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339423 No. 339423 ID: 383006

The sex mall is a dimension outside of space and time. An interconnected bridgeway between worlds. Anything can be gotten there. Mostly sex oriented but I guess they have ice creams and things. Brave, foolish people seek it out. Dark, silent souls are drawn there. They have what you need, if you're willing to reach out and take it, at the SEX MALL.

Firstly, pick a species for the protagonist. Secondly, anyone can draw images for this quest. They must be done with something simulating a CRAYON, however.
Expand all images
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No. 339425 ID: 180ec2

For the sake of weirdness, salazzarine.
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No. 339426 ID: 049dfa

Mok. Only tiny characters can truly experience the joys of sex mall.
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No. 339428 ID: e17686

Human or Dragonborn plz.

Because 4th Edition is god-tier.
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No. 339429 ID: 3b202e

lazurek
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No. 339430 ID: 3f3b9c

>>339426
Tiny, huh? RNG says... slissa. Oh dear.
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No. 339431 ID: 8092e6

mok or slissa. we need some large insertions.
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No. 339432 ID: cbf891

Tezakian!
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No. 339433 ID: 00d3d5

>>339423
Arby's Sandwich
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No. 339435 ID: 523c4c

dik dik
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No. 339436 ID: 221021

>>339431
Slissas are tinier than moks, therefore better. In fact, the slissa can be on a quest to get bigger so that it can actually DO things!
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No. 339437 ID: c891d3

Well, Mok seems to be a popular choice, so why not.
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No. 339439 ID: e1359e
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339439

I suggest a HIP BIRD.
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No. 339440 ID: 383006

I rolled all the dice

You are a tiny Mok. You were part of a tiny Mok village, but were shunned by your fellow Moks because __________(1)! It was truly tragic and has forever shaped your personality by making you kind of _________(2). You are known as ________(3). By "known as" I mean that's what your name is.

You discovered rumors of a vast place between dimensions where your dreams could become reality, and after many years of searching, you have finally found it! Your dreams of ____________(4) can now become reality!

Also, you are a (boy/girl)(5).
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No. 339442 ID: 383006

>>339439
This is excellent crayon work. That's the idea!

Also, the first image posted after an update becomes CANON if it reflects the text of the update accurately. Any background things or details in the picture are part of the quest.
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No. 339443 ID: f7ae22

1) your gay
2) gay
3) gay
4) gay
5) boy
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No. 339444 ID: 8092e6

1:boy trapped inside a girls body.
2:a slut
3:telmes
4:becoming a male
5: girl
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No. 339445 ID: 00d3d5

>>339440
1: of being a dickgirl with a dozen tentacle dicks
2: shy
3: Aphro
4: gaining enough power to rip open a hole to the outside realms so you can have tea time with eldrich horrors
5: boygirl
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No. 339447 ID: e17686

1) You had a penchant for the strange and the occult
2) kind of a tool
3) Paace A.K.A Natty Ice
4) Learning the TRUE NAME OF THE UNIVERSE
5) Bro
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No. 339448 ID: 9cb4b3
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339448

u should be a female snikt
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No. 339449 ID: c891d3

rolled 2 = 2

>>339440
1. one of your parents killed your other parent or something
2. psychologically damaged
3. Agurtzane
4. i don't know someone else pick
5. female if dice result is 1, male if dice result is 2
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No. 339450 ID: 180ec2

1. You fell in love with an indahl girl from a rather xenophobic tribe, who was killed for loving somebody of another species.
2. Xenophillic
3. Cellia
4. Finding somebody to suit her unique tastes
5. Girl
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No. 339452 ID: 049dfa

1) Of your sun allergy
2) Even Tinier than normal
3) Pektil
4) Becoming Huge
5) Just roll a dice for it.
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No. 339453 ID: 383006

SUGGESTIONS ARE OVER. DICING UP YOUR PROTAGONIST NOW!
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No. 339454 ID: 00d3d5

rolled 2 - 1 = 1

>>339452
0 for girl
1 for boy
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No. 339455 ID: 221021

1. You were especially tiny
2. Lonely
3. Relmin
4. Becoming big so people will love you
5. Female
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No. 339460 ID: 383006

Pektil was a tiny Mok in his little Mok village. It was all fun and games until one day his parents were brutally slaughtered by an unknown assailant or assailants. It was very tragic, but the mystery of the horrible rape/homicide caused him to be shunned by his fellow creatures and left him Psychologically damaged.

He devoted his life to discovering a place where he wouldn't be powerless if it ever happened again, a place where he could become HUGE. Truly HUGE and stop bad things from happening to people like his parents. He totally wouldn't be projecting though, that would be creepy. So, yeah, uh, HUGE.

It was cold in the cave tunnel as the wind blew from the otherworldly glowing slit that pulsed with white light. He was ready for his first step into the SEX MALL. He'd had the foresight to bring FOUR ITEMS with him in his tiny backpack.

1) A WEPON
2) A FOOD
3) A USEFUL THING THAT'S NOT 1 or 2
4) His favorite item.

They all have to be small enough for him to put in his tiny pack and also roughly medieval-level things.
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No. 339463 ID: 3a9901

1. A SPOON 2. SALTINES 3. TWINE 4. A PET ROCK
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No. 339464 ID: 8092e6

1)dragon dildo
2)poptarts
3)dragon dildo
4)dragon dildo.
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No. 339465 ID: e17686

1) Bow + Arrows
2) Delicious Beetles
3) Healing Salve
4) Hand mirror
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No. 339467 ID: 00d3d5

>>339460
Euclid's C-finder.
Everfull box of mashed potato flakes.
A portable mansion
A can of cloudkill labeled "Can of whoop-ass"
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No. 339468 ID: 049dfa

1. Pruning Shears
2. A Sun lamp
3. A portable battery to power the sunlamp
4. dragon fleshlight
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No. 339471 ID: 180ec2

1. A metal staff with sunstones affixed to both ends
2. A bag of delicious candy, a special recipe from his village.
3. A pair of scissors
4. A magic gem that resonates with his favorite note to sing.
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No. 339473 ID: 049dfa
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339473

Hatchet
Dreamworm Steak
Magnifying Lens
Indahl Stuffed Animal
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No. 339475 ID: 383006

STOP SUGGESTING. LET ME ROLL SOME DICE
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No. 339476 ID: 221021

1. A collapsible quarterstaff
2. A delicious cake!
3. A pocket knife
4. A large crayon
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No. 339485 ID: 383006

>>339473
This is totally what it all looked like.

Pektil checked his belongings, wrapping his long cape around himself. His parents were dead. He could become a hero. He was pretty sure that was a prerequisite. He also noted the graffiti on the wall. It didn't bode well, but then again, he knew his quest for power wouldn't be simple.

He grabbed the crayon off the floor and added it to his meager belongings: His trusty BATTLE SPOON, some saltines he'd found in a dumpster before he ran off, his trusty pair of scissors that he'd used to make his cape, and his most prized possession: A dragon dildo that he'd gotten from a suspicious fellow in a long, black cloak. The guy had handed it to him and told him it would come in handy one day, and since then Pektil had protected it diligently. His shunning certainly had nothing to do with this and was totally all about the dead parents thing, though. That's what Pektil told himself.

Steeling his nerve, he stepped through the portal. Hot, moist wind blew over him, then he had a feeling of vertigo, of being forced through a small, damp opening into a bright light-

*****

Then he was there! He stood on a tile walkway with a glass barrier a few feet in front of him. Shops lined the path to either side of him, and soaring escalators ascended and descended from landings nearby. The center of the area was huge and open and he could see more rows of stores and islands of tile hanging over the void with larger stores or collections of booths. A gentle golden light shone down from somewhere, and Pektil hoped it was close enough to sunlight to keep him alive.

He had to figure out how to go about this. There were shops everywhere behind him, but the walkway was relatively deserted. He could see the path to his left bulge out into a larger island full of tables, and a cavalcade of strange creatures were eating and chatting. He wasn't sure how to proceed, but he did note there was no sign of the portal he entered.
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No. 339487 ID: 2222da

Investigate shops. There could be something interesting.
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No. 339490 ID: 180ec2

He went to look for a fitness shop. The easiest way to get big was probably to work out unless he could find some sort of magical artifact.
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No. 339491 ID: 049dfa

He should obviously just go to the nearest shop and ask how he can get bigger
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No. 339492 ID: 221021

Look for a potion shop and ask the clerk for a potion that will make you bigger, being completely oblivious to anything that seems off about the description.
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No. 339494 ID: 8092e6

find a vidya game store and play some vidya games.
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No. 339497 ID: 383006

OKAY: here is a mechanic. You can try to add a character, item or event to the scene instead of suggesting. Just make your NAME the NUMBER AFTER ANYONE ELSE WHOSE DONE THIS (so if nobody else has for this post, start at 1 [this is to make it easy for me to roll dice]) and type up what you want to be there or happen. It can't be anything happening directly to or affecting Pektil.

So, for instance, if you want a lazurek named amber to walk in, you'd put "1" in the NAME field and then type "A lazurek named amber was drinking a soda in the shop"

Somebody else wants a robot named Jayce to be there too. They put "2" in the name field and type "There was a robot border collie named Jayce. She was making some cup ramen and arguing with a giant beetle" or whatever. SIMPLE. I'll stick them in the next update.
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No. 339505 ID: 383006

Pektil walked into the nearest shop. It was dark inside - black walls, a dark mahogany counter and deep maroon velvet curtains over the large bay windows. There was one cramped aisle between the counter and the far wall. Behind the counter were all manner of bottles, clay pots, vials and little wax packets, and the wall across from it was full of cubbyholes. Crooked red candles in heavy gold candelabras dripped piles of wax onto the countertop and provided the only light.

There was a female humanoid with quokka pelt and tail, playful eyes, skin, and crewcut black hair. She was extremely tall and voluptuous, her large breasts and round ass contained by blue jeans and a black t-shirt. She had mature features but a aristocratic aura, and looked down her nose at the tiny Mok as he approached.

The counter was over his head, and the shoptender's hair almost brushed the ceiling.

"I need something to make me HUGE!" he exclaimed.

"Okay, great. I have scrolls and potions for sale, but I want to see your currency. Whacha got?"
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No. 339506 ID: 1854db

>>339505
Offer the dragon dildo in trade.
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No. 339507 ID: 8092e6

>>339505
offer your virginity
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No. 339509 ID: 049dfa

What DO they use for currency in Sex Mall? Pektil doesn't have much so it might behoove him to find out what exactly CAN be exchanged for goods and services here.
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No. 339510 ID: 523c4c

Pektil saw a small furry toothy creature on the counter next to the she-shopkeep's paw, with a tiny black tail as thin as thread and small, inquisitive eyes. It fed on positive emotion and wept at the touch.
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No. 339512 ID: 180ec2

Ask how you can get money in the sex mall.
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No. 339517 ID: 383006

(Actually, I think the number should go in the SUBJECT field instead so it's easier for me to distinguish them from suggestions. If somebody suggests to interact with them before I add them in, they can totally do that.)

"What do you guys use for currency anyway?" Pektil asked. He saw a small furry toothy creature on the counter next to the she-shopkeep's paw, with a tiny black tail as thin as thread and small, inquisitive eyes. It fed on positive emotion and wept at the touch.

He wasn't sure if he was willing to part with his PRIZED DRAGON DILDO at the drop of a hat, and the tiny creature unnerved him.

"Well, any items or services have value. I'm Kiley Brunsting, and I operate this establishment for the owner, Devick."

"I could offer my virginity?" Pektil suggested.

"Oooh, that's pretty valuable. Actually we use anything from gold coins to credit cards here, and some folk trade exclusively in services. I could probably hook you up with a pretty sweet potion to make you huge if you want to give me your virginity." She stroked the tiny rodent with the tips of two fingers, it's liquid eyes dripping tears onto the black carpet at her touch.
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No. 339520 ID: f7ae22

>>339517
Ask her just how huge it will make you. You don't want to throw away your virginity if this potion turns out to not make you very huge.
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No. 339521 ID: 180ec2

As he considered his options for payment, he heard something behind him. Walking along outside the store, there was some kind of creepy alien thing with six arms, each carrying a bag stuffed with various phallic objects and laughing to herself. At least he assumed it was a her considering the cargo it was carrying. As it passed by, one of the objects fell out.
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No. 339524 ID: 049dfa

>>339520

you should also make sure it is permanent if possible. Once you give up your virginity it's gone for good (though if there's anywhere you can get a new virginity, it'd be sex mall), so you'll need to make sure you'll get a lot of hugeness out of it.
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No. 339525 ID: 049dfa

>>339524

But seriously might as well go for it. The little weepy tail thing can come too.
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No. 339526 ID: 3f3b9c

>>339521
Pick that up and ask how much it's worth.
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No. 339528 ID: 6e44d2

How much is virginity worth, anyway?
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No. 339530 ID: 383006

As he considered his options for payment, he heard something behind him. Walking along outside the store, there was some kind of creepy alien thing with six arms, each carrying a bag stuffed with various phallic objects and laughing to herself. At least he assumed it was a her considering the cargo it was carrying. As it passed by, one of the objects fell out.

Pektil ran and grabbed it. "How much is this worth?" He asked.

"That looks like a 9 firmness marbled gray and brown eight inch horse dildo. Dildoes are basically currency, but I can give you a few gold for it if you want," she said, "Virginity, on the other hand, is worth a lot. You can actually buy it back here. Trade in virginity is lucrative. I'll be giving you my best spells and potions. Trust me, it'll make you about as huge as you can be. If you want." She fluttered her aristocratic eyelashes.

"I don't wanna get gypped," Pektil said, aware that he was being racist toward gypsys. "This'll be permanent, right?"

"Oh yeah," Kiley said. "I mean, it's reversable, but that would cost you money. It won't go away on its own."

"Can the crying tail thing come too?" Pektil asked, unsure of why he would want that creepy, creepy little bugger there.

"Uh, sure," Kylie said, grinning. "So, do we have a deal?"
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No. 339531 ID: 049dfa

Yes. All of the deals. All of them.
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No. 339532 ID: 3f3b9c

Yeah, I guess. If it's for the thing you've always wanted.
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No. 339533 ID: 6e44d2

WAIT! SHE'S PROBABLY TALKING ABOUT PENIS BIGNESS! Be sure to clarify.
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No. 339540 ID: 8092e6

>>339530
JAM IT IN ALL INSIDE OF HER
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No. 339614 ID: c2c011

>>339530
Just make sure first that it will actually make all of you huge and not just give you a humongous penis.
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No. 339684 ID: ec0bf5

>>339614
>>339533
(But that's part of the fun! We need some kind of upset to prevent the quest from being short and stupid)
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No. 340343 ID: 383006
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340343

"Hey, this won't just make my p-penis bigger, will it?" Pektil asked, not wanting to be jewed out of his apparently most valuable possession.

"Nope, whole package," Kiley said.

"W-well, Ok. Uh, I-I guess we should do it..." he whispered. Pektil had never so much as seen a girl naked, so he had no idea what to expect. And this girl wasn't even a Mok! Pektil thought about how ... wrong what he was doing was, but he knew he had to so he could protect everyone! Nobody would ever die again! No son would have to say their father worked into his grave!

Kiley sauntered out from behind the counter, towering over Pektil. She was more than three times his height, and he could barely make out her large black eyes over her ample breasts.

"Follow me, she said, turning, her long, ratlike tail flowing liquidly behind her as she scooped up the weeping, ratlike creature and disappeared behind a curtain at the back of the shop.

Pektil steeled his resolve and followed as the tip of her tail disappeared with a ripple.

Behind the curtain was a cramped, tiny bedroom. The windowless walls were painted black, and there was a sink and a toilet crammed in the corner with a small cracked mirror and a vanity light above them, the only light in the room. The floor was dominated by a mattress covered in disheveled black sheets, a pile of pillows and a few assorted stuffed animals. Some bookshelves, also painted black, were nailed against one wall and crammed with a haphazard assortment of random scrolls, tomes and other miscellaneous. Higher up were long, flatter shelves that had folded clothes. A vent clattered from somewhere overhead, belching out cool stale air. The whole room was suffused with musky but not unpleasant smell of Kiley's body, hidden to a lesser or greater extent by strange spices and incense from the bottles and jars on the shelves.

When Pektil entered Kiley had already taken off her shirt and bra and tossed them onto a pile of equally rumpled clothing in the corner.

Her huge breasts were lightly coated with tan fur and they jiggled as she worked her pants down past her shapely ass. She did not appear to be wearing any undergarments.

"I can't fuck you with your clothes on," she grunted, one hand braced against the wall as she struggled to free her foot.

Pektil untied his cape and folded it neatly, and then took off his robe. He put them both inside his pack and placed it carefully at the foot of the matress beneath the shelves.

The cool air sent chills over his naked body and he felt scared and nervous. He kept glancing back at the heavy black curtain behind him. But no. He'd made a decision.

Kiley towered over him, her short fur in no way concealing her vagina. Pektil had never seen anything like it before. It was like a flower, or a toothless mouth with two shriveled, pursing lips. He shuddered.

Kiley pulled an empty bottle from the shelf, and set it on a lower counter nailed to the opposite wall, along with a small, white plastic bottle and the weeping, ratlike creature. She chanted something Pektil couldn't understand in three short barks and blue glittery dust burst from her fingertips. The whole room was suffused by a dull blue glow.

She sqeezed some clear fluid out of the plastic bottle onto two of her fingers then put it back on the shelf. The ratlike creature sniffed it disinterestedly.

"Lay down," she said, working the clear gel into her vagina as she kneeled over him. He complied, shivering.

She squatted down, and he could feel the heat from her groin against his fur, her wide hand running up his leg and pressing gently against his crotch. Some of the fluid was still on her fingers and it was hot, slippery. He closed his eyes, trying to blank his mind and ignore the monster towering over him, and soon enough he felt himself reach his full impressive three inch length. The crook between Kiley's index finger and thumb was soon replaced with a tight, wet heat like nothing he had ever felt before. He - he was inside her, her body easily consuming his length and pressing against him. He felt the matress sink as she put her hand near his head, leaning forward and pressing her pelvis to his. She twitched her hips forward, grinding his member against the confines of her body once, twice, three times... the pressure was unbearable, and he screamed as he came. He could feel his penis twitching as she withdrew from him. It had been the best six seconds of his life.

He noticed the formerly empty bottle was now filled with a glowing blue mist, and Kiley quickly stoppered it.

She opened the mirror and pulled out a wipe, rubbing it a few times over her vagina and then tossing it in the toilet. "I can get these potions and stuff ready and either cast them on you myself or just let you take 'em, whichever you want," she said.

Pektil felt dirty.
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No. 340347 ID: ec0bf5

Ask if the blue stuff was his virginity, also have her cast it on him for SUPERMOK
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No. 340351 ID: 8092e6

>>340343
ask her to cast it on you.
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No. 340352 ID: c891d3

Have her cast it on you, and be completely and totally taken aback when it fails to work properly.
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No. 340359 ID: c2c011

>>340343
Ask her to cast this spell that will make you HUGE on you. Then you can start working in porn with the stage name of Hughe Van Dong.
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No. 340364 ID: 383006

"J-just cast 'em on me now," Pektil said, hoping this whole thing would be over soon.

She deftly picked some bottles from the chaos on the shelves, dropping them onto the mattress near Pektil. One was oily and black in a tiny vial, four of them were thick and white in a wide, pyramid-shaped flask, and the other three were red in a spherical bottle with a long neck. "Drink these, I'll get the scrolls," she said, stepping over him and through the curtain.

Pektil looked at the bottles, and then decided he should clean himself off before he got dressed. He clambered up the toilet and sat on the rim as he peed into the bowl, trying to sink the napkin that still floated near the surface of the water.

He clambered onto the tank, flushing with one foot, before he stepped over into the slick bowl of the sink.

He turned on the faucet and grabbed the bar of soap sitting on the counter next to a toothbrush and unevenly-squeezed tube of toothpaste. There were also some tweezers, a hairbrush and other assorted items lining the back of the sink.

He washed himself, drying off on the hand towel hanging from a ring on the side of the sink, before leaping onto the mattress and quickly getting dressed. Well, it was almost time to be the man he'd always wanted...

He hesitated, hearing Kiley talking to a customer outside. He could poke around, or get right down to business...
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No. 340365 ID: ec0bf5

Drink them! Then you can see the customer's reaction.
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No. 340369 ID: 8092e6

>>340364
you should poke around. see if you can find some cool shit to steal.
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No. 340370 ID: c891d3

>>340364
Poke around!
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No. 340371 ID: c2c011

>>340364
Down that shit like they're shots in a bar, down the hatch and all in one go!
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No. 340372 ID: b1f0e2

>It had been the best six seconds of his life.
I LOLed.

>>340370
>Poke around!
Oh there will be poking.
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No. 340414 ID: 383006

Pektil decided it was best to invade Kiley's privacy while she was gone. Where to mess around though? There was the little shelf next to the mattress, the pile of dirty clothes, and the big shelves - they would be impossible to reach unless he figured out a way to get up there - plus the medicine cabinet. Pektil also had no idea what to look for or how long he had.
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No. 340417 ID: ec0bf5

Drink the stuff, then you will be able to reach the big shelf. Look in the little one, though.
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No. 340422 ID: 39faf9

Check the shelf dawg.
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No. 340425 ID: c2c011

>>340414
Check the drawers for panties and possibly horse dildoes.
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No. 340426 ID: e8cd4a

check the shelf do it do it
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No. 340427 ID: 8092e6
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340427

>>340414
check the clothes pile. see if there any used panties of hers. if there is put it on your head.
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No. 340429 ID: 1854db

>>340414
Take a look in the little shelf.
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No. 340430 ID: c891d3

>>340414
Find something that isn't the stuff she told you to drink and drink that instead.
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No. 340435 ID: 049dfa

First drink all of the stuff. It will be easier to look for stuff if you are not tiny.

Then look over those shelves and see just how many virginities there are up there.
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No. 340439 ID: 383006

Pektil decided that it was high time he got into trouble. He went over to the little shelf. The large glass bottle full of blue mist and the small white bottle of gel were sitting on top, along with the small, ratlike creature. It satred at him with large, watery eyes.

There was a black curtain underneath that hid a smaller cubby, and he pulled it to the side and peered in, chugging the little black vial. It tasted bitter and slid down his throat almost as if it were alive.

Behind the curtain he saw three vials. One was small and egg-shaped with a thin white fluid inside. It glowed faintly. One was in a little clay pot and he couldn't see what color it was, and the last was in a sealed glass ampule. He'd have to break it to get at the thick green gel inside.

He chugged a red bottle. It tasted like cherries, so he quickly drank a few more.

Behind the bottles were a random collection of scrolls he couldn't make sense of, and a large pile of panties sort of balled up and stacked on top of each other. He finished off the red potions and started on a white one. The fluid was thick, greasy and tasted sort of like how socks smell. He wished he'd saved the cherry ones for last. He wondered what he should do, if anything, with this newly-revealed treasure as he started on the second flask. He could still hear Kiley outside - she laughed at something.

He also felt a burning sensation in his stomach - a warmth that was slowly spreading throughout his body.
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No. 340440 ID: c891d3

>>340439
Try to fix your potion problem by drinking more potions!
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No. 340441 ID: 049dfa

>He wondered what he should do, if anything, with this newly-revealed treasure as he started on the second flask.

Treasure?

TREASURE?

HOARD THAT SHIT. Tuck it into your cape or something so that you can smuggle it out when you go. It helps that once you get huge you might still be able to wear your cape but your robe is going to NOT BE AN OPTION good sir.
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No. 340442 ID: c2c011

>>340439
Snag a couple of panties. She's probably not going to miss them. And chug all of the potions. Well at least all of the ones you were supposed to chug.
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No. 340446 ID: e16f8e

Wear like a whole bunch of panties under your robe. At least a dozen. Also more not-jizz potions.
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No. 340451 ID: 584f15

Drink more potions. Also try to get Kiley to fuck you again.
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No. 340460 ID: 8092e6

>>340439
you should steal some of these potions, could probably sell/trade them for neat stuff in the mall.
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No. 340471 ID: 39faf9

STOP WITH THE POTIONS. They have effects that we don't fully understand.

Just... get outta there.
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No. 340480 ID: ec0bf5

>>340471
No, these are his potions he's drinking. He paid for them and knows what they're for.

Chug! Chug! Chug!

>>340460
Also, don't steal anything except MAYBE the panties, we could get in HUGE trouble and then we'd not get the bigness enchantment we paid so much for.
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No. 340493 ID: 1854db

Take only one pair of panties if anything. If she finds out about that, the result will probably just be mild irritation.
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No. 340507 ID: 383006

The warmth continued to suffuse his body as Pektil finished off the second flask. He was feeling kind of full and sick as he started on the third. The thick slime made him belch and he staggered slightly as the warmth became a burning, sending pins and needles down his arms and legs. He grabbed a pile of panties, slipping them on under his tunic. They were far, far too large, so he had to put the waistband over his shoulders like a mankini. The burning became searing, and he managed to snatch the glowing eggy-looking vial and shoved it into his pack before the heat became pain and he fell backwards onto the mattress. His head was spinning, the room shifting out of focus as the fire became a concentrated point centered on his groin. He felt his penis stiffen, then bulge against his multi-panty mankini as his balls began to swell... thankfully, there wasn't a long description of what happened to his genitals, but he was writhing on the floor when Kiley sauntered back in, still naked.

"looks like everything is working. Let me just slap a few spells on you and you're good to go!" She was still naked, carrying a bundle of scrolls under her arms.

She pulled them out one by one, unfurled it with a practiced flick of her wrist, and then bark a short, staccato phrase or two before it would burst into multicolored sparks or flame.

There were varying sensations of varying pleasantness before her arms were empty and there was a light dusting of ash around her feet on the mattress. Pektil turned away and lifted up his tunic. His penis and balls were not contained by his impromptu undergarment. His penis was probably six inches long! It might get up to maybe ten if he were excited! Far, far too huge for any respectable Mok! His balls were appropriately sized for such a massive unwieldy tool. He felt like more of a freak than ever.

"What have you done to me?" he shouted, dropping his tunic and rounding on the monster that had mutilated him with her dark sorcery. The end of it showed under his tunic! It would probably retract some more, but still!

"What? I made your dick huge. It's permanent and will stay proportionally large no matter what happens. I kept it small enough to keep it from, like, phsically getting in your way."

"I wanted my whole body to be huge! I wanted to be actually bigger!" Pektil shouted.

"Look, you need to calm down before I have to make you calm down. I just burned, like, probably a quarter mile worth of dildo in potions and scrolls on you. You need to get out. Now." She towered over him, her cold, black eyes hard and her small mouth pressed into a severe line. She gestured toward the curtain.
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No. 340511 ID: c891d3

>>340507
I guess you're going to have to find someone else to make the rest of you bigger.
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No. 340513 ID: 8092e6

>>340507
ask her for a blowjob. just to make sure everything is in working order.
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No. 340514 ID: ec0bf5

I guess you'll just have to leave the store. Walk around in the atrium and look for somebody to talk to. Tell them of your sad tale and win their sympathy.
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No. 340558 ID: c891d3

Also, drink that other potion you swiped that totally won't cause anything bad to happen at all.
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No. 340563 ID: 6e44d2

She violated your verbal agreement and apparently profited from the deal, in that she has your virginity, too. That's bullshit. Call her out on it.
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No. 340568 ID: 400170

>>340563
She didn't. She said the 'whole package'. His balls got bigger too.
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No. 340574 ID: 07416a

>>340507
Steal everything before the sex mall cops show up.
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No. 340632 ID: b09cda

Outside was a tozol named Jan, who was mincing along with a hobble chain. Due to safety regulations, she was kept in unbreakable heavy bondage which included a blindfold, arms bound under her breasts, and all but two tails braided and locked to her collar.
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No. 340635 ID: c2c011

>>340507
Damn, well atleast she made the whole package bigger and not just your dong. Anyway, sounds like you're in need of more cash/assets to afford making all of you huge. I would recommend going into porno and stripping, preferably with the stagename Hughe Van Dong.
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No. 340652 ID: 935b01

Sitting in the food court was the blue, six-armed alien from earlier. She had her bags beside her and was eating a footlong sub she had impaled on one of her pointy, fingerless arms. The wrapper was labeled with the logo of Phallus Sandwiches. If somebody had asked her name she would have responded with "Ei".
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No. 340809 ID: 953355
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340809

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No. 340812 ID: 688f79

>>340632
Lets check out the tozol she sounds hot
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No. 340813 ID: 07416a

A wandering rogue locksmith was looking for tozzles to free in return for bonings because bonings were her fetish
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No. 340874 ID: 07e210

Pektil was furious about how things had turned out, and tried to grab some more things right quick, but Kiley was both far too huge and far too fast for him. She snagged him by the back of his pack and tossed him bodily out of the store. "Don't come back until you've calmed down," she said cooly, slamming the door behind her.

Pektil's wardrobe had become disheveled in the struggle, and he found himself barely covering his dong with his tunic, looking pretty upset about the whole thing, before he got dressed properly again. >>340809

He decided to start wandering toward the big open area with the tables. It still wasn't densely populated here, and the broad expanse of tile was surrounded on the mallward side by a ring of open shops selling what looked like various food items.

He saw a tozol named Jan, who was mincing along with a hobble chain. Due to safety regulations, she was kept in unbreakable heavy bondage which included a blindfold, arms bound under her breasts, and all but two tails braided and locked to her collar.

A shorter blue creature with a sluglike lower body and a snakelike face slithered along beside her. It held a messenger bag to its side with one meaty paw, and the tozol's leash in the other.

Sitting in the food court was the blue, six-armed alien from earlier. She had her bags beside her and was eating a footlong sub she had impaled on one of her pointy, fingerless arms. The wrapper was labeled with the logo of Phallus Sandwiches. If somebody had asked her name she would have responded with "Ei".

Pektil also noticed a shifty, scaly-looking creture in long brown robes sitting alone. It had a big styrofoam takeout container in front of it, but seemed to be more focused on the tozol walking by than the food in front of it.

There was also a tall, muscular human man with curly blonde hair and huge white wings wearing a long, flowing white tunic sitting with a paint horse (well, the horse sat on the floor) and an elf in a pretty green dress.

Various other creatures of all shapes and descriptions went about their business, or chatted idly.

Pektil was interested in the tozol, but when he noticed the pointy limbed creature he wasn't sure if he should give her the coins he'd gotten from Kiley for the dildo. They were really the only money he had, although he wasn't sure how much the white potion in his multi-mankini was worth.
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No. 340881 ID: 07416a

>>340874
The locksmith ran over and freed the tozzle and then ran away giggling, never to be seen again.
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No. 340889 ID: cadec0

Talk to the blue one and return her dildo.
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No. 340890 ID: cadec0

>>340889
Or at least give back the money and apologise, saying you sold it when you couldn't find the owner. She will be grateful, hopefully, and might help you.
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No. 340892 ID: 8752ad

The slug-like creature with the tozol on a leash was loudly complaining, to no one in particular it seemed, about how hard it was to get a decent dick for its servant girl.

If the leashed tozol replied, it was impossible to make out around the gag that filled its mouth.
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No. 340904 ID: 975d8c

>>340892
>>340881
I am okay with either path so long as we get some Good tozol pics :)
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No. 340909 ID: f7ae22

While Pektil watches the tozol he can see her head suddenly pop off the neck as she is pulled by the shorter blue creature. Looking closer at the tozol reveals that it is actually constructed entirely out of butter which had started to melt.
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No. 340930 ID: c2c011

>>340874
Go ask the human where you can find porno street or strip club street.
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No. 340962 ID: ec0bf5

Oh look, it's Ei! Go over and talk to her, she'll totally love you. And your enlarged organ.
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No. 341070 ID: 383006

The tozzle discriptions were at odds with how I read the original one. She is chained by regulation because of how dangerous she is, so she's obviously not a slave or something.

The tozol and the blue sluglike creature passed by Pektil on the way to one of the food stands. "Where would you like to eat, miss Jan?" the sluglike creature asked.

"You'll have to read the signs for me," she replied in a bored voice, "My tails don't exactly let me make out printed text." The slug-snake was obviously carrying her purchases and leading her around, seeing as she was hobbled and blindfolded. Pektil didn't know if he worked for the mall or not. Maybe he could make some money that way if there were other people who needed help like that.

He decided to approach the creature with the multitude of spiky limbs instead of bothering with the tozol. As he walked past the little brown-robed figure, he heard it hiss "ppst, cmere," but decided to handle his business with the other creature first. This one looked so shady, he wasn't sure if he should mess with it or not.

The chairs on either side of the six-limbed creautre were covered in her bags of dildoes, so he hopped up on the chair opposite her as she continued to eat her sandwich. Come to think of it, he was a little hungry too.

"Hey," he said, "You dropped one of your dildoes outside that store there." Pektil pointed back over his shoulder towards the shop where Kiley worked. "I traded it in for some coins, but they aren't really mine so here they are." He fished them out of his pack and set them on the table.

"Oh, you can keep them," said the creature. "You look like you are new here, and I have plenty more. My name is Ei. I've just come to do some light shopping." Her voice was smooth, but had a sibilant hum underneath the tone, as if some part of her vibrated rapidly to produce sound.

The winged human, horse and elf table erupted into laughter at some joke or another.
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No. 341075 ID: ec0bf5

Ask her if she has seen a trustworthy place that could help make you bigger. The last place you tried ripped you off and made your penis humiliatingly large.
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No. 341168 ID: 140d37

also ask if there a map of the place somewhere
and if she know what it would cost too get huge.
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No. 341169 ID: c2c011

>>341070
Tell her of your ambition and ask what one could do around here to earn money to realise it.
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No. 341179 ID: f14565

Looking up the character I noticed a small discrepancy.

After hearing him mention why he was upset, she put her head under the table. Despite previously looking extremely tired, she immediately perked up like she had just eaten all the candy in the mall, bumping her head on the table before successfully bringing her head back up. "Oh wow!" she said, excited and rather hyperactive, "That's bigger than any of these! I haven't seen anything that big since... since... since I met this one guy with one cloned from a giant space shark! (it was awesome) But that's the best thing ever! Why would you ever be upset about that? It's like my sandwich!" She then takes an unsettling bite out of said sandwich.
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No. 341445 ID: 383006

>>341179
I... can't use this, because his penis is not actually bigger than the dildo she dropped. :V

Pektil asked her if she has seen a trustworthy place that could help make you bigger. He explained that the last place he tried ripped him off and made his penis humiliatingly large.

Ei dipped her head under the table, then hit it on the way back up. She was grinning. "It's reasonably sizeable," she said, "No reason to be upset about that, it's almost as large as my sandwich." She took a big bite to demonstrate. "Unfortunately, I've never had need of a such a modification, but I don't think it would perhaps be something readily available in a normal shop. Most of the stores deal in strictly sex-related things." She tapped a spike against her chin.

"You could try the Service Areas. There are more... unorthodox improvements available there. Mostly concerned with fighting and violence. Make sure you have a good means of defending yourself and money when you go. The people there are dangerous from what I hear."
Pektil coughed. He didn't think he was ready to try that yet. "Is there a map of this place?" he asked, "Also, how much do you think it would cost?"

"There are information kiosks spread around. Generally, you tell them what you are looking for and they can tell you the closest location that is similar. Mapping is fairly impossible. This place is far too large. Anyway, I have no idea. Magic, surgery and superscience all probably have methods to accomplish your goal. Permanent transformations are expensive, even moreso if they don't come with any drawbacks."

"So, it looks like I'll need money," Pektil said.

"I suppose so," Ei said back.

"How do you think I could make some?"

"I'm probably not the right person to ask," Ei said, "I only come here to shop. No need to use this place to generate income. I think people will pay you for odd jobs, and I think there are certain games and contests in certain areas."

Horse, human and elf continued to chatter, and the blue slugsnake got a personal pizza from one of the stands and lead the tozol to a nearby table.

The little robed figure kept making eyes at Pektil.
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No. 341453 ID: 07416a

>>341445
Speke to the leetle roabed theng. Mebbe it have muny?
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No. 341456 ID: ec0bf5

I think what f14565 is trying to say is that the character is supposed to be a lot more hyper than this. The sentences almost always are exclamations and tend to be rather short, and wind up like "I just wanted to paint you too! Why don't you like paint?!" I think that was the point of saying she was sleepy, to remedy the error.

Ask if you think people would be willing to pay for "this" while gesturing downwards.
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No. 341457 ID: e8cd4a

sell yourself
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No. 341462 ID: 8092e6

Whore yourself out for some quick cash.
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No. 341467 ID: 28e0ce

>>341445
Whoring this early? Fuck no. Talk to the hooded thing.
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No. 341477 ID: 8bdb6a

Approach the tozol. See if she needs any other manservants to do odd jobs while she's here. Offer to sit on her shoulders and describe things.
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No. 341479 ID: c2c011

>>341445
Ask about what kinds of games and stuff. Also ask about what you're going to do with your new tool.
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No. 341544 ID: f14565

Offer to have sex with her if she gives you some money to help you out. She is usually extremely willing to have sex with random strangers of all sorts, that crazy alien.
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No. 341593 ID: 953355
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341593

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No. 341799 ID: f0e7f3

>>341593
Give the offer for sexytimes to test your upgrade.
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No. 341805 ID: 383006

>>341593 (sandvitch was good)

"So, what kinds of games are there to do?" Pektil asked.

"Oh, all sorts!" Ei said. "Mostly about sex. Like, stamina contests and volume and stuff."

"What am I supposed to do with this giant penis? Can I use it to make some money?"

"Uh..." Ei glanced sideways. "It's not very big. Comparatively. And unless you've got something special, most people won't pay you for sex. You might get lucky though?"

"Do you... you know, wanna?" Pektil asked, embarrassed.

"Nah, not really. I've got shopping to do, and plus my sandwich," Ei said, laughing. Pektil got the impression that she was letting him down easy.

Pektil thanked her for helping him and letting him keep the coins, and decided to go see what the shady robed figure wanted. He sat down at the table and it immediately started whispering to him in a raspy, high-pitched voice. It leaned in close and conspiratorially, and its breath smelled like sugar.

"Hey, hey, you wanna help me? I have the sex with you if you helps me out, OK? It real simple. Just go to blue slug," Its small, yellow eyes darting toward the Tozol's keeper, "and make a distaction so I can ..." It paused, glancing left and right, "do things."
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No. 341806 ID: 0c4d9e

>>341805
This guy seems pretty legit, you should distract that blue slug with that craaaaaaaaazy penis of yours.
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No. 341809 ID: 6f1d54

>>341805
Run out in front of the slug and yell "LOOK AT ME I'M A TARGET!"
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No. 341810 ID: 3fd4fb

>>341805
Demand to be paid in something other than sex. You don't need sex, but you do need currency.
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No. 341815 ID: c2c011

>>341805
Inform him that you need something other than the sexings, you're in need of cashmonies and nothing else will be acceptable. But if he has the cash then you have the tool necessary for the distraction.
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No. 341819 ID: 1854db

Hey, we're not gonna do this just to get laid. We work for money. Besides, we just GOT laid like 15 minutes ago, and it could be uncomfortable to try again so early unless Moks are better than the average human about getting it up after an orgasm. I guess our dude could be 'talented' that way but- REGARDLESS WE NEED MONEY.
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No. 341820 ID: ec0bf5

>>341805
(Before he left, Ei had mumbled that she was totally exhausted and sexed out from Flails Breaker, who runs a magic sandwich and ice cream bar shop nearby.)

Pektil looked over at the slug and saw the Phallus Foods, Inc. shop right behind him, and glimpsed the deposed wizard through the window doing... something, to an unruly customer.
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No. 341822 ID: 8092e6

DISTRACT THE SLUG WITH YOUR CRAZY HUGE PENIS.
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No. 342254 ID: 1c26dd

Before he left, Pektil heard Ei mumble something about being totally exhausted and sexed out.

He wasn't going to accept sex from the gross alien, though. "Look, I don't need any sex, but I do need money."

"Psh, I have the hottest pussy in all of Sex Mall," the creature croaked, "but if you insist..." she slid a bag across the table. It clinked heavily when Pektil grabbed it and stuffed it into his backpack. Good enough.

He ran up to the blue snakeslug and shouted "I'M A TARGET" at the top of his lungs, then pulled up his tunic and began helicoptering his meat wildly. "LOOK AT MY CRAAZY PENIS!" He shouted. The slug stared at him in shocked silence. After a moment it began to regain its composure so Pektil started shouting "EEDLE EEDLE EEDLE." He didn't know why, it just seemed appropriate.

He could see the brown-robed creature creeping up behind the tozol with a huge ring of lockpicks, just starting to work on the hobbles.

The snakeslug was beginning to regain its composure, so Pektil would need to think of something fast to keep its attention.
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No. 342255 ID: c2c011

>>342254
You must run up and slap the slug with your dick in the face, then it's probably time to run away. Also watch out for sergals that ask you if you want to be a star, only agree if they pay you a lot.
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No. 342258 ID: 07416a

>>342254
Jump up on the table and continue. If at any time the slug seems to be breaking out of it's shock, begin to demand payment.
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No. 342286 ID: 8c077d

When the blue slugthing began to drift back to his ward, Pektil jumped on the table, gyrating like a maniac, whipping his tool through the air mere inches from the creature's face.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Snakeslug squealed.

"Pay up buddy!" Pektil shouted, attempting to bludgeon snakeslug with his meat. He could hear clinking but not see the brown-robed creature.

"What are you talking about?" snakeslug screeched, backing away slowly.

Suddenly, the winged human was there, Smiling down benevolently at Pektil and snakeslug. Pektil took in the perfect coiffure and radiant smile. Actually radiant. As in, he seemed to glow with a soft light. His wings were spread behind him, white feathers drifting to the floor.

"Is there a problem here?" He asked, his voice rich and soothing.
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No. 342289 ID: c2c011

>>342286
Tell Angel dude that Slug dude told you he would give you cash if you did the helicopter in front of him, but now he's refusing to pay up and so you're about to slap him senseless with you manmeat.
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No. 342313 ID: 6f1d54

Suddenly, the Tozol burst free of her compromised bonds, and laughed maniacally as she struck a pose. "AH, AFTER TEN THOUSAND SECONDS I'M FREE! TIME TO CONQUER EAR-ooh, pizza." The Tozol proceeded to pick up her pan pizza and take a seat at one of the food courts benches, eating it rather dainty and un-tozol like.
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No. 342314 ID: 28e0ce

>>342289
Yes. Brilliant. Also ask the angel what he's doing later.
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No. 342318 ID: 8c077d

Pektil pointed accusingly at Slugsnake, "He told me he'd pay me cash money if I did this," he continued to spin his hips, 'eedle'ing lightly under his breath, "and he hasn't paid!"

Before the slug had a chance to respond, the human grabbed Pektil by the front of his tunic and slammed him bodily into the table. The tiny Mok gasped and his head swam as the human hoisted up to eye level. He spoke through gritted teeth, still smiling beatifically. Pektil couldn't recognize the emotion in his cold blue eyes.

"Please, lie to me again," the human said, "I would love to see what color your blood is." He slammed Pektil against the table again, rattling the teeth in his head.

Pektil could make out a hard, feminine voice from somewhere in this painful, swimmy world. "Put him down."

He could see the human turn to look at something to his right. "Don't threaten me, monster, or you will regret it."

"Put him down," The voice carried the threat of barely restrained violence. Pektil could smell the fresh peperoni pizza.

"Kneel!" The human's voice rang out, pure, vibrant, sounding like a cannon shot - an echoing, ringing bell. Pektil involuntarily drew up his legs, trying to kneel in the empty air.

Seconds later, he crashed into the table again as he was dropped, pizza smearing across the side of his face. He saw the human, holding his cheek in one hand, and the tozol, restraints removed, pulling her fist back for another punch.

Snakeslug was laying face down on the ground. When Pektil glanced to the side, he noticed everyone in the food court was kneeling.

"Oh, one of those," the human said, recovering quickly from the blow, "Well," he cracked his knuckles and turned to face the Tozol, "The old fashioned way is more fun."

Pektil felt himself regain control of his legs.
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No. 342319 ID: c2c011

>>342318
The Tozol certainly seems like the better one between them, yell out and ask her if she will take you away from the crazy human if you help her. If she says yes then throw food at the angel to distract him.
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No. 342333 ID: 28e0ce

>>342318
Punch the angel in the dick. Then run away with your money.
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No. 342339 ID: 28e0ce

Nevermind, just run with money. You've helped enough.
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No. 342343 ID: 28e0ce

A nearby riot enthusiast sees trouble brewing and excitedly starts the smashing and looting with his specially modified crowbar dick
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No. 342372 ID: 3bd8ec

>>342318
While they're busy with each other, get the hell out of here. Both of these guys seem super fucking dangerous.
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No. 342381 ID: 063c28

>>342372

Seconded. We don't want to get the authorities after us if they aren't already, unless we know it'll get us closer to our goal faster. Do watch what happens, though! Maybe find the guy who broke the tozol out and ask him what's going on.
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No. 342382 ID: 07416a

>>342318
Steal the pizza and take your money and run.
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No. 342388 ID: 383006

Pektil started to shout something to the Tozol, but she was already fighting in earnest. Pektil was dazed, but even had he had his full faculties he thought he would have trouble following the action.

The tozol was fast, limber, and used every part of her body to strike at the human. His whole being was suffused with white light and a golden halo gleamed brightly above his head. He moved liquidly, a gleaming blur, and Pektil couldn't tell if either one was actually managing to strike the other.

Suddenly, the tozol cartwheeled backwards through the air. She slammed into a table, reducing it to shrapnel. She was on her feet in an instant. "you're fast," she said. The human's robe was still hanging perfectly, his hair unruffled.

Pektil noticed that people appeared to be rapidly fleeing the area, except for a rather large fellow with a crowbar in place of a penis. This obvious riot enthusiast was smashing and looting a nearby shop window with his modified member.

"I don't know that I can punch you hard enough to actually injure you," the human said, still smiling brightly. His cool blue eyes were open wide, matching the overzealous glee in his grin, "But I am extremely willing to find out."

His wings kissed the air and he shot forward like a bullet as she leapt to meet him. Pektil decided that sticking around here was probably an extremely foolish idea. Plus, you know, he'd already gotten paid.

He jumped to his feet, grabbing a smashed slice of pepperoni pizza and cramming it into his face as he pumped his stumpy little legs as quickly as he could.

He dashed down the narrow walkway he'd first appeared on, weaving past the other strange creatures either making their way slowly toward or rapidly away from the food court. The awful, echoing voice of the winged human shook the tile under his feet as he shouted something about tearing the Tozol apart.

He ran down another curved walkway, hugging the banister before sliding to a stop in a smaller open area hanging out over the central void. Pektil looked around as he gasped for breath. There was a bank of escalators here going in either direction, and a large, rectangular object made of some shiny, glasslike material. Glowing blue text scrolled across it, and he noticed that some of it shifted into Mok when he approached. It said "INFORMATION." At this point, Pektil realized he had no idea where he was running to. He could barely see the food court from here, extending out away from the shops of the mall. He saw shrapnel fly into the air, and a cloud of dust pluming slowly upward.
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No. 342390 ID: 3bd8ec

>>342388
INFORMATION, eh? Sounds promising.
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No. 342391 ID: 07416a

>>342388
Time to find out how much of what you just did is illegal!
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No. 342400 ID: 1854db

>>342391
That's a good idea. Check the laws.
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No. 342423 ID: c2c011

>>342388
Cool, information. Time to see what places you could make money at.
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No. 342433 ID: 063c28

Check the laws, check the punishment for breaking the laws, check how much you got paid and what in, find a place selling what you're looking for, find out how much more money you need, check who's hiring. A quick summary of any useful work experience/abilities you might have would be relevant.
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No. 342471 ID: 7a5e2d

Pektil approached the information booth and more of the letter shifted into random Mok characters below the big descriptive heading.

There were a few other creatures browsing. One was a relatively large spherical creature covered in red carapace. It had long, purple tentacles instead of limbs.

Some smaller creature with semitransparent gray skin that resembled an armor-clad cross between a frog and a rockfish floated near the screen, scrutinizing it quizzically.

There was also a dragon squatting nearby and looking vaguely confused. It had a muscular, short body with a long tail and neck and chestnut scales. It had six muscular limbs with four digits on each foot and small wings running from its shoulders to the end of its tail. Its enormous mouth smacked occasionally as it blinked its beady green eyes.

Pektil waked up to the board and asked it what the laws were and what happened when you broke them.

The law is simple: No theft, unconsented-to violence in public areas, and no inciting or attempting to incite theft or unconsented-to violence in public places. All beings classified as "dangerous" must be restrained appropriately unless they have a waiver of trust. Authorities will appear should an offense result, and the offenders will be taken before a magistrate and allowed to plead their case. The magistrate will determine an appropriate punishment.

Pektil was a professional hermit by trade. He knew how to skin fish and find grubs. That was pretty much it.

He checked his inventory: Six pairs of panties for a giant, the glowy white potion, all of the things he started with, and 183 shiny gold coins. The prices in the food court looked like it costs one or two for a meal.

He asked where he could find work.

Nearby, there are several places seeking employment: 1. Jizz Mopper 2. Testicle waxer 3. Stock Boy 4. Personal assistant 5. Mechanic's assistant [Suggesters, feel free to list other places seeking employment. Remember to put a number in the Subject line]
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No. 342484 ID: 6f1d54

>>342471
Mechanic's Assistant. You are small, with tiny hands, you are perfect for getting into cramped machinery and fixing things that tall people cannot get to.
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No. 342488 ID: 07416a

>>342471
Mechanics assistant. Soon we shall become a DILDO REPAIRMAN.
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No. 342490 ID: c2c011

>>342471
John INC, where you're guaranteed to be a star.

You want to be a star Pektil, don't you?
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No. 342493 ID: 1854db

>>342471
...well that's really odd. We didn't consent to violence from the angel, yet he was quite violent. He wasn't an authority since he didn't take you to be sentenced, either... doesn't seem like you were breaking the law by lying to the angel though. So I guess he was breaking the law himself. Also the law only covers theft and violence. I wonder how they're defining 'theft' and 'violence'? It appears that vandalism, fraud, non-physical attacks, and molestation would be fine under these rules, yet you could consider those forms of theft or violence if you stretch the meanings of the words a little. See if you can get some clarification on those terms.

...I wonder if the Tozol and angel fighting could be considered consensual?
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No. 342494 ID: ec0bf5

>>342488
Mechanics for sure.
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No. 342497 ID: 07416a

>>342471
You need a disguise. I suggest you take some of that money and dye yourself rainbow.
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No. 342498 ID: 8bdb6a

Personal Assistant. You don't know anything about mechanical anything.
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No. 342505 ID: 8e18cd

Personal assistant. You can't do mechanics, can you.
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No. 342507 ID: 7a5e2d

Pektil asked for further definitions of violence. Like, whether or not vandalism counts. Or bad touching.

Although any nonconsensual contact or defacement or destruction of property can be considered violence, if the magistrate deems the offense to be a waste of his time, the individual bringing the charge will be fined. Most minor incidents are unreported and handled between parties. Nonconsensual spellcasting or psionic powers are considered violent acts, no matter their effects. Fraud or misrepresentation of products is considered theft.

Okay, well, Pektil thought the angel guy pretty much violenced him for sure. Now that he though about it, he didn't hear any more sounds from the food court. Maybe the situation was already under control. The armored tentacle sphere was wandering off that way, actually.

Pektil had more important things to do, like make some money. He decided his small size and little hands would make him a perfect mechanic's assistant. He got the directions from the information booth, and after a few escalators and walkways, he was making his way down a little alley between two shops.

The walls were tall and close, and the ceiling high. They were undecorated white drywall, with a blue line about a foot from the tile floor. Pektil noticed for the first time that the quiet murmur of distant chatter was absent entirely. The only sound was the hum of the big florescent lights set in the ceiling. He identical unmarked passageways occasionally branch off to the right or left.

He was starting to think this wasn't the best idea when he reached a big metal door marked "MACHINE" He could see a sign just past it that read "You are now leaving a public area." He stood in front of the door, wondering what he should do.
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No. 342509 ID: 07416a

>>342507
Report what's-her-face for scamming you. You wanted to be bigger, not have monstrous evil junk.
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No. 342516 ID: 063c28

>>342509

I dunno if the authorities would be very happy with us right now, and our case would be pretty damn weak if our theft was discovered, as these sound like the kind of magistrates who follow the spirit, rather than the letter, of the law, and wouldn't look kindly on a thief seeking restitution.

More importantly: We forgot to find out how much money we need! Now we don't have a reference point!

Head back to the nearest info booth you passed and find that out. Then return, but be cautious; theft and violence are both legal in non-public areas. In fact, find somewhere safe, like a bank, to store your possessions and money before returning here from the info booth.
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No. 342542 ID: 8092e6

>>342507
proceed further. go get that job.
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No. 342549 ID: 8bdb6a

Double back and find out why the locksmith let the tozol out in the first place, since apparently it's just going to get her in trouble. It might be important?
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No. 342618 ID: 07416a

>>342507
A nearby floating snake shark noticed the furry little mok and decided she just <i> had </i> to say hello. Given the locale, it might just lead to something fun.
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No. 342625 ID: c2c011

>>342507
Cockknock the door of course.
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No. 342652 ID: 383006

Pektil wasn't sure whether he should go in or go find another info booth. He probably couldn't catch up with the little lizard locksmith even if he tried - he imagined she probably wasn't still at the scene of the crime. Honestly, he didn't think Kiley intended to screw him over. She definitely intended to screw him... His memory of those six seconds caused a slight stirring down below. Kiley...

His reminiscing was interrupted by something warm and smooth brushing against his shoulder. He jumped back, shouting, and saw a long, gray and white mottled creature swimming sensuously through the air. It had fins and skin like a shark, but the wide, grinning face of a snake and was roughly three times his height in length.

Pektil looked to his right, making sure he was on the safe side of the public area sign.

The creature spoke, her voice rich, throaty and feminine, "I saw you standing there and just had to come up and say hello," she purred. Her muscular body pushed her effortlessly through the air with slow, powerful strokes, and she swam in lazy circles, coiling slowly around herself, her unblinking yellow eyes fixed on him.
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No. 342653 ID: c2c011

>>342652
Tell her your story and your need for cashmonies.
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No. 342662 ID: 4071b1

Pektil decided to trust the snakeshark, so he told her his story, and basically asked her the questions he was going to ask the information booth anyway.

She swam up to him with a dainty flick of her tail, rubbing her smooth body against his back and shoulder. He felt her tongue tickle his elbow before she slipped under his arm, turning to face him with her tail still pressed against his back. "Hmmm," she purred, "This is the issue, as I see it, Pektil," She drew his name out, making it drip like syrup, "Permanent alterations with no side effects that last outside of the Sex Mall will be expensive, probably several thousand coins..."

She swam past him again, wrapping one of his tiny, fragile arms in a coil of her body and releasing it just as quickly as she turned to face him again, doubling back on herself. "My name is Hacke, by the way," she purred, her name a short, sharp spike in the sentence. "The other issue," she said, swimming very close, her golden eyes and round, black pupils gleaming under the florescent lights, "Is that most people in the mall proper are not interested in things like that. You will probably have to visit the Service Areas, the Mall Backworks where things are more," her tongue kissed the air, "primal."

"Of course," she said, pressing her tail against him enough to make him feel her weight, the hard muscles underneath her skin, "That might be something you're interested in..." She paused, sliding more of her body against him. Her permanent smile unnerved him, and he wasn't sure exactly what she was implying.
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No. 342663 ID: ec0bf5

Agree without waiting to find out what she's asking.
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No. 342667 ID: c2c011

>>342662
Say that if it gives you cash that will make you afford becoming HUGE! then you're willing to do anything.
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No. 342674 ID: 07416a

>>342662
Only one way to find out!
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No. 342675 ID: 07416a

>>342662
Only one way to find out! Agree.
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No. 342752 ID: 383006

Pektil readily agreed to whatever Hacke might be trying to convince him of. "Oh," she seemed momentarily surprised, darting her head back, but rapidly regained her composure. "Well, we can take our time then, can't we?" She pressed her body against his, pushing him toward the mall proper. "I know a place we can go. It's got nice ambiance, and we won't be interrupted." she drew the last word out, running her tongue into the cup of his ear as she said it.

They made their way out of the blank, flickering hallways and into mellow light, shops and people. Hacke had twined her body around his, pulling him forward. He could feel her chest expand and contract as she breathed, hear her heartbeat as she lead him rapidly along past the shops and onlookers. "ooh," she cooed, rubbing a fin against the inside of his leg. She felt so warm, it's like her body was suffusing his with heat. "this is going to be so fun."

She pushed him into an elevator, pressing a button with the tip of her nose. He felt something decidedly hotter than the rest of her body pressed against his thigh. She whispered into his ear, he could feel little puffs of breath as she laughed, "I didn't take you for the type," her fin moved further up the inside of his leg, "Mmm, you're going to make me happy," she purred.

The doors to the elevator slid open and she pushed him out on a dimmer landing. On one side was the familiar gulf that ran though the center of the mall, on the other were a row of gaudy neon signs. This area was more alive with strange creatures laughing, dancing, drinking. Hacke gently trailed the tip of her tail along the underside of Pektil's penis. "Don't worry, I'll make it good for you," she said, her words dripping honey.

Pektil barely noticed the large neon outline of some pointy-eared creature with far too many teeth opening and closing its mouth. Hacke was pushing him through the wide, red plush doors when a tall, slender yellow and black quadruped with a face like a cross between a fox, a ferret, and a grayhound stopped her "Just a sec," it growled, then turned its liquid eyes to Pektil. "You're sober and consenting, yeah?" it asked, it's gravelly voice decidedly feminine. Hacke worked the much warmer part of her body against his rapidly growing erection.
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No. 342753 ID: 3bd8ec

>>342752
Probably?
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No. 342754 ID: ec0bf5

Uh, this isn't going to hurt, is it?
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No. 342760 ID: c04c0d

Err this isnt some sort of vore thing is it?
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No. 342762 ID: 049dfa

o no vorey stories.

Make sure she isn't planning to EAT you before you go in there.
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No. 342764 ID: 400170

>>342752
Well, we are.
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No. 342783 ID: 9040a2

>>342752

Uhm, I guess so?
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No. 342806 ID: 063c28

>>342752

Okay, it'll be awkward, but we probably should make sure what exactly we're consenting to. This thing is awfully sharkish, after all.
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No. 342828 ID: 8092e6

>>342752
Check her vagina for teeth.
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No. 342829 ID: be8491

She seems nice and super legit. Let's trust her.
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No. 342832 ID: 6e44d2

"Wait, just a sec, what, exactly, am I agreeing to?"
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No. 342848 ID: 383006

Pektil's penis twitched as she continued to rub the outer crease of her vagina against the underside of his member, her warm, muscular body wrapped tightly around his. He just wanted to agree, say anything to keep going, but some part of his brain was still functioning properly, and so he asked the first question that came to mind. "It won't hurt, will it?"

"Oh no," Hacke purred, the tip of his penis down the outer edge of her vagina. "You'll be unconscious before you get to my stomach," Pektil was stunned, and Hacke continued in her smooth, sultry voice, "Unless you want it to hurt," She rubbed her cheek against his, licking the outer edge of his lip.

Pektil wanted to disentangle himself somehow, but her heavy muscular body prevented him from doing more than twitching feebly. "Uh," he said, "What, exactly are we going to do?"

"We're going to fuck," she whispered, her warm breath ruffling the fur on his cheek, "Then I'm going to eat you."
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No. 342849 ID: ec0bf5

Cry and say "Agreeing to stuff without knowing what it was was just supposed to lead to zany and awkward misunderstandings! I didn't realize I was going to get LITERALLY eaten!"
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No. 342850 ID: 607629

just let what happens happen
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No. 342851 ID: 8211e6

"I didn't think this was going to involve dying! D:"
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No. 342852 ID: 92d617

>>342848

That is the very rightful king of all bad ideas. You do not want to be eaten.
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No. 342853 ID: b0e12d

Surely it won't be fatal. How would she help us get huge if she ate and killed us?
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No. 342854 ID: 2ed31f

"Woah, wait, I don't want to die!" Pektil shouted. Hacke flinched, instantly releasing him as if he'd burned her.

"Wha-what the fuck? But, you said..." She stared at him open-mouthed, looking shocked and hurt.

"Agreeing to stuff without knowing what it was was just supposed to lead to zany and awkward misunderstandings! I didn't realize I was going to get LITERALLY eaten!" Pektil said, backing away

Hacke curled in on herself, hiding her face with a loop of her body. "You thought it'd be funny?" she said, he could hear a hitch in her voice. Like lightning her tailfin darted out and slapped him across the face, sending him staggering. He could see tears streaming down her face. "You're a fucking asshole," she said, sobbing, "Don't fuck with people's hearts," and with that, she swam rapidly up through the air, her tears glittering as they fell.
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No. 342856 ID: 6f1d54

Foam at the mouth in utter confusion.
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No. 342857 ID: 3bd8ec

>>342854
Man, where the heck are we now, even?
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No. 342858 ID: ec0bf5

Now can we go looking for that job? The mechanics place sounds interesting.
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No. 342862 ID: c71597

>>342854
Ask the guard what the fuck is going on here.
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No. 342868 ID: f22cb0

Explain that you dying isn't what you want, and that if there was a way without permanent death you'd do as she wishes.
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No. 342881 ID: 87b514

Pektil stood in a state of complete confusion in front of the door as a large black dragon with two anthropomorphic rabbits chained to its shiny, spike-studded collar walked up.

"Hey, sober and consenting, yes?" the yellow ferrety dog thing barked out.

"Oh, oh dear yes!" one of the rabbits said, flopping a wrist limply in her direction

"Oh my, of course," said the other, winking lewdly. The dragon laughed, black scales gleaming under the neon lights, thin tendrils of smoke trailing up from between its glistening white fangs. It pushed the plush, round doors open with the tip of its snout and slipped inside.

"Uh," Pektil said, turning to the guard, painfully aware that his tunic was hanging off of either side of his exposed member, "Can you tell me what is going on here?" His dick twitched in her direction, as if in agreement.

"This is a vore club," she explained, licking one nostril with a long, pink tongue. Pektil continued to stare at her with his dick exposed. "People come here to eat other sentient things, or be eaten by them." His erection began to wilt ever so slightly, pointing gently toward the floor. His tunic slid down the length, but still didn't cover the end.

"It's their sexual fetish," the creature continued to explain slowly, asking another cadre of creatures whether they were sober and consenting. "They get off on it," she said after another awkward pause. Her gravelly voice had taken a slightly confused tone as well.

"Uh, Ok." Pektil said, not sure whether he should try to adjust his junk or not. Maybe she didn't notice? "Where am I, anyway?"

"This is a nightclub district," the guard said, letting two green female creatures made of goo wander in. They each had long bendy straws pressed into the others' plastic flesh, and were drinking from the ends.

"Uh, there are dance clubs here. Like, where people go to dance," Her big fluffy brush of a tail was hanging limply behind her now, and her head was cocked to the side on her long, snaky neck. "And there's clubs like this one, for sex stuff."

"Oh," said Pektil after another silent pause, still painfully and visibly aroused.
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No. 342883 ID: 1ae1ff

Ask why people would want to get off on dying. Also ask if she's into it.
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No. 342885 ID: c71597

>>342881
Ask if she knows of anyone who would like to hire you for something that doesn't involve dying.
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No. 342888 ID: 8e18cd

Best to see if there are any BDSM clubs around..
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No. 342889 ID: 1854db

Adjust your junk.
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No. 342891 ID: f22cb0

Ask her if there's some way to not die, or at least be alive how you are now, after being eaten. And explain that you didn't mean to make her feel bad, you just didn't know you'd die.
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No. 342898 ID: 87b514

Pektil tried unsuccessfully to pull his tunic over his penis. When he pushed his tunic down lower, it only pushed more penis out from under the edge. And it kinda hurt. It pretty much instantly bounced back up when he let go, wobbling slightly.

"Uh, so, are you into that? Why would somebody get off on being killed?" He tried to turn sideways to see if that would help, but now it was just swaying laterally.

She sighed, "Not really. It's just a job for me. I'm pretty big and I can read minds, so people can't lie about consent or whatever." She coughed. "I've done it," she turned away, letting some sort of centaur with a massive erection leading a human woman in.

"You know, the vore thing," she looked to the side, not making eye contact, "But, it was kind of weird for me. The pay was too good, but it really creeped me out." Her rough voice was somber and distant.

"So, do they really all die? I didn't know I was going to die." Pektil said, looking at the busy crowds of dancers. Bright lights and heavy primal beats escaped from the doors to the various clubs and shops all along the walkway. Bright chatter and happy faces swam in neon.

"Well, there are ways. Spells. Some things have methods of surviving, or of keeping their prey alive," They both looked at the myriad creatures, naked flesh, or forms more accentuated than if they'd been bare, kissing, drinking, singing, some dancing to music only they heard. "But most of them just die. Can't afford it, don't care. It's what they want. They don't care if they can only do it once. Or it's not real to them if they can come back." She growled, clearing her throat, "The predators mostly don't care."

Pektil didn't really know what to say, but his erection had mostly subsided by this point, although there was a large smear of precum down the front of his tunic. He decided to attempt to change the subject entirely.

"So, uh, you know where I can make money? That doesn't involve death?"

She turned to look at him again. Her slitlike nostrils flared at the end of her long, pointed muzzle. She licked one absently. "I guess if you don't mind waiting around, I could use some hands. If you want to or whatever. You're new here." She stopped a tiny drunk horse from wandering in.

"If you want, anyway. Just for today." She kept looking off into the crowds as the silence stretched on. "It's just carrying things," she said suddenly, "That's what hands are! I, uh, don't have any."

Pektil tried to decide what he should do. "How long would I have to wait?" He was kind of hungry.

"Just a couple more hours. I can wait here for a while," she rasped. "I'm, uh, Sommer Ecrote."

"Pektil," he said.
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No. 342900 ID: 6f1d54

The Bun in The Oven: Preg/Impreg
Malleable Desires: Shapeshifting
The Crazy Alchemist: Potions/Chemicals
Club Wincest: Incest
Send In The Clones: myowntwinnowneitherofuswillbevirgins.jpg
Number 63: Genderswapping
Hard-Boiled: Oviposition
Biggie Smalls: Sizeplay
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No. 342902 ID: 3bd8ec

>>342898
Okay, this is a much more promising lead than anyone else we've run into so far.
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No. 342905 ID: c71597

>>342898
Sounds pretty good, ask if she can recomend any good place to eat at while you wait. A small meal shouldn't set you back that much.
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No. 342907 ID: 28e0ce

Clang clang: mechanical and mechaphile club. Across the street is Flesh and Steel, a cyborg club. They are bitter rivals.
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No. 342922 ID: 87b514

"Number Sixty Three is a genderswap club down the street a little," she said after a moment of reflection. "They serve decent food, and it's calm. Everyone there is just enjoying being the other thing, so no one will really mess with you I don't think. Just make sure and order without special ingedients when you order." She looked somewhat concerned. "Like, tell them 'no special ingredients.'"

Pektil thanked Sommer and headed that way. "I'll meet up with you there when my shift ends," she said, her gravelly voice quickly becoming lost in the noise and voices on the walkway.

Pektil's small size made it rather difficult to make his way down the street, but he could see the big neon sign over the club. There was an outline of a human, one half wearing fishnets and a skirt with long hair, a large breast and round ass, the other side a muscular man in a tank top and shorts.

The "6" on the sign looked like an erect penis and testicles, while the "3" had been transformed into a pair of breasts.

Pektil walked through the revolving door and into the club.

There was a raised dance floor on one side, with several circular islands with shiny brass poles rising from the sparse crowd of dancers. A few of the poles had interesting creatures twining around them.

Outside of the dance floor was a recessed area full of low tables and overstuffed pink and blue couches, with several couples or groups lazing and sipping drinks or eating from square platters.

A shiny metal bar with plump vinyl barstools took up the other wall, glasses hanging overhead. Several patrons sipped colorful drinks.

A Several humans in pink vinyl dresses with wide skirts made their way from the brightly lit bar area into the multicolored strobe of the pit surrounded the dance floor to deliver trays or glasses.

As Pektil walked in, he could see another raised carpeted area with more couches and large, circular booths in the back with mellow candlelight.

A human female in a black vinyl dress with cherry red lipstick stood behind the bar, waving to an empty stool with a cheery "Care for a drink?"
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No. 342923 ID: 1854db

>>342922
Ask for some sort of traditional Mok drink. With no special ingredients. Unless you WANT to try out being a girl for a while. I wonder how that would work with the big-dick enchantment? If they don't have the drink you want, ask what's good here and order that. Also, some food.

Hey you could even ask what the 'special ingredients' do, instead of assuming they'd turn you into a girl.
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No. 342925 ID: 07416a

>>342922
Ask how the special ingredients would interact with a size-enhancing enchantment on your junk.
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No. 342926 ID: 6f1d54

>>342922
IT WAS A MAN, BABY, YEAH!

But yeah, politely decline the drink on the grounds that you're starving and want food-food. What do Moks eat? Fish? See if they have any fish items on the menu, and be sure to ask for it without any special ingredients so you don't lose your schlong and end up with a pair of size G breasts instead.
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No. 342928 ID: 8092e6

>>342922
Ask her for some whiskey.
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No. 342930 ID: 87b514

The bar was fairly tall, but so were the stools. With a little work, he'd managed to clamber up the one the waitress had indicated to him. He could see she had long eyelashes and heavy mascara and blush. Her nametag said "Tammera Dekay," and she was chewing a bright pink piece of gum.

"Uh, I want a drink and some food, please," Pektil said. He was used to drinking puddle water and eating grubs he dug up, being a hermit and all, but he didn't particularly like grubs and puddle water. "I guess just want whatever you recommend, but I need to know how the special ingredients work. I probably don't want any. Plus I have magic and I want to know what'll happen if I take them."

"Okay, sweety. You decide if you want meat or not, and I'll get a sorceress over here. Oh, you want a sweet drink or a strong drink?, think about that too." She made her way down the bar.

In a moment, a long, slender snakelike creature with six thin arms slithered up. It had a vaguely humanoid face with six diagonal slits where a nose would be and wide green eyes. Its scaly hide was mottled red and black, with a whitish yellow underside. Its hands were limned in blue ghostlight as it waved them near his groin.

"This spell cannot be reversed. The special ingredients here would give you feminine breasts and figure, and give you pussy, but you still would have a dick. Herm is popular, so I think it's OK." She hissed, "Only last until you leave club anyway.

Pektil glanced at the menu. It looked like food was only a couple coins, same for the drink.

He saw the waitress making her way back to him.
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No. 342931 ID: f22cb0

Ask for without special ingredients. Sommer would be disappointed if you asked for with, I believe.
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No. 342932 ID: 8e18cd

>>342930

More fem figure wouldn't hurt but breasts or a pussy would probably be a bit too much given your current condition.

Pick something without special ingredients and ask if there's some kind of work to be done here... maybe you could earn something.
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No. 342934 ID: ec0bf5

Yeah, we don't need the special stuff. It's probably more expensive.
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No. 342936 ID: 1854db

>>342930
Yeah, we're gonna go without. Hmm. The way she phrased it, I bet you're going to have that big dick no matter what happens to you. Cannot be reversed means it will never go away. Granted if the rest of you becomes huge like you want, then it'll be 'normal' right?
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No. 342941 ID: 8092e6

>>342930
be a herm.
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No. 342942 ID: 87b514

The waitress sauntered back up to the bar, and asked Pektil if he was ready to order. He turned down the drink on the grounds that he was really hungry, and said he wanted something with fish in it, no special ingredients.

"I'll bring you a tuna salad sandwich, sweetie," she said, pouring him a tall glass of water and walking away with swaying hips. Pektil remembered that she was probably not really a girl, at least not outside of here.

He saw a tall, elegant woman sitting next to him sip her drink and suddenly begin to change. Her breasts shrank inside her t-shirt as her shouldered widened. Her exposed midriff thickened, fat wicking away, revealing muscles, and her chin and jaw widened and drew down. A five o clock shadow slowly darkened her cheeks. She? upended the rest of the glass, and ran onto the dance floor with a shout.

The waitress slid a plate down to him. Ligtly toasted, fresh lettuce peeking out from underneath, two ripe red tomatoes and a generous helping of tuna salad. Pektil wasted no time in busying himself with his first real meal since he'd arrived in the Sex Mall.

Around a bite, he asked the waitress if there was any work that needed doing.

"I guess you could mop the loads out of the back room," she said. Pektil wiped a dab of mayonnaise from the corner of his mouth.
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No. 342945 ID: c71597

>>342942
Ask how much that would pay. Then you can compare wages between what you could do at the vore club and at this place. Also ask about the hours.
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No. 342946 ID: 8e18cd

>>342942

Jizz moper is a bit... hmmm... degrading. Ask how much pay is there involved and well if there are OTHER duties you could perform.

If not you could check some other club with less... extreme content.

And remember: Watersports is not jet-skiing, snuff isn't powdered tobacco that you snort up and scat is not scat singing. That's the most important things you should remember for now
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No. 342950 ID: ec0bf5

See if that mechanics shop job is still open.
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No. 342960 ID: 1854db

If it's work we can do right now for about an hour while we're waiting for our friend to arrive, sure. It would be rude to be late for the meeting, but we don't have anything else to do...

And work is work. We shouldn't try to be picky unless we plan on staying here for a long time.
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No. 342964 ID: 063c28

>>342960

Yeah, a bit of odd jobbing is a good idea no matter what the pay is so long as it's safe, but we should be sure to compare pay when considering mutually exclusive options.
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No. 342976 ID: bab287

Uhh, ask if there are any other jobs.
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No. 342988 ID: c04c0d

Ask the waitress if she knows about any sexual fetishes that revolve around becoming huge.
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No. 342991 ID: 07416a

>>342942
Ask if they have a shower. If so, then accept the job and describe Sommer and ask to be told when she shows up.
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No. 343014 ID: 41b2fb

"So, how much does it pay?" he asked.

"Eh, I'll give you fifty coins," the waitress said. Pektil correctly assumed that this'd just be a one time thing. It didn't look like they were really hiring.

"Do you guys have a shower? I'll do it if you have a shower. Unless there's something else I can do."

She cocked an eyebrow. "yeah, there are some showers next to the private rooms. I can show you. We don't really need any permanent help though. I just don't wanna clean the loads offa the walls."

She slipped out from around the counter and lead him back past the large private booths and overstuffed couches on the raised section above the bar. There were a few patrons lounging or snuggling in the dim candle light. The heavy techno beats that permeated the dance floor were much more subdued here, though. They wove between the boots and couches and reached a row of doors - brown against a dark brown wall. 'Tammera Dekay' handed him a ring of keys. "Okay honey, the one on the end is the shower room - it's not locked. Just get the bucket and soap out of there and then you can just go down the row. Wipe the walls down real good sweetie. I'll come get you when your friend shows up."

"Hey," Pektil asked before she walked away, "Do you know anything about fetishes about becoming huge?"

She smacked on her gum, blowing a bubble and letting it pop. The end of her tongue rapidly gathered it into her mouth again. "Size play is pretty ordinary. Transformation stuff. Yeah, there's plenty of places where you can be giant or tiny for a while. They're all specialty joints because you gotta make it where people can be comfortable, right? There's a few places for macros down on the lower levels, but it's just so hard for them to get around. A lot of the time they take temporary shrinking potions just so they can go do stuff while they're in the mall. Micros do the same thing with growing potions to be normal sized while they visit." She opened the shower room door for him. It was plain, white tile, with a row of toilet stalls and a row of little shower booths facing them. There were a few sinks against the back wall. She filled the bucket up with soapy water as she continued, "Course, in the service areas there's macros that stay big all the time. Place is dangerous, though." She pressed the bucket and a big orange sponge into his hands with a "there you go" and sent him on his way.

Most of the rooms weren't that bad. They all had a big round bed with a mirror on the ceiling, and a little sink with a mirror. Both bed, walls, and carpet were a deep reddish brown. There would be a few splatters of fluid on the wall, and Pektil would rapidly wipe it up and move on to the next room.

One of them, though, was a fucking disaster. Great ropey strands of semen dripped from the ceiling like stalagmites, and ran down the wall in long, snotty spatters. The smell was terrible - old gym socks, stale sweat and the putrid, rotten organic must of the semen itself. He was glad he'd asked about the showers before he'd agreed to take the job. He tried his hardest not to image what would have transformed the room into such a horrible mess as he scrubbed himself in the shower.

He dried off, stepping back into the bar almost as soon as Sommer walked through the door. The snaky thing dropped a little sack of coins into his hand as he hurried to greet her.

"Uh, hey Pektil," Sommer rasped, "I was just gonna get some groceries if you don't mind giving me a hand." She looked around, sighing. "I like this place because if you don't know any better, it's just like a regular nightclub, but because it's not a regular nightclub, you don't get a lot of really weird characters in here. Except us, I guess." She let out a few gravelly barks of laughter. "Oh, uh, you don't have to go with me if you don't want. I get it if you'd rather do something else."
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No. 343018 ID: 8e18cd

>>343014

If we have some time, we could totally accompany her...
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No. 343020 ID: 07416a

>>343014
A bloodied Tozol rushes into the nightclub and demands a shower.
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No. 343021 ID: 07416a

>>343014
Yeah, sure, go with her. Nothing better to do. Explain that you're new... REALLY new, and don't really know anything about pretty much anything. It'd be nice to have a friend. Benefits are excellent too.
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No. 343025 ID: 6f1d54

>>343020
Then she proceeds to demand a very stiff drink and a cigarette.
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No. 343029 ID: f93445

Because skype and a coinflip made me do it

A blue and green nevrean named Dasaki sits at the bar eating a few slices of purple pineapple, turning to wink at you as the special ingredients start to take effect.
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No. 343032 ID: c04c0d

Yes let us make friends.
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No. 343034 ID: c71597

>>343014
Tell her that you don't really know anyone else here and that you don't really know what else you could or would rather do.
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No. 343042 ID: 41b2fb

Pektil noticed a blue and green nevrean sitting at the bar eating a few slices of purple pineapple, turning to wink at him as the special ingredients start to take effect, slimming his figure and plumping his butt, but not really doing much else.

"Yeah, I'd be glad to help you," he said, quickly making his way toward the exit.

"Cool," said Sommer, trotting toward the door as well.

"Yeah, I don't really know any-" Pektil began, before he was interrupted by a bloodied tozol darting through the doors of the bar. One of her arms was missing - just a ragged mess of tattered meat near the shoulder, and she was covered in bruises. When she asked for a shower, Pektil could see that a large number of her teeth had been knocked out. She also asked for a stiff drink and a cigarette.

"We should leave now," Sommer growled, heading quickly for the door. Pektil followed her without hesitation. Outside, the street was strangely quiet. Pektil couldn't really see over the people, so it wasn't until they made their way back toward Last Whisper where the crowds were significantly thinner that he saw them.

There were two of them, massive creatures who, walking abreast, would have filled the entire lane, and everyone steered well clear, crowding into whatever building was closest as they approached. Most people didn't even come up to their knees.

They were both anthropomorphic animals, rippling with muscle but with obscenely enormous breasts thrust forward, round and unnatural. They were more parodies of sex, narrow waists with rippling abs, wide asses and hard, muscular thighs. Both were naked, and sported massive erections fully half their own height. Their giant organs bobbed and twitched as they walked, dripping a steady stream of clear fluid onto the ground, doing nothing to obscure their massive, bulging ballsacks.

The one in front looked like a pitbull, her tongue lolling from the front of her mouth as she panted, dripping drool onto her breasts and grinning. Her bulging, bright red dogcock reminded Pektil of a spear.

The one behind it looked like a human, but it's tool was a massive, flared horsecock, mottled black and tan. The grin on its feminine face was no less terrifying than the dog's, full of power and easy violence.

They walked with slow, swaying gait, like runway models, parts of them rippling or jiggling as appropriate, as they walked in the direction Pektil had just come from.

"Authorities," Sommer said, ducking quickly into the alcove in front of Last Whisper. "They apprehend lawbreakers," she whispered roughly. She used the end of her muzzle to push Pektil up against her in the alcove, then dropped a tan leather messenger bag over his shoulder. "We should wait till they've gone past before we leave, and then we're gonna go to the elevators fast as we can," her growl was rough, almost hard to understand, "I haven't done anything wrong or nothing like that," she quickly explained, "They just scare the shit out of me."
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No. 343043 ID: e9d7b9

>>343042

Err, stay inside 'til they go past?
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No. 343047 ID: 07416a

>>343042
Hide. Ask if you maybe sorta encountered an angel thingy might that actually be an authority?
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No. 343050 ID: c71597

>>343042
Ok, lets avoid ever breaking the law here. Those authority people seem rather nasty and likely to rape you to death or something like that.

So yeah, staying hidden and waiting for them to pass is probably a good idea. Ask Sommer what they do if they catch someone.
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No. 343070 ID: 1854db

We could mention the angel and ask what the hell that was about.
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No. 343089 ID: 41b2fb

Pektil was pressed against Sommer's thick, soft fur. She smelled like dust and a little like leather. He could feel her heavy breathing and hear her rapid heartbeat. He was tempted to reach out and pet her yellow and black striped coat. After a moment she rubbed the elbow of her foreleg against his side. "Come on," she growled, "Let's hurry."

Head low on her long, serpentine neck, she darted forward into the scattered crowd, trotting quickly toward the elevator. Pektil hurried to keep up.

"So, what do they do when they find who they're looking for?" he said, walking quickly to keep up.

"Their spunk is poison. It paralyzes you," she shuddered, "Plus they're really strong and almost impossible to hurt. They take you to a magistrate for punishment."

They slipped quickly into an empty elevator and Sommer said "market" into the grill over the numbers. Pektil took the opportunity to catch his breath.

The elevator came to a stop on a level more like the one he'd first arrived on, but the walkway was wider and most of the shops were open air with broad, colorful awnings extending out over the tile.

Sommer began to trot down the avenue and Pektil followed, past cuts of meat, strange fruits and vegetables, bundles of dried herbs, whole fish on ice, any number of strange delights. They even had grubs.

"So, what about an angel looking guy. Could he be an authority?" Pektil asked. Sommer would stop and certain stands and ask Pektil to put some items into the satchel. There was a pouch on the side with coins in it, and he'd hand those over to the vendor. Pektil thought it must be pretty awkward for Sommer to do this by herself.

"Probably not," she said, answering his earlier question. "Most of 'em look like the two we saw. They aren't all as big, and their," she coughed, "equipment isn't all the same, but the general shape a' things is pretty similar." She got him to pick out the firmest of some bulbous red tubers.

Pektil told her about the angel guy he'd seen earlier, and asked her what was up with that. He left out the parts about him trying to slap some guy in the face with his dong.

"Could have been a vigilante, or just somebody lookin' for a fight," she said after a moment's consideration. She had him get some steaks, the flesh almost purple, before she continued. "He coulda had a writ of esteem." She had him gather some herbs as well. "It's like, to let you take care of minor disputes for the Authorities."

The pack was starting to get heavy, but Pektil didn't really mind. Being surrounded by the smells of dirt and vegetables, fish, meat, sometimes stinky cheese, were soothing, earthy. The omnipresent sussurations of haggling and idle chatter were a welcome change from the shouting and music of the nightclub district, but soon enough they were leaving the market behind, taking an escalator to a landing full of shops, then another to and enormous red brick landing, with rows of little porches and windows set into a massive, continuous brownstone facade. There were trees in little grassy areas bordered with stone that mostly blocked the view of the central void of the mall, although Pektil imagined that the upper floors could see over them fairly easily, and the bannister on the other side of the trees was a wrought iron fence. Some of the stoops had little planters on either side of the steps as well, with flower beds or vegetable gardens in them.

Sommer walked quietly down the rows of doors, her claws clicking on the brickwork, until she turned at one door in particular. It had a curved door handle that she pushed down with the end of her long muzzle, making her way inside. The hallway was small but well-lit, and they took a flight of narrow stairs up to the third floor. Maroon carpet lined the hallway, and she stopped in front of one of the many heavy wooden doors. It was deep brown, scuffed and scarred, but it looked sturdy to Pektil. Safe.

She reached into the front pouch of the messenger bag with her mouth, pulling out a key and carefully inserting it into the lock. She turned her head carefully to the side, and Pektil heard the heavy bolt withdraw. She removed the key, dropping it back into the bag, and pushed down on the door handle with her muzzle, showing Pektil into her clean, modern apartment.

Mostly, it was glass and metal, with heavy, plush gray carpet on the floor. What Pektil at first mistook for giant bay windows but soon realized were massive flatscreens showed a high mountain view with gently drifting clouds. The living room was an open expanse, with a raised bar separating it from the uncarpeted kitchen area.

There was no appreciable furniture other than a low table in the living area, and several large, round pillows in various colors.

"Thanks a lot for helping me Pektil," she said, not making eye contact. "unless you don't mind helping me cook or whatever. Uh. Otherwise I guess I can just give you the cash for being hands for me and you can just put that stuff on the counter." Her soft bushy tail hung limply behind her as she walked slowly toward the middle of the kitchen counter.
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No. 343090 ID: 8e18cd

>>343089

I hope all that time you spent being a hermit didn't limit you meal choices to gruel and grass.

Helping her cook would probably win you some more favours or money.
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No. 343092 ID: 6e44d2

Let's help her cook! I like her, she's sweet.
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No. 343095 ID: c71597

>>343089
You are so helping her cook. That way you can probably get a tip and might be able to make this helping hands thing into a more regular arrangement that could see you gain some cash.
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No. 343101 ID: 1854db

>>343089
She seems a little depressed. Maybe you should ask her if something's bothering her.

We should help her cook, even if there's nothing in it for us. It just seems like a nice thing to do.

...I just realized we don't have any living arrangements. We could ask her if she knows how much it costs to live around here, and what places there are we can stay at. We probably shouldn't ask to stay here for the night. We just met her. Though, I guess, since she can read our mind she would be able to easily tell if we're trustworthy enough (since we stole from that shopkeeper without really giving it much thought, maybe we aren't)
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No. 343104 ID: 6f1d54

>>343089
"This is going to sound crazy, but really based on what I've seen today, it's a pretty tame story. So like, I fell through a portal thing and ended up here, so I literally have no place to go to or anything like that. So yeah, uh...if you don't mind a Mok with a giant dong, maybe I could sorta crash here?"
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No. 343113 ID: 749762

>>343089

Well, now I'd expect you to accept your payment and go. Though, it looks like you might be cooking after all.
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No. 343137 ID: c04c0d

Help her with the cooking. Also try and find out why she seems depressed.
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No. 343251 ID: 6e44d2

Guys, seriously? That's not depression: it's shyness. She wants some hot Pektil action.
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No. 343374 ID: 6c7b78

"Yeah, I guess I could help," Pektil said, spreading the ingredients around on the counter.

All of the kitchen fixtures were much lower than he expected they would be in a house for someone of average height, probably because it would have been almost impossible for Sommer to use them otherwise. It also made it much easier for Pektil to help her.

Most of the implements he pulled out of the drawers looked completely unused, and after Sommer began to give him instructions for the preparation of the meal, he wondered how she would have managed to prepare any part of it whatsoever.

Soon enough, the room was filled with delicious, savory aromas, and a pot of meat and vegetables was simmering merrily on the stove. Pektil wondered for the second time how she'd planned on fixing the meal herself, and why she had cooked so much.

The huge flat screens transitioned from day into a starry night, accompanied by quiet sounds of blowing wind and chirping insects. Sommer was puttering around the room, scooting some of the cushions next to the low table in the living room. Pektil thought about asking her if he could stay there for the night, but wasn't sure if he should or not.

"Uh, thanks again," Sommer growled. "The bowls are in the cabinet right there. And, uh, you can make one for yourself if you want." She stood silhouetted against her false window, staring out over the bright, starry desert night that covered a blank brick wall.
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No. 343381 ID: 1854db

>>343374
Yeah, sure, let's eat.

Ask her about the mind-reading thing. How does that work? Can she tell what people are thinking all the time, or is it something she focuses on? Is that a common ability around here?
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No. 343384 ID: c71597

>>343374
Put down a bowl for youself as well. Ask her how she ended up here and how she got started on her job.
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No. 343402 ID: 07416a

>>343374
Bring her a bowl and give her soft ear scritchies.
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No. 343835 ID: 383006

Soon enough, Pektil was sitting cross legged at the little table while Sommer reclined on a big cushion across from him, steaming bowls of rich stew sitting on the table between the two.

"So," Pektil asked, "How does your mind reading work? Is it something you have to focus on, or does it just happen all the time?"

"Well," she said, picking a chunk of meat out of her bowl with her tongue, "I can't tell what people are thinking exactly. It's more empathy - I can feel their emotions. I have to mostly be paying attention to pick up on it. It makes it pretty impossible to lie to me. Plus I can tell if somebody is under a spell or not." Pektil tried his stew. It was really good. Far better than grubs and puddle water. "I can focus to try and drill deeper, but people can notice that," she said, picking a vegetable out and chewing it slowly.

"How many people can do that?" Pektil asked, slurping the broth out of his big spoon. He was pretty sure the spoons were just for guests. The bowls were metal except one edge was raised and made of rubber so Sommer could grab them in her mouth without spilling them. They also had wide, rubberized edges. Like dog bowls.

"It's why I got the job," Sommer growled, slurping some of her own broth. "I mean, it's not extremely rare or anything, but it's not like everybody can do it." She paused, swallowing another cube of meat, "Plus, I can use mine to hurt people if I need to. You want to have a bouncer that can actually bounce, you know?"

"I guess," Pektil said. He was pretty sure you'd have to be pretty tough to deal with the sort of customers he saw going into that club.

They ate in silence for a while. Pektil looked around the room a bit more. There were the big screens, the night sounds, the big round cushions scattered over the plush gray carpet, and a noticed a silvery panel against the living room wall closest to the front door. He also noticed a tall, thin door in a recessed walkway on the same wall, and two big wooden double doors on the opposite wall. The entire place was immaculate, and he couldn't really smell anything besides the delicious stew they'd cooked.

"So, how'd you get here anyway? How'd you get the job at that club?" he asked, interrupting the relative silence.

"I was born here," Sommer said slowly, "Most people aren't natives, but some are. I was being raised to be a body guard, but my trainer got killed when I was still pretty young." She paused for a while, and Pektil was about to ask the question again when she continued, "I was just looking for work, but it's hard for me because I'm a feral," she said the word with some contempt, "So people expect me to act a certain way, and in a lot of places it's kind of hard to get around and do things. I did some jobs here and there, but I think it was trouble for me long term in most places." There was another long pause. Pektil got the impression that she didn't do much talking in the course of her average day. "Then I interviewed at Last Whisper and it worked pretty good. The place is mostly built for ferals, so, like, it's not as awkward, but I feel kinda bad because it just sort of reinforces the stereotype, you know? Like, we can't help but act like animals or whatever." She glanced at the bowls with an embarrassed grimace. "Would you mind getting me another bowl?"

Pektil went to get her another bowl. He wasn't sure if he should ask to spend the night, or just ask for his money and try to find some place.
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No. 343845 ID: 1854db

>>343835
Yes, ask if we can stay, but do so by asking if she would let us stay in exchange for you helping her out in the long term. I mean, this seems like good work for you, and she's been nice so far. It's a good arrangement. Heck, even the counters are the right size for a Mok.

Also it's a nice apartment. Seems like it should be expensive- does she get paid a lot?
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No. 343847 ID: 8092e6

>>343835
Ask to stay the night, give her some sweet mok loving.
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No. 343870 ID: 1854db

>>343847
Considering his last performance I'm not sure it would be very sweet.
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No. 343889 ID: ce4a4d
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343889

quest needs more shenanigans
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No. 343896 ID: c7b6c2

Ask if you can stay the night in a REFRESHINGLY PLATONIC manner. Don't forget to be adorably pitiful as you ask.

After the meal, a knock is heard at the door. It is a mailperson, with a box for Sommer.
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No. 343918 ID: c71597

>>343835
Don't ask directly if you can stay the night, but hint at it. Like ask where one can find a very cheap place to stay where you're not likely to get rapemurdered.
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No. 343945 ID: 26eb87

Mailperson: wait until most awkward moment possible to knock.

Pektil: be curious about box

Sommer: be embarrassed about box

Box: keep on being awesome
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No. 343963 ID: 8dab69

The box is a box that causes intense desire of ownership for it in all those who see it, but is safely locked away in a quartz holding cage which negates its supernatural abilities.

Sommer thought the quartz box cage looked nice and has no idea about its terrible havoc-wreaking properties.
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No. 343967 ID: 00abf8

They ate in silence for a little longer, just sort of relaxing in the presence of good food. Sommer yawned, stretching her front legs and displaying her long, pink tongue and rows of sharp, white teeth. Pektil was less focused on how slightly horrifying it was, and more on how extremely tired he felt. He'd certainly had a full day.

"Do you know anywhere around here I could maybe stay?" he asked, stretching his tiny arms in a sympathy yawn, "Or maybe I could, uh, stay here?"

Sommer cocked her head to the side and licked the end of her nose. "Yeah, I don't mind," she said.

"This place is pretty nice," He said, trying to maybe reduce what he felt was a potentially awkward topic.

"I do well at last whisper," she growled, yawning and stretching her back legs, arching her back.

Pektil began to talk again, stretching with another sympathy yawn, when he slammed his knee into the table with an audible "ROMP!" >>343889

Stew splattered across the table and Sommer's chest. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Pektil said, bounding up and grabbing a towel off of the counter. He quickly wiped up the table and tossed the bowls into the sink while Sommer sat staring in wide eyed silence. "I'll get it, don't worry!" Pektil said, kneeling in front of her. He rubbed the towel across her shoulders and chest. He grabbed her shoulder with his other hand for balance, noticing for the first time how long and silky her fur was. He carefully soaked up the broth, taking his time to carefully clean her shiny yellow pelt. He couldn't help but slowly work his fingers into her fur with his free hand. It wasn't long before he felt rhythmic vibrations through his fingers and barely hear a gravelly purr.

He looked up. Her head was bent like a swan, her chin against her collarbone and her eyes closed, her lips barely parted, just inches away from his own face. Her warm breath caressed the end of his muzzle as she purred and he leaned up toward her...

She lept back, startled as there was a knock on the door. Three short, sharp raps, followed by a tinny voice shouting "PACKAGE, FOR MISS ECROTE!" Pektil tumbled backwards, rolling under the table.

"I, uh," Sommer rasped, dancing nervously in place for a moment before she dashed for the door. He heard a muffled exchange before she hurried through the room, hauling a big square cardboard box awkwardly by the corner.

"Do you want me to.." Pektil began.

"No, I 'ot it" Sommer said out of the corner of her mouth, dropping the box and opening one of the big double doors. She pushed the box through and then slipped behind it, closing the door after her.

Pektil took the opportunity to finish cleaning and putting the leftover stew away, and Sommer reappeared just as he was finishing up, pulling some blankets behind her. "It's fine if you stay, she said, we can pile up some of these cushions to make you a bed, and I brought you a sheet and some blankets. She rapidly pulled some of the big round pillows - much larger in diameter than Pektil was tall, into a little nest, draping the sheets and blankets expertly on top of them. "The door behind you is the guest bathroom, uh, thanks for everything." She dropped a little brown pouch that clinked onto the bar, and rapidly disappeared back through the heavy wooden doors.
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No. 343969 ID: c71597

>>343967
Get a sleeping area set up, be sure to thank her a lot for everything she has done for you and then prepare to sleep. Although sleep might be hard to come by since it might be a bit tricky to get used to your now vastly larger equipment, probably going to have to twist and turn quite a bit before you're comfortable enough to sleep.
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No. 343970 ID: 28e0ce

>>343967
Peeking on a psychic is a terrible idea. Do it.
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No. 343993 ID: 1854db

>>343970
Peek on *what*? She doesn't wear any clothes.

Anyway we really really don't want to piss off the lady who's giving us a place to stay and hasn't actually paid us yet.

So I think we should go familiarize ourselves with the guest bathroom. Brush yo' teeth!
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No. 344014 ID: 2f2e17

He is SUCH a ladies man.

You probabally don't want to piss off the only person here who has shown us kindness. Just go to sleep and dream of avenging your parents, little furry Batman.
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No. 344021 ID: 66588f
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344021

Man, Pektil didn't even know what the fuck.
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No. 344130 ID: 43d730

Thus, empathic arousal overflow from the other room.
SHENANIGANS.
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No. 344148 ID: 1854db

There is a perfectly logical explanation of course. Dildos are used as a form of currency. So she could be investing. Sortof like buying gold coins. Dildo-shaped gold coins.
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No. 344166 ID: ec0bf5

>>344021
She thought it was a box of dragon dildos, because that is exactly what she had ordered. Through this weakness she brought it into her house. Little did she realize her paycheck wasn't due until the following day. The malevolent yet nice white box sat there tastefully and despite the fragile containment around it Pektil couldn't help but notice that the corrugated ridges in the cardboard were very aesthetically pleasing in their spacing, and the handwritten label on the box was in a very nice shade of crayon. He then got confused as to why he was admiring a box full of dicks and backed away from it, feeling a bit emasculated.
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No. 344191 ID: 8092e6

go into her room and sex her up.
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No. 344223 ID: 7be767

>>344166 The box is in her room. Pektil can't access it.

Pektil realized with some embarrassment that he was sporting a bit of an erection, so he decided to wander around a bit instead of going straight to bed. He picked up the pouch of coins from the bar and added it to his bookbag, giving him a grand total of 280 coins.

He also decided to check out the bathroom. It was simple and clean inside. Gray stone walls, a blue tile floor, and a dim light fixture that came on automatically when he entered. The toilet was some kind of weird-looking urinal type thing into the floor with a shiny metal flush pedal near the front. Some shower heads were set into one corner where the floor was slightly concave and pierced by a drain. A long mirror dominated the wall opposite the shower wall, interrupted by a wide, low sink and there was a door to the left of where he entered. The toilet was pretty easy for Pektil to manage - it was like pooping in the underground streams of his homeworld, but he didn't have a toothbrush or anything so he just ate some toothpaste that was in a dispenser next to the sink.

He peeked into the closet. There were towels hanging on a rack, and a big brown box of dragon dildoes. Pektil didn't know what the fuck.

He wandered around a little more, even gently pressing on the handle on one of the big double doors, but it was apparently locked.

He cozied down into the pile of cushions and blankets, and soon was fast asleep.


****

He woke up, stretched his tiny arms and yawned. The scene on the big screens had changed to a sunrise over the broken desert mesas, an orange glow suffusing the morning air.

He crawled out of the comfortable pile of cusions, smoothing down his robe and picking up his backpack.

There was leftover stew in the fridge and no sign of Sommer. He wasn't sure if he should do anything or just go. Maybe the mechanic's job was still available.
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No. 344225 ID: c71597

>>344223
Gently knock on her door to see if she's up. Wouldn't be nice to just leave before saying good bye and stuff.
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No. 344226 ID: ec0bf5

Write a note saying that you're going to the mechanic's shop to look for a job and that if she ever needs anything else from you to look for you there. Then go off to the mechanic's shop and do just that.
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No. 344230 ID: 66588f
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344230

Some prick locked the door from the inside, so, having nothing better to do, Pektil decided to practice the one hobby he truly called his own.
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No. 344250 ID: 1a6ff0

>>344230 Keep in mind - you are supposed to be illustrating the scene as it happened and adding in any details you want, or illustrating something that is a logical extension of the update, not hijacking the update entirely. Although it pains me, I must ignore your excellent image.

Pektil briefly considered balancing bowls, but then remembered the bowls were basically shaped like dog bowls, and also remembered that this would be extremely silly. Still, it was an entertaining mental image for him to hold closely as he prepared for his day. :<

He knocked gently on Sommer's door once, but there wasn't a reply. Taking out his crayon, he scrawled a message on a paper towel talking about the job as a mechanics assistant, and if she ever needed anything that's where he'd hopefully be. He placed it carefully on the counter and then left the apartment. He heard the door lock automatically behind him.

He wandered out of the apartment and out onto the red brick path. The light was exactly the same as it had been when he'd entered, shining from some unknown source and casting minimal shadows.

He made his way down the nearest escalator, and asked the nearest information booth how to get to the big door that said "MACHINE" where he could get work as a mechanic's assistant. Surprisingly, this worked just fine and soon enough, after an elevator ride and a bit of walking, he was back with the flickering lights and bare plaster halls, in front of the big metal door labeled "MACHINE."

He looked down the dark hallway past the Public Area sign, remembering his encounter with Hacke. He knocked quickly on the door and heard a mechanical click. A muffled voice invited him inside.

He opened the door slowly, edging his way into the dim interior. The floor was bare concrete, and bright spotlights on long cables hung down from the murky darkness overhead. Grease and oil stained the concrete, and vast engines towered out of the gloom like ships parting water, rumbling, churning, gears and pistons larger than his body noisily accomplishing their tasks, vast belts spinning, huge, shuddering hoses and wires spooled out over the floor. It was surprisingly quiet. Perhaps because the room was so large, and the engines so widely-spaced... Pektil didn't really know. He was standing, staring in wide-eyed amazement. His mien didn't change when the creature approached him out of the gloom.

She was female, and naked, what little flesh remained. Her legs were gleaming steel, terminating in heavy metal hooves. Her right arm, mechanical from the shoulder down, resembled a human arm. Her left arm was a mass of twisting metal tentacles and arms ending in lights, saws, sparking apparatuses, and other devices the purpose of which he'd rather not contemplate. Instead of a face, she had a blank, metal plate with a grille set in the direct center, with four small lights set around the perimeter. Hoses, wires, and assorted machinery studded the rest of her bald head. He could see rubber ports under her ribcage that hissed rhythmically with the rising and falling of her chest, and thick pipes snaked in heavy loops from her back.

Her skin was angry and red where it attached to her mechanical parts, and pale as a corpse everywhere else. She walked toward him with a slow, heavy stride, her hips swaying as she lifted her leg, her metal hoof slamming into the concrete as she put it down again.

The voice from the grille was tinny and warbled. "Welcome. I imagine you are here for the assistant's job. I am Elinore Priesmyer. You may call me 'Miss Priesmyer.' What qualifies you for a position as my assistant?"
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No. 344253 ID: 07416a

>>344250
Dexterous hands and the ability to fit in small spaces.
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No. 344267 ID: 1854db

>>344250
...something tells me we might not actually be qualified. Apologize if that's the case and she needs someone with familiarity with machines.
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No. 344300 ID: 60d609

"I've got dexterous hands and I can fit in small places," Pektil said. Her mechanical hands slapped onto her hips with a meaty thump, and she bent forward at the waist, lowering her 5'9 3/4" frame down to eye level with him, even though her blank metal face had no eyes.

"Miss Preismyer," she said, her mechanical voice buzzing with static.

"What?" Pektil said, trying not to stare at her boobs.

"You should have said 'I have dexterous hands and can fit in small places, Miss Preismyer,'" She replied, voice squealing with distortion.

Her face, if you could call it that, was very close to his, and he could see flakes of rust fall out of the metal grating in front of the speaker set in the direct center of the gently curved piece of metal bolted to the front of her head.

"Oh, uh... I have dexterous hands and can fit in small places, Miss Preismyer?" He hoped that was right.

She rotated back into an upright position with a jerk, a hiss of steam from somewhere near her shoulder blades. The breathing ports on her torso exhaled in what was perhaps meant to be a sigh.

"The pay is five coins an hour, although I can also pay in inches, and I expect you to work at least six hours continuously in any given twenty hour period." Pektil found himself staring at her naked flesh. It was shiny with oil, or maybe sweat, and her body was utterly hairless. Standing there, hands and tendrils on hips, legs splayed, he could see the inner lips of her vagina. Those and her nipples were slightly pink, not angry red like the areas around her implants, or corpse white like the rest of her skin.

"I expect you to be here at least six periods continuously, with a fourty hour break in between at your option," she continued, her voice alternately warbling with distortion or shot through with static. Pektil continued to stare at her crotch. The lips were open ever so slightly. He could almost see inside.

"Well?" She asked, stomping a metal hoof loudly against the concret, "Do you want the position?"
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No. 344303 ID: c71597

>>344300
Tell her that you will take it! And you will do your best and certainly won't disappoint her and be thrown out and have to do porno in some seedy dump.
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No. 344306 ID: 1854db

>>344300
Well the pay is kindof crap but we can learn things doing this job, and we can work for longer than 6 hours a day if we want to anyway. ...wait, what about meal breaks? And bathroom breaks?

Be sure to end what you say with 'Miss Preismyer' aaaaaand maybe stop staring directly at her vag.
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No. 344307 ID: 28e0ce

Yes, miss Preismyer. Then ask about the inches thing.
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No. 344311 ID: 66588f

Five coins an hour? Fuck that, we can get more by doing people's errands and shit. We even got free dinner and a place to stay last night.

Let's go find a, you know, job agency or something. Or maybe there'll be some fliers. Whatever.
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No. 344316 ID: 3fd4fb

>>344300
Stop staring, Pektil. I mean, come on. Her attributes aren't that unique.

The working hours sound reasonable, but five coins an hour seems rather low. We've gotten 280 coins basically just wandering around for a day or so, and we're looking at only +30 per work period at that rate of pay. I'd hope for more like twice that much.
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No. 344319 ID: 1854db

>>344307
'inches' is the alternate currency of dildos.
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No. 344327 ID: c7b6c2

Stop staring, little guy.

You know, I'm not liking the terms of this job. It's for a long period of time (I assume), and honestly we don't have that kind of attention span or commitment to do something like that. The pay is shit, too. She's also going to end up doing something horrible to poor Pektil.

You know, suddenly I feel bad about stealing those coins from Sommer. I bet that's going to come back to bite us in the ass.
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No. 344330 ID: 6b6016

>>344311
Dude, Pektil is an unskilled worker who only knows how to catch and cook grubs.

He's better off taking the job and learning a thing or two about being an actual mechanic. Besides, its not like he can't do odd jobs whenever he's off work.

I say take the job. It'll help to have some income going in now that you're staying in the Sex Mall. You've gotta pay for food and a place to sleep after all.
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No. 344920 ID: 383006

>>344806 Please draw images in something simulating crayon

>>344615 I pretty much can't use this for a variety of reasons. Try to keep things at least appropriate to the location. For example, this isn't a store and the doors are locked.

Pektil was on the fence about the job, but in the end he decided to go for it. "I'll take it, Miss Preismyer," he said, trying to stop peering at her vagina, even though it was right freaking there. He'd never really gotten a good look at one before, but he figured she might catch on if he kept staring. She was probably looking at him from somewhere. Wherever her eyes were. Maybe her butt. Or her boobs. He decided to inspect them closely for cameras.

"Good. You will begin immediately. Follow," With that, she turned sharply on one hoof and sashayed deeper among the shadows and clanking engines. Pektil scurried behind her.

She didn't speak as they walked, but her speaker produced some tinny, haunting music to accompany them. She would stop in front of a machine and adjust a bolt or a belt. Sometimes, she would ask Pektil to crawl underneath a mass of pipes or juddering steel plate and tell her what he saw. It was cool and dark inside the machine area, and the only sounds were the quiet rumbling of the engines and the mostly inorganic sounds that came from Miss Preismyer from time to time. Pektil realized he'd missed breakfast, but Miss Preismyer didn't really seem to slow down. Not that it mattered - the work wasn't particularly strenuous, and most of the time he was just standing around, watching her work.

"You may take a break, up to one hour, if necessary," she said. Pektil noticed they were near a wall - blank concrete interrupted with vents and massive, rusted pipes that disappeared into the obscuring darkness overhead. There was another metal door, very much like the one he'd entered. It opened up into a public restroom and he could see mall outside.
"Meet back here," her voice chased him out of the gloom and into the bright light of the mall proper.
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No. 344921 ID: 1854db

>>344920
Let's get some grub! How about we go back to that place we ate before, that was pleasant.
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No. 344924 ID: 43d730

>>344921
Forget not to ask for no special ingredients this time.
See how the effects interact.
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No. 344925 ID: c71597

>>344920
Time for food! Lets try some new place to widen your horizons and stuff.
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No. 344933 ID: 630d1f

That blue and green nevrean was outside the restroom, attempting to stay inconspicuous and seeming to be waiting for something.
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No. 344943 ID: 1854db

>>344924
We already know! He'd become a hermaphrodite, because the dick never goes away.
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No. 345112 ID: 31a27f

>>344920

Well primarily you'll want some food, because that's what all mechanic's assistants need to get on with their day. Though make sure you don't buy anything weird. Check and check the ingredients.

Also, get some adorable overalls and goggles for your new job, if you have the time and money.
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No. 345115 ID: 31a27f
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345115

>>345112

Derp.
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No. 345146 ID: 400170

Outside, an unseen predator lurked on the ceiling and walls, a pair of binoculars in its hand and a plastic belt around its waist. It avoided people mostly, the invisible synx not in the mood for trouble.
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No. 345313 ID: d42597

Eat at the place you did before, no special ingredients, and think about Sommer. Make sure you remember where she lives.
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No. 346028 ID: 126c09

Food! Pektil thought about going down to that other place he went that one time. He wasn't sure how far away he was from there though, or really where he was. He steppped out through the bathroom door into a brightly-lit Mall area lined with shops. There was a food court nearby.

That blue and green nevrean was outside the restroom, attempting to stay inconspicuous and seeming to be waiting for something. Further away, an unseen predator lurked on the ceiling and walls, a pair of binoculars in its hand and a plastic belt around its waist. It avoided people mostly, the invisible synx not in the mood for trouble.

Pektil had more pressing matters, though. He saw a tiny person clothing store and grabbed some overalls. Not only would his dick stop hanging out under his robes, it would probably be much safer than a long, flowing garment around all that huge, quickly-moving machinery. He grabbed some goggles too - they'd probably protect him from debris and dust.

Pektil wasn't sure if he should try to get something where he was, or try to find that club district and get to that other restaurant. He was pretty sure he remembered Sommer's house number, though.

The food court was fairly busy here, although there were plenty of carts and booths and the lines looked like they moved quickly. He needed to decide which way to head, it wouldn't do to be late back to work!
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No. 346030 ID: c71597

>>346028
Get food here immediatly and then impress your boss by being back to work way faster then the time she set for you. Get something that's quick and easy to eat. Like a kebabroll or something like that.
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No. 346032 ID: 1854db

>>346028
We'd better just get something here if we aren't in the club district. As for what to get... follow your nose!
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No. 346049 ID: 9d2760

Eat something alive. Get a feel for this whole vore thing.
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No. 346057 ID: 126c09

Pektil decided to just grab something quick - he thrust himself into the delightful smells of sizzling meats and baking pastries, and realized how hungry he really was. For a moment he considered getting something alive, but honestly the vore thing really creeped him out. He decided he'd just grab a dick-shaped cinnamon roll instead, making sure it didn't have any special ingredients first. After his purchases, he had 203 coins left.

He'd be back real quick, with his new little uniform and everything!

He stuffed his face with sweet, fluffy pastry and dashed back into the public bathroom, past the colorful bird guy, and was licking the last of the creamy icing from his fingers when he opened the big metal door marked MACHINE and returned to the gloom and thrumming engines and smells of metal and oil.

Miss Preismyer was standing unnaturally still. Silent in the darkness, Pektil hadn't noticed her until his eyes adjusted to the gloom. She turned on one hoof in a single, fluid motion to face him, slamming her other hoof into the concrete to stop her rotation.

"Well," her speaker squealed, "Don't you just look like a professional?" She bent sharply at the waist with a pnuematic hiss, "You deserve a promotion."

>>345115

One of her long metal tentacles withdrew a pocket watch from somewhere, A round, heavy thing about the size of Pektil's hand, she dropped it into his open palm. It was heavy and shone dully in the dim light, and Pektil could hear it ticking - deep, heavy clicks that accompanied the slight vibrations chasing through the body. The chain snaked in between his fingers, trailing down almost to the floor with a sibilant hiss.

"Now you are a mechanic's assistant, first class. The pay is the same and there are no additional benefits, but you can keep that pocket watch," She said, turning sharply again. "Now back to work." She sauntered into the darkness, and Pektil slipped the pocket watch into the big front pocket on his coveralls and scurried after her.

The ghostly, warbling music resumed and they continued to work. More machines, more gloom, more work. As they finished tightening a belt on a giant, rumbling device, the music from Miss Preismyer's speaker stopped and she turned to Pektil. "It has been six hours. I can give you your pay for the day if you would like, and leave to you your business. You are probably hungry." Pektil guessed he kind of was. The dick-shaped cinnamon roll was pretty big, but still. "I will expect you back tomorrow. Also, if you could leave an address or a contact number, that would be useful to me." Her sentence ended with a loud burst of static.
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No. 346065 ID: c71597

>>346057
Tell her that you don't really have anywhere to stay at the moment and you would be happy if she could recomend a place. Other than that thank her for hiring you and promise that you will be back tomorrow.

If she can't recomend a place then you could probably head back to the Vore club and see if Sommer would let you stay again in return for being her hands.
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No. 346082 ID: d42597

Don't tell her where Sommer lives, however keep in mind that will probably be where you will stay. Thank your boss again for the job before leaving.

Ask Sommer permission to stay again and ask her if you are allowed to tell the person you work for if you can use her place as your address.

If her work is over, or if she has back at the place, then ask her if you can cook with her again later. She seems like someone you can trust.
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No. 346272 ID: ec0bf5

As Pektil was getting ready to leave, a grey creature burst into the shop, hobbling along on three legs. It was a little taller that Pektil, but longer to the point where it was probably the size of one of the medium-sized races from head to tail. It looked a bit like a snake with three mechanical legs and two mechanical arms, and a big black helmet with red eyes covering its head. Its little arms were full, holding its back right leg and a vibrating dildo, presumably as payment, Pektil thought.

"The multitool you sold me, ma'am, it doesn't work! It- it's... defective or something!" she said in an upset female voice. "What are you..." starts Miss Preismyer, confused, before the drone flips on her back and starts doing something with the leg and the dildo. She holds the leg up against a protrusion on her lower body, presumably where the leg belongs, turns on the dildo, and starts rubbing it around on herself there frantically and, to anybody but her, quite suggestively. A few distressed moans later, with nothing different with the leg, she shouts "SEE! Ma'am, it's not letting me repair the connections with my leg, it's just... messing with my senses or something, it feels really... weird." (of course it did, Pektil thought, she was just rubbing a vibrating dildo against her crotch) "I... I demand a new one that works!" she shouted, waving the dildo around to Miss Preismyer's confusion.
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No. 346297 ID: 1854db

>>346272
It's not a shop. It's like, the place where all the heavy machinery does work behind the scenes or something? Atmosphere regulators, power generators, that sort of thing I imagine.
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No. 346329 ID: 0db2fd

"Well, I'm not really living anywhere at the moment," Pektil said. He decided not to mention Sommer at all. He'd think about whether or not he was going to go check Last Whisper for her once he got off work.

Miss Preismyer spread her legs and bent down at the waist like a gymnast, lowering her grille close to Pektil's face. She reached out with her right arm, placing her index finger under his chin and rubbing her thumb against the side of his jaw. He heard pressure plates depress in her fingers with little audible clicks. Her speaker made a horrible squeal that caused him to flinch. It took him a second to realize she was attempting one of those thoughtful hums and failing miserably.

"I can rent you a place," She said slowly in her staticky, distorted voice, "Five coins a night, with a sink, toilet, mirror, shower and lockbox."

She jerked rapidly upright, face snapping to the left and hips swiveling elegantly to place her right hoof behind her with a clank.

a grey creature scurried out of the gloom, hobbling along on three legs. It was a little taller that Pektil, but longer to the point where it was probably the size of one of the medium-sized races from head to tail. It looked a bit like a snake with three mechanical legs and two mechanical arms, and a big black helmet with red eyes covering its head. Its little arms were full, holding its back right leg and a vibrating dildo, presumably as payment, Pektil thought.

"The multitool you sold me, ma'am, it doesn't work! It- it's... defective or something!" she said in an upset female voice. "What are you..." started Miss Preismyer, confused, before the drone flipped on her back and started doing something with the leg and the dildo. She held the leg up against a protrusion on her lower body, presumably where the leg belonged, turned on the dildo, and started rubbing it around on herself there frantically and, to anybody but her, quite suggestively. A few distressed moans later, with nothing different with the leg, she shouted "SEE! Ma'am, it's not letting me repair the connections with my leg, it's just... messing with my senses or something, it feels really... weird." (of course it did, Pektil thought, she was just rubbing a vibrating dildo against her crotch) "I... I demand a new one that works!" she shouted, waving the dildo around to Miss Preismyer's confusion.

Miss Preismyer rapidly regained her composure. "That is a multifunction dildo, I do not sell things, and this is not a store," She said.

"A what?" the creature shouted in confusion.

"How did you get in here anyway?" She said, turning toward the creature. "I can deal with this Pektil, you're free to go," she gestured behind her with a mass of metal tentacles, waving him Mallward, "Just come back if you would like a room."
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No. 346336 ID: c71597

>>346329
It's a pretty good offer for the room, and it should make sure you're on time for the work. You should take it, you can find something better later on. And you could go to the last whisper and tell Sommer, so she doesn't start to worry or anything, not that she's likely to, but she's just about your only friend here so you should tell her and also possibly help her out free of charge if she needs it, since she's your friend and stuff.
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No. 346388 ID: 1854db

Alright good. We'll be back later for that later then.

Man that's a cheap price for a place to stay, even though it has no bed or any chairs or anything. We'll want to get a sleeping bag or something and maybe a folding chair.

Let's go find a map and see if we can locate Sommer's workplace again. We have a watch now, so she can tell us how her schedule works. Then we'll know when she's available to hang out with! Oh, before that, we should get a notepad so we can write important stuff down in it.
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No. 346448 ID: 383006

Pektil walked until he found the giant concrete wall that disappeared into darkness, then walked along it until he found a door. Exiting, the bright light of the mall proper was glaring after hours in the gloom of the backworks.

Pektil realized that the room Miss Preismyer offered was a pretty good deal. He'd have to seriously consider it at some point. But first, he had a friend, a single friend in the whole wide world, and her name was Sommer. He went to the closest information booth and asked where Last Whisper was. Seems like they didn't do maps here so much as remembering what the names of things were. Also, he picked up a dick-shaped sketch pad and a dick shaped penicil for a coin. It was a pretty good deal, he figured. The tit shaped ones with "real feel" nipples were twice that much. What the fuck was a "real feel" nipple anyway?

He took the directions to Last Whisper and headed down there post haste. The darkness, dance and party was going full force when he arrived, just like the first time he'd set foot on this floor. He quickly made his way to Last Whisper. Sommer wasn't there! A blue snake with shiny gold frills flicked her tongue at him as he approached. "Ssssomer hassssn't sssshowed up today. I had to fill in." She lisped. "I'd love to eat you up if you want to go insssside," she whispered as he sighed.
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No. 346456 ID: c7b6c2

"HAHA UH THANKS BUT I HAVE TO DO AND GO TO THE THINGS AND I HAVE TO DO GO BYE."

Go visit Sommer's house.
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No. 346459 ID: 895fe6

That doesn't sound like much fun. Ask her if she can make it sound more fun. If she can't, ask her if she thinks Sommer will be in today at all or if it's a sick day or vacation or something.
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No. 346468 ID: 1854db

>>346448
That's worrying! Let's go check on her at her apartment. Also tell the snake you don't want to die, so no thanks.
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No. 346534 ID: 3e481a

>>346448

Chuckle playfully, and politely decline. Say that you 'might take a raincheck on that.' The last one got all pissy when you said no, and this one might have some magic powers to kill you with, since she's a bouncer.

Go to Sommer's house, but don't act like a stalky rapist about it. Knock on the door and say you have some cool news, like that you got a job or something. That was you can avoid her knowing obviously that you just wanted to stay the night.
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No. 346557 ID: c71597

>>346448
Say thanks but no thanks, ask if she gave any reason. Then go check up on her, preferably without seeming like some creepy stalker.
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No. 346561 ID: d42597

Creepy stalker? I think Sommer would love to know someone actually wants to see her. I see nothing creepy about trying to find out where she is! Hell if anything we should be worried about her, she isn't at work!

Ask it if it knows anything about Sommer, not just where she is, but anything about her. What she might like and what places she likes to go.

Also ask why, when you are trying to do things and are happy with your life, you'd consent to death? Unless he had ideas that didn't involve his permanent death why would you consent?
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No. 346692 ID: a9f83c

Pektil laughed in what he hoped was a somewhat convincing and not obviously terrified manner, and told the bouncer that he'd have to say no for now. "Sssssshame," she hissed, "you look delicioussss."

Pektil decided that his best bet was to quickly change the subject away from any gustatory qualities he might possess, so he asked if she's seen Sommer, or if this was a vacation day or something. "No," the snake said, looking at him more intently with her round, unblinking eyes, "Thissss issssn't like her, either. Ssssshe never called in or anything, I had to ssssshow up at the lassssst minute."

"What do you know about her?" Pektil asked. he'd determined that he was going to go see if she was OK, but it couldn't hurt to get a little background first. Pektil also noticed that there really weren't many people around. Far fewer than when he'd been here the "day" before.

"Ssssshe'ssss been here longer than I have," she said, seemingly pleased to have something to occupy her time with, "Sssssshe mosssstly keepsss to hersssself. Very professsssional I underssssstand sssshe ussssed to involve herssself with clientsssss here, but there wassss ssssome isssue that made her sssstop," she flicked her tongue in Pektil's direction, "Can't imagine why."

Pektil decided he'd better go check on Sommer. He made his way back to the cheery brownstone row. He walked quickly past the trees and cheery flowerbeds and bounded up the steps to the numbered building he'd remembered. He scurried down the hall, up the stairs and tried the handle to her door. It was locked. He knocked on the door and there was no reply.

Numbered suggestions or drawn images regarding Sommer will be ignored.
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No. 346695 ID: 1b448c
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346695

>>346692

Peek through the letter slot, if there is one. If you see nothing, and get no response from door-knocking, maybe you had better leave. Take up Miss Presmyer's offer for the night, and come back after work tomorrow.

For all you know, Sommer could be lying in her bed, feeling very ill, and she may need her rest.
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No. 346698 ID: 5f3831

While Pektil is being a theiving burglar concerned friend, someone is looking at him through a low peep-slot in the door on the opposite side of the hall.
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No. 346737 ID: 8092e6

>>346692
find a window, crash through the window scream I'M HERE TO SAVE YOU SOMMER.
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No. 346744 ID: 1854db

Uh, there probably isn't a window.

But you could try calling out to her. Ask if she's alright.
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No. 346776 ID: c71597

>>346692
Check through the mail slot to see if you can see anything of the insides. If nothing about Sommers whereabouts is reveled then you could try to go to the supervisor and get him to open the door for you.
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No. 346987 ID: 383006

Pektil's immediate thought was to crash through a window and rescue Sommer. It would have been totally awesome if there were any windows to crash through, but there weren't. He shouted her name a couple times and knocked on the door again, but there was no reply. He decided to have a peep through the mail slot. Utilizing his tiny hands and face, he lifted the heavy copper shutter and had a glance inside. The room looked exactly as he'd left it - exactly. The sheets were still in a state of disarray and the cushions hadn't been moved. He could barely make out the closed double doors that probably lead to Sommer's room, unmoved, he guessed, since the night before.

While Pektil was being a thieving burglar concerned friend, someone was looking at him through a low peep-slot in the door on the opposite side of the hall. He remained oblivious, however.

He decided that maybe he'd go check the supervisor or something to see if he couldn't maybe get the door open. He walked down the long hallway, further away from the mall proper, until he reached a door with no mail slot or peephole that had a little bronze plaque labeled "supervisor." He had no idea what kind of creature waited for him behind it.

[Make up some potential Supervisors. Go fucking nuts! Just remember to put a number in the "SUBJECT" field for me.]
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No. 346993 ID: 3b202e

rainbow coloured lorcke dominatrix in latex with four tits, can't really come up with a name tho
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No. 346996 ID: a83de5

The supervisors are Shyens. Monster-kins, Behemoth breed.
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No. 346998 ID: ca6975

ALien bug robot thing I dunno
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No. 347004 ID: 8092e6

sexy lizard chick with all the frills.
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No. 347011 ID: a2fa74

A half-succubus quarter-displacerbeast quarter-blinkdog whose senses are mixed up so proprioception is like fun sexytime touching.
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No. 347013 ID: ec0bf5

Behind the door was... a robot? It looked like a robotic bug, with four legs and a pair of arms, with color changing eyes, a set of mandibles, and two pointy antennae. SARU-601 had taken the job as a part-time employment from her long boring career as overseer on a base where nothing ever happened (except that one time, though her boss says she's not allowed to talk about it quite yet). Though she'd never say it, she was forever grateful to one of the mall's roboticists for the parts enabling her to feel... something she hadn't felt in so many years. Her eyes were a bright purple just thinking about it when Pektil knocked on the door.
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No. 347017 ID: 1854db

>>346987
The supervisor was... nothing. A visible emptiness that Pektil's brain attempted to fill with color matching the space around it, like a blind spot. It spoke by muting background noise selectively, so that the leftover noise resembled speech enough to convey meaning. It was capable of generating white noise at will when the background was too soft or not fitting for its purposes. Perhaps it was carrying a generator or something somewhere in that unseeable form, presumably where it kept its pockets.
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No. 347024 ID: 400170

>>346987
No, Tangle Moth Monster-kin.
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No. 347051 ID: c7b6c2

Immediately after Pektil knocked on the door, he was knocked over by a grey-white blur that burst from the door with a great, resounding cry of "NORTHERN SERGAL!"
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No. 347053 ID: 6f1d54
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347053

Hello, my name is Steve, and I'll be your supervisor for today.
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No. 347073 ID: c57663

>>347017
I have no idea how anyone would ever be able to draw this.

>>347051Supporting this.
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No. 347082 ID: c71597

>>347051
Yes! This quest has been lacking in northern sergals so far, now is the time to remedy that.
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No. 347084 ID: 383006

I'm rollin' dice
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No. 347161 ID: 383006

Pektil knocked on the door. It swung open slowly, and he saw glowing eyes in the gloom of what appeared to be a supply closet with a desk stuffed in it. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw huge, leathery purple wings folded behind the figure. She had tall, pointed ears and a face that was somewhere between a dog and a cat. Sort of long, but widish with red, forward-facing eyes. She was covered in a short coat of fur, mottled yellow and shiny blue-black. She stood, slender arms, long, clawed hands and six small, perky breasts visible as she rose from behind the desk. Two tentacles, their broad, spade-shaped ends covered in pink, fleshy suckers swayed drunkenly in the air behind her.

She pressed her palms onto the desk, leaning forward over it toward Pektil. "Come in," she said, her voice smooth and liquid, "what can I do for you?" She slowly licked her lips with her broad tongue. Pektil noticed a plaque on her desk that said "Opal Ivey" in raised letters.
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No. 347162 ID: 1854db

>>347073
It's not hard to draw. Really fucking easy, in fact. Just make sure there's some details in the background, and draw him in as a solid matching color, obscuring the details in an obvious manner. It would be most visible in front of patterned wallpaper, like polkadots.

Alternatively you could draw him as a migraine marker. Sortof swirly chaotic bits inside the 'blank' space. The main idea is to convey that the brain doesn't get any information from the space he's occupying. Not even darkness. So it tries to fill it in.
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No. 347163 ID: c57663

>>347162
well that's not something anyone's going to have to think about now, anyway
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No. 347164 ID: 1854db

>>347161
Say that you're worried about your friend Sommer who lives here. She didn't show up for work or call in, and she's not answering the door. You're sure she's still home because it's still a mess inside from when you left this morning.

Don't bother avoiding the implication that you were having sex. Just calling her a friend would be enough I think, and around here people don't seem to give a shit about sex anyway.
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No. 347177 ID: c7b6c2

"I need to find my friend Sommer. I met her at the Last Whisper BUT NOT IN THE WAY THAT YOU'D THINK OKAY? She's so nice, though. Even let me stay the night BUT I SWEAR NOTHING HAPPENED."
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No. 347185 ID: 07416a

>>347161
One of your friends received a suspicious package and then didn't show up to work the next day, an unheard of occurrence. You're worried about her.
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No. 348370 ID: 7be767

"Well, uh," Pektil said, noticing the predatory gleam in her eyes, "I'm worried about my friend Sommer who lives down the hall. She didn't show up for work or anything and she didn't answer the door. She got this package and I don't think she's left her room."

"And what kind of friends are you, exactly?" She said, fluttering her eyelids.

"We met at Last Whisper but not in a gross way I didn't even go inside! She's super nice but nothing happened and I'm worried about her!"

Opal began to climb towards Pekil, over her desk, glowing red eyes half closed. "So, what are you going to do to convince me to open her door?" her voice was pregnant with promises Pektil wasn't entirely certain he was comfortable with. "I think I need some convincing," she purred. She was crouched on the desk now, leaning over Pektil's upturned face. He could see her tail drifting slowly left and right behind her shoulders, the two fleshy tentacles flexing, poised above and behind her head. Her ears were fixed forward, and she ran her tongue along her white, shiny teeth and purred.
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No. 348374 ID: 8092e6

>>348370
show her your giant mok cock. see if she likes that.
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No. 348380 ID: 3bd8ec

>>348370
Ask her what exactly she wants, I guess... ?
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No. 348381 ID: 1854db

>>348370
Tell her you're not really good at sex if that's what she wants. Maybe you could offer to work for her for a little while for free instead? Or just pay her some money? We still have some of that.
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No. 348382 ID: d4ffb6

>>348370
Ask her why she thinks you'd ever volunteer to be eaten if you had plans that very much required you staying alive and uneaten. Failing that, hope by some mystery the tozol from before shows up. And decides to wreck shit that isn't you.
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No. 348387 ID: c2c011

>>348370
Offer hot but short dickings.
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No. 348411 ID: 383006

Remembering the shark snake, Pektil decided not to randomly agree to things "So what are you asking about exactly?"

"Do I really have to say it," she cooed, making a circle with her thumb and index finger, and sliding the finger of her other hand in and out.

"I intend on staying alive and uneaten, as I have plans that pretty much require that," Pektil said. It didn't pay to be vague around here, he guessed.

She licked her nose, glancing askance, "I- what? Oh, yeah, well, those euphemisms can sort of get mixed around here I suppose," she said. her voice was still smooth and liquid, but she was sitting up on the desk, tapping her chin with one claw, completely unconcerned by the six perky nipples on her chest. "Unless you were talking about the oral sex connotation there," she continued, "although I do have lots of teeth and-" she glanced back down at Pektil, "You're really taking all the romance out of my sultry seduction, you know."

Pektil coughed into one hand, "And also, I'm really terrible at sex. I could do some work or give you some money or something? Maybe?"

She swung around, dangling her legs over the front of the desk and revealing her pussy to him. The fur was matted and damp, a glistening trail leading down to the surface of the desk. "You really aren't selling yourself very well," she said, "And I do have some spare dildo change in the drawer..." she seemed to consider.

Pektil, seeing the opportunity to help Sommer begin to slip away, quickly unbuttoned his little coveralls and let them slide to the floor. He'd had a vaguely confused half-boner the whole time, and he gave his hips a flick, putting a little spin on it.

"Eh," she said, "It'll do," and suddenly she was on the floor next to him. "Gimme a kiss," she said, closing her eyes.

He leaned forward and was somewhat surprised when he fell through her, slamming into the corner of the desk. He leaned back in confusion, and felt a hand running through the fur on his cheek. Opal's hand appeared to be groping the empty air several feet to his left. He sort of leaned forward, looking at the image to his left, and bumped into her cheek? shoulder? He wasn't all to sure. Reaching forward blindly, he felt the unmistakable impression of a nipple brush against his palm, and saw her bottom middle titty depress. His boner got much, much weirder.

He felt claws gently trace the outline of his ribs, and saw Opal leaning toward him to his left, mouth slightly open. He tried to line up his face with where he thought she was going, and felt her lips press awkwardly against the side of his muzzle. She drug her broad, wet tongue across his cheek, matting the fur. He jumped slightly when he felt something thick and wet press against his member. He didn't know how much weirder his boner could get, so he desperately closed his eyes to keep from determining where her tentacles were. He also desperately pretended he couldn't feel the toothed ridges against his hips and abdomen.

She pushed him gently onto his back, and he was intimately aware of a completely different hot, slimy orifice pressing down around his meat. He felt himself losing control almost instantly, but he peeked to his right and saw Opal riding the empty air, groping it with claws and tentacles, then glance down at the wide, wet depressions moving across his fur, his cock slowly disappearing and reappearing as she rode him.

The complete fucking weirdness of the situation let him hold out for almost a whole minute before he blew his load into her invisible pussy.

Suddenly, the pressure was completely absent from his body, and glancing to his left, he could see her kneeling over what he suspected was his face. Something wet that smelled like slightly metallic musk dropped onto the end of his nose.

"That... is not going to work for me," she sighed in her throaty whisper, "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and don't stop till I say so."

About twenty minutes later, Pektil was trotting behind where he thought Opal was, really wishing he had something to drink. Or a stick of gum. You know, basically anything whatsoever. Also a shower. It wasn't so much the flavor that bothered him as it was the shame, really. He was pretty thoroughly slobbered on from before, and there were the ... other smells ... localized mostly in and around his mouth.

Opal walked slowly, blinking forward roughly 1d4 yards on occasion, so Pektil had to hurry to keep pace. When they got to Sommer's door, she stopped.

"Hmm. I feel something in there. Some extremely powerful psychic presence. I don't know, Pektil. I'll open it for you, but maybe we should call the authorities instead." She looked at him, mussing the fur on his head with a claw some four feet behind where it appeared to be. "It's your call, though," she said.
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No. 348415 ID: 1854db

>>348411
Powerful psychic presence? Sommer not leaving her room? She's trapped by something, probably whatever's in the box. Calling the authorities might work but we don't want the enforcers coming in here and jizzing up the place, along with scaring Sommer to death. Do they have like, psychic specialists that can handle this in a more subtle manner? Or we could just ask a Tozol for help, since they're psychically null.
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No. 348421 ID: c2c011

>>348411
The authorities seems like a rather unsubtle and probably unhelpful group. Tell her that you want to check things out yourself first before calling in the hyper donged security people.

Also thank her for hopefully teaching you something about sexxings and improving.
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No. 348471 ID: 3b202e

>>348411
don't call the authorities, the less we see of them the better
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No. 348485 ID: 07416a

>>348411
Uh, go in. Ask her to call the authorities if we don't come out in five minutes.
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No. 348543 ID: 383006

Pektil didn't think too much of the authorities. Powerful psychic presence? Feh. Pektil was so on top of that. "Open it up, toots. I got some superhero shit to handle." He swept his cape around his shoulders in a dramatic fashion. "If I'm not back in five minutes, call the cops."

"Some of your jizz is on your chin," she said, unlocking the door. Pektil slunk inside, wiping his chin with the back of his arm. Everything was just as he left it - pile of cushions and blankets, dirty bowls in the low sink, bathroom door opened just a crack. Pektil realized that he was extremely hungry, and grabbed a bowl of soup right quick before anything dangerous happened.

Pektil didn't feel anything particularly psychic, but he didn't have any powers or anything other than being a hero. He crept over to the two big wooden doors. He tried the handle. Locked. He knocked, calling Sommer's name, but there was no reply.

Leaning down, he pressed his ear to the dark wood. First, he noticed the smell. Shit, piss, and a heavy, sweaty musk. He retched, now vaguely upset that he'd just chosen to eat. vomiting all over Sommer's carpet would be pretty embarrassing. Breathing through his mouth and trying not to think about how smell was made out of little particles of stuff, he pressed his ear to the crack between the double doors again. He could vaguely hear some heavy, ragged breathing, but nothing else. Pektil wasn't sure exactly how to proceed.
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No. 348544 ID: 1854db

>>348543
...okay, the psychic presence hasn't even allowed her to go to the bathroom properly. You have no chance, Pektil. Definitely get some help.
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No. 348546 ID: ec0bf5

All right this is a super bad thing. We need to get somebody in with a robot to come in. A robot with weak AI would probably be immune to something like this. I wouldn't risk a sentient robot, it might still be affected.
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No. 348558 ID: 049dfa

What? No way. Sommer has basically been your only real friend since you got here, she's the only one who didn't try to get anything from you. She's already been in there all day, do you really want to ditch her now? 5 Minutes to get the authorities is 5 minutes she's still trapped in there. It's not even about being a hero at this point, it's about being a friend.

Bust your ass in there.
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No. 348573 ID: 0a404b

>>348543
go to the kitchen and look for a knife,hammer, thing to break the door down and try to help her. KEEP BEING THAT HERO. maybe use the penis pencil. then find out something DASTARDLY HAPPENED (the BOX IS FLOATING OMINOUSLY)
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No. 348639 ID: 07416a

>>348543
Yell at the door. Hope she comes out.
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No. 348660 ID: 8092e6

>>348543
wrap your head in some aluminum foil to block the psychics power and grab a weapon. get in there and fuck shit up
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No. 348661 ID: 1854db

SIGH. If we're going in there, wrap your face with a cloth or something so you don't have to smell quite as much of the stink.
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No. 348710 ID: c2c011

>>348543
Arm yourself and break down the mothafucking door. Which is going to be a bit tricky, but there should be some way to get it out of its frame or something. Oh, and you should probably call of the cops as well, but keep working at it while waiting for them.
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No. 348765 ID: dd4c5c

>>348660
yessssss foil hats are the ultimate in psychic defense.
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No. 348780 ID: d5f3cd

Pektil scurried into the kitchen. Time to be a big damn hero. He found a big kitchen knife, tied a towel around his face. As he was wrapping his head in tinfoil he heard Opal shout something about calling the Authorities. It was time to hurry, before legitimate help showed up!

He went back to the door and got to work. Because they were double doors and the hinges were just on the sides, Pektil could stick the thick blade of the knife in between the two doors and apply pressure. He wasn't very strong, but the internal doors weren't meant for security. It only took a few minutes of pressing against the doors and working the knife blade back and forth before he heard the distinctive sound of wood splintering and stumbled forward into the room. The room was large and dark, the only light coming from the door behind him and an open door on the wall to his left that he presumed lead to a bathroom. He could catch a bare hint of gleaming white tiles. The walls were painted dark red, and the floor was plush carpet. Through his kitchen rag he could smell the same stench - shit, piss, a heavy body odor musk - but it wasn't overpowering. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he made out a huge square bed that dominated most of the room. The mattress was a massive, thick square set on the floor, depressed in the middle and spilling blankets across the floor like a bloated carcass leaking blood. Following the path of the blankets down, he could pick out Sommer's shape laying sideways across the spilled blankets, the front half of her body obscured by the side of the door. He could see her haunches smeared with waste, her chest heaving.

He stepped further into the room, just barely seeing her paws wrapped around it, tongue lapping slowly at the side, strings of drool gleaming across the side, before his attention was completely and irrevocably locked onto it. A gleaming white cube, glowing softly, or maybe seeming to glow. Its lines were utterly perfect, its same more than unique, almost erotic. He wanted to touch it. He didn't remember walking across the floor, tripping over Sommer's limp back leg and crawling forward across her body but he remembered when the touched it. Smooth, so smooth. But the texture was more complex. No single word could describe it. Nothing could truly describe any part of it...


Cold, metal arms pulled him away. He felt himself struggling, flailing, reaching out and scratching. Screaming, he could hear himself screaming, hear Sommer howling in rage and pain, hear squealing machinery, feel blood pouring down his face. They were taking him away, away from it. He barely felt the sting of a needle before he lapsed into unconsciousness.

****

He could make out redness. A lattice of delicate veins running through the redness. A splitting headache. It was hard to think. The little veins were pretty, very pretty. Small into more smaller parts. Whose were they? His? Yeah, probably his. He guessed his eyes were closed. Could they even open? With some effort, he found they could, and a blinding white light consumed his vision. He brought an arm up to shield his eyes, surprised as it seemed to move gigantically into view. Green fur, three little fingers. He guessed it was his arm. It was hard to tell how far away it was. Could he touch it? No. You can't touch your own arm. A strange voice burbled in his ears as the fog began to lift and his vision adjust to the brightness. He couldn't really hear what it was saying at the moment, but he took the opportunity to glance around. He was somewhere warm, a little gray room with a big fluorescent light overhead. The walls were bisected by a shiny metal bar, white wallpaper underneath. There were some foggy shapes, cabinets or pictures or something on the far wall, and he could see a figure looming over him. He was a human, bald, wearing heavy gray robes. Metal knobs studded his scarred, bald head, and there was a tattoo of some kind of two headed bird with spread wings on his forehead. Long streamers of paper with heavy red wax seals adorned his robes and some of the studs on his head, and Pektil's vision focused on his bright blue eyes.

"Hello? are you awake?" the human said. His voice was slightly high, but not annoying. "You must be very confused. We've had to excise some of your memories, but as far as I understand you are currently perhaps fine, with perhaps maybe some lingering symptoms of the procedure. They'll wear off in time, don't concern yourself." Pektil could remember everything that happened, although he couldn't remember any of the details about the ... whatever it was that had him so obsessed.

"You must have some questions," the man said, sitting down in what Pektil assumed was a chair next to his bed.
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No. 348783 ID: 1854db

>>348780
Ask if Sommer is okay. And if you're in trouble.
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No. 348788 ID: c2c011

>>348780
Ask what the fuck just happened and if Sommer is ok.
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No. 348793 ID: dd4c5c

Ask what the fuck just happened and if you're in trouble.
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No. 348797 ID: 43d730

>>348783
>>348788
>>348793
Sommer, then what happened, then if you're in trouble.
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No. 348803 ID: 1fa603

Unbuckle your cute little suspenders and challenge him to a dick-waving contest!

Eedle eedle eedle.
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No. 348817 ID: 0a404b

definately ask about sommers first then ask where you are, maybe after that say your hungry
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No. 348841 ID: 07416a

>>348780
Ask him if you can get a little valve or something installed on your urethra so you can stop coming so quickly.
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No. 348863 ID: 383006

"Is Sommer OK?" Pektil asked, answering the look of confusion with "She's yellow and she was there too."

"Oh," his face lit up, "She's mostly fine I think. Mostly just dehydration and exhaustion. Some of the same brain symptoms. It's a little worse on her, being an empath and all."

"What happened anyway?" Pektil asked. He thought about undressing, but the feeling of cotton sheets rubbing against his dick and balls indicated to him that he was already naked.

"Well," the man began, looking toward the ceiling as if to gather his thoughts, "The yellow one, Sommer, you said?" he waved one hand idly as he spoke, flopping it around like a wounded bird, "she purchased something, we aren't sure where, and this thing is an extremely dangerous object of power." He placed a clammy finger against Pektil's forehead. "It gets inside your head, until you can think of nothing else. When she bought it, it was contained, and she obviously didn't know what it was," he paused.

"A hermagician arrived on the scene and determined the source of the threat. We sent some enforcers in who have no capacity for desire or emotion, so it was ineffective against them. They know neither joy nor sorrow. And, of course, I, being a sanctioned Psyker, preformed the necessary mental degradations." He laid the facts out in an even tone without inflection, counting the points off on his chubby fingers.

"I'm not in trouble, am I?" Pektil asked.

The man looked down at him again. At this point Pektil felt pretty OK. All of his senses seemed to be working properly and he mostly had motor control, although he did feel a little feeble and woozy.

"Oh, no. Of course, you had to pay for my services, but I've already deducted it. You're free to go."

Pektil started to get up, then thought of some more questions. "Hey, uh, any chance I could get some food?"

"Nope."

"What about a valve or something to keep me from coming too fast?"

"Psyker, not a surgeon," he said.

"Oh, where am I anyway?" Pektil asked, slipping nakedly out of the bed with the slightest of eedles.

"Ground floor," the man replied. "You pooped your britches, like, instantly. Unnecessarily, some would say. Most, actually, would say that. Not that you pooped your pants, everyone would say that. Most would say that it was unnecessary," He wiggled his chubby fingers and he continued to digress unnecessarily, "There's a gown for you in the little locker outside, as well as your bag and things. I think your little overalls are being laundered."

Pektil peeked out the door. He was in a flat gray hallway with more florescent lights, a big blue stripe bisecting the wall and matte gray floor. It smelled vaguely of cleaning agents and not much else. He saw lines of identical doors, with a biggish one marked "SHOWERS" a short way down the hall, and two wide double doors at one end that dimmed the chatter from whatever was behind it. There was a little locker outside of his room. He noticed other little lockers outside some of the other doors.
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No. 348866 ID: 063c28

Pektil.

You are now a nudist.
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No. 348868 ID: 07416a

>>348863
Say, aren't they usually chemgelded? Lucky hair wizard.
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No. 348879 ID: 1854db

>>348863
Had to pay for his services...? Oh dear. How much money did we just lose? Any way to check?

Get your gown and put it on, to hide your giant dick. Then ask if you can see Sommer.
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No. 349115 ID: 548b44

Pektil opened the little locker outside of his room. There was his backpack and cape, and a hospital gown. He decided to put on the gown. It felt pretty good - really let his ass breathe. He could always put his tunic back on, but the gown was pretty nice. White with little blue check-marky things. Real stylish.

Pektil wasn't sure what a hair wizard was or what chemgelding was but he figured that not having a sex drive would really only be an advantage if you had to work with the public in a place like this. That was a pretty random thought for him to have.

He checked his coins and found he had 153 of them left. "Hey, where's Sommer?" He shouted back into the room, "I wanna go check on her."

"Elevators are at the end of the hall," the man replied stepping out of the treatment room and pointing in the opposite direction of the noisy double doors, and then explained which room number Sommer's was. Pektil scurried down to the end of the hall, pressing the big shiny elevator call button more rapidly and frequently than was strictly necessary. He didn't really see anybody on the trip up to Sommer's floor. The doors were much larger and spaced further apart, and there was only a normal room door at the end of the hall, but it was otherwise identical. They must sort the floors based on the size of the patient - pretty logical considering the variety of creatures that probably ended up here.

He knocked a few times on the door the man had told him was Sommer's and he heard a weak voice tell him to come in. He struggled with the door for a bit - it was much too big and heavy - before slipping inside the room.

In its basic form, it was like his room, although much larger, and the bed was fairly low to the ground. Sommer was laying on her side, a soft white sheet pulled up to her chin. "What do you think of this gown?" Pektil asked, giving a little spin, "It really lets my ass breathe."

"I'm not sure that makes a lot of sense," Sommer said. "Thanks for coming to save me. It was really stupid of you, but I appreciate the sentiment. I think I'm gonna hang out here for a couple hours. I feel pretty weak."
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No. 349116 ID: c2c011

>>349115
Time to engage friend mode. Ask her how she's feeling now and stuff, also if there is anything she needs your help with. Free of charge this time, despite your loss of cashmonies.
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No. 349120 ID: 3a6e4c

>>349115

Hang around like a bro for support. You're clearly doing a lot better than she is right now. Ask her if she needs anything.
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No. 349123 ID: ec0bf5

Suddenly, Pektil heard sirens and yelling going on outside the building. He opened up a nearby window and could see a dispute going on involving the authorities and... was that the blue alien thing from earlier getting arrested?

He heard a loud mechanical voice coming from a quadrupedal, six-legged robotic bug thing (see >>347013) shouting angrily "YOU SOLD WHAT?!?!?!"
A second loud voice shouted at the blue alien: "MA'AM, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR BLACK MARKET WEAPONS DEALING, ATTEMPTED MURDER, AND COMMITTING ACTS OF PSYCHOTERRORISM. YOU SHALL BE HELD WITHOUT BAIL UNTIL YOUR TRIAL." "No no no no no Saru help help help it wasn't me I swear! D: It wasn't me it was another Ei from the doppelganger sex place! They locked me in the closet (it was full of snacks :D) and then they took the box and my money and my bags of toys! Nooooooo hellllpppppp!" she said as she was dragged away.

Pektil wasn't sure whether to be more or less confused about this incident with Sommer's package.
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No. 349191 ID: 1854db

>>349115
Tell her this stuff:
Agree with the stupid part. You are pretty foolish... but y'know, you want to be able to protect people. That's why you came here in the first place. If you hadn't at least tried to help her, you'd be letting yourself down. Besides, she's your friend.

(also apparently that stunt cost us 80 coins. Shitty.)
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No. 349355 ID: 383006

"Yeah, haha," Pektil said, trying his best to sound comforting, "It was pretty stupid. I want to protect people though, that's why I'm here. If I hadn't at least tried to help, I'd be letting myself down, plus you're my friend."

Sommer gave a weak cough of a laugh. "They told me what happened. I was only sort of vaguely aware that you were even there." She shook her head, making a rough, animal noise in the back of her throat.

"How're you doing?" Pektil asked, clambering up onto the chair next to the bed. "I can help you out if you need me to do anything."

Sommer made that same noise again, shaking her head and closing her eyes, "I didn't eat or drink anything or sleep at all," she snorted, "I don't want to think about it. At all." She made another sound, somewhere between a growl and a purr, "Nah, I'm just gonna rest. You don't have to stay here or anything."

"Nah, I don't really have anything to do. I can just hang out or whatever," Pektil said. They sat for a moment in silence. Pektil was almost sure Sommer had fallen asleep

"Oh," she said, suddenly opening one eye and sort of glancing at him from under the sheets, "If you really want to do something, I guess you could go down to Last Whisper and tell Po what happened," her eyelid slowly drifted down, "You don't have to or anything. I'm sorry I..." She quietly started to snore.

Pektil had no way of knowing, seeing as how he was in a windowless room some distance from any "exterior" wall, but the blue alien from earlier was being dragged into the building that incorporated the treatment center.

The six-legged robot bug thing from earlier was following behind, shouting "YOU SOLD WHAT?!"

An Authority enforcer, an 8' tall red and black anthropomorphic Zebra wearing leathers that hid neither her large breasts nor her massive penis, was shouting at the blue alien. "MA'AM, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR INCITING NON CONSENSUAL VIOLENCE IN A PUBLIC AREA. PLEASE STOP STRUGGLING."

"No no no no no!" Ei whined as she was hauled effortlessly up the steps by one arm, a crowd had gathered, enjoying the show, "Saru help help help it wasn't me I swear! D: It wasn't me it was another Ei from the doppelganger sex place! They locked me in the closet (it was full of snacks :D) and then they took the box and my money and my bags of toys! Nooooooo hellllpppppp!" Her plaintive wails continued as she was hauled inside for holding.

Of course, Pektil had no way of knowing any of that, and the commotion would have died down before he managed to reach the lobby in any case.
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No. 349362 ID: 1854db

>>349355
Leave Sommer to her rest, and let's go find out if our poo britches are clean yet.
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No. 349373 ID: 07416a

>>349355
Give her a hug before you go. Then go tell Po. Then go and clean her apartment. GET A MASK FOR THE SMELL.
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No. 349374 ID: 07416a

Also wander around in this fucking stylish gown
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No. 349454 ID: c2c011

>>349355
Go check if your rocking cool clothes are clean yet. Switch if they are. Then go to the last whisper and tell Po what happened. After that you should go and clean Sommer's place. Because that's something a friend would do. At least if it was a good friend. And since you only have one friend she should probably go in the good friend category.
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No. 349494 ID: 383006

Pektil leaned over and gave her a hug right on the face. Her fur was really soft and smelled like soap. He heard her sort of mumble something, but he couldn't quite make it out. Better leave her to her to her sleeps. Besides, he had THINGS TO DO.

He went back down the elevator and then out through the noisy double doors and into a large, busy room. To his right was a large seating area full of black chairs and couches all attached to the ground. A wide variety of interesting creatures lounged there. There was a booth to his right - a little desk with a male human sitting behind it - and he could see over the doors he 'd just come through a big sign that said "TREATMENT AREA" The whole little seating area, receptionist and doorway were sectioned off from the rest of the room by a head high wall (waist high on most of the people) and everything was shiny and white. He could see long rows of desks of various sizes with more doors leading off behind them, some with their own seating areas, cordoned off from the main bustle. Some of the desks had multiple creatures seated behind them in long rows, and various creatures waited in queues of various lengths to speak to them. The main area of the room was a massive, open space full of a giant mob of bustling creatures of all sorts. Cylindrical black leather seats were scattered liberally across the expanse, with tall, broad leafed trees planted in their centers.

Various booths and stalls were also spread around, and a white, gentle light floated down from fixtures far overhead. On the far side of the room, large brass bars separated out a section of floor, and the crowd steered clear of it. Authority agents of all shapes and sizes and wearing very little or nothing at all, lounged on long, low settees, or leaned against the wall. Various creatures were handcuffed to the metal rails, awaiting processing. None seemed pleased, and some screamed in terror as they were hauled through the huge metal doors that lead from that section deeper into the building. Pektil could just make out a small seating area with a variety of unhappy creatures in it.

A huge bank of massive flatscreens hung at an angle above the row of desks and seating areas, against the wall leading deeper into the structure. Their bright displays showed various creatures talking, or lists of numbers and figures, or gaudy mall scenes, or close up, full penetration between various creatures.

Pektil tore his eyes away and asked the human in the little booth next to him if his clothes were laundered. The man handed him his freshly pressed overalls and he slipped them on. His ass couldn't breathe nearly as much, but he felt like he was all business with his goggles and overalls on. Shouldering his pack, he made his way as quickly as possible to the far wall.

It was mostly glass - huge windows and big revolving doors, and he slipped outside into the Mall ground floor.

Above, he could see the seemingly-infinite levels of balconies and suspended platforms, but below there was tile and smooth gray stone. The massive edifice behind him reduced the nearest balcony to a tiny ribbon of stone and metal, and he noticed that many of the other facades stretching off to his right and left were equally huge. The walkways were extremely wide, and a massive park with wrought iron gates blocked his view of the other side of the space. Looking up above the rich, leafy canopy, he could tell that the far wall was extremely distant. He would have liked to explore, but he was on a mission, and fortunately there was both an information booth and a huge bank of elevators of all sizes nearby.

The ride was fairly long, and he had to take the usual series of interchanges, escalators and powered walkways before he arrived in the club district again and once more found himself in the atmosphere of darkness, neon and sweat outside of Last Whisper. The blue snake with the gold frills was still outside.

"Desssssided to take me up on my offer?" she hissed, flicking her tongue close to his face.

"No, sorry, I got to talk to Po. It's about Sommer," he said, wanting to remove himself from her presence as quickly as possible.

"Ok, go on in. Go acrossss the floor and take a left passsst the bar. He sssshould be ecsssspecting you by the time you get there," she replied, seemingly disappointed. Or perhaps dissssapointed.

Pektil pushed open the plush leather doors and hurried inside. The air was smoky with incense, the light dim and red, and it took a moment for Pektil's eyes to adjust to the gloom. The floor was separated into multiple levels - various areas recessed into the floor a few feet. All of them features heavy, ornate furniture - mostly long, low couched of various sized - with sculpted bronze legs and fixtures and richly embroidered maroon cushions. Heavy tassels and fringe hung from the pillows and rugs that were liberally spread across the sections.

Against the back walls, there were rows of semicircular red leather booths, barely visible in the gloom. They were lit mostly by clusters of candles in little spherical glass holders.

The lights for the rest of the area came from heavy Chinese lanterns hanging from the low ceiling, linked to one another by thick, velvet ropes. All manner of creatures, mostly quadrupedal, lounged and chatted on the various settees, a variety of smaller, generally bipedal creatures sitting nearby in obvious poses of submission.

Pektil saw the bar against the far left wall, long and low with large cushions instead of stools, and hurried past. He didn't like the way many of the patrons were eyeballing him.

Past the bar was a short hallway with a large metal door marked "MANAGER," and Pektil could also make out a row of plush red doors against the wall opposite the entrance, probably leading to a variety of private areas.

Pektil knocked, and the door slid silently into the wall. Pektil scurried inside.

The office was in the same style as the rest of the club - red light from a Chinese lantern overhead, and a big, soft bronze-and fabric throne-like piece of furniture in the center. A low table supported a massive hookah dripping with tassels and gemstones, and various plush cushions were spread around the table's circumference.

Several pieces of ornately carved wooden furniture - desks, heavy cabinets - flanked the throne on either side, and a figure Pektil suspected must be Po lounged in the center of the throne, dominating the room.

He was massively long, with gleaming white scales and a wispy fringe of soft white fur along his back. He had four slender limbs terminating in long, clawed hands spaced along the length of his snakelike body. His head was something in between a horse and a snake, with a silky white goatee and shimmering golden antlers. His eyes gleamed like gemstones, and one clawed foreleg held a shining white sphere. His long mane and white fur rippled as if he were underwater, flowing out even though Pektil couldn't detect any breeze in the dim, smoky room.

"I am the Great Lung Po," the dragon said, "Please, tell me what has happened to my bouncer."
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No. 349510 ID: c2c011

>>349494
Tell him what went down and then get out of there before someone tries to dominate you into letting them eat you.
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No. 349572 ID: 1854db

>>349494
Give him the story, but leave out the bits involving people shitting themselves and such. Be sure to include the part where you HEROICALLY attempted to rescue her and fought VALIANTLY against the psychic cube thing but succumbed to its power after a long struggle of a few microseconds.

Also say she's ok and just needs some rest until the side effects go away. They didn't say exactly how long it'd take but you recovered pretty quickly.

...wait a second what time/date is it? Do we need to go to work soon?
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No. 349592 ID: 07416a

>>349494
Get on your knees and touch your head to the floor then >>349572

Always be polite to dragons.
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No. 349643 ID: 0a404b

>>349494
tell him sommers ok, that shes really tired and beat out, ask what date it is cause you dont know how long you two have been out. dont forget to explain how you did try to save her, but couldnt....... i mean you did didnt you?
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No. 349652 ID: 0a404b

>>349643
>>349572
cause these's arent the same
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No. 349657 ID: 383006

Pektil bowed down and touched his head to the floor, then told Po the basics of what happened, leaving out the parts with the poo, and making sure to point out how much of a hero he was and about how he totally almost saved her. He talked about how Sommer would probably be fine with some rest and that it didn't take him too long to get better.

"I appreciate your manners, deference, and concern for my employee," Po said, his voice like rolling thunder, "here is a boon." He tossed Pektil a red stone bead about the size of an olive and then waved for him to leave. Pektil was only too eager to comply, rushing out of the club before something bad happened.

When Pektil was safely outside, he checked his shiny silver pocket watch. It looked like it was close to when he was going to sleep yesterday, so a several hours had passed since he left work, but not much more. He felt a little tired he guessed, but he should probably clean Sommer's room up for when she got home.

He headed down to her apartment and tried the door. It was locked. Leaning against it, he could hear the sounds of cleaning happening from inside. He guessed it wasn't something he needed to bother with, just then. It was probably bed time, though, he just needed to figure out where to sleep.
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No. 349664 ID: 1854db

>>349657
We'll go back and arrange to rent from our employer of course! But first, dinner. No rush, just find something nice to eat.
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No. 349672 ID: 0a404b

>>349657
go back to the hospital and fall asleep, in a chair watching sommers
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No. 349714 ID: c2c011

>>349657
Get the rental of the place set up with your employer, then grab a kebabroll that you can eat on the go and go back to the hospitol and fall asleep in a chair in Sommer's room. Which is totally what a concerened friend would do and not at all something with any sort of romantic undertones.
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No. 349863 ID: 5ad2ba

Sleeping with Sommer- uh uhm... in the chair next to her. Maybe next to her on the bed if there's enough room.

If you arn't allowed to stay, ask Sommer permission to stay at her place.
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No. 349864 ID: 07416a

>>349657
Um. Make sure that it's being cleaned and not robbed or something that would be pretty crap luck.
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No. 350447 ID: 383006

Pektil was pretty sure it the place was being cleaned. It had been pretty spotless before, and there's no way that Sommer could have cleaned much of anything on her own.

He went down to the MACHINE area to see about getting a room. He heard the door open as he approached, and Miss Priesmeyer was waiting for him inside, hips cocked to the side, hand and tentacles pressed against her flesh. "I've decided to take the room," Pektil said.

"Excellent," Miss Preismeyer said in her distorted, mechanical voice, "Right this way." She began to saunter deeper into the gloom and noise of the machine area. They walked for several minutes, traveling to and then following along what Pektil guessed was the mallward wall. After an intermittent walk, they reached the "room."

It wasn't so much a room as a little cluster of items on an otherwise bare expanse of concrete. There was a yellowed mattress sitting in the center that looked like a deflated loaf of bread, the wrinkled sheet and duvet reminding him of skin peeled back from flesh. The pipes for the sink framed the bottom right corner and protruded directly from the from the floor, supporting the cracked porcelain basin and the mirror and medicine cabinet above it. The pipes continued to rise ceilingward, disappearing into the darkness overhead like dripping vines. The shower head, likewise, depended from a cluster of pipes rising from the floor like the head of a dying flower, framing the top right corner of the space. There was a drain in the concrete nearby, and he guessed it was far enough away not to splash on the bed or the lockbox. The toilet framed the bottom left other corner of the "room" and a heavy chest was bolted to the floor nearby. The mallward wall was visible at the edge of the gloom, and nothing obstructed the view of the the massive machines that continued their ceaseless rhythms like slumbering beasts in the darkness.

Miss Preismyer spread her arm in an elegant wave across the little section of space. "Five coins a night. If you do not pay, I will maintain the lockbox and it's contents for up to 72 hours, and you must pay the balance owed before I will release the contents." Pektil dropped the five coins into her hand with a clank of metal on metal, and almost simultaneously a long manipulator tentacle dropped a keyring with two keys on it into his hand. Pektil used the smaller key to open the empty lockbox and stow his backpack. He didn't realize how heavy it had been! He felt so much better not having to lug it around everywhere. Anyway, the white potion, bead and pocket watch were on him at the moment, for whatever good that did. "The closest exit is that way," Miss Preismyer pointed along the mallward wall, "And will let you out in a public restroom in a dusk district. The second key opens any door into the Machine area."

"I have some stuff to take care of, but I'll be back tomorrow!" Pektil said, hurrying toward the exit with a wave. He quickly found the wide metal door and opened it with the heavy key. Sure enough, there were florescent lights and white tile on the other side. He hurried through and out into the mall proper. He wasn't sure what a "dusk" district was, but it looked fancy. The next level up was pretty far away, and the dim light was somewhere between the normal mall illumination and the darkness of the club district or machine area. It was a low, warm light, mostly coming from flickering gaslights that dotted the stone and gravel walkways leading up to the railing over the central void. Instead of a water fountain outside the restroom, there was a carved stone basin hanging with moss through which cold, clear water constantly ran. The voidward railing was heavy brass, ornately worked on the tops of the posts with various designs and fantastical creatures. There were planters bordering the gravel walks full of grasses and flowers and a few trees, and tall lamp posts interposed themselves in the foliage at regular intervals. Tall facades made up the mallward wall, most of heavy stone or brick, a few of metal. Some of the buildings were meant to represent manors, with stone porches and heavy doors. Others looked more like castles or temples. The same salmagundi of bizarre patrons that he'd seen elsewhere wandered down the pathways. He noted that a larger percentage were dressed in finery, and many creatures lead others on leashes or chains. Brighter lights and laughter emanated from the doorways when they would open to admit a guest, and he expected that they were private clubs of some kind. He saw a few street vendors and open food stalls, with grinning attendants offering their wares to passerbys. He grabbed a Kebab roll for a coin, and savored the juicy meats as he hurried toward the closest information booth.

Before long he was back to the ground floor and then inside the treatment center.

He had no difficulty at all getting through the waiting area. He remembered Sommer's room number and told the man in the booth that he was there to see her, and he waved Pektil through with a nod. Pektil was pretty tired at this point, yawning loudly as he rode the elevator back up to her floor, and quietly pressed the handle, thankful that it wasn't locked. The lights were dim inside, and he could see the blankets rise and fall with Sommer's slow breathing. He sat in the chair for a while, trying to drift off, but it was awkward and uncomfortable. A short step brought him onto the foot of Sommer's bed, her quiet snoring emanating from the other side of the sheets and blankets, and Pektil laid his head against what he thought was her ankle and drifted off to sleep almost instantly.

Although he had no control over his dream, he remembered it vividly when he woke up. He just knew it would be important later. [Describe Pektil's dream]
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No. 350448 ID: 1d0e20

Pektil dreamed of a strange mental world with swirling abstract backgrounds. Occasionally he saw glimmers of childlike scribbles in the background (how is it a background? how did he know that?) that seemed to glow. It all seemed very vague and half-assed.

Then he dreamed that he had the same dream over and over again with different colours of swirling abstract meaningless background, and slightly different scribbles. What the hell was that even meant to be? Is that a stick figure?

It was all very confusing, and Pektil thought that if he could call his own imagination half-assed in person, he would.
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No. 350449 ID: 3bd8ec

>>350447
Pektil dreamed of a giant snake.
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No. 350451 ID: 8092e6

Pektil had a perverted dream which involved sommer wearing sexy underwear and sucking his giant mok penis.
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No. 350452 ID: 5ad2ba

Pektil dreamed he was in The Last Whisper, surrounded by monsters, snakes and dragons. Lung Po, Hacke and the blue snake are notable, and closing in on him, then Sommer appears, pushing and holding him down with a big toothy grin before he suddenly wakes.
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No. 350461 ID: ec0bf5

Pektil dreamed he was back in the caves walking around looking for something. He didn't remember what. Then suddenly he saw a ROBOT! He touched the mirror with his penis. Then he suddenly heard a female indahl voice behind him yelling "Hey this is my cryptic dream stop plagiarizing!" Then the dream got really sexy. He woke up to Sommer yelling at him in distress for what he was... doing... in his sleep, and told him he needed to take a shower.
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No. 350464 ID: 07416a

>>350447
Pektil dreamed of being a great knight riding his sexy psychic steed and lover and rescuing all the ladies and having threesomes or moresomes and none of them made fun of him for his premature ejaculation problem
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No. 350521 ID: 0a404b

>>350447
pektil *wakes up* he is trying to wake up, but cant open his eye's when he tries to shout nothing can be pronounced. then he sees a light, but cant figure out what it is, cause he cant open his eye's then he hears a voice, sommers not to worry about her, then beside her is her master person*tutor* he said to take care of sommers in anyway possible... i cant think of anything else
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No. 350539 ID: c71597

>>350447
Pektil dreamed of a snake that seemed to have a tail that streched out forever. She was also getting into all sorts of mischief for various reasons.
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No. 350543 ID: 1854db

Pektil dreamed he was trapped in ancient ruins, with only a dim glow to reveal rooms full of rusted machines and the occasional skeleton picked clean of flesh. The smell of decay and dust assaulted his nostrils as he wandered for what felt like days, leaving footprints in the grime on the floor. The only sound he could hear was the occasional scuttle of tiny legs on the floor from some unseen vermin. Unable to find an exit, he grew weaker and weaker, but not from hunger, thirst, or lack of sleep. Pektil needed sunlight.
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No. 350566 ID: 049dfa

Pektil dreamt of many things, but what stood out the most was riding across a bizarre, stark, gleaming white space across the back of a mighty steed that he recognized as sommer. Brandishing items of power, they charged toward an enormous reptilian figure spiraling out of a cavernous crack in nothing that tore open before them. Somehow he knew that, even though he was afraid, he and his friend were the only ones who could stop it.
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No. 350663 ID: 063c28

Pektil dreamed.

He dreamed of the mall. He dreamed of the brightly lit shops, and of the vibrant myriad they served. He dreamed of the darkness of the machine room where he worked, and of halls deeper and darker still. He dreamt himself walking through these places, silently soaking in the surroundings, so alien from his home, and yet already beginning to feel familiar—and though he often walked among a dense crowd, not once was he buffeted, and though he often found himself in maze-like maintenance areas, not was he lost for a direction to go.

As he walked, the crowds thinned, and the machinery grew dusty and idle, until after what might have been an hour or an eternity, he finally found himself alone, surrounded by empty storefronts in a grand hall on the ground floor. He raised his eyes in wonder to what, for all the variety of the mall, finally felt truly alien, almost out of place: looming before him stood a huge set of dull metallic gates, set in a wall rising to infinity in the void above, and tightly shut. He approached, beginning to make out a fine gap in the seal between the doors, light leaking through—or was it streaming? The glow rapidly grew overwhelming until he could see no more, until he found himself blearily awakening to Sommer's inquisitive face.
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No. 350771 ID: 59c558

Pektil dreamed.

He dreamed of the mall. He dreamed of the brightly lit shops, and of the vibrant myriad they served. He dreamed of the darkness of the machine room where he worked, and of halls deeper and darker still. He dreamt himself walking through these places, silently soaking in the surroundings, so alien from his home, and yet already beginning to feel familiar—and though he often walked among a dense crowd, not once was he buffeted, and though he often found himself in maze-like maintenance areas, not was he lost for a direction to go.

As he walked, the crowds thinned, and the machinery grew dusty and idle, until after what might have been an hour or an eternity, he finally found himself alone, surrounded by empty storefronts in a grand hall on the ground floor. He raised his eyes in wonder to what, for all the variety of the mall, finally felt truly alien, almost out of place: looming before him stood a huge set of dull metallic gates, set in a wall rising to infinity in the void above, and tightly shut. He approached, beginning to make out a fine gap in the seal between the doors, light leaking through—or was it streaming? The glow rapidly grew overwhelming until he could see no more, until he found himself blearily awakening to Sommer's inquisitive face.

"Hey," she said, her rough growl grounding him, scattering the last cobwebs of the strange dream he'd had, "Fancy meeting you here." She smiled.

"I just thought maybe you'd need something or something," Pektil said, awkwardly trying to brew up an innocent motive, "and then I got real sleepy and stuff and the chair was really uncomfortable and I figured you weren't using the whole bed and-"

"Don't worry about it," Sommer said, not lookind directly at him. "Thanks. It. It was sweet." They maintained an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before Sommer slipped quickly down from the bed. "Well, uh, I'd better go talk to Po and make sure I still have my job and stuff."

"Oh, uh," Pektil interjected, then they both sort of waited for the other to start talking again for a moment before Pektil continued, "I talked to him before I went to sleep."

"Thanks," Sommer said, sort of talking over the end of Pektil's sentence before continuing after another moment of over-polite near-interruptions. "Well, uh, see you around. Here's my contact number and here's the contact for Last Whisper. You know, if you want to hang out or something." The numbers were pretty short so Pektil had no trouble committing them to memory.

Before she slipped out of the door, she gave him a quick lick on the forehead, mumbling "Thanks for everything" in her gravelly voice.

Pektil checked his watch. He has a couple of hours before he was supposed to get to work.
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No. 350775 ID: c71597

>>350771
Well lets go get some breakfast and check out prices for hugefying all of you so we know how much cashmonies we're going to need to get our hands on.
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No. 351136 ID: 6e518d

Pektil walked out of the massive administrative building and looked around again at the first floor. The tile and stone, huge park and massive edifices were the same, but the avenues were much busier. He also noticed that many of the huge buildings had absolutely massive doors and windows. Some of the doorways were easily more than fifty feet tall. As he walked past the wrought iron fence into the park, he passed by some massive tables and chairs that he had mistaken for sculptures before, because they were unoccupied. Now, though, they were definitely occupied. Several giants sat around chatting. The smallest of them was easily over thirty feet high - all of them were wearing athletic shorts of various cuts and colors, with the females generally wearing a matching sports bra.

At the closest table, there were six creatures. Three male anthropomorphs - a Leptoceratops, an Argus Monitor, and a white breasted woodswallow, and three female - a Achelousaurus-taur, a humanoid black-spotted barbet, and a serval-morph. The tables behind them were generally inhabited by other giants, chatting over enormous coffees and pastries.

Pekil figured they might know something, but wasn't sure how to approach them, or which one he should try and talk to.
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No. 351143 ID: 1854db

>>351136
Try to get their attention by speaking normally. Just because they're tall doesn't mean they can't hear you!

Talk to the black-spotted barbet. Ask where you should go if you want to become HUGE! Though not quite as HUGE as they are. You'd need to be able to fit in the tunnels back in the depths.
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No. 351224 ID: c71597

>>351136
Just do it normally. Also don't accept any offers from them, vagina spelunking is not a hobby that you should pick up.

Anyway, tell them you're new here and you sort of want to get huge, although not necessarily that huge and you're wondering how one should go about that.
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No. 351254 ID: a15fc3

Vagina spelunking is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I say do it.
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No. 351519 ID: 3b3feb

Pektil figured huge didn't mean deaf, so he went up to the chairs and shouted a hello, waving a tiny arm. The black-spotted barbet looked like maybe the best choice. She was huge, obviously, but definitely on the slender side of athletic. If she weren't huge, the breasts under her athletic top would have been considered small. Her plumage was shiny, and her long, scaly blue legs were crossed at the ankle under her chair. They didn't seem to immediately notice, so he tapped her on the underside of her giant bare foot with a tiny hand. She lurched back, giggling, and Pektil rapidly stepped into view to avoid an accidental squashing. He waved again and shouted another "hello."

"Brit, there's a tiny person waving at you," said the serval. She was rather muscular, with breasts that definitely wouldn't have been small if she had been a more usual size. Her long spotted tail swung slowly behind her chair.

"Oh, so there is!" the bird said, covering the end of her beak with her hands in mock surprise. "Stay still, let me bring you up here where we can talk." Pektil only trembled slightly as she placed him onto the table with one feathery hand. "I'm Brittany Aubry," she said, allowing him to shake one finger with both his hands, "What can I do for you?"

"well," Pektil replied, sitting on the edge of her saucer, "I was wondering about being huge, but not really as huge as you guys or anything but I was just curious about that."

Brittany slapped her hands on the table, letting out a long sigh, "It's effin expensive!" she said, with general murmurs of approval from around the table. "Most of us except for Audry," she nodded toward the dinotaur, "aren't Oh Gees, you know, original giants. We're just experiencing it for a while."

"You mean it's expensive to get giant in the first place?" Pektil asked.

"well, yeah," she said, "but it's super expensive to live as a giant to. I don't see how any of the O.G.s do it. That's why most of the magics and techniques are strictly temporary only. It makes it really hard to get around and you have to pay so much more for everything! Clothes, food, housing! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love it. You can do all kinds of things that you can't do when you're small! But I think that's why it's pretty impossible to find any size change stuff that's permanent out here. I think mine cost me about five thou or so." Once again, a general nodding of heads and murmurs of consent echoed around the table.

"'Big and Small' is a place down the street that's pretty good," the male dinosaur said.

"Yeah, didn't you get yours there, Curt?" the male lizard said, pointing toward the male bird.

"Yeah, they're legit," he replied, gesturing down the street toward where Pektil suspected the store might be.

Brittany piped up again, "If you decide to take the plunge and want some help, you can gimme a call." She gave Pekil her number, it was pretty easy for him to remember. Pektil wondered if he should ask them anything else or just go to work.
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No. 351537 ID: 1854db

>>351519
Ask if it's that expensive if you just wanted to be like, 5 to 6 times bigger than you are now.
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No. 351552 ID: c71597

>>351519
Ask how come they don't make permanent all body hugeifying spells? Since they make them for genetalia it would seem possible to make them for body size as well.
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No. 351609 ID: 07416a

>>351537
Naw, we just want double size. Bring us up to average, ya know?
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No. 351618 ID: 063c28

Specifically ask about only increasing your size a moderate amount, not orders of magnitude as they seem to be in to.
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No. 351720 ID: 383006

"So, why don't they make permanent stuff anyway? what if I just wanted to be a little bit bigger?"

"Oh, they make permanent stuff for that," Brittney answered, "if you just want a few feet or something, I think those are about 350 coins a foot roughly. For the other stuff, it's because nobody wants it and the people who think they do, really don't realize that they don't until they've had to deal with the problems it entails. I've heard there's people in the backworks that sell permanent stuff - they just have giants runnin' around breaking shit and stuff like that, but yeah, no legitimate need for it out here."

Pektil had an important fucking decision to make. How huge did he want to be?
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No. 351721 ID: 8e18cd

7 feet tall
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No. 351722 ID: c96375

I think Pektil wants to be about 8 foot tall. That sounds huge enough to me.
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No. 351723 ID: 3b202e

12 feet
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No. 351724 ID: 313ae6

>>351720
As tall as you can afford at the moment.
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No. 351726 ID: 1854db

>>351720
INFINITY FEET TALL wait that won't work.

I was thinking 10.
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No. 351731 ID: 3bd8ec

>>351720
Well, we want to be HUGE.

So... I dunno, eight or ten or twelve feet tall I guess.
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No. 351733 ID: 8092e6

8 feet tall should be good.
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No. 351755 ID: 07416a

Personally I think 6 is good enough. Can we buy a foot at a time?
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No. 351804 ID: c71597

>>351720
7 or 8 should be good enough. Then you're pretty damn huge for a Mok. We should probably wait with the hugeifying though. We won't be able to do out mechanics job if we grow too big.
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No. 351810 ID: 0a404b

5 foot
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No. 351904 ID: c96375

Only get something temporary at first just to make sure it's what you really want, and make sure you won't be huge when doing the mechanic job.
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No. 351906 ID: ec0bf5

I think we want to wait to do it all at once, it might interfere with our job thingy if we suddenly got huge. Eight or nine feet sounds like a safe bet, it's more than twice as big as any mok, and bigger than an indahl, too. Lots of monsters there, but there'll be one bigger than you no matter what, and being two or three times the size of any other mok will make you much safer from those, too.
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No. 352731 ID: 01e367

Pektil decided he'd go for around eight feet. He only had 151 coins, so he didn't have to worry about whether to buy the size increases one at a time or all at once. Of course, he could try to sell something. He had that potion that he didn't know what it did, and that bead from the dragon. Also, six pairs of big panties. He had a feeling that selling the silver pocketwatch he got from Miss Preismyer would be a really bad idea. He'd have to remember to do it later, because it was almost time for him to get to work. He hurried up to the Dusk place and used his new big key to get inside the Machine area. He wasn't really surprised to see Miss Preismyer waiting for him. "Well, let's begin," she said, and they worked until it was time for his lunch break. It was mostly the same as yesterday - fixing belts, tightening bolts, moving valves and levers, but Pektil thought that eventually he might be able to make sense out of what he was doing. He payed attention when Miss Preismyer stripped a wire or soldered something into place. It didn't look too terribly difficult. Her haunting music was almost sort of starting to not completely creep him out.

He had a half hour to take care of business and grab lunch, and wondered how he should use it.
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No. 352733 ID: c71597

>>352731
Not really enough time to do anything bigger. But I guess you could check out if there are any cellphones or similair thigs. Might be good to get one at some point to make your social life easier and stuff.
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No. 352796 ID: 9f0ef4

He checked to see if there were any portable communication devices. It looked like there were - supported in some mysterious way by the Mall itself. They ran about fifty coins. He could decide whether or not to get one later.

He worked busily with Miss Priesmyer for the rest of the day, almost sort of enjoying himself.

"Well," her speaker grated, "very good work today, Pektil. Will I be expecting you back this evening, or do you have other plans?" It was difficult to interpret her tone exactly, but Pektil thought she was probably just curious. She dropped his pay into his palm, bringing him up to 180 coins. He wasn't sure if he had other plans or not. It wasn't like anything really closed down around this place.
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No. 352912 ID: c71597

>>352796
Tell her that you have only been here or about two days and don't really know anyone that well or know about stuff to do. Possibly you're going to check up on the one friend you might have and see how she's recouperating from her accident and see if she wants to hang out or something.

Which pretty much seems like what you could do now. That or try to hang out with the giant lady. But that might be a bit weird to do the same day, you should probably give that a day or two before getting in touch with her again.
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No. 352915 ID: 07416a

>>352796
Work all day erry day
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No. 352932 ID: 8092e6

>>352796
Work all day also flirt with your boss. get some of dat fleshy robotic ass.
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No. 352941 ID: 1854db

>>352932
But since we suck so much at sex she might fire us or something.

Tell her you were thinking you might hang out with your friend a bit, but you'll probably come back to sleep here.
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No. 352942 ID: 07416a

>>352796
Wait wait tell her you have a premature ejaculation problem and want to get a valve installed on your penis or something
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No. 352948 ID: 3fd4fb

>>352942
Or just... NOT say that. Pektil doesn't really have that problem, he's just very low on experience.

>>352796
Tell her that you'd like to check up on a friend, but unless she's free and wants to do something you'll be back.

Then go and do just that.

You should also probably consider trying to get some kind of enchantment that you can toggle on and off for your size increase, instead of just getting a permanent one. It would likely be much more expensive- but at the same time, the risk of being much too big all the time and having a terrible life because of it, which you've been explicitly warned about, is one that should not be ignored. Always make sure you have an out.
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No. 353297 ID: 56f89d

"I think I'm going to go see my friend Sommer," Pektil said, "But I'll prolly be back here to sleep."

"Probably," Miss Priesmyer corrected him.

"Probably," Pektil said.

"Probably, Miss Priesmyer," she replied. She was standing, hips cocked to one side. He really couldn't tell if she was serious or just making fun of him.

"Probably, Miss Priesmyer," Pektil said, deciding not to risk it.

"Good. I will expect you at some point this evening, then," and she stomped away, hips swaying.

Pektil made his way to the door that connected to the dusk area's public restroom. He hurried through the quiet sophistication of the Dusk area and down to the noise, sweat, and neon darkness of the club area. Pektil had no trouble making his way down to Last Whisper, and there was Sommer, looking her usual self. He heard her asking if a cluster of tiny gray creatures chained to the chest of a massive dragon if they were sober and consenting.

"Hey Sommer!" Pektil said, glad to see she was feeling better. "I'm glad to see you're feeling better!"

"Yeah, I'm pretty OK. How're you doing?" Sommer asked, licking one nostril thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I got a job," Pektil said, and they shared some light small talk. Sommer said that she was still working for several hours and didn't know if she was really up for too much.

"I kinda just want to sleep when I get home," she said, "That whole thing took a lot out of me." She glanced down and then back up, as if she had something to say but then changed her mind. "I'm sure we can hang out some other time," she coughed.

Pektil's evening had opened up in a fairly unpleasant way. He supposed he could go back to work, or maybe he supposed he could find out what his potion and his bead were good for, if anything. He didn't really think Sommer was rejecting him, at least he hoped not, but he had a little lump in his tiny throat.
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No. 353322 ID: 1854db

>>353297
You guys should talk about your schedules so you both know when the other's available. Maybe you can set up a regular time for you to come help her with stuff she needs hands for? Or just to hang out! And y'know, since it's Sommer's boss who gave you the bead, maybe she knows something about it?
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No. 353354 ID: c71597

>>353297
Compare schedueles to see when and if you can hang out. Then you should probably go get the potion identified and see if that bead is worth anything. Oh, also jack off on the panties and sell them to a porn store that sells panties with jizz on them.
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No. 353676 ID: 383006

Pektil talked with Sommer about their schedules. It looked like she slept later and spent the time he was working at home, and then worked and generally just made food and went to sleep when she got home. It looked like they could hang out when she got off work, but that would be several hours after he did, probably around her dinner time. He asked her about the bead.

"Oh, uh, I have no clue. You should probably go talk to somebody who owns a magic shop or some kind of wizard or something. I know a pretty decent ones." Pektil had met a few people that knew magic, and Sommer gave him two recommendations. One owned a trinket shop, and the other was a freelance wizard. He could decide which one to visit.

He could probably almost definitely sell the panties, but didn't know if he should jizz in them first. Checking around in a regular mall district, he sold some unsoiled and some soiled to maximize his earning potential, and ended up making 450 coins, but it seemed like he really lucked out. That brought his total up to 630 coins! It was kinda weird to use the masturbation trough he'd noticed in the public bathrooms, but if he kept his eyes straight forward it wasn't too weird. He'd have to figure out what kind of magician he'd go to for identifying his goods. Sommer didn't give him any info about her two contacts. Of course, he could always try something else - there were plenty of stores advertising.

[Feel free to make up someone with an interest in magic or magical items for Pektil to visit, and describe their store, or just suggest one of Sommer's two picks if you want me to make something up]
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No. 353680 ID: c71597

>>353676
TRINKET SHOP! That way we can check out cool magical shit that we might trade the bead for if it's valuable.
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No. 353689 ID: 8092e6

trinket shop go go
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No. 353696 ID: 1854db

On one hand the trinket shop may offer us spending opportunities, on the other hand the freelance wizard might ID it for free if we're lucky... Yeah, let's go to the trinket shop.
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No. 353714 ID: fb8ba7

Freelance wizard is probably a slut. I mean, free lance? Go visit her. Bring alcohol and viagra.
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No. 353725 ID: 0a404b

>>353676
visit the freelance wizard. she owns a house, which doubles as her shop; called the toshinuo yuri emporium. or something. she knows what the potion does(either very RARE or useless as shit) and the gem needs time to look at.
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No. 353943 ID: adf038

Pektil decided to go to the trinket shop Sommer had recommended. It was actually in the Dusk district near his room, a rather large building of brass and deep mahogany, with two massive glass bay windows stuffed with various bric a brac. The storefront protruded from the surrounding buildings, and the windows reminded Pektil of an insect's huge compound eyes. The name of the store was "Gearsong," and the big double doors swung inward as he mounted the short staircase.

The back of the window displays were no less cluttered, piled high with all manner of mechanisms, books, furniture, crystals, and anything else he'd care to name. There was a wide aisle between the two massive stacks of things, Pektil walked across the dusty marble floor staring at the vast quantities of treasure. More wide pathways branched off between more enormous, apparently unsorted piles of things, things of all natures and sorts. Paintings, swords, mechanical devices, skulls and taxidermy specimens, clothing, he even saw some doors and windows protruding awkwardly from piles. Large, white marble columns reached up to the groined ceiling overhead, and more artifacts and contraptions were suspended from the stonework - Bundles of herbs, flying machines, articulated skeletons, other unfathomable things. The walls were cabinets and cubbyholes, many of them stuffed with yellowed scrolls or other delicate-looking items, and a warm orange light came from wrought iron baskets full of smooth, glowing stones nailed to the columns.

He emerged from the rows of paths and piles and into an open central area. A large rug was spread in front of a massive pile of gold coins and gems, and a few large standing bronze and silver mirrors bracketed the area. Some chairs and tables were scattered to one side of the rug, and a few strange-looking individuals in finery sat smoking pipes or fat cigars while they inspected some curiosity or another.

In the center of the rug was a dragon. It was at least three times Sommer's size. Pektil's whole body was roughly as big as one of it's forepaws, and it's black scales shone but dully in the light of a massive hanging basket of glowing stones that depended from the ceiling.

The dragon's great leathery wings were folded behind its back, and a series of white bone spurs ran from the crown of its head down its broad back and long tail. It laid on its side, forepaws that looked like heavy clawed hands folded on top of one another, and it looked at him curiously with deep, green eyes behind brass-rimmed spectacles as he approached. Its body wasn't slender, but wasn't overly thick or brutish, and its head tracked his approach with an air of refined grace. "I am Frost Mother, the dragon said, it's thick blue tongue visible as it spoke behind a set of gleaming white fangs Owner and proprietor of this establishment." Her voice was deep and rich, her diction crisp, "Welcome to Gearsong. How may I assist you?"
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No. 353956 ID: 8092e6

show her the bead and ask her what it is and if its valuable.
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No. 353971 ID: c71597

>>353943
Show her the marble and the potion and ask if she can identify them.

Later on you could ask what sort of stuff she sells and maybe ask about how magic works and if you could learn.
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No. 353984 ID: 1854db

>>353943
Compliment her on her hoard. LOADSA MONAY.

Ask her about the bead-what it does if anything, and how much it's worth- and also mention we are in the market for a magical item that will increase our sexual endurance.
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No. 353994 ID: c71597

>>353984
We don't need that. Pektil just needs more training. Loads of more training. Which shouldn't really be that hard to get in a place like this mall.
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No. 354003 ID: fb8ba7

>>353943
Bow deep. Remember what politeness to dragon's got you before.

Don't ask what it is and what it's worth. Ask what it is and... Iunno, what the polite thing to do with it is. This is a fucking gift, we're being pretty crass by going SELL IT SELL IT.
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No. 354107 ID: fb8ba7

THERE IS A SMALL SCULPTURE OF A MALE HUMAN AND A FEMALE HUMAN THEY ARE HAVING SEX IN THE MISSIONARY POSITION THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS THE SCULPTURE IS ON SALE BECAUSE THAT'S SICK SHIT DAWG PEOPLE AREN'T INTO THAT CRAP
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No. 361066 ID: a2838b

1. ask what the potion is, she wont tell you unless you buy something,
2. 3 things on sale,
anal beads
a hat
a redwood oak ball that induces happy thoughts in anyholder(especially telepathics)(hinthint)
3. A.pektil either goes back to work or B. he goes and visits his only friend and gives her a gift(hinthint)
4.i love this quest please keep going
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No. 361192 ID: 383006

Pektil bowed low, spreading his tiny arms. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he began, "and I really think your giant pile of loot is awesome," He's pretty sure that dragons liked to hear that kind of thing. He noticed her flexing one clawed hand and quickly continued, "but you are way even more awesome of course."

Pektil noticed that several of the patrons were now looking in his direction. The dragon, Frost Mother, ran her long, spiked tail through the pile of coins behind her with a raspy hiss.

"Uh, my name is Pektil," he began again, "uh, my friend Sommer told me that you might be able to help me. I have some magic things and I don't know what they do. Pektil pulled the bead and the potion out of his overalls.

"Step closer," the dragon said in her rich, refined voice, "here," she tapped the rug with one claw only a couple yards in front of her. She hadn't exactly given him treasures like the other dragon. Maybe he'd done something wrong. Maybe she was going to do something terrible to him. He shook as he stepped timidly closer, but she only moved the spectacles down her muzzle with a refined flick of her head. Her green eyes glittered in the light from the glowing stones as she gazed down her muzzle at him. "Just there is enough," she said when she dominated his vision almost entirely. His meekness was bordering on terror, so he shifted his eyes anywhere but at the dragon and held the items up so she could see them better.

He noticed a small table almost directly abutting her torso. It had a piece of card stock taped to it that said "DISKOWNT" and had a few strange knickknacks scattered across the surface and labeled. One was a small sculpture of a male and female human holding hands and having sex in the missionary position. A piece of card stock in front of it was labeled "Disgusting fetish statue. No special properties." There were also a set of anal beads carved from what looked like bone that were labeled "anal beads - never used. No special properties." There was a tall blue felt hat adorned with stars and planets in gold. It said "Wizard's hat. Makes the wearer believe that he or she is a wizard. Causes wearer to grow a beard when aroused." Lastly, he noticed a red wooden sphere. It's card said "causes mild euphoria when held. Especially potent in psychics and empaths."

"Pektil, the dragon said. He looked up quickly and noticed her blue tongue running across one glittering white fang in a gesture he hoped merely represented her collecting her thoughts. "The potion is a potion against infestation. It will prevent any sort of foreign object from invading your body and surviving there, although it will not prevent physical injury. It also protects from psycic domination, mind control, and pregnancy, and lasts for roughly 40 hours once consumed. I would value it at roughly fifteen hundred coins." She pushed the brass rimmed glasses up her muzzle with one slender white claw.

"The other object is a Bead of Resurrection. If you are carrying it on your person and are killed, the bead will be consumed and you will be made whole and alive once your body ceases to be damaged further. It will purge any toxins or diseases, magical or otherwise, and replace any missing limbs or organs. I would value such a powerful artifact at five hundred thousand coins. I would be interested in learning where you acquired such an object, as well" she said. Pektil couldn't read her expression, but he noticed she had extended her wings, perhaps subconsciously. He heard a figure in tattered red robes inspecting a strange puzzle made of multicolored glowing glass spheres mutter "wingest boner."
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No. 361197 ID: 1854db

>>361192
We weren't told to keep the bead's origin secret, so you can go ahead and tell her. It was a gift from the owner of Last Whisper. He's a dragon too, so... I guess that's why he had such a valuable item to give.

Also holy fucknuts that is an amazingly valuable object. Uh... we didn't exaggerate TOO much when we told Sommer's boss what happened, right? It would suck if he got pissed because he decided he rewarded us too well. Unless, of course, she's more than just a bouncer to him, and that's why he paid us so much. Sommer never said what side of the vore she took part in; maybe her boss paid her to eat her. Hey, Frost Mother knows Sommer. We could probably just straight up ask if there's something going on between Sommer and her boss. Uh, quietly.

Also now everyone in the room knows (if they heard what was said) we have something extremely valuable. I'm worried we'll get mugged.
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No. 361422 ID: 4b5689

>>361192
Tell her it was gift from someone and you had no idea it was such a valuable thing. Ask if it works several times or if it's a one use kind of thing. Also, thank her for her help.

Both of those seem pretty awesome, we could probably afford the procedure if we sold the resurecction bead, but it would be kind of dickish to sell a gift like that.
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No. 361424 ID: 1854db

>>361422
It only works one time because it is consumed in the process of reviving you.
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No. 361436 ID: 2f6f69

Pektil understood that the bead is only good for one go. Before he decided whether or not to sell anything, he wanted to ask Frost Mother some questions about something that had been bothering him a little, especially now that he found out how valuable the bead was. According to Pektil's math, the procedure will only cost about 2100 coins. He has 180 currently.

"So, you know Sommer, right?" Pektil asked.

"Yes," the dragon replied coolly, "She had trouble fitting in. She wasn't raised by ferals, so there were certain things that bothered her," She waved one hand in a vague gesture, glancing toward the ceiling, "She lived with me for a while, until she found a job and became capable of managing her own affairs. You will have to ask her for further details. About that bead, care to share its origin?"

Pektil went ahead and told her the very basics of the story, including his encounter with the Great Lung Po at Last Whisper.

Frost Mother's wings were folded tightly against her back, her face a twisted mask of rage. "Fucking Oh Pee Eastern Dragons," she snarled, nostrils flaring. "He's probably got piles of those fucking beads. I should have known." Her tail slammed into the pile of coins behind her, sending up a spray of dangerous projectiles. Several of the patrons backed slowly away into the stacks, behind cover. Pektil skittered back to what he considered a safer distance.

"Stupid Oh Pee ferrets probably shit them out," she muttered, struggling to regain her composure. "Fucking antlered weasels..." He couldn't make out the rest of what she muttered to herself as her face slowly transformed back into a placid, neutral facade. "I apologize," she said, not sounding particularly sorry. "I have always been slightly disappointed in Sommer's choice of employment at that place. She has enough money to look for a better job than bouncer. She has a useful talent. Honestly, she has no interest in vore. I don't know what keeps her there. Very disappointing. She talked to me before about her employment, of course, but because of my ... thoughts," one eyelid twitched and the side of her lip curled up, revealing her white, glimmering fangs, "concerning the proprietor, has kept such conversations fairly nonspecific."

The conversation sort of petered out at that point. Pektil could keep or sell either of the items, of course. Both seemed fairly useful, in different ways. He'd obviously have to consume the potion before it would help him, though.
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No. 361437 ID: 3fd4fb

>>361436
Inquire as to if she can sell you anything to prevent you from being immediately mugged and losing all your money if you do, in fact, sell that bead for a ridiculously huge number of coins.
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No. 361440 ID: 4b5689

>>361436
Potion might be useful, but the cash from selling it would probably be more useful. So sell that one and ask about some sort of enchantment to make sure you don't loose the rebirth bead thingie.
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No. 361505 ID: c04c0d

Might as well ask her for advice on your quest. See if she knows of any pitfalls we can avoid.
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No. 361529 ID: 4dc4f5

dont sell the bead or the potion, if you have a future job that has "hazards" your good, cause the potion is obviously worth more than 1500, thats just what she's giving you to sell it. purchasing it would cost more. the bead itself has value to pektil cause he got it for saving sommers. now that you know some stuff about the bead and potion. ask how much the erotic telepathy orb thing costs as a gift to sommers
>>361505
what he said too
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No. 361547 ID: 2d6d07

Sell potion, buy permanent 4-foot enlargement, have ~100 coins left over.
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No. 361612 ID: 063c28

Sell potion, see about bead-keeping charm as >>361440
suggested (it's way too valuable to sell or risk losing), and don't jump the gun on enlargement just yet. Ensuring that you always have the bead will make you even more able to protect people, remember, and we have a straightforward, safe way to accumulate further money at a reasonable rate.
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No. 361748 ID: 383006

Pektil decided to go ahead and sell the potion for 1500 coins, bringing his total up to 1,680. He asked Frost Mother if she could hide the bead on him somehow, or make it hard to steal.

"Anyone who can see magic, such as myself, can tell that you are carrying it, although closer inspection is required to determine its function. I could mask the enchantment for 500 coins so it would only appear faintly magical. I could meld it inside your flesh for another 500 coins. It would have to be removed through surgery." That price seemed rather steep to Pektil. He wondered if Miss Priesmyer knew anything about surgery. She had a lot of metal parts, so probably. He also figured he'd ask her about his quest to be huge.

Frost Mother snorted, turning her great head to the side, "I feel that I am the perfectly appropriate size for a being, and perfectly shaped for such a size. I do not normally deal in magic of that nature - I find it tawdry to reduce some aspect of my being to a mere fetish." She went on at some length, but it mostly confirmed the sorts of things he'd already learned from the other folks he'd asked about it.

Pektil also asked how much the wooden sphere was, and was told it was 50 coins.

Pektil needed to decide whether he was going to buy anything or get the enchantment, and then what he was going to do after. There was probably a little time before Sommer got off work.
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No. 361749 ID: 4b5689

>>361748
Ask how much she would want for storing the bead here for safekeeping until you figure out what to do with it. Then ask what sorts of complications there might be from the surgery and where the bead would be implanted.
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No. 361816 ID: 383006

Pektil thought about leaving the bead there for safekeeping, but it wouldn't really do him a lot of good if he didn't have it on him. He voiced his concern about the fact that the people in here were now aware of the value of his treasure.

"They haven't heard anything we've said," Frost Mother responded. "The first thing I do when appraising my customer's goods is silenceing the area," She snorted, glancing down her nose at him. "I'm a professional, after all." She waved one clawed hand languidly, "besides, I'm the most likely point of return for an item like that. You are a friend of Sommer's so I'll make a searching inquiry if any such items come into Gearsong." Pektil shuddered at the way in which she said 'searching inquiry.' The menace was fairly palpable.

Pektil seriously doubted that Frost Mother knew about surgery at all. He would probably be better off asking Miss Priesmyer.

He needed to decide if he wanted to buy anything, and where he was going to go once he left.
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No. 361828 ID: 1854db

Oh thank god, that's a load off our mind. Having her dampen the magical signature would probably be a good idea though!

Hmm. Everyone else saw her visual reactions to the stuff... that's kinda vague but it's pretty obvious from her behavior that the bead is special. HOW special wouldn't be obvious... but we can just get some surgery from our boss to implant the thing and keep it safe.
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No. 362697 ID: ca358a

Pektil decided not to buy anything, and just go head out. He hadn't picked a destination yet, but he was pretty much done here so he guessed he would just wander randomly or something. He thanked Frost Mother for all her help and complimented her on her excellent store. She thanked him for doing business with her, and said that she would be pleased to assist him in the future. He walked back past the piles of strange objects, not really thinking about much of anything, when he heard a whispered "psst" from a side-aisle.

Glancing down the avenue between the two massive heaps of objects, he saw the figure he'd noticed with the puzzle before - the humanoid in tattered red robes. He hadn't noticed before, but the figure's hood was just a red sack with no eye holes draped over his head and neck. The heavy, coarse-spun robe also had a large, deep hood that was currently laid in heavy folds against its back. The bottom of the robe was unhemmed and fraying, and Pektil noticed that instead of shoes, the figure had more of the same coarse red cloth wrapped thickly around its apparently plantigrade feet and held in place with twine.

The individual's wide sleeves were similarly tattered, and its hands were covered in more wrappings and twine that formed makeshift gloves.

It had a thick sash of the same material around its waist, and a leather messenger's bag crudely stained red slung over one shoulder.

"Psst," it said again, it's voice high-pitched and odd. It almost sounded like multiple voices speaking in concert.

"I noticed you looking to sell things. If you want to make some money, I have some work that needs doing." Pektil noticed the featureless bag over the creature's head didn't move as it spoke. Pektil considered what his response should be.
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No. 362699 ID: 4b5689

>>362697
A polite declining. Because that seems extremely suspicious and the work might make you end up in a shallow grave somewhere.
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No. 362706 ID: 0ef5d9

This guy seems legit, but pektil does actually have gainful employment and a pile of cash at the moment. On the other hand, its not like he was doing anything else. Hear him out.
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No. 362767 ID: 1854db

>>362697
Ask him what kind of work. You don't want to get involved with anything illegal.
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No. 362878 ID: f80f15

Hear him out but this better be hella good because things are going well for you at the moment.
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No. 363017 ID: d34090

Pektil wasn't just going to mindlessly agree, but he thought the guy might be legit. "What kind of work is it?" Pektil asked, "I don't want to get involved in anything illegal."

The waved both wrapped hands in front of it vehemently. "No, no," it buzzed, "nothing illegal. My people are not," it paused, "treated fair in certain places. We need information that can be gained without harm to you, from somebody like you who isn't connected with us." It reached into the satchel that it wore, revealing a red drawstring pouch that clinked heavily when the figure bounced it up and down on one palm. "The pay is three thousand coins. If you would like to discuss details, we are more than willing to treat you and one guest you trust, if you think such measures are necessary, to dinner at Horn of the Ancients, a good restaurant just down the way." It gestures with one hand toward the boulevard outside. "We are doing nothing illegal, but would prefer confidentiality outside of your guest, if this is acceptable," it continued. "We will make reservations. If you would like to speak further, then meet us in an hour at Horn of the Ancients. This place is somewhat too public for further discussion." With that, it turned toward the pile nearest and began to inspect some of the items.

Pektil walked out of Gearsong, back among the gas lamps and cobblestones of the Dusk district in which it was located. He wasn't sure if he should accept the dinner invitation, although he felt that any place around here would probably be pricey and pretty good. If he did accept, he wasn't sure if he should go alone or take someone with him. He could call anyone whose number he had from any of the information booths, and there was one relatively nearby. Of course, he didn't have a super specific plan, so he was pretty much considering what the best course of action would be.
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No. 363018 ID: 35bcde

>>363017
Seems legit. Let's get some dindin.
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No. 363019 ID: 4b5689

>>363017
See if Sommer wants to come along, her mindreading stuff should be rather useful for figuring out if they're really legit or not.
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No. 363123 ID: 1854db

Hmm. I wonder if Sommer will get off work early enough? Be sure to ask her about if these red-robed guys are dangerous or anything.
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No. 363338 ID: 4dc4f5

>>363123
good idea
how about if sommers cant go invite your boss she might want to have a break too
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No. 363912 ID: 063c28

>>363019
Good call, seconded; a 'sense motive' would be great to have for this.

>>363338
Not sure if she would be very helpful. We don't really have grounds to trust her in the sense of keeping secrets and such, as this seems to need. She'd make it a proper creepiness competition, though.
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No. 364028 ID: 4dc4f5

>>363912
plus your boss wouldnt want her worker disappearing after she just found good help
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No. 370032 ID: 4dc4f5

>>364028
my god its been forever, but aside from that how about sommers she's the best for the job and who knows you might get into her pants. and what exactly would you be eating at this restaurant?
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No. 374375 ID: 83ae92

Pektil decided to go ahead and accept the creature in the red robe's dinner invitation, and ask Sommer to come along with him. Although the thing seemed a little suspicious, Pektil thought it might be a good opportunity to earn some cash. Sommer's mind-reading could help him sus out the true intentions of the guy, to boot, she really was the perfect choice. Of courses, that wasn't the only reason he had asked her - part of him was also a little excited about just going to a nice place with Sommer, and a little nervous too. He called the number for Last Whisper on the information booth, and managed to ask for her when the rather intimidating bartender answered. Soon enough he was explaining the situation to her and asking if she could go with him, and whether or not she knew anything about the mysterious creature that invited him.

"I've never seen anybody like that," she said in her rough, deep voice, "but I can make some discrete inquiries." She paused, replying in an almost coquettish voice, " and I would love to go to dinner with you."

Pektil laughed nervously. Why was he even nervous? There was literally no reason to be nervous!

"Anyway," she said, after an only slightly awkward pause, "I'll meet you there in about 45 minutes." Pektil said goodbye and ended the call.

He was nervous, but didn't really have anything to do besides wait. He wandered into a nearby public bathroom, making sure his overalls weren't stained or too wrinkly, smoothing out his antennae in the mirror. He really thought it would take longer to see if he was presentable, so he wandered back outside, among the eternal dusk and gaslights.

He walked slowly down the gravel lane, taking in the scents of pipe smoke and oil, spiced tea and old stone. He saw the debutantes and distinguished creatures pass him by, searching for their own varied pleasures. He found Horn of the Ancients easily enough - the whole facade was gilded, and the stonework was carved into a monster's gaping maw. The golden horn rose massively above the street, almost reaching the trees on the other side. He sat on a bench across the way from it, watching people walk by or go inside. The doorway was fairly large, and he noticed an occasional dragon or other quadruped go inside. It was a fairly diverse crowd overall, though.

Sommer spotted him before he saw her, but he noticed her walking toward him. She was wearing a thin, white surcoat, like a horse, and a wide scarf of the same shimmering material around her long neck. A net of thin gold chains was draped across her forehead and muzzle, a few others draped across her shoulders and haunches. Some white leather saddlebags were also draped across her back. "Oh Pektil," she said, grinning widely as she bounded up to him, "It's worse than I thought!" she stopped in front of him, gravel spraying in a little fan. She whipped something out of her saddlebag, another white, shimmery garment that had settled over him before he could react. He struggled inside the thing, eventually finding sleeves and a deep hood. The shimmery robes were a bit too long, but Pektil thought he looked pretty bitchin'.

"We have to look presentable. Don't worry about it, it's just something I had laying around," Sommer said quickly before he could ask any questions, looking away and to the side. Pektil pulled the hood back, grinning. "Did you find anything out about the red robe guy?" he asked.

"Not too much," Sommer replied, using her mouth to straighten out the robe, and draping a thin chain across his shoulders. "There are more than one, and it's some kind of group called the Cult of Divine Penetration." She pulled out another chain, wrapping it around his waist. He helped her, finding the little clasps that held them all together. "I know when they first showed up here they had some kind of major run-in with the government, and they aren't allowed to go down on the first floor for any reason, but I don't know why. From what I could gather, most folks think they're weird but harmless." She inspected him, "You look nice," she said, "whats the plan for the meeting?"
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No. 374390 ID: 9d5ba2

Be totally classy and do not at all ask if those robes come from the person Sommer reluctantly vored. Instead compliment her on how totally hot she is looking because she is looking totally hot, but do it while still being CLASSY ok.

Okay plan of attack: these guys are probably super-not-good-news but the important thing is to find out just how bad news they are, and if there's any way we can get anything good out of it without getting everyone we care about divinely penetrated. Maybe come up with a system so Sommer can discretely warn us when she is getting bad vibes on something. Brush her paw against us horizontally for good, vertically for bad. Diagonal for being unsure of stuff. Something discrete that the cultists will totally never notice at all in any way.

There is no way this can go wrong.
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No. 374396 ID: c6ec33

Nothing bad can come from accepting a spy mission from crazy religious types that are already under suspicion from the government. Nothing at all. :>

Explain what little you know of their request to Sommer, if you haven't already, and then propose the following:
- Both of you try to fish for as much information about the job as possible without getting too suspicious (basically focus on the HOW, not so much on the WHY, but dig for WHY if you can)
- Make sure that the job is not TOTES illegal or at least plausibly deniable to another truthsayer if you get caught
- They said that there's no danger to you, but can you really be sure? Try to find out more.
- Have Sommer keep an eye out for lies and other forms of deceit. Maybe have her tap you under the table with her tail if she senses a lie?

ALSO TELL HER SHE LOOKS PRETTY >:C
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No. 374410 ID: 83ae92

Even though Sommer had told him not to worry about it, like, expressly told him that, he couldn't help but wonder where the small robe he was wearing had come from. He decided not to ask her if it was from her reluctant vore victim or not. He'd really rather not think about it. Really rather. "You look totally hot," he shouted instead, giving his best open-mouthed smile. He was pretty sure open-mouthed smiles were an important part of being classy.

Sommer looked sort of distressed for a second, then shook her head and grinned. "Thanks. You look nice too Pektil," she said, her voice low, her face turned to the side.

"Uh," Pektil said, rubbing one foot in the gravel, "Here is my awesome plan. Okay, so, when this guy says something, like, have a paw on my leg under the table, and when he finishes saying his thing, brush her paw against me horizontally for good, vertically for bad. Diagonal for being unsure of stuff. It will be awesome and discrete and the cultists will totally never notice at all in any way."

Sommer looked slightly surprised, "Hey, that's actually a pretty good plan. We'd better get in there - don't wanna be late." He walked next to her, into the gaping stone maw that was the entrace to Horn of the Ancients.

Inside, the room was large and circular. A raised path lead past the maitre d', a rather large dragon with glittering gold scales, and then broke away, either leading up onto the bar raised two thirds of the way to the ceiling and running the circumference of the massive chamber, or down into the lowered pit that was filled with plush yellow booths and gold tables. In the center of the room, elevated half way between the bar and the pit, was a massive stage, hung with rich golden draperies and adorned with a few shiny golden poles of varying thicknesses.

The ceiling was a massive glass dome, tinted gold, with huge groined arches radiating from the center and down the walls. More solid gray stone was visible in the spaces between the tapestries flags and drapes, all gold, that covered most of the walls. The light was dim, and smoky, shot through with golden shafts of light from the stained glass overhead. As a glowing golden pixy lead them down the stairs and to their table, Pektil noticed something else. A massive, ivory horn, slightly curved and covered in ridges, was set in a giant gold ring in the center of the stage. The stage was currently free of any dancers or other attendants, although Pektil noticed that the horn gave off a ghostly white light.

The pixy waved a tiny hand to an overstuffed booth, identical to the others set around and behdin it. Pektil also noticed that the floor of the pit was sloped so that all of the tables had a good view of the stage. The creature he'd met earlier was already seated, and Pektil sat across the table from him. Sommer layed on the big plush pillow next to him. One of her forepaws was set surrepitously on his thigh. It's weight and warmth were comforting.

The red-robed figure buzzed out his greeting, and nodded to Sommer. "Thank you for accepting my invitation. Please, I have taken the liberty of ordering a decanter of wine. The meal is my treat, so indulge yourself." The menue in front of him was varied, but all of the dishes had meat of some kind. There were also many strange wines and liqors, some more than fifty gold a glass. Pektil hadn't even seen the waiter pour the wine, from the decanter he also hadn't noticed being set there, but there was a glass of it in front of him, and a little dish in front of Sommer. He wasn't sure exactly how to break the ice with the creature, or what he should ask. He knew he was mostly concerned with the job being sort of plausibly deniably legal and not really dangerous, and he probably needed to figure out how he was supposed to do the thing. He figured the guy might be evasive as to why he was on this mission.
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No. 374421 ID: 9d5ba2

Don't get down to business right away. This is a classy restaurant, and you are being interviewed to be, like, a classy super-agent spy. You don't rush into these things! Make some small talk first. Maybe ask him about the restaurant! Try not to make it look like you're investigating him too much tho! Don't start grilling him about every little detail, at least right away.

It might be best to let him think you're stupid and easily manipulated because you totally know you aren't. That way, through Sommer, you can see how much he's willing to try and lie and manipulate to you, and from there, we can see how terribly untrustworthy he is.
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No. 374424 ID: 9d5ba2

Oh and also don't order anything too expensive. Don't go for the free breadsticks but when this invariably turns out to be super-shady and we turn it down, we don't want to have ordered the most expensive things on the menu right before turning down his offer.

Because exploiting these shady guys for a really expensive meal couldn't possibly be a bad idea (it so is).
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No. 374426 ID: c6ec33

At that moment, the audience quieted slightly, many heads and eyes turning toward the stage, as a slightly meaty and voluptuous anthropomorphic Goblin Shark Babe made her way onto it...
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No. 374606 ID: c2c011

>>374410
Ask if he would recommend anything, so hard to know what is actually good in these kinds of places.

Then I guess you should maybe wait until around the dessert to start talking buisness. You could try to talk about current events or stuff that's useful for a newcomer to know during the meal.

Oh, and try to avoid getting a tableknocking stiffy from Sommer caressing your thigh.
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No. 374623 ID: 83ae92

Pektil decided that the classy thing to do would be to enjoy the meal before he got right down to business. He needed to show this thing that he would be such an awesome choice for super secret spy. He could be classy. He totally could. Super classy.

Of course, he wouldn't try to be too sneaky. If he let the guy think he wasn't all that bright, then the guy would possibly let things slip. Plus, Sommer's psychic powers would really let him know how much bullshit the guy was slinging his way. He took a sip of his wine. It was spiced and warm, and slid down his throat like a gentle caress. He took another sip, feeling the alcohol work its way down from his stomach, running tingling tendrils through his limbs. "You'll have to uh, excuse me," Pektil said, using his classiest voice, "I don't eat at places like this too often. What do you recommend?"

"I think the Chicken Cutlets Basciole with Lemon Pepper Cappellini is maybe good," it buzzed. "I do not need to eat, so am not so great at choosing a dish, perhaps." It shrugged beneath its robes in what Pektil assumed was a nonchalant way. "Anyway, we have appetizer, then soup, then main course, then dessert. A proper meal."

Glancing at the prices, Pektil got the unsubtle hint that these fellows at least had money. Sommer's paw rubbed horizontally across his leg, although Pektil wasn't sure what that meant exactly. Maybe that the guy was being good-natured about the whole dinner thing. When the wait-thing came, a slight, spindly golden armature in the vague shape of a person whose whole body vibrated for speech, they had picked out their courses. Sommer also asked for water.

"So, what's the deal with this place anyway?" Pektil asked, "It's really uh, interesting-looking."

"Don't know," the cultist answered, "It is fancy, people like it. Staff is very discrete."

Sommer rubbed horizontally across his leg again. Maybe it was the atmosphere or the wine, but the gentle brush of her paw was causing a reaction in him. Entirely physiological. A sort of tingling in his groin.

"Actually," Sommer said, seemingly unaware of the issue she was causing with his boner, "I know a little about this place," she lapped a few times from her little bowl of wine, unsure if she should keep speaking. Neither Pektil nor the cultist said anything, so she continued after a moment of awkward silence. "The horn in the center of the stage belongs to a massive monster, a behemoth, that was slain by some uh, bipeds through trickery on some other world. Its followers were saddened, because the creature was harmless, just big and scary, and they brought its skull here. The behemoth's spirit still lives inside its skull, and it decided to open up a restaurant," She paused again, glancing from one to the other, "A lot of ferals come here," she mumbled.

Pektil found his soup in front of him, although he didn't notice the waiter at all, as the cultist broke the silence. "That is a good story," it buzzed, "It is like us in a lot of ways." Sommer rubbed horizontally across his thigh slowly a few times. He felt his dong slowly swelling between his belly fur and the overalls he was still wearing under the robe. Before the cultist could continue, the other diners quieted slightly, although before then Pektil hadn't even really been aware of the whisper of conversation or gentle tinkling of dinnerware. Pektil saw many diners turn toward the stage as an eight foot voluptuous anthropomorphic goblin shark girl made her way onto it. She was totally nude, her mottled pinkish skin glowing under the white light from the horn, and her body moved with a seductive rippling, almost as if she were still under the dark ocean. The cultist continued, and Pektil wasn't sure whether or not he should listen to what was possibly going to be a very boring story, or watch what was definitely an extremely large-breasted female do something probably really interesting.
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No. 374626 ID: c2c011

>>374623
Boring story is probably more important, and it at least seems like the cultist dudes thinks they're doing the right thing. Or well, harmless thing anyway.

Hmm, might be a bit rude to ask it, but I guess you could inquire a bit into how come he can't really enjoy food anymore and if that has anything to do with the cult.
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No. 374635 ID: 9f73fe

Horizontal meant "Good" or at least "Not suspicious" so so far things actually seem on the level.

Of course since this thing doesn't need to eat and has some weird ways of referring to itself maybe it's some kind of hive monster or a robot or something and Sommer's psychic senses just aren't strong/complicated enough to penetrate/understand it so don't get too complacent!

You are already going to get superboners from this awesome plan that is going exactly perfectly so try to ignore the hot sex show and pay attention to the cultist because this is probably super important. Let him say what he wants and goad him to say it! See how far he's willing to divulge without you having to start interrogating him!

And don't think too much about how awesome it would be if Sommer started touching your boner under the table because she's psychic and that would be totally unclassy if she knew you were thinking about that ok. Stay classy that is the most important thing.
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No. 374654 ID: 83ae92

The shark on the stage wrapped her long tail around the side of the horn, which sent out a cascade of dancing lightning and gleaming white sparks on contact. She ran one finger across the side of the horn, crackling power running down her arm and discharging into the air. The golden light dimmed, the white glow of the horn casting harsh shadows, as another figure sauntered onto the stage from the deepening shadows of the pit. A slender quadrupedal dragon with white and cream scales, long erection bobbing slickly between his hind legs. Pektil tore his eyes away as the shark lady lifted her heavy tail, pressing her breasts against the horn in a shower of sparks.

Pektil hadn't even noticed that his empty soup bowl had been replaced by his entree, which smelled delicious.

"We came here for peace, to penetrate all things," the cultist began, and Pektil reluctantly listened, "We came to penetrate all things, to pierce barrier and open wide orifices of existence. Is to make always the way open! But no, here, they let everyone be free but tell us always no. We do only what the others do, but always misunderstood. Kept away." Pektil sighed in boredom, trying not to focus on the firm, rythmic horizontal rubbing on his thigh, or the increasingly loud snarls and moans of pleasure coming from the stage. His boner, however, was pretty deadset on not ignoring these things, and he felt his own stiff dickmeat pressed against his abdomen, trapped uncomfortably between his body and the denim overalls. Oh man, if his boner had gone down his leg instead Sommer would probably be rubbing it right now. It twitched. Pektil shook his head, trying to clear the bonerthoughts from his mind. He noticed Sommer was strangely silent, eyes fixed on the stage.

"So uh, you can't eat things? That's uh, because of the cult thing?" He tried to keep the cultist talking. It was apparently pretty passionate about this whole thing.

"Yes," it's choral, buzzing voice replied, "but it is not a thing any of us miss. Changes are a glory that happens. Still, though, all we need from you is information, very simple. All you would do is carry magic stone, and work job at big gathering on first floor, then give magic stone back to us when job is done. Pay is three thousand coins, and is not dangerous to you. You just carry drinks to guests at party. simple, safe."

Sommer continued to rub horizontally across his leg. The cultist either honestly believed what it was saying, or had some method of preventing Sommer from reading its thoughts. "What is all this about penetration and stuff? I'm not doing anything criminal, right?"

"Ours is always to penetrate, to open wide. We glory in penetration, but they do not let us act freely. We are forbidden from going to first floor, but no law about us paying someone to go instead. You seem to not have ties to anything, so maybe you do this for us. Magic stone is just recording thing, to take data."

Pektil felt more horizontal leg rubbing. He felt flush and a little dizzy from the wine, his boner hot against his fur. He tried to readjust, but it only rubbed his cock against the strained denim. At least no one could see.
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No. 374655 ID: 9c7c3b

Sounds legit. Do it. Maybe later you can tease Sommer about being so focused on the show.
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No. 374658 ID: 9f73fe

Ask him what data it's gathering. This really doesn't sound all that terrible, but we might as well see if we're allowed to know what's going on.

If he's reluctant to tell, well, see if Sommer thinks his reluctance is suspicious or not. This sounds like it's really not so bad at all which clearly means it is going to be terrible but I don't see any reason to turn things down right now.

Man if the guy started being shady Sommer would have to rub her paw up and down and that'd mean it'd probably bump against your boner it would almost be great if this turned out to be a scam huh.

At least that's what you'd be thinking if you weren't classy and professional. But you are so classy and suave and not at all thinking about this nonstop right? Right.
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No. 374666 ID: c6ec33

Ask more about the plan to serve drinks at a party. Figure out what your role would be. See if there's any particular information they're after. Isn't the first floor mostly Macro stuff anyways? How would serving drinks there work, exactly?

Also, as interesting as their religion sounds, it MIGHT not be good to ask too much. Plausible deniability and all that!

And whatever you do, try not to think of the fact that Sommer is empathic and totally knows that you're horny. Try not to imagine the possibility that she has a total girlboner from being around you and watching the action on stage. Try not to get distracted by the action on stage. And WHATEVER you do, try to avoid thinking about the possibility that she's intentionally teasing you with her rubbing. And NEVER EVEN THINK about how nice it would be to go back to her place and... you get the picture.
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No. 374667 ID: c2c011

>>374654
Ask a bit more about his cults believes and practices. They seem rather focused on penetrating things and opening up orifices. Would be nice to hear if they do other stuff.

Oh and ask a bit about what sort of party it would be. Could be good to know if you're going to have to wear a weird outfit or anything like that.
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No. 374696 ID: 6ba8b3

Okay, yeah. Sommer isin't paying any attention so no help from there.

3000 for a job a bum could do. 50 and they could pick anybody and buy their silence to boot if that's an issue. Less even.

Really, what do they want for that sum. If it's not illegal or horribly dangerous then what? Is it down payment for future endeavours with them or would it end in something bad (good in their point of view) happening to everyone and it's payment to quell your concience? At least tell who you're screwing over for this? It's not like you have a lot of opportunities like this but at least you would like to know what part of your morals you should be drowning in coins.
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No. 374823 ID: 32e092

Get Sommer's attention by asking how she likes her food, then ask about what the data is/why they want it.
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No. 374906 ID: 1854db

That seems like a totally reasonable job.

NOW LOOK AT THE STAGE THE STAGE THE STAGE
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No. 374975 ID: 83ae92

It seemed like an OK deal, although Pektil didn't think it would hurt to find out more, and Sommer was there to let him know if things were shady, Sommer, whose heavy paw was still pressed on his thigh, mere inches from his boner. If it was something shady, she'd have to rub right maybe into it, and oh she certainly seemed interested in what was on stage, and she had to know he was... Pektil shook his head quickly. He didn't want to think about what Sommer's empathy may or may not be picking up. He hoped she was paying attention - she seemed kind of distracted. "Hey Sommer, how's your food?" he asked, trying to get her to focus on the cultist and not on the stage, or his raging erection, if that's even a thing she was focusing on. Oh what if she was? What if she was getting excited because of ... Pektil shook his head again. He really really wished she wasn't psychic sometimes. He didn't catch her reply, but she was only occasionally glancing up at the stage. The stage from which moans were loudly emanating.

"So uh, what is the data that it collects?" Pektil asked.

"Just things anyone good at magic could tell. Data we want."

Another horizontal rub, although it had a hint of diagonal at the end. Of course, no surprise there. Pektil knew they wanted to keep secrets. They weren't going to tell him what they wanted the information for. If he kept prying they might not want to hire him at all.

"So, can you tell me more about the job? I thought it was mostly macro stuff down there. Do I heave to wear anything silly?"

"Big event," the cultist buzzed, "but not macro-big. Important people there. We provide uniform for you, and you are waitstaff. Take drink orders, pass little sandwiches. Very simple."

More horizontal rubbing. Pektil's boner was almost painfully hard, straining against the denim. He just had to Not Think about what Sommer may or may not already know. And how much he'd like to...

"It's not a weird outfit is it?" he said, trying to take his mind off of ... that thing he was just thinking about.

"Tuxedo-thing. Very simple."

Another horizontal rub.

"That's the other thing, this seems like a whole lot of money for something so simple." Pektil said.

"Because you will not tell anyone that you are with us. That we paid you. You must be quiet about who you are collecting for, or that you are collecting anything other than drink orders and empty cups. Money is for silence." it buzzed.

Sommer rubbed rapidly in horizontal strokes across his thigh. Her claw accidentally brushed the edge of one of his testicles. He twitched.

Without Pektil noticing, his entree was gone and a creamy confection on a little dish had been set in front of him.

"Anyway, no more questions," the cultist continued, "Do you take the job or do we find someone else?"
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No. 374976 ID: c6ec33

Take the job. Nothing bad can come of this ever!

Now, with that out of the way, you can FINALLY pay more attention to what's on-stage... and Sommer. >___>

Focusing on what's on stage will TOTALLY take your mind off all the embarrassing thoughts you're having about her. TOTALLY. I mean, it's not like you can just ask to spend the night at her place and expect anything to happen after watching a sex show where you're both horny out of your minds...
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No. 374977 ID: b738b4

3000 for the job and our silence, eh? Yeah, take it. Get the when and where they'll hand the outfit and magic stone over and when and how they'll pay you afterwards.

Though, what about Sommer? She's been listening the whole time. What about her silence? Nothing bad will happen to her 'cause of this, right? Right?!
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No. 374980 ID: 1854db

>>374975
Sounds fine, really. Let's do it. And look at the staaaaaaage
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No. 375005 ID: a3fa3a

There's no way this won't go bad but maybe it won't go so bad to not be worth it, so let's do it. We're gonna get so huge from this, and I don't mean the boner that Sommer is almost masturbating for you.
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No. 375020 ID: 1854db

Also try not to jizz in your pants (it'll happen anyway though I bet)
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No. 375094 ID: bdf35e

>>374975

>creamy confection

Tread carefully.
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No. 375113 ID: 83ae92
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"I'll take the case!" Pektil said, giving the cultist his classiest thumbs-up/wink combination. "My friend's cool too, right?" he asked.

"We will assume that leaked information concerning us comes from you," the cultist said, a strangely threatening undercurrent it its tone. It dropped a handful of glittering gemstones on the little tray with the cheque, which was expertly whisked away by the waiter Pektil hadn't noticed standing nearby. The cultist then slid a red leather bag across the table to Pektil. "Here is five hundred gold. Enclosed is also an address. Meet a man there in eighty hours to recieve the uniform and further instructions. Thank you for assisting us."

Sommer was licking a spot of whipped cream off the corner of her nostril, apparently having enjoyed her own confection. Pektil took the tiny fork and scrutinized his before taking a bite. It was farily delicious, if you're into really good pastries. When he glanced up at the stage, though, it looked like the show was coming to a close. Or, had already come. Somebody had certainly come somewhere. The horn itself was glowing but dimly, pulsing slowly instead of the previous steady glow. Pektil could make out the large male dragon and female shark anthro in the shadows, as well as an obviously female dragon, exhausted and dripping with fluids, with a male anthropormic viper fish collapsed against her flank.

All of the participants were panting and flushed, writhing slowly with satisfied gasps as the curtains slowly lowered. The cultist rose, heading toward the exit. Sommer shrugged, moving her paw off of his thigh and stretching slowly. "I guess we'd better go too," she said. Pektil shrugged and slid out of the booth. They walked slowly outside, Sommer staying just even with Pektil. Beneath the gaslamps, under the gently waving trees, they saw the cultist disappearing into the crowd that slowly meandered down the lane.

"Oh uh, thanks for inviting me," Sommer said, "I know it was business and stuff, but I still had a good time." She turned slowly, as if to walk away, although she glanced back over her shoulder at Pektil.
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No. 375114 ID: c2c011

>>375113
Thank her for coming along and ask her if she would like some coffee or a light snack or something, your treat as thanks for her coming along. Oh, and ask her how the show was with a wink.
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No. 375156 ID: 9f72e6

Like, at least ask if she wants you to walk her home. At least.

Try not to, like, think about any ulterior motives, like using your raging boner on her, because, you know, she's psychic, and she'd totally know.

Unless you think she might be into that in which case still just ask to walk her home but totally give a huge WINK inside your head. Just keep it a classy wink.
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No. 375157 ID: 1854db

I honestly want to know what was happening on stage, no implications required. And thank her for coming, we felt safer with her there. Say maybe after we do the job and get the upgrade, she'll feel safer with us around instead? Though I guess we were planning to go back home after we got huge. Feels a bit sad to be leaving a friend behind, though.

Ask her if she was uh, looking at your mind at all during that.
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No. 375181 ID: 4dc4f5

>>375113
""Oh uh, thanks for inviting me," Sommer said, "I know it was business and stuff, but I still had a good time." She turned slowly, as if to walk away, although she glanced back over her shoulder at Pektil."

that my good sirs is a motherfucking in, tap that ass soon

>> seriously though say it was no problem and thank her again for coming, in the mean time go back to work just incase
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No. 375182 ID: c6ec33

PEKTIL. You must be suave and smooth and stuff. The night is young, and you have a fair lady and friend to accompany!

I agree that perhaps suggesting that you could walk back home with her is probably a GOOD PLAN.

ALSO, you should conversify with her! For example: "I'm glad you had fun. I'm sorry I missed the show, though - it looked like you, uh, enjoyed it." Etc.!

And don't think about the fact that she probably remembers how goddamn horny you were.

But anyways, might as well ask her about her feelings on the job at SOME point. You know. When it wouldn't ruin the moment. And prevent you from getting laid. :V
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No. 375320 ID: b738b4

In a silly, overly posh manner ask the fine lady Sommer if she would deign to accompany you on a relaxing promenade through the Dusk district. Perhaps to a coffee house for after-dinner refreshments and conversation.
Hopefully one that sells peppermint tea; That big meal isn't sitting so well in your tiny Mok frame. Uh, don't mention that last bit. Stifle a burp.
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No. 375339 ID: 2bf03d

Just then, a man wearing a labcoat with spiky hair and a bulging eye runs by, holding a large beeping suitcase while being chased by a pair of humanoids in dark clothing.
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No. 375486 ID: 4c07c6

"Hey, uh, wait up," Pektil said, trotting after her, "I uh, do you want me to walk you home?" he asked.

"Oh, uh, sure, I guess," Sommer said, looking away, "If you want to."

"Yeah, uh," Pektil let the sentence die a slow, awkward death, not really sure of how to resuscitate it.

"So," Pektil asked, "What did you think of the guy and the job?"

Sommer shrugged, "I don't know. He believed in what he was saying. I don't really like the authorities at all. Anyway, I believe it's not dangerous to you. Maybe it'll be fun. You can be a cute little spy in a tiny tuxedo."

Pektil laughed. "Oh uh, do you need the robes back?" he asked.

"Nah, uh, go ahead and hang on to it," Sommer said. "I can tell you if I need it back or something. I'll come pick it up later."

They walked for a little while in silence, shoulder to shoulder past the classy gentlemen and well-dressed ladies. "Uh," Pektil said, saying the first thing that came to mind, "So like, what happened in the show? I wasn't really paying a ton of attention to it, but like, uh, you seemed to be enjoying it." Pektil did a sort of haphazard grin because he wasn't sure exactly how much suavity he should inject into the statement. The end result was more of a grimace with one eyebrow raised awkwardly. Fortunately Sommer wasn't exactly looking at his face. They made their way to the elevators and down some powered walkways, approaching Sommer's district. The awkward silence had done wonders on his boner, reducing it to just the slightest bit of chub.

"Oh uh," Sommer began, her rough voice quiet, "It was a, uh, a sex thing. With the bipeds, uhm," she trailed off, glancing at the ceiling, the storefronts, pretty much anywhere but Pektil, "you know, with the ferals. And the whole time the horn is glowing and sparking and stuff. The Bernyon, the, uh, behemoth can feel the sexual energy from like, the people in the place, and like, taste what they taste and stuff. I uh, I tried to get a job there before. Uh. Because, you know, it's very feral-friendly and stuff. But like, I just wanted to be a waiter or a bartender or something and they said I didn't have hands and stuff but I could, you know, perform, but, like, uh, I didn't really want to do that." Pektil imagined that if she wasn't covered in fur, she'd be blushing. Actually he imagined she'd mostly be composed entirely of blush. Like a beet, or a cranberry. Maybe like a cherry or a tomato. Maybe. Probably one of those little tomatoes, though. Those things are adorable.

"Haha but yeah the food was really good but oh look we're at my place I should probably get to bed I sure did have a rough day," Sommer said, hurrying up the steps to her brownstone.

"You didn't uh, see anything I was thinking did you," Pektil asked as the door was rapidly closing.

"Catch up with you later!" Sommer growled roughly, slamming the door behind her.

Just as well, Pektil thought. He was supposed to see Miss Priesmyer this evening anyway, or told her he was going to go back anyway. He could ask her about the bead. The bead surgery thing. He didn't know how he felt about Sommer. She was really nice to him, and he liked her, and he thought she liked him too. It was just, he felt bad for her. He didn't really think she had a lot of friends. He knew what that was like, growing up without parents, alone in the caves. The other Moks had always shunned him. That's why he'd come here in the first place. Of course, he wasn't sure there was anybody back home who even wanted his protection. Sommer had blown him off earlier this evening, but in the end she'd come out with him anyway. He didn't know whether that was a good sign or not. He'd never been very good with the ladies. Or the guys for that matter. Really pretty much anyone. A sort of gloom settled over him as he walked back toward the Dusk district. He wasn't sure if he should go back to Miss Priesmyer right away or whether he should go somewhere else. Judging by his pocket watch, it was close to 'evening' for him.
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No. 375525 ID: 32e092

Head back to Priesmyer. No need to cut things close; we got a lot done and can spend some time relaxing in routine.
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No. 375532 ID: f21b0e

Go to see Priesmyer, then if you're not too tired, stop by Sommer's. She seemed like she had something on her mind.
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No. 375545 ID: b738b4

Pektil, this thing between you and Sommer, it's just you're both socially messed-up. You've been an outcast for a long time, and she's a feral in a place that has few options for her kind. Few non-demeaning, non-sexual options, that is. You heard what she said after you asked about the stage show. Tread softly, and take it slow, buddy.

As for what to do right now, swing by an info kiosk. Ask what's at that address the cultist gave you, and where it is. Just in case you need to rush there later. Mentally check your job schedule and see if it overlaps when you have to meet up with the contact.
Head back to your rented "room" and stash your cash. Carrying this much is just begging to be mugged. Keep about 50 on yourself for walking-around money. Then take inventory of what you've got, and figure out where to go from there.

Oh, and make a mental note to buy some clean bedding. Maybe a sleeping bag. 'Cause that mattress... Ew. You're not sleeping on that. Ever. Period.
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No. 375549 ID: c2c011

>>375486
Go and get Ms Priesmyer taken care of, after taht we can figure out other stuff.
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No. 375626 ID: 4c07c6

Pektil decided to go back to his room and talk to Miss Priesmyer. Anyway, he could ask her about the surgery and the bead. He probably shouldn't be carrying all these valuables on him anyway. On his way back to the Dusk district, he stopped by an information kiosk to check out the meeting location. It looked like it was an alley between two stores in a normal mall district, he could probably find it pretty easily if he needed to. He also made sure it wouldn't conflict with work. The meeting was after his work, and he was supposed to take a work period off every five 'days,' so it should actually coincide with his 'day' off. 'Well, that certainly worked out in an extremely convenient fashion,' he though to himself in a satisfied manner.

He thought about Sommer too. He didn't really understand what she had said before about being raised to be a bodyguard and having a trainer and stuff, but he guessed things could be hard for her around here, what with not having any hands and all. He guessed he'd gotten along pretty well for being an outsider, but for being a native it sure did seem that a lot of sexual stuff made her uncomfortable. He guessed he'd better just take it slow.

As he walked through the dusk district, he noticed a store selling adventuring gear and decided to get himself a pillow and a sleeping bag. It wasn't that he didn't trust Miss Priesmyer's bed, but the sheets looked old and threadbare. Plus he could use it other places if he needed to. It cost him 105 coins, but he got good, comfortable stuff.

He opened the door at the back of the public bathroom and walked into the Machine area. The noises seemed more subdued than normal, the lights dimmer. He spotted his "room" soon enough. There was a little desklamp on the floor next to the mattress. Miss Priesmyer must have put it there after he left. It was a turnip-shaped porcelain thing with a crack in it, but it cast a warm circle of orange light around the room. It was the first time he noticed how dark the area was, or maybe it had been lighter when she showed it to him. Anyway, he was glad to have it, and used its light to stow his stuff in the lockbox. He took of Sommer's robe and his overalls, and slipped his tunic back on while he sorted his belongings. He figured he should carry maybe fifty coins for walking around money, but he should probably keep the rest here. he had 2,525 in coin, assuming the small, shiny coins that the cultist had given him were worth 50 each, and that the pouch that Frost Mother gave him had the 1,500 she said she paid for his potion. 2,500 coin was a lot of money. The huge treatments would only cost 2,100 to get to the size he'd wanted. Actually, he should probably go do that, he thought. Go live out his dream and finish his quest. Go back home to his people.

Well, maybe not just yet. The 500 was for the job he was supposed to do, and he should probably do that before he left. Of course, they would be getting a uniform for a normal-sized mok, so being huge when he went to do the job would just ruin the whole thing. Yeah, he'd better hold off for at least until the job was done. Then he could start thinking about it.

His reverie was interrupted by a burst of static from Miss Priesmyer's speaker. He hadn't even heard her walking up on him! She started talking, but she was too surprised to really catch what it was. She was wearing a worn out old housecoat. At one point it may have been red or pink, but it had faded into an off-white, although the big fluffy cuffs and hem still had a bit of color, and it was liberally decorated with holes and stains. The garment was entirely useless - Miss Priesmyer wore it open, so it did nothing to cover her breasts or her crotch. She stood near the showerhead framing one corner of his room, although she had not yet stepped 'inside.' "Back for the eventing?" her speaker hissed.

"Oh uh, yeah, I guess," Pektil said. He guessed he should ask her about the surgery. He wasn't sure if there was anything else he wanted to talk with her about.
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No. 375643 ID: c2c011

>>375626
Ask how skilled the local surgeons are and if they could implant something the size of the bead safely and comfortably. I guess maybe you should also ask about fulfilling dreams that are within reach of fulfilling, if it's awesomely satisfying or if it can also be a bit sucky?
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No. 375729 ID: 4dc4f5

>>375626
in my opinion, your size doesnt matter to sommers, and sommers doesnt care about your size.

the quest to get larger might be less important then finding someone for pektil to (like, love, marry) which originally was his issue, always never being around them caused him to be a cast away
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No. 375820 ID: b738b4

>>375643
Seconding asking about surgeons in the Mall. Specifically ones that could implant your resurrection bead quickly, safely, and, above all, discreetly. Don't want anybody knowing you're walking around with this inside your body. Better get it magically masked too.

As for the hugeness treatment... Well, do you really think your fellow moks would react well to an eight foot tall mok showing up out of the blue? Especially one with over-sized, ahem, "equipment." ...Yeah, not so well.

Anyway, you've got a job here and now for someone of your stature, and a job lined up where they're expecting you to be regular mok sized. It's not like you're in any rush to get huge. There's time.
Maybe you could look into more expensive hugeness treatments later. They might have ones with variable size.
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No. 375885 ID: 1854db

>>375626
Ask what she just said. ...I wonder if she's trying to seduce you.

Also weren't we going to like, ask someone about ways to enhance our stamina so that we don't orgasm like immediately when having sex?
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No. 375969 ID: 4c07c6

Pektil tried not to think about what would happen later. He'd have to make some hard decisions after the spy mission, he guessed.

"Oh uh, did you say something? I didn't catch it," Pektil asked, focusing alternately on the corpse white skin and cold steel of the cyborg.

Miss Priesmyer leaned against the oxidized pipe that supported the showerhead. Her cluster of tentacles and armatures coiling around it like writhing snakes. She leaned against it, her metal hip clanging loudly on contact. "Nothing important," her speaker hissed, "You just seemed to be considering a problem of some kind. I was curious as to its nature."

"So, uh, I actually had something to ask you," Pektil said, scooting a little further away from her across the bed. He hoped she wasn't trying to seduce him, "I uh, you have, uh..."

her tentacles continued to writhe around the shower pole, and she tapped one hoof against the back of the other with sharp, metallic clicks. Her other arm clicked as she raised it to her near-featureless faceplate, tapping what would be her chin thoughtfully with one long finger, "Go on," she said sternly, "Stuttering is unseemly."

"Uh, a lot of surgery. You have a lot of uh, robot parts and things. I was thinking about getting a surgery to uh, get this bead implanted-"

She quickly let go of the pole, reaching the bedside in a single bounding step. She crouched in front of him in a flash, her metal thighs hissing with a release of pneumatic pressure. "Well, let me see it then," she said. Pektil thought he heard a hint of excitement in her distorted, warbling voice.

"It's, uh, a resurrection thing," Pektil said, retrieving the bead, "I need the surgery to be quick, safe, and really discrete, but I've got some cash..." Pektil couldn't help staring at her spread vagina, positioned almost exactly at eye level and completely unconcealed by the drab, ratty housecoat. It looked slick, damp and clammy like the rest of her skin, gray and mottled on the inside. He glanced quickly up to her white breasts and perky gray nipples, also damp with what he hoped was sweat. He'd never been this close to her, her metal tentacles snaking across his sleeping bag as if they had a mind of their own. He'd never noticed the smell - stale sweat, machine oil, metal and a faint sickly-sweet odor, like rotting meat.

"I would be delighted to do the surgery for you, Pektil," she said, shifting position so that her metal thighs pressed deeply into the mattress. At least now he couldn't see her vagina. Well, he could sort of see the top of it if he tried. She flipped her hand in what would be a feminine gesture if not for the rapid, jerky movement and series of clicks as she continued, "You see, I was created to perform surgery. Well, primarily anyhow, for that purpose. I suppose you could use the word 'transformed' instead of 'created,' but it is of little difference. Whatever I was before I became myself was almost entirely erased in the process." Her staticky voice betrayed no emotion he could discern as she spoke. These were matter-of-fact, commonplace pieces of information, "These things," she raised a variety of saws, clamps, little torches and needles from the mass of tentacles that made up her left arm, "are surgical tools, although they work quite well as mechanic's tools. Really, the two fields are very similar to one another. Especially in my case, and the case of the subjects that I was made to operate on." She paused, leaning closer to Pektil, the pressure plates in the fingers and palm clicking as her metal arm made another deep depression in the mattress. He noticed the reddish-purple flesh where the metal joined the organic parts of her body, the mass of scars and tiny, moving devices that covered her bald scalp. He could hear the rubber breathing ports on her back sucking in and exhaling air rhythmically, her chest barely moving as she breathed.

"I would gladly perform the surgery on you, free of charge, as long as you agree to my terms. Although my old life was rather tragic, I do miss some parts of it, and get very few opportunities to relive the bits I did enjoy." She paused, shiny metal tentacles and armatures snaking across her thigh, almost touching his feet, drawing back slowly when they came too close. "Do not be concerned - I am a professional, after all. Although I would be," she paused, "disappointed, it would not affect our business relationship if you were to deny me a mutually beneficial bit of fun."
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No. 375979 ID: c2c011

>>375969
Ask for a bit of more information about the terms and the surgery. Would be good to know what she's going to do and how she's going to do it. Knowing wheter or not the terms involve getting any other work done so that she can fulfill her original function or something like that. If it only involves sexings then it should be fine.
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No. 375985 ID: 10d022

Oh, well, what the hell. Why not. As long as it's not anything too kinky.
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No. 375988 ID: 4dc4f5

>>375969
>>free surgery
>>sex
>>add on condition(try to be really sutble with it) of getting her to wash somehow or she may do that automatically hopefully
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No. 375997 ID: c6ec33

As long as she's not going to remove most of your limbs and turn you into little more than a living dildo hidden in a closet somewhere, this might be a good deal!

Besides, Pektil, you can't stop staring at her creepy girly bits. Maybe knowing what it's actually LIKE inside would let you get over that issue? >___>

FOR SCIENCE!
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No. 375998 ID: b457f2

Agree to whatever she wants unconditionally.
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No. 376007 ID: 32e092

Go for it once she confirms that there will be no significant changes, aesthetic or otherwise, made to you in the process of implanting it—and that she knows how to and will use appropriate pain-prevention measures.
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No. 376016 ID: 4c07c6

Pektil was vaguely uncomfortable. He did keep staring at her naughty parts though. Maybe the sexy times would be good for him. Clear his head. Give him some focus. "Okay, sure. I guess tell me what's going to happen first if you feel like it," he said. Pektil wasn't all that worried for some reason. "As long as it's not gonna like, mess me up or something," Pektil continued. He was feeling pretty glib about the whole thing.

"Ah, excellent," Miss Priesmyer said with a burst of static. She stood up slowly with a mechanical pneumatic wine. "Attend!" she slammed the back of her hand against the mysterious pipe nearby. The loud, reverberating clang quickly disappeared into the vast darkness around them. "At some point after you have gone to sleep, I will return. You will likely wake up slightly before I reach your bed. You will hide under the covers. Don't say anything. Eye contact is acceptable if it is sufficiently meek. Sounds, or noises are acceptable if they are not words. Distressed noises are preferred. I will climb on top of you. You may attempt to struggle or fight back. This will, obviously, do no good. I will hold you down and undress you with my surgical tools. If you do not want to be undressed, then please remove your clothing beforehand, as it will be destroyed in the process. I will speak to you, but do not respond. Under no circumstances should you attempt to lick, kiss, or touch me in a caring or what you consider to be erotic manner. That would make things weird, and ruin the scenario for me. At this point, I will anesthetize you and begin performing the surgery. Parts of your body will be numb, but you will remain conscious. You will not feel pain, although you will feel an uncomfortable pinching sensation. I may choose to mount you, although if I do you will not feel it, or be aware of it. I will satisfy myself and complete the surgery. There will be a small incision beneath your ribs, but it will require only a few stitches. Any other incisions will be extremely minor, for the purpose of injecting chemicals. They will require no further treatment. Nothing will be removed from you, and nothing will be inserted other than the bead, which should be placed somewhere nearby. At this point, I will leave, perhaps gracing you with a tender gesture of some kind. Under no circumstances should you respond in kind or say anything to me. Whimpering is appropriate." She had stood stock still the whole time, her body in an attitude of readiness.

He heard her machinery whine as she took a step to the left, slowly pacing the perimeter of the room. Her hand and tentacles were folded behind her back, armatures and tools spilling across what Pektil appreciated to be a rather toned ass beneath the ratty house coat. He noticed the fuzz from the collar and cuffs drifting gently down around her as she paced with sharp, precise steps. "Remember," she continued, "No speaking, whining and noises are acceptable. No friendly touching, although struggling is appropriate if you choose, and under no circumstances should you attempt to kiss any part of my body, Understood?"

Pektil opened his mouth to speak, but she turned sharply, striking the concrete with an echoing crack of her hoof. "Excellent. I will see you at an undetermined time this evening. Make yourself ready."

She stalked quickly away, disappearing into the gloom before Pektil could ask any questions. He huddled inside of his sleeping bag, wondering how to prepare himself. Maybe he should just run.
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No. 376017 ID: c6ec33

Yep, absolutely nothing wrong happening here! :D

Pektil, you were BORN for this acting job! You get a free surgery AND you get to act like the weakling you are inside! It's PERFECT.

Also, SCIENCE!
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No. 376020 ID: b457f2

That sounds totally legit and pretty hot. Go along with it exactly and do not ruin it for her. Make sure to not show any affection at all during the whole deal and just act all afraid instead.

Don't screw this up like you did with Hacke >:C
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No. 376021 ID: 3d1c2e

Well this is a thing. I guess you'd better prepare for your appointment at 'an undetermined time this evening.'

Go and get yelled at by someone, to put you in a sad and downtrodden mood. Just what the doctor ordered.
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No. 376022 ID: c2c011

>>376016
You should probably sleep naked, or at least wear something you're ok with her destroying, possibly your old tunic. Would probably make her a bit more happy. A shame you don't have any tights or something. Hmm, might be a decent idea to go out a buy a cheap pyjamas or something for the occasion. After that I guess it's time to sleep.

And while the whole deal is probably going to be quite a bit traumatic it's also free. Which is good. Who know, you might even like it a bit.
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No. 376046 ID: b738b4

Really wish you had some booze right now. Or an amnesiac. Or both. Actually, no. What if your dick couldn't get up when the time comes? You really don't want this lasting any longer, right?

Place the bead in plain sight on the strongbox, nestled in some clothing or something. Then cover the floor drain, stick the stopper in the sink, and put the seat down on the toilet. That thing is not going to get away, dammit.

Strip naked, or wear your tunic if you don't care for it. And better stow your sleeping bag for this; Miss Priesmyer may try to cut you out of it otherwise. You can stand one night on the deflated mattress. Not like you're going to be able to sleep anyway.

When the time comes turn into a whimpering ball of mok. Do as told, say no words. Let all that fear and panic seize you up.
You'll be a natural at this!
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No. 376047 ID: 32e092

>>376046
Basically this. Go out and get some shitty cheap secondhand bedclothes for her to cut you out of, if you can do it quickly. She might appreciate the gesture.
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No. 376111 ID: 10d022

This is perfect, Pektil. Go and get some shitty clothes, yeah, then go to sleep. Then do what comes natural.
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No. 376114 ID: 1854db

>>376016
You're not going to even be aware of her doing anything to your dick. You won't orgasm; I assume she will have injected something to force you to have a boner. From your end it may as well just be that she's holding you down during the surgery, and being her usual naked self.

But I guess if you still feel really uncomfortable about freaky zombie-cyborg rape play with your boss, you could go after her now and tell her you're not okay with it and would just like to pay for the surgery.

Or discuss a safe word.
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No. 376841 ID: 4dc4f5

>>376016
you will be fine dont drink any booze, it might have effects on the pain meds. other then that cloths, ripped off, sounds like a fun night after new years eve
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No. 377932 ID: fc8508

"I don't know if I'm Ok with this," Pektil said into the darkness. The machines rattled on, unresponsive. Miss Priesmyer had already disappeared, the echo of her hooves on concrete swallowed by the gloom.

Although Pektil felt that running away as quickly as possible was the better idea by far, for some reason he found himself walking out into the Dusk district and buying a pair of little blue footy pajamas with ducks on them for 15 coins, and some cheap, starched sheets for 5. He felt a sort of creeping terror as he walked slowly back through the machine area, his footsteps echoing among the massive, chugging engines. Back to his terribly insecure "room." He put the pajamas on slowly, trying to convince himself that it wouldn't be that bad. She was naked all the time anyway. He wouldn't even know what was happening. He just had to pretend to be scared.

He pushed his sleeping bag to the side, making the bed with his new sheets. Surely she wouldn't do anything all that terrible.

He placed his Resurrection bead conspicuously on top of the lockbox, feeling the smooth, round stone under his fingertips. The red stone was shiny in the small circle of light cast by the fat little lamp, the only warm light anywhere in the gray, gritty void.

His 'room' was completely exposed, and he had no easy way to block off the dim hulks in the infinite darkness all around him. He went to the sink and drain and put stoppers in, and put the toilet seat down. He didn't really think the bead could go anywhere, but he wanted to do something to keep his mind off of what was going to happen.

He huddled under the sheets. If he was acting, it was surprisingly easy for him to get into character. He was nervous. Nothing bad was going to happen, he was sure, but the whole scenario was making him very uncomfortable. He didn't think there was any way he was going to be able to get to sleep, huddled under his sheets, exposed to the void, but it had been such a long day. He blinked, scanning for any sign of movement, then blinked again, a little more slowly. What had she done before anyway?... this was what she enjoyed...

Sommer. Sommer was warm. Warm fur, slow breaths. She brushed his ankle with her tail. He felt her tail along the top of the covers. Her tails, snaking slowly around his ankle. Her breathing was harsh, heavy. He could hear the air sucking in, and whistling slowly out. She was talking in her sleep and he laid against her. Her big, warm body. Talking in her sleep, but he couldn't understand. Her voice was weird. Her voice was messed up, except for the whines, whines and hisses. More tails. Some of her tails were under the covers, snaking up almost to his knee. The tails were hissing. They were snakes, snaketails, hissing and whining, and cold, cold and-

Kicking frantically, dim lights glowing over him. "Do not resist." a harsh burst of static. Screaming. Who was screaming? Something grabbed his free leg. Cold metal. More bursts of static.

"Cease struggling," He wasn't sure. The tentacles flexed and Pektil was lifted into the air, slammed down into the mattress, his mouth snapped shut with a click. The tentacles on his legs coiled tighter, pressing into his flesh. He smelled machine oil, metal and that sickly, rotting meat smell. Another limb pressed down on his shoulder, gripping him tightly with cold metal fingers. He pawed at it futilely. A bright light shone in his face, the shape above him only an indistinct silhouette cut from the deeper darkness. He heard a keening mechanical whine as more tendrils wrapped around his free arm, pinning it against his side. One arm wriggled slowly into his field of view. It ended in a tiny whirring sawblade.

He tried to scream again, but found his mouth filled with tentacles, slowly flexing, forcing his jaws open.

"Since you seem incapable of being still, I will have to sedate you." A large, thick tentacle slid slowly into his mouth. It slid across his tongue, cold and bitter. He could feel its weight against his chest, feel it move like a fat, heavy snake over his lips. He retched as it began to force its way down his throat, pressing his tongue against the floor of his mouth. He tried to escape, but his thrashing body only twitched as the limbs that held him tightened. He gagged again as the thick arm wormed further down his throat. It moved further in slow pulses as he felt drool wetting the side of his face. He tried to flex his cheeks, turn his head, but he could only breathe shallowly through his nose, trying not to vomit. He could feel it inside of him, and he let out a low, muffled wine as the tentacle shuddered and burbled and thick slime spewed into his stomach. He heard fabric tearing.

He thrashed as he saw the occasional spark, saw bits of pajama pulled away with cold, mechanical hands. he felt the open air on his fur as he was stripped. The metal limbs shifted position to allow the saw access, but his fingers barely twitched when he tried to move his arm. He gagged as the tentacle slowly withdrew from his throat, dripping shimmering strands of drool across his chin and chest.

He felt something sharp stab into his abdomen, "You will feel some discomfort."

Turning his head to the side, he saw a small manipulator claw pick the bead up off of the lockbox. Almost immediately, he felt his fur parting my a mass of tiny feelers, felt a heavy pressing sensation, like someone running a fingernail across his skin, then another painful needleprick. He could feel his flesh parting, feel cold air on parts of his body that had never been exposed before. He smelled blood, and felt pulling inside his abdomen. he could hear a horrible wet sound, like someone chewing with their mouth open, coming from his abdomen. He could make out more of Miss Priesmyer's body now that his eyes had adjusted to the gloom. She was straddling him, long tendrils flexing and pulsing across his body. Her metal hand was laid loosely on his shoulder. blood was spattered across many of the limbs, and he could see a few loops of his own intestines laying across his chest. A nest of mechanical limbs disappeared through the hole in his flesh, he could see them pushing against his abdominal wall, and feel them inside of him, invading his body.

"And now for fun," he heard her say. More needlepricks in his thighs, and her head cocked to the side with a loud mechanical thump as one of the devices stapled to her skull slammed into her brain. He felt something wet dripping against his thighs as the Rapidly began to lose sensation. Her metal hand moved out of view, into the darkness where she sat atop him. He heard a staticky moan come from her speaker, heard her make small noises that quickly became frustrated growls.

"It appears that we need more certain measures to stimulate you. You do not appreciate my beauty. I will teach you to appreciate me. You will learn that I am beautiful." Pektil only whined in response. His whine was answered by a high-pitched whirring, and he saw a limb terminating in a tiny drill slowly moving toward his face. It moved above his head, the drill out of view, the tentacle swaying in the air above his face. He felt the fur part slightly behind one ear, heard the drill squeal as it made contact with his numb body. It screeched as it drilled into his skull, a thin line of smoke and a smell like charred meat tracing faintly across his senses. His body jerked. He saw her shift on his lap.

"Better. Yes. You love me, don't you?," she purred, her voice uneven, cracking with static. She began to ride him, humping with short, sharp motions, leaning further over him. She placed her hand on the mattress near his head, his cheek lay against the cold metal. The tentacles continued to squirm inside his body. "Of course you love me. I am beautiful." Her voice began to crack with moans and squealed screams. Eventually, the tentacles slowly began to withdraw, his intestines pushed inside the hole in his flesh. He felt pulling inside of him, then against his skin, another moan from the darkness above him.

"Cum for me," She said, moaning and shuddering as he saw the tentacle laid across his snout, the one burrowed into his skull flex once. "Ahnn, yes," she moaned, another of the devices on her skull slamming into her brain. She ran her hand across his chest, pulling on his fur and she flexed, bending backwards, her perky breasts clearly outlined by the lights on her faceplate.

"Now sleep," she said, and the blackness consumed him utterly.

Pektil woke up, groggy and sore. He could see the small incision on his abdomen with clean stitches. Spattered patches of dried blood dotted his coat, and the shredded remains of his pajamas were scattered across his little room. There was no sign of Miss Priesmyer, but the air still smelled of sex and antiseptic. Crusty fluids matted the fur of his crotch. He felt terrible. He didn't know exactly what to feel about what had happened, or what to do when he inevitably had to see Miss Priesmyer in a few hours.
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No. 377944 ID: 1854db

>>377932
First, stand under the shower for like, an hour. Recover as well as you are able.

Next time we see her, we have two complaints: One, after explaining what she was going to do she didn't give you a chance to say no, and two, she drilled a fucking hole in your skull. A HOLE IN YOUR SKULL. That's not cool! You've got a hole in your head now, and she might've damaged your brain! ...do you still have a hole there?

but yeah, it was about as scary as expected, though the surgery was more invasive than expected. She said there would be an incision, she didn't say she would yank out your intestines midway through. The rape bit was pretty much what she said it would be like.

But hey now you are quite certain you are not into rape play. You learned something.
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No. 377947 ID: 33eed1

Well. Don't act all weird about it. Just thank her for implanting the bead when you see her.
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No. 377960 ID: c6ec33

1) Check to make sure brain-hole has been, uh, repaired.
2) Despite the crazy rapetimes, there may be a silver lining. Miss P. obviously knows how to control your bodily functions... maybe she can install something to let you last longer? :D
3) Try not to puke and/or act strange the next time you see her. That might turn her on. The best way to turn her off might actually be to treat her as hot and sexy. :V
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No. 378014 ID: c71597

>>377932
A show might not be the best idea with fresh stitches, but you could probably wash your crotch in the sink. And look at it from the bright side, you got it for free, and she did sort of do a good job of it. Maybe a bit traumatic, but still competently made.

And try to act normal around her. Poor thing probably has a hard time keeping any social contacts or employes. She will probably be very happy if you stay with her despite what happened. Even if she won't show it.
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No. 378041 ID: 32e092

>>378014
Yeah, think how rarely she gets to indulge herself like this; she must be very lonely. Try to be nice and prevent things from becoming too awkward. Do inquire about the whole drill-to-the-brain thing, though, as that wasn't part of the deal and is pretty worrying, as you now almost certainly have a structural weak point in your skull.
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No. 378075 ID: b738b4

...Question your mental faculties, 'cause what the fuck was that?! Did your brain go on vacation and leave your dick in charge?
You've seen that this place has kinks and fetishes that'd be horribly traumatic if you don't know what's what going in.
Remember Hacke? Remember the circumstances of how you first arrived at the Last Whisper club? You could have died there and you damn well know it!

However, what's done is done. Chalk this up as a learning experience, and vow to never, ever, agree to sex acts without knowing what you're getting into, from now on.

Realize you just had more involved surgery back here than you were expecting. You don't know anything about Miss Priesmyer's actual skill other than what she said. You don't know much about Miss Priesmyer, period. Also, it's doubtful she's operated on a mok before.
Yeah, you better get your green furry arse to a doctor, pronto, and make sure she put everything back where it belongs.

Throw your clothes on, leave a note saying you're feeling sick and taking the first half of your shift off to see a doctor, and get going. You can worry about how you're going to deal with Priesmyer later.
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No. 389457 ID: 859194

Pektil looked at his reflection in the mirror over his sink. He wasn't sure exactly what to feel about what had just happened. It was certainly a lot more extreme than what he had expected, and he felt extremely conflicted. He touched his hand against the tiny scab above his temple. The spot of dried blood was smaller than the head of a pin. A swatch of his fur had been shaved on the left side of his stomach. He ran his finger along the puckered flesh, the regular, perfect line of black stitches holding it together. He rolled the knot of the thread between his thumb and index finger, feeling it pull slightly, trailing a finger down the two little bits of thread, neatly clipped close to the body of the knot.

The whole incision was a little more than an inch long. It had felt so much larger last night. They both had, with his warm intestines laying wetly across his chest.

He got a washcloth and a towel that were folded neatly on the seat of the toilet, along with a little unlabled tube of ointment. There was a handwritten note telling him to gently clean the site of the stitches and apply the ointment in the morning and at night, after he had washed the area. The letters were freakishly uniform, all perfectly neat and ordered on the unlined paper.

He didn't know how to feel.

He cleaned himself, trying not to think too much. He had work. He had to go see her. At work.

He guessed he could just leave. He'd gotten what he wanted, and he had to know it would be ...

Not that. What did she do before, that this was something she missed? He understood why he'd never seen her talk to anyone. It was clear why the job had no other applicants.

He wasn't sure he could feel pity for her.

To work.

He got dressed in his little overalls. Collected a little cash and his pocketwatch. It felt heavy in his hand. He felt it ticking like a heartbeat, but it was cold. Heavy and cold.

He supposed he should go to work.

Pektil went to where he normally met her in the morning. She was standing there in the gloom- gleaming metal, pale flesh where it wasn't angry and red. Her speaker crackled, "Let's begin," as if nothing had happened. She was clean, composed. He touched his finger to the little spot of dried blood on his forehead.

He flinched when she touched him.

He couldn't help it.

The next day was the same.

He noticed she explained more. She told him what they were doing. Why this piece needed to be replaced. What this tool did. He managed to suppress a shudder when her metal hand closed over his, to help him use a soldering iron to fix a burned out capacitor.

He realized he hadn't left the Machine Area in two days, except to go to the falafel stand close by the exit. He should probably do something else, instead of just laying there. Laying in his bed with the lamp casting it's little circle of light, trying to hold back all those shadows.
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No. 389461 ID: 1854db

>>389457
Go get some sun or find a sunrock or something. Maybe check the directory for memory washing services/other therapy.

Perhaps you should go see Sommer if you're feeling better after walking around a bit. Actually no, don't go see Sommer until you've fixed your head. She doesn't deserve the pain of seeing your mind in this state. You could probably talk to her over the phone though. Tell her that... something happened and you aren't feeling very well so she probably doesn't want to see you like this.

Hmm. How many hours until we have to do that secret spy job? Should be like 30 or so hours left?
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No. 389503 ID: 369d34

>>389461
Yeah, don't lay about in this oppressive gloom. Go ask an info booth where a sunny park or plaza is. The Mall will certainly have something for its visitors that like or need sunlight. It'll be a better place to think than back here.

You should call Sommer; As a local, she'd know more than you about where to go and what to do for someone in your situation. There has to be some service in The Mall for those that have had a mentally-scarring sexual experience they didn't want. But, if you feel you can't talk about that yet, at the very least you could just check in with her so she knows you're still alive and kicking. She might be looking to talk to you as well.

Did you ever tell Sommer where you're staying, or working, or how to contact you? Maybe getting one of those Mall communicators would be prudent now. See if they have one with a built-in Mall info booth function too.
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No. 389518 ID: bbdfca

Contacting Sommer would be best. If you can get a phone or something, go for it, so you don't just show up at her and make her feel like she has to deal with you RIGHT NOW. She's always been so nice and put her problems aside to help you out, so you might as well let her deal with you when she can instead of just forcing yourself on her by, like, just.

Awkwardly coming up to her and saying "Hey can you find me again later so we can talk ok bye" and then walk away. Don't do that. You're gonna be a spy still, ok? You have to keep practicing being suave and that is so not suave.
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No. 389531 ID: c71597

>>389457
Moments like this is what friends are for. So time to call Sommer and ask if she has time to hang out.
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No. 389540 ID: 62e83b

Well, it's good that Miss P. is teaching you the why instead of just the how, it might help to know that sort of thing.

Also, getting a communicator and hanging out with Sommer sounds like a fantastic idea. Maybe it'll cheer you up, that whole ideal was a lot to get over.
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No. 389556 ID: 4dc4f5

>>389531
this
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No. 389621 ID: 4f5779

Oh yeah. that mission thing. Pektil had sort of forgotten about that. He guessed he had about 40 hours left before he had to go meet that guy, which was probably something he should still do he supposed. He guessed he should buy a phone too. He stepped out of the machine area, the dim light of the Dusk district easy on his eyes. He walked down the cobbled lanes, easily finding a store that seemed to sell communicators. It felt good to be standing in the cool building, looking at the wide variety of machines in their little brass-rimmed, glass display cases. The worker was a young, slender gazelle in many-layered embroidered black dress, dripping with white lace and a few tasteful pieces of jewelry. She helped him pick out something nice for about 150 coins. It was a shiny silver frame with a liquid, shimmering blue substance in the center. He could just ask it for information and it could display things, just like the big info kiosks he'd used.

The smile and soothing voice of the cashier eased him, and he felt better as he wandered down to the first floor, playing with the new toy.

It was extremely simple to use. He could just press against the flexible blue surface to dial numbers or access the kiosk data. He quickly entered the numbers for the people he knew, and asked about mind wiping. He'd had it done before by that sanctioned psyker guy at the hospital, he recalled, for somewhere around 50 coins.

There were also a few other places with a variety of interesting names that he could go to, several magical and technological varieties for either. Maybe it would be best if he forgot - he wasn't sure.

For now, his plan was just to walk around in the park area some. He'd remembered the huge forest in the center of the ground floor. He wanted to call Sommer, at least touch base with her, but she was going to be at work for a few more hours, so he had time to kill. He wandered through the massive, wrought iron gates and in amongst the trees.

Like the rest of the area around the park, everything was massive and obviously designed for macros. The decorative stones that lined the wide gravel avenues were chest high to him, whereas on a normal path they'd barely come up over his ankle. Massive concrete benches were spaced along the paths, with smaller benches clustered around and under them for the more usual-sized inhabitants. Pektil picked smaller side paths at random, and was somewhat relieved to see the flora was a more reasonable size. Dappled sunlight pooled among the comforting shadows of the path and Pektil felt his worry gradually melt away. The dimness wasn't the dimness of the gloomy black void. The massive looming trees weren't those horrid rattling engines. There wasn't anyone here to -

He sat down on a bench, watching the occasional couple holding hands or solitary creature stroll past. Checking his watch, he realized that Sommer would probably just have gotten home and decided to call her.

Her phone rang a few times before he heard her gruffly answer with a cautious "Hello."

"It's me, Pektil," he said,

"Pektil!" Sommer all but shouted, "I was worried something had happened to you! I haven't heard from you in so long! Is everything OK?"

There was no point bringing anything up if he was just going to get his memory erased. He probably needed to decide that before he said anything else.
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No. 389626 ID: 9ab2ee

Don't erase your memory.

Sommer vored someone once, remember? She always seems really upset by it and never wants to talk about it. She's had a Bad Experience that she's living with.

She's a good person to go to about this, ok. Don't wipe your memory and forget, don't undo what you've learned. At least not yet. Sommer's been dealing with her regret silently for a long time, so maybe this is a good moment for both of you to work through some stuff together.
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No. 389630 ID: fed066

>>389621

Telling her you had intestine sex with your boss would probably just make her jealous.
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No. 389633 ID: 62e83b

Ask her to meet you in the park. Also I would suggest getting the mindwipe. It's a pretty big deal, but not overly expensive and maybe it'll cheer your mopey arse up. Don't bring it up to Sommer, you're doing this to get your mind off it anyways.
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No. 389635 ID: 1854db

Maybe we shouldn't get it erased, but... blurred. Made harder to recall. Most trauma is because the memory isn't fully processed by the brain and sticks out like a sore thumb. So if we can just get that done, so that the memory isn't so... crystal clear an pointy and damaging, then we should be alright.

I think we should tell Sommer very little about what actually happened. BE VAGUE, but tell her that we're considering getting memory treatment or if not that at least some therapy, and ask her for some advice. Maybe set up a meetup time to hang out, or... ask her if she wants to go out on a real date, and make your relationship official? Then Pektil could just turn down requests for sex on account of being in a relationship. Unless, I guess, Sommer wants an open relationship. Maybe that's normal around here.
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No. 389637 ID: e7989a

No don't get a brain wipe you



fuzz ball just talk with sommer about it a mind wipe is not the answer to your problems
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No. 389639 ID: 7c31d2

Get the brain wipe because if you don't your brain is gonna bring the incident back up when you least want it to
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No. 389640 ID: 482504

no mind wipe, talk with sommer
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No. 389642 ID: c04c0d

Yeah the best way to deal with trauma like this is to talk about it with a friend. Tell sommer what happened and realize you need to be much more careful in the future.
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No. 389648 ID: 369d34

No. No memory wiping. No memory dulling. You're not going to take the easy way. You're going to work this out, with Sommer's help, and be a better person for it.

Talk to Sommer, but try to ease into the details. Start off by saying that you agreed to trade a sexual encounter with your boss for a favor, and it turned horribly traumatic. Go from there into the rest of the story.
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No. 389650 ID: c6ec33

Tell her that you've been really busy with work, and that you also had a pretty terrifying surgical experience. Ask if it's OK if you guys can meet up and talk about it, and maybe plan a little bit for your spy thing. But possibly don't call it a spy thing because talking about being a spy is not what you do as a spy OK?

If you meet up, you can possibly tell her about what the bead does, and therefore why you had the surgery. Putting your trust in her is sure to show her how much you value her as a friend.
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No. 389735 ID: 91318f

Don't get your mind wiped or changed in any way. There might even be a risk of it effecting your other memories. Best to talk about it with Sommer, she's worried!
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No. 389750 ID: 60cc2d

I think its a bad idea to remove any memories that dont actualy damage your psyche, because dealing with them makes you stronger. Also, it would remove precious EXP !!1!!12!
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No. 389835 ID: 94ed3e

Damn, like, oh damn. Don't get your mind wiped, you should talk to Sommer about what happened. Tell her you have some serious shit that you want to talk to her in person about.
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No. 389839 ID: 1854db

...don't you guys at least want to confirm that there are side effects to memory alteration?

At least we should get some therapy.
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No. 389845 ID: d5ee6f

Ask to meet with Sommer sometime. Also meet with the dude.
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No. 389898 ID: 784dcc

No disassemble. No disassemble!
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No. 390016 ID: 4f5779

Pektil paused. Maybe it would be better if he just talked with Sommer about it. He could always go back later.

"Hello? Pektil?" Sommer said.

"I... Well no, not exactly OK I guess. Would it be OK if we could meet somewhere?" Pektil said.

"You can come over, I can come meet you."

"I'm in the park," Pektil said. For some reason, being out under what felt like sunlight made Pektil feel a lot more comfortable.

"meet me at the gate in about fifteen minutes," Sommer growled.

Pektil made his way back through the dappled shadows to the front of the park. He sat down on one of the smaller benches to wait for Sommer to arrive. Above him, he watched one of the enormous hooves of the slender quagga sitting on the bench above him swing lazily back and fort, her butterfly wings glittering as she stared lazily up into the trees.

Pektil turned toward the gate. an enormous sphere of greasy orange tentacles rolled lazily through, followed by a little cluster of humans chained to a massive floating obelisk. The leaves far overhead rustled in the breeze.

He hadn't noticed before, but over the sounds of quiet conversation, breezes and rustling leaves, he could make out other noises. Moans, barks and sighs and whinnies drifting gently from the hidden areas off the path. Pektil supposed he shouldn't be too surprised.

"Pektil!" Sommer bounded up to his bench, her long tongue hanging from her mouth. "What happened?"

"Well, uh, my boss wanted me to like, uh, she uh," His voice dropped to a mumble.

"It's ok," Sommer said, climbing onto the bench next to him and laying a forepaw on his shoulder.

They sat there in silence. Pektil wasn't sure what to say. It felt good having Sommer there with him. He realized he was more afraid of Preismyer than anything else. The fact that she enjoyed what she'd done to him. Eventually, Sommer cleared her throat and began to speak.

"It took a while, for Po to convince me," she said. "I hadn't been working long. I mean, since I'd started working there. He was pretty insistent. He said I'd love it." she sort of trailed off, unwilling to continue.

Pektil pressed his little snout into the fur between her ears, hugging her big, soft face. He remembered that smell, like dust and old leather.

"I was thinking about getting it erased, maybe," Pekit said.

"It doesn't matter," Sommer mumbled, "When something else happens, it'll just make you wonder what you've forgotten."

The gentle sounds of the Park floated past them. The macro quagga was humming to herself.

"I sort of wish there was a sunset," Pektil said, "This would be like, a scene out of a story or something. I dunno. Maybe it would be too cheesy."

Sommer sneezed and lept off of the bench. "Hey, uh, Pektil, you wanna go get some food or something? I'm not really hungry, but we could like, go somewhere, I dunno." Her mouth was open slightly, "I'm just kinda tired of sitting here," she paused, "whatever you want to do is fine.
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No. 390019 ID: 616d10

Heh, seems like someone has allergies. Ask if she knows any cafe sort of places, somewhere to get a quick bite to eat. Also, smalltalk. Maybe something suggestive, you both have free time.
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No. 390021 ID: c6ec33

>>390016
Sure, ask her if she has any places in mind. You're still pretty new here, and have no idea what places are good for both Moks and feral ferret-dog things.
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No. 390049 ID: 369d34

>>390021
Yeah, ask if there's an out of the way pub or cafe that the locals go to when the sexual ambiance of The Mall gets to be too much.
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No. 390051 ID: 1854db

>>390016
I guess you're gonna be alright, then?

You've been eating a lot of falafel... Ask her if there are any bigger restaurants that serve that sort of thing. You could get something out of the same type of cuisine.
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No. 390699 ID: 372de9

Pektil thought about it for a while. "Hey, uh, is there somewhere we can go that's like, out of the way, where we wouldn't feel out of place? Like, maybe a place where there isn't you, know, such a, like, focus on sex?"

Sommer glanced awkwardly up at the canopy far overhead. "Uh. I think I know a place. It's sort of a hangout place and not a eating place."

Pektil also glanced down at his communicator. It had apparently picked up what he had said and had generated a list of places!

Suggest a place for them to go by writing up a description and NUMBERING your suggestion in the SUBJECT FEILD! You can do a list too! Suggesters can also either pick Sommer's place or one of the user generated ones!
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No. 390705 ID: afddfb

A large building which simulates a space station, zero-gravity and simulated SPESS. Named the "International Sex Station" as a horrible pun. Most people go out to SPESS for "recreation", the interior is a hangout, for the most part.
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No. 390706 ID: 8e18cd

>>390699

The Harlot's House of Latex. A latex-themed BDSM joint slash shop - Walls are padded with black rubber, drinks are being served in gas-mask wearing guys and gals, and their speciality are glow-in-the-dark liquers giving the whole place a very 'futuristic decadent' feeling.

Wearing some piece of latex clothing is required to enter the club area and for those not owning such, these could be purchased in the adjacting shop.
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No. 390711 ID: c6ec33

The Fluffy

A relaxing joint designed for hanging out and looking at cute things! It is basically a cute zoo. There are baby otters, turtles, penguins, etc.! There is even a daycare center designed to show off only the CUTEST babies of sapient species.

The entire place is filled with lava lamps, bean bags, hammocks, and it serves cheap yet delicious organic enviornmentally-responsible and humane snack-foods.

The proprietor is a large, white, fluffy creature.
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No. 390861 ID: d5ee6f

>>390705
SPESS is awesome.
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No. 390867 ID: fed066

>>390705

Man, that would get really gross really fast. Whatever, let's try it.
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No. 390869 ID: 1854db

>>390711
This, but sometimes the animals are for sale.
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No. 390887 ID: 369d34

>>390711
Yeah, this sounds like a relaxing change of pace. ...Uh, just don't think to hard about what this place is doing in The Mall, OK.
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No. 390907 ID: a75970

>>390711
CUTE ZOO
WE MUST TO THE CUTE ZOO FOREVER
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No. 390910 ID: d210fe

No. Nonono nooooo animals at SEX mall. Space.
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No. 390912 ID: 7c31d2

Cute Zoo! Just hope they don't make Pektil an exibit
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No. 391884 ID: 4dc4f5

>>390705
SPESS sounds awesome. do it
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No. 391945 ID: 0524bd

Abbatoir.
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No. 391946 ID: fa9f7e

>>391945
Hell yes! Intestine sex, here we come!
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No. 449970 ID: ef0404

"Hey, Sommer, why don't we try this place?" Pektil said, pointing at his screen. Sommer nodded and licked her nose.

A few elevators, escalators and powered walkways later and they were standing in front of an unassuming building. The only sign above it was a bronze plaque with a stylized figure of a gumdrop-shaped pile of fluff.

"I think this is it," Pektil said. He held the door open for Sommer and they made their way inside.

The interior was brightly lit and colorful, with hammocks, beanbag chairs, and huge, overstuffed pillows piled and slung haphazardly across a spongy foam floor. Lava lamps in mostly bright greens, blues, and reds hung upside-down from the ceiling, spaced between more natural lights. The walls, in contrast to the bright primary colors of literally everything else, were stark white and plush, like thick, furry carpet.

Spaced around the edge of the room were glass cases with open tops, and little wooden fenced areas, sort of like cribs or playpens. Each case had a variety of adorable baby animals in them. Little otters, turtles, penguins, ferrets, and bunches of other things scampered around while the clients petted and played with them. Little boxes near the cages had chewtoys, blocks and rubber balls, and some of these were scattered across the floor.

There was a long counter and a little swinging gate that lead inside. Behind the counter was a human with pale skin and long blonde hair. He had a long, white horn protruding from his forehead. He was dressed all in fuzzy white robes, with a pyramidal hat in the same shape as the creature on the sign. He had a little rack of pamphlets that said "HAVE YOU FOUND THE FLUFFY?" in thick black Impact font on the otherwise undecorated white cover.

"Welcome!" he declaimed, spreading his arms wide. "Five coins each, please, stay as long as you like!" He gestured toward two boxes near the little swinging gate. One had a slot for coins, the other a circular hole. The man gestured toward the low bar at the back of the room, with fluffy pillows and stools set against it. "You can partake of a variety of all-natural, environmentally responsible and humane snackfoods, and also inquire as to prices of anything you would like to purchase." A blue-skinned, green-haired female humanoid with large, dark eyes and bony spines instead of hair waved from behind the further counter.

Pektil payed 10 coins for their entrance fee, and then walked inside. The spongy carpet felt good under his feetsies, and he glanced around at the other patrons. The place was relatively quiet except for the occasional adorable squeak, and there weren't many people there. A large arachnid creature whose carapace constantly shifted to match the colors of whatever it was standing on played with a pair of penguins. A wide-hipped female hedgehog and a voluptuous female salamander were chatting with a nervous male hare as they all petted little balls of fluff.

A nervous, spindly white creature with a long, waving tongue hung upside down from one of the lights, watching a little pile of turtles, and a creature that looked like a combination of a cheetah and a fish wreathed in blue mist observed a pile of ferrets.

Pektil wasn't sure what he should do, how he should talk about what had happened with Miss Priesmeyer. Whether he even should bring it up again. It's why he'd called Sommer. She'd started to say something about her own past. He just...
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No. 449971 ID: b5e3b7

Look, this is a good time to open up with one another, Pektil! It can be a time of healing for both of you! She's more experienced in this kind of stuff and, okay, she obviously isn't dealing with it that well, but that just means you both need to be there for one another!

You and Sommer should settle in somewhere away from everyone else and make it look clear you just want to be alone to talk! Maybe you can touch some of the critters! Peep at the creatures! Eyeball the little beasties!

Sommer was about to open up to you, so let her know that this is a safe and relaxed place for her to do that. And it's safe for you to tell her about how you basically were eviscerated sexually, okay? Look at all the animals! Everything is going to be fine.
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No. 449974 ID: 6a8f04

FIND THE FLUFFY
FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRMMMMGGGGGG
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No. 450052 ID: c6ec33

>>449970
Find some critters that are basically, like, just these totally uncritical balls of love and affection ok?

And then you will each play with one and talk about your feelings.

You will start by saying that you still feel like a newcomer here, everything is so weird, and it feels like you've made a lot of mistakes. You're not sure what your real goal is anymore. You were gifted a resurrection pearl, and you ended up paying for the surgery to put it in you with sex, which was absolutely terrifying and basically rape. You regret it, and you feel lost, and most of all, she seems like the only reasonable person you've met. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't really want to stick around here, and you'd probably be long gone.
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No. 450076 ID: 045568

Find ze fluffy
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No. 451461 ID: f2c20c

>>450052
Well, I'd say we still have our goal solidly in mind. We're gonna get huge, so we can protect people. We'd like to go home maybe, but now that we've made a friend like Sommer we're not that sure about it. This place is just so strange though.

Optimally we would live at home, and like, come back here to hang out with sommer.
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No. 451653 ID: 7461d3

It wasn't going to be easy. He'd already broken the ice really, though, back in the park. He had never told her exactly what happened. Maybe she didn't need to...

No, Pektil thought, he was the one who wanted to tell her. They walked across the spongy foam floor, over to a corner where nobody else was really doing anything. They glanced in the little areas as they passed, Sommer's heavy footfalls audible, her wide head swinging from pen to pen, looking at the adorable little creatures. Pektil reached in to one little cage, pulling out two little pastel animals he couldn't identify. They had small black eyes, and his hands sank down to the wrist in soft fuzz. He walked quietly over with Sommer and climbed into a bright red hammock, she snorted and layed down on a big blue cushion, curling her tail around her legs. Her mouth was open slightly, the tip of her tongue slipping back and forth over her shiny white teeth as she breathed.

Pektil handed the blue critter down to her. She grabbed it gently in her mouth and set it between her forepaws, where it churred and snuggled into the fur on her chest. His own yellow critter nestled into the crook of his arm, poking into his own thick fur. He could feel it's little face against his skin, tiny hot breaths from its little nostrils.

"I'm confused, Sommer," Pektil began.

"Yeah, you were talking about-" Sommer had started talking, then stopped. "Oh, uh, I didn't mean to cut you off," she growled, looking up at him. The silence stretched out for a bit.

"Oh yeah you were-" Sommer started at the same time Pektil did, their words sort of stumbling over each other like a pile of goats trying to fuck a doorknob.

"Okay, you go," Sommer said, sneezing and looking away.

The silence stretched out, but Sommer refused to start again. Pektil petted the little fluffball and tried to line up his words.

"I got. uh. consensually surgeraped." He said, not meeting Sommer's confused glances. "My boss, she surgeristically installed the bead thing I got, but it was really scary and basically rape, and it made me feel really uncomfortable. Now she's like, nicer to me, and hasn't said anything about it or anything but it's like. It makes me feel really bad, Sommer. She talked about how before she came here, she was made into this android that she is now, and how her memories and everything are all altered and her old personality was gone. And how she was created to do these horrible things, and how she still wants to. I'm scared of her. Plus I'm not sure what to do with my goals and all. I don't know if I wanna go back home where nobody cared, or stay here, where at least I have a friend."

He paused, looking down at her looking up at him, "Or, well, I think you're my friend."

Sommer sneezed again, her tongue briefly licking her nostril. "Oh, uh, of course you're my friend," She growled, her gravelly voice low and thick, "I uh," she looked down, at the little thing nestled against her making teensy noises, "I... um..." she licked her nostril again, then made a little snort.

She paused, pushing the thing a bit with her nose, before shaking her head and looking back up to him. Her voice was flatter, but her eyes were deep, scared and sad. "It took a while, for Po to convince me," she said. "I hadn't been working long. I mean, since I'd started working there. He was pretty insistent. He said I'd love it."

"First, he... made me watch him do it. He... it was a one time client. That's somebody who isn't, uh, isn't coming back. It was a guy, and Po went slow. I remember his face disappearing behind the rows of Po's teeth. He could barely breathe, Po's throat was pressing his arms to his chest and his breaths were these short, whistling breaths, but he had this smile on his face, his eyes were glazed and looking far away. It looked like ecstasy." she cleared her throat.

"Even after that, I didn't want to. It almost made it worse. It felt like, even though they wanted, people who wanted that were broken. It felt wrong. Even if they came back, it was killing. I hated it." She coughed again.

"Po showed me... things. Made me do things. But he takes care of me. He let me stop, but I still remember his face. The strings of spit glittering like pearls between those long, sharp teeth when his mouth moved toward me..." her voice faded to a whisper. Pektil was almost sure she wasn't going to start talking again before she did, "But he let me stop. I'm scared of him, but it's a good job. He's nice to me. I remember it, but he's not bad. He just likes things that I don't like. That's Ok, that's just the kind of place this is. He's nice to me."

Pektil wasn't sure what to say. "It's not her fault," Sommer said, looking up at him, her expression serious. "She had horrible things done to her, you said, to make her want to do those things. I feel sorry for her. It must be hard. She probably thinks you're going to leave her now, and she's going to find somebody new until she does the same thing again," Pektil saw the barest hint of a tear slipping into the fur at the corner of Sommer's eye. A tiny, glittering thing, and then it was gone. "She's probably lonely, Pektil, I feel bad for her."

Pektil wasn't sure what to say. He didn't feel bad for Miss Preismeyer.
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No. 451772 ID: 551a12

Pektil, it... doesn't sound like Sommer's job is actually all that healthy for her. Preismyer didn't actually really want to hurt you, maybe, and Sommer's boss maybe didn't want to hurt her either, but it happened, okay?

It's hard for ferals to find jobs, for sure, so maybe she can't quit? It is kind of like how you basically can't do anything and are sort of half-stuck working for Preismyer!

But you remember how you feel when you're working with Preismyer? That is basically how Sommer's felt every day for a real long time. Her job is hurting her. Not that you should suggest she quit, but, like.

These kind of common feelings are things you could be talking about, because you're both feeling them! So long as you don't press it too far, ok. Don't make Sommer cry. Don't make yourself cry, either.

Look at all the fluffy things!

When that conversation goes terrible (it might!) don't worry! You don't need to come up with a solution for things right now. Maybe you can't find a solution. Maybe sometimes things are bad in life, Pektil, and being really big won't fix it no matter how big you are! But being with friends is a good thing tho! Maybe you and Sommer should hang out more often. Not to talk about traumatic stuff next time, okay. Just because friends should be friends. She needs some happy times mixed in with all her suck and sulk.

Whatever happens with Sommer and her job, you have to talk to Preismyer about what happened with you and her. You can't hide from her when you're working alongside her everyday. Even if you can't pity her, try to understand her. You consented to it, but you didn't know what it meant. She might not have understood it either. There's a lot of misunderstanding and pain to clear up, okay?
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No. 451805 ID: f2c20c

>>451653
I don't think Sommer's met her. Miss Prismeyer didn't seem to think like a person anymore... I doubt she even feels loneliness. It is pretty terrible what happened to her, but right now I bet Pektil is a bit too frightened of her to feel sorry for her.

Contemplate the fluffy cute things. Ask Sommer if she's allergic to something in here, what with the sneezing.
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No. 452031 ID: bdb3f8

>>451805
No, I think if Miss Preismeyer wasn't a person any more she wouldn't be uncomfortable with her largely-unrequited need for sexual activity in any form, or the wherewithal to treat Pektil differently afterward. There is some shred of personhood still rattling around in that cold metal heart of hers, and Sommer is probably on the right track.
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No. 452122 ID: 374204

This was confusing. Confusing and wrong. Pektil still didn't know exactly what had happened with Sommer and her boss, but he wasn't sure it was good for her to work there, maybe. He didn't know exactly what he was really all that good at, but he felt that what he was doing now, all this thinking and feeling, wasn't his forte.

He petted the little creature that he held in the crook of his arm. This was far too deep, far too serious for a little mok to deal with. He didn't understand what Sommer was saying, not really. Maybe she was trapped there. Maybe she couldn't quit. He remembered how she said before about it being hard to find a job, but he also remembered what Frost Mother had said, about being disappointed in Sommer for working there.

Sommer was his friend. His only real friend, and the thought of her being hurt every day, of being scared, really hurt him too. She was so shy and awkward. It was just wrong for her to be like that. There had to be something else. Maybe he could help her, somehow.

"So, uh, Sommer," Pektil said, "I mean, I feel really uncomfortable at work now. Maybe sort of like how you feel around Po, you know?"

She turned her head away, nuzzling the little sleeping creature in between her forepaws. "Yeah, but you know, it's not so bad," her voice was low and flat.

"But, you know," Pektil cleared his throat, "Maybe it would be better if I quit, you know, and tried to find something else, you know? To not feel that way?"

Sommer looked up at him, her long face a mask of distress. She put one forepaw on the edge of his hammock, her gravelly voice plaintive. "No Pektil! No! She needs you, Pektil. Don't leave her all alone! It's not right. You have to be there for her; She needs you..." her voice trailed off, her eyes moist with unshed tears. He felt the rough pads of her paw against his knee, large and awkward.

Pektil wasn't so sure that Sommer was right. He didn't know what Miss Priesmeyer felt or thought or didn't feel. There had to have been something. She had been... nicer. Maybe she was sorry. Maybe she didn't want him to leave. Did it matter so much? Pektil didn't know. This whole situation, his and Sommer's, was something he was poorly-equipped to deal with. "Did you ever talk to Po about how you feel?" he asked.

"Look, Pektil," Sommer said after a long silence. She'd moved her heavy paw away, awkwardly stroking the fuzzy thing nuzzled against her. She was looking down at it's sleeping body, "Can we just talk about something else, please?"

Pektil didn't know what to say. He felt a big, heavy lump in his throat that he just couldn't swallow. He changed the subject, failing to sound remotely natural. "So uh, are you allergic to something?" he asked.

Sommer sounded matter-of-fact, at least. She laughed a little, "No, uh, I just get nervous and I sneeze sometimes," she said. They spent the rest of the time pleasantly. Looking at and playing with a variety of little cute animals. Pektil remembered to grab one of the brochure-things on his way out- he'd have to remember to read it later.

Pektil waved goodbye to Sommer and walked back toward an entrance to the machine area. He felt tired, exhausted even, but that blank numbness was gone. He didn't like the talk he'd had with Sommer, but he felt different now, like he'd squeezed out some infected, abscessed thing inside of him. It was still raw, he thought, but maybe it was healing.

He remembered to eat something on his way back- he grabbed a vagina-shaped falafel before descending into the darkness of the Machine area. Even though he didn't think he would be able to sleep with all these barely-understood thoughts and ideas, he slept almost as soon as his head touched the pillow.

****

He awoke, several hours later, feeling at least marginally refreshed. More refreshed than he'd felt in a while anyway. He cleaned his wound and put on his overalls before walking out between the shower pole and the toilet. Miss Priesmeyer was there, all pale flesh and shiny metal, her hooves clanging loudly on the bare concrete floor, her metal tools and tentacles writhing across her body. The blank faceplate turned to look down at him as she stood, naked, back straight, her metal arm behind her back. "Shall we begin?" her speaker hissed.

Pektil supposed this was as good a time as any to talk to her. He just needed to figure out what to say.
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No. 452138 ID: f2c20c

>>452122
You could ask what happened to the last assistant. If they quit, ask why.

You might also want to make it clear that you really don't want to do that sort of surgery-sex again.
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No. 452155 ID: e3ff22

You may not be able to do much more for Sommer right now than be her friend, okay? But I think she needs a friend real bad. Don't worry if it feels like you can't make her problems go away. This might be more than you can do, but you can be her friend, okay? So don't die or get arrested on your secret mission and make Sommer upset.

And ok! Pektil, it's okay sometimes to not know what to say at first. You need to tell Priesmeyer that you need to talk about what happened. That you're scared and uncomfortable now, and you're not sure what to think or feel. She's probably bad with emotions, but honestly, you sort of are too, okay? No matter what you say, it's going to be awkward and stumbling, so just wade on into it.
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No. 456451 ID: da54d9

Tell her how uncomfortable and creeped out you are now I guess? I don't know, why are we even here. Just don't be rude or confrontational about it, we probably want to keep this job.
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No. 456467 ID: 4a1b57

Pektil made a decision right then that he would be Sommer's friend no matter what. Somehow or other, he would find a way to save her, or help her, or something. He was a hero, and that's what heroes did.

Now, though, he didn't want to end up like Sommer, how she felt bad all the time. He was just going to talk to Miss Priesmeyer. With words. He did not exactly know what those words were going to be, so he just sort of stood there, staring up at Miss Priesmeyer. Her mechanical parts were so still and gleaming, her flesh equally unmoving, shiny with its clammy sheen of sweat. Faceless, naked, corpselike, cold. Her metal hand and cluster of tools, tentacles and jointed armatures hung straight down, fixed in place with motors, not meat. Her chest didn't rise or fall. He could hear the hiss of the rubber breathing ports stapled into her back. Pektils eyes were drawn to those syringes, saws and drills, not her gray nipples or bloodless labia.

"That was rhetorical, Pektil," her speaker hissed and crackled, "It is time to begin." Her distorted, feminine voice warbled and squealed. Why didn't she fix the speaker?

There was a pneumatic hiss as she rotated on one gleaming metal hoof. She moved like a ballerina, her leg lifted and held precisely to the side as her body slowly turned, striking the concrete with a swift, sure movement.

"I need to talk to you." Pektil said, Her faceless mask turned to look at him over her metal shoulder, the mass of tubes and wires curving back from her scarred, mutilated scalp and into her scarred, mutilated back twisting with the motion.

"Oh?" she hissed, the word broken by a loud pop of static. She twisted around to face him more fully, the angry red flesh just below her athletic butt straining against the huge metal staples that pierced her skin where the mechanical legs began. "And what would you like to talk about?"

"I want to know what happened to the last assistant you had," Pektil said. His eyes wandered across her faceplate, riveted to her skull. The four little lights in the corner weren't really eyes. there was nothing to look at but the rusty grate in the center.

"They quit," she said, turning to face him. her tone sharp and clipped. Her legs hissed, her torso bouncing slightly as she lowered herself into a squatting position. She rested an elbow and a mass of surgical limbs on her knees with a metallic clank, leaning closer to Pektil.

"Why did they quit?" Pektil asked.

Her speaker made a long, crackling sigh but her tone remained just as clipped and sharp, "I do not know, Pektil. They were gone and did not return."

"I just," Pektil began. She was close enough to reach him with her arm, or worse, those tools. They could whip out like striking snakes and he would be - he shook his head.

"it's just that, uh," his little hands were sweating. He rubbed them down the front of his overalls, feeling the weight of the heavy, ticking pocket watch she'd given to him when he showed up in his little outfit to work. She'd been nice to him.

"It's the uh, the uh. Surgery thing?" Pektil looked up hopefully, that she would understand what he was getting at, but her body was corpse-still. She had no face to display emotion. He let the silence stretch as he searched for more words, trying to be political about it.

"I uh, I don't want to do that again." She regarded him silently. To the extent he could tell that she regarded anything.

"It, uh, I feel really bad now. I'm scared all the time. You make me really uncomfortable and I'm scared of you." He tried to keep his eyes fixed on her grate. There was really nowhere else to look. He noticed the scars and nicks, the scratches and spots of rust that did not appear on any of the smooth, gleaming metal on the rest of her body. However she saw, she apparently couldn't clean or care for it herself.

She said nothing. He looked at the dinged, rusty faceplate. Of course, nobody was there to maintain it for her, and she couldn't do it herself.

Her voice warbled and cracked. He couldn't tell if it was just distortion, or if the distortion was covering up a thick skein of emotion in her voice. "So," she said, another artificial, staticky sigh, "I suppose you are leaving, then." She said it like a statement, but didn't move. Still leaning forward, she may as well have been a carved statue of meat and steel.
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No. 456536 ID: 9ac9d1

You recognize, Pektil, this is dangerously close to the same things Sommer must think? That her boss needs her the same way Priesmyer needs you?

You don't want to end up like Sommer, but Priesmyer isn't really like Po. She actually HAS been good to you, you know? She hasn't ever threatened you, and she's given you so much. It was you who agreed to the whole thing with her, right?

That doesn't make it your fault, but it also means she isn't like Po. And unlike Po, she actually does need you. Things are going to be super awkward between you two, but that doesn't mean you need to leave.

She is confusing, and I think she has problems with her own emotions, right? It's okay to be scared of her, but she probably isn't trying to hurt you. I think you can stay here and establish new boundaries of no-tentacle-tool-rape, for now.

She's been good to you, and she does need you, and you do need her. But you know how Sommer ended up thinking like that, right? Knowing how she is, you know you don't have to turn out the same way, even if you do the same thing.

You don't have to pity every monster that gnaws your butt out of loneliness, okay? But she's been a friend and mentor, Pektil. Something Bad happened, and you're really upset over it, but she never meant for it to hurt you.

You can be Big, Pektil, okay. Look at how much bigger Sommer's body is than yours, buthow miserable she is because she's caught. You can be big without changing your body at all, okay, and work this out in a way where both of you can come out of this healthy. You can do this without crushing Priesmyer's feelings, and without letting yourself feel trapped or ensnared by her, okay?

You have the really excellent spy mission coming up soon, and that'll get your mind off of her for a while. You'll have an excellent adventure, and come back here as a secret agent, okay? Secret agents make love to the women even if they are kind of bad guys, right? And sometimes they stick with them and make them into good guys!

Also you already broke Hacke's heart, okay. Let's not do it to Priesmyer too.
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No. 456547 ID: 9ac9d1

clarifying

>>456536

So like, you should tell her that. That you are going to stay, that you're afraid of her, but that you know she didn't try to hurt you, that she's been super-nice to you and you want to keep working for her, just, like, no more tentacle-tool-sex because it was way scarier than you thought it would be.
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No. 456556 ID: f2c20c

>>456467
Ask her if she wants you to leave. You will if she does.

I think Sommer was right that she's lonely, but we don't have to stay forever. We can help her find an assistant that actually would like acting out her fantasies. Help her make a personal ad or something? "Cybernetic mechanic looking for submissive assistant, must like rape-surgery-play"?
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No. 456575 ID: f2c20c

>>456556
Wait no. "Cybernetic female mechanic looking for submissive male assistant, must like rape-surgery-play" Or if the gender of the assistant doesn't matter to her we can leave the 'male' bit out. Or if only having a dick matters it can be "male-equipped" or whatever term works best for specifying a penis is needed.

If she gets someone that's into her, then we can get a better job. We likely have enough money saved up to afford a place to live until we pick up our next job, too. Start looking into apartments. Optimally, apartments that aren't too far away from Sommer's.
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No. 456729 ID: b33427

Say that you are scared, but you'll stay only if she promises to never, ever, have sex with you, or perform surgery on you, again, without describing what you're in for, and getting your explicit consent. Unless the surgery is in an emergency to save your life or treat your injuries, of course. She has your consent in that situation, unless you say otherwise.

Add that no small part of why you were so traumatized by your encounter with her was because you didn't fully know what you were getting yourself into. That you expected to be fake raped, and the implantation surgery, but you didn't expect a tube to be force down your throat, and especially didn't expect a hole to be drilled in your scull and your brain stimulated. It was... Beyond terrifying. You feel she should know this, so she knows to inform anyone else she'd engage in similar actions with in the future what she intends to do to and with them.

Before continuing on to work, point out that you noticed that her faceplate has a quite a bit of rust and wear on it, and ask why it is that way, unlike the rest of her cybernetic components. Offer to repair it, if she says she cannot do so herself.
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No. 457479 ID: 061a93

>>456575
I concur with this, although I think it would be a bit harsh to press the no-surgery-rape-play thing even more. I think we got the point across just fine. Finding her someone that could take care of her and is into what she's into would be ideal, though. She WAS nice, and one incident shouldn't make us run away from her.
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No. 457480 ID: 061a93

Oh, and find a rag and just polish the face plate a little. Just a little. See how she reacts.
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No. 457547 ID: ca6daf

Pekitl thought through the whole situation. He compared it to what he imagined Sommer's situation was like. From what she'd said, it hadn't just been one thing. Po had kept making her do more and more things she didn't want. Maybe she'd never bothered to talk to him like Pektil was so totally going to do with Miss Priesmeyer right now. Maybe Po was just different. Miss Priesmeyer had been nice to him. He was the one who had agreed, even though he had no idea exactly how terrifying it had been. She'd never threatened or coerced him.

He thought about how suave he was going to be be soon, once he was a real secret agent. His mission was "tomorrow," or rather, 20 hours from now, on his off-period. It would be easy to talk to people then, once he was suave. He didn't want to feel bad, but he didn't really want to hurt Miss Priesmeyer either. It reminded him of Hacke. He owed her, too, because without recklessly agreeing to her offer, he never would have met Sommer.

Pektil realized that he'd been standing there reflecting about stuff and not saying a lot for a while. Miss Priesmeyer was in the exact same position. Her body hadn't moved a millimeter.

"No, look, I don't really want to leave," he began, "It's just the whole surgery tentacle thing was really scary, but you've been super nice. So like, I don't really want to leave, unless you want me to?" He shrugged, opened his mouth, and rolled his eyes to the upper right. He was pretty sure that was the right gesture for this situation.

Miss Priesmeyer's distorted voice squealed and cut as she spoke, so it was impossible for Pektil to really pick up any emotion there. "No. I have spent time training you. You are a hard worker. I would prefer to keep you here as my assistant." With a hiss, her legs slowly began to straighten, Pektil thought about telling her how scared and traumatized he was, and to tell her that she had to promise never to do it again, but maybe he'd said enough of that already. He was the one who initially approached her, after all. She'd never even hinted at anything like that before he brought it up.

"Why don't you do an ad?" Pektil said instead, "Like, look for an assistant who wants to do that kind of stuff you like?"

Miss Priesmeyer straightened fully, shoulders back, legs straight. Confident, poised, dominating. "Pektil, I refuse to be reduced to a fetish," she said. "I do not want to be a thing. An object of gratification. I was created as a tool, but I am not a tool any longer. I am a person, with a name." she paused. She began to speak again, but the static made her words unintelligible. She stood for a moment in the gloomy light, waiting for the distortion to subside before she began again.

"And Pektil, I thought you were more clever than that." She paused again, as if choosing her words carefully, "If the other person submitted willingly, or pretended, the experience would be," another pause, this one slightly longer, "ungratifying," and again, her blank face unreadable, "to me."

Her posture relaxed and she kneeled down in front of him. "I do not want you to have the wrong impression of me, Pektil. You notice that I operate on the edge of the Backworks, the lawless areas of the Mall. I will tell you that I do not look for victims there. I do not hurt people without their consent for my own gratification. I have mastered my desires. This does not mean I can turn them into play, into some stupid game for the gratification of another. This would cheapen my feelings. I do not want a person who desires me because I represent their fetish. I prefer to bargain with those who submit to me as a price they pay reluctantly."

Pektil could pick up a hint of something in her voice that chilled him, just a little, and the conversation was making Pektil increasingly uncomfortable.

"Your face is all dirty," He said, pointing with one tiny finger.

"y-yes." Miss Priesmeyer said, rocking back slightly. "I cannot see to clean it, nor can I see if I remove it." There was something in her voice, although it was hard to tell if it was really there. She sounded nervous, or maybe scared.

"Do you want me to clean it for you? Maybe I could fix the speaker?" Pektil had been working with her long enough. He felt confident that he had gained sufficient skill to fix it.

"I would like that," she said. "If you want to. We can go now, to where the tools are." Her voice was even more staccato than normal, "but only if you want to." She stood slowly, taking a tentative step forward, her face turned to look back over her shoulder at Pektil.

Pektil hadn't thought it would be a big deal. He wasn't sure if he should go ahead and fix her face up for her, or ask her anything else.

Pektil thought about how he was feeling while he tried to decide what to do. He felt a whole lot better about the situation with Miss Priesmeyer now, one way or the other. He realized that she really did have trouble talking about stuff, and he felt pretty confident that she woudn't do anything to him without asking. He guessed he really didn't mind working here for now, anyway. She was still scary and creepy, but she'd sort of always been.
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No. 457553 ID: 4b5de2

See, Priesmyer isn't so bad. She kind of wants to do horrible things to people, and she sort of coerces them into letting her do it, but she doesn't do it without permission!

Okay, she's kind of a scary monster, but that's sort of normal here, isn't it? Clean her faceplate and be real careful about it, Pektil, so you don't mess her up. Then go for your normal day of work.

Getting in a normal day's work, buddy-buddy with Priesmyer, is probably a good idea before your mission! A little return to normalcy before your stupid super adventure, ok.
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No. 457763 ID: b33427

Say that you do want to fix her face, though ask why she hasn't already gone someplace to have it fixed. The Mall has to have maintenance and repair services available for cyborgs, right?

On the way to wherever Miss Priesmeyer is leading you, ask her why she's working in Mall maintenance, when she has the cybernetics and knowledge that better fits with working in a medical job. Is it because her sexual desires are connected with doing surgery?

When you get to where you're going to do the work on her faceplate, make sure to get complete instructions on what to do once you're in there, and double-check that all the parts and tools are available, and that you know how to properly use them all, before starting.

After your shift, remember to call Sommer and tell her she gave you good advice, that after talking with Miss Priesmeyer you aren't feeling nearly as scared, and thank her.
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No. 457772 ID: f2c20c

>>457547
Alright, we're in a better situation now, mentally and emotionally. Fix her speaker and then ask her some questions while you clean her faceplate afterwards-
Who was it that made her into what she is now?
Does she ever wish she could reverse the process?
Does she get out much? Any friends?
What power source does the Mall use?
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No. 457779 ID: 061a93

Alright, so she wants to be feared, but useful. Sort of. Something people go to not because they want to, but because they have no choice.

Go ahead and fix up her face plate. Sounds like she's sensitive about it, so be careful! Use everything she taught you.
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No. 457782 ID: 207a16

Yeah, clean her faceplate. If an opportunity comes up in conversation, make sure to ask why she can't do it herself. Can't she get a mirror or something? I don't understand.
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No. 457986 ID: 061a93

>>457782
There are no mirrors, only Zuul.
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No. 458150 ID: c8f1fa

"Okay, sure, I'll fix it," Pektil said, walking behind Miss Priesmeyer.

"Excellent. Follow me."

She stood still a moment to let him catch up, then began walking briskly into the depths of the Machine area. As they walked, the hulking devices grew larger and the lights more sparsely spaced.

"So, uh, is there any reason why you need me for this? It seems like it'd be really simple to do or to get somebody to do, you know?"

Pekil saw that many of the bulbs on the overhead lights here were burned out or broken. He had to use the sharp, white lights on her faceplate to see. They cast a little circle of light in front of her. The dim orange lights overhead gave him a fuzzy impression of the outlines of the machines that they passed. They were so huge. Individual engines were far larger than the range of his vision. They clattered and purred, pounding away in the blackness.

"I do not see through light optics," Miss Priesmeyer said, causing Pektil to jump. "My faceplate is a convex casting dish for the subsonic sonar pulses that I use instead of vision. When it is removed, I cannot see, hear or speak. It is therefore almost impossible for me to perform repairs on the device itself. I have alternative perceptive devices, but they do not assist with mechanical work."

They walked further into the gloom, her metal hooves striking the cold concrete floor. Pektil could see a brighter light ahead - a dim green glow that he hadn't seen before.

"Having my faceplate removed makes me extremely vulnerable. I would not want to give a stranger access to me in that state." Her voice squealed and cracked. He wondered how long it had been since she'd had it worked on.

They rounded the corner of an engine larger than a city block. Like an island in the darkness between the massive engines were a collection of devices bolted to the floor. The first was a thronelike chair. The seat was scuffed maroon leather, the high back was padded with the the same, although plugs and sockets studded its curved surface through holes in the padding. There was an adjustable padded brace for the head and neck of the person seated in it although the back was upright, and the heavy armrests had a variety of knobs, readouts, and displays. It was bolted to the floor with bolts the size of Pektil's fist, and thick rubber tubes and conduits ran up into the darkness above, or snaked across the floor to the strange containers that littered the area. They were each roughly the size of Pektil, short and round, and filled with some sort of viscous green slime. The tops and bottoms were heavy metal, covered in wires and machinery. At first he thought the slime was glowing, then he noticed that the bottoms of the containers were lit from above. He could see the heavy socket that plugged into the top of the jars, and the thick hose that attached to the bottom. Dried patches of the substance were spattered on the concrete, and some of the containers were dark and empty.

They cast the whole area in a eerie green glow. He also saw a toolbox and buffing wheel, as well as a few other pieces of machinery that he was now familiar with.

"So, uh, Miss Priesmeyer," he said as she approached the chair, "Why do you work here instead of doing surgery or something?" he approached the thing hesitantly. It looked old and dangerous. "Is it because the surgery thing is sexy to you?"

She lowered herself onto the seat, connecting hoses to plugs in her legs. "Surgery is not 'sexy' to me," she said sternly, "Unless I engage the cortical rams in my head, I am incapable of sexual feelings, such as arousal." She leaned back, the back of the chair reclining with a mechanical purr. He heard things click into place as she pressed her back into the old red leather. "Nevertheless, because of my training, I would be incapable of performing in a satisfactory fashion in a normal medical center." The chair was reclined almost all the way back. Even still, Pektil had to drag over a little stool to stand over her faceplate. Pektil saw a little surgical cart with a crooked wheel, and put the tools he would need on it before wheeling it over to her chair. "Besides," she said, "I prefer to work with machines, in a place where the contact with organics is minimal."

Pektil asked for and received instructions on what to do. The machine began to hum, and he could hear fluids traveling through the hoses as the body of the chair vibrated slightly. He used the proprietary tool to remove the strangely-shaped bolts from the rim of her faceplate. Despite what her white flesh would indicate, her skin was hot, almost feverish. This close to her organics, he could feel the heat rising off of her in waves. The sheen of sweat made sense, anyway.

The bolts were tight and slightly rusted. Her head rocked back and forth as he pushed down on the tool, slowly working them free. As he removed each one, he dropped it in a little dish of machine oil. using the end of a screw driver, he pried the edge of the faceplate up enough to get his claws underneath, lifting it off of her skull. The lights slid through holes in the faceplate, as did the speaker beneath the grille. He set it gently to the side. He would have to buff out all the rust and scratches, make it nice and smooth and shiny, but first he wanted to fix the speaker.

The smell beneath the faceplate was unpleasant. A musty, unwashed dead-skin-in-a-cast sort of stink, mixed with a sickly-sweet musk and the smell of oil and engine grease. The sight was no more pleasant. A ring that the faceplate was on was bolted directly to her skull, and a line of red flesh was stapled to the exposed bone visible beneath it. So much meat and skin had been removed that Pektil found it impossible to determine exactly what she looked like before. There was no bottom jaw, no teeth or eye sockets or nasal cavity. Her skull had been chipped down to the brainpan, although he could make out empty sockets where molars might have been, once. The skin of her throat was stapled to the underside of what was left of her skull, and the whole area beneath her faceplate was crammed full of complex electronics, sockets, plugs, wires, tubes and devices, Many of the hoses and conduits traveled down into the skin that used to contain her throat and larynx, although some were affixed with metal sockets to the living bone.

Grease and flakes of matter had built up in the space between the components, and Pektil got a toothbrush, some cleaning solution and a rag and began to remove the built up gunk. He could see the eight flat speakers that would normally press against the curved surface of her faceplate to make her subsonic sonar clicks. He could make out a few more components, but many were a mystery to him. The area around the speaker was dirtiest, because it was only protected by the grille instead of being pressed flush against the metal of her face. The LED lights in their cowls provided enough bright, bluish-white light for him to work, although the rest of her body was lit only by the dim green light from the glowing fluid containers.

She did not move as he worked. Maybe she was asleep? He wasn't sure. The chair hummed and vibrated as he replaced some pinched wires on the speaker and cleaned it out, being sure to soak up the mild solvent and rinse off his tools. He laid the completed speaker against the mass of components that made up her face, and made short work of cleaning her grille and buffing the faceplate. He packed contact grease around the eight sonar speakers, and used a little to line the speaker, to create a seal between it and the grille. He pushed her faceplate carefully back on, making sure not to pinch any wires or hoses, and then bolted it back tightly with the now-clean screws. When he was finished, the seat slowly returned to an upright position.

Miss Priesmeyer's hand flexed, and when she spoke, her voice was crisp, clear, rich and feminine. She stood from the chair, the hoses and plugs audibly popping free of the sockets in her back, and reached around behind the chair, withdrawing a small cloth sack.

"Thank you Pektil. Your work was satisfactory. My vision and hearing have been returned to optimal condition, an improvement of more than 76%." She disconnected the hoses from her legs, standing in a quick, sharp surge directly upright. She dropped the bag into his hand. It clinked.

"Perhaps you should take the remainder of this period off. I know tomorrow is your scheduled free period, but perhaps it is not unwarranted for you to have an additional period free." She turned sharply, walking back through the darkness of the deep Machine area. Pektil followed, unsure exactly of how he was supposed to act.

She said nothing as she walked, playing the same music that she did while they worked. Now, it was crisp and clear, not scratchy and distorted. It seemed much more cheerful. The sharp clank of her hooves punctuated the old-timey beats.

"So uh," Pektil said, deciding he might as well ask questions while they walked, "How did you end up like this? Do you wish you could go back to how you were before? Do you get out much? Do you have many friends? What kind of power does the Mall use, anyway?" Pektil could have waited for an answer before asking the next question, but you know, that seemed really inefficient to him.

Miss Priesmeyer answered, her voice rich and soft. It sounded like a singer's voice. "I was captured and transformed by would-be galactic conquerors from the existence I am originally from. I ended up here, eventually. Whatever or whoever I was before was erased completely in the process. I know who I am now, and have accepted it. I do not wish to me a stranger to myself. Anyhow, I am useful. I prefer to stay here and do my work. The rest of the Mall can make me uncomfortable." The lights grew brighter as they advanced, returning to the places Pektil was more familiar with. "There are some other mechanics, although we rarely encounter one another. As to the last question, I am discrete and not particularly curious. Electricity of various voltages comes in wires through the ceiling. Other wires carry other sorts of current. I do not question the purpose of the devices I operate on, although some are clearly fluid pumps, water pumps, HVAC and generators."

They were back to Pektil's room, close to the exit to the MACHINE area. He'd have to tell Sommer that her advice helped, and think of a way to spend his free day.

"If there is nothing else, I will leave you to your own devices. I will expect you in seventy-six hours and eight minutes." She began to slowly turn away. It was so weird to hear her deep, rich voice speak in clipped, precise tones. It was weird to hear the voice at all. He'd sort of gotten used to the staticky warble.
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No. 458229 ID: f2c20c

Oh, wait a minute. Tell her that you're planning to buy a resizing treatment and ask if being bigger would interfere with your work.
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No. 458344 ID: b33427

>>458229
Yes, do ask Miss Priesmeyer at what body size would it interfere with, or prevent you from, doing your job here. You may have to think about saving up even more for variable body size instead of a one-time fixed change.

Oh, and mention to Miss Priesmeyer that there are a lot of burnt out and broken lights back here that need fixing. You guess she might not know because she doesn't have optics.

Stash the cash Miss Priesmeyer paid you, and check your pocketwatch for how long until your "spy" gig. Head out and buy a lamp on a headband and flashlight so you don't end up stumbling about the Machine areas where the lights are busted. Pick up some more work outfits, and launder the one you're wearing. Do whatever other mundane chores that need doing; You've got time to kill and not really anything to do.

Maybe look into what options are available for "fancier" body size changing, and their cost. Stuff like full dynamic size adjustment within a certain range, or picking between a few set size configurations, and what to do about the clothes you're wearing when you're changing.

If you've got time, go meet up with Sommer and tell her about how things went with Miss Priesmeyer. Maybe bring up that you may be looking for better accommodations soon, and ask if she'd like a roommate, since you noticed her place has an extra bedroom.
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No. 458428 ID: 6195c6

>If you've got time, go meet up with Sommer and tell her about how things went with Miss Priesmeyer. Maybe bring up that you may be looking for better accommodations soon, and ask if she'd like a roommate, since you noticed her place has an extra bedroom.

This sounds super-cute especially. You don't have to live with Priesmyer even if you want to keep working with her.

Do you still really want to be big, Pektil? That was your original goal, but by now, you have to have realized that being bigger wouldn't have made anything different.

It isn't your size that let you fix things (literally and figuratively) with Priesmyer. It won't be size that helps Sommer with all of her problems, you know?

The whole "being big and being a hero" thing was kind of a naive fantasy, wasn't it? Don't you think it's time you grow up and realize literally growing up isn't the solution?

Maybe you should put your money towards better goals, like maybe helping support Sommer and find her better work where she isn't exposed daily to a guy who used to eat her and who she's still afraid of? She... might not be super happy to have you put it out so openly, but, like, maybe you can start with the roommates thing, and see how you can go from there?
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No. 458613 ID: 4f6f8a

Before she walked away, Pektil asked her to wait. "I was thinking about getting huge," he said, "Like, being big. Would that make my job harder? Could I still be your assistant?"

She slowly turned. Those familiar, ballerina-like motions. Every part of her was so precise and controlled. "Miss Priesmeyer," she said.

Pektil was confused. He stood there with his hands in his pockets.

"'Could I still be your assistant, Miss Priesmeyer?'" Her rich, cool voice seemed almost-teasing. It was still really hard to tell what emotion she was trying to get across.

"Uh," Pektil began, "If I got a permanent size increase thing, you know, could I still be your assistant, Miss Priesmeyer?" Pektil glanced down at his toes and then back up at her. She was leaning to the side slightly, her metal hand braced on the flesh of her hip.

"Why would you want to do that, Pektil?"

He thought about it. Really hard. "I mean, I want to be a hero. I want to protect people."

It sounded really dumb as soon as he said it. It sounded like something childish and naive. He thought about everything he'd been through since he'd gotten here. Being bigger wouldn't have made a difference one way or the other. It wouldn't have helped him with any of the trouble he'd faced, and didn't matter at all for the problems he'd solved himself. It was still his goal, but... maybe it shouldn't be. Maybe he could do something else with the money he'd saved, like help Sommer get a better place where he boss didn't make her do things. He didn't know if he'd eaten her or made her eat people or what exactly had gone on, but he knew it scared her. He knew being big wouldn't help make it better, either.

"Pektil," Miss Priesmeyer said, "A physical change will not make you a hero. You must accept who you are, and work within your limitations to achieve what you can. If you desire to be larger, then become larger, but that will not make you a hero. You will not be able to protect anyone more efficiently because of it."

Pektil thought maybe she was right. Maybe a hero was somebody he could be on the inside? Maybe he didn't need-

"Now, if we replace your weak, organic components with advanced weaponry and protective armor plating, perhaps we can begin to properly outfit you for heroic exploits. I believe I have some treads and neural interfaces..." she tapped her fingers against the side of her faceplate with rhythmic, metallic clinks, "We would need some kind of defense field. Magic would be an issue..." Pektil stashed his coins and slipped away while she was distracted. He was pretty sure he wanted to keep all his weak organic parts.

He spent some money on two new sets of overalls and got his current ones washed. He checked his watch. He had the rest of this "day" to mess around, and "tomorrow" he was supposed to meet up with his contact for the fancy spy job. He still had some time before Sommer was off work, and wondered if he should do anything else before he went to meet up with her and tell her about his encounter with Miss Priesmeyer. He also wondered what he should tell her, how much he should say, and if he should try to talk to her about her own situation with her boss.
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No. 458616 ID: 985d23

Don't press the situation with her boss right away, okay Pektil? Do you remember how upset she was trying to talk about it? You have to do this in baby steps, and that's not to insult your size. You are perfect the way you are. Wouldn't it be cute to make out with Sommer's massive face?

Just tell Sommer you've been reconsidering what's important, and you aren't sure if being big is really worth it anymore, and that maybe you need to find something else to spend it on.

You can maybe tell her you're worried how lonely she seems sometimes, and that maybe would she like a roommate? And you would be helpful and quiet and give her all the space she needs and you DO have a place to stay as it is but maybe she would like some live-in company?

And I mean, do you remember when she disappeared for like, a week, and then she was in the hospital and you just didn't know? It isn't like you want to look after her--she would probably get offended if you put it like that!--but she's one of your few real friends, and maybe it is something to consider!

If she seems to think it's because you wanna bang her be sure to let her know it really isn't. I mean, it was pretty hot when she was pawing at your boner under the table, but this is the Neo Sex Mall. Sex is everywhere if you wanted to go find it! She's one of the only friends you've found.

As for how to occupy your time, look, maybe you should just go see some sights and stay out of danger, because goodness your spy-job is probably going to honestly be super dangerous you know?
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No. 458629 ID: f2c20c

>>458613
Look up some shops for personal protection devices. Not illegal ones. If you want to protect people, first you have to make sure you can protect yourself. Besides, you wanted to get huge because then you'd be more powerful. Approaching power in a different direction still gives you the same result.

On the other hand, you still have that oversized dick. If you don't increase the size of the rest of your body, it will still be out of proportion. Maybe we should keep it so that it helps satisfy the ladies? It's something you could probably talk about with Sommer; she seems more likely to know if this is something you should be worried about. How much does its size bother you, anyway? Speaking of Sommer, do not bring up the topic of her boss. She has her reasons for staying at that job, and it's a depressing topic besides. Don't ruin the mood!
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No. 458663 ID: 061a93

>>458629
I'm pretty sure the magic makes it proportional. He will always have a giant dick, no matter what size he becomes.

We might as well look into some discrete protection, I suppose. It hasn't been a problem so far, but it never hurts to be safe. As long as it's concealable.
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No. 458954 ID: 4f6f8a

Pektil decided he wasn't going to talk about Sommer's boss with her. He decided when he saw her he'd ask about being her roommate. Maybe being huge wasn't that great of a plan. He really didn't like Miss Priesmeyer's plan, but maybe he didn't need a plan like that at all. Living with Sommer would be really cool. He would be sort of secretly looking after her, but really it would be nice to live with one of his friends. Well, his friend. His only friend.

He remembered that Kiley, the magic shop girl, had said his dick would always be the same proportion to his body. If he makes his body bigger, it will get bigger too.

Pektil decided to check out some protections or weapons or something. He was sure they had stuff like that around here. Consulting his communicator, he found that there were a few places nearby. One was called "Battery Element" and sold technological items, another was called "Winds of Purity" and sold magic stuff. There were a few more here and there in the area.

Pick a place for Pektil to Purchase Protection. Feel free to suggest more places than those two! Just number those suggestions sequentially, with a number in the Subject field!
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No. 458958 ID: c74c7d

>>458954

Remember the basis a good spy a skin tight latex suit filled with gadgets
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No. 458968 ID: c7ebc0

I mean, if you actually do want a weapon, Pektil, go with the technology stuff and stay away from magic? Maybe magic is easier to detect/more confusing/dangerous? I'm not really sure why you think you need weapons. Protecting people isn't about awesome shoot-outs. Real spies try to avoid shootouts. You know? But check out the Battery Element shop, I guess, if you want.
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No. 458995 ID: f2c20c

Another shop caught his eye. Or rather, a muffled explosion caught his ear, and then his eye followed. The sign above the entrance read Magitech: Pioneers of the Future! in lights that seemed to hover in place in front of a grid.

There was a trickle of smoke coming out the top of the open door, and someone yelled from inside: "That one's half off!"
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No. 459108 ID: 061a93

>>458995
This. A compromise!
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No. 459134 ID: 85b0e2

Another shop caught his eye. Or rather, a muffled explosion caught his ear, and then his eye followed. The sign above the entrance read Magitech: Pioneers of the Future! in lights that seemed to hover in place in front of a grid.

There was a trickle of smoke coming out the top of the open door, and someone yelled from inside: "That one's half off!"

Pektil thought this was probably the perfect place for him to go! Maybe he could find something that was a little of "A" and a little of "B!"

The front was the same classy brick and brass as the rest of the Dusk District, although it was somewhat more distressed that the neighboring facades. Pektil put his goggles down over his eyes and pushed open the scarred door. A little bell dingled as he opened the door. The shop had big, heavy display racks and shelved made of dark-stained wood, and a high ceiling with glowing crystals hovering at mostly even intervals, although some of them listed slightly. The racks and stands held strange devices made of metal and leather, most of them inset with glowy gems and intricate engravings. The shop was somewhat cramped, but organized and neat. It had a really homey feel. At the counter, a tall humanoid skeleton draped in tattered black robes deposited some colorful dildos on the counter, and placed a large smoking brass cylinder beneath his robes. As it drifted past Pektil it nodded slightly, the blue corpselight that burned in its empty sockets lighting the interior of its hood.

Pektil shuddered slightly and walked up to the counter. Behind it sat a human-looking fellow only slightly taller than Pektil. He wore a leather aviator's helmet with goggles of his own, and had an extravagant, slightly singed mustache beneath his red turnip nose. Large, shaggy sideburns framed his small chin and round, red cheeks. He wore a heavy leather apron, and a belt full of tools, scrolls, and strange devices.

"Hello there! My name is Blaze Davis, and this is my assistant, Mercy!" He waved his gross sausage fingers to a tall creature in a fancy green and red Victorian dress. She had a slender, feminine figure, but she appeared to be an intricately-formed automaton made of bronze and some light-colored wood. Thick blonde hair was held in a loose braid that hung just above the embroidered butt ruff of her dress. Her eyes were glowing white gems, and they pulsed when she spoke. Her voice was light and slightly high pitched, with a weird echoey metallic quality to it. "Welcome to Magitech, how can we help you?" She curtsied.

"Well, I need some sort of weapon or protection or something," Pektil said. Her skirts went all the way down to her fancy buckle shoes. He was vaguely curious as to what was underneath them.

"Haha, well, we probably have something that can help! What, specifically, are you looking for? What kind of effect are you looking to produce, or protect yourself from? Our technomagical charms are some of the very best around, and I'll be glad to help you find a solution that's just right!" He but his fists on his tiny hips and grinned.
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No. 459137 ID: c6ec33

I don't see Pektil as being much of a fighter, so items that allow a quick and discrete getaway might be nice!

Also, maybe something so that you don't jizz in like 20 seconds. That is totally not suave.
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No. 459138 ID: c7ebc0

>Also, maybe something so that you don't jizz in like 20 seconds. That is totally not suave.

That sounds super cool if he has it for sure.

I mean, Pektil, I don't really know who you're planning on fighting, but maybe something that would help defend you--literally protect, like, I don't know, a bowtie that makes you invisible or something, like a real spy gadget, might help for your spy mission.
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No. 459139 ID: f2c20c

>>459134
How about some sort of armor we could wear under clothing? Oh, and a stungun.
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No. 459147 ID: b33427

Ask what Blaze has in non-lethal weaponry, and personal protection devices that actually protect you and who you want to protect, rather than take down the attacker, and things to make a quick escape. Stuff like stun-ray guns, stasis field projectors, gravity vector reversal generator, force neutralizer energy shields, a pocket dimension garage for a small getaway vehicle, temporary speed and strength boosters, or pocket personal temporal accelerators. Preferably in forms small enough that you could slip them into even your tiny pockets.

Also check if they sell one-shot personal teleporters. The Mall probably blocks or severely limits teleportation, but there might be officially sanctioned emergency teleporters that only teleport to target pads in Mall Security. If he has them, see if you can get one that'll teleport two people at once.

>>459137
As well as asking about something to keep you from "going off" sooner than you'd like, ask if he has something to hide or deal with your rather obvious crotch bulge. Inter-dimensional pocket underwear, perhaps? Considering The Mall and its inhabitants and visitors, this is a problem that certainly has come up and been solved many, many times already.
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No. 459153 ID: 006627

Flamethrower gauntlet.
Those things have a million uses, peaceful and not.
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No. 459164 ID: 85b0e2

Pektil thought about it. Really, he was looking for some nonleathal options and stuff that would protect him, and concealability would be his first priority.

"I'm looking for protective stuff and stuff, like armor or like, personal sheildy things or like, time stopperizers or something like that, but it's got to be something I can conceal real good. And stuff that can maybe stop people without killing them, but you know that I can hide. Like stun wobblers and shock nodulators and stuff."

"Hmm, let's see what I got!" Blaze said, and began rummaging around under the counter.

"Also my dong's real big and stuff, and it jizzes jizz too fast when I put it in stuff!"

"Oh well yes we have items for that, certainly!" Blaze said, tossing trinkets onto the counter. Mercy's body clicked and ticked as she moved sorting and arranging other small objects for Pektil to look at.

"And some good getaway stuff! Like a car that is tiny and a teleporter thingy and stuff!"

Pektil paused for a moment,

"And gauntlets that shoot fire!"

Mercy set two heavy iron gauntlets inset with glowing red gems on the counter.

Blaze poked his head back up, waving his hands across the collection of amulets, rings, bracers and arm-bands. Most of them were intricate, jointed things of bronze inset with colorful jewels.

"As far as your concealable armor is concerned, your best bet is some kind of protective amulet. This here," he pointed to two crisscrossed metal bands inset with gems and backed in leather that looked like they were supposed to be worn on the chest, "is a force-neutralizing absorption belt. It will protect you from shockwaves, impacts, and magical projectiles or energy projection devices! If it absorbs too much punishment in too short a time period there's a chance it will fry, but once it has time to cool down it'll be good as new as long as it didn't burn out!" He thumped it with the back of his hand and there was a slight hum. "I can let it go for 500 coins."

"I have something less potent for 100, that's only good for a few of hits" He pointed to a solid necklace with a white gem in it.

Next he pointed to an armband with three white gems in it. "This thing can turn you temporarily invisible and masks sounds you make, but unfortunately, anybody who can feel magic or sense psychic energy can still tell where you are. I can let it go for 100 coins. Magic and psychic detection are pretty common. Also, if you start bumping into stuff or things like that, it can burn out if you don't give it time to cool down."

Mercy took out a green gem the size of a goose egg with two metal levers on the side, "This is a portable escape vehicle," She said. When she pulled up on the levers, metal armature folded out from somewhere, transforming the gem into a three-wheeled vehicle with handlebars and a little canopy. Its wheels were spinning matrices of crackling energy. When she folded the handlebars down, it turned back into the gem! "It's 675 coins."

"For teleportation," Blaze said, pulling out a big, complex box and two rings with blue gems on them, "This is a Burnout teleporter. You set the box up somewhere, and when you activate the ring by pressing the gem in, it will teleport you immediately to wherever the box is set up. It burns out the ring though. I can let the whole thing go, with two rings, for 1000 coins, and I can recharge the rings for 200 coins a pop. Only wear one at a time, though. Otherwise, it'll burn all the ones you're wearing out at once." He leaned in conspiratorially, "These things will work in areas that have teleportation dampened, but it might burn out the box too."

"Stuff for strength and speed enhancements are mostly in big armor pieces, so I'll skip that, and I'm betting a lot of that other stuff you mentioned might be out of your price range. For weapons, I got an electrozapper." Mercy put a small device shaped like a gun on the counter. "It shoots mostly-nonlethal electrical arcs into a target and'll drop large animals, although it's of varying usefulness around here. Just depends on what you're shooting." he shrugged, "200 gold."

Mercy waved her hands over the big metal gauntlets. "These shoot forty foot long cones of flame on command. 150 Gold" She paused, "Prolonged use has a chance of burning them out unless you give them time to cool down."

"Lastly," Blaze said, pulling out a jointed metal band with a green gem set in it, "This is a sense-suppressing cockband. It will expand or contract to fit you, and reduces sensation in your johnson. It should help you with any premature problems you might have. Also, it reduces bulge-size while worn." He gestured down at his apron. No bulge visible! "For 123 coins it's yours!"

Pektil had 2,565 coins. He needed to decide what to buy:

Cockband: 123
Flamethrower Gauntlets: 150
Shock Pistol: 200
Burnout Teleporter: 1000
Concealable Escape Buggy: 675
Invisibility Band: 100
Good Protective Belt: 500
Protective Amulet: 100
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No. 459165 ID: 061a93

Nab the cockband, shock pistol, and protective amulet. Maybe the escape buggy, too, although a goose egg sounds a little hard for your tiny frame to conceal. Or carry.
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No. 459171 ID: eba9b6

Cockband pistol invis band and the good protective belt
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No. 459176 ID: f2c20c

>>459164
Cockband, buggy (because having transportation in your pocket is cool no matter what), invis band (also cool even if it's not perfect stealth, and not too expensive), Protection Belt, shock pistol.

Altogether that's 1598. Hmm. First, ask how fast the buggy is. And make sure you can actually drive it! Ask if they have a place you can test it out in, without risking breaking it or you.
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No. 459177 ID: c6ec33

>>459176
Seconding this one.
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No. 459195 ID: b33427

Cockband. If Blaze doesn't mind, you'd like to try it on first to see how well it conceals, and to make sure it doesn't have a bad reaction with the magic that made you large that way in the first place. There a changing room in here?

Invisibility band. While not perfect, it'll work well in situations where you know there won't be psychic or magical detectors. It also might work on Miss Priesmeyer, if you ever had reason to use it that way.

Shock pistol. Even with all the people and critters around here that could shrug it off, it's good to have something that might take 'em down or slow 'em down at range, before they can chew on you. Check that you can pull it from your pocket reasonably fast, and also ask if he has a concealed holster for it; Something that'd fit under a suit jacket.

Good protective belt. This is an obvious choice. Also ask if it can be layered with the protective amulet, and if so, buy that as well. Belt and suspenders redundancy, don'tchaknow.

Concealable escape buggy. 'Cause it looks cool, and having transportation on hand at the flick of a lever is damn handy. Make sure to ask how far and how fast it can go, and how often it can be reliably activated.

Make sure to ask what's the warranty and return policy on this stuff, and where to go to get it repaired if Blaze isn't available. Don't forget the receipt.
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No. 459296 ID: 85b0e2

Pektil had a few questions before he bought anything. "What happens if I put on the good belt and the amulet thing?" he asked.

"Well," Blaze replied, "there would be a protective boost, but if one burned out, so would the other one."

"Can I try driving the wheel thing?" He asked.

Blaze motioned to Mercy, who picked up the green gem and held her empty hand out to Pektil. He put his tiny fuzzy hand inside of hers and she led him out of the shop. Her wooden fingers were smooth and shiny, but her hand was warm. He could hear regular mechanical sounds coming from inside of her body, a little chorus of noises all on different rhythms. Her limbs creaked slightly as she walked, and she pushed open the door with her elbow and stepped out onto the street.

She released her gentle grip on Pektil's hand and unfolded the little escape cart. "Try it out here, but if you crash, you'll have to buy it." He looked up at her lacquered face and shrugged.

The streets in the Mall were wide, and relatively uncluttered except for down in the club district, so it seemed reasonable for Pektil to be able to use the thing. He sat on the seat and the vehicle bounced slightly on it's cracking, humming tires of energy. He fiddled with the pedals and handlebars and drove it in a little circle up and down the street. It wasn't terribly difficult to steer, but Pektil had literally no driving experience of any kind. As long as nothing crazy happened he could definitely make it go straight. It also did have a rollcage, so if he flipped it or something he would probably be alright as long as he buckled in first.

"Did you see me? I was all VROOM VROOM!" he exclaimed, folding it back into its gem form and handing it back to Mercy.

"I'm glad you like it," she said, holding his hand again loosely and leading him back inside.

"How did it handle?" Blaze asked.

"I was all vrrrrrrrr! and EEEEEK!" Pektil said, making motions with his hands to indicate powerslides he didn't nearly even attempt to perform. "Pretty sweet!"

"Oh I need to try on the dickbelt if that's ok, so I can make sure it does right."

Mercy picket it up off the counter and took his hand again, leading him through a curtain and into the back of the shop. She lead him down a narrow corridor, and through another curtain into what appeared to be a changing room. She lifted him up onto the bench, her elbows and shoulders clattering a little as her fingers pressed into the fabric of his overalls and his soft fur, and then with two swift flicks unbuckled the straps.

"Hey, wait a second! I can do it myself!" Pektil said as she pulled the front of his pants down.

She pressed a warm, smooth finger against the end of his nose, and her eyes flashed with golden-white light as she spoke, "Shh, I'll take care of it," she said.

She held the device between the thumb and index finger of her other hand, and he watched links appear and disappear as she widened and narrowed the space between her fingers.

Her other hand reached into the front of his overalls, and his boner immediately began to take shape as her warm, hard digits wrapped around his dongmeat. By the time she'd flopped his dick out of his pants, it was already fully erect.

"Oh dear!" Mercy said, "You may need this more desperately than I assumed." She slipped the band over his dickmeat. The green gem glowed, little wisps and sparks of energy dancing across the band. Immediately, the sensation of her fingertips lightly touching his penis went from the plateaus of erotic delight to more of a sensation of somebody touching his dong a bit as she slid the band flush with the base of his cock. It seemed to contract slightly. "It can easily be removed, although it will stay in place on exposed skin," She continued, sliding it slightly up and down the bottom of his shaft with two fingers.

She wrapped one hand against the bottom of his cock. He could see the little sprockets and wires and brass fixtures in between where her fingers met the back of her hand. Her other hand gripped his dick a little higher up. She rubbed the tip with her thumb, spreading it down across his member as she slowly began to stroke him. Her warm wooden fingers still gave him erotic feelings, but they were way less-strong than normal. He bet she had smokin' hot wooden titties under her dress! She sped up a bit, and Pektil sighed involuntarily.

"You can also choose to deactivate the device without removing it by pressing the gem," she said, touching the gem with the pinkie of her lower hand. Before Pektil could say "No! Wait!" the light went out of the gem and the full sensation of slightly warm dollfingers on his meat popsicle was far too much- as she completed her last stroke, his junk erupted like a vomiting snake that was an ejaculating penis.

The jizz spattered across her face and eyes, and she jumped back involuntarily. "You have got to be kidding me," she said, taking a lacy napkin and dabbing at the spunk.

Pektil immediately turned the thing back on before he got another boner.

"Go, yes, fine, wear it out, it's OK," She said, waving him toward the exit of the booth.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry!" Pektil said, his face hot with embarrassment as he shoved his cock back into his clothes.

"It's fine, really," she said, spunk dripping off her smooth, pointed chin.

He noticed that his semiflaccid junk seemed smaller perhaps, and it didn't create a noticeable impression when he slipped his overalls back on. When he'd had a full hardon, it was definitely as big as usual though. It must be an optical illusion. He scampered out of the booth, rushing past Mercy.

"Does it work OK?" Blaze asked when Pektil came back into the store.

"Yeah, fine!" Pektil said, trying to hurry with his purchase before Mercy came back.

"I'll take the car and the gun and both protection thingies, and the invisibility thing. And the dickthing. I'm uh, I'm wearing that one so like, I will leave it on my junk if that's ok."

"Totally fine, my good man!" Blaze said, putting the items into a brown paper bag and tapping on a big clicky calculator. "That'll be 1698!"

Pektil passed over the coins, leaving him with 867, and took his purchases.

He put on the protective devices, and stashed the gun and the egg in his pockets. Just wearing his overalls, the amulet and belt were both visible, white gems glowing faintly.

He checked his watch and decided to go see Sommer!

*****

He rode his new Escape Buggy down to the big elevator bank and then hopped in, taking his usual route to Sommer's brownstone district. He stowed his stuff and decided to walk down to her apartment. He actually saw her coming up the other way! Perfect timing.

"Hey Sommer!" he waved as he walked closer, his bracelet flashing in the light.

"Hey Pektil!" Sommer shook her head in his direction, seeing as how she was using all her feet to walk with.

"Oh uh, I talked with my boss and junk, and everything is cool with us now," he said, "I really want to thank you for talking with me and all, because it helped me straighten the whole thing out!"

"Oh, awesome," Sommer growled, opening the door and holding it for Pektil. "Are you excited about your big day tomorrow? I see you got lots of new jewelry."

"Yeah," Pektil beamed, "It's awesome spy junk!" They took the elevator up to her apartment, and she managed the key before he could offer to help.

"So uh, I was thinking," he began after they'd settled themselves onto cushions on the floor, "I don't really think being huge matters all that much. I was thinking about maybe moving somewhere nicer too. I like my room because it's super cheap, but, you know?"

Sommer grinned and put a paw on Pektil's knee. He had that boner on lockdown though! Thank you, Blaze Davis!

Pektil talked for a while more about some of the things he done, although he left the handjob out, and eventually Sommer asked him if there was anything on his mind.

"So uh, you're all alone up here, do you want a roommate? I mean, I could help you out and maybe it would be cool to have some company living with you, you know?"

Sommer's expression dropped. Her paw immediately retreated back to her own cushion. "No, uh, no. That's not gonna work. That, uh, wouldn't work out," She said.

"Why not?" Pektil asked.

"Po pays for my apartment. I can't have roommates," She said, looking at the huge screen that showed a nighttime desert vista.

"Oh, uh, that sucks." Pektil said. It was getting kind of late, and Sommer yawned and stretched her legs.

"Well, hey," she said, turning toward the door, "Thanks for coming over and all, but it's getting really late. I guess you better get back home and stuff. You have your super important mission tomorrow."

Pektil stood up slowly, not sure what he should say or do.
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No. 459301 ID: 249083

Oh dear, Pektil. Just how much does she rely on Po for? What the heck kind of relationship do they have? He's so super-protective of her. Do you think he'd get pissy if you had sex with her?

Don't say another thing about Po, okay. Just take it as it goes and let the awkwardness be like it weren't even there.

If you want to free Sommer from Po, like a hero rescuing a princess from a, uh, dragon, it will need to go slow. Maybe you can meet some influential people at the dinner party and make a good impression! And Frost Mother hates Po, so like! Allies! You can have allies! Actually seriously put it down in your head to maybe talk to the Frost Mother a bit some point anyway ok.

But that all comes later.

Just kind of casually thank Sommer for having you over and being someone you can talk to, without making it too gushy and dramatic. Maybe arrange a day and time you can meet up with her after the big mission (if you aren't captured in a heroic action sequence) and you can tell her what you're allowed to tell her about it!
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No. 459319 ID: f2c20c

>>459296
Okay, I changed my mind. We'd better talk about Po. Tell her you thought it was over between them. Why is he still interfering with her life? WHY is he paying for her apartment, anyway? It sounds like he did some bad things to her, and might even still be making her feel bad. If that's true, she should leave. He isn't like Miss Priesmeyer if he's still hurting her.
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No. 459459 ID: c6ec33

>>459301
Mostly this, except with added hugs. And ask if you can just hang out more, since all you really need a place for is to sleep, anyways, and it doesn't sound like it's that far away. Even less so with the buggy.

You were her "hands" for a bit, so why not do it more often, and for free? You feel like you should hang out more when she's not working.

Once you've gotten more friendship points, you can talk about Po. :V
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No. 459474 ID: 061a93

>>459301
I'm going to go with this for now. Sommer will be fine for a while. No need to confront her about it right now. I also agree that we should offer to help Sommer around the house and such, but we might want to do it at a (low) fee so that she does not feel we are pitying her or something.
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No. 459620 ID: 85b0e2

Pektil strongly considered saying something to Sommer. Something was seriously wrong with their relationship. Why was he paying her rent? Was he still doing things to her? Well, for now anyway, he'd keep it to himself. He would have to come up with a plan to do anything about Po anyway. He knew Frost Mother didn't like Po, maybe he should try and find some other allies like her. Spy mission might even be the place to do that.

He walked up to Sommer to give her a hug, but she took a step back towards her bedroom. "Well, you know, if you ever need help, or need hands again or anything, or you just want to hang out when you aren't working, that would be cool. I like hanging out with you a lot."

"Yeah, sure," she said, looking at the floor, "But look, you have a big day so you should get home. I have to work tomorrow anyway. We can meet up after you get done with your secret mission," She grinned, "You will be the cutest secret agent there."

She licked her nostril and snorted a rough giggle.

"I bet I will!" Pektil grinned back, "I'll call you when I'm done."

Sommer opened the door with one paw and Pektil headed for the door. He didn't really want to take the hint, but it was obvious enough for even Pektil to notice. When he walked out, he saw the hall manager walking back to her office. She winked and licked her lips, then blinked past him.

He picked up his pace and when he got back on the street, pulled out his escape buggy and lit out for home! Dang, his escape buggy was awesome! He slipped into the machine area and then pulled Escape Buggy out again. He could really drive it around here pretty safely, because the whole place was so big and smooth, and the machines were far apart.

He folded it back and put it on top of his clothes with his other gadgets, and crawled into bed. He stowed the receipt safely away, and read the warranty on the bottom of it. If the items failed to perform as advertised, then he could return them and get a refund.

He also saw that pamphlet he'd picked up at the cute zoo place. The one about finding the fluffy. He'd have to look at it later. He clicked off his little lamp and went to sleep.

****

He woke up excited, not sure how long he slept. Probably not that long! He put on all his awesome new stuff, and decided to wear his tunic under his overalls so his concealables were actually concealed. He checked the address again, and then checked it one more time, before he headed out into the mall.

The location was an island connected to the mallside proper by a narrow walkway. It was basically a waypoint full of elevator banks and escalators, and a number of folks were constantly arriving and exiting. It was in one of the generic Daylight districts next to a food court and some orgies.

Pektil didn't have any way to know who his contact was. He had to hope they'd recognize him. He walked down to the island and waited. Here went a group of buzzing spheres from one escalator to the next. A little dragon with seaweed fronds for a mane disembarked and trotted past him. A man in armor whose head was an entire cat held the leashed of a group of collared animal-people. One of the larger elevators stopped with a pleasant chime. The door slid open, and Pektil saw the creature inside motion to him.

Sie was a taur, with the front legs of some kind of bird and the back legs of a big cat. Hir torso had two giant, exposed breasts and sie had the head of a fox. Sie was only wearing some kind of weird saddle with big pouches on the side, and hir fur covered body was neon pink and yellow. Sie had a pair of giant, feathery wings folded to the sides of hir taurbody. A big bushy fox tail wagged in the air behind hir round, smooth rump. Hir nipples were neon green, as was the long tongue hanging from hir mouth, and the massive erect penis that bobbed up and down between hir legs as sie breathed. It looked like a weapon, pointed on the end with a bulbous knot at the base. It was bigger around than he was! Maybe twice as long as he was tall!

"Hey, you Pektil? I'm Zephyr! Get in!" Sie grinned, and he noticed that hir eyes were large and purple.
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No. 459633 ID: e81a07

Well, yeah, you're totally Pektil, right? Maybe you should have decided on a super-awesome spy-name but it's a bit too late for that.

Okay your contact is incredibly horrifying but that's okay. Just climb onto that saddle and grab on! I'm guessing that's what sie wants, right? Maybe confirm it first and then go for a ride. This sounds like fun. Be sure to ask her where you're going, and maybe see if you can coax a bit more out of her about what your assignment is about. What kind of data your magic thingy is going to be collecting, and who Zephyr is, and how she got involved in all of this. You want to make sure you know enough to know that it's safe, but not know TOO much that you can't claim ignorance!

It might help to hit on her a bit to open her up to you! She uh. She seems like she'd be receptive to that.
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No. 459634 ID: eba9b6

man up pektil and take the knot. #yolo
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No. 459673 ID: f2c20c

>>459620
Jesus christ what an eye-blindingly garish monster. Ask them if being erect all the time gets painful. Do not hit on them, Pektil. You do not want a piece of that giant schlong. But yeah, get in a pouch.
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No. 459800 ID: 85b0e2

Pektil thought that maybe he should man up and take the knot #yolo but then realized he would live twice so he should probably not take the knot. Besides, it would definitely, literally tear him apart. The horrifying thing was directly at eye level, staring at him and wobbling slightly like a terror-bringing rape missile just waiting to fire. He saw a tiny dot of glowing green something forming on its obscene tip and quickly stepped into the elevator and to the side, sort of blocking out some of it with Zephyr's legs. Pektil assumed that he should climb on Zephyr's back for some reason.

He grabbed the pouches and pulled himself up, noticing that they were full of boxes, packages, and sheaves of paper, as well as a vibrant collection of dildos and other objects that wavered somewhere between sex toy and instrument of torture. Pektil climbed between the pouches onto the more saddle-like part, and wrapped his hands around a couple of straps. Zephry's wings rustled slightly, and sie closed the elevator door and keyed in a destination.

"Aww yeah, you gonna ride me baby? haha" Zephyr said, turning hir torso to the side so that sie could look Pektil in the face. Sie made a thrusting motion and bit hir bottom lip as sie said it, hir long hair drifting to partially cover hir huge, bouncing breasts as she thrusted. "Haha I'm just kidding, but no seriously I would fuck you, haha," Sie said, running hir neon tongue across her teeth.

After a moment of terrified silence on Pektil's part, sie reached back and patted him on the shoulder, a retardedly awkward motion, and then laughed again in a short staccato burst, "Nah, it's cool man, I would split you like a, you know? Like a kielbasa going inside a vienna sausage. Pchow!" The illustrative hand gestures did nothing but reinforce Pektil's already nightmare-inducing mental image.

He decided to move the conversation literally anywhere else.

"So uh, where are we going? You're my contact right? Can you tell me what this is about?"

"Aww, nah man, I'm just lookin for little dudes to anally vore haha!" sie winked and make a clicking sound with her mouth, making sideways finger pistols. "haha, not really, ha. Nah, yeah, I'm Zephyr Talonthunderclaw, herm gryphox and professional courier. I got a package for you baby," sie winked in a horrifyingly lewd manner.

Sie reached back into the saddlebags, her enormous tits smooshed together as sie dug through the pouches. Pektil tried to pretend there wasn't a dangerous meat bludgeon directly beneath him, but it was useless. That thing was offensively gigantic. Why the hell was it even erect?

"So uh, what's your deal again? How did you get involved in all this?" Pektil asked.

"Oh dayuuum!" Zephry shouted, turning around to face the glass side of the elevator while withdrawing a large white bag. "Look at that total hottie right there!" Sie was tapping on the glass insistently with one long claw. Pektil saw a cherry red eight foot tall vixen with pierced nipples and tits twice the size of her head standing next to a musclebound doberman whose horsecock flopped down to his knees.

Zephyr put hir eagle claws on the glass wall, smashing hir tits down and humping. Pektil held on to the straps to keep from falling off. He could unfortunately hear something squeaking wetly against the side of the elevator.

"A-are you rubbing your dick on the glass?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah man, they didn't see me though. Bummer." Sie slid back down. "I wanted to bake bake dem biscuit biscuits if you know what I mean," sie winked again and licked hir teeth with hir neon green tongue.

"But nah, I mean, I'm supposed to give you this stuff and take you down to the first floor, and you're supposed to read it right now because I think you're supposed to change in the elevator? I'm a professional courier, dog." Sie flapped her bright pink wings.

As sie handed Pektil the bag, sie just kept talking, "Did you see my dick? Fuckin' awesome right? Shit was expensive!"

"Doesn't it hurt being hard all the time?" He couldn't help but ask.

Sie flung her head back and made a "pshhh!" sound with hir mouth, puffing out hir cheeks. "Nah man, it's awesome! This is basically like, normal, and instead of getting a boner when I get horny, it starts drippin instead!" Pektil could make out streaks of faintly glowing fluid smeared across the elevator window. He didn't think he'd seen it there before he got in.

"So uh, what's your deal? I feel like I been doin' all the talkin'" Sie looked at him with her huge purple eyes, mouth open in a happy pant.
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No. 459804 ID: 84ad1f

Lick the tip.
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No. 459805 ID: eba9b6

Man up and lick the tip of hir dick pektil. #swag #yolo
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No. 459806 ID: 0b56b9

Just tell her the truth! That you're just a kind of amateur courier yourself! Or, well. You aren't actually sure what you're doing, or who your employers are. You're just supposed to do a thing? They came to you and you needed the money.

Try to make it sound innocent. You're in spy mode already, okay Pektil? Don't let on too much about yourself, and try to get as much information as you can about everyone else!

See what else you can find out about hir, and how sie was hired, and what sie knows about your employers, maybe? You might want to hop off hir back and lick the tip, to loosen her up, you know?

Just poke your tongue against the little liquid bead at the tip.
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No. 459807 ID: f2c20c

Stay away from the horrifying phallus.

Just get changed quick and get away from the nightmarish creature.
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No. 459809 ID: f453e3

You can totally make this work. You just have to be a little creative.

Licking is a start.
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No. 459815 ID: 061a93

No fuck don't lick the tip jesus. Just open the package. Read the thing. Argh.
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No. 459816 ID: c6ec33

Don't lick any part of this creature, OK? :V

But like, comment that you just have a job to do down on the first floor that you need to look fancy for.

And... maybe ask why her drippings glow and are green and stuff.
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No. 459817 ID: 0093c2

pektil no

look, there is no way in hell that that monster meat popsicle cums normal cum. it probably cums mind control jizz made out of farts or something. Best to keep as much between you and the dong as possible, licking it is super out of the question ok?

also it'll probably spray shit all over you and make you too gross to do your spy mission. You can't be a cute little waiter while you're dripping with green spunk okay? that is not appropriate attire.

Just let it know that you were looking for part-time work while you were new in town and got hired by a guy to do a thing for him. You've gotten a job since, but you figured you should still go ahead and do this for the extra dildos.
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No. 459818 ID: 2f7616

do it do it do it do it do it
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No. 459821 ID: 76486c

just lick it pektil. her glowing jizz will obviously give you magic powers ok.
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No. 459824 ID: f2c20c

>>459817
Yeah that's a really good point. Pektil shouldn't get messy before a job that requires fancy dress.
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No. 459832 ID: c31f72

Lick it, you know you want to.
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No. 459859 ID: b33427

Secret agent mode, Pektil; Don't say what's actually the deal. Instead, say you don't know what the deal is. That a friend of a friend lined up a paying job for you, and said to be where you were, when you were, for the details. You're just going to go along and hope the money is worth whatever the job is.

Shift the subject by asking what other "work" Zephyr's had done on hirself, other than the perma-boner, and, you assume, the riotous color scheme. What'd sie look like all the way back at the beginning?

Mention to Zephyr that you've seen many in The Mall with similar gratuitous phallic dimensions as hir, but not nearly as many who look like they can accept said dimensions. You're kinda wondering how tough it is for those like hir to find someone who can safely take them.

Have the horrifying thought that since there's a place such as Last Whisper in The Mall, there's gonna be a place for those who's fetish is to "go out" impaled upon a penis of obscene proportions. Multiply that horrifying thought by itself when you realize there are those here who's fetish is to do the impaling who'll accommodate them. Try not to bury yourself in Zephyr's back fluff and whimper in terror.

Oh, and it nearly goes without saying, but don't lick the glowing green pre, m'kay.
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No. 459907 ID: 85b0e2

Pektil clambered down off Zephyr's back and checked the bag. Inside were the myriad of tuxedo components, including a vest and a cummerbund. He put them on the elevator floor, and dug around in the bottom of the bag. There was a bottle of thick, yellow-white liquid, a printed card with his picture on it, and a typewritten note:

object is sewn into cummerbund. Change into tuxedo and place weapons/personal clothes in bag. Drink potion. Masks magic properties on body and dampens psychics. Change in elevator, go toward Authority center and continue past. 12' Blue winged bird sitting on bench at following coordinates. Leave personal clothes and weapons on bench next to bird. Keep walking until see party venue. Outdoors. Not able to miss. Present card, do as told. After job is complete, retrieve clothes from blue winged bird. change, leave tuxedo and card with bird. Will contact with remainder of payment. After memorizing instructions, destroy note.

Woah, it really made Pektil feel like a secret agent! He groped the fabric of the cummerbund and could feel some hard object near the back, but it wasn't at all visible.

"I'm sort of an amateur courier myself!" Pektil said. He made sure he had been holding the note underneath Zephyr while he read, so sie couldn't peep if sie wanted to. "I'm not sure exactly who my employers are, I'm new in town and I got the job through a friend, more or less. It seems pretty legit and I needed money. I just have to go down on the first floor and be a fancy waiter" he paused for a minute, "What about you? How'd you get hired?"

"Oh, just a normal job. I get a message and payment with location and recipient and special instructions. It's basically all anonymous and shit." Zephyr rustles hir wings.

Although Pektil was out of sight under Zephyr's torso, he was distressingly close to hir monstrous phallus. He could also clearly see the cantaloupe-sized testicles hanging behind it. The whole horrifying thing would twitch occasionally, a glowing bead of neon green pre cradled on the pointed, scoop shaped tip. It would pulse slightly once in a while, the slit at the end opening slightly like a pair of lips. Darker veins were clearly visible beneath the taut, shiny flesh of it.

Pektil quickly began to change his clothes. He tried not to think about the fact that Last Whisper existed, and so a place for people to be "exploded like a kielbasa going into a vienna sausage" probably existed too. There were clearly individuals who had the equipment for the job. Some folks here probably got off on it. The already terrifying phallus began to grow even more sinister. Pektil shook his head and tried to think about literally anything else.

"So uh, What's up with your giant dong anyway? I've seen a bunch of giant dongs, but it hardly seems like very many girls could put them inside, you know? So like, isn't it hard to find somebody who only lives once and can take the knot?" Pektil was failing horribly at keeping his mind off of the bludgeon swinging between Zephyr's legs, "Oh and why is your dick snot green?"

Zephyr set it to swinging with a few pelvic thrusts. It slapped in sharp, wet smacks against hir belly. "Aw nah man, I'm rollin' in pussy and ass! Yeah yeyuh!" Pektil couldn't see hir face, but he assumed shi was making some kind of hand gesture. "First, there's macros, and a whole shitload of ferals and dragons and shit, they're usually pretty big and deep, 'course I got some mad girth going on," another hip motion set it to spinning in a circle, almost slapping Pektil in the face. Fortunately, he was mostly dressed by then. "Then anybody whose into unbirth or anal vore can stretch and take it, and there's shitloads of size queen mods that keep your body from gettin' wrecked my Zeph's mad tool! haha!" Zephyr's high-pitched feminine laugh set her cock to floppin as she shook.

"The green shit? That's awesome right? I just got that like, a few months ago. It's gelled Monster Energy drink. Shit is so cash, right right? haha!" Zephry made a little grunt sound as hir back legs flexed, and Pektil watched the bead of precum swell, forming into a drop that hung from the very tip of Zephyr's cock. "Pretty fuckin' cool! I can hook you up."

Pektil had no idea what monster energy drink was. There was a vague smell of strawberries, sugar and battery acid under Zephry's legs. It smelled sort of like something you were supposed to consume? Impulsively, Pektil stuck his tongue out and caught the drip before it fell off of Zephry's gargantuan cock, just barely licking the tip.

The fluid was sickeningly sweet and had an almost painful acidic tartness. He guessed it was better than stagnant pond water. Maybe.

Zephyr stepped back, grinning, hir massive tits bouncing up and down as sie thrusted hir hips. "Aww yeah, buddy," sie winked slowly, "Gettin a piece of big Zephy?"

Pektil felt a lightheaded sort of tingling sensation. Pektil felt maybe he should change the conversation again, "So uh, how much other stuff have you had done?" He was finished dressing by now, and he put his clothes in the courier bag. He needed to decide if he was going to take his buggy and his pistol or not.

"Haha, you're so cute," Zephyr said, then leaned forward, tongue hanging out and wings spread, smashing hir tits together with her forearms, "But serious I would MMM! tear your ass up!" then she straightened up and winked before breaking out into another peal of laughter. "Aww shit son, ain't none a this original. I been workin on this body for years!" Sie stepped to the side, striking a variety of poses for Pektil to admire hir sleek pelt, floofy tail, narrow hips, scaly foreclaws, muscular thighs and wide flank. Sie even looked back at him over hir own shoulder, raising hir tail so he could see her neon green anus and pussy lips. The lips were distressingly thick, and spread open like a hungry, toothless mouth while he watched. Strings of glowing green fluid hung across the gaping, neon walls of hir interior

"Shit is fuckin' awesome, right?" sie said, turning back to face Pektil. The elevator dinged as it reached the first floor.
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No. 459953 ID: e87e80

Zephyr reminds me of Brucie Kibbutz.
Sie might be on something similiar to steroids.
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No. 459962 ID: eba9b6

she is obviously inviting you in pektil and you gotta give that cockband a proper test with a vagina. so fuck hir in that elevator like the horny lil mok dude you are.
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No. 459967 ID: 0b56b9

Okay, Pektil, that's enough. Sie's adorable, sure, but you only seduce someone when it's really super useful,and she doesn't really have anything else to give us. She knows less than we do about the whole thing, so re-read those directions a whole-super bunch, okay? Make sure you can hear the whole thing in your head, ok. Don't screw it up, because it's really simple instructions.

Then, uhm, eat them? Do you think you can? I can't think of a safer way of destroying the note.

Drink the potion, and keep your invisibility dealie and other magic trinkets and getaway doodads on you. The potion should make your invisibility way more useful, so be ready to use that in case everything goes butt-down.

When you're ready, do as the note says. Go past Authority center, find the blue bird, drop off your stuff, and go find the soiree. Remember, you're a spy, so start keeping things on the down-low. I know you like to ramble on about things, but keep your mouth shut for now, for the spy-gig, okay? Just ask simple questions and nod. You're here to do a job, and it'll help if you're as unmemorable as possible.

Still keep an ear open and try to learn who's who. You and Frost Mother can't take Po down alone because he's fucking OP, so it'll help to know what other kind of powers exist in the NSM, and what sort of shenanigans they're up to, and who might later be useful! But don't make it obvious you're listening no jeez. Just be ready to do all waitery. Just.

Just pretend you're a waiter, that is how a true spy works. A true spy works by pretending he isn't a spy at all, without forgetting that he IS. So. Don't be incredibly dumb.
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No. 460000 ID: f2c20c

>>459907
OH GOD AAAAA

Just uh, say that you're sure people must like it but you have to go now bye.

Do the stuff you're supposed to do.
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No. 460011 ID: 061a93

Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, Pektil, of all the horrible things you've done here, why that. Oh well, nothing to do now but bury it deep in the memory vaults forever and throw away the key. Just go do your spy shit.
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No. 460085 ID: 2b2f1f

Pektil had literally no intention of remembering what he had just done. He would lock it deep in the memory vaults and throw away the key. He could still taste it.

"Yeah, uh, it's, um, nice? I'm sure people uh, people like it," Pektil said. He had no idea if Zephyr was on something or just... like that. He wasn't sure which scenario was more terrifying.

"Hey, yo, here's my digits," Zephyr said, slapping a folded peice of paper in his hand.

"Gimme a call and we can hang out or something, go bag some hotties! haha!" Sie gyrated lewdly, "Or I can rock you like a fuckin' insane overclocked robot babysitter" sie said the last bit with hir bottom lip between hir teeth, and leaned over to rustle hir fingers through the fur on the top of Pektil's head. "haha, nah, I'm kidding but call me and we can hang." Sie did a wagglin motion with her thumb and pinkie extended on the side of her head as Pektil scampered off and the elevator doors slid closed.

He read over the instructions several times and then crumpled them into a ball and ate them. He did the same with Zephyr's number after committing it to memory, just to be safe.

The last time he had been down this way, he'd been feeling really bad and looking to get away. Now, he was in a totally different place. He was ready! He felt super nervous about the mission, but he also felt really really excited and pretty awesome! He'd even got a bunch of secret spy gear! He guessed he would not take the gun because the note said not to, but he was keeping all his other stuff. The sleeves of the tuxedo jacket went down over his invisibility bracelet, which he realized now would be even better since his magic was masked. He swigged the thick, whitish-yellow fluid. It was a sticky slime, but it basically tasted like salty butter. It got that other flavor, the one he didn't remember where it came from, out of his mouth anyway. He tossed the bottle away and put some SKIP in his step. Was he sweating? Yeah he felt a little sweaty, and jittery but like, with a BUNCH of energy. Woo! Yeah! He was gonna spy the SHIT out of this mission, and find all the secrets and save Sommer and stuff! Yeah!

The massive garden towered on his right, the huge shops and storefronts to his left. Instead of strolling under the eaves with most of the smaller folk, Pektil walked down the middle of the road, in the bright light that felt like nice, warm sunlight on his face. Move out of the way, macros! Pektil's on a mission! The air smelled like trees and fur and bricks and all kinds of stuff! He saw the huge benches with the smaller benches under them, and the big wrought iron gates that lead into the park area.

He walked past the bit Authority center with the huge glass front, watching all the poor suckers wait around outside. Pektil's not going to jail! Not today! He kept right on strolling! Past trees and buildings, he could see something in the distance. A huge shape towering over everything else. It was the far wall of the Mall! He saw a spot with a bluejay or something. Some kind of bird anthro wearing running shorts and a tank top. he thought it was a girl but she didn't have any boobs so like, he guessed it was pretty impossible to tell? She was reading a little novel and wearing sunglasses. Her toned thighs and calves were black and scaled, ending in some pretty wicked talons, and there were some steps that led up to the top of the bench. Pektil wasn't sure if he should talk to her, or just set the package down and leave. It had his clothes and his pistol in it. He wasn't sure if he should leave anything else.
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No. 460088 ID: e3e97e

>>460085
It'd be rude not to say anything. But be a bit discreet I guess?
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No. 460089 ID: f2c20c

>>460085
Just say hi. Ask her to watch your stuff.
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No. 460128 ID: e9e3b5

So long as she looks like she's twelve feet tall, then yeah, this is probably the bird, okay? Just drop your stuff off and don't say anything. Just make eyecontact before you drop it off, if you can. See if, like. She even makes any sign of recognition. Acknowledgement. If she seems like she's ignoring you then just drop it off like it's almost an accident, real smooth and spy-like. Just follow her lead, basically! Especially if she gives you no lead to follow.

Then just keep going on until you get to the place you can't miss, show them the card with your picture on it, and do whatever they tell you to do. Remember, play things smoooooth.
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No. 460129 ID: 006627

Just try to take it easy, Pektil. You just drank half a gallon of caffeine out of a macrohermfoxtaur's immense dork, after all.
You're going to be jittery and excited for a couple hours.

Jesus, it's like I'm really playing secondlife.
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No. 460132 ID: e9e3b5

>>460128

Not just make sure she's the right size, make sure she has wings, too. Did you notice wings on her, Pektil? Because I didn't see any yet. Take a good close look and make SURE she has wings, too.
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No. 460187 ID: b33427

The card said there were coordinates, didn't it? Do you remember what they were? 'Cause if you do, whisper them into your Mall communicator to get a map and directions to confirm that it's the bench this bluejay is sitting on.

Once confirmed, take the stairs up, and leave the bag next to the blue birdy. Say nothing, draw no attention, and only reply to the bird if it speaks to you. Even if it's the wrong bird, there's a good chance your stuff will still be there when you come back later, since it's a small bag on top of a macro bench. Just slip it to the back so it doesn't get sat on.
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No. 461060 ID: c0e1ed

Oh, right! Pektil remembered coordinates, wings and height were all things for him to pay attention to. This bird wasn't 12 feet tall, didn't have wings, and wasn't at the proper coordinates. Although he guessed he could just leave his stuff here, that seemed like a really exceptionally terrible idea. Besides, he'd memorized the coordinates.

Maybe it was the Monster Energy Drink? He felt jittery and it was really hard to focus! But! But! He felt hype! He rolled the top of his bag up and kept right on strolling! He tried to focus a bit more, and realized that the crowds were much thinner. There were a few storefronts, but most of the buildings had no names and looked severe and administrative. There were even a few other folk wearing tuxedos walking the same direction! He noticed something else too. Above the tall trees, past the shoulders of the strolling macros, beyond the layered islands of mall extending up into infinity, the far wall wasn't a wall at all.

Instead of white-gray, it was a faded gold, split by a vertical line. inlaid with intricate geometric designs, with metal hoops possibly hundreds of feet around. It was a massive door. He could see the top of it. The whole shape was tall and thin, even though it appeared to span the full width of the back wall. It rose so high up, so massively tall, that it had the aspect of narrowness. He had never seen something nearly so huge in his life!

oh, right, paying attention! He checked his communicator and there was the bench! That blue bird was much more 12 feet tall, and had scaly black arms and much more human legs. He was slender, in baggy shorts and a t-shirt, with a large pair of wings extended over the back of the bench from his shoulderblades. Pektil climbed the little stairs and set his bag on the curved concrete next to the bird's butt. "oh, hi, would you mind watching my stuff?" Pektil asked.

He glanced at Pektil over the glossy magazine he was reading. Pektil saw a pair of headphone wires disappearing into the feathers on the side of his head. "Sure," the bird said, nodding.

Pektil hopped down and continued toward the door.

The instructions had been right. He really couldn't have missed it if he wanted to. The giant park eventually ended. Pektil could see the fence turn a sharp corner as he walked into the open space in front of the door. Even the floor of the mall ended well short of the door itself. It was a vast, open plaza, with some sort of gargantuan fountain spraying mist into the air. It was too far away for him to really make out any significant details. To his left, on the closer mall side, was what had to have been the event. A cordon of velvet ropes had been set up under the edge of the second floor. The line leading up to the front was a tremendous serpent of creatures of all sizes, shapes and descriptions leading up to a space in the ropes where the guests were being checked. Two massive Authorities stood, one to each side. One was a red dragon, the other a blue-black panthress. Both wore tuxedo jackets and nothing else, their massive breasts, huge, erect penises, and muscular, hyperfeminine proportions almost entirely uncovered. Both had the same almost-manic grins he remembered from his first encounter with them, the night he met Sommer. He saw another group of what he guessed were waitstaff like himself massing much further down the cordon. Past the rope, black tables with with cloths of various sizes were scattered around the sectioned area, many guests already seated, some on chairs and some on lounges depending on their shapes.

More Authorities, some as short as eight feet, others towering thirty feet or more, lounged here or there, leaning against the wall, standing just inside the cordon. He noticed a group of them chatting in a group. All standing next to each other, it was easy to see that despite their size and whatever animal flavoring they happened to have, their bodies were almost identical. All of them had dangerous, sly expressions on their faces, eyes roving across the gathering crowds. Pektil slid in with the other waitstaff, their line moving much more quickly. No one was really saying anything, so Pektil took his cue from the people around him and kept silent. The Authorities checking them had the superficial attributes of blue dragon, a dalmatian and a crocodile. He presented his card to the shortest of the three, the dalmatian, and was waved over to one side.

He walked toward the wall, where long tables had been set up in front of unmarked double doors. Other similarly-dressed staffcreatures bustled around the area. A tall pink creature with eight arms and an armadillo-like face was arranging little delicacies on small trays. When Pektil approached, she handed one to him. "Shift just starting?" he nodded. "Simple, really, wander where you want, collect empty drink glasses, take drink orders, offer your treats. Move around. She put the tray on his hand, and propped the other side of it on the top of his head so he was holding it above him. She patted him comfortingly on the back and sent him on his way.

Pektil needed to decide what his plan was. he could try to find another waiter and ask them stuff, go up close to the front where folks were coming in, go check out the Authorities in their little knot over to the side, or meander among the already seated guests.
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No. 461069 ID: 061a93

Shit, what was our actual mission, again? Go mingle a bit, I guess.
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No. 461071 ID: f2c20c

Your orders are pretty simple and clear. Just do your job, don't try to go the extra mile to get extra information. This mission is a passive one, so don't fuck it up.

Taking empty drink glasses should be easy. Offering treats seems fairly simple as well, but if you pick up anything, ask someone knowledgeable WHAT it is. You can't offer things without knowing about the things. Taking drink orders... could be an issue. Do you have a notepad or something to write them down in? If not, you should get one or ask another waiter for tips on how to make sure you remember them.

Finally, for all our sakes, don't approach the Authorities unless you have a disturbance to report. You do NOT want to attract their attention unless you're supposed to. Stay under the radar!
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No. 461121 ID: b33427

It's no wonder that Zephyr acts so hype all the time; Shi's practically marinated in Monster Energy from the inside out. Gotta wonder how shi can even get to sleep, but you figure shi probably got that necessity modded out so shi could "go all night and day and night," as shi would say.

Oh, hey, it's that massive door from your dream. You're going to have to remember to check that out after your job is done.

Alright, stick to your mission. Act like a waiter, mingle about, and don't do anything suspicious or out of place. Stick to the areas with more "shorties" like yourself, and avoid areas with lots of macros and others significantly taller than you; You'll look out of place or lost, and that draws attention. Heh, you might even spot other mok here, though probably not ones from your world.

Find another waiter, follow them, and try to listen in to how they describe what the treats are to the guests. Once you find one who sounds like they know what's what, sidle up and ask 'em what the treats on your platter are. Say you're asking out of concern for guest's food allergies.

Considering that you can only handle one tray at a time, you could get away with only offering treats the whole time. Just empty a treat tray, then fill it with empty drink glasses and take them back. Though, if you do end up taking drink orders, do you still have your Mall communicator? It might have a voice memo feature you could use to record the orders.
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No. 461124 ID: 2dec3a

>>461121

This is all super good suggestions for sure.

Be sure to keep your ears open for gossip, though, okay? It's a long shot, but Po isn't gonna let go of Sommer easily, right? If you hear anyone mention his name, or the Last Whisper, see if you can hear what you can! Maybe you'll get lucky and hear someone talking about how Po's a total jerkbutt and you can keep them in mind for later ok.

But more than anything else, forget that you're doing a spy mission, okay. Just do your best as a waiter! And seriously stay the heck away from the Authorities good jeez they are creepy as hell.
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No. 488851 ID: 1fb3c0

Pektil wasn't really worried about remembering things. His memory had always been really super good. Besides, he only had to remember the names of drinks, not anything else. It shouldn't really be an issue.

He decided to follow another waiter first, as more and more guests began to arrive. The waiter was a neon blue mantis, one of its raptorial legs turned sideways to hold the platter of treats. The mantis's exposed abdomen buzzes when it talks, a wet, smooth sound. It simply says "hors d'oeuvres?" to the guests it passes. He noticed the other waitstaff seeming to do the same. Nobody was really asking what anything was, so maybe it wouldn't be a big deal if he knew? He didn't know what was on his tray, but he'd make a point to ask when he got a new tray, and be able to say the name at least if anybody questioned him about it. As for memorizing the named of drinks people ordered, he didn't think he'd have a big problem with that really. He saw some of the waitsaff with little pads, but he was pretty confident in his ability to memorize some stuff.

He walked around amongst the bustle of the guests. The tables were sort of randomly arrayed, so it didn't go from little to big, or feral to humanoid or anything like that. Still, it was easy enough to find smaller tables, and the bigger ones too. Pektil make a concerted effort to locate a waiter that seemed to know anything about anything. He eventually found a yellow-green long-necked biped that looked like a cross between a sloth and a lizard. He appeared to be male. Pektil asked what his treats were and committed the name to memory, fully prepared to answer any questions.

As more guests filed in, Pektil noted a few groups that seemed to stand out: One area consisted of flat, low lounges around a long, square table. Large, feral dragons reclined around the perimeter, chatting with one another. One was a massive golden dragon with glittering scales and wide, finlike wings, another was a black and gray creature that seemed to be made of cooling magma, sparks and embers drifting from its broad, heavy mouth. He couldn't quite make out the other occupants without getting in closer.

Another long, L-shaped table was also very low. A variety of taurs and ferals layed around it on cushions. Many of the feral creatures had bipedal servants attached to them with chains or leashes, and Pektil saw them feeding their feral companion. One, a shaggy, deerlike creature with a gigantic circle of antlers, had several anthropomorphic female deer who were literally chewing his food for him, transferring it into his mouth with their long, pink tongues. The sight gave Pektil uncomfortable feelings in his tuxedo, and he was thankful for the cockring. Blaze Davis, you are a godsend!

He also saw a big table with a bunch of varying seats. The guests already seated all appeared to be wearing silk robes or colorful, lacquered armor with a variety of fancy designs. One of them was a yellow anthro fox, tall and slender, with nine huge, fluffy tails fanned out behind her. Another was a huge, red ogre with a single eye and horn, a massive iron club sitting next to him. A cock the size of Pektil's torso hung out from under his leopard-print loincloth. Next to him was some fellow in armor, a big flag on a pole on his back. His helmet's faceplate was carved to look like the guy sitting next to him, and Pektil noticed the flag had two crossed penises on it. The last one was some sort of quadrupedal, nude creature, like a taur, but the four legs were splayed and human, and she had a torso with two arms as well. Her face was a giant, gaping cunt that flapped and sprayed fluids when she talked, disgusting, curly pubes in some sort of sparse, frightening afro.

If Pektil was looking for good gossip, one of these three tables might have something juicy. He shuddered and reflected on his poor choice of words in reference to that last creature.

He could also try some other table [describe it! with a number, obviously] go hang out with the authorities, or try to stay over near the other servers, or just randomly mingle and not try to pick up any gossip.
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No. 488852 ID: c66b8f

Look, when all is said and done, having some kind of further info on Sommer's boss Po wouldn't hurt, either. If these dragons at the dragon table will be gossiping dragon gossip, maybe you can get a nice earful of something useful?

Also that way you don't have to hang out with ogrecock or worry about getting too turned on watching the deer be mouth-fed (and then you start fantasizing about chewing Sommer's food and feeding it to her with a kiss ok don't get stuck thinking about that)
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No. 488945 ID: bdb3f8

Mother fucker. All those fluffy tails. NINE of them. You better go touch one.
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No. 489005 ID: b33427

Even though you have a sudden urge to touch all those fluffy fox tails for some inexplicable reason, the repulsing prospect of being near that cunt-faced aberration and, to a lesser extent, the giant red ogre dong, overwhelms that urge.

Head on over to near the feral dragon's table and see what gossip you can pick up. Dragons are known for being in the know, so even their idle chat and gossip could be worth something, even if they don't mention Po in particular. Plus, the big feral ones usually have smaller servants, attendants and such in tow; That's another group you can listen in to. You can offer your treats to them and to take their drink orders so it isn't so odd that tiny you are hanging around huge dragons.
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No. 489110 ID: 1fb3c0

The fluffy tails seemed to call to him. Holding the tray with one hand, Pektil slowly reached forward. He wondered if maybe she had a secret, extra fluffy tail that he couldn't see... He saw her lift a cube of tofu with long, red chopsticks, her sharp white teeth and pink tongue delicately removing the morsel...

Then the cuntface started laughing about something, a disgusting, farty-queef sound that made Pektil retch a little. No, yeah, that was not a good table for him to hang out at.

He wandered closer to the ferals, watching the anthro deers feed the big one. He noticed that they were all nude, except for gold metal collars, like shackles, bolted together around their necks. From the bolts, long, clanking gold chains extended upward, attached by rings and caps to his mass of antlers. When he shifted his head, the chains jangled and clinked, like a giant chandelier with naked bitches hanging on it. They had creamy chests, and were all various sizes and shapes, some tall and skinny, some short and curvy, with tits ranging from perky to straight up slammin'. Some even had tits between their legs, or like, four sets of tits. and vaginas. Pink, exposed vaginas. One was just layin' on his back fingering herself. Pektil made note of the fact that their hooves were apparently gold too. He had somehow failed to notice that before. The anthros roved across the huge deer's bulk, chewing his morsels, putting them into his mouth by pressing their small lips to his massive ones. Like kisses. Pektil felt the tray list above him as he thought about how it would feel to chew up like, a really good sandwich, and spit the mush in Sommer's mouth...

No! Wait! No time for this! He had a job to do! Not that kind of job either, the other kind! Pektil tried to straighten out the hors d'oeurves by janking the plate a little, and wandered toward the dragons. Dragons were safe. Safe dragons. Shit, Pektil was scared of dragons. Frost Mother and Great Lung Po had terrified the piss out of him! Almost literally!

He got closer to the dragon lounge area. They were all western dragons. The big gold one, the magma-looking guy, and several others. One was long, shimmery-iridescent blue serpent with no apparent arms or legs, but wide, iridescent fins in matched sets that ran along the length of her body. He guessed she was a girl because she had long eyelashes. Guys didn't have eyelashes like that like, ever. Plus he thought she was kinda hot. Pektil decided she would be "sexy serpent"

There were three other dragons.

One was brown and serpentine, with long thin limbs with two toes each. It had frill-like wings between its legs and a row of bony knobs down its back. It had a rounded head with drooping, frilly ears and slitted nostrils, and one of its eyes was jet black."black eye" was this guy. Chicks never had one messed up eye.

One had a stocky, long body and glittering, platinum scales that shaded darker on its belly. Its tail had a massive stinger like a scorpion, and it had six powerful legs with wide, four toed paws that terminated in huge, glittering claws. It had massive, folded wings that spanned the length of its body and its head was long and elegant, with two straight, short horns. Its eyes were almond-shaped that looked like glowing metal out of the furnace, and long tendrils hung down the sides of its face. This one was a dude, he guessed, because he was like, really effin' shiny and big. "Platinum pimp" was a good name for him.

The last dragon had scarlet, gemlike scales, like a pebbled lizard hide. thin limbs and a short, doglike body. Its hind legs had shorter toes, while its forelegs looked like long-fingered hands, and its wings were like some kind of weird mechanical apparatus growing out of its flesh. A row of bony plats ran from the base of its skull down its back to the tip of its tail, glowing slightly blue. Its face had large purple eyes and a upper jaw that extended over its lower jaw, long golden fangs visible against its red hide. He guessed this one would be a girl too because girls like gems? His creative juices were running low, so she mentally became "fartybutt."

Fartybutt was the smallest, then sexy serpent, then black eye, then platinum pimp, then magma dude, then big gold. Like he suspected, they had brought servers with them, mostly anthro dragons wearing this and that, some pretty fancy robes and junk, although magma dude had a bunch of half-naked humans with manacles around their ankles. He gripped the other side of their "leashes" in on of his huge paws. There were several skinny, white things that sort of looked like a cross between minks and wolves. They were wearing big gray robes with the hoods back, and different colored sashes that held them closed at the waist. Whenever the dragon-servants would pick up some food or something, the weasel-witches would do some hand gestures and stuff, and the morsel would expand on the table until it was a reasonable size for a dragon to eat. The white weasel witches just sort of wandered around on the table.

Pektil wondered if he should approach any particular group or any particular dragon, or just sort of hang back.
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No. 489137 ID: f9c2e8

I'm throwing a vote in for sexy serpent because Pektil let's be honest, you want to try to have awkward sex with her don't you :C you already called her sexy just get on with it, maybe peep dat cloaca
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No. 489168 ID: 1fb3c0

Pektil decided to go stand over close to sexy serpent, because I mean just like, just because she seemed really nice you know? She was like, really nice looking. Pektil could see a line on her lower body, all by itself under the table. He totally wasn't thinking about having awkward sex though. That wasn't even a thing! Besides, she was like, way, way bigger than him! She had a lot of blue dude anthro dragons with like, fins and junk wearing loincloths and stuff. He wandered over that way. She was talking with Fartybutt, who was sitting next to her.

"Morensu," She said in a totally lilting chick-voice, "I'm surprised you even decided to come here. Aren't you busy with your," she batted her eyelashes, "operations?"

"Hmph," fartybutt snorted in a rough, masculine voice, "I'm surprised you could keep your dick out of an anus long enough to flipper your way down here. I didn't think the Authorities would care enough about somebody who just fags around all day enough to send him an invite."

Platinum Pimp spoke up from across the table, he definitely sounded like a dude. "I'll show you fagging around," he barked, winking lewdly, his long, silvery tongue hanging out of his mouth. "Any time, I'll stretch that ass of yours around my cock and make you squeal." He closed his eyes, licking his lips and flaring his nostrils. "'mmmmm MMM! That's some good cock,' s'what you'll say." He laughed deep and booming.

"Seriously?" magma dude said, in a high, gravelly voice, bits of fire and ash raining down on the chained up humans below, "Can you at least act dignified in public? I should have sat with Ilaxandyr."

"I'd come with you!" Fartybutt piped up, putting his long fingers on the table and leaning forward.

"I don't really think you're man enough for Drar," Platinum Pimp said, looking down at his claws, "She'd chew you up and spit you out," he winked again, mouth hanging open, "But you're plenty man enough for me," he grinned, showing all his gleaming, metallic teeth.

"Anahaga, can you shut up about your cock for five seconds?" black eye said in a wet, burbly voice. "I'm sure literally anyone else has something more important to talk about than who you would and would not fuck." Black eye looked boredly down at the table as a servant took one of Pektil's treats.

Shit, this was impossible. they all just had slits between their legs. Some of them had buttholes too but like, shit. Pektil was lost. He thought he saw black eye's slit like, moving with nothing in between? Did that mean she was a girl? Fuck.

"Fine, Nergil, since Drar brought up Ilaxandyr have you heard that he's talking about resurrecting Bernyon? I think he's leaving the mall soon. I don't even know!" Platinum pimp used one of his six paws to shield the side of his face as he talked, giving everybody conspiratorial glances. Pektil heard sexy serpent (shit, he would need a different name now) whispering to fartybutt. "Remind me to send Nergil something for her horde. I was going to barf if I had to listen to any more of his bullshit." He rolled his eyes. Boys should not have lashes that long! Or shimmery fin-wings! Before the conversation could resume, Pektil heard a voice that sent shivers down his spine.

"Mardahal the Historian," Pektil recognized the voice instantly. He turned, looking up, and saw Po drifting through the air, twisting like a swimming eel, all shimmery white scales fur, glittering golden antlers, he was nodding toward big gold. He moved the big shiny pearl he was holding from one clawed hand to the other while his body twisted and writhed in complex shapes, his hair drifting slowly as if he were underwater. Po dipped his head toward big gold, "It is always a pleasure to see you, my dear." He glanced toward the other dragons, "and company." A brief, perfunctory nod.

"Likewise, Po," big gold said, inclining her own head slightly. Po drifted off, down through the crowd. He heard a discontented rumble coming from Drar the magma chick, but he also realized his tray was completely empty.
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No. 489176 ID: 14bafe

Bow out, quickly get yourself another tray.
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No. 489210 ID: b33427

...Oh, of course you'd run out right when it gets interesting.

Quickly glance around for another waiter with a tray fuller than yours and ask to trade with them. Preferably one who's looking rather bored and wanting to get out of here. If there isn't one, try holding your tray over your head where you couldn't see the top of it, and wait around for someone to comment that you're out. That way you can act like you didn't know, and can get some more eavesdropping time before getting a refill.

Make a note to visit Blaze Davis later and ask if he has something like a Monocle of Gender Identification, for situations like this where a creature's sex isn't readily apparent.
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No. 489214 ID: f2c20c

Do yer job properly and go refill your tray!
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No. 489230 ID: bdb3f8

Pektil: realize you have been guessing binary gender identifications to obviously rich fantastical creatures in a place like Sex Mall. The chances of all these dragons fitting under neat "male" and "female" labels are virtually nill, and indeed, those classifications certainly could be fluid. So maybe sexy serpent can still be sexy.
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No. 489256 ID: c4089a

Aw shit here comes the final boss! But this isn't the final boss fight YET.

Stay here for a moment. It sounds like magma chick is gonna say something about Po once he's out of earshot, and that's what you need. You need to know who Po's enemies are, and why. You need to know who you might be able to get on your side, to rescue Sommer from him.

Once you've heard what dragon-party has to say about him, follow Po, and try to stay out of his sight without being obvious that you're doing it. Just stay out of the way like a good waiter plate-holder type. It'd be better if he doesn't realize you've been spying on him, but if he does see you, don't act like you aren't you or anything. Just "Oh yeah I got a job for a bit here nice to see you sir" kind of politeness sincerity.

Remember, you aren't really here to be a waiter. You're here as a spy, first and foremost, and while you're already spying for those guys who wanna penetrate everything, you might as well get some spying done for yourself, too. Figure out who Po is friends with, who his "enemies" are, who might help you against him at some point.

You already know Frost Mother has a hateboner for him. Maybe another one of these dragons is just barely tolerating him--he only seems to have eyes for the gold one. Other people in the party, too. See who's scared of him, who is trying too hard to be friends with him. This is important, Pektil. Do it for Sommer.
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No. 490225 ID: 1fb3c0

Pektil refused to redefine his understanding of gender, even though there were plenty of non binary things he'd seen. He just needed some magic doohickey to tell him what stuff was. He'd have to ask Blaze Davis, because magical doohickeys so far have been the answers to pretty much every problem he'd encountered so far. He guessed that when push came to shove, he'd really just have to find the right magic doohickey to deal with Po and maybe fix Sommer and maybe also fix Miss Priesmyer? To make her happy? Magic had mostly solved his problems so far.

He had to get a new tray though, but he felt like missing out on the conversation was a no-go. Pektil glanced around and saw some anthro dragons seated nearby, a server standing still and silent off to one side. It was the blue mantis! Pektil also noticed that the anthros were uh, looking intently at the big dragons at his table. Some of them had their paws under the table with looks of obvious pleasure on their faces, and a variety of wet noises filling the air around them. They whispered to each other. Pektil shook his head. He was glad the tablecloth on their table went all the way down to the floor. He went over to the blue mantis, keeping one ear on the conversation behind him.

The magma chick, Drar, was talking quietly, but Pektil could still make it out.

"Fuckin' asshole," she said, "Pompous dick can't treat us like shit."

"Yes, yes he can," said se- uh, saucy serpent, "there's not a whole lot I can do about it anyway,"

"Ishtiga," the brown one, Nergil, said to saucy serpent in her wet, burbling voice "Don't underestimate yourself." Her tone was flat, her eyes narrow.

Fartybutt, er, Morensu, glanced between them as Ishtiga sighed and rolled his eyes, "There's nothing wrong with Po, really. He's just really powerful and rich. I mean, He's a dragon."

Drar and Platinum pimp, uh, Anahaga snorted in unison.

Pektil had to turn his attention to the mantis though.

"Hey, uh, do you mind trading trays?" He asked. The mantis didn't have a really readable expression. It's face didn't really move. Well, the mouthparts and things would sort of rub against each other, but Pektil couldn't really call them "expressions" and certainly didn't know what they meant.

"No," the mantis said in a smooth buzz. The raptoral extended, while the other one curled around and scooped the tray off Pektil's head. he felt the smooth carapace under his fingers, the sharp, gripping spikes sliding over his palms. He put his hands under the mantis's tray as that raptoral opened, depositing it over his head.

"Zhou owe me one. I'll come get zhou when zhe next one is empty, zho, and we trade back." The mantis glided off as Pektil turned his attention back to the dragons. They had been talking quietly and Pektil couldn't make it out. When he walked back over, the gold one had just finished saying something. Pektil wasn't sure whether he should hang out here, or try and follow Po before he completely disappeared from view.
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No. 490284 ID: 4ab010

Dangit this isn't a fun choice. Look, we know most of the dragons don't like him, and would like to do something about him. You know Frost Mother and you're Down with her and can use her as an in to these other dragons for schemin', I bet. It might be enough.

Try to follow along with Po. Unless the next thing you hear from the dragons is "This is how we're going to kill Po," you'd be better off seeing what other friends, fake-friends, and enemies he has among the crowd.
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No. 490315 ID: 78c6ea

And get ready to change trays. Twice. You don't want debts in this town.
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No. 490575 ID: 1fb3c0

Enough dragons, Pektil decided, time to follow Po! He'd learned at least that probably magma chick Drar and Platinum Pimp Anahaga were sort of displeased with Po someway, and that fartybutt Morensu at least said he didn't have a problem, and saucy serpent Ishtiga was kind of neutral about it? Didn't think he could do anything anyway? It was something. More than he knew before, he guessed.

He could still see the tips of Po's antlers, and he slowly made his way at an angle toward them to shorten the distance. He almost stepped on a tiny pickup truck with the bed full of itsy hamburgers speeding across the floor, a ferret with a collar right on its tail. The little tires squealed as the truck made a hard right, slipping under a tablecloth.

Pektil continued though the throng, feeling snacks lifted from his tray and the occasional glass deposited on the flat, round surface overhead. He spotted Po just as the dragon settled around a massive throne at the table with the fluffy tail fox, the samurai, the ogre and the vagina monster. There was also a woman with a mirror who was wearing a white kimono with a red flame design on the back, seated to Po's right, and
a white-faced human-looking kid with a topknot wearing fancy red and yellow robes was across the table from him. Smoke and flame danced in the kid's eyes and mouth. The woman was constantly looking into the mirror; Pektil couldn't really get a good look at her face.

There were a few other human-looking fellows with weird square hats or that lacquered armor, and another Lung, this one green and more slender than Po, with semi-translucent antlers that looked like jade shot through with veins of gold. Seated at the head of the table was a human-looking man, roughly fifteen feet tall, in all green robes with a fancy jade headdress held in place with gold pins. His sleeves were voluminous and covered in gold embroidery of dragons.

Po bowed to the man in the robes. "Heavenly grandfather," he said, and then to the other dragon, "Yulung Ai."

They both nodded slightly to Po and then continued their conversations, Ai rubbing the pearl between its claws. The jade dragons had a golden mane as well, flowing around and behind it as if under water.

The fire kid turned to Po. "So, how's you're sex club going?" Po ignored him, addressing the chick with the mirror. "And how are you this evening, Princess?"

"Quite well," she said, her face still behind her mirror. Pektil noticed that a white pony was seated on the ground next to her, and she gently rubbed its nose with one bare foot. Pektil was trying to look inconspicuous, working his way away from where Po was seated, toward the end of the table with the fox, when the red ogre with the big dick reached over and scooped all the snacks off his tray.

"Hey, tiny man," the red ogre shouted, spraying him with spit, "I need some grog. Now!" Pektil could feel the vibration of the giant's bellow in his chest. He almost dropped his tray and maybe a spot of urine might have leaked out.

"Plum wine" said the fox, leaning drunkenly on the table. Her robe was hanging half-open, and Pektil could almost spot a nipple.

"Weeping souls," said the guy in armor with the dick flags.

"Zima," Said the cuntface. The other people were too engrossed with their own business to order anything.

Pektil scurried away, wondering if he should try to get somebody else to deliver the drinks or like, drop them off and then not hang around that table anymore or what. The dragons hadn't really paid too much attention to him, but some of these guys seemed really intent on getting hammered.
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No. 490781 ID: ec83f8

Pektil, maybe you can get IN with this table! If you keep bringing them drinks and snacks, you have a perfect excuse to hang around and maybe drop some more eaves! Just don't get eaten or raped! Try not to oogle the fox lady's nipples either ok. Keep your mind focused on important things, like Sommer's animal nipples.

If they start getting REALLY rowdy, after a few trips, and you feel like it's getting dangerous? -Then- change out waiters, and go back to dragon-town and get some better understanding of what they're all about. You're small, don't feel embarrassed asking another waiter to cover for you there if you start feeling threatened.

If Po notices and recognizes you, just tell almost-all-the-truth: you got a part time job doing this. It's not really suspicious! But also excuse yourself quickly if he starts chatting at you, because I bet they're going to know you have some hidden device on you for spying. They're dragons, it'll happen.
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No. 518168 ID: 7f0da5

Bring this table their drinks, and hang around for a bit to try and catch some info. If things get too involved, try and trade off with someone else and go back to the dragons.
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No. 518169 ID: 735f4f

Ok Pektil you need to remember those orders and go grab say two of each. Then hurry back here and drop them off.

Then you can stay in the area and listen in. One of them might let something important slip as they get drunk. Also if you are fast and keep them stocked up you might get a tip.

Just be careful if they start getting to drunk it might be dangerous to be close then.
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No. 518383 ID: ca1c58

Pektil was gonna take it easy and stick around here. This was gonna be a good dig. He could learn some stuff and all and stuff and then if things got crazy he’d try to switch out and go back to the dragons. It was a good plan. A solid plan. The kind of plan that Pektil was sure would lead to fabulous fame and riches.

He hurried over to the bartenders area, using his fantastic memory to recall the orders and get some of those on the tray, noting the parade of actual dishes coming out of the kitchen area behind the bars. Smartly-dressed waiters of all sizes and configurations carrying covered silver platters, pitchers, empty plates and tableware filed out and fanned out among the tables, setting places and distributing portions to the myriad of guests.

A bevy of creatures of any number of genders and biological sexes filed out as well, all nude or in lingerie that did nothing to conceal or limit access to the frankly baffling array of sexual organs they sported in many colors and shapes that, indeed, had not been conceivable to Pektil before he’d seen them, just now. He saw them walk among the tables behind the waiters. As the waiters set the tables, they climbed on them, posing lewdly, climbing into the laps of the guests when beckoned. Even with the ring, Pektil felt some definite stirrings down below, although the hot ones with the boobs and vaginas were more or less cancelled out by the really weird ones with the other parts everywhere. Pektil shook his head and tried to focus. He was here for some deets.

While he was walking back, though, he saw the blue mantis. “Zhou trade,” It slid his tray off of his head, and replaced it with an empty one, scurrying toward Pektil’s table. “It goes there,” the mantis said, gesturing with its free arm at a smaller table. It was full of anthro dragons in a variety of nerdy shirts. Pektil could hear them talking loudly about their levels, even from here.

As he turned back toward the bar, though, he saw the fox lady leaning drunkenly on one of the columns near the back of the area, putting one of her tits back inside her robe and adjusting it to sort of contain them, although in doing so she revealed fully half her ass. Her tails swayed like dizzy snakes, and she caught sight of Pektil as he tried to make his way back to the bar. Keeping one hand on the column for support, she used the other to attempt to wave Pektil over toward her, winking extravagantly and almost tripping a waiter.

He wasn’t sure if she should ignore her and get snacks for the anthro dragons or else see what the fox lady wants.
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No. 518384 ID: 735f4f

Check with the fox lady first. This party might be getting a bit wild at this point and could be a good idea to keep off to one side for the moment.

Unless you want to get acquainted with some of those new and interesting genitalia. Got to have a first time for everything right?
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No. 518396 ID: 8fb35b

Pektil, you're a waiter. That means sometimes people have to wait. Hold up a finger and mouth "one minute" and go do your job. Try and look really apologetic and pathetic, in the way that's like a small animal that makes all the ladies super wet in the pantsparts. Try to hurry up to her as soon as you drop off your order tho.

While getting more info on Po and his lackeys is good, this could be a trick, and even more, you can't be a good spy for those not-creepy-cult-guys if you stop acting like a waiter and get fired.
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No. 518454 ID: 74ca04

>>518396
>Hold up a finger and mouth "one minute" and go do your job.
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No. 518461 ID: 1766db

Do your goddamn job first Pektil. YOU HAVE ONE JOB.
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No. 518505 ID: ca1c58

Pektil briefly considered just going over to see what’s up with the hot fox lady with her ass hanging out of her dress, or robe or whatever it’s called. Dressrobe. Thing. He tried not to really think about all the horrifying genitals that were currently being paraded all over the place.

But the hot fox girl. He considered it really firmly. It was a hard choice, but Pektil was a stand up guy, and he had one job. One job. He was a professional. A professional spy extraordinaire. He held up one finger and slowly mouthed “one moment.” The fox pulled her dress down over her butt, opening the rope in the front and letting her left tit pop out. The right side was skewed enough where he couldn’t quiiite see her privates. Well, he thought, they probably wouldn’t really be private too much longer. She leaned heavily on the post as he hurried back to the bar. They filled the tray up with tall glasses of some kind of bubbling green soda, and open bags of Doritos, and he scurried back to the table. Pektil didn’t have time to ask how they knew what to put there before the bar worker looked at him and said, “they have a standing order. You poor, poor bastard.”

The anthro dragons were deep in conversation, a variety of colorful nude or barely-clothed creatures tapped hooves and claws, looking bored. Their table was set close to the floor, wide and square, and their seats were all low couches. They hunched over notebooks, leaning forward and conversing intently.

“Ugh, no, my next step is fire immunity,” the fattest one said, trying to catch his breath.

“How was that not the very first thing you did?” said the second fattest, his shirt not covering his red, scaly stomach.

“Do you guys seriously think my head is too big?” This one had a sculpted, muscular body, stretching his nerdy t-shirt, his black jeans straining to contain his large, obvious package. Pektil thought his gold and blue head was disproportionately huge, yeah. He could see all the plates and silverware shoved to the side, dishes and papers falling all over the floor when they saw him coming. “More chips and dew!” several shouted, hurridly emptying the tray.

“Keep them coming, my good man,” said a pink and neon green one in a fedora, pursing his lips as he sipped the drink, although much of it dribbled down the side of his face.

The orange, obviously male reptile creature with the large, erect phallus standing behind fedora dragon’s chair rolled his eyes and glanced back down as his claws. The blue herm next to him sighed.

Pektil saw the fox lady, waving more insistently. She’d managed to sort of retuck her clothes into the big belt thing around it in an attempt at modesty. Now both her ass and her tits were fully exposed.
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No. 518508 ID: 735f4f

Find out what she wants while you restock there chips and soda. Just try to avoid getting lured into sexy shenanigans until you have some free time.

Also see if you can get a tray just jammed with chips and no drinks first and then come back with the drinks. Will have to make less trips that way.
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No. 518516 ID: 8fb35b

Look this seems like a trap she's trying to bait you keep that in mind. If she wanted your attention normally she could have gotten it. Just go over and ignore the sex and stare at her feet or something (you don't have a foot fetish right?) and be like "What's up sugerpuff?"

Don't leave her waiting for much longer but don't just toss your tray away and draw attention to yourself
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No. 518561 ID: ca1c58

Pektil decided to be cautious and approach the fox lady. He had to at least see what her deal was. He went toward her column on his way back to the bar area, keeping his eyes glued on her small, cute animal toes instead of her constantly restructured garment. It had a wide belt thing with a big bow in the back, and a thinner rope around it and the whole thing had turned into a giant wrinkled mess. His eyes couldn’t help follow a fluffy animal leg to the exposed hip before he locked ‘em down on the little red toeclaws of her feet. Up close, the tails swayed behind her like really hairy snakes, sliding up and curling around the column. He could feel her looking at him as her hand drunkenly slapped his forehead for balance.

“Hey, lil waiterguy,” she slurred. “I cannd find the potty.” She was much, much taller than Pektil. She’d been hunched over and kinda far away, and before that she’d been sitting up on a chair, but up close, her slender body towered over him. His head came up to roughly mid-thigh on her. She reached down and wrapped her long, clawed fingers around his little hand, leaning forward, her butt protruding from her messed up garment. Fortunately all those tails were in the way. She began to lightly pull him toward the closed double doors that the waiters had come out of. “Don’t wanna geddin trouble,” she said. “C’mon helpme findit.” Her hand was warm and soft, rougher, leathery pads on her palm and fingertips.
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No. 518563 ID: 8fb35b

I'm sure she's not actually planning on eating you.

You don't seem to have seen the potties yourself but they shouldn't be that hard to find! Go on an adventure, together!
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No. 518565 ID: 8fb35b

(also don't be shocked that she's actually doing this as a favor to Po because he's paranoid about you being too close to Sommer and he thinks you're here to spy on him)
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No. 518589 ID: ca1c58

Pektil thought that this was maybe a clever ruse. A trap Po had set for him to have this fox, his goon that he never spoke to or looked at during conversation and who was sitting on the other side of the table from him, to totally out him and intimidate him. Alternately, she was probably totally going to eat him.

“Yeah, ok, I’ll help you find the potty,” he said, letting her pull him toward the door. He actually took the lead, especially after her first stumble, and she rested her hand on his head instead of trying to hold his hand. He felt her fingers and blunt claws sink into his fur, gripping at his scalp when she started to list.

Above the murmur of conversation and the clink of silverware on plates, Pektil could also hear sex noises, increasing in volume, and smell certain odors that he’d become probably a lot more familiar with than he really wanted to since he’d been here. They were sex smells. Sex body smells. The smells of people having sex.

Needless to say, Pektil didn’t need to turn around to know people were having sex, so he didn’t turn around, fully aware that people were having sex. He opened the door and went inside, the fox lady leaning drunkenly on him. Her thigh and a few tails would brush against his shoulder, back or side as she swayed.

They walked through the doors. A wide room, concrete floor polished and shiny, more white, regular columns set in even aisles. There were metal folding chairs scattered around, along with little cardboard signs with table numbers. This must have been the staging area for the sex people. And the waiters probably too. Off to his right, he could see two wide double doors with windows that obviously lead into the kitchen. There was a big staircase to his left, and some doors at the far back of the room that he couldn’t really see. The fox lady swayed drunkenly, waiting for Pektil to take the lead.

“So, whasshur name?” She said, massaging his scalp with her fingers, “Myname’s Jinsuckho.” That’s what it sounded like she said to Pektil anyway.
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No. 518595 ID: f2c20c

>>518589
It's probably the far doors. They wouldn't put the potty up the stairs.

Give her a fake name! Something cool-sounding like Jektul. Yeah.
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No. 518598 ID: 735f4f

My name is Bond, Pektil Bond. As for bathrooms someplace like this might have 5 doors for the bathrooms instead of two. So look for any signs or a big set of doors with lots of pictures of weird genders on them.
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No. 518630 ID: ccf689

>>518589

Hmmm not familiar with the place? Well keep searching. I'm pretty sure there is one that is far off from the usual sex/bar area. So either down the stairs or in the room far back.

I wonder how many gendered bathroom there are here.
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No. 518695 ID: 8fb35b

If you can prop her up on the wall for like 2 seconds maybe you can poke your head into the kitchen and ask for directions?? It's probably rude to interrupt a busy kitchen but you have to take care of guests okay.
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No. 518745 ID: 1766db

>>518598
I'd go with, like, Litke P. Bond. I'd say go check the far doors. It might not be a good idea to bother the kitchen, they'd probably just yell at you.
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No. 518768 ID: db6c1b

You should put the foxy by the wall for a moment and ask the kitchen guys where the toilets are. Better than wandering around.

Also say your name is Ektil or Jektil or something like that. Something very similar, but not quite Pektil. That way if she ever meets you again you can correct her without her being suspicious about you giving a false name.
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No. 518787 ID: 24df93

>>518589
Give your real name, if she's with Po, a fake name will only give him a reason to suspect you.
Far doors seem the obvious thing to check first. If potty's not there, apologize and get your swimsuit ready.
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No. 518789 ID: eba9b6

fuck the drunken fox lady
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No. 518813 ID: 4a20fa

>>518589
You're supposed to be recording conversations at the party. Stop not recording conversations at the party. >>518768 or such.
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No. 519066 ID: d8d4e8

"Jektil Bond," Pektil said, thinking about how if she called him on it being a fake name or something later, he could just insist that he said 'Pektil' and she didn't hear it right because she was hammered drunk.

"Pleasedamechu" she said, massaging his face with her long, thin fingers as her hand slipped down from his forehead. He grabbed her hand and propped it on the back of a nearby chair, touching her soft, furry thigh as he helped her lean back against one of the columns. He was surprised at how far in his hand sunk, and how soft and thick and silky her fur was.

He shook his head. He uh, thought she had a pretty hot bod, but he wasn't even sure he could handle it. Besides he was here on a secret mission, not to fuck around.

He hurried toward the kitchen when he heard everyone outside erupt into cheering, whistling and applause. A harsh female voice echoed through the wall, obviously coming over some kind of speaker system from outside. he couldn't really make out words, but it was upbeat, with a regular, even cadence. And there was lots of cheering.

He pushed the kitchen door open only to see a ten foot tall black and yellow cobra Authority, tits squeezed together by the straining tuxedo jacket, big, orange nipples exposed. A pair of massive orange cocks swayed slightly as she turned to face him. She wore the same predatory, leering grin as the others, dark eyes glittering, slitted pupils immediately fixed on him. He could barely take in the rows of gleaming metal counters and figures dressed in white. "Out," the Authority barked, her voice dark and dangerous. The long claw on the end of her index finger was pointed directly at him.

Pektil managed to squeak out "potty?" instead of pissing his pants in fear. The Authority whipped her arm to the side, pointing through the wall, in the direction of the doors at the back of the room that Pektil had just come from. He quickly absconded before she could tell him to leave again.

He saw whats-her-face turn drunkenly toward him as he returned, and he grabbed her hand and put it back on his head so he could lead her to the back.

The crowd continued to roar, and Pektil could hear the same amplified female voice coming from upstairs. He helped his guest across the floor, though, until he could see the row of doors at the back. Two were big double doors with handles, but the others were clearly potty doors. There was a generic figure with a dick, one with obvious breasts, one with both, one with neither, then another row of the same, but wearing skirts, the a row that just had an "O" on them. Pektil guessed for "other."

"Hey," She said, drunkenly leaning on the bathroom door, "Come in with me. I'mma need yourhelp to put my hanbok back on." She pulled at it, rearranging which side of her ass was showing and doing nothing in the way of actually concealing her tits. Pektil kept his eyes away from her perky tits, dark nipples peeking out of the fur that covered 'em.

She staggered through the bathroom door, a row of stalls on one side, a row of sinks and mirrors on the other. He could barely hear the cheering from outside.
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No. 519073 ID: 8fb35b

Crap it sounds like we're missing something important :C

Ask her what the big speech and all the cheering is about, and if it sounds important, maybe we can help her get dressed within like, range that we can hear the thing going on.

Also don't let her eat your liver.
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No. 519074 ID: f8d11f

Well, follow her. The customer is always right, and it'd be mighty rude to ignore her and walk away.
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No. 519076 ID: 735f4f

There is being a gentleman and going a bit far. Tell her you will be back in a bit to check on her and head back to the bar.

It sounds like something important is going on and we should at least see whats happening. You can always come back in 5-10 minutes to make sure she did not pass out in the toilet.
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No. 519082 ID: eba9b6

Give her the dick.
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No. 519089 ID: f2c20c

>>519066
I think we'd better go see what that important thing is, or else we'll fuck up the secret mission.

Also she'll probably try to have sex with you or something if you go in there, and we can't waste time on that. Might even get you in trouble with the staff.
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No. 519096 ID: f2c20c

>>519089
Ok apparently a hanbok is a korean dress. She's a 9-tailed fox referred to as a kumiho, and they are generally pretty evil and eat people.

So don't go in there with her unless you wanna fucking die. Make an excuse that you have to get back to those people with the standing order of drinks and snacks.
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No. 519111 ID: 889848

>>490575
Good job asking for directions and not pissing yourselves. The voice is probably just a singer that started her show, don't worry about it.

Admit that you'd like to use the facilities too, so quickly get in before her and get in a stall (don't be too afraid if she follows you). Do your thing then help her dress herself when she's done.

Not getting eaten seems like a good thing to do, but I'm pretty sure non-consensual eating counts as violence.
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No. 519114 ID: 735f4f

Yeah but would rather not get eaten by a drunk in a bathroom. Even the slight chance would be nice to avoid.
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No. 519116 ID: 4a20fa

>>519076
That.
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No. 519137 ID: 733135

Best to leave her there and hurry back.
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No. 519174 ID: 5d2a64

She isn't blatantly suggesting anything weird like our previous disastrous encounters did. She even tries to cover herself up, and she obviously need someone to help her straighten her outfit.

Do it, she's a mess.
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No. 519206 ID: d9f28d

Be a nice person and help her, I'm sure nothing will go wrong.
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No. 519233 ID: ca1c58

Pektil had a hard choice to make. On the one hand there was his mission to think about. On the other hand, he wanted to help her out, and plus, he thought, maybe helping her was what he should do as part of his “job.”

But his secret mission might be ruined if he didn’t at least find out what was going on outside. He decided he’d ask her, then go check it out, then come right back to help her once she’d finished using the potty. Plus, some part of him was really suspicious of her getting him all alone somewhere far away from anybody else. Really suspicious. She wasn’t giving clues like Hacke had, but she was big. She did have a lot of teeth. She was skinny though… Pektil decided not to think about it too much. A tiny voice in his head was also telling him to try to give her “the D,” but he pushed it down for now. He did feel a certain mysterious tingling beneath his tuxedo pants.

She staggered through the door and crashed into one of the stalls. He stood in the doorway as she clambered to her feet, tails swaying, robe dress thing totally disheveled. “So, what’s going on exactly, outside?”

She blinked blearily at him, swaying as the stall door swung in and out with her clinging to it.

“Oh you know. Sisters givin a speech. Bout how we’re all awesome. How The Mall is awesome,” (Pektil could hear the capitals.) She’d swung mostly inside and he could hear clattering. He saw a slender yellow leg stick out of the door, short red claws wiggling.

“I’m going to go take care of some orders, ma’am. I’ll be back in a few minutes to help you with your robe thingy.”

“Yurra peach,” She slurred. Pektil let the door close and hurried across the huge, empty room. He could still hear screaming and cheering, deafening applause. It hit him like a bludgeon when he opened the door. Screaming, screaming, cheering, clapping, roars, cries, moans. A cacophony.

The speech, or whatever it was, must have ended. He couldn’t hear the amplified voice anymore, and the roof over his head was obviously the “balcony” that these “sisters” had given their speech from. He saw waiters bustling with jugs of wine, water, and lube, and the smell of sex was almost as powerful as the shouting had been.

Pektil’s brain could barely comprehend the vast spread of debauching that greeted him. Tables and chairs had become scattered, groups blending in with one another, and with the colorful, multi-genitaled “entertainment” that had come out with the dinner service. Authorities framed the perimeter, no longer clustered near one another, panting and ready, fluids dripping from their oversized cocks.

He thought he saw Po, mouth stretched around the body of some pink-furred creature, hooves straining and kicking in the air.

He saw things penetrating things in every conceivable way. A rainbow of acts he didn’t even know the name for. He slowly, quietly, closed the door and slipped back inside.

He hurried across the staging area again, unamplified voices drifting down the staircase. Low and casual. He ignored them for now, stealthily making his way back into the bathroom just in case somebody was looking.

His cockring felt hot, his whole pants area extremely confused by what he’d just seen.

One stall door was open halfway. A snore turned into a snrk when he walked in, then he heard a toilet flush. He could hear the handle being slapped down repeatedly while the water ran.

“Izzat you Bond?” the voice mumbled. “I’m nekkid,” he heard something thump the wall of the stall. “Help me get dressed.” A wad of clothing slapped onto the gleaming tiles, sliding partway across the floor. Rich silks, richly embroidered. Pektil wasn’t sure what his next move was. He felt rattled after his glimpse of the orgy outside.
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No. 519237 ID: 8fb35b

So she's a korean fox, who eats livers, but she's skinny and was eating tofu

I think she's on a no-person eating diet, but she's drunk, and her voraphiles anonymous sponsor isn't here

Help her get dressed, but if she starts trying to eat you, guilt her into realizing she's totally gonna ruin everything if she does
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No. 519238 ID: 735f4f

Help the nice lady into her clothes. Make sure to be a gentleman and avoid feeling her up to much.

While your mind might wander to thoughts of sex its much better when the other party is not falling down drunk.

On the other hand if she does put on a effort to seduce you feel free to go along with it.
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No. 519240 ID: f2c20c

>>519233
Don't take advantage of the drunk lady. That is wrong. WRONG, Pektil. It is basically rape, and you don't want to get in trouble with the Authorities, right?

That said I'm not sure how you're supposed to help her, being so small in comparison to her. Say hello and ask for instructions.
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No. 519241 ID: 5c38a6

>>519238
this. Make sure she remembers you as a nice person, our self-esteem could use another person besides Sommer trusting us.

If she ends up unsatisfied with how good her garment look, you could tell her about how the situation outside isn't that classy anymore.

Maybe suggest she rests for a bit inside, as she still seems a little too lightheaded for complex social interactions.
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No. 519253 ID: eba9b6

Take advantage of her.
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No. 519255 ID: ccf689

Don't give in and help her. But be weary NOT to get eaten or have your liver stolen.

We really need to get out soon.
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No. 519309 ID: be1de0

>>519238
>>519237

Yes yes. :V

If she's obviously not interested in sex with you, you should comment that she should be aware that an orgy has started outside, and it may be somewhat messy and hard to navigate. Offer to escort her to wherever she needs to be.
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No. 519844 ID: a01b62

We might as well tend to her while we wait for things to die down outside a little. I don't think we can do our job in that chaos.

>>519237
>>519238
What they said.
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No. 519860 ID: ca1c58

There was just something about this lady that Pektil couldn’t help but think implied she wanted to eat him, or at least some part of his inside bits. One of the gooey parts he needs to survive. Although that should probably have terrified him, he also realized that it would be a pretty dick move not to help her, and additionally, he kinda wanted to glance at her ladybits. Maybe just a little glance. Nothing, you know, too, like, sexual, you know? Unless she really wants to or something. Pektil shook his head and tried not to focus on the growing heat in his pants.

Pektil instead went over to the pile of clothes and tried to disentangle them. There was an under robe thing, and a skirt thing, and a kind of jacket robething, and a sort of metal belt chain thing and he thought he had them mostly straightened out and untangled from each other as he listened to some quiet snoring from behind him. The fabrics were soft silks, red and burgundy and embroidered with intricate gold designs. He enjoyed touching them, and after he’d laid them all out on the white, shining tiles, he turned around, taking a tentative step towards her.

He could see her, kneeling on the ground, leaning sideways against the side of the stall. Underneath her robes, she was still tall and slender. Even kneeling with her muzzle on her chest, she was taller than Pektil standing. Her fur was yellow other than a pure white blaze that ran from her chin to the insides of her thighs. Even drunk and asleep, leaning against a bathroom stall, her fur was smooth, silky and straight, her drunken leaning somehow an elegant drunken lean, as if she were posed. Her hair was in a tight bun, a few loose strands laying across her closed eyes. Her lips, nose and whiskers were black, with a pair of black marks mirrored across the sides of her muzzle. The rim of her eye was black too, slanted, her tear duct standing out against her fur. Her long pointed ears flicked occasionally, her lip twitching to show wet, white teeth. Sometimes the tip of her pink tongue licked at her lips.

Her fur was thick around her neck and shoulders, thinner on the rest of her body, other than her thick, fluffy tails, spread out on the tile behind her, tips occasionally twitching like independent living things. Her breasts were smaller than most creatures he’d seen and perky, with black nipples peeking out of the white fur. He also saw several more pairs of nipples in an even row down her abdomen, breastless, standing out of the fur. Her hands were folded in her lap, her thighs pressed together. The heat in Pektil’s crotch was almost painful.

He turned to get the first garment ready and when he turned back her eyes were open, her pupil small and black, little pinpricks in her red irises. She blinked slowly and they were a more normal size as she held out her arms and Pektil approached. He saw the claws on her fingers, long and thin.

He carefully slid the white thing over her arms, careful not to step on the bed of tails behind her as he walked around, setting it on her shoulders, feeling the thick, fluffy tails rub against him as he circled her. His fingers brushed against her breasts as he folded the robe over and tied the little catches. He could feel her other nipples stiff against his palms as he smoothed it out and tied the catches near her hips.

She raised herself onto her knees instead of sitting on her ankles when he came back with the skirt. It tied in the back and went up almost under her breasts, and did very little to hide the smooth curve of her round, fluffy ass. Next was the jacket, then the waistband tie and the chain. She stood slowly, barely touching the stall wall when he was done. Pektil perhaps spent a little more time smoothing the clothes down than was strictly necessary.

He was almost confused as to how she’d even gotten the clothes that completely messed up and tangled, but now, she was the very picture of grace and elegance, other than the occasional stagger in her step.

“There’s uh, an orgy or something going on out there. It is kinda crazy and scary,” Pektil said.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, this is how it goes like, that’s the big finale. Everybody who don’t wanna probably left already.” Her claws clicked on the stall wall.

“Well, like, if you don’t want to I could escort you out?” Pektil said. It wasn’t really a question, but he asked it querulously anyway as he stared at his shoes.

She tapped one claw on her lip, dragging it down a little and letting it go with a hollow “plip.” She was looking at the ceiling, her eyes slowly tracking down to Pektil. “You’re going to have a lot more trouble than I will navigating outside. The dinner part of the whole thing is over anyway, so if you want, I can help you get out.” She took a step out of the stall, not nearly as unsteady as she had been before. Apparently her nap had done her some good.

“Nobody’s going to mess with me. Just hide under my skirts and we won’t have to really like, deal with anything.” Her tails swayed behind her, fanning out to frame her slender body. Her skirts went down to just above her toes. He could barely see the specks of red from her lacquered claws.
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No. 519862 ID: 8fb35b

She seems a lot less drunk very quickly now.

If the thing is done, unless you were sent there to collect data on the orgy--which, honestly, you might have been, but they didn't SAY that, did they?--it might be best to leave with her.

The orgy probably isn't gonna drag you into it, like, I'm sure they won't just up and vore the waiters at random, but hey, maybe you'll make a friend/ally against Po!

And maybe you'll get to peek her bits don't even pretend you aren't thinking about it :c
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No. 519882 ID: 735f4f

We should at least check in with the bar if there is even anyone left at this point and make sure we are good to go.

Would be easy to end up a horrible mess if we get to close to the orgy so be careful.

Maybe just have her wait in the hallway for a sec and peek outside. If its a total mess I would say its ok to bail.

You were a perfect gentleman so it would be very impolite for her to be eating your liver or anything so you should be safe with her for now.

Maybe while you make your way out you can break the ice and find out more about her?
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No. 519940 ID: f2c20c

>>519860
Try to get your mind off of sex because it sounds like you might get your dick burnt if your erection gets any stronger. Or I guess you could excuse yourself for a moment and let that monster loose to quickly jizz into a toilet or something.

As for sneaking out under her dress... I would like to object to that. If she wanted she could stop in the very middle of the orgy and then threaten to reveal you to make you agree to do whatever she wanted. Like let her eat your liver. Can't we just avoid that orgy room entirely and find a different exit? Like, circle around up the stairs maybe?

Or we could just wait until it ends.
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No. 519962 ID: 5509dd

Your job was carrying glasses, you are probably free to go now. Try to collect your pay on the way out.

Heading out with her might be problematic since we have a suspicious appointment with the blue bird planned. Even if you sneak under her skirt, try to not spend more than a couple hours with her and don't let her see the bird.
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No. 520787 ID: 7b9c54

You should like, definitely follow her lead. She seems a little suspicious but you should be okay!
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No. 525552 ID: ca1c58

Pektil thought about trying to circle around and escape on his own, but he didn’t really know where the stairs went, or anything. Aside from secretly wanting to peep at her under her dress, Pektil also felt pretty sure that he’d probably either already collected the data he was supposed to, or else he’d missed the opportunity to do it by now. Might as well just get out of there. Being small and all, he figured her plan was his best bet on making a clean getaway. As in, not covered in various sexual fluids.

He thought about his “pay,” but the Divine Penetration people had never mentioned whether or not he was actually gonna get paid for showing up here or not. He didn’t want to blow his cover.

“Wait here a minute if you don’t mind,” Pektil said smoothly, giving her his best wink/double finger guns combo. He made little “ptchoo ptchoo” noises. He was pretty sure that was a really suave thing to do.

She followed him out into the lobby, but leaned against a column near the door while he peeked outside. A huge metal drum trailing what appeared to be strawberry scented lube bounced past the doorway, and the cacophony of moans, screams, other moans, more different screams and gross, wet, squishy sounds was nearly deafening. In front of him was a metaphorical sea of flesh (also fur, feathers, scales, metal, latex, crystal, keratin, and a variety of materials he couldn’t readily conceive of.) Writhing bodies in, among, and between a vast variety of openings. Plasma or magic or fairy dust sparkled and bloomed here or there, along with fire and assorted bodily fluids. Pektil slammed the door, shaking. The bar area had perhaps been some last redoubt, but the turned over tables and smeared, scattered foodstuff revealed that it had been abandoned, probably in haste.

Pektil very slowly licked his lip, trying to get some moisture back into his mouth. His cock was in a state of complete confusion, neither flaccid nor aroused. Maybe neither, ever again.

“Let’s go,” He whispered.

The fox girl lifted the front of her skirt to knee height and Pektil climbed underneath.

He was surrounded by her silky fur brushing against his ears, shoulders, and it took a few steps before he really got the hang of keeping up with her strides. Her tails were on the outside of the dress.

In the darkness of the underdress, he could just barely make out the outline of black labia peeking through the creamy white fur of her crotch, slightly puffy and animalistic.

But he had to keep a hand on her thigh and his feet on the ground to make sure he didn’t trip, or worse yet, slip out from under her robes.

He could hear the metal door open with a bang, and the noise of the orgy all around him.

He tried his best, as she walked, to tune out the sounds and especially the smells as they made their way across the floor. He tried to gingerly step over the various colors and consistencies of fluids that were smeared, splashed and puddled all over the area, and the fox spirit’s thighs and the scent of her own slightly spicy, dusky animal body were more than enough to make his junk tingle, despite the cockband.

Occasionally something would brush against her leg or the front of her skirt, and more than once he saw the dress press in in the front and the back as hands, hooves, or other appendages slid along her body. He heard wet kissing, or maybe eating, from somewhere very nearby, and the screams, shouts, moans and especially the reek of sex were overpowering.

The air was hot and thick with organic odors, and Pektil was having trouble catching his breath. The heat from the fox’s thighs was trapped under her skirt, mixing with his own bodyheat trapped inside his tuxedo. He panted, he could taste the sexreek, could taste the tart, organic scent of bodies freely spilling fluids. He wanted to get out, get somewhere clean, be able to take a deep, full breath. His head was swimming, his body was on fire, he was going to -

Cool air.

The front of the dress lifted up and he was outside the velvet rope, the orgy proceeding a few yards behind him and his escort.

Her eyes were cool, lids heavy, round nostrils flared, mouth opened slightly in a subtle pant.

She kneeled down next to him, sliding her long fingers into his pants as she slowly drew her small, wet tongue along his muzzle.

He felt her fingers, long and slender, he felt the nubs of her claws and the pads on her fingertips slide down the fur on his belly, then slide around his balls and over his cock, squeezing slightly. He felt a folded square of paper pressed against his shaft as her hand withdrew, her tongue separating from the wet streak of fur she’d left on his cheek at the same time as her clawtips flicked the waistband of his pants.

“Call me,” she said, and he could feel something wash over him, like a hot gust of air. She seemed momentarily surprised, and then stood, shrugged, and sauntered back into the orgy before Pektil could respond. He just stood there, completely dumbfounded by how entirely hot she was, until she disappeared into the pile of bodies.

Pektil breathed a loud sigh of relief. He was glad to get away from there.
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No. 525561 ID: a23afd

Nice, she didn't even seem interested in eating you! What a nice reformed kumiho.

Walk out, commit her number to memory, then make your way to pick up your old clothes.
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No. 525563 ID: 7672e1

Well she had every opportunity to betray and eat us and she didn't, so she seems pretty legit so far. I guess we should call her later if just to thank her.

Where were we supposed to go after this? Go there.
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No. 525565 ID: 5869f6

>>525552
She seems pretty nice, you should call her later, if not just to be polite and to thank her!
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No. 525568 ID: 735f4f

Good job avoiding all of that. Lets head to the bench and retrieve our clothes and such.
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No. 525569 ID: eba9b6

give her a booty call later.
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No. 525571 ID: 5c38a6

Memorise the number, destroy the paper. Go pick up your clothes and change, leave tux and card as per the instructions.

Make a note to call her later, she is definitely a decent person.
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No. 525591 ID: a23afd

Oh wait we could just put the number in Pektil's phone.
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No. 525610 ID: ccf689

Simple: Retrieve the clothes, go drop off the recording... then we can check out the phone.
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No. 525844 ID: 4ac965

Pektil was glad he didn’t get eaten. Hastily retrieving the folded paper square from his bathing suit area, he unfolded it and saw “Jin Suk-Ho” and a number written down in slightly messy script. He had a super excellent memory, so he memorized it right quick, and then went off to finish his mission.

Pektil decided that he was for sure gonna call her later. He really didn’t want to forget. He didn’t know how much later or anything though. Probably not for a while.

He walked back, away from the massive doors, letting the trees of the park obscure the far wall of the Mall again. He stuck to the little sidewalks, keeping well clear of the macros that strolled leisurely down the way, laughing and talking to one another, although the severe administrative buildings dominated the area, and the walkways were sparsely populated at best. He idly wondered what it would be like to eat a cupcake as big as he was. He could see one on one of the metal tables where he’d talked to those other macros what seemed like an eternity ago.

While he walked, he tried to figure out how he felt about the stuff he’d learned on his mission. About the other dragons, Po, the fox, and a little bit about the Mall itself. He really needed to sort through it in his own mind and think about what all those things meant to him.

He saw the bird and took the little staircase up onto the macro bench. The blue bird didn’t even glance down at him, although his wings folded down from the back of the bench, wrapping around Pektil and hiding him from view. Pektil dressed quickly, glad to be out of the stiff tuxedo, and was glad to be back in his own clothes again. He shoved the tuxedo and the card back in the bag, and then hopped off the bench and trotted quickly back to the giant area of the mall, among the bustle and chatter and strange creatures of all shapes and sizes.

Pektil felt pretty legit. The whole thing had been about six hours, so he really had plenty of time to kill. He couldn’t try to contact anybody he’d met at the party, obviously, because they were all still there, but he had nothing but time until he got sleepy. Nothin’ but time.

He sat down on a little bench under one of the big ones. An anthro owl in rollerskates and tight shorts sat on the macro bench above him, whispering and giggling into the ear of the blue horned giant sitting next to her. Pektil needed to sort through his thoughts and come up with a plan. The cult guys were supposed to “contact” him later with the rest of his dosh, so he didn’t have to worry about that.
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No. 525933 ID: 7672e1

We could visit Sommer and tell her we're done with our secret mission now. Are we still off duty for Miss Priesmeyer? We could go back and fix her lights and stuff. I think today was supposed to be our scheduled free period.
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No. 525986 ID: 889848

Good job. Call Sommer and tell her you are fine, and that you even scored Jin's number. Ask her how long she thinks you should wait before calling her.

Go back to your usual place of work. On the way, see if you can afford to buy yourself a place to sleep.
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No. 526114 ID: 8fb35b

Pektil, sex is kind of really messed up, huh.

You know that Po isn't entirely universally loved, and you can contact the fox lady later. Also you got the datas! You did good! You can feel a bit good about yourself.

You should call Sommer and tell her things went okay, and ask her how she's doing. If she's available maybe you can her can hang out and catch up or something. Get some food? Get a giant cupcake to split? Keep it totally light and don't bring up Po or anything maybe just some friendship times.

Maybe take some time to compare your budget and the money you're gonna get and see if you think you could actually find a place to live that isn't the concrete floor? Maybe big enough for Sommer to sneak in someday!
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No. 526808 ID: b7de7a

...You know, it just occurred to me. The orb that Sommer had apparently purchased, the one that nearly killed both of you. I think she may have known what it was. She has expressed a lot of depression and disappointment in herself lately, especially on the subject of Po and her profession.

I think she may have been trying to kill herself.


Call Sommer, check up on her. Have friendly fun times.
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No. 529598 ID: 8fb35b

Oh and anyway, you really DO need a long-term plan about how to do this all. Maybe considering talking to Frost Mother about Sommer, and what you and her can do about it. She might know about that fox-lady, too, so you can get the deets from her if she'd be in on going up against Po at some point.

Hell, if you can get info about the other dragons from her, I mean, we KNOW Frost Mother kind of hates the hell out of Po. Screwing him over in the little way of getting Sommer out from under his talons might be what she'd be into. And even if it isn't she can give us advice on who to trust with it or not.

Because you aren't going to get anywhere without a plan, and you aren't going to have a plan without working this kind of stuff out.
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No. 529973 ID: ca1c58

Pektil figured Sommer was probably still at work. This was his free days still so he didn’t have work for a while himself. Which was good, because he could just sort of do whatever. You know. Dick around.

But he could still hang out with Sommer at work for a little while anyway. He hopped off the little bench and walked toward Last Whisper. On the way, he reflected on a bunch of things. Not literally, well, yeah also literally if there was like a really shiny face or dong or boob or store window, like from a robot or a person in armor or latex or a store window, but mostly (or at least as much) he reflected metaphorically on a few things.

First, he thought that sex was kinda gross and scary. A lot of the sex he’d had had been gross and scary. He wasn’t sure exactly how scared of sex he should be, but it seemed he was at least a little scared.

Second, that he did his mission, and was therefore officially awesome and a super secret spy agent secret agent. Which was awesome. He felt pretty awesome about it.

Once he got paid, he’d have a bunch of extra cash. He didn’t make a whole lot, but he could check around for changing his living quarters.

If he really wanted to. Miss Preismeyer would be all alone then too, although living with Sommer or just living somewhere where she could come over sometimes would be really awesome.

He thought about that ball thing, and about how it made you just feel pleasure all the time. Maybe Sommer had got it on purpose. Maybe she wouldn’t have cared if he hadn’t saved her. The thought made him start to feel really bad. He didn’t really want to think about her acting like that, but it made sense to him. He really wanted to see her soon. He started walking a little faster.

Lastly, he thought about all the stuff he’d learned. Frost Mother knew Sommer and Frost Mother was a dragon that hated Po. Frost mother also might know something about the other dragons or the fox lady, so talking to her seemed like a good idea. Pektil didn’t know if she’d directly oppose Po or not, but she seemed like a good person to talk to soon.

Pektil found himself in front of Last Whisper with a big grin on his face. The smile felt a little bit forced, especially thinking about that maybe Sommer had got that orb thing on purpose.

Sommer saw him walk up, and talked to the blue snake who was also standing outside. Last Whisper had some decent business going on, but it looked like Sommer could still slip away to chat for a little.

She bounded up to Pektil, licking her nose, “Hey Pektil,” She said, “How’d it go?”

“It went great!” Pektil said, “I’m an awesome secret spy!”

She nuzzled his shoulder and barked out one of her hoarse laughs, “I knew you could do it,” she said.

“Sommer, this fox girl named Jin gave me her number,” Pektil said. “How long should I wait before I call her?”

Sommer snapped her head back and sounded quieter when she answered. “Like, at the party thing? Like, she was one of the guests?”

“Yeah,” Pektil said, “She was really tall and skinny and kept trying to drag me into the bathroom and stuff, and she wanted me to help her dress and all.”

Sommer looked like Pektil had slapped her on the face, “I have to go back to work,” she said. It was almost a whisper.

“What’s wrong?” Pektil asked. “Do you wanna go hang out later after work?”

“I have to go to work,” Sommer said, looking back over her shoulder with a wounded expression, “Maybe some other time.”

Pektil shrugged. Women, right?

He started walking back toward work. He had that Zephyr person’s number, or he could go fix some lights on his off day, he guessed, or maybe go talk to Frost Mother, or he could go do something else. He didn’t know what Sommer was so mad about. He was just asking her for woman advice. She was a woman, after all! Hopefully he could buy some magic trinket that could fix whatever bad thing he’d apparently just done. “Magic basically solves everything,” Pektil thought to himself.
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No. 529978 ID: 8fb35b

Pektil that was the worst thing to say how could you be that terrible?

You made Sommer think that not only had you found someone else, when she already feels bad enough about herself, but that you met her at some random party.

Pektil, she thinks you're like the people at the orgy.

Sommer thinks you're like Po.

Sommer thinks you're as bad as Po, Pektil. You could have just lost your best friend, the only reason you're still hanging around in the Neo Sex Mall for, just now, okay.

You have to tell Sommer that it isn't that kind of thing at all and you don't really want to have sex with her because after that orgy, sex is kind of starting to look disturbing to you. At least the kind of sex the Mall gets up to. Especially the kind of sex that exists in the Mall.

You can't outright tell her that you're only doing this to try and get more contacts so you can save her because Sommer isn't at the point where you can tell her that kind of thing without her freaking out, but at this point I'm not honestly terribly sure what to tell her about that bit.

Especially not out in front of the place that Po freakin' owns.

If you have to, tell her you can talk to her later about that, if she'll even listen to you when you try to talk to her. If you even deserve her to talk to you, Pektil.
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No. 529992 ID: a23afd

>>529973
You should probably not call Jin to hook up with her, if talking to Sommer about it hurt her feelings. Go back and tell her your decision.

Then you can uh, I don't know. Maybe talk to Frost Mother about Po and Sommer, ask if it's even a good idea to try to get Sommer away from Po. I mean, he's paying for her apartment, and he's not doing anything to her, so maybe all you'd be accomplishing is screwing up Sommer's living arrangements? You gotta plan ahead to make sure Sommer would actually appreciate what you're doing, Pektil. Also, you really should bring it up with her- in private of course and not right now either- before you commit to any plans. Find out what she wants out of life. I personally think she would be happier without having to work for Po and be reminded every day of what she went through, and have to live under Po's rules as well.
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No. 529998 ID: 735f4f

Wow that was just about the worst conversation ever Pektil.

You need to go tell her the whole story about what happened and you need to do it right now. Especially the part about the orgy freaking you out.

Because what she heard was not "Hey I met this nice lady that saved me from getting raped in a horrible orgy". She heard that you are going around molesting drunk women in bathrooms and then wanting advice on how to hook up with them later.

So go back there right now and fix this before its to late.
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No. 530009 ID: a01b62

Okay yeah that went less than well. Go say you're sorry and sound like you mean it even if you don't because you hurt her feelings. I mean you were literally just feeling bad about thinking about the idea that Sommer may have tried to commit suicide and here you are upsetting her even more.
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No. 530146 ID: b7de7a

Tell Sommer that you wanted to call fox chick to thank her. Explain that she sort of saved you from getting raped to death in a massive orgy.

Sommer clearly has some sort of feelings for you, moron. Date the shit out of her right now! RIGHT NOW!
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No. 532362 ID: ca1c58

Pektil had never been exactly stellar when it came to social interactions. Actually, he’d consistently been pretty oblivious and awkward. He couldn’t help it. It was almost like cosmic forces had selected it randomly from a list of traits suggested by random entities and forever after he had been fated to be kind of socially awkward.

But even Pektil realized that he’d just fucked up. Actually, thinking about what he’d just said, he thought that he’d kind of made it seem like he was like, going to go out with Jin, like, romantically. Pektil thought that seriously he didn’t like, have some kind of like, exclusive. You know. thing with Sommer. They’d never ever even really kissed, but on the other hand, he knew that she liked him. And maybe liked him liked him, and he felt differently about Sommer than he did about any of the random people he’d had sex with since getting to the mall. He didn’t really want to seem like the sort to just like, jump in the sack with anybody, and he didn’t want Sommer to think that about him either. She really was his best friend.

He ran back to Sommer. “Sommer, wait!” he said. She turned and raised her lip slightly

“I’m working,” she said, “Maybe later.”

“Sommer, no, look, it’s not like that. I’m not trying to call her to hook up with her or anything,”

“Pektil,” her voice was rough, “Who you have sex with isn’t any of my business. I don’t care. I have to get to work,” She still sounded hurt though. She wouldn’t make eye contact, and kept walking back to the club.

Pektil also realized he couldn’t just like, tell her the truth: that he wanted to use Jin as a possible ally against Po to free her from his dark influence (should it actually exist.) (He was pretty sure it did.)

So, in front of Sommer and that blue snake and whoever else happened to be going into Last Whisper, Pektil spilled a really abridged version of what happened: that there was like, this horrible terrifying orgy going on, and she was drunk and he helped her nonsexually to cover herself up, and then she helped to sneak him out but nothing like, it wasn’t a sexual thing. The whole sex that was going on was really disturbing and he was pretty rattled about the whole thing, and he didn’t mean to sound like he was like, thinking about like, you know, and then Pektil sort of awkwardly flailed his hands around and his voice just kind of trailed off because he didn’t want to say too much in front of like, everybody.

Pektil felt a little nauseous and his cheeks were hot. His mouth was dry and he didn’t know what to do with his hands. “I just wanted to thank her for helping me out,” he finished.

Sommer looked into his eyes. Her muzzle was tilted down, but her tail was wagging slightly back and forth. She stepped forward, nuzzling his cheeks, pressing her chin against the top of his head. She stepped back, looking up at him, her muzzle almost touching the ground.

“I’m sorry too,” she said, “I really didn’t mean to get jealous, you know. It’s not like,” she looked at him sideways, her ears flat against her head, “I mean, you and me aren’t like,” she licked her nose and coughed. Pektil was sort of glad that potion blocked Sommer’s empathy too. He really did think the fox was super hot. He didn’t like her the way he did Sommer, but he wasn’t sure he didn’t at least secretly plan to maybe do something if she wanted to do something like that. Fortunately, Sommer couldn’t read any of that. So. Victory?

She fidgeted, tail drooping, and then stood back up all the way, adjusting herself, poking out her chest, “But yeah I mean, I do really have to get back to work. If it wasn’t the, you know, if my boss was here, I’d already be in deep trouble. But look, I’d love to hang out later. Just give me a call tomorrow.” She went back to her post, giving Pektil a wink, but also giving him a wave as if to say “you should probably get lost before Po gets back.” The snake winked at him too.

Pektil had the rest of the day still. He could go talk to Frost Mother, go talk to his boss, or do something else completely.
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No. 532365 ID: a23afd

>>532362
Hooray, crisis averted. I think we should talk to Frost Mother and let her in on what you want to do, and maybe ask her how you can get Po to stay out of Sommer's life without also causing her to lose her apartment and job.
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No. 532389 ID: 8fb35b

Let's go hit up Frost Mother and see what she has to say about our plans and stuff.

We can--and should--hang out with Priesmyer some more, but we can do that during work hours again, and in the times betweens. She's cool and even tho she did some stuff she is basically the opposite of Po in being abusive.
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No. 532415 ID: 4a20fa

>>532389
This.
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No. 532584 ID: ca1c58

Whew! All it took was some ‘splainin and some magic that kept Sommer from being able to tell he thought that fox chick was totally hot, and Pektil had saved his potential relationship and Sommer’s feelings! All in a day’s work, thanks to magic and also being awesome! Which he was. Awesome. He made a note to think about hanging out with his boss some too. He wasn’t sure if he should tell her what is going on, or if she would be any help with his Sommer situation, but he thought he was kind of OK with her now.

Now it was time to go talk to Frost Mother and Get Shit Done.

Pektil made his way back to Gearsong, the gas lamps of the Dusk District casting an unsteady orange light over the finely dressed (or undressed) ladies, gentlemen, and automata that strolled casually through the cool, perpetually-evening air. He pushed through the door with its chiming bell, and through the rows of shelves and cubbies full of bric-a-brac, oddments and curiosities. He glanced down a dim row between two shelves and reflected that his adventure with the Cult of Divine Penetration, and therefore his career as an amazing super-spy, started between those shelves. There wasn’t any mysterious figure whispering in the shadows today, though.

He strolled into the large central chamber, coins and treasure piled high beneath and behind the massive dragon herself. A few people milled around, inspecting this or that, occasionally stepping onto the rug in front of the massive dragoness. He was still intimidated by her: Black scales glinting under the light of the glowing orbs that hung in their basket over her, her long white spines, gleaming fangs and blue tongue. He could see her gesture, adjust her little glasses with clawed hands, although her area of silence kept him from hearing what she said to whoever she was haggling with.

Pektil needed a plan of approach, and also he really needed to decide exactly what he was going to say, and exactly how he was going to say it. She was friendly with him, but she was still a dragon.
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No. 532593 ID: 8fb35b

First try to get some alone time with her, or like, make sure she knows it's something to talk about so long as no one else can get a hear in. Obv.

Start with telling her how she's been really cool so far but don't make it a Frost pun okay? Don't even do that. And that like, she's one of the few people in the Mall he thinks is sane and together.

Tell her that you have problems with Po, and that you agree with what she said a while ago, about being confused and upset about why Sommer worked for him.

But tell her that you know why, now. Po gave Sommer a job when she couldn't find anything else, but he coerced her into some vague vore-related situations that really upset her that she's still upset over. Po pays for her apartment and she's too scared to leave and find any other kind of work--the idea of leaving Po at all scares her, but not just because she's afraid of being without support, or is afraid of him hurting her. She thinks he needs her, and she's allowed him to crush her spirit to the point where she's Stockholmed all up in on him. She's completely dependent on him, and has been tricked into thinking he's dependent on her, and that this whole arrangement is life has to be.

He doesn't force her into vores anymore, but he's broken her and it's really distressing and unhealthy for her and you want to get her away from Po.

You know Sommer doesn't want to leave, but you went through something like she did with Ms. Priesmyer, so you know what it feels like to be indebted to someone and to feel bad for someone and to think they need you to be there for them, even when they just hurt you. Although Ms. Priesmyer is way more reasonable, and Po is probably intentionally making Sommer feel shitty so she stays reliant on him.

But Po is a powerful, scary, OP dragon and you're not. You're not actually here to make Frost Mother take care of everything--but you are here looking for allies and advice.

If it looks like she's getting on board, you can try to spin it with all your stunning social grace you earned as a spy to make the point that actually pulling this off in a way Po couldn't retaliate against would probably crush his stupid fat ego right in the butt.

Also ask her about Jin and see if she knows anything about her, and if she might be an ally or trouble to deal with.
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No. 532594 ID: a01b62

>>532584
>Which he was. Awesome.
No you're not, dude, don't lie.

>>532593
You probably shouldn't call him OP, though. That might, like, insult her as a dragon.
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No. 532595 ID: 8fb35b

>>532594

Frost Mother's the one who was bitching about him being a fucking OP eastern dragon to start with.

So the only thing to avoid is to avoid making it sound like you're mocking her.
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No. 532596 ID: 8fb35b

Also Pektil is awesome don't even, what.
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No. 532678 ID: ca1c58

Please don’t respond directly to other suggestions.

Pektil waited until there wasn’t anybody trying to haggle with Frost Mother, and then stepped up onto the carpet. He remembered that when standing there, nobody could hear anything he or Frost Mother said. She looked down at him, cool and imperious, adjusting her little glasses. His idea about how awesome he was readjusted slightly when she was looking directly at him.

Maybe he wasn’t, you know, really all that awesome, comparatively.

“Yes?” her green eyes were just as bright and sharp as he remembered. Her gaze moderately terrifying.

“I uh. I. Um.” Pektil said. He wiped his hands repeatedly off on his overalls, shoving them into his pockets then pulling them out. “Can anybody hear us?”

“No one can hear us,” her voice was deep, her pronunciation crisp. Pektil figured he should get to the point as quickly as possible.

“I uh, just want to say that you’re really awesome (he’d thought ‘cool’ at first, but cleverly avoided making the pun,) and really are the most like, sane, together person I’ve met since I came here,” he hurried it up when he saw her waving one clawed hand in a circular ‘get on with it’ motion, “but uh, I learned some stuff about Po and Sommer and like, why she’s still working there even though she doesn’t like vore and she’s like, talented and stuff and doesn’t have to be a bouncer.”

Frost Mother propped her elbow on the floor in front of her, resting her chin in her open palm. She loomed over Pekil, uncomfortably close, her pupils small and eyes opened wide. What good did those glasses really do anyway if they were so far down her nose?

“Po made Sommer do something vore related, and it made her really uncomfortable and it’s still kind of something that’s like, messing with ever even to this day. But he also pays all her rent and stuff, and she’s too scared to leave and leaving Po scares her, and it’s not because she thinks that Po will hurt her.” He swallowed loudly, glancing at the other people standing around. But Frost Mother gestured for him to continue with her free hand, “She thinks that he needs her, and like, he’s sort of messed her up so that she’s like, totally reliant on him like, emotionally, or something, and like, he tricked her to think he’s relying on her, and that like, she basically can’t leave or do anything different.”

“She told you this?” Frost Mother asked. Her voice was cool. Flat.

“Some of it she said,” Pektil said, looking at his feet, “Some of it she just like, was like, obvious from what she said. But most of it she said. He doesn’t make her do vores, but it’s really bad for her and I want her to get away from Po.” He swallowed, “But I also know she doesn’t want to leave him.” Pektil swallowed even harder. He really didn’t want to explain how he understood her feelings, but he thought it would make the whole thing a lot more credible.

“I went through something really similar,” he said, swallowing hard, “with my boss, where I felt really bad and thought she needed me even when she just wanted to hurt me.” He went on quickly, “But my boss was way more reasonable and didn’t do it on purpose, and I think Po is probably doing it on purpose to keep Sommer there.”

He had streaks of sweat on his overalls from wiping his palms on them so many times, but nevertheless, forced himself to meet Frost Mother’s gaze.

“Po is a really scary, really powerful dragon, and I’m not even a dragon. I’m not asking you to like, solve this for me, but I am asking for maybe some advice or an ally.”

Frost Mother lifted her lip slightly, drumming her claws against her shiny white fangs, each one longer than Pektil’s body. She licked across the edge of them with her wet, blue tongue.

“Po is a fucker,” she said. “He’s a piece of fuck. I, at this time, am uncertain as to exactly how I could assist you, but,” she lowered her eyelids halfway and ran her tongue along her teeth, “I am very willing to offer my assistance to any plan that seems likely to be successful.”

Well, Pektil thought, he knew she was on board anyway. “I also met this fox named Jin at uh,” he wasn’t sure if he should say where he met her or not, “and uh,” he moved on, covering up his mistake suavely, “she’s a nine tailed fox girl and she seems like she might be an-”

Frost Mother slammed her hand on the floor, creating a landslide of treasure from her seat. “Fucking motherfucking Eastern bullshit spirits,” she shot upright, spreading her wings and towering over Pektil, but not really looking at him.

“First,” she counted each point off on her claws, “They don’t even look fucking intimidating. They’re fucking tiny!”

“Second, they are like, completely ridiculously powerful, and there is not even any fucking way to tell what they can do or anything. It’s basically total horseshit,”

“And so of fucking course,” She gave up counting and just gestured wildly, and Pektil noticed that the room was suddenly empty of customers, “their dragons have to be even more fucking bullshit to balance the scale of fucking bullshit supernatural fucking nonsense so that at the very fucking least dragons are still the fucking best!”

She slammed her forelimbs down on the treasure pile, sending up a spray of coins. She settled back down against her treature, arching her neck and folding her wings neatly at her side. She straightened her glasses, “No, I do not know her. Please excuse my unprofessional outburst.”

Well. Now Pektil just had to figure out what he could use Frost Mother for as an ally.
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No. 532706 ID: a01b62

She's certainly... explosive. Does she know how you could sabotage Po? Maybe force his club to close down? Even get him arrested? Even an OP dragon like Po can't tangle with the cops here.
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No. 532710 ID: 735f4f

Well the best way to get her out of his clutches would be to show her what he is really like.

Even if he died today she would still have tons of baggage and would probably feel like it was her fault for letting him down or something.

I mean the perfect way to fix things would be to either record him talking about how he has manipulated her or trick him into telling us while she was listening.

So maybe you can be a tiny James bond again and save the day. But we need more info about everyone involved first.

Bring up the idea about tricking Po into admitting what he has done and see if Frost mother can give you any help.
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No. 532735 ID: 8fb35b

Keep in mind that if we TRICK Po, and Sommer finds OUT it was a trick we used to get her away from him, she could turn on Pektil and be all "I can't believe you would do that to him just to etcetc" and then we lose everything entirely.

Ask Frost Mother if she knows other places that would 100% be willing to hire Sommer and support her with a reliable standard of living. If we know that Sommer has a genuine safety net to fall into once she's free of Po, we can remove the threat of homelessness+unemployment.

Ask Frost Mother if any other dragons are sick of Po's crap. Ask her about his disposition if he'd do anything illegal or underhanded to Sommer if she DID get away from him. We need to start thinking of our end-goal and work our way backwards how to get there, I think.

Who else are his enemies? What do we possibly have, potentially, to work with?

We shouldn't go overboard with trying to ruin Po--that makes him an enemy with like, nothing to lose and nothing to DO but get revenge. What we should focus on is getting Sommer out of his reach in a way he can't do anything about. Make him feel powerless like that. Take something precious to him from him without him having any recourse. Could there be a bigger blow to his pride?

And Sommer's safety is the most important thing. She wouldn't be so proud of Pektil if he ruined Po's life.
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No. 532941 ID: ca1c58

First of all, Pektil noticed that Frost Mother tended to freak out about certain subjects. He thought he should probably, you know, keep that in mind.


“What if I just proved to Sommer what Po was really like? Like, could we bug something so that we could have a chance of catching him basically admitting what he’d done to her?”

“I think this will be necessary to preserve your friendship with Sommer,” Frost Mother said. “You are right that she will likely not respond well if she’s unaware of Po’s evil.”

Frost mother steepled her fingers, cool air escaping her nostrils as she slowly exhaled.

“As far as eavesdropping, the short answer is ‘Yes.’”

A crystal, deep blue and shaped like a jagged splinter, floated to Pektil and settled into the pocket of his overalls.

“This object is magically masked, and will subvert any anti-scrying measures that Po possesses. If you were to hide it in his office, I could freely scry on him. If you secret it on your person, I could scry on you wherever you are.” She paused. “Right now, we can assume that even if Po is aware of your intentions in some way, it is extremely likely that he both underestimates you, and hasn’t actually gathered meaningful intelligence on you. He doesn’t know that you have allies, or who those allies might be. It would be best to keep things that way. I have a feeling that confronting him with that crystal would certainly out you as a threat, but this early in the game, he may speak candidly in the hopes of intimidating you into leaving his situation alone. If you opt instead to try and bug his office, we would have to simply hope that he let something slip when we happened to be listening.”

Pektil considered how tricky he was theoretically going to have to be. He considered that if Sommer found out, the whole thing might backfire. “So even if we get Sommer away, do you know anywhere that would hire her?”

Frost mother snorted, “She’s smart and talented. I would assist her in finding more appropriate gainful employment. It won’t be difficult.”

Pektil thought for a moment. “What I’d really like to do is just like, get Sommer away but not do anything else to Po like, as far as anything that he’d want to get revenge for, you know?”

Pektil flinched at the spray of coins as Frost Mother’s laugh echoed through the now-empty store. She removed her glasses and wiped the corners of her eyes, her face split into a wide grin, before she spoke. “It will be quite impossible, I assure you, to take Sommer away without seriously affecting his standing and power base. Even if Sommer is somehow taken away without further damage, do you think he wouldn’t seek revenge? Make no mistake, if he doesn’t already think of you as a threat to his control of her, he likely will before this endeavor is complete, unless you are extremely careful. And dragons are both patient and clever. It would be very unwise to leave such a powerful enemy behind you and uncrippled. It could be equally dangerous to Sommer.”

Pektil sighed. This wasn’t really going to be simple, was it?

“So what even could we do to Po, though?” Pektil asked. “Could we like, shut his club down? Get him arrested? I mean, he can’t like, actually stand up to the Authorities, can he?”

Frost Mother’s smile withered. “No one can stand up to the Authorities,” she said, serious as death. “That being said, the penalties for crimes largely depend on the function of the individual within society. If we could prove that Po had destroyed Sommer’s ability to consent, it would be a crime, but Po has strong political connections within Mall society. He would pay a fine and be free to extract his revenge, on one or both of you. No. We need something more. We need proof of systematic rule-breaking, or ties to some kind of dangerous or seditious entity or organization. We have to break his organizational ties, or have a mouthpiece with stronger political clout to speak for us to have much of a chance. He must be crippled politically, preferably exiled, if you’re to actually succeed.” She paused and adjusted her glasses, “At the very least, politically crippled.”

“What kind of revenge could he get, like, he wouldn’t break the law, right?” Pektil was feeling increasingly nervous.

“As I explained before, the penalties for crimes can sometimes depend entirely on the respective clout of the parties involved. A systematic troublemaker will be dealt with harshly, but someone who is seen to benefit the mall won’t be exiled for a single act of vengeance against a pair of unknowns. Even if he is made to pay a very lofty fine, he is easily capable of doing so. No, I would imagine his ire could be extremely dangerous for both of you.” Her eyes were cool and hard, her words matter-of-fact.

“So uh, we need allies then, I guess,” Pektil said. “Do you know if other dragons are sick of his crap or anything like that?”

Frost Mother looked vaguely up at the ceiling and made a few awkward hand gestures. “I am not,” she began, “exactly, ah, a dragon that moves in very significant circles.” She cleared her throat, “Of course, if you had some names or dispositions of some dragons that you know of, I could likely contact them in a way that would not implicate you. Even some very powerful dragons are quite approachable to others of their kind, and I’m more apolitical than I am poor in terms of wealth or raw power. But I’m afraid I’m more useful for getting that kind of information than I am for distributing it to you. But if you find out anything about dragon movers and shakers, it could be possible for me to build alliances there on your behalf.”

Pektil thought for a moment. He remembered the dragons he’d overheard talking and was pretty sure he caught most, if not all of their names. If he gave out info to Frost Mother, he should probably start with whichever one he thought would be most receptive to her charms or ideology. Or he could not worry about this now and carry the conversation in another direction.
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No. 533006 ID: 8fb35b

Drar is our main target for forming a dragon alliance. She had an outright-expressed hatred for Po. Tell Frost Mother about her--the magma chick dragon--and see if she knows her, and can get in touch with her about an anti-Po dragon alliance.

Second is Nergil, who really dislikes Po too. Drar is probably going to be the biggest ally in this, though, so advise Frost Mother to look into Drar first.

Only after both of them are contacted should we see about getting Ishtiga on board. Once we get an alliance going, we can see about anyone else.

Ask Frost Mother if she knows how much longer the party/orgy might be going on for. Secreting the listening-guy in Po's office is a great idea, but if we get caught we put ourselves and Sommer at risk before we even get our first real step done.

http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/35455.html#74937

I put a /dis/ summary of all the dragons we know and their dispositions towards Po. They're all western dragons so Frost Mother's got no problems here.
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No. 533098 ID: eba9b6

Talk to ishtiga and offer your marshmallow butthole for his help.
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No. 533706 ID: 63daf1

>>533006
Seconded.

We should def hit up Jin. If she is as friendly as she seems her help should be quite useful.
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No. 533712 ID: a01b62

Let's not hit Jin up yet (don't want to seem desperate!). Let's find out more about Drar. Where can we meet her in private?
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No. 533785 ID: 63daf1

>>533712
Sure, Jin can wait. In that case we still have the rest of the day after talking to Frost Mother. Maybe we could visit Miss Preismeyer or look around the Mall.
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No. 534055 ID: ca1c58

“Well, uh, there is this magma-looking dragon names Drar that I think doesn’t like Po at all. Maybe you should talk to her firs. After that, if she’s on board, there is this female dragon with one black eye named Nergil who I think, if Drar is on board, would be a good step number two.”

Frost Mother nodded, drumming her claws against her incisors. “Yes, hmm. Yes.”

Pektil thought for a moment, “There is this gay blue water serpent named Ishtiga that might be one we could get on board if we got those first two on board, but we might need more information.”

Pektil thought about his chances of hiding the thing in Po’s office. “So like, do you know how much longer the big party on the first floor that Po is at should go on for?”

Frost Mother’s eyes narrowed. “What big party orgy thing on the first floor?”

“The big, uh, the thing with all the important Mall people at it and…”

Frost Mother pursed her lips. “I must assume you have some other, powerful contacts then. I did not expect you to be so quick with the names and dispositions of powerful dragons,” her cool eyes glinted as she ran her claws along her chin. “In the future, we should not speak openly. You may already be watched. Coming here again could alert your potential enemies concerning our alliance.”

Without any sort of obvious movement or gesture, a small stone on a necklace floated over to Pektil, along with a spiral bound notebook. “Once you learn this simple spell, you can open mental communications with me, no matter where you are, as long as the area isn’t warded against scrying.” The amulet dropped into Pektil’s hand. It was a deep blue stone with white starbursts on a slim, gold chain. The spiral bound notebook didn’t have any cover, and was wrinkled as if it had been damaged by water.

He shoved both things into his pockets.

“I will attempt to begin negotiating with the dragons you’ve informed me of. Contact me when you’re ready to move forward, or when you need me to scry on the shard. The spell is easy, and you should be able to master it with a few hours of practice.”

Pekil still had some day left, although it wasn’t a ton of day. He decided holding off on contacting Jin for now. He had to decide whether he was going back to his room or else trying to sneak the scrying shard into Po’s office right now.
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No. 534059 ID: 8fb35b

Tell her you played waiter at this big party for some extra money and to check out anyone who might help you go against Po. When you saw dragons, you were like, SCORE! these guys might totally hate him and they DID! Luckyyyyy. You don't actually know any of the dragons and they won't remember you either, so you don't really have any more of an IN to them beyond remembering their names.

... ask her if there was some way to lodge the crystal inside Po, if he were to vore you. Like. If you got him to eat you on purpose, and then left the crystal in there, up in his guts, would that work, and could he detect that? Because that. Is. Maybe. Something.

Unless someone else can come up with an excuse to go INTO the club that everyone will believe, I don't think now's the time to sneak the thing in. Sure, we might never get an opportunity like we have now with the potion, but there could be something similar to that we can get at some point. And again, I don't know how we'd convince Sommer we want to go IN without it sounding suspicious. She won't be able to read our mind and she'll KNOW something is weird from that. And we don't know how much longer the potion will last. And without a dragon alliance safety net, it isn't a good time to risk declaring ourselves against Po right now.

Go back home and if Ms. Priesmyer is around, maybe float what's going on to her and see if she has any advice.
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No. 534425 ID: 89cc97

Ask frost mother about the Cult of Divine Penetration. Be sure to not tell her that you did things for them until you are sure it will not spoil your relation with her.
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No. 534889 ID: ca1c58

It was too dangerous to try and bug the place. He had the scrying shard, but no idea how to get it in there or anything and like, somebody would see him go in. He’d just keep it around for now.

“So uh, if Po ate me or something, could I leave it inside his guts?”

Frost Mother turned her head first one way and then the other. “That depends on some biological features that I’m entirely uncertain of. I’ll have to find out, unless you have another avenue of information about the particulars of his anatomy.” She pursed her lips, “It’s a clever plan, though.”

“What do you know about the Cult of Divine Penetration?” Pektil asked.

Frost Mother rustled her wings in her treasure pile. “That is exactly the sort of organization that we’d want to tie to Po. They’re extremely shady, and have had altercations with the Authorities before. They’re entirely exiled from the first floor on pain of permanent banishment from the Mall. No one is entirely certain of their motives, or precisely what their altercation was. They’re foreigners, meaning that the entire group came here from some other world. They don’t recruit, and everyone who is a member is very close-mouthed. Ties to them are, shall we say, unhealthy. Politically poisonous in the extreme. A few come here now and again to purchased various magical components or assorted knickknacks. I am apolitical for the most part. Besides, they’re free to frequent any businesses they choose as long as they aren’t on the first floor.” She drummed her claws on the floor, “But I’ve never made inquiries regarding them. It would be rather unseemly to be associated with them in any kind of fashion other than a purely mercantile one.”

Pektil wanted to say something to Frost Mother about the dragons too. They chatted a little about their plans and Frost Mother showed him the spell to contact her, and explained how it worked. Pektil had never done magic before, but it didn’t look too complicated. A lot of stuff about focusing and junk like that.

Before he left, he decided to explain a little about where he heard the names. He wouldn’t want Frost Mother to have some kind of crazy idea about who he was connected to.

“Oh, I was a waiter at the big party for some extra money, and I was trying to look out for info that might help me against Po. I saw the dragons and all and I thought it was totally a good move on my part so I could find some guys who might hate him and some of them totally did! They don’t know me, like, at all. They probably wouldn’t even recognize me so like, I don’t have an in or anything!”

Frost Mother seemed rather shocked. “You know, I won’t let you bully me. You don’t have to tell me anything at all, of course, but I won’t be intimidated. I will refrain from asking how, exactly, you managed to acquire one of the most sought-after and competitive positions in the Mall, period, and inform you that Frost Mother is not a pawn. Currently, our motives are aligned, and I will continue to work with you to achieve what I see as a mutually beneficial end.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously. Rime began to form, shimmering crystals of ice, on her lips and nostrils, “But be aware that if you push me, I will most certainly push back.”

Pektil wasn’t sure whether he should try to explain, or just get the crap out of there and go talk to miss Priesmeyer.
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No. 534899 ID: 8fb35b

Explain it. Tell her that it was the Divine Penetration guys you worked for, but they told you to not at all tell anyone. But if you're going to be working with Frost Mother to take down Po, she should probably know everything, especially since Frost Mother seems to be getting the wrong idea.

That the Divine Penetration job was just a "Work as a waiter, we'll give you a thing to take measurements, don't worry about our reputation it's totally legal."

You didn't really know anything about them so you took the job, but if tying them in with Po is a good idea, maybe you can work something out like that? It might put you at more risk but it's for Sommer.

Frost Mother is your only ally in this, and if there's anyone in this situation you can trust, it has to be her or no-one. You're worried about the Divine Penetration guys getting upset if it gets out that you've told anyone, but really. If there's anyone you can tell it to, it has to be Frost Mother. If she isn't safe to tell all of this to, then we never had anyone to trust, and we never had a chance to start with.
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No. 534914 ID: a30a07

Yeah explain her everything, but prepare to run if she don't want to be associated with you anymore.

Oh, and we could probably convince someone else to put the scrying shard inside Po, like a future client or something.

However it should be someone that will not stab us in the back and tell everything to Po.

Now that I think about it, we don't know anybody that could do it.
If we want something done right, we have to do it ourself, I guess.
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No. 534917 ID: e97f9d

Uhhh I say just apologize and get out of there. Only bad things can come from explaining this one. Now you know to keep your mouth shut about it.
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No. 534928 ID: 57a483

>>534889
>Explain the misunderstanding. Say that while you may not divulge the details you didn't get the position because of your own power or even knew it was that prestigious. You had been the pawn of another powerful party who aquired the position for you. That is all you are allowed to say. And could you please explain why being a waiter is supposed to be such a sought after job?
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No. 534930 ID: ccf689

Revealing everything will be dangerous, we need to rely on half truths. Tell he it was a part of a job you took, but you didn't know who it was as the client was anonymous but certainly he wanted something because you were asked about minor details aftewards. Mention that the reason you may've been hired is that you're a newcomer here, fairly unknown.

Do not anger Frost Mother because she might be one of our bigger allies right now.
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No. 534938 ID: a1ab63

Apologize and tell her that you only meant to try and provide further information, not to try and anger her. Don't tell the full story though.
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No. 534939 ID: ca1c58

At first, Pektil thought about spilling the beans entirely. The Cult had said not to say anything, but on the other hand, Frost Mother seemed to be getting the wrong idea, and maybe it would be better to tell her everything. He knew it was shady going in, but he didn’t do anything illegal after all.

It seemed like tying Po to them would be a really strong card to play. Maybe Frost Mother would have an idea on how to go about it.

She was his only ally right now, after all. If he can’t trust her, then who can he trust?

Then again. She might get mad. She might not actually be his ally if he tells her. It might be a really bad idea.

“Oh, sorry. I uh, wasn’t intending to intimidate you,” Pektil said instead. “I needed you to know that I didn’t get the position because of my own power. Why’s it such a big deal anyway?”

Frost Mother narrowed her eyes, “Because it is a gathering of the most powerful and influential people in the Mall,” she said frostily.

“Well,” Pektil swallowed, “a powerful party got it for me to do something for them, and that’s all I’m allowed to say. I don’t honestly know what they wanted exactly. I’m fairly sure they hired me because I’m an unknown newcomer, but I really can’t say anything else about it.” It was mostly the truth. Even though Frost Mother couldn’t read his mind right now (he hoped,) he wasn’t exactly a social acrobat, and she might catch him out in his lies if he was too flagrant with them.

Frost Mother relaxed, tapping her teeth again, “I see.” Pektil breathed a sigh of relief.

“This whole situation is very interesting,” she said, “Give me a few days to contact the dragons. I feel that working with you will be much more exciting than I’d originally thought.”

Pektil thanked her graciously for her assistance, and then made his exit. If he wanted to try to tie Po to the Cult, he’d have to figure out a way to do it himself.
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No. 534943 ID: a1ab63

That went better than expected, onwards to getting shit done with Priesmyer now. Also I wonder if we can somehow get a capacitor for sexual energy, and try and charge it up with glorious sexual tension. Might be cool to power things with blue balls.
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No. 534948 ID: ccf689

>>534943

WEll we can do this, browse some shops, maybe pick up sexy for meeting with the fox lady later on, given that we're actually gonna try that.
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No. 535076 ID: e97f9d

>>534943
Fully seconding this.
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No. 535121 ID: 8fb35b

Think about contacting Zephyr too! Shi's basically the best and also best-friend material. Even if shi isn't a great help shi'd still be good to hang out and play NES games with.
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No. 535122 ID: 8ffedb

Would Priesmyer be the best person to go to for a sexual capacitor? Or would that end up with an actual capacitor attached to our testicles and some more body horror?

Maybe we should hit up Blaze Davis instead, and bother his poor golem lady again.
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No. 535123 ID: 8ffedb

>>535121
Oh yeah, we should totally do some radical kick-flips with Zephyr!
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No. 535152 ID: 96c896

Oh my god please no, not Zephyr! Just being seen with them in public is likely to be an embarrassment.
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No. 535167 ID: b6e77f

Pektil was ready to go get some stuff done. Since he guessed he had to learn magic now, he thought maybe there could be some kind of doohickey to turn sex energy into magic. He knew just where to go, too. Blaze freaking Davis! On the way he called the number Zephyr had given him.

“Zephyr Talonthunderclaw, professional courier, how can I help you?”

“This is Pektil, from the elevator this morning,” Pektil said, somewhat taken aback by the completely professional voice that had answered.

“Oh, hey baby, how’s it goin? You just couldn’t resist Zephy’s big charm am I right?” Pektil could imagine the hip thrusts accompanying this, “No but seriously what’s up?”

“Oh, I just wanted to hang out maybe sometime,” Pektil said.

“Totally sweet! Look, I’m gonna be just like, basically hangin’ out tomorrow if you wanna drop by. Or if you wanna drop somethin else if you know what I mean,” Pektil could hear the wink, somehow, “No but seriously we can hang out and have some brews, or just fuck around or whatever. Fuck all around if you know what I mean,” a rather disturbing pause, “But no seriously we can play some NES it’s cool.” Zephyr then gave Pektil hir address. It was in a kind of area Pektil had never been to, way higher up in the Mall. “Just call me tomorrow if you’re comin over. Gotta go! Catch you later!” Pektil heard wooshing wind and static. “But not literally. Unless you want me to.” Pektil swore he could hear the lewd gesture. Then Zephyr hung up.

Pektil went back to Blaze Davis’s store (it was on the way back to his place anyway,) and saw Blaze chillin’ behind the counter. The air smelled vaguely of charred something and he noticed a mysterious scorch mark on the floor. Some kind of girl made out of red jelly was fiddling with some baubles in the corner and talking to Mercy.

Blaze looked a little worried when when Pektil walked in “Not here to return anything I hope?” he asked, adjusting his goggles.

“Nah,” Pektil said, which brightened Blaze’s mood considerably. “I’m looking for something that can turn sex into magic maybe,” Pektil said.

Blaze popped his suspender straps. “Why certainly, my good sir!” he disappeared under the counter. Pektil could hear various rustling and clanking noises and a muffled curse before Blaze popped back up and laid two girdles on the counter. They were some stretchy-looking fabric with a bunch of little hook and eye closures and some wires running through the inside of the fabric. On the back of each one was a brass canister-thing with a blue crystal cylinder between the two endcaps. One had a cylinder about as wide as Pektil’s palm, and the other one was about a foot long.

Blaze patted the girdles. “These things channel arousal into magical energy. They’re useful for people who aren’t very good at magic, but need a boost. This one,” he raised up the smaller one, “is less powerful, and this one,” he patted the larger one, “carries a whallop. You have to discharge the energy into a spell though, and overcharging it can cause it to burn out. Orgasming will also discharge ‘em.” He pushed them towards Pektil.

“The small one is five hundred coins, and the big one is fifteen hundred. If you take ‘em off when they’re charged, they’ll retain the energy, too.”

Pektil had 867 coins.
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No. 535173 ID: ccf689

>>535167

In the long run the large one would be better. But we don't have much money for it...

So best we loan some cash for it.

If all fails we can go for the smaller option, given that we may get it on with that fox lady, the dangers of overcharging are severe though. So really, we need the large one... somehow.
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No. 535178 ID: 8fb35b

I'm not sure what other spells we're going to be casting any time soon, and it's always good to leave SOME money in the bank, so if we DO buy one, buy the smaller one.

I'm not wholly sold on buying one but it's good to know they exist.

Does he actually sell spells we can learn to use, or can he recommend a place that sells easy to learn beginner stuff?
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No. 535180 ID: 96c896

>>535167
I think you'd need to learn how to use magic at all before buying those on their own. Ask if there's anything he's got that could use that magical energy. Or maybe he knows how one could go about learning magic?
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No. 535242 ID: a1ab63

Now that I think about it, I agree with
>>535180
>>535178
If we need them, we know they exist, and that is good. But we should practice magic first beforehand.
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No. 535245 ID: ab1da0

Let's actually learn magic before we go and get and start charging the things I think. Though I think the plan with these was to just have a method of simply getting rid of pent-up arousal in Pektil though.
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No. 535339 ID: e97f9d

Buying one now seems like a risky investiture. Just thank him for his time and say you'll be back if you decide you want one. This isn't a very useful way of just getting rid of arousal because it would just overcharge and be useless eventually if we couldn't get rid of it by casting spells. It's that or be tied to a little mana meter that dictates we must have sex this often as dictated by our arousal or it will be destroyed and we'll start being aroused again, and... honestly, that's not that different from a libido. So, hold off on purchasing it until we have a useful way to funnel it off.
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No. 535568 ID: a1ab63
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535568

Meanwhile, another customer was pocketing the wand he had just used to burn the floor.
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No. 535593 ID: bdb3f8

>>535568
oh shit somebody remembered the quest mechanics
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No. 535705 ID: ca1c58

Pektil decides he ain’t got the cash to spend on one right now, especially considering that he only owns one spell, and he doesn’t even really know it yet. He can always come back and get one if he really needs it.

“So, do you sell like, magical spells?” Pektil asked.

Blaze rubbed his big red nose. “Well, actually, a lot of my customers come here because they don’t want to bother learning spells, or else because for whatever reason they’re incapable of using magic. I have a few universally useful things, but for the most part, my items are a way around having to use magic on your own.”

Pektil just sort of looked up at him, waiting for an actual answer.

Blaze looked down at him, idly twirling his impressive handlebar moustaches.

“No. I don’t sell magical spells.”

Pektil wiped his nose.

“Well, thank you then. I’ll probably come back and get one of those later, then, once I learn some spells.”

Pektil had seen spells at that first shop he went to, where he sold his virginity, but honestly, he was getting really tired. He’d had a long day after all.

On the way out, he noticed some shady-ass motherfucker in a coat slipping something into his pocket. It was basically just like this. >>535568

Pektil didn’t really know if he should get involved or just go the fuck home, finally.
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No. 535715 ID: d2d723

That guy looks a bit creepy, we should probably go home and practice our new spell.
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No. 535726 ID: 8fb35b

Mention it quietly to Blaze, like, so the guy doesn't see, and keep yourself safe. Blaze is a friend let's win us some points by helping him catch a shoplifted (by telling him it happened and staying way out of the way of everything else)
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No. 535747 ID: a1ab63

Spooky skeleton man is going to get what he deserves, what you need is sleep and time to practice.
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No. 535825 ID: ccf689

>>535726

A discount will be nice so maybe we should rat the guy out...
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No. 535855 ID: e97f9d

Yeah just kind of. Nudge Blaze and nod at the guy. Then move on.
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No. 535861 ID: 96c896

Surely a store like this has security systems of its own? I don't think we should make any enemies by being an obvious snitch, at the least.
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No. 536027 ID: eea261

Pektil caught Blaze’s eye, and then glances at the guy, then glanced at the floor, then began walking quickly out before the guy turned toward them.

Blaze’s little face hardened for a moment. Digging under the counter, he pulled out a leather pouch, grabbed a handful of some kind of red dust, and vaulted onto the floor, tossing it at the dude and screaming, “Baron Samedi you fucker! Burning my floor and trying to make my place look disreputable with your crazy spirit magic crap! Get the fuck out of here! If people want your magic they’ll get your magic, and if they want my magic they’ll come here!”

The guy recoiled from the brick dust being tossed at him, staggering out the door with an extended middle finger, “Fook you, leetle man,” he slurred drunkenly, shoving Pektil aside as he took to the walkway, vanishing into the crowd.

“Thanks, buddy,” blaze said, making a line of red dust just inside the door of his shop. “Mercy, can you help me clean this up?”

Pektil waved and went back to his “room” in the machine area, utilizing the nearby bathroom door.

He was really tired. Really really tired. He shrugged off his clothes and crawled into bed, pulling out the notebook and looking over the spell. It said stuff about magic reserves and concentration and all kinds of stuff, but it was pretty simple. Hold the amulet and focus. Hold the amulet and focus. Think of the things it said and focus. Pektil practiced for a while but nothing happened. Maybe he was just really tired.

He put the scrying shard and amulet away and drifted off to a deep, dreamless sleep.

*****

In the morning, he showered and brushed his teeth, getting ready to work. Miss Preismeyer walked up just as he was getting dressed. She handed him a phallic sticky bun, cocking her hip to the side with a hydraulic hiss.

“Did you enjoy your day off?” she asked.
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No. 536035 ID: 2a295d

>>536027
>"Parts of it, yes. It was very exciting and I got a lot done. Thank you for the bun by the way, that's quite nice of you. I made some progress in my plan to get one of my friends away from some bad influence but I hope I didn't bite more than I can chew. Would you like to talk on the way or do you prefer silent concentration when working?"
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No. 536068 ID: 8fb35b

I don't think Priesmyer is going to know very much about anything, but ask her if she's heard anything about Po or the Cult of Divine Penetration.

Don't actually let on that you have any plans regarding either of the two at all.
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No. 536078 ID: 65cc3d

I doubt that will be usefull, but ask her if she knows anything about magic, like spells or where you can buy cheap magic shits.
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No. 536119 ID: ccf689

>>536068

This. Don't really reveal way too much besides "Having a busy day." If you want to remain a spy, don't blab about it to everyone you meet.
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No. 536120 ID: ca1c58

“I did a whole lot!” Pektil said. “It was exciting!”

Pektil had eaten plenty of dick shaped buns before. They were decent. Maybe a littttle too sweet, but what can you do? “Thanks,” he said, licking the frosting off his fingers. “I’ve been trying to help out one of my friends, but I’m worried about how much trouble it might turn out to be. We can talk while we work, right?”

“You’re such a nice guy,” She said, and then “Of course we can talk,” Miss Priesmyer said, her voice smooth, rich and feminine instead of broken and staticky. Her metal hips swayed as she sauntered like a runway model into the depths of the machine area, Pektil following a few steps behind. Her metal tentacles writhed as she walked, while her right arm clicked between two fixed positions.

“I’ve learned a lot of stuff about the Mall since I started working here, but I was wondering if you know anything about a group of weird guys called the Cult of Divine Penetration, or a big Eastern Dragon named Po,” Pektil asked.

Some ragtime music drifted through the air from Miss Priesmyer’s speakers as she began maintenance on the first machine. Her voice was just as rich and smooth as it had been before the music started, “I have to say, Pektil, that I am not the best person regarding Mall politics. I have always kept to myself and focused on my work and my relationships with the other maintenance personnel remain strictly business. I can ask, if you’d like, but I am not certain that I’d receive forthcoming answers.” Her hooves clanked on the metal grating around the side of the engine, sparks flying from her welding tentacle. “They consider me cold and somewhat frightening.” Hunched over, her gray, waxy flesh cast dark shadows from the welder’s point of light, her metal limbs gleaming, her blank faceplate awash in a cascade of sparks.

Pektil tightened his nuts. The nuts on the engine. Those ones. The ones that he was supposed to tighten. “What about magic?” he asked. “Do you know anything about magic?”

Presimeyer rose, slowly and gracefully, one long, slender metal leg settling its hoof on the concrete with a pressurized hiss. Her other leg slowly joined its mate, until she stood, hooves together, like an acrobat about to begin her set. Preismyer’s naked body, gray and damp as it was, always seemed poised on the edge of action.

She turned sharply, one hoof striking the concrete, as her body transitioned to its runway saunter, her round butt swaying and flexing as she walked.

“I want to buy some magic, maybe,” Pektil said, following her.

“I actually know another engineer that works on the edge of my sector. We have a relationship of mutual respect, something perhaps close to friendship. He is even less in touch with mall society than I am, however, which is why I didn’t mention him a moment ago, but he knows magic and can tell you where he acquires it at any rate. He gets fewer social guests than I do, so he may be eager to share information with you, or even teach you some spells for free. He tries to talk to me about it, but I have no interest, and quite possibly no capacity for it. If you’d like, I can bring you by and introduce you after your shift today.”
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No. 536122 ID: 8fb35b

No to having Priesmyer doing investigation for us.

Yes to having her introduce us to her friend.

Maybe a comment on how you're happy to be back to work, because, I mean, you genuinely are, aren't you? Back here, away from everyone, it feels safer and secluded, cut off from all the politics you're involved in. You don't need to say that part, but it does feel good to be back to work with Ms. Priesmyer, right?
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No. 536124 ID: 092337

Of course we should go see Miss Priesmyer's friend! He sounds like a stand up guy.

He might be kind of ridiculously socially awkward though. Be careful to not piss him off and get turned into a frog or something.
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No. 536129 ID: e97f9d

Sure, go ahead and meet him. But tell Miss Priesmeyer that she's probably better off not asking around on this one.
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No. 536130 ID: d2ad4a

That sounds like a good idea sure! Let's go see this mage worker dood.
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No. 536156 ID: 96c896

>>536120
Sure, talking to someone new can't help. Tell your boss not to worry about asking around, it might call too much attention to you.
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No. 536249 ID: 48ab74

>Thank her for both offers. Mention that another friend of your friend is already carefully searching for information and also that asking around for that kind of stuff can easily draw the wrong kind of attention from some powerful entities so you would prefer she not ask people about that kind of stuff, ok?
>Pektil would love to meet that quasi-friend of hers though.
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No. 536324 ID: ca1c58

“Oh, no, don’t bother asking. I was just curious if you knew anything already. From what I know, neither one is a good thing to go asking around about.” Pektil said when Miss Preismeyer asked if she should look for information about Po or the Cult of Divine Penetration.

“Ah,” she replied.

They worked the rest of the day, chatting lightly, Miss Priesmeyer’s old timey music echoing forlornly through the huge, dark space of the Machine Area. She was still who she was: gray flesh and chrome, faceless, alternatively smooth and delicate or sharp and mechanical in her movements. Pektil couldn’t say that he was completely comfortable with her. He couldn’t really say that he was even as comfortable as he had been before the surgery, but there was something comforting about the place. He felt cut off, secluded, safe from all the politics and more apparently dangers in the mall proper.

As he watched the rubber gaskets on the breathing ports stapled to her ribcage flop open and closed as she checked the fluid level of a massive engine, Pektil told her he was glad to be back to work. She patted him lightly on the head with her metal hand, the pressure sensitive plates in the fingertips clicking audibly when they touched his scalp.

After his shift, Miss Preismeyer asked if he wanted to meet her acquaintance. Without really bothering to find anything else out, Pektil agreed.

She lead him deeper into the Machine Area.

All of their engines were massive, hulking things. Huge, squat beasts that rumbled, growled and shook. They traveled further away, though, deeper and deeper into the dim recesses, and Pektil noticed a change in character of the machines. Instead of foot-thick iron shells, these devices were more exposed, more like towers than bunkers, with thick rubber-sheathed wires that buzzed with electricity disappearing like black cobwebs into the darkness above. Huge metal honeycomb-structures and strange aerials and cylinders studded the towers chaotically and the grumble and roar of the engines was replaced with the whine and droning buzz of electricity.

Walking near to one, Pektil felt his hair beginning to stand on end, and he couldn’t be entirely sure that the buzzing wasn’t inside of his skull too.

“His name is Nine Gears World Devourer,” Miss Preismeyer said. There was a loud, metallic crack as an arc of electricity cascaded between two metal prongs on a nearby engine. Pektil also noticed that the hanging lamps of his area had been replaced with large, oblong lamps spliced directly into the tangle of crisscrossing wires overhead.

“Ahh, Miss Priesmeyer,” the voice was echoey, mechanical, sharp and unpleasant. It didn’t have the crackling hiss of her old synthesized voice, but, although emotive, it sounded purely artificial, like vibrating metal in a long, hollow tube. More sharp lightning whipcracks touched something on the ground behind a massive tower of capacitors, aerials, transistors and other components as a huge shape rounded the side.

“I almost didn’t recognize your voice,” he said as his bulky shape hove into view.

He was fully twelve feet tall and almost as wide, made of gleaming bronze and covered in tattered layers of blue and white robes. He rocked slightly from side to side as he moved, but Pektil could tell that he didn’t have a pair of legs. The intricate, interlocking metal plates that covered its body extended almost to the floor. Underneath were maybe rollers, or tracks, or a whole lot of tiny, skittering limbs. Longer than he was wide, he resembled a cross between a pillbug and a train car in aspect, although the layers of robes mostly hid his body.

The front of his form was mostly exposed: Thick, curved sheets of bronze with heavy rivets as big as Pektil’s fist, a round head recessed into a metal cowl, the face looking somewhat like a gas mask, somewhat like some sort of deep sea isopod, and somewhat like the front of an old car: Wide set-glassy, black lenses, an ovoid grille, metal tubing running back into its body cavity. Huge, heavy limbs, five on each side, extended in front of its body. Each pair was roughly half the size of the one behind it, and they fanned out in front, clattering on the ground in sequence with each step. Each terminated in a three-clawed hand mostly covered by the wide, shieldlike second segment. When he stopped, he held them up in front of him, hands pointed toward the floor, the largest bracketing his head, the rest descending in a crescent to either side.

Green mist drifted from the grille, and from somewhere underneath the robes. It was only when the clattering monstrosity had come to a halt did Pektil notice the others surrounding him. Several creatures, human, anthros and otherwise, stood naked or in tattered rags. Their expressions were all slack and glassy, some stood with open mouths, looking at nothing. Some had various injuries: missing eyes or hands, and Pektil noticed that they all had scars on their heads. A couple, a male human and some kind of female raccoon furry, had segmented brass tubes running from their heads (the ear on the human and the empty eye socket on the furry,) trailing across the ground, and disappearing beneath Nine Gears World Devourer’s robes. Their limbs especially hung limply, their faces completely slack and vacant.

“And who is this small creature?” its inorganic, echoing voice carried a hint of the electrical hum that was pregnant in the air all around them. He pointed to Pektil with his right center arm.

Miss Preismeyer cocked her hip to the side, tentacles idly rubbing Pektil on the back. “This is my assistant, Pektil. He helps me in my maintenance duties, and was curious about magic.”

“Well, I am certainly an authority in that regard,” the bulky monstrosity said, gesturing with all ten arms. “You may call me Nine Gears,” he waved expansively with all of his arms, and then returned them to their at rest positions. Pektil guessed it was maybe supposed to be a bow, “What are you curious about? What do you know already?”

“I can leave you two to your conversation,” Miss Priesmeyer said, then, to Pektil as an aside, “Unless you would prefer I stay. If you are uncertain of the way back to the Mall.”
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No. 536335 ID: 8fb35b

Ask Ms. Priesmyer to stay, since it's hard to find your way back. Also this guy is kind of scary. Also it is hard to find your way back.

This guy seems really chill and cool.

Tell him you just were introduced to a spell for the first time, and you want to pick up some more.

Ask him what kind of magic he's into, and let him talk a bit about what he can do.

Ask him what different kinds of magic there are, what determines if a person can use magic, and how easy it might be for Pektil to learn magic.

Ask him if some creatures are naturally magic, and if that's different from learning magic.
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No. 536364 ID: a1ab63

You should ask him if those others that are tied into him are for ease of manipulation or processing power. Also compliment him on his realm.
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No. 536379 ID: ca1c58

“Miss Priesmeyer, please stay please. I really don’t want to get lost,” Pektil said. He held on to a tendril, its cold metal surface slightly reassuring.

Pektil thought it was best to begin things properly by buttering up the guy.

“So like, this place looks cool. Also what are those guys you got for?”

Nine Gears shifted slightly. His movements had that slight list to them, but were surprisingly fluid. Pektil had the horrifying impression that he could move extremely quickly if he needed to.

“I am in charge of maintaining the vast electrical systems here,” he said, “and these are my assistants. They are also in some ways related to my magic, although I wish to know what you understand before I confuse you with jargon that’s above your head.”

“Okay,” Pektil said, “Is there a difference between learning magic and just being naturally magic?” Pektil knew that some creatures just had magic powers.

“Yes,” Nine Gears said, “Some creatures have specific innate magical abilities, some species have raw magic manipulation abilities, and some creatures are completely incapable of naturally harnessing magic. For the most part, automata, constructs, and nonliving mechanical creatures such as myself cannot harness magical energy at all. Most other creatures can learn some types of magic, and most magical creatures can learn magic of a different sort than their own innate nature. The underlying substructure of the Sex Mall allows all types and systems of innate and practiced magic to coexist, although other worlds will have their own rules for what will function and what won’t. Therefore, there are a theoretically infinite number of systems and sorts of magic. Magical creatures, though, to answer your question, have a magical essence as a part of their being, and do not have to train or study to learn magic.”

“Wait, did you just say you can’t cast magic? I thought you were a magical expert!” Pektil said.

“We’ll get to that in time,” Nine Gears said, holding up a claw.

“Okay so I am guessing I don’t have any secret magic powers,” Pektil said.

“Correct,” his hollow, mechanical voice was pretty creepy.

“So what different kinds of magic are there, and what kind can I learn? What kind of magic do you do? And can certain people only do certain types?”

“As I explained,” he began, “There are an almost-unlimited number of magical systems. However, they fall into three basic, broad groupings: External systems require the caster to produce certain materials or structures to perform them. Someone who has to draw a mandala to cast a spell, or set up a complex ritual circle is using an external system. Raw systems may require concentration, or a few magical words or gestures, or maybe just willpower and wishes. There is some bleedthrough between the two, obviously, but these are general classes of things. A way to sort them. True external systems require nothing from the caster. There is no hidden reserve of power that is depleted in the casting, and the magician can continue to produce effects for as long as he has the time and materials to do so. In true Raw systems, the caster depletes some essence when he uses the spells. Either a hidden reserve of mana, fatigue, years of life, or something similar. Many magical creatures, because of their magical nature, can perform raw magic with minimal effort. Last are Vancian systems. These systems require the caster to memorize a spell, and then, at a later time, they can recall the spell to produce an effect, although it strips the spell from their brain. In a True Vancian system, each mind can only hold a certain total quality of spells, either many small or one large, et cetera, and the spells must be re-memorized before they can be cast. All of the systems work within and among one another, although any creature will have most aptitude for whatever sort of magic is closest to its homeworld. Certain devices can also store magical energy, which can be used as a reserve for raw spellcasting or other depletion-based systems. Memorizing a Vancian spell also removes total capacity for magic in proportion to the quality of the spell, so that a magical creature that memorizes several powerful spells will find that its overall ability to perform its normal magical tricks is greatly diminished. Most people, therefore, do not mix systems broadly. Vancian magical effects are also not based on any quality of the caster generally, and the caster’s only relevant quality is the number of effects he can hold, total, allowing a much less practiced caster produce at least one effect on par with a talented magician.”

Pektil was pretty sure he understood literally none of that. He guessed he could try to learn whatever kind of spells he happened to find though, at least.

“I am a vancian caster,” Nine Gears continued, “Well, I am an extremely talented neurosurgeon, and this allows me to harness Vancian spells. My assistants have had their brains altered to one degree or another. Some have their personalities mostly intact, but are pliant and obedient,” A naked fox guy near the front raised his hand and winked at Pektil. He was really thin and kind of mangy, “Other than removing unnecessary things like capacity for boredom, fear, and pain response, of course. Some have had their brains almost entirely removed, and operate as puppets for accessing hard to reach locations,” The human and raccoon shambled forward a bit. “Most of the others are somewhere in between. But the many servants you do not see are the ones that allow me to use magic. I remove the brains from organisms in the backworks, and maintain them inside of my own body. They are interfaced with my own intelligence, and I can force Vancian spells into them, and force them to recall and cast them when I choose. I also make use of several magical batteries for harnessing minor effects when appropriate, although I do not possess a numinal source such as a ‘soul’ or ‘faith’ or ‘connection to the earth,’ or ‘love’ other trivialities that allows me to recharge them.”

Pektil’s face had grown increasingly distressed, and his little hand tightened on Miss Priesmeyer’s tendril, although she was completely still.

“Don’t worry,” Nine Gears said, “I harvest them from the Backworks. When I bring them here, they are entirely consenting. It’s all perfectly legal.”

Pektil swallowed. He was glad he had never run into this joker alone.

“So, uh, I basically want to learn some more spells. I guess. I got one but I can’t get it to work.”

Pektil explained the basics of his communication spell.

“The entire Machine Area is heavily warded,” Nine Gears said. “You have probably adequately practiced to successfully perform the spell.”

“Oh,” Pektil said.

“So,” Nine Gears crept forward, his minions shuffling alongside him, “what are you interested in learning? Perhaps I can assist you.”
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No. 536382 ID: 8fb35b

Ask him if there's an intelligence requirement to learning Vancian magic, or if it's limited solely by one's innate potential. Ask him how Vancian spells are learned, or rather, prepared in one's mind.

It's unlikely we'll be able to TRICK Po into accidentally memorizing a Vancian spell so large it eats up all his magical reserves to do his normal spells and is too dangerous for him to ever want to cast and would therefore render him entirely powerless, but like. Still? At least find out if it's possible to prepare a Vancian spell by accident, in the process of asking how they're learned/memorized.

Ask him if there is any place in the mall he might recommend, through reputation or familiarity, that sells magic. We don't have much money and we're not super experienced so we wouldn't want to impose on him to study magic, really--also we probably should be super freaking careful around him--but like, having an understanding of how magic goes from someone who's got it under control like him is cool. We don't want to jump into it dumbly.

Try to leave as soon as it's a good opportunity to though. We might not want to get super involved with this guy? But just don't be rude about it.
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No. 536386 ID: 96c896

>>536379
Note to self: stay out of the Backworks forever.

A healing spell would be nice, first off. Secondly, a ward against acid, perhaps? Can he tell what form of magic you're most capable of using, and if you have much potential for it?
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No. 536407 ID: 8fb35b

Oh, look, if we're talking about spells to deal with being swallowed by Po, ask him about how teleportation magic works too, and how hard that is to do.

Have Po swallow us and leave the spying thing in him, and trick him into being stuck by a crappy massive spell. These are the pro plans. Let's do what we can to get them along.
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No. 536427 ID: e97f9d

>Without really bothering to find anything else out, Pektil agreed.
You say that as though it's come back to bite us in the past or something!
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No. 536480 ID: a1ab63

This guy may seem creepy, but he's just a big flesh computer. Are there ways of storing a vancian spell in an inanimate object?
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No. 536586 ID: 84b8a7

I think we all know...you want to learn a spell to make you bigger, stronger, faster. Even if temporarily. Then maybe Po won't be as scary. Well he will but you can overcome that cause you'll be big.
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No. 536617 ID: 68df89

Priority one: Knowledge on how to survive being eaten. If possible teachings or recommended and affordable (hidden) items for that purpose.
Priority two: Beginner spells. Simple, low energy utility spells. Creating a light, benign short-range telepathy, whatever a beginner like Pektil can learn.
Priority three: A new shop for magic items. Any items he can recommend. Information on potential problems that could arise with our current and scheduled items.
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No. 536668 ID: ccf689

>>536407

I still that idea is not good and highly risqué.

We should invest in something that will let us spy better like a clairaudience, clairvoyance or scrying spells.
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No. 536678 ID: 68df89

>>536668
The way I see it we should at least find out IF it is a feasible plan. Who knows, there might be an easy way to solve this. If there isn't we can still do something else.
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No. 536842 ID: ca1c58

>>536788
I know I missed a day, but don’t update the quest for me. Art can be used to draw the scene from the last update and add things into the scene, not reply directly to suggesters. Thanks for the work, but this is unfortunately being mostly ignored, especially because it contradicts what’s already been said. I’ll repurpose some of it and add in an explanation. The purpose is to help me tell the story, not tell it for me.

“So,” Pektil asked, a plan slowly forming in his brains, “What’s the limits on Vancian magic, and could you like, trick a powerful creature into learning a spell so that their power would be like, less powerful? Like a big magic guy?”

Nine Gears hummed, it was a rattling, mechanical choral sound. One finger tapped against his faceplate. “The actual text of true Vancian spells is almost alive, and seeks out a living brain to imprint itself on. The magic wants to be read and used. Continual study and practice expands a person’s potential to memorize more or more powerful spells. As you read a Vancian spell, if your mind cannot contain it, you will be in pain, discomfort. You can certainly force a spell slightly too large into your mind, although it will cause unpleasant mental effects. A spell entirely too large will cause your brain to violently explode. It happens with the brains I use for storage, from time to time. Spells just slightly too large will help expand your potential, however.”

He tapped his faceplate again. “But you do still have to read the words to memorize the spell. Of course, a sufficiently powerful magical creature would probably absorb the information instantly, at a glance. The real trick would be to find a spell they would not want to instantly cast…” he seemed to be mostly thinking to himself, tapping on his face and exhaling green mist. “You know, there is a quite powerful spell that temporarily negates all magic within a one hundred yard sphere surrounding the caster. ‘Phandall’s Spiteful Equilizer,’ if I remember correctly. Yes. Yes. This has potential.” More little clatters.

“So,” Pektil continued, thinking about how dangerous Vancian magic seemed, “Is there any way to store Vancian spells in inanimate objects?”

Nine Gears snapped out of his contemplations and laughed. “Why would I need to remove brains and store them inside of my body if I could cast Vancian spells in another way?”

Pektil stuck his finger in his nose, “huh?”

Nine Gears sighed. “No, there isn’t. Some Vancian spells are used to produce enduring magical items, but the spells themselves must be placed into a living brain to be cast. The words themselves are also extremely dangerous to attempt to transcribe, and special materials must be used. Therefore, the rituals themselves are somewhat expensive, and usually not in easy to transport form. They cannot be stored digitally, for instance. However, there are plenty of other systems that feature single-use scrolls, wands and assorted magical devices. Crystals, in particular, are useful for storing enduring effects from other casting systems. Wands are also useful. Some are tools that are required for casting systems, and some are repositories for magical energy. Most scrolls and wands must be used by someone capable of using magic in some capacity, whereas a crystal will simply produce an effect and need only be worn, or incorporated into a device.”

Pektil was thinking about his plan to store the scrying crystal inside of Po. The way he saw it, he would need some kind of acid protection, some kind of healing, and some kind of teleportation.

His second priority was to basically be able to do that stuff, so he needed some beginner spells.

And a good place to buy this stuff that wasn’t somewhere he’d gone before. He did remember the first magic shop. They had had lots of scrolls, but he wasn’t sure. Maybe asking would be a good idea.

He also realized that if he was going through with the eating thing, all of the effects he would need would have to be spells: Po probably would not eat all his clothes and items with him.

“So, I want to know a good place to get some beginner stuff, like maybe scrying or spying stuff, and also maybe some healing or acid resistance stuff.”

“If you would like to learn some Vancian magic, I would gladly give you these,” The raccoon girl dug under his robes and pulled out a black leather-backed scroll wrapped closed with ribbon. “The Charm of Untiring Nourishment. This simple spell will obviate the need for rest, sleep, air, food or water, and make you immune to adverse temperature conditions, for several hours. It is quite useless to me, but could be useful to you. You may not be able to use it immediately, which is why I will also give you Lugwiler’s Dismal Itch, one of the simplest and most primitive of spells. It causes someone to itch as if they had fleas for several minutes.” The raccoon also produces a little red book, like a day planner. She walked over and deposited them into Pektil’s hands, her own flesh slightly clammy to the touch, her hide mangy and balding in places.

“As for acquiring those other spells, a non-Vancian source may be best. Vancian magic is generall ‘all or nothing,’ and tends to be quite powerful and obvious in effect. I know there is a shop called Tally’s Uncomfortably Cramped Arcana which has a selection, although there are a few others in this general area which are known to be rather useful.” Nine Gears indicated a floor and area, and Pektil checked his Information Data Thingy. There was a big list of shops!

“I will caution you that teleportation magic tends to be very difficult, and most places are warded against it.” Pektil remembered Blaze talking about teleportation >>459164

Go ahead and make up whatever shops you want. Give either just a name, or a name and a short description, or whatever. Remember to put numbers in the NAME field! You can also suggest to go to one of the shops somebody else makes up, or go to the shop that Nine Gears recommends.
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No. 536845 ID: ccf689

The "Icy Jizz Magicks" was run by a some pale white haired guy named Necron, looking like a glam metal band reject. The shop specialized in cold based, protection and charm spells. The selection was quite broad as Necron was a fairly talented natural mage, but most commented on his very... special methods of invoking certain magic. Yet this method seem to be perfect for most Neo Sex Mall dwellers.
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No. 536855 ID: 4a20fa

>>536842
>Po probably would not eat all his clothes and items with him
Unless you fancy concealing the scrying crystal on in your person in some manner you can reverse while in a muscular bag of stomach acid, that somewhat scuppers the plan.

Maybe we're better off finding some other willing victim who's less fussed about the whole getting-back-out angle.

For now, thank him and return with Miss Priesmeyer to the marginally less creepifying areas.
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No. 536900 ID: 96c896

Tally’s Uncomfortably Cramped Arcana sounds fine. You're small, it should be appropriate for you.

Hey, ask him about the World Devourer part of his name.
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No. 537357 ID: 7fb235

Tally’s Uncomfortably Cramped Arcana sounds perfect! Though I'm not sure how much they will charge for spells, perhaps it is good to look around two or three stores.

Perhaps you could ask the snake bouncer at The Last Whisper about spells or protection against vore and equipment to survive being eaten, or even ask about Po's preferences and "abilities" regarding that sort of thing. You could make out you're slightly interested in the idea.
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No. 538854 ID: e983a7
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538854

There's always the Impractical Curiosities Emporium, run by a somewhat confused entity in the shape of a perfect silver-grey octahedron by the name of Qx. It has taken to wearing a sign that says "STORE OWNER - NOT FOR SALE" given its similarity to some of the knick-knacks it sells, and is perennially confused as to where the shop actually is. It has a habit of just... changing where the exit leads out to, but customers are customers, even if the more recent business has been entirely around the more erotic themed curios and gewgaws in the shop.

Of course, some of the things on sale might be the kind to be completely alien in purpose and understanding, but maybe there's a cool magics or two. Probably the sorts that require ridiculously long rituals or something awkward to perform. It is the Impractical Emporium, after all.

(also I made a favicon for the thread and I am not sure if you want it applied or not)
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No. 540457 ID: fafc66

>>537357
I think we should be very careful with the snake. Given that it is an employee of the person we want to trick, we should assume that everything we talk about with the snake will be known by Po. We can still talk to the snake but in that case any plan that involves Po not knowing our plans for survival needs to be dismissed.

I wouldn't put it past Po to say he is ok with us surviving the consumption just to claim an accident happened afterwards, should he have even a slight suspicion we were plotting against him.

I would also like to note that Po gave us a powerful magical item that he was sure would stay close to us for the forseeable future. Would it have been possible to hide a scrying spell similar to frost mother's in the spell matrices of the bead?

I vote we visit the Impractical Curiosities Emporium and Tally’s Uncomfortably Cramped Arcana.
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No. 599737 ID: 1413c8

Pektil thanked the horrible mechanical monstrosity for its time and the free spells, and asked Miss Priesmeyer if they should be going. She nodded slowly, thanking Nine Gears for its time as well, and they retreated from the super-creepy electrical area to the slightly less creepy regular area.

Pektil also considered that his plan of getting Po to eat him so he could hide the spy crystal wasn’t such a great plan seeing as how Po probably wouldn’t want to eat his clothes and items. He considered that it might be a better idea to get Po to eat some willing victim who isn't as concerned about the whole “getting back out alive” angle, then he considered Seven Gears and his servants and how everything was “completely consensual” when he got done with them…

Then he kind of shuddered and considered whether that was something he really should be considering.

But if he WAS considering it, he knew, now, how he could get a perfectly willing person with something implanted in them who didn’t care about being eaten, but maybe he shouldn’t consider that.

He realized also that talking to the snake bouncer might be a decent idea, but that anything he told her might also find its way to Po. He wasn’t sure if he could do anything useful with that or not.

He stopped considering and realizing things for the moment because the regular metallic report of Miss Priesmeyer’s hooves had stopped. They were at his little room.

Miss Preismeyer patted him on the shoulder with her mechanical hand, the cool, smooth metal clicking slightly. “Good luck with your friend,” she said, her voice smooth and feminine. “If there is anything I can do to help…” She let the sentence hang. With a sharp click, she pirouetted on one hoof before sauntering back into the further darkness of the machine area.

Pektil went out into the Dusk District, ready to shop for magical supplies. He had two places that he was going to visit for sure, but he didn’t know if he should stop by yet. He’d told Sommer that he was going to see her today after she got off work, and had also told Zephyr that he was going to stop by hir place. He wasn’t sure if he should go shopping first or go see either one of them first or what. He’d come to a stop in the middle of the walkway, and while he was trying to decide, an anthropomorphic pegasus wearing a heavy leather apron and a tool belt bumped into him. Her black and white wings fluttered as she lost her balance, falling on top of Pektil before he could scurry away.

She had nice blue eyes and her coat, mane and tail were white with black splotches. Or maybe it was black with white splotches? Pektil considered it as her wide hips pinned him to the ground, her muscular body rocking directly on top of his slowly swelling dong. Her long, messy mane covered most of her face, and her proportionally small breasts squishing together as she held her hands up to her open mouth in shock. “I am soooo sorry!” she said, flipping her hair out from in front of her eyes and pulling on his arm before she realized that she’d have to get off of him before she could help him up. She was a little more than twice Pektil’s height, and he could see firm muscles in her arms and legs bunch and contract as she stood up and lifted him effortlessly to dust him off. Her hands grazed against his dong and butt as she held him up by the overall straps and tried to straighten his things out, brushing down his thighs and chest.

“I’m so, so sorry!” she kept saying, “I should have been paying attention to where I was going!” She’d toss her head to keep the hair out of her eyes, but it would have settled back in place moments later, mostly on the left side of her face. She didn’t really let Pektil get a word in edgewise before setting him back down on the path, apologizing profusely again, and then leaping over the railing and flying off. He noticed that her butt was very round, and she had a lot of muscles in her back that moved around when her wings swooshed.

Pektil kind of stood there in a daze for a moment, then checked his pockets to make sure he hadn’t dropped anything. Quite the contrary, he found a plain leather sack that he hadn’t owned before. Opening it up, it had a variety of really valuable looking gems inside. He wondered if she’d dropped it on accident, or if this was the 2500 coins that the Cult of Divine Penetration was supposed to pay him.

He then went back to wondering whether he should go see Zephyr or Sommer first, or blow either one of them off, or go to the magic stores first.

I know it’s been forever since I’ve updated, and people probably don’t remember what’s going on at all. The Wiki http://tgchan.org/wiki/NEO_SEX_MALL is really extensive, and also tracks Pektil’s Inventory: http://tgchan.org/wiki/NEO_SEX_MALL/Inventory. >>536379 might be a good point to sort of refresh on what’s being talked about right here at this very minute! Expect regular updates from here on out, and thanks for playing!
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No. 599738 ID: e654d6

Yeah that definitely sounds like the payment drop. Hang on to it it's yours.

How much time do you have in the day? If you think you might run out of time to hang out with Sommer and Zephyr, skip shopping and do it another time. This whole dealing-with-Po thing is clearly going to be an investment and it's not going to kill us if we put off buying spells to hang out with friends.

Go see Sommer first, because let's be honest, if we hang out with the Zeph and play NES, we'll probably get caught up playing NES all day. Sommer usually gets uncomfortable after too much interaction so she'll probably call it a day early and leave us with some time to hang out with Zeph because c'mon, with how serious all the things we're plotting are, we could use some Bubble Bobble or something to unwind and Zephyr seems really legit.
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No. 599744 ID: 2fd516

>>599737
Congrats, you have enough money to GET HUGE. However, if you're gonna make it permanent like you planned I think you should discuss it with your friends first, and consider if it would interfere with doing your maintenance job. Maybe see if you can instead get a ring of Enlarge Person or a spell that makes you bigger as long as you maintain it? Then you could be big or small when the situation demands it. Alternatively, you could get huge permanently and have a shrink ring/spell to go back to your previous size. The temporary size alteration option will need to shrink/grow your clothes too, mind you.

I don't really want to ditch either of them because well even playing NES games with Zephyr seems like it might be an okay time. Maybe. Even though Zephyr is gross. Priority is on Sommer though. I'm thinking hang with Zephyr for an hour or so (or as long as we can stand) then probably go take a shower and hang out with Sommer. Wait, will Sommer even be off work anytime soon?

I say we should shop around for prices on how much our HUGE options will cost exactly while we figure out who to hang with.
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No. 599756 ID: 4a20fa

>>599738
That.
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No. 599857 ID: 2af729

Pektil decided that Po was a long-term dealie, and he could go get spells later. The more important thing was to hang out with Sommer. He figured she’d definitely be off work by now. It’d taken him a pretty long time to talk to Seven Gears about magic and all that stuff.

He started heading for her place.


Along the way, he thought about his money and how he’d be able to get huge if he wanted. It’d been a while since he’d talked about it, but after some deep thought, he remembered when he’d asked Miss Priesmeyer what she thought. >>458613

She was probably still right, about the huge thing anyway, not the weak organic components thing. The money might be better spent on getting a new place, or buying the spells he might need to do something about Po, eventually.


He strolled up the steps and into Sommer’s building, thinking about what kind of cool stuff they’d do together in their hang-out time.

He was hurrying down the hallway toward her apartment when he almost ran directly into the floor supervisor, who seemed to literally appear out of nowhere. Although he suspected that if it looked like he almost ran into her, she was probably a few feet over to the left or something.

She was just as tall and naked and mottled yellow and black as he remembered her, her wings and tentacles spread on either side of her body. Her animal muzzle was pouty, her red eyes fixed on him.

“I’m sorry, but you aren’t allowed here,” she said in an only slightly sultry tone.
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No. 599858 ID: e654d6

Uhm.

Okaayyy (not okay)

Let's not pretend to ourselves that we don't know why this building Po is renting an apartment for Sommer is not allowing us in but let's pretend to her.

Why aren't we allowed here?
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No. 599862 ID: 2fd516

>>599857
Why, did something happen? Is the building under quarantine or something?
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No. 599869 ID: 2fd516

You know, it occurs to me we never even tried to ask Po to back off, nor do we have any clear evidence he's doing anything wrong. We went straight from suspicion to conspiracy.
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No. 599924 ID: 3574b0

Pektil looked up at the floor manager, whose name he didn’t remember off the top of his head, honestly. On the one hand, Po was the one paying Sommer’s bill. On the other hand, maybe it was a quarantine or something.

On the third hand, Pektil hadn’t even tried to talk to Po. Pektil hadn’t tried to tell Po about how he thought about Sommer, or even really had any evidence of any kind that Po had ever done anything wrong at all. Honestly, he’d been the one to agree to his boss’s thing that really disturbed him, and when he’d talked to her about it, their relationship had been fine. Better even.

Who was to say that Sommer and Po hadn’t had the same conversation? After all, she admitted that he didn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to do anymore. Maybe he was being crazy. He was certainly being entirely unfair to Po.

“So uh,” he said, as the blink dog displacer beast demon multi-breed looked at him, her nipples just as perky as he remembered, her vag fully on display - just a little bit of lip to keep it classy - “is there a quarantine or something?”

She lowered her muzzle, grinning lopsidedly, and fluttered her eyelashes.

“Nope.” She wiggled her butt, both of her hands pressed against one of her thighs as she leaned forward. “The renter of that apartment there,” she gestured over her shoulder and Pektil realized that it would be Sommer’s apartment if it were a few feet to the left and behind where she was pointing, “specifically said that if a little green guy who looks just like you showed up, I was to eject him from the building. I told him that I knew you when he described you. So you got to scram or I’m going to have to,” here she paused and slowly licked her lips, “eject you.”
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No. 599926 ID: d90668

Wait "he" told you to eject me? Can I ask you who he is?
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No. 599928 ID: e654d6

Uhm, okay.

Okay Po isn't allowing you to Sommer's apartment, fine.

Let's leave without questioning, with our dignity pretending to be intact, and think of a plan of how we can tell Sommer because I wonder if she even knows this is a thing now.

I still say go see Zephyr and hang out with hir and hey if Zephyr is a courier who works for anonymous clients a lot maybe Zeph can drop a package off at Sommer and slip out a message at her in the meanwhile on the downlow too you know? I mean it might put hir at risk of Po's wrath but like, I'm sure we can finagle it.

And after something as gross as this maybe we could use some NES games and an upbeat person to cheer up with I don't think Zeph's that bad sie seems cool ok.
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No. 599955 ID: 2fd516

>>599924
Better scram. Try calling Sommer to see if she's as upset at you as Po is. Maybe it's time to clear the air, find out how dumb you were being. IF we get enough information to decide that Po isn't hurting Sommer anymore... Maybe it's possible to smooth things over with Po by using Frost Mother's trust in you to his benefit? I mean sure the other dragons don't like him but that doesn't mean they like Frost Mother. Alternatively you could try to get out of the feud entirely and do some other favor for him as an apology.

Before you talk about any of that though you should put the purple amulet and scrying shard away somewhere. If Frost Mother is scrying on you through them you'll have no options after switching sides. Also stop walking around with thousands of coins, go put them away somewhere.

Actually wait I have a funnier idea than just walking out. Go like "okay so this isn't because you're mad I didn't keep in touch after we had sex?" Tell her about the boner ring that you got so you aren't pathetic in bed and all, too.
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No. 599983 ID: 3f9059

>>599924
Can we at least get a message to Sommer? Is there a comm system, or could the nice landlady tell her that we are here for us, thank you very much.
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No. 599985 ID: 1413c8

So, Pektil wasn’t being allowed in. Okay. There could be several reasons. The most obvious reason to Pektil was that it was Po, clearly, who was not letting him come in. But there could be another reason maybe. He decided not to specifically ask who the “he” was. He still had his dignity, after all.

“This isn’t, like, because we fucked that one time and I never called you or anything, right?”

She leaned back, slapping her thighs, her six small breasts jiggling as she laughed and laughed and laughed, one tentacle apparently stuck to the empty air a few feet away from the wall to keep her from falling over.

Several minutes later, she’d managed to catch her breath, panting and leaning toward Pektil. “I don’t know what you remember, but I distinctly remember using you for a quickie once. Not even a very good quickie. An extremely amateur quickie.”

Pektil sort of mumbled “I’m way better at sex now too by the way…”

The floor manager managed to stand back up, her wide, spade shaped tentacles wiping the tears from her eyes. “Aren’t you just adorable,” she said through a flurry of giggles, “but no seriously you’ve got to leave.”

Pektil’s cheeks were hot and his foot was definitely way more interesting than the, in his estimation, very unprofessional floor manager. “Can you at least tell the person living there that I came to see her?” he asked, pointing at Sommer’s door.

“Sure,” she said. “Have a nice day.” She leaned casually against the wall and Pektil turned around and left.

Maybe he had a bad idea about the whole situation, though. Maybe he should be trying to get proof that Po wasn’t doing anything bad. Of course, if he tried to smooth things over with Po, he’d have to ditch the scrying crystal. Other of course, he could use the crystal to see if Po WAS doing anything bad or not… Wuh. Everything was complicated.

At least he could still call Sommer. If she was home, she’d want to talk to him, he was sure. They were supposed to hang out today. She might not even know that he was blocked from her floor or anything.

He called, but no one answered. Maybe she was out? He left a message for her to call him back.

Since he had nothing better to do, really, he decided to go hang out with Zephyr. Before he went, he went back and put the scrying crystal, amulet, and most of his money away. No reason to walk around with that stuff unless he needed it.

Pektil checked his finances and discovered he had about 3400 currency in various coins/dildoes.

***

Zephyr’s place was far, far higher up in the mall than he’d ever been before. One of the little tiny bands of place he’d seen from way down far below. The area was full daylight, and very similar to the very first place he’d been, except he couldn’t even see the mall floor down below, and more mall extended upward as far as he could see.

The walkways were very wide, which was good for Pektil because he didn’t really want to go near the edge. He kept walking a little ways and the walkway expanded further, and the clear wall on the edge of it diminishing to almost nothing. Long tongues of floorway extended out over the abyss like piers. Some of them had couches and benches on them and some were totally empty. Maybe “pier” wasn’t as good a term as “landing pad,” because while he walked, Pektil saw all kinds of winged or bejetpacked or bepropellered creatures, along with creatures variously outfitted in less recognizable methods of propulsion took off or came in for a landing on the piers.

Of course, some of them just had folks fooling around on them or chatting and eating pirogues or takeout curry or whatever, but occasionally some creature would just walk up to the edge and jump off out into space.

Pektil noticed that a lot of folks here seemed capable of flight in one way or another, and a lot of the shops seemed to cater to that.

A little bit further, shops gave way to houses with no particular style or theme between them that Pektil could detect. Each had a landing pad across the walkway from the facade. He also noticed that the lights from the floor above could be turned off and on by the residents (or so he assumed) because the houses were all cast in varying shades of darkness, dusk and daylight. Because the walkway was generally so wide, most of them had individual yards or fences, leaving the normal sort of walkway length close to the piers. These were the only individual dwellings Pektil had ever seen in the mall. They must be expensive.

He figured he had the right place when he saw a square three story house that looked something like a rainbow layer cake, if each layer was sort of set really cockeyed to the one under it. Neon lights surrounded each layer in a different shade of neon than the layer itself, and the yad was grassy and scattered with various lawn furnishings.

The pier itself had massive leather couches scattered around it, and a bubbling jacuzzi that was underlit with slowly changing lights. TVs on little entertainment centers with wires and consoles and controllers and junk were sort of scattered around here and there in both the lawn and the yard, and it was night time on this sliver of balcony.


He knocked on the door, and a few moments later heard something that sounded like a large animal running across hard floor. The door was flung open inward, almost causing Pektil to pitch forward onto the shiny black tile, and Zephyr was there in all hir glory, tossing back her arms and setting hir enormous titties to jiggling, a big, stupid smile plastered on hir face. “Yo! sup sup! Welcome to the casa de Zephy aka Zephy’s love palace aka where my NES is at if you catch what I’m pitchin!” Sie winked lewdly and stepped to the side.

Pektil could see hir massive neon cock, and past that a wide white hallway with black doors. Pektil could see the hallway open into some sort of wider space, like an atrium or something at the back, and the door on the left was opened partway. Pektil could see light flickering from a TV or something past there.

“So, whacha wanna do?” Zephyr asked, bobbing up and down on hir feet, settting both her tits and dong to flopping. “We can hang out, play games, you know whatever, and if you don’t got any ideas I’m sure big Zeph can think of something if you know what I mean.” There was the hip thrust. Pektil had been expecting the hip thrust. “But no it’s cool I got the NES up and stuff.”
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No. 599995 ID: 3f9059

>>599985
Pektil came here to play, so that is what Pektil will do. Or maybe talk a bit first, like, how was hir day, is that whole building hirs, etc.
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No. 599997 ID: e654d6

Pektil oh Pektil honey why do you think because Po won't let you see Sommer that maybe he's a good guy you need to smooth things over with? Sommer is actively scared of him and now he's controlling who she can see.

These aren't good signs.

Also start out with some NES. I think Zephyr isn't as sex-crazed as shi seems not to that degree, shi's into it for sure but she seems more talk-and-goofing-around than outright sex so I don't think this is going to get into anything really terribly awkward. Start with the NES and see where things get you and try to spend at least a little time not thinking about huge important issues so when you come back to them you'll have a clearer mind.
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No. 600013 ID: 4a20fa

>>599985
We should totally hang out and play some NES and stuff but hey how about first we sort out some snacks to cook while gaming?
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No. 600082 ID: 713108

Decide to play games but be awkwardly enticed by prolonged exposure to the smell of hir neon dick juices and have no idea how to handle it.
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No. 600391 ID: 1413c8

“Let’s play some NES!” Pektil said, even though he didn’t know what NES was really. The way Zephyr had talked about it, it sounded like it wasn’t some sex thing. While they walked back toward the open door, Pektil figured he’d chitchat.

“So, like, is this whole place yours?” Pektil asked.

“Oh yeah for sure,” Zephyr said, keeping ahead of Pektil but looking back over hir shoulder. At least this way hir tail hung down over hir downstairs weapon. “Courier business is good if you’re good at being a courier and Zephy is on top if you know what I mean.” Zephyr did a little hip thrust and bit hir bottom lip, “also I’m good at being a courier.” Another lewd wink and a pair of finger guns. “But yeah I got a nice place a while back you know gotta have a pad to match this rockin’ bod this bod doin all the rockin if you get Zephy’s drift.” Shi made a clicky noise with her tongue and winked again.

Pektil looked in the room. It had thick burgundy carpet on the floor and a big, soft-looking sofa against one wall. A black glass-topped coffee table with various controllers, magazines and other items spread semi-randomly across the surface was between the couch and the relatively large entertainment center, dominated by a massive flatscreen TV. The far wall was a huge set of windows with thick maroon curtains pulled back on either side. The windows were tinted, looking out over Zephyr’s front lawn and sidewalk. The entertainment center had various consoles and wires snaking around the compartments under the TV, everything relatively neat and organized, but just slightly disarrayed, as if shi got a lot of use out of them.

Pektil realized he was kinda hungry though. “Hey, before we get started, should we, like, cook up some snacks or something? If you want to?” Pektil shrugged in what he assumed incorrectly was a nonchalant manner.

“Sure thing! Come on we can cook up something satisfying in big Zeph’s kitchen if you get my drift. Haha, but no we can get snacks.”

The kitchen was in an open area off the right side of the atrium at the end of the hall. The atrium itself had a wide recessed seating area to the left with various sofas and cushions, and a set of curved glass stairs going up to the next level. The kitchen itself was all chrome and white tile, with black surfaces and cabinets. Zephyr started taking out bowls and various other things as Pektil looked out the translucent wall opposite the hallway he’d come down. Sliding glass doors lead out onto a wide patio surrounding a multi-layered pool lit from underneath. The colors slowly shifted as he watched, bathing the patio furniture and exotic plants in a variety of colors underneath the artificial night sky somewhere up above.

He hurried into the kitchen after Zephyr. The draping plants gave the illusion that the patio was a little fenced off area of greenery inside some sort of wild space. The sense of a vast expanse of sky overhead bothered Pektil a little, even though he knew it was fake.

Zephyr had some mixing bowls and metal trays and various spoons and containers set around on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Pektil noticed that the bag of flour was in its own sealed container. Like, the flour is already in a bag, why does the bag need to be in something else? Everything else was the same way. Pektil could also smell the acidic odor of monster energy drink coming from Zephyr. He had no idea how to handle it. He had decided he really wasn’t a fan of monster energy drink.

“What kind of snacks you wanna cook?” Zephyr asked. “Unless that was a euphemism for good ol fashioned fuckin’ if you know what I’m sayin!” Zephyr stuck out hir tongue and thrust hir hips lewdly, hir breasts and monster dong wobbling basically everywhere, “but no seriously what kind of snacks did you want?” Zephyr said, putting on some rubber kitchen gloves.

Pektil figured he could maybe ask Zephyr about stuff in addition to suggesting something to cook.
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No. 600396 ID: 4a20fa

>>600391
You know what you must do.

You must bake bake dem biscuit biscuits.
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No. 600400 ID: ccf689

>>600391

Dewritos. Breakfast of champions.
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No. 600401 ID: e654d6

It is indeed time to bake bake dem biscuit biscuits

Make some small talk anyway tho. Does sie have any crazy stories we have some crazy stories like the time we wanted to get big and just ended up with an oversized dong or almost consented to vore by accident (don't actually like spill the beans on important stuff like Po or Sommer or Frost Mother you're still a secret agent basically ok Pektil)
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No. 600585 ID: 1413c8

Pektil’s expression was stone cold. He put his small, fuzzy hands on the top of the kitchen island. He pulled up and stood on his tippy toes such that the very top of his head peeked over the surface opposite Zephry.

“I wanna bake bake dem biscuit biscuits,” he said.

Zephyr slammed hir begloved hands down on either side of the island, hir tits bouncing, neon nipples juddering as hir jugs wobbled. Hir face was serious as death, green tongue barely hanging out over hir lips.

“You wanna bake bake dem biscuit biscuits?” shi asked.

Pektil heaved his torso onto the island, squatting, face to face with Zephyr across the expanse of gleaming black and various kitchen materials. He leaned forward, looking hir dead in the tits as they gradually stopped wobbling.

“I wanna bake bake dem biscuit biscuits,” he said.

Zephyr leaned forward, tits smushing on the counter and obscuring hir nipples. Hir pink and yellow fur reflecting up from the shiny surface as Pektil stared hir dead in the eyes. He noticed, for the first time, that hir eyes were bright purple. He had literally never really looked at hir eyes before this. Hir huge, jiggly tits, massive, terrifying dick, and even the bright neon tongue were way too distracting for various conflicting reasons.

Hir muzzle was less than a foot away from his face. He breath smelled like sour candy. He noticed the spit on the little bit of tongue he could see was actually also neon green. It was probably sour candy flavored. He really wouldn’t be surprised if it was.

Hir eyes narrowed, long lashes mostly hiding the bright purple irises.

“You wanna bake bake dem biscuit biscuits?” shi asked, hir high-pitched voice low and dangerous.

Pektil leaned forward, his own hands slapping on the counter surface. The end of his nose smashed against her nose, pushing the skin of hir narrow muzzle up some so hir top lip was well past hir teeth. It made hir face look like if a fox was licking a window or something, only a neon pink and yellow fox with neon green gums and tongue. He could smell hir nose. He’d never smelled a nose before, really. His own top lip was similarly pushed up in an equally stupid expression.

“I wanna bake bake,” he said, leaning further foward, both expressions becoming increasingly stupid, “dem biscuit biscuits.” His eyes were narrow, voice a harsh growl although honestly pretty nasally because his muzzle was all scrunched up.

Their teeth were less than an inch apart. He could taste the sour candy from hir exhallations. Their eyes were locked, gladiators struggling in the arena of the mind. The tension was like a red hot iron somethingorother, simile-ing the fuck out of some metaphor or another.

“You get the flour,” Zephyr said, barely intelligible because hir muzzle was all scrunched, “I’ll get the buttermilk.”

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It was some time later as viscous substances were being wiped off the kitchen counter. When Pektil licked his wet lips, the taste was still very much present in his fur. Zephyr was no better, a dollop of sticky material dripping from hir chin.

“Those were some damn good biscuits,” Pektil said.

“You’re telling me!” said Zephyr, too satisfied to bother making a lewd gesture.

Sie sighed contentendly. “Okay, let’s go play some NES.”

And thus, they washed up (mostly their faces and hands) adjourned to the game room.

Mostly, they shared stories and played Bubble Bobble, talking about crazy encounters they’d had and swapping sex tales. Zephyr had had at least as many misadventures as Pektil, always getting hirself into sticky situations but somehow coming out on top (sometimes literally.) Pektil didn’t talk about some of his more serious issues - no need to include Zephyr in that mess - and had a good time as the hours flew by.

After they finished Bubble Bobble, Pektil was sitting on the arm of the couch looking out the window and noticed the spotted anthro horse with wings that had bumped into him earlier. She was wearing a white tunic with a gold rope at the waist but he could tell it was definitely her. She kept flicking her hair out of her eyes as she read some kind of letter that she seemed to be semi-hiding in her hands. Pektil didn’t know if he should make some kind of move, or just play more NES with Zephyr.
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No. 600587 ID: 4a20fa

>>600585
I was not ready for the sheer intensity of this update.
Eh, if she's trying to deliver something to (or reclaim something from that was actually a real accident and not a dead-drop at all) us, she'll knock. Else she might just be working nearby. Coincidentally.
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No. 600630 ID: 5c28fb

>>600585
Ask Zephyr if they know her.
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No. 600673 ID: 4754ce

Clearly, offer to have sex with Zephyr.
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No. 600677 ID: 7eb080

Sleep with Zephyr's giant neon cock.
Platonically.

In fact, maybe you could get a big dakimakura case for it.
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No. 600678 ID: 2fd516

>>600673
Let's not!

Hey, if Zephyr knows anything about that big party, does she know what was behind those huge doors?
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No. 600681 ID: 1413c8

Pektil wondered if the horse girl was just working nearby or if she was looking for Pektil. Maybe she really had just dropped the bag of gems that coincidentally happened to have the same value as his payment. She was walking pretty slowly and not looking at Zephyr’s house, so he figured she was probably just randomly in that neighborhood.

Pektil tapped Zephyr on the hip. Shi was leaning over digging through the cartridges, so no other part of her was really within arm’s reach.

“Yo,” Pektil said when shi turned around, holding up a fan of several games. “Do you know that horse chick with the splotches?” He pointed right at her, so Zephyr would know which one it was.

Zephyr pursed hir lips and looked up and to the right, off into the corner of the room, Pektil didn’t see anything there, though.

“Uhhhhh, yeah. There’s somethin’ right there on the tip of my brain.” Shi raised and lowered her eyebrows, “more like on the tip of my dick am I right? But no seriously I’m pretty sure she’s a courier and she lives around here.” Zephyr’s face was ever so slightly serious. “Actually, I haven’t seen her around too much recently. She used to go through the same service I did for jobs, but then something happened or something. No clue.” Shi shrugged. “I think she came over to a party at my house one time. Or maybe I came over her at a party at my house, yeah baby, Zephy would like to glaze her donut if you know what I’m saying. Don’t remember her name, though. Camille? Something like that?” Zephyr sort of trailed off.

Pektil thought he probably did know what shi was saying, as far as the glazing went. Shi probably meant semen. Well, monster energy drink gel.

“One last thing,” Pektil said. “I guess I should probably be heading out soon, it’s getting pretty late for me since I woke up. You didn’t want to have sex with me or anything, did you?” Pektil wasn’t exactly sure he even wanted to have sex with Zephyr, but something compelled him to ask.

Zephyr stepped off of the couch and turned around, settling down on hir haunches in front of Pektil. Shi looked him square in the eyes, her boobs only bouncing slightly as shi put hir hands on his shoulders.

“Dude, I am totally cool with just hanging out with you, like I said. Zephyr doesn’t pressure people into having sex, because that is seriously not cool. We can totally be platonic buddies and that’s totally Ok. Plus,” here, shi paused, a drip of drool falling off of the end of her green tongue, “you would literally die.”

Pektil shuddered involuntarily.

For some reason, though, he could picture himself like, putting a big pillowcase over Zephyr’s giant cunt destroyer, and maybe the pillowcase could have like, a character drawn on it, and he could snuggle up with it and like, literally sleep with Zephyr’s dick in a platonic sense. It was a really cool plan, he thought, but he wasn’t sure that now was the right time to ask Zephyr if shi wanted to do it. He didn’t have the pillowcase, after all.

Instead, he asked if shi knew anything about the big party or the huge doors.

“Well,” Zephyr began, gesturing animatedly as shi barfed out exposition, “as far as anybody knows, the doors have totally always been there, and they never open. The Authorities and the folks in charge of the authorities live down there right next to it, and some people totally say that it’s to guard them or something, which is crazy if you think about it, because the doors are seriously bigger than fucking...” she gestures more wildly, unable to come up with a sufficiently crude yet accurate metaphor, “uh, fucking anything! So yeah. I was not nearly cool enough to get a gig down at the big party. Those things are like, once every few hundred days or whatever, and you got to be super awesome to even get a service gig or whatever.” Zephyr nudged Pektil with hir elbow and winked, “Plus I heard they have a huge orgy.” Shi nudged him and winked in an even more exaggerated fashion, “like, the absolutely craziest orgy ever.” Shi sighed and winked dreamily, obviously lost in hir crazy orgy fantasy.

It was getting pretty late, but Pektil didn’t really have to leave right now if he didn’t want to. He was supposed to go to those magic stores before he went to sleep, and he didn’t know if he should follow that other courier or ask her anything or what.
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No. 600685 ID: 4a20fa

>>600681
Well you kind of started the process of leaving, so you could head out to the magic stores and make general passing pleasantries at the other courier on your way, if she's still milling around out there.
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No. 600824 ID: b251f2
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No. 600836 ID: 7c4129

Yeah, don't get in, like, a deep conversation with that house lady. Just kind of nod as you pass, like a secret agent..let her make the first move.

Hey, while you're out at the magic shops there's no reason you couldn't, like, SHOP for a big pillowcase? So what do you want on it? Don't think Sommer, don't think Sommer, that would be really weird.
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No. 601509 ID: 70da59

>>600681
>Leave
While staying with a friend is fun, you've things to do! Definitely tell hir, that you'have to do this again some time, though. Maybe once there are no pressing obligations, if shi knows what you mean. You mean pressing urgent important stuff, is what you mean.
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No. 603186 ID: e654d6

If this person was a spy delivering us a secret package we shouldn't get involved with them anymore. You have no good reason to go talk to her. I guess no good reason to HIDE from her as you leave, either.

But yeah, call it a night and go home, but tell Zephyr you had a great time and you should hang out again sometime when things clear up for you.
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