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990619 No. 990619 ID: 07b0f1

Chapter 13
+18 Adult content

First thread: https://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/860238.html
Wiki: https://tgchan.org/wiki/Moot_Point
Previous chapter https://questden.org/kusaba/quest/res/978484.html
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No. 990620 ID: 094652

Myeees?
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No. 990621 ID: 07b0f1
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In the small space between spaces, Delilah seems too big to be contained. The healer’s body sinks into the sheets, dragging Gabe closer like a gravity well. The two of them cuddle together, freed from their clothing, exchanging soft touches and kisses.
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filling the space is the soft patter of rain, muffled as if by distance. Occasionally there’s a quiet rumble from thunder in the mortal plane.

“Huh, I didn’t know you could hear the outside from in here.”

“Its weird, right?” Gabe shrugs, “I never noticed while we were in Vivian’s place, but I suppose we were usually too busy.”
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No. 990630 ID: 908530

>>990622
Heavy rain always makes me want to bundle up on the couch and eat pumpkin bread.
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No. 990632 ID: b1b4f3

What kinda stuff you got in here?
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No. 990641 ID: fa2754

It's so peaceful. Like being even safer from the weather and cold. Love that feeling.
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No. 990663 ID: 651ae0

This is honestly wonderful. You two picked a great place and time to relax.
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No. 990671 ID: 9fad0d

>>990622
Time to enjoy the softness of this space and of each other, then.

First page and they're already stripped, I wonder if you can go the whole chapter without drawing a single shred of clothes on anyone...
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No. 990672 ID: cdabe3

> but I suppose we were usually too busy

oh ho ho, busy with what, gabe? >:3
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No. 990692 ID: 2453fd

>>990622
Wow, Gabe you live the actual best life.
You two snuggle up, listen to the storm for a bit and bask in the comfy.
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No. 990731 ID: a9af05

You managed to survive Delilah destroying your pelvis. Do you feel sore at all?
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No. 990901 ID: 07b0f1
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“Heh, I’ll show you busy.” Del grins and runs a hand up his thigh.

“You were just kidding about the ‘fuck my bones to dust’ thing, right?”

“You know what it is I like about you, Gabe?” Delilah asks in a low voice.
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No. 990902 ID: e7848c

Your perceptiveness? Your quick wit? Willingness to have fun? ... The squeaks when getting fucked silly?
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No. 990985 ID: ecb66f

>>990901
Oh I'm sure it'll be something different, but the fact you're excited by that thought probably helps
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No. 990997 ID: f8fa51

"My eagerness to please?"
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No. 991010 ID: ecd116

is it the heart to do good/the right thing? like helping people from mortals/ordinary living beings to spirits/ghosts and everything in between? especially when picking diplomacy/talking within reason over attacking/exorcising the undead/spirits the first chance you get.
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No. 991222 ID: 5a788d

My extraordinarily resilient bones?
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No. 991291 ID: 07b0f1
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“My charm? My wit?” Gabe smirks, “My dick?”

The poodle chuckles, “Well, yeah. But also, you’re fun. And sweet. You make me feel loved.”

“Aw, Del.” The mouse blushes, completely disarmed by her honesty. “I do love you. You’re so incredible, and beautiful.”

The sheets thump as Delilah’s tail wags heavily against them. She pulls him close for another kiss. “And its more than that. For a lot of people I’ve been with: when we have sex, they think what I want is for someone to go as hard and as long as they can.”

“Mmm hmm.” Gabe nods, recalling the marathon beneath the mountain and piles of exhausted kobolds.
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No. 991292 ID: 07b0f1
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“That’s fun and all, but not really satisfying. When we’re together, you’re so sweet, and gentile and always give me exactly what I need.”

“Mmm, what do you need right now?” Gabe’s fingers trace her curves, seeking out those desire
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No. 991297 ID: 651ae0

Kiss for like 15 solid seconds. Tenderness is good!
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No. 991303 ID: e7848c

Some of that sweet, slow love? The kind that leaves you glowing before, during, and after?
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No. 991348 ID: b1b4f3

Tantric sex?
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No. 991405 ID: 160e71

Kiss her breasts, tenderly
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No. 991532 ID: 07b0f1
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Delilah rolls over and pulls him with her, giving him access to everything. “For you to make love to me: sweet and slow." Beneath her lavender bangs, the poodle blushes.
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No. 991533 ID: 07b0f1
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Gabe winks knowingly and slides away between her legs. Along his route, he makes sure to leave a trail of kisses along toned muscles.

His fingers trace the edges of her vulva as he hones in on his target. Gabe spreads her slightly, giving his tongue space to work and dives in. He closes his eyes works by feel, sucking and lapping at her folds with practiced ease. The healer’s hips hitch and buck with each pass of his tongue, surrendering their nectar to his dedication.

“Yeah. Ahhh...” Delilah flops back against the cushions and rests her hand on Gabe’s head. She relaxes as gentle waves of pleasure ripple back and forth through her, building until she’s writhing in place.

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No. 991542 ID: e7848c

Some head scritches as thanks would be appreciated. Maybe some ear rubs? Keep riding those waves, Del.
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No. 991685 ID: 07b0f1
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Gabe feels her hand on his head, rubbing affectionately to keep him in place. Her touch grazes the edge of his ear and the effect is electric. Unable to control himself, the mouse moans happily into her pussy, trying to keep pace but suddenly very distracted.

“You like that?” Delilah asks, grinning as he shudders and groans.

“MMm-hmm!” The mouse finally comes up for air, panting as her fluids drip off his chin. “F-u-uuck, Del! Keep going!” His tail lashes back and forth in the confined space.

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He pumps his free hand around his cock, finding it already painfully hard and leaking clear pre-cum.

“Didn’t know you had a thing for ears.” Del giggles, “You look ready to burst already.” She tugs on his ear, pulling Gabe closer. “Get on up here. I want that first load inside me, cutie.”

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No. 991687 ID: cdabe3

Get on up in there, Gabe!

Be sure to keep rubbing his ears as long as you can, Delilah. :3
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No. 991691 ID: 651ae0

Think about nuzzling her neck a little, she seems like she'd enjoy kisses there if she's into everything being all tender.
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No. 991692 ID: e7848c

>>991686
Oh hell yeah. Love her on the way up and focus on the neck. A little love nibble wouldn't be a bad idea.
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No. 991851 ID: 07b0f1
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Gabe follows the gentle tug on his ear, tracing kisses across her curves on his way. The panting mouse lines himself up and slips past her lips. He teases her opening with short, shallow pumps. Already on edge, he knows he’ll cum the moment he sinks inside, and moans a warning. “Ah! Del! Gonna-“
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No. 991852 ID: cdabe3

Wrap your legs around him and rub both ears, Delilah!

Give her all ya got, Gabe!
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No. 991853 ID: cdabe3

Wrap your legs around him and rub both ears, Delilah!

Give her all ya got, Gabe!
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No. 991854 ID: fa2754

>>991851
Right out the gates, get the premium lube going. After all, she can get your engine going again.
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No. 992025 ID: 86aaf2

Nah, pace yourself! Vary the speed and motions and such!
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No. 992066 ID: 07b0f1
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“Cum? Don’t hold out on me.” Delilah’s legs pull him flush with her body and the mouse squeaks with surprise.

Fully encompassed by her warmth, Gabe shudders and bucks, feeling himself emptying himself into her. “Fuck! Ah! Ahhh!” He hangs on gamely while she toys with his ear, the stimulation raising fur along his spine like little lightning bolts of pleasure.

Del rolls her hips, savoring the slick shudders within her and grins at her partner. “Woah, that really did it for you, didn’t it?”

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No. 992067 ID: 07b0f1
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“Ah- no fair!” Gabe pants, feeling as if his bones have been jellied. “I thought I’m supposed to be pleasing you!”

“There’s plenty of time for that. I’m sure you’re still up for it.” She lets her magic pour into his body. His flagging erection stiffens inside her, and he thrusts up with renewed vigor. “Show me what you’ve got, little mousey.”

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No. 992068 ID: e7848c

You have that post nut clarity, a generous reinvigoration and a drive to please. Use all that to read what she wants and how to give it to her. After all, you got her all warmed up.
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No. 992073 ID: b1b4f3

>>992067
Time to do some worship.
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No. 992130 ID: 9fad0d

>>992067
I wonder if going the next round having at it in the rain would do anything for her...
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No. 992668 ID: 07b0f1
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“Oh, you’re in for it now...” Gabe leans forward, grinding into her slowly. Having to stretch to reach her ear, he mutters to her, “Aren’t you, Good Girl?”
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No. 992669 ID: 07b0f1
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“Ah!” Del blushes, bucking her hips up at him. The sudden shift in angle sends him in deeper, striking the bundled nerves of her G spot. She yips happily at the intrusion as he continues to thrust into her. His movements are smooth and precise; letting her writhe on his dick as he lets her feel the push and pull.

“That’s a fun sound!” Gabe teases, “Not so tough now, are we? Is that good?”

“Oh fuck, Gabe!” Delilah grips the mattress and arches her back. Her legs shiver as each pump of Gabe’s cock gets her wetter.

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No. 992683 ID: e7848c

My, how the turntables have turned.
She has to earn this though. Keep at it.
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No. 992691 ID: 651ae0

You're at the right angle for it, why not give her breasts some love too?
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No. 992693 ID: b1b4f3

Don't forget to look in her eyes.
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No. 992828 ID: 07b0f1
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“That’s it. Hold it there for me.” He changes his movements: adding a little bit of power to the end of each thrust. The tiny pocket dimension is filled with the slow slap-slap-slap of his balls against Delilah’s thighs as she gasps along with each thrust. He feels the muscles in her stomach tighten like steel wire and tells her, “Thaat’s goooood. Feel that? Is my good girl getting close?”

“Mmmhp don’t stop. Right there.” Her voice is terse, riding the edge of orgasm already. “Please. Yeah.”

“Such a good girl, asking nicely.” Gabe teases. The mouse braces himself, doing his best to strike the exact same spot. Panting but keeping an even pace, he tells her, “You deserve a treat.” Gabe rewards her by tracing his thumb down to grind into her clit.

Her breath hitches and whimpers, a certain slickness to her passage telling Gabe of his success. Ever proud of himself, he grins at her and asks, “Did my good girl cum?”

The healer blushes and gasps, her muscles shuddering from the quick climax. “Ah- mmhmm!” She nods back at him, “Ah! L-lets change position, okay?”

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No. 992901 ID: fa2754

Of course, she's earned it after all.
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No. 993241 ID: 07b0f1
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Gabe pulls out and pumps an idle hand across his shaft to keep it ready. “You want it from behind?”

Delilah smiles and rolls over for him, her tail wagging excitedly.

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No. 993242 ID: 07b0f1
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“Aww, look at that tail! Is someone happy to get fucked?” Gabe gushes in a ridiculous tone.

“Now you’re -nnh, pushing it, mister.” Del smirks back at him as he slips back inside.

The mouse starts thumping gently against her hips, his pace even and casual. “I know, its just hard to resist when you get excited.” He leans back to admire the Delilah’s powerful body bent over before him. “Ooh, reminds me of the first time we did it.”

“Mmmm yeah, in that tiny cave. That was so fun.” Del sighs, letting the mouse work his magic as the aftershocks of her first orgasm tickle her nerves.

“Heheh, I was so skinny and cold from the dive. Lucky thing I had someone beautiful to share some body heat with.” Gabe closes his eyes as the memory of their first meeting comes back to him.

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No. 993247 ID: 3ed3c3

Remember that you rubbed her belly as you fucked her in that cave.
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No. 993258 ID: e7848c

And she built him up since then. Won't you show her that you can take that stamina she gave you and use that to work her over the right way?
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No. 993750 ID: 07b0f1
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“Heh, you’re not that skinny.” Del smirks from over her shoulder.

Gabe grins back at her, “Thanks to you. I’ve definitely had to put in some work just to keep up.”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you show me a little?”

“Like this?” The mouse braces himself and speeds up; his tail snaking into a sine wave as he bends over and starts to really ride her. “How’s- hah- that?”

Delilah nods, feeling herself driven slightly into the mattress by the increased force. “Yeah! That’s it! Keep it up!”

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No. 993751 ID: 07b0f1
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However, after a while Gabe’s pace begins to falter, in spite of his improved stamina. Doggedly, he drives himself onward, the slap-slap-slap of his hips almost mechanical in rhythm.

Delilah takes a peek back at him and asks, “You doing alright back there?”

“Hah- yah. M’ okay-“ Gabe pants. His ears droop a bit, feeling each thrust take a little more from his reserves.

“Want me to take over for a bit?”

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No. 993830 ID: fa2754

Tag out! That's what teammates do
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No. 993937 ID: 07b0f1
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Gabe nods and withdraws. He flops out tail first onto the mattress and mutters something along the lines of “good gurl.”

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No. 993938 ID: 07b0f1
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He finds himself eclipsed as Delilah climbs into position. Straddling his waist, she carefully lowers herself onto his dripping shaft.

“Ah-oh!” Gabe gasps as he feels himself slip somewhere unexpected. “Woah...”

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No. 993946 ID: cdabe3

oh ho ho, time to stuff her butt :D
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No. 993973 ID: fa2754

Oh gosh. Between those toned glutes..
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No. 994350 ID: 07b0f1
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“Mmm, yeah. Get in there...” Delilah grunts as the head of Gabe’s shaft pushes past the ring of muscle around her tail hole. Balancing on the balls of her heels, she guides him in, carefully taking every inch of his cock.

“Spite me, Del...” Gabe looks on in amazement. He thrusts experimentally, feeling her powerful, toned glutes envelop his shaft in warmth.

“Been, ah- wanting to try this with you for a while.” She rolls her hips experimentally, feeling his length shift inside her. “I figured you’d be a good fit.”

She leans back, arching her back like a bow. She bobs up and down on her heels and hears the mouse moan approvingly. “Like that? Come on don’t let me do all the work, cutie.”

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No. 994364 ID: fa2754

It's an equal effort! Do your share!
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No. 994466 ID: 9a2966

Start bumpin', fella.
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No. 994541 ID: 07b0f1
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From his position on his back, Gabe reaches up, lending his fingers to the task of pleasing Delilah as her hips dip and flex. She moans as his fingers trace her folds and tease her clit. He’s treated to an amazing show as the big pup rides his shaft, panting as she slaps against his hips. Her powerful muscles clenching and massaging his cock with every movement, keeping him right on edge.

“Fates, Del...” Gabe closes his eyes, savoring the tight push and pull, “you might have the finest ass I’ve ever fucked.”

She laughs between pants, “Really? Hah- I’m sure that’s a pretty -ah- big list.”

“Mmm- not as big as you’d think. I’m usually a bottom when it comes to- ahh- this stuff.”

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No. 994543 ID: cdabe3

Time to be a power bottom, Gabe! Er, I think that’s the right term here, anyways. Go to town on her :D
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No. 994986 ID: 07b0f1
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“Oof, hah-“ Delilah huffs, working her core in a continuous up and down.

“Doing alright up there?”

She nods, but responds in a strained voice, “Yeah. This position’s a lotta work though. Hang on.”

Delilah flops backwards, pulling the mouse with her.
Curling close to him, she reaches beneath him and traces a finger down towards his ass. “You like to bottom, huh? I can work with that.”

“Huh?” Gabe turns to look as her touch homes in on the bare patch of skin beneath his tail. His voice cracks as a rising moan slips between his lips, feeling himself spread slowly around a single finger. The digit curls inside of him, applying pressure to sensitive bundles of nerves. “Fffff-Uuhuchk!” He utters.

“Good?”

His eyelids flutter and he wriggles in her grip. Wrapped around her finger, the mouse goes slackjawed as she pulls him up into her. “Sp-ite me! Ah!”

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No. 994999 ID: 1a5633

Good, now, put your face between her boobs, they are there for something.
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No. 995016 ID: fa2754

Don't lose focus!
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No. 995117 ID: 07b0f1
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Determined to hang on, Gabe grinds into her; feeling his dick twitching urgently. Held face to face with Delilah’s breasts, he takes the opportunity to lavish them with attention: tracing kisses and nibbles across her curves.

“Yah! That’s it!” She pants. With one hand she keeps the pace, driving Gabe up and into her in a satisfying rhythm. The push and pull inside her grows tighter, his cock swelling as it inches closer and closer to coming.

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No. 995118 ID: 07b0f1
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As his hot shaft pounds away at her opening, the healer feels her own orgasm building. Delilah give a little twist of her finger and her partner moans around a mouthful of her nipple. “Fuck that’s good. You getting close down there?”

“MMh!” He responds and nods, diligently sucking at her breast. His lips break their tight seal and he moans, “M’ really close!”

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No. 995119 ID: e7848c

Maintaining rhythm is critical. Get her past that home plate, Gabe.
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No. 995273 ID: 07b0f1
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“Same here. Hang on, okay?” The pumping thrusts pick up speed. Gabe slap-slap-slap’s against Delilah’s ass as she gets them really fucking.

“Ah! Del!” Gabe clutches his partner as he feels the crest building.

“Huff- almost there!” She pants, feeling his slickness leak beneath her tail. “Help me get -hah- there!”

Mouse feet scrabble for purchase on the mattress as Gabe lends his efforts to Delilah’s final push. He feels her finger inching its way inward with the frenzied thrusting, until its pressed against that hot bundle of nerves at the base of his cock.

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No. 995274 ID: 07b0f1
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Gabe feels his body finally surrender; cum rushing through his narrow channel, exploding out to paint Delilah’s cavities white.

“Yeah- yeah! Good girrrl!” He seethes beween gritted teeth. “Good girrrrrl! Ah! So good!” His body shivers, trying to bury its load as deep as possible.

Feeling herself filling up, Delilah lets go. The built up satisfaction crests over her like a wave as her sweet mouse showers orgasmic praise on her like a mantra. Gabe’s shaft jumps and twitches inside her; her hand holding him in place so that every drop finds its way home inside her. “F-uuck! OoohHH!” She howls as climax blooms within her.

Delilah’s muscles lock up around the mouse like steel cable shivering under tension. Gabe feels her wetness splash against him while her ass milks his cock dry; her finger blurring as she furiously massages his prostate. In the blissful fog of his mind, he hangs on to her like an anchor, his mumbling praise spilling out of him on a loop. “Good girlll, good girlll, good girlll.”


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No. 995293 ID: 241d38

Hell yeah
She's a good girl and you're a great lover. Take pride in that. Enjoy that afterglow. Feel that pressure on your junk.
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No. 995479 ID: 07b0f1
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The last of Gabe’s strength fades and he flops forward panting. His heart pounds in his ears as endorphins rush through his body, triggering a haze of pure bliss wherever they touch. For a long while, they lay against each other, just letting one another breathe.

“Hah- you okay?” Delilah asks. Her voice is airy and happy.

The mouse looks up at her from between the curve of her breasts and gives a weak thumbs up. “Fu—uuck...”

“That wasn’t too much, was it?”

Gabe chuckles. “Heh, what happened to making love ‘sweet and slow’?”

Her chest rumbles as she giggles back at him. “I know. But you’re too much fun to toy with.”

“Heh heh, just don’t go breaking your toys.”

Delilah sighs and lays back, watching the little runes demarcating the pocket dimension circle by. “Sure thing, heh. Was it good?”

“Fuckin Fates, yeah.” Gabe moans dreamily. “You can do that whenever you like. Just don’t expect me to last real long when you do.”

“Mmm, maybe I’ll just keep you going with a little mana. I’m a bit curious about how long I can keep you cumming.” She grins, her canines peaking just below her lips as she eyes her new squeak toy.

Gabe stammers, his face going red at the thought.

“You’re so cute when I get you flustered.” She chuckles again and sighs. “Hey. Thanks for tonight...”

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No. 995480 ID: cdabe3

Wait hold up, what was that about endurance cumming?

:3
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No. 995481 ID: e7848c

Kiss her you fool
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No. 995539 ID: 651ae0

Tell her, Gabe. Tell her how much she really means to you.
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No. 995558 ID: 3d5d68

kiss, cuddle, bask
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“ Mmm, thank you.” He gasps, feeling himself finally slip free, leaving behind a few leaked traces of cum. The mouse pulls himself closer to her and sighs, “Del, you’re so incredible. I think I love you...”

Her fingertips trace along his spine and she says, “I know you do. I think I love you too, Gabe.” Her voice is warm and a little bittersweet.

Gabe cocks his head, making a curious sound and she continues. “You love a lot of people, don’t you?”

A flurry of emotions flicker across Gabe’s face, worry, embarrassment, guilt. “I- I- well-“

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Delilah wraps both arms around him in a hug. “I really admire it: you have a lot of love to give for everyone around you.” She sighs and chuckles.

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No. 995875 ID: c48caa

A lover is not the same the as someone you love. Del is.. more than that. You know that.
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No. 995877 ID: 1a8a7f

>>995868
Maybe she’d feel better about your love situation if she was more...included? It’s never too late to try something new, Del. Or someone new. You promise not to be more than appropriately jelly! Especially if you can watch. Or participate.

But if orgies aren’t her thing, if she’d like ol’ Gabe steady and sole...

...you’d have to think. You wouldn’t begrudge her asking, mind.
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No. 995890 ID: 6c85e8

There's something to be said to wanting to be the sun to everyone you care about. A small bundle of infinite love, shining on everyone it can wrap its rays around.
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“I- I guess so. I don’t think this is the same though, right?” Gabe pauses, unused to such self reflection.

Delilah thinks about her answer, “That’s up to you. Honestly, I think you love everyone differently.”

“Does it bother you at all? That I have other partners and... stuff?” His front teeth nibble anxiously at his lip.

She shrugs, “I don’t think so. I’m really happy with what we have together, Gabe.”

“If you want, we could hang out more with Kol and Casey.” He suggests.

“Mmm, that sounds fun. I wouldn’t mind getting to see them more.” She sighs, settling back to rest.

Around them the constant, muted sounds of the downpour offer a distant, relaxing roar.

“Man, its really coming down out there.” Delilah remarks.

Somewhere nearby, thunder splits the sky with a furious sound.
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No. 996253 ID: 07b0f1
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996253

“Woah, did you hear that? That was a big one.”
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No. 996262 ID: b1b4f3

Who is that? Are they falling? Might want to make sure they're ok.
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No. 996276 ID: c48caa

Cuddle close and watch the skies. Enjoy the sounds.
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No. 996288 ID: 6c85e8

Did anything get struck by lightning?

Also you're cool with doing heroism in the rain naked, right? Sure you are.
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No. 996541 ID: 07b0f1
File 161862445149.png - (114.12KB , 700x500 , 13-34.png )
996541

Gabe cuddles up close to Delilah and lays back, looking up at the cozy space between worlds. “Yeah sounds like it was close too. Glad we’re not out there.”

He blinks. There’s a dark shape behind his glowing runes, indistinct but growing. “What... the?”
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No. 996542 ID: 07b0f1
File 161862445668.png - (236.89KB , 500x700 , 13-35.png )
996542

Suddenly something comes crashing through the boundary of his pocket dimension, landing in a wet heap with a thump. Delilah and Gabe pull their bodies away just as it lands and huddle together naked and startled at one end of the mattress.

Parts of it are smoking and smelling of burnt feathers, with limbs splayed out like a broken marionette. Frazzled wings try to fold themselves in as the strange creature groans.
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No. 996543 ID: 07b0f1
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996543

“What the blazing lichfire...” Gabe looks back up at the boundary of his spell space. The runes enclosing the pocket dimension quickly knit themselves back together, but not before something long and hard comes spinning out of the void clocking the mouse on the head.

“AH FUCK!” he rubs angrily at his bruised skull and glowers.
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No. 996544 ID: 36784c

>>996542
>Parts of it are smoking and smelling of burnt feathers, with limbs splayed out like a broken marionette. Frazzled wings try to fold themselves in as the strange creature groans.
This person has been struck by lightning! Delilah, heal them!

>>996543
Looks like a scroll. Perhaps this person is a messenger?
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No. 996545 ID: b1b4f3

How is it even possible for something to just fall into your pocket space?
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No. 996560 ID: c48caa

They're alive at least. Del, got any heals left?
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No. 996561 ID: f8fa51

Ah, the dichotomy of the unconscious person with writing. Reading it would be violating their privacy, but it could also contain something that might help them. If they can be healed readily, you definitely don't need to read it. If they can't, you might need to think about it.
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No. 996563 ID: 6c85e8

Please heal them? (And then Gabe after that's settled?)

Sheesh, ouch. Focus on stabilizing them. You can read their mail later.
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No. 996610 ID: 028f23

Thank god the poor bastard had some cushions to land on.
You lot really are like lightning rods for cryptic nonsense, aren'tcha? Ah well, the adventurer's life!
Duty calls, this sad sap's been struck silly by thousands of volts and thousands of feet. Not to rush you or anything, but if he doesn't get medical attention soon his condition will only worsen.
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No. 996721 ID: 3ce5d7

It's imperative that you not try to move them. Open a gate to whatever you have that's like a hospital and bring doctors into your space, or open a gate under them right on the surface of somewhere else and move the gate over him to move the
through. The faster you are, the better their chances are.
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No. 996766 ID: 3ebd99

>>996543
wait, how did that even happen, aren't you meant to be enclosed!?

but yeah dang uh, make sure your new guest isn't dying or anything.
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No. 996969 ID: 07b0f1
File 161888021695.png - (188.94KB , 700x700 , 13-37.png )
996969

The walls of the pocket space reseal themselves and Gabe, still rubbing his head, turns his attention back to the intruder. “Hey! Uh... you okay?”

The figure stirs, lifting its head. A pair of wings positioned where one would normally find ears begin to shrink and fold back, revealing a streak of burned skin and fur along one side of thier face.

“Shit, hang on.” Delilah shuffles forward, unafraid and ready to render aid. She places a hand on the injury and begins pouring mana into it, coaxing the flesh to heal. “What happened? Did lightning do this?”

Gabe sits up, “Yeah I’ve got roughly, like, a million questions. Number one: how’d you get in here?”
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No. 996970 ID: 07b0f1
File 161888022242.png - (128.91KB , 700x350 , 13-38.png )
996970

“Gabe I don’t know if they’re in any shape to answer.” Delilah does a quick visual assessment of her patient, who she guesses to be a fey of some kind. Their limbs are spindly and light, having taken the brunt of the fall remarkably well. Their only concession to modesty seems to be an extremely long scroll wrapped around their body, which appears scorched in some places and covered with looping, indecipherable script. The burns trail down the victim’s neck and arm, ending along one hand.

“I guess, yeah. But, like, still! I didn’t know anyone could just... barge right in here! I thought this was a- ya know- private place.” He folds his arms, feeling unsettled by the sudden arrival.

“Wh-where am I?” The visitor asks. Its voice is airy and languid, with an accent normally associated with the deep feywild. They try to sit up but find their arms unwilling to cooperate, and instead roll over on their side.
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No. 996971 ID: cdabe3

answer their questions and gently see if you can roll them into a more comfortable position. oh! check their neck and head for any breaks or bulges to make sure they weren't seriously hurt before moving them. is gabe able to portal some water or something for them? maybe a blanket?
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No. 996984 ID: b1b4f3

>>996970
Pocket space. Who are you, some kind of messenger?
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No. 997004 ID: 6c85e8

Mortal city, in a magic bubble. You fell in from above unexpectedly. We think you got hit by lightning.
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No. 997016 ID: c48caa

Ask Del what she needs to properly take care of this sudden guest
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No. 997030 ID: 9a2966

>Where am
"Safe and alive, miraculously enough, near Moot Point. And once more I'm happy I took Vivan's suggestion to create a pocket space containing nothing but a mountain of pillows as literally as I could."
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No. 997086 ID: 07b0f1
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997086

“Uh, I don’t know what you’d call it. A kind of personal space-bubble.” Gabe shrugs.

They blink their non-injured eye, “A fey space? But you’re mortals... right? I didn’t think any of you knew about the in-between.”

“Well you’re lucky you landed here, since its just some pillows and a mattress. Who are you? What were you doing flying around in a storm like that?” Delilah asks.

The winged figure pushes themself up on shaky arms. “My- my name is Litany. I am angel of the court of the reflected sky.”

“Angel...” Gabe flicks through his limited knowledge of fey culture. “Case mentioned something about them once: you’re some kind of messenger, right?”

“Y-yes.” Litany’s takes several deep breaths, and allows Delilah to steady them. “I am... I am a muse. My duty is to bring inspiration from the dream-seer’s of the court to the far realms.”
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No. 997089 ID: f8fa51

"And where are the Far Realms supposed to be?"
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No. 997091 ID: b1b4f3

Well, hand them the message they dropped, and offer to help them get to their destination, since you're a Sender.
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No. 997130 ID: 86aaf2

We should get you some medical attention first, then maybe some help with your mission.
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No. 997133 ID: ab33cc

>>997086
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
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No. 997134 ID: 86aaf2

Oh gawd. Seriously? I get it, tradition and the honor of our ancestors dictates we must use that line, but she obviously IS hurt, so maybe preface it or something?
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No. 997212 ID: 6c85e8

Look, you're obviously in need of assistance. Let's get you some more care, and we can talk about helping you with your mission too.
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No. 997276 ID: c48caa

Well their introduction into your space was certainly inspiring. But you're pretty sure that's not how it works.
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No. 997329 ID: 07b0f1
File 161914382156.png - (124.78KB , 500x700 , 13-40.png )
997329

“Inspiration? Like a scroll or something? I think it fell around here somewhere...” Gabe shuffles around, lifting pillows and searching under the mattress for the lost message. “Uh, hang on... where is it?” he mutters, unable to find it, despite the small space.
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No. 997330 ID: 07b0f1
File 161914384430.png - (214.98KB , 700x500 , 13-41.png )
997330

“Gabe, can we look for that later? First things first, we should get get back to my house. I was to put some dressings on these burns before they get infected.” Delilah slips her arms under the fallen angel and lifts them gently. “There’s only so much I can do with just aura healing.”

The sender quickly wraps his sash around him in an attempt at modesty, before making a few passes with his hands: mentally focusing on a beacon placed months ago. He opens the crimson iris out onto a stormy plain, just a few meters from Delilah’s cottage.
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No. 997331 ID: 07b0f1
File 161914386670.png - (203.89KB , 700x500 , 13-42.png )
997331

The pair of them dash out into the rain and into the shelter of her home. Delilah lays Litany out on a rather beaten up couch, and puts on a robe as she bustles around, looking for medical supplies. “Sorry its a bit of a mess in here.”

“Nah, its fine.” Gabe remarks, looking around at the decor. “Just never been inside your place before.” The healer’s cottage is a mix of the eclectic and unexpected. One corner seems to be set aside to store a set of ludicrously heavy weights. A set of glass fronted cabinets full of scrolls and books on medicine and health occupies the space next to it. A slim bed, heavily indented from years of use sits unmade next to the window.
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No. 997333 ID: c48caa

Ask how you can help. Clear space for her to work if you can.
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No. 997346 ID: cdabe3

>>997333
This. We can explore with Delilah later after the burns are treated
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No. 997349 ID: 6c85e8

Pretty painting. Admire it later, though. Just try to clear away some space for her without breaking stuff.
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No. 997354 ID: 6c227a

oh heck, that inspiration was totally delivered to Gabe's head, wasn't it?
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No. 997361 ID: f8fa51

>>997354
Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. No use worrying about it right now though.
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No. 997461 ID: 07b0f1
File 161922942728.png - (91.05KB , 500x700 , 13-43.png )
997461

“I didn’t know you paint!” Gabe eyes an unfinished work on an easel.

Delilah looks up, “Wha? Oh, yeah. I’m... not really good at it.”

“Hey, you’re better than me.” He shrugs. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Uhhh, yeah actually. Can you put some water on to boil? And there’s some bandages in that cabinet there.”

Gabe hums to himself as he rummages through Delilah’s medical supplies. He pulls out a few rolls of bandages, which he lays out next to Litany. The angel looks on with interest, taking in every aspect of the mortal household with a discerning eye.
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No. 997462 ID: 07b0f1
File 161922945129.png - (202.66KB , 700x685 , 13-44.png )
997462

Delilah sits down next to the angel and opens up a container of translucent gel. “This is going to hurt, like a lot, but should help you heal.” She begins spreading the ointment along the long, charred scar and Litany groans in response.

“I know. Hang in there, okay?” Delilah says, working quickly to minimize contact with the open wound. “Gabe, I’ve got a magelight on the cabinet over there, can you bring it over?”

Gabe approaches with the small, mana-powered lantern and asks, “Where do you want it?”

“I need you to shine it in his-“

“Uh, their if you will.” Litany interjects.

“Their face.” Delilah finishes. “I want to get a look at that eye.”

The angel squints away from the light with their good eye, while Delilah carefully pulls aside the scorched eyelid. Gabe shudders and looks away before he can see too much.

“Shit... I can’t heal that. Sorry, friend.” Del clicks her tongue and lets the eyelid close. “I don’t know much about fey medicine. Do your people have a way of healing something like that?”

“I suppose its possible. I believe we have ways of creating a facsimile.” Litany sighs, accepting the loss of their eye with angelic detachment. “It is of little concern, however. I really must find that scroll, if possible.”
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No. 997465 ID: 162db5

Well, its either in the bubble or....it went right through and hit the ground, lets hope it didn't get washed away by the rain.
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No. 997470 ID: cdabe3

>>996543
well, it clearly bonked gabe in the noggin, so maybe it's still in the pocket dimension?
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No. 997471 ID: 563489

>>997462
It hit Gabe on the head so... hey uh, no way it got consumed by hitting a person, surely, right?
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No. 997485 ID: e7848c

>>997462
The scroll will be retrieved as soon as we do what we can for them. Let's get them cleaned up.
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No. 997496 ID: b1b4f3

>>997462
Alright if Gabe's done helping Delilah I guess it's time to search the bubble some more.
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No. 997669 ID: c3decd

We need to search where we had the bubble. It fell in it could have just as easily fallen back out.
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No. 997879 ID: 07b0f1
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997879

“Oh! Sure! Hang on...” Gabe opens his personal dimension up and sticks and arm in to root around. He flails about sightlessly, humming to himself as he paws though the pillows in the tiny space.

Frowning, Gabe opens the portal wider and leans inside, rummaging around for the missing item. As he does his humming intensifies, until he’s singing a kind of wordless a capella ramble. “Ba-de dee da-daaa mnah, nah doo-de dee.” He scratches behind an ear, “ I dunno what’s up. It fell in here...”

Delilah holds up a finger, “Uh, Gabe... what’s that song you’re singing?”

“Huh?” Gabe looks up, as if distracted, “I dunno. Stuck in my head, whatever it is.”
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No. 997880 ID: 07b0f1
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997880

“I believe that’s fey pentatonic scale, sung rather badly.” Litany remarks placidly.

“Uh-huh...” Delilah nods slowly. “Litany, this process of delivering inspiration: how exactly does it work?”

“Uh, the most effective manner is to visit the recipient while they slumber and tap the scroll of inspiration to their forehead. The creative work then becomes part of their psyche, merging naturally so that it may be properly expressed.” The angel cocks their head as their feathers fan out.
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No. 997883 ID: cdabe3

... we have some bad news for you
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No. 997884 ID: 3ed3c3

>>997880
Ah.
>>996543
I see.
Litany, I got some good news and some bad news...
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No. 997886 ID: b1b4f3

So uh, is there any way to get the inspiration back out of someone's head afterwards?
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No. 997887 ID: 36784c

>>997880
>tap the scroll of inspiration to their forehead.
Yeah, so good news, we found where your scroll disappeared to. Bad news is that I don't think you're going be able to get it back.
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No. 997900 ID: f8fa51

What was a moment ago but pure speculation now looks a likely explanation. Gabe was struck by inspiration, of that we can be sure, and now you tell us that is how the delivery occurs? Well, delivery complete, though not to the right place. Is it possible to retrieve it?
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No. 997913 ID: 4b6ee2

Well... Someone is inspired.
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No. 997919 ID: 437463

You have been struck with artistic inspiration.
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No. 997923 ID: 6c85e8

Mm. Ok. Theoretically. Can you get another one of those messages?
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No. 997927 ID: 094652

"And how long does it take before the construct can no longer be extracted or copied or neutralized?"
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No. 997937 ID: 2e177b

The guestion Gabe should ask now is: "Do you know how to put menacing spikes on a song?"
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No. 997940 ID: 5bef84

>>997937
Nice dwarf fortress reference.
Also, do it like Stravinsky: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiH3vA7q0jo
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No. 998215 ID: 07b0f1
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998215

“Thaaaaat’s what I was afraid of.” Delilah sighs, “Well, the good news is we know where the scroll is. The bad news is its rattling around in your head, Gabe.”

“You mean when it landed on me...” Gabe rubs at the sore spot on his head. “Spite me sideways.”

Litany looks back and forth between the two mortals, piecing together the conversation and coming to a realization. “Ah. Well... that’s...” They blink, looking visibly more anxious by the moment, “...rather alarming.”

“I don’t wanna be inspired!” Gabe clutches his head as if it could somehow be unscrewed. “Can’t you get it out!?”

Delilah hold out her hands to stop him. “Woaaah, calm down! I’m sure we can think of something.” She turns to the angel, “Is there some way to... I don’t know... uninspire him?”

“I... I don’t know.” Litany stares ahead of themself, ears twitching with a rustle of feathers. “I’ve never encountered anything like this. Its quite against protocol.”

“Crap. Gabe you may need to hang on to that song for a while.”

“Del, what if I forget it!? I barely remember what I had for breakfast! I gotta keep singing! Da da-da daaaa dum bum baaaa.” Gabe sings to himself; folding his ears down and covering them, as if to keep the song from sloshing out of his head.

“Maybe you can write it down?” Delilah suggests.

The mouse frowns, forming a perfect arch of unhappiness, “I don’t know anything about music!”
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No. 998221 ID: 6c85e8

All of you, sing together! Everyone, no improvising! Just keep it up for a bit, three minds are better than one, right?
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No. 998227 ID: 2b3343

If you can sing the song, you can get a musician to transcribe if for you.
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No. 998228 ID: b1b4f3

Ok let's just... contact the other Fey we know. Maybe Vivian knows enough about inspiration... but she's probably busy fucking her new girlfriend. And we know that Caleb is busy having a threesome.

Nixie is probably free?
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No. 998238 ID: e7848c

gluten-free waffles, sir
Hey, why don't we call in a favor from a fav we know has songs in their heart. Let's hit up Caleb. Sure he could come up with something relating to the storm in the sea shanty style using fae pentameter. Casey might want to get in on this too.
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No. 998262 ID: 9a2966

>>998215
But you know MATH, right? You’re a Sender. You do.

So analyse it with math and jot it down with math notation.
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No. 998263 ID: 864e49

>>998215
Vivian! If anyone knows anything about fey music, or magic about, it's her.
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No. 998273 ID: 24f94f

Ya, immediate expert is Viv, she's trusted, call now.

Failing that, this can't be the first time an inspiration failed, too many years gone by for that. What happens in that eventuality, Litany?
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No. 998381 ID: 07b0f1
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998381

“In that case... I think we need to call in an expert.” The healer goes to her bed and shifts it aside. She pries up a floorboard and pulls out a carefully folded silk scarf.

“You two hang tight.” She says and throws the scarf into the air. The fabric catches on some unseen force and drapes itself into a long pair of curtains.
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No. 998382 ID: 07b0f1
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998382

Delilah tugs the cloth aside and steps through into the realm of Vivian’s heart. The healer walks barefoot through the arches and pathways connecting the fey palace, trusting her memory to guide her towards the central chamber.
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No. 998383 ID: 07b0f1
File 161974590098.png - (192.63KB , 700x500 , 13-50.png )
998383

Entering the kitsune’s bedroom, she finds herself before the beautiful four-poster bed, its curtains glowing like a silk lantern. From within giggles are heard as Vivan and Cauldera share some private joy.
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No. 998422 ID: b1b4f3

>>998383
Announce yourself politely, apologize for interrupting, you have a serious problem that needs some Fey expertise.
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No. 998433 ID: 6c85e8

Apologies to the lovely ladies, but it's very true still that you need help, if they'd be willing to offer it.
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No. 998463 ID: c48caa

There's a different kind of song to sing, ladies.
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No. 998554 ID: 07b0f1
File 161983877081.png - (134.99KB , 500x700 , 13-51.png )
998554

“Uh, Vivian?” Delilah calls through the curtain.

The singer’s head pokes past the silk and her expression flickers between annoyance, confusion, and finally recognition. “Delilah?”

“Yeah, sorry to interrupt. Its about Gabe.”

Vivian tilts her head and gives her a wry look. “Come to join us? You didn’t break your mouse did you? I thought you were just teasing the poor boy.”

“No.” Delilah grumbles, “its not that. We ran into a... bit of a problem. We could really use the help of someone with your expertise.”
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No. 998555 ID: 07b0f1
File 161983877804.png - (174.81KB , 700x500 , 13-52.png )
998555

Intrigued, the kitsune climbs out of bed and puts on a robe. “Would you mind staying here? I won’t be long.” She asks Cauldera.

“Mm-hmm, I’ll keep the bed warm.” The phoenix purrs.

“Be back soon, my light.” Vivian bids her adieu with a kiss.
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No. 998556 ID: 07b0f1
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998556

They reemerge from the silk curtain into Delilah’s home. Gabe is sitting, anxiously humming to himself, his eyes squeezed shut to keep from any distraction or influence that might cause him to lose his grip on the song.

Vivian takes one look at the stricken angel and says, “Oh? One of you lot?”

Litany’s un-bandaged eye widens and they mutter a word. It sounds similar to but is not quite “Vivian”, coming across the mortal ears as “Virr’viane”.
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No. 998557 ID: 07b0f1
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998557

“It would behoove you not to use that name again.” She snaps, a slight growl to her voice. “Address me as Vivian, angel.”
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No. 998569 ID: 36784c

>>998557
Let’s explain the situation to Vivian.

Litany made the dumb mistake of flying through a thunderstorm and got struck by lightning. That caused them to fall into Gabe’s pocket dimension while Delilah and Gabe were fucking and they dropped an important scroll of inspiration they were delivering, which bonked Gabe on the head, which transferred a song into Gabe’s head. Now Gabe is desperately trying to remember that song so that it’s not lost, while we try to find a way to get it out of his head, so it can be delivered to who it’s supposed to go to.

Vivian, since you’re an expert on music, we were hoping you could help.
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No. 998572 ID: 6c85e8

De-escalation time!! Definitely calmly explain what happened trying not to insult anybody in the process, and maybe several feet from gabe so he doesn't forget stuff.
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No. 998574 ID: 3ed3c3

>>998557
Litany didn't just drop Viv's True Name, did they? We should try to forget it, anyway.
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No. 998576 ID: f8fa51

Yeah, let's not even comment about the name. It's clearly a touchy subject and no-one's business at all.
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No. 998578 ID: 2e177b

Simply say Gabe was bonked on the head with a scroll of inspiration, and now has a song in his head but lacks the skill to transcribe it.
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No. 998601 ID: 88f6f3

>>998569
Bravo for your excellent summary of current event.
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No. 998604 ID: 77a8ed

>>998574
true name or deadname, in either case nothing to memorize or pay attention to
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No. 998609 ID: c48caa

Oh wow, we see her eyes. Me thinks there's some history here. Let's make this a short as possible then. Give her the rundown.
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No. 998618 ID: a0dfd2

>>998557

Ah. Viv's former name, I imagine, and doubtlessly whatever "true name" she was born under.

Let's just move past this misstep and explain the circumstances before Gabe gives himself an aneurysm.
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No. 998826 ID: 07b0f1
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998826

“My apologies, mistress.” Litany blinks and looks aside, their wings folding close to their head.

Delilah eyes the power dynamic between the two fey and asks, “Everything okay?”

“Just touched a nerve.” Vivian huffs, “Its a very old fashioned way to refer to someone. But then again the courts that still use angels haven’t changed much in the last thousand years. What happened to them?”
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No. 998827 ID: 07b0f1
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998827

Delilah scratches at the back of her neck and shrugs. “Well, Litany here was delivering a message and got struck by lightning. They fell through the ceiling of Gabe’s pocket space and their scroll ended up... inside Gabe’s head. I patched Litany up, but we have no idea what to do from here.”

“Oh my-my-my.” She leans in, “I can’t say I’ve ever heard of anything like this before.”

“We were wondering if you could... well... I dunno, write down the song?” Delilah asks.

“Wouldn’t do any good.” Vivian taps a long, white finger against a long, white tooth. “You’d just have some parchment with some notes on it. What you need is the scroll itself. If your patient fails to deliver their message, the court will brand them a devil. Its all part of their codex of duty.”

“So how do we get the scroll, then?” The healer looks on as Gabe mumbles his strange, musical mantra.

Vivian grins, “Do you remember my performance: A Dream of Two Queens?”
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No. 998830 ID: b1b4f3

>>998827
Of course, it would be hard to forget! Though Gabe was distracted for some of it...
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No. 998836 ID: e7848c

We remember it fondly. A play though? Think the inspiration can be drawn out with that?
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No. 998837 ID: 6c85e8

Lightning is kind of hard to control, especially if someone did something like this deliberately. Branded a devil just for that? This court seems kind of messed up to tell the truth...
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No. 998844 ID: 1518ae

>>998827
Still need to address the issue of who the intended recipient is...
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No. 999056 ID: 028f23

The more we learn about Fey courts, the more they sound like complete shitshows full of entitled ancient dicks.

I guess that goes without saying, though. They aren't just outdated hereditary nobility who spend all day smelling their own farts, they're functionally immortal outdated hereditary nobility. Socializing with them sounds like an absolutely miserable time. Make a note to avoid entangling yourself with arrogant near-perpetual monarchists.

...any more than you already have, that is.
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No. 999060 ID: 07b0f1
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“Sure, though we were kind of distracted. Plus we missed most of the last act.” Delilah admits. “What about it?”

“Its just like in the opera: we enter Gabe’s dreaming mind, hunt down the source of the song and bring it out. Then your friend here can flit away to do their master’s bidding for another day. Does that sound agreeable to you, angel?”

“I- uh-“ The feathered fey looks around, confused about being directly addressed. Litany looks unsure of what to say, as if unused to having someone ask their opinion. “Is that allowed?” They look down at the scroll wrapped around their waist and begin tracing through lines of text, “I must check my codex.”
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No. 999061 ID: 07b0f1
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“Wait, you can really do that? Enter people’s dreams and...search around for whatever you like?” Delilah looks down at Gabe as he focuses intently on remembering. “I thought that was all just part of the opera.”

Vivian shrugs, “Of course! Its a form of magic the fey have used for centuries.”

“Have you ever done this before?”

The kitsune hesitates, “I don’t suppose you count performing it on stage? No? Alright, then no I haven’t. But the magic is very simple, and to be honest, I’ve always kind of wanted to try it.”

“Is it dangerous?” Delilah asks.

“To us? Possibly. There’s really no telling what you can find in someone’s mind, but the most common one is simply getting lost somewhere in the dream and unable to escape.” Viv indicates the mouse as he hums along. “But for Gabe there shouldn’t be any danger.”
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No. 999062 ID: 36784c

>>999061
>“But for Gabe there shouldn’t be any danger.”
Endless portals that never lead you where you want to go. An army of Gabes wanting to have an eternal orgy and never letting you leave. A bunch of really complicated math problems that you have to solve in order to leave.
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No. 999064 ID: b1b4f3

>>999061
Sounds cool.
Could we use this to search a certain uncooperative undead's mind to find out how to translate some runes and operate the machine in the old mana well?
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No. 999065 ID: 6c85e8

Let's talk safety! Is there anyone that you could tell that you're doing this that could potentially help out if worst comes to worst and YOU guys get stuck?
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No. 999087 ID: 36784c

>>999065
This!

And we should also tell Gabe what we’re going to do. Then maybe his subconscious mind will be able to help us not get stuck in his head.
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No. 999137 ID: ce25c4

Is Litany okay? They took that lightning like a champ, but this is all kind of a lot. It feels like it would be a good thing to do to reassure them if we can.
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No. 999149 ID: 094652

Let me guess, we're going to find a evil-twin gender-flipped Gabe and accidentally teach her how to make portals into the real world.
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No. 999196 ID: 07b0f1
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“We should probably figure out some kind of safety then. Is there anyone we can turn to that could come find us, should something go wrong?” Delilah suggests.

Vivian flicks her tail as she thinks. “Hmmm, good point. Do you have a scrying gem anywhere”

Still humming to himself, Gabe reaches out a hand, which disappears into his private dimension. After a moment or two, he pulls out the tiny scrying crystal given to him by Kol.
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“Ah, thank you!” Vivian takes it and concentrates. A bulky figure appears inside the perfect gem, resolving itself to be Caleb.

The kelpie pauses what he was doing and looks up, “Eh? Who’s this?”

“Its Vivian, dear. Sorry to bother you.”

“Bit busy at the moment, Viv.” There’s a needy moan as Kol’s tail whips past Caleb’s face. “Though if you want to watch, I think someone here wouldn’t mind.”
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No. 999201 ID: b1b4f3

>>999197
Not sure who's going to be keeping the scrying crystal and would thus have the opportunity to watch... Depends on how the dream magic works I guess?
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No. 999204 ID: f8fa51

Not that that doesn't sound great, but not the best time. Maybe try someone else?
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No. 999238 ID: 6c85e8

Keep doing what you're doing big guy but if you don't hear back from them in a few hours go get some help at gabe's place, ok?
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No. 999244 ID: c48caa

So.. things are happening.
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No. 999260 ID: a9af05

>>999197
Explain the situation to them so that they can pay attention and help out.

If Vivian can put sex on hold to help out, then they can do the same.
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No. 999305 ID: 07b0f1
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“As fun as that sounds, I’m here to ask a favor.” Vivian chuckles. “Delilah and I need to do a little dive into Gabe’s dreams. If something happens where we get stuck, would you be able to give us a hand?”

The sailor cocks an interested eyebrow but holds back his questions, “Sure thing, Viv. Just send word and I’ll be there.”

“Thank you, love!” Vivian waves at the crystal. “Have a nice night!”
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No. 999306 ID: 07b0f1
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“Good luck dream hunting!” Caleb hauls Kol up by the shoulder and grins, “Give the pretty lady a goodnight, will you lad?”

The mouse blushes and moans through a lacework of semen traced across his whiskers. Loud slaps against a well ridden ass echo through the scrying stone and Kol squeaks on cue for the big sailor. The spell fades and Caleb’s lusty chuckle dissipates like fog as he goes back to fucking Kol senseless.


“Seems like everyone’s having fun tonight.” Delilah observes.

“All the more reason to get back to my own bed.” Vivian nods
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No. 999319 ID: b1b4f3

>>999306
Alright let's get this done.
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No. 999321 ID: e7848c

We'd hate to keep you, so we'll be glad to make this go as fast as possible
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No. 999688 ID: 07b0f1
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“Gabe, come over here, will you?”

The mouse follows her over to Delilah’s bed and sits on the edge.

Vivian bends down to address him and Gabe looks back, still humming. “Delilah, Litany and I are going to enter your dreams and pull out the angel’s scroll. Do you understand?”

The mouse nods.

“If I have your permission, I’m going to put you to sleep now.”

Gabe nods again and goes limp as Vivian taps him on the forehead. She lays him out comfortably inside the sizable divot left by years of Delilah’s use and stands up.

“I didn’t realize you could do that.” Delilah comments. “That’s all it takes?”

The kitsune nods back at her, “Its amazing what you can achieve when you’re given permission. Half of all fey magic is just asking nicely.” Her sharp teeth gleam as she smiles.
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“Litany, are you coming?” Delilah asks the angel.

The fey stands on shaky legs and straightens out the codex scroll wrapped around them. “I- I suppose I shall, since I cannot find any terms that prohibit my participation. Are you sure I won’t be intruding?”

“I’d rather have you here with us, if you don’t mind.” Delilah extends a hand and the angel takes it.
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“Alright hold on.” Vivian takes Delilah’s shoulder and places a hand on Gabe’s head. The world lurches and spins unevenly as they spiral into darkness.
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When they find their feet again, the trio stand and look at the dream around them. Sunlight dabbles their cheeks between a broad canopy of leaves. Pencil thin trees are laid out in neat rows, whispering to one another as a breeze rustles their foliage. In the distance, a large hill rises over the scene, dominated by an imposing and lavish estate.
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No. 999692 ID: 094652

Look for a fallen fruit and study it.
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No. 999693 ID: f8fa51

Approach the estate.
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No. 999694 ID: b1b4f3

>>999691
Looks like Delilah and Vivian got new clothes, but Litany didn't? Some kinda self-image thing?

What's the inspiration going to look like?
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No. 999702 ID: 36784c

>>999691
Head for the estate. If the inspiration is some kind of music, then listen carefully to see if you can hear it.

While we’re walking over there, ask Vivian how exactly can we get lost in here? If there’s any trouble, she should be able to use her spell to transport all of us out, right? Unless we have to something stupid like needing to come back to this exact spot in order to leave.
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No. 999710 ID: 6c85e8

Fruits edible? Or will that erase his memories?
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No. 999711 ID: f8fa51

Look, I don't know the rules here, but one thing I know is that if you don't know better, don't eat anything. Especially the fruit.
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No. 999712 ID: 36784c

>>999702
Oh, also don't do anything stupid like split up. If getting lost is dangerous, then splitting up would lead to someone getting lost faster.
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No. 999715 ID: c48caa

Think this is his childhood home?
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No. 999716 ID: 864e49

>>999691
Gabe was a farm boy.
And Delilah and Vivian's new clothes may be how Gabe remembers/imagines them?
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No. 999739 ID: f58f70

So this chapter is about life story of Gabe. Neat

And we have a new advanture party! Let's see how the new trio work out. One of them is a healer, that's a very good start.
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No. 999755 ID: a0dfd2

>>999691

I always figured he was a simple country boy, but ... this kind of takes it to a new level.
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No. 999838 ID: f9c4f4

Does Litany know how this particular inspiration was captured or produced in the first place? In other words, what is the song about? That may provide some hints.
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No. 1000021 ID: a224a2

Oh my gosh his little smile is the cutest! We might do well to find Gabe in here. My money is on either a bedroom or the barn.
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Litany murmurs, “Where are we?”

Something red falls, landing with a thump on the turf. Delilah picks it up and turns it over in her hand. It’s a rather squat, glossy, red apple.

“Gabe mentioned he grew up around an orchard. This must be it, or at least a memory of it.” Eyeing the lofty manor, she mutters “A bit more palatial than I expected though.”

A youthful giggle whips through the trees like a zephyr: invisible and all around them.

“If this is a memory, maybe we can find him.” Vivian suggests. Her ears twitch this way and that, searching for the source of the sound. “Lets head for that house.”
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The trio make their way through the orchard, finding dodging the occasional falling apple as they travel. At the edge of the tree-line they find their way blocked by a hedge so tall, it seems to loom over them and blot out the sky.

“Huh, didn’t look like that from where we were standing.” Delilah thrusts an arm into the wall of greenery, finding it dense and impassable.

“Be prepared for a bit of dream logic. Its possible that Gabe just remembers this hedge being unnaturally tall.” Vivian plucks a single leaf from the well groomed wall as she thinks.
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No. 1000069 ID: f8fa51

Okay, so the scale means this is probably a childhood memory. Although since it's a memory of where he grew up, that was already likely. Does it tell us anything else?

The laughter. Is it Gabe's or someone else's. Did Gabe grow up with other children and remember the sounds of laughter as being somehow linked to the orchard itself?
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No. 1000071 ID: c48caa

We should track down the voice.
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No. 1000078 ID: b1b4f3

>>1000067
Is there a tree near the hedge we can climb to jump it? Otherwise we're gonna have to look for the proper entrance.
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No. 1000081 ID: 6c85e8

If this was kid gabe, he probably had a way through this other than going around. When did he start making portals? No way that was how he got home, right?
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No. 1000105 ID: 36784c

>>1000067
If this is dream logic, then that means that lofty manor in the distance is actually a normal sized house. It only looked giant for little kid Gabe.

Speaking of which, if you do manage to find him, would you be able to recruit him into helping you get past this hedge?
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Delilah tests her grip on the hedge and wonders aloud, "Maybe we can climb up?"

"Possibly, but maybe there's a way around." Vivian nods to the angel and asks, “Litany, can you fly over and tell us what you see?”

“O-oh! I suppose.” The angel flaps their wings experimentally and pushes off the ground. With a lot of work, they’re able to rise above the orchard, but find themself unable to look over the barrier.

“It seems I cannot reach high enough. However, I saw that there’s another, smaller house and what looks like a barn on this side.”
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No. 1000253 ID: f8fa51

Well, if there's no obvious way to the house, we might as well go to the barn.
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No. 1000273 ID: c48caa

Litany can be our scout. Let's wonder there with them in the air.


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