Always Ascending

[darlingng01]

As I settle into my new form I'm awash with contentment, a giddy appreciation filling me as the goblin saves me from the empty storeroom. As I eagerly await the lovely ass that will make use of me a part of my mind listens closely to what the group is saying, trying to discern any useful information I can through the haze of my chaired form.

[Ordos]

Aw, the goblins just left her here on the shelf!

Wait, that's a good thing.  A very good thing.  Half the reason she focused on this.  They took the keg and seat, err... Gwen and Oric.  With luck, they'll leave them after their fun.  Things could get very bad if they decide their cleric would look good at their lair.  And... what happens to Gwen when she's drunk? 

Tankards can't feel fear, not as tieflings and plant-people can.  There's no circulatory system to thunder, no pulse to quicken.  But Naethra heard another tankard crash down.  Hopefully these things are sturdy.  Hopefully she doesn't have opportunity to find out first hand.

Hopefully someone fills her, maybe makes a toast, fuzzy ale and soft lips and... no, no... try not to focus on that.  Instead Naethra tried to think tactics.  The ambush wouldn't have worked against so large a group.  They'd need to divide and conquer...

Assuming they're ever animate again, of course. 

[Alice]

The serving girl yelps as a goblin pinches her butt. She hurries to the counter and fills Tankard from the regular tap. The ale rests inside fuzzing softly.. the head billowing up around the rim.. The goblin smiles at the drink that is set down in front of her. She takes a long drink.. her lips on the rim feel like a lovers caress. Tactics spring to mind.. Tactics like using the wider base to ensure that the ale doesn't spill even when the table is shaken..

The gnoll smiles and stands up. Holding her beverage. "I certainly hope your not holding out on me Gavin. I'd hate to have to invite you out to the fortress again.." Her rear descends onto the cushion.. Chair needs to make a charisma save..

[darlingng01]

I moan as I'm sat upon, my soft cushion cradling her rear as my attention is briefly drawn away from their conversation and consumed by being the best chair I can be. [Charisma save 10+1=11]

[Alice]

The gnoll party leader, the best source of intelegence settles into her seat.

I moan as I'm sat upon, my soft cushion cradling her rear as my attention is briefly drawn away from their conversation and consumed by being the best chair I can be. [Charisma save 10+1=11]

That brief attention slip extends, and extends, and deepens. For Chair the whole world drops away but supporting the rear on the cushion. the gnoll makes meaningless mouth noises but all that matters is the language of muscles and shifting posstion. The Chair is able to exert itself to shift the cushion to maximize the sitters comfort. At least for as long as it has energy to put into it.

Across the bar the bar maid takes the pink cleaning rag and starts to soak up spilled Ale...

[Ryuforce]

Duran gasps mentally. A rag? A RAG!? She was going for an outfit to blend in yet here she is as a rag that fell on the table and soaking up all this sweet sweet water. Godsi t feels good to get it in her, almost worthy of a moan of pleasure. But just as she thought she can relax, she's picked up by a woman. "Oh no." Duran thought. "This could blow my cover and I need to get the rest of that water.. I mean that can blow my cover."

She tried her best to keep calm. To not think or focus to hard, to not speak. Just want ot make sure under no way she gives herself a way in such a vulnerable form near this Gnoll. That however doesn't help her when she suddenly feels herself placed on a puddle of ale. As if this strange sudden sensation of pleasure and fulfillment for cleaning washing over her isn't enough. Her head starts to spin and feel suddenly light as she absorbed the alcoholic drink. Almost as if she might as drank several glasses of it. All to herself.

[Alice]

The bar maid rings out her rag into a bucket and walks around the bar swinging her hips. She presses the rag onto the dirty table where the gnoll is drinking.. The gnoll sniffs the air a few times and grabs the hand the rag flopping in it.. The gnolls claws barely touching the rag as her nostrils flare.

[Ryuforce]

Such bliss, such pleasure. Being ringed out some how felt like the best sensation of her life as her head continued to spin and twirl about. Everything felt so good and happy until a gnoll's hand slapped down on her.

That's when the fear returned again. But this time it wasn't artificial like the wolf's howl. This time, she feared this. This sensation. She knows she's helpless and the gnoll is right there. Her claws right on the fabric as she seems to be breathing in, hunting. Her fear sobered her up just enough to try not to move. To say anything to even moan a bit from the liquid she's still absorbing. One wrong move, and it coudl be all over. "Aircame guide me...."

[Alice]

The Gnoll lets the barmaid go, "Stay away while I'm here.. I don't want you rushing me.." Duran is able to simply lie still flat... soaking up more spilled ale as a simple rag.. Just be the rag and everything is fine.. She moves away and cleans up some spilled goblin food.. only to dunk the rag into a water bucket wring it out and start cleaning spilled ale and food anew.

[Dichotomy]

Layla blinks... wait, I mean... I blink? I... of course. I smile at the others, "I'm new" I say, finding my own soft voice... surprising for some reason, though I couldn't tell you why. "But I'm not THAT new." as I go about the tasks of gathering the fruit- this one here looks like it would make an excellent pie- Layla, erm... I do like pie.

[Alice]

The woman introduced as Alexander smiles, she is dusky skinned but light haired with a fairly thin body, specially for what has been seen around here. "You do seem to know your fruit, Good, these girls are special without them it would be hard to keep this town going. I hope Gavin doesn't get beaten again.. She takes on so much for us."

 Alma however is the picture perfect farmwife. Stoutly built with wide childbearing hips and an calm look about her, tanned skin and brown hair, she doesn't look like the sharpest knife in the drawer but if the ox died you could hook her to the plough and get through the season, "Thats why she's the mayor.. She can keep us safe." She pats Layla's hand, "and it's good to have you with us." She turns and picks up her fruit bowl and some of Lucious can poke through.. the part that has trouble takeing her eyes off of the saying rear of Alma.

Till Lucious goes back to the back ground leaving those feelings behind with Layla Being on the farm has lots of advantages as Layla watches the two of them move down the row of trees.

[Dichotomy]

My eyes do linger- I've every been one to appreciate beauty wherever I may find it "Alexander... that's a somewhat odd name, is it not?" I ask, genuinely curious "...Beaten? I thought everything was..." I reach reflexively for my book, I always have it on me but... wait, what book? I was going to show them the pearling... "Erm, pearled? Nothing causes damage? I'm sorry if I'm being foolish, I really am new to the area."

[Alice]

Alexander nods, "If it bothers you, Just call me Alex, or Lex." She looks away for a moment before getting a bucket with a long handled dipper, "They are.. THey leave her a moaning mewling mess when they are done... her girls at the Inn have to hold her hands and let her know those feelings aren't real for days.. It turns out too much of the wrong kind of pleasure.." She lets it hang in the air as she hands you the bucket, "here.. go feed the girls here in this section.." You wonder for the just a moment before you realize that it's some form of plant food.

[Ryuforce]

Duran tried and successfully stayed still. Focusing for a moment to being the rag she was trapped as. But as she is picked up and carried over to be ducked in a bucket of water she felt relief. Safe from the Gnoll and just as importantly ready to clean again! This sensation at first surprised Duran but before she could ponder why it felt so good, she wiped up more bits of food and ale, making her head rush again as a pleasurable sense of fulfillment courses though her body.

"Just... gotta.. be the rag..."

[Nihtgenga]

[Voluntary wis save for Retiaria to stay Retiaria: 5+1 = 6]

"Whoah, I feel..." Retiaria's speech was cut off as she fell, landing in the wardrobe. It was... why was it so big? No, wait, she was shrinking! And... collapsing! She stared at her hand, opening her mouth to scream as she saw her skin take on a clothlike texture, and the limb shrink away. But no sound came out. Panties didn't have lungs, or mouths. And that's what she was now. No longer a gladiator, just a pair of red panties lying atop a pile of similar undergarments.

She was panicked at first, but that soon subsided. This wasn't what she was meant to be! She was... it was... what had it been? A fighter? Whatever, that didn't matter now. It was now a pair of panties, and it was going to be a great pair of panties, for whoever chose to wear it! It knew it once had a name, but that wasn't appropriate any more. You wouldn't call a bra a skirt, and you wouldn't call Panties a Retiaria.

It laid there, content in its new state and eagerly awaiting its use. Thankfully it didn't have to wait long, as it soon felt itself being picked up, pulled up over smooth legs to cup her wearer's buttocks. Gods, this felt so good! This... being worn, gently and comfortably squeezing against its wearer's ass and vagina... it was made for this!

After she walked out of the back, Panties felt a pinch, through her to the serving girl's buttock. It wanted to comfort her, to let her know everything would be okay, but all the thin fabric could do was press gently against her and provide a little warmth.