Chapter 135: Thigh Rubs Of Courage
The team had taken Sha’Rona’s invitation to heart and made themselves some exceedingly comfortable in the bunny-kin’s home.
Lula, Penelo and Raikya were in the middle of an increasingly aggressive game of truth, dare and rum shots.
"No way!" Cries Penelo and Raikya as Lula explains, in delightful detail, a particularly complex application of the Pendragon Pelvis Popper that Pip had performed on her back in Nettlehusk.
Penelo and Raikya throw back shots each.
"Gotta try that one next time." Penelo huffs as her throat fills with fire.
"When is ’next time’?" Raikya coughs through her shot of liquid courage, "Pip’s been in there with that bunny woman for two hours."
As if on cue, a sudden shriek tears out of Sha’Rona’s room. Pip appears at the door a moment later, shedding a string of alarmed beeps.
Vuvi and Veena poke their heads up from a map they’ve been discussing over.
"What happened now?" Vuvi asks.
"Dont’t tell me he actually broke her?" Veena follows up.
Sera, already at the door, pokes her head in, chuckles twice then turns away from the room, "The big, bad bunny got a thigh cramp," she says, shaking her head mournfully, "Amatuer."
Moments later, Sha’Rona lay across a table in the center of her own living room, Lula and Penelo at each side, rubbing her thighs vigorously with a mixture of herbal oils.
"Did you forget to stretch first?" Penelo asks, "Warming up before a session is highly advised."
"And don’t forget to take breaks" Lula adds helpfully, "Trust me, I learned that the hard way." she winces, rubbing her lower back.
"You spoke the truth." Sha’Rona says, wincing slightly at the effort, "He might actually be divine. That third orgasm made me feel like a marshmallow full of..."
"Raindows!" Penelo cuts in, finishing her sentence for her. "I know, right. I keep saying that. Nobody ever gets it."
By midnight, Pip sits quietly in a chair, watching the wreckage around him with visible and growing concern.
The table in the center of the room is buried under empty bottles.
Lula, Raikya, and Penelo, on the opposite side of the room, lie in a tangled, naked heap, direct casualties of their game of truth, dare, and rum shots.
Veena and Vuvi lay on a couch made of roots and ferns, snoring into each other’s faces under a shared blanket, a shared puddle of drool growing between them.
Sera and Sha’Rona were still upright, trading shots and swapping stories about their closest brushes with death and what visions they saw from their Pip-powered climaxes.
And Zora had vanished into the village at some point without a word.
Pip gives a small, worried beep.
"Hmph, cute." Sho’Rana chuckles, turning to Pip.
Sera glances over, surveys the carnage around them, and flicks her hand at the wrist, waving him off. "Don’t worry about them, Pip. They’ll all be prim and proper by morning." She jerks her chin toward the door. "Go stretch your legs. Get some air... actually, why don’t you go make sure Zora isn’t embarrassing us somewhere down there."
Pip looks around once more, tilts his head, and decides to go find his lich friend, if only because the alternative is sitting there counting Vuvi’s snores until sunrise, and even his patience has its limits.
Outside, moonlight filters through the treetops in long, shimmering columns, painting the village below in low-lit patches. He spots a bursts of color beaming from a small house carved into a distant tree. He heads for the vine elevator, stares at it for a moment; no visible lever, no handle, or buttons... just a suspiciously innocent-looking vine hanging off the side. He considers his odds of plummeting a hundred feet if he makes a mistake, and simply decides to float down on a column of air instead.
Much less paperwork if something goes wrong.
As he nears the glowing house, he hears Zora’s voice carrying from inside, highly animated and far too theatrical. Pip slowly pokes his head through the doorway to find the lich surrounded by a completely enraptured semi-circle of women, conjuring little glowing shapes of light to illustrate a story about Pip’s conquests, embellishing shamelessly with every sentence he utters.
A wide-eyed mouse-kin spots him first and gasps. "Is that him? The... The Pleasure Prince!?"
Zora, who had decided some glamour magic was due for this event, had the appearance of a dashing elven bard. He spins around, emeral eyes gleaming, dancing with delight. "Ah, perfect timing, my Prince! I was just telling these lovely, lonely... starving... women about your triumph over the Earth Mother and the Baroness." He pats the cushion beside him. "Come, come, sit."
Pip surveys the dozen faces each staring at him with clear, open-faced desire. He decides to take his chances and nervously settles down beside Zora. Before the story can resume, a squirrel-kin woman bites her lip and asks, cautiously, if what Zora’s said is actually true.
Pip tilts his head, hesitant.
"I only mentioned," Zora clarifies, "that you are a pleasure-provider of divine construction, capable of delivering orgasms that, and I quote, were ’soul-shattering’. And that, from a Desert Spirit no less."
The room dissolves into giggles and swoons.
Pip gives a bashful beep, then nods with far more enthusiasm than strictly necessary.
Gasps ripple through the room. One woman leaps to her feet. "Please! I need him. I haven’t been touched in a decade. My soul has shriveled..." Another yanks her back down. "With what gold!? We can’t afford a premium service like that. It’s for nobles and royalty... and deities, apparently."
Pip shoots upright, eyes blazing bright.
The women all gasp, alarmed. "What is he doing?"
Zora chuckles. "Oh, that’s just Pip being Pip. Bound to his divine duty, body and soul. Material reward means nothing to him." He spreads his hands grandly. "The Great Mother hearing your cries of ecstasy are payment enough for this heavenly construct."
A dozen hands fly to a dozen chests.
Within a single heartbeat, every woman in the room is on her feet, clamoring for a turn.
Zora pats Pip’s shoulder, immensely satisfied with himself. "It seems my work here is done, my friend." He rises, drifting toward the door as Pip sends him a frantic string of nervous beeps.
"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the girls are ready to give you a full oil treatment come morning," Zora calls back cheerfully, surveying the dozen hungry faces now fixed entirely on Pip. He offers a thumbs-up. "Courage to you, my friend! May the Great Mother guide your hips..."
The door slams shut behind him.
A dozen women pounce.