Chapter 136: The Fun Thing About Fivesomes
Vuvi jolts up from her slumber, awoken by the unmistakable sound of a woman shrieking her way past the peak of sexual ecstasy.
She blinks blearily around the wrecked room where everyone was sprawled about in various states of dishevelment.
"Vee! Veeee!" Vuvi’s croaks, voice crackling as she softly slaps the demon-kin awake beside her.
Veena jerks upright, drool smeared down one cheek, eyes half-lidded, a bra hanging from a horn
"Whaaaaaat? What?" she groans, rubbing her eyes, "I was in the middle of..."
She pauses, squints and slowly takes in the devastation around the room before she starts to chuckle and snort. "That was a fun night. That bunny’s an excellent host."
"Focus Veena," Vuvi says, shaking Veena by the shoulders, "I think Pip’s..."
Vuvi’s cut off as another thoroughly satisfied moan rolls up from somewhere below followed by multiple muffled voices hushing and giggling. Veena’s eyes snap fully open. "Uhhh... Was that..."
"Yes!" Vuvi says grimly, already scrambling to her feet. "Pip’s out there handing out orgasms. Unsupervised!"
"Of course he is," Veena groans.
The two of them quickly shake the rest of the team awake around the room.
Lula, Penelo, and Raikya rise like the freshly disturbed dead. Slow, creaking, groaning, clutching heads, eyes, and in Raiyka’s case, her own chest.
"Why am I naked?" Raikya demands. "I don’t remember getting naked."
"You get really friendly after a few drinks," Penelo says, giggling.
"Really cuddly, too," Lula adds.
"How friendly? How cuddly?" Raikya demands, already dreading the answer.
"You proposed to Pip," Penelo says. "Twice."
"He said yes both times," Lula adds helpfully. "Very sweet ceremony. Zora officiated."
Raikya makes a strangled noise in her chest. "Oh Gods! This is embarrassing!" she yelps as she starts frantically searching for her clothes.
"And it’s only Tuesday." Penelo giggles, "You’ll get used to it."
Sera hauls herself upright, wincing, rubbing both palms against her temples. "Who..." she asks, "...hit me with a battering ram."
"A battering ram made of shroom shots," Veena chuckles. "That’s what you get for drinking irresponsible amounts of forest wine."
"Why does it feel personal." Sera groans.
"It’s always personal, the morning after." Vuvi clarifies, rubbing at her own hangover.
Sha’Rona doesn’t stir at all, body draped across a chair, stark naked, a towel over her face, fur in complete disarray, one leg hooked over the headrest, thighs gleaming and her snoring loud enough to rattle the windowpanes.
"Should we..." Vuvi asks, gesturing to her.
"Nah," Sera says, tiptoeing away. "she might actually murder one of us."
Then a voice from far below screams out the Great Mother’s name at a volume that causes every head in the room to whip toward the door.
"Was that..." Lula starts.
"YES!!" Vuvi snaps.
"Pip is down there giving out divine dickings with zero supervision." Veena adds.
"DON’T CALL IT THAT!" Vuvi snaps at her.
They stampede for the door, half-dressed, half-tripping over each other.
On the balcony outside, Zora sits on the railing, legs swinging lazily over the edge, swaying along to the distant cries and moans of ecstasy like it’s his favorite song.
"Isn’t it beautiful," he sighs, cupping one bony hand to his ear as another round of screaming tears through the canopy. "So magical. Hits you right in the bones."
"ZORA!" Vuvi bellows, "why didn’t you STOP him?"
"Stop him?" Zora looks genuinely baffled by the very concept. "Why in the heavens would I stop this, Vuvela? Do you have any idea how rare it is to hear such unfiltered artistic expression? I’m taking notes. Aurally."
"THAT’S NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT!"
"Agree to disagree." Zora scoffs, turning back to the symphony of satisfaction emanating from below.
The group shoulders past him toward the elevator, knocking him clean off the railing in the process, but he simply he drifts back up a moment later, entirely unbothered, swaying softly with the musical moaning.
The team ride down together, Zora floating alongside, perplexed.
They find a small crowd already gathered outside one of the ground-floor houses, craning over each other to peer through the windows.
"Are they floating!?" someone gasps.
"Look at those vines!" Another says with a shudder, "They’re so thick."
Even Frostlick is wedged in among them, trying and failing to shove her enormous head between the crowd, whimpering when she’s pushed back each time.
"You are supposed to be guarding the place!" Raikya scolds, running over and hauling the hound back by her collar.
Frostlick whines pitifully, ears flat, throwing one last longing look at the crowded window before allowing herself to be dragged off.
"Don’t give me that face. I know that face. That face means nothing good."
The hound whimpers again, louder, clearly unrepentant.
The rest of the team shoves through toward the door. Penelo takes one look inside, her eyes flash bright for exactly one second before she promptly faints into Sera’s expectant arms. "She should have expected that."
The others gasp in awe.
Vuvi and Veena both clap hands over their own eyes.
"Did I just see four..." Vuvi chokes. "Nevemind. I’m not sober enough for this."
"I am not mentally prepared for this," Veena agrees.
"Should we be worried?" Lula asks, not sounding worried at all. "Or can I join?"
"Worried how? Structurally? Emotionally? Legally?" Vuvi mutters through her fingers. "Pick one!"
Sera, however, just stares, transfixed, as Pip juggles four separate women in midair with his abilities. The crowd oohs and aahs in unison as their limp bodies bob on columns of air above the room, blissed and boneless while they’re each slowly and thoroughly titillated by dozens of writhing water tentacles and glowing vines.
Pip gives a proud little beep of encouragement as a blushing fox-kin crawls over him and climbs into his lap, tail twitching and eyes spinning with delight as she happily wriggles herself onto his glowing pelvic port.
He sends a warm thought-wave rippling out to every woman in the room.
Ready, willing and eager to help.
The whole tree shudders as the crowd erupts, every remaining woman shoving forward, clamoring desperately for her turn.
"Are you crying?" Vuvi asks, as she glances at Sera wiping her eyes.
"It’s just so... beautiful." Sera replies, voice hitching with wonderment.