Chapter 142: Oil, Vines, and Very Well-Earned Rewards
Mika floats beside a window of the pleasure house, face plastered against the glass, watching with pure, slack-jawed awe as Pip ravages her eight-legged friend with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for religious extremism.
Her halo hums, throwing out sparks as she claps both hands over her own eyes when a piece of furniture goes crashing across the room.
"Should we... do something about this?" Mika asks nervously as she peeks through her fingers.
Below her, Lula, Sera, and Raikya watch with wide eyes and even wider grins.
"Absolutely not," Sera says as the bed frame splits clean in two beneath Pip and Xenara. "That would be a crime against art. There’s no way we can interrupt this."
From inside erupts a triumphant, echoing shout of "YES, YES, YES!" before a flash of brilliant light explodes through every window and doorframe.
Everyone covers their eyes at once, muffled gasps of awe escaping their lips.
At the doorway stand Vuvi and Zora, each wearing a pair of welding-goggles, scribbling away in matching notebooks, discussing what they’re seeing like two scholars at a very unconventional lecture.
Vuvi tracks Pip’s changing thrust vestors, the arch of Xenara’s abdomen and the exact spacing of her limbs. While Zora tracks the precise timing between each climax, thrust-to-moan ratios and volume-levels of each of her screams of ecstacy.
"Is... is that webbing?" Veena asks, leaning over Vuvi’s shoulder to look. She winces, then leans in further, eyes going wide with fascination before shaking her head and retreating back to her desk. "Nope! Too much for my brain this early... I’ll read your report."
Outside, Mysa rounds the corner, glowing head to toe, with Penelo trotting happily at her side. "Your oil massages are amazing, bunny. Truly!" Mysa tells her. "I feel like an entirely new cat."
"Hey! What’s happening!?" Penelo yells as she spots the crowd gathered around the house. She approaches the doorway beside Vuvi, who spots her too late, unable to stop her as she peeks inside and catches a glimpse of Pip, bent over an arachna-kin woman, a brilliant, golden glow emanating from between his legs like sunlight pouring through a keyhole.
She promptly faints on the spot.
Zora drags her limp body gently away as she mumbles something incoherent about looking at the seams of creation.
A few hours later, Penelo and Lula are diligently teaching Raikya the proper technique for oiling Pip’s hips. The three of them discussing the process like seasoned professionals as they splash about in a bathing pond suspended high in the branches of a tree. Oil and water flying everywhere as Pip stands golden and glowing in the center of the trio, radiating pure, thorough contentment.
"This is actually kind of fun," Raikya admits, slathering another handful of oil across her palms before working it into Pip’s metal.
He glances down at the naked wolf-kin, her fur slick with oil, a pleased grin across her face, thoroughly scrubbing the area directly around his pelvic port with the focus of an craftsman. He lets out a happy string of chirps, a thought-wave filled with content, happiness, and unabashed joy.
It washes over all three of them at once.
The women swoon in unison and pounce him all together, a tangle of wet limbs, giggling and splashing water that sends waves sloshing clean over the pool’s mossy rim.
Raikya ends up straddling his chest in the water, oil-slick hands braced against his glowing plating, gazing down at him with something dangerously close to reverence.
"You really are a gift the Great Mother has blessed us with." she mutters, half to him and half to herself, like she still couldn’t quite believe her own luck.
Penelo and Lula coo at her.
"She’s falling in love." Penelo teases.
Raikya goes red as a beetroot.
"I’m not!" She denies loudly, and shoves Penelo under the water in retaliation.
Lula floats up beside Pip, folding herself around his arm, and kisses his faceplate. "It’s only natural, Raikya. We all fell for him the second he laid a hand on us."
Pip melts into a stream of bashful beeping. Penelo resurfaces on the other side of him, hugging him far too tightly, chest smothering his faceplate.
"That’s exactly why we look after you. Keep you safe. Keep you happy." She pulls back, searching his eyes lovingly. "Do we make you happy, Pip?"
The pool ripples as he gives them a vigorous nod.
Penelo swoons and kisses him again. "We look after Pip. Pip looks after us."
Pip lifts both hands, and the water around them begins to swirl, the branches above them shifting aside to let long vines slither down into the pool.
Penelo’s eyes go wide. "I didn’t mean right now..."
"Shhhh," Lula coos, already slapping Penelo’s arm to hush her. "We’ve been on our feet with clients all day. We’ve earned a little Pip-time."
The water beneath Pip starts to bubble as a golden glow emanates from beneath, his pelvic port sliding open with a muffled chime, lighting the whole pool from below like a fire-crystal dropped into the ocean.
Lula and Raikya stare, transfixed, ripples of gold dancing across their faces.
"Unfair, I don’t even get to look!" Penelo scolds, clapping both hands over her eyes.
But she’s quickly quieted by a throng of water tendrils twisting around her thighs, crawling up from the pool’s surface and wrapping gently around chest and arms, writhing in tune with her thrumming heartbeat as they slowly pull her down, her protests dissolving into a long, delighted groan that echoes up through the branches around them.
A good, and deliciously productive while later, Sera’s voice carries up through the leaves, calling for Pip.
"Piiiiip!" she calls out, "Time for maintenance! Vuvi’s looking for you!"
She pulls aside a curtain of hanging vines and finds her favorite pleasure-bot climbing out of the pool, dripping, looking divinely serene as soft moonlight catches on his frame at just the right moment.
Behind him lay three blissed-out bodies bobbing on the pond’s surface.
Penelo, Lula, and Raikya lay in the cool waters, their muscles completely numb and completely satisfied, dopey grins plastered across all three faces like they’ve each personally discovered the meaning of life and were far too tired to discuss it.
Sera takes one long look at the whole scene before turning to Pip with a very expectant grin.
"You not forgetting about me, are you?" Sera asks, pushing Pip gently, but firmly, back toward the pool as she decides, upon careful reflection, that Vuvi’s maintenance schedule could surely wait another thirty minutes.
An hour tops.