How New Interests Bloom
Reading was, in a way, part of Rosmontis' daily routine, as much if not more than watching videos. It just so happened that what she red and watched were neither narrative nor informative works. They were her own memories, written and recorded mostly by herself, though she did have a few entries made by others. Mostly by Amiya, but there were a few made by the other elite operators. Rosmontis liked going through the entries stored in her terminal. They helped her remember. They reminded her of things she had forgotten. They kept her connected to her past, and thus her present. And, as a matter of fact, that's exactly what she was doing that evening. Sitting on the large bed -large relatively to her size, at least- in her room, reading a recollection from three weeks ago. A relaxing memory, one of her and Amiya watching a movie together. It made her feel at ease.
A sound similar to an hiss, or perhaps to a growl, echoed inside the room, weak but sharp, and the young feline brought her gaze away from her terminal. For a brief moment, she and Mon3tr stared at each other. The crystalline creature then shifted its gaze, its eyes moving slowly but steadily between Rosmontis and the canvas in front of itself.
Modeling for Mon3tr, too, put her at ease, though she couldn't quite understand why. It was a little, innocent secret between the two of them -or three, since she didn't really think Kal'Tsit was unaware of it-, which started by chance when the feline caught a glimpse of Mon3tr trying to sketch something with a pen and paper she had left on her desk. The beginning of that hobby of its, if it could be called such, had admittedly been pretty rough, if only because the serpentine being had an habit of grabbing things with its mouth. Over time, however, it learned how to twist the tip of its arms into hands. Twisted and nearly malformed, but still functional hands they were. Or, much more likely, it just stopped being stubborn and conceded that pens and such would break much too easily in its mouth. Then Rosmontis brought it a canvas, a few brushes and just three colors, not quite a request on its side but not entirely on a whim of hers either.
The first thing Mon3tr painted was... truth be told, Rosmontis still wasn't sure what that was supposed to be. There were things resembling white hair and a pair of green dots that might or might not have been eyes, which made her think of dr. Kal'Tsit, but the thing on the canvas didn't even really resemble a person. Mon3tr itself seemed pretty... frustrated at the results.
The second thing it painted was Rosmontis' room. It took it a lot longer to finish that one, and the final result was still more abstract than concrete, but it was at least clear what it is that the onlooker was supposed to see on the canvas.
The feline then brought it a few more colors and a couple of new brushes. That was also when it asked if it could paint her.
That conversation could by no means be described as smooth but, if one were to consider Rosmontis' ordinary inability to read minds and Mon3tr's slightly less ordinary inability to speak words, then the fact that they managed to communicate at all was quite impressive.
That's how Rosmontis began to spend some evenings simply sitting on her bed, diving into the entries of her terminal while Mon3tr painted her. Granted, that's not how they spent all their time together, and said time was far from abundant in the first place, but that still could be considered an habitual activity of theirs.
Mon3tr growled again, in what Rosmontis had come to recognize as annoyance. It placed the brush down -which was quite the improvement considering how it used to break them instead-, stared at the canvas for a little while and then floated over to the bed, a little more than half of its body falling softly but not too softly on the floor while the rest dropped down on the bed, making it creak in protest. Its head, in particular, ended up right next to Rosmontis, who started caressing it with one hand.
"Is it difficult?" she asked.
Mon3tr let out a weak growl.
"Can I see it when you're done?"
A soft hiss, followed by a faint nod.
"Thanks"
Mon3tr felt... peculiar to the touch. Its skin, or rather, its surface was smooth, but also sharp on the edges -those near its head, at least-, enough to cut the feline's skin if she didn't pay at least a bit of attention to it. The creature wasn't cold. Rather, it was lukewarm, with brief, intense pulses of heat running through its body. Perhaps those were its heartbeats.
Rosmontis turned off her teminal, put it on the nightstand and leaned back on her bed, falling alongside Mon3tr. She had tried using it as a sort of pillow at first, but quickly gave up on that as its body was just too uncomfortable to lie on. Too hard and irregular. And yet it was surprisingly good for snuggling against, which is exactly what she did. The creature bent one of its limbs back as the little feline curled herself into a ball against its shoulder -or what went of it- and simply relaxed as Mon3tr rested its arm around her, using another one to softly caress her head. The gentle scratching, combined with the warmth of the sheets, the softness of the mattress and the sense of security the creature provided by simply being there, made her relax, nearly fall asleep even, her soft purrs beginning to fill the room as the two merely basked in each other's silent presence.
At least until something else happened. A sound on the door, coming from the hallway. A knock. Aided by a gentle shook from Mon3tr, Rosmontis pulled herself up and rubbed her eyes, washing away her sleepiness as her eyes moved to the layer of movable steel separating her room from the outside.
Someone knocked again, prompting the feline to get off the bed and head to the door while Mon3tr silently floated away, hiding in a corner of the room where it wouldn't be seen from the hallway. Having confirmed that it was in position, Rosmontis opened the door. And saw a remarkably large pile of cardboard boxes mounted on a steel platform equipped with six wheels. No, actually, that was... was... she couldn't quite recall the name, but she was pretty sure it was one of Closure's robots.
Oh, and there was also a vulpo next to it, holding a small box in her hands.
"Miss Rosmontis, this is your package" Suzuran said as she held out the box towards the slightly taller feline.
Who, on her part, looked at it for a few seconds before moving her gaze up to the vulpo, their eyes meeting.
"Where is Brass Body?" she asked, not seeing Closure's usual delivery man anywhere.
"Mister Brass Body got injured yesterday and will be unable to work for a few days" Suzuran replied "I volunteered to help with the deliveries for today"
"Greetings, operator Rosmontis. How was your day?" Castle-3 asked, though some boxes had to be stacked on its speakers because its voice came out a bit muffled.
"It was good" she replied, not really interested in striking a conversation.
Not with them at least, not with Mon3tr waiting inside her room.
"So, uh, I think it was here... here!" Suzuran said as she gently put the box down to pull out a pen and paper "I need you to sign here" she asked as she handed them to Rosmontis.
"... sure"
With what the vulpo could only see as a bit of lethargy, Rosmontis signed the paper, handed both it and the pen back and then grabbed the box, all the while avoiding direct contact with Suzuran. The list of people the young feline was comfortable being touched by was... remarkably short and, while she didn't really mind the little vulpo's presence, she wasn't all that at ease around her either.
Though Suzuran did seem to make her relax to a degree just by being around. Why, she had no idea, though she seemed to have that effect on a lot of people, not just on Rosmontis.
"Thanks"
"You're welcome!" Suzuran replied with an almost oddly energetic bow before turning around, one of her tails swinging a bit too close to Rosmontis' face "Alright, next one goes to... "
As she checked her list, the feline turned around as well, walking back into her room and letting the door close by itself behind her.
"Mon3tr. They arrived" she announced as the creature floated towards her.
It was exceptionally hard to tell, to the point one could reasonably expect only Rosmontis and Kal'Tsit herself to be able to recognize it, but there was a bit of curiosity on its face as it stared at the box. The little feline then turned it around in her hands a bit, reading the labels sticked all over it and confirming that it was indeed the package she had ordered at Closure's shop. Before she could begin looking around for something to open it with, however, Mon3tr brought one of its arms down and cut the tape holding it close with surgical precision.
"Mnh. Thanks" she said as she reached inside the box.
What she pulled out, however, wasn't exactly what she had expected. Rather perplexed, she emptied the box on the bed and searched inside it, but neither the brushes nor the paints she had bought were there.
"This isn't mine" she declared as her gaze shifted to the content of the box.
A small doubt formed in her mind, causing her to reach for her terminal and go over the entries. There was indeed an annotation about her having purchased something from Closure, and indeed said annotation mentioned brushes and paints. Which most likely meant someone messed up something while packaging the goods. By all means, she should've put the thing back inside the box and handed it back. She didn't really know where Suzuran and Castle-3 were at the moment though, so going directly to Closure sounded like the best idea. At the same time, however, that thing was rather... weird. Enough to rouse a bit of curiosity in her, at least.
"... what is this?" she asked noone as she grabbed it and lifted it up.
If one had to describe that object in a single word, the best choice would probably be "harness", though of which kind she had no idea. Three black leather straps, one a bit larger and thicker than the other two and linked to each by a short chain. They kind of looked like belts, but they were far too short to actually be belts. The chains, too, were oddly short, not even reaching from her shoulder to her elbow. The larger, central strap also had three others attached to it, much thinner and arranged into a shape she couldn't quite make out, dotted with a few locks too, each with the key already inserted. Two of those were close together, while the third one latched to the main one on the opposite end from the other two, and all three joined together at a certain point. They didn't look like belts at all. On top of it, that leather net of sort had a soft, black cloth attached to it, as well as a steel harness the use of which she ignored.
Truly an odd thing, that was.
"... what is this?" she asked a second time as she turned it around again and again, not really understanding what that thing might be used for.
"Do you know it?" she then inquired as she turned towards Mon3tr.
The creature opened its mouth to speak, but didn't actually produce any noise. It shifted its gaze back and forth between Rosmontis and the harness in her hands, several times, and then even scratched the back of its head with one of its limbs, namely with the one still morphed into a slightly deformed but still functional hand from when it was painting a while earlier.
"Do you know how to use this?" the feline asked again, curious.
A soft growl arrived in response, together with what might've been a weak nod. Mon3tr seemed rather... conflicted, which was odd. Rosmontis couldn't quite recall having ever seen it in that state before.
... though it could be argued that she didn't entirely trust her memory in the first place.
"Can you tell me?"
The two stared at each other in silence for a while after that question. Rosmontis was rather calm, with neither her ears nor her tail showing any sign of agitation. As for Mon3tr, well, it was rather hard to catch such signs from it given its nature. The creature was standing remarkably still though, much more than usual. To the point that, had it been resting on the ground rather than floating above it, it could've easily passed for a statue.
"... please?" Rosmontis asked, and something inside Mon3tr cracked. Methaporically, at least.
With a soft hiss that had a very faint trace of dejection to it, the creature pointed to the central leather strap and then to its neck.
"Oh. This is a choker then"
The feline fumbled around with it for a bit. The strap was a bit large for her frame, large and thick, but it was also remarkably adjustable. The inner side also turned out to be lined with a very thin layer of something that felt like artificial fur. It was a bit cold, but it also kept her skin from chafing against the leather. She adjusted the strap around her neck, leaving it somewhat loose but not to the point it would come undone on its own. She had to fully open it to put it on, to tell the truth, and that included opening a small lock, which she then closed again for no particular reason. She also left the key inside, again, without any real motive.
"I still don't get it"
The chocker itself was... odd. Not really uncomfortable, and not even that pretty either, but what really left her confused were all the other things latched to it. In response, Mon3tr warped all of its limbs into crude imitations of hands, resting two on her shoulders and hesitantly reaching for her head with the other two in what probably was an attempt at shedding some light on the contraption's intended use. Rosmontis, on her part, got on her tiptoes and pushed her head against its palms, scratching herself with its lukewarm, hard body. Its scent reached her nose, and she started to purr softly.
Now, to be totally honest, Mon3tr didn't quite have a smell of its own. Instead, what it had was a thin but seemingly everlasting layer of Kal'Tsit's scent on itself, and that truly put Rosmontis at ease.
"Go ahead" she said, urging him to continue its explanation, assuming we wanted to call it that.
Still not entirely convinced, Mon3tr started to fumble with the three straps latched to the chocker. Its motions were slow but precise, softly fastening them around Rosmontis' head, eventually bringing both the piece of cloth and the odd, metallic piece in position. The young feline was beginning to get an idea of sort, but it was all still pretty vague.
The creature growled, as if to ask something, gently rubbing her shoulders as it did so.
"And then?"
Mon3tr averted its gaze for a short while, tapping some of its fingers on itself while probably pondering what to do. Then its eyes moved back to Rosmontis, and the train of its thoughts changed its course. So it pointed to the two leather straps chained to the one around her neck, and then to her wrists.
"These are... cuffs?" she asked, arguably even more confused than before.
Mon3tr nodded.
"Are these for bad people?"
The creature gestured in a somewhat confused way, or maybe it was simply uncertain. Still, the fact that it didn't convey a "yes" for an answer didn't help Rosmontis' understanding at all.
"Then, who are these supposed to be used on?"
Regrettably -or maybe fortunately, given the subject- Mon3tr was unable to held a real conversation with anyone other than Kal'Tsit, which made it impossible for it to answer. Rosmontis, on her part, was well aware of that limitation, which is most likely why she apologized upon seeing the creature growing a bit annoyed with itself.
Then, since the conversation had seemingly reached a stalemate of sort, the feline started fumbling around with the two cuffs dangling from her neck. They were a bit smaller, but the inside was lined with fake fur too. Out of simple curiosity, she tried to put one on, earning an odd gaze from Mon3tr as she did so, a gaze that was equally confused, worried and... something else.
With a bit of difficulty, Rosmontis managed to secure the cuff on her wrist, closing the little padlock too and, as always, leaving the key there. The chain's rather short length forced her to keep her elbow bent, and she wondered if her arm wouldn't tire after a while. Then she reached for the remaining strap and secured it around her other wrist. That required a fair bit longer, but she ultimately managed to. Then she tried moving her hands around a bit, the chains rattling softly as she did so.
"Is this how you put it on?" she asked, and Mon3tr nodded.
"What about these then?" she kept inquiring as she pointed to the two remaining parts of the contraption hanging from the straps secured around her head.
To answer that, the creature pointed to the oddly shaped steel component then opened its mouth and held it open with its somewhat malformed fingers. Rosmontis tilted her head, looking at it in confusion, until it clicked.
"Oh. It's to keep the mouth open" she understood as she fumbled around with it for a bit "... but... how should one wear it?"
And so Mon3tr gently took it from her and pushed it against her mouth. But, the moment the cold steel touched her lips, it froze.
"Go ahead. I'm curious" she encouraged it.
Swallowing something immaterial, the creature softly pried open Rosmontis' lips and pressed the harness against them, most of it entering her mouth. Then it turned two small wheels to adjusting the steel metal wires that made it up to the size of the young feline's mouth before sliding it a little further inside. She felt it push against her from within, the contraption holding her mouth open and almost hugging her teeth. Oddly enough, it had a few small protusions that held her lips up to leave her canines exposed. There was also another small protuberance on the lower side that kept her tongue lifted.
She tried to ask something, but producing intelligible sounds in that state turned out to be rather hard. She wondered how quickly her jaw would tire.
Mon3tr, on its part, held her by the shoulders and scratched her head, its fourth limb resting motionless by its side as Rosmontis pushed herself against the petting hand, a soft purr reaching its ears. Or whatever Mon3tr used to perceive sounds. Oddly enough, its touch felt a litte bit stronger than usual. Actually, no. Not stronger. Just more... intense, somehow.
Then it pointed to the last part of that harness, the black cloth, before covering its eyes with its hands. Probably the clearest explanation of the evening, that one. And, maybe because of that, also the one that left Rosmontis most hesitant.
Truthfully, now that she had put that harness on, she did feel a bit anxious. Having her hands restrained like that, and being unable to speak too, made her feel somewhat uneasy. At the same time, however, it kind of felt like she was more... focused on Mon3tr, so to say. The scent of Kal'Tsit coming from it seemed slightly stronger than usual. And the way it scratched her right behind the ears... it was just like always, yet it felt a bit better somehow.
With a bit of confusion showing on her face, Rosmontis nodded. And so the black cloth was brought to her face, covering her eyes and casting her into complete darkness as Mon3tr tied it behind her head as best as it could.
Her ears stood up, tall and still, and her fur pricked up. The serpentine creature was still touching her, but it wasn't scracthing her anymore. Why, she wasn't quite sure, but she couldn't exactly ask it at the moment. Besides, it wasn't even a given that she'd have understood its answer. She felt it shift slightly in place, catching sounds she probably wouldn't have paid any attention to normally. Then, since it still wasn't quite moving, she rubbed her head against its palm herself, the cold, hard surface of its hand sending a warm, pleasant shiver down her spine.
More instinctively than willingly, she reached up to his arm, the chains clinking weakly as they stopped her hands before they could reach it. Mon3tr, in response, brought one of its limbs to her palms, and she held on to it with more force than usual.
Not seeing things -or rather, being blindfolded- was... odd. She wasn't on edge, not exactly, but she still felt somewhat restless. Clutching Mon3tr and pulling its arm close, she realized once more that the soft strokes of its palm on her head felt unusually intense, even though it was putting less strenth than usual in it.
And she also noticed something else.
Namely, that she was drooling.
She tried to lap it back up with her tongue, but her saliva had already made its way to her chin and was probably about to fall to the floor. Then, however, something thin and cold touched her skin, gathering up the slightly viscous fluid and cleaning it off her. She recognized that feeling. A warm shiver gently ran down her spine as Mon3tr's tongue poked her lips, lapping up her saliva before running over her teeth and then gently coiling around her own, barbed tongue and pulling ever so slightly on it, getting a soft whimper out of the young feline. Then the crystalline appendage, softer than the rest of its body but still incomparably sturdier than Rosmontis', slid along her tongue while still coiling it, its tip gently poking at the inner side of her cheeks, carefully exploring her salivating mouth, rubbing over every nook and cranny and teeth. Then Mon3tr pulled it back, its tongue parting from hers, only a thin string of saliva still connecting the two.
Rosmontis truly couldn't tell why, but she really liked it when Mon3tr used its tongue like that.
And she... kinda wanted to feel it more. Maybe because she couldn't see it. A weak jolt coursed through her when its hands rested on her shoulders again, large and cold and unseen and comforting, and she took a step forward. Then another, with no hesitation despite her current lack of sight. Though maybe it'd be more accurate to say that she threw herself forward, sure that Mon3tr would catch her. And, as a matter of fact, it did. Rosmontis moved her legs around a bit, and her hands, and even rubbed herself up and down a bit to get a good feel of her current position. Assuming her senses weren't lying and her judgement wasn't terribly far off, she was now straddling Mon3tr, her feet currently not reaching the floor. The creature had bent its long body backwards more than usual to better accomodate her, a limb placed behind her back to help her keep her balance.
She fumbled around a little until a cold palm gently held her hand again, her other one closing on it as well, partially but not entirely to keep herself from falling. Mon3tr had no breath, but she could still picture its head right in front of her, if only because that's usually how it went. A meowl escaped her when its two free hands reached for her tighs, a cold but pleasant shiver prickling up her fur as they slowly traced up to her sides, coming to an alt on her hips.
Still holding it close, Rosmontis pushed her head forward, her drooling lips coming into contact with Mon3tr's mouth for a brief moment before it opened it. The creature had no lips, nor did it really have teeth, a jagged edge of its thick, sturdy shell in their place. The feline felt its tongue joining hers once more, the two briefly entwining before its much longer one coiled around hers again.
Then something sticky and warm, hot even, began to pour into her mouth. She wasn't really sure if Mon3tr produced saliva or not, to tell the truth. Especially because that thing coming from its mouth was far too viscous, hot and dark to be saliva as far as she knew, not to mention that it almost glowed. Still, every time she saw it she couldn't help but think that it was drooling.
It was kind of cute, in a way.
As for the effect it always had on Rosmontis, however, cute probably would've been a poor choice of word to describe it.
She gulped it down, in very small sips to avoid having it stick to her throat too much, and a wave of heat began to surge from deep within her, goosebumps crawling all over her skin, her fur standing on end. A long, soft meowl escaped her as she started to purr again, much more loudly than before, her crotch beginning to leave a wet stain on Mon3tr's body as she pushed herself against it as much as she could.
Whatever hesitation the creature might've had earlier had completely vanished by that point. The arm holding her back moved a bit, enough for the hand to reach her head and begin to pet her, her tongue still trapped within its, savoring the odd, unusual yet enthralling taste of its drool, Kal'Tsit's scent filling her nostrils and soothing her. Then two more of its hands resumed moving. One reached for her rear and grabbed her buttock, earning another soft meowl from her, while the other slid further along her torso, dragging up her dress as it came to rest on her small chest, rubbing her stiff nipples through her bra as it caressed her.
A faint sound, vaguely resembling that of glass breaking, made her ears twitch, then Mon3tr pushed a newly formed, longer, still ill-shaped finger beneath her underwear, against her wet entrance, her body jolting every time the creature rubbed against her clit, her purrs growing in intensity.
A part of Mon3tr wanted to take things more slowly -... probably- but they didn't have that much time left. That, and Rosmontis herself wasn't too interested in foreplay. Not yet, at least. So he grabbed her and briefly lifted her up, the little feline shaking as she suddenly found herself up in the air for a few moments before being lowered once more, albeit only partially, something thick and hard applying a bit of pressure on her nether regions, a single finger pulling her panties out of the way.
She felt Mon3tr push its head against hers, their tongues still coiled together, and she nodded her assent. Thus, the creature started lowering her on itself, slowly, a lovely middleground between a moan and a meowl leaving her as it slowly penetrated her, her wet insides being pushed open bit by bit, her tail waving wildly in the air as her ears twitched incessantly.
The first time they'd done that, things nearly ended... pretty badly. Mon3tr had a fair bit of experience in that field, a lot more than anyone would expect even, but not quite with someone of Rosmontis' size. By then, however, it knew exactly how far he could push itself inside of her without hurting -or worse, downright harming- her, and slowly worked up to it, a soft and pleased hiss leaving its mouth in the meanwhile.
Even once it was done, it still had to hold Rosmontis up, or risk going too deep within her. On her part, the feline was pretty much rubbing herself against its body as much as she could, audibly sniffing it, the occasional pulses of heat flowing through the creature sending a warm shiver through her, her sweat almost making her glisten under the light.
Then, carefully, Mon3tr pulled what would be convenient to call its hips down a bit while still holding her in place, sliding out of her dripping privates before moving back inside, the soft motion making her tremble.
She was used to the feeling. To all the angles and turns of its members, to its grith and length, and even to the occasional heat pulsing through it. It wasn't their first time doing such things together, after all. But being unable to see anything, say anything, or even freely use her hands made it all more intense, almost overly so, shivers and warmth and pleasure and a slight discomfort all mixing together as she fully immersed herself in the creature's cold, loving embrace, her fingers grasping its hand with such force her knocks were going white.
Perhaps because of that last detail, Mon3tr started petting her with a little more... gentleness of sort, softly scratching her behind the ears while rubbing her scalp, relishing in her purrs and moans and meowls. Then her tail, which had been flailing wildly up until then, suddenly coiled around its member as it kept moving back and forth within her. That simple gesture greatly pleased it, for one reason or another, and spurred it to speed up the pace a little bit. As it turned out, that was enough to bring Rosmontis over the edge, her insides clamping down on the foreign member, each contraction sending a warm wave of pleasure through her body, all the way to the tip of her fingers, her ears, her tail, her muscles stiffening for a brief, eternal moment before relaxing, a copious amount of saliva running down her chin as she tried to catch her breath, her purrs having grown softer but not silent.
Mon3tr, on its part, stopped moving for a few seconds before resuming, the back and forth of its member causing Rosmontis' vocalizations to resume just as loudly as before, the little feline trying to move her hips as well as she could to match its motions, the blindfold making her even more focused than usual on the ways the edges and turns of the creature's member scratched her from within.
It was intense. More intense than she was used to, admittedly. That, in turn, confused her. She knew what was different -that harness on her head and wrists- but she couldn't figure out why exactly that thing could change the experience so much. She couldn't see it, but its scent seemed even stronger than usual, its touch stronger, even the taste of its saliva and the scraping of its length within her seemed more rich and intense.
Her ears stood straight up as a second orgasm quickly washed over her, too quickly even, as she hadn't quite recovered from the first one yet, her breathing growing more and more ragged before breaking down completely as Mon3tr didn't stop moving. Instead it leaned forward and carried her with itself, the feline moving from a sitting position to a supine one.
Its hisses turning into a slightly louder growl, the creature kept moving back and forth within her, its speed slowly but steadily increasing as the new angle allowed it to hit new, sensitive parts of her inner walls. Pleasure kept building up inside her, her fingers scratching at its thick shell as the feeling began to grow too intense, the creature bringing her closer to her third orgasm while she still hadn't even gotten off the high of the second one, drolls and other fluids staining the floor beneath them as the two floated above it.
The tip of its tongue then slid down, spiraling inside her throat as it pushed its head a bit further against her, Kal'Tsit's scent assaulting her nostrils with even greater intensity. Focusing on anything in particular was getting more and more difficult by that point. Her body was constantly shaking and shivering as she tried to catch her breath somehow, but Mon3tr seemed to not have grasped just how effective that harness was at enhancing her experience since it just kept going.
Then it pressed the finger which had been caressing her entrance for a while down on her clit, and that triggered a reaction that took both by surprise.
Rosmontis felt a sudden shock, a further surge of pleasure that, combined with everything else, was just too much to bear. Her Arts activated out of pure instinct, an unconscious attempt at avoiding a sensory overloard. Regrettably, said attempt consisted in pushing whatever was causing the excessive flood of sensations away, and that something was Mon3tr. Which just so happened to be holding on to her, too.
Rosmontis meowled loudly, maybe more loudly than ever before as she felt herself getting dragged across the air, and yet her voice failed to reach her ears, for other sounds completely overpowered it. One of those sounds was Mon3tr's startled hiss. The creature had just barely managed to not react to the sudden push to not harm the little feline, but that didn't stop it from voicing its annoyance, or something close to it at least.
The other, much louder sound was that of metal crashing.
Because Rosmontis had thrown Mon3tr -and, by extension, herself- up and forward with enough force to break through the ceiling and wall of her room. Fortunately, her quarter was surrounded on nearly all sides by empty store rooms -relatively small as they were- just in case a little accident with her arts took place. Unfortunately, the feline had unconsciously put more than a little strength into her Arts, and the two flew right through one of said empty store rooms, Mon3tr rolling up around Rosmontis to shield her as the two crashed through another roof, and then even through a third wall, a room which was thankfully devoid of people as they flew through it, leaving it in utter ruin. By that point they had lost enough momentum to not crash through the following wall, only leaving a large dent in it instead as the recoil bounced them back to the floor.
Incidentally, all that flying around had caused its member to dig around within her even more, which brought forth another orgasm which left her breathless, a sweaty, trembling mess of weak vocalizations.
Dizzy from all that, Rosmontis eventually fumbled around a bit with her still bound hands, reaching the blindfold and pulling on it until Mon3tr simply cut it off rathen than untying it. The creature then uncoiled itself from around her, their tongues parting. Had it not been for the gag, she'd have definitively bit down during the flight, though Mon3tr's own one would have prevented her from fully closing her mouth either way. She might've harmed her teeth actually, had she really bitten it out of reflex. It took her a few seconds to readjust to the light and, once she did, she looked around.
She... recognized that room. She knew where they were.
Kal'Tsit's office. And, talking about Kal'Tsit, she was standing just a few steps away from them, arms crossed as she stared the two down. How odd. Mon3tr only visited Rosmontis in her room when Kal'Tsit was asleep. Then the young feline turned her head around and saw the havoc she and Mon3tr had just caused, her gaze slowly drifting back to Kal'Tsit. She looked calm, almost unnaturally so, as if what just happened didn't really surprise her at all. Maybe a bit tired, if anything.
"Speak up. I am waiting" she said, though wether she was talking to Rosmontis, to Mon3tr or to the both of them, the young feline wasn't sure.
The creature was kind of shaking, for whatever that might've been worth. The little feline, on her part, had a single thought cross her mind before confronting the reality of what had just happened, a thought accompanied by a small tinge of sadness.
I'll have to return this harness, won't I?
Thank you for reading.
