The Oily... Blanket?

The next three days had gone by uneventfully. Oberon had apparently fixed Ara's pantyhose during one of those nights as she found it perfectly repaired one morning. That or he had bought her a new one, but since that implied he knew her size she sort of dediced to think he had just fixed it. Aside from that, pretty much nothing happened. She tried to distract herself by reading something, but after two days she grew bored of it, and spent the third one walking from one room to the other purposelessly. While her tails and hears had disappeared, the color of her eyes and hair had yet to go back to normal, and she was reminded of it every time she happened to walk in front of a mirror. In addition to that, she could still feel the spider's seed inside of her, what little of it was left at least. She would occasionally bring her hands to her caged entrance, as if to check if she could relieve herself of that tingling sensation or not. She wasn't used to that sort of frustration. On the third evening, during dinner, Oberon asked her why she didn't go outside since she looked bored.

"... what?"

"It's quite a walk from here to the closest shop, and while you currently have no money you can always take a look around. You lived in a different area of the city if I remember correctly"

That made Ara feel stupid, as for some reason she had thought the door to be locked.

"... I really can't go out looking like this though" she replied, most likely talking about the color of her hair and eyes.

Oberon thought those to not really be a problem, but decided not to say it as Ara probably talked out of personal experience. Probably.

"Do you always take this long to go back to normal?" he asked without moving his gaze away from the book he was reading. Ara was seriously considering asking him what that book was about, as the cover turned out to be white with no title when she managed to take a glance at it.

"N-no, not really..."

"Why is it lasting this much then?"

Ara blushed. Well, her cheeks had been somewhat red the whole time during those days to tell the truth, but still. She neither wanted nor could bring herself to tell him that she hadn't turned back to normal yet because she was still quite aroused, and the fact that the transformation's undoing was generally slower than its taking place didn't help.

"I-it just takes longer sometimes, that's all" she replied.

"Is the spiders's sperm still inside of you?"

Are spit half of what she was drinking and nearly choked herself on the other half, taken aback by the sudden question. She coughed a few times then caught her breath.

"What?!"

"I just want to know if you can work tomorrow"

"I..." she started saying as she placed an hand on her womb "... I think I can... ?"

"Tomorrow after lunch then"

"... sure..."

Tomorrow, after lunch.

I feel like time flew by way too fast Ara thought as she stepped into the elevator with Oberon. She had yet to really turn back to normal.

They walked through the usual rooms, the only real difference being the "Six - Two" label on one of the doors. The room they stopped in was similar to the one right before the slime's dome, with the main difference being that there were a lot less vials, and they were all empty. There was also a fridge, and when she opened it she saw more vials. Those ones, however, were all full and seemed to contain... honey? No, honey wasn't blue with a few shades of green here and there. At least, for all Ara knew.

"What's this?"

"Honey"

"Honey doesn't have this color"

"It's not bee's honey"

"... alright, what am I supposed to... well, uh... with?" she asked, sort of relieved as the thought of mating with bees was somehow far and away worse than having mated with giant spiders.

"You'll see it soon enough"

Oberon handed Ara the key and turned the other way. As she unlocked the belt, she wondered if she should have stopped wearing pantyhose for those occasions. She readjusted her clothes, then held the key in her hand for a bit longer than needed before leaving it on the fridge. Having done something like that in the presence of someone else felt somehow... daring.

"I'm, uh, ready. I guess. ... no gag this time?" she asked, trying to put some sarcasm into it to hide her nervousness.

"You want to be gagged?"

"T-that's not what I meant..."

"This one would probably get upset if you remained too quiet. Also, you should put this on" Oberon replied as he showed her something.

"That makes me even more worried... what's that?"

"Do you know what a butt plug is?"

"W-what?!" she nearly shouted, her face instantly turning red.

"Unless you're already comfortable with anal, it's better for you to wear this"

"A-as if I'm comfortable with t-that!"

"Put this on then"

"Ugh..."

Ara hesitantly took the plug. It wasn't particularly large nor long, and had straps attached to the base. To top it off, it seemed to have been oiled beforehand. Oberon turned around again, and she unwillingly pulled her pantyhose down again and placed the tip against her butt. Biting her lips softly to make sure she wouldn't let out any sound, she slowly pushed it inside, maybe even too slowly. It was a... weird feeling, neither good nor bad as the size and lube made it slide in rather easily despite that being her first time. It was large enough to, well, close her up, but not enough to feel uncomfortable. Not too much, at least. Then she fastened the straps around her waist, underneat her clothes, and pulled the pantyhose back up.

"D... done..."

Oberon turned around, took the key -Ara had forgot it in her own hand- and led her inside the dome. Just like the spider's room, this one had a cubical, transparent hall acting as a sort of entrance. Thinking about it, that had to be a security measure. The slime she met on her first -well, second- day there probably wasn't worth the trouble of putting up something like that. The dome seemed to mimic the outskirt of a small forest, with a very small house too. Oberon walked up to it then proceeded into the wood. After ten or so meters, he stopped and sat down. Just walking all the way there had made Ara flustered, as every step made her feel the plug against her insides.

"It should get here soon"

"Alright..."

Ara looked around, her heart beating somewhat faster than normal. On one hand, that was the chance to get some relief after five days of frustration. On the other, the thought of having to have sex with... something really wasn't that great. ... it wasn't, right? Some minutes went by, then, as she ran her gaze on the surroundings, something fell on her shoulder. She looked and saw a drop of that so-called honey. She then took it on her fingers and brought it to her face. It was quite sticky, just like real honey, but the smell was not only completely different, it was also really strong, to the point she felt her head almost spin for a brief moment. Then, something else fell on her. A sort of... thing, with a shape and size somewhat resembling a blanket, as thin as four or five fingers.

"Ugh, gross..." Ara commented.

It was of a very light green, with two long, snail-like eyes coming out from probably what was supposed to be the head? It really didn't seem to have an head though. The creature had one side nearly translucent, while the other -the one touching Ara- was completely covered by rather short protuberances, varying in lenght and thickness. While most were as large as a finger and not much longer, a few were the size of an arm or even begger. And they were all covered in something green and slimy strongly resembling oil.

"... maybe I should have suggested you to take your clothes off. Cleaning them might take a while after this"

"I'd have kept them on anyway" she replied, almost sure of it.

The creature wasn't particularly heavy, not for her, at least. It ran its longest tentacles -because at the end of the day that's what they were- around Ara's body, latching itself on her. Its appendages had been waggling around the whole time, but as it held her tighter she started to feel them more, especially when they started to crawl around her chest, her rear and between her legs. Her cheeks grew even redder as a part of her started to get impatient. Had Oberon not been there staring, she might have even touched herself. But as she was too shy for that, she kept herself from doing so. The creature, however, seemed to be taking its sweet time, and for around twenty minutes it kept simply hugging her, his tentacles running on her in what was a rather unusual but undoubtfully effective foreplay. As Ara's breath grew more and more ragged, her eyes and hair completely changing color, the creature eventually slid a few of its slimy appendages underneath her clothes.

She thought about leaning against a tree for a moment, but since that thing was on her back that might have been a bad idea, and so she sat on her knees. She almost let out her voice when it wrapped its tentacles around her erected nipples, squeezing her breasts a bit at the same time before running its appendages over her wet entrance, occasionally making her shiver as it touched her clit. Then she nearly jumped as she felt it push against the plug.

"W-what..."

"Did you think I gave you the plug for my entertainment?" Oberon asked, having guessed what just happened.

"To tell the truth, a bit..."

For a brief moment, his eyebrows twitched, which made Ara worry a bit. Then the movement against her privates got stronger, bringing her attention back to herself.

"Mmnh..." she accidentally let her voice out.

The creature wrapped itself around her more tightly, and started pushing and pulling the plug, as if it was trying to remove it. It didn't have much strength though, and the straps prevented it from succeeding. That said, Ara felt it being moved back and forth, right and left inside her rear, making her feel a bit... funny. It didn't feel as bad as she'd have expected, though it wasn't too good either. Then the creature apparently gave up and started focusing more on her front entrance, much to her relief. No way she'd have admitted it though. Then, suddenly, it wrapped a small tentacle all around her clit and started rubbing it. Taken completely by surprise, Ara let out a loud series of moans as an unexpected orgasm ran through her, making her shake as the creature supported her weight.

As her white, fox hears quickly grew on her head, together with a tail from her lower back, she cursed herself mentally. Both for having let her voice out that much in front of someone, and for not having bitten her lips. The orgasm came too suddenly and lasted too little, and the lack of pain made it feel frustratingly unsatisfying. She took a few deep breaths to recover, then the creature wrapped what probably was his head on the back of Ara's, latching to her forehead, a few tentacles waggling around her new hears, which made her even more aroused. Then, four more appendages slid into her mouth and forced it open, letting another, somewhat tentacle insert itself inside.

You've joking, right?!

She tried to close her mouth, but the moment her teeth put strength against the bigger tentacle the other four pulled her jaw open. She then tried to grab it and pull it out, but the oil covering it was too slimy for her to grasp it firmly enough, and even then the creature forcibly brought her arms away. At that point she tried to push her nails against the palm of her own hands, but the oil had gotten on her skin too, making it pretty much impossible to hurt herself that way. She thought about bashing her head against something, but she quickly realized that with that thing restraining her she wouldn't have managed it. That, and it probably wouldn't have had the desired effect. She felt like crying.

The creature then decided she was wet enough -and she sure was, her juices having made even her thights moist- and slid a rather large tentacle inside of her, making her squirm. It then ran two appendages around the base of her breasts and squeezed tightly as it started thrusting back and fort inside of her. With her mouth forcibly open -albeith quite full- she couldn't even hold her voice back, and her moans escaped freely, the only reason she didn't blush more being that her skin couldn't possibly turn any redder than it already was. It started pinching on her nipples as well, and more tentacles wrapped themselves around her waist and between her legs, their movement over her clothes and against her skin making her even more aroused.

Pleasure built up both in her entrance and breasts, until it exploded into the rest of her body, causing her to tremble as she fell forward. She barely managed to land on her arms as jolts of pleasure ran through her. The creature then slowed down, she had no idea why. All she could think about was the frustration she was feeling, with yet another orgasm ruined. She looked up at Oberon, sitting a couple of meters in front of her, and tried to ask something, in vain as she couldn't speak in a comprehensible way with her mout in that condition. He simply sat there, watching. The thing on her back then decided to give her rear another try, and started fumbling with the plug again, causing it to move around inside her, though this time it felt somewhat better. Which actually wasn't a good thing as the last thing Ara wanted was another failed orgasm, and the lack of any sort of pain meant the next one would have been like that as well.

The tentacle inside her then started moving again, occasionally twisting on itself. Ara's breaths were as ragged as they could be, and the appendage inside her mouth suddenly wrapped itself around her tongue while several, small ones started to tease her clit. She started crying, hating herself for doing so in front of someone, the creature wrapping itself around Ara even more, pulling her arms a bit closer to her chest. Then, as it kept fumbling with the plug, it apparently noticed her tail. Her two tails, actually. And started wrapping itself around them too, especially around the base. The only reason she didn't purr with her hears and tails teased like that was that she was already too busy moaning. On top of that, the added stimulus on her tail brought her over the edge again, right into another frustratingly painless orgasm, pleasure once again running through her. She instinctively tried to sink her fingers into the first thing she found -the ground- as she partially arched her back, the creature wrapping itself even more around her.

The creature started focusing more on her breasts, alternating between massaging and pinching her nipples, all the while rubbing her chest. It pulled Ara back up, making her stand on her knees first and then bending her backward a bit while supporting her weight, as if to put her on display. Her own droll started to run down her jaw, then along her neck. With Oberon right there looking at everything that was happening, she felt her heart beating so fast she thought it was about to burst. He wondered if he should have intervened, she was crying after all. Had Eve not instructed him not to interrumpt those sessions unless Ara ended up in actual danger, he might have really done so. But the only way that creature could hurt her would have been by inserting too many tentacles inside her, bending her limbs too much or maybe choking her, and he was doing none of that. Which, ironically, for Ara was a problem.

The thrusting became faster and faster again as the tentacle inside her mouth started to turn on itself, rubbing against her tongue and moving it around. Some of the oil covering it slid inside her throat, and while it turned out to have a somewhat good taste it also caused her to cough several times. More thin appendages slowly crawled inside her entrance as the larger one pushed itself deeper, until Ara felt it almost against her womb. The creature started to close around her, in a way which somehow resembled a straitjacket, and as it did so its movements grew wilder. She felt it stirring up her insiders as it once again fumbled with the plug, more violently than before. As the appendages around her clit started to move wildly again, another unsatisfying orgasm ran through her, her whole body trembling, which made her feel the tentacles's movements even more, a third tail growing next to the first two. Her tears mixing with her droll along her neck, she was now completely resting on the creature, unable to hold herself up.

More appendages wrapped around her ears and tails as the creature apparently went into a frenzy, clutching itself more and more on Ara, a few tentacles latching around her neck. That's when Oberon stood up and got in front of them. He then flicked his fingers against the creature's eyes once, then twice, until they retreated almost completely into its body. When he started flicking against its head, the creature detached itself from Ara and crawled away, to the nearest tree, and somehow climbed over it, going into hiding. It left a trail of blue, sticky fluid behind itself, which is what Oberon normally collected from it, though Ara took priority. He took her in his arms and started walking out, listening to her broken breaths and her soft crying.

"Are you alright?"

"Just... just shut up..."

Is she angry?

He brought her all the way to the higher floors, grabbing the chastity belt as he walked past it, carried her to the bathroom and placed her in the rather large bathtub and, as it started to fill with warm water, poured soap and what seemed to be bath salts inside it.

"This should neuter most of the oil's smell" he said when Ara looked at it.

Once the tub got full enough, Oberon took off his shirt and threw it into the water. The oil had stuck to it while carrying Ara, so he had to clean that too. He took a sponge and started washing her. Taking her clothes off would have been somewhat pointless as he had to take the smell off them as well. Ara tried to push him away, especially when he nonchalantly rubbed the sponge between her legs, but she was too tired to really put up any resistance. He slid the sponge underneath her dress and washed directly her skin, glancing at her red cheeks every now and then. Then he washed her breasts as well, and there his hand stopped for a moment as he listened to her heart, beating faster than normal.

"I... can wash by myself..." she said, though quite late.

"It's better if you rest"

He then got inside the tub as well, sat next to Ara and started washing her legs, making her even more flustered. She held on the edge of the tub as he thoroughly ran the sponge all over her. She didn't know how long it took, but he eventually finished. Or so she thought. Oberon took some soap in his hands, rubbed them against each other and then placed them at the base of one of Ara's tails. She shivered as he ran them all the way to the tip, several times. Had they been dry, they would have felt quite fluffy to the touch. He then moved to the second tail and then to the third, as Ara dropped her mouth below the water to silence herself. Then Oberon placed his hands over her ears -her fox ones- and started rubbing them as well, pulling her head back up. At that point she started purring, which in turn made her blush even more.

"S-stop..."

In truth, Oberon wasn't sure he needed to wash her tails and ears as well as those were supposed to disappear. He started listening to her voice as he kept massaging her ears. At some point, however, he realized he had moved an hand under her chin and had started scratching it, as if she was some sort of cat. Though she seemed to both like and dislike it, which left him quite confused.

I... think I lost myself a bit he thought, rather surprised, as he moved his hands away.

Since they were there already, he washed her hair too, then brought her out of the tub. She helped her sit on a small stool, then, as he was about to undress her to dry her up, he stopped. Ara leaned against the wall, exhausted. Oberon then held her up for a moment, and she heard the dreadful sound of something clicking around her waist.

"I have a couple of things to take care of back down. Can you dry yourself up?"

"Leave... me... alone..."

"Alright"

Right after he walked out, Ara used what little strength she had left to scratch against the chastity belt. Oberon was... surprised. Watching her work -if that could actually be called work- had been quite entertaining, sure, but washing her... there was something to that he really liked, to the point he got caught in the moment, though only briefly. What exactly, he wasn't sure. He kept wondering about it as he collected the blue honey the creature had left behind. The next day would have been an highly interesting one, though he didn't know it yet.

This isn't what I had in mind when I first thought I wanted to write something involving a straitjacket.