Two Is Company, Four Is Better Company
"Do you want to try this one out then? I'm sure you'd look cute in it"
"Mnh. Alright"
Rosmontis wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but Blaze seemed to be having fun. And it's not like she hated it herself either, far from it. So she took off her clothes and put on a different outfit while the older feline kept digging through a massive pile of shirts and skirts and dresses and whatnot lying on the floor.
Sussurro's dormitory room's floor, to be more accurate.
"Why do you have this many clothes?" Rosmontis asked the vulpo as she finished buttoning up her shirt "They don't fit inside this room" she added, pointing out the obvious fact that Sussurro's wardrobe had no hope of hosting all that stuff, not even if she threw all her clothes out to make space for those new arrivals.
Sussurro, on her part, finished drinking her coffee -the fifth cup in three hours- and resumed sorting out everything into more orderly piles on her bed. On that matter, she wasn't really sure if Blaze was truly helping or not.
"Hey, hey. Was is Specter? A sweetheart kind of treat?" the feline asked with a wide smirk on her face as she softly elbowed the doctor.
Who somehow managed to muster the strength needed to sigh in response.
"Why would Specter even give me all this stuff?"
"Come on, the two of you've been seen together too often lately, there's gotta be something going on. And look at this" Blaze added as she pulled up a rather raucy set of lingerie "I get the shirts and skirts and pants and all, but this?"
"Wha- put that down!" Sussurro jumped -literally- to reach the feline's hands and take the underwear down "Don't show these things to Rosmontis" she continued, now whispering "Ugh, I should've known there'd be something unsavory in here... and no, there is nothing going on. Specter is a patient of Rhodes Island and I am a doctor of Rhodes Island, that's all there is to it"
"Ok, ok, fine then. But" Blaze said back, leaning in to whisper into her ear too "How does Lappland fit into the picture then?"
"How does this look?" Rosmontis asked from behind them, giving Sussurro a way out without even realizing it.
"Great!" Blaze turned around and declared with a thumbs up after just a quick look "The frills make you look even cuter!"
"I don't think the shirt and skirt match colors too well though" Sussurro pointed out as politely as she could, because she did find green and red to not go well together at all.
"Mnh"
Rosmontis grabbed her terminal, wrote something down, put it back on the doctor's desk and started getting changed again while the two women went back to sorting out everything.
"I'm trying to get Lappland to actually listen to me and my colleagues, that's all. Specter just likes to hang out with her every now and then, that's why it sometimes look like we're hanging out together"
"Well, good luck with that. How did she know your measures though? These all fit you perfectly"
"She probably took a guess"
"When you put it that way, that does sound just like Specter"
"And her sending all this stuff to my room must be one of her pranks"
"Now that doesn't sound right, you know?"
Sussurro started working on pulling an entangled ball of trousers out from under the pile, if only to have an excuse to turn around and hide her blushing cheeks. Sure, Specter had told her she'd like to try making a statue of her and asked if she'd be willing to try out something nice to wear for it. Sussurro had ended up accepting, partially because being on good terms with Specter might allow her to convince the huntress to talk Lappland into taking her medicines -a daring hope, for sure- and mostly because she was just really sleep deprived when that conversation had taken place. An unfortunately quite common state of being for the doctor, admittedly.
Still, she would've never expected to receive that much stuff. She could keep something, sure, but most of those she'd have to either give away or simply stash in one of Rhodes Island's storage rooms. As for the state those clothes got delivered to her room in, that probably had to do with Lappland.
"How do I put this one on?" Rosmontis asked from behind them again.
"Get these out, I'll go" Sussurro told Blaze before turning around and walking up to the other feline "What did you pick out? Oh, this? I don't really wear these myself, but... alright, like this"
"So, what do you have ther- ooohhh!"
Blaze's ears stood straight up at the sight of Rosmontis wearing a suit and tie. The whole thing was a bit wrinkled, yes, and being barefooted didn't exactly fit that kind of elegant attire, but the tie looked surprisingly nice on the little feline.
"You gotta show this to Folinic, I'm sure she'd be envious. You look more professional than her!"
Rosmontis' ears twitched a little bit. Her tail moved upwards a bit as well.
"She would? I don't think it's a good thing to make other people envious on purpose"
"Don't take everything Blaze says to heart, she was just joking. No, Folinic won't get gealous over something like this. But you can keep it if you like it, really" Sussurro said "Is there anything else you want to try on?"
"I will take a look"
Leaving the feline to type on her terminal again, Sussurro went back to her work of sifting through the forest of clothes. She didn't really want to know where Specter had found them or how -Closure's store, maybe? No, too expensive- and it's not like she couldn't appreciate the gift, but getting all that stuff sorted out was eating into what was supposed to be her sleep time before her next shift. She considered herself kind of lucky that Blaze and Rosmontis happened to be around and offered to help her with it, at least. Well, Rosmontis wasn't exactly doing much herself, true, but both Sussurro and Blaze would rather have her relax whenever possible, albeith for slightly different reasons. In fact, they had made a smaller pile and left it in a corner so that the feline could dig through it and look for something to her liking precisely for that.
The fact that she and Sussurro had roughly the same height and measurements and thus they could wear the same clothes kind of bothered the doctor, but she had since long learned to not let such things really get to her.
"Hey, look at this" Blaze called her as she pulled out an evening dress, a layered one with frills and gloves, a not too long cut on the skirt, a rather modest cleavage and a decidedly less modest back covering "You could wear this to one of Rhodes' balls"
Sussurro stared at it for a moment, maybe five or six even, then shook her tail and head a little.
"I can't possibly wear something so daring out in public"
"Aww, it barely even counts as a risque outfit, Sussurro"
"No"
"Is there some part I'm missing?"
The question took Blaze and Sussurro somewhat by surprise. Most of those clothes were individual pieces, those meant to be worn together were all stuck into a singular lump of cloth, or put on the same hanger if luck had been involved. They weren't sure why Rosmontis would think she had missed some pieces, and the question had them a little curious admittedly. And so the two women turned around once again to see what the problem might've been.
"What feels like it's missi- Rosmontis wha-?!"
"Aaahh, that's a costume, cutie! It's made like that on purpose, you didn't miss anything!" Blaze chimed in, putting an hand over Sussurro's mouth to, if not silence her, at least make her words incomprehensible.
"Is that so?" the little feline asked with a tilt of her head, either confused by their wildly contrasting reactions or not quite convinced by Blaze's words.
"Trust me! Oh, you gotta show this to Amiya! But make sure it's just the two of you, ok? This is one of those costumes people only wear around those they're really, really close with, and when nobody else can see"
"Aren't we close?"
"Of course we are, kitty" Blaze replied with the widest smile she could pull off while putting an hand on Rosmontis' head and ruffling her hair and ears a little "But you're close in different ways with different people. It's not necessarily about liking someone more or less, it's about liking them in a different way. Like... like music and food!"
The little feline tilted her head the other way, partially to lean further into Blaze's stroking palm.
"I'm not sure I understand"
"Don't worry, you'll get it some day"
"Blaze!" Sussurro nearly shouted once she had finally managed to get the feline's hand off her mouth "What in the world are you saying, that's a- "
"Come here for a second, Sussie!" Blaze interrupted her once again, grabbing her and quickly turning around so that their backs were facing a now slightly startled Rosmontis "Calm down, ok?" she whispered.
"You saw what she put on, right?!" the doctor whispered back.
"Listen here, Ros has no clue about these things yet, she just wanted to try it on because she was curious. She probably thought there'd be a skirt or some pants or something like that. Don't go make it weird for her"
Sussurro's ears bent down a little. Blaze was... making sense, admittedly. At least somewhat. And she did tell Rosmontis to only put such things on in private, basically, so it's not like she was suggesting her to go around wearing that where anyone could see her. But it still felt kind of wrong.
Then they heard the feline's terminal beep a couple of times. Either a message or an alarm, the familiar sound of fingers tapping away quickly following.
"I have to go. Sorry"
"Don't worry sweetie, get your stuff ready and go!" Blaze gleefully said without quite turning around "Let's hold these topics off for now, ok?" she added in another whisper to Sussurro.
"... I guess you're right, yes. Sure"
"Or what, did you want to put it on yourself first? Now why would Specter ever give you that kind of outfit, I wonder... "
"Shut up, Blaze" the doctor said back with a clearly flustered face, hitting the feline's stomach with her elbow and nearly hurting herself on those exceptionally strong muscles "Let's get at least half of these things out of my room before stopping"
"Aye aye, doc"
A few moments later, Rosmontis walked past them, her cape fully closed, a bag in one hand, her terminal in the other. Seems like she wanted to take a few clothes with her, which admittedly was one of a few things Sussurro had been hoping for. Less things to sort out herself. Then again, she probably had that particular outfit in her bag, maybe she really should've stopped her.
"Is it really alright if I go?" Rosmontis asked, feeling a little conflicted about not staying around to help.
"Don't worry Ros, go. You've got your own stuff to take care of, no?"
"I'll keep an eye on Blaze, you have nothing to worry about"
"Oh, come on"
"Mnh. Alright"
And so the little feline walked out. She didn't want to run in the hallways, she could sort of recall having been told that one could run in the hallways only during emergencies, and being late was not, in itself, an emergency. But it was still bad, so she walked as quickly as she could manage to. Then she slowed down a little, because she remembered that she wasn't supposed to exert herself beforehand. She had set an alarm on her terminal specifically to be on time, but Sussurro's room was quite far away from her own, so it still took her a while to get there. Nobody was around when she reached her room, however, which made her take a little breath of relief. She walked in, put her terminal and the bag down and opened her cape, the temperature wasn't that low after all. After that she looked around to make sure everything was in order, and as it turned out she had apparently forgotten a pair of shoes on the floor out of her wardrobe. She fixed that, then pulled the curtains along the walls to hide all the photos stuck to them.
Did she have to? She was sure she had written that down, but since she had already pulled them shut she decided to leave them like that for the time being. The last thing left to do would've been to change back into her usual clothes. She hadn't put them on before leaving Sussurro's room out of fear of being late, simply closing her cape instead, but maybe she still had enough time.
Then, however, someone knocked at her door. Three times, with roughly one second between each knock. Rosmontis's ears bent a little as she recalled what Blaze had told her about those clothes. She could... probably keep those on then, right?
She tried to make a mental note to herself to ask Blaze more details about that matter.
"Rosmontis. Are you in there?"
"I am"
Not wanting to make her wait, and only partially because that was a scheduled appointment, the feline went to open the door without wasting any time changing attire.
"Good morning, ms. Kal'Tsit"
The doctor nearly raised an eyebrow at the odd sight in front of her. Nearly.
"Do you need some more time?"
"No, it's fine. ... is something wrong?"
Kal'Tsit bent her neck ever so slightly to the side.
"No, if you are comfortable"
"Mnh"
Rosmontis stepped back to let Kal'Tsit in, the doctor closing the door behind herself and putting down a small bag of her own on the desk while taking another glance at the younger feline. She didn't know why Rosmontis was wearing a sleeveless leotard, but she figured that investigating that could come later. The black, form-fitting garment even nearly looked like a sort of item set with the feline's thigh straps, shoes, cape and gloves, but that thought didn't quite really make it into Kal'Tsit's mind anyway. She did, however, wonder if Rosmontis hand't somehow heard about cautus suits, associated them with Amiya due to her being a cautus and decided to get one for that reason. It didn't seem impossible, but it didn't seem like a very likely event either.
"Your last physical exam was two days ago, correct?" she asked while taking a few things out of her bag, most notably what resembled a small laptop.
Rosmontis reached for her terminal to make sure she wouldn't accidentally give a wrong answer. She remembered, but she wanted to be sure.
"Yes. Dr. Warfarin performed it"
"Did she find anything out of the ordinary?"
"No"
Kal'Tsit already knew that. The questions were just meant to preserve some semblance of professionalism, if however shallow. She couldn't deny that Rosmontis had become more stable ever since they started with that kind of treatment -Kal'Tsit had somewhat of an hard time actually referring to it as such, admittedly-, but she also had to admit that it was as far removed from any kind of proper medical procedure as anything could be, at least without getting into actually physically harmful activities.
As for how that entire thing got started in the first place, that had to do with Mon3tr. Kal'Tsit had learned one day that the creature and Rosmontis did a little bit more than just taking naps and cuddling and painting each other in their spare time.
"Tell me if either band is too tight"
Kal'Tsit checked Rosmontis' pulse, strapped a pair of small brecelets to her wrists, both covered in padded leather to hide the circuits and mechanical components in order to not agitate her, and checked her pulse again. Having sensors put on her was not something she liked, far from it, but when Kal'Tsit did it the act made the little feline feel oddly at ease. Although that particular reaction had everything to do with who she was interacting with and nothing with the act itself.
Kal'Tsit then placed another strap on her, this one going around her forehead. Getting her hair out of the way required a little bit of time, but not much, and once she was done with that the doctor briefly stepped away to the laptop to check a few things. Mostly if the signal was good and the readings stable. She wasn't expecting to see anything truly worthy of concern there, admittedly, but again. Professionalism.
"Anything to report?"
"Nothing"
"Very well. Is the door locked?"
"Ah"
Rosmontis got up and went to lock it. Kal'Tsit saw no fluctuations in the readings on the screen, but that much was expected. She had just made a few steps after all, noticing anything from that would've been a cause for serious concerns.
"Very well, we can start"
"Mnh" Rosmontis simply nodded, a little spark in her eyes and visible anticipation on her face.
For that kind of occasions, Kal'Tsit always made a point to wear a skirt and a button-up shirt with a zipper on the back rather than the off-shoulder dress she usually donned. She took off her coat, leaving it on the closest chair and moved to open her shirt, stopping upon noticing that Rosmontis was fidgeting a little. A little more than usual, that is. She doubted that to be caused by her odd choice of attire for the day, but she couldn't quite rule it out entirely.
"What is it?" she asked, as calm and collected as ever.
"Can I do it today?"
"I don't see a problem with that"
Kal'Tsit turned around and presented her back to Rosmontis, who approached with a little bit of hesitation she couldn't quite explain. She looked at her hands for a moment, and the realization that they weren't trembling soothed her somewhat. So she grabbed the zipper's pull-tab and dragged it all the way down, not too quickly. Because she'd been told it was good manners to not rush things, maybe? She wasn't sure. Either way, she opened it completely, and Kal'Tsit tugged the shirt forward a little, not enough to have it fall off her shoulders though. Rosmontis then stared at her back, nothing but the straps of a bra to hide a little patch of skin.
Kal'Tsit's choice of underwear was always plain, the little feline thought. Or rather, her general choice of attire was quite plain. She believed the doctor would look good in something more colorful, in just the same way she believed Amiya looked good when wearing long sleeves, or a tie, or long skirts, or boots, or hoods, or a shirt with buttons, or shorts.
Thinking about it, Amiya looked good in a lot of things, didn't she?
Her thoughts drifting back to the present, Rosmontis reached for the hooks of the bra and undid them. That took a short while to achieve as she wasn't really familiar with that piece of underwear, but she could recall having played with a few little puzzles consisting of small pieces of steel tangled together in the past, and those were decidedly harder to solve.
Just like the shirt, the bra didn't get taken off completely, just enough to leave Kal'Tsit's back completely bare.
"Shall we proceed?"
"Can I have a moment?"
"Take your time"
Kal'Tsit observed the laptop's monitor. There were some small fluctuations in the readings. A little surprising, perhaps, but not concerning in the slightest.
As for Rosmontis, she put her nose on Kal'Tsit's nape and placed her fingers on her back, taking a long sniff of her. The doctor's scent seeped into her nostrils, a tender fragrance which soothed her, made her feel at ease, relaxed, and then sent a gentle shiver through her skin, a soft warmth followed by a faint tingle of sort. She smelled her again, tapping the first vertebra of her spine. Kal'Tsit's spine was somewhat on the cold side, and not quite as smooth as Rosmontis kept imagining it to be, but the sensation was nonetheless pleasant. She tapped her again, taking more sniffs at her, tracing a small line along her back, feeling the bones hiding under the thin layer of skin and flesh covering them. Feeling Mon3tr.
"Thanks" she then said before stepping back and to the side.
"Mon3tr"
A small, black protusion pierced Kal'Tsit's skin from within, something that faintly resembled a bone. Rosmontis observed something visibly shifting and moving inside the doctor's back, and then the sound of skin tearing and flesh ripping and muscles rupturing began to fill the room. Kal'Tsit's tissues gave way as her spine began to grow and arch out of her, still joined to her at the neck and lower back while slowly twisting into a curve which left a gaping hole between the two connection points. It faintly resembled what an human spine was supposed to look like, but it seemed to be made of matte glass instead, black with dark green reflections, too many spikes along it, too big to possibly fit inside a person. Kal'Tsit made no sound, she didn't even move, even though her back looked like that of a mutilated, mutated corpse. But she wasn't bleeding, no. There was something pouring out of the gaping hole left where her spine had left its place, yes, but it was too bright in color to be blood, too viscous. It fell out of her in ligaments, but didn't quite reach the floor, latching on to itself, to Mon3tr and to the flaps of skin and flesh torn open.
No, all Kal'Tsit did was stare at the laptop, confirming that Rosmontis was only mildly agitated.
As for her back, that state of being was actually... rather relaxing, in a way. Almost pleasant perhaps, although that was not a word she would've chosen to describe it. Normally, Mon3tr would fully detach itself from her in merely the blink of an eye, and when that happened she would barely feel anything. She would be fully aware of the fact that it had separated from her back, yes, but it would be more of a sort of shared knowledge, the feeling itself would be one far too brief for her to normally notice, let alone associate to what its true source was. But when Mon3tr protuded like that from her, Kal'Tsit could absolutely feel it.
There was something strongly resembling pain in her back, an intense and searing sensation which reminded her of being stabbed front to back with a blade, though it would be more accurate to say that it was being stabbed that reminded her of having Mon3tr partially manifest instead. It felt somewhat chilly as well, air reaching where it normally shouldn't have. Then there was something entirely diametrically opposite to the first feeling, something that could almost pass for physical pleasure, a warm tingle of sort which lingered in the hole in her back and crawled around the surrounding flesh and skin, rippling along her ribs and into her organs. Plus a faint sense of alert, of being exposed and vulnerable. All those things mostly balanced each other out in the end, somewhat like mixing a strong acid and a strong base. It was that result which Kal'Tsit found relaxing.
Then there were the feelings of Mon3tr, because when they were still so deeply linked together their physical sensations were shared. The peculiar state of having more than half of one's body compressed into a shape other than its most natural state and confined within the flesh of another being was not something Kal'Tsit had ever even seriously tried describing, but as for the part of Mon3tr's body which was currently sticking out of her back? That was much more easier to put into words. It felt breezy. The air was somewhat warm, but it was all around her -its- cold, rigid skin, a partial feeling of suspension to make her almost believe she was floating.
Then there was Rosmontis' touch, Kal'Tsit could feel that too.
The little feline had her hands on Mon3tr, some peculiar, red ligaments still latching its body -which currently looked like a monstrously large, deformed vertebral column of sort- to the gaping hole in Kal'Tsit's back. Her touch was soft but rather confident, she was used to touching Mon3tr after all, and the faint growl of the creature meant that it was quite fond of her palms on its skin too. The creature was cold and hard to the touch, with occasional pulses of heat flowing under its sturdy skin, and Rosmontis would sometimes try to follow those pulses with her hands.
Moreso than that, however, it was the scent that truly lured her in.
Kal'Tsit's scent, that fragrance Rosmontis found most distinctive and alluring, poured from her open back like perfume from a censer, filling her nose and sending a most pleasant, soothing jolt through her body, a tender sort of shock somewhat similar to that of electricity and yet wholly unlike it at the same time. The little feline pushed her nose against Mon3tr, against the doctor's bare, exposed spine, and breathed in their scent, her scent, following its body which still appeared to be sectioned into vertebrae, nearly getting high on that bewitching aroma, gently running her hands along the creature too, low growls to vocalize its approval.
Kal'Tsit kept staring at the tablet. The readings had spiked somewhat, but that was within expectations. If anything, high values were a good sign, so long as Rosmontis remained that collected. It meant she was getting better at keeping herself under control even when she wasn't calm.
A small part of the doctor's mind wandered to her spine, twisted and bent and exposed and deformed. Rosmontis' hands felt especially soft and small as they touched her there, but there was a certain something that relaxed her in it. Incidentally, that reminded her that she technically had an appointment scheduled with Perfumer for a therapeutic massage two days later. But she was busy, as always. Maybe she would have to cancel it. Again.
Rosmontis, on her part, couldn't really think about anything other than Kal'Tsit, Mon3tr and Kal'Tsit's scent permeating them, so engrossed she was in it that she ended up following the spine to the point where it snuck back into the doctor's flesh, muscles and tendrils exposed, red ligaments holding her back together, a faint scent of blood reaching the feline's nose, strong enough to be noticed, not intense enough to distract her. Her hands ended up on Kal'Tsit's shoulders, but she pulled them away once she had realized where she was touching her. The doctor's ears twitched once or twice. Then a third time as she felt Rosmontis hinch closer to the space in her back where her spine was supposed to be, currently empty instead. She heard her take a long, deep sniff.
Truthfully, Kal'Tsit had never quite figured out why Rosmontis liked her scent so much. She had run a few tests about it, but the only conclusion she could come to was that it was simply a matter of personal preference. Strong, unusual personal preference.
"Ms. Kal'Tsit, can I... touch it?"
"I have to strongly advise against doing that"
"Mnh. I understand. Sorry"
"This is not something to apologize about"
"... mnh"
And so, taking care to keep a certain distance, Rosmontis leaned forward, getting her nose as close to the cavity in Kal'Tsit's back without touching it. The doctor's scent was especially intense there, so much so that it completely filled the little feline's nostrils, pushing whatever other fragrance might've been lingering within out. She sniffed her, and again, once more, and she kept taking in her scent, holding on to Kal'Tsit's exposed spine -to Mon3tr- with one hand and occasionally pinching her own cheeks with the other. The faint, tender warmth spreading through her as she drifted further into the doctor's scent, the gentle tingle prickling up her skin and fur, the sense of comfort and safety, it all made her feel somewhat sleepy. But she didn't want to actually fall asleep, she wanted to keep lingering in that aroma, to savor it. So she pinched herself again a little bit as she moved her nose along Kal'Tsit's back, along Mon3tr's twisted body, along the cavity in her back.
Kal'Tsit, on her part, didn't quite mind. If anything, she found that state of partial release of Mon3tr quite... pleasant, in its own way. However, that state was also rather taxing on her body, not to mention that it had no actual, real use application of any sort, if anything it was quite impractical to stay like that, which is why they hardly ever did it. In that sense, the doctor was slightly glad that Rosmontis had such odd tastes. Still, she had never been the one to initiate this kind of meetings, and they would stop as soon as Rosmontis decided to. Well, that or Kal'Tsit would eventually bring an end to them herself, for a series of reason. For the time being, however, she simply kept staring at the laptop. The readings were good.
Then, however, Kal'Tsit's terminal started ringing.
Rosmontis got a little startled, and Kal'Tsit gave her a few seconds to step back and to the side, giving the doctor enough room to move around without having her exposed spine bump into her. She reached for said terminal and looked at the newly arrived message.
"I'm sorry, Rosmontis" she said as she got up, her voice neutral as ever, her ears lying a little lower than usual, a subtle but perhaps intentional display "We'll have to end the session early today"
"No, I understand"
Kal'Tsit was a busy woman, Rosmontis was well aware of that.
"... Mon3tr"
The creature let out a low, long growl, its body beginning to slide further out of Kal'Tsit from the nape and twisting into a more regular, if still jagged, shape. Four protusions began to grow along it as a larger, more defined part eventually popped out of Kal'Tsit, disconnecting from her on that end, flesh and skin and tissues tearing, those peculiar, red liquid which resembled but wasn't blood latching on, holding everything together and beginning to close up her back as a temporary replacement of her spine began to sprout from her lower back.
If only that kind of healing process was something her entire body was capable of, instead of it being limited to a patch-up solution to accomodate for Mon3tr's times of operational activity, she would've had quite a few less problems dealing with certain situations in the past. But she had long stopped complaining about such things, assuming that she had ever even done so in the first place.
Mon3tr began to slide its tail out of her lower back as well, the rest of its body taking the size and shape Rosmontis was more familiar with as its sensory connection with Kal'Tsit grew weaker. Just like the doctor, the serpentine creature quite liked that state of partial manifestation, and separating itself from her that slowly was a most pleasant experience for them both. Admittedly, Mon3tr wouldn't have minded doing that every now and then, but it knew that Kal'Tsit lacked, if not the interest, at least the time for such things.
"I will return later" the doctor said as she fixed up her clothes "Or send you a message if I can't. Can I ask you to keep the sensors on until you leave your dormitory, Rosmontis?"
The feline simply nodded, her ears lying a bit low. Mon3tr twisted one of its limbs into a deformed but somewhat functional hand and rested it on her little head, gently rubbing it with its large palm. Rosmontis got on her tiptoes a little bit to lean into its touch. Kal'Tsit briefly wondered how long it'd been since Mon3tr had last gotten that fond of someone. But that wasn't really important, no. Another brief exchange of words, and then Kal'Tsit left them to their own devices. She had a good idea of what they were going to do anyway, after all.
With that said, nothing really happened for a while, aside from Rosmontis locking the door again and checking her terminal to be sure she hadn't taken any other commitments for the day. After that she simply sat down and let Mon3tr pet her head gently, another large hand softly scratching her chin, a third one held in front of her face for her to grab and sniff. The fourth one was actually scratching Mon3tr's own head, however, because despite all the things the two had done together the creature couldn't help but have a vague feeling that the little feline's clothes were...
... it didn't actually know. Something about that garment felt wrong, but the reason why it caused the odd combination of mild unease and vague attraction it was feeling escaped it. Kal'Tsit would probably be able to explain it, where Mon3tr to ask, but it wasn't sure if it really even wanted to anyway. Besides, Kal'Tsit had just gone away.
Still, the creature did like the way that black leotard hugged Rosmontis' body. Her shoes complimented it well, and it almost looked like a set with the thigh straps the feline usually worn. The two straps running up to her shoulders framed her upper chest nicely, and Mon3tr had a feeling that the glaring lack of fabric on her back would make it especially pleasant to caress her there, though her cape would admittedly get in the way for that. Her gloves -where did her gloves go?
"Is something wrong?" Rosmontis asked with a certain kind of worry in her voice as she turned around to look at it in the eyes.
She had noticed a faint hesitation in its touch, after all. The creature shook its head, hissing a little bit while gesticulating. That wasn't proper sign language, but the two of them had developed a sort of code of their own for Mon3tr to communicate at least somewhat through its inability to speak.
It was far from failproof, but it did beat having to wait around for Mon3tr to write out entire sentences on paper.
"This?"
Seeing that she was about to get up, Mon3tr backed off slightly and gave her enough room to move. The feline turned around a couple of times, recalling what Blaze had told her. It was... probably fine to wear that with Mon3tr too, yes.
"Do you know if it has a name?"
Mon3tr shook its head. Kal'Tsit would've been able to not only answer that question, but also explain why that particular kind of leotard was called a cautus suit to begin with. But again, Kal'Tsit wasn't there at the moment.
"Does it look bad?"
Mon3tr shook its head again, sliding an hand between her long hair and one underneath her cape and over her bare back to caress her a couple of times. Its touch was gentle but firm, its skin rough and cold but occasionally warm for brief moments, and it made her feel at ease. She walked up to Mon3tr, snuggling against its body and smelling it. The creature shared the same scent as Kal'Tsit, after all. Or rather, there was a thin but seemingly everlasting layer of Kal'Tsit's scent lingering around Mon3tr, the creature itself didn't quite have a scent of its own, but Rosmontis didn't really see any difference in that.
Mon3tr remained still for a while, being content with just cuddling like that, stroking her a little bit, enjoying the soft feel of her tiny body under its large hands, the sounds she made as she pushed her nose against its serpentine body and smelled it. Or smelled Kal'Tsit, technically, but Mon3tr didn't really care about pure technicalities of that kind. It noticed that her ears were lying low, however, and her tail was waving a little bit, and not in the good way. It... made sense, it figured. Those occasions were rare, after all, and the fact that Kal'Tsit had had to cancel it halfway through was sure to have left Rosmontis disappointed. No, knowing her, she was probably dejected instead. Mon3tr didn't like seeing her like that.
So it gently grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, getting a slightly startled meow out of the feline. Joining its hands beneath her to make her a functional, if not all that comfortable seat, Mon3tr pulled her forward a little and poked her nose with its snout before opening its mouth and raising its tongue, a long and crystalline-looking appendage, irregular but smooth, almost bright red in color.
"Do you want to play?" Rosmontis asked, her ears perking up a little at the thought.
Mon3tr hissed softly, tapping her nose again with its tongue.
"Mnh"
Rosmontis opened her mouth in turn, and Mon3tr gave her the time to plant a few soft kisses on its head, to lick it a few times. Its skin was smooth and cold, not too pleasant to lick admittedly, but it left a mildly bitter aftertaste on her tongue which reminded her of Kal'Tsit for some reason. Then Mon3tr moved back a little, lifting its head above hers and sliding its tongue past her lips. Rosmontis took in the scent emanating from the appendage and, moreso than that, from the viscous, thick red fluid seeping out of it, what she had always assumed to be Mon3tr's saliva. It had a most peculiar taste, mildly spicy with a cool aftertaste, and it smelled like Kal'Tsit too. Rosmontis ran her own tongue over Mon3tr's one, lapping up its saliva slowly, spreading it around in her mouth to fully savor its taste before gulping it down, one little gulp at the time to avoid having it stick to her throat. And as she swallowed it, a tingling warmth began to spark to life within her, a sort of damp need, a soft hache. She endured it for the time being, because she liked the taste of Mon3tr's saliva and wanted to savor it some more, even though each new gulp made the feeling grow more intense, an itch getting stronger between her legs. But Mon3tr also liked to run its tongue around inside her mouth, so she let it do that too, purring a little as the creature gently scratched her behind her ears with its large, misshaped fingers.
Then Mon3tr pulled its hands -and, by extension, Rosmontis sitting on them- back, enough to be face to face with her.
Her ears weren't downcast anymore, but the small sways of her tail made it think that she was still a little down about the sudden interruption.
So it growled a bit loudly, making weird gestures with its two free hands. Rosmontis stared intensely, admittedly a little curious. It closed its hands on each other, then... pretended to ran something around another thing? And then held said supposed thing up, maybe? Oh, perhaps she knew what it was trying to say.
"You want a present from me?"
A staggeringly close guess, that one, but a little off still. Mon3tr shook its head and pointed to her and to itself alternatively in quick succession.
"You want to give me something?" she asked again, with a somewhat noticeable tilt of her head.
This time Mon3tr nodded. Rosmontis tilted her head the other way. She seemed a little unsure, perhaps confused, quite definitively surprised. Mon3tr had a really hard time getting its hands on gifts, after all. Still, since she showed no intention of rejecting the offer, the serpentine being carefully put her back on the floor, spending perhaps a couple more moments than it had need to simply looking at how well the leotard hugged her body.
Then it briefly covered its eyes with all four hands.
Rosmontis blinked. She hadn't really expected that but, thinking about it, it made sense. If Mon3tr had a present for her it probably wanted it to be a surprise. So she brought both hands to her face, closed her eyes and then covered them too.
A familiar sound then reached her ears. It vaguely resembled that of glass shattering, but it was somewhat soft. It also didn't last just a moment, but rather kept going, on and on, for minutes on end. Rosmontis couldn't help but picture a weird sort of glass waterfall gently crashing into the ground. She knew that noise, it was the one Mon3tr produced when it changed the shape of some parts of its body -like when it twisted its normally pointy limbs into relatively functional hands-, but that usually lasted only a short while. This time it kept going on and on, and it even seemed like it was moving, slowly coming to the sides rather than just from in front of her. Rosmontis was getting really curious, but she still kept her eyes shut and covered.
Then Mon3tr growled a little, though its voice sounded a little bit... sharper? Softer? And when it tapped her shoulder, its fingers felt smaller too. Rosmontis opened her eyes, and then blinked, at least three times in the span of seven seconds.
Mon3tr was there in front of her, that much was not surprising. But it was small. Still larger than her, yes, but the difference was nowhere near as stark as it usually was. And there were three of it, one a little smaller still and one being not that much bigger than Rosmontis herself, the two smaller ones connected to the larger one by a long protusion going from their backs to its, a sort of tube somewhat similar in appearance to its tongue.
Rosmontis blinked again, tilting her head this way and that in confusion, but both her ears and tail were standing up.
She had no idea Mon3tr could do something like that. And, to be totally honest, that was simply not a thing Mon3tr usually did at all either. That was less of a functionality and more of an unintended feature, so to speak, a slight misuse of its ability to change shape between its normal form, a little floating crystal and Kal'Tsit's spine. Altering itself to such a significant degree as to nearly split into three was not only a rather long procedure, it also destabilized its internal structure. Not to the point of putting it in danger just by doing that, no, but enough to make it counterproductive in any real combat scenario. Coordinating its movements was also kinda hard in state too. And, more generally speaking, Mon3tr just couldn't really see any situation where shapeshifting in any significant way could be a better solution than just stabbing, slashing, firing a laser from its mouth or any other thing it could do with its normal form. Kal'Tsit was the one usually doing the thinking, admittedly, but that was an entirely different matter. And besides, Kal'Tsit herself had never really had Mon3tr make use of that unintented feature either.
Rosmontis, on her part, was still a little stunned.
Perhaps because of that, Mon3tr -well, one of them- floated up to her and pushed its snout against her neck, the coldness of its skin and the warmth of its tongue getting a weak, startled meowl out of her. She reached for its abnormally small body, as if to make sure that it was still really Mon3tr, and she couldn't really tell any difference in the scent surrounding it, in the way its skin felt under her palms or in the way its hands were carefully sliding along her legs and hips, sending gentle shivers through her. Aside from the size itself, granted.
Another Mon3tr moved to her side and started caressing her back and shoulders, one hand occasionally catching a tender feel of her little butt, the leotard covering it while emphatising its shape at the same time, stoking that tingly feeling its saliva had sparked within her a little while earlier, the first Mon3tr's tongue occasionally making her giggle a little when it touched her neck. She bent down a little, getting her nose as close to it as she could. It still smelled just like Kal'Tsit, and the scent hadn't even gotten any weaker either, something she had subconsciously feared would follow its shrinking. So she reached forward, inviting the third Mon3tr -the original, we could say- in. The creature didn't hesitate, though the feline noticed the movements of the other two becoming a little slower and more aimless for a few seconds. She paid it little mind, however, simply cupping Mon3tr's face with both hands instead, poking it with her nose a few times and letting it poke her back before kissing it again, or doing the closest thing to a kiss they could do given its mouth structure at least.
Then Rosmontis pulled back ever so slightly and got on her knees, because she knew Mon3tr wanted to play just as much as her. The other two moved aside a little, just enough to give her all the room she needed to move without actually stopping caressing her, and the feline found herself getting lost in their loving touch for a few moments before remembering what she had meant to do. So she ran her fingers along its body, looking for a slight, hidden depression on its skin. Finding it took her a little bit more than usual admittedly, she wasn't used to it being that small -relatively speaking- and that was kind of throwing her off, but she still did. She pushed down a little, trying to slide her fingers into what felt like a sort of thin crevice, and sort of dragged out, sort of eased out Mon3tr's member from its body, the appendage quickly growing just as stiff and hard as the rest of the creature, except for a slightly softer outer layer.
But it was much smaller than Rosmontis was used to. Not surprising in the slightest, considering the current situation, but the feline hadn't actually thought about that and the sight left her a little startled again. The constant caresses on her bare back and legs, however, calmed her down right away, and she allowed herself to relish in the way her butt was getting gently fondled and her tail tenderly caressed for a short while, the pleasant, soft touch of the third Mon3tr's fingers as it started to pat her head and scratch her behind the head delaying her a little bit more still, a soft purr beginning to fill the room. But she eventually brought herself back under control and pushed her head against Mon3tr's member.
The first thing she did was take a long sniff at it. Much like the rest of Mon3tr, that part of it was covered in Kal'Tsit's scent too, and the little feline smelled it intensely, relishing the pleasant, soothing aroma, resting the stiff appendage against her face and rubbing herself against it a little bit to get some of that scent to stick to her, if only a little. Then she started licking it too, because Mon3tr seemed to like it when she did that, because the lingering aroma of Kal'Tsit seemed to get stronger when she did that -this was possibly just her impression, admittedly-, because she just liked doing that. A red, somewhat transparent and a little viscous fluid began to pour from the tip as Rosmontis ran her tongue up and down along it a little bit, then she closed her lips around the head of its member. The fluid was warm, a little sweet and a little sour at the same time, the conflicting tastes mixing in a pleasant way on her tongue as she lapped it up at the source, her soft purring and Mon3tr's low growls mixing together as the creature kept tenderly stroking her all over.
Still, Rosmontis couldn't help but notice that the act itself was feeling a little odd that day.
She was used to having her entire mouth filled up whenever she did that to Mon3tr, and having enough room to move its member around inside her mouth instead felt a little weird. But she didn't quite mind it either. The amount of tasty fluid it was leaking was also lower than what she was accustomed to, which was a shame, but she could better savor it with the added free space, so all things considered she didn't find that particular state to be particularly better or worse. She grabbed its member with both hands, her touch much more gentle than it really had any need to be, and started rubbing along its length, moving her mouth up and down along it at the same time. She found the fact that she could get much more of its length into her mouth than usual to be amusing, in a rather weird way. It was a little bit more comfortable too, her jaw wasn't getting that tired, but she also couldn't quite feel the occasional pulses of heat flowing through Mon3tr as well with its reduced size.
A warm shiver ran up her spine as she felt one of the other Mon3tr move around, its hands sliding underneath her cape again, grabbing hold of her butt and hips more firmly, its body pushing her back up to her feet to slide beneath her as the other Mon3tr floated upwards with her to not break their connection. Slightly cold air reached her wet privates as the one who had positioned itself between her legs used its tongue to push the leotard and her panties to the side, baring her moist entrance. Then, still with its tongue as it was long enough and it didn't want to take its hands off her, the serpentine creature began to gently poke at her stiff clit.
Tender sparks shot through her, her purrs briefly turning into a slightly louder meowl as warm pleasure started to scratch that itch she'd been feeling for a while, her mind melting a little into all the ways Mon3tr was lovingly cuddling her, the third one still caressing her back and shoulders and tail, her cape still on her but pushed to the side to not get in the way.
But simply enjoying all of that didn't feel fair to Rosmontis, so she made an effort to start moving her hands and head again, slowly going up and down along Mon3tr's member, licking it along the way to lap up its odd secretion, the way her body trembled ever so slightly as the other one gently teased her clit and slid its own tongue inside of her being almost more pleasant to Mon3tr than her servicing it like that. It made sure to continue scratching and petting her head, it knew she loved that, and it also liked her occasional pauses to savor the scent of Kal'Tsit. They continued like that for a little while, but Rosmontis wasn't used to both give and receive like that. She found herself breathing heavily, her fur prickled up, the pleasure building up in her nethers oddly quickly despite the softness of Mon3tr's touch. The creature noticed this however, feeling her hold on to its body with both hands, her legs trembling ever so slightly.
And so, to avoid making her feel like they were in any hurry, it refrained from further touching her nethers, sliding its tongue back out and caressing her inner thighs instead, occasionally sliding its tongue between the tight leotard and her skin to run it over her belly, the constant caresses making Rosmontis feel especially at ease and even getting an ever so soft giggle out of her every now and then, the aroma of Kal'Tsit all around her giving her an especially strong sense of safety and relaxation.
Still, not finishing what she had started felt unfair, perhaps even rude, and so she started moving her head again after having caught her breath. She had a feeling Mon3tr was kind of twitching inside her mouth, but maybe that was just an impression. She wasn't used to being able to take so much of its member past her lips, after all, and that made her worry that maybe she wasn't doing it right. So, having a rather good grasp on what the creature liked, she closed her lips around its length and dragged them back up while taking care to lap up as much of its preseed as she could with her tongue, she liked the taste too after all. Then she began to focus on its tip, although where exactly said tip ended was honestly more of a subjective matter than an observable point. Still, she knew that Mon3tr was sort of sensitive around that area, so she focused on sucking and licking it, taking occasional pauses to either lap up its fluids or simply enjoy the caresses she was being showered in.
The twitches of its member became more noticeable, more seed pouring out from the tip as its low hiss slowly turned into a growl, his four hands lying slightly rougher scratches on her head and neck, althogh the other two Mon3trs seemed to get a little less cohordinated at the same time. Rosmontis was a tiny bit confused by that last detail, but she decided to not pay it all that much attention and simply focus on the larger Mon3tr, the caresses all over her body both stoking the tingly fire between her legs and helping her not think too much about it at the same time. She began to also rub and stroke and caress the rest of its member with one hand, simply holding on to its body with the other, warmer pulses of heat flowing more and more frequently through its length as its growl grew louder. The scent surrounding it also became a little thicker, much to her delight, and that only spurred Rosmontis to continue, perhaps even to be a little more intense in her ministrations, until she felt an especially hot pulse running through the creature's body.
A much warmer, much thicker but not all that much stickier fluid began to pour from the tip of its member right into her little mouth, intensely but not violently, the strong taste and aroma sending a warm shiver through her skin and down her spine, giving her pleasant goosebumps and making her fur stand on end a little bit.
It took her a few seconds to realize that, given Mon3tr's current size, the amount released would be much lower than usual. On one hand, that made the entire thing feel more comfortable for her, not as much seed sticking to the inner side of her cheeks, to her teeth and to her gums. Lapping it all up and swallowing it in small gulps took a lot less time too, not to mention that she even managed to hold much more than usual into her mouth. Normally most of it would end up spilling out due to just how much of it Mon3tr would release, after all. At the same time, however, she sort of liked it better when the amount was large. She couldn't tell why though.
Either way, she resumed sucking the tip of the creature's member once her mouth was clean -relatively clean, that is- and running her tongue over it too, rubbing the rest of its length with both hands to get some more of its seed out of it, into her mouth and down her throat, then pulled back at last. Some had still managed to end up on her chin and some more had trailed down Mon3tr's member, but there was hardly anything on the floor. Or rather, on the other Mon3tr still floating beneath her. That was probably not a problem, Mon3tr's seed would end up evaporating on its own after a while anyway. She spent a couple of moments looking at its member, the mix of its own fluids and her saliva making it almost glisten under the artificial lights of her room, and the sight made the tingle between her legs turn into an ache. So she tucked at the creature, giving it a surprisingly innocent stare, her tail standing up, her ears bending a little to the side.
Mon3tr spent another short while simply enjoying her soft skin under its palms and fingers, her warmth and just her appearance in general before backing away a little. Rosmontis stared at him for a couple of seconds, blinking, then she remembered what they usually did in those situations. She turned around and reached under her bed, taking a plastic bag out from there and pulling out the sheet contained within, something that kind of looked synthetic. Rosmontis didn't remember what material that was -she had written it down in her terminal however- but she did remember that it was easy to wash, so much so she could even do it herself in the bathroom of her quarter. Mon3tr helped her putting it over the bed, the creature's secretions didn't leave stains but hers kind of did and that sheet would make the later cleanup a whole lot easier. Then it helped her get on top of bed. The feline didn't exactly hate doing that on the floor, but it was cold and quite uncomfortable. The bed was a lot better. She blinked again upon seeing one of the three Mon3tr lying down on the sheet, but she figured out quickly enough that it wanted her to sit on it. She spent another few seconds staring at its member, a fact that sort of vaguely made Mon3tr feel a weird mixture of self-consciousness and inadequacy. The little feline, on her part, figured that it made sense. The creature was normally just too big for them to try that position, she'd hurt herself were she to seriously try to sit on it, but given its current size it would probably be fine. That had even gotten her a little curious, admittedly.
And so she walked up to that Mon3tr, placing one foot on each side of it. She instinctively tried to remove her panties, only then realizing that she'd have to take off the leotard to do that. But she didn't really want to spend that much time on it, so she simply pulled both leotard and underwear aside and lowered herself. She realized halfway through that she wasn't quite sure how to do that right, however, and a total of twelve hands gently helped her down.
The tip eventually touched her damp, hot nethers. The rest of its length entered her much more swiftly than she was used to -though technically that had been her dropping down on it-, enough to make her let out a little gasp, or a meowl maybe, that one had been rather ambiguous. It felt... not as filling, no. She could still feel her inner walls being pushed open, pleasant pressure applied from within, but it was a much milder stimulation. Still, the quickness with which Mon3tr had penetrated her had sent a warm spark up her spine, and the fact itself of having nearly its entire length within herself instead of just a part as usual made her feel kind of... fuzzy. There was something endearing about that, something intimate, but she wasn't entirely sure why she even felt that way to begin with.
Mon3trs' hands pulled her cape to the side once again and slowly resumed to gently pat and caress her all over, two in particular focusing on the area of her lower back around the base of her tail. That part was a rather sensitive ones for most races and for felines in particular, and Rosmontis once again found herself drifting off into the tender pleasantness of the touch, although the itch between her legs was getting harder and harder to ignore. Sitting on Mon3tr like that felt new, and while its member didn't fill her as much as she was used to, it did stirr her in a different way. Two small hands reached for her butt, giving it a slightly firmer squeeze, while the smallest Mon3tr began to fondle her chest -what little chest she had- through the fabric of her quite risque attire. That was new as well, its hands and fingers were usually a bit too large to caress her petite mouds like that. Of all things, that was probably the only one Rosmontis found to undoubtedly like better about its reduced size, everything else was more of a shift in quality rather than an improvement or a downgrade.
But, again, simply enjoying its touch like that felt wrong. Two deformed hands ran through her hair and cupped her cheeks, and she rested her own palms on them to reassure Mon3tr that everything was fine. Then she brought them back to its body, adjusting herself a little, every little motion of her hips sending a soft jolt through her muscles. And, once she had found an angle which felt both comfortable and pleasant, she tried to move her hips back up.
That, too, was a somewhat novel experience for her. Given how stark the difference in size between them usually was, after all, maneuvering with its member inside of her was a rather hard thing to do, so Mon3tr usually did most of the moving itself. She pushed down on the Mon3tr beneath her a little with both hands to lift herself up, moving her hips at the same time, soft purrs escaping her all the while. Her first two or three attempts were rather awkward, partially because having the other two Mon3trs around her did leave her with a somewhat limited space to move in, but they nonetheless sent a pleasant warmth through her, the hard fingers scratching her lower back sending a different but equally welcomed tingle across her skin and flesh. She slowly picked up the pace, without ever really getting fast, trying to find a rhythm which could work for the both of them, and at one point Mon3tr even pushed her shoulders down a little to stop her when it felt like she was trying to overdo it for its sake. The feline took the chance to adjust her breath and relish the petting a little more, then settled into a more comfortable pace.
Once again, Mon3tr's low hissing gradually turned into a slightly louder growl as Rosmontis kept moving up and down along its member, the creature making a point to never stop scratching her ears, patting her head or caressing her all over, it knew just how much she liked that after all. This time, however, the feline's breathing also began to grow heavier and more ragged, pleasant tingles slowly spreading from her nethers across her flesh, the feeling having a sudden outburst in intensity when Mon3tr slid one of its tongues past her lips and coiled it around her own, its saliva seeping into her mouth and getting slowly gulped down.
The creature gently grabbed hold of her hips and made sure she wouldn't move them anymore as soon as it felt her insides contracting around its length, stopping itself at the same time -the one exception being the hands petting her head- to make sure she wouldn't get overwhelmed by the sensation, her fur standing straight up as the pleasure tipped over and poured into the rest of her body, a soft, long meowl leaving her as she reached her climax and savored it slowly, her hands closing down on Mon3tr and gripping it tightly, her nose taking in ample sniffs of the exciting and yet soothing scent surrounding her.
The serpentine being waited for her breathing to resume, then waited a bit more, and only then resumed caressing her all over, although it still made a point to not move either its or her hips. Rosmontis panted a little, then caressed its head -well, one of its heads- too.
A little yelp escaped her as she felt another Mon3tr, the smallest one, move behind her, something cold and stiff having just pushed the leotard aside from her butt too and now poking at her rear entrance as well. She had assumed that to be its tongue at first, that wouldn't have been her first time being licked inside there by Mon3tr after all, but then she remembered that, given its current size, that had to be something else, its tongue would've felt a lot smaller than usual after all.
Rosmontis felt... a little nervous, perhaps, but at the same time curious. She had read about something like that once or twice, and she did wonder how it would feel. So she gave Mon3tr her ok and they started moving a little to see how exactly to accomodate that too, since she didn't really want it to pull out from her front yet. In the end, the feline ended up leaning forward, almost lying on top of the Mon3tr beneath her, that act alone sending soft jolts through her hips as its member moved aruond inside of her. Then two hands reached for hers, holding on to her and letting her do the same in turn.
Another yelp escaped her as something slowly slid into her rear, though from its warmth, its size, the way it carefully moved and twisted around and -mostly- by the warm fluid seeping out of it, she figured that to be a tongue. She wasn't sure why it was still doing that instead of simply penetrating her, to be completely honest, but if that's what it liked then she didn't mind. The feeling itself was one she was somewhat used to already, after all, and while not exactly pleasant, she didn't really find it uncomfortable either. Then, however, something similar to pleasure slowly began to hit her as Mon3tr kept slowly moving its tongue back and forth inside of her butt, carefully stretching it a little bit and lubricating it as much as it could, taking all the time it figured was needed, feeling Rosmontis' sweat falling down every now and then from her skin, that particular kind of ache rearing its head again inside her mind.
"Mon3tr" she simply said as she stared at it with that somehow perfectly innocent, soft expression of hers.
The creature growled a bit, cupping her cheeks gently and positioning its second self properly. The Mon3tr behind her leaned forward too, its hands joining those of the one beneath her to tenderly hold and caress her hips, her back, her thighs and her breasts as its member aligned itself with her rear entrance.
Rosmontis meowled somewhat loudly as she was penetrated again, a sense of fullness more intense than she had expected taking over her. Mon3tr was taking care to move slowly, as slowly as it could, but the way Rosmontis was squeezing its hands and contracting around its other member already fully inside her made it stop completely. The little feline panted a little, surprised and somewhat mortified. She had grown used to Mon3tr's honestly rather excessive girth and length, but that was different. The feeling of her insides getting pushed open from two different spots at the same time, one part in particular ending up squeezed between them, was more powerful than she had thought. It felt a little uncomfortable, but rather nice too. Besides, in that position she had Mon3tr both beneath and above her, the third one floating right in front of her too, and just being surrounded like that by Kal'Tsit's scent would've been in itself enough to make her purr.
When it seemed that she had caught her breath, Mon3tr slowly pushed forward inside of her again, and Rosmontis simply moaned out, relishing the deepening of their connection. Eventually, Mon3tr either fully inserted itself or figured it couldn't push any more of its member in her rear without hurting her, and stopped. They remained still for a while longer like that, even the petting had come to a near complete halt. Her breathing was ragged, but not terribly so. She was sweating, but not to the point of making Mon3tr worry. Her tail was standing up, much like her fur, but her soft purrs made it clear that she was ultimately feeling at ease. Still, Mon3tr waited on, because that was their first time trying something like that and it didn't want to make he feel overwelmed. As a matter of fact, it was the little feline who eventually tried to move her hips on her own.
That felt more awkward than pleasant, however, and she quickly realized that she couldn't quite move properly along both members buried within her. Again, Mon3tr noticed it and growled something, pairing its vocalization with a few gestures. Rosmontis bent her head a little. She was fairly sure she had understood the message, so she lifted herself off the Mon3tr beneath her a little bit, giving it some room to move, and nodded.
Carefully, the two creatures surrounding her grabbed hold of her body with a little bit more strength. The one behind her began to slowly pull out of her rear, an intense, acute warmth running up her spine and escaping through her lips as pleasure began to pour into her body, Mon3tr moving so far back she nearly felt its tip leaving her rear. Then it stopped, gave her a few seconds to adjust herself and breathe in, and started pushing itself back in, at the same time the one buried in her other entrance started to pull out. A loud, somewhat startled but mostly pleased meowl escaped her as she felt the hard, smooth but irregular surfaces of the two members scratching her from within. It felt pleasant, warm, intimate, but also intense, as if every little motion was forcing air out of her lungs. Mon3tr slowed down a little, trying to find the pace she would enjoy the most.
But then she looked up, at the third one still floating in front of her, and the creature got lost in those alluring green eyes of her, in their wordless invitation, on those tiny lips, on those little fangs poking out from behind them. It moved forward and upward a bit, positioning itself, but still waited for Rosmontis herself to act, in case she didn't want to go through with it.
But, much to its pleasure -and even moreso to her own- Rosmontis reached for its member with both hands and took it into her little, welcoming mouth again. Mon3tr readjusted its hold on her head and, wanting her to do as little as possible in order to better enjoy the experience, began to gently thrust past her lips on its own. That slowed down its movements further, coordinating three bodies and twelve limbs like that was hard enough already and all the stimulation it was getting didn't make any of that easier, but it figured that was for the better anyway. It still remembered what happened the last time it accidentally overstimulated Rosmontis while making love, and... well, that's decidedly not something the creature wanted to go through again.
But that was then, no need to linger on that. And so Mon3tr kept scratching her head, making her pur as it slowly pushed past her lips, feeling her tongue running around its stiff member as much as it could -which meant not much, admittedly- to lap up its seed. The other two Mon3trs moving back and forth in her lower entrances, slowly but steadily stirring her up from within, kept dragging a soft but constant stream of soft moans out of her. The feline still made a point to continue taking deep sniffs of Mon3tr, the soothing aroma making the pleasure building up within her feel a little less intense, a little more tender, allowing her to savor it more.
The creature pulled out from her mouth then, partially to make sure she was doing fine, but that seemed to displease her. She didn't want to break their connection and, since she couldn't quite move to take its member back in her mouth, she simply pushed her head forward against it, rubbing her entire face along its stiff, hard, warm length to sniff it and lick the mix of saliva and preseed coating it, the taste making her feel light and slightly disoriented. Mon3tr figured she liked that too and indulged her a bit, letting her rub her face against its member for a while longer and focusing on moving the other two bodies in the meanwhile, picking up the pace a little.
Rosmontis, having noticed it, tried to shake her hips on her own again, she didn't like the idea of letting Mon3tr do most of the work by itself, but once again she had to face the fact that her current position and situation simply didn't allow her to move the way she'd have liked to. The creature noticed the slight downturn of her ears, and tried to make up for it by moving an hand beneath her chin and scratching her there as well. Her purrs grew a bit louder in response, and the feline sank a little deeper into the intense warmth building up in her nether regions.
Feeling her muscles growing a little bit stiffer, Mon3tr carefully inserted its member inside her mouth again, feeling her lick and suck as if to try and get it clear from all the fluids stuck to it, the intense scent making her feel a little bit dizzy. Mon3tr slowed down somewhat again, looking for the best pace and eventually coming to the conclusion that adjusting its grasp on her hips and moving those by itself to better match its own motions made the entire thing a lot simpler and a fair bit more pleasant too. Rosmontis' voice began to grow louder, less composed, her moans muffled by the thick member tenderly moving back and forth inside her mouth, and Mon3tr tried to focus enough to fondle her petite chest with more precision, gently poking her nipples while the creature behind her slid out its tongue and reached for her clit, softly teasing her there as well, making sure no not poke it too strongly. The little feline began to sweat more profusely, the leotard sticking to her body even more as her body began to tremble slightly, her fur standing up and her heart beating faster.
Mon3tr resisted the urge to cover her eyes, to grab her wrists and ankles and fully immobilize her. It knew that Rosmontis would've liked that, she had turned out to be into that sort of things after all -only when they made love, the creature figured- but there was a chance that would end up sending her into sensory overload, which was a really big no no. A bit of a shame, but oh well.
Besides, the way Rosmontis looked up to meet its gaze, a mixture of tender ecstasy, relax, expectations and eagerness in her eyes, was not something Mon3tr would've renounced to all that willingly.
In fact, that sight seemed to bring the creature over the edge again.
Rosmontis felt heat pulsating with more intensity within Mon3trs, a soft twitch of all three members shaking her a little bit. Perhaps because those three were still actually just a single body, they all released at roughly the same time, warm, sticky seed pouring into her, a bittersweet taste filling her mouth and making her cough a little as she tried to swallow, she didn't want to waste that flavor and much less the scent it carried. But the trembles and shakes and the simple sensation of complete fullness which came with the creature's climax made her own insides quiver, seed pouring out of her from both entrances and down on one of Mon3tr and the sheet, her muscles growing stiff as the pleasure tipped over and crawled through her body and mind, the never-ending caressess keeping her at ease and relaxed even as her muscles trembled and her tail and ears stood as straight up as they could, her breathing briefly halted, the aroma lingering in her nose letting her ride her orgasm for a while longer, a while better, basking in the feeling of fullness and contact and wamth and closeness.
Mon3tr remained still, simply pulling out of her mouth to let her breathe more freely and examining her with attention, care, perhaps even with a bit of worry. The little feline was sweating and panting, but she was also still purring, albeith more softly. Mon3tr cupped her head again with two hands and scratched her all over as tenderly as it could while slowly pulling out from her, one member at a time, making Rosmontis let out two soft moans in succession. Then all three Mon3trs backed away a little, letting the feline curl up on the bed while they changed back into their normal, singular form. That process was a bit quicker than nearly splitting had been, but it still took a while, and by the time Mon3tr was done Rosmontis had fallen asleep.
As much as Mon3tr wanted to stay a little longer to cuddle and nap with her, it didn't want to risk waking her up. So it stayed still instead, simply staring at her instead, at her calm expression, a very small part of his mind wondering what they'd do if that leotard turned out to be difficult to clean. After a while, however, Mon3tr turned back into a small crystal and floated away through the air vents, back to Kal'Tsit. She would come back later to retrieve the terminal and sensors, take note of the readings and check up on Rosmontis to make sure everything was alright.
As for the leotard itself, that would soon cause Amiya a fair bit of confusion, quite the large amount of flusteredness and a whole lot of embarrassment, though all of that would thankfully happen in private. The garment would also lead Rosmontis to have a more in-depth, somewhat awkward conversation with Blaze about the details of who she was supposedly allowed to wear it with and why.
But those are different stories.
Thank you for reading.