Hyacinth wakes up in a soft pile of pillows, her body nude but covered in heavy bnkets. She shifts slightly, stretching her body, and hears something rattle as her arms meet unexpected resistance. Her memory is hazy, vague and unfocussed. She was… somewhere else… It’s probably nothing to worry about.
She sits up, curling her fox tail around her hips, and pulls her arms out from under the bnket.
A pair of padded fuzzy cuffs in soft leather and felt, joined by a short chain, links her left arm to her right. Tucked into one of the cuffs is a small piece of paper.
Hyacinth blinks the sleep from her eyes, and frowns. Pulling the note from her cuff, she reads it.
Sorry, I had to go in a hurry! Your payment is in your bandolier. Have a nice night!
Hyacinth feels herself, and realizes that while she’s entirely devoid of clothes, (save a pair of gsses), she’s wearing a long leather bandolier, covered in pouches. She checks each pouch in turn, somewhat awkwardly with her hands bound. She finds some small circur pieces of gss threaded on a string through the holes in their middle that might be coins, a single silver ring with a gem that looks like an aquamarine inset into it, a small piece of wicker and a scrap of neatly folded cloth that looks like it came from one of the bnkets, and a half-dozen grano bars.
No key.
She checks in the bottom of her basket of pillows, searching the bottom of it, and finds a small notebook that looks like it’s suffered some nasty water damage, and a metal ballpoint pen that seems surprisingly modern.
The notebook reads:
Bad luck today. Lost my cuffs’ key down a storm drain and had to resort to my spare. I need to go to a Lockheart, but their guild’s halfway across the city. Maybe tomorrow.
I did invest in a nice new bandolier, though, to prepare for the trip over. Not sure who I’m going to get to mind my basket for the day but it’s something.
Hope my luck turns for the better. This ring and my natural talents might be my ticket to a pcement in the Housepets’ Guild if I py my cards right…
There are some older entries, but the book has been smudged by rain and is unreadable.
Hyacinth looks down at herself, and tries to put the pieces together. So she’s some kind of… itinerant sex worker, living on the street in this basket, who has a pair of cuffs and uses them with her clients. And she’s got no clothes except bnkets, and her st client walked off with the key to her cuffs. But if she can just earn enough money she might be able to get a pcement with the “Housepets’ Guild”...
A pink quest window pops up.
[Freedom and Privilege]
[ ] Find the Lockhearts’ guild, or someone else who can get your cuffs removed. You may need to pay them somehow.
[ ] Buy your entrance into the Housepets’ Guild, getting yourself off the street and into the company of those of your Css.
[ ] (Optional) Do both these things without surrendering the mysterious ring in your possession.
[ ] (Optional) Do both these things without surrendering the cuffs themselves.
[ ] (Optional) Do both these things without surrendering your basket, bnkets and pillows.
Reward: Freedom, and a pce to stay while you figure out this new world.
A moment ter, a second quest window pops up.
[Natural Talents]
[ ] Discover your body’s natural instincts and skills by giving sexual service to someone. Don’t worry, there’s no such thing as STIs or pregnancy here.
Reward: Unlock a new Gender Ability.
Hyacinth frowns. So this is that kind of world, huh…
She pulls her fox tail into her p and starts stroking it to calm down, her heartbeat suddenly racing… Then double-takes when she realizes that she has a tail.
Reaching up, she feels atop her head — and sure enough, there’s a pair of soft and fuzzy fox ears atop her head. Stroking one of them experimentally makes a soft haze of pleasure roll over her, and she lets out a heated sigh. Fuck, this world is getting better and better all the time…
Well, no time like the present to see about the Lockhearts’ guild. She picks up her journal and stuffs it in her bandolier’s hip pouch, wraps a bnket around herself, and stands up from the basket.
She’s probably going to need to leave the basket behind, but, well, if this world is as sex-drenched as she suspects, she’s got nothing to worry about. Probably. Maybe. Okay she doesn’t know for sure but it’s better than hiding in the cozy basket until she runs out of food.
She picks the direction that looks like it goes towards the center of the city, and starts walking.
~*~
Five minutes ter, Hyacinth arrives in the middle of a rge market square, crowded with nude women — all of whom seem to be going about their days, shopping or trading with proprietors at their stalls, wearing bandoliers much like the one Hyacinth herself is. Some of them have skimpy, skin-baring outfits on, more lingerie than clothing; mini-skirts that leave nothing to the imagination, cupless bras and leather harnesses, tex that clings close to the skin. The general theme seems to be to ornament the body while leaving it fully on dispy; indeed, looking over the market she can see a rge courtyard area in the center covered in bnkets and pillows where several couples are presently enjoying each other; a Lamia-woman with twin hemipenes has them buried deep inside the pussy and ass of a four-foot nothing goblin woman, while another catgirl with her fur dyed shocking-pink and a soft cock like Hyacinth’s own between her legs is giving head to a woman with butterfly wings and tentacles dangling from her cheeks. Several other pairs are going at it too, giving the market an overall atmosphere more like an orgy that happens to be doing commerce than a usual market square. Why does that feel unusual to her? She’s not sure.
Hyacinth hesitantly steps into the market square, her hands cuffed before her, her bnket threatening to fall off, and ducks and weaves her way through the crowd to the closest storekeeper, a bird-winged woman wearing two criss-crossing bandoliers over a leather harness. Her pussy and breasts are on full dispy, and Hyacinth finds it hard to avert her eyes.
“Um,” she says, extending her cuffs from beneath her bnket. “Would you happen to know where I can find the Lockhearts’ guild? I’m in a bit of a pickle…”
The bird-winged woman takes in the fuzzy cuffs on Hyacinth’s wrists, along with her bnket-cd body, and gets a sharp smile on her face. “Get in a little accident, did we? This is why you always have a backup key. Come here, let me have a look at that lock.”
Hyacinth blushes, but advances and rests her arms on the counter. “Here,” she says. “Have a look.”
“Ah,” the shopkeeper says. “Looks like a standard lock. An A1 key should do it… But I seem to have left mine at home today.” Her smile widens. “Care to incentivize me to remember where I left it?”
Hyacinth flushes. Is she… being propositioned? She’s vulnerable, here, and could be being taken advantage of…
Her gaze flicks back to the bird-woman’s tanned, toned body. She looks… very fit. And very hot, too.
She can’t believe she’s doing this, but —
“Fine,” she says, just loud enough to be heard over the crowd. “Unlock my cuffs and I’ll eat you out. I promise.”
A tracery of pink light pulls upwards from Hyacinth’s heart at the words, and the bird woman smiles. “Done.” A fsh of pink light nces out from her heart and links with Hyacinth’s. “I’m Alika, by the way.” She fishes in the drawer of her desk and produces a small key, with which she unlocks Hyacinth’s cuffs. “I’ll even give you this key, since you seem to need it.” She pces it on the countertop and slides it over to Hyacinth.
Hyacinth rubs her wrists, then accepts the key and her undone cuffs back from Alika. “Thanks. Uh, I’m Hyacinth.” she says. She pces both in her pouch, then hesitates. “So, um…”
Alika steps out from behind her booth, and gently takes Hyacinth by the hand. “It’s alright,” she says. “You’ve got that newly-transmigrated look to you. I’ll be gentle. Just listen to your body and do what it wants, hm?”
Hyacinth flushes, and nods. “Okay.”
“Okay.” Alika smiles, and leads Hyacinth over to a free space on the isnd of bnkets and pillows in the center of the market. “Now,” she says. “I think this is the part where you kneel.”
Hyacinth hesitantly gets down on her knees, looking up at Alika with trepidation in her heart, her toned body looming over her like some foreign colossus — but then Alika takes gentle hold of her head, her nails skritching behind Hyacinth’s fox ears, and a heavy wave of warmth and need washes over Hyacinth. She feels hazy and needy and hungry for satisfaction, and she wants to taste Alika’s sex. It’s everything she’s ever wanted. This is where she belongs, on her knees before a beautiful woman…
Lost in a haze of subspace, Hyacinth leans forward, and presses her tongue to Alika’s sex, pping firmly at her folds and working at her clit in broad, firm licks. It feels like her body’s done this before, like she’s been searching for this all her life and now she knows her proper purpose…
She closes her eyes, focuses on the coiling warmth inside her, and presses herself hard against Alika’s legs as she ps and suckles at her sex. Alika sighs, and scritches firmly behind Hyacinth’s ears. “Good girl,” she coos. “Good, good, good girl…”
Hyacinth plunges her tongue deeper, the fires of lust in her filling up her head with the taste of Alika’s sex. It’s wonderful, pressing in skin to skin and serving her role, and she drifts a little in subspace as she keeps moving her tongue instinctively, suckling and slurping at Alika again and again.
“Ah…” Alika tightens her fingers in Hyacinth’s hair and sways into her, her thighs tensing hard. “Yes… Hyacinth…”
Hyacinth closes her eyes and rolls her head in, using her tongue and lips together to please Alika to the utmost. Soft pleasure courses through her body with every skritch of her ears, and she feels herself starting to float away on a cloud of bliss and submission.
“Alika…” Hyacinth’s voice comes out dreamy and faraway, her head fogged up with lust and obedience.
“Hyacinth.” Alika digs her nails lightly into Hyacinth’s scalp and presses her in harder. “Make me come.”
Eagerly, Hyacinth presses in harder, pping deeper, firmer, keeping up the pace, shivers running through her whole body. It feels so good to taste and serve, to be one with Alika…
And sure enough, Alika comes to a gentle orgasm on Hyacinth’s tongue, her body shuddering and a soft gasp spilling from her mouth. She digs in her fingers harder in Hyacinth’s hair. “More. Harder. Deeper. Again.”
Hyacinth doesn’t hesitate: she throws herself into the task, putting her whole body into the motions as she grinds her face into Alika’s pussy, her hands pying with her own cock as she eats out this stranger she’s just met today, moaning into her pussy between licks. God, she’s such a fucking slut…
Alika digs her nails hard into Hyacinth’s scalp, sending pleasure-pain rolling through her body, and gasps out high and breathy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck I’m going to come, close, close, ah -”
Hyacinth drives her tongue hard and fast, and Alika comes to a harder, deeper orgasm against her mouth, her whole body shuddering as her legs threaten to give out.
And in that moment, a fre of soft pink energy appears in the air, and burrows deep into both Hyacinth and Alika. For Hyacinth, it feels like joy — pure, unbridled joy in having served well and done her best, in bringing Alika to satisfaction and giving her everything she needed.
Alika colpses down to the padded mats, and nuzzles absently into Hyacinth’s side. “Good pet,” she murmurs. “Good, good pet…”
Then she ys her head on a pillow, and her eyes slip closed, a deep look of satisfaction coming over her face.
Hyacinth blushes, and gathers her bnket around her again. With that done, she’s finished her end of the deal…
“Um,” she says. “... thank you?”
Alika giggles. “don’mentionit.”
Hyacinth gets up from kneeling, and concentrates on the strange lightness in her chest, which feels like joy and satisfaction and breathlessness and hope —
[Euphoria Stockpile: 1 Point]
[11 more points to Housepet Evolution.]
[Natural Talents Completed: You have unlocked the Skin Hunger Housepet Feature.]
Well, that’s a good start.
