◈ Chapter 133:
Rain froze mid stroke.
There were people coming, a lot of people.
The teenager on his lap shivered and squealed, not yet realizing the danger, her pussy still squeezing frantically at his length.
He wrapped a paw around her head and her excited voice was cut off, muffled against his paw pads as he listened carefully.
There weren't any footsteps to be heard, meaning that the group did not have legs, meaning they were Lamia. They were talking a lot, and giggling. He caught a word, 'Rose'. Yes, they were definitely coming here, there was no doubt about that.
What should he do? They were coming and he needed to do something! Bite Rose's head off? No, that wouldn't help at all.
He couldn't escape through the goblin slave door that Opal and Lyra had left through, far too small, and there was nowhere to hide, the largest piece of furniture, a wardrobe, could never contain him.
The teenager with her head engulfed in his paw slapped and clawed at his forearm and he let go. She came away with a gasp and scowled up at him, a strand of sweaty hair lying across her face.
"What is it? Why the hell did you stop you dumb monster? I was about cum my freaking brains out!" she pouted.
Rain could feel her pussy moving as she spoke, still trying to draw more of him inside of her.
There are people approaching, a lot of people."
"How do you know, I don't hear-
"My hearing is significantly better than yours, it's a monster thing. I hear their voices, one spoke your name, they're talking now, but they will soon come here."
Rose blinked then seemed to finally realise the danger they were in.
"It's her! It's my sister!" she whisper hissed, "She knows you are here somehow!"
"Then lock the door!"
"She has a key!"
"Why does she-
"It doesn't matter! She's coming and she's going to see you!"
"...Then they will have to die."
"You're a monster! You are going to die! Not them!"
Rain somehow doubted that, at least initially. The problem came after he killed the oncoming levelers, the problem of the hundreds that would follow.
"Fuck fuck fuck," groaned Rose, "Okay okay, are they still coming?"
"They've stopped, another voice joined them and they're talking about something, I heard your name again."
"Alright, I can fix this, I can fix this, I didn't level so hard for nothing. Just stay perfectly still and don't move at all okay?"
The Lamia drew in breath and raised her hands. Her pink hair billowed around her head as though in the wind and then things started to happen.
The first thing Rain noticed was her blouse neatly unfolding and lifting into the air from the bed, sleeves smoothly slipping around her arms as she was once more made decent.
The next thing to catch his attention was the carpet, it had started to ripple, undulating in waves across the floor, as though it was the ocean, moving from every wall inwards toward the bed. The chairs and tables that the teenager's thrashing tail had trashed were moving, moving across the rippling carpet and toward the bed along with books and anything else that had been knocked to the floor.
"Hiding what you broke or knocked over isn't going to distract them from me..."
"Just one second..." said Rose concentrating.
Rain blinked as cylinders started to emerge from beneath the bed from beside his legs, no, not cylinders, enormous rolls of cloth each a foot thick and four foot long, huge bolts of fabric in a variety of hues. The bolts halted and three rolls of black were picked out, sliding fully free, the rest shoved back under and the space left from removing the three the detritus of the room flowed into, flowing under the bed and out of sight and mind.
The cylinders of fabric, which Rain now realised were fur-covered, launched into the air and began spinning incredibly fast, huge sheets of black fluff shooting in every direction, reams of useable fabric that reached a zenith, filling Rain's view with swooping looping lines strung about the room.
A row of chests flung open and a cloud exploded from the rectangular openings. No, not a cloud, heaps of wool and fabric off cuttings. The white clouds joined the lines of black floating in the air.
Beside a dressing table, and pride of place, a smaller gold and jewel trimmed chest carefully opened, and Rain realised he was looking at an extremely full sewing box, one which spewed out hundreds of small spindles of cotton thread and silvery needles.
The room was becoming busy with floating objects, it was almost pretty, like a clothier's constellation.
Then the looping black fur dove toward him.
He blinked in surprise as black fur overlapped his own black fur, wrapping around his arms, his feet and shins, then his thighs even as more charged into the mound of stuffed toys and circled around his torso, once, twice, thrice and more, dozens and dozens of stuffed toys caught up inside, a river of fur lined fabric that was determined to encase him as quickly and as swiftly a possible even as puffy stuffing poured in behind it pushing the black away from his fur as free space was filled in, encasing him in wool padding. In mere seconds he was looking down at limbs covered with a different shade of black, of a trimmer less glossy appearance, dead fur used to cover his own living fur, his paws had become digitless nubs hidden behind stuffing filled fabric.
As this was happening needles tied up tight with cotton thread flew around him like a swarm of insects, hundreds of flashing darting bright steel points whizzing and zipping through the air, darting in like kingfishers, piercing the fabric and roughly sewing it together, a hail of pinpoint sharpness that Rain felt especially uncomfortable around as steel passed mere inches from his eyeballs even as fur lined fabric wrapped around his head.
His vision became fluff and fur and wool and for a moment he wondered if this was all a trick, an attempt to immobilise him for capture. But then the wool parted and he frowned as yellow glass appeared. Two yellow glass discs. He recalled the Lapine stuffed toy, it was the same but on a far larger scale, the glass eyes as large as plates, large enough that he was able to peer through them and see himself in the mirror across from the bed.
He appeared... as an enormous plushie, a softly shaped wolf with simple curves and simplified features.
