â—ˆ 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.
Rain considered this.
Yep. This was the worst.
Somehow he'd been turned from a terrifying thing that prowled the pitch black night hunting for prey, into a giant cuddly stuffed toy that looked like it wanted to hug everything that moved, and probably most things that didn't move too, something that belonged in a teenage girl's bedroom.
He moved his head in a mild state of horror, and watched as the plushie wolf head moved in the mirror.
For a short moment he seriously considered letting his darkness out, his predation given form, to rip and tear the plushie disguise into a million little pieces... and then set those pieces on fire using his leveler Skill, and then bury the ashes somewhere nobody could ever see them. Ever.
But then his ears picked up the sounds of the voices, they were right outside!
Rose looked up at the wolf plushie she was sat in the lap off with her chin cupped in her hand, admiring her incredibly rushed but surprisingly excellent work.
It was truly quite good, easily on par with any of the plushies on the plush mountain behind the giant plushie.
Of course... it was still in the shape of a wolf, and she realised in a moment of dismay that her sister, who was very likely about to step inside her room, might have some serious suspicions seeing a giant wolf plushie that was as vaguely as large as the giant sex slave wolf monster she had apparently misplaced.
The door handle started to rattle.
She threw up her hands in a desperate gesture and the fabric wolf head FWOMP-ed into a spherical ball, the fabric reshaping, crushing and stretching to form a giant teddy bear head.
Rain blinked as the free space inside the head of the plushie increased as it doubled in volume, the glass eyes moving away from his own.
He peered through them at the mirror to see what had happened and found himself looking back at what was now a giant teddy bear sitting on the teenager's bed, if one with a rather more wolf like body than normal.
This was... really not an improvement. Maybe the ripping and tearing option was still on the table.
Rose breathed out a sigh of relief. Everything was pretty much perfectly disguised and tidied up now and no one would ever realise that the giant plushie she was lying atop of was in fact a monster or that anything untoward had been happening. Even her sweaty skin had been neatly dried off with passing fabrics.
Well, everything was perfectly disguised, that is apart from the giant cock currently sticking out of a slit on the things groin which was still partly inside of her pussy.
She stared down in dismay even as the door began to open. It needed to be hidden, now, and so the teenager did the only thing she could. She slammed herself down to the top of the knot.
She nearly let out a scream as her clit was thrust against the hard bulb, and only managed to stifle it by slapping a hand over her mouth, her other hand frantically arranging her skirt to drape over the massive knot hiding it from sight, twisting her very flexible body around so that she appeared to be draped comfortably on Rain's lap, her tail hanging over his thigh in loops.
Just in time as a dozen Lamia girls spilled into the room from the swung wide doorway, a rainbow of different coloured scales, books and papers held to chests as they chattered, oblivious to what they were about to find.
It only took a moment, they were talking, and then many pairs of eyes fell on Rain and Rose, and their voices died to absolute pin drop silence, the collection of teenagers freezing mid slither.
