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Wonderful, that's the last thing she wanted to see before blacking out. The doe allowed herself a glower as she stared upside down at the gaping, shocked face of the python who was staring at her from behind a curtain. Don't you dare judge me, she thought silently as the edges of her vision darkened. Her partners crowded around her, eager for what was to come. She could feel Reginald's seed, hot and thick, dripping down her backside as Emelda's hand stroked her hair. The deer held that python foreigner's gaze.Neither you nor your little.. friend have any right to judge me.

Don't.

You...

dare...

Her mother always said, to understand where one ends up, you have to know where they've been.

Barely a half-hour before, Agathana Genevieve von Izzal-Eldereshire, had been busying herself in the mirror. Carefully checking over every aspect of herself in the polished silver. Makeup, done to perfection. Fur? Brushed and combed and enhanced ever so slightly to bring out the doe's best features. A slight dip of her fingers made the mirror slide down. Dress? Fantastic, it showed off her best aspects. Hugged her curves just so to accentuate and draw the eyes. Yes, she was beautiful. Every aspect of her outfit and makeup pointed that out. Made people desire her. Enhanced it.

How else would she get repeat clients, while also practicing her skills? School? Broad River was one of the greatest magical academies... well, anywhere, but there were certain skills one could only practice in the out of doors. Especially for an Illusion specialist like herself.

A wave of her fingers dismissed the mirror and she stepped out into the street. Perfect timing too, the doe arrived at The Soaring Phoenix right as the Ashbridges were rounding the corner. "Reginald, Beatrice, it is a pleasure!" A measured two steps forward, hold her hand out, wait.

Reginald, the leonine patriarch of the Ashbridge family, met her in a single step and took her hand. "Aganthana, it is a pleasure. You look ravishing as always." He added a growl to the ravishing, as he always did, before dipping his head into a bow and kissing her fingers.

"Ser Reginald," she tittered, "You are a married man." Aggie fanned herself with her free hand and brought up the proper amount of blush to her cheeks.

Beatrice chuffed, "Oh it is fine," the lioness waved her hand, "I know when I should feel threatened and when not to." Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly with her smile. "Shall we inside? I do not wish to be out on the streets all eve."

Aggie was ever the professional. A lifetime of courtly manners, schooling, and her own skill at Illusion let her keep the smile up. Even if the older female's words made her twinge and ache with anger. I could steal him away from you and have him wrapped around my pinkie in a heartbeat if I wished, Hag. She smiled oh so sweetly. Not that I would wish for that. Besides, you care far more about your image than who your husband is fucking. So long as he doesn't ruin your figure any more. You've got your son and daughter.

"Of course," Reginald rumbled and held his arm out for Aggie. She batted her eyelashes and took it, falling into step beside the lion. Beatrice fell into step right behind her. Aggie could feel the lioness' gaze on her. Sizing her up. Meat, nothing more, the thoughts practically rang against her senses. The problems of being an Illusion major with a touch of Empathic ability. She wasn't near the Empath that others were, but there was enough to pick at surface feelings and gather general ideas.

A boar with silver-capped tusks looked up as they walked in, her eyes bright. "Ah," Nantelm said in her surprisingly soft voice, "Ser Reginald Ashbridge, it is an honor as always. And Aganthana, a pleasure to see you." She offered the proper bow with the right amount of flourish for the Ashbridge's station. "Are you treating them tonight?"

It was all part of The Play they had to put on. She offered the right amount of tittering, "Oh most definitely." She craned her head just enough to peer up at Reggie through her eyelashes, "Which table would you like tonight, Ser?"

"The central table, I believe."Of course, always wanting to show off.

Nantelm nodded and flashed a smile, "Ah of course, we just so happen to have that free tonight. Very special table for you." She offered another bow, "This way, Ser, Madam." The interior of The Soaring Phoenix was nice. Straddling that line between high class and common. Lanterns stood where others might have candles. Wicks turned up just high enough to give the proper illumination. More than enough to move around by, but never enough to reveal all the details of the guests. Most of the room was sectioned off with low wooden walls and curtains. Turning alcoves into private little rooms. A handful of tables filled the central area, but even these were largely in shadow.

Except for the central table.

That one had a different style of lantern to it. One that practically cast the table under a spot light. Anyone that sat at that table would be in full view of the entire establishment. Nan swept over to the table and pulled out chairs one at a time, "Ser Reginald. Aganthana. Young Lady Rosalind. Lady Beatrice. Young Ser Ambrose." Each took their seats and were nudged into place by the surprisingly strong boar. Aggie trapped between Reginald and his daughter, with Beatrice at the head opposite her husband.

No sooner did they sit down than Reginald's hand found its way to Aggie's thigh. The doe knew better than to jump or show any signs of the touch. She merely smiled and shifted to push her thigh into his hand. Half-toning out the drink orders as she pushed her thigh against the touch. "Mulled wine," she offered up when it was her turn. The expected calls for wine rounded the table. Though the Lady asked for a Dancha mixed with gin.

Reggie's hand slid further up her thigh. Easing under the slit cut in her gown, across the soft fur of her thigh, and right to her bare pussy. He lifted a brow and smirked over at her. She responded with a coy smile and a slight squeeze of her thigh before allowing him access.

Conversation was dull, boring, and routine. There were a few topics that were interesting to broach. Especially since both she and Ambrose were both enrolled at Broad River. Rosalind was fascinated with it, but had little in the way of practical magic gifts. She might get accepted through proper donations, but Broad River was surprisingly strict on that. Ser Reginald might have Old Money, but Broad River had Ancient Money behind it. Even the King's own spawn might have trouble getting in if the Headmaster was feeling spicy.

Fingers stroked her pussy lips. Soft, noble fingers that still pricked at her with manicured claws and clumsy fumbling. She hid her inward wince and instead breathed out a quiet sigh. The little whispered pant of forbidden excitement. A subtle curl of her own fingers and a silent whisper sent a ripple of warmth through her loins. Who knew that a basic, magical masturbation spell, would prove useful? It was subtle as well, responding to her muttered word to hum against her senses. Unseen, magical humming that shook through her. Touching her in places and ways that Reginald wasn't. While he pawed at her privates with all the subtly and grace of an awkward teen.

It wasn't his fault, not really. Well... it was, but he was well off enough that no one had dared correct him. He was bad enough at it, that even Beatrice was giving her a somewhat sympathetic look. Ah, Aggie knew they were watching. Ambrose staring at his father with an envious look. Rosalind was old enough to know what was going on, but didn't pay much attention. After all, it was her father fondling another woman.

Aggie hid her wince well when he drove his fingers into her and began to pump them. The spell was doing work though, getting her excited already. So she allowed herself a little moan. One that whispered out from between her lips mid-sentence. Just loud enough to be heard, draw a blush to her cheeks, and a smile to the lion.

Movement caught her eye. Normally, she wouldn't let anyone outside the circle of the table distract her. This was something else though. Enough of an unusual size and shape that she couldn't help but look. Shockingly vibrant blue scales, long frame, and wearing a rather nice champagne colored outfit with a nice green cloak. More than that was the shape of the person. Long, low slung body, not an anthro like the rest of them. This was a naga, a rare sight.

Sera... Aggie's eyes widened briefly, right as the naga looked over in shock. What are you doing here? She snarled silently. Almost glaring at her fellow student as Nan lead the female away into an alcove.

It was the briefest lapse, a mistake she quickly covered up with a slightly louder moan and a tilt of her head.

Reginald took the bait, lips coming in to find her neck and nibble at it. Aggie breathed out an appropriate moan and reached under the table. Manicured and painted nails slid against his thigh. Up to feel his bulge. She traced the shape she knew fairly well, blushed appropriately, and gasped. Even as her fingers opened his breeches and fished him out. "S-ser Reginald..." she breathed out in the way she knew he loved. Her voice dropped, "I don't know if I can handle it..." she whispered, rolling her head just enough to let her lips brush his ear. Which was wholly not true. He was a lion, a big cat but still a cat. He was entirely average in size, but she did like to stroke up his ego.

And he liked it even more. "Oh you're going to, Lass..." The hand on her pussy pulled away and cupped her thigh. She gasped as the male stood up and pulled.

The deer stood with his tug and turned to face him. "Ser..." she gasped and placed her hands on his chest, "here?" she added the right amount of nervous quaver to her voice. Then a slight drop, "In front of everyone?" As if they didn't do this almost monthly. It might as well be part of her schedule. Friday: in the morning Potions followed by Theory Crafting, followed by lunch, after that go to Courtly Manners, bathe and dress up, then meet up with the Ashbridges by evening.

"Yes," he chuffed and grabbed her rear, "here. Now." A push sent her back into the table. Aggie exaggerated it as her thighs hit the sturdy wood. She fell back with measured grace and surprise, catching herself so as not to make too much of a racket, or worse. Really didn't want to bang her head too hard on the table. That would cause more of a scene than she wanted.

No, she caught herself just right. Laying out on the table like a living centerpiece. All four lions' eyes on her with different levels of hunger now.

Reginald casually flipped her dress up to reveal her bare pussy. The doe lifted her legs and let them slide against his chest as he stepped in. Shivering at the feel of the male as his length clapped off her pussy. He loved that, and she enjoyed it as well. The warmth of a male's cock as he slapped it off her. Getting to feel the weight of his member as he waited to push into her. Teased her for a moment.

Ah if only Reggie believed in more foreplay than that. One slap, two rub, and three plunge.

She arched and pressed her legs to his chest with an appropriate moan. Followed by an arch as his claws dug into her thighs, pulling her back into him. He dug deep into her, that noble ball sac clapped off her rear. Then pulled back, the barbs on his length made her want to wince and pull away. Yet she rocked into him, dedicated to her part. She kept her eyes lidded, moaning as the male pushed into her with each stroke. Even offered herself up as Ambrose pulled her top down and began to fondle her breast right there. His touch as rough and clumsy as his father's as he felt her up. Probably jerking off under the table too,_she mused to herself. _If Daddy won't let him fuck me, Momma certainly won't.

Fingers combed through her hair. Lady Beatrice chatted with her son about something over the prone doe. Her gaze slowly shifted down to look at Aggie with that smile on her face. The lioness leaned in, casually ran her rough tongue over Aggie's lips, and then pulled the doe into a kiss. Aggie moaned in response and pushed back, playing the part perfectly as Beatrice's tongue invaded her mouth.

Ah this kiss was far better than whatever Reginald was doing. The feel of another woman's breath on her face. Tongue in her mouth, tasting her, feeling her. It made even the staccato clapping of Reginald's hips off hers and the rough fumbling from Ambrose worth it.

Far too soon, the lioness broke the kiss. Her rough tongue swept over Aggie's panting muzzle. Across her cheek with a rough nuzzle. Then Beatrice's hot breath puffed into her ear. "Listen here, whore." Her voice was low, barely a whisper, yet the command in it snapped Aggie's attention to her. "The only reason I allow my husband this... indulgence is because it keeps him satisfied for a few days. And..." her teeth brushed Aggie's ear in a slow bite, "because," her fingers twined into the doe's hair and pulled tight, making her arch her head. "I can do this..."

Beatrice's tongue swept up Aggie's neck. The rough surface of it threatening to peel her pelt off. Not loosening her grip, Beatrice leaned in and bit Aggie's neck. Not hard enough to break skin. No, that would have been rough, crude, and worse, it would have made a mess. This lioness squeezed just hard enough to let Aggie feel it. The pressure of her teeth against her neck. She could feel the teeth press to her jugular. Heart starting to pound harder as the lioness held her hair. Keeping Aggie steady as her husband and son sought pleasures from her flesh.

Quickly, all too quickly, Aggie could feel the edges of her vision darken. Beatrice wasn't going to let her pass out that easily though. The lioness opened her mouth just enough to let a rush of air and blood race through the doe. Not much, as her jaws clamped back down before Aggie could even get a full gasp. Her head was hammering, body racing, what pleasure Reginald was giving her felt all the better. She could feel herself start to writhe in earnest as the male's thrusts peppered her backside.

The lioness held her right there, on the very verge of passing out, for what felt like a small eternity. Yet Aggie knew it was only a moment. Cats never lasted long. Reginald's claws pricked at her thighs as he slammed himself against her. Aggie could feel his sac lift and throb. That dull warmth as his seed spilled into her body. Barbs drug against her sore insides as he rocked his hips against her, emptying every drop into her.

Crunch.

It was subtle thing. Barely even a tightening of the lioness' jaws. Beatrice put on just enough pressure to crush Aggie's windpipe and pulled away. The doe jerked instinctively, her hand hitting one of the cups off the table. She heard someone, probably Ambrose, fuss, only to be silenced by the elder lions. Reginald pulled out, leaving her leaking as he cleaned himself off on her dress. Aggie's heart hammered in her chest as her body heaved. She kept herself under control for the most part, but there were some things that her body just couldn't stop. As her head rolled off the edge of the table and mouth gasped for air, she caught sight of a parted curtain and a curious face.

Wonderful, that's the last thing she wanted to see before blacking out. The doe allowed herself a glower as she stared upside down at the gaping, shocked face of the python who was staring at her from behind a curtain. Don't you dare judge me, she thought silently as the edges of her vision darkened. Her partners crowded around her, eager for what was to come. She could feel Reginald's seed, hot and thick, dripping down her backside as Emelda's hand stroked her hair. The deer held that python foreigner's gaze.Neither you nor your little.. friend have any right to judge me.

Don't.

You...

dare...

Aggie woke with a coughing gasp. She felt sluggish, like her limbs were made of lead.. It always took a moment or two for her mind to realize that she wasn't sprawled out on a table. She wasn't surrounded by lions. She most definitely wasn't dressed anymore either. As she sat up, the dry clay that surrounded her body cracked and fell away. Leaving a fine dust that would get wiped off before she bathed again.

"Good morning." A large hand held out a dry towel. The hand was attached to the rather large dragonborn. "Which... yeah," she craned her head to look at a magical clock, "morning right now." She clicked her tongue and scratched her head. Emerald green scales glinting in the soft light, "Sorry we couldn't wake you up earlier. Ah, the person on duty was sick, so no one was watching and..."

Aggie just blinked wearily at Carver, "Can I just have the towel?" What sort name was Carver?

Ear frills perked, "Oh, of course!" The dragonborn started to turn, stopped, realized she was already holding a towel, and held it out again. Her cheeks flushed a bit as she handed it to the deer. "Is there anything else you need? Water? Something to snack on?"

"Silence would be nice."

Carver looked taken aback, her frills drooping a little. Her tail twitched as she squirmed a little, looking away with a bright blush. "Oh, yeah, I'd heard that the Recall can," she bit her lip and worried it a second, "be a bit troublesome..."

"Oh ignore her," an aggravatingly familiar voice chimed in, "she's always grumpy when she wakes up." Evan came up behind the far taller dragonborn and poked his head under her arm, "Good Morning, sleepy doe. How was your evening?"

Aggie turned her attention away from the hare and strange dragonborn. "It was fine." She hated having to do what she did, but money was money. "Profitable." She wiped herself down. The clay dust coming off rather easily, as it was meant to. "And yourself?"

Evander flashed a grin and wiggled his cottontail. "Oh you don't want to know about my night. Just that it was better than the usual fare." He stopped a moment to lower his head and brush a mound of clay dust out of it. Then he stopped and looked at Carver with a curious perk of his ears, "Are you alright there?" He wiggled a finger at the much larger female, "You seem a bit... distracted."

"Fine!" Carver coughed, "I'm fine. Just," she wiggled a hand, "noticed that we're running low on Molds." Scales sparkled in the low light as Carver turned and darted off. Digging her arms into a mass of wet clay before slamming it onto a table. "You two have more Recalls, yeah?"

"Yeah," Evander had an odd little smirk as he walked to a row of lockers. Each one hardly larger than his handspan. The hare held his hand up to one, the door popped open, and he pulled out a rune. "Going to have to order some more. I'm down to two." He whipped out a robe as well and wrapped it around himself. "If you'll excuse me, I am going to grab myself breakfast," he passed the rune over to the dragonborn, "a quick bath, and then some sleep." Evander gave an exaggerated bow, "Ladies," turned, wiggled tail above his bare butt, and waltzed off.

Aggie sighed and groaned. Even that groan made her throat ache. She winced and rubbed her throat gently. It was whole, unblemished, perfect as it could be. Which was expected, because the magics remade them whole and perfect. Reverting their bodies to a state some time before their death. The Recall was also supposed to black out their memories of their final moments. Maybe it did. It also depended on how they were slaughtered. First couple times, when she was 'bought' by the school, she just remembered walking into a room then nothing before waking up. It wasn't until she the school butcher got sloppy that things went poorly.

They hit hard enough to daze, but not knock senseless. So she'd been somewhat conscious as they strung her up and slit her throat. Leaving her to choke on and drain out. Watching as other herbivore students were lead in, hit from behind, and strung up as well. Needless to say, when she woke up, she'd had words with some people. Still had nightmares about that.

If you asked her, the whole program could use some reworking. Who cared if the carnivores didn't get the meat they so dearly wanted. There were other ways to get meals, not like those lower on the socio-economic ladder could afford meat regularly either. Hunting was largely outlawed, because only nobles should be able to hunt for political reasons. Only so much fish someone could choke down. She knew something else though. Some just considered it more exotic to eat another intelligent being. So they would pay top dollar for it. Selling herself to the school subsidised some costs, but selling herself to people outside? That lead to real money.

Which eventually lead her to the Ashbridges. They were good, treated her to a fine dinner, predictable company, and... well... average sex. Though it sometimes felt like Beatrice wasn't trying to push the boundaries here and there.

Fangs dug into her neck. Heart hammered in her chest, pulsing against the teeth that threatened to tear into her flesh.

Aggie grabbed at her throat again and gasped. The sharp motion and sound made the dragonborn look up from her task. Before she could ask what was wrong, Aggie was pushing herself off the table. Crossed the room in a long stride and was whipping her Recall out. "Here," she said coolly, "let me know when the replacements are ready." Then she pulled out her spare gown and pulled it over her bare body. Hurrying out to get a bath.

"Okay," Carver called after her, "It'll be a few weeks, maybe a..." the door slammed, "month..."

How Aggie got back to the rooms was a mystery. It took everything the doe had not to break into a run. No, that wouldn't be seemly would it? Worse that she could feel something crawling up and down her back. Some primal fear she'd thought she left behind months ago. But no... the Lady Ashbridge had coaxed it back to the surface. Used her teeth just right to keep her alive just long enough. Letting her feel everything.

Gods above and below, she was going to have nightmares.

There was some luck though. She managed to get back to her room before her roommates were too awake. Other herbivores. She could likely talk with some of them, calm down, get herself re-centered. Instead, she just slid into her bed and pulled her covers up. Wanting some real sleep before she had to deal with anything else going on.

Days turned to weeks. Nearly two weeks since her date with the Ashbridges. Almost two full weeks with a nightmare happening more often than not. How many times had the doe woke in bed from a dream of teeth digging into her throat. Of being strung up and bled for hours, days, while various predators loomed over and around her. Poking her, prodding her, even carving her up while she tried to fight back; only to hang there limply.

She decided to ignore it. At least until it began to affect her school work, and worse, her looks. Looks she could hide, but it would take longer and longer. More effort going into hiding what was wrong with herself. Those sagging, bloodshot eyes. Not to mention her ill temper and somewhat sluggish mind. She could push her way through, but then the teachers began to chastise her for dozing in class. So they sent her to the Healers.

So here she was, in one of the alcoves on a bed. Just waiting for one of the healers to come by, give her something to add to her tea, and tell her to sleep it off. Maybe they'll do something to her mind. 'Smoothing the edges of her rough experience' or something like that. It was something Empaths could do. Helped people get over trauma. She was just enough of an Empath to feel the edges of how it worked. Yet it was like watching someone use a loom to weave a masterwork tapestry. She could see the weft and warp, but couldn't hope to recreate it herself.

"Hello and good morni... Oh, hey."

Her head snapped up at the voice, staring at Evander. The hare stared back at her, nose twitching ever so slightly as he looked over her. "What are you doing here?" Aggie hissed through her teeth.

"Healer training." He tapped the insignia on his deep green robes.

She glanced at it, "If you're in training, why isn't one of the full Healers with you?" The doe crossed her arms, "Shouldn't you be in training and under their watch for a couple more years?"

Evan leaned into the alcove, "Ah, you didn't know. Father's a Hedge witch and mother is an alchemist. I was apprenticing under both them before I got accepted here. So I got tested and bumped up to Resident, rather than Lackey." He chuckled and twitched his whiskers, "Dad was proud, he'd come here back in the day too. If you're not comfortable with me being here, I can step out and send in another."

Aggie thought about that. She didn't have much for or against Evan. He was a far more powerful Empath than her, yet his control was already tight. She could barely Feel him against her other senses. Plus, well he might be a little more sympathetic to what was happening. So she waved her hand lightly, "Whatever. You'll be fine."

"Damn right I'm fine." He slid into the room and posed against the wall for a moment. Allowing the curtain to slide closed behind him. "So how can I... service you?"

She'd heard that Evan was affable, but had never gotten much of a chance to experience him close up. It was really hard not to smile, especially as waves of good will rolled off him. She was tired enough that her training was slipping, and she allowed herself a snorting laugh. "I haven't been sleeping well."

"Ah, so you need a hare to wear you out?" He flashed a friendly smile. Evan swept in and leaned close, "May I?" came the question, hands reaching for her cheek. She nodded and sat up. Letting him cup her face with his hands. Warm, soft, his scent was faintly spicy, but with the flavors of something that made her think of the deep woods. Her eyes drifted closed as he ran his fingers over her jawline. Fingertips grazing over her neck, feeling her pulse, then down. Aggie arched her head towards him, sliding into the gentle warmth of his presence. She could just... melt into him

"Nightmares brought on by a bad predatory experience?"

She snapped out of the half daze. "What? How do you know so fast?"

Teeth clicked and he smiled, "I could Feel her malice from where I sat. Can't tell you why she dislikes you so much. Maybe you embarrass her. Could just be that you're another woman. I didn't pry because it's against all kinds of codes. Plus," he trailed off and let his thumb rub against Aggie's cheek.

"You were distracted?"

"Well that, and... she was enjoying it. Which makes me," he shivered and looked down. Aggie could feel a ripple of disgust, fear, and something else ripple through him. "I just don't like it. Whole velvet glove over a clawed hand thing."

A slight sigh, "I don't like it either."

Evan's ears perked, "Oh yeah, you're an Empath too. Not a strong one, but I can feel it." He held his hand out towards her and narrowed his eyes, "Just faintly buzzing at the edges of my senses." The hare smiled and tilted his head towards her, "You're warmer than I'd have thought, softer too."

That made her cheeks light right up. She huffed and turned her head, "Can you just do your healer thing?" Her tail wiggled, twitched then quieter, "Please."

"No problem at all. Just lean in," he took a seat beside her on the couch. She turned and leaned towards him. Noses almost touching. They brushed, touched, bowed heads so that their foreheads were touching. "Breathe with me. In..." he breathed in. She followed suit, breathing in that delightful, lightly spiced scent of his. "Out..." she exhaled and felt her body start to thrum. Her eyes drifted closed as her body fell into step with his. In her mind, she could Feel him reach out to her. The soothing presence of Evan took her hand and drew her in, offering nothing but soft warmth and gentle comfort. Aggie felt herself drifting in, falling into him. Soothing words bathed her ears and washed over every sore spot within her. It took all she had not to breathe out a moan or break down. Such was the strength of his gifts.

Instead she allowed herself to drift...

Further...

Away...

"Ah," the voice cut through the darkness, "you're finally awake."

Aggie roused with a groan and rubbed her eyes, "What?" she asked bleary, feeling rested for the first time in days.

Evander was seated at the edge of her cot, a gentle smile on his lips, "You passed out on me mid-Soothe. So I finished up, wiped off your drool, and tucked you in to let you sleep."

She frowned, "I don't drool."

He flashed a toothy smile, "You can't prove you didn't this time. Anyway," he glanced out of her little alcove, "It's a bit after classes. So you've got the next couple days to rest up. I'd suggest a trip into town, get yourself something nice to eat, maybe visit a park or shops or whatever helps you relax. Take a nice, long bath, and then just... unwind."

Aggie gave him a look, "That's it? No more meds or anything else? Just go," she waved her hand vaguely in the direction of the town, "do something then sleep it off?"

Evan waved his hand, "Pretty much. Go, do things, relax. I put a slower Mend on it all. It will keep you from dreaming, at all, the next few days, but when it fades you shouldn't have those nightmares again." He wiggled his fingers at her, "Just let me know if you need anything. I'll either be here, or hanging around places."

Aggie's tail twitched, "That naga?"

"Maybe, she said she has some errands to run before the weekend. So, like I said, places. Toodles!"

Well, doesn't leave her much of a choice there. If that was his treatment directions, then, per policy, she had to listen to him. Least she could look a bit better, so back to her dorm. No one would be there right now. Shouldn't be, not with classes either running late or everyone ready for the weekend. Though her roommates had seen her steady decline over the last few days. As fellow herbivores they could guess at why. Each of them had similar situations happen to them before.

Helena was there, which wasn't bad. The cow gave her a look as she came in, smiled, and returned to her letter writing. Silence reigned for a moment as Aggie went to her wardrobe and selected a better outfit. Nothing terribly fancy, but serviceable and good enough to be seen in public wearing.

She could feel Helena's eyes on her as she undressed and changed. Moving to her vanity to touch up her makeup and brush her fur out. A hasty nap within the healer room hadn't done her any favors. She didn't feel as tired, the bags under her eyes had faded a little. Nothing a touch of makeup and magic wouldn't conceal. Weaving spells into her makeup was as basic of a cantrip as could be. She could do far more with it, especially if she used her deeper spells. Just going to walk around town? Didn't need a lot there.

"So, how are you doing?"

Normally, she'd give Helena a look for talking to her while she was putting on her makeup. Right now? She was oddly calm. "Better."

The larger female slid up beside her, "You... haven't been sleeping well, have you?"

"No, but I just went to the healer."

"Oh," she leaned just into Aggie's view and looked at her. "So you're doing...better?"

"I hope so. Otherwise they're not doing their job."

An ear twitched. Little flick as she checked and brushed herself. Helena lingered for a moment more in silence. "Have you thought about... other clients maybe? Those fellas I was with were very nice. Each tipped nicely, was fun to play around with, and..."

"No." Simply, plainly and calmly put. Her bluntness made Helena step back. Aggie sighed quietly and put her brush down, "No," she mused, "The arrangement I have is befitting of my station." Helena started to say something, but she cut her off, "If you'll excuse me. I need to go for a walk. Healer's orders." She stood, adjusted her outfit, and walked past the nosy cow.

So off to town. She wasn't entirely sure what to do there. So she opted to just wander, let her feet guide her through the market. No destination in mind. Just aimlessly wander around. See what she could find, what might interest her.

Not that anything was. Evander might have smoothed her nerves, but it did have the side effect of leaving her a little numb to everything else. Couldn't be helped. Just part of the process. It would pass in a couple days. Though, in a way, it was a relief to be a little numbed. Not having to think about shielding her Empathy all the time.

Though it did have its downsides.

Such as not being able to sense when someone was coming up on her from behind. She was busying herself with looking at a sweets stand. Not until a hand curled around her waist and pulled her close. "Hello, Lady Aganthana."

Her fur should have bristled, she should have jumped. Instead it was just that dull, Empathy numbed acknowledgment. "Ser Ambrose," she breathed out, "What brings you to town?" she mused quietly, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. He was dressed similarly to the other night. Fine clothes that spoke of his rank. They were made of materials a tad finer than hers, the colors a touch more rich. He always liked having a bit more flash and flair to his outfits. She felt that it was a little too much, and took away from his better features.

She could feel his mother's hand in the outfit choice.

He flashed a smile, "Oh you know. Just going to do a little rabble rousing." His hand dipped along her side, "Maybe see what..." his voice dropped to a growl as he leaned in, "_trouble_I can get into?"

Ah, blunt, plain innuendo. A part of her mind weighed what she could get out of it. Favor was obvious, maybe some more coin if he enjoyed it. Though if he took it too far... she was without her runes right now. "I think perhaps another time."

Ambrose's smile faltered just a touch. That mask of trained civility cracked for just an instant. "Ah, well that's a shame." He gave her side the briefest of embraces. "Had just gotten my stipend for this month as well." He started away and Aggie continued to browse the shop. "Oh, one more thing," he snapped his fingers, "My father had mentioned he wished to speak to you about out next soiree." Ambrose turned and pointed with a finger, "This time of day, he should be up at the counting house." He dropped his voice in an imitation of his father's, "Having a bit of port and looking over the numbers." There was that grin again, "I would have mentioned it earlier, but it slipped my mind."

Aggie's fingers twitched above a pile of sweets. She signed internally and straightened up. "If the Lord Ashbridge needs to speak, then I shall make time."

The lion's tail twitched and there was that twinge at the corner of his eye again. But he kept up the smile, bowed, and offered his arm. She took it and fell into step beside him as he lead her further into the city. Even managing to provide casual conversation with her. Though that would have been trained into him since he could talk. Weather, markets, he seemed somewhat interested in fashion and styles.

Shame that her senses were dulled. Otherwise, she would have noticed the other lions coming up behind. Ambrose did a good enough job keeping her distracted with casual talk as he guided her down an alleyway. Even going so far as to help her across a couple puddles of... questionable liquids.

After a crook in the alleyway, out of sight of the main walkways, the lions struck. Aggie felt a ripple across her fur as energies raced past her. She started to turn only to have her arm grabbed. The doe yelped out, but was answered with a chuffing laugh, "Oh scream and call all you want. Once Alistair's got down his Hide Us spell, I hadn't seen anyone that could break it." She started to bolt, but one of the trio grabbed at her dress. Claws tore into the fabric as she twisted and kicked. One twisted her arm. Another kicked the back of her knee and drove Aggie to her knees. The doe yelped and twisted, but Ambrose's two friends grabbed her arms and twisted them to keep her down.

A wicked grin crawled over Ambrose's face as he started to undo the ties on his breeches, "So go ahead and cry, beg, call out, none of it matters. In fact, it makes it all that much more fun," The lion growled as he fished his hardening cock out and smacked it off her cheek. "And don't worry, once we're done with you, we'll make sure you get paid properly, Prey."

"Wait, you... Glck!"

His cock slammed into her mouth before she could tell him about the Runes. Her lips curled and she tried to pull away as the male's barbed cock rasped over her tongue. Ambrose huffed and grabbed her head in both hands. One cupped her chin as the other cradled the back of her head. "Oh I'd been wanting this for a long time..." he growled as he held her nose buried into his groin. Cock twitching as it grew to full mast within her muzzle. "Watching you slide up to my father's side, dote on him, give him all the attention he doesn't deserve." The lion huffed as he ground against her muzzle, forcing Aggie to keep her nose pressed to his privates. He chuckled, "When Mother asked me to... request you stop showing up, I immediately knew what I had to do."

The noble male rocked his hips back and thrust again. The doe gagged, not from how big he was, but the feel of his barbed length against her tongue. Much like his father, he wasn't poorly endowed, for a lion. It was just a reaction from how his cock pounded across her tongue, and the rather unkempt state of his loins.

"Yeah, that's it," he snarled, "Choke on it..."

One of his friends sneered, "So who gets first taste of her?" He licked his chops and reached down, hand diving past the tear in her dress to grope a breast. "Always wanted some high class Prey puss."

The other chuffed, "Well, Brose is getting her mouth. You can have her tits first if you want."

Eyes rolled as Ambrose and the other male chimed together, "You want a piece of that tail."

Ambrose stepped forward and began to thrust faster. Aggie's eyes watered at the constant scraping of barbs against her tongue. "Have you got that Walking Hide spell done yet?" He huffed, precum spilling with each rapid pump. Aggie gave up on fighting and settled for trying to get him off. Her tongue lashed back and forth against the base of his cock, making the big cat huff. "Can't wait to get her to a warehouse nearby and..." he snapped heavy jaws with a groan. "Fuck her mouth is good."

Even with the aftereffects of Evander's Soothing, she could feel fear start to bubble up under it all. They were going to do the unspeakable to her. They'd take hours to finish up with her, if not longer. Between the three of them, they could keep her around for the whole weekend. Amusing themselves until they were bored, or had to get ready to return to the Academy. Then it'd be a simple matter to dispose of her. Sell her off to a back alley butcher, or hells below, just bring in someone and offer them a cut. Chances are any of the three could readily pay someone off to disappear what was left. Failing that, they could just leave her. Another dead herbivore in some warehouse? She'd be gone by the dawn's light.

"Nah, it's hard with so many." The one groping her breasts mused. "Someone bumps into any of us and it'll break." Claws pricked at her flesh as he pinched her nipple and twisted it sharply. Making her yelp and writhe, tears streaming down her cheeks, making her makeup run as she stared at the males. "Tis why I brought a crate earlier." he jerked his head, "stuff her in that, cart her off. None the wiser, ey?"

A laugh turned into a growl as Ambrose's claws pricked at her scalp, "Sounds go.... good... Ah fuck!" He snarled and whipped his cock out of her mouth. The lion male tightened his grip on her hair and wrenched her head back. Stroking his cock with his other hand until he finished. She yelped at the exact moment he started to cum, that bitter predatory seed splashed over her tongue and face. Aggie winced and managed to shut her eyes as he finished one her face. Drawing a laugh from the trio as Ambrose painted her with his manhood.

"Pretty quick on the draw, she that good?"

"Nah, he's always quick to finish. Maw or otherwise."

"Would you two shut up and get the crate?"

"_ Hsssssssssttt... _"

That last one made the four freeze. A natural response ingrained into every creature to respond to such a plain warning of clear danger. Something deep seated in their primal instincts. That hiss meant there was danger afoot.

"_ What is thissss? " The voice droned and drew out. Raw terror froze the four in place as their eyes drifted down the alleyway. A figure loomed mere feet from them, clearly within the effects of the silencing spell. It was... to say it was massive would be a grand understatement. Its body seemed to fill the width of the alleyway. It towered over them, features obscured by the scant sunlight that came from above. What light could have gotten past was blocked by the cobra's great hood. The edges of which scraped the brick walls as it moved closer. Red, gleaming eyes glowed as it assessed them coldly, _ "Three lionssss and a doe... Ssshhee looks sscrumptioussss, they look ssscrawny." _ its tongue flicked towards them. As red as its eyes, long, whip-like as it sampled the air around them. " Ah, but they are noble and soft, yessss they will delight usss mossst fully. _"

Alistair backed up and stammered, "Y-y-you can't eat us....we-we-we'll call for help!"

Bloody eyes snapped to the lion and the pitch black cobra stared for a second before it started to laugh. A low, rattly chuckle that rolled into a booming laugh that filled the space around them. The smell of urine wafted from one of the lions. _ "And how will they hear you with thisss silence?" _ Scales rasped on cobblestone as the cobra reared higher. Its mouth fell open and fangs dropped from jaws as it breathed in. _ "Hhsssssupper time!" _

Three screams split the air as the lions dropped Aggie to the ground and bolted. The doe backed into the wall, frozen between raw, primal terror and that empathic numbness. The cobra lunged past her after the lions. Its very bulk threatened to crush her against the wall she cowered against.

Until it wasn't.

Aggie could Feel it break and crack as the weight settled against her. Rather, when the weight should have crushed her to the wall. Instead the massive form cracked and broke like a dropped mirror. Exploding silently into thousands of shards that crashed against floor and wall before disappearing into swirls of smoke.

Smoke and Mirrors, one of the most basic Illusion spells there was. It left nothing more than the memory of its passing and the faint scent of silver and incense in the air. Sera stood in the alleyway where the great Cobra had been mere seconds before. The python-like naga watched after the fleeing lions. Her tongue flicked out for a second then retreated, "That was..." she looked at Aggie, her cheeks flushed a darker shade of blue, and the naga slid closer, "Are you okay? Well of course you're not okay, um, do you need a..."

"Do you have a cloth? Some water?" Aggie pried one eye open, her other firmly shut thanks to the absolute mess Ambrose had left on her. She looked down at her own dress, frowned, and ripped a piece off, "Never mind on the cloth..."

"Oh right!" Sera glanced around, spotted a rain barrel, and slithered to it. A couple whispered words and she dipped her noggin into the barrel. The wooden cup came up with clear, fresh water that she cupped in her hands and warmed as she brought it over.

Aggie glanced, "Thank you..." she trailed off as she dipped the shredded cloth into the warmed water and used it to clean her face up.

Sera glanced back and forth from the doe to the alleyway and back. Keeping a watch out in case the lions went to get a guard or something. "I can't believe they were doing that," she hissed. Bristling ever so slightly as her tail twitched.

The doe sighed, "You'd be surprised what noble predators get away with." The water felt good. Warmed, lightly scented, but that was all the snake's doing. "Which reminds me," she peered at Sera, "How did you know what was happening?" Ambrose's friend had silenced and hidden them. She didn't know much about him, he was a bit lower than her usual partners. Even still, she kept track of those who might be of interest later.

Another tongue flick and nervous shift, "Instinct." Oh of course, that infamous Diviner's instinct. "See, sometimes we get this..."

"I know how it works," Aggie sighed. Her mother was a Grand Diviner. Her mother's mother was one, her sisters were Apprenticing Diviners. Even her brother had the gift of Divination to a degree, even though his specialty was Agricultural. "You get this irresistible feeling and follow it until it fades." It often lead her siblings on odd adventures. Mother always said that it'd get easier to pinpoint over time and with training.

Sera nodded, "Yeah, feels like someone is grabbing my snout and pulling it," she rubbed her nose with her palm. Then a second later, "How do you know?"

Sighs, "I come from a long line of Diviners and Soothsayers and Seers." Her hand waved as she looked at her dress, wondering just how she was going to get out of here with her dignity intact. It took a second to realize what she'd said and curled her lip to herself. Damn.

"Oooh," a low, understanding huh, "That's why you don't like Diviners."

Ear twitch. "What makes you say that?"

The bright blue naga rolled her shoulders, "Evander might have brought something up after one class." She played with the edges of her cloak, "You'd said some things that cut really deep and I was really upset, so he sat me down to talk about it; saying that it wasn't really me you were angry at but rather a rather general dislike for people with my abilities, and how it was likely something stemming from your parents; so I shouldn't really worry about it and..."

Aggie put a finger to Sera's nose, "Breathe. You're going to make me run out of breath. No wonder you're so blue."

Sera blinked at her, taken aback for just a second. Then she hissed a laugh and flicked her tongue out. "So you do have a sense of humor? I didn't believe Evan when he said he could Feel one just under the surface."

"Does Evander tell you how to breathe and dress as well?"

Her head lifted and tongue flicked slowly, "No, but he... kinda is one of my only friends here." The naga played with the edges of her outfit. "I mean, I am new, but I'm also," she waved a hand down at herself, "so unless someone's a predator or an empath, not many have taken the time to get to know me, and..." she trailed off before she could launch into another one of her breathless run-ons. She hung her head for a moment, breathed, then glanced at Aggie with another scale-darkening blush. "Oh, um... here." She swept her long cloak off herself and offered it to the doe, "It'll help... yanno."

Aggie looked at herself, the cloak, and smiled. "Thank you." Taking the cloak, she started to pull it around herself. Giving Sera a good look for the first time since... well probably ever. Those vibrantly, almost sky-blue scales were rather cute. More than that was her features. The soft, rounded snout, almost puppy-like eyes. Thinking back, she'd always been gentle, insightful when she wanted to be, smart, and the Empaths liked her. By their very nature, they were great judges in character.

In short, Sera was rather cute.

Sera smiled and turned, starting to slither back down the alleyway. Off on whatever errand her brought her here first.

"Wait."

The naga stopped and glanced over her shoulder. Aggie hide that she was chewing on her lip by fussing with the cloak. "At least come with me to get your cloak back." She wrapped it around herself a couple times.

Sera flicked her tongue, "I probably should, it's one of my only cloaks." Another tongue flick, "Would've never thought they'd be so expensive out here so I've only got a couple."

Aggie's ear twitched, "How much did you pay for them?"

"Forty Guil."

Both the doe's ears shot up, "Forty? You got robbed and probably thanked them for working with you." She breathed out a sigh and stood up, finishing adjusting the cloak, "No, you are going to come with me. I will introduce you to a tailor I know. Then we can talk about me repaying you."

"Repaying?"

"Of course, you saved my life. I can't just let that slip, can I? Have to balance the great scales. Besides, your illusions could use a little work. Frightening though that one was."

Sera's tongue darted, "Illusions have been a weak point. Though I did like the hood..."

Aggie fell into... step? Stride? Beside Sera, "Oh the hood was fantastic. The way it almost blocked out the light. Wonderful touch. It's more the voice, and a few little... creative critiques."

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So began a new routine. One that Aggie would have never thought she'd fall into. Meals and lessons in the day. Afternoons would be spent with both Sera and Evander, helping each other study, honing their crafts. Sera was interesting and fun to be around. Teaching songs from her home country, giving insights to how they viewed magic and the arts, not to mention her stories. Evander would tell stories from his life with the Hedge father and Alchemist mother. Including some rather wild ones with potions and his fur going various colors.

It took a little longer for Aggie to begin to tell stories about her childhood. Though they did start to come out in time. A little here, a little there, but never much and they never pried.

Days turned to weeks and she found herself relaxing with them in Sera's room fairly often. It wasn't much of a room, just a cleared out storage room with furniture modified for the naga. A brazier and a pan of water kept it warm and humid enough for the naga. A pile of cushions made for a combination lounging area and sleeping... well nest.

Evander was sprawled across Sera's coils, as was his usual, while Aggie sat atop her own cushion. "So," the hare mused, "why are you having to do this?"

Sera's tongue flicked as she pressed pieces of leather together. "Bind a book myself? Professor Fenne is certain that if we bind a journal ourselves, then we will appreciate them more." Her tongue started to slide out as she tugged at some thread to tighten up the folio. "Sure, we can buy books already bound and ready to go. Binding them ourselves is supposed to make them easier to work with though. Although most diviners only use their personally made books for the big predictions."

"Sooo, why need to worry about books?"

The python sighed quietly and gave the bookbinding supplies a glare. "We need records. Keep track of how warm it is, rainfall, how cloudy it is, anything and everything. Start recording and you can fall into a trance then just start," she wiggled her hand, "filling it in. I've heard that some Diviners could fill in an entire volume in one sitting. Though understanding it afterwards? Whole other thing."

Aggie leaned against Sera's side, "So you label these books some specific way?"

"Usually try to name it based on what you're wanting to predict. Just to keep things straight. Work out the weather for an area, possible business ventures..."

"People?"

Sera's tongue flicked and stilled for a moment. "Are tricky..."

"Tricky?"

Evander stretched out on Sera's coils until his nose almost touched Aggie's, "Complicated. People are complicated."

Sera nodded, "Very complicated. You could, in theory, figure out things up to a certain point or a general idea. Figuring out the weather? Easy peasey, usually. So long as no one goes mucking about with it trying to call rain when it could be used over there, STEVE! That rain was supposed to be down over at Haven, not here all over Makarth, now it's going to..." Aggie tapped Sera's nose. Which made the python blep out her tongue. "Right right." She took a breath, "Anyway. The future of natural things is easy. All patterns and cycles. If you have a good idea of how someone will respond, you could, in theory, get a good idea for them. It'd be a balancing act and would take someone with a lot of skill and time. Don't want to try and force someone down a specific path. Usually ends up with the person going the opposite way." Another tongue flick, "Why?"

Aggie shrugged, "My mother had a library full of books. She'd spend hours writing in them and them put them up on locked shelves. Some of them had names of places, business names, people's names. Though those were rare." She had seen her own name up there, along with her books with her sibling's names. Oddly each dated, and usually dated for before their actual birth dates. What was her mother planning for them? She'd snuck a look at one, but the formula were... beyond her.

There was a dreamy sigh, "She had a library? I'd love an entire library just for myself. All those books."

Evander reached up to boop her nose, "If you had a library, we'd have to get a pry bar to get you out of it. Bad enough getting you out of the Grand Library, with the librarian helping us."

New thoughts were starting to form in Aggie's mind. her eyes darted over the careful, gold leaf lettering on the cover of Sera's book-to-be. It was in the naga's own handwriting, carefully scribed onto the tooled leather. Memories of her mother's library. The shelves upon shelves of books. Yet one set stood out. Ones with her name, her siblings' names, set into a shelf above her mother's desk.

"Well," Aggie stretched against Sera's coils, "I know one thing that could always get her out of the library?"

Evander's ears perked as the hare gave her a look before he flashed a too-innocent smile. "So what are we thinking about? Fire? Pitchforks? A bag of snacks?"

The doe laughed, "By all reports, your cock."

Sera's sky blue keeps went purple with her blush and even Evander looked a little embarrassed. None of the trio had mentioned any adult fun times in the weeks they'd been spending together. Which was fine, she hadn't been feeling in a particularly sexual mood as of late. Shocker, she knew. Though tonight? She wanted to be distracted from her own thoughts. "Come on now," she breathed out and looked between the two, "Near enough everyone on this floor knows that you two," she flashed a smile, "have relations. We're all adults here, no one is going to tattle." She stretched a little, "I think most are just jealous you have your own room to do them in already." Her eyes narrowed with a sultry coo, "It does have me curious, and if you two wouldn't mind letting me in, I'd be thankful. If not, no hard feelings."

Evander's ears perked and his nose was all a quiver. Watching him from the corner of her eye, Aggie could Feel the excitement at the idea radiating off him. "Well," he started, trying his best to sound non-nonchalant about it. "If you are okay with it, Sera."

Her tongue flicked, "OH thank heavens, it's been a while since I was involved in a mating ball."

The two prey animals looked at her questioningly. "What?" her tongue flicked, "You don't have celebrations with..." she tapped her fingers together and trailed off, "mating... balls?"

"No," they said at the same time.

Evander gave Aggie a look and bowed slightly, letting her take it. "No we don't, we haven't heard of it either."

Now Sera was looking a bit more embarrassed, "Well, sometimes celebrations will involve everyone getting together for a big party. Maybe we had a great harvest. Maybe it's an eclipse. The reason varies. There will be a feast, drinks, music, and..." she trailed off again and played with the edges of her outfit, "as the music begins to build, people will started to press and rub against each other. Then, well... sometimes they pair off, sometimes its more than just a pair..."

The hare gasped and put a hand to his chest, "You said I was your first! Not that I mind, but how did it compare?" His eyes sparkled with playful energy and he exuded good vibes, "Who was bigger?"

"You were, technically, my first." She tapped her fingers together nervously, "I'd given head to other guys, had this one cute girl coil with me. None of the guys in our village would. Found out later that my father threatened to," she made a slicing motion with her hand and hissed. "Since he was the village blacksmith and... large, they took it seriously. So it was a lot of kissing and fondling and grinding, but..." her tongue flicked out.

"Well," Aggie breathed and sat up, "How about we start with some kissing and grinding then?" The doe flashed a sultry smile as she began to undo her robe. "We can even have," she curled her fingers just so and breathed out, "Music." A slow dancing tune started to fill the air.

Sera perked up, "Um, what are we celebrating?" Though she was already taking off her wraps, revealing more of her body. Supply, sky blue scales, paler underbelly, and the surprisingly toned body that lay underneath. The tip of her tail was already tapping in time with the music. Her cheeks flushed and breath caught as Aggie's hands swept over her scales. The now-naked doe happily helping her shed her clothing.

Velvety soft fur slid against Sera's as she leaned in. "What do you want to celebrate?"

"The view?" Evander trilled with a smile. From his seat, he got a perfect angle of Aggie's backside, the doe's tail up and wiggling as she wiggled. Just beyond her, Sera's cute, surprised expression that was melting into excitement. "How about new friends?"

Sera hissed, "That sounds good," as she reached out and let her fingers trail over Aggie's sides. Savoring the feel of her so soft fur. Tongue darting out to taste the doe's scent. Only to still as the other female kissed her tongue.

"That sounds very..." she leaned in, cupped Sera's cheeks, "very," she breathed out the word and leaned in ever closer," nice..." Then drew the naga's larger head up to kiss her. Lips as soft as could be brushed Sera's scaled maw. The python-like naga gasped quietly. Which was enough space for the doe to lean in, catch Sera's tongue just as it flicked out. A playful smile darting over her features as she leaned in and let her tongue slide over the naga's longer muscle.

Sera was, well she didn't know how to feel. Excited for sure. The way that Aggie took charge caught her off guard. Evander was careful with kisses. Pecking her lips, sometimes sucking on her tongue, certainly a lot of touching.

There was something different about the energy Aggie exuded. From how her thighs slid against Sera's trunk. Warmth soaking into her well tended scales. To the way the deer's fingers trailed over her cheeks. How Aggie's tongue both embraced and controlled hers. The touch of her soft fingers over Sera's lips. Carefully prying her muzzle open so the doe could kiss her that much deeper. Sera's breath caught in her throat as Aggie licked her tongue, then drew it into her mouth. Suckling on it just so, coaxing it deeper. Sera couldn't help but follow the unspoken command. Her tongue darted deeper into Aggie's mouth, hesitated, then at a slight nudge, pushed down into the deer's throat. Aggie's throat squeezed Sera's tongue and the doe licked, leaning in. Her fingers hooked ever so slightly into Sera's lips. Sliding up to the corners of her mouth. Embracing her cheeks and drawing her down towards the deer.

"Uhnnggh..."

Aggie opened her eyes and looked at Sera. The naga's cheeks flushed hot after that moan escaped her. Slowly, sensually, the deer drew back. Her throat bulging around Sera's far longer, larger tongue. The kiss broke with a syrupy sweet sigh from the furred female, "That..." she muttered, "was a cute moan."

Then it was her turn to moan. Her tail arched and wiggled, the doe lifting up against her naga partner with a gasp.

"She's not the only one," Evander teased back. The hare, half-forgotten by the two lasses, had crawled along Sera's body and up behind Aggie. His touch on her hips so soft, not even the doe noticed. Not until his mouth found her privates. Planting ghostly soft kisses, slight licks, spreading her open so slowly that, lost into the kiss, she didn't notice. She'd already started a slow grind against those supple scales. Silently, stealthily encouraged by the buck. Then, his tongue flicked her clit and he made her aware of his presence.

Aggie huffed, smiled, "Were you Stealthing on me? You absolute brat!"

"Stalfing?" Sera muttered, her maw still cradled in Aggie's grip, thumbs hooked at the corners of her lips.

The doe leaned in to nuzzle the naga's lips. Arching her spine just so to present herself to the hare more. All while savoring the delightful feel of Sera's silky smooth, lightly oiled, scales against her own body. "Empath thing. We're good at feeling where others are around us. He made himself poof from my senses."

Evander rolled onto his back and arched. Peppering Aggie's pussy with kisses, "To be fair you two were getting very distracted. In the best way possible, that kiss was...Mmmph!"

Aggie silenced him by sitting right on his face. Something Evander didn't seem to mind, as his tongue happily slid over the petals of her flower. She huffed and began to grin right into his face. Drawing more muffled moans from the hair as she mashed her privates into his face. Shapely thighs wrapping around his head, trapping him between deer and python.

Without even thinking, Sera let her tail curl up and around Evander's waist. They'd been together enough times over the last few weeks that she knew how to tease the hare. Though such teases never lasted long. Even as she leaned back into Aggie for another kiss, her tail casually draped around Evander's manhood. No surprise that he was already hard and throbbing. His length probably painfully erect. As powerful as his Empathy was, on top of being a male hare, there was enough sexual energy building in this room to get him rock hard.

Sure enough, he was hard enough that his cock was all but pinned to his stomach. Warm, slick precum greeted her tail as she slid it against his shaft. Slowly bringing her cloaca down towards his length so she could rub against him. Evander jumped, grabbing onto Aggie's rear and kneading it. His moans somewhat muffled by her muff as he feasted on the finest venison.

There was something about making out with the naga that was... intoxicating. Aggie breathed out a sigh and shivered. Just the sheer difference in their head sizes, yet the way that Sera was practically melting into her touch. "Sera," she breathed out.

"Yeth?" it was hard to talk with the doe's fingers playing with her mouth. Yet Sera was in no rush to pull away. It was... strangely thrilling, having the deer take charge.

"Do you know that, unless you start playing with him, it is entirely possible to bring Evander to the very cusp of climax through just being that excited around him?" The hare squeaked. "Or at least that's what I've heard about powerful enough Empaths." She let her hands slide down to cup the cute chub under Sera's chin, stroking it gently.

Sera's eyes narrowed with a pleased hiss, "I had wondered why he snuck into my room at night sometimes." She leaned into the touch and kissed Aggie's hand. Her tail curled loosely around Evander's erection. Rubbing the tip with her vent. "Always mentioned that his roommates were..." she mimed jerking off, "and keeping him awake."

The doe tutted gently, "So he came to you to," she used air quotes, "get some rest.' Did he?"

Sera's cheeks flushed, "Yes, but... I wouldn't complain."

Aggie stretched, moaned, and shifted her weight onto Evander's face more. She turned her head to look back and huffed, "Well, I wouldn't complain either, not since he's packing..." her fingers danced down his belly to stroke his tip, "this..." Her fingers just brushed Sera's vent. An idea starting to form in her head.

A shiver raced up her spine as Evander's lips curled against her clit. Suckling on it just enough to make her huff. Then his lips came free with a slight pop that made her hips jerk. "Is he big?" Sera mused. "I mean, all I've got to compare him to is the naga guys I've seen."

The deer gave Evander a feel, "Well, he's larger than some of the people I'd been with. Respectable for a hare." He chuckled under her and she could Feel the smugness radiate off the buck. She gave his face a squeeze with her thighs, "Don't let it go to your head." Which made him nibble at her clit again. "Aaaha... Sera dear, what do you say we tease our sweet Evander some?"

"Mmmph?!" he muttered in shock, feeling the doe's naughty intent.

Sera was all for teasing Evander, "Sure."

Thighs clenched around the hare's cheeks, "Wonderful," she purred. Standing smoothly, "Evander, be a dear and slide up. Sera just keep a good hold on him."

More curious and horny than scared, Evander wiggled up so his back was against Sera's chest. The Lady Diviner gladly draped her arms around him in a loose hug. Idly petting through his wonderfully thick chest fur. All while Aggie casually stepped down and settled herself against Sera's coils and the thick cushions. Leg over his belly, the other hooked under his leg, she drew herself close. She felt his cock and crooned, "Someone is worked up..."

"Easy now," he huffed, "not fair to tease an Empath like that, you know." The buck ground teeth and moaned as she lifted his cock. A slow, gentle press with fingers and thighs. He was hard, almost painfully so. Yet with her gentle touch, she was able to get him nestled between her thighs.

Then came the unexpected.

Aggie ran her fingers down Sera's tail. The light touch enough to make the naga shiver and lift her tail into the touch. Aggie cupped it and brought it around, twining it over and under her own thighs to form a sensual tangle with the other two. Then she slid forward until her privates brushed Evander's throbbing length. Sera's tail came from the other side, sandwiching the hare between them. Her hips rolled, grinding her warm, slick petals against his shaft. A touch guided Sera up and down, gliding her slick slit into his other side.

"Oh fuck," Evander breathed, reaching up to stroke Sera's arms. The naga hissed her own pleasure and draped them around him. Petting his chest and belly. Aggie moaned in delight as Empath and naga began to enjoy it as well. Their pleasure radiating into her.

Biting her lip, the doe began to rock her hips. Feeling how Evander's length throbbed against her. The buck's precum spilled and flowed down. Mixing with her juices, making each press that much smoother. She shifted her grip on Sera's tail, cradling it, drawing it closer. Adding to the feel as she mashed the naga's vent against the cock on the other side. Teasing Evander's tip with the python's pussy. Watching in delight as the female's hemi-clit popped against his tip and then rubbed. That was new, and delightful, Evander had warned her about it and she found it lovely.

Though not as lovely as the triple moans. Her own breathy, lip biting pants. Evander's panted sighs as he tried to buck up. Yet the leg and tail locks were keeping him fairly restrained. Then under it all, Sera's deeper thrumming moans. The naga biting her lip, yet her tongue would still flick out and let her purring noises of pleasure slip free.

Faster. She began to rock her hips with more vigor, lift and drop Sera's tail quicker. The buck's tip would kiss her entrance, threaten to slide in, only to be denied. Then she'd slide Sera's tail up until she almost hooked it against the hare's spire. Then deny him entry with a quick drop. She could feel her own pleasure starting to rise. Watch how each of their bodies were producing more and more fluids. Then she heard it.

"I'm gonna..."

Two words, panted out as the buck strained against them. His tip began to swell, length twitching as his pleasure built. Evander's eyes lidded as he arched against Sera, reached back to grab at her arms. The python held him and stared, hypnotized by what was happening. She was trembling with excitement as well, which was beyond adorable. Aggie bit her lower lip and smiled.

One smooth motion lifted the naga's tail and slipped I down. Sera squeaking as Evander slid into her, spreading her cloaca open and driving so very deep into her. All while Aggie arched her own hips and rubbed against the stretched out naga. Almost trapping her own pearl between Sera's semi-split clit. Keeping herself as close as possible as she felt Evander lift, buck, and gasp at the feeling of being buried in a waiting slit.

This close Aggie could feel each pulse of his cock as he pumped his load into the naga. She arched her back and threw her head. Panting out as the buck filled their partner. Grinding and pushing herself into both of them. Her Empathy vibrated with the pleasure as she felt Sera moan and jerk. Being so very careful as her peak shook through her long body. Careful because the others were lounging on top of her. Her pleasured hiss broke through clenched teeth as she arched. Which only surged back down over Evander and milked a little more from him. Lights flashed and danced behind Aggie's eyes as the doe hit her own peak last. Panting, huffing, almost purring herself as she rocked into the others.

Silence. Silence broken only by soft pants and little shivers. Each of the trio riding out their own high on their own.

"Holy..." Sera hissed.

"Yeah," Evander practically melted into her arms.

Aggie licked her lips, "Been thinking about that for a week now." She huffed and slid her legs away. Sliding away from Evander and up beside Sera. The naga turned and nuzzled at her. Evander grinned and rolled. Joining in a quick nuzzle.

"Know what?" he churred, running fingers over Sera's tender underside. Let them dance over Aggie's flank and up to touch her breast. He gave Aggie a look, a slight ear wiggle, then stretched. "We forgot snackies. Why don't I go sneak to the kitchen and," he wiggled his fingers, "let little light fingers do the work."

"Oh some wine would be nice." Sera mused.

Aggie slid in against the naga's side as the hare stood up, "And some fresh water. If we're going to be..." she grinned, "celebrating, then we should keep fresh."

"Right right," Evander wiggled into his clothing. Then stopped, "Um, Sera?" he nodded down at his lap, where her tail was still coiled and buried against his lap.

"Oh!" her cheeks flushed and tongue flicked, "yeah." She uncoiled and let her tail slide up and off him. Which made the hare shiver, "Sorry."

He shivered, "Oh never be sorry about that." A grin, a tip of the ear, "I'll be back in a jiffy."

Then he was out of the room, leaving Aggie curled against Sera's side. "It'll take him an hour, maybe more to get back. Should be enough time."

Sera arched and nuzzled into the doe's neck. "Enough time for what?" she mumbled.

Aggie shifted, sliding to straddle the naga. "Enough time for you to..." she thought, "well, I imagine constrict."

Tongue flick, "So... um... casual about it. So... how do you want to do it?"

"No sex. I've been fucked and strangled more times than I care to count. No," she sat up and lifted her arms, "I want you to do whatever you have to, and I'm just going to..." she bit her bottom lip, "talk."

Sera stopped and nodded. Her body shifting to curl around Aggie slowly. Wrapping around her waist, up to her chest, and coil, slowly drawing her down with the weight. She lifted her arms and let Sera get that much closer. Her hands ran over the naga's coils, the supple scales, and the muscles underneath. The doe shivered, bit her bottom lip at just how firm and thickly muscled the naga was. She took a deep breath, felt the coils gliding against her chest, limiting how deep she could breathe. Closing her eyes, she reached up and stroked Sera's chin gently.

Then she began to talk.

She told Sera about her mother. What it was like growing up not knowing who her father was. Having a mother who was in a half-trance most of the time. Having brothers and sisters from various fathers. Commoners, high mages, hedge wizard, and even nobility counted among their lineage. Some odd little stories about her mother always seemed to know when they'd need her or want her attention. How there were always the right guests at the right time to teach them, spend time with them, and more.

Aggie's breath caught as she spoke of her childhood. It was getting harder to breathe. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, but she pressed on.

There were stories of her siblings. Sigrid, who went on to become advisor to an emperor. Randolf who was an expert at solving crimes. More stories about Avice, Mathilda, and Kenric.

On to the tale of how she found her mother asleep at her desk one night. A new book on the table in front of her. Formula covered its pages, the numbers and words and charts seeming to writhe as she looked. How she'd noticed the cover as she put it away. A name she'd never heard. And how, only year or so later, her mother had another sibling. One whose name matched the book she'd put away mere months before.

They'd never spoken of it. Though her mother had given her some looks here and there. Odd little glances that felt judgmental, but Felt... she didn't know. Relieved? Why would her mother feel relieved after all that? Why would she...

Aggie took a shallow breath.

Why would she have books on them? Aggie had never gotten to ask. Anytime she'd approached to broach the subject, her mother would distract her with something else. Some new guest, outfit, lesson, and eventually, her sponsor to Broad River. How she'd only learned her father was a Noble at the admittance test.

By now, she wasn't even sure if she was talking out loud. Her mouth was moving, but she felt so lightheaded. Still, the doe continued to pet Sera's cheeks and chin. Her head rested on the naga's chest as she droned on. Just saying whatever came to mind. Finally telling someone all the questions she'd had about her mother for as long as she could remember. There was so much she wanted to ask, but she just...

felt...

so...

Sera held onto Aggie as the doe's hand slipped off her cheek. She could feel the light tremors of Aggie's heart against her scales. She'd placed some of her more sensitive scales across her chest. The doe had just been mumbling towards the end, but what she had said... there was a lot to process there.

Oh she knew Aggie's mother. Though she hadn't put it together until Evander mentioned Aggie's last name a few days ago. Grand Seer Gregoria Izzal. There were rumors floating about the Seer and her lack of desire to marry. Not to mention her various, fatherless children. Oh she'd heard little whispers about how Aggie's mother had slept her way into getting Aggie accepted. Though the doe herself had quashed those rumors early. If not with the might of her spells, then with a well placed hoof.

If what Aggie said was true, it was just... boggling. Her mother must have Divined each child in turn. Filling out entire volumes to figure out what they could. People are complex, Evander had said. Which was beyond true. Unless you knew someone to their core. Then it became easier to predict what they might do. It wasn't perfect, but it gave a better idea. She wondered... had Gregoria plotted out when to best... be with someone, and who to be with, to give her children the best chances? Arranged for teachers to encourage each in their interests in skills? How much had she... could she, have planned her children's futures?

"Oh Aggie," Sera breathed and cupped the doe's cheeks. Aggie looked peaceful, her eyes closed and expression soft. "No wonder you've got issues with Diviners." She planted a soft kiss on that velvety nose. Nuzzled into the rival-turned-friend. She pressed her head against the deer, nuzzled sweetly, and began to kiss her way across the cheek. "This is weird, talking to a..." she didn't want to say it, and sighed. "At least you didn't have the goofy smile Evander did." Another kiss, right on Aggie's lips.

Then she opened her maw wide and started to unhinge her jaw.

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For once Aggie felt... well not entirely rested. There was a certain amount of stiffness in a newly minted body. She did feel more relaxed though. Hardly said a word to the person on duty. Just attuned a fresh Rune, cleaned up, donned her fresh gown, and went back upstairs. Transferring to a fresh body always took a little time. So she didn't hesitate in going straight back to Sera's room.

Now wouldn't that be awkward? Walking in to see her with your feet dangling out of her mouth? Sera would probably choke herself trying to fight between swallowing and spitting.

The thought made Aggie laugh to herself. She knocked on the door and slid inside, "I'm back."

"Welcome back," Evander trilled, lounging on Sera's coils with barely a stitch of clothing on. The naga mumbled something, but her eyes were mostly closed. "She's all sleepy, but will recover in a few hours."

Sera mumbled something that sounded like, "Naw... eepy..." and swatted at Evander, but her motions were slow, sluggish.

He gave the top of her head a stroke, "I know, Beloved, not eepy. Though she did suggest we continue to hang out and celebrate, if it's not too..." he trailed off as he looked for the right wording.

"Not too weird that I am laying on top of her, while also inside her?" Aggie waved towards the sizable bulge just below Sera's torso. "It will be... unusual, but I won't fuss. So long as you got us some proper snacks, like you said you would, Evander." The doe crossed her arms and adopted a I'm waiting and judging stance.

Evander waved at Sera's low desk. Which had been carefully cleared and was now piled with fruit: fresh, dried, and candied, as well as bread, cheese, butter, and a couple wines and ciders. "Tada."

"And how much celebrating are you planning to do?" Aggie mused as she stripped her gown off. Revealing sparkling clean fur. She crossed the room and sank back into Sera's coils. The naga shifting to give her a good lounging spot. Then brought her head down to lay on Aggie's shoulder.

"Well," Evander mused as he rolled over and slid between Aggie's legs. "I figure you showed me some fun, and then I gave a filling to Sera." He planted a kiss on the naga's nose. "So I owe you a good time, and a filling." He gave Aggie's nose a kiss. "And then I show you how true it is." He flashed a toothy grin.

Aggie breathed out a sigh and arched into the buck as he began to teasingly grind against her. She breathed out a moan and turned her head, nuzzling into Sera's cheek. "How true what is?"

Evander leaned in, "That hares are better than bunnies, and no one fucks like bunnies." He reached down, stroked his length, and thumped it against her soft folds. Aggie bit her lip to hold back the moan, but Evander could Feel her enjoyment. So he did it again, rubbed his tip up and down her lips. A slow tease, gentle, broken by those wonderfully meaty thwacks of his cock off her body.

The doe breathed out a hum as she rolled her hips. Grinding her pussy against his hardening manhood. "Well then, we're going to be judging you. Sera might not have much to compare you against, but..." she looked back at him, smirked, and wrapped both legs around his waist, jerking the hare against her with a growled. "I do, and I'm a harsh judge."

"Oh no..." He was worried.

"Oh yes~," she was serious.

"Heeee," she was sleepy