Dancing and Flirting - RPLOG
Participants
Date
22/11/2013
Log
The normal WUBWUBWUB coming from the nightclub, a place normally full of sounds and dancing, within most are still, looking up at a stage. Normally chaotic and full of lewdity, it seems some messure of order has been restored. Tables of a kind set up by using the debre, places to sit, something that remains the same is that almost everyone inside is nude. An announce approaches the stage, "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen! We have assmbled here for something very special tonight!" announces an otter, cock throbbing softly before him.
The normal occurance of the wub wubs certainly caught many of ears, but when it disappears? It catches much more when the routine is broken. Anbessa seems easilly curious as the talakai male pads into the area. Bright silver eyes gazing around the quieter than normal club, the man seems prepared for the worst as he seems to just be holding onto a spear on his back, which is nicely strapped in. Though he does take pause at the Otter, trying not to look down at the critter's bits as he resists his natural Talakai instinct.
The few times Dio ever took a visit over at the nightclub were filled with nothing but loud music and crazy partying ferals and other party-goers mixed with a dense sea of various musks. And with such, the lioness tended to avoid the establishment on her daily walks. But this walk yielded something strange. No music! Could there have been a mass shooting? A mass mellowing? Either way, it warranted investigation. With her trusty shotgun strapped to her back, the lioness makes her way in and observes the surroundings, confirming the non-partying within. Not wanting to draw too much attention, she takes a spot near the back and observes quietly.
Miora walks into the club with Anbessa, nodding to Dio and deciding to stay back with him for the time being, more of a healer rather than a fighter. She idly keeps to herself for the time being, not so shy about being nude as she had on only her scarf, her satchel and her glasses that rested on the bridge of her nose. Spotting Dio though she looks to Anbessa "I am gonna go hang back with Dio." she says calmly, the husky can heal over a range, and deciding that perhaps staying back with him was better incase any sort of violence started, the husky a very good healer and support, but not much for actual fighting. As she approached Dio she gives a lil nod and wave to the new female. "Hey hun, mind if I stay here with you?" she asks, holding only her nomral medkit as she stood next to him, pausing a moment the short husky wonders what weapon she would use if she had one.
Arano wasn't much of a partygoer, and thus he never really spent a lot of time at the nightclub. He had heard of it of course, been there a couple of times, and knew it tended to be very loud but otherwise failed to pay it any mind. Of course, his training taught him to watch for sudden and unexplained changes... and sudden silence from what should be loud and annoying was definently a big change. Being curious, the large solar dragon decided to make his way over, rifle strapped to his back (not that it would do much good in the tight confines of the club... unless his objective were to literally bring the house down of course!). He poked inside, sporting his casual wear, and noticed that it was... well, quiet, orderly, and very not feral, which struck him as unusual. He finds himself a spot near the back as well, observing the situation to see if he could spot anybody familiar... hrm, where had he seen that lioness before? He didn't really say anything, figuring it best to quietly observe for now...
Cerris never went to the club for the music. He'd been asked to run a sting operation undercover here before and as such he had a rough and tumble appearance that was nothing like his usual military atire for just this occassion. A tough man in tough clothing that shows up for the ambience and the ass, nothing more.
Or at least that is the image he portrays as he lurks in the crowd, shoving aside other mutants so that he can get to the front of the throng, those that protest being threatened with either a spiked or burning palm to the face and then shoved away.
"Tha fuck is this shit bitch boi? Go jack off in the corner and start the show or turn tha fuckin music back on, I got rat pussy in the corner to play stink finger with then sniff when the lights dim."
Cookies enters the club with a slight stumble as she passes through the doors, cursing quietly to herself. She doesn't look right, bags under her eyes, otherwise pampered hair frazzled, and despite it all she looks a little... too sober. She gives the crowd a good look-over. When she sees Dio, she nearly turns right around, but staggers her way closer in anyway- she was only here to relax, although as her odds-defying crappy luck would have it something was OF-COURSE up and drawing attention. All eyes are on the otter, and so now hers are as well.
At the urging of Cerris the otter continues on, "Tonight we have something special! A compatetion! A dance off if you will, here in the nightclub, with the winners getting their choice of prize! We have..." then some silence, "We have...." some more silence, "ROBERT! That's your cue!" A plump tigress, very female, breasts bigger then her swollen belly, waddles out, "Sorry Patricia, I.. got a little distracted." she says, the dripping at the pussy's pussy denoting what she was distracted doing. She then pulls from off stage a cart, "We have," Robert takes the cloth off the first item, "A Rabbit Pill! Much saught after for those days where you just want on person fucking on you all day. Next we have," another cloth moved, "A pack of Male and Female Mojos! Almost as good as the Rabbit Pill, this pack of six each is sure to keep you and yours going for a long time. Finally," the last cloth is moved to... a book? Most just stare at is, "Really? This is the last thing you could come up with? What is it?" Robert whispers to Patricia, "Well.. alright, lastly we have the complete series of The Lord of The Rings, carefuly perserved, sealed in a glass case. You are encouraged to team up for the compatition, the person or pair that gets the most reaction from the audiance will get to pick one of our lovely prizes! Do I have any volunters!?"
Anbessa raises an eyebrow over at Cerris curiously. He certainly remembers the voice, which makes him smirk as this easilly makes Cerris' disguise moot to him, but he ain't gonna blow the guy's cover over what happened last time... Even if it is tempting. He does seem to quietly observe the mocha kitty and Dio though as his tail sways behind him, letting the room fill with a delightful flowery scent as he stands with his arms crossed. He obviously ain't volunteering, the Talakai spacing out for a moment as he reminices on something a while back... Makes him wish he was human so he COULD dance though.
Dio looks towards the door as various and familiar agents begin filing through, most likely drawn by the same thing she was, unless they simply loved to party and she didn't know. Hearing a rather small husky address her, the lioness smiles and nods her head at Miora. "I would be honored, ma'am. It's wonderful to see you again." And then his little cat girl came in, but why did she look so timid? Such will have to be investigated later. Listening to the proposal, the lioness lets out a rather large laugh and starts moving towards Cookies. "Do you hear that, my lady? A dance contest, but..." She bends down and whispers something into Cookies' ear before raising her hand to the sky. "We would like to enter, my beautiful cat girl and I."
Miora smiles to Dio and leans on the wall, although at the mention of dance she blusehs and looks down to her paws a bit, not sure how good she would be. At first not thinking of entering, that is until the books are mentioned, both her floppy ears perking up as much as they can at the mention of those books, and in mid condition too. She looks to Anbessa but he already seems to of already stepped down from the competition. A small whimper coming from her, she glances to Dio but he already seems to have a partner. Her tail tucking and ears pulling back as she wasn't sure who she was going to dance with if not either of them...
Arano looks up and then considers... OK, a DANCE competition? That wasn't what he was expecting, maybe an orgy or perhaps a competition to see who the best fu... OH! Still, he can't help but snicker a bit at the prizes on offer and snidely says, "So, two items to help you spend all day getting laid... and one item to ensure you never get laid again." Looking around, he thinks about whether or not to even enter, or perhaps just stand off to the side. He glances towards Dio and Cookies, suddenly recognizing the lioness. He thinks for a few moments and shrugs, "Well, guess it can't hurt to enter, but I strongly suspect that they aren't talking about 'dancing' in the usual sense..." he looks towards Miora and, having made up his mind asks, "...if you need a dance partner I'm free,"
Cerris found himself turned a bit off by what was up for grabs, aphrodisiacs and nerd gear? Well he could always donate the nerd gear to the K & S project perhaps. Wait...Cookies was here and that lioness...why was she talking like Dio...Oh this was rich...he was totally going to have to break this shit up and have some fun. Trouble was, he didn't have a partner and his initial plan to snag Cookies was vapor for the time being.
"Eh, need me a limber bitch, any of ya know how ta move?"
Cookies stares up at Dio with a wide frown.
Cookies stares up at Dio with a wide frown. "You... But I just wanted..." She clutches at her hair and sighs quietly, shaking her head vigorously and backing away from Dio a couple of steps. "I just want to- to relax- I- I don't..." One last sigh comes from the mocha-skinned catgirl, though she makes no effort to make her protests clear to the otter. "Son of a bitch," she groans, then steps up next to the lioness, scratching at the back of her head. "I need a drink. I need a brewery. If we win, I'm pawning it all off for a brewery. Or all the drinks a brewery can brew. Or maybe I should just put these fat fuckin' things to work..." she glances down at her breasts and trails off into a series of disgruntled mumblings.
Not getting anyone just yet.. a few.. Oh! Here comes a pair! A Slut Rat and an Ember Breeder. They get up on stange and the music starts! Mr. Brightside, by The Killers! They are completely nude dancing up there, and at first it seems to be a interesting dance, before... the Slut Rat's cock finds its way up in the Ember Breeder, who, to the beat, starts jacking hirself off while wiggling with the Slut Rat. Somehow they managed to keep up what resembles a dance, the Breeder doing most of the work, rubbing at hirself, and putting on quite a show with her cock dripping all over the stage! Finally, as the song comes to its final notes, the Slut Rat blasts into the Breeder, the Breeder sparying the crowd! A few hoot and hollar, but all in all they didn't seem to get too much of a 'reaction' from everyone, on a few spilling their own loads. To help keep dancers from slipping, a Goo Girl brings herself over the stage, quickly absorbing any lost 'offerings.' "A good starter preformance!" The otter annouces, cock throbbing before him a bit brighter and a bit harder, "Do we have any more?"
Anbessa stares out and up at the stage as the first pair come up on stage... And quickly make it clear what kind of game this is. With his eyes openning a bit more, he steps a little back as the Talakai frowns and looks over towards Miora... Who seems to be approached by Arano, which makes him blink. He stares at the two... Then lets his ears fall flat atop of his head as he looks back towards the others, taking a few steps back. He ain't wanting to join this, but he won't leave Miora here alone. He does quietly observe Miora though.
"Going to relax within a nightclub?" Dio questions, clearly not convinced by Cookies' response. "You seem to be hiding from some emotional distress, but we'll get to that. Helping the greater good with a bit of fun could do well for one's soul." Watching the rather... lewd performance, Dio winces a little, but certainly didn't expect anything different from ferals or those close to becoming one. "We shall take the next dance," she says, dragging Cookies up upon the stage. "Something slow, if you will." As a businessman, one realizes that perhaps one of the most important things to learn is your audience. Appeal to them, and rake in the profits. Sure sex appeals to them, but being around naked folks all the time dulls the experience. A hint and a tease to drive the world wild, begging for more. It pained her pride to use her new-found femininity to her advantage, but...
The lioness puts on a rather seductive pout pout upon her lips and bends down slightly, exposing the top of her chest as she delivers a blown kiss into the audience. "Are you ready," she questions with a chuckle, moving her hands from her knees up to her skirt, slowly ripping the fabric to allow more movement and a little more fur...
Moving up to Cookies, the lioness sways her hips and swishes her tail against the floor, eventually making it brush against the cat girl's legs with a faux purr. She puts one of Cookies' hands into her own while the other wraps around her back, pulling the cat girl's body against her own to smoosh their chests together as they embrace in a romantic kiss.
After the wonderful, chest bumping kiss, the pair break away and start to do a typical slow and close embraced slow dance across the stage, swaying her hips and occasionally putting out her rear against that skirt of hers. After a nod of her head, the lioness is spun around by Cookies and then bends slightly backwards, exposing the top half of her chest to the audience with a seductive smile and pouted lips. Coming back up, she engages Cookies with another lip-locking kiss and suddenly grabs her hips, holding her up in the air right when the music stops and looking out into the audience.
Miora looks up to Arano and folds her ears back in thought, the first act coming and gi, the tall dragon towering over her. "Well... I... I can't do anything sexual with you, sorry, but if your ok with that I can try... I have never really done any dance outside the waltz..." she says, her ears pinned back, thinking the dragon would likely find another partner, "But if you still think we have a chance we can try." she says with a small shy smile. Doing her best ot stand tall, giving several glances back to Bessa to see if he was ok, but otherwise standing her ground, waiting for an answer.
Arano looks over the dancers and then, seeing it on display, thinks about it for a moment, and frowns, "On second thought... not sure I want to lower myself to being a stripper. And I see you are of a similar mind Miora... so yah, going to pass," he then sighs a bit and says, "Really should have thought that through." He just sits and watches on the sidelines instead - if it's really worth it, worst case scenario, they can shoot there way through to the books in question.
Cerris grunts, the towering wyrm looking around as invisible phantasms twist and whorl with his his desires, then wash outward, his hunger to be sated by devouring that which has seeded the lust in the room before he begins. The passion of those watching would be stoked by he and he alone!
In that same moment he lunges forward catching an Ember breeder by hir pulsing shaft and leading hir back by it with a bold and possessive manner. "Come, for the time bein, yer m'bitch and I'm gonna bend you to the beat."
Having six arms allows him to meet hir arm for arm and force hir up onto two legs, twisting into a tango, forcing hir to grip one of his shafts as he grips hirs, a dance of dominance, stimulation and sexuality all at once begining.
Now we have some action! First Dio and Cookies, getting quite a bit of howls and sounds from the group, as well as quite a bit of pumping and jilling! Probably would have been more if not for Cerris bringing down the ferals, but it was enough to put them in the lead. Next Cerris with a Breeder take the stage, helping things get a bit more messy! Not as much as what Dio and Cookies do, but quite a bit none the less! Still Dio and Cookies in the lead. "Do we have anymore?" asks the Otter, looking ready to blow at any moment!
Though, from the crowd, even the Talakai in the crowd begins to frown at the sensation that passes over him... Well, he cannot help but find that as an unfair advantage, BUT, there is a remedy for that. Blushing, he looks around for a moment... At least until he watches Dio and Cookies. He watches... And lets his mind enter that little gutter in everyone's little noggin'... And just like that, the Talakai is flustered enough, blushing and gaining a bit of duo bulges within his cargo pants. But, more interestingly, the scent that was filling the room is quietly replaced with a nice little touch of Talakai influence~! A little area of arousal is always fun, though he hopes that it helps out the people on stage. He has a bad feeling though he may need to get relief if he holds this for too long.
Miora nods and looks up to the stage, biting her lip she reaches into her satchel and grabs a christmas stocking cap, along with a tight tube top, barely big enough to cover her areolas along with a skirt that came only half way down her thighs. Not leaving too much to the imagination, but enough to be a tease anyone. Walking over to Anbessa she hands him her glasses, only needing them to read, and her bag n scarf, smiling at noticing what he was doing, quickly giving a kiss to his cheek "Wish me luck.". She walks towards the stage "I'll go." she calls to the otter, quickly walking over to the person playing the music and handing him a casset tape, walking up on stage she takes the mic from the otter and takes a soft breath before the music starts. The purple and blue husky wearing two tube top pieces over her two sets of breasts and the short skirt, a slightly redder magenta stocking cap on her head too.
The music starts and slowly Miora starts with it. "Santa Baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me. Been an awful good girl, Santa baby..." Slowly she starts to do a rather sexy walk form one end of the stage to the other, her hips swaying, her body doing a small jiggle every now and then, doing her best to hopefully work up the audiance more with the idea of imagination of what they don't see and teasing rather than simply give them the full body indulgance. She continues with the song, hoping it was enough for the lust charged room, the song could easily be taken down a rather naughty path, and the husky having a rather smooth voice to go with it. While she wasn't a dancer, the teasing walk, the glances at her cleavage and curvy body hopefully counted for something.
part way through the song she takes the mic and wedges into her top row of breasts, the breasts acting as a very good microphone holder as she runs her hands over her curves, her cleavage, and thighs. Letting her breasts softly mold aorund it in a silken fashion while the soft flesh seems oddly well for holding it. Helping to draw the eye to her body. As the end of the song starts to approach she turns and does a little waltz away from the audiance, her tail lifting up the skirt enough to show off her bare heart shaped rump, along with the white pattern of her fur forming a heart pattern. Her hips giving a fine few sways at the last few tones and end of the song, just before it ends she turns and gives a eye half lidded 'come hither' look. With her hidden paw infront of her cleavage she motions for the lights to cut off, doing that just on cue, leaving only the outline and silhouette to be seen.
Soon the lights coming back on and handing the mic back to the otter, heading off stage, hoping that it was good enough to get those books, both for herself and future generations to read it. Moving to near Anbessa taking deep breaths to keep herself calm. The husky seeming quite calm despite her heavy shyness, focusing on the fact that a piece of art is on the line... and unlike the others here she wasn't one to break the rules of an organized event.
Arano seemed to zone out a bit, letting out a bit of a yawn, and really not even focusing at all. He shrugs a bit and decides that he had better things to do than get a bunch of ferals off. Turning about he shoulders his rifle and walks out the door, not really even participating at all.
Cerris had to admit that the christmas husky was pretty amazing, so amazing in fact, whilst spinning his partner out into a dip, he just let go. The sound of hir fall never reached his ears, no all he heard was a sweet song and saw a shaking form. Shit, what had he been miosssing out on? Well whatever..he'd have to get her name and number later...for now he'd verified that this event wasn't apart of the problem he'd originally been sent here to check on.
That decides a winner! The Plump Tigeress presents the book in glass to Miora, as a great deal of the ferals spill what is in them all over the floor, the stage, each other, and even some of the participents! However, quite a few of them, including Patricia, seem to look at Miora with a crazed look in their eyes, hard cocks, dripping pussies. Robert gives a slight merwl, and takes off as they charge the soon to be in need of help husky!
The Talakai's reaction is quick, like the rest of the fighters. Though, even if it takes a bit, it soon ends, thankfully enough. Though it leaves Anbessa growling and seething with anger and frustration. It was looking fine at the start, then the ferals were going to do this? Nuh uh. Though after his eyes cleared up from the various milks, blood, and other liquids that flew, he cannot help but shudder at the devestation around that the team did. Thoooough, unluckilly for the first feral, which is Robert, the Talakai ain't done with just knocking em' down. Gripping his still burning and glowing spear, the Talakai marches forward towards the downed feral with blade tip pointed at the feral's neck. "You... ALL... Intended to rape my mate...?" He asks rhetorically, quickly shouting in still obvious adrenaline filled anger afterwords with a, "HOPE IT IS WORTH IT!" The Talakai raises up his spear into the air as his teeth become bared, him swinging the blade down at the downed Feral's neck. The one way he knew how to make a critter not get back up is usually an obvious one.
Dio watches Miora's charged display, giving a long clap and perhaps getting a bit hotter under the collar than she'd care to admit. "Well done, my lady," she says, taking a small sniff within the air and noticing a familiar scent that makes her shiver. Talakai... And there's only one in the room it would seem. Noticing the large uprising of horny folks, the lioness takes to defend the endangered husky, brawling it out like an old-fashioned bar fight and landing a solid uppercut right into Patricia's jaw with a satisfying crack. "I'm not one to hit ladies, but sometimes there are more important things." Observing Anbessa, the lioness takes the moment to head over to the reward table and pick-up the sealed books within her grasp. "Before using powers to make individuals horny," she says, turning around to Anbessa, "Be sure that you don't use them around horny ferals next to your friends. The results were quite obvious." Hopping off the stage with prize in hand, the lioness stops and looks back at the brawl, "Let's escape this nasty place!"
Miora smiles as she takes the book into her hands, hugging hte glass case close. "yelps as the ferals charge towards her, but as the first two hold them off Miora nods, quickly tendrils coming from her back, the two taking a hold of her prize as she began her healing
When the crowd turned into an unmitigated orgy and brawl, A single drake becomes a focus for all that, his form drawing upon their passions, tearing away the bonds that would give them the strength to carry on. His hands each ignite, thorns piercing the spreading blaze. Then the /true dance began, wreathed in flame he lashed out with fist, wing and fang, the wyrm drew the tide upon him.
The tide was too much for one man and yet when it seemed he would fall, he reached out and snatched up a beerstein and smote one of his attackers, pressing it to the breasts of a fallen breeder and draining hir essence into it whilst biting into the breasts of another, in turn tipping back his impromptu brew whilst his wings drive back others and allow him to recover.
In the end he strides away from the fallen, his gaze sweeping the pockets of standing forms in search of cookies and the christmas cutey, he had a bone to bury with both of them.
Miora smiles as she takes the book into her hands, hugging hte glass case close. "Thankyou." she says to the tigeress although as she turns to notice the surging forward ferals she yelps as the ferals charge towards her, but as the first two hold them off Miora nods, quickly tendrils coming from her back, the two taking a hold of her prize as she began her healing, squirting milk on sounds she can and using her special nanite abilities and nanomagic to keep everyone healed and ontop of their game, some people ending up spattered in milk by the end of it. When it is over MIora looks around the room rather guiltily, they were mean to charge her, but she didn't think they deserved death... She walked over to the one she could help and used one of her abilities to at least heal them, but not wake the ones knocked out. "Lets go hun." she says to Bessa, going to retrieve her bag and medkit from where he had been. Giving a glance back to him she waits for him to calm down and head out the door with her.
With the fight over, the ferals beaten back, they look to those who defeated them, a bit frighted of what may happen next. As Miora shows them mercy, Anbessa gives a slight huff, following her out still seeing a bit of red. Healed by the husky milk, they turn back on each other, the music starting up once more and, the nightclub is once again a WUBWUBWUB of indecancy and lewdity, as if nothing had ever happened.
