Fleshly Desires (NSFW)

[Clouds of Sapphire]

Fleshly Desires, a truly grandiose structure, two stories tall and incredibly wide, easily the most impressive and eye catching structure for miles and miles. Within the warm, provocative colors that painted its outside, any aspiring patrons would find themselves within a true paradise. The air of the entire expansive bottom floor had a light, steamy fog to it, giving the whole place a very distinct dream-like quality. There were large pools for swimming built into the floor, as well as smaller, more shallow, but still quite sizable hot tubs for relaxing, potentially with plenty of company. Long, very sturdy and very comfortable tables were set up near the sauna, where masseuses were always readily available to make one's aches and stresses melt away under their elegant fingers. Aforementioned sauna nearby, quite massive and with plenty of cozy seating to enable soothing intimacy with other patrons or providers of service.

A well furnished bar in another corner of the huge, open space, with a rainbow assortment of beverages made to bring about an equally varied array of sensations to weaken the various barriers of one's mind and allow it to just live in the moment. Always tended by a hyper voluptuous beauty with a welcoming, disarming, flirty smile. Another corner of the room was dedicated to a fairly large stage, where patrons could enjoy some especially jiggly exotic dancing, and there were even more secluded areas near the stage where more intimate dances could be enjoyed. There were plenty of furnishings dedicated to purely lounging and relaxing to be found wherever one looked. Most of them were quite large, so that multiple exceedingly busty darlings could potentially lounge together while draped in each other's warm, bountiful flesh.

Two very large square platforms could be found near the center of the room. One was above the floor, padded, with a large circle drawn around the center of it. The other was more of a square pit in the floor, its padded base covered simply in a thin layer of mud that was regularly changed out to be kept as pure and clean as possible.

At the very center of the room, surrounded by all the lovely accommodations the bottom floor of the establishment provided, was what would only be described as an exceedingly large and comfortable throne, made to provide peak relaxation to multiple exceedingly large and comfortably chested beauties at once. And perhaps the largest, most comfortably cushioned beauty of them all was the one who could be found relaxing in her throne the most often: The very owner of the whole establishment, The Proprietress to most, Saturna to those who wished to be closer.

Saturna cut a figure that was as imposing as it was radiant and ravishing. Much of her silvery-white hair was done up in an almost perfectly spherical bun at the upper back of her head, with the rest of the luxurious, silken mane still more than long enough to spill down the rest of her entire body, almost to her feet. It was like that if she undid said bun, her luscious locks would be dragging along the floor a good distance behind her. A large cloth covered two-thirds of her face, and was always a beautiful compliment to whatever colors her outfit contained on any given day. Whatever was connecting the article to her head was rendered invisible by her hair, though one might see a hint of bead-like chains if one got a close enough look at the base of her long, pointed, somewhat elven somewhat goblinoid ears. Her eyes and nose were fully concealed by this "mask", with the only part of her visage visible being her mouth. Said mouth was host to a set of full, pillowy, succulent, eminently kissable lips. So appealing, they were, that they even managed to draw the eye away from the slightly grotesque way in which the corners of her maw was made to extend farther than natural, with the top and bottom connected beyond the natural length of her mouth by thin stretches of flesh. Her thick, blunted white fangs were perpetually visible beyond the little hole-like formations at the very edge of her unnaturally wide maw. Her face would also be the first visible instance, if one gazed upon her from the top down, of her incredibly smooth and attractively shiny flesh that appeared to be a shade somewhere between mossy green, smoky gray and bronze. Given the color of her flesh and her considerable size and stature, it was believed that she might be of the lineage of ogres, orcs, trolls or something of the like.

Saturna was far too voluptuous and feminine in form to be described as "burly", but her thick, curvy, meaty limbs held considerable strength that could be gleaned even at a glance. Her forearms and hands in particular were a little fuller, thicker, more attractively pudgy than the average humanoid, with soft mitts from which four plump, lovely digits branched, all tipped with filed down claws. She possessed a mighty belly and hips, full and round, yet angelically smooth and beautifully shaped to perfection to fit with the rest of her form. Her hips were notably wide even by the standards of a voluptuous being of her size, and formed down into decadently thick, creamy, juicy thighs that could effortlessly crush a skull between them if their owner pleased. As grandiose as the curvature of this heavy goddess given flesh was, though, they were still completely eclipsed from vision from most angles by the sheer enormity, the utter rotundity of a pair of breasts that looked like they could blot out the very sky itself if viewed from below. They utterly filled and overflowed beyond even the considerable span of her lap, and gorgeously curved outwards in such bulk that when sitting down she appeared to be naught but a colossal pair of fat tits with limbs and extremities poking out of them. They were mouth-wateringly monstrous boulders of thick, wobbly flesh, housed with an endless supply of lover's milk, and that were shockingly even heavier than they appeared, constructed as they were of a dense, blubbery consistency and thickness. When she walked, the sound that was made when they naturally clapped and sloshed together could make mountains quake, and not just her own.

Rounding off her form was a fairly long, but mostly thick and blubbery tail that she seemed to have very little actual control over, if any at all. It was just a big, meaty, lovely limb that seemed to limply drag along the ground behind her wherever she went. Her feet, like her hands, had a beauteous curve and quality to them, but were stout enough to carry her overwhelming presence of 6'2" with every inch from nearly head to toe bursting at the seams with power and thick, fertile curves. They, too, contained only four plump toes and elegantly filed down claws. She was the full matronly package, an absolute unit of a woman, and was near the level of divinity to behold and in the way she carried herself, despite and perhaps even in part because of her small assortment of more monstrous qualities.

At the moment, the smiling woman was just quietly enjoying the vibes around her; the scents, sounds, the sensations that came with the fairest beings enjoying the most exquisite comforts and one another. She held a small dish in one hand raised near her head, gingerly tipping it around to stir the warm alcohol it contained along its circular perimeters, occasionally bringing it to her elegant lips to imbibe a small portion of it.

She was currently garbed in only a very long, flowing cape of earthy, almost autumnal browns, oranges and flecks of gold that were matched by the design of her face covering. The cape was held in place by the long, thin lavish chains that spilled down the front of Saturna's heavily curved body, further weighed down by the many opulent stones that broke up the dazzling silver links. Dressed lightly, to say the least, as she often was, but what little was worn only served to further enhance the transcendent beauty and power so naturally possessed by her form. Ah, just another perfect day in her beautiful den of love and indulgence. What else was there even to do in this moment for a woman like Saturna but smile and just bask in it?

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Gloria:

It wasn't Gloria's first visit to the Fleshly Desires Spa, but she couldn't really be called a 'regular' yet and was still learning her way around the place. Her last few visits had been fun though, and today, she was hoping for some more as she prowled around.

For the most part, Gloria was a typical Zeraora. Her thighs, hips, forearms, and shoulders were all thick and fluffy-furred, yellow with black zigzag patterns in them. By comparison, her feet, calves, torso under her shoulders, and biceps were all slimmer and short-furred with a solid dark-grey coat. Her face had a distinctly feline look to it and was mostly short-black-furred in front, but all around her head was more of the longer yellow fur and hair. But much like every other beauty in this spa, which had a 'minimum size' to entry, Gloria was sporting a gorgeously fat set of boobs. Oh, she was far, far from the biggest size in the spa, she was actually on the smaller end of the bell curve, but her shorter-than-average height also made them look a little bigger. Her tits were fat enough to reach down to cover over her crotch while still being full and protruding forward with round, milk-burdened goodness, and her nipples were a light blue color like the highlights on her face and paws. However, her peaks were covered at the moment by her loose t-shirt which was fully black with some rock band logos on the front, a simple garment for a more 'punk'-ish gal like her.

The last few times she was here, Gloria had fun actually acting the part of a "seemingly lost, uncertain girl" to lure another huge-breasted female to her for some fun, only for Gloria to turn the tables and show that she actually had quite the aggressive streak with some experience! She wasn't playing the part up that hard this time, she was considering giving the mud-wrestling a try this time if she could find a decently fun opponent, but she also looked very much not-busy and unoccupied as she slowly wandered around the Fleshly Desires first floor, not realizing that today, she might be catching the eyes of an even bigger fish than she could handle...

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Valerie:

In the bar section of Fleshly Desires, there was a female sitting and sipping her favorite margarita, while she slowly scanned her eyes around the floor, watching all the other lovely ladies that passed by over time, while looking relaxed and approachable herself. Valerie was a long-time regular and liked lady-watching until she spotted someone who looked like they could use a sweet mommy to cuddle and maybe tempt into doing much raunchier things with. She never went a day at the Fleshly Desires without giving some mommy-affection to at least two other females during her stay. She had seen the lone Zeraora already and would have checked her out, but Valerie's sharp observation caught that someone else had their attention on the Zeraora, and Valerie wasn't one to poach. Though she'd never say no if offered to share!

Valerie was a gator gal, and one of the older patrons in Fleshly Desires both in age and in actual membership. Her whole large and tall body was thickly juicy and curvy, very maturely-proportioned as befitting an experienced mother like herself. Most of her body was clad in dark-green scales that were knobbly and a little rough-looking, especially with her long, thick, triangular gator-tail and her head and face. As a gator, her reptilian face was elongated and wide, a protruding rectangular maw of teeth that she would never hurt anyone with, as they were well-cushioned by lusciously plump lips. On her belly and chest though, she had much thinner and smoother bright yellow scales, before even getting to her own gargantuan funbags that she sported. She was actually about the center of the bell-curve of Fleshly Desires patrons, as when standing upright her own stuffed-full knockers would reach almost down to her knees, while right now they were filling up her entire lap and spilling out beyond where she was sitting. She wasn't as big as the Proprietress for sure, but she still had enough matronly meat to share! Her own breasts were capped with dark brown nipples signifying her motherhood, but hers were also covered at the moment by her light-blue, and very tightly-conforming thick blue sweater to really complete her "mommy" look.

The gator woman didn't always look the most approachable, and that was why she made such an effort to be as sweet and free-loving to all she interacted with, always went out of her way to give some tender affection to another hyper-breasted female...though she was at her most fun when she could playfully tease a female into topping her and taking what they wanted, Valerie did so love to rev and wind up other ladies and get them to really cut their desires loose. Valerie was always only too happy to submit to being the target of any beastly intentions she could awaken in others...and she didn't think she'd be waiting much longer before a good candidate caught her eye for some love.

 

[shroom]

Mar:

It was another day in paradise for the strongest of the Proprietress' rings. She'd just finished up with giving a patron a massage, but unfortunately her offer to follow the individual to their next destination or even head upstairs for some more private fun had been politely refused. She wasn't too heartbroken though, as she had worked at the establishment for long enough to understand that some people just had different interests. She glanced briefly to the throne in the center upon which Saturna sat to make sure her favorite wrestling partner was not in need of her before heading over to the bar for some refreshments. She considered inviting Fleshly Desire's hefty owner down into the ring for a round or two, but at the very least found herself craving something to drink first.

Mar herself certainly looked the part of someone who could best the monolithic Saturna in combat. Absolutely ripped, she was positively bulging with muscles across all the important parts of the body. Arms, legs, abs, all were the definitive peak of strength and fitness, and she carried them with such a pride and confidence that even when relaxed she exuded an aura of intimidating power. Typical of one of her kind, her rippling musculature was covered mostly in a blue-gray skin made up of small, squishy but hard scales that feel invitingly smooth if one ran their hand from top to bottom, but any hand that went from bottom to top would feel a sharp roughness that with repeated exposure would threaten to actually break skin. The abs, in comparison, were a lighter white-grey skin with a much more pleasant squishy texture no matter which way it was interacted with. This lighter color covered all of her underbelly and extended down into her crotch, gracing the insides of her upper thighs and extending along the lower part of her long, thick, shark-finned tail. It also extended up her torso all the way to her face, including one of her most important aspects as far as Fleshly Desires was concerned: her breasts.

The shark girl's breasts were big. Very big. Huge, even. However, compared to many of the beauties around her, the woman's chest melons were actually almost reasonable in relative size. Large enough certainly to fully engulf even larger being's heads and produce that divine ambrosia known as Lover's Milk, they were still within the size bracket that allowed her strong arms to wrap around her own bust enough that with some squishing she could even lock her hands around her wrists. Topping her hefty puppies were large, puffy and surprisingly "normal" colored creamy pink nipples with matching areola. Those however were currently not plainly visible, hidden as they were by the over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders currently containing her fabric-stretching mounds. It's not that she didn't like being naked once in a while, but she found she enjoyed how she looked more when wearing at least a bikini top to give her some semblance of modesty.

As mentioned previously, the doughy paler flesh not only covered the entirety of her milk mountains but also extended up to cover the lower part of her face. This thankfully included her plump, kissable lips that gave her mouth an interesting dichotomy when one compared their plush softness to the vicious sharpness of the teeth within. Multiple rows of pearly whites, all of which came to dangerous, predatory looking points filled her maw and gave even her most friendly of smiles a hint of potential danger. A hard line across the middle of her cute, blunt, upturned nose marked the transition from squishy skin back to potentially dangerous scales that covered the rest of her face including her fin-like ears and steely blue eyes. The lighter, more sensitive skin could also be found inside of said ears, the only disconnected islands of it other than the palms of her hands and soles of her feet. Neon blue hair graced the top of her head and cascaded down to her shoulders, soft but wild with an untamed style as if it refused to be wrangled into a more orderly shape.

After grabbing a drink, she scanned the area in search for a good place to sit. There were a few empty tables here and there, but something much more inviting caught her attention: a familiar face sitting at a table alone. It was always a good day when Valerie stopped in, and an even better day when the shark girl found her before she'd found someone else to spend her night with. Mar got along with the matronly gator quite well, and that extended beyond just fun times in the bedroom. The two ladies had much in common, being aquatic beings with rough exteriors that enjoyed nothing more than spending time with other women of similarly sized busts. Sometimes the two of them would just sit and talk, and even when they did go upstairs for private time Mar always enjoyed the post-coital pillow talks she had with the lovely woman.

"Well hey there Val, looks like you could use some company." Mar said as she approached the table, pulling a seat out to plop herself into it and cause her boobies to bounce and jiggle a little with the sudden movement. "How's it going? Good day so far?" she asked the woman, taking a sip from her drink as she relaxed into the older woman's company.

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Zaphe:

Zaphe didn't really have anything to do at the moment. No-one had commanded her to serve drinks, the bar was already being manned, and no patrons had come up to request a massage or even a "private massage". Thinking back to the employee training she had just recently received, she recalled that if she was ever at work with nothing to do, she was to wander the establishment looking for individuals who looked like they were in search of company. So, she set about to just... wander.

Being a meat golem, she had no real "true" shape, and due to her strange quirk of constantly maintaining appearance-altering illusion magic she had no "true" look either. The closest she got was the form she took now: an average height, average looking Eevee girl. Her breasts were at the minimum size she could make them, with even the smallest they could get being large enough to hang down so far that they completely obscured her featureless crotch from view. All of her other features were bog-standard though, ears standing tall on her head and a large, fluffy tail swishing behind her, brown fur covering her body with a thicker cream-colored tuft of it around her neck.

When not actively interacting with someone, her demeanor was so neutral that a casual observer would question if there was anything going on inside of her head at all. She was emotionlessly non-expressive enough that she simply blended into the crowd, becoming almost invisible with how generic she both looked and acted. It would be surprising for any clientele to approach her as such, so she simply observed and searched for a place she was needed. Her wanderings brought her close to the front door of the establishment just as it seemed that someone, or sometwo, was entering in.

 

[Clouds of Sapphire]

Chilly:

Indeed it was that an odd sometwo would enter into the establishment as the fluffy meat golem neared the entrance. Stars were in all four of Chilly's eyes as she took in the heavenly sights with wonder. "Wow! There really are so many cuties like us everywhere here!" the smaller form of the two would chime, little hands on her cheeks as she floated next to her larger body. "Mmm, I've been dying for a chance like this~ Jeez, though, everyone here's so pretty... Might be hard to get attention..." the other body noted thoughtfully, a small pout of self doubt formed on her full lips.

She was a peculiar sight, to be sure, but an absolutely breathtaking one that would be right at home in an establishment such as this once she built up a little confidence. To any onlookers, she looked like two wholly different beings, of wildly different sizes! The smaller was an imp-like cutie with wide, sparkling red eyes, long, cutely pointed ears, a tiny button of a nose and full, pillowy lips. Her hair was a light and pale, lovely shade of blue, attractively messy, spilling all the way down her back and nearly brushing her ankles. The upper back of it was also done up in a loose ponytail that ended a few inches above where the rest of her cascading locks stopped. Most of her soft, smooth, supple flesh was a light mauve, but smoothly faded into pastel blue at the cute, simple hands and feet at the ends of her curvy limbs. The pastel blue also pooled along both entrances to her nigh endless cleavage and along the decadent inner curves between them. Just above her ample bottom blossomed a long, thin, ropey tail with a plume of hair-like fluff that matched the rest of her luscious mane.

Her other body, or companion to any onlookers, had a similarly cute-as-a-button look to her visage. The same dazzling red jewels serving as optics, the same little button nose and full, soft lips. The only real differences as far as the features of her head were the more human shape of her ears and that her voluminous, cascading mauve locks only spilled down to roughly the small of her back, with none of it done up in any sort of ponytail or braid. The incredibly ample curves of her torso were also a near mirror of the smaller form, complete with wide hips and an attractively full, lush tummy. Below her hips was an entirely different story, though, as it extended down instead into an incredibly long, plump and thick serpentine body several times the length of her humanoid portion. Oddly, it seemed comprised of the same flesh that made up the rest of her, no scales to speak of that would be found on most typical lamias. Her skin seemed to be the inverse of the imp-like form's, where it was primarily pastel blue and faded into mauve in much the same patterns and places, as well as the tail of her serpent half.

The other thing near identical about the odd, gorgeous pair were the positively rotund, endlessly milk-laden puppies that blossomed from their chests and filled out with such utter enormity that their full teardrop shapes completely eclipsed nearly all features of their bodies all the way down past their knees-- or, in the massive lamia body's case, roughly where knees would have been. Each pair of juicy milkers was also capped with identically pink, bloated saucers for areolae and plump, milky nubs. The imp form was roughly three feet in height, a veritable short stack, whereas the other body was five feet tall just from the hips up, giving her an overall even larger frame than the Proprietress!

"Ooh! There! She looks like she's on the hunt for some company! Kind of a cute and simple look, too, I bet I--er, we, would be super exciting for someone like her~!" the smaller form chirped, motioning towards the plain but adorable fluffy darling that had just wandered her way into clear view of the pair. Without a moment further of hesitation, the two beautiful forms floated and slithered their way in a beeline straight to Zaphe and settled right by each of her shoulders, forming a flirty little pincer attack. "Hey there, cutie~! I--We're fresh and new here!" chirped the imp-like form with a warm, flirty grin. "And we're just so overwhelmed, there's just so much to do and see, we dunno where to even start~!" cried the lamia form in faux distress, assuming a shy and demure look, partially hiding her face behind her long hair. "You think you'd be able to show a couple of fresh faces the ropes~? Or better yet, a good time~?" purred the smaller, she brazenly reaching forward with a little hand to run her tiny, harmless claws up under the chin of the fluffy Zaphe. If the meat golem were paying even the tiniest amount of attention, she would notice that the "pair" had identical voices, with the imp form making a rather mediocre attempt at pitching it up whenever she spoke. Either way, she now had a very forward and flirty little darling and a big, sweet, shy and demure girl both clamoring for her attention. It was sure to be an interesting day for the newbie worker!

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Saturna:

Just as the gorgeous and mighty Proprietress brought her sake to her lips for another sip, her ears gave a receptive twitch. Ah. Her "radar" had picked up on some very tantalizing vibes nearby. She was very much enjoying present company, of course, but she was always eager to find new beautiful souls to have some fun with... Perhaps even fall in love with. She just had so much love to share, after all, her heart positively overflowing with it. Mar was, of course, the most pronounced source of energy nearby. Her vibe was unmistakable. Oh, it would have been very easy to trot right over and enjoy her company, easier than breathing. It seemed she had found some lovely company for herself, however, and while the prospect of mingling with both of those darlings was exquisitely tantalizing in its own right, she couldn't help but be drawn to and latch onto another source of immaculate energy; and this one appeared to be alone and in need of some company. And who would she be if she weren't ever-so willing to provide said company herself?

"Marisha, my dearest, would you be a darling and assist me in navigating to a person of interest~?" the orcish beauty purred to the Ring that was presently providing her companionship on the throne. The beautiful, plump Swampert, whom had been busy salivating and ogling the milk-loaded racks passing by, blinked and quickly turned her attention to Saturna. "Oh! Y-yeah, sure, of course!" she stammered, wiping at her lips before standing up and gently taking the hand that had been offered out to her. With that, the towering, decadently curvy goddess of a woman would rise to her feet and hold out her hand in the general direction of where Gloria was wandering around. "That way, my love~"

Navigating towards the Zeraora was a little awkward with instructions being provided by a blind woman, but the resourceful Swampert eventually got the idea of whom her beloved Proprietress wished to approach. "Hey! Miss! Nice fluffy kitty!?" Marisha would call out to get Gloria's attention, getting her to stop long enough that she could bring the deliciously heavy and beautifully garbed trollish vixen to her. Each step closer the zaftig Proprietress took would be announced with a thick, resounding wobble and heavy sloshing of her empire toppling bosom. "Ah! Yes! Wonderfully done, my darling~ That will be all~ Oh, and do find yourself someone lovely and enjoy yourselves, won't you~?" she chirped to her companion, whom immediately assumed another hungry, delighted look and nodded vigorously before darting bouncily away.

Smirking with amusement, Saturna would then turn her full attention towards the gorgeous little Gloria, taking another small step closer. "Ah~ Darling~ I am loving the energy I'm getting from you~ Fierce. Energetic. Maybe even a little feisty, hmm~? And I couldn't help but notice you might be on the hunt for a little company, my dear~ I am Saturna, and you and I? We could have a lot of fun together~" she purred to the smaller beauty. Her hand slipped forward, with slight awkwardness, managing to make gentle contact with one of her arms, at which point she could gracefully guide her gentle touch up towards and to rest upon her cheek if Gloria allowed. "Mmm~ You seem like the type who might enjoy a little tussle~ How about it, my love? Fancy a little frolic with me in the mud pit?"

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Gloria:

The young Zeraora girl didn't know it yet, but her little 'ploy' had already succeeded far beyond anything she could have hoped for. As there was plenty of noise and plenty of heavy thudding going all around the entire building from the many titanically-endowed women striding about, Gloria didn't quite notice the pair of wobbly sloshing booms that were headed her way specifically, not until a voice nearby called out for a 'fluffy kitty', which had Gloria's ears perking up as she turned her head to find the source...and her eyes then widened as she saw who was approaching her!

Not just any random female patron or even servicewoman, but the Proprietress herself! How could anyone miss who she was? Frequently sitting on her throne in the center of the huge main hall, bigger than most (though not every) female in the building. Gloria thought very highly of herself with youthful enthusiasm, but for a moment she couldn't imagine how she had gotten the attention of the truly gargantuan grey-skinned troll-woman and wondered if she was in trouble for something! But Gloria relaxed slightly as the Proprietress dismissed her Swampert attendant, who Gloria's eyes drifted to and gave a brief impressed look at, before her attention shifted back to the owner of the Spa addressing her.

Gloria sucked in a small breath as those absolutely ginormous melons wobbled closer to her with Saturna's step, sloshing with the promise of sweet ambrosia. But she caught everything the Proprietress was saying...and slowly, Gloria grinned as Saturna spoke. "Yeah...'feisty' is something I've been called before. Hello Miss Saturna, I'm Gloria." The yellow-and-black electric feline replied impishly, though she then froze with another slight inhale of breath as Saturna turned slightly sideways to reach out and touch Gloria's shoulder. Gloria wouldn't admit it, but tingly happy chills ran up her spine as she felt that giant, meaty, yet gentle hand caress up her neck to her face, at which point Saturna made her offer.

Well...Saturna was supposed to be the wise old Proprietress...but on the other hand, her sheer breastful bulk would be a fun handicap in the pit, and apparently she was blind? Gloria had never actually gotten close enough to the Proprietress before to realize that, but now she was thinking, just how much of an accomplishment would it be if she could manage to top the jumbo female owner of the whole Fleshly Desires establishment! "Oh, I'm all for tussles, miss Saturna. I'd love to have a go with you in the mud pit! I may be young and smaller, but I think you'll find I've got a lot of energy to handle~!" A faint crackling pop of arcing sparks crawled up Gloria's body to emphasize her words, though with her control of her powers this particular display was completely harmless, and even if one of the arcs passed through Saturna's hand, all the troll-woman would feel is a gentle tingle.

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Valerie:

The mature and experienced regular of Fleshly Desires, attentive and observant as she was, of course noticed right away the moment the sharkess started making her way to Valerie's table. The gator MILF gave a wide smile with all her teeth, knowing her fellow aquatic predator would appreciate it, as Mar greeted her. "Oh Mar, hello to you as well darling~! How wonderful for you to join me today~!" Valerie cooed out in her soft motherly voice as Mar sat down, intentionally making sure to give her bikini-clad rack a bounce. Valerie continued smiling as she then shifted in place, seemingly getting more comfortable in her seat, but in such a way as she gave her own sweater-confined love pillows a nice audible wobble as well for Mar's benefit.

As the sharkess sipped her drink after her question, Valerie let out a slow, theatrical, dramatic sigh, and then cast her gaze around the slightly crowded hall with just how many females were strolling around today. "Oh Mar, honey, it's been such a sloooow day today. Can't you see? There's hardly anyone at all here! This place is practically empty~!" Valerie, with more quiet drama, rubbed the back of her hand against her forehead as she took in another deep breath and sighed -- which caused her bosom to heave up, almost straining her sweater. "Oh, but if only there were a nice girl around here, a strong woman, thick and muscular, with a glorious bosom filled with love...a blue and grey scaled-skin beauty with such dazzling sharp teeth and fetchingly adorable fins, who is assertive enough to just take what she wants from me~..." Valerie turned her head to face Mar, with a sideways tilt and the best pleading-eyed pouty face that the gator woman could muster. "...You wouldn't happen to be able to point out any girl like thaaaaat, would yoooouuuu~?" Valerie asked, with a tremble of her plush lips.

...For just a brief second, before Valerie could hold the act no longer and her face broke into a grin as she giggled lightly and lifted her cup in Mar's direction. "Oh, today's been quite nice so far darling." Valerie spoke this time in a normal tone and pace, with none of the overly-acted dramatic slowness of moments before. "Had a fantastic fling with a sweet ferret thing a few hours ago, young, but so eager! But of course, you know." Valerie winked sideways at Mar. "My day always gets even better the moment you start brightening it~!" Valerie gave a little lick of her tongue around her lips before she continued. "How about you, hon? Thought I saw you head into the massage rooms earlier with a pretty thing, did you have some nice fun there yourself?" She inquired to her friend.

 

[shroom]

Mar:

The bouncing wasn't necessarily intentional, more a natural result of the Ring knowing that the chairs were soft and being too lazy at that particular moment to care for sitting down normally. She certainly appreciated the reciprocation though, subtly licking her lips as she watched the gatoress' breasts wobble as she shifted in her seat. She wasn't sure how much was her natural inclination and how much was a result of her affection for the Proprietress, but Mar definitely preferred the heavier, more mature look for a potential lover over thinner or more muscular candidates. As far as she was concerned smaller patrons were for dominating and stronger patrons were for fighting, while thicker patrons like Valerie were the best for loving. What could she say, the weightlifter liked partners with a bit of weight she could lift in bed.

She did indeed appreciate the toothy smile that was offered to her on approach, and cracked into her own sharp-fanged grin as the matronly woman settled into a fit of theatrics. Mar knew she had a flair for the dramatic, but today she seemed interested in laying it on particularly thick. And the shark girl loved it, unable to keep an amused smirk from spreading across her face. Her eyes darted down to enjoy the way the woman's breasts almost seemed to expand with the deep breath she took in, but her gaze was mostly preoccupied with appreciating the over the top melodramatic expressions crossing the green-scaled woman's visage. The muscular employee's shoulders and breasts bounced slightly with soft chuckles when the gatoress gave her a side-eyed look and asked her a lip-trembling question. "If I see any, I'll make sure to point them your way~" she playfully responded in the brief silence that followed, unable to keep herself from breaking out into a short but full-bellied laugh in response to her companion's infectious giggles.

In response to the cup raised towards her, Mar lifted her own in a mimicry of clinking their glasses before going back to sipping upon it as she listened to Val's real answer. "You sweet talker~" came her response to the older woman's compliment, flashing her a flirty grin, "Careful not to kiss my ass too much though, lest I make you do it for real~" she teasingly threatened, subtly gnashing her teeth to accentuate what was really more of a promise than anything.

Hoping to at least finish her drink before starting anything up though, the blue-scaled beauty leaned back casually into her seat. "Good to hear though, hope it was fun." she offered in a relaxed tone. She knew it was sometimes difficult for the knobbly looking sweetie to attract potential lovers, so it was always nice to hear when things were going well for her in that department. "I did have a nice massage session with a patron, yeah, but they weren't really looking for someone like me when it came to heading upstairs." she offered with a shrug. "Not really bothered by it, to each their own and I know that I certainly offer to fill a pretty specific niche, but it did leave me feeling a little worked up." Now it was her turn to give a side-eyed glance at Valerie, a knowing twinkle in her gaze as she locked eyes with the other woman as she made an offer with a low, alluring growl. "Sounds like you're pretty free though. Want to spend some time in the spa together? Or would you rather just get right to the more private action~?"

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Zaphe:

Eyes being naturally drawn to the small commotion of the two peculiar new arrivals conversing with each other, Zaphe analyzed their behavior and mannerisms to determine that this was likely their first time coming to Fleshly Desires. The looks of wide-eyed wonder and the slight nervousness to their steps were dead giveaways, and she quickly adopted a friendly and welcoming persona in preparation of greeting them and introducing the two lovelies to her fine place of employment. Before she could take the initiative though, both darlings noticed and immediately beelined straight towards her.

Even with one hyper-buxom darling at each of her shoulders though, the illusion-cloaked meat golem showed no signs of being distressed or overwhelmed. She simply listened intently to the cadence and tone of their words, and the shifts and quirks of their body language. Zaphe hadn't been entirely sure before if they were just two friends or siblings with adorably mirrored appearances, but with the synchronicity of their movements and effectively identical voice, not to mention the little verbal slip at the start, she was now confident that she was dealing with one being in two bodies. More importantly though they had immediately gone into flirty mode with her, the larger form acting all shy while the smaller form went for a more brazen approach. She could act dominant towards the lamia and submissive towards the imp, but her instincts told her it might be even more enjoyable for the odd being the other way around.

So, when the floating one traced a claw underneath her seemingly fluffy chin her hand snapped up to grab their small wrist firmly but painlessly. Lowering her arm to gently force the adorable little thing to hover lower, she looked down at it with a smile on her face but a hardness in her eyes. "You may call me Zaphe." she said coldly, almost more of a command than an introduction. Her gaze turned to the slithering one then, and her own cute features softened back into that warm, welcoming smile. "And it's a pleasure to meet you! What should I call you, other than a couple of cuties yourself~?" When she spoke to the demure-acting body her voice was light and cheery, with an intentional grammatical error at the end to let Chilly know that while she knew what was going on she was still willing to play along, assuming she wasn't too flustered to pay attention to a subtle hint like that.

"For first timers as lovely as yourselves, may I recommend the spa area? The pools are refreshing, the hot tubs are relaxing, and if you have any knots or tightness in your body one of our professional masseuses can loosen you right up! I can even offer massages myself, if you're interested!" the eevee-appearing woman offered, gesturing a hand first at the area in question then to herself while the other hand maintained its inescapable grip on the impish body's wrist. As for the imp, her attention then shifted from the lamia to it and a sadistic glint came to her eye. "Speaking of knots, if you really want me to "show you the ropes", then we offer special, private massages upstairs~" she seductively purred, moving her hand to gesture at the stairs leading up to the private rooms.

Finally releasing her hold on the blue-haired darling, she took a step back to address both at once with a fainter smile and more plain tone to her words. "And if you ever have any questions, concerns or requests, feel free to ask anyone who looks like they know what they're doing. Staff or patron, everyone is friendly here at Fleshly Desires. As for me, your wish is my command." came her gracious explanation, bowing slightly to emphasize her servitude. "So Chilly, what can I do for you?" It was indeed sure to be an interesting day for the newbie worker, but it was shaping up to be at least as interesting for the newbie customers as well. What had looked like an innocently plain woman was entirely unfazed by the two-pronged act that had been put on, and furthermore launched seamlessly into flirtatious playfulness herself once engaged. And all this was even before the revelation that the creature before them was an illusionist and shapeshifter with almost no limits when it came to adapting herself for maximal milky fun.

 

[Clouds of Sapphire]

Chilly:

Chilly had full confidence in her strategy. It was flawless, she had thought! If this cute little Eevee darling desired her in a more dominating fashion, she could just focus her attention on the lamia half. If she desired to be dominated by her, she could submit to the more brazen tactics of the smaller body. So when this fluffy little being she had figured for an "easy target" instead took control of the more openly flirty imp form, clasping around her wrist and lowering her down into a more submissive position looking up at her, it threw everything out of whack. Both sets of eyes went wide, their lips falling slightly with awe at how overpowering this plain little darling could be with simple looks and motions. At her own introduction, both forms nodded obediently. "Z-zaphe..." the impish half repeated, all four bloated nipples beginning to leak and dribble from endless stores of milkies at being given such a firm command.


Even when the meat golem shifted into her more gentle and welcoming demeanor when looking over to the larger lamia half, this served only to sow greater confusion in Chilly. The soft beauty would likely notice the gears grinding in Chilly's heads as she tried to figure out a new plan of action to handle this situation. Should she try to be more forward with her serpent half now? No, no, that would make things too obvious! Plus, this woman had completely brought her into the realm of full submission. It would be incredibly difficult to even act dominant now, she was under the fluffy being's full control.


The shift to a sweeter demeanor also came with a question. Before she could even open one of her mouths to introduce herself, she found her mind fully latching onto the grammatical error laced into Zaphe's words. Even as flustered as she was, with her mind pre-occupied on how to make her act more convincing, those words mixed with the knowing look in the supposed Eevee girl's eyes made her blood run cold. It was quiet and very subtle, Chilly not wanting to make even more slip-ups, but there was a very real and true fear of Zaphe in the four eyes of the dual-bodied being. Chilly was deeply shaken. "Ch-chilly..."

Thankfully, she didn't press further and just continued with the task of tending to these "two lovelies" as though nothing had changed. Chilly should have been trying to react with just the lamia half since it was what Zaphe was currently addressing, but both bodies nodded along at her recommendation of how lovely the spa would be for her, giving her nervous but pretty smiles when she offered to provide her with a lovely massage. Again both bodies would react when Zaphe would look over to the other half with her much more domineering and sultry persona, both bodies shrinking ever so submissively while the imp half giggled with nervous arousal at the more lascivious offering of service. The two forms would really be showing how productive they were at this point, sweet cream deliciously splattering down onto the floor below that was, for obvious reasons, constructed to effortlessly weather such milky messes.

As her wrist was released, Chilly would slowly lift it and place her other hand gently over it as she watched the furry cutie stepping a short distance from her to address her in a more professional manner. Still faintly shivering with fear, the two bodies nodded along with the rest of her words, casting her eyes towards themselves when Zaphe curtly bowed before her and asked what service she could provide for her. "P-private, definitely private..." the imp half stammered, finally able to find her own voice once again after the brief but overwhelming experience. "S-somewhere where we'll be away from the eyes and ears of the others." the other body squeaked meekly in agreement in a fully identical voice and tone. Both forms chewed roughly on her lips, trembling as she hoped this adorable but terrifying woman would continue not to blow her cover until they could speak privately.

---

Saturna:

Everything about Saturna, from her gait, to her stance, to her smile, to the honey of her words emanated a tenderness and warmth. Saturna knew she was a looming, powerful, intimidating presence, and she was an expert at exuding a gentle aura to make others feel safe and welcomed before her. She was privy to the little emotional journey Gloria went on as she approached, going from uncertain and a little nervous to quickly warming up and letting her vibrance show. She grinned right back with her thick, dazzling fangs at the Zeraora's words. "Gloria~ What a beautiful name, my dear, completely fitting I'm certain~" she purred in retort before reaching out for her caress. Gloria had no need to admit how Saturna's touch was making her feel, the Proprietress was able to read it plain as day from the waxing of her vibe, and she was all too eager to drink it right in, slipping her hand down gently to run her index digit up under her chin to give pleasant little scritches.

She chortled softly with delight at the electric feline's eagerness to take her up on her offer. Saturna had a good feeling she would be up for some more rowdy fun before melting into one another, and her own excitement was flush with the fluffy darling's at the prospect of getting to perform for the hyper busty beauties all around them. The feeling of faint electricity roving over her hand brought a subtle shiver to her massive frame and made her full lips purse slightly with interest. "Oh, my dear, such energy~ I just might find myself overwhelmed by you, darling~ But I'm sure before that happens we'll both put on an electric performance for any of our cute onlookers..."

With that, she would slowly lift her other hand up, offering it for Gloria to take in her own. "Now then, would you mind helping a poor sightless woman over to the mud pits so we can have a little rambunctious fun~?" Once her hand was taken, she would lower her other hand from the gorgeous Zeraora and sidle up next to her, one of her colossal milkers pressing up against her and giving Gloria her first taste of just how springy and dense they were as the decadently curvy pair made their way to their mud sport destination. Before they reached the pit, Saturna would give a small shrug of her shoulders, letting her ornate cape spill off of her and onto the clean floor below, rendering her heavy, delicious body completely bare and wobbling for all to see. "Thank you, my dear Gloria~" she would coo appreciatively once both of her bare feet had mud beneath them, stretching her limbs and arching her positively rotund, blubbery mountains forward while she gave the sparky feline a few seconds to get in her own position across from her.

Once she felt certain she had given Gloria enough time to prepare and stretch her own limbs, she would flash her "opponent" a big, dazzling confident grin before spreading her legs and lowering down in a classic sumo stance. She would then, maintaining this stance, lift one leg high into the air; remarkably high, in fact, as though to show Gloria that she was quite flexible despite her bulk, before bringing it down into the padded, mud-covered arena. The impact would send mud splashing high into the air and slapping across Saturna's curves, as well as sending a tremor throughout the entire building. It wasn't enough to knock things over or make anyone lose their footing, but certainly more than enough to wordlessly announce to the entire establishment that Saturna had entered the ring. She would then lift slightly and pound her thick palms into her own exquisitely dense knockers, causing them to go into springy wobbles while releasing a sound that was unmistakably similar to delivering a single loud beat to two exceedingly heavy drums. This, as well, would send a more faint rumble throughout the building, displaying the sheer power contained within the utterly massive and mighty breasts that Gloria had naively assumed would be a handicap for the orc-like goddess.

This opening display done, she would slowly, seductively shift back to her full height, giving the electric-type a big, sultry grin across the way. Her pose no longer looked aggressive at all, and she would slowly spread her arms out in a wide, low position, as though preparing to bring Gloria into a warm, loving embrace. This was her signature stance when she was facing someone in the ring, a simple gesture of inviting them to come at her in any way they saw fit. Without a word leaving her lips, the message was as clear as a cloudless morning: "Come and get me."

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Gloria:

Once again, the Zeraora couldn't help it, but at Saurna's big finger giving gentle little strokes under her chin, Gloria ended up letting out a little purr of contentment as well. After a moment however, she caught herself, and tried to recompose herself as Saturna responded to Gloria's playful acceptance (But that finger under her chin just felt soooooo affectionate!). At this, Gloria grinned and nodded again. "Heh, yeah. Let's go put on a good show!" The yellow-and-black electric cat then blinked at Saturna wanting to be led to the mud pits, but shrugged and took the offered hand in one of her fluffy and strong paws...and was slightly surprised at Saturna then moving up SO close to her side-by-side, so that one of Saturna's gigantic racks, in both relative and absolute terms, pressed up against Gloria!

This was exactly what Gloria was here for though, so she leaned her head into that colossal cloud of trollish titflesh and enjoyed its warm softness as they made their way to the mud pits. Saturna's rack was squishy, but at the same time so incredibly heavy and dense! They were gorgeous jugs of milk, and Gloria very much looked forward to all kinds of lewd fun with them after the mud match! While they walked, Gloria's own smaller but still-hefty pair of delectably massive tits bounced and wobbled and sloshed with her own stores of young but tasty cream, and they bumped against Saturna's pendulous hooters several times! And of course, once they reached the edge of the pit and Saturna shrugged her cape off, Gloria stepped back and looked with awe at Saturna's entire curvy and bare body, marveled at what a mountain of woman she was. Saturna's stretching and jutting of her chest forward likewise did not go unappreciated!

Still, they were here for a reason, so Gloria quickly stripped off her own T-shirt and pants and set them aside on a bench before she moved into her corner of the mud pit. The gooey wet substance felt quite pleasant around Gloria's feet and lower legs as she moved and started stretching herself, going through a range of motions that happened to kick up some more mud onto herself as well, getting enticingly dirty. Once she was ready however, Saturna then had her own show to begin with! Gloria watched with wide, impressed eyes at how high Saturna lifted her leg to then sumo-stomp the arena and get the attention of everyone in the building that the Proprietress herself had stepped into the ring. Gloria also felt a quiver of desire flash through her as Saturna then slapped her hands into her powerfully fat ogre-grey boobs once to make them resonate with a single, hefty bounce. Ohhh, Gloria wanted to play with those boobs, so much!

Gloria thought for a moment, then with many eyes peering down at the two of them at the pit, she decided to answer with her own 'drumming'. The Zeraora clenched her paws into fists, and then with a series of significantly less powerful but rapid strikes, beat her fists into the sides of her own prodigious chest-melons in a brief but frantic and energized rhythm, with some sparks flying off of her body for added effect! And at last, they were ready to begin. Saturna settled into an inviting ready stance...and Gloria started plotting out ways she could bodily grope onto those decadently thick curves across the ring from her! After just a moment, she chose an approach, and dashed forward, splattering mud around with every step! Just to start with, Gloria went with a direct approach, and ducked low under Saturna's absolutely massive bulk, then came up under just a single one of Saturna's humungous jubblies and embraced it from below with her muddy arms and face, pressing as much of her body upward into it as she could to see how much of it she could lift! "Hhhnnnrrrrghhhhh~!" Gloria grunted playfully as the close contact started smearing mud between the two of them!

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Valerie:

The green gatoress was of course always happy to see her antics getting a reaction, just seeing Mar shudder with chuckles was all the reward she wanted for her display. She also very much appreciated Mar playing along with her melodrama for a moment, which only added to the sincerity of her giggles once she broke character. But naturally, what pleased Valerie the most was the sly grin and 'threat' that Mar replied with. Although an obvious lighthearted joke, Valerie would be more than happy to take it further. It was just one of Valerie's things; whether provoking amusement or lust, she just loved to get a rise out of other buxom ladies. Valerie let that statement pass with just another soft giggle, but held the thought for the moment.

Valerie then nodded in thanks to Mar's friendly remark, and then listened with attentiveness yet a relaxed demeanor as Mar talked about how her encounter went. "Ah, alas indeed, not every encounter can end in throes of passion, but being left with a spark and nothing to light with it certainly is perturbing." She returned with sympathy at Mar's lack of a 'happy end' to her service. However, Mar then returned with a husky growl and pointed offer, which Valerie was only too happy to follow up on. Valerie then slowly reached her arms up above and behind her head, which 'incidentally raised her sweater-contained chest up quite prominently as she let out a happy sigh. "Mmmmm, you know, a good hot soak with a lot of cuddling sounds like just the ticket right now, or at least, as soon as we're done with our drinks~..." Valerie rumbled back, before she lowered her arms and met Mar's gaze with equal bedroom eyes. The green-and-yellow hyperbuxom beauty then rolled her shoulders opposite to each other to give her chest an additional enticing side-to-side wobble as she proceeded to coo out in a lower, almost whispered growl, "It'll give me time to think up how to pack as many compliments to you in one sentence as possible...and I'm suuuure you can think of much better places to make me kiss~..." Valerie pulled a very wide grin as she brought her own glass back up to her mouth to sip with a teasing wink.

The motherly alligator then focused on finishing off her own drink, though not with any particular rush. She kept it slow and savored her treat to also allow Mar to savor hers, until they were eventually both done. Once they both were, Valerie finally stood up and stretched again. "All right darling, let's go have ourselves a nice and steamy bit of cuddletime, and see where that leads~!" She said lightly, and held out a hand to hold one of Mar's for them to walk side-by-side together.

 

[shroom]

Mar:

A subtle raising of the eyebrows and slight shrug was all she offered in response to the matronly woman's sympathies. The shark girl had been working at Fleshly Desires for a good number of years now, and even under such optimal employment conditions as this it was still technically a customer service job at the end of the day. The patron screening and casual atmosphere were second to none, and it had certainly taken the feisty woman a while to accept it, but there was always a measure of professionalism that was expected of Saturna's beloved staff. If she gave a massage but the customer refused her offer for a "happy ending", it didn't matter how worked up she was. No meant no, and there's not much she was able to do about it without overstepping her occupational bounds.

Not that it was much of an issue anyways. If ever there were a place to be for someone with a spark looking to light a fire, as Val so poetically put it, it was hard to think of somewhere more perfect than Fleshly Desires. Case in point: Valerie herself. All the well-muscled beauty had to do was wander over to the bar to find the perfect outlet for that little itch in the back of her mind. And she did really mean perfect, with how coyly enticing her bountiful bosom was when thrust out into the air due to her "innocent" stretching. When the MILF went to make eye contact with the slate-blue scaled woman, she would find the shark girl's eyes unabashedly glued to her delicious titties as they sloshed back and forth in response to her shoulder rolls.

At the whispered growl, Mar slowly brought her gaze up to meet her companion's own with a sharp-toothed grin spreading across her face. "Try me, Val" she responded in a similarly low tone, "I think you'll find it difficult to finish that sentence with a mouth full of... meat~" came her exceedingly flirty growl, accentuating her threat with a flex of her pecs that sent her large, firm boobies jutting and bouncing slightly. A rumbling sound that could almost be compared to a husky purr bubbled forth from her mouth, a noise that the experienced woman either already knew or could easily surmise that Mar only made when truly aroused. Safe to say, the aquatic predator had been quite thoroughly provoked.

Worked up enough that she likely wouldn't be able to savor her drink even if she wanted to, Mar simply opened her dangerous-looking maw and tossed the rest of her beverage to the back of her throat. She flinched in enjoyment at the slight burn of the somewhat hard drink searing down her esophagus, but after slamming the empty glass down on the table was at least polite enough to wait patiently for the gator gal to finish her own. Getting up with a smile once her companion was done, she gracefully took the offered hand and raised it to her mouth for an elegant kiss on its back before linking arms with the green scaled woman and starting towards the spa area.

Her attention was quickly wrested away, though, when a powerful rumble shook the entire establishment. Mar knew immediately what it was, and a wide smile broke out across her hydrodynamic face. Changing trajectories slightly, she instead lead her gator companion more towards the middle of the room, towards the mud pit. "Oh hell yeah." she muttered, mostly to herself but still loud enough for Valerie to hear. Sure enough, once in a position to peer down into the arena she spotted the mountainous Proprietress getting ready to face off against a plucky-looking Zeraora woman. She did still have an actual partner to enjoy though, and gave the older woman an apologetic but excited look. "If you'd rather get to the spa than watch wrestling I'm all for it, but I hope you don't mind if we at least stay for a second or two just to see how this goes." she offered sheepishly. Even to a non-empath like Valerie it was obvious the shark girl was borderline radiating with enthusiasm, eager if nothing else to see how this little electric cat approached the herculean task of engaging with Saturna, and how the heavy set woman would choose to respond.

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Zaphe:

The shapeshifter was almost taken aback by how powerful of an effect she had on the two beautiful darlings. It was one thing for their eyes to go wide and their jaws to go slack, but when all four nipples bloated up and began leaking their creamy bounty onto the floor Zaphe knew she had stumbled onto something special. In addition to unbidden arousal, she noticed that she was also causing considerable confusion in the dual-bodied darling. This "Chilly" creature was quite thoroughly overwhelmed by the meat golem's cunning tactics, and seemed to have adopted a quite submissive demeanor with both forms. That worked well enough for her, the illusionist's mind shifting and adapting to come up with a complimentary dominant persona.

Chilly definitely caught on to the intentional grammatical slip, as Zaphe could clearly see the cold fear that crossed their eyes in response to her words. Now that, more than anything, was not a reaction she had been going for. Her own goals lined up nearly one-to-one with those of the Proprietress of the establishment: to bring happiness and comfort to all who entered. Abject terror was nowhere near either of those, and it was time for the apparent Eevee girl's gears to grind in her own head trying to figure out what just happened. Despite all the oddities inherent to her existence, Zaphe was an ultimately simple-minded woman. She had little to no concept of things such as "normal" or "common sense", and was unable to conceive of a reason that Chilly would be putting on this act beyond simple playfulness. The idea that one person inhabiting two bodies wasn't a commonplace thing wouldn't even occur to her without outside prompting.

Figuring out why the dual darling was uncomfortable was much less important than working to return comfort to her, though. She noticed a small tinge of relief pass across the imp and the lamia when she returned to addressing them as separate individuals, so she resolved to continue doing so for the time being. The more assertive persona was definitely doing work on these blue and mauve skinned cuties, their peaks practically gushing with milk at her more sultry tones. Even if they hadn't specifically requested it, with how obviously aroused they immediately were it probably would have been a good idea to bring them upstairs anyways.

But they did specifically request private, and in a most interesting way as well. A subtle tremble of their continued wariness shook their delicious bodies, and when they asked for bedroom services they did so seemingly out of fear just as much as desire. There was a silent plea in those two pairs of stunning ruby eyes, and if nothing else Zaphe was at least empathic enough to interpret its meaning: for one reason or another they did not currently feel safe. If safety would come from escaping the crowd, then the shapeshifter was duty-bound to assist. Wiping away all else to put this new task at the very top of her priorities list, she nodded in understanding to the nervous being(s).

"It would be my pleasure." she softly offered, holding an inviting hand out to each of her new clients. "If you'll just follow me, my two darlings, we'll get you both set up somewhere nice. Fleshly Desires has a wide variety of private rooms available, and I think I know just the one you'd each enjoy." Her tone was friendly and casual, but to Chilly it was plainly obvious that her choice of words was very much intentional. "Two", "both", "each", and even a slight emphasis on "private", Zaphe was sure that if they had picked up on her subtle little grammar hint that they'd be able to decipher her intentions. Even if she didn't understand where they were coming from, she was willing to play along for their sake if nothing else. "Follow me." she said while turning away, taking on just a hint of that commanding tone to ensure that they'd follow either through excitement or through fear, if not both.

Just as the three of them began to make their way to the back of the room however, the entire establishment noticeably shook. As new as Zaphe was to employment here, she had never actually experienced a Saturna wrestling match before and had certainly not been warned of such happenings ahead of time. Slight panic rising in her mind, she attempted to retain a calm appearance as she looked around to gauge the reaction of those around her. It didn't take her long to identify a few individuals she recognized as either regular patrons or more experienced staff, and none of those who actually knew what's what around here seemed to be responding with any amount of surprise, let alone concern. If anything, some even seemed excited before redirecting themselves to head towards the wrestling rings in the middle of the room. Ah, okay, that made sense. "Nothing to worry about, just one of the regular events here at Fleshly Desires~" she called reassuringly over her shoulder, taking on a completely calm and unconcerned tone despite the confused worry that had just a few seconds ago occupied her thoughts. "Right this way my dears~" she encouraged Chilly, completely dismissing the brief rumbling to focus on the much more important duty at hand.

 

[Clouds of Sapphire]

Chilly:

It was plainly evident to the fluffy looking meat golem that Chilly was deeply concerned and troubled. Her faces were wary and lost in frantic thought, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what exactly was going on with this very simple and plain (but gorgeous) woman before her. It was, funnily enough, as much a mystery to her as her whole deal was to Zaphe, but the more collected and analytical being came to the logical conclusion that there was no use trying to unravel it further without calming the situation down and moving the encounter somewhere Chilly would be more comfortable discussing further.

Thus, Chilly's fear and confusion-addled mind would come back to reality when Zaphe spoke up and drew the attention of both gorgeous, lactating bodies, two sets of dazzling ruby eyes trained directly and attentively upon her. As hands were offered to her, there were a few seconds of trembling hesitation from both forms before each of them took one of Zaphe's soft, fluffy hands in their own, prepared to obediently follow her wherever she would lead her. Again, a small wave of relief would wash over both adorable faces when the shapeshifter continued referring to her as two seperate individuals. In fact, if Chilly weren't experiencing such crippling paranoia in this moment, the sheer consistency might have led her to believe the initial grammatical "error" was a mere slip-up.

At the soft but firm command to follow, both heads would nod before slithering and floating alongside her hand-in-hand. The silence that followed almost allowed her to lose herself in her own heads again, but the potent rumbling she felt beneath her massive, plump serpentine lower body had both sets of eyes darting in the direction of the center of the room with worry and interest. At least until the imp body seemed to realize she had no reason to be looking in that direction and quickly, even more conspicuously tore her gaze towards some completely random other direction while whistling slightly out of tune. At Zaphe's reassurance, both faces would shift back towards her once more and nod slightly with understanding. "R-right..." the lamia half squeaked.

Chilly knew she needed to wait until they were in the private room, but her worries and fear were boiling over inside of her, and she had to get it out! Thus, the moment they had ascended the stairs and continued a short ways down the hallway, the imp half began to blurt out the instant she believed no-one was around. "Are you with any of the Courts!?" she nearly shouted in question, which would most likely, and understandably, get Zaphe to stop in her tracks to ponder these strange words.

"I-if the Court of Mischief sent you after me... I... I know I didn't trick you, but I've definitely been tricking everyone else I've run into! No-one else knows I'm just one fae! Honest!" She continued in her extravagantly oversharing panic. Only the imp half was speaking at this point, but both forms were shivering and curled into themselves somewhat in fear. "Please, please, please don't tell the others back home that you found me out! I've been doing my trickery duties! J-just because I'm in a place like this doesn't mean I'm getting distracted from why you allowed me to come to the mortal plane! Please don't expose my secret or make me go back! Please!" Both forms lowered in the hallway, colossal titties compressing and pancaking out against the floor deliciously as both bodies attempted to lean over them in as much of a groveling position as they could muster, keeping all four eyes trained on the floor and avoiding Zaphe's likely exceedingly confused gaze.

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Saturna:

Saturna found herself feeling quite tickled while she was performing her stretches and entrance routine. Ah, this precious feline just seemed so fond of her every little touch, and she wasn't shy at all about nestling into her breast during their brief stroll here. She seemed a frisky little thing, too. Ah, they truly were going to have such a wonderful evening together, and it would perhaps be the beginning of many more steamy, romantic evenings to come. And it all started here, in the ring! Yes, wrestling was a wonderful exercise for a budding romance between two active and playful women such as these. Not only was it artistic expression through performance, and just a vigorous bit of fun in general, but it tended to lay the groundwork for how interactions in the bedroom might go. Saturna could tell that Gloria certainly fancied herself a dominant personality, but would she remain that way when she found herself on her back in the mud with all this woman on top of her? It wouldn't have been the first time she'd hit a little switch on an "assertive" darling. Though, she did find herself more often than not trying to encourage the more dominant side in others, giving them the swelling feeling in their chests to lay claim over such powerful and enormous beauty. Thus, despite being more than capable of maintaining a nigh spotless record in the ring, her inclinations resulted in her taking far more "losses" than "wins" in the greater scope, though she always put on an incredible show no matter the result. For Saturna, the desire to secure a mutual victory for both her prospective partners and herself was far, far more important than whom wound up getting pinned for the three count.

The orc goddess would find her head tipping slightly with interest when she heard what appeared to be a much softer, squishier and more rapid "drumming" coming from the other side of the mud-slicked arena. Was Gloria playing her "bongos" for her as well? Oh, now, that was just darling~ She didn't allow herself to fawn overlong at how adorable the gesture was, though, as the rapid slapping of mud approaching her position let her know the Zeraora was booking it straight towards her. She didn't appear to be trying to take advantage of her blindness; no zig-zagging or hesitation or tricky steps, just on a dead on collision course with her, despite the vast size differences in their frames. She very nearly chuckled. Her confidence was certainly charming and amusing, if nothing else.

Her initial thought was to use the electric kitten's momentum against her and surprise her by immediately reversing the full body tackle she was expecting. Then... Something unusual happened. Just before she was about to shift into her alarmingly fast intercepting motion, she noticed the mud-splattering footfalls slowing as her opponent shifted herself into a very specific position. With the "threat" of Gloria full on plowing into her no longer valid, she instead found herself curious and allowed her to complete this first move, preparing to move her body in such a way as to flow into however the Zeraora wanted to bring her down.

Instead, she just... Pushed up into one of her utterly colossal love boulders from below, slinging her arms around it, pressing her face into it and... Attempted to lift it? And not in such a way that she seemed to want to lift her by the breast or anything. She just wanted to lift her breast? Saturna was not one who found joy in no-selling her opponents. Any way in which other darlings might want to grapple her, make her stumble, bludgeon her, she would always react in such a way that would look both natural and cathartically theatrical to make sure the desired result and impact of the maneuver manifested. Unfortunately, she didn't have much in the way of direct motor control over her own breasts. She could flex her pectorals a little to jiggle them on command, but they certainly weren't an additional set of limbs that she could just lift or lower. Thus, she wasn't exactly able to "assist" the Zeraora in her playful little task without very obviously getting one of her limbs involved. As such, all she could do for a few seconds was stand there and feel her struggle and strain against the almost literal blubbery boulder Gloria was attempting to lift. Each of Saturna's tits was solidly heavier than the entire woman attempting to heft them, thus it was a terrifically daunting prospect for the young feline to get it even an inch or two above its beautifully natural full teardrop position.

Saturna's expression told an entire story in this moment. Affection, amusement, bewilderment, even a little bit of secondhand embarrassment for the poor thing. She was a professional, though, damn it, and she was more than capable of salvaging this for the both of them! "My, my, darling! If you wanted to see how well you could lift the girls, you could have just asked!" came her loving but full-bodied voice, to address both her and the onlookers. She would then very casually slip one of her thick tree trunk arms under the corpulent tit that Gloria wasn't straining against to effortlessly heft it upwards against her body, the tremendous thing giving a dense, springy bounce as her bloated nipple was aimed towards the ceiling. She would then slip her other arm around the outermost curve of her other immense pumpkin to brace and steady it as she brought the titanic mound in her arm into it with shocking speed. The impact would make the titty the Zeraora had been attempting rather vainly to lift vibrate with incredible intensity, a shockwave expanding out from it that would launch Gloria's body in the opposite direction. She would skid and slide along the muddy surface from the propelling force, maybe even taking a tumble if she weren't prepared to be suddenly struggling for balance while she rocketed backwards along incredibly slick, earthy goop.

Either way, with Gloria now a good distance away from her, the Proprietress would let her boobies fall back into gorgeous neutrality and steady their wobbles with her gentle touch before raising her arms to appeal to the adoring cries of the little crowd. She caught a particularly boisterous and excited vibe coming from one side of the ring and knowingly blew a little kiss towards her beloved Mar as she slowly turned in circles to address her public while making her way towards the center of the ring. Her steps were very slow and methodical, as while she was delightedly showboating, she was also carefully searching with her feet for the Zeraora, not wanting to accidentally injure her in carelessness. She was also accomplishing the task of making herself a very easy target for whatever the feisty girl wished to try next. "Our frisky fun will come all in good time, my dear Gloria~! Right now, we have a show to give our adoring fans~! Come at me with everything you've got, my love~!"

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Gloria

The Zeraora girl definitely had the heart and the fire, but was indeed lacking in experience at her somewhat awkward action as she just tried to play around with lifting one of the Proprietress' massive melons. Thus, Gloria actually froze and blushed for a moment -- not that anyone could see it with her under the drooping weight of Saturna's breast -- when Saturna remarked on what Gloria was doing. Thus, she was entirely unprepared as she failed to notice Saturna lifting up her other tit before letting it slam back down into its twin...with the thundering shockwave pulsing through the tit Gloria was trying to lift and sent her skidding backwards through the mud! The Zeraora girl actually did fall onto her rear in the messy mud with a squeak, while her own hefty boobs were bouncing and wobbling wildly after the violent motion!

She picked herself back up quickly however, still blushing a smidge as she steadied herself and watched as Saturna began to showboat around the ring, turning her back to the smaller yellow-and-black-furred, and now mud-covered girl. Muck dripped off of Gloria slowly as she refocused and rethought her approach. "Right! Right, this is...yeah, I got it now." She grinned as her blush faded, as this time, she had a proper plan! Saturna was facing away from her, with her back, and most importantly, the backs of her legs open to Gloria. "The bigger they are..." Gloria whispered the old phrase to herself as she crouched low to the mud, then began to move.

Gloria didn't go for the direct approach this time, she actually did try to zigzag a little, dashing in one direction, then another, before finally dashing straight for Saturna! This time, she went for something that would be much more plausible for her to pull off! Gloria impacted with the back of Saturna's right knee, and tried to use her momentum and low-to-the-ground position as leverage to push Saturna's leg forward and out from under her! If Saturna were to play along, this maneuver should send her toppling straight over onto her back into the mud! Gloria hadn't yet decided what she would follow up with yet -- she was still keeping her mind open and ready to improvise, whether this attempt to trip up Saturna worked or not!

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Valerie:

The green-and-yellow gatoress was as far from bothered as could be to find where Mar's eyes had wandered to during her little display, and in fact, it was exactly what Valerie desired. While the gatoress sometimes had trouble finding partners due to her rough and scary face, the MILF more than made up for it with her constant provoking of other's urges. Valerie knew that Mar would remember that, a few times, she had even been so bold as to show up to the Fleshly Desires with a shirt that proudly stated "♥ My Tits Are Right Here ♥", which had helped her catch a few lovely fish those days. But what Valerie loved even more was Mar's response of filling her mouth up with "meat", along with the sharkess giving her own bosom a nice jiggly bouncing, accompanied by a very special growl. At this point, Valerie actually nibbled her lip and even blushed slightly! Oh, she knew she was in for it now, she knew she had fired up Mar far too much to turn back...and that was just the way Valerie wanted it, the thrill and all! Anyone who knew the MILF-y gator woman at all quickly learned how much of a power-bottom she was.

As Mar threw her whole drink back in one gulp, Valerie grinned sheepishly and quickly sipped the rest of her own before standing up, and then felt Mar's comfortingly strong yet oh-so-gentle hand take her own offered one. Valerie giggled coquettishly as Mar went so far as to give the back of Valerie's hand a graceful kiss, to which Valerie said "Oh, such a gentlewoman, you are~...but you know how much that gentle is just teasing poor little me~..." Another giggle followed, and Valerie very readily accepted Mar's strong, burly-biceps arm hooking around her own to entwine the two of them together. With their respective enormous racks smooshed side-to-side, Valerie began to follow Mar along, when the pounding thud echoed through the resort. Valerie knew just as well as Mar what that meant. "Ooooo, sounds like someone caught some very important attention~!" The rough-faced gator-woman said as Mar steered them over. At Mar's remarks, Valerie chuckled and nodded. "Oh, this is fine honey, we can certainly watch some of this first before we get to our own fun! It's not every day the Proprietress gets into the ring herself, after all!" Valerie said, then added, "...Maybe every other day, but still!" Valerie then turned her attention down to the ring, where the Zeraora girl had begun with an endearingly silly attempt to just straight-up lift one of the Proprietress's gargantuan tits, and gotten an amusing boob-smack knockback for her trouble.

Valerie couldn't help it, she lifted her free hand to her face and pressed it over her mouth in a futile attempt to stifle her giggles at the poor Zeraora's 'misfortune' as she went splat into the mud unto her rump. However, when the girl picked herself back up, Valerie watched with a tilted head of curiosity, then grinned as she turned her head to Mar slightly. "As rough as that start was, I think the girl down there might be a fast learner! I can see from here she's got a plan in her eyes this time!" And then, Valerie gasped with delight as she watched the girl turn into a slightly blur as the electric Pokemon feline dashed towards the wide-open Saturna! Valerie then held her breath to see what was about to happen...!

 

[shroom]

Mar:

Ah, there it was: a sign just as telling as her own sharky growl. Her vision may not have been the sharpest among the staff at Fleshly Desires, but it had only taken Mar one or two evenings shared with Valerie to pick up on the importance of that little lip nibble. It was confirmation that the gatoress' mind was running wild with visions of the possible yumminess that lay ahead. More than that, it was confirmation that both of the aquatic beauties were on the same page, the kind of unspoken simpatico that promised a fully consensual and mutually enjoyable evening. That hadn't always been as important to Mar as it was now, but after a few official reprimands and some anger management courses early in her career she'd learned of healthier ways to vent any unfulfilled sexual energies than to "kidnap" unwilling clients and run them ragged in a room upstairs.

Not that she didn't like to give off the impression that she was still the kind of gal who would do that from time to time. Some clients were into that kind of ambiguous consent, after all. And some, like Valerie, just enjoyed the feeling of being wanted, of having a woman both worked up enough to feel a primal need for their bodies and strong enough to be able to take exactly what they desired even if not readily offered. And while there was certainly more than enough flirtatious offers that had come out of the matronly woman's pillowy lips, she was familiar with Val's tactics and more than willing to play along. There was something undeniably enjoyable about surrendering herself to her basic instincts, turning her brain off and letting her libido make the decisions. Of being the wild animal that needed to be tamed by a skillful enough handler, one able to manipulate and steer that ferocity into serving their own needs. Surrendering control without being submissive, letting someone else take the lead while still being on top.

These were the sorts of thoughts going through the shark woman's head as she kissed Valerie's hand, indeed a gesture meant to tease the woman with a display of her civility as a contrast to the promised beast within. Her sharp, dangerous teeth glinting in their pearly whiteness out of a sly, lopsided grin in response to the older woman's giggles letting her know that yes, she knew just how much she was teasing "poor little" Valerie. The gator's breasts, anything but little as they were, pushing generously into her equally impressive own did nothing to dispel the haze of arousal clouding Mar's mind, but the same could not have been said about that first rumbling stomp that echoed through the room.

Leading her thankfully willing partner over to the recessed mud pit, her attention had been so quickly pulled to the activity in the ring that Mar didn't even offer a response to the lovely MILF's joke beyond a small chuckle of affirmation. Who could blame her though, when the sight before her was such a novel one? The yellow-furred feline had opened the match by rushing at the hefty owner of the establishment and attempting to lift... not the woman herself (a task the shark woman was fairly sure would be impossible for any other than her, and even then only on a good day) but merely a single one of her elephantine breasts? Even were the poke-lass able to succeed, it's not like that would even give her any significant combat advantage. Mar didn't even try to obfuscate the short, sharp, loud bark of a laugh when the Proprietress responded with a novel application of the Vertical Breastclap to punish the move she wasn't even going to attempt to give a proper wresting name to, sending the electric cutie falling messily onto her ass.

Mar turned to offer the bulk of her attention to Valerie as the other woman spoke. The shark girl was glad her chosen companion was enjoying the show seemingly as much as she was, and quite happy to have someone she could engage in some ringside chatter with. "Ha, girl should count herself lucky she wasn't between those two knockers when they collided!" came Mar's response to the busty gator woman's words. "Let me tell you, getting clapped by those funbags will leave your head spinning and ears ringing for more than just a few seconds." The comment rang with a confident sincerity that would be hard to imagine coming out of the mouth of someone who hadn't been on the receiving end of such a move at least once or twice before themselves.

Luckily for Saturna's current opponent, a few seconds seemed to be all they needed to recover before launching themself right back in. Mar was too busy addressing Val to have been able to even notice the look in the electric cat's eyes herself, but focused her attention back in interested anticipation at the gatoress' words of a plan. She certainly hoped it was an actually good plan this time, or at least one competent enough for Saturna to see fit to play along with. When the mystery challenger went low, the slate scaled woman couldn't help but grin. It was incredibly unlikely that the light, lithe pokegirl carried enough momentum to do much of anything when colliding with the Proprietress' tree-trunk like leg. And yet, she still had a sneaking suspicion that the move would succeed...

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Zaphe:

With no visible reaction to the cute little imp's poor attempt at subtlety, Zaphe continued her steady course towards the stairs as soon as she was confident there was no danger, her inexorable stride pulling gently but insistently on the two hands she kept in firm yet comfortable grips. She could sense the tension rising in what was becoming increasingly clear was the one mind that the two bodies shared, and the sooner that lovely, lactating darling got their forms somewhere they felt comfortable to release it the better. Pausing briefly to look over what rooms were occupied already, the shapeshifter noted with some joy that her favorite room was currently free for the taking. Letting go of the lamia's hand just long enough to note her intent to use the room herself, the eevee-looking woman led her two-in-one partner up the steps and closer to that much-needed privacy.

It seemed that Chilly's standards for privacy were perhaps a bit lower than expected as the smaller form burst out with a question before they even reached the door of their chosen love den. Her steady, even steps did indeed come to a sudden halt as her mind went into a flurry of action trying to make sense of the words that made up the rather too loud inquiry. Courts? Like royalty? Was there something she was missing? Could Fleshly Desires be considered a "court"? Saturna was certainly a rather noble figure, but she'd never actually heard anyone refer to the Proprietress as a "Queen" before...

The words that followed, spilling forth like a verbal waterfall, certainly didn't help to clarify things much. Having more or less retreated into her own mind in an attempt to make sense of the current situation, Zaphe's hands absentmindedly loosened their grip and provided no resistance when the two fearfully pulled away. Court... of Mischief... why did that sound... almost familiar? And then a strange explanation full of excuses that seemed to indicate that the act of trickery itself was somehow her job? It wasn't until the mention of the "mortal plane" connected with the word she said earlier, "fae", that the strange, cloudy memories finally clarified somewhat within her mind. She recalled now the last time she had heard anyone speak of matters somewhat resembling this, and those were memories best left in the past.

Besides, this was not the time to be trying to untangle riddles. Having slowly turned around to face Chilly during the strange dual being's fear-induced rambling, she could see now the unacceptable amount of distress they were clearly in. Answers could come later, as priority number one was obviously comforting this poor, gorgeous darling. Fleshly Desires was a house of comforts after all, and Zaphe duty-bound to perform the task she was assigned.

Kneeling down in front of them, a hand went out to each of their heads as the meat golem gently stroked her soft, furred fingers lovingly across the luscious hair atop both cuties' heads. All three bodies involved being as exceedingly well-endowed as they were, this of course necessitated Zaphe smushing her own soft, pillowy bust up against the much-compressed titties of each form's prostrating selves, not that anyone involved was likely to mind that. "Shh, shh, it's okay, you're safe, no-one is going to share your secrets or make you go anywhere you don't want to go." she offered in a tone so gentle and soft that it was almost as if the illusionist was speaking more to their hearts than their ears. "You're safe here. You're safe, okay?"

Her hands trailed down their cheeks, caressing their faces with the downy fur on the palms of her hands, before gently but insistently lifting their heads up to meet her gaze. Zaphe locked eyes with the two bodies, first one then the other, offering a soft, sweet smile that spread from her plush lips, through her fuzzy cheeks, and all the way up to her gentle eyes that Chilly would find softly misted with tears of sympathy for the poor little (and not so little, in the case of her snake form) thing. "Our room is just over there darling, let's get you in and settled down a bit. Some nice pillows you can get all comfy on, how's that sound?" Zaphe continued, the tone of her voice somewhere between a cat's purring and the musical tones of a gentle lullaby. Her head motioned back to a door just down the hall, one that was somewhat strangely much larger than most other doors in the area. A subtle hint that while the room was indeed as well-furnished for romantic activities as any other, it was capable of catering to larger clientele. Much larger clientele (or even staff), if needed. But that could come later, after Chilly had calmed down.

 

[Clouds of Sapphire]

Chilly:

Chilly's larger form shrank and winced a little further as her words reached Zaphe's ears and slowed her walking pace to a stop. Putting everything on the table like this was incredibly risky, but if the jig was already up anyway she had little else to lose. The fluffy flesh golem, however, seemed quite lost in thought as she considered Chilly's words, which brought an extra layer of worry to the hyper busty beauty as she realized that she may have indeed overshared. The brief silence that followed hanged heavily in the air, the gorgeous fae almost feeling as though her bodies were being crushed beneath it.

Instead of sealing her fate, however, Zaphe's expression shifted to one of gentle, comforting compassion before she moved to kneel down before her. All four of her eyes widened when soft, fluffy fingers caressed through her silky locks. Faint shivers of comfort and elation, as well, passed through her bodies as her corpulent milkers were delightfully smushed not only into each other, but into Zaphe's gigantic, fluffy pair as well just from sheer proximity. At her gentle words of assurance, Chilly gasped softly, her eyes sparkling with moisture. "R-really? You're not gonna tell anyone?" she squeaked in almost disbelief, her chests fluttering at her promise of their safety.

"Oh, thank you, thank you! So benevolent! So kind!" Chilly cried, her rotund racks bouncing and sloshing merrily as they both rose from their prostrate positions to hug both sets of arms and monolithic boobies around the shape shifter's decadently curvy and fluffy form in a tight and grateful embrace, nuzzling into whatever soft, downy fur they could find for a few heavenly seconds. As Zaphe continued, the beauty released her holds around her, smaller form levitating upwards while the larger shifted its weight onto its tail. immense mounds still softly wobbling and dribbling faintly from their endless stores of cream as she resumed her position of dutifully following her escort's lead.

"Yes, yes! Some pillows to get nice and comfy on sounds wonderful!" Chilly chirped in agreement through the smaller form's set of lips before turning her gaze towards the particularly large doorway, ears twitching with approval and interest. "Ooh, that looks like it'll be extra cozy and accommodating for us. Sh-shall we get settled in, then?" she asked hopefully, eagerly but politely waiting for Zaphe to lead them into the room for the milky comforts and delights that would soon be filling their evenings.

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Saturna:

The Proprietress' large, full-lipped maw was upturned in a brilliant smile as she slowly spun with her arms outstretched. The ringside wasn't overly crowded given the exceedingly niche clientele the establishment catered towards, but there was still certainly a healthy amount of hooping and cheering for the radiant performance artist to drink in. Even with the moderately high level of noise, however, her acute hearing was still quite dialed in on any noise coming from within the ring. She was always prepared and alert, even if only to convincingly act like she wasn't.

Saturna had heard the impact of the little Zeraora's curvy tush hitting the mud and had thus been a little worried that she'd somewhat overdone it, so it was a delightful relief to hear the follow-up slaps of mud that indicated the feline hurrying back to her agile feet. A corner of her lips quirked upwards with interest as her ears dialed in to focus on whatever her next course of action might be. After what appeared to be a bit of Gloria verbally working herself up, the huge orcish goddess was greeted with the all-too familiar sound of feet hurriedly slapping against mud. She nodded with approval at how erratic and zig-zagging the approach seemed to be this time, but still managed to perfectly hone in on where her opponent would go in for her strike. Having already given her a little humbling, however, she instead used this precise information to perfectly line up her showboating turns so her backside was in the most optimal position for Gloria to line up her low profile charge.

Gloria would feel the the first instant of an impact with an immovable object before the rest of her maneuver would flow through like water. Saturna's leg would roll forward along with the rushing blow and go high into the air, Saturna promptly "losing balance" in such a way that her other mighty limb slipped from the mud and into the air before her back powerfully crashed into the muddy ring below a split second later, sending another thunderous rumble through the room. Her exceptionally tremendous and springy melons bounded thickly and heavily about and up into each other, still maintaining their blubbery fullness and roundness even with the full force of gravity weighing down upon them. There was a sloshing as well, but it was rather faint with the dense domes of flesh protecting her endless oceans of cream.

Saturna grimaced, arching her back upwards in "pain" briefly. She didn't get up right away, "needing" a moment to "catch her breath", giving the energetic and darling newbie wrestler a full opening to consider and act upon her next move now that Saturna was truly "vulnerable". The Proprietress' grimace formed easily and naturally into an eager grin, as she was most curious and excited to see what her beloved would do with this opportunity. Whatever the case, she was still intent on putting on a fabulous show, and she would only allow the feisty electric cutie to bring her down for the count if she could muster one or two more acts of dominance after having the tables turned on her. Whether she yielded or persisted, it was going to be a deliciously heavenly and steamy night for these hyper busty athletes, and Saturna's chest was humming with excitement to bring their frisky frolicking into her bedchamber.