Ask him if there's an intelligence requirement to learning Vancian magic, or if it's limited solely by one's innate potential. Ask him how Vancian spells are learned, or rather, prepared in one's mind.

It's unlikely we'll be able to TRICK Po into accidentally memorizing a Vancian spell so large it eats up all his magical reserves to do his normal spells and is too dangerous for him to ever want to cast and would therefore render him entirely powerless, but like. Still? At least find out if it's possible to prepare a Vancian spell by accident, in the process of asking how they're learned/memorized.

Ask him if there is any place in the mall he might recommend, through reputation or familiarity, that sells magic. We don't have much money and we're not super experienced so we wouldn't want to impose on him to study magic, really--also we probably should be super freaking careful around him--but like, having an understanding of how magic goes from someone who's got it under control like him is cool. We don't want to jump into it dumbly.

Try to leave as soon as it's a good opportunity to though. We might not want to get super involved with this guy? But just don't be rude about it.

>>536379
Note to self: stay out of the Backworks forever.

A healing spell would be nice, first off. Secondly, a ward against acid, perhaps? Can he tell what form of magic you're most capable of using, and if you have much potential for it?

Oh, look, if we're talking about spells to deal with being swallowed by Po, ask him about how teleportation magic works too, and how hard that is to do.

Have Po swallow us and leave the spying thing in him, and trick him into being stuck by a crappy massive spell. These are the pro plans. Let's do what we can to get them along.

>Without really bothering to find anything else out, Pektil agreed.
You say that as though it's come back to bite us in the past or something!

This guy may seem creepy, but he's just a big flesh computer. Are there ways of storing a vancian spell in an inanimate object?

I think we all know...you want to learn a spell to make you bigger, stronger, faster. Even if temporarily. Then maybe Po won't be as scary. Well he will but you can overcome that cause you'll be big.

Priority one: Knowledge on how to survive being eaten. If possible teachings or recommended and affordable (hidden) items for that purpose.
Priority two: Beginner spells. Simple, low energy utility spells. Creating a light, benign short-range telepathy, whatever a beginner like Pektil can learn.
Priority three: A new shop for magic items. Any items he can recommend. Information on potential problems that could arise with our current and scheduled items.

>>536407

I still that idea is not good and highly risqué.

We should invest in something that will let us spy better like a clairaudience, clairvoyance or scrying spells.

>>536668
The way I see it we should at least find out IF it is a feasible plan. Who knows, there might be an easy way to solve this. If there isn't we can still do something else.

>>536788
I know I missed a day, but don’t update the quest for me. Art can be used to draw the scene from the last update and add things into the scene, not reply directly to suggesters. Thanks for the work, but this is unfortunately being mostly ignored, especially because it contradicts what’s already been said. I’ll repurpose some of it and add in an explanation. The purpose is to help me tell the story, not tell it for me.

“So,” Pektil asked, a plan slowly forming in his brains, “What’s the limits on Vancian magic, and could you like, trick a powerful creature into learning a spell so that their power would be like, less powerful? Like a big magic guy?”

Nine Gears hummed, it was a rattling, mechanical choral sound. One finger tapped against his faceplate. “The actual text of true Vancian spells is almost alive, and seeks out a living brain to imprint itself on. The magic wants to be read and used. Continual study and practice expands a person’s potential to memorize more or more powerful spells. As you read a Vancian spell, if your mind cannot contain it, you will be in pain, discomfort. You can certainly force a spell slightly too large into your mind, although it will cause unpleasant mental effects. A spell entirely too large will cause your brain to violently explode. It happens with the brains I use for storage, from time to time. Spells just slightly too large will help expand your potential, however.”

He tapped his faceplate again. “But you do still have to read the words to memorize the spell. Of course, a sufficiently powerful magical creature would probably absorb the information instantly, at a glance. The real trick would be to find a spell they would not want to instantly cast…” he seemed to be mostly thinking to himself, tapping on his face and exhaling green mist. “You know, there is a quite powerful spell that temporarily negates all magic within a one hundred yard sphere surrounding the caster. ‘Phandall’s Spiteful Equilizer,’ if I remember correctly. Yes. Yes. This has potential.” More little clatters.

“So,” Pektil continued, thinking about how dangerous Vancian magic seemed, “Is there any way to store Vancian spells in inanimate objects?”

Nine Gears snapped out of his contemplations and laughed. “Why would I need to remove brains and store them inside of my body if I could cast Vancian spells in another way?”

Pektil stuck his finger in his nose, “huh?”

Nine Gears sighed. “No, there isn’t. Some Vancian spells are used to produce enduring magical items, but the spells themselves must be placed into a living brain to be cast. The words themselves are also extremely dangerous to attempt to transcribe, and special materials must be used. Therefore, the rituals themselves are somewhat expensive, and usually not in easy to transport form. They cannot be stored digitally, for instance. However, there are plenty of other systems that feature single-use scrolls, wands and assorted magical devices. Crystals, in particular, are useful for storing enduring effects from other casting systems. Wands are also useful. Some are tools that are required for casting systems, and some are repositories for magical energy. Most scrolls and wands must be used by someone capable of using magic in some capacity, whereas a crystal will simply produce an effect and need only be worn, or incorporated into a device.”

Pektil was thinking about his plan to store the scrying crystal inside of Po. The way he saw it, he would need some kind of acid protection, some kind of healing, and some kind of teleportation.

His second priority was to basically be able to do that stuff, so he needed some beginner spells.

And a good place to buy this stuff that wasn’t somewhere he’d gone before. He did remember the first magic shop. They had had lots of scrolls, but he wasn’t sure. Maybe asking would be a good idea.

He also realized that if he was going through with the eating thing, all of the effects he would need would have to be spells: Po probably would not eat all his clothes and items with him.

“So, I want to know a good place to get some beginner stuff, like maybe scrying or spying stuff, and also maybe some healing or acid resistance stuff.”

“If you would like to learn some Vancian magic, I would gladly give you these,” The raccoon girl dug under his robes and pulled out a black leather-backed scroll wrapped closed with ribbon. “The Charm of Untiring Nourishment. This simple spell will obviate the need for rest, sleep, air, food or water, and make you immune to adverse temperature conditions, for several hours. It is quite useless to me, but could be useful to you. You may not be able to use it immediately, which is why I will also give you Lugwiler’s Dismal Itch, one of the simplest and most primitive of spells. It causes someone to itch as if they had fleas for several minutes.” The raccoon also produces a little red book, like a day planner. She walked over and deposited them into Pektil’s hands, her own flesh slightly clammy to the touch, her hide mangy and balding in places.

“As for acquiring those other spells, a non-Vancian source may be best. Vancian magic is generall ‘all or nothing,’ and tends to be quite powerful and obvious in effect. I know there is a shop called Tally’s Uncomfortably Cramped Arcana which has a selection, although there are a few others in this general area which are known to be rather useful.” Nine Gears indicated a floor and area, and Pektil checked his Information Data Thingy. There was a big list of shops!

“I will caution you that teleportation magic tends to be very difficult, and most places are warded against it.” Pektil remembered Blaze talking about teleportation >>459164

Go ahead and make up whatever shops you want. Give either just a name, or a name and a short description, or whatever. Remember to put numbers in the NAME field! You can also suggest to go to one of the shops somebody else makes up, or go to the shop that Nine Gears recommends.

The "Icy Jizz Magicks" was run by a some pale white haired guy named Necron, looking like a glam metal band reject. The shop specialized in cold based, protection and charm spells. The selection was quite broad as Necron was a fairly talented natural mage, but most commented on his very... special methods of invoking certain magic. Yet this method seem to be perfect for most Neo Sex Mall dwellers.

>>536842
>Po probably would not eat all his clothes and items with him
Unless you fancy concealing the scrying crystal on in your person in some manner you can reverse while in a muscular bag of stomach acid, that somewhat scuppers the plan.

Maybe we're better off finding some other willing victim who's less fussed about the whole getting-back-out angle.

For now, thank him and return with Miss Priesmeyer to the marginally less creepifying areas.

Tally’s Uncomfortably Cramped Arcana sounds fine. You're small, it should be appropriate for you.

Hey, ask him about the World Devourer part of his name.

Tally’s Uncomfortably Cramped Arcana sounds perfect! Though I'm not sure how much they will charge for spells, perhaps it is good to look around two or three stores.

Perhaps you could ask the snake bouncer at The Last Whisper about spells or protection against vore and equipment to survive being eaten, or even ask about Po's preferences and "abilities" regarding that sort of thing. You could make out you're slightly interested in the idea.

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There's always the Impractical Curiosities Emporium, run by a somewhat confused entity in the shape of a perfect silver-grey octahedron by the name of Qx. It has taken to wearing a sign that says "STORE OWNER - NOT FOR SALE" given its similarity to some of the knick-knacks it sells, and is perennially confused as to where the shop actually is. It has a habit of just... changing where the exit leads out to, but customers are customers, even if the more recent business has been entirely around the more erotic themed curios and gewgaws in the shop.

Of course, some of the things on sale might be the kind to be completely alien in purpose and understanding, but maybe there's a cool magics or two. Probably the sorts that require ridiculously long rituals or something awkward to perform. It is the Impractical Emporium, after all.

(also I made a favicon for the thread and I am not sure if you want it applied or not)

>>537357
I think we should be very careful with the snake. Given that it is an employee of the person we want to trick, we should assume that everything we talk about with the snake will be known by Po. We can still talk to the snake but in that case any plan that involves Po not knowing our plans for survival needs to be dismissed.

I wouldn't put it past Po to say he is ok with us surviving the consumption just to claim an accident happened afterwards, should he have even a slight suspicion we were plotting against him.

I would also like to note that Po gave us a powerful magical item that he was sure would stay close to us for the forseeable future. Would it have been possible to hide a scrying spell similar to frost mother's in the spell matrices of the bead?

I vote we visit the Impractical Curiosities Emporium and Tally’s Uncomfortably Cramped Arcana.

Pektil thanked the horrible mechanical monstrosity for its time and the free spells, and asked Miss Priesmeyer if they should be going. She nodded slowly, thanking Nine Gears for its time as well, and they retreated from the super-creepy electrical area to the slightly less creepy regular area.

Pektil also considered that his plan of getting Po to eat him so he could hide the spy crystal wasn’t such a great plan seeing as how Po probably wouldn’t want to eat his clothes and items. He considered that it might be a better idea to get Po to eat some willing victim who isn't as concerned about the whole “getting back out alive” angle, then he considered Seven Gears and his servants and how everything was “completely consensual” when he got done with them…

Then he kind of shuddered and considered whether that was something he really should be considering.

But if he WAS considering it, he knew, now, how he could get a perfectly willing person with something implanted in them who didn’t care about being eaten, but maybe he shouldn’t consider that.

He realized also that talking to the snake bouncer might be a decent idea, but that anything he told her might also find its way to Po. He wasn’t sure if he could do anything useful with that or not.

He stopped considering and realizing things for the moment because the regular metallic report of Miss Priesmeyer’s hooves had stopped. They were at his little room.

Miss Preismeyer patted him on the shoulder with her mechanical hand, the cool, smooth metal clicking slightly. “Good luck with your friend,” she said, her voice smooth and feminine. “If there is anything I can do to help…” She let the sentence hang. With a sharp click, she pirouetted on one hoof before sauntering back into the further darkness of the machine area.

Pektil went out into the Dusk District, ready to shop for magical supplies. He had two places that he was going to visit for sure, but he didn’t know if he should stop by yet. He’d told Sommer that he was going to see her today after she got off work, and had also told Zephyr that he was going to stop by hir place. He wasn’t sure if he should go shopping first or go see either one of them first or what. He’d come to a stop in the middle of the walkway, and while he was trying to decide, an anthropomorphic pegasus wearing a heavy leather apron and a tool belt bumped into him. Her black and white wings fluttered as she lost her balance, falling on top of Pektil before he could scurry away.

She had nice blue eyes and her coat, mane and tail were white with black splotches. Or maybe it was black with white splotches? Pektil considered it as her wide hips pinned him to the ground, her muscular body rocking directly on top of his slowly swelling dong. Her long, messy mane covered most of her face, and her proportionally small breasts squishing together as she held her hands up to her open mouth in shock. “I am soooo sorry!” she said, flipping her hair out from in front of her eyes and pulling on his arm before she realized that she’d have to get off of him before she could help him up. She was a little more than twice Pektil’s height, and he could see firm muscles in her arms and legs bunch and contract as she stood up and lifted him effortlessly to dust him off. Her hands grazed against his dong and butt as she held him up by the overall straps and tried to straighten his things out, brushing down his thighs and chest.

“I’m so, so sorry!” she kept saying, “I should have been paying attention to where I was going!” She’d toss her head to keep the hair out of her eyes, but it would have settled back in place moments later, mostly on the left side of her face. She didn’t really let Pektil get a word in edgewise before setting him back down on the path, apologizing profusely again, and then leaping over the railing and flying off. He noticed that her butt was very round, and she had a lot of muscles in her back that moved around when her wings swooshed.

Pektil kind of stood there in a daze for a moment, then checked his pockets to make sure he hadn’t dropped anything. Quite the contrary, he found a plain leather sack that he hadn’t owned before. Opening it up, it had a variety of really valuable looking gems inside. He wondered if she’d dropped it on accident, or if this was the 2500 coins that the Cult of Divine Penetration was supposed to pay him.

He then went back to wondering whether he should go see Zephyr or Sommer first, or blow either one of them off, or go to the magic stores first.

I know it’s been forever since I’ve updated, and people probably don’t remember what’s going on at all. The Wiki http://tgchan.org/wiki/NEO_SEX_MALL is really extensive, and also tracks Pektil’s Inventory: http://tgchan.org/wiki/NEO_SEX_MALL/Inventory. >>536379 might be a good point to sort of refresh on what’s being talked about right here at this very minute! Expect regular updates from here on out, and thanks for playing!

Yeah that definitely sounds like the payment drop. Hang on to it it's yours.

How much time do you have in the day? If you think you might run out of time to hang out with Sommer and Zephyr, skip shopping and do it another time. This whole dealing-with-Po thing is clearly going to be an investment and it's not going to kill us if we put off buying spells to hang out with friends.

Go see Sommer first, because let's be honest, if we hang out with the Zeph and play NES, we'll probably get caught up playing NES all day. Sommer usually gets uncomfortable after too much interaction so she'll probably call it a day early and leave us with some time to hang out with Zeph because c'mon, with how serious all the things we're plotting are, we could use some Bubble Bobble or something to unwind and Zephyr seems really legit.

>>599737
Congrats, you have enough money to GET HUGE. However, if you're gonna make it permanent like you planned I think you should discuss it with your friends first, and consider if it would interfere with doing your maintenance job. Maybe see if you can instead get a ring of Enlarge Person or a spell that makes you bigger as long as you maintain it? Then you could be big or small when the situation demands it. Alternatively, you could get huge permanently and have a shrink ring/spell to go back to your previous size. The temporary size alteration option will need to shrink/grow your clothes too, mind you.

I don't really want to ditch either of them because well even playing NES games with Zephyr seems like it might be an okay time. Maybe. Even though Zephyr is gross. Priority is on Sommer though. I'm thinking hang with Zephyr for an hour or so (or as long as we can stand) then probably go take a shower and hang out with Sommer. Wait, will Sommer even be off work anytime soon?

I say we should shop around for prices on how much our HUGE options will cost exactly while we figure out who to hang with.

>>599738
That.

Pektil decided that Po was a long-term dealie, and he could go get spells later. The more important thing was to hang out with Sommer. He figured she’d definitely be off work by now. It’d taken him a pretty long time to talk to Seven Gears about magic and all that stuff.

He started heading for her place.


Along the way, he thought about his money and how he’d be able to get huge if he wanted. It’d been a while since he’d talked about it, but after some deep thought, he remembered when he’d asked Miss Priesmeyer what she thought. >>458613

She was probably still right, about the huge thing anyway, not the weak organic components thing. The money might be better spent on getting a new place, or buying the spells he might need to do something about Po, eventually.


He strolled up the steps and into Sommer’s building, thinking about what kind of cool stuff they’d do together in their hang-out time.

He was hurrying down the hallway toward her apartment when he almost ran directly into the floor supervisor, who seemed to literally appear out of nowhere. Although he suspected that if it looked like he almost ran into her, she was probably a few feet over to the left or something.

She was just as tall and naked and mottled yellow and black as he remembered her, her wings and tentacles spread on either side of her body. Her animal muzzle was pouty, her red eyes fixed on him.

“I’m sorry, but you aren’t allowed here,” she said in an only slightly sultry tone.

Uhm.

Okaayyy (not okay)

Let's not pretend to ourselves that we don't know why this building Po is renting an apartment for Sommer is not allowing us in but let's pretend to her.

Why aren't we allowed here?

>>599857
Why, did something happen? Is the building under quarantine or something?

You know, it occurs to me we never even tried to ask Po to back off, nor do we have any clear evidence he's doing anything wrong. We went straight from suspicion to conspiracy.

Pektil looked up at the floor manager, whose name he didn’t remember off the top of his head, honestly. On the one hand, Po was the one paying Sommer’s bill. On the other hand, maybe it was a quarantine or something.

On the third hand, Pektil hadn’t even tried to talk to Po. Pektil hadn’t tried to tell Po about how he thought about Sommer, or even really had any evidence of any kind that Po had ever done anything wrong at all. Honestly, he’d been the one to agree to his boss’s thing that really disturbed him, and when he’d talked to her about it, their relationship had been fine. Better even.

Who was to say that Sommer and Po hadn’t had the same conversation? After all, she admitted that he didn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to do anymore. Maybe he was being crazy. He was certainly being entirely unfair to Po.

“So uh,” he said, as the blink dog displacer beast demon multi-breed looked at him, her nipples just as perky as he remembered, her vag fully on display - just a little bit of lip to keep it classy - “is there a quarantine or something?”

She lowered her muzzle, grinning lopsidedly, and fluttered her eyelashes.

“Nope.” She wiggled her butt, both of her hands pressed against one of her thighs as she leaned forward. “The renter of that apartment there,” she gestured over her shoulder and Pektil realized that it would be Sommer’s apartment if it were a few feet to the left and behind where she was pointing, “specifically said that if a little green guy who looks just like you showed up, I was to eject him from the building. I told him that I knew you when he described you. So you got to scram or I’m going to have to,” here she paused and slowly licked her lips, “eject you.”

Wait "he" told you to eject me? Can I ask you who he is?

Uhm, okay.

Okay Po isn't allowing you to Sommer's apartment, fine.

Let's leave without questioning, with our dignity pretending to be intact, and think of a plan of how we can tell Sommer because I wonder if she even knows this is a thing now.

I still say go see Zephyr and hang out with hir and hey if Zephyr is a courier who works for anonymous clients a lot maybe Zeph can drop a package off at Sommer and slip out a message at her in the meanwhile on the downlow too you know? I mean it might put hir at risk of Po's wrath but like, I'm sure we can finagle it.

And after something as gross as this maybe we could use some NES games and an upbeat person to cheer up with I don't think Zeph's that bad sie seems cool ok.

>>599924
Better scram. Try calling Sommer to see if she's as upset at you as Po is. Maybe it's time to clear the air, find out how dumb you were being. IF we get enough information to decide that Po isn't hurting Sommer anymore... Maybe it's possible to smooth things over with Po by using Frost Mother's trust in you to his benefit? I mean sure the other dragons don't like him but that doesn't mean they like Frost Mother. Alternatively you could try to get out of the feud entirely and do some other favor for him as an apology.

Before you talk about any of that though you should put the purple amulet and scrying shard away somewhere. If Frost Mother is scrying on you through them you'll have no options after switching sides. Also stop walking around with thousands of coins, go put them away somewhere.

Actually wait I have a funnier idea than just walking out. Go like "okay so this isn't because you're mad I didn't keep in touch after we had sex?" Tell her about the boner ring that you got so you aren't pathetic in bed and all, too.

>>599924
Can we at least get a message to Sommer? Is there a comm system, or could the nice landlady tell her that we are here for us, thank you very much.

So, Pektil wasn’t being allowed in. Okay. There could be several reasons. The most obvious reason to Pektil was that it was Po, clearly, who was not letting him come in. But there could be another reason maybe. He decided not to specifically ask who the “he” was. He still had his dignity, after all.

“This isn’t, like, because we fucked that one time and I never called you or anything, right?”

She leaned back, slapping her thighs, her six small breasts jiggling as she laughed and laughed and laughed, one tentacle apparently stuck to the empty air a few feet away from the wall to keep her from falling over.

Several minutes later, she’d managed to catch her breath, panting and leaning toward Pektil. “I don’t know what you remember, but I distinctly remember using you for a quickie once. Not even a very good quickie. An extremely amateur quickie.”

Pektil sort of mumbled “I’m way better at sex now too by the way…”

The floor manager managed to stand back up, her wide, spade shaped tentacles wiping the tears from her eyes. “Aren’t you just adorable,” she said through a flurry of giggles, “but no seriously you’ve got to leave.”

Pektil’s cheeks were hot and his foot was definitely way more interesting than the, in his estimation, very unprofessional floor manager. “Can you at least tell the person living there that I came to see her?” he asked, pointing at Sommer’s door.

“Sure,” she said. “Have a nice day.” She leaned casually against the wall and Pektil turned around and left.

Maybe he had a bad idea about the whole situation, though. Maybe he should be trying to get proof that Po wasn’t doing anything bad. Of course, if he tried to smooth things over with Po, he’d have to ditch the scrying crystal. Other of course, he could use the crystal to see if Po WAS doing anything bad or not… Wuh. Everything was complicated.

At least he could still call Sommer. If she was home, she’d want to talk to him, he was sure. They were supposed to hang out today. She might not even know that he was blocked from her floor or anything.

He called, but no one answered. Maybe she was out? He left a message for her to call him back.

Since he had nothing better to do, really, he decided to go hang out with Zephyr. Before he went, he went back and put the scrying crystal, amulet, and most of his money away. No reason to walk around with that stuff unless he needed it.

Pektil checked his finances and discovered he had about 3400 currency in various coins/dildoes.

***

Zephyr’s place was far, far higher up in the mall than he’d ever been before. One of the little tiny bands of place he’d seen from way down far below. The area was full daylight, and very similar to the very first place he’d been, except he couldn’t even see the mall floor down below, and more mall extended upward as far as he could see.

The walkways were very wide, which was good for Pektil because he didn’t really want to go near the edge. He kept walking a little ways and the walkway expanded further, and the clear wall on the edge of it diminishing to almost nothing. Long tongues of floorway extended out over the abyss like piers. Some of them had couches and benches on them and some were totally empty. Maybe “pier” wasn’t as good a term as “landing pad,” because while he walked, Pektil saw all kinds of winged or bejetpacked or bepropellered creatures, along with creatures variously outfitted in less recognizable methods of propulsion took off or came in for a landing on the piers.

Of course, some of them just had folks fooling around on them or chatting and eating pirogues or takeout curry or whatever, but occasionally some creature would just walk up to the edge and jump off out into space.

Pektil noticed that a lot of folks here seemed capable of flight in one way or another, and a lot of the shops seemed to cater to that.

A little bit further, shops gave way to houses with no particular style or theme between them that Pektil could detect. Each had a landing pad across the walkway from the facade. He also noticed that the lights from the floor above could be turned off and on by the residents (or so he assumed) because the houses were all cast in varying shades of darkness, dusk and daylight. Because the walkway was generally so wide, most of them had individual yards or fences, leaving the normal sort of walkway length close to the piers. These were the only individual dwellings Pektil had ever seen in the mall. They must be expensive.

He figured he had the right place when he saw a square three story house that looked something like a rainbow layer cake, if each layer was sort of set really cockeyed to the one under it. Neon lights surrounded each layer in a different shade of neon than the layer itself, and the yad was grassy and scattered with various lawn furnishings.

The pier itself had massive leather couches scattered around it, and a bubbling jacuzzi that was underlit with slowly changing lights. TVs on little entertainment centers with wires and consoles and controllers and junk were sort of scattered around here and there in both the lawn and the yard, and it was night time on this sliver of balcony.


He knocked on the door, and a few moments later heard something that sounded like a large animal running across hard floor. The door was flung open inward, almost causing Pektil to pitch forward onto the shiny black tile, and Zephyr was there in all hir glory, tossing back her arms and setting hir enormous titties to jiggling, a big, stupid smile plastered on hir face. “Yo! sup sup! Welcome to the casa de Zephy aka Zephy’s love palace aka where my NES is at if you catch what I’m pitchin!” Sie winked lewdly and stepped to the side.

Pektil could see hir massive neon cock, and past that a wide white hallway with black doors. Pektil could see the hallway open into some sort of wider space, like an atrium or something at the back, and the door on the left was opened partway. Pektil could see light flickering from a TV or something past there.

“So, whacha wanna do?” Zephyr asked, bobbing up and down on hir feet, settting both her tits and dong to flopping. “We can hang out, play games, you know whatever, and if you don’t got any ideas I’m sure big Zeph can think of something if you know what I mean.” There was the hip thrust. Pektil had been expecting the hip thrust. “But no it’s cool I got the NES up and stuff.”

>>599985
Pektil came here to play, so that is what Pektil will do. Or maybe talk a bit first, like, how was hir day, is that whole building hirs, etc.

Pektil oh Pektil honey why do you think because Po won't let you see Sommer that maybe he's a good guy you need to smooth things over with? Sommer is actively scared of him and now he's controlling who she can see.

These aren't good signs.

Also start out with some NES. I think Zephyr isn't as sex-crazed as shi seems not to that degree, shi's into it for sure but she seems more talk-and-goofing-around than outright sex so I don't think this is going to get into anything really terribly awkward. Start with the NES and see where things get you and try to spend at least a little time not thinking about huge important issues so when you come back to them you'll have a clearer mind.

>>599985
We should totally hang out and play some NES and stuff but hey how about first we sort out some snacks to cook while gaming?

Decide to play games but be awkwardly enticed by prolonged exposure to the smell of hir neon dick juices and have no idea how to handle it.

“Let’s play some NES!” Pektil said, even though he didn’t know what NES was really. The way Zephyr had talked about it, it sounded like it wasn’t some sex thing. While they walked back toward the open door, Pektil figured he’d chitchat.

“So, like, is this whole place yours?” Pektil asked.

“Oh yeah for sure,” Zephyr said, keeping ahead of Pektil but looking back over hir shoulder. At least this way hir tail hung down over hir downstairs weapon. “Courier business is good if you’re good at being a courier and Zephy is on top if you know what I mean.” Zephyr did a little hip thrust and bit hir bottom lip, “also I’m good at being a courier.” Another lewd wink and a pair of finger guns. “But yeah I got a nice place a while back you know gotta have a pad to match this rockin’ bod this bod doin all the rockin if you get Zephy’s drift.” Shi made a clicky noise with her tongue and winked again.

Pektil looked in the room. It had thick burgundy carpet on the floor and a big, soft-looking sofa against one wall. A black glass-topped coffee table with various controllers, magazines and other items spread semi-randomly across the surface was between the couch and the relatively large entertainment center, dominated by a massive flatscreen TV. The far wall was a huge set of windows with thick maroon curtains pulled back on either side. The windows were tinted, looking out over Zephyr’s front lawn and sidewalk. The entertainment center had various consoles and wires snaking around the compartments under the TV, everything relatively neat and organized, but just slightly disarrayed, as if shi got a lot of use out of them.

Pektil realized he was kinda hungry though. “Hey, before we get started, should we, like, cook up some snacks or something? If you want to?” Pektil shrugged in what he assumed incorrectly was a nonchalant manner.

“Sure thing! Come on we can cook up something satisfying in big Zeph’s kitchen if you get my drift. Haha, but no we can get snacks.”

The kitchen was in an open area off the right side of the atrium at the end of the hall. The atrium itself had a wide recessed seating area to the left with various sofas and cushions, and a set of curved glass stairs going up to the next level. The kitchen itself was all chrome and white tile, with black surfaces and cabinets. Zephyr started taking out bowls and various other things as Pektil looked out the translucent wall opposite the hallway he’d come down. Sliding glass doors lead out onto a wide patio surrounding a multi-layered pool lit from underneath. The colors slowly shifted as he watched, bathing the patio furniture and exotic plants in a variety of colors underneath the artificial night sky somewhere up above.

He hurried into the kitchen after Zephyr. The draping plants gave the illusion that the patio was a little fenced off area of greenery inside some sort of wild space. The sense of a vast expanse of sky overhead bothered Pektil a little, even though he knew it was fake.

Zephyr had some mixing bowls and metal trays and various spoons and containers set around on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Pektil noticed that the bag of flour was in its own sealed container. Like, the flour is already in a bag, why does the bag need to be in something else? Everything else was the same way. Pektil could also smell the acidic odor of monster energy drink coming from Zephyr. He had no idea how to handle it. He had decided he really wasn’t a fan of monster energy drink.

“What kind of snacks you wanna cook?” Zephyr asked. “Unless that was a euphemism for good ol fashioned fuckin’ if you know what I’m sayin!” Zephyr stuck out hir tongue and thrust hir hips lewdly, hir breasts and monster dong wobbling basically everywhere, “but no seriously what kind of snacks did you want?” Zephyr said, putting on some rubber kitchen gloves.

Pektil figured he could maybe ask Zephyr about stuff in addition to suggesting something to cook.

>>600391
You know what you must do.

You must bake bake dem biscuit biscuits.

>>600391

Dewritos. Breakfast of champions.

It is indeed time to bake bake dem biscuit biscuits

Make some small talk anyway tho. Does sie have any crazy stories we have some crazy stories like the time we wanted to get big and just ended up with an oversized dong or almost consented to vore by accident (don't actually like spill the beans on important stuff like Po or Sommer or Frost Mother you're still a secret agent basically ok Pektil)

Pektil’s expression was stone cold. He put his small, fuzzy hands on the top of the kitchen island. He pulled up and stood on his tippy toes such that the very top of his head peeked over the surface opposite Zephry.

“I wanna bake bake dem biscuit biscuits,” he said.

Zephyr slammed hir begloved hands down on either side of the island, hir tits bouncing, neon nipples juddering as hir jugs wobbled. Hir face was serious as death, green tongue barely hanging out over hir lips.

“You wanna bake bake dem biscuit biscuits?” shi asked.

Pektil heaved his torso onto the island, squatting, face to face with Zephyr across the expanse of gleaming black and various kitchen materials. He leaned forward, looking hir dead in the tits as they gradually stopped wobbling.

“I wanna bake bake dem biscuit biscuits,” he said.

Zephyr leaned forward, tits smushing on the counter and obscuring hir nipples. Hir pink and yellow fur reflecting up from the shiny surface as Pektil stared hir dead in the eyes. He noticed, for the first time, that hir eyes were bright purple. He had literally never really looked at hir eyes before this. Hir huge, jiggly tits, massive, terrifying dick, and even the bright neon tongue were way too distracting for various conflicting reasons.

Hir muzzle was less than a foot away from his face. He breath smelled like sour candy. He noticed the spit on the little bit of tongue he could see was actually also neon green. It was probably sour candy flavored. He really wouldn’t be surprised if it was.

Hir eyes narrowed, long lashes mostly hiding the bright purple irises.

“You wanna bake bake dem biscuit biscuits?” shi asked, hir high-pitched voice low and dangerous.

Pektil leaned forward, his own hands slapping on the counter surface. The end of his nose smashed against her nose, pushing the skin of hir narrow muzzle up some so hir top lip was well past hir teeth. It made hir face look like if a fox was licking a window or something, only a neon pink and yellow fox with neon green gums and tongue. He could smell hir nose. He’d never smelled a nose before, really. His own top lip was similarly pushed up in an equally stupid expression.

“I wanna bake bake,” he said, leaning further foward, both expressions becoming increasingly stupid, “dem biscuit biscuits.” His eyes were narrow, voice a harsh growl although honestly pretty nasally because his muzzle was all scrunched up.

Their teeth were less than an inch apart. He could taste the sour candy from hir exhallations. Their eyes were locked, gladiators struggling in the arena of the mind. The tension was like a red hot iron somethingorother, simile-ing the fuck out of some metaphor or another.

“You get the flour,” Zephyr said, barely intelligible because hir muzzle was all scrunched, “I’ll get the buttermilk.”

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It was some time later as viscous substances were being wiped off the kitchen counter. When Pektil licked his wet lips, the taste was still very much present in his fur. Zephyr was no better, a dollop of sticky material dripping from hir chin.

“Those were some damn good biscuits,” Pektil said.

“You’re telling me!” said Zephyr, too satisfied to bother making a lewd gesture.

Sie sighed contentendly. “Okay, let’s go play some NES.”

And thus, they washed up (mostly their faces and hands) adjourned to the game room.

Mostly, they shared stories and played Bubble Bobble, talking about crazy encounters they’d had and swapping sex tales. Zephyr had had at least as many misadventures as Pektil, always getting hirself into sticky situations but somehow coming out on top (sometimes literally.) Pektil didn’t talk about some of his more serious issues - no need to include Zephyr in that mess - and had a good time as the hours flew by.

After they finished Bubble Bobble, Pektil was sitting on the arm of the couch looking out the window and noticed the spotted anthro horse with wings that had bumped into him earlier. She was wearing a white tunic with a gold rope at the waist but he could tell it was definitely her. She kept flicking her hair out of her eyes as she read some kind of letter that she seemed to be semi-hiding in her hands. Pektil didn’t know if he should make some kind of move, or just play more NES with Zephyr.

>>600585
I was not ready for the sheer intensity of this update.
Eh, if she's trying to deliver something to (or reclaim something from that was actually a real accident and not a dead-drop at all) us, she'll knock. Else she might just be working nearby. Coincidentally.

>>600585
Ask Zephyr if they know her.

Clearly, offer to have sex with Zephyr.

Sleep with Zephyr's giant neon cock.
Platonically.

In fact, maybe you could get a big dakimakura case for it.

>>600673
Let's not!

Hey, if Zephyr knows anything about that big party, does she know what was behind those huge doors?

Pektil wondered if the horse girl was just working nearby or if she was looking for Pektil. Maybe she really had just dropped the bag of gems that coincidentally happened to have the same value as his payment. She was walking pretty slowly and not looking at Zephyr’s house, so he figured she was probably just randomly in that neighborhood.

Pektil tapped Zephyr on the hip. Shi was leaning over digging through the cartridges, so no other part of her was really within arm’s reach.

“Yo,” Pektil said when shi turned around, holding up a fan of several games. “Do you know that horse chick with the splotches?” He pointed right at her, so Zephyr would know which one it was.

Zephyr pursed hir lips and looked up and to the right, off into the corner of the room, Pektil didn’t see anything there, though.

“Uhhhhh, yeah. There’s somethin’ right there on the tip of my brain.” Shi raised and lowered her eyebrows, “more like on the tip of my dick am I right? But no seriously I’m pretty sure she’s a courier and she lives around here.” Zephyr’s face was ever so slightly serious. “Actually, I haven’t seen her around too much recently. She used to go through the same service I did for jobs, but then something happened or something. No clue.” Shi shrugged. “I think she came over to a party at my house one time. Or maybe I came over her at a party at my house, yeah baby, Zephy would like to glaze her donut if you know what I’m saying. Don’t remember her name, though. Camille? Something like that?” Zephyr sort of trailed off.

Pektil thought he probably did know what shi was saying, as far as the glazing went. Shi probably meant semen. Well, monster energy drink gel.

“One last thing,” Pektil said. “I guess I should probably be heading out soon, it’s getting pretty late for me since I woke up. You didn’t want to have sex with me or anything, did you?” Pektil wasn’t exactly sure he even wanted to have sex with Zephyr, but something compelled him to ask.

Zephyr stepped off of the couch and turned around, settling down on hir haunches in front of Pektil. Shi looked him square in the eyes, her boobs only bouncing slightly as shi put hir hands on his shoulders.

“Dude, I am totally cool with just hanging out with you, like I said. Zephyr doesn’t pressure people into having sex, because that is seriously not cool. We can totally be platonic buddies and that’s totally Ok. Plus,” here, shi paused, a drip of drool falling off of the end of her green tongue, “you would literally die.”

Pektil shuddered involuntarily.

For some reason, though, he could picture himself like, putting a big pillowcase over Zephyr’s giant cunt destroyer, and maybe the pillowcase could have like, a character drawn on it, and he could snuggle up with it and like, literally sleep with Zephyr’s dick in a platonic sense. It was a really cool plan, he thought, but he wasn’t sure that now was the right time to ask Zephyr if shi wanted to do it. He didn’t have the pillowcase, after all.

Instead, he asked if shi knew anything about the big party or the huge doors.

“Well,” Zephyr began, gesturing animatedly as shi barfed out exposition, “as far as anybody knows, the doors have totally always been there, and they never open. The Authorities and the folks in charge of the authorities live down there right next to it, and some people totally say that it’s to guard them or something, which is crazy if you think about it, because the doors are seriously bigger than fucking...” she gestures more wildly, unable to come up with a sufficiently crude yet accurate metaphor, “uh, fucking anything! So yeah. I was not nearly cool enough to get a gig down at the big party. Those things are like, once every few hundred days or whatever, and you got to be super awesome to even get a service gig or whatever.” Zephyr nudged Pektil with hir elbow and winked, “Plus I heard they have a huge orgy.” Shi nudged him and winked in an even more exaggerated fashion, “like, the absolutely craziest orgy ever.” Shi sighed and winked dreamily, obviously lost in hir crazy orgy fantasy.

It was getting pretty late, but Pektil didn’t really have to leave right now if he didn’t want to. He was supposed to go to those magic stores before he went to sleep, and he didn’t know if he should follow that other courier or ask her anything or what.

>>600681
Well you kind of started the process of leaving, so you could head out to the magic stores and make general passing pleasantries at the other courier on your way, if she's still milling around out there.

Yeah, don't get in, like, a deep conversation with that house lady. Just kind of nod as you pass, like a secret agent..let her make the first move.

Hey, while you're out at the magic shops there's no reason you couldn't, like, SHOP for a big pillowcase? So what do you want on it? Don't think Sommer, don't think Sommer, that would be really weird.

>>600681
>Leave
While staying with a friend is fun, you've things to do! Definitely tell hir, that you'have to do this again some time, though. Maybe once there are no pressing obligations, if shi knows what you mean. You mean pressing urgent important stuff, is what you mean.

If this person was a spy delivering us a secret package we shouldn't get involved with them anymore. You have no good reason to go talk to her. I guess no good reason to HIDE from her as you leave, either.

But yeah, call it a night and go home, but tell Zephyr you had a great time and you should hang out again sometime when things clear up for you.