Chapter 133

Rain froze mid stroke.

There were people coming, a lot of people.

The teenager on his lap shivered and squealed, not yet realizing the danger, her pussy still squeezing frantically at his length.

He wrapped a paw around her head and her excited voice was cut off, muffled against his paw pads as he listened carefully.

There weren’t any footsteps to be heard, meaning that the group did not have legs, meaning they were Lamia. They were talking a lot, and giggling. He caught a word, ‘Rose’. Yes, they were definitely coming here, there was no doubt about that.

What should he do? They were coming and he needed to do something! Bite Rose’s head off? No, that wouldn’t help at all.

He couldn’t escape through the goblin slave door that Opal and Lyra had left through, far too small, and there was nowhere to hide, the largest piece of furniture, a wardrobe, could never contain him.

The teenager with her head engulfed in his paw slapped and clawed at his forearm and he let go. She came away with a gasp and scowled up at him, a strand of sweaty hair lying across her face.

“What is it? Why the hell did you stop you dumb monster? I was about cum my freaking brains out!” she pouted.

Rain could feel her pussy moving as she spoke, still trying to draw more of him inside of her.

There are people approaching, a lot of people.”

“How do you know, I don’t hear-

“My hearing is significantly better than yours, it’s a monster thing. I hear their voices, one spoke your name, they’re talking now, but they will soon come here.”

Rose blinked then seemed to finally realise the danger they were in.

“It’s her! It’s my sister!” she whisper hissed, “She knows you are here somehow!”

“Then lock the door!”

“She has a key!”

“Why does she-

“It doesn’t matter! She’s coming and she’s going to see you!”

“ ... Then they will have to die.”

“You’re a monster! You are going to die! Not them!”

Rain somehow doubted that, at least initially. The problem came after he killed the oncoming levelers, the problem of the hundreds that would follow.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” groaned Rose, “Okay okay, are they still coming?”

“They’ve stopped, another voice joined them and they’re talking about something, I heard your name again.”

“Alright, I can fix this, I can fix this, I didn’t level so hard for nothing. Just stay perfectly still and don’t move at all okay?”

The Lamia drew in breath and raised her hands. Her pink hair billowed around her head as though in the wind and then things started to happen.

The first thing Rain noticed was her blouse neatly unfolding and lifting into the air from the bed, sleeves smoothly slipping around her arms as she was once more made decent.

The next thing to catch his attention was the carpet, it had started to ripple, undulating in waves across the floor, as though it was the ocean, moving from every wall inwards toward the bed. The chairs and tables that the teenager’s thrashing tail had trashed were moving, moving across the rippling carpet and toward the bed along with books and anything else that had been knocked to the floor.

“Hiding what you broke or knocked over isn’t going to distract them from me...”

“Just one second...” said Rose concentrating.

Rain blinked as cylinders started to emerge from beneath the bed from beside his legs, no, not cylinders, enormous rolls of cloth each a foot thick and four foot long, huge bolts of fabric in a variety of hues. The bolts halted and three rolls of black were picked out, sliding fully free, the rest shoved back under and the space left from removing the three the detritus of the room flowed into, flowing under the bed and out of sight and mind.

The cylinders of fabric, which Rain now realised were fur-covered, launched into the air and began spinning incredibly fast, huge sheets of black fluff shooting in every direction, reams of useable fabric that reached a zenith, filling Rain’s view with swooping looping lines strung about the room.

A row of chests flung open and a cloud exploded from the rectangular openings. No, not a cloud, heaps of wool and fabric off cuttings. The white clouds joined the lines of black floating in the air.

Beside a dressing table, and pride of place, a smaller gold and jewel trimmed chest carefully opened, and Rain realised he was looking at an extremely full sewing box, one which spewed out hundreds of small spindles of cotton thread and silvery needles.

The room was becoming busy with floating objects, it was almost pretty, like a clothier’s constellation.

Then the looping black fur dove toward him.

He blinked in surprise as black fur overlapped his own black fur, wrapping around his arms, his feet and shins, then his thighs even as more charged into the mound of stuffed toys and circled around his torso, once, twice, thrice and more, dozens and dozens of stuffed toys caught up inside, a river of fur lined fabric that was determined to encase him as quickly and as swiftly a possible even as puffy stuffing poured in behind it pushing the black away from his fur as free space was filled in, encasing him in wool padding. In mere seconds he was looking down at limbs covered with a different shade of black, of a trimmer less glossy appearance, dead fur used to cover his own living fur, his paws had become digitless nubs hidden behind stuffing filled fabric.

As this was happening needles tied up tight with cotton thread flew around him like a swarm of insects, hundreds of flashing darting bright steel points whizzing and zipping through the air, darting in like kingfishers, piercing the fabric and roughly sewing it together, a hail of pinpoint sharpness that Rain felt especially uncomfortable around as steel passed mere inches from his eyeballs even as fur lined fabric wrapped around his head.

His vision became fluff and fur and wool and for a moment he wondered if this was all a trick, an attempt to immobilise him for capture. But then the wool parted and he frowned as yellow glass appeared. Two yellow glass discs. He recalled the Lapine stuffed toy, it was the same but on a far larger scale, the glass eyes as large as plates, large enough that he was able to peer through them and see himself in the mirror across from the bed.

He appeared ... as an enormous plushie, a softly shaped wolf with simple curves and simplified features.

Rain considered this.

Yep. This was the worst.

Somehow he’d been turned from a terrifying thing that prowled the pitch black night hunting for prey, into a giant cuddly stuffed toy that looked like it wanted to hug everything that moved, and probably most things that didn’t move too, something that belonged in a teenage girl’s bedroom.

He moved his head in a mild state of horror, and watched as the plushie wolf head moved in the mirror.

For a short moment he seriously considered letting his darkness out, his predation given form, to rip and tear the plushie disguise into a million little pieces ... and then set those pieces on fire using his leveler Skill, and then bury the ashes somewhere nobody could ever see them. Ever.

But then his ears picked up the sounds of the voices, they were right outside!

Rose looked up at the wolf plushie she was sat in the lap off with her chin cupped in her hand, admiring her incredibly rushed but surprisingly excellent work.

It was truly quite good, easily on par with any of the plushies on the plush mountain behind the giant plushie.

Of course ... it was still in the shape of a wolf, and she realised in a moment of dismay that her sister, who was very likely about to step inside her room, might have some serious suspicions seeing a giant wolf plushie that was as vaguely as large as the giant sex slave wolf monster she had apparently misplaced.

The door handle started to rattle.

She threw up her hands in a desperate gesture and the fabric wolf head FWOMP-ed into a spherical ball, the fabric reshaping, crushing and stretching to form a giant teddy bear head.

Rain blinked as the free space inside the head of the plushie increased as it doubled in volume, the glass eyes moving away from his own.

He peered through them at the mirror to see what had happened and found himself looking back at what was now a giant teddy bear sitting on the teenager’s bed, if one with a rather more wolf like body than normal.

This was ... really not an improvement. Maybe the ripping and tearing option was still on the table.

Rose breathed out a sigh of relief. Everything was pretty much perfectly disguised and tidied up now and no one would ever realise that the giant plushie she was lying atop of was in fact a monster or that anything untoward had been happening. Even her sweaty skin had been neatly dried off with passing fabrics.

Well, everything was perfectly disguised, that is apart from the giant cock currently sticking out of a slit on the things groin which was still partly inside of her pussy.

She stared down in dismay even as the door began to open. It needed to be hidden, now, and so the teenager did the only thing she could. She slammed herself down to the top of the knot.

She nearly let out a scream as her clit was thrust against the hard bulb, and only managed to stifle it by slapping a hand over her mouth, her other hand frantically arranging her skirt to drape over the massive knot hiding it from sight, twisting her very flexible body around so that she appeared to be draped comfortably on Rain’s lap, her tail hanging over his thigh in loops.

Just in time as a dozen Lamia girls spilled into the room from the swung wide doorway, a rainbow of different coloured scales, books and papers held to chests as they chattered, oblivious to what they were about to find.

It only took a moment, they were talking, and then many pairs of eyes fell on Rain and Rose, and their voices died to absolute pin drop silence, the collection of teenagers freezing mid slither.

They were all of a similar age to Rose and from what Rain could see were all of the pure Lamia variety. He looked closer and realised that some of them held vaguely similar features to Rose. Sisters, or at least half-sisters, and then maybe the others were stepsisters? Was Rose’s older ‘sis’ amongst them, his supposed former master?

It didn’t matter. They would all die alike. Darkness began to seep from Rain’s real fur in preparation to kill every one of them, his muscles tensing, readying to tear from the bed and rip them to shreds.

But then they gasped as one and a short yellow scaled girl at the front flung her arms up in the air, sheets of paper flying everywhere.

“Oh my god Rose! What did you make?! Its soo cuttteeee!”

Rain froze, the words somehow striking an upsetting knife at his heart. Cute? Cute?!?

He would kill the small one first.

Or he would, any moment now...

Any moment now...

Instead, he waited. He didn’t have Opal or Lyra, if he fought now and everything turned to chaos and fighting he would have to search the estate as well as escape. He didn’t like their chances if that happened, at least one of them would most likely die. But if Lyra could return with Opal to this room first then he wouldn’t have to search for them.

He would bide his time like this and watch the goblin slave door. Surely Lya would return soon with the errant Opal.

Rose waved meekly at the collection of teenage Lamia.

“Uh, hi there. What exactly is it that you are all doing here? Doing here, in my room, right now, at this particular moment in time?”

A wide hipped Lamia with an extremely thick tail and dark purple scales slinked forward.

“It’s your turn you lazy lump of scales, your turn to host the critique,” she said, adjusting her glasses and shuffling the papers and books she held underarm.

“C-crit-? oh no, you mean-”

“Yup, I mean it, you’re going to sit here and you are going watch us put on the damn play, just as you did to me in my room, whether you like it or not.”

Rain watched the teenager’s face in the mirror go through a series of increasingly curdled expressions, very much not liking where things were going.

“I- I see...” she managed to choke out.

The short Lamia with yellow scales who had thrown her hands in the air couldn’t contain herself longer, her tail wiggling around behind her.

“NEVERMIND THAT WHAT’S WITH THE GIANT PLUSH!?!”

She slapped her hands over her mouth, not meaning to yell. “Sorry!” she squeaked.

“It’s just something I made haha, just uh, a nice big comfy fluffy plushie to snuggle on haha, it’s nothing really ... ha ... ha...?”

A moment later Rose realised her mistake, but it was too late to take back the spoken words released into the air.

She had named the giant plush as a target of snuggling.

The yellow scaled Lamia squealed and dived forward, jumping onto the Rain plushie, flinging into the air with her arms spread wide, a joyful look on her face.

Rain could only watch, unable to move even an inch as the short girl leapt onto his arm and wiggled around it, encircling and spiralling up then hugging his giant teddy bear head, her blouse covered breasts pressing up against one of the yellow disks that was his view of the world.

Things only got worse from there. The short ones reaction seemed to be a signal to the others that this was an okay thing to do and teenage Lamia girls lunged at the giant plushie.

Rain could only watch in the mirror as teenagers landed on him and circled up his arms, spiralling around his torso, around his head, leaping into his lap and falling against his chest, until he was covered in a rainbow of scales and skirts and blouses, being hugged from every direction at once.

Rose’s situation wasn’t much better and her dismay reached new heights that she prior thought impossible. Two Lamia girls were in Rain’s Lap with her, squeezing in tight, their bodies pressing close to hers, their tails entwined around both Rain’s legs and her own tail in familiar comfort.

Of course, they had yet to notice the extremely large bulge tenting out her belly. The only reason they hadn’t was because of how puffy and airy her blouse was and that she was putting a lot of effort into manipulating the fabric to drape and fold naturally in such a way that it hid the shape of his dick protruding from her midriff.

But that didn’t help with the fact that one of her sisters was mere inches from the blouse! Inches from her obscenely tented out abdomen! She would only have to move a little and-

The one Lamia who hadn’t leapt onto Rain to snuggle was the dark purple scaled Lamia. She frowned as she looked over her sisters coiled around the giant stuffed toy in a way that only Lamias could, a tangle of chattering giggling teenagers.

With a sigh, and a shake of her head, she pulled close one of the tables and dumped her books and papers atop it, then pulled a sheet of paper from the top of the pile.

She adjusted her black rimmed glasses.

“This is something you should take seriously sisters. Impressing Lord Wranvyre is a good way to ascend in the progeny ranking and gain his favour. Now if you would Arissa?”

A lime green scaled teenager grumbled beside Rain’s head before slithering down his body and onto the floor, somehow flouncing with her tail as she did so.

Arissa came up beside the purple scaled Lamia and grabbed the sheet of paper, quickly scanning through it.

“This scene first? Alright fine, I guess it’s one of the more interesting ones, this isn’t so bad.”

“You only say that because you get to use your magic!” said one of the teenagers in Rain’s lap with Rose, her scales an aqua-marine.

“Well yeah. Don’t say you wouldn’t do the same Millie, because you would, you totally would.

Arissa flicked her wrists, finger spreading as she faced her palms toward the mirror.

Then her hands began to move and Rain watched with concern as she swiftly formed a series of shapes, fingers and hands crossing in complex arcane seals.

As she continued fog started to form in small spots. No, not fog, clouds, white clouds expanding. In moments there were clouds much like the clouds of the outside world only in miniature, vast towering galleon clouds ten miles high, great cloud architectures that strode across the sky. Or in this case clouds that were six feet feet high and strode across the carpet.

More and more clouds formed, swirling and drifting across the bedroom, dotting across the ceiling and clinging to the walls, mostly hiding the room, forming a cloudscape centred on a ring on the floor before Rain, setting the stage for theatrical drama.

Rain could admit it did make things feel more dramatic.

“Rose? If you would.”

“Wha- m-me?”

“Yes you, are you forgetting? You do the clothes.”

“Oh, right, that.”

The teenager flicked her hand and fabric poured from under the bed once more, already shaping into clothing that swam through the air and encased the acting Lamia even as they moved around reading from the script, so used to her ability that they didn’t pay it any attention.

Around the standing Lamia off cuttings were starting to form, cuttings from the black fur currently encasing him Rain realised, off cuttings cut up into hundreds of little rags a few inches long, swarming and flowing across the carpet like grass swaying in the breeze covering it entirely. The swarm of dark fur lined fabric centred on a single point, a scruffle of yellow and white and gold fabric. A crown in a sea of darkness.