How to Train Your Orkhai Ch. 05

Lanica widened her eyes as she stared up to the beastkin's face with feigned shock and awe, wrapping an arm around her chest as she hammered her tightly-wrapped chest into every thrust, loud smacks livening up the room quite a bit. "Such a big, fat cock!" she praised needily, biting her plump lower lip and moaning desperately with each thrust. "Please, coat my tits - I need it, stud!"

"N-nooo..." the girl grunted to Lanica's not-so-feigned surprise, the marlsune somehow actually having the state of mind to shake her head. "I wanna c-cum on... on that gorgeous face~!"

Blinking quickly, the neko pouted and cocked her head, not relenting on her tittyfucking pace in the slightest. "Aren't these exactly what ya want? It's so much nicer, and I've gotta see some peo-"

"The y-yards'll be free!" the marlsune squeaked, wordlessly begging with sweat dripping from her brow and the biggest puppy-eyes Lanica had ever seen - all while feverishly fucking the catgirl's bountiful cleavage, naturally.

Now that offer Lanica wasn't expecting... but she wasn't about to look a gift burrow-runner in the mouth. "...Deal!" she grinned, the prospect of such a generous reward far outweighing the thought of taking a facial - besides, how messy could one marlsune's load be, anyway?

Positively ecstatic with Lanica's reply, the merchant drove every inch of her shaft between the big beastkin chest a few more times before she pulled back and began to jerk that twitching rod with both hands, groaning and whimpering as a few little droplets of pre-cum dripped on the neko's tits. "A-ahhlmost... grnnn," the marlsune grunted with heavy breaths, her tail beating madly from the sheer excitement, her eyes almost glazing over as she locked eyes with the catgirl.

Thinking that maybe a little more encouragement would get this all over with that much sooner, Lanica grinned with an open mouth, presenting her coarse tongue as she gave the foxgirl an encouraging wink - a little gesture, but seeing a neko on her knees so eagerly begging for a facial was more than enough for the merchant, who tensed all over her body.

A loud moan gave Lanica all the heads-up that she needed to close her eyes - something she would've been thankful for were it not for her shock as that first shot far exceeded her expectations. It painted a thick line from her neck all the way to her hair, some of it slipping between her lips to give her a first taste of the marlsune's briny seed that she wasn't particularly interested in actually tasting... but before she could even close her mouth, a second and not at all smaller blast suddenly rammed into the back of her throat, among other places. Left coughing and sputtering as the thick, salty and mildly bitter muck inundated her tastebuds thoroughly, the catgirl's distress was either entirely unnoticed by the marlsune - or the well-hung beastkin just plain didn't care.

From the elated gasps coming from above and the way the merchant's left foot tapped against the floorboard from pleasured shivers, it would've been plain as day to Lanica that she was clearly enjoying herself as she plastered catgirl with several prodigious loads of spunk - were it not for the taste of foxgirl seed coating her tongue or the increasing amount of hot muck coating her features that kept the neko's focus entirely on herself. "Not the hair!" she whined inwardly as she felt some the hot goop leak into her carefully-kept locks, already promising to be an absolute bitch to clean up.

At last, the backed-up beastkin's unexpectedly sizeable load finally slowed to a dribble, the merchant panting loudly as she giggled lightheadedly and smacked her cock against Lanica's face a few times - no doubt it was just some playful teasing to her, but the neko'd had enough. "Fuck. You don't take things easy, do you?" she asked, deadpan and more than a little annoyed. Carefully trying to remove the wads of spunk that'd gotten onto her eyelids while moving her head back, Lanica heard the foxgirl sit down, her heavy, exhausted breathing clearly telling her just how spent the other beastkin was.

"That was... that was t-the hottest thing I've seen in my life..." the merchant panted as the kneeling catgirl gingerly opened her eyes, her vertical pupils adjusting to the dim light before she scooped up the spunk on her seed and squinted in annoyance. "Why'd it have to be so much?!" she thought, almost regretting this impromptu deal as the neko examined the situation with a hand, sticky and goopy skin and matted strands of hair no doubt making her look like a complete whore. It was hard to think it could get much worse, but then she brushed against one of her ears. "Oh fuck, it's all sticky with this mess - whyyy?!" she cried out inwardly and grabbed some kind of cloth that'd been lying on the ground, not sure how she'd be able to clean up this mess in time but trying her damnedest with some furious scrubbing. "I, uh - w-when you're d-done, feel free to use t-these scissors for the... the fabric," the fox-eared beastkin muttered, maybe realizing that she'd made a bit more of a mess than she'd entirely planned.

It nearly took the willpower of a saint for Lanica not to yell at the merchant, glancing at the marlsune who just sat there embarrassedly - as if she had been the one to have to take a ridiculous load of cum all over her face, the neko couldn't help but think. "Thanks - I hope it was worth it for you," Lanica said with a saccharine smile, seething with annoyance not-so-deep-down. "Because I'm going to take twenty yards of your very best cloth, you fox-tailed bitch."

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As she inspected her reflection in a shiny metal plate, Lanica thought she'd done an admirable job of hiding the fact that she'd been basted with a thick marlsune-jizz coating hardly fifteen minutes ago or so. Even her hair wasn't particularly disheveled, she noted rather happily! Now, everything for her little plot was ready and waiting...

The clothy fruits of her labour had been stashed away safe and sound, and after a trip to the quartermaster something close enough to food awaited the potentially-hungry orkhai in a secluded corner just outside their room. "Don't want to get that place messy, after all," the catgirl thought with a little smile, glancing at the barrels that'd serve as make-shift chairs - barrels that'd taken an awful lot of effort to modify the lids of with nothing but a crowbar and a knife. Even now, the muscles in her arms burned from the effort. "Soon... it'll be all worth it."

As she sat there alone, nothing but the creaking of the wood and the occasional people passing her spot kept her company. "With nice weather like this, they're probably going to enjoy the sun rather than stay down here in the crammed dark. Fewer prying eyes, at least..." Wondering what those people might be up to or what brought them to this ship and speculating about their lives certainly helped to pass the time - and truly, she didn't need to wait long until she heard some rather fast footfalls heading towards her improvised table.

Lanica didn't even need to see this person to know exactly who they, or rather she, was. Some things were just safe to bet on. "Over here!" the neko called around the corner, her tail stiffening upwards with excited anticipation when she heard that familiar voice gasp ever so faintly. "Let's hope this works!"

"Lanica...?" her unsuspecting girlfriend asked, peeking around the corner in what she probably thought was a subtle fashion - of course, it merely made her all the more conspicuous. Conspicuous and rather adorable, Lanica had to admit. Those pretty, mismatched eyes widened a bit when they saw the catgirl sitting on a barrel, beckoning her over and gesturing to some food.

"I found us a quiet spot with a table!" she proudly shared, before shrugging with a little grin. "Well, something close enough to one, anyhow - come!"

Even the shy orkhai couldn't help but breaking a smile, nodding quietly as she walked over. There was something... frustrated in the way the orkhai's long legs moved, Lanica noticed - promising a story that she'd squeeze for every juicy little detail, when the time was right...

But first, it was time to do something about those horrid clothes.

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Tarai was nervous. Thoughts of what Lanica might do or think when she'd find out the orkhai's tryst with Tobias had been such a disappointment flitted through her head, and combined with her own sexual frustration the girl was left rather high-strung. For just a moment, the orkhai even thought she saw her girlfriend look at her chest in annoyance... but the bright grin that followed as the neko's eyes met hers made those worries melt away.

"Doesn't look like much, but I figured a bite to eat wouldn't go amiss," Lanica suggested, nodding towards the bowls resting on the crate. The... what seemed to be some sort of porridge didn't look appealing in the slightest - and yet, Tarai's stomach quite enjoyed the prospect of anything to eat. "Hunger makes anything taste good, after all." Leaner times had taught her that more than once.

"...Yeah, I could do with something," Tarai answered with a grateful smile and took the lukewarm bowl as Lanica slid it over. A few experimental stirs betrayed a rather watery texture, but at least it smelled like there had been some real grain involved at some point in the process! "Thanks, that's thoughtful of you!"

Lanica's brow raised in amusement as she watched Tarai dig in to the mediocre meal, the orkhai either not bothering or not remembering to actually sit down for it. "You know... it'd probably be more comfortable if you took a seat," the neko chuckled with a shake of her head.

When she saw the beastkin point at a perfectly available barrel right next to the impromptu table, embarrassment made Tarai's face flush as red as a beet. How could she mess that up?! "O-oh, r-right!" Hurriedly moving over to correct her mistake, the towering girl walked around the crate towards the seat Lanica motioned towards, clutching the bowl tightly in her hands as she began to sit. "Sorry, i-it's been a-AH!" she yelped as the barrel's lid gave way under the pressure, the bowl clattering on the planks below while her hips, thighs and lower back were dunked into something thick and liquid.

"Oh fuck!" Lanica cursed, quickly darting over to Tarai's side. The orkhai's legs instinctively kicked in alarm, as just about everything above the orkhai's knee and below her shoulders got covered in something bright yellow before she desperately clutched the barrel's rim and, with the catgirl's swift aid, began to lift herself out of whatever she'd fallen into. "Are you alright?!" her girlfriend asked when Tarai finally escaped the barrel and stumbled to her feet, concern plain on her face.

For what it was worth, Tarai didn't feel anything hurt particularly badly... but as she at last had a moment to look at her thoroughly stained body, she felt upset enough to nearly cry. Her clothes were ruined by the pigment. "Spirit, w-what do I-I do?! I c-can't let a-anyone see me like this!" the distressed girl knew, looking around the secluded corner panickedly - and when Lanica's hands began to tear her clothes off, Tarai gasped in shock. "What are-"

A loud rip and a shush from the catgirl interrupted her. "Take those rags off - no one will see, I promise," Lanica soothed her, and for a lack of any better ideas, Tarai complied. Stark-naked and paint-stained, the orkhai grasped some sheet that the beastkin found and offered her, trying to wipe off the worst of it, before her eyes widened and her fingers dug into one of the folds of her tattered clothes and, with a sigh of relief, noticed her treasure was unscathed. "Go to our room, 'kay?" her girlfriend suggested, giving Tarai a gentle push against her back. "I'll follow in a bit!"

Not really being able to think of a better idea herself, the orkhai peered around the corner and thankfully didn't see anyone. Dreading the thought of being seen like this by just about anyone, Tarai's long, now-partially-yellow legs ran towards her cabin, clutching the sheet tight around her body until she shut the door with a loud slam.

Alone and finally given some time to process just what even happened, Tarai had to try hard to fight back tears of shame. That no one else seemed to have seen her with this yellow on her skin was something the orkhai thanked the spirits for as she began to furiously wipe the paint off as well as she could with the fabric, the once-clean cloth quite likely getting ruined forever by the smears and smudges. At least it hadn't really started drying yet, and so as she scrubbed and swabbed more and more of her skin was purified to its normal bronze. "I've gotta count my blessings..."

A little gasp of alarm burst from her lips when the cabin's door opened, turning into a sigh of relief when she saw it was the sight of Lanica swiftly stepping in and closing it once more. The neko's hands were yellow as well, but with the way her sleeves were tucked back it probably hadn't been an accident. Clearly the beastkin noticed Tarai's gaze, lifting a hand for a moment before wiping it clean on the same sheet the orkhai'd been using. "Had to go seal off the barrel," she answered the unworded question with a little smirk. "It wouldn't be right leaving that place a mess now, would it?"

"...There wouldn't have been a mess if I'd been more careful," Tarai sighed, averting her gaze in embarrassment.

"I mean, I was the one who thought it'd be a good spot - but there's no point to dwell on that." The neko's fingers tilted Tarai's chin up, until they looked in each other's eyes - a simple gesture, but one that got the orkhai blushing fiercely anew. "Things will be just fiiiine!" she smiled, giving the far taller girl a peck on the neck before stepping back, inspecting Tarai. "Looking like you got most of the paint off yourself - and did, well... whatever it was that you saved back there make it?"

The beastkin was definitely perceptive, a trait that Lanica had been proving again and again to Tarai. "...Yeah, it barely got touched!" the tall half-elf replied as she grabbed her treasure, relief flooding through her veins again when she touched the leather-bound handle. Neither the curved metal or the wrapping had even a blotch of yellow on it, or at least none that either of the ladies could see on a quick inspection.

"What is that, even?" Lanica asked, carefully taking the object in her hands when her girlfriend offered. "It almost looks like... a sword's handguard, with how it rings back on itself...?"

Shaking her head gently, Tarai could certainly see why the catgirl would come to that conclusion. "No - it's a firestriker! When I'd started enough fires for my clan to prove that I wouldn't burn myself, my aunt made me this as a gift," she shared, smiling at the memory. It was almost enough for her to forget she was standing there naked. Almost. "I'm... I'm really happy it's fine, but..." the orkhai began, nervous yet hopeful, "d-do you think my clothes can still...?"

"No," the answer came swiftly and with certainty. Perhaps Lanica felt that was a bit too blunt herself, her expression softening as she shifted her stance slightly. "I... With how deeply that stuff seeped into it, there's no way you can still wear those - unless you want to walk around like an overzealous sunflower, I guess," she joked, her smile weakening slightly when Tarai didn't really seem any less upset for it. Sighing herself, the neko rummaged through her own belongings for a little bit. "Look - maybe those clothes of yours ain't fit for anything but really desperate slapdash patchwork jobs anymore..." the beastkin began, before finding exactly what she sought and turning to Tarai with a big grin and something in her hands, "but I can help you!"

"...Help? How?" the naked half-orc asked, confusion and no small amount of curiosity in her eyes. At this point, she was willing to try just about anything, and if her girlfriend had an idea... well, it was worth listening to, right?

"With this!" Lanica smirked, proudly revealing a tiny metal box - and when she opened it, understanding dawned on Tarai. A few small spindles of yarn, some rolled-up tapes and several needles laid neatly arranged in there, and judging by the scratches on the tin the catgirl had used this sewing kit more than a few times.

"You... y-you would make clothes for m-me?" she stammered, caught off-guard by the very idea and yet... her voice couldn't hide just how much she hoped that her guess was right.

Humming affirmatively, the beastkin nimbly took one of the measuring tapes out. "Yup, and don't even try to say no - never had the chance to make something for a girlfriend before, and I won't miss this chance!" Lanica purred, that special word making the orkhai's heart flutter. Tarai didn't even fight it for a moment when the neko pulled the stained sheet away before stretching the tape and cocking her head meaningfully at the half-elf. "Go on - stand straight and stick those arms out, wontcha? I wanna make sure I'll get this right!"

Excited and not seeing any reason to refuse, the towering girl did as she was told, standing perfectly still - at least, if one were to ignore the way she shivered and shuffled on her feet when the catgirl's hands roved over her body perhaps a bit more than was strictly needed. And yet, as Lanica took her measurements, there was one question that began to burn in the back of the orkhai's mind. "How will we get the fabric for it, though...?"

"Don't you worry your pretty head over that, alright?" the busty beastkin replied with a knowing smile as she backed off and noted a few things down on a little bit of paper, her tail slowly swaying contently behind her. "I've spotted a few merchants on the ship, and if I know their kind they're gonna love the chance to offload some goods, even for a big discount. You just sit here and wait for a bit, 'kay?" Lanica said, her slender fingers giving the orkhai's hand a reassuring squeeze. Without even waiting for an answer, she turned around and opened the door, looking over her shoulder with a wink. "Will be back before you know it!"

Realizing that there very well might be someone on the other side of the door, the orkhai swiftly covered herself up. "Be care-" she began, not even having the time to finish her sentence before the door closed with a resounding thump, "...ful..."

Biting her lower lip, Tarai looked around the cramped room, nervously fiddling with the sheets and such as she waited, and waited. And waited. "She'll be alright... Lanica can take care of herself," she told herself, and yet the thought didn't fully dispel the anxiety she felt.

To Tarai, the wait felt like the longest she'd waited, ever.

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Her scissors creaked ever so faintly as they cut through the cloth, each controlled cut producing that sound Lanica was so very very fond of. Her sewing kit sat neatly arranged on her imprompty workbench, and the buttons and other various knickknacks she'd acquired in a rush after realizing those were entirely forgotten were ready to stitch on the garments when the time would come.Thankfully she'd also managed to... procure a nice little oil lantern at the same time, the warm light it cast bright enough for her to actually work in - had she been forced to rely on the shoddy candles the room came with, the neko figured she'd have wasted some of the fabric through some stupid accidents.