Nigkala Tales Pt. 22: A Beautiful Wedding

"Learning to trust has gained me many friends. Some have abused or broken that trust, but on the whole, I think the reward is worth the risk. Not just here, but in general."

"Mato is right. You are wise for being so young."

"In time, you will be also. Perhaps you will even become wise before you become a Shaman."

"Yeah, right. So okay, how will this work?"

"Let me get behind you, and place a hand on your back. That should be enough." I got up and did so. "Mato, I am ready."

"Let's begin."

At that, I began to scan Roger's thoughts to see how he understood things. I spoke in thought to Mato, "I am ready to guide you. If you need to speak to me, just think the words you would say, and of me, and I will 'hear' you."

And so began an odd three-way learning. Usually, I would describe what Roger understood, but sometimes I gave direct access to Mato to show him. I also made suggestions on how to phrase things. When Mato asked how long I could go, I told him this was only taking a small amount of effort, so I could go as long as he needed. When we took a break, I removed my hand, so Roger could feel he was not under my influence. He, in turn, relaxed.

At the end of the day, I asked Mato, "Has my assistance helped?"

"Yes, I think it has. We got a lot more done than the previous days. But I am concerned about your learning."

"While what you did today I have already learned, I was able to get more out of it as the leakage from your thoughts gave me a better understanding. I also think that as you teach him, I can learn, as well. At least, I am willing to try learning this way."

"Leakage? Were you reading my mind?"

"To speak as we did, I had to contact your mind. It takes a lot of skill to keep strong thoughts private. Your thoughts were about what you were teaching, so you need not be worried."

"Just how well can you read thoughts, and how far?"

"I honestly don't know how far. I could read his from here easily. I don't know my range. As to how well, I have done interrogations against hostile minds and gained the information I sought, so I would say I am pretty good at it."

"You become more dangerous as I learn more about you."

"Are you worried?"

"Actually, I think you scare me with what you could do. Yet, The Falls say you are not evil, and are not motivated by power. And my own truth sense tells me you truly are a friend."

"Sometimes, I am scared of what I can do. Yet, I know I will be judged by my actions, even if only by myself. It is not in me to be evil. Being naughty, however, is second nature. But naughty is nice, if it is wanted."

The next several weekends, Mato focused almost exclusively on Roger, as I was picking it all up in passing. I also think I got an even better understanding, as I could see it from both their points of view. I practiced at home with my own set of sand jars. While I was working on calming my mind, I also asked Aja to supply me with the image of some animal or plant to paint, and then when I finished, she told me about it.

The day finally arrived when Mato asked me not to assist. He had Roger do a sand painting all on his own. When he finished, Mato waited for Roger to speak.

Ten minutes later, Roger said, "I did it. My mind is calm."

"Yes, Roger. You actually were ready last time. This time was to show you that you can do it. Why don't you collect your stuff and put it away? Then wander near the cabin, contemplating what this means for you. We will meet you for dinner."

Mato waited for Roger to leave, before saying, "I have neglected your training in favor of his. I am sorry."

"You were not speaking to me, but I did listen and learn. Might I try on my own?"

"If you wish. I will observe."

I selected a blank area, and began. I decided to paint an eagle in flight, so I set that image in my mind, and began the process of calming my mind. I allowed my subconscious to control the painting, and focused on stilling my thoughts. My practice at home helped, as it only took a few minutes to achieve the calm I sought. However, my painting was so detailed, I needed nearly half an hour to complete it. For most of the time, I was barely aware of my movement. I am not even sure if I was looking. When I finished, I returned the last of the sand in my hand back to the jar, and sat back.

I sat for another couple of minutes, resting in the calm state, before I spoke. "I am calm. I don't feel the depression. It may come back, but not for a while, I think."

"I sense your calm. It is even making me calm. You are right. You have learned the mental part of sand painting. As for the other, you did the impossible."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at what you did. It is like a photograph in its detail, and the eagle looks alive and ready to soar away. Not only that, but for at least the latter half, your eyes were closed. If I tried that, it would be ruined. Yours, instead, seemed to come alive. Do you have any explanation?"

"It must be my divine abilities. I can sense the sand directly, so I can select the color I need. I can also move the sand, so when it falls, I can have it land in the correct position. But this was done subconsciously, as I was deliberately focusing on the calming thoughts and paying little attention to what my hands were doing."

"I don't know that I could do that. It took me years to go from Roger's level of painting to what you saw, yet you managed to eclipse me in just a few weeks."

"Please don't be offended or ashamed. When I came to you, I was already an artist, with the jewelry I make. Also, during the week, I practiced using images of plants and animals held in my mind as I spilled out the sand. By now, I have learned to keep track of the jars, so I know where each color is, and I have learned to make the careful slow stream of sand fall from my hand. I have used my divine senses for feedback, so I can place things just right. Lastly, decades of martial arts means I know how to precisely place my hands, so moving them to paint is simple."

"I hadn't thought of that. Striking with precision requires the same skills that placing your hands to drop sand does. Still, doing it without looking was something."

"I may not have been using my eyes, but I was looking. Just not with the ordinary senses."

"Now, I understand. Still, that is a level of harmony I don't think I have ever achieved. So, shall we collect Roger and get dinner going?"

"Okay. He's that way."

We walked and met him. Mato just said, "Dinner in one hour." Roger nodded, and the two of us went to the cabin.

Mato asked if I could go to the store and get some steaks for a celebration. I did, and also picked up some beer, veggies, and pie. When I pulled out my bounty, Mato was surprised at the quantity and quality of the food. I just told him not to worry, I can afford it, and his training is well worth it. So I assisted him on his barbecue. I even made skewers for the corn on the cob, as he didn't have any. He did have foil, so I didn't have to summon some. He did ask why I bought extra steaks, so I told him I would be eating two. I asked if Mato would like a picnic table to eat at, so we could enjoy the good day. He said that would be nice, so I made a concrete table, but I pulled chairs from the house, as they would be more comfortable.

Roger showed up just before dinner was ready. He joined me at the picnic table, and Mato finished up at the grill, and brought everything over. Conversation was about proper grilling technique, and the fact we had both graduated. Afterwards, they both said goodbye, since I would not be seeing either in the foreseeable future.

Back home, having learned to clear my depression, I was better able to focus on things, including the fight training I was giving for another martial arts movie.

I was at an after party for someone else's movie when I met Jewel and her fiancé, Mark Wagner. She called out, "Becky Sue, come here."

I came over and checked out the man whose hand she was holding. "You must be Mark. I'm Becky Sue Tate. You may have heard of me as Helen Asher, or even Nigkala."

"I have seen a number of your movies. You never fail to get me revved up. Jewel loves that."

"Yes, he gets quite worked up. Sometimes in our play, I pretend to be one of your characters, as you are really hot in all those films."

"Wow. Having my films make you horny means I am doing my job. Getting turned on by someone pretending to be me is even better. Jewel is a good friend, and you make her happy. I am glad for you. Have you set a date yet?"

Jewel replied, "No. We want to do it in a few months, but I am finding difficulty finding a wedding dress that fits. I want a fancy one, but the alterations are beyond most places and of those willing, they don't have a dress that I really like."

"You know, I have had to make my clothes for decades. I know all the problems of our form. Why don't I make one for you?"

"You would do that?"

"Sure. It can be my wedding gift. As far as what it looks like, why not visit, and bring pictures of what you want for the various parts. If you have materials you want to use, I can use them. You can also look through my closets for further inspiration. You know, I have 'interesting' outfits."

"I'll say. I've seen some in person, and seen others in the scandal sheets or on screen. I don't think I want to be quite that blatant, but naughty could be fun. I'll call you soon."

"I shall look forward to that."

Mark spoke up, and looking at Jewel, he said, "Honey, wedding dresses are a lot of hard work. Are you sure you want an amateur to make it?"

"She's no amateur. She's a member in good standing of the costumers' union, and is a licensed costumer. If she says she can do it, I trust her."

"I thought she was an actress."

"She is. She is also much more. All in the profession learn all sorts of things, and she more than most. She is a Renaissance lady, a polymath, and one of the smartest women I know."

"Wow. I didn't know."

I spoke up, "If you want to see all my creds, check out Wikipedia. They have most, but not all. I keep some private."

Jewel spoke, "Yeah, we don't tell everything, do we, Mark." She winked at him, and I saw him blush.

I took my leave to mingle, and I spoke with a number of people. I even got wind of another Mortal Kombat script being written with me as the main character. Definitely a juicy rumor that I'll have to mention to my agent and see what he can find out.

A few days later, Jewel called, and we set up a time to talk about her dress. As I felt there would be a lot to discuss, I suggested she stay for the weekend. On Friday, she came, but she also brought Angel. While I offered them adjoining rooms, they declined, and wanted to share one. We talked a little about her vision for the wedding. She said they wanted to invite lots of people, and get married in Vegas. She didn't want to do a Sumerian wedding, as it would not likely go over too well. However, a justice of the peace would do fine. They wanted to have the reception nearby.

I mentioned that large weddings have large bills. She said they had it covered. Their only big concern was the dress, as all the other things could be handled one way or another. In the morning, after breakfast, we met in their room, and she pulled out all the pictures. I opened my mind to listen to hers, to see what about each picture she liked in a more direct way than just words. She also gave me her ideas on what she wanted the whole dress to be and the kind of statement it was to make. This took up most of the morning, so we decided to have an early lunch before checking out my outfits.

I led the expedition into my closets with the movie costumes. She loved how sexy they were, but they tended to be a bit too blatant. Still, she got some ideas. She loved the premier outfit for Obsidian with the hidden lighting, and also the glowing earrings from Tina. Next, I led the way through the party outfits. These were also a bit much, but a lot closer to being acceptable. When I showed her the qipaos, she said I just have to wear one, as it really showed off my assets well, while also showing I was a warrior. Angel asked if she could wear something like it, and Jewel said sure. But it was in the everyday clothes that she had the greatest reaction. She discovered my flying outfit. When I told her I wore just the skirt and top for hang gliding, followed by hanging out at the club afterwards, both their jaws dropped.

"You mean this was all you wore?"

"Yes, Jewel, while it is a bit light for ordinary flying, I manage with a little divine help. No, not her, but another. No matter, it is when I land and relax afterwards that things get interesting. I've taken to using a local golf course as my launch and landing point. When I land, I pack up and head for the club. Usually, someone has noticed I landed, and they have a lookout. By now, they know I like to eat some burgers and drink a few beers. While I do it, I let them eat me out, and play with my breasts. When I finish my meal, and can use my hands, I let the guys do me, and I sometimes eat out a gal or three. After a few hours of this gang bang, I call it a night and head home. I never bother to close my top, and drive home breasts out. I tell Filipe the highlights the next time we have sex."

"No one ever complained?"

"You forget, Inanna's blessing lets us get away with a lot, and as I am having lots of sex, she keeps things quiet."

Angel spoke up, "Yeah, I've noticed that. And you were right, that wearing the holy symbol lets us get away with more than we would otherwise. Did you wear yours?"

"No, but I have been her priestess long enough, to know how to draw in her power and push it out as the same aura her symbol gives during sex."

"We can do that?"

"Yes, Angel, we can."

I then told them of how I had developed the flying outfit as a three layer outfit, with the same fabric. I showed them how the combined layers made it almost opaque. Jewel thought that was really neat, and decided that she wanted that kind of effect if she could get it. So I showed her another outfit that had a variable opacity of fabric, with it being opaque over the vagina, but becoming near transparent farther away.

After dinner, I offered to model the outfits, so she could see how they fit my four-breasted figure. This would give her an idea of how I can fit her. In the morning, they talked with each other to decide what they wanted. I monitored Jewel's thoughts, and sketched a number of ideas as she and Angel hammered out what they wanted. I also sketched assorted jewelry to go with each outfit I sketched.

Her final decision was a short-sleeved number with deep cleavage and a skirt just above the knee. She wanted it in off-white, embroidered with erotic images in almost the same color, like I did with Tina's outfit. Overtop the skirt was a wraparound skirt and train. She also had a sleeveless vest that went over her shirt. The veil would be a very transparent white, while the gloves would be white lace past the elbow. She wanted the long skirt and train to be very transparent, but have just enough to hide what the semi-transparent covered part allowed to be seen. She also loved the idea of variable transparency, and decided to use that feature also. This would allow everyone to see the groom place his hands under her skirt to retrieve the black garter belt. She said she would not be wearing underwear.

We decided on the sketch, and modified it a bit to make it exactly what she wanted. She tried on my flying outfit to test the feel, and was satisfied with the feel. So I went online and ordered test samples in the colors she wanted, and we would meet next weekend to determine the required opacity needed. We then went swimming until dinner, which we had outside with Filipe. After dinner, the girls had sex with Filipe, and I did Cindy. Tammy kept us supplied with drinks. Finally, after a short rest, they packed and headed home.

The next weekend, we examined the transparency of the samples and decided how transparent each part should be. To do this, Jewel had to get naked, while Angel held the sample and read the numbers to me. We did this by the pool, so we could get good natural lighting, as the outfit would be seen in bright lights like this. I inquired if she would be shaving her pubic hair, as it would likely be seen as a darker area under the dress. Then we made measurements of her size and form. We had a few problems because Angel kept playing with Jewel's body, but after a while, we got all the measurements. Once I had written all the information, I put it to the side, and we all went for a swim. Later that day, I ordered the material. As that was all we could do for the day with regards to the dress, they left after the swim.

The next two weeks' free time was spent making the basic outfit, and I had Jewel come over to try it on before I started sewing everything together. Right now, it just was held together by a lot of pins. We were able to verify the opacity was sufficient, and didn't need any adjustment. A few days later, it was all sewn together, and I had Jewel give it a try. We didn't find any issues, so I could begin the more time-consuming embroidering.

While I was working on the wedding dress, Angel called me in private to talk about her own dress. She asked to come over, and I invited her.

"Becky Sue, I am having the same difficulty as Jewel. I cannot find a qipao that fits. I really like how it looks, and I want to wear one, but I am having a problem finding one that fits."

"Have you checked all the local clothes makers?"

"No, but I have checked all those that do make fancy dresses. I have even checked a fair number of other sites online. Most give up once they learn I have four breasts. They just don't have the imagination to adapt. I don't know how to make clothes, so I cannot make it myself."

"I see. Have you decided what you want it to look like? The material? Any patterning or decoration?"

"I have a fairly good idea, but I don't know enough about clothes to really make it pop."

"You need to be careful there. You don't want to outshine the bride."

"I know. But as it is now, I have nothing to wear. While she might appreciate my showing up nude, I don't think it would be accepted."

"Yeah, that would be shining brighter than her, but in a different way."

"What do you suggest I do?"

"Come with me." I led her to my office to get my sketchpad. "Describe the outfit you want." I opened my mind to read her mental images, and proceeded to make a sketch from her description, and I prompted her for anything she failed to describe.

I showed it to her. "Yes, that's what I want to look like."

"I can make you a qipao, but you need to purchase the material. And when I am done, it will only be the base dress, without any enhancement. However, it will fit you, and any dressmaker can do the enhancements you want. Once you get the material, you will need to stay a weekend."

"I can do that. I can say I'm visiting family, which oddly enough is true."

I wrote up a description of the amount of material needed, and some parameters on any designs or patterns. A few days later, she told me she had made her purchases. I asked when she could come over, and we settled on this weekend. She came early Saturday, so we could get an early start.

The first thing was to examine the material and see what kind of material she chose. I found it was quite thin, but also flowed nicely. The next step was to take measurements. I added these to my sketch. The next step was cutting the material. We moved to my cosplay shop, where I had all sorts of tools to make things quick and easy. Angel was surprised at how fast I was cutting, and the fact that I wasn't actually measuring. I told her the measurements were the minimum amount of material. My cutting added about three inches, so that I could trim after fitting them together. Then I threw them into the wash, to make them shrink before I started to put it all together. I suggested a swim and have lunch while we waited.