Strange Celestial Ch. 01

"But... Tab'i... what'll they...?"

"Hold on, bro. This will be rough." She ignored his drunken questions and led him to the size of the path, carefully judging the slope ahead of them. She created a construct in a sort of shell shape and jumped in, dragging Feyl with her. Her brother let out a high-pitched shriek as the makeshift sled carried them down the extremely bumpy slope. Both the physical jostling and the punishment the sled was taking were hellish on Tab'i herself but she just gritted her teeth and bore it. They got further down the slope than she expected to before the sled caught on a rock and cracked, pitching the two of them out to tumble and roll through the dirt and foliage. Tab'i felt her shin hit something hard and the pain was so sharp and shocking that it almost felt like it was happening to someone else. It went numb a moment later, and the two of them rolled to a stop in some bushes.

"Feyl... we're close to the burrow. Can you make it there and hide until that crap they fed you wears off?" she croaked through the pain. The burrow was a little underground fort the two of them had made and often played in as kittens. It would be horribly overgrown now, maybe there'd be some angry wildlife living in there, but it was the only place to hide that she could think of.

Feyl didn't answer for a while, he just coughed and groaned. "Y-Yeah... I know... it's here." he replied, nodding and looking off towards where the burrow would be hidden under the foliage.

Tab'i tried to stand up, and her leg screamed in protest, and gave out on her. She knew that she'd probably broken a bone, and so instead grabbed onto some nearby vines and dragged herself up into a sitting position. She found a broken branch nearby and used an ethereal construct to shear off enough of the wrong bits to make a makeshift cane and used it to support some of her weight in lieu of her broken leg. A few moments later, she was up and moving, circling around wide towards the back entrance to the temple. She masked her passing with illusions once again and made slow, steady progress towards the side of the town that housed the temple. All Rakshasa could smell an illusion, but at this distance it wouldn't be noticeable. Anybody looking out into the brush trying to spot her would just see her as a part of the foliage.

A commotion arose as she got near, enraged soldiers were shouting, people were crying and pleading, and nobody spotted her. She prayed softly as she moved, beseeching Rhea-Tralluru to watch over the innocent people of her town, the people who didn't deserve to get hurt over her actions. She felt a pang of guilt over it, but shook her head before it could get its claws into her brain. She'd saved her brother, and she'd save the sacred seal that protected her Demigoddess' tomb. She couldn't keep everybody safe, she couldn't stop these imperials from hurting people, not without power she didn't possess.

The back door to the temple was actually the original entrance, hidden under the waterrise. The creek that ran through the city ran into one of the gravity anomalies that was common in this part of the Wild plane. The anomaly caused the stream of water to lazily rise up into the sky until it reached an altitude where it diffused out into vapor. There was a spot near the edge of the anomaly where the water was neither flush up against the creek bed nor rising up into the air. She inched herself closer, waded into the water, and pulled herself downward into the tunnel past the water. Anomalies such as this were every bit as dangerous as a waterfall, and would easily carry her up into the sky where she'd never get down if she wasn't careful. Her predecessors had excavated and built the new temple up above so that people didn't have to take such a dangerous and inconvenient entrance, but had never removed this old one. Tab'i carefully picked her way across the rocks that were slick with moisture, making sure her cane had a solid hold before she put her weight on it. There was no door into the temple basement, only a sheet hung over the entrance to the tunnel to warn people away from it. She paused there behind the sheet, listening for voices. She heard a few, but they were faint, probably upstairs. In light of her attack upon the soldiers on the plateau, they clearly weren't trying to forcibly breach their way into Lady Rhea-Tralluru's tomb just now.

Tab'i crept silently across the room to the tomb. It was an elaborate circular stone mural carved into the floor about five meters in diameter. Supposedly, Rhea-Tralluru had been laid to rest underneath it, the mural locked by the metal crest and keystone set into the center of it. She saw that the stone and platinum were marked, scratched and partially torn up by the imperials' attempt to pull up the sacred relic for the metal in it. She was relieved to see that the stubborn enchantment that protected the tomb had prevented the worst of the damage, no doubt that cunt Ca'raca would have left it a pile of rubble if he'd had his way. Tab'i held the keystone up to the crest, and hesitated. She had no doubt that the tomb wouldn't open even if she removed the crest. Warding enchantments this old and this powerful wouldn't come undone because she twisted the key in the lock. Generations of disuse would have rendered it fused shut just as surely as rust would do to a lock made out of iron. Still, the crest itself was a sacred relic, one that these imperials wouldn't be melting down into parts for one of their rifles on her watch. It was the least she could do to honor her vow..

Tab'i inserted the keystone into its socket, and twisted. The metal resisted, and Tab'i was forced to put all her strength into the motion, making the ancient device turn ninety degrees until it clicked. The crest popped free, and she carefully gathered it up in her arms. That was all she expected to happen, so she turned around to leave the temple and her entire life behind. A rumble and a soft hissing sound filled the room before she took more than two steps. She looked behind her in terror and saw that the tomb itself was vibrating in the floor, dust and smoke rising up into the air. A shout of alarm came from above to accompany the noise, and she heard footsteps. Tab'i cried out in alarm and formed an Ethereal construct to block off the staircase down as she started to hobble towards the tunnel entrance. Her heart sank even as she did it, it was no use, even if she could hold them off, there was nowhere else for her to go but the tunnel, they'd follow her, and with her leg in its current state, they'd catch her immediately.

She didn't even make it to the tunnel entrance before her barrier shattered and she cried out in pain as her spirit again withstood the punishment of one of her constructs being so violently shattered.

"Well, there he is," Ca'raca's mocking voice came from the staircase as Tab'i fell to her knees, leg throbbing in pain. "Looks like his magic is running out, too. Oh, and you got that little bauble out of the rock for me, huh?"

"Fuck... you..." she groaned, clutching the crest to her chest and looking up at him. The rumbling sound still filled the room even though Ca'raca dominated her attention.

"I'll give you some credit, little Feral. I'd never have expected someone untrained to be so—what the?" Ca'raca trailed off, and suddenly Tab'i heard a sort of mumbling coming from behind her. She looked over her shoulder, and was equally at a loss for words.

The entire mural had crumbled to dust in a perfect circle, filling the space beneath it with powder. A humanoid figure was rising up out of the dust, coughing softly and mumbling sleepily. Enough dust came away and Tab'i saw it was a woman, taller and bigger than any Rakshasa, though that was more a function of Rakshasa being small as far as most humanoids went. She was tall with a thick, curvaceous body and a huge pair of breasts that had to be as big as Tab'i's head. She was only barely covered by some flimsy cloth and rock dust, and Tab'i felt herself blush a little at the sight of her. She had no feline ears or tail, and Tab'i couldn't quite tell with all the dust covering her but it seemed like her skin had a ghostly illumination to it. She sat up, yawning and rubbing the dust off of her face.

"Lady Rhea-Tralluru?" Tab'i asked, dumbfounded. Who else could it be? She was the one supposedly sleeping under that mural.

"M'yea?" the Demigoddess answered, giving her head a shake. She looked around the room, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. Her gaze settled on Tab'i with a look of concern, but then her eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh my gosh! Are you my priestess, sweetie?"

"...Yes?"

"You duplicitous shit, how are you doing all this with illus—" Rhea-Tralluru snorted at Ca'raca, and flicked her wrist. A wave of force travelled out from her, pushing Ca'raca along with it like a torrent of water. He yelped and vanished up the staircase, his cries of surprise echoing down the stairs as he was ejected from Rhea-Tralluru's temple.

"Rude and boring," the Demigoddess rolled her eyes and stood up, brushing off most of the dust. "Ugh, so dusty. Why'd the door break like this?" she whined petulantly. As the gray powdered stone came loose, Tab'i saw that her idol was wearing something that seemed like a cross between a ceremonial robe and a nightgown that did little to provide the divine being with much modesty. As she shook out her hair, Tab'i saw that her long flowing waves weren't gray, but a swirling mix of black and white. The tones shifted constantly, like her hair wasn't itself coloured but instead a window into a monochrome landscape.

"My Lady Rhea-Tralluru, you—"

"Wow!" the Demigoddess gushed, stepping forward excitedly. She clasped her hands together, her earlier annoyance at the dust and Ca'raca completely forgotten. "You're soooo cute. I'm so glad you guys did what I asked and made sure the priestess who woke me up was a really cute girl!" she walked over to Tab'i and kneeled down next to her with an adoring grin. She reached out without reservation and started stroking Tab'i's hair, giving her scritches behind her feline ears that were both wholly too intimate too soon, and also extremely nice.

"A-Ahh... murrr..." Tab'i trembled, the pain in her leg forgotten and purred softly, swept up in the strangeness and intimacy of the moment.

"What a cute kitty-cat," Rhea-Tralluru trilled. "Oh... your leg is hurt! Gosh, I'm so sorry, let me help you out, kitty-cat."

Tab'i blushed indignantly at being called a 'Kitty-cat.' It was a very patronizing thing call a Rakshasa. Rae gently took her wounded leg in hand, and Tab'i squirmed in discomfort. Rae squeezed, and Tab'i yelped softly as she suddenly felt an intense pressure. It ached and felt wrong but didn't hurt. After a moment, Rhea-Tralluru let her go and grinned at her triumphantly. Tab'i tentatively rose to her feet, still using her makeshift cane. Her mended leg felt weak and numb, and it still ached gently, but it seemed serviceable.

"My Lady... Miss Rhea'tral—"

"Oh, gosh!" the Demigoddess interrupted her somber gratitude with a dramatic hand flourish. "Call me Rae, sweetie."

"Uhh... Rae?" Tab'i asked, perplexed. Thus far, 'Rae' was definitely not what she'd expected. She'd always believed in her, that she existed and that some vestige of her slumbered in that tomb. What she hadn't expected was for her to be walking around, and explaining that the reason that her temple attendants needed to be female was because she wanted a cute girl to wake her up.

"Yes, that's me! Third daughter of The Goddess Basset. Wow, I wonder how Mom's doing? I haven't checked in with her in forever." Rae rose to her feet, head cocked to the side in thought. A moment later, she squirmed a little, grabbing at her crotch. "Oh, wow, I have the worst morning wood. You mind sucking me off, cutie?"

Tab'i blinked in confusion, not able to fully parse what was happening to her right now. She had to have misheard. 'Suck me off' had to mean something different to a Celestial, right? Rae seemed to take her pause as a sort of invitation, and she raised the hem of her robe and thrust her hips forward to shove her cock right into Tab'i's face. The engorged dick in front of her had the same grayish blue tone as her skin, but the soft subdermal glow seemed to pulse and throb in tune with an unseen heartbeat. The head was a pale pink tone and a copious pearly drop of precum was already barely hanging on to its place in her urethra.

"Why... You have...?" Tab'i asked, shivering in confusion and a sort of impossibly potent arousal. She stared at the cock in front of her face, transfixed, overwhelmed by an almost otherworldly urge to worship the being in front of her with her mouth and tongue. That made no sense. She already did worship Rae. She'd devoted her adult life to this being, and now what she was asking for was so easy, so natural...

"Huh? Aren't you trans too?" Rae asked, confused. She subtly wiggled her hips so that her cock wagged back and forth in front of Tab'i's face. She was acting clueless but her actions had a subtly sophisticated intent to them that filled Tab'i with a storm of second-guessing. Was this some sort of subtle manipulation that her mortal mind couldn't comprehend? Was Rae some sort of master manipulator moving her around like a token on a game board? Did it even matter, considering how incredibly suckable this cock was and how amazing it'd feel in her mouth?

"Well, yes..." Tab'i mumbled, her eyes following the swaying organ in front of her. She wondered how Rae could even have known that. She didn't think she was that noticeably trans, in spite of how much of a cunt that imperial captain was.

"Yeah, me too. What's the problem, cutie? You wanna make me feel reaaaaal nice, don't'cha? You know how much it suuuuucks having blue balls like this?" Rae grinned and shuffled forward a little bit. "It's been sooo long, I really wanna cum in that pretty mouth of yours~"

Tab'i swallowed, even as Rae's cock got a little close and smeared some precum on her cheek as she waggled it at her. There was something... so beautiful and idyllic about finding out that she had something so personal in common with her divine patron. Part of her wondered about Rae's history, how she'd come to be this way, but ultimately it didn't matter. Rae was what she was, just like Tab'i herself. The idea of just accepting her explanation felt so appropriate to her. What right did she have to demand a personal history from her transgender Demigoddess?

She leaned forward, opening her mouth and letting the smooth head of Rae's cock slide across her tongue. She took it deeper, the feeling of smooth warm flesh filling her with a sort of strange reverence. Rae's body felt so perfect, and her cock slid into Tab'i's mouth like it belonged there. It hit the entrance to her throat and she gagged a little bit. She opened her eyes and gawked, seeing several inches of cock still unsucked. How would she ever fit all that in her mouth?

Rae thrust her hips gently back and fourth, fucking the first few inches of it into Tab'i's mouth. She heard the Demigoddess let out a noise of pure relief and joy that made butterflies flutter in Tab'i's stomach. Rae moved her hands to the back of Tab'i's head and started to thrust a little, making soft squeaking noises every time she moved her hips forward and teased her cock against the entrance to Tab'i's throat.

A submissive euphoria built within Tab'i and it struggled against her gag reflex. Rae was so beautiful and powerful, she wanted to be a good cocksucker for her, to pleasure her as best she could. Letting this gorgeous creature fuck her throat wasn't just appropriate, it was a need that burned inside of her.

She gagged as Rae's cock pushed too far. Tab'i reflexively pulled back against Rae's grasp, coughing and drooling as the hard, dripping dick that had been violating her mouth came free.

Rae whined impatiently, thrusting her hips forward and smearing precum and saliva all over Tab'i's cheek. "Ohhhhhh. Was that too much?" Rae asked, panting a little and biting her lower lip.

"...Big..." Tab'i gasped a little, looking up at Rae and nodding. Tears ran down her face, but she'd never felt more wanted.

"Awww..." Rae giggled, slowly threading her fingers through Tab'i hair. She slowly ran her tongue along the outside of her lips and stared hard into her eyes. "I guess you need more practice, if you're gonna be my priestess~"

In spite of herself, Tab'i couldn't help but laugh softly at the notion that sucking cock should be part of her duty as a priestess. She raised her hands, using one to feel the compact package of Rae's testicles and another to stroke her spit-slicked length. Rae hummed approvingly and nudged her cock back into Tab'i's mouth, rocking her hips and letting out gasps of barely-contained lust. Tab'i calmed her gag reflex as best she could, but Rae was careful to keep her thrusts shallow. Soon, she squirmed a little, freeing her shaft and balls of the restraint of Tab'i's hands. Tab'i moved them to Rae's hips to steady herself, and couldn't help but marvel. The Celestial's ass was incredible. Tab'i's libido found a way to be even more overwhelmed, and she moaned as Rae started to face-fuck her in shallow thrusts. She sunk her hands into the perfect softness of Rae's ass, and her cock twitched, making even more of a mess of her flimsy underwear.

"Oooh..." Rae gasped. "Your mouth is sooo nice. I'm gonna..." She whined and moaned softly, her hands tightening in Tab'i's hair until she was almost pulling on it. Her cock erupted in Tab'i's mouth, and she was forced to start swallowing down a copious mouthful of the Celestial's sperm. For as strange as everything else about her was, Rae's cum tasted like cum, it was salty, bitter, and had an overpowering musk to it that made Tab'i dizzy. Fortunately, Rae didn't try to throat-fuck her again as she was cumming, and instead just allowed Tab'i to swallow down several mouthfuls before she sighed happily and pulled out. Another lingering spurt hit Tab'i on the cheek and she blushed, thinking about the way her Demigoddess had just marked her.

"Oooh, what a good kitty-cat," Rae purred, swiftly scooping Tab'i up into her and crushing her in a bear hug. Tab'i's face was buried in Rae's prominent cleavage and she vibrated with arousal, embarrassment, and pride. The bit of semen that was on her cheek smeared into Rae's right breast, but she doubted that Rae noticed. "So, you really like my butt, huh?" Rae spoke suddenly, her voice low and conspiratorial.

"I... uhh... it's very..." Tab'i blushed, remembering the feeling of it in her hands. Perhaps she'd fondled it a little more than she'd intended or realized.

"Hmmmm..." Rae hummed amusedly, setting Tab'i back down on the ground. She leaned down, until Tab'i's face was both close to her own and also Rae's cleavage. The Celestial wasn't gigantic, but she was a good foot and a half over Tab'i's diminutive frame. "Do you wanna fuck my butt sometime...?" she asked with a grin.

Tab'i's eyes went wide, and her cock twitched. She did a tiny nod, a barely imperceptible gesture that she hoped Rae saw properly. "If you're offering, divine one, I'd be delighted to try, some day." The sentence ran through her mind, but only a sort of garbled "kay..." escaped her lips. The fact that she'd never topped before and wasn't sure if she even could were minor details before the appeal of the offer. She'd find a way.

"Or..." Rae grinned wickedly. "Nah, girl like you? I bet what you really want is for me to sit on your face, huh?"

Tab'i's brain shattered. She stared ahead blankly, her dick so hard it felt like it would fall off. "I would die the happiest Rakshasa on the Wild Plane." None of the words came out, she just stood there, frozen, her lips as dry as a desert.