<Moon> Why couldn't she get control of herself? Why couldn't she just go one morning without a weird goddamn pork fantasy? Moon closes her eyes and tenses up, shoulders lifting and face pushing towards her chest as she tries her damndest to will away this latest temptation - even as her hands move, gloves and all, to settle upon her crotch. Just holding there. Rubbing hopelessly.
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 <mana> Around and around the tree they dance, slipping and sliding, before losing footing and landing on their rears, those poor elves. Grease underfoot does not make good surface for running upon.
 <Moon> Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck she couldn't resist it. One gloved mitt is brought up to her mouth, teeth biting down on the duct tape - but the sharp tearing sound is cut quickly short, its shrillness in the blissful tranquility of the room giving Moon pause as she looks at her sister. Fuck. What was she to do? She couldn't just -ignore- this urge - she was an animal! When it suited her, at least. "Mmh-.. nnuugh-.. rrrrghhh.." she puffs an
 <Moon> d huffs and whines in growing frustration.. until she notices something on Pandora's bedside table. A toothbrush.
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 <mana> One greased elf squeals, momentum from chases carrying her right off the edge of the frame, the ceiling, and out of sight. The other looks bewildered, before bacon begins to fall. Is it autumn already?
 <Moon> She reaches over, the bed creaking but not with the kind of ferocity needed to wake up her sister.. her gloves hands reach out, seeking to awkwardly pincer and lift the toothbrush from its home before she rolls once more onto her back. "Y-.. yes..! Pretty much I am the Houdini of wanking..!" she hisses softly to herself, starting to arrange the brush between her gloved hands into position against her crotch, staring now gleefully
 <Moon>  up at the ceiling.
 <Moon> gloved*
 <mana> Bacon falls, falls freely, that tree losing leaves and bacon both, gathering in scrumptious piles on the ground in that breakfast fantasy.
 <Moon> By this stage, the elves were complementary - the bacon seems to be enough of a sexual stimulant for Moon as she begins to awkwardly jerk her hands up and down beneath the bed covers, a grimace sometimes interrupting her giddy smile. "Fff-.. uffh-.. nnufhh-.. mngh-.." Scrape. scrape. scrape.
 <mana> A complimentary elf slides back into shot, probably the one earlier sliding out. What a run up and more greasy lubrication can do! Said elf slides most of the way across the ceiling, before motioning to her giggling companion, and both begin to push off from the tree, slipping and sliding about as though in some amusment park ride.
 <Moon> But.. nngh no. No, the toothpaste just wasn't going to cut it. Hissing in annoyance and discomfort, Moon withdraws her hands before leaning over her sister again, letting the toothbrush plop back down into its pot. And it is at this point, when resigned to the hopelessness of the situation, that she notices the proximity of her hips against Pandora's backside. She stares blankly ahead, weighing things up..
 <Moon> toothbrush*
 <mana> Thud. Leaves blown aside, those rashers of bacon are revealed as mere precursors, the real fruit now wholly seen, whole huge chunks of bacon, all about the branches. One falls. Thud. Another. Thud. Another, nearly braining one of the complimentary elves, who squeals for dear life, only just missing a mortal braining by that baconish block.
 <Moon> Wide-eyed and low-eared, Moon -snaps- her gaze back up to the ceiling, the ongoing narrative embellished with a sense of danger. Projecting a sense of -urgency-, the fat catgirl's breathing hard as she rests on soft, padded mitt on her sister's upper arm and wriggles her bed-destroying hips snugly into position against her botty. "Mmgh-.." She couldn't. She -mustn't-! They were -sisters-! But then, as she was when she felt like i
 <Moon> t, she -was- an animal. It could hardly be considered -her- fault, could it?
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 <mana> Thud. The room shakes with the force of bacon descending, not from the tree, but as if dropped from heaven itself. THUD. All the fallen rashers bounce with the force of that descent, and the greased elves squeal, fearful of doom, and with a running start, slide right out of scene and off the ceiling.
 <Moon> But then, partly out of her responsibility to be a good sister (and partly because this fantasy was getting -really- fucking aggressive), Moon pulls away from Pandora with a flop onto her back and a gentle, frustrated growl. Left staring up at the aporkalypse transpiring above, with one gloved hand fit snugly between her imperious thighs, rubbing impotently. "..nnh-.. wh-.." She tries and tries to get herself off, hissing and sno
 <Moon> rting and frowning deeply in concentration as she watches the bacon rain come down harder and harder.. "Sayltna.. s-.. Sayltna, g-.. get your ark, Sayltna.."
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 <mana> THUD. More bacon from on high, divine judgment rained down in the form of deliciousness. By now the last elf takes that advice, and with haste and desperation, slides out and away. THUD. Even the great chunks of bacon bounce about on the ground now, from the impact of more descending.
 <Moon> "Fuh-.. fuh..! Fugh-..! Ghh-..!" Moon grunts, beginning to bounce her hips up and down as the oven glove rubs and strokes and probes as well as it can over her, at best, luke warm puss. It is not until she turns over, grabs her pillow and effectively mounts it that she seems to get any real rhythm, her ass in the air and face pushed against the sheets as she begins to hump and eat fantasy bacon at the same time. "Ffh-.. mmnngh-..
 <Moon>  mmmmhh-..!" That was more like it! Keep raining, bacon!
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 <mana> Freed of complimentary elves, that vision goes from from delicious to extreme in prompt and brutal fashion, great hocks of bacon slamming through branches, splintering wood, and with a next furious strike, splintering the bacon tree with an earth-wrenching roar. That mighty plant felled, the whole scene now groans beneath the weight of all that meat, the end of worlds ushered in on
 <mana> soaring wings as pigs fly at last, and choral strains resound from afar. And then, as if the ceiling can no longer hold the weight of its own vision, suddenly a world of bacon crashes down upon Moon, grease and meat and all.
 <Moon> Aiming the blessedly stiff pillow's corner up against herself, Moon makes the best of a really weird situation and, squeezing her eyes closed, begins to thrust backwards and forwards with increasing ferocity. The bed squeak.. squeak.. squeaks but holds, even as the weighty young woman's frottage begins to reach fever pitch, her mouth hanging open and nose snuffling the area of sheet around Pandora's arm (and the arm, itself!) as
 <Moon> she begins to whine and pant dryly. The world's end, brought about by meat. Such delicious meat from which all but every living being was in some way composed.. but which now came to Moon in the frankest possible terms, her imagination somehow exciting her senses as she humps and humps and humps and humps. "Gg-.. mm-.. mmgh-..!" It was gonna happen! She-.. "Yes..! Yyy-.. yy-.. c-.. p-.. pork me..! Pork me! Pork mm-.. me-..!"
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* Rihna returns to the atrium from the lower halls she had wandered off to some hours earlier, the red-clad redheaded elf looking thoughtful as she steps out into the main room. Casting that fel-green gaze about the place, she smiles softly. Having calmed down after the earlier stress of learning about her co-worker.
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 <Moon> "Pork me, Rihna..! R-.. Rihna, ye-..! Ye-..!" emanates softly from upstairs.
 <Rihna> What. What what what. The sin'dorei's tall, sensitive ears twitch. She hadn't seen Moon since returning from Zoe's world, but she certainly remembers her. Gloved hand tightening on her staff, she takes a deep breath there in the quiet atrium. All right, Rihna. You can handle this. Use your words, right? It's not a big deal, it's... it's... she doesn't even know, she had not expected to be in
 <Rihna> the neko's masturbatory fantasies. She wasn't sure the girl even HAD such things, but that has just been proven by those distant moans. Another deep breath, and she starts softly towards the kitchen. Calm, calm.
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 <Moon> "Nngh-.. nngh..! Y-.. yes, ki-.. F-.. French kiss Sayltna's mouth such as they do in Rome..! -Fuck-, I will luh-.. love to see you on.. nnk-jogging machine..! Gguuh-.. nngh-.. fffuh-.. ggggh-h..!!" Thank god for Sloth, because Moon was starting to get -really- loud.
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 * Rihna pauses as the noise gets louder and louder. Oh /sun/ she's going to wake up the whoe damned manor at this rate... using Rihna's name, at that! She turns, starting for the stairs and the room from which the noises are emanating. Pandora's room, it seems? Either way, the blood elf arrives shortly to land a firm, curt knock on the sturdy (and presumably quad-locked) door.
 <Moon> ..and the noises stop. Right at their peak, they cut off immediately. Moon, bent over the pillow which she clutches between two oven gloved hands, blinks at nothing. "Wh-.. who i-s it?" she squeaks back shakily.
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 * Rihna goes the tactical route, for better or for worse. Speaking through the door, she tries to be patient now. "You fuckin' okay in there, Moon? Heard ya callin' m' name, was a little worried..."
 <Moon> Oh my god. Oh my GOD. Moon seizes up a little bit, too shocked by the revelation to even consider the magnitude of this latest disappointment. She remains very, very, -very- quiet on the other side of the door before, unevenly: "It-.. it is fine. It was.. different Rihna. Do not even worry."
 <Rihna> "...ya sure? Are you even supposed ta be in Pandora's room, moon? Don't want ya gettin' in trouble again." While the embarassment at being used for masturbatory fodder is still real in the elf's mind, she shoves it aside enough as they speak through the door to be concerned about the apparently needy neko. "How'd you even get in?"
 <Moon> Still speaking more or less in loud whispers, Moon assures flatly and unconvincingly: "..yes. It is different Rihna. It is y-.. it is your sister." Even she realises how dumb that reasoning is and so pushes on quickly: "..Yes, Pandora has let me sleep inside of here for my night loneliness." A privilege that she was doing a pretty spectacular job of abusing! "..Rihna, like-.. how long you have been hearing me?"
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 <Rihna> "Moon, c'mon out. No point in yellin' through the door, girl. Please?" Leaning against the wall next to the door, she considers her next move if that doesn't work. And surprisingly enough, murder isn't even on the list at this point.
 <Moon> A long, long, lonnnger pause as she considers this request very carefully. What even -were- the rammifications for jacking it to fantasies about your friends, anyway? Was it a crime? She didn't know! But, with a soft sigh, she would disengage the pillow, pull as far down as she can get it her t-shirt (which was big even for her) and slowly, cautiously open the door to peer out, her mass of chestnut hair even more voluminous and unruly
 <Moon>  as ever. A little bit clammy and looking very humbled, she murmurs: "..it was an accident."
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 <moooooon> than* ever
 * Rihna takes a long, slow breath. Which probably isn't the best thing to do wearing skintight clothing in front of a woman who's been fantasizing about you. But her mind is other places as she lower her voice to conversational levels instead of door-shouting. "Moon, uh... it's okay, fuck. I'm gonna use my words, right? I didn't expect you t' be thinkin' about me like that, but I guess you
 * Rihna don't have to say it's an accident? Because really, it's a complment that y' think I'm hot, right? But... I don't want ya shoutin' my name for the whole manor ta hear. That's just... that's too much. Ya gotta find another way, all right?" She gives her friend a half-helpless elven smile, dignity and grace mixed with the simple fact that she's only barely more experienced in sexuality than
 * Rihna Moon herself, so she's not sure how to handle all this.
 * MidNap : ...pfff. What did Moon do?
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 <moooooon> The declaration that words were going to be used seems to tame Moon a little bit - it wasn't as if she was worried about any sort of physical repercussions from the vivacious blood elf but simply that common ground, particularly during times of friction, was super important! And they both shared that deliberate awareness of the need to verbalise before
 <moooooon> acting. She listens, one hand tugging in embarrassment on the bottom hem of her shirt and the other resting on the door, fingers curled gently. "..you just are the one in life I think is the most coolest." she explains quietly, overlooking or not understanding the way in which this supposedly innocuous admiration had at some point become a growing sexual
 <moooooon> fixation. "..I just have became excited. Probably from sex. So I have shouted your name so loud and I very am sorry, Rihna. I am."
 <moooooon> "..still I am not such a great guy at having good control of my vagina's thoughts, I think." Honestly, she didn't know WHAT her orientation was at this point.
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 <Rihna> "I... Moon, I dunno, okay? I'm not one of th' folks 'round here who knows how ta fuck in every direction. And ya don't have to be sorry, we all get horny sometimes." Another deep breath before she spits out something that still makes her blush. "If you want to think about me like that, not gonna try and stop ya, right? But I don't even know who th' fel Sailta or whatever is, and I really wish
 <Rihna> ya try not to scream my name when yer rubbin', all right? I won't be mad if you just try to keep quiet, promise. If yer that pent up though, maybe time to have a night with your girlfriend?"
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 <Moon> Moon goes quiet as Rihna speaks, the blood elf having more sway with the tubby catgirl than most and seemingly having her full attention. She, like Zoe, was just one of those.. really.. really.. cool people. It wasn't something that the nekomimi could understand, much less articulate.. but there was a certain x-factor in the pair of them. A charm that wasn't otherworldly but that was rooted in a real, earthly truth. Or something. "..S
 <Moon> ayltna is other elf. She also is highly brilliant. I have seen her cut wood." Working! Actually toiling! Moon nods her head again quickly, hair bouncing a little bit. "..I d-.. I understand mostly how perhaps it just is weird to have heard me shout your name in way such as knife is chasing me. I wi-.. I just-.. it was highly fun for a bit of time." But curtailed prematurely once again! "This place just is of such, such sex.. so mostly
 <Moon>  I thought it would just be fine if.. only in my mind.. we did it but-..! But I now will stop. I will use my words quiet if it is about you." But it might be a little bit hard for her to pursue that now, after this embarrassing little interruption. Moon goes quiet as the memory of Pilot is invoked, lips sealing tightly as she contemplates a massive whinge-fest.. but, miraculously, she manages to say nothing of her tentative partner's
 <Moon> fleeing, opting instead to simply nod her head and murmur: "Yes. Yes, Rihna."
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 * Rihna is not so dense as to catch the hurt there, and she purs a gloved hand on Moon's shoulder. "Moon, listen. You go rest, or rub, whatever you need ta do. IF you want ta think of me, that's okay too. Just a little quieter, yeah. Thanks, Moon. We'll catch up later, I know I've been gone a while. You're still awesome, just been gettin' my own head 'round shite. I'm going t' go make breakfast
 * Rihna now, let ya be. Just don't break Pandora's stuff, right?" She hesitates for a moment... and then she decides on action. Feeling terrible for having upset the girl, she leans in and places a soft kiss on the bulky neko's forehead. It's not passionate or needy or anything terribly fully of lust, but it is compassion and care for the unlikley friend before she smiles and heads back for the stairs
 * Rihna with that ever-present swing in her hips. "See ya later, Moon."
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 <Moon> Hands still trapped in oven mitts and making it as usual a bit difficult to take her seriously, it comes as a pleasant, welcome surprise that Rihna approaches the whole thing so sensitively. Not clinically but effectively and accessibly, channeling that weird, iexplicable but very real charisma in such a way that both conveys her will and doesn't leave Moon feeling too rotten about the whole thing. So many people would react with disg
 <Moon> ust at being the focal point of the hefty weirdo's sordid affection - look at Jin last night having to so openly drown himself in drink before engaging her on those terms! - but not the blood elf whose charm comes in her belied accessibility. Moon nods. Then nods again. Aaand again, ears alert and receptive to every word. "Yes, Rihna. I very am sorry for this." She really should have known better.. but so often was the case that she n
 <Moon> eeded to actually make a mistake before knowing it could possibly ever be one. Her eyes close and oven gloved mitts ball a little as she leans into the simple, platonic kiss before setting her feet and nodding again with a little smile. "..I wi-.. will see you later, Rihna..! Later..!" Not right now, mentally or otherwise. Hopefully, anyway.
 <Moon> inexplicable*
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 <Moon> And then, surprisingly not feeling all that pent-up as otherwise she might have, Moon carefully closes the door with the padded glove.