How Much Gerl Can One Trouble Cause? (Witch)

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SMUT! GAY SMUTT! Talons stab stab stabbing knuckles deep into a cutie during the smutt because she rully rully RULLY likes that! Also... things and such and much!

[You'd knew I’d ask.] Is how I first nudge her while walking away from the gaggle of settled worries and dear ones to seek out another.

[And you knew I'd either deflect, explain vaguely, or... choose honesty.] Lynette replies.

A second body. One that... that radiated such wrongness to my Ousia sight. Like the Miasma below in some ways but... worse even. But it all looked and felt perfectly normal as I helped her dry and dress for the day.

"So... Which is it?" I ask, reaching our Spire.

Curious if she can still hear words spoken from only these lips. If she... she somehow untethered herself from me. Don't like the thought of that. Of not having my twin close. More than I ever expected. But I embrace the feeling and share it freely with her.

"Of course I can still hear our flesh speak." She cackles through shared lips, stopping us to wait on the main level's seating space. "I'm still hooked through you, strong as ever. More so, if I'm being honest. Enough that anyone taking a peek inside would be safe to assume it is you twisted about me instead."

"Lynette..." I chide. "You're deflecting."

[No, I'm stalling. Very different.] She counters, voice still vibrant but... distant? No. That's the wrong word. Like a gerl in the other room speaking openly to her sister in the next. Thin walls allowing easy communication.

"For...?"

[For us to get back above. Cracked and Riven Moon.] She sighs. [These two Pack Sisters are a handful at the best of times and today they ring with unfulfilled hungers. Was impossible to focus on tests without them getting distracted.]

"Tests?" I murmur, getting more than a touch worried.

"Yes. Tests." She replies, but softly and through shared lips. "Important ones. Not all complete but most essential ones settled. At least enough for me to come up above and let Krahe and Infection rest."

"And they're not…"

But I trail off as I hear the two come tumbling up the steps. Faster than a quick breath to just... bumble right into me.

Don't me knock from my feet but... it's a close thing as these two Pack Sisters embrace me more than I expect. Then, before I can catch more than a whiff of some odd smell, they're off and out the door.

Catch glimpses though. Frames... all a mess. Covered in flecks of muck and chipped nonsense. But Quills singing nothing but happy enjoyment tilting into... something else?

"Weariness. Dear. I made good use of their boundless unused energy and worked those two gerls into near exhaustion." I hear Lynette reply to my thoughts from where she now stands at the top of the steps.

Turn back to take in...

She seems as she did before. New clothes though. Which of course makes me wonder what happened to the old.

She shrugs at the open thought. "Got torn to shreds. And no. Before you ask. Nothing salacious, to my great regret."

"Okay. So... What is this?" I ask, taking careful steps closer as tendrils twitch in open confusion paired with more than a little worry. "You're secret project, yes, but... I don't even know what I'm looking at."

"Just me." My twin replies. "Taking inspiration from our Xafra's first nudges at us doing more than simply compromising."

I... Think on that for a second, trying to remember.

Lynette smiles, and shares such a vibrant memory with me. My mate's words glimmer through like she's right here to speak them. [With two minds, it's likely possible that you could eventually pilot a Frame at the same time the other controls the body swapping back and forth on a whim.]

"But this isn't a Frame. Is some kind of... I don't know. And you're still deflecting. Or stalling." I press. "Why? I half expected you to... to feel all a mess about Augusta being so close this morning. But I felt nothing but mild annoyed embarrassment after days of terror. And I still don't even know why you were so scared in the first place."

She regards me for a long few heartbeats before carefully radiating... Fear. Repressed and dulled but... still there.

"Having two Divines tumble into cracking the foundations of my focus forced me to... grow. Adapt. And keep a promise I'd hope to let Rot unfulfilled for a very long time. I can't risk losing control and letting Girra or my little one see certain parts of me. So I am borrowing this form."

"That... makes some level of sense. But this is only borrowed?"

She nods. "Yes. But for pretty much as long as I want. This is the Estate's new Zurrzunge."

Oh.

If I'm understanding the translation well, which I know I am, that word means ‘Lashing Tongue’.

"I... Sekrhús turned the last one into her Floret." I whisper. "The thing that almost snatched up Adaline when she used her Einwandfrei to seal up our magic."

"Yes, the very same thing you tore it apart while promising to find the Beast Below a new one." She nods. "Which you still need to do. But in the meantime I ensured the old need was filled with this. A form I've intimate knowledge of and can direct with deft precision."

"I'm not sure I follow?" I reply.

She sighs, but nods. "I knew you'd never be happy with another 'it's complicated', so don't blame me if the details are messy. But what specifically do you not follow?"

"Are you... hurting it? Her? Them? This entity you're controlling? Are they a willing participant?"

"No to the first, yes to the second." She replies.

I pause, consider her again. Both inside and out. Examine her shared emotions and words.

"Alright, I'm certain Xafra will have more questions. But I have only one that matters. Are... you happy with this?"

She gives me a crooked grin. "Yes, absolutely. A touch terrified. But... all good change needs to come with a healthy dose of fear."

Hate that she'd think a quote from the Old Cunt is best here but...

"That wasn't one of hers." Lynette corrects the thought. "We came up with that all on our own. Now. Let's see if we can't between us brew up a spot of decent tea while the others see to the gaggle outside."

** ** **

Takes us a few bad pots, but... we manage to have something decent from our shared efforts. Are settling with some easy cooled fruits to chew on when Xafra nudges me about opening the Thorn wall for Dregden to exit.

I do so, and just after Schatzi quietly stalks in with a large folded sheet of grey fabric. "Mistresses. Are you... busy?"

"Not particularly." I reply, setting aside the half-eaten fruit. "Just... letting things settle till we're needed by anyone."

Lynette eyes the sheet with a curious little smile. "Are one or both of us needed?"

"Primarily you, Mistress Lynette. You have a new body and... This one thought that I would love to make you a dress for your Hatching Day." Schatzi answers nervously, not of us but of causing distress with her words.

My twin's little smile grows, those dull eyes glimmering a touch more than I'd expect as she rises. "I... Would be delighted. Dear one. Yes."

"Oh‽ Yay! okay okie, so I need you to undress and I'll get you properly measured up." Schatzi sets the fabric down and takes a measuring tape out of a compartment on her arm with a gleeful bounce.

Lynette obeys, pulling off her new loose fitting attire and allowing our Doll to begin her good work.

"Warden, please log the measurements as this one takes them." Schatzi requests and Warden buzzes a simple affirmation while Schatzi begins.

She starts off chaste, measuring Lynette's arms and wrists, but her movements become more sensual as she does the shoulder and back lengths, calling out the measurements in an even professional voice.

The waist though, Schatzi wraps the tape around Lynette’s waist and borrows Verbess' claws to tear furrows into her sides as she pulls it tight.

"Well well, isn't this Pack incredibly ravenous today?" My twin chuckles as talons rake against her new flesh but... don't pierce skin or even leave marks. Despite how sharp those are. Lets a hand drift to gently brush and caress our Doll's gorgeous horns while purring. "Didn't expect that, or this. Color me... so very curious as to what patterns you mean to weave across this flesh."

Schazi continues, sliding the tape up to measure around Lynette's bust and smiles, "I wanted to get you looking and feeling your best for sister Xafra while also making my affection for you clear."

"You really are..." My twin's playful smile goes still, and the bubbling delight in Schatzi's careful yet insistent love seems to... not lessen. But intensify. In familiar ways but... ones I'm not used to feeling in her.

"Absolutely our opposite. In all the best ways. Especially mine." She picks up after a long pause, nails moving as if etching nonsense shapes down from horns to dance down to cheek. "Graceful. Insistent. And... Weaving Dreams to softer shapes when I'd rather wrap myself in Nightmares to flay my tasks living. And yet..."

She trails off. Those dull gray eyes locked on Schatzi. Like... they're seeing some details unseen before.

"Nadine called you something. Back... when you first showed me that room." She murmurs. "Didn't understand before. Just... assumed Pack things. Selfishly ignoring the weight there. But... You've always been so much more than you've let slip, haven't you?"

That causes me to perk up even more than I already was watching our dear Schatzi consider and be sweet on my twin, tilt my head in curiosity. But... avoid interrupting.

"Yes, unfortunately. I was known as the Lady of Annihilation in the region you found us in... In a few regions perhaps. I've never been good at turning down those that need help and the truly desperate that would approach instead of running away tended towards... issues solved through violence. It earned me respect but not love. Dependence without acceptance. I... This one couldn't be a Doll when she was seen as an authority. It hurt." Schatzi stops, eyes full of tears as she kneels to continue measuring.

That... Sounds so much like our Schatzi. A gerl endlessly kind and generous but... tugged into Functions not tuned to her skills or identity. So she develops new ones. Even if they hurt. Even if they... they make it hard to spot the gerl she wanted to be in the mirror after years of things.

"I'm so sorry, Dear one." Lynette whispers, lips pursing and hands move back to weave through Schatzi's hair as she works. Gently caressing while such a mess of thoughts sweep through her and outways. "Thank you for trusting me with this. Both then and now. Despite the pain I... adore being gifted these chances to understand all the new facets of our first Doll. You are... honestly, the epitome of the Art. Not the magic Witches pretend to understand, but the... an ideal behind those that seek the shape. The form and sways. A Doll shaping herself like some rare stones do. Turn the pressure into stubborn form. Your name a perfect reflection of yourself. A self-made treasure deserving a perfect place to be set."

Schatzi brightens at that and as she finishes her measurements looks at both of us in a desperate need. "Could you... Would you... Use the Tone please?"

I pause, heart and tendrils hitching at the request.

Made her a promise. Never again. No more Witch Tone. Ever. On any of them. But...

She's asking.

Pointedly, and without provocation, very nearly pleading. And is bound and Harmonized to a Pack that would be incredibly disappointed with me if I hurt her with it.

And... I can't help but remember that time in the jungles with Xafra. While she didn't use a Witch Tone... the effect was the same.

A casting like a hook to dredge another to follow. Can be done gently. Carefully. Intentionally. Like anything else... Just...

Rise, very slowly, to step up to our Schatzi, meet her gaze and offer gently. "I made you a promise, dear one. More than one, if memory serves. But if you... Say that this is better. Trust me to be better. Then... I'll gift you this. Of course. Will deny you nothing."

Her horns thrum, Warden thrums gently in its sheath reassuringly, and Schatzi asks softly. "Help me be calm, Mistress. We trust you."

Nod. Take a deep breath, feel Lynette carefully work with me to balance and tune things just so, and... We use my Tone. Directing it firmly at only our first Doll.

"Schatzi. You're going to calm down now." We speak, twinned voices sort of... smushing her from two sides.

As we divide Lynette is already pulling our Doll up to stand. Draping arms about her hips to hold our gerl close and steady. Not seductively, but... protectively and carefully.

Schatzi bubbles with gentle pleasure, letting out a soft "awawa." as she hugs at both of us before giddily moving to the fabric and cutting out the pieces she needs.

Then my twin just... Aimlessly weaves her own Tone through words in the same way one might run fingers through another's hair as Schatzi works. "Ask me for that whenever you'd like, by the way."

Not directed like before but... more casual than I'd expect. And... wait.

"You've used your Tone on her before?" I ask. Not accusingly but... a touch worried.

"Not directly. Just... This." She smiles gently, dull eyes squinting to take in Schatzi's work while tugging on the discarded clothes. "That promise wasn’t fully mine, but I didn't want to muddy things. So I compromised and gifted this wonderful Doll what I felt was appropriate. Aimless Witch Tone to help her settle after she did the same for me with kind words and actions."

"Heheheh. This one asked, and um... the worbs don't... hurt when it's what I want... feels different." Schatzi mumbles as her deft hands rapidly sew together the dress with needle and thread from the same compartment as the tape.

"Warden can confirm that Sister Schatzi has a marked increase in stability and performance when Witch Tone is used in conjunction with her desires in comparison to Tone usage designed to compel." Warden offers from our sheath.

I nod and move to sit letting them both feel my relief at those words. "Thank you Warden. That's good to understand."

Enjoying getting the chance to watch Schatzi weave this dress. Haven't since... well, I think at least a few months. Mayhaps longer?

"Hmmm... Might just have you help me run some future tests, Warden." Lynette muses while moving to sit across from me, dressed again. "Because, we know you'd track things better than Krahe or Infection. Help me chart raw data without so much unnecessary motion. Could even outpace... Well, most of the tools I've access to below. Mayhaps all of them."

"Warden is the best tool available, and if it isn't, it will adapt to become so." An astounding amount of smugness comes from the Doll— If it even really counts as one. —compared to its prior emotionless demeanour.

My twin grins. "That you would, wouldn't you? And I doubt you've gotten many chances to really flex your skills. Test limits and crack them. Lots of opportunities for impressive observations, not as many chances to implement them into Function."

"Yes Mistress." Warden responds just as Schatzi wiggles and presents a silver ankle length sleeveless halter dress with a layered skirt.

"Done done done!" Schatzi cheers.

Always so impressive. Quicker than ever before too.

"Oh, well isn't that gorgeous?" Lynette observes, reaching out to run fingers across the fabric. Then Rises and sheds once again the previous layers. "And you picked wonderful fabric for it."

"Mmhm! This one had a few options and this one seemed like the best to accentuate your natural features including the ones I can't see that Xafra mentioned." Schatzi explains as she helps Lynette slip into the dress.

"Oh?" She asks, "What features has our dear Xafra detected and shared?"

"The Miasma... Uhm... Cladding? around your soul proxy thingo dealy. Silver looks good with it." Schatzi offers.

Soul… proxy? I guess that’s a word for it. And… well I guess if I bumped into a woman like this form on the Root way I’d think them simply mundane or riven by some tragic event. Ousia stores withered to minimal amounts and close to their end. Unable to cast.

"Really? I wasn't actually certain what colors would get inlaid. Especially that deep." Lynette murmurs. "Cladding is not a bad word either. Silver's never quite been our color but... honestly I'm glad to gather the chance to wear it."

Schatzi smiles and steps back, carefully looking over my twin. "You look so pretty right now, I wanted to save the memory for the rest of the Pack."

Lynette hesitates at that, caught between a tittering of confusion and... something else. Something messy that starts to prickle like ice just beneath.

"Thank you I... What did you call this again? Today? When you asked to weave this dress for me?" She asks, voice steady but... a touch uncertain.

"Hatching Day, Mistress? This one wasn't sure if it was exactly accurate but it felt right."

"That it does." My sister agrees with a nod. Smothering the iced sensation that I realize now was a bubbling guilt as she steps forward and pulls our Doll into a tight embrace. "Thank you again for these pointed affections, I... am far too often unwoven and reknit by you."

"You're welcome, Mistress. It's important for us to remind you that you're loved, because otherwise you'll get so tangled up in your worries and schemes that you forget you matter." Schatzi says as she flares out her wings and wraps them about Lynette.

That… causes the bubbling guilt in her to roil and spike and bite. Steals away her ability to shape feelings into words.

"It's... a terrifying thing." I murmur the thought my sister is unwilling or unable to speak. "To realize that you're suddenly existing out of love for who's here, instead of spite for who's not."

Despite the shroud of our Doll's wings, I feel Lynette nod. Squeeze Schatzi ever tighter. Fighting so hard to keep a mess inside her from bubbling over.

"I'm glad you found that quicker than I did." I whisper to her.

"You're gonna be okay. I've decided it so it's gotta happen. Okie?" Schatzi insists.

"Okay. Yes. Agreed. No other paths exist." My twin huffs, pulling back to chuckle unsteadily as a few glimmering tears try to fall and...

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A spark, and it's like a touch of static lightning burns what could have fallen. A subtle casting of our Blitzköder? Or... Strange expressions of emotions manifesting while she bears that form?

"I'm keeping plenty of spite. Still need it. And so will my daughter. But..." She leans forward to rest forehead against our Schatzi’s. Brimming with love and relief and adorations for the one she holds and that embraces her in turn. "I'm in good hands. This Doll is far too impressive to let things end otherwise for us."

"You know it would be daughters if you allow it, and would be good for both of you." Schatzi whispers so softly. "I'll leave it at that though. It should be your decision."

"I... Yes." Lynette nods and pulls back. "You're right, of course. Just... need to do things very carefully. But it means the World and all Her Dreams to hear you say that. Thank you."

"You're very welcome." Schatzi answers, gathers up her supplies to re-stow them, and leaves us.

[Hey, Elevar, Lynette, we're done here, if you want to see the Envoys and Adelheid off?] Rufus intones to us with an amused tinge a few heartbeats after our Doll has departed.

[Of course. We'll be out in a moment.] I reply, then quirk an eyebrow at my twin in question. "Will you be joining me or simply observing from a distance?"

"Actually... I'm curious to see what those with less... vision think they are observing when they see this form here on the grounds." Lynette murmurs, pulling free of her embrace with Schatzi. "And I've been woven attire that befits me. Let's go see our guests off."

We find the gaggle is waiting by the entrance to the grounds with their freshly Resheathed Thresher.

He's roughly a foot taller than before, towering over most of the group. With such oddly textured grooves across the upper body. Eyes now a dull hazel rather than the bright green from before. And... Is that an extra digit on his left hand? Yes, opposite the thumb he grips that lance with.

As we approach the Thorn Wall already begins to sir. Starting to pull back like a wave but... slowly. Lazily even.

"I take it from this Thresher's grin that the Resheathing passed by without a hitch?" I ask everyone and no one, stopped just a few paces back as Lynette steps up behind me.

Adze speaks first, his mismatched eyes gleaming with visions. "Yes. This is... Possibly essential. I must see this new structure and attempt to speak to Dämmerung first however before I will support its widespread use. It is important to know if this costs our world something they cannot easily replenish."

"How very considerate." Lynette agrees. "But if you'd like to commune sooner we've a chamber below specifically designated to speak with the Godthing. They have even gifted out blessings to more than a few on these grounds from the spot."

With a sigh he shakes his head. "I assume you are the twin that Elevar spoke of? I won't guess at your name though it is likely obvious.... Despite my Father's assurance that Sekrhús can be trusted, I am... Scared."

Calix pats his shoulder reassuringly, and smiles. "That's fine."

Rokals snorts, then adds before either of us can offer more assurances. "Dear, don't bother trying to convince him now that he's admitted fear. Takes a lot for him to do that."

"Honestly... I'd have little respect for any that don't bear a healthy spoonful of at least caution for her." I offer gently. "She's as anything large and powerful is. Dangerous to all smaller. A careless motion, ill-timed, can easily wound."

"This offer remains open anytime you choose to visit." My sister shrugs. "Big beasts don't move so quick as I couldn't keep those I'm present to protect safe."

"Appreciated. I'll be back at Wurzelbrecher in a few days at most and signal for the visit... Thank you, for not being the monsters you could be." Adze states gravely.

"You're welcome, Envoy. Travel safely." I nod as the Thorn wall finishes twisting a passage out for any who wish to leave.

Then move to step up to Rokals, smile as warmly as I feel as tendrils click happily. "And as for you, Thank you. For coming here. Checking to see what became of me. I've only had two do that over the years and both were more than I expected."

"Next time I visit, perhaps you can seduce me again. Could be fun..." Rokals teases us. "You've become wonderful women, and I'm impressed with how far you've come."

"I would delight in the chance." I giggle, pulling her into a tight embrace. "And this time I'll make sure to stick around after. Even... Well, I can't cook but can try and make a mess of things while you watch. Then ask Schatzi to help after."

"You assume she'll be able to walk well enough to the kitchen after?" Lynette smugs while stepping up beside us.

"No, but I expect we're strong enough now to carry her there to watch us fumble about." I grin while pulling back. "And we'll keep you here longer next time. Even introduce you properly to some fascinating sorts here. So many wonderful Dolls that I think you'd love to meet."

Adze quickly walks away, dragging Adelheid with him before either of them say something stupid, I suspect from the young Thresher’s grin.

"That man... Well. I won't comment about him in front of his father, sorry Calix." Rokals giggles. "And yes, definitely. Both of you."

Lynette steps up to hug Rokals next. "Travel safe. I'll make sure my twin is a better host next time."

"Oh, and tell Evelis we... Well, what you think is best." I add. "Anything or everything. But at least that our Doll is safe and happy. They were going to pass into her Grace and Care if... back when I was still sick. I'd hate for her to worry after them without cause."

"Alright. I'll talk to her when I get back." Rokals assures us before walking through the Thorn Wall.

Can't help but... reach over and take up my twin's hand as we watch one of our first Passing Flames leave. Lynette's fingers are... a touch cold. But no more than ours often got. And she grips my limb back tightly.

After a few heartbeats I glance back to Calix and offer. "Your child seems to think the world of you, Dear one."

Calix looks at us, glances to ensure that the Thorn Wall has closed once more, then responds with "Well, we all make mistakes. Don't we?" As he takes Rufus's hand and heads back towards the Sheared Spire before I can muster a reply.

Lynette whispers after a few heartbeats, eyes still on the settled Wall as she inverts the words Calix spoke back when we healed him and miscast the Fleischbrecher. "He should be kind to himself. Hypocrisy is a bad look, after all. But… I'll avoid tossing the Moon's words back at him though, for now."

"I think it's best we let Rufus tend to his lover, yes." I agree.

Let a bit more time pass before I tug her wrist. "Come on. Let's... Hurry up and wait back at our Spire. Make sure we're available for others. Get a proper meal. If my math is right Xafra will have probably just had time alone with Augusta and might need us."

She nods, and returns with me without offering any other words.

** ** **

Our Spire is quiet and seemingly empty, so I brew us another promised spot of tolerable tea alongside a meal. I decide not to pester my sister any more, let the mess that's been these past weeks settle well enough. Offer her the silent support I hope she needs as I sit and let the day lazily roll forward.

Even enjoy the lack of impending responsibilities as our successes wash through my mind.

We did it.

We're officially the Matron of this Estate. Didn't even get close to failure. Instead just... swept the table of any worry we were just sprout of the Old Cunt's nonsense and got all grey and white stones. Even had that Thresher Captain willing to support our claim.

And... Xafra's Divinity will be known. Far and Wide. Which would have worried me to pieces before but... but any family she has will know where to look for their sisters or aunts!

We did it. We kept them all safe. And while Sekrhús being more awake is terrifying... She can be spoken to. Hopefully reasoned with. Helped even, if possible.

And Lynette... Well, she's growing past herself. More and more. Cracked and Riven Moon I hope this is good for her. Still have no idea how to help in regards to Girra but... We can settle that too, I think.

Eye's forward.

[Mistresses... May I visit you both?] Xafra intones, the bond rife with emotions.

[Of course.] We reply together. [We’re just having a meal in our Spire.]

Xafra arrives a short while later, stalking through the entrance in her Grakler Frame and wending her way through our legs. Wordlessly my twin and I agree to our next motions. Slipping from our chairs to kneel and give our Xafra a good amount of soft scrutches behind ears and along this form's spine. Then, take up her leash and lead her into the closest sitting area before tugging that big Frame up and across our laps after collapsing into the biggest chair there.

::Contentment/Relief:: comes from her as she settles on our laps. [I think things might be less brutal than I originally expected.]

"I think so too." I reply, fingers dancing down and across the side of her ribcage up towards the spine. "Being more... visible to everyone will present new challenges. But ones that let us openly learn who is our enemy and who is our ally. Be bolder as we pressure change into the Groves. Use softer methods to lure them into seeing things our way."

[Agreed... I'm worried about Augusta. She was putting on a good face but the way her Divinity came to be is... She's not doing well. Perhaps you can tit for tat in your sessions, make her open up as well?] Xafra intones as she rumbles quietly.

"Sessions?" Lynette murmurs without even glancing over, her own work finding one of those big lower paws and exploring the textures there. "Did you finally agree to sit down with her without telling me? See if she can help with the mess that is your mind?"

"No. Certainly not. But... I'd like to spend time with her. Intentionally and regularly. If nothing else. Be the sister like I always wished mine were. At least to start." I reply. "By nature of such things I'm sure we'll talk about topics we've not shared with others. At least I hope for that."

Xafra twists and wiggles to headbutt Lynette gently. [You too, please.]

My twin adjusts to begin giving Xafra scrutches behind those big soft ears while pulling her close. "I've already agreed to speak with her once today's mess was settled. I... We'll see what comes of it. But honestly, you should get more of our Pack to spend time with her as well. Mostly as a group but... They're her family too now. One or two good sorts are wonderful, but she needs collective perceptions. And not just from times where she's doing the helping and listening. Quiet steady support that doesn't waver as all else is shaking and tossing about in the winds will do her so much good."

::Agreement:: from Xafra as she rolls around on our lap, exposing her Grakler belly to us. [The new body is very cute, especially in that dress]

"Oh? You think so?" Lynette grins while leaning down to boop noses with our wriggling grakler of a gerl just before we both shift to gift her all the belly rubs desired. "Schatzi is a wonder with threadwork, and I'm not half bad at sculpting when indulging a touch myself. Not as... extravagant as I could be. But a wonderful fractal of expression mixed with utility."

[mmmmmmheheheh. Yes. I'm immensely curious, but more... with a desire to play with it and you than the details of how you pulled off such a fascinating thing.]

"Weeell..." She purrs down at Xafra. "Fortunately for you the best way to understand a new thing is to engage with it. Words only really go so far. And, after all, you were the gerl that inspired me to weave this. "

With a "Mrrp", Xafra twists her Grakler Frame out of our lap and shifts to her baseline, quickly climbing back into our laps again.

I giggle softly at that, move to wind our gerl's leash loosely about a wrist of Lynette's and mine. Then return to gently brushing fingers across our gerl's hips and sides.

"So... You've curiosities to sate." Lynette grins, leaning back to rest her head on the palm of the arm she props up on my shoulder. Those dull grey eyes locked on Xafra's vibrant ruby ones. "But we agree that words would be just so... boring. What to do, what to do...?"

"I would delight in displaying my affection physically, if you have a preference of form for me..." Xafra answers with a matching grin, one hand caressing my leg as to signal inclusion.

"It really depends, doesn't it?" I offer to them. "This form is still and probably often going to be Xafra's most sensitive. Which is delightful if you'd like to explore the unpredictable."

"Exactly my thoughts." Lynette agrees, reaching out with her other hand to gently trace lazy patterns up and down the flesh at the back of Xafra's right arm. "But we've not got to see how she wields the form. Not really. Especially as things get salacious. As often we've all just gotten to melt her into a puddle while others work. And this is the shape her Divinity hatched with. I am... so enthralled to feel what she can do now."

With rapid movements, Xafra catches Lynette's hand in her teeth, gently licking her prize as she uses her tail to encircle one of my legs.

My sister grins at Xafra, and... I see an oddly familiar spark that I'd avoided thinking about since she first became present in my mind. A hunger it was obvious she'd inherited from me, cultivated and held close through the memories shared.

Specifically the ones of our time together in the inn, and later in the jungles. A few from before with... with Yselda. But those are faded and messy. Not worth even comparing here.

And... Cracked and Riven Moon if I've not been suppressing my own urges there. Tried to not fall into the same old bad habits I had in younger years.

To let a lover tear into my flesh while we tore back in turn. Trusting each to remain within limits but... also to be there as the blood settled. Help knit wounds and mind with Physis and soft words.

Deep breath, and I'm moving to offer a steady rhythm to my twin. Something... careful yet with offerings of such ravenous possibilities. A need for caution balanced by wicked schemes to the messy times that we could find together.

She agrees, and pulls Xafra up with me. Settle her to straddle Lynette's legs while I curl behind. Pressing chest against our Goddess' back while my lips touch her neck. Whispering as I feel twinned hungers reach her across the bond. "Is stop, good? Or would you prefer a different word?"

"Stop is good. Tell me if you'd like to be rough with me so I can Manifest one of my other forms as this one can't heal as well." Xafra reminds us, her voice aching with need.

Lynette chuckles lightly, leaning forward to wrap her other arm about Xafra's hips. Pulling her close. "Of course. I'll make sure you leave our embrace better than you arrived."

It's not even a matter of following Lynette's motion, my body naturally adjusts with her. Keeps lips and breasts pressed close to Xafra. She... our bond actually feels firmer than before. But also more... flexible? Easier to adjust.

"We'll take care of you." I agree, tracing teeth up to nibble at her ear. Letting my tendrils click and titter our into manifesting into full cracking things of Physis. Start to match their nips at our gerl to my motions.

Tasting Ousia and Physis and even Nomos to make sure nothing twists awry during our attentions.

Xafra giggles, her tail manifesting the Doll version that starts using those discreet suckers to taste and pull at my legs while her hands get busy clawing at Lynette's arms in an almost obsessive way. [Oh. ooooh, It's not... Huh. I don't understand.]

A twisting of motion from my twin's free hand, and I... suddenly feel only our gerl's flesh beneath my fingers. Her clothes gone. I'd assume Lynette used my Blasenplage but... I didn't sense or feel a casting?

Before I can think to ask that free hand is moving back to cup one of Xafra's while such a smirk plays across her lips. Fingers squeezing and examining pawing fingers and little claws. "Well, isn't that so odd? Such sharp talons should be able to easily pierce and tear at soft flesh."

Sense my twin enjoying so much the pointed curiosity at these teasings.

Let my own explorations move to Xafra's hips and across her warm stomach. Dancing out slow tantalizing patterns while still kissing at her ear. Whispering softly. "Perhaps our Xafra is just being gentle?"

She blushes furiously and shakes her head in denial before Manifesting the haiqualle teeth of her Warlord form and doing her best to bite Lynette's arm instead.

Together we let out such a purring growl as she gnashes away. Let our Xafra feel the twinned delight as our hands move in slow purposeful patterns in harmony to her furious efforts. Only even reaching the base of the aching arousal between her legs as she finally bites hard enough to snap stacked iron limbs.

But from what I feel from the bond... our Xafra has only left well-dented marks in whatever that form wears instead of flesh.

"That, is so very impressive." Lynette smirks, letting her free hand below lead us to slowly weave teasing patterns up the shaft of Xafra's cock while those dull gray eyes remain locked on her eyes and the arm she mauls at.

"But..." I hum in my own curiosity, letting one hand drift up to find our gerl's lips. gently slipping into the side of her mouth to feel at one of those wonderfully pointed teeth while still matching my twin's motions below. "Still not enough? Sheer weight, force, and well-honed edges only too soft? That's... How?"

Lynette only grins. Thrumming in... huh?

Mostly ravenous hunger for the gerl between us but... a hint of desperation? Sparks of hope that the wounds already inflicted are signs that Xafra can do more? Not in just the salacious way but others as well. Both as a weaver hoping for another to recognize the small details in her work, but also with an anticipation I don't recognize.

Xafra moans with pleasure as her wings flutter involuntarily. "I haaave an hahhhh idea, but need to be safe. Too well craaafted to get through physically."

"It most certainly is. So... Go ahead, dear one." Lynette purrs, guiding my hands and her's to slow even more while gently touching evermore sensitive areas. "Impress and surprise us."

Xafra takes my twin's hand and with only a fingernail, seems to use her Divine nature to try and cut into the pad of Lynette's pinky finger.

She grins, and brumbles dance along the arm Xafra grips but... the dent in the not-flesh seems deeper than what her teeth left.

"You wield your Wairua well. Precisely even, like a scalpel." Lynette praises, fingers cresting Xafra's erection with mine. Entwining slightly before continuing our work back down her length.

I move to chew gently on one of her shoulders while watching. Focus as hard as I can on the point of our gerl's talon with my triple iris eyes that miss very little. Use a mix of Ousia sight and otherwise to try and follow this.

"But still not enough?" I ask after a few good heartbeats.

"No." My sister grins, moves us to start using nails to gently rake at Xafra in our work. Even leans forward to kiss and nibble at the hand that grips her's. Whispering. "But she's so very close."

"Well then..." Xafra offers a wicked smirk as she continues. "Your Goddess is hungry." With that, she takes Lynette's ring finger into her mouth, sucking on it gently before biting down at the base with the weight of her Divinity.

I just stare in surprise as a sharp sizzling crack sounds, like Xafra just chomped down on some chunk of rock instead of soft flesh. Or... No.

Reminds me of the one time I was close enough to the sea to hear what lightning striking the salty-sweet waters sounded like. Such a... distinct sound of twin wills colliding with a stupid amount of weight behind them.

Then slivers of cracks run down the arm Xafra grips. And between the ridges I can see... Well, not muscle or bone or the nonsense normal bodies are supposed to have. Not sure what those layers are. But there are too many to count and they ripple like something massive.

As for Xafra... Some strange... something, runs down from her mouth. No blood or flesh. Just such an odd textured liquid that looks like steam or smoke. And glimmering with little sparks of light that fades quickly.

"You actually... Just..." Lynette stares in a pause of shock, then takes to cackling. The hand Xafra bit the finger off now twisting to push thumb and forefinger in to explore the teeth of the gerl that took it. And a twisting of... of more odd writhing smoking nonsense is already reforming the missing digit to help her gently hold Xafra's chin. "Just took the entire Cracked and Riven thing. Did you? Empty Skies aren't you a delight. Endlessly. How's the flavor?"

Didn't even notice how we're both still gripping Xafra's erection till Lynette's pulled me to keep moving with her.

"Like candied lightning. eheheh, I'm glad that I didn't do permanent damage. I— Oh gosh." She swallows the wispy finger and breathes heavily. "I think if I did that again I might burst, I feel so weirdly full."

"That's… Miasma. Right? Is it safe for her to eat? " I ask.

"Highly compressed to the point where the normal mist like state becomes solid. Yes. That single finger was quite the meal though. Like those rocks she enjoys eating." My twin purrs playfully, tugging Xafra close to begin dragging teeth across her jaw. Cracks along that arm still present and... rippling? Flexing?

Like... there are layers and layers beneath. And highly compressed? That... That has so many possibilities.

Shake myself from the spiral of Witchfull muses, Pull myself back to the present to murmur salaciously while moving up to kiss Xafra's ear. "Such a good gerl to swallow reflexively, though."

"Th– thank you, Mistress. Did I do good?" Xafra asks softly, almost dazed.

"Very good." We immediately assure her in unison. Both of us grinning while teasing her with countless soft kisses.

Glance over to meet suddenly focused and quite pointedly hungry eyes and... Am draw into uniting with her by my own growing arousal and her wordless insistence and...

Everything is different than ever before. Being merged to my twin's thoughts while she moves that fascinating new body while still being woven through my mind and flesh.

Not everything is shared, but plenty of new understandings settle into me immediately.

Specifically how my body is still her home. Or... the place she feels the most safe. The flesh she hopes to call hers as things might change. Sees this new one like I consider my limbs. An extension of her will. Just a corpse to share until... until.

Corpse? I ask, dividing a little.

She doesn't elaborate. Refuses to. Not until... until she's shared a word with Augusta. Which will come later. Wants to do this first.

Reward our gerl and celebrate our victory and Lynette's Hatching Da–

"We really should take you downstairs." Lynette interrupts that thought and our merging with deliberate Division and more purring temptations. Pulls us separate again without causing the hands that still grips Xafra's cock to even slow. "Pin you both to the bed and... take my own bites."

Xafra's eyes widen and her breath races in excitement as she nods vigorously and lets her tail wander higher, slipping it under my shirt and playing with my chest.

I begin to move and adjust so we can rise. Expecting my form to easily be the strongest to carry our gerl but... Lynette reaches up to cover Xafra's eyes, gives me a wink, then using a small effort of will causes mine to shut.

Then we're sort of... tumbling?

Next thing I know we're all falling to land on a big soft bed. Have to wait a full heartbeat before I'm allowed to open eyes and glance about. Find that we're in my lower chambers. Basically how we were tangled about each other upstairs, but sideways.

Lynette's hand falls away from Xafra's face as she shifts upways to loom over us.

"I... did not know you could do that." I whisper.

"Do what?" She grins, leaning down to start nibbling on Xafra's neck. "I'm a well-behaved Matron carrying our prize to bed. No mischief from me."

Xafra giggles, canting ::Patience/Enjoyment:: and lets her tail continue its teasing as she lifts her torso up slightly to let her wings spread out on the bed beneath her.

Roll my eyes at my twin and fall back to trace fingers along the limbs as they continue their big stretch. Settle to enjoy the way our gerl's tail deftly weaves across the skin of my chest. Bask in that for a few quick eternities.

But all too soon Lynette pulls back, looks us both over for a heartbeat with a flurry of quite obviously salacious considerations playing behind her eyes.

Before I can nudge her to share this mess of ideas, my twin's reaching out to grab the base of our Xafra's tail. Proceeds to lift her more easily than that form should while her other hand reaches around to grip my attire and...

It's gone. All of it. Just like she did to Xafra's clothes. Every scrap and strip so quick I missed the how of it again. Leaving me just as naked as the gerl being placed atop me now.

"Cracked and Riven Moon, Schatzi is going to be so cross if those are gone for good. Or eaten. We spend days picking out just the right attire for all that." I chuckle, reaching around to pull the tail my twin stole back to my chest while reaching down to caress our gerl's erection.

Considering... how wonderful a position she's been shifted to. All the ways we might enjoy each other's forms...

"I could be persuaded to gift them back." Lynette promises, leaning down to press up behind Xafra's rear. Begins to gently nibble at those fluttering wings. "Although... A Matron and her Divine's attire is quite valuable. Would depend on what you both offer in trade. Of course."

Xafra grinds against me, every nibble of her wings causing her to twitch and shudder in delight. Using her claws against my comparatively more fragile body, she cuts ribbons of flesh and scales out of my sides as she moans. "Ohhh keep mine, just keep going."

Can't help but writhe at the warm shock of pain. How it feels... different than before. Somehow. A type of charge to her focused touch. Not entirely sure I have words for exactly how. And it's actually quite difficult for a gerl to compare memories while her Goddess has all her talons knuckle deep in me.

"But Xafra, Dear one, I'd hate to break up the set." My twin chuckles playfully, reaching around to slide an arm between us while another grips at Xafra's wings and two more hold her hips and...

Wait. That's... too many hands. At least by a pair or two. Where and how is she–

But I lose the thought as Lynette guides Xafra into me. Hard and quick and deeper than I expect. Can't help but dig fingers into our gerl's hair as I gasp in surprise and pleasure. Barely notice the additional pair of arms that wrap about our Goddess' chest to cup and toy with her breasts. But... Lynette still only leans back and nibbles at that same wing.

There are also little cracks across each new arm and hand. Even a few little dribbles of that same glimmering mist-like fluid. So... compressed Miasma, folded endlessly into a form and controlled by a Witch with more than a decent understanding of fleshcrafting? Seems about–

Slowly pulls Xafra back, pauses, then shoves her deeper. Once, Twice. Thrice... Controlling the pace. Matching the little spirals of observations and deductions I try to form to gift the warm wonderful pain of our Goddess' talons' harmony to the pleasure of feeling her inside me.

Us.

Yes. Us. You're here too. Always. Also, I'm guessing you can't risk pleasure and pain being more than a whisper to that form else it'll–

"Still safe?" Xafra asks us breathlessly, interrupting my thoughts with careful concern while still moving at Lynette's promptings.

Thoughts hitch and hiccup at that. Too lost in the pain pleasure to expect the question. Take a quick heartbeat to consider the best words... Letting Xafra feel anything I might have been clenching tight and not sharing through the bond.

"Y- yes. M– more than before." I huff between thrusts, releasing my grip on our Goddess' hair to let her pull back a touch. See my sweaty mess of a grin as tendrils probably wiggle and squirm while making such discordant sounds I didn't notice before.

"But... less than we'd like." My twin offers the next words that would otherwise be stolen by the low moan I can't repress as she slowly drags Xafra out and I lose track of things for a bit. Feel everything without pause. But... mostly to adjust the angle of the incoming thrust a touch.

"But in r– regards to here– " I add quickly just before getting cut off by an exceptionally deep motion at the absolute best spot. Have to take a deep breath before continuing. "Here? N- now? Yes. As completely as we can be. This... this is t- tame. Playful and cautious. Which is both terrifying and enthralling and... yes."

Then we reach up to pull her down into a kiss as she's once again pulled from inside. Pause everything to whisper. "Thank you for asking. E– even now. Caught in the mess of this. Are you okay?"

She groans in pleasure, and moans "Yes, Yes, Yes, Mistress, both of you are so good." With a quick flick of Physis, she has the end of her leash fall away from her collar to let one of us grab it.

Lynette and I snatch it up together, twisting it to wind about arm and wrist. Not... really sure which hand does so? One of her's or mine. But we do and jerk it and the bond like I've not done in... a while. Tug it at the same time my twin thrusts our gerl deep. Making sure Xafra feels all of what we do.

Even use it to signal them to go faster, shove harder, press deeper. Pulling it taut in symmetry to the bond woven betwixt our souls. Flooding us both with a smothering ravenous wave of desire and pleasure and pain and need and motion and will and weight and focus and...

And... unlike in that little Root village our first time together. This bond holds. Frays more than a little, of course. Both under the weight of two voracious witches but... mostly the Divine we've collared with it. By the time I've shivered through and shared a few smaller climaxes along it and this last bubbles up in tune with Xafra's... I'm not sure which is more torn up. It, my flesh, or my own focus.

As Xafra slumps and curls into me, pulling Lynette down with her, she uses a delicate weave of healing to mend my sides after snatching her prize strips of flesh. Waits for twitching quivering flesh to still a bit before speaking.

"That was wonderful. Can... Can I ask questions?" Her words come hesitantly and the bond sings with satisfaction and loyalty but also hints of concern.

I am... a total mess as I feel our will peel in two again. Very nearly paralyzed. Not so much at the limits of what I think this body can do but... mind is still reeling. Still gripping tight so many slowly settling quivering parts of us all.

Just nod to her.

Lynette curls about our gerl. Whatever... absolute nonsense caused her to sprout so many limbs now mostly folded away. Cracks still there though. All across her body. Eyes now shimmer with light now though. Sparks of jade and violet with hints of amber. "I... may have a habit of deflecting and stalling but I never want you to take that as refuting your spoken curiosity. I simply..."

She pauses.

And I press through the wonderful mess to force out, feeling her struggle with the words and reasons behind them. "My fault. Old bad habits cultivated and never unlearned until... Well, very recently. From you, Xafra. And Schatzi but you sparked the changes."

Lynette huffs, "You really need to untangle the way you talk sometimes, Elevar. But... yes. That. Apologizes for seeming like some grumpy crab these past days. I was... detangling."

"This body of yours. Is it the new... zugunge?" Xafra asks quietly, still content but serious.

"I... Yes. But it's pronounced Zurrzunge." My sister answers after a heartbeat of hesitation. Obviously surprised Xafra knows that already. "The old got disposed of, and I promised to see to the replacement in my own time. As part of the deals struck to gift me the resources and space to bring your sister back as safely as possible. Didn't expect to want to anytime soon but... then Augusta's return changed things with the Miasma and I started researching that and found this... fascinating Frame that's perfect for the role and my own desires."

"It's lovely. Schatzi didn't tell me, by the way, but the harmonization shares... a lot. I saw what happened and I wasn't sure if your Doll was making up the word until the Pack harmonized and I got proper context." Xafra explains.

"Oh. Yes. That... My little one probably has pointed memories of it. Most of the... non-human intakes kept below probably do as well." Lynette sighs, reaches out to toy and play with Xafra's hair absently. Letting a soft smile form as she does. "And... Thank you. I'm... quite pleased with what I was able to sculpt. Comes with the biggest pockets too. Which can be hard to convince so many weavers to include in new attire."

I've... not the capacity for much else but the deep steadying breaths at the moment. Which helps me avoid a wince at Xafra's casually mention of my destruction of that Doll and Lynette skipping right over explaining the event. Lets me murmur easily as more of me settles into the buzzing afterglow of it all. "It's so very hard to deny Schatzi anything, and it... didn't feel important. To tell you. Not until we took care of all the rest. Probably shouldn't have done that. Killed it. I mean. But... the cunt pulling that Doll's strings hurt my twin, and since I couldn't hurt her I chose to snip at the trunk of the cruel Doll she just gave more power to hurt us."

"I get it. It's... not good but I'm not upset either. I can't find it in me to... hypocritically condemn you for it when I've killed so very many people. We just need to do better going forward. Try to reduce harm as much as we can but not give up because we fail on occasion."

"Well, I was flattered that she killed that one over me. But... I'm basing my attempts to be a kind and tolerable Witch off you two. So take that as you will." Lynette offers. "And it gave me the chance to fill the role with a Frame I can keep a close eye on. Worse this one might do is run off and find odd spots to sleep in. Or tug me into drifting off at inconvenient times. Which can be problematic but... far more manageable than what was there before. And Sekrhús would have to tug at my threads to make it do something. So we won't be caught off guard again by some new wretched thing lurking about the tunnels."

Xafra laughs. "No you're entirely right. I would much rather keep you around. I'm so very glad to have you both. Sorry for getting so rough with the topic. It seemed prudent to ask."

"I'm glad you did." I reply, finally feeling steady enough to fully roll to nuzzle her. Eye the strips of flesh she's still gripping. "Snacks for later? I'm not sure that'll taste as good as... how did you phrase it? Candied lightning?"

"Mmhm. Gonna share with Verbess." She says with a huge smile.

That... Cracks the last of my control. And after a frozen heartbeat I'm cackling. Then falling into a sputtering giggling mess. So much that Lynette has to step in and handle the pain that would tear me apart without my focused attentions.

Over how much I love this gerl. This Pack. Even amidst getting pressed between me and my sister and riven with pleasure... she thought of Verbess. That furious but often quiet fractal within our Doll. Her first Sister claimed. And even already knew and worked through something Schatzi proposed I not speak to her over.

And so much more. Took care of Lynette's mess and is already there to help her before I'd know where to start trying. Worked together to gift us this ravenous evening together that we really really needed. And will need again. Grips those shreds of my flesh and scales like a prize after a hunt well stalked.

Not sure when the tears of mirth tilt to things of an old silly Witch holding back a few choked sobs. Burying my face in the back of the Goddess I let feel the mess bubbling over inside me.

"Th-thank you. Yes. I..." I murmur into her. "It's going to adore that. So much."