ITP: inappropriate orifices

[bythehorns]

[In the one of the more livable regions of the cave this afternoon (evening? who even knows, in here), Tavros is examining a troll-sized tub of green slime that the fuk dwarves have just finished making for him. It's a deep, pearly pink, and the opening at the top of it looks like...well, let's be polite and say it looks like a Georgia O'Keeffe painting. The fuk dwarves have ideas about what holes in things should look like (nsfw).]

Wow, that's, a lot fancier, than I was expecting, with the decorative folds, and everything....

((pester Tavros about his obscene home furnishings! or pester the fuk dwarves for inappropriate boons of your own. everybody needs more decorative genitals in their lives, right?))

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[sei_what]

Ah, it's a demon! All of this oddness makes more sense now. Some of them in the stories seemed so glamorous and dangerous, but this one is just a child and she'd never really thought about what a little demon would look like. This one looks silly. Still growing into its horns! She really can't help but melt.

Taking a knee, she holds her curtained arms out warmly. "Come here," she coos, secure in her assurance that the little creature will like her. Court children usually did, even the fussy ones. "It's all right. I won't tell anyone."

...won't tell anyone that adorable baby demons sleep in vaginas. No, she won't be telling anyone that. But it's so darling!

[bythehorns]

You are a little alarmed. When girls try to get that close to you, often it means bad things are about to happen. But maybe with humans it's different? You come closer. "You won't, hurt me, right?"

[sei_what]

Out of habit, she starts to recite that old, even hackneyed bit about "the dew touches the sweet flag"...but breaks off halfway through in a way that would be painfully awkward and embarrassing to someone who knew it. Of course the baby demon doesn't, though, that's the point.

The baby demon is also, now that she's kneeling, taller than she is. She could have thought that out a bit better, but she was caught in a wave of sentiment and couldn't help herself.

"Of course I won't," she promises, smiling as gently as she can and hoping her toothblack is still decent. "Come here and tell me your name, little one."

[bythehorns]

This human has black teeth. You are honestly a little tempted to stare! But right now she says she doesn't want to hurt you, and maybe if you stare she'll change her mind. A lot of the time staring seems to mean you're challenging someone. Which is a thing you don't ever want to do. And who knows what kind of weapons she's hiding under all those piles of cloth?

"My name, is Tavros," you say. "Um, what about you?"

[sei_what]

"Tavros." That's an odd name. She turns it over in her mouth and checks it for syllables it might make a good resonance with. It seems auspicious enough.

"I'm called Shonagon," she says. It wouldn't be appropriate to give a demon the name of her family so that his bigger, fiercer parents could follow the name back to their souls. "Little Tavros can be Shonagon's friend and Shonagon will only ever ask one question about the, ah, the re...recooperatu...I'm sorry, that's a very foreign word."

[bythehorns]

"That's, really nice of you, Shonagon, so, thank you," you say. You have never had so many friends! This is a really nice cave. "And, I don't mind, if you can't say, recuperacoon, so, don't worry, about that. What was, your question?"

[sei_what]

Sei walks forward just a little--or knees, rather, it's all the same--and collects him, decorously, into a hug that's mostly sleeves. He feels small, smaller than he looks. She nearly gets a horn in the ear and this seems somehow impossibly charming.

Children. Poor thing, here alone. It's not right.

A bit mistily, she asks: "Can you tell me where to get one in a different shape?"

[bythehorns]

You may be in danger of being lost in a big pile of fancy cloth. This is far from the worst thing that has happened to you, even if it is a touch alarming. The Shonagon human smells very different from the other ones you have met so far -- there are a lot of smells here to make sense of! You try not to get distracted by that, because she asked you a question.

"You want, a human sleeping platform, right? The kind that is, all flat?" You are proud of your knowledge of human culture. "I think, the dwarves could probably make one, like that also, since, I had to tell them, how a recuperacoon goes."

[sei_what]

"I meant a bath, little one. That's what you have. It's a bath."

She lets him go and sits back on her heels, smiling. "Of course, there's nothing wrong with sleeping in your bath. But you mustn't drown, now that we're friends--can you breathe water like a fish, Tavros?"

[bythehorns]

"Oh, uh, you must be, a very fancy human," you say. You barely know anybody who calls it a bath. "I think, probably, you can get one? I hope so, because, if we are friends, I want you to have, nice things."

--Oh right, she asked you a question. "I can't, breathe actual water, because, I'm not a seadweller, but the slime, in a recuperacoon, is special. I still don't know, if humans could use it, though."

[sei_what]

"Such a sweet thing you are. Humans use water. But I suppose some commoners do bathe in slime. Ponds and such. What a distasteful thing that must be."

But she stands up and reaches out to ruffle up his hair and give him a tonk-tonk on a horn, which seems to delight her immensely.

"Thank you, Tavros. It's fortunate neither of us need to use the pond, isn't it?" She makes a sly, smirking grimace and flutters her fan goodbye. "I look forward to seeing you again."