The first taste is free!
I never thought I'd end up doing this sort of thing to someone! Core programming kinda took over and I went into some kind of recruitment subroutine-cycle!
Jini wanders in from the far-off shimmerspectre of Theeka's palace, playing an impending sort of little fugue to herself, followed by a flitterscurry of firefly-kittens and clockwork cicadia.
Lupe is standing beside an asleep Ataxia, but she's not looking all that worried over the jackal's sudden bout of sleepiness. Instead, she's just holding a bell in her paw and giving it a faint shake every now and then. Every tone struck by the clapper gets her to laugh softly.
[OOC] Lupe holds up the bell for Charm. :> Each note it plays is supposed to generate a wave of happiness.
Jini grins. "Hi!" she sings, her voice surprisingly unmusical for a Bubble Doll.
Lupe waves over to you from her happiness-induced state; that jackal's tail is just wagging like crazy while the rangy figure pant-grins. "Well, hello there. Who might you be?"
Jini plays a soft little rising fanfare for herself. "I'm Jini, the greatest guitarist the Fever Cathedral ever made!" She does not exactly look like a Cathedralite. "Who're you, and would you ring that bell again a few times? It sounds so wonderful!"
Lupe certainly isn't likely to deny such a request, though she can't fathom why she feels so giddy. Having no knowledge of most of the groups here, she assumes you speak the truth about being a Cathedralite while she sets the clapper to work again. "I'm Lupe, Jini. Recently summoned, often changed, and always looking for the chance to please others."
Jini tilts her head, ears spreading, and grins happily. "Oh! Charm's a good place for you, then. It's all about making each other happy here!
Jini listens a little more, then plays soft music, weaving with the harmonics of the bell, the strings of her guitar warping somewhere in the journey from bridge to rabbit to ear-set speakers into a chorus of bells and flutes, off in some strange distance.
Lupe perks both those ears when that music winds its way into her brain; she's not quite sure, but one bell and one guitar into a bell orchestra? Definitely something to smile over, as if her own instrument's charms aren't enough (pardon the pun). Never very fast or very hard does she play, though; the body of her bell is in the shape of a Doll's crystal heart. "Perhaps, but I'm still trying to find my way here."
Jini sits down beside you, the cable between her body and her guitar bouncing gently off the ground. She keeps on playing, improbably ethereal tones coaxed from her guitar, rising sweeping swirls of music, hints of climax beginning and resolving but falling apart into a silly flurry of chimes before anything might really end. "Do you know where you're going, do you care where you've been?"
Lupe supposes that's a fair question, though there's a clamor of her bell and a wave of happiness half a beat before where it should be. A loon's grin is plastered on a relatively squarish muzzle, though which panting breaths are drawn, while the rangy beast settles into a loose repose before you. "No, and no... All I wish is to make others happy, and the strain of doing such is so great sometimes, that I want to just move on auto-pilot."
Jini laughs, sliding into a cyclical, droning smear of sustain, bells still shimmering now and then in her music. A fireflymousling flits between her and you. "Oh, that can be beautiful and wonderful. I was fully will-less and automatic for a wonderful blur of months when I first settled into the Bubble Doll programming! The only thing I missed, in some tiny remote little corner of my mind, was playing Death-blossom... but it didn't really _matter_, because everything was just so... _nice_!"
Lupe has a brief moment of flashback, recalling dim images of herself in the hours after her summoning, where nothing was old and yet nothing was remembered, either. It all conspires to get a large shiver out of the hyena, along with a few thumps of a short tail against the ground. "Sounds lovely, actually. To just be able to rest and observe myself bringing happiness to others? With the help of this, of course." A small flick of her wrist, the peal of a note off of pure crystal.
Jini shivers a little herself, enough that she has to lift her fingers from the strings for a moment lest she cause a discord. "Mmmm. Oh, it was _wonderful_, wonderful. It wasn't very restful, but it was so not have to decide what to do at _all_."
Lupe smiles and offers a wave of a free paw to Schizzy. "Hello again!" From her own instrument's influence, that tail of hers is wagging back and forth with enough force that smaller creature's might have attained liftoff. To the guitar-player, she utters a small giggle and perks one ear further. "Almost too good to be true, I'd say."
Schizzy disconnected after basic greetings-exchange; I edited her out for a better flow! I hope you don't mind!
Jini shakes her head. "Not at all," she smiles. And as she makes a little glissando of pure tones, Jini's head lifts up suddenly. "I could show you what it's like, miss Lupe," she says, a note of seduction in her voice, little undertones creeping into her music that touch and calm the volition of some 95% of all known mind-structures...
Lupe's already relaxed for the most part, so the undertones have all the effectiveness of sandblasting a soup cracker - there's very little tenseness left in the aftermath. "I think I'd like that."
Jini smiles softly, music lifting Lupe's mind in soft pillows of bliss. "There is no need to decide," she says. "Why should there be? Everyone loves you; who would tell you to do anything bad?" Chords hang in slow echoing sustain for a moment as a latex hand reaches out to lace-clad fur. "Doesn't that feel nice?" The rabbitdoll keeps staring straight into Lupe's eyes, her gaze as loving as her tone of voice.
Lupe takes that ride on a purported bit of pleasant feelings without hesitation, though not without showing effects you may notice. The first of which might be her whimper which barely makes its way past a few notes from the very edge of hearing. Her eyes half-lid, her breath catches... no, nothing she can think of right now would contradict anything in your claim. So that when your paw grazes the floral pattern of her work clothes (as lingerie is a long-forgotten term and meaning), she shivers within her fur... and even then she can't tear herself away from that music and gaze.
Jini's music simplifies slightly, to what can be played by one many-fingered hand on the frets, because her other hand is needed for other purposes - to touch you, to strum your fur as flickeringly as she did the strings of her guitar, to skirt near sensitive places... "It's just so much more wonderful to do whatever people want you to," she breathes, shimmering light and gentle mind-coaxing rhythms and loving latex touch across a nipple all giving you a surge of soft pleasure at that thought.
Lupe is puffing out soft wisps of air from a slow pant that she's taken up - it's like her mind is rebelling at the cool feel of the silk and instead reports that the temperature is raising instead. That you might be the cause of it... well, it never crosses her mind. She wants to ask a question, raise a paw, something to try and lift otherwise leaden limbs, and yet all she can muster is a slight 'mmmhmm' from deep in her throat. She scarcely even dares to breathe, fearful of driving away that fluttering touch like a bird from a newly-placed feeder. And in this case, the little blackened teats pressing up against their confines should be proof enough of where to feed.
Jini plays you, and guitar, at once, the low throbbing pleasure rippling through you the bass and drive to the drifting swirls her hand teases from the strings and the endless miles of circuitry within herself. The colors of Charm swirl around you, shining brighter and more beautiful, the buibbly underscore of happy calls in the distance... Jini smiles, and the whole of your world smiles, as She leans forwards to kiss your throat. "Would you like to go further?" She asks, querying whatever little hint of will and choice may be unswayed by her soothing, entrancing, multi-sensory caress...
Lupe opens her muzzle to say something, anything! But it's as if the kiss has robbed the very voice from her throat... The touches and music, sights, sounds... even the very smell of the place all add and double in upon themselves, seemingly surrounding her with a physical aura of happiness. There is that nugget of self-will, of course, in her seperated wall (which is residing back in Down) - for her own part, she mutely nods a yes, but moves little else.
Jini lifts her guitar from her shoulders, setting it reverently aside on the soft ground, using both hands to play _you_ now. She seeks the touches that will please you, the huge antennae of her ears catching the slightest gasp, perhaps even some part of what serves you as a nervous system. Her mouth moves about you, kissing here and there on your front. When lips purse against a nipple, then depart, they leave it at once tingling and strangely sensationless, for her saliva momentarily is something rubbery and bright-colored and clinging. She looks into your eyes again, humming softly, a simple melody with nothing of the earlier complexity and playfulness of her guitar-playing, just a hypnotic little loop that resonates perfectly with your mind. There's nothing to decide, is there? (Somebody thinks that. Maybe you.) It's so much fun to just relax, and take pleasure in what everyone needs of you.
Lupe actually is being served by one of the implants the ToyMakers use - it's part of how the stone and metal creature can attain organic form. As such, it's a painstaking recreation of a biologic entity, right down to nervous systems and consciousness. Her control is by and large gone by this point, and her pitiful whimpers and mews should be a fitting substitution for the bell chorus of before. Her fish-out-of-water muzzle lolls a mottled tongue at the kiss, with that searing sensation going right through the fabric coverings. So little to think upon, so little to order... it lulls her within your net - making her head start to sway and shoulders to slump. Were she capable of it, she'd apologize for her posture, but even that doesn't rouse the relaxing figure.
Jini is able to use the old, well-refined routines, thanks to that. Showing the remote, hiding wall the no-mind beauty of submission and obedience can wait; the little rabbit's concern now is with the creature of flesh before her, this beautiful, pliable, happy hyena. "Who will you obey?" She murmurs, and the answer rises to your lips, without any conscious thoughtL "Everybody." And Jini smiles at that, the sight of her delight a wonderful, divine thing, accompanied by subsonic urges and expert fluttering touches and a wave of beautiful, perfect pink through your body, mind floating atop it like a cork in a filling water-glass...
Lupe doesn't lift her head from how a cheek-ruff presses against her shoulder in the waning moments of self-will. She can scarcely make out your face in the corner of her vision, but that smile sends a thrill through her like no other, and even breathes a modicum of life back into her smallish tail. There's no answer to be found on her lips, save the one mimed from you. Obey everyone? Of course, should it make them happy.
Jini icks her fingers, then draws spirals about your bosom, something strange in the touch - left in the fur, somehow deposited straight through the lingere, is smooth, clear latex, slowly expanding. "Obedience is wonderful," she says. "Not thinking is bliss." She smiles, and her lmuzzle meets yours, a warm and sensuous kis slowly beginning. The music continues in your mind, slow cycling hums and melodies, a song to dance through every moment to, a song that knows what you should do at any moment, leaving you to simply... enjoy. The way your body tingles with a new eagerness for pleasure, a pleasant anticipatory ache for it and an ovewwhelming flood of it when it comes. From a dextrous and expertly-programmed many-fingered touch, in this case; from who else in the future?
Lupe's distantly aware of the deposits being left in her fur by those wandering touches; the simplistic nervous system is hard to fool in those regards, and that pelt flattens and vanishes under the spreading stain. Whispered commands slip in amidst that music, giving her focus in her unthinking body - she's left in a detached state within herself, wrapped within a blanket of music and words while those eyes continue to look out upon her own body acting without her. She can even hear a mimicry of a cackle-murr come from her throat, though it's muffled into your kiss. Perhaps you've come to take the last breath of free air from her, or merely to sample the soft caress of a short, broad tongue amidst that squared muzzle. Already she can feel the flickers and twitches of limbs that want to act but lack purpose; it's like a fire lapping at the pads of her paws, but without the means or wish to relieve that burning.
Jini takes your will, not your breath, and leaves behind pleasure, nerves tingling in a body halfway cloaked now in soft, pliable, thick latex, gleaming softly in the shifting colored lights of Charm. The rabbit is, herself, only doing what she's been told, showing you the bliss she spends every moment in some measure of, the pleasant anticipation of _waiting for a command_. "Nobody would ever tell you to do anything that would hurt you, lovely girl," She says, as Her shining face moves from your vision, slipping lower, the rabbit's somewhat exaggerated bosom shifting against your fur. "No will, no desire beyond that to please. Just happiness, nothing but happiness." Soft rubber lips kiss your nether fleshy ones. "I love you," She says.
Lupe is also doing what she's been told: precisely nothing, save what is required for her continued existance. Dimly aware is how she would describe her knowledge of the slow creep of that latex over her body - with the flickering of lights and colors about her plus her own lack of movement, she can't see what color it is (if any). Neither can she see you once you slip out of her line of vision; it's a maddening feeling, almost painful in her mind's battle with body, song, and whispered word. Still, scarcely more than a few twitches manifest, perhaps sparked by your lips touching the wisp of fabric hiding darkling lips under a raven thatch of fur. Love? Love is happiness, the most sincere kind... *that* would get a blush out of all the thinly-furred areas, even the portion you kiss.
Jini's hands slide across Lupe, leaving trails of pale yellow latex exuded from her palms, massaged into the hyena's fur, touching her encasing her caressing her loving her, even as Jini's tongue plays soft loops around Lupe's sex. A moment of realization makes the rabbit laugh, and give an order: "You should orgasm as often as you care to." She giggles, and continues her soft worship and transformation of Lupe, probing slowly into her, nimble fingers quivering over her body, pink yellow white glowing pleasure nervefire rippling through the hyena...
Foolsmate wanders back in, feeling unaccountably shy.
Jini looks up for a moment, beaming a radiant smile at Foolsmate. "Hello, sir!" she purrs. "She wanted to learn what it's like to have no will. Like me!"
Foolsmate stands and ponders. "If neither of you have will, where do your ideas come from?"
You say, "You don't need will to be creative! And I'm under general orders to spread beauty and love, like any Doll."
Foolsmate relaxes visibly. "Oh, well, as long as that's clear, we don't need to go into the semantics of where will begins and ends."
Lupe is confined into her prison, comprised of her own still body, for seeming minutes, hours... it's hard to guage time when ones mind registers a touch, then plays it over and over again on a mental replay. That those touches seek to further entomb her within that spreading shell of canary latex adds a definite spice to all the attentions, and gives her cause to flicker those coated muscles. Mentally, though, she's a wreck: all of the waiting, the anticipation of having an order to follow - it's burned away a large potion of her just in that waiting. Now that she has that order, she'll fulfill it with abandon! So that while Jini nuzzle and probes at her sex with that tongue, the hyena starts to whimper and moan... both her own mind and that tongue each gnaw at her body, driving it to climax quite swiftly indeed. A moment of relaxing... and then another... and again. Just enough pause from one to another to keep her from burning herself out and succumbing to the darkness.
I would've offered her to Foolsmate at this point, but it was determined that players were getting sleepy. Oh well! There's other chances!
Jini nods happily at Foolsmate, and returns to making Lupe's emptiness a blissed-out Nirvana of the body. Something sinks into her from the rabbit's fingers, something that tickles her nerves, a hint of the enhancements Jini recieved long ago. The rabbit slips up Lupe's body, holding her close, curling about her, supporting her, whispering sweet songs of bliss and emptiness and obedience, telling her how wonderful it feels, to be like this for months, to do _anything_, to be everyone's ready toy and only some little corner of her self still aware, sitting back and watching with bliss...
Jini half-covers Lupe in yellow, slippery sheen of caution and passion, giving her a hint of the look so often coordinated with this state of mind, and one suitable to her semi-adopted new home of Charm...
Foolsmate walks around behind Lupe. "I wonder, then, what would happen if I were sculpted around her. We are both art; would we feel together whatever I choose to do in a shared, mixed-media body?"
Lupe is so busily floating on a self-imposed sea of bliss from that one command rippling through her, that one could drive a truck into her and she wouldn't be aware of it. The small whatever-it-was? Completely missed. But then, there's not much the somewhat empty 'yena could say or do one way or the other even if she were aware; she hasn't been told to notice, after all. The thoughts are all she's left with, wrapped tightly within her bliss and song to where it restrains her in place. Perhaps so much as a uluating moan pushes past her throat for the bunny's ears.
Jini shivers, her body quite sympathetic to the hyena, blue gloves of hands squeezing her tightly. And she smiles softly, purring suggestions, slowly bringing her down to a wider sense of the world: _Process what your senses tell you - be aware of opportunities to increase others' pleasure..._ And most likely she samples that moan for later use. Even amidst this, music drives her deep.
Jini leaves little subtle bits of neurolinguistic programming, little clusters of lovingly invading nanoassemblers, along with the partial sheathing of yellow - feedback loops, reinforcements, new shapes of thought for the next few days. The loving, servile mind of a Bubble Doll will be Lupe's world for a time, the bliss of not being able to think anything negative, a nervous system tuned for exquisite peaks of pleasure. Bliss, no-mind, love. Obedience, and cleverness in that. And when it slowly unwinds from her, it will be slow, and pleasant, leaving behind wonderful clouds of memory...
Lupe slumps into that holding embrace, as control slips, pleasure overruns her, and her brain simply fries... Probably looks like she took a header into a barrel of latex, but she scarcely minds that or anything else. For now, rest. Rest, and the wonderful blankness of pleasant dreams.
Then some OOC tips on How to Be A Bubble Doll. It's not just the sex! It's spreading happiness!
Jini wanders in from the far-off shimmerspectre of Theeka's palace, playing an impending sort of little fugue to herself, followed by a flitterscurry of firefly-kittens and clockwork cicadia.
Lupe is standing beside an asleep Ataxia, but she's not looking all that worried over the jackal's sudden bout of sleepiness. Instead, she's just holding a bell in her paw and giving it a faint shake every now and then. Every tone struck by the clapper gets her to laugh softly.
[OOC] Lupe holds up the bell for Charm. :> Each note it plays is supposed to generate a wave of happiness.
Jini grins. "Hi!" she sings, her voice surprisingly unmusical for a Bubble Doll.
Lupe waves over to you from her happiness-induced state; that jackal's tail is just wagging like crazy while the rangy figure pant-grins. "Well, hello there. Who might you be?"
Jini plays a soft little rising fanfare for herself. "I'm Jini, the greatest guitarist the Fever Cathedral ever made!" She does not exactly look like a Cathedralite. "Who're you, and would you ring that bell again a few times? It sounds so wonderful!"
Lupe certainly isn't likely to deny such a request, though she can't fathom why she feels so giddy. Having no knowledge of most of the groups here, she assumes you speak the truth about being a Cathedralite while she sets the clapper to work again. "I'm Lupe, Jini. Recently summoned, often changed, and always looking for the chance to please others."
Jini tilts her head, ears spreading, and grins happily. "Oh! Charm's a good place for you, then. It's all about making each other happy here!
Jini listens a little more, then plays soft music, weaving with the harmonics of the bell, the strings of her guitar warping somewhere in the journey from bridge to rabbit to ear-set speakers into a chorus of bells and flutes, off in some strange distance.
Lupe perks both those ears when that music winds its way into her brain; she's not quite sure, but one bell and one guitar into a bell orchestra? Definitely something to smile over, as if her own instrument's charms aren't enough (pardon the pun). Never very fast or very hard does she play, though; the body of her bell is in the shape of a Doll's crystal heart. "Perhaps, but I'm still trying to find my way here."
Jini sits down beside you, the cable between her body and her guitar bouncing gently off the ground. She keeps on playing, improbably ethereal tones coaxed from her guitar, rising sweeping swirls of music, hints of climax beginning and resolving but falling apart into a silly flurry of chimes before anything might really end. "Do you know where you're going, do you care where you've been?"
Lupe supposes that's a fair question, though there's a clamor of her bell and a wave of happiness half a beat before where it should be. A loon's grin is plastered on a relatively squarish muzzle, though which panting breaths are drawn, while the rangy beast settles into a loose repose before you. "No, and no... All I wish is to make others happy, and the strain of doing such is so great sometimes, that I want to just move on auto-pilot."
Jini laughs, sliding into a cyclical, droning smear of sustain, bells still shimmering now and then in her music. A fireflymousling flits between her and you. "Oh, that can be beautiful and wonderful. I was fully will-less and automatic for a wonderful blur of months when I first settled into the Bubble Doll programming! The only thing I missed, in some tiny remote little corner of my mind, was playing Death-blossom... but it didn't really _matter_, because everything was just so... _nice_!"
Lupe has a brief moment of flashback, recalling dim images of herself in the hours after her summoning, where nothing was old and yet nothing was remembered, either. It all conspires to get a large shiver out of the hyena, along with a few thumps of a short tail against the ground. "Sounds lovely, actually. To just be able to rest and observe myself bringing happiness to others? With the help of this, of course." A small flick of her wrist, the peal of a note off of pure crystal.
Jini shivers a little herself, enough that she has to lift her fingers from the strings for a moment lest she cause a discord. "Mmmm. Oh, it was _wonderful_, wonderful. It wasn't very restful, but it was so not have to decide what to do at _all_."
Lupe smiles and offers a wave of a free paw to Schizzy. "Hello again!" From her own instrument's influence, that tail of hers is wagging back and forth with enough force that smaller creature's might have attained liftoff. To the guitar-player, she utters a small giggle and perks one ear further. "Almost too good to be true, I'd say."
Schizzy disconnected after basic greetings-exchange; I edited her out for a better flow! I hope you don't mind!
Jini shakes her head. "Not at all," she smiles. And as she makes a little glissando of pure tones, Jini's head lifts up suddenly. "I could show you what it's like, miss Lupe," she says, a note of seduction in her voice, little undertones creeping into her music that touch and calm the volition of some 95% of all known mind-structures...
Lupe's already relaxed for the most part, so the undertones have all the effectiveness of sandblasting a soup cracker - there's very little tenseness left in the aftermath. "I think I'd like that."
Jini smiles softly, music lifting Lupe's mind in soft pillows of bliss. "There is no need to decide," she says. "Why should there be? Everyone loves you; who would tell you to do anything bad?" Chords hang in slow echoing sustain for a moment as a latex hand reaches out to lace-clad fur. "Doesn't that feel nice?" The rabbitdoll keeps staring straight into Lupe's eyes, her gaze as loving as her tone of voice.
Lupe takes that ride on a purported bit of pleasant feelings without hesitation, though not without showing effects you may notice. The first of which might be her whimper which barely makes its way past a few notes from the very edge of hearing. Her eyes half-lid, her breath catches... no, nothing she can think of right now would contradict anything in your claim. So that when your paw grazes the floral pattern of her work clothes (as lingerie is a long-forgotten term and meaning), she shivers within her fur... and even then she can't tear herself away from that music and gaze.
Jini's music simplifies slightly, to what can be played by one many-fingered hand on the frets, because her other hand is needed for other purposes - to touch you, to strum your fur as flickeringly as she did the strings of her guitar, to skirt near sensitive places... "It's just so much more wonderful to do whatever people want you to," she breathes, shimmering light and gentle mind-coaxing rhythms and loving latex touch across a nipple all giving you a surge of soft pleasure at that thought.
Lupe is puffing out soft wisps of air from a slow pant that she's taken up - it's like her mind is rebelling at the cool feel of the silk and instead reports that the temperature is raising instead. That you might be the cause of it... well, it never crosses her mind. She wants to ask a question, raise a paw, something to try and lift otherwise leaden limbs, and yet all she can muster is a slight 'mmmhmm' from deep in her throat. She scarcely even dares to breathe, fearful of driving away that fluttering touch like a bird from a newly-placed feeder. And in this case, the little blackened teats pressing up against their confines should be proof enough of where to feed.
Jini plays you, and guitar, at once, the low throbbing pleasure rippling through you the bass and drive to the drifting swirls her hand teases from the strings and the endless miles of circuitry within herself. The colors of Charm swirl around you, shining brighter and more beautiful, the buibbly underscore of happy calls in the distance... Jini smiles, and the whole of your world smiles, as She leans forwards to kiss your throat. "Would you like to go further?" She asks, querying whatever little hint of will and choice may be unswayed by her soothing, entrancing, multi-sensory caress...
Lupe opens her muzzle to say something, anything! But it's as if the kiss has robbed the very voice from her throat... The touches and music, sights, sounds... even the very smell of the place all add and double in upon themselves, seemingly surrounding her with a physical aura of happiness. There is that nugget of self-will, of course, in her seperated wall (which is residing back in Down) - for her own part, she mutely nods a yes, but moves little else.
Jini lifts her guitar from her shoulders, setting it reverently aside on the soft ground, using both hands to play _you_ now. She seeks the touches that will please you, the huge antennae of her ears catching the slightest gasp, perhaps even some part of what serves you as a nervous system. Her mouth moves about you, kissing here and there on your front. When lips purse against a nipple, then depart, they leave it at once tingling and strangely sensationless, for her saliva momentarily is something rubbery and bright-colored and clinging. She looks into your eyes again, humming softly, a simple melody with nothing of the earlier complexity and playfulness of her guitar-playing, just a hypnotic little loop that resonates perfectly with your mind. There's nothing to decide, is there? (Somebody thinks that. Maybe you.) It's so much fun to just relax, and take pleasure in what everyone needs of you.
Lupe actually is being served by one of the implants the ToyMakers use - it's part of how the stone and metal creature can attain organic form. As such, it's a painstaking recreation of a biologic entity, right down to nervous systems and consciousness. Her control is by and large gone by this point, and her pitiful whimpers and mews should be a fitting substitution for the bell chorus of before. Her fish-out-of-water muzzle lolls a mottled tongue at the kiss, with that searing sensation going right through the fabric coverings. So little to think upon, so little to order... it lulls her within your net - making her head start to sway and shoulders to slump. Were she capable of it, she'd apologize for her posture, but even that doesn't rouse the relaxing figure.
Jini is able to use the old, well-refined routines, thanks to that. Showing the remote, hiding wall the no-mind beauty of submission and obedience can wait; the little rabbit's concern now is with the creature of flesh before her, this beautiful, pliable, happy hyena. "Who will you obey?" She murmurs, and the answer rises to your lips, without any conscious thoughtL "Everybody." And Jini smiles at that, the sight of her delight a wonderful, divine thing, accompanied by subsonic urges and expert fluttering touches and a wave of beautiful, perfect pink through your body, mind floating atop it like a cork in a filling water-glass...
Lupe doesn't lift her head from how a cheek-ruff presses against her shoulder in the waning moments of self-will. She can scarcely make out your face in the corner of her vision, but that smile sends a thrill through her like no other, and even breathes a modicum of life back into her smallish tail. There's no answer to be found on her lips, save the one mimed from you. Obey everyone? Of course, should it make them happy.
Jini icks her fingers, then draws spirals about your bosom, something strange in the touch - left in the fur, somehow deposited straight through the lingere, is smooth, clear latex, slowly expanding. "Obedience is wonderful," she says. "Not thinking is bliss." She smiles, and her lmuzzle meets yours, a warm and sensuous kis slowly beginning. The music continues in your mind, slow cycling hums and melodies, a song to dance through every moment to, a song that knows what you should do at any moment, leaving you to simply... enjoy. The way your body tingles with a new eagerness for pleasure, a pleasant anticipatory ache for it and an ovewwhelming flood of it when it comes. From a dextrous and expertly-programmed many-fingered touch, in this case; from who else in the future?
Lupe's distantly aware of the deposits being left in her fur by those wandering touches; the simplistic nervous system is hard to fool in those regards, and that pelt flattens and vanishes under the spreading stain. Whispered commands slip in amidst that music, giving her focus in her unthinking body - she's left in a detached state within herself, wrapped within a blanket of music and words while those eyes continue to look out upon her own body acting without her. She can even hear a mimicry of a cackle-murr come from her throat, though it's muffled into your kiss. Perhaps you've come to take the last breath of free air from her, or merely to sample the soft caress of a short, broad tongue amidst that squared muzzle. Already she can feel the flickers and twitches of limbs that want to act but lack purpose; it's like a fire lapping at the pads of her paws, but without the means or wish to relieve that burning.
Jini takes your will, not your breath, and leaves behind pleasure, nerves tingling in a body halfway cloaked now in soft, pliable, thick latex, gleaming softly in the shifting colored lights of Charm. The rabbit is, herself, only doing what she's been told, showing you the bliss she spends every moment in some measure of, the pleasant anticipation of _waiting for a command_. "Nobody would ever tell you to do anything that would hurt you, lovely girl," She says, as Her shining face moves from your vision, slipping lower, the rabbit's somewhat exaggerated bosom shifting against your fur. "No will, no desire beyond that to please. Just happiness, nothing but happiness." Soft rubber lips kiss your nether fleshy ones. "I love you," She says.
Lupe is also doing what she's been told: precisely nothing, save what is required for her continued existance. Dimly aware is how she would describe her knowledge of the slow creep of that latex over her body - with the flickering of lights and colors about her plus her own lack of movement, she can't see what color it is (if any). Neither can she see you once you slip out of her line of vision; it's a maddening feeling, almost painful in her mind's battle with body, song, and whispered word. Still, scarcely more than a few twitches manifest, perhaps sparked by your lips touching the wisp of fabric hiding darkling lips under a raven thatch of fur. Love? Love is happiness, the most sincere kind... *that* would get a blush out of all the thinly-furred areas, even the portion you kiss.
Jini's hands slide across Lupe, leaving trails of pale yellow latex exuded from her palms, massaged into the hyena's fur, touching her encasing her caressing her loving her, even as Jini's tongue plays soft loops around Lupe's sex. A moment of realization makes the rabbit laugh, and give an order: "You should orgasm as often as you care to." She giggles, and continues her soft worship and transformation of Lupe, probing slowly into her, nimble fingers quivering over her body, pink yellow white glowing pleasure nervefire rippling through the hyena...
Foolsmate wanders back in, feeling unaccountably shy.
Jini looks up for a moment, beaming a radiant smile at Foolsmate. "Hello, sir!" she purrs. "She wanted to learn what it's like to have no will. Like me!"
Foolsmate stands and ponders. "If neither of you have will, where do your ideas come from?"
You say, "You don't need will to be creative! And I'm under general orders to spread beauty and love, like any Doll."
Foolsmate relaxes visibly. "Oh, well, as long as that's clear, we don't need to go into the semantics of where will begins and ends."
Lupe is confined into her prison, comprised of her own still body, for seeming minutes, hours... it's hard to guage time when ones mind registers a touch, then plays it over and over again on a mental replay. That those touches seek to further entomb her within that spreading shell of canary latex adds a definite spice to all the attentions, and gives her cause to flicker those coated muscles. Mentally, though, she's a wreck: all of the waiting, the anticipation of having an order to follow - it's burned away a large potion of her just in that waiting. Now that she has that order, she'll fulfill it with abandon! So that while Jini nuzzle and probes at her sex with that tongue, the hyena starts to whimper and moan... both her own mind and that tongue each gnaw at her body, driving it to climax quite swiftly indeed. A moment of relaxing... and then another... and again. Just enough pause from one to another to keep her from burning herself out and succumbing to the darkness.
I would've offered her to Foolsmate at this point, but it was determined that players were getting sleepy. Oh well! There's other chances!
Jini nods happily at Foolsmate, and returns to making Lupe's emptiness a blissed-out Nirvana of the body. Something sinks into her from the rabbit's fingers, something that tickles her nerves, a hint of the enhancements Jini recieved long ago. The rabbit slips up Lupe's body, holding her close, curling about her, supporting her, whispering sweet songs of bliss and emptiness and obedience, telling her how wonderful it feels, to be like this for months, to do _anything_, to be everyone's ready toy and only some little corner of her self still aware, sitting back and watching with bliss...
Jini half-covers Lupe in yellow, slippery sheen of caution and passion, giving her a hint of the look so often coordinated with this state of mind, and one suitable to her semi-adopted new home of Charm...
Foolsmate walks around behind Lupe. "I wonder, then, what would happen if I were sculpted around her. We are both art; would we feel together whatever I choose to do in a shared, mixed-media body?"
Lupe is so busily floating on a self-imposed sea of bliss from that one command rippling through her, that one could drive a truck into her and she wouldn't be aware of it. The small whatever-it-was? Completely missed. But then, there's not much the somewhat empty 'yena could say or do one way or the other even if she were aware; she hasn't been told to notice, after all. The thoughts are all she's left with, wrapped tightly within her bliss and song to where it restrains her in place. Perhaps so much as a uluating moan pushes past her throat for the bunny's ears.
Jini shivers, her body quite sympathetic to the hyena, blue gloves of hands squeezing her tightly. And she smiles softly, purring suggestions, slowly bringing her down to a wider sense of the world: _Process what your senses tell you - be aware of opportunities to increase others' pleasure..._ And most likely she samples that moan for later use. Even amidst this, music drives her deep.
Jini leaves little subtle bits of neurolinguistic programming, little clusters of lovingly invading nanoassemblers, along with the partial sheathing of yellow - feedback loops, reinforcements, new shapes of thought for the next few days. The loving, servile mind of a Bubble Doll will be Lupe's world for a time, the bliss of not being able to think anything negative, a nervous system tuned for exquisite peaks of pleasure. Bliss, no-mind, love. Obedience, and cleverness in that. And when it slowly unwinds from her, it will be slow, and pleasant, leaving behind wonderful clouds of memory...
Lupe slumps into that holding embrace, as control slips, pleasure overruns her, and her brain simply fries... Probably looks like she took a header into a barrel of latex, but she scarcely minds that or anything else. For now, rest. Rest, and the wonderful blankness of pleasant dreams.
Then some OOC tips on How to Be A Bubble Doll. It's not just the sex! It's spreading happiness!