E8: Owls and Cows

Mervana marched through the woods, turning the path and fauna frosty with each stride. Arkayda flew behind her, making sure Nabu stayed deep within her tails. "Mistress!" she said, catching Nabu's hat slipping out again. "Why not call Namaru to make the journey quicker?"

"Because my loyal fox spirit, Namaru disrespected the gods with her tastes."

"Aren't you a god?"

"Exactly," Mervana said, putting a finger up like a professor. "By that metric, Seika and Nabu were also gods, and Mizuki is a newfound god. Meaning by us getting disrespected by her, gods were disrespected."

"Mistress, but we aren't powerful enough to be called gods."

"We are to the humans, and trust me! That is enough for even Sana to be a god," Mervana said. They came across a tower that rose to the top of the canopy. It was sculpted from what seemed to be a massive tree trunk, hollowed out and finely carved. A pointy spire pushed through the leaves, poking out to catch the sun before it was blocked by the browning leaves. A single door could be found, with a block knob and nothing else.

"Nabu really needs to get a better entrance," Arkayda said, opening the door for Mervana.

"This is just our entrance, the real hall of records is much nicer," Mervana said. The place was completely dark, safe for the light that poured in from the outdoors. "Go on, do you mind glowing for a bit?"

"Not at all," Arkayda said cheerfully, her tails lighting up like fire. She flew inside, her blue light illuminating the inside of the tower. It was a spiral staircase all the way down, to a faint light that could barely be seen with the naked eye. "Why so long down?"

"In case mortals came by. She says it makes her home look more like an ancient crypt than a living space."

"Even her bedroom?"

"Marsaw will play the lethal guardian and shoo them off from there," the kitsune answered, hopping down the middle instead of taking the stairs. She floated down like there were balloons hanging from her kimono, touching down onto the stone floor effortlessly. "The door is still open," Arkayda said, "Should I…"

"Close it? Yes." Mervana said, walking into the darkness while Arkyada went back up. She held out her hands, sliding along the walls while she traveled. After about several paces She felt something metal and smiled, feeling around it until she felt a handle. She grunted while picking the metal thing up, taking her pipe out to slide its side against the metal. Sparks few until one swipe got the lantern to light, the flame hovering above half-melted candle wax. "There we go," Mervana said, holding the lantern up to her surroundings. Before her were tall shelves of books and records, going from the floor to the ceiling where the underground structure met ground. There only ambience was wind that managed to blow its way down and circulate around the library rows. She walked down the lane, looking at the covers of the books she passed. Most were scrolls, some were just bundles of thin tablets or paper held by adhesive or string, but a few were lucky enough to have a spine, maybe even a sturdy cover.

"Damn library...where was your room again," she complained, her voice echoing down the hall. One of the shelves shook beside her, making her step to the side in fright. "Arkayda?" she asked. "If this is another one of your jokes, wait till we get back to the resort…" Her ears were more alert, twitching at each noise and breeze. She had a small frown and a more urgent pace, her tails bundling around Nabu's body tighter.

All of a sudden, a faster and harsher breeze blew over her, blowing her kimono and hair out forth. More books fell beside her as she turned the lantern, frantically trying to locate her kitsune-bi. "Stop that! Before I assimilate you into myself! I'll keep you down for a month!"

"The halls answered her back, with more wind rushing into her. It was like a hurricane had decided to strike only in that row, making Mervana stagger back. Her hand turned frozen as she swiped in front of her in a wide arc, sending a blade of ice flying like a bullet forward. It cut through the air and went beyond the candlelight, taking a moment before it could be heard shattering against the end of the hall.

"Two months!"

"Hooooo…." went the dark abyss, as if daring to torture her with an answer. 'Wait, a owl hoot?' Mervana thought, sweat beading down her forehead. 'Why would there be an owl in here, the only one that hoots is…' Her train of thought stopped upon hearing a flurring of wings and feathers land, loose brown feathers falling all around her. She raised the lantern and looked up, seeing yellow eyes and a face encased in brown feathers and hair. "Hoo~" Mervana shrieked and fell on her knees, clutching her chest to stop her rapid heartbeat. "Marsaw, why were you just in the dark?"

"Hooot," The owl mage said, hopping over to her tail side to pull Nabu out of her of tails. "Hoo?"

"She's tired, the dumb goat woman keeps traveling too much." Mervana, free of anything being stored in her tails, sat on her ass while her body snapped out of flight mode. "I am too old to be being scared like this…."

"Hooo." Marsaw said, cradling Nabu in her arms. Even as the fur made her look as large as a standing bear, Nabu still dwarfed her in height, her legs dangling off of Marsaw's wings like the bed was too short to rest on.

"Do you even have pastimes you do while she's gone?" Mervana said, using one of the bookshelves to pull herself back up. "Or do you just wait in darkness and scare her?"

"Hoo."

"Of course. I am going to need tea…" Mervana said, walking back with the lantern. Marsaw walked off, knowing where she was going perfectly. She maneuvered between book aisles to the end of the library, going through a door and lighting the candles. She had gotten into Nabu's sleeping space, laying her down on her plain white bed and pulling the blanket over her. "Hoot…"

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With Nabu safely in her room, she left the hall of records, coming out through the main entrance. It was a temple of marble columns, arranged around a circle with nothing but a stand and a book. A platform shifted back behind the stand, Marsaw poking a wing through and hopping through the hole, before pulling the platform back into place on the ground. "Hoot," she said satisfied, flying off. She totally had things to do, unlike Mervana thinks, and she was going to take you, the reader, along with her to-

"Hoot!"

Oh right, fourth wall break. *Clear throat*

Marsaw went off, flying through the trees around the temple. It was part of her duties, to monitor the state of the temple. Technically, Nabu stated that the humans, as long as they survived the trip into the hall of records, were free to find all the knowledge they crave down. Marsaw narrows her eyes and digs her neck into her neck feathers each time Nabu says that.

"Hoot…" Humans in a yokai's place? It seemed way too ridiculous to her. She flew around faster, trying to drown her feelings into the blur of her from going around in circles. She has had to fish too many humans out of traps. The number of how many could be counted on her left claw, but it was already too much for her. What could someone could die to fire could possibly due with something recorded in the language of the sun?

There at least one idiot though, that made her guarding of the temple worth it.

She perched herself on her favorite spot on the outer wall of the temple, narrowing her eyes to focus on a small part of her vision. 2 miles out, there was a being that vibed around, that did nothing but whatever her smol brain decided to enjoy. She had small nubby horns like a calf's, rising up 3 inches off her head and curling back lightly. She was a shortstack, only coming up to Marsaw's belly. Her skin was fair, with faded green-white hair that was always messy and coming down to her back. Today was also one of the rare days she bothered to wear something over her body. Marsaw had never gone over there to hoot at her, but it was a nice reprieve to watch someone enjoy the simplicity of life and nature.

Although, watching someone out of boredom would drag questions out as your mind wandered from no activity happening for one to react to. Where does she get clothes? Why live in the woods? What is that dot on her body that Marsaw keeps seeing, but her eyes can't focus hard enough to make out? She is obviously not a normal Holstaur; nothing she has done has indicated any horniness or lactation at all.

Maybe she just hasn't gotten close enough.

But for that, she would have to leave the perimeter of the temple. She looked back at the fairness of the walls and the columns, supporting the marble design that has held for centuries of data collecting. If a certain dark mage had gazed this, she would have probably orgasmed from how much she could introvert it up in there without human contact….

But back to Marsaw, who was still internally debating. Hoots wandered around her head, giving reasons for and against seeing the cowgirl over there. 'Hoot hoot hoot' was really convincing, but 'hoot hoot hoot' raised a good point about staying back.

It was neck and neck, but one hoot seemed to stick out among the others. The hoot that could not be countered:

'If you go, maybe you will discover something new for Nabu….'

It was tempting for Marsaw. It would benefit Nabu, who is already busy with documenting everything day to day, and the hall of records as a whole. A discovered species, just vibing and enjoying herself on the forest grass, just waits out there for Marsaw. All she had to do, was leap off her comfortable branch…

She nervously hopped around, stretching her limbs to prepare for the flight. She was no deity, but she was a mamono and yokai regardless - she could cover 2 miles fast, but whether it would be fast enough for her was another story. She extended her wings to their full length, the wing span looking as long as a boat as she adjusted once more and bent her knees. Like a spring she jumped off, keeping her wings wide for a moment of flight adjustment before folding and straightening her body like a dart. She was now nothing but a fluffy arrow cutting over the forest, watching as the cowgirl's body grew in resolution the closer she got to her.

She crashed down through the trees, sending branches aside on a beeline on top of the cowgirl. Right before she was about to crash, she extended her wings once more, air breaking herself to an instant stop as the wind continued its journey into the small girl's face. "Hoo!"

She saw the cowgirl look up, clutching her sweater while she looked at the newcomer owl. "Hoo," Marsaw said again, trying to get words out of her mouth. The cowgirl only keep staring up, as quiet as kid up past her bedtime.

After a third hoot, she gave up getting her to talk. Maybe the small woman was just shy or scared. That made sense to the owl mage, but, there was only one way to find out then from here. Marsaw slowly shuffled closer, testing to see if she would move away. She put her wings forth out once she was a few feet out, sliding them to the sides of the lass and plucking her off the ground. "Hoot?" The smol girl mooed back immediately.

"Hoo?"

"Mooo."

"....Hoot." Marsaw ended up preferring that she only mooed, rather than someone who spoke a full language. She gathered her belongings, which were only some food and a few random articles of clothing on the ground, and stuffed them under her feathers before taking off with the girl. She took her back to the temple, flying past her branch from before and landing in the center. "Hoot," she said, telling the cowgirl to stay still beside her. She took the book in her wings, hooting five times while reading one of the pages. Runes appeared one by one along the edge of the circle, the platform from before sliding open with a chime once all the runes were glowing. She promptly put the book back and picked up the moo, hopping down into the hall of records once more.

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"Marsaaaaw!" Nabu said, calling out to her Owl Mage from her room. She had just woken up, slightly disoriented from being moved in a bushel of fox tail "Are you there?"

A loud hoot reverberated back, echoing through the halls. Nabu nodded and clapped twice, a candle lighting in her room hundreds of flames lighting throughout the library. She walked out of her room, standing at the top of the stairs that lead down to the main floor. "Marsaw? You would usually be watching me sleep…" she said, heading down the steps and walking along the ends of the rows. She found Marsaw, hovering in the air while scanning the scrolls and books high up. "Marsaw!"

"Hoot." She found a scroll she liked and pulled it out with her mouth, letting it drop to where her feet claws could snag it before it fell to the ground. "Hoot?"

"You are doing research? Making a contribution to the hall I see." Nabu nodded approvingly, rubbing her chin while smiling. "Well then, do not let me distract your studies." Nabu walked away, headed for the main entrance to the temple. Marsaw took her scroll and went to the far corner of the hall, where she put down the cowgirl and all her belongings. The Owl Mage landed and sat down in front of the moo. Her amber eyes caught the stranger's near-black ones. "Moo?"

"Hoo." Marsaw grabbed her, turning her too and fro like she was finding the label to a toy. Strangely, she found one; a small charm with a long, thin chain that was h idden under her sweater. The only thing on it though, was the number 28. She looked at the charm, then the cowgirl, then back at the charm. She realized she couldn't exactly get a name that she could call her….28 it was then.

The next order of business for her was to figure out the species. Marsaw opened her scroll, using her physical appearance to cross-reference her to all the pictures of monsters and monster girls. As she thought, the only one that came close was the holstaur, but 28 just seemed way too short and too docile to be certain she was. Marsaw took off her sweater to see if there was anythin special under her clothing, but it was just the normal body that came with being a shortstack; A nice, slightly chubby human body. There was a holstaur tail, but anyone can have a tail nowadays….

28 stared up at Marsaw while the Owl read through the scroll. Marsaw caught a glimpse of her mindless watching, suddenly feeling pressured on by her eyes. She buried her eyes into the book, but each time she looked up, the holstaur-look alike was looking up. "Hoot," Marsaw said, excusing herself to go get another book. It was partly to take a break free from perceived judgement, but whatever let the owl hoot at night.

Not that it was worth the effort. The next book didn't yielded any clear conclusions either. No description of any humanoid could perfectly represent the cowgirl in front of her. The next time she came back, she came with an empty scroll, and a quill with the feather end held between her lips. She unrolled a bit of the scroll and started writing, documenting everything she knew so far. As she was writing by moving her head, she didn't notice 28 coming closer to her, crawling on all fours to get a good view of the characters she was writing on the scroll. She knocked her hair-feather covered head against 28's chest, instantly ducking back and staring at the cowgirl.

"Moo?" 28 questioned, wanting Marsaw to keep writing. She didn't get what put Marsaw off, but watching her draw with the quill was pretty compelling for her. Marsaw, on the other hand, made shooing motions with her wings, wanted 28 to move back so she didn't bump into the naked woman. "Hoot." 28 didn't move, so Marsaw moved her for her, scooting her a foot back before going back to writing on the paper. 28 just moved in again, Marsaw unable to sit up with the back of head pressing into 28's soft belly.

The Owl Mage moved her to her side this time. 28 closed in once more, but this time, it wasn't intrusive enough to Marsaw to warrant another hoo. She kept her crocheting position, holding the scroll still with her wings while writing.

Some time later, Marsaw felt some wiggling under her. She realized that 28 had gotten under her, pressing herself into a makeshift spoon. Her feathers were rather warm, Marsaw thought. Maybe she just needed clothes…

Clothes she would go find then. She stopped writing and sat up, getting a confused look from 28. She mooed, wondering if the Owl Mage was done drawing. "Hoot."

"Moooo?"

"Hoot, Hoo hoo." Marsaw wrapped her wings around 28, getting satisfactory nuzzles into her chest feathers. She lifted 28 up, keeping her enraptured in her cuddle hold while shuffling over to Nabu's room. Full on walking was an option, but when was the last time she, or any old owl walked the full trip?

Nabu had thankfully left the lights on before leaving for her duties, so the only things left for Marsaw were to dress up her Moo-er. She got to the bed, and started trying to pull her away, but 28 had found a good hug against her. Her wings were useless for applying pressure in precise places, and were too loose and fluffy to effectively squeeze between her and 28 to try prying. Shaking was tempting, but she minded the cowgirl getting hurt. It hadn't done anything to deserve a scratch, and a scratch it wasn't going to get.

Marsaw chose the waiting option, letting 28 snuggle herself out against her. Eventually, 28 did pull off her….

...only to pull Marsaw to the bed to snuggle more. Marsaw watched her try to bring her by force, then gave up and hop on the bed on her own terms. 28 seemed happy that she went along with the idea, climbing on top of Marsaw and laying her down on the bed. She took the wings and turned them into covers, laying on the owl and using her large chest as a pillow.

Marsaw merely watched, letting the 3 or 4 foot cowgirl take the reigns. She was never one for physical contact, although that was partly on the isolation of being a guardian. She didn't react when she felt her thighs get rubbed, her body doing the responding for her and flushing her cheeks red. She eventually felt something moist against her fur, something that smelled like lust and watermelons….

28 mooed and sighed all at once, her cheek flat against Marsaw's chest. Marsaw realized that 28 had gotten horny from the contact, and that weird feeling against her thigh were the lips of her pussy sliding back and forth along her skin. Her eyes were closed as she clutched Marsaw's sides, wiggling her ass as she rubbed herself more against her.

Marsaw wondered if she should be doing anything, the fruity scent getting up into her nose. She got the urge to get more grabby, her wings curling around 28's body more like a feathery bed burrito. 28 scooted up to Marsaw's face, touching nose to nose and smiling with flushing cheeks as well.

"Hoot," Marsaw asked, wondering if 28 had any specific "requests" she wanted to be fulfilled, with the wet pussy and all. One moo was all she needed, as she let go of her and turned her around, facing 28 the other way. She spread her thighs, getting a peak at the cowgirl's pussy. It was pleasant on her nose, bring thoughts forth to dive right into her soft, supple flesh. For how much the cowgirl didn't talk, she definitely somehow knew what Marsaw was thinking, because the small-bodied moo pushed her pussy into the Owl Mage's mouth. She couldn't even hoot against it. It would just mean opening her mouth to the moist flesh before her….

"Moooooo….." the 28 sighed, settling back down over her chest while her ass was safely rooted on Marsaw's mouth. She seemed ready to sleep there even, yawning and nestling herself into her bed of feathers.

"Hoot," Came the muffled questioning from Marsaw. Her face was flushing red, catching the heat her pussy radiated. 28 just nodded and went back to lazying about. Was this just a game to her? The owl mage thought. Some lewd, awkward game? Doesn't she know yokai are above sexual encounters?

Apparently not, since her pussy was still in her face. Mind went back to overpowering her off, but she didn't want to cause any unwanted damage to the shortstack. There was only one reasonable way out of this, and that was plugging her relatively tiny hole with her tongue.

28's eyes opened when Marsaw started lavishing her pussy. Her face grew a cozy smile, as she pressed her pussy harder. Her plump lips parted on Marsaw, squishing and rubbing against each other and her nose. Owl wings shifted up to her waist, gripping as hard as they could before Marsaw shoved her tongue as deep as it could go. Her eyes were shut tight, putting all her focus into licking 28's inner canal. A moan here and there slipped through her mouth, all of the noise ending up as just further vibrations inside 28's cunt.

Finally, she pulled up for oxygen, my mouth smelling like the cowgirl's nethers. 28 was just looking back at her, smiling with a red blush of her own.

"H-hoot?" Marsaw said, feeling like a deer in headlights. She wondered if her tongue was terrible, if that her lack of sexual skill was never gonna free her from having a vagina smothering her face. She desperately went back to work, moving her oral limb haphazardly and all over. She worked feverishly, but it wasn't working. She wasn't hearing moaning, no squeezing of her cunt, nothing! What was she doing wrong?

She hooted in frustration, her face redder than before. Throwing caution to the wind hadn't seemed to pleasure 28 at all. There had to be a book right? A book on how to give Cunnilingus. If she could just manage to convenience her off, then she cou-

"Hoooooo!~" Marsaw moaned, covering her wings and checking if Nabu had heard anything. Hell, the entire hall of records could have heard that. She looked back towards 28, seeing that she had shuffled away from her mouth, in exchange trying a piece of the yokai herself. Pinched Marsaw's clit between two fingers, while pushing fingers from her other hand into the owl mage. It wasn't nerve racking, but it made Marsaw arch and thrust her hips up each time 28 slid and squeezed her sensitive bulb. It made her do everything she couldn't make 28 do. And the cowgirl just kept looking on, smiling like a kid that had found a new toy. There wasn't malice nor any intent of domination in her digits. Only a slow enjoyment, and the neat opportunity to lick her hands clean of the juices Marsaw leaked out.

Marsaw grabbed Nabu's pillow, clutching it to her chest and holding it tight. She hugged and tensed up around it with each finger added, until the shortstack had managed to coax her entire hand up inside her. 28's face seemed to brighten, her hand arm pushing into Marsaw's pussy now that she could fist her mate as much as she wanted. Marsaw's pussy squeezed gently, pressing shaping itself to 28's forearm. The owl felt a slow but sure climax approaching; 28's hand grew faster and faster, feeling Marsaw continue to kiss and suck on her hand with her lower mouth. Drool had soaked one corner of the pillow without the owl mage realizing it.

Soon enough, Marsaw couldn't bear it anymore. She squeezed the last bit of the way to the top of the mountain, humping against 28's arm until the climax bloomed out from her pussy. And washed over her like an ocean wave, making her curl up and relax as her pussy repeatedly clamped down. She fell back into the bed once the last spasm happened, hooting as she felt sapped from all the pleasure. She thought it was over, that she was finally out of the woods…

She had forgotten though, 28 was still left unattended. She opened her eyes, feeling 28's vagina once more, except this time, it was touching against her own. She sat up, using the bed for support. Her cunt was still sensitive, namely her clit, which got a firm sensual mashing from the smaller, more skilled crotch. She hooted against the bed frame and saw 28 started to move, gyrating her hips to grind her pussy against hers. Marsaw hooted more, joined by moos from the cowgirl herself. Marsaw couldn't help but move with her, mimicking her gyrations and pressing her pussy into 28. They both tribbed together, enjoying each other's company and kissing their pussies together repeatedly. 28 was finally moaning out loud, panting along with Marsaw while the both worked another orgasm out from their pussies. Marsaw was somehow the first to break, getting a second orgasm out quickly and grinding against 28 for a few, hard moments before falling back into the bed twitching. 28 followed suit, cumming and squirting onto Nabu's bed before falling into the sheets.

Marsaw finally had a lull, but she could do little about it. She panted every other breath, her body still coming down from her orgasm. She felt 28 come up under her arm, getting blotches of her cum on the wings as she wrapped the arm around herself and went to sleep. Marsaw watched her doze of, hopefully for real this time. She was getting tired as well, the urge to sleep replacing filling her mind the more her arousal left.

"Hooooot…" was her final words before she dozed of, think that maybe Nabu would be alright with a little nap….

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Marsaw woke up at the sound of rain, jumping upright with her hair and feathers all over the place on her body. Quickly matting down her body, she peeked outside the room. The halls looked dark and empty, thank heavens. She turned back to 28, who she had placed down on the bed. She was fast asleep, spread out over the middle of the bed.

"Hoot," she said, going over to pat her head, then flying off through the darkness to return to her post. She could get back to 28 later….