Sona gives in

Grey waited without moving, mainly because that was all he could do. Sona looked up and around the area, then back down at him. Her radiating eyes closed as she looked up to the heavens.

“Oh, all right…” She conceded, “But only because we need to keep it a secret,” She added and looked back to the other two.

Lana scoffed, “Pfft, right. You just want to have the chance to catch a glimpse of it without its armor on,” Grey could have sworn he heard her laughing, like a catching purr.

“We all want to see it, or else we wouldn’t have agreed to it,” Nasha interjected before the furious Sona could advance on Lana, “Besides, it should be fun,” ‘Right… fun fun…’ Grey’s hopes dropped like a stone.

Suddenly, he felt hands grasping his shirt, “Yea! Lets get to it then!” Lana’s claws were starting to dig in. Sona interrupted before she could rend his clothes to pieces.

“We can’t do it here,” She looked outwards into the black of night, searching apparently.

“Awwww,” Lana whined, “Why the hell not?”

“Because,” Sona chided, “If someone sees us, it would be hard as hell to explain, especially if it was a Fenarian we were undressing.”

“Nasha looked around too, then pointed off into the distance, “There,” she said, “That’s a good place to go,”

“An outpost?” Lana asked quizzically, “We want to be secret, yet we want to drag this thing to where a bunch of soldiers keep watch!? Gah!” She exclaimed, “I swear everyone here has been smelling Paci a bit too much…”

“No, I think you are the only one Lana,” Sona snapped, “The outpost has been abandoned. Do you ever listen? Ever??” Lana stayed silent while Nasha giggled.

“Now,” Sona concluded, “Lets get ourselves over there. It looks like it’s going to storm soon anyway,”

“Storm!?” Nasha stopped giggling immediately and her voice tapered down, “I don’t like storms…”

“Oh suck it up Nasha! It’s not that far away,” Lana reassured, “We will be there before the first drop hits.”

Then as if by command, the rain pelted down onto the three cats and Grey. It was silent besides the splattering rain, but Grey could almost feel the irritation in Sona boiling to overflowing.

“Lets go…” Sona growled in a defated voice, and grabbed one end of Grey’s mat, digger her claws into it like it was a stress reliever.

“Yea, lets get there quickly,” Nasha hurried to pick up her end, “I hate being in the rain…”

“… Why does this shit always happen to me?” Lana picked out her end of the mat.

Then they were off. Grey could clearly hear them plodding through the newly made puddles and mud. Unluckily for him, the mat was waterproof. Therefore, he was now laying limply in a puddle of icy water up to his sides. He felt like even Lana was more lucky than he was by far.

His carriers started to sprint. “There it is!” Lana cried.

“Almost out of the rain, almost out of the rain…” Nasha whispered to herself.

“Slow down or we are going to slip!” Sona yelled at them over the din of crackling thunderheads.

‘Why not slip? That would just fit perfectly with my day…’ Grey absently thought while he took an unwanted impromptu shower, which soaked the only clothes he had.

For a change of pace for Grey, the three girls dove into the outpost with him in tow without falling once. They instantly lit the torches within the walls, which Grey welcomed with glee.

“Phew, this thing is kinda heavy after awhile…” Lana puffed.

“Where should we sit it down at?” Nasha politely asked.

“I don’t really give a damn right now,” Lana gasped, “Just as long as it is put down somewhere,”

Sona pointed, “Put it over there,” They walked the last few steps before setting Grey down on the ground. The water contained in the mat rushed out onto the floor, soaking past the boards and into the ground.

“I hope it likes baths…” Nasha said, and for the first time Sona chuckled.

“Hopefully,” She agreed. They pulled the mat out from under him, laying him on the hard wood ground. With the room fully lit, he could finally see his captors.

Nasha was the one he had fought with before, he could tell. Her black spotted fur with a light auburn hue to it made her glow in the firelight. Her eyes were not like what he had seen before. Instead of the snarling, frenzied monster that had attacked him on the hill, her eyes looks gentle and soft, even timid. Her claws were retracted back into her human-like hand, making them look very delicate and fragile in appearance alone.

His eyes trained on Lana. She was rather tall, taller than the rest in the room. Her ears twitched on her head, and her claws kept extending and withdrawing as she flexed her fingers. She tapped her foot in boredom. The fur covering her body was orange, almost red in color, with white fur covering her front and insides of her legs. Her eyes were darting from her companions, the room, and to Grey, again and again.

He then looked at Sona. She stood ridged, her back straight and her tail curled around her leg. Her arms were folded across her front tightly. Grey could see she was shivering slightly, but her face was the look of determination not to let anyone notice. Her fur looked black at first glance, but the light showed that it was a deep navy blue instead. She also had a white underside, just like Lana, but it was quite a bit more brilliant on her than on Lana. Her eyes seemed to look inward, as if she was consentrating hard on something.

“It’s looking at us…” Nasha whispered as my eyes scrolled between each creature.

“I don’t really care right now Nasha,” Lana was busy trying to get herself dry next to a torch. They were all completely soaked, their fur matted down with the rain. While Lana tried to air dry, Nasha was combing her arms with her feline tongue. Sona just stood there without an attempt to dry off.

“It’s ok. It can do anything for another couple of hours,” She pulled out a strange dagger-looking object. It was made of what looked like polished bone, and had a straight crack down both sides parallel to the pointed end. Sona pulled, and it came apart at the two seams, showing it hollow interior.

“With the amount it got, it isn’t even conscious right now,”

“But it’s-”

“Its looking at us because it can’t do anything else,” Sona faced her companions, “So it wont even remember what we do to it anyway,” Grey wanted to yell something, anything, just to make sure they knew he was awake. Apparently Sona got the amount wrong or it didn’t work correctly on him. Whatever the case, he was painfully aware of his current situation and their plans for him.

“Well in that case,” Lana kneeled down to his side, “We can check it out now right?” She placed her hand on his chest. He still couldn’t move.

“Yea, It’s now or never I guess,” Nasha went to his other side and touched his leg. His eyes were the only thing he could use now.

“Yes, your right guys,” Sona stepped in-between Grey’s legs, kneeling just like the other two. Grey was thankful she didn’t place her hand on the nearest part of his body to her. Though, he thought, ‘Wasn’t that half of why I came to Greece in the first place?’

“It doesn’t have… a lot of fur,” Nasha touched Grey’s mop of hair. The underside of her hand wasn’t covered in any fur, “It is just as soaked though.”

“And messy,” Lana added. Grey nearly scowled at the remark, “When is the last time this thing has been groomed properly?”

“We could be nice to it and do it…” Nasha suggested.

“Hell no! You don’t know what that fur will do to you. It might be full of… poison or snakes,” Lana quickly answered.

“Lana got it half right,” Sona started, “But then she just fell off common sense at the end,” Nasha giggled to herself, despite Lana’s scowl, “We should wait till we know what it is before grooming it.”

They nodded in agreement, and continued to look him over with their luminous eyes. Here and there, their hands poked and touched his clothes.

“His armor is more soaked than we are!” Lana exclaimed as she touched Grey’s shirt, causing water to drip out.

“We need to take it off before it gets sick…” Nasha sounded worried.

“I know I would hate to be that wet,” Lana mused.

“Lana, you are that wet…” Sona confirmed by poking her wet side. Lana just growled in frustration at the insult. Sona and Nasha just smiled their cat grins.

Grey heard a rip of cloth, “What are you doing Lana!?” Nasha exclaimed.

“Getting its armor off. What’s it look like?” She continued to destroy his shirt from the sleeve down. “It’s pretty flimsy stuff I say.”

“Yes,” Sona agreed, “I doubt this is armor,” She said as she started to dissect the other seam of his shirt with her index claw.

“Then why would it wear such useless armor?” Lana asked. The tearing sound stopped on her side, and seconds later on Sona’s side too. Nasha carefully lifted the ‘breastplate’ of his shirt off, as if she was afraid she would break it more.

“That’s why,” Nasha touched Grey’s sternum, “It doesn’t have any fur,” Her hand ran across his bare chest, making Grey feel slightly awkward. It felt nice he thought.

“Ah, it makes sense now,” Sona leaned back, “It wears it so it can keep warm. Obviously, it doesn’t have fur except on its head. So it had to wear that so it didn’t get cold.”

“That…” Lana said, compassionately awestruck, “Is the most screwed up thing I have ever seen. What kind of creature doesn’t have fur!?”

“Nymphs don’t have any. Or birds,” Nasha stated, “It doesn’t mean there is anything wrong with it.”

“Oh pfft, birds have feathers. And this is sure as hell not a nymph. It’s features are too…” Lana thought for a second, “I can’t put my claw on it… There is just something weird about this thing other than just being furless,”

“Feel its skin guys!” Nasha had been stroking up and down Grey’s chest for the past few minutes, “It feels so warm!”

Then there were three female hands, on Grey’s chest, feeling him up. Half of him wanted to run as fast as he could out of there, and the other half wanted to lean back and enjoy. Since he couldn’t do the first, he decided on the second was the best one. Their skin was soft, covered in a tiny layer of downy fur.

“It looks muscled…” Nasha observed. Her hand ran down to his stomach.

“Yea, I saw that too…” Lana ran her fingers over his bicep.

“Odd. I haven’t seen a Fenarian look like that before,” Sona conservatively kept her hand on his sternum.

Just when Grey was beginning to be comfortable with three girls rubbing his body and commenting on how muscled he was, their eyes strayed down to his jeans.

“It still has more warmth armor on…” Nasha eyes as well as the rest looked down to his lower body.

“It has things on its feet,” Lana reached down and touched his boots, “They feel like hard leather to me,”

Sona examined them, then pulled on his shoelaces until they came undone, “Apparently, it has some custom of tying bows on its feet…”

“Weird,” Nasha said, her tail twitching behind her in curiosity.

Lana pulled the other boot off, then took off his socks.

“Warmth armor even under that…” An amazed Nasha pointed out.

“This thing must be freaking cold all the time,” Lana was looking at his sock was puzzlement.

“Apparently. But its body is so warm I doubt it would need all these…” She tossed her sock onto the pile of his clothes, which was growing fast.

“Its feet are kinda furry…” Nasha stroked the tops of Grey’s toes, petting the light ‘fur’ there.

“They look so weird!” Lana touched one of his toes, “They have little claws on them,”

“Just like on its hands,” Nasha added.

“But they are not as good as ours,” Lana proclaimed, tapping her claw against Grey’s toenail.

“Small feet…” Sona was in deep thought. Lana however was not. She picked up her own foot and compared it to Grey’s.

“Hehe, your right! Nasha, try it!”

Nasha lifted her foot. Grey could see that their feet were massive. Just like a cat’s paw, they were just about double the size of his own foot, and quite a bit wider too. Nasha giggled, “That’s funny. It must have a tough time walking around.”

Sona didn’t need to compare her foot to his. Instead, she focused on Grey’s remaining clothes, his pants. The other looked as well.

“Guys,” Sona said in an oddly mischievous tone, “We are not going to tell anyone about this.”

“Yea,” Lana brought her finger to his lips, “No one will ever have to know.”

“Hehe,” Nasha’s hands went down to his jeans, and rubbed Grey’s thigh. He didn’t know if this day was going to be an awesome day or not, but it looked rather promising so far.

“It has an unlocking device on it,” Sona referred to his jean button and zipper. Nasha’s lithe hands worked for a second before the button was dislodged and the zipper was open.

“Looks like it has even more stuff on under that,” Lana touched the exposed part of his boxers, “Hehe, that almost as soft as fur.”

“I think the leggings just slip off,” Sona and Lana pulled Grey’s jeans away and stared at them with amazement.

Sona ran her finger down one pant leg, “It feels rough. Almost battle worthy.”

“Our armor is better though by far,” Lana indicated to her oddly-shaped boots and leather bindings proudly.

“I like this armor better though,” Nasha innocently was stroking Grey’s boxers. The feeling of a female hand, albeit not human, touching near his crotch had an almost immediate and undeniable effect, as it would on any male surround by scantily clad girls who were intent on touching every inch of them.

“What’s this?” Nasha pointed at the middle of the boxers. Lana and Sona took their attention off of the pants to see what she was pointing at.

“It can’t be wearing more armor! That would just be too weird,” Lana cried out.

“No, that doesn’t look like more armor…” Sona started. They all just stared at the bulge in his boxers with a cat’s curiosity. Grey could barely feel any part of his body, but that particular part was plainly responsive. It amazed him how even though he could barely move a finger, he was still able to get aroused so easily.

“Ahhh!!!” Nasha jumped back, “It’s moving again!”

“Holy-” Lana joined her, “What the HELL is THAT!?”

Sona was the only one who did not jump back. But she had a semi-fearful look on her face, “It’s not moving… It’s growing…”

“That is fucked up!!!” Lana yelled to no one in particular, “What kind of creature does that!?”

“Is it some sort of weapon that we missed?” Nasha asked Sona, who just stared at Grey’s growing appendage. She was scowling, concentrating on something. Then a look of confusion crossed her face. Then one of memory. Then to one of the dawning of realization. Her eyes went wide, and she slowly turned to the others.

“Guys… I know what it is…”