Elsewhere Interlude: A Cats Curiosity

Crouching on the languidly undulating tentacle branch of the tree, Cheshire stayed effortlessly affixed to its surface as it swayed. For the agile feline-Beastfolk goddess of thieves, trickery, riddles, dreams, secrets and stealth to name a few of her domains it was beyond trivial.

She dressed for work, her preferred clothes wouldn’t look out of place in a desert. Her disarmingly simple flaps of cloth that partially covered her breasts and the rather intricately designed loincloth that hung down to her ankles in front and back, its sides fully exposed her curvy hips and legs. More than clothes, she wore the artifacts of her face veil of mental obfuscation and her celestial cloak of concealment that could hide her presence and identity even from the other gods of the world along with the large torc of flight which encircled her. And her many pieces of jewelry adorned her body, not making a sound were finely infused and forged into the tools of the trades she and her followers ply.

The grove of trees around her was straight out of a pleasure-mad woman’s imagination. Things were malleable here, as the trees would morphed into beautiful ents and saplings into springians. Giggling as they move with the eroticism of erotic dancers across the grove as a ever-shifting dance floor to each other for debauchery, they groped and explore each others bodies with abandon constantly swapping partners.

Blowing through the tree ‘branches’ the winds whistle was a lover's raspy moans in the throes of ecstasy, the trees shivered at the winds caress, as if touched by an amorous partner. Passing over her the exposed skin of her breasts in her and inner-thighs, the wind was like immaterial tongues and lips lapping and kissing at the sensitive skin from hundreds of devoted ethereal mouths.

The very air Cheshire breathed in this unstable realm filled with its erratic wild energies dazzled her tongue with endlessly changing flavors from the slight salty taste of the sweat of a lover to the buzzing tongue numbing heat of the peppers of the amazons jungles.

Fitting for the realm of The Unspeakable, the Unremembered Dream to use two of her many monikers. It was interwoven with the edges of Haverty’s creation marking the end and boundary of her owner's creation, making it both inside and just a little outside of it as a barrier from the vastness of the outer-realms with all that lived and traveled that void.

What was an irritant of this demented realm of her friend, was avoiding the sensual caresses of the air which made her feline features bristled when it crept along her skin seeking her, her fur on her ears and tail stood on edge as she resented being petted. It was an unwelcome feature of her friend’s abode she had to deal with, it wasn’t anything like the proper touch of womanly bonding, and it lapped like a dog at both mortal and god alike.

Not to mention, her master Haverty was the only one she’d allow to pet her covetous figure. How she desired to luxuriate in her long absent owner's lap as he petted her, or better have him scratch behind her ears as she filled her mouth with his prick.

Yet, she couldn’t help herself from visiting this twisted realm of The Unspeakable and seeking her company, her curiosity compelled her. The strange goddess knew so much, even secrets Cheshire hadn’t known The Unspeakable would let slip in conversation as if no more important than casual chatter were irresistible delicacies to Cheshire no matter how unsettling she could be.

But, that wasn’t the reason this time the cat-beastfolk roamed searching for the tentacled goddess.

It was the humming and giggling that had caught her ears, that swiveled searching for the direction of the otherworldly tune made of the concepts of anticipation and elated happiness caught her curiosity.

Narrowing her eyes Cheshire pursed her lips, her tail slowly flicked side to side. Such hymns only flowed through The Unspeakables realm when it had found something interesting.

It made her pout. “Tsk, what's the squid learned that’s so interesting that I haven’t caught a breath of?” Cheshire muttered jealousy, her innate curiosity of the source of The Unspeakable’s good mood scratching at her with a burning desire to know.

She was the greatest goddess of secrets! Wherever beastfolk lived, her worshipers and adherents lurked in shadows outnumbering any of those pretenders to the domain of secrets. She had to find out the root of this!

Propelled by her insatiable need to know, she leapt from one sensually swaying branch to another of the deranged dancing branches with her divine feline grace she disdainfully avoided the lecherous winds of the mad realm.

Left in the wake of her passage were the writhing facsimiles of the shifting ents who gasped with delight, ignorant of the being whose touch brought them to climatic pleasure, their carnal noise carried into the rowdy breeze to torment another of the ever shape-shifting flora of the carnally writhing thicket.

Not a piece of her jewelry made a jingle she didn’t desire, what sounds she allowed were used to distract one of the rare awakened dreamers that sought The Unspeakable’s realm or fools who’ve found themselves temporarily or permanently stranded in this realm from their delving into magic beyond their abilities or carelessly seeking knowledge.

Their minds traversing the realm were lured by temptations of sensations mortals could never experience or ensnared by the trickery of its native denizens of temporary and permanent. As she could see a goblin stumble out of his protective spells so enchanted by a false nymph pouring a rich fragrant nectar down the front of her body, from her neck down between her breasts and flat stomach to her mound drenching herself in the alluring drink that the goblin began lapping it up from its skin in frantic desperation as he undressed to experience more of the intoxicating liquid and skin of the false nymph.

Some fools were of her beastfolk kin no doubt brought to the edge of sanity and all that IS, in pursuit of truths that only the most resilient of mortal minds could begin to fathom outside of the deepest of dreams before succumbing to the all consuming carnal chaos she took pity on. A gentle puff of breath or a feather light caress of her tail, subtly prodding their lost sensibilities in the direction of more lucid realms of thought. Or jingling a piece of her jewelry, spring-boarding off the back of a native to distract them from a trapped mind of her kin, giving them the reprieve to make their escape fondling captors. If they were lucky, they might return to their senses and be freed from whatever asylum or spectacle their lives had been reduced to.

Then there were other things, intruders, interlopers, invaders that were from beyond the bounds of the universe forged by Haverty. Ugly, writhing, shadowy things that were drawn with alien intent, easily clawing through the outskirts of The Unspeakable’s realm.

And yet, as they passed that seemingly unguarded threshold, they too became subject to the laws Haverty had governed Creation with since time immemorial. Welcomed in, these others found themselves the target of the Unspeakable’s capricious designs and lusts of the realm as she ensured that these visitors from the Void were sculpted inside and out to be pleasing to their Creator. Mellovian’s primary line of defense against all that IS NOT.

An unpleasant figure with ugly horns and bat-like wings trapped by lecherous vines that coiled around its body trapping it. It’s flawless glossy smooth skin dark as a moonless night solidified morphed retracting from its featureless face to reveal a cute face with greyish skin as the rest of its skin changed to a tight bodysuit of pure darkness showing off its new voluptuous feminine body.

It struggled against its bindings fruitlessly, keening and needily whining as the vines squeezed its breasts and slithered between her legs stimulating its new womanhood, the flowers along its length acting as mouths kissing its new figure with lips made of petals and their stamen pinched its nipples like fingers while the concupiscent unstable beings that existed in this realm sensually explored its body, teaching the reborn being things it had never known as it succumb to the ecstasy of the Unspeakable’s realm.

Moving past the scene Cheshire continued on to sate her curiosity.

In this realm, paths to destinations were fickle, Cheshire didn’t follow the sound of The Unspeakable’s humming as she plunged into the ground, the soil acting like liquid as she swam through it leaving no trail as she sought the unmistakable spark of her friend, a lingering taste of honey playing across her tongue.

Breaking through the bottom of the soil Cheshire emerged to another layer of the realm; she stood on it staring into the distance at another drifting chunk of land in the distant ‘sky’ wreathed in a thick fog, whether it was her piece or the other chunk that was upside down she couldn’t say, but she was right above her destination.

Circling like a whirlpool was a school of hundreds of the languidly dreaming giant eel-mermaid forms of the ancient race that lived in the depth of the ocean, who found more kinship with The Unspeakable than her sister Abyss.

Raising a foot into the air the **** keeping Cheshire affixed to the ground disappeared as gravity pulled her ‘up’, allowing it to take her, Cheshire’s her orbiting torc artifact spun giving her full control over her descent as she flipped in the air to gently land on the large hip of one of the eel-mermaids, its ancient mind locked in confusions was befuddled further from the sensation her foot caused, a thought given physical form in the shape of purple lightning lancing into the thick mist that crackled with rapturous moaning as its massive obscure form shivered as Cheshire’s heel pressed into its solid vast toned stomach.

Cheshire used them like steps, gracefully leaping from one to the next to descend to the ‘ground’. From the corner of her eye she spied two of the smaller, younger eel-mermaids more awake then their sister swim through the obscuring mist towards a larger and more ancient of their kind, they swirled around their larger sister intertwining their tails with hers then began toying with their elders body.

One from behind kneaded the boulder-sized breasts of the giant mermaid, as the accomplice latched onto one of their stiff nipples using her mouth and fingered the trapped elder’s snatch. The larger eel-mermaid writhed as confusion and lust colored the mists around the trio, it recoiled yet desired more of the sensation it's smaller sisters caused it.

Nonplussed Cheshire continued down, mentally praising her insatiable little brother Pan for his work in shaping the world per Haverty’s will. Not that she’d tell him, least of all he takes it as an invitation.

Reaching the end of the whirlpool she penetrated the thick clouds of mist hiding her destination from her divine gaze. Coming out the other side Cheshire landed without a sound or disturbing a blade of purple grass she found herself in a garden no less possessed by pleasure madness as the grove.

The Unspeakable sat in her normal living nightie and stockings at a table set in a unique style she enjoyed. In her hand an empty tea cup she delight merely in holding its handle and supporting its saucer with one of her ‘hair’ tentacles.

Shapely figures of her attendant shoggoths in their maid-like uniforms they formed by shape shifting their slime bodies exteriors into, their skill and uniforms were a gift from that busybody goddess that proclaimed herself Haverty’s maid. Their shifting number of pupilless eyes on their body gleamed with enthralled fascination with their work, and each other moving with legs or on pillars of tentacles.

They conjured tableware with their might that was leaping from their hands or from their tentacles, giggling plates rolled neatly into place on the table, while tea cups marched with their saucers along their surfaces that molded into thick tentacles that lifted to the table allowing them to reach their places.

The feminine shapeshifters flowed to the edge of the garden as they finished their work, happily pairing up and exploring each other as women preferred, they caressed each others faces making them sharply gasp with heated breaths, pitched moans erupted from their quivering forms when a hand or tentacle would brush a nipple or any erogenous zone, some taking more fully humanoid form touched their lips together sending their bodies into throes of climax with reverberating moans that carried the concepts of pleasure, discovery and elation as they writhed on the purple grass of the garden in jarringly chaste foreplay compared to the rest of this realms pleasure driven madness. If Cheshire didn’t know better, she’d have thought that they were demons in disguise with their seeming sinful prudishness.

Yet the servants of The Unspeakable found euphoria in their mundane actions and accompanying sensations as if they’d never experienced them before.

Ignoring them Cheshire eyed the table.

The ‘Victorian high-tea’ Unspeakable had termed the style of her favored method of receiving guests was a show as always that frustrated Cheshire, the aesthetics of the tableware were not known to Mellovian, neither east, nor west had birthed such a style of tea pot in the many turning of the natural cycles of empires rising and falling.

The Unspeakable gestured with one of her tentacles to chairs opposite her with a strange smile, that felt as if she was learning how to smile. “Cheshire, my dear old friend, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance finally. And, that isn’t quite true, there’s one in Mellovian who is more familiar with high-tea than I am~, this old tradition of mine is all so new to me!” The strange goddess’s delighted, her voice was a symphony of voices forged into one.

Giggling as Cheshire narrowed her eyes at her behind her face veil at the mysterious goddess who’d once again flawlessly anticipated her, knowing her exact thought and laying out a morsel of mystery, a clue to unravel the ancient mystery of The Unspeakable taste in tea parties.

Cheshire tail twitched as she pulled her veil up and took her seat, one of the shoggoths filling her dancing cup with her favorite bitter milk tea, taking it by the handle it offered to her she lifted it up and lapped at the steaming tea like the cat she was. Her mind raced trying to calculate the mortal years since she’d last visited her friend to whittle down the possible pool candidates to investigate.

She needed to fish for more, and she knew just how to loosen her friend’s enticing lips.

Underneath the table Cheshire slipped a foot free from its sandal and stretched her leg across to play footsie with The Unspeakable, her toes tracing patterns on the stocking clad foot of her friend. “One day, I’ll be able to evade your gaze my friend; that anyone could surpass your knowledge on anything is a surprise.”

Sucking in a breath The Unspeakable’s tentacles curled as they did at the slightest pleasure. Since they’d first met in the early twilight of creation, her friend had been like a maiden just come of age experiencing the new pleasures her age allowed her.

It was among the countless mysteries of The Unspeakable that puzzled Cheshire in the eons since Carus had exasperatedly introduced her to Cheshire and the eons they’d been familiar. How a woman whose very realm embodied exploring methods of mind bending pleasures could seem so inexperienced in the simplest, boggled Cheshire.

A raspy chorus of moans slipped from Unspeakable’s lips and her body quivered causing the unstable realm around them to shimmered as she was wearing that odd smile. “Little can hide from me when I can peek behind the curtain. Truly, I can never repay the World shaper.” She breathed, the lecherous winds blew through the garden to Cheshire’s irritation as she had to avoid it’s incorporeal caress in her seat.

Staring into her empty teacup The Unspeakable looked thoughtful then her three amethyst eyes glowed when Cheshire’s foot trailed up to her friend’s inner-thigh. “Ah yes, that’s how it's done~” Staring with unbound curiosity at Cheshire pools of shimmering air appeared and emerging from them were hands and tentacles of The Unspeakable that tenderly began exploring Cheshire’s body. Hands caressed her limbs running from her shoulders to her hands, flexible tentacles played with her breasts slithering underneath her clothes as their smooth skin slid against hers as they were coiling in a spiraling around them squeezing them as their ends circled her areolas sending flickers of passionate flames into her chest.

To coax more Cheshire’s foot pressed on her friend’s mound circling on the otherworldly material of her panties stimulating her. Squirming with undisguised delight in her seat, her friend continued talking. “Though I can’t compete with his knowledge; if he’d study.”

Tilting her head her friend’s star-field freckles twinkled with unworldly colors and her third amethyst eye owlishly blinked making her grin. “How did he get that encyclopedia? I know what does, and yet I can’t read it?” She questioned the air with delighted bafflement, the air in incoherent whispers expressed its ignorance.

A he, and an encyclopedia? Most likely a scholar of some sort. That hint narrowed things down, but what did she mean by how did he get it? Had this mortal stolen one of those lesser goddesses tomes of secrets some had? Spreading her legs she allowed The Unspeakable access to her bare womanhood, the other goddess’s hands slid under Cheshire’s loincloth to grace her bare womanhood they gently teased her folds, rubbing her clitoris and running a fingertip along her slit to spine tingling satisfaction.

No, couldn’t be, if one of those charlatans who shared her domain of secrets had possessed knowledge beyond hers, they would crow like one of Sonata’s wind whispering priestesses. But, it gave her a descriptor to work with.

Jolting as a hand skimmed the back of one of her fuzzy cat-ears petting her, Cheshire slapped her friend’s offending appendage way, which slipped back into its pool then back out by her friend. She hissed out of instinct before scowling at The Unspeakable who giggled while admiring the slapped appendage which wiggled its fingers and circled its wrist.

Recomposing herself with a breath and setting her tea down she glowered at her friend. “You know that the only being I allow to pet me is Haverty, and perhaps would you be so kind to call off your slavering winds too?” Cheshire bristled, a bit of groping, foreplay and fingering was just common skinship between women, an observed rule from mortal to divinity.

Cheshire’s cheeks burned with indignation, touching her like a pet was the highest expression of intimacy for Beastfolk; and something intimate she could rightfully refuse even between women. Why couldn’t her astray owner return? She yearned for the feeling of his hand on her head and scratching behind her ears like the pet she was, it’d been so long and the company of her sisters were pale contenders compared to her missing owner.

Placing her tea cup on its saucer, The Unspeakable let go of it, letting it hang perfectly in the air and she pounded a fist into her palm in remembrance, then giggled as she looked at her hands with amazement. “Oh yes, we did have that agreement. I… what is it called? Ah, apologize, a first yet, haven’t I apologized before? I’ve been so excited with my interest in him that I didn’t remember.” The Unspeakable said with new found giddy excitement and abash affection as her voice echoed and the cuddling Shoggoths tittered with gossip in their unknowable tongues.

Cheshire internal pouting stopped as her ears perked and eyebrows raised, and not from her friend’s many appendages assaulting her nipples, pussy and acceptable areas for womanly bonding.

Her friend calling anything exciting was a disquieting omen, it was neither intrinsically ill nor fortuitous. That one word from her mouth had been uttered as the preamble which heralded crisis, golden ages or the turning of the endless cycle of the rise and fall of civilizations. Though never had they been affectionate.

It sent a chill down her spine that battled with the climbing heat of the way her friend played with her body, and her heart raced at such a mystery to uncover.

Cheshire upped the speed of her foot rubbing friend’s mouth to loosen her lips up about this scholar, a figure who’d captivated the mysterious goddess so completely.

Perhaps she could leverage that to her advantage. “Oh my dear friend, you sound like a maiden eying her first crush. Daydreaming of him grinding his cock on your derriere while laying in the shade of a tree during a hot summer day flirting and playing with each other." She probed by teasing her friend.

The Unspeakable’s head lolled back let out a raspy moan as her queer smile returned, her friend’s hands delicately touched her own cheeks as she squirmed in relish, all three of her eyes glint with otherworldly light. “Is that what this feeling in my body is? Lust? Love? Ahhh, to imagine that such infinitesimal things could alight such intense new, yet familiar sensations. How delightful, perhaps spooning in the shade of a grove of blooming Miyan cherry trees? Oooh yes, I had that one mad Tanian Empress plant an orchard of them for me~” The Unspeakable’s mused to herself, her voice made the air shiver in anticipation.

Cheshire’s breath hitched as her friend’s appendages affections intensified, sending rolling thunderclaps of pleasure across her nerves, her breath trembled and her body quivered, Yet the greatest fuel to her excitement was that crumb of knowledge.

Tania, the original of the three successor states of that crumbled empire, a far narrower scope, it’s degraded state meant her number of followers were plentiful in its lands, and of it’s rivals Tam and Rahia.

She’d find this scholar that’d enamored her friend. Perhaps it was fanciful, but if he knew things The Unspeakable didn’t then maybe he might hold a lead to her absent owner.

“Oh the gifts Haverty’s has opened my being to~” The Unspeakable rasped, the sound was a note of desire that sent the unstable realm around them rippling, as new imaginative delights were introduced to the maddened realm, the wind moaned and shivered in anticipation as it carried the carnal concepts to the far reaches of the divine realm.

The Shoggoths shivered as they kissed and cuddled on the grass, tentacles interlacing with each other like their fingers. They joined in the praise for Haverty in their strange songs.

That was it!

Finishing her tea by knocking it back, Cheshire flushed face shot up from her seat, her body brimming with determination. “I’ll be taking my leave, there’s some business I need to take care of.” Cheshire excused herself, giddy to begin seeking out this mystery.

Clapping with a giggle and wiggle, her many hands and tentacles retreated back into the nothingness they emerged from.

The Unspeakable smiled at her, her unblinking eyes fixated upon her, piecing any deceit. “Oh, then farewell my friend, It has been wonderful to make your acquaintance, this has been such a novel experience, do return soon for another of your regular visits. Ah, and do be gentle to him, I’d be… remorseful I think is the word, to see an old friend make a poor impression.” The Unspeakable said, her eyes fixated on the hand she raised and waved goodbye with.

Rolling her eyes at her friend's peculiar wording, Cheshire gave a polite parting bow, before kicking off to soar through the obscuring clouds propelled by her divine strength and torc.

Ascending the vortex of the eel-mermaids. Cheshire bit her lip as the phantom pleasures wracked her body from her friend’s ministrations pulse with cloying heat, her body begging for attention from the sudden removal of stimulation.

Biting her lip as pressing dull need beckoned for satisfaction, Cheshire diverted her course to a different exit than originally intended. Whispering her directives into the codebooks of her priests could wait, she’d finish herself off on her rightful claimed place on foot of Haverty’s bed. Provided that damn pretender to being Haverty’s housekeeper didn’t catch her, and chase her off.

She, her sisters and brother were the pets of Haverty, crafted and given existence from his hands, and not an up-jumped cultist arisen through the turning of the cycles. No matter her admiration on learning of Havery’s true identity as the creator, that gave her no right to stake claim to service to her owner!

Why Carus tolerated that interloper, and even humored that goddess claim annoyed her was beyond her.

Slipping through the open window of a floating bordello, she spared no attention to the carnal spectacles for shows the realms denizens put on, or paused to watch the rituals of the beings that worshiped The Unspeakable. There was work on her mind as she exited the demented realm.

Just in time to miss the odd presence of bleating of goats within that realm.

Never would she hear The Unspeakable’s words, their existence forever contained by the secretive clouds, and never to be carried from that garden by the sensual winds.

“Sister! Come to experience this magnificent universe? Now, now, you can’t appreciate it fully and there’s a, what is it. A dress code!”

A series of puzzled bleating answered.

“You should try clothes, they’re very satisfying! That’s it, now let’s craft a suitable form to experience it all, oh?”

Across the vast realm a note bearing the expression of pure rapture spurred its denizens into frenzies of renewed debauchery.

“Yes, it’s truly amazing isn’t sister~. Try wiggling those things called toes and fingers, they’re fascinating.”

A conversation that’d escape the Beastfolk mistress of secrets.