Stormwing had never before been acquainted with mortification, but as the two large females continued to look appreciatively at her body, she felt damned near close to it. It only got worse for her when Kakos suddenly reappeared, and stood up to the pair of burly strangers, claiming Storm as her own. The young hybrid wanted to lay down on the grimey floor and curl into a ball, she was so embarrassed. It was horrifying to be stared at while in the nude, by a couple of enormous lesbians. But Kakos' comment made it even worse — now it sounded like Storm was the chimera's lesbian sex slave or something. The grimace on banded muzzle deepened, and the thill had to close her eyes and take a deep breath, steadying herself and trying to proverbially cling to the last scraps of her dignity. When she reopened them, she stared at the other three females, Kakos squaring off with the two bigger girls. It was then that she felt her awkwardness and severe discomfort peel away, but only because she was abruptly aware that more than dignity was at stake here. Kakos' well-being was suddenly in jeopardy, on Storm's behalf. Yeah, it was a humiliating situation, but it could get quite a bit worse if the couple of thills decided to maim the small darkling. "Kakos..." She didn't know what to say. Grabbing the towel that was set on a small bench just out of the shower spray's reach, Stormwing wrapped it around herself. She then stepped from her stall, and stalked towards Kakos and the strangers. Though she felt like shriveling up and disappearing, she knew she had to protect her friend as her friend was trying to do for her. "Just let it alone. They can look all they want, really. I don't mind. It's just that I'll never, ever let them touch me." With those words, the game was on. Storm saw jaws clench and muscles tighten, and the louder of the two brawny femmes formed two fists at her side. Storm was ready, though. She'd dashed her fears and her shame and her humiliation into some dark place in the back of her mind, and stood up for her friend, and herself.
Kakosenas frowned. She wasn’t used to being treated like this. Without her magic, any threats she made would be empty. She was used to others cowering, despite their sizes. She was used to forcing people into fearing her. These two females though… this entire place was backwards. Kakos squeaked as she saw the others begin to tense up. She knew she’d get pummelled if this turned into a physical fight. The best she could hope to do was aim for their eyes. Instead of attacking though, Shriker watched as the two females underwent a transformation. First there was just a slight twitch on the lip of the first, then it spread over to the second. Before long, the couple had exploded into mad peals of laughter. Kakosenas stood there, dumbstruck. She wasn’t sure what they were laughing at, whether it was her or what. Well, it had to be her. One of the females recovered long enough to utter the words, “Just cool it, Violet," at her. Shriker straightened herself out, dropping her offensive stance, her eyebrows furrowing. “I… don’t understand," Kakos stammered, looking over to Stormwing with a lost expression on her face.
Just as quickly as the females had tensed up and looked as if preparing for a beating, they then dissolved into laughter. Stormwing, whom had been steeling herself for a heated fistfight, was just as dumbstruck as her friend as she watched the pair howl with mirth. She, too, straightened, and stared. "What the..." She was baffled... until it struck her. As tears ran down the lighter of the female's faces, she realized that their passes had been jokes, and that their defensive fronts had also been a farçe. They were just big, mean jokesters, having a good laugh at her and Shriker's expense. Though this was a much better scenario than being hit on by two enormous lesbians, and possibly watching her friend get battered, as well as getting creamed herself, Storm was suddenly very embarrassed. Even moreso than before. She'd been the butt of their joke, and shame made her toes want to curl. She now looked at the floor, biting back at the acidic shame which clawed its way up her throat, wanting to burst out in an exasperated scream. "You... you two... hahaha... should've seen the... hahaha, haha... oh my god..." The darker female was bent over double, slapping her kneecaps, completely engulfed in amusement. After a few minutes, though, she regained herself, and stood up. Tears shimmered in her eyes — but she managed a crooked and sheepish smile. "Well... I'm sorry about that... but it's always fun to rile up the newbies. See how they react to two dykes commenting about their titties. Your reaction was pretty classic," she said to Storm. "Oh, and bravo, bravo, for your little friend. She's got a lot of fight in her, little thing," she added, peering at the small and confused Kakosenas. For a moment, Winger didn't know how to reply. Anger and shame burned in her, and that frustrated cry still wanted to creep out of her throat. But she swallowed both of these emotions, and forced a weak smile. She held the pair of female's gazes now, steely, once more back to her assertive self. Her tail switched, and finding her confidence flooding back in, she winked. "You still can't touch me."
Kakosenas kept her mouth tightly shut. She wasnÂ’t sure what to think or feel at that moment. She couldnÂ’t believe that these two had only been joking. After a while she decided that she was still confused. And a little angry. She didnÂ’t like anyone laughing at her. Whatever their reasons may be. Shriker slunk back to the far wall, retreating from the confrontation. She leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms. Her gaze fell and fixated itself on the floor. She intended to wait right here until shower time was over.
Having regained her dignity, at least somewhat, Storm gave the females one last mocking glare, then turned and headed back towards her shower stall. If they weren't going to continue jeering at her and making her feel uncomfortable, she'd finish with her washing. "Just... please, stay silent," she whispered as she stepped back beneath the spray. She prayed they wouldn't continue their game, making lewd comments. She was rewarded when they didn't. In fact, they did more than keep quiet. When a few more females streamed into the room, another pair found it fit to comment at Storm — in earnest. The big brawny jokers did not take lightly to this, and threatened the newcomers with coarse language and death threats. Storm blinked at them as they did this, and the darker one gave her a thumbs up, but did not say anything. Turning her back to the room and closing her eyes, Stormwing wondered if she'd actually just found two extremely influential allies in the brawny lesbians. That would be a relief amongst so much negativity. The young hybrid quickly finished her shower, dried herself off, and put her prison clothes back on. Having noticed Kakos retreating to a corner earlier, she joined up with her, prodding her friend in the ribs. "Don't worry about it. They didn't mean any harm. Actually, they seem to be protecting me. Us. Whether that means they're just cool, or expect me to give them lesbian sex, I don't know. I hope it's the former." She frowned as she said this. She had no idea what in the hell she'd do if they turned out to be more harmful than they made themselves out to be. Storm would not take kindly to being forced into sexual slavery. "Hm... in any case, let's not wait around to find out. Is the warden just outside the door? Let's please get out of here and go back to the cell. I'd rather sit in there and rot than stay here and possibly experience more ridicule and emotional roller coasters, 'kay, thanks. This shit is bananas."
Kakosenas huffed when Winger prodded her. She was still angry, but that would pass eventually. Well, either it would pass, or she’d shove it into the back of her mind and let it fester there until there was a time and a place for revenge. Like Stormwing, she couldn’t be sure if the two were simply being friendly, or if they had another secret agenda. Whatever the case was, Kakos wanted nothing to do with them. Shriker unfolded herself from the wall, her tail flicking to and fro in an agitated manner. “Yes. The wardens usually wait just outside. Unless they hear screams. Or sounds of struggle. C’mon." Shriker launched herself across the room toward the entrance. She paused once on her way out, looking back, only to catch the two brawny females twinkling their fingers in parting at them. Kakos tried her best to ignore them and hunched her shoulders, marching out of the room where she was once again apprehended and made ready to be escorted.
Storm didn't notice the pair of females as they jokingly waved, but swiftly exited through the door, to be met by an unfamiliar warden. He tugged her arms around to her backside and cuffed her, somewhat harshly, and then barked for her to walk. Her white tipped ears slipped back to pin against her nape, and she grumbled, but otherwise did not protest. She made sure Kakos was nearby, and was glad, though somewhat jealous, to see that her friend was being led gently by Qythou. Ah, well. It was only a short walk back to D-Block, and Stormwing would be rid of this pushy fellow. The voyage back to the cell was uneventful, and the wardens deposited them there without a sound. After the barred doors slid shut with a loud snap and the two ardens trotted off to collect more prisonors, Storm continued to hover near the front of the cell. Where it was lightest, and warmest. She stood there for so long, her fur nearly completely dried. Just staring out into the hallway, and wondering. "I wonder when it will start happening," her voice finally came, her statement seemingly nonsensical.
Shriker hoisted herself up onto one of the top bunks upon their arrival back into the cell and sprawled there. Her left arm and also her tail dangled off of the edge as her eyes focused on nothing in particular. She was feeling quite hungry now, having skipped supper the previous night, and also a little bit tired. Stormwing appeared to have spaced out as well. She was standing in a small pool of light, her mind most definately elsewhere. It wasn't until she spoke that Kakosenas was reminded once more of her friend's existance. The words she had spoken seemed funny to Kakos. Sort of like they were just poking out of a grey haze. "When what will?" she breathed.
"I wonder when it will be set into motion. All the events that will lead up to our release. We know for sure that Janardan students are protesting on our behalf, and I'm sure the Academy's legal students are coming together to argue on our behalf, and perhaps represent our case. Koani and whomever else can't just ignore a force made up of a bunch of attorneys backed by thousands of angry pendragons. I'm sure they'll fight for us until they get us out of this place." After her rather long dialogue, Stormwing slipped into the rear of the cell, padding towards the bunk beneath Kakos. Tiredly, she flopped onto the cot, rolling onto her back. She fought the urge to pick at the busted springs there, and laid her hands across her belly. She was still slightly damp, and the cell felt cooloer than it had last night. Soothed, Storm began to slip into a sleep, a slumber so deep and serene that it would carry her through both breakfast and lunch, and be chock full of dreamless rest.
