The Legacy Of Stasucto
She stepped into his room quietly… Sneakily even!
But the bonobo was all too aware of her presence even as he did not bother looking up from his desk. "I hadn't expected a visit from The Heir Of Stasucto…" Zakia the Diplomat greeted her,
"Though I'm afraid I don't have any information on Joan that I'm at liberty to give you." "No need…" the heir of Stasucto told him running a finger through her striking crimson hair,
"I am, after all, an investigator." "An awful strange way of saying ‘spy?’" the bonobo smirked back wryly She smirked back at him, eyes half lidded to put on a sultry expression.
"I have gathered that Confederates can grant wishes… as it were… For a price." she stepped closer, leaning against the wooden table of modern make.
"My boss, such as he is, has gained much from a connection with your people. I have learned much from this trade… I've also learned that you have made a human into a Salusar, Jon’s wife Lerato." "And you desire to be one yourself?" he raised an eyebrow "No… Not Really." she sighed,
"But I, like you, am on a mission that I simply must succeed in carrying out… and it has, within the last few hours, been made clear to me that my mission has… optional parameters that I am loathe to neglect" she gently pushed herself up onto his desk, her shapely rear gently sliding over his paperwork.
"And I'm willing to pay what I must for that to be done. For you see I have my own goals… And we're BOTH just doing our jobs, aren't we?" She asked as she leaned forward, her ample bosom getting closer to the ape’s face. The Bonobo sat back in his cushy chair, looking up at her as he laced his strong fingers together in contemplation.
"I realize you are… Used to getting your way, Miss Stasucto." he granted with an amicable smile,
“But a cursory inspection of Bonobo culture would educate you as to the… Childishness of your gesture…" he smiled knowingly at her as she seemed to balk at the comment,
"Come now, Miss Stasucto…" He continued,
"Surely you realize that simple flirtations will not serve to distract a practiced Bonobo Diplomat from the details. I've gotten more lascivious propositions from my subordinates trying to make a good impression at their first day on the job." "I…I beg your pardon?!" The crimson haired woman blurted out. "And the pardon, of course, is granted. I am, after all, a merciful individual!" the Bonobo responded without skipping a beat, standing up.
"No, no… I think you've still a lot to learn in the spy business!" he announced decisively,
"You've got a LOT of potential, though… And this new power you seem to aim toward… You will have no training in the core to teach you to handle it." "And you would be able to teach me?" she raised an eyebrow at him with a look of dubiousness in her eyes. "Goodness, no! I am a mere diplomat! Such things are not in our purview. But, just as you said, The Pro Simian Confederacy has resources and can grant requests that would otherwise make us seem…. Beyond limits, in a sense." he walked over to his ever present briefcase and snapped it open, peering inside while being careful not to show the woman what was within.
"Let's say I DO have what you're looking for… Something that will permanently turn you into a Salusar? I assume you must do so with the order in mind of reproducing with The Maiden Of Health?" She nodded, "I have until the new year moment… Upon which Joan will become Jon… And I MUST be there as they turn back to the body of a man!" "So you are… How do humans say it? Cutting it very close?" he smirked, peering briefly at the clock
"But you… DO have time!" he told her, leaning back against the foot of his bed.
"What… Exactly do you have to offer?" "I am the heir to the House Of Stasucto! We are fast growing and, with the aid of The Bringer Of Fertility, we will become Kanda's foremost artistic family!" she started "My apologies…" He waved a hand,
“I did not ask what your family has to offer…. I asked what YOU have to offer? All things MUST, after all, be equal!" "I…" she hesitated...
What DID she have?
What… WAS she without her family name?
She'd been training for months now, readying herself and even inventing new methods of honing her mental and physical fitness.
But she didn't really know what she personally had to offer beyond… Her body… Her time… her mind!
That was, after all, what Marek wanted of them all!
Her TITLE!
“I am the Daughter of A Partanar!” She told him almost forcefully,
“I, unlike many women of Kanda, have the right to own business, land and succeed my father’s line.” She told him, standing up… standing tall and proud!
“And there are avenues for my own expansion into public and even political life. I am also one of Ta Tangia Enbria… which I can only imagine you know about by now.” “I do.” He smirked, crossing his arms with a wry expression after a brief fidget with his suit jacket.
“Are you, then, offering yourself as a political partner of The Pro Simian Confederacy?” “If I were, would that grant me what I need?” “I couldn’t say just yet… consider this instead… you mentioned land.” “I did.” She acknowledged, bristling a bit for having involved such a word. “How much land?” “My father owns an Anar in Shar Essaro and has written in his will that I will succeed him while my brother shall expand our family.” She admitted. “A few square miles to settle upon is hardly something worth an eternal life under the sun…” “Then I will arrange more… It should not be hard… for your people are hardy. You may live in the lands that Kandia consider less viable.” She Offered simply “And so you offer sub-par land for the deal… in hopes that you may be able to get the better of it!” He snapped with a scoff, crossing his lanky arms.
“As a typical colonizer would!” “Then where WOULD you want?!” She snapped back at him, a touch offended. The Bonobo shrugged noncommittally, “What land would anyone want?” She stared him down for half a moment… but then sighed as he only returned her glare with a very apelike grin.
Her shoulders slumped a bit and she turned away to pace back and forth along the length of the room,
“Alright, so you want good land… I imagine wooded?” “Bonobos at least prefer such places, yes!” he admitted, that apish smile showing off his pronounced canines. She sat on a nearby chair and sighed.
She’d have to consider something outside the box…
Her family, despite the main branch falling out of favor when her father became an artist, had deep roots in many ancestral portions of the empire! “There’s always Lucus…” The Bonobo considered, looking back to his desk and seeming uninterested. “Lucus?” The Crimson Haired woman responded, seeming taken aback. “You know of Lucus, yes?” “Naturally! It's one of the founding Longia.” She crossed her arms.
“My family got its start in the southern hills of Lucus… masons and carpenters.” “Have you been?” He inquired simply “Many times… I visited my second cousin’s estate outside Poitara not even a year ago. Are you expecting to have that? It is, I will add, smaller than an Ano.” “No, no… I’ve been made aware of your family’s… assets. Your father is quite the rebel, isn’t he?” He smirked. “He’s a revolutionary.” She retorted flatly,
“My family could not see the benefit of artistry within their practicality. My father smuggled himself through enemy territory twice to acquire foreign secrets with which to raise our house to never before fathomed heights. I intend to do so much more.” She told him confidently… with certainty! “And how will you do that?” He sat in his desk seat again, leaning against the cushy material as he swiveled around to face her. She hadn’t told anyone, not even her own father…
But he wasn't just anyone, now was he?
She sighed, “The Stasucto Family must be united. My father, much as he is a revolutionary… is NOT a leader; far more concerned with day to day passions and pleasures. I was always more enterprising than him but my ambitions were halted by my sex and I now have the means to overcome those social limitations. Two cadet branches of the Stasucto Line will soon fall out of possession if they are not willed back into the family… A Gal and a Dogla in Lucus… If you give me this power… I will acquire them and Bonobos will be free to settle in these lands, coming and going as they please.” “Quite a promise…" He teased,
"But would you SIGN on it?” “To become a Salusar and complete my mission…" She considered,
"I suppose I might.” He grinned and did a quick spin on his chair, coming back around with a scroll in hand of slatted wood bark,
“How about we expand that to any Confederates and you’ve got a deal?” “Only if you never allow the information of this meeting to reach the ears of Jonathan Mondragon or their social network.” She reached out to take the scroll… but did not grab it JUST yet,
“AND leave an open ended clause reserving for The House Of Stasucto trade priorities over any mineral and finished sculpted imports by your faction within the Pro Simian Confederacy.” Her fingers curled around the scroll… But the Bonobo did not let go,
“ONLY Granted… of course…” Zakia smirked,
“That you can provide The Matriarchs with what they so desire. The Bonobo Matriarchies otherwise freely reserve the right to do business with other mineral and finished sculpted products merchants if The House Of Stasucto fails to deliver that which is required of them.” “I think you’ll find the House Of Stasucto has more than enough in stock to please the needs of the very Matriarchs themselves!” She smiled back at him almost comfortably. “Then perhaps you may arrange a shipment of five hundred marble dildos for my people as a means of showing how very dedicated you are to this agreement? We do not, you understand, like waiting long to know business is done.” She did not balk, “Agreed! Best to get these things done as fast as possible. Would I be permitted to send to my father and he would arrange the delivery through ApeTown?” “That would be amenable.” Zakia finally let go of the scroll and, as she unrolled it, her eyes flickered over the text within,
“You’ll find that everything we’ve discussed is there.” “Some fun Scurilia Trick?” The young woman chuckled. “Something like that. Contracts and Agreements in The Pro Simian Confederacy, you see, are far more… how do you Kandia say it? Ironclad?” We have ways of enforcing such agreements even upon greater deities. If you sign this, simply put, you will be required to carry out the terms within.” She sat down on the bed and went over it twice… then considered… and then a third time,
“Am I to have a time limit?” “You have announced that uniting your house is your primary concern anyway…” He shrugged,
“Suffice to say that we trust you’ll be motivated to do so… and as such our agendas are met as well.” “Hmm…” She pondered, going over the wording.
“Quill?” She waved a hand at him, still staring at the letters. “I actually happen to be a bit of a fountain pen fanatic, if you don’t mind.” He handed her a finely tipped reservoir, glittering platinum engraving on it reading ‘Zakia.’ She took the pen… thinking about what this would mean.
She would no longer be human.
She would no longer be able to consider herself anything but alien.
She would be able to breed with mortals but she would not stand within their ranks any longer… Then again!
How was that ever any different from her life under Marek?
She was already an untouchable agent of a female spy army pulling one over on one of the very FOUNDERS of her nation, competing with gods and monsters all to carry a child back to her homeland to raise as the replacement of said founder… should they ever steer from the path desired by her own master… a Founder as well!
And no matter how she considered it, no matter where her mind went… she couldn’t help but acknowledge that this would be what brought her up into the vaunted halls wherein only their equals could stand! She truly WOULD be “Unapproachable!”
And THAT idea, the very crux of her public persona within Ta Tangia Enbria, was too tempting to pass up.
She signed the scroll and looked at the Monke,
“And with that, The House Of Stasucto And The Bonobo Matriarchies are internally bound by commerce and word.” She handed him back the slatted scroll, which he looked over with a smile and rolled up dexterously.
“I trust we're done with the formalities?” “Actually,” He responded, spinning about on the chair to place the scroll back on the table,
“There is at least one more thing to take care of.” She raised an eyebrow as he stood and began unbuttoning his jacket and shirt,
“Bonobos practice a tradition called Muhuri… Eh… Creating A Seal, as it might be called. When we make great deals like this,” She began to blush as he let his jacket fall to the floor,
“We mark the occasion with ceremonial sexual intercourse.” His shirt hit the ground, leaving him nude before her.
“Of course there is no pressure but it would be a great sign of international cooperation to practice one of the Bonobo’s most sacred of dealing rituals.” She had to admit there was something strangely off putting and yet… tantalizingly forbidden about it.
She had, until mere months ago, thought of apes like him as mere animals unlike humans…
But here he was… talking to her and making deals, writing contracts and being, in every way, a person… and a charismatic one at that!
Perhaps worse for her, he was not overly endowed but rather small and genteel… and she had not been gifted with the opportunity to be indulged by a civilized member since before Marek’s arrival.
“I… Eh…” She stammered,
“I suppose you’re correct… F-For the sake of… International Cooperation! O-Of Course…” An hour and a half later the two of them laid on a very disheveled… SOAKING bed!
She breathed heavily as he slowly levered himself up on the edge and grabbed a glass of water on the bedside table with one hand while the other fumbled at the drawer,
“That was…” She muttered, staring at the ceiling,
“By the gods…” “You weren’t so bad yourself!” He chuckled with a heavy sigh, leaning the entire glass back into his mouth in a single draw. “I’m the daughter of Kanda’s best dildo maker…” She said, almost proud but mostly just tired and stunned,
“I would hope I know my stuff.” “Oh, you’ve got potential, that’s for sure!” He smiled as he rooted around in the drawer for a small bag of yellowish-white powder.
“Very impressive for a human!”
Delicately he poured some out on the base of his palm and then shoved his nostrils over it, sniffing inward harshly and shaking his head for a moment before giving a loud ape call briefly… then settling down,
“oohohohooo… aaah!” He ooked out briefly, eyes rolling back before he gave a gentle groan.
“Would you like some?” He shook the bag at her,
“It’s human safe and it’s probably the last time you’ll ever be able to enjoy it.” She looked at the thing, narrowing her eyes in consideration… then shrugged, “Why not?” “You breath it in through the nose… it’ll give you a rush and then you’ll come down in about six hours. More than enough time to do everything you need, right?” She shrugged again,
“I’m no stranger to odd things in my body.” She leaned in and snorted the entire line in a single run, wincing hard for a few moments before putting the middle knuckles of her fore and ring fingers into her nostrils while sniffing.
With a brief cough she continued,
“On that note… The agreement.” “Right!" He stretched a bit and stood up as she sat on the bed.
“It’ll hurt for a bit and you’ll have to lean back but…” He stepped to his Briefcase and pulled out a long syringe with a rather oversized looking barrel full of GLOWING golden fluid,
“I have it on good authority you’ll survive.” She suddenly wasn’t so sure of it… but stayed the course,
“I do hope it doesn’t cause me to start going insane with pain or grief or something…?” “GOODNESS, NO!” he snapped with a somewhat hurt expression,
“No, it’s just a big needle… it hurts!” he scoffed, readying some sanitary wipes from a first aid kit he produced from a footlocker next to the bed,
“Honestly, I doubt you’ll feel anything at all until you are entirely changed… what happens is… lean back, would you?”
She leaned back on her arms, chest prominently displayed as he removed the blanket from her and tapped a finger on her lower belly a bit before rubbing an alcohol pad over a space on it,
“What happens is this stuff will enter your system and immediately start changing it into a Salusar. Your entire anatomy will be gradually rewritten starting with your reproductive system… given how important you have said this is.” He stabbed her in the belly there, drawing her to squeal! “What in the name of all gods!” She screamed at him angrily, slamming her fist on the bed as she clenched her teeth in pain. “I told you it would hurt.” he told her matter of factly with a small shrug before slowly pushing the plunger down “It’s hot!” She complained “Normally people complain about shots being cold… worry not, though… you’ll get used to it in a few minutes.” “How long does it take to finish?” “You will be fully Salusaria by the time the sun rises tomorrow. Stay in touch with development.” He ordered.
“Your new year, however, will be the start of a new you.” He informed her, that mischievously apish grin showing itself again
“Congratulations.” She briefly thought about that…
It was too late to go back now.
But the bonobo was all too aware of her presence even as he did not bother looking up from his desk. "I hadn't expected a visit from The Heir Of Stasucto…" Zakia the Diplomat greeted her,
"Though I'm afraid I don't have any information on Joan that I'm at liberty to give you." "No need…" the heir of Stasucto told him running a finger through her striking crimson hair,
"I am, after all, an investigator." "An awful strange way of saying ‘spy?’" the bonobo smirked back wryly She smirked back at him, eyes half lidded to put on a sultry expression.
"I have gathered that Confederates can grant wishes… as it were… For a price." she stepped closer, leaning against the wooden table of modern make.
"My boss, such as he is, has gained much from a connection with your people. I have learned much from this trade… I've also learned that you have made a human into a Salusar, Jon’s wife Lerato." "And you desire to be one yourself?" he raised an eyebrow "No… Not Really." she sighed,
"But I, like you, am on a mission that I simply must succeed in carrying out… and it has, within the last few hours, been made clear to me that my mission has… optional parameters that I am loathe to neglect" she gently pushed herself up onto his desk, her shapely rear gently sliding over his paperwork.
"And I'm willing to pay what I must for that to be done. For you see I have my own goals… And we're BOTH just doing our jobs, aren't we?" She asked as she leaned forward, her ample bosom getting closer to the ape’s face. The Bonobo sat back in his cushy chair, looking up at her as he laced his strong fingers together in contemplation.
"I realize you are… Used to getting your way, Miss Stasucto." he granted with an amicable smile,
“But a cursory inspection of Bonobo culture would educate you as to the… Childishness of your gesture…" he smiled knowingly at her as she seemed to balk at the comment,
"Come now, Miss Stasucto…" He continued,
"Surely you realize that simple flirtations will not serve to distract a practiced Bonobo Diplomat from the details. I've gotten more lascivious propositions from my subordinates trying to make a good impression at their first day on the job." "I…I beg your pardon?!" The crimson haired woman blurted out. "And the pardon, of course, is granted. I am, after all, a merciful individual!" the Bonobo responded without skipping a beat, standing up.
"No, no… I think you've still a lot to learn in the spy business!" he announced decisively,
"You've got a LOT of potential, though… And this new power you seem to aim toward… You will have no training in the core to teach you to handle it." "And you would be able to teach me?" she raised an eyebrow at him with a look of dubiousness in her eyes. "Goodness, no! I am a mere diplomat! Such things are not in our purview. But, just as you said, The Pro Simian Confederacy has resources and can grant requests that would otherwise make us seem…. Beyond limits, in a sense." he walked over to his ever present briefcase and snapped it open, peering inside while being careful not to show the woman what was within.
"Let's say I DO have what you're looking for… Something that will permanently turn you into a Salusar? I assume you must do so with the order in mind of reproducing with The Maiden Of Health?" She nodded, "I have until the new year moment… Upon which Joan will become Jon… And I MUST be there as they turn back to the body of a man!" "So you are… How do humans say it? Cutting it very close?" he smirked, peering briefly at the clock
"But you… DO have time!" he told her, leaning back against the foot of his bed.
"What… Exactly do you have to offer?" "I am the heir to the House Of Stasucto! We are fast growing and, with the aid of The Bringer Of Fertility, we will become Kanda's foremost artistic family!" she started "My apologies…" He waved a hand,
“I did not ask what your family has to offer…. I asked what YOU have to offer? All things MUST, after all, be equal!" "I…" she hesitated...
What DID she have?
What… WAS she without her family name?
She'd been training for months now, readying herself and even inventing new methods of honing her mental and physical fitness.
But she didn't really know what she personally had to offer beyond… Her body… Her time… her mind!
That was, after all, what Marek wanted of them all!
Her TITLE!
“I am the Daughter of A Partanar!” She told him almost forcefully,
“I, unlike many women of Kanda, have the right to own business, land and succeed my father’s line.” She told him, standing up… standing tall and proud!
“And there are avenues for my own expansion into public and even political life. I am also one of Ta Tangia Enbria… which I can only imagine you know about by now.” “I do.” He smirked, crossing his arms with a wry expression after a brief fidget with his suit jacket.
“Are you, then, offering yourself as a political partner of The Pro Simian Confederacy?” “If I were, would that grant me what I need?” “I couldn’t say just yet… consider this instead… you mentioned land.” “I did.” She acknowledged, bristling a bit for having involved such a word. “How much land?” “My father owns an Anar in Shar Essaro and has written in his will that I will succeed him while my brother shall expand our family.” She admitted. “A few square miles to settle upon is hardly something worth an eternal life under the sun…” “Then I will arrange more… It should not be hard… for your people are hardy. You may live in the lands that Kandia consider less viable.” She Offered simply “And so you offer sub-par land for the deal… in hopes that you may be able to get the better of it!” He snapped with a scoff, crossing his lanky arms.
“As a typical colonizer would!” “Then where WOULD you want?!” She snapped back at him, a touch offended. The Bonobo shrugged noncommittally, “What land would anyone want?” She stared him down for half a moment… but then sighed as he only returned her glare with a very apelike grin.
Her shoulders slumped a bit and she turned away to pace back and forth along the length of the room,
“Alright, so you want good land… I imagine wooded?” “Bonobos at least prefer such places, yes!” he admitted, that apish smile showing off his pronounced canines. She sat on a nearby chair and sighed.
She’d have to consider something outside the box…
Her family, despite the main branch falling out of favor when her father became an artist, had deep roots in many ancestral portions of the empire! “There’s always Lucus…” The Bonobo considered, looking back to his desk and seeming uninterested. “Lucus?” The Crimson Haired woman responded, seeming taken aback. “You know of Lucus, yes?” “Naturally! It's one of the founding Longia.” She crossed her arms.
“My family got its start in the southern hills of Lucus… masons and carpenters.” “Have you been?” He inquired simply “Many times… I visited my second cousin’s estate outside Poitara not even a year ago. Are you expecting to have that? It is, I will add, smaller than an Ano.” “No, no… I’ve been made aware of your family’s… assets. Your father is quite the rebel, isn’t he?” He smirked. “He’s a revolutionary.” She retorted flatly,
“My family could not see the benefit of artistry within their practicality. My father smuggled himself through enemy territory twice to acquire foreign secrets with which to raise our house to never before fathomed heights. I intend to do so much more.” She told him confidently… with certainty! “And how will you do that?” He sat in his desk seat again, leaning against the cushy material as he swiveled around to face her. She hadn’t told anyone, not even her own father…
But he wasn't just anyone, now was he?
She sighed, “The Stasucto Family must be united. My father, much as he is a revolutionary… is NOT a leader; far more concerned with day to day passions and pleasures. I was always more enterprising than him but my ambitions were halted by my sex and I now have the means to overcome those social limitations. Two cadet branches of the Stasucto Line will soon fall out of possession if they are not willed back into the family… A Gal and a Dogla in Lucus… If you give me this power… I will acquire them and Bonobos will be free to settle in these lands, coming and going as they please.” “Quite a promise…" He teased,
"But would you SIGN on it?” “To become a Salusar and complete my mission…" She considered,
"I suppose I might.” He grinned and did a quick spin on his chair, coming back around with a scroll in hand of slatted wood bark,
“How about we expand that to any Confederates and you’ve got a deal?” “Only if you never allow the information of this meeting to reach the ears of Jonathan Mondragon or their social network.” She reached out to take the scroll… but did not grab it JUST yet,
“AND leave an open ended clause reserving for The House Of Stasucto trade priorities over any mineral and finished sculpted imports by your faction within the Pro Simian Confederacy.” Her fingers curled around the scroll… But the Bonobo did not let go,
“ONLY Granted… of course…” Zakia smirked,
“That you can provide The Matriarchs with what they so desire. The Bonobo Matriarchies otherwise freely reserve the right to do business with other mineral and finished sculpted products merchants if The House Of Stasucto fails to deliver that which is required of them.” “I think you’ll find the House Of Stasucto has more than enough in stock to please the needs of the very Matriarchs themselves!” She smiled back at him almost comfortably. “Then perhaps you may arrange a shipment of five hundred marble dildos for my people as a means of showing how very dedicated you are to this agreement? We do not, you understand, like waiting long to know business is done.” She did not balk, “Agreed! Best to get these things done as fast as possible. Would I be permitted to send to my father and he would arrange the delivery through ApeTown?” “That would be amenable.” Zakia finally let go of the scroll and, as she unrolled it, her eyes flickered over the text within,
“You’ll find that everything we’ve discussed is there.” “Some fun Scurilia Trick?” The young woman chuckled. “Something like that. Contracts and Agreements in The Pro Simian Confederacy, you see, are far more… how do you Kandia say it? Ironclad?” We have ways of enforcing such agreements even upon greater deities. If you sign this, simply put, you will be required to carry out the terms within.” She sat down on the bed and went over it twice… then considered… and then a third time,
“Am I to have a time limit?” “You have announced that uniting your house is your primary concern anyway…” He shrugged,
“Suffice to say that we trust you’ll be motivated to do so… and as such our agendas are met as well.” “Hmm…” She pondered, going over the wording.
“Quill?” She waved a hand at him, still staring at the letters. “I actually happen to be a bit of a fountain pen fanatic, if you don’t mind.” He handed her a finely tipped reservoir, glittering platinum engraving on it reading ‘Zakia.’ She took the pen… thinking about what this would mean.
She would no longer be human.
She would no longer be able to consider herself anything but alien.
She would be able to breed with mortals but she would not stand within their ranks any longer… Then again!
How was that ever any different from her life under Marek?
She was already an untouchable agent of a female spy army pulling one over on one of the very FOUNDERS of her nation, competing with gods and monsters all to carry a child back to her homeland to raise as the replacement of said founder… should they ever steer from the path desired by her own master… a Founder as well!
And no matter how she considered it, no matter where her mind went… she couldn’t help but acknowledge that this would be what brought her up into the vaunted halls wherein only their equals could stand! She truly WOULD be “Unapproachable!”
And THAT idea, the very crux of her public persona within Ta Tangia Enbria, was too tempting to pass up.
She signed the scroll and looked at the Monke,
“And with that, The House Of Stasucto And The Bonobo Matriarchies are internally bound by commerce and word.” She handed him back the slatted scroll, which he looked over with a smile and rolled up dexterously.
“I trust we're done with the formalities?” “Actually,” He responded, spinning about on the chair to place the scroll back on the table,
“There is at least one more thing to take care of.” She raised an eyebrow as he stood and began unbuttoning his jacket and shirt,
“Bonobos practice a tradition called Muhuri… Eh… Creating A Seal, as it might be called. When we make great deals like this,” She began to blush as he let his jacket fall to the floor,
“We mark the occasion with ceremonial sexual intercourse.” His shirt hit the ground, leaving him nude before her.
“Of course there is no pressure but it would be a great sign of international cooperation to practice one of the Bonobo’s most sacred of dealing rituals.” She had to admit there was something strangely off putting and yet… tantalizingly forbidden about it.
She had, until mere months ago, thought of apes like him as mere animals unlike humans…
But here he was… talking to her and making deals, writing contracts and being, in every way, a person… and a charismatic one at that!
Perhaps worse for her, he was not overly endowed but rather small and genteel… and she had not been gifted with the opportunity to be indulged by a civilized member since before Marek’s arrival.
“I… Eh…” She stammered,
“I suppose you’re correct… F-For the sake of… International Cooperation! O-Of Course…” An hour and a half later the two of them laid on a very disheveled… SOAKING bed!
She breathed heavily as he slowly levered himself up on the edge and grabbed a glass of water on the bedside table with one hand while the other fumbled at the drawer,
“That was…” She muttered, staring at the ceiling,
“By the gods…” “You weren’t so bad yourself!” He chuckled with a heavy sigh, leaning the entire glass back into his mouth in a single draw. “I’m the daughter of Kanda’s best dildo maker…” She said, almost proud but mostly just tired and stunned,
“I would hope I know my stuff.” “Oh, you’ve got potential, that’s for sure!” He smiled as he rooted around in the drawer for a small bag of yellowish-white powder.
“Very impressive for a human!”
Delicately he poured some out on the base of his palm and then shoved his nostrils over it, sniffing inward harshly and shaking his head for a moment before giving a loud ape call briefly… then settling down,
“oohohohooo… aaah!” He ooked out briefly, eyes rolling back before he gave a gentle groan.
“Would you like some?” He shook the bag at her,
“It’s human safe and it’s probably the last time you’ll ever be able to enjoy it.” She looked at the thing, narrowing her eyes in consideration… then shrugged, “Why not?” “You breath it in through the nose… it’ll give you a rush and then you’ll come down in about six hours. More than enough time to do everything you need, right?” She shrugged again,
“I’m no stranger to odd things in my body.” She leaned in and snorted the entire line in a single run, wincing hard for a few moments before putting the middle knuckles of her fore and ring fingers into her nostrils while sniffing.
With a brief cough she continued,
“On that note… The agreement.” “Right!" He stretched a bit and stood up as she sat on the bed.
“It’ll hurt for a bit and you’ll have to lean back but…” He stepped to his Briefcase and pulled out a long syringe with a rather oversized looking barrel full of GLOWING golden fluid,
“I have it on good authority you’ll survive.” She suddenly wasn’t so sure of it… but stayed the course,
“I do hope it doesn’t cause me to start going insane with pain or grief or something…?” “GOODNESS, NO!” he snapped with a somewhat hurt expression,
“No, it’s just a big needle… it hurts!” he scoffed, readying some sanitary wipes from a first aid kit he produced from a footlocker next to the bed,
“Honestly, I doubt you’ll feel anything at all until you are entirely changed… what happens is… lean back, would you?”
She leaned back on her arms, chest prominently displayed as he removed the blanket from her and tapped a finger on her lower belly a bit before rubbing an alcohol pad over a space on it,
“What happens is this stuff will enter your system and immediately start changing it into a Salusar. Your entire anatomy will be gradually rewritten starting with your reproductive system… given how important you have said this is.” He stabbed her in the belly there, drawing her to squeal! “What in the name of all gods!” She screamed at him angrily, slamming her fist on the bed as she clenched her teeth in pain. “I told you it would hurt.” he told her matter of factly with a small shrug before slowly pushing the plunger down “It’s hot!” She complained “Normally people complain about shots being cold… worry not, though… you’ll get used to it in a few minutes.” “How long does it take to finish?” “You will be fully Salusaria by the time the sun rises tomorrow. Stay in touch with development.” He ordered.
“Your new year, however, will be the start of a new you.” He informed her, that mischievously apish grin showing itself again
“Congratulations.” She briefly thought about that…
It was too late to go back now.
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