ORIGIN - lesbians?! in MY cave tunnels?! more likely than you think...

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The crystal clear waters were wonderful for admiring reflections. If it wasn't for the current, Hog was certain she'd be able to see her reflection perfectly, framed by the silt and rocks. Her dark eyes watched her own reflection, twitching only to look from her own eyes, to her large ears, her round and soft belly, to her trotters. She'd opted to sit in the open, tucked up on a rock that jutted out from the waters; a low but small platform for her to admire the waters.

After her visit with the Collector, she'd found herself oddly troubled. With a deep scowl, she looked over her reflection again, as if taking stock of what was there.

Once again, it followed the same; eyes, ears, belly and trotters. As if scrutinising them for long enough would reveal whatever answers she was looking for. Eyes, ears, belly, trotters. And yet, every time she looked, it was still the same. How droll.

With a huff, she slumps back, casting her gaze instead across the dimly lit tunnel. It was a good place to think. Yet, she'd come for a different purpose, her eyes cast across the waters. Seeking something...

...She squinted against the dim light when something caught her eye. A dustmoth? Hopefully, she still needed all eight before the tavern would give her coins. Perhaps coming here from Pieces had finally paid off, and a few strays had entered the tunnel.

Scrambling to her trotters, she scurried over the rocks to reach the potential moth; she could definitely see something fluttering up above, just near the tunnel ceiling. Her trotters made a faint clacking as she hopped from rock to rock. Some nagging part of her mind told her it was too big to be a moth, but what did she know? She'd never been here before! Maybe moths just grew that big here!

So, off she went, closer and closer. It wasn't until she was directly below it that she noticed how huge this thing was. It scrabbled across the tunnel ceiling. When it finally looked at her, its pupils reflected the low light of the cave into bright pinpricks. And then, the beast lunged for her.

Hog squealed as it landed, a sharp pain from her backside sending shock through her system as she made an effort to flee from the dragonbat. Thankfully, it hadn't grasped her, though it looked as if it were ready to change that...

@Banshee

As soon Hog squealed, there was a gasp of shock from the other end of the tunnel - two, actually, in unison. Not a moment later, the very loud sound of something quite large came stomping from the darkness, getting louder by the second. The Banshee appeared seconds later, quite a terrifying sight, sprinting on two legs, with tentacles aplenty streaming beyond it like a skirt, both heads twisted in a snarl. Not at Hog, though. Their eyes looked up and around until they caught sight of the dragonbat hovering near the ceiling.

"YOU!" One head shrieked. "Are you picking on a kid?!" Cried out the other, seamlessly picking up the dialogue. They darted forward to hover below the thing, both necks bending a little too far to look up at the beast. Their legs bending were the only thing that warned of what was coming next, as the gigantic creature leaped upwards, claws extended, trying to snag them into the bat's fur or wings, but falling short as it fluttered farther out of their reach.

"Come here, kid, we'll keep you safe." They crouched defensively, tentacles raising and preparing for the dragonbat to strike (and also to shield the little guy from it).

@Hog

The piglet wasn't going to say no to help at a time like this. She slipped across the rocks and dove for the stranger to cower behind them, their odd appearance unnoticed in the flurry of panic. Hog ducked behind tentacles, squeezing her eyes shut in the hopes that the nasty beast would simply go away.

"What is it?! Why is it trying to get me?" Hog yelled, ducked with her head low and her scratched rear up in the air.

Both questions had an easy answer; the dragonbat had seen the young and small gembound and likely assumed it was easy prey. However, now there was a much larger combatant, the beast seemed uncertain. Especially when this one was more than twice its size.

Still, the piglet let out a shaky breath, not daring to look up, not yet. "Is it gone?"

@Banshee

With the kid on the other side, away from the very scary bits of the Banshee, the heads began to peel apart slowly as a purple tongue slide out to lick along the teeth. At the sight of three sets of predatory teeth snarling in its direction, the dragonbat most certainly was intimidated enough to shriek and scuttle away over the ceiling, disappearing into the shadows.

The neck closed and the two heads turned towards each other. "Are you okay, babe?" One said, her hands immediately raising to gently caress the neck of the other. "Of course, babe, I'm always okay." She mirrored the action, leaning in for a quick peck on the lips before they remembered the kid.

Both heads turned simultaneously, sweeping around to get their tentacles out of the way and they squealed in unison as they kneeled down in front of Hog. "Oh, oh my goodness! You! Are so cute!" They reached forward, one hand from each side, to gently grab at the pig and lift her up, like they'd just found an adorable little lost kitten.

@Hog

Hog kept her eyes squeezed shut, at least until she heard something moving away. Worried it may have been her saviour, she peeked her eyes open to look up at the white women before her. Unintentionally watching the display of affection between them -- Them? Two of them. Hog's eyes trailed down the body of the stranger-- strangers? -- only they shared a body.

That was something she hadn't expected. "Um," Hog said very intelligently. It was as she was lifted that her backside made itself known again. "I think it got my back, near my tail. It hurts." Hog complained, though she tried to turn to see it, she couldn't.

There was a set of claw marks over her backside, where the dragonbat had tried to grab her. And now the adrenaline was wearing off, it really did hurt. Truthfully she didn't know why she told the strangers, perhaps she couldn't think of anything else to say as she was hoisted up; not that she seemed to mind being held.

"I think your cute too-- Um, both of you? Is there two of you?" She asked with a tilt of her head, looking between each face, likely not noticing the third between them.

@Banshee

Maiden gasped in shock as the two of them maneuvered the child around in their arms to view the backside. One of her arms reached around between the two of them to gently caress around the wounds that had been infliced on the poor child. Morrigan sighed. "It doesn't look too bad. It's a pretty shallow scratch.It should heal quickly! Don't you worry!" Smiling, they turned Hog back around, looking very much like they were just going to hug her like a stuffed animal.

"We could help you with that if you want," Morrigan offered, nodding towards the scratch. "I wouldn't call us medical professionals but we know a few things!" Maiden nodded, a free hand coming up to move the hair out of her face. "It looks like it hurts soooo bad. I'm sooo sorry about that nasty bat, that was so mean! To hurt a cute little thing like you!" Ohhhh they just wanted to keep Hog so much! The two heads looked to each other and Crone thought, in that moment, that it would be nice to have a cute little pet! Something to carry around under their arm that they could look at sometimes...oh, but then they'd have to get a second one, because then they wouldn't be symmetrical anymore. It shuddered at the thought. Perhaps they wouldn't.

With the Crone's change of mind, Hog was gently set back on the ground and they, instead, kneeled next to her, again sweeping the tentacles away so none would sting. "Yes! This is my beloved Maiden," she reached to caress, again, the cheek of the other, while Maiden reached up to touch her. "And this is Morrigan! We are MADLY in love." As if it wasn't obvious.

They didn't ask for Hog's name, suddenly lost in each others' eyes.

@Hog

Hog turned her head to catch each speaker, looking very much like a dog at a tennis match as she tried to keep up with the conversation. She didn't seem to mind being manoeuvred around and held, hanging limply in their grasp, her little legs swaying each time she was moved. Just an audience to their endearments and a thing to be held.

Hog didn't yet know what a 'third-wheel' was, but she was beginning to get an idea.

"It hurts a lot." She eventually says, swivelling to look back up at the two. "Nothing has ever hurt me before..." She continued with a contemplative frown, trailing off as the two got lost in each other. Whatever her internal debate was, it didn't seem she planned on sharing it with the class.

"That'd be nice-- Oh! You are two people! That's so cool!" Hog suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, beaming up at the two. Her soreness was forgotten as awe took its place. "Hello, Morrigan! Hello, Maiden!"

"It must be nice. You're never lonely!"

@Banshee

"AWWWWW," Maiden turned away from her lover and crowed, looking sympathetic (although in all of this, both of them looked like they were trying and failing to express as much as they wanted to), "I'm sorry, baby! We could...hmmm...look for something to bandage it? We don't really have anything here..." They set Hog down gentle and immediately began looking around, each head looking off in different directions (and Crone, as well, moving its red eyes to look).

But even after sweeping around a bit, they found nothing but rocks and dust and they didn't particularly think that was going to help bandage a kid's wounds. They returned to Hog, looking disappointed.

"Sorryyyyy," Maiden sighed wistfully. "We would like to help more. We have family that might be able to help?" Morrigan turned towards her lover and Maiden sniffed. "Oh yes but I don't think this little dearie will want to meet them?" And both of them could feel the urging in their mind to take Hog back to the hive with them. UGH couldn't they have anything for themselves?

Still, they sent a query to the Hive. Did they have healers that could help a poor injured gembound?

They remembered, too, that the pig had said something else as well. "Hm! Oh, yes, yes we are never lonely! I am never without her. And I could never be sick of her." Morrigan leaned forward to gently kiss her lover on the cheek.

"It's dangerous, isn't it? To be alone?" Morrigan pouted as she looked back at the pig. "Do you have anyone to watch out for you?"

@Hog

Hog's silly little tail wagged as she was doted on. The feeling of being liked was far outweighing the sting of her backside. It was at that moment, when they looked around, that she spied the third set of eyes. She tilted her head at them, not unlike a dog watching a trick. Though she couldn't tell what the extra set of eyes meant. Another person? Or did they just have three eyes each?

"It's okay! Thank you for trying!" Hog beamed up at the two before her smile faltered. Did she have anyone to watch out for her? "Um, I have two feather friends. They're nice, but I don't see them all the time."

Hog mulled over the question before shaking her head. "I think it's just me. I don't have anyone like you have each other. It's not been dangerous until today. Most people have been really nice!"

Hog nods firmly, because they all had been nice so far. Most of the wildlife was small or ran away, the people in Scorpio had always been nice, and the feathered gembounds were her friends. Everything was normally nice...

"Are your friends not very nice? Is that why I wouldn't want to meet them?" Hog asked, peeping up at the two, they were so nice. It was hard to imagine them being in with a bad crowd...

@Banshee

Maiden's hand clutched at her heart (neck? shoulder? the anatomy was odd) as they realized how alone poor little Hog was. "That is, like, so sad! We can't imagine being so lonely! Do you need a friend? We would love to be your friend, little one! Have we asked your name?" Oops, they certainly hadn't had they! They glanced at each other and giggled, as if it were funny, or some inside joke that they had just completely forgotten to ask the name of the gembound they wanted to be friends with.

Morrigan sighed. "It's always safe until it isn't... It can get so dangerous so quickly!" Not that they'd had any experience but, well, they'd seen their family's memories and feelings. How horrible some of these brutes could be!

But now they had to explain the family and Crone's eyes narrowed as it tried to think of an explanation that would work for the kid. Maiden tapped her chin. "They are nice. Some of them." Morrigan, too, looked thoughtful. "But they can be much! They can be pushy." Maiden laughed lightly, and it was an oddly rasping high-pitched giggle. "Yes they're not for everyone! But they're a good crowd." They felt a bit of a surge of pride in themselves. How was that, Mother? Where they being good ambassadors? Showing such love for each other but being so tactful and not pushy! Was she proud of them?

@Hog

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