by Tim Morrison
Chapter 8.3
Prep For The Ball - Oceanside Manor, Tara -3 BA
“Aya, don't argue with me. I don't want you hurt, and you promised me you would be safe.” Kya whispered as she held the small gel capsule.
“What will it do?” Aya hissed at her, determined to keep her voice down so that the Mistress did not hear them.
“It will get you wet, very wet and well lubricated so you can handle the Lord Emperor if you do manage to get him alone. I have heard that although he is not long, he is thick, my dear. You are not very big so he will tear you if he enters you. You have to be safe.” Kya whispered back.
Aya sighed and nodded. She had flutterbies already, and now she would have very slippery flutterbies even before she could put her plan into action. She breathed slowly as Kya's slim fingers deftly slid the gel capsule between her labia and into her sheath, then up right against her cervix.
“There.” Kya said as she gently withdrew her fingers and dried them on a cloth. “Now at least you can handle the man if you do manage to get to him.”
“I'm going to get to him, Kya. I'm going to have him and he'll never forget it, either.” Aya said as she brushed her skirt down and made herself presentable for the afternoon.
They spent almost an hour with Aya very carefully winding thin lines of transparent cord around Kya's torso, arms and legs, tracing lines along each major muscle group and then pressing them into place with skin adhesive so the lines would not dislodge for at least another eight hours. As her fingers were smaller, Aya had no problem threading each line into a flat power pack that was attached at the base of Kya's spine, and once they were all connected, she sat back and looked at her friend.
“Ready?” She asked.
Kya nodded. “Light me up.”
Aya reached behind her and pressed the button to turn on the lines. Bright waves of fires sped down the wires and it looked like Kya was burning with sunlight streaming down every part of her body. As she moved, the light seemed to flow with her, causing almost a bright halo effect. Aya quickly scooted behind Kya and made an adjustment to the power pack, the lines of fire began to gently ebb and flow as they ran in trace lines along her torso and limbs.
“Much better. Once you have the outfit on, you'll glow like the Cometary storm itself.” Aya said as she critically examined the placement of the tiny light wires.
Kya shook her hair, and the wires threaded through it caught the light from thousands of tiny clear jewels and made her hair spray light across the room. “It looks fabulous. You really did a good job, Aya.”
Aya smiled and leaned close to whisper in her friend's ear. “That thing is working, I'm getting really slippery already.”
Kya smiled and kissed Aya's cheek. “You'll be safe now, that's all I ever wanted, my Aya.”
Then she heard a gentle knock at the door and both turned to see the stylist, a renowned artist by the name of Rauge, who was there to make Aya into a living work of art for the ball.
Rauge walked into the room and then did a slow turn all around Kya, looking at her from all angles. “That is remarkable. You used light wire?” He asked.
Kya nodded. “Aya managed to get a supply from the palace. The wire is too coarse for electronics, but it works wonderfully for this. I'm going as a living comet.”
Rauge laughed. “Excellent choice, my darling girl. You will look wonderful. I am going to transform the Lady Aya into the living Oxymax Nebula. A Comet and a Nebula, what wonderful concepts for costumes at the ball.”
He sat down, and opened his kit. Carefully laying out the tools of his work on a small table beside him, he looked at Aya and then tapped the stool in front of him. “Come here, young miss. We have work to do.”
Aya slipped out of her robe and stood on the stool, a bit wobbly until Rauge helped her to find her balance. Then he looked at her body very critically before pulling out a fine tipped airbrush and loading on a vial of very fine white body paint.
The paint went on cool, like a constant light breeze blowing all over her, and as she looked down, her body was getting streaks of pure white, coating her pale skin in shimmering pearl white that glimmered in the house lights. Rauge worked quickly but very efficiently, coating almost all of her in the white, then switching vials and putting on another layer of a slightly different white. Then he changed vials again, and she felt the whisper of the airbrush as different coloured streaks began to appear all over her. He moved so fast it was almost like a type of magic, and both Kya and Mistress Tya were staring astonished as their girl transformed into a living image of the Oxymax nebula.
The whorls of the deep sand-coloured clouds swirled around her breasts, with one nipple highlighted with the Pulsar at the heart of the nebula, and the other the G2 star that was the home of Clan Desinlo. Her stomach was a roiling mass of deep yellow and red clouds that swirled in the ever-changing gravitational play between the pockets that inter weaved the nebula. With gas streamers running down her legs and arms. Her eyes and face were covered in the deepest black, with speckled flecks of brilliant white to indicate the cluster of stars that sat above the nebula, her hair had been coloured the most brilliant reflective silver, to allow light to dance off her as she turned.
Each finger and toenail was a brilliant point of self-illuminated light, so she glowed in the dimming daylight like the self-lit nebula that she had become.
Tya had the two girls stand side by side, Aya fully nude, coated in the body mask that showed her as a brilliant representation of the Oxymax Nebula with brilliant reflective silver hair speckled with tiny jewels. Kya, also nude, glowing with a hundred streamers of light and wearing a billowing robe of transparent reflective fabric that helped the threads to glow and diffuse, making her look like a glowing cloud of star stuff, a Comet to rival the swarms that descended into the heart of the Tara system every seven cycles.
“Rauge, you have outdone yourself.” Mistress Tya said. “You two girls truly take my breath away. At this ball you will both be the talk of the palace.”