October Catchall

[faithfulson]

Who: Luke Skywalker, Jaina Solo, Rey, Maul (and probably Reaper)
What: Catchall for October (including events), as well as some backdated stuff. If you would like a prompt, feel free to message me, or start your own thread.
When: Through the month
Where: All through Trench
Content Warnings: Mild body horror in unmasked prompt. Others TBD.

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[survivalthroughhate]

"Alright, alright, don't lose your head now," Maul said. He knew such transformations weren't always pleasant to go through, so he did have some real sympathy. There was a water spigot nearby, so Maul turned it on and tore a piece of cloth off his pants to serve as a rag. "Come here." Once it was damp, he started to wipe off the paint on Luke's face.

"You'll likely be stuck with what's already happened for the foreseeable future but I doubt it will last forever," he said as he got most of the paint off. The other thing about transformations in Trench was that they rarely lasted a short amount of time. It appeared their Pthumerian hosts liked to watch them shift forms, perhaps allowing them to feel for a little bit like the Pthumerians themselves even if it was done unwillingly.

As usual, Maul was being followed around by a couple members of his cult. He gestured one of his followers over and whispered something to them. They nodded. "It will be done, Lord Maul." Then off they went. Really, if Luke had turned into a puppy dog, there was only one appropriate way to respond to the situation and that was to get him a collar.

[faithfulson]

Luke closed his eyes as Maul helped him clean the makeup off, his tail absently swishing back and forth happily. By the time he opened his eyes again, the follower had already left, and he was too preoccupied with making sure that all of the paint was off that he hadn't sensed anything amiss. It was a moment before he finally leaned back on his heels, letting out a breath; other than the transformation that had already happened, he felt like he would be okay.

"T-thanks, Maul," he finally said, his ears limp against the top of his head, reflecting his mood.

[survivalthroughhate]

"Don't mention it," He told Luke. "It could have been a lot worse. You might have been on all fours and barking by the time I was able to help." And yes, he was fully well-aware of the double-entendre he was saying. He pat the ears one more time to make sure nothing else had happened but it appeared Luke was going to be alright now. Aw, such a soft little puppy.

It was about that time that Maul's cultist came back with what he'd told them to find. "Is this what you requested, Lord Maul?" One of the followers asked. They held up a beautiful little collar meant to be worn by a human.

"Yes, that's it exactly! Thank you," He said, taking the collar and holding it up towards Luke, a gleeful expression on his face. "So what do you think?"

[faithfulson]

His new ears, much to Luke's chagrin, seemed to have a life of their own, as did the tail. The ears perked up a little bit at behind pet, tail wagging happily at the attention. He tried to get it to stop, but it wasn't something he fully understood. Controlling his prosthetic had come more easily to him than these new appendages, though maybe that wasn't too surprising; it's not like his ears could wiggle before all this.

He raised his head at the sound of the cultist stopping by to hand something off to Maul... only to end up narrowing his eyes, his ears flattening on the top of his head again. Oh this... this... damn troll he was friends with!

"No," he stated flatly.

[survivalthroughhate]

Maul twirled it expertly around one finger, letting it build up momentum as he spoke to Luke. "Oh, don't be like that. I think you'd look simply adorable in it." The words came out in a gleeful tone with how pleased Maul was at Luke's reaction.

He reached over and scratched Luke vigorously behind one of those flattened ears. He had a sensitive scalp himself, especially around the areas where his horns were, and knew that scratching that area could feel very nice for the other individual. It was all done in a playful manner. Really, he was just having far too much fun with the puppy-like Jedi right now.

[faithfulson]

Luke had a retort ready on his lips, but then Maul had to go and scratch behind his new ears. He let out a faint, please sounding noise before he could stop himself, leaning into the touch as his tail swished back and forth enthusiastically. Oh... oh that felt so good, and even his foot started tapping in time with his tail before he finally caught himself.

He shooed Maul away with a hand, though it was difficult considering how nice that felt.

"D-don't do that!" he whined.

[survivalthroughhate]

Maul was content to keep scratching behind Luke's puppy ears until he found his hand pushed away. This was just too much fun and he decided to continue this as long as possible.

He paused for a moment, hand still hovering by Luke's head. He had seen that wagging tail and knew Luke must have been enjoying what he was doing. "Oh? Are you so certain you want me to stop?" Maul said, mercilessly teasing the Jedi. "Because you don't sound like you really want me to."

[faithfulson]

A low, not very human-ish growl made it's way out from deep in his throat, though once again his tail betrayed him, flopping impatiently against the ground over the fact that he wasn't being scratched. He managed to withstand the torment for all of a half of a minute, before he leaned up toward that teasing hand, demanding the attention again.

"I hate you for this," he grumbled.

[survivalthroughhate]

"I know you do," Maul said breezily. "But you already knew I was on the Dark Side." And hence subject to doing some slightly evil trolling now and again.

He started rubbing the floppy ears again. The Zabrak was enjoying himself far too much right now. This was the best thing that could have happened with all the transformations going on right now, even with the trauma of Luke having his human ears just fall right off.