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Her very first experience as a professional Charleston dancer in a genuine speakeasy had not lasted as long as she may have liked. Granted, she had not expected it to even be possible in the first place, yet her friend had made it possible for even an odd vixen like herself to blend in among the humans of the past for a few days. To top it off, each time she had been in the center of the stage, dancing her heart out to band's music, she knew she was the sole focus of her friend's attention. It was more than she could have ever asked for.

By all logic, the woman sitting in the back of the club should have drawn much more attention, but Tazel had quickly come to understand the extent of her friend's abilities through the few days spent in Chicago.

Nobody questioned why a four-armed blue fox in a short black dress was the main attraction of the evening, nor was a single eyebrow raised at the enormous woman dressed in the black pin-striped suit and three fedoras, whose eighteen-eyed gaze never left the one specific dancer.

It was a symphony of jazz and tommy guns which led the otherwise joyful evening to an abrupt end. Through circumstances unrelated to either the fox or the Alari, the speakeasy had become a major target for the authorities. Their time spent in the prohibition era had been a short one.

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Tazel was almost immediately surrounded by her friend's many limbs. A stray bullet could easily venture off from its intended destination into her body, something she knew the Alari would not allow. At nearly twice Tazel's height, and many times her weight, Vela's ten arms and six legs were more than enough to completely bury the fox in deep blue flesh, protecting her from all harm. The sounds of the 20s were quickly replaced by Vela's increasingly loud and raspy breathing.

Tazel recognized the sound well enough to know what was happening. Vela had already proven herself to be nearly impervious to human weapons, and Tazel knew a simple flurry of bullets would not be enough to harm the large woman.

Tazel's guess was confirmed when Vela collapsed onto her back, her breathing slowly returning to normal. The fox remained on the six large cotton-clad breasts, which were large enough to serve as a mattress. Knowing her friend would just need a moment to recover, she looked around in a mix of awe and curiosity.

The bright rays of the sun shining on the stony step pyramids made it abundantly clear that Chicago was far away. Vela had brought them both atop one such pyramid, which gave an impressive view of the city below. Citizens moved through the crisscrossing roads like busy ants in a geometrically organized colony. The warm climate, the unique architecture, and the excessive green vegetation beyond the city all indicated to Tazel that they were now in South America or Mesoamerica.

"Are these... Aztecs?"

"Teotihuacan, actually... We're in fourth century Mexico, so these came much before... I'm afraid I didn't really have much time to plan our next destination. Wiggly waggly, timey hiney, you know the drill."

"It's okay, I-"

Tazel gasped softly as Vela wrapped all her arms around her. She felt the heat of the blushing on her cheeks, but otherwise enjoyed the feeling of being picked up so easily, only to be safely cradled against her friend's unusually numerous and large chest. Vela gently squeezed Tazel, and then lifted her up even higher, in order to have the fox sit on her shoulders, immediately behind the middle head. Tazel blushed even more as she held onto that head's horns, feeling she should place her twin shafts in a way which would not make them poke against the back of Vela's head. The knowing wink coming from the left head confirmed that the reason the Alari was aware of the positioning. She simply didn't bother to change it.

"This was a really big city, in its time... It was much bigger than most cities in Europe, even a few centuries later, not to mention how skilled they were with technology. No human really knows why the city was suddenly abandoned. Would you like to find out?"

Tazel gasped and nodded quickly. From where she sat, however, she felt her gaze drop down to the dark abyss against her will. Despite the massive amount of cloth which had went into tailoring Vela's custom suit, the top left exposed a dangerously high amount of cleavage. It was a mystery as to how the suit remained closed, instead of bursting apart at the seams at the slightest breath. The placement of Vela's ties only accentuated this oddity, as those laced around the side heads rested atop the highest pair of breasts, while the middle one lay snugly between them, buried deep within the blue cleavage.

Tazel felt somewhat aroused at the view from such an angle. She was also a little jealous.

"Shall we?"

Vela grinned up at Tazel with both side heads and winked once more. She didn't quite wait for an answer, but just proceeded down the stone pyramid. The earlier dance show seemed to have left quite an impression on the large woman, as she didn't exactly walk down normally. Each of her many hooves left a loud, resonant clack when they struck the stone staires, which echoed down into what was a large plaza. Her steps had a distinct rhythm to them, which were soon accompanied by the snapping of her fingers. Even with four of her hands holding on to Tazel's lower hands and her legs, the six others produced a somewhat steady beat, which were soon joined by Vela's humming. The vixen held on even more tightly with her legs, when she recognized the symphony produced by the three different heads.

As soon as the sixth hoof had transferred from the pyramid to the ground, Vela hoisted Tazel off her shoulders and into the air, holding her by the hands and waist. Seeing as Vela was about a meter taller than she was, Tazel didn't quite mind being held with her feet off the ground. It was definitely unusual, but she smiled at the opportunity to dance once more, after being interrupted in such a way.

It appeared the Alari had planned for the difference in height, however, as Tazel's paws were quickly greeted by a large surface. She knew full well what it was, as Vela would often use it to place Tazel at the same eye level. Despite it originating from the hind pair of hips, it was no impairment to the Alari's movement. However, she was rather surprised to feel it covered by the same material as the rest of the dark suit. Tazel shrugged, figuring it had likely been planned for when the suit was made.

"Care to dance?"

Tazel failed to hide her joy at the question, nodding many times, very quickly. She felt one pair of Vela's hands on her waist, and her own four hands were each held by one of her big blue friend's. The remaining four continued to snap along with her humming, providing a simple tune in lieu of an elaborate band.

The vixen didn't hesitate. With a wide grin, she began to hop and move around, her overly long necklaces bouncing around, which said nothing about the parts of her body which remained loose beneath her dress. The makeshift dance floor proved to be even more enjoying that she might have expected, in more ways than one. Not only was the warmth against her paws very delightful, she could tell by the slight changes in Vela's facial expressions that the pleasure went in both directions.

The kicking of the legs and the swinging of the arms eventually came naturally, even with no accompanying music. Vela had let go of Tazel and simply watched attentively, careful not to miss a single movement. By the way the dance platform gradually seemed to give her a larger and larger area on which to perform, it was clear that the Alari was enjoying the show.

Before long, Tazel knew there were more than the eighteen usual eyes watching her. From all around the plaza, people stood and watched the show. Some were dressed in the colourful clothes of the era, while others were dressed in suits and dresses reminiscent of the 20s. Others wore nothing at all.

Every single one of them had smooth blue skin and three pairs of arms. No single human was to be found, only a crowd of identical women, all focused on the very same person.

Tazel continued her number, using the occasional spin as a way to catch a glimpse of the seemingly endless number of spectators. Some of the bipedal Velas sat on the steps of the pyramid, others sat on yet others' shoulders, and some even watched from atop the original tauric Vela's lower back. Despite the enormous crowd which had assembled to watch her dance, the only sound to be heard was the soft, muted thumps of Tazel's paws against the organic, cotton-covered dance floor.

Tazel danced and danced, but she soon reached her limits. Exhausted, she let herself fall into the main Vela's arms and smiled. The Alari smiled back and winked, just as every single one of her other bodies clapped. The sound was deafening, but Tazel's ears were kept safe in Vela's gently engulfing hug consisting of the ten arms as well as the large, multicoloured feathery wings.

"The curtain falls, but you're not getting away just yet. You have many, many fans out there, and they love you very much."

Tazel blushed, but she was too exhausted to reply. She could only smile and nod while catching her breath. The sudden, simultaneous kisses on each cheek as well as on the mouth surprised her slightly, but she had no reason to complain. She was literally surrounded on all sides by her big blue friend.

She felt her back and tail start to get rubbed, gently but firmly, a feeling which soon included her legs. The massage happened without the hug ever stopping, the number of hands covering the vixen's body having quickly increased beyond the usual count of ten, especially since the ten original arms remained wrapped tightly around her.

Vela's many clones had snuck onto the makeshift "stage", surrounding Tazel from all sides. Few parts of her body remained uncovered for very long, quickly relieving her muscles from the stress and tension. Tazel knew she would be taken care of during her trips with the Alari, but she had never imagined such an all-inclusive scenario.

Before long, Vela had leaned her torso forward, so that it lay horizontal over the "stage" below. She un-wrapped her arms around Tazel and carefully set her down, allowing the blue fox to feel the pulsing warmth of the makeshift floor against her back. All three of Vela's original heads closed their eyes and leaned in to kiss Tazel on the mouth and neck, keeping this up for quite some time. Enjoying the moment, Tazel closed her own eyes and allowed the pleasure to fill her body, which was soon being covered by the kisses of many other Velas.

The kiss lasted long enough to give Tazel the impression that many centuries had gone by. While her eyes remained shut the entire time, opening them would have revealed nothing but the sight of Vela's countless bodies. Many times during the kiss, she felt a powerful rumble beneath her, but she wasn't sure whether it came from her own body or one of Vela's. Each time it happened, Vela uttered a short series of words in her native tongue.

"Miri'an... Tol Miri'an..."

It was Vela that collapsed first. She let her torso fall gently against Tazel, the six large breasts providing some much needed cushioning against the Alari's weight.

The clones eventually vanished one by one, not coming back into view once they had left Tazel's field of vision. The ancient Mesoamerican city gradually came back into view, but it had changed considerably. The architectural wonders had fallen into ruin, and the city was devoid of all human life. Somewhat unusual, however, was the strange glint which seemed to cover the surface of the buildings, leaving a slight reflection similar to that of water, even though the sky was completely clear of clouds.

Vela kissed each of Tazel's cheeks once more, whispering with the middle head. The city's emptiness mattered to neither Tazel nor Vela.

"Miri'an, Tazel."