Paid Scenes In Lubby's Cave

Huge thanks to @SneakyOne for his massive help with setting up the plugins and animation! Check out his great scene work here.
And special thanks to @xxxa for permission to use Lubby's hair in this scene, she wouldn't be the same without it!

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Video at bottom!

Sir Kay crept down the passage, torch flickering red on the glistening walls. He'd been underground for ten minutes already, sword drawn, peering into either gloom or cramped stone walls - but now, he was sure, he saw a light flickering in the tunnel ahead. Finally, the den!

He gripped the hilt, then remembered to relax - proper form and technique depended on it. The monastery villagers had said that this thieving horde wore only filthy skins and rags... so his challenge would be their numbers, if they even held weapons that could breach his armor. Easy! And if they were too numerous, he could fall back to this corridor and slay them one by one.

Kay could smell the noxious creatures from here - unclean green things, known to leave their waste where it fell. Indeed, a few more steps, and Kay trod in something soft and slimy. He scraped his boot along the rock floor, hoping it wasn't what he suspected. A few more steps, and another squelch - he winced. He could smell it this time: definitely foul.
He told himself to focus on his deadly task - cleaning boots could come later! The flickering light was just ahead...

Sir Kay fully slipped in dung, and all balance left him. He windmilled briefly, and landed flat on his back with a grunt, a crash, and a squelch.
His sword and torch, flung in opposite directions, clanged and clattered on stone; the latter guttered when it hit the floor ahead of him, almost extinguished.
The brave knight immediately rolled in his heavy plate until he could heave himself upright, and drew his dirk as he regained his footing, ready to defend. Whatever occupied the cave ahead must have heard his fall... but there was nothing, no movement.
Torch first, he thought, then sword... no use scrabbling around in the dark, in the waste, for his long blade.

He didn't dare rush, lest he slip and fall again, to be caught vulnerable. He crept forward, dirk at the ready. Only a few more steps, and the torch would be in his hand... one more step...

Light flared. Kay looked up, mid-reach. The next cave's opening was before him, and he could see its light source from here - it wasn't a crude bonfire, or a burning brand, but a candle.

A candle? Down here, in the dung?
The torch on the floor went out. Damn. The only light was ahead - better to retreat than to risk fighting in the dark! But... a candle?! Curiosity won. Kay stepped forward, craning.

In the chamber, surrounded by several fat tallow candles (clearly stolen from the monastery), was a short bed. Stacked vermillion cushions, embroidered, with yellow tassels. Pottery lay around - vases and urns, some large and of ancient style, and almost all of it unbroken and upright. And kneeling on the bed, staring at him with large multicolored eyes, was a little monster.

Kay halted, staring back. She was wearing rags, as told, but... not much of them. What they left exposed was more than Kay had seen from literal harlots in the Capital City. He gulped. She cocked her head, pointed ears twitching.
So did her nose.


"Why you come through toilet??"
Kay gawked, at a loss for words.

"Bad air in there, you not know about ventil- ... ventee... air flow? Good air comes this way!" She gestured at a side of the cave where dim bluish light, far-reflected sunlight, emanated. "You come that way next time, yes? In front door! Not through toilet!" She shuddered, causing a cascade of jiggles.

This is a trap, Kay thought. These creatures can be clever. Where are the rest of them?
He advanced into the room, glancing quickly around, dirk held ready.

"Oh no, why you actually covered in shit?!" The monster moaned, gesturing in disbelief. "No, no! Don't bring THAT in here! What you doing, filthy man?! Leave the shit in the toilet, THEN come in!!"

Kay stared. She had a point. It WAS nice in here, the air was definitely fresher, and you could practically call the chamber "richly furnished"... with the monastery's stolen things, but still... they weren't soiled. Too badly.
The green girl waved at him frantically, making her breasts swing and bounce. "Bad smell! Into toilet! Take off, or don't come back!"

He finished casing the room, peering into corners and shadows. They seemed to be alone, and she had no weapon. Slowly, he sheathed his dirk, and began to unbuckle his helmet. HIs warrior instincts screamed: Why... why was he following her instructions?? Pauldrons, breastplate... he placed them back in the "toilet" corridor... gauntlets.
"Yucky shoes! Off off!" ...even his boots...

Finally, Sir Kay stood in the candlelight in only his trousers and linen shirt, damp with under-armor sweat. The kneeling green girl nodded with satisfaction.
"Okay, come, come now! What you want? I know, I know - I take too many stuff, you want some stuff back now, yes?" She gestured at the floor. "No problem. Take book! I can't read, the little words hard for Lubga. I am Lubga, Lubga am I. You want book? And big cutter? Shiny!" Kay leapt back as she swept a sword from behind a cushion, but she flipped it and waved the hilt toward him. "This was in cave when I came! You take, it heavy for Lubga, I am not warrior. Nice! Shiny! Yes?"
The hilt was gilt and bejeweled, the blade wavy - such a style of longsword hadn't been made since the smiths of the Old Empire, with their lost secrets of Caldean steel. It was easily worth more than Kay's whole estate.

"Loob-, um. Lubga? I came to, uh, bring it all back. You stole it from the village and the monastery, it's not yours to keep. None of it."
Lubga scoffed. It was cute. "Silly man! So it not yours neither! And how you plan to carry off so many stuff at once?? Greedy! Here, take this one: nice vase, good for flowers. No flowers here." She was suddenly crestfallen. "Nobody here to give flowers to Lubby. I... like flowers."

Kay suddenly really didn't want to kill this lonely little thing, with her cushions, her threadbare rags, and her disproportionate mammary fat. How could the villagers have been so mistaken?
Then, he had a ridiculous idea, a solution that promised ever more problems...

"Look, you like to be around pretty things, right, Lubga? Lubby? What if... what if you could be around even more nice things, all the time? With... flowers, in a garden." She blinked at the word, attentive. Kay hesitated, then forged onward. "See, you could live in the manor, where I live... if you help, do work, around the place. But only if you cease your burglary. And...you'd be safe. From bad men, not like me, who will want to hurt you and take your things."

Green-orange eyes regarded him, and a smile curled behind her little tusks. She bounced. "Okay! I go live with you, stinky man! With flowers, and nice things. Teach you to use toilet right, but that okay. We bring all this stuff later, through front door. You carry." She cackled with glee.
Well, that was easy, Kay thought. I hope I'm not making not a huge mistake.

Lubga suddenly flipped to her back, knees up and apart, her ankles and toes curled in anticipation. She spread her buttocks with her hands, inviting, and Kay found himself staring into bright pink among the green - compact but well-fleshed, and tantalizingly haired. She watched his face quizzically.

"Pants off, you! Come, I start work right away, okay? Then we go live in your nice man house. Come, come, I work hard, see? Lubby work hard, you give work to Lubby too!" She cackled again. "And... you give Lubby pretty cloth to wear? I work extra hard for nice cloths. All around your house, you say? Yes, yes... let's do that, work all over the house!"

Was this "work" to the little green girl? Clearly, something had been lost in translation! Nonetheless, Kay wordlessly accepted these new terms. His pants hit the floor.
Lubga's eyes widened, this time with something other than glee.
"Okay, I forget about big man-knob! Poor Lubby... No, I still do job, but... maybe not work Lubga TOO hard..."

...To be continued...

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Features

Animated with BodyLanguage, ForceForge, and with hand-made expressions in Timeline.

This scene includes 10 animated poses, introduced by two "solo" poses.


Teaser video:



Instructions

• Open the menu (F1) and select a pose on the right.
• There is a panel of controls on the left - click the book on the floor to reveal them even when the F1 menu isn't open.
  • "Randomize speed" - obvious
  • "Thrust
  • "Performance Mode" button turns off all but 2 lights and turns off the Vibrations plugin (butt/thigh/stomach jiggle).
  • "Auto-Camera" turns on Cinematic mode, which switches automatically between camera angles (NOT poses).
  • "Reset PostProcessing" if the scene suddenly looks drab - some things may turn it off (opening the Save menu, for example).

If a pose loads and looks wrong (bad penetration, awkward limbs), switch to another pose and then back again - this fixes it 95% of the time.

Let me know if you run into issues!