She starts with the ones in his shirt that didn't break the skin and assesses their hookiness level; is there a way to tell which way they curve so she can get them out in the direction they went in without tearing anything?

They are not particularly curved, though there's some sort of texture going on with the tips and they don't come out of the shirt as easily as it seems like they should.

She should be doing some kind of - patter, this has to be excruciating - "Be patient, I'm checking over the ones that didn't get into you so I don't hurt you any more than I intend to." That sounded okay? Maybe?? What happens if she scrapes a fingernail over the business end of a quill, can she figure out the texture that way.

"Yes ma'am."

It's somewhere between sticky and rough if she scrapes her fingernail up the quill, but smooth if she scrapes it down.

Nasty. But it means she should pull it out as straight as possible.

"Now, do you want me to tell you how many there are," counting, counting, "or should that be a surprise?"

"Um. I want you to tell me."

"Fourteen. Count them when I pull them, as though they were cane strokes." Is that helpful. She has no idea. Subs are aliens. This is not really a situation where she can Google it. She presses firmly around either side of the first quill, the one that looks shallowest, with one hand and then yanks as straight and firm as she can with the other.

A sharp intake of breath - that hurt way more than he expected.

"One."

"Do you need a break, or would you rather them all quick?"

"All quick, ma'am."

"Safeword me if you change your mind." Next one. Press and pull.

"Two." He was ready for it this time so it wasn't that bad. Or it was positioned in a less painful place, he's not sure.

She keeps going till they're all out.

It turns out two was definitely just positioned in a less painful place than basically all of the rest. He safewords at seven but is ready to resume pretty quickly afterwards because he would really just rather this be done. He does apparently start crying at ten but he doesn't notice that until he curls up afterwards and notices his vision is blurry.

When he safewords she stops and pets his hair and tells him he did a good job telling her when he needed a break. Asks for a color, when she sees tears.

He leans into the pets so much! And smiles weakly when told he did a good job asking for a break.

"Green, I think, I want it to be over," he says when she stops again.

"Almost done. Count them." Four more pulls.

And then she pulls him into a hug.

"Fourteen..."

And then he is going to cling so tightly! And cry on her, hopefully that's okay.

It's so okay, he just had fourteen space porcupine quills pulled out of him! She hugs him and rubs his back. "You did good. You did so good."

"I did?"

He is sooo clinging.

"Yes, you did great, good boy."

Oh good. 

Lucien slowly transitions to a sort of out of it but happier state, still clinging to Isabella (who is extremely good) but also rubbing his face against her a bit.

She has no idea what a reasonable amount of post-de-quilling aftercare might be and will not try to pull him off her for a while. She will pet him and hold him.

"I really like you," he sorta mumbles to her at some point. "You're really hot."

"...thank you. I hope that made it easier, with the quills."