...I think I would have liked this 'Skitter'. Quite the memorable warlord, it seems.

Very well, if your decision is made. Theft is almost as good, anyway, if it's by your own cleverness and power that you succeed in it. Don't be stupid, little fox. If you die, it's your fault.

"...What a weird dream."

The next morning, her unnatural lust is ... Still there. But she's horny enough that it's really not hard to masturbate, at least, and that keeps the worst of it away. It's distracting, but she has a mission to accomplish.

She sketches out everything she remembers of the walled town's layout, from her brief visit inside the walls to the tavern. The tavern too, since it seems like it might be 'home base', as it were. She thinks about the walls, and tries to figure out if she could climb over them. How might she get detected? Sight and sound, most obviously... Air magic can dampen sound. Binding that into runes so she doesn't have to maintain it the whole way will be slightly tricky.

She sneaks closer to the town again, watching the walls and the guards from a distance. Do they walk outside the walls? Or along the top? Do they seem lazy and bored enough to ignore her at night?

The town walls aren't made to be walked along; they're a palisade, a fence of sharpened stakes tall enough to deter most climbers, and force legitimate traffic to enter through the gates. It wouldn't exactly be easy to climb the wall, but it wouldn't be any harder than it would be to climb over a row of thin and limbless trees. The palisade is supplemented by wooden watchtowers; some of these mount ballistas, while the others are staffed by crossbowmen, enough ranged firepower to encourage most creatures to seek easier prey. At night, the guards make do with torches to give them a somewhat clear view of their surroundings, and there are bells to ring if any serious threat is spotted. Most likely, though, such a threat would be noticed sooner by an attack on the outlying farms, so if the guards don't have special reason to be on alert, they tend to be a little lazy.

There are regular patrols, even at night, but it's a fairly simple pattern. A patrol leaves from the eastern gate to circle the walls once every hour, and they finish their route after about 15 minutes. A second patrol leaves from the western gate to make a round of the neighboring farmlands twice a day (just after dawn and just before dusk), to keep an eye out and make sure nothing has gone wrong. Notably, each patrol has one person carrying a magic spear; once, you catch it being used as a tentacled thing springs up from underground, and the spearman stabs deep into the earth to kill the attacking creature.

Her observations and preparations are a little rushed, on account of needing to get back to Luna and keeping being... Distracted. It's getting a bit worse over time, as if masturbating is not quite enough. 

It's honestly really unpleasant when she's trying to fight past it, the constant need. Even if masturbating is fun and distracting, she doesn't want to be distracted right now.

Even though the patrols could maybe stumble upon her fingering herself and clap her in chains before she can react-

N o p e. Okay, yes, that's kind of hot in the moment, but way too squick long term. Pulling on that disgust helps her focus.

She practices climbing trees. She's nimble, DEX monster, like she observed right at the beginning. And magic tinkering is really absorbing, as long as she takes it in short enough chunks that she doesn't drift off into a fantasy and ruin a segment. She can make, with a full day, a crude silencing doohickey. That she hides inside her clothes so the glow won't give her away. She doesn't try to make gecko pads for her hands, but experiments until she gets something that works. Construct magic, to make gloves with lots of surface area and those microscopic gripping surfaces. Her foot-claws are pretty grippy already.

It's not conveniently cloudy, but that just means she has to stick to the shadows.

She sleeps and waits for twilight. She climbs over the wall, slowly, quietly, five minutes after the hourly patrol passes, well after the farm patrol has gotten back, peering over the sharpened stakes at the top to see if anyone is looking in her direction.

It's late twilight, getting on towards dusk. Nobody's looking for her in particular, and the sentinels on the nearest watchtower are paying more attention to their dice game than their surroundings. The streets are fairly quiet at this hour, though there's still some foot traffic, but many buildings are lit.

Her ears and tail are fairly distinctive, there's not a lot of large-eared and tailed demihumans around from what she's seen. But she doesn't have a proper hood and when she tried tying the ears down like an unruly ponytail it was wildly uncomfortable. And the tail helps her balance. 

She kips over the spikey top of the wall with a smooth motion, and drops straight to the ground, absorbing the fall with her legs and the sound with her runebound silencer where it rests against her side.

She heads for the center of town, sticking to spots of low visibility. The shadows next to buildings, ducking under windows, and checking surreptitiously around corners before crossing streets and alleys. Something tells her she wants to avoid rooftops, as assassins-creed-y as it would be.

-Right, watchtowers. They can see all the rooftops.

Towards the center of town she goes, fearful of being spotted at any moment.

Actually. Since she's here, she should probably confirm where her rescuee/kidnapee Daisy is living? She seemed to be taking over the old apothecary.

...And so, Wynn diverts from her twilight raid on the slaver's tavern to spy on an apothecary.

There's definitely a few people walking around who could potentially spot Wynn. They aren't especially observant, not being particularly on-guard while in town. Still, Wynn has to do quite a bit of sneaking to avoid possible notice.

The apothecary itself is apparently closed, but a dim light glows in the back.

She sneaks up to the back window, as the falling sun bathes the whole town in steadily deepening shadow that she seems to almost melt into.

It might not be Daisy. But she did promise to check back, and ferry her back to safety if she wanted. Slaver band or not, that still holds. She taps on the back window and whispershouts (coming out to about normal conversation volume), "Daisy? It's Wynn!"

After a few moments, the shutters are opened, and Daisy peers out.

"Oh good," she says, stepping into view of the light from inside. "Hi, uh. Checking on you... I guess."

The fireplace's light doesn't do too much to illuminate Wynn from across the room and through the window; with the last of the sunlight fading away, the rising (and notably tentacular) moon is providing more light than anything from inside... but the combination is enough for Daisy to recognize Wynn.

"Hi yourself," says Daisy, looking rather frustrated, and definitely still 'pregnant'.

"Yeah, uh. I'm- Being sneaky." She blushes, feeling kind of stupid. "Because I thiiiink I might not be welcome here but I still want to keep my promise and, like, arrange a signal to check later. Or something. Also apologize for making everything harder than it has to be."

"Why wouldn't you be welcome?"

In response to Wynn's apology, Daisy sighs, "Well... I'm not really enjoying things here and still probably want to go back once I've arranged a place for my seeds, but I think I'm starting to understand why you pulled me out, even when I didn't want you to. I'm not happy, but I'm also... more of a person? I can forgive you for that much, at least."

"Well, I still need to know how to mess with collars, but Mr. Bossman over there is fucking disgusting and I couldn't stand trying to- Negotiate or something. So I need to get that another way, right? Which is gonna make him mad. And- More of a person, yeah." Sigh. "Anything I can do to help? Maybe I should come inside if we're going to be talking for a while though."

Daisy nods, and opens the back door, letting Wynn inside.

"I guess I've got two problems right now. The first is that I need to find a safe place for my seeds, but there aren't many farmers who want great big aphrodisiac flowers growing anywhere near their lands, so I'm going to need another escort into the wilderness for that. The second... well, I don't think I'm drugged any more, but..."

She blushes, "I'm still, like, constantly horny, but no matter what I do, I can't seem to deal with it, and I just feel so empty all the time. I even tried offering myself to the guards, but no one wants to fuck me while I'm still full of strange seeds."

"I'll certainly escort you out, for that, yeah. - I don't know if you're just - I don't know how that stuff works. I've been way too horny for the last couple of days too. I - I - could make you a, erm. You know."

She makes a jerk-off motion, looking to the side.

"Out of rock, not fancy silicon or anything, but, yeah."

It takes a few moments for Daisy to get what Wynn's implying, but when she does, her blush intensifies.

"Um... that might help? I guess I could, uh... try it?"

"Yeah yeah, I mean, every girl oughta have one if she wants one, worth a try, least I can do, or or or, or something."

So.

How does she ask this random woman she's kidnapped and is pregnant with aphrodisiac rapemonster seeds what kind of dildo she would like?

...She doesn't? Yeah. That works. She can just not ask and thus avoid making it even more awkward. 

"I'll get on that then, just a bit of Earth magic. Just need somewhere to sit."

Daisy gestures to a stool beside the workbench, conveniently near the fireplace. Some half-processed herbs can be seen (and smelled, kind of like potpourri) littering the bench.

She recognizes some of this stuff, from her weirdly-installed instincts prompting her to gather some of it. Alchemy, huh?

Well, she sits and focuses mana into her hands. It's a simple spell, just a bit demanding. Slowly, a lump of rock begins forming in her hands. Common sandstone, forming bands as she condenses it somehow. She works it like clay, slowly reshaping it to a long, smooth form. Add a bit more here and there, make it just a bit bigger, shift in her seat and add a little flare here where it'll press nicely on-

-Oops. Focus.

The result is a ten-inch-tall monster, shaped like the vines of the sweety pod flowers, slightly curved with a round, bulbous tip wide enough that it'd be asking a lot for someone without a bit of stretch to take. Well. They both have some stretch, as she's seen.

She spins around, blushing volcanically, and takes a deep breath, eyes closed. "-Er. There. I can go for something more - normal. If you want. I - distracted."

Daisy isn't blushing much less than Wynn, but she takes the plant-shaped dildo nonetheless.

"Thanks; I'll, uh... see if it helps."

"So! The other thing I wanted was, like, some sort of signal? If - I can't come back into town again to actually talk. I can scry but it's not super detailed, so like - something you wouldn't ordinarily do but I could see if I scry outside the apothecary, would mean you want to be escorted out into the wilds, like if you put vases in a specific order or something, it means I should find you somewhere or leave a note. Or something."

Daisy gives Wynn a worried look. "Are you planning to do something that'd prevent you from coming back to town?"

"I- I need to know how the collars work, and the guy who knows is a total asshole! So, yeah! Probably. Unless you've got a better idea. I kind of thought I was barred already even!"