Temple of Inala, the Altar of Beauty
Once upon a time, this space would have been the grandest cathedral of Babel, despite being smaller than a cathedral would normally be. There are only a few stone pews, as the ceremonies of the Yodhinala tended towards private gatherings. The main Altar is made of alabaster, bone and marble and may once have been inlaid in gold as well. The sides are covered in reliefs of the Goddess of Love and Pleasure, except for one side where the sculpture was crudely hacked free. Open gaps in the vaulted dome once held beautiful stained-glass depictions of Inala as well, taken by looters or destroyed by the Yodhblakat or later forces.

A heavy fur has been draped over the altar for the benefit of Snowcora, as the heavily tattooed albino Shrine Maiden needs something that won't abrade her skin. There's even a fur-covered pillow, which Mave fluffs up for her. The Yodhinala is also naked and decorated with swirling blue patterns on her otherwise white fur.

"It's very simple," Mave explains. "During the normal course of a year, the Yodhinala in the Temple would generate a lot of energy for Inala with their normal activities of making love and having children. That energy would be used by Inala for various purposes, including manifesting for special occasions. Since the Temple has been abandoned, however, we need to take up the slack and generate a lot of energy all at once."

"Can we not just invite a bunch of people to come have an orgy here instead?" Snowcora asks while eying the altar before her. "I mean, I'm not needed for this at all if that was done. I don't need to become any odder."

"We need far more energy than mere mortals can produce," Mave notes. "So, we'll take a shortcut! It's something you've done before, even: you will collect the energies from all of the Sabaoth Seven, then transfer it to me."

"I'm going to do what now?" Snowcora asks and eyes Mave. "Are you playing a joke on me?

Mave blinks at the accusation, and puts a hand to her chest. "Why would I do that? Don't you enjoy the demons?" she asks.

"Because you enjoy messing with me, and trying to prove you control me?" Snowcora points out with a smirk.

"No, I do not control you, Snowcora," Mave claims. "I simply reward you for giving control to me on occasion. Now, are you ready to summon the Seven?"

"What is the purpose of this?" Snowcora asks, "What do you need the energy for? Does something need to manifest?"

"Inala has been ignored, and this must be rectified," Mave insists. "Don't you love Inala?"

"That is beside the point," Snowcora counter-insists. "I am trying to understand what all this will be for."

"Must you always question the will of Inala?" Mave asks, pouting. "It will be used for something important."

"I have to question everything. Look what happens when I do not question Gorphat," Snowcora points out.

"So you trust Gorphat more than Inala now?" Mave asks, looking shocked. "Inala will no do terrible things to you, unless they bring you pleasure. There's a special dungeon for that in the Temple.."

"I didn't say that at all. I shouldn't trust any of them," Snowcora points out, then sticks out her tongue. "So, I guess I can't argue out of this?"

"No, but you seem to want to get bopped by a pillow," Snowcora threatens and even grabs the pillow on the altar.

"Look at it this way," Mave says. "After you have collected the energy of the Seven, you get to transfer it to me. And I assure you it will be.. epic."

"You'll somehow use it against me. I just know you," Snowcora claims as she pokes Mave with a pointy end of the pillow. "But fine." She tosses the pillow back onto the altar, then climbs up on it. "Why does all the horrible things happen to me?" she has to think to herself as she settles in.

"As comfortable as anyone about to be gang-molested by demons," Snowcora huffs. She sticks out her tongue again.

"Oh, you make it sound like a bad thing," Mave says, and starts rubbing the orb to 'warm up' Snowcora.. and send out the 'come and get it' vibe as well.

"If it's so good, take my place," Snowcora counters while she is still able to speak. That gem is actually worse that Gorphat's blessing on Nicora once it kicks in full force ... and she can feel it building already; the warmth and 'need' is quite ... distinctive.

Not surprisingly, Rugharo is the first to appear. He quite eagerly grabs Snowcora and drags her to the edge of the altar, then forces her legs wide as he goes right to full-steam-ahead. He does show some affection at least, aside from the lust, by licking the woman's face and torso with his wide tongue. His breath is.. earthy, certainly.

Poor Snowcora makes all sorts of faces. Even with her blessings he's quite, ah, well he can fill anything to beyond its limit, or at least make it feel that way. "This is staying out of any book. All of it, forever," the human thinks in a few moments of lucidity. It's probably even more frustrating to admit that she, well, enjoys it! Her legs are curled around Rugharo's back.

The demon of Lust is only too happy to expend all of his energy, to the point where he literally fades away after the last bit of spirit is transferred (which feels very weird, since he was inside Snowcora at the time). The blue markings of the Shrine Maiden's loins and lower torso are glowing now. "You seemed to enjoy that," Mave points out.

"So what if I like guys with really big ... parts," Snowcora tries to huff, but it comes out all 'breathy' and suggestive instead. "It both hurts and feels good."

Speaking of hurting but feeling good, the next to appear is Sunala's demon: Skekos. One of the most armored and fearsome looking of the Seven, he's even armored there, which at least adds some interesting and stimulating texture to the experience, since the demon himself is a bit cold and dispassionate in practice. But like Death, he is also patient and deliberate.

Ow, ow, spiny, stabby," Snowcora thinks. What she says, though, is completely different. She's encouraging him, moaning, cooing, and even pawing at him! She's developed some sort of insect fetish from all of this apparently!

He also prefers Snowcora bent face-down over the altar, to better admire the tattoo of the Sea of Souls on her back.

Since the demon is patient, it takes some time - and a bit of poking here and there on Snowcora's back, since he sometimes plays with the rings (that normally appear on the bat's wings). Or maybe he's pretending to torment a soul in the tableau on Snowcora's back? When he finally finishes, the Shrine Maiden isn't certain of it, due to the slight overstimulation from the monster's various bumps and ridges. Her back feels warm now though, and is probably 'glowing' black somehow.

Snowcora finds talking to her pillow a bit liberating. She can say anything she wants about Mave and it is all nicely garbled and muffled. She doesn't want Mave knowing that yes, she is enjoying this.

Hosheb appears next, rounding out the Trinity of Inala-Sunala-Gorphat. Instead of jumping on the Shrine Maiden, however, he sits at the end of the Altar and just looks at her.

Snowcora blinks a few times at Hosheb. "Yes?" she finally asks of him. "Is there something you desire?"

The demon takes Snowcora's left hand, and runs a claw over the intricate green designs. "Shrine Maiden," he says in his ratchety insect voice. "My lust is for Nicora. You must draw it out of me, for I cannot simply give it now."

"But that is so much woooork," Snowcora actually complains, but she sits up anyway. Unsure of how to actually inspire this demon, she has to use her hands to explore, touch, and then listen for responses. His form is alien, but she knows it well by now; focusing on lower areas first to get, ah, tubes to appear. She even tries licking and ... nursing on bits of the demon!

This does the trick - Hosheb may not have been boiling over with passion, but he was easily aroused by the Shrine Maiden. It's a small reminder that the demons are meant to serve her.. even if it's the first time one has actually seemed submissive. Still Hosheb simply lies back and offers himself.

And Snowcora doesn't give him what he finally asks for, not yet. Instead she continues to tease, lick, and nurse. It's hard to say how long she's at it, but eventually she settles her entire body down on his and takes him. "You were more eager when I was a doe," she teases in whisper in one of his misshapen ears.

"You were mine then," Hosheb replies. "The Maiden.. is different. It has been some time, and I am one of many who serve you. The Yodhgorphat.. is irresistible to me now. She belongs to me."

Snowcora giggles at that. "But she is not horrib like you are," she teases again, then her movements start to collect his energy as well.

Hosheb begins to 'help' at this point, moving his hips (or equivalents) and holding onto Snowcora with multiple appendages. "I am only half horrib. She accepts them. You are she as well. It is complicated. But she is marked for me."

"Well, you have sired children with her. Er, me," Snowcora points out. She even starts kissing his segmented neck. This is truly the stuff of nightmares.

The reminder of siring children really gets Hosheb's engine going. Now the grip of his appendages is less for caressing and more to keep Snowcora from being thrown off!

"And she is so willing to do it again; to be all swollen and squirmy; full of larvae," Snowcora teases. It's the last she can sat really, as she finds the pleasure of it is making it harder and harder to think straight.

"Hmmm, that could generate a lot of energy too," Mave notes, still just.. standing there and watching. At least she hasn't been judging each 'event' yet.

It takes some time to fully drain Hosheb - a testament to just how much Gorphat's status has risen recently, perhaps. That and because of the nature of horribs, probably. It does mean that when Hosheb begins to fade, Snowcora drops a few inches to the top of the altar.

"I volunteer," a voice from the shadows says, as Gronegk makes his presence known. "We will have our own pack of hunters," the demon says, sidling up to the altar and licking the sweat from Snowcora's chest. Her left forearm is glowing now, a bright sickly green.

Snowcora giggles, "Of course you would volunteer, but it is not possible. It only was for the doe through magic and injection of eggs that it worked." She then grins, adding, "But that doesn't stop me from trying!" The human soon turns and positions herself as if she was a mate of the same species as Grongegk. The demon gets a nice rear view from that.

The grok-Eeee hybrid climbs onto the altar and takes the offered bait. There's a lot of passion there - Vengeance is all about passion, after all. But Gronegk also stays true to his claim of being the most 'considerate' of the Seven, and makes sure Snowcora isn't just enjoying it because of her special blessings (which let her enjoy just about anything).

And Snowcora encourages him too. She even tells him he is a very good boy at some point! But, she might have to deny saying that later. But it does give away she is quite enjoying this, and the position, apparently. Maybe she has a fetish about being a 'brood mare' so to speak!

Rephath is still a powerful presence in Babel, with the Yodhrephath undiminished and active - and somehow even more visible now that they've moved from guarding the Pit to hunting down pirates. Gronegk has a lot of energy to give, and it literally warms Snowcora's heart as the Scales on her chest glow. Since the cups are on her breasts, those get a nice tingle as well. And even then, it takes some time for the demon to exhaust himself. It does make for a slightly sore rump for the human however. That might be glowing too, just not with divine light.

Nicora collapses onto her stomach and giggles like a maniac. "Okay, /that/ was fun," she has to admit to Mave. "Sore, but/ fun."

"That one really seems to like you," Mave notes. "You have been a bit vengeful of late though, what with hunting down the Yodhdiphath.."

The C-Listers all show up at once. Greve and Chezek hiss and spit at one another to see who gets first shot, while Ephasto shivers off in the shadow of a pillar, knowing that he always goes last. The two demons work out their differences however.. and both approach the altar. Greve jumps onto Nicora and giggles crazily, while trying to tie her up in silk strands.

"Hey, I can't participate if you tie me up!" Snowcora complains to Greve. Yet, she doesn't actually struggle, so perhaps the human actually likes it anyway? She is a bit crazy after all.

Once the Shrine Maiden's wrists and ankles are stuck to the altar, the somewhat timid Chezek hops up and mounts her. He's one of the smallest, weakest and stupidest of the demons - but that could be said about any of these three. Greve bides his time suckling, which isn't very long. The Yodhbarada still operate, at diminished capacity, but are not in demand as they once were. Chezek doesn't have a lot of energy to contribute, but does get Snowcora's lips to glow at least before expiring.

Greve tries to take up the slack. This could also be why the marks for Barada and Blakat are relatively small on Snowcora. The spider-like demon's face is pretty ridiculous as well as he chugs away. He manages to last a little longer than Chezek though, giving Snowcora's eye-hugging daggers a nice red glow.

"Better, but barely," Snowcora complains afterward. She's a demanding one and apparently expects a lot more for her 'lovers'. Or she's just insatiable. She wiggles her bum around still, even while webbed to the altar!

"And you were so reluctant earlier," Mave points out, and then turns away so she won't laugh when Ephasto finally waddles up. The rotund creature has to flap furiously when hopping to the top of the altar and then.. sort of squats there in Snowcora's lap as he tries to position himself properly. His giant, crazy eyes spin around in all directly and he squawks and bobs his long thin neck about like he's wagging his tail once he finally connects and does his best.. which isn't very good.

And poor Snowcora ends up having to laugh herself at the utter ridiculousness of it! "Oh, Mave, this one is for you. He's perfect!" she teases.

The laughing actually seems to excite the bizarre hybrid, who gives up his energy to make the symbols and fine silver tracings across Snowcora's remaining skin light up. Of course, he doesn't fade away like the others: true to his Eeep heritage, Ephasto explodes.

"Wahahah! I can make men explode!" Snowcora croons, absolutely pleased with herself over that.

Mave comes over, and begins pulling at the webbing - which is really dissolving on its own by now. "Now we can begin the second ritual!" she says happily.

"Maybe I don't want to give you all this energy. Maybe I should give it to Inala myself!" Snowcora says, sounding rather drunk at that.

"You will be, actually," Mave assures, and rubs Snowcora's orb a few more times. "Now.. become Alptraum," she requests.

"That's kind of hard to do like this," Snowcora complains as she tries to swap and push Mave away. It's rather half-hearted, really, but once she has room, she tries to contact the shadow and shift back to ... mostly normal.

With so much energy.. it happens almost too quickly. Alptraum snaps into being.. and feels as if the real Snow has been working her mojo on him for hours. His fur is black and dark, so all of the energy Snowcora had collected seems to be gathered in one spot on the Eeee's body - almost painfully so. And it's all glowing, to the point of near-transparency: he can see the implants and the rings as dark forms in the brightness.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow," Alptraum complains loudly! "Was this necessary? This really hurts. This is not pleasurable!" He also tries not to look too much because, well, it was traumatic enough when the studs were inserted the first time! Being made to see them is ... disturbing.

"You can cool it off in the waters of Inala," Mave notes, climbing onto the altar with Alptraum. "That is to say: in me."

Alptraum would say something sarcastic if he wasn't hurting as much as he is. So, without a word he actually grabs Mave and pulls her into his lap, then tries to cool himself by, well, part of himself going into her!

It does help. More than help! It's like a bolt of lightning running down his spine, up through the linkage into Mave.. then bouncing right back again. It is like experience a female level of pleasure, focused down onto that more specific male area. And then Mave moves and the world just explodes.

And Alptraum says the most intelligent thing he is capable of! "Arglebththt," he says. He even nods wisely.

Of course, it just keeps going on. It is just like that time back in Worms, with Inala in his lap.

Mave keeps moving too.. apparently this isn't even the energy transfer yet, just the build up!

There is no more thinking, it's just .... a haze of sensation and 'fire'. If you told him he were dead it wouldn't even register right now.

It's a pleasant haze, at least, even if it does feel like the bat's body is dissolving into it, or that a delicate part of his anatomy is going to end up converted into a lightning bolt. Of course, when the moment comes.. it isn't just a Little Death. It's a big Whopper of one, such that Alptraum finds himself.. transported. The temple and altar are gone, and he's sitting on a familiar lounge in a familiar mountaintop gazebo. This is where Taahira came, when Inala primed her..

"I don't know if this is good or bad," Alptraum admits, sounding rather tired from where he rests in a lounge all sprawled out. "The last time I was here I was made fertile enough to be a host ... and that lead to all sorts of disturbing experiences."

"That sounds terrible," an unexpected voice notes. A white Eeee slides onto the lounge from.. nowhere? Glowing green eyes and raven tresses match the voice as well. "Are you too tired for me?" Lilith (or the image of Lilith) asks. "You always wanted me, didn't you Alptraum?"

"But you aren't Lilith. And that's the whole point," Alptraum points out, then taps the Eeee's nose. "An image of Lilith is not Lilith."

"But it's different at least," Lilith-Inala claims. "Energy alone isn't enough.. I need variety."

"But it is ... it's fake. And it degrades the memory and dream," Alptraum admits honestly. "I'm sorry."

"Who would you prefer?" the woman asks, her hair going white, eyes becoming blue and her figure filling out more to become Inala. "Someone from your memory? A complete stranger? A Lapi? Fnerf? Dragon? Naga? I can be anything. You can be anything. We can be everything."

Alptraum's brow furrows. "I ... don't know," he admits. "Not Rosalind, though. That would be even worse; no shadows of her." It's ironic that here in the land of pleasuer he's having a hard time thinking of what he would actually enjoy.

Inala's features soften, change and reshape themselves. Now she's Snow, pale and unmarked. And then, with a few subtle changes.. she's an elf. Still pale as Snow, but with blue eyes and pointier ears and facial features.

Alptraum's brow furrows again, then he shakes his head again. "Sorry. Almost every Eeee in existence would be thrilled to be here and accept the offer for their dreams. And here I am and ... I don't know. I don't mean to offend you. What do you want from me?"

"Variety," Inala says. "A year's worth of love from a year's worth of different people, even if they are the same person - the sensations are different. You can be that for me: a hundred different lovers, male and female. It is.. alarming.. not to be desired. Is my Sister filling so much of your heart now?"

"No. It isn't that actually. There is so much weighing on me these days, and I have to figure out how to save someone from a horrible death and I have no idea how to," Alptraum admits. "I've been running and hiding from my responsibilities in a variety of forms and it is all hitting me at once it seems."

"So you cannot relax and enjoy a moment with me?" Inala asks, slightly indignant. "You once worshipped me, embodied me.." the goddess laments, reverting to her Eeee form and resting her head on Alptraum's chest.

"Again, it is not you. I have the fate of many on my shoulders and I don't see how I can possibly succeed and that means a friend is going to die," Alptraum says, then shrugs a bit. "But if I am here for only a short time, I should give you what you want. Pick a form and I will work with it."

Inala doesn't change, but.. something does. Her presence diminishes, until she's actually.. well, a normal Eeee woman. Not like Mave even.. but more normal than that. Just a mortal seeming woman. "This then," she says, still beautiful but not overwhelmingly so. "Something more real, something from your world. Something you can save. But whatever your problems are, no matter how insurmountable - I have faith in you. And I will aid you if I can, Alptraum."

"I don't even have faith in myself, I'm just good at lying to people and making it seem like I do. I have no idea how to save a friend but I promised him I would. That makes me worse than a liar, really," Alptraum says and shrugs again. He also realizes all the effort that was made to collect energy and even get him here. He should follow through with what both Mave and Inala want. And so he does. he's gentle, caressing, and kind as he 'works with' this seemingly mortal Eeee. It's slow and gentle, and some time before the two bodies even come together to transfer the collected energy; the 'worship' to Inala.

Inala makes lots of surprised sounds. This is apparently all new to her - pleasure wasn't something that had to be worked at, it just was. It really is variety then, for a goddess. She even seems tired afterwards, and a bit.. teary-eyed? "Thank you," she says to Alptraum as she still clings to him. "I'm sorry if I am too demanding on you, or do not give you enough support. What is the difficulty in saving this person, if I may ask?"

"Some sort of living creature infection put in him by the General. I cannot corner it with my abilities; and it seems to be able to jump around his body at will. I don't know how to remove it from him frankly, and he has ten days roughly before it destroys him," Alptraum explains. "All I can think of is trying to get it to jump to me. Then what? Then I die. Which is probably the General's plan. I either have to let him die, or die myself."

"Uncertain. Probably body fluids. I've told him to not be intimate with anyone," Alptraum explains.

"I will think upon this," Inala says. "If there is a way to help, I will offer it. It may not be the most pleasant way, however."

"I considered the possibility of getting 'pregnant' with it, since it worked out with the horribs," Alptraum says, "Which did turn out to be an interesting experience and most of the time felt pretty good. But, I do not know if it would work with this thing."

"It might," Inala says. "It would.. take some coordination with Gorphat and Sunala, and possibly with the Light of Nala. You can certainly be made pregnant, but the child would likely be sacrificed. Another option might be.. well.. to kill the host to drive the creature out, then revive him afterwards."

"None of them are pleasant. And this is why I am likely to fail," Alptraum says again, then shrugs. "You said you wanted hundreds of different lovers tonight, and there is only so much time. We should return to what you want and the transfer."

"The transfer is done, the variety.. was just to stoke my ego," Inala says. "I was jealous of your new devotion to Gorphat. And I am.. feeling my mortality."

"Gorphat is already finding new ways to make me suffer. There is little to be jealous about," Alptraum explains. "And now you don't want different forms?"

"Do you still want me?" Inala asks. "This.. feeling smaller.. it's new for me. I would be like any other lover, not the Goddess of Pleasure."

"Then why don't you turn back to as you were?" Alptraum suggests, "If you are uncomfortable."

"Because.. I don't want to be the Goddess now," Inala says. "I want to earn your favor, this time, to show that I too can change. To be as an equal. It's always been the passion of mortals that gave me strength, after all. I do not know what I would gain by simply using you."

Inala changes again, this time becoming a snow-white Lapi doe. She even wiggles her nose. "I know you like does. Or would you like to be the doe again?"

"Who says both can't be done? there is time. I could even be a pregnant doe if you want to know what it is like making love to one," Alptraum points out and smirks.

"Or you could give birth," Inala offers. "I have millions of memories of such, for I stood over the birth of almost everyone in Babel for.. a very long time."

"Not necessary. We'll do whatever you want," Alptraum says and pushes Inala doe onto her back in preparation for another 'round' in paradise. "I'll warn you that you shouldn't stay a doe long; you may want to stay that way after a while."

"Bunnies need gods too," Inala claims, and.. looks fluffy and cute. "And different forms bring different ways of thinking, do they not? I may become inspired to find a solution to your dilemma."

"Odd question, but is it possible to make Nicora 'fetile' for horribs, like I was as the doe? Alptraum asks as he leans in to nibble for a while on the doe. And to show what a long Eeee tongue feels like to others...

"I can make any female form fertile," Inala claims, while squirming a bit. "Did I not make the doe's body think it was pregnant, to provide the proper environment?"

"I meant more as a normal state for the body. But, probably best not to. Strange thoughts and dangerous ideas," Alptraum adds briefly before resuming nibbling. The pan is to make the doe squirm as much as possible, of course, then reverse the roles, become the doe, and let Inala be the male. Then maybe after that, Naga. That is a strange experience

Once things get rolling, it becomes an exercise in seeing which combinations work best. This usually involved Inala changing herself (and Alptraum too) into matching sets to begin with, such as Lapi and Lapi, Khatta and Khatta - and then altering one person to something else before repeating the whole thing again with genders reversed. It was no surprise that the similarly sized creatures worked well, like Vartans and Rhians, but there were some unexpected compatibilities, like Cervani and.. just about everything, even Naga and Fnerfs. The antlers gave something to hold onto as well.

There were so many Naga variations, with different numbers and types of limbs and tails and bodies. The Kiriga form had a wide spread as well, and the really exotic types hadn't even been gotten to yet, like the Kirin and dragons. At the moment, Alptraum was a winged, four-armed black serpent and Inala an Aeonian mare, all white of course.

The thing about being a Naga is ... you can try eating someone. Why? BEcause that is what a snake does? Or maybe that is why he has hand Inala's lower half in his throat. The tongue is, of course, put someplace sensitive on the mare. When in the realm of lust, do as the denizens do.

"I never had many Naga supplicants at the temple," Inala moans, and has to watch her lover's hands for any sort of reply. "But this was a popular fetish for those that came."

It turns out you can use silent sign when you have a lot of arms, because two can be busy an two can also be free. The Naga's body rolls and well, a bit more of Inala disappears. The popularity of yiffles is more apparent now; squirming does make eating more fun.

"I can't imagine there is anything you don't do. As a savanite, some babelites have made me into their perfect toy. It is quite bizarre." the naga signs.

"Of course, they.." Inala starts to say, then seems to think better of it. Instead, she tries to 'tickle' the Naga's insides with her lion-like tail.

"They split my tongue. Almost in half," the Naga signs. The signing stops for a moment from the tickling, then another twenty-five percent of Inala disappears! Only her upper chest and head are free still.

"You really do like big things," the unicorn notes, her bountiful bosom now budged up against the snake's snout. "Just don't bite too hard.."

Gulp! The rest of Inala disappears! For a minute, anyway. The naga then undulates violently and the mare is disgorged back out the way she went in. Slimy, but no worse for wear.

Inala laughs, and shakes.. in the process shrinking down to a white-mink-furred Kavi, which comes out mostly dry.

"And fluffier," Inala says, turning her back to the serpent and doing suggestive things with her tail, all of which include butt-wiggling.

"What, do you want me to eat you again?" the naga asks as it coils partly around Inala.

"I like playing with size differences now," Inala claims, and dives down into the coils to find the snake's joystick controls. "Stuff I never considered as a goddess!"

And the Naga doesn't let Inala grab anything. Instead he wraps and contains the goddess. There's a violent roll of its coils and the smaller kavi is doubly 'spear'ed by the Naga! He's big! But she is a Goddess so ... is should just feel interesting. "Tsk, tsk, "Who said I was going to let you do anything?" Alptraum comments, undulating with the poor kavi.

"Ooo!" the furry little hedonist chirps, and then laughs! "Squirm more!" she demands. "Remember, I get to eat you next.."

"You do? As what?" Alptraum asks as his coils roil. This would likely be extremely painful, if not fatal to a real kavi ... but it is awfully fun. "But now you see why I tend to like the larger guys when I'm female..."

Inala is very flexible as a Kavi (as she has proven previously), so is able to curl her spine backwards rest her head against her own tail while snake-wrangling. "What haven't we tried? Hmmm.. and what makes you think you will be the female for the next round?"

"Because I like it far too much," Alptraum chuckles, "I had a great time as a pregnant lapi. It was extremely uncomfortable and wonderful at the same time." He coils over the top of the kavi, then licks the kavi's face while he undulates.

Release seems to go on much longer than usual, as if Alptraum's entire body is being converted to fuel it! And it just might be, because he's shrinking now. Inala has gotten bigger though, becoming a Rhian pony mare this time, and holding up the now Garter Naga Alptraum between her two thick fingers. "Woo hoo hoo!" she chortles.

Rhian fingers are mostly nail, and Garters have notoriously small teeth. Still, Inala squeaks in alarm, and drops Alptraum right into her lap.

And the small snake, being evil, darts all about ... then tries to go into a good hiding place. A suprising one for the target should he make it; but it should be nice and warm!

Which is most likely exactly what Inala wanted, since Alptraum is now about three feet long.. and has hands. He's almost girthy enough as well, since the goddess is a small horse at least. "Oh no!" she squeals! "How will I ever get you out again?"

The naga squirms, turns around, then pops its head back out. It latches its mouth on her orb and licks like crazy; while its body squirms around like mad. His hands, well, they tickle everything they can.

"Ahahahaha!" Inala brays, flopping onto her back and kicking the air with her hooves. "Every woman should have a garter! He could live in her!" she claims.

"That would be an odd life," the garter thinks. But not for long, he trashes about a lot and tries to drive the rhian nuts! The garter then pulls back and disappears inside her! Talk about a squirmy gut.

This may have been a trap, Alptraum soon realizes.. as things change around him. And his escape is blocked off! Something hard presses against him on all sides too!

Alptraum acks! He tries to find the way out, any way out! And escape! "What are you doing?!" he cries out.

There's a horrible sense of pressure.. and then the eggshell cracks, spilling the garter out on the ground. All around him is a wall of pearlescent scales.. and the snout of a dragon dropping to nudge him.

"What was that for?" Alptraum complains and tries to even look all huffy! HE also has to check, well, that he's still a snake! Who knows?

Well, he's starting to sprout legs now, and wings.. and growing quickly, until he's an equally sized dragon to Inala. The gazebo, being a divine abode, expands as needed.

"That was weird," Alptraum huffs again, then smirks, "And you didn't let me do it."

"Oh, do you think you've earned it yet?" Inala coos, and taps her tail on Alptraum's nose. "I could make it interesting.."

Inala stretches out. "Well, hmmm... it should be challenging, of course.." the dragon says, looking thoughtful. "And an appropriate form..." She then arches her neck to kiss Alptraum on the cheek.. causing him to shrink and change. This time not into some random form.. but into Snowcora.

Snowcora stretches upward. "A frail human, hmm?" she asks, "And a scary dragon? Just what are you wanting, hmm?" The last part is accompanied by a cooing tone and the human rubbing the scaley beast.

Inala nuzzles the Shrine Maiden, and then out comes the long tongue to lick her. "I know of the other blessing my Sister has promised you," Inala coos as she tastes Snowcora.

"The fact my bat form is /constantly aroused and needing something inside her?" Snowcora asks as she leans into the tongue; it seems to feel nice. "It is extremely frustrating and distracting. And I'm all ... oozy and smelly."

"Not that one," Inala says, nuzzling the woman's breasts. "The one that hasn't come about yet, involving childbirth. Specifically, the birth of Phlagaea's children.."

"Oh, right. That I will feel it along with her. All the pain, but none of the fulfilling pleasure," Snowcora says, remembering. "I doubt it will be as enjoyable as the horribs were."

Snowcora finds her left hand being sucked on now. Is Inala getting bigger? "Childbirth is my domain," the goddess notes. "I will not be outdone."

Snowcora's eyes go wide. "How ... do you intend to counter?" she asks timidly as her hand is being sucked on. She tries to pull her hand back, too.

Inala does not surrender the hand.. she sucks it in up to the elbow, and then her tongue (now very large indeed) wraps around Snowcora's torso. "I'll tell you after I eat," the dragon mumbles.

Snowcora thinks briefly to her 'hatching' experience and gets even more nervous! But, being devoured tends to be distracting from such thoughts! The human does try to pull away, maybe to make it interesting ... or maybe to make it more enjoyable ... hard to say; she's too busy squirming!

And she's completely inside the dragon's mouth then, apparently wrestling with Inala's very playful tongue. At least it's a bit less disturbing at the moment than when Vorgulremik did it.

Snowcora actually tries to have fun with it, she makes sure her legs are wrapped around that tongue. All so it rubs her in all the right places. She even sucks on one of the tongue's tips. Snowcora is a weird one.

Inala seems intent on 'finishing' Snowcora off, too - otherwise why did her tongue suddenly get so bumpy and.. tentacly? Normal tongues don't do this stuff..

It takes a little bit, but soon Snowcora is crying out. Apparently the human liked it, a lot. Bow does she twitch!

The dragon hummms too, just to get Snowcora's whole body involved. Once she's finished, the human finds herself being spit out.. but lands on the lounge as Nicorina, and dry as well.

Nikky goes oof! She then sprawls out on the couch and shows herself off; rather lewdly at that with how she spreads herself. "Take me!" she cackles, grinning like a mad rodent.

"If you insist!" Inalarat notes. The Skreek is all white, with blue eyes.. but the build is suspiciously familiar. As is his enthusiasm!

"Wahahah!" Nikky cackles and wraps herself around the rat gleefully. "Ya kin fill me anytime, lover," she whispers in his ear, too. Boy, is the skreek enthusiastic with how her body moves, too. She's ... quite rough.

"Funny you should phrase it that way," the big rat cackles in return. And while things seem to follow their usual course... Nikky feels a bit different after the first round. Are her breasts bigger?

"Oooo!" Nikky croons and arches her back. She makes no signs of letting up, either. She is still taking Inala with gusto! "Yah, just like dat!" she cackles.

And so Inala keeps at it! No switching forms this time! Things are definitely feeling more sensitive on Nikky too, there's a bit more padding for Inala to bounce off of as things continue. The rattess is getting plumper!

Nikky has to switch around a bit so that she's on the bottom on her knees, and the other rat is behind her. "Jus wha are you doing t' me?" she cackles as plumper parts sway now. Enjoying it, yes, curious ... yes!

"Filling you up!" Inala claims. Stuff is being very wobbly now that it hangs down a bit. And when the big male Skreek reaches around to grab some the dangly bits, Nikky finds them very sensitive now!

"Jus don' stop. Feels great!" Nikky cackles, then cries out! "Yeah, jus like that..."

Things change slightly, as Inala sits back and pulls Nikky into his lap. The rat girl finds her legs splaying out because.. well, she can't bring them in together at this point! Inala bounces her in his lap, and squeezes her breasts until milk starts coming out. He also nibbles on her neck, which is always a favorite.

Nikky keeps cackling for quite a bit. "Jus what did you do t' me?" the rat coos as she rubs her stomach while she enjoys her rat companion, and grids back as well. "Y'turned me into dis cuz y' know how terrible I am as a whore."

The odd food cravings are starting to kick in now. At least in this place, the bladder issues seem to have been waived - but as things start squirming it's clear that Nikky is carrying a brood in there..

And Nikky cackles, again! "Ah, y' fulfilling de ratty's desire in yer realm; an letting me feel it, eh?" she asks as she rubs her squirming gut. "Feels kinda like the horrids did, all squirmy!" she adds. She even looks over her shoulder and grins. "Seems I was worried fer nothin'."

"Oh, that's because I only do the good parts," Inala says, and pulls out of Nikky.. only to rub her breasts some more. They're so sensitive now that it could put her over the top just from that!

And with the sounds the rat makes, boy does it! Her body is wracked with pleasure just from the touch.

This leads into contractions, and a very odd blend of pleasure and pain! Skreek babies aren't very big, since a lot of the brain development happens after birth. They're also pink naked blobby things that look more reptile than rodent! But despite the mess, there's a surge of feel-good that drowns Nikky's brain, while Inala picks up the babies to cuddle against Nikky's chest.

And boy does Nikky coo and cry out during the delivery. And ... it just gets better, too! The nursing feels nice; just hard to feed a brood; she lacks enough space for them all at once! "Y'all keep corruptin me," the rat complains at Inala. "I thank you for this, and I thank Gorphat for pain. It's .... scary."

"Well, hardly crazy to thank me," Inala notes. "Now, if you want a more realistic version.. I could arrange something within the spirit bridge for you and your rat."

"I consider it ... but he migh feel bad iffin it not real. I don wanna hurt 'im. I do care about him," Nikky admits.

"I cannot split off Nicora from the rest of you, to go and live out her life with Orca," Inala apologizes. "And it would not be a dream, exactly.. but.. I believe the Light of Nala uses the term shadow life?"

"Ya, I know. I consider it. I jus no comfortable doin it righ now," Nikky admits and shrugs a little. Still, she smiles, "But I will still haf fun wit' him, even iffin I can't give 'em everyt'ing."

"And it is a role you fulfill so well!" Inala says. "It makes me proud." The Skreek then twitches his ear, and looks off to the side for a moment before focusing once more on cuddling the little family.

"Somet'ing wrong?" Nikky asks when she notices the twitch. She's busy cuddling the hideous brood, herself. She even babbles cute things at them. To any single person ... nauseating!

"Oh, someone keeps knocking at the door," Inala says, and wiggles his fingers at one of the babies, who of course grabs and sucks on one of them.

"A metaphorical door," Inala says. "It's just one of your dragons. The bossy one, probably. It sounded like a bossy sort of knock."

"Oh. She is like that," Nikky says, "So, do yas forgive me for bein grumpy earlier?"

"Of course not," Inala claims. "The Seven Sisters do not forgive - only accept atonement for sins committed against them," the rat explains, still playing with the babies. "I accept your atonement, however."

"Don't forget me," Inala says. "And be sure to tell Gorphat about all the fun and debauchery you had."

"Mebbe I could take on a new blessing from you t' show day you do still matter t' me too?" Nikky suggests. "I haf one from Gorphat after all."

Inala hmms, and pokes one of Nikky's besuckled breasts. "Do you enjoy nursing? Perhaps you should produce milk then, whenever suckled.. or, whomever you suckle will do so. Maybe both.."

"Well, you will find out then," Inala says, and bites Nikky's neck playfully. "And this time, it will apply to all of your forms, as you are receiving it here, after being all things."

"Jus the female forms, I assume?" Nikky asks. "Seems rather simple and benign," she thinks to herself.

"I don call dat milking," Nikky counter-counters. She pauses and thinks, "Is dere any way y'think my savanite form kin be improved? Make 'im more desirable?"

"Has anyone found fault with him?" Inala asks. "Have you been using his tail to its full potential?"

"Well, Savanites use their tails for communication, and tail play can be very.. stimulating," Inala explains. "You should experiment."

"No rings or studs in dat yet, either. Hm," Nikky comments, grinning. "S'what is next, hmm?"

"Well, I'm sure we haven't explored every combination yet," Inala says. "Unless you want to let your dragon in? She can watch.."

"She wouldn't be satisfied with watching. I kin visit her afterward. Now, I wanna try laying an egg like you did," Nikky says with her signature crazy grin.

"Hmm, we haven't tried Kujaku's yet.. but I do not thing they lay eggs," Inala says, and swirls a finger around in front of Nikky, which causes her tail to grow.. and become scaly.. as she's transformed into a Naga woman.

The naga flicks her tongue. "You seem to like the serpents," Nagatraum comments, grinning fangily. "I do too, they are ... different."

Inala is now a big white Naga, and a very muscular one at that. The baby Skreeks have turned into serpents and fled the scene, just in case! "You wanted to lay an egg," he points out. "Surprisingly few races seem to do that.."

Nagatraum coils around the large serpent. "Well, why don't we make one, then?" she hisses in his hear-hole. "The double-parts is quite ... fun.

Before too long, Nagatraum is laying eggs.. a lot of eggs, although they do tend to be smaller ones. Dragons lay the biggest, it turns out, but only one at a time. At least they're all different colors, turning one part of the gazebo into a sort of egg-garden.

Kirin do not lay eggs, but Inala-Kirin still manages to get one out of Kirigatraum. It's got golden spots on it and a teal shell!

"Wow, that actually felt good. I could get used to doing that," KirigaTraum rumbles, looking satisfied and rubbing her stomach where she lies in her collection of colorful eggs.

"You could start your own farm," Inala suggests, being very Kazuhiko-ish, but of course all in perl and white. "Do you suppose a dragon and a Fnerf would fit together?" she asks.

"Yes, they would. It would be quite tight if it was a female fnerf ... but tight is good," KirigaTraum claims. "And no, I couldn't. It's not like I can actually lay eggs for real."

"Hmmm.. we'll have to try both female Fnerf and male dragon, and the opposite then," Inala claims.

When Kaira is finally allowed to come in, she finds Alptraum and Inala on the lounge, with the Goddess of Love giving the Son of Death a shoulder rub. There's also still a pile of multicolored eggs, which gives the dragoness pause. "Neither of you would get any of the references I make to certain holidays and a lack of bunnies and chocolate," she laments. Then clears her throat, saying, "First off.. uh.. I was not eavesdropping.. It's just that in 'situations' like this," and here she waves to the surrounding not-quite-real scenery, "I tend to pick up a few things, now and then. There was mention of.. a problem?"

"Yes, I'm just too sexy for the world," Alptraum remarks rather dryly. "What will I do? Such a terrible problem to have."

"I meant a new problem," Kaira claims. "Something about someone being possessed or eaten or similar?"

"Want an egg? I laid them myself," Alptraum offers. apparently he's trying to see if he can weird out Kaira. "And yes, there is that problem. Captain Soldano is infected by some sort of demon-thing. Someone called it a shoggoth. I have a difficult time isolating it and I have no idea how to remove it."

The dragon looks at the eggs again for a moment, then deliberately focuses back on Alptraum. "You never laid any eggs for me," she points out. "A shoggoth? This is to do with the General and Amena's faux-shadow stuff, isn't it?"

"Well, now I know how. I can lay you an egg sometime," Alptraum promises. "And yes, it is. I can't quite explain what it is because I don't know."

"It is, I imagine, like the shadow then," Kaira supposes. "That is: not quite spirit, not quite flesh. Amorphous pseudo-matter..."

"But not detectable by me. So how do I deal with it? I thought about forcing it to jump to and infect me," Alptraum suggests and shrugs.

Kaira seems to think for a moment, and then says, "Do you remember the Frogmilker?"

"I know that, I meant her problem," Kaira says. "This thing may be lured into possessing another body.. but may not be able to tell the difference between real flesh and spirit flesh."

"Oh, so you mean create a fake body again?" Alptraum comfirms. "I guess that might work. Maybe. Probably at least safe to try."

The dragon grins, and sits on the end of the lounge. She scoops up an egg with her tail and examines it. "I think you'd better fill me in all that's happened since we last spoke, especially if you know what the General is trying to accomplish with this." After studying the egg a bit more.. the dragon cracks it open. "Aha! Chocolate! I knew it!" she crows.

"The General is trying to kill me. Simplest way to put it," Alptraum explains. He then settles in and gets comfortable, because the tale will be long and bizarre. But ... thankfully not as bizarre as laying chocolate eggs. When did his life become so strange?