As usual, Nicora is momentarily disoriented when she finds herself here. A blanket has been laid out for her, and there is also a padded bench, about one foot high and long enough to lie on - and contoured for an Eeee, since it narrows between the headrest and hip area to allow wings to pass around it - or breasts if one was lying face down, since the headrest is U-shaped as well. Hortense's buck is curled up on the blanket next to the bench, apparently taking a nap, but otherwise there aren't any others here yet.
"Oh no. Not this, not again," Nicora things to herself. She sits up slowly, then tiptoes towards the exit. "I've had enough fun being a pincushion."
"Wuh?" the Lapi snorts, waking up. "Ah, you're here! The others will be along in a few moments.. they had to get more.. uh.. stuff.."
"No need! I'm just leaving!" Nicora squeaks. Time for the bat to run!
Of course that's when Hortense arrives. She's holding onto the leads from a bridle, which is being worn by a blindfolded Rhian pony. But even ponies are still pretty big. Following them is a train of bunny girls, each carrying some heavy looking wooden forms.
"Everything is for nothing, I'm not going to be here long! Sorry!" Nicora claims as she tries t slip around Hortense and her pet pony. She remembers being in that bridle, it was ... scary! One of these days she will escape these people! Even if they are just in her head right now.
And the limitations of this strange astral projection setup become apparent as soon as Nicora steps into the tunnel.. and finds herself right back at the center of the dais, startling the buck.
"Uuuaagh!" goes Nicora. She headbutts the buck in an attempt to wake herself up!
"Ow!" the Lapi yelps. "What's gotten into you?" His head is pretty hard too.
Nicora rubs her forehead. "I was trying to wake up," she grumbles.
"Nicora, surely you are not trying to defy the will of Gorphat?" comes the deep voice of Mordecai as he enters, the last one in the train of arrivals.
"Hey, it is for me to say what her will is, you know!" Nicora retorts as she crosses her arms in from of her chest. She also sticks out her tongue.
The albino artist swoops in and catches Nicora's tongue in his teeth before pulling her against him for a deep kiss.
"Argplththt!" goes Nicora, arms flailing for a bit. She tries to resist, at least for a little bit, but soon she's kissing back. Curse Mordecai, and curse this place and its stupid urges!
So Mordecai scoops Nicora up and carries her to the bench, where he lays her back onto it.. then climbs on top of her and takes advantage of her blessed, perpetually aroused state. This is probably also serving as a distraction while Hortense and her crew assemble the rest of their framework.
"I .... eee ... want ... oh!" Nicora tries to focus and see what exactly that evil cat is doing; but, well ... her body is being very insistent that she cannot. she's lucky if she can see more than stars at times, given Mordecai's ... augmentations. So, all she manages to do is squirm about and make all sorts of weird sounds.
During the 'distraction', the bunnies take hold of Nicora's arms and legs. The Eeee feels her wrists and ankles being restrained.. but also something else. Cool leather is put against her limbs very close to her shoulders and hips as well, and whatever it is is supporting them the limbs at about the same hight as the bench.
"It has got to be some sort of strange harness," Nicora thinks in a rare moment of lucidity. And she's about to try and look, and that stupid blessing kicks in and makes her lose focus for a minute. She also briefly hopes that just maybe she'll wake up early!
Mordecai keeps on going well after the mutated Eeee woman is immobilized, until he finally finishes. "Ah, it looks like everything is ready now," he notes, pulling back so Nicora can see her predicament. Each of her limbs is held by a stock of sorts. Instead of the standard three holes, these just have two, a large one and small one, and instead of side by side they're in a line. This way her arms are legs are secured almost at both ends (there's some distance between the big ones and her body, but not a lot). This keeps her from being able to flex her knees and elbows.
"You really, really, don't have to do this," Nicora insists as she tests out these horrible restraints, and finding her arms and legs completely unable to move. She sighs, then looks to Hortense and remarks a bit dryly, "At least it isn't a bridle like your little pet Rhain there."
Hortense just grins. Mordecai pulls out.. and the bunnies move in. Soon each teat is getting attention, and one of the does is doing things to Nicora's tail that are also very distracting. The buck takes his position as well, filling in (literally) for Mordecai. The artist is setting up his tattooing kit next to Nicora's left arm first. The blocky body of the stock keeps her from seeing her captive arm, but she does see the colors being prepared: red, black and yellow.
"Why can't he pick happier colors?" Nicora thinks and squirms again, even trying to pull her left arm free! It's hard to get much strength, though, shen her chest is tingling and her body is sending out overwhelming sensations from 'blessed areas'. "This is so not fair," she thinks. All she can do, though ... is to whine.
Soon.. well, it's all a bit overwhelming. The Lapis are attacking on all fronts.. and Nicora is treated to the jarring sensation of having a Lapi in her.. and also having her sensitive tail inside another Lapi at the same time. Since the various impacts can't translate to actual counter-motion because of how firmly she's being held, she ends up with waves moving through her, making it as far as her chest.
"At least it isn't the rhain, they're huge!" Nicora thinks as the lapis ... work. Or maybe she's trying to convince herself she's glad it isn't the rhian. Who knows? She's crazy. At least it is doing a wonderful job of her not noticing any pain from the albino's work!
And it's a good thing, since Mordecai is tattooing in a surprisingly sensitive area: the inner side of her elbow! As such, he seems to be going slowly to avoid excess bruising, but the alcohol smell is also strong as he swabs the area more often. Just when it starts to become noticeable, the does begin suckling with firmer force, and the buck leans down to kiss her. The doe with Nicora's tail.. well, she just keeps things moving a bit faster. It's enough to make it hard to notice when Mordecai changes sides to work on her right arm.
Nicora says in the most pure and absolute enunciation she can muster, "Eeeee!" "I feel like I'm floating inside Inala!" the Eeee thinks at one point. All she can see are stars and specks!
There's an odd freedom in not really being able to move. Nicora doesn't have to do anything.. and with her legs spread as they are, even bearing down would be tricky. The right elbow seems to fly by, and then Mordecai is moving down towards the legs.. and that's when Hortense calls a time out. The buck nearly collapses atop Nicora, and some of the does have to help him off. The only doe that doesn't stop is the one with Nicora's tail - she's having way too much fun, and is out of the way anyway. "How are you holding up?" the Khatta asks the Eeee woman, who is starting to get a bit damp now that nobody is taking care of the leaking milk.
"Oh, why, I'm just smashing. I can't move, I feel vulnerable, and spread wide and on display," Nicora grumbles at the feline, "And I'm wet, and ... tense." She then sticks her tongue out at Hortense, though weakly. "How are you doing? Wouldn't you rather be in this...?"
"I'll have you know that I test all of my equipment personally," Hortense claims, and tickles Nicora's chin with the fluffy end of her riding crop. "That's how I know not to tickle you right now, because you could dislocate something! Now for the special present I've brought you.." Sure enough, she begins to lead the pony around. It's still blindfolded and probably can't talk with the bit in its mouth. The does pull down his pants, and a few prods from Hortense's crop have the equine on his knees. The does then begin to.. warm him up, even as Hortense uses the leads to pull his snout down to Nicora's belly.. where he immediately begins using his big lips and tongue to clean up the milk.
"She isn't serious?!?" Nicora thinks, her eyes going wide and her body goes tense. She even lurches up slightly from the bench. And why, why, why, does the horror also excite her! It has to be the blessings. No sane person of her side would want a rhian to touch them! "He'll split me in twooooooooooooooooooh!" the Eeee whines. She doesn't, however, say no.
"Don't worry, we've practiced," one of the does says, as she kneads the Rhian into readiness. The pony, meanwhile, keeps working his way up Nicora's torso with his lips. It's almost ticklish, except for those new nubs that change the tingles into.. well.. tingles.
"I'm ..." Nicora starts, then she just can't finish that sentence. All that comes out is, well, her body sure seems to like the thick tongue and lips. A lot. She can't help herself in, well, imagining the rhian, well,completely inside her.
The does and Hortense seem to have the Rhian completely under their control. The Khatta guides his muzzle along, and the does handle the plumbing. It's the slowest penetration ever, despite the Rhian's skin-twitching as indication that he wants to go faster. Of course, Mordecai has started on Nicora's left knee during all of this, barely noticed.
The groan that comes from Nicora, is, well, impressively guttural for an Eeee. Yes, it hurts; and wow, she feels full, and it it just keeps feeling more and more. "All of him," Nicora actually does growl out, perhaps even demand.
Just for that outburst.. the does pull the Rhian out a bit.. then push in further. Nicora can feel the breeze from the pony's swishing tail, and he finally reaches her primary breasts.. which Hortense helpfully squeezes together so the horse-lips can get both teats at once. "Are you sure you want him all the way in?" the Khatta purrs.
"Yes!" Nicora growls at Hortense! She practically feels impaled already, so demanding that, well. She even tries to force it herself, but, well, she isn't going anywhere.
Hortense waves the does off, and whispers to the Rhian, "I'm giving you your rein." There's a snort, that heats up Nicora's chest, and then the Rhian plunges in to the challenge, grabbing onto the restrained Eeee's hips with his thick hands.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Nicora thinks when she feels the grip on her hips. It's a good thing this is a dream, otherwise this could kill her!
It's a bit like Hosheb, if Hosheb had lips and a tongue and was warm. Unlike the usual hard cold stone slab, the bench padding flexes and the entire frame creaks under the strain. The Rhian isn't going full out though - Nicora remembers what that's like - but is showing surprising restraint. There's a doe on his back now, waving her arms in the air as she holds on with her knees, and two others are slapping him on the rump from behind. The doe on the floor, dealing with Nicora's tail, seems to have worn out.. but the tail is still pretty active on its own.
"There we go," Nicora groans and leans her head back. Her tongue even flops out of the side of her mouth. It is tremendously undignified, but she doesn't care! The sensations feel explosive; she practically feels swollen with him in control and well in. "I could get used to this," she moans, slurred.
"You are going to be a challenge, I can see," Hortense says, and starts attaching clothespins to Nicora's teats, just for something to do. "Maybe I should tickle you..." It's all lost in the stimulation overload though, really. In some other plan of existence beyond Nicora's body, Mordecai moves on to the right leg.
Nicora makes so many demented sounds it is hard to tell if she's in pain, distracted, or really, really, enjoying it! She thinks she might even be biting and tugging on the ponies' reins, bur she can't be sure.
At the encouraging sounds, the Rhian begins to put on more power, holding back less and less - or else is less able to hold back. He goes as deep as he can, and.. begins to drool a bit on the Eeee's chest, actually. The does move again, this time to hold onto Nicora to make sure she doesn't get shoved far enough to pull on her joints too hard.
Nicora's voice likely hits frequencies anyone but an Eeee cannot hear, and even some Eeee might not be able to hear it! If she were more lucid, she might claim this feels like giving birth. It's as close as this form will ever be to that, anyway! Instead, she ... tugs and tugs, cries and whines ... and well, will be lucky if she remembers her name after this.
Something odd happens: Nicora can move her arms again! The stocks have been removed. And then the same happens for her legs! The does are still holding her down to the bench though, but now the Rhian doesn't have to worry about breaking any bones.. so gallops into the final stretch, nearly foaming at the mouth.
Nicora does curl around him whatever she can. and actively pushes back whenever she can. "I may die, but I'll die happy!" she thinks. Or maybe tries to convince herself. Hard to say since she's a bit hard of thought right now.
The horse moans and shudders, reaching his release. It's also causes all of the clothespins to pop off of Nicora for some reason! "She should probably get a medal or something for this," one of the does whispers.
"Dagh right I should," Nicora growls from where she is hugging the pony. It's a really, really, good thing this is a dream, otherwise she would be in horrible, horrible pain for weeks. If she survived.
While hugging the Rhian, Nicora gets a look at her right elbow. There are huge open sores, and glimpses of bone and rotted flesh. As a Sylvanian, the first thing that pops into her head is zombification.. but then she recalls the living version of the disease: leprosy. It's been made to look like her arms and legs are about to fall off at the elbows and knees.
Given Nicora has seen the effects of this disease, locally, at the hospice, she has to shudder and wince; and not even from any bodily pain. "That's horrible. Really horrible," she thinks a bit weakly.
"Do you like it?" Mordecai asks, as he kneels next to Nicora's shoulder.
"It is hideous and horrible," is Nicora's answer.
"So you do like it then?" the artist asks, sounding pleased.
Nicora blows Mordecai a raspberry. "You are a disturbed person," she claims.
"My, whatever gave you that impression?" Mordecai asks, and then licks Nicora's cheek. "Very little disturbs me, you know."
"And that is why you are a disturbed person, if little disturbs you," Nicora argues.
"But my dear, does anything much disturb you anymore?" Mordecai asks with a grin. "You're a Yodhgorphat, after all." He then bites into Nicora's neck for a bit of a drink.
"I'm not the topic here, you are," Nicora argues with a gasp from the sudden bite. "I just try not to think too much on things, otherwise I would go insane."
Mordecai finishes drinking, then sticks his tongue out to show it still glowing greenly a bit. "Sensation beats thought," he claims. "Have you missed me? Why did you try to flee? I thought you enjoyed our company."
"Because it would be boring for you if I just gave in, wouldn't it?" Nicora claims, though she actually was trying to get away. "You don't want me boring, do you?"
"You will never bore me," Mordecai insists. "So long as there is a patch of bare skin left for me to mark.. and then you so thoughtfully would give me a new canvas again, I am sure."
"Maybe. I don't have infinite bodies, you know," Nicora points out as she tickles the Rhian's ear. "But at least ou are done with this one."
"Well, until the Muse brings us together again, that is," Mordecai says, and kisses Nicora again, pushing aside the Rhian's muzzle to do so. The pony still hasn't said anything, or tried to remove his blindfold. Hortense must have him well trained.
"And I want to keep this one," Nicora says after the kiss, her legs wrapped around the pony in question. "He can rut me any time."
"I'm sure he will appreciate that," Mordecai says, then tilts his head. "I think he may have already, during your first physical visit. But I think it's time for you to wake up again, I'm afraid."
"Why can I never wake up earlier?" Nicora has to wonder, but also realizes it is, well, the cruelty of the misguided hand of fate. But, she could never admit that to Mordecai, so ... she just pouts at him instead. "Well, until next time," she says instead, then kisses him.
The man's lips seem.. oddly slimy. Nicora finds herself kissing a rather large slime worm, which was actually just making its way across her face as she lounged in their pool.
"Bleargh!" Nicora yells, yanks the worm off, then throws it across the pool. "That is just, geh!" she complains as she flails about and pulls her way out of the pool. "That's it! No more pool for me. It causes bad dreams," she complains as she wipes and wipes off layers of slime.