Pierce is roused from a comfortable (thanks to Tulani's 'pillows') sleep by a light tugging on his ear. It could only be Mave, since.. well, since there isn't anyone else around, really.
"Wake up, I need you," the Yodhinala whispers into the tugged ear.
Pierce groggily lifts his left hand and signs, "Everyone needs me. I am just that good." His ears twitch tiredly too.
Mave actually helps to pull the cheetah off of Tulani, who immediately curls and sprawls at the same time to take up all available space in the bed-nest. "This is important," Mave insists.
Pierce glances at Mave; his feline expression full of doubt. He takes a bit to wake up, feline-style, including yawning and stretching a bit. "Right, so what is so important to wake a cat?" he signs once he seems done with his little wake up ritual.
"A Ritual of Consecration," Mave notes, and hands Pierce a rather ornate and fanciful (if not so subtly erotic) glass bottle. "Drink this down, all of it."
"I don't normally suckle on things shaped like this while male," Pierce signs and even smirks. He doesn't drink the liquid yet, he sniffs it instead.
It certainly smells familiar: likely one of Mave's super-potency drinks.
Pierce salutes Mave with the bottle, then drinks it down. All of it. "It's weird doing this while, well, this!" he thinks.
Mave then takes back the bottle, and produces another one. This one is purple and very curvaceous. "Now we must apply this ointment," she explains.
"To what?" Pierce signs, then takes the bottle.
"Here.. sit down and spread your legs and I'll do it for you," Mave offers, smiling.
"Figures!" Pierce thinks, ears wiggling. He sits down and spreads his legs.
The ointment tingles of course, and Mave applies it thoroughly. Between that and the potion, the cheetah is having a hard time not squirming, and wonders if the ointment is making him bigger or something.
"And she would touch lightly like that. She's evil," Pierce thinks as he does squirm about a bit. It is almost as bad as being Nicora! Almost.
Probably not the best thought to have, as the potion really starts to kick in. The smell of the ointment only adds to the brain-clouding effects of it. It's like Mave had bottled Snow's effect. Mave also hums and coos and says, "Well, I think you're ready enough. Can you walk on your own?"
"Yes," Pierce signs, almost annoyed because, well, he spends most of his time like this already! He struggles awkwardly to his feet; almost impersonating a rhian in the process.
Mave leads him into a part of the bunker he's never seen before (and with so much clutter and shelves, the place is like a labyrinth). There is incense burning, and a magic circle of sorts carved into the floor. The troughs are deep enough to hold some sort of liquid, and wide enough for tea candles to float in them as well. In the center is a large cushion, and on that cushion reclines.. a young Eeee girl. She's golden-brown, with dark eyes and hair, but the family resemblance is clear: she's one of Mave's descendants, and too young (younger than Tulani, certainly) to be a daughter.
"She looks way too young for me to touch," Pierce signs to Mave once his eyes focus long enough to actually gauge the girl's age. He also wobbles and sways back and forth.
"She is old enough, and pure," Mave says. "This is Gariaceleste, my granddaughter, and daughter of Gariazadze the last High Priestess. She was placed with a well to do noble family as a child, in return for Inala's continued blessings."
"And I am to induct her into being a true Yodh?" Pierce signs, eying Mave now curiously. "Or just make her desire only cats?" He grins vaguely.
"You are to raise energy, and so bless the water within the circle," Mave says. "Inala's symbol is the Flower. You must symbolically break it to release the pent up energy within. For this purpose, my granddaughter is the Flower. You have to make her pleasure overshadow the initial discomfort."
"Then you shouldn't have made me as big as a rhian," Pierce points out, then rolls his eyes. HE wobbles over to the girl and slides down onto the cushion next to her. "Hello," he signs, "Do you understand me?"
"I know sign," the girl says in Babelite, with a bit of a noble accent. She's wearing a Zolk robe done in green and white swirling patterns, and looks a bit nervous. "You are.. a Barinala?" she asks.
Pierce has to glance back towards Mave at that. "Sort of," he answers the girl, "As close as remains here." In spite of the urge to tackle her and ravage her right now, he goes about just caressing her cheek and brushing some of her hair from her face. "Are you being forced to do this?"" he signs with his free hand.
"Forced?" Gariaceleste asks. "I serve Inala. I've waited to be called on. It wasn't easy you know, as I am quite pretty." She looks down and asks, "I didn't think it would look so.. bumpy?"
Meanwhile, outside of the circle, Mave has shed her own clothing and begun to dance around the circumference, waving incense-filled ivory phalluses in each hand.
"I am modified to make me more pleasurable; I was forced to take implants there," Pierce signs, unfortunately remembering that horrible experience. "And great, she has a huge ego. That's a bit of a turnoff," he thinks. Still, he is expected to perform, so he does. "I will be gentle," he signs now, then goes to just caressing and brushing the girl for a bit with his hands, before he carefully starts removing her robes.
"This is different," the girl notes. "You aren't like a slave or servant. It is.. exciting?"
"Actually, I am a slave," Pierce notes in sign, then shrugs. "Just a very strange one." His ears wiggle. Soon her robe is off her shoulders and the savanite leans in, nuzzling at her neck and upper chest.
"I like this," the girl says, and actually tilts her head back to expose more of her neck. "Nobody has ever touched me like this. Is it going to change everything?" She sure is chatty.
Pierce doesn't answer that. Instead he just keeps caressing and nuzzling. After a few more minutes, he's grooming her with his tongue. Neck first, then shoulders ... then eventually, her chest.
The girl giggles and coos and squirms, hardly surprising. As she 'perks up' more from the attentions, she starts to explore Pierce a bit.. and oddly tries to see if her fingers will fit through the rings along his back (they do). Mave continues her dance, and barely-above-a-whisper chanting. The candles seem a bit brighter now, somehow.
Pierce focuses on his work, even if the girl's touches are exciting the already excited cat. Soon he's nursing on her gently while his hands now explore lower on her, trying to make sure she is as excited as he can; it'll lessen the pain to come.
Something happens.. the nursing actually begins to have an affect! But then the 'blessing' of lactation was supposed to work both ways. It's certainly having an effect on Gariaceleste, although with everything else going on to stimulate her she may not really be noticing.
And being a cat, Pierce finds he is rather enjoying the lactation! So it continues on for several minutes. Reluctantly he is moving lower now, licking and grooming. Soon, her flower is being kissed the the savanite, making sure she is fully excited, and groomed, there.
As the girl moans and moistens, Mave continues her cadence and dance. It's not exactly like the dance she used to charm the demon from the well back in Sylvania - but the side-effects are the same: an extra bit of amplification to the arousal already being built up by Pierce.
Pierce continues on the girl, he's slow, careful, and creatively uses his tongue to pre-stretch things a little. But, he cannot put it off forever. Soon he's sliding back up to face the girl. Nothing is, or can be spoken. The feline then takes the girl. It's slow, but the pressure is consistent, and unrelenting.
The girl squeaks out, but soon is too busy panting and trying to figure out what to do with her limbs. She's clearly enjoying it, and making happy noises. Eventually she manages to just get her arms and legs around the feline to have something to hold onto - a prelude to doing some movement of her own soon.
Pierce actually directs and helps the girl. His movements are slow, he lets her sounds and her own movement guide how forceful he can be. When she seems to want more, his movement also increases. Soon he's adding in nips of her neck and rakes of his claws down her sides and back. "Okay, so she does feel good, if awkward," he thinks in a moment.
She does tend to grab a bit too hard, and bite back a bit sharply, but that's just inexperience. She doesn't do anything to actually hurt Pierce, even when she begins to really experience the Spirit of Inala, which leaves her breathing a bit ragged.
"She hurts me less than other lovers," Pierce thinks in a moment of amusement in the whole thing. He continues to guide, direct her, and control movement so it builds slowly to a hopefully massive peak. And when it seems she may not be able to take any more, his movement doubles, and he gives her no rest at all, trying to see just how loud she can cry out!
Quite loud, it turns out, causing a sleepy complaint from Tulani in the distance. Gariaceleste goes limp, trying to catch her breath and cool off. "Very good," Mave says from outside the circle. The water (or whatever it was) is now glowing a soft white color, a bit like milk.
The cry was also Pierce's signal as he finds his peak at the same time! He's now panting and relaxing himself. Eventually he withdraws and just cuddles the girl for a moment. "Good. Glad I could help," he signs to Mave.
"Now you can attend to me," Mave says, setting down the censors. She kneels down and begins to collect the water in bottles.
"In what way?" Pierce signs, "You seem busy."
"All of the usual ways," Mave notes. "It will help in collecting the consecrated water if I am also being made love to while doing it. Isn't that obvious?"
"No, and it seems hard!" Pierce signs and rolls his eyes. He now has to leave the comfy bed to go over to Mave, where he swats her on the butt playfully, right before he gropes her. He's a little more rough with her, obviously.
The potion helps of course. But it is a bit disturbing that Mave can be so energetic with her hips while still having steady hands. And of course, she's Mave, and still the best thing short of Inala.
Pierce is now draped over her back, taking her in the way Nicora has grown so fond. It leaves her hands free while keeping her hips busy! "You are very strange," he signs in tease at one point, "So willing to be with someone who consorts with Gorphat."
"The Yodhinala consort with everyone," Mave points out. "And even the Yodhgorphat are not so bad as some. But you make me curious now.." The Eeee turns her head to look Pierce in the eyes, and asks, "Would you mate with your Yodhgorphat form if you could?"
"Yes. But my sanity is questionable," Pierce signs, grinning while he continues his work.
Mave finishes bottling the water, and turns the tables on Pierce by forcing him onto his back. "Now, show me this new blessing you've acquired," she says, and jiggles at Pierce.
Pierce rolls his eyes, then barks a laugh. Quickly his lips and teeth attach to Mave's jiggle and he starts nursing in ernest. "You get what you ask for!" he thinks evilly. After all, it is rather uncomfortable for Nicora!
Mave, however, has had a lot of children. It must be very comforting to her, especially at her age. She even slows down to avoid wearing out Pierce too quickly so she can savor it all.
"Do you want to examine Nicora-body sometime?" Pierce signs to her while he nurses and hips work away!
"Not within this Temple," Mave notes. "And any examination of mine may turn up things you do not wish to know, after all." She bounces along, doing a little 'dance' atop the cheetah. She may not have studs inside.. but muscle control more than makes up for it.
"Like what? Maybe I want to know how messed up I am," Pierce notes in sign. He smirks again, then focuses on his 'job'.
"Ah, but it might affect your relationship with Gorphat," Mave warns. "After all, aren't you supposed to trust your Goddesses?" She gives a little hip-twist-shuffle then that nearly sets Pierce off.
"I do! But that doesn't mean I don't want to know what she has done to me," Pierce signs, smirking after he recovers from the twist.
"Select a neutral location then, where I can get to easily," Mave notes, and bites one of Pierce's ears. Then she does do something with her loins that sets off the Fountain with a vengeance, even if the potion-and-ointment combination won't let it end there.
Pierce barks out and shudders hard! He can't even think on any more examinations or much anything else. Right now he's lost in release, eyes rolled back!
Mave lets the cheetah have his lead now, figuring it's time for some good old feral freneticism. "Just don't bite too hard," she requests.
Pierce can't promise that! He's nearly feral in ferocity of taking the Eeee. Soon she's on her stomach, hips up, and the cat on her back. He has even chomped down on the back of her neck to hold her still! Claws rake too!
The Yodhinala still enjoys it, of course. Gariaceleste stirs and sits up, watching in awe as her grandmother is taken like a beast. "So.. I'm glad he was gentle.." she mutters.
And it goes on, and on, and on, until Mave cries out at least three times herself! Eventually the drugged up savanite flops over and onto his side. He's still impaled on her, too ... and mostly out of it.
"Are they all like that?" Gariaceleste asks Mave. "I mean.. that was a long time! I thought they were done in like a few minutes.."
Pierce just makes burbling sounds and paws the floor lamely.
"He had help to last this long, but in the end they mostly end up the same way as him.. if you're doing it right," Mave claims.
The old shrine is about as neutral as one can get when it comes to the Seven Sisters. All are represented, including their ancient - and now considered blasphemous - forms, along with many other minor deities. Of course, nearly all of the statues have been smashed or twisted due to the shoggoth-hybrid birthed here. The cloaked Yodhinala sniffs a bit at the condition of Inala's statue. "Not exactly a place steeped in piety anymore, is it?" she asks.
"It has seen much better days. One of the monsters was destroyed here. It is as safe a place as any, and all but unknown," Pierce points out in sign, then makes sure the door is closed securely. "I should warn you that the Nicora body looks pretty .... bad."
"Just because I am bound to beauty does mean I cannot tolerate ugliness," Mave notes. "Even the ugly are welcome in the Temple of Inala to worship.. if not to serve."
"Just consider yourself warned, Pierce signs, then disrobes what little he does wear. The savanite then sis down on the floor and closes his eyes. The shift to Nicora is easier since it is the default body now. So, out comes the shadow, engulfing the cat ... then it's just like relaxing a tense muscle to revert the body...
"I don't see the issue," Mave notes once the transformation is complete. "The subject matter could be better, but art is still art. You make quite a statement.. I'm just not certain of what it is." The Yodhinala comes closer.. and tweaks Nicora's extra breasts to see if they're real.
Nicora tenses up and arches her back. "They're quite real, and they work," she hisses from the odd sensation. "This was Gorphat's punishment for consorting with Inala."
"Oh, punishment or jealousy?" Mave asks. "Inala gave you the blessing of milk.. and Gorphat tried to twist it into a disease, didn't she?"
"Yes," Nicora says, looking glum. "And it hurts when I lactate."
"Why did you let her do it then?" Mave asks, as she circles the odd Yodhgorphat.
"Because I cannot refuse her," Nicora admits. "And you're making me nervous."
"And my milk is ... green," Nicora admits.
"She is trying to upset the status quo," Mave claims, turning from Nicora to look at the warped statues. "She is the first of us to engage the enemy in battle, thanks to your Scourge. It is something she will use to garner more worshipers of course. I cannot blame her though - she suffered the most of all of the Sisters in the purge. She has the farthest to climb back."
Nicora nods a bit at that. "That much is true, and few actively seek her out," she admits as she pulls one leg up to hug to her chest.
"I worry that it is her message that will bring harm," Mave notes. "'Survival of the Fittest' is hardly in keeping with the ideals of a reborn Babel. You must remind her of that. There are other challenges she can offer, I'm sure." Turning back to Nicora, she asks, "What else hurts?"
"Everything, now and then," Nicora admits, "But most of her blessings have focused, only well, my reproductive organs." She looks towards the ceiling, ears flushing a bit ... green.
"You've received her kiss I see," Mave notes. "The Yodhgorphat do not normally interfere with reproduction - that is Inala's domain, after all. But you are perhaps a special case, given your status within the Trinity. I'll need to do an intimate examination."
"I don't think she interferes with it, she just makes it ... constantly in need and painful," Nicora admits. She sighs to herself and lies back, then hooks up her knees a bit and spreads her legs. "And if you must look ... okay." "I can't believe I'm doing this," she thinks.
Mave sings a prayer, and begins her examination. For some reason, her touch is very soothing to Nicora's 'condition' - Inala does seem to have precedence in these matters. Of course, it doesn't hide the fact that Mave is sticking her hand up in there.. all the way up in there, really.
And Nicora makes some of the mos amusing faces! One eye actually looks larger than the other, and her lips twist about. "This is weird. Both that she fits, and that she's that deep. I must be spending too much time with large endowed males," the poor bald Eeee thinks.
Mave's look of concentration turns to one of surprise, and she quickly pulls her hand back out - maybe too quickly, from the sensations it causes. "Oh.. uh.. that's interesting.." the Yodhinala mutters.
Nicora squeaks! "Interesting? That is never good to hear," the Eeee says worriedly.
"Well.. I don't think that you are pregnant," Mave says guardedly, as she examines her fingertips. "But something grabbed my finger. Do you have any theories on why that happened?"
"Grabbed your finger how?" Nicora asks. "I was recently molested by some demented tentacle fungus thanks to Kaira ... and before that I've used some slime worms to ease the tension."
Nicora sits up a little to see if she looks pregnant at all.
She's still pretty flat in the belly area.. although the extra teats may be covering a bulge if there is one.
Nicora feels around her stomach a bit.
"Slime worms... hmmm," Mave ponders.
Surprisingly, Nicora's stomach feels back a little. There's movement.
"What, what?" Nicora says. "Is there a problem or not? And can i cure it if so?" The Eeee then pauses and feels /again, testing how much movement.
A lot of movement, but spread out.
"Tell me more about the molesting mushroom," Mave requests. "It was one of the dragon's spirit projections?"
"It was just this huge farting mass the tentacles. It shoved one in every opening I have," Nicora admits. "It felt rather good."
"And.. did you have worm eggs inside of you at the time, perhaps?" Mave prompts.
"Maybe? I don't know for sure. Why?" Nicora asks.
"You're from Sylvania," Mave points out, "and a vampire. You must be aware of how symbiotic spirit possession works.. aren't you?"
"Well, yes," Nicora admits. "I don't see how this ties into the fact I had disturbing sex."
"Spirits can implant themselves, or pieces of themselves, into embryos.. even worm embryos," Mave points out. "So you're pregnant with hybrid worm-mushroom monsters."
"What? I am pregnant?" Nicora says, aghast, eyes huge.
"Well, in a non.. that is.. you've got parasites in your womb, but that isn't too far off from normal, so yes, you're pregnant," Mave says, and shrugs. "I don't know if they will affect you though like an actual baby would."
"Can't you get them out?" Nicora asks as she starts poking at her gut. "What will they do to me?"
"Well.. I don't know," Mave admits. "They're monsters. They could do anything. Wiggle out, latch on to a lover, burrow out through your navel, get into your brain.. fart. They are of two natures, worms and.. flatulent mushroom. What was the mushroom like?"
"Exploratory. It liked to enter things. And make noise," Nicora admits, looking rather worries and rubbing her gut now. "How many are there? How do I get rid of them? Can I get rid of them?"
"You must be worried to keep asking things I cannot answer," Mave notes. "We may need to consult someone more experienced with these things."
"Who?" Nicora has to ask. "And would it possibly offend Gorphat if I removed them?"
"I don't know who.. a mad wizard or something, maybe a Life Mage," Mave suggests. "As for Gorphat.. I don't see how, since she isn't the one that put them there in the first place."
"But she likes challenges. She did help with me being a horrib host," Nicora points out. "Does this also mean I can't, well, make love to anyone but Hosheb now?"
"I didn't realize you had any lovers in this form," Mave admits, looking.. impressed? "And you've been having congress with the Holy Demons... regularly?"
"With all of them, yes. And Soldano," Nicora admits.
"The Captain has wide ranging tastes," Mave notes. "For now, I suggest you consult with one of the Yodhrinala or Yodhsunala. There me grounds for an exorcism.."
"I will ... consider that if they cause me problems," Nicora says. "I'm not sure I want anyone else to know this."
"I can't be sure that just pulling them out won't cause you harm," Mave warns. "And apparently because of the spirit-infusion, they aren't affected by your transformations."
"So where do they go when I shift? Will they get larger?" Nicora has to ask, even if futile.
"I'm not sure where anything goes when you shift, aside from your jewelry," Mave points out. "There must be an analogous space.. or else they somehow exist in conjuction with this form alone."
Nicora actually tries to probe herself with a few fingers to see if she feels them. "Is there anything more you should check?" she asks, "Before Tulani wakes and complains Pierce is missing?"
"Well, everything else that's weird is the result of Gorphat's blessings," Mave explains. "So.. there's nothing I could or should do about them anyway."
"Nor would I want you to. They were given by Gorphat, and remain until she decides otherwise," Nicora insists.
"Anyway, that is the only thing I have found that would be considered unusual," Mave notes. "Please inform Kaira about the risks, in case this is going to be happening again.."
"I don't think it will, but I will let her know. If she isn't listening in already," the blad bat notes, then knocks on her own head.
"Does she eavesdrop on you often?" Mave asks. "You really shouldn't allow her to do that. She's your servant, after all."
Nicora leans in now and smiles to Mave. "Brave enough to kiss me like this?" she teases Mave.
"Would Gorphat appreciate you being corrupted by a Yodhinala?" Mave teases right back. "What might she decide to do to your lips after such a kiss?"
Nicora puts her hand behind Mave's neck and kisses her!
Mave is devoted enough to kiss back, but does not hide her distaste at Nicora's breath.
And Nicora holds that kiss for a very, very, long time. "I could make love to you like this," she finally whispers in Mave's ear, then even caresses Mave's chest.
"Are you trying to challenge me, Yodhgorphat?" Mave asks with narrowed eyes.
Nicora just grins. "I thought we were friends," she teases.
"You are a Yodhgorphat, and I a Yodhinala. Perhaps the last of our orders in this city," Mave points out. "A certain amount of decorum is expected."
"So, that would be a no," Nicora remarks and puts her arms over her secondary breasts. "I'm hurt."
"The Yodhgorphat are not known for their seductiveness," Mave points out. "And I would be letting down my order to be seduced by one. I am the one who does the seducing, after all."
"Then seduce me," Nicora asserts.
"Or would you rather watch me be taken by a demon?" Nicora asks, curious.
"Are you certain?" Mave asks. "Gorphat may decide you need another blessing because of it.."
"She might, she might not," Nicora points out. "But I guess if you're afraid, we can go back. Pierce has a salon date."
"I will seduce you in the Nest then," Mave says. "It will amuse Inala greatly, I am certain.."
Nicora settles down to shift back into Pierce. "I'll be Pierce there, so hardly a challenge. So, never mind it," she remarks and closes her eyes so that she can shift back to silence to return to the Nest.
"Don't want Tulani to see?" Mave asks, and gives one last look around the ruined shrine, frowning. "Babel's past is crumbling. It's for the best, but I wish I didn't have to see it."
"Tulani worries enough. And once I die dealing with the General, the past will be fully gone," Nicora remarks, eyes closed. Pierce is familiar enough now to shift to with less effort; though it still requires some. And thank everything that form isn't bald'.