Nicora blinks.. and is a bit startled to be seeing clearly. She's also warmer than usual.. and fluffier. Her shortened nose also twitches a lot, as she lies on her back looking up at the 'chandelier' crystal formation above.
"Wow, it worked!" notes the familiar voice of Jacoba, Hortense's harem stud.
Nicora blinkblinks. "Am I a bunny?" she suddenly has to wonder. This is unexpected! But, seeing as she can now see, she sits up to see just what is going on.
At the moment, it's just her and the buck. Sitting up also lets her see herself better: she's got the black and white markings of Taahira. And on the smaller form, the belly-bulge is a bit more prominent, though nowhere near as big as she had gotten the last time she hosted Horribs.
Taahira has to wonder why she has a bulge at all. So, she pokes at it. "What exactly did you do?" she asks of the nearby buck.
"I prayed to Inala," Jacoba says, all smiles. "The others will be coming at Gorphat's behest, but I had a feeling I was supposed to help you like last time."
Taahira rubs her forehead lightly. "I .. see?" she says as she scoots sideways a bit so she can look at the buck. "You prayed for a doe to rut?" she asks, teasing. "What if I don't let you?"
"Then I will have to massage you into submission?" Jacoba suggests, scooting over to the doe.
Taahira laughs. "Now, have I ever refused you anything?" she asks rather suggestively. "Even as human I tended to you often."
"I appreciate it too!" the buck claims, and starts to nuzzle at Taahira's neck. "I'm surrounded by does all the time.. it is sooo frustrating.."
Taahira giggles. "Well, with this doe you can do anything you want, and you had better," she tells him as she grips him in a rather delicate place while he nuzzles. It's gentle and stroking at least; fluffy hands!
"Your wish is my command!" the buck says, and presses Taahira down onto her back before nuzzling her everywhere.. especially in the sensitive areas.
Taahira squeals and giggles! It's so nice to to feel icky all over and oozy in places no woman wants to be oozy in. She also does not miss the lack of gassy releases from places that should not happen. She playfully touches and tickles the buck back, but for the most part she is letting him enjoy a doe however he wants.
It is also a reminder that while Fluffer uses many of the same techniques, Jacoba has more experience. Also, he's not 'rushed' to service multiple women, so really takes his time with the doe. As always, there's the pleasure of 'fitting' properly as well - unlike Nikky, Taahira never became size-obsessed. She does have the same milk blessing certainly, which Jacoba happily exploits.
Taahira coos and squeals as the buck fits just right ... and can nurse on her at the same time. It all feels just lovely and in a way that isn't the frenetic and disturbing ways other forms seem to enjoy. "Yes, right ... there," she murmurs, hugging the buck and shuddering.
Jacoba paces himself, and does give Taahira a massage when he has her on her hands and knees. And again when he's recharging, although that one is more a mix of internal and external using fingers and tongue, to make sure the doe is still properly stimulated throughout. He seems determined to make her feel very very good before the others arrive.
Poor Taahira shivers. "I forgot how good this can feel. So, so good," the doe thinks, head tilted and eyes closed. She makes lots of little sounds while on her hands and knees, rump hiked. Lots of cooing, gasping and the expected squealing. It makes her feel so warm throughout her belly.
It certainly makes her belly happy, it seems. She notices others arriving, but it's hard to focus on them. Especially when the does show up and begin to nuzzle and suckle and caress right along with the buck. The even lift Taahira up, so that Jacoba is standing upright. The perpendicular posture allows for some very deep and hard movements.
Taahira doesn't seem to mind. She isn't blind and nasty! So, this feels just really, really, good. "Don't stop, don't leave," she murmurs, "Feels sooooo good." She doesn't even think about who else is here; she's lost in being lustbunny. She's even daydreaming about being pregnant! Likely natural to help urge on the voluntary ovulation aspect of lapi nature.
Slowly, the does begin to rotate Taahira as if she were on a spit (which isn't too far from the actual situation) until she's facing down. Objects are being positioned.. but with her ears dangling down and the curtain of bunnies it's hard to tell just what it might be. But she does hear Hortense giving instructions.. none of which are very clear though.
Taahira is enjoying mightily, but she has no idea at all on what they are doing. Part of her starts to wonder about it and she does try to shift her ears to hear better. "What are they doing?" she thinks in a moment of lucidity. It isn't like you can tattoo someone all fluffy after all.
There's a final gasp and shudder from Jacoba, who leans forward to kiss the doe between her shoulder blades. A moment later he withdraws.. only to make room for someone else. Taahira knows the feel of Mordecai, with all of his studs and scars. The albino vampire holds onto the doe's hips.. and keeps things going. If it is all just to distract Taahira from the preparations, it's a good way of doing it. She barely notices when the leather-padded stocks is in place until the top closes down to trap her wrists and neck.
Tahhira cries out and keeps on crying out when Mordecai takes the buck's place. She might have called him her master, but it is rather hard to think about anything right now, particularly what they said. When the stocks close, though, she does think for a moment what could they possibly be doing that would require stocks? It's like they want her completely immobile.
Hortense straps an additional wide wooden collar around the doe's neck, further immobilizing her head. Other things begin to change from that point. With each hard thrust from Mordecai, Taahira feels her fur being shaken loose. She can't move her head to see it happening, but she can move her ears. The Artist is literally pounding the fur off of her!
Taahira squeals at the neck collar. She doesn't like her head being that immobilized! And when she feels fur falling off she gasps! Is she shifting here back to Nicora? Is she going to go deaf, blind, and start to ooze? She concentrates on how he feels within her, and if how she feels there starts to change.
The transformation happens in beats, with the doe's rear serving as the drum that Mordecai is beating against. The last of the fur falls away, and the more drastic changes begin. Step by step, Taahira's ears broaden and become more rigid. Her spine and limbs stretch and wings begin to grow from her back. The feeling of her tail growing out is also fairly strange. It isn't until her after her eyes begin to cloud and her ears fill with wax that things really start to change down below. There's more squishiness, more looseness. And then it feels like Modecai is barely there. More furniture is moved about, and when Mordecai is forced to withdraw.. something else takes his place. Something big enough that Nicora can certainly feel it. Her ankles are bound to the sides of something, and between the stocks at the front and the 'spit' at the back, she's still forced into a horizontal position, but the only middle support is accomplished via the harem does.
Nicora actually whimpers when she can barely feel her albino lover. Of course when something replaces it she gasps out! Anything that large is not quite comfortable! The equipment that holds her makes her thrash about, trying to pull out, but egad is the blind Eeee help securely. "Mother, is this necessary?" she thinks plaintively to Gorphat. Oh Gods, now she can feel her octuplet of nipples rubbing against the does beneath her! She has become a true horror of an Eeee.
Mordecai returns.. at the front this time. "It'll be interesting since you have no teeth," he says, voice distorted by earwax. But something pokes Nicora on the chin, and it isn't hard to guess what it is - after all, Mordecai didn't get to finish due to the eventual lack of friction. And the does are doing more than rubbing against the multiple teats, they're outright teasing them - right up until the suction cups of the milking machine go on. And then the 'spit' begins to move as well, twisting slowly from side to side. It may be the prototype for the mechanical monster that Fluffer has, and it's likely being operated by Jacoba.
Nicora goes mrrrrph! Without teeth she can't exactly refuse him and soon her bare mouth is now occupied by something very studded and scarred, and her nose is pressed up against the bare albino's skin; not that she can really smell him! She can also bite down for lots of friction, since, well, nothing to harm him! Muffled groans follow when the horrible milking machine starts and the machine impaling her makes her squirm! What makes it all worse is none of it exacTly feels good. It hurts, not bad, but there is low grade pain from all the use; her Mother seems determined she is not going to enjoy the pleasures of Inala in this body.
The Artist holds onto the stock, and takes advantage of Nicora's immobility to add his own hip movements. These increase, until he finally finds release with a sigh.
Nicora makes a horrible burbling sound when Mordecai finds satisfaction. This is, unfortunately a sound she makes quite often. And thanks to her 'children', she is also quite used to the 'liquid' diets. Well, at least she won't feel hungry! Plus, he certainly tastes better than her children's feedings do. And worse ... this she sort of enjoys in spite of herself; the lack of teeth made it a bit more enjoyable to boot.
After the bat steps back, Hortense leans down to be nose to nose with Nicora (albeit appearing as just a blur to the bat without the convenience of her seeing-eye horrib). "Now, open wide," the feline purrs. "This next bit is very important."
Nicora blinks those cloudy eyes. In another condition she would have demanded to know why. Or to refuse. But right now ... she just opens her toothless jaws as wide as she can like a 'good girl'.
A hard rubber ball-gag is put in, positioned so that it won't slide around, and then tied in with a strap behind Nicora's head. This leaves only the sides of her mouth open.. and there's certain to be a lot of drool as a result. A hard rod is inserted through the ball next, and clamped to fittings on the wooden collar. This forces Nicora to face downward.. and makes it impossible to move her head at all now.
Nicora glrks! She drools as it is and with her mouth forced open she's going to puddle badly. And worse, this is terribly humiliating! She bites down on the ball and all she can feel is gums on rubber, which is not that comfortable. She actually does try to move her head, but cannot. What has Gorphat decided for her now? And why? And ... Gah! She can already feel thick saliva ooze around the ball and her stretched lips.
There is still more, amazingly! Her wings are strapped down against her back, and even her grotesque tail and bound. Clips are attached to her ears so that they can be pulled back and away from her head (although not stretched) and attached to the stocks. "Now for the test," Hortense says. "Girls.. tickle her. We need to make sure any spasms won't break something loose.."
And so the does do just that, tickling Nicora's sides and breasts and belly with their fur-covered fingers.
Nicora makes an utterly horrible rattling, gurgling noise! She wants to squirm and pull away but the Eeee cannot move anything The wood strains, but holds firm. "What are they planning to do that requires this? Actually infect me?" she thinks in horror. The only parts of her that manage escape is the drool from her mouth and a few nasty globs of greenish slime from between her legs when a bit of gas 'escapes'.
"Alright, that's enough," Hortense says, and the does stop the tickling and return to caressing. "Are the coals hot enough yet?" she asks Mordecai. "Just about. Have the water ready," the bat replies.
This causes all of Nicora's body to tense up! "/Coals? Why do they need coals? what are they going to do? Gods, they aren't going to burn me are they?" she thinks in horror. Why are they doing this?!
There is an ominous silence for over a minute. Nicora can just make out a warm glow off to her right, and there's movement as Mordecai does something. Then he's kneeling down in front of Nicora (not that she can look up at him) and saying, "This is going to hurt, Nicora. Quite a lot, I'm afraid. Please do not be angry with me." And then something about the size of a fingertip and burning hot is pressed to the center of Nicora's scalp for a second, followed by a splash of water.
Nicora cries out around the ball in her muzzle. She felt it, all of it, and it was agony! She jerks in the frame holding her and none of it moves. She cannot move. All she can do is feel the ongoing stinging pain of a burn in the center of her head. And she still doesn't know why or what that even was. She suddenly wonders if they are branding her.
This indeed seems to be the case, as the small brand is applied again, next to the first spot. And again and again. It's still tattooing, just not with a needle!
Nicora's body is sweating and she is continually jerking in the restraints! She could have taken a brand to the center of her forehead with Gorphat's mark. One brand would have been tolerable, bit brands again and again hurt. She cannot tell even how bad they are burning her; but it is ... well, she suspects severe scaring. And with how they've restrained her ... are they doing much of her body?
"I wish you could see," Mordecai says. "The brand I am using is made of stone, and the head is carved into a small version of The Wound," he explains, before pressing it again to Nicora's skin. "The overall pattern on your scalp will also be The Wound, with the crescent facing forward. It will take time for the scarring to set, but when it does it should appear indistinguishable from a condition known as psoriasis. I am fairly certain the keloid will be green. I've done this to myself, so I know what you are going through." Of course, Mordecai had done it to some fairly sensitive areas on his own body.
Nicora suddenly worries he'll be doing some of her sensitive spots. What if he outlines Inala's gate with a burn of the wound as well? She might have called out for him to stop, but lacking both teeth and the use of her jaw it just comes out as a horrid, garbled, burble! Gods, it hurts!
There is only so much damage that can be dealt with at once. As the branding progresses, only the most recent burns feel pain as the older ones dull somewhat in contrast. It is likely an illusion however, with the body simply focused more on the newer sensations. The does and Jacoba try to provide distraction, the mechanical phallus proving to have some tricks that might otherwise be pretty nice if not for the circumstances. There's no telling what each splash of water is sloughing away as well.
Poor Nicora is trapped between a disturbing sort of pleasure from behind her that does help her not to feel as much of the agonizing burn of the skin on the to of her head! She also finds herself grateful she cannot currently smell the work, as there has to be a scent to this. "Mother ... why?" she thinks.
A sort of euphoria begins to settle over Nicora's mind, and a feeling of detachment from her body. The hands of the does seem to spread, becoming a field of soft fur against her bare skin. The stiffness of her arms and legs gives way to a sense of.. freedom? Her scalp tingles and the long strands of her hair spread across her shoulders.. where her wings would be, but now there is just the smooth back of Snowcora. She's lying on a pile of furs in a dimly lit chamber. "I hope you don't mind my pulling part of you away from all that," the voice of Vorgulremik rumbles. "I understand Inala did it once while I was playing with your dragoness body in Worms, so there is precedent. Of course, I could let you sink fully back into that experience if you so desire."
Snowcora bolts upright. "Maybe I preferred the chamber of pain," the human claims as she pulls up furs to cover her bare body. "What do you want?"
"You called out," the dragon notes, coiled nearby. "Why, you asked. Of Gorphat, I assume.. but I'm sure the answer is obvious," he notes. "You indulged Inala. Gorphat chose to remind you of her own claim. The gods are not so complicated, really."
"So, she's punishing me by marking me as her property even more prominently?" Snowcora asks, still keeping herself covered up by the furs. "And what else did you want? You would not have brought me here just to tell me that."
"Well, after our last meeting I thought you'd be seeking me out," Vorgulremik claims, his golden eyes glowing in the light from low-burning torches on the walls. "Did you find out what Kaira was up to?" he asks.
"Of course not. She would not tell me," Snowcora notes as she shrugs a bit. "Just that I had to trust her.
"
"Or perhaps she did tell you something, and you simple don't feel inclined to inform me," the dragon notes. "I can accept that. You've no reason to tell me, after all. That wasn't our agreement."
Snowcora rolls her eyes. "She said she could not tell me out of a promise to Rinala, whatever that means. And that I would have to trust her. That's it," the human says and shakes her head.
"And that is what she told you, not what you saw," the dragon points out with a rumble. "Now.. aside from having your faith tested by a hot brand, how have you been?" Is he actually trying to make small-talk?
Snowcora laughs. "Well, I have a large wasp creature growing in my gut that I cannot remove and I've been lust-dump for Inala," she says, "Other than that it has been tending to Gorphat's temple, breeding demon children, and tending the sick."
"And yet my company is so horrible?" the dragon asks, almost in jest. "You even try to cover yourself up. Are you uncomfortable?"
"I'm naked! It is embarrassing," Snowcora grumbles, "And it might put you in a rutting mood."
"You need to relax," Vorgulremik claims. "Here.." he offers, and the furs around Snowcora begin to stir. A pair of dark elfin women rise up from under them, as if they had been napping. They both have golden cat-slit eyes, flowing white hair and black skin - and of course are ethereally beautiful and naked. "Let us relax you," they whisper to the albino human, their voices a bit husky.
"Oh Gods," poor Snowcora mutters as she pulls up the furs ... only to have them taken away by the two women. She would ask the elves to be gentle ... but Snowcora long admitted to herself she prefers it rough. The poor girl is thoroughly corrupted.
The two elves are all soft surfaces, as they demonstrate by rubbing just about every part of themselves on every part of Snowcora. And while Lapi does have a certain natural sensuousness to them.. there is certainly something to be said for thousands of years of experience. The elves play Snowcora like an instrument.. but never let her reach the crescendo.
Snowcora actually whines at them. "Let me feel it, please! I need release from this tension," she complains, squirming about and well, panting! And how she looks at the dragon is just awful. She finds herself wanting him! Yuck!
Ever the proper host, Vorgulremik does care about the needs of his guests. He uncoils, shrinking and reshaping in the process. He remains a dragon instead of becoming an elf, and pounces on his willing prey! He is rough and feral, like Snowcora desires. It does result in a lot of scratches and bites however.
Snowcora embarrasses herself utterly. The way she squeals and squirms while the dragon satiates itself on her is downright ... well, at least it feels good. Better than the burning on her head, at least! And the various positions are fun too from on her back to on all fours! The human is ... well, she likes sex, as much as she tries to deny it.
The dragon sticks to his usual pattern, ravishing Snowcora three times before arbitrarily stopping. He 'cuddles' by licking away the blood from Snowcora's skin.
Snowcora lies there, panting and in pain here too! "I hate you," she mutters.
"Yes, and I am flattered," the dragon says, and gives Snowcora's left breast a squeeze with his mouth and a teasing lick. "You will be rewarded though, in time. I will tell you were to find the zanpakuto you need to end Amena."
Snowcora laughs. "For what, letting you rut me regularly? Why is that rewardworthy?" she asks.
"I only recently understood the pleasure in such things," Vorgulremik claims. "You enjoy it too, and that amuses me greatly."
"That is entirely Inala's fault," Snowcora claims and crosses her arms over her chest. "She turned me into a ... slut."
"Melusine may have helped," the dragon claims, and licks Snowcora's chin. "Tell me, when you devoured the demon in Sylvania and accidentally manifested me.. was I your first lover to that form?"
"Ah, no, you were not. Second," Snowcora claims. "The first was a lapi. He was ..." She still shivers from that memory.
"A shame," Vorgulremik notes. "I've had many virgins, just.. not like that, you understand."
Snowcora points out, "The body wasn't a virgin to begin with. I've never had sex as a virgin female. And right now sex as Nicora is ... extremely messy."
"But worth it?" the dragon asks. "What do you get out of serving Gorphat like that? It cannot be pleasure.. so something less tangible?"
"Part of it I do enjoy in some sort of perverse way. I've grown to like the oozing," Snowcora admits, "It reminds me I'm part of something, perhaps." She shrugs. "Though right now I have no idea how scarred the body will be when I get back."
"Probably no worse than having a crab fused to your head," Vorgulremik teases. "Or worms eating through your flesh. Do you think it more severe than the tattoos? Is it the pain that makes it worse?"
"It hurts a lot more, yes, and deforms my body," Snowcora notes. "What if she does more than my head?"
"Would that be a surprise?" the dragon asks. "Although, to do so all at once might be excessive. After all, you need time to.. get used to it. The tattoos do not hurt as much as when they first started, do they?"
"No, it would not be a surprise if she did more than my head. I could see her doing something to ... my genitals to get back at Inala," Snowcora mutters. "And no, the tattoos don't hurt so much anymore. I usually enjoy them."
"She is perhaps corrupting you then.. in a more literal sense," the dragon says. "She is an evil goddess after all."
"It is like I am her literal avatar in that form," Snowcora mutters.
"Does she bear the same sort of marks and scars then?" Vorgulremik asks. "I would have assumed her to be as vain as any goddess."
"Mmm, no, she is beautiful. Mostly," Snowcora admits.
"But not in a.. pure.. manner," Vorgulremik says, and slides away from Snowcora.
"Well, no. Gorphat is anything but pure. And I think she does enjoy watching me suffer from time to time," Snowcora admits.
"Well, then I should oblige her, I suppose," the dragon notes, his voice getting deeper. "After all, I've interrupted your suffering." A full-sized dragon claw lifts Snowcora into the air by her ankles!
"Ack! No eating!" Snowcora blurts out and flails about. "I did not agree ot this!"
Vorgulremik rolls onto his back, and dangles the woman over his snout. "Too scary?" he asks, and then does open his mouth.. to extend his tongue, which curls around Snowcora and... rubs her.
Snowcora grumbles! Loudly! "You are mot funny, and nor is this," she complains as she swats at the tongue. "You're just playing with your food now!"
"What is wrong with that? And you shouldn't move so much, or you may slip from betwixt my talons," the dragon notes. He does not molest her with his tongue again though.. but there is puff of fire that just barely misses her and her dangling hair.
Snowcora continues to squirm anyway! Being tongued by that tongue is just ... ugh! And now with the fire! "Stoppit!" she says, again!
"I am only showing my respect for Gorphat's wishes," the dragon claims, and almost looks pouty. "How about a kiss then?" he asks.
Snowcora crosses her arms. "Fine," she relents. "One kiss."
Puckering up as best he can, Vorgulremik lowers Snowcora down to his lips.
Snowcora closes her eyes and puckers up too. "I cannot believe I am going to do this," she thinks, feeling ill.
There's contact.. then the dragon lets go of the woman and sucks her into his mouth like a noodle! Snowcora is pinned down, between tongue and pallet, feeling like she's being smothered in wet towels.. and then she hears Mordecai say, "The wet bandages will help cool your head." She's back in the stocks, the does still massaging and rubbing while Jacoba turns the cranks on the pump and 'spit'..
Nicora makes an awful grunting sound around the ball in her mouth. The device buried in her stretched body finally causing her to feel some sort of pleasurable wave from its actions. Her skin twitches, crawls, and jerks in the restrains. It's only after that wave of pleasure does she try to focus on herself and see how much she hurts, and where.
Her scalp is both throbbing and numb, except for the forehead which still burns a bit. The restraining bar is removed from the ball-gag, letting Nicora move her head a bit. Her neck is soaking wet, and when the collar comes off there's a lot of runoff. Only then is the gag removed.
"Why did you do that?" Nicora burbles and coughs now that she can move her very sore jaw. Gah, she feels ... slimy all over ... again. At least this time she didn't get worm-pregnant here again while in this horrible contraption.
"It was what the muse told me to do," Mordecai says. "It will be quite beautiful once the scarring is complete. Perhaps it will inspire Gorphat's followers to mark themselves."
"What does the muse look like?" Nicora asks as she wiggles her hands in the stocks. "And the mark is rather big."
"Well.. the muse has many forms, depending on who is providing the inspiration," Mordecai says. "Gorphat's muse.. looks like you, of course. Not at first though. She was a beautiful green girl when I was working on your human form."
"I see. Or rather, I don't. Mother Gorphat made sure of it," Nicora mutters, "Not to mention making my teeth fall out." She burbles a laugh and actually asks, "So, how was it without teeth?"
"Much nicer than a thought, although gums can still be hard," Mordecai notes. "There are many colorful gum diseases.." he adds, sounding thoughtful.
"Don't even think it. My teeth will be back," the bound Eeee claims. "I hate being like this, I have to be ... fed."
"Speaking of which," Mordecai notes, and removes the top piece of the stock.. but only so he can come around and bite into the base of Nicora's neck!
Nicora lets out a pained squeak of protest as she squirms about since the rest of her is still quite secure. She's also grateful that this place is not entirely real ... because that horrible machine might have endangered her queen. Er, she means the queen inside her. Not her child. Not part of her. Nope.
When Mordecai is finished, he comes back around and opens his mouth close to Nicora so she can see. "I' ma tong glow'n?" he asks.
Nicora cannot help herself, she laughs. It sounds awful, but it is still a laugh. "Yes, it is," she says, "I see a green blur."
Finally, Jacoba contracts and removes the 'support peg' from Nicora's nethers and her ankles are unbound. All the while the does keep holding her up (there arms MUST be tired by now) since the breast pump is still going. "We'll have enough milk to make everyone's tongue glow now," Hortense notes with a cackle.
"I am not surprised. Mother has made it so that it is almost constant flow from me and my breasts always ache," Nicora complains. Now that she can move she wipes off her neck, then reaches down and wipes off her slimy nethers. "How can all of you stand to be around me? I am hideous."
"This place is special," Mordecai says. "Under Gorphat's influence, there is no disgust, not even with the odors."
Nicora also feels over her abdomen and nethers for any ... issues. "That, I suppose, is good," she burbles.
The only issues are the usual ones.. issuing out of her. If she pushes, she can feel something hard lodged in her abdomen. The queen doesn't move or float free after all.
Nicora does push a bit hard, trying to feel out the queen and how large it is, and how developed. She knows at some point she will no longer be able to go male when it has developed enough.
It certainly isn't as big as her fist yet, although it isn't easy feeling the full extent or shape. It barely shows as a bulge on her already distended belly.
Nicora tries to sit up and then gingerly ease herself off the does that have been acting as her makeshift 'bed'. She doesn't, however, try to remove the milking tubes. IT's actually helping ease the painful tension in her chest. She needs one of these for the temple. Well, other than her children.
"I'm not sure if the bandages will go with you," Mordecai admits. "You will certainly feel things tightening on your scalp as well for the first few days. A loose cover would be good, although a little bit of irritant can help the scarring process along."
Nicora's brow arches. "A bit of an irritant? Like what?" she inquires, then smirks. "My own oozings?"
"Those could work," Mordecai says. "Powdered or grown material even more.. I used Mateh grounds in my own scars. I think it killed off any likely infections."
Nicora barks a laugh. "Gorphat would want them infected probably," she notes.
"Well, the disease it resembles doesn't usually ooze pus, so I couldn't say what Gorphat's desires would be on that," Mordecai admits.
"I suppose I could ask her," Nicora admits, "When I awaken."
Nicora licks her lips. "So," she burbles at Mordecai, "Want another ... time with me? I know I am not enjoyable in the normal way, but I could lick you again, or lift my tail out of the way," she offers to the albino. "I do not know how much more time I have here."
"I can hardly turn down such a rare treat," Mordecai notes, while bunnies rub Nicora's back and limbs to relieve any lingering stiffness from the confined pose.
"Which do you want?" Nicora burbles.
"Well, both of course.. one to warm up, and the other to finish," Mordecai chooses. "Maybe I can make your tongue glow.."
Nicora chooses to start with her mouth then. Which means ... the Eeee is back on her knees. Now that she can focus more on this way it is definitely different. Disturbingly different without teeth in her way. Eyes close as she works over this evil Eeee, unfortunately feeling very bump, stud, and scar.
While Mordecai is indisposed (and wondering where to put his hands since he can't touch Nicora's head) Jacoba helpfully flops onto his back behind Nicora and begins warming her up for part two.. although this seem to involve using her own slime as a lubricant for his fingers.
What Jacoba does doesn't feel as good as if she could take him normally. It's nice enough, but there it no build with it; it's completely for Mordecai's enjoyment. At least she does produce her own lubricant. "I cannot believe I am doing this," the Eeee thinks while she's doing it. And her head is throbbing uncomfortably.
It doesn't take long before Mordecai is asking to switch to the back.
Nicora draws herself back, then drops down to all fours. She has to reach back and move her rather bitey tail out of the way for the Eeee to prepare herself, then dips her head. "Go ahead," she murmurs. At least she doesn't automatically ooze from that passage like she does from her other. Small mercies.
The does move in as well. They know that it isn't going to be entirely pleasant for Nicora, so help out by keeping the tail out of the way.. and rubbing, caressing and kissing it while Mordecai plugs in and gets to work. Ironically, the ugliest part of Nicora originally was the tail! Now it is a colorfully tattooed appendage (although the tattoos all depict diseases of the phallus). Still, it's the least noxious part of her anatomy at the moment. The does giggle when it tries to suckle, of course.
Nicora grunts lewdly. Yes, it hurts. It's uncomfortable. It's filling in all the wrong ways as she allows Mordecai to satisfy himself on her body. The doe's touch and suckling, though help, a lot. This gives her some counter pleasure and she does make lots of nice little burbles with their work. With them around she could get 'used' to Mordecai this way. It may be her only choice if Gorphat does not allow Nicora's body to ever return to some semblance of tightness. How many worm eggs could she possibly have in there?
The attention to the tail all along its length by the does helps, as Mordecai groans with his own release. The does pull Nicora onto her back once the Eeee has pulled out, and begin to kiss and lick her all over! Their tongues seem a bit dry though, and there's an oddness to the suckling. That's when Nicora realizes it isn't the does at all anymore, but Blarf. The brightness of the crystal cavern gives way to the dimness of her chambers in the Temple of Gorphat. Her senses are also slightly jumbled, since the horribs seem distressed and are buzzing about madly.
"What, what?" Nicora burbles out as she tries to brush Blarf away from her so she can sit up. She also tries to not focus on what the horribs see and more on what she can sense in general. She also tries to not think about her head lest it start hurting immediately.
It appears that what has them upset is that Nicora's scalp is burned. She can see it now, tracing out the symbol of the Wound on her scalp and forehead. The burns aren't continuous, but do seem to touch - each one a smaller version of the larger symbol.
Nicora hisses as she touches her scalp, the tissue very aggravated. Sighing softly to herself she ... well, tries what she has at hand. She uses some of her own slime and spreads it over the burns to see if it soothes them any. "Mother ... was the burn necessary?" she thinks, "I am already dedicated as your daughter and love you above all others."
"There are many afflictions," Gorphat's voice replies, as the goo soothes things a bit (which may be why it was so useful down in the hospital tents). It does cause things to itch a bit.. but before anything can be done about that the horribs swoop down and start applying a 'bandage' of their mucilage. "Your head was bare. It needed something."
Nicora holds her head still, chin tilted up a bit so that the bugs can cover as much as they desire. It's just easier to not fight the bugs, as they might just sting her and do it anyway, like they did with the queen. "And it was not punishment for helping Inala?" she thinks.
"I do not punish," Gorphat claims. "I challenge. I want only to make you stronger."
Nicora sighs softly, causing her to drool down her front. "And I love you for it, Mother," the Yodhgorphat thinks as her body aches, itches, and oozes from a myriad of places. "I willingly accept you making me furless and to carry your sacred creatures within my body; and the other mutilations to make me represent you fully. Though I may falter, I will always accept any challenge or gift you wish to give me. In truth I have come to crave your touch upon my body."
"Good," the Goddess of Affliction replies warmly. "These blessings are not just for you, after all. They are for everyone to see. To show what can be endured, and overcome. To give hope. I expect you to show off to the public. They need to see you carry your burdens and overcome them."
"Even this challenge of the ... worms I have come to appreciate," The Yodhgorphat claims in thought, "It makes me endure the painful sides of pregnancies without any of the pleasures ... and it has taken away my ability to find pleasure from Inala except in the most extreme circumstances. No normal male can pleasure me now."
"Normal men are beneath a Yodh," Gorphat claims. "Only exceptional ones are worthy."
Nicora's hands go down to cup and feel at her gut in actual reality, to see the shape she is in through her hands. "Do you know how may .... eggs are still with me?" Nicora asks of Gorphat.
"Does it matter how many there are?" Gorphat asks. "They serve a purpose. All things here do."
"I only hope that there are many, Nicora thinks in spite of herself as she massages her distended and spongy gut. "How may I serve you today? How may I worship you?"
"Inspire others to follow me," Gorphat replies, and the horribs finish coating Nicora's head in a translucent, wrinkly skullcap. The front merges into the preexisting visor over her eyes. At this rate she may start looking like a Vykarin! There is also movement in the outside hall. Sil is approaching.
Nicora stands to her feet, a bit wobbly and still aching. Her left hang cups her gut gently, making it feel more comfortable. "Sil? I am fine," she calls out in case the Eeee was worried.
"Ah, Mistress Nicora," the woman replies, coming to the doorway. "I have a message from Yodhrinala Charity, if you wish to hear it."
Nicora dips her head slightly. ""I would. Please relay it to me," the horrific Eeee burbles, then wipes her chin.
Sil clears her throat, and relays, "She wishes you to know that she is grateful for you sending your horribs to intra.. intervene.. uh.. to feed the patients with lockjaw who cannot eat. She respectfully requests that some warning is given beforehand though, as the patients all passed out from fear when the horribs swooped into the tent and... stabbed them.. in the gut."
Nicora can't help herself, she gurgles in amusement at that. "Ah, yes, I suppose I should send work before my .... children do things. I will also have to talk to them about that," she mutters then 'looks' back towards one of the horribs. She also doesn't remember doing that, but she cannot admit that to Sil.
The bug seems proud of taking the initiative on things.
"It would help if you could visit the patients and reassure them," Sil suggests. "Especially the part about them not being hosts to horrib larva."
Nicora waggles her finger at them, then shrugs. "I can do that. The only one who hosts their larva here is me," Nicora says, and sounds actually proud about it. "No others will be horrib brooders unless I deem it so."
"Do you wish me to go now?" Nicora asks the woman. "If so, I will need to be bandaged and attired for public."
Sil's eyebrows go up at that last bit. Of course a Yodhgorphat would be able to smite people. It's just that horrib-host is a pretty awful way to be smited.
"Of course High Priestess, I will fetch you clean bandages," Sil quickly says, and hurries off to get them from her laundry.
Nicora does take the time that Sil is gone to check on the larva she is hosting. She settles herself back on her bed and gently massages her gut, feeling out the egg within her, then even using the shadow to check it. It gives her a disturbingly warm feeling to find that it is doing quite well within her and has sunk at least a dozen feeder tubes into her womb's wall and deep throughout the blood vessels there. Even if she wanted to, the Yodhgorphat is fairly certain she could not remove ... her child now without significant damage to her body. And worse, she even shadow-strokes it, mentally trying to encourage it to be part of her and grow strong off of her body. It is a twisted form of pregnancy; one the Goddesses have made possible. The Yodhgorphat should feel horrified, but instead feels content. Yes, being infested is the proper way to be a Yodhgorphat...