It's been several days now where Nicora has effectively been bedridden. The feedings from the horrib drones have grown more and more frequent, as the royal larva has continued its growth spurt. Nicora can't really see the result, since the drone that provides her vision perceives her belly as a wonderful glowing light. Touch tells a different story: the skin is stretched tight enough over the bulge that Nicora can feel the details of the larva's chitinous plates through it. And feel it on the inside when it moves, as well. And today it has moved quite a bit, rolling and twisting to almost reverse its position in the womb.
"Oh Gods, this is awful," Nicora grumbles from the significant pain she's feeling. Her left hand has remained resting on her gut all day as well. As she has been lying down for days, the Yodhgorphat actually tries to get up and move a bit before she develops bedsores as well. "This is not nearly as pleasant as the smaller horribs were," she mutters. Granted those had a buffer whereas the queen has been directly connected and living off of her, which probably makes it worse.
The drones go into a tizzy when Nicora tries to move, buzzing around her head and shoulders as if uncertain whether to help her up or push her back down.. resulting in a lot of nothing, save for noise. The giant skedat scuttles closer though, in case it's needed. For Nicora.. sitting up is agony, as it puts more pressure on her swollen belly.
Nicora makes all sorts of faces. As the pain grows she sighs and ends up laying right back down. "Why did you do this to me?" she growls at the horribs in the chamber. "This hurts," she complains as cups her swollen gut with her left hand again.
The drones seem happy that their 'mom' has stopped moving. The queen squirms about some more.. and Nicora feels some dampness between her legs that is different from the usual slime. "High Priestess? Do you need anything?" Sil asks from outside the suite. The horribs have been overly protective of late, so the woman no longer enters uninvited.
"I'm just uncomfortable, but there is nothing you can do. And the horribs are a bit ... 'antsy'. I do not know if they will always obey me. It is best you stay out there," Nicora burbles out, trying to calm the servand while she slips her left hand down to collect some of the dampness to try and sniff it up close, or if her nose doesn't work at all ... lick it.
Dulled senses or not, Nicora knows the scent and taste of blood. It's a bit watered down and stale though - likely from the scraping of the queen's shell against the walls of her womb. That it's flowing out now, though, implies that the cervix is opening now!
"Oh God ... is it coming out ... NOW?!" Nicora thinks, horrified! She remembers the altar the doe was on and the position, so she lifts her legs, bent at the knees, and spreads her legs apart to make things ... exposed. At least this is a good sign, it will come out ... and not eat its way out!
Already, things are different. Aside from the larva being armored, Nicora can feel other differences as it starts to make its exit. The 'head' is bigger, and has mandibles. She can feel them being used to pry the opening even wider. The drones drop lower, still 'nervous' - they keep flexing their stinger tails and clacking their claws. "Did-a-chick!" "Dud-a-chum!" they argue between themselves.
Nicora's toothless mouth clenches as tight as she can. "Ow, ow, argh," she thinks, but making only hissing sounds as to not alert the servant! Her poor toes also splay and her finger claws scrape the sides of her bed. She also half-bets Gorphat is here somewhere ... watching.
The head makes it through, barely.. but the armored body is wider still, and feels stuck. The rear part is moving with agitation, just short of thrashing about, and the drones are buzzing in panic again. But someone takes Nicora's right hand. "The pain of birth is mine," Gorphat gurgles. "Inala claims the pleasant parts, and makes you forget the pain. This is a difficult birth."
"You're telling me," Nicora hisses as her hand clenches tight! She tries to not panic, but instead takes several breaths and tries to push, to see if she can force the Queen's body the rest of the way out of her womb. She feels like she's being torn apart, frankly.
There's some progress, or at least enough to keep the queen from tearing through the wall of the womb (who knows what she's got at the back end of her). The drones are still abuzz, as the push managed to move her maybe an inch further. "Keep pushing, but try not to crush her," Gorphat advises. "I am very proud of you. No other of my Yodh has endured such pains for me."
"I would endure anything for you, my Mother. I am honored to be your brood host," Nicora burbles in a hissing and very pained and nasty-sounding voice. Focusing on Gorphat does at least help her from clenching down too much too often. She pauses to breathe deep a few times, then pushes again, slow and steady to see if she can get the creature to inch along a bit more. She now knows what it feels like to lay a huge egg.
At least the egg is semi-pliable. The shell over the larva is thin, and flexes. Inch by inch, the queen is moved along. The mandibles reach the air, and begin to harden further. From the drone's perspective.. well, it isn't pretty. It looks like Nicora is giving birth to serrated knives covered in slime and blood.
"No physical pain can deter you after this," Gorphat promises. "It will not be a weakness for you any longer."
Nicora interlaces her fingers with Gorphat's! She's concentrating too much on the process to try and focus on seeing the child. "Will I remain in some sort of pain, then?" she actually asks during one of the small pauses before she resumes her push and a raspy hiss because it hurts. This is probably the most stretched the Yodhgorphat has ever felt.
The head appears, and begins to harden and.. grow spiky bits. "Whether it is there or not, it will be of no consequence," Gorphat says. "No more than feeling a bit warm or cold. You will have transcended it. This is the goal of all Yodhgorphat. Of all who worship me, who accept me challenges. To overcome weakness so that it can never interfere with them again."
"Yes, Mother," Yodhgorphat Nicora agrees. Her toothless jaws grit again and she hisses in agony as another push comes. Her insides feel like a pure knot of muscle and if she could see what is coming out of her ... she would be terrified! Perhaps being blind is a blessing after all.
Enough of the queen has passed the constriction that things move easier now, as the larva naturally tapers off towards the end. There's almost a surge of relief, even though it's still only the halfway point. Now the constriction moves to the outer ring of muscles, as Nicora is getting seriously stretched again. And unlike with the quasi-fungus-demon-babies, the queen larva is entirely physical.
Nicora pauses there to just take several deep breaths and try to 'get used to' the agony of how much Inala's passage has stretched; she feels like she has exploded. Her blind eyes close, she takes a few more breaths, then she pushes again as her hand clenches onto Gorphat's tightly! "Oh Gods, ow," she thinks as mucusy tears run down her face.
The goddess's hand seems to squish a bit in Nicora's grip. The pain now is that of tearing. The labor goes one for minutes more, with little progress (and it doesn't help at all that the queen is pinching Nicora's legs with her mandibles). The drones dive in and out, unsure if they should paralyze Nicora and just chew their queen out, or wait and hope for the best. Another inch, then another. The shell keeps hardening at the very edge of exposure to air, irritating and spreading the discomfort all around Inala's Gate now.
Nicora whines. The pain is somehow even worse now and just seems to drag on. Seconds feel like minutes. She breathes, then pushes, breathes, then pushes. Slow, steady, rhythmic. IF she survives this, she is going to look like an absolute horror between her legs; this Inala's gate will belong utterly to Gorphat; Gorphat's agony.
The mid-point finally comes, and the bulkiest, widest part of the larva is through. Things seem to collapse inward though as soon as the pressure eases, making it harder to push. The drones help now, by flying down to grasp at the queen and try to drag her the rest of the way out.
Nicora gasps and stills for a few seconds. Then she redoubles and tries to find the strength and power to push the queen while the drones help pull. The regular larva were so much easier.
There's a final push.. and the queen is free.. save for an umbilical that trails out. The drones fly off with her, which yanks the pseudo-placenta that hand been connecting the larva to Nicora. Thankfully it had disconnected before being pulled out. The Eeee feels nearly numb from the hips down now.
Nicora gasps loudly, then just goes limp. Minutes pass, then she pushes her legs at least so they are flat to the bed. Then with hesitant fingers, she reaches down to feel over her vulva to try and determine how much damage she suffered. "Thank the Gods, it is over," she burbles.
Things are.. rather shapeless down there. Things are bleeding, loose, sore and even cramping. Muscles twitch and flutter as if trying to reestablish function.
So, Nicora decides to just lie there and rest for a bit until leg function returns. Then she can reqire to the slime baths to clean her up down there. As disgusting as they are, the slime worms are soothing and do clean out dangerous things. And while she lies there, she tries to focus on her children and now see this new 'Daughter' of hers. One that hopefully won't see her as a potential host.
It's hazy, since the drones are over in the next room - the one they've been converting into the new hive. The new queen is hung from the ceiling, where her tail-claspers grab on to the mucilage that's been deposited there. The drones are then busy feeding her. There isn't any rotting meat in the hive itself, or in the Temple that Nicora knows of. The drones go out to hunt and feed.
"I am so glad I am done with that," Nicora admits to the room, "It was an honor to carry her, but it is still a blessing to have her out of me ... without her eating the way out."
Nicora does feel a little ... nervous that a horrib hive will be next door, but she cannot really prevent it.
"You have earned a boon from me, if you wish," Gorphat says. "I can undo the damage if that is your desire. You have proven yourself, so no further suffering is needed."
"Or I could leave the damage in your honor," Nicora notes, "How bad is the damage? I cannot see."
"If left as it is.. you will not be able to do this again," Gorphat notes, resting a hand on Nicora belly. "You will be scarred on the inside. Your external wounds will heal unevenly, there will be scarring as well. You have honored me with the queen larva. A sacred hive will be part of the Temple again, after so many centuries. It is your choice to keep the scars as a badge of pride."
"But if I have you heal the damage, I may host again?" Nicora asks as she seeks out and places her hand on top of Gorphat's. "And I will be unscarred?"
"You will be as a virgin again," Gorphat says. "This is the reward for overcoming your challenge."
"What about the worms?" Nicora asks next.
"Do you wish to continue carrying them?" Gorphat asks. "Certain conditions will need to be maintained. I would see you be beautiful again, at least for a short time. Enough to show the faithful the rewards of challenging and overcoming their weakness. Accept a disease, overcome it.. and enjoy health in reward."
"What conditions?" Nicora asks, "Part of me does wish to comtinue to carry them. But to be able to do anything in that way again, I think I must be healed."
"The proper internal environment," Gorphat says. "The slime, basically." The hand moves, and Nicora can feel things.. changing. Reversing, almost.
"So I will continue to ooze after a fashion, and swell? I can return to the worm pood to regain the slime when I am ready," Nicora decides as she lies there, breathing and grateful to be feeling, well, better.
The tightening continues, as the ravages of worms, horribs and otherworldly creatures is erased. And it isn't only there. Even her multiple breasts feel firmer, her skin tauter. The scales (literally) fall from her eyes and warm mucilage runs out of her ears and nose and off of her skull. For the time being, all of the debilitations are being undone.
"That feels so, so, much better," Nicora says as her voice steadily improves, too. And she can see She hasn't been able to in a long time. And hear better too! It's ... so good.
Of course, there's still the being furless and bleached and having a head covered in scars instead of hair, along with the disturbing artwork tattooed onto her.. but there's still a certain beauty in the result.
Nicora takes several deep breaths. And she discovers she has her teeth again too! She's even feeling over her skin, marvelling in the lack of slimy feeling! "Thank you, Mother," she says softly as she, well, feels over her chest and actually enjoying the feel of eight teats tick under her fingers.
"Now, you would honor me by showing the world," Gorphat says, smiling. "Show them the rewards of facing my challenges. That from hardship blooms beauty."
Nicora sits up slowly on her bed and looks for Gorphat. If she can see her, why ... the Yodhgorphat is going to kiss her! Then it is a matter of getting dressed in proper robes and bandages. Won't Sil be surprised?
After the kiss, Gorphat puts a hand on Nicora's shoulder. "No need to dress," she says, almost purring. "Show them everything. Make them desire you. You who are not Yodhinala."
Nicora actually laughs softly. "You might find many prayers to have breasts like mine," she jokes as she stretches, glad to be able to move again, see again, and hear again.
Yes, even her butt feels tighter! At least it does when her tail tries to bite it.
Nicora ows! She swats at her tail, then saunters towards the door to her chambers. "I want you to be present when I ... reworm myself in the future," she requests of Gorphat. "So that this time I can do it in your honor."
"You wish me to bless the worms?" Gorphat asks, already fading away as Nicora leaves. Sil is at the far end of the hall, keeping her distance from the noisy hive room.
Nicora saunters towards Sil. "Hello, Sil," she says and even caresses her green-skinned fingers over the woman's cheek. "I have proven my worth and endurance to Mother Gorphat, and she has rewarded me."
Sil gapes. "Yodhgorphat.. you.. don't need any help?" she asks, keeping to Nicora's side. "Do you need fresh clothing?"
"Mother Gorphat wishes those at the hospital to see me well and whole. So, for the moment, no clothing," Nicora answers, "But you may walk with me if you wish."
"If your normal escorts are.. busy.." Sil says, glancing back to the horrib nest.. "I will do so." She also calls to Fon before they reach the temple entrance. Finally seeing the view outside with her own eyes.. Nicora has to feel at least a bit impressed. The 'hospital' is still only a handful of tents.. but around those is a larger operation, where volunteers (all denoted by green streaks in their hair) are helping those with less 'urgent' health problems. An even bigger crowd is around the 'soup kitchen'.. even if the soup is mostly bug stew - but protein is protein. It's also easier to spot the people who are slightly out of place: a bit too cleanly dressed to be from the Streets Below, but trying to fit in better.
Nicora actually pauses. "Wow," she says, sounding actually impressed by what she sees. Where she goes first is ... towards those who wear green streaks in their hair. "It never seemed this big or ... important before," she thinks.
It isn't long before she's noticed. One group near the food service stands at attention when Nicora approaches - and she recognizes them easily. It's the street gang that Nicky accompanied to the 'bug farm', which has since been using it to supply the food line. Slash (who no longer seems to be coughing) and Shiv, the big one that's a bit slow, have the biggest green streaks. Their leader, Foz is next, and Francis the Skreek is last (and he's looking at least a bit less emaciated). Fig, the tracker of the bunch, is not among them. "Your Gorphatness!" Fon says, than gets down on one knee. The others follow suit.
This actually makes Nicora laugh. "Please, rise. I am surprised to see you have joined my temple. Of a sort," she admits as she gestures to the streaks in their hair. "Male, but I suppose I can overlook that. I hope all of this, and myself, have taught you that enduring has rewards."
"Well.. we weren't really sick or anything," Fon admits, "Except for Slash a bit. But Gorphat gave us the bug farm, and we had to give back.. and it just sort of got bigger.." he gestures to the food line. "So.. yeah, I guess that's a reward right? Feeling.. like we make a difference? And Shiv still has the hots for you.. I mean.. uh.. he liked you before, when you were still all.. runny? Am I saying to much? I mean, you're really sexier now.. uh.." He starts stumbling over his words a bit now.
"It isn't just a feeling, you are making a difference," Nicora notes, "A big one. Where is your tracker, by the way, Fig? And well, I liked spending time with Shiv, so I do not mind his attention," she adds and even goes to ruffle Shiv's head! "And no, you are not saying too much Fon."
"You remember our names!" Foz says with a big smile. "Oh, Fig! He's out on the shut-in circuit. He can hit every spot in a day, and nobody can catch 'im.."
Shiv happily reaches out to cup one of Nicora's breasts.
Nicora actually kisses Shiv on the lips, then steps away from him to not distract him too much. "Of course I remember your names," she notes to Fon. "Why would I not?"
"And what is the shut in circuit?" Nicora asks.
"Because we're just.. urchins?" Foz claims. "Oh.. uh.. that's the people that can't come here, because.. too weak, or got stuff they can't leave or it's too dangerous. So we have to fly out food and stuff to them. Medicine too. Not sure where it comes from, but.. it's there when we seem to need it."
"No one is just anything, Foz. Every life can matter," Nicora points out, "And taking risks for those in need? That is ... the Temple of Gorphat is honored for your efforts. In time I am certain there will be rewards for it. I could give one of you breasts like me..." Her tone is at least ... amused.
"Really?" Francis asks, perking up a bit. "Oh wait.. you mean on us?"
"Of course. What were you first thinking?" Nicora asks.
"Uh... well.. dere is dis rat girl we met.." Francis starts to say, looking down at his feet.
"What about her? White with a black head, correct?" Nicora asks.
"Yesh, she was with us when we found your bug farm," Foz says. "Really.. uh.. friendly. And the nicest pair of.. uh.. I mean, yours are also very nice, Yodhgorphat! And you have more of them!"
"She go to that club in Graytown where we pick up the extra food and stuff," Slash notes. "I saw her once!"
Nicora nods slowly. "And what is it you are asking for?" she asks the strange crew.
"More girls with lots of boobies?" Francis suggests. "That would.. you know.. talk to us and stuff. Lots of nice girls here now, but.. too busy, can't just hang out.."
"And here I thought you wished me to find the rat for you," Nicora says, "But, I will see what I can do. This is not quite Gorphat's domain."
"You know where we can find Nikky?" Foz asks, perking up quite a bit. "I mean.. uh.. it's reward enough to do good works in Gorphat's name, Yodhgorphat! We don't need any special attention." Like blessings or challenges, most likely..
"She is a creature of the shadows, I can find her if I wish to do so," Nicora notes. "I will ask her to visit you if that is your request."
"We do want to make sure she's doing alright," Foz claims. "I mean.. if you know her.. then I'm sure she's part of the supply chain coming through Graytown and all."
"People like that always manage to land on their feet. Now, if there is nothing else you wish to request of me there are others I should visit, as well as the patients," Nicora says.
"Just.. thanks for giving us this chance, Yodhgorphat," Foz says, bowing down again. The others do, except for Shiv, who is just standing there in a happy daze.
"I merely opened the door. It was you who walked through. The choice was ultimately yours," Nicora says as she steps back and bows her head. "We guide, we suggest, but it is the people that must make the choice and perform the act."
"Yeah.. rise to the challenge, like Gorphat teaches," Foz says, and touches his green lock of hair. "C'mon guys, we have bugs to shell and boil still.."
"I like the hair, please keep that," Nicora says as she actually bows to the men, then steps away. Now that the odd crew are settled, she looks for others with green stripes ... or the Yodhrinala.
There's more of a crowd now, and lots of murmurs. "You said she was hunched over and coughing up blood all the time.." "She looks brand new now.. is it a miracle?" "I feel funny when I look at her." "Oh thank the Kindly Ones, those are drawings on her belly.."
"Things always look the worst before they get better," Nicora claims simply. "I endured, I was rewarded. You can see evidence of that all around you here. It started small, but has grown and its help is bringing hope to others."
There are many 'stripers' that Nicora doesn't recognize. The majority of them seem to be older people - usually with some mark showing they've survived injury or disease, including cropped ears, torn wings are distorted limbs that didn't heal properly after breaking. Foz's gang may have been the youngest ones. The Yodhrinala are near the tents, and usually only seen in glimpses as they move about, hardly noticing what's happening on the temple steps.
Nicora spends some time greeting each of those striped personally, and thanking them. She's also looking over those that might be prospects to become full Yodh ... and those that seem possible she requests to visit her another day in the temple. She does wish to at least speak with the Yodhrinala today as well.
The candidates may be older.. but it would still be nice to have more Yodh. She manages to catch one of the Yodhrinala taking a quick rest break.. it looks like Sake (or maybe Charity - the three sisters really do look alike). The Yodh blinks in surprise at Nicora's appearance. "Yodhgorphat Scourge," she says. "Uh.. you're naked."
"Is that a problem?" Nicora (Scourge) actually asks. "How are you doing, Yodhrinala. How fares the patients?"
"We've had less new ones recently," Charity notes. "The others are recovering. There haven't been any we couldn't handle, not since you started.. well.. visiting." She gestures towards Nicora's multiple breasts, the milk of which had been shown to have anti-bacterial qualities. "We've been getting some actual medicine as well, which helps deal with the more wide-spread but minor illnesses."
Nicora nods her head slightly. "That is good news," she admits, "Thank you once again for helping here. It has made a difference. Even to me. Who has been supplying the medicines?"
"We are not told," Charity notes. "But I test them first, to make sure they are not poisoned or tampered with. Some of them have clearly been produced with Life Magic, so most likely come from the Yodhsunala or else the Mages."
Nicora rubs her chin. "And both are likely as I have dealings with each group. No matter, it is good that they are helping," she says. "Is there anything you would ask of me?"
"A lot of people are living close by now," Charity notes. "Sewage may be a problem. Water and food have not been, somehow. In the past, the Yodhgorphat burned the waste. Also, the Yodhsunala have extended an invitation to you, should you wish to visit their hospices. We are often asked if we are at capacity. I suspect they want to shift more of their 'recoverable' patients our way, so they may focus on the dying."
Nicora nods again. "I shall have to answer that invitation now that I am able to travel more freely and see what they wish. It would not surprise me if they were correct. As for the sewage, I will work out a solution to that. Burning is possible, but there may be other options," she muses.
The steamiest part of the town is where the water is brought in and boiled, either for sterilizing things or cooking or being turned into drinkable water via giant stills. At one end, a pile of bug shells is being hauled away to be ground up into something useful (bandage coatings that help clot blood) while another group adds to the pile. Baskets of bugs are brought in, the meat scooped out and dropped into one of several stew vats.
"It's funny," Slash notes to his fellow gang members as they shuck bugs. "We's got like real jobs now. 'S not as bad as I figgered."
"Just wait," Foz says, waving his wooding scoop-spoon. "This is jus' the start. Endure! You see those Graytowners down here. There's something big. They want us all healthy and stuff, prolly to move up there and fill in for the folks what left."
"Ey, a job kin be fun, yannow," comes a rather skreeky sort of voice from behind the crew working on the bugs, "Mine has me on me back wit' me legs spread most of de time an it be great." The rat, good ol' Nikky, then swats Foz right on the butt.
"Oyp!" the Eeee squeaks, then turns and gapes. "Nikky! You doing alright? We missed you! That dragon didn't hurt you or nothing did it?"
"De dragon molested me! Wit it tongue! It be jus ... vell, kinna like a dram I once 'ad," Nikky admits as she stands there in all her raggedy-clothing glory. "Yah, I be fine."
Foz scoops up the rat into a hug! "Double-time it, guys!" he says, exhorting the gang to speed up their bug-shucking! "We're like heroes now, Nikky! Got green stripes! What bring you back down to us? Heard you was up in the fancy club, schmoozing rich guys into sending us food and meds?"
"Got a message from a Yodhgorphat. Dey no ones to ignore if you know what good fer ya. So here I am t' visit," Nikky cackles. "And yah, I be workin' at de club for help and such. Plus, it be fun. Dey have dis rhian dat can give a ride like no other!"
"What? No way! A Rhian?" Foz asks. "And you can ride him? I know Fnerfs let you ride them, but they's four-on-the-floor.."
Nikky waggles her eyebrows. "Not day kin' of ride. I mean ride," the rat cackles with glee. "De sausage wagon."
"I dun believe you!" Foz says. "You too little! You'd be all.. stretched and stuff!" He then reaches down under Nikky's skirt to see for himself if she's been cored out.
"I made Inala happy, so she protects me in dat way," Nikky claims, still giggling like a total loon. "So, wha abou' all of vou? All gots cute girls t' go home to, righ?"
"Just our mum," Slash claims. "Moved her out here! She sews up stuff now.."
"But de girls dat work here are nice t' talk to, righ?" Nikky asks, "Gotta be someone."
"Inala and Gorphat?" Foz asks, and lifts up the raggedy poncho that Nikky wears. "Pretty girls already have guys, us'ally," he notes, and starts kneading on the Skreek's breasts. "An those that chat us up.. half da time they just trying to get extra servings or favors, which.. uh.. we don't do y'know?"
Nikky goes ooo and cackles as she's felt up by the Eeee! "So, yer tellin' me ya haven' really tried. Tsk!" she chides. "But it be good ya not givin extra or favors for more food. Dat part ya must keep fair."
"We very fair! Can't let this operation get c'rrupted," Foz says, and guides Nikky towards a more steam-shrouded area. "Can't lose our angels yeah? That'd be bad.." he notes, before kissing along Nikky's throat.
Nikky croons and arches upward. "Oh, I be seein' what you want already, eh?" the skreek teases and runs her claws down the Eeee's arms. "I guess I gotta make sure y'all be all tension free to help prevent corruption."
"Really? That mean you come 'round more?" Foz asks, as he gets his pants off one-handed. "You do it just for us.. no charge?"
"Of course. I likes alla ya and I kin handle yas easily," Nikky claims as she helps him get his pants off. It doesn't help that she cackles the entire time, though.
"Yodhgorphat was right about rewards.." Foz says, and then he's on Nikky with a passion! It doesn't hurt that he's been eating better and has filled out a bit, seeming less like a scrawny teenager. He still likes to bite though!
Nikky just cackles like a madwoman as she goes at the Eeee with wild abandon, and all thanks to Inala he fits just right! Each time he bites she squeaks! Then she playfully bites him right back. She also tail whips him, claws, and even licks. "Battybatbat," she even coos at him!
It comes as a slight surprise when Foz rolls over to let Nikky take the drivers seat, so to speak. "I ain't got nothing new to show you," he says. "You the one with the smarts, so.. uh.. teach me?"
Nikky's head tilts, then she just cackles! The rat is ... enthusiastic with how she moves, thoroughly enjoying sex for the first time in a while. She moves slow, then fast, then off and uses her mouth ... then right back on, and one point sitting and facing away from him so he's looking at her back. Somehow she always stops movement right before the Eeee can finish. She might be trying to see if he'll beg!
"Ughhh, you is cruel, Nikky.. but don't stop!" Foz says, looking strained. "Endure! Gotta endure.." He does start bucking a bit more energetically though, with his hands firmly on the Skreek's hips.
And Nikky gets cruel! Now she doesn't stop, apparently fully intent on making the poor Eeee explode now! She throws her head back and cackles like mad, too! (Are people sure she isn't Blakat's child?)
"Oooooo!" Foz exhales, just before the desired explosion! He goes mostly limp, arms and legs-wise at least, and twitches for a bit.
"Ooo, hey, he gots to go back to shucking y'know," Francis says, the Skreek checking in through the cloud of steam.
Nikky slips off the exhausted Eeee. "Oh, I know, I t'ink he done wit me," the rat girl giggles. "I t'ink me work 'ere is done. Unless ratty want me t' bend over for 'im."
"You ain't gotta ask!" Francis says, rushing in to kiss Nikky! "I do wha'ever you want! Like your love slave, eh?"
Nikky cackles. She promptly turns around, bends over a handy crate, and flicks her tail out of the way. "Go fer it!" she encourages.
It's not quite the same as Orca. Francis is, after all, only about half the big Skreek's size. But he does make up for it in enthusiasm! You'd think he was trying to start a fire from the speed he was working at.
Nikky tries to match the speed of the skreek. It does make her wish for Orca, though; no one quite satisfied her like he did! But still, she gives right back, her blessing making him fit just fine. Her bare tail coils about his waist too! And of course the skreek cackles. It wouldn't be Nikky without the cackle!
Francis is also clearly more healthy than the first time Nikky encountered him. He doesn't completely wear out, and manages multiple attempts (if only one genuine success) before he has to slow down and catch his breath.
Nikky lets him rest for a moment, then slips off him. She then pats his cheek and kisses his forehead. "Rat still be de best," she tells him. "Nice t' see yas again, but I do suppose I need to let yahs get back to work!"
"Oh.. yeah.. work.. uh.." Francis sort of rambles. He manages to get his pants back on after a few tries, and looks like he's going to try and drag Foz back.. but just staggers off instead.
"You still gots time?" Slash asks through the steam. His shadow is there.. along with Shiv's next to him.
"BWaahahaha! I be back!" the skreek croons! The comment from slash gives her pause, and so she looks back. "Sure. Which one of yas?" Nikk inquires.
"How about both?" Slash asks, sounding a bit embarrassed.
And Nikky just grins as she drapes over a crate again. "One behind, one in front," the slutty rat instructs. "An ve haf ourselves a time."
The brothers oblige, with the mostly silent Shiv taking the front so he can nurse, and the smaller Slash taking the back.
Nikky has other plans for Shiv, though, as she's removing his pants so she can use her mouth on the quieter one. Hey, with her mouth occupied at least there will be less cackling, particularly when Slash impales the skreek!
This is new to Shiv, who just makes happy sounds and pets at Nikky.
Slash, however, is really enjoying himself. This may be his first time for this.
And Nikky just humms along as she enjoys her little Shiv treat! She doesn't forget about Slash, though, she wiggles around and otherwise keeps him occupied too! The skreek seems quite well versed in taking care of multiple partners, that's for sure.
"Be.. careful.." Slash gasps, trying to hold on. "Shiv's gotta go see the Yodhgorphat later-er-er.."
Nikky goes mprh! She'll have to return to being Nicora later, then! Still, she intends to relax Shiv all the way anyway! Surely he'll be capable later.
The brothers make the most of their time with the Skreek (Fig will just have to hope to catch her next time). Leaving Nikky feeling.. well.. warmed up, at least.
And afterward, Nikky stretches. "Ah, where was I? Oh yes! I be back!" she cackles like an absolute loon! She then wiggles her fingers, eyes narrow, and she grins, "And Tulani better look out an haf good info or else ... it be de feather!" Bwahahah! goes the skreek as she slips off into the shadows to hunt down Paradise, and her snoopy little friend.