Temple of Gorphat, Sacred Pool
A phalanx of columns frames the carved-from-rock chamber, which is eerily lit by the green glow of the rectangular bathing pool at their center. An altar to Gorphat stands at the head of the chamber, before the steps leading down into the pool. The liquid itself is thick, and churns slowly from the motions of the large slime-worms that reside within.

After a long day, a soothing bath in the worm pool is just the thing for a Yodhgorphat on the go. Especially one with itchy boils. The slime does a lot to alleviate the ringworm itch for Nicora, and the worms even begin to nibble at the sores - both to drain them and to get at the ringworms themselves, which must be a treat of sort. It's a tingly, tickly sensation.

As she drowses, Nicora imagines her body becoming huge.. or her viewpoint shrinking.. until it seems to become part of the landscape. The ringworm lesions become pools of silvery fluid, and blobby white creatures cross the rolling hills of bare bleached skin to seek them out. The Yodhmagog: limbless, boneless and bloated maggot creatures with the faces of Eeee women, walking on breasts that continually secrete ooze. And there perched on the highest hill (Nicora's belly) is Magog herself, giant and squamous, her body rippling in waves. She rubs against a tree-stump like teat, making it ooze.

Nicora finds herself on herself, standing near the swell of a breast. And like an actual hill.. there's a shrine built into the side of it, bearing the visage of Inala on it.

"What is this? Have I been drinking?" Nicora has to ask of herself as she blinks over and over, trying to see if her vision will clear from this ... oddess. She also rubs on the back of her neck, unsure of what to make of this madness. "And in all this horror, Inala too?" she has to ask herself as she stares at the shrine. Though it is probably a bad idea, she heads for that shrine.

One of the Yodhmagog notices Nicora, and starts gallumphing towards her, making the fleshy ground vibrate. But the Yodhgorphat is able to make it to the supposed safety of the shrine. There's a goblet on the altar, filled with wine.

Nicora looks back at the Yodhmagog. "Do you want something?" she calls towards it. Does that horrible creature plan on eating her too?

The maggot-woman stops at the entrance of the shrine, then does a little squelchy dance before turning around and wiggling her rear end at Nicora.

Nicora leaves the shelter of the shrine ... hesitantly. If there is any move that could be dangerous, she will make a run for it back into the shrine.

The Yodhmagog dances a bit further away, as if trying to lead Nicora from the shrine.

Some other out of place vibrations alert the Yodhgorphat that something isn't right.. and a glance over her shoulder shows that there are several of the Yodhmagog atop the breast-hill, all barrelling down the slope towards her now.

Nicora darts back into the shelter of the shrine! "What do you want?!" she calls out at the mutant women.

The whole bevy of them are outside the shrine now, making popping and pthbbting noises and wagging their tongues as if trying to lick an invisible barrier.

Nicora just ... stares at them. "What, what?!" she asks of them again. "Do you think I'm some sort of meal? I'm not!"

Two of them pin a third between them, and flip her up enough so that when they squeeze her, she squirts breast-foot-slime towards Nicora. This does get through the invisible barrier, landing near her feet.

Nicora ewws and pokes the slime with one of her toes. She has two not so good choices. Go out there with them, or drink the wine ... and then Inala might do something horrible!

The slime sticks, and leaves a long streamer when the toe is pulled back. It isn't gluey though.. that would imply the Yodhmagog could use it to climb up walls and over ceilings..

Nicora twitches and wipes her toe on the floor to get the goo off. She turns and looks at the goblet of wine now and bites her lip. She picks it up slowly ... then takes a sip even more slowly! She has learned well; she trusts no one.

Meditation Chamber of Inala
Stonework of white marble with blue veins forms truly majestic architecture, and intricately formed patterns, but the serious nature of the structure is perhaps compromised by the preponderance of female (and less often male) Eeee figures depicted on columns, in wall reliefs, as grotesques and wall sconces, and as statues in alcoves, engaged in every hedonistic act imaginable, sometimes in almost comical attempts to engage in as many vices as possible simultaneously. While most of the temple has an airy, open structure to it, and the ceilings are invariably high and the spaces wide, this particular chamber is sealed off, without any windows, with braziers giving off heat and light, and chutes channeling off the fragrant smoke. Cushions are piled about, potted plants are suspended from ceiling hangers and on pedestals in corners, and a fountain dominates the heart of the chamber.

Nicora's swollen stomach and waddling gait vanish. Snowcora stands unburdened on her long, ivory legs. Some of the statues begin to change as well, turning into familiar figures - although not really changing their activities. There is a large Skreek that could be Orca or Otto. An Eeee with engraved designs on his marble skin: Mordecai. Feline Hortense, Lapi buck Jacoba (or possibly Fluffer), even severe looking Cyprian, the only one not engaged in some debauchery. Even more bizarre are the other variations of Snowcora - Nicorina, Nicora, Pierce, Taahira and the various others, including the odd male-looking female form. The Sabaoth Seven are there as well - and Inala herself, whose statue seems to wink at Snowcora.

"Wow, I really feel like I have been drinking something," Snowcora remarks as she rubs her neck, peering about at this new and safer looking place. Safe, though, is relative. There is nothing really 'safe' about a Goddess realm. The human paces about the room slowly, passing near the statues but not quite touching them yet. As she gets a full look at all of the people she has dealt with or been, she has to sigh. "I am a really strange person," she admits to herself. She stops right in front of perhaps the oddest one of them all, the male-looking female and taps it on the chest, "And you seem to epitomize that in many respects."

The statue is warm to the touch, and moves slightly. "Did you wish to become that.. or have that make love to you?" the voice of Inala whispers in Snowcora's ear.

Snowcora twitches and rubs her neck. It's a form she isn't comfortable with yet, and one she has to use right now. Particularly if she is to go visit the Yodhrepath soon. So, in spite of the oddness of it, she says, "Become it."

And Snowcora becomes.. not-quite-Alptraum. She's also then hugged from behind, with slender white arms embracing her flat chest. "This could be fun," Inala notes.

And Alptraum goes 'Eeeeeeeee' when it, she, it's confusing! is hugged from behind. "This form is a necessity right now due to my, ah, condition, she claims. "But it feels so weird," she admits.

"Your condition," Inala says, sounding sad. "Gorphat is trying to steal birth from me, by creating her own version. Such jealousy! But.. she is green.." The hands move down the hybrid's belly and then go straight for the object of confusion, giving it a caress.

"She wants her horrib creatures and her daughters are to breed them. It is not a pleasant experience at all," Alptraum starts to explain, then has to go up on her toes as odd things are caressed and generate odd reactions; namely a lot of plumping up and distending from the body. It doesn't feel anything remotely close to what Alptraum would normally feel. "So, I'm stuck as a girl, but I have to look like a guy and ... this is a result. Mave said you had some special daughters that were bred to look like this."

"Yes, although 'bred' is not quite the case," Inala notes. "They required special hormones and magic while in the womb to create the effect. They could not breed."

"What were they for, then?" Alptraum has to ask as she looks down at her own very /odd/looking/ fleshy appendage.

"It is all they knew," Inala says, and keeps caressing. "They certainly enjoyed the feeling..."

"I don't even know how it works," Alptraum admits in a hissing voice as his jaws are a bit clenched and she's twitching here and there and .. all over.. "The desire to have something inside me is still there," she admits, "But I'm not sure it's even possible with ... this."

"Let me show you.." Inala says, and pulls Alptraum down onto the cushions. She's soon straddling her hips, with the faux-penis inside her. It is.. intense. Considering how intense it is with Inala with actual male anatomy, it seems ten times that now.

"Oh holy good Goddess," Alptraum squeaks, rather high pitched and for the moment, sounding a bit female again. Poor cushions soon meet Eeee claws as she has to grab something hard and squeeze! It's like every bit of hair on her body is now twitching, too! "Ooookay, so there are some advantages to this really weird form. At least with something like this." She cannot help herself, those hips buck.

It's all a bit of a glow after that. But even females have a refractory period - mainly once they've reached the point of overstimulation. It hits fast with Inala, whose ability to make men achieve unlimited virility doesn't seem to be in affect here. "These Yodh were given to female pilgrims who craved absolute sexual dominance - to make their lovers work themselves to literal exhaustion."

"Or.. clitoral exhaustion," the goddess puns, and laughs. At least her laugh attractive and sexy, and not like a certain Skreek's cackle.

"Herbble-gibble-berp," Alptraum says so intelligently from her position beneath Inala and so over-stimulated at the moment, making her just twitch like mad. "S...so this form was for the ultimate submissives?" she squeaks out.

"Well, for the illusion of bringing a man to his sexual knees, essentially," Inala explains. "It was a popular fantasy."

"I don't think I could get on my knees right now," Alptraum whimpers. He's still twitching all over.

"Not all women can have the prowess of a Yodhinala, after all," Inala says with a smirk. "This gives them a taste of what it could be though. It would have been wonderful for recruitment, if we did that."

"You may have to, if you are to continue at all. There aren't many left. Things have to change," Alptraum notes as she tries to not move so that the over-stimulation eases up sone. "That rat body ... Nikky ... she would have joined if she could. That form has insatiable urges."

"She does not meet my requirements, despite being an admirable disciple," Inala notes. "Yodhinala must be in my image. Of my chosen bloodline. There are those that are still viable.. and they may return to me, should the opportunity arise. There may be no need for my daughters in the coming age, however."

Alptraum looks hurt that Nikky does not qualify. "True, there may not. I do not know exactly what will happen yet. My focus is on dealing with the General," she admits.

"A small thing, for such a large pivot," Inala says, leaning forward to caress Alptraum's cheek. "But small things can become big things. A sperm, an egg.. as small as you can get. But together.. look out! They can become anything."

"Even horrible things such as me," Alptraum counters, her head tilting slightly at the touch. "I may have no place in the world afterward, either."

"The survivor of your meeting will determine the next age of Babel," Inala says. "It can be reborn from death, or from life. You will always have a place in the world, Alptraum - you just may not see it right away."

"The world as a whole may not accept someone such as me. I am ... in many ways the monster of legend; a shifting thing," Alptraum points out and even manages a small shrug. "So even if I survive, it doesn't mean I will be welcome."

"You have lived your entire life not feeling welcome, Alptraum," Inala says. "It has colored your expectations. But in this case, you do not need to be welcome, because you already have people who love you. You have Rosalind, and Snow and even Phlagaea waiting for you. Your future is with them. What matters the opinions of the rest of the world, compared to theirs?"

"All depends on if the world decides it wants to eliminate monsters," Alptraum points out. "But, time will tell, I am just being realistic about how people see those like me."

"Right now, they see you as a savior," Inala points out and grins. "Look at me and my Sisters. Are we not monsters?"

Alptraum says, "You don't shape shift into anything, and birth horrible creatures from between your legs," Alptraum points out, grinning, "And worse, have learned to enjoy it. You just get others to do that for you...""

"You've seen me take on other shapes," Inala says, and taps Alptraum on the chest, which causes 'her' breasts to suddenly grow to normal female proportions. A second tap and they deflate. "I'm a goddess. I can be anything I choose... within my bounds, of course. That's the difference between gods and monsters. Monsters have more free will."

"And look what I do with it," Alptraum points out and gestures to all the statues around the room, "Most of these are me in different bodies. Or, someone I engage in a lot of questionable acts with. But, I am not here to argue about it, I do not know what will happen ... only that the time is approaching."

"You are growing," Inala says. "You have some ways to go, but this is all part of it. Stretching your muscles. Testing yourself. Preparing for what we will give you when the time is right."

"And how better to understand people.. than to become them?" the goddess notes, turning her head slightly.

"Lessons are good," Inala comments. "Sharing them is better. What have you learned?"

"That I really like being female at times. Guys are stronger and more aggressive, but ... physical pleasures are so much better as a female," Alptraum admits, and even in the dark skin and fur, his ears seem flushed red.

"Pleasure is my gift, in exchange for bringing forth children," Inala claims. "Gorphat will pervert that.. but it is not a true birth, so I cannot challenge her on that account." She moves her hips, and the world melts again for a moment. "But this.. this is mine. No matter what becomes of me.. this will remain, and so I will live on."

"Y....yeah, and that part I don't mind, at all. Nikky will revel in it in your honor," Alptraum whimpers once the rush passes, but still leaves her seeing stars. "I do hope if I survive this, I'll still be able to change shape. It's ... fun. It's a pleasure all its own and it keeps things interesting. Even everything Gorphat puts me through, as horrible as it can be, has moments of interest. I just hope I won't regret saying that when the time comes for my oven to pop and let our the five monsters growing inside me."

"For now, just think of me," Inala says, and drives Alptraum to exhaustion again.. well.. maybe a little past it. It's enough to make her black out for a bit. But not for long, as she is being roused by.. nuzzles?

The cry Alptraum makes when Inala drives her beyond exhaustion may be the stuff of legends! Pity no one else heard it. Or did they? Nuzzles? What? Alptraum struggles to open her eyes slowly as feeling and movement return to her jelly-like limbs. "No more Inala, please..."

"Pthbbbt?" is the reply, along with several sticky tongues. It's then that Alptraum realizes her limbs are pinned down by.. breasts. Lots of them. And the undulating walls of pale, translucent flesh are closing in..

The next cry that comes from Alptraum is also one of legend! Only this sort of legend is the kind that is born of the most horrible thing possible. Not only is she gestating larvae, others wish to partake of her! It's in these moments of horror that true knowledge comes to her, the knowledge of, "WHY IN DAGH'S NAME DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF?!?!" And on that thought; squishy, squelchy, fate descends.