A night of rest has done wonders for Nicora. Her aches and sprains from being hung from the ceiling seem to have settled, and only one breast feels full. The three Hoshim 'babies' have been suckling constantly, and have put on some mass as a result. They also seem to glow brighter in the spots that actually glow. There's no way to tell how things are healing up under the corset-girdle-bandage visually, however - but there isn't any itching at least.
The first thing Nicora does is try to move one of the 'children' to the breast feeling rather full right now. "You just do not stop," she remarks to the creatures. "Even if I am sleeping you just keep on at it.
There is a bit of squealing and squirming. Trying to dislodge one of the beasties causes it to bite down a bit, and they've all gotten noticeably larger. At least, as a side effect, Nicora isn't quite so cowlike now.. for the most part. "Is everything alright High Priestess?" Otto asks, peeking in from the corridor.
"Everything is fine, Otto. I feel much better today," Nicora says, "I shall have to check on those next door shortly."
"Do you need help standing up or walking?" the rat asks. "Should I get Sil to give you a bath?"
"No, I think I can walk fine. And no, I was bathed last night. I feel fine for the most part. It is bad ... form for a Yodhgorphat to be too clean, after all," Nicora claims as she continues to try to get the beastie to move to her other breast. The bugger can sure bite. Ow.
"Try stroking them," Otto suggests.
Lacking other obvious options, Nicora tries petting one of them.
That one does eventually let go. And poop. Apparently it can't do both at once.
Nicora makes a face. "You can clean that up," she instructs Otto as she finally moves the creature to her swollen and uncomfortable breast.
A few minutes later, Otto has done his magic with a rag and water bucket. Most of the mess was on the 'corset' so at least it wasn't sticking to anything personal. Nicora still need a little help standing up (due to the girdle immobilizing her lower back), and Otto hovers behind her just in case.
Nicora is thankful the creatures do hang on well, even if they are a bit heavy. She's used to being top heavy by mow. "Thank you," the Yodhgorphat says as she takes it slow and walks out of her room and to the hive just next door. "The nursing does feel nice," she thinks. Small pleasures help.
The 'new' Queen is reclining in her throne, and now that her legs are more Eeee-like that's a more apt description (although she still has a lot of rear-end baggage, which is accommodated by a large hole chewed through the back of the throne). The 'alpha drone' that she is suckling looks bigger and glows more brightly than the ones on Nicora. "Chick-a-chick," she greets Nicora. There's some freshly chewed resin at the base of one of the alcoves, a sign that Penance is still being cocooned at night and released in the morning.
"Good morning, daughter" Nicora tells the queen. "They are doing fine," she adds and gestures to her chest as she approaches so that the queen may 'inspect' them if she wishes to. "And soon the acolyte will bear more; are you ready to lay again?"
"Cha-cha," the Queen replies, reaching out to stroke the babies clinging to Nicora. "Chicka." Her own symbiotic abdomen glows and flexes, which may mean it's still 'settling in'. It may yet be a few more days - at least, at the rate the Alpha is growing.
"Do you expect me to continue feeding them?" Nicora inquires, head tilting a bit. "I may have times I need to act in Gorphat's name and will be unable to nurse for a few hours."
"Chaa-aaa, du-DA," the Queen clacks, and makes a very Eeee-like hand gesture of 'come closer' or 'bring it to me'.
Nicora approaches closer to the queen as bidden ... in spite of it being a terrifying monster capable of killing her!
The newly 'soft' fingers pluck each young Hoshim in turn, transplanting them to one of the Queen's available breasts, until Nicora's chest is clear. "Dum-chicka, dud-a-chack," she tells Nicora.
"Come back later?" Nicora inquires a bit hesitantly. She is unsure if she is expected to continue to feed or not.
"Chak," the Queen says, and seems to nod.
Nicora bows slightly, then backs her way out of the room. She feels lighter now than she has in a while! "Right, so, I need to ... hm," she says as she rubs her chin outside of the queen's chamber. She seems to decide something; so she goes and fetches a good-sized glass jar with a lid. After that ... she's off to the worm pool.
Since he hasn't been dismissed, Otto is still following Nicora, bucket in hand just in case.
Nicora opens the jar and sets it by the pool. Undeterred by the smell, she grabs one of the stirring rods and stirs the pool about. "You can tend to other duties if you need to," she tells Otto as she works. Every now and then she lifts the rod, seeing if she can catch a large worm on it. If she manages to to, well, it'll go in the jar!
"Yes, High Priestess.." Otto says, but then asks, "What are the worms for?"
"Cleanup and other necessary duties," Nicora explains. "My insides require some cleaning and they work reasonably well for that. The other; something Gorphat tasked me with."
"Ahh.. it's just for your cleaning though, yes?" Otto asks. "The staff isn't required to use this method?"
"Correct; it is for my cleaning," Nicora agrees, "I would not expect you to deal with the things I do."
"O' course," Otto says. "If anyone asks, you gonna be here awhile?"
"I will be heading back to my chambers after i am done here. If the door is locked, I am busy. Rest assured if you knock and state the message I will be available as soon as I can," Nicora offers.
Otto nods, then bows and leaves, taking the bucket with him. There are a few big worms willing to be scooped up with the paddle, and soon the jar has a half-dozen of them.
Nicora sets the rod down ... and then does something that even disturbs her a bit. She actually uses a couple fingers to feel up inside herself to see if the horrib left her plugged up or not. "You are not sane," she thinks to herself.
There wasn't any plug during the 'birth' - and certainly not as the symbiote made its way out. So Nicora is 'clear' in that sense, at least, if still a bit tender.
Things being clear, Nicora tries to grab one of the large worms in the jar with her left hand. If successful, well, she has to part puffy and swollen flesh so that she can hold the worm up and 'offer' it a warm and snug place to squirm its way into. Gross as it is; they do clean things out well and it does help sooth her 'blessings'.
Once in.. it takes some extra prodding to get past the cervix, which feels sore - the gate hinges need oiling, figuratively. The second one is a bit easier, thanks to the presence of the first one loosening things a bit more.
Nicora feeds three of the worms into her body, sighing softly as their ooze helps with the tenderness of her insides ... and their movement restores a bit of the squirming she had grown used to. The other three; those are sealed up in the jar. "I need you later, for the doe. She'll need the ... lubrication," she mutters to the jar. Apparently she is still planning to honor Gorphat's request for the timid bunny.
The squirming does put a little pressure on the teat-wounds. And there's some.. not quite pain, but tingling when the worms nibble away at the internal scar tissue. Not enough to be distracting, but still noticeable.
Nicora picks up the jaw and heads out of the rancid-smelling room. Back to her chambers she goes.
There might have been a bit of tidying up while Nicora was out. At least the smell of bug-poop is gone.
Nicora closes the door behind herself and locks the door. She sets the jar down next to her bed, then sits on the edge of it. She debates if she should try shifting or not to the doe. Part of her wants to try before she gets too scared to actually go through with it. Unsure if it'll even work right now, Nicora relaxes and 'lets the shadow engulf her'. She tries to not completely disappear in it, but focus on the feel and if anything feels off while slowly shifting to a doe stop it and revert back.
The biggest hurdle is the girdle. Lapi are shorter and certainly wider-hipped than Eeee (but then the only creatures that are narrower hipped are Naga and Kavi and probably Akwavi). This causes the 'bandage' to be forced up a bit farther on the torso. With only one pair of breasts to worry about though, there's some wiggle room even though it's still tight, requiring a fairly lean bunny in order to fit.
Taahira lets out a slight breath as the shadow falls away; leaving the doe in its wake and with somewhat shallow breathing. "Oh Gods, am I really going to do this?" the doe chitters and wrings her hands. "I'll be cursed, bound, and marked." She gets up from her bed and paces back and forth, her ears splayed a bit to the side.
With a bit of effort (and some boob-squishing and extreme breath holding) Taahira is able to get the hard girdle off over her head. The oversized skedat that spends most of its time acting like furniture comes to alive to grab the resin shell and starts to eat it.
Taahira squeaks and jumps backwards away from the hungry chair. She has her hand to her chest as she pants, trying to calm down. The bunny flight fear almost grabbed her. She takes several deep breaths and now looks to the jaw on her bed. The poor doe winces and goes "Ewwwwwwwwww." And yet, she does over and slowly unscrews the jar.
At least the nibbling tickles are gone, since there's no scar tissue. Taahira gave birth to grubs, which was a lot easier on her than the birthings Nicora went through (but then, Lapis generally have easier births anyway).
Scrunching up her nose, Taahira reaches into the jar and extracts one of the worms. Looking positively ill, she reaches down with her other hand and tries to ... feed the worm into this body. She's twitching all over too, but even she knows she will need the ... lubrication.
It's not the same as with Nicora. There's fur to deal with, and no way to avoid getting the slime in it. The Lapi form is also.. well.. tighter. Without the various curses and blessings, there's no reason for her to be loose like Nicora or constantly ready.
Taahira's expression is stressed and pained, yet she keeps trying; she uses two fingers to try and spread things open enough so that the creature can enter. "Just ... get in there before I panic, okay?" she thinks.
There are definitely muscle-flashbacks of the larvae, and the real challenge is to not crush the worm. It also doesn't go all the way - the non-stretched out womb is already full.
Taahira looks ill as she squirms the thing around to try and 'excite' things as well as make it slicker to 'help' with what is to come. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," she things, feeling grossed out by the whole process. When she cannot take it any more she pulls the creature out and drops it back into the jar. The poor doe then grabs a nearby cloth and wipes her hands off furiously!
"You do not seem well prepared," Hosheb says from the shadows. "Or relaxed." Even the sound of his odd voice causes a bit of adrenaline to pump in the Lapi.
Taahira goes up on her toes and squeaks! "N...no, perhaps not, but I was promised to Gorphat," the doe chitters in a nervous panic. "And you are to claim me as Hers."
Hosheb's segmented (and stinger-tipped) tail coils around the Lapi's midsection before pulling her back against him.. causing a bit more panic in the body. "You will be my prey?" the demon hisses. It isn't hard to hiss into Taahira's ears, after all.
"Y....yes," the doe whispers then swallows rapidly as she feels his monstrous body against hers. "The door is secured; I cannot escape, no matter how much I want to right now," she says in that soft, squeaking, whisper. She cannot help herself and looks down at the tail coiled about her and the nasty-looking stinger on its tip.
A pair of lesser arms wrap around next, and pinch Taahira's nipples. "Your heart races," the demon says, sounding.. different. Hosheb is usually rather.. unemotional. Now that he smells fear though he's definitely getting worked up. And aroused. "Your blood is hot," he says suggestively.
"I'm in the arms of a demon that could kill me with a wave of ... anything," Taahira squeaks, louder this time from the painful pinching. She also goes up on her toes. She can actually hear her own blood race in her ears as well. "How does doing this make me belong to Gorphat?" she asks in a wavering voice. "You are to make me sick?"
"Am I?" Hosheb asks. Taahira is lifted and pushed down onto the bed then, with both sets of Hosheb's arms holding her down - his primaries grabbing her wrists and his secondaries her legs. "I want to taste you," the demon claims with a growl, and spreads open all the parts of his insect-Eeee hybrid mouth just inches from the doe's face.
Taahira's eyes go wide and her head jerks back, trying to get away from that horrible face! "Why did I agree to this...?" the doe thinks in panic. She's also squirming by now. Well, that's putting it mildly; she's thrashing.
The thrashing really seems to stimulate Hosheb. With the doe's head turned away, he goes for that side of her neck, biting down like a vampire. He certainly isn't going to simply paralyze the struggling rabbit. He instead uses his arms to spread out out, and plunges deep into her - crushing the worms in the process, which at least does keep it from being too painful.
But not painful enough, given how the creature is built down there; plates and rough spines! The penetration hurts and she cries out as muscles go into painful spasms around the impassive and inflexible part. Toes, fingers, and ears splay as her jaw clamps down in pain from both her neck and lower. It burns.
"Stop, stop, stop," the doe pleads now, panic over-riding her 'promise' to be Gorphat's doe. Her hips buck too, trying to pull off the creature.
Hosheb isn't talking anymore. The more the doe struggles, the rougher and more excited he becomes until he's pummeling her down below and biting her neck, shoulders and throat (and drawing blood more often than not). It's even worse than being with Vorgulremik, who at least didn't go into a bloodlust frenzy! The smell of adrenaline-laced blood isn't helping with Taahira's thought processes at all either.
Taahira is fully into fight or flight mode; she wants to get away from this monster! Not likely, though, as the demon is far stronger than the doe is! All it does is cause her ankles and wrists to rub painfully as she struggles. "Stop! Please!" the doe cries out. She burns from the pummeling; does are built for birthing and sex; but this still hurts as the creature forces itself on her, bits tugging and scratching like mad within her.
The rutting fervor has one upside, if any: it doesn't last long. Hosheb goes from wild to sedate after just a few minutes. He even releases the doe's limbs.. so he can use his hands elsewhere. His primary interest seems to be licking (or sucking) the blood from Taahira's fur.
Taahira isn't even sure if the creature released into her; she was too busy struggling. When it stops, she goes limp, perhaps to see if 'playing dead' will encourage the creature to get off her (and out of her; she can still feel her body clenching around that horrible part). Granted she's still breathing so 'being dead' is probably not very effective.
Playing dead apparently doesn't work well with horribs, who are used to having completely paralyzed victims. After a bit more massaging and 'grooming', Hosheb's horrific mouth wraps itself around Taahira's left breath, and starts to suckle rather forcefully.
This causes Taahira's back to arch as she cries out! Her arms come up and push against the demon in a futile gesture to try and push the demon off her. "Gods, he's going to keep rutting after he nurses," she thinks in horror.
All that the struggling accomplishes is that Taahira hurts her hands against the monster's carapace. After several minutes of painful nursing.. the doe can feel something begin to flow. So of course Hosheb switches to the other breast, leaving the now leaking one unattended.
Taahira gasps and tries to look down at that breast. This isn't some Inala ritual; she shouldn't be leaking from there now!
It's definitely leaking, without the aid of suckling - unlike either the Inala or Gorphat versions. On the plus side, this means she won't need to be milked. On the other - wearing a shirt is out of the question if this is going to be happening all the time.
"Gorphat, am I to be leaking all the time?" Taahira wonders in shock and horror. At least it doesn't look like green milk. The doe's squirming resumes as she tries to pull her breast from from Hosheb's jaws.
The 'expansive' mouth of Hosheb engulfs the entire breast, and nothing the doe tries is able to dislodge him before that breast is in the same condition as the first. Only then does the demon pull back to loom over the doe.
Taahira shrinks down beneath the beast, ears and lips quivering in terror. "I'm sorry," she squeaks ... for what, who knows? Maybe it seems like the right thing to say.
Hosheb grunts, and pulls out completely. The feeling of relief is short, however, before the desire begins. It's worse than with Nicora, which seemed to simply have a physical component. This one seems to affect her entire body.
"Ugh!" Taahira whines and shivers! In spite of herself, she pleads, "Put it back, put it back!" She's squirming like mad and clutching between her legs as if trying to stop the need; or stop things from swelling.
The monster obliges, and it is the best thing ever. This affliction doesn't just come with the unending arousal, it also comes paroxysmal orgasms. But since it's Gorphat and not Inala, it's less about pleasure and more about making the doe willing to do anything for that feeling of release.
"Thank you!" the doe hisses and shivers. It still hurts when he enters her, but it is so much better than the overwhelming need she felt. She would have bent over for anyone if asked, presenting herself to be taken again and again; a complete slave to her body's demanding desire. This time the doe is pushing back and taking him as much as she can from her position, eyes closed and face scrunched up in determined need.
"Do anything," she burbles through clenched teeth, "Just satisfy this, ease this. Please."
Hosheb does his best. There's no telling what damage there might be from such prolonged contact with a monster phallus, but while it's happening it doesn't matter at all. Still, the demon has a time limit on corporeality. He begins to fade away while still inside of Taahira.
And the doe is going at him the entire time! When he starts to fade, the doe whines, pleading "No, no, no, don't go!" She grasps and claws at him; fearing that once he leaves that urge will return in full force.
It fades slightly, but there's a knock at the door. "Everything alright?" Otto asks from the other side. He must have heard the 'don't go' plea.. but not the earlier 'stop stop stop' ones.
"Everything is fine!" Taahira calls out in an attempt to imitate Nicora's voice. She also grabs something nearby, the bottle remaining of the three worms. She tries to open it, caring not that the contents are gross and slimy; she needs release.
The worms.. balk. This may have something to do with the crushed remains of their brethren still keeping things slick inside the doe. "You prefer them to the rat?" Gorphat whispers in her ear, and reaches around to give her breasts as squeeze (that actually causes a squirt).
"I cannot explain why I would be in here," Taahira whispers as she tries to push a worm inside her body anyway. "This urge is ... Gorphat, I will do anything to ease it," she whimpers softly as the Goddess squeezes things. "I didn't know it would be this bad."
"Ah, but you do not know the full extent of it," Gorphat coos. "You are producing a powerful pheromone. The rat won't be able to think clearly enough to question anything. And once with you, he will suffer a form of priapism. Your desire is feral, so too will be his. And soon enough, the scent will make it through the door anyway. The only way to stop it.. is to give in to it."
"But he does not deserve to suffer like that," Taahira whines, "He is faithful."
"I doubt he will see it as suffering," Gorphat says, and licks the long inner length of Taahira's ear. "It will be a challenge. It is also a challenge for you.. You can quell it."
"I haven't turned green yet either," Taahira whimpers as she does put the worm away and get up on wobbly legs. She staggers to the door, trying to fight everything her body is feeling; overwhelming her mind. The throws the lock and then throws the door open. Without a word, the doe backs up and unable to control herself, turns around, drops to her hands and knees, and wiggles her heart-shaped bottom at the rat. What little she has of a lucid mind cannot believe she is presenting herself like nothing more than some sort of brood-doe.
"Uh.. High.. uh.." Otto stammers. There's a clatter as he drops whatever he was carrying, and then he's on the doe. A few moments after that, his mind clears enough for him take his pants off before starting over. And while sometimes-easily handled by Nicora and Nikky, Otto is a challenge for Taahira. The man moans in frustration before finally getting inside. It's a very tight fit, and slows the action down at first. But not for long.
It hurts taking the rat, but the pain helps push away the insistent urge from her body. It actually causes her to sigh out, bow her head, and steady herself with her arms. The doe then uses her strong legs to rock backward, pushing against the rat as he pushes into her. "Good boy, yes, good," the doe burbles, "Don't stop."
"It will only take three," Gorphat notes, apparently invisible to Otto (or else the Skreek is oblivious at the moment). "Three men, and you can rest."
"Three? But ... why three? And for how long?" Taahira thinks.
It may be that Otto can't stop, due to the other effect of the curse. Once he gets a good grip and finds the right angle though, things move a bit easier and more vigorously.
Gorphat doesn't answer the doe's thoughts. As for the 'how long' part.. the only likely answer is 'until the poor man can't go any longer'. And as good as it feels to have things going on down below, it doesn't help with the milk issue. At least not until Otto leans over further, grabs onto the breasts and starts milking, like he would for Nicora (and that could be entirely due to the position).
This of course causes the doe to sigh out and shiver. No more talking, or really, thinking. Her brain is completely taken over by baser instinct and that for a doe is breed. The doe pushes back and takes him like a woman possessed!
It isn't clear when Otto releases, since nothing much changes.. but it might be when he flipped Taahira onto her back. Now the rutting could include suckling as well. And as long as this was going on, supposedly, she wasn't putting out the 'come and get me' scent - because it was being applied directly to Otto's skin, as it were. He did actually kiss her though for a few minutes, so his mind couldn't have been rendered completely feral.
The doe, though; she's pretty feral. Everything she does is to encourage him to keep taking her over and over. Her body needs this, and it will have it. Still, she will follow some leads, meaning she kisses back, gropes, and fondles him to keep him just as excited.
There certainly aren't any words exchanged. And Otto isn't making any attempt to pace himself as he did with Nikky in an attempt to draw it out - he just goes full steam.. until he's out of steam. This doesn't mean he's not capable, as he's still suffering from the curse's effects, only that he's exhausted himself. The Skreek can keep filling the doe, and nursing, but his hips have gone limp.
Taahira blinks slowly, finding this whole experience is just horrible. In a fit of thought, she tries to extract him from her and ease him to the side. The somewhat aware part of herself doesn't want to kill him.
The Skreek is fairly malleable (with the one primary exception) at that point, and rolls off and out of the doe and onto his back. Of course, there's nothing stopping Taahira from continuing if she wanted to take advantage. But for the moment, she's in a semi-satisfied haze at least.
Taahria crosses her legs under herself and sits there trying to just breathe. "I am not an animal," she thinks over and over.
After a few minutes.. trying to stay calm fails. Her heart is pumping, her muscles are twitching.. and supposedly, any male that wanders by is going to find out just how much of an animal he is.
And there aren't any other males here, save Spider! Whining, the doe goes back to the prone rat and mounts him; then resumes riding him. It's embarrassing and shameful, but what else can she do? Nicora agreed to hand the doe over; and Gorphat is in a particularly cruel frame of mind it seems.
Otto moans, but the activity does prevent attracting the mutant.. for now. Gorphat said it would take three mates to settle her down.
The doe sighs to herself and gets up. She actually leaves the room and starts hunting for the Eeee. Even knowing what it might do to him, she must have respite!
It isn't hard to find Spider. The man is next door in the Horrib Lair, apparently waiting for Penance. He does this by clinging to the ceiling, with his limbs spread out. He's watching the Queen instead of the doorway.. but once he gets a whiff of Taahira, his head drops down to look at her upside-down.
No words are spoken. The doe turns, bends over, and presents herself rather lewdly. This of course comes with a shimmy of the heart-shaped backside.
One monstrously large hand reaches under Taahira's belly, and carries her up to the ceiling! It's a decidedly unique position, as she finds her back pressed up against the ceiling (she can even see where the resin strands that suspended her were anchored) as Spider pushes up into her. His pushing up against her is the only thing keeping her from falling, as his limbs have gone back to keep him suspended.
The doe wraps her arms and legs about the strange Eeee. Part of her feels bad for doing this to him, but the other part does not. She is not in control of herself right now. It's like a vampiric hunger, only orders of magnitude worse. She needs it, and she will have it. Just like with Otto, she is quite ... energetic about it all!
Spider is quiet, but then conversation was never his strong suit. He makes up for it by never staying in one position. Once Taahira is clinging to him, he begins moving. The doe is dangled upside down, sideways and in positions that are only possible with the use of extra limbs and an aversion to gravity. And once Spider finds a good bit of leverage, he hammers away wildly for a about a minute.. then tries some other strange position.
And Taahira ... if she is aware of it completely ... it is hard to tell. Her focus is being filled; finding release. That is her world, that is her need. Gorphat, in challenge to Inala, has mad her a bunny of utter and complete lust.
There is one thing that seems to buzz about Taahira's senses. Someone talking? There are glimpses as Spider swings her around: Penance. The Eeee is still just in the doorway, her expression one of surprise.
"Hopefully the hormones will also blur her mind too," Taahira thinks in that moment. The thoughts are fleeting, though. She needs release; she needs to be able to think. She cannot possibly shift while lost in lust.
Penance stops trying to talk and leaves eventually. But Spider is starting to slow down.. and one sign of that is that he's got her on her back on the ground now, taking her like a normal Eeee would.
This doesn't deter the bunny. She still needs it, she still wants it, and she is going to get it! She clings to thee mutant like glue.
Spider is definitely showing some signs of distress, such as his wing-limbs flopping around a bit. Penance returns, peeking through the doorway. And this time she has some backup: the Eyes of Gorphat gang: Foz, Slash and Francis the Skreek. They're also peeking in but keeping their distance so far.
The doe finally relents on the mutant and draws off him. Her gaze turns to the Eyes gang. When a doe smiles it is usually cute. When she smiles it is ... worrying. She even makes a 'come hither' curl of her finger.
"Maybe you should come out of there," Foz calls. "It's dangerous. Horribs and all. Just come out slowly and nothing bad will happen.."
The bunny runs for the speaking Eeee, Foz and tries to jump on him!
"Ah!" Foz manages to say before the bunny comes down on him. There's a brief struggle in the hall while the Eeee tries to pin down the Lapi.. and by then it's too late. The tunic is off and Foz is deep into the doe, his face buried between her breasts.
"Hey.. Foz?" Slash asks, looking a bit woozy himself. Penance just stares for a moment, then goes to check on Spider.
And the doe is riding him like there is no tomorrow! It doesn't even matter that anyone else is there; the doe has what she wanted, a guy inside her! She needed it, and she was going to have it. It's a bit disturbing, really.
"Hey?" Slash says, prodding Foz. "You alright? Uh.. is she that good?" Some of the hormone-manipulating pheromones must have hit Slash, because he trying to roll the pair over so that Taahira is on top. This doesn't faze Foz in the slightest.
Taahira is now on top, and presenting her tantalizing rump at Slash while still taking Foz like a wild animal!
And Slash takes the offer, so Taahira is soon sandwiched between the rutting Eeee. "Awww.." Francis moans.
Not to leave anyone out, Taahira whistles to try and call Francis over! She licks her lips suggestively at the Eeee, then opens her mouth. It doesn't even matter that Slash's entrance hurt. It was more and her body wants more!
The Skreek looks up and down the corridor, than points to himself while looking at Taahira, just to be sure.
Taahira makes a lewd suckling sound.
The rat isn't about to argue, and gets out of his clothes first (something the other two only partially managed) before coming to range. The big rabbit teeth give Francis a moment of pause, but takes a deep breath. "Bunny.. how often does this happen to someone like me?" he asks the ceiling, then offers himself up to the doe.
And the rat is literally swallowed by the doe expertly until her twitching nose is tickling his lower belly. "Gorphat, you've turned me it to a horrible slut!" the dow thinks for a few seconds, then she's right back at what her body demands; being filled, satisfied, and very, very sticky. The drive eliminates shame and hesitation; she gives of her body willingly to anyone and anything. Having every possible way filled just feels so good to the doe right now.
And apparently the curse side effect works regardless of how she's being penetrated, so the men aren't flagging at all once they've started. It does make for a somewhat messy ball of squirming bodies, and the voice of the Skreek just keeps getting higher and higher until he goes hoarse. And then, as if a switch has been thrown, everything becomes normal to the doe. Well, she's still handling three men, but it doesn't feel like she's being driven to it now.
"Oh my God, Gorphat, what did you do to me?" Taahira thinks again while she's still at it. And part of her doesn't allow her to stop until all three are satisfied. Once that happens she withdraws and scurries off while they're all in a daze to hide somewhere deep in the temple. Probably back to the pool room as few ever go there.
As expected, the chamber is empty. There's no telling what Penance is doing, surrounded by passed out peripatetic men.
Taahira runs until she's behind one of the statues. There she sits down and hugs her legs to her chest and rocks lightly. "What have I become?" she asks herself quietly. She can still taste and smell the men that she 'accosted'.
"You have become what I wished.. almost," Gorphat whispers. "There's still the problem of your color.. or rather, lack of color."
"You want me to be a mindless rutting beast?" Taahira thinks and looks up, expecting to find Gorphat somewhere near.
"That is my domain," Gorphat says, her voice seeming to float about through the air. "Survival. And rutting is part of that. We are all animals, and should be reminded of that. The animal knows how to survive."
"And how long am I free of being a mindless animal?" Taahira inquires as she pokes at one of her breasts. which of course dribbles out. She's still heavily lactating; Gorphat hallmark these days.
"A day. Or until you are my doe once again," Gorphat says. "Your mark will grow each time."
"My mark? What ... what do you want me to do to fix my color?" Taahira finally asks, since it seems her fate is sealed. She is to be pure lust and animal.
"You have already started," Gorphat insists. "Look behind you."
Taahira tries to look behind herself.
There's a green puff that is, in fact, her tail. Maybe because she was waving it like a flag.
Taahira blinks. Now that she's more aware, this reminds her to check out the rest of herself. So, she bends over to check between her legs to see if everything there is overly swollen like it is on Nicora, even when the urges are ... quiet.
There's definitely green fur around her fun places, and even the tips of her ears (where the green gives way to black).
After examining herself and finding bits of green here and there starting, she bites her lower lip gently. He pokes gently at her 'fun' places, finding them rather squishy. "How ... how often do you expect me to be your doe?" Taahira asks Gorphat quietly. She's shivering again, only this time out of fear. Being so completely out of control was disconcerting.
"That will depend," Gorphat's voice replies. "After all.. you need to spread the challenge around. Some times you will be the buck. When Penance is carrying the next batch of drones, I may ask that you offset the fear she may cause in others.. with the more pleasurable aspects of my blessings."
Taahira nods her head slightly, her ears drooping down. She unfolds her legs and rocks forward until she is sort of kneeling on the floor now; the doe being appropriately submissive as instinct pushes for. "Come to me, Mother?" Taahira requests the room, she's still quivering in fear, but she sits almost like a domesticated 'pet'.
A sticky hand rests on Taahira's head, as Gorphat stands beside her. "What do you wish, my child?" she gurgles.
Taahira shifts so that she's kneeling before Gorphat and looking up at her. The doe, still quivering, leans in and nuzzles against Gorphat. It's obvious the doe is terrified, and yet worshiping the Goddess at the same time. "Permit me to bring you some pleasures?" she offers, "Without the fog if your blessings as a buck you have yet to claim?" She bites her lower lip, then adds, "I want the greatest touches and moments to always be with the Goddess that owns me."
"Very well," Gorphat says, sounding amused. The glowing light of the slime pool really brings out her.. green. As disgusting as the goddess seems.. she's still a goddess, and thus has an allure.
And possibly to please or amuse Gorphat, Taahira starts undressing the Goddess at her waist and hips ... with only her teeth and lips. Her hands remain on the floor. She's apparently taking the 'we are all animals' aspect of Gorphat's wishes to the extreme. Once the doe manages to work away the bandages covering perhaps the most feared female parts in legend, she leans in and kisses Gorphat there, regardless of the risk, or smell. The kiss starts light, but becomes deeper as the lapi pushes herself to find more courage to show faith and dedication.
This also has the affect of turning her muzzle green. And burning a bit. There's always a symptom of some venereal disease popping up, only to fade and be replaced by another. Most of them involve sores though.
It's a rather awkward position to be in and have an urge to sneeze as well.
And yet Taahira does not stop in spite of the sores, itching, or even the green shade. No, she focuses on the deep kiss and trying to pleasure the Goddess in ways she knows firsthand tend to feel really nice. It is an act of 'submitting' to the Goddess of Affliction; to try to please her in spite of any risk to herself.
Gorphat's hand on her head helps, especially when there's an urge to gag. It's very firm and keeps the doe's head in place. "Eeee are seldom so.. accomodating," she notes. "So many see everything as a competition, where someone must come out on top. I suppose Lapi are more inclined towards Inala."
And right now, well, Taahira's focus is on Gorphat. It's hard not to be, and yes, the urge to gag does come and go and she fights it. Even without that hand it is unlikely the Doe would give up and stop ... but the hand is probably reassuring, and it sets a level of 'dominance' to the moment; Taahira is in service to Gorphat. Even the doe's nose wiggling is used to its best benefit to try and please the Goddess' Eeee form. And even worse, the doe is trying to make sure that anything that oozes forth from the Goddess does not fall. The doe swallows it. Her little green puff tail even manages a wag now and then.
Despite her throat being irritated her stomach churning a bit at the fluids being swallowed, Taahira does bring the goddess pleasure (in both the 'worship' sense and the physical one.. although it's probably more of the former than the latter, given Gorphat's ego). When the goddess does shudder in pleasure, she says, "And what reward would you ask of me, little doe?"
The doe doesn't answer immediately; she is busy cleaning the Goddess from the oozings. When she sits back she is quiet a bit longer to let things settle and tries to not look ... queasy. "What would you consider worth rewards for my dedication?" the doe asks timidly. She doesn't want to ask for something that might anger Gorphat, after all!
"A blessing granted.. or withdrawn," Gorphat says. "For you or.. another."
Taahira bites her lip again. "I would not ask for any blessing you have given me in any form to be withdrawn," the doe claims. "Your Daughter Scourge is honored to bear each and every one of them. I know that form would only ask for more, not less."
"Even the ones that distress you so on this form?" Gorphat asks coyly.
"They terrify me," Taahira admits, lower lip quivering. "But no. You requested the doe, and I have been given to you. Like your Daughter Scourge blessings should only be added, not removed. I am in service to you and wish to honor you."
Taahira licks her now green lips and nose.
"Very good," Gorphat says, and ruffles the fur on Taahira's head. "You've served well today. You should rest though. Your friend will be by eventually, and you will have other matters to attend to."
"If I think of a blessing to add, may I request it later?" Taahira inquires as she tilts her head lightly into the petting, despite it being embarrassing. "And yes, I need to return to being your Daughter Scourge soon before Penance panics."
"She must learn to take things in stride," Gorphat says. There's another pat.. and then Taahira is alone, save for the glow and the worms.
Taahira breathes out, the doe cannot believing the mess she has herself in, again. Gorphat made her a rutting animal. But, at leas that is only a risk when in this form, and that she still has ultimate control over. She breathes out, disappearing into shadow. It is time to return to being Yodhgorphat. She also has to replace the squished worms within her as well; it does help with the blessing management and without supernatural things around there is no risk of odd pregnancies from any errant eggs left behind. Plus she must get Brutus to restore the corset so she can continue to heal. But ... all things in time; there are many things to look into, twelve days is a long time to be out of action!