There is only so much one can take of being out of control. While Taahira's new role in the Temple of Gorphat has its benefits, it does mean completely abandoning will and choice in what happens. At the other end of that spectrum is Nikky - who still enjoys the same benefits, but is completely in control unless she chooses otherwise. There's also the little matter of the Gorphat versus Inala cold war: Taahira skirts close to the line, since she enjoys the results of her condition. The politically prudent thing to do then is to try and balance her out with one of Inala's favorites.
Nicorina arrives during a stage performance. The background is a painting of Babel's towers, including the Tower of Babel itself. Kavi clad from head to toe in black run about, holding poles topped with toy Plaguebringers, making them appear to swarm about the Tower. In the foreground, an paper-armored woman (made obvious by the skimpiness of the armor) makes threatening gestures to a ridiculously tall figure, clearly an Eeee standing on a crate or riser that's hidden by his cloak. The figure's face is white, and his expression is dour and implacable - maybe that's how people actually see Thath though.
"That ... isn't even close to accurate. For one, Thath isn't that tall," Nikky thinks as she pirouettes through the crowd and pinches random behinds in her wake. As for the skippy-clad woman; she isn't sure who that is ... but no one would wear such impractical armor in a real fight.
The crowd is boisterous, booing or laughing at the show. The armored woman is making ridiculous threats. "Your eyeballs will be made into pudding and hogs will eat your toes and my zombie horde will run you down!" The zombie horde appears then - Eeee dressed in rags and shambling about. One makes a show of slipping and falling on his own sword, while two others get their Skedat whips tangled together and also fall over. They must be drunken zombies. And then a smoke pot is lit near the back of the stage, creating a billow of smoke..
This causes Nikky to pause, one leg outstretched as well as one hand right in mid-pinch of a backside. "Is that supposed to be the General?" she wonders. "What is with the smoke?"
A figure emerges from the smoke! All in black, with black fur.. and a long white wig.. the newcomer holds a finger to his lips and turns to to look over the entire audience going 'shhhhhhh' and winking. As if to remove any doubt as to this character's identity, Sunala's symbol is drawn in white chalk on his forehead.
"I do not look anything like that!" Nicorina thinks in a huff! "Nor am I that silly!"
There are some "oooos" and "ahhhs" and chuckles from the audience, and then the Barsunala raises up his arms and wings.. and shadows stream out from behind him! Shadows that look almost exactly like black-clad Kavi trailing long tails of black fabric. They acrobatically accost the General, stripping away pieces of the flimsy armor until she's naked. The actress makes an exaggerated face of embarrassment and tries to cover herself with her hands, only to have the 'shadows' wrap her up like a mummy and carry her off the stage to the audience's amusement.
"/Yeah, it isn't likely going to work out quite like that. For one, I doubt the General would care. For two, she doesn't have much of a body anymore," Nikky thinks as she finally lets go of the current behind, spins around, and settles back onto both feet. She starts her way back towards the employee's lounge since she has to get into uniform. Which is, well, nothing save her copious body jewelry.
The zombies all fall over next, and 'Thath' turns to the Barsunala. No words are exchanged, but the Son of Death smiles and points to his eyes with two fingers of his right hand, then turns to point them at Thath: I'm watching you too! The black clad bat holds the look while stepping back into the smoke and vanishing.
There's more laughter, and as Nikky reaches the lounge entrance, she can see 'Thath' turns towards the audience and repeat the Barsunala's gesture, sweeping his arm out across them. The platform he's on must be wheeled, because he glides off to the backstage like a phantom. "I can see why they added that bit in," one wealthy-looking patron says to his neighbor nearby the Skreek. "We've been working to make sure everyone that can carry a sword will have one after all. It's not like we can expect people to hand them back in after the battle!"
"Everyone armed, oh joy! Ah well, no worse than everywhere else," Nikky thinks, shrugs, and cannot fret over it that long. This body just wants to have fun and cannot get too grumpy over anything. And to prove that she suddenly grabs the weathy one who was speaking, dips him back, and snogs him!
"Oh my!" the man says, and grins. "That makes me feel young again, my dear!"
Nikky grabs the guy between his legs, waggles her brows, then lets go. She wiggles her fingers at him, then slips through the door.
Part of the lounge is set up as a dressing room (or undressing room) for the performers. The Kavi are already stripping off their black body suits, the General is sitting in the buff still and sipping a drink, and the Barsunala has removed his wig and is wiping the mark from his forehead. Thath.. is actually brown. The white was all makeup! "Nikky!" Fluffer immediately greets the Skreek, and starts to strip off her clothing. "We've missed you!"
Nikky starts helping. "Hah! Sure you did. You all very busy wit yer plays and staff an such. Doubt anyone even notice a lowly street rat no bein' around," the rat quips. "An ya better hope de real Barsunala no see dat; he might take offense!"
"Hey, people gotta laugh at their fears," Fluffer notes. Then he grins, and says, "Also, I'm gonna be a daddy! Took some doing, but Jan finally kindled."
"Holy crap, it actually worked?" Nikky thinks, actually stunned, "The change can be enough that someone can get pregnant? Wow, I better be careful." She forces a quick smile, "Wow! Took a lot. Dat no normal foe a doe! How many, ya t'ink? Is she happy 'bout it?"
"She cries a lot, but it's happy crying," Fluffer claims. "Granny is keeping a close watch on her, since it was so difficult and all.. but she thinks it'll probably just be one."
"'Course, now Honey is getting the itch, y'know?" the Lapi says, as he pulls down Nikky's underpants and licks her there.
"Where she at?" Nikky has to ask as she flings her panties after she recovers them from getting them yanked down. The link then makes the skreek squirm while the panties land on top of 'Thath's head. "An don' get any ideas about me gettin' pregnant!"
"She's in our room," Fluffer says, and looks hurt. "Well, I don't try to get you pregnant," he claims, as he tries to get her to lie back on the couch. "Granny says Jan needs someplace calm for a bit to 'nest' and stuff. Honey is with her usually, when she's not workin'."
"And dere is no skreek here to try and get me pregnant," Nikky cackles and rubs Fluffer's ears! She settles back onto the couch as she is not once to refuse anything lusty! The skreek will, after all, bed anything.
The couch is also comfy and a has a good view of the rest of the lounge. While Fluffer goes to work (and makes Nikky wonder if Otto would be willing to get 'studded' down there as well) she can see the General and the Barsunala 'making peace' (or 'piece') on one of the chairs, while Thath and a few of the zombies fool around in a corner. The Kavi girls are surrounding Granny as she comes in leading Malagast and holding a big jar.
"/Yeah, I'm not gonna knock boots with the General. That would be just ... ew, no!/" Nikky thinks about what she just saw. Of course she's giggling and squirming pretty quickly from Fluffer's work ... and she works him right /back/. "Y'know I'm always ready, y'don't have to fluff me,/" she teases the lapi. She also eyes the incoming naga (someone Nikky actually sort of considers her boyfriend, odd as it is!) and wonders for a moment what is up with the jar!
"Oh.. I ain't fluffin' yah!" Fluffy claims. "Tryin' to get you pregnant!" he grins and then his mouth is occupied sucking on things.
Granny sets the jar down on a low table, and one of the girls (which Nikky knows is usually the one 'eaten' by Malagast on stage) asks, "Sure this'll work Granny? Really sure?" The old Kavi gives her a withering look in reply.
"Ey, I volunteer if she won'!" Nikky cries out! And she doesn't even know what they're planning.
"Ahhh, can we finish first?" Fluffer asks. Unbidden, an image of Fluffer and Taahira together comes to Nikky's mind.
Granny opens up the jar and scoops out a handful of.. herbs? Nikky can smell them - it's a bit like potpourri but with a slightly bitter undertone, as it was spiked with mateh beans. The Kavi drops them onto a bit of cheesecloth and ties it into a satchel with a slipknot.
Nikky wraps her legs around Fluffer. "You no gettin' off until I feel yas finish," the skreek claims. "No one unmounts unless they seed the rat!" she croons like a loony.
Fluffer goes back to nursing then.. to refuel? It's always hard to tell with the buck, since he can probably control when he finishes. He does seem to use it as an excuse to be more energetic though. Both of them are getting appraising looks from the General and Barsunala, even as they tend to one another.
Nikky's toes splay as she giggles. The rat just loves being, well, she finds the title of slut something to be proud of! She pets the back of the lapi's neck while he nurses and she makes sure other parts of her are nursing on him! Amazing control of certain muscles, to be sure.
It's a bit of a contest to see who can make the other break first! Fluffer as the stamina and experience.. but Nikky is Nikky and has Inala on her side. The buck 'loses' by finishing first, and doing so loudly (for a Lapi).
And wow, for someone who can 'fit anyone', she can sure bear down tightly when she wants to! Nikky croons as she milks the poor rat, rubs, and sends herself into Inala's bliss! "Oooooh yeah, thank you for this, Inala. I be yours," the skreek thinks.
The moaning gets the attention of the Kavis, and even while Fluffer is still trying to catch his breath, one of the girls comes over asks Nikky, "Did you really want to volunteer for the test?"
Nikky opens one eye. "If it involves me favorite snaky, you betcha!" the skreek squeaks. She wiggles her fingers at the huge naga.
Malagast waves back, and his long tongue licks across his face. "Great!" the Kavi lass says, clasping her hands together. "Just come over to the table when you're.. uh.. disengaged!"
Nikky rubs along Fluffer's back. "Looks like I be needed," she tells the lapi. "Y'kin ride de rat later iffin you vant," she offers him.
"You know me, I'm always ready for a free ride," Fluffer claims and gets off Nikky.. only to grab the Kavi girl before she can escape.
"Or maybe I nurse on yas next time," Nikky whispers in his ear, completely unashamed. She giggles at the Kavi, then slips off the couch so that she can go over to the table.
Granny looks at Nikky, and holds out the satchel. "You know how to pull a string, yeah?" she asks, then doesn't wait for a reply. "You pull the string to release the herbs. Don't lose your grip on it! And pull string before you run out of air, too."
Nikky grabs the bag. "Course I know how to pull a string," the skreek claims, "I have de time of de month too, yannow." She cackles at her own gross joke and holds onto the bag, fingers coiled in the string to be sure.
"Take a deep breath," Granny advises, as Malagast looms over the rat, and grabs onto her shoulders.
"Don't be gentle," Nikky giggles up at the huge serpent, then takes a very deep breath!
The hooded rat gains a second hood, which involves a distended jaw. She's never been swallowed head first before! Malagast has to lift her up, and gulp her down in several swallows. Before she knows it, Nikky is completely inside - she can feel the tip of her tail passing the tongue! And she's still going deeper.
And Nikky is holding her breath! She's also feeling very aroused. Something about this experience; the darkness, the warmth, and feeling her go ever deeper really turns her on! Inala has really gotten her claws into the mind of this skreek given that she likes this!
Another aspect of Skreek physiology helps with this: her nose. It stinks in here, and the smell of rotting things is also something of a turn on for a Skreek! And then something touches her legs, and is pushed down until it's poking her butt - something that feels like a Kavi snout. No wonder she's going so deep! Malagast is seeing how many he can cram in!
And Nikky is still holding her breath! She isn't going to pull that string until she absolutely has to! Instead, she's squirming around in excitement. Also, probably because the naga will likely enjoy that.
It's dark of course, but whiskers still work. Nikky's nose pokes into Malagast's last meal - not a Yiffle, but a small hog.
Nikky suddenly finds herself missing being a hog! Maybe she'll try being a sow next time! Life is all about experiences, right?
There's more weight pushing down on her from behind, and the Kavis are struggling - after all, they can be packed together more, being smaller. The hog is an obstacle though, so Nikky isn't going any farther than this.. and hopefully the herbs won't make Malagast lose his dinner too.
Nikky tries to push on the hog to make it go deeper! Granted, she has no idea how deep she is right now! She just knows that wow is she randy.
At this point.. moving her arms is nearly impossible. Things are tight, and she's being squeezes from all directions. She does manage to get her nose into.. well, no telling what part of the carcass it is. It makes her want to sneeze. Or take a bite.
And in spite of her better judgement, Nikky takes a bite. When she thinks about this later, she'll probably be grossed out!
Something takes a bite of her as well. The Kavi are getting restless!
While the rat could probably hold her breath a bit longer, she wiggles her fingers and pulls the string! "You all don't know what fun is!" Nikky thinks.
Kavi don't have lungs like Nikky, of course. The satchel opens up, and the herbs spill out. And.. nothing happens. At least not immediately. And then the convulsions start, which is something Nikky has never been on the inside for.
Nikky's first thought is ... is this what guys feel in me? It makes her want to giggle. That rat is not right. She likes it!
It takes some time before Nikky finds herself back in the light, atop of a wet pile of Kavis, while Malagast lets out a tremendous burp over her.
Nikky sticks her arms and legs up into the air. "Do it AGAIN!" she cackles, "That was AWESOME!"
The big Naga is rubbing at his throat. "Felt harsh," he rumbles. Granny seems satisfied. "See, it worked, silly doubting girls," she points out.
Nikky reaches back and rubs the Naga's scutes. "I will make it up to vou," she promises. "It wasn't fun at all fer yas?"
"Well it wasSsss.. /ssstimulating," Malagast admits, and the break in his scutes below the waist confirms it, as the smaller three-headed serpent that is part of him has raised its heads.
Nikky tickles it. "So, vhat vas dat all for? Some new show trick?" she asks.
"How many girlSsss can I gobble uP!" Malagast says, looking a bit smug. "I came up with it mySelf. There will be wagering on how many go in, and how many come back out."
"And so we don't have to have the safety rope," a damp Kavi notes.
The big Naga rolls a bit, and wraps his coils around Nikky.
"Well, I expect all of them will come back out," Nikky points out as she hooks her hands around the Naga's thick waist. She tugs herself backward and promptly starts nursing on the little bit of exposure while the Naga is coiling about her! The sounds she makes with her lips are a bit lewd and wet, too!
At least it warms things up a bit as well. Malagast is content for now to keep her in that position. "Well.. working on a way to maybe keep one or two for longer.." the reptile hisses.
The Kavis scramble at that notion.. or are just going to get cleaned up before going to 'work' out in the club.
"I'll volunteer to experiment with that too," Nikky offers in a brief respite from her 'work'. Soon enough, though, she's contently nibbling on reptile. Licking and nursing moreso than nibbling, really.
Once Malagast feels warmed up enough, he grabs onto Nicky and lifts her off with a pop, then spins her around to press her front down onto his coils. All three heads find their way into the part of Nicky much warmer than her mouth immediately after. The actors gasp at this, since Malagast is huge. "He'll tear her open!" the faux Barsunala claims.
Nikky cackles. "Noooo heee wooooon't," she croons and wiggles herself all around as she slides down, impaled. "I kin take anything this way, it's a gift!" she claims and winks at the actor.
This draws a crowd, which is probably the most people ever watching Nikky's backside as she was having fun with it.. at least, the most who were looking close up.
"She's swallowing him after being swallowed," 'Thath' quips.
Nikky lifts herself off just for a moment, uses her tail, and slides right back down, impaling herself in two ways now, all the wile cackling like a loon. She also wiggles her brow at the crowd. "C'mon, y' act like ya never seen a skreek embrace bein a skreek!"
"I've never known any Skreeks that could embrace something the size my forearm," the General comments.
"That scrawny t'ing?" Nikky pffts and waves her hand. "Dat nothin'!"
Malagast doesn't comment. He just moves in that sinuous rhythm with Nikky. "It just takes practice," Sam the tiger claims, and smiles to the actress. "I could get you started.." he offers.
"It be worth it," Nikky claims as she rolls along with the Naga. She hugs around his torso as much as she actually can and sighs. Who would have thought a rat would feel safe with a snake?
The Naga also licks Nikky's head, then rises up on his coils until his head touches the ceiling, meaning Nikky is well off the ground at that point, but still held in place by Malagast's hands. Then he begins to sway back and forth, in a classic, hypnotic Naga Dance.
Nikky just ... goes with it. The flexible skreek manages movement of her own against he far more powerful creature in her arms. It's a good thing certain other dangerous serpents cannot see this moment, lest they get ideas.
And it's all wonderful. After all, the Naga is basically a giant, undulating muscle between her legs (and against her body). The scutes feel nice against her fur and breasts, always in motion.
Nikky presses her cheek against the serpent and sighs. She's actually not cackling, the skreek is enjoying it in ways that are more than just physical!
Malagast then reveals a new trick.. he reclines onto his back.. and can still move across the floor, if awkwardly. So he carries Nikky towards the door, and then out into the club proper.
Nikky is used to an audience, so she doesn't care. She's content to just cling as tight as she can to make sure she doesn't slip ... and keep those hips of her moving so that what is within him receives constant stimulation.
"Wow, she's not even kicking him to make him go," one patron remarks. Most just get out of the way, since Malagast has trouble navigating like this. Several Naga guests follow along however.. and one goes on ahead to help 'steer' Malagast.
Nikky eases off just a bit to 'free' up one of the three. The skreek then bends over practically double and starts nursing on the snake while he moves! Nikky is impressively flexible, and it shows!
This gets some attention, and a few more people climbs onto the serpent. One of them sits right behind Nikky.. and rubs her back. At least Eeee are light.. they aren't going to slow down Malagast.
Nikky barely notices them; her senses are completely filled with the scent and sight of naga. She's perfectly content with this. Perhaps it is because that the smell should make her afraid, but combined that with Inala's blessing, that just just makes her that more musty.
lusty
Nobody else seems to mind the smell - and Nikky smells of rotting pork, and is slathered in drying snake juice. Regulars to Paradise must get used to such things though, or see it all as the price for pleasure. The conga line trailing Malagast snakes through the club, gathering more as it goes. He might ultimately be heading for the stage, which has been cleaned of scenery and props by now.
Nikky opens one eye and notices this. This happens to make her cackle a bit! She's a show unto her self sometimes! She's fine with that; she's happy to have snaky! Well, she's happy with any sort of rutting, but this one is especially nice. Her tail flicks about in supreme amusement.
Once on the stage, Malagast gets his coils back under him and 'sits up' as it where, holding onto Nikky to support her weight as that part of him goes vertical again.
Which is a good thing since being bent double makes it hard for her to hold onto him! She pays no attention to anything the crowd might be saying, she's intent on making Malagast squirm!
Well, Nagas are good at squirming. Malagast does his dance again, with plenty of room to move in now. And for some reason, someone starts beating a drum.
Nikky wants to snicker, but that would be rude! So, she starts timing her own movements to the beat of the drum too. It gives her something to focus on ... other than the little voice in the back of her head screaming at her to quit being a pervert.
Between the dancing and the drumbeat, Malagast does pick up his own pace a little - something Nikky can practically taste. He begins to hiss more loudly, and there are nips from him along Nikky's back.. and tail, when he wraps his tongue around it.
This makes Nikky shiver! Something about a powerful predator nibbling upon her really gets her going. It causes her to clench down more than she was, and move a bit faster than she was. Even her fingers tremble as they tap on scutes.
And of course that long tongue follows the tail and tickles Nikky in a sensitive spot with its tines. Malagast's breath is slow and hot now against the Skreek's back. And they're on the stage, which means there needs to be an impressive finale.
Nikky releases her jaws so that she can whisper. "When you're done ... swallow me," she hisses softly to him, hoping the Eeee won't be able to hear that other the other noises. Then her head lifts up so that which she was nursing joins the other part within her already ... and makes her that much easier to devour when the time comes.
Without her attached to him at both of her ends now, Malagast actually leans her back. This exposes her chest, which he explores with his tongue while supporting her back with his arms.. and then starts actually thrusting.. once he gets that third head back inside of her first. The drummer tries to keep up.
Nikky's back arches and she cries out! She loves the feeling ... and in these sorts of situations the envy of Jen also twinges, but that is hormones talking! She clasps her hands on each side of the Naga's head now that it is down at her chest. The serpent could easily kill her right now ... it's such a thrill!
And Malagast is excited.. so much so that his jaws open and he's got Nikky's head in his mouth before anything has popped. This makes it hard for the Skreek to know which way is up or down. And then the jaws slide down over her chest, pinning her arms.. and she's held there. There's air, but it's not really enough. So when her release comes, the lightheadedness makes it feel like an explosion.
The squeal that comes from her, though muffled, is likely heard by everyone in the room! Boy does she clench down on him too and squirms against him hard, trying to get the snake to explode too, figuratively speaking. She isn't thinking about that if he bit down he might break things, or worse!
When the powerful serpent finds his release, Nikky can certainly feel it. At least, for a little while as she's starting to black out. She's gobbled down though, without her magic escape satchel this time.. or much in the way if air.. but at least it's warm and cozy and she's all tingly..
"Woah ... what a way to go ..." Nikky thinks in her bleary state. It's sooo warm and soft in here. She just wants to go to sleep...
Sleep doesn't quite come. There's movement, and a drifting sort of awareness. And then something grabs Nikky's foot, and suddenly she feels like she's on a ship in a storm until she's cast out into cold air and light.
"Eeeee!" goes a flailing and groggy skreek! "Coooooold!" she complains.
A wet Kavi struggles to get out from under Nikky, and someone throws a blanket over her (or possibly a large towel.. either way, it's getting wet). "You probably need a warm bath," Honey says, helping Nikky up. "Do you have a headache or nausea or anything?"
Nikky waves her wet hand about. "Naaaaah, I be fiiiiine," she slurs, "It be like drinkin' too much! No biggie."
"Well, you need to get cleaned up or who knows what will happen," Honey claims, and guides Nikky towards the spa. That's actually part of the club, but it's the only place where the water is always kept warm.
"Ooo, spa, yay!" Nikky giggles, wobbly. She unceremoniously dives into the water when she's close enough. When she comes up for air, she sputters, "So I hears Jan has a bun in de oven."
"Well, hopefully," Honey says, getting into the water with a bit more care, and also armed with a brush somehow. "We're hopeful! Although now I wish I had a buck. Bara says she can try to recruit one from another city if I really want to go through with it."
"Hopefully? You no sure?" Nikky has to ask. "An what vas up wit dat play earlier? D' people really see de Barsunala like dat?"
"Oh, that's a comedy troupe making the rounds," Honey says, and starts brushing out Nikky's sticky fur. "It's more about easing the anxiety I guess. Something about 'the court jester can say anything' or whatever. A lot of the people out there tonight are trying to figure out how to get the city through the crisis and make sure it doesn't still fall apart if we win."
"Oh.. and sometimes does have false pregnancies," Honey notes. "I've had one myself, even though I knew it was impossible. Side effect of lots of sex messing with hormones and such."
"He no' a bad person. De Barsunala dat is," Nikky notes and waves a hand while Honey brushes her out. "Met 'im once, if you believe it or no. Kin be a bit showy and dramatic, but really, he kinna sad."
"As for the play.. yeah, people want to see the Barsunala as easily defeating the General. That she's a joke," Honey notes. "They're all still preparing to fight though, and arm everyone to do it. I don't know how much it's costing, but it must be a lot. They call it an 'investment' so they aren't afraid."
"Kin you keep a secret?" Nikky asks, looking back at Honney.
"How big of a secret?" Honey has to ask. "I tend to babble when excited."
"Jus some t'ings de Barsunala tol' me. Y'know me. I'm nosy and not afraid t' ask anyt'ing," Nikky says and shrugs.
"It's not anything that will cause problems, is it?" Honey asks, lowering her voice to a Lapi whisper.
"''E don expect to survive de battle wit' de General," Nikky notes quietly, "An dat maybe it be time for all of Babel's monsters to fall into history and memory. 'e see himself as a monster too, and dat some of dis is his fault." She shrugs a little.
"He can't die though," Honey says with certainty, as she brushes Nikky's head. "He's the Barsunala. There will always be a Barsunala, otherwise how will the dead get to the Sea of Souls?"
"I asked dat. De reply was 'It complicated'," Nikky says and shrugs a little. "It odd, y'know? Here be someone powerful, a kinna God, and what I saw in his eyes was someone sad and lonely. It 'urts to see what 'is people became."
"Well, then he should stick around to see them become better," Honey claims. "You tell him that. We'll all behave better if we think he's watching us."
"Bein' better cuz yer afraid of the consequences is no way t' really be better," Nikky comments and sighs. "Y' have to vant t' be better."
"Did you ever want to make your parents proud?" Honey suddenly asks.
Nikky barks a laugh! "Which ones? I be an orphan," she notes.
"Well.. I guess that makes it tougher to see what I'm talking about," Honey explains. "If you have good parents, you want to make them proud of you. And they want you to be better than them. Babel's had.. bad parents. So its been generation after generation of selfish, angry and cruel children. We just need a good parent to look up to. Even if they aren't around all the time."
"Mmm," Nikky mutters and rests her chin on the edge of the pool. "Y'want t' meet him? I know people who know people who coul' prolly contact 'im."
"What would he want with me though?" Honey asks. "I'm nobody special. I'm not suffering, certainly." She keeps brushing out the cowlicks on Nikky. "I can't fight. I'm just soft."
"Unless he just needs someone to tell him he's needed?" the doe asks.
"Everyone is special," Nikky notes and raises a finger. "Every life has meaning. Even weirdos like me."
"But you're blessed or something," Honey points out. "You've got Inala's favor. Plus you're crazy. But if the Barsunala wants to just have a.. I dunno.. get together with regular folks, I guess I could come."
"Eh, prolly no work out very well," Nikky admits. "No one woul' be comfortable."
"Well.. he's the Barsunala.." Honey notes. "You'd have to be comfortable with Death really.. to be comfortable. What does he do when he's not.. you know.. demigodding? Does he drink tea? I can make tea.."
"Y' have t' ask 'im," Nikky says and grins, "I only talked wit 'im once."
"Well, what did you talk about?" Honey asks, and has Nikky stand up more so she can check the rest of her fur.
Nikky stands up and streeetches towards the ceiling. "Already pretty much told vou. Asked about how 'e saw t'ings happening and dat when he commented about de General and such," she notes. "Also tried t' sleep wit' him and dat no go so well. He turned me down! Hmf!"
"Really?" Honey asks, and feels up Nikky's breasts. "Because you're with Inala? He'd probably sleep with me. I'm not with any goddess."
"Nah, I t'inkit because of who he is. Wouldn' be proper an all dat," Nikky notes as she giggles while Honey feels up her chest. "So, why are yas no sure Jen issa wit kid?"
"Oh, that just seemed to take a lot more effort than it should of," Honey notes as she massages the Skreek. "We'll see though! It's still pretty exciting! And I'm sure I could get the Barsunala to warm up to me.. uh.. unless he can't do it because it means whoever he's with dies, that is."
"Er ... I don' t'ink so," Nikky says, looking confused. "So, vhen vill vou know for sure vit Jen?"
"In a few weeks at least," Honey says. "Falsies don't last that long, and there'll be other signs." She then hugs Nikky. "I bet he just wants a hug then."
"Falsies?" Nikky has to ask? "An I gotta see Jen! Dis be too funny."
"Funny?" Honey asks, pulling back a bit. "I'll take you, but.. don't mention anything about false pregnancy, promise? She doesn't know about that."
Nikky nods repeatedly. "I promise!" she says, spits in her hand, and offers it.
Honey shakes it, and says, "We should towel off first. The fluffier we are, the calmer she'll be!"
"Towel fight!" the skreek croons with glee. Dangerous, as she darts off, grabs a towel, and changes the doe around the spa, swatting her in the bum with it! It's not hard enough to be painful, but it does come with a complementary cackle with every hit!
Nikky knows the way to the room shared by Fluffer and Honey - and now by Jan Doe as well. She finds the doe curled up in a nest of blankets and cushions, rather than on the bed, but isn't certain if that's normal or not for supposedly pregnant Lapi. Honey quietly warns Nikky, "Whatever you do, don't tickle her while she's asleep. She goes nuts."
Nicky arches her brow a little. "She does? Nuts how?" the skreek asks. Clearly, she is debating tickling her.
"Her fur poofs out and she jumps up like she's being attacked," Honey whispers. "Well.. that's pretty much how she reacts to anything that wakes her up though.."
"Huh, I keep dat in mind," Nikky comments as she sneaks over to the sleeping doe. Her movements are rather exaggerated, right down to how she hunches, arches her arms, curls her fingers like claws, and grins maniacally. She doesn't tickle, though, she actually crouches down and feels the doe's tummy gently. And as a test, she tries to 'sense' if she can feel any separate life within her; sort of like Scourge's sussing.
At this early stage, it's impossible to tell for certain.. anything would still just be a tiny blob of cells. What she can sense is that the doe is showing the hormonal signs of pregnancy - since Taahira's experience didn't exactly fade away from memory.
Nikky also leans in and sniffs. When she sits back, she shrugs a bit. "Huh, dunno really. Might be. Smells like it," she comments. She has no idea how it is actually possible, but the light was involved with this ones so ... maybe.
"It'll be a few weeks before we know for sure," Honey notes. "I mean, I went through something like this myself when I was starting out."
"Oh, you be havin' lots of buns in de oven?" Nikky has to ask as she gets up.
"Nooo.." Honey says. "See, Fluffer and I have mutations that are.. sorta beneficial to this line of work," she admits, lowering her voice further - but not as low as a Lapi is really capable of going.
Nikky arches her brow again. "Oh? Whazzat?" the rat asks and waggles her brows.
"Well.. I can self lubricate for nearly two hours," Honey admits, sounding proud. "Fluffer usually has to lube up the other girls. It got me my spot as Inala's Sacrifice too... but none of the guys can really keep up, except for Fluffer, but that'd be problematic. So the first time, I had like five men, one after the other.. and it must have triggered my hormones. Fluffer can go forever though, because he's got a bone keeping him up. So he doesn't even have to be actually aroused. But we can't be paired up, so the big fertility ritual sacrifice only can last about two hours."
Nikky covers her muzzle and giggles. "Oooo, you be one slimy lapi," she teases, though it is playful and not at all mean in tone. "Didn' know dat about be other bun, toh, dat interestin'. Me, I kin bed anything."
Honey hmms at Nikky. "That's right.. you're blessed.." the doe says, ominously. "I think you should audition. The longer things go, the bigger Inala's favor is for everyone involved.."
"Fer a fertility ritual? Eh ... dunno about dat! I don need to be fertile!" the skreek claims and waves her hands.
"It's all about setting the mood," Honey explains. "You're on an altar on stage, rutting like mad, and it gets everyone in the audience worked up and then we try to get them to join in on the stage.."
Nikky rubs her face. "Dat sounds very messy," the skreek admits while she wrestles with herself. The pervert side of her obviously wants to do it. Her sane side is beating its head on an imaginary wall.
"I'll go get Fluffer!" Honey says with a big grin. "Are you worried that you can't break my record?" she then taunts.
"Hah! Dat be de easy part!" the skreek claims.
"Oh? Well.. why not just wait on the bed here," Honey says, as she opens a chest and retrieves a set of manacles.
Nikky sits on the bed and crosses her arms. "Nicora used to be able to out lubricate her, that's for sure," the skreek thinks. Obviously, the crazy side is winning ... again.
The doe helpfully clips the manacles to the bedpost, and then says, "Now.. put your wrists in these and make yourself comfy.."
Nikky rolls her eyes ... and of course puts her wrists into the manacles. She also lays back and gets comfortable. All the while the inward sanity is screaming, "What in dagh's name are you doing?!? You rut enough as it is!"
Once the rat is secured, Honey fondles her a bit before slipping out of the room just when it was starting to get good!
"Hmf!" squawks Nikky. This is somehow going to get her in trouble. It always gets her in trouble.
While she ways, Jan mutters and snores a bit before burrowing deeper into the nest. Eventually the Lapi twins return though, rolling in something made with lots of glass and tubing that looks like it could kill someone if it fell on them..
"De heck is dat?" Nikky has to ask as she sits up to stare at the strange contraption. "What, do they shop at the same place as Hortense? Where do they get these things?"
"Oh, this is a water clock," Honey explains, as she turns some valves. "This empty tube here will will fill up as the water drips, and these markings on the side tell you how long it's been."
"Way over complicated," Nikky claims. "Jus' use an hourglass."
"This can measure ten hours though," Honey notes.
"So kin a big hourglass!" Nikky claims.
Fluffer climbs up onto the bed, and onto Nikky. "When measuring the duration of wet events, water is more appropriate," the buck says with a grin. "So, ready to audition?"
Nikky smirks. "Ready t' be worn out?" the skreek challenges. One think Nikky does take seriously is her sluttiness. Most people would be ashamed. But her? Nooooo.
"Well.. I'm hoping you won't be worn out," Fluffer says, as he makes his entry and almost immediately goes into bunny-speed. It's nothing like his usual style at all - it's actually passionate instead of professional, bordering on feral.
And Nikky wraps her legs about him and cackles like a loon! She likes it, no surprise there! Aside from it feeling good, she's just a slave to carnal pleasures in general! It does strike her as a bit disturbing, though, that these two almost reflect the two lapi forms that now serve Gorphat. They are at least a little more than just the rutting animals Gorphat turned those forms into at least.
It's all very vigorous.. and Nikky has to wonder how Honey could put up with the pounding. Fluffer doesn't let up at all for the first twenty minutes, but then has to slow down for a few. The buck's refractory period is only about five minutes though, and spends those nursing greedily, like a starving person. At least the Blessing doesn't let Nikky feel pain - instead of getting swollen or bruised, she just seems to get increasingly sensitive.
Nikky uses the 'slower' periods to recover too. She can catch her breath. Her legs, though, remain tight around the buck so he remains quite deep within her while he nurses! And true to Nikky form, she giggles like a loon! It feels so nice, especially when compared to the hell Gorphat puts Her owned forms through with carnal engagements. Right now she's not even thinking about the pain, she's enjoying the constant rush. Her hips even continue to move some when his are not.
After his milk break, Fluffer is back at it again, even nipping on the Skreek's neck and shoulders and ears now and then. Even though he has to wait twenty minutes to build up to a release, Nikky doesn't have that limitation. And as she gets more sensitive, things happen faster - and weirder. After the first hour or so, she starts to feel orgasms in her breasts when Fluffer nurses. And when he slows down, it makes the stud-on-stud impacts more noticeable, which also send sparks up her spine.
"De heck is happenin?" the skreek has to wonder while she squirms underneath the buck. It's almost as intense as when it was with Inala herself. It's all tingly and explosive and constant! And of course the rat is enjoying all of it!
It becomes hard to keep track of time.. as well as of breathing. When the climaxes are coming every two minutes, it seems like it couldn't possibly get any more intense - until they just start doubling up instead. All thanks to the Blessing, no doubt, but the rest of Nikky's body probably thinks she's dying. It's a small relief when Fluffer starts to slow down again, if not that it only means the blur of sensation becomes more wave like. Storm waves, anyway.
"I hope this doesn't kill me! Inala's blessings have killed before, after all," the skreek thinks in that brief respite that allows her a moment of lucidity between the intense waves of pleasure that roll through her and cause all her muscles to tense and for her to try out. Sometimes there is something as 'too much of a good thing'.
It's quiet in the room save for the drip of the clock, and the sounds of sleeping does - Honey is curled up next to Jan in the nest. It takes a moment to really focus her vision, but it looks like the timer tube is already past the six-hour mark!
Nikky blinks several times as her vision finally focuses. "Egad, six hours? SIX HOURS? How is that even remotely possible?!?" the skreek thinks.
Fluffer is still moving, somehow.. but he doesn't feel quite as plump as he should down there. He also hasn't switched breasts yet, apparently stuck on the left one. It is possible that the buck has fallen asleep, but is still suckling and grinding on reflex somehow.
Nikky rolls her hips, testing to see if she can roll the buck off her. She might be lopsided now in the chest!
This just seems to rouse the Lapi enough to mutter, switch breasts, and start thrusting a bit more rapidly. There's some stirring in the nest though, as Honey raises her head and blinks sleepily.
That wasn't quite Nikky's intention, but at least he did switch breasts! And now that Honey is stirring, she's not about to lose the contest of wantonness, she starts rolling her hips again in time with the buck!
After finishing his drink (there must be something special about Nikky's milk.. or else Fluffer is just really super virile) the bunny wakes up a bit more, grabs onto Nikky's hips and puts his all back into it. This time it's a full hour before he releases again, but he's slow enough that Nikky isn't entirely overwhelmed again.
"You're gonna run out the clock," Honey notes with a yawn as she wakes up again later. "You gotta be the sacrifice this season, Nikky.."
Nikky's lips are drawn back into a smug smile of victory. It is doubtful anyone can beat that ... and hey, she likes it every time she feels one of the guys release in her; It's such a lovely rush, courtesy of Inala. "Hah, tol you I could beat you! When is dis sacrifice, anyway?" the skreek has to ask.
"Soon," Honey says. "Bara sends out announcements ahead of time. Mostly to couples having fertility issues. I don't know if it makes a difference though - I mean, Bara doesn't believe in Inala herself."
"An y'all voul vant me to sit in, so to speak? Tired of ruttin' are ya?" Nikky asks the doe.
"Well, we'll get a better turnout if we can promise six hours with a single couple," Honey notes with a grin, and pats her struggling, groggy brother on the back. "Of course Fluffer will be rested for that first, instead of taking you on after a full day of work." She then reaches between the pair, and inserts one of her own fingers. "And you're still wet! I am impressed."
Nikky can still clench down, too, and squeeze those fingers! "Eehehhehe," cackles Nikky," Tol you. I be de best at ruttin'. No one kin keep up wit me."
"Really?" Honey says, after extracting her finger with a pop. "So, are you saying I should line up some backup for Fluffer?"
"Mebbe! Y kin always line up de snakey," Nikky claims, grinning widely. "Or others t' join in, I kin take three at a time, no problem!"
"SHUT UP," sanity screams in Nikky's mind.
"It's a fertility ceremony, so.. only the tradition fertilization route is appropriate," Honey notes. "I'm sure I can round up some Skreeks for you though.." she adds with a big grin.
Nikky smirks, "Ya do dat." Said with the confidence of someone who is infertile, of course.
"Hmmmm, I'll take that as a challenge then," Honey says, and then tries to ease her brother off of the Skreek but rolling him aside.
Nikky sinks into the mattress and sighs. "I be sticky," she remarks to no one in particular.
Honey sits on top of Nikky then, and asks, "Did you want me to uncuff you?" as she idle toys with the rat's nipples.
"Depends on iffin you plannin to play some or no," Nikky challenges and waggles her brow. The bars through said nipples make the idle playing feel nice.
"I dunno, you're all sticky," the doe notes. "You'll need another bath for sure. So.. I should just leave you chained up until I can bring in a bucket of cold water and a rag I think.."
"Hey! I coul make yer worl' wit my tongue, yannow!" Nikky complains lewdly.
"I'm still a little sleepy though," Honey claims, and lies down on the Skreek, using her breasts as pillows. Fluffer starts to snore next to them.
"Hmf! Now ya bein' mean," Nikky complains. But really, she could use a nap herself.
The rabbit proves her meanness by nuzzling and licking on the sensitive bits of Nikky that are conveniently next to her muzzle now. "When can you come back for the big night?" she asks. "Or should I just make sure you stay chained up until then?"
"I kin come back on de night if you tell me when it is," Nikky says in a huff.
"I should know sometime in the morning, after I talk to Bara about it," Honey says, and scoots up to be nose-to-nose and boob-to-boob with Nikky. "You'll just have to stay around until then, I'm afraid.."
"Oh, de horror," Nikky remarks, then nips Honey's nose. "I guess I talk to ya in de morning."
"Get your rest," Honey advises, and then snuggles down to sleep herself on top of the still manacled Nikky.
Nikky rolls her eyes, then closes them to drift off to peaceful, unstimulated, sleep. It's amazing she isn't hurting horribly down below.
Nikky's last thought was that she ought to be sore - and now there's soreness, but it isn't Nikky's! Bucktraum is on his back on the dais, and it is his loins that are throbbing painfully.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow," Bucktraum complains as he slowly sits up, blinking. Gently, one hand goes to try and rub/sooth the throbbing ache down below. He hasn't even noticed where he is yet; pain down there tends to become the focus.
Things seem a bit swollen, making any movement of his thighs problematic. "You're green!" squeaks a Lapi voice from the edge of the dais.
"Yes. Gorphat, ah, claimed me," the buck admits as he tries to get a good look at his thighs and the situation at hand.
Since Nicora got stuck with multiple breasts, it might be that Bucktraum was gifted with multiple testicles.. but it feels more like the regular pair, swollen to three times their size and throbbing. The cloaked Lapi drops her hood, and of course it's one of Hortense's 'assistant' does. She sheds the rest of the cloak and approaches curiously. "The others are still coming.." she notes.
Bucktraum pokes himself then hisses in pain and draws back his hand! "Ow," he complains, ears limp. It's only now he actually realizes where he is and who the doe is. His eyes widen in terror. "Who is coming?" the buck squeaks, wide-eyed.
"Oh.. Hortense and Mordecai and the girls," the doe note, kneeling down and examining the buck's condition. "That looks infected," she notes, and reaches out for the inflated scrotum.
The buck cannot even back away things are so swollen! "It hurts!" the buck complains, hoping that will at least keep her touch gentle.
There isn't much that's softer than a Lapi's paw, at least. The doe gently cups the area without squeezing. "Hmmm.. have you been bathing in any weird ponds lately?" she asks.
"Me? No," the buck claims. Other forms have been, of course, but not the buck. "Why?"
"Oh.. uh.. you might have parasites is all," the does says, trying to make it sound non-serious.
The bucks eyes get big again. "In there?" he squeaks, really wanting to cross his legs right now. "It can be fixed, right?"
"I'm not sure you want to use the term 'fixed' in regards to your plums," the doe giggles. "I'm sure it can be.. uh.. dealt with. I guess it isn't normal for you then? I mean.. you are a minion of Gorphat aren't you?"
"It hasn't been normal so far. Are you suggesting this might be a new normal?" Bucktraum asks, ears wilted again. Risking pain, he reaches down to feel himself again. Or rather, feel for movement within the swollen and tender bits.
It's hard to tell with the general throbbing and pain. There's not a lot of give, due to the internal pressure.
"This cannot be good for, well, my tender bits inside," Bucktraum thinks worriedly. "So, uhm, why are you here?" he asks of the doe.
"Well, I'm sure Hortense can slice it open if you want," the doe says. "Or we can try to drain it all the normal way.. Oh, I'm just here to make sure you're relaxed so you won't resist too much when the others arrive and tie you up!"
"Slice it?!" Bucktraum squeaks and covers himself! "Tie me up?!?" If he could run, he would ... but he can't even get up!
"Hmmm, I suppose I shouldn't have been that detailed," the doe admits, and then smiles and leans in closer to the buck. "I could still try to relax you though if you like?"
Ears quivering, the buck swallows and nods. "Might be a good idea. I'm about to panic," he admits and then bites his lower lip.
The doe reaches down to try and move the buck's hands out of the way. "I'm good at this part," she claims.
The buck reluctantly moves his hands out of the way. He can still hear slice echoing in his ears.
For the next few minutes, the doe gently massages everything that isn't swollen.. until it is, just not in the painful way. She's very good with her fingers and tongue, but doesn't seem intent on doing more than being arousing just yet.
This does seem to get Bucktraum to relax some. While things still throb and hurt, he's at least not breathing rapidly now or feeling the urge to try to run. "That is a bit better," he admits after a bit. He does wish she would do more than arouse him, though, as it might help reduce the pressure.
"Lie back," the doe instructs. "It'll be easier if you spread out your legs more.."
Bucktraum warily lies back and does spread his legs, hoping it will help with the pain.
It does seem to relieve the pressure slightly, and the doe resumes her massage. The other does begin to arrive then, bringing in supplies.
"Gorphat ... what has happened to me?" The buck thinks as he relaxes a bit more; the doe is helping ease his nerves. When others arrive, he panics a little, but not nearly as much as he would have a moment ago.
The others begin to set up a wooden frame on the floor around the buck, commenting to one another on the green fur look. "Hahaha!" comes a familiar cackle when Hortense arrives. "Is he ready yet?" she demands.
"Almost, Mistress," the harem replies.
"You can all go home! I'm fine!" Bucktraum calls out.
Hortense looks down at the buck and places a foot on his belly. "Home is where the Hurt is, don't you know?" she says, as the does begin to bind the buck's wrists and ankles to the frame, keeping him spread out.
"I'm already hurting a lot," Bucktraum claims to the crazy cat, "You don't need to add to it!"
"Bah, you're unqualified to be properly in pain without professional assistance," Hortense claims, and directs the does to add an additional framework to the first - this one an arch, with what looks like an adjustable clamp at the peak. The peak which is positioned right over the buck's own doe-induced peak.
"Couldn't you have spared someone to help me carry my gear?" Mordecai complains on arrival to the chamber.
"Hah! I am well versed in pain," Bucktraums claimed, trying to not sound as worried as he feels right now! The framework holding him and arching over him is making him very nervous. And hearing the bat makes him squeak and jerk in the frame, rattling it!
"No squirming without permission," the feline dominatrix claims, and produces a something wrapped in black Zolk. She slowly unwraps it to reveal a gold-coated.. stick? It's long and perfectly straight, and rather thin, so must be metal or glass.. "Now hold still while I insert the catheter."
Bucktraum's eyes go wide. He suspects that is going someplace he really doesn't want it to! "Uhm, you really, really don't have to do that," the buck squeaks timidly, ears limp. He's biting his lip again, too. The feline terrifies this form, that's for certain.
The catheter is attached to the clamp, and slowly lowered via a screw mechanism. "Don't be silly, of course you have to have this inserted to keep things still so Mordecai can work," the cat notes, while the first doe helpfully holds the target in place.. and then guides the catheter in when it's low enough.
And bucktraum watches all this in horror. He just knows it's going to hurt, too! Things already hurt down there below that, and now it'll hurt above it too! His toes and fingers wiggle like mad as he starts to panic.
It does hurt at first.. then gets worse. It appears that Hortense intends for the device to go all the way down to the root. Of course, the doe is also working to keep up the buck's arousal at the same time. Mordecai sets his case down between the buck's legs, and of course it's his tattooing kit..
"Owwwwwwwwwwww," Bucktraum whines. As thin as that tube looked, it feels huge inside him; an intense pressure about as bad as the pressure he feels between his legs. His ears twist all over the place and his fingers and toes do a mad dance as he tries to fins any sort of relief from the discomfort.
"You haven't even shaved him yet," Mordecai points out to Hortense, who rolls her eyes and says, "Can't you see I'm busy still! Have some patience!" She accidentally wiggles the clamp when she talks to the albino Eeee, which sends all sorts of weird stimulation into Bucktraum. It probably would not be good to get too stimulated with that thing inserted though!
Bucktraum makes a rather contorted face when that bizarre sensation ripples through him. "Ergpthmmph," he complains incoherently. He though just being sore earlier was bad, this is worse!
Hortense returns her focus to the catheter insertion again, and is very careful (and thus slow) about it. It takes several minutes to traverse a few inches, and then she declares it finished.. and reaches down to wrap something around the base of the buck's buckness.. probably to keep the blood from leaving!
"Please take that out," Bucktraum whimpers at the cat. The poor buck is writhing in the frame.
"All in due time," Hortense purrs. From her bag next comes a glass-bladed razor. "This part at least should be easier, since you're already inflated down there. I won't have to have anyone stretch out the skin! Lucky day!"
"Not lucky for me," the poor buck whimpers. So that is what they were talking about shaving.
The other does then try to keep the buck calm and distracted.. by blocking his view, cuddling up, and kissing and rubbing on him. It's not quite enough to keep him from feeling the razor, but Hortense has very steady hands.
Plus the constant discomfort helps to not think about the razor either; though things get colder down there over time! "Why do I always get into these situations?" the buck thinks. The does are nice, but the frame and things stuck into him are not. Not to mention the swelling down there; his bits are huge!
While be smothered by does, the buck also misses on seeing Mordecai's preparations. But as soon as Hortense finishes the shave, the sting of the tattooing needle is felt on the intubated and immobilized part of him. Of course Gorphat would want tattoos..
Bucktraum squeaks around a kiss when the needle starts on him! The tube was bad enough, but needles working in designs while the tube provides pressure makes it even worse! His body tries to jerk, but the frame holds him completely still. "Gorphat is making sure those bits are utterly Hers, I guess," the poor buck thinks in fear.
At least he has a good idea of what is being tattooed.. since in what seems like another life now Phlagaea had painted the markings on. Which means it's going to be a wrap-around priapism curse, most likely.
He's worried about what curse it probably is, yes. But, the swelling of the bits below it did not happen with Phlagaea. That worries him even more, and that it was shaved means there are tattoos meant for that too. "Is this necessary?" he thinks, or perhaps prays.
At least the does keep the parts of him that can move (his head, basically) as occupied as they can. As with all things Gorphat, it's a balance of discomfort and pleasure.. and helplessness. All so that the buck can overcome and be stronger, of course! If only the whole part about needles had been mentioned in the fine print. So many needles!
And they never get any easier to endure! No matter how many times a needle goes in, it always hurts the same amount the next time! He tries to just focus on the does now and ignore the hurt going on down below as much as he can since he cannot stop it in any way. He's ... giving in to whatever the Goddess wishes, it seems.
Things should have gone numb by now, but Mordecai works fast to get around any issues related to cutting off the flow of blood. "You don't have to rush," Hortense insists. "It's not going to fall off, trust me. I know how long this can be maintained safely... through lots of experimentation!"
Bucktraum wishes he hasn't heard that! At this point if it fell off it might be a blessing in itself! "You really don't have to do this," the buck repeats when he has a free moment. It's short-lived as a nice doe part is soon nestled right back over it occupying it, his tongue, and interrupting any ability to speak! And even with the pain below, buck instinct forces him to 'service' the doe that has presented herself so nicely.
The throbbing pain from the tattooing is intensified as alcohol is applied to clean away any remaining blood or ink, but this is almost balanced by the relief of having the restriction band removed so blood could flow normally again! Nothing is done about removing the catheter however, and the alcohol rub to prepare the shaved area of his bloated scrotum isn't exactly pleasant.
"Ow, ow, ow," Bucktraum thinks as the alchohol burns. But, it also soothes a bit as it feels cool. He'll take what he can get. Well, up to the point he shaved area is prepped. That makes him whimper again.
The does move away from the buck's mouth before the first needle is applied. The pain is.. well, as intense as the pleasure Nikky felt, in the opposite direction.
This causes the buck to try out in pain and jerk hard in the frame. It thankfully holds him still ... but tears do start running down his cheeks. He's not sure he ever felt pain like that before.
Just to be 'safe', Hortense places a leather strap in the buck's mouth so he has something to bite down on. "Give it time.." she purrs to him while running her claws through his chest fur.
Boy does Bucktraum bite down, too! That really hurts. Far worse than the earlier tattooing did, for certain. Fingers and toes are completely splayed too.
The pain keeps going.. but it does change. After a few minutes, it stops registering as pain, since it's just too intense. The result is a euphoric rush instead.
"Brugupthththth," Bucktraum grumbles around the leather strap. The sensation is ... disturbing. Grateful that things no longer quite hurt, but the rush is just wrong. And none of it is likely doing anything to actually drain that pressure.
Hortense plays with the buck as well, which doesn't help the confusion. Especially when she keeps him rigid via teasing.. and even rubs her nethers against it, until Mordecai complains, "I'm trying to work down here, and I don't need your tail slapping my ears.."
It's also disturbing that it feels kind of good when she does that and it does distract! Though it's also short-lived ... which may also be good because coming to peak with that rod in place would likely not be good.
"Fine," Hortense hisses, and stops. "I'll just have to wait until after he's pumped then."
"Pumped?" the buck squeaks in alarm?!
"Don't worry about it," Hortense says, and kisses the Lapi's forehead. "You'll be glad afterwards!"
"It doesn't sound like a good thing!" Bucktraum insists. "What is he drawing down there?"
"It's all squiggles to me, hon," Hortense claims. "Probably some sort of horrible curse. Or anti-curse. Is that a thing? An anti-curse?"
"Well, yes, it is," Bucktraum admits. "Why do all of you like torturing me so much?"
"Oh, my, I enjoy torturing everyone," Hortense claims with a purr. "Don't you enjoy my little attentions? It's all for the Kindly Ones, after all."
"It isn't very enjoyable," Bucktraum admits.
"What a cruel thing to say," Hortense pouts. "Am I too dull for you?"
"No no no," Bucktraum says quickly, "I didn't say that! I like you!"
The feline smiles, and asks, "Well.. tell me how much you like me then?"
"Enough that were I not already claimed I would beg to be part of your harem?" Bucktraum suggests.
"Oooo... now, which version of you is volunteering?" Hortense asks. "Or do I get to pick?" At least its distracting from the pain-euphoria a bit.. even if the cat is using her claws now and then on the buck's chest.
"Well, you already own the unicorn-mare," Bucktraum points out as he stares, wide-eyed, at Hortense. "Is there another you prefer?"
"Hmmm.. well the Savanite has his charms, as does the rat," Hortense says, and purrs. "I do love to play with rats.. And this green buck.. may show promise. Bucks can be so much fun, even when they're terrified!"
"You would have to ask Gorphat for ... permission to play with this one," Bucktraum claims.
There's a sudden burning sensation.. another alcohol rub! It makes the throbbing come to the forefront again. "Permission? Do you think I do all of this for free? I get to take whatever payment I desire out of you.."
"Finished," Mordecai reports, and stands up to stretch and unkink his back. "It's a lot easier when I have a chair," he notes.
"Ow!" Bucktraum squeaks from the pain. "You do?" he asks of the cat soon after. Somehow, the idea of that is terrifying! Hortense' desires rivals the Kindly Ones.
"Well, I suppose we can use the pump now then!" Hortense says, sliding off of the buck and returning to the catheter clamp.
"His skin is going to be a bit sensitive.." Mordecai starts to say.
Okay, the buck is back to being terrified again! "Do you have to ... what is ... sensitive?" the poor terrified buck squeaks and squirms. He's also back to staring at that clamp ... and his flesh now that he can see some of what the bat did.
There's a few markings visible on the exposed skin.. and things are still erect, despite everything. But those symbols may be the reason for that. There are also markings lower down.. which don't look like symbols at all, but drawings. They are little more than triangular points along the sides from this angle though.
"What did you tattoo on my swollen bits?" Bucktraum asks of Mordecai.
"He'll be fine," Hortense says, and starts cranking the catheter back out.. far more quickly than she inserted it.
"Owwww!" squeaks Bucktraum as the catheter is drawn out! It hurts and leaves him feeling oddly empty.
"Oh.. it isn't a curse.. well, on the shaft it is of course, but the rest isn't.." Mordecai says. "You'll be able to see for yourself when you're restraints are removed.."
"That area feels cursed," Bucktraum complains.
The catheter exits fully, and the does unhook the arch and carry it off, while others roll over the familiar pump. Instead of the suction cups it's fitted with a sleeve of sorts, leaving little doubt as to where the suction is going to be applied.
Bucktraum's ears wilt. "Oh Goddess, that thing," he whimpers weakly.
Hortense slips the sleeve into place, and says, "Now, you're going to think this is torture, but trust me.. you will be very grateful for what is about to happen." And then she winks at the buck before the pump is started.
"We'll see about that," Bucktraum mutters. His toes curl and fingers draw into fists whe he hears the pump start up!
Of course it hurts the recently tattooed skin! And hurts in other ways as well.. until suddenly it feels like he's releasing.. very, very slowly. He can feel the length of the plumbing involved, and it's like drawing out syrup.
Bucktraum's back arches slightly and his teeth clench. Lips draw back too in a pained snarl! She wasn't kidding when she said it would feel like torture. "Owwwww," he hisses out as he feels very sow and thick movement through his innards.
It takes a minute or more before the sensation reaches the tip.. and soon after that the pump is shut off and Hortense removes the sleeve. About an inch of string seems to be coming out of Bucktraum, but it's also wiggling. Hortense grabs it with some forceps, and begins to slowly pull it out. And out and out and out! It's like a tapeworm, and the buck can feel the movement through every inch.. and it feels amazing to have it pulled out.
Bucktraum's eyes are huge. "That was inside me? In there? HOW?" the buck thinks in panic. The feeling of it being pulled out though, true to Hortense' word, is a good thing. A relief. "How did that get in there?" he gasps.
"Obviously Gorphat put it there so your skin would be taut enough for tattooing," Hortense says, pulling out another foot of worm. That's not all that comes out, as it's causing the buck to orgasm as part of the process.
"There won't be more, will there?" Bucktraum says right before he shudders and starts muttering as pleasure finally rolls through him. "/At least they aren't leaving it in," he thinks, grateful.
The swelling goes down as the parasite is extracted.. foot after foot of it. How long is it?
Bucktraum breathes in and out slowly, feeling relieved that the pressure is finally reducing. He's trying to not think of how long it is. He just hopes it is the only one.
"Not for me to say," Hortense answers. One of the does is stuffing the worm into a big jar as the cat pulls it out. "Are you still upset about the pump now?" she asks teasingly, and gives a few short tugs that send more shivers up the buck's spine.
"Not at the moment, now," Bucktraum admits. "What are you going to do with it?" The tugs then cause several squeaks ... and several impressive releases along with the worm.
"I'm sure I can find it a new home in someone," Hortense says with a wicked grin. "Pulling it out has such an interesting effect, after all." The last foot is finally removed, followed by an large spurt of fluids, and the last of the pressure is gone finally.
"Er, how does it get into someone?" Bucktraum asks in spite of himself.
"Same way it comes out!" Hortense says. The jar is sealed, and the does begin to untie the buck.
And the buck sighs and settles against the floor, the throbbing ache in that spot finally relieved. He may be able to walk again! He's still twitching here and there and the aftershocks of the removal dribble out.
There's no sign of the other swelling going down though. The priapism curse may already be in effect.
But at least it isn't as painful! And soon he may be able to inspect the odd tattoo the bat did to him. He looks over to the bat, too, wondering if the Eeee still likes ... the person, even in this form.
"You held up well," Mordecai says with a half-grin. He's got his Lapi-fur cloak on, so it's hard to tell if he's affected by all that's just happened or not. "I look forward to meeting the doe as well.."
"You don't have to go," Bucktraum says in spite of himself. "And you have plans for the doe too?"
"I don't have plans," the Eeee admits. "But I do not know the will of the Kindly Ones until the Muse speaks to me. But I do know that Gorphat likes to mark her property." He even tips his head to meaningfully glance down at his recent work.
If free, Bucktraum will finally try to get a good look at the work below the priapism curse. All he could see was triangles, which is ... strange.
Sitting up, he can finally get a better look.. at wrinkles. There are lines that connect to the shaved area, but unless the skin is pulled out flat it's unlikely to look like anything meaningful.
Gently, Bucktraum tries to stretch out the skin to get a look at it. It will probably hurt, but ... the buck is curious.
Once stretched out, the outlined visage of a grinning Gorphat looks up at the buck. The lines are meant to define her arms, reaching up to dig her claws cartoonishly into the buck's permanently engorged trunk.
Bucktraum's brow arches. "That is ... strange," the buck thinks. He releases the skin and lets it wrinkle back up. He does feel around a few seconds though to make sure nothing else is in there that shouldn't be. "So, ah, I'm free to go, right?" the buck asks hopefully. He also cannot help himself and stares at the permanently cursed flesh. It'll be awkward; but he is Gorphat's property, all bits included. So she can do what she likes.
A doe clears her throat, and Bucktraum realizes he's surrounded. And Hortense is standing at his feet, removing her own attire. "Well.. we still have test that you're properly cursed," she notes. "There are only seven of us though, so.. it will probably hurt after awhile. Or not! The girls so seldom get a buck to play with.."
Bucktraum whimpers. He'll have the same staying power as Fluffer now! But ... egad he's got a lot of them to satisfy. The buck probably does not have the endurance. It'll all make him stronger, right? Or worst case it'll amuse Gorphat, which is at least ... something? He struggles to his feet, his body in permanent salute. "We who are about to fornicate..." the buck mutters ... then dives in!