Sometimes there is just too much to think about. Dealing with Mages, Thath, Sunala and potentially the ghosts of the Sabaoth and High Princess Saraizadze needs to be handled in small chunks, but untangling the whole knot of thoughts involved has to be dealt with first in order to focus on said chunks. And there's one surefire way to reset the brain to an uncluttered state..
The big tent is as Nicora last saw it, with bunk beds stacked three high around the perimeter where the multitudinous branching tendrils of Blarf can reach all of the patients. Translucent patches on the tentacle-branches show fluids being moved about - blood and others, being purified through the alien plant-worm or transfused between patients as needed. And at the very top is the creature's 'milking chamber' of a mouth.
Nicora rubs her forehead as she stares at this alien thing before her. It's even more disturbing of a thought to know that it sort of came from her. Granted, she hosted it moreso than it was her actual child, but still. She rolls her chin as she paces before it, conflicted with whether she should go through with this. It's true that it will blank her mind for a bit ... but it's also got other effects that can be equally worrisome given what Gorphat claimed in the ... dream the other day.
Given how much it's grown.. the thought of where all the others ended up might creep about in the back of the Eeee's mind. The Yodhsunala have one, somewhere!
Nicora shudders. She decides she may as well tend to this duty as it does help the others here. So, she start stripping off her bandages in preparation; her clammy, almost amphibian-like skin glistening.
She's got privacy, for what it's worth. The patients are all unconscious (although a few are moaning or squirming... no telling where Blarf is plugged into them under the blankets), and the Yodhrinala have closed the main flap.
Nicora rubs her hands over her skin. It always has a slight slimy feel to it now. She cannot even remember what it was like for this body to feel normal. This is her normal now, blessed be to Gorphat ... and all that. She inhales and spreads her wings, then takes off so that she can rise, then land upon Blarf's rim.
The great creature trembles a bit as Nicora lands, then opens its maw and grabs her with the tentacles within, swallowing her up in a gulp! Blarf needs to learn patience. He already has all the suction appendages attached before Nicora can really react.
Nicora squeaks! She wasn't expecting it to act that fast! By the time she blinks she's covered in suction ... and she feels bits of the create shoved deep inside her down below; filling so that it can stimulate production. The curse down there makes any sort of intrusion very noticeable, after all! "You need to ... wait for me to give myself to you. This is not dignified," she thinks. Like feeding yourself to a monster is ever dignified? The next thing she knows is one of the tentacles pushes into her surprised and parted jaws, too. Every orifice is filled now. Ugh.
It's a good thing.. there's air in that tube. Fully engulfed, Nicora finds herself underwater! Well.. probably not water but monster saliva of some sort. Then comes the shaking and swirling, as if she were being sloshed back and forth between cheeks.
"Why do I do this again?" Nicora wonders, feeling vaguely queasy. She knows the suckling is coming and she's preparing for it ... and for the fact the bit between her legs is turning her on. She has been ... trained well to respond such to monsters it seems.
The sloshing eventually dies down, while the suckling and stimulation continue unabated. In the fluid medium, Nicora feels weightless. All of the supporting tendrils help with that as well. It's dark and warm and womblike, even if the umbilical flow is in the opposite direction.
Nicora is grateful she doesn't have a tentacle shoved into her navel; that would make this even more disturbing. It's bad enough her mind is already going foggy as hormones side and she starts feeling very stimulated. Every twitch and ripple within her causes mind-numbing ripples throughout her body. Everything tingles.
Even in the darkness, Nicora can tell when there's another person present.. auras are pretty obvious close up. And she's not the only one in the tentacle-hole! The other Eeee isn't very conscious though, and is likely just as plugged in to Blarf.. with one exception, which becomes obvious when he's suddenly plugged into her. Blarf does all the rest, like a puppeteer.
"What the heck!?" Nicora thinks, shocked in this disturbing darkness! She's never been used quite so much like a puppet to have sex before! IS this another jab at how Nikky is a puppet of Inala? It wouldn't surprise Nicora at all. She just has to wonder ... who the heck in in here in her?!
It isn't clear just what Blarf is up to.. unless this is part of some treatment for the other 'patient'.
This treatment will cause her pain, though! When her building body climaxes, pain will be her reward! And there is nothing she can do about it, save moan into the tube in her mouth! Gods, she fills so full, but then the swelling for her curse causes that.
Comatose or not, the man's autonomic functions know what to do. He doesn't even last all that long! But then he's immediately replaced with another one.. and whisked away. From the outside.. is Blarf just slurping down men and spitting them back out again?
And each release within her causes pain to grow, an almost allergic reaction (well supernatural) one to the release of male fluids within her! She bucks and squirms in this prison. Why is Blarf doing this, though? What does he gain from it? She doesn't think it makes her produce much more fluids!
There's a change in the tingles though each time. And a third patient is added in! Could Blarf be harvesting something that's only produced by the pain reaction?
IT's hard to even consider that since her lions are on fire now. Every muscle and inch of her insides burn! "Gods," she thinks, trying to not bite too hard on the tentacle in her jaws, "Must endure or Gorphat will be mad."
Four.. five.. SIX! How many guys were in the bunks? Or is Blarf just recycling the same few and tweaking their hormones? Finally, though, the tentacle returns after the last one is unplugged, and does its 'cleaning' thing which really isn't cleaning but best to just think of it that way.
Nicora is impressed that blarf can get the tentacle back in her after that; her muscles are clenching down tight now. So, naturally this makes him feel like a rhian bedding a skeek! She twitches and writes within this dark embrace. She spends so much time in slime, is it any wonder her skin has taken on its feel?
Blarf seems to start sucking a bit harder now too. It's not painful though - it just means Nicora's body responds by upping production. Which tends to 'soothe' the other ache.. slowly. And then there's light! Nicora's head pops up through the top of the tentacle-tangled maw.
And Nicora tries to spit out the tentacle in her jaws! "Oh thank Gods, am I free?" she wonders, then winces. Oh ugh, she can literally feel her body producing its ... slime and that it's being sucked out from, well, face it, Gorphat's Wound. There is no way that area of her could ever be considered Inala's Gate anymore.
The snorkel-tentacle withdraws, but Nicora is still held fast. And the suckling suddenly stops.. but not the production. Which means pressure is building.
"Nnngh!" Nicora groans. She can feel her gut swelling; the weight and stretch of the skin there is a well known sensation for her. She bets she's distending visibly already. "What are you doing?" the Yodhgorphat wonders.
The suction returns, redoubled. It feels wonderful at that point, relieving the pressure!
Nicora lets out a long breath as a sigh! "Oh thank you," she thinks. She was worried Blarf was going to leave herlike that!
Things continue until Nicora feels dry, and then Blarf lifts her back up fully, so that she's laying atop him now. She's still got a thin coat of slime on her, but somehow feels 'cleaned' all the same.
And Nicora lays there, gasping for breath. It's a good few minutes before she can shakily feel over herself and make sure she's all intact and not overly bloated anywhere. "I'm insane for doing this. I have to be," she thinks.
At least the patients aren't moaning anymore. If anything, Nicora looks a bit.. thinner. Her skin seems looser than usual.
Nicora sits up slowly and tugs at her skin. "What?" she wonders. Maybe she just burned a lot of 'food' and so, fat.
Fat seems to be the key.. in that she seems to be missing it. At least, some of the fat. Where her skin isn't saggy she can see muscle definition.
"So, I just need to gain some weight back," Nicora thinks, feeling somewhat relieved. She shakily spreads her wings and tries to fly off of Blarf.
That at least is easy, even if she feels slightly wobbly back on the ground.
Nicora collects her bandages and walks, weaving a bit, as she heads out of the tent. "I can't do that too often, I can't get much thinner," the Eeee frets.
"Are you alright, Yodhgorphat Scourge?" the Yodhrinala at the tent flap asks. "Do you need assistance with your bandages?"
"No, I am fine. I will be returning to the temple to rest for a bit," the Yodhgorphat claims. Though that's really so she can drop the bandages and leave through the secret exit. She wanted to test some things away from the temple related to Gorphat's ... gifts to her.
Nicora receives plenty of attention along the way, from bowing 'green stripers' to others that offer to carry her or give her food or similar gifts. Eventually Brutus appears as her escort, which lowers the number of people that try to approach her.
The offers of food and gifts are politely declined, and instead she suggests offering them to the sick, or directly as offerings to the Temple and Gorphat instead. As for the horrib, Nicora offers for Brutus to land on her back should he wish. She even offers for him to impale her down below if he wishes. HE did spend a lot of time that way with her, after all.
The horrib does take up his customary position, mimicking Nicora's horrib tattoo and looking over her shoulder. Things aren't too busy in the temple proper, where recover 'rooms' have been constructed of debris from the Streets Below, matching the shanty-town chic outside. Fon greets Nicora at the entry to the inner Temple, bowing deeply. "It is good to see you again, High Priestess," the man says.
"Good day to you, Fon," Nicora intones as she nods her head slightly to the man. "Is there any news or items that require my attention?"
"Things have been running smoothly, Your Effluence," the man says. "Supply distribution is much simpler now that so many have gone to work at the second sanctuary settlement on Mount Blakat."
"Good. I am glad things are working and do not require constant attention. I can focus on wider concerns for the city now," Nicora claims as she walks, still naked, into the inner Temple.
The Hoshim are the size of children now, and cluster around the Queen, who cradles the infant Hoshuosin to her breast. At first glance, the child might pass for an Eeee, until the armored sections became apparent. His tail is curled up though. Penance is always nearby though, looking fretful. "Oh, High Priestess!" she greets.
"Good morning, Yodhgorpha Penance," Yodhgorphat Scource says oozily, she draws it out a bit in other words. "How are you doing? Recovering? How is your child?" she inquires as she goes to the Queen to check for herself.
The Queen hugs the infant close, and the Hoshim buzz their wings in alarm, but don't try to stop Nicora from approaching. "They don't let me handle him for very long," Penance laments. "It's difficult because.. I still want him to nurse, after all."
Nicora leans in to the Queen and tests something; she sees if the Queen will let her nurse. Why? she's curious. If she does, then Nicora will nurse for a few seconds. If not, well, she'll just address Penance sooner, telling her that, "The Queen is the one to mostly feed the child. It is her duty. But .... give her time and she may allow you more time with him."
"Mosser," the Queen hisses when Nicora leans in, but shifts Hoshuosin to the breast the Eeee seemed interested in.
Nicora looks amused and draws back. She does at least reach out and lightly touch the child with a finger. That hand is drawn back and she turns to Penance and explains what the Queen's duty is, then adds to it, "But do give her time. You will get time with him."
"It's just that.. he's mine.. isn't he?" Penance asks, a bit uncertainly. "He doesn't look like the others.."
"He is special to Gorphat," Nicora says kindly and pats Penance's shoulder, "All of the Temple will help raise him." The then turns to the Queen again and notes, "You will allow Penance time with the child. Do you understand?"
"Sssss," the Queen replies, which is sort of 'yes' at least.
Nicora gestures for Penance to approach and reach for the child carefully.
The girl does approach slowly, and reaches out with just one hand to run her fingers through the child's fur, where it shows. "Thank you," she says to the Queen.
Nicora steps back. "I will allow you to bond in peace," she offers; the High Priestess withdrawing from the room slowly.
Penance seems happy with the situation at least, and some of the Hoshim pat her legs.
Nicora shoos Brutus off her back. Once he leaves, she closes the door and sets her bandages on her bed, then sits on the edge. "Surely Gorphat didn't actually do what happened to the Buck in that dream. That was just ... ugh," she thinks, closing her eyes. She breathes in, then out slowly. As the breath flows out, she slowly disappears into shadow. She intends to become a he, the Buck Gorphat claimed so ... completely.
Changing into the Buck isn't something Nicora usually has to do on her own.. Gorphat brings about the transformation more often than not. And there's just a slight bit of resistance when doing it herself. Still, the Buck emerges from the Shadow.. and then starts to change on his own. Mostly this seems to be the green fur, implying that it isn't 'built in' to the kenned model. After that, the arousal kicks in. It isn't painful, but.. something feels just a bit off. It looks normal, but the large surface veins seem to bulge and pulsate more than usual.
"Ugh," Bucktraum rumbles as he blinks and orients himself, trying to get used to the body again. The ache in his groin is sure familiar enough and makes him grunt and wince. Still, he feels better seeing it looking a lot more normal. But in case looks are deceiving, he reaches down and feels around that area as well as the pulsating veins, then even the tip.
It feels normal. Mostly. The skin seems a bit rougher. And.. it moves a bit. The skin that is. All by itself. And then the tugging sensations start, right at the root. As if it was trying to make the buck follow it.
The buck's brow goes up. "Eh?" he asks, feeling really weirded out right now. But, he does rise and well, tries to follow it. "This is something that only happens when you are drunk," he thinks.
The guiding tugs, unsurprisingly, lead to the closed door of the suite.
Bucktraum opens the door and heads out, following the rather odd 'tug'. "This is not happening," he thinks.
The trail ends soon enough, at the entrance to the Horrib Lair. Penance is done petting the child, and doing something else: cleaning up. Babies poop, after all. This involves being on her hands and knees though, and swaying her exposed rear as she mops things up with a rag.
And the buck is throbbing ... and he's a lapi ... and before he knows it, instinct kicks in. The buck enters the room and runs his hands over Penance' back. "Hello there," he murmurs at her. "Care for a little bunny fun?" he coos.
"What?" Penance asks, looking over her shoulder. "I.. know you.. don't I?" she asks. "You're the father, aren't you?"
"Sort of," the lapi coos, and smiles widely. He then reaches down and rubs the Yodhgorphat gently between her legs. "We did spend a lot of time together."
"Oh... ooooo!" Penance replies and responds to the rubbing. This gets her back onto her feet to face the buck. "Could you.. uh.." she starts to ask, but looks embarrassed. Finally she just squeezes her own breasts to show that she's lactating.
The buck actually puts his hands on her hips and lifts her up. Without asking, he pushes her against the wall, into an alcove ... then inside the Yodhgorphat! "But of course," he murmurs to her, head pressing into her chest and he starts nursing while she is impaled upon him! Yes, definitely a male lapi ... and no cold shower in sight.
Penance makes sounds of surprise, but isn't exactly non-receptive! When she gets her legs up and around the Lapi's waist, it's clear that she's pretty happy with the situation.. more so than just having the ache in her breasts dealt with.
And the buck does what bunnies do best; his hips get moving. It's total instinct, really. The buck isn't even realizing how forward that was! And so while his hips grind, the buck nurses away! He suspects she'll taste better than Nicora does!
Young Eeee milk is pretty sweet, at least to the buck's tastebuds (of course, it's always different depending on which form is doing the tasting). And despite the recent birth, Penance is still fairly firm where it matters, and very warm. Going on instinct however, means the buck isn't likely to hold back when things start to peak!
And nope, the buck doesn't hold back. He just keeps going until he can feel the rush building ... then explode from him in a surge of lapi wonder! Also amazing, the buck never stop suckling the entire time! Bunnies really are built for this; breeding machines.
The burst is way more intense than usual, such that it seems to reach down to the buck's toes. But it's accompanied by a tearing sensation.. one that starts deep. There's a second release, of a more physical sort, when things literally separate, leaving part of the buck inside Penance!
The buck squeaks and curries back, dumping Penance on her butt! He clenches at himself down below and runs out of the room! "Nononononono," he says over and over as he runs deep into the Temple! "She really did it!" he thinks in horror.
Where he grasps.. something like fingers seem to touch him back! Penance is still moaning after he runs out - Lapi ears mean he can't block that out. Whatever was left behind is still working at the girl.
And the buck keeps running, ears folded back! Only once he is deep within the Temple does he stop ... and look down at his mangled groin.
At last there isn't a gaping hole! It looks like.. a peeled fruit. There are six lobes clenching together.. and it's clear that each one can move independently, since they squirm a bit to reset themselves, revealing.. well, it might be a mouth of sorts, if a very narrow one. Still.. there might be teeth on the inside of the lobe-finger-tentacles.
The Buck's eyes go huge! Terrified, yet unable to stop himself, he reaches down to feel inside.
There's not much room, and the fingers have ridges that are rather toothlike.. either for clasping onto things or as part of whatever mechanism let them seamlessly hold onto the rest of the structure. But now, even odder.. the tugging sensation is back.
The buck tries to figure out where it is trying to tug him now.
The tugs lead the buck through the bowels of the temple, until he finds himself someplace familiar..
The tugs are definitely leading into the pool.
The buck looks confused but enters the pool. He has been in it before, after all.
Once waist deep, he can feel activity. The little 'mouth' is open.. and eating worms.
The buck's eats twitch. "Oh dear Gorphat," the lapi says, aghast. What has she done to him? It's like he has a little monster vagina or something. He quivers all over.
At least there doesn't seem to be any swallowing involved, which just makes it more bizarre. As the worms are 'devoured' the flesh of the lobes increases. It takes some time, but eventually they reach the length of the former severed member, then 'seal up' at the seams and take on the appropriate shape and texture as the original. Although, there is a burst of slimy discharge at the end.
"Ugh," the buck says and leaves the pool now, feeling ill. Though not in pain, he walks, bow-legged, as if afraid of what is attached to him. He has to get out the the Temple for a bit now. He must know if outside of the temple Gorphat has less control.
There are a few 'hidden' ways out of the Temple that the buck knows of. And they all have the important feature of not being home to any females. There are a few weak tugs every know and then from the once again proudly erect crotch-monster, but nothing insistent. The buck emerges near the old trash dump, which has been thoroughly picked over by scavengers over the years. In the dim light, the larger dump that is the Streets Below stretches out.
The buck breathes a soft sigh of releaf and makes his way away from the Temple to the closest ruined building he can find. It should hopefully be a safe place to test two things. First, if he can pee. Second ... if shifting to the doe comes sudden with the urges and animal lust, or not. If the lust comes ... people should be close enough to satiate it. Hopefully. Time will tell!
The first experiment goes well, which means there isn't bladder-beast as well, and nothing leaks.
"Oh thank you," Bucktraum says, sounding very relieved. The buck then slips into the shell of the ruins and drops to all fours. "Test two, I wish myself luck," the buck murmurs, closing his eyes. Like before as he breathes out, the shadow oozes out and engulfs him. Buck to doe; this should be a simpler shift since it is a small change to the existing form, more or less...
There's less resistance this time, certainly - but the doe is just a doe with green fur and a hormone imbalance, not something with detachable body parts. When the change finishes.. Taahira crouches in place of the buck, and while she certainly feels like she's in heat, she's not compelled to mount the architecture.
Taahira stands up and stretches. "Wow, I can think," the doe admits in wonder, "And sure, I want something ... but not to the point of losing everything else." And to test if she can be satisfied more 'easily', she sits right back down and uses her fingers to see if she can just satisfy herself since there are no males nearby. She knows how to do this pretty well too, as well, Nikkyform is a master of it. That skreek is a trisexual, afterall. She tries anything.
There's some relief, but it doesn't really last. And the doe's overall arousal doesn't seem so intense.. just there so that it could go crazy if stimulated a bit. It's like a tension running through her body.
But, and this is the good part ... she isn't under Gorphat's control outside of the temple! Whoo!
There's some motion in the rubble at the cheer. And it seems to be coming from all directions.
Feeling somewhat relieved that she isn't a complete animal except under direct Gorphat control ... wait, what? The doe jerks upright and then jumps to her feet! "What, what?" she says, lapi panic starting to kick in and the desire to flee coming forward.
Bugs. Like a living carpet, beetles, ants and centipedes emerge from the debri and surround the doe. There is even sound of them on the ceiling overhead.. and the walls!
The doe squeals! And runs! "Bugs, bugs! Everywhere bugs! Must escape!" she thinks in panic.
Wherever she sets foot.. there's crunching, and very little traction! One particularly juicy beetle causes the doe's foot to slip forward drastically, sending her backwards and off balance, poised to fall into the bug-swarm.
The doe's arms flail wildly! "Noooooo!" she squeals in wild panic. Does are not particularly well-balanced, and backwards she goes ... right into the swarm of bugs. Abject terror swells in the doe; the reaction of prey under 'attack'.
The carpet flows over her, with bugs 'linking up' to create a living net. Larger centipedes crawl over her head and ears as well. "You are my creature," the collective clicking of the insects whispers. A mound of them rises up at the doe's feet, looming up and up and taking on a rough Eeee-shape.
The does ears splay out wide! "Oh no ... Gorphat?" the doe thinks. She can't actually manage to speak, panic is just making her chitter like a wild animal. She wasn't trying to escape Gorphat completely, honest! She was just testing how far things ... went. That's okay, right?
Talking is even less of an option as one of the giant centipedes wraps itself around the doe's throat. "On Ashtoreth, the locals have created insects that serve as jewelry," Bug-Gorphat says, her mouth dripping ants and smaller insects as she talks. "That notion appeals to me.."
The doe gasps in and coughs as the large centipede wraps her throat. "But, but, I meant no offence," she manages out in a gasping whisper panicked before the centipede gets too tight to talk at all. "I know I'm your rut-animal." She tries to sink even lower, eyes wide and every part of her quivering with terror. She probably reeks of terror.
"Then why did you seek the limits of your purpose?" the bug-monster asks. As bugs swarm over her, leaving just her face exposed, the doe can feel her ears being pushed together.. and stretched.
"I just wanted to know," the doe admits in a choked whisper. The tugging on her ears makes a ball gorm in her throat as she tries to swallow. She can practically taste the urge to run ... and she cannot help herself ... her ears ti to pull apart and pull out of the mass of bugs. Lapi ear movement is important to them.
Once the ears are lined up.. the pain starts. Curved-jaw beetles bite through the sensitive flesh along the touching edges, and lock their jaws in place. This happens ten times, until the real pain starts. Something begins to chew through her ears near the tips, like a caterpillar eating a hole into a leaf.
The doe cries out in pain! That hurts. A lot. It's like the ridges of her ears are on fire ... and when the chewing beings it's agony. Of course the cries may be sort lived if Gorphat has that centipede around her neck tighten any further. Her base ear muscles strain and pull, trying to separate her ears, get them to move ... anything to shake those creatures off.
Even moving her head causes the neck-centipede to hiss and dig its sharp feet in.. much more and it'll draw blood! The torture continues, as both ears get substantial holes chewed into them.. and then the ends are further yanked and pulled until they overlap, which is extremely uncomfortable. If they scar like that, they'd be fused! Instead there is a terrible pinching sensation, as if a hundred needles were being used to join the ragged edges together.
The doe starts coughing again; she can barely breathe now! Survival instinct kicks in and she goes completely still, even with her ears in agony. "Gorphat is mutilating my ears!" the doe thinks in horror. That is ... a horrific fate for a lapi; their ears are important status symbols and non-verbal communication. Effectively, her 'Mother' Gorphat is hobbling the doe. Every second and it feels like her ears have less and less movement in them.
The bug net begins to retreat, leaving the doe bare again. With her ears 'bound' however, the ruin seems so much closer and darker due to the 'tunnel vision' effect on her hearing. It doesn't help that she can feel bug corpses filling her ears as well.
If the doe can move her arms, she tries to reach up and clear her ears out and get the bugs off of them! By this point he doe is crying openly, her cheeks soaked with pain-laced tears. "Mother," she gasps out weakly, calling to Gorphat.
Bug-Gorphat is gone as well. Beetle carcasses are brushed free, but their heads and serrated jaws are still forming chitinous rings that bind her ears together, with one giant centipede forming a grommet holding the tips of her ears together, and weighing them down.
The giant centipede around her neck relaxes its grip slightly.. but uncoils one loop to reach back and hook the hole in her ear tips, dragging it suddenly and painfully to the back of her neck before coiling around again.
"No, no, no," The doe pleads through choking tears. She reaches up and tries to pull at the beetle jaws, to get them out of the edges of her ears and get her ears free from the back of her neck. She has no real claws, though, and soft fingers trembling fingers. It's not likely to have much effect ... and it might piss off the bug tight around her neck.
Tugging on the beetle-jaw rings causes the serrations to saw further against the already bleeding flesh.
"Ow ow ow," the crying doe says and pulls her hands away. They're now green and bloodstained. She hugs her knees to her chest, quivering in fear from the pain she feels and how deaf she feels right now. Her base ear muscles start to work and pull, trying to lift her hears away from the back of her neck.
That just pulls on the ring, which is actually alive so it digs its claw-feet in further.
The pain in her neck causes the doe's ear muscles to immediately stop. Shaking, she reaches one hand back and feels along her ears, from the strained base up to the tips where she feels the large hole in them. It felt huge when they were eating it ... and if the centipede could fit through it, then it must be at least a one inch hole.
It actually feels wider. The clasping centipede that forms the grommet actually extends past the side edges to lock its legs together. If the ears weren't doubled up, there might not be enough skin left to hold the tips on.
The doe gasps and pulls her hands back. She thinks maybe if she goes back to the temple and apologizes ... begs Gorphat to forgive her, maybe she would? She could also use the mirror to see how ... bad her ears actually look.
Now that the bugs are gone, the ruins are disturbingly quiet. But the Temple isn't too far off..
The doe scrabbles through the ruins on mostly all fours. She wants to keep low to the ground since she feels practically deaf and her ears are completely immobile.
Finding the way back to the hidden passage is agonizing. The doe has to depend mostly on her sense of smell and her whiskers. But she knows when she's inside the temple, because her brain begins to fog over with that insatiable need again.
It isn't pleasant to have to snuffle through the ruins to find the Temple; it doesn't smell remotely pleasing, but it is distinctive. Even as she gets 'home' and the urges start to grow and her intellect starts to falter that she has some hope that Gorphat will forgive her if she prostrates herself at the Goddess' feet. So headlong she runs into the dark temple, even if it means her intellect will be soon replaced by nothing more than an animal in heat.
Something guides her. The doe finds herself in an old shrine. A statue of Gorphat stands at the center, hands held out as if to hold a long gone sacrificial vessel, now just a pair of cupping claws. But Taahira hears someone approaching.. she just can't tell how far away, or what direction, which is maddening.
The doe spins around and her ear muscles strain as they try to move and focused her now useless ears. The reaction is of an animal, she doesn't call out or say anything. She doesn't have enough conscious thought to even think like a person; she's even moving on all fours for the most part with her scent-oozing hindquarters hiked up and broadcasting her 'heat' status.
It's the scent that carries recognition. Otto staggers in, panting as if he's run a marathon, and then scoops the doe up and sets upon the altar before the statue. Then the neck-centipede uncoils just enough to release her ears! But only so the feral-eyed Skreek can pull them upward and hook the ring over one of the statues clawed fingers, forcing the doe to curve her back awkwardly to avoid putting too much weight on the abused ears.
The doe ... chitters and cries in sharp notes as she arches her back, then reaches up and fumblingly grabs at the claws to try and reuse the pull on her ears! At least her ears are somewhat free ... but that seems to come with a cost of even more pain. Even in spite of this, the does legs are spreading as the need to be filled and taken is still hard in control of the doe. She's an animal and he has a need that must be satisfied.
The Skreek lifts the doe's hips, and plunges in. He has no restraint at all, and each pounding thrust threatens to tear away the doe's grip. "Hold onto my hands, and have faith," Gorphat seems to whisper to her. "You can withstand any trial so long as you embrace Me.."
The does hands hold on tight. Well, as tight as they can. As her body embraces the animal rut, tiny sparks of real thought are allowed to her by her owner, Gorphat so that she can profess her loyalty. "Yes, my Mistress. I am just a pet, needing of your embrace and guidance," she is allowed to think by Gorphat; a sort of a prayer. "Your little wayward lapi, needing Your correction. Your gifts of pain and deafness will be my reminder of what I am and that I should never stray from your embrace again. That I need you to find my way and that my ears are just useless things and You are all." Then her mind drops back into the fog as Gorphat flicks away the conscious; leaving behind her entertaining little rut-toy who will spend the next few hours suspended and rutting whatever Gorphat deems she should.