The crowd is colorful as usual, and the women are topless - although there is a noticeable difference between the dream and real version of the place. For one, all the women have very small, underdeveloped chests, regardless of species. The second difference is the exception to the first: at the center of attention is a young Eeee woman with quite an endowment, sitting atop a piano and wearing a shimmery skirt. All of the clubs men are gathered at her feet, or stroking her arms and legs and wings. A little black kitten sits in her lap and sports a tiny pair of white wings.
"You are our muse, Cricket," one of the men declares, and the others all soon agree. "We were fools to follow anyone but you!"
The roof above grows darker slowly ... and starts to ripple. This causes some curious effects to the sound of the room. But, it's not nearly as curious as when thick tentacles of darkness shoot down and wrap around all of Cricket's limbs! She's yanked upward, then flipped over! The poor kitty in her lap goes flying, then bounces off the head of one of her worshipers, then lands unceremoniously into her drink. Egad, hopefully it won't make that one ... catatonic.
"Whu.. hey.. What?" Cricket stammers as her blissful fantasy is interrupted. "I don't want this! Ahhh!"
Disembodied silver eyes float a few inches before Cricket's face. Soon it is joined by a disembodied mouth. "You know, worship of false idols is frowned upon," the mouth says in an all too familiar voice. Shadows fill in around those body parts until Alptraum is lounging on top of the piano and looking up at Cricket. "What will I do with you?" he asks, smiling the sort of smile normally reserved for one of the Goddesses playing with a follower.
After a brief gasp, Cricket cries out, "I'm ready for you, Dark Lord! Ravish me as you will!" Okay, maybe this girl has a few issues.
Alptraum rubs his face. "You've been reading romance novels, haven't you?" he has to ask as he shakes his head.
"What?" Cricket asks, becoming a bit more lucid. "Well.. what else am I going to do when I'm not spying in windows? And you haven't said anything about how I look! I'm better than Tulani now, aren't I?"
"I suppose I'm looking at how you want to look?" Alptraum asks, brow arched a little. The shadow-tentacles lower the girl down until she's just a few inches away from him.
"Don't you like it?" the girl asks worriedly. "I'm all grown up! Wait.. is that why you're here? Did Barada send you to punish me for this?"
"No. I haven't talked to her in a while. Tulani told me you were upset, so I thought I would check in on you," Alptraum says and pats the girl's cheek. "Something about fading marks."
The girl puts a hand up to her eye. "The change you made to my eye.. it's fading," she says. "Does that mean I'm not in your favor anymore?"
"No, it just means I need to re-enforce it," Alptraum comments as he lounges a little, grinning. "I could do other things too," he teases, "Like give you more of a chest, or stripe your hair."
"I could also has the High Priestess of Gorphat to bless you too if you want," Alptraum offers.
"You could?" Cricket ask, excited until Gorphat is mentioned. "Uh.. I can't have people running away from me. And.." here she lets out a sigh, which does unrealistic things to her unrealistic chest.. "I guess I can't get bigger boobs and still look like a Yodhbarada. People would think I was faking my station."
"Oh, well, then I suppose you wouldn't want me to bed you, either," Alptraum says with a melodramatic sigh. "People always want our blessings, until they are faced with them!"
The girl squeaks! "Well.. I assumed you'd do that when it was time for you to take me to the Sea of Souls," Cricket claims, and blushes a bit. "On my next birthday."
"You're not going to die then, either," Alptraum says and arches his brow. "I forbid it."
Cricket just stares blankly at that declaration. "But.. I have to be sacrificed to Barada, and all of my knowledge put into a book," she says, a bit numbly. "That's.. that's how it's done. You can't make Barada grow up, after all.."
"I can change the rules, and will. You're not going to die. No more Yodhbarada will," Alptraum says simply and finally. "You'll get to have your own families."
"Won't that be dangerous though?" Cricket asks. "What if someone finds family members and.. holds them hostage!"
"You retire from being active. You just mentor," Alptraum points out. "But that is my concern to deal with regarding the rules. So, about your marking, do you want it restored? Enhanced in some way?"
"I liked the silver eye," Cricket says. "Everything thinks it's cool! But then Tulani met in this place and it was.. it wasn't as fancy as all the stuff they had here. But it was me that started the fad!"
"So? They dress fancier in here than I do," Alptraum points out. "Subtle, but real is better than flashy and fake. None of them were touched by me."
"Well.. that's true," Cricket concedes. "And it's not like I'll be going back there again, probably." Then she smiles big, and squishes herself up against Alptraum, even though she barely comes to his chin. "So, silver eye of the Barsunala?" she asks.
"Yes, but I have to do that in person. I can't do it in your fantasies," Alptraum says with a grin. "So, we would have to meet some place in the waking world."
"There's the old shrine where we met last time," Cricket says.
"True, if you don't mind using the same place again," Alptraum concedes. He also reaches up and claw by claw, starts dismantling the clothing Cricket is wearing. Or put another way, shredding it.
Cricket eeps as the shimmery skirt is rent. The crowd goes 'ooo' and 'ahhh' though, probably acting as the girl's subconscious.
"But before that, I think I'll indulge one of your fantasies," Alptraum says as his clothing melts off and he grins. Tentacles 'reposition' poor Cricket and make sure she's all spread and vulnerable. "I mean, if you are going to call me your Dark Lord..."
"Oooo!" the girl says and squirms in a rather over-acted way. "You devil!" she says, and heaves her chest. "I.. I won't succumb easily... probably.. so do your worst!"
"You don't really have a say in it," Alptraum points out and gestures to the restraining tentacles. He grins, waggles his eyebrows, and slowly lowers Cricket as if she's about to be impaled! Well, she sort of is, but in a nice, bumpy, way. But it's slow, and there is a lot of torment beforehand, including the use of claws on nipples. When she does start to be impaled, that is all handles and guided by shadow.
It's odd that the crowd is still there, and mimicking all the noises that Cricket makes. "You.. can have my body, but.. nngggg.. uh.. you'll never claim me.. ung.. uh.. my.. kiss me!" she babbles.
Alptraum hooks his hand behind her neck and kisses her, right as he thrusts hard and finishes the impaling of the 'poor' Eeee. "Looks like I've claimed you," he whispers in her ear when the kiss breaks, "Now to just fill you with my essence." And that's when shadow, and he, takes things slow and steady to drive her crazy.
Given Cricket's real age and profession, she probably hasn't dealt with anyone with experience before - certainly not anyone with a bit of personal training for a Yodhinala either. The effect is seen in the crowd as well, which turns into a bit of an orgy around them. It also means that Alptraum has to keep reinforcing the dream, since Cricket's subconscious is all over the place for he duration it seems. But she does call out several times - those are when the most effort is needed to keep her from just waking up. After all, the longer he can keep her here, the more work it will be for her to wash her bedsheets later.
Biting becomes part of it as Alptraum feeds on the girl. And since it is a dream, his recovery time is whatever he wants it to be! So, that means once he's finished with her Inala's Gate, he introduces her to the alternate way too, the one well known to poor Nicora, and to Nikky. Well and truly claimed seems to be the goal in this dream, even with the effort it is taking to keep the girl asleep! Maybe he's trying to have her wake up as wet and gooey as Nicora often does...
The squeaking from Cricket is.. well, chirpy.. during round two. At least she's gathering new information! "Ow, ow, OUCH!" she squeaks, usually followed with, "Harder please.."
Round two is done carefully. It's supposed to hurt some, but then fade into an odd sort of enjoyment. And each time she asks for it harder, he actually goes a bit harder! And with this apprach he now has to use rolling to rub Inala's orb while she's impaled, well, the other way. So, it's also slow going and he's grinning rather evilly. "Just remember, you asked for it," he points out.
And of course it isn't lost on him there is some enjoyment when you are making someone pledged to you hurt a little, so a little more understanding of Gorphat comes from this!
"It's part of the promise.." Cricket says between moans. "When a Yodhbarada is sacrificed, the Barsunala himself comes for her, bestowing the final knowledge of life and death.." This is followed by more squeaking and squirming.
Alptraum is impressed that he's managed to, well, push Cricket over the edge using, well, mostly pain and some rubbing! It really does make him see Gorphat in a little different light and how Nicora's suffering is, well, enjoyable to the Goddess. Then it's on to round three. This one requires repositioning so that Alptraum is kissing Inala's gate rather, well, deeply. She's really messy now, but hey, it's a dream and he's used to much worse!
This causes quite a bit more moaning, and when Cricket shakes, so does the building around them! She also remembers that she has breasts now, and clutches them. "This.. must be what death is like!"
Alptraum punctuates that by playfully biting Inala's orb! This is probably to cause her to wake up and discover how messy she is! And worse, that she has to meet him at the old ruins soon! Will she even be able to look him in the eyes?
With a squeak, the world around them pops like a soap bubble.. leaving Alptraum back in the Nest, with Tulani cuddled up against his side.. and Mave on the other side.
And Alptraum grinning evilly. He has to extract himself so he can dress, then go meet Cricket. He bets she won't be able to look him in the eyes. Hehehe.
"Where are you going," Tulani mutters, and smacks Alptraum in the face with some feathers when he starts to move.
"I have to go meet short and chest-envious," Alptraum explains, "Otherwise known as Cricket. I need to re-enforce her eye. Oh, and next time you see her, use the light to make it permanent, please?"
"Permanent?" Tulani asks, opening her own eyes now. "Didn't you mean it as a punishment?" This is followed by a curly-tongued feline yawn.
"Only sort of, and she likes it. So I'm being magnanimous and making it permanent," Alptraum claims. Yes, shades of Gorphat there!
"You'll swell her head, you know," Tulani says, and sits up to stretch. Yes, in the dream, Cricket was bigger. The Sphynx got more than just wings and strength from her Vartan side. "Yodhbarada really shouldn't be showing off.. I think. It wasn't really covered, since I'm not really a Yodhbarada or anything."
"She won't be one much longer," Alptraum says as he dresses, "And I'm trying to get her to completely trust me."
"Hah, getting a Yodhbarada to trust someone?" Tulani asks, grinning wickedly. "Well.. maybe because you're a demigod and all.."
Alptraum gropes Tulani briefly to see if he can disrupt that grin. "I can do anything! Mostly anything!" he claims. "So, I'm off to deal with her!" Also to probably get out of swatting range from that groping. He's heading quickly for the exit.
"I expect compensation for using the Light on her," Tulani calls after him.
"I'll bring you a present from Gorphat's Temple!" Alptraum calls back. Granted, that would be him, but hey, he can let her wonder.
It isn't hard to find the old abandoned ruin, even though the edges of the city are littered with them. It's also likely that Alptraum will even get there first!
So, Alptraum goes in, then hides in the shadows. How much will she squeak if he tentacle grabs her for real, he wonders.
It's not too long of a wait before Cricket shows up, clearly out of breath. Her fur is in disarray, so she didn't bother to brush it out, and she's not even wearing her robes, just what appear to be a randomly selected flying blouse and a pair of shorts.
And from out of the shadows shoot tendrils that wrap around Cricket, then yank her into darkness! Alptraum sniffs her, then whispers in her ear, "Hello there, musky one." That is punctuated by him licking her ear.
The girl's heart is beating furiously, and the scents strengthen for a moment. "So.. so it wasn't just a dream?" Cricket asks in a shaky voice on the verge of panic. "You really do have tentacles.."
Two thin ones come up and lightly hook into the eyelid of the fading silvery eye. They painlessly, but firmly, pry that eye open wide. "I have a lot of things," he says, "And while it was still a dream, parts of it were, well, a bit real. I did enjoy all the ways i claimed you..."
The girl swallows, trying not to twitch her eye too much. "Are you going to them all to me again?" she asks, nervously but with a hint of excitement.
"No, not this time. I have to give you a reason for you to want to live, after all," Alptraum says, smiling slyly. Up comes a third, thicker, tendril and it hovers right in front of that held-open eye. The tendril pushes forward slowly so that Cricket can see it coming, then its cool slick pressing and sliding over that opened eye. Painless, but probably very strange. Then it's just a matter if pulling forward and re-enforcing that color again.
"Eeee..." Cricket whines, but holds as still as possible. "Fresca used to lick my eyeballs, it was weird.."
Alptraum holds the shadow there longer than really needed, and also makes it squirm around like she has worms in her eye. "Then remember this, you are Barada's daughter, but you also belong to me," he says softly, but firmly. "I'll do whatever I want to you, and I expect you to okay me. Anything I do I will make sure Barada will be okay with."
Alptraum says, "Expect you to obey...."
"Yes, Barsunla," Cricket says. "Did you wish me to be a curse on someone?"
"Not at all," Alptraum says as he finally withdraws the shadow to inspect her eye. He does this after cupping her chin with a hand and tilting her head this way and that. "But if I do find someone deserving, trust me that I will ask you first."
They eye is bright silver once more.. if the light were better, Alptraum might even see his reflection in the iris. "Oh.. it's just that in the dream you said I'd have a family. That.. that's what curse enacters get. Fresca would have been sacrificed by now, but she was sent to Rephidim to enact Barada's Curse, and if you do that then you may have to pass on the duty to your children, and so on.."
"Ahhh, I will keep that in mind," Alptraum says as he undoes Cricket's flight-top. "And one more thing," he says, before the shadow lifts her up so that her chest is level with his face. The bat then kisses and suckles on each of her buried nipples, using just enough shadow and Inala's blessing to give the Eeee, well, a bit more of a chest, and a lactating one at that!
Cricket gasps, and moans a bit. She's biting her lip pretty hard as well. "I.. I hope to serve you well, Barsunala," she manages to say through clenched teeth. Since she's up off the ground, her toes give away her feelings as the clench and wiggle and occasionally grasp at Alptraum's pants. It also takes a bit longer than usual, since there's not as much to work with, before the swelling produces milk.
Once things are good and flowing, Alptraum decides as wrong as it is ... he's going to do one more thing. The shadow-tentacles lift her higher and he works her shorts down while resting her feet over his shoulders. What follows is a repeat of the intimate kiss of Inala's Gate from the dream. A real release should help calm down the other urges that the dream he gave her probably built up.
The aftereffects of the dream are still in place, certainly - Cricket didn't take any time to clean up! It makes for some sticky cheeks, but the girl is panting within moments and reaching up to cling to a rafter. Unlike the dream, she's free to move her legs, so Alptraum sometimes gets squeezed between her thighs.
Alptraum is gentler this time, at least and really is trying to make it enjoyable for Cricket. She has been helpful, and she has risked a lot. So, even given her age, Alptraum grants her one desire with this. And when the peak hits her, he holds her there for some time. Then afterward, well, he gives her a complete tongue bath from her inner thighs to all over Inala's gate before pulls her shorts back up. Tentacles then lower Cricket slowly back to the floor. "Still think you have lost my favor?" he practically purrs at her.
Cricket is shaking, and then falls to her knees and hugs Alptraum's legs instead of answering.
Alptraum reaches down and pets Cricket's head. "I do like you," he tells her, "And I want to keep you around. So, no dying. Also, you can call for me if you need me, in a dream, or through Tulani. The latter will get to me and the former may as well."
"Thank you, Barsunala," Cricket says quietly, her cheek against his thigh. "I'm sorry if I've been trying with you before."
"Mm, all is forgiven. Were it not for that, I would not have had to convince you of my abilities," Alptraum points out. "I should also let you go home and back to bed. I doubt that dream was particularly restful." He grins.
After detaching herself from Alptraum, Cricket asks, "Is there anything you'd like me to look into for you?"
"Mmm, can you keep an ear and eye out to see if the General is trying to re-infiltrate the city or any of the houses? She has been quiet lately, and that worries me," Alptraum admits as he helps her back to her feet.
"We keep tabs on her likely allies," Cricket says. "Most have broken ties with her.. but those nearer the Mists may be more afraid to completely sever things. I will make sure they are watched with greater scrutiny, in case they're being used as go-betweens."
Alptraum pats her cheek. "Thank you. The day draws close to her reckoning, and I intend her defeat that time to be complete," he says. "Now, off with you."
Cricket bows again, and then takes (somewhat wobbly) flight back towards Mt. Barada.
Alptraum laughs and shakes his head. "I probably shouldn't have done that, but wow, the look on her face," he admits to quietly to himself. Then he sighs long and tired. The time has come; he has to return to Mt. Gorphat. His natural form will assert itself eventually anyway, and that form, Nicora, belongs to Gorphat.
It's still some hours before actual dawn, so at least getting there unseen should not be a problem. The problem will be getting through the secret back door and back to the High Priestess's chambers without leaving a bloody trail.
And not to mention once he's inside the back door, he has to re-insert all the piercing rings rings. With all the swelling, they may not even fit in easily after the shift. So, once he's within the secret door, he strips down back to naked and goes about the slow process of inserting the dozen piercings he has. When the nose ring makes it audible click and settles into his nose, he sighs. Then he kneels down and lets the shadow engulf him. The worst part of this is knowing all he has to do is relax the shadow once inside of it and his body will take on what it believes is his natural form. And that means losing all the fur, the skin going sickly green and lined with glowing trails, and worst of all, the bloating of her gut as things turn inward, forming Gorphat's Wound and inside her, Gorphat's sacred incubator. Her heart is beating fast when the shadow withdraws back into her body, leaving Nicora kneeling on the floor. The first thing she hears, is, well, her Wound make a rude gassy noise.
After the shift, it takes some time before fluid production ramps up to 'normal' levels - but not that much time. Nicora needs to hurry, or anyone will be able to follow her trail back to the door.
So, Nicora clamps her hand over her Wound and uses the rings to help her keep things held and she makes her way through the temple as fast as she can! "Hold it in, hold it in," she thinks as her abdomen rumbles and squirms ominously and ooze starts to seep out around her fingers.
At least she makes it to the edge of the Temple proper - the worm pool! She could probably call for aid from here, and someone would hear her.
Instead, Nicora darts into the worm pool room! She can get one of the leeches from there!
So, the Eeee waddles rapidly into the worm room and practically dives into the worm pool!
The liquid of the pool doesn't really splash, but it does go 'BLOORP' at least. It's also thicker at depth, which means there needs to be a bit of internal pressure buildup before things can flow outward. This also attracts the leeches.
Nicora tries to swim upward and soon her head emerges from the pool dripping with slime. "Uuuugh," the Eeee goes as she releases the hold upon her Wound. She can feel her swollen gut; it feels like early-stage pregnancy bloat if she were asked. She spreads her legs, resenting her Wound to all in the pool to invite a leech to latch on. Her hands now have to spread another place, so that Gorphat's Mouth is available to latch into.
There is a selection process. Nicora needs one suitably large leech.. not several smaller ones. That means she has to pluck away the runts until a bigger one latches on. But eventually a suitably monstrous leech is found.
And Nicora uses one hand to guide it to the Wound and even get its jaw hooks into her rings. When that maw then presses tight to her and the rasp goes in, she gasps out, eyes opening wide. There are some shaking breaths, then she reaches down and lifts the leeches tail back between her legs, then presses the squirming tip up against Gorphat's Mouth ... that she then has to try and relax.
Leeches don't last forever though. She still needs to make it to her chambers before the leech is full.
The tail hooking into her feels disturbing to say the least. It's not pleasurable at all, and it squirms and swells to lock into her. It also means she can only walk like she has a very full diaper on since that leech is at least four inches in diameter. But, Nicora manages to waddle out of the slime pool. She rests there to catch her breath for a minute, then finally starts walking back through the temple towards her room. The gait is a mixture of heavy pregnancy and very full diaper. It's a novel sensation at least. The cramps are still annoying.
Things are quiet, other than the buzzing of the horribs. There's no sign of Penance - she may be out in the community at the base of the Temple. When she makes it to her chambers though, a few things are different. For one, there is a collection of large, standing clay jars - each one nearly three feet tall and a foot across, with wide mouths. There are several Horribs up on the ceiling, including Brutus, but they don't seem to be active yet.
"What is this?" Nicora asks as she waddles her way over to the jar and has to peer into it. She also looks up at the horribs, wondering why they are in her chamber and not the hive. They may be her children, but they do still manage to make her nervous as they could severely harm here if they wished.
The jars are all empty, but Brutus stirs and chitters, "Dud-a-Chick-Chick."
One of the other smaller ones drops from the ceiling and flies out of the chamber.
"What?" Nicora asks as she looks up. "I wish you could speak in a way I could understand," she remarks while one hand strokes the pulsating leech attached to her.
"Chick-A-Chum," Brutus replies, and dangles his tail down. "Dud-A-Chum."
Nicora reaches up to stroke Brutus' tail. Her brow furrows, looking confused still. While she doesn't understand it, she is pretty sure she might not like it.
There's more buzzing soon - not from the Horribs, but from the flies that have begun to gather. Then the buzzing of a Horrib is heard approaching.
Nicora turns and watches the door, wide-eyed! She's currently leech-plugged, so the flies can't really lay within her Wound right now, but that sound plus the horrib noises makes her waddle backwards. "Mother?" she calls to the empty room. "What is it you wish of me?"
The answer comes in the from of a Horrib leading a groggy Otto. The Skreek is still rubbing his eyes, and hasn't bothered with getting dressed. Then he notices Nicora and says, "Oh, you're back! Can you stand on the very foot of the bed please, High Priestess?"
Nicora eyes Otto, but as this involves sacred creatures, she has to do as asked. It's an effort to get onto the edge of the bed with the swelling, cramping, and the attached leech, but after a few strained minutes she has managed to get up onto the bed. She waddles to the very foot of the bed, one hand on her squirming womb.
Otto gets up behind her and helps hold her steady.. as he leans her forward a bit. Giving her shifting center of gravity, she'd fall for sure if he wasn't holding her. "You need to raise your arms up now," the rat instructs.
Nicora looks ... confused. "What is this, Otto?" Nicora asks as she does raise her hands upward. Gorphat has trained her well; while she might fret and question, rarely does she actually disobey something that appears to be a Gorphat desire.
Once her hands are toward the ceiling, the Horribs spring into action and start secreting their resin to build something downwards towards Nicora. "I don't know, High Priestess," Otto explains. "I just.. know.. that this is what you have to do.."
Nicora looks up and bites her lip. This is going to be uncomfortable if this is any sort of long term securing. Arms above the head is never comfortable. "I ... understand, Otto," the Yodhgorphat says and swallows. "Mother has demands of me and I must honor them." Even if that mean she would have to be an incubator again, and endure repeated stab feedings, or worse, the Yodhgorphat ... would endure. It doesn't keep her ears from trembling in unknown fear, though. It makes her lower gut rumble and roil worse, too. And the periodic surges of the leech bladder up and deeper into her bowels is not helping.
The resin builds up quickly, and the Horribs wrap Nicora's arms almost to the elbow. Then they continue to climb down her body to her feet. This is when Otto swings her out a bit so that she's dangling past the foot of the bed, but the rat has his arms around her and is holding up most of her weight. Only then do the insects start wrapping Nicora's feet, although not as securely as her lower arms are held. Once they reach the floor, they pull Nicora's legs wide as they continue to add to the resin rope, not securing her to the floor itself until she's at maximum spread.
Nicora was right about uncomfortable! She can feel some strain on her arms, but Otto his mitigating that. No, the worst is the spread of her legs. They continue out until muscles are straining and the leech dangles from her Wound, swaying a little from its weight and its attach points. Once the leech detaches, she is going to be very vulnerable, and her grotesque and swollen vulva will be very, ah, prominent. "I have Faith in you, Mother," the Yodhgorphat prays as her body aches, "My body exists to serve you in all ways. My Wound and Womb, your sacred incubator for all of your creatures. It is an honor."
"I have to let you go for a moment," Otto says apologetically, and eases Nicora down a bit until she's being suspended from her shoulders alone. Then he hops down and drags one of the big jars over, placing it directly below Nicora.
Ouch. That is uncomfortable, but Nicora just grits her teeth and endures it. "For Mother Gorphat, the one I love above all," she murmurs to herself.
It would have been more sensible to suspend her from her wings, since those are already strong enough to support her. Once the jar is in place, Otto fetches small barrel to receive the leech after he finishes detaching it from Nicora.
And Nicora has to well, 'go the restroom' so to speak to help detach the leech from her, meaning two inch thick and a couple feet long leech bladder slides slowly free from her bowels Gorphat's Mouth. This causes her to whimper and grunt, alas. It's not comfortable and it's embarrassing. And now she feels the cool air against her hot, glowing, disfiguredly swollen vulva.
The flies swarm en masse now, and Otto returns to stand on the bed behind Nicora. He reaches around to take some of the weight off of her shoulders, but holding her up beneath her second pair of breasts.
With her legs spread so far apart, it's enough that Gorphat's Wound gapes open a little; inviting the flies to enter her if they wish. "It is Gorphat's will. It is Gorphat's will. My body is her sacred brooder," the Yodhgorphat tries to convince herself as dozens of tiny insect legs tickle her down below. "I welcome them within me to grow and feed upon me," she prays, "In Mother Gorphat's name."
Her tail may not share that faith though, as it starts snapping at flies. It's up to Otto to subdue it by pressing close to pin it against Nicora's back. And then, not long after, he's pushing up into Gorphat's Mouth as well. The upward thrusts make things bounce, but also help shake loose clogs that were restricting the blood flow. It also makes for funny noises.
One good thing of having the leech in there soon is that Otto fits better in Gorphat's Mouth at the moment. It's still far from comfortable, of course. There's little pleasure in that entrance for Nicora, but then none of this is about her pleasure. It is about producing what Gorphat desires of her. Her expression is ... strange; partially pious to her Goddess, partially in significant discomfort. As it has not been decreed that Otto is not allowed pleasures, the Yodhgorphat then tries to flex things back there to make it as enjoyable as she can for him.
This results in Otto kissing and nibbling on the back and sides of Nicora's neck, and with some of the work of supporting her shifting to his pelvis, his hands are freer to fondle. Nicora needs milking after all.. but it's largely going to waste, eventually dribbling down her legs to the Horribs or dripping in the jar with the rest of the effluvia. And the jar isn't even visible at this point through the cloud of flies. Things may not be great in the back, but up front it's terribly itchy from the crawling vermin.
Nicora looks upward, eyes wide. She can feel her front; there must be hundreds of creatures crawling upon her, her front is so slick from her 'milk' since it too has a slimy consistency, just a lot thinner than the gobs that explode from Gorphat's wound now and then where gas releases. Even the streams that continue to hang down and drip into the container are a good half-inch thick from the viscosity. And worse even with the draining, she can feel things crawling up into her at least a little ways between the waves of release. "Gorphat's brooder," the Yodhgorphat thinks, "It is an honor. It must be." With the itching all over her front and the worst of it between her legs and a little inside her, it had better be an honor.
Honor or not, it doesn't seem to affect Otto's ardor. He keeps pushing Nicora up and down vigorously, with no signs of slowing down. He even bites her shoulders. The swarm does seem to be thinning out, but that's just because so many have gone from flying to crawling. Nicora can feel them covering her from her knees to her ribcage, but mainly they are clustering at the banks of the Red River. Being spread wide does make it easier for more to reach deeper inside though. A critical tipping point seems to be reached, and the itchy vaginal sensations turn into more pleasant ones. Most of the nerves seem to be engaged by the endless march of tiny legs.
Nicora cries out, surprised she is feeling some pleasure within her Wound; Gorphat rarely allows that. So, a few inches inside her Wound starts feeling ... a little nice? "Oh Mother," she gasps out, trailing off in a sigh as her eyes droop half-closed. The fear is ... ebbing, and she is starting to feel honored. From the crawling tickling up her legs, to the crawling and occasional nibble on a a belly teat, it's ... all a curious sensation that is affecting her, possibly starting to condition her to accept and embrace the ghastly curse upon her vulva. She's also clenching down in the back, trying to make Otto enjoy things too. It's no pleasure for her, that still hurts, but giving pleasure to Otto is a fine duty.
The downside to being spread is also becoming apparent to Nicora. With things gaping, the smell is much stronger. It smells like the Eeee's crotch is necrotizing, the pungent smell of rotting flesh and blood.
Of course, nothing is ever that straightforward with Gorphat. Yes, the stimulation is very pleasurable.. but it just keeps going on and on. There's no way to release the building tension. There's the slapping of bits of Otto's anatomy in the general region, but all that accomplishes is to swat flies that stray in the wrong direction.
This makes Nicora whimper. It's constant stimulation on severely aroused flesh; meaning she's riding up and down on one side of the edge of enjoyment, but she never goes over it! The Yodhgorphat realizes with dismay that this is probably intentional, as if she never peaks, she won't clench and her Wound will remain an open and save haven for Gorphat's creatures. It's like a gentle treatment of oral sex, but never enough stimulation to complete the act.
It does seem to stimulate Otto though, who bites down on Nicora's neck when he releases. But it doesn't end anything - he's stuck in the situation as much as Nicora, and so starts up again soon after. He doesn't even fondle her breasts enough to provide an alternate trigger for her release.. so she just has to keep riding the crest. And since she's been restrained, it's probably meant to go on for awhile.
"Mother Gorphat, am I pleasing you?" Nicora prays as she rides Otto, somewhat thankful for the pain helping curb the insistent desire that she ride over that crest, "If you come to me and hand from the ceiling, with your legs over mine and Otto's shoulders, I will cleanse your Wound while mine becomes ever more festering." Egad, is Nicora offering to tend to Gorphat while enduring this? It could very well be just another way to get distracted from the pleasing torment down below ... and so that she doesn't have ti think about the hundreds of maggots that will soon be growing on, and in her.
"You will be rewarded in time," Gorphat seems to whisper to Nicora. It may be that hanging from the ceiling is too much effort for the famously activity-averse goddess. As such, things seem to blur and haze a bit, as if the fly swarm were in her head. The only thing to really chart the passage of time is the rhythmic thrusts of the Skreek, and even Nicora's heartbeat eventually syncs up to them. So it is quite a shock when they suddenly stop, and Nicora is hanging from her own shoulders again as Otto releases her.
Nicora lets out a gasp as Otto releases her, her world snapping back into sudden focus, her arms burn, and things feel very sore and loose in the back. It takes her several blinks of her eyes before she slowly looks down, ears quivering in terror. She doesn't know what to expect down below, but she is pretty sure it will be horrifying.
At first everything looks black.. but some of the blackness moves.. as dead flies fall away. Otto is laboriously sliding the jar aside. It's almost filled to the top! A physical impossibility, but not a divine one. Everything still tingles, but the flow itself seems to have ebbed.. or been blocked up. It isn't hard to imagine a plug made of fly corpses. Things are still gurgling after all.
"Oh my Goddess," Nicora gasps out, eyes wide in horror. If she could flex her fingers and toes, she would! She also tries to, well, flex her muscles inside her Wound, testing to see if she is, indeed, plugged.
It's impossible to tell, due to being spread wide open - her muscles can't constrict things enough. Otto finally gets the full jar back to its place in line with the other ones, and takes a few deep breaths before starting to drag the next empty over. Once it's in place, he simply reaches up into Nicora with his hand and scoops out the debris so things start flowing once more. There's a lot more of a squirming sensation now: the first batch of maggots have hatched already.
Nicora's eyes go wide. How long was she out and unfocused? Maggots don't normally hatch that fast. And dear Goddess, the smell that comes as Otto 'unplugs' her insides is horrific. Not to mention the writhing; it's worse than the leg tickles, that's for sure. A great mass within her squirming about and nibbling as they consume the effluence she produces. And the squirming goes deep, at least to her cervix she thinks. If it extends further to inside, she cannot tell. The moving mass of maggots can even be seen to cause her swollen vulva to shift and roll from being, well, packed and starting to release.
Otto gets back up onto the bed and reaches around to help hold Nicora up. He just nuzzles her neck this time though - after apparent hours of anal coitus his strength may be waning.
Maggots 'drip' in clusters, usually clinging to a blob of shed tissue. This is the real payoff, supposedly - the maggots themselves. Every so often, Otto lowers one hand to massage Nicora's belly and help push things out.
Nicora is grateful from the relief from that at least, and from the pressure on her arms. "Otto, if you need to rest, go rest," she tells him anyway, not wanting him to suffer. It is her duty to suffer and relieve it in others, after all. She twitches in her restraints too, feeling everything within her either extremely packed and swollen (her belly is quite distended, whether it is maggots, effluence, or a mix, she cannot tell), or squirmy masses that slide down through her, then out in globby waves. Each globby release causes her to make a sucking gaspy sound with her mouth (as well as her swollen Wound).
"I have to make sure you aren't hurt," Otto says. "And change the jars.."
"Three jars, right?" Nicora asks softly.
"That's all," Otto promises. Fresh flies are also starting to arrive, it seems. Not as many as the first wave, but there's more competition for space now.
Nicora takes several deep breaths as flies start to arrive. She's already packed, but ... she needs more eggs. "I can endure this. I am Yodhgorphat, I can endure anything," the scarred woman whispers to herself. She then draws a breath and says to the arriving flies of all things, "Creatures of my wonderful Mother, grace my Wound and be fruitful and breed within me. I host you in the name of my Mother and embrace the deep squirm."
Things seem to move a little faster this time, but it may due to the lack of a metronome since Otto seems to just be offering physical support and belly rubs. It may also have to do with the stuff being collected being slightly less than the previous pass, since most if it maggots. They come in a variety of colors too, not just white! There are black and green ones, even a few that look golden or pink (although the pink ones might just be stained from the blood). It's like filling the jar up with animate grains of rice. The flies swarm a bit thicker though in time, a good indication that this batch is nearly exhausted. It still takes hours though.
Nicora's gut looks considerably less distended by the end, thankfully; so the 'packing' is finally mostly out! This causes her to breath a sigh of relief. Though, the arrival of more flies causes her to swallow and ears flick. It's about to begin again in earnest as she is laid full of more fly eggs. It also seems with each batch so far, the smell that emanates from her wound gets worse. Pungent, heavy, and hanging in the air of her chambers.
The maggots do carry a certain scent of ammonia with them. Once the last glob of wigglers has passed, Otto has to change out the jar again. This is made difficult by the swarm of flies, but he manages.
Nicora leans her head back and groans softly. She tries to focus on what aspects feel good about this horror, and the invasion of hundreds of bugs into her Wound (Inala's gate is truly gone on her) is all she can hope for, the tingly, sensory, wonder. "Thank you for allowing me this honor, Mother," she whispers to the room. "I finally understand the wonder of the blessing I took upon myself and I embrace it as part of my existence and service to you. Inala's Gate is no more; I have your Wound only. Thank you."
Otto returns to adding support just in time, as Nicora's thighs were starting to develop a cramp. "Does she talk back to you?" the Skreek asks once he's lessened the strain on her shoulders.
"Sometimes, yes. I love her with all my heart and soul," the deranged Eeee claims. "She does such wonderful things to me."
That's also about when the tingles start up, dragging Nicora towards the crest. Everything seems a bit more compressed this time. She's still dribbling gore, but there are maggots hatching sooner, even as the flies are still busily laying more eggs. It doesn't get as crowded as a result, but it a mix of sensations. Otto still massages her belly to help release gas and move things along when they start to clog though.
Nicora passes the time gasping and squirming in the restraints as things squirm about within her. While it allows her no release, she is slowly starting to like it anyway, like this is how things should naturally be. Yodhgorphat conditioning is ... an interesting spectacle. "Yes," she hisses out softly each time she feels a large glob of maggots leave her; knowing that more will come; a seemingly endless supply growing deep within the Yodhgorphat.
"Thank you, Mother," she also whispers in interspersed moments during her brooding.
The stimulation is maddening at times, with the squirming the only relief. There are a few painful releases, triggered by the maggots overlapping the flies - the pain comes from not being able to clench due to being stretched open. All of those muscles interact, and she can't flex at all in her legs. Otto does try to help a bit by massaging her breasts and stomach while still trying to hold her up, at least. But then the flies finally abandon her, leaving the dribble of maggots. They don't clog her up this time, since they aren't all hatching at once but come in waves.
Nicora actually tries to stretch her muscles wider if she can, and the pain burns when the clenching competes, straining those muscles severely. All she does, though, just grit her teeth and hiss during those times, the hiss a way to release some of the burning pain. The squirming and stimulation, though, that causes her to writhe like she were a maggot herself and at points she imagines her Wound looking like the horrible path she saw on Magog. This causes her to shudder, but there is no complaint. Each time a wave comes now, she cries out Gorphat's name, her tone loving and doting, abject worship of the Goddess.
It takes a bit longer to shed all of the maggots this time, but now that things are back to mostly blood and tissue the effect is almost soothing to the abused passage. And once it's just blood and tissue, Otto lets Nicora hang from her shoulders once more as he goes to move the jar out of the way. This time he reattaches the leech though, and the Horribs buzz into action chewing through the restraints. This means the rat has to hurry to get back to catch Nicora and lower her to the bed.
Nicora goes limp, body aching. The attachment of the leech is a bit disappointing, it means she won't be able to inspect her abused and aching Wound. But, she won't ooze everywhere, either. Her breathing is deep and slow as she relaxes, limp as she is cut down and being supported by Otto.
"You should rest," Otto says, and goes about sealing the jars.
"Rest is overrated," Gorphat whispers, and the room seems to fade a bit.
"Yes," Nicora agrees, laying limp on the bed. But then when Gorphat speaks up, Nicora becomes more alert. Even how she feels, the urge to rise and serve the Goddess is overwhelming. "Mother," she whispers.
Otto's presence moves to the background, and everything else seems distant as well. There's a clammy touch on Nicora's shoulder.. but beneath it she feels fur growing. This spreads out quickly.. and then her body contorts somewhat painfully! It's nearly enough to lose consciousness, but when it ends it is the buck that is lying next to the Goddess of Affliction.
Bucktraum gasps out, shivering and squirming next to Gorphat through the intense pain. When his vision clears and the pain stills ... and he can see Gorphat, his ears go up and he smiles. In spite that his member below is already throbbing and hurting (in spite of not even really being him, but a creature that devoured and replaced his flesh). "Mother," the buck says, all smiles and eyes of doting love. He rolls to his side so that he can nuzzle against Gorphat and caress his hand down her torso. "My Wonderful Mother, my Wonderful Owner," he mutters.
Gorphat rubs the buck's head.. which causes his fur to fall out and grow back again where she touches.. and says, "Now you may claim your reward by making love to me, child." The gurgle in her voice gives the Lapi a little chill.
"There is no greater honor," Bucktraum says, sounding dreamy. The buck sits up, then straddles Gorphat. Even with his throbbing discomfort, the buck slides down and lowers his head to nibble and lick at Gorphat's Wound to make sure she is ready. He is always ready, after all, and it would be ill form to not make sure his Goddess was not properly worshipped.
Of course, there's no part of Gorphat that isn't permanently lubricated, but the Goddess does sort of purr to indicate that she is ready. The slight numbness in the buck's tongue may also be an indication.
The buck licks deeply in Gorphat's Wound, then slides himself back up so that he's looking into her eyes. His head dips down and he kisses her all over her face, to even licking up the drool that tends to run from her mouth. "Wonderful Mother," he murmurs, though his ears quiver nervously. It is rare anyone makes love to Gorphat and comes out unscathed, and Buckttraum's hand on his permanently tented 'attachment' is a reminder of that; he can feel under the skin the segments that actually make up its length. But, to refuse would be a grave insult, so Bucktraum lines up his appendage with Gorphat's Wound, then sinks it slowly into that festering passage. Then the buck kisses her deeply, lapping up whatever of her fluids she will give him until he can feel himself settle fully into the Goddess.
Gorphat tends to be a bit slothful, which means the buck must do all of the work with very little response beyond coos and gurgles of encouragement. The Goddess does offer up one of her breasts though, even if the nipple isn't exactly oozing milk.
This is fine with the lapi. He goes at her with all the lust a lapi can give, his symbiotic attachment giving him at least some pleasurable feedback from the act! He accepts the offer of Gorphat's breast too, and nurses upon it as if what it released was the sweetest nectar. His hands caress, fondle, and stroke over the Goddess, trying to demonstrate through action how much he adores her in spite of all she has done to him.
The fluid is bitter to the tongue, and also causes some discomfort to the Lapi - a growing soreness in his own chest. And while not by any means tight, Gorphat's canal is certainly sticky.. which is a different sort of sensation. The symbiote certainly seems to think so!
The buck tries to ignore the soreness and continues to nurse this bitter secretion, as this is his Owner, though it does make his ears quiver nervously. He must serve her. His hips continue their strong and vigorous action down below, too, burying and rolling his symbiote within the Goddess. "Lovely Gorphat," he murmurs from time to time as he nurses, the other of Gorphat's breasts now being massaged by the lapi's hand.
Gorphat reaches to massage the buck's chest as well.. and that feels off. Things are far too soft and tender there, until it becomes clear that he's developing breasts as well.
This causes the buck to gasp and draw his head back from nursing. "...Mother?" he asks of Gorphat questioningly, then looks down as his ... forming breasts. His ears quiver and the thrust of his hips slow and stop for the moment.
"Do not stop," Gorphat gurgles... with a bit of an edge this time.
Bucktraum's swallows and his head dips down. He resumes nursing with a fervor, in spite of knowing it might be the cause of ... the swelling and tenderness. His hips then redouble their effort to pleasure the Goddess, his symbiote squirming a bit within her as the skin-covered tines flex and write some out of his control.
"Breasts are wonderful," the Goddess notes. "But only men with a certain condition may develop them properly. It hardly seems fair.. and I am all about fairness."
The buck whimpers softly, but continues to nurse and offers no further complaint as the lapi properly ruts the Goddess.
Once he's started up again, the buck's symbiote begins sending more intense pleasure sensations to him. And while they are certainly pleasant, they also foretell what's soon to come.. OFF!
Bucktraum knows what is coming, but this is Gorphat, so he must bear it. His movements do not slow, they increase, trying to increase the sensations he feels, and those that she feels. Also, he keeps on nursing out of fear that she does not wish him to stop!
And things come to a head! There's the surge of release, followed by the disconnect as the symbiotic phallus worms its way deeper into Gorphat while leaving the buck feeling a bit more lacking.
"Ahhh!" cries the buck as his hips buck forward as he releases; which feels good, for all of the few seconds before things detach! He falls backward in shock, still not used to that and looks down at his poor crotch, lower lip trembling.
The four stubby fingers that remain wiggle and.. change. They begin to look more like labia in fact. And the hunger Bucktraum feels from them is less that of 'feed me worms' and more akin to what the doe experiences.
Gorphat damp hand rests against the buck's cheek. "Am I not generous?" she coos.
Bucktraum's jaw is slack as he makes a sort of gasping and gugling sort of sound. His hands come up to clutch his new, well, breasts, and the pert shapes and nipples greet those fingers warmly, if not as large as the Doe's. His eyes get even wider as he watches the worms change; he's not growing his symbiote back, it's ... giving him a vulva? But, but, his other male bits hang just below it. "Yes, you are very generous," the buck finally manages out in a wavering, terrified, voice. "What is happening to me?" he asks, one hand drifting down from his chest to feel his crotch.
Feeling around there amplifies the urges that are flooding the buck - demanding that he stick a finger.. or more.. into there. Gorphat also gives one his new breasts a squeeze. They're aren't exactly like female breasts.. but the squeeze does cause lactation to start up!
Bucktraum gasps and cannot help himself, he inserts a couple fingers into that new Wound, then a shudder rolls through him from the hunger. And the squeeze of his chest and then the flow of milk from its nipple causes him to squeak! His ears are quivering like mad out of fear, but he cannot help what he's doing down below. "Llllick me down there?" the buck stammers out in a plaintive request to Gorphat, in spite of himself.
Gorphat pushes the Lapi back down onto the bed and mounts him. She doesn't lick, but she does rub her own vulva against his faux-one. Probing with fingers was enough to make him aware of how stretch things would need to be.. the plumbing involved wasn't meant to pass or accept anything non-liquid, although it the recent expansion in order to eat worms did allow for at least one finger. The sensation was odd.
Bucktraum gasps and arches his back, his hips and that faux-vulva grinds against Gorphat's real one. "Oh, oh, thank you Mother, that feels ... thank you," the buck coos beneath the goddess. His body role causes those new breasts of his to jiggle and roll, an odd sensation indeed. Even with what he felt when he probed, the urge to have something inside him is incredibly strong.
The external stimulation helps. It's very different from anything the buck has experienced in any form.. and the 'lips' help by moving on their own! One of them eventually curls back inward and wiggles about.
Bucktraum's eyes go wide at that stimulation! "Oh, Goddess, yes," the buck hisses out in bliss as the feeling of one of the tines worming its way back into the hole. It's a strange sensation to be sure, but it's helping with the hormonal hunger and need he's feeling. His hips buck again.
The bucking is definitely buck-like, so Gorphat is enjoying it as well. With all the tentacle-tips wiggling and flexing, it isn't long before there's a second release.. which is a bit messier, due to the nature of not having a proper hose involved. After that though.. the craving for worms kicks back in. Gorphat helps, by rolling aside, and pulling worms out of her nostrils to 'feed' to the crotch-mouth.
"Augh!" goes the Buck and his hips surge. The spray is ... very much a spray, but wow, did it held with the sensations. When Gorphat starts pulling worms from her nose and feeding it to the mouth, though, his ears go straight up and he cups his hands over his mouth to stop the scream that was coming.
"Do not be afraid to scream," Gorphat says, as she feeds the little monster living the buck's loins.
Bucktraum then screams through those hands! It honestly sounds a bit girly, but lapi are hardly butch.
The scream seems to bring the real world back into focus again. But this time, it is the doe that is covering her mouth as she sits on Nicora's bed. This gets the immediate attention of Otto, who turns from what he was doing to stare. The Skreek comes and calmly collects the now lonesome leech and returns it to its bucket, all in a sort of daze.
The doe is breathing rapidly in horror and then starts feeling over herself. This means she soon also sighs in relief and she is a she, no small hole and no dangly bits below it, just a very soft and warm vulva. That tingles ... and starts to spread out and upward, signaling the impending descend into being, well, nothing more than a rutting animal. And all this was before ... she hears the scrabble of the oncoming swarm of bugs to constrain her ears and eat a huge hole in them!
The binding of her ears happens while Otto's back is turned, at least. It happens fast as well, which makes more painful as a result! But then Otto returns and scoops her up into his arms to carry her off to his room. He's worked hard, so Gorphat must reward him too..
Which is just fine with the doe because ... well, in a few seconds all her mind has is the single thought-desire to rut, and rut hard. She will be filled and that need satisfied, even with her ears in burning agony! No rest for the weary! But, at least one good thing has happened, Nicora has embraced her new blessing! That's good ... right?