Bucktraum's sleep is deep and dreamless, although not without odd impressions. Those fade away as he rouses however. He's sitting on the floor, the Horrib Queen having returned to her throne. His Lapi ears feel heavier than usual - in fact everything feels heavier.. but also lighter. The soft green light of the chamber makes surfaces seem darker as well.
"What in Dagh happened?" the Buck mutters as he rouses. He remembers most of it, and the first thing he does is, well, look between his legs. He's hoping it was all a dream and he's just groggy.
His first impression is that there is an airship cable growing out of him. The wormlike impressions are still there, but instead of fusing into something smooth, they spiral around into a phallus that looks a bit like exposed muscle cords. There are black spots as well, as if each of the four 'spines' had little bits of chitin plating. It flexes a bit while he watches, and may actually be prehensile. It's a bit larger than the original, certainly. There are also shiny black patches on the fur of his legs - patches of insect-like armor.
The buck prods at at it, and at where he used to have his ... thing. "It ... wasn't a dream," the buck thinks dismally, then actually tries to stand up to see if he's going to have walking problems.
Things are a bit more bulbous, and less dangly, which makes standing a bit awkward. The stinger-tipped tail helps with balance though.
The tail makes him freak out a bit and he hops about for a moment, trying to look over his shoulder and see what is following him!
The stinger looks suitably horribish. The plating on the back of it also continues up Bucktraum's spine.. possibly even to his head.
Bucktraum ... takes several very deep breaths and resists feeling his head. Instead, he decides to go to the High Priestess' chamber and use the mirror to get a good look at himself. This means walking. Awkward walking. Awkward bow-legged walking with the bulbous pulsating mass swinging about between his legs. He cannot help but reach down and well, feel it.
It feels like it feels him back. Once before the mirror, he can see that the sack is rather active, with ripples and bulges moving over it. It also has a healthy green glow, to match the rest of him, instead of still being maggot-white.
"Oh Gods," the Buck squeaks and lets go of well, down there. This now gives him a chance to look at his head in detail, and whi his ears feel so odd.
The backs of his ears are also armored, with the overlapping plates meeting at the back of the skull where they join the column marching up the spine, and cross over the crown to stop just between his eyebrows. The chitin is black, and there is a slight ridge in the center.
Bucktraum feels it, then also opens his mouth and looks at the inside of his jaws and tongue, leaving nothing to chance. It also dawns on him to really look at his hands, too.
The backs of his hands and forearms are also armored, while his mouth has seen some alterations. Mainly that his Lapi incisors have shrunk slightly while the canines have lengthened, making him seem more like a fanged bunny.
"Gorphat? Mistress?" The buck speaks plaintively, "What have I become?" He reaches down and feels around where his bits used to be, to even feeling behind them and between his legs while he looks to his chest. He had a b-cup chest, has that changed too?
That apparently hasn't changed.. but technically was the last change from Gorphat herself. The rest are from the Queen.
While waiting for a reply, Bucktraum smells something. Something really good.. he just can't say what. Only that it's coming from the hall outside.
Bucktraum's nose quivers rapidly and he perks up. The buck has to walk rather ungainly and bowed to the doorway so he can look into the hall.
There's a flash of dark wing vanishing to the Horrib Lair. It seems to be connected to the scent.
It isn't fast, but Bucktraum follows the movement back into the horrib layer. He also realizes with a bit of horror that technically now, it is his lair too.
Penance is the source of the scent. Her back is too him, and he can see some fur fringing the bases of her wings where it's hard to shave. Bucktraum feels the alien think between his legs pulsing harder, and his blood begins to fizz. His new tail also throbs.
Bucktraum cannot help himself. He moves up until he can hug her from behind. He wants to penetrate her, with tail and with ... alien bits. It's instinctual, and before he's really conscious of it, his tail hooks around and tries to sting the Eeee.
It gets her right in the belly too! Penance squeaks, then trembles, then goes a bit limp. It feels good when the stinger pumps whatever odd bunny-venom Bucktraum is now equipped with!. And boy does Penance feel warm in his arms.
The buck then tries to shift and position the Eeee so that she's, well, bent over one of the protrusions in the room. He's careful enough so that it wouldn't be an uncomfortable place to lay, but that's about all instinct is permitting. Soon he's reaching down to take the ropy alien bit and line it up with Penance's own wound, one that looks so delightfully normal and healthy when compared to say, Nicora's horribly swollen and festering one.
The tip at least is prehensile.. and has some sort of sensory system, since it finds the target without a lot of hand-holding. The feedback that Bucktraum gets seems a bit dulled though, but it's enough to know that Penance is receptive.. possibly because of the sting.
Bucktraum leans over the prone Eeee and thrusts his hips once, embedding himself into the Eeee. Dulled or not, the bug-lapi's his then start moving rapidly, causing the heavy weight between his legs to sway about in a rather ungainly fashion as instinct demands that he mates with the Eeee. He even remembers how things used to 'detach' and the pain that is involved, but instinct will not be denied, he will have her.
It isn't clear if Penance's muscles are paralyzed or not. But she makes noises, which seem to indicate that she isn't in pain. The little chitin bumps relay more sensation to Bucktraum than the skin does, as if each one had its own nerve ending. It gives him a better sense of shape and position as well! And if he stays still, the phallus expands and ripples all on its own.
But it's hard for him to stay completely still. Bunny instinct drives the movement of his hips and he's delighting in the feel of the Eee wrapped about that off flesh of his. Concerns about pain and detachment disappear as the hybrid goes at her in a mating frenzy.
There are certain parallels between the new and old equipment. Fluids are definitely being transferred, but it isn't clear just what those fluids are. The 'fountain' is more literal, as Bucktraum can feel the pumping as its spread over nearly a minute. It feels wonderful, even coming close to what he's felt under the influence of certain auras. But there's no detachment.. at least not yet. Things are moving about in the symbiosack. It may be that one pumping isn't enough.
The buck croons, the sensations so delighful. He doesn't even know what is coming out, but it feels so good that he doesn't really care right now given how it feels. He even reaches down and rubs her belly as the pumping continues. Even with the squirming about within large sac, he doesn't withdraw; he remains firmly within her. It's disturbing, wrong, and the lapi thing is enjoying how the movement feels.
Now there's a surge of something into his blood, amping up his arousal into SuperBunny mode. The position Penance is in is fortuitous, since it means what little padding she has is there to protect her from the pounding.
High brain shuts off, and the lapi goes into full-on rut-mode as his his start pounding into her backside. Whatever this body wants to give the girl, he's doing his all to give it! It feels so amazing.
It's all such a rush, that it's difficult to tell the few 'peaks' when something new is being pumped. There are ominous sounds from down below.. and then comes a real mind-melter, with a feeling of disconnect that isn't the same as previous ones. But it does stop the fizzing so that he can think again.
"Uuuagh," cries the buck whenever what happens, happens. He's gasping for breath and staggers back, then after blinking, he looks down at both his crotch, then to Penance.
This is different. It seems like an outer layer has shed itself, and the last bits of gooey tendrils can be seen burying themselves deeper into the Eeee. Bucktraum is now reduced to.. something approaching a 'normal' size, although rather pink and naked looking and still made of spiraled worm-shapes. It just twitches a bit though, and doesn't seem capable of anything more.
Bucktraum reaches down and feels about that floppy syimbiosack between his legs. "What did I do to her?" he wonders. He isn't even sure what he released.
It seems a bit deflated, which at least should make it easier to walk. "Chum," the Queen clicks from her throne. "Chick-a-Dud, Did-a-Dud."
Bucktraum waddles over to the queen. "Yes?" he asks her, quivering slightly as he does so.
The Queen pats Bucktraum on the head, which makes a clicking sound of its own. "Did-a-Chick," she says, somehow sounding proud.
Bucktraum isn't sure what he is supposed to do now. The queen isn't offering herself to him again. Maybe he needs to go back to the pool to recharge?
What he does feel is an urge to return to the High Priestess's chambers.
The buck blinks, but follows that urge. He pats Penance' behind, then walks out of the chamber a little less bow-legged and returns to the high-priestess chambers. It's easy to find even if he didn't know where it was, it reeks worse than any room here.
The feeling of change comes.. and not shadow change this time. He transforms bit by bit back into Nicora, which is not all pleasant and leaves the Yodhgorphat flat on her back with exhaustion!
Nicora grunts, a common sound she makes when she lies down. It's both good and bad to be back to this state. She's home, and she can already feel her gut begin to churn and bloat as her wound's production of effluence starts up. She's still aching from the uncomfortable, forced, shift and lines there just breathing, then reaches down to rub the very swollen and achy nethers of this body.
Fingers come back gooey, of course. "Isn't he a clever creation?" Gorphat whispers. "Along with the Queen, I have managed to create a third sex!"
Nicora actually reaches back down and pulls her swollen nethers open as an invite to the insects that will soon come. This is a challenge since it's so slick and swollen. "What is he? What do you mean a third sex, Mother?" Nicora asks the whisper.
The buzzing begins to get louder as flies appear. Gorphat sits on the bed next to Nicora's head. "Possibly a fourth one.. it is complicated," she says, waving a damp hand. "His new role is to prepare women for proper implantation by the Bargorphat. He basically supplies things that will be needed, a pre-egg of sort."
Nicora leans her head over and nuzzles Gorphat's leg. In spite of everything the buck went through, and the horrors she has below her waist, she's still showing affection to Gorphat! "You're too kind to me to allow me to serve you so utterly," she murmurs. Nevermind she's also thinking how horrible the idea is that the buck is laying a sort of egg into women! "So, Penance is to ... breed again?" she asks.
"She is to be prepared," Gorphat says more audibly. "The buck's contribution to the Bargorphat's development will mature him faster."
Nicora's nethers back a horrible and squelchy wet noise as some gas escapes. "I wished to thank you, Mother," the Yodhgorphat says as she looks up at the Goddess lovingly. "I truly no longer have Inala's gate, only Gorphat's Wound. It is glorious," the crazy Eeee claims. "My wound is just for the brooding of your maggots and effluence. It is difficult, painful, and complicates everything I do. I would not trade it away for anything. Thank you for allowing me to take this from Magog and bear it in your honor."
Gorphat pats Nicora, much like the Queen did to Bucktraum. "You can't stay like this for long though, as you have another duty," Gorphat notes. "The corruption of a Temple's rituals is a serious matter."
"I know. But I may be gone for a time. Should I breed maggots tonight in preparation for my departure?" Nicora asks as she rolls over and rests her head in Gorphat's lap. Everything from the waist down on her is slowly getting very slimy, from the copious ooze, to the explosive release of it at intervals from the painful cramping.
"You may, until morning," Gorphat allows.
"May I also tend to your Wound a bit? BEing away from you will pain me greatly," Nicora claims. Nevermind being around Gorphat pains her greatly too! But then Nicora is a bit more unhinged when in the temple and under Gorphat's influence.
"You may.. but do not get flies in it," Gorphat says.
Nicora goes up a bit on all fours, to present her wound to the flies, while she undoes the wrappings on Gorphat's waist. The Yodhgorphat then doesn't even look, she lowers her head down and starts to lovingly lick over Gorphat's Wound as if it were a most precious gift.
Even after a modified transformation.. there's still a lingering taste in the Skreek's mouth, whether real or imaginary (and really, it would have to be imaginary). The black-furred, red-haired Skreek girl is moderately well dressed, although obviously foreign, as she reaches the door to the familiar salon.
Cerise, the rat, knocks on the door. "'Ello?" she calls out, then peeks into the familiar salon. Granted, she can't act like it is familiar, after all.
"Welcome to Slaves to Art, the naked but painted gray Eeee says from behind the desk, covered in blue clouds today. "How may we serve you?"
"Ah, yes, my friend Tulani sent me to you. She said this is the to go to place to get a distinctive look," Cerise claims as she holds her tail in her hand for a sort of worry-toy, speaking with a bit of an accent, but not with Nikky's rather crass one. "And I'm helping her with some stuff. I need a bit of refitting work to make me, well, stand out as one of the street ladies. I was thinking three ear grommets in each ear, and some useful bars in certain places to make me more pleasurable to customers."
Helse grins. "Ah, one of Tulani's friends," she and comes out from behind the desk. "Please come in," she says, gesturing with an arm towards the salon chairs. "My name is Mistress Helse."
There are two Savanites being worked on, but apparently its just body painting for them. The Naga attendants all look to the Skreek and flick their tongues out slowly to get a good taste of her scent.
Cerise looks a little nervous and her whiskers quiver slightly, but she comes in and heads towards one of the chairs, and settles down. "I am Cerise. Pleasure to meet you Mistress Helse. I do have some piercing holes already," the skreek claims, "But since I'm going to be working in the streets, I want things in them that well, can't be easily pulled out or look too terribly valuable." Her scent is ... ratty, with tinges of nervousness. She's a good actress.
Sephia coils around the chair, and runs the skin of Cerise's ears between her thumbs and forefingers. "Ssssmall," she comments, very close to the Skreek's head. "What were you THINKing of?" she asks in that soft hiss of hers.
"Well ... my ears I want to make a sort of statement with. I was thinking three grommet holes in each one, starting off at one inch wide, then going down to half inch, then quarter inch. I know that's ... some large holes in my ears, but I want them eye-catching," Cerise says nervously with a viper so close by. Her whiskers are still quivering. "And that should make them pretty tear proof from what I've heard. Is that doable at all?"
"Oh yesssss," the Naga replies. "The larger oneSsss will be painful though. No time to ssspread things.. some will have to be cut out."
Cerise's tailtip quivers. "I understand. But, pain now is better than a ragged tear later if someone yanks out an earring," the skreek says.
"Anything elssse?" the serpent asks, head tilted to the side and turn to give the Skreek the full attention of one eye.
"Just some good simple stud bars for my nipples and my labia. Again things that would be hard to tear," Cerise says. She eyes the serpent and quickly adds, "If you have any ideas for what would work well or look good, I'm open to suggestions too."
"Let usss ssee what we have to work with, hmm?" Sephia says, and begins undressing Cerise. "No need to feel ssshy."
The rat squirms a little, probably because it is a snake, but she does help undress. In sort order there's a completely naked rat sitting in the chair, nearly all black save for her shockingly red hair and the red fluff down below. She's not super lithe and muscular; her gut has a slight little paunch to it, but she would qualify as a reasonably attractive skreek under most standards.
And Sephia cups Cerise's breasts, giving them a few squeezes and rubbing the nipples with her thumbs to perk them up a bit. "Nice and meaty," she notes. "You are a very tasty looking girl. For your ears.. all grommets the same color? Gold for the body though. Or white stone, don't you think?"
"All grommets same color," Cerise agrees as she squirms a bit at the tweaking of said sensitive bits. "White, I think for the body. I don't want to look worth robbing," the rat admits.
"Ebony for the grommetsss?" the serpent asks, as another Naga rolls over a tray full of varies studs, piercings and grommets.
Cerise considers this for a bit. "I think so, yes," she agrees and bobs her head. The skreek glances to the tray a little worryingly. "The things you do for a disguise," she thinks. "Going for a proper prostitute with exotic hints, you are."
Sephia selects the six grommets, and shows them to Cerise. "These are besst?" she asks.
Cerise takes the largest one and is ... shocked how she can fit two fingers through it. Those are going to be big holes in her ears. "Can they be removed if needed?" the rat inquires. "Not that I intend to, but things happen."
"With a ssspecial tool," the Naga notes, and splits the two halves of the larger grommet apart. "They are clamped together."
The rat nods. "That should be fine," she agrees. She'll need to get one of those tools later to get them out before shifting again. She doesn't need grommets in all her forms!
More supplies are added to a tray that is connected to the chair: alcohol, swabs and some surgical looking tools. "Now.. I need you to hold your breath for a moment," Sephia says, getting an odd reptilian grin on her face.
Cerise's brow arches a little. She then takes a deep breath and holds it. "Never trust a snake," she thinks.
The Naga's jaw gapes, then unhinges as her fangs extend. She twists her head sideways, and nearly swallows Cerise's face! But the fangs bite in behind her temple, near her left ear, where the numbness begins to spread.
The rat goes tense! Her body-fluff poofs out, her tail sticks straight back, and she squeaks in that maw!
Sephia withdraws once the venom is doing its job. She then gives Cerise a little kiss on the nose. "Now we can ssStart," she announces, and begins to prepare the area for the big grommet. "Tell me when you are fully numb.."
Cerise reaches up and flickflicks at her ears with her hands to test how numb they are. It's a couple of minutes before she says, "I think they're numb, they feel coldish and rubbery to me."
"Very good," Sephia says, and starts daubing alcohol, followed by something rather harsher smelling that gives off some sort of vapor. A rather large clamping tool is produced, with the two sides of the grommet installed into it. "You may ssstill feel a pinch," Sephia warns, as she positions the tool over the left ear.
Cerise grips the arm rests of the chair. "Can't be worse than things that go on in Gorphat's temple," she thinks as she sets her jaw to prepare herself. Why, oh why, is she so addicted to body changes? Is this Shadow Dragon influence?
KA-CHUNK! Cerise feels something, certainly, if not pain. The tool is set down and various cloths are applied, along with some other harsh-smelling ointments. Sephia then shows Cerise the little circular flap of skin that's been removed.
The rat squeaks through clenched teeth when the horrible sound falls and she does feel the pressure! She also feels slightly queasy when she sees an inch wide circular flap dangled in front of her. "She's going to eat it, just watch," the rat things as she struggles to hold still.
The bit of skin goes into a separate tray, along with a rather bloodied rag. Then the second, half-inch grommet is set into the clamper, but Sephia wields a small scalpel first, using it to widen an existing earring hole for the new piece.
Cerise's fingers tap like mad on the arm rests. "Why why why do I do this?!" the rat wonders. She's mutilating her body, and she's aiming to get kidnapped by a horrible group where she will likely have to do unspeakable things. It's to help Babel, she hopes.
The half-inch and quarter-inch grommets go in without added drama, and only a little bit of blood. But there aren't any leftover bits for those. Then the Naga repeats the entire process for the right ear, which means being fanged again on that side. The other Naga has been polishing and treating the white stone bars and studs in the meantime, and also preparing the stud bases.
Cerise is looking at the ceiling through the next one. "You are one screwed up person, you know. You're a horrible slut and you like being changed," she thinks. "Corrupted." She also suspects the stud bases will be a bit larger than she's used to as larger means less likely to tear, so, there will be some uncomfortable, but necessary stretching of her other holes.
No anaesthetic is needed for the nipples, since those holes already exist. But Sephia does use little clamps on them to stretch them out a bit, making it easier to insert the new white-stone barbels. "Your areola are tattooed, or are these birthmarkssss?" Sephia asks.
"Oh, those. Tattoos. I was drunk," Cerise claims, sounding embarrassed.
"What elssse do you do when drunk?" the Naga asks as the second barbel is inserted.
"Just about anything," the skreek admits. "What limited inhibitions I have go away."
Sephia presses right up against Cerise then, nose to nose.. and reaches behind her to adjust the chair to a reclining position.
Cerise leans way back, though she cannot escape snake snout. "/I know she's messing with me, but wow this triggers some instincts ... and with me suppressing Nikky's more vibrant ... personality this is a little intimidating," she thinks as she goes back.
The Naga slides back down and off of the Skreek, and asks, "Do you require numbing for the next part?"
"No?" Cerise says hesitantly.
"We jussst use ice then," Sephia says. "I am going to stretch things now.." she warns, just before Cerise feels something large and cylindrical entering her.
"Eeee!" goes Cerise and her fingers and toes splay! While she may be blessed to handle anything sexually, she's also blessed to feel it intimately too, like it's a perfect fit.
Sephia finds the preexisting holes. There's quite a bit of stretching needed to accommodate the stud bases. Even with icing it's a bit painful.. or perhaps because of the icing. Sephia is wearing some sort of magnifier while she works, and some rather delicate tools as well. "Try not to sssquirm please," she hisses.
Easier said than done! That area is sensitive and any work down there tends to arouse her some! She grips onto the chair with hands and feet in an effort to still herself. She also blows a lot of raspberries as an attempt to release tension.
At least the 'peg' is keeping her in place, since it may very well be secured to some part of the chair itself. There's no clamping device for these studs, they actually screw on.. which means if they're too tight, they'll pinch. "Tell me if they pinch," Sephia notes.
"You'll hear me squeal loudly," Cerise claims.
"Hmmm, I might enjoy that though," Sephia warns. Still, she's very careful applying the studs. And helpfully licks the irritated areas to clean them up, since alcohol and the other disinfectants might be too harsh for the sensitive area.
There is only one or two squeals from the skreek as the studs are set. The licking also makes her gasp out, Inala's blessing making that feel just divine. "Why do you let the Goddess' screw with you so?" she wonders.
The pelvic restraint is released, leaving Cerise suddenly empty!
"Yerp?" goes Cerise! That was ... anticlimatic. The suppressed Nikky is grumbling in the back of her mind.
"You can ssit up now," Sephia says, as trays are moved about and a mirror is brought to bear.
Cerise sits up slowly and a bit wobbly. Endorphine rush and all, so she has to calm herself and try to relax, then look at herself in the mirror.
Sephia moves behind her after handing over the mirror, and helpfully sticks her tongue through one of the larger ear-holes.
This makes Cerise blink a lot. Those holes look huge. Reaching up and feeling them also feel huge. That tongue ... egad. "Why did I do this, again? Oh right, to stand out," the rat thinks.
"Very attractive," Sephia says. "You will do well. You may be ssssensitive for sssome time though."
"Some?" Cerise asks as she carefully starts to dress. "Why is that?"
"You have just had thingss inserted into your happy parts," Sephia points out. "They will be sssensitive until the healing is complete."
Cerise cannot argue with this as walking makes that pretty obvious. She grabs her coin purse to pay for the work done, presumably at a discount for Tulani. "Well, thank you. I hope this will help me bring in more money on the streets," she says as she counts out shekels.
Helse takes the money, and doesn't mention if there's a discount or not. "Can you pitch a tent?" she asks Cerise.
"Easily," Cerise answers. "Why?"
"That is what you will be doing," Helse explains. "You are going to Graytown, yes? You will be near where they are repairing one of the towers. Construction workers, they like prostitutes. So there is a tent camp nearby. Your tent is your office."
"Understood," Cerise says as her head bobs. "You do know why I am going, yes? Tulani is trying to track down some ... problems. I volunteered to be bait."
"I am aware of what happens down there," Helse notes. "I have my contacts. You should be very careful. And try to act.. new. Inexperienced. As if you aren't certain and may quit, and are doing this out of desperation for money. Can you do that?"
"I can. The Barsunala himself will be looking over me to try and keep me safe as well," Cerise says, "I got to meet him once. He is ... surprisingly inspiring. Strong in many ways, but approachable in ways you would npt ex[ect. He saved my life once, so I'm ... returning the favor by trying to save others," the rat claims. "He's powerful, but not even a God can do it alone, and this one I want to help."
"So long as you can be kept track of," Helse says, and starts packing her pipe. "But don't be afraid to fight or escape if you need to. Good luck, and may the Kindly Ones look after you."
"He can track me in dreams; something I think he learned from Morpheus," Cerise claims. "If ... I think you should meet him some day. I know he would thank you for everything you have done."
"Oh, I'm sure everyone will meet him soon enough," Helse says, lighting her pipe. "Just not in the traditional way of such things." She even winks.
"Perhaps. Hard to say with him," Cerise says and shrugs a little. "Thank you again. I hope I can make a difference and save others." The skreek then stops at the door, waves, then slips out.
Tulani and Mave are both waiting for Cerise to arrive. "Well, you sure look different!" Tulani says when the Skreek gets there.. and the Sphynx even pats the more prominent belly.
"Well, I couldn't look exactly like Nikky. I had to look a bit more ordinary, so I, er, flabbed myself some," Cerise says as she waves away the patting hands. "I want to look like everyskreek, just with neat coloring and some decoration. Someone who could disappear without much notice."
"You could do disappear by standing in a shadow," Mave notes, coming over and checking Cerise's hair. "Now, take your clothes off. I'm going to teach you how to be a proper whore."
"Mave, what sort of non lethal things should I expect if they take me and keep me a prisoner or a while? How ... degrading will it get?" Cerise asks as she undresses. Her voice is smooth, but there are hints of concern. "I'm not blind to that I'm taking a significant risk in this mission."
"Hmm," the Yodhinala ponders. "These are amateurs, but amateurs that can afford to hire professionals, I imagine. They will use viper Naga to pacify prisoners. They don't want to mar them with restraints, but muscle or nerve damage is invisible, should they be bitten too often. They will use psychological techniques as well."
"So, expect to be bitten regularly then," Cerise says, nodding grimly. "What sort of .. shows will I have to perform?"
"Hmm, that might explain the preference for Skreek girls," Tulani says. "They're small enough to be strongly affected by the venom."
"Based on what Tulani has described, 'shows' may be optimistic," Mave says. "But.. that depends on the patrons. Some enjoyed torture, rape and humiliation. I am sure they will have a Rhian or Fnerf for the final acts. However.. there were limits to what the Yodhinala would do. I know we turned down several requests. The Abbas clan was notorious in theirs.. they wanted to see child sacrifice."
"Will I have to deal with ... hogs, Groks, or anything of that nature? Or just ... torture shows now and then until the grand finale in the future?" Cerise asks, "And I'm just looking for things I may need to steady myself for. I expect they'll toy with me for at least a week or more so when I turn up later, people won't remember where I came from."
"Much depends on who else they already have," Mave explains. "We did not have a standing supply of fallen Yodhinala to feed to the pits. You had to earn your place there. That means 'shows' or special requests were filed away until such time as they could be arranged. The same must go for this group. They will try to fulfill their patrons wishes, but some of those will be terminal, and resources have to be managed. For us, nobody participated in more than one event. But for these people, who must remain at least nominally hidden, that may not be the case. So.. you should expect anything, including things I cannot imagine because the rules of the Temple are not present in this case."
Cerise rubs her forehead. "So, right, whore instructions then. I'll have to rely on my experiences to endure anything," she says.
Mave nods, and directs Cerise to strip. "First.. I will show you how to discreetly clean yourself..."
Naked goes the rat, save got her much more sturdy piercings. "Here we go. Into the viper's den once more. Only this one is even more risky. Once there, my life will be in danger. I will have to be careful," she thinks, takes a breath, then nods to Mave.