Kaira's Pavilion
What was once a glade with a single tree, picnic blanket and a painted sky is now much more. There's an actual garden, a sun that feels natural and several new trees overlooking the brook. There's also a few marble-pillared buildings linked together by a broad patio.

The patio outside of the bath house is a good place to catch the sun, which never seems to move. There are plenty of colorful silk cushions and pads to construct whatever one needs for comfort, and even an umbrella that can be used for shade. Low wooden tables hold glasses and carafes full of water or wine for the thirsty, and a bowl of grapes is also close at hand.

Kaira has taken on her elfin form, the better lay next to Alptraum without having to worry about dealing with too many wings, since she can just rest on his. "What do you think of my little sanctuary now?" she asks the Eeee. "I'm thinking of adding scents to the flowers next."

"You want plants to have sense? Common sense? Financial sense?" Alptraum inquires from where he lays. The unmoving sun is a bit unnerving; he hadn't even thought about the flowers having no scent.

This also earns Alptraum a light pinch on his cheek. "You know what I mean," Kaira claims. "This isn't a proper echo or anything, so I have to come up with natural details myself. Or do you think I should add night first?"

"Ow," Alptraum complains and then rubs that cheek. "Night I think would matter more than flower smell," he admits. "It's more obvious than having to bend over and smell stuff to see if it has a smell."

"You aren't very scent oriented I take it?" Kaira asks. "So.. night. What should it have?"

"Night isn't dark!" the elf notes. "It's got stars and moons and naked dancing nymphs and fireflies and bugs and frogs making noise."

"What is a moon?" Alptraum has to ask. "And I've never seen naked dancing nymphs at night."

"A moon is.. a moon.. I'll have to show you, I suppose," Kaira says. "And.. no nymphs? I was sure nymphs were a part of it all. Maybe I shouldn't believe to the nymphs without double-checking."

"Are you asking them for advice?" Alptraum has to ask as he glances over. "Basically nights should be cool and peaceful. Perhaps with a hint of dampness to the air."

"So.. cooler. Hmmm," Kaira replies, looking thoughtful. "I think I can figure that out. And.. I suppose the sun should actually set too."

"Can't it just fade from one to the other?" Kaira asks. "I don't know how to make the sun move unless.. I.. rotate the whole sky. Hmm. Maybe I just need to paint the other hemisphere to night then.."

"I suppose it could fade. It wouldn't be natural, but then nothing about this place, or any of us, is," Alptraum mutters as he lounges.

"So, night is important then," Kaira notes. "And complicated. I don't see a lot of transitions, since most of the echoes are frozen in their last day, even though those have been made.. livable."

"What about silver skies?" the fae asks, and rubs her fingers on Alptraum's chest scar. "Or purple? What's a good night-sky color then?"

"I'm used to red-tinted on the horizon and dark blue further up," Alptraum says as he looks down at his scar. "Not sure about silver or purple, though."

"I've seen silver more for daytime sky," Kaira notes. "Red to dark blue.. but no purple?"

"I've just never seen purple, so I'm not sure how it would be," Alptraum clarifies. "Why?"

"Well.. red and blue blend to purple, so I'm guessing it's not a smooth transition," Kaira explains. "So... what would you make for your own sanctuary?"

Alptraum has to think about that. "Honestly, I'm not sure," he admits. "Maybe something with pillars, perches, and some flying gates for exercise. Also, a performing auditorium for music and acting."

"Well, yes? I used to do acrobatics when I was young," Alptraum notes, "The flying kind."

"So.. an open air theater," the fae suggests. "So one audience can see the aerobatics and also enjoy the music?"

"I don't know if anything like that already exists in here, but I'm not familiar with all of the echoes yet," Kaira notes. "Want to visit some? One of the nearby places even has an abandoned magic tower that's supposed to hold a treasure! Or a place with no ground, just floating trees connected with rope bridges.."

"Sure, I'm game," Alptraum agrees as he tries to sit up ... which means dislodging the elf from his wings.

Kaira oofs and rolls off. "At least we won't need clothes," she says as she stands up. "Follow me!" the elf-girl requests, and tries to sway her hips as she leads the way to the local portal gate.. but elves tend towards slender, so the effect isn't very pronounced.

"Her butt reminds me of Mave's, just less hairy," Alptraum thinks as he follows along, wings folded in on his back.

Ambrosia
The faery influence on this 'pub' makes it feel more ornate than any similar establishment in a mortal realm might. Everything seems to be constructed of live, curving and woven branches and trunks, including the furnishings. Light comes from within bell-shaped flowers that grow all around, and further light is provided by glowing pixies that dance slowly through the air. The place is staffed by unicorn mares wearing nothing more than flowers in their manes or woven around their wrists and ankles.

The other side of the fairy-gate actually leads to the inside of building! And it might also be the source of Alptraum's 'brood mare' unicorn form.. or these might even be Aeonians. A white-furred, silver-maned and violet-eyed unicorn greets them, and asks, "Are you here on your own or part of a larger party?"

"Just the two of us," Kaira claims, and the mare leads them towards a gossamer-curtained booth. She works her hips a lot better than Kaira does.

"You're naked," Alptraum comments as he looks the mare from head to toe. He has to shake his head, then try to remember the question. "Uh, just us," he answers dumbly.

"This is one of those clothing-optional sort of echoes," Kaira confides to Alptraum. When they enter the booth, the first thing to stand out is that there isn't a table, just some padded stools (that look like mushrooms).

Alptraum tries to poke the mare to see if the legends about them and non-virgins are true. "You know, most people don't want a case of fanny fungus," he remarks to Kaira regarding the seats.

The mare giggles at the poke. "Our seats are cleaned before each new patron," she assures. "They're also made of fabric, we just didn't want to ruin the theme."

Alptraum seems satisfied that his hand didn't turn into a hoof, or the mare didn't shy away. "So much for that legend," he remarks to himself. He also still looks at the stool oddly, then pokes at it. When it doesn't explode into a cloud of spores, he sits on it.

Kaira sits on the next one, as the mare says, "My name is Mirasol and I will be serving you. Would you like some ambrosia?"

"I don't know. What is it?" Alptraum has to ask. "I'm Alptraum and this is Kaira."

"Unicorn milk," Mirasol explains. "It has a slightly euphoric effect, without the downsides of alcohol."

Alptraum has a flashback o the milking machine and has to suppress a shudder. "Er, sure," he says a bit hesitantly, then looks to Kaira.

So Alptraum finds himself with a unicorn in his lap, offering up her breasts. "It gets buzzy and limp, so I slur when I talk," Kaira explains.

Alptraum finds himself staring at unicorn nipples. "Er ..." he starts to say, looking, well, embarrassed. But, he guesses this normal.? So, he leans in and tentatively closes his lips around the unicorn teat and starts to, well, nurse.

The milk comes easily, but is.. very different. It has a very smooth, creamy texture, and does make Alptraum's tongue tingle.. followed by his throat and onwards until his stomach becomes a warm ball.

Alptraum's ears splay. "This is very weird," he thinks ... but doesn't stop nursing on the unicorn.

A certain calmness flows out from the stomach, and eventually reaches Alptraum's head. There's some dizziness, and for a few moments he's back in the Gypsy wagon, being cuddled by his adoptive mother as an infant - something he doesn't actually remember happening, since he doesn't really remember anything from that young an age.

"Yep, weird. Very, very, weird," Alptraum thinks ... and keeps on nursing. Why? Because it feels nice to have the large equine teat in his mouth.

It's a very warm, enveloping sense. Which does make him wonder just what Hortense uses it for, if it's the same thing? It does seem mildly narcotic in effect. Mirasol even strokes Alptraum's hair and makes motherly noises.

Alptraum keeps it up for a bit more before his jaws finally release and he sits back. BEfore he says anything, though, he tests to see if his tongue is numb.

There's some limpness, but since he has so much more tongue to spread things over it probably isn't all that bad.

"Well, that's different," Alptruam finally says ... and checks himself to make sure nothing actually changed on him while doing that.

Nothing has changed, but there's still a unicorn in his lap and Kaira is watching him closely. "How do you feel?" she asks.

"I had issues with it," Kaira notes. "So.. knowing what you experienced could help me understand them."

"IT brought up old memories. I think they were memories, anyway," Alptraum says and rubs his face briefly. "But mostly I just feel sort of warm and fuzzy."

"Ohhhh.. that explains a lot then, thank you," Kaira notes. "That's what it's supposed to do, I think. That's why it doesn't work for me."

"I just felt warm without context," Kaira admits. "I don't have the memories that it needs, I imagine."

"Well, what else is there?" Alptraum has to ask. "I have never been here before."

"Well, there is much to see if that is your desire," the mare says. "People like to watch the cloudscape, for instance, or visit the hanging gardens or swim the sky-river."

"Well, any of those sound like they could be fun. Would you recommend any over the others?" Alptraum asks as he tries to not oggle the naked unicorn.

Mirasol stands up, and says, "I can show you some, and see what you like." She also holds her hands out to Alptraum and Kaira.

"Is that okay with you?" Alptraum asks Kaira as he rises and takes the mare's hand.

"I haven't been beyond the outer balcony myself," Kaira admits, taking the offered hand. She smiles to Alptraum, and says, "I'm told it's better to share these sorts of experiences."

Mirasol leads them out of the main area around the fairy-gate, and onward to the edge. The woven walls don't vanish so much as become more and more open as they go, until they're looking over a colorful vista of rainbow colored clouds - that look more cottony than cloudy - in a sky full of giant trees. Their roots just keep spreading out into nets, often with clouds clinging to them, and they don't all share the same orientation of up and down. Rope bridges connect them, twisting as needed. Light comes from several suns and lesser luminous bodies, and streams and rivers pass through the tree-roots as blue ribbons following inexplicable courses through the sky.

"I can safely say I have never seen anything like this," Alptraum has to admit. "Usually I just see the insides of demonic bowels and the like. Er, don't ask about that. Really," he adds, looking uncomfortable briefly. "Where is ... was this place?"

In typical fae fashion, the unicorn stallions share a lot of the same build as the mares. They look almost too pretty! A couple is floating in their air just beyond the edge of the tree platform, tethered to a rail by a flowering vine (there are a lot of flowering vines) as they make love to each other. Mirasol points to the river, saying, "If you like to fish, there are several good spots."

"This is.. was.. the High Realm of Shambaloque," Mirasol explains. "A place of very high magic within the fae realms."

"A lot of the fae realms aren't naturally occurring places," Kaira adds. "They were forged by ancient deities or powerful wizards or.. artists that were probably high on something when it occurred to them. It was just a matter of finding an undefined region and making it theirs."

Alptraum blinks several times at the floating love-makers. "I'm just a lowly mortal, mostly. This is a place I would have never seen," he admits and shrugs just a little.

"Eeee?" the unicorn asks. "Would you like to fly here? The clouds are very tasty."

"Sure. I wouldn't mind flying here," Alptraum agrees as he takes his hand back and takes a few steps away. He spreads his wings slightly, walks to the edge of the platform, then just .... falls off. Straight down to build speed as he often does, then spreads his wings wide to generate an abrupt updraft and launch upwards.

Gravity is a funny thing in this place. It works on the trees, and it works on Alptraum's wings. But it doesn't seem to apply equally to everything. He can see unicorns near one of the sky-streams, swimming through the air with fans strapped to their wrists and ankles. There are groups of other beings as well - the familiar elves along with winged creatures that tow them along with some of the flowered vines.

There's even a chariot.. pulled by giant swans, and carrying bald, blue women in it.

Alptraum for now just enjoys, well, flying. Over-flying if it had to be described as he is intentionally arcing far too close to trees, sweeping around them with mere inches to spare. Occasionally using a limb to hook his feet on and whipping himself around, twirling mid-air. This is something he rarely gets to do any more and the ache in his wings due to lach of enough strenuous exercise. While airborne, he's looking about as well, watching the various groups with his eyes, while his ears heep him from running into stuff.

With a bit more 'altitude' relative to his starting tree, Alptraum can make out some sort of enormous structure in the distance. What he sees of it looks like a golden spiraling horn or shell, but big enough to seem hazy.

"Huh, what is that?" Alptraum wonders. He heads towards it for a bit to see he can make out more about it.

It's quite a ways off, but changing angles makes it glitter a bit. There's enough difference to make out some sort of woven texture to it.

Alptraum banks backward. "What's the tower," he asks, gesturing in the distance towards it.

"You must be seeing the Cornucopia," Mirasol says. "It's hard to get to without winged help. Do you want to visit it?"

"What is it?" Alptraum has to ask as he circles around Kaira and Mirasol's platform.

Mirasol is already tugging one of the vines free, and offering one end to Kaira. "It is a popular pleasure spot, with water and gardens," the mare notes.

"Er ... pleasure-spots?" Alptraum has to ask. After dealing with the Goddesses, he knows that can mean so many things.

"It is very beautiful and refreshing," Mirasol explains as she ties one end of the vine to her wrist. "There are all sorts of luxuries and activities there." Once the two women have the vine secured, the mare offers up the middle to Alptraum. "You could tow us there. Your feet look like they could hold this." She smiles hopefully to him.

Alptraum swoops down and takes hold of the vine with his feet. He doesn't pull too hard at first as he has no idea what to expect and doesn't what to whip around and crash into something painfully if he's unable to tow them.

Mirasol and Kaira jump off into the air.. and may as well be weightless to Alptraum at that point. The unicorn's mane drifts about as if underwater, while Kaira's hair stays but in the braid Alptraum gave her. "This is different," the dragon-spell-turned-elf notes.

Alptraum finds this ... different, but tries not to think about it too much. Instead, he heads for the tower ... but takes a rather scenic and twisty route! Maybe he's trying ot see if he can give his passengers a bit of motion sickness! Or at the very least they get some very close views of some of the trees,

"Be sure to fly through one of the clouds," Mirasol calls out, while Kaira is just laughing like a maniac. The elf is clutched to the mare, both because they'd have been drawn together by the vine anyway and because it's the only way to be sure she doesn't get stuck by the horn.

Okay, cloud it is! Alptraum goes up, then dives right through the middle of one of the clouds!

The rainbow clouds are not made of water vapor. When Alptraum emerges again, his covered in what might as well be rainbow-hued adrenaline. His two tag-alongs, with their pale fur and skin now look like the oddest swirl-colored candies ever.

"Ack! I look stupid!" Alptraum calls out. Grumbling, he resumes going towards the tower.

"It'll be worth it," Mirasol promises. More of the Cornucopia is visible now. It must be a mile long! There's a waterfall pouring out of the mouth, and giant fruit float around the mouth, tethered by entwined stems, or vines for the pumpkins and bunches for the grapes. The strawberries are as big as one of the floating trees.

"Good grief it's huge," Alptraum comments as he continues onward towards it, still upset about being a technicolor nightmare. He twirls and spins as they fly, which means the passengers also end up spinning and twirling too.

Closer in, it's clear that the river inside the Cornucopia follows one of the spirals, with garden and other areas in between. Gravity follows the floor, and there's some sort of light hidden further up the curve of the horn.

There are also a lot of multicolored figures who also must have passed through the clouds.

"Yay, it's tackyland," Alptraum remarks as he spirals in to find a place to land.

A gaggle of unicorns half-colored in rainbows waves to the arrivals, beckoning them to land amidst them.

Alptraum yanks the vine forward to sort of pull-throw his passengers towards the horny gaggle. He needs his feet free to land, after all. Toes splay and feet sweep forwars so that he can land and absorb is forward momentum.

Once on the ground, Alptraum can hear the music (it must be magically localized), which isn't like anything he's heard before, but does at least have familiar instrument sounds. The source is a frog-like creature with several heads and arms, allowing it to play a flute, a pan-pipe and an accordion all at once. Mirasol is the first to catch up to Alptraum while Kaira tries to untie her vine. The mare drops down and starts licking the rainbow residue off of Alptraum's primary non-furred area, ignoring his wingvanes for now.

"Ack, hey!" Alptraum squeaks and starts dancing around like mad. "What are you doing?"

"We're covered in candy," Kaira says as she runs up. She holds out her rainbow-colored palm to Alptraum. "Lick me!"

It's certainly sweet, but with a kick as well. It would explain the veritable orgy of licking going on with the rest of the unicorns. Mixed in with the more ordinary orgy activity.

Unicorns and orgy don't normally go together based to his knowledge, but ... Alptraum just shrugs and decides to go with it. Which means a lot of licking of anything fleshy and bare.

For the moment, Kaira is the easiest target, since she doesn't even have the short fur that the unicorns do. This doesn't mean Mirasol isn't also vying for attention though. Alptraum's slightly thicker fur has kept him from absorbing the kick through his skin, but the other two aren't as protected.. and Kaira isn't protected at all.

It's Kaira first, then! And the unicorn second! He's not really quite always sure what part he's licking, but it's safe to say at least a few times involved intimate areas on both as his brain just sort of buzzes from whatever the stuff is.

He can't get all of it.. nor can the two women fully remove it from him. His wings are tingly from it though. While Kaira is still buzzy from it all, Mirasol has some natural tolerance at least. But then, the mare is nuzzling at Alptraum quite a bit when not hugging his face to her bosom. Several unicorns are close by, washing off in the river.

Alptraum, trying to maintain some semblance of focus, tries to drag the two women into the river to rinse off! "This is just like Inala's place," the Eeee thinks.

The water is bath-temperature, and somehow rose-scented. But it does work. After a bit of dunking, Alptraum back to his normal monochrome pigment, and Kaira stops vibrating. Mirasol takes her time rather than dunk, preferring to wash her short fur by scooping up water with her hands to wash it away.

"That was embarrassing," Alptraum remarks as he wrings his hair out and steps out of the river. He looks rather like a drowned rat at this point. He also doesn't help things when he spreads his wings and flaps them a couple times, hard, to shake the water off.

Kaira wisely waits until after Alptraum has shaken off his water to join him on the shore. She can't shake, and has to try and wipe the somewhat clingy water off with her hands. Mirasol joins them last, having taken the longest to bathe. "Do you like to run?" she asks.

"I'm not really built for running," Alptraum admits and gestures to his back. "These slow down running a lot."

"Do you like to watch others run then?" Mirasol asks, moving her leonine tail like a cat. "There are restaurants in the giant fruit, and other games deeper inside."

"Unicorn races?" Kaira has to ask, to which Mirasol nods. The elf-girl gets an odd look on her face at the confirmation.

"What?" Alptraum has to ask and looks at Kaira oddly. "I don't mind watching races, they can be entertaining at times. You should see an Eeep race sometime. You wager on how long before they explode while being chased around."

"Eeps?" Kaira asks, looking surprised. "You have exploding.. uh.. not horses though, are they?"

"The race track isn't too far," Mirasol says. "I don't know about wagering on the races though, but I suppose some do."

"Birds that explode.." Kaira mutters. "I don't think the unicorns will explode though, hopefully!"

Mirasol is already gesturing for them to follow. "Do you like popcorn? There should be popcorn," she promises.

"I ... can't eat anything solid. It will make me, well, throw up. I'm a vampire," Alptraum explains as he follows the unicorn. Not the undead kind, the natural kind."

"Oh.. well I still have plenty of milk," Mirasol promises. "Unless you'd prefer wine or something?" The racetrack really isn't far, since it needs a wide space and the widest 'coils' are nearest the mouth of the Cornucopia. There are view stands on either end of the oval track, so Mirasol takes them to the closest. She does get popcorn balls for herself and Kaira however. Kaira has never had any before, apparently. Finding seats is trickier, since it means squeezing in between other unicorns.

Alptraum feels rather out of place amongst all the unicorns. A demon in paradise, as it were. "I'm good, the milk from earlier was fine," he tells Mirasol as he finally finds an open-enough space for all of them to sit. He moves to the far end so that the other two can sit easily.

This puts the bat next to a green(!) stallion with a pink mane, fetlocks and tail-tuft. "First time at the races?" the man asks Alptraum. From here, it's impossible to see the runners as they're all still hidden in the covered lists.

Alptraum has to check to see if the stallion is naked. "Yeah, first time," he claims as he then looks down towards the track.

The stallion is certainly naked.. and excited. There are a few spots where the color isn't quite right, as if it were a dye job. "You'll love! It's so exciting! I'm a supporter of Team Green, if you couldn't tell. They're the best, I think."

Thanks to the stallion next to him, Alptraum ends up crossing his legs as he feels self-conscious and well, small. "That explains the green dye," he has to admit as he tries to keep his eyes on the track instead of the stallion's excitement. Thanks to all his time as a female, males even in this form tends to well, garner a response from him.

On the other side of him, Kaira rests her head on his shoulder. "Popcorn is weird," she notes. "It's not at all like unicorn." A whistle blows, the gates open on the lists, and the unicorns burst out. Their manes are dyed and do apparently group them into teams by color. They aren't terribly fast, but naked bipedal unicorns make for a lot of flopping and bouncing parts. The crowd cheers for their favorites, but none of the runners ever really seem to do much better than the others.

"Not at all. And why would you think popcorn would take like unicorn? How do you know what unicorn tastes like, anyway?" Alptraum has to ask Kaira while his eyes are still fixed on the races. He also has to wince because he knows firsthand how much a bouncing chest can hurt! It also becomes apparent this is more about watching naked bouncing women than an actual race ... which explains Mr. Excitement next to him.

Mirasol is also hooting, which could mean that half of the race is about naked flopping stallions too. "I licked Mirasol," Kaira claims. "She didn't have butter on her though."

Alptraum just stares at Kaira. "I don't know what to say to that," he admits, blinking. He tries to reach for his arm rest and instead grabs ... something else. His eyes close and he sighs, then mutters to himself, "Please tell me I didn't grab Mr. Happy over there..."

"Now you're getting into the spirit!" Mr. Green Team says to Alptraum. The groups on the track are suddenly stopping midway towards the other bleachers, pairing off and.. trying some bizarre positions with each other. Numbers begin to appear in the air above them awarding points. The whistle blows again and they resume running.

Alptraum slowly extracts his hand, then wipes it on Kaira. The break in the race causes his jaw to drop and the Eeee to blink a lot. "Myths about unicorns being chaste and noble is a total lie," the Eeee remarks once the running begins again. "I just ... I don't know what to say."

"Is it how races are run in Babel?" Kaira asks. "And those myths are probably just to get them more space on tapestries. Like the one about dragons devouring virgins."

"This is how some races are run," Alptraum admits. "And some are just regular races."

"Really? I wonder if the scoring is the same?" Kaira ponders. The racers have made it to the next stop, and earned more style points. That's when Kaira decides to kiss Alptraum on the cheek.

"Well, if the races were sponsored by the Temple of Inala, possibly. Except score is improved lasting longer and finishing last," he points out. The sudden kiss also makes Alptraum blink a few times, then look over at Kaira. "Ah, what was that for...?" he asks a bit hesitantly.

The elf blushes, and asks, "Can we try some of those positions? I don't know how the one where the stallion holds the mare up like she's flying works, but it could be interesting."

"In someplace more private, sure," Alptraum concedes. "I'm surprised you would be interested in trying those."

"It's been a long time," Kaira notes. "And I'm a bit jealous, even though I shouldn't be."

"Jealous of what?" Alptraum has to ask. "That I'll go off with this guy?" He thumbs towards the green unicorn.

"No, of the other dragon," Kaira says. "I know you don't go to him willingly, and he probably does all sorts of degrading things to you too. I want you to just spend time with me in here."

"Ah, okay, him. Yes, he's pretty vile," Alptraum admits, "And he's trying to use my ability to be female as a way to get to me. Doesn't really work, though. I'm not that stupid, or blind."

"What does he do to you though?" Kaira asks in a hushed tone. "I know dragons can be a bit into dominance.."

"Exactly that. He basically rapes me, more or less," Alptraum replies quietly, "And tries to get me to submit to him."

"He probably likes the struggling," Kaira claims, as the runners are finally reaching the final bend.

"Oh, probably," Alptraum admits and shrugs a little. "I know he's constantly trying to find an angle to survive. This time was trying to point out my own actions could be construed as evil. I probably surprised him when I agreed they were. I'm not blind, or stupid, on how things look with regard to the punishment some Eeee received recently at my hand. The difference is he would have revelled and relished in them, I see them as they are and I'm not proud of them."

"Because I was haughty and manipulative as well," Kaira points out. "You always thought I was belittling you."

"I wouldn't call it hate, more irritated by," Alptraum says. "We had similar goals, so I couldn't afford outright hate."

"Do I still irritate you?" Kaira asks. "And I don't mean 'irritate you less than Vorg' either."

"I just worry," Kaira admits. "I don't know why. I'm in this form now for anonymity, but also because it's smaller and weaker than you. I was afraid that being around Vorg made you not want to be around me as a dragon too."

"You may be smaller, but you're hardly weaker," Alptraum notes, "And that comes from a shifter who uses forms as a way to get people to underestimate them. You and Vorg are not the same and I do not reflect feelings of one onto the other."

Kaira smiles. "That's good to hear. Nobody needs me to be insecure on top of all my other stresses."

"Are you still having problems in here?" Alptraum asks. "You haven't mentioned any for some time"

The crowd roars (or neighs) again as the race ends. The yellow team crossed the finish line first.. but in total points it seems that the violet team actually won.

"Sorry, looks like your team didn't win," Alptraum says to the green stallion and pats his shoulder.

"Just coming to terms with certain things," Kaira says. "Like.. this world here. It doesn't exist anymore out there, since Vorg ate the whole thing. I can release these people, but.. this world is gone. When I'm done, it'll be gone from here too. It makes me sad."

Mr. Green smiles to Alptraum, and says, "You can't always win! But it was still a good race."

"And there is no way to save it at all, is there?" Alptraum asks Kaira. "I always want to save everything too, but I know I can't."

"I can try to see it all.. or at least the most fantastic places, now that I'm not busy securing borders and such," Kaira says, grinning again.

"The lotus blossoms should be coming in soon," Mirasol notes from the other side of Kaira. "You can get a good view of the Cornucopia from them."

"Yes, they travel up the river and sometimes through the air," their guide notes.

"I've never been all the way in," Mirasol says. "I think the inner horn is where the god that made the Cornucopia lives. But there should be gardens and beaches and fairy glens."

"In this part," Mirasol says. "But the deeper you go, the more variety you get. Are you tired of unicorns already?"

"That makes you novel," Mirasol says, and winks. "You've been getting a lot of looks."

Now that the race is over, the crowd is standing and stretching.. and a few mares (and stallions) are clearly posing a bit at Alptraum.

This causes Alptraum to blink. "The men make me feel rather inadequate," he admits, ears splayed and flushed.

"You're more than enough for me," Kaira interjects. "Maybe we should find the lotus blossoms. They sound a bit more private at least."

"Compared to them I am," Alptraum points out, then pulls his ears down to hide his face. "I cannot believe I am having this conversation."

"They seem overly endowed, given the slenderness of the mares," Kaira says quietly. "And the mares shouldn't be able to stand up straight with all that weight on their chests. But they're magical fae creatures, after all. Half of it is probably glamour."

"I hardly use any glamour," Marisol claims. But then she's a professional milk-mare.

"Ah, fair point, that. And I don't know how to react that the guys actually turn me on. It's weird," Alptraum confesses quietly. "But then I'm a mess."

"Fairy glamour," Kaira claims, and makes a big show of holding onto Alptraum's hand when she stands up.

Alptraum rises now too. "Flower power it is," the Eeee tells Mirasol. "I am sure it will help us recover some stamen-a."

The pun goes over the unicorn's head, having to dodge the horn. But Kaira gets it and laughs. She then shows she's not above using a bit of dragon glamour to clear a path through the crowd.

Getting ahead of the crowds makes a difference when it comes to reaching the spiraling river. Giant lotus blossoms can be seen drifting from above to land gently in the river and drift to shore. Once grounded, the petals unfold to reveal two or three passengers which step out. Mirasol points to one of the larger ones excitedly. "We should take that one!" she enthuses.

"I was expecting someone would be peddling these," Alptraum remarks a bit dryly. As he can't really judge one flower from the next, he';; go along with what Mirasol suggests and thus says, "Sounds good to me."

"I think only waterfowl-shaped water vehicles are pedaled," Kaira says with a smirk. The trio gets into the indicated lotus, which begins to close up its petals. The center of the flower is smooth and a bit spongy for comfort, and once the petals have finished closing they turn transparent - at least from the inside - so that riders can see out. It's still a bit crowded with the three of them though.

"No fowl boats for me, please," Alptraum remarks as he gets into the flower boat, then folds his wings in as tight as he can to try and make space.

Still, the most convenient arrangement puts an elf in Alptraum's lap, and unicorn behind him. At least he gets a headrest out of it. The lotus drifts back into the river and picks up speed going against the current, until it lifts off into the air. It doesn't go very high, since up above is more ground again, but it does provide a nice view. It moves deeper into the Cornucopia, where the landscape gets a lot more forested.

Alptraum is grateful the unicorn wasn't a stallion, that would make for some uncomfortable seating. "It is strange this isn't the oddest way I have traveled before?" he comments as he peers about, and around, Kaira so he can see where they are going.

"What was the oddest?" Kaira has to ask. As the pastoral scenery passes, the lotus is already starting to descend towards the river again. "Something interesting must be going on close by," Mirasol comments.

"Sliding through the intestine of a Goddess," Alptraum notes to Kaira, "Close second was the floating flatulent gas monsters." Mirasol's comment then gives him pause. "What sort of something?" he asks.

The unicorn shrugs, which feels odd against the back of the bat's head. "The lotuses just go where they will, I think, between the two ends of the Cornucopia. But we'll find out soon!"

The lotus floats down to the water, then to shore again at the edge of a forested glade. At the center is a singular, tall tree and around it dance some sort of fae women with translucent butterfly wings. A satyr sits nearby, playing pan-pipes.

"Oh, looks like a dance of some sort. That is interesting," Alptraum admits as he leans sideways to get a better look.

The petals unfold, and the music can be heard. It has an expected surreal quality to it. The nymphs circle the tree, doing an odd dance. They face the trunk and clap their hands, then take a few steps clockwise before turning and shaking their rear at the tree. "Out out out!" they chant. "Come out of the wood and share our song! Out of the wood and have some fun!"

"That is .... different," Alptraum concludes as one ear skews sideways at the off chanting. "And a bit silly, really. Should we get out...?"

Alptraum tries to push Kaira out of the flower, then! "Here, it's just like being born again, passing through some petals," he claims.

The elf nearly trips, but turns into a skip in typical 'I meant to do that' style. The dancing nymphs don't seem to notice, caught up in their clapping and wiggling, but the satyr leers in welcome.

Alptraum gets out next! At least the satyr won't leer at him! Once out, he offers a hand to Mirasol.

The unicorn takes the offered hand and titters. And then the satyr leers at her and Alptraum. Kaira isn't exactly following the dance, but is still swaying a bit at least. Dragons probably aren't known to cut up the dancefloor after all.

Alptraum joins the dance. Complete with the clapping and silly butt wiggling, too. Why? Who knows? It seemed like the thing to do.

The nymphs make room for Alptraum. He's got long hair and wings, so they probably think he's just a bigger nymph of some sort. Up close though, Alptraum can see the effects of the dance on the tree. A rather long, beak-nosed face is forming in the bark and pressing outwards. The dance changes slightly, as which nymph is in front of the face darts in during the wiggling portion to rub her rump against the tree trunk. Clap clap, rotate, wiggle goes the dance.

Granted he's male and they mostly aren't ... but Alptraum doesn't point this out to anyone. He's too busy laughing and having fun. Even the butt-wiggling is pretty amusing, really. Probably all the time as the rat and other forms with less inhibitions. Of course if he ends up in butt-rubbing position, that'll be odd.

The ring rotates, and Alptraum does indeed come up to his turn at bark-polishing. The face is a bit more prominent now, looking.. mildly surprised?

Alptraum has done worse, so the poor shocked tree gets a face of bat-butt briefly. It's not like any of this can be talked about outside after all. What could happen? Butt splinters?

Alptraum yipes! This causes him to jump! "What the heck was that?!?" he wonders.

A quick look after landing shows a branch where there was none before. It isn't covered with bark though, but smooth heartwood. It's also extremely phallic in shape, save for a flower bud at the very tip. The dance actually speeds up now, as the next nymph in line rushes up tot he tree and strokes the new growth excitedly.

Alptraum ends up laughing and rubbing his face, feeling a bit embarrassed. Still, no harm done, and he's fine! So, he keeps up with the dancers. He'll even rub the branch if he's expected to do so! Why? Eh, he needs to have some fun and not worry all the time.

The more the branch is rubbed, the more surprised the tree-face gets. After several more nymphs have their turns, the bud seems to be starting to bloom. It's nearly fully opened by the time Alptraum comes around for his turn again.

Alptraum realizes he'll probably regret this horribly, but ... the bat reaches out and rubs the almost-bloomed branch!

It feels a bit oily, rather than the sticky sort of feel one might expect from tree sap. And as Alptraum does his turn of rubbing, the flower finishes blooming and the entire tree starts to shake! Something like glitter seems to rain down out of its canopy. Or very sparkly pollen.

"Weird," Alptruam thinks, and has to wonder why it is oily. Well, for the few seconds he can before the glitter rains down! "Is this pollen? Please just be pollen," he thinks while, well, giggling.

The dance breaks down as the nymphs stop to spin, writhe and gyrate under the pollen! Even Alptraum feels a bit of a tingle, even if his fae-ness is grafted on instead of inherent.

"Funky," Alptraum says as he stops and extends his right hand to see just what it is he's feeling.

The tingling is stronger there, and he also feels slightly light-headed. The nymphs are reacting as if they're being showered in catnip though, and soon begin linking up in pairs and triplets regardless of gender and becoming nymphomaniacs.

Alptraum just laughs and runs his hands through his hair. He remains in the shower a bit longer, enjoying the off feeling, then he heads back towards the others. "Well, I can put that down as a first. I've never make a tree give it up," he says, grinning.

"You're covered in glitter," Kaira says, and tries to brush some off of Alptraum's chest.. which also feels very nice, just being touched! Mirasol also starts to reach out to get some.

"You might want to be careful, this stuff will make you feel weird," Alptraum warns them, but doesn't try to stop them.

Kaira doesn't seem to react, and asks, "Weird how?" Mirasol gets a bit on her finger and licks it, then tries to rub her whole body against Alptraum to get more of it.

Alptraum acks! He tries to fight off the rubbing unicorn! "I am not a rubbing post!" he complains.

"At least you aren't a salt lick," Kaira says, and tries to help by pulling on Mirasol's tail (gotta watch the pointy end). She finally has to bite it to make the unicorn let go of Alptraum though. "Noooo!" the milk-mare complains.

"Ooooh, just let her," Alptraum relents. Now he feels bad that the mare got bit. He spreads his arms and says, "Have fun."

Unicorns may be 'svelte' but Mirasol still outweighs Alptraum. The bat gets bowled over as the mare tries to wear him it seems. "Beat me with your wings!" she begs, while Kaira looks on dumbfounded.

Alptraum feels like an animated stoal, or something. Still, eh, there's no harm in it! She starts whacking the mare with his wide-spread wings!

A maniacally laughing unicorn bouncing around in ecstasy over being spanked by batwings is definitely a memorable experience. It's a good thing she has a well padded chest or it might hurt. But after a few minutes, Mirasol either reaches her limit or the reaction to the pollen wears off, leaving her panting atop Alptraum.

Alptraum is giggling like mad, himself. "Another first, I guess!" he says as he tries to roll Mirasol off of him! "I think she had some sort of odd conniption."

The mare is rolled off, and doesn't try to get up just yet. The satyr starts playing again, and a few of the nymphs manage to get to their feet to start the dance again.

Alptraum now gets up and dusts himself off. "We should probably go before it happens again. How can they keep going?" he asks and looks back towards the nymphs.

"Should we carry her?" Kaira asks, unwilling to get too close to the mare. "Maybe she just needs to be milked or something? As for the nymphs.. well.. they're nymphs after all. I don't think they're bright enough to think of other forms of entertainment."

"We should probably carry her," Alptraum agrees as he tries to get a good grip on Mirasol and drag her back towards the flower boat.

Kaira gets the hooves, which makes it go faster at least. "Mooo," the unicorn says, and giggles. She seems a little more lucid once they get back onto the lotus though.

"Moo," Alptraum retorts, then promptly starts nursing on Mirasol again. Well, she did ask for it!

The lotus closes up, and starts to move into the river again. The 'ambrosia' tastes different this time. Not at all motherly, being more titillating this time instead. It may be mood milk, or actually have a glamour of some sort! It makes Mirasol giggle a lot, and even nuzzle at Alptraum's head until Kaira grabs her horn. "We don't have room for that," she notes, as she has to press up behind Alptraum this time.

"We're in a flower," Kaira points out. "I mean you can keep milking her, just.. she was getting a bit excited it seemed."

"Well, maybe I wanted to be in a flower," Alptraum retorts crudely. He then smirks and sits back, knowing he should probably behave.

"Well, we'll probably land again and.." even as Kaira starts to say it, the lotus is dropping down already. ".. and this flower seems way too responsive."

This time the lotus brings them to some riverside ruins. There are a few marble columns standing, and more that have toppled over or broken. Once the petals open, the sounds of splashing and laughing can be heard, and an almost overwhelming scent of roses.

"Oh look! Broken stuff!" Alptraum announces as he exits the flower, then offers a hand to each of the ladies. "What place is this?"

"Someplace with something interesting or useful," Kaira guesses. There's some music heard as well - a harp!

"You two are useless," Alptraum grumbles. He heads in the direction of the music.

"I'm not useless!" Kaira argues, while Mirasol just jiggles a bit as she follows. Beyond the ring of pillars is a pool with a fountain in the center. Cherubic marble unicorns on the fountain spew out water, but each one has a different color of water. This all pours into the pool, where the different colors don't mix but remain separate. Several multicolored unicorns are in the pool as well, and a blue-and-pink-and-orange mare is strumming the harp just outside the pool. "Monochromes!" one of the stallions calls. "Come get some color!"

".... Funky," Alptraum declares again. "What place exactly is this? What does that stuff ... do?"

"What? This is the legendary-ish Fountain of Ty'dye, of course. It's famous across.. this section of the Cornucopia!" the one-horned man claims, then grins. His teeth are still pearly white, as is his horn.

"You could wash off the rest of the pollen," Kaira admits, and sticks a toe into the water. "It's warm!"

"This looks extremely silly," Alptraum notes to the others, "Do either of you want to jump in?"

The response is a big splash as Mirasol cannonballs into the pool, splashing streaks of color across Alptraum and Kaira. "Or you could just throw me in at this point," Kaira says afterwards.

"As you wish," Alptraum says as he lifts Kaira up ... then chucks her into the pool! He's stronger than he looks, after all. Then it's his turn ... he stebs back, then takes a running leap into the pool!

The water is bath-like.. complete with a slightly soapy feel. Splashing even causes bubbles to float up! Kaira comes up sputtering and laughing, and then pushes her palm against Alptraum's chest to leave a blue print. The colors seem to run a bit on the elf-skin, instead of sticking like they do to fur. It's also not difficult to pick out Mirasol among the other mares.. at least until her breasts are visible. The others are not quite so endowed.

Alptraum fights back by doing things to Kaira's head since it has hair. "Two can play at that game!" he retorts as he wrestles with the elf for a bit. Of course he tries to drag the other unicorns in as well. At least he didn't do what he first thought of doing; putting a butt-print on Kaira's head.

There are a lot of other prints on display though. Many of the mares sport 'hand bra' prints in various colors, although the stallions have hand-prints on areas as well (particularly their rumps) and almost everyone has lip prints in strategic places. Kaira acks and flails a bit at the not-quite-shampoo treatment. Mirasol joins in, as she hasn't collected any prints yet, and some of the others crowd around as well. Having big, skin-flapped wings, Alptraum is a veritable canvas.

Alptraum acks! His wings flop and twist around. He also ends up grabbing unicorns in in supposed defense. Or rather, in interesting places! He doesn't even care what gender he grabs; he's just having fun and trying to relax.

Aside from hands and lips, unicorns come with paint-brush tipped tails, so Alptraum is assaulted and tickled with those (which also go to interesting places). And then there are the tongues. These aren't used for painting though. The soapy water churns into a rainbow of bubbles, and the Eeee finds quite a few breasts pressed to his lips to get his mark.. including Kaira's, who doesn't want to be left out. Mirasol is already occupied by two of the regular-chested mares who crave some ambrosia.. which makes their breasts plump up for some reason.

Those breasts are not disappointed as he kisses on them, leaving batlip-prints! Tongues, well, those are always nice and he encourages the use of those too! Tails, well, he grabs those and paints other people with them when he gets that chance! There are even a few stallions that end up with some batlip prints in, well, interesting places.

Things happen below the surface as well, but at least Alptraum can see the horn of who is doing it. It probably isn't too surprising: unicorns tend to look alike, so anything novel is going to attract them - like being rainbow colored or being a species they haven't seen before. Conversely, Kaira, looking like a plain old elf, gets relatively little attention except from the more artistic unicorns that like the effect of colors running down her skin. So it isn't a big shock when a lion-tailed, purple-and-green rump rises up out of the water before the bat and wiggles invitingly.

Alptraum's brow goes up, then he ends up laughing and shaking his head! But hey, why not. First the bat ends up kissing the side of that offered rump. Then, well, he ends up using his own brush to work on it in a different way, making sure it has a line bisecting it, then with a bullseye that gets speared!

This gets the bat hugged from behind (by a stallion), who either hopes to be his 'coach', live vicariously through him, or start some sort of multicolored conga-orgy. But it's the rump itself that pushes back and wiggles harder! Soapy-water makes for interesting lube, and.. oh.. the bubbles..

Alptraum rubs back against the stallion invitingly! Why? The glitter probably did mess with him a little and get him to not be as well, uptight. Something he'll probably regret later. As for the one in front of him, Alptraum pushes right back and stays, well, speared upon it! He's giggling goofily, too.

It's still hard to keep track of who is who in the multicolored tangle, since the colors keep getting washed over with new ones all the time. Just because he's engaged with a few unicorns doesn't stop the others from their painting, licking and pushing of anatomy onto him. At least two other mares are giving milk (it may be contagious if they're the ones that nursed on Mirasol) with unique flavors. Others try to wrap themselves in his wings, something or someone is licking his ankles underwater and at least one other unicorn is meticulously coloring each braid of his hair. And so, so many pointy horns wave and bob about recklessly. At least it feels nice inside whatever unicorn has hold of his horn.

Alptraum is glad Tulani isn't here to see this. Or, well, anyone else. He does try to tend to whatever unicorn presents itself ... while his hips tends to whatever one he's in! At some point, he actually invites one of the stallions into him. Not something likely possible, but it was a spur of the moment soft of thing; the kind that usually comes when you have had way too much to drink! Still, it's all just fun, and rather innocent when it comes down to it. It's just about enjoying each other.

It's not too big to handle, but does require some better support. He ends up between Mirasol, who is perched on the edge of the fountain under a green torrent, and an unnamed stallion. It would be disastrous if the two males didn't make sure to synchronize thrusts! There me another one lining behind the first stallion, but Alptraum can't really see with his face smushed into Mirasol's chest.

The whole situation feels weird, but it's not unpleasant at all. In the back of his mind he's pretty sure he's going to regret this later, but this isn't a real world, it's more like a dream, so nothing counts! Or at least that will be his argument about his actions anyway. So, there's a whole lot of nursing combined with a whole lot of squish-pounding going on.

So many bubbles, but the soapy water does make certain things easier to do and to take. And the green, squishy nature of Mirasol does remind a bit of Gorphat.. but the soapy nature quashes that soon enough. And the fountain pouring over them changes from green to gold eventually. The rose smell is also strong and everything together is dizzying. He doesn't always notice when his partners change, especially if it's done during a position change. It isn't until he notices the woman bent over in front of him doesn't have a tail that he realizes he's gotten to Kaira.

Once Alptraum realizes it's Kaira, well, he's a lot more gentle, and rather more thorough, with her. He knows her better, and has more of an idea of what movements she likes,. Plus, she's got no fur, which means she's a prime tickle target! Which he only does a little at least. It's more about rutting her than tickle-tormenting her at least.

Kaira does laugh louder than the unicorns, as well as make other noises (and is generally squeaky to work with). A few of the mares take notice of the extra attention she gets from Alptraum, and make a game of trying to distract him by jiggling bits or making out with each-other (but then, the stallions do that too). Especially when the elf 'cheats' and turns around to face him during a position change, instead of letting another unicorn take her place. The stallion who was next in line seems to pout a bit at losing his turn.

Still, Kaira gets the extra attention, if for nothing else than she could get revenge later, while the unicorns will likely never see him again. Even in his weird mental state, he's not stupid and knows when it's a good idea to cater to someone. And besides, at least one unicorn is still getting some of him; at least it sure feels like that.

The harpist is the first to wear out.. or else just wants to join in the fun. More and more, the unicorns pair up as 'try to distract Alptraum' becomes 'this is pretty fun too' - and it isn't like wanton sex has side-effects when you're technically already dead. A few even migrate to the grass, which reduces the bubble count. Eventually, Alptraum is down to Kaira and Mirasol and Mr. Likes-to-lick-his-ears.

And that continues on for quite some time. It's surprising that the bat isn't getting sore, but in this place things are a little weird. He's at least past feeling too embarrassed about it and just rather enjoys it all, even the unique sensations that come when, well, there are the explosive peaks in the copulation. But, after a few more rounds, Alptraum starts to disentangle himself from the others. Maybe the ear-licking finally become too much. Or, more likely he realizes they should move on before they completely forget they have to leave at some point.

It still takes some effort to get out of the pool (since the surfaces are slippery for those without hooves), and stagger back to the lotus, leaving rainbow trails behind them like psychedelic slugs. Except for her hair and eyebrows, most of the color has left Kaira. Alptraum and Mirasol are still watercolor works of art though. "That was refreshing," the unicorn claims as she sits in the center of the lotus, waiting for Alptraum to take his place in her lap.

"That was odd," Alptraum counters as he checks himself for damage. "And we will not speak of it again," he adds and casts a look to Kaira as he settles into Mirasol's lap.

Kaira also checks Alptraum for damage - for the moment, his 'horn' is a swirled red-and-bright-pink that would look alarming if it didn't look like candy. Then the rainbow-haired elf sits in his lap, chest to chest, so that he doesn't have to look at it himself. The lotus closes up and begins moving again. "Should we think of what to see next, or just let the flower decide?" Kaira asks.

"Considering I have no idea what is even in here, may as well let the flower decide," Alptraum admits as he looks at the technicolor Kaira.

"Mmmm, I think I prefer your hair as it naturally is," Alptraum notes after some thought.

Something flashes past outside the flying flower, then again as the lotus spirals around it. It's a giant golden unicorn horn, the size of a tower! The flower lowers, once more finding the river and shore. The top part of a giant unicorn's head is there, made of stone and big enough to form the base of the horn-tower. It's mouth is open, providing an entrance.

"Hey, look, someone has an ego bigger than yours," Alptraum quips and nudges Kaira as he gestures at the giant unicorn head.

"Unicorns tend to be a bit vain," Kaira claims. "I am merely self-aware." She does get up out of Alptraum's lap though when the petals unfold.

Alptraum pats Kaira's butt in the process, then rises and steps out of the flower too. "Where are we?" he asks Mirasol.

"Oh my, this must be the legendary Spire of the Corn God," Mirasol says, taking a deep breath (with impressive results) and putting her hands to her cheeks in awe.

Alptraum's brow arches a little. "The Corn God? What' some big, husky fellow with large ears?" he has to ask and tries to keep a straight face.

"Nobody knows what the Corn God looks like," Mirasol claims. "Only that the spire holds the Book of Creation, holding the spells used to create this realm and the Cornucopia!"

"Well, time to find out what he looks like," Alptraum declares, then heads on in. Or at least tries to.

It's rather dark in a giant unicorn's mouth, but hopefully the route goes upwards. Mirasol helps by making her own horn glow. The trip is short, before they come up against a wall with an ornate looking keyhole (or at least it should be a keyhole, if for a very weird, twisty sort of key).

"It's for a unicorn's horn. Mirasol, stick your horn in here," Alptraum suggests.

The unicorn seems uncertain, but kneels down and tries to put her horn into it. She has to twist her head about at an uncomfortable angle, but can't turn it enough to spiral the horn in fully. "I can't turn my head any more than this," she notes. There's still about two inches of it left to go.

"Kaira, grab her legs," Alptraum instructs as he grabs her torso. They can just lift the unicorn and rotate her completely!

Marisol bleats in alarm at this, but also knows to try and keep rigid. She has to be turned four times before the lock clicks. "I have never felt so literally screwed before," she notes. The wall recesses inward slightly as a result.

Alptraum draws Mirasol back, and then helps her to her hooves. "Hey, it was better than cutting the horn off," he points out helpfully. "Also, probably dizzying."

"I live on a floating tree with rope bridges that twist all over," the mare says, then adjusts her breasts, as if they could get dizzy.

"Come on, the door is open," Alptraum points out, then pushes on the wall to try and open it the rest of the way.

The wall swings open, revealing a round room. There aren't any obvious doors anywhere, other than the entrance they came through, and the only piece of furniture is a stone 'bed' or altar, complete with shackles and some sort of spiralling wire that also looks like it fits over a unicorn horn.

"Okay, this place has gone to creepy," Alptraum admits as he enters the room and eyes the altar. "That does not look healthy, at all."

Mirasol is reluctant to approach the table, but Kaira isn't. She wipes away dust to find an inscription. "What's this say, Mira?" she asks sweetly.

The mare grabs onto Alptraum's hand before approaching and bringing her light to bear. "It translates to: make me laugh," she says.

"That doesn't make it any less creepy," Alptraum notes. "What, you tie someone down and tickle them?"

"The horn-harness must respond to.. uh.. unicorn power," Kaira suggests. "So.. probably? It uses tickle-power to power something.. or open a door maybe."

"Do we really want to try it? We only have one unicorn here, unless I turn into one," Alptraum points out.

"Look, want me to be the unicorn if you really want to try this?" Alptraum asks.

"So long as you have a magical reaction, it shouldn't matter," Kaira says. "But if it doesn't work we can try again with Mirasol."

"All right. At least it will test if it's dangerous," Alptraum admits as he sits on the edge of the altar. "No, I'm not, I'm just weird," is his reply before he closes his eyes and focuses on the only unicorn body pattern he actually knows, the female that Hortense claimed.

The result is something very close to Mirasol, especially since the black fur is still multi-colored from the spring. But Maretraum is a bit curvier and has stouter legs, being slightly more equine than the local breed.

Maretraum stretches and glances back at the altar worryingly. She then shrugs and lies back. "Strap me in and hook me up," she says to the other two. Man, she's also reminded how having large breasts feels so weird.

The shackles are silver - untarnished, magical god-silver or something. They feel comfortable enough though. Kaira fits the horn-harness on carefully. "So... where are you most ticklish?" Kaira asks. Along with the heavy-breast feeling is the reminder that Maretraum also needs occasional milking.

"I ... don't know?" Maretraum admits. She doesn't remember if she has ever really been tickled. Sexed, tormented, and milked, sure, but not tickled.

"Well.." Marisol says, and uses her tailtip to try and tickle Maretraum's navel.

From near the head of the altar, Kaira reports, "That caused a little bit of glow near the base of her horn." So Mirasol tries tickling Maretraum's nipples next.

Maretraum squirms! She ends up giggling even more, and well, her nipples start to leak, too.

"Still only a little bit," Kaira notes, and reaches down to go for the armpits with her slender elf fingers.

"Ack!" Maretraum complains as her back arches and boy does she giggle and laugh! It's a good thing she is chained down, really, or she might have accidentally whacked Kaira.

"Huh, that was just two spirals worth," Kaira says. She pulls her fingers back, then cracks them. "Stand back, Mirasol," she warns. "And forget what you're about to see.."

"Don't you dare..." Maretraum warns, wide eyed and scooting on the altar as much as the chains allow.

Kaira comes around to the side of the altar, takes a deep breath, and closes her eyes. Her back arches several times, almost painfully, before the blue-and-gold feathered wings seem to burst forth. She fluffs them about a bit..

"This feels weird," Kaira notes. She does start slow and gently though, caressing Maretraum almost sensuously..

Kaira alternates wings for each sweep, and Marisol timidly approaches the head of the altar to monitor the power coil. "Holding stead at three coils.. but no further," she reports.

"I'll let you tickle me later," Kaira promises, and just goes wild with both wings, making sure to get feathers brushing over as much unicorn-hide as possible, as quickly as possible.

If Maretraum had toes, they would be wiggling like bad! "You are so going to get it some day!" she squeals in the moment she's actually able before the poor unicorn ends up just writhing and giggle-laughing like mad. It's so bad she's crying.

"That's got it, just.. eep!" Marisol reports, just as the floor around the altar begins to rise up towards the ceiling.

"Hah!" Kaira crows, until she looks up to see that the ceiling isn't opening up or anything. "Ah.. hmmm.. more juice?"

"I hate both of you!" Mavetraum whines very loudly as tears run down her cheeks!

This means fingers get added to the feathers, and a unicorn tail (and Maretraum's tail too) and even a unicorn tongue in one of Maretraum's ears.

This makes Mavetraum sort of gibber. She's probably saying all sorts of horrible Sylvanian curses, but what comes out is a garbled mess. If she survives this, there will be revenge.

The platform rises faster, and this time the ceiling does dilate open at the last moment, bringing them up to a second level. This one has pedestals with unicorn heads on them at various heights. They look very lifelike.

"Ugh, that was a strain on my wings," Kaira complains as she pulls them back into herself. Mirasol goes about unstrapping Maretraum.

"Aw crap, if there is a guillotine up here," Mavetraum thinks as she sits up. She makes several half-hearted swats at the pair, too.

"Hey, you want god-loot don't you?" Kaira asks, then goes to poke at the heads. They seem to be firmly affixed to their pedestals. "Look for more instructions?"

"Stay like this or change back?" Maretraum asks as she now goes to look for something that indicates what to do.

There's another inscription on one of the chest-level head-estals. And in unicorn form, Maretraum can read it. Feed Me.

Mavetraum keeps looking while she mutters to herself about stupid giant boobs. She then facepalms when she reads the inscription. "The heads nurse on you," she calls out, then presents one breast to one of the heads, pushing the nipple against its lips.

The lips do indeed close over it.. and a pump turns on somewhere because it doesn't suckle, it sucks! The head's horn starts to light up from the bottom, slowly spiraling upwards.

The sucking feeling is all too familiar. In spite of herself, Maretraum ends up whinnying, much like she does in Hortense's milk machine.

The horn isn't filling up all that fast though, and Kaira and Mirasol comes to watch. "Does it hurt?" Kaira asks.

"No, it doesn't hurt," Maretraum says with a shudder. "This body is designed for milking, so ... it's pretty intense."

Of course, one breast isn't going to be enough, and the issue of switching while the suction is still on comes up.

Mavetraum tries to squeeze her breasts together and get the other nipple to the lips to see if it can suck both at the same time.

"Here," Marisol offers, and sticks a finger in to break the suction. "Don't try both at once.. trust me. They do not want to point that way."

Maretraum, with the suction broken, switches to the other one. "I know someone who could probably get both in," she admits.

"Someone with stunt teats?" Marisol asks, sounding impressed. "I have trouble dealing with two people without getting poked in the cheeks."

Boob Number Two gets the horn-gauge almost to the half-way point. It really is a two mare job, apparently - or else the tower is adapting to what's actually available.

Maretraum dislodges herself using her finger. "Your turn," she tells Mirasol as she rubs her now sore teats.

The 'professional' takes her turn, and makes faces of discomfort. Unlike Maretraum, Mirasol apparently hasn't been hooked up to an actual constant-suction milking machine before.

Kaira crosses her fingers and bites her lower lip, paying close attention to the horn-gauge.

"What, you don't want to be boob-sucked?" Maretraum asks Kaira. "They feel like two giant hickeys," the unicorn then explains.

"What are hickeys?" Kaira unsurprisingly asks. Scaled necks wouldn't be susceptible to hickeys after all. It does distract her from the gauge though, as Mirasol switches tanks.

"Painful bruises caused by too much sucking," Maretraum explains. "Sorta like a blood blister."

"Ooooh," the elf notes, nodding her head. "Maybe we'll find some butter to rub on them?"

"I was afraid of that," Kaira says and approaches the pedestal. She goes up on her tiptoes, but can't quite reach. "Someone has to lift me up a bit.."

The elf is sucked on. There isn't much for her to give, but after going through both breasts the gauge finishes filling. The horn glows bright, and then flashes blindingly. When vision returns to normal, the trio are in a new chamber. Like the first, the walls are blank but there's something in the middle. It looks like a stuffed unicorn of the four-legged variety, missing the legs and tail. Instead a brass and silver pipe rises up from the floor to suspend it. Of course there is an inscription across its rear: Ride Me. The floor around it looks odd as well - it's still stone, but looks puffy.

Maretruam makes sure that riding it is, well, on its back and not what the stallions did to Alptraum earlier.

Since the unicorn doesn't have anything underneath except for some brass clockwork, it likely isn't that. There's no saddle, and the only things to really hold onto are the immobile neck and the horn.

Maretraum sighs and knows she will regret this, but climbs upon its back, leans forward, wraps one arm around its neck and the other hand grips the horn. "Those of us about to die are going to haunt you forever," she grumbles.

The unicorn springs to.. not life, but action. It bucks up and down, spins and rocks forward and back! It makes holding on difficult, since all of Maretraum's inertia wants to throw her somewhere else. It also makes her chest bounce around a bit painfully!

After 11 seconds, Maretraum finds herself on her back on the spongy, soft stone floor, looking up at the ceiling. The horn on the mechanical unicorn is about a quarter lit up.

"Not it!" Mirasol quickly says. Kaira gets up and makes her way to the contraption. "At least I won't be bobbling around," she says before climbing on. Besides being smaller-chested, she's also a lot lighter and smaller in general, and ends up being swung around as she screams and tries to cling to the neck, sliding off to one side and into the padding after only a few seconds.

Mirasol goes next, lasting as long as Maretraum did thanks to watching what worked the first time. Maretraum's second try only lasts a few seconds, and Mirasol matches that again on her next try. This gets the horn past the half-way point.

Maretraum gave up any sort of dignity with the last attempt. Being utterly annoyed she actually draped herself over the contraption and wrapped herself around its mid-section, creating a unicorn-ring by grabbing her ankles under its belly! There's no easy way she's going to come off this time! Yes, it looks completely stupid, but dammit, she's tired of being thrown!

No matter how it gyrates, the mechanical unicorn can't throw off its rider! The horn continues to fill up, until a bell is rung and the device comes to a stop. Part of the ceiling pours down to form a steep stairway up to the next level.

Maretraum slides off the device into a pile. "Ow. I hate your Corn god," she complains for an uncomfortable-looking pile upon the floor. It takes her a good minute before she is able to get up.

"It would make us climb after that," Kaira notes. Her bare butt does look bruised as she leads the way up the stairs.

"If I get stuck in tack next, I'm going to be annoyed," Maretraum grumbles as she follows behind Kaira.

The fourth level is empty except for a wooden stand holding a unicorn horn. A four-foot long unicorn horn, with a rounded base and a wooden handle for the very tip. The inscription reads, "Spank The Elf."

"What.. with that?" Kaira asks, pointing to the horn-bat. The stairs are gone, leaving the floor unbroken once more.

"Hah! Very funny," Kaira says, crossing her arms. She turns to Mirasol and asks, "What does it really say?"

Maretraum grabs the grip-end of the odd bat-paddle. "The sooner you bend over, the sooner this is over," she says to Kaira.

The actual horn part seems a bit floppy once the bat is picked up. It might be made of a thick foam material, like the padded 'stone' on the previous floor.

"If I do this, you can't still take revenge for the tickling!" Kaira declares, backed up against a wall. She then turns and assumes the position against the wall.

Maretraum winds up with the floppy bat. "This will hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me," she remarks rather dryly, then takes a swing! Well, not a really hard one at least, just enough of one to make a nice whacking sound when it contacts.

"Ouch!" Kaira yelps, her butt jiggling just a little bit due to elfin skinniness. The blue patch that was already developing spreads a bit though, and the wide-end of the bat lights up. It will probably take several whacks to get to the end.

"Oh, I've been beatin' on an elf-butt, all the live-long-day," Maretraum sings as she winds up again, then goes about laying quite a few well-placed bottom-beatings upon Kaira!

The elf is in tears (and gone through a few expletives) before the bat is glowing as fully as her behind is. A gong sounds, and a voice announces, "You have proven yourselves worthy!" A circular patch on the floor lights up as well. "Proceed to claim your reward!"

"Just remember this while your backside is hurting," Maretraum whispers to Kaira. "At least it wasn't you being rutted by Vorgulremik earlier. It was way worse than your little bottom-bopping. Be grateful for that mercy, eh?" She then pats Kaira's shoulder. "I wonder if I should turn back to myself before going up there...

Once everyone is on the glowing center circle, they are transported to the what may be the final chamber of the tower! Unlike the previous chambers, this one is packed with stuff. The circular wall is covered in floor-to-ceiling display shelves, filled with tiny unicorns! Some look like Mirasol, while others are four-footed and range from realistic to simple. They come in every color, and where they don't the manes do - some of which are very long and flowing. Each of them has its own little clear display box, usually with a colorful pasteboard backing that has their name and other information.

There are several pedestals as well, holding unfolding models of floating tree houses made of something like resin or chitin, with one or two doll-like unicorn figures. The largest of the platforms holds the Deluxe Cornucopia Playset. A light shines down on the most prominent pedestal, which holds a thick, glossy book titled 'Unicornography! Spring 7214 Catalog.' At the center of the room is a spiraling staircase leading upwards.

" ... what exactly am I looking at here?" Maretaum has to wonder as she goes to look at the catalog. "Is this whole place basically some sort of toy?"

Mirasol is looking at the figures on the shelves, while Kaira comes to stand next to Maretraum. The catalog holds many colorful pictures, with each page devoted to a figure or playset or similar item. There are even Color Changing versions of the figures compatible with the Tie-Dye Fountain of Fun set. Paint with warm water, change them back with cold! it declares. "I think these were the inspiration for the place, probably," Kaira guesses.

"Are you sure? It really looks like we're some sort of toys," Maretraum remarks rather dryly. So, she goes and looks for statues of themselves.

While there are a few black unicorns (and quite a few that look like Mirasol) there aren't any bat people or elves. There is a lotus blossom carriage though. Mirasol looks through the catalog as well.

"This is rather unnerving," Maretraum admits. "It's like the stuffed bats that look like me back home. Well, the regular me." She peers around a bit more, then heads for the staircase leading upward to see if she can see what's up there.

The level above is a living space. There are actual windows of a sort: transparent areas looking outwards from near the top of the tower. The ceiling is high, going all the way to the tip of the 'horn' that makes up the structure. There's a bed, wardrobe, sitting and bath area. None of the furniture looks particularly fancy, aside from a large crystal rectangle that hovers in place over what looks like a crystal ball on a table facing the bed. There are several playing-card-sized items on the table as well.

"So, where is the owner of this place?" Maretraum echoes, then walks over to the table to get a look at the cards and the crystal ball. She's used to crystal balls, after all. Every gypsy troupe has one.

The cards all have colorful faces with frolicking elves on them, and different titles, such as Tickle Party 4, Milky Nymphs, Bucking Bimbos and Spanktacular Elves.

"I swear this is just a world of toys. Look at these cards," Maretraum remarks and gestures to the disturbing artwork. "I have to admit, this is a little depressing."

"I assume he wasn't around when Vorg ate this place," Kaira says, and checks under the bed. "There were a few sorts that were really good at crafting Elfheims that would make one and then move on."

After looking at the cards, Kaira purses her lips. "Well, these explain the tower trials," she notes. "Someone wanted a world that reflected their hobbies. Remember the one that was a giant rock collection? He must have made this, then gotten some unicorns to populate it. We didn't see any of the four-legged sort or the others that are on the shelves though."

"The giant rock collection?" Maretraum asks. "Where is the creator, then? Did they become a unicorn themselves and are out there having fun?"

Kaira blinks at that. "Huh, probably? Or else in another Echo. I hadn't considered they might actually be a unicorn themselves! But it makes sense. Why build it all and then hole up in a tower?"

"Actually, I suspect it's a child. This seems the sort of ... hm," Maretraum notes. "Maybe not. I don't remember children daydreaming about buggering unicorns," she concedes.

"Those toys looked expensive too," Kaira says, and looks through the cards. "Can't imagine a child being into spanking either. If I knew who or where they were though, I'm of a mind to do some spanking of my own! One thing is certain, however.." She looks to the wardrobe. "He believed in clothes. Probably. Could be anything in the wardrobe."

Maretraum pats Karia's butt. She flashes a grin as she saunters over to the wardrobe so she can take a look.

There's no lock on it, and the wardrobe itself is probably the plainest one Maretraum has ever seen. No leering faces or fretwork at all! Opening it up reveals.. a black unicorn! Actually it's a mirror.. one that reflects her but not the rest of the room. It has another scene entirely: a marbled hall that seems out of focus.

"Ooookay, what is this? A gateway to another place?" Maretraum wonders as she peers at the mirror. She then, well, pokes at it.

The surface ripples like water, distorting everything. "Ah, yeah, probably," Kaira says from beside Maretraum. "Must be how the creator gets to and from this tower."

Kaira goes to the stairs and calls down. "Mirasol, we're going through a magic mirror in the wardrobe up here!" After that, she nods to Maretraum. "Should be safe!"

"Well, if it's not, maybe we won't have enough time to reflect on it," Maretraum quips as she quickly steps through to try and avoid getting swatted for that.

The mirror clings a bit as Maretraum passes through, but there aren't any other bizarre effects. She steps out of a much larger mirror mounted to a stone wall at one end of a hallway. Torches in sconces provide more light than real fire should, but since there isn't smoke or heat it's all probably just a magical effect. The long walls have paintings and tapestries - the paintings are portraits of unicorns that bear a family resemblance, and the tapestries show fanciful gatherings of unicorns and fae. Kaira has most trouble getting through the mirror for some reason. One arm flails as she's stuck half-way. "Give me a hand?" she requests.

"Why are you having problems?" Maretraum inquires as she turns and reaches back. She takes hold of Kaira's hand and starts pulling firmly. "Maybe you like to look at yourself so much you find going through a mirror hard?" she asks, grinning.

The elf emerges with a pop. "Ouch!" she complains. "It's probably because I'm not really fae. Or maybe it only likes unicorns."

"Maybe it's because you have bigger breasts then," Kaira suggests with a shrug. "We can ask the owner if he's around."

Maretraum rolls her eyes. "I don't normally have those, either!" she points out, takes Kaira's arm, and down the hallway they go. Slowly, though, to get a good look at the tapestries and portraits.

Most of the portraits depict a tan unicorn stallion with a white blaze at the base of his horn, which is shiny white. Each one seems to show a different age and manner of dress, while one of the tapestries depicts a lot of beings in identical robes posing as a group, with the unicorn among them. There is a portrait of him as an adult, with some sort of ring and tassel dangling from his horn and a proud look on his face, followed by one showing a much older face, with a little shock of black beard to match his mane, and a pair of glasses.

"Why do I get a feeling he's dead?" Maretraum notes as they walk, "But, that would make no sense. Everyone here is dead! Ugh. I guess he's very old now, though?"

"Well, if he's a proper unicorn he wouldn't get elderly," Kaira notes. They reach the end of the hall, which has a set of double-doors. They look a bit fancier than anything back in the Tower of the Corn God, but lack any sort of crest or other clue as to what is beyond them.

Maretraum, having some manners, knocks first, then listens. Also, it's really hard to pick a lock with thick horse fingers.

There's a thump from the other side of the door, followed by some muttering. A moment later the door is pulled open by the unicorn from the paintings, looking surprised. He's got on a 'wizards robe' sort of garment, bright blue with silver stars and comets on it - although it might be a bathrobe. It also sports a fresh brown stain down the front. There's also a fez atop his head, with a hole in the top for his horn to stick out through. "Who? What?" he stammers, and then his glasses start to steam up a bit. "Gluh!"

"She wants to complain about being spanked," Maretraum states and points at Kaira, "I said we shouldn't bother you." It's always wise to not be on the bad size of a wizard.

The unicorn looks between the elf and mare, mouth agape. "You're girls!" he then blurts out. He fumbles to takes his glasses off and wipe them clear with the hem of his robe.

"Uh ... yes? I guess we're bothering you," Maretraum says and turns to leave. "We should probably go. He's crazy," she mouths to Kaira.

"Oh, no no, come in!" the man says, and nearly trips over himself as he steps aside. There's some sort of library beyond the door, with a tall overstuffed chair and a fireplace. A side table has a toppled mug on it, with hot chocolate spilled across the surface, along with a few small marshmallows. "I don't get.. uh.. guests. Where did you come from?" he asks.

Maretraum pauses ... then shrugs and enters. She thumbs back towards the hallway. "Through the mirror in the Cornucopia. We solved all the tower challenges."

"The tower?" the man asks, his voice cracking a bit. There's only the one chair, but there's a thick looking rug, so he sits on the floor. "Please.. make yourselves comfortable?"

"Yes? The Tower of the Corn God?" Maretraum tries to clarify. Since her butt doesn't hurt, she sits in the chair and gives Kaira a rather smug look. She also sits with her legs a bit parted, which means the man might be getting a view of his own.

This causes the unicorn to suddenly clasp his hands together in his lap. "Oh.. r-right," he stammers. "I'm Tobias," he then says, thrusting out his right hand towards Maretraum. "Tobias the.. uh.." he pauses, seeming at a loss. "Corn god," he finally finishes, looking even more embarrassed.

"I, er, I'm. Maretraum?" she offers as she takes his hand and shakes it. "Nice to meet you. What is this Corn God business?"

"Oh, it's not a business!" Tobias insists, seeming to forget about Kaira. "It was just.. I found a pocket of the Unformed while exploring and.. uh.. made Unitopia. I was.. a lot younger. Corn was my nickname.. sort of.. back in school.."

"So, you made a fornication fairyland for unicorns?" Maretraum has to ask, now very amused. Yes, wizard. Distinct lack of social grace, this one.

Tobias' eyes go wide at that description. "I never.. I mean, I let other fans know about it, and.. unicorns moved into it.." he mumbles. "I didn't really go back after that."

"They're all pretty and naked though!" the man gasps. "I can't just.. go around like that!" He seems to remember then that Maretraum and Kaira are naked, and pulls his knees up towards his chest. "They'd laugh at me."

"Why do you think that? You seem fine to me?" Maretraum asks as she nudges him with her left hoof.

"I'm Kay," Kaira finally introduces herself. To Maretraum she whispers, "Ask him about those fetishes."

Tobias gives a short burst of nervous laughter. "Will you promise not to laugh?" he asks.

"And what was with all those tower challenges? Tickling? Milking? Er, spanking?" Maretraum asks.

Slowly, the unicorn stands up and starts to take off his robe. He's a bit skinny, even for a unicorn, but that isn't as noticeable as his stallionhood. He's definitely aroused.. and does look like he's sporting an ear of corn, in terms of color and texture. He seems primed to wince at whatever reaction this produces.

"A little thin, but otherwise fine," Maretraum somehow manages to say with a completely straight face. Bumpy bits are quite enjoyable, after all. Nothing to laugh at.

"It.. it doesn't make you want a snack or anything?" Tobias asks, still expecting embarrassment in some form.

"Well, if you call sucking on it until you pop a snack, maybe," Maretraum remarks a little crudely. "Seriously, it isn't bad. Different, yes, but not bad."

"That's.." Tobias starts to say, then pauses. "That's an unusual attitude," he finally says. "I mean, unicorns are usually pretty big on aesthetics is all. But I've never met a black unicorn before! Can I touch you?"

"Sure. I don't bite. Unless you're into that sort of thing," Maretraum says, still keeping a straight face.

Since Maretraum is sitting and Tobias is standing, the man ends up on his knees, which puts him below the mare's eye level. Since the first thing he reaches for are her breasts, however, that doesn't seem to be an issue. "Wow.. they are soft," he says in wonder as he starts to squeeze and fondle them a bit more boldly.

Maretraum is amused, and doesn't stop him. After all, it does feel kind of nice. "Have you really never been around other unicorns that much?" she has to ask.

Kaira leans against the side of the chair where there isn't a puddle of chocolate.

"Oh.. uh.. of course," Tobias says. "Just not.. all that close, once I got my nickname," he explains.

Maretraum pats Kaira's side. "Was that a magical accident, or birth?" she asks, curious.

"I think it was a curse," Tobias says. "My father stepped on a witch's toes during a dance." He still hasn't lost interest in groping Maretraum yet.

"Well, then it is probably fixable, or has a counter-curse," Maretraum notes. "Witches are like that. Like you must sleep with a mare who does not laugh at you, or something." She hasn't done anything to stop him yet, either.

That suggestion does make him stop, if not let go. "What? You think so? But.. uh.. are you volunteering to help test that?" He already sounds out of breath.

"Mind you, I'm only speaking from my experiences with witches. They usually think they're clever with such ironic solutions," Maretraum notes and shrugs a little. "I could help with that if you want?"

Now the man is really having trouble breathing, so much so that he actually lets go of Maretraum to clutch his own chest for a moment. "Y-yes please," he wheezes. "Do you like being tickled?"

"Are you okay?" Maretraum has to ask. "You're having trouble breathing..." As for Kaira's comment, she pats the elf's butt hard and adds, "As much as this one likes to be spanked."

"I'll.. I'll be fine!" Tobias claims, and gets to his feet a bit shakily before offering a hand to Maretraum. Then he gets an alarmed look! "Did you want to do it right here, or in bed?" he asks, as if worried he'd offended her somehow.

So Tobias leads Maretraum (and Kaira, who isn't about to be left alone) down another short hall and into a bedroom. The bed is a fancy four-poster, the posts being androgynous ivory unicorn forms holding up the canopy. The bedclothes are a bit messy, and the night table and dresser are covered in clutter (including one of the unicorn dolls). "Sorry about the mess," Tobias says. "I.. you're the first person I've brought here. Well, except for when I had Basilisk Flu and my mother brought me soup.."

"Where is your mother?" Maretraum asks as she looks about the room. The furnishings are impressive, but yes, it's still apparent he's a shy sort of wizardly type. She can also imagine him playing with the unicorn figures. Poor guy. What kind of adult collects and plays with toys? It's sad.

"She's probably downstairs, but.. hardly ever comes up here since we got eaten," Tobias claims, and tries to straighten out the bedclothes a bit.

"Probably the spanking type," Kaira whispers to Maretraum, as she scans the room, probably for something she can use as a paddle.

"Shouldn't she meet the mare that will claim the flower of your virginity?" Maretraum can't help but ask and flutter her eyelashes at the wizard.

Tobias freezes in.. fear? "Oh.. uh.. that would pretty much ensure it doesn't happen. Mother has a very clear idea of who I should be with, and it is a younger version of her. Which.. you can imagine how I'd have issues with that."

"Sounds like a real dragon-lady," Kaira says, rolling up a magazine and giving it a few practice swings at the air.

"So, I look nothing like her, then?" Maretraum has to ask. Also, since she spots Kaira messing with a magazine, she snaps her leonine tail right across the elf's butt! "Behave," she then hisses at the elf.

"Oh no, you're so exotic and dusky and.. friendly.." Tobias claims. "Mother is.. mother. I take after her."

Once the bed is done being straightened out, Tobias fluffs the pillows. Several times, as if trying to figure out what to do next.

"And easy," Maretraum whispers to Kaira. The mare slinks herself over to the bed, then sliiiiides herself onto it and rolls onto her back. She spreads her legs invitingly and murmurs huskily at him, "Come here and bury that in my field, hmmm?" How she says that without cranking up with laughter is anyone's guess.

"Just.. go right in?" Tobias asks, but still doesn't wait for confirmation. He lets out a long whinny as he sinks in though - so he's probably more of a horsey-type unicorn than a deery-type, even if he still has cloven hooves. And the texture does feel interesting, certainly! "Can I kiss you?" he then asks.

Maretraum wraps her legs up and around his, making sure he can't get away now. As for that question, she answers it by cupping her hands around the back of his head and kisses him. Big lips and tongue make for interesting kisses, at least!

From that point, Tobias seems to have a general idea what to do. He does get a but over exuberant at times, resulting in much bouncing, which he then has to pause to catch his breath over. He also finds out that Maretraum gives milk, which leads to further interludes in the action. So far it hasn't had any effect on his namesake texture, which isn't a bad thing.

Maretraum does try to guide him some without explicitly telling him how to do things. And, she's patient. It certainly feels pretty odd! But then she has plenty of experience with odd things being, well, inside. As for interlude nursings, that's okay too! She's grown to like being nursed on in just about every form. She's also pretty sure Kaira is probably sighing and rubbing her forehead by now, at that.

The elf is actually standing right next to the bed, and her fingers are twitching as if she's just dying to tickle someone, since spanking has been vetoed.

Tobias' need to pause to catch his breath draws things out, and when he does reach his big moment his expression is one of shock and surprise. He doesn't quite stop, but does have to spend a good minute just breathing.

And of course Maretraum keeps up her movements to draw it out even after the corn pops. It feels nice! Plus, it is his first time, so should be interesting, after all. She also has no idea if doing this would really change anything, but hey, it still felt good! It's also good that she can't get pregnant.

This brings out some more moans and whinnies from Tobias, before he goes back to nursing.

Maretraum eventually stops and relaxes. She only occasionally flexes her internal muscles to see if anything, well, changed.

Even as things deflate, there's still a pebbly texture. Tobias doesn't seem to really mind, if he's thinking about it all..

There's a light knocking on the bedroom door. So of course Kaira goes to answer it.

"Your mother might be knocking," Maretraum whispers as if she were telling him he had a terminal disease.

The elf opens the door, and there stands Mirasol, clutching one of the packaged unicorn dolls. "Oh, here you are.." she starts to say, as Tobias tries to hide behind a pillow.

And Maretraum grabs that pillow! "Oh say hello to your guest," she admonishes Tobias.

"Are you the Corn God?" Mirasol asks, and smiles. "Can I keep this?" she follows with, holding up the packaged doll.

"Mirasol, the Corn God, Tobias. Tobias, Mirasol; she's a milk mare," Maretraum says from where she lays, still, well, speared on his deflating bit.

The new mare climbs right up onto the bed as well. "I didn't think you were real!" she says. "Do you like ambrosia?"

"That's a very pretty name," Tobias blathers, and then doesn't seem to know how to answer the ambrosia question.

"I'm sure he does," Maretraum says as she tries to guide his head over to one of her nipples.

"You've even got a beard," Mirasol notes, before having to lie next to Maretraum as Tobias suckles. Ambrosia has a powerful effect on him, it seems - after a few minutes, he's mounting Mirasol, only to jump back to Maretraum.. then back and forth every few minutes. Kaira makes sure to step out of range, just in case.

Maretraum doesn't mind! Though she is trying to subtly escape so that he and Mirasol are then just together. She suspects they'll make a good couple, given her duties and his ... interests.

It takes some time, especially since Tobias isn't getting so easily winded this time. Eventually Maretraum is able to separate from the pair, however. Mirasol seems to really enjoy the corn experience.

"Whew," Maretraum whispers to Kaira. "I think we've solved his problem, regardless if anything actually changed. Think we should make out exit now?"

"Yeah," Kaira replies, opening the door as quietly as she can. "Do you want to get a doll too?"

"You can keep it at my place," Kaira says, closing the door behind them and heading back to the mirror hall.

Maretraum then quickly picks out a unicorn doll to remember this odd place by, and slips out after Kaira. She suspects those two will be at it for days, anyway.

After a bit of fiddling with the wardrobe mirror, Kaira gets them back to the floating trees, and from there they take the Echo gate back to her own private realm.

"A little," Maretraum admits as she sets down the packaged doll, then sits down herself so she can change back to normal.

Once Alptraum is back to himself, he gets an elf in his lap. "Did you have fun?" she asks.

"Yes, it was fun. Weird in the pool; I think, er, a stallion, heh," he fumbles a bit, then sighs, "But yes, it was fun. I just went with the flow."

Kaira grins. "So, you'll visit more often then?" she asks. "Not that this visit is done. You have to make it up to me for the spanking."

"If I can. What, you want more spankings?" Alptraum suggests and holds up his hand, flexing his fingers.

"Only if they're fun.. and if I have scales first," Kaira claims and winks. "First you have to ravish me a few times. Then again as dragons. And again as yourself and me as a dragon. And probably some other stuff I haven't thought of yet. It's only been an hour in outside time I think. Or we could play miniature golf first. Or bowling.."

"Right, one time as Nicora too, then," Alptraum threatens as he gently pushes Kaira back. This has sort of turned out to be a vacation of a sorts, which is a good thing, really. No thinking about the unpleasantness he still has to deal with. "And I think we'll start with miniature golf," the bat claims as the elf is suddenly speared. "Oh look, a hole in one..."