Alptraum isn't sure when his 'dream' ended - only that the he dozed off in the milk bath. Now the Horribuck is awake again, and feeling the call of the Horrib Queen.
The buck feels odd. Really odd. Not even sure how he knows the call, it's an odd scent mix that makes his head sort of buzz. And because he is technically a drone of the hive, he has to honor it, even when his other bits are terrified and telling him not to. So, out of the pool he climbs and he heads through the halls, dripping slime.
There are other presences that impinge on his awareness as the Horribuck makes his way through the halls, but they don't seem important.. at least not compared to the call of the Queen.
The initiates have been removed, leaving only the Queen and two Hoshim guardians. "Did-a-chick," the Queen chatters. The gist that the Horribuck gets from this, however, is a command to kneel.
While his mammal brain is screaming to turn and run ... the buck walks forward and kneels down before the queen like a properly behaving drone of the hive. "What is going on!?" he wonders, "Why can't I dosobey?"
The pain hits next, as the Horribuck begins to change into the doe. Instead of engulfing him, the shadow seems run under his skin and change things bit by bit.
The buck grits his teeth and tilts his head as things change. It's painful when it's not within the shadow! But, at least it's mostly just having her breasts getting bigger and the brooder-sac drawing up and into the body. He already was mostly female down there at the time anyway. He .... soon she, is leaning forward on her hands and whining in pain.
The pain of the transformation fades, only to be followed by the pain of the doe's 'punishment' as centipedes crawl up her back to bind her ears together and form a collar they they connect to.
"Aaagh!" goes the doe as she leans even more forward, looking almost like she's praying! "This still happens to me?" she thinks as her ears burn in agony. Having them eaten through every time is beyond brutal. It's also half-blinding, as it removes a large part of her hearing ability.
Once the insects have finished their work, a cold hand reaches down and cups the doe's chin to force her to look up at the Queen. The matriarch's other limbs grab onto the doe's shoulders so the smaller creature can now be lifted up to the Queen's eye-level.
The doe's eyes go wide! She's not one of the hive, not really, so she's terrified to be lifted up by this horrible creature ... that triggers the panic reflex in lapis. She would argue, but all she can manage to do is make a pitiful squeak.
With her feet dangling in the air now, the doe is still held by her chin so that she can't turn her head when the Queen's 'face' unfolds. It was almost entirely a mask created by holding her mouth parts in certain ways. The doe is brought forward, and the Queen's mouth spreads wide enough to engulf her muzzle for a very disturbing kiss.
The doe's fur actually puffs out! A lot! "Oh Gods, Oh Gods, Oh Gods, Oh Gods," the doe thinks in a panic. She actually does start to squirm and try to push herself away from the queen! She also tries to keep her jaws closed.
Keeping her jaws closed prevents tongue-contact.. but may not matter anyway. The needle-teeth of the Queen push past the doe's lips to bite her gums like a dozen sharp pins. It is very painful, and comes with a sick odor as well.
The doe starts to kick like mad and the pain causes her to open her jaws anyway in reflex! "Gorphat, what is she doing to me?!" the freaking-out bunny thinks. She's really thrashing by this point!
The Queen breaks the kiss, and the writhing green bunny is lowered back to the floor. It feels like there's acid in her gums, and she can taste blood flowing as well.
The doe clasps her mouth in pain, then starts spitting, hoping that whatever the queen injected, she can spit out! The poor bunny has also started to cry. She's hormonal normally and this feeds into every instinctive fear in a lapi.
Each spitting action ejects a blob of blood.. but not for long. The blood is soon replaced by something green and slimy.. but familiar. Green slime is pretty normal when dealing with Gorphat. It's thicker, and also starts to include teeth. It isn't like Cerise, where they were knocked out.. they're being pushed out, with the slime coming from the holes left in her gums.
The doe goes horrifically still. "Goddess, no...." the lapi thinks. Her hands are shaking, but she puts one into her jaws and feels around her mouth, remaining teeth, and gums. She's also looking up at the queen ... and whimpering.
At least her gums aren't hurting now. Just about all of her teeth are gone, save the massive incisors that are rooted deep in her skull. But those are feeling softer as the slime begins to dissolve them.
The doe's whimpering is getting worse. She grasps her incisors with her forefingers and wiggle-tugs at them. "Whath dipth yo do t mpth?" the doe tries to ask of the queen, and it comes out horribly garbled, as well as spitting and drooling of slime down her chin. As if she didn't look pitiful before, now she looks like a drooling animal.
The wiggling is enough to cause the tooth to break off below the gumline. The root is still there, and not oozing goo, but that just means there's a small gap in the production of the stuff.
The doe is crying now and trying to talk, but it's just a horrible-sounding mushy babble punctuated by her spitting out slime. Then she closes her jaws and feels even /worse, given how much more those jaws of hers close now. She covers her mangled muzzle and sobs.
"Tch-tch-tch," the Queen chuffs. Her squishy lower abdomen convulses a few times and the bottom curls forward away from the rest of her carapace. "Oppen," she hisses.
The doe sits there, sobbing, for a good minute or two even after that command from the queen. But, to avoid something even worse happening, the doe finally lowers her hands, leans forward, then opens her mutilated mouth. Globs of slime drip and roll out of her mouth, looking pitiful.
The Queen's nethers push right in, disturbingly prehensile. There's a convulsion, and something round and sticky emerges and seems to attach to the inside of the doe's left cheek. It feels about the size of a walnut, but it isn't the only one. Eight of the squishy things are inserted, four into each cheek. Luckily Lapi cheeks can expand quite a bit.
"Oh my Gods, she's laying eggs in my mouth. My mouth! the doe thinks, eyes wide once more. Even if her ears weren't pinned back they would be back right now! It feels ... horrible; her face feels full, lumpy, and slimy. And worse, she knows it'll burrow into her skin and veins, so they're not easily coming out.
The eggs aren't moving or showing any other activity that the doe can sense. But once the Queen withdraws, even with her ears bound the doe can hear the buzzing of approaching drones.
The doe tries to close her mouth, but having eight eggs in it make it prettymuch impossible; so her lips remain slightly parted and she just keeps on drooling that foul-smelling slime. She then gets an idea and tries to use her tongue to dislodge the eggs so that she can spit them out.
The first one she touches clings to her tongue, sticking right to the middle of it. Before she can try to spit it out, however, the drones arrive and pick her up, carrying her out of the Lair.
The doe whimpers! She tries to get that egg off her tongue, with no luck! And worse, she's leaving a drool-trail as the drones carry her off! "What are they doing?" the horrified lapi wonders. "Are they could to glue-imprison me somewhere so I can't fight and remove the eggs?"
The thought is a bit prescient, even if based on past experience. The doe is taken to a small chapel with a relatively large altar. Otto is already there, holding Pixus. The Skreek has her muzzle bound so that she can't talk, but her expression of terror at the side of the Horrib drones is easily readable. The drones place the doe on one end of the altar, and turn her onto her back such that her shoulders and hips extend past the front and back of the altar. Then they start to glue her arms down to the stone surface.
The doe starts to fight the horribs! Panic has surely set in, so it may require that they sting her in order to restrain her easily. She starts babbling, probably pleading for them to stop, but with a mouth full of horrib eggs, and once stuck to her tongue, it sounds like a panicky animal more than anything else.
The Horribs make warning sounds, and twitch their stingers as if ready to paralyze the doe - but Otto says, "Please relax, this is Gorphat's will."
The doe glares at Otto ... but slowly her fighting does ease off and she slumps against the stone.
The drones finish their work on her arms, but the position is awkward. Normally having her head unsupported wouldn't be an issue, but since her ears are clipped to her bug-collar it just makes them hurt more. Otto pushes Pixus down next to the doe, holding her in the same position as the drones glue her down as well.
The doe doesn't feel too bad for Pixus, she doesn't have a bunch of horrib eggs in her mouth! The doe tries to lean her head back as much as she can to reduce strain on her ears.
With her head like that, she can't see what Otto is doing on the other side of the altar, but she feels it soon enough. The big rat is massaging her between the legs with one hand - the other presumably doing the same to Pixus. It's just enough to bring the doe's overwhelming lust back to the front of her mind. The drones begin herding others into the chapel - and she can smell that they're all men, Eeee and Skreek.
"Not now!" the doe thinks, whining, as her brain starts to falter back into a more animalistic state of mind. Her hips, though, have other thoughts as they start to buck and push against Otto's hand! Her nostrils flare too, and the scent of males so close makes her extremely wet and drippy between those legs of hers.
The men sound confused and nervous, but with her ears bound and other distractions, the doe doesn't really pay attention to what they're saying. Otto then spreads the doe's legs and begins to attach something else to them. It straps to her ankles, raising and spreading her legs.. and then the doe feels the little hooks attaching to her rings down below, spreading her open there as well. It's not exactly the same as the getup used in the Pit, since it isn't going through her ankles, and is attached to the altar differently as well. But it serves the same purpose in the end.
The doe makes a very slimy and oozy sort of groan as things are spread open, putting her on display and letting her scent come from her in full-force! HEr hips start to buck again at the empty air. For the doe in this state, not having a male inside her is extremely frustrating.
And Otto abandons her! Well, he moves on to do something similar to Pixus, apparently, although that Skreek isn't exactly equipped for the full reverse-chastity treatment. The men are definitely getting worked up and musky now. Finally, Otto comes around to where the doe can see him.. well, upside down and mostly a view of his ardor. "Listen up and watch," the big Skreek says, getting the mens' attention. "This.. is what you're going to do." The doe feels him grab the sides of her head, and then he's pressing into her mouth.
The doe goes mpth! Then reflex kicks in and she starts to suck on the rat almost immediately. She also makes some rather pleased sorts of sounds too. Part of her mind is still horrified, the other part wants to do nothing more than rut until she passes out. Her hips are still rocking at the empty air.
Things bounce against the doe's nose as Otto thrusts, which is certainly a better scent than that of the goo, which bursts out of the sides of her mouth each time the Skreek pumps. Once it's clear that she's not going to pull away, he uses one hand to squeeze her breasts. The egg is getting hit of course, but still adheres to her tongue for now.
The doe suddenly realizes that her mouth probably feels rather nice to the skreek in the state it's in ... and she keeps suckling away. The caress of her breasts also makes her groan and shiver, and toes wiggle. She even closes her mouth tighter now and then, just for Otto, to make it even nicer.
Finally, the egg on the doe's tongue sticks to something else - Otto's tip. It doesn't let go of her tongue yet, however, but she does feel it lose its shape slightly. It's extending around the Skreek's oral intrusion.
The doe, though rather lost in lust, notices this and has to wonder just what that egg is doing. How is it even possible that the egg could envelop Otto's bit. It also feels really disturbing that her tongue is now stretching and pulling in her muzzle.
The Horribuck implanted actual larvae into the female initiates, but these must be actual eggs - possibly unfertilized eggs? As the egg continues to wrap itself around Otto, it eventually because thin enough to pop free from the doe's tongue. This sudden release is noted by Otto, who starts to pull out of the doe's mouth.
The doe whimpers! She even tries to hand onto Otto's bit. The lapi's clouded brain really wanted the rat to release in her muzzle, it seems! Well, somewhere in her at least!
Otto has to pry the doe's jaws open slightly to escape.. only to hurry around the altar and enter her at the bucking end. The added thickness of the egg-sheath is also welcome, since she's stretched out a bit and this makes even Otto girthier. The rat is also a lot more enthusiastic now, able to thrust and suckle on breasts at the same time. One of three Eeee men approach the doe's head now, clearly affected by what's been happening.
The doe's hips begin to buck in earnest when Otto enters her. Soon the doe is also making a horribly-bubbly-sounding groan as some of her slime starts running down her nose and face. Being entered makes her brain even more fuzzy as hormones ramp up and intellect ramps down. But, at least it means her jaws will be hanging open for the others!
The Eeee takes it as an invitation! Which means the doe needs to position another egg on her tongue for it all to work.
The doe's tongue is getting pushed around anyway ... so it's pushed up against one of the clusters of eggs soon enough once she moves it to the side slightly ... and another egg sticks right to its center again.
Timing is going to be tricky. Otto tends to take his time, and the Eeee is pretty actively trying to teach her how to box with her nose (using two punching bags).
The doe actually seems to be in no super rush about it! Heck, if she could fill her third hole, she would. So, right now she's savoring having at least two filled so nicely. So, if she can get an egg, well, whenever it happens to work out she will!
The actual implantation comes when Otto does. Now the 'egg' is a bit more mobile, squirming around once it disconnects from Otto until it finds a comfy corner of the doe's womb. This doesn't stop Otto, even if it does make him pause a bit. The Skreek just keeps on going. It's Pixus that gets visited by the Eeee once the doe has properly attached the egg to him.
The doe actually shudders when the egg implants; she can feel it! A brief sort of pinch-pain as it digs into the blood vessels lining her womb and becoming 'part' of her. This comes with a rush of euphoria, since lapis like being pregnant. And as perverse as this is, it's sort of like being pregnant. And her hips keep on going on Otto too as she groans and babbles like, well, an animal in heat.
There's some shoving among the men, and while that's happening one of the Skreeks sneaks past and takes his place for the next egging. He's no giant, and has to stand on tip-toe to actually reach the doe's mouth. Any fear or nervousness about the smell, the slime or seeing the other men emerge with a gelatinous condom have gone by the wayside at this point: the men are in as much of a rutting state as the doe is. The only one that might not be as enthusiastic about it all is Pixus.
And the doe thinks ... she'll learn to enjoy it!. This thought comes as she's rather greedily devouring the next skreek bit and suckling on it like it's the best thing ever. She does try to glance over at Pixus as much as she can given the service her head has to perform right now.
The newly-created Skreek woman is.. not looking happy. Her eyes are closed but there's a lot of wetness around them. But even as the doe watches, that expression changes. Pixus' eye snap open in surprise, just in time with the Eeee's moan of release. The egg is implanting in her, and that is likely causing a lot of hormonal reactions.
And the doe is thinking That's right .... just give into it. Allow the life to embrace you and you will find joy. All the while her tongue is lashing and trying to catch another egg to attach to the skreek she holds tenderly in her jaws. Well, sort of jaws.
Time blurs, with the only real thing to keep track of being the number of eggs left in her cheeks. Otto makes way for the new Skreek, and the cycle continues. The doe attaches the egg, and her suitor of the moment implants it either into her or Pixus, depending on whose turn it is. But things don't stop once they each have four of critters inside of them. Or rather, the men don't stop. This means there's isn't a moment when the doe isn't full. And she can feel the purpose behind it: four embryos need protein to grow, and she isn't expected to provide all of it. The men are feeding them. In the meantime, it means the doe gets to enjoy the attention - there's always someone at either end, and sometimes a third that's suckling on her and rubbing her. Pixus is likewise mobbed, with her muzzle binding removed. She may also be giving milk now as well. Each of them has four constant attendants for the time being.
The doe is ... she's in some sort of perverse bliss being a bound up brood mother. Even her slime-oozing toothless mouth is forgotten as it's making sucking on one of the males a lot easier. She's also aware of at least four implants inside her, she felt each pinprick bite and that caused yet another rush of hormones to make her feel this is okay. She also knows that she may feel things start to grow; four larvae are not that small, after all. Not that being belly-heavy really upsets her, either! At least not in this mental state. So, she's given in and just enjoying it, especially when one of the men feeds her some protein, or the children within her. Either ends feels wonderful.
When the men need to rest - which is usually when they just collapse from exhaustion, the Hoshim take over. They're roughly Skreek-sized by this point, but they also deliver a much richer and more appropriate food source.. and are always 'hard' due to their nature of their anatomy. The doe can feel the growing larvae get bigger.. and see it if she lifts her head enough. Pixus is also 'showing' from the attention. But the Hoshim aren't exactly passionate creatures, so while their attention feels good, it's a bit bland. But it's also the closest thing to a rest-break the brooders get, until the warmer males recover.
And the doe sitll enjoys it, somehow, even if it seems mechanical at best. And she is glad to get a chance to see her slowly growing belly. She can even see it move around some when the larvae move! This makes her chirr sort of happily ... and messily since it causes slime to sort of spatter out of her jaws. And her hips continue to roll too, and she hopes so does Pixus; that he rat is starting to get into it too.
Pixus may not have the doe's stamina (and certainly not someone like Nikky's) but the larvae are making sure she enjoys things. Once the men recover, she even gets to enjoy Otto's attention, which actually causes her to gasp. Otto can be a shock to someone not used to be stretched a bit. The doe gets the quartet that were previously attached to Pixus in exchange. The Hoshim also return again, but this time to feed them, forcing nutrient down their throats.
The doe expected to be fed, and doesn't seem to mind the rancid taste too much, but then pregnancy hormones do a number on someone! She also envies Otto's attention on Pixus, but then she can't be greedy and get all the big guys all the time! All in all, the doe is writhing in sort of a perverse bliss.
The moans of the men are definitely becoming ones of strain as opposed to pleasure. But that's also part of what it means to serve Gorphat - everything is tested to the extreme. These men may wince in pain at the thought of sex for pleasure after this is over, if they survive. They aren't being fed by the Hoshim, and are likely to be a lot lighter by the time they get their guardian bugs to care for. Except for Otto, who is used to this sort of exertion by now, thanks to both Nicora and the doe.
The doe ought to feel bad about this, but her addled brain is keeping her from it. She's just delighting in the continual rutting, the feeling of weight in her belly, and even being fed by the hoshim! Being in service to Gorphat teaches you how to enjoy things most people would consider agony, after all Gorphat's High Priestess wants sex with her to be agony to her.
The agony (for some) continues.. on and on! The rutting goes on day and night, for several days. There are times when the doe isn't really awake, and there are hallucinations. Like when the Hoshim were dressed in tuxedos and drinking tea, discussing Vanderat racing. Or when Pixus sang in nothing but expletives. And there were more lucid times, when the doe got Otto, who actually made love to her for hours on end and knew how hard to nurse and where to nip and bite and pinch. The larvae really quivered from that, as if they were tied in to how the doe was feeling as well. And the quivering wasn't rare, as the creatures grew larger and stretched the Lapi's belly. But Lapi and Skreeks were capable of bearing quadruplets at least. There wasn't time for the doe's pelvis to change, however, so there was no way she would be able to walk if she had to. But since the drones hadn't come to release her arms, that didn't seem like it was going to be an issue - she and Pixus were here until they gave birth.
The doe's belly is an impressive mound now; one she cannot see around when she does try to look. And this .... this makes her smile dumbly. It's probably good that things are blurring together; this is a considerable endurance trial. Little moments of rest, constant rutting, and the doe's brain continually muted by hormones into making her quite 'the dumb sex bunny'. So, the Temple has one moaning and happy doe, never mind she's not thinking about how if her pelvis hasn't changed, birth might be a problem. As for Pixus, the doe occasionally hopes the rat is starting to enjoy things. Best if she does, since this is what her life will be from now on. At least Gorphat let her keep her teeth. The doe's mouth is one step away from a maggot mouth at this point.
After another day of this, things start to change. Rutting mode gives way to birthing mode.. which the men don't seem to understand, as they keep pushing in while the doe really wants to start pushing out! They do get the message when a flood of goo erupts from her nethers though, followed by the painful contractions. The drones begin herding the men around again, until each one is next to the woman carrying the guardian they implanted. There a louder, more ominous buzzing as more drones and Hoshim arrive.. leading the Queen.
The doe is moaning and arching her back as much as she can. Each painful contraction hits her like a hammer and causes her to make a sort of squeaky hiss. If she had teeth she would grit them, but no, she has to just grit gums and push. She's only passingly aware that the Queen is coming! Though the buzzing instills the same fear she had when the Queen 'prepared' her for this.
The Queen looms over the altar, big as a Yodhrephath. "Tch-tch-tch," she chuffs, trying to sound soothing. But she's reaching up inside the doe as she does it, and rooting around until she grabs onto one of the babies and starts to pull it out.
This makes the doe cry out in extreme pain! That is not gentle at all to those areas and boy, does it stretch and hurt! Enough that her eyes clench, fingers splay, and she cries.
At least the infant isn't covered in hard shell. In fact the bits of shell covering it are still wet and transparent, only beginning to harden and darken when the Queen holds it up and licks it clean. It's definitely a Hoshim, looking more Eeee-like than the Queen does. It is eventually handed to Otto, who cradles it and smiles. The other men don't look quite so paternal yet, wearing expressions of shock and fear. The infants are really wriggling inside now, jockeying to be the next one to be born as the Queen reaches into the doe once more.
The pain is again awful; but it also triggers the hormonal rush necessary to deal with it. Her body bears down, helping push out the larva-Eeee thing while the Queen pulls. "Why did you do this to me, Gorphat?" she thinks in this agony.
Each birth causes a significant deflation of the doe's belly. But after the second one, the Queen moves on to Pixus, leaving the doe and the two remaining 'fathers' on their own. But with just two monster babies, the doe should be able to handle things on her own.
It's good that the doe's legs are already spread and up, all she has to do is focus! She tries to say something to the 'fathers', but given her jaw issues, it's rather unintelligible. A sharp pain hits her and her jaw sets, then she bears down and screams! She'll have to push this one out on her own!
The men are fairly useless, standing and staring and looking ill. The newborn Hoshim doesn't cry or act like a baby, it's half-way out before one of the waiting Skreeks acts to take hold of it. Once that happens things are easier, since he can slide it the rest of the way out (there are thankfully no umbilical chords to deal with). Once he has it in his arms, his expression changes and he rocks the little monster and coos to it. The last Skreek blinks in shock, but moves up to take his place between the doe's legs, even squatting down and holding his hands out expectantly.
It's a good few minutes before the doe is ready for the last one ... and thankfully the contractions wait. But when they hit, wow, are they excruciating! How do women go through this? Why do they like this? Her back arches, her toes are spread. Her fingers are spread. She's shaking like mad; and she's impressively dilated between her legs. The doe bears down and tries to push the last creature to freedom!
This one goes much like the previous one, with the Skreek-dad helping at the end. Of course, once he has the little Hoshim and 'bonds' with it, he ignore the doe. Now she can hear Pixus screaming - that Skreek doesn't have the advantage of having done this.. or something very like it.. before.
the doe goes limp, laying there and gasping for breath. After a bit, she tries to talk encouragingly to Pixus, but it's still just a horrible slime-bubbling mess when she tries to talk. That probably doesn't make the rat feel all that much better. But then Pixus doesn't really deserve to have much relief, not with what he put others through.
The drones remember the doe! Brutus lands on her and dissolves the glue securing her arms. "Dud-a-chak," he coos to her.
The doe moves her mostly numb and tingling arms up, where she rubs on them painfully and flexes those fingers to get blood flowing better again. "Whath thth necessph?" the doe babbles at the bug, sounding hurt that she's been put through this horror.
"Did-a-Chick? Chick-a-chick!" the oversized Horrib explains.
The doe rolls her eyes, having no idea what the bug says. So, she just ends up petting it instead, and watching Pixus go through her first labor ... of many to come.
Once the last new Hoshim is birthed (for now - there are still twenty more inside the female initiates) the drones usher the men out, except for Otto. The queen gives the doe a pat on her head as she leaves as well - the doe's reward for a job well done? "I'll massage you," Otto offers, picking up the doe and carrying her with one arm. The other has a quiet and limp Pixus in it. Otto's new son is clinging to the top of the Skreek's head.
"Thanpth yoph," the doe burbles as she sort of hangs limply on Otto's arm. She feels cheated! All she got was a head-pat?
Once back in Otto's cell, Pixus is set down in a corner, apparently unconscious. The doe is put belly down on the straw bed, and Otto begins to rub her back. He also thoughtfully gives her a rag to wipe her mouth with if she wants.
The doe takes the rag and does wipe her mouth out as much as possible, hoping the slime flow has stopped by now since she's no longer being an egg-holder. The backrub makes her sigh softly too and sort of go limp on the straw, eyes half-lidded and relaxed.
The backrub is definitely soothing, the days of lying on her back slowly being rubbed away. Even the pain of birthing seems distant now. But Otto is Otto.. and soon the doe finds herself filled with the Skreek again, even as he continues to massage her.
The doe goes mmm and licks over her gums, checking their condition after all the past few days. Her backside is also rolling slowly as she takes the rat; feeling quite content with him inside her. She'd have suggested using Gorphat's mouth for a chance of pace, but she can't really talk well, so doesn't bother.
Otto is also probably exhausted. He only lasts for an hour or so, before cuddling the doe to him while the little Hoshim suckles on her. "Rest," he murmurs as he dozes off.
You don't have to ask the doe twice about that. She's exhausted and her eyes droop, then completely close. Hopefully she'll not be the doe when she wakes up; being the lapis is horrible; she has only limited control of herself then. They really are more like Gorphat's special little pets. Torture toys, perhaps. These thoughts fade to nothing as sleep overtakes her.