The Yodhrinala in the main part of the temple have gaggles of assistants trailing behind them as they move from partitioned area to partitioned area to tend to those who are better off being treated indoors - meaning they aren't contagious or suffering from particularly oozy afflictions. The place is eerily quiet despite the garrulous nature of Eeee - but there are probably other species undergoing care as well.

The Yodh always pause to boy to Alptraum as he comes through, but then hurry off as soon as it is polite to do so. Their assistants generally don't recognize the Barsunala, but they bow anyway when their instructor does. Nobody asks Alptraum to intervene in someone's treatment, since the patients aren't likely to be at death's door, and it's hard to justify requesting a miracle for anything less.

Temple of Gorphat
The old part of the temple still looks a bit like a ruin, but some effort has been made to clean it up. The vaulted ceilings are still covered by mold, but some of the smoke grime has been washed away, and the altar has also been scrubbed free of Chibix guano. The offering bowls have also been cleaned, and there are even offerings in them - possibly. They're wrapped in soiled bandages, so there's no telling at a glance what they may be. An effort is being made to repair the blank wall behind the altar with fresh plaster as well, but it is as yet undecorated.

The changes to the nave are few but significant. It's enough to give Alptraum a sort of double-vision, seeing the altar and walls as they are while also seeing them as they were for the Temple of Gephesa , with stained glass skylights and frescoes being ghostly presences that vanish when looked at directly.

Alptraum always tries to bow slightly back, and even smiles and tries to appear approachable (and less so terrifying). How well it works he's never quite sure, really. Into the temple he does go, impressed by the slow, but steady work on repairing it. Then he has to pause for a moment and blink. His head shakes, then he blinks again. "Okay, maybe the cleaning fluids are getting to me," he remarks as things seem to shift about him.

The ghostly fresco behind the altar show the brown-furred, armored Gephesa holding hands with a white figure that would be Inala. But the armor begins to rust and crumble away as the brown Eeee begins to turn green and a bit pudgy.

Alptraum's head tilts and he holds the bridge of his nose a moment as he blinks. "Gorphat?" he inquires to the slowly turning green Eeee. "Have you been visiting Inala as Gephesa?"

The goddess steps away from the wall and becomes more solid as she comes to rest atop the altar. "We were part of the Trinity back in the day," she says with a slight croak to her voice. "Would you like to see Gephesa with Inala, Alptraum?" she teases.

Alptraum shrugs slightly and grins. "What guy doesn't want to watch two beautiful Eeee make love to each other?" he asks as he approaches the altar and the Goddess upon it. "Not that you aren't beautiful as this, of course," he adds and places one hand lightly upon her left thigh.

Gorphat grins, revealing a few cold sores on her lips. "Flattery?" she asks. "Or have you missed my unique charms?"

Alptraum reaches up with his hand and brushes the backs of his fingers along her cheek. "Perhaps a bit of both? All the time I have spent with you, and in the forms of Your lapis, and Your High Priestess have taught me to appreciate you," he claims. He slides his hand down to up under her chin, then actually leans in and kisses Gorphat on the lips.

Gorphat puts her own clammy hand behind Alptraum's neck to pull him in as she kisses back. Of course there is a long, wet strand or three connecting their lips as they pull back after the kiss. "Tell me the ways that I am better than Inala," she whispers.

"You took in an Eeee and raised her to be your High Priestess, when Inala won't consider anyone that isn't born into her Temple," Alptraum notes and then licks away those strands. "With Inala she makes it feel like it's an honor to be near her ... and never seems to also want you there. With you, you seem to appreciate company, and while it is an honor to be with you, those with you also feel welcome to be there. Plus, you squirm and ... ooze in interesting ways. Which can be quite ... enjoyable to be close to." He then kisses her again and presses a bit closer.

After the second kiss, Gorphat notes, "Well, I am a Goddess. Even in the Lore, men enjoy my company.. whether that time is worth the consequences varies, however. You are one of the very, very few to seek me out though. And some of the others were in hell at the time."

"Well, I am a little safer to be with you than a mortal is," Alptraum notes, "But yes, I do like seeing you out and being with you. I even enjoy when you take control and put me in the shape you desire at that time when I am in your temple. I have learned to appreciate you." His hands trace up and down her sides and then even over her pudgy belly. "And I do think you are very beautiful."

"Even though I don't look like Phlagaea?" Gorphat digs, and reaches around to goose Alptraum.

Alptraum actually starts to unbandage Gorphat a little. "I like you for you and how you look," he claims, "And feel. And taste. I like Phalgaea for herself.

The bandages stick of course, so make odd noises when pulled away from Gorphat's fur, leaving it rather messy. But then Gorphat's fur always seems messy. And sweaty, or at least damp. "Most others do not see me that way," she admits.

"They don't know you as well as I do," Alptraum claims as he dips his head down and suckles on one of her nipples. He continues unbandaging her until her Wound is free of bandages, as well as her thighs, belly, and so on.

Gorphat tastes a bit sour, unsurprisingly. But she's both pleasantly firm and soft at the same time. Even sour tastes good when it comes from a goddess.

Alptraum shifts to undressing himself now, then suckles on the other nipple a bit as he does so. "I also have to admit, it is exciting to be with you, knowing the risks that come with me, well, putting part of myself into your Wound," he teases once he stops nursing upon her.

"How do you mean?" Alptraum inquires next as he's easing Gorphat to lay back on Her own altar.

"Just asking how much risk you're willing to take with me," Gorphat explains as she wiggles back onto the altar.

Alptraum licks up Gorphat's thigh, then right over her Wound. "We'll see what happens," he claims.

"Is that a challenge?" Gorphat asks with a purr. It's a rather phlegmy and rattling purr though.

Alptraum licks her Wound again, then slides his tongue all the way in, wiggles it, then draws it slowly back out.

There are little things clinging to Alptraum's tongue when it withdraws. Maggots, of course.

Alptraum shakes his tongue to dislodge them. "Heh, I see a trait you share with your High Priestess," he comments, then licks her deeply one more time. Then he's crawling up onto the altar and draping himself over Gorphat, fully pressing himself to her damp body ... and his own, well, arousal rubbing over her Wound, but not yet inside.

"I suppose you've never had crunchy blood before then," Gorphat says, and puts her arms around Alptraum's shoulders to hold him to her, making her breasts squish a bit.

"And now, into the dangerous folds," Alptraum murmurs, and grins. He rolls his hips down, then arches them up and gently slides part of himself into her Wound slowly. It, of course, feels amazing, benefit of a Goddess, really. He kisses her again, then nips playfully at her neck a few times. "I think you like me, too," he teases.

"Oh, was not being obvious enough about liking you?" Gorphat asks, and wiggles her hips. There's a layer of mucous that makes for a tight seal, and also results in interesting (if rude) noises from the movement, along with the occasional mucous bubble.

Alptraum ... oddly likes the mucous-y feel. But then again, he's had a similar condition in other forms, so it probably taints his opinions. His hips start to roll slowly as he begins to make love to the Goddess upon Her altar. He then slides his hands out, takes hers, and playfully pushes them over her head and holds them there. "You feel exquisite," he murmurs to her, then goes in for a deep kiss, one that involves coiling his tongue with hers.

There's a moment where the tongues stick together, and Alptraum can feel that some of Gorphat's teeth are loose. There are other odd sensations down below, which can be explained by the maggots. One of which.. enters Alptraum.

Alptraum 'arches up and hisses into that kiss. The exploring maggot isn't exactly ... comfortable. "Well, bad idea once again, but you're already into this..." he thinks. Trying to ignore the slight burning discomfort of something crawling up a passage, his hips continue to roll and he keeps that kiss held for a good two more minutes.

Things are certainly sensitive in that passage, and the burning gives way to pleasure as the maggot squirms deeper. Gorphat licks the inside of Alptraum's mouth for most of the kiss.. so Alptraum is being invaded by two wiggly things.

Alptraum groans softly as that creature burrows deeper. The pleasure is, of course, over-riding the common sense that a bug in there is usually bad! When the kiss ends, he dips his head down and nibbles and licks along her neck, and his hips just keep on rolling. "You are always an adventure," he murmurs.

"I should hope so," Gorphat says, and runs her hands through Alptraum's hair, getting it greasy. She also gets his legs sticky by wrapping her own around them. But things feel good.. so little things like rancid gum-disease breath are easy to ignore.

Alptraum rumbles into Gorphat's neck, then play-vampire-bites it, and his thrusts become a bit firmer and cause Gorphat's body to shake a little each time he buries deep.

There's something rather liquid in the way ripples spread across her body. The maggot finally reaches its destination though - Alptraum prostate gland, where it really starts to squirm and dance around.

Alptraum makes all sorts of odd sounds at that! It makes him see stars, moan, and squirm like a worm himself, egad! His grip on her hands falters for a moment, then his brow furrows to try and concentrate and keep, well, doing things and not succumb to that evil maggot tormenting him.

The maggot's evil knows no bounds, apparently. "Those are interesting faces you're making," Gorphat says endearingly, putting a clammy hand to Alptraum's cheek.

"One of your pets decided to go exploring .... inside me," Alptraum hisses out from between his teeth! Still, tries to growl and appear all in control as his hips wildly thrust now!

"Ahhh," Gorphat says as the squishy sounds and ripples increase. "My pets are always a challenge, after all. Will you overcome, or.. overcome?"

Alptraum's ears flatten out and he growls at that bad joke! He really pounds at her hips now with his own. "I'll show you overcoming," he grumbles!

Gorphat cackles and becomes even squishier. The noises are very plarpy now, and there's a veritable blob of foam where the two Eeee intersect now. The maggot keeps squirming into ever more sensitive bits of plumbing.

Alptraum is too into it to give up now, even if Gorphat is going all squishy on him! His lips draw back as he growls and goes at her like some sort of wild animal! He's evenusing his wings to give him extra pushing leverage!

Maybe it's the maggot, maybe it's just the natural consequence of the activity, but Alptraum has an almost explosive climax - but it's blocked. The maggot is being pushed out as the pressure builds behind it. It's not exactly pleasant.. but not too painful.

Alptraum howls at the ceiling and shudders over and over as things feel strained down below at the pressure builds and builds as the maggot is slowly forced back out. It feels like things might explode down there at any moment ... and the sensations make him hope it's sooner rather than later!

The cork 'pops' just as Gorphat digs her claws into Alptraum's shoulders. The release is very much needed by this point.

Alptraum shudders hard, growling, as things literally explode down there. He shudders over and over, making all sorts of strange noises as the pressure seems to release in several concussive blasts of sticky. Feeling utterly spent afterward, Alptraum collapses down on top of Gorphat with a disturbing squish.

"Mmmm, maybe you need a few more of my pets in there," Gorphat coos into his ear. "To keep me always in the forefront of your mind."

Alptraum's ear flicks. "That would make my job very difficult," he admits, "You already have Scourge, and the two Lapi..."

"It would certainly make Inala upset," Gorphat notes. "So.. I'll just use when you're with me for now."

"Hmm, that is an interesting idea.." Gorphat says with a grin. "But.. I may reserve that for the future. Maybe. There might be a few still in there."

Alptraum slides himself out of her, just to be safe ... and then does a cursory check to make sure nothing is too abnormally swollen after that! "Thank you for permitting me to do that. I have wanted to be with you lately," he claims.

"Haven't seen you as much lately, or served you in any of your owned bodies," Alptraum admits. "I desire being with you, I guess, and when I am away for a time, I feel it."

"You're so sweet!" Gorphat gushes (only semi-figuratively, since it's only drool). "You don't seek out the others yet, only me?"

"Generally only you," Alptraum claims as he rises off the altar and tries to shake off some of the sticking goo. He needs a bath now.

The goo is definitely spread around.. it was practically splashing near the end. It does not want to just shake out.

This gets goo on his hand, with a few long sticky strands connecting it back to his body. "The goo is not one of my pets," Gorphat notes. "But it does like you!"

Alptraum chuckles, "So I see. I'll just use one of the side rooms to clean up before I dress, then."

"The staff here is very good at dealing with such things, if you need assistance," Gorphat offers as she slides off of the altar - leaving a puddle of fluids behind. "But I haven't a shadow of a doubt that you can deal with it on your own," she adds with a wink.

Alptraum smirks slightly at that. He doesn't even bother trying to collect his clothing. Instead, he just slinks off to one of the side medical rooms to try and get cleaned off. And of course he just exudes the shadow to do that ... and absorb all of the 'not him' gunk from his body.

Absorbing spirit-goo causes a bit of a rush - moreso than absorbing flesh! It makes his right arm buzz, which is impressive since sensations are generally muted there due to the shadow-flesh.

Alptraum blinks, a lot! Well, he needed a recharge probably and that likely helped! "Whew," he says as he rubs his forehead. "That was ... heh. I'm intact and unscathed! Also, naked. I should get my clothing." So, he tries to go back to the altar room to collect it.

Sil is there, already starting to wipe down the top of the altar, clucking to herself about 'reckless kids' as she cleans. She hasn't touched Alptraum's clothes yet though.

"It wasn't kids. It was myself and Gorphat," Alptraum comments as he goes to collect his clothing as if this were perfectly normal.

Sil squeaks, then averts her eyes while still bowing. "Forgive my intrusion then, Barsunala," the woman says.

"It is more I that am intruding. This is not my temple," Alptraum says as he collects his clothing and starts dressing right there. At least his clothing tends to be simple, so goes on quickly.

Once the dressing has completed, Sil says, "Thank you for visiting us. We try our best to restore the Temple to its former glory." It's a bold endeavor, since nobody living is likely to know what its former glory even was!

Alptraum bows to Sil. "It is very appreciated," he says, and even places a hand on her shoulder for a moment. "May you have a good day," he adds, then quietly slips back and heads for the exit to depart Gorphat's domain. Though, the urge to remain is strong, and Alptraum will soon find himself going to the secret entrance to return without being seen...

Sneaking into the Temple is complicated by the number of people now living in it. The acolytes are still occupied with horrib-guardian issues, at least, as the men attend to the 'pregnant' women. He provides a window of opportunity though, especially if a bit of shadow is used to mask one's presence.

The temple, though cleaner, is still dark and dingy, with many shadows. So, who's to notice when a slightly more solid-looking wave of darkness slinks quickly through one of the low-light hallways? Since the shadow is liquid-like at times, it also helps muffle sounds too ... as the Eeee hurries past.

Chambers of the High Priestess
Unlike certain of her Sisters, Gorphat is not known for ostentation. The apartment within the Temple of Gorphat has its own bathroom, which sets it apart from the others, even if that just means there's a special closet for the chamber pot. It might also be slightly dryer, and have higher ceilings, but otherwise it has the same rough-hewn look combined with a bit of masonry to fill in the gaps - so long as it doesn't disturb the organic feel of the place.

Nobody notices the passage of shadows, but the room pets notice. The giant Skedat that serves as a walking chair chitters at the arrival.

"Ssssh," Alptraum hisses to the chair as he quickly discards his clothing again. "Your mistress will be with you soon enough." So, after hopping on one leg to get the remainder of his pants off, he sits down on the rough bed. Several deep breathes as eh calms, then he lets he shadow flow back out and completely over him. In the darkness, he tries to not think about changing to Nicora is basically relaxing the hold on his current body and letting it drift back to what it believes is the default; and that is is still currently the High Priestess of Gorphat, Scourge.

As usual, things feel relatively normal after the change. It takes a few moments before any active blessings kick in, after all. This provides some time for Nicora to settle into the body. But she knows it isn't going to last.

Nicora rubs over her very bald and waxy-feeling body. "Mmm, it is nice to be this once more," she purrs to herself in the room. For the moment, nothing hurt,s nothing clenches, nothing oozes, nothing belches gas, and nothing is tickling her down below. It's a nice moment of peace to just bask in the normal alien-feeling body. Her hands do, though, explore down below and yes, they do discover her little nub is still quite exposed; the hood that once guarded the ringed flesh is still gone.

Feeling around down there wakes up the feather-worms, which start to stroke the exposed nub. And the familiar gurgles get going in her lower abdomen.. but there may something a bit off about them. Her muscles feel odd in that region.

Nicora blinks and looks down at her lower abdomen. She even starts poking and prodding all around it to try and figure out why her muscles feel so odd. It's enough of a worry that the stroking of the worms haven't made her twitch too much, yet. Concerns are good at suppressing any sort of fondling.

While feeling over her belly, Nicora feels something.. slip. Something that should not be slipping. Her loins tense before seeming to lose all muscle control. Something is giving out.. and there's suddenly a protrusion from her birth canal. Something that definitely looks like it's a part of her internal anatomy.

Nicora covers her moth quickly to stop the horrible squeal she was about to make! She sits there, twitching and looking horrified as she looks down between her legs. She takes a few deep breaths, then reaches down to try and push the protrusion back up inside her body! "Mother Gorphat," she says shakily, "Something is wrong..."

From the feel of it.. it seems to be her cervix. Pushing it back doesn't seem to help much, because whatever was holding it in place originally seems to have failed.

"Nothing is wrong," Gorphat's voice whispers. "This new blessing will help you," she claims.

Nicora lies back and tries to push it back in without gravity fighting her on it! "How will this help me?" the Eeee thinks in panic.

The sound of something being dragged along the floor comes to Nicora from the outer hall. She recognizes it as Otto bringing one of the large ceramic urns for 'milking' her bloody, maggot-infested discharge. "Just relax and allow the blessing to complete. There is nothing to fear," Gorphat insists.

Nicora's hands quiver, but she at least does stop trying to shive her cervix back to where it is supposed to be. The comment about the blessing not being complete is concerning, though! "I will ... trust in you, Mother," she thinks as she gets off the bed ... and has to stand a little bow-legged since there's the protrusion from between her nethers now. She tries to not think about how it almost looks like an insect ovipositor.

Otto enters, setting the urn in it's usual position before nodding to Nicora. "Welcome back, High Priestess," the big rat says, bowing his head. "Please raise your arms so I can secure them."

Nicora's ears twitch, but then she gets up on the bed edge as before and then raises her arms up.

Once Otto has her wrists in the hanging support cuffs, and positions the urn. All during this, the buzzing of flies grows as more of the insects arrive - far more than usual. "I don't know if this will hurt," Otto says apologetically, and takes the exposed cervix and gives a slight tug. This causes the prolapse to continue, as thinks shift and stretch in Nicora's gut.. until her uterus itself drops down and slips partially through the vaginal opening, inside-out.

Given the surprised cry of pain, that didn't feel good, at all. There's now a very painful, uncomfortable, mass swinging from her delicate areas. She ends up squirming in the cuffs while prayer-pleading, "It hurts, Mother, it hurts!"

Even exposed, the blessing isn't affected. It's just more visible now as the uterine walls become puffy and spongy before they start to ooze. This is more efficient in that far more flies can access it, which they do, until the exposed flesh is covered in them. It's an egg-laying frenzy. Otto stands by, always adjusting the urn to keep up with any involuntary swaying from Nicora.

"Aaaugh!" Nicora cries out; this has to be a sight, a large fleshy mass swinging slightly between her spread legs, covered in a mass of flies! "Stop stop stop stop!" the thinks in a haze of horror-driven pain! And if she thought the smell was bad before, it's worse now with everything exposed all at once.

Instead of stopping... the feather-worms double their effort on stroking the other exposed bits of Nicora's reproductive system. It's very much a lot of mixed signals. And after a few minutes, Otto shoos the flies away so he can use his hands to.. slough things off into the urn. It's a very twisted sort of milking, but there's probably less actual squeezing. Of course, things sponge up immediately afterwards and the flies return.

The Yodhgorphat has no idea how she can possibly be feeling pleasure right now! Those feather-worms are somehow managing it, so at least it's taking away from the odd heavy pain hanging down. She ends up squealing and gritting her teeth, and wondering why in Dagh's name she came back here!

The milking goes on and on.. but there's far more being harvested in a shorter period of time. It also smells worse, and the other side effect is that Otto is covered in blood and goo up to his elbows (and in places on his chest). The cloud of flies crawls around on Nicora's body whenever they aren't swarming the exposed womb, but those times are short at least. And Otto is very careful not to pull on things - that'd certainly make the situation even worse.

Nicora's toes have curled and her claws are digging into her already rough and battered bed. She looks upward, at her hands, and mutters over and over to herself to not look down. This has to be the worst experience she has ever had here, and that is saying a lot. Every now and then the flies and the feather-tickling causes an unexpected orgasmic wave that makes her cry out and shudder! Otherwise, she's just crying, and tears are running down her cheeks.

It's the shudders that cause the mess on Otto's chest. While the muscles and connective tissues have weakened as a cause and result of this new condition, they can still twitch. An inside-out orgasm is.. definitely different. The salt on her cheeks attracts the flies too, and since they've just been in a very messy place Nicora's face - and the rest of her - is being covered in bloody fly footprints. This actually helps, since it confuses the flies as to where they're supposed to be laying their eggs. The more gore that gets spread around, the fewer flies there are in the target zone, which means Otto lets things linger for longer periods before helping to slough things off. The flies themselves are also starting to die off. They should only last another hour, maybe..