Warmth and wetness are what Nicora notices first, followed by something like a pulse. Darkness - almost complete, and what she's laying on shifts and moves. It is all disturbingly like lying on a tongue within a giant mouth. And she certainly doesn't remember how she got here. She's still oozing, which at least feels normal for this body, but doesn't feel particularly bloated at the moment.
Nicroa moans softly and reaches down to see how bad she's oozing, and if anything is, well, hanging out. "I was a naga," she murmurs, blinking as she tries to remember the last few hours. "I took Rostre home and we, well, and people say naga can't be sensual." She's also hopeful the blinking will clear up the darkness, too.
Things are certainly a bit.. loose.. down there. It feels like things are indeed extending out more than they should. So far the only thing to really see is the reflection of her glowing veins in the saliva she rests in. But as her eyes adjust the glow seems to get brighter - but it isn't coming from her.
Nicora spends a few minutes trying to push things back inside, but her muscles are just too weak and stretched to hold much in ... so it sort of slurps back out whenever she moves. At least it doesn't hurt; it just feels like an odd sort of swaying ... weight. So, giving up on trying to fix her nethers (which after the worm ate her hood off) looks pretty horrible anyway, she sits up and looks around, trying to figure out where she is. "Hello?" she calls out."
Her voice echoes oddly, but it carries enough information to tell her that she's surrounded by soft surfaces. And that something is moving up behind her.
Nicora's ears flick and then she quickly scrambles to her feet and pulls her wings around herself. She also stands a bit bow-legged to account for, well, her problem. She turns around and looks in the direction she felt something coming.
The source of the glow becomes apparent - and familiar. It's a Graveyard Worm, making a sign-curve as it gets closer. But it also appears to get bigger as it approaches.
"Ah, go away," Nicora says and makes little shooing motions at it with her hands. She also takes a few unsteady steps backwards. "Why in the world is there a huge worm here? Why is it huge? Where is here?" she wonders.
Since Nicora is standing up (on rather unsteady footing), the worm rears up as well. But now it seems to tower over her. The Gooshurm-like maw spreads open like a flower, and the myriad glowing tentacle-tongues start squirming their way out.
"Eek!" goes Nicora and tries to run backwards! It's awkward, and the floor is squishy! So, she isn't really moving that fast.
The floor moves when it shouldn't, and Nicora's foot slips, landing her on her back after trying to regain her balance by pin-wheeling her arms! Squish. Things are a lot slimier and slippery than when she started! The worm is large and close enough that Nicora can see that it glows on the inside as well.
"Wuagh!" complains the Eee as she goes flat on her back. She tries to squirm and push her way backward, which really just makes her more slimy, and not go very far. "Shoo, shoo! I mean yes I like worms ... but inside me not inside them!" she squeaks.
The tentacle-tongues are sticky, and leave goo all over Nicora's wings at first. But it's motion that triggers the grabbing reflex, as they go for her arms and legs.
And of course they get grabbed! So, she squeals even more and pulls at her arms and legs, trying to free them! "Let gooooooo!" she says, her voice rather shrill.
The worm goes from 'courting' to 'hunting' very quickly with once the squirming and struggling starts. It isn't clear if the shrieking makes a difference though. So it pulls its tongues back and swallows Nicora whole, feet first. It's glowing flesh and organs make it a bit more surreal than when she was swallowed by a giant snake, and there's none of the crushing pressure. But.. she's been swallowed by a giant worm, all the same.
So, there's a whole lot of squirming as Nicora tries to get free! She also gasps, trying to breathe! "This is not how I thought I'd die," the poor Eeee thinks.
It's not hard to breath - it's just very humid. And things seem to widen as she slides further. And then something touches her feet.
"Well, at least it's not an unpleasant death?" Nicora thinks, trying to make the best of a horrible situation; Gorphat training in action! That things get wider seems a bit odd. The touching of her feet is even odder and makes her squeak and pull them up!
Now there are two things touching her feet. And then four. And then it's hard to keep count. Despite the feeling of being wrapped in a bath, it's an extra bit of disturbance. It isn't until the glow seems different that she realizes she's encountering more of the worms - at least that's what it seems like.
This means she's squirming more and trying to get away from the things on her feet! She's also making all sorts of squeaking noises, but hard to say if anyone or anything could hear her!
The worms are persistent! The work their way under her wings and latch on to her teats - one for each. But something is off with the feeling over her legs. Something big is pressing on them, instead of multiple smaller somethings.
"Augh!" Nicora squeaks and tries to get her hands down to pull the worms off her teats. Granted she has eight teats and only two arms, but she'll try nonetheless! She also pulls her legs up to try and get them away from whatever is pressing on them!
There's a lot of slack to the worms, and they even bunch up when Nicora pulls on them.. but they don't let go. They don't have teeth, but maintain surprisingly strong grips as she suck at Nicora's goo spigots. Part of this is explained when the main body actually humps up over her legs - it's all one worm, with eight heads.. or mouths, at least. All of the necks emerge from a single trunk. There's also a ninth head that Nicora can't see.. at least it might be a head. It latches onto her distended 'bulb' between her legs.
"Brrrpth!" goes Nicora as one eye gets larger than the other when something latches on strongly between her legs! When she stops struggling for a moment, she realizes that it feels, well, rather nice all in all. So, her body betrays her and she actually lets out a pleased sort of moan, and instead of squirming, she arches a little. "Definitely not a bad way to die," she thinks as she subconsciously rolls her hips against the latched-on head.
The main body is more of a blob than the rest of the creature. Once the ninth head is latched on, it extends something inside of Nicora - probably a bundle of tongues, but possibly something singular and rigid. It feels like it might have raspy ridges, like a Yodhmagog tongue, to better harvest Nicora goo with, since it's pistoning in and out, while the outer mouth just seems to provide suction.
This only makes the Yodhgorphat moan more. Only they could actually enjoy the feeling of something rough rubbing around inside them. Her hips are now rather rolling in time with the pistoning; actually helping it work her goo out. Soon the Eeee starts hoping it'll release something inside her. Why? Because she's a freak, and Gorphat has trained her to enjoy horrible things.
Nicora's feather-worms are also fluttering, making sure her exposed Orb of Inala is being stimulated. Without the usually sticky ooze to gum things up (thanks to the worm-mouth suction) they're a lot more effective. It's distracting enough that she can't really tell when her legs became engulfed by the blobby part of the worm, but they're rather tingly feeling now.
It doesn't take that much work by those worms to send the Yodhgorphat over a huge orgasmic cliff! She shudders hard and moans; her body undulating in the waves of bliss. All fight is gone in her, and she's even enjoying the funky leg tingling sensation!
The creature keeps things going, until it smothers the feathers with the blob-body as it seems to engulf Nicora to her hips. Even her tail is caught in it and starting to tingle. All of her skin is tingling below the waist, really.
This allows Nicora a moment to gasp and clear her head ... and realize she's hip-deep in the jaws of a worm! Her eyes go huge and she reaches down to flail-grip at the lips of the worm and try to push it off her legs!
The outside of the body is pretty tough, but transparent. She can see her own body through it, but it looks.. wrong. Her skin is vanishing, as the green and red lines of her veins and arteries seems to be floating up into the blob itself.
"Oh no no no no no!" the panicked Eeee shrieks and starts pushing even harder on the worm, trying to get her body out before it's too late for her! Just because it wasn't painful ... she didn't pay attention and instead it's eating her alive!
Struggling makes things unravel faster. Strips of muscle begin to detach and blend in with the blob. The mouth that was on her bulb is now a tube of flesh within the blob, extending deeper into it. Nicora can't even see her feet through the distortion of the body. The roots of the eight necks also obstruct things. That flesh is transparent now as well, showing the green flow of Nicora's odd milk. It seems to disperse into the body as well at first, but is actually beginning to pool into sacs at the neck bases.
Nicora strains, arms shaking, and her torso doesn't move at all. "No, no, no," she repeats to herself, as if she denies it enough that it isn't really happening! Once she realizes that isn't working at all, she goes back to trying to yank off the worms attached to her teats!
This has some success, in that she can get one dislodged from her major left breast. The neck pulls back into the body until the head is jutting out along, but that begins to soften and bulge, the lips sealing together - until it becomes a breast, complete with nipple. The flesh solidifies further, taking on the familiar bleached pallor soon webbed with green veins.
"Eeeeeeew!" Nicora squeaks and starts pulling at the other ones now, wanting them off. She also starts getting worried that they may have made her teats, well, swell too.
Everything seems swollen, as if she were filling up with fluid. As the heads are pried loose and become new breasts, they line up along the blobby mass that has taken over the lower half of Nicora. At least the skin has become solid, even though it means she can't see where the 'lips' of the create are anymore. And she can't feel her legs or hips or tail at all now.. just an amorphous tingling that seems to spread throughout the bulbous mass. What does feel part of her still is her nethers, at least partially. Her distended bulb feels further distended.. impossibly so, for several feet. Past where her knees used to be!
Nicora panics and feels over her torso and even face as things feel swollen. "I'm turning into a worm-monster! she finally seems to realize; particularly when she feels tinging extending further down, past her knees, and she fears she will feel it past her feet, well, where the used to be, at some point.
The surrounding worm-flesh seems to mirror Nicora's panic, and begins convulsing. This moves her along faster! But not quite fast enough that she doesn't notice other things tingling - parts that were note consumed by the blob. Namely her wings and arms!
This makes Nicora panic even more and she thrashes about, twisting and turning and trying to inspect her wings and arms within this confining fleshy tube!
The lower part moves in concert.. as if she's making it thrash. And then the surrounding glow is gone, and warm air assaults Nicora's skin. There's a short drop, and splut into slimy warmth that is decidedly un-tongue-like, and far more like rotten flesh. She rolls down a sliding slope of the offal before stopping at the bottom.
"Aaaaaaaa!" goes Nicora as she rolls and tumbles down that stinking pile and landing with squelch at the bottom. She takes a deep breath, then soon regrets in and breaks into a fit of coughing. Horrified and worried, and still coughing, she tries to, well, sit up and get a better look, and feel, of her lower half.
Her lower half is a lot larger than her upper! It's like being a Fnerf.. but one without legs or tail. The foot-breasts are certainly larger as a result. And, with a splurt of goo, her birth canal breaches the hindmost bulge. She's become a maggot-taur, half Yodhmagog and half Eeee. Well.. mostly Eeee. Things are not feeling too great on her back.
The pale bulk of Magog moves away along the valley of offal, causing flesh-slides in her wake.
Nicora whimpers and reaches over her back to feel at her wings. Her bulbous tail shudders and belches out a blob of horrid-smelling good out of her birth canal ... and then the itching starts up in earnest .. and since it is several feet away now, she has no hope of reaching it. Argh! She looks after Magog, ears splayed out to the sides. "She didn't even stop to see her new daughter," the Eeee comments, then feels sick. Right now, she is almost Yodhmagog, which is even worse than Yodhgorphat! But, at least she can still see; full ones cannot.
Fingers touch wing-vane.. and then pass through it! Nicora can feel the skin detach and fall away like wet leaves, leaving long slender fingers behind.
"Well, it's not like I can fly like this," the depressed Eeee concedes. In fact, she realizes she doesn't even know if she can move like this. "Mother Gorphat, you have given me to Magog?" she asks this hellish place ... as she folds those thin fingers against her back.
The reply is a hissing, whispered, "Sssister." Several Yodhmagog begin to approach - one of them burrowing out through the slope of offal next to Nicora.
"Ah, no, no sister here, this is a mistake!" Nicora claims as she ... stares at her lower half and ponders how to even move. Not knowing what else to try, she tries to undulate-worm move it and get herself moving!
The ground seems to churn a bit as the breast-feet sink in. It feels.. exactly like it seems it would. It isn't until they start leaking the goo-milk that Nicora picks up traction. But the noise certainly attracts the Yodhmagog, who increase their not-too-fast pace to catch up with their new sibling.
Nicora looks at her arms as she tries to move away from the sound of the approaching others. They were tingling too, after all. She also isn't moving very quickly because she has only half the number of breasts for movement on the ground that the full Yodhmagog do, never mind she really doesn't know how to move that well. So, likelihood of her escaping the others? Low.
The blindly happy looking Yodhmagog galumph towards Nicora from all directions, smiling their fixed smiles on their flattened faces. "Sister! Sister!" they chorus. One of them bumps into Nicora's flank, nearly tipping her over (it's a lot harder to have an elevated torso when you don't have legs).
"Wagh!" Nicora cries as she goes over into the pile of putrid flesh and offal. Face down for a moment, at that. She tries to push herself back upright with her arms. "Not sister!" she cries out!
"Not sister?" the nearer one asks, nuzzling against Nicora's shoulder. "Food?" When a Yodhmagog says it, it's way creepier than a cute little Fuff'nar asking, "Dead?"
"No, not food. Not sure what I am," Nicora claims and pushes at the Yodhmagog with her hands.
Pushing isn't very effective against such a bulky creature. Even worse, it turns surprisingly quickly to catch Nicora's hand in it's toothless mouth. Despite the tingling, she can definitely feel the hard palate and raspy tongue.
Nicora bleahs! She tries to pull her hand back and out of that mouth quickly!
This causes the Yodhmagog to clamp down harder. A second white form pushes up against Nicora from the opposite side as well, actually pushing her towards the first one. This lets number one gulp down part of Nicora's forearm as well.
"Let go of my arm!" Nicora cries out and pushes at the bulbous head swallowing around her forearm! She uses her wings, or what's left of them to try to push at the other one,
At first the pushing seems to work.. but only because her flesh practically slides off the bone! The forearm disconnects at the elbow and vanishes down the Yodhmagog's gullet with a slurping noise. More of the creatures are surrounding Nicora now, nuzzling and lick-rasping in search of more loose flesh.
"Nooo!" the Eeee shrieks as that now stump of an arm flails around and thumps against that face of the Yodhmagog! She isn't sure what's worse, that it came off so easily, or that it didn't even hurt when it came off! Her other arm and her wings are flailing about too, trying to bat the horrid creatures away!
One by one, Yodhmagog grab onto the flailing limbs. There's still no pain as they eat her arms and wings.. but with the wings it's one finger at a time, and that comes with disturbing crunching noises. Once one gets on her back, Nicora is pushed down into the rotten flesh of the ground.
Nicora goes face down, though she's still trashing all about! She doesn't feel any pain, but she does feel things .. start to detach. Worse, it seems to go joint by joint, elbows, then her shoulders ... and her arms are gone. The wings take longer, and her ears are assailed with the sound of each wing-finger disappearing one by one. "Stoppit!" she cries out. Without any arms, getting up is going to be a lot more difficult, never mind doing anything else!
While her ears are being nibbled down, the slime produced by the Yodhmagog is making Nicora's entire torso tingle as well. Those not actively eating her are nuzzling and licking and rubbing against her. She feels like she's still swelling up, so that the delineation of her upper and lower halves is getting murkier.
One thing still separates her from a Yodhmagog, at least; she can still see. Granted all she sees right now is a lot of putrid flesh, which isn't all that great, but it's something to help keep her sanity. "Stop it, stop it!" she squeals and tries to flick her ears away from those horrible mouths. Her body feeling all swollen, squishy, and indistinct is making her feel even more sick than she did a moment ago. She barely feels like she has any bones below her neck!
Even her neck swells out, merging into the rest of her as her body begins to resemble that of a giant maggot! Her hearing dulls.. but also expands. She becomes deaf to the higher ranges, but the low ones amplify as her entire body becomes a means of feeling such sounds. There are a lot of such sounds that she becomes aware of, like the beating of hearts. And not just of the Yodhmagog around her. Magog is a huge presence in this new soundscape.
"I don't want to be a Yodhmagog!" Nicora cries out, as she is now actually, well, crying! Everything feels so wrong, thick, floppy, indistinct. Movement is sluggish and floppy too, and the hearing loss and changes ... that might be enough to drive her insane.
Her sister Yodhmagog lick up her tears, and something new stirs inside of her: hunger. The others start nudging Nicora to try moving.
Nicora tries to move, if for nothing else to try and get away from the nudging monsters! She also desperately tries to ignore feeling hungry; she doesn't have the mouth for eating what is down here, anyway!
With the help of the others (and her desire to escape them) Nicora manages to move. It's very different, but eventually she's gets used to her new belly muscles that allow her to undulate and even flex each breast-foot individually. The nipples are thankfully a bit desensitized. And she can feel-hear more movements around the hill ahead.
Whimpering, Nicora keeps on undulating, trying to get away from the others, and of course that means going in the direction of the sounds. She's still slow, though, so the others can easily keep up with her if they want to. She feels like ... a blob; she can feel no solidness within her; save for maybe the few bones in her face. She looks ahead, truing to see where she is going.
Her vision is becoming near-sighted. Distant objects are blurry now, but as she comes around the mount she can see Eeee shapes. They're on their knees, in an odd sort of crucifixion - their wings are nailed to the beams, and their arms are nailed on top of them. They are all moaning and wailing.. which grows worse when they see Nicora and the others approaching.
Nicora keeps blinking, trying to clear her vision. She doesn't like this, not one bit. "I don't want to be this," she says, possibly to the others around her. "Turn me back!"
"Food," the Yodhmagog whisper as they push Nicora along. "Fresh. Renewing. Deserving," they chant.
"No, no, not going to eat them!" Nicora wails, trying to hold onto what 'Eeee'ness she has left. Which, honestly, isn't much. And worse, that gnawing hunger is getting worse! It's almost bad enough she isn't noticing her back end itching like mad (or the horrible goo trail left in her wake)
"Yummy yummy," the Yodhmagog insist, pushing Nicora towards a screaming older Eeee woman.
"No, no, no!" Nicora pleads with the Yodhmagog. She tries to fight, to pull her head away, but ... no neck. Then there's that hunger; it just keeps getting worse. She blinks a few more times, and while she's fighting with herself in her mind ... she realizes her mouth has clamped onto the woman and started to chew ... and that's when she feels her own hard palette, and her thick raspy tongue grinding at its flesh. "/No, Gods, I'm becoming one of them! I'm their sister! I'm ... Yodhmagog," she thinks in sinking depression and horror.
But it tastes so good! At first. The sense of flavor seems to fade, and the flesh becomes tougher. And scalier. 'Aldrahkna' wakes up, realizing that he's got his mouth around one of Rostre's breasts and is squeezing it like he's trying to chew. The rest of him is still tangled up in the other Naga's coils, the black-on-black making it difficult to tell who is who.
Aldrahkna goes mmmmp? He looks up, then quickly detaches his jaws and shakes out his head. "Sssssorry," he hisses, "Bad dreamsssssss." The serpent then collapses down and breathes, glad that dream is over, ugh.
"Why did you sstop?" Rostre murmurs. "Were they your bad dreamsss?" she then asks. Given the nature of the Barsunala regarding dreams, it's a reasonable question.
"No idea," Aldrahkna murmurs as he lays there, looking mildly queasy. After a bit, he does eventually manage to lift his head again and gnaw on that breast.
Rostre.. well, it's difficult for Naga to giggle, but she hiss-hiccups. "Lassst night was fun. Iss there a sspell I can use to ssummon you on demand?" she asks.
Aldrahkna lifts his head. "I am not a demon, I cannot be sssuummoned. At leassst, not be anyone other than Sssssunala or one of Her sisters," he claims. "And I am sssssure there are better, real naga out there."
"Real Naga prefer sssaner partnerss," Rostre laments. "Even Naga mages find me creepy, for sssome reason. And Sspirit Mages in general are not very physical.."
"You cannot have children with me, though. Not without intervention," Aldrahkna points out, "I am jussssst a pleasssure toy mossst of the time."
"I cannot sssee myself as a mother!" Rostre laughs, and squeezes Aldrahkna in her coils. "What isss wrong with pleasure? You are alssso pleasant to talk to."
"I am ssstrange to talk to," Aldrahkna claims, and squeezes right back. "And I cannot ssstay forever; I have to meet up with others and arrange the sssship exam."
"I know," Rostre sighs. "But I hope you will think of me whenever you feel the brush of scalesss," she suggests, and licks along Aldrahkna's jaw.
"And also when you need the sservicesss of a Spirit Mage," she adds.
The larger naga ... can't manage much of a smirk. "Of courssse I will, on both," the serpent agrees as he tries to uncoil himself from the other serpent. "Hopefully you will not get in trouble with your guild for having carnal relationssss with me," Aldrahkna notes.
"I didn't raise you from the dead or ssstitch you together from sspare partss, ssso they aren't likely to raise a fusss," Rostre claims, as she looses her coils so the other can extricate himself more easily. "This isss Babel, after all."
Aldrahkna slowly unwinds, probably so that he slides and glides all over Rostre as he does so. "Fair point," he must concede. "And it wasssss fun. I ssshall have to do thissss again when time permitssss."
"And if you know of any big dark not-too-picky Nagasss.. let me know?" Rostre asks, tilting her head from side to side in a Naga wink.
Aldrahkna hiccups at this. "I will, I promisssse," the large serpent says with a gaping grin. He collects his poncho, and out the door he goes!
Since Rostre's lab and quarters are deeper down in the tower than the rest of the Mages, there are plenty of unused areas where a giant black Naga can change back into a much smaller Eeee - and recover some of the energy that went into adding all that mass. Conveniently, the room where Alptraum became Aldrahkna in the first place is still unoccupied save for his Eeee clothing.
"Handy," the naga says as he slithers into that room and closes the door, then locks. it. It's a quick disrobe, then he coils himself up into a ball and closes his eyes. Then it's a matter of relaxing and letting the shadow flow out as he breathes out ... and disappears into a comfortable floaty nothing. Much nicer than the feeling of being a blob in that dream that still clings to his mind. In that place it's just a matter of finding himself, literally, and pushing out that form to be what he wears.
There's a certain light-headed feeling - along with a general feeling of lightness - and a slight buzz from becoming so much smaller (even though, for an Eeee, Alptraum is definitely on the large side) than he just was. Part of that is from the energy boost. While it doesn't return all the energy that went into creating the Naga, it still feels like a lot.
"Whew," Alptraum says as he looks himself over. He then pauses to grin slightly, imagining what it would look like to have left, part of himself naga-like, but that rarely works well to incompatible biology. He then shakes his head and dresses! Time to check on the fnerf.
Mage Albiarro's chambers have been modified a bit. Mainly in that anything that could be easily knocked over or crushed has been moved up against the walls. This includes the bed, which was narrow even for a Gallee. Instead there is a mount of blankets smushed together into a rough nest shape. The recently made Fnerf is inside of it. "Look, I'm sorry about the tub.." she starts to say when the door opens, before seeing that it's Alptraum. "You're back!" she says and wags her tail, which doesn't impact anything thanks to the rearrangement. "I managed to draw a circle today without getting dizzy," she claims proudly. "Is that poncho for me?" she then asks, since Alptraum still has the Naga poncho.
Alptraum offers it. "Ah, sure! I imagine it would work okay for you. Now what is this about a tub? What did you do?" he has to ask. "Also, how are you enjoying being female? Experiment any?" he asks, grinning widely.
The Fnerf gets the poncho on, and smooths it down over her bosom. "Ah, no more crumbs!" she says. "The extra limbs and the tail were tricky to the hang of," she admits. "And the tub.. uh.. let's not talk about the tub, alright?" The Fnerf's ears go back to hide a blush. "Being female would be easier to get used to with just two legs I imagine. At least I could see where everything is then. This has been a lot more hit or miss.. figuratively."
"Bathroom problems, eh? Yeah, it's harder to use as a female, even with just two legs," Alptraum concurs and finds a place to sit down heavily. "So, I've checked out the bar, and I should be able to get you in there. Do you still want to do it?" he asks. "Also, if you had the option to remain like that forever, would you want to?"
"Well, I've gone this far to be able to do the job, so of course I want to try," the Mage notes. "I've confirmed that my magic ability is unchanged. And.. wait, forever? I.. barely got to use my original body! Being like this forever would make family dinners rather awkward too. I really can't make that sort of decision after two days!" The Fnerf gets up and actually starts pacing.
"You don't have to," Alptraum notes, then glances at her. "I thought you didn't associate much with your family as it was?"
"Oh, it's more that they don't associate with their families," Albiarro notes with a tail swish. "But that's.. not important. What do the servers do at this tavern other than serve.. drinks, I presume? On platters?"
"Beer. Lots of beer. And a side of beer, and a bowl of beer. Most of it vartan-strength," Alptraum explains, "So, from what I've heard, a lot like a college bar. And sometimes platters, sometimes they just carry the mugs. It depends on how many. They also provider, er, other services to guests if the pay is right."
"There is some smoking of mind-altering stuff. Also, typical, ah, carnal pleasures, for the right price," Alptraum explains and waves his right hand a bit.
"You mean, like.. catering?" Albiarro asks. The Mage's experience with tavern culture is likely a little lacking - or else the taverns on Caroban are very boring places.
"No, unless you could playing hide the sausage as catering," Alptraum says, amused.
"They always made us wear blindfolds for that game," Albiarro claims. "And it never mattered, because the Rath'ani or Skreeks always managed to win somehow. So, we get onto the boats by bringing sausages and beer to the crews, is that it?"
Alptraum sighs and holds his face in his hands. "You get on the ship by flirting and getting them drunk, then going onto their ship for sex," he explains more clearly.
"I've been drunk," Albiarro admits. "And I imagine sailors get really drunk. So.. there's no way sex is happening at that point! Or.. oh! They'll just pass out and think they had sex if they remember anything when they wake up!"
"Yeah, that," Alptraum agrees; it's easier than arguing and probably less scary. "You can still back out, you know. I'll change you back and won't speak of it again if you want," he offers. "Otherwise, you need to be ready in a couple days. You'll need to get good at shaking that butt of yours seductively."
"Rostre didn't teach me about that," Albiarro notes, and rubs her hands together nervously. "It's not just the tail, but the rump and tail? And.. it's the same for everyone right? Not a special wiggle for Skreeks and a different one for.. wait.. would they even be attracted to me anyway? Wouldn't most of them need like.. a small stool to stand.. well, no, that's silly. I'd have to be lying on my side maybe.. or.. hmm." The Fnerfs eyes unfocus as she seems to try and work out the mechanics of things. "Oh.. would they use their arms?" she finally asks.
"Depends, but figure that it'll probably be a vartan, and they're hung, well, it would be very much like an arm anyway. Even at your side, it'll be ... tight," Alptraum warns and laughs. "It's really not a big concern. The main thing is be nice, get drunk, examine, examine ship if you get on."
"Get THEM drunk," Alptraum clarifies, "Not yourself."
"Oh, so I don't need to flirt with the smaller sorts.." Albiarro starts to say.. then gets a thoughtful look. "No, definitely need to flirt with the smaller ones. It will make them feel big, right? That's important? I just realized that every time a server complimented me that must have been the reason.."
"Be nice to everyone. You never know who might be the lead in," Alptraum notes as he shifts a bit in this chair, getting comfortable. "Heck, you might even be able to get on if they get so drunk you need to carry them onto the ship! No carnal debauchery needed."
"Oh, I can probably manage that by carrying really big mugs!" Albiarro says. Then immediately covers her muzzle and goes wide-eyed in realization of something.
"What?" Alptraum asks and sits up.
The reply is mumbled at first, but then the Fnerf releases her own muzzle. "I was worried about.. you know.. the back end," she says. "But the non-Vartans would probably be interesting in my front end anyway! What if.. what if I bite down and hurt someone!"
"Oooh! You mean if you're suckling on a guy and bite too hard? Would you even try doing that?" Alptraum has to ask.
"Isn't that what they'll.. ask for?" Albiarro asks. "They couldn't really expect to do anything the traditional way. Do I need to bend over a lot to show off my breasts? Well, I probably have to do that to reach over the tables anyway.. I don't remember any of the bar wenches doing that on Caroban though. Of course, they were also students.."
"Maybe? Mostly I suspect they'll just want to drink," Alptraum admits. "I wouldn't worry about having to do anything too odd, really. Only do stuff if you find you want to. Don't force yourself."
"Oh good, because I can't act and concentrate at the same time," the Mage notes. "But you'll be there with me to handle the acting, won't you? Showing the new girl the ropes or whatever?"
"In some form or another, avralie," Alptraum remarks as his mind wanders a bit, now pondering if this is a good idea at all.
"So my name will be Avralie?" the Fnerf asks. "That sounds pretty! Like I should have a bow in my tail!"
"No no, your name is Flewf. Avralie is a gypsy word, it means yes," Alptraum explains. "Sorry, my mind is wandering a bit."
"Flewf.. definitely not a bow name," the Fnerf agrees. "Now that I have a poncho, I can leave my room and practice in the dining hall. Both for serving things and for sashaying. Maybe Mage Borchus can give me tips. He's a Rhian.. which is the closest to a Fnerf we've got here at the moment."
"He could also stretch you out," Alptraum says, trying to sound innocent.
"My back hasn't been sore, so that shouldn't be necessary," Flewf insists. "He's an Earth Mage though.. maybe he knows about muscle strains? I think he works out. It's really hard to tell with Rhians."
"I'm talking about stretching out ... your fun tunnel," Alptraum clarifies.
"Oh.. ohhhh," Flewf says, finally realizing what Alptraum means. "How big are Rhians then? Oh.. I assume you'll bring me a uniform to wear?" she then asks. "A Vartan top should fit.. if be a bit breezy in the back. Unless they have one for a Fnerf, that is!"
"I'll handle appropriate clothing. It's a cheap bar, so it won't be anything special," Alptraum says as he pushes himself out of the chair. "You know, you are so clueless that I can't even tease you properly," he admits. "I'm not sure I should let you do this; it might be too dangerous for you."
"I'm a Light Mage, we generally don't do things that aren't dangerous in some way," Flewf claims. "My first paying job was scrying on a noble's wife to see if she was cheating with his friend. I found her cheating with his friend's wife. Telling the truth is always dangerous. But being ditzy is cute in a beer wench, isn't it? It'll cover my apparent absent-mindedness while I do my detection stuff."
"It could also get you raped," Alptraum warns. "I generally don't like risking anyone, and well, you seem so young, I have to admit. I guess I'm just too world-beaten and jaded."
"I'm really good at stepping on people's feet and knocking things over with my tail," Flewf insists. "If these people were the sorts who'd do things like that, I don't think you'd be trying to help them."
"Fair point," Alptraum concedes, "But not everyone there will be from the ship I imagine. So, just be careful, please. I can fix physical injuries, but mental ones are beyond me."
"Oh.. I'll need to know which ones to check then," Flewf says.
"I'll sort that out. And on that note, I need to go meet up with my other contact, and get my body-clone ready. I will probably be a vartan chick," Alptraum notes and heads towards the chamber door. Under his breath he adds, "Tulani did say she'd turn me into a vartan. Guess she should have specified which gender. Won't she be in shock, heh. Or maybe she would be into it; she's a sailor, they're all nuts."