Penance's skin has finally stopped crawling by the time Brutus brings her back to the main corridor of Gorphat's Temple. The horrib then buzzes away back towards the Queen's Chamber, leaving Penance to fend for herself. There's a lot of squeaking echoing down from those upper areas but the place is full of rats and bats. There's another rattling sort of sound that seems closer though.
Penance shivers and keeps wiping at herself. "Gah, it was just the air, the air causing me to hallucinate. Had to be," she mutters to herself over and over. The sounds give her pause, though, and her ears start flicking all about. "Otto, is that you?" she calls out, the rattling the only concerning sound right now; the others are ... mostly normal?
The hulking shape of the temple's 'caretaker' Skreek comes around a bend in the tunnel, his bucket the cause of the familiar rattle. "Ah, there you are.." he grunts, and raises up the bucket. "Need Yodhgorphat goo or milk."
"You do? Does that mean the High Priestess is back?" Penance asks and her ears perk up tall. "She is the source of such gifts, through the will of Gorphat." There's a pause, and she adds, "All praise to the generous Mother Gorphat!"
"Not here," Otto says, and holds the bucket out towards Penance. "Gotta be you."
Penance squeaks! She gestures at herself. "But, but, I don't produce anything like that!" she insists. Her ears flatten out, then she accepts the bucket. "I don't know what to do."
"Like this," Otto says, and reaches forward to grab and squeeze Penance's small breasts. "This.. usually works," he says.
Penance squawks! "Uhm, I don't think it will work with me, though," she says as she winces in pain at the grab, and looks down.
"Hurr," Otto goes and stop, only to reach down lower and squeeze between the Eeee's legs. "Mebbe you need to be pregnant?" he guesses when that doesn't produce the desired result either.
Penance' ears splay flat. "I ... don't know. I will have to go check the library. There must be a way to duplicate it," she says as she dances around a little from the grab! "But ... does that mean the High Priestess is always pregnant?"
"Ummm... pregnant with Spirit of Gorphat?" Otto suggests. "Sometimes need to suck or pump to get her goin' though. Which way to Library?"
Penance gestures for the rat to follow her. "Follow me," she adds, then heads off into part of the temple she is more familiar with, and the library where she has spent a lot of time.
The lights are on in the library, since Crabs is already there working on the catalog. He's busy trying to lift a heavy clay urn onto one of the tables, which already covered with a few scrolls and an assortment of other artifacts. He's busy muttering to himself so doesn't notice when Otto and Penance arrive. His hearing might be impaired by the buzzing of his horrib though.
"Hello, Crabs. I'm just here to check to see if there is any documentation on the sacred oozings that the High Priestess produces. You haven't seen any menion of them while cataloging, have you?" Penance inquires as she heads over to look through the collection of scrolls about, er, terrible oozing from either the crotch or breasts. Which means, deciphering titles that are likely oddly worded, of course ... like 'Musings of Gorphat's Loins' most Glorious Outpouring', or somesuch.
"Ah! Penny, I didn't hear you. You look.. really extra smooth and shiny," the Skreek says. It looks like his horrib hasn't gotten the buzz that the men don't have to be kept priapetic now that the womens' guardians have been born. "Oh.. ooze.. well.." He gestures to the stuff on the table. "I think this might have to do with.. something.. like that? I'm pretty sure this is all the stuff in this scroll about blessed fluids."
"Let me take a look at that, then?" Penance asks as she diverts and heads back over to the rat. She holds out her hand for the scroll in question.
Aside from the sealed urn, there's a little figurine that could be Gorphat, except the limbs are carved flush tot he body and the head is thrown back. The scroll that gets handed over talks about "milk of Gorphat" and "menses of Gorphat" - without really saying what they are, but then cross referencing everything was why they've been going through the archives. There are diagrams of odd symbols and patterns, and mention of a tool called a "venom brush".
Penance turns the scroll this way and that, and makes a face. "None of it is very clear. Why didn't they write this down so that others could understand it? I get that things need ritual, but they need to be understandable ritual," she complains. "Have you opened the url yet?"
"Was about to!" the Skreek says, and then pulls up his neckerchief to cover his nose and mouth. He also offers Penance a scoop-net used for fishing. "If anythin' jumps out, you gotta catch it.. and.. oh, you've got a bucket already."
"Could be pickles," Otto offers.
Penance brandishes the net ... menacingly? "Right, uh, I'll protect you?" she suggests. How much protection can a naked bat be?
Probably more protection than Crabs already has. He peals away the wax seal and unscrews the top of the urn. Once it's off he jumps back, but nothing happens aside from a bubble of gas bursting from the dark fluid inside.
"Well, that was anti-climatic," Penance admits. She scoots a little closer and sniffs tentatively. "That looks unpleasant."
It looks like thick oil, with tiny ripples that suggest movement under the surface. "Urns shouldn't have climaxes," Crabs claims, sets the cap next to the urn when nothing tries to crawl out. He takes another scroll, and says, "This is supposed to have the.. carrion stars.. or something. They gotta be combined with a ritual and.. uh.. I haven't found the other scroll yet, but I think it's one of them on the table."
The bubble has released a smell of... ancient, sea-bed flatulence.
"Not right kind o' goo," Otto points out, looking at the fluid in the urn. "Should be green."
"Carrion stars?" Penance asks and frantically waves the smell away from her nose. After, she sets the bucket down and starts looking for the, er, 'sister' scroll to the one she already has. "It probably needs the ritual to change it into the right stuff."
Aside from the patterns and symbols, the scrolls are very short on descriptive imagery. One scroll Penance finds discusses "charging the infuser of welcome" with a sketch that does resemble the small, disturbingly phallic looking figurine though. It might also explain why the upward facing face has a gaping maw.
Penance makes more faces. "I am not sure I like where these are going," she admits, and scratches a little at the itchy spot above her crotch. She picks up the figurine now and examines it more closely, and compares it to herself to see if it will ... fit in her Wound.
It does seem sized for an Eeee, and seems to be hollow, with the mouth the only opening. "That's the infuser?" Crabs asks. "It doesn't like it's for making tea."
"I think it's for infusing things in, er, well," Penance tries to explain, the gestures at her crotch. "I'm not sure what goes in it yet, though. Some of that goop in the urn?"
"Wait.. uh.. maybe it was this one," Crabs says, pulling at another scroll after checking the scrap of parchment he's been keeping notes on. "The 'blood of ancients' is what gets infused," he says. "And the urn.. well, I haven't found anything else that looks like old blood."
"So, it isn't the carrion stars?" Penance asks, then sets down the statue. She looks for a spoon, then while holding her nose ... stirs the black goo in the urn to see if anything ... surfaces.
Something seems to cling briefly to the spoon. It's the same color as the goo.. or else just covered in it, and doesn't seem very big. Not even as big as the spoon, from what gets seen.
After some more cross-referencing, Crabs reveals that the 'carrion stars' are for converting the 'chamber of Inala' into the 'chamber of Gorphat.'
"So.. I think the goo goes in the infuser, which goes into.. you," Crabs says, "so that the carrion stars will take root."
Penance blinks. "So, they go in the womb?" she squeaks and crosses her legs! "That sounds very painful." She stills herself, then tries to spoon out whatever attached to the, er, spoon. "And isn't there some sort of ritual too?"
"Oh yeah, there's these diagrams and something else and then stars are.." Crabs starts to say, as he shuffles through parchment. "Until the stars are conveyed on.. hmmm. The staff of blood it says.."
"Just when it can't sound worse!" Penance declares, and looks for anything small, but kind of looks like a staff?
There isn't anything that looks like a staff, other than what's rigidly protruding from Crabs himself. There's the figuring, some very shallow jars, and what look like spike-covered brands.
Penance picks up one of the brands and turns it in her hands, looking at its size. "What is this for...?" she wonders.
The side with the pattern on it seems to be covered with hundreds of insect stingers.. but thankfully tiny ones. "Oh, those are for.. marking the Paths," Crabs says, referencing notes kept close to them. "The Paths of the Blessings," he explains, pointing to diagrams. Things are stylized, but apparently they show how to mark the breasts and inner thighs.
Penance rubs her forehead. "We really need to collect more ... stuff?" she asks Otto while she holds the stinger. It does not look pleasant at all. Then to Crabs, she asks, "Is this tipped into the goo before use? Then used to sting the ... subject with it?"
"No, they're dipped into these little jars of venom," Crabs explain, pointing to the flatter jars. "The goo goes into the infuser, and.. that goes into the Yodhgorphat, and stays there while the ritual marking happens.. I guess the venom has some special purpose. Then the 'staff of blood' is dipped into the urn, and gathers the carrion stars, then.. somehow they get transferred.. And then there's a final bit I haven't worked out yet.."
"We haven't found the staff of blood, either," Penance admits. "And how long do the effects from this last?"
Otto grumbles about things being too complicated.
"Well.. this other thing talking about the carrion stars say they need to be kept fed once rooted, or else... they turn toxic?" Crabs offers. "I don't know if that means they poison the host, or poison themselves, or something else becomes toxic.."
Penance tends to agree with that sentiment! That comment makes Penance' ears perk up. "That's kind of important to know!" she blurts out and takes a look at the other thing Otto was referring to. "What do you even feed them?"
"Bargorphat milk," Crabs reads. "That's.. oh.. probably that stuff we were.. uh.. feeding.. to the larvae in the women." His ears blush, before he gets a terrified look on his face.
"What?" Penance asks as she spots that horrified look! Soon she is shaking his shoulders, "What is it? What more did you find?!?"
"Damned bug," Crabs squeaks. "I'm the staff of blood."
"Dud-a-chum," Crabs' horrib clacks.
Penance blinks at that, then giggles. "So at least some of us suffer equally?" she says and then waves her hands. "Sorry, sorry, this is so bizarre it's ... laughing is keeping me from running out of here," she admits.
"Get to it," Otto says, and rattles his bucket.
"Th-there's a prayer too!" Crabs yelps. "We gotta find that first!"
"Who made you the boss?" Penance asks as she puts her hands on her hips and glares at Otto for that.
"Sick people," Otto claims.
Penance purses her lips at that, and her ears twitch. Sighing, she turns and looks for the prayer now too, then bites her lip as she worries about how the supplicant wil be her.
There are a lot of different prayers relating to blessings, but only a few involve the channeling of blessings. After get past the ones that involve turning a Yodh's body into a plague carrier or worse, the ones of transubstantiation seem more likely. A few of those deal effluences. And of those, ones referring to 'mother' Gorphat seem the most promising. Mother Gorphat, I prepare myself for You. To be Your outlet, your cloaca, your teat and your womb, one begins.
"Ah, I think I found it," Penance says and taps the scroll! "It ... doesn't make me any less nervous. So, I have to fill the figure with that goop, and shove it all the way into me, and I guess, past my cervix. That will hurt," she admits, and her ears twitch. "But, I guess we have to get going or Otto will grumble even more." Sye sets down the painful-looking brand-thing, and picks up the statue instead, then holding her nose, dips it into the Goo using her fingers.
"I'll do the marking while you recite the prayer," Crabs offers. "Do you need help getting it up in there?"
"No, let me do it," Penance requests as she waits for it to fully fill and bubble out all its air. "It's going to hurt and I think I have to work the mouth and head completely into my womb,which will stretch and hurt, so I need to take it easy."
While Penance prepares for her part, Crabs checks the stinger-brushes and opens the jars of venom. He keeps the diagram references handy as well.
"I can't believe I am going to do this, but I must be willing to do all for Mother Gorphat," Penance reminds herself. She draws the figure out, now dripping slick with the stinky fluid. She makes a face, then moves away from the table a step and spreads her legs. A deep breath, then another, then yet another. She lowers the figure between her thighs, and whimpers. She lifts it, and the mouth touchers her nethers. Another breath, then she winces and starts sliding it up into her body. She grits her teeth as things stretch around ti a bit uncomfortably. But, it's about to get worse as she feels the head bump up against her cervix. She steadies herself, then after a little wiggling so that the jaws set into the center of the ring ... she slowly rotates the figure while pushing up with steady pressure, trying to get things to part.
Really, it can't be that much worse than giving birth to the Bargorphat. Just in reverse. And the figurine cold and has weird surfaces. And presumably it will have to come out again later. Crabs waits patiently, and pats the table top when Penance seems to be done. "You'll want to lie down for the next part."
There's a pained sort of grunt and her hand surges upward once and stops. "Okay, so, it's in," she says with all the enthusiasm of a zombie at prom night. The poor bat then has to waggle over to the table, which hurts. Then climb on it, which also hurts. Grabbing the scroll at least doesn't hurt, then she lays back, then lets out a surprised squeak! "Oh, right, of course the contents would slowly pour out when I laid down," she moans.
Crabs sets the 'tattoo' diagram on Penance's belly, after climbing onto the table as well. He kneels next to her and dips the first brush-brand into one of the venom jars. "This.. is almost certainly going to hurt," he warns. "So please don't dig your claws into me if you can help it." He then presses the stinger-covered tool to the underside of Penance's left breast until it breaks the skin. It burns, stings and itches all at once.
"Oh.. don't forget to keep praying," the Skreek remembers to add.
Penance arches up and complains, "Ow!" Shaking she settles back and holds up the scroll to read, as well as to focus on to try and avoid the stinging pain. "/Mother Gorphat, I prepare myself for You. To be Your outlet, your cloaca, your teat and your womb," she begins. "I lay my flesh bare in offering to you, so that not only am I your child in spirit, but also of body. With each sting, lay your claim. With each bite into my chest, make my breasts your teats," she continues, her voice shaking a little.
There are two different kinds of venom, and each pattern needs to be done in both. Where the first one causes stinging pain, the second causes painful swelling. It takes far too long for Crabs to work his way all around both breasts. "This is exhausting," he notes, taking a deep breath. "I gotta do your thighs next.. so.. uh.. could you spread them please?"
Penance's eyes are watering as this is going on, and she can't help but notice the swelling thanks ot the pain and the stretching of the skin so tight there. The question causes her to blink, then whimper. But, she does spread her legs slowly for the rat. "And now with each mark upon Inala's gate, claim it and make it Gorphat's Wound, and my womb into the Chamber of Gorphat. Claim my nethers, and transform them as a whole into the Cloaca of Gorphat; beautiful in your eyes and function, and an abhorrence to those who follow Inala." "No, that doesn't taunt Inala at ALL," Penance things grimly.
As the needle-like stingers are applied to Penance's inner thighs, her breasts start to sprout small blisters, hardly bigger than the pinpricks that caused them so far. The marks on her thighs run nearly to her knees however, so take longer to apply.
"Why do they cover so much?" Penance thinks as she struggles to hold still. "Though it may be agony, I am not afraid. I am your daughter, and through your blessing, also one of your vessels," she struggles out.
By the time Crabs finishes with the inside of Penance's right thigh, the left is already starting to blister up. Setting the nasty tools aside, Crabs asks, "Can you.. push out the infuser.. or need me to get it?"
Penance ... blinks. Her toes splay, then her teeth grit and she grunts, her rump tightening up as she strains hard, then harder. It takes a couple minutes, then there is a runble down below, then a squelch, and the figure slides slowly out from between her things.
Crabs picks it up with a cloth, "I'll clean it later," he notes as he sets it aside. "Well, that should be all I'm needed for!" he says, but Otto lifts him before he can try to escape. The big Skreek then dunks Crabs' 'staff of blood' into the urn like he was dipping a quill into a pot of ink. Crabs flails, and then starts to squeak in pain.
"Yeah, you get to suffer too, bud!" Penance tells him. Maybe this is why the Yodh used to be in such bad moods; always hurting! And wanting others to hurt too.
Eventually Otto lifts Crabs free, to reveal that his staff is covered in a dozen tiny.. two-headed leeches? They're 'Y' shaped and where they latch on blood can be seen as the dark goo drips free.
Penance squeaks! "Eeeewwww," she blurts out in horror for a moment, eyes wide. Yet, even she knows she dare not move now, not after that pledge.
Otto actually has to put the shivering Crabs down on top of Penance. "You gots to move and such," he reminds the other Skreek. "Only way to get them off of you.."
The Skreek feels cold going into Penance as well.
Penance eeees and arches! "Why does he feel cold?! He shouldn't feel cold!" she thinks, wondering if it's her or him, that's messed up!
Things warm up a bit when Crabs realizes he needs to transfer things to Penance.. without knowing exactly how other than trying to scrape things off. The action causes her thigh blisters to burst though, which is another little layer of pain on top of all the rest.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, this is awful!" Penance thinks. Her boobs hirt, her thighs hurt, ner insides hurts. At this point only her hands and feel don' hurt!
Crabs squeaks and grunts as he tries to get rid of his leeches.. he certainly doesn't look like he's enjoying things given the way he grimaces.
"It isn't fun for me either," Penance whispers to him and pats him on the back in sympathy. She tries rolling her hips back and clenching to help out all the while staring straight up.
Things stink from the blisters (they can't be pus.. that smells different). Crabs keeps trying harder, and it's probably best that he can't see Otto's impatient look behind him. It's about then that Penance feels a something.. bite her inside her womb. At least one of the strange leech-things has been transferred it seems.
"Ow, dagh, that hurt!" Penance barks out! She then coughs and quickly says, "Uh, it hurts with your divine radiance, Mother Gorphat!" She also makes a note to have a talking-to with the High PRiestess about Otto. He's getting a little too full of himself.
Things begin to pick up as more of the leeches jump ship for presumably better pastures. For each new pinch Penance feels, Crabs gets a slight look of relief. There's no telling what condition is staff is in though.
So with each ouch, Penance winces and feels worse, and Crabs feels better! Life is so not fair. Was her previous life so bad that she deserved this? She still can't remember any of it, other than when she feels all giddy at times when someone else is hurting.
Finally the last one is transferred, and Crabs nearly collapses onto Penance.. but doesn't, which prevents her still-sore and swollen breasts from being hurt further at least.
"Everything hurts," Penance whimpers softly. But, she's grateful the ordeal is over! What a naive little Yodhgorphat she is, but she's glad for the moment of respite. She does reach up and pokes one of her breasts tentatively. "I /think/ I used to want a big chest,/" she mutters. "Boy, was I dumb."
Things jiggle in a rather unnatural way.. there are harder nodules under the blisters it seems. Crabs pulls out and wraps his scarf around his staff while wincing. "Ouch," he whimpers.
Otto looks.. frowny. "This still need more time, doesn't it?" he asks.
"They gotta be fed, like the larvae were," Crabs says, sniffling.
"I don't know, Otto, why don't you stick your dick in the pot too and find out,/" Penance finally snarls at him!
"Hmmm, others be brought by bugs if needed right?" Otto asks, gesturing to Crabs' horrib. "They always know."
"I am so going to have a talk about you to the High Priestess," Penance remarks to Otto; clearly annoyed by his single-minded focus. "From reading the scrolls, Crabs has to do it."
"Tell I doing a good job?" Otto asks, "Taking care of things!"
"Tell her you're being an ass to anyone but her," Penance snaps.
Crabs squeaks. "I.. can't do that anytime soon, not matter how many times I get stung. Should be done by an Eeee."
Penance facepalms and sighs softly into her hands. "I suppose that means Spider is needed," she says after some thought; one of a few that would dare touch her.
"Plenty of those," Otto says. "Now that women have their bugs, initiates still hot 'n bothered. Any you like? I'll go get them.."
"They gotta be stung special to produce the.. milk, instead of.. uh.. regular stuff," Crabs says. "Gotta be different from Inala's way, and all.."
Penance facepalms again. "You've forgotten about the Eeee named Spider?" she asks. Then that explanation comes and she just beats the back of her head on the desk a few times. "No, I don't know any of them that well, so, just pick one I guess."
"I go conscript volunteers," Otto says, and heads for the corridor. He even leaves his bucket behind.
"How much does it hurt?" Crabs asks Penance.
"Like a hot poker stuck into my womb," Penance explains. "And poking randomly around."
"Sorry," Crabs says. "Wish it had been someone else.. putting them into you. Really."
"Not your fault. Just needed to be done. It's just ... Otto. He had zero concern about how it affected us. Kinda upsets me," Penance admits. "If he wasn't being such an ass, it would have been easier to do this."
"I know why he's a bit on edge," Crabs says, unwrapping himself a bit to check if the bleeding has stopped. "The Skreeks and Eeee guys are still getting juiced by their horribs, just like me. Only the Skreeks sort of found Otto's girlfriend or whatever, so.."
"He has a girlfriend? Who?" Penance has to ask and look up. which is harder to do now with swollen mounds in her line of sight.
"I think her name is Pixus?" Crabs says. "I came down here to avoid temptation. Or at least to avoid getting into fights."
"Yeah, well, he shouldn't be taking it out on us. Why can't he produce the goo?" Penance grumbles, softly. "Or at least be nicer about his demands, girlfriend or no."
"He's used to the High Priestess too, I suppose," Crabs says. "I tend to think of Otto like the horribs - I have no idea where they get their direction from, but always seem to have a purpose."
"Doesn't hurt to have some manners, though. We're all stressed with the High Priestess isn't here," Penance notes.
Buzzing sounds precede the troupe of initiates that file into the library, looking around in awe at it all. There are five Eeee, all apparently primed by their horribs. "Yodhgorphat Penny," one says in surprise, and another says, "Crabs?"
Crabs doesn't respond, as he's still curled up in a ball on the floor. Otto doesn't try to fill anyone in either, as he arrives behind the handful of Eeee.
"So ... " Penance says a bit haltingly. "Which one of you wishes to lie with Gorphat? I am praying to her to bless me with er, er, cloaca," she tries to explain. "It is a very noble thing..."
"Uhh.." the lead Eeee (who called her 'Penny') says as someone pushes him from behind. "What.. would be involved? Is this why we're still getting juiced by our horribs?" he finally asks, glancing at the goo sticking to Penance's thighs where her blisters were broken. She probably looks like she's sprouted a forest of nipples too from the blisters on her breasts.
Penance' ears splay. Why can't they just figure it out for themselves! Why must she say it? "You ... must lie with me and fill me with your essence, which in turn will flow to Mother Gorphat," Penance tries to explain and sound official about it.
"It's important," Otto chimes in.
And so the first Eeee approaches the table where Penance is splayed out, and puts a hand on her knee before asking, "Is it going to hurt for you?"
"Probably? Gorphat believes in making things a challenge," Penance says; this she knows as truth. "But I am willing to sacrifice for Her and in Her honor. And the honor of having y body echo part of Hers is beyond an honor for someone as lowly as I."
"Is this going to be like with the women, where you need to be.. uh.. fed.. regularly?" he asks, then eases himself into Penance, and clearly trying to not look at Crabs, in case he's due for the same fate.
"I'm not as sure on that part. Why? Am I too hideous for you to bed?" Penance asks and looks hurt. "I am beautiful, in Gorphat's image."
As if to show that he appreciates Gorphat's image, the Eeee (probably Lop-Ear, if Penance remembers correctly. Because he's deaf in one ear and it hangs down a bit) leans down and kisses Penance before he starts pumping her. It was never clear if the men enjoyed 'feeding' the women or not, since what they were feeding them was something they produced in response to whatever venom cocktail the horribs were injecting them with.
Penance kisses him right back and starts rolling against him as he works her. She is curious if this is going to hurt, or if Gorphat will how up and bless her ... or if her nethers will become all deformed and floppy, or ... what? She doesn't know! Which ... makes her both terrified and disturbingly, excited.
The excitement probably helps.. but it isn't entirely her own. The little creepers embedded into her womb are squirming a bit, which still hurts, but not in a particularly painful manner. It's.. different. And so far nothing horrible has happened to Lop-Ear, so he puts in more effort.
Since it isn't painful, other than the blisters and such, Penance starts getting more into it too, her inner muscles gripping at the Eeee. She also rubs and runs her claws along his back, under his wings, and even moans softly.
This is apparently something the 'pregnant' initiates didn't do, and it startles Lop-Ear until he realizes Penance isn't in pain. He tries to sync up with her own movements instead of just trying to finish as quickly as he can. He even dares to squeeze one of Penance's breasts.. which causes many blisters to pop.
That hurts, and makes her wince, but she doesn't cry out. She just grits her teeth and bears it; they're swollen and painful anyway, so blister pops isn't that much worse. Her hips roll like an Eeee making love, or trying to breed, and overall, it feels pretty good down there! "You feel nice," she murmurs in his ear. "I am sure that Mother Gorphat is enjoying you through me."
"N-no pressure there.." Lop-Ear says, looking slightly more panicked. So he starts nuzzling and caressing with his wings and anything else he thinks might make Penance enjoy it more - since the only thing worse that making a good impression on Gorphat is making a bad one. But it seems to work, at least for Penance. Other than Spyder, she's never had anyone actually make love to her (that she can remember).
Penance's guy feels all squirmy and twingy, but it doesn't hurt. In fact, she's even starting to moan more. HEr movements become more assertive and enjoying of the act, even with the oozy goop between them from the popped blisters. "I hope this is pleasing you, Mother Gorphat. Your blessing upon me will help to serve You more fully, and all that lay with me lay with You," she thinks.
There isn't a direct response to the thought, but.. Penance does feel a sense of approval. Lop-Ear is starting to moan now too, and pushing hard enough to cause little squeaky sounds where Penance's bare skin is contacting the polished-stone surface of the table. "This is great.." the man enthuses, before shuddering. Penance's little womb-barnacles reward this by releasing something that makes Penance feel really happy.
Penance arches and groans loudly when that rush comes. It's a weird sort of reaction, not quite a normal orgasm, but some sort of chemical reaction from the release. She shudders and squirms as her inside spasms in pleased waves to milk out whatever the Eeee will give her!
Things are gurgling in her gut, but once Lop-Ear is spent, he gives her another kiss at least. The others are lined up behind him now, though, waiting their turns.
Penance looks over the Eeee's shoulder. "Oh, so now you want to do it instead of before?" she asks those gathered with a small huff. "You'll have to be extra good..."
"Does the best one win something?" the third in line asks.
"Well, to keep from having Gorphat punishing you for lack of faith..." Penance points out.
There's some shuffling, but once Lop-Ear pulls out, the next one in line doesn't hesitate. But then, the horribs have been keeping them in that perpetually aroused, "horrib-milk" producing state for some time now. Jophur is bigger than Lop-Ear, although his wings seem smaller - birth defects and other issues are a common theme among the initiates, after all. But he's also twice as eager, and isn't afraid of blister-goo either as he grabs onto Penance with both hands.
"Good boy. Now, take me as if you were making love to Mother Gorphat," Penance purrs at him and looks at him through half-lidded eyes. "Give Her your all."
"I'll.. wear the skin off.." Jophur promises, and while he doesn't quite manage that, he does bang his scrotum into the edge of the table several times. It's not as pleasant as with Lop-Ear, but it's a lot more energetic. The barking whenever the man smashed his bean-bag was a bit jolting though.
Penance actually has to try to not laugh at that! Why does she find humor in someone hurting themselves, anyway? What kind of person was she? She shrugs it all off, though, and continues to rut with this man, seeking that odd rush of the not-orgasm, orgasm.
And despite the roughness that leads up to it, the reward is just as good the second time.. maybe a little better, even. Crabs wasn't clear on how much 'food' the little monsters inside of her need before they can make whatever wonder-goo Otto is intent on harvesting.
Penance cries out and arches just as if she had a normal climax, and shivers. She basks in this for a good few minutes before raising her arm and shouting, "Next!"
The next one is.. smaller.. than Jophur. He's called Runt, but isn't exactly uniform about it. His torso seems smaller than it should be, while his head and limbs are normal. He's also a lot less confident going in. "What do you like?" he actually asks, since he certainly can't match the last partner.
"I like if you do your best, that's all," Penance claims as she hooks her legs around the Eeee. "If you give you all, that is all that matters."
"So.. it's about devotion.." Runt says, and thumbs a hand on his small chest. "Can I.. move you a bit?" he then asks.
"Of course," Penance says.
So Runt helps Penance off of the table, and turns her around so he can bend her forward over it. At first, there's a thought that it might so that he doesn't have to look at her, but instead he starts to runs his hands over her bare back. "It's like you're all wing," he says, before sliding into her. This way her thighs won't get irritated at least.
Penance stretches forward and drapes her wings over the table. Part of her really likes this position, so again she wonders what kind of person she once was! And what she laid with, for that matter. She makes all sorts of pleased sounds and pushes her rump back against Runt.
While he does keep up a pleasant rhythm (which all the extra bounce and squish the position provides), Runt also leans over Penance and licks her skin. The back of her neck, and even her head! Maybe he really likes bare skin?
This actually makes Penance giggle; because it feels really weird. But, not in a bad way; she's gotten used to being completely denuded, after all. She makes all sorts of pleased sounds as she pushes back, and the ache of her swollen, and squished, chest is bearable.
"You're a little salty," Runt says as he pauses in tasting her to respond to her push-back, holding onto her hips to put in a bit more effort. He's probably tasting the residue from the head-snails though. As he gets more focused on moving his hips, he actually flaps his wings a bit (which helps cover the sound of wheezing from his slightly undersized lungs).
"You are doing very well," Penance coos as she rocks her hips in time to his pushing. Inside, she's clenching and working him over too, so that he enjoys it as much as she is.
He's starting to make interesting noises, not quite moans but little squeaks, like a Skreek. There's no sudden surge of activity when he climaxes, but he just works through it without really lagging. It still earns Penance her little creeper-fix though.. and again when Runt peaks a second time a few minutes later (or really just finishes the first one) when he does start pounding like his life depended on it.
Penance enjoys it all too much, especially the odd little orgasm/drug rush from her womb-companions. It hasn't dawned on her yet what happens when they, well, grow. Will she get fat with a squirmy gut? Time will tell, and right now all she cares about is that lovely rush from his peak, which makes her chitter and cry out in bliss along with Runt's squeaks.
Runt is left gasping for breath, and may be blacking out a bit. He's held up by Jophur though, who probably knows what to expect. Number four doesn't waste any time though, and starts at nearly the same pace that Runt stopped at. "Thweeet," he lisps a bit wetly. It must be Gummy, who lost all of his teeth at some point.
"Mmm, hello there. I bet you're popular with men and women," Penance actually teases a little, and pushes back against him. "Give unto Mother Gorphat her due," she intones.
"Nod weally," Gummy admits, and shifts a bit.. and is soon working Gorphat's Mouth for a bit.
This makes Penance squeak! She didn't expect that! Also, it won't feed those things in her, so she's not sure what she thinks about this!
Gummy keeps it up for a bit, before switching back again. It may be that whenever he 'misses' it's a toss-up on which way he'll go when he re-enters.
Penance ... will cope! She grips the altar with her wings and arms and push-rolls back against him, clenching down right when he's in the right place to try and get him to release there instead of the alternate path! She is ... also a bit confused, Gorphat is making this pleasant!
There's always a catch with Gorphat.. but that's hardly something to worry about now. Penance's efforts do keep Gummy on the proper course though. Which is good, because he doesn't last as long as the others. He does however produce a much thicker mix, which the creepers react too by stimulating Penance longer, if less intensely.
"Oooooh yeeaaaaaah," Penance moans and stretches out more on the altar. "Very, very good. I believe Mother Gorphat is pleased with you."
"I'm a sloppy kwisser too," Gummy promises, but pulls out before proving it. Penance is starting to feel a little 'full'.. but just a little. Things gurgle though. The final 'donor' Eeee sits on the table next to Penance, and asks, "Would you like to sit in my lap?" This one.. actually sort of handsome. He doesn't have the Streets Below look that the others do. But he does have lots of green dye applied to his fur in streaks and other patterns.
"Sure," Penance agrees as she gets up and slides into his lap, facing him. She locks her legs around him, then with a few shifts, she gets him nicely sliding inside. "Where are you from?" she asks him. "You ... are not like the others."
"Greytown, originally," the man says, wrapping his arms around her. "Gorphat saved my sister. I'm Bosk. Do you mind being called Penny?"
Penance has to consider that for a bit. "It is fine. How did Mother Gorphat save your sister?" she asks.
"I brought her to the hospice when the Yodhrinala could not help her," Brosk says, rocking Penny a bit. "She kept erupting in bleeding sores. But she recovered here.. Gorphat must have judged her worthy, so I decided to serve Her out of gratitude."
"Ah, I am glad Mother Gorphat was able to help your sister. You are most welcome to be here and serve Her too," Penance says and rests her chin on his shoulder. Her hips roll steady and firmly, and her gut feels a little squirmy, but that's okay. Even the full sensation is ... tolerable. "And I imagine she is pleased that you will make love to Her without hesitation through her daughters."
"Her healing gifts flow from such acts," Brosk claims. "So I am helping others in this." He holds onto Penance's waist and helps to move her a bit.
Penance even dares to lean back, then in and kiss him. He's good looking and that's stirring her a bit too. She also clenches down on him rhythmically, so that he enjoys it too.
"How did you come to serve Gorphat?" Brosk asks after kissing back, and starts to buck up into Penny a bit. "Are you one of Her creations?"
"I ... do not remember. I woke up here," Penance says after a moment of looking a bit frustrated. "I think I did something horrible once, and now I am atoning for it."
"Are you certain you were not created then?" Brosk asks as he strokes upwards. "Perhaps you are Gorphat's angel?"
"I am pretty certain. I have moments when I almost remember things; like a bad dream," Penance says. "I am not nearly as divine as the High Priestess is."
"You have sacrificed more than the rest of us in serving Her then," Brosk claims. "You gave up your previous life to be reborn." He actually nuzzles her neck, and gives it a little lick.
"It may mean I was equally horrible before, though, and that worries me. What if that person comes back?" Penance asks, sighs, and then focuses on riding the man firmly, and clenching appropriately. The lick does make her shiver a little, at least.
"Gorphat teaches humility," Brosk points out. "So perhaps you need to be humbled. But it's through humility that we become strong, isn't it?" He leans Penance back a bit, so that he can move his hips a bit more.
"Time will tell, and I will serve," Penance says as she leans back a little so she can hip roll more firmly. It also gives her a chance to look down to her belly, just to see if there are any problems.
It doesn't look distended and there's no sign of motion on the surface, but she can still feel her womb squirming. She feels thick inside though, where the 'goo' has been building up. Brosk may be the one to top her off.
Can't be that bad if she's not showing, or showing any movement. So, Penance bears down and focuses on trying to push Brosk over the top to bring this to an end ... and get Otto off her back, figuratively speaking.
The conversation suffers for it, of course, as passion (of a sort) takes over. Eventually Brosk stands upright while holding Penance, and then returns her to the table to finish her off. He lets out a moan, and this time Penance does feel like she's overflowing, even as the creepers give her their blessing on the meal.
THis makes Penance groan. "Now I feel bloated, ugh. It's worse than pill bug night in the compound," the poor Eeee thinks as she squirms. IT's uncomfortable, even with the hormone-gift from her little parasite-companions.
Brosk pulls out, and there's some relief of the pressure.. for just a moment. Then it feels like things seal off, and the squirming and pressure increase!
This makes Penance squeal! She feels between her legs, and in, to see what the heck just closed and how?
It seems to be her cervix that's plugged up, as if she were pregnant. The churning and pressure keep building though, and now she can see her belly begin to bulge. It isn't uniform.. there are parts that move in and out, or bulges that move. It may have to do with where the creepers are attached and.. doing things. She's definitely feeling queasy as well.
"Oh Gods, okay, this is ... unpleasant," PEnance moans and grabs her gut. If she weren't already green, she sure would be more. "What are they doing on there?" she asks the room. She also realizes if they are growing than even if they stop, she may end up, well, always showing something.
This is when Otto pushes through the Eeee, bucket at the ready. But he sets it down, and starts.. kneading Penance's sore breasts. There's pressure there too, but it's easy to overlook given the gut issue..
"Ow, ow, ow," Penance complains. She shuffles and moves until she's on her hands and knees on the altar and Otto's working her like a milk-sow. IT at least takes the pressure off her bladder; now her gut is hanging and undulating.
Finally something other than pus flows from her teats, but there isn't much.. certainly not enough for a bucket. But Otto doesn't linger there for long, and moves the bucket back between her legs. And... waits.
And poor Penance just moans. It's like having the worst case of gas, ever, in her womb instead of bowels. It's not like being pregnant at all in feeling, even if she's got a cervical plug in place due to them. "Is this really what it is supposed to be like?" she wonders.
Otto pats her butt, and says, "It probably won't be this bad every time." He's trying to be reassuring, it seems. "Let me know when it feels like something's going to give."
The pressure keeps changing, vacillating as things distend instead of building up to a bursting point, only to start building up again.
Penance moans and lowers her forehead to the altar. "I don't know. It all keeps changing in there. Builds for a bit, then relaxes, then builds, then ... ugh!" IT isn't helping that she looks far more pregnant than any Eeee ever should, and she's showing stretch marks.
Bare skin certainly doesn't help, even black skin. As things stretch, veins become more pronounced (and also look swollen, adding more texture to the disturbing geography of her stomach). Something does give.. a leak in the dam, but just a trickle that she can feel drip out, then trickle. Otto is there with his bucket of course. "Maybe you should push," he suggests.
"Maybe you should go stick your head up the business end of a RhugRhat!" Penance snaps! Labor pain is not pleasant, and this is close. She grits her teeth, then tries to actually push.
It seems like something is going to pop in her neck, and then.. the cork blows. There's a gush, and a scent that.. really isn't the sort one wants to associate with anything coming out of that orifice. It burns where some of it gets onto her broken thigh blisters, but Otto is working to make sure nothing goes to waste.
"Aaaaugh!" Penance bellows! Then there's this pause, and she says, "What in Dagh's name is that smell? Is that me?!" She moans and beats her head on the altar for a bit muttering insults to herself and calling herself stupid.
"Almost done," Otto says. That first burst wasn't all of it, apparently. There's more.. it just doesn't gush. "Lots of blood. You need to eat some good stuff after. Gotta go again tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? This isn't a one-time thing?"" Penance asks in horror. She also looks down at her gut now that things popped so see how she, er, looks.
She still looks chubby. There's some looseness to the skin, so probably for the best that she hasn't completely deflated. "Will need to see how often you gotta be fed," the Skreek asks. "'Least you know how many Eeee it takes. I got an eye for guessing these things.."
"Hurray for me, then," Penance moans, "And now I need to exercise to get my tone back." Okay, so there is still a little narcissism in her. She sits up slowly and pokes at her gut, trying to see how many, and how big, her inner 'companions' are.
Amazingly.. they don't really feel all that different. But it's the lining that feels.. well, pre-menstrual. And who knows what it really is, to produce the foulness that fills the bucket. "This should be good for a bit," Otto says, and pats Penance on the knee. "Good work. Gorphat will be proud."
"Whoo, something good came from this," Penance says weakly and waves a hand. She then flops onto her back; exhausted. "I need a nap."
"Yes, rest up, don't want anything to fall out," Otto says, and covers his bucket before waddling out.
"One day, I am going to swat him," Penance mutters to the empty-ish room and lets her eyes close. Maybe this was all just a nightmare and she'll be fine when she wakes.