Alptraum did not expect to show up here, especially as someone other than Willlow. But he's still feeling a bit giddy from his visit with Mordecai, even if there's a residual phantom ache his the fingertips of his left hand. But then he notices the figure that is shackled to the cot: a familiar dark-furred Eeee covered in silvery symbols. She's a bit pudgy for an Eeee, but being a Goddess compensates for any merely physical trail (except perhaps in the case of Inala).
"This is not what I was expecting," Zakaro notes.
Alptraum looks at Zakaro, blinking a lot. "That makes two of us," he remarks from his vantage-point. "Hey, did you know you're pudgy?"
"Zaftig!" the Goddess shouts. "Zaftig Zakaro! It's like being voluptuous! A Goddess is not pudgy."
Alptraum grins a little toothily. "Not pleasantly plump? Peculiarly portly?" he teases as he kneels down besides the cot, then playfully pokes Zakaro's belly.
His fingertip doesn't sink in too much. What's plump on an Eeee is.. nearly average for other species. It's more a matter of proportion. "Stop that!" Zakaro complains. "This is supposed to be a lesson you know."
Alptraum leans over and licks one of Zakaro's nipples, the grips in his teeth and pulls back to playfully tug it, then lets go. His chin comes down, resting right on that breast. "A lesson? This isn't because I'm irresistible and you missed me?" he asks.
"Hah, I am the least sentimental.. I am the second least sentimental.. I'm one of the less sentimental Sisters you know," Zakaro claims, but her nipple perks enough to poke Alptraum's chin. "I'm all about power.. and the cultivation of power. Now is the right time to cultivate your power. Your territory." She says the last word a bit like 'terror-tory' though.
Alptraum climbs on top of Zakaro and looks down at her. "So, I shouldn't make love to you then?" he asks. "Pity. Okay, so what is this about my territory?"
"Wait.. you want to..?" Zakaro asks, then narrows her eyes. "It's not just because I'm restrained is it? Oh.. yes.. this room.. and the crystal cavern.. are your territories. Places that have left a strong impression on you. You've probably got a few others, it's just that up until now you've only been subconsciously aware of them.."
Alptraum's answer is a roll of his body forward ... and part of him is soon quite inside Zakaro, as he settles between her legs and then lays down so he's nose to nose with her. "I just feel we should be closer, and this is a good way to foster a bond ... while bound," he notes, grinning. "What do you mean by a territory? Like a ghost haunt? But I'm not dead."
"Mmff," Zakaro responds to the bonding. "Hmm? Oh, it's.. not like a physical thing, exactly. You've been in a Dream world recently, haven't you?"
Alptraum's body rolls slowly and steadily as he takes the chained up Goddess. "Yes, I have ... but you knew that because you encouraged that weirdo in Rephidim to summon me," he notes.
"Ahhh.. ah, summoning works both ways," Zakaro claims. "That is, it isn't the summoner that does the actual work, after all. It's the summoned that handles the manifestation and such." She rolls her own hips as best she's able.
Alptraum leans down and bites Zakaro's neck softly, and keeps up the slow rolling. "The fact that I can be summoned is a bit creepy," he admits in whisper in her ear soon after. "Is it weird for You and your Sisters?"
"Hmff, we aren't so easily summoned you know," Zakaro claims, and gasps at the bite. "We.. it's different for us. We don't have a physical presence when nobody is looking. It's very different for you, since it isn't you that's being summoned, precisely."
Alptraum grins and boops his nose on hers. "I summon you all some times," he points out, then bucks her hard. "So, what is being summoned, then? What am I doing if it is just subconsciously?"
"Oof!" Zakara yelps, in part because she bangs the top of her ears against the wall. Pudgy or not, she lacks the mass to resist the buck! "Oh.. well.. what is your shadow made of?" she finally asks instead of answering.
"I have no idea," Alptraum admits, then proceeds to grind to see if he can make her moan, or enjoy this at all.
Zakaro 'ohs' at the grind, but Alptraum feels a painful electrical zap after his answer. "Now, that's not really true," she claims. "Break it down. What are its properties?"
Alptraum ows! "It's black, gooey, makes people explode with pleasure when used on them. Can eat stuff, and well, ate my right hand," he answers. And in revenge for that zap, he pulls out, shifts a bit, then enters Zakaro a bit lower!
"Hey, no worshipping Gorphat now," Zakaro complains. "And really, what are the first things you learned how to do with it? The shadow, I mean."
Alptraum continues right where he is for that shock! "How not to kill myself, and how to eat other living things with it," he explains.
"You healed a sick child," Zakaro reminds him, and tries to clench down on him. "By manipulating Life Magic."
"That wasn't the first. Close, but ... eh, not going to argue it. Right, yes, I did. The shadow is attuned to it. What it came from would often do very strange things to living tissue for fun with it," Alptraum admits.
"And the shadow part of it?" Zakaro prompts. "Aside from reshape people, it can reshape itself, correct?"
"Yes, it can. It's ... like mental pudding," Alptraum tries to explain as he rolls a bit longer, then shifts back to the other entrance for a bit.
Zakaro seems to prefer this version of things, at least for the moment. "So, would you say it is a living extension of yourself?" she asks.
"There .... I'm not sure. I don't know if it is me, or just something attached to me that thus far is just behaving itself," Alptraum admits.
"So it might have a will of its own?" Zakaro asks. "Has it acted on its own before?"
"Well, really early on, yes," Alptraum admits, "But not in a long time."
Rocking her hips from side to side, Zakaro then asks, "Now, what are the abilities of the Barsunala?"
"Scaring the dagh out of people," Alptraum deadpans, hisses soon after, and resumes hip-thrust and rolls. "But mostly for moving spirits/souls from one place to another."
"And what else?" Zakaro prompts, and tries to jiggle her breasts a bit at Alptraum.
"And destroying the undead," Alptraum answers, then dips his head down and nurses on Zakaro.
"That could be considered part of the first thing," the Goddess notes. She tastes rather sweet - but she does indulge in sweet and savory feasts, so that might be related. "What else can you do because of the Barsunala?"
Alptraum's lips curl back and he says, "Make love to my Aunts safely," around the nipple in his muzzle, then pulls off with a pop. "Also go to the Sea, and I think enter dreams."
"Ah, so you do remember the tattoos you just received," Zakaro says, and makes a 'snurk' sound when her nipple pops. "Life, Shadow, Spirit and Dream."
"Of course, but this way I get to drag out spending time with you, and in you," Alptraum points out, and thrusts his hips again pointedly.
"Ouch!" Once more, Zakaro's ears impact the wall. "You'll be spending plenty of time with me soon enough, I hope! But.. Shadow, Spirit and Dream are all projective abilities. While Shadow and Life combine to create manifestation. So.. a territory is a place you can manifest yourself in, or a copy of a place you can manifest somebody else into. You've been to Magog's territories, so I think you can appreciate the sort of application this ability can be put to."
Alptraum blinks. "I will? Why do you think I will spend a lot of time with you soon?" he has to ask as he does slow roll-grinds into the Goddess. "So, you're saying I can be in two places at once? And Magog's place is real? I'm not sure which revelation scares me more! And so ... anyone with skill in those three magics could do what I do?"
"No, nobody else can do it," Zakaro says. "Other than gods, of course. Magog's hell isn't real in a physical sense, but that's the point of a territory - it doesn't have to be real to have real effects. Like tattoos, for example. When you enter a dream, you're creating more of a shared territory, only one based on the dreamer's thoughts instead of your own. But there's no reason you couldn't create a territory.. like this room.. and pull in a spirit-life-shadow manifestation of somebody else that you cause actual physical changes to. All while neither of you is 'dreaming' or asleep. You just haven't tried yet."
"Wait, so I would see both my real place, and this fictional place, at the same time if I were awake? How would I even manage that without going insane?" Alptraum has to ask, and pauses in movement. "And you're saying I could change someone at distance this way?"
"Well, distance might be a challenge," Zakaro admits. "Dream is not bound by distance.. or in some cases time. And Shadow can also reach out. But pulling someone into your territory from afar will take practice. It isn't as easy as projecting yourself. But if you're face to face, it would be easier. The subject might not even notice that their mind is now inside a different sort of dream-space."
"This ... seems quite powerful," Alptraum has to admit. "I could do just about anything to someone if I pulled them into a dreamscape."
"For so long as you could maintain it, yes," Zakaro teases. Power is her motif, after all. "Strength comes through exercise.. but now is the time to start. The opportunity is coming."
"Is it? The crazy Doctor?" Alptraum asks, then peers at Zakaro. "Did you help this Eee back when he was a Royal mage? What was his name? How many were there?"
"The thing about the Royal Mages is that they were Mages," Zakaro says with a bit of distaste. "Not proper sorcerers. When they finally sought out greater knowledge and power, it was after they were scattered.. and not from me, the heathens."
"From who, then?" Alptraum inquires next. "Do you know?"
"Who do you think?" Zakaro asks. "Who wishes to control Babel, even if she has to destroy it first?"
"Why does Amenlichli even want Babel?" Alptraum laments. "Or the General ... but the General isn't an expert on magic."
"Because of Nala, of course," Zakaro claims.
"Why Nala? What connection does she have to Babel?" Alptraum asks.
"Well.. I'm not Barada," Zakaro points out. "I just know that Nala's influence.. influenced things. So Amena had to corrupt them."
"Might be because of me and her connection to me too, but ... it goes back further than I do," Alptraum admits and shrugs a little ... then goes into sort of a rapid grind on her! "And what do you want from me for you helping me learn this skill?"
"Oooo, I was wondering when you'd start up again!" Zakaro cackles. "Oh, you're going to be my Yodhzakaro, remember? We can do great things together! Probably!"
"Oh, yes, I do have that form!" Alptraum remembers, "But what about your current Yodh? I know you have at least one still." He then grits his teeth and grinds and moves fast now!
"Oh, I have a few, but they need to be drawn back into the fold," Zakaro says, although she's grunting a bit as she does so, and rattling her restraints.
Alptraum's head dips down, and before he bites hard this time, he says, "Hopefully not the ones I had to case in the plaza." Then it's all chomp, and swirly-hip grinding!
"Oooo! I am going to have SUCH fun with you!" Zakaro yelps at the bite and grind!
Alptraum has to wonder how she is going to have fun with a female, since the Yodh have to be female. But he's too buzy chewing playfully and suckling on her neck to actually ask that. His hips continue their work, and rotate clockwise, then counter-clockwise as they grind.
"Ahahaha!" Zakaro squeals. "I must have these things in the temple!" She's certainly getting worked up!
Alptraum has to break the bite and ask, "What things?!" Then he grins and comments, "And you need a nose ring!" Head dips right back down and goes right back to biting!
"Yes! To keep my collection of noses organized!" Zakaro cackles. "The thingies! The wall thingies! They aren't proper shackles.."
"Okay, yes, she's still nuts," Alptraum thinks, and focuses just on how much he can make her cackle.
That part is easy, as she's cackling non-stop now, and wiggling, squirming and.. squelching, possibly. Her pudge is wobbly.
Alptraum keeps it up, and distracts himself so he doesn't start giggling at what feels like making love to a pot of gelatin! He's nibbling on her neck, ears, then breasts, nipples, while his hips move like a corkscrew, over, and over.
"And I didn't have to trick you into this, make it a price for power!" the traditionally more-popular-than-Gorphat Kindly One keeps cackling. And wiggling like.. something with fewer bones than an Eeee. But the goddesses ARE a bit more malleable in that regard. Unless Zakaro really IS turning into some sort of blob.
Alptraum errs, "What is happening to you?" Mind you, he doesn't stop even if she is turning into a blob. Stupid hormones.
"Just.. loosening up!" the goddess claims. "To be more wigglesome!"
Alptraum somehow doesn't believe it ... but what the heck. He closes his eyes and really goes at it, trying to get to his peak, and hers!
Things don't get as squishy as with Gorphat.. Zakaro's flesh is definitely not about to burst or anything. But there's a lot more.. heat. It isn't bad, but it builds until there's a flash he can see through his closed eyelids and Zakaro stops cackling finally.
Alptraum stops too. Slowly he opens his eyes to see what exactly happened...
Zakaro has a big smile, and there is smoke rising up from her various rune symbols. And from her nipples! She also looks a bit leaner as well. "Whew!" she says.
"Wha ... what happened?" Alptraum has to ask. "Did you burst into fire?"
"What? No, don't be silly," Zakaro says. "I burst into magic."
"Okay," Alptraum says and nods. Best not to argue or question that, really. "Soo ... what else do you intend to teach me?"
"Right now?" Zakaro grins. "That depends on if you're.. finished.." she teases.
Alptraum's left ear twitches. His eyes narrow, anf then he really gets into it! That distraction cost him some buildup time, but he knows the positions to get him right back to where he needs to be! And a little bit after that, well, things tend to explode for him too, and, er, into her!
Zakaro cackles again! And.. seems pudgier once more, while Alptraum feels more drained than usual. "So, unshackle me now!"
Alptraum ers. Feeling this is probably not a good idea, yet he unshackles her anyway, then watches her quite warily!
The goddess hops up to her feet, and rubs her palms together. "So.. who do you want to torture?" she asks.
"What do you exactly mean by ... torture?" Alptraum asks as he gets up slowly, then stretches a bit.
"Oh.. well.. we need to test this on someone, you know," Zakaro says. "But.. to keep it simple.. you'll only summon up.. say.. their spirit! So they won't remember things, not clearly.."
"And probably not someone like Gorphat, right?" Alptraum asks and rubs his chin in thought.
"Well, I will need her to remember, actually. Tulani. I need to check in with her anyway and let her know what's going on," Alptraum admits, "And she's the clest."
"Oh.. the winged cat with the big.." Zakaro says, and cups at her breasts. Well, by Eeee standards they'd be big, certainly.
"Well, it was either her, or Mordecai the weirdo, or his faithful cat, Hortense," Alptraum notes and nods. "She's more dragon than cat these days, though."
"Oh, there's hardly any different between the two when you get down to it," Zakaro claims. "It's the sleeping arrangements where they really differ.."
"And one lays eggs," Alptraum adds, "And doesn't have boobs."
Rubbing her hands together again, Zakaro says, "Now just do what you would if you were trying to enter her dream, but in the opposite direction! And dragons surround themselves with boobs!"
"No they don't. They collect gold," Alptraum remarks and sits on his bed. He has no idea how to enter a dream in reverse, so he imagines it more as going into her dreams for just a moment, grabbing her, and yanking her through a door! Or into a book, or any other thing in nightmares that have hands that come out and grab the person really. So for Tulani ... a mirror! She's vain, so probably near a mirror ... so he visualizes reaching through a mirror and yanking her through!
A half-dragon falls onto Alptraum. Silver boobs but no gold, and Tulani doesn't seem to be reacting yet.
Alptraum oofs! "Good Gods, Tulani,m have you put on weight?!" he complains, now under the creature!
"Well, if that's her spirit you're right about her being a bit dragony," Zakaro says. The half dragon is looking around, but not really at anything in the room. It takes a few blinks before she seems to notice things. "Where am I?" she asks.
"In the room of your doom!" Alptraum declares, and adds on a mwwhahahaha! for good measure. "Or actually, in a projection of the cell I'm currently staying in."
"Who's the fat girl?" Tulani tries to whisper to Alptraum. Of course whispers don't work around Eeee, and Zakaro narrows her eyes.
Alptraum chuckles. "The Goddess Zakaro. She prefers to be called Zaftig, not fat," Alptraum explains. "She's the second Goddess you've ever met, I think."
"Did you draw on her?" Tulani whispers again.
"No, that's how she looks," Alptraum answers and gestures for Zakaro to come closer.
"She can't see me though, right?" Tulani asks. "Because I'm half-Vartan, and Zakaro can't see Vartans."
"She can see, and hear you," Alptraum says, "You're more dragon than vartan these days."
Zakaro comes closer. At least she isn't smoking still, but might be fuming a bit.
Alptraum takes Tulani's hand, and then puts it on Zakaro's left breast.
"Her hands are cold," Zakaro complains.
"Agh!" Tulani barks, pulling her hand back. "Now she can see me!" she chides at Alptraum.
"She could see you before," Alptraum notes, "I brought you here to be her new sex slave." He even says that with a straight face.
"I don't have time for that!" Tulani claims. "There's an airship in the pass to the north."
"Ah, that must be the doctor on his way! Good. I'm tired of being a unicorn, I miss having toes and being able to hear," he claims. "But, the sex is good, at least. Anyway, how far out is the ship, timewise?"
"Well, if nothing happens to it, another day, two at most," Tulani says. "They're working their Rakhtors pretty hard to get through the mountain pass, so they'll be slower afterwards unless they have a fresh set. Or I could.. make it rain on them. I've been practicing."
"You've developed that big of a bladder? I'm impressed," Alptraum teases. "But hm, delay them if you can, the more time we have to prepare, the better, honestly."
"No, with my freezing breath, you ninny," Tulani says, and bops Alptraum with her.. boob. "I can make clouds rain. Or maybe snow. Or I could do something else.. but I can slow them down a bit."
"Peeing on them would be more insulting," Alptraum points out, grins, and pulls Zakaro into Tulani's lap, while Tulani is in his lap! "But any delay would help a little, just don't damage the ship. We need it to get people out."
"So... don't sink the airship, don't show myself... follow it to the hidden base?" Tulani asks. "And don't hurt the Rakhtors because you'll need them, because I'm not going to pull it. What's the plan?"
"Well, you could pull it. It would help you work off some of your butt," Alptraum teases more, grinning, and then licking her under the chin, while groping Zakaro in her lap. "We're basically going to strand the doctor here, and with anyone who is loyal to him while everyone else escapes on the ship. Well, except for Razor, we have to bring him regardless or Stitch won't help."
"Which ones are Razor and Stitch? Do I do anything if this Doctor comes out after you?" Tulani asks.
"Those are the two very unpleasant Vartans," Alptraum explains. "Willow has to, uh .. they ride her regularly, and painfully."
"I didn't think unicorns gave rides," Tulani admits.
"This is all very complicated," Zakaro points out. "Try doing something to her that will show up on her body afterwards."
"Like what? Give her a unicorn horn?" Alptraum has to ask.
"Or maybe a third boob," Alptraum muses.
"Well.. hmm, is this what she looks like now?" Zakaro asks, then turns to poke Tulani in the boob and asks, "Do you look like this?"
"She looks like this fairly often, yes," Alptraum notes.
"What? No, I don't look like this... at the moment," Tulani says. "I'm big and impressive!"
"So this is just her spirit," Zakaro claims.
"Yes, and she's turning more dragony. I'll have Kaira have a talk with her," Alptraum cides.
"What, because I'm not dragony enough?" Tulani asks.
"No, she warned you about becoming too dragony!" Alptraum reminds. "So, any opinions on what you want me to do to you? I could make you male..."
"Do you have to do anything to me?" Tulani asks. "I've got.. work.. to do! Probably cause a landslide or something.."
"Yes! It's for science! To learn what I can do remotely to someone," Alptraum declares! "Hmm, maybe just horns. Dragons usually have them after all."
"Well.. extra horns are alright," Tulani supposes. "If they're nice and pearlescent, maybe? With a little bit of a spiral?" She even makes little hand gestures near her existing horns.
"How about some that spiral and curve around your ears and along the sides of your face to frame it?" Alptraum asks.
"Yes, that would good for hanging shiny things from!" Tulani says, smiling toothily.
"Of course," Alptraum says and rolls his eyes. Still, it's a good as anything else to try. So ... he places his hands on Tulani's temples and concentrates. The focus is on the scales there, and trying to use the shadow to draw them out, elongate them, thicken them slowly, then twist them into a spiral. Of course, what he doesn't mention is he's also trying to make them crystal clear so that they glitter in the light. If he can manage to draw them out, well, then he'll slowly curve them back slowly, then down and around under her ears to frame them...
Tulani makes happy dragon noises - they are not exactly a purr, but.. close. The horns comes out as intended.. but of course Tulani can't see them.
"You should but goldfish in them," Zakaro suggests.
It's also slow-going and takes a lot of concentration. "It's good you can't see them," Alptraum notes, because they would distract you all the time. They are, er, quite sparkly and shiny."
"Oooo, I can be even more dazzling to Vartans then!" Tulani says. "If any every saw me! They'd worship me, as.. The Shiny One! Her Shininess! I'd gather an army..."
"I'm beginning to like her," Zakaro comments.
Alptraum rubs his face. "I've created a monster," he laments. "Why do things always backfire on me?"
"What's wrong with creating monsters?" Zakaro asks.
"Hey, I'm.. not that bad.." Tulani protests. "I'm not raiding villages and hording treasure and eating virgins yet."
"They get uppity," Alptraum explains.
"Notice the 'yet'," Alptraum notes.
"I can stop anytime I want," Tulani claims next. "It's just that raw Rughrat tastes better as a dragon. And are easier to hunt."
"Sure you can. Just like how Yodhgorphat Scourge can stop worshiping Gorphat."
Alptraum says.
"Sure," Tulani agrees.
"Right, so, I suppose I should send you back now so you can deal with the ship," Alptraum says with a sigh. "Leaving me with ... Zakaro, and more days as a broodmare."
"Aeonians are good at brooding though," Tulani says. "I've never heard of a cheerful one.."
"Not that kind of brooding," Alptraum points out. "The kind that leaves you stretched and leaky."
"Oh, that kind.." Tulani says, and reaches up to feel her new horns.
"Or they'll make me use my muzzle. Suckling on a Vartan is not my idea of a good time. Well, I take that back, sometimes it is," Alptraum concedes.
"I'm a Vartan," Tulani teases.
"You're one of the fun ones," Alptraum points out.
"Yes, I am fun! And I think I'll go with an avalanche. That should scare the Rakhtors and slow things down.." Tulani replies.
"All right. "Well, back through the looking glass for you then. I'll see you again in a few days. If I'm waddling, well, now you know why," Alptraum says and puts his hand on Tulani's forehead. He pushes a little physically, but it's more mental visualization of sending her back through her 'mirror' to herself...
"Well, she was weird," Zakaro says once Tulani is gone. "You have weird friends. I like that about you."
"I do, indeed," Alptraum unfortunately has to agree. "Either weirdos or perverts, really."
"Well, better than boring friends right?" Zakaro says with a grin, and elbows Alptraum. "Or spiders."
Alptraum makes a face. "Ugh, don't remind me of spiders," he complains and rubs his face.
"Eeps are much better," Zakaro insists. "Because when they get boring you can make them explode!" She puffs out her cheeks and smacks them to make a popping sound. "So, when do want to try again?"
"Hmm, tomorrow night, perhaps, if the doctor is delayed," Alptraum suggests. "What do you want to try next time?"
"Maybe a different location," Zakaro says. "And someone less weird."
"I don't know if I know anyone less weird," Alptraum admits and sighs. "I'll think on it."
Zakaro pats Alptraum on the shoulder and says, "Someone less horn-obsessed, if possible.."
"Well, Hortense is less horn obsessed," Alptraum notes. "She's more pain focused ... anyway, I'll think on it. I[ll see you a bit, then, and I guess more often as, er, your Daughter." More time as a naked female Eeee! Only this time, one that is 'plump'. Oh joy...