The air is clouded with some sort of incense, which both dims the light from the crystal above and causes the shifting colors to cast visible beams. This makes for a somewhat underwater effect, and the incense itself is a bit cloying. Snowcora finds herself on a pile of pillows in the center, as usual. But Hortense and her harem are vaguely visible beyond the dais, the Khatta's white fur making her the most visible.
The other pale figure that stands out through the haze is the pale form of Mordecai, although even these glimpses are partially blocked by the others present: seven Eeee men. They each wear a half-mask and nothing else, but each mask is marked with a symbol of one of the Seven Sisters, and their colors even seem to match up (which in the case of Gorphat likely required a full-body dye job for the occasion). There are others out near the edges of the chamber, noticeable only through aura impressions. They seem to be calmly waiting, however. The incense that fills the space may have something to do with that as well.
Cold. It's always cold when you're human, and naked. Plus being in a damp cave doesn't help. Granted when she realizes exactly what damp cave, and that there are others here she gets up quickly and looks around. She runs her hands up through her long hair and sighs out. "So, ah ... just what is this?" she asks those that surround the dais. "I know Mordecai, and Hortense ... and Jacoba. But ... I don't know the other Eee...."
"For this moment, assume they are who they represent," Mordecai says. Then Hortense begins gesturing, and music begins to play. It's clear that the musicians are the harem does, with Jacoba on a drum setting the beat. The others play a hodgepodge of stringed and woodwind instruments, but manage to produce actual music. At the moment it is rather soft and dreamlike, with the harp having the strongest voice and others providing more of a breezy background.
"All right, I can assume that, even if the green one isn't falling apart," Snowcora jokes. "But ... what am I here for?"
This is partially answered when the first of the Eeee step forward towards the center of the dais. His mask Inala's Flower on it, and the eyes that peer out are sky-blue. He's otherwise completely white, with a build that is 'pretty' without being particularly masculine: a good barinala build. To further the accuracy of it, he's really well hung to boot. He bows to Snowcora, and then offers his hand, palm upwards in invitation.
Probably looking a little confused, Snowcora lifts her hand and places it into his. "Hello," she replies slightly to him and curtsies; though she has no dress on. "How do you wish for me to serve, Inala?" she asks.
"Dance with me," the erstwhile barinala replies, and gently pulls Snowcora in close. Close enough for their bellies to touch, meaning his fur is already stroking her 'new' hooded orb. The music seems to change subtly, but Snowcora recognizes it from the Paradise Club: a Babelite waltz.
Any touch on that orb makes her twitch a little, and flush ... but at least she doesn't squeak. "Huh, I know this dance ... where did they learn it up here?" she wonders as she pulls close and wraps one arm around ... and grabs his butt as is tradition. Or at least the tradition of the Paradise club anyway.
He holds her low against her back, but doesn't let his hands go further south just yet. The dance is slow and not tricky to start with, but it does involve a lot of full-body contact. So it's just the orb, but every other sensitive spot below Snowcora's neck. And then on her back, as the barinala begins to lightly stroke upwards with one hand along her spine, and wraps his wings around her.
And without fur ... ugh! She's getting covered in bumpy skin again, and it feels like the hair on her neck is standing up. But, she manages to keep a straight face and continue with the slow dance. She even starts imagining people naked, like the ancient Granlies of her old tribe, to try and keep herself form being too turned on. How some people can sag so much is anyone's guess, but she sure won't forget accidentally spotting them in a lake one.
It may not help that everyone she can see right now is naked. And while her partner doesn't seem aroused yet, he does start grinding against her more, and his other hand does dip to caress her butt. The music is starting to shift towards the more active part of the dance as well, which means the spinning is coming up soon.
"Just what is your goal?" Scowcora whispers to the Eeee now that he's so close. At least he's warm, that helps. But the rubbing doesn't because it's making her very, ah, wet in certain places. She's not dripping yet, at least.
He leans in more as if to whisper.. but just blows warmly into her ear. This is very unusual for an Eeee, since blowing in another's ear would be rather obnoxious. But for a human ear, it's warm and tingly. Then he kisses the side of her jaw, just below the ear.
"Fflflbrt," Snowcora mutters as her eyes flog over for a moment. "Huh, what was that?" she says once she comes out from being distracted by that!
The man's grip shifts, and Snowcora has one of her arms raised up over her head as she's spun around before being embraced again. This time the kiss falls upon her lips. Human lips are way more sensitive than Eeee ones.
So of course her eyes go wide at that! She's at a complete loss as to what is going on! Since they apparently won't tell her, either, she just shuts up and goes with the dance for now. Makes it a little easier to focus at least.
After the spin, it's more gentle grinding, and a little bit of exploring Snowcora's backside before the next spin, which turns into a dip at the end. And it's a deep deep, so it's a good thing the Eeee has a firm grip on her hand and the small of her back. There's also another kiss, but this one is between her breasts when her shoulders are at their lowest before she's pulled back up. Things feel a bit different when they're front to front again: he's definitely starting to match Snow's arousal.
Poor girl, she's spun around and pulled around, then dipped waaay back. At least she's managing to to squeal; though the various touches and stroking is sure making her want to. The kiss between her breasts makes her blow out a slow breath ... and then when she comes up, the real surprise. "Well, someone is happy to see me," she comments.
"Are you happy?" the man asks. His voice is a lot softer than squeakier for an Eeee. It might count as being sultry, relatively speaking. It's always odd how different Eeee sound through human ears. "If you are, put your hands on my shoulders."
That's actually a hard question for her to answer. She honestly doesn't know if she is, or isn't, happy. She's mostly just confused. But, since there is something intended tonight she goes with it and puts her hands on his shoulders.
Now come the butt-squeezes, followed by the lift. His hands slide along under her thighs so that eventually her legs are around him, and he's inside of her. But the dance is back to the slower pace now, so it's isn't too much of a strain.
So much for not squeaking. It's hard not to squeak when you're impaled like that and she's having to hold on with her legs! "Well, uh, hello there!" she hisses out and she has to allow 'dance' like this. Granted, it feels really good, so there's no complaints at all!
There's still spinning eventually, but it's the Eeee who spins this time. He's not rushing things, with the only movements being those from the dance, and the occasional bounce. But the next dip is coming up!
Snowcora hopes he holds on, otherwise there will be some embarrassing slide-offs and possible injuries! She makes ure her legs have a good grip!
And when the dip comes, he leans forward.. way too far! Snowcora feels herself falling backwards, but before panic can really set in there's sudden support. The softness of the palms that provide it hint strongly at two of the harem does. So she ends being gently lowered onto the pillows again, with the Eeee coming with her.
Yeeeeeee --- oh?" is how Snowcora goes as she falls backwards, then is caught, and goes back on the pillows. "Sneaky!" she chides the Eeee.
Now that he's not having to support her, the man can actually move his hips a bit more freely. Which he does in creative ways, combined with caresses and kisses. He may not be a true barinala, but he's at least received some coaching from Jacoba. He's really focused on keeping Snowcora stimulated to just a hairs-breadth of peaking.
That last part is really annoying, though, as Snowcora is trying to peak. Having that tension built is maddening when you aren't allowed to release it and roll over the cliff, so to speak! This makes her whine a lot, and try all sorts of gyrations of her own to sneak it out!
He keeps adjusting to her attempts.. making it seem like he's never going to let it happen! Then, all at once, he starts rapidly plunging as the does also start to work Snowcora over with their palms and tongues, focusing a lot of that effort onto her hooded belly-orb. It makes for something fairly explosive and sudden.
Alptraum .... aaauuuuughs! She arches hard and shudder-clenches like mad as her world goes bright white, full of stars and pleasure and such intensity it's almost preferable to die than endure this for a long time! She has no idea what's happening outside of her own little world!
Snowcora does, that is.
Eventually things cool down.. literally, due to the sweat being produced. The first thing to intrude on her awareness however is the deep bass of the drum beat, and then the absence of her barinala. The sudden chill gives her a shiver, as the music becomes more of a funeral dirge now.
"Sunala now? Sunala doesn't do this," Snowcora things as she struggles to sit up and get her eyes to focus. Everything is so blurry.
Sure enough, the dark Eeee is standing over her now. Black with long white hair, he even has gray eyes (though not light enough to really vanish into the sclera).
Snowcora looks up. "Hello," she says. "I don't want to die today, if at all possible," she says. What else could he possibly want?
"Death has its pleasures as well," the Eeee says, in a disturbingly hollow tone. He then kneels down between Snowcora's legs before lying fully on top of her and sliding in. He's body feels chilly (but his aura suggests a bit of magical assistance).
"I don't say dumb things like that, do I?"" Snowcora has to wonder ... then she almost jumps! Egad, cold in that place is a but jarring and makes everything clench up tight.
Clenching makes things feel.. odd. Especially when the man starts to move. He's got his hands to either side of Snowcora's shoulders though, so the cold is mostly at that one point of contact once he lifts himself up. He also doesn't seem to blink.
This falls under one of the odder things Snowcora has done; it's almost like humping a zombie, only without the smell. She grits her teeth and gets herself to unclench, then she can move too.
It takes effort to.. warm things up! Luckily there's some friction still. But the barsunala never really changes his cadence, keeping to the drumbeat of the dirge. And still not blinking!
"Blink already," Snowcora complains after a bit! "That's creeping me out."
And so the man blinks! And grins. With the 'ice' broken, he starts to speed up now, and warm up as well.
Alptraum rolls her eyes a little at that, then closes them so that she can focus on doing this man. Or him doing her. Or them doing each other. It's one, or all of those. She even starts to pet his back some.
Argh, Snowcora.
While still holding himself up with one arm, the Eeee uses his right hand (which is still cold) to touch her belly-orb, and also her nipples. The chill makes it very teasing, but also a slight shock.
Apparently it's squeak the human night, because that makes her squeak! IT also makes her nipples hard and ache.
He finally dips down to use his tongue, which is warm, on Snowcora's nipples. But this is also a bit of a tease, since he follows up with a cold pinch before doing it all again.
Squeaking turns to squirming, and eventually writhing! That's mean, really really mean. Those bits react hard to temperature changes.
The pinching does stop, but only because the hand has moved to the side of Snowcora's neck, cooling that down. This while her nether regions are really heating up instead. It keeps throwing her off balance.
Each one seems to have a frustrating talent meant to drive her crazy, it seems. And she still doesn't even know what this is for, or why.
The hand eventually shifts, so that it's cooling her throat. But as things heat up at the hips, that cool pressure becomes more of a grip. And a squeeze.
Snowcora reacts by reaching up and trying to pull his hand off her throat! She wasn't kidding when she said she didn't want to die here!
"Don't struggle," the man urges. "Relax." He certainly seems stronger than Snowcora though, since she can't quite budge the arm. At least he's not putting his weight behind it. "Sunala rewards those who welcome her."
"I told you I don't want to die," Snowcora growls out and fights for a bit longer, then just sort of 'gives up'.
There's still the adrenal response though, especially when the hand closes more. She's starting to get dizzy from it, and see odd colors even as her vision dims. When it seems like she's going to actually lose consciousness though, something happens. It's like a very bright light going off inside of her skull. If the barinala made her explode this is like being consumed like a piece of paper lit on fire.
If Snowcora is aware of what's happening to her body right now, she isn't. She's sort of trapped in her mind in this odd place as that rapidly burning fire looks to snuff out what remains of her life.
And then she's sucking in cool breaths of air, which only slowly clear her head. Everything still seems to swim for awhile, but she does become aware that the hand is gone from her throat, along with any other weight of someone pinning her down.
Snowcora lays there, blinking, as her mind clears. "Did I wake up?" she wonders, "I hope i woke up." Then she's struggling to sit up to see where she is.
She's still there in the crystal chamber, with the swimming lights of the 'chandelier' replacing the swimming lights in her head. At least the dirge has stopped.
Snowcora is rubbing her face and now wondering what is next, or who. There are five others to go, after all.
There a sharp rapping sound from the band, like a wooden hammer striking another bit of wood several times. And then something like a march starts up. A shadow passes over Snowcora, and a gray-furred hand is held down towards her as if offering to help her to her feet.
Snowcora reaches up and takes the offered hand. "Hello," she says politely.
The man pulls her up. While not quite yanking her up it could have been less brusque. He's gray furred and gray maned, the only real color being his surprisingly golden eyes behind the mask and reddish variations of The Balance dyed into his fur. He's also rather chiseled for an Eeee. And not just in the muscular sense (he's obviously a soldier) but in that he doesn't seem to have any soft features. "Stand straight," he instructs. At least his voice seems normal, if deep.
Snowcora is giving this one an odd look, now wondering if this is a friend of Hortense; what with all the barking orders! But, it gets her to move and stand, so she does exactly that, she stands straight, back slightly curved.
The man circles her, but when he's behind her grabs her shoulders, and tries to straighten her a bit more, which given the sway of a human back is really not going to happen without Snowcora going up onto her toes.
"I can't really get any straighter," Snowcora points out as she ends up going up some on her toes now. "Human bodies don't work the same as Eee."
"A poor excuse," the man claims. "Spread your arms out," he then instructs.
Snowcora rolls her eyes and holds her arms straight out.
The barrephath places his hands on the sides of Snowcora's ribcage (so she can feel how big they are), then pulls her back against him as if using his body as a board. His hands slide forward and up, grabbing onto her breasts and squeezing.
"And that is not how they say hello in Babel!" Snowcora squeaks out, eyes wide!
"Hmm, entirely too soft," the man claims, and wiggles his fingers into them to prove his point. "Suspiciously so! Only a criminal would have such soft breasts. Just look at how large they are! You must be smuggling something in them."
If Snowcora had long ears, they's be splayed out by now. "... really?" the human has to ask. "Humans are softer, you know! How would I possibly smuggle something in them?!"
It hasn't come up in some time.. but Nicora did have pockets in hers for smuggling things! Probably not something to bring up now though. "A cavity search is in order!" the man claims (and manages not at all to crack despite be bizarre dialog). Soon four of the harem does are arrayed around Snowcora, and two of them take hold of her outstretched upper arms, and while the other pair squat down to grab at her calves.
"All right, which one of you read "The Sylvanian Heresies"? Snowcora has to ask the room as she's held by bunny. At least their grip is soft, so that's something!
"You mean the training manual?" one of the does replies, before the leg-grabbers lift up. Now Snowcora is spread-limbed and suspended in the air. Which will certainly lead to a sore neck before too long! The Eeee begins to really kneed and squeeze her breasts now as if really trying to feel if there's something inside.
"Woaugh!" goes Snowcora onto her back in midair! "Well, this isn't dignified at all!" she complains, "And if you squeeze too hard they'll pop, you know!"
"Is that an admission that you're smuggling something in them?" the man asks, leaning in close and narrowing his eyes.
"Yes, milk, you weirdo!" Snowcora growls at him!
"Whose milk?" the man demands, and then clamps down with his mouth to suckle, as if to confirm it.
"Good grief, my own," Snowcora squeals! Now ... she's right back to squirming.
Once it actually starts flowing, the Eeee is still a bit suspicious, so he tries the other breast to make sure they match up. "Hmmm," he ponders afterwards. Then moves down to stand between her legs, and starts to.. feel around inside of her with his long fingers.
It's a bit messy down there right now and she does have foreign material in there ... only it was put in by the other two! Her head goes back, her jaws grit, and she squeak-hisses through those teeth.
The man is also rolling her original orb with his thumb. "Very suspicious," he claims. Finally he pulls his fingers out, only to insert something more appropriate. "I'll get to the bottom of this though," he claims, and actually gives Snowcora an upwards slap on the butt.
"Hey!" Snowcora blurts out at the slap! She's going to argue a lot more, but that orb rubbing distracts her very quickly. All she sort-of does now is moan ... and squirm.
"Are you ready to confess yet?" the Eeee demands, and then gives a hard, deep thrust into. The does hurry to changes the position of Snowcora's legs, hooking them over their shoulders so they be raised up higher (and thus present more shock-absorbing surface) without risk of things getting knocked out of their grip.
"Confess what? That this is bizarre?" Snowcora moans out as her head hangs back "Oh hey, I see a bunny crotch."
"That isn't the confession I want," the Eeee says, and starts pounding away in earnest. "Confess your crime!"
"What crime? The only crime going on here is the acting!" Snowcora blurts out. Granted it's also heavily slurred by a lot of moaning and groaning, but still!
For that, she gets her belly-orb rubbed! And the pounding also continues. "I'll get what I want eventually, so you're just making this harder on yourself," the Eeee claims.
Snowcora's response is to clench down hard and tight! "See if I let your nightstick go," she claims!
This causes the Eeee to go harder in response, causing the does to squeak in alarm as they try to keep Snowcora in place without getting pushed over themselves.
So, there's a bit of a tug-of-war going on for a bit as the time Snowcora can keep things clenched tight is tested full-force. Eventually, though, she lets go, right when he's trying to pull back...
This causes the Eeee to overbalance and stagger back.. only to get pushed over completely by the red-furred Eeee! That one then scoops up Snowcora from the bunnies while cackling and throwing her over his shoulder.. after which he kisses her on nearest butt cheek.
"Ah, hello Blakat," Snowcora remarks as she hangs upside down. Her response to that is to try and bite him, right on HIS butt.
She can't quite reach it (stupid bat wings), but he does wiggle his ass teasingly. Then Snowcora is dropped onto the pillows, and the barblakat Eeee starts to tickle her. His red hair is a bit wild, and he's got mismatched eyes: one is blue and the other green, but with differently dilated pupils. The music shifts into something very discordant, as if every musician is trying to play something different.
Well, at least it's different! This leaves Snowcora giggling and cackling like a loon. "Noo, noo! Stooooop!" she squeals and bats at him, with her arms. Not an actual bat, or turning into a bat.
"You have to sing first!" the crazed Eeee claims, even though he does stop so he can use his index fingers to poke at her nipples, making 'boop boop' sounds as he does so as if trying to make a tune.
Snowcora resumes batting at the Eeee and giggling like mad. "Sing what, you crazy person?" she squeals! This makes her squirm all over like mad too. She grabs one of the pillows and soundly 'whomps' him with it!
"Awwwww, my spleeeen!" the bat wails, holding his gut even though he was struck in the shoulder. He collapses onto Snowcora in a way that lets him plant a raspberry on her belly-orb. Very loudly.
"Aie!" Snowcora squeals and arches almost into a 'C'.
While she's arched like that, crazy-Eeee gets his arms around and lifts up.. but only her lower half. He dances around, and bends into her an opposite C-shape, curling her in around her belly so that she's mostly in contact with the pillows on her neck and shoulders. He has her legs in a V, and while planting his feet on either side of her head, plunges into her in what must be the most impractical position possible. The angle forces him to pump mostly downwards.
Snowcora has to grab onto his legs just to have some sort of balance! She's going to get Mordecai for this! This is ridiculous! What is the point?!? Of course at this angle with the bloodflow now to her head, and other things getting pounded, she's quickly unable to focus on much as her world goes all foggy-weird again as things build quickly.
Before it gets too dizzying, she finds herself pulled up all the way, so that she's upside down after the Eeee first pulls out. At least she can use her hands on the ground now!
Snowcora plants her hands on the floor for more stability!
Once that's done though, she finds herself being.. sort of lowered? It stops before she'd be in a hands and knees position, because the Eeee is still holding her legs. And then he's back inside of her, and pushing and pumping while trying to force her forward, so that she'd need to 'walk' her hands to keep from going over.
"You're gonna get it, Mordecai!" Snowcora calls out as she has to now walk around on her hands in a ridiculously convoluted way. At least her brain goes back to the 'happy place' quickly enough with him back in her.
"Wait, this isn't right!" the Eeee declares. He stops.. then actually starts again but angling Snowcora to turn to the right this time.
"Really?! Are you serious?!" Snowcora blurts out! "This isn't romantic!"
"It's not serious either!" the Eeee claims, then stops, pops out, scoops up Snowcora (like the barrephath one, he's very buff) and tosses her up so that she spins and lands back into his arms face up. Then he kisses her. He's not afraid to use his tongue. Nearly all of it!
"Mgptppthgh!" goes Snowcora, bug-eyed! Human mouths aren't meant for that much tongue; if it weren't for Inala's 'blessing' of no gag reflex, she'd be having real problems.
It's confusing enough that it lets him lay her back down on the pillows.. for a moment. He breaks the kiss, and says, "Nope... not pillowy enough! DOES!" He picks Snowcora up again, and waits until the hench-does are laying down to form a mattress. Then he gently lays the woman down. The does wisely do not comment on the weight.
Snowcora has to wonder how much this one drank before he agreed to this! Good grief, this one is nuts. But, at least laying on does is much more comfortable. She splays out and goes, "Aaaaaah"
The relief is short, since the Eeee pounces on her as soon as she seems comfortable. He pushes into her and has a brief frenzy of thrusts, before stopping and then licking her face, and rubbing his hands over her seemingly at random. Then he starts up again at a slow pace, and asks, "What's your favorite color of cloud?"
"Polka dot," Snowcora remarks a bit ridiculously, because the whole situation is ridiculous.
"Those taste like kyootcumbers though!" he claims. "Bleh!" And then wraps his arms fully around Snowcora, and starts pumping in earnest while rubbing his entire body against her rather than just use his hips. "You still haven't sung for me!" he notes.
Snowcora, deciding that insanity must be countered with insanity, starts to sing the old children's song about being a little rhug-rhat. Why? Well, because polka dots taste like kyootecumbers, she supposes. It also gives her a chance to finally bear down and control things so that something actually does build up, and she demonstrates she can move her nethers like a suckling mouth.
"Ahaha!" the Eeee cackles and tries to tickle Snowcora's armpits while she sings and squeezes. He counters the squeezing by becoming a bit more erratic in his own motions, to try and keep her from knowing when to bear down. Which actually has a really nice feeling to it!
Snowcora is good at this game, at least .. and manages to keep things building in spite of his torments. Of course that also mean soon she's bucking and screaming like mad when a massive climax hits her all at once and her mind disappears into that white world of nothingness and pleasure all at once.
"That's the song I wanted!" the Eeee claims through the haze. That still leaves three more though.. and the next touch she feels is a bit damp, even before the body odor hits her.
"Oh bleh!" Snowcora squeaks and covers her nose immediately!
His breath isn't that great either, when he kisses her.
"Brush your teeth, man!" Snowcora thinks. It's one thing when it's the real Goddess; it's another when it's just a nasty guy! She really hopes he's not actually infected down below or something. Worm boy?
At least there's one small relief, because he does pull away in order to roll Snowcora over. This puts her face down into some bunny cleavage, which also helps to filter out the odors. It also means that she gets a damp back when he lies atop her. It's pretty clear which port he plans on plugging into as well from the prodding.
"Okay, so maybe the Blakat guy wasn't so bad," Snowcora thinks with a face full of bunny fluff. Still, she's ... done it that way before, so she lifts her hips a little to improve the angle he'll need to, well, push his way in.
At least he comes with his own lubrication, despite how disturbing that might be. The music is wheezy, with a few staccato 'coughs' here and there. Someone will need to retune their violin after this to be sure. The drumbeat is also a bit faster than the pace of the other music. Then the ear-licking starts.
If being stuffed wasn't bad enough, the ear-licking was worse. The poor human shudders and winces. This is not going to be pleasant for her in any way; she'll just have to ride it out.
There really isn't much of an attempt by the bargorphat to make it pleasant, certainly. Even the does are squirming a bit - which actually the only pleasant thing, since it means their soft fur is rubbing up against Snowcora, especially against the hooded belly-orb. It's enough of a distraction that she doesn't really notice when the Eeee has finished until she feels him peel away from her back.
"I want a bath," Snowcora whines after that, then shudders from head to toe. Ugh. Ugh! Why does Nicora like that so much? Why does she like BEING like that?
There's something dry applied to her back, and some diligent wiping. Her hair will definitely need a more thorough wash though. After her back feels dry again, she feels the weight of someone sitting on her butt, and the music starts up with what is probably supposed to be chanting. Instead of the does actually chanting though, it's being attempted with the instruments. Which makes it sound weird.
Snowcora makes a face. "Hey, I'm not a sofa!" she complains. Who's back there?" she demands and tries to look over her shoulder.
There's a prick of a claw on her back, where the sprawling death's head and Sea of Souls tattoo covers it. From that prick, an almost electrical sensation flows out along the defining outlines of it. It's not unpleasant, but it's definitely different. "Do I feel like a child?" the Eeee on her butt asks.
"You feel like a butt sitting on me," Snowcora squeaks! "And you must be Zakaro. She's heavy too." She'll probably pay for that comment later.
"Hmmph," the Eeee says, and there's another spreading electrical tingle. It lets her almost feel what the tattoo looks like, since the strength of it seems to vary based on how dark the tattoo is. "In that case, you should roll over."
"Ow!" Snowcora grumbles, and does in fact roll over (and probably tip the Eeee off her butt!)
This Eeee is not as coordinated as the others, certainly, but does manage to recover. Then sits on her thighs. He's pudgy, and dark grey with black hair.. and apparently black eyes. His fur is covered in multi-colored symbols of course. Whether they mean anything is unknown. But his fingertips are glowing, with the claws and pads glowing in different colors.
"What in the world is wrong with your hands?" Snowcora has to ask as she sees the weird glow! If he wasn't sitting her, she'd be trying to get away.
"These?" the man asks, wiggling his fingers. "Nothing!" he claims, and then presses a finger tip against one of the blue-lines that connect to the main Inala-based tattoos. A surge of tingly energy quickly flows along that color. This tingles some pretty sensitive spots, of course.
Snowcora grrks! "Stop that!" she gasps out, panting.
"Don't like that?" the man asks, and brushes a different finger-tip along one of the silvery marks, causing all of the Zakaro-based tattoos to light up and tingle next. "Is that better?"
This makes Snowcora arch and moan! "It feels weird!" she claims and starts grabbing for a pillow to bop Zakaro with.
"Ow!" the Eeee says after being bopped. "Does that mean you want me to stop?" the man asks. "Or.." This time he uses multiple fingers, touching the various elements on her breasts.
Snowcora wahs! And arches! And whines! And wiggles! And leaks milk everywhere. Apparently wet is the theme of the evening.
The erstwhile barzakaro continues to stimulate Snowcora via her tattoos for some minutes longer, but so far hasn't tried to avail himself of her. "Do I not have more to offer you than the others?" he asks, although it comes out more like a statement. That's when applies a 'magic finger' directly to the hooded belly orb.
That causes ... not quite pleasure and not quite pain! Snowcora screams, though and jerks ... and then the next thing she knows is she's sort of looking straight up and blinking. In reality she just sort of shorted out for a second and tipped backwards, but it's left her a little dazed and a whole lot confused. "Wha?" she mumbles.
"I can do more for you than the others," Mr. Magic Fingers says. "Don't you think so?"
"What were you saying?" Snowcora has to ask, she's still .. well a lot dizzy after that. She shakes her head and looks up. "All I know for sure is you made me fall over..."
"You.. do you remember anything that I just did for you?" the man asks, a slight edge of annoyance in his voice. "This takes a lot of preparation you know.."
Snowcora blinks a few more times. "Maybe? She says as shakes her head out. It's not my fault you did that!" Snowcora argues and thrusts a finger at him.
"That's.. you're.." the man seems to fume. Then her grabs Snowcora's breasts and squeezes them a few times, without using any magic-touch tricks, before saying, "I don't need to take this, I've got real power! You'll need me soon enough." He then stands and tries to walk away with as much dignity as a pudgy Eeee covered in weird markings can manage. That leaves just.. a rather young-looking adolescent light-brown boy. He has the symbol of The Golden Key on his forehead though, and has his hands hiding his crotch. He looks nervous.
Snowcora curls her finger, beckoning the boy over. "I don't bite, unless you like that sort of thing. And you don't have anything I haven't seen before, you know," she comments. Of course she makes bitey motions right after she says that, so...
The lad does come over and kneel down next to Snowcora. "What d-do you like?" he asks shyly.
"A cheese biscuit," Snowcora remarks as she looks at the boy. "What do you like?" she asks, brow arched.
"Me?" the boy asks, and even points to himself. "I like to learn things. And help people. I could help you, if you want."
"At a cost, i am sure," Snowcora comments, brow arching a little. "Just what kind of cost are we talking here, for your help, hmmm?"
"The cost? Well.. I suppose that would be accepting my help?" the boy asks, and then cautiously reaches out to touch Snowcora's.. shoulder. With just one fingertip.
Snowcora spreads her legs, wide. "Prove to me you can help me," she challenges the boy. If he's going to play this role, lets see if he's got enough courage for it.
So, after swallowing hard, the boy leans down between those spread legs and.. whispers into Inala's Gate. And it responds by actually quivering slightly. His breath is warm, too, which doesn't hurt.
Snowcora reaches down and pushes the boy's face into it, making him kiss it. Why? She's feeling evil, she supposes. Or wants to get back at them for this weird thing they pulled her into.
"Mmmmf!" the boy complains, and even struggles a bit before he starts whispering again until things feel like they're buzzing down there.
Snowcora lays back and wraps her legs around the boy's neck, holding him right there while she just sort of enjoys. And squirms some herself. "Good boy," she coos at him.
While the whispering keeps up, there pauses in it, and more struggling attempts. He's probably able to breath just fine though.
Snowcora holds her legs tight and just rides this, squirming and cooing herself. Then there's a point when she shudders hard a few times and moans! She continues holding him there another minute, then she slowly lets him go.
There's a great gasp and some hyper-ventilating when the boy can finally get his face free. But it doesn't last long, and then he tries to crawl forward onto Snowcora.
Snowcora chuckles. "Not done, are we?" she teases as she helps pull the boy up. Her legs hook around him and with some specialized pushes, soon part of him is inside her!
There's another gasp, before he buries his face against Snowcora's neck. He also grabs onto her breasts, kneading them a bit before he starts to move his hips. "Inala only cares about being loved," he whispers.
"That's hardly a secret," Snowcora points out as she expertly starts milking the boy with disturbing levels of internal muscular control.
The boy makes a squeak noise when pumped like that! He tries to recover, and whispers, "Rephath and Blakat where holding back to make a good impression. They are usually more brutal."
Also, a known thing," Snowcora rumbles, then really squeezes down hard on the boy! She then rolls over and goes on top, then really starts to roll her hips.
"Ah!" the boy helps, but.. well, he's powerless to resist really. "I.. Zakaro only cares about power.. but.. but.. I will never lie to you, Babel" he babbles.
"No, but will you squeal?" SNowcora asks as she really starts to go to town on the boy, using muscles he probably never even knew about, and the ability to really, really, drag it out!
"Oh.. uh.. nnnnnngg!" The boy really doesn't last long under that sort of influence. He might have been a virgin, even! But his look of embarrassed relief doesn't last for long. He's still 'up' for more apparently, even if he doesn't realize it yet.
Snowcora keeps it up, trying for a quick round two, to see if she can mess the boy up for life. But then again if he hangs out with these weirdos, he's lokely already broken.
"Wait.. wait.." the boy gasps, and digs into Snowcora's hips with his fingers. "You'll make me.." He doesn't finish, but boy does his expression look.. odd.. when it happens. Shocked? Probably shocked.
Snowcora looks smug. Very smug, and slips herself off the boy. She flops over at his side.
"That.." the boy gasps. He then rolls over on top of Snowcora and nurses off of her. Drinking in her secrets?
Snowcora relaxes for a bit and just pets the boy's neck while he nurses. It won't take long before she's, well ... producing. It's always an odd sensation when it flows.
Once the milk starts up, the boy wiggles between Snowcora's legs and enters her again. This time he doesn't even pretend to know what he's doing, he just pumps as hard and fast as he can, which means the woman's nipple gets tugged in various directions as a consequence. He certainly seems determined to be proactive this time.
It's not comfortable, or skilled, or very enjoyable! But, that's probably appropriate given what he's supposed to represent. This time, she just lets him do her thing!
No tricky whispers, he just keeps going until he can't any longer. It isn't even clear if his third time was more than a drip compared to his initial fountain. He does collapse afterwards though. "Soft.." he mutters.
Snowcora gently rolls the boy off of her body. "I think he's broken," she calls out.
"They were not very seductive, I suppose," Mordecai says, stepping onto the dais. He's actually wearing a headband, and this one has Dronnel's sigil on it. "But then they weren't really the ones that seduced Babel."
"They weren't seductive at all. Wow, they were lousy," Snowcora thinks as she sits up a little to listen, and stare at bare bat butt.
Mordecai squats down to be eye-to-eye with Snowcora. "Gods don't really know how people work, because they themselves are so much simpler than people," he says. "But people respond to stories. Stories of heroes that save the kingdom from the wicked dragon, and is wed to the princess and then becomes the king. Gods forget that it is stories that define them, sometimes. The Lore, they call it."
Snowcora's brow arches a little. "And the stories change, and the Gods change," she comments to the pale Eeee.
"Ah, but why do the stories change?" Mordecai asks, and holds out his hand to Snowcora.
Snowcora takes the offered hand. "People change, and they change the way they tell the stories. This in turn changes the story."
"And would you say society changes them?" the bat asks as he stands and helps Snowcora to her feet.
"The society, yes," Snowcora says and nods. "People's view of their Gods shifts the Gods into what they think. You corrupt the people, their Gods follow,"
Mordecai pulls Snowcora up against him, and says, "Society is a story too, you know. In a lot of those heroic stories, the hero seldom seems to be from the place being saved, I've noticed. I always wondered: what if he was working with the dragon all along? Monsters can wait if they want. Then the new heroic king will really be under their influence. I'm not saying that's the case with Babel, but it is one possible interpretation."
"Or he was so broken by the end of it all, and angry for all he endured and suffered to not have gotten more of a reward, he was manipulated into becoming that which he fought against," Snowcora suggests. "So many possibilities and as time marches on, so many truths get lost in the noise."
"I am biased, I admit," Mordecai claims, and begins to dance slowly with Snowcora. Or maybe he's just swaying and shuffling his feet. It's hard to tell without music. "When I was a child, I would go out at night when my skin would not be damaged. There were always plenty of Eeee around, after all. I would watch the puppet shows the parents paid for to keep their children busy. Heroes fighting monsters. It was amazing. But then one time a drunken Vykarin passed too close and knocked the stage over. And it was just one man, an old Eeee, holding sticks with wires. He was controlling the hero and the monster at the same time. I never went back after that. To me it seemed that that was probably how the whole world worked."
"Well, the world isn't that simplistic most of the time," Snowcora notes and shrugs a little. "But sometimes yes, conflicts can all be a show to distract the people from who is really running things. It's not that common, but it happens. I think everyone eventually feels like that, though, like it's pointless to even try; that whichever wins, the eventual outcome is the same."
"And sometimes the puppet can control the puppeteer," Mordecai claims. "That sounded better in my head. Power is seductive, and gods have power, but gods are not always good at seduction. They mostly rely on people coming to them. But a man can seduce a god, or a whole kingdom."
"And if someone seduces him, then they have control of all of it,"" Snowcora says and nods. "That's more of how the world works. It's always shades of gray, never simple stories with easy answers."
"But.. it can work for good or ill," Mordecai claims. "The seducer's influence doesn't need to corrupt the story of society. Maybe enough people want the story to have a happy ending that it can be changed by a new, seductive hero, hmm?" He then smiles, showing his fangs, "Like how I've improved your story by seducing you, haven't I?"
This makes Snowcora laugh. "I don't know if you've improved my story. Made it odder that's for sure," Snowcora notes, "And I don't think there's really any space left on me now for you to add to."
"Ah, there is always more room," Mordecai says, and lifts Snowcora up off her feet. "In between your toes maybe? The soles or your feet or the palms of your hands, inside your ears and mouth, across your scalp under your hair. And in your butt crack."
Snowcora makes a face. "Seriously? You can't really add anything creative to any of those places that would serve any purpose," she points out, then shakes her head. "I think my days as your canvas have passed. I'm sad about it, but ..."
"Oh? You have not properly been my canvas," Mordecai claims, and sets Snowcora down. "I was merely the conduit of the muses.. for most of it," he claims, and then kisses her.
Snowcora sorts at that as she ends up kissing the weird Eeee, and even hugs him.
So Mordecai of course presses his advantage, carrying Snowcora back down to the cushions before biting her neck.
"Ow!" Snowcora complains when the vampire bites her. She squirms a bit beneath him, then at some point is using her hands to try to get his snake into Inala's gate.
It doesn't take much, since it's clearly eager to go spelunking! Mordecai is passionate and vigorous, without the clumsiness of the barbarada. Every motion is smooth, and seems calculated to maintain as much skin contact as possible. He still hasn't let go of her neck yet however, so is arching his back as much as bucking his hips.
Snowcora quickly forgets about the neck bite and is rolling her hips along firmly and strongly. She's soon petting over his back, moaning, and arching herself. She actually hates how much she enjoys how he feels inside her; it makes her feel ... dirty. But at the time it happens she doesn't think about that.
It's partly Tulani's falt. Those little implants, when turned inside-out like now, mesh well with Mordecai's own. It makes things rather intense as a result. Not that it really matters how many times the bald bat fountains, as it doesn't affect his stamina much.
Or how many times Snowcora does. Her cries seem to ring out constantly in this chamber as the waves of pleasure keep on coming, with only brief respites before they hit again, then again. Were this a normal place, she'd be so sore later...
It isn't so all-consuming that she doesn't notice other things. Like the occasional lick of a small, dry tongue, or the brush of soft fur. But mainly she's learned to recognize the smell of the Lapi harem. Now that they haven't been playing any music, they seem free to join in here and there.
And so for however long time goes, there's a bat, human, and bunny orgy going on, up on the dias. This time at least there's focus and purpose from both sides instead of just a confused human wondering what they crazy Eeee were doing!
Things get very warm indeed, and then.. a bit hazy? The light of the Sifran chandelier above is dazzling, made more so by the shadows that cross her vision: long bat ears, long bunny ears, faces and bodies. It seems to soak into her being. A small part of her realizes this almost always the point where she 'wakes up', and this time she feels it happening again. A change of perception, a familiar sense of self as Alptraum..
But he's still covered in bunnies. And the chandelier is still up above. Only Mordecai is absent.
"What the Dagh's domain?" Alptraum says and sits straight up. He doesn't remember ever being in here before as well, himself. He struggles to try and get up from the pile of bunnies and see what is going on.
"Hey!" "Squeak!" the does complain as they get tumbled off. "The Seduction of Babel, Act Two is about to start," Mordecai announces from there the 'band' instruments are. He slaps a drum.
"Whatever it is you all drank to get this weird, you need to share it. I could use some booze," Alptraum complains and runs his claws through his hair. "Why have you summoned me? Well other than summoning Sunala Herself would be deadly."
"The Play isn't over," Mordecai explains. "It is time to tame Babel as She Is, after the Corruption of What She Was." It isn't a very poetic statement, but carries the intonation of a ritual. Since Mordecai is neither a Mage nor a priest (as far as Alptraum knows, but he does sort of reign over a perverted temple of sorts), it seems out of place. "No hero is going to seduce or tame me!" a voice hisses, and a naked Hortense is pushed onto the dais by the previous Eeees playing the roles of the not-at-all-seductive gods.
Alptraum arches his brow. "Is that so?" he asks the strange cat. "I imagine even you have ways to be broken."
"Ah, but that is not the goal," Mordecai calls. "A broken thing cannot manage on its own. You must seduce her to your cause, and renew her." It sounds very noble, until Mordecai adds, "Through blood."
Alptraum slowly starts towards Hortense, lips drawn back into a fangy grin. "You know, you could just surrender now and save us all a lot of trouble," he comments, then pops his knuckles.
Apparently, Hortense can crack her knuckles. It gets some of the Eeee to back off. But they may already be more of her former toys.
Alptraum curls a finger in a 'come here' sort of way. "Shall we dance?" he asks.
"I will lead," Hortense says, and grabs Alptraum's arm. The does scramble to get back to their instruments. They all start playing a different dance until Mordecai sorts them out. It isn't one that Alptraum has heard before, but he knows the rhythm: it's very similar to a gypsy style.
"You can try," Alptraum counters with a growl and grabs her other arm with his and takes a partial fighting/dancing stance upon the dias. His eyes narrow...
"I'm not going to be broken of my habits," Hortense growls. "Just give yourself over to me, and it will only hurt in the begging. But you'll grow to like my habits, I promise."
"Oh, of course, it's so easy that way, hmm," Alptraum says and relaxes, a second before he moves in fast and tries to flip Hortense onto her back!
"Hey!" she complains, and digs her claws into the sides of his arms. "I take you down, not the other way around!"
"Forget it," Alptraum growls back as he digs his claws in to and starts to struggle and flip Hortense down to pin her. He's also squatting to lower his center and make it harder to take him down.
The cat oofs, then growls.. then is all smiles. "Hey, let me put a collar on you," she purrs. "I can teach you things. You could be like Jacoba.. but not be barred from enjoying the harem."
"You'd bar me anyway, once you got it on. You won't honor any promise," Alptraum counters, "So, thanks, but no thanks, kitty."
"But you shouldn't think that way," Hortense purrs. "I might use you up a bit soon, but it would be fun! I'll teach you how to use a cat-o'-nine-tails the proper way. People will thank you for it, event. Beg for it."
"Not something I care to learn. I don't like hurting people," Alptraum counters and shrugs, then tries to sweep her legs!
The feline is taken off guard, but then just pulls her legs up to wrap around Alptraum's waist. "I'm not hurting people," she claims. "Oh, there's some pain, but it's not hurting."
"You're killing people," Alptraum says as if talking to Babel. "That has to stop. This has to end."
"They're part of my body," 'Babel' claims. "Cells die or are sacrificed all the time. That's what organisms do. The body survives, and that is what matters. If certain things bring me pleasure, at a small cost to my health.. that's no different than what they do, is it? They drink, rape, addle their minds with drugs, inflict pain, or get pleasure from receiving it. It's all for my sake, after all. So long as my cells continue to do that, then so will I."
"Except you're getting worse. And worse. Eventually they won't be able to recover and you'll die. You're on a path to die," Alptraum counters, growling. "It isn't for your sake at all!"
Hortense seems confused for a moment, then smiles again. "If I die, I'll just become undead and keep going," she purrs, then looks confused again. "Wait.. I don't want.. that.."
"No, because the undead feel no pleasure or pain, they just are. You'll never know anything good or feel good, ever again," Alptraum growls and then tries to take her down hard again, and land on top!
The cat doesn't resist this time. "I'm dying?" she asks again.
"Slowly. By inches," Alptraum says, "You can't fe't feel, it's a slow wasting disease. If it isn't stopped soon, it never will be."
"So.. what medicine do I need?" Hortense asks. "Can it be cut out? Burned away with Gorphat's fire?"
"Nothing so easy. We have to change the people, get them to rewrite their story, their lore. See hope, try for more, stop trying to just consume, and consume," Alptraum explains. "It won't happen overnight, but if we start, there's still time."
"Ah, I don't know if I can convince them," 'Babel' claims. "I'm not sure they trust me, you see. Or like me. I haven't been very good to most of them."
"They won't, at first. That's why it takes people like me to get things going, to see better ways. I need you to stop fighting me, so that they can better hear my voice ... and as things turn, you can add your voice back and begin anew, with a new purpose," Alptraum suggests.
"They'll fight me, fight.. fight for me, I suppose," Hortense admits. "Fight for you."
"They will, if you let them. If you allow them to see better paths and better ways. They'll become proud of you again," Alptraum claims.
"Will you let them follow you?" Babel asks.
"Only for a time. I do not wish to be worshipped or depended on. I want the people to learn to depend on themselves and stand up for themselves. I'm a catalyst, but I do not wish to forever have to lead them," Alptraum admits.
"That's best then," Hortense says, and puts her hand behind Alptraum's neck.
Alptraum tries to take Hortense down to the 'ground', and there, kiss her.
Now there isn't any resistance. She's still warming up to 'welcoming' but at least there aren't any claws out this time. She even kisses back.
And like Alptraum said, he has to take it slowly, small things. A kiss, a gentle exploration, easing the car into welcoming it (and not tearing him apart).
This is probably very unusual for Hortense. It involves being vulnerable, and she tends to be... the opposite, to the point of exclusively preferring others being vulnerable to her. And there's that drumbeat though, almost hypnotic, along with the flutes of the band. Then again.. she taught Jacoba somehow.
And Alptraum continues on, trying to 'slowly' get Hortense more accepting, until he's able to fully take her, slow, steady, and firmly.
No clawing or hissing or being rough this time. It's hard to believe Hortense could be gentle. But she is, moving with Alptraum at his own pace instead of trying to lead.
Alptraum says, "No one you'd know. Met through a chain of people. Weird dragon-creature called Revekah."
The time comes when Alptraum becomes part of Hortense. The movements match the heavy drum beet, hard and firm. As the drum beat increases, he gets harder, and faster. He does know Hortense the person needs a little roughness to actually, well, pop.
There's.. well, it's an odd sound from Hortense's throat. It sounds like a pleased sound, certainly! And she begins to relax afterwards.
Alptraum hurries himself up, then sort of growl-grunts when his time comes and he pops too. Then like a typical male, he flops on top of her. "Blugh," he mutters.
At least Hortense is purring when Alptraum flops atop her. Although it's soon after the music stops that he senses they are being surrounded.
Alptraum opens one eye, then looks up. "You can't be serious. There is more?" he asks before he even sees who might be surrounding him. He'd get off Hrotense, but he's worried she might claw him if he leaves.
The mostly-white doe immediately in front of Alptraum kneels down. She's got a headband on, with Inala's flower on it. Six more does complete the circle. For most, having at least one patch of fur to match their associated Kindly One is likely - but Alptraum can't see the one for Blakat. He'd definitely recall a red-furred or haired doe.
"So.. what are you going to do about us?" she asks and smiles. "If we've been naughty, you can even spank us.."
Alptraum's left ear twitches. He finally eases himself off of Hortense, then just sits on her stomach. He looks at the Inala-Bun for a while, then grabs her and yanks her into his lap, face down! Then his hand is a blur as he starts paddling the doe!
"I need to be reformed!" the doe squeals, but also wiggles her tail while she's being spanked. Hortense makes a brief protest about being sat upon. "I can spank the others," the mostly-gray with black-tipped ears doe offers. She's wearing the Rephath headband of course.
The padding continues, and Alptraum turns the 'reformed' into 'formed', when he hogties the doe on her stomach and places her nethers right next to Hortense's head. He slips off Hortense's belly, then grabs the Rephath doe for her spanking first!
"Ah! I should be the spanker!" Rephath-doe complains.. cutely. She's actually one of the softer does. A dark-furred doe wearing a red scarf cackles at the predicament.
He's a little more gentle on this one, just because she is softer. Then he just lets her get up, albeit with a sore butt. "All right, now that you've been properly punished, you can help with the others, starting with Queen Cackle there," Alptraum says and points right at the one with the red scarf. He also doesn't comment that he knows Rephath actually likes being spanked, he learned that one first hand.
"Hah! I won't surrender!" the Blakat-doe claims. "You gotta wrestle me! If I win, I get to spank you!" she challenges Alptraum. She is not a large doe, however.
Alptraum reaches out and grabs the doe's ears! And squeezes!
"Eeeeee!" she squeals, and then grabs at Alptraum's most squeezable part!
Alptraum acks! He squeezes tighter! "Surrender!" he demand-squeaks.
"I like the pain!" the doe counters, and starts tugging.
Alptraum tries to tie the doe's ears into a knot! He's not about to back down!
If she were a lop-eared sort it would be easier. But since it requires both hands, Alptraum is wide open for her to.. tickle him. But at least she isn't tugging anymore.
Alptraum grrks! His counter is to use his wings and launch upward and wrap his legs around her chest to try and topple her over! At least he let go of the ears.
This is not something the doe was expecting, so she tumbles backwards onto her butt. "Doesn't count!" she claims.
Alptraum pins the doe down hard on the floor. Then he dips his head down and bites her neck!
"That counts!" the doe concedes, and squirms from the bite!
Hopefully the scarf is easy to clean.
Alptraum mwahahahs! He turns the doe over onto her belly and hikes her butt. "She's all yours," he tells the Rephath-doe.
The gray doe, despite been soft, cracks her knuckles. "She will be a challenge without the knobby paddle," she claims, kneels down and starts slapping the other doe across her hiney.
The darkest doe wears the headband of Sunala, and crosses her arms. "You wouldn't dare," she claims. "I'm the nice one, I don't need to be punished."
Alptraum holds the Blackat-doe for a bit, then she curls a finger in a come-hither roll to the Gorphat-doe.
Alptraum holds the Blackat-doe for a bit, then she curls a finger in a come-hither roll to the Gorphat-doe.
The Gorphat-doe doesn't have green fur, but she's damp and covered in something vaguely green. She doesn't look too happy about it.
Alptraum makes a twirl around and bend-over gesture at the doe, grinning.
The doe says, "Um, you have to meet my challenge first." She doesn't sound very confident, and her ears are blushing. "You can only spank me in places you kiss first." It's not much of a challenge, but it isn't clear what she's had dumped onto her. She doesn't stink at least.
Alptraum smirks. He turns the doe around and makes her bend over anyway. He kisses each cheek, then gives each one, one hell of a hard swat! Then he does the same to her thighs.
She actually cries out at the swats. She also tastes like some sort of cooking grease, possibly. Alptraum doesn't have a lot of experience with such things, but remembers when Hexen would attempt to deep fry things after collecting enough of the stuff. It was always used of course.
Alptraum turns her over and then kisses her breasts, and swats each of those too! Then her legs are spread and she kisses her between her legs. Then that area he paddles! Not hard, but he does!
This gets his hands pretty well slathered in the goo, along with the tip of his muzzle and nose. "I'll be nicer!" the doe pleads.
Alptraum tickles the doe for good measure, then kisses her nose tip. He doesn't swat that at least. Now he looks over to Zakaro-doe...
The doe probably isn't a mage, but she is vigorously rubbing herself all over when Alptraum looks over at her. She's even rubbing her thighs together, which makes her look like she needs to pee. It does make her fluffier though.
Alptraum reaches out and grabs one of the doe's nipples, then tries to pull her over and get her to lay across his lap.
There's a 'zap' of static electricity from the contact, but it is severely muted by the grease on Alptraum's fingers. The doe probably feels it though, and squeaks when she's tugged along. "Wait, I'm supposed to.. uh.. you have to show me some magic?" she asks.
Alptraum arches his brow, then smirks. He lets go of her nipples, but what he does next is probably worse; he manifests a bunch of shadow tentacles that wrap around the doe and bend her over, making her stand like a rhugrhat. He moves behind her and rubs her butt. "Say please," he teases.
"Eep!" is what she says first. "Please.. wipe your hands off first?" she tries, and struggles a bit against the tentacles.
"On you?" Alptraum asks with a grin.
"Nooo! On.. uh.. your butt?" she suggests hopefully. "Or on the tentacles! Wait, no.. then they'd be greasy tentacles.."
Alptraum reaches over and wipes them on the blakat-doe instead. Not like Blackat would care! Then he pops his knuckles, loudly ... and proceeds to play the drums on her backside.
"I prefer playing the triangle," Zakaro-doe notes.. suggestively, and wiggles her tail.
Alptraum rolls his eyes, then basically fingers the doe, using two to spread her. He also pinches there.
The pinch causes her to try to leap into the air, but the tentacles keep her in place! "Ouch!" she complains. "I didn't set you on fire or cast a curse or anything, so I must be better now right?" she claims.
Alptraum almost tries to use the doe as a hand-puppet! "I suppose so," he grudgingly agrees ... and lets her go. Now he focuses on ... Barada-doe.
As the youngest (and smallest) doe, Barada-doe has her ears down, and her eyes as wide and cute as possible. She wiggles her nose and clutches her hands together below her chin. "I haven't been bad, have I?" she asks in a little-girl voice.
"Yes, yes you have. You don't keep secrets as well as you should, you give them away for money, or more secrets," Alptraum points out and taps his foot.
She squirms a bit, and asks, "If I don't ask you for a secret, does that mean I'm good?"
"No. Promising to not use secrets to hurt people would be a start," Alptraum points out.
"I promise," she claims, looking down and swirling her right foot around.
Alptraum swats the small doe on the butt anyway for good measure.
She squeaks and make big sad bunny eyes at Alptraum.. for a moment, before giving him a mischievous look instead.
Alptraum threatens to swat again....
Barada-doe squeaks and tries to hide behind the Sunala-doe.
Alptraum gestures for the Sunala-doe to approach. "And now you, you haven't been mis-behaving," he says and looks at her. "But you do need to begin to treat all fairly, and not allow money decide who goes to oblivion or not."
"So don't try to reward a person's accomplishments in death?" Sunala-doe asks, raising one eyebrow. "Tombs have maintenance costs you know."
"Not what I said. The person's end should relate to how they were in life, not how much money they offer the temple. Money is welcome, but it shouldnot decide someone's fate," Alptraum says.
"So.. no taking bribes for a better fate than what they deserve?" the dark doe asks.
"Exactly," Alptraum agrees.
"And punish the wicked?" she then asks, just to be certain.
"Yes!" Alptruam agrees.
"And decide who is wicked?" she asks next, leaning in.
"The laws decide who is wicked," Alptraum corrects, "But morality plays too."
"Hmm," Sunala-doe ponders. "I reserve the right to overrule the law. It is subjective."
"As long as you get input from others, like me," Alptraum auggests.
"For things like sending people to Hell, I suppose that it is good to get a second opinion," the doe admits.
"Just so," Alptraum agrees. "If you can agree, then I suppose I don't have to spank you."
"I'm the only one allowed to spank you," Sunala-doe claims, and waggles a finger.
Alptraum laughs, "Agreed."
"Now go wash your hands and face," the doe instructs.
Alptraum rolls his eyes. "Where?" he points out.
"Use Inala's fur, she's clean," the doe suggests.
Alptraum goes over to the Inala-doe and wipes himself off on her. Hands and face, in fact.
"Are you going to untie me?" the mostly white (and now greasy in spots) doe asks?
Alptraum unties the Inala doe finally. "But you looked cute like that," he claims.
"Don't I always look cute though?" she asks as she gets up and stretches.
"Usually," Alptraum concedes, looking around if that's ... it?
The does have finished spanking each other, and Gorphat-doe is looking for a towel while the others keep away from her. Mordecai waves, and says, "I think that ends the play. What did you think?"
"You need an introduction," Alptraum points out. "It's very hard to tell what it was about until the second act. Also, strange ... and I think the does will want revenge for being made to do it."
"Oh, that will fall on Hortense of course," the furless bat claims. "I just asked them to provide the music. The real question is if you want revenge on me."
"What? Like smiting you or something? No, I won't," Alptraum says and shrugs a little.
"Oh? Well, I guess I don't need to make the offer I planned in order to appease you then," Mordecai says.
"What was the offer?" Alptraum asks.
"I was going to let you turn me into a woman to have your way with this time," Mordecai explains. "Although, I don't know that I'd make for a very attractive one, with no fur or hair."
Alptraum shakes his head. "Eh, no thank you. I would have to smite you for that," Alptraum remarks. "It would piss Gorphat off, and she's hard enough to manage."
Mordecai laughs, and claps Alptraum on the shoulder. "I suppose I am spared then!" he claims.
Alptraum gives Mordecai an odd look. "Uhm, yeah," he says, one ear splaying to the side.
"We are an odd bunch here," Mordecai admits. "I shall have to go reward the actors now. It was not easy rounding up Eeee with the proper colors you know."
"How do you intend to reward them?" Alptraum has to ask.
"I was going to have the club pretend to 'worship' them for a bit," Mordecai says. "If it works for a restaurant peddling sub-par food, I'm sure I can make it more memorable."
"Food almost always works," Alptraum agrees and nods at that. "Well, it was interesting, and a bit odd."
"Don't ask which muse inspired it," Mordecai says. "I am sworn to secrecy."
"Which muse inspired it?" Alptraum predictably asks.
"Probably one of the ones whose stand-ins did not receive too severe a spanking," the tattooed bat hints. "Probably."
Alptraum ahs, that one. "Well, unless there is something else ... I'll leave you to it," Alptraum offers.
Mordecai bows, and claps his hands. The does hurry up and curtsy before Alptraum before going to collect their instruments, and Hortense.. smacks him on the butt. But doesn't use her claws!
Alptraum grabs Hortense and dips her all the way back, then kisses her. "I prefer it when you're in charge," he whispers to her.
"Oh, you thought I wasn't?" the feline whispers back, and gives Alptraum a sandpapery lick across his nose.
Alptraum laughs. "You weren't, not even close," he comments.
So the cat just sticks her tongue out, and claims, "I'm a feline, we're always in charge in our own minds."
"Fair enough," Alptraum concedes. "You're all crazy."
"Going to let me back up?" she asks. "Or are you ready for me to take charge?"
Alptraum lets Hortense back up and go.
She does sashay off to take charge of the does.. or at least supervise, as things begin to get dark for Alptraum.
Alptraum shakes his head. "Definitely needs an introduction. I had no clue what was happening at the beginning. It's hard to play a part when you have no idea what the part is," he comments, mostly to himself, as things fade away.
He soon finds himself waking up between Tulani and Mave back in the Nest. Mave is quiet, but Tulani is purring loudly.
Alptraum looks at Tulani oddly, then tries to extract himself quietly from between the two without waking them. For some reason he wants a bath right now, alone.
Tulani is deep asleep, so doesn't stir. Mave doesn't either, but she wasn't exactly clinging to Alptraum - and she was awake through the previous day and night.
Right now Alptraum just wants a bath after that weird dream, and all that grease. Ugh. It was ... just ugh. He shakes his head slowly as he makes his way through the nest to where the bathroom is. It's probably the nicest room down here, but that's hardly surprising for a place that used to pamper. "I don't think i know anyone sane," she admits, disappearing to just go soak for a bit.