The sound of wind chimes stirs Willow from her rest, only to find herself on a soft bed or couch. The corners sweep up, the ones at the head providing rings for the zolk fabric used to bind the mare's wrists, while those at the foot have stirrups for her ankles.
"It is good to see you again, mother" the pure-white, blue-eyed Temple Skreek boy says on Willow's left, while his female twin gives the unicorn's cheek a nuzzle from the right.
"Wait, how did I get here? Why am I here? Why am I tied up?" Willow says as her focus comes quickly now that she's awake, and looking around like mad! "Did you two tie me up like this?"
"Of course we did," the girl rat notes. "Are you comfortable, or would you like another pillow?"
"I'm comfortable," Willow says as she tugs at her wrists. "Why am I tied up? This is not a nice way to treat your mother!"
"But it is a pleasant way, isn't it?" the boy says, and reaches down to stroke his fingers across Willow's mons. "We prefer pleasant to nice," the girl agrees.
Willow mmfs and arches her butt some from that stroking. "Gah, you're as bad as I am where I'm a rat," she complains. "I'm my own worst enemy."
"I think this is the opposite of enmity though," the male notes, and licks Willow's throat. His whiskers cause tingles on her skin where they brush. The girl rubs Willow's belly, and circles the nearer nipple with her tongue.
Willow struggles to not like it and even grumbles. "Why have you tied me up, though?" she asks, though soon ends up squirming some and pulling on the bindings some. She even squeaks at some point!
"So that you might enjoy the next part," the boy notes, while the girl begins to nurse. The statement is followed by the distinctive clip-clop of hooves on marble.
Willow's eyes narrow, then she makes a 'meef'! noise when the suckling begins. Ugh, it always messes with her brain when someone does that. The clacking sounds brings her attention back quickly enough though and she's soon struggling her head up to see where that is coming from.
There's nothing impeding her from raising her head at least. The sounds stop as a robed and hooded figure stands at the foot of the couch. The hood is pulled back to reveal a white unicorn. His mane is incredibly long, a white cascade that spills over his shoulders. The bangs around his horn have been curled and tipped in gold, along with a golden thimble of sorts at the tip of his luminous horn. Bright blue eyes look out from under it, and Willow gets a wink. He may take after Mr. Bright for looks, but his build is more like a leaner version of Mr. Sackcloth, just based on the broadness of the shoulders. Once the robe is opened and falls to the floor, it's clear he has other similarities to Sackcloth as well.
"Inala!" Willow squeaks in shock, "What have you done to yourself? You're carrying a ship's mast down there! It's not terribly ladylike..." Granted it's also what she's staring at, and her mind starts to wander, wondering how it would feel ... argh, no, bad brain!
"You've laid the groundwork, now it is time for the Deity of Fertility to add the needed spark," the stallion says, in a melodically deep voice, and then turns around to let Willow get a good look. He actually flexes his shoulders and butt for her, and his mane really does come down nearly to the middle of his back.
"No fair, I don't have a body that looks even half that good!" Willow complains, exhasperated, and probably annoyed with her own body and her reactions; she can already feel herself, well ... she likes what she sees and her body is making itself quite apparent it does with various swellings, puffiness, and wetness.
It probably doesn't help that the Inalacorn is swaying sensually and running his hands over himself as he comes to full mast. It's odd to see feminine moves on such a body. "Well, I do have a perfect form," Inala notes, and brushes the long tuft of his tail down Willow's inner thigh to tickle her at the crux. Even that is long and luxurious.
Willow whines. "Tease!" she complains. "Why must you torment me so?" she adds as she squirms and tries to scoot away from the tuft.
"Because it's fun," Inala replies. "You need to desire me, and be in a particularly receptive spiritual state."
To help make Willow more receptive, both of the rats are stroking the mare's breasts and suckling now.
"Does anyone not desire you? I'm not sure even Gorphat could resist you," the mare complains as she continues to squirm. Of course she starts moaning too, due to the torments of the rats.
Inala rests his third leg atop Willow belly, where she can feel its warmth, and leans forward to kiss her full on the lips. His breath smells and tastes flowery.
Willow curls her fingers around the bindings that attach to her wrists. She's still squirming, but she's also kissing back soon after the lips land. It's sent her mind immediately into a floaty happy, soft, nice place and she finds herself thinking about what lies on her belly, and that she's rather have it in there instead...
Inala withdraws.. but only enough to knock on Willow's gate as it were. And then he's pressing in.. slowly. And she's feeling the size this time - Inala's blessing doesn't apply when it's Inala doing the penetrating.
And at that size, it does hurt as it slowly goes in; it's having to really stretch things to their limit as it were. But with Inala, even the intense sort of pain from it still somehow manages to feel good! Soon her own hips are bucking up some, trying to help push it in.
"Patience will be rewarded," Inala teases, and gives a little hip-buck to push in a full two inches more. It may has well have been a foot for the sensations it causes. Willow can feel a warm tingle that rushes up her spine and seems to shoot out from the tip of her horn.
Willow is whimpering, and her eyes are clenched tight. "Hurts," she whines out, while she's trying to push more in! She's squirming again soon, now held in two ways; by her wrists, and by being impaled. Well, if it kills her, at least it's an interesting way to die.
"Do you want me to stop?" Inala asks. And the thing wiggles inside of Willow. Normal ones certainly don't do that! The twins increase their suction as well.
"Dagh no, don't stop!" Willow nearly shrieks out. She's pushing more now to try and take more, and starts clenching as much as she can manage to try and prevent pullout!
Clenching is hard, because there isn't much give. "Don't worry, I won't pull out until I'm finished," Inala promises, and then drives in deeper, kissing the inner gates.
"Augh!" Willow cries out, back arching. Dagh, she feels like she'll be split in two ... and she's still pushing back and wanting more!
The next bit is an even tighter squeeze, but Inala is pushing through - even though he has to hold onto Willow's hips to manage it. It's almost like a pop when he gets through. It makes the initial penetration seem a lot less stretchy in comparison.
Comfortable it is not, and there's some screaming involved from Willow's side. Along with repeated pleas for Inala to not stop, that she wants all of it. When the pop comes, Willow for a moment thinks something broke, or she's about to die. Well, something might have broken, but she's not going to die, not yet it seems.
"Shhhh," Inala soothes, and holds the sides of Willow's head, for the next thrust, which really does go all the way in. Then the stallion starts up a rhythm.
Willow's muscles seem to have given up, and the pain starts to fade over to a bit more pleasurable sensations as Inala starts to take her in earnest, not just impale her. The whimpering soon fades to moaning and gasping too. She can't exactly clench back, though, the muscles won't really respond much, too much stretch.
So Inala sees how much he can get away with, sometimes pulling out to just the tip before plunging all the way in again. It feels a lot more intense than with Mr. Bright, especially when their horns brush and 'complete the circuit' at the deepest part of each plunge.
Since Willow is tied down, it's not like she can stop anything, so Inala can get away with just about anything at this point. It's all making Willow writhe, moan, and occasionally scream. Her vision is all spotty and blurry too at this point, and when things hilt, well, it all goes white.
It's dizzying enough that it takes time for her to realize that the extra warmth and tingle in her belly is from Inala releasing into her. Except it doesn't stop, with a distinct surge every time he hilts. There might even be a bit of a belly glow coming from beneath Willow's black hide.
Willow is sort of out of it, but she vaguely remembers begging Inala to give her everything until she explodes. Or something like that. She's sure about give, and everything, the last bit ... is a little hazy. She'd clench if she could, but alls he can do is arch up some and try to keep Inala hilted.
The stallion is strong, so it might not have made a difference. He keeps pumping into her, making her feel like she's expanding like a balloon. A glowing one. "Almost ready now," Inala claims.
Willow briefly wonders ready for what? Then she realizes she doesn't really care anymore! Her vision is all staticy-white and swirling, and she feels huge! She's not sure if she's seeing right, or she really is expanding like a balloon.
Inala soon switches to very rapid, hard thrusts, holding to the sides of Willow's belly now to keep it from jiggling. It feels a lot more intense as a result. Their horns don't even need to be touching, or else Willow's is spraying out lightning bolts on its own now.
"What are you doing to meeee!?" poor Willow screams out, though there's so much movement it comes out in sort of hiccups, burps, and warbles instead!
"Giving my spirit to quicken what you gathered from the others," Inala explains, and keeps going to see what other sounds can be elicited from the mare. Surely unicorns can sing!
It may not be singing, but it sure is loud when Willow seems to start making all sorts of racket, from screams, to moans, to odd bleats, and then even honking. If Willow were seeing this unfold, she'd probably be doubled up, laughing.
Eventually Inala slows down, if only so Willow can catch her breath. "There, that wasn't so bad now, was it?" the stallion asks.
"Hurgflurrpleppppth," Willow sputters out, then starts gasping for air like mad.
It still takes some time before the intensity ramps down and Inala fully withdraws. But it still feels like something's there deep inside - something that's moving!
Willow blinks a lot as she sorta comes back to her senses. It's then she looks up. Well, down at her belly, then feels at it. "I feel weird," she complains.
It's still glowing for one thing, and swelling up further. "I don't know what pregnancy is like for unicorns," Inala admits. "Magical, perhaps?" The stallion strokes the fingers of his right hand over the growing belly.
"I'm going to explode!" Willow squeaks! If she weren't tied down ... well, okay, she couldn't get up right now anyway! "This is going to get me in trouble with the others," she whimpers.
"Trouble?" Inala asks, giving the belly a nuzzle as those bright blue eyes look into Willow's. "These will be mine you know, just like the Skreeks." The twins kiss both of Willow's cheeks, then go back to their nursing.
"These? How many?!?" Willow squeaks in shock. "And I mean in trouble with your sisters!"
"Twins of course," Inala says with a whicker. "The others care not for bearing children, except to twist things against me. Why, I have sired children for them in the past, according to the Lore."
"Twins?!" Willow squeaks, "That's going to wreck my hips!" Nothing she can really do about it now of course. "Your Sister Gorphat hates it when you get something from me, though, she'll want revenge," the mare whimpers.
"Not on me," Inala points out, and rubs Willow's belly. "And it is not as if she has not gotten things from me before."
"Revenge on me!" Willow points out. "Doesn't that matter?"
"And what sort of revenge did she claim from you before?" Inala asks, ears perked.
"All sorts of pain and torture," Willow whimpers. "The forms she owns now can barely have sex at all."
"Well, Gorphat really only has interest in the contagious aspects of sex," Inala notes. "But is it as bad as indulging me is good?"
"Yes?" Willow whimpers.
Inala frowns. "I know that Gorphat is desperate, but she should not be taking out her fears on you," he claims. "After all, you belong to all of the Sisters. If you happen to favor only a few of them, it is up to them to be more welcoming."
"Ack! Don't get mad and do worse things to me!" Willow begs, complete with big doe-eyes.
"I would never do anything to harm you," Inala claims. Although 'harm' can have a lot of leeway in Babel. The stallion even strokes Willow's mane as her belly continues to expand and glow. "But Gorphat is all about harm. Oh, she has her rationalizations, of course. Gods can be like that, you understand. And you are special to her, as you are to me and the others. Have any of them been causing you trouble?"
"No, not really. Nothing I cannot deal with reasonably easily," Willow concedes.
"And is it rewarding to interact with them?" Inala asks. "I understand that they cannot all be like me after all." After that statement, Willow feels a kick from inside her belly. Unicorns have cloven hooves, so it feels a bit like a pinch as well.
"Ow! It's usually rewarding to work with any of you, yes, just some are more difficult than others," Willow says as she rubs at the spot that was kicked from the inside.
That spot seems to glow a little brighter for a moment after the kick. "Is what Gorphat asks of you so horrible?" Inala asks. "You became her High Priestess after all." There might be a hint of bitterness in that. But technically Inala still has a High Priestess - or had. It's isn't very clear just what sort of relationship she and Mave have at the moment.
"You wouldn't accept me as one of yours, if you recall," Willow reminds and makes a face. Inala did reject her after all!
"Well, I have our children though," Inala says, as the twins give an extra tug on Willow's nipples. "There will never be another High Priestess of Inala, alas. It is unlikely that any of Mave's granddaughters will wish to take up the mantle."
"Why not?" Willow asks and winces a bit, "I don't want things to die out. Change, yes, die, no. You all do have ... hm, good aspects. Everything wasn't all bad. I mean I'm even here due to one of your daughters, sort of."
Inala smiles, in a way that a horse-like face shouldn't be able to manage. "Things will change. For so long, the Temple of Inala was the only way for people to find pleasure or children. But it has been in ruin for some time now, and the people have not seemed to suffer for it. It will be reborn.. fittingly.. as the Temple of Rinala. She is Rebirth, among other things. A better goddess for Babel."
"Actually, do the records in the old Temple have drawings of every daughter that has been?" Willow asks as a weird idea gets into her head.
"The portraits of the High Priestesses would have been kept in the archive vaults, save for that of last," Inala says amidst another kick - this one a double kick.
"Ow!" Willow complains and shifts some. "I was hoping to find a picture of a relative of the Eeee who married Thath. I know your line tends to pass down traits, and it could be used to approximate what his wife looked like. It matters because the Sabbaoth tried to have her erased, and I intend to undo that."
"The thing with our trees," Inala says, a bit grimly. "Given the timing, she may have been one of Mave's sisters or cousins. There will be a genealogy record of her."
"Would she have looked similar to Mave?" Willow asks, "This is a personal request, not one born of duty or service. This is just for me."
"It is easy to spot a Yodhinala," Inala claims. "Though if one was born favoring the father, she is more likely to have been placed with a prominent family instead of becoming a Yodh. But in general, she would have looked like Mave, if they were of the same generation."
Willow nods. "That helps. It may not be exact, but that's good as it cannot then be affected by this ... curse," the mare remarks. "I want to have a portrait of her made, close as is possible to estimate. One, to give a rude gesture to the desires of the Sabbaoth, and two, because I want it as a gift for someone."
"I can certainly support such a cause," Inala says. "My children should never be forgotten. There should be statues made.. all of them giving a rude gesture towards Mount Blakat. I'm sure Mave will be helpful, she has a good memory and knows where things are hidden away."
"I ... I'm not touching that one," Willow admits and shakes her head. She knows about the animosity with Blakat's temple, and why. "Sorry for asking that out of the blue; it just came to me as something I could do, even if i can't undo the past."
"The past is more fluid for the Sisters," Inala claims, and rubs Willow's belly as it glows brighter, and another set of kicks is triggered. There's definitely more than one set of legs at work. At least they aren't punching her bladder so far.
"Ow, ow, ow, they're getting pushy," Willow grumbles. She's also glad she doesn't need to pee, she has nowhere to go.
"I'm sure they come out head first like other children," Inala says. "But are they born with the horn already, or just a nubbin?" she wonders.
"I HOPE a nub, because ... ow," Willow winces. She had never enven thought of that!
Well, she probably hadn't thought of giving birth to semi-divine rats either. It may be that Inala is goading Gorphat.. or is just lonely. While the kicking fades, other things begin to happen. Willow's belly is big enough block out her view of her own loins, and her muscles are starting to ack up. She remembers the contractions from the rats, so knows things are coming to a head now.
Willow grunts as she starts feeling the first onsets of discomfort, indicating that things are 'going to happen' real soon now. Miracle of birth, her ass. It's miserable! Then she feels wet between her legs, and a rush of liquid. "Dagh, water broke, things are ... mmmmmghghg," she whines when pain hits her hard.
She feels Inala take her hand in his.. well, really big one. "Now, you've done this before, and I'm with you and ... holy me, I've never seen it do something like that before!" It's probably not something you want to hear from the goddess of childbirth.
"AAaaaugh!" Willow screams and grips like a vice for a few moments in pain! "What, what did you see?" she squeaks out once the pain has subsided enough that she can do something other than scream!
"I was just momentarily blinded," Inala says. "I wasn't expecting bright white light." He then looks again. It's awkward keeping hold of Willow's hand to do so, since she's still bound to the couch. "Interesting.. you should probably start pushing."
"You make it sound so easy!" Willow screams as another wave of pain hits her hard. Then she's onto pushing because she wants that pain out, preferrably an hour ago!
Things begin to move! Equine type heads are awkward, however. This probably won't be like when the Reisender's Dromodon gave birth, and the infant just stood right up and shook off the goo. The light at the end of her tunnel also gets brighter too, from the way it's reflecting off Inala's already white pelt. "Just a bit more.. and then a bit more after that," Inala urges. Having a longer birth canal has lost the fun aspect at this point.
There's significant cussing from Willow, taking away from appearing ladylike at this point. How any species reproduces is amazing if it hurts this bad for all of them. The women must be lied to at least the first time; oh it'll be fine! Hah! You try squeezing a melon through a thimble! There's more screaming, arching, and pushing. She feels like a portal to hell is opening up between her legs at this point!
Then Inala lets go of her hand, because he needs both of them. "I have the head, just give another push," he tells her. "This one's almost out."
That's when Willow remembers there are two and she has to go through this again. Some more screaming ensues as she pushes hard again, and it feels like something gives way; or at least passes the midpoint and the rest of it sort of squirts out.
There's no crying, but there is a blinding burst of light. Then something wet and warm is placed against Willow's chest, and the rats are there again with warm blankets. The light is coming from the the forehead of the little white baby. It doesn't look at all like a horse should.
Willow does take a moment to actually look at it, before the pain hits again and she has to bear down and push. "Aaaaugh, you just want me to suffer!" she accuses Inala! "This is horrible!"
"It only seems bad now, but you'll feel fine once it is done," Inala promises. "This pain is just Gorphat's little tithe." Then he's reaching up inside of Willow to get the second one into position.
"It's your fault! You did this to me!" Willow accuses as another wave of massive pain hits and she's forced once more to push.
"Yes, yes," Inala agrees. "Just one more and the head will crown.. everything is looking good. Are you're glad I stretched you out earlier?"
Willow bites back what she wants to say, and instead just screams and pushes again. She'd try to kick Inala, but things aren't relaly responding well down there right now; and it feels like her pelvis might split in two!
There's that point where it feels double-jointed (because technically it sort of is) and then the point passes. There's more light, and a shuddering relief.
Augh! One last push, the pressure relents, and she just sort of collapses against the chair she's in, wheezing and feeling utterly spent. Also probably stretched wide and exposed, but she doesn't care about that right now at all.
The Skreeks finally unbind Willow's wrists, as the second baby is set onto her chest. The light makes it hard to really get a good look at them at first, but it begins to dim.. or rather coalesce into small spiraling horns.
And Willow has to juggle holding them for a bit as she tries to figure out how. Plus, she's tired, and her arms are wobbly. "Well, mystery solved about the horns, at least," she admits as she breathes out and lies there to recover.
The babies start suckling, and Inala lets down Willow's legs. "Hmm, hardly any mess," she notes. "Unicorns really are pure in many respects. What will you name them?"
"I get to name them? You named the skreeks," Willow points out as her legs ease down and ache from being spread for so long. "I never thought about it."
"They took a lot more effort on your part to make," Inala claims. "Skreek give birth easily."
"Solace and Serenity," Willow decides after some thought. "Boring, but probably reasonably fitting."
The post-birth chemicals are already working to make the pain seem distant. "Boring?" Inala asks. "Very unusual for Babel, certainly, but a good omen."
"I'm technically named Nightmare, you know," Willow points out. "Well, the real me, the ... eh, I give up. I'm too confusing."
"Nightmares are cathartic," Inala claims, and pats Willow's flattened belly. "And at least you shouldn't be irresistible to Aeonians anymore."
"Why is that?" Willow has to ask, looking confused.
"Well, because the special blessing I gave you has run its course now," Inala explains. "I still needed some essence of Aeonian after all. And like blood, reproductive fluids can carry a spirit."
"So, you're throwing me away. You got what you wanted from me and... out the window I go?" Willow asks, and even pouts.
"Oh, nothing of the sort," Inala claims. "You don't need my help to seduce unicorns. I just made sure your Mr. Bright would give it his all."
Willow glares. "Are you sure you're not throwing me away?" she asks, "Am I your daughter now too?"
"Our relationship is complex," Inala notes. "Do you want to be a Yodhinala?" she asks.
"Sometimes, maybe," Willow admits. "I want to matter and be accepted, I guess."
"You always matter," Inala says, and brushes Willow's cheek. "Not just as a unicorn, either. I don't know where you even got this body from. You're important to all of us."
"Yes, I suppose I'm a delightful little puppet," Willow admits, and yawns. Cranky, likely from all that work.
"Well, you deserve some rest," Inala says, as the rats brings in more blankets to cover mother and unitots with. "Gorphat can't be too hard on you."
"I'm not so optimistic," Willow mutters as she sort of curls into those blankets and yawns widely. Sleep would be so good right now. So good. She doesn't even really notice when her eyes do finally close.