It's always a gamble coming to the Temple of Gorphat, because it's never known ahead of time what form Gorphat will decide on. But it's still a surprise to become the doe formerly known as Taahira. There's only a moment to adjust before the sounds of centipedes can be heard and the ache in her gums begins to throb.
"Oh come on!" the doe squeaks as she grabs her mouth, then starts running circles in the room. Maybe if she keeps moving, nothing can hurt her! She also has to wonder why she even came here. Some sort of stupid urge again she just had to scratch; except that at Gorphat's Temple just means a lot more scratching, and worse.
And there's that itch that comes with being the doe as well. So far she seems to outrunning the centipedes, until one drops down onto her from the ceiling and grabs onto one of her ears with its mandibles. And her mouth is starting to feel wetter than it should, which comes with the taste of something nasty.
The doe flails her arms, trying to get rid of the bug!" "Waaaah!" she yells as she continues to run in a circle. She also has to spit, a lot, trying to get that taste out of her mouth!
One spit blob rattles when it strikes the floor, and there's a dead, blackened tooth inside of it. The rotting flavor increases, and another centipede lands on her shoulder and starts climbing the back of her head.
The doe continues to flail, and runs in a figure eight now while swatting at the bugs! She's not about to give up! She also, unfortunately does have to keep spitting. It's likely a spectacle, but does are easily excitable!
More teeth fall out which each attempt to rid her mouth of the putrid taste, but the flailing does dislodge the first centipede at least. But more are dropping from the ceiling, and the doe can't help but step on some of them as she runs about.
The doe seems to have endless energy as she runs about. Eventually, she does step into some of the goo that is splotched all over the floor now and goes sliding. She windmills her arms like mad ... but ultimately loses her footing and falls right on her face with a thud. "Ow," she mutters to the floor.
This manages to jostle loose the rest of her teeth, which sit in her mouth like rotten nuts. It also leaves her motionless long enough for the centipedes to swarm her - and start chewing holes in ears and 'stitching' them together with their mandibles.
The doe lays there on the floor, whimpering and spitting out bits. "Daghtp," she burbles out, feeling frustrated, annoyed, and her ears in a heck of a lot of pain. But, no point in getting up now, she lost.
The worst part, aside from the pain, is that she can hear the bugs chewing on her ears loud and clear. Eventually the holes are finished and the centipedes lock themselves into them like grommets, along with the series of abandoned heads holding the ears together as well. Everything is pinching and itching and trying not to smell her own breath now. Until she hears the sound of a swaying bucket approaching up the corridor.
The doe pushes up to her hands and knees, wincing. She retches a few times from the smell of her own breath, then starts spitting and trying to clear her mouth out. Granted, her gums ooze, so it may or may not be very helpful for long ... but she has to, the smell and taste is horrid.
With another batch of centipedes forming a choker around her neck, and locking through the holes in her ears it's difficult to tell the direction of noises accurately. But Otto's bucket always comes from the hall beyond her suite, the echoes off the stone walls amplifying it into a bell of dread. When the sound stops, it usually means the big rat has arrived. "You ready?" Otto asks, as if the doe is supposed to know what she's ready for somehow.
The doe's head shoots up. "Reathy for wath?" the doe asks as she turns her head back while shaking Being half-deaf as a bunny triggers all sorts of terrors, after all. HEr moth also hangs a bit open, which means the putrid smell that comes from it soft of wafts out, and is almost visible. The thick greenish drool that comes out is quite visible.
"You need t' come to de' library," Otto says. "Jes' follow me." When he turns his back to the doe, she can't help but notice his shoulders and butt, which makes her crotch itch even more.
The doe struggles to her feet to follow. Granted she'll have to waddle since she's already moved one hand between her legs to scratch and fondle her own crotch. Even while walking. Bunnies.
It doesn't really help of course. And Otto has to pause for her to catch up. But then they pass the dormitories where the bargorphat and barmaab acolytes are kept. Even with her ears restrained the way they are, the doe can hear the coughing sneezing that is part and parcel of serving Gorphat (at least when just starting out). There's also the buzzing of their horrib guardians (or keepers). The buzz doesn't have any problem getting though her skull.
The doe actually has to pause every so often to have an orgasm right in the hallway for playing with her bits. And it does absolutely nothing to help the 'itch', it's just as strong before, and after. But at least she makes the halls have sounds of happy moans instead of just sneezes now and then. The horrib sounds, though, help her to focus some and she hurries a lot faster when she hears that; bunnies are prime horrib targets!
Her own sounds draw attention. Several Eeee and Skreek heads poke into the hallway to see what's happening. "Dat a bunny?" on of the Skreeks asks, before coughing wetly and spitting.
"Eee!" goes the bunny and she hurries after Otto before her hormones completely take over and she humps them all into oblivion.
"Now you wanna rush?" the big Skreek says, and picks up his pace. At least it will make the journey shorter if she's not waddling!
She's not waddling, but she is drooling, out of her mouth and from between her legs. Boy, she leaves a fragrant trail.
"You s'posed to be doin' dat?" Otto has to ask. There's more light up ahead, so someone must be in the library at least.
"Ah unno," the doe babbles. Right now she just wants to get to the library. Her left hand is also grabbing at Otto's butt and she can't stop it.
"I kin hold yer hand if you can't see well," Otto offers, figuring that is why the doe is grabbing him. "Or you need something else?"
"Ah wunna hump ya till ya passth out," the doe babbles, then just grabs onto his tail to give her hand something to do.
"Oh," Otto says, then turns towards the doe. "Gotta schedule though," he notes as he gets his pants that are more holes than fabric off.
And the doe practically tackles the large rat! Drooling disgustingly, she buries her face right in his crotch and starts licking and trying to suck on things to get it all ready. She doesn't even ask for dinner first, no, she just goes into full-on-beast-rut brain the moment she sees naked rat.
Otto says something.. or makes a noise at least.. the doe isn't really in a state to be certain. But it isn't long before the rat is at full attention, and because the doe's lust is contagious, she's soon being pinned up against the wall of the tunnel and being rutted.
And the doe sounds ... well, like an animal. She's not making any coherent words, any, she's just babbling, drooling, and pushing back against the rat as he pounds into her. At least it helps some with the itch, even if it completely destroy's any sort of pride or dignity she tries to act like she has. But one thing is sure, she's heck of a snug, muscular fit, and it spasms a lot. Feels good for men likely, but less so for her.
Otto isn't usually this rough or feral, and as a result he doesn't last long before he pops. That doesn't slow him down though, he just tries harder. It's a good thing the walls down here are damp and covered in cave moss and lichen, but the point where her ears are pinned to the back of her neck causes irritation for the doe.
The popping helps her, in that it does provide her some of her mind back, but she's still going at it as the hormones are still quite in control, and even if it hurts and she's stretched, she's ring that rat for all he's worth and then some. Even the pain in her ears and neck aren't stopping her from really clenching and rolling those childbearing bunny hips.
It becomes a bit much for Otto, who has to ease up. But only so he can sit down and then lie on his back, giving the doe free reign while he tries to catch his breath.
And Taahira is right on top of him and bucking up and down like mad. She's also gripping like an iron fist, and drooling all over the poor rat! Hopefully he has no sense od smell because her breath might kill a rhugrhat.
Given the sort of duties Otto has, his nose is either very forgiving or Skreeks just have a high tolerance for such odors. He tries to buck a few times, but realizes he can't keep up, so just tries to fondle the doe's breasts so they aren't bobbing around so much. "Rrrrr, you in heat or sumthin?" he wheezes.
The doe just sort of growls at him when she looks down with eyes that lack any sort of intelligence behind them! "Gimme!" she burble-drools at him as she clench-milks his bit, trying to get another release or two out of him if she can. Her chest bounces and rolls in his hands, and they also leak a little.
"I guess dat means yes...rrrrr," the rat gasps, and has another pop drawn out of him. It's nothing like the first, but Otto has probably built up a lot of stamina in his time serving the temple.
And the doe doubles down and grinds hard for a third. Three's the charm to give her a reprieve from this horrible curse Gorphat inflicted on her. It seems like she has no intention of letting him get up until he gives it up one more time.
Otto tries to discourage the doe for a bit, but then gives in and rolls over on top of her and starts really pounding her hard as he gives in to the rut. The doe's whole pelvis is starting to ache from the impacts, possibly due to the floor being a lot less padded than the walls.
Pain means nothing to the driving lust of the damn curse. She'll pay for it afterward, but right now her body is demanding that final release before it'll release her mind. She's growling, too, which is really bizarre for a bunny!
Otto actually bites her (but if she had teeth she'd probably be biting too) on her shoulder near her neck, and really bends his back for the final push. He produces something, but it's pretty clear he isn't going to go another round.
The bite makes the doe cry out, and that last push seems to snap her back to reality. Then all the pain in her ears, hips and insides hits her all at once. She starts bawling like an overly drool-y baby.
It takes some time before Otto unclenches. "Eh, you hurt?" he manages to ask. "Sorry, I'm big."
"No you, is de curse, ah hate it! You big, but dat nice," the doe bawls, sniffles, and wipes at her eyes. "Shoul' git going while it not driving me crazy anymore."
It still takes a minute before Otto can pull out. Then he's got his pants back up, and picks up the doe so she doesn't have to walk the rest of the way. "Library right up ahead," Otto promises.
The doe buries her face in his neck! And drools on it, and down his back.
So Otto carries her into the library. "Why you make so much noise out dere!" another Skreek voice complains. "Dat's the courier? I didn't expect no Lapi, thought it'd be a Skreek."
"Courier?" Taahira blurts out and looks up from Otto's shoulder. "I summoned to jus' deliver somthingtht?" she growls out in all her gooey toothlessness. Soon she's quirmed out of his arms and back onto her feet. "Where, an wha? I wanna git dis over wit."
Crabs seems taken aback by the outburst, but does gesture for the bunny to follow him as he heads into the stacks.
The doe follows after crabs, and is still leaving a trail. She also grabs his butt out of habit. "Why ya thinth I be skreek," she spittles.
"Aaah!" Crabs barks when he's grabbed. "Onna count of the job, see?" he says, a little nervously. He finally stops at one of the many large ceramic jars in the library, and wipes some dust off to show the catalog symbols. "Dis should be it.." he mutters.
The doe plays with his butt and tail for a moment, then forces herself to let it go, looking flustered. Her attention now turns to the shelf and the jars. As she wipes off her drooly-lips she asks, "Wha is it?"
"Dey's little.. dee-toe-exifier leeches," Otto says as he unscrews the jar, which lets out a foul odor. "But dey is fragile outside of a body, and once inside hard to get back out. Open your mouth fer me?"
"Say wha?" The doe asks as she takes a few steps back and then clamps her hands over her mouth!
"Norm'lly, they go up de pooper," the Skreek explains. "But dat not good for movin' 'em. I jes' need to look at your mouth.."
The doe does not look happy. But she also can't keep her mouth covered, or inhale that smell for that long, so she has to drop her hands. "Fine," she spittles, and opens her mouth.
"Oh.. wow," Crabs says, and covers his nose. "You got.. plenty holes.. hold on.." He takes a pair of small wooden tongues from his apron, and fishes around in the jar until brings up a tiny squirmy thing that looks like an inflated maggot. "Just open realllly wide now," the rat requests.
Taahira's left eyelid twitches. "Oh, they are so not going to..." she thinks and ends up looking upward while opening her moth really wide. She also wrings her hands together and dances from foot to foot.
The fidgeting nearly makes Crabs drop the leech as he's maneuvering it into the doe's mouth. But he does get it set into the goo-producing spot that used to hold a molar. "You perfect for dis," the Skreek croons, and gets another leech. "When dey all in, you stop oozing."
If the doe could speak, she might say whee. Instead, she stands there, twitching and looking both frustrated and kind of grossed out. "Why are you doing this to me, Mother Gorphat?" she wonders.
"Gorphat always has a solution, if'n you look hard enough," Crabs croons, though it's only a coincidence since he couldn't have heard Taahira's silent question. More leeches go in, and.. the oozing does diminish. "Like little babes in a bed.." the Skreek claims.
The doe makes some sort of mangled mutter at that comment. Her ears try to twitch, then they hurt more and she stops. Gah! This is just ... yuck.
At least they don't squirm much. It takes awhile to fill in all the spots. "Don't clamp her jaws down or.. you know.. try to chew," Crabs warns. "I can give you a mouth guard to keep dat from happening. It's actually jes' a rubbing ball. Pretty sure it's rubber."
The jar is finally sealed up again, and Crabs sets it back on the shelf.
"Guard be good, prolly," The doe admits as she closes her mouth a little bit, and then sighs. "Where do dese gross things go?" she asks.
"To the doctor at Mt. Blakat," Crabs says, and heads back out to the table area. Where all of them are cluttered as the task of organizing everything continues.
The doe follows, looking all icked out and feeling gross in her mouth. "'Er, she crazy," the doe insists, "But fine. I go dere now unless you need somethin' more?"
After rummaging through a drawer, Crabs holds up a.. lump. It's green, but when he squeezes it it flexes. "I think this might be some kinda sponge," he says, and pats the table top as if inviting the doe to hop up and have a seat.
Taahira hops up onto the desk and sits there, getting comfortable. "Dat weir lookin', she babbles.
"Open up, let's see if it fits," he says, holding out the sponge.
The doe eyes the rat oddly, then just shrugs and opens wide again.
The rat takes some time shaping the sponge-blob before setting it into the doe's mouth. "Alright, close gently and nod your head if it's comfortable."
The doe closes her jaws slowly, worried both about how it may fit, and more how it may taste.
It doesn't taste of anything, yet, but then it hasn't had time to soak up her mouth juices. It's not uncomfortable, but it's definitely.. there. It keeps her mouth from closing all the way, so her lips are always slightly parted though. "So how is it?" Crabs asks.
The doe considers it for a bit, then shrugs a little and nods to indicate it feels fine, if just, well, odd.
"Great, no we need to test it," Crabs says with a nod, and reaches out to start fondly Taahira's chest. "Wow, soft and fluffy.."
This makes the doe make an odd muffled 'blerp'? What is he trying to do? The chest fondling makes her squirm and wiggle!
"Hmm, seems to be keeping in place," the rat notes, so he leans in and suckles a bit, holding onto the doe's waist so she doesn't squirm so much.
The doe goes meeef! That feels nice, and she now worries it might make her curse kick back in! She keeps squirming and then pushes at him!
"Er, sorry," Crabs says, letting go of the teat but then nuzzling at her neck and trying to get her onto her back on the table. "Jes.. gotta.. make sure it won't.. uh.. fall out.. I think?" he's starting to sound a bit twitterpated.
The doe ... struggles some, but also knows the curse cannot be fought and it infects others too. So soon she's on her back and spread-legged. The poor girl's nethers are as usual inflamed, slick, and ready to go. They even twitch open.
It isn't clear if Crabs even notices that before he's on top of her, his apron twisted around to one side. He's clearly more affected than Otto was, but isn't quite into a rut yet. He's also skinny enough that he isn't going to squash her.
The doe wraps her legs around him and pulls him to her! And with some expert wiggles, she gets him into her! This makes her eyes sort of roll back into her head as her brain starts to shut off again and her hips start rolling.
The sponge seems to be stuck to the roof of her mouth, so at least she's not going to swallow it. And Crabs keeps nuzzling and licking and fondling. But he's starting to buck a bit harder, so the curse (or blessing) if getting to getting to him more strongly.
The doe pushes at the ball thing with her tongue to see if it will unstick, sticking is worrying! But she's also growing more and more distracted from the loin itch and inflammation. As he bucks harder, so does she!
Eventually they pair are scooting across the table by inches. Crabs gets progressively more feral, until he pops before they can take a tumble off of the other side. "Glirch!" he exclaims. "Uh.. sorry.. not my.. best.. effort.." he then apologizes.
"Iffbmfokmf," The doe claims, then reaches up to see if she can extract the rubber thing and actually talk.
It takes a few tugs to get to peel off the roof of her mouth. "Did it stay in alright?" Crabs says, sliding off to the floor and helping the doe to her feet.
"Yah," the doe says once she gets it out. She peers at it a bit more, then puts it back into her mouth. "Igodlvththings," she mutters around it.
"Hmm?" Crabs replies. "We better see if it can be dislodged by accident," he says, and turns the bunny around so he can bend her front of the table for round two.
The doe tries to pull it back out! "I nee to deliver dis stuff!" she squeaks as the rat is trying to manhandle her.
"Oh right.. something is messing with me head.." Crabs says, and backs off.. but not before squeezing bunny butt. "Dis is weird. Does it happen often around you?"
"Yeth. I shough go," The doe says as she scoots away from the skreek before something else happens!
"There should be some escorts waitin' in the temple," Crabs calls. "Look for de guys with big eyes on their shirts."
The doe shoves the rubber thing back in her mouth and gives the skreek a thumbs-up! She hurries towards the exit before she gets waylaid again! She does know how to get to the exit, at least!
Lai are very good at running. The doe isn't even winded when she reaches the main temple. The usual culprits are hanging out near the entrance, wearing their unofficial uniforms. Although this time it's just the three Eeee; Fox, Slash and Shiv. "I hope de guy get here soon," Foz is complaining. "Don't wanna be on Mr. Blakat in the dark."
The doe marches right up to them and then points at Foz. "Ihetnrepth," she declares assertively. She also flaps her arms.
The lads stare in confusion. "Eh, are you.. lost? Need a Yodh?" Foz asks the gesticulating naked bunny. "What's with her ears?" Slash whispers to his brother. Shiv just shrugs.
The doe stamps her foot and repeats the gibberish. She stops, sighs, then has to pry the rubber thing out of her mouth. "I am da courier. Y' supposed to take me to Mt. Blakat," she finally manages out and shakes the odd rubber thing at them.
"Oh!" Foz says then goes and tries to pick up Taahira. "I think we can do this with two, you get to scout Slash," he says, and then pulls some sort of harness from a nearby sack.
"Jus' be careful an don go all weird!" Taahira demands and even bounces the rubber thing off his forehead. She catches it back in her right hand, then stuffs it back into her mouth.
The Eeee barely notices, as he's trying to untangle straps. At least it isn't rope. "Dis goes through here, up the tower, down the drain.. ah, got it!" He then proudly holds out something that looks a straight-jacket for nudists. "You need help puttin' it on?"
The doe swipes it and snorts at the man for good measure. She peers at it this way and that, then tries to fit it on by herself. She's only going to ask for help if she absolutely must.
It take a bit to figure out. There are straps for the body, legs and shoulders.. it just isn't apparent which are which until she tries them on. There are also a lot of wooden rings that don't seem to have a clear purpose, but add to the confusion. There's also a chest strap that squashes her breasts. The straps aren't exactly zolk, so the fabric is a bit itchy on the exposed bits.
There's a whole lot of grumbling as the doe works through it, and has to scratch at irritated bits as straps are put in place. It's probably at least half an hour before she things she has it right and presents herself to Foz to see if he agrees it is right or not. One thing is sure, it's not comfortable.
"That looks uncomfortable," Foz notes. He and Shiv have much less elaborate harnesses on, in that they just cover their chests and shoulders. But they also big wooden rings in the center, and Slash helpfully pulls out some cord from the sack. Not rope.. it's thinner. Probably the sort used on airships, so that might be made of zolk - just the cheaper kind. They're very brown looking.
The doe does not look convinced. She crosses her arms over her chest and just ... waits for them to tie things on, or something. She figures they're planning to just carry her without a basket to Mt. Blakat. She's not going to freak out and amuse them!
The cord is looped through the various rings and tied in very bizarre knots. Tulani would probably be able to recognize them if she wouldn't be laughing the whole time. "Alright!" Foz finally says. "Slash get you launched. Helps if you hold your breath, that usually keeps people from screaming." Slash gets behind the doe and grabs on to two of the rings on her back. The tension tightens things and makes it hard to breathe.
This makes the doe suck in deep! At least other forms have flown so it shouldn't freak her out too much, but .. gah, so degrading! Gorphat must be mad at her. And Gods knows what she may have asked the doctor do to her when she gets there! She best not even think about that. She closes her eyes and just ... hopes not to die!
Slash carries her up and the other two launch as well, and then Slash apparently throws her higher so there's some slack while the carrier Eeee climb. It results in a slight jerk, but lots of swinging back and forth as things get sorted out. "Grab the lines!" Slash calls from behind. "It helps!"
IF her mouth wasn't full, she'd probably be swearing so much she could make a pirate blush. So, she relies on scowling a lot and then flail-grabbing for those lines as she's jostled and tossed about! She does wonder if they are trying to kill her!
At least grabbing onto the line stops her from spinning or tumbling, and with a little practice she can pull on one or the other to compensate for the natural drifting of the Eeee. Slash is off in the lead at that point, making sure nothing is going to jump out at them, since they're still flying below the main 'street' level of Babel. The Streets Below are largely abandoned by now, but those that remain tend to do so more for nefarious purposes than because of being destitute. And bunny vision is not made for this. It's great at detecting movement in low light, but everything is moving and architecture seems to just appear out of nowhere.
The doe is near-panicked, and gripping those lines tight. She's also angry, and wondering what she did to deserve this torture! The flying by architecture isn't helping either. She ends up closing her eyes so she doesn't have to see things sort of pop into view. That at least helps her calm down some! Maybe they're just going to ram her into a building, or sell her to some slavers in the streets below. Or maybe something even horrible!
She doesn't get slammed into anything though, and the sponge keeps her from clenching her jaw. It's not as bad with her eyes closed at least. It seems like forever, but despite it's sprawl Babel isn't so wide that it can't be flown across in short order to experienced flyers. And the routes between the two refugee camps are well known to Foz's gang. After fifteen or twenty minutes, they're out from under the city proper and Taahira can feel the shadows recede. This is both a relief and also a little frightening because Lapi generally do not like being exposed to the sky if it can be avoided.
The doe opens one eye and yanks the lines in reflex before she quells the panic that started to well up! She's exposed. Naked, suspended in a harness, and being taken to a butcher of a doctor. Why, nothing is wrong at all! Surely the doctor won't want to experiment on her, right? Gah, happy thoughts, happy thoughs, maybe they'll drop her and she'll die before they get there. That's happy, right?
Soon the city is mostly behind them, and they're approaching Mt. Blakat. It looks bleak, and then the shanty town comes into view. The one tent that stands out is the medical one, but before they get close enough to land a Yodhblakat is up with them, holding a pike with a nasty looking serrated claw of a blade at one end. "You the Gorphat guys," she yells. "What's with the fuzzball?"
"Special courier for the doctor," Foz calls back. "Dunno if we're delivering or picking up though. I think delivering."
Taahira almost makes a rude gesture at the Yodhblakat, but thinks better of it pretty quickly. Plus it helps she has hands busy gripping lines!
"Don't let her puke on anyone!" the Yodhblakat commands, probably just as an excuse to be intimidating. She can't demand tribute from other Yodh afterall, even those these guys are technically volunteers and not part of the temple proper. But she leaves them alone and the come in for a landing, with Slash landing first so he can catch the doe before she touches the ground on her own. "Off! Hey, you're nice and soft," he says after the catch.
The descent and the catching makes the doe squeak out loud. It's also good that she's got that thing in her mouth or she would have bitten down repeatedly, this time included! His comment then gets her looking at him oddly and he tries to detangle herself from him before he goes all weird and humpy!
This isn't easy at first, since he has to undo the knots on her harness. "You know how long yer gonna be?" Slash asks her. "If it's gonna be quick, it's not worth it take the harness off." Of course once he makes that an option, the collection of straps and ties begins to feel uncomfortable again.
The doe has to work the ball out of her mouth. "I dunno 'ow long. Can leave them for now and remove iffin needed," she suggests, then shrugs some. They may be uncomfortable, but the whole mountain is uncomfortable, frankly.
A minute later and the doe is freed from her flight pods. And the doctor's tent is there in front of her, smelling like blood and misery.
The doe's ears would be down if they weren't already. Not being able to hear right is already driving her near-crazy, and now she has to go into that tent. She takes a deep breath through her mouth, then marches towards the tent; hoping to get through this without too much trauma! She hasn't been under the Dr's care for some time, but still remembers all the gear that one fitted to her. She lifts the flap back, then steps through. "I gots a delivery for you from Mt. Gorphat," she declares a bit slurred.
It's actually Swix there, mopping up something. "For me?" he asks in confusion.
"Some sorta leech t'ings?" The doe says. She opens her mouth wide and points to the ones attached to her gums. "Gotta remove em t' get em," she slurs in explaining.
"Oh, you want momma?" the Naga asks. "Wait here, don't die," he says and puts his mop aside to go through the partition separating the clinic from the back of the tent.
"Ah, yes, the one like a child," Taahira things as she waits with her arms crossed over her chest. Her right foot thump-taps nervously upon the floor.
Dr. Sesstha then emerges, sweeping the curtains aside as she slithers forward. "How many?" she asks the doe. "What happened to your earsss?" is next.
"However many they fit in mah mouth," Taahira explains, "And mah earths are a punishment from Gorphat for dithpbeying her." She then opens her mouth to show the attached leeches and such.
"Hmm, jusssst enough," the doctor says after leaning in an turning her head to stare into the doe's mouth with one full eye. "Have you been inssstructed on the transssfer method?"
"No? I figured tweezers?" the doe suggests hopefully.
"Nnnoooo," the serpent says. "How ssstrong isss your tongue?"
"Erm, okay I guesth?" The doe suggests, then frowns.
"Ssswix, go fetch Mr. Abnermol from the quarantine tent," the doctor tells her son, who nods and slithers out in a hurry. "These leaches are to help with certain dissssorders and infections of the blood," the doctor explains. "But they cannot be attached exsssternally. They mussst work inssside the hosst and grow there."
"That sounths icky," The doe admits, her brow furrowing a little. "You can't just tweaser dem off and put then in de guy?" She doesn't like where this is going.
"It isss besst if they move to the new hosst on their own," the doctor says, "but if it isss too difficult we can transssfer them manually, but sssome may not make it."
"Oookay, we see," the doe says non-committally. She's fidgeting a while lot more and looks around a bit. "You gonna work on me too?" she asks worriedly.
"Do you have a medical sssituation?" the doctor asks, as Swix returns carrying an Eeee man who is either very old are very emaciated.
"No, nothin' in particular. Just Gorphat likes 'urtin' me," the doe admits and shrugs a little. The man then gives her pause. "He don' ook goo," she says.
"His kidneys are failing," the doctor notes, and gestures for the man to be laid out on the table.
"Mebbe git him thom adultneys?" The doe suggests.
The doctor's tongue slowly extends to its full length as she looks at the doe, then slowly draws back in. "Barring that, we have you," she says.
"Wha? I don haf any kids," the doe claims and holds up her hands.
"You have a mouth full of them," the doctor points out, as Swix begins tying the poor man down. The doctor pulls the cork on a jug and the tent fills with the scent of alcohol.
The alcohol smells better than her breath, so the doe doesn't mind that being opened. "Dose aren't kids," she points out a bit argumentatively. "'Ow do dey help?"
"They are technically larva, which are kidsss after a fasshion," the doctor explains as she pours some of the alcohol into a bowl, and then throws an assortment of sharp implements into it as well, along with a leather-wrapped bone from something. Probably a hog.
"Muth you be tho creepy?" the doe has to ask. She'd pull on her ears, but they're already constantly pulled on anyway. "Wha are dose for?" she asks about the bowl.
"Sssurgical toolss need to be asss ssterile asss possible," Sesstha explains. "We do not all have accessss to divine.. goo.. or whatever it isss the Yodhgorphat make use of. I need to shave away the fur over one of thisss mansss kidneyss sso that an incission can be made."
The doe makes a face. "Ugh, don wanna see dat," she admits in stereotypical doe aversion to blood fashion.
"We can blindfold you then, ssso long asss you do your part," the Naga says, plucking a chitin razor from the bowl.
Swix retrieves the wrapped bone, and places it in the man's mouth. "If you bite too hard you break teeth," he warns the barely-lucid old man.
"Dat worse!" the Doe squeaks!
"You ssserve the Temple of Gorphat, do you not?" the doctor asks as she starts cutting away the fur on one side of the man's abdomen.
"Yah, so?" the doe asks as she can't help but watch the poor old guy get shaved.
"You are ssspecially equipped to perform thiss tassk," Sesstha reasons. "You will use your 'blessssings' to sssave thisss man'ss life. Isss thiss your firsst time?"
"Yeth," the Doe claims; which is true for the doe!
The doctor finishes shaving a patch of skin as big as the doe's paw on the patients right side, that splashes some alcohol on the area (which causes the man to make a very high-frequency noise around his bite guard). She selects a few items from the bowl: an knife with a very small obsidian blade, and something like a pair of chiton spreaders which look like scissors with the blades turned flat to one another. "Do you require a blindfold? You will need to act ssswiftly once the organ iss opened up. Tell me you are not sssqueamish about blood?"
The doe hugs herself. "I kin deal," she claims, "Justh tell me wath to do before you do anything. Don wanna haf to ask after yannow?"
"The grubsss sshould react to the blood once it comess into contact with them," Sesstha explains. "You ssshould then be able to push them into the kidney. Asss many asss you can within a minute."
"How long isss your tongue?" the Naga then asks.
The doe sticks out her tongue. It's longer that a typical Lapi for ... well, reasons probably known to Gorphat to leave her with a more Eeee-like tongue. "Pretty long," she spittles.
"Exccccelent, the deeper you can go the better," the doctor says. "I will cut accordingly. Pleassse kneel down asss close asss posssible to ssave time, and have your tongue ready to pussh once you feel a grub loosssen itss hold in your gum."
The doe makes a face and twitches, a lot. She shuffles slowly closer to the man and then kneels down next to him. Close leans she has to lower her nose down to near the bare patch, which means ... yay, she can see a knife up close!
"Closse your eyess for the incisssion," the doctor instructs. "You do not want to get blood in them. I'll let you know when to open them again."
"How kind of you!" the Doe thinks and then does close her eyes. Her hands grip each other and fidget a lot.
Even with her ears laced back, she can hear the sound of the scalpel, and the muffled screams of the patient. She even feels her face get spattered a bit. It's taking a good bit of time it seems. And then she can smell.. well, it's not blood, it's diseased flesh and blood. "Open your eyesss, act quickly," the doctor says in a reptilian monotone.
The doe does open her eyes and moves her tongue to see if anything is, er, loose. She doesn't want to think too much about it, or smell, it. Or, well anything otherthan get the thing and put her tongue where she'd rather not!
The light is dim, thankfully, because the spreaders are exposing tissue that does not look health. It's also oozing blood. "Swish sssome in your mouth if you have too," the doctor advices, but the two grubs filling in where her bottom incisors should be seem to be wiggling at least.
The does does, and then tries to get at least one of those grubs out. If she does manage it, she winces and then sticks out her tongue. What she has to do next is .. ugh. She basically has to kiss the open wound as if it were some sort of desirable lover. Meaning she has to shove her tongue in, and deep. In bloody, infected tissue. As if her breath wasn't bad enough...
The first grub pops and rides her tongue, along with.. well, what normally comes out of her gum holes. Who knows what affect it will have! And for a herbivore it extra unpleasant. But that's just one so far, and she needs to keep packing in as many as she can.
Her fluff is sticking straight out at this point and she's quivering like mad. She goes as deep as she can, then pulls her tongue back and tries to get another one to do it all again! And who knows how many patients she has to treat after this one!
She manages to get five of the little monsters into the wound before the doctor says, "Time iss up! Musst close!" And those five were the ones in the front of her mouth.
The doe jerks her head back, then gets up and runs circles in the room while flapping her arms. "Ew, ew ew ew ew ew ew!" she repeats over and over.
Swix is there with a cup of lemon water, but the doe is already beginning to drool again from the now exposed holes at the front. This is causing the grubs nearest the vacancies to wiggle a bit.
In one of her passes, she grabs the water and uses it to sort of rinse her mouth out! Ugh! Her hand without the water glass keeps flapping in frustration and general squick-iness.
"Does it burn?" Swix asks, thinking the citrus is what is causing the reaction.
"Nooooooo," the doe whines. "Just, ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww."
"Do you need the privy?" Swix asks next.
"No!" the doe all but shouts, looking flustered.
The Naga hugs the mug to his chest and looks anxious. "What do you need?" he tries asking.
"Nothing just ... that was gross!" the doe complains.
"No, only five," Swix replies, and counts it off on his fingers. "Five. Not gross. Gross is.. way more. Dozen dozen."
"No no, having to lick an open wound is gross!" the doe squeaks. "Ew, ew, ew, ew."
"Oh," Swix says, and sort of bobs his head in agreement, whether he understands or not. "Can I see?" he asks, and opens his mouth wide to indicate what exactly he wants to see.
Taahira opens her mouth wide. She knows he's a bit simple, but the doe doesn't officially, so she can't act like she knows, so ... yeah, humor his asks.
Swix leans in close, and lifts a finger to poke at one of the nearest grubs, until it pops over into one of the vacated from spaces. "They move!" he says with.. glee?
This makes Taahira jump backwards and close her mouth! "Warn me iffin you do dath," the doe squeaks as she tries to calm her fast-beating heart.
"Don't you need them in front though?" the boy asks. He hasn't flicked his tongue in awhile, so probably knows that the does breath 'tastes' bad.
The doe winces, knowing the snake is kind of right about that. She opens her mouth again, but doesn't look happy about it. She does close her eyes.
It's clearly amusing for Swix, like some sort of disgusting toy. He pokes that talon in and scoots the grubs over one at a time. The doe can feel them sort of clamp in when they get to an empty spot (it isn't really clear if the things have a front and back or top and bottom). They keep wiggling after they find their the holes. Maybe they caught a whiff of the blood from earlier. The other downside to this method is that the gooey drool puddles in her mouth while things get rearranged.
The doe starts flapping her arms again when too much pools up. The momeht she can tell the snake stops poking, she runs into a corner of the tent and spits on the floor! "Guh," she whines. She starts shaking again and hugs herself.
Swix responds to this.. by spreading sand on it from a nearby bucket. "Swix!" the doctor calls. "Take thiss patient to the recovery tent." The Eeee is apparently passed out, either from too much pain or because the doctor gave him something.
"Will he beth oka?" Taahira asks of the doctor once she can clear her mouth enough.
"We ssshould know in a day," Sesstha says. "I am confident. There wass not excesssive blood losss, and I do not use up painkiller on those I know will not sssurvive."
"No enough supply?" the Doe asks.
"There isss never enough sssupply," Sesstha claims. "I mussst learn to depend more on what isss readily available. Sssuch asss your mouth guests."
"Why no ask fer more from Gorphat's temple?" the doe inquires. "Dey produce stuffs."
"Thiss iss the firsst trial of sssuch collaboration," the doctor notes. "The patientsss have no hope otherwissse, ssso the rissk iss small compared to the potential benefitsss."
"Othay," the doe concedes.
The next patient is carried in: a very young Screek, with mother close on Swix's tail. The child looks like it's just skin and bones.
The doe's eyes go big. "Wha wrong with him?" she asks, voice softer and a little less freaked out.
"Bad parasssites," Sesstha says, having the child set belly down on the table. "Ssstubborn oness. But, I think better parasssitesss kill them."
"Oooooo, gutworms?" Taahira asks and moves a little closer.
"Yesss, not good onesss that play nice either," the doctor notes, putting a hand on the child's neck to check the pulse. "Poissonous."
"Bleh, bad," the doe comments. "Gotta cut belly open?"
"But, that trickle of poissson ssshould lead the grubsss right to the sssource," the doctor says, then looks to the doe and shakes head. "Already a hole, too weak to operate."
"Wha hole?" Taahira asks worriedly.
"Tail hole," Sesstha says, and lifts the limp tail. The entry is exposed since the child has been losing fur. It looks simultaneously inflamed and dried out.
"Ya gotta be kiddin, righ?" Taahira asks and looks sorta wilted. "Is 'e a leasth clean?"
"She hasssn't eaten in daysss, and isss dehydrated," the doctor claims. "Ssso, asside from the poissson it should be clean. You have your.. ssslime. That ssshould lubricate thingsss a bit."
"Dat no appealing," the doe grumbles as she shuffles closer. She's also trying to get one of those worm-slug-things on her tongue before she has to ... ugh. The doe leans down, closes her eyes, and kisses the skreek's butt. It does take her a minute before she can force herself to actually push with her tongue against it. She can't believe she's doing this; and worse, it's not like she can imagine doing anything else instead. If yer kissin' a but, yer kissin' a butt.
There's something foul that isn't what she expected to be foul. But it really gets the attention of the grub, so she only has to push it in an inch or so. Hopefully her goo is proof against the toxic substance being produced by the intestinal parasites. At least there isn't a time limit this time.
The doe winces, and feels a bit queasy from this. She does push it in as deep as she can, as per the instruction before she pulls her tongue back to fish out another one. At least it's not bloody? That's something. Plus no time limit helps. If she ends up having to stop and go puke somewhere, at least she can.
By the third grub, it's all soaked with her own gooey saliva so she as well be tongue-kissing herself. At least the child isn't kicking her or making noises other then wheezes. The downside is it takes deeper pushing now before the grub 'gets the scent' and moves on its own. After five, the doctor says, "That ssshould be enough. We will ssstart her on fluidsss again."
It wasn't as bad as the cut, but it was still pretty awful if nothing else in concept. The mere idea of what she had to do was ... mm. She pulls away and then excuses herself politely. She actually steps outside the tent to retch a few times before returning; to spare the mother having to see or hear it.
The mother and patient are gone when Taahira returns. The doctor turns to the doe and says, "Open up, need to ssseee how many you have left."
The doe opens wide again, and also closes her eyes so she doesn't have to see a snake looming over her.
"Ssss, only a dozen," the doctor notes. "Swix, bring in Miss Ashess," she instructs her son, who quickly slither's away.
Alptraum says, "Thas enough for three more, no? S'ben about 4 or five per, right?" the Doe points out."
"Hopefully," the doctor says, as Swix returns leading an gray-furred Eeee woman who looks like she can barely stand. "We will try four thiss time," the Naga says, as Swix helps the woman onto the table.
"Whawrong wth er?" the doe asks as she moves closer and peers at the Eeee curiously.
"Mammal problemsss," Sesstha says. "Tisssue did not ssshed properly and there isss a toxic infection."
"Oooooooh, hoohoo issues!" the doe says, "I know wha does are." She sounds entirely too happy to know what those are.
"Hopefully you not sssstrain your tongue," the doctor says, then turns to Miss Ashes and explains what they're about to try. "Bugs?" the woman asks in shock. "I jes' got rid of the fleas.."
That makes poor Taahira frown. Of course it couldn't be something easy, could it? "Jes close yer eyes and try to ignore it. I know I vill," she claims. She scoots closer to the Eeee and kneels down in front of her.
It takes a minute to tongue-wrangle grubs into position. Her mouth is so awash with goo that the grubs are more easily moved at least. Miss Ashes is clean at least, despite smelling.. off.
"Dis might be fun, or not. No idea," Taahira warns, right before she pushes the lady wide and puts her head right between; snogging her 'hoohoo', and soon very deeply with her tongue! In normal situations this enjoyable to do! In this situation it's just weird. Especially with an audience.
The woman doesn't taste right, insomuch as the doe can taste anything. However the act itself is causing one of her other blessings to act up as well.
Taahira clenches her eyes tight and tries to think of other things; like the skreek, to quash down any other blessings or urges! She doesn't need to get horny now. It's the worst possible time. So, she tries to focus on the worst things she can think of.
Some of those worse things have the opposite affect.. or else the blessing is retroactively making those things less awful by association.
"Do not lossse count," the doctor reminds her.
Taahira is getting frustrated trying to stop the sensations. The counting, though, that helps. A completely unrelated activity to distract the brain. She is thumping her back foot on the floor though too. Any outlet! Ugh.
The fourth grub is passed along to its new home finally. The doe's muzzle is covered in her own mouth goo though.
Once the doe pulls away, she immediately runs over to the tent wall and uses it to wipe her muzzle off! She's still thumping her foot too, feeling all 'wired' from doing that in ways that are inappropriate. She's drooling from another end now too.
"Are you alright?" Swix asks while the doctor talks to Miss Ashes.
"I'll be fiiiine," the doe claims as she expends energy through her foot. She also starts bonking her forehead on a pole.
"Do you need a wet towel?" the Naga asks next, as if determined to be helpful in the face of insanity.
"Gimme!" Taahira demands and waves her hand at the naga.
Swix fetches a towel that has seen better days and soaks it in the barrel of water at one corner of the tent. Then he wrings it out and soaks it again. And wrings it out again. Then pauses a moment in thought before finally turning back around and offering it to the doe.
"Thanks!" the doe says without looking and uses it to vigorously clean her face! She's worried that if she looked at the naga she might get aroused and jumped him ... and that would not go over well here.
Sesstha has left with Miss Ashes, and is presumably fetching the next patient herself. Foz pokes his head through the tent flap and asks, "Almost done?"
"Two more!" Taahira blurts out! "Two! Two!"
"Alright then," the Eeee says, giving the doe an odd look at the way she said that. He then vanishes, before the doctor returns leading a Skreek man who is walking very carefully.
Taahira doesn't look directly at the skreek. "Whawrong wit dis one?" she asks as she tries to catch and steady her breath. She feels; well ... 'messed up' sums it up so nicely. She doesn't want to lose her focus. In fact, she's debating stabbing her own hand so pain keeps her mind clear.
"He hasss sssevere bruisssing that requiresss draining, ssso perhapsss the grubsss will be effective for sssuch an injury," the doctor explains.
"Do I gotta get on the table?" the man asks in a squeakier voice than usual for a Skreek.
"We can help you up," the doctor assures, and gestures for the man to take his pants (or kilt really) off.
"Bruisin' in what?" Taahira asks warily while twitching.
The Nagas help the man to sit on the edge of the table, and spread his legs to reveal that something big must have kicked him very hard in a very sensitive place. His scrotum is swollen and discolored and still oozing in spots where he's been lanced for drainage.
"Ye aint gonna cut 'em off is ya?" the man asks nervously.
Taahira shrieks and starts trying to climb one of the tent poles! "Aaaaaugh!" she whines. She knew it! She knew it! That's going to make her lose her mind!
So the Skreek nearly panics, but the Nagas have his arms still. "Ssshe isss here from the Temple of Gorphat to help," the doctor says. Which doesn't help. "She's gonna bite em off??" he yelps.
The doe is halfway up the pole, puffed out and looking like a giant ball of cotton. She whimpers. "Iffin I help, I go crazy," she whines."
"What iss the matter?" Sesstha asks.
"His injury location, it mess wit my head! You cots anything that can make me sorta sleepy/numb?" the doe pleads.
"My anaessstheticss are in very ssshort sssupply," the doctor reminds the doe. "Can't you jussst close your eyess?"
"It no heeelp," the doe whines as she slides back down the pole. She knows she can't escape this, so she slowly approaches and kneels down. Sniffling and sort of crying, she does try closing her eyes and fishing out one of the grub-things to, er, lick into those drain-holes.
"Don' bite me please lady," the Skreek chatters. The grub isn't being cooperative, since going from goo to air to other goo isn't what it wants. Which means the doe may need to get more of the target into her mouth for the grub to cooperate.
The doe looks unhappy, so maybe she does look like she's gonna bite it off. Certainly when she pulls more into her mouth using her tongue and hands it could seem like it. Except, well, no teeth! She's twitching again and looking rather, uh, frizzed.
At least it's easier to get the grubs to cooperate, even if it looks like the Skreek is about to pass out when he feels things moving down there.
It's got to be one of the least-sexy moments ever. It's like some demented demonic granny decided to enact a porn scene from a novel. That doesn't really help the doe, who's fighting with the feelings and urges that keep popping up as she slowly works a grub or so into that bruised bit. If he doesn't end up sterile, it'll be a miricle.
He's definitely looking faint by the time the fourth one is wedged through. The goo helps the doe to not taste anything this time at least.
The doe spits the bits out and quickly scrabbles backwards on her butt using her hands and feet to shuffle. She still has her eyes closed and is somehow maintaining some sort of control. It's ... not easy, and she's leaving a trail again.
"Swix, take him to recovery," Sesstha says, and once the men are gone she approaches the doe and asks, "Now, what exactly isss wrong?"
"I'm cursed to go into a sexual frenzy if overly sthimulated," the doe growls between moments of bonking her head on a pole again. "And having to doth sthuff to their inthimate biths is stharthing tho thrigger it. It be hard to sthop."
The tongue does another slow flick. "Do you want to borrow the leather-wrapped bone?" the doctor asks.
"For wha?" the doe asks.
"To relieve yoursself, or doesss it need to be with a perssson?" the Naga asks. "I can get one of the men who brought you."
"It gots to be person, or it doesn' help at all. And no, I don wanna lose myself right now. Almost done, mebbe finish without going nuts," the doe claims once she stops beating her head on the pole.
"Try not to dessstroy the tent," the doctor says. "I will fetch the lassst patient." And out she goes.
The doe makes a rude gesture once the doctor leaves.
It's Swix that returns first, and immediately starts cleaning up. "Do you want another towel?" he asks the doe.
"Yah," The doe admits with her head between her knees. She's started crying out of frustration.
Technically it's the same towel again, but damper this time as Swix holds out the towel.
The doe takes the towel without looking up, and just starts wiping her face with it. Eventually, she even blows her nose into it. She tosses it over her shoulder and puts her head back between her knees.
The doctor returns with an Eeee who is clearly a Yodhblakat, obvious from the size if not from the wardrobe, which looks as rag-tag as that of the refugees. She doesn't look happy.
"Ack, can I even help her?" the doe wonders. She pushes herself upright and wipes her face off again. "Whatwrong wit dis one? She look fine fer 'er kin," the dome comments as she wipes at her eyes.
The Yodh throws her left leg up on the table, which sports a large, bloody puncture. "Damned hog gored me," the woman growls. "Itches bad. It has some dead stuff on its tusk."
"Ooooh, you gots an infection! Dat should be easy fer de doc to clean, no?" the doe comments and looks between the doctor and the Yodh.
"It'sss in deep," the doctor notes. "There are early signss of gangrene. Your grubss should prevent that."
"Or you could jus' cut 'er leg off," the dow suggests and looks right at the Yodhblakat. "Dey get off on mutilation and scars."
"I'm too busy for that," the Yodhblakat grumbles. "I'll take the Yodhgorphat treatment from you instead."
"Blakat might git mad getting help from Gorphat," the doe points out. "Ya wanna risk that?"
"I'm taking it from Gorphat," the Yodh clarifies. "Taking things is fine. You gonna resist?"
"Wasn' plannin' on it," Taahira notes and crosses her arms.
"Then hurry it up and do whatever," the Yodh orders.
The doe makes a rude gesture to the Yodhblakat, then marches over and /bites/ her leg right over the wound. It's a good thing she doesn't have any teeth when she does that. Then it's fishing out one of the grubs and /shoving it into the wound, hard. Probably so it hurts more.
The Yodh is obviously gritting her teeth, but refuses to let anything more than that indicate how much pain she's in. She hasn't bathed recently, if ever, so her leg is nasty from being blood-soaked or worse.
The doe grinds it in, trying to make it hurt as much as possible before withdrawing her tongue and getting the next one. Even with tasting nasty, she's too frustrated to care right now, she just wants to make the Yodh uncomfortable.
It doesn't take too long, since the last grubs are basically floating in her 'saliva' by that point. The doe could spit them into the wound before pushing if she wanted too.
Taahira at least is kind enough to push push them in without spitting. Then she pulls her mouth off and does spit on the floor. "Dere, done," she tells the Yodhblakat, then pokes her in the belly. Then she says something horrible. "Given," the doe taunts. Just to see what she'll do.
"You're not a Yodh to be able to do that," the Yodhblakat growls, but doesn't reach for the rabbit. Maybe she realizes that she could catch the doe while limping, and chasing her would make feel like a fool - much less trying to do it from the air.
"Medical persssonel have immunity," Sesstha points out. "That isss the agreement."
That just seems to make the Yodh even more pissed off.
The doe reaches up and grabs the Yodh, then yanks her down and snogs her; complete with oozy slime-breath.
"Glah!" the Yodh says, pushing the doe away and dropping her leg back to the floor. "Gorphat challenged you!" she claims.
The doe goes back, but looks smug anyway! "Thought ya'd be more fun," she gripes and wipes at her mouth.
The Yodh grumbles and gets back to her feet before limping out. But before the flap completely closes behind her, the doe can see a flash of white fur: one of the barinala is out there, probably with the Yodhblakat.
"Eh, dere be some of da prettyboys outh dere," the Doe drools some. Then after spitting again she ask the doctor, "Kin you do anything about de drool?"
"I could try to cauterize the holesss," Sesstha suggests. "Isss there an irritant that causssesss it?"
"Wath sthung in de gums," the doe claims.
"Hmm, that wasss incomprehenssible," the doctor notes. "You ssshould have more larvae embedded, perhapsss. I can temporarily plug them, but I do not know if that will ssstop the oozing."
The doe grumps at that, since there would be no point. "Ith there anthing eth I am suppothed to helpth with?" she asks
"I would like a sssample of your drool," the doctor says, and gets a mostly clean jar. "I sssmellsss awful, ssso probably hasss a therapeutic effect."
"Den mebbe youth thought giveth me a full phythical," the doe claims as she ambles over to a table and just jumps up on it.
"You are a Lapi?" the doctor begins with, and holds the jar to the doe's chin to collect the.. saliva-slime.
"O thought thath wath obvious. Whath elth would I be?" the doe asks.
"I am mossstly familiar with Skreeksss and Eeee," the doctor explains. "Your earsss are held together in an odd manner. Are they normally ssseparated?"
"Yeth, thith ith punishment," Taahira says and whimpers. She holds still for goo-collecting.
"What are you being punished for?" the doctor asks, setting the goo jar aside and fetching a fresh-ish one, but doesn't hold it to the doe's chin.
"I made Gorthpath mad," Taahira notes and shrugs a little.
"I wass not aware sshe wass one of the Kindly Oness that wass eassily angered," the doctor notes, and then starts squeezing one of the doe's breasts while holding the new jar under the nipple. She has very cold hands.
The doe squeaks! "Whath are youth dointh?" she asks. She's not even sure if this form can produce boobgoo.
"You are a mammal," the doctor points out. After a bit more squeezing and tugging, something does come out.. but it's more syrupy than milky. "Although thiss iss not milk."
the doe makes faces too, that hurts! "Whath is thath?" she asks as she peers at whatever does come out.
"Glandular sssecretions," the Naga explains, after getting this flowing pretty well. "Like your gumss, your teatsss may produce sssomething useful. There will need to be experimentsss." The doctor uses her tail to grab a mostly empty flask of something, which she upturns to drain that last drops of whatever it was. She collects quite a bit of syrup, then begins to milk the other breast to try and fill the flask, just in case they produce different things..
Taahira ows, ows, ows as she's milked. Colst hands make it harder, and hurt more. She also has to watch, though, and wonder. What the heck is she making? And why?
After enough is collected, the Naga holds the first jar under the doe's nose and asks, "Doesss thisss sssmell of anything to you?" There is a smell, but she can't quite place it, but it makes her itch down there flare up again.
"Smellths hormional and makths me horny," Taahira admits and jerks her head away.
"Interesssting," the doctor says, a bit too thoughtfully. She caps both containers and places them into a cabinet. "Ass a Lapi doe, are you alwaysss sexually aroussed, or isss thisss part of your punishment?"
"Sorta da former, but moothly the latter," the doe admits, looking frustrated. "AH know, why don' you jus kill me an usth me for parths?"
"What good would your partssss be?" the Naga asks, but doesn't wait for an answer. "Wait here for a moment," she tells the doe, and then slips out of the tent.
The doe would say something, but she's left alone. She spends the time spitting out gunk from her mouth. Bleh.
A few minutes later Sesstha returns, leading a Skreek man who looks middle-aged, but that could mean he's only in his twenties due to the nature of living in the Streets Below. She gestures for him sit on the other table, and retrieves one of the jars.
"Thath a rat, noth a lapi," Taahira helpfully points out. "wha 'e for?"
"Conssstricted blood vessssels," the doctor says, and dips her finger into the 'milk' before brushing it across the man's nose. She sets the jar down, and holds his wrist as if feeling his pulse. "Oi, waz that.. smell.." he says, and seems to perk up.
This makes the doe arch her brow some. "Yer jus gonna geth him ta hump ya like a loon," the doe grouses as she watches the doctor experiment.
"Hmmm?" the doctor responds, then pulls on the waist of the man's pants to see if he's having that sort of reaction. "It ssseems unlikely," she says. Then she gestures for the doe to come over.
Taahira looks suspicious about this. It takes her a good couple of minutes before she slips off the table she was on and walks over.
"Sssit in hiss lap ssso that he can sssuckle," the doctor instructs. "Sssscent may not be enough."
The doe rubs her face. She knows this is a terrible idea from past experiences, but she can hardly ignore the request. So, grumbling as she does so, she slides into the rat's lap.
"Eh, hello?" the man says, awkwardly putting his arms around the doe. After some more encouragement from the doctor he starts sucking, looking very confused.
The doe pats the top of the skreek's head. Probably a bit hard, because she makes it bounce up and down some when she does.
"Mmmf?" the rat responds, whether to the patting or the flow of boob-juice. He certainly starts sucking harder, actually leaning into it more. The doctor is right there though, still monitoring his pulse. "Better," she notes.
"Uhm ... y' migth wanna be carefuth. He may go nuths," the doe warns the doctor as she fidgets nervously.
"He isss showing more energy than usual," the doctor says, and bobs her head. "Nutss? Yess, Skreekss enjoy nutss."
The doe smacks the snake for that comment. "Be seriouth, I am," she burbles at her. "Dis kin get dangerouth."
"I am monitoring hisss vitalsss," the Naga says, barely reacting to the slap. "What isss the danger? Hisss vassodilation isss improving."
"He'll thtart screwing everything alive, including youth," Taahira points out. "Mebbe yer into thath."
"I thought you were unaware of the effectsss of thisss liquid?" the doctor says. "Isss he becoming arrousssed?"
The doe checks by grabbing. Hard. "I know whath effecths I generally cauth! Just noth from whath," the doe grumbles.
"Hmm, that isss a good sssign of improved circulation," the doctor notes, feeling for herself. "You can ssstop now," she tells the man. "I want to ssee how long the effect lassstsss."
The doe tries to push the man off her boob too before she starts having even more problems. "Leggo," she complains.
The Skreek.. eeeks.. at the cold touch, which seems to snap him out of his haze. "What?" he asks as he's pushed back. "I feel dizzy."
"Makin' ya stpth before you go crathy," the doe sputters and quits pushing when the guy seems to snap out of it.
"Ooo, haven't seen dat in a while," the man says, looking down at his pants. Of course, none of this has helped the does own 'blessed' state either. It takes a bit of effort to not start rubbing against the man's leg.
And the doe does start rubbing against his leg, even if she doesn't really want to. She simply cannot stop herself, at all.
"Eh?" the Skreek asks, confused. "You.. uh.. wanna?" he asks the doe. He still has at least half of his teeth.
In spite of herself, and out of absolute frustration, and the fact her brain is now broken ... her answer is to tackle the guy off the table itself and start ripping his clothing off.
There's not much resistance from the clothing, which is mostly rag. "Dat mean yes?" the man has to ask. The doctor's cold hand hadn't softened him at all.
The doe still isn't talking. She just lifts her butt up and plops herself down hard on the guy's, er, hard. At least she has good aim so it goes into the warm and right place, instead of say, bending in half and breaking.
"So.. uh.. so.." the confused Skreek says, before her starts squeezing the doe's chest and sort of wiggling from side to side. "You come here a lot?"
The doctor has to slither around the table to reach them. "Thisss may cause sssome sstress," she notes to the pair, and grabs the rat's tail this time to try and monitor his pulse.
"No," the doe actually answers and starts riding the rat at a speed that would probably impress some savanites. It's surely very noisy and squelchy; which is at least fitting of a pet of Gorphat's.
The man moans has to try and hold onto the doe's hips to slow her down, which he fails out. Lapi thighs are powerful things. At the moan, Sesstha squeezes past to check his pulse directly from his neck. "Very ssstrong," she notes with satisfaction.
The more the skreek tries to slow her on control her, the stronger and harder she pushes. And egad, she can grip like a titanian vice with that passage. Or she's just having a painful muscle spasm. Either way, the rat's getting 'a squeeze'.
"I t'ink I.." he starts to squeak, then splurts. This.. just makes him sit up though and start nursing again, since he hasn't flagged any yet.
This time the doe lets him, and her hips are moving faster than a steam-powered jackhammer. It's noisy, and probably disturbing, and could almost be torture in the right circumstances. The doe's brain has thankfully shut off by this point so at least she isn't aware of it.
She ceases to be aware of whatever the doctor is doing. After drinking his fill, the Skreek presses forward to get the doe onto her back, and starts pounding as well. Just not as rapidly as Taahira is moving, but they carry some force.
The doe goes back since the rat seems to be performing satisfactorily. Hell, she might not even be aware of much of anything at all; she's just a grunting lump of meat.
Her ears are starting to hurt, though. Being pinned back as they are, they ended up between her head and the dirt flow, through which she is slowly leaving a bit of a trough in the dirt as the wild thrusts keep nudging her along it.
They always hurt, though, so the doe isn't paying that much attention to it. She does try to shift here and there to lessen the drag where she can, though.
This helps with the movement at least, until she realizes they've moved outside the tent, with the doctor trailing behind.
The doe probably isn't even aware of that much. She's just bangin' this skreek here until he passes out, or she does. Or they fall off the mountain.
When the Skreek pops again, he does resort to panting. The doctor seems to peel him off.. but then he seems to be back. And younger. And a bit bigger. Also he's gone from black to light brown.
The doe doesn't care. She starts banging this person, whomever it is. Hell, her hips probably never stopped moving even when the first rat left her!
This one is plenty eager without the need for any special substances. He's also trying to keep up with the doe's movements, which means he probably isn't going to last long. There are also a few more curious hands groping the doe from all sides.
The doe is only passingly aware of the hands that grope her. The man on top of her though, she's wrapped her legs around him and is currently squeezing him like a vice. If people knew how strong a doe's legs were, they might not be so flippant and pushy with them!
"Ouch.. ouch.. oooooo.. mmmmm.. ouch.." the young Skreek squeaks every now and then. Then he rolls over onto his back so the doe is on top. And then, she's in-between as a second Skreek mounts her under the tail. A few more hopeful looking fellows are milling about, looking ready to make use of any opportunity. Maybe they haven't noticed the drool yet. It's not like the doe has been smiling.
One finds out about it because the doe reaches over and yanks him close, then shoves her face right into his crotch and tries to find something to suck on. The one below her is drawn out when she shoves back on the one on her back, so she's taking them in opposites.
"Oooo, yer got .. a nice tongue?" the slurped on lad notes. The other two edge closer, just in case the doe decides her hands are free. The one under her tenses and pops, but starts suckling to keep himself going.
The doe uses her mouth grip on the guy in front of her to free up her hands, which jut out and grab onto two close males and starts squeeze-rubbing them too.
The doctor returns and hissses. "Skreeks should not form a ball of ssshaking flesh," she warns. "Your tailsss will knot together!"
It is a bit like a ball, especially how they all pack in around the doe. And.. it's possible they rolled a bit.
The doe is paying no attention to it whatseoever. she's just grabbing on, sucking on, or humping whomever she can. Well, until her mind comes back anyway, who knows what she;ll do then.
It's quite possible (and probable) that the Skreeks trade places a few times. Those that have been in contact with her.. fluids.. can keep going, but maybe they need to rest their backs a bit and just stand there while the doe does all the work. But they're also starting to stick to her a bit, so changing places becomes harder over time.
Eventually, the doe's mind does come back, and she screams. She starts flailing like mad to untangle herself from the rat ball!
"What.. what's all this?" Foz asks from outside the ball. "We have to take her back to the Temple you know!" he tells the Skreeks, who all make rather rude gestures and noises towards him.
The three Temple Eeee wade in start pulling the ball apart.
And once the doe manages to craw out of the mess, she runs. Dagh, she looks like she's running to a location where she can jump off and plummet, or something!
"Hey!" She can't outrun the wings of the Eeee though, probably because her legs are a bit shaky still from all the effort they've been put through. "We're coming!" Foz calls. "Don't run! We'll get you back to the Temple. And.. uh.. a bath maybe.."
The doe doesn't stop, though, she's still beating her feet and heads towards the edge. Then she leaps right off it and sails out into nothingness.
Something grabs her feet.. and.. well, slows her down a bit. "You gots no wings," Shiv points out. He's the biggest of the gang, but not the brightest. "You drop sumthin' down dere?"
"Leggo!" the doe screams. "I want to fall and end this!"
"I get in trubble if dat happens," Shiv says, as the other two escorts show up. "What's going on?" Foz asks. "Did that snake-doc do something to her?"
The doe is squirming. Dagh, she's trying to kick Shiv and let her go so she can finish what she was trying to do!
They're still descending into the bowl of Babel. "I 'unno," Shiv says. "She all sticky."
Eventually they reach the floor, with the base of a tower not far off. "You all done with the crazy snake doc?" Foz asks the doe.
Taahira hugs her legs. "I don't know," the doe admits.
"You delivered the whatsits, right?" the Eeee asks. "That's what I unnerstood the trip to be 'bout. You alright? You look shaken up? Wanna get cleaned up before heading back?"
"Prolly should," Taahira admits and shrugs a bit. "And no, don't feel all that good. That was horrible."
"Going to use the harness then. No tryin' to wiggle out. We go to the bath house at Graytown, make you feel better."
"Or you kin just drop me on the way, and claim bandits attacked," Taahira whimpers. She's still hugging her legs.
The Eeee strap her into the harness, and make sure she can't unharness herself. "I know we s'posed to help out with the other camp, but you weren't like this when you went in to that tent," Foz claims, and then they're carrying the doe through the dark again, if in a slightly different direction this time.
For the doe's part, she's mostly just hugging herself in the harness, and not saying anything at all for a while. "I helped. They did nothin' to me," she says eventually. "The problem ith me."
Graytown is.. well, busy as usual. But that baths next to the construction workers camp is still up and running when the Eeee land there. Foz pays for one of the big baths, and extra for soap and towels. The don't actually unharness the doe until the have her in the hot water.
Which means the doe growls and grumbles, and tries to unhook herself several times. But at least the warm water helps her calm down at least a little. Even if she's surrounded.
The Eeee then attack her.. gently, with the soap, washing all the sweat and dried fluids from her fur. "See? Gotta feel better now," Foz says.
Thankfully there was so much up at the Temple that the doe isn't losing her mind again. Mostly, she's sitting still and letting the Eee scrub her down while her heartrate finally starts to slow.
The grooming may help, as it's a common way for Lapi to relax. Granted the Eeee are just using their fingers, but the soap has a floral scent at least.
The doe tries to rinse her mouth out a few times, but it doesn't really help much, so she gives up on that. At least she's breathing slower and seems a bit calmer than she was earlier. "I should probably apologith to themth," she admits.
"To who? Da rats?" Foz says. "We was gonna beat 'em up for being all over ya."
"And the Doctor. Wasn't her falth," the doe admits.
"So dey just ganged up on you after you left the doc?" Fig asks, looking a bit guilty - they're gang has certainly had their fun with Skreek girls before.
"No exactly. Thath wath my falth," the Doe admits, looking guilty too.
"You sounded pretty panicked," Foz claims. "Sorry we weren't watchin' as close as we should. Was talking to some o' the locals."
"I was. An sorry. Y'need to talk to them more?" Taahira asks while she looks down at the water. "We cn go bath if you wanth."
"Nah, just snoopin'," Foz says. "We can go back any time, but we gotta keep you safe, since yer one of the blessed and all. We got fluffy towels too!"
"Curthed, not blethed," Taahira corrects. "Thith isth a punisthment."
"Gorphat doesn't punish, just.. challenge us an' make us useful in ways we don't expect," Foz claims, and rubs the doe's back. "That what I believe, anyway. I'm better than I was before."
The doe is about to say she's not, but thinks better of it. Instead she just leans forward and lets the Eeee work. She focuses on breathing, that helps calm things.
Washing away all the scents, and thus their hormonal effects, certainly helps. The baths aren't the most serene of places otherwise, with lots of conversations and laughing and splashing going on. It's also probably the first bath the Eeee boys have had in awhile. "You want us to get the bits been soaking, or you wanna soap 'em up yourself?" Foz asks.
"I'll geth them," the doe offers and takes the soap. She dips her hands down into the water and starts washing herself up down below too. At least she's not horny right now, but her nethers are still quite swollen and aroused; but then that's sort of their permanent state, and why she's always so, ah, leaky.
While she tends to herself, the boys wash up their own downstairs areas, including (and especially) their feet. At least they aren't getting into a splash-fight though.
Taahira dunks herself under the water, then comes back up. Then she starts checking herself and her girly bits for injuries or the like.
Things are always a bit puffy, but nothing seems to be actually bruised. Her thighs are still burning a bit however, along with her back. Even her tongue feels a bit sore.
The bath really has calmed the doe down a lot more than she expected it to. "Okay, I do feeth bether now," she admits to the other Eeee. "Thanth youth for helpthing."
Foz is first out of the bath and grabbing up a towel. "Better dry yourself off good before we fly," Foz tells the doe. "Or else we'll have to flush you up into a puffball!"
The doe snorts loudly at that and pulls herself out of the bath. She grabs several towels and starts working on drying herself off, and is mindful not to rub between her legs, or her nipples, too much so she doesn't jumpstart anything.
"Towel hog!" Fig accuses, grabbing one of the last ones before Shiv gets out. He always needs two.
The doe ends up throwing a wet towel at Fig. "No wonder nonaya gots a girl," she retorts.
"We is all.. uh.. holy and stuff now!" Fig claims. Even for an Eeee, he's skinny.
"Huh? But.. she's a girl," Shiv notes, pointing to the doe. Then he squints and looks closer to be certain. "See, boobies."
"That's not what she meant about getting a girl, Shiv," Foz explains.
Taahira just rolls her eyes. "Wha he thaid." she mutters.
"Okay, so.. you aren't a girl then," Shiv surmises, and starts to dry himself off.
Taahira walks over and slaps Shiv upside the head, then grabs his hand and shoves it on her crotch. "Girl," she says, then lets go and walks away.
"Yes?" Shiv asks. "But you aren't a girl wif us, right? Because.. uh.. somethin' somethin'?"
"I always a girl. No like I grow a thingie randomly," the doe retorts.
"Let's get her back into the harness, if we're too late we'll miss dinner," Foz says. "You know how they are about timeliness," he reminds Shiv.
"Aaah! No fruit cup?" the big Eee yelps.
"Yah, leths get back," the doe declares. The sooner she's back, the sooner she can escape the temple.
The drying finishes up, and the harnessing resumes. Graytown is left behind as the trio carry the doe back to the Temple of Gorphat.
And the doe plants to run through the temple, and out the back, change, and get as far away as she can! Before anything else can happen to her!