Nicora woke up while on the move. Specifically, while being carried. By Hosheb. It had a hallucinatory aspect to it. Things seemed to be not quite physical, or blurry at times. The mob of rats and bats that was chasing the doe appear as phantoms, somehow frozen in place or moving very slowly, but blurred as if they were actually moving very fast. Things don't seem to solidify properly, her own thoughts included, until Hosheb brings into the horrib lair.

Lair of the Sacred Horribs
This was once the chamber of the Senior Priestess, second to the High Priestess and thus next to her suite. It isn't all that big, but big enough for the current occupant: a 'modified' Horrib Queen, birthed by the current High Priestess herself. The surfaces are all covered in hive resin, with alcoves used for holding 'victims' while the Queen herself is suspended in the center of the chamber in a cross between a cocoon and a throne made of extruded chitin.

"Nnnng, no Hortense, go to the whip, the whip," Nicora burbles in her weird mental state, unsure of what is real and what isn't. Is this place real? Oris the other place? Her nostrils flare; and even past her own horrific stench, the smell of horribs is unmistakable. So is the droning of their wings. That's when her brain sort of returns to the now and she looks up. "Hosheb?" she rasps, then coughs a few times. "Is that you? When did you arrive?"

"I arrived when it was necessary," the demon clacks with his multi-part mouth. "And it was necessary to bring you here at this time."

"That is a non-answer," Nicora says. "You can put me down now. This isn't my room. But I think I can walk back to it."

"This is where you need to be," Hosheb says, still holding onto Nicora. "It is time to begin preparations for ending the Sabaoth's Curse."

"I notice you don't say want," Nicora says, eyes narrowed a bit as she squirms. All this does is make her prolapse pop out again and dangle painfully; which in turn makes her hiss. "What are these preparations?"

In response to the question, Brutus buzzes up and begins to sting Nicora. Hosheb has to hold her differently so he can get to all of his targets: her hips, shoulders and the bases of her wings. Her tail isn't stung though, so that can still lash around while the others begin to numb as they become paralyzed.

"Oww, ow, ow," Nicora shrieks and flails around for as long as her limbs remain working. Which ... isn't all that long, honestly, the become heavier and cold-feeling very quickly, and soon she's more of a flopping, loud, torso than she is much of anything else. "I didn't give you permission to sting me!" the High Priestess insists.

"This is part of Gorphat's aid to you," Hosheb claims. "She has been preparing you for this for some time now."

Once the paralysis is complete, Hosheb lays Nicora down onto her back. The flies are already beginning to gather.

"Oh come on, you could have numbed my crotch so I wouldn't itch or feel the flies!" Nicora complains as she sort of tries to walk with her back. Really, she flops like a fish and that's about it. Along with smacking her own face with her upper oversized boobs.

"Can you not scratch with your tail?" Hosheb asks. As if the tail was ever under Nicora's control.

"No, it doesn't listen to me," Nicora complains. Then she makes a face. "And the worms are poking out of my butt now," she groans. And sure enough, weird little heads are poking between her cheeks and squirming.

This causes her tail to gyrate more, since it can't bite at them properly when she's on her back. So Hosheb turns her over. Now her tail is biting at her butt, usually getting a cheek. It's a lucky thing it down have proper teeth.

There's a lot more buzzing now, and creaking sounds from behind her. Hosheb is between her and the entry, but that seems to be a quiet area, although the demon does squat down at least so she's not just staring at his knees. "Do you wish for the tail to be bound?" he asks her.

"It would be less annoying it it was," Nicora admits, then squeaks again when it bites her.

One of the horribs lands on her back, grapples with the tail, and starts to glue it down to her spine. The tail squirms and resists quite a bit, making Nicora's lower back start to ache.

Nicora grits her teeth. Everything is going to hurt, but at least this way it can't bite her, so that's ... something. She tries to crane her head around to see what's going on behind her.

The other horribs seem to be supporting the queen, who is out of her usual support structure and being lowered over Nicora.

"Er," Nicora says, eyes growing huge. "Shouldn't she not be moved aorund so much? She's really big and not built for mobility." She also starts tring to 'hump' her way towards the exit.

Hosheb is blocking her though. "The queen must complete this task," the demon claims. "It will be painless."

"It's never painless," Nicora complains, but she does at least quit trying to squirm away. O, she just got tired and wasn't getting anywhere anyway.

She can still feel pressure, to a degree. There are pushing sensations against the deadened areas.. except for right shoulder. She can see the ovipositor injecting her left one though, before the queen is hovered back into her throne.

It's disturbing to actually see a ball moving in a tube, that's pushed into your body. Then worse when that ball disappears somewhere inside that part of the body, too. "Wait, wai, am I being 'laid in'?" Nicora asks, brow furrowing. Soon she's trying to probe with the shadow to see if she was in fact, er, implanted, and how many times.

It takes some effort to get past the numbing, first of her right arm and then the other areas. It feels like there are foreign bodies in her hips, wing-bases and left shoulder though. The effort is causing her to sweat though.

Nicora keeps trying for a bit, then ends up having to stop and lays there, wheezing. She suddenly wonders if something is actively stopping her from using the shadow, in case she might try to remove those bodies.

"You must rest," Hosheb says. "Have faith in Gorphat." Horribs are then pulling her right arm back and gluing it to her side.

"Rest?" Nicora asks, "You want me to go to sleep?" She isn't sure how in the world she can possibly sleep knowing she might have things in her!

"It would be best if you were not awake," Hosheb notes. "Do you need aid in sleeping?"

"I'm already anxious!" Nicora points out, loudly. "I'm not going to be able to sleep without help," she admits.

Hosheb's tail curls forward between his legs, and the sting jabs the side of Nicora's neck. "This will help," he claims, as things begin to go wobbly for the already-distorted Eeee.

"Gluh!" goes Nicroa. She knows how it feels to be bitten on the neck, and it's kinda nice. It's sorta similar, if it were a hillbilly vampire with one fang. Maybe. She's not really sure. Oooh, look, dancing kyootcumbers.

It isn't clear if she actually falls asleep or not. Things are just very weird. She sometimes hears voices but can't tell who they are or what they're saying. She begins to think that the hum of horrib wings are trying to impart some sort of secret. And most of the time she imagines being buried in some odd spongy material that she has to chew her way out of. There are even flashbacks to the bizarre dreams she would have when carrying the alien things that would eventually be taken by the temples, with one growing up to become Blarf and another Hydrangea. Blarf seems to be prominent in the stew of thoughts and half-visions.

It's about as bad as the time Hexen and Alptraum found some vegetables that had gone off, and they tried to make a soup from them. The night of the noodle monster, they called it. Talk about some bizarre dreams and uncomfortable sensations. Not to mention the explosive diarrhea they both had for a week. The memories of the aliens and Blarf, well ... those she has fond memories of. As hard as it was, giving birth was rewarding, and she does sort of thing of them fondly as children. Still, it's sort of a nice 'floaty' place where time doesn't matter much. So, maybe Hosheb was right that resting was a good idea.

Eventually the humming is replaced by sounds both wet and sharp, which do not follow a set rhythm and thus are distracting. There's motion as well, something that hadn't intruded before. But her awareness is still in that fuzzy zone before waking and sleeping, where paralysis and hallucinations naturally occur. She might even have her eyes open, but she can't actually be certain.

"Whzzat?" Nicora thinks she says, but she's not really sure about it at all. At some point she might be trying to blink. Or focus on the movements, trying to figure out just what is moving, and why. She might even try moving herself. Or perhaps not. She can't be sure what is or isn't real at this point. It's all just sort of a weird blur.

The blur itself is moving, like some sort of membrane covering her head. Maybe that's why she can't focus on it, only seeing some of the light that filters through. "Did-a-Chick," a horrib clacks near her head, before the blur moves again.

Nicora blinks more and tries to focus on this 'membrane' if that is what it is. "What's going on?" she tries to say, uncertain if the neck stab affected her voice or not. She also tries sniffing at some point to see if she smells anything.

Her voice is garbled, and sniffing.. well, she smells herself, and sludgy discharge that's likely been accumulating for some time. Eventually the membrane is pulled clear of her face, and she sees something like a thick stick. A bit more focus makes it out to be a very pale, nearly translucent wing. An Eeee wing. Two horribs are busy hauling it away from her.

This makes Nicora blink. She starts to ask who's wing that is, but nothing coherent comes from her jaws. She ends up blinking some more, then tries to actually turn her head to look behind her again. She's not sure she can, not from that sting ... but she's getting a sick feeling in her gut that wing ... was it hers?

Even more disturbing, is that it starts to.. change while she looks at it. It goes from pale to dark, and seems to grow fur, then scales, then.. it dissolves into black smoke.

That makes Nicora blinks even more. "Huurgh, blath wha?" she garbles, ears splaying out a bit in confusion.

There's a cracking sound, and then the other wing is being drawn across her. This time, the horrib larva is still sucking on the bone as it pulls across Nicora's view.

"Nwaoogh buglth blaewr?" Nicora babbles out and now strains to try and look back at her back. She also tries to wiggle any fingers and toes! Anxiety is yes, an understatement.

Her right hand responds, but is glued in place by horrib resin. The others are still paralyzed, but from the chewing she hears to her left, the grub is still at work. Her arms are slightly thicker than her main wing spars. But turning, she can see the skin stretching and bulging as the larva moves under it, working its way through her shoulder.

"Blargh nepth stopth, nu!" Nicora blurts out and instinctively tries to bring the shadow to bear to halt the grub! When nothing really responds, the Eeee can't help herself and just stares as that skin bulge, her eyes huge.

Other horribs are on her back, and she can smell the liquid resin. So they must be bandaging the wounds. Horrib larvae produce blood coagulants naturally, to ensure their 'hosts' don't bleed to death during feeding. As the other wing begins to dissolve, there little clinking sounds as the rings fall and roll across the floor.

Nicora strains, trying to get her left hand to move at all, even twitch a finger. Anything. Her ears also fold back and she whimpers, hearing the rings clinking on the floor. "Eeeth nop," the Eeee pleads.

"Dud-a-chum," the horrib nearest to her replies, and then stabs her in the shoulder blade again with more paralytic. Her back is beginning to ache now, as whatever localized numbness begins to wear off (possibly because of the resin). "S-s-ss," comes a hiss from behind her. "S-ss-soon," the Horrib Queen sputters.

If ache is all it does, Nicora might count herself lucky. A broken wing hurt a ton ... and she lost her wings. They ate them and broke them off. Off! She strains to try and get any sort of look at her back.

Twisting her head, she can get a look at where her left wing was anchored. There's not even a stump, only a dark, congealing patch of resin. But there is a horrib still doing something her right shoulder blade, possibly working free any remaining bit of the ball-joint for that wing. There are also some tattered skin where the wing membrane wasn't cut close enough, and the remnant is still there against her back.

Nicora feels sick. "Oh goththge," the Eeee squeaks. Seeing this means she now knows what is going to happen to her left shoulder. Then ..oh gods, her hips too! They're removing all her limbs!

Well, almost all of them. Nothing is happening to her right shoulder, beyond the deadening. Why else strap the arm to her side? Likewise her weird tail.

The arm she figures must have to do with the shadow anchor point, and the tail. But what will become of them? Are they going to do stuff to it to hide it? With it numbed, they could dislocate the joint and push her arm anywhere if the wanted. Then she wished she didn't think of that!

There is a lot of activity around her left arm it seems.. or at least a lot of horribs moving around that way, including Brutus.

This gets Nicora's attention; there's more straining to get her head back at an angle where she can see her left, well, shoulder mostly. "Gway," the slurs at the creatures approaching that part.

Brutus backs into view, dragging Nicora's left hand in one of his pincers. It looks.. more gangrenous than usual. The horrib seems intent on straightening out the limb.

Nicora tries to move the fingers of that hand. Really struggles to try and get them to move while the large Horrib; her child, pulls that arm into view.

They do seem to twitch, but not in time to her efforts. There's a disturbing pop from her shoulder once the arm is straightened out, then Brutus begins to twist it around.

"Augh!" Nicora blurts out. Sure, there's no pain, but the feeling itself is sickening, so is watching this creature, monster, start to slowly twist that arm around. "Nop!" she squeals at her child.

"Did-a-chum," Brutus clacks back, and keeps twisting. There are tearing sounds, as the arm is now a good three-quarters of the way to a full twist.

Nicora tries to plead at her child to stop. There's no pain, and for that she's grateful, but watching her own arm twist so unnaturally makes her feel sick. She's actually starting to cry. She might have even wet herself at some point, but everything down there feels gooey.

There are several hard tugs, and then.. the arm is moving without dragging on her anymore. There's a high pitched noise as the larva breaks through the skin, before bending back to chew at. It seems the only thing connecting the arm to Nicora's body at that point.

Nicora gags and almost vomits. She's saved by her stomach being completely empty. Her eyes clench shut and she shudders, then she sobs, soft, and with tears running down her cheeks.

Eventually the noises stop, and horribs crawl over her back to seal up the wound. She can't see or feel her legs, but they are probably still mostly attached, if everything started at the same time.

Through tear-blurred eyes, she watches resin be slowly coated over the gaping hole where her left arm used to attach. It's amazing it doesn't bleed, but that is their ability, to clot as they go so the victim lives as long as possible, and provides food for a while without rotting. Eventually, she tries to strain and see if she can see any part of her legs at all, while wondering if she even wants to.

Since she's on her stomach (or actually her breasts) she can't exactly bend. If she tries she might be able to get onto her back, since she should still be able to twist her spine.. but with only one arm it would be awkward.

Nicora tries a fiew times to look without rolling over, then gives up. With the condition of her wings. Well, lack of them, being on her back would likely be hell.

There is still a lot of activity on her back, where her right wing used to anchor. And her legs are, of course, dead weight at the moment. "You have awoken," Hosheb's voice says, but he doesn't appear anywhere in Nicora's vision just yet.

"You're mutilating me," Nicora finally manages out, her voice hoarse and broken. She looks around a little for Hosheb ... then just goes back to crying.

"It will be a challenge," Hosheb admits. "This is essential, but not permanent. And just the beginning of the process. Do you wish to sleep again?"

When lucidity begins to return, Nicora isn't aware of it at first. She feels light.. weightless almost, and floating. Not in liquid, but floating through the air. Then come the aches and phantom pains. Sensations from absent limbs. And the loud buzzing of horribs. A sound that never seems to cease.

"Nnnng," Nicora groans as her eyes open up slowly. Things feel off; she shouldn't feel floaty. But then again, she should feel all her limbs, but she doesn't; not really. Just pain there. It's when she remembers that they were removing her limbs! It wasn't a dream; they really did it. Other than her right arm, which she tries to move, her wings, legs, and left arm are ... gone. She's a torso and a head. It's not long before she starts crying again.

She can feel her right arm again at least, even though it is still bound in place. And she's in the air, borne by the horribs. The air is cool, until it suddenly isn't: warmth and humidity wrap around her, and the stillness of the indoors. A tear-blurred glimpse shows fabric. One of the big tents then. And soon she's being lowered.

Nicora blinks repeatedly to clear her eyes and see where she is. She also sniffs again, using scent to try and tell things, and her ears pan about. "Hosheb?" the High Priestess asks, "Where are you?"

The odors are familiar: sickness. And then the horribs release her, and she drops a very short distance into a cushion of supports, which continue to lower her, but also turn her back upright. She with Blarf.

Nicora gets the chance being upright to try and look at herself. Namely what's left of her body and how mad she looks now."

Then she's grunting again, in that being turned upright means her uterus drops fully again and sways below her. It's uncomfortable at an onscene level; no legs to even try and hold it in.

She can certainly see her breasts, and her right arm. Beyond them there's the distended curve of her belly. She doesn't feel anything touching the sides of her prolapse, though, where her thighs should be.

"Oh Gods, it ..." Nicora mutters, eyes wide. It's one thing to have seen parts of it, but to see the final result, her body stripped bare of its limbs; being rendered defenseless, and a crippled 'thing'. It's almost too much for her.

Blarf's tendrils begins to wrap her as she descends into the creature. Suckers attach to her teats, thicker vines penetrate her from below, while others clean her inside-out parts. They even begin to press against her face.

Nicora grunts when she's penetrated. The worm problem has left her feeling bloated all the time, and the vine intrusion isn't helping. The cleaning/sucking on her prolapsed area feels disturbing, and the nursing on her teats just makes them ache as it triggers her 'production', which means they swell until the nipples are turgid. She's moving her head around some, trying to avoid the ones pressing on her face.

Those around her head try to hold her still, while she begins to feel warm liquid filling the chamber she's within. Thicker tendrils get up into her nostrils, and another is trying to get past her lips.

The tendrils make her sneeze, which then means her mouth is open long enough to let one past her lips. She would squeak, but she has something in her mouth now.

It's trying get to her throat, and causing numbness as it goes. The ones in her nostrils are producing an odd perfume, that starts to make her head swim again. The ones entering her from below are also releasing something. The one in her everted birth canal is making things tingle, and the one chasing the worms is also producing a pleasant sensation.

As her head swims, Nicora actually swallows, and somehow invites the one in her mouth to go down her throat. The numbness is appreciated. Too much discomfort, Even the ones below coiled around, as well as in past her cervix, and those up the other channel ... well, it makes the areas ache less, and feel almost normal. Not quite, but almost.

When she is fully plugged, the liquid rises over her face, and she feels warm everywhere. It's almost soothing, with the cloying air filling her through the nostril vines. There's no sound except the beating of her own heart, the flow of fluids and the deeper sounds of Blarf. It begins to hypnotize her, along with whatever else is being pumped into her lungs that makes it harder to think.

Nicora is grateful. For the moment (hours, days, who knows)? she feels no pain, she isn't freaking out, and she isn't noticing the feeling of missing limbs anymore. It's like floating in a womb, or in a relaxing dream of sorts. She's even breathing deep of that cloying air; the sense of relaxation welcome and wanted.

The sound of splashing water intrudes onto the reverie. And warm sunlight against.. fur. The rustle of the wind in trees. Laughter. And a feeling of having a full body, if still somewhat smaller than expected.

Nicora tries to open her eyes and see where she is. And what she is. And what gender, and ...

The sky is a bit overcast, but not Sylvania-overcast. The air is still about as warm as a Sylvanian summer though. A quick assessment of appendages hints at being male, and tailless. And his right hand feels.. normal.

"Must be dreaming," Alptraum says as he hold out both his hands and flexes them. His ears also flick about, wondering what, or who, else might be here with them. "Hello?" he calls out.

There's splashing and laughing coming from the other side of some bushes. At guess, he's as he was at age twelve or thirteen, and there doesn't seem to be any clothes around that he can wear.

"Oh well, if anyone sees me, it's their problem, not mine!" Alptraum declares as he gets up and heads towards the bushes so that he can peer through them.

There's a river on the other side of the bushes (thus the splashing sounds). And there are girls in it, splashing each other and laughing. Two Eeee, and a spotted feline.

"Naked girls!" Alptraum blurts, then covers his mouth really quick. He never was particularly smooth at that age.

The Eeee hear him of course. The brown one turns and waves. "Alptraum!" Barada calls. The black one with white hair also turns to look at him with silver eyes.

They all seem about the same age as him. The Savanite(?) one actually sits down in the water and covers her (flat) chest though, looking embarrassed.

Alptraum wraps his wings about himself. No point in disappointing the kids, right? He shuffles out of the bushes and waves one hand (that he sticks through a break in his wing wrap. "Barada ... Pouncer ... Sunala?" he questions, one ear splayed sideway.

The bats are on him in a flap. Barada grabs his exposed hand, and tries to drag him into the water. "Come in! The water's cold!" she insists.

"Waaaah!" goes Alptraum right into the cold water with a splash! "You aren't kidding!" he squeaks when he surfaces, sputtering.

Sunala (or Srinala, perhaps, with whole wings and sight) attacks from behind to try and dunk Alptraum. "Cold is good!" she insists.

"It is n ... glub!" goes Alptraum as he ends up going under! He grabs her legs with his feet, then uses his wings to push himself back to the surface, and pull her under!

"Glurp!" Sunala blurts as the tables are turned. This isn't without retribution though, as Pouncer.. pounces onto his back. She's heavy.

Alptraum grabs her arms so she can't get off his back ... then he dunks himself, and her, under water! Hah! When he resurfaces, he kicks one leg back and grabs her butt with one foot, announcing, "Catbutt!"

"Rowr!" the girl complains, and bites Alptraum's ear. Not too hard, but her teeth are sharp.

"Oy, hey! Careful with those!" Alptraum yelps as he hops around on one leg, since he's still grabbing her butt with the other.

While he's off-balance, the other two pile on from each side to try and bring him down again!

At least the cold water prevents tickling from being effective. There is a bit tangling before everyone sorts themselves out, with Barada being the first back on her feet. "I have subdued the great beast!" she claims.

"The great beast?" Alptraum asks and kicks some water at Barada. "What great beast?"

"You!" Barada claims. "You are the great beast!" she reiterates, pointing at Alptraum and grinning.

"Since you are a boy," Barada counters, and sticks her tongue out at Alptraum. "And all boys are beasts, until they are properly tamed."

"We could try a saddle," Pouncer offers after gets up and shakes herself, making her fur stick out more.

Alptraum awws. "Come on, it's not like I can look at you like this when I'm an adult. That would be kinda pervy," he complains.

"Not by that much. And what, do you want me to oggle you then too?" Alptraum asks, and grins.

"I don't want to think of you as an oggler," Pouncer claims, but then pounces on Alptraum again anyway.

The two Eeee girls, despite being about the same apparent age, are still goddesses, so have that aura of beauty (and sexiness, being Babelite goddesses) about them. Pouncer is the only normal seeming one. She also likes to wrestle apparently.

At some point Alptraum actually bites Pouncer on the neck, like a vampire. Because he is a vampire. He also growls.

Cats, young ones at least, have a lot of loose skin there, so Alptraum gets a mouthful. The other two come to Pouncer's rescue though! Sunala tries to grab Alptraum's arm, while Barada.. does a wiggly dance to try and distract him. It involves running her hands over herself a lot.

Alptraum lets Srinala pull him off, eventually, and he does release his jaws. Then he spins around to Srinala, and pulls her into a tight hug. He also kisses her forehead in the way one might for a little sister.

This makes her stick her nose into his throat. "Nom nom nom," she goes. "I'm a vampire!"

This makes Alptraum laugh. "Nah, not like that," he says between giggles, and actually uses one hand to guide her head and open her jaws just a little more so that he can get her to 'bite' his neck/shoulder point. "Ya do it like this."

"Nom nom nom," Sunala repeats, but can't quite manage "I'm a vampire" with her jaw like that.

Alptraum snickers and the ruffles her head. "You don't really have the teeth for it, but ..." he snickers, "It's adorable."

"I am Death! I am not adorable!" Sunala claims, and crosses her eyes at Alptraum while making a goofy face.

"I'm rather partial to Sunala, sorry," Alptraum apologizes to Barada. "She's always been kind to me."

"Kindness shouldn't count!" Barada claims. "Fun-ness should count! I'm the funnest!"

"Plus her friend Pouncer is adorable and so spotty. You just want to play connect the spots on her," Alptraum teases. To Sunala he says, "Sure, she can be lots of fun. But you still hold my heart."

"But.. I'm the only one you can play with in.. the most fun ways," Barada tells Alptraum. The Sisters really are competitive. Well, maybe not Sunala, she doesn't seem to care so much about that.

"You all have your different charms. Lets leave it at that," Alptraum offers. "Why am I here, anyway?"

"Do all of you do this often?" Alptraum asks. "And you do mean play, right? Not an orgy?"

"This is the first time, actually," Barada claims. "Sunala almost always has an excuse not to. But I know that Pouncer was feeling cooped up and down, because I know everything after all. So I used her to get Sunala to agree! And I'm the only one allowed to play with you like that, Alptraum. So they would only be able to watch us if we do that. Unless you want me to invite some more people?"

Alptraum waves his hands. "No no, that's perfectly fine," he says quickly. He looks to Sunala and asks her, "Why don't you want to come to these? It's easier to see you this way, than in person."

"I'm a very busy goddess, you know," Sunala explains. "The most important one, after all. But Pouncer keeps nagging me about being a girl every so often, like I was when she and I first got to know one another, when I was still Srinala."

"We're all busy. But you need to take time out to be with those most important to you. That's usually family, though in your case that can be a bit awkward; Blakat would try to steal everyone's socks. And I have to be both too, you know, the Barsunala, the avenging spirit and all that, and then sometimes just me as me. I know it's hard, but honestly it's times like this that makes the harder parts of the other me more bearable. I think you'd find the same, if you allow it," Alptraum offers while sneakily reaching around with a foot, then pulls Pouncer's tail.

"I don't know about all this.. youth.. and 'fun' yet," Sunala claims, despite having made a goofy face just a few minutes ago.

"Well, there's also the picnic still," Barada claims. She winks at Alptraum and asks, "Are you sure you don't want your fox friend here? I could make him be a girl. Then he'd just think he was dreaming!"

"Yes, you do, I've seen it," Alptraum points out, and taps her nose. "I also remember many things about when we first met too, in dreams and passings, back when it was winter. A long time ago now."

"I could make him a girl too. In fact, I think i have at least once," Alptraum admits. "IF you'd like him to be here. Or, well, her, then sure, go ahead."

Hexen has had this dream often, but he usually isn't this young in them. But since there are naked girls frolicking in water on the other side of the bushes he can overlook that little detail. Then he spots Alptraum already in the water with them!

"Some best friend!" the fox grumps. "But if they'll put up with him, then they'll love me!" It is sound Hexen reasoning, so he strips off his clothes and backs up so he can take a running leap over the bushes!

"Now de fun can really start!" Hexen declares. Funny though, his voice should have broken by this age. And there isn't the feeling of shrinkage from jumping into cold water.

Alptraum rubs his face and siiiighs once he's over the initial shock of them being 'attacked' by a crazy fox-thing. "Depends on what you mean by fun, you loon," he remarks from where he floats, and having just been splashed. "IF by fun mean, you got your mother's boobs, then sure, the fun has begun?" he adds with a grin.

"Ewwww, you look at my mother's.." Hexen starts to say, then looks down. Then she feels her chest. "Is this what they really feel like? Wait.. this.. uh.. is new?" The other girls start surround the fox.

Alptraum floats over and actually grabs Hexen under the water, between the legs, just to be sure. "Oh yeah, somebody's taken on new bits. Or off, in your case," the bat cackles.

"Eeeee," the fox starts, and keeps going as if trying to see how high his voice can really go. "EeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEE!" After taking a breath, Hexen says, "Hey, no grabbin'! And how come you don't have boobs!" The fox does squint to make sure. Eeee can be pretty flat-chested (if they aren't goddesses anyway).

"Because I'm not a girl, but you are," Alptraum decrees, and keeps squeezing Hexen in her unmentionables. Also, rubs.

"That's not fair!" Hexen claims, as Barada closes in and squeezes the fox's butt. "Hmmm, not quite up to our standards, but big," she concedes. "Who has better boobs, Alptraum?"

The fox is up on her toes now. "This ain't.. right? Gah, is this what it's really like?"

Alptraum legs go of some place, and feels up Hexen's chest next. To make matters worse, he actually leans in and licks each nipple as an additional test. "Well, hers are bigger," he notes to Barada. "And she's more curvy, too."

"Whoa.. that's.. messin' with my head Traum," Hexen whines. That much is still familiar at least!

Alptraum leans in and now sucks on each nipple for about a minute a piece. "They're nice and perky," he comments, "And responsive."

Hexen bites her lip. "Dis is weird. Why'm I not ogling the girls. Can do a swirly bit with yer tongue while you do dat?"

That makes Alptraum snicker. "Oh, requests now, is it?" he teases, then blows on one of the nipples, right before he goes back to nursing and licking. He doesn't help by reaching back down and tracing claws right over the new sensitive bits.

"De cold water is fightin' wit' me here," Hexen claims. "I gotta dry off. I got longer fur now toooo!"

"And why do you need to dry off?" Alptraum coos in Hexen's left ear after he stops his licking.

"Cuz.. everyt'ing is messing with me," Hexen claims. "If I warm up, I'll be able t' figger it out."

Alptraum rubs up against Hexen, then licks his left ear this time. "I could warm you up," he purrs in Hexen's ear.

"Eeeeee.. I need.. uh.." The fox tries to turn around and grab Barada's chest! "Yes, dis will.. not do anythin' at all? No! Nonono! This isn't fair!"

Alptraum rubs up against's Hexen's butt now, and reaches around to cup and lift her chest. "What's wrong?" he teases, "I remember you more than a few times tried to convince me to go to bed with you after you drank a bit too much..."

"I could make you into a boy, you know," Alptraum warns! "Well, not here, but..."

"Got it!" Barada says, makes a finger wiggly motion at Pouncer. Who then covers her crotch and says, "Tooo cold! What is this!"

Alptraum starts cracking up! Also pointing at Pouncer. "You were saying, oh bearer of the trouser snake?" he teases.

"I'm not panicking!" Pouncer claims, his voice slightly lower. That is what makes his eyes go wide though.

Alptraum reaches over and pokes the boobless chest. "No boobs," he points out. "Welcome to the other side."

"Ah.. I think they're going up inside.." Pouncer says in horror. "Nobody said they could move.."

"Happens when things get cold," Alptraum notes as he pushes away from both of them and floats. "Thought you wouldn't freak out?"

"Prove it," Alptraum remarks, "Go seduce and have some intimate fun with Hexen over there."

"Watch me!" Pouncer claims, although Sunala's comment makes his ears blush. We wades over to Hexen (who was smaller even as a boy) and says, "You are very pretty, even wet. I'm Pouncer." He then thrusts a hand out towards the fox, which makes Hexen flinch back.

"I'm not a Savanite!" Pouncer growls, which makes Hexen cower. This overbalances her though and she falls forward, so Pouncer has to catch her.

Barada goes over to poke Alptraum's side. "I'm poking you now. Nothing you can do about it! Poke!"

And to be helpful, Alptraum grabs Pouncer's butt while he's distracted. Until he's poked, then he looks at Barada and asks, "Why are you poking me?"

Pouncer jumps, driving him into Hexen, so that they're both clutching eachother in a hug.

Alptraum pokes Barada back. "Yeah? I see you more than I see her, er, Hexen," he notes, "And I kinda want to jump her, just to mess with her head." He grins. "Anyway!"

"But Pouncer has her now," Barada notes, pointing to the awkwardly hugging pair.

Alptraum calls out to the pair. "Kiss! Kiss! Grope!" he encourages. He looks back to Barada and and arches his brow. "Ah, so you made Pouncer into a guy so you could grab me, is that it?" he asks.

"Or maybe see some guy-on-guy," Barada teases. "But I promised Sunala that I wouldn't emotionally scar her friend." She rolls her eyes at this.

"Well, I wouldn't be happy if you hurt Pouncer either," Alptraum notes and taps her nose. "I've been careful when dealing with her too, you know."

"So, the only thing to do is for you to ravish Hexen so Pouncer will get worked up enough to do it too," Barada claims with a smile. "Simple!"

"Or entertain me," Barada says, then whispers, "Don't want Sunala to feel too left out, even if she doesn't care."

"I can't be intimate with Sunala, that would be too weird," Alptraum notes, "Bedding guy Hexen is less weird."

"Oy, Poucerbutt, want me to take over with the fox? I can make her feel like a real woman," Alptraum calls out.

"I.. can.. do this," Pouncer claims, looking very awkward as Hexen hugs him. The fox has her eyes closed and says, "So fluffy."

So, Alptraum gropes Barada's butt for a bit instead. Then slips in behind her and reaches around so that one hand can grope Barada's chest. The other hand, well, that's much lower, groping, and a little, er, probing.

"That's better.. but wetter.. in the less fun way of being wetter," Barada says with a giggle. "Want to towel eachother off?" she suggests while waggling her eyebrows.

Alptraum smirks. "Your sisters are all perverts," he comments over to Sunala, then hefts Barada out of the pool, and clambers out himself soon after.

Sunala follows along. "If they all are perverted, then clearly they are normal and the rest of the world is perverted," she claims.

Pouncer and Hexen follow too, because.. they don't want to be left alone in the river.

"What, I can't carry someone off without all of you following?" Alptraum asks the others. "Do you want lessons?"

Alptraum gropes Pouncer too, then answers Barada with "Big". Pouncer he leans in and whispers he's willing to teach him that even guys can play with each other, then licks his ear.

There's a blanket on the grass, and several different sizes of towels. One of them look like furs. Barada scissors her legs and holds onto Alptraum's neck.

"And out of them," Alptraum notes and licks Pouncer's cheek next, then carries Barada over to he blanket and sets her down there. He grabs a blanket, then goes to townn in a flurry of drying Barada off!

"Aiieee!" Barada squeals. Pouncer takes a towel and tries to dry off Hexen, who squirms a lot. "How do you dry this tail?" he asks.

"Lick it dry," Alptraum suggests, "You're a cat!" He demonstrates by licking Barada's ears.

Barada cackles, as much as a bat can cackle. Pouncer notes that, "That's for grooming, not for drying."

So the cat just uses a fresh towel to dry the fox tail.. and tries licking Hexen's ear instead. "Gotta be fluffy," Hexen claims.

"If you're not going to listen to me, why did you follow me?" Alptraum points out and pushes Barada onto her back. He's licking her dry. Well, not really; he's licking her thighs, then between them.

Pouncer is still drying Hexen's chest now, but seems hypnotized. "Very comfortable.." he mutters.

If kissing between Barada's legs at their apex is considered advanced, anyway. "Oh dear, you're still wet," he comments, then kisses deeper; with full tongue.

"Well, I hope so!" Barada says, and gets her legs over Alptraum's shoulders.. to try and grab his butt with her feet.

Alptraum bites, playfully, when his bit is grabbed. He's prettymuch ignoring Pouncer and Hexen at this point.

"Hahaha, we're gonna win," Barada tells Alptraum, and pulls with her legs to see if she can his whole nose up in there!

Alptraum glances over to Pouncer, and waggles his brow; then makes a show of just where a very long Eeee tongue is right at the moment. Then mmfts, when interrupted!

Pouncer has a glazed look, which may be from Hexen being down on her knees at the moment with her face someplace sensitive.

This surprises Alptraum. Hexen is willingly doing that? He never did that in Sylvania!

"Ooooh? What do you mean?" Barada asks. "She's just a bit overwhelmed.. I mean, I did make sure their hormones were really ragin'."

Alptraum just rolls his eyes and goes back to tormenting Barada. He would have liked breaking Hexen, but that would have left Pouncer with Barada and that's just cruel. Still, he bites Barada, with fangs, in her sensitive place!

"Ow! Nibbles, not bites," Barada squeaks. She grabs onto Alptraum's wings with her feet, and his ears with her hands, and tries to 'steer' him a bit from side to side.

Alptraum blows a raspberry then! And goes back to nibbling, and licking. Granted he might be licking up to her navel internally at some point.

"Oooo, hair trigger," Barada says with a giggle. "Poor Hexen! All worked up and no kitty to play with."

"She can come suck on me," Alptraum offers with a smirk, then focuses back on ol Barada, intensely. Trying to see if he can make her pop too, just because she tormented his friend!

"Ooo, I am a goddess you know!" Barada says. "Inala and I had lots of fun... eek!" She has a bit of a shudder. "Ahem, I can go all day and night!"

"So? I think ol Hexine is kinda hot and I wanna. Granted if the situation was reversed and I was the girl and she was a he, I'd still wanna. Or even if we were both guys, probably," Alptraum giggles. Then he's suckling on, er, Barada's Inala's orb.

"I think my son has the advantage, being the Little Death personified," Sunala notes, as she towels herself off.

"Ahh.. AHHH!" Barada says. "Fine, you can go play with her.. after.. a few more of these.."

The hot and bothered Vixen is.. crouched down near by, and inching closer to watch.

Alptraum glances over at Hexen, wondering if he's even all there mentally. Sunala's comment makes his ears splay out. When did Sunala get a sense of humor? He ponders this when he bites lightly on that nub, and puuuuuulls.

"AAAAHHIIIIIInala!" the Goddess of Secrets blurts out, and yanks on Alptraum's ears a bit while doing it. You'd think she never dried off from the river!

Alptraum lets go, only to do it again, then again. Then twirl his tongue, then just, well, blow on it. To see if he can make Barada say anything else interesting! His poor ears may not survive, though.

She doesn't have a lot of breath free for saying things. She's really panting hard after the swirly, and sensitive enough to still shudder just from the breath.

And back into a deep kiss, with full tongue. Maybe Alptraum is trying to lick her tonsils through the other end?

That causes fits of laughter and squirming, and more gasping for breath! "Where'd you learn dat?" Hexen asks, practically right into Alptraum's ear.

Alptraum does more, which actually makes Barada's lower belly lift a bit! He also waggles his brow at Hexen, Hexine?

The vixen swishes her tail and.. whines. What would life have been like if Hexen was born this way?

The vixen's whiskers are brushing against Alptraum's ears now, and he can hear her licking her lips now. Barada still has a grip on them, so he can't even twitch them properly.

Alptraum somehow purrs while holding BArada's nup between his lips, which makes it vibrate like mad, too.

That gets an extra tug on his ears and wings, and also a head squeeze with her thighs. "I think.. uh.. uh.. I forget.." Barada gasps.

Alptraum blows a raspberry right on that nub next! He's deliberately trying to torture the goddess!

"That's.. cheating!" Barada gasps, and laughs.. because it's a raspberry sound. "Like.. I'm.. farting..."

Alptraum counters by biting down again and pulls, then lets go so it pops a bit like a rubber band. Then he lets Barada recover, while he grins smugly.

Once the torment stops, Barada releases Alptraum's ears and wings, flopping her limbs. "I will have my.. crap, only Rephath can claim revenge.."

Alptraum bwahaahaha and rolls onto his back, grinning. "Score a point for me!" he declares.

Once he's on his back, Alptraum gets a lap full of vixen. A squirmy one, who is rubbing her breasts. "How do girls deal wi' this stuff, it agony!" Hexen claims.

"Oh, I could tell you, but I won't," Alptraum teases while smirking, "Maybe if you treat me like you treated Pouncer I might help."

"Then I won't get nuthin!" Hexen claims.. but does scoot down a bit so he can bend over and lick Alptraum.

Alptraum blinkblinks a lot, surprised Hexen would do that, again! Wow, she called his bluff! So, he sits up and grabs Hexine's sides and gets him to shift-shuffle around until her highs can straddle his head. So while she licks him, he starts very lightly licking her. Also, he's glad he won't have to look Hexen in the eyes ever again.

Foxes are very musky, it turns out. Especially when excited (which is why the girls always knew when Hexen was trying to peep at them). It's not super unpleasant, after where Alptraum's nose has been already, but the swishing tail literally wafts it into his face.

Alptraum is oddly grateful for all the time in Gorphat's temple now. He's not gagging! Still, he's glad for the licking distraction, and his own licking, so he's not thinking too much about that smell! He does start nibbling, and then that tongue of his starts worming in...

This is Alptraum's first time with a fox. And she's very active down there, and making odd sounds. He knows he's tickled something because a light bite soon follows. It's not clear which bites are good ones or bad ones though, if there's a difference. Then Hexen uses one hand to squeeze things.

The squeeze makes him squeak in surprise! "Careful!" he says into ... things. Then he starts doing a sort of corkscrew with his tongue, and making sure his chin is soon rubbing of the bub-o-happiness.

This causes more sounds, which get directly transmitted via Hexen's tongue and palette. And brushes with those sharp little teeth. The vixen is saying something, but it might just be gibberish. She's also pumping her hips a bit, which causes her tail to flop up and down against Alptraum head all the time.

Alptraum reaches up at one point and just grabs the base of Hexan's tail to keep it from flopping. He starts nipping on bits and pulling. His own part is ... twitching too, but Alptraum is doing surprisingly well at holding things back; seems Mave's teachings stick, even in here.

That's when Hexen stops licking. "No poppin'!" she declares. "What about the real thing?"

"Oooh? You want a child, little Hexy?" Alptraum coos after stopping. "I can make anyone pregnant, you know..."

"Dis is jus' some of that weird dinner Krizzy made me eat," Hexen notes. "I gonna be involved with getting down with a hot girl one way or t'other!"

"Even if you're the hot girl?" Alptraum teases, "Or are you asking me orbe the hot girl?" He's trying to get Hexen to shuffle around so they're nose to nose. "You and Kriz married yet?"

"You could never be as hot a girl as me!" Hexen claims. "No! No weddin' ball an' chain fer me.. yet!"

Alptraum sneakily grabs Hexen's hips while the fox is blathering on. Right as the word 'yet' leaves her lips, he pulls her down and bucks his hips up ... and spears the fox quite neatly, and thankfully in the right place! A few inches moved back and well, Hexen might be familiar with that; Krizzy did have weird stuff.

"Aieyeee!" Hexen yips. "Why wuz they playin' hard t' get back in de day!" she blurts. "Dis is great! Grab my boobies too! Dat important! Dey good ones!"

"Oy, quit talking, it makes ya less pretty," Alptraum comments, "I can see why they never went with ya, yeesh!" He also rolls his eyes and glances at Barada, Sunala, and Pouncer. "Yeah, she's a dork," he admits to them. He says this while reaching up and grabbing hold, then kneading. HE also clawpricks into each nipple to add just a little bit of pain too.

Pouncer is a girl again. Sunala probably did it so her friend wouldn't be embarrassed about not holding out for very long. But she's also watching.. while Sunala brushes her hair.

Alptraum pinches, threatening to pierce them with claws! But he doesn't, thankfully. He also starts rolling things slowly, so that Hexen can feel every movement.

"Ehehe," the fox cackles. "I gonna better than Krizzy! Not even gotta tie you up!" she claims, and starts wiggling as well. And digging her claws into his chest.

"You have no idea how much fun being tied up can be. Instead of whining about it, have fun with it sometime," Alptraum chides, and speeds things up a lot to see what sorts of weird sounds he can get out of the fox.

"Oh.. well.. uh.. dis!" Hexen says, leaning forward and pulling Alptraum's face into her chest. "Smotherin' comfort!" she claims. "You gotta go harder too!"

Alptraum responds by biting! He also rolls Hexen over so he's on top, and that gives him prime 'pounding' position. And proves it as he starts scooting HExen bit by bit with head thrust.

"Ow! Yes! Ow! Don't bite too hard! Rock side to side! Grab me butt!" The vixen is very chatty.

"Oh shut up, oy!" Alptraum chides, though he does start rocking side to side. And yes, he grabs her butt, too. "Hey, I could hump yer butt if you prefer..." he offers.

"No! Krizzy likes that sometimes, and I ain't like Krizzy!" Hexen says. "I'm pretty! And curvy! And soft! And not crazy!"

"Yer pretty crazy," Alptraum notes, "And most Eeee like that sometimes." He starts to stand up some, so he can sort of piston-down on poor Hexen. Since he wanted hard....

"Woaoh!" the vixen barks, eyes going wide. "Can't do dat tied up!" She has to really spread her legs to make it work.

Alptraum gives Hexen a real stretching workout in this position. He also glances over to Pouncer and Sunala, commenting, "I'm sorry you have to see this weirdness."

"What? Good grief, you really do want to be a girl, don't you?" Alptraum accuses the fox. "You just love being a hot little foxy whore, huh?" he adds, teasing. "With tons of hot men tending to you alllllll the time?"

Pouncer watches it all with wide-eyes, while Sunala is brewing some tea poking Barada whenever the younger goddess gets too distracted by the goings on.

Alptraum decides to start spanking Hexen because ... eh, why not? The fox is nuts and he's curious how he'll react!

"Ow!" the vixen barks. "Dat hurts.. funny! I gotta try dis stuff on Krizzy so she'll stop tying me up!"

"Bay, you like being tied up! You're nutso, always were," Alptraum claims. He looks up towards Pouncer, brow arches a little, and he asks, "What?"

"Oh, that. Krizzy likes to tie him up and have her way with him. She's a little odd," Alptraum explains, then swats Hexen's butt again. "No you don't. I know how your kind is built. And I remember you getting barfed on by the monster."

"Dat is why I don't like being tied up!" Hexen claims, and swats back with her huge fluffy tail.

Alptraum grinds to distract Hexen and probably to get him to shut up. "He likes it, he also just likes to complain," he comments towards Pouncer.

"Well, how do you if someone will like it unless you do it first though?" Barada counters.

This does make Hexen stop talking, but not exactly shut up. There are barks and yips and whines.

Alptraum puts a finger somewhere to further distract him. "Basically, it's worth trying some things once for the heck of it," he notes to Pouncer. "As long as it doesn't hurt each other, and it's generally consenting, go for it."

"Well, foxes are a type canine after all," Barada says, which goes right over Pouncer's head of course.

"What she said. Canines when they get, uh, amorous ... the men get stuck to the women for a while," Alptraum tries to explain. "And she likes both that kind of knot, and regular ones. She'd been lusting after him for years, and now she has him."

"Years?" Pouncer asks. "How old are they? For that matter, I don't know how old you are. It's hard to tell with Eeee. I've got Sri-.. Sunala, and.. uh.. everyone else at the Temple looks like they've been carved out of grumpy stone."

"How old do you think I am?" Alptraum asks Pouncer while treating Hexen like a butter churn.

"Um.. 20?" Pouncer hazards a guess, tilting her ears when she suggests it as if knowing she's probably way off.

"Older. Add another ten to that," Alptraum remarks and laughs. He also stops doing weird stuff to HExen, other than leaving the fox in a bent position and acting as a lectern.

"That old?" Pouncer gasps. "Even the fox and.. whoever Krizzy is?" she asks, pointing with a trembling arm.

Alptraum pulls out and lets the fox flop over, then! "He also likes to complain," he explains. "And yes, he is too, as is Krizzy. She's an Eeee, but of the Saskanar kind."

"You don't act like grown-ups," Pouncer points out. "Srinala does though! She's my age, maybe younger!"

"And how is a grown up supposed to act?" Alptraum inquires as he saunters over to Pouncer.

"All... serious and grumpy and never having any fun?" Pouncer suggests, but sounds apologetic about it.

Alptraum pounces on Pouncer and tries to pin her arms over her head. "Oh, sure, sometimes that, but not always," he says.

Alptraum tries to use his feet to pin those legs too. "No, you're just heir to evil incarnate. Or just a cute spottie," the Eeee claims.

"I ain't ever goin' back to that island!" Pouncer declares. "She can't get me while I'm with Sunala! Sunala said so!"

Alptraum licks Pouncer right between the eyes. "She won't get you while I'm around, either," the bat notes.

"Everyone is afraid of me," Alptraum says in a raspy voice, right into the cat's left ear. It's followed by him licking into her ear.

"Eeeee! Your tongue's too long!" Pouncer squeals. Her dream form is just a few years younger than her waking one, so she still sounds like a little girl at times.

Alptraum twirls that tongue around until it might feel like he's licking her brain. The bat soon rolls off though and onto his back, giggling maniacally. "All Eeee tongues are long. I'm sure you'll get to know them when you're older."

"What do you mean? There are only the Yodhsunala and you that visit us," Pouncer claims and rubs her ear, but has an odd grin on her face.

"I will marry you two together when he visits next," Sunala promises. "I can do that, being a Kindly One and all."

"Yeah, I don't wanna.." Pouncer starts, then looks shocked when Alptraum overreacts.

Alptraum glances over. "What?" Alptraum asks. "I think she's mainly teasing you."

"Death does not tease," Sunala claims, but Barada spoils the decree by giving Pouncer a head noogie. "She's kidding! Only Inala ever marries anyone, and she's not a big stickler on that."

"I'm not gettin' married to a flapper," Hexen chimes in, having sorted herself out a bit. "I know the fox o' my dreams will show up someday.. or someone else that isn't crazy."

"Please, you're going to marry Krizzy and you know it," Alptraum remarks from where he's laying. "You'd have tried to marry me if I had been a girl."

"Only if you had nice.. uh.. curves," Hexen says. "And didn't bring around cuter friends. Which I bet you would, just to make me squirm!"

"I'm the cutest guy in the troupe," Hexen counters. "I should be getting nicer girls! You'd end up with someone big an' tall if you was a girl. And he'd have to be all gentle and stuff cuz Eeee girls are supposed to be 'frail' and all!"

"He's always had an ego," Alptraum confides to Pouncer. "He used to stick kyootcumbers in his pants, too."

"I got lots of attention from the townies when we dressed up as girls that one time," Hexen says in his defense.

"Did.. did something happen?" Pouncer asks, lowering her voice and leaning towards Alptraum.

"Yeah! He got a date in a town, and got all nervous and twitchy, which caused the one he stuffed in his pants to sweat ... right as he was about to kiss the girl. He ended up running around screaming instead," Alptraum explains.

"Dat was a trick!" Hexen claimed. "She jus' wanted me so her brother could beat up a gypsy.. I bet!" The fox tries to cross her arms defiantly but has trouble. "Gah! How dey always able to cross dere arms when they stick up their noses at me! Dis is hard!"

"Oh, it's not like you haven't done anything foolish for a girl either, Alptraum," Barada notes with a big grin.

Alptraum smirks. "Only a few times. I did almost lose a limb for a woman, once," he admits.

"Is that really considered a limb?" Pouncer asks, eyes wide again. "Or do you mean like.. an arm or leg or wing or.. well, you don't have a tail.."

"My right arm," Alptraum explains, "Nothing perverse. Wow. You've been cooped up too long."

"Nah, that happened when I stuck it into the Shadow of Amena to extract it/pull it away from your lovely ancestor," Alptraum explains. "So, hmm ... it's your fault!"

"Nah, had a reg'lar one before," Hexen says, still trying to figure out how to manage simple things while having boobs.

"My fault?" Pouncer asks, looking stricken. "How can it be my fault? Why did you really do it?"

"Because I was trying to give someone dear to me a future," Alptraum explains and shrugs. He also helps Hexen out and extends his leg, and grabs her left boob with his foot and kneads it. "And it was the only option I had; I needed a shadow dragon."

"A shadow dragon?" Pouncer asks. "Your arm is a dragon? Did it hurt? Or just grow over like that?"

"I guessed it probably would, and of course I was scared," Alptraum says and shrugs. "Didn't matter, I had to do it."

"Ahh!" the girl yelps. "But my ancestor doesn't control it either right?" she asks after rubbing her nose.

Alptraum lets go. "Of course I control it. And no, she does not have any influence over it any more to my knowledge," the bat chuckles.

"Was it really gross when you.. found it?" Pouncer asks, looking like she's imagining it as a severed limb that Alptraum replaced his own with.

"It was a black puddle inside a coffin. I just stuck my hand inside and grabbed it," Alptraum explains. "Not much to it.

"That's.. ughh.. black puddle in a coffin?" Pouncer asks, looking a bit wobbly. "And it was a severed arm?"

"Nope, it was just an energy ball/spirit that I captured," Alptraum says. "IT fought back, which is why my hand looks like it does now."

"Oooo, how'd it fight back?" Hexen says, and mutters, "Energy boob" as if she hadn't heard it correctly.

"It tried to eat my hand and turn me into a zombie," Alptraum explains, and lets go of Hexen's boob.

"How'd you stop it?" Pouncer asks, staring at the limb. "It's not a zombie though is it?"

"I stopped it by destroying its black heart curse," Alptraum explains and shrugs. "Which I can do because I'm Her child." He toe-points at Sunala.

"The undead do not survive Our touch," Sunala notes. "We restore things to their proper state."

Sunala hugs back. "You're glad of your heritage, aren't you?" she asks. "It hasn't been too much of a burden?"

Alptraum rests his chin on Sunala's shoulder. "I am glad of it, and proud of it," he says, "The burden of it also comes with the ability to help ... and that far outweighs the burden."

"And soon he's going to end that curse, too," Barada claims. Then puts her finger to her lips and says, "But it's a secret. Don't tell."

"Yes!" Barada says. "Soon you'll be perfect of getting into the Tower of Babel!"

"I'd rather not think of that right now, thank you," Alptraum notes and makes a face. He scoots back over near Hexe, then tries to pull the foxes head into his lap.

"Mmmf!" the fox complains. It must smell interesting now at least! Her tail whips about like it's trying to fan a fire.

"You need to finish what you started," Alptraum teases Hexen, and winks at Pouncer.

"Mmmrf!" Hexen complains, maybe because she didn't to finish either. Pouncer just blushes. "That looks dangerous," she admits.

Alptraum flops onto his back and pulls Hexen back into, ah, position, and sticks his snoot right back between the foxes legs, and goes back to some rather deep licking. Fair's fair.

Except for that tail, which is always in motion, along with the fox's hips. Sometimes she pushes back without warning, either deliberately or reflexively. It's not like Hexen wouldn't be 'playful' like this anyway. But she's not using her teeth, which is really something since her mouth is a lot narrower.

Alptraum's actually being nice; he's trying to see if he can get Hexen to pop before he does, so he's using every trick he learned from Mave on just how to lick, rub, and tease. He also can now say he knows what a fox tastes like; and probably what Hexen's mom tastes like for that matter.

There's no way to tell if Hexen hasn't already popped, since Alptraum is unfamiliar with foxes, given how rare they are. But her taste has changed to something even muskier than before. Maybe the cunning fox is just dragging things out to get more out of Alptraum than he gets out of her! Or she's trying to remember everything that's being done. Krizzy must be have done something for the fox to know how to use her tongue like that.

Alptraum keeps it up for as long as he can hold out! But even he can only take so much before he feels the usual tension and, well, release! He doesn't give Hexen any warning, though. Hopefully Hexen won't gag too much!

"Blargh!" the fox complains, and starts snorting, as if it got up into her sinuses. "I glurg.. win!"

Alptraum eventually pushes Hexen off. "Win what?" he has to ask. "I now know you're really good at that; which does make me wonder just what you've been doing with other guys back home."

"Krizzy gotta warm me up somehow," Hexen claims, while wiping her mouth. "So, you t'ink I great, huh?"

Alptraum hmms. "Well, you are pretty good at that. I'll let you do that to me back in Sylvania. Krizzy can watch," he promises.

Alptraum grins over to Pouncer and asks, "Want to try? Or be tried on?" He waggles his brow.

"Ack, no!" Hexen yelps. "That'd be weird! You got lucky this time cuz I have a killer perfect bod that you'd be drooling your brains out over in real life."

"No?" Alptraum coos and strokes Hexen's cheek. "But Krizzy would so like it. I bet even the Radovah sisters would want to watch...."

"No way! If they gonna watch, it'll of me bringing Krizzy to a boil over an' over again, now that I know just where the best spots are," Hexen claims, thumbing herself in the left breast. "I just have to get her to not tie me up first!"

"Then jump her yourself! Show her how much you love, adore, and worship her," Alptraum teases. "Ask her to marry you..."

"You were supposed to marry her!" Hexen claims. "If you had, I wouldn't be in dis pickle! An she has eyes in the back of her head! She hears eveeeerything."

"Why was I supposed to marry her? When was that ever suggested?" Alptraum has to ask. "I already have a drop dead gorgeous Eeee I will be marrying, thank you."

"Because she was da other batty!" Hexen claims. "You shoulda been lustin' after her! She can't dance, and is flat assa pancake that my dad sat on, has a voice like a dying frog.. and when you got married, as your best man I was guaranteed to bag a bridesmaid!"

Alptraum rolls his eyes at that. "She had zero interest in me. She only ever wanted you," Alptraum points out. "And her voice is fine."

"Everyone'd be too drunk to notice my dancing," Hexen says, eyes going unfocused. "Katka would tell me she could teach me proper dancing, back at her wagon. And.. there'd be ham. Cheese. Grapes maybe.."

"Then how come there isn't a beautiful feline that isn't a dragon feeding me graaapes?" Hexen whines and rubs her ear. "And now that I've seem myself as a girl, will any mortal woman compare?"

"Are they as gorgeous as me though?" Hexen asks, striking a pose and using her tail like it was a stole. She even makes big-cute-eyes. "Aren't I the sexiest vixen to every be?"

"They're far sexier than you are," Alptraum admits to Hexen, "Sorry." To Pouncer he just sighs and shakes his head. "Yeah, Hexen was always like this. There's a reason I was his only friend," he apologizes.

"And you weren't anything like him, right?" Pouncer asks. "He seems like the sort to.. peek at girls washing up.. which he was doing when he got here!"

"Well, when I was younger I was sorta like that. Not as bad, but ... yeah. All boys are," Alptraum admits and rubs his neck.

"Really?" Pouncer asks, looking shocked. "I.. didn't really know any boys when I was little, because I was raised by cannibals."

"I don't really remember much, it's like a fog now," Pouncer says. "People grow up I guess, even if they don't seem like it."

"Well, no, you're.. unexpected?" Pouncer asks. "But you protect people's futures?" She's hugging her knees as she tries to work things out. "And you're so old. Nearly as old as father and he's ancient."

"You're nearly twice as old as me," Pouncer points out. "And I'm very grown up for my age," the teenager claims.

"And you're also higher ranked, given you're the special chosen of Sunala. I'm just her child," Alptraum teases.

"I didn't choose her, actually," Sunala says. "She chose me. She was there when Srinala woke, took care of her, befriended her. Kept the mages from trying to exorcise her. Then she came to Babel to seek me out again and convince me to be nice."

"Well, and we also linked up during that time when the mages were trying to harm you," Alptraum notes. "You kept me company when I needed it most."

"It was a strange time, when I was only.. half there, or there only half the time," Sunala says, and smiles. "An adventure. I never have adventures in the Lore."

"Adventures are usually terrifying," Alptraum notes and grins. "I was scared the entire time. Everyone was trying to kill me. Other Yodh especially."

"Well, that wouldn't have gone well, but didn't it make you feel alive?" Sunala asks. "I've.. only ever felt alive during that. When I was Srinala part of the time."

"Well, I suppose that's feeling alive?" Alptraum admits. "I usually feel alive just fine, but I have the better fortune to being able to balance my duties as the Barsunala, and just being me. I wish you could do the same."

"The Sea of Souls is stable now, so that means I am as well," Sunala says. "Pouncer is always trying to remind me of what it was like to be Srinala though. I didn't have very much time as a living thing, I suppose."

"It's hard. Living means feeling. Caring. Happiness, anger, it's all part of it," Alptraum says. "And it's hard to deal with. Some things are, or simply must be, no matter how we may feel about them. I too would like you to just be with Pouncer more; you're her family here too, and she needs it." He shrugs a bit. "I want to somehow find the right balance. How to be what is needed when it is needed; but to also be just for myself from time to time; to get to experience and live, and choose for me. Not always for others. A selfish want, yes. But ... it's those moments that make dealing with the harder things more bearable."

"Hey, living people are way more fun!" Barada chimes. "You can tease them, and trick them, and learn their secrets, and then make them do stuff for you! I can't imagine you can make the dead do anything."

"You shouldn't manipulate people," Pouncer says, a bit quietly. She probably doesn't want to go through what Hexen has.

"Well, you can, but it's very disrespectful," Alptraum points out. He tilts his head some, then asks Sunala. "Do you regret me?" he asks. "I know of all the things that lined up that made ... me. I'm a complication, and in many ways a problem. Do you regret it?"

"I do not create the Barsunala, or choose his incarnations," Sunala claims. "Wherever there is belief in a personification of Death, there will be the one who bridges the world of the living and the world of the dead. I do not regret that we both have incarnations at the same time, and have encountered one another. It probably makes it easier."

"Are you glad of me, though?" Alptraum asks. "I know I'm far from remotely perfect; and I probably enjoy tormenting my friends a bit too much," he admits and gestures towards Hexen. "But, does having me around bring you any happiness at all? Any sort of comfort? Anything?"

Sunala goes quiet for a moment, and then says, "I was alone in a cave and comatose as Srinala. Pouncer found me when I woke up. Then you found me on Rephidim. But for awhile I was alone. When that happened, I forgot Srinala. There was just Sunala, and the Lore. Then Pouncer found me again, and you returned as well. I'm better when I'm not alone. Pouncer is my friend, but you are my only real family, in the way that living people have families. I like knowing that you exist. I don't know if that is happiness, but it feels like something important."

Alptraum flicks out his wings and draws in both Pouncer and Sunala close. "Actually, it is, and that answered my question perfectly," he says. "I know we both feel like we should always bear our burdens alone, but ... we all need to remember that each of us exist, and can help support the other. Goddess or otherwise. And none of us should spend too much time alone. We all probably stare into the abyss way too much when we're alone."

"You were always brooding if I didn't come and make you do something!" Hexen claims, puffing her chest out with pride.

Pounce squeaks a bit at being covered in wing. Sunala's can't do that after all. "You could come over for game nights," Pouncer suggests to Alptraum.

"Card games mostly," Pouncer says. "Or guessing games. The Yodhsunala don't seem to have board games. There's this complicated game for three players that's.. Nagai or something. I can't pronounce it properly. It's got a triangular board, and it doesn't seem like a proper game because it's not fun at all. It's the sort of game grownups would play while talking or drinking or something. I'm hoping we can get some dice."

"You do realize you'd always lose to me," Alptraum points out and grins. "We made our living off card and dice games, after all! Well, I did. Hexen mostly got chased by mad marks."

"It was all a clever plan to make us seem incompetent, so they wouldn't catch the ones who were best at cheating," Hexen claims.

"I don't know fancy games, just the ones I learned in Temple Scouts," Pouncer claims. "They were just for fun."

"You were lousy at cheating. Your tail would get all flappy when you had a good hand," Alptraum points out.

"You're just jealous of my tail!" Hexen counters, and hugs her tail so that just her eyes are ears are visible above the tuft. And her boobs to either side of it.

"Riiight. I know what you used to do with that tail on lonely nights, you know," Alptraum comments a bit dryly.

"Were you spying on me?" Hexen asks.. foxily. Even wiggling her hips as if embarrassed.. or having to pee.

"No, you were noisy," Alptraum retorts and taps one of his ears. "Squeal and squish, ugh. Nightmare fuel."

"Are you saying you want to play with my tail?" Hexen asks instead of admitting to anything.

"No, but I think spotty here does," Alptraum points out. "Girl on girl is common in Babel; especially the temples..."

"Next time, you get to be the girl," Hexen tells Alptraum. "You can't be as cute as me of course, but I'll still probably flirt you up a bit."

Alptraum rolls his eyes at that. "I can make quite a pretty girl; I have before," Alptraum points out. "But I doubt you could satisfy me."

"Oh,I bet I can!" Hexen challenges. "Because Krizzy hasn't strangled me in my sleep yet, so I must be doing things right."

"I'll take you on too," Hexen tells Barada. "Had that dream a few times over de years!"

Alptraum looks at Pouncer. "Some guys never really grow up," he comments. "You gotta still love him, though. He's so ... eager."

"Ugh, Sunny is a bad influence on you, girl," Barada claims. "You should hang out with the Yodhbarada! We get to see everything and everyone."

"Too eager!" Pouncer claims, wide-eyed. "That's scary! It would me make me paranoid. Besides, my Dad always scared off any boys before."

"You're not trying to date me or anything," Pouncer points out. "So.. you're cool and fun."

"I could try to date you, but it would be very weird," Alptraum admits. "You need a nice savanite boy."

"Oh.. right.. I have to pretend to be a Savanite if I ever go out," Pouncer says, as if just remembering. "I don't think any come up to the mountain though."

"I could probably find you a Barinala if you prefer. Or a rat," Alptraum offers.

"Ummm.. I don't think I'm ready for either," Pouncer admits, drooping a bit. "It's not like Srinala would come along. I'd prefer to do fun things instead of.. kissy things."

"You could practice kissy things with Srinala," Alptraum suggests ... and wisely scoots a bit away.

"I don't know how to kiss, and probably would not be very good practice," Sunala claims.

"We already brush eachother's hair," Pounce points out.. as if that is the ultimate act of intimacy between two female friends.

"Krizzy would if you asked her to. She'd just have to use her feet," Alptraum points out.

"It's not that scary. I use my feet for stuff all the time," Alptraum points out.

"One of her feet can cover my whole head!" Hexen shudders. "And she been walking on them. So.. they ain't that clean. She sure can tie knots though, but she sometimes uses her mouth to cheat."

"Well, offer to wash her feet first! Honestly, you are the worst boyfriend," Alptraum teases.

"If I touch her feet.. isn't that like one of a flappers private zones?" Hexen asks. "Especially for ones with no proper hands?"

"IT would just show that you love her. You touch her now, don't you?" Alptraum points out. "I don't get you, Krizzy is nice and she likes you a lot. What's the problem?"

"She got what she wanted, but she ain't what I wanted," Hexen says. "So.. it's hard to get over dat still. And.. you know.. she ties me up. She got some stuff going on."

"You don't even know what you want. And i don't get to be with the one I want either, and i may never see again. At least you have someone," Alptraum points out.

Hexen doesn't say how he got thrown into Krizzy's wagon. "We know eachother forever," the fox notes. "It.. just happen kinda."

"I want.. a girl like me!" Hexen admits, and squeezes herself. "I mean.. look at me! Pretty and smart and horny alla time! I'd never leave the wagon, 'cept to relieve myself and strut a bit."

"Maybe, but I'd like the chance to find out," Hexen claims. "And maybe I want kids, y'know. I'd be a great dad!"

"The liklihood of you having kids is really small, you know. It's not like there are many foxes around," Alptraum points out. "I'm still amazed that I will be having kids."

"Gimme one of 'em den," Hexen offers. "Den Krizzy would have to be less.. ropey.. with me."

"I could use my connections to see if i can arrange a miracle, and Krizzy get pregnant with your kid," Alptraum suggests.

"Eehhhh.. wait," Hexen says, interrupting a grimace. "She'd get bigger boobs from that, wouldn't she?"

"Sev'ral ways?" Hexen asks, but then gets a worried look. "Hmmm.. Hmmm.. gotta t'ink bout dis," the fox says, and starts pacing back and forth.

Alptraum nods to Pouncer. "He kind of obsesses over them. I really don't know why," he admits.

"So you weren't chasing girls like that?" Pouncer asks next. Barada gets a big grin when she overhears.

"I tink.. maybe having a kid'd be the best way," Hexen decides. "If Krizzy just started looking like a girl suddenly, maybe other guys get interested. But if she have my kid, then it clear she's wit' me!"

"But.. if she could be better.. that would be alright," Hexen says. "I know noone else want me, because girls usually want kids dat I can't give 'em. If Krizzy treat me nicer.. and with actual kids of our own.. that'd be different."

Alptraum hmmms. "Well, it might be possible. I'll have to investigate. Since she is an Eeee and all, it might be within the realm of influence," he muses. "Though it would then mean I would own Inala a favor and that's dangerous."

"Inala is.. the really hot one, right?" Hexen asks. "Maybe I could charm her!"

Alptraum looks at Barada and Sunala. "He would have no hope with her, am I right?" he asks.

"But.." the youngest goddess offers, "She does have a sense of humor and a soft spot for those unable to conceive."

"Well, I don't give away information for free," Barada claims, and then pouts at Sunala.

"In one of the Lore stories, a man begged so much that he be able to give his wife a child, she turned him back into a fetus and had her give birth to him," Sunala claims.

"Eh.. that doesn't sound like a good thing," Hexen points out. There is more tail hugging as well.

"Well, maybe you could get pregnant instead," Alptraum jokes to Hexen. "I might know where to find some fox spirits."

"No way! Unless I get to keep dis body.." the fox says, then shakes her head. "What'm I saying? I can't be a girl! I'd never have any peace, and the other girls would be mean to me out o' revenge!"

"Are you suuure?" Alptraum asks. He then has to sit and concentrate for a bit, just to see if he can somehow summon Kaira; as a 12 year old child too. She might know where to find foxes for Hwxen.

"Hey! You had a picnic without me?" the small dragon complains when she appears. "After all of the picnics I've taken you on, Alptraum?"

"They started it," Alptraum points at Barada and Sunala. He then points at Hexen and notes, "And she wants to get pregnant. Got any amorous foxes in your prison?"

"She's a bit on the short side," Kaira notes after looking Hexen up and down. "But I can get a kitsune to knock her up, I'm sure. Just need a good physical medium that's male."

Alptraum looks at Hexen. "Well, so ... awww. But you would have even bigger boobs," he points out.

"Hexen here wants kids," Alptraum explains. "She's normally a he, but right now she's a she, and horny."

"I want to get my, uh, friend pregnant," Hexen explains, "But she's not a fox! I've never even seen another fox. But if she could be a fox for a bit.. is that something?"

"She could be a fox, yes, if there was enough ambient magic to draw on to do it," Alptraum admits. "Across distance, that would be, er, hard."

"I'm usually the one doing the confusing though," Kaira notes, then looks at Hexen again, and notices Alptraum's younger appearance finally. "Oh, this is a dream! That's not what the fox is normally like. But, a kitsune spirit could probably work on her, if she's a good medium, and already in estrus or however it works with whatever she is. The closer to a fox the better, morphogenically. So.. like.. a wolf? Gallah? At least a mammal?"

"No, he's normally a lot more ugly than right now," Alptraum notes, "And his girlfriend is an Eeee like me, but not like me. One of the wing hand ones."

"She likes sweets," is Hexen's counter. "And since I'm the sweetest guy in the troupe, she is madly in love with me."

"And so of course she wants to be a mother then," Kaira says, and nods to Alptraum. "Where are they now?" she asks Alptraum. And then just starts rolling around in the grass.

Alptraum nods to pouncer. "Yes. She's usually bigger. She's also my secretary," he explains.

"I'm rolling in the grass of course!" Kaira states. "Children roll in things. Everyone knows that. Sylvania is a bit far away. They'll have to wait until you get back, or better yet come to you. Then it would be easier."

"How can you not tell?" Alptraum points out to Pouncer. To Kaira, he says, "Kaira, this is Pouncer. Also, the last living relative of good ol Amenlichli."

"She's younger right now. We all are. She's also called Daughter of Shadow, and Queen of the Turnips," Alptraum explains.

"I'm not called Queen of the Turnips!" Pouncer yelps with teenage self-consciousness.

"Carrots are much nastier in a fight than turnips are," Kaira notes, then crouches down and pounces Hexen, who squeals like a piglet being murdered.

"Hey, a cult tried to capture and sacrifice me once, so why not you?" Alptraum notes to Hexen. "Or we could leave you a girl, and sell you in Abu Dhabi."

"To some rich guy?" Hexen asks from under the dragon. "No," she decides. "Can't you turn Krizzy into a vixen instead?"

"I would have to do lewd things to your mother," Alptraum explains, "As I'd need a vixen body pattern to use."

"No way! Dad would stomp you. I've seem him stomp things!" Hexen declares. "And.. would that mean Krizzy would look like my mom? That.. is not gonna work!"

"Because I don't wanna have sex with my mom!" Hexen says, and then gasps in realization. "You! You.. thought that way about my mom?"

"And they didn't even try to suck up to me in hopes of getting a sleep-over in our wagon!" Hexen fumes. "At least you never peeped on her though, did you?"

"Nooooo," Hexen wails, still pinned down under the dragon. "You weren't thinkin' o' her when I showed up like dis, were you?"

"Actually, no. "That would have been weird," Alptraum notes, "Plus, I already have my own ebon beauty to dream about now," he says.

"Well.. the dragon said she knew cute-soon-ies that are also foxes or something?" Hexen asks.

"A large fox like thing with four legs. So, a doglike bottom with a person upper torso," Alptraum explains.

"Very fluffy. You'd need to be hung like your father, though, to satisfy them," Alptraum admits.

"Dat doesn't solve the being a fox for getting kits problem though," Hexen points out.

"Plus, you kinda need to ask Krizzy if she would want to be a fox," Alptraum points out.

"Well, if you have a male fox, you only need the half of him from his mother to use, but.." Kaira says, "that would be his mom again."

"She wants me, and I'm a fox, so clearly she likes foxes," Hexen claims. "From? Uh.. someplace that didn't have other foxes, because my dad is a Rhian."

"Your dad had to be a fox, Hexen," Alptraum says, "There's no what you're actually Borg's son. Sorry."

"Well, usually it's the one that raises you who counts as a parent," Kaira claims. "It works for Cuckoo birds."

"Sure, the one that raises you is still your mom or dad," Alptraum agrees. "But I mean the one who helped sire him had to be a fox. Pretty sure."

"Well, Cuckoos lay their egg in the nest of another bird," the dragon explains. "When it hatches, the parents feed it, even though it's bigger than the other chicks and sort of.. murders them.. and there's something about sugary breakfast cereals too I think."

"Eh, hard to say then if a fox father was technically required," the dragon says, head bobbing back and forth. "Could have been a fox ghost, or demon, or old god or something. That's a tricky area."

"Can you imagine a fox bat? Wing arms, big feet, and Hexen's head?" Alptraum points out.

"There are normal bats that look like that.. just with no tail," Kaira points out.

"Well, if you can ask Krizzy if she'd like to be a fox for a time, maybe Kaira and I can figure something out. It would be a while anyway," Alptraum notes.

"Well..." Kaira says, bending her neck back to look upside-down at Alptraum. "Maybe, maybe not."

"Is it?" Kaira asks. "Could be something to try! What's the worst that could happen?" Hexen squirms under her, and complains, "The grass is getting into places it shouldn't. Can you call her off o' me?"

"Nope. Only way to get her off is to have sex with her. So, get busy," Alptraum lies.

"I'd need to probably visit the Zakaro temple and get more practice here in an environment more suited for it, but something to consider," Alptraum admits, then leans over to lick Pouncer's ear, lest she feel left out.

"Are all buys like this?" Pouncer asks, surprised at the lick. "Or is it just the age that causes it?"

Kaira.. rolls over, so she's still on top of Hexen, but on her back. "Actually, if you offer me ice-cream I'll get off too," she claims. "If it's strawberry."

"Just.. weird?" Pouncer asks. "Goofy? Did you ever actually lick girls when you were this age?"

Alptraum shrugs. "What's wrong with being goofy?" he asks. "Would you prefer me to be serious and creepy?"

"No, I'm just making sure," Pouncer says. "When they're my age, what are they like?"

"Pouncer is used to having a strong father figure to set her expectations against," Sunala claims. And Pouncer doesn't say otherwise.

"Parents are always serious around their kids. When they're by themselves, they're goofy," Alptraum explains, probably shattering Pouncer's worldview.

"There's a big difference between a parent and a child, and two regular people in terms of social expectations," Alptraum adds.

"By the way, I hope you send your father letters," Alptraum tells Pouncer. To Hexen he says, "Are you serious? The man once got so drunk he went table-top clogging, and broke ten tables."

"He also set a town hall on fire while lighting his own farts once," Alptraum adds.

"We were leaving that town anyway," Hexen claims. "The townies shouldn't have dared him."

"See what I grew up with?" Alptraum says to Pouncer as he gestures towards Hexen.

"Was it fun though?" Pouncer asks. "Would you light your farts in the air instead?"

"And yes it was fun for the most part. Even that loon," Alptraum admits and thumbs to Hexen. "And he put up with me, and I was an awful friend."

"Did you have adventures, and fight monsters or find treasure?" Pouncer asks. For someone 'raised by cannibals' and then put into the Temple Scouts, she comes across as having a rather sheltered life.

"Yes to all of those. And Barada over there even tried to seduce me, pretending to be a princess," Alptraum explains.

"I think it was a fairy princess goddess," Barada claims. "So I wasn't actually lying. And I bet you enjoyed it."

"I missed out, apparently," Kaira laments, putting the back of a paw to her forehead. "I would have been a much better person to hang out with, I'm sure. I'm loads of fun!"

"You're manipulative, greedy, and condescending," Alptraum remarks a bit dryly to Kaira. "And you see me as a tool to use."

"You're my best friend though," Kaira claims. "Everyone else I have to deal with are uppity jerks."

"No, of course not," Kaira claims. "I'm only an incomplete copy of someone, and I have to keep those.. well, you've seen what they can be like.. in line. It's stressful, and hard to switch back to dealing with a real person at times. And if I'm nice you tell me I'm pretty too."

Alptraum gets up, but only so that he can sit on Kaira, who is still on top of Hexen. Why? Because it's Hexen. "Okay, fair enough," he concedes.

"And you can brush my hair and polish my claws if you like," Kaira offers, while Hexen wheezes!

Alptraum does something weird instead. He grabs one of Hexen's feel and just starts licking her toes.

"Ah.. hahah.. hmm," the fox starts. "That's actually kinda nice!" she then admits.

"Drat, foiled by a weird friend," Alptraum laments. He offers the foot to Pouncer. "Wanna lick?"

"I've gotten used to eating bugs, but.. does it taste like something other than feet?" the feline asks.

"There was a room in the Temple of Inala where Yodh would walk across various substances and then let the pilgrims lick their feet," Barada notes.

"Do you really want to know? How about screwing someone while killing them. Cutting their throat, strangling, or so on," Alptraum remarks. "You name it, they did it."

"Dat's not.. a thing?" Hexen asks, and shudders. "I dun wanna be a girl anymore!"

"It's a thing for some crazy and horrible people," Alptraum comments, "But I helped remove them, so they're not as much of a problem anymore."

"Actually, people can be worse than monsters, and often are," Alptraum notes and starts playing bogos on Hexen's butt.

"Hey, don't bruise de fruit!" Hexen complains, and paffs Alptraum with floof-tail. So much floof!

"Well, it's either do this, ot do it on your mom's butt," Alptraum threatens. "You are safer with Hexen being a girl," he also tells Pouncer.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Hexen whines. "I wouldna do anything bad! I've never done anything bad to a girl, have I Traum?"

Alptraum slips his hand down under the floof and starts rubbing fingers on girl bits to distract Hexen. "Well, no, you haven't," he agrees. "Usually, girls beat him up. It's a bit pitiful."

"That's just their excuse for touchin' me!" Hexen claims, and wiggles her butt a bit, but doesn't let up on the tail swatting. That might actually speed up.

Alptraum's fingers disappear into someplace warm to keep rubbing. His other hand grabs the tail base to keep him from being hit so much. "Seriously, as loud and crude as he is, he's not a bad guy. Has horrible luck and does get beat up a lot," Alptraum admits to Pouncer.

"Look at how he talks about a girl that absolutely loves and adores him," Alptraum points out. "Krizzy practically worships him and he's not very nice to her."

"Well.. being unkind is major character flaw," Pouncer admits. And then pokes Sunala.

"You'd probably like it more if you just quit fighting her and gave in," Alptraum points out to Hexen, and squeeze-rubs with that hidden hand.

Hexen whines. "So not fair. If you were de girl I wouldn't be torturin' you like dis," the fox claims.

"I've been a girl. I make a nice girl," Alptraum tells Hexen. Kaira, though, gets a roll of his eyes. "You're snarky, and egotistical, and you think I'm dumb," Alptraum comments dryly.

"Well, 'nice' originally meant naive and innocent," Kaira notes. "Easily taken advantage of. You are kind though."

"I had very nice breasts for a bat, yes," Alptraum remarks. "What is your obsession with breasts?"

"Why are you being so whiny?" Alptraum asks and removes his hand. He wipes it off on Kaira.

"Guh!" Hexen pants once the hand is removed, and scoots a little further away. "You'd whine too!" she claims.

Alptraum's eyes narrow and he concentrates, trying to take on a 'Young Mave' body, with his normal coloration. As in, prove to Hexen he makes a nice girl!

Since it's a dreamscape, there not much of an issue using his imagination. It doesn't even require the shadow after all. The result is.. well, a lot like young Sunala, but with intact wings and eyes.

"Tada," Alptraum squeaks at Hexen in a how higher register. Then she blinks and looks between Sunala and Pouncer. "I look like ... Mom," she admits after a bit more comparison.

"That's only fair, if'n I look like mine," Hexen claims. Then looks again and says, "You look nuthin' like your mom!"

"Your mom looked like that when she was younger?" Hexen asks. "And how'd you change?"

"I'm special!" Alptraum explains a bit vaguely. "I can change my form to anything. I could even be you."

"One of the Goddesses here did that to you. There are two goddesses here, after all," Alptraum explains, then tries shifting again. This time to the savanite form, a guy. To mess with Pouncer.

"That's a lot of.. jewelry," Pouncer notes and then bites her lip, trying to look away.

Alptraum scoooots close to Pouncer, and drapes his arms over her shoulders. "Problem?" he signs, though he has no idea if she even knows that language.

Pouncer squeaks and blushes. She fumbles out a "You are handsome," with her fingers while trying to look away.

Alptraum doens't help by liiiicking one of her ears. "Oh? This form is hannnndsome to you?" he teases, signing while sucking on that ear he just licked. One advantage of non-vocal communication.

This makes the kitten mew a bit, then cover her face with her hands. Which keeps her from seeing any more signs.

"Such a teaser!" Barada claims. "Hard to think he's related to us," she tells Sunala.

Alptraum lets go and turns, stalking towards Hexen now on all fours, while changing again. Only this time he takes on a massive naga form, which surrounds Hexen in coils of scale, and wraps her up so that only her head sticks out. Then there's some movement, and he introduces Hexen to anatomical features of some naga; namely double bits, doubly now inside Hexen.

"A Naga, they're from the desert kingdoms," Alptraum hisses in Hexen's ear, then wiggles the forked tongue in it. There's also a lot of undulation as the naga starts giving Hexen a, er, ride.

"Eeee, and it's got little snakes down dere toooo?" is the fox's reaction. She can't actually squirm or move after all. "I thought the dragon was bad!"

Alptraum dislocates his jaw, and swallows Hexen's head! Just the head, thankfully, but for a good thirty seconds.

There is a lot of screaming during that thirty seconds, and Pouncer hides her face again, saying, "Don't do it! Don't do it!"

Alptraum lets go, and undulates in ways to try and calm Hexen down. Or at least distract her.

The fox is hyperventilating (which is hypnotic in its own way) and has wide eyes. "You.. you trying to make me cry!" she accuses Alptraum. "I ain't never goin' to no desert!"

"Oh come on, have I ever hurt you really?" Alptraum asks Hexen and keeps adjusting undulation of serpent coils to see if any of them calm Hexen down any.

"You nearly set me on fire with that walkin'-over-hot-coals trick that one time," Hexen sniffs.

"You forgot to wet your feet first," Alptraum points out. "You were too busy staring at one of the Radovah girls' bosoms."

"She was wearing a top made outta leaves!" Hexen claims. "You were lookin' too!"

"My, I didn't think you had such interesting lives as gypsies," Barada notes. "I should have visited more often!"

"Yes, but I also wet my feet," Alptraum points out, then tries some more movement to distract the fox.

"At least one other Goddess tried to take me once, too," Alptraum remarks to Barads, then tongue flicks.

"Stop wigglin', it making me swoony," Hexen says, bobbing back and forth in time.

"What's this?" Barada asks. "Firstly, I didn't try to take you, I just wanted to check up on you. Secondly.. what other goddess?" She narrows her eyes a bit as she asks, since it's clearly something the hadn't been aware of.

"Some old forgotten Sylvanian one," Alptraum says and shrugs. "It was a while ago." He, in fact, doesn't stop. He's trying to get the fox to, well, pop, and engoy the time on the other side, as it were.

Hexen has to keep correcting her balance to avoid falling over, but doesn't seem to want to hold on with her hands. Her eyes are looking a bit glazed and dilated though.

"Hey, no gods are allowed to mess with you except for us!" Barada claims. "That includes dragons," she tells Kaira as well.

Alptraum keeps it up, though he's starting to feel like he wants to pop soon too; which will, well, flood both of Hexen's lower holes. "Everyone wants to mess with me, so I mess back," he comments.

"My worlds are much more fun than this," Kaira tells Pouncer. "I've got elves and goblins and castles and faeries and all sorts of monster. Plus, miniature gold."

Hexen starts squeezing about then, clenching everything she's got. It makes her tail stand up and shake around wildly, like a cat preparing to pounce.

The squeezing only makes more undulation. Until the snake-bat-thing starts hissing. If he had eyelids, they'd clench. And that's when Hexen learns that naga popping means getting filled with 'cool' sticky instead of hot sticky.

Alptraum's movement doesn't stop. He's trying to see if Hexen will go all 'yippy'.

Hexen does start to squeak. It's very cute, but it isn't until her tail stops twitching and curls that it's clear something has really happened to her. Maybe the joke about vixens being insatiable isn't so far off.

"There you go, give into it," Alptraum whispers in Hexen's ear in Sylvanian. The movements stay slow and steady, seeing just how long he can keep the fox in that state.

Now Hexen is squeezing.. herself. She's definitely got something going, and even has to close her eyes. She starts making weird noises as well. Fox noises, apparently, because surely nothing else could sound like that.

Alptruam is now trying to figure out if Hexen is enjoying it or not. Of course until he's sure either way, he's not going to stop moving.

At least there isn't a 'cool down' for Naga form, so keeping things going isn't an issue. And Hexen is definitely pinned in place. Her ears start to twitch though, and she makes another burst of indescribable noises, that are louder than the first ones and closer together. If the fox remembers any of this, it may make being a male again a bit disappointing!

This is fascinating! Fox sex research! The snake tries rolling undulations next to see what sort of musical tones Hexen can make!

The sounds are anything but musical. Less the product of a flute than of a banshees death rattle. They jump from keening to whining to something that other-wordly, with no transition between them. They don't even sound like noises of pleasure, but something meant to scare of predators and curious children and possibly make milk go sour.

Alptraum keeps it up doe a minute longer, then slows down, and stops. "Well, that was different," the snake comments with a straight face. But then again all snake expressions are straight faces.

It takes a bit longer before Hexen winds down, and seems to slump a bit. "Huh?" she asks, finally blinking and opening her eyes.

"Alptraum uncoils and changes back to his normal bat body; the boring ol' guy. "What do you mean by 'huh'? I just gave you an experience, and all you can say is huh?" he asks.

"You're a girl right now, and just had mindblowing sex," Alptraum explains. "And you're carrying Kaira's child."

"I am?" the vixen asks, still in a bit of a daze. "Who's the daddy? Wait.. is it me? I'd make a good daddy."

Alptraum gets up uses his wing to scoop up some water from the pool, then walks back over and dumps it over Hexen.

"Blurp!" the fox complains, "It's not bath night yet! I'm all wet!" Followed a moment later by. "Being wet makes my boobs look bigger. How is that?"

Alptraum rubs his face. "I'm sorry, my friend is an idiot," he apologizes to the two Goddesses and Pouncer.

"Was he always like that?" Barada asks. "He didn't seem that bad when I met him. But he did give me his shirt. Which wasn't very bright."

"He's always been a little flighty. But he really is a good person. Stuck by me through everything, even when I didn't deserve him to," Alptraum says.

"More or less, yeah. I was considered creepy by most since weird stuff always happened around me," Alptraum admits.

"What sort of weird stuff?" Pouncer asks. Just as Hexen decides to shake like a canine and spray water everywhere.

"Lots of ghosts and undead. And Goddesses poking around," Alptraum remarks while shielding himself with his wings. He also looks pointedly at Barada.

And may I introduce someone else?" Alptraum asks. "Like ... the woman I will marry, and the one who will bear your grandchildren." That last bit was said while looking at Sunala.

"You're getting married?" Sunala asks, perking up. "I don't recall any of the previous Barsunala getting married."

"Well, they likely never met someone that special," Alptraum admits. "She's different, and in some ways a lot like me. Family obligations and duties she must do."

"No," Alptraum says and plops his butt back down. He doesn't even know if this will work, or what time it is right now in Draco County. But, if Hexen's here, well... His mind goes to Rosalind Draco, and he tries to find her threads, her feel, and see if by some small miracle, he could bring her mind into this dreamscape.

There's definitely a thread, but its a bit tangled. Not enough to prevent tugging, but enough to prevent translation into the theme of the dream: so if he pulls Rosalind in, she wouldn't be a teenager.

Alptraum frowns, but he tries anyway. It just means Rosalind will see him in all is young, dorky, glory. Ugh. Well, at least it mught make her laugh?

And suddenly Rosalind Draco is there, sitting cross-legged on the picnic blanket, and very pregnant (for an Eeee). "Explain yourselves!" she demands, her glowing irises flaring brighter and bits of shadow wafting off of her. It may be that this isn't the first time she's been involved in dream shenanigans.

Alptraum holds up a finger. "Ah, hello, Rose. It's me. A younger version, but me. Alptraum," he explains nervously and quickly. "I tried bringing you into this space to see you, and for others to meet you. I can send you back." For all the silliness earlier, now he looks scared.

Alptraum squeaks! And returns the hug! "Of course I'm alive!" he blurts out. "Did you think I wasn't? I'm so sorry."

"I haven't heard anything!" Rose notes, and squeezes harder. Pregnant women get stronger apparently!

"I've been extremely busy! And doing things I'm a bit ashamed of to fix the mess in Babel," Alptraum admits, and wheezes, a lot. "I've been afraid to reach out. And the longer it got, the more I thought you may have forgotten about me, or found someone else," he babbles.

"How can I forget you?" Rose asks, looking stricken. "I'm pregnant. Galand is nice and all but that hardly means I'd forget you! I worry constantly. And.. why are you adolescent? Did something happen to you? Who are these girls? I remember the Carol the dragon."

"Kaira," Alptraum corrects regarding the dragon. "The others, are ... well ... Sunala, the Goddess of Death in Babel and thus my mother in a sense. The other is Barada, the Goddess of secrets. The spotted one is ... complicated. The last of the Aztepa ruling line and under protection from the demon of Aztepa. And the drooling fox is Hexen. Barada brought him here to mess with me. They all decided they wanted to have a carefree fun time, and thus we all sort of ended up young in this place."

"I thought Hexen was a boy?" Rose asks. "So.. where is this exactly? You're still in Babel or are you back in Sylvania now?"

"I'm physically still in Babel. This is sort of an in-between dreamscape. This one made by Barada, I think. But I can make them too, I've been practicing. And it's coming down to a showdown against the former General; now an undead and myself. Also Amenlichli is involved, unfortunately," Alptraum babbles. "And yes, Hexen normally is. He's been made that way to tease him. Her."

"I remember some of the tricks we would play on one another back in university," Rose says, and smirks. "I'm sure you can win. Have you been getting stronger? Are you alright otherwise? Have you reconciled with your father?"

"I have, and I'm currently working to undo an old curse made by the Sabbaoth to erase the memories if people that displeased him from the populace; one of which was his wife and unborn daughter. It's a massive ritual with its web spread out through the city and all the temples; centering on the tower," Alptraum explains while his hands drift and settle on Rosalind's belly. "He also cried when he learned he would be a grandfather."

"So he is not made of stone after all," Rose says, putting her own hands atop Alptraum's. There's no motion, but that will probably change within a few weeks. "Phlagea is bigger," she notes. "We spend a lot of time together."

"I'm sorry for being gone for so long. Things here are ... centuries of mess cannot be undone quickly, and I'm the only idiot dumb enough to try to fix things," Alptraum admits. "I've even managed to help the Goddesses find new places and better roles for the people. And they haven't tried to kill me."

Alptraum looks confused for a moment. "Plagaea is bigger? Really? But she was always so skinny," he comments randomly. "Has she mentioned me at all?"

"She's a few weeks more pronounced than I am," Rose reminds Alptraum. "And she may be having twins. Of course she mentions you. And sometimes, when she feels sick, she talks about all the horrible curses she will inflict upon you. I hadn't realized she'd never been sick before that."

Alptraum gestures to Pouncer too. "And this one ... she might benefit from some advice on how to deal with an overpowering 'parental' figure," he explains to Rose, "She was born to fulfill a specific role, and it's a horrible one, and it will not come to pass. Ever. Not if I have any say on it. And ..." He pauses, considering. "You have a lot of experience in hereditary passing of powers and the like. Perhaps you might have some advice on how to prevent the passing down through a hereditary line?"

The comment about Phagaea makes him rub his face. "You can tell her Gorphat makes sure I suffer, a lot, already. Maybe that explains why Goirphat delights so in tormenting me," he admits.

"Me? Advise on avoiding something I couldn't avoid?" Rose asks. "Granted, I never expected to have to avoid it. It wasn't supposed to pass down to me." She gives a Pouncer a sympathetic look though. "The burdens of our forebears are never deserved when they fall upon us. I'm sure the populace of Babel would agree. You can only fight it or accept it. And if accepting it is too much to bear, you must fight it with all that you have. But you don't have to fight alone."

"She is under my protection as well," Sunala notes. "I certainly will not allow my ancient enemy to claim her."

"The ancient Enemy also being the one responsible for the state of Sylvania's lands, and Bosch," Alptraum explains. "The entire world's ancient enemy."

"She will face a reckoning," Rose claims, and puts a hand on Alptraum's cheek while smiling. "She is losing her weapons, one by one."

"I also found the weapon capable of killing her," Alptraum notes, "It was in Babel. A weapon that literally unwrites someone from time itself."

"That.. sounds terrible, but useful," Rose says, sounding worried again. "Are you going after her?"

"Not right now. I want to see my children born. I want to enjoy some time of peace. Dagh, I want to see you again, in person. I think I deserve at least some time to be with my family before I have to deal with more worldly horrors," Alptraum admits.

"There will be time for us," Rose promises. "Just come straight home after you are done in Babel. I'm sure they need you, but they still need to take care of themselves too."

"With some skills I am learning ... I may be able to still help in Babel too, if not normally physically there," Alptraum says and nods, "But yes, I do need to come back to you. Before Arkold seduces you too."

"I am still waiting to hear if has become a pirate warlord," Rose says. "I should send Lilith to make sure that he's keeping out of trouble. When I don't have her looking for trouble in other areas."

"Speaking of trouble, are the Yodhblakat still giving the Gallisians grief on your behalf?" Alptraum asks.

The countess has a wicked grin as she says, "Oh yes, between them, the Bloodfurs and the Midnight Murder there likely aren't any Gallisians who do not believe Sylvania to be swarming with demonic warriors."

Alptraum grins at that too. "Good," he says, then just leans forward and rests his forehead against Rosalind's shoulder. "I miss you," he says. "I have plenty of distractions in Babel, but they only work for so long before the lack of your presence feels like a hole in my days."

"It is hard knowing you are half a world away," Rose says, stroking Alptraum's hair. "But you'll be back. I have faith in that."

"Hopefully," Alptraum says, "But if i don't fix the mess here, it will spread and endanger all of us, even those half a world away. I want my children to have a better world than we did."

"Then I know you defeat this undead monster," Rose claims. "You are the Barsunala after all. The undead fear and desire your touch."

"Too many things desire my touch," Alptraum remarks, then looks right back at Barada. HE chuckles, then has to tell Rose, "Sorry, bad joke on my part. I will do all I can, because I must. I have someone to fight for, both now," he says, then his hands return to her belly. "And in the future."

"Oh, so many desire your touch, eh?" Rose asks. "How many desire to touch you themselves then?" And then Alptraum is being tickled by a pregnant woman, who is now bigger than he is.

Alptraum flails and falls backwards. He also goes 'wah!' "Even you! You all want to torment me, I knew it! I'm just a toy to all of you!" he whines, though the exaggeration of it hopefully implies it's not serious at all. "If Phlagaea were here, she'd probably try to kill me!"

"She is quite calm nowadays, and hardly ever cackles," Rose claims, and grabs for Alptraum's feet before he can squirm away.

Alptraum's feet grab back, and his legs are strong, so .. he has her! Well, maybe. It could be a problem, either way.

Hexen decides to attack at that point, trying to tickle Alptraum's ribs while blocking his sight with her tail! "Coochie-choochie!" the fox laughs.

"Augh! Et tu, Foxy?" Alptraum laments, squirms, then tries to bite that fluffy tail!

There's so much fluff to get through. But by then he's beset by Barada, tickling his belly. "I won't be left out!" the goddess claims.

Alptraum uses wings to try and push the girls off! "Aaaaah!" he wails, though it's hard to hear, his mouth it full of fluff.

Then to make things worse, someone grabs his ears! And licks them! It's less ticklish but still just adds what it can to the assault.

The only one not involved so far seems to be Sunala. "Is that uncomfortable, Alptraum?" she asks.

"It's weird!" Alptraum complains! Though having lots of women playing with you is kinda fun.

Curling means curling over Hexen and Barada, since Rose has his feet still. "Batalanche!" Hexen squeaks.

This gets his legs twisted around as pulls the others over. He's got Barada pinned beneath him, and while momentarily free of fox tail, he gets a face full of fox chest floof instead as Hexen grabs on.

Alptraum tries to bite onto one of Hexen's nipples! And if he does, suck on it! That should distract her but good.

While this seems to give Hexen pause, the whole thing has exposed Alptraum's back, which gets pounced upon by.. Pouncer. She seems to be trying to bite his ears. "Are you sure it is fun?" Sunala asks.

Alptraum flails his hears around in order to sort of play-slap Pouncer with them! "smmmfh, is, mun!" Alptraum says around the nipple he has a grip on. He starts pulling on it too.

"What was that?" Sunala asks. "I don't think you're winning, not from this angle."

Hexen is the easiest to reach, while Barada is still squirming about underneath Alptraum.

Alptraum goes for HExen. She's the easiest of the bunch, anyway, in many ways, some innocent and some not!

"Rrrr!" Hexen growls.. cutely.. as she tries to 'savage' Alptraum's ear. But she doesn't bite any harder than he does on her. At least she hasn't started lactating yet. Barada is trying to get further under him, instead of escaping.

ALptraum starts trying to make HExen lactate, because that would just mess with her head even more! IT may not work, but why not! Plus, it's fun to nurse anyway. He's somewhat ignoring Barada, though he has a suspicion what she may be trying to do.

Pouncer isn't really doing much to his other ear at the moment. It's possible the girl just got caught up in the moment and is now wonder if she really should be involved like this. But she's purring against Alptraum's back at least.

Alptraum is wiggling, and trying to arch some, which means he might actually be trying to rub Pouncer in naughty ways.

Hexen stops biting, as the nursing triggers lactation. "Oooo.." she says. Barada has finally squirmed her way to where she can suck on Alptraum's nipple though! She's pretty strong to be able to move that much with Alptraum and Pouncer's weight on her.

That surprises Alptraum! And he tries something; just making himself a little more top-heavy so he can, er lactate and see if that surprises Barada at all! Might not work, he's a little distracted right now.

The arching causes little kitty claws to suddenly dig into his shoulders though. "I've played Wild Dromodon before!" Pouncer claims. "You ain't gonna throw me off!"

It should be impossible to surprise Barada, canonically. But it's happened before. "When did you get rings in your wings?" Rose asks.

"Along the trip, trying to blend in and have an adventure, or something," Alptraum admits; though he has to stop nursing to do that. He goes right back to it, though!

There's a sudden quick bite on Alptraum's butt. That had to either be from Rose or Sunala.

"You want to bite butts?!?!" Alptraum has to ask. Man, he wishes he had a tail right now.

"I didn't get play rough as a child," Rose notes and sniffs. Then there's a double-grab on his buns. Since Rose has his legs in her hands, it could be her feet but that would require a bit more bending over. So it could be Barada.

Alptraum tenses up his butt, and tries to gauge grip size! He also tries to roll over!

"Ow!" Hexen yelps as things get tugged during the roll attempt. Pouncer also yelps and grabs Alptraum's shoulder harder, thinking he's trying to roll her off.

Alptraum rolls so he's laying on top of her now. Granted, that means he's now on his back. Not a very good defensive posture, though.

"I'm stuck," Pouncer complains from the ground, with everyone's weight now on top of her.

"Aha!" Hexen declares triumphantly! "Wait, what does that mean?" the fox then asks.

"We can do this!" Barada says, straddling Alptraum's hips and then tipping Hexen off to the side so she can tickle ribs again!

Alptraum aughs! And goes right back to flailing ... and trying to push Barada off!

Barada has a good grip with her legs now, and the flailing causes Pouncer to yowl and flail too.

That's when Rose actually lets go of his legs! Barada gets tumbled. It might help that Pouncer was pushing from underneath as soon as Alptraum started to roll.

Pouncer rolls free after tipping Alptraum and Barada. Then she pushes Hexen in after them.

Alptraum flails in the water, splashing and sending water everywhere. He comes up sputtering.

"I haven't been bested yet though," the goddess claims, while Hexen tries to keep Barada in the water.

"Hexen and Barada should wrestle in pudding, or something," Alptraum jokes as he reaches the shore.

"They also wrestle in sausages," Alptraum remarks as he drags himself out of the pool. "And I think you should make Roogi wear a gallesian maid outfit."

"They aren't my responsibility," Rose says with a smirk. "You'll have to ask Arkold to try. But then he'd probably wind up in the maid outfit."

"Bah! I'd try to get you in one, but you'd kill me," Alptraum comments, then splashes her with water.

"Not as embarrassing!" Alptraum retorts. "Though, I could get you some Babelite Maid garb. Hmm."

"It saves on having to clean the uniforms," Barada calls from the water. "Since maids get dirty all the time!"

"So you don't think my wearing gowns is appealing anymore?" Rose asks playfully.

"Of course they are. But I could also see you in some kinker Babelite stuff too," Alptraum teases.

"Well.. no. I don't get out much at the moment," Rose claims. "Melusine gets nervous if I'm not close by."

"She is turning into some sort of mother-in-law, it feels like," Rose complains. "Always wanting to check my progress, asking after every little thing. And yes, I think she misses you. She doesn't trust your dragon."

"I'm very trustworthy," Kaira claims from the edge of the blanket. "Especially by Babelite standards."

"She probably doesn't trust me, either," Alptraum points out, then sighs. "I wish I could actually be there. Even if it was just for a couple nights. I miss all of you."

"Being in multiple places," the dragon says. "This isn't just a dream you realize. Just like going into the dagger isn't some hallucination."

Alptraum looks at Rosalind. "If I could be there briefly, would you like that? Would the others?" he asks.

"Of course!" Rose says, and pulls Alptraum (though still dripping wet) into a hug.

Alptraum hugs onto Rose. "Well, I'll try to do that, then. Also, should I contact you in a few days, perhaps? Just you and I? Or maybe You, Phlagea, and myself?" he asks. "As enjoyable as it is to be here with all of you, there are things I need to attend do that are unpleasant and I've been avoiding them for too long.

"Yes, you had better keep in touch with me," Rosalind says, narrowing her eyes. "I don't care if it takes divine intervention or not."

"Should I try to poke Melusine too?" Alptraum asks. "And ask her to quit mothering you so much?"

"Oh, she's fine," Rose claims, waving it off. "Now that she isn't worried about herself she's just transferred that to me."

"No, just don't chide her," Rose notes. "She's never been in this position before. The ones before me were all men after all, and she was weaker and more dependent as well."

"I've grown closer to several people," Rosalind says. "Besides Phlagea, there's Sister Toadstool. It's nice to have confidants around when Lilith is away. And your parents, of course."

"Snow? How is she doing?" Alptraum has to ask. He then shakes his head some. "Perhaps that should wait, I really do need to quit ignoring what needs ot be done."

"Sylvania keeps everyone busy still," Rose says, and kisses Alptraum.. on the forehead.

Alptraum tries to snog Rosalind, teenage body or not. Granted, she might find it a little weird.

She doesn't resist.. after all she did bite him earlier. "This will be a very odd memory if we have a son that looks like you," she notes afterwards.

"Oh, I'm sure I can come up with ways to give you even odder memories," Alptraum comments, then bites on her lower lip lightly and tugs it. "Heheheheh," he chuckles and waggles his brow.

"Good, because I need something to stave off boredom between invasions," Rose says, and ruffles the hair between Alptraum's ears.

Alptraum sniffs at that. "I've learned plenty of weird stuff," he admits, "And done plenty of disturbing stuff. And I have plenty more do do." He looks about, and sighs. "And I guess I better get back to it. He slips away from Rose, and then hugs Hexen. "Goodbye, you. Do try to love Krizzy, eh? She adores you; and it's rare to have anyone like that."

"If I remember this dream, I will feel very weird about lotsa things," Hexen claims. "Hey, if I had been a girl growin' up, would you have mooned over me instead of Katka?"

"It was fun," Pouncer tells Alptraum. "But I will be terribly embarrassed next time we meet."

Alptraum says, "How bad if I show up as a naked savanite, with jewelry?" Alptraum teases."

"Through the High Priestess's secret tunnel?" Sunala asks next. "I think she would be rather shocked."

"That would admittedly be funny, but I don't want to be stabbed," Alptraum admits. He also leans over, grabs Kaira, and licks her cheek, then sticks his tongue in her ear as a way of telling her goodbye too!

"Ack!" the dragon protests and squirms. "You better not forget to check in with me every so often either!"

"If I do that you'll just make me deal with the jerks you watch over," Alptraum points out.

"Yes, I needed to keep those unicorns in line after all," the dragon replies, and sticks out her tongue.

Alptraum lets go, and sighs. "Well, I'm sorry, but I need to go," he apologizes.

Barada responds by twisting Alptraum's arm behind his back. "I expect more than that next time," she whispers to him, and then gives the arm an extra wrench. And then Nicora feels that wrench end in a painful pop as her remaining arm is dislocated. She's back in Blarf's jar, plugged up with vines that seem to be pumping into her, and several have yanked her arm against her wingless back now.

There's sound made by Nicora as she wakes up from that. It hurts like hell and feels sick and wrong when her arm is simply moves around now out of its socket, and useless for anything at all. She undulates and squirms some, and even bites down on the vines in her mouth. But without any limbs, her movement in here is pretty limited and a bit pathetic. She also tries to open her eyes in vain hope to see just what is going on.

At least her eyes still work for now. But all she sees is a cloudy liquid full of vines. Or tentacles. It is never really clear which is which when it comes to Blarf. There's a terrible pressure along her torso, where her various breasts are being either strangled or something worse. And her back feels odd. She can still feel it through her arm, and it's soft and squishy. But everything is soft and squishy, and she can't see her body at all. Not just because of the liquid, but because her neck is arched back painfully. It feels like she has some sort of thick gorget forcing her head back.

Nicora strains, trying to lower her head, or turn it, or move it in some sort of direction to get a look at her chest. Her fingers on that free hand feel around, and then try to push against that squish to see if somehow she can move her own arm back into position with just her hand. And Gods, her breasts all feel like they want to explode now; the pain is agonizing. At least it's distracting her from her crotch and butt, for once?

Her crotch is just vague presence at the moment, and she can't pinpoint where it actually is at the moment, as if it's been swallowed up by her flesh (and even her flesh is something that is vague, because there may be something that is definitely not her flesh added into the mix).

Nicora's throat ripples as she tries to push/vomit out the vine in her mouth if she can. She doesn't know what is happening to her, but it's starting to freak her out, a lot. She feels /wrong/.

The tube in her mouth extends into her throat, is definitely feeding her air at least, although the ones up her nose and in her ears are also doing something but she can't tell what. Struggling increases the grip of the vines as well. But it looks like the liquid around her is thinning. So either it's draining, clearing up, or she's being moved back towards the surface.

Nicora is disturbed by how little she can actually move, even with the vine gripping, her body just doesn't feel right. Heavy, slow, and just .. weird. and wrong. Eventually, she gives up trying to force the vine from her jaws; it's not moving anyway.

Once the liquid is clear of her face though, the vine begins to pull out, so at least her mouth and throat become clear (but not her ears and nostrils). She can't hear anything but a heartbeat, and she can't be sure if it's even her own.

Once Nicora's mouth is clear, she starts coughing and sputtering, then she actually tries speaking. All she tries to do is say Gorphat's name, to see if she can even talk. She also tries to shake her head and blow her nose clear of whatever is still in it; are the vines still in there and her ears?

The way her head is bend back narrows her throat, and there's more pressure on her vocal chords as a result. So her voice sounds raspy and rattly at the same time. The vines intruding into her nose begin to withdraw, and it is taking a disturbingly long time. How deep up in there where they? She can't tell if her ears are clear though, since they feel a bit numb after being exposed to the air. The feel pinched off as well, as if forced into an odd position.

Alptraum tries to turn her head, or bend it down, and maybe also free up her odd-feeling ears. "What did they do to me?" she wonders. As the vines pull slowly from her nose, that... well, it's painful. And slow. And makes her feel a bit queasy.

After the tendrils have finished pulling out, her sense of smell seems to be more intense. And what little side to side movement she can manage with her head causes her ears to pull, as if they were fused to something. Not to her skull, since she can't feel the back of that either, just more 'tugging' when she tries to move.

Nicora keeps moving her head, trying to figure out what her ears are doing back there. She also tries moving her hand and arm; if she can even still feel it. All she can see is up right now. She also tries to feel her crotch, since that's her lowest part now; she remembers in all too gross detail her legs being ... removed.

Her arm is secured in place still, and her crotch remains submerged for the time being. What fluid she's been in doesn't smell like the worm pool or anything else recognizable. It isn't unpleasant, but it doesn't smell right either. Which goes along with nothing feeling right.

Nicora keeps sniffing. She also sticks her tongue out and tries to lick over her own face to get a feel of it, and to taste whatever that goo was. "What has happened to me, Mother Gorphat?" the mutilated Eeee rasp-rattles. She can sort of hear it, but only because it reverberates internally; she hears nothing outside of her own body.

Gorphat swings her legs over the edge of Blarf's orifice, perching there as if dipping her toes into a well. "You remind of my first daughter," Gorphat gurgles and smiles. "A fitting form. Only Magog has dominion over the damned. You will end the old Sabaoth's claim using Magog's form."

Nicora tries to turn/twist her head to look at Gorphat. "You made me look like Magog?" she rasps out, and trembles; when means she might be sort of jiggling. "Do you have a mirror? I wish to see what horror I have become," she admits.

"Horror?" Gorphat asks, and tsks. "You are beautiful. And I am not Inala be swooning over my own visage. I have never needed a mirror."

"You have seen the Yodhmagog, and even worn the form before," the goddess points out.

"But I haven't seen myself as one," Nicora admits and sighs. "But, if this is what is needed to make it to the tower, I will endure."

"Of course you will," Gorphat says. "You are my High Priestess, after all. You've served in my Hell, even. Surely that has prepared you for anything."

"Nothing can ever be completely prepared for. But, I will endure," Nicora rattles. She tries to turn her head again, and gives up, she has on a few degrees of movement it seems.

She begins to rise up, being lifted by Blarf. "The Yodhrephath and Yodhblakat will bluster and preen and call themselves the strongest," Gorphat says. "But we know differently, don't we? The Yodhgorphat are the strongest, in ways that would break the others."

"That is quite true," Nicora has to admit. She has endured things not nearly this bad, but would have broken just about anyone else. Of course she may have been broken too, and just doesn't realize she's nuts. She wiggles her wrong-feeling body, trying to shake off the liquid she was floating in.

As more of her body is exposed to air, the less connected to it she feels. There's a lot of weight to it, and it feels like she is somehow held captive inside. Flesh extends too far from her bones, especially on her back.

The weight makes her sort of groan. She's never felt so heavy and wrong. Everything sort of jiggles and flops around in disturbing ways as she moves a little. She also realizes that soon her lower half will be free from the fluids and she gets nervous. Without limbs, wings, or any other way to reach back; she's going to be exposed; so whatever goes on back there, she has no control at all to stop it.

She can't hear anything beyond the odd sounds of this body that seems to be more liquid than solid, and Gorphat's voice. So she missed the approach of the horribs. They clamp on to her flesh and haul her the rest of the way out of Blarf.

That hurts, too; that much weight means they have to really dig in. It makes her hiss out and squirm, so her body sort of flops around like a sack of gelatin.

She feels a bit like an airship, with several gondolas dangling down beneath her and banging into one another. Soon she's outside of the tent though being flown towards the tower. Her vision has suffered, as she can't seem to focus on distant objects or the ground. But it's also dark anyway this deep below the upper city.

It's uncomfortable to say the least; those pendulous breasts that hand down from what remains from her slap and squish about. She can't see them, but each one feels huge; the size of her head huge, from her chest down to her crotch, and the hanging weight stretches the skin painfully;. She squints and grunts, and tries to get her eyes to focus on something. Anything, But the world's a blur, she can make out some shapes, but as for any detail ... nothing.

Eventually the horribs begin to descend, and the smells become acrid, especially through her apparently permanently-flared nostrils. When the landing comes, it comes with a squish. Even with her impaired vision, she can see the stream of red fluid coming out of a blurry opening in a vast wall. It smells of blood and chemicals, but mostly of decay. There is one bit of scenery which is in perfect focus, however: the towering form of Hosheb.

Nicora is actually trying to get her nose to close, but nope, those muscles don't seem to want to work at all; so her nose feels cavernous. The smells here assault her, and her body feels even heavier now that it's on the ground, and seems to sort of squish out around her. Her head strains some as she looks and tries to blink and see the hole. Then she spots Hosheb. He's massive from this vantage; so towering, so strong-looking. Terrifying in form and shape, and his scent makes her shudder. Then she feels something weird; well, weirder. Far in her back she feels warm, then wet and tingly. Dagh, Hosheb being this close, his scent, and his presence; the mutilated Eeee; is getting aroused. Dagh, it's an itchy sort of horny.

At least the added height means that part isn't dragging on the ground. Hosheb becomes Nicora to approach. Possibly so she can get the hang of moving again.

Nicora tries to approach. It's ... difficult isn't even fair enough. Moving that much mass is hard, and she does have to undulate like a huge worm to start the process. The only thing that is actually helping is as she does so, she does secrete a trail of slime, like a snail or slug, and it helps her slide the mass of that grotesque form slowly forward. The downside is, all her huge breasts now rubbing and squishing is just making that feeling of being horny worse. Things behind her in that weird mass start to ache with need. It makes her sort of grunt.

Once started there's a lot of momentum, so it's difficult to stop. Hosheb helps though. He also leans over her back and presses some sort of small bag into her hand. That arm is still immobilized, and may be fused to her skin like her ears are. "You will need then when you go no further," the demon claims. He smells musty, but that comes across as a good scent for him.

It's like a disgusting slip-and-slide once she gets moving; and the slime-gliding makes it almost pleasurable once she gets the hang of it. She grunts when she stops and her entire body sort of ripples forward like a giant sack of goo before settling down. "You smell divine," she rasps and her fatty mutilated body ripples some. That sense of desire, urge, need, just gets even worse; it's distracting; things back there feel even more swollen than normal, and hot. Her fingers curl around that back, as much as she can. She can barely feel that arm, though, so it's more like feeling fat rolls grabbing than real fingers. "Am I beautiful to you?" the mangled Eeee asks.

"Anything for you," Nicora claims and shivers. She closes her eyes; not like they're useful right now anyway. Part of her worries, though, what that demon might do to them when she cannot watch. But she knows ... or at least she's pretty sure, Hosheb intends to blind her completely.

There are two quick pinpricks from Hosheb's stinger near her eyes, paralyzing the muscles of her eyelids so they won't open on their own. The numbness extends up to her forehead and seems to trickle halfway along her cheeks. "You will not need to see for this part. Smell out the heart of sin, and make your way towards it." And then the demon is lifting her as if she weighed nothing.

The pinpricks make her twitch, but it's not horrible when compared to other things that happened. The numbness creeps, and the darkness becomes a void when the muscles quit, and even the nerves for the time being. But, at the same time it removes a distraction, so her world explodes into a weird kaleidoscope of smell. She shivers as Hosheb lifts her, gah, she wants him so much right now. But, she must focus, she has a mission, and she can feel the thousands of works in her bowels becoming more awake now too; and some already pushing out and squirming back there which is another kind of arousing. "I will, My Lord," the mutilated Eeee rattles.

Hosheb inserts her into the pipe, and it's a bit tight. She can feel her nipples burning slightly in the fluid that flows past them. But that scent is soon ignore. There's something deeper. A glowing red presence. A sin. And then Hosheb gives her a swat on her butt to get her going.

And with a squelch of slime and fat undulation; the maggoty-looking Eeee starts squirming her way into the pipe. Into the darkness. Or rather, not darkness; there is that glow, that smell, that sin, and she slowly squirms her way towards it. Direction, walls, turns, those she will find with feel, with scent. A world of silence and darkness to focus in, and crawl through. She's still horny beyond words, and her butt squirms as the muscle is parted by the mass of curious worms. And yet, she can focus in this place, and make her way on ... and leave her trail of escape in her wake.