Penance has been trying to be a good Yodhgorphat. She managed to complete the first actual challenge given to her by Gorphat! However she did not expect that to end with her becoming a temple. Also a goddess of sorts, but mainly an involuntary one while she sleeps.
So it is that Penance wakes as the effects of her nightly paralysis wear off, and the first thing she does is vomit. Which is messy since the horribs aren't quick about removing her restraints. Several garters roll down her chest. As 'proof' of her divinity they don't seem any the worse for wear from having been in her stomach, although the same cannot be said of her stomach for having had tiny Naga inside for however long they managed after prying her mouth open while she slept.
That's not the only unpleasant wakeup ritual either, since the garters use her Temple as well, which often involves the occasional fight with her internal creepers. At least her worshippers work quickly to clean things up.
"The Great Ark awakens!" the High Priest hisses from his perch atop Penance's head. This results in more squirming as the congregation exits Penance and begin their morning prayers. Tiny Naga chanting is not something one gets used to easily. And on top of it all, her breasts feel buzzy.
Penance's eyes creek open; she hasn't had a good night's sleep in what seems like months. "Uuugh, can you keep it down?" she pleads in a hoarse whisper. "And stop using me as an ark or an incubator. It ... hurts. There are buckets you could live in here."
"The Time of Bounty is nigh!" the High Priest claims, causing more hissing and chanting.
"The what?" Penance asks as she tests to see if she can even move yet.
The horribs have trimmed away enough of their resin that Penance can move her arms. The pins-and-needles should fade in a few minutes. She's gotten used to those and the muscle cramps, so they don't bother her too much.
"The bucketsss are not asss warm or sssafe," the High Priestess tells her. "The Time of Bounty is when we shall feast from your bosom, oh Goddess!"
Penance lowers her arms and shakes them out some, it helps. She also checks on her stretching gear on her aching nipples, then pauses her hand halfway to reaching them. "Feast what?" she asks, one bare brow arching a little. She has a baaad feeling about this.
"From the Bounty of your Bossssom," the High Priestess says, in his priest voice. "You are our firssst god to have one."
"I'm not a god," Penance argues, and sighs. The poor little creatures are completely insane.
"A most humble God," the High Priest counters. Penance's legs are free now, so she can actually move. There are still garters clinging to her legs of course. They're always clinging to whatever they can wrap around.
Penance lifts her legs and wiggles her toes a lot. She is at least careful to not step on any of them as she leaves the alcove to find a place to, well, sit. Being upright all night is tiring! She also scratches at her Temple, because, well, it itches. But that's pretty normal for her these days.
There are noises. Both from her stomach and lower down. Her belly-star also flexes, but at least nothing gets spit out of her navel this time. Hopefully the garters aren't laying eggs in her, since having the baby creepers pop out was weird enough.
Penance blinks, and pokes at her navel some, and even tries to push a couple fingers in it. Why? It's still a bit novel! A novel navel.
"Lose sumthin?" Crabs asks as he peeks into the chamber.
"My sanity? My independence? At least I still have bladder control," Penance gripes.
"Well, you want breakfast?" Crabs asks. "We got eggs in today! Dunno what they're from though. You gonna talk to the alcolytes today?"
"Breakfast is fine. Do the acolytes need talking to?" Penance asks. "Are they straying from the true path?"
"Dey a-buzzin to hear about your epic-fanny," Crabs explains. "You want hard boiled, soft boiled, squishy or wiggly for your eggs?"
"Hard," Penance answers. "And epic what now?"
"Your epic-fanny," Crabs repeats. "Y'know.. your divine thingy with Gorphat. About getting the little Nagas."
"Oh, the rescue mission. I don't know if that was, well ... epic," Penance admits with a full-body shudder. "They interrupt my sleep."
"We have all experienced a great epiphany from our gloriousss goddesss, Panacea!" the High Priest extols from atop Penance's head.
Penance rubs her face, then tries to remove the garter from her head.
The priest coils around Penance's wrist. "We will sssing your praisesss to your underlingsss!" he promises.
"Yay," Penance says in complete deadpan. To Crabs, she asks, "Should I see them before or after food? How long until food, anyway?"
"Not sure how long it'll take, since they'll all go in a big cauldron," Crabs notes, scratching a scab, then examining it. "But it'll be in the dorm anyways."
"So, I may as well go speak with them now, then," Penance muses and gets up with a pained groan. "I'll see you in there, then."
Of course, Penance has her train of worshipers spread out behind her. Maybe they could actually be useful as clothing? Crabs goes ahead to let everyone know that Penance is coming as well, so everyone is expecting her when she arrives. The cauldron is still coming to a boil in the center or the room, and the assorted Yodhgorphat and Yohdmabb acolytes are there in all their.. glory? Some have sniffles, or mange, or are constantly scratching. Some clearly have gas. But they're all smiles when they see Penance.
"Good morning to all the blessed and holey," Penance declares when she enters; though whether she meant holy or literally holey ... well. "It seems you are all well today. I have returned from rescuing these poor unfortunates." She gestures to the following snakes.
Once introduced, the garters begin climbing Penance again. The crowd shuffles, until someone is pushed forward. The rat-girl asks, "So, like.. She sent you to rescue dem? Like told you and all?"
Penance nods. "Of course. How else would I have known where to go? I was to go to them and lead them to safety whatever it took," she explains. "And since I had to go naked, I ended being the transport, er, internally."
"What does She sound like?" one of the Eeee asks. This one has one ear shorter than the other, as if it never grew since he was a child.
Penance has to think about that. "Like a great wet gutteral and raspy burp. Melody incarnate," she claims and even clutches her hands to her chest!
"So, warm?" the man follows up with. "Or clammy?"
"Somehow both," Penance insists.
"Was dere a smell?" a Skreek boy asks. Crabs is busy at the cauldron, testing the water by.. sticking his finger into it.
Penance has to think a bit more on that question. "Wet, moldy, decayed. What you would expect," she admits. "It wasn't horrible."
"So like if you stayed in de bath too long," another Skreek suggests.
"When do we get our epiphanies?" an Eeee woman asks. "Can you tell us what to do?"
Penance tilts her head. "I could not tell you when. When you are ready and beseech Her enough, I suppose? OR show your loyalty through willing sacrifice and hardship," she answers.
"Like.. like you have?" another Eeee asks.
Penance nods. "In a sense, yes. But it must be things that are hard for you to do, it needs to be a real sacrifice," she explains. "Giving up things you do not care about is not a sacrifice."
"What about service?" another Eeee woman asks. "What should we be doing for those outside?"
"Help them endure and overcome, of course. Become stronger by surviving," Penance answers as if it were obvious. "They are being tested, you merely need to help guide them through."
"So, if someone is crying all the time, what should we do?" an older Skreek woman asks. "Are lullabies enough, or should we give them sumthin else?"
"You need to find out why they are crying, and seek ways to find them to overcome that which torments them," Penance answers. "You cannot just try anything to stop them, you need to know the why before you can really help."
"So.. no booze-soaked rubbery eggs?" another Skreek asks uncertainly.
"Find out the reason, and pray with them?" another asks. "Is that how to help once we know?"
Plop-plop-plop. Crabs is finally adding the eggs to the water.
"Perhaps. Sometimes you must go out and do, though, and not just pray," Penance says. "You must understand their pain, to help them overcome it."
There are some mummers about that making sense. Another Eeee clears her throat next, and asks in a slightly raspy voice, "What.. about the Blarf?"
"What about it?" Penance has to ask. "That is the High Priestess' child."
"What do we do.." the woman asks, then pauses to gather her thoughts. "It takes care of a lot of people who are really bad off. I don't know if they're even awake. Do we just keep them clean, and move them a bit? Does the Blarf need anything from us?"
"You do need to keep them clean and make sure they are still alive yes," Penance agrees, then has to pause as she scratches a bit at her cheek. "As for tending to it ... I do not know. I will have to ask the High Priestess on that topic."
"It's not a god or anything?" another Skreek asks. "Like.. one of the small gods?"
"I do not think so? I do not know that much about it," Penance admits.
"Does Gorphat have any other instructions for us?" an Eeee asks.
"You should worship the Panacea!" the High Priest garter offers.
"Not that she has told me," Penance apologizes. "You need to seek your own communion with her. Think on what you could sacrifice to her, and how you can glorify Her, and perhaps she will come to you too."
"Eggs are ready, I tink," Crabs announces. "No salt. Peel 'em yerselves or help dose that have trouble." He does offer up one to Penance. It's a bit purple, but no telling what the original color was.
"Thank you," Penance tells Crabs and accepts one of the eggs. She taps it hard with her claws, then works on trying to peel it, while not thinking about where it came from.
Several garters try to help with the peeling.. or else they're stealing the bits of shell for their own purposes.
"Hey!" Penance complains at them, "Go bother someone else!"
"The time of the Feast is upon us!" the High Priest proclaims. This makes the garters ignore the egg at least, and begins swarming up Penance's torso.
This makes Penance squeal and dance around though in a fit of panic! "Do not eat me!" she proclaims!
Several of them are swinging from her swollen teats now as she dances around. The others are clinging to her breasts. The High Priest is busy hanging onto his hat.
Penance ends up fleeing the dormitory since she has no idea what is going on and doesn't want to panic the others any further! To where? The closest empty room, mainly.
There plenty of old cells left vacant, with their ominous stone altars with drains. "Your Divinity, pleasssse.. sstand sstill!" the High Priest squeaks.
Once she's in an empty room, Penance closes the door with a bang! The standing still part follows, but it's not that great. She's twitching ... a lot.
"Could you lie on your back, oh Goddessss Panacea?" the High Priest exhorts, raising his hands on high.
"Easy for you to say!" Penance blurts. Twitching, she makes it to one of the altars and flops on her back. Painfully; but then everything she does tends to be!
Her breasts are starting to throb painfully now, and it's not from the garters climbing all over them. Until the little devils start reaching into the fly-pits and pulling out the just-about-to-hatch pupae that've been vibrating for a few days. There's the horrible smell of backed up pus and who knows what else. The garters are eating the pupae.
Penance covers her nose! "Oh guh, this is, aaaaugh!" she blurts out around her hands and then winces her eyes closed! She's trying to pretend this isn't happening!, though that isn't going terribly well.
It hurts, of course, having the things pulled out. There are a lot of them, after all. Certainly more flies than garters. But the little cult doesn't let any of them escape, despite it taking awhile to get to them. Once it's over though there is a sense of relief at least. Albeit a kind of sticky, stinky relief.
Penance loses track of time, as she's sort of singing to herself in her own head and trying to ignore it! Hard to ignore lots of pain, though, and things being pulled out! By the time it's done, she really wants some clean water and bandages before infections get any worse.
"The Bounty of Panacea isss concluded!" the High Priest intones, so much as is possible via high-pitched hissing. "Another miracle!"
"Oh shut up!" Penance whines.
The garters cover their mouths! "Do you wish for usss to clean you?" the High Priest asks. Shutting up is for the laity, after all.
Probably going to regret it, Penance says, ".... fine. Go ahead."
It takes some time, as evidently they need to get fresh water. What they manage is some of the egg-boiling water. Their method of cleaning is to get wet, then wiggle across Penance to until their scales are caked in gunk, then go rinse off and start again.
"Well, at least they're trying?" Penance has to think while wincing. The squirming isn't unpleasant per-se, but it is extremely odd and disconcerting. And itchy.
Then comes the squeezing, as they try to get any remaining pus out of the holes. Since her breasts have been fairly inflamed recently, this isn't at all comfortable. Some of the garters are trying to rinse out the openings by spitting egg-water into them.
This makes Penance squirm in pain; all that flesh is tender, from the stretched bits to the fresh holes. Any contact and pressure is a stabbing sort of pain. To the point she ends up tearing up from it and kicking the table some.
The reaction makes the garters stop squeeze, and just sort of gently massage the tender areas.
PEnance calms down after a bit. At least she's not yelling or screaming at them? Mostly, she's just a bit defeated.
"What elssse might we do for you, Great Panacea?" the High Priest asks, coiled up on Penance's collarbone.
"Nothing, I suppose. Just let me rest," Penance answers, sounding tired from the ordeal.
So the garters bunch up again, this time under Penance's head to form a pillow.
Penance is awoken by a rather unpleasant sensation. It feels like she's being stung by a needle in her left breast, along with an aching sensation.
"Ow! Dagh's infested testicle, what was that?" Penance yelps as she sort of jerks awake and immediately tries to reach for her left breast, not even thinking about she might be glued in, or something.
Touching it is painful, and feels wrong. For one thing, the breast feels swollen to twice its normal size. For another, it's a mottled purple color instead of the usual black.
Penance grumps, "You should not look like that, at all." She grits her teeth, and squeezes on it some to see what happens, or if she feels something in it. And hopefully does not scream.
It feels very tight and inflamed, but a bit of milk actually seeps from the (also inflamed and swollen) nipple. "You alrigh'?" Otto asks, possibly being the one who poked her. "Smelled somethin' nasty, came to check."
"Smelled something nasty?" Penance asks and even sniffs. IS she so used to bad smells now she doesn't even notice it? She's also painfully trying to milk that swollen breast to see if it deflates some.
There's the pus scent from the fly-holes, which seem to be swollen shut into bright red puckers across her breasts. And there's a smell like bad blood at well.
The smell of Garter Naga as well, but that's mostly from where they've formed a pillow for her.
Penance squeezes around one of the old holes to see what happens. "I need a doctor, I think," she complains, "To see what's wrong."
There's little give for squeezing, the skin is very taut, but the entire breast probably isn't meant to be inflamed like that. There's no sign of blood though. "I go get the Eyes den," Otto says, and trundles out of the cell with his bucket.
Penance gets up to escape the garters, and dress herself in the usual bandages and veils for travel. Standing makes her feel very lopsided.
Standing also reveals the stickiness between her thighs. That's where the bad blood has been leaking!
Penance blinks and reaches down to feel between her legs! "You too?" she complains at her own body and she sort of finger-feels herself. Is she actually having a period?
It doesn't feel like normal blood, and there's also inflammation down there as well: the fluid is just barely getting past extremely swollen inner labia.
Penance feels to see if things hurt by squeezing and pushing on the flesh. She also checks on, well, her little living 'friend' that ate her happy button.
There's not much give, and pushing releases more bad blood and pain. The symbiont-parasite-creeper that's replaced some of her favorite parts has retreated a bit, as if hiding. So it may or may not be connected to the other issue down there.
"Another thing to check, great," Penance complains and resumes getting dressed; though she does have to stand bow-legged, and her wrap-shorts quickly become stained and icky-looking. Which she then has to remove as the swelling down there triggers the urge to, well. She's glad there's a pee bucket in the room to squat over.
The Eyes arrive after she's finished that necessity at least. "Otto said you needed an escort?" Foz asks, while Slash coughs out in the hall.
"Need to go to Mount Blakat, to see the camp doctor there," Penance claims as she replaces her 'dressings'. "I'm ready to leave when you are."
Once outside of the temple, Foz asks, "Do you want us to bear you there? We've got a harness." Shiv was holding it. It looked rather small compared to the big bat.
Penance considers. Flying with swollen bits will be painful. "All right, you may carry me," she concedes a bit snootily, legs parted to ease pressure.
The harness isn't exactly comfortable, and they need to improvise to keep one of the straps from going between her legs. And also across her chest. So it was mostly attached around her shoulders and knees, so that they could keep things spread out. This meant the she was being flown feet-fist, in sort of awkward seated position. "Just screech if you need t' stop and get readjusted," Foz says as they make their way into the.. air. It's not fair to say 'sky' this far beneath the upper city.
Dignified, this is not. Crotch-first towards Mount Blakat. Either she's a sacrifice, or an idiot, or ... okay, she's all of those regardless. And yes, it's uncomfortable, but she'll grit her teeth and bear it versus having it drag out even longer! There's a lot of singing lewd songs to herself as a distraction.
The Eyes know a few of their own as well. Eventually the lower slopes of Mount Blakat appear, visible from the various camp-fires dotting it. The medical tent is near the center, just below the no-fly line. The bearers bring her down like a marionette, but at least they don't just set her down in the same position they were flying her in.
Penance tries to maintain some sort of dignity as she lands. As well as removes her harness. Anyone who might look in her direction, she, well, just lifts her nose up in the air and sniffs! "Wait here, I may need a ride back, too," she tells the Eyes and even pats one on the shoulder. Then it's a waddling towards the doctor's tent, with one hand keeping her swollen breast from bouncing too much.
As usual, the tent is full of foul chemical odors as well as biological ones. The examination table is being wiped down again by Swixx, while an Eeee in a blood-spattered apron is securing something in a sack. The doctor isn't in at the moment. The Eeee looks up and blinks at Penance. "Did you.. get lose from your recovery tent?" Perhaps it's the bandages.
"I am Yodhgorphat Penance," Penance intones and stands tall! "I am here to see the doctor, I have some issues that may need treatment, and she is the only doctor sanctioned to touch us." Also the one insane enough, but she leaves that out.
Blood is started to drip from the sack the Eeee was tying up. "Oh.. so those bandages are.. normal?" He's also clearly looking at her other obvious signs of infection. "Are you contagious?"
"All that come to know me enjoy my company," Penance claims. "And no, I do not think I am." She then starts to strip right there in front of the other Eeee.
"Will you need to reuse those bandages?" the man asks, setting down the sack and looking for a clean bucket. "You can put them here," he says, offering the container. "What is it you're here to see her about?"
Penance points at her swollen left breast and between her legs. "Things are swollen and bleeding, and not naturally," she explains (nevermind the nipple stretchers and other oddities!), then puts her clothing into the bucket. "And yes, I will need to reuse them."
"So I assume your breasts and genitals are not normally that shade of purple then," he says. "Swixx, I'm going to fetch your mum." Then the Eeee slips out of the tent.
"Hello," Swixx greats Penance, and waves his bloody rag. "You missed all the screaming."
"No, they are not," Penance calls after the Eeee. She may be deformed and mutiliated in those places, but they've never been purple-swollen!
"Who was screaming? And why?" Penance asks.
"Woman had bad foot," Swixx says, pointing to the sack. "Was gonna kill her. So mom cut it off. Was getting really bad, smelled bad. Infected."
"Ack!" Penance squeaks. "No cutting off of any of my parts," the Yodhgorphat growls. Her ears twitch, then dhe flops her butt onto an exam table. "I have some swelling problems that need treatment," she complains.
"You look pretty with the purple and the red spots," Swixx claims. "Like eggs."
The tent flaps are thrown open as Doctor Sesstha slithers in, followed by the Eeee man. "Oh, it'sss you again," she notes. "Wassn't expecting you back ssso sssoon." The Naga immediately pokes Penance's breasts. "Doess thisss hurt?"
"I don't need eggs, and I don't lay them," Penance tells Swixx, then she yelps loudly when her breast is poked! "Dagh, yes that hurt! Bad." Her ears splay flat
"Good," the Doctor notes. Then pokes one of the swollen-shut fly holes, which also hurts. "Doess thiss hurt?"
Penance barks! Yes, she barks. "Yes, that hurt!" she complains.
"No numb sspots?" the doctor asks, as she gets out a magnifying glass to examine the fly holes. "Did you pull the fliesss out?"
"No numb spots, no. I didn't pull them out, a bunch of garter naga did," Penance complains. "It hurt, too."
"Ah, shouldn't have done that," the doctor notes. She fetches a medical-grade toothpick (meaning slightly bigger and flatter and probably not as sturdy) from a jar and returns to the table. "Going to get a sssample, need to check for toxinsss." At least she didn't just stab one in this time.
Penance grips the edge of the table anyway, in case it hurts when she stabs into it later. "Am I in danger?" she inquires worriedly. "Or will it go down? Why didn't the other one swell?"
"May be toxin from fly when pulled out, or infection," the doctor says, then slowly inserts the stick into one of the puckers. This hurts, but also gives Penance an unfortunate idea of how deep they go. Then it gets spun around a bit before being pulled out.
Penance' ear twitches and her toes wiggle. "Are they supposed to be that deep?" she asks, "And they won't come back, will they? I don't want to go through that again."
The forked tongue flicks across the end of the stick. "Not that one," the doctor says. "Did the Naga get them all? If they did, probably not coming back." She then moves on to the next hole and repeats the process, obviously looking for something.
"I don't know if they got them all," Penance admits as her ears wilt. Great, she might be a constant hive, and she's not even the high priestess! She almost says more, then grits her teeth when the second hole is explored.
This goes on until the fifth hole. "Aha," the doctor goes, and leaves the stick in place while she fetches a set of chitin tweezers. These are used to actually pry the hole open enough for her to scoop out something with the stick. This is painful and generally unpleasant, especially when it comes out and there's a nasty stinger involved, connected to a sac that is actually pulsating. "Queen fly, venom sac," Sesstha notes.
Penance's legs kick and she winces. "Ow, ow, ow, ow," she complains as the snake digs around in that hole. When she pulls out the bit with the stinger, Her eyes go wide! "A queen?" she squeaks, "She didn't lay more, did she? Why is that pulsing?"
"To keep pumping venom of coursssse," the Naga notes. "Can't lay eggsss without mating firssst. Otherwissse why bother with other fliess?"
Penance whews. "Could there have been more than one?" Penance asks. "Should you check all the, er, pockets? And clean them?"
The stinger goes into an empty jar, along with the stick. "Yesss, will check the ressst. Would not do to misss one and then have breasst explode." She fetches a fresh stick.
"Explode?!" Penace blurts out, eyes bugging out. Her finger-claws taptaptap slowly on the table in nervousness.
"Ssskin only ssstretch so far," the doctor notes, as she probes the other holes. So far, no new sacs have been found. "Now, sswelling should sstop with no more venom, drain into lymph. Or we can drain it here."
"Would it be better to drain it now and reduce the swelling?" Penance asks as she pokes more at the swollen breast. "So things don't overly stretch or worse?"
"Probably, but would be uncomfortable," Sesstha says as she moves on to the unswollen breast. It's still a bit purple looking after all. But since it's not swollen it doesn't hurt quite as much as she roots around.
"I'm already uncomfortable," Penance points out and frowns. "So, drain it here," she insists, then barks again when a particularly tender spot is poked.
"Any other isssues you need examined?" the doctor asks as she works. "Fluke, sssterilize ssome ssyringes." The Eeee attendant goes about the requested task, and Penance can smell powerful alcohol being used.
Penance points down at her crotch. "Things are swollen bad down there, and it's bleeding. Well, rancid blood," she explains. "Though, not from the stretchers it seems, it seems like ... something else. NEed to know if it needs treatment, or will pass."
"Tsk," the Naga clicks her tongue. "This breassst alright. Fluke, drain the other, I check out down below."
"I need to touch you," Fluke the Eeee explains. "Is that allowed?"
"You can do more that touch me," Penance purrs at Fluke ... probably to make him uncomfortable. She grins at him like a predator, then nods to the Naga and leans back to arch things and make below-checking easier.
"Good, because I need to squeeze also," Fluke says before wiping down the swollen breast with alcohol. It makes the inflamed holes feel like they're burning. Then he does squeeze the breast several times, moving his fingers around as if trying to feel things out.
Penance's jaws clench and she hisses out. She didn'teven get a twitch from him, all she's getting is pain! Bah!
"You have very smooth skin," Fluke notes, finally deciding on where to insert the needle, holding the current squeeze position. It doesn't go in through any of the fly-holes either, but also doesn't go in much deeper than them. "Is it shaved or naturally furless?" he asks, in a very keep-the-patient-distracted sort of way.
"Chemically removed," Penance barks when the needle goes in. Poor toes splay and then grab at the air! It does hurt, but ... not the worst she's felt at least. "And blessed by Gorphat's love."
"Blessings are important," Fluke agrees, squeezing a bit more as he draws back the plunger with his thumb. The fluid looks mostly clear to start, but gets thicker as the squeezing increases.
"What is that?" Penance asks as she peers at the goo that starts to come out. Oddly, that's distracted her from the pain more than the chatter!
"Lymph and water and blood," Fluke says. "Probably some of the venom. No infection so no pus."
"Ah," Penance says with a bobbing of her head. "You're good at sucking," she teases. "Bet the Barinala in the temple like you."
"I've never been to the temple, but I think I've seen them once," Fluke notes. "Were your breasts both the same size before?"
"Of course they were," Penance says. "And I hope they will be again."
"Alright, I will use it as a reference," Fluke promises, while the doctor begins to indelicately poke things down below. Which hurts. "What have you been sssticking up in here?" she hisses.
"I don't stick anything up there!" Penance huffs and glares down at the doctor. "The problem is things like to stick themselves up there. Your relatives, the garters, like to crawl into me."
"That isss probably where the abrasssions and ssscratches are from, and sssome small cuts. Creepers inssside are releasssing defensse toxinss. When did you lassst feed them?"
"A while ago, I think? There hasn't been that much time to deal with such things," Penance admits after she has to think about it some.
As more fluid is drained, the doctor notes, "They have been agitated, defensssive toxinsss have gotten into scrapes and cutss. Not good."
"But treatable, correct?" Penance asks the doctor, her attention now fixated lower and the breast-squeezing is just a ... distraction.
"Yessss," the doctor says, really extending the hiss on that reply. "Can be treated before toxic ssshock or necrosssis."
"Oooookay," Penance says, one ear splaying sideways a bit. She doesn't like how that extended. "So, how is it treated?" she asks, concerned.
"Ssssss," Sesstha hisses before popping her head up to look Penance in the eyes. "Bad bitsss removed right away, or blood clamped off until bad flesh fallsss off."
Penance's right eye twitches. "How much are you considering bad?" she asks, her voice disturbingly controlled and flat.
"Not too much," the doctor claims. "Do you really need them?"
"Probably ... not?" Penance remarks. "Especially if you remove that stretcher assembly down there...."
"No, that hasss to stay," the doctor claims. "Not good to change that now. Need sskin graft, not really able to do that here."
Penance frowns. "Well, if it's necessary, do what you need to. It's better than dying slowly from it," the Eeee says and grumps. A lot. Including pouty lower lip.
"Be careful of your mouth lipsss too," Sesstha warns, then goes to look through the various jars she has. "I think we use up last of anaesthetic on lassst patient," she notes.
"Quit teasing me," Penance growls. She'd cross her arms, but that's a bit problematic right now.
"You want sssome booze then, or biting ssstick?" Sesstha asks.
"Both," Penance insists and makes grabby hands at the snake.
"Should I use one of the ointments to avoid scarring on her breasts?" Fluke asks.
"Yes!" Penance barks.
Sesstha produces a well-chewed roll of leather or rawhide, probably from a hog, for bite-guard. And bottle of brown liquid for the anaesthetic. "Sssecure her to the table too," she tells Fluke. "Do no want any wiggling. Ssso get the ssstirrups."
Penance grabs the bottle and the leather. She starts chugging the bottle faster than a college student at a party. She actually manages down half of it, then belches, loudly. In goes the leather and she flops back onto her back. The world is sort of spinny, and her throat and gut burn!
It takes some time to get her properly prepped (and restrained). The disinfectant alcohol is used again (and burns again), her feet are clamped into raised stirrups attached to the table, and her arms and waist are strapped down as well. Even Swixx is employed to hold her pelvis steady. This at least gives time for the bad booze to take effect. And the anti-scarring cream doesn't burn as Fluke rubs it in, which also feels nice.
Penance is glad she's buzzy, otherwise she'd be hating everyone right now and probably cussing. As it is, she's just sort of chewing on the leather while she's pinned, held, and prepared for doom.
There is still pain, but the doctor must be using a very sharp scalpel, or else the booze is really dulling things. It doesn't go quickly however. Something is being used to cut off the blood flow (probably the aforementioned clamps) so things don't get too messy. This means the sensations get duller as the doctor works.
PEnance says stuff now and then, but it's muffled by the leather and sounds garbled. It's probably complaints. Could be curses. Could be wanting to die. Could be anything! Thankfully she's being held down, so there's no bucking or kicking. Sharp or not, it still hurts!
It still hurts when the stitches are put in, since it lets her get an idea of how much was removed. And hurts worse when the clamps are removed and blood starts flowing again. "Ssss, you need to have sssexual intercourse as sssoon as you feel able," the doctor notes once she finishes. "It will calm your creeperss."
Penance doesn't even know how much was removed, but she does know it hurts! She spits out the leather and sort of growls, "How!? It bloody hurts down there right now! It's gonna be a while before I can do anything!" An ear twitches. "And how much did you remove?"
"Enough to expose the interior," the doctor notes. "You can use a cork if you need to, I'm sssure. You can recover for a few days, but do not wait overly long. Do not let gartersss inside you."
Penance processes this. "I just ... I think you enjoy punishing me," she insists at one point. "I'll need some sort of block to stop those stupid snakes." Yeah, she's a little drunk
"I do not punissh, I am a doctor," Sesstha insists. "I thought Eeee enjoyed sssex?"
"I a unable to enjoy it anymore, a sacrifice to my Goddess," Penance claims.
"I have never enjoyed either," the doctor claims, and starts removing the belts holding Penance down to the table. Swixx also stops holding her, and soon she's loose.
Penance tries to slowly sit up, and then stand. To gauge how she'll have to stand and/or walk 'comfortably'. It also gives her a chance to er, inspect the damage.
At this point, the issues with standing have more to do with booze. Her breasts still look a bit purple, but they're the same size again. The worms in her nipples don't seem to have been affected by the venom at least. Checking down below would need either a mirror or an attempt to fold herself over.
And of course being drunk she does try to bend over enough to look. At least she tries to use the table to stablize herself some.
Fluke grabs hold of her shoulder. "You shouldn't try that after surgery and booze," he explains. There isn't a mirror handy, but there are a few reflectors used to directing light. There isn't much to see, but there might be some pink in the black.
"Fiiiiiine," Penance complains as she rights herself and stumbles to her bandage bucket so that she can dress. "I shouldn't take any more of your time, unless there is more you need to do?" she sort of slurs.
"You ssshould return for another exam in about ten days," Sesstha says. "Any problemsss will be apparent by then."
"'kay," Penance agrees while she dresses. "Ey, Eyes, time to go home!" she calls out of the tent, too, so that they'll be preparing too.