The infirmary is relatively calm when Alptraum returns. There's just one apprentice cleaning tools in alcohol, which covers a lot of the other less pleasant odors that tend to build up in the ward. The three patient cubbies are hidden by their closed curtains. The lack of yelling seems to imply that Trilby is resting or with one of the patients.
Alptraum actually tries to sense out the auras of people to figure out where Trilby is instead of annoying people.
The Cervani are alone and apparently asleep. The third chamber has two people in it: the one that's barely conscious is probably Wynona, and the other is tinged with frustration, so is most likely Trilby.
Alptraum heads to the third chamber, then, and peeks in. "Everything all right?" he asks.
There is a lot of blood. But it mostly seems to be in a bowl, so definitely watered down. Trilby looks up at Alptraum while wiping her hands on a cloth. Wynona isn't really conscious from the look of it, but is probably drugged. A fresh looking sheet has been pulled up to her chin. "Some infection that had to be drained," Trilby says. "Nothing serious, just fluid buildup in the chest."
Alptraum frowns. "Is there anything I could do?" he inquires; original reason for coming to be silly forgotten for now.
"Best to let her heal up normally now, and let the wound drain," Trilby says, and rolls her shoulders, then gestures to the blood bowl and soiled rags. "You can carry those out to the apprentice on cleaning duty. Don't try to taste the blood though, it's bad."
"I can smell that from here," Alptraum comments. "And why would you think I would be licking bandages?" he has to ask as he collects the bowl and rags.
"It's how I learned to diagnose certain infections," Trilby says. "When the blood is too old to give a provide a good scent."
"I'm not a doctor, I'm just a vampire," Alptraum points out as he carries the detritus out to the 'on duty' sucker, er apprentice.
Trilby follows, and the apprentice gestures to a bare spot on the table next to him.
Alptraum dutifully sets the bowl down on the table. "So, what's the prognosis?" he asks Trilby.
Trilby waves the bat into her office before answering. Once they're sequestered she says, "When she gets over the infection, she may need some muscle rehabilitation. I'm keeping her fever low for now though just to be safe. I'll see if the infection returns, and if it does will see about letter her get a bit hotter."
"Infection can be dealt with in several ways. And I do have contacts within Mount Gorphat and even Gorphat herself," Alptraum comments as he finds a spot to sit on the edge of her desk. "Not that I expect you'd wand help from them, but, the offer is there."
"You brought her here, not there, so she's my patient now," Trilby claims. "She'll need her strength either way, but I'm certain she'll recover." The mouse checks her hands for any bits of blood still sticking to them. Having furless hands probably helps with surgery and cleanup. "What's in the bag?"
"I did bring her here, yes. But at the same time if it is needed, pooling resources may help," Alptraum points out. "As for the bag? Eh, silly stuff we talked about last time, mostly to make you laugh, not that I'd expect you to ever wear it."
"What is it?" the mouse asks, coming closer.
"Easiest way to find out is to look," Alptraum answers and pushes the bag closer to her with a foot.
She stares at it for a moment, then pokes it a few time with her foot, before using the toes to drag it closer. Then she picks it up and looks inside. "It smells like Skeek," she says, and looks up at Alptraum as she takes out the tail flail.
"Because a skeek was used to test-fit it. It's not going to explode," Alptraum comments and even shrugs some.
"What is it?" Trilby asks, rather than taking anything more out of the bag. She's still puzzling over the tail-sleeve.
"Weird and perverted clothing for a grumpy skeek," Alptraum answers simply. "That goes on your tail. For spanking people."
Setting the tail-flail aside, she pulls out the rest of it. "What about this?" she asks, holding up the plug-in c-string.
"Modesty preserver," Alptraum explains. "It plugs into your holes below."
Trilby examines it a bit more, and notes, "Seems to be missing something though."
"Missing what?" Alptraum asks.
"The fake phallus," the petite mouse claims. "It would be much more imposing with one you know."
This makes Alptraum laugh. "I didn't know you were into that. I'm sure I could get one added," he chuckles.
"I don't think I could wear this to a party though," she comments. "I like the heels though.. A few extra inches can't hurt. Lots of laces.. and is this a corset?"
"Yes, it's a corset. And you could have a side job abusing weirdos down at one of the local oddball places," Alptraum points out
"What, for fun?" the mouse asks. "I find it hard to believe there are weirder places than the Guild Tower."
"This place is boring comparatively. There are much odder places," Alptraum claims.
"Odder places or odder people?" Trilby asks, eyes narrowed in skepticism.
"Both. The place that made this specialize in body alterations, from tattoos to crazy body jewelry," Alptraum notes.
"What makes it crazy?" Trilby asks, holding the front of the corset up against her medical gown. "Nothing to cover my boobs?"
"Nope, nothing. You're expected to get your nipples pierced with heavy rings," Alptraum explains.
"Hmmm, that seems like a lot of extra work for a costume," the Skeek notes. "Show me how the tail thing works," she asks, turning to present her tail while looking over her shoulder.
"It's not just a costume, it's for fun," Alptraum reminds, then goes about fitting on that weird tail sleeve all the way up and then snugging up the lacings to hold it in place. "You'll probably need some tail tattoos," he admits.
"I'm scary enough without tattoos, and what could fit on my tail anyway?" Trilby asks, and checks the weight of the sleeve. "Wouldn't it distract from my bare breasts?"
"Stripes," Alptraum explains and shrugs some. He double-checks the fitting and makes sure the tassles do hang free.
Trilby tries swinging her tail, and holds out one of her hands to test it. "Not very effective. The shoes would do a lot more damage."
"It's not supposed to injure, it is for weird pleasure-play stuff," Alptraum sighs and rolls his eyes.
"Pleasure?" the doctor asks, checking the corset again. "Wearing this? Wouldn't it be too tight? Alright.. show me."
"Pleasure for the one being abused, not the abuser," Alptraum corrects. "I'm too big to put that on."
"Then help me put it on," Trilby corrects.
"Strip first," Alptraum points out.
"I have to do that myself?" Trilby complains, and turns her back to Alptraum and says, "At least undo the back ties for me."
Alptraum reaches out with his foot and unties the knots with his toes. Showoff. "It wouldn't be polite for me to do things like that to you," he points out.
"I need help getting into this thing usually," Trilby says, and pulls her arms out of the sleeves once the back is open and lets it all just drop to the floor. She's got a Zolk top and bloomers. "Although sometimes I just pull it off over my head and put it on that way if I'm too busy. Then she's pulling the shirt off over her head.
And Alptraum grabs her butt with both of his feet and squeezes. "I'm usually alone so I just deal with my own stuff as needed. Or cheat and make my own clothing on myself because I'm too lazy to put on real clothing."
The mouse squeaks from the grabbing, as her head hasn't fully emerged from the shirt yet, which also occupies her arms. Her tail flicks up in an attempt to swat Alptraum with the flail between his legs.
Alptraum ows! and falls over backwards and over the desk. "See? The tail thing works," he claims.
After struggling a bit more with her clothes, the bloomers being thrown at Alptraum, Trilby has her hands on her hips as she faces the bat, tail poised to swat again if needed. "Corset or boots next?" she asks.
"Corset," Alptraum claims after catching the escaping undies. He gestures for her to turn around as he collects the corset part.
The tail is still held in ready-to-strike position as Trilby turns and raises her arms out of the way. "I'm I supposed suck in or take a deep breath instead?" she asks.
"Suck in," Alptraum explains, waiting until she does so before he fits it around, then starts lacing the threads, pulling each row tight before going to the next one. "If it's easy to breathe, it is too loose."
"That does not sound right.." the mouse wheezes.
"It's about looking good, not feeling good," Alptraum quips, and cinches it up tighter. He checks the lacing, and makes it even a bit more tight before he slaps her butt. "Done."
The tail strikes in retaliation! "How can looking like I can't breath be good?" she asks. Then notes. "It makes my boobs look bigger."
"You just answered your own question," Alptraum points out and rubs where he was hit.
"What about my butt though?" the mouse asks.
"Also yes," Alptraum points out. "Everything gets squished up and down."
"I've never worn heels before," Trilby notes. "How safe is it to fall over in this getup?"
"As safe as falling over in any outfit," Alptraum claims. "Sit on the desk, I'll deal with your legs next. Also your crotch plate thing."
"Hah, right," Trilby replies, but sits on the desk. "Can I bend my knees in those?"
"Not much, no," Alptraum answers, "And right it is, the plate goes in." Of course he starts with the leg boots first, unlacing them some, wrapping them around one leg, then lacing it up tight.
"If I loose sensation in my toes I will be very cross," the mouse warns. "I don't see how anyone could get any of this on by themselves."
"Practice," Alptraum claims, and does loosen it a little. Then it's onto lacing the other leg snug as well. And that leaves the last part. "Alptraum bounces the odd plate in his palm and says, "Spread em."
"Nope!" the mouse responds, hopping down to her now elevated feet and wobbling a bit. "Not without lubrication for my brain as well as my loins!"
"Booooring," Alptraum remarks and offers the plate over, then.
After trying a few steps (with one hand on the desk for support), Trilby takes the plate. "Has this even been washed?" she asks.
"Of course it has been cleaned. Feel free to clean it again," he says and rolls his eyes. "How nasty do you think I am?"
"I hadn't thought much about it until I opened the bag," Trilby admits, and tries stomping around (or at least that's how it seems) in the heels.
"Why are you stomping?" Alptraum has to ask and raise a brow.
"I'm not!" Trilby claims as she stomps around. "I just have to make sure the toes and heel touch the ground at the same time!"
"Why? That isn't how you walk in heels," Alptraum points out. "You're supposed to move with dainty, smooth, steps."
"Dainty?" the Skeek asks. "What gave you the impression I could be dainty?" But she does try it, stepping very cautiously. "What do I know about heels?"
She then jokes, "Well, I know a lot about the other kind of heals though, so should be able to do this, right?"
"You're a girl, you're supposed to be born with the knowledge," Alptraum counters and smirks.
That earns Alptraum a glare. "If I didn't think swatting you would cause me to overbalance..." She move towards him though. "I feel too top heavy."
Alptraum keeps moving away to stay out of hitting range. "Or maybe you were born a guy and went into life magic specifically because you wanted to be a girl," he teases.
"Nobody is crazy enough to want that," Trilby claims, and starts moving a little faster. She's still got the c-string in one hand.
Alptraum keeps moving "Some people are," Alptraum says. "And I can be a girl when I want to. So, hah!"
"Life Magic doesn't work like that," Trilby claims, and keeps slowly chasing Alptraum through the office.
"It can!" Alptraum claims as he keeps on moving!
There's a knock at the door, which then opens since Trilby didn't lock it. "I have the new batch," Summer says as she enters carrying a basket.
"The new batch of what?" Alptraum has to ask, and goes to hide behind her.
"What? Herbs.." Summer asks in confusion as Alptraum tries to 'hide' behind her smaller frame. She's trying to look at him so misses Trilby's outfit.
"The mouse is trying to kill me," Alptraum claims.
"She's a doctor, they aren't allowed to do that," Summer says.
"I'm not trying to kill him," Trilby claims.
"Look at her! She's decided to join the crazy people," Alptraum claims.
So Summer looks. "Would a corset make my boobs look bigger like that too? Where'd you get it?" she asks Trilby.
"The pervert bat gave it to me," Trilby claims.
"I'm pure and innocent!" Alptraum claims.
Summer doesn't comment, but heads for the desk to set the basket down, and rummages through it until she finds a thing glass vial with a cork in it. It's full of clear liquid. Then she turns back towards Alptraum and holds it out. "Here, drink this," she offers.
Alptraum takes it, and sniffs it. "What is it? I don't drink random things," Alptraum remarks dryly.
"Water with rose extract," Summer says, smiling. "It will help you relax so Mage Trilby doesn't scare you so much."
"I don't believe you," Alptraum counters and peers at the water again, then sniffs it again.
It does smell of flowers.
Alptraum ends up shrugging, then downs the bottle in one go.
It goes down smoother than water alone would, which is odd. It also gives Trilby time to get closer.
Alptraum tries to keep Summer between him and Trilby.
"Do you want me to grab him?" Summer asks Trilby. The mouse nods! So Summer makes a grab for Alptraum. "Doctor's orders!" she claims.
Alptraum flares his wings wide to prevent grabbing!
So Summer just rushes towards his midsection, arms held out like she's going to hug him! She should at least make some sort of yell with that, but there's just.. a soft giggle.
Alptraum lets her grab him. Because, well ... she's hardly dangerous!
Surprisingly, she keeps going even after grabbing him, trying to tackle him to the floor!
Alptraum folds his wings back and then out, making it impossible to push him to the floor! The best she can do is tilt him at an angle! "What are you trying to do, hmm?" he asks.
"Keep your heart rate up," Summer says. "So the effects of the water work faster."
"What was in that water?" Alptraum inquires, again, and arches his brow.
"Herbs," Summer says. "And flowers. Muscle anaesthetic that Trilby likes to use."
"Why would you give me that?!?" Alptraum demands!
"Oh, it was all part of my plan to do something special for you," Summer says, still smiling. "I have the rest of the stuff in the basket. It'll be fun, I promise!"
"That worries me," Alptraum admits as he peers at her. He's also now worried how much longer he'll be able to do anything!
"But Trilby's here to make sure nothing bad happens," Summer says, while Alptraum feels his wings, fingers and toes start to go numb.
"Ack! She's in on this!?" Alptraum claims and now starts struggling to get free! "I should have known!"
"I didn't know what she was planning," Trilby claims. "Make sure he doesn't hurt himself."
Summer keeps up her hug, and the more Alptraum struggles, the fast the numbness seems to spread and the weaker his limbs begin to feel. "You know I wouldn't hurt you," Summer says soothingly. "I'm very gentle."
"I always hurt myself. I'm probably cursed," Alptraum claims. "And you may be gentle, but you're also sneaky and kind of freaky!"
"I'm just a little doe," Summer claims. "So of course I have to be sneaky. No, just lie down and stop worrying.."
Alptraum gumble-grumps, but does let his wings fold down, so he ends up being lowered to the floor. And NOT because he wouldn't have been able to hold them up much longer. Really.
Summer pinches Alptraum's cheek (which barely registers) and asks, "Can you feel this?"
"Barely," Alptraum admits after he has to think about it for a long time.
"Good progress then," Summer says, and starts undressing the bat. "Juuusssst relaaaaax and let me take care of things," she says.
Alptraum would arch his brow, but can't really do that either. "I'm not sure what this is, since I can't feel anything," he points out, "Other than really, really, odd."
"Well, you may start hallucinating a little," Summer warns. "Just go with it though!" He's generally aware of his pants being removed, despite the numbness.
"If I die, I'm going to haunt both of you," Alptraum claims. "Worse than I do now."
Summer gets up and returns to the basket, donning gloves before removing a cloth sack. "I can't bend down in this getup," Trilby warns. "So be careful with that stuff. You don't want him to get a rash."
"I've had plenty of rashes," Alptraum claims. "What's one more?
Soon the doe is kneeling next to Alptraum, and reaching into the sack with her gloved hand. She pulls out a mass of small orange leaves. "You need to pick this as just the right time, when the toxins aren't harmful," she explains, before she starts rubbing and crushing them over the bat's genitals.
"Toxic? Are you sure that's even safe? What if that part falls off?" Alptraum has to ask worriedly. This is his real body, so to speak; so this is freaky as compared to what happens to temporary forms!
"The effect should be minimal," Summer says, as things start to feel tingly. Soon, it seems the numbness retreats. But then sensation begins building, to the point where it seems that all of the sensation of the body is focussed there, making it feel a bit like the rest just doesn't exist.
"Okay, now that feels really funky," Alptraum admits to the ceiling. He'd twitch if he could, but well, nothing moves!
Well, something moves: since all the sensation is focused there, arousal builds fast. And also seems to go further than what he's used to. That may be an effect of the over-sensitivity making things feel bigger since there's no other body sensation to compare it too.
"Err, now that just feels really, really, odd," Alptraum admits. And since he can't see it, size is all sorts of skewed and off. "What are you doing?"
"Just getting you ready," Summer says. "I think this will work out. Pretty sure, at least." She then stops - at least the hypersensitivity doesn't get stronger - and returns to the desk, which she extracts a bit of curved, polished wood and a small jar. "This might feel odd at first," she warns.
"Like it doesn't feel weird already?" Alptraum has to point out, eyes trying to follow Summer and her ... stuff. To Trilby he has to ask, "Aren't you supposed to ease suffering, not encourage it?!"
"Are you suffering?" Trilby asks.
"Not yet," Alptraum concedes.
Summer dips the tip of her tool into the jar to coat it, then does something outside of Alptraum's view. Whatever was put on the tip of that thing does get felt though, and he can track it as it gets pushed into him. It feels like a cold yet hot point.
"Hello!" Alptraum blurts out. "Now that feels weird! Just what are you doing?!" Trilby, do you have a mirror?"
"My mirrors are just for reflecting light, not really for looking at," the mouse claims. "And she's doing fine, don't worry."
"What is she doing, though?!" Alptraum demands.
"Alright.. this may hurt.. or.. not," Summer says, and twists the curved bit of wood. That feels weird, but then it seems to connect to something and triggers a powerful fountain before it rotates out of connection again. "Wow!" Summer claims.
"I'm not cleaning that up," Trilby warns.
That sort of makes Alptraum squawk, and even mostly numb, twitch-jerk a little all over his body! Well, at least he can't feel sticky?
"I'll get it.. later," Summer promises, then she's up and heading the basket again. This time she just seems to have a long-stemmed flower, but when she kneels down again she takes hold of Alptraum's own stem. It's still super-sensitive so the grip is intense. Then the doe is slowly and carefully inserting the flower stem. It feels pretty stiff. "Be sure that doesn't break off in there," Trilby cautions.
Alptraum grits his teeth for a bit. "That feels all kinds of wrong," he hisses out between then. He also prays there are no thorns!
About a quarter of the way in (by Alptraum's best guess) he feels the muscles in there pulse. It's pleasant but also a little painful. After though, the progress just seems like a long, drawn out orgasm without the pumping aspect at all.
"Aaand now it feels weird," Alptraum admits, "Almost like being female, kinda, with being, er, entered. At least from the muscle movements. Sorta. Maybe."
"Take deep breaths," Summer says. "I'm not sure what's going to happen.."
"That makes both of us," Alptraum admits, then takes a few long, deep, breaths.
The stem reaches the end of its journey, and the wooden bit is rotated around again until the hot-cool tip presses into that special spot again. Despite the deep breath, Alptraum feels close to blacking out once it leaves him. The sensation is even more intense, such that it feels like.. like that part of him is somehow exploding into a buzzing cloud.
Alptraum's eyes roll back into his head. "Good Goddesses," he blurts out in a gasping exhale of shock of the sudden onslaught of sensation, and for his vision dimming all of a sudden!
When things sort of come back into focus, it feels like he's physical again, even if it's all focused in that one already sensitive place. And there's movement, which is definitely over stimulating. A figure is rocking above him, and for a moment the outline blurs. It's Summer.. and then it might be Trilby. But more disturbingly it sometimes looks like an Eeee, and there's a ghostly cackle that reminds Alptraum of Roogi. Especially when the movements become more energetic.
"The heck?" Alptraum comments, feeling all sorts of out of it/weird. He's trying to focus on who that is, and getting nowhere at all. "What's going on?" he asks. Or thinks he asks. He's not quite sure he's even still /awake/.
The figure may or may not be cackling, or it could be in Alptraum's head. Someone says something, but then the wooden tool presses again and things just go white for a long moment. Long because it just to a quick pressure like before, but a constant one this time.
Alptraum thinks he just died. In fact, he's sure of it. All he sees is a white nothing void. An expanse of ... the infinite, only it's not blue. Huh. Well that story was wrong then!
Eventually the real world (or the hallucination) returns. It feels like his body is starting to come back, or at least pins and needles. At least, during one the lulls in intensity.
"Am I dead? I feel dead," Alptraum says, Tries to say. He's not sure about anything right now. It's a weird sort of mental space to be in, the same sort of weird detached space he once had in dealing with horribs. It's creepy? No real way to describe it. YOurself and not at the same time.
"I've heard it described that way," a very distorted voice replies. It isn't clear who or where it's coming from. Then the wood gets wiggled and his brain pops again for a few minutes. It doesn't seem as bad the second time.
"Oooo, nothingmush," Alptraum burbles in this weird mindspace. He also wonders if he should worry that she's tried this before!
Someone pinches his cheeks again. "How many boobs am I holding up?" It sounds like Trilby, more or less.
"Sixty two," Alptraum babbles.
He notices some sensation returning to his ears. Specifically the sensation of one of them being licked. He's being licked down below as well, but it feels like a very big tongue.
"Whahappening?" Alptraum asks at some point. He thinks he twitched his ear. Or maybe another bit twitches. He honestly can't tell! Everything blurs.
"He's really out of it," Trilby says. Summer just grunts though. "He's fine!" the doe insists as she grinds her hips and jiggles bit of wood to make Alptraum pop again. "I promised to blow his mind.. and I'm almost.. done.."
"When he recovers he's going want revenge you know," Trilby claims.
"Ferbnuuuble," Alptraum says ever so intelligently. His mind might be gone.
Something does change. Summer shudders, and a moment later Alptraum feels cold. And wet. Then Trilby tries brushing him with her tail-flail and it makes him twitch and try to pulse again. He's starting to get more feeling back in his arms and legs now, which helps him focus more on being real.
"You two are in trouble," Alptraum manages out, "In a few years. When I recover." He might even be squirming; he's not very sure.
"I'll hold her down for you," Trilby promises.
There's been drool. He can feel that now on his cheek.
"Gonna have Inala torment both of you," Alptraum babble-claims in this weird half-state. And something involving eggs.
"Gonna have Inala torment both of you," Alptraum babble-claims in this weird half-state. "And something involving eggs."
Alptraum's head does clear a bit more, and he can even move his limbs if he tries. Sensation is still concentrated in his genitals, but it's starting to spread out from there to the rest of him again.
Alptraum clumsily tries to grab around him and grab onto someone. Anyone. He might even try to bite; though he ends up just biting his own arm.
There's a squeak from Trilby, as a soft part of her grabbed, even if the biting misses.
Alptraum makes for more grabs! Hands, feet! Wings! Shadow tentacles!
Summer is too slow at this point, so gets grabbed and makes a gronk sound. Trilby was already grabbed, so.. is still grabbed.
So then there is squeezing, and more attempts at biting. It turns quickly into some sort of flailing demented shadow-blob-tentacle,squeezing weird mess.
Through it all, Alptraum begins to feel more like himself for the most part. He's still disturbingly aroused though. Trilby might be biting back, and her tail flaps around. Summer has no such defense.
Shadow definitely gets involved in grabbing, and penetrating. And tickling, probably! He's a flailing mass of odd limbs!
"Don't you have something to calm him down?" Trilby squeaks in the general direction of Summer, who can't really reply (and possibly not even hear) due to the intrusive shadows. Alptraum can't even keep track of what part of him is where, or who he is biting at the moment. At least he's not on the bottom though!
Trilby's comment at least does get him to calm down some! "Wha?" he says ever so intelligently, and goes limp.
There is some struggle as Trilby pulls herself free. Summer stays put for the time being. Alptraum can still feel a bit of 'rut' thinking, wondering if Summer added something specifically to cause that.
Alptraum tries to ignore it, but thinking of horrible things. Like ... toothless old women, cold weather, and itchy socks.
Sometimes the toothy old women still make flirty eyes and suggestive mouth motions, but that could just be some Gorphat-inspired imagery. It probably doesn't help that one part of him refuses to go limp still. "Maybe I've got something handy," Trilby says, and starts scrounging on her workbench full of chemicals. She sort of sways her butt while doing it however.
Which means Alptraum's legs come up and he GRABS what swaying butt! And tries to pull ber back, and onto, his parts! Either passage will do!
There's a squeak, and then Alptraum has a mouse in his lap. "I suppose it can wait," Trilby says, and swats lightly at the bat's chest with her tail. It doesn't feel too tight, so he have gotten into the front door. But his sense of tightness is skewed due to the over-sensitivity there. At least it's not cold!
And soon to be a bouncing mouse! Covered in shadow tentacles that are folding her all over. Well, except for inside; that's already taken care of. Sadly, it's right out of one of those horrible trash romance novels about Sylvania and tentacle beasts.
That's brings up the notion that he may be the romanticized lothario of future novels. Probably with names like Death Came Gently or Reaping the Maiden. Assuming Babel actually develops a sense of romance. Trilby tries holding on with her own feet, but keeps getting them tangled up. "Summmmmer, I'm going to get you for this," Trilby vows a bit breathlessly.
The tight corset causes the mouse to bounce differently.
"Too late, I got you, mwahaahah!" Alptraum somehow manages to declare. He's also made it feel like the shadow tentacles can suck, because they're attached to mouse nipples and they are nursing rather firmly! Or at least making it feel like they are.
This causes more squeaking, and less talking. It makes the mouse seem toylike, since the squeaks come with each bounce. Summer is down there somewhere, hidden by the mouse. Eventually she says something though: "Heyyy.. I wasn't done yet.."
"Huh?" Alptraum replies and eventually does pause and try to figure out what in dagh's name is going on here?!
Summer flops alongside Alptraum and.. sticks her tongue into his ear.
That makes Alptraum honk!
She then rubs her wrist across his nose, so he gets a snootfull of doe-scent. It only makes him slightly more rutty though, so the potion effects might be wearing off.
That wrist does suddenly get bitten though, and he starts sucking on it!
That gets a honk out of the doe. But her blood tastes very good. Especially with her arousal still coursing through it.
Alptraum growls too, possessively! With that wrist between his jaws!
Trilby finally gets some traction (albeit on her knees) and starts adding her own motions to the bouncing.. but this just makes the squeaks a bit louder. Summer is grinding up against him from the side, despite (or in response too) the blood sucking.
Alptraum's jaws let go of that wrist finally, and he's soon pulling on Summer, trying to being her up more, and over more and ... oh, he's trying to get her to straddle his head so he can bite, ahem, elsewhere.
The deer is a bit wobbly, and probably light-headed, but doesn't resist and does her best to stay balanced. It probably helps that she has long legs. She just needs to stop bapping Alptraum's face with her tail.
Alptraum is now bobbling on both ends, just with different parts. One is a slender, but very long and flexible tongue inside a deer. Th eother is stiff, and impaling a mouse. And there is growling.
The growling works best on Summer, who doesn't seem to be worn out at all from when she was on the other end. But then, she's still on top, even if not exactly in control. And the bats lips and tongue also feel overly sensitive (or it's just that they've recovered faster than the rest of him) to add a bit more intensity to it. Down below in mouseville, he feels like he's just constantly building and building past the point where things should have released by now.
Which makes him wonder if Summer plugged him completely with something? Gorphat's buck had that for a while with an uncomfortable fungus-thing. At least he doesn't think of that long, he's got things, er, people to do. And it's like he's trying to lick the inside of Summer's skull, just starting really, really, far away.
Things do boil over soon after though, even if no fluids are involved (even with the shadow-feed to prostate and beyond, there are limits). Alptraum does manage to remain conscious through it though this time. It's probab more of a Gorphat sort of pleasure, because it really should hurt a lot. But he's still really sensitive down there. Trilby certainly reacts to it, and since she's still fresh to the fight, she keeps things going by doubling her own effort. Summer just gronks softly and shivers a lot.
And Alptraum does indeed hurt, and fears dreaming of Gorphat if or when he passes out after this! Or maybe he won't. Really, he's just sort of roll-rocking to handle both of them! If he dies, well ... a good way to go?
With Trilby bouncing and jiggling, the doe tries to match her, which is a bit harder when on someone's snout. She hasn't gone overboard yet at least, which could be bad for Alptraum's nose. And he hasn't started to grow antlers from the brew he was given, at least not that he can tell.
And for some reason Alptraum is now trying to make Summer go overboard! Or at least make her bleat and embarrass herself!
She can't wiggle, since tongues flex so that would just waste time, but she does rock a bit. And since Alptraum doesn't have handlebars, and she needs to remain upright, the only the thing she can grab for balance are Trilby's shoulders. And since Trilby is bouncing and rocking and wiggling and swatting things randomly with her mouse-o'-nine-tails, that means Summer takes on some of that as well. There's moaning, but it isn't clear which one it's coming from. Can mice moan?
Alptraum decides to find out, as the shadow gets more pushy again and soon both of them find themselves entered the other way too, at the same time! Mwahaha?
This comes as a big shock to Summer, since it probably feels like it must be something growing out of Alptraum's forehead. Trilby just rolls and clenches with it, the she does swat harder in response. If Trilby were a Skreek, this is probably when the cackling would begin. Summer at least stops flicking her tail downwards against Alptraum's face.
The onslaught continues until one of them begs for him to stop! Or well, he passes out. Heck, this could already be a dream for all he knos!
There's another paingasm event, but at least it's not in his tongue! Summer seems determined to ride as long as she can, but Trilby may be tiring. She's not as spry as the Cervani after all, and is likely older than Alptraum. At least Summer doesn't really have to do anything.. she could just hold herself in place and the tongue do all of the work.
Alptraum, though, is wearing out by this point too. Obvious given he is slowing down, even though he is trying everything to not stop! Somebody will break! Hopefully, not him.
It's Trilby that tries to tag out first, swatting more insistently and trying to talk between squeaks. "Geh.. geh.." she grunts. "Gotta.. work.. Need.. to.. be.. able.. to.. walk.."
And Alptraum pauses so that Tribly can extract herself from his bits. Of course once they're free Alptraum is trying to get Summer to bend over and put her muzzle around the bit she aggravated with her stuff!
The deer obliges, and this has the benefit of her saliva beginning to break down the initial herbal treatment. Or the layer of cells that had soaked up the ointment has been burned away by activity. It may just be the gentler rhythm of her tongue though. Either way, it's soothing, especially after all it's been through.
Which means Alptraum can slow down and just enjoy it. And he does, even with all the weird daydreams he has caused by the whole pleasure and pain mix; at one point he's actually daydreaming it's Gorphat doing that! And he's enjoying it, even the thought of the risks of letting her do that and he's enjoying it. Still, it is a daydream!
Or a lingering hallucination. But those should have passed by now. And Summer keeps dusting his nose with her tail in this position. But finally blood begins to flow normally again and things really start to relax.
When things finally start to relax, Alptraum slowly goes limp all over his body, until he just sort of quits moving and lays there. Whimpering.
Eventually, Summer rolls off and lies next to him. "So, did I surprise you?" she asks softly.
"I think you broke me," Alptraum admits tiredly.
"It should work again in an hour or so," Summer says, possibly misinterpreting things. "I never had a chance to try this on someone before," she then admits.
Alptraum opens one eye. "You want to experiment on people with weird drugs?" he has to ask.
"Well, they all have known medicinal uses," Summer claims. "Anaesthetic, vascular stimulation.. uh.. pranks."
"I think you like the prank ideas," Alptraum remarks. He tries to move, then decides against it. "Maybe I'll just take a nap right here."
"I'll keep you warm then," Summer offer, and lays on top of Alptraum. At least she isn't heavy. And she licks his nose. "This way I can see if there are any side effects later."
Alptraum peers. "Are you expecting there to be side effects?" he has to ask. "If things fall off, you will be in trouble."
"Well, no," Summer notes. "If I were they wouldn't be side effects. Or I just want to feel like I'm holding you down."
Alptraum laughs. "Fine, fine, have your fantasy, you weirdo," he claims. "I'm just going to nap for a bit to recover, then."
Alptraum's nap dreams are vivid and strange, full of bunnies, deer, giant tongues, and a bit where is both a tree and giant phallus with wings. Eventually he's awakened by a foot nudging the side of his head.
Alptraum opens one eye. "That wasn't a very long nap," he complains as he looks up to see who is poking him.
It's Trilby. Summer has been replaced by a blanket. "You need to take a bath," the Mage claims, wearing her doctor robes (the ones that are probably water proofed). "I can't have your odor affecting the patients outside. You can use my tub."
"What's wrong with how I smell?" Alptraum asks as he sits up, and ultimately groans from being stiff. "Where is your tub?"
"You're covered with Cervani juices and two of my patients are bucks," Trilby notes, and offers Alptraum a hand up. "There's one in my room," she says, using her tail to point towards a different door.
"Yeth masther, asth you with, masther," Alptraum lisps as he finally manages to get to his feet and lip towards the room indicated.
"My great aunt married an Igor," Trilby claims. "Allegedly." The door is already open, and the room beyond.. was probably a closet originally. There's a wardrobe, a little bed and.. a half-barrel for the tub. There are some newer looking ceramic pipes though. They remind Alptraum briefly of the complicated bath that he had to help Snow with after their first meeting in the cemetery. Nothing is labeled.
So, Alptraum starts feeling the pipes, looking for one that is warm as it should spit out hot water if he remembers correctly. "Everyone in this town is insane," he mutters.
All of the pipes feel cool to the touch. One of the valves has a loop of rope over it with a blob of hard soap attached, if it's any indication of which to use.
Alptraum tries turning that one on first, then, and lets it run to see what happens.
There are disturbing sounds, and whole room feels like it's vibrating. The spigot shakes, and moans and overall sounds like it's having a seizure. Then water comes out, in fits and spurts before more or less settling down to a steady flow. There's a hole in the bottom of the tub that the water drains out of. There should be a bung for it somewhere, but maybe Trilby prefers showering over soaking.
Alptraum looks for said bung while the water flows and hopefully gets warmer. "Why is everything made to be so complicated?" he asks the room.
Probably because the plumbing was either added later or never meant to be used in the closet. There are interesting smells from the water that remind Alptraum of some of the swamps in Sylvania. After more sputters it starts warm up, getting to at least body temperature. There are a few growls along the way.
Alptraum hopes it gets a bit warmer. The smell, well, he's used to worse, and the soap should deal with it. So, more searching for the plug while he waits a bit longer!
He finds it on top of the wardrobe, where Trilby likely would never have seen it unless she was standing on the bed. It's dusty up there.
Alptraum grabs it, then spins and shoves it into the drain. Into the tub he goes now! first to just get wet, then soap ahoy time!
The tub is small, but the tap is relatively high up. Some of the water rolls off his wings and gets on the floor, but that is the price of actually getting to wash himself. It still never gets quite hot enough though, but the soap smells nice and has a soothing effect.
And so there is scrubbing, suds, and bubbles. Also really bad bathroom singing; some sort of stupid Sylvanian love song. Or drinking song. They're pretty close to the same thing anyway since one often causes the other. In either direction.
The acoustics of the small room make it sound a bit deeper than usual. The spigot spurts a few more times, then the water stops and there's a lot of rumbling again. This is followed by banging noises, and then a burst of very hot water, finally.
And scrambling to add cold in quickly to cool it some. Along with a lot of Sylvanian cursing; it has the guttural tone for sounding really pissed after all. Babel cursing is more akin to someone letting the air out of a lot of balloons through very small holes.
Eventually, the suds are sluiced off without causing too much damage to himself and floor. There's only one towel, and it's Skeek-sized (or possibly cut from a larger blanket). It's no worse than what he grew up with though.
And so drying off is a lot of wiping and wringing out of towels, over and over. Also sort of snap-shakes to get it off his wings.
He's probably dry enough to wear clothes at least.
So he does one more pass, then he has to mop up the floor using the towel too, and wring it out. Only then is it going out to gather clothing and get dressed, finally.
When he reenters the office/lab room, one of Trilby's apprentices is entering holding clean and folded clothes. Probably the same one who was doing laundry earlier.
"Are mine in there?" Alptraum asks. "If so, please give them to me. I don't particularly like wandering naked."
The apprentice freezes, then asks, "Which ones are yours?" His pants are clearly at the top of the stack.
"Well, the pants on top are, to start," Alptraum answers and snatches them off, then puts them on.
The rest of his clothes are folded in order. There isn't anything else in the stack.
And so Alptraum takes piece by piece and finally gets dressed. "Well, I guess I should be going now then?" he asks. "I imagine your teacher is busy?"
"She's checking the patients," the apprentice says. "Is there anything else you need?"
"No, there isn't anything else I need," Alptraum says. "I am sorry for any problems I have caused while being here."
"What problems?" the apprentice asks. "I was already doing laundry."
"In general. Chaos and irritation seem to follow in my wake," Alptraum says with a shrug. "Please offer Mage Trilby my apologies for my oddities, and thank her for her tolerance and patience."
The apprentices blinks. "Tolerance and patience? Mage Trilby?" she asks, and tries to put her palm to Alptraum's forehead to check if he's feverish.
"She has plenty if she puts up with me," Alptraum points out.
"How do you get it out of her?" the girl asks, satisfied that Alptraum isn't delirious.
"Probably because of who I am. People treat you differently when you wield enough raw magic to turn their insides into pickled cabbage," Alptraum notes and shrugs. "No one ever really treats you like you're just another person."
"Is she experimenting on you?" the girl asks next, in a tone suggesting that she expects Trilby to actually experiment on people.
"No, of course not. I have been helping with some patients," Alptraum answers. "I guess you don't know who I am. That's probably for the best."
"I spend most of my time in the infirmary," the apprentice claims. "I'm studying some alchemy so work with Mage Forrest sometimes. All sorts of people come to the infirmary."
"I spend most of my time dealing with Gods, spirits, monsters, and all manner of horrible, nightmarish, things," Alptraum explains.
"Senior faculty," the girl says, nodding knowingly.
"Worse," Alptraum says, "Anyway, I won't take up any more of your time. I should get going."
The apprentice opens the door to the infirmary, and even holds it open for Alptraum.
Alptraum rubs the top of the Apprentice's head and heads through the doorway. "Thank you," she says in passing.
Trilby is just leaving one of the patient cubicles, holding a notepad. "Ah, clean up alright?" she asks. "Can you give me a list of the other.. patients.. that need to be transferred?"
"Age, weight and species specifically," the Skeek adds.
"Yeah, the shower helped a lot. The age, weight, and species varies a lot. From skeeks, to full sized naga, to even thousand year old aeonians," Alptraum answers. "I'm not sure quite how you try to plan for that."
"Sedatives," Trilby says. "If being awake is too much of a risk. Can't sedate an Aeonian though. They're the worse patients of all. But none of them have a known health condition?"
"None that I can recall off the top of my head, which means none of them had anything serious," Alptraum claims.
"The Cervani are fit to travel," Trilby says reluctantly. "But they'll have no idea what's happening. Cyprian is still helping them deal with the missing time in their memories."
"It's probably better if they don't know," Alptraum admits. "There are some things that are probably best left forgotten or unknown"
"So how do you plan to explain this trip you want to take them on?" Trilby asks.
"Good question. I may just be mostly honest and explain it is to ensure the safety of everyone to be away from any large group of people while the binding ritual is undone all at once. So it has less people to 'feed' on, so to speak. I won't mention it's also to protect the city in case it does go off," Alptraum says and shrugs.
"Remember that this is a father and son," Trilby says. "You'll need to be clear about the risks to the son for the case of participating and not participating."
I don't quite see how they differ much. The relationship has no bearing on the ritual itself. There's more emotional attachment, I get that, but ... but we can't let emotions govern this," Alptraum claims.
"Well, I don't know much about Chronotopian sensibilities," Trilby says. "The father only seemed concern about the health of his son but not how he was dealing with the situation. Maybe they really are all about logic and determinism. I just need to know if they have to be sedated to safely do this."
"Why don't you ask them? You have them here, I don't have ready access to them," Alptraum points out. "This is more in an area you are the expert in than I am. I deal with supernatural mess and problems more than just ... people."
"I'm uncomfortable asking them to take an unknown risk that I don't fully understand," Trilby admits. "It's not like telling them treatment options. And you don't want me coming along. Can you talk to the father at least?"
Alptraum raises an eyebrow. "You said you were coming regardless of my wishes on the matter. So as far as I know, you were coming," he points out. "And I don't know all the risks either, other than worst case for any involved is some sort of horrible death to help birth a new lich thing, or somesuch."
"So you aren't going to fight me on coming along then?" Trilby asks, but grins. "Lead with that bit. Chronotopia is right next to Sylvania and Bosch, so they'll understand that sort of threat."
"I could make you not go if it came down to it, but it's not worth the fight," Alptraum concedes and shrugs. "And okay, I'll lead with that when I can talk to them."
"They're sleeping now, but try to do it within a day," Trilby asks. "Things will be in motion soon, unless you can put Caradoc into stasis immediately."
"I can give it a day. At this point a coupel days won't matter," Alptraum says. "So, I'll come bac when they're awake."
"We're being careful with the prisoner, but he'll begin to decline soon, and we don't know if that will trigger anything," Trilby notes. "He's being fed intravenously, which is tricky and not very efficient, but we can't use Life Magic on him."
"Well, one day still shouldn't matter. And once he's sealed, the clock starts and we have to leave. I cannot maintain that indefinitely," Alptraum reminds.
"So things need to be in place to happen quickly," Trilby says. "Do you know when your airship will be ready?"
"Two days. So soon," Alptraum says, "And I really should be going to finalize things. I'll be back tomorrow to talk to them. Until then, try not to get into any trouble."
"I'm the one people in trouble come to," Trilby says. "I never get into any trouble. And no, you don't count as trouble." She looks at Alptraum as if daring him to contradict her.
"Yes, I do. Anyway, I'll be back tomorrow," Alptraum says, waves, and leaves the infirmary for now.