Cardamom had indeed never seen a Savanite before. Which means Pierce has no way of actually communicating with the Fnerf, but since the girl's instinct seems to be to snuggle and pet the cheetah that may be the lesser challenge.

Pierce is also not with all his usual decorations, either, since he left most of the body jewelry back in Babel. Still, he's quite the cuddle-cat, and figures out how to solve the communication issue by using paper and some writing implements to just write when he needs to communicate!

"Make that noise again," Cardamom asks, probably meaning the purr. She seems wary of giving the cat enough freedom to write things down though.

Pierce has to wonder why that is. Still, he does make the purr again. The only sound he can really make other that yowls and mewls. Even if he could modify his throat to talk, the split of his tongue that the Art folks did would render him unable to speak anyway!

So the Fnerf begrudgingly lets him loose to write, but she nibbles on his ears the whole time.

So Pierce does write a little bit, explaining the sound is called a purr. And that he can't speak at all, for both the reason the species can't, and due to the 'alterations' that were done to his tongue; having two inches bisected makes for poor vocalizations (and really odd sensations when they wiggles separately.).

It takes Cardamom some time to decipher it, since she can't just ask what an unfamiliar word means. When she gets to the bit about the tongue she looks at Pierce in curiosity. "Why do you need two tongues if you can't talk with the one you already had?" she asks.

Pierce writes that he still has to eat, and that it's useful for other functions too. As for the other, he then proceeds to demonstrate. Which involves him moving behind her, lifting that floof of a tail out of the way, and leaning in until he can lick directly on Inala's gate there. And he demonstrates how the splitting helps that sort of licking, since it can sort of coil-grab, or even spread things 'on it's own'.

"Ooooooooooh," Cardamom says, trying not to rip the paper the demonstration progresses.

Pierce settles in back there and really demonstrates. HE was taught, after all, by Mave on how to tend to women this way. He's got the practice, and is quite good at controlling the split parts independently so it's like having two very flexible and skilled fingers working over, and in, and curling, and teasing in just the right spots.

Having a larger target may make things easier.. or lead to tongue strain. But the tail is a challenge, since it will not sit still. It's wags about, bops his head and sometimes blocks out all light. The Fnerf is always shifting her weight or twitching as well.

Pierce does give it the good try! It's after a while he eases back and shifts so his other, studded, part, takes his tongue's place. Knowing, though, the size difference he tries one of the partial shift experiments and tries to, well, alter his male bits to be a rhain's instead (but leave the rest of him as cat!). Partial shifts have worked before, just cost more to maintain. So, he tries.

If only Inala's Blessing worked on it! The partial seems to work, but there are side-effects.. like feeling a bit dizzy. And Cardy pushes back against him as well.

Soon he feels a bit like a forearm is attached to his hips, which was the goal! He ends up sort of leaving over her to help with feeling dizzy, then working his hips with the cheetah-runner-muscles against the fnerf. At least he 'fits right' now!

He's slowly getting backed towards a wall though, as Cardy keeps moving backwards, assuming he's become as massive as he feels.. or she just acting on reflex. The tail is right in his face as he leans over her though, and still twitches from side to side.

Pierce leans forward to brace himself from being pushed into the wall! He's also still trying to, well, take her too! It's sort of an instinctual reaction. He also starts thinking ... he should as Inala to mark/bless his male bits so he's more accurately one of 'hers' since the cat has pretended to be anyway.

Since they're technically the same bits, just inside out, maybe it works in the other direction instead: there's nobody too tight for him. Soon he's pushed up against the bed, and it would be bad if Cardy accidentally sits on him. "Ooooh.. should I.. uh.. lie down instead?" she asks, finally noticing what she's been doing.

Pierce gestures, trying to get her to line forward, front legs down, back legs up so that he can be in the right position but she can't slide back like she has been. Hopefully she understands?

So Cardy stretches her forelegs out ahead, sliding down her front while keeping her hind elevated. Then she twists her upper torso around so she can watch Pierce.

Pierce wiggles his fingers at her, and gets down to business! He's also a bit fascinated and looks down sometimes to see the size that, well, pulls out (along with its equine shape). Odd on the cat, but he's an odd cat, so hey. And it gives him the leeway to make some really long hip-rolls so Cardy can really feel it.

The Fnerf licks her nose, and fondles her own chest while still looking back at Pierce. But unless she can lean her torso way back it's unlikely she's going to meet up with him. Then she starts to lean her torso waaay back to see if it can be done.

And Pierce leans forward, purring quite loudly. This does limit his ability to do the longer strokes, but he's now trying to see if he can reach too.

Piece's head tilts and while rumble-purring, kisses Cardy. He even reaches out and fondles her a bit! It's an odd stretch, and awkward, but still somehow disturbingly fun.

Cardamom sort of stretches her hind legs back a bit, to help Pierce use the angle to get more reach. It's more of a challenge for the Fnerf to keep her tail to one side.

And oddly, the challenge of it makes it more fun. The cat is determined to use is augmented bits to bring the fnerf to bliss while remaining mostly a savanite, just with some rhain down below. It seems weirdly appropriate right now given the cat's supposed claim to be the pleasure slave. That, or the cat is just weird, and Pierce is just enjoying being weird.

Granted, it isn't often he gets to be the one in charge. The fit is a bit big for Cardy, so she's definitely getting an extreme experience. There's no bouncing of bits, due to the stretching (and with her front end flush to the floor, nothing is going to budge her), but there's plenty of bumper to keep Pierce from hurting himself as well.

And Pierce is really working it. It's novel to feel big even when the cat itself isn't that big. It's a weird sort of rush, and he's working things and checking himself to make sure that he doesn't pop before she does. So he's pausing at points, or changing angles to actually make it less 'nice' for him any time he feels things pushing a bit too close. He's also growling a bit and bearing teeth; talk about the hunter and the hunted in the bush. Except in this case it's fnerf's, er, bush.

Cardy sways her rump, as well as raising and lowering it. Her tail is flailing a bit at being shunted off to the side while she figuratively lays back-to-back with herself. Maybe Fnerf lungs are in the lower body, because there's now way for her upper chest to expand being that stretched. She also uses her arms to reach out and run her claws through Pierce's chest floof. "You can be a little.. rougher.. if you want," she whispers.

Pierce's lips draw back from those sharp teeth, and he uses his claws to get a good grip on her hips (and prick the skin a bit!). Then he sets himself, and goes full-speed with those leg muscles as he really goes at it (the legs naturally being the cat's strongest muscles!). There's a whole lot of spotted hips banging on floofy fnerf backside!

That causes some shaking, and even gets the Fnerf's stretched breasts quaking. More remarkable, she actually stops moving for the onslaught. Even her tail! The tip of tongue sticks out as well, but that seems minor compared to the rest.

This means she must like it, so Pierce keeps at it! He's not in full 'sprint' which only lasts in bursts, and this is more of a marathon! He's really grinding in too with each push, rolling swirl before the draw. And since she's bent back, he leans down and locks his jaws with hers in a kiss, too!

The kiss seems to trigger something, because she stands back up in front, with her toes splayed out. She makes a small, foxy sort of noise in her throat, and gives a bit of an undulation.. as best someone with such an odd body can.

And Pierce takes that as a signal she's on that edge and going to pop! And so now he goes into that hard sprint! It's good he doesn't have the nose ring in, because his nostrils are flared and he's really breathing deep as he goes. The lightheadedness also returns and he sees a bit of spots as he makes that hard sprint run to the finish. And when the finish does come, it feels a bit like an explosion down below. Rhains are ... messy at peak, and since he's sporting such bits his smaller cat body is sort-of-flooding the fnerf!

It makes his own legs rubbery. Cardy begins lowering herself to the floor, which helps since it means he can rest against her tail. Once she's sunk down, she pulls her torso back up.. only to stretch again with her arms. "Whoof," she exhales. "That was fun!"

And when it's over Pierce sort of tips over and to the side! (And slides out, and indeed he's hung like a horse right now, literally). He lays, panting on the floor.

"You didn't hurt yourself did you?" Cardy asks in concern. "Do you need something to drink?"

Pierce waves one of his hands in the negative. He tries to also indicate he's fine, just recovering.

Cathedral River
This river gets its name from the way the trees arch overhead, creating a green tunnel filled with vines and creepers that further weave between the branches. The banks are covered in moss, since so little light manages to reach the ground, and sounds have a way of echoing, making it difficult to tell their location as the river winds to and fro.

Pranks are a rite of passage for teenagers, especially Gypsy teens. For Alptraum, they usually go over well enough - it's just when he's roped into one of Hexen's plots that things can blow up in their face. What blew up in this time was a stink bomb, which went off a bit prematurely when the black vixen tripped and fell on it before reaching their intended target. This in turn brought them to the river in the hopes of washing off the rotten egg stink.. and some of the rotten eggs themselves.

"Dagh, Hexen, what de 'ell is wrong wit' you. Yer not a fox, your a stinkbutt," Alptraum complains as he's running for the water. Female or nit, the smell is trumping everything right now!

"Hey, when de world gives you a bunch of old eggs, you don't just ignore them," Hexen claims, while struggling out of her soiled tunic. "Dagh.. shoulda brought soap. Bu' moss is good, right?"

"No really. Ya need mint, or red goo juice," Alptraum calls back, then goes under the water to ... soak.

The vixen wades out as well, then dunks, and comes back up. "Goo j-j-juice?" Hexen asks, shivering a bit and hugging her chest.

Alptraum comes up and shakes out his hair a bit, nostrils a bit clearer now at least. "Yeah, red fruit things, squeezed. Good t' get stink out supposedly," he claims, then realizes Hexen is naked. And turns! "Geez, warn me when yer gettin all exposed and such!" he complains. "You're a friend, but when yer like that I feel weird."

"What, I'm covered up!" Hexen claims. "'Sides, when I turn out like my mum', just a peek would cost plenty!" It's Hexen's go-to threat: one day I'll be pretty and you'll be sorry. It's one he uses on the Radovah girls often (and on most of the boys in the troupe). Nevermind her mother won't teach her how to dance since she has two left feet.

"Yeh ye, you'd be lucky t' end up wit' me an you know it!" Alptraum retorts, and splashes Hexen for that!

"No way!" Hexen claims and tries to splash back by turning around and slapping her tail on the water.. which doesn't do anything but get all that fluff soggy. "Ack! Probably should have tried to wash our clothes too."

So there's under the water flailing, and tickling, and, well ... probably some groping! Because, eh, why not?

Finally Hexen breaks free enough to get back to wading depth! "Hah!" she declares. "You do lust after me! I bet all the guys do!" Then the insecurity creeps back in and she asks, "Errr, they do talk about me, don't they?"

Alptraum snorts a bit. "Eh, a little. Mostly about de Radovah, dey kin dance, you fall on yer face. Dey figure you no good inna hay," he claims as he swims backward lazily.

"What.. what's that gotta do with dancin' anyway?" Hexen demands, and stamps a foot as well, causing a splash. "I got other things going for me! I'm loads of fun to be around! Aren't I?"

"Well.. I'm not bad luck, just because I've got black fur," she says, as if that were a positive. "I can.. well, you hang out with me! Aren't I full of.. ideas and adventure and stuff?"

"True, ya not bad luck. You jus never git lucky," Alptraum teases as he floats on his back. "An sure, ya lots of adventure fun. You be a better guy den a girl, yannow."

"Yeah!" Hexen agrees. "Way better than some stuck up kitty!" She also cups herself, and claims, "And these'll escape my floof.. eventually! And I have a pretty face, right?" She smiles, her teeth more visible because of the contrast (though there is one that's clearly chipped and another missing altogether.

Alptraum cackles. "Yah, ya look fine. I'd show ya how fine some night, eh?" the bat teases and leers. "Since ya wanna be thought of a s a girl..."

"Not just a girl, da BEST girl!" Hexen claims, punching the air. "The one everyone fears and loves! All the guys want me, all the girls wanna be me.. and maybe want me too. I'll have the most friends.." She starts to lose steam. "Well, I mean, you're my best friend though. Everyone else is just too intimidated by my raw attractiveness!" She doesn't mention that part of this issue was that nobody told her she was a girl until it became impossible to ignore.

Alptraum lifts his head. "Oh? What? Yer gonna be all girl wit' me, den? All de way?" he teases, figuring Hexen will back down at some point. "Gonna act like me girlfriend," he adds, grinning while expecting Hexen to squirm.

"I dunno," the fox fires back. "I mean.. you gonna try and seduce me?" she challenges, and sticks out her tongue. "It's not like you're the only guy I ever seen naked." Well, in the past few years anyway, as they all tended to be bathed together as children to save on soap.

"Only guy that would do ya," Alptraum claims and puffs up. He floats closer to Hexen. Close enough to reach up and run a finger right down her chest, between those breasts. "And yannow, it' safe wit me, I can't get ya preggers."

The foxes ears shoot up. "Ye sure? My da's a Rhian," she counters, after shivering a bit. "Dat a terrible pick up line. I mean.. of course it could happen. Mama Radovah's girls are all identical, from different da's, so.. you can't know fer sure."

"Yah, pretty sure," Alptraum claims and shrugs. "Though, iffin yer afraid..." he adds, and shrugs.

"Hey, I'm only afraid of ghosts and pitchforks!" the fox claims, and tries to grab Alptraum's ears.

Alptraum's ears dance and move out of the way! Then he's up an pressed against Hexen, and slips his hands onto the foxes hips. "Tell me ya not ever thought about doin' me," he whispers in Hexen's left ear, "An I'll stop."

Hexen is quiet for a moment, then asks, "You first! Say you've thought about it with me, even before seeing how gorgeous I am now."

"Why do ya t'ink I had to sneak off for half an hour a few weeks ago after our little adventure inna ruins, hmm? I had to relieve some stress," Alptraum claims, suggestively.

"Because of me?" Hexen asks, and reaches around to tentatively grab Alptraum's butt. And squeeze it like she expects it to make a sound.. which she provides anyway by going "Honk honk!"

Alptraum tenses up, then sticks out his tongue and siiighs! "Way t' kill de mood dere," the bat mutters. Grumbling, he dips his head down and bites on Hexen's shoulder, making his fangs felt. "But fiiine, I stop," he relents, and lets go.

"We shouldn't be all.. mushy," Hexen claims. "It's gotta be fun, and goofin', to be.. us." Then she suddenly dashes towards the shore.

Alptraum chases! Wet wings are a liability, though. He makes grabs for that tail to slow HExen down!

This causes Hexen to faceplant, but she gets to her hands and knees and shake-shake-shakes out her fur!

And Alptraum proceeds to tackle! "Hah! Thought ya would escape, did ya? Honk honk, is it?" the bat cackles as eh reaches around and grabs her chest!

"Oooh, ya squeal like a girl," Alptraum cackles as he continues to squeeze! "A cute lil' dainty girly!"

"You're just hearin' things, because.. because.. all the blood has left your ears!" Hexen claims, and tries to rub between Alptraum's legs with her cold, wet tail.

"Trying to show yer tail what big is?" Alptraum claims like boys tend to do. The cold is anything but helpful to size, though!

"Just makin' sure it was dere!" the fox claims. "You get t' grope me, s'only fair!"

Alptraum grinds against her back. "Y'know, no one is nearby an we both stink, so it not like anyone know we ... did stuff," he cackles as his hands keep on squeezing. "So ... wanna?" he asks, bluntly. "Y'd be more experienced den de Radohvahs!"

"It won't mess us up?" Hexen asks. "I hear de first time is all fumbly and stuff."

"Ey, aren't we always fumbly and weird anyway? How dis different?" Alptraum giggles and bites on one of her ears. "I am kina curious wha it like an honestly, I rather learn wit me best friend. If it all horrible an weird, we kin laugh at each other and no one gets hurt, righ?"

"We probably laugh either way!" Hexen says. "So.. uh.. do you know how to do it?"

"Uh yeah, I spied onna de Rad-mom an one of her clients once. Dey were in a bath an thought dey were alone," Alptraum admits and lets Hexen go finally. But not before one more squeeze and "Honk!"

Another squeak! Then more shaking, especially her tail. "We just got a river though, an' baths are warm," she notes. "Wasn't everytin' under water?"

"Nope, dey were out an on one of de benches!," Alptraum claims as he shakes himself off a few times too. "Dey did all sorta weird stuff, like lickin' each other. No ready to try dat, tho. Bleh."

"What? Lickin' like when moms lick kids ears clean?" Hexen asks, trying to fluff her tail back out.

"Nooo, licking down ... dere," Alptraum explains and gestures. And then he moves close and shows where on HExen, by slipping a hand right between her legs and feeling. Well, fondling and caressing. "An 'ere."

"Ewww... oooo," Hexen says as her eyes go wide. "Wow, dat a lot different than when I do it. What do I do? We.. don't have a bench.."

"Jus need to lie down. Gots leaves an such," Alptraum claims as he keeps on rubbing, and even dares to push one finger just a little past. "Gonna make me do everything, eh, lazyfox?" he teases and sticks out his tongue.

"Wait, you just said I only gotta lie down!" Hexen complains. "Is that all it is?" She does look around. There are the stinky clothes, which she points out.

"Eh, we still stink, de clothes are fine," Alptraum claims in the way all boys who are a bit too focused tend to. And so he pushes Hexen right towards them, grinning.

"How's that supposed to work?" the fox asks. "Try it how you saw it first. Mama Radovah must know what she's doin' right?"

So Hexen lies down, with her arms in close to her sides and her hands on her stomach. "L-like this?" she asks. "Or is do I hafta' do something special?"

Alptraum drops down and peers. "Lessee," he says, then starts repositioning Hexen some. Mostly spreading her legs and such, which he slips between and grins down at Hexen. "Last chance ty' back out," he cackles. "Cuz soon we have a whole new sorta friendship!"

She slaps her cheeks, and warns, "Y'gotta be careful, or I bite!" Then she covers her eyes for a moment before pulling her hands away.. and then pinching Alptraum's cheeks.

"I always careful!" Alptraum claims as he drapes himself over Hexen, and has to lift his butt a bit. Balanced on one hand, he uses his others to go, er, down below and help line things up. There's a lot if clumsy feeling around, and then positioning of pointy hot bits against sensitive Hexen bits. Then he double-checks it's the right place! "So, uh, well, this bit just goes inside yer bit like dis, I t'ink," Alptraum claims, suddenly looks extremely embarrassed and worried, then sort of awkwardly pushes his backside down and forward. There's an awkward and uncomfortable poke, then slippage, and, well, one friend finds part of himself inside the other. And boy are Alptraum's eyes wide.

Hexen yips, and grabs onto Alptraum's shoulders. "Whoa.. just.. give it a minute.." she says, her own eyes like saucers. "Lemme get used to it.."

After taking deep breaths, Hexen says, "Awright.. uh.. wiggle it? It feel like a hot rock, like a bone.."

Then there's some slow and careful sort of wiggling. With it all sort so weird expressions that follow on Alptraum's face.

"Are you alright?" Hexen has to ask, sounding worried. "Is it somethin' wrong with me down dere?"

"Noooo," Alptraum says sounding rather distracted. "Jus feels really odd. Kinda nice, but odd. You?" he asks.

"Weird!" the vixen blurts. "I mean.. nice. But.. you're inside me, and.. way up there too.."

The movements become ore of a push-pull once Alptraum kind of figures that out. His expression is still rather bizarre, though. "So, uh, should I stop? Too weird?" he finally asks, blinking. "Kinna feels like if I don't stop soon, I not gonna."

"Nooo, it's start to not be weird," Hexen says, clutching her chest. She really doesn't know what to do with her hands apparently. "Should I be movin' too?"

"Prolly, yah, if you can. find out what ways feel good to you?" Alptraum suggests. He's blinking a lot.

So there's some wiggling and woggling, and legs shifting around, and then, "Hold on.. can you lift yourself up a bit more? I wanna see."

Alptraum has to plant his hands a bit, then does lift up a little. "See what?" he asks.

"Oh! Right, uh, dey did use a different position at one point dat might help," Alptraum claims and pulls back. He's quickly moving Hexen around until she's face down, then he pulls her up on her hands and knees, "You can look under an watch dis way I t'ink?" Then there's sort of some frantic movement and positioning as Alptraum sort of lays over her back, and with his hand guides himself right back into Hexen!

"It's all dark.. is your thing black too?" She's arching up her back in order to get a good view.

"Yah, it is, all me skin is black," Alptraum claims as he starts moving again. Feels quite different from this angle too!

"I think I see.." Hexen goes, but then can't keep her back like that any long and has to bring her head back up. "Why we gotta both be black.. wait.." she readjusts her hips a bit, and tries not to smack Alptraum with her tail. "Try it more now.."

Alptraum wiggles, then starts moving again. He's really slow about it, and looking both nervous and like he doesn't want to stop at the same time.

"That's nice, I like dat," Hexen says encouragingly. But a few minutes later, "My knees startin' to hurt, can we change?"

"Er, uh, sure," Alptraum says as he pulls back. "Dunno if I last much longer, tho. Things getting all tingly."

"Can't you just.. hold it in?" Hexen asks as they reposition. Since it means sitting on the clothes, Alptraum has to figure out what to do with his legs, especially with Hexen suddenly wrapped around him.. and reaching down to guide things herself this time. Which.. miss on the first two attempts. "Wow, I feel taller," she claims. Then starts moving her hips around to figure out what works.

Alptraum is mostly holding still and letting Hexen get positioned. It also helps keep him from, well, exploding? Once things are settled and legs are sorted out, he can now only move a little, and does. Mostly he looks confused and a bit embarrassed about this. "Er, mebbe we should stop be fore this gets too weird," he suggests.

"Huh? No!" Hexen says, grabbing onto the bat's shoulders. "I not gonna waste dis!" And then she's really.. well.. bucking her hips and grinding down. The grinding may have been what she was missing before.

"Ack, ey! You gonna make me pop!" Alptraum whines and starts squirming around and somewhat flailing his arms!

"Shhhh!" the vixen claims, in her own groove now as she pumps away. "Dis working.. nnnn.."

It sure is! Alptraum is sort of squirming and twisting himself! At one point he even bites down on Hexen's shoulder to keep from crying out!

This makes the fox yip, and shudder.. and stink. But mostly is causes her to stop for a moment, then breath in and move again a bit more slowly.

"Ack, I gonna," Alptraum whines around where he's bitten, then sort of shudder twitches. Which means soon after Hexen feels pulsing warmth way up inside!

"Ow," Hexen says belatedly of the bite. "I didn't hurt you did I?" she asks next, oddly.

Alptraum's jaws relax and he draws them off. "Nah, just ... surprised. Dat was weird. Felt really nice, but ... weird," he claims, then sniffs. "An now you smell worse!"

"Whatcha mean worse?" Hexen demands. "It woulda been weird if we.. kissed," she claims. "This just.. exploring. Adventure like!"

Alptraum glares at Hexen for a moment. He then reaches up, gabs both her cheeks, then kisses her! "Dere!" he retorts when he lets go, "Now it worse!"

"Ah!" she complains. "Why'd you do that? That serious! My first kiss!" she whines.

"So was dis!" Alptraum retorts and pokes her in the nose. "I not good enough to kiss? Just fool around wit?"

"Kissin' is different," the vixen claims. "That.. boyfriend-girlfriend stuff! Not just-for-fun stuff!"

"Dis all boyfriend-girlfriend stuff!" Alptraum insists and flaps his arms. "Oy. Jus ... preten' none of dis happen den, and you kin get offa me. Need to go bathe again."

"Oh.. you really in love with me all this time?" Hexen asks, suddenly getting weepy and hugging Alptraum tight. "You shoulda said!"

"It more jus ... you know no one really like either of us. I kinda the tribe monster an all, and you and yer mom jus odd. Y'do know dey already talk about us like we are together, righ?" Alptraum murmurs, looking a bit dejected. "But yeh, I not even really from dis tribe, yannow. Just some thrown away trash an all ya picked up."

"But.. your our trash now," Hexen says.. probably trying to express something a bit deeper than that though. "We all trash together."

Alptraum sits quiet for a moment. Then sniffs. "Well, you sure stink like trash," the bat manages out, then starts giggling a bit. "So, apparently you get all stinky when you fool around!"

"Well, it on the clothes now.. so everyone know if we don't wash 'em," Hexen points out. "Unless you ready to go again? Can't make 'em stink worse."

"Uh, don t'ink I kin go again, so ... mebbe tomorrow," Alptraum says. "We shoul just get dleaned up an such before people start lookin for us and find out what we doin'."

"We need to find soap, or berries, or just steal some clothes," Hexen says, but releases her death-hug on Alptraum.

Alptraum lifts Hexen off, which makes a really weird and rather silly sort of sucking 'slurp' sound. Alptraum pauses, and breaks into a gigglefit! "Awesome, you kin fart from two places!" he wheezes.

"That was you farting from a new place," Hexen counters, then paffs her tail across Alptraum's nose and runs for the water again to wash up.

The fox is a good swimmer, without wings to get in the way.. but the tail slows her down, and is easy to reach.

Thus grabbing for the tail happens before wing drag allows the fox to pull away any farther.

"Oy, whatcha spashin' for? Yer knockers are buoyancy, y'not gonna drown!" Alptraum complains as he's splashed a lot while trying to hang on.

"You're something!" Alptraum complains, and pulls until he really feels Hexen trying to pull away, then lets go!

The sudden release causes the fox to flounder a bit more, before treading water normally. "Whoa, we get pretty far out.." she realizes.

Alptraum cheats, he spreads his wings and uses them to surface-float. "Yah? You panicked like a little girl!" he teases, and sticks out his tongue.

It's a different section of shore, with trees blocking the previous one. Hexen shakes the water off once ashore, then says, "You gotta go back for our clothes!"

"What, ya can't walk?" Alptraum asks as he shakes himself out. "But fine, I go gettum."

"Not like anyone notice!" Alptraum counters, then does a small run hop and actually goes airborn as it'll be faster than walking!

It's a pretty short flight, but there's someone there poking at the clothes. A Skreek from the looks of it (as seen from behind, due to the ears and tail) wearing a shapeless dress of sorts. It has a basket.. with what looks like soap in it.

"Oy, hey! Those are my clothes, an me friends clothes! No stealin!" Alptraum calls out as he dives in and lands a few steps away from the skreek.

"Ey!" the Skreek yelps and spins around. The misshapen face gives away the Skreek's identity: Scabitha. "Yer naked," she points out.

"Yah? That happens when yaa go bathin'," Alptraum points out, "I jus' need ta gettum and take em back to me friend."

"Who'th your naked friend?" Scabitha asks, still staring at Alptraum's crotch. "Kin ye turn around?" she also asks.

"Hexen, who else?" Alptruam points out and does turn around. "And it no dat interestin'."

"Never theen one before.." Scabitha claims, and then gives Alptraum's a quick feel. "Yer clotheth are all thtinky. You want them wathed?"

"Did you need thoaping up too?" Scabitha says, turning back to the clothes. "I got thoap."

Alptraum considers that. "Eh, sure, gimme," he requests and sticks one of his hands backwards.

There's a soft cracking sound, and Scabitha puts half of the soap-lump into Alptraum's hand.

Alptraum takes the soap, heads into the edge of the river, and starts to soap up!

Scabitha pulls off her dress, adds it to the pile of other clothes that she scoops up, and heads out into the water towards one of the larger boulders, carrying her basket in her teeth.

Alptraum tries calling downstream. "Ey' fox! Soap back up here iffin ya walk over. Gots Scabs cleanin' clothing too," he yells.

It takes a few minutes before Hexen appears, wading close to shore to avoid the current. She then hurries towards Alptraum, and whispers, "Oi, was she followin' us?"

The fox fumbles with soap before manages a good grip. It's slippery, after all. "Wha' if she saw us?" Hexen whispers, then starts to soap up her tail.

"I t'ink she woulda said something t' me if she 'ad," Alptraum whispers back. "Oy," he calls over to the skreek, "Why ya out dis far, anyway?"

Scabitha turns to face the pair. She's a bit more developed than Hexen. A good bit. "I came'ta bathe," she claims. "Den I heard you, and.. waited.."

"Hah, dat. Y'not talk about day, 'kay?" Alptraum asks, trying to sound all collected like it was no big deal.

"'Cause it no something ya talk about," Alptraum says and shrugs. "Like how ya don' talk about it when yer parents fart at de dinner table."

"I dunno, people might talk ta me if I had gothip to thare.." Scabitha says. She's even more of an outsider than the other two.

"Eh, it no worth sharin'," Alptraum points out and shrugs again. "And dey no wanna 'ere it ayway, so .. jus' don, eh? Y'know people aready thing I be weird an creepy. I don't need desperate added to dat."

Alptraum ows! "Yah, who else tolerate ya?" he teases and dances away in the water!

"Ah, Hexen not as thunned ath I am," Scabitha claims. "But I'm better from the neck down."

"Ha, no way.. uh," Hexen starts to say, then ends up staring at the naked Skreek. Hexen also tends to ogle the Radovah girls as well though. "Maybe," she concedes.

"See? Alptraum points out and shrugs. "Otherwise I might tell all degirls how big yer girls are an dat makkem complainy."

"Dey no care, cuz I'm ugly," Scabitha points out. "Tho why you and Hexxy foolin' round? Ya alwayth been doing that?"

"Nah, jus' bored an curious," Alptraum claims, "And weird stuff happens around me. An nothin' weirder dan dat."

"Oh? Tho if I had been here inthtead of Hexen, what wo' happen?" Scabitha.. teases? Flirts? It's difficult to tell.

"Like wha?" Scabitha asks. Hexen is soaping up her chest while she looks between the two of them

"Gamblin'?" the Skreek asks. "Wha kinda gamblin'? Ith it to do with the thtinky clotheth?"

"Dat wuz one of her pranks backfiring," Alptraum comments dryly and thumbs towards Hexen.

"Eh, no, dat wuz tryi' to escape stink," Alptraum says with a bit of a sour face.

"Eh?" Alptraum inquires. He also arches his brow. That's not downplaying things!

So, Hexen tries to be.. sexy? She runs her hands up and down her body and licks her lips. Maybe if she wasn't sopping wet it wouldn't look so goofy.

Alptraum stares. Then he snorts. Then he giggles. Then he just outright cackles!

"Hey!" Hexen whines. "If I were dancin'.. and had hips.. and could dance.." she says.

"An were a cat? An hadda last name Radovah?" Alptraum continues that and splashes Hexen. "Y'are who y'are."

Scabitha also starts splashing the two of them, just to feel included. "Ha!" she cackles. "I kin better'n dat, I bet!"

"Fat chance!" Hexen claims. "I'm adorable! And Traum and I are gonna practice three times a day until we're experts at it!"

"Yah? So could dat tree dere, lookit how it bends?" Alptraum laughs and points. He then pauses and smacks Hexen upside her head. "No, we not!"

"No!" Alptraum insists, and sighs. "Wuz just an experiment. Now, I jus .. argh. Imma get my clothing and leavin'."

"I haven't wathed em yet," Scabitha says. "Hold on.." She wades back to the rock, and takes something out of her basket.

The Skreek turns back around with a kerchief (an actual tie-dyed Gypsy one) tied behind her head like a bandit mask, which hides the parts of her face that got kicked in. Then she starts to sort of shimmy in an imitation of one of the Radovah girls belly dancing.

"He's all worn out, nothing's gonna work," Hexen claims. "You cou' be Katka and he not react."

"Yah, dere dat. An a bit frustrated over turnin' goofin' around into something serious," Alptraum admits. "Clothes or no, I headin' 'ome. You two kin fool around."

"Serious? I'm just teasing," Hexen claims. "We not a couple, jus' friends.. right?"

"Yah, dat whut i thought, but you goin' outa yer way to make it something else," Alptraum points out. "Three times a day? Really?"

"Dat just a joke," Hexen claims, but looks away. "I mean.. maybe some more practice.. sometimes. Jus' so we don't go crazy or anytin'"

Hexen narrows her eyes at Alptraum, then wades over to Scabitha and taps her back. "Hey.. uh.. wanna snog? Wi' me I mean?" she asks, a bit timidly.

The Skreek turns around to face Hexen. She's taller than the fox. Then she puts her hands on the vixen's shoulders..

Then Hexen is spun around and pressed against the boulder, and Scabitha tries to snog her. It's a bit messy, and Hexen just goes wide-eyed.

Alptraum watches, impassively. ""Five point five," he rates the kiss as if he were sort-of an expert ... which he is not.

Hexen tries to get the upper hand by.. fondling Scabitha's boobs! Which causes Scabitha to do the same to Hexen's.

The two rotate, so Scabitha is sitting on the boulder, and Hexen is straddling her lap. This lets Hexen break away from the awkward snog, and bury her face in the rat's cleavage.

"Well, uh, three point five?" Alptraum observes. Is he just throwing out random numbers?

Scabitha is rubbing Hexen's back now, while the fox is really groping, licking and tugging on the rat's breasts now, and sort of squirming around in her lap to actually straddle her.

Alptraum ponders, then slinks over to the pair. He can't do a lot, but what he does do, is slips his hands between them a little. The reason? Soom he's fondling them both between their legs.

This leads to Scabitha getting an arm around Alptraum to pull him in closer. Hexen is very noisy with her mouth, and is wagging her wet tail around hard enough to whack into Alptraum's side.

This leaves Alptraum in a weird position, but eh. He sort of settles in and starts working fingers in all sorts of ways to see what sounds he can get them to make!

The Skreek actually growls a bit.. and blows bubbles out of the side of her muzzle with the sever underbite. Hexen is already making weird noises, but does squirm more and whine a bit. She's not willing to share what she's got in her hands and mouth though.

Alptraum isn't trying to take it away! Instead he's trying to work them both (and maybe encourage them!) Also, probably save his own skin from two mad girls.

He doesn't get away unscathed though. Aside from getting fingers squished a few times, Scabitha's tail is very forward with him, rubbing against sensitive spots and exploring a bit as well.

Which leaves him dancing around a bit! The cool water is helping at least. It does make it hard for him to grope both of them consistently though.

Scabitha's hand on the back of his head tries to help with that, by trying to push his face down between the two girls to take the place of his fingers.

Alptraum flails! And ends up with his face into the realm of forbidden fruit! Very fishy fruit. He has no idea what to do, so he .. bites.

"Oh yeah.. dat better!" Hexen says, adding her own hand to the back of Alptraum's head! At least he can tell the two apart based on muskiness.

Alptraum tries to not breathe through his nose, bleh. So it's a matter of mixing licks with breathing through his mouth!

The hot breath apparently gets Scabitha squirming more now as well. Two are also squishing Alptraum's head between their bellies, and the wiggling and squirming are pushing his cheeks and ears in opposite directions most of the time.

It's sort of like being eaten alive by a really hairy toothless monster. So, he's certain he'll be having nightmares for weeks now about such creatures in Sylvania! While he can't identify one offhand, he's just sure there's one that feels like this.

But, as long as his tongue's doing its job, the two don't seem inclined to let go of him. It does free up his hands at least.

And he has no idea what to do wit them, so he puts them behind his back. He feels like a prisoner anyway! One stuck licking things to clean it, or tasting food for poisons.

There is a moment where Hexen jumps a little, which momentarily lets his head rise out of the pits of despair, only to be caught between the mounds of not-quite-despair, before the girls start pushing him down again.

Alptraum is considering biting again! Why did this get him into trouble? He was trying to stay OUT OF IT.

The muskiness gets worse, and Hexen really bucks around.. before loosing her grip and falling backwards out of Scabitha's lap and into the water!

Which means Alptraum falls back too! Freedom! He pretends to have passed out, spreads his wings ... and tries to float down the river.

Skreek feet aren't entirely like an Eeee's, but they can still be grabby.. and one of Scabitha's manages to grab onto one of Alptraum's before he can drift out of reach.

"Dagh, so close," Alptraum thinks, sighs. He remains still to see if she lets go...

She's not having that, reaching down to pull the bat upright. "Why?" she asks.. but is also maneuvering him back against the boulder!

"We juth' gettin thtarted!" the worked up Skreek lisps, then dips down to use her tongue on Alptraum! The noises are a bit distracting though.

It's awkward because of her warped mouth, but it's not bad. Much warmer than the river water, certainly.

Ack, not bad is a problem, because things respond even if he doesn't want them to! He flaps his arms again!

Once his body has betrayed him to a suitable point, the Skreek climbs up him. She manages to get things to line up on just her third try as she straddles the bat's lap.. and hugs his head into her chest to make sure he can't escape! What's worst is the sort of deranged wheezing-cackle she makes.

What did he do to deserve this fate? He can't escape, he's sat on, and his head is being smothered by massive furry pillows! He's certain he's gonna die!

And then the grinding begins! Scabitha ia lot more proactive than Hexen was. If closes his eyes, maybe he can pretend it's a certain feline instead.

Which lasts all of a few seconds. The cackling really breaks the illusion! Sure, it feels nice, but overall it just makes him whimper. He's not trying to escape, he's just ... accepting.

When Scabitha notices he's not.. well.. doing anything she pauses and goes quiet, but still hugs him close.

Alptraum mpph? Great, now he feels guilty! So he tries to move a little, and nibble?

Yeah, there's the deeper guilt. So, he hugs on her. "No dat, more just ... scared? Nervous? Yer no like da goofball who I know I kinna hurt," Alptraum explains.

"I can be goofy! I fun! Jutht everyone thcared of me," Scabitha claims. "I not thcary! I don't know what I'm doin' either!"

"Nah, not really. And yah, no clue 'ere either," Alptraum admits. He shrugs a bit, then latches on to nurse, and bucks (as much as he can anyway).

This causes the Skreek to make a different face, before she asks, "Thould I be underneath?"

"Nah! Just move too!" Alptraum requests, then goes quiet because, well, occupied!

So she starts to rock and roll her hips.. and starts sliding a bit, to make it easier for Alptraum to buck. She doesn't make any weird noises though. Not vocal ones anyway. Alptraum learns that Skreek nipples aren't as salty as fox ones. Or Scabitha just doesn't sweat as much as Hexen.

So a bucking and a rolling he goes! Also glances for Hexen to make sure she hasn't drowned! The less salty bit is nice, at least, so there's more nibbling and nursing!

Hexen is standing nearby and watching while she strokes her wet tail. Nothing weird about that!

Alptraum stops nibbling to ask, "Whatcha doing?" Then he's right back to it, trying to make the rat squirm-pop so he can escape! Er, so that he's nice.

Things last a bit longer this time. At least Scabitha doesn't bite him, but does rub his chest with one hand (using the other to support herself). She even plays with his nipples!

Which surprises him a bit in that it feels nice! The bat wasn't expecting his nipples to, be, well ... reactive?

Apparently they are! And at least the rat isn't trying anything too weird. She is starting to make low 'unf' noises though, and speeding up her movements a bit. She's got her tail around one of Alptraum's legs and it squeezes every now and then.

Alptraum focuses on those 'unf' noises and moves in ways to try and make them more frequent, or louder! That's the code, 'unf' just means 'fun', scrambled!

The efforts pay off, as the unfs get louder and higher pitched, getting into 'whine' territory. The grinding becomes a lot more active as well.

Alptraum may have to leave the country after this, he realizes. Still, he sort of roll-bucks to make the rat more whiny! He also sorta-bites her nipples!

There's a squeak, and the rat shudders pretty violently. "Oh!" she gasps, and then starts moving again a bit harder.

Alptraum ahas! And works at that! He's already, well, spent from earlier, but if he doesn't satisfy her, he'll never escape!

It may be that the Skreek is going for a second gasp at this pace! She gasps again as she goes faster. Alptraum has been pinned against the boulder for awhile now, but hopefully there won't be any lower-back bruising!

Alptraum hopes he survives! Soon he's stopped moving and she's running the show!

She keeps going until there's another shudder, and then she slows down and begins panting.

Alptraum was already panting! His head is swimming. And Hexen is standing nearby watching. "Don't get any ideas," he wheezes at HExen.

"Guys usually can't finish multiple times inna period. Fluffbutt got the only one for another couplea hours," Alptraum claims.

"Hours?" Hexen asks. "Not like.. a couple minutes? At least for my dad, it seems.."

"Well.. still got to have two girls in one day for yer first times," Hexen notes, and punches Alptraum in the shoulder. "Too bad you can't brag!"

"Oy, you suck, Hexen. I didn't think of that," Alptraum growls. "Just for dat, when I recover, you gonna suck to make up for it! So dere."

Pranks are a rite of passage for teenagers, especially Gypsy ones. For Alptraum, they usually go over well enough - it's just when she's roped into one of Hexen's plots that things can blow up in their face. What blew up in this time was a stink bomb, which went off a bit prematurely when the black fox tripped and fell on it before reaching their intended target. This in turn brought them to the river in the hopes of washing off the rotten egg stink.. and some of the rotten eggs themselves.

"I shoulda boiled those eggs instead," the fox complains as he strips out of his soiled clothes and wades into the river. "Yeee! Cold!"

It's not uncommon for Hexen to forget Alptraum's gender. But then, she's never exactly acted or looked girly. Or ever even dressed as anything other than a boy - something that's been easy until recently. Ever since the encounter at the ruins with the weird Eeee girl, Alptraum has begun to bloom. Loose shirts have hidden things so far, at least, along with belong to an outsider social caste (which is usually just her and Hexen, as the other outcast sorts keep to themselves). Pretty soon her performance costume will need to be altered, and her chances with any of the Radovah girls might be worse than they are now.

Of course Alptraum has also started to cheat to try and hide things, and has been using tight wrapping under those shirts to, well, keep 'flattened'. It's not like Eeee normally have chests, so why did she have to develop some that would make most female Eeee envious even at this stage? "Uh," she says and stops at the edge of the water and fidgets. "I kin bathe after you. Kinda, er, well. You know."

"Eh?" Hexen asks, fishing a bit of eggshell out of his nose. "Wha's wrong? I the only one with somethin' to ogle!"

"Oh c'mon, you know I'mma girl, Hex," Alptraum pouts and crosses her arms. "And at mah age, you know things show a little now."

"What? Really?" Hexen asks, blinking. "I ferget sometimes.. but.. are you teasin' me now? You're an Eeee! Anything you got be covered in floof anyway."

"Errr," Alptraum remarks and fidgets. "No so much anymore. 'bout up to de size of de youngest Radovah girl now," she pouts, an hip shape an such makin' pants harder to fit. Stupid curving."

"No way!" Hexen says, and looks.. stricken? "You gotta show me," he then declares. "Or.. uh.. well you just should, because we're best friends, and iffen I don't see I'll be thinkin' bout it now and it'll make things weird."

"But.. but.." the fox whines. "You get to see me in all me glory!" he argues. Of course, being a skinny, wet fox doesn't really count for a lot.

Alptraum sighs out. She turns around and starts stripping down. Pants first, then shirt, then the unwinding of the 'bandages she's been using to keep things in check. Guh, when they're freed, she can really feel the 'weight' of them, and the mentioned fluff does not oscure the now larger black nipples that poke through. And even from behind without clothing the bat is less of a pole and more curvy like one of the dancers. Not as curvy of course, but she does not look male so much from behind now. Then she turns around and sighs, and even closes her eyes. "Happy now?" she asks, grumpily. Yep, for an Eeee, she's ... 'well built', and not even fully developed.

Hexen's paws are just a few inches away, reaching towards her. His face seems sort of slack, his eyes wide. He looks like he's in a trance.

Alptraum eeks and swats at those hands! "Ey!" she squeals and covers herself up.

The fox blinks, and shakes his head. "Huh.. wa.." he mutters. "I blacked out!" he claims.

"Whoa, can I do that?" Hexen asks, his eyes going wide again. "You can.. touch me if you want. Errr. Maybe. Still.. confused.. a bit."

"Yer jus gonna be weird unless I let you," Alptraum grumbles, and lowers her arms slowly. "So, I guess, go ahead. Dis prolly some sort of curse for messin' wit that ghost girl."

"If it were a curse.. how would you know?" Hexen asks, then takes a deep breath before reaching out and just using the pads of his fingers to feel around the edges. "Ssssoft," he whispers.

Alptraum gives Hexen a look. "Seriously? The last t'ing i want are flappin' fat t'ings on mah chest, they make flyin' harder," she complains.

"Maybe it's jus' the edges!" Hexen says, and starts squeezing them harder. Which feels like it's firming them up, somehow! He even uses his thumbs to rub the nipples, which also firm up.

"Oy," Alptraum squirms a bit as he does that; those annoying nipples are now quite, well, visible in spite of the fluff. "Whatcha doing?" she asks worriedly.

"The more I squish, the firmer they get," the fox claims. Then he dares to lick a nipple! Dartingly, but still a lick! All the activity is making things feel warm.

"Yer makin it weird!" Alptraum whines and even crosses her legs. "Dat feels weird, like, all over."

"Wha?" Hexen goes, sounding like he's in a trance again. "I can fixit.." he claims, and then he's suckling! And making weird noises and swishes his tail (which gets water everywhere).

Aand that makes everything worse! All sorts of weird feelings come, as well as the sort of urge to purr, and she does. And soon she's squirming even more, and she doesn't realize it, but soon she's grabbing him, as if her hands want test the theory he's hung like is father.

That causes a momentary bite that interrupts the suckling, but the fox doesn't stop, nor does the kneading and squeezing let up. He's not hung like his father though (that would be like having a third leg). But he's certainly.. ready. The cold wet fur is not enough to prevent arousal.

Alptraum has no idea why she's doing this, but she can't stop herself. She actually pushes Hexen down onto the ground and is soon straddling over him. "I don't know what I'm doing," she whines, even as her body keeps, well, doing things. She's now rubbing herself against his ready bits, and one ear is splayed sideways. Surely rubbing is safe, though, it's not like he'll accidentally slip in (or so she tries to tell herself).

The fox whines and squirms. "Are you alright?" he asks, while now exploring her hips and rear with his hands. "Mebbe I'm dead.."

"I dunno! It's like my body has a mind of it's oooOoOoooOOOwn!" she squeals out. That last sort of rolling rub managed to catch the tip, and when she slide back, he, well, slid in. Complete with stinging pain as things stretch more than they have in the past; it's not like her fingers are that big.

"Yyy..yyy.." Hexen struggles to say, his mouth open wide and his eyes jumping around. "Wow.." he finally gets out, and grabs onto Alptraum. "Traumy! Is this.. happenin'?"

"I dunno! Maybe?!" Alptraum blunts out, semi-freaking out herself. "Mebbe if I get to the water!" And so, she starts trying to get up!

The fox clings! And is still heavier than she is (though some of that is water weight). "Nooooo! We should roll around on the ground instead!"

"I dun t'ink dis is wrestlin'," Alptraum admits, voice wavering. Once more while she's not really paying attention, her hips start rolling.

Alptraum does without even thinking about it. She's sort of cross-eyed and drooling a bit.

Once the fox has a good grip, he tries to roll them over so that the bat is on her back!

He weighs more, and is stronger, so Alptraum ends up on her back and staring up, wide-eyed. "Eeek?" she whimpers, ears quivering.

Now Hexen can.. wag his tail! "I never could pin ya when we were little," the fox notes. He's still shorter though, can only lick her chin. He starts moving his hips then, although he isn't certain of the proper direction to go with them yet.

"Ow, ow, ow," Alptraum whines as some of the movement is not exactly comfortable! She feels stretched. "You feel like yer in to my navel," she whimpers."

"Is dat.. uh.. good?" the fox asks, focusing on just in-and-out motion. "How bout dis?" he asks.

It takes several changes and angles before it goes from ouchy to sorta nice. "Dere, I t'ink," Alptraum finally admits. "Shoul' we be doin' dis?" she asks.

"I have no idea how to stop," Hexen claims, plumping up Alptraum's breasts again with his hands. "Sorta scared!"

"You jus' git off!" Alptraum blurts out, while arching up her hips some. She sort of groans, too!

Hexen yips at the motion. "Dat easy for you t' say!" he claims, and then dips his head back down to suckle again. Only this time.. it feels different. He also starts working his hips faster.

Alptraum opens her mouth to complain, but instead moan-whines. She even wraps her legs a bit around his and grabs his ankles with her feet. Then she's moving more in time with him. Apparently fighting it lost to 'dagh, that feels nice'.

Hexen really starts going at it, and really licking and sucking on the now leaky nipples. He doesn't grunt but makes cute squeaky sounds instead.

Alptraum is really worried now! She's never ... /leaked/ before, not like that! Is that even normal?! She'd fret on it more, but soon she's sorta lost in the sensations again as she rolls back and arches (and makes all sorts of maoning/wanton noises).

Hexen slows down but the impacts are faster. He makes 'mnnn-mnnn' sounds, since he's still suckling at the same time.

Alptraum seems to have given up and is going with it, including grinding after each impact. Her ears are splayed out though, betraying worry.

At least Hexen can't reach those ears, or he'd probably be licking them. The fox suddenly shudders, and Alptraum can feel things pulse and then there's extra warmth inside of her.

Alptraum's ears shot straight and she's about to ask what that was, then she's feeling all squirmy-shivery and weird as she feels really good in a strange, muscle-spasming rush!

"Err ... okay," Alptraum whimpers. "I hope it doesn't cause problems. An milk? So does dat mean people nurse on guys?"

"I.. guess so?" Hexen says, uncertainly. "It gets sticky in fur though. But.. that was really.. nice!"

"We.. shouldn't tell anyone 'bout this, right?" Hexen asks. "Not sure what our parents would say."

"Mmmm," is Hexen's response, since he's back to suckling and kneading again. At least until the leaking stops.. probably.

Alptraum doesn't even know if the leaking will stop. She tries to wiggle him out some, then realizes he's sort of ... stuck in her. This makes her squeak in surprise! "Yer stuck!" she whines.

"Mmm?" Hexen goes. He tries to loosen things up.. but doesn't manage it. He releases the teat to say, "Mebbe dat's normal, so the guy can't escape.."

"It better be!" Alptraum growls, then bites her lip. "So, uh, dis mean it'll be weird now?" she asks.

"Weird how?" Hexen says, and tries humping his hips again to see if things move. "I think dis great! We won't ever be all pent up again. You only like me as a guy anyway, right?"

"You make it soun' like I yer girlfriend," Alptraum counters, then blinks a few times. "Whatcha mean by dat last bit? I only like ya as a guy...?"

"I mean.. you don't.. like.. like like guys right?" Hexen asks. "You like girls.. I thought. Like me!"

"Well, yah, I like girls. And sometimes guys. It depends onna person," Alptraum waffles a bit.

"Wait.. dere another guy?" Hexen asks, sounding shocked. "In camp? Or like some gorgio townie bat?"

"Well, no, no like dat. Yer my friend. Not some sexy t'ing," Alptraum explains, poorly.

"Oh, dat alright then," Hexen says. Then he pushes Alptraum's breasts together rubs his face in them!

"Er, dat goofy," Alptraum observes. And is also a bit bothered by the fast she has enough boob to even make that possible!

They feel bigger, or it's just they way the fox keeps pushing them around. Hexen pulls his face back, winks at Alptraum.. and goes back to milking her.

"If dey keep growing, I gonna need a bra," Alptraum complains, and even cups one to gauge its size. Surely they're not getting bigger right now.

It's still a handful. And wearing support is going to be tricking with cutting slits in her wings. Maybe they'll go down once all the milk is sucked out, or it's just a temporary thing.

Alptraum just tries to relax and not ... worry, while the fox continues to nurse. She won't admit it, but it does feel really nice. At least that aspect of them sorta makes them worth having.

The milk does seem to dry up.. eventually, despite Hexen's best efforts. Maybe they're getting smaller too, unless Hexen's hands are getting bigger.

Alptraum feels herself to see. She also wiggles her hips to see if he'll pop out yet.

This allows Alptraum to get up and make it to the river to bathe! And in she goes. Also, spread-legged, and, er spread open to rinse out.

At least it doesn't smell any worse.. even if the fox scent is clingy. But her breasts seem smaller than before. Maybe they just fill up and need to emptied out?

That would be weird, but everything right now is weird! Cold it may be, but she's trying to clean up, including fingers inside herself to see if she can get the 'man milk' out. "Oy, no splashin!" she complains.

"Why not? I feel this is a very splash-worthy moment!" Hexen claims, and seems giddy. "You know what dis means? We ain't virgins no more!"

"Well.. a fox w' wings is just an Eeee, so.." Hexen says, but follows with, "Don't it take more to get pregnant? Like, it gotta be a certain time of o' de year or sumthin?"

"Wait.. you been hiding all this.." Hexen asks, gesturing to Alptraum's changes.. "when you all sleep in de same wagon?"

"A little," Alptraum also admits. "It weird, don' want people getting wierd. Se,e you got weird."

"Yer boobs are just magic or something," Hexen claims. "I bet any guy would be mesmerized and weird. I immune now!"

"Plus, my hands are sore.." the fox notes, flexing his fingers. "Tomorrow? I wanna go again now! But I strong enough to resist. And the cold water help. But we only gotta do it when you gotta make 'em shrink again. How long it take for 'em to fill up?"

"I haf no idea!" Alptraum blurts and flaps her arms, making splashes. "I didn' even know dey did dat!"

"Well.. dey made you climb on me, which was pretty scary and exciting," Hexen says. "So, maybe need to see Mama Radovah. Gotta be magic!"

"Uh, yeh, not wanting to talk to anyone about anything. People t'ink I'm weird enough already," Alptraum points out.

"Well, we just take care o' it ourselves then," Hexen says, and thumps his chest. "You can depend on me t' help!"

"But. but," Alptraum says, then one ear goes sideways. "Mebbe, uh, hmm. Mebbe if ya poke me bum instead I no get pregnant," she reasons out.

"Dat's an option?" Hexen asks. "Is that what they mean by 'Skreek Style'? But.. wouldn't dat hurt?"

"Really? Maybe.. maybe you gotta do the snogging part first?" Hexen says, looking disturbed by the notion. "I can't snog you!"

"I dunno! That stuff just.. happened," Hexen says. "You don't accidentally snog.. do you? It takes practice with a pillow first."

Alptraum makes a face. "Ugh, no, I no snog a pillow. Gross," she says with a bleh face.

"Den how you gonna snog me?" Hexen reasons. "Besides.. you got that big tongue. It intimidating."

"Like dis," Alptraum growls. She grabs him, and does indeed snog him. Heck, she licks the back of his throat once for good measure!

Fortunately it's short (unlike her tongue). Then she breaks it off and sticks out said tongue.

"Dat is bigger than Little Hexen," the fox whines. "You could strangle 'im with that."

"We could snog without tongues," Hexen reasons.. "That still count as snogging though?"

"Wut you guys talkin' bout?" a voice asks from shore (and thus from behind Alptraum.

There's a Skreek standing there, holding a basket. It's Scar. At least that's what everyone calls him, since the left half of his face is badly scared, and his eye is dull and stuck in one position. His good eye blinks when it sees Alptraum from the front now.

Alptraum sinks lower into the water and peers out. "Nothin! We talkin about nothin!" she blurts out.

"Oh," the Skreek says and drops his pants. "It smell funny here. You guys need soap?"

"Yah, prolly. And oh, yeh, Hexy here wanted you to show 'im skreek style," Alptraum claims with a straight face.

"Skreek style eggs use cheese," Scar says as he wades out, along with the lump of soap. "Rotten eggs can't be used though. Is that what you were trying to make?"

"I wasn't tryin' to cook rotten eggs," Hexen says. "Dere was jus' an.. accident."

"No no, he means da, uh, foolin' around position," Alptraum explains and now wraps herself in his wings.

"De wut?" Scar asks, and starts soaping up his chest before offering some of the soap to Hexen.

"De nuthin," Hexen claims, taking some of the soap.. and then lathering up his chest as if competing with the larger Skreek. "Alptraum be a little lightheaded from.. de stink fumes!"

"Dat sound bad," Scar says, so goes over and offers up the soap. "Dis help! Want me to get yer back?"

"Yeh, dat! De fox always stinks," Alptraum claims. Then the rat is right there and she's blinking at him. "Er, sure?" she says. At least it means her back is to him!

So the rat works soap into Alptraum's shoulders.. and then just starts soaping up her hair and scalp as well. "How you clean your ears?" he asks. "Just use yer fingers?"

Despite the question, Scar doesn't try to clean her ears.. beyond just brushing some lather on the back of them. He's stymied by the wings, so just washes down the middle until he get to the hips and bum. His hands are a lot bigger than Hexen's!

And that makes her squirm! "Hey, careful, no feeling up a lady," Alptraum complains.

"Ah, what feeling up? Why did you squirm?" the Skreek asks, then stops to scoop up water in his hands to rinse off the bat. From the top, of course.

Alptraum sputters and glances backwards. "I know I don' often show it, but I am a girl, yannow," she grumbles at the rat.

"Oh.." the rat says, still looking confused. "So.. you sensitive to soap?" he asks. Then leans in, right over Alptraum's shoulder to sniff her.

"No, jus sayin no gropin' me," Alptraum complains and pushes a little at his snoot.

"Eh?" the rats says, and scoops up more water to douse Alptraum's front. Then he starts lathering her up. "Dat's a kind o' fish ain't it?"

Alptraum looks upward. At least the rat is clueless! Though the lathering and cold is making the twins stand at attention.

Of course, the rat also works her arms, and even her hands. For some reason, the latter is more stimulating than expected.

At least it allows Alptraum to calm down a little. "Yer no as weird about me bein' a girl den Hexy wuz," she admits.

"He no have sisters," Scar points out. Then he rises up and licks the inside of her ears.

There's sniffing after the licking, and Scar seems satisfied that they're clean enough. Then he squats down into the water and sniffs Alptraum's lower abdomen.

"Sniffin'," the rat says, and then starts lathering up that area. "Still stinky."

"You shoul' stand still," the Skreek notes, and rinses the area again before sticking his nose in again. And licks.

"Hmm," the Skreek grunts, and uses his fingers to work the soap in instead. "You sure jumpy," he comments.

"Washin'," the Skreek claims. But soon stops and stands up again. "Dis fondlin', I think," he says, and fondles the recently washed breasts. "Right?"

"Skreek Style," Hexen claims. At least the bigger hands make her breasts feel smaller.

That makes Alptraum go stiff. "Whut is it wit guys and boobs?" she asks, frustrated. "Dis is why I hide em!"

"Dey make guys weird. Hexy here got all grabby and humpy," Alptraum claims. And ... leaves out the part where she was too.

"Eh? Dat hard to to believe," the Skreek says. "You gots to do lots more for dat to happen," he claims, then puts a hand around Alptraum's waist, another behind her shoulder, presses right up against her and then dips her back and.. snogs her! Properly, with tongue.

Alptraum mmphs! She flaps her arms! She also has to admit, he's good with his tongue. After a bit, she's fighting back with her own.

He gets one hand under one of her legs and lifts it up to his own hip. For someone who probably can't feel part of his mouth, he's pretty good. He's also moving the bat back towards one of the protruding river boulders.

All sorts of warnings are going off in her head. She thinks the rat intends to hump her! At the same time, she can't exactly bring herself to stop him, either. Hexen ... is he getting mad now she wonders?

The fox is certainly keeping close, and seems more curious than anything. After all, it's not weird for some someone else to snog Alptraum. Soon Alptraum's sitting on the rock, and feeling warm again. The snogging does stop though.. so the rat can nuzzle (and nibble) at her neck, which seems to be extra erotic to vampires.

Alptraum wants to say stop. All she can do is sort of make weird giggle sounds and squirm. At some point her hands seem to get their own will and start feeling up the rat.

The rat is using his tail to play with her fingers as well. He's not particular soft anywhere. He's usually the one tasked with fetching water, which usually means carrying a full barrel around. His nibbling is starting to drift downwards.

Alptraum whimpers. "Wha you doin?" she finally asks, though she's also not actively trying to stop the rat, either!

The Skreek's true intention becomes clear. Now that Alptraum is up out of the water, he snogs her again.. down there. With lots of tongue.

That makes for quite the bat squeak! It starts off in hearing range and soon goes to only Eeee range! If she wasn't wet, she's be puffed out all over!

That's when Scar strikes! Or well, stands up, leans in, and.. pushes in. He's a lot bigger than Hexen, but at least things are more receptive this time. He also starts nuzzling her neck at the same time.

"He's not even going for the boobs," Hexen mutters, probably wondering if the Skreek is brain-damaged.

Alptraum arches! "Don git me preggers," Alptruam pleads when the rat is within her. There's still the discomfort, and he is bigger, but it also feels good and thus she's not pushing him away or off. Her hips are actually twitching forward.

"You no a Skreek," Scar points out, before biting Alptraum's shoulder. He still hasn't gotten all the way in yet.

"Issat a requirement?" Alptraum asks; it's not like she knows and look at what Hexen claims! The bite makes her whimper-squirm and bite her lower lip.

"Yeh, gotta be same," Scar claims. "So, need Eeee for dat." On the 'dat' he finally lunges a bit to get all the way inside. There shouldn't be room.

Alptraum's eyes about bulge out of her head. "Oy, Dagh!" she sort of squawks out, fingers and toes playing. Then she realizes he somehow actually fit it all, and suddenly has questions about her own insides! She doesn't understand how he fit and she's still alive.

Scar starts moving then.. quite a bit, and there's a solid impact with each thrust. He does fondle one of her breasts, but still needs to help support himself with his other arm and focuses on the neck.. since Alptraum seemed to respond to that well.

Alptraum does not know what is getting into the guys today! She would complain, but ... instead she's whimper-moaning (and drooling) a bit as the rat takes her at speed. She tries to push back, even, and match time.

The Skreek keeps breaking the rhythm, and goes back to snogging her when things are slick enough to allow him to go faster. And he can go really fast.

Alptraum is seeing stars with how fast the rat can go. It's also apparent the rat has experience, compared to Hexen! Every time she tries to speak up, though, it comes out as a squeaky sort of moan instead. This makes the bat's ears flush reddish, sort of. The snogging is a bit nice too, which is also mildly disturbing!

After the snogging, there's.. shoulder biting! And back arching, as the Skreek starts pumping her full. There's a lot more man-milk this time, too.

The biting and the heat rush inside makes the poor bat shiver-maon-groan as she peaks, and she peaks hard. Her body tensing up and twitching like mad, and the cacophony of Eeee noises she makes. Her body bears down on him, too, showing its own appreciation through how is sort of squeeze-milks the rat.

There's a bit of 'cool down' thrusting, since Scar doesn't seem to have the 'getting stuck' issue that Hexen did. He also massages her breasts at that point, and even kisses her nipples. "You alright?" he asks her.

"Ooooh yeah," Alptraum sort of sighs out as she deflates. She can even tell how much more he, uh, released since the insides of her thighs are now sticky.

"Good.." the Skreek says, then.. spins the bat around, so she's suddenly belly down on the rock. With his hands firmly on her hips, Scar goes even harder (for a shorter period) now that there's more cushion to take the force. It ends with another short spurt, and a moan from the rat.

Alptraum was not expecting that! Soon she's flipped over, staring wide-eyed forward as she's taken from behind, hard, by the rat. Fast, furious, and sticky ... and it leaves the Eeee looking a bit shocked and blinking.

"Dere, all done now," Scar says. "You want learn more, come find me anytim'," he offers.

"So, uh, how bad issit to use de bum instead sometimes? For safety sake oon pregnancy things?" Alptraum asks, well, worries.

"Alright for little guy," Scar says, probably meaning Hexen. "You got batty boyfrien'?"

"Ah, you wanna try wi' both of us at same time?" the rat asks. "Prolly not want to be in river for dat."

Scar takes that as a cue to get Alptraum back upright again. Then hugs her and gives her an actual kiss.

Alptraum is upright, looking a little bewildered and confused. Then soon, horrified. "Er, does dis make me the camp whore?" she asks, horrified.

"Eh? No such t'ing," Scar claims. "Only townies gotta pay. Dis your first time?"

"And you not cry or anything?" the rat asks. "You gonna be alright then. Wait a few days before trying again tho," he advises. Then snogs her again.

This just leaves the poor bat blinking. "Oh, 'ell, I prolly cry later at home where no one kin see," she admits after, looking a bit dazed. "Dis so odd."

"She doesn't!" Hexen interrupts. "We got more adventures an' stuff to do fore she can got time for dat."

"Nooo, dat be weird!" Hexen claims. "I just wanna fool aroun' a bit now and den, nothin' mushy. I want a Radovah still.."

"So, yer sayin' I'm not good enough, den?" Alptraum counters and puts her hands on her hips. Being all wet really shows off those curves, too.

"Wha? We're best friends, we can't be romantical," Hexen says.. even as he's reaching for Alptraum's breasts again.

"We can't? Why dat?" Alptraum asks, takes his hand, and puts it right over her right breast.

Hexen ponders as he squeezes. Then uses his other hand to squeeze the other. "If'n I your boyfriend, I get to play wi' dese all the time?" he asks.

"Well.. I tink abou' it," Hexen claims. "May need some more convinc'in.." He hasn't stopped squeezing though.

The fox grins playfully after the flick, and pinches the bat's nipples before trying to flee towards the shore.

Alptraum pursues! "I gonna cut it off for that, fox!" she threatens as she splashes after hem! Stupid wings really slow down moving through water.

The fox laughs and runs! The Skreek chuckles too. "Get 'im, Traumy!" he cheers on.

There's a lot of growling, splashing, and pursuing as she changes after her friend. What a strange day, and egad she fears tomorrow may leave her waddling a bit, she hopes not ... talk about something awkward to explain!