Once the transformation runs its course (which is odd to go through in real time, rather than via the shadow), Alptraum can make her way back towards Mt. Inala. There are flocks of Rug'rhats in the valleys behind the Sisters, tended to by shepherds and their groks. It's pretty peaceful, until arriving at her destination, where Alptraum hears voices where none were expected.

"Are you positive?" a man asks another, both dressed in the light armor and trappings of barsunala from the Temple of Sunala. "You even went down into those.. pits?"

"Aye, the bones down there were from animals," the second, tired sounding one replies. "We got all the bodies last time, no matter what anyone says about there being a ghost up here. All of the Yodhinala were buried properly. Unless you want to camp in an abandoned, desecrated Temple all day and night in hope of spotting something?"

"Sunala has dominion over the dead, so there's nothing for us to be afraid of," the first one says to the notion of staking out the ruins.

"Yeah, but not over the spirits of other Yodh, according to some interpretations," the second one points out. "Who knows what the Yodhinala could have set up? Or worse.. the Yodhblakat.."

"Out here to commit some grave robbing?" Alptraum asks as she leans on one of the pillars, having moves there quietly, with the help of the shadow to mask movements. "That's not a good thing to be doing, even if it's another temple and their Yodh."

The first barsunala yelps in surprise, then bows his head. "Yodhsunala, we are actually on assignment to look for unsanctified remains," he rattles off, while the second one is still turning to look, but that ones expression is more confused when he spots Alptraum's non-Yodhsunala attire (which is a bit baggy on her at the moment as well).

"Are you? Why the sudden interest in a temple that has not seen any use in a long time? And something about rumors of a ghost?" Alptraum asks; she's still leaning, listening, and probably looking all too serious, if a bit frumpy.

"There have been reports of a pale figure moving within the ruins," barsunala number one explains, head still bowed down. "As it might be a spirit, we were sent to investigate and search for any bodily remains that might be the cause, before a formal exorcism is required."

The second one is still trying to place Alptraum's face, and hasn't said anything yet.

"Who reported it? In fact, who would even by spying on the old ruins?" Alptraum inquires and even tilts her head some.

"I'm not sure who reported it," the barsunala replies. "But we were assigned to investigate. We believe mages have been up here, doing who-knows-what!"

"Nobody should be coming up here," the second one finally speaks. "But you must know that, Yodhsunala ...?" He leaves a gap at the end of his question in invitation for Alptraum to introduce herself.

"The mages guild have been helping Babel, not trying to harm it. They've even been working with the Barsunala on the Royal Mages issue," Alptraum points out. She arches her brow at the attempt to get her to introduce herself. Rather a 'shouldn't you already know' sort of look, that. "I also know he has been using this location as one of his places to manage things in secret. So, perhaps it is related to that."

"The Barsunala.. in the ruins of Inala?" the first one asks, finally looking back up again at Alptraum. "I don't recognize you," the second notes to Alptraum. "And why are you dressed like that?"

"The Barsunala works in all the temples in some fashion or another these days," Alptraum points out. "As for the clothing, because it's all I had to work with at the time. And I'm not surprised you do not recognize me, I hardly look like myself at the moment; the dangers of the paths I walk, I suppose." To punctuate that, she lets the shadow ripple and billow out a bit from her body as a clue. "I am the Barsunala, just wearing a different shape at the moment."

"Forgive us for not recognizing you, Barsunala," the first one says, even going down on one knee. "If you are here, then there must not be any ghosts here save those you summon."

The second one still looks a bit shocked at the shadow effect. "You seem too warm," he blurts, but then also joins his partner down on one knee.

Alptraum waves her hand. "Oh, no need to kneel. It's fine. I work in the shadows, I wouldn't expect many to know of my actions, movements, or appearances," she claims. "Also, warm? Well, I suppose so. I often work with people and in ways they do not recognize me directly, so I am simply more used to being, well, a person? I don't want people to fear me. Well, most people."

"Is there anything we can do for you?" the first man asks. "Is there a spirit roaming these ruins?"

"No, not that I know of. I have seen none in my time here. It is why I use it from time to time as a secluded place to arrange things with those that work with me," Alptraum answers and even shrugs. "As for what can you do ... what are you offering?"

The two barsunala look at one another, before the first turns back to Alptraum and says, "Well.. what do you need or want? We serve Sunala, so also serve you by extension."

"At this exact moment? You can let them know I have the Altar of Twilight and I will be bringing it by soon to return it to where it belongs," Alptraum admits after she taps her chin slowly. "Is there something I can do for either of you? You may serve me, but I also serve you," she points out.

"For us?" the second one asks. "No Yodhsunala has ever asked if they could do something for us!" The two men then huddle together to confer as quietly as they can.

"You aren't the sort to smite people are you?" the first one asks, popping his head up out of the huddle.

"Not usually; not unless they've done something horrible," Alptraum answers. "Smiting is not a good thing, after all."

The men stand up and face Alptraum, then start elbowing one another until the second one apparently gives up and says, "We've never been kissed by a woman." He then elbows the other, who blushingly adds, "Or seen one.. uh.. you know.." Maybe they actually volunteered to investigate the Temple of Inala.

"Even though I'm not normally a woman?" Alptraum points out, and looks rather amused at the moment. "Granted right now I am a fully functional woman, of course."

"Well, does that matter with demigods?" the first one asks, before the other blurts, "We're sorry if you have a preference and this isn't it!" It's Babel after all.

Alptraum laughs. "Oh please, I've been with men as a man and a woman, I don't think I actually have a preference at this point," Alptraum admits, still amused. She even starts undressing right there. "I'd have agreed even if I were male right now, and willingly, well, acted like a woman, so to speak."

Both men stare in silence as Alptraum disrobes. The lower-ranked barsunala couldn't dream of asking a Yodhsunala (or even considering asking one) about something like this.

"It's not that much to look at," Alptraum points out and gestures once stripped nude. She did at least fold her clothing neatly! "Less dangly and more chest, more or less. Though I am also more, ah, decorated than any of them too. I figured I may as well accessorize and have fun." She does have much of her body jewelry in, after all.

"That's jewelry?" number one asks, apparently never seeing any before, which means he doesn't work in the offerings department. "Do they move?" the second asks. "I mean, when you move. Well.. of course they do, but.. do they move differently?"

"Does what move?" Alptruam has to ask, since well, that could be several things!

"The.." the barsunala starts to say, then just sort of makes a cupping motion against his own chest.

Alptraum reaches up and makes them bounce. "Yes, they move differently from being a guy. It took a bit getting used to," she claims. "You do learn to rather like having them, though. And even men can have them, with the right, well, hormonal treatments."

"Bouncier than what we have, at least," number one says, eyes following the motion. "So.. how do you do a kiss?"

Alptraum answers this by sauntering right up to the first one, complete with hip sway. She reaches up, cups the back of his neck, then pulls him right into a kiss. Of course she directs, including using her free hand to get him to open his mouth a little, then immediately wrapping her tongue around his, and sucks on it.

The man gets a little wobbly, probably not expecting his first non-familial kiss to be from the Little Death herself. "Whoa," the second says, still close enough to see it all in detail.

Alptraum holds it for like five minutes too. There's also a butt grab at one point before she lets go and smirks. "You've really never even gone to a brothel?" she asks.

"Bllooo," the kissed one manages, while the second notes, "We aren't allowed to leave the Temple except for special assignments, like escorting a Yodhsunala to another Temple."

"Ah. And it's not like they are typically approachable," Alptraum agrees and nods.

"Anyway, is that all you wished?" Alptraum asks as she moves to collect her clothing. Probably, also to tease since she's swaying her butt at them.

"Do you know any real Yodhinala?" the undiscomboobulated one asks. "I think it's sort of allowed if they're a Yodhinala."

"I might," Alptraum claims, "Though the folks that operate the club, Paradise, would be more accessible these days."

"Where's that?" the inquisitive one asks. "We can't go into the city unless we're escorting someone."

"In the newer plaza area, near Cenesta Plaza," Alptruam explains. "If you can't go anywhere without an escort, wouldn't that make even meeting a Yodhinala impossible?"

"There's also the club that is Barinala themed," Alptraum points out. "But it's pretty weird."

"How many clubs are there?" the barsunala asks, eyes getting bigger. "Is it close to the other one? I mean, if we take a Yodhsunala to one of them.."

"There are others I am sure, those are just the two I've personally been to," Alptraum answers, shrugs, and lazily plays with her own breasts while looking at the two. Probably to make them twitch, really. "If you need outlets for urges, don't you have ... each other?"

"Urges?" the second one asks. "What do you mean?" Number one is starting to recover from the kiss now.

"Well, you wanted to kiss," Alptraum points out. He walks over and feels right between his legs without even asking. "I'm not aware that they castrate you. They never tried to do that to me."

"Meep!" the grabbed man squeaks. "We know about kissing!" he claims. "But we aren't supposed to think naughty thoughts around the Yodhsunala, because they're find out and punish us. There were two other barsunala that claimed they had a tryst with a Yodhinala down in the cemetery, but nobody believed them. Still, they got put on grave digging duty and had a chaperone to make sure 'the tombstones didn't get them excited'.."

"Is it fun punishing?" Alptraum jokes. She then shakes her head and finally lets go. "Then how in the world would you ever go to a club that's explicitly about naughty thoughts?"

The two men pause in thought. "Well.. can't have them around the Yodhsunala is all," one reasons, while the other notes, "Getting to a club would be hard enough. And who would want to have fun with a barsunala?"

"Get some normal clothing," Alptraum points out. "What exactly do you consider naughty and fun?"

"Talking to girls," number one says. "That aren't Yodhsunala or in mourning or sick.."

"They don't like us talking to the Yodhrinala either," the second notes. "Oh! Do you go to these clubs, Barsunala?"

"Occasionally, yes," Alptraum says, then narrows his eyes. "I don't generally need escorts, though, if that is what you're insinuating..."

"But, if you did need to be escorted somewhere..?" the barsunala asks, and tries to wink but probably never had to before, because he holds it for too long.

Alptraum smirks. "Well, I suppose I could. But they might accuse me of corrupting you," she points out. "I almost suggested having sex in some form with both of you, but I'm sure you don't want that."

"What?" the first one asks, ears going red. "Some form?" the other asks. "There's.. more than one way?"

"Well, I can name three right off. Oral, anal, and vaginal," Alptraum ticks off. "But I shouldn't corrupt you."

"Can we be corrupted?" one asks the other. "Does it make you break out in boils or something?" the other wonders.

"Doesn't it.. uh.. use them up though?" number two asks. "How can it make more?"

"I have no idea what you mean by that," Alptraum admits. "Still, it would probably be best if you learned from an expert at it, not a weirdo freak like me."

"I thought you wanted me to take you to some of the clubs. Perhaps one of you could be a messenger to Bara of Club Paradise, maybe," Alptraum says, tilts her head a bit.

"Well, at least we have something to report back to the Temple," number one says. "We'll deliver your message about the Altar of Twilight. When are you usually here, so we can deliver the reply?"

"Varies. It would be easier if you told me when you wanted me to be here," Alptraum admits. she goes right back to fondling number one's junk.

"Nggg.." the fondled man whimpers, as things begin to strain against his pants. "We'll suggest that then," number two says. "They've probably got some way of arranging things."

Alptraum makes things worse when she undoes a bit of Number One's pants. "This, by the way, is oral," she tells to Number Two, and grins. She ends up kneeling down, which alas breaks Number Two's chance of fondling for long. The reason hopefully is good enough because soon the female bat is licking the male's straining bits ... before actually just wrapping her tongue around it and pulling it into her mouth.

Unsure of what to do with his hands now, the man just holds them out for balance. "How do you keep from biting.." number two wonders, hunkering down. He does venture a hand to cop a feel on Alptraum though, since her breasts are unattended (and she was playing with them earlier, so he figures that's what he should be doing).

Alptraum demonstrates by biting, lightly. It's brief, though, and it settles into nursing on it instead. The fondling of her chest is only encouraging her to be lewd, and eef, has she gotten good with her tongue control.

The man being suckled tries not to move, lest his legs give out or he manages to embarrass himself. "I.. didn't know this was an option.." he wheezes out.

Alptraum can't talk right now or she'd have suggested they could do it to each other, being the evil thing she is. She does stop at some point, though, to pull off and say, "Well, I can stop. It's probably too naughty for you."

"Is this the Little Death?" number one asks, still quivering, especially now that the warmth has stopped.

Alptraum snorts. "No, not yet. You're not that far along," she notes, then blows cool air right on it ... just before, well, swallowing it again.

That sudden change-up does trigger the Little Death, and the man goes from quivering to hip-pumping.

Alptraum ends up having to, well, deal with the outcome lest there is a mess he has to explain back 'home' so to speak. When that's done she pulls off and explains, "Now THAT was Little Death, so to speak," she claims and slowly gets back up. "So, just something to think about."

"Think.." the man mutters and staggers. Number two asks, "So that's the least messy way to do it?"

Alptraum considers. "Actually, yes," she admits. "Unless you have problems, well, swallowing."

"And he'll recover, right?" the still lucid one asks, eyeing his partner's wobbling.

"Well.." he replies, and starts fondling Alptraum's chest again, as if it will help him decide.

Alptraum snickers a little. "Well, maybe something another time, then," she offers. "I shouldn't keep you."

"If you need us, just ask for Romero and Ash," the man says, but keeps fondling for as long as he can while his partner recovers.

"Oh, I'm Ash!" he says. "I was in a fire in the Streets Below as a child, and since I didn't die, I was brought to the Yodhsunala!"

Alptraum nods. "That .. I'm sorry. I hope things have not been too hard since," she says.

"Well.. I think I've had it pretty good growing up in the Temple," Ash claims. "I've never gone hungry or had to fight afterall."

"There is that," Alptraum agrees. "I had the latter, not particularly recommended."

"Really?" Ash asks. "But you're.. the Barsunala! Why would you have to fight?" The he's rubbing his face in Alptraum's chest floof, right up against the all-but-hidden white-furred scar.

"Plenty of reasons, I end up dealing with necromancers, and soul eaters," Alptraum points out. "And zombies. Far too many zombies."

"Oh, yeah, zombies," Romero says, seeming to be more composed, despite still having his trousers down. "I hate zombies."

"Zombie vermites," Romero says, and finally pulls his pants back up. "All sorts of undead vermin like that. Get into some sealed up Diphath shrine and eat something they shouldn't, and next thing you know there's zombie critters."

"Was the shrine cleansed?" Alptraum asks, "That shouldn't be allowed to remain around. I can guess what they ate, though."

"Buried in rubble, most of them, but vermites can get through that," Romero says. "I have a specially blessed weapon though. It's a shovel. You can't just splat them, you gotta scoop them up so nothing else eats them and gets zombified."

Alptraum nods. "It's infected by a specific kind of shadow flesh, and it can spread," she says. "Nasty stuff. It would have been good to firebomb them."

"The Yodhgorphat do that afterwards," Romero says. "I worked with some a few years back, before.. well.. while there still were some. There were never very many though. They'd lob green fireballs, and then when the vermin came running out it was whack and shovel time. There's even a special oven we burn the remains in. It doesn't give off smoke or anything!"

"... lovely," Alptraum says. "Well, the number of followers of Gorphat is growing a bit again, so you may work with them again. Anyway, I really shouldn't keep you. You can rest assured Mount Inala is not a hotbed of spirits or worse."

Ash extracts himself from Alptraum's chest, then uses his hands to smooth her fur back out. "We will deliver your message about the Altar of Twilight and that you are occasionally maintaining a presence here," he says, before executing a bow. Romero bows as well. The two then start down the hill - apparently it's fine for them to walk, but not fly, over Inala's sacred ground.

Alptraum isn't too surprised that they can't fly. Even she doesn't fly that often; tends to land lower down and walk up. She shakes her head a bit, sighs. "I really need to quit being a pervert," she mutters to herself as she heads to the hidden passage down into the lair once the men are well out of sight.

Tulani is back, and sitting in her nest of cushions. "How'd it go?" she asks, since Alptraum is female. "Still.. cursed?"

"Well, Gorphat's curse is lifted, so of course Inala is being frustrating. She's forcing me to remain, well, a girl," Alptraum complains. "At this rate I'm actually going to go through a cycle again, ugh."

"Because she wants Skeeks?" Tulani asks. "Is Inala going to get revenge now against Gorphat's curse?"

Alptraum shrugs! "I have absolutely no clue. I just know I'm probably stuck as a girl for a while now," she says, "So if you want a spotty, you'll end up with Jingle."

"I'll need her.. soonish, but I have actual news!" Tulani claims. "Cricket has traced the identities of the tigers and the Lapi."

Alptraum sits, still naked. "Great! Who are they? Please tell me they're not criminals," she requests.

"Bodyguards, from Abu-Dhabi," Tulani reveals. "And there's a good chance the Lapi is their employer, or else working with them. She hasn't figured out his identity yet, but it looks like another airship 'accident' was involved."

"Not surprising. That story works well and is plausible, good for disappearing people," Alptraum says, nods. "So, their original personalities should be okay to recover?"

"Cricket things so, there's nothing dark that she could find about the tigers, and if the Lapi is with them, they should recognize him and be able to fill in his details," Tulani says with a nod. "She hasn't spoken to them yet, though. She wants your input there before telling them and contacting the mages."

"So, Cricket wants me to visit?" Alptruam asks. "Challenging, since I'm, well, stuck like this!"

"Well, a little, I suspect. But it would probably be fine. She knows I can change. She'll probably want me to visit Bright too as the one horned mule," Alptraum mutters.

"Well.. the Skeek would mayb solve one issue," Tulani suggests, grinning. "How many other guy Skeeks do you know of?"

"Probably a couple others, maybe. Mage's Guild," Alptraum points out. "But honestly, I want a nap first, and a really good bath, then I'll be up for going."

It smells like male Eeee. After all of the stuff at the Temple of Gorphat, it's easy to overlook minor odors like that.

Alptraum makes a face. "Right, not a bad idea," she agrees and gets up. "So, off to do that, then. And then nap quick before visiting Cricket."

After a bath and a nap, Alptraum weighs whether to surprise Cricket in his female form, or do a shadow-change back to male. It might be interesting to see how she'd react, but also to see how long he'd last as being male this time. Either way, he'll do well to have clothes for each form in hand! Given what Cricket knows and feels about Alptraum, and how exhausted she might be, Alptraum chooses to be the more familiar sex for her. Plus it may be less distracting in a building full of big (and two small) men.

So after the nap, Alptraum settles himself down and disappears into the shadow. There he discovers it's a fairly significant fight to go from female to male; right now the body really, really, wants to be female, and it may be that being inside Mount Inala is part of that due to greater influence. So its significantly longer time in the shadow to coax things to go back to being a guy and then trying to lock it to that state without having to be constantly focusing on maintaining a specific shape and gender. But eventually the shadow does fall away and reveal Alptraum back to being, well, Alptraum. Mostly. He's flat chested, but still has decidedly female nipples; so a bit longer and broader with a bit more domed areola. For some reason those just wanted to fight being reduced, so he had to leave them else he'd have been even longer in shadow. Minor, though, since clothing would cover that fine anyway.

"I put together something to bring with you," Tulani says, holding out a tightly rolled bundle with a belt clip on the wrapping strap. "Just in case, a blouse and trousers that will fit girl-you. Luckily you're normal female Eeee sized for that!"

Alptraum nods while he finishes getting dressed, and is relieved to discover that yes, his minor complication isn't readily apparent at least; chest fluff and clothing makes it unnoticeable unless specifically looked for. "Thanks. Hopefully things will behave. It's a bit weird when you don't have full control over your own body," he admits as he collects the bundle and attaches it to his belt-sash.

"That's normal for both women and men though, isn't it?" Tulani asks. "At least, for certain things with men. I still get moody and stuff even though I'm infertile."

"This is a bit more than that. It's on top of the other usual issues you have. How would you like to suddenly turn male in, say, public?" Alptraum points out.

"I spent a few years pretending to be male when I started sailing," Tulani claims. "But it would certainly ruin my clothes if that happened now, and I like these pants! So, no, not fun."

"You'd make a good male, though. One of these days I'll have to make you one, then have fun as say, Jingle," Alptraum says and grins.

"Hmm, that would be tricky," Tulani says. "Men learn how to control their aggression and urges in puberty. A woman suddenly turned into a guy wouldn't have any of that experience!"

"How is that flipping the roles?" Tulani asks, crossing her arms. "I'd still be the one in control."

"You would experience new sensations and urges," Alptraum points out, "It's different."

Tulani arches an eyebrow, then makes a shooing motion. "You'd better get going while you won't shock Cricket," she says.

"Anyway, yeah, I should probably get going, I'm not sure for how long I'll be able to keep this body," Alptraum says, "I mean, my dagh-forsaken nipples fought me on changing."

"I notice it, they feel huge right now," Alptraum points out, then siiighs. He grins, waves, and starts his way out before they get side-tracked again on a nipple discussion.

It's dark out when Alptraum leaves the mountain, which means half of Babel is just getting around to breakfast, and for calendars it's officially the 'start' of the day. Cenesta Plaza is lit up and just as busy as it is during the day, but it's just as dark beneath it as always.

The Laughing Chibix
Deep beneath the upper decks of Cenesta Plaza where no sunlight penetrates is this nondescript looking room-by-the-hour hotel. It's only two floors, given the restricted space, and may be built into one of the plaza supports. There are no windows, as there's nothing to see outside, and the door is emblazoned with a cartoonish looking laughing chibix.

Alptraum always knocks, then pokes his head in after opening the door. "Hello! I have returned. Surrender all your kyootcumbers," he declares, then the rest of him comes through the doorway as well.

There's a wing-wrapped figure hanging from a perch, and then there's a yawn and a thump as Cricket drops to the floor. "Wuh?" she says.. but anything after that is lost. It's as if Alptraum has suddenly gone deaf to the world around him.. but still hears something. A whisper. It sounds like Barada, but the words seem to slip past his consciousness, and then he feels dizzy and unsteady..

Alptraum's head clears, but not his confusion. His pants are around his ankles, which may be why he.. tripped? He's nose to nose with the prettiest Eeee girl he's ever seen, and she looks like she's his age too, around fourteen. She's staring into his eyes with her one brown and one silver one as he lies on top of her. He's vaguely aware that they're in an actual room. She must be a townie, and for some reason he's in her house! To make things more awkward, he's got a hand on one of her breasts (which seem pretty big for a young Eeee), which he almost doesn't notice until he feels her nipple stiffen against his palm.

And far be it for Alptraum to turn down a situation like this; it's like a chapter out of one of the books he snuck-read once! "Hellllooooo," he croons at the girl under him while his cupping hand is now reflexively squeezing that breast like a squeak toy. "Fancy meetin' you 'ere with such lovely, er ... boobies." Real smooth there, kiddo.

A hand grabs the back of Alptraum's head. He expects to be yanked off of her, but instead she pulls him in for a kiss! A real kiss! She even grabs his calves with her feet. The movement is enough to tell Alptraum that she's definitely naked. But there's no scent of booze (or taste of it on her tongue), which he'd figured had to be the case.

This of course causes the expected teenage reaction; things down below quickly stand at attention as he tries to kiss back, with tongue! He's ... well, okay? Not like he has a lot of experience at it of course, but he gives it an enthusiastic try! Soon her other breast is also cupped and squeezed.

They feel a lot nicer than he imagined they would be! And they're as big as Katka's, he's sure! The girl may or may not be any better at kissing than he is, but she's pretty squirmy with her tongue as if unsure what to do with it. She's also squirming her hips around and up against him (on purpose or by chance).

Alptraum's hips are soon squishing right back. He knows things are supposed to go together, just not quite how they get to that state. So, trial by error, that. Now, if he were thinking, he might wonder if this is a good idea, but everyone knows young guys don't think much, and right now he's got an eager and willing girl, and he's gonna enjoy it. The kiss breaks briefly so Alptraum can pull that baggy shirt off, then he's right back to snogging.

At least the snogging seems to be getting better, despite the crash course. The wiggling down below continues for a bit, until the girl suddenly stops. This is followed by her reaching down to grab Alptraum, and tries to squeeze like he does to her breasts, although he doesn't squish at all. Being held like that makes things even harder if that's possible! It definitely feels different than his own hand.

Alptraum ends up squeaking into the kiss when she does that! It feels both weird and good! It also makes his hips want to move any more by apparent instinct. It also makes him pinch her nipples!

The pinch causes a squeak right back into the kiss in echo of Alptraum's, then she retaliates by rubbing the really sensitive part with her thumb.

Which of course cases more squeaking! His retaliation is to break the kiss and instead bite onto one of her nipples and tug playfully.

"Ouch!" the girl squeaks, and uses her claw to press against his very tip in retaliation. Now, being a vampire-in-hiding, Alptraum hasn't tasted many things in his life. But that nipple is the by far the best thing he's ever tasted, and worth the claw-tease.

Biting turns into well, nursing on it. Why? It's a weird sort of instinct and so he just starts doing that. The claw makes him lift his butt up and away, though. Nevermind the claw just follows.

This gives the girl the opportunity to guide him back down the way she wants, and that's how Alptraum finds himself guided right into her. That's enough to make him suck in his breath, which also sucks in the nipple more as well as a side effect.

That's a new sensation. Egad, it's a really good one, too! Hips involuntarily push down and ensures he is quite in there, then they just sort of twitch push as if he doesn't wanna come back out! There's also a sort of pitiful whimpering around that be-sucked nipple.

Is she stroking the back of his neck? Her hips buck, but if she's trying to knock him off it wouldn't work anyway she still has a strong grip on him with her feet. Then she bites his ear, but while it hurts it hurts in a weirdly pleasant way. Anything would probably feel weirdly pleasant at this point!

Alptraum is very confused; this girl seems to know what she's doing ... and he sure doesn't. So he sort of follows her lead, and tries to buck back, in alternating movement. His be-bitten ear holds still and he can't help himself gasping out. He's soon off that nipple and just bites down on her shoulder instead.

That makes her let go of his ear and squeak! But then she nuzzles his cheek and gyrates her hips even faster. Is she trying to distract him?

At least he lessens his bite some! Now his focus is all on his hip movements as she tries to sort of mimic them.

Things are perfectly in sync of course, since the girl slows down and speeds up again seemingly at random, until she grabs Alptraum's shoulder and says, "Wait.. uh.. slow now.. go slow!"

"What, what? Are you on fire?!" Alptraum squeaks in a panic. He does slow down, though, just in case. "Is something wrong?!"

"No.. just go slow now!" she replies, and slows down as well. "But harder. Slow but harder!"

Alptraum looks like an animal caught in bright lights. His eyes are huge. But he does slow down, but each push tends to make the other Eeee scoot a bit on the floor.

It's not as intense as going fast, but it feels more like it's building up to something - or maybe it just seems like that because it requires more focus. But the girl is making moaning sounds and closing her eyes, and digging into his legs harder with her feet and into his shoulders with her claws.

The digging claws makes Alptraum worry even more! So his thrusts get even harder, but at least he's resisting going faster again even with the urge to. It does at least also give him a chance to really get a look at the girl that sprung this trap on him.

She looks really cute with her eyes closed and her mouth making an "Ooooo" shape. Black hair and light brown fur.. she reminds him of the mysterious 'princess' he and Hexen ran into at those ruins. But with big boobs, and less mischief (so far at least).

That brings back some weird memories! It also keeps him going, and soon he's back down a bit and kissing her. Or trying enthusiastically.

Now she's moving her hips faster again, but can't give any instructions during the kiss. Her breath tastes different though, and her breathing is also a bit faster and more erratic.

Well, if she's moving faster, then soon so is he! And feeling really weird, like things want to explode down there! It's causing a bit of a panic, until he remembers he knows the feeling a bit he discovered by accident. But it's still a bit different than when it was discovered alone.

The girls hips suddenly hold still, and her muscles tense! She doesn't dissuade Alptraum from going fast though! She's actually trembling under him.

There's a bit of frenetic going fast before the weird urge reaches its crescendo! Then there's that weird sensation again as things, well, pop and that built pressure is releasing ... into the girl.

There's a matching spasm of sort from Alptraum's partner! She lets out an ultrasonic yelp and holds onto Alptraum to ride it out.

Alptraum is both really enjoying and panicking since he's still not quite sure what's happening! So he just hugs on and rides out the weird sensations of his junk pulsing.

When it finally subsides, his chest feels damp where he's pressing against the girl. Is she lactating? In that case, she's probably got a baby, and can't get knocked up by Alptraum! Which would be really lucky for him.

There's dampness.. but it's coming from his nipples, which look really swollen. He's never seen them that big before!

"Wha?!" Alptraum squeaks and covers his own chest in a panic! What's going on!? He's also feeling them and around them.

Things seem to shift in his head, as the nipples break the notion that he's fourteen again. Of course he isn't! He came to get Cricket's report on the Tiger Khatta. Barada whispered something that messed with his head somehow!

And soon Alptraum is looking around to see where he actually is and if his nipples are actually, well, leaking. And did he just ... boink Cricket?

Cricket is still underneath him, and he's definitely in her office-bedroom at the inn. There's also a young Eeee girl sitting on the edge of Cricket's desk. "Wasn't that fun?" Barada asks. "Cricket needed to deal with all the stress she's been feeling, and I think this worked out just right."

Alptraum looks worried. "I didn't get her pregnant, did I?" he asks as he carefully tries to extract himself from Cricket.

"Of course not," Barada says. "She's earned a small reward for her efforts is all," the goddess claims. Cricket still seems a bit dazed during this.

"I also hope I didn't hurt her," Alptraum admits once he's finally, well, free. He looks down and pokes one of his nipples, then licks his finger. He's never actually, well, ... tasted his own breast output except for Nicora's. "And of course she deserves a reward."

It's pretty thin and watery, and the poke reveals just how tender things are. As for hurting Cricket.. Alptraum really is in the same shape he was at fourteen. And his right hand has full sensation, almost certainly because of Barada's influence, even if it's all in his head as some sort of suggestion.

"I would appreciate at least asking before you mess with my body. I already have Gorphat and Inala playing battles with my body, hence," Alptraum complains and gestures at his chest. With those nipples and this age, it looks like a pubescent girl's chest really.

"Oh, I don't get to play then?" Barada asks, and pouts. "I knew you before they did, remember. The boy you were is how I remember you still. Wasn't it nice though? If you'd seen Cricket when you were that age, how would you have reacted?"

"That would have happened, then I'd be made to marry her," Alptraum points out, "Because if she got pregnant I'd have to do that. And yes you get to play, I guess."

Cricket stretches and gets to her feet. "Wow, what a wake-up," she says, and hugs Alptraum. Her folded wings momentarily block Alptraum's view of Barada, and that's all it takes for the goddess to vanish. "Why are your nipples weeping though?" she asks, then feels her own breasts to make sure it's not her that's the source of the wetness.

"Inala is messing with me, again. She won't let me be completely male without a fight. My nipples lost the fight," Alptraum explains and shrugs some. He may as well leave the shirt off till the weeping stops otherwise ... embarrassing wet spots. "I came to hear about the Tiger."

"Inala? She can do things like that to you?" Cricket asks, looking shocked. She blinks, then says, "Oh, the Tigers!" She turns to her desk where there's a sheaf of papers that she picks up. "I have their identities! They're bodyguards from Abi-Dhabi, protecting a merchant. They were traveling by airship to the Free City, but it went down in a sudden storm and crashed further up the coast." She shifts the papers until she gets to a map that shows the location of the crash. "They and their employer were among the missing, and I'm still sorting through that list. The ship stopped at Little Rephidim West, and people came and went and I'm still waiting for the information on that. But they were guarding a Lapi, so there's a chance that it's our Mr. Fluff. If the Tiger's memories get restored, they'd be able to tell us whether or not that's the case. I think the Doctor may have been lazy though and grabbed as many as they could."

"DO you suspect most of the people then are from that crash? If so, they may have also caused it, making it no accident. Do you at least have a count of those missing and is it close to our group size?" Alptraum asks.

"It's the second crash that's related," Cricket notes. "The two Chronotopian Cervani where on a different crash further north. Those events could have both been trial runs, since they were figuring out how to take down airships."

"But I don't have the full data yet on who survived, who didn't, and who went missing," Cricket adds, looking tired again. "Even then, the 'dead' could still have been taken and revived."

"Do the crashes line up with the way ships were attacked here later?" Alptraum asks. "And as for the rest of the information, look into it once you get more rest. You still look pretty beaten down."

"The later raids didn't take down the airships," Cricket says. "They were mainly aimed at taking out the Yodhrephath, and made to look like regular piracy. So these could have been specifically for finding subjects the Doctor could experiment on. They might have been for the Pancrazio project."

"Possibly," Alptraum agrees, while playing with his nipples absently. Which ... well, Alptraum being weird is normal these days. "Still, this is really good information. You've done amazingly well in this effort. Thank you for all your work. And I mean it, rest some now. We need to have the mages work on the tigers, then learn about the lapi. They may also be able to identify some of the others here."

"Hopefully," Cricket nods. "It doesn't matter why they ended up like this anymore, only who they were. But the Tigers don't have anything scary in their past, so it should be safe to tell them who they were, just not their names until after the mages defuse any traps in their minds."

Alptraum nods. "Right. So I'll send word to the mage's tower that the tigers have been identified and can be helped now. Unless you prefer to let them know," Alptraum offers. "They don't bite."

She offers up the research to Alptraum, then pauses and says, "I guess I can tell them. Do you need to take the information to the mages, or do they just need to know that they aren't crazed murderers?"

"Well, having the information would probably help identify traps. So it would likely help. I can still do it if you want. Whatever is easiest for you," Alptraum offers and reaches out to take the papers.

Cricket hands them over, and chews on her lip. "I should tell them," she decides. "So they all know I'm making real progress, and they haven't just been left here to be forgotten."

Alptraum then hands the papers back. "All right," he agrees, "But please, at least take a couple days to rest before you do. You look utterly exhausted."

"Yes, yes it is," Alptraum agrees. "You also need a bath because you smell of sex."

"Alright.. a good night's sleep, a bath, and some party supplies," Cricket says.

"Well.. at least for the Tigers," Cricket says. "But it should be for everyone. A going away party of sorts."

"Agreed. Am I supposed to be there, or does that make things more difficult?" Alptraum asks.

"Well, do you want to be?" Cricket asks. "Or at least send your unicorn friend, I know they like her."

"That might turn it into an orgy," Alptraum points out. "Well, let me know when it will be and I'll see about it."

"Maybe in two days," Cricket says. "Let me know by then when you've arranged things with the mages."

"That should not be a problem," Alptraum says and nods. He checks his chest again to see if it's dried up or still leaking.

Alptraum pulls his shirt back on and looks at the bagginess. "I really need to return to my right age," he remarks as he looks at how baggy it is.

"Nah, no need. How about you just get some more rest, please," Alptraum requests as he gathers his stuff. He's getting a weird urge that he really needs to see someone here before he leaves.

So Cricket yawns, and forgoes the perch to actually flop face-down onto the narrow bed instead.

Alptraum pets Cricket's back a few times until she's, well, snoring. Then he's up and quietly moving to the office door to sneak out. He opens it slowly and eases through, then closes it behind himself quietly. He stretches a few times, then starts a very quiet walk down the hall to not alert any one he passes by. Granted he's having to hold his pants up while he goes, but small problems there."

As he passes one of the doors, he smells something that gives him pause. It's familiar, but not something he would have normally noticed.. but it reminds him of wearing a skimpy leather outfit for some reason.

Alptraum inhales deeply and ends up with a full body shiver he did not expect. Before he really realizes it, he's knocking on that door. His head feels all sorts of weird and fuzzy a small bit. Like there's something here he needs.

More than that, he feels his ears going from pointed to.. rounder and fuzzier, and what might be a tail growing on his backside. His chest feels odd (well, odder). There's some scuffling behind the door, which opens up to reveal Mr. Fingers, the Skeek with altered eyes. He blinks, and seems to have trouble focusing on Alptraum (either because he's still half-asleep or due to the link to Pancrazio being severed). "Who.. a.. demon?!" he squeaks at the sight of a sort of half-Skeek, half-Eeee figure before him. Alptraum's wings haven't gone anywhere!

Alptraum pushes the mouse into the room while ... purring? Before he even realizes it, he's snogging Mr. Fingers and running his hands along his sides. "I need you," he says to the mouse in a weirs sultry sort of voice. "Please, don't argue or fight. I won't hurt you I just ... need you. In me."

"Wha.. who.." the mouse stammers, trying not to fall backwards, until he get pushed to the edge of his cot and does fall backwards onto it. He's just got a pair of baggy trousers on, which is pretty much what all of the recovered men here wear.

Alptraum is already pulling his own clothing off, which reveals a weird sort of body; it's a mixture of feminine sort of curves, the start of pert little breasts, and yet also still bearing male bits too, though they're smaller than they were. "I promise you will enjoy it," he claims as he's soon naked and crawling on top. Once there he's already pulling the mouse's pants off.

"You.. you aren't gonna steal my soul or nuthin'?" the mouse squeaks, probably thinking this is all still a dream of some sort. But he still responds physically to the attention, if a bit confusedly.

Alptraum dips down and is soon licking the mouse all over his bits with the still all-too-long Eeee tongue. "Not at all, just your goo," he claims as he works to get the mouse more 'awake' so to speak.

"My.. goo?" Mr. Fingers asks, whiskers twitching. His eyes may be rolling back a bit from the licking, since there's just a slight crescent of white showing at their lower edges.

Alptraum would be mortified if he were aware of just how he was acting right now. Buuuut, lust-induced haze has put carnal desire at the forefront and thinking at the back. He's currently really slurping on the mouse's bits lewdly and wetly. This goes for a good couple of minutes to make sure the mouse is quite ... at attention then he's sliding up and soon straddling over him. Smaller still, but still male, mostly, the very effeminate mouse-bat-thing smiles down at him. He's reaching down and with a curl of his fingers he takes hold and lifts the mouse's bit up. The bat-thing shifts around a bit until he's lined the mouse up with, well, Gorphat's mouth at least to start since the rest hasn't changed yet, and will take a bit ... and he can't seem to wait himself. "You may need to have several in you, though," Alptraum purrs down at the mouse. From there, well, Alptraum slides back and sits and the mouse bits slide up and in to him through Gorphat's mouth. The sensation is ... well the mouse-bat's wings certainly ripple and he's hissing out as things stretch, as the mouse sinks right in.

Like some male Skeeks, Mr. Fingers looks like he does have several in him, and has been pent up since.. before the escape from the mountain? He certainly isn't resisting.. much. He's not exactly keeping still once things start, and the cot hasn't collapsed. Alptraum's wings are shrinking now, but it might be beyond their notice at the moment, along with other things, like the growing tail and ear changes and fur shedding from the hands and feet.

Alptraum isn't even noticing, as now he's rolling his hips, which are gradually widening. The strange mouse-bat's face (which is weird with both fangs and buck teeth) has bliss written across it. "If you fill me this way, you'll help me become ... proper to fill me the right way," she soft of chitter-purrs down at Mr. Fingers. "Just go with it, and enjoy." And the rolling continues, slow, unrelenting, and rather tight. The forming mouse tail is also quite lifted, kept out of the way since that area is a bit occupied.

"I have no idea what you mean," Mr. Fingers says, and grabs unto Alptraum's shifty hips. "But.. if you keep this up I'm not gonna last much longer. It's been awhile!"

Alptraum doesn't seem to have a problem with the first one not lasting long. So, the Eeee-mouse moves unrelentingly while his body continues to change; taking on more and more of the curvatious aspects of a mouse girl with good breeding hips, just minus all the right equipment for breeding ... yet. Though in some Babel brothels, the form he's in would probably be disturbingly popular. "Just let it happen," he says, voice sounding far, far, more feminine by the moment.

"That's.. is that something that's normally said in this situation?" the Skeek asks. As far as he remembers, his only sexual encounter before this was with a unicorn after all - and she was tied up! But he does let it happen, for several seconds. He makes a weird face when it happens too.

Alptraum looks like he's in ecstasy the entire time. Moaning, too. The longer it goes, the more reduced his bits become, until they start folding in as his bits sift slowly into another passage into his, well, her now, body. And when the mouse finally does peak that first time, the shifting completes as the new equipment becomes functional and even 'squirts' a bit herself in a small sort of pleasured mini-climax. She arches her back at this and cries out. Then it's a bit of quiet as she basks a bit before pulling herself slowly off the mouse with a lewd sort of pop-slurp. She then leans to the side and uses his pants to clean him off good before she shifts again. Back a bit, a new angle, and she lines him up with Inala's gate. "Now for the real collection," she murmurs to him and leans down to kiss his nose. The kiss deepens as she pushes back and down as this time his flesh disappears through Inala's gate and into her.

Mr. Fingers bucks his hips upwards and grabs onto mouse boobs once they fully finish growing. It isn't until Alptraum's wings are completely gone that the Skeek starts putting his full effort into it though, make the ex-Eeee bounce as a result. He's fully awake now, and his eyes are even beginning to look a bit wild and dilated.

And of course the bouncing mouse is just giggling like mad. Inwardly, though, there's a bit that's rather horrified to be so easily controlled. Why, she should raise complaints and fight and ... ooooh, there, just a little to the left. And thus brain derailed again by it feeling good. Stupid good sensations, so controlling.

Things get better (or worse, depending on ones perspective) when the entwined pair fall off the cot onto the floor. That's when Alptraum finds herself pinned down while Mr. Fingers goes at it hard and fast enough that the she's practically vibrating. At this rate, someone is sure to injure something!

It's probably a good thing that in the throes of it, the bat's brain is basically off and has about as much thought processes as some sort of feral animal. It's also impressive how a mouse can growl, because that's what she's doing. It's either that or just a very vibrating purr. Boy will her knees be sore later, though. That thin whip-tail is wrapped right around Mr. Fingers, ensuring he's going nowhere.

After another series of short spurts, Mr. Fingers has to stop and catch his breath, lying atop Alptraum and panting - but otherwise not about to withdraw or let her up. He's actually wheezing a little.

It's during that respite Alptraum can think again. And the thought is: What in dagh's name am I doing?!? Well, not that she doesn't know, it's hard to ignore having something in you of course. More how she lost control and ended up on the floor, like this. Also, she wonders if it's okay to punch a Goddess in the face for using her like some sort of toy. And in spite of this she still can't get her tail to uncurl and let Mr. Fingers go.

Once Mr. Fingers is breathing normally again, he starts moving his hips once more - albeit at a more sedate pace. At least he seems more lucid himself at this point.

And the former bat is oscillating between enjoying being a woman once more with all the curves and fleshy bits, to being frustrated by liking it! The slower movement, though, at least keeps things a bit more sane, and actually more enjoyable. Which becomes evident by the little chirps and shivers when little micro-bursts of pleasure come from all the activity. At least now it's less animal and more sensual and sane. Well, as sane as it ever gets anyway.

It's still a bit much for Mr. Fingers, especially with all of Alptraum's cute little responses. He hasn't been going slow for quite long enough to fully recharge though, and his moan is equal parts pleasure and slight discomfort. This time he puts more attention into fondling, biting and nuzzling during the intermission.

There are points where the mounted-mouse does stop and give Mr. Fingers a break here and there. It's also a break for herself, for that matter. She uses it as a chance to pant and recover too. Though even when not moving her inner muscles can do near acrobatics of their own, and demonstrate it. Both thanks to, and in horror of, Inala and all her demented blessings. Be it Inala or Gorphat, they both love the extremes.

Poor Mr. Fingers suffers from shooting the occasional blank, but it never seems to dissuade him from pushing on! He finally finds a pace that's just enough to keep Alptraum happy without causing him to sprain or pull anything of his own, but after one final very-drawn-out episode of pumping, he clearly isn't going any further.. and that includes getting off of Alptraum, as he sort of passes out on top of her.

This leaves the mouse in a bit of a problem. She has to roll to her side and take him with her. Then it's carefully unwrapping her tail and slowly trying to pull herself off and disentangle without making even more of a mess. Things are drippy after one ride after all. After half a dozen? Ugh.

Even when she's off, Mr. Fingers still twitches a bit. He definitely looks a bit bruised in places as well. But at least now he's drooling on the floor and not on Alptraum.

And before she realizes it, the transformed mouse uses her tongue to clean him up a little and ease the pain. When she does realize it at least, she's horrified, embarrassed, and is quickly getting up and then trying to find the female-fit clothing to put on and get out of there.

Of course, the female clothing is for a female Eeee, not a Skeek! There's no way it can be made to fit Alptraum as she is now.

Alptraum twitches. She sits down and tries to change into a female Eeee at least. Not as huge a shift as that and gender, at least.

It takes a lot of effort, since the effects of being with Mr. Fingers haven't quite worn off. But she can feel her tail start to retract, and tingling in her ears and feet and other areas. It's like holding her breath though, and some point she has to pause and breath. And.. it doesn't feel right. She feels a bit fluffier, and her ears are almost there, but the feet are off. And her fur is more light-brown than black. In face, she feels like.. Butterscotch. Her non-Inala or Gorphat-induced bunny form!

Well, crud! Ao, the now-bunny checks over the clothes to see if any of it will fit yet! She doesn't want to be stuck here.

"Are you alright, Fingers?" someone asks as the door opens. "I heard.." That's when Mr. Fluff sees Alptraum trying to get a bunny-foot into Eeee pants.

"Oh, uh, hi! Don't mind me. Just dealing with ... stuff," the doe claims while grinning nervously and twitching like she's mildly insane.

"Uhhhhhh," the buck says, blinking. "Do you.. need.. help?" he asks while his ears semaphore in confusion.

"I could use some better-fitting clothing," Alpbunny admits. Eeee hips are nothing like bunny hips, after all, and fitting would be precarious. "I don't suppose there are any spare sets?"

"That would be appreciated!" the other bunny squeals all too, well, chipper and doe-like.

This makes the bucks whisker's stand out straight for a moment. "Well.. uh.. follow me then?" he suggests, and backs out of the doorway into the hall, watching to see if the doe really does follow.

The doe does gather up her things quickly and then moves to follow. Granted, yes, it could seem a bit like this could be a hallucination or a dream, really. Look, tada! Naked bunny! But no, really, she's right there. With a puddle between her legs.

Mr. Fluff goes to the open door to the room next door, still moving backwards so he doesn't lose sight of the doe.

"So... you're a Lapi right?" Mr. Fluff finally asks, once they're both in the room.

"Huh," the buck goes. "I just haven't ever seen one.. err, well, probably not ever just.. as far as I can remember," he clarifies. "Can I take a closer look? I've never seen my own face, so.. you must be pretty close, right?"

"Faces are generally quite different, but yes you can look," Alpbunny answers and stops moving. "And I'm pretty sure you've seen others before, and just don't remember."

So Mr. Fluff gets close, and reaches out to play with Alptraum's cheeks and ears.

Alpbunny's left eyebrow goes up a little at this, but for the most part she lets him explore as much as he ones to. "Just remember, real person. Not a doll or toy," she insists.

After leaning in to sniff her neck, Mr. Fluff asks, "Wait.. there are dolls and toys that act alive?"

"Rarely," Alpbunny claims, and holds very still while she's being sniffed. "Surely I am not that interesting?"

"I only remember seeing one female before," Mr. Fluff says. "Well, naked that is. I've seen the Eeee girl here." He then squats down to be eye-to-eye with the doe's breasts. "Are these normal sized?" he asks.

"For a lapi? Yes. Pretty average. Some are lots bigger, some are smaller," Alpbunny claims. Good thing, too, overly large means back issues.

Then the buck goes right ahead and feels them. "Soft," he notes, and tries suckling.

"Ack! Hey!" Alpbunny blurts out and flaps her arms a bit. Still, he doesn't push him away as he's not being rough about it .. just .. mmfn.

This goes on for several minutes, before Mr. Fluff stops and says, "I don't think they're working?"

Of course, Butterscotch was never an Inala-blessed form, so that shouldn't be surprising.

"They're not supposed to unless I'm pregnant," the doe points out and flicks him lightly on the nose.

"Really?" Mr. Fluff asks, looking surprised. "So Willow the Unicorn was pregnant.." he then reasons. He also reaches around and tests the softness of her rear, which isn't that soft, depending on how hard one squeezes. "Were you having sex with Mr. Fingers?" he then asks.

"Yes," Alpbunny answers. "Don't ask why, though. It's hard to explain. Also, Unicorn's are weird, so I doubt you can make that call." She also ends up on her toes as her butt is fondled!

"Want to have sex with me then?" the buck asks, looking up at Alpbunny's face. "I think you're attractive and smell nice. And I'll give you my pants."

Alpbunny makes a face. "You're trying to bribe me with pants for sex? But if i do that I could get pregnant," she complains.

"Which part?" the buck asks. "I've mainly used my fingers and.. forearm.. before."

"Wha?" the doe asks, now looking confused. "Well, if you do actual sex the right way I could. Though I have used my backside plenty to avoid getting pregnant with a lapi bedmate. So, if you don't mind using, well, that maybe..."

"And it would fit?" the buck asks to be sure. He hasn't been that thorough in his examination.

"Well, I was going to give you my pants anyway," Mr. Fluff says, and takes them off. He's.. not badly proportioned, seeing him from a Lapi perspective instead of a unicorn's.

"Wait, those are the only spare pants?" the doe asks, "I'm not sure I feel right taking those." She rubs the back of her own neck a bit as she can't help but check him out. For a bunny, not bad at all. She mutters to herself a moment about not backing out now, it would be rude. She does that while kneeling down right in front of him and well soon starts licking his bunniness.

"Woooat are you doing?" he finally asks, still holding his pants in one hand. "That's new! I thought I was supposed to do that.."

The doe demonstrates what she's doing since she can't talk while she is doing it. She also fondles his butt.

"I've had this all backwards.." the buck says.. and drops the pants. "What do I do? How do I taste?" He actually flexes his butt for some reason.

"Oh, no, sometimes the guy does similar," the doe explains in a short break. "You don't need to do anything right now but enjoy and daydream. As for how you taste ... a bit sweaty and musky."

"This really makes me want to do things with you though," Mr. Fluff warns. "Even if just for a little bit, to see what it feels like."

"Do what?" the doe asks, then her tongue is rather occupied again. If it were Nikky, she'd be making om-nom-nom sounds.

"Uhhh.." the buck says, as if unable to articulate just what he wants to do. Or articulate much of anything, but he does stroke Alpbunny's ears.

"These are all I can reach right now," Mr. Fluff apologizes. He does stroke them sensually though, without grabbing.

Alpbunny snickers. "Well, you'll be doing something else, soon," she murmurs and gets up. She turns away, through and goes and lays belly-down on the bed a bit for support, with her legs off the side. She wiggles her butt at him now, as well as her vulva. "If you still want to," she says.

"Yes!" Mr. Fluff says.. and then kneels down and starts licking and rubbing with his fingers. Which is nice, since she doesn't have Inala insta-rousal with this body.

Alpbunny sort of squeaks from that! She wasn't actually expecting it. The squeak fades into a moan, then a purring sort of chitter. The puff-tail even wags.

It's a nice combination of arousing and relaxing, in that it doesn't send her straight into bunny-lust. That comes a few minutes later, when Mr. Fluff is nuzzling at the back of her neck and finally slipping inside. He makes a squeaky-moan of his own then.

That makes the doe squeak and say, "Wait, that's..." And then she's not saying much more because she's sort of moan-cooing instead, and her butt rolls. She's not trying to force him out anyway.

He's not exactly about to pop, since he's still just getting used to fitting. He rolls his hips with Alpbunny's butt rolling though, in no particular rush. He does stroke her sides with his fingers though, and then nibbles on the edge of one ear.

Alpbunny for the most part also keeps it slow and steady. She chitters a little too, relaxing and taking it easy compared to the skeek event, anyway. She also helps keep arousal down by thinking about, well, Nicora some, and those two bunnies.

Mr. Fluff does pump things a bit faster at points, but then slows back down as if trying to avoid getting too excited. But he does seem to time them just when Alpbunny is trying to distract herself.

"What are you doing..?" the doe asks in one of these odd moments of fast and slow. She also wonders now if one of the Goddesses have taken over him!

"Should I just go fast?" Mr. Fluff asks, reaching under Alpbunny to squeeze her breasts. "Can I kiss you?"

"Kissing might be a bit hard, and you can go at whatever rate you want," the doe says. Given he's on her back, it would be neck gymnastics to kiss!

Alpbunny finds the request a little odd, but she does turn her head to the side. She's still not sure how well it will work, but he did ask!

Mr. Fluff slides over until he's only half on the doe's back, so that he can twist his head enough to kiss her! He moves his legs to make sure things are counter-balanced (and has his other foot on the floor).

Huh! It's a bit awkward, but it does seem to work. And she's even able to roll her butt some at that.

"About kissing?" the buck asks, but shifts to be fully atop her back again, and starts to actually.. well.. thrust.

Alpbunny grunts on each thrust. "About it being awkward in this position," she corrects between thrusts.

"Many, and no I am not going to show you them. I don't have that much time," Alpbunny says, possibly a bit frustrated.

"No, you can enjoy your time now, I just didn't want you to think we'd be switching up a dozen or more times is all," Alpbunny explains as she resumes her hip rolling in time with his thrusting.

The buck picks up where he left off then. "Dozens.." he mutters, and really tries to wring all that he can out of the current one. And since there's plenty of padding, he starts pushing harder and harder. "This is amazing!"

"Surely you have done this before! Even with other guys like male rabbits and male Eeee sometimes do," Alpbunny squeaks between each thrust. She starts trying to engage in muscle control too, to make it more interesting with things grab and sorta suckle.

"You're the only other Lapi I've met!" the buck insists, and moans some more. At this rate.. well, too late! He's still going full tilt as he makes with the baby-batter.

And of course due to Lapi anatomy that trigger, triggers her! She's soon shudder-moaning and squirming as her insides end up gooey! Well, more gooey. Will this cause issues with the mouse kids Inala wanted, though?

Since she wasn't transported to Inala's garden to give birth, things must not have worked with Mr. Fingers! Or else it wasn't enough, given how these things usually work.

The thought it might have not worked makes the doe grumble a little, which means she's stuck in this weird state for a while longer. She'll either have to deal with it as things go, or do something about Inala.

"That was way better than having my arm up a unicorn," Mr. Fluff says, and rubs Alpbunny's back.

"Why did you have your arm in a unicorn?" Alpbunny has to ask as she lays there, sorta limp and slightly frustrated.

"It was what fit," the buck claims. "She was bigger than me," he explains. "One of her boobs was bigger than my head."

"I don't think she would have noticed," Mr. Fluff says. He's certainly a very self-aware and honest buck.

"I'm not too heavy am I? Should I get off?" the buck asks. He doesn't seem inclined too of course. They never are.

"You're fine. You used the wrong hole, though. So if I get pregnant, I'm leaving the child with you," Alpbunny threatens

After a pause, Mr. Fluff suggests, "I can suck on your breasts to find out, right?"

"You're welcome to stay then, until we can get you some pants," the Lapi suggests enthusiastically. "Maybe even a shirt, but we don't get them.. oh, the Eeee girl probably has some."

"I'd rather she not know I was here," Alpbunny admits, not wanting to have to explain this situation.

The buck climbs back onto her, but this time he can kiss her without it being awkward! And fondle her chest more easily as well.

The doe, well, allows it. As long as he behaves, she really can't get involved in even more stuff.

The buck sticks to kissing and fondling for a bit, and probably wants to do more, but stops and gets off of the doe. "Did you want to try on the pants?" he asks.

The doe finally sits up and smooths down her pelt a bit. "I should, though I'm not comfortable taking your only pair. I'll make do without somehow," she says as she collects the pants. She at least tries them on to see if they would have even fit right.

They were already baggy on the buck, so are still baggy, but that means there's room for her hips at least.

"Those are the only ones I was given, but it's not like I've gone without pants before," the buck claims. "Who's going to care?"

"Anyone else in the building. And you'll have to explain what happened to them, which might raise suspicion and panic," Alpbunny points out as she removes the pants. The last thing she needs to do is trigger more panic for Cricket by having clothing vanish, then a panic about spies and invaders.

"Oh, yeah, and the others may be waking up soon," Mr. Fluff says. "Maybe your other clothes can be made to fit better?"

"I'll sort it out. I have ideas," Alpbunny claims, remembering she can just use shadow to look clothed until she can get to an Eeee form where clothes will fit.

"Nah, I've got it. You can just relax," Alpbunny claims as she gathers her clothing and heads to the door. "See you again sometime, possibly."

"I won't forget! Hopefully!" the buck says, then lies back down on his cot looking exhausted. "Good luck!"

"I'll need it," the doe replies as she slips out of the door quietly. And once outside, and if the hall is clear, out comes shadow to make some loose-fitting robe-clothing so she can get out of this looney bin.