Mousetraum gets a weird sense of Déjà vu when looking into the mirror, and feels like her mind has wandered for a moment. Like she was somewhere else, but doing something related. It gets worse when Tulani brings over a small chest full of things that the Yodhinala probably consider to be toys, but since they're down here they were probably gifts from admirers. Even the cat-o'-nine-tails is made of expensive braded Zolk. Some of the ornate phalluses may have been used for training though, as they have a sense of age about them, and look as if they've been resurfaced. Some are made of solid glass even. "I don't know if this is everything," Tulani says. "None of the trunks down here are marked in any way I can decipher."
"I feel dirty just looking at all of this," Moursetraum admits. She picks up one of the rather large toys. What is it with rhain models, anyway? She holds it up, then peers at Tulani. "Bet this would fit," she comments. "You."
"The world may never know!" Tulani claims, looking all innocent. "I have no idea how you're supposed to use this stuff on someone. Even if I am half feline."
"Bend over and we can find out," Moursetraum comments. Though she sets it on the floor so it's sticking straight up. Then the crazy mouse is trying to see if it fits in her.
"You must be kidding," Tulani says, and while getting it past the gates takes a little effort.. the rest goes smoothly. This form has Inala's blessing after all.
Mousetraum looks at Tulani, challengingly, as she, well, descends. Somehow, the mouse ends up with her butt nearly on the floor; the entire huge thing fit in her, somehow. What is this a mouse 'bag of holding'?
She can certainly still feel it, but it doesn't cause discomfort. A sure sign that Inala's blessing is in effect, unless getting stretched out in a daydream actually affected her.
"Mice should not attempt cat grins," Tulani claims, brandishing the expensive looking Zolk flail.
"Hey, if this bothers you, prove you can do it too," the mouse counters and rises up. When she comes off the flared end it makes a really lewd popping sound.
"Are you gonna turn into a stallion for it?" Tulani asks with one eyebrow arched.
"Can't right now, so you gotta use the toy," Moursetraum claims and gestures to it.
"Nope, no fun there," Tulani claims. "If I can't scratch and bite it just isn't the same." She crosses her arms, and asks, "So, are you taking that with you then?"
"It's hard to walk if I have that thing in me," the mouse claims as she does collect the flogger, at least, them hmms. She tosses it into the chest, and the toy too. "I'll just take everything!"
"Does that mean I need to carry it for you to wherever you plan to torture Skeeks?" the Sphynx asks.
"You don't think I can carry it myself?" Mousetraum asks. "I needed you to escort the tiger guards to the mage tower. They've been identified and it's safe to restore their memories."
"Ah," Tulani says, smiling. "That I can do without a problem, so long as neither of them falls in love with me along the way and decides against the treatment."
"That can't happen. They both have good eyesight," Mousetraum claims with a straight face.
That earns Mousetraum a raspberry. "The correct answer is that it wouldn't happen because I'm a sailor," she claims. "Also, what's your 'mistress' name going to be?"
"Do I need one?" Mousetraum asks.
"Well, you have to make them call you something," Tulani says. "Don't you? Or is 'Mistress' all that's needed?"
"I ... suppose?" Mousetraum says, then grins goofily. "I could just be Mistress Trauma."
"You need an eye-patch for a name like that," Tulani suggests. "Or a pirate hat. Is the entry to the leather underground near Slaves to Art?"
"Quite nearby," Mousetraum agrees. "Why do you ask?"
"We're going the same direction then," Tulani says, and picks the chest to tuck under one arm. "Do you need a robe or something to wear over your.. belts?"
"Gods yes, I don't want to be seen in public like this!" Moursetraum insists. "I'm not a total freak."
"Or I could carry you in a sack!" Tulani suggests and waggles her eyebrows. "There's probably a cloak for someone short around here. The Yodhinala raised children after all."
So, Mousetraum goes looking for a cloak! She feels so weird right now.
Walking around in the tight harness makes things rub distractingly against the leather. After searching the racks of clothing, Mousetraum comes across a smaller cloak, but it's white with fancy lace trim and has Inala's symbol, the flower, embroidered on the back. It's all made of Zolk, so not cheap.. but also probably a gift to the Temple. Either to a Yodhinala or their child.
The mouse looks a bit longer. She doesn't want to ruin or damage that. Also, having piercings in, while in this stuff, makes the rubbing worse. Ugh.
You'd think Eeee would have more cold-weather appropriate clothing, but it's just possible that the Yodhinala only kept pretty things down here. Mousetraum does find a bathrobe or dressing gown though. It's a bit long, and if not for the brocade pattern would make her look like a Mage. It makes her think of something Trilby would wear when she gets out of bed.
So, back to the robe it is. Nevermind it just advertises her as a high class whore with that symbol on it! Ah well. She sort of is.
"All set?" Tulani asks back at the stairway to the hidden door. "You look expensive."
"I am expensive," Mousetraum claims. Heck, all her body jewelry alone at this point is worth quite a few shekels.
"And yes, I am ready," she adds.
So Tulani heads up to the door, saying, "I can fly you down to the city if you don't want to walk down the mountain."
Mousetraum heads upwards. "What's wrong with walking down?" she asks.
"Nothing, just offering," Tulani says, holding the door open for the Skeek. "I wasn't sure how comfortable that getup was for long walks."
"It's terrible," Mousetraum admits, "But that's probably a good thing, keeps me annoyed and distracted."
"An annoyed Skeek!" Tulani says in alarm as she resets the lock. "I can carry you if it gets to be too much."
"You could, but I'll try not to give you that satisfaction," the mouse quips! She hurries along, hoping to make her way down before she chafes too much.
It's a bit more of trek when you have short legs. And there are times when Tulani has to carry her over rubble and open spaces before reaching an intact road that will take them to Cenesta Plaza. The chafing comes and goes, sometimes numbing things and at other times making them very sensitive, like a mini tug-of-war between Inala and Gorphat. The outfit definitely falls somewhere between their domains.
At least it's not as bad as Gorphat can make things. Nicora lives in constant agony of some shape or form, after all. So, onward they go, with the mouse scowling at anyone that looks at her too long along the way.
"You can probably get a set of Yodhsunala cloaks to use," Tulani suggests as they take the side-road that leads to the level below the plaza proper. "That might keep people at bay." The road is really an alley running between the towers and support buildings, but the sign for "Slaves to Art" always seems to shine in the shade.
"I know I could, but I feel like I'd be abusing actual position," Mousetraum whispers. "Would you want to go around in clothing that announces your actual family?"
"I don't think it's quite the same for me," Tulani notes, and offers the small chest to Mousetraum.
Mousetraum accepts the chest. "It would feel just as weird, though," she claims and nods. "I think I can find it from here. And if things go bad, well, plenty of places I can disappear forever down here anyway and let the varmints eat me corpse."
"It's just Skeeks," Tulani says. "And Gorphat has dominion over varmints, doesn't she?"
"Yes, so?" Moursetraum asks. "I'm not really in her favor these days."
"Gorphat loves you," Tulani says. "Or whatever emotion is Her equivalent."
"Not so much these days, thanks to Inala," Mousetraum points out.
"Well.. sisters can be like that," Tulani says, and pats Mousetraum on the head. "Still, don't get eaten by vermites all the same. Does Helse know the directions to this mousey meeting place, if I do need to ask someone?"
"Probably? I don't know for certain. Someone around here does I'm sure. You won't need to, though," Mousetraum says as she shifts the chest a bit. "I should get going. Remember, just the two tigers go."
"Just the stripy butts, got it," Tulani says and salutes. "Try not break any of the toys."
"My hoo hoo isn't that powerful," Mousetraum deadpans.
"Don't let your slaves know that!" Tulani advises, then heads further down the alley towards The Laughing Chibix.
Mousetraum rolls her eyes. Then she heads through the alleyways and hopefully back to that weird mouse club for some, er, work.
The stairs spiral ever downward, past the place where she got the leather garment-or-restraint from, and then further down until reaching the entry door of the weird club.
So, down down down she goes. The chest feels like it's getting heavier. Who would have thought a chest full of fake weenie would weigh so much? Once she reaches toe door, she knocks on it by banging a corner of the chest against it.
A peephole slit opens, just a little bit higher than Mousetraum's head, and then closes quickly. The door is then opened by the same Skreek as before, wearing leather short-shorts. "Ah, you came back," he says. "What's in the chest?" He doesn't block the way, standing aside so the Skeek can enter.
"Your doom," Mousetraum claims as she enters and finds a table to set the chest on to give her arms some rest. Being small sucks. "You didn't think I should return?" she asks. "I can leave if it's a problem."
"Just surprised is all," the Skreek says. "I guess you liked your last visit then. May I take your cloak?" the man offers.
The mouse unhooks her cloak and hands it over. "Please don't damage it, it's borrowed and I need to return it intact," she requests.
The rat hangs it carefully from a wall peg, then turns back and looks the mouse up and down. "Mmmmm," he almost growls. "So, what are you looking for today?" he asks.
"Death, destruction, plague, war, and horror," Mousetraum replies in all seriousness. "Or barring that mice guys."
"Same as before, manacled to the wall?" the rat asks. "Bedroom? Dungeon? Pillows?"
"That's a good question. What is the most popular?" the mouse asks.
"Well.. whichever one you're in, most likely," the man says, smiling. He's got some missing teeth. "Or do you want the tour?"
"Mmm, just bedroom is fine," Mousetraum ends up deciding.
Down the hall they go, the air thick with incense and humidity. The Skreek pauses to look into one of the rooms, then nods and holds the curtain aside for Mousetraum. "How's this one?" he asks. The room beyond is 'cozy', with a straw mattress, manacles on the walls, and some sort of restraint table in one corner. It also has a small ceramic heater.
Mousetraum hmms. "It should do fine, I think," she finally concedes.
There's a small table to one side of the entry, big enough to put the chest on. "So how many do you want?" the Skreek asks.
Mousetraum sets the crate down and rubs her arms a bit. "How many are actually available?" she asks. "One at a time, of course, but ... how many are actually here?"
"Three right now, but I can get that up to six without too much of a wait," the Skreek says. "Unless you have specific preferences?"
"Skeeks, other than that, no real requirement," Mousetraum claims. "One is probably enough, but three should cover it as needed."
"As needed?" the man asks, and eyes the chest. "I can start sending them in now then if you want. Well, the first one at least."
"Well, they might die, then I'd need another," Mousetraum claims, and smiles. "So, send in one, sure!"
"Ooooo," the rat goes, and licks his lips. Then blinks and slips out to fetch the first victim.
A moment later, a blindfolded young Skeek is pushed into the room, where he staggers to keep his balance, but ends up facing the wall with his brown-furred back to Mousetraum.
"Hello?" he squeaks.
"Is that how you talk to your betters, worm?" Mousetraum asks. She's already gotten the cat o' nine-tails out and she's lazily swinging it against her palm with rhythmic thwapping.
The mouse boy whips around towards the voice, and then.. well.. grovels. He's down on the floor and shivering, replying with, "Forgive me, Mistress." Tremulous voices are done best by Skeeks.
Mousetraum hooks the end of the whip under his chin. "Why?" she asks him, bluntly.
"B-because.. uh.. I'm unworthy?" he offers. She can't tell if his eyes are down because he's still blindfolded.
Mousetraum reaches down and pulls off the blindfold. "That is a poor reason. Unworthy means not worth forgiveness. So, tell me, why did you come?" she asks while tapping the flogger on his nose.
The mouse looks up at Mousetraum. "Zapp brought me," he claims, refocusing on the flogger. "I've been here a few times now, but this is the first time I've been picked."
"Picked? And just what is it you hope you were picked for?" Mousetraum asks. "I might know a few cults that need a sacrifice..."
"Well.. uh.. to meet a pretty lady," the boy claims nervously. "For.. fun stuff.."
Mousetraum brings the flogger down around his shoulders, which means it strikes his back some. Not hard, but noticeable. "Oh? And what is fun for you, hmm?" she asks, and smiles. "Answer, then stand."
"Well.. I'm not.. uh.. bold," he says. "I'd rather just be told what to do." He then stands up awkwardly, showing that he already at full salute down below.
Mousetraum simply pushes him over to the table and onto his back. She secures him there using the manacles on the table itself and looms over him soon after. The end of the cat o' nine tails tangles over his bits, just lightly touching. "Maybe I should see if you can scream," she muses.
"How loud do you want me to scream?" the boy asks nervously, twitching from the barest touch of the Zolk.
Mousetraum swipes it across his chest, leaving little stinging lines, but nothing serious. "Do you enjoy that?" she asks. Well, practically purrs like a cat.
"Y-yes?" he quavers, then follows with, "Mistress. Yes Mistress!" His whisker twitch rapidly. Lot of bits twitch, those that aren't secured down.
Mousetraum chuckles and swats hom again, then lower on his belly, then right over his bits. She then turns away and heads to her little chest of 'fun', and pulls out, well, a small version toy since well, mice are small. She licks it, then without even asking leans over, and she pushes it right up into his backside. "Are you suuure?" she asks.
The lad.. screams? It's had an incredibly high pitch, and his fingers and toes and tail all try to leap off of his body. It stops when he runs out of breath, gasps for a moment and whimpers. His bits have a very different reaction though, getting firmer and bobbing up and down against his belly.
The lady mouse smirks and then she's up on the table and straddling him. She has to use her hands, but soon he's quite inside her, while he has something inside him still. She even reaches down and pinches his nipples. "Still having fun?" she asks, sweetly.
The mouse's mouth forms an 'Oh' shape at the conflicting sensations. He can't touch Mousetraum because of the restraints, and he's reluctant to flex his tail muscles due to how they make other things move. "Yes Mistress," he dutifully answers after the pinch.
Mousetraum starts moving instead. Slow, steady, and with a whole lot of impressive clenching. Her own tail is moving too, as it swings down to spank the toy inside the other mouse.
Each spank makes his hips jerk a little, but soon they're moving all on their own as he lets out a mousey moan. It's about all he can do to really participate, but the moans sound like happy ones at least.
"Do you want to be able to move more?" Mousetraum asks as she grinds down in sort of a slow circle. "You did say you didn't take much initiative."
"If I could.. how would you want me to move, Mistress?" the Skeek asks cautiously, perhaps not wanting the grinding to stop.
Mousetraum eyes downward. "Well, that answers that," she says, and goes back to grinding, but a bit faster and with a lot more tail snapping against that stuffed-in toy.
The squeaks become louder with the faster slaps, as well as the panting (and occasional squeaky wheeze). "Nn.. Mistress?" he manages to say.
"Yeeees?" Mousetraum trills as she looks down. The slapping and movement doesn't slow any, though.
"Uhmm.. may I.. uh.. that is.. I'm gonna.. umm," he stammers, his hips moving as much as they can.
"Oh? Is that so? Are you asking me to stop? Or are you begging otherwise?" Mousetraum asks.
"I'm.. a weak little mousey," the mouse claims. "I can't.. hold.. it.." he warns.
"Not even if you knew I'd cut it off if you can't hold it?" Mousetraum asks, sweetly.
"What?" the boy asks in alarm. Mousetraum can feel him clench underneath her, mainly because the toy inside of him doesn't let things clench normally.
Mousetraum grins widely. "Aww, such a cute little terrified face," she coos, "You may."
The boy bucks up as much as he can, as rapidly as he can until he finally pops. It's not clear if the relief on his face is from that or from not being afraid of losing bits.
Right when he finally pops she reaches back and pulls the toy out too! Double relief! Also sudden vacancy!
This makes him squeak and gasp again. Maybe he'd forgotten it was there!
Mousetraum grinds down for a bit, then settles and grins down at him. She also reaches up and unhooks the manacles.
The Skeek immediately rubs his wrists. Then asks, "May I touch you, Mistress?"
Mousetraum considers. "I suppose..." she relents.
So the mouse reaches up to fondle Mousetraum's breasts, which makes him smile.
Mousetraum arches her brow a little at that. "You know, you could have your own versions of those with the right ... medical treatments or blessings?" she teases.
"Like a wife or girlfriend?" the Skeek boy asks as he fondles and squeezes.
"No, like changing yourself to have breasts and such. The equipment is there, just underdeveloped," Mousetraum corrects.
"Wouldn't that make me the one getting fondled though?" the boy asks, rubbing Mousetraum's nipples with his thumbs. "I don't know if feeling my own boobs would be the same."
"It's still enjoyable, just different," Mousetraum claims. "Though it makes clothing more complicated and sometimes a sore back."
"Oh, is your back sore? Do you want to lie down?" the boy asks, glancing towards the bed.
And given how perky those pierced nipples are on the mouse and the squeaks she makes, having them apparently is somewhat fun anyway! She laughs and shakes her head. "No, my back is fine."
The boy tries to sit up so Mousetraum is on his lap. This is mainly so he can uses his mouth to suckle on her, and free his hands to.. rub her back, between the straps at least.
Mousetraum does sit up. The suckling causes an immediate reaction of pleased sorts of whimpers as she lets her eyes close and just enjoys the gentle pulling sensation.
Since this is an Inala-blessed form, of course it lactates, which feels nice. It also revives the Skeek lad's arousal - but for now it's just something Mousetraum notices internally.
The leather-clad mouse seems quite content to just sit there and enjoy the sensations; having actual breasts and milk-producing ones just feels so lovely. It's become a favorite sensation, really. Even Nicora with her painful chest and lactation feels nice in its own disturbing way; even if the output is more of a thick slime and less of what could be called milk.
Her partner shifts and rolls so that he's on top. He doesn't try to shackle Mousetraum though, and just starts to thrust his hips while still arching his back so he can nurse on her.
Mousetraum could stop him, but right now she's quite content to let him take charge. So, on her back she goes on the table. She stretches out a bit, and sort of almost purrs while she's nursed, and now, well, being taken.
The boy has to stop suckling eventually, so he can stretch out as well against Mousetraum, nuzzling cheek-to-check and speeding things up. Skeeks can recharge pretty quickly at least.
Mousetraum wraps her legs around his so he can have better leverage! Other than that, she's letting him control the movement this time and do what he enjoys. She's just ... enjoying, and moaning.
The boy moans and fountains again, which causes him to slow down to an eventual stop. He lays atop Mousetraum and pants.
Mousetraum ccries out and hugs onto the mouse, then her insides clench around him to make sure she holds in as much of his fountain as she can after all. The body is trying to get knocked up.
This attracts the attention of the next mouse in line, who peeks in through the curtain before coming in. He does try to shackle Mousetraum's wrists to the table while she's still in her happy place.
Mousetraum opens one eye and looks at him while she's doing that. "I'm not going to stop you," she coos at him; apparently she's very floaty and generous right now!
So shackled she becomes! Other Skeeks arrive, and lift the spent one off of Mousetraum. The first one tries to tickle the restrained mouse then. This involves a feather that was stuck in his headband, which he uses on her still-unshackled feet first.
Mousetraum acks! And giggles! "Hey, I may change my mind if you keep that up!" she warns between giggling.
"Oh, I try someplace else then!" the Skeek replies, and tries to tickle Mousetraum's ears.
Moursetraum's ears are at least moveable! And do! They're pretty good at dodging the feather. She also tries to bite it.
Such resistance! The feather retreats to avoid getting bitten, and moves to the nipples instead.
Well, they were already stiff! With the additional stimulation soon they're leaking!
This attracts the other Skeeks! Or their tongues at least.. and the occasional piercing twist. Feathers aren't as effective against wet surfaces, so back it goes into the first Skeek's headband. To keep himself busy though is climbs onto the table and starts humping Mousetraum instead.
Mousetraum is a pseudo heaven. She's moaning, squirming, and feeling all sorts of good all over. There's a point where mouse bits even end up near her head, and soon she's nursing too! Filled on both ends.
There are at least five Skeeks actively attending to her, and they seem to be on a rotation; as soon as one pops, it climbs off to be replaced by a fresh one, and goes to attend to another part. The toybox is discovered, and someone tries to stick one up Mousetraum's butt. The first thing seems to be the handle of the flail, which at least fits and can be wiggled around.
Mousetraum is getting quite sticky, inside and out! Not that she minds. It makes her slicker too, so the toy can get in and make her sort of bark-squeak! and tense up. Of course after a bit it makes her moan too like the pervert she is.
To Mousetraum, it looks a bit like the Skeeks are starting to glow as if backlit, especially the one currently rutting her.
Mousetraum suspects Inala may be calling, but for now she continues undulating, squirming, and purr-moaning. Gah, all of this just encourages her to remain, well, a her. Even without Inala pushing, right now she might subconsciously go female anyway.
During the switch to fresh Skeek after the last one pops Mousetraum glimpses the white figures of Inala's Skreeks watching on. At that point something else happens: Mousetraum feels something changing on her chest, below her breasts.
Mousetraum tries to look up and over her breasts. Not easy given for a mouse she's got quite the endowment! She tries to reach, but the chains stop that fast.
One of the Skeeks starts kneading the area of interest, and it becomes clear that a new set of breasts are growing. Skeeks do have six nipples, but the extra four are usually superfluous.. even though they can have litters.
Mousetraum ought to be horrified by that, but after everything she's been through with the Sisters, it only turns her on more. She arches up and moans; low, guttural. Proud.
Growing the extra breasts does feel nice, and the Skeeks really pick up the pace when it comes to filling her up. This means they aren't recovering as quickly, despite taking turns. It's possible that they're being driven by Inala too.
Mousetraum shifts and squirms. She can't feel down there, so she uses movement to see if it's just two more ... or if it's all four nipples taking on the mound of a full breast.
The second set feels like it's getting close to the primaries in size, and the third set still growing, if she's going by the weight she feels when squirming. The Skeeks are also still stimulating them all to help the process along.. or just because they like to play with them.
And of course the more they fondle and nurse on them, the more Mousetraum squirms and moans. She's ... loving it. In spite of that it makes her a bit of a freak, right now she wants it and loves the sensations each cause when it moves.
Once the additional breasts reach full size, the attending Skeeks finally pass out from exhaustion, and the room itself seems to fall away as well until Mousetraum is in a bower in Inala's garden. She's still shackled to the table though, with the two Inala Skreeks with her. She feels something else growing now: her belly!
Moursetraum mmphs, she feels heavy and that's before her belly is very big! "You can unchain me," she murmurs as she squirms around on the surface she's chained to. Gah, it feels weird when her entire front feels like it wobbles!
The female Skreek pats Mousetraum's head, and asks, "Feeling good?"
"Yes," Mousetraum admits in spite of herself.
"Then you don't need your hands free," the Skreek notes, while the male is spreading Mousetraum's legs.. as if her growing belly isn't causing that anyway.
This makes Mousetraum flush crimson as she's exposed! Nevermind she was exposed a lot just a few minutes ago! And she feels heavier by the minute.
Just to help things along, the male sticks his hand in there. Checking dilation? Mousetraum's belly is really start to move now, with squirming and kicking.
It's a good thing she has blessings or having a hand pushed in might hurt. Instead it feels good. The squirming, though, that's worrying. How many are in there?! She can actually see it peeking over her chest now ... and still growing.
The kicking and squirming intensifies as Mousetraum finishes inflating. And then the contractions start.. while the Skreek's hand is still in there.
"Augh!" cries out Mousetraum, her back arching a little too! It's funny how she always forgets how painful labor is until she's in it again! The pressure and strain is insanely intense as her body begins to bear down and she pushes.
Out pops the Skreek hand! The girl Skreek offers Mousetraum what looks like a ball-gag to bite on if she wants it. "It's got a squeaker," she says, and squeezes the ball to make it squeak. At least with her hands locked down Mousetraum is less likely to lash out and grab parts of her Skreek attendants.
She does bite onto that ball though and it squeals like mad. Wow, is she biting hard. And each time a contraction hits, she bites down again, producing a screech from that ball. Even dilated, it's well, pushing a melon through a keyhole kind of size difference.
At least the baby Skeeks should be small compared to the previous ones. And they won't have horns! One of them is definitely in the chute soon after she starts pushing.
Another growl and hard push follows quickly. Her entire body feels line a locked up muscle! Why do women do this?
The first one crowns, with the male Skreek ready to catch it. It only seems to be a (very long) minute and the first one is out and squeaking before being handed off to the girl Skreek. When Mousetraum sees it, it's tiny and glowing white instead of naked and pink. It's soon latched onto one of the new teats though and suckling.
Mousetraum feels the first one pop out and then the pressure of another sliding into position to come out. She bites down again, making the ball squeal as the first child latches on and starts nursing. At least that part feels good ... as long as she doesn't think about that she kind of looks like livestock right now.
The second slips out without too much discomfort, but it kicks on the way out, hitting Inala's orb before being lifted away and handed off to the sister Skreek, who, sets it on the breast next to the first.
That kick hurts! And causes Mousetraum to jerk and cry out! Though the next one readies itself and becomes a fast distraction to that pain my masking it with contraction pain!
Maybe that one favored Gorphat! The third one needs to be pushed back in and turned around by the brother Skreek, who gets most of his forearm up in there to do it. Then it starts to come out normally.
And that leads for some very uncomfortable time, and realization how stretchy insides are during this. But with one final growling cry and a hard push, and the child slips out of her, er, well-stretched passage.
Halfway through now, as the third baby is set to suckle. There's more kicking and squirming in Mousetraum's body though, as if the last three are fighting for position in the queue.
And the more that comes out and starts nursing, the more she feels like some sort of farm animal at this point. She can't think too long on it, though as one does manage to get into position and then the cramping pain hits hard as she has to start pushing.
Number four squirms the whole way out (but at least doesn't kick her), and gets handed off. It does suck harder than the other three though. It's as if the longer a child stays in the womb, the more developed it becomes. Mousetraum still feels pretty 'full' despite most of the babies having been born now.
Mousetraum hopes she can get the remaining ones out, egad! Feeling exhausted, she's still biting down hard and pushing when contractions come. She doesn't want them to linger and get bigger!
It takes more effort to get the fifth one out. It's definitely bigger, or else she's getting more exhausted. "Give another big push," brother Skreek says. "Deep breath, huff huff huff, then push."
Mousetraum wants to tell the skreek where to shove themselves. She glares instead. But, she does try to draw a deep breath, then breath out three times, then push really hard!
It's a long push! But something does give, and the rat is able to pull the rest of the newborn out. When it's set on one of Mousetraum's original breasts, it does look bigger than the others.
Mousetraum goes limp and pants for a bit while the last one moves into position. Ugh! The pressure is ungodly when it hits. She squeals, and the ball in her jaws squeals, then she's drawing a deep breath to repeat the same deep in, three out, then hard push! Annnd, third breath, push!
It takes several more big pushes. Is this one already a toddler? It seems like it's never going to pass, but then there's a sudden sense of relief when it's out, along with a very wet feeling as everything else spills out next, probably into brother Skreek's lap. Number six is the biggest one yet, and also the most hungry once it's latched onto the final teat. There's a rush of endorphins then, making all of the discomfort of actually giving birth seem to be very distant now.
And she feels limp ... deflated, and really stretched down below after everything. She lays there, wheezing as she breathes and the children suckling away. She really feels like some sort of mother Rhugrhat now with this many children nursing. She stares upward, dazed.
At least there isn't any oinking or other animal noises. Just the squeaking, until sister Skreek removes the ball-gag squeak toy. "No teeth lodged in it, so I think that went well," she claims.
"I am so glad that's over," Mousetraum wheezes once the ball is extracted. She also soon rolls her jaw and moves it side to side to get the sore muscle to relax a bit more. The sensations of six individuals nursing also hits her and it's really, really, bizarre.
They aren't sucking in sync, and each one is actually going at a different rate, so it all feels off a bit. And they're getting heavier! She's going to need help with that soon at this rate, and her hands are still shackled.
Mousetraum thought she might wake up by now, but nope, they just keep suckling and growing. "Uhm...." she says worriedly, "They're getting a bit big and are going to fall..."
"Well, I'm sure they'll try to hang on," sister Skreek says. "But maybe we should move you.." So the pair of Skreeks start rolling the entire table across the bower. From her position Mousetraum can't see much though, at least not until her wrists get unshackled, which at least lets her see side to side without her arms being in the way.
Mousetraum moves her arms down to try and keep skeeks from, well, falling! She also does start to look around and see if she can tell where she is, or ... where she is going.
Before she can figure it out, the Skreeks lift and move her off of the table and onto a bed that is so soft she sinks in under the weight of the babies.
"Oof!" goes the skeek as she sinks inti pillows and under a pile of children. She feels really weird now. Like a big bag of boobs and less skeek; probably being buried in pillows.
Well, pillows that are suckling and growing. "Isn't it wonderful?" she hears Inala asking from beyond the all consuming duvet.
"Yes, and also very weird," Mousetraum admits. The nursing does feel lovely and she's enjoying it; which in itself creeps her out.
"They're so small and cute!" Inala enthuses, and Mousetraum sees an Eeee hand reach over and tickle one of them, making it squirm and burp while it suckles.
"Careful, you'll make them barf!" Mousetraum whines as she tries to keep them from being tickled too much! "So ... are you going to stop tormenting me now ...?" she asks nervously a bit later.
"How have I been tormenting you?" Inala asks sweetly. "Are you not enjoying my blessings?"
"You've been forcing me to be a woman," Mousetraum accuses. There's this sort of, ahem, pregnant pause, before she admits, "Though I don't think I really mind that. I ... like aspects of being that."
"Forcing you?" Inala asks, and tsks. "I'm very gentle, you know. It's only trying to deny my coaxing that might make it seem like you're being forced. If you give in to it, you will enjoy yourself. But perhaps I need to encourage both sides equally?"
"No! It's fine, it's ..." Mousetraum starts to say, then her ears feel really hot. "I don't think I mind having to spend more time as a woman," she admits. "I do enjoy it, a lot."
"That's what I like to hear," Inala says. "There are so many who pray to me still, yet I have no Yodh.. well.. not yet. A new generation is still in the making."
"So .. you want me to be one, from time to time? Is that it?" the skeek asks.
"If you desire to serve me as such," Inala says. "After all, Gorphat gets to have a High Priestess."
"I will ... consider it," Mousetraum claims. Scarily, she means it, it's not just an attempt to placate the Goddess.
"Perhaps I need a new incarnation for Skeeks, as Maab already serves Skreeks," Inala muses, now lying on the bed next to Mousetraum her rapidly maturing brood. "I'm sure Fnerfs would like me.. if I had some Sacred Fnerfs."
"They're certainly busty enough," Mousetraum quips, then looks down at herself. "Of course now so am I. I really feel like a barn animal."
"You're much cleaner though," Inala points out. The babies have grown quite a bit, but apparently not to the point of being weaned yet.
"Am I stuck with these?" Mousetraum asks and gestures to her sextuplet chest.
"Oh no, they would be rather unwieldy," Inala claims. "They would spoil the sleekness and grace of your form. A Skeek should be petite and pretty."
Mousetraum ahs and nods. "Leaving the unwieldy to your sister, then?" she asks, grinning. "Her high priestess is quite well-endowed."
"To the point of awkwardness though," Inala points out. "A Yodhinala should be a glimpse of beauty perfected... but an attainable glimpse."
"Except any that obtain it end up belonging to your Temple," Mousetraum points out. "So ... that's a bit of a disingenuous statement."
"It goes both ways," Inala points out. "My Yodh do not always stay with the Temple, nor their children. They may join prominent families."
"Despite the rumors, I do not strike down women whose beauty would rival that of my Yodh," the goddess notes.
"Sold to," Mousetraum corrects, "But yes, it does go both ways. And of course you do not. You didn't touch Rosalind after all."
"My presence in that part of the world is slight," Inala laments. "And we Sisters try to stay out of the affairs of dragons. That is traditionally the charter of storm gods."
"Plus, she can be extremely scary," Mousetraum claims, and grins. She looks down at her chest again and the nursing brood.
The 'youngest' one of the Skeeks is already the biggest, and actually stops suckling. He yawns widely after sitting up, then falls onto his side to sleep. The others are also slowing down on their nursing.
Mousetraum is grateful for that! Whew. It means soon this nightmare will be over! Well, not really a nightmare but the ordeal! She'll probably need a nap when she wakes up.
Soon all six of the spirit-cubs are snoozing (and drooling) atop their mother. "I will take care of them from here," Inala says. "If you would like to rest."
"Yes, I think I would. Enjoy your new ... children?" Mousetraum says hesitantly, then yawns with a wide buck-toothed yawn. Her eyes are also drooping, and soon close all the way. Her last thoughts are on how strange all the Goddesses are.
There's a brief moment of wakefulness that finds Mousetraum still in the mouse club, but on a somewhat comfortable bed and smelling freshly washed.
The mouse sits up slowly and groans. She also checks that she's not some weird six-breasted beast, too. Thankfully, she is not. So, the very next thing she thinks, and says, "Good. Gods, I have to get out of here before something else weird happens!" So she's scrabbiling, achily, to collect her things, the robe, and flee!