The Skreeks had a big washtub, which doesn't surprise Alptraum since they also do a lot of the troupe's laundry. Probably because they make the best soap. Scabitha takes Alptraum's clothes to be washed, and gestures for the Eeee girl to sit in the tub. At least the water looks fresh and clean, and there's a decent chance of getting the fox-musk off of her and her clothes before the night's performance.
So of course the bat runs and jumps in, cannonball style. Poorly planned, though since it isn't that deep. "Ow!" she barks when her butt hits bottom.
This also gets a fresh bucket of water poured over her head by Scar. Meanwhile Scabitha strips down before bringing the soap and Alptraum's clothes to the tub.
Alptraum blarghs! Flails! Burbles. Okay, yes, she's playing it up some. She's also soon scrubbing with soap while grumbling.
Scabitha uses some of the soap on the clothes, but is careful due to all the bangles and other stitched-in flair. "So you and Hex'n shack'n up finally?" Scar asks, as he lathers up Alptraum's head from behind. There's not enough room for anyone else in the tub at least.
"Oh God no," Alptraum blurts out and waves her arms around. "No. Just, no no no, never, no. He's jus' being super weird!"
"Really?" Scar asks, and dumps another bucket on Alptraum. "You two al'ays together," the Skreek points out. "You drag 'im out of trouble alla time too."
"Ya, so? He's a friend," Alptraum points out. "An jus that. Anything more be too weird."
"He's not always tryin' to get into yer pants then?" Scar asks. "Or mebbe it just since you start poppin' out."
"You gotta redo the laceth on yer vetht thoon," Scabitha notes.
"Or do something to stop gettin' bigger, which is better," Alptraum grumbles. "Gotta find a shrinkin' witch."
"Y'worried about townieth flirtin' with ye'?" Scabitha asks. "Uthed to get that 'fore I got kicked."
Alptraum makes a face. "I prefer they wouldn't. I mean, I'm not a girl! Well, I am, but I'm not," she grumbles. "It just annoying."
"Spooky girl," Scar declares. "But hard t' hide dese," he notes, reaching around Alptraum to squeeze her breasts. "Y' just got milked, eh? They still too big after dat."
Alptraum grunts. "There has to be a way to fix dat. Dey are so ... annoying and floppy!" she complains while she gestures about.
"Pretty firm," Scar counters. Scabitha claims, "You can't let your girl juitheth get all backed up, tho be girly thometimeth to calm dem down."
"Th heck do you mean by dat?" Alptraum asks, looking confused.
"More you try to not be a girl, de more your body forthe it on you," the Skreek girl claims. "Dat common thenthe."
"That makes no sense at all! You're bein ridiculous," Alptraum counters and crosses her arms over her chest.
"Why you tink it happenin' then?" Scabitha asks as she washes the costume. "Ye ain't preggo right?"
"Oh de hell no," Alptruam barks. "No even. No. Nu-uh! I no be with a bat."
"Wha' bout a ghotht or thpirit though?" the rat asks. "Thexy dreamth might be an incubuth or demon."
Scar tugs on Alptraum's shoulders, instructing, "Stand up."
Alptraum stares at the pair of them. "Y'can't be serious," the bat says, grumpily. It takes her a bit, but eventually she does stand up.
After getting some soap and working up a lather in his hands, Scar starts washing bat-butt. "Maybe it a curse den. Been to any ruins and such?"
Alptraum nods. "A few, yah. But nothing dat had a sign, beware ya all who enter, ylest ye get big honkers," the bat deadpans.
"Any of them like a thrine or temple?" Scabitha asks with interest. "With thtatueth and thtuff, or dungeonth?"
Alptraum hmms. "Well, dungeon sure, but no temples," Alptraum says. "Or was it really just a basement...?"
Scar's soapy hand slips forward between Alptraum's thighs to wash the are with the strongest fox smell. "Spread yer legs a bit," he asks her.
"Any thkeletonth or thignth of thacrifithes?" Scabitha inquires. She must secretly have an itch to explore forbidden places.. but that's not unheard of among people who are always traveling.
"Oy! Watch with the fingers!" Alptraum barks out and goes up on her toes! Glaring, she does shuffle her legs apart a little, though. "And no, no signs of sacrifices," she answers Scabs.
Scar wiggles his fingers! So he's half washing, and half fiddling. This leads up to two of them going inside. The soap feels weird in there.
"Eh, mebbe it jutht a growth thpurt?" Scabitha asks then. "Did your mom have one too?"
Alptraum's left ear goes sideways. "Git yer fingers outa me," she manages out slowly, and sort of growling.
The fingers do withdraw, and a moment later comes the bucket for another rinse. The unperturbed Scar comes around to the other side of the tub, and leans in to give Alptraum a general sniff, then crouches down to stick his nose right into the recently washed area for a deep sniff, followed by a taste-test.
Alptraum acks! "What in Dagh's name is wrong with you! You don't just do ... dat!" she barks out loud and starts swatting at his head in frustration, and very likelihood, humiliation. At least she isn't hitting too hard?
"Eh?" the Skreek goes, blinking at the flailing. "Gotta check if smell all gone," he explains, right before putting a hand behind Alptraum's head and giving her a deep kiss.. with a lot of tongue. Which does help warm her up after the cold water rinsing she had not long ago.
Well, that just starts up the flailing again, doesn't it? There's a whole lot of splashing, flapping, and squirming like crazy. She also begins to wonder if she's really some sort of succubus at this point!
The rat doesn't react to the struggling, but makes a slight expression of distaste after breaking the kiss. "Taste foxy," he notes. "You chew on him or somethin'?"
"He needed to be bit!" Alptraum claims, and leaves it at that.
"We fix dat too den," Scar says, and goes to fetch one of the towels.
Alptraum erks. "Fix what how?" she demands to know!
"Fox breath," the big Skreek says, and tosses the towel over Alptraum's head. This is followed by some rather aggressive toweling, which is almost certainly going to fluff things up.
Alptraum blargh! That is decidedly unpleasant, especially on the ears! Big, and thin, ears and towels do not mix well when used in that way! Still, she grits her teeth and just bears it.
Her feet get lifted out of the tub and set on dry ground once the toweling reaches her legs. She does look a bit floofy, but having relatively short fur means it isn't extremely floofy. "Alright," Scar says once the toweling is done. "Now we fix the rest," he warns, just before scooping up Alptraum and carrying her towards a colorful wagon.
"I kin walk!" Alptraum complains! She's getting really good at complaining.
"You'd run away," the rat claims. The wagon door is already open, and the fragrance hits Alptraum before they actually enter. This is where the Skreeks make the candles that they sell. There dipping pots, racks to hang the candles, and a small carving table that has a multi-colored flower-shaped candle halfway completed. A large cubby-cabinet takes up a chunk of the opposite wall, full of small square drawers will unfamiliar symbols on them. Using his tail, Scar grabs and drags the stool from the carving table to the center of the wagon, and sits Alptraum down on it.
"Well, yah I'd have run away. Yer nuts!" the bat complains as she's plopped down on the stool in the room. Her nose twitches, then she sneezes for the overwhelming fragrance of the room "What, do you kill flowers in 'ere?" she complains, sniffles.
"Sorta," Scar replies, as he picks a small stone bowl and goes to the cabinet. He opens drawers, retrieving a pinch of this and that that go into the bowl. Finally he drops a small chunk of something waxy, then starts mushing it all together with another stone tool with a smooth round end. "You're way too high-strung," the rat observes of Alptraum while he works.
"Imma Eeee, whatya expect?" Alptraum actually growls. "We all high strung!"
"Sure it isn't just you?" Scar asks, then scoops out the contents of the mortar and rolls it between his palms until it's soft and round and about the size of an acorn, even looking brownish yellow. "Chew on dis," he instructs, offering the blob to Alptraum.
Alptraum looks at it, and looks slightly ill! "Pretty sure most of us are jumpy," she claims as she continues to stare at that blob of ... yuck. A full two minutes pass before she actually takes it into her hand, then puts it into her mouth. She chews, slowly, expecting to be ill at any moment!
At first it's a bit spicy, but then mostly sweet. The waxy bit was actually honeycomb, with actual honey in it. The challenge is keeping it from sticking on Alptraum's small sharp teeth, so extra tongue-work is needed. While the Eeee figures this out, Scar rummages around until he finds a brush and comb.
Alptraum mlem, mlem, mlem. It looks rather ridiculous really, what with how her jaw opens and closes and her tongue flops around!
She definitely is an amateur at chewing things in general. While she works at it, Scar pulls up a crate to sit on behind her and starts to brush out her hair.
This causes the bat to startle a moment. It's not like she's had anyone brush her hair before much. What is this, are they trying to make her be more girly?
Scar hums something while he brushes. He even brushes the back of Alptraum's ears lightly before going back to the long white hair. He seems very comfortable doing this, so has likely done it plenty of times before.
"Wha exactly are you tryin' to do?" she finally asks, possibly a little confused by, well, everything. "You trin' to make me into being a girl. I told ya, I don wanna!"
"Jus' trying to get you to relax," the Skreek claims. The brushing stops, and the combing starts. "Ever braid your hair?" he asks.
"Sometimes. No very often tho. Hard to do by meself," Alptraum concedes. "Ears an wings get in de way."
She can feel from the way her hair is being lightly tugged that the rat is already braiding it. Skreeks do well at tasks requiring dexterity and a good sense of touch, since they don't have fur or pads to deal with. He's also humming again.
"Yer gonna try to get me to wear dresses next, arencha?" Alptraum sorta grouses while her hair is being slowly braided.
"Nah, only practical fer dancers," the Skreek replies. "Too heavy for an Eeee. How'd you fly in one? Why still grumpy?" he asks.
"Cuz I dunno what yer plottin back dere," Alptraum admits. "All guys git weird around me now."
"I been helping you keep yer boobs outta de way," the rat points out. "Need me to keep de gorgios away from ya too? I don't mess with de townie girls no more. Guys come hoping to get lucky with a gypsy girl, but they get really bent outta shape if their sisters get wi' a gypsy guy. S'how I got my scar."
"I dun wanna deal with the townies that just wanna hay ride without consequences," the bat admits, frowms. "Iffin dey were nice and wanted more,m,ebbe, but those dat just want t' treat us like whores ... I kin do without." She sighs out, grumpily. "Woulda been eaiser iffin I was just a guy, yannow. They don haf ta worry so much."
"Eh? Guys worry plenty," Scar claims. "Look at Hexen! Too much energy, always in trouble, terrible with the ladies," he lists off. "And try to be friendly and you maybe get beat up or killed, just because." He then lays the fresh braid over Alptraum's shoulder to see. "It not a fancy braid," he says apologetically.
Alptraum tries to peer at it, and then play with it. "Yah, true, but ya don get buns in de oven an all dat," she points out, shrugs. "An well, he a special case an kinna a hopeless guy. Sure he nice, but ... he try too hard, yannow?"
"He needs to relax more," Scar claims, which he seems to think everyone needs to do. He has the brush again, and brushes Alptraum's back between her wings to get the fur straightened out.
"Yah, well, de world always tryin' ta kill us," Alptraum points out. Shrugs too before leaning forward to make that easier.
"Y'know Krizzy like 'im, right?" Scar leans forward a bit to whisper into Alptraum's ear.
"Yah, well, she likes every guy she can git her hands on. And wit him she might havva chance," Alptraum laughs. "I mean ... he kinna desperate."
"Is he? Or just nervous?" Scar asks, then reaches down and turns the stool until Alptraum his facing him. Then he holds up an open palm in front of her mouth.
Alptraum spits out that gross goo into that hand as she goes bleh! "Eh, more desperate den nervous, I t'ink. Hee tries waaaaaay tooo hard," she claims.
With the blob out, Scar uses his other hand to brace behind Alptraum's head and dips her back for another deep kiss to see if the honey-spice blob did its job.
Alptraum glurks! She flails a bit more, but given the space is much more enclosed, she keeps that a bit more to a minimum than before!
The kiss goes on for quite a bit! Is the rat hoping she'll relax? But he does break it eventually. "Alright, no fox taste now," he declares, but still holds her in her dipped back position.
Alptraum stares upward. "Why are you holding me like this?" she squeaks up, eyes wide. "Why is everyone trying to mess with me today?" she also wonders. If the goal was to get her to relax, well ... she doesn't look very relaxed!
"Hmm," the rat replies, then puts his other hand at the small of Alptraum's back and lifts her up into his lap, then pulls her into a hug so that her chin is on his shoulder. He knead the back of her neck.. which is relaxing.. and swirls his fingers around in a circle at the small of her back. "I cleaned you up, not messed you up," Scar claims.
Alptraum goes gruglebluh. So intelligent, as her back is slowly worked over. That is actually relaxing, especially given the complex musculature right at that point.So, she does relax for a bit before shaking her own head and trying to snap out of it before she falls asleep!
Where her chest is squished up against Scars, though, nipples are starting to stiffen.. and sweat? How can relaxing make her aroused?
"Oh come on" Alptraum whines, "This is getting ridiculous!"
"Eh?" Scar goes, noticing the change. "Hmmm." He leans Alptraum back a bit to check on her breasts, which seem a little bigger. Then he leans her back even more so he can dip down and start suckling one of them to test for milk.
"I am not a milk animal!" Alptraum protests as she's dipped back and well, milked. She really can't catch a break!
Yes, she can feel the milk flow. It also means she's feeling moist down below as well. "Try to relax," the rat advises. "More you resist, longer it takes."
"It doesn't help other problems," Alptraum complains. Gah, it's weird to get all wet and slimy down there! It makes wearing bloomers hard!
To try and calm her, Scar kisses her again, while using one hand to hike his pants down.
"Uh, what are you doing?!?" she manages out around that kiss as she feels the fumbling down below. "I just got clean!"
"Dis keep 'em down for a bit," the rat claims, before repositioning the bat and pushing into her. This releases the flowery scent of the soap.
Alptraum, squeak! And soon she has the exact map of the room in her head from all that echoing! "I no de camp humpins!" she manages out while her hips, well, move anyway!
"Eh? No, it's jes' me and Hexen so far, innit?" the big rat says, as he bounces the Eeee up and down in his lap. "I like yer pretend boyfriend, when you need help wit' yer boob problem. Hey, you could move in w' me, den can deal wit dis a lot easier."
"I no movin' in wit anyone! I my own person!" Alptraum barks out, sounding annoyed! While her hips keep moving anyway; it's like she can't even control them right now.
"You kin just fin' me den when ye need to," the rat says, holding onto Alptraum's lower back with hand and kneading the breast he's been working on with the other. "Like dis morning. I try and keep yer girl juices from building up dis time though."
Alptraum twitches a bit. Sure, it feels good, but it also makes it feel like something is wrong with her! But, that's what odd dreams do, and the bat just isn't fully aware it's a dream yet! She mutters/grumbles a bit, but that's all she really says more on it since it /is/ helping with all the bizarre sensations and 'needs' right now.
The rat is thorough. After she pops the first time in his lap, he lifts her up and presses her against the wall for the next round. The third one has her standing but bent over using her arms to brace against the wall - he really goes hard on that one! Then he has her on the floor. She hasn't been lactating for a while now, but Scar keeps going.
The poor bat is starting to kind of feel like the proverbial girl who was ridden hard and 'put away wet; by the forth time! Sure, it's enjoyable, and she pops several more times as he works.; though she's getting quite sticky and gooey down there as things leak and ooze. Even a bit tender from all the rubbing, for that matter.
At least Scar has stopped thrusting, and is just rolling his hips now while he nuzzles and kisses Alptraum. She finally notices that Scabitha is there with them, sitting on the stool and working on another flower-candle as if nothing is out of the ordinary. "Feelin' relaxed now?" Scar asks the bat.
"Bluh," Alptraum complains as she sort of lays there. "I feel really sticky and gooey," she whines, "Inside."
"I brought water and thoap and a freth towel," Scabitha says. "You can uthe a waterthkin to fluth thingth out too. But you thmell nice." Alptraum can see her washed and dried costume hanging near the door as well.
"After de show, you can hide here if'n you don't wanna deal with de townies," Scar offers. "We should do dis just for fun sometime," he then adds, giving a final little hump before rolling off of her and flopping onto his back.
"I will, or I'm going to ooze everywhere," she admits as she finally gets free. There's a struggle to get up, then the quest to find the waterskin. It's a bit degrading and a whole lot weird as she uses it to shoot water up into herself, then her fingers to hold things open as she, well, drains out. She has to do this several times to really get, well, cleaned out. "I've gots shows to do, so I can't hide here," she admits. "Thank you fer de help."
Alptraum wakes up feeling refreshed and warm. It's definitely cozy in the little bed with Summer.. but slightly less cozy than when the Eeee first got in, since the bat has fully reverted to the smaller female form in her sleep.
"Aaaand, I'm back to being a girl. I kinda suspected," Alptraum mutters as she feels her own chest briefly to confirm it, and then between her legs. She huffs some, and carefully tries to sit up in the bed.
At least her breasts aren't out of proportion and leaking, which helps. Summer begins to stir, but doesn't seen like she's about to spring awake.
So Alptraum is quickly getting out of bed so she can get dressed before Summer asks all the embarrassing questions! It's a good thing she brought the smaller clothing again! Looks like she needs to plan that if she falls asleep, gonna wake up a girl these days!
Of course, Alptraum has the advantage of being able to see in the dark better than a Cervani does. "Mmm.. gotta go, Alptraum?" Summer asks sleepily, while still snuggling the blankets.
"Yeah, I need to go. Dealing with some weird issues as usual, so I can't stay, sorry," Alptraum apologizes as she quickly dresses in the dark. "I'll try to visit again later, okay?"
"Don't forget about taking me to check on the Temple tree," the doe murmurs sleepily.
"Right, right, I'll have to make sure it's safe to do so," Alptraum says as she quickly gathers her things and slinks to the exit! Time to escapee! Also to go deal with Zakaro, it seems; she's now been the one influencing body shifts!
Although Barada has also done it recently, when Alptraum last visited Cricket. The Yodhbarada probably knows about the complications with the tigers.