Waking from a nap to find herself in the familiar cavern is less surprising now that Alptraum has a better understanding of Territory, although it's still unclear how things that affect her in this place carry over to her other existence. Unless it has to do with the 'natural' Sifran crystal chandelier, of course.
So far she's alone, but it's only a matter of time before someone else shows up. Sometimes they're already waiting for her! She can hear the sounds of soft footsteps coming down the tunnel if she focuses.
And Alptraum takes stock of herself in this weird place. First time she's seen her body since, well, the visit to Inala's temple. Naked, anyway! Her ears also flick towards those footsteps, and she immediately assumes a lapi is heading her way.
It's a fair assumption, as Jacoba emerges, not quite running. Then with a hop is up on the dais and pulling Alptraum in for a kiss.
Well, that comes as a bit of a surprise! But generally a welcome one as her arms wrap around him and she kisses back, complete with enough tongue to tickle his tonsils.
The kiss lasts awhile, and Alptraum starts feel both aroused and slightly weak in the knees from it. She also starts leaking from her nipples already!
Which means they also ache slightly if they're full enough to leak. Wow, this is like a revved up version of the usual blessing it seems? She's not usually be aroused that fast before! Therefore, there is a lot of bunny squeezing, as things other than her breasts get a little damp and leaky lower down.
Jacoba can take a hint, so he pulls Alptraum down onto the stone, spreads her legs, and plunges right in. It feels like a jolt of electricity that makes the Eeee's muscle twitch.
Alptraum squeaks! Then laughs! "Well, that's a bit of a hello. What brought this on?" she rumbles at him coyly as she wraps her legs around his and grinds.
"Oh, the usual," Jacoba says. "Being constantly teased by does until I'm practically frothing at the mouth!" he explains, before dipping down squeeze Alptraum's boobs while doing some nipple-teasing of his own with his tongue.
"And using me to be the container for all the stuff they don't let you spill?" Alptraum smirks. The licking upon a nipple elicits a gasp and a deep back arch that ends with a groan. "This place always leaves me dripping from multiple places."
"We have a Skreek that cleans up afterwards," the big buck notes between sucks. It feels very good to Alptraum.. almost too good - like her 'dreams' of being a teenaged girl with the randy rat and fox.
That's a bit concerning. Is it Inala's attempt to get Alptraum to remain a girl all the time? If it feels this good, it's quite the temptation! "Aww, if I were here I'd help you clean up by using my mouth to..." she rumbles to him, then bites his left ear playfully. "Have some regular protein." Ew! She's in a mood.
The buck laughs, and Alptraum hears others arriving, and the scraping sound that means they're carrying something with them. But it's hard to focus, as Jacoba is a bit more intense than Scar since he knows exactly where to lick, nibble, rub and squeeze to keep her distracted.
And Alptraum is welcoming the distraction given all the sounds she's making. She's grinding against the lapi and working internal muscles like a pent-up Yodhinala; aka a whore. And each movement ends with a rolling circular grind and clench.
This causes Jacoba to squeak and moan, and on occasion comes to a complete stop while he lets Alptraum manage all of the motion. She can hear the does now, although they seem like little more than buzzing flies given how little attention she can spare. Once the buck starts up again, each thrust seems to make everything just turn into a kaleidoscope of light (although the crystals above her may be the source).
Alptraum is disturbingly good apparently; but then Mave did teach her quite a few techniques, after all. There are points she's on top and in complete control; and the lapi could swear she's somehow manipulating his pulse just through how she clenches and grinds. Then she's back on her back, with the buck in control and her just ... enjoying.
Like with the 'dreams', Alptraum starts to have rapid-fire peaks that blur together. She's fairly helpless during this, and is vaguely aware of others moving her hands and feet.
And the urge to make sure the lapi peaks in her; it's a disturbing almost need. Still, she's mostly sure she's making a heck of a noise during all those peaks.
The bunny is certainly synced up for that! But he keeps going through and afterwards of course, thanks to his baculum mutation. Alptraum feels her movements a bit restricted now though, as if her hands and feet are being held.
That's frustrating, but the part that's still free of she's got control of, and she's still using it to really 'milk' at the lapi. His eruption was such a pleasured rush, and it eased the need she was feeling at least!
Speaking of milking: while the buck is focused on his below-the-waist connection to Alptraum, something else is connected to her nipples. But not cups this time, it feels like just tubes that fit her teats instead of covering the whole nipple.
Alptraum is now struggling to focus on her surroundings to figure out just what the others are doing! She's also trying to see if Mordecai is here as well, since it's been an age since she saw him.
The buck lets out another gasp and shudder, and Alptraum has a brief feeling of emptiness afterwards before feeling filled once more. But it's not Jacoba! There are odd ridges and bumps... so it must be Mordecai!
"There you are," Alptraum growls as she clenches down on all those bumps. "I've missed you."
"It has been awhile," Mordecai agrees, rolling his hips with a constant rhythm while a tray is laid across Alptraum's belly.. for a moment, until does on either side lift it up to hold it in place. They're also pinning Alptraum's limbs, and squeezing and lifting her breasts tightly (which keeps them from moving too much). The little tubes are connected to Hortense's milking machine! "So, you've been Blessed by Inala, and soon that will be clear to others as well."
Alptraum is moaning for a bit before she can even begin to think, or reply. "What do you mean, clear to others as well?" she hisses out after she clenches down on him tight a moment. Now she's also squirming more against what holds her, as well as mildly fascinated she has enough of a chest to actually hold and squeeze instead of the usual cup and massage.
"Try not to move your chest," Mordecai says, as he mixes something in a bowl on the tray, while still grinding along with Alptraum. "Precision is important for this," he warns.
"It's hard to not move, you know," Alptraum claims. Still, she ... tries? And mostly she just works internal muscles to keep the majority of her body still.
It's still a challenge, given how her body is reacting now. Even with Mordecai's measured pace it feels like things keep building up to a flood or explosion! Then she sees him take up one of this tattooing 'brushes', covered in a light blue ink. "Right one first, try to keep still," he warns before bringing the tool down on her right nipple. That's probably while the milking hoses are so narrow!
"This would be easier if you weren't in me," she growls a little as she struggles to stay still. The pain that's likely to soon follow isn't going to help being still! Not on sensitive nipples!
It's not quite pain when the needle-brush presses in. And also not quite pleasure, more like they're overlapping and interfering with each other. It does make her spurt a bit more milk though.
"Ow!" Alptraum complains anyway. It also makes other areas tend to clench down as if, well, nursing on Mordecai!
Mordecai reacts with a grunt, and then a few moments of hard thrusting before recharging his brush. It does make the pain duller!
The hard thrusting is back into the kaleidoscope world! And has her daydreaming of .. Rhugharo? Well, something well-endowed, anyway! Inala might have put a bit too much into this blessing!
There more tapping of ink into Alptraum's areola, but it doesn't feel like there's complete coverage (if only because sections ache separately). And in between the applications are more thrusts.. and for longer each time!
And Alptraum can't really look down and see what he's doing anyway! So, she tries to ignore the needle for now and focuses on the thrusting and movements, and timing her control to make Mordecai pop. In revenge, of course.
When she really tries, it makes Mordecai stop what he's doing to grab her shoulders and really thrust hard and fast until he does pop, which makes him stop for a bit to catch his breath. "Your blessing works both ways," he claims.
And with the pop comes another rush of euphoria! And moaning. And pouting at Mordecai for countering her control with his own! "Spoil sport," she complains.
"It just means your partner can keep going until they're near death," the furless Eeee claims. He's definitely still filling her up after all. "And this is a good time to switch to the left areola now, or I could work on the center-piece before that."
"You're the 'artist'," Alptraum claims, and tries to clench hard enough so he can't move! Why? To be annoying.
"Ooof.. boob first it is then!" Mordecai counters, and the does focus their grip on the the left one.
Alptraum counter, oofs, and smirks. She also pokes her tongue out playfully. Then while the rest of her is still, she demonstrates more detailed control in areas where that isn't common. She also attempts to peek at her finished nipple. Awkward angle, though!
The tube doesn't help, but she's able to see.. blood. The area hasn't been cleaned yet.. but then Mordecai cleans it with his tongue, which gives Alptraum a pleasant jolt.
And a very high-pitched squeak in surprise! "You are frustrating," she grumbles!
"Howso?" Mordecai asks, and rolls his hips. "Do I not give you what you want?"
"How do you know what I want, hmm?" Alptraum asks coyly, and bites her lower lip, while fluttering her eyelids.
"You want to make me happy," Mordecai claims, and applies the needle-brush to Alptraum's left areola. At least the milking tube protects the teat!
And the sort of squeal-whining when the pain comes with it. Which also makes her lose her grip-control some. "Mean!" she whines!
"Artists aren't mean, but good art requires suffering," Mordecai claims, and spends a moment trying to hump the pain away!
"Excuses!" Alptraum squeals, right before her toes curl and she's in another happy place while her happy place has a happy meal.
This time, Mordecai manages to keep this up while applying the tattoo, thanks in part to the does keeping things steady. It means the pain doesn't register as pain, so much as a dip in the pleasure.
So it's right back to moaning like a wanton whore. And focusing on control to try and make it harder for Mordecai. And thus regret less the stupidity for getting an Inala blessing!
Control is tricky! It makes the pale Eeee react strongly.. which then makes it harder for Alptraum to focus on anything for a moment. Mordecai is also spending a lot more time thrusting than tattooing this time around, possibly because he'll take a bit more effort to pop.
Alptraum is also bitey, and gets his shoulder at least twice in the 'scuffle'. Either they really hate each other, or really enjoy each other. But from the outside, it's kind of out of a horror novel.
The does are having a hard time wrangling Alptraum's limbs as well, until they just give up. The ones holding the tray move it quickly out of the way as well, so that the two vampires and just go at it as much as they want. Mordecai also returns the bites!
And that goes on for a bit! Until Alptraum realizes she best let him actually finish! So she finally flops out and wiggles her limbs to the does to re-grab.
Once things are steady, Mordecai finishes off the nipple without taking a break for nookie-nookie, and Alptraum knows he's finished when he licks the blood away. "Did anyone bring Hortense's hand mirror? No? Well, someone fetch it while I do the next bit."
Alptraum uses this time to also take a break, and pant! "Keeping your kitten on a shorter leash?" she teases with a grin. "Me...ow."
"She's passed out drunk at the moment," Mordecai claims. "So it's important to keep the bunnies away from her." From the tray he selects a pair of short clippers, and starts to trim Alptraum's chest floof a bit, especially around the white blaze over her scar.
"Hey!" Alptraum complains at that! "That's going to make me look weird." She pauses a moment and has to think about it, then adds on an "Er." Shoulda thought that through earlier, really.
"Patience," Mordecai requests. Then inks are being mixed again, but this time it's a small comb that the albino wields as he dyes Alptraum's fur here and there in the area of interest.
Patience?! That's like asking Inala to be chaste! The no sex kind, not the pursuit kind. Pretty sure she's been chased. "It's not that easy to remain still during this, you know," she complains. She's turning her head many different ways to try and get a look at what's being done.
Mordecai blows on the fur to help the dye dry, and starts bucking his hips again. "You'll have to wait for the mirror," he says.
"Imma bite you again," Alptraum grumbles ... well, up to the point of movement again, then her eyes roll back and she moans.
Mordecai makes sure to keep Alptraum distracted until the mirror arrives. And then for a bit more after that until things have popped again. "Do you still want to see?" he then asks her.
"Bluh," Alptraum replies in a daze. It takes her a few minutes to actually become coherent again. "Yes, I wanna see," she says then.
So the hand mirror is brought over, and Mordecai pulls out so Alptraum can sit up to get a good look. At firs it isn't clear what's up with her nipples. It takes a moment to realize the blue-ink tattooed parts aren't the pattern, but the negative space. In between them is the 'simple' flower glyph, where the flesh of the nipple isn't inked: a diamond (or tilted square) bisected by a vertical line. The proper form of the flower, used as Inala's symbol of a vertical line with two upward sweeping crescents in the middle is now visible in the white of the fur above her chest scar, with black dye used to give it shape.
"That ... that is almost elegant," Alptraum has to begrudgingly admit. She wasn't expecting, well, that. It's the sort of thing you'd almost show off!
"I agree," says a deeper voice than an Eeee should be able to produce, and Alptraum seems antlers past the edges of the mirror now.
"Who what now?" Alptraum asks as she starts looking around the mirror to see who this is.
The sight of a goth Cervani is certainly a novelty. The fur above this spiked leather collar is either powdered or dyed white, with black circles around the eyes. He reaches and grabs the milking tubes to pull them off of Alptraum. "Never been with an Eeee before," the young buck claims. "So.. you gotta say something if it hurts." Then he starts licking over the wet nipples, with the recently tattooed sections feeling ultra-sensitive.
"Who are you?!" Alptraum squeaks, wide-eyed and weirded out by the cervani! Yanking off the tubes just makes her sort of squeak in shock ... and then she's wondering about why things would hurt and upon realization goes, "ooooooooh." Well, she did mean to test out if she was blessed the other way too! So it's either pain time, or fun time! "Ah, right, yeah, you'll hear me screaming, unless I hit Eeee range," she says dumbly.
"Here goes then," the buck says as he maneuvers things. The size difference makes it awkward as well, but eventually things are pushed in, causing the man to bleat for a moment. It feels comfortably tight, but may be even tighter for the Cervani.
Alptraum looks like she's about ready to scream! Then just stops, and looks ... confused for a moment? "Huh," she admits and wiggles her hips some. "Feels ... nice," she claims.
"Shouldn't it be dark?" the man says, and then gets lined up properly and just starts rutting. He's a lot heavier than Mordecai and Jacoba but together, so Alptraum really feels the impacts run right up her spine.
"That would sound silly," Alptraum claims, as if this wasn't already silly. So are the faces she's soon making, as well as the sound, when the buck starts in on a rut. Back rolls those eyes, along with the nonsensical moaning-weird noises she makes! It's a good thing they're deep underground as she's wake up a neighborhood.
Of course there's no telling how many people are there in the cavern, and if any are taking a nap. The acoustics of the chamber and the odd qualities of the crystals make it seem like she's in a room full of tuning forks that are all just slightly off. The buck holds onto her (or presses down on her) to keep them both from slowly scooting across the floor from the repeated impacts. Or at least that's the outcome. He's foaming at the lips a bit so it isn't clear if he's thinking at all right now.
To be fair, neither is Alptraum. The brain is sort of off and in a weird fuzzy state as the blessing really takes over. Each thrust is like a mini pop, that makes her feel all weird, tingly and full. So does the huge buck on her, for that matter. She's more 'along for the ride' than able to push back much herself.
So what happens when the deer pops comes as a bit of surprise, as it's done completely unconsciously: she kens the stag! It's already a very sensual thing, but doing it at that precise moment (and through that particular connection) makes things a lot more intense. It especially prolongs things for the stag, who seems to stop breathing for the duration.
Alptraum isn't sure she's breathing either! Everything is sort of faded and staticy as she floats in bliss, while somehow kenning him too. It's a disturbing blending of sensations from both bodies. At least she isn't trying to eat him.
Still, she can taste him. And also share a bit in what he's feeling. Once the shadow withdraws the stag breaths again, and barely avoids falling forward onto Alptraum (which would hurt), catching himself at the last moment.
"Success!" Alptraum squeaks out, breathily. She sounds surprised by this, really. "Can I keep you?"
"Unghh," is the reply from the buck. He looks a bit drained, but that could also be from his makeup. The does help to support him from the sides, and sort of guide his collapse so he doesn't pin Alptraum or her wings.
Alptraum sprawls out, panting. That was one of the least painful times she's spent here! Of course now she's wondering if Gorphat will be angry. Hopefully not. Or doesn't notice.
A shadow soon passes over the Eeee, however, and there's a whickering sound. She's seen this pony here before, one of Willow's favorites in fact!
"Ooooooh .... crap," squeaks out Alptraum when she sees the shadow. Willow is built for large, mostly. Eeee aren't ... so anything equine is going to really test the blessings limits! And of course for some reason that just makes her horny again.
At least he's careful and slow. Maybe too much so, as it takes several minutes of slow penetration just to see how deep he can get. Alptraum does feel stretched, and for a moment feels the urge to become Willow.. but this is a test for her current form!
Alptraum actually hooks her legs around him and pulls. trying to see how deep she can get him too. Naturally, she's aiming for 'all the way', even with his, er, shape starting to show up as an outline in her abdomen.
The pony whickers again and is certainly game for it, but also starts moving in and out as well. It's a lot of weight on Alptraum's pelvis certainly, and it's felt which each movement. He rests on his elbows to avoid squishing the Eeee.
"Gonna get all of you," Alptraum purrs up at him as she helps him move using her legs and rolling her hips. It's a strain, that's obvious, and at points even slightly painful from the pressure. But ... she keeps on trying.
And going the pony gets, at least up to a trot. He's got a very earthy scent that Alptraum can't help but notice, with his hairy chest just a finger's width from her nose while he builds up steam.
"I'm fine," she tells him here and there, and even encourages with her legs. She can't really bear down on him like she could with Mordecai, she's perpetually tight right now!
The pony doesn't got too far though. He's not pulling out and then thrusting hard, so much as rolling his hips. Given the sheer amount of him that's moving inside Alptraum though, a little movement can go a long way, and she's starting to build up to a bang again.
"It's fine, you're good. You feel good," Alptraum encourages the pony. This has got to look disturbing to anyone watching, though, given everything is outlined. And the bat is somehow not dead, in spite of it. Her speaking though is transitioning to moaning, too.
Things do speed up, as the tightness is effecting the pony as much as it is Alptraum. He's starting to make weird noises with his lips and lashing his tail around (which swats one of the does, who has to spit long hairs out of her mouth). He goes as fast as he's going to, and the motion lifts Alptraum's butt clear of the floor on the upsweep of his hips. It won't be long now!
Which is good, as the bat is back to moaning and with her eyes rolled back. She's really in this one for the 'ride', as she can't contribute back hardly any movement! Though right now she probably couldn't even tell you her name.
As with the buck, there's a connection when the pony starts to spasm, and Alptraum gets a kenning of him that prolongs the moment for both of them.
Is this kenning thing something Inala decided to add as an effect? She's not trying to do it after all! But wow, does it make the moment even more intense. The room itself disappears around her as she fades into just being a ball of feeling, and moaning.
Once again, the does have to swoop in to keep the pony from collapsing onto Alptraum. Getting him out of her, despite the internal pressure, causes them to grunt and moan a bit as well. Eventually there's a 'pop' and he's out.
And a mess as the bat deflates. She lays there, looking both dazed and confused, and a bit vacant. Egad, did Inala really make her into a Yodhinala? Probably not, she doesn't have the necessary cruel streak, just the vapid part. "Bluh," she says with all the intelligence of an Eeep.
"Should we get the Vartan?" one of the does kneels down to ask Alptraum. "Or do you think that would be too much?"
"Birdie!" Alptraum cries out! "Gimme!" Wow, she really is a bit broken and dazed!
Once the Vartan arrives, he takes one look at the situation and insists, "If we do this, she gotta be on top!"
"On your back, now!" Alptraum blurts out and thrusts one arm in the air. "Right ... after ... I recover a little."