For Alptraum, Spring has been nothing but trouble since she started blooming like one of those rare wildflowers. It finally reached the point where she just couldn't hide it anymore, and her mother confiscated all of her usual clothes to be refitted. This has left her unable to hunt in her usual kick-around clothes, and she's had to borrow pants from Scabitha, who is still curvier than the Eeee, and tops from her mother, which have the challenge of being girly.
While her performance costume is being worked on, she's been forced into other activities. So now she sits at a small table with three cards on it to make use of her other skills. There are other tables that offer the cups and ball game, but that doesn't work on Eeee who can hear the ball moving. Another way to draw Eeee to Alptraum's table is that she's wearing one of her mother's dresses. Aside from the sheer femininity of it, Sabine Reisender is shorter than Alptraum and not as thin, there's the issue of the plunging neckline and having to wear her hair differently, with half of her face obscured by the long white strands to make her look "more mysterious." There's also the perfume, which isn't that bad, since it's subtle but still covers any sudden hormonal odors.
Plus getting used to being, well, top heavy. She's got an impressive chest for an Eeee; she has cleavage of all things; and they bounce. Which means now she has to wear support or things get bouncy and sore after a while. It's really, really, annoying. So has been the 'monthly visitor', which was another joy that started relatively recently, which means the biggest horror of all; she's fertile and any male Eeee could spell trouble if she were caught unaware. So, she may look mysterious as she does the slight of hand 'card game stuff; but that's exacerbated by looking grumpy, too! Pretty and dour; quite ripe for a priestess or witch, really.
Soon enough, an Eeee boy sits on the still in front of her table. "So, you one of them card-reading fortune tellers?" he asks her. He smells like someone who works in a barn. "Pretty sure this ain't the kissin' booth," he adds with a wink.
"If it were a kissing booth, you couldn't afford me," Alptraum replies to that, breathily, and even licks her lips suggestively. Hell, if she's got to accept being a girl, she may as well play it up, right? She also leans forward some, which makes that neckline quite revealing (and proof that no, she's not stuffing anything in there; those are real. "This is just a little game to see how good you are at concentrating. You just have to find de card ya picked. Simple."
"Uhhh.. huh," the suddenly distracted lad says. "What's it cost to play?" he asks, trying to deepen his voice a little.
"Well, 'ow much ya got?" Alptraum asks, smiling and tapping on her cheek. She even licks her own finger ... by coiling her tongue around it. "Iffin ya can find yer card again, well, you win three times whatcha bet of course."
"Oi.. so can I wager a kiss against three kisses?" the boy asks, smirking slightly.
"Eeeh, I don't t'ink so. I'd kill ya," Alptraum purrs. "Coin only, or things of similar value."
"Whatcha consider similar value?" the farmhand asks. "Like, a piglet?" Actually a piglet would would probably have really tasty blood..
"Vell, whatcha sellum for usually?" Alptraum asks as she leans her elbows on the table, then rests her chin in her palms. "Gotta agree on value an all."
"Uh.. well.. uh.." the man stammers a bit. "We don't sell 'em little, just grown up." He moves his hands to show the size of a piglet, and then stretches them to show the size of a pig. "But I've got more piglets than coins. A piglet gotta be worth more though!"
"Well, whazza full sized one sell for?" Alptraum coos, and flutters her eyelashes.
"A hogshead of beer, a bushel of onions, two bushels of taters, quarter-weight back in jerky, five jars of honey, five jars of preserves, three good knives, and ten bales of sweetgrass hay," the Eeee rattles off.
"And sometimes pepper too," he adds with a wink.
"Okay, so a piglet would be like one good knife den, mebbe," Alptraum considers, pursing her lips some. "Which is at least five shekels or so, I t'ink."
"I guess dat's right?" the man says. "Unless you want fabric or leather or clothes instead," he then offers.
"Oooo, well, fabric or leather coul' be good too," Alptraum admits. She really needs to make a few things to keep her stupid chest bags in check.
"D'ya need actual clothes, or tack?" the boy asks as a follow-up. "We do tack for just 'bout anything that can be ridden or can pull somethin'," he claims.
Alptraum bites her lip. "Ever make tack t' fit an Eeee? For like, fly-haulin' or somesuch?" she asks.
"We got harnesses for carryin' stuff," the local says. "Even for carryin' babies and bottles of milk."
"Oy, I ain't got no babies," Alptraum says, sounding rather affronted! "But somet'ing like dat could be useful, yah."
"Well, watcher need to carry through the air?" the boy asks, resting his elbows on the table now. "Fish?"
"An be reasonable coin, just a couple or so," she adds. She soon arches her brow some more and gestures at her chest. "Dis. Y'know, they can be heavy and mess with my flight."
"Wha.. they can?" he asks in surprise, and leans forward to get a better look. "Shift around and stuff?"
"Well, yah, dey a couple pounds each yannow," Alptraum says.
"Wow!" the boy says, sitting upright again and looking lost in thought.
Alptraum rolls her eyes. "So, ya gonna play or wut?" she asks and gestures to the cards.
"Oh!" he replies, focusing again. "I was tryin' to figure out how to handle de straps," he admits. "So, I kin play on the promise of.. uh, what did you want, piglet or boob-thingy?"
"Boob thingy is cheaper. An of course only iffin ya lose," Alptraum claims. "So ... pick a card first an turn it over."
The boy now stares at the three cards. "They all diff'rent, right?" he then asks before selecting one.
Alptraum turns them all over to prove they are in fact different! "So ... pick one," she asks again ... and runs her tongue along her upper lip.
"I like the one with the five Creens on it," he finally chooses. "So, is that the winning one?"
"Iffin you can find it again, yah," Alptraum agrees. "Iffin you find it again, ya get five shekels. If not, den you owe me de leather thingie," she explains as she flips the cards back over. And now it's time to shuffle. And shuffle them about on the table she does. Her fingers are a disturbing sort of blur as she does, as well as smooth rolls.
"Wha.. ooo, I get it now.." the boy says as he watches the hypnotic movements.
"Do you? Dey all say dat and yet," Alptraum claims as hands and cards slide over each other too. Or do they? It's hard to tell, really.
Once the shuffling stops, the boy picks the middle one, which Alptraum knows to be the Eight of Slugs.
"Ya sure?" Alptraum teases her fingers over it. Her lips widen even further as she turns the center card over...
"That's the ugly one!" the boy declares. "I hate slugs! Does this mean I lose?"
Alptraum reaches over and beeps his nose. "Yah, you lose," she giggles. "And I dunno, I kinna like slugs, but anyway, dey not yer creens. So ya owe me something in leather, looks like!"
"Uhh.. I don't have it with me though," the boy notes. "So.. how's it gonna work? You come to the shop, or gotta bring everyt'ing here?"
"Vell, vhat is easier?" Alptraum asks as she collects up her cards and puts them into the deck for a reshuffle and selection of new cards.
"Takin' the tools outta the shop would be trouble," he admits. "If'n you robbed me I'd probably get turned into leather myself. Can you come to the shop?"
"Issit safe?" Alptraum asks.
"I ain't gonna burn down or nothin'," the boy claims. "I still got all my fingers too!" he adds, showing his hands as proof.
"Issit safe for me?" Alptraum asks. "No like towns like us much."
"Oh, it's on the farm, not in the village," the boy explains. "You seem pretty likable to me!"
"Mm, I suppose dat fair, den," Alptraum agrees reluctantly. It's not like she's out anything really if she decides to not go.
"Well, you can't miss it," the lad says. "It's the one with all the pigs. You just gotta avoid their pens, or they'll try to eat ya."
"I hardly tasty," Alptraum claims, "Okay, look fer it later when I free."
"Anyting I can do here dat don't cost coins?" the farm-hand then asks.
"Well, plenty of things take trade too, always need foods and lastin' supplies," Alptraum offers. "Even de dancers will take dat fer performances. An some of dose are free fer de crowd an take anyt'ing ya kin offer.""
"The Khatta ones?" the boy asks, and turns an ear towards the crowd around the stage. "I left my sister watchin' them. I better make sure she stay outta trouble!" he says and stands up, then says, "Thanks for the game and chattin'! You'll come by durin' the day?"
"Yah, sometime during de day," Alptraum replies and wiggles her fingers bye. She's not terribly fond of a lot of pigs, but she can stand a farm for a while!
Soon a familiar fuzzy butt graces the stool in front of the table. "You sure were talking to the gorgio more than takin' his money," Hexen accuses with a grin. "Couldn't pay?"
"Hadda barter. He gonna make some leather harness stuff to deal wit' my issues," Alptraum says and shrugs. "I don' t'ink he cared about winnin', just looking down me shirt."
"You need a harness for your.. down-below-flow?" Hexen asks in a whisper, looking frightened by the thought.
"No, fer me chest you weirdo," Alptraum sighs out. "So dey don't flop around."
"Dey flop?" Hexen asks. "Mebbe you gotta work 'em out more? I bet the Radovahs could show you how."
"Dey don't work like dat, dey no muscle," Alptraum says, "They always be soft an floppy."
"Are you sure?" Hexen asks. "You only just got them, after all."
"Yah, Mum has dem too yannow!" Alptraum retorts. "You coul' jus ask yer mum too iffin you don't believe me."
"Her's are famously firm," Hexen claims. "And eww.. I don't wanna think of a my mum while fondling your boobs."
"Too late, now ya always t'ink of yer mom since dey the same color, too," Alptraum teases, and grins.
"I not so sure of that," Hexen claims. "Need to see 'em during de day, in good ol' grey light."
"Nice try, ya perv," Alptraum counters, and rolls her eyes. "An gah, I look weird. I look like someone's wife." She goes bleh.
"Ehhh..." Hexen says, nodding his head from side to side. "Not really. You're dress don't fit. Wives fill out more."
Alptraum pokes out her tongue. "I'm too tall fer dis, which is why it no fit," she remarks, dryly. "Mebbe I should get something more fortune-teller and jus lean into bein' a girl."
"Just go wi' layers of lace and shawls and stuff but no pants since you sit behind a table?" Hexen asks. "You'd just be some teeth and hair floatin' in the dark though!"
"Isn' dat me normally?" Alptraum has to ask. "An wha, y'tink I should just wear dresses alla time now?"
"You kin take it off if you don't like it," Hexen suggests. "I don't t'ink you're old enough for dresses like dat though. Maybe skirts.. one for up top and one for de hips!"
"But still definitely girly! Everyone wan me girly!" Alptraum laments, sighs. "Even me body."
"Rebel! Wear shorts and no top and spit a lot," the fox urges! "Dat would still bring in the bat guys I bet! But I think you're enjoying dis, with the half-covered face and quarter-covered boobs."
"It be amusin how many brains turn off," Alptraum grudingly concedes. "And no, I not gonna go topless an spit. Dat just kinda gross."
"You were always so good at spittin' though!" Hexen laments and slumps, so that his chin is nearly on the table. "Been raking in the coin though at least? If not, I got this idea where dey try to toss their coins into your cleavage! And the prize is.. uh.. I haven't figured that out yet."
"Eh, made some, yah," Alptraum concedes as she checks the day's take. She doesn't want to admit it's more than she used to make. "Meh, mebbe I should just become one of de dancers at dis point," she says, "No gonna be a boob basket."
"But can you dance?" Hexen dares to ask.
"I haveta be taught," Alptraum points out.
"But you gotta do an Eeee dance.. like.. on the ground?" Hexen asks. "Or upside down?"
"Wha? Don be ridiculous. Why can't I jus' dance like dey do?" Alptraum asks, "Eeee don dance upside down."
Hexen pops his head up, and has his 'I have an idea!' face. "Oh! I know! I know!" he claims excitedly. "You do one of those tease dances, but with your wings instead of big fans! And you can try to hide some stuff with your hair! Maybe it could be stuck to your chest.."
Alptraum snorts. "Yah, I suppose I could do that and jus go all-in on being, well, dis. Mebbe I should go all out an just be de camp slut, hmm?" she remarks a bit dryly, and arches her brow some. Nevermind she's been under a skreek at least once a week, as well as under Hexen. She sure bathes a lot more now to deal with, well, the scent.
"The other girls would never allow it," Hexen claims. "Plus you already got the best guy in camp.. me!" He even points to himself with his thumbs. "And I wouldn't make you wear a dress! You just need looser regular clothes."
"Except when I bleed," Alptraum points out. "That's kinda hard on pants."
"How do you get rid of it?" Hexen asks, then folds his ears and says, "Wait, I'm too young to know!" There are a few more Eeee approaching the table now, apparently moving in a pack for safety and to keep nudging one another forward.
"I swear, dey act like I gonna bite," Alptraum grouses at Hexen. "An ya best let me make some coin ... or I gonnta tell you in detail what it like taking care of ladyparts during dat time."
"Nooo!" Hexen wails, and runs off. The four young Eeee stand there looking worried, as if Alptraum did something horrible to the fox.
Alptraum just smiles mysteriously. "And what brings you fine lads to my table, hmmm?" she purrs at them while she traces a finger along the table top before her. "I no for sale."
"How.. how much to play?" one of the boys if finally poked into asking.
"Depends on how much ya willin' to wager. From one coin to many. Iffin you win, you get three times the bet," Alptraum offers in that same sultry sort of purr. Her own voice is weirding her out a bit too; it sounds sexy-feminine ... and she's not used to that!
The other three force the sacrificial one to sit on the stool, his ears looking pale as one of them puts a ceramic Shekel on the table for him.
"Why ya so scared? I don't ... bite," Alptraum coos at the one on the stool, and smiles with all sorts of sharp teeth. She lazily flips over the current three cards on the table and gestures to them. "What calls to you? What is your ... desire?" she asks.
"Fish!" the boy blurts, and taps the Six of Fish (or Wheel of Fish because they're arranged like the spokes of a wheel).
Alptraum flips the cards back over and goes about moving them about, around, and over each other with elegant speed. "So ... are you enjoying your day, boys?" she coos at the group. "Finding everything you dream of?"
"Some new stuff, even," one of them says, not the seated one that is trying to follow the movements of the cards. "Are you a witch?"
"I'm just an innocent little girl," the trollop-in-a-dress Alptraum tries to claim, while smiling. The cards start moving even faster.
"You are?" one asks in surprise. The seated boy's nose drops closer to the cards as he concentrates.
"What did you think I am?" Alptraum has to ash, brow arched. She also spots the boy leaning in close and moves even faster. Then, she suddenly stops. "Where yer fish?"
"Uhh..." he hovers his finger over one card, then another as tries to decide.
"Don look at me, you gotta pick it," Alptraum says as she sits back and just waits. "An still waitin' to hear what ya thought I was."
"So.. you're really around our age and just under a curse or something?" the boy who hasn't spoken yet speaks. Finally the finger drops.. onto the Eight of Slugs card. That's been very popular tonight.
"Yah? Why is that such a surprise?" Alptraum asks, then gigglefits. "Aww, looks like you got slugs instead. Too bad," she teases and flips over the card on its right to reveal the fish card.
"How'd you know?" the seated boy asks, some color returning to his ears.
"How'd I know which?" Alptraum asks.
"That it was slugs before you turned it over," the boy asks.
"I know where mah hands were and where things were moved," Alptraum claims. "Yah gotta be able to track yer cards to play dis game."
"I couldn't keep track of just the one.." the boy says. "Are you really not a witch?"
"Do I look like a witch?" Alptraum asks and flutters her eyelashes.
"Uh.. I don't know what a witch looks like," the boy admits. "But you're pretty, so you can't just be a normal girl."
"You got black fur!" "And white hair!" "And eyes like the sky!" the others offer up. Perhaps everyone in their village is just brown or gray.
Alptraum peers. "Why not?" she has to ask. "Plenty of normal girls are pretty." She then just shrugs a little, adding, "But nah, I'm just a normal girl; nothing special here. All the normal girl parts, even."
"Are there special parts then?" one of them asks in confusion.
"Never know. What if you met a girl with both boy and girl parts?" Alptraum points out.
"I'd probably notice the girl parts first," one of them says, and pats his chest. "Who knows what they hide in their pants.."
Alptraum rolls her eyes. "So, did ya really come to play ... or issit to check me out and try to ask me out?" she actually asks.
"Are.. are those allowed?" the still seated one asks.
"Like me saying no would prevent it?" Alptraum points out. "Usually people go after de dancers."
"They look scary though," one of them replies. "You're an Eeee, like us, and you're standing still."
"Scary? Dem? Not even," Alptraum giggles and shakes her head some. "Usually people say I'm de scary one."
"You're pretty scary," the seated boy admits. "But you're different than other Eeee in our village, which makes you more interesting. Like.. are you the only Eeee girl here? That person who was just here isn't a mutant Eeee that lost their wings are they?"
"No, dat was a fox. Dey just look like dat," Alptraum says, "An dere are other girl Eeee here, me mum, obviously! But as for dis age? Yah, I be the only one."
"So what's that like?" one of them asks. "Do you get lonely?"
"Lonely? Yah, sure, sometimes, but I got me fox friend and skreek friends," Alptraum says and shrugs a little. "I mean until recently thye just treated me like one of de guys, until I ballooned."
"Oh yeah, girls we were friends with when we were little won't have anything to do with us now," one boy laments, assuming that's what Alptraum meant by 'until'. "No.. wait, the fox that was just here was your friend then?"
"Yah? Why?" Alptraum asks, "Ya wanna ask him out or somethin'?"
"So.. you still have him as a friend, then?" the boy asks. "How's that work? You said you weren't one of the guys anymore."
"We still hang out an haf fun. He just kinda treats me different now and sometimes flirts. Which is kinna weird," Alptraum admits. "Mosta me old guy friends are trying to git me to be dere girlfriend or something."
"So you have to choose one without making the others upset?" another asks, as if he has experience with just such a situation. "Or not choose any of dem at all?"
"Easier to not choose anyone," Alptraum claims. "Besides, Imma weird anyway and might scare em."
"So girls are weird and scary then," the tallest says, crossing his arms. "I told you guys."
"We should have brought more than one coin," another laments.
"Ve are also amazin' and fun," Alptraum claims, "Even wit' bleeding."
"That turns girls into vampires!" one blurts out.
"Oh it does not," claims the vampire.
"My dad says it happened to my mom," one claims. "She turned into a blood-sucking monster, and then flew off to find a new victim!"
The other three look at that one. "I don't think he meant that for real," the tall one says.
"Y'know, sayin' stuff like dat is not endearin'," Alptraum claims. "And 'sides, what if you met a nice vampy girl, hmm?"
"Well.. dat's different, because they're a normal vampire," the tall one says. "And.. dey wouldn't bleed would they? That seems.. wrong."
"Why dat seem wrong, hmm?" Alptraum asks. "All girls do it, cuz if we didn', no kids!"
"But.. vampires need blood!" the boy says. "Wouldn't they get extra thirsty then?"
"Dats why they would suck on vou," Alptraum points out. "It's kinna a requirement to be willing t' be nibbled if yer datin' a vampire."
"Ohhh.. really?" the boy asks, and the others apparently hadn't considered that. "But.. do vampires do that when they date one another?"
"Prolly? I dunno," Alptraum says.
"Dalferd kissed a pig," one of them says. "That was weirder."
"I did not kiss that pig!" Dalferd claims. "I fell over and it smelled the turnip I'd just eaten!"
"Did ya hump it too?" Alptraum has to ask and leans forward.
"It wouldn't eaten it," one of the boys claims.
"Pigs is terrifying monsters," Dalferd claims.
"And yet ya kissin' em," Alptraum points out.
"Besides, you have to hold hands first, everyone knows that," the tall one says. "You can't hold hands with a pig."
"It wasn't a kiss!" Dalferd insists.
"Was dere tongue?" Alptraul asks.
"In yer mouth?" she clarifies.
"I kept my mouth closed!" the boy claims. "It would have eaten my tongue! I was sure it was gonna eat my nose! Rugh'rats hardly ever try to kill you, and never try to eat you."
"Oh, so you kiss and hump rhugrhats, then?" Alptraum teases, and grins.
"Eww, no! But they're nicer than pigs!" Dalferd claims. "And they've got wool."
"Pigs have bacon," one of the others notes. "Well, you can't get more bacon from the same pig every season, so there!"
"So, when you snogged it, did it taste like bacon?" Alptraum asks.
"Auuugh!" Dalferd yells, throwing his hands in the air and running away. The others linger for a moment, and the tall one suggests, "We should probably go after him.."
Alptraum snickers behind a hand. "Yer all funny. Enjoy de fun stuffs! And pig snoggin!" she tells them.
The boys wave and hurry off after their unfortunate cohort. "Are you terrorizing the local boys?" a voice asks, as Scar appears and holds out a mug of something.. probably hot cider. Or what what they called cider.
"Yeh. Not like it be a challenge," Alptraum points out, "And wit me dressed like dis like I some sorta girl."
"One dey can talk to?" Scar asks. "De mysterious older girl maybe?"
"Eh, one dey can stare down me shirt at ... dese," Alptraum says, while cupping and hefting her chest. Several pounds each is not an exaggeration. She's a busty girl even when she's not, ah, milky.
"Ah, you know I would hold 'em up fer ya if you asked," Scar claims, sipping from his own mug of cider.
"You'd also try t' milk me like a sow," Alptraum grumbles at him. She's also shifting a little; she's smelling male skreek right now and it's making her a little tingly.
"You always seem to enjoy it, but always protest," the rat points out, and.. lays his tail across her lap. "Dey usually shrink down a bit afters, too."
"Yeh, well, it be weird, and feel weird. And good. 'Specially when you're draped on my back and you've buried yerself in .. somewhere," Alptraum starts to say, then her ears get hot, as do other areas lower down.
So Scar goes behind her and drapes his arms over her shoulders (though can't get against her back because of the chair). "Dey makin' your shoulders sore? Maybe you need to lie to down and be rubbed."
"Yer wantin' to bend me over and make me smell like a skreek," Alptraum accuses, distractedly. And possibly fragrantly at this range; she can smell her own ... excitement through the perfume.
"Oh, I can wash ye afterwards if you want," he offers. "Skreeks like to wash up. Heh, if does boys had more money, could have charged them to watch... the washing up I mean."
Alptraum twitches. Her head is swimming a bit; there's something about rat that for some reason is really getting her going. "C'mon, lets go find an empty wagon," she relents. "An see how sticky you kin make me."
"Drop off yer cashbox, and yer dress if you want," the rat says, and nips one of Alptraum's ears before backing off. "You know my wagon by now.."
Alptraum, feeling weird and slightly ashamed, does pick up her box to take it and drop it off at the main wagon running the event. She makes an excuse of needing a break for a bit, though she does keep her dress on. Then it's a quiet meander around to sneakily make her way to the rat's wagon, and slip inside. Once inside and alone, well, it's there she finally slips out of the dress. She's definitely fragrant, and quite damp between her thighs. Rat scent seems to really push her into arousal.
Scar joins her soon enough, and doesn't waste any time. Once the bunk is down, so is Alptraum! And while she liked the idea of making the boys go stupid, she's soon drooling and gibbering with the Skreek on her back.
She didn't even resist. She was on her hands and knees, wings spread, and rump up pretty quickly. It's disturbingly exquisite when the rat is soon draped on her back and her area of warmth is stretched tight around rat bits. She's definitely moaning and drooling in waves of pleasure as she's treated like a needy little rat-girl.
The Skreek certainly takes advantage! At least he can't reach past her wings to milk her (though he'll probably do that later when he has her on her back).
Musky rat-stink is definitely making Alptraum's mind swirl. She's pushing back as much as he pushes forward, and she's getting better at controlling the clench of those muscles back there around his bit. Her movements are all encouraging and rather milking in their own way too.
The rat grunts and bites the scruff of the bat's neck, and increases his efforts. He doesn't last much longer before splashing.. but then he doesn't stop either.
The splashing makes the bat moan. Soon she's shuddering too, and clench-spasming as she goes right into her own deep rut. Most thoughts are primal, or weird, like the sudden desire to nurse on his bits instead of having them buried deep behind her. But right now, she's being a properly docile little pretend rat-girl and letting him continue how he wants right now!
So she's soon on her back for round two, complete with nursing (to lighten her boobs, supposedly, although that's been less effective over time). And lots more bucking too.
Alptraum's wrapped arms, legs, and wings around the rat as she bucks right back. Also growls some, but it's terribly squeaky and a bit ... cute.
Eventually it becomes clear that the 'break' is going to extend through the night, as usual when she ends up in the rat's lair. Time flies when your brain is melting!
And before some spotty sleep does actually come for the bat, she's got her mouth and tongue around him, and his tongue is ... well, it's kind of a wash! It's interesting how easy it is to drift to sleep when you're nursing on ... something. And might just make for weird dreams (within dreams).