Alptraum stinks. The pond she tried to wash her innards in was a bit stagnant, and now she's wet from the waist down with bits of smelly stuff stuck to her fur. She also has no idea if it was even effective! The only person in camp who might be able to help is Nineve Radovah, assuming the various herbal concoctions she sells are genuine. The leather bra had better be worth it!
And there was much cursing and complaining about it as she gets out of the pool in annoyance! Who wants to stink like this? Ugh! She didn't even realize it was possible to stink this bad! So, it's off to try and find Nineve, quietly. Without anyone noticing. Hopefully. Maybe her reputation for being slightly spooky will help.
Not wearing pants probably doesn't help, but it really makes her that much darker in the night. And night in Sylvania is heavy, with the light of the Processing being not much more than a dim smear behind the overcast sky. The Radovah's can see in the dark, but only in shades of gray according to what Katka told her once, so Alptraum's only real identifying feature in that case is her hair. At least Nineve kept her wagon on the outskirts, where she could cook up her potions without anyone else complaining.
And so the approach is from outside of the camp, in a long arc until she reaches where that wagon is, then a slow move in towards it, using trees and brush to hide in in the process.
There's a firepit with low-burning coals and a small ceramic cauldron suspended over it, along with lots of small potted plants and wooden platters with other things laid out - certainly mushrooms but also things that may have been more mobile in life. The door to the wagon is open, and the lanterns are lit, but there's no sign of the elder Radovah outside. Alptraum can hear motion from inside the wagon though.
Ears flattened out, Alptraum slinks forward and closer until she can reach the door. Once there, she knocks on it quietly and whispers, "Ey, you in dere? It me, Alptraum. I need some, er, discrete help."
"What?" the elder Khatta says a bit loudly. "Why do you stink? That's not even fox stink!" She turns around to face Alptraum, holding a cloth-wrapped bundle in her arms.
Alptraum jumps and flails! "Aah!" she cries out and soon grabs her chest, heaving. Then there's this pause, a confused look, then a demand to know, "Why would I smell like fox?!?!"
"Wet fox is the worst stink there is," Nineve claims. "You get into trouble with Hexen all the time."
"Well, I wuz bathin' to clean up ... down below an de water I used was less pleasant than I hoped. I wuz, uh, hopin' you had things to really help, ehem, clean things out, so to speak," Alptraum babbles.
"Ah, got a mold infection?" the woman asks, and starts pushing past Alptraum with her bundle. "Those can be nasty."
Alptraum scoots to the side a bit so she can past. "Yah, somethin' like dat," she claims, which is better than admitting the real reason. "So, uh, do you haf anythin' to help wit it?"
"Wine or vinegar," the woman suggests. "In a wine or water skin, just stick it up and squeeze. For an infection, you may need more." She sets her bundle atop a three-legged stool and then produces a very sharp (and expensive) looking knife from her hair bun.
"So, ... do ya have any of dose?" Alptraum asks, hopefully as she shifts from foot to foot. "Please?"
"Huh? Which, vinegar or the fungicide?" Nineve asks as she inspects her knife.
"Both? Either?" Alptraum offers, one ear now sideways in confusion.
"Are you sure you got an infection?" the Khatta asks, and then plunges the knife into the center of the wrapped bundle. Whatever is in there seems to come alive, flailing and emitting an ear-piercing shriek.
"I dunno," Alptraum squeals all her own and pulls down on her ears. "I jus wanna get cleaned out!"
When the flailing stops, Nineve removes the blade and unwraps the bundle to reveal some sort of weird root. It looks like it has a head, arms and legs and also male genitals. "Calm down," the tells Alptraum. "Tell me exactly what the problem is. Be honest, if you want to get a proper treatment."
"T'ings go' out of hand with a townie guy, okay? He made me a new top an such t'help wit' issues, and den it all went sideways an ... sticky," Alptraum practically blubbers in frustration. "I don wan any long term problems."
"Ahhh, the truth comes out," Nineve says. "You've bled already, yeah, or are those breasts an allergic reaction to something?"
"Dat jus' happen today, so I no bled since dat. And dese t'ings, dey just do dis no matter what I do. It drivin' me crazy an ruining shirts," Alptraum complains.
"Sit down.. uh.. over there," Nineve instructs, pointing to a simple woven-grass mat near her ingredients.
"Becuz I stink?" Alptruam asks, and dutifully goes and sits down over on the woven mat, looking miserable.
"Because I need the stool," Nineve claims.
"t' beat me wit' it?" Alptraul asks.
"That would be very awkward," the would-be witch claims. "I've got a switch for spanking misbehaving girls in the wagon though if you want," she notes. She then uses the knife to slice off the 'manhood' of the weird root. She sets it aside in a nearby wooden bowl. "You got a fella in the troupe?" she asks Alptraum.
"No. Though two keep tryin' an it be weird. Why do you ask?" Alptraum inquires suspiciously.
"Gonna need one for this," the woman claims, stirring the brew in her cauldron with a ladle, and even pulling it up take a sip. "A willing one that is alright with having sex with you."
This makes Alptraum blink a lot. "Whu? How does dat help? I know of two dat would easily, but .... dey both vierd," Alptraum claims.
"All boys are weird 'fore they become men," Nineve states, as she pours some of the cauldron brew into the bowl. "They gotta be willing to really do this though, not gonna be all dat fun for them."
"Why no dat fun fer dem?" Alptraum asks, eyes narrowed.
"An does size matter?" she adds.
Nineve picks a few of the laid out herbs to add to the bowl, and what looks like a mummified lizard foot as well. "Well, might be fun, never know," she says. "But dey gotta deliver the medicine."
"Dat sounds weird," Alptraum says again. "I sure one of dem would do it, tho."
"It can be rough for de guy you pick, unless you have 'em take turns," Nineve claims. "If you want that, I'll make an extra dose."
"Wait, wha? It takes more den one?!" Alptraum blurts out, wide-eyed.
"It just means one guy not have to do all of it," Nineve says. "Treatment can go on for hours, and hard to stop once started. Dey may be in pain afterwards or think they broke something, so whoever you pick better really really like you."
"Fiiine, an I guess make two just in case," Alptraum grumbles. Part of her doesn't believe this really cures anything and Nineve is just torturing her.
"Oh, can't be an Eeee boy either," Nineve points out, as she swirls the mixture with a wooden spoon.
"Yah, no a problem dere," Alptruam mutters.
"Here, hold onto dis," the Khatta says, handing the bowl over to Alptraum. "Watch for the mandrake bits to start dissolving, then spit in it. I'm getting some bottles."
Alptraum takes the bowl as if it were some sort of bomb. She holds it at arms length and just ... peers at it.
It looks like clear soup at the moment, with herbs just floating around in it and the male-looking root bit at the bottom, with bubbles forming on it. It doesn't feel hot, but the liquid still seems pretty active, as if it were about to boil.
Alptraum twitches as she stares at the bowl, waiting for things to, well, dissolve.
The little faux-genitals start to twitch on their own as the bubbles form on it before rising away, as if it were boiling. But the longer it goes on, the less it looks like a weird bit of root and more like the real thing. It flops about in the brew, as the herbs start to flow towards it.
Alptraum wonders if this is the right time or not? She ends up scrunching up her muzzle, though, and spits in it. "Ugh," she complains, shuddering.
This seems to finish catalyzing the reaction, as things dissolve into something more opaque and taking on a color best described as Miasma Pink.
Alptraum mskes a bleh face, complete with her tongue out as she watches this color change. She's never been fond of pink, even if she has the bits people associate with pink these days!
"Give it over," Nineve says, holding out her hands making gestures with her fingers. "Time for the finishing touches."
Alptraum gladly hands over that bowl of ick! She shudders all over soon after!
Nineve adds some odd liquids, and actual mutters and waves a hand over the concoction while make strange gestures. Then she starts spooning the elixir into the waiting bottles. "What are you plans for when you're an adult?" she asks the bat in a conversational tone.
"I haf no idea. No really t'ink much about it," Alptraum admits, "Prolly just continue de flight show. No much else I good for."
"Never to early to start thinking 'bout it," Nineve says. She then corks the two bottles. "All done. They'll need to drink this, and you shouldn't lie to them about what it's for."
"Drink dat? Uh, ew!" Alptraum says, looking horrified, as she accepts the bottles, and twitches.
"You never struck me as the wilting flower girly type," Nineve says. "Guess that's all changin' now."
"No, it just dis stuff look nasty! No one like to drink nasty," Alptraum claims and shakes her head. She also deicides that Scar is the safer choice to ask, HExen will get all defensive and clingy. Which would just make things even weirder.
"Boys will do anything for sex," Nineve claims. "Until they turn into men - that's when they're dangerous."
"Boys never grow up," Alptraum claims as she gets up. "An' t'ink you fer dis. HJope it actually, vell, vorks."
"If it doesn't and you get with child, just tell your boy it's his," Nineve suggests. "Worked for Hexen's mom Dawndra."
"I didn' need t'know dat!" Alptraum declares. It's on that note that Alptraum decides it's time to leave, and does!
So now the question is whether to head straight to Scar's wagon.. or try to wash the stink off first. Not that the Skreek is likely to mind the smell, and Scabitha can't smell anything anyway.
Alptraum decides to just go see Scar now. The longer she waits, the more risk there is. She can always bathe later.
The exterior lamps aren't lit on the candle wagon when Alptraum sneaks up to it, and it doesn't look like anything is lit inside either.
Alptraum knocks on the wagon to see if anyone wakes up or looks out. "C'mon, no dat late," she mutters.
There's some shuffling inside, and the door creaks open eventually, showing Scabitha in her nightgown holding a lit candle. "Who.. oh.. you look all meththed up, Alptraum," she says one she recognizes the bad, and steps back to open the door the rest of the way.
"I am all messed up! Is Scar around, I needa favor," Alptraum admits, quietly, and goes to enter the wagon.
"Eh, what's goin' on," a sleepy-sounding Scar asks from the bunks.
"Good, yer awake. I need ya to do me after drinkin' dis nasty stuff," Alptraum blurts out and shoves out one of the bottles of pink goo. "Cuz some townie mess I need ya t, erm, clean me, sorta."
"Wai', wut?" Scar asks as he comes fully away. "What'd you fall in? Is dis another of Hexen's things gone wrong?"
"I tried t' clean an it no work well. So I got dis from scary cat lady," Alptraum says, still holding the bottle out. "She sez dis won' be pleasant for you. Sorry 'bout dat, but you be less weird about dis den Hexen kin be."
"What is it?" Scar asks as he takes the bottle and pulls the cork. After a sniff, he says, "It smell like you. Not stinky you but you during sex."
"Some sorta weird potion she made. Don know what it is, other den it supposed to help prevent problems an has to be administered by a guy," Alptraum says. "An dat it won't be pleasant for you. I sorry 'bout dat."
"Hol' on a moment," Scar says, then finishes getting out of his cot and stretching. Scabitha sets her candle down and climbs back up into the upper bunk to go back to sleep. "What were you doing w' a townie?" Scar asks.
"T'ings got weird while I wuz gettin' dis made. It got out of hand," Alptraum says and gestures to the leather bra. "My fault."
"Ooo.." Scar says, and feels the bra. "How it come off?" he asks.
Alptraum reaches back and works on the straps and hooks that hold it until it loosens up. "Done from de back," she says while doing so.
"Oh, through holes in yer wing!" the rat says, sounding impressed. But the fascination fades once the garment is fully removed. Then he provides alternate support for Alptraum while giving her a deep kiss.
"Wait, you gotta dri ... mmmph!" Alptraum tries to explain, then ends up sort of flailing instead!
"I gotta warm up, you say?" Scar asks after pulling away. "Gotta get the kisses in before I drink anythin'" he claims. Then he guzzles down the bottle.
Alptraum winces as he actually does drink that stuff. She hopes he doesn't die or grow a second head. Er, third head. Er ... any unusual appendage.
The rat burps instead, and thumps his chest a few times. "Spicier than it smelled," he rasps.
Alptraum shivers. "I just ... wow," she admits after having witnessed that. "I sorry about whatever happens."
"Ooo," the rat goes, suddenly looking very alert. "Better.. uh.. lie on de floor.." he suggests.
"What, what?" Alptraum asks in panic as she looks over him. Also, she gets down to the floor really quick!
Scar jumps Alptraum as soon as she's on the floor. He grabs her arms and bites his shoulder - not as gently as he usually does - and is soon humping like his life depended on it. It's very feral.
Alptraum yelps! in shock! "Uh, ow, is dis, ow, supposed t'..." Alptraum wheezes out as she's suddenly very, very, full and being pounded! It's not quite enjoyable! At least not at his point!
It does take a bit, due to her anxiety, before her body actually responds properly and it becomes nice. It always starts that way, she knows, but nice always seems to lead to mind-melting eventually. At least with Scar's chest smooshed down against her own, things aren't bobbing around.
Eventually she wraps her legs around him and just goes to enjoy the nice, if rather stinky, ride. She even quits thinking too much on the bite on her shoulder. And it is admittedly nice to not be bouncing up top!
It does start to feel better, until Alptraum feels things building and building to a peak. Scar is also breathing rapidly from keeping up the frenetic pace.
As things built, Alptraum gets rather frenetic too as she clings to him. She's also shivering and making little pitiful moaning sounds as she approaches ... something.
Even as Alptraum peaks, she feels Scar tense up.. and then make a sort of painful whine. She feels his release, but it's a bit... stingy. And a lot more than usual! Scar trembles for quite a bit until it finishes. But without even a pause he's back to high-speed rutting again.
"Ow!" Alptraum squeaks out as the sting hits at the same time she peaks too! Well, he did say it was spicy. So, it's spicy coming out? That's gotta hurt! It hurts inside her, after all too! Doesn't stop her from still peaking, though.
The sensation seems to crawl up into her a bit. But then it's mostly forgotten as she starts to get more and more sensitive. She knows what to expect from the Skreek - the peaks are going to start coming faster and faster now.
Alptraum grits her teeth, clings, and holds on as she lets him drive his rut and she just, well, bears with it for the time being. Whimpers a lot, too.
There are more stinging events, but they sort of get washed out as she eventually enters a state of near-constant peak-and-release. If the rat weren't holding her down, she'd probably be squirming all over the place from it.
She's also debating, when she can think, of forgoing sex ever, ever, again. If she has to do this anytime an accident occurs ... safer to not have that risk at all! Ow! And more and more whining and squirming as it goes on in this weird semi-constant peak state.
Thinking sort of just fades away after awhile. The next thing she really notices is that the candle has burned down and daylight is sneaking through the shutters. Scar is passed out and wheezing on top of her.
And Alptraum wheezes herself as she tries to roll the rat off of her. "Ugh, so heavy," she whines.
This stirs Scar, who starts to suckle on Alptraum's breasts while massaging them. He always wakes up in the mood it seems.
"Oy, haven't you had enough?" Alptraum complains and pushes at him. Granted it's helping with some painful pressure at the moment so she's not pushing too hard.
"Last night didn't count," the rat claims, before locking muzzles in a kiss. Then he's moving inside of her again, but with a bit more control.
"It wuz countless times!" Alptraum complains before she's silenced again! She ... gives in and lets him!
After breaking the kiss, the rat claims, "Was medicinal or somethin', not proper love-makin'" He's learned all of Alptraum's best spots for rubbing, massaging or pinching already, so refreshes his (and her) memory.
"This wuz for medical reason!" Alptraum complains before she's really unable to anymore because she's moaning too much, and whimpering.
When the peak hits this time, it's more intense, causing the Eeee's breath to catch and her back to arch. Scar follows soon after, and seems to have gotten all of the vinegar (or whatever it was) out of his system.
Alptraum arches, toes curl, and she shudders in bliss. Also, shame, since she's been nothing but a skank lately, and it's frustrating! Even if it's hormone-driven.
Scar begins winding down, just as Scabitha leans over them and says, "Bath ready, if you not thtuck to th' floor."
"Bath good," Alptraum whimpers, pitifully.
Scar manages to get up, but has to press one hand to his lower back. Alptraum really is stuck for a moment, but does pull free of the floor. Her legs are a bit wobbly though.
Alptraum uuuughs as she slowly gets up, joints popping and creaking. Her back isn't terribly happy either, and she has to walk a bit bow-legged. "Never again," she mutters.
"Never say never," Scar says as the make their way out of the wagon and around back to the washtub. Scabitha has already prepared a few buckets of water, one of them already soapy. "Both of ya in de tub," she instructs. At least this way the can support eachother so they don't fall over.
Alptraum climbs right into the tub, groaning as she does, and then sinking down to just relax in the warmth. Soon to be free of stink and pain. Aaaah.
The soapy water gets dumped on them first, and a lump of soap is handed over to Scar, who builds up some lather before working it into Alptraum's shoulders first.
"Oy, I kin bathe meself," Alptraum complains. "I appreciate yer helpin' an all, but ... I still no movin' in."
"Sure 'bout dat?" Scar asks, as he moves to lathering up Alptraum's breasts. "I tink you like me."
"Yesh, I'm sure about dat. I don' need t'ings to get any weirder," Alptraum complains. "And dos didn' stink."
"So, what weird about it?" Scar asks, as he lifts Alptraum's left leg up to lather. He works down from the 'foot', getting in between the toes as well.
"Everyone vill act funny, Hexen vill go nuts," Alptraum ticks off. "Don vanna deal with dat."
"Pff, people no care," Scar claims, getting down to the thigh now. "Just kids foolin' 'round. You kin spend time in Hexen's wagon too."
"People care plenty! Parents care! I jus ... no right now," Alptraum insists.
"Well, wha' your parents think you up to when you out overnight?" Scar asks, working below the water to wash Alptraum's butt and inner thigh, before switching to her right leg.
"I no out all night often!" Alptraum points out. "I no sure how I kin even explain other den I uz working to get stuff to make flying easier, which is true."
"Do you not like me?" the Skreek asks. "Is it th' scar?"
"I like you fine. I just no ready for anything serious," Alptraum claims.
"Wha' serious?" Scar asks, sliding into Alptraum again. This does slosh the soapy water in as well, so technically could count as cleaning. Also working up a lot of lather on the surface as well as the rat pumps her.
Alptraum squeaks! "Oy, whatcha doing?!" she blurts out at that in shock. "An yeah, movin' in is serious, and I no want serious! So no movin' in!"
"Ah, just stay over some nights den, for humpin'?" the Skreek asks.. as he keeps on humping her. Even with the soapy water it's nice, since she's still a bit sensitive there.
"Maybe. An jus' maybe," Alptraum relents while she can speak. After that, well, she just enjoys the sensations.
At some point after she peaks again, Scabitha dumps the other bucket of water over them to rinse off the soap. Scar helps dry her off of course, which leads to another bout of humping up against the side of the wagon, and then nursing on her to get any pent-up milk.
"Do you ever stop?!" Alptraum blurts out at one point after, and she's pushing on him again.
"Oh, you want me too?" Scar asks, and then kisses her. "I got to keep you satisfied so you don't get into trouble," he claims.
"I want you t' stop. I am tired," Alptraum crabs at him. "I need to go home an sleep."
"You come back later den," Scar says. "Make sure you not leaking or gettin' antsy."
"Will see," Alptraum says as she collects herself, then finds her new chest harness so she can go home. Not like she had any other clothing on at the time anyway.
Scar gives her a nip on the back of the neck before letting her go, just as a show of affection. "You rest up," he says, and pats her on the bum as well.
Alptraum's left ear twitches and she heads right back into the woods ... so she can work her way back home without being seen, hopefully. She has enough shame to deal with right now.
The detour is successful. But Sabine is out on the stoop, making alterations to Alptraum's costume.
"Great," Alptraum mutters, looking frustrated. She glowers a bit and then decides to just head on towards it and try to go in. She also says, "I don wanna talk about it."
"You remind me of myself at your age," Sabine says, and nods her head towards the door. "Get some rest, you look like you're about to fall over."
"I rather be anyone else right now den me," Alptraum says in frustration. "I hate alla ... dis," she comments as she gestures at herself, then goes in. Her new support is tossed into the corner and she goes to just find a place to sleep.