Alptraum doesn't feel quite right. He's somewhere dark and damp and cool, which is a far cry from the pile of pillows that Jingle is in. Or was she with those gods still? And if she's there, where is he.. and who? He feels like an Eeee, and is certainly a male (although there's still some tingling in the general area of where Jingle is tingling).
"Bluh?" says Alptraum as he slowly tries to sit up and get a look at his self as best he can in the dark; as well as a feel to see what shape he's actually in. He's also trying to sound out the area to map it, as well as even sniffing.
Certain features seem to be missing: his chest scar and his distinctively weird right hand and forearm. He even feels a bit broader. Sounding reveals a relatively small space with uneven surfaces of bare stone, save for one artificially smooth area that is probably a door.
Alptraum also feels his tingly area, just in case. "Is this sort of Dar?" he wonders.
It seems likely, and therefore worrisome. The Sisters aren't supposed to mess with his base Barsunala form, but they can do whatever they want with his alternate ones.
Not much he can do in the dark and in this room, it seems, so he carefully makes his way towrards the flat area. If he reaches it without incident, time to feel/search over it and see if there really is a way to open it.
It's definitely a door, and it is slightly uncomfortable to touch, especially with his right hand. It's wood though, and may be thistlebark.
"Bleh," Alptraum mutters to himself and tries to open it with just his left hand.
There's no handle on this side of it though, and the frame doesn't have hinges on it either.
After pushing on it for a bit, Alptraum doesn't seem to making any progress, until the door suddenly flies open and he falls forward. He's caught though, as he falls face-first into a warm bosom.
"Wah!" goes Alptraum as he does flop forward, flailing a bit. It takes him a moment to realize where his face is, and then he's moving backward quickly and babbling apologies. "Sorry, sorry!" he says.
There's a squeak, and a bobbing light, and then a sharp sting in Alptraum's stomach as he tries to back away. He can feel his legs starting to buckle after that.
"Ow!" goes Alptraum and he clutches at his stomach in pain. He tries to remain standing as his legs start to go weak. He's also trying to see if there's any way to escape!
There are some candles, but they're being held by figures that press inward through the door. Skreek women! They're naked and have some sort of Horrib variants clinging to their backs, with the heads resting on their shoulders. Yodhmaab, at least a half-dozen of them.
"Look, I think there's a mistake. I shouldn't be here," Alptraum says as he staggers backward. Are his legs working enough to run? He just got stung, of that he's sure now.
The paralytic is having a pretty strong effect on his legs, but is also creeping up his back. The Skreeks crowd around him, and feels a few additional stings in his arms and back. There's no way to break past them without being stung even more.
"Ow, ow, stoppit!" Alptraum blurts out as he's surrounded and feels the sharp bite of a stinger. Within seconds his arms are effectively dead weight at this point, and so are his wings due to stinging in his back.
The women keep him from collapsing at least, catching and lowering him onto his back. The floor is rough, so it's exactly comfortable, as he can still feel everything. "We won't hurt you," one of the rat-girls promises.
"You already are!" Alptraum points out as he's laid down on the floor, feeling like nearly all dead, but sensitive, weight.
"Mebbe dis will help," another says, and Alptraum feels his legs being spread a bit, and then.. well, the feeling of a rat suckling on him.
"Well, that does feel pretty nice," Alptraum has to concede. Things are still sensitive and since that has no muscles per se, it's still quite functional.
Two other lie on either side of him and start to rub their bodies against him, while a third is behind his head. After some contorting on her part, she tries to smother him with her breasts, which she squishes together to try and catch his face between them.
Well, so far wherever he is is kind of nice! He's trying to lick said breasts, which is rather hard with them squished around his face!
His body responds as expected under such stimulation, and the Skreek at his head, lets her breasts hang free so Alptraum can get at them easier. He does seem to have full control of his head still. He also feels the suckling rat stop.. and then mount him and start to gyrate. This means the dangling, curved stinger of her Horrib can be felt as well, brushing and occasionally poking at sensitive areas.
At some point Alptraum manages to catch a breast in his mouth and proceeds to suckle quite willingly on it. Being mounted also feels quite nice and if he could shiver, he would. The dangling touch of a stinger on sensitive places, though is slightly worrisome, and he can't do anything about it! Surely they won't sting his backside or testicles, though.
The Skreek riding him starts moving a bit more energetically, which reminds Alptraum of the rough floor with every downward impact. It's the upward stroke though where the worry of the stinger catching his scrotum seems more and more warranted.
It's a bit of a torture! Her movements and the energeticness of them feels really good! He's even starting to moan some around the breast in his mouth. But the touch of that stinger is doing a really good job at being scary enough that he's not quite peaking, but more panicking.
The Skreek reaches her own climax without Alptraum joining in, and pulls away. Things feel more swollen than usual down there, and the next Skreek to mount feels less soft inside, as if she has scars from some venereal disease. They make things rough, and his own swelling increases the effect due to how tight it all feels. She really has squeeze down onto him.
At least the one he's suckling on feels nice and soft.
There's a sigh out when the one on him slides off, leaving him wet, cool, and throbbing down there, if a bit pent up since he didn't climax. The coolness is gone, though when the next skreek pushes down on him. He actually grunts, the tightness rather surprising, and the roughness. Still, it manages to feel somewhat good, being stroked and rubbed in such tight confines. Still, he's worrying more about it all and the odd sensations ... so he tries to distract himself by suckling more on the breast he caught.
The Skreek being suckled on does switch breasts though, to avoid soreness. The scraping sensation as his ride bobs up and down isn't quite balanced out by the pleasure though. It doesn't diminish his ardor though. If anything, he feels like he's swelling even further.
The muffled moaning becomes tinged a bit more with pain as the roughness isn't getting any more comfortable, especially if he's swelling more. It's not like he can see, only feel. And feelings often exaggerate reality.
The exaggeration becomes a bit more real once the the Skreek (who should probably go by Yodhgorphat Scratchy) finishes, and needs a bit of help pulling off. The air feels shocking due to how over-stimulated the exposed skin is.
Alptraum's eyes widen and he uuugphs! when she pulls off! In his mind he's imagining being built like a rhain with how that just felt. The cold too, the cool wetness makes it feel huge down there.
It isn't likely that any Skreeks are going to fit now, so three that are down their begin licking. The swelling gets worse as the pressure just keeps increasing.
The licking does feel quite nice! The pressure, not so much. It's a throbbing ache and continues to feel ridiculously large. Surely it can't be as big as it feels, though; it would be as big as his forearm, or so he thinks.
It doesn't feel uniform, if the paths of the tongues are anything to go by. As if it's bulging in places or being forced into an odd shape.
There's still moaning, though, when things feel kind of 'nice', but mostly it feels intense without quite feeling good. He's starting to hope he climaxes soon to help get it to go down! HE also wishes he could actually see, so he'd know how much is reality and how much is just weird sensation.
It's possible that the passage is swollen shut, so any climax.. would have go in the other direction. But relief isn't coming, despite the increasing pressure and over-stimulation. The tongues are starting to feel more abrasive as a result, and the skin thinner. And then, to his horror, there is a cracking sound and the shape of things is wrong. Something fractured.
Alptraum winces, then hisses out in pain! That part hurt, bad! He'd be shaking now if he could, but given the paralytic state, he can't move anyting but his head a little. "Please stop," he tries to whine around the breast.
The rats stop their activity in the broken area, only to focus on the very tip. This leads to further problems, as the unrelenting pressure causes the skin to rupture along the length of things. It doesn't even relieve the pressure much, as the wounds just ooze blood. Once the fissures appear though, the Skreeks stop.
There isn't much nursing going on from Alptraum at this point. Mostly he's just whimpering, and his eyes are watering. The throbbing is painful and the split skin burns.
The Skreeks get up from their various positions, and one gives Alptraum a kiss on his forehead.
Alptraum tries to see if he can lift his head and look at all, feeling quite ill in the pit of his stomach.
One of the Skreeks at least leaves a candle behind before closing the cell door. It takes a few minutes after that before Alptraum can raise his head enough to get a glimpse of things. In the light of the candle, he sees the sharp bend in the middle, the area around is already darkening into a swollen bruise. Other bruised looking areas and oozing, the skin broken. And it's still not going down.. this is far worse than the bought of priapism he suffered before.
"Come on, go down," Alptraum actually tries to whisper at it as he lays there. He's actually trying to will it to go down, and to see if he can get the shadow to come out and soothe/ease it down.
The shadow doesn't respond. That just proves he's under the control of Gorphat now, as if the rest of things didn't hammer home the point.
"Why am I being kept in a cell?" Alptraum wonders painfully. He tries to get any part of himself to move, though he knows horrib stings can last hours, or sometimes days if his memory serves.
But at least the paralysis is starting to fade, which leaves the formerly paralyzed muscles burning in pain though.
It's going away faster than usual, so maybe they were just light stings. Though the stinging pain as movement slowly returns isn't much better! He kind of wishes he was still paralyzed now!
The Guardian form Horribs may follow different rules, but then again the venom concentration seems to be under the control of the massive pseudo-insects.
When Alptraum can, he does actually try to sit up and gingerly inspect himself. He also checks his scrotum, just in case.
It's hard to bend enough to get a good look.. but he can see it earlier than he expected, since it's also swollen. At least is wasn't punctured.
Alptraum actually reaches down and carefully tests to see if he can actually ... straighten out his deformed bit. Slowly and carefully, though, if the pain gets worse, he stops.
"Most likely, but it doesn't seem uniformly swollen.
The pain from just touching the tortured bit of anatomy is intense. It also hurts his arm, which is just an after-effect of the paralysis venom.
So, Alptraum immediately stops! For now he just ... rests, and waits for the muscle pain to subside. The groin pain he has no illusions will go away.
The muscle pain lessens but doesn't entirely fade. "Your body is unfamiliar," a raspy, clicky voice says from the darkness beyond the candlelight. It sounds further away than the wall as well.
"It's a replica of someone I met in Sylvania," Alptraum answers. He swallows, that voice and the clicking makes him think: Hosheb. "Well, it was until those Skreeks did this to me," he adds and gestures at his painful groin. It continues to twitch and throb in time with his heartbeat.
"Yodhmaab," Hosheb corrects. "Not Skreeks. Not anymore. Only Yodhmaab."
"Yodhmabb," Alptraum corrects. "What brings you here, Hosheb? You usually spend time with Yodhgorphat Scourge..." Asking that makes the Eeee extremely nervous as any answer is likely not good.
"I am tasked with molding a Bargorphat," Hosheb replies. "A divine one, not for service in the Temple."
"Molding?" Alptraum asks, his voice chocking that word out. That word sounds bad.
"I am equipped with the necessary tools," the demon claims, and steps into the light of the candle. It mostly just shines off of his glossy plates and other surfaces, but also off of his many appendages, some of which have serrated blades at the tips.
Alptraum's eyes go wide at that. They linger on those serrated bits the most, too. "That ... scares me," he actually admits, his voice squeaking out a bit. "Wouldn't you prefer to mate with Yodhgorphat Scourge?"
"I serve the will of Gorphat," Hosheb claims. "You will be my partner this time."
"I ... you're not going to mate with me, right?" Alptraum asks, worriedly. He remembers his backside was tingling before the Yodhmaab visited.
"It will not count as mating," the hulking demon claims at it looms over Alptraum (or Dar). "Although there will be fluids involved."
"I'd rather not if that's at all an option," Alptraum seems to shrink down and whimper as the demon looms over him.
"It is not," Hosheb replies. "Do you not enjoy serving Gorphat?"
"Of course I enjoy serving Gorphat. I adore Her," Alptraum claims, voice trembling. "I adore you even though you terrify me."
Alptraum even reaches up and tries to stroke Hosheb's sides.
"Are you able to stand?" Hosheb replies. It's unclear if he can actually feel Alptraum's touch through the hard carapace.
Alptraum attempts to stand up. It's slow and it hurts. His legs shake a bit, and he has to keep them spread so his swollen scrotum can hang down without being touched or squeezed since contact to any part down there hurts.
"Turn and brace yourself against the wall," Hosheb instructs, which means turning his back on the demon.
Okay, /that/ command is worrying! Alptraum just stares for a bit, and swallows. He draws a breath, then does slowly turn around. When things sway down below it is intensely uncomfortable, he discovers. It's also surprising how /heavy/ it feels now that it's swollen and lumpy. Soon, he's facing the wall, though and brings his hands up to brace himself on the wall. Is the demon going to cocoon/secure him to the wall, he wonders.
A heavy hand clasps Alptraum's shoulder, just before he's penetrated. At least Hosheb is using an already existing entrance, though the angle is a bit shallow. Something hard presses up against the bulge of his presumably swollen prostate. This doesn't help since he still can't release. But then the sharp pain of the feeding tube pierces it.
Alptraum grunts out! It's disturbing that at least part of the penetration feels kind of good since that area was tingly! He even moans a little and shivers when his swollen prostate is bumped. Maybe it won't feel so ... and then the sharp pain of his prostate getting stabbed hits. No, it's going to hurt horribly and the previously moaning Eeee cries out in sudden pain. What is Hosheb doing in there?
It gets better or worse. Momentarily worse as Hosheb starts pumping in fluid. Momentarily better as this forces a release. Which is worse because of the distortions in the path, making it equally pleasurably and painful. But it does not stop! The thicker fluid being pumped into the system has a harder time moving, and it causes things to swell out again. This forces more blood out of the fissures, and what eventually emerges smells pretty foul.
Alptraum's back arches and he's growling, teeth gritted, in pain as he feels .. pressure and then weight as that fluid pushes in. Then there's a strangled sort of release as he climaxes, except it hurts more than anything else ... and his seed somewhat oozes out (though most of it backflows). The pain only gets worse and intense, causing the Eeee to slowly shake. Then the smell hits as every split or tear in his bits starts to slowly ooze out the goo from Hosheb and not Eeee fluids at all. Soon his groin reeks of an almost-rotting scent from the liquid. His poor prostate has also swollen up a lot more internally from the pressure. Alptraum can't tell how much, but he can feel the weight of it inside him, like a heavy stone deep and unreachable.
The flow stops eventually, and Hosheb's injector retracts. There's no telling what the surplus of goo will do to Alptraum's poor prostate. But now his bladder hurts, as the sphincter is meant to work one-way, not be forced by backflow.
Alptraum is still against the wall, shaking in pain as Hosheb withdraws. Even without the tube, the internal weight is still there; his poor prostate feels like the size of a melon in its wake. Blinking away watery eyes, Alptraum dares to look down at his poor bits to see if they're swollen even worse, and why they're reeking so bad.
They look worse. The smell emerges from behind as well while goo drips down. Nothing has changed with his testicles yet that he can see, but his groin feels weird beyond just the pain.
Alptraum actually reaches down and gingerly touch-feels it to try and see what is making it feel even weirder than it looks. At least his testicles have been spared, swollen and larger, but no worse after that.
Things are worse, as the swelling has increased and the skin feels even more stretched, causing the fissures to widen and deepen, but the blood has been replaced with Hosheb goo. When combined with the exposed flesh, it smells even worse, and there are bubbles, almost like foam, that expand and contract with each heartbeat.
"Oh Gods," Alptraum whimpers out at this spectacle, his poor bit now almost as wide as a beer mug, and nowhere near as smooth. But, the fluids will eventually all ooze out, right?
They're still foaming rather than oozing, the bubbles releasing a nasty decayed odor when they pop. "You should focus your prayers to Gorphat," Hosheb says, and releases Alptraum's shoulder.. only to grasp his left wing with both primary arms and forcing it to unfold.
"Mother Gorphat, I pray I will survive your trials. I know in Your service I have no need of being a functional male. If ... this is what your wish of my bits is, I accept it with honor," Alptraum thinks while shaking and worrying about that goo. What if it hardens and becomes rubbery? Or does Hosheb intend to inject him again every so often until he 'heals' as much as he can and as disfigured as it can get. He feels the grip on his left wing, and it slowly forced open. His throat catches and he whimpers.
"This may sting," Hosheb warms. "Try not to bite your tongue." The demon then spits onto the exposed vanes. He blob of sputum is incredibly caustic though, causing the skin to burn and leave ragged holes behind. The wings vanes can't be shredded at least, since only Sunala can approve something like that. And she isn't likely to.
"Augh!" comes Alptraum's reply! Sting is an understatement! That burns! Is the intention to leave him flightless, he frets?
It's not like he needs to fly if he's only going to be kept in this cell. After about a dozen holes, Hosheb starts on the other wing. It's like he's spitting out pure lye.
Alptraum only just now realizes this cell might be his actual home. That thought is terrifying, truth be told. He doesn't have long to think about it though before more burning and more screaming as his other wing becomes just as ruined as the first.
He also realizes the two aren't entirely alone in here. There is a scuttling sound moving around the cell.
Alptraum tries to turn his head and see what is moving about in the low light and through the agony he feels.
The candle illuminates a shiny black carapace. It sounds like it's dragging something, so is probably a whip-tail Skedat.
"What is that doing in here, and why?" Alptraum frets as he spots the movement. Hopefully it is just 'decor'?
"Gorphat likes that Nicora has a tail," Hosheb replies. The scuttling gets closer, until the many, many little hooked 'feet' of the Skedat start pulling it up one of his legs.
"You've got to be kidding," Alptraum admits as he feels many grabby legs working its way up his shaking legs. Can this creature actually bind and grow into him as a new part?
Sure enough, the creature 'digs in' at the small of Alptraum's back. It's not just the hooks, but something like fangs as well and seem to make contact with his spine.
There's a burst of pain as all those small grabby legs begin to dig into the small of his back, sinking in deep and hooking on ... who knows what. Alptraum cries out and scrapes his claws into the walls as the creature really digs in, and then bites deep too, settling an armored 'plate' over his butt, probably immobilizing a small section of his back, and leaving a long whiplike armored tail hanging down.
There's another wet, oddly tingly sensation as Hoshen sprays.. something.. around the edges of the Skedat shell. Alptraum can smell burning fur.
"W... what is that?" Alptraum panics and tries to look over his shoulder/wide to see!
"These were created to be armor and weapons," Hosheb says. "Precursors to the armor worn by The General."
Alptraum breathes slowly, trying to let the pain in his back to settle to throbbing and less excruciating. It also gives him a moment to see if the .. bubbling problem down below has eased any or the swelling gone down.
The bubbling seems slower, as things thicken. But some of the bubbles release blood when they burst.
Alptraum reaches down and pokes the flesh here and there, worried about the slow down and if things are gelling up or getting mucus-gummy.
Ouch! It still hurts, but now it hurts deeper from the touch. The bruises haven't gone down any, but that's not a big surprise.
Alptraum swallows, and whimpers. "I am ... bleeding down there again. Do you need to inject me again with more of that goo to ensure I am proper for Mother Gorphat?" he asks of Hosheb, trying to show faith and devotion to Gorphat even if it means more horrible pain.
"It will not matter once you are finished," Hosheb claims. Then the little blades come out and start cutting into Alptraum's back!
"Why w..." Alptraum starts to ask, then grabs onto the wall and cries out in agony again when things start cutting into his back!
At least he cuts feel clean instead of ragged. But then things the size of acorns are inserted, and goo sprayed to cover things up.
At least four of the little 'nuts' are implanted, two on either side. One pair below his shoulder-blades, and the other midway down his back. The incisions followed the flow of the muscle fibers instead of cutting across them at least.
"W... what are you putting in my back?" Alptraum tries to say, and it comes out in a pained hissing growl. He's shaking and having to hold onto the wall to remain upright through this.
"Special seeds," Hosheb says. Something like a.. stem.. still pokes out from the skin and goo-patch.
Alptraum, shaking, tries to reach back and feel one on his lower back and the protruding 'stem'.
The 'stems' are sharp and bony. Horn buds, possibly.. but why horns on the back?
Well, it guarantees no sleeping on his back anymore for sure! Still shaky, he reaches back forward and stabilizes himself on the wall. At least other than his groin, his front has been left alone, and all of his head. Small mercies.
Hosheb starts feeling over Alptraum's head next.
And of course Alptraum whimpers. He should have known ... predicted. He swallows, closes his eyes and tries to keep his head very still. Ears too.
The blades come out again, and slice into Alptraum's ears, splitting them from the midpoints up to the tips. This hurts.
Alptraum leaves clawmarks in the walls! Eeee ears are sensitive, extremely so. And worse, splitting them extensively like that will severely impact sonar function. Dark will be a lot darker if they're left half-split!
Goo is applied to the cuts, which seems counter-productive if the point was to split them. But at least Hosheb isn't adding holes. Although his odd mouth parts begin to work on the other edges now, taking little triangular snips out to serrate the edges.
The nibbling isn't any less painful. Alptraum's jaw is clenched tight and he's breathing hard with hissing breath both in and out as his ears light up like 'fire' in pain as they're worked on. It's also making the room sound odd.
There's not much bleeding, but it adds up as Hosheb works over all the edges. He then clicks a bit as he examines his work.
Not much blood doesn't mean not much pain, though! His ears hurt intensely.
The demon is still feeling over Alptraum's scalp though, as if looking for something.
Alptraum holds still, very, very, still, as his scalp is felt up.
"The Divine Bargorphat must have a crown," Hosheb rasps. "Don't you agree?"
Alptraum twitches. A lot. "Yes. And more importantly, if it would please Mother Gorphat he should. What She desires is always the most important factor," he manages out. It's a real struggle.
Hosheb leans Alptraum's head back until he's looking at the unseen ceiling. Then the blades make semi-circular incision in his scalp, just below the hairline. It doesn't hurt as much as he thought it would, but then he feels the scalp being peeled back.
"Oh Goddess, oh Goddess" Alptraum thinks, head back. The cutting actually hurt less than the ears did, but ... the peeling back of his scalp causes him to nearly panic! His claws are digging into the walls as he struggles to not completely freak out. Is Hosheb removing his scalp?!
The peeling stops at the ends of the incision, leaving a crescent of exposed skull. It then feels like claws and digging into that! But since there aren't any nerves, it's just the pressure, along with some vibration. Whatever Hosheb is doing, it's following the line of the incision.
Standing still during that is nearly impossible. No additional pain, but the pressure and scraping on bone is just as bad. What did he agree to?
It does eventually end, and there's what feels like (or rather, smells like) a layer of goo being applied before Alptraum's scalp is smoothed back into place. Now he can feel.. bumps.. as the scalp covers them.
Alptraum waits until Hosheb is done putting his scalp back. Then with one very shaky hand he reaches up and tries to feel out the ... bumps.
The bumps are sharp, like thorns. They actually come up through the scalp, and Alptraum just didn't feel them tear through due to all the other pain.
"I can't believe I agreed to that," Alptraum thinks as he lowers his hand back to the wall in horror. He's now got an arc of sharp bone 'crowning' him rather permanently.His legs shift, which makes things swing a bit down below and hurt. So he has to reach down and still the sway of his swollen scrotum and bent bit.. Which of course also hurts when they're touched too. But at least they're stilled.
The motion causes the Skedat to swing it's tail forward between Alptraum's legs though, smacking into things.
Which of course makes Alptraum cry out in pain, and he dares to look down to make sure there was no worse damage.
Did.. something pop? Was there a cyst he didn't notice before, because something feels wet down there now.
Alptraum blinks. Now he's looking down and trying to find what popped in a panic!
Some of the swelling is going down.. or draining out. Could things have actually backed up into there? It smells gooey.
Alptraum reaches down to feel the goo then bring some up to sniff it. Does it smell like that injected goo? His goo? He also feels to make sure the parts inside are still, well, inside!
It's a bit mixed, smelling like Hosheb, himself, and blood.
Alptraum breathes out slowly. That's some swelling down at least in the danglies, but his pore bent bit seems to still be the same oversized, deformed, and split bobbing bit of painful flesh. "Should this hole be here?" Alptraum asks Hosheb, nervously, and tries to show him while still facing the wall.
"Holes are important," Hosheb replies. "If it is performing its function, then it should be there."
"I do not think that is how it works, but ... I won't push the point," Alptraum finally says after thinking over just how to respond to that disturbing 'explanation'.
"You will come to appreciate drainage," Hosheb says. Despite his buzzing monotone voice, that manages to sound ominous. "Turn to face me fully," the demon instructs.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Alptraum says, with his back to that horrible monster. And in fact he doesn't turn around at first. Staring at the wall is, right now, calming while he deals with hurting. Still, before things get worse because he wasn't turning ... he eventually turns around to face the demon fully.
Hosheb's primary hands hold the sides of Alptraum's head like a vise, so that he can't move it. Then the blade-tipped appendages come up and move towards the Eeee's face.
THAT causes Alptraum to fight! He's immediately pulling at this hands, trying to get them off his head!
"If you struggle, I will be forced to paralyze you," Hosheb warns.
"I'm surprised you didn't in the first place," Alptraum actually growls. There's a bit more fighting before Alptraum calms down a little and eases up.
Once the Eeee stops struggling, Hosheb says, "This might sting, so you may wish to close your eyes."
"Might sting? So it's going to hurt a lot, then," Alptraum mutters. Still, he does close his eyes! It's better than looking at blades.
The blades begin their dance, and Alptraum can feel them slice into the flesh of his nostrils. It does indeed sting. But when the tiny manipulators begin to peel back the slices it really hurts!
There's both the urge to scream ... AND sneeze. And both he knows would make it even worse. So, he vibrates a lot, and his eyes water. And one foot kicks the wall behind him.
The newly exposed nasal surfaces throb, as Hosheb fashions the cut strips into ragged mockeries of leaf-nosed Eeee. Except there are two leaves, spread and stretched and glued into place with more of Hosheb's goo.
He can't really see it since his eyes are clenched shut, but Dagh it hurts and while he's on one foot, his other is clawing into the wall behind him in pain. "Ow, ow, ow," he hisses out during this when the cutting at least seems done. He's also grabbing the wall since right now he wants to grab and pull those arms off, and thus has to grab something!
Hosheb finally releases Alptraum's head, and says, "Do not touch them until the bio-glue finishes setting."
"Easy for you to say," Alptraum growls, since all he wants to do is push it all back down instead! He does at least finally open his watering eyes.
His voice sounds wrong. Through bleary eyes he can see the uneven shapes at the end of his muzzle. They aren't very big, since there was only so much flesh available, and everything feels swollen. The front of his muzzle is covered in blood and snot as the exposed membranes respond to the irritation of the air by producing mucous.
So of course he sneezes, several times. That means blood and snot splatter on Hosheb.
Even that feels weird, due to the shorted path and wider exit. Hosheb does not respond to being sprayed. He just stands there until the sneezing has run its course. And it hurts, naturally.
And takes a few minutes. And several urges to punch Hosheb have to be ignored. Not that it would do much other than probably break his hand. "That wasn't necessary," he complains.
"Gorphat requested it," Hosheb replies. So for him, it was necessary. He continues to wait for Alptraum to calm down.
"Then Gorphat is angry with me," Alptraum accuses. It takes a while for Alptraum to calm down and stop just ... twitching.
"She wishes to bring out your inner beauty and strength," Hosheb claim, and sickle-tipped appendages begin to twitch, and his tail curls and twists until it's up against his chest. "Do you require restraint, or will you show Gorphat how strong you are?"
"It depends on what you intend," Alptraum replies, warily. "Have I not generally behaved so far ...?"
"You could show more willingness and trust," Hosheb says. "There is no reason to struggle."
"That is easy for you to say!" Alptraum does have to point out. "But ... I shall try to ... endure."
"Such will be rewarded," Hosheb promises. Then the blade-arms lash out and cut two deep incisions near the lower part of Alptraum's pectorals. The ovipositor extends from the tail, below the stinger, and the translucent tube connects to one of the fresh cuts.
Alptraum goes tense and stands even more upright! Pain is good for doing that. His breathing is ... hoarse? Nasally? Pained, assuredly! But for the moment he is somehow managing to stand mostly still, with wide-eyes.
He can see the larva working its way down the tube. It's pale white save for a few hard black elements. Most of those are spines it uses to dig in and make itself unremovable. It reaches the end and pushes itself through the bleeding cut, working its way upward between the skin and muscle.
Alptraum's teeth grit in pain when it starts working its way into the cut and not just the tube. "What ... is that?" he manages out, while still somehow managing to hold still. Is that thing going to eat him from the inside?!
"Support larva," Hosheb says, moving the tube to the second cut so the next larva can embed itself.
"Support of ... what?" Alptraum asks, holding still and looking down at the first cut still. He can feel ... movement. Well, because it hurts!
"Your symbiotes have nutritional requirements that cannot be met by your blood alone," Hosheb says. The first larva is under the nipple now, the skin bulging until a long, slender blue tongue pushes out through the milk duct and waves around for a moment before pulling back inside. Hosheb seals the incision. The other larva is still getting itself into position.
Alptraum is about to ask what symbiotes ... then he gits a bit distracted by that weird blue tongue. His mouth just sort of hangs open during; that didn't hurt so much as felt disturbingly weird. He ends up reaching up and poking that nipple.
The tongue pokes out again in response, and the nipple moves back and forth a bit as the grub repositions itself. The second one has made it into position and extended its tongue as well, so Hosheb seals that incision as well.
"That ... I ... " Alptraum stutters, looking perplexed and a bit weirded out. Well, at least he isn't fighting?
The shape of the larva becomes less distinct after a bit, as things.. inflate. There's definitely fluid being produced, but the effect isn't at all like having breasts. It's more like having half of a melon in size and shape, but without out any real firmness beyond pressure.
Not to mention the size exceeds most Eeee women's chests. Only that they jiggle even more if he moves and he reaches up to poke at them to feel the, well, consistency. Admittedly, this is ... kind of likes, given he's learned to rather enjoy having breasts in general and even male, is quite happy to have them. He lightly squeezes one to see if anything comes out of the nipple.
A foul-smelling viscous slime is produced by the nipple, but rather than flow it forms foam. Each bursting bubble of which smells of carrion.
Alptraum blehs at the smell. "Well, I can't say I care for the smell ... but ... I like everything else. I admit I enjoy ... having breasts, even ones like these," he admits, a little embarrassed.
"It will help for the gestation of the sub-larvae," Hosheb agrees.
That sounds more worrisome! "Sub-larvae?" Alptraum inquires while he continues to play with his chest like an amused child.
"Smaller larvae that will move to other areas," Hosheb clarifies.
"That ... why? Where?" Alptraum has to ask, looking away from his new toys for the moment.
"They should migrate to the bone implants," Hosheb says. "Primarily."
"I ... I guess I will see why," Alptraum finally says, realizing not telling him much is part of the torture and probably part of the point.
"Acceptance is strength," Hosheb states. "This process will take time before it is complete.
"Whee," thinks Alptraum. "So ... does this mean you are done for now?" Alptraum now asks.
Hosheb stands silent for an uncomfortably long time, as if thinking it over. Only his mouth-parts click in a constant rhythm.
"So, I take that as a .. no," Alptraum finally manages to ask. "I am not asking you to stop if there is more to do..."
The demon then says, "Please present your hands."
His hands have been relatively unscathed, and maybe he was hoping they would remain that way. Still, the bat swallows, then holds up and out both his hands. He doesn't even complain!
The stinger of Hosheb's tail touches the back of Alptraum's right hand, while the demon holds it place by the edges. It then starts to push through, between the tendons (but Alptraum's fingers clench when the tendons get spread a bit).
Alptraum's jaws clench a bit, but he manages to keep his hand still. It's not the worst thing he's felt so far, so he's able to bear it without complaint ... for the moment.
The stinger pushes through to the palm, and keeps going for a bit. When it feels like it's going to seriously impact finger function it stops. Then Hosheb's pincers clip off the stinger at the back and palm, leaving a section of it embedded to keep the wound from closing. The stinger immediately grows back though, since Hosheb isn't actually flesh (or chitin) and blood.
Alptraum is twitching a little, and he tries to open the fingers of that hand ... and look at the part stuck in his hand.
It hurts to flex the tendons, since they're not quite straight now from knuckle to wrist, but it only affects his middle fingers. But at least it isn't a toothed dragon face this time.
"Mmogh," Alptraum mutters as he finishes messing with that hand. He's still got his other hand held out, in spite of what just happened.
The same thing happens to his left hand. It isn't very painful, but it also isn't just a quick jab. Eventually both hands are perforated by oblong chitinous tubes, wide enough to pass most of a pinky finger into.
"Are these going to eventually come out...?" Alptraum has to ask. He holds up his hand and actually looks /through/ the hole/
"Possibly," Hosheb says. His tail is still in a piercing pose, however. "Please extend your arms again."
Alptraum's brow goes up. Though looking worried, he does extend his arms out as asked without complaint.
The right arm is grasped, this time at the wrist and elbow. The stinger moves about one third of the way past the wrist before beginning to pierce through. This hurts a bit more than the palm, as there's actual muscle and other important things in the way, as well as the tendons for his fingers. The stinger has to change course now and then on the plunge, especially when threading between the two bones.
Alptraum tenses and hisses out in pain. He looks down so he doesn't watch his arm, which leaves him staring at his breasts, which he likes ... then can see part of his mangled nethers below, which still hurt something terrible as it sticks out all swollen and bent.
It takes much longer for the stinger to get all the way through, and when it's snipped off the entry side of the hole is a bit wider than the exit. Because of the tube, Alptraum's ability to twist the arm is limited now.
Of course Alptraum tries to anyway. It's an annoying limiting bit of movement, but not to the point of making his arm useless at least. So he breathes out in relief. The demon could have fused his fingers to give him two fat fingers and a thumb, or worse ... but so far ... it's not been completely awful!
Hosheb grips the arm again, and starts on a second piercing two-thirds of the way up now. At least Alptraum knows what to expect.
Alptraum grunts, and tries to hold still. There's a bit of shaking though, since this hurts.
Once again, the stinger is clipped at both ends. This time it sticks out a bit further on both sides though, just in case flexing the muscle works the tube out a bit more.
Alptraum checks movement in that arm with the second tube in place.
It's a lot more restricted when it comes to twisting now. He can manage about thirty-degrees either way before the bone and chitin counter one another.
Alptraum grunts, but is not surprised. Gorphat is all about challenges so anything that debilitates is her realm, and in his experience, Gorphat enjoys making Hers very debilitated.
The left arm gets the same treatment, until Alptraum now has six holes (or channels) in total. "I will need you to lie down or raise your leg out straight if you can brace yourself against the wall," Hosheb clicks.
Easier said than done! Moving causes a lot of jiggle down below, which hurts something awful. And arm movement issues make it hard to easily lower down. But somehow he manages to do it and then lift his leg and rests it against the wall.
Of course Hosheb grabs and punctures it like he did Alptraum's hand. The soles of Eeee feet are pretty sensitive, so one when the stinger finally emerges through the palm, the tougher skin there gets stretched before the stinger finally breaks through.
"Ow!" Alptraum growls out at that; that hurt a whole lot more! He's still at least not trying to right it or pull away, at least. Boy he wants to, though!
The broken off stinger feels a lot more intrusive there. Will he be able to grip strong enough to hang upside down anymore? Alptraum barely has time to think about it before the stinger is plunging into his calve.
That makes Alptraum arch up in pain! "Ow, ow, ow," he says over, and over. It also makes his toes splay painfully!
This isn't even the thickest part of the calve yet. It hurts a lot more than the forearm did, and it's going to prevent him from twisting his ankle around properly as well. Maybe there won't be a second hole this time? Things are thick enough near the knee end that the curve of the stinger will be noticeable.
Except Alptraum knows he's likely not so lucky and the odds are there will be. He's going to limp something terrible, at the least with just this. It might even be easier to crawl. Still, he's allowing it and not fighting to show 'devotion'. (Or fear)
Indeed, there is second leg hole made in the predicted spot. It feels like it's takes forever for the stinger to get all the way through, and it also feels so much.. wider. He shouldn't be able to 'feel' a hole, but the way muscles are parted it's obvious where it is. Just one more leg to go, but the recently worked on one feels very jittery.
And his eyes are watering again. While he has a chance he tries to see how much he can actually move that punctured leg before his next one is assaulted too.
The muscles hurt a lot more, so moving it is painful. His toe-fingers seem fine at least, although gripping anything would probably make the leg-pain worse.
Alptraum settles that sore leg against the wall and breathes, preparing for the assault on his other leg. One of his damaged hands also reaches down and feels the state of his poor crotch again, to see if any swelling as gone down, or it's unbent any.
The swelling is still uneven, and the fissures are still oozing. He can feel the goo still draining out of his scrotum too, as it's starting to pool on the flow a bit.
Which is of all things causing Alptraum to think he wants to ask Hosheb to 'refill' him as a show of devotion; to actually ask Hosheb to make it ... worse.
His new weird bosoms gurgle a bit while he has that thought.. just before his left foot gets jabbed.
Alptraum grits his teeth and hisses out! He holds the leg as still as he can, but it still trembles some. There's no way to really prevent that.
By the time the third (and final?) puncture is finished, Alptraum's legs feel nearly numb while also feeling extremely sore. Standing on them may not be something he can manage right now.
Alptraum breathes out, on his back. He lowers his legs a bit, then just stays there for a short bit, breathing. "Great Hosheb," he says, voice a bit cracking, but trying to remain even. "In order to prove my devotion to Mother Gorphat, I ask you to penetrate me through Gorphat's mouth again and fill this useless flesh one more time. I desire to ensure I am forever ruined for any acts with this flesh that would honor Inala in any way. Please. I beg for such to prove that I am committed to Her and show I was not forced, but wished for this." That last part he gestures to his ruined crotch.
"As you wish, Bargorphat," Hosheb says, and picks Alptraum up. "This will help to accelerate the new growth," he claims, bending the bat over so he has to brace against the wall while trying to keep his legs and arms as straight as he can.
Alptraum is already regretting asking, and then the comment about new growth makes him even more worried! But, he dare not recant now. It's hard to grip the wall with his arms in the state they're in, and his legs feel limp. It leaves him bent, spread, and vulnerable, and his heart racing in panic. He's also trying to, well, relax things in back to lessen the pain a little!
There's something a bit different this time. More flexible. It snakes it way up through Alptraum's bowels for quite a distance, and begins to pump out.. something. It feels cold. This doesn't interfere with the hard, inflexible and pointed appendage pushing in and penetrating through to the abused prostate gland again.
The penetration causes an odd expression on his face. The snaking up deep is pleasurable a bit and he actually sighs out a bit, enjoying it ... until it starts to secrete something cold! His eyes get big, and then the other part pushes in; hard, sharp and painful when it hits that prostate again and sinking in deep. "Nnngh," Alptraum grunts out as he tries to bear it. His grip on the wall is weak; he really can't clench like he could before, but he holds on as best he can.
Once more the gland is overwhelmed and the goo flushes through it and any other path it can take, including through cracked flesh of Alptraum's fractured organ, and back into his bladder (ouch) and even causing more goo to leak out of the scrotal drain.
Alptraum grits and bears it. It hurts and he can feel his already hurting flesh swelling up further, stretching a bit further, cracking, and deforming that organ even a bit more. It's an odd assault, intense pain then further inside the flowing of something cold. Very, very, deep, and odd, that sensation. "Thank you, Hosheb, and thank you, Mother Gorphat, for allowing me to prove my devotion with my willing sacrifice of Inala's flesh into something more beautiful, and utterly yours," he hisses.
There's no spoken reply to the statement of devotion, but Alptraum suddenly feels.. good? It's an odd sort of sensation, like a spiritual pat on the head.
"Keep going, Hosheb, please" Alptraum requests, shivering and trying to bear all of it. Perhaps push his limits? He doesn't even know what that other substance is being injected so deep, other than it's oddly cold.
It's also starting flow out, bring the coldness with it. A sharp contrast to the relative warmth of the feeding tube. Hosheb pushes.. not exactly thrusting.. to keep the prostate pumping out goo being injected into it. It smells foul in the places where it's leaking out, but Alptraum's sense of smell is either less sensitive or more sensitive now. It's just too weird to tell.
It is decidedly not pleasurable, and yet it also is in an odd way. Maybe because it's sort of a commune with Gorphat as he endures the filling that makes him 'enjoy' it somehow. "Hosheb, what is ... what is that cool fluid?" he finally manages to ask out. He doesn't ask for the demon to stop though, not even with the utter reek coming from down below where the goo going through is prostate oozes out from his ruined flesh. He also tries to look back his hanging 'breasts' to look at his crotch and gut.
The gut is doing odd things, swelling out where the large intestine is. Below that is.. a mess. Goo is bubbling from the fissures, but even that doesn't stop things from looking so swollen they might literally burst. The pressure is enough to even get around the pinch at the 'bend' in the path.
"Coolant," Hosheb rasps. "To reduce blood flow."
Alptraum's expression is both horrified and oddly fascinated as it's not like he's looking at his own body. He's feeling the pain though. "Why are you trying to reduce blood flow?" he manages to ask. He's keeping an eye on the fissured flesh and will ask for the demon to stop before anything actually bursts, he's just really trying to push to his limit.
"To prevent immune system responses," Hosheb claims. It looks like some sort of very weird purple vegetable down there now.
"I ... I think I'm at the limit in my groin," Alptraum hisses out when the pain gets extreme.
Hosheb begins to pull out before anything ruptures beyond repair. The cold-feeding tube takes longer to withdraw.
Alptraum holds still, just twitching from the intense pain. The odd coolness is actually welcome and a bit soothing, so he doesn't mind that's taking a while to pull completely out. "Thank you, Hosheb, Mother Gorphat," he whispers.
Jingle jerks awake, unsure of where or what she is for a moment. There is both phantom pain and phantom pleasure colliding and confusing her. Was she just with a god, or was she being mutilated in a cave?
Jingle lays there, blinking a bit. She 'tests' herself by reaching between her legs to check her gender and condition. Then the movements of her arms and hands.
Things feel.. normal but also not. Her fingers don't feel right, but she's definitely female.. just not the female she was expecting! She's a Cervani doe, likely a side effect of being with Cernunnos. But there aren't any signs of perforated limbs or butt-hugging battle bugs.
"Huh, I've changed," the doe says as she explores her current form. She also quickly learns that she's still 'in heat' when feeling between her legs reveals wetness and swelling. (But at least no pain or bad swelling!) "Aaaand, still quite ... randy," she mutters.
The only Cervani bucks she knows have likely left Babel by now, unfortunately. Going back to Cernunnos could make things worse! Inala is sure to want her own Cervani after all.
But, there might be cervani-shaped toys! So, she's getting up so she can go check the toy chest for such things. Just in case of course.
The toy chest has many fanciful shapes, some of which must be based on life-casts.. but nothing quite the shape of a Cervani. "Are you supposed to be down here?" Tulani asks in a bit of a challenging tone from right behind the doe.
"Of course I am. I was Jingle a bit ago, then changed due to weird dreams," the doe says without even looking up; now she's just looking for Rhian toys! "So, yes, this is Alptraum, just in a different body. You should know by now I change!"
"But why do you look just like that Earth Mage, Summer Forest?" Tulani asks.
"Because I know her body, and in the dream I was spending time with cervani ... so I ended up like this," the doe answers and looks back. "Would you prefer I look just like you?"
No Rhian-sized toys either! Maybe the Yodhblakat stole them all in the raid? "Huh, so your dreams can make you change?" Tulani asks. "That.. probably isn't good, is it? And what's wrong with looking like me? I'd know it was you in that case."
"Well, the situation is a bit weird since Inala is actively influencing me into a state of maximum, uh, breedability," the doe admits. "This usually doesn't happen on its own. And the problem with looking like you is I can act sexier than you, and thus steal all the hot guys."
Fine! The doe looks for, well, rhugrhat shaped toys then, in honor of Rhugharo!
That search is a bit more fruitful. There's at least one that seems the right size and shape.
"That doesn't make you sexier, just wanton," Tulani claims, crossing her arms.
So, the doe grabs that, though she'd prefer an actual guy over a toy, admittedly. She waves said thing at Tulani as she says, "I should modify this body some to look different, I suppose. And I am wanton, no shame in it."
"Well, unless you're leaving the Nest you shouldn't have to change anything," Tulani says. "Unless you feel the urge to hug the tree."
"I'd go to the Cemetery before the tree," the doe claims and shrugs some. "Any new news I should be aware of? Or needs my help; I just, well, have to remain female for the time being. I think I can use any female, more or less. Probably not Nicora, though."
"Well, Cricket has finally gotten to see the tigers," Tulani reports. "They're still in the infirmary, but have agreed to validate if Mr. Fluff is their boss or not once they can. She's been trying to place the Rhians, since they stand out by their size or skill."
The 'size' comment perks the doe's ears, then she ahems. "Place as in find a place for them, or find out who they are?" the doe asks. She also looks at herself, pondering. "I wonder, if I sort of goth this body up some, I can probably call myself Alsumme, without anyone mistaking me for Summer."
"Maybe call yourself Autumn?" Tulani suggests. "Anyway.. place as in identify.. but all place them in time and location of where they vanished from. So far, airship accidents seem to be modus operandi, since it's easy to just say a missing person is dead."
"Ooo, or Winter, if you can make yourself all white," the Sphynx then says.
"Any way to help with that?" the doe asks as she stretches upwards, and yes she's still holding the toy in her hands. The comment about Winter gives her pause and she does try to see if she can make the pelt go all white.
It's a minor change, overall, and easily done. "You could help with morale, both for Cricket and her charges," Tulani suggests.
"So, you're asking me to be wanton?" Winter asks and puts her hands on her hips. In her current state, her nipples are quite pink and visible, as is the place between her thighs due to her heightened 'state'.
"Or just reassure them," Tulani says with a smirk. "They didn't try to hit on me or anything when I checked in with Cricket."
"Hon, if I'm going to be around them, I'm going to get them to scratch my itch," Winter says, flatly, grins. "Let me find some clothing, select what jewelry I want to wear, and we can go check in with them."