Eeee are not built like Cervani, so it takes some time to find something suitable for Winter to wear. What Tulani turns up is a white dress that is backless and largely sideless as well. The back plunges deep enough for Eeee wings, so is just low enough for the doe's tail to hang over it. The front pretty much hangs from behind Winter's long neck, while also plunging low. To hold everything in place around the hips, Tulani has wrapped a blue scarf that matches Winter's eyes. "I think it works," Tulani says. "Be careful about swishing your tail though, as it'll just spread your musk further."

"You're enjoying this far too much," Winter accuses Tulani and even waggles a finger at her. "One of these days I'll put you in a hormonal state and see how you fare! Hmph!" She also looks more at herself and comments, "I look like a stripper since this stuff would come off so easily. We really don't have anything else?"

"You do know where we are, right?" Tulani asks. "If I can find and single long piece of fabric, I could rig up a wrap-dress. But none of your usual girl-clothes will work with this shape. But from a distance you'll probably just be mistaken for a ghost."

"I know exactly where we are, and it's part of my problem. This place is what is causing some of my hormonal issues," Winter blurts out. Oh great, now she's crying in frustration. Nothing quite like those swings! "We'll just ... make due with this."

Winter swats Tulani right on the butt. And was not at all rubbing some musk on her in the process, then follows after her!

The Laughing Chibix
Deep beneath the upper decks of Cenesta Plaza where no sunlight penetrates is this nondescript looking room-by-the-hour hotel. It's only two floors, given the restricted space, and may be built into one of the plaza supports. There are no windows, as there's nothing to see outside, and the door is emblazoned with a cartoonish looking laughing chibix.

Prancing was actually pretty fun. But there was also the urge to frolic in every patch of flowers that they passed on the rear slope of Mt. Inala. How does Summer manager to just walk? Maybe her robes are extra heavy due to the material components she carries. Once in the city the prancing calms down without being surrounded by nature. "I'll check in with Cricket," Tulani says.

"What I'm not allowed to check in with Cricket too? Is that how it is, hmm?" Winter says. At least it sounds more teasing then accusatory. She's also grateful to be in the city without even more weird urges to deal with in the wilds. Is this also the result of that weird old God and being a wild animal, or somesuch? The city is downright calming! Whew!

"I thought you were going to scratch your itch?" Tulani says with a smirk as the enter the Yodhbarada safe-house. Leaning against the wall outside of Cricket's office door is someone Winter was expecting though: Mr. Velvet. Or actually Adalric Hemstone, now that he's recovered his identity. He's dressed in nondescript clothing, since he and his father are still presumably separated from their resources (which might be why he's there at all). He looks a bit bored and.. peeved? Since he's outside it probably means he wasn't invited inside the office.

Encountering Adalric was not what Winter expected to do. The comment about scratching her itch was more of a joke, and she's actually feeling a bit annoyed with Tulani at the moment for whatever reason. She breathes out, then rubs slowly over her face to try and keep herself calm and not too weird. "Hello," she finally says to him as he stands there looking bored. "I am surprised that you are still here, given you have been identified."

The young buck is startled out of his thoughts, and looks momentarily confused at the doe. He then straightens up, and smooths down his clothes. "Ah.. do I know.. I mean, do you know me?" He's got a bit of an accent that he didn't have before. He also licks his nose.

"Of you. I work with the ones that rescued you," Winter claims and rills her shoulders a little. "Apologies for the clothing; the Eeee don't really keep attire for many species around. I'm sure you experienced that too."

"I don't mind looking like a farmer," Aldaric claims. "Rhian clothes are a bit baggy though. Why don't you have your own clothes?"

"Don't mind me," Tulani says, and slips into the office before closing the door behind her.

"I have a habit of getting them destroyed," Winter claims more and shrugs. "Plus, that one likes to hide them," she adds as an aside quietly when Tulani goes into the office.

"Well.. what you're wearing looks.. good on you," the buck sort of stammers out. "I've never seen a white doe before. They're supposed to be mystical beings according to Chronotopian legend."

"Really? Most people think I just look weird," Winter claims as she loots at herself, and her white arm. "And you're only saying it looks good because I'm almost naked," she adds after, and grins. "So, I'm supposed to be mystical how...?"

"Well.. bringing the change of seasons and also collecting the spirits of the dead to lead them to the summer lands," Aldaric explains. "You aren't Chronotopian I take it?" he asks, and then has to lick his nose again.

"I've traveled so much I'm sort of from everywhere at this point," Winter claims. "Not staying in any one place long tends to leave one without a home. What are you waiting for out here, anyway? Have they not let you leave yet? You and your father, that is."

"He's talking to the Yodhbarada to try and arrange transport," the buck explains, looking at the door. "It is very stressful. All of our goods were lost, and we had been declared dead apparently. Coming back from the dead without being burned is a very complicated process."

Winter leans in and sniffs him. Rubs on him too, in the process. "Well, I can confirm you don't smell dead," she declares, right before she licks his nose.

"Oh.." the buck responds, but it's half nervous honk. "You smell.. uh.. very good.." The baggy trousers he's wearing seem a bit less baggy now.

"Good how? Is it a problem?" Winter asks of him. Then her hands are in the less baggy area. "And dear me, you seem to be having a swelling problem. Tsk. Maybe you need a doctor."

"Uh... I had a room here, apparently," the buck says, looking around. "Probably that open one.." he says, and points down the hall.

"So you do. But not much room down here, it seems,' Winter continues to tease. "Are you suggesting we go there?"

"Yes!" the buck bleats, especially with the teasing. He grabs Winter by the shoulders and lifts her up to carry her to the room.

"Wah!" goes Winter. Which makes her realize how bad she was being! Gah, she really is wanton. Sometimes it's fun, other times it's just plain embarrassing! She wasn't intending to drive the poor guy to this point! But, well, she's certainly made him more pointed!

They're in the room in a flash, which luckily is empty. Aldaric puts Winter back down onto her feet, but her dress is disturbed. The buck's nostrils are flaring and his eyes are very big. "Sorry.." he then says, and tries to put Winter's breasts back under the fabric, but he seems to get distracted midway.

Attempting to do that just makes her dress fall ... and pool at her hooves. Winter looks at him like that was entirely intentional! "You are not sorry," she claims. And in this form (unlike the poor male 'dream') this one still has all her body jewelry ... and now on display.

"Sparkly," the buck says, transfixed. "I.. uh.." he tries to say, but gets tongue-tied. "C-could you.. turn around?" he asks.

That causes Winter's left eyebrow to go up. "Why?" she asks him, looking amused the entire time. Then slowly, she does turn around anyway.

There are fabric movement sounds behind the doe. And then the buck is licking the back of her neck, which gives her a little shiver.

And it makes her ears stand straight up! And honk. "Uuuuh," it's her turn to say as urges kick in quickly that are trying to get her to 'present' to the male behind her. So the fight ensues between the urges, and trying to remain somewhat in control. Which way that's going is apparent when her legs are spread more and she's leaning more forward.

The buck doesn't miss the invitation, and is quickly up inside of her. The height difference makes things.. interesting though. He has to squat a bit, and that's when Winter's hooves touch the floor. Then she's in the air on the up-thrust.

And more honking! There's a bit of flailing around as Winter tries to get on hands and hooves so she's not going up but instead forward! "If Tulani says anything I'll kill her," she thinks, humiliated.

This gets sorted out so that she's got her hands braced against the wall. This position has the buck right against her back as he starts getting into a full rut.

Winter really must be a walking billboard of do me! it seems. She's getting mounted wherever she goes. There's some grumbling at the start, and feeling humiliated by it. But eventually the sensations become quite nice and she ends up moaning and pushing back to assist him in his rut.

It's a bit hard on her back though. But before it becomes painful, the doe is picked up again and moved to the narrow bed, which is much softer on her back. Of course now she's feeling the buck's weight once he gets on top of her.

Well, at least her back quit complaining. Though her inner bits complained when they weren't occupied! Stupid hormones and urges! It's a bit odd, the doe is hugging on the buck, and really grinding on him. Also moaning, and then occasionally grumbling. She feels like some sort of whore at this point.

Before she's too lost in the rut, there's the usual thought: is this Inala wanting Cervani now? But then who triggered her transformation? Was it Cernunnos? And then she's vibrating as the buck goes into overdrive.

Or it was all just weird coincidences and timing! Not everything has a reason per se! Or maybe that's denial trying to help her cope? Soon her head is vibrating against the wall though as Al' goes into overdrive! That makes her arch and honk!

The arch is met with a few slower, deeper thrusts as the buck spurts a few times. This is followed by lots of heavy breathing but less frantic coupling. "Oh.. huhhh.." the buck moans. "I'm Aldaric," he then finally says.

The peaking of the male peaks her and feeling the blooming warmth makes her moan and clench! And then it's more wind-down and panting. "I'm just called Winter, for ... obvious reasons," she wheezes.

"I'm ... something," the doe says reluctantly, then mpph! She wasn't quite expecting the kiss, but quickly finds she doesn't quite mind either.

The buck makes use of his hands, rubbing them over and behind and under the doe. When he does break the kiss, it's to swap positions by rolling onto his back so Winter is on top.

Winter sits on top. "So, am I the first?" she teases. "Are you ready to be a parent?"

The buck blinks. "I think you are," he says. "My memory is still a little foggy. As for being a parent.. let me.. think.." he says, but on think he props himself up on his elbows and licks Winter's nipples.

"Hey! You do know there are risks, and I do know how to find you!" Winter points out. Not that she actually tries to stop him from doing that.

The licking turns to suckling.. but the lack of milk means this isn't one of Inala's imposed forms, probably. It's still feels nice though! When the buck stops, he asks, "Do you want to get married?"

That makes Winter blink. A lot. "No, sorry," she finally answers him. Whether it was the question or the lack of being milky ... who knows? But at least that likely means she won't be spiritually pregnant!

"Are you sure?" Aldaric asks, and starts thrusting up with his hips again. "I don't think I can stop," he claims.

"I'm sure!" Winter honks out! Soon she can't stop either. The urges kick in, then the instincts, and then she's rutting on him. She's starting to wish she had a working chastity device again, or something. Granted it would make her crazy, probably. Well, more crazy.

It doesn't feel crazy though right now. It feels great! Almost like how teen girl gypsy Alptraum feels. Except this time she's the one on top! She can probably do anything she wants with this buck now!

Well, right now it's a pretty single-minded attempt to get him to fountain again. It's almost like an addiction, a need to have a male release inside her. So she's really rolling and grinding on him.

The buck is lying fully back now, and not even trying to keep up. He moans and shudders, but there's no fountain yet. Even a buck in rut has a refractory period to get through.

So she gets evil and just stops moving. Well, except for clenching and releasing. Slowly. To see how crazy she can make him.

The buck snorts, and grabs onto Winter's hips. He puts up with the clenching for a bit, but then starts bouncing the doe up and down with his hips.

So the doe lifts up with her legs and nearly off him when he tries to bounce. She also crosses her arms!

He just keeps rising up to meet her! "Nnnng!" he moans. "D-don't pull away!" he pleads.

She keeps going up and up ... and then suddenly sits down, hard to drive his butt back down tot he bed! "Why not?" she asks, sweetly.

"Because.. I get cold.." the buck claims, but looks relieved once she seated again, and didn't break anything. "I never want to not be inside you. Don't you feel the same?" he says, and licks his nose a few times since Winter's musk is still pretty heady.

Winter peers at him. That sort of proclamation is a bit odd, and really concerning. "You realize you can't be in me all the time, yes?" she asks of him and arches her brow. "Because what you just said is a bit scary."

"Right now, it's what I need," he claims, a bit gruffly. Is he holding himself back?

So, it's her fault. Great. Well, she has to deal with it, then. And so, she starts moving and clenching again. Also pondering hiding in a hole later.

This seems to soothe the buck's expression at least, as he stops trying to take over and go into a full rut again. He does drool too. Winter has noticed that sometimes with Summer. Maybe all Cervani just tend to drool.

So Winter is the one that ends up in a rut herself once she starts moving. And after a bit even she's drooling. Messy! But at least in this mental state she's not freaking out any more.

This does give her the fountain she craves after awhile as well! Aldaric shudders through it though, and the drool makes it look like he's having a seizure of some sort, but he also is clearly enjoying it.

And the doe continues a good while through that and after before she collapses, panting, and glassy-eyed. Also, whimpering.

"Until my scent gets to you again," Winter says in worry. "Not that I mind a hard rut, it was getting ... concerning."

"Kind of hard given the situation," Winter points out. "Right now, I just want to rest a few minutes."

Aldaric doesn't just pretend to be a matress though. He reaches around to both hug Winter and rub her back and shoulders.

Winter just sighs out and tries to relax. "I am sorry my presence has cause problems," she says.

"Problems?" Aldaric asks. "Uh, this was scary, yeah.. but really amazing too. Did you enjoy yourself at all?" he then asks, and nuzzles the top of her head.

"Of course. It's almost always fun, but it was running away a bit," Winter admits. "And it's probably woken up half the building."

"I haven't heard anyone trying to break down the door and complain," Aldaric chuckles, and licks the inside of one of Winter's ears!

"In that case they can wait a bit longer," the buck claims. He's still pretty firm inside Winter, which at least helps ease any urges.

Winter snorts a bit at that. "How is the mood with the people here? Are they coping okay?" she inquires.

"I don't know, they wouldn't talk to me," Aldaric claims. "They seemed happy to see us, but wouldn't say anything about how they knew us."

"Mm. Maybe they were told not to," Winter admits. "For fear it might causes issues with your recovery."

"That's what I figured," the buck says, gently stroking the back of Winter's neck. "I still have trouble accepting that I was.. somebody else for several spheres."

"From what I understand it was a pretty nasty bit of magic," Winter claims as her neck relaxes some. "And some affected worse than others. But, at least now you can possibly return home."

"If we can get Chronotopia to believe us," Aldaric says. "But apparently the Yodhbarada have some influence, even there."

"Hardly surprising, spies tend to be everywhere. And money moves mountains," Winter mutters. "Why wouldn't they believe you? You're obviously not dead."

"Chronotopia is cautious," the buck explains. "Bosch sometimes produces doppels, creatures that can impersonate people." He then hmmms.

"Surely that is detectable," Winter comments. "I also suspect Chronotopia wouldn't care for the one that saved you. Since he's a monster of a sort."

"They just need to care that we were kidnapped and held against our will," Aldaric says. "I want to make love to you," he then states. "No rutting."

"Yes, but I could see them arguing that the monster that saved you corrupted you, or some such," Winter says, "Zealots will always find a reason." The statement then gives Winter some pause. "Okay ... " she says nervously.

Aldaric carefully takes Winter and rolls her onto her back. He then starts to kiss her while gently massaging her breasts. This is somehow more arousing than when she was in the throes of hormone-induced passion.

Winter is still wary of this, so things are a bit halting and unsure. Eventually, though, she seems to relax at least a little when he's not trying to pound her through the bedframe. She even eventually kisses back, which is a bit of learning since it's a new mouth, so to ... speak.

The notion of cool-down sex is weird. But it gives them both time to actually savor things. Winter can feel the buck's muscles ripple as he moves against her, and his shape inside of her. It's very.. warm and comforting.

It's still a bit nerve-wracking at first until things get underway and don't spiral out of control this time. Much slower movement and roll-grinds, and even the oddity of the shape being both unfamiliar and perfect at the same time being an interesting experience. It's also one of the times it's a nice reminder of how good it feels when someone is inside. It does re-enforce the enjoyment of being female, and how much at times it's actually preferable. Even being Nicora has an allure since she's technically female.

Winter still peaks, despite the relaxed nature of things - they're just more drawn out over a minute or so instead of explosive. From the sounds and shudders, Aldaric is going through the same thing.

And this time softer moans go along with it, but also more drawn enjoyment of it. Each bloom of warmth deep inside is almost euphoric. It's actually a sensation that could be scary and threaten to drive her further into a gender preference. Especially since the last experience as a guy was horrible. But that is over and hopefully was just a bad dream and not some sort of actual reality. Sure, that form was entered too, but that didn't feel nice at all.

The buck has to stop and go back to kissing and suckling and massaging every so often, but then he's right back at it again. It does start to build up a bit, as the doe's bits get more and more sensitive. And in the end there's thrusting once Aldaric realizes it's making Winter peak each time. But after that the buck half-rolls them so they're on their sides.

"Moment," Winter says as she comes up with a solution of a sorts. She lifts off the buck, shifts, and then pushes him slowly up into her other passage since that won't be nearly as stimulating to her at least. "If you need to keep going, this will be okay for a while," the uncomfortably full doe claims.

"Tight," the buck blurts. But he does start up again, eventually pressing the doe belly-down into the mattress as he builds up steam.

It's tight for Winter too. Bordering on uncomfortable until things get a little better at relaxing. Then if feels 'nice' but no mind-blowing buildup risk, so a good outlet to let the buck finish up any pent needs. It also does tend to make her think a bit more of Gorphat and that in spite of the agonies, there are times even She can be enjoyable in her own way.

Aldaric stops, panting, and pulls out so he fall to the side. "No.. more.." he moans. "It'll fall off like my antlers.."

And then there's a grunt as Winter pulls herself off. "Probably not, but ... best to be safe," she agrees and just settles back down to relaxing

The buck's arms aren't about to fall off, so he uses them to cuddle up to the doe. "This bed is pretty comfortable once it has been beaten into submission," he admits.

That makes Winter snort. "Oh, no it isn't, you're just worn out and it seems comfortable. Cold boulders probably would too," she claims.

"Ha ha," Winter mutters and blows a raspberry. "I can't lay here forever you know."

"You can still move then?" the buck asks in astonishment. "I can't feel my toes." That's probably a Cervani joke.

Winter tests by wiggling various bits, and then nods. "I sure can," she comments, "And also, that joke was beneath notice..."

"It works best on non-Cervani, I grant," the buck says. "My brain is finally getting the blood it needs, and is struggling to re-adjust."

"You should either take a nap, or get a bath," Winter comments, "Or both. I should get up and check on things." And she does indeed try to, well, get up.

She's a bit stiff in places, like the small of her back, but moving helps with circulation. "Do they have a bath here?" Aldaric wonders.

"I'm sure they do," Winter says as she does a few exercises to stretch out and get parts moving again. Then she's grabbing her dress, and fights for a bit to actually get it on.

It shouldn't be that hard to get into, and her body isn't fighting her to keep it off at least. She's still feeling 'satiated' for now.

And so she manages to get back in, but her tail still hangs out, alas. No way to not be scantily clad in this thing. Still, it makes her feel 'pretty'? She oddly likes feeling pretty. And ponders visiting the Art place nearby, but then realizes she has no reason to, nor any ideas on what she'd want them to do ... so it would be silly to do so. Probably just weird urges from hormones.

The hall outside is empty. Nobody's lined up! But Winter isn't sure just how much time has passed while she was with Aldaric. His father didn't come looking for him, nor did Tulani come looking for her.

So maybe no time at all passed? She goes to try and listen at the office door to see if anyone is still in there.

Doe ears aren't as large as Eeee ears, but they have a greater range of motion so she can put it right up against the door. She hears.. scratching. A quill on parchment, perhaps.

A moment later the door cracks open and a silver eye in a brown face peers out. "Hello? Did you come with Tulani?" Cricket asks.

"Yes, it's just me, Cricket, in yet another weird body," Winter comments. "Has she left me here alone?"

"She went with Albrecht to the port," Cricket says, opening the door further. "You've been here all this time?" she asks. "You look odd in white."

"That is what makes me look odd?" Winter has to ask. "Not being a cervani, or a girl? How long ago did they leave? When should they be back?"

"They left.." the Eeee says, then pauses to look back into the room, ".. 85 minutes ago. I don't know when they'll be back. I do like your dress, and the bigger irises. What's weird about does though?"

"We have weird feet. And that long ago? Good grief. She didn't even come looking for me," Winter says a bit put out.

"She said you might be off with the Cervani boy and shouldn't be disturbed," Cricket says, finally inviting Winter into the room. As usual it has islands of order and spots of clutter, with the desk being the usual nexus of chaos.

Winter does enter. "Is everything going generally fine here?" she asks as she finds a place to sit down for a bit.

The chairs aren't exactly soft, and the doe's butt is still a bit tender, so the bed might be best. "Well.. I hadn't really prepared for dealing with certain foreign bureaucratic issues," the Eeee admits. "Luckily the Hemstone family follows an old Chronotopian tradition that could make things easier but also... harder."

"And it doesn't help they were saved by a shape changing monster," Winter comments as she ends up sitting on the bed. "What tradition might help?"

"Rings," Cricket says, and points to finger (which does not have a ring on it). "Specifically rings with sliding or hinged compartments that were used to store plaits of hair or fur. Wedding bands especially."

"Why does that help? And I already have lots of rings ... in me," Winter comments.

"Albrecht's wife has a ring with his fur in it," Cricket explains. "A Life Mage can take that and use it to confirm the stag's identity. If Chronotopia trusted magic."

"Which they do not," Winter says, "And it doesn't help their son prove his identity."

"She has his first set of shed antlers," Cricket says. "So it's more a matter of having her take the samples out of Chronotopia to somewhere the men can meet up with her and have them all validated, get official documentation, and take that back to Chronotopia."

"And I doubt she would want to come here," Winter muses and nods. "Which I wouldn't blame her if so."

"Tulani is trying to see what options there are for the men," Cricket says. "She's better at travel arrangements than someone who's never left Babel, after all."

"Unless she gets in a fight at the docks," Winter comments. "I feel so useless lately. I've been more of a detriment, than useful."

"How so?" Cricket says, sitting on the edge of her desk. "Didn't you just stop all the Royal Mages?"

"Well, no, not quite. There's still one more out there, I thought," Winter claims. "Or maybe I'm mis-remembering, but I was pretty sure there as one more off in Saskanar or the like."

"But not causing trouble here hopefully," Cricket says, and makes a holy gesture of warding (which is just putting her finger to her lips and making a hush sound). "And you've been to Mt. Zakaro, I know. Anything you can tell me about it that won't make Zakaro mad?"

"Well, they're trying to find a new place in the city, and will be trying to partner with the mage's guild. In quiet of course," Winter says. "Hopefully that will work, but there is a lot of mistrust to work through there."

"Well, they did use to hunt each other's members before the Coalition," Cricket says, tilting her head to one side. "So what sort of common ground have they found?"

"That each of them have people that don't quite fit in one, but would be more effective with the other," Winter says, "And there are skills that simply don't exist on one side or the other, but the city needs. It's more now finding where they compliment so they can work together."

"You mean.. literally together or figuratively together?" Cricket asks, leaning forward. "Because seeing a mage and a Yodhzakaro together on a job would be priceless!"

"Hmmmm," Cricket muses. "They will need to know what needs doing that would require both then."

"Being amused for a greater purpose is still doing something for a greater purpose," the Eeee argues. Then hops from the desk to feet and comes closer to the doe.

"I never said it didn't," Winter remarks, smug in winning that argument. She even sways her legs. "What?" she asks when Cricket gets close.

"I've only seen one Cervani doe," Cricket claims as she examines Winter's face. "I'm trying to figure out if you copied her or not. It's hard to tell with the fur all being white."

So ... Winter returns the fur back to the color it was by default. "Better?" she asks. "Here I thought you were wanting to seduce me."

"Wait.. hadn't I already?" Cricket asks. "It has to be done over every time you change?" She feels one of Winter's ears.

"When you saw me naked, surely!" Cricket claims. "I'm one of the prettiest Yodhbarada you know," she says as she tosses her hair a bit and turns look at Winter with a bit of side-eye.

"I've seen you more than naked," Winter points out, then lets her dress fall around her. "And now you can see me naked."

"Hmm," the bat goes as she looks over the nude deer. "I like the tail," she says. "And the ears, because they can move around a lot."

"It wouldn't be as fun as my eye and boobs though," Cricket claims. "And I prefer your horny teenager form, to be honest. He just jumped me that one time!" She smiles wide at that. "I think you liked it too."

"Aww, you're not going to jump me?" Winter teases more. "I can't exactly be male right now thanks to Inala."

"Divine interference! Unfair," Cricket claims, but still has an odd look in her eye.

"Complain to Inala. I'm sure that would go well," Winter deadpans, and arches her brow.

"Noooo, I wouldn't complain to Her," Cricket says. "So you can't use your shadow magic like this? You changed your color.."

"Use it how? I can be anything female and color that I know. That's about it," Willow points out. "Is there something wrong with me being this gender?"

"Well.. why is Inala doing it?" Cricket asks. "Is there a specific thing you have to do or something?"

"She has me, er, in heat. Can't you smell it?" Winter says, a but nonplussed. "Probably to make a point she can control me."

"I'm surrounded by unwashed men all the time," Cricket notes. "My nose has been asleep most of the time. I can complain to Barada if you think it will help? Inala likes Barada after all."

Winter actually reaches over, takes hold of Cricket's neck, and pulls her face down into her lap. "I bet you can now," she comments, "And no, it's best to just let this run its course."

"And you could lick," Winter teases, holding her there for a bit before letting go.

"I could, but I like you like this more," Winter admits. She pats next to her. "So, why don't you relax and lie down and I'll just see to you, creatively."

The Eeee sits on the bed, then asks, "Is that going to help your condition though?"

"Probably not, but that's okay," Winter admits as she turns a bit and proceeds to try to undress Cricket right there. "I'm considering this practice for having, to, uh, serve the Goddesses without getting relief," she claims. Maybe she's thinking about that weird Bargorphat dream; there's no enjoyment to be had with that form at this point.

Cricket's just got her robe on. No underclothes! "They'd make you do that?" she asks in surprise.

"Some would," Winter claims as she pushes a bit to get Cricket to lay back. She's definitely remembering some of the dream, and the phantom pains, she had earlier as she said that. "So, just close your eyes and relax," Winter requests as she gentler strokes her fingers along Cricket's front, just exploring a little to see if she will actually relax.

Cricket closes her eyes, but says, "This sort of thing is usually only done in the temple.." She does start to relax after more of the soft stroking though.

"Well, it's what I can offer today and I'll enjoy it in my own way," Winter claims as she continues that gentle caressing. That goes on and then after a bit the doe leans in and actually kisses and licks the bat, starting at her neck and shoulders and slowly working down.

Winter huffs. And soon she's at the level she can nurse on the bat, and does. Thicker lips and tongue for sure, and more suction. And what part isn't nursed gets massaged.

It's very different with the narrower, longer muzzle. And with the nursing and massaging comes milk, and happy bat noises. It also makes Winter's loins wake up more as well, and her tail automatically begins to fan the aroma around.

And Winter switches between each a few times as she thoroughly nurses and 'drains' the bat. Sadly, all she can think of is when she was mobbed by the Yodhmabb and now nice it was at first, and how down hill it went quickly. At least thinking about horrible things is helping keep her own urges down some. And downward she continues to kiss, pausing to actually lick into Cricket's navel.

"Ahh!" the bat squeaks, and her arms and legs actually rise up for a moment. Apparently she's ticklish there.

Winter snorts and continues downward. The kisses get to more sensitive areas, and she lingers and slows. Then it's careful parting of Cricket's legs, and Winter leans down, and in, and kisses her right on her gate. Slow, gentle, and soon with the thicker tongue parting and pushing.

No matter how gentle she is, Cricket reacts with noises and jerks of her hips and legs and feet.

And Winter uses those noises and movements to really 'fine tune' the slow kiss. She's really trying to make the bat squirm..

Cricket does squirm, quite a bit, but starts to talk as well. "There! No.. wait.. Yes! THERE!" she seems to blurt out at random.

Winter keeps tracking those moments of 'yes!' and 'there!' and tries to make them happen more often, and quicker, and get things to really build up!

There's a knock on the door, which then opens. "Cricket? Are you ready for.." Mr. Fluff starts to say, but then goes quiet. "AHAHAAAH!" Cricket.. cackles.. and grabs at the air with her feet.

Winter is trying to not laugh! She's also trying to see how long she can make Cricket cackle like a loon. One thing about spending time as Yodhinala and trained by one; Mave has taught her well on this kind of pleasing, at least!

Of course, that was using Mave as a subject. Cricket is much younger and certainly not as used to it! Mave never laughed uncontrollably.

Still, it means she got Cricket to where she wanted! Granted it also means all Winter smells is hormonal bat, but that's fine! She's having fun making Cricket cackle!

During the cackling and squirming, Winter feels her tail brush against something behind her!

Winter knows it's Mr. Fluff. She spreads her legs a little and flicks her tail up invitingly while she keeps working on the bat. Boy, and things swollen and wet underneath that stub-tail.

The Lapi certainly takes the invitation, and also holds onto Winter's hips. Each thrust pushes her nose into Cricket though, which makes her ooo and ahh, since it probably feels like what she's used to from Alptraum.

And admittedly, it does help with her 'needs'. Inala-induced cycles are 'no joke'. So Winter pushes back, then forward. Tongue and nose tending to Cricket, her own needs tented to by the lapi. It's quite the enjoyable moment being in the middle of the two!

The only downside is that it makes her want to sneeze, so she has to lick her nose clean every so often. The Lapi at least keeps to a steady pace, without any surprise thrusts that might cause problems. Cricket is apparently unware, or too focused on herself to notice his presence.

It's a bit of an act between the doe and the lapi to get things to flow and sync well, but it seems to be working. To Winter of course it feels amazing; there's nothing quite like having a guy in her, in this condition. She just ... needs it. Still, she has to retain some focus and keep Cricket in her happy-place too, using tongue and nose shape to make up for not having the 'proper' equipment for Cricket.

There are few surprises here and then, like when Fluff leans nearly flat against her back and tries to nibble an ear.. but can't reach and settles for the back of her neck. And when Cricket grabs Winter's thighs with her feet suddenly.. and goes quiet, other than her labored breathing. A good hint that she might be close to a release.

The neck nibble is nice! She does enjoy the feeling of someone draped over her back like this. Mmmm. And then the signal from Cricket. There's a bit of shifting and moving, then catching of Cricket's orb, which she nurses on now to see if she can kick the bat over the cliff.

It's a lot easier without fangs to worry about! And it sends Cricket over the edge, which makes her arch her back - which bucks her hips upward and causes a minor collision of craniums for the doe and buck. When she gets her breath back, the young Eeee cackles a bit more, but softly so she doesn't pass out.

Ouch! Her head hurts! But other parts of her feel good, so overall it's a win? She keeps up that nursing; gentler now, trying to keep things heightened, but not overwhelming. Now she's rolling her hips and really enjoying the lapi behind her. She wishes he were bigger, but .. he still feels amazing anyway! She's having her own little peaks and bursts now.

After the collision, Fluff doubles down on what he can reach, and starts to fondle Winter's breasts (which he can't even see). Being bent over probably makes them seem bigger too. Cricket is also getting a bit grabbier. She hasn't let go of the doe's thighs still, and is now reaching for her head.

Winter doesn't let up. She's a bit lost in the hedonism of the moment. For some reason tending to Cricket while being taken by the lapi is really driving her into rolling waves and bursts of bliss. She doesn't even notice someone reaching for her head!

Cricket has Winter's ears! She doesn't pull on them or anything, just rubs them between her fingers. They're softer than an Eeee's ears after all, lacking that reinforcing pseudo-cartilage ribbing.

That feels nice! Winter's eyes have closed at this point and she's just riding out the bliss of the moment, strong scent of Eeee, weight on her back, caresses, fondles, and being filled. It doesn't get any better!

"Hey!" Cricket says, finally opening her eyes and noticing the Lapi. "I guess that musk is strong!"

Winter's comment to that is just a muffled agreement! And lots of hip rolling. Then she peaks, hard, and suddenly. Now she's arching her back, squirming, and bleating into Cricket!

"Ahaha!" Cricket bursts into sudden laughter at the bleating! Mr. Fluff actually starts humping a bit more energetically after that.

It does sound rather silly, and makes weird air-puffs in sensitive places in Cricket! Boy is she clenching on the Lapi at this point too as he goes faster!

The buck remains quiet, but does pinch Winter's nipples. Cricket puffs air back out at the doe, probably involuntarily! She hasn't let go of the doe's ears or thighs, the latter keeping Winter stable against the buck's pushing.

The pinching just makes for more bleating! And clenching! She can really grip without her hands! Now she seems to be singularly focused on making the lapi fountain just to cool herself off a bit!

The buck is a bit undersized, which makes it all the more difficult to get really tight around him. Eventually though, Mr. Fluff succumbs to Winter's efforts and shudders against her back.

Small, but satisfying! Winter sighs out, shivers, and grips as her urges abate a little as Fluff releases. And then after a bit she goes limp.

Cricket releases Winter's thighs, and drags up into a hug before letting her lie on her back next to her. This might be so the bat can cool off, since having her wings under her the whole time just left her ears for dumping body heat! Then Mr. Fluff climbs over as well, possibly to get a look at Winter's face.

Winter goes limp and pants a bit, laying there. When she spots the lapi looking at her, she arches her brow. "What?" she asks of him.

"You're cute!" the Lapi says. Then he starts massaging Winter's breast with one hand.. and fondling Cricket's with the other. This leads to nursing as well, with breaks as he switches between them.

Winter just rolls her eyes a little and lets them close as she enjoys just relaxing, and being nursed on. She especially enjoys that, really; she's gotten used to having them. It's also a 'bright spot' for the Bargorphat that he sort of has them, those are actually a good memory!

Soon Winter is the sole subject of the Lapi's attentions, so is getting both breasts tended to. Before long he's also back inside of her, and from this position there's a bit more stimulation of her orb, even though the buck is going slow but brushing across it for longer.

Which of course ramps things up again. Son she's in sort of a rut, wrapping her legs around him and roll-grinding like mad for the stimulation.

There's nursing as well during the rolling, but Fluff does start matching the urgent grinding. Since there's no third party to worry about, he can go all out. Which for a Lapi is pretty fast, but there's plenty of lubrication so nothing catches on fire. Since he isn't really recharged yet though, he just keeps going and going.

Which means Winter peaks at some point, and just sort of stays there in this massive haze of bliss as she arches, rolls, and moan-bleats. Poor doe, so , so, slutty.

Fluff probably has a few peaks himself, just without the fountain yet. He also moans in that squeaky Lapi fashion. "Wow, you can really just keep.. going like this?" Cricket asks Winter in awe.

"Right now, yes. Inala has a hold on me," Winter whines. And soon moans, bucks, and almost growls even!

The Lapi finally fountains, and falls forward to rest. Due to their height differences, this lands his face on the doe's collarbone.

"Ow!" complains Winter. Now she lays sprawled, and exhausted! But, at least she doesn't feel exceedingly aroused right now, so ... win? She lays there, wheezing.

"Oh.. Mr. Fluff.." Cricket says. "I'm going to have the tigers come and meet you tomorrow, to see if they recognize you."

"Mff?" the buck queries, not moving his face.. much. He does nuzzle one of Winter's breasts.

"So if all goes well.. you won't remember any of this," the Eeee says cheerfully.

Winter weakly lifts a hand and lifts the lapi's head. "You might need to tell him again," she says.

"I heard," the Lapi says, and flicks his long ears. "So.. I'd better make of the most of this while it lasts!" He then reaches out squeezes one of Cricket's breasts again, making her squeak!

"Good thing you're already in a bed then," the bunny says. "Do you want me to behave though?"

"I'll just keep you warm then," the buck offers. He is like a heated fluffy pillow.

And so for the moment, Winter closes her eyes and just rests. Third time since she's arrived here in some fashion! She needs a break!

For once, Winter had a good sleep. No weird dreams or showing up in strange places. Maybe it was muttering bunny blanket that helped. She still woke up feeling rutty though, which was a bit awkward as the Cervani were also there along with Tulani as she gave Cricket the travel itinerary.

Winter rubs over her face and sits up. Trying to ignore the urges, she grabs her skimpy dress and pulls that back on instead. "Ah, you're back, good," she says as she breathes through her mouth and less of her nose to avoid scenting the male.

"Glad you're happy to see me," Tulani says, grinning. Adalric is on the other side of his father Albrecht, who is blocking his view of the doe and vice versa. Although he does try to lean back to look at her when his father is leaning forward to confirm some details on a piece of paper.

"You trapped me here," Winter accuses Tulani and even waggles a finger at her. Then she's finally standing up and trying to cover herself at least a bit modestly. "Able to find everything you needed at the docks?" she asks

"Doing what I do best," Tulani claims. "Passage to Zannara, now that the piracy problem has somehow gone away, then from there to Little Rephidim West, on to Rephidim and finally to Abu Dhabi."

Winter whistles. "That will take a while. Hopefully your ship will have a tail," she jokes. "How much did the passage cost, though? Were there enough funds to cover, or is the city covering?"

"Well, the funding is coming from the Yodhbarada with some help from the Coalition," Cricket says.

Winter assumes some is probably most from the coalition, but doesn't press the matter. "The main thing then is to make sure your identity is proven without a doubt so you can get home safely. Is that to occur in Rephidim?" Winter asks.

"Abu Dhabi," Tulani says. "It's easier for Mrs. Hemstone to get a direct flight to there from Blitzheim."

"She has other obligations which preclude her from spending extended periods away from home," the elder stage explains.

"Other children," Winter assumes, and nods. "I am glad she should be able to help you in Abu Dhabi. I am sorry for your experiences in Babel; the government is trying to end the corruption and groups responsible for your imprisonment here. I do hope you will be able to see Babel again when it is ... better."

"We saw reason to do business here before," the stag says, implying that they still intend to.

"And I hope you do again. The people here are fine, there are just some that ... well, all cities have issues. Again, we are sorry for your problems," Winter says and bows.

"Magic and religion can twist a society.. if one is not careful," the Cervani says, adding that bit at the end no doubt in deference to Cricket. Chronotopians are not fond of either magic or religion.

"Well understood, and being addressed," Winter says, and nods. She gives Cricket an apologetic smile.

"We're all trying to be better in Babel," Cricket claims. "Starting with helping the victims of renegade mages."

Alptraum nods. "Is there anything you need me to do or follow up on?" Winter asks of Tunlai and cricket.

"We'll be contacting our.. agents.. along the route to make sure everything goes smoothly," Tulani promises. "And arrange for the Life Mages in Abu Dhabi."

"I think we've got this part covered," Tulani says, but sounds tired. "We still have all of the other victims to sort out still."

"All right," Winter says, nodding. "But you should get some rest soon. You look worn out. None of us are any good to help others if we are too tired."

"We've all earned a break.. except for Cricket," Tulani says. "I'll be bringing the tigers over later."

"Tigers! That sounds dangerous," Aldaric blurts. Who will protect Winter, he's probably thinking.

"I have to handle the interview with the bodyguards, to make sure they understand everything. I don't know what the mages were able to explain or not," Cricket says.

"All right. Do you need me here for that ...?" Winter asks. "Or would you want me here?"

"If you're willing to stick around, sure!" Cricket says cheerfully. "Your presence might keep Mr. Fluff calm."

"I would hardly call what he did as calming!" Winter blurts out. "When will they get here?"

"I have to go fetch them," Tulani says. "So.. when we're all done here I suppose."

"Well, I can go with, stay here, or head back," Winter offers. "What would you like me to do?"

"You can come with me to Mage's Tower if you like," Tulani says. "We'll probably need to bring the doctor back with us though."

"That doctor? Ugh, she'll complain the entire time," Winter mutters. She also realizes she'll need to change forms before she goes there, looking like a bleached Summer may not go over well!

Tulani probably realized that as well. Winter could go as the Skeek of course.. who is a double of Mage Trilby herself. She could be nice to people and cause all sorts of confusion because of it.

Or she could go as any other forms, including her own female form, which is quite nice looking and busty! Really, it's better to go as anyone other than a clone of one of the mages. The fallout from that could be difficult. "Well, if you don't mind me preparing before going I can go," she says.

"All right. Mind if I use an empty room to get organized?" Winter asks of Cricket.