Once in a private room, Winter is able to try changing into something more useful for escorting tigers while still being female. Willow would be problematical once returning to the inn, even if that form is the least likely to be effected by the breeding urge. In the end, the chosen form is that of Shredda, a Vartan waitress that Alptraum copied while looking into the odd pirate attacks that targeted the Yodhrephath.
The Vartan is a bit on the thin side, which makes her about the same size as Tulani (except in the chest, where Shredda is noticeably larger). The crest of crimson feathers are a big contrast with the grayish-white, speckled feathers and lower hide, but the Vartan should be able to handle things will if the tigers need to be subdued.
The problem is with the dress she currently has. It works well for the wings and tail, but 'rides up' whenever she moves, and the deep-necked front barely covers anything and risks bunching up completely between her breasts.
"Ready yet?" Tulani asks from the other side of the door.
It was a struggle to find a shift that works, especially since she's got her jewelry in. But amazingly, the vartan worked out for the most part, just with the nose ring curling on top of her beak since it goes through the nostrils positioned there. Somewhat odd look, but it works and doesn't make it much harder to breathe. Clothing is a bigger issue, though. "Eh," Vartraum squawks, "Gotta form that works, but I need new clothing for it. What I have is not gonna work. I need a skirt and a loose shirt, at minimum."
The door opens and Tulani comes in, and then blinks in surprise. "A Vartan!" she says. "Useful," she adds, and then looks over the bird's torso. "One of my shirts should fit you.. maybe not too loosely though. But a skirt would definitely.." She stops there, and wrinkles her nose a bit. "And some perfume powder, maybe. Are you good to fly back to the Nest like this at least? I don't think anything Cricket's got will fit any better."
There's definitely a horse-scent in the room; and it doesn't help it any that her 'feminine wiles' between her thighs are twitch-winking due to her 'condition'. The movement is a bit distracting. "Yeah, I can fly back fine with what I have," she agrees as her legs shift due to the weird sensations. "Haven't used this body, feels kinda weird, and of course randy. But I can manage."
"Great, let's go right now before that scent gets to the Rhians and Vartan here," Tulani says.
"Good idea," Vartraum agrees. She grabs her 'dress' amd wraps it around as best she can quickly, then she's ready to get going.
"Also, what name are you going to go by?" Tulani asks as she opens the door and checks that things are clear.
"No idea!" Vartraum quips ... and finds grinning is hard. Beaks don't really ... move. "How about Ava Skye?" she suggests.
"Sounds good, Ava," Tulani says. "All clear, let's fly!"
Ava gives a thumbs up, and as the pair leave, Ava does leave quite a scent in her wake. Pity any equine-likes that come through that before it can fade! But off into the air they go.
The hardest thing to find in the Nest's collection of clothing was the skirt. One of Tulani's vests handled things above the belt, thanks to adjustable laces (although it did leave a band of belly-feathers bare. The skirt turned out to be something called a 'kilt' that a Rhian guest had left behind. Ava couldn't resist sniffing it though to see if it still smelled of stallion (it didn't). It conveniently had pockets as well, so sachets of potpourri can help mask things a bit. There aren't underpants options, and Tulani assured her that flying with something shoved up there would only result in a broken toy.
"I wasn't even considering pushing a toy up in there while flying. That would be crazy," Ava squawks, "But ..." There's a bit of rummaging and then the threading of chain through the piercings down below. A use for the chastity chain! Once in place and snug it's helping counter the twitching, and also helps with the scent combined with the potpurri pouches. So, on that goes. Mind, it feels really odd having moments of involuntary pulling when things try to flex, but find the snug chain keeping things closed. She can deal with it, though. "Y'know, I kinda look good as a Vartan," Ava declares as she checks herself out in the mirror. "Great chest and hips. This is definitely something to use more often," she preens.
"Just not where the original is likely to cross paths," Tulani cautions. "Vartan identical twins are not a thing. Are there any stallions at the Mage's Guild that you know of?"
"Are you that worried I'm a walking rut-trigger?" Ava has to ask and even puts her hands on her hips. "And no worries about twins, I can change color, remember. And I only remember a mare there, no guys."
"Good, you need to be focused on the tigers," Tulani says, and heads for the secret passage.
"I can bed a tiger," Ava quips, then gets grumpy she can't grin. "You're just mad because my chest is nicer than yours."
"I have a nicer smile," the hybrid counters.
"That's a given, I can't smile," Ava agrees, and follows after Tulani. She's walking a bit funny; that chained twitching feels so odd.
The twitching eases up once she's flying though! The guards at the Tower landing stand a bit straighter once the two arrive. "Are you a Yodhsunala?" the younger one (there's always a younger one) asks Tulani.
"She's grumpy enough to be one," Ava squawks, "But nah, she isn't."
"Not an Eeee," Tulani points out. "I'm with the Yodhbarada, and this is my assistant Ava. We're here to escort some tigers and Mage Trilby to a meeting."
The guards wince at the mention of Trilby.
Ava wiggles her talons hello. "Allo, I'm Ava," she squawks.
"Alright, I was told to expect you," the senior guard says, and blinks at the wiggling talons. He opens the door for the pair.
"Onward! Stripes to transport!" Ava declares, loudly, and marches forward, and through, the door.
It's easy to be loud as a Vartan, Ava is finding. And also to watch people move out of her way and press up against the walls.
Bombastic is quite appropriate, and Ava takes big, clomping, steps. "I think I like this body," she thinks.
"Don't scuff the floor," Tulani cautions as the make their way down to the infirmary. Ava gets a lot of surprised looks, given that Vartans famously hate magic. The students in the infirmary do not back down, though. Nothing is scarier than their boss.
"Who is stomping around out here!" Trilby demands, bursting from her office, with the sort of attitude of someone who is hungover. "Oh, Tulani. And.. your personal feather groomer?"
"I wanted to some extra muscle, just in case," Tulani says. "Are the tigers ready?"
"Ava!" the vartan nearly shouts and thrusts out her hand to Trilby. She might be intentionally being loud, maybe. "We're here for the stripey cats." Master of the obvious, this one.
Trilby takes one of Ava's talons and gives it a little shake. Skeek probably aren't that comfortable around large predatory birds.
Given their hands are as big as a skeek's head, probably not. "And you," Ava says, "We're supposed to kidnap ... take you too, I think."
"Of course you are," Trilby says. "My patients may still be in a fragile state. They claim it's from a lack of meat, but I think they're just picky patients."
"If they give problems, I can thump them good," Ava claims, and even punches her left palm with her right fist.
"Do they have pants and can walk though?" Tulani asks.
"Yes," Trilby answers. "We have pants for them. Loose ones with drawstrings."
"They aren't prejudiced against pants here," Ava comments, and gives Tulani a sidelong look.
"What?" Tulani says to Ava. "I did not promise that they were be pantless."
"You wouldn't give me any pants," Ava claims.
"You have fat flanks," Tulani claims. "There, I said it. Now let's get the tigers."
"I have awesome flanks and a great butt," Ava counters and puts her hands on her hips. "And yes, we'll get the tigers. I can carry the mouse over my shoulder, too."
Trilby doesn't take the Vartan up on the offer just yet.. as she heads back to her office to get her bag ready. The two tigers are gotten onto their feet, and don't seem shaky. At least until they try to get linen pants on that they've been given. They look nearly identical, save for their slave tattoos, which are in opposite ears.
Ava actually goes over to help the tigers get their pants on. it's totally not so she can check them out. "Y'two doing okay? Can you walk a couple miles or more?" she asks them.
"Walking would be good," the tiger says. "I am Nasir, and my brother is Samir. You do not look like a nurse."
"Nice ta meecha Nasir and Samir, I'm Ava," Ava claims as she's tying up his pants. "And we're not nurses. We're guards and working with those that are trying to get all of you home safely."
"Hot Nurses?" Samir asks as Tulani helps him. She doesn't answer, since Trilby returns with her magical medical bag. "Do not over-stress their brains," she requests.
"It's not their brains I want to stress," Ava jokes and pats Nasir on the butt. "Y'okay, Tulani?"
It's a very firm butt. "I'm fine, just follow me to the back door," Tulani says, and heads out.. but is she swaying her hips a bit more than usual?
Ava makes grabby hands at Trilby. "Shoulder," she offers.
"I'll ride you once we're outside," Trilby says. They all make their way down to the lower levels.. but not so low as Rostre's level. Once they're past the guardpost and on the bridge, Trilby says, "Alright, pick me up."
So, Ava actually does pick Trilby up! And puts her over her shoulder like a sack of vegetables. "Mwahahah!" she even declares. "My first kidnapping!"
The mouse bites Ava's ear, and squirms around to straddle both shoulders from behind.
"Oh, I should have mentioned that you should never let Trilby get on your shoulders," Tulani says.
"Very good, now I can claim I stole you," Ava quips after a bit of grumbling about the bitten ear. "And why not?" she asks of Tulani.
"Because someone gave her a riding crop," Tulani explains. "C'mon boys, you'll want to be in time for dinner," she tells the tigers.
"But she doesn't have it with her," Ava points out. She also pats Nasir on the butt to get him moving. "Onward!" she declares. Wow, does her voice echo in the undercity.
"I have it in my bag," Trilby claims. "I didn't have time to find my spurs. Now hop to it, speckles. I wanna see some bounce."
Oddly, Ava is enjoying this. So as they go onward, there is actually a bit of trotting and prancing about. It does produce a lot of bounce as her bouncing chest can attend. She feels oddly proud of her bust now, large, firm, and distracting!
Why did Willow never do anything like this? But would she put up with being ridden around by a Skeek? Maybe it's the feathers and wings that make the difference. Plus it helps with the itch in her loins.
Plus this body is a lot stronger than Willow was, so that helps too. And the chain + pouches seem to be working amazingly well to conceal her scent. The chain pulls cause some pain, which oddly does help with the itch.
The swat from the crop also distracts. "They don't let me whip my students," Trilby says gleefully.
The swats cause squawks, but also laughter!
"The scary thing is that they're both sober," Tulani tells the twin tigers. "Imagine the damage Trilby could do with that body."
"Bounces good," Samir claims. "Big hands are less scary."
And right as Tulani says that, Ava comes prancing by, and pinches both Tulani's and Samir's butts.
"Ouch!" Tulani growls. "You're claws are too sharp to be pinching like that," she complains, and picks up the pace.
"Wuuuusssss," Ava sing-songs.
There is a bit of chasing after that, and Tulani gets hold of the riding crop and starts swatting! "Cats chase birds!" she keeps repeating. "Vartans chase cats!" she also claims, as she's living proof of that.
So there ends up a bit of ridiculous back-and-forth that goes on for quite some time with the chaser and chasee switching up every so often. It likely looks rather ridiculous to anyone that might spot it.
Eventually the cavorting actually leads them to the under-plaza, and to The Laughing Chibix. Even if the two guides a bit out of breath.
But it probably kept the tigers entertained at least. Once they're there, Ava actually jumps, which launches Trilby up and off her shoulders. The vartan deftly catches her and sets her down on the ground on her feet.
"I hope we can all fit into the office," Tulani says.
"I'm an expert at getting things to fit in my orifi .. oooh, offices," Ava quips. "C'mon, I 'm sure we can all fit."
"Just not through the door," Trilby says, and slides down Ava's back to the ground, where she smoothes out her clothes, stows her crop, and cracks her neck. "I'm eager to meet the Yodhbarada trying to sort this mess out."
"Why? You don't plan ta hurt her, do ya?" Ava asks.
"I want to measure her stress levels," Trilby claims. "Actually the levels of all the men too. I haven't examined them since the whole flying to the wastelands thing, and I want to make sure they're healthy."
"Oh, she's stressed. I think the guys are doing better," Ava claims as she opens the door for everyone to go in. "After you!"
Tulani leads them to the office. Everyone else is hiding, to avoid triggering any memory issues. Cricket is actually dressed in her best Yodhbarada outfit. "Ah, welcome Nasir and Samir, and Mage Trilby," Cricket says, and gestures for people to enter. She's had extra chairs added!
"Seems we're not worth greeting," Ava whispers to Tulani, though there's no annoyance to the comment. "Shall we wait outside, or come in too?" she asks, louder.
"Yes, I need you here in case anyone goes on a pre-programmed killing spree," Trilby says. "I'm not going to tie up my patients, you know."
"Just your toys," Ava comments, oddly. In the Vartan goes too, and stands to one side, looking ... somewhat impressive. She crosses her arms, and marvels that her chest fits over them when she puts her forearms underneath.
"Tulani, can you please fetch Mr. Fluff?" Cricket asks, before sitting at her desk. "I'd like to ask you boys a few questions if that's alright?" Both tigers nod.
"Don't let your guard down," Tulani tells Ava as she passes by on the way out.
Ava's beak opens, then she closes it. Probably best to not say ve haf vays of makin' vou talk!.
Cricket asks the tiger's names, and goes down a list of other items, such as their original owner's name, where they were born, the names of their parents and other events from their past.
"Are ay still technically slaves?" Ava asks for her own knowledge when there's a lull in the conversation.
"We are owned by a rental company," Nasir claims. "The late fees are going to be enormous."
"Technically, they may not be anymore," Cricket says. "If their company declared them dead, that would undo their ownership by Abu Dhabi's tax laws."
"Or ya could stay and become free," Ava suggests, "Or like she says. Question is, do you want to be?"
"We don't have anything," Samir claims. "One thing at a time," Nasir says. "If our contracts have 'expired' in Abu Dhabi, that is when we should be thinking of such things."
"Well, these responses match with my baseline, so I think they've recovered their memories," Cricket says. "Without a cross-reference though I can't say anything about their personalities, beyond that Nasir seems to be the more dominant one."
"I can cook better than him," Samir claims.
Ava nods. "Well, that's good," the vartan squawks. "I hope they don't have any hidden murderous urges. They've seemed pretty calm."
"If we weren't calm, we'd have been made into eunuchs, so we had incentive," Nasir explains.
Ava walks over and feels the tiger's crotch to verify they were not clipped.
There's a knock at the door, and Tulani opens it enough to look in. "No blood, so I assume you're ready?" she interrupts Ava's examination. "They are not neutered," Trilby confirms.
Ava confirms on her own at least one is not neutered. She looks over her shoulder and nods. "Yah, ready," she says.
"Please don't traumatize the bunny, Ava," Tulani says, before ushering Mr. Fluff into the room.
"Hello," the Lapi says.
"Hmph," Ava mutters and moves out of the way.
"The scent is a bit off, but that is Zayn ibn Arnab," Nasir says. "Sounds timid though," Samir claims. "Were we like that?"
"Was Zayn not timid?" Ava asks.
"He was a merchant seeking foreign markets," Nasir notes. "He was not timid, or at least did not act so in public."
"Perhaps this is tapping into a more instinctual lapi mindset, to make him easier to control?" Ava suggests.
"Ummm.. am I timid?" Mr. Fluff asks. "I thought I was pretty bold.. on occasion."
"Eeeeh, pretty timid," Ava claims.
"We don't remember you as you are now, only that you smell nervous," Nasir says. "You were usually very good at controlling that."
"Well.. I suppose I will be again then," Mr. Fluff says, then frowns. "Or rather, Zayn will be. You don't remember anything about the cave or this place?"
"Generally no. But that's a good thing, right?" Ava asks.
"Some scents might feel familiar," Samir claims. "But that's all."
"Do you not wish to be returned to the real you?" Ava asks.
"It's.. can I write a letter to myself? To Zayn, I mean?" Mr. Fluff asks. "There's no danger in that, is there?"
"Well.. probably not dangerous," Trilby says. "We've had enough practice at this now."
Ava gestures to Trilby and Cricket to answer that.
"He may not want to read it," Cricket cautions.
"What do you want to tell yourself?" Ava asks.
"Well, there were some pretty hot women I've met," Mr. Fluff claims. "And one of them may end up pregnant, so.. sort of want to make sure that part isn't lost, just in case."
"Who did you possibly get pregnant?" Ava has to ask.
"There was a Lapi girl that just.. showed up!" Mr. Fluff says. "Adelyn."
Ava ends up coughing at that.
"Admirable show of responsibility," Trilby says. "The others may want to leave journals to themselves as well."
"As long as it doesn't hurt, I see no problem," Ava says once she recovers from her coughing fit.
"That is.. unlike Zayn," Nasir says. "He was driven to build his fortune before attempting to start a family. But I do think his ambitions will need to shift after all of this."
Tulani slaps Ava's back a few times to help her clear her throat.
"Might help him realize life is short," Ava notes, "So ... maybe some good did come out of this." She also glares at Tulani.
"Oh, the last few Spheres have definitely convinced me of that," Mr. Fluff says. "I'll be sure to write about being imprisoned underground."
"So, are you going to take Mr. Fluff here back to the Tower for treatment today?" Ava asks Trilby.
"I'll be examining him here first, then we can schedule something," Trilby says. "The others will want to prepare better this time."
"This time?" the Lapi asks.
"Unexpected problems. Nothing for you to worry about," Ava tells the tigers.
"I need to make sure Cyprian and Rostre are ready to work," Trilby says.
"So, small break before we have to move people around again," Ava asks.
"We were promised dinner," Samir notes.
"Well, they do have food here, yes," Ava agrees. She looks to Cricket to elaborate.
"Should be safe for them to meet the others," Cricket says.
"Should we take them to the main area while Trilby and Cricket talk with Mr. Fluff and plan?" Ava asks Tulani.
"Sounds good," Tulani says.
Ava swats both tigers on the butts. "C'mon, you," she tells them and then heads out the door.
"I'll be giving Cricket a physical examination as well," Trilby says. This makes Mr. Fluff's ears go up at that.
Funny! Ava just did that a bit ago. She doesn't mention that, though.
There's only one available path to take once in the corridor, so the tigers follow it to the lounge. "I smell stew," Samir says.
"Probably," Ava agrees, then pauses. She leans over and whispers to Tulani, "Should I keep distance from the diners in case I rile the Vartans or Rhians?"
"How bad do you think it would get?" Tulani whispers back. "I don't think the carnivores will be eating with the herbivores. So it would be Mr. Stitch and Mr. Blue. Maybe Mr. Slither."
"Given how men have acted around me? Pretty bad," Ava admits, and shrugs. "I could stay in a nearby room at call if needed."
"You can stay at the office, and make sure Mr. Fluff doesn't try to seduce Trilby," Tulani suggests.
"I may take a few minutes to calm myself, check my bindings, and such. Maybe clean up to get the musk down, then rejoin all of you," Ava offers.
"Be careful," Tulani says. "Check in on Cricket when you're done."
Ava nods. "Of course," she says, and then leaves Tulani with the two tigers. She finds herself come cleaning cloths and such and first finds a room near Cricket's office. She slips herself inside, then closes the door. Once inside, she lifts her skirt and unlocks the chain holding thw twitching mare parts closed. the moment they're out they twitch again and oof, the musk. So, it's onto a lot of cleaning with cloth and water to get the scent back down by removing any of the built up lubrication. This takes a bit. Then it's threading the chain back in and cinching everything tight again. A bit tighter this time to cause a bit more discomfort, which helps counter the randy itch. Then down her dress goes. She sits down in one of the chairs in the room and just breathes a bit. She also ends up fondling her chest and really enjoying the shape, size, and weight this body has. Yes, she quite likes being a vartan; she'll be using this body more!
The fact her crotch as some slight discomfort due to the tightening and her feeling her chest does make her think of that weird dream she had, where she was a he, and in Dar's body. Only, that was being a prisoner in a small chamber where he was being slowly tortured and mutilated by the Yodhmabb and Hosheb. She thinks more on this, mind drifting, wondering how real it was, and if it's a place she could just go.
The cave is still damp, but it's hard to notice amid so much other clammy sensations. Dar's fur is not just damp but.. slimy. As if his skin were producing the slime, actually. His back itches terribly around the odd implants there, but that isn't as distracting as the way things squirm under his distended chest.
"Nnng," utters Dar as his eyes open in the near darkness of his cell. Wasn't he just a she? A vartan? Does this mean this place is real? He also feels stiff all over, particularly where those tubes were shoved in and through his body. He lifts his hands and quickly is reminded he can't really rotate his arms anymore, not with those three tubes going between the radius and ulna. Plus his fingers are so stiff. He can flex them, but he can't fully straighten them anymore. So it takes some awkward and painful movements of his shoulders so he can cup and feel his squirming chest and nipples.
Something moves in one of the hand tubes. Is it a grub? It actually moves to the weird breast upon cupping them.
Dar's stiff fingers knead at his distended chest, trying to feel. He also tries to tilt his head and see what is crawling through the tube and where.
He can't feel the 'volume' since that's not technically his own flesh. The hand-tube has some sort of maggot in it, but large and with a face like a leech, with a circular, toothy maw.
It's hard to move his hands, but Dar actually tries to 'milk' one of the 'breasts' to see if he can get it to drain out through the nipple. The other hand he holds up to get a better look at the maggot, and then he tries to shake it out of the tube.
More of the thick, soupy slime pours out from the nipple, and the the tube-creature also produces slime. It may be a larva of the things in his chest!
Dar whimpers at this. There's also a moment where that nipple suddenly hurts, then stretches a bit wider before a gelatinous ball pops out of it in a burp of slime. Is it an egg? Coagulated slime? Whatever it was he's a bit horrified. Also he can feel squirming within when he clenches, and more lumpiness. Ugh.
Squeezing seems to make the slime production worse, as well as increase the squirming sensations.
The smell is also just ... ugh. His poor nose is a mess, and scents are off, so he doesn't know how bad he actually smells, but he can smell something and it hints of a sour-rancid sort of smell, coming from everywhere on him, though it gets markedly worse when he squeezed and drained his chest some. The squirming movement and flow causes him to quickly stop milking and ... watch to see if draining himself actually makes them swell worse.
The draining doesn't seem to reduce any of the swelling at all. Even pulling away his hands reveals ropy strands of the mucous remaining in contact with the pulsating, distorted nipples. They move in and out in a pumping motion as the substance oozes forth.
Dar lifts his right hand and wipes at his nose, and he discovers how much drainage his nose is producing now as he wipes away large glops of it from his spread open and disfigured nose. There's a pause, then he tries feel out the shape of his nose with the sides of his fingers on that hand. He also cocks his head to the side so he can watch his chest through one eye as the nipples pulsate and push-ooze out more and more of that slime. And with the mucus cleared from his nose a bit, he can smell it more, and it's worse. Ugh.
Touching anything with his hand transfers the ropy, slimy mucous to that spot. There's no escaping it. It makes the stench of it that much stronger as well once it's directly in contact with the splayed out nostrils.
"Hosheb, what have to done to me?" Dar asks the room, voice weak and terrified. Everywhere he touches there's just more slime. And feeling through the fur in places here and there, his skin feels weirdly rubbery, sort of waterlogged and swollen 'stretch-smooth'. He swallows, then lifts up both his hands and arms so he can see the states of the tubes in his arms. Do they look like they'll come out at all, or has the skin and tissue swollen around them, ridging the lips and securing them inside his body.
The edges of the tubes are scabbed over, and moving his fingers too much causes the scabs to bleed. Only one of them has the weird little creature in it though, so far.
Dar actually tries to see if he can use a finger to push a tube back out.
This reveals two things. The first being that his fingers are feeling a lot weaker than they should be. The second being that the slime makes it impossible to get any sort of purchase on the relatively smooth inner side of the tubes - there's just not enough rising above or below the hand to push against, either. But it does manage to hurt all the same.
Dar tries for a bit to work a tube out, even with it hurting. Maybe out of fear or worry, but the tubes stay firmly lodged, no matter what he tries. He sighs out and does finally stop. His chest is so swollen at this point he can't look down and see his groin anymore. Still, he uses one arm to try and push his breasts to the side a bit to look at his junk. His other hand shakily reaches down to feel over his junk. Last he remembered it was swollen as thick as his lower forearm, severely bent in the middle with a 'knob' at the bend, and the skin had torn and split all along it.
Things haven't changed much, but there is movement. Maggots trace the edges of the splits, clearing away the dead flesh there.
Alptraum says, "I guess the holes could be made larger over time, but never smaller. By inserting wider tubes to replace the smaller."
Dar squeezes his member a bit to see if anything oozes out, and just how, well, stiff the flesh is.
There is a crunching sound, as some of the hardened goo that had welled up in the split flex breaks loose. It hurts! And also disturbs the maggots, apparently.
Dar growls out and hisses as pain lances through his ruined member when he squeezed. It doesn't help that hardened bits of the good that cracked fall out of the split in a few small spots. He sits there, just shaking in pain until the worse of it eases into dull agony instead of screaming agony. When the pain subsides, he reaches down to check his dangly-sack and its condition.
The hole hasn't closed, and is still oozing. It's not the same as the slime though, more like the thicker paste that welled up from the splits.
The itching on his back where those implants were done are really starting to annoy him. He tries to reach back around his sides to find and feel one, but his arms just to not rotate anymore to allow him to do that. No matter how much he tries, he just can't do it. The only way he finds that works is to reach up and over his shoulders so he can just feel the ones near his shoulder-wing joints.
The ones he can feel.. feel pointier, as if growing into spikes or horns. Which means the ones on his forehead may be growing as well.
So Dar's hands come back forward a bit, and he feels around on his forehead.
They feel like thorns growing out of his head, similar to some of the features on Horribs that serve as defensive armor.
Dar's lower back aches and itches too, and then he remembers ... the tail. He can't reach well, so he ends up rolling onto all fours, then tipping forward onto his chest, which squishes disturbingly, but it also pads things a bit. Then both arms are free and he can sort of reach back to feel his lifted backside where the skedat had bitten in. It also gives him a chance to inspect Gorphat's mouth back there under the tail.
There are.. flaps. Of skin. Either as a consequence of the Skedat-tail or from what must be regular injects from Hosheb.
There's a pause. A long pause. A long pause with panic. Then there is a whole lot of fumbling under that skedat tail as the back sort of panic-freak-out starts fondling his own backside. "What, what, how, why?" the bat babbles. It's also really hard to even feel with everything so slicked and slimy. It's hard to keep things spread, or find enough purchase to feel.
There is a lot of.. well, sticky slime.. down there. More than should be possible from the main orifice.
Whimpering, the Eeee tries to spread things and feel as far as he can ... up. It's hesitant, but every so often he pushes up a little further to test.
There are limitations imposed by the penetrating tubes through his limbs. He just can't maneuver things as well. But most of the slime seems to be on the surface, rather than up inside. So it may be something in his skin down there producing it.
"Hosheb, what is this?" he finally asks the room. His body, mind you is seemingly producing slime all over as it is, but this is somehow different. Also ... it feels a lot worse somehow. He keeps experimenting with positions to try and figure out the actual state of his, well, bowels.
It smells like it's from his bowels. The flaps seem to be misleading, as there are lots of smaller nubs radiating out from the anus. This seems to be the source of a lot of the stickier secretions. They seem very specific for this purpose.
Dar is now poking and pushing on those nubs, trying to figure out just what ... happened. Also, the actual condition of his anus and muscles back there. This is not easy when arms don't rotate much anymore and fingers are extremely stiff and weak.
This mainly results in very sticky fingers bound up in stickier strands. As for the muscles, things are.. disturbing. Will the primary sphincter is loose, the little slime nubbins respond to attempts at contraction, and wiggle around a bit.
Dar winces and pushes at the main sphincter to see if it has any strength left at all.
There's some, but it seems that the nubbins have reallocated most of it for their own use.
So of course it's more pocking at the nubs to try and figure out what they are. Not being able to see it is ... vexing. "Hosheb," Dar repeats, "What has happened?"
There's just the echo of his own voice against the uneven walls of the cave. And then, finally, the rasping and clicking voice replies, "Does it matter?"
"It does to me!" Dar claims. He's a bit head down, butt up right now. Especially since he can crawl, but that's about it; standing doesn't work right now. It's leaving his backside, well, 'on display' and 'presenting' while he feels.
"You should surrender yourself to Gorphat," Hosheb advises. "It will lower your anxiety."
"I just wish to know what is going on with my backside," Dar admits. There's also a pause before he says, "And for you to fill me again, if it helps prove I have given myself to her. The pain in my crotch is less now, and in honor of Gorphat, I wish it to hurt and keep away any thoughts of Inala's lure of pleasure."
"Do you surrender then to the Goddess?" Hosheb asks. "Do you accept that you no control over your situation, and are subject completely to Her whims and designs?"
Dar is alone, in a cell he cannot open, unable to walk and really, unable to grip anything. It's not like he has any real choice here. "I do," the Eeee finally says in almost a breathe-out and sigh. "In truth I adore Gorphat and her Whims are both horrifying and wonderful at the same time. I do not wish for them to stop, nor do I wish for my condition now to go back to before I was here. I am ... fascinated to see what I become. There is no part of my body I would not sacrifice if she wished me to."
"Accepting your situation is the first step to overcoming it," Hosheb declares. And then Dar feels himself penetrated from behind.. and then penetrated again through the walls of his lower colon.
It's hardly comfortable, and feels disturbing. For a few reasons, one he's really slimy back there so there's little resistance in terms of friction; then there's only slight resistance from the muscles too; they just sort of open when pushed on. He actually sighs out in that is somehow feels nice, or at least not horrible. Then there is the sharp pain of his colon being penetrated and he whines out, but there's no attempt to pull off, or away, from the bug buggering him with that needle-like push right into his prostate. "Thank you, Hosheb," Dar actually says.
The fluids start pumping, and there is a bit of venom with it just to make it all burn as well as causing intensely uncomfortable pressure, as there's no release path available.
Dar grits his teeth. The burn is the start. Then there's pressure, and the pressure just keeps getting worse. Both internally as his prostate gets heavier, and heavier, as it fills and stretches, then in his bent and split member as it also starts to pressurize from hurting to intensely painful as time passes. "Thank you," he repeats, voice strained and hissing.
"Gratitude is not necessary," Hosheb says flatly. Although there seems to be an extra dose of venom just then. How dangerous is that to his sensitive tissues?
While the pressure keeps growing, and the burning making the aching worse, Dar moves his hands a little and awkwardly cups his breasts, and squeezes them a few times to get them pulse-oozing and squirming on their own. Maybe a distraction from some of the pain, or to just make how weird everything feels, feel even weirder.
It doesn't do much for the pain. Now he's in pain and covered in even more slime than before.
But it was something he could control and in some weird way that sort of ... helps? It's certainly a unique sensation to have two masses on your chest squirming about with two teat-like nipples pumping away, at least. There are still moments of pained hissing and whimpering, but Dar does not ask Hosheb to stop or even slow down. He bears it.
Something is definitely about to burst.. and that's when the pumping stops. How does the pressure go down though? Does it all end up dribbling out of the hole in his scrotum?
There's a held breath that releases when the pumping stops just short of a rupture. His poor prostate area feels massive; like several pounds of just heavy mass from all the fluid injected; though that's also because his bladder is likely full of the stuff at this point too. His groin hurts, so even if he could stand up he wouldn't be able to right now. So he remains face down, slimy, and whimper-panting.
The pressure releases slowly, due just how thick the injected fluid is and how narrow the escape path. The non-healing tear in Dar's scrotum is now the only means of release for the goo, and that's going through some very thin passages as it is.
So that was the intention of it in the end, ruin everything but a slow and small outlet in a bizarre place. Dar remains down, ass up, as he slowly breathes. He's also not even sure if Hosheb has pulled out, all the pressure and pain makes it hard to tell.
When Dar feels a sudden lack of support, he knows Hosheb has pulled out. His legs are too wobbly to keep him hiked up like that in the back.
Dar grunts and his backside drops. Then he's mushing himself upright with his weak and shaky arms. His chest left quite a slime pool on the floor and lots of streamers that stretch away as he gets upright. Then he's shuffling a bit while 'sitting' to try and turn to face Hosheb.
There's barely any light, even for an Eeee. Hosheb is no more than a nebulous shadow that might be solid. The scarred ears don't funnel sound quite right - off just enough to be disorienting.
Dar reaches up to fiddle with those ears, to see if changing angles help any. He's also squinting to try and get a better view of Hosheb, and to test his eyes are actually working mostly right.
He could also just be imagining that Hosheb is there. There's no evidence that any more than just his 'injector' was solid in the first place.
So, Dar reaches out and tries to touch Hosheb.
Some of the sticky slime has gotten into his hand-tubes, adding another challenge to the task. But Dar doesn't encounter anything solid within reach, until stretching just a little further brings his hand in contact with the wall. Where it sticks.
Dar ughs and spends a a bit trying to pull his hand off the wall!
The problem is that his other hand is also covered in sticky slime, and gets stuff to the first hand.
So now there's even more struggling as he tries to free himself. Is this stuff more like horrib resin? Is he coccooning?
A good bit of fur comes off when the second hand is freed. It wasn't this sticky at the source.
"Ow!" Dar barks, but is also not surprised given fur and slime sort of ... compete. But it does give him a chance to inspect his skin where the fur came free.
There isn't much to see, exactly. Dark skin in no light! He's now got one slightly furry palm and one slightly bald hand. And it's definitely skin that's exposed though, no chitin or chitin-like segments.
Dar works on freeing his other hand from the wall, and then will try to scrape the stickiness off the palms.
It's a laborious effort involving the careful pulling of each finger in turn, and making sure they don't touch the wall against while twisting the palm back and forth until it finally breaks free.
"Ugh," Dar says as he shakes out his hands a few times and flexes them before being quickly reminded his hands are just stiff and ... pretty useless. He sighs, breathes then tries to stand up to test his leg condition.
He feels spindly, despite being a pretty well-muscled Sylvanian Eeee.
Which leaves Dar actually checking what the state of his muscles are since he's feeling spindly.
The muscles are still there, just interrupted by tubes where they're thickest. The tubes go between layers of muscle, so Dar is acutely aware of them every time he moves.
Dar spends some time now moving around his 'cell'. It gives him a real test of how well he moves, or not. Feeling it out, getting an idea of size, height, and even testing the door that he knows is there since the Yodhmabb used it before. Movement is also to see if any of the tubes dislodge or start to come out.
The tubes stay firm, despite his muscles dragging across them like they were bone spurs. It's easiest to use his wings to judge the size of the space.. since he can't fully open them in any direction.
And he tends to leave slime wherever he goes, he finds. And Gods, does his crotch still hurt. The pressure is still quite high, given the drain-out is just a trickle out of his torn scrotum. Eventually, he leans against a wall, just taking time to rest, breathe, and cope with hurting. His poor bits twitch from his heartbeat and pressure, and each of those just makes the hurt spike.
Despite the pain, there's.. something off. It feels like his chest is being felt up, but there's no feeling of slime production.
"Mrph?" Dar says and looks down at his chest. He also raises his hands and lightly touches to test, but provide little pressure.
That makes it weirder. He can tell that his chest isn't being touched by anything but his own hands.. and also things don't feel the right shape. The hands he feels don't feel like Eeee hands either, but something rougher.
"Who is there?" Dar asks, confused.
It takes a bit for Dar to realize it's happening elsewhere somehow. And it's the real body reacting! So, Dar closes his eyes and just breathes, trying to forget about the pain and ignore it, and think more ... feathery.
"Eh?" a gravelly voice replies. "You invite me in." It's the avian scales of Mr. Stitch's hands that Ava is feeling.. has been feeling.. She has odd thoughts of being sticky for a moment. She's certainly a bit damp as she stands there naked before the equally naked and aroused ex-pirate amnesiac Vartan with the all around scar on his throat.
"Oy, what!?" Ava squawks and swats at his hands for a moment. Did she really invite him in? In Dagh's name, why?! She holds up a hand, blinks, and rubs over her beak. She knows why; she's still in heat. She's sticky-damp between her legs, again! And without any of the chaining keeping things closed, very, very, musky.
Firm hands grip her shoulders. Mr. Stitch is nearly twice as wide as she is, and may as well be carved out of stone. "Even I can smell it, dis close," Stitch says, and pulls her against him.
"They can probably smell it up in the Towers," Ava counters and rolls her eyes. "You know how to use that thing and where to put it?" she also teases once she's pulled close.
"I got some practice," Stitch says, pushing Ava against the wall. "Just gotta find da space. No good banging yer head against the ceiling."
Ava fights a bit since it's probably expected. She's also got her legs parted, so it's not like she's trying to really protect herself, either. "Yah? Well, I'll be the judge of that," she counters, and reaches with her own rough hands to grab him in his experience.
"Don't blame me if yer crest gets messed up," Stitch says, and lifts her up by her hips so that she can maneuver what she's gotten hold of better. Her hooves dangle!
"Not what I want to get messy," Ava counters as she's using her hands to bring things into alignment. She's a bit torn, she doesn't like this guy, but right now she's finding she really likes what she's holding; the shape feels right so to speak. So with a bit of positioning, then a tug, the tip of Mr. Stitch is now wrapped in the place of musk.
He's bigger than expected (or else she's smaller). It never occurred to her that Shredda was a petite Vartan. Her weight alone isn't enough to things all the way in.. but Stitch pulls her down suddenly! Is it the contrast from just being the Dargorphat that makes it feel so intense?
And that makes the vartan chick squawk loudly! And after that, trill! "Well now, yer quite large. I ... like," she finally coos out. It both hurts from being stretched and feels wonderful at the same time to be, well, a stuffed bird. She hooks her legs around him and uses them to roll-push on him.
Mr. Stitch responds by pumping upwards with his hips. It's bouncy (and Ava is very bouncy in places) and while there's not a lot of travel, there's enough for the impacts to send shivers up her spine.
"Oooh, yeah, like that," Ava coos out and her tongue hanging out the side of her beak a little. She's even enjoying feeling the bounce and sway of her chest; and proud of them. Odd thoughts, but hey, birds preen. So, she bounces along and clenches in time to really squeeze the guy, as well as slow sliding down sometimes.
It's rough and random, mainly due to Stitch needing one hand braced against the wall and one at the small of Ava's back, all while trying not to get their wings tangled up or pummeling one another. The Vartaness also feels there should have been more jingling or jangling of jewelry. Maybe chains in places other than down below. Or laced through her tail even! Stitch manages a rapid flurry of thrusts to interrupt that thought though, and nearly causes Ava to bite her tongue.
Glrk! goes the bird as she saves her tongue just in time. "Oy!" she complains and swats the back of his head, "Careful, I coulda bit my tongue!" she chides. Then it's into the serious business of rutting. She wraps her arms around his shoulders for more support, and then she's really bouncing herself and clenching with impressive muscle control. "Just don't think you get off free if you leave me with a chick, bucko," she tells him.
With Ava helping to support herself, Stitch can back away from the wall to be more free-standing. In response to the chick remark, he starts thrusting even more roughly - which feels really nice.
Does that mean the vartan likes the idea? In the heat of the moment of course Ava does; she's in hormonal state. But thankfully it's not really a risk either, so she can like it all she wants without actual consequences! And as he thrusts harder, she rolls and grips even harder. She's also feather-poofing and squawking here and there.
There's a lot of puffed out feathers between the two of them as they try to keep cool. Mr. Stitch drops onto his knees (which is pretty impressive given the situation) and leans forward until Ava's back is to the cool stone floor. This lets him grab her shoulders and start to really pound away, although slower and harder than before, and especially deeper.
The deep push is so wonderfully achy it makes the chick trill! She uses her legs to help him pound by pulling when he pushes!
It's scraping her butt against the stone each time, but it feels soooo good. After a few more deep thrusts, the pent up Mr. Stitches lets out a gravelly squawk and shudders as he finishes.
Ava's trill soon joins him as she rolls a few more times during, then really clenches down as she poofs into a pleasurable bliss for a bit. Granted she's probably lost some tailfeathers and similar, but so worth it! "Ah ... there ya go," she squawks, hips still rolling a little and her trembling.
"Ugh.." the larger Vartan says, before falling forward onto Ava and.. snoring?
"Typical," Ava grumbles. She starts rolling side to side and push him off her!
Have a bit more oomph in the strength department comes in handy! She's able to roll the much larger Vartan off of her, with just a little dragging from where they're still connected.
Ava stays impaled on him for a bit longer, just ... enjoying the feel of being stuffed. Eventually, though, she does pull herself slowly off. Then she sits there admiring his build, and grumping about who it is attached to. And before she knows it, though, she's bent over, beak parted, and tongue-cleaning him off! Which means she can smell herself and him all mixed. Mmmph. And also, ew.
For all the perks that come with being a Vartan, having a beak is a bit of a drawback. Great for preening feathers, but at the cost of any sort of real sensitivity or flexibility. Newborn chicks must have soft or short enough one to make nursing possible, but no such fun for adults. The tongue has to do all of the work!
And tongue it is, and Ava is surprisingly good at it, but she has had a lot of practice as both a guy and girl in that respect. So she's actually thorough. And when done and she's disgusted with herself for doing that, she's up and looking for her chain to seal things and keep musk down.
Vartans have pretty poor senses of smell, so it's hard to tell just how much good the effort does. There are two stallions at the inn, after all. Three if Mr. Bright counts.
Still, she's pulled the chain pretty tight to the point of being uncomfortable before she sets the lock. It's then she decides to go check on things outside (after dressing).
She can hear activity in the lounge area, where the carnivores must be done with dinner by now.. although Ava has no idea how much time had actually passed while she was daring to be Dar.
She shudders from that memory too. Mind, it was fascinating and spending time with Hosheb was nice too, but. She shakes her head to try to quit thinking fondly of that and heads to check on the activity in the lounge.
As evidence that time has indeed passed, it's just the herbivores. Well, most of them: the Cervani aren't present, nor the unicorn. It's Mr. Fluff, Mr. Fingers the Skeek, Mr. Straw and Mr. Sackcloth. They aren't eating, but are playing cards, and it must be Mr. Straw's turn, as he starts to lift one card from his hand, only to return it and pick another one.. and return that one.
"Just pick a card!" Ava bellows, getting annoyed with indecisive players! Also, because it was a technique in her childhood to screw up competing card players and allow time for card swaps.
"Mmmm," Mr. Straw grunts. He's actually got a piece of straw in his mouth too. He never looks up from contemplating his cards. "You have to be patient with him," Sackcloth explains. "Once he's focused nothing short of a blow to the head will break him out of it."
"Ugh, that would be so annoying. So, all's quiet here, then?" Ava asks.
"We aren't a noisy bunch," Sackcloth says. "You're.. Ava, is it?"
"Yeah, just here temporarily, came with the weird feathered cat," Ava claims.
"And me," comes the chilling voice of Trilby, as the Skeek enters behind Ava, as if materializing from her shadow. She got on gloves, and is carrying her medical bag.
"Oh yeah, and this tiny little wimpy mouse girl," Ava corrects and gestures to Trilby. "I guess she's gonna check alla ya."
"Yup!" Trilby chirps. "I need to make sure you aren't showing any unforeseen effects from breaking that link spell. So kindly line up and drop your drawers."
"Ya don't need me for this, right?" Ava asks and thumbs over her shoulder. "I can go elsewhere."
"Yes, I need your assistance," Trilby claims. "Take your clothes off as well. I need you to collect some samples."
"Samples of what?" Ava squawks nervously. "I don't just strip in front of anyone!"
"Tulani said you'd be willing," Trilby claims, and then looks the Vartan up and down. "Maybe your top would be enough. These are lonely men after all."
"Why can't you strip down then? I hear you moonlight in leather," Ava counters and crosses her arms for a moment. Before she just starts undressing completely anyway. She's now glad she locked things up!
For the men it's quicker, as they just have loose trousers to deal with. "Why the chain?" Sackcloth asks Ava.
"To deal with lonely guys," Ava remarks.
"And you don't want to be tempted?" the Rhian asks.
"Or men to get pushy," Ava adds.
"A shame," Sackcloth notes, after flaring his nostrils.
"Maybe later," Ava grumbles, and plots to kill Tulani. For as much as Tulani teases, she sure encourages the wanton-ness.
There's a high-pitched squeak as Trilby grabs Mr. Fingers and says, "Turn your head and cough."
"Hey, at least she didn't stuff her hand up your pooper," Ava points out to Mr. Fingers.
This is followed by a tongue depressor and an instruction to say 'ahh', an ear exam and some rather personal questions. "You're a Skeek," Trilby ends up telling the man. "You should be cleaning your pipes at least once a day. But it should make for a good sample." She hands the mouse an odd bottle that looks like it's made of some kind of resin, and pushes him towards Ava.
Ava thinks Trilby is doing this on purpose, and not for any sort of sample. She looks down at the skeek and arches her brow a little. "Yes?" she inquires.
"Umm.. don't they tickle?" the short man asks her.
"Does what tickle?" Ava has to ask, curious. She can guess, but she's going to make him say it.
"The feathers here," the Skeek says, and brushes at the feathers circling one of Ava's nipples.
"Eh, you get used to em and forget they are there," Ava answers, and shrugs. "Plus they really make my breasts look amazing; I have two great crests," she preens.
The Skeek is still playing with the feathers, and then dares to lick a nipple (they're right at the height of his head after all).
Ava giggles at that. "Eh, go ahead," she says and pulls his head, and thus mouth, right onto her nipple. Vartans are rarely shy, and Ava is even less so.
The Skeek.. really gets into it! He starts squeezing, pushing them together, rubbing his face between them and of course sucking on them. It gets him worked up too, which is most of the goal.
Ava is amused by this. Also itching. So, in spite of herself, she uses a free hand to undo the lock and slip the chain out of her bindings.
This does not go unnoticed by the mouse! He actually tries to mount the Vartan, but since this form isn't fully 'blessed' by Inala, it doesn't feel like much on the inside, but on the outer bits it's pretty good.
And well, Ava's okay with being used as a pleasure toy at the moment, so her not feeling that much is just fine! She lets the skeek go at her so the sample can be collected, she supposes! Still feels nice, regardless!
The mouse doesn't last very long though, before it's clear he's about to provide a sample. Ava just has to make sure the bottle gets used instead of her!
At least she's not so stimulated that she forgets that! So there's a quick moment of yanking the skeek out and making him use the bottle! "Better not miss or the doc there will cut it off," she tells him.
As soon as the Skeek is out and using the bottle, Mr. Fluff is there to take his place. And he's ready to go, no warm-up needed. He's also noticeably bigger, and knows how to use his tongue better on sensitive nipples.
And Ava lets him! He's still small comparatively, though so it's not super stimulating, but still nice overall! And the licking is also nice. It makes the vartan trill every so often. Still when it's his time she yanks him away too and reminds, "Bottle!"
The clasps clumsily at the bottle, but provides the required sample. But next in line is Mr. Sackcloth, and he is bigger than Mr. Stitch. But Ava is thankfully stretchy (or stretched out) by then.
And that one is the distracting one, and quite stimulating one! So she ends up sort of hopping on him and really riding him and making a complete fool of herself as she does. She also seems to forget about a bottle, given she doesn't seem to want to get off him.
Sackcloth, having medical training, does remember the bottle. He uses it, but then goes right back to humping the Vartan. By now she's on the table, causing the cards to be scattered about, while Sackcloth actually makes love to her. He's very thorough, finding out what makes her feathers puff out the most.
Which isn't that hard, Ava is a noisy vartan when she's enjoying herself. And right now she is. She may kill Tulani and Trilby later, though. But right now she's just humping the Rhian until she's a squawking bird of 'paradise and pleasure' when she climaxes too!
Only then does Sackcloth stop. But there's barely time for the bird to catch her breath before Mr. Straw takes his turn. It seems impossible that he'd fit, but apparently if there's enough force behind it, anything can fit.
And Ava, in her stupid mindset, is actually trying to help make Straw fit, even if it hurts her to do so!
Amazingly, the horse is actually able to move a bit in and out. She probably could have used her hands or wings even to get the sample, but it's hard to think about those options at the moment. The big horse snorts loudly the whole time.
And Ava wasn't about to just use hands and wings if she could get him to fit at all. It hurts! The pressure is oddly familiar, and she still doesn't stop. She keeps him moving while she trills and chitters and enjoys. She's seeing all sorts of starts and swirls!
It takes some effort on the part of the others to get Mr. Straw to use the provided receptacle, as he was pretty focused at the time. It really did take a clout to the head to get him to use it in time. "Good work," Trilby tells Ava. "A bit slow though."
"Fine, next time you get to take the giant horse," Ava growls at Trilby as she sits up, and grabs one of the guy's trousers to clean herself up down below. Ouch, tender and stretched.
"I'll send word when we're ready for Mr. Bunny," Trilby says, although to whom isn't particularly clear.
Ava tries to peer around and locate who Trilby was talking to while she chains herself up, even tighter this time, (ouch) and dresses.
"Are you leaving too?" Sackcloth asks the Vartan.
"Well, yes, I don't live here," Ava says.
"I was going to offer to have sex with you until you pass out from exhaustion," Sackcloth says.
"That is a tempting offer," Ava has to admit and scratches at one cheek.
"Eh, I guess I could give that a try. Until you pass out anyway," Ava challenges Mr. Sackcloth. "Or at least a bit longer, or something. I dunno. I just wanna screw." She cackles a bit and shrugs. "Lets go find a room with a sturdy bed. Or floor."