Ava feels a bit flattened when she wakes up. Things ache, inside and out. She appears to be alone in the tiny room, with no sign of her Pegasus paramour. She does spot what looks like a piece of paper folded into a bird shape on the small table that has the washbasin though.
Much complaining and then stretching and preening herself out a bit after she manages to get up. Then it's a bit of a waddle over to the small table to fetch the piece of paper and unfold it to see if it's a note.
The unfolded note reads: Duty calls, thought you looked like you needed to sleep in though. I'll treat you to breakfast next time! - Duke
Ava chuckles a little. "Like there will be a next time," she mutters as she folds the note back up. She almost throws it away, but instead tucks it into a pouch instead once she actually, well, dresses. "If I got paid for doing this, I'd be wealthy," she mutters.
But would it be as much fun? There are lots of sounds coming from outside the small room, so things are active. She can't make things out as well as she could as an Eeee though.
Ava decides it's probably time she get going, so she goes to the door, opens it, and peeks out.
"Hot soup! Hot soup coming through!" a Vartan calls ahead as she carries a ten-gallon tureen bellowing steam as she makes her way down the corridor.
Ava closes the door and waits for the vartan to pass by listening at it. Once she hears the passing, does she open the door and step out. "What is going on?" she wonders.
It may be that one of the kitchens in this part of the tower, as the Vartan was certainly heading towards the upper balcony entry.
"Must be lunch or dinner," Ava muses. She heads back towards the balconies, stretching as she does so to loosen up stiff muscles. Other areas complain, but because they had been stretched, a lot.
"Enjoy your stay?" the receptionist asks. "Your friend paid for an extra half-day, if you need to go back."
"How long was I in there?" Ava asks, yawning.
"According to the register.. uh.. eleven hours I think," the Vartan says. It doesn't look exactly like the one that checked them in, so records may be less than accurate.
Ava blinks. Longer than she thought! No wonder she's sore. She also pauses a moment to check herself mentally and internally if anything's reverting to more Eeee or not.
So far she still feels Vartan. Heavy bones, big breasts, hungry for.. food. No blood craving.
"Thanks. I doubt I'll need it again, but who knows?" Ava squawks. She waves a little, then she's heading out to the balconies to grab a snack, then probably get moving on to doing something useful? Does she have something useful to do?
The club seems more busy in the daylight than it did last night. Vartans throng, along with Korvs and a few Aquilans. Tables have been set out on the balcony, covered in baskets of baked goods, honey-seed-cakes and small meat pies, along with the tureens of soup, and tall drink dispensers, one of which must be Mateh. A checkout counter is set up at the end, where a line of customers waits to pay for their plates of food and mugs of drink.
Since it's been a while she decides to get some food, some baked goods and a meat pie. So, off to get into line and keep an eye out for anyone looking at her, not that anyone probably is looking at a scrawny vartan, anyway!
There's a lot more socializing and less boozing going on, so most of the attention comes from the person that lines up behind her. They make a fluffy beak-clicks, almost like Lapi-muttering but for a bird.
Ava looks over her shoulder. "Yeeessss?" she asks as she waits in line for her turn. She also, well, checks them out because now she's curious.
The Vartan behind her is tall and thin, and wears spectacles. A Vartan with bad eyesight? He's got a hooded pattern, with russet feathers on his head but near-white from the neck down, and white wings. The white shows discoloration in spots, and he's got a sort of robe that is tailored to not resemble a mage's style. "Hmmm?" he blinks at the question. He adjusts his glasses and asks, "Could you tell I was looking at you?"
"You were making sounds at me," Ava points out. "Yer a mage, arecha? I thought you all ate at the tower only." She turns a bit so she's not having to look backwards so much.
"I'm no mage," the man bristles (literally, as his neck feathers poof out). "A Vartan mage is preposterous. I'm an alchemist," he claims. "Was I clicking?"
"You don't smell like an alchemist," Ava points out. "And yes, you were clicking an tryin' to be cute."
The alchemist blinks and adjusts his spectacles again. "What do you mean, cute?" he asks.
"The sounds you were makin'. They were like a Lapi trying to be cute," Ava points out. "So, Mr. Alchemist, what do you al' daily, hmm?"
"I produce powdered hydrogen for airships," the man claims. "Well.. a powdered substance that can produce hydrogen."
Ava's eyes narrow. "So, you make bombs," she says.
The man's neck feathers fluff out again. "What? No, this is a material that far more stable than gaseous hydrogen or Air Mages," he explains. "That's the whole point of it. Airships on long flights can store it to replenish their lift bladders as they bleed out over time."
"Until it's accidentally mixed with whatever makes the boomy stuff," Ava comments, clearly amused at his reactions. "Anyway, how come ya looking at me?"
"You're in front of me," the man points out. "And your tail is bare, which is odd. You aren't into shinies? I've heard that some Vartan are immune to the instinct."
"What makes you think I don't like shinies?" Ava asks. She taps the ring in her nares. "This helps me stay focused on not getting distracted by them elsewhere."
"Hmmm," the man says, leaning in to examine the piercing. "Do you have others like that?"
"Yeeessss?" Ava asks and leans back a little. "Why ya ask?"
"Because if you have one you probably have more, a slightly different version of collecting shinies. Only yours are apparently hidden."
Ava laughs. "Five in my fun parts down below, and one in each nipple," the Vartan says without shame. "Might add more sometimes, too. Gots room for more down below after all."
"I'd like to see them," the alchemist says. Luckily(?) his hands are full with this drink and plate so he can't just tug at things to expose them.
"Not the kind of thing you can see in public," Ava claims, "But if you'll pay for adding more, I'll let you watch them be put in." That should probably end that!
"Where do you get that done?" the man asks instead.
"There's a place near Cenesta plaza that does em," Ava claims.
"Can you show me after we eat?" he then asks.
"What? The shop or my body?" Ava asks.
The man blinks, and says, "Both, I assumed from your previous suggestion."
Ava blinks. "Er serious? You'd pay to watch a girl get jewelry installed in her body?" she asks.
"I'm a researcher," the man notes. "This is something new that should be researched. Plus, you are a girl that has actually talked to me, which has never happened before." He then does that nervous clicking again.
Ava actually laughs. "I'll think about it," she says as she finally gets her food, and goes to find a place to sit now. And she is thinking about it now, and wondering how many more she can actually add down there. Because, well, shiny. And fun. Even the pain part, but that's probably her attunements to Gorphat tickling at her. Pain in private places is something that one seems to encourage.
It also makes feel a bit excited down there.. although that could just be the regular severe horniness starting up again. The alchemist sits near her as well, at the same table. A Korv is also there, pecking at a seed cake.
Ava feels ... weird about this. Usually excited feelings mean probably bad ideas. They're when she gets into trouble, anyway. She settles herself down and starts to eat to try and not think about it, and the lower tingles.
Even as she fills her stomach, she still feels a certain emptiness below it. Maybe she needs some sort of plug she can put up in there..
Ava then starts thinking about that, and about attaching a plug to rings and ... ugh. Why does she think about these things. She rubs over her face and tries to think about less perverse things!
Well, there are meat pies. And the Korv is looking at her funny now.
Ava looks at the korv. "What?" she asks him.
"You alright?" the black bird asks. "Looking distracted while eating."
"Mind wanderin' is all," Ava admits, "In weird ways." She goes back to eating and trying to not think.
"Focus is important for safety," the alchemist recites, holding some sort of pastry in his hand.
"Sometimes it causes problems, too," Ava remarks as she focuses, well, on eating. And not being horny. Or now having the urge to go get further 'mutilated' at the art place.
The alchemist finishes and places rests his clutched-together talons on the table, watching Ava eat.
Ava looks up. "What?" she asks of him, a little irritated. Probably because she's feeling familiar urges that are hard to ignore.
"I'm waiting for you to finish and decide if you want to go to that salon, or show me your existing installations," the tall, thin Vartan says.
"You're not gonna let that go, are ya?" Ava asks, feeling a bit, well, hot. Most guys usually aren't that direct, especially about that!
"Have you changed your mind then?" the man asks, sounding a bit disappointed. "My studio and laboratory is not far from here if you'd rather not add anything new."
"No, it's that I really want to and can't stop thinkin' about it now," Ava complains a little, and stuffs her beak.
"Oh, then we should leave as soon as you're ready then," the man says.
Ava finds herself stuck. She can rarely resist weird urges and the studio is a fun place for her. So, she ends up eating quickly and burping. "All right, fine, we can go now," she finally says and stands up.
"Please lead the way then," the alchemist says as he also stands.
"Yer too persistent," Ava comments, "Seems like you've got a serious shiny problem." She gestures a bit with some talons, then heads out of the current tower, and roughly in the direction of the Cenesta plaza.
It's not far, since the tower is one of the support towers. Soon Ava has landed at the entrance to Slaves to Art, across from the Laughing Chibix. Tulani has hopefully brought Alptraum clothes by now.
The Alchemist lands a bit awkwardly, as if one his legs doesn't work quite right.
Ava ends up staring up at the sign for the shop. She's fighting a bit of an internal war with herself, because now she really wants to go in there! But going in there means she's coming out with who knows what? Sure she could just go show the guy what she has now, but ... ugh! Now she wants more. "C'mon," she tells him and then opens the door and walks on into one of her very guilty pleasures.
"Welcome," Helse says from behind the counter. Her body paint at the moment is some sort of swirling multicolored smoke pattern. There's only one other client in view, a Savanite girl in one of the chairs being painted. The alchemist enters behind Ava and makes a squawk of surprise at the naked Eeee and Savanite. "What can we do to you today?" Helse asks, smiling.
Ava waves her hand. "Hiyas," she squawks, "Heard a ya lots as a good place. This guy here is curious to see a girl with body decorations, and how they're done. And I've kinna got the itch to add to the collection of rings in my fun place, if you have time. Gots four down there now, and one through the fun nub. Was thinking of adding at least four more, two per side. Or, well, even more if I can fit them. Kinda want to see how many I can get down there safely."
"We'll need to see how your current ones are spaced," Helse says. "And who will be paying?"
"I have offered to cover the expense," the alchemist says.
Ava points at the guy. "He's the curious one, so he gets to pay for it," she adds.
Ava also can't believe she's actually going through with this. What is wrong with her?
"Alright," Helse says, and gestures to a familiar Naga. "Sephia will see to you." The serpent slinks up and flicks her tongue. "Mmm, you are gift wrapped," she hisses, and takes one of Ava's hands.
"Clothing is hard with wings and big chest in this city," Ava claims as she takes the serpent's hand in kind. Mph, there's that horny feeling again chewing at her inhibitions.
Ava is led to one of the chairs, and Sephia unwraps her. All of her, even though nothing is being done up top. She then helps into her the chair, which she adjusts to the Vartan's body.
The alchemist is clicking again as he watches, and takes out a notebook and pencil.
Ava gestures for the alchemist to follow. And soon he gets a view of well, everything. Then she's sliding herself into the chair. This chair has stirrups, in which her hooves go. It's almost like a birthing sort of chair, really, since it spreads her legs wide and leaves nothing to the imagination for her horse bits between them. Part of her is still thinking she should leave before anything is done. The horny part, though, is forcing her to stay in the chair. "At least two more per side, or more if they can be fit?" she suggests to the snake without being able to stop herself. "Wanna really be shiny down there."
"You are a bit wet," Sephia notes. "Would you object to a ssspreader?" The alchemist is leaning in to examine things close up, until Sephia pushes him aside.. so he then goes to examine the barbels through Ava's nipples. These elicit more clicking.
"Spread away," Ava squawks. Given the guys she's with, she's used to being stretched open! "An yah, kinda excited. I enjoy this kinda work," she admits to the snake. "Sorry for being wet."
Sephia brings over a box, which appears to contain a collection of polished wooden phalluses. "Vartan #3," the Naga says as she selects one, and then inserts it.. deep. It actually triggers Ava to climax, since she's already primed. It doesn't help that she twists it back and forth, as if looking for the best fit.
"Fffffff!" goes Ava as she grabs onto the arms of the chair! IF she had toes, they'd curl! She's vibrating, though, as she rides that sudden peak in surprise. Unf. That feels soooooo gooooood in her.
Once Sephia finds the right fit, she tugs on Ava's current rings to fold the lips back a bit. "Tss, did you want sssimimlar rings, or sssmaller, shinier ones?" Sephia asks.
"Wh ... what would work best?" Ava actually asks, "In your experience?" It was hard even forming words!
"That was an interesting reaction," the alchemist notes. "May I examine your nipple adornments? I'm not sure how they could have been inserted?"
"If you want," Ava says, rather distractedly! Her mind is on being stuffed full.
"Well, sssmaller ones can be added much clossser together," Sephia says. "Ssso you can have more of them." From another box, she selects and holds up a small shiny ring. It looks a bit thicker, if only slightly, and somehow iridescent. "Made from the ssshells of oysters."
"Will there be room to fit a chain or other things through it once it is put in?" Ava asks.
"Yess, but a ssslightly larger sssize would be better for that," Sephia says, and holds up a ring closer in size to what Ava already has.
Ava squirms. "What do you recommend? I like either one," she admits. The possibility or rough is causing weird reactions too, and making her think of Gorphat and the appropriateness of that.
"The ssslightly larger one will be easier to manipulate for insserting a chain," Sephia says.
"Slightly larger one, then," Ava agrees, and twitches as another weird semi-orgasm rolls through her. What is wrong with her?
While Sephia prepares her tools, the alchemist holds one of Ava's breasts as he leans in to eye the barbel. Then he uses his beak and tongue to feel it, which also means the teat is getting occasionally licked by accident.
Ava clenches her beak as he does that. "What are you doing?" she sort of hisses a little at him. She also almost asks Sephia how many she planned to place, but then seems to just not, surprise can be fun too, right?
The Vartan pulls back and releases the breast. "Trying to feel the fine details," he explains. "One of the balls unscrews, doesn't it? That is how it can be installed."
"Right, one unscrews and it slips out. It was put in by pushing a slowly widening needle through my nipple, then followed by the bar. Once it healed the hole stays even if the bar is removed for a while," Ava explains.
"Does it change the sensitivity?" he asks, as he places a thumb over the nipple and tries rubbing it.
That makes Ava squawk! "Yes!" she blurts out, "A lot!"
"Is it pleasant though?" the man asks. "Or just sensitive?"
"Yah, it's pleasant," Ava says, "No reason to do it if not."
The man stops and makes a note in his book, before Sephia tells him, "Here are tools. Mussst be sterilized. This isss a glass hook," the Naga explains. "Watch." And then Ava feels alcohol being applied down there, and the hook... hooking behind the edge of her lip, which is then held down as the tool is levered so the sharp tip penetrates through.
"That is.. a lot of.. blood," the alchemist says. It feels nice to Ava though. It hurts. There's pain. But the pain is nice pain. "She isss engorged, ssso there will be bleeding," Sephia explains.
It's hard to actually watch it, though she does see the tool presented and explained. Once it's between her legs, though, she can't see it. But, she can feel it. There's a tiny sting when the sharp tip presses. But the pressure and sudden penetration of it though and there's the sharp pain. Except if somehow feels like good pain, or like spending time with Gorphat. Being near the goddess hurts, but somehow it's also still good too. And then there's the rush after. Her crest sort of ruffles up and then settles as she sighs out slowly, actually enjoying the hurt.
"I can understand how this can be addictive, if her reactions are typical," the alchemist says. Sephia bobs her head, and installs the first ring. It feels very different, since it's not smooth and actually fairly flat. "Or she isss a freak who enjoyss discomfort," the Naga posits, and then adjusts the plug again. She's using it as something to help with the hook piercing process, but the adjustment also sends Ava over the top again.
Freak is sadly probably more appropriate as her mind is drifting and thinking of Nicora and Gorphat, and more recently, Dar and Gorphat. Both's private areas ache and hurt all the time, and the start of this is a weird, buzzy, reminder of those. The crotch 'pressure' from the plug is definitely reminding her of Dar right now since his bits are always painfully pressurized. And then she's clenching the chair again as fiddling with the 'spreader' sends her into a pleasurable bliss!
Two more rings are installed on that side, and then Sephia switches to the other side. So she's getting six new rings, and the three are causing a bit of over-stimulation in that labia, which feels like it's swollen to twice normal size.
Each time a new ring is installed, Ava has a mini climax. She breathes out and shudders softly, basking in the pleasurable pain from the rings being placed. And the swelling, and things feeling heavier on that side. Three more per side, so five per side in the end, and ten total, she realizes. So when the switch is over to the other side, it makes the Vartan even moan softly. The overstimulation and swelling, well, her mind drifts back to Dar, and when he was first being tended to by the Yodhmabb, that was overstimulation and swelling too. And even weirder, is the memory of that somehow feels pleasant even though it shouldn't.
Sephia is explaining something to the Alchemist, but Ava's ears are buzzing a bit and her wandering thoughts make it hard to focus. She does feel the plug being removed though after the last new ring has been installed.
Ava's focus is right now more on Dar and Gorphat and those memories, and that place he 'lives' in, than the room she's in right now. The painful 'throb' in her fleshy bits is helping cause that mental drift. She might be moaning some too, but she's a bit light-headed right now! The removal of the plug leaves her feeling weird and empty, through when she closes, the swelling and weight is a whole new kind of weird sensation.
"How do you feel?" the Vartan asks Ava. "Do you still crave stimulation?"
"Bluh," Ava murmurs, "Yes."
"I could try if you want," the alchemist says. "I've never done this before though. But you seem to react positively to.. uh.. everything."
"Go ahead," Ava murmurs, eyes closed as she sort of floats in her weird hormonal state.
So the Vartan clumsily inserts himself. Then he.. rubs her nipples, since he knows Ava likes that.
Slow and clumsy or not, she's swollen and stimulated, so he feels massive! It feels both painful and good at the same time! "Ooooh!" she coos out, arching some in the chair. Each new ring hurts in such lovely ways when pushed or tugged on by his movement.
"This feels quite nice," the man expresses, and starts moving finally, and squeezing her breasts because he likes how that feels.
And soon Ava is moving in kind in the chair, more or less. It feels .. intense. More painful than pleasurable, but that's due to the freshness of the work. She's soon cooing and moaning softly to his 'work', skilled or not.
This drives her partner to be a little rougher in his movement, but at this point anything would count as rough. He finally grabs her shoulder so he can really have something to push against even harder.
And Ava pushes back! It mostly just hurts! Such pressure and swelling down there, after all. But she's still rolling and grinding away, embracing the sensations and roughness. Encouraging the roughness, really, given how she moans.
Unfortunately, the alchemist is new at this, and so hasn't built up any real stamina. It's overwhelming to him, and so he pops relatively quickly, letting out a drawn out squawk.
Ava is already going in and out of climaxes as it is, so that's okay! She soon squawks out herself and clenches as she settles in the chair. And then she just lays there, basking in the pain and ache. It's ... oddly lovely.
Sephia returns and removes the passed out alchemist. "Off to the recovery room for thisss one," she says. After that is taken care of, she starts to unstrap Ava.
Ava looks dazed, and weirdly blissed out. "That ... was amazing, snakey," she coos at Sephia and even tries to pet on her. "Bet it looks amazing down there, eh?" she giggles.
"Like fish ssscales," Sephia claims. "You need to let the ssswelling go down though."
"Yah, I know, and watch for infection," Ava nods as she gets up, and wobbles a lot. A recovery room is a good idea to let all the adrenalin pass.
Sephia guides to the pillow room, so she can rest alongside the sleeping alchemist.
Ava wobbles and has a time laying down. Soon, though, she's settled in the pillows, with her legs spread and some common on her crotch to absorb any oozing. And there she just relaxes, sort of, as everything down below aches and throbs.
The darkness and silence of Dar's cell is interrupted by the sound of the door opening and the light of two candles. His mangled ears cause his perception to be off, even though his eyes are affected. Still though, he recognizes that two Yodhmaab are visiting, holding candles and carrying buckets in their other hands. "I wasn't expected the smell," one of them says.
"What smell?" Dar asks. Sure, he smells stuff, and it's bad, but he has no idea how bad at this point. He's also moving, shifting a bit more upright sitting, though it's difficult to do even that given how stiff all his joints feel. It also makes his weird chest sort of 'slosh' around uncomfortably.
Lately, his back has been itching. He can feel something like the roots of teeth growing from the bone implants to either side of his spine. They grate against his ribs when he breathes. "Like rancid milk," the Skreek says, then squeaks as she steps in the pool of slime and falls on her tail. Her bucket rattles when it hits the floor and her candle goes out. "Pay attention to yer feet, not yer nose," her partner chides her.
"Hard to notice anything but the smell," Dar points out as he shifts some more, and spends a few minutes trying to scratch his back, and being unable to. Range of motion in joints is ... not great. "Why are you here" Going to give me a bath?" he asks, then sort of cough-sneezes. At least his crotch isn't hurting so bad right now, it's been a bit since the last 'injection' so pressure isn't as painful at the moment. Or he's just got nerve damage and can't tell as much anymore.
"No, we're supposed to.. uh.. milk you," the upright one says. "So, can you.. hunch over more?"
"Do what now?" Dar has to ask, not quite sure he heard that right.
"Milk you," the rat says again. "Like.. your breasts.. or sacs or whatever you have there."
"That's disturbing," Dar comments, "But I suppose better than you taking me out for a walk, or something." He sighs out a bit and has to shift around more, with the associated groans and creaks until he's leaning forward a bit more.
The second Skreek has gotten to her feet and lit her candle from her companions. The two move awkwardly (and carefully, because of the slime) to either side of Dar. The place their buckets, set down their candles and.. sort of poke at the squirmy distended skin hanging from Dar's chest. "What do we do?" the first whispers to the second. "Try just.. stroking down first." So using both hands the rats start stroking downward from chest to nipple.
Contact is not exactly comfortable; things are rather stretched. And pulling on such things make the inhabitants agitated too, which makes it doubly uncomfortable, and undulate weirdly. He ends up gritting his teeth and hissing a bit (and wishing they would deflate completely because, ow.)
"We should pull on the teat," one suggests, and starts squeezing and tugging on Dar's left nipple.
That feels even worse! But it does make it ooze. A very lumpy ooze as slime and eggs both tend to come out in squelchy bursts.
"It works! I think," the Skreek declares, so the right side one starts as well. As as the fluid and smaller objects flow out, the skin pulls inward at the top as the mass settles into the bottom of the breast-sacs. It's not all just goo and eggs though.
Dar ughs. It hurts, and feels disturbing, and wrong. And it also makes him curious when mass actually shifts, and at some point he's reaching to try and feel what the heck that mass is.
There are Skreek heads in the way, and the one he touches squeaks in alarm. This does make her move out of the way though. What's left down there is the squirmy stuff. "I think it's clogged up," the other Skreek says, tugging the nipple while squeezing the sac now.
"Or I'm empty," Dar hisses out through gritted teeth! He moves his hand back out of the way, looking a bit annoyed the freaked out from his touch! It's not like she's any better than him! He's not stopping them, though, in case they can get it all out so they don't swell back up!
"I got something," the determined Skreek says, and Dar feels something long being pulled out through that nipple. It takes a few tugs, and the worm is pulsating so that its width changes, making it a slow process.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow," Dar mutters. over and over as his claws scrape a bit at the floor. He's managing to stay still, mostly, but ugh, it's hard. He's also trying to not watch, but that doesn't prevent him from feeling it!
Having recovered, the other Skreek starts doing the same to the sac on her side, until she's also drawing out worms. One after another. How many are in there? His nipples feel like they're bleeding as well, not meant to stretch like this.
Dar grinds teeth and wing remnants flick and flex some. "That hurts," he even says at one point. But, no attempt to stop them at least, and if they get them all out then maybe they won't ever swell again! He does try to look down sometimes, though to see if he is bleeding.
There's a lot of goo, and in the candlelight it's hard to make out color, but there's definitely something wetter than slime dripping down. He also gets to see an finger-sized worm being pulled out.
Dar heaves; seeing that almost makes him barf, except he's empty. He's also quickly looking back up. Far up, and trying to ignore what is going on. Hard to ignore the pain and weird pulling sensations, though. "How much longer?" he asks.
"I don't know how much longer these worms can get," the left Skreek claims. "Could be one big one or some medium sized ones left in there."
Not quite what he was asking, but his fault for phrasing it that way. So, he tries to just stare upward and ignore it as much as he can, only checking now and then to see if the weight is any better. "What happens if you get them all out?" he does finally ask.
"Then.. we'd be done," one of them replies. "But the fewer there are left, the harder dey are to get out." It feels like they're trying to squeeze the last bit out of a bag of frosting.
Dar taps his claws on the ground! It hurts even more, but if they get them all out, that's good! So, he bears through it, and tries to not move too much. His wings are squirming around some, though!
Finally, the last of the worms are harvested. This leaves his nipples hanging like the gondolas of deflated airships. The Skreeks pick up the buckets and candles, and one squeaks in alarm again as she illuminates something that disturbs her.
"What, what?" Dar blurts out as he's pulled away from feeling a weight off his chest to the rats freaking out again!
"Uhh.. nooothing.." the rat who squeaks says, but the other one says, "Holy crap what is that stuff?"
"Whaaaat?" Dar now demands to know! He even tries to move closer to them!
"Awwagh!" one Skreek goes. "Don't chase us!" "It's... wiggly things.. uh.. but.. feathery.." the other gibbers.
"Where, where?" Dar blurts out as he continues after them! Even grabs onto a tail!
"Yer.. thing!" the grabbed Skreek claims.
Dar looks down between his legs? "Thing? This thing? What?" he asks. Hey, at least he let go!
There's still enough light from a dropped candle to make out small wormlike creatures sticking from the fissures of his former staff. They pulsate, spitting out feathery 'flowers' that then get sucked back in. They also change colors on each pulsation. There are dozens of them.
Most disturbing is the one sticking out of the tip.
"AAaugh!" Dar now goes and starts rubbing and trying to clean out his poor thing! Including the tip if he can get a grip on whatever was sticking out!
On contact, the worms retreat back into the flesh!
Dar ends up, well, digging at it for a bit! At least until it gets too painful to continue. "No no no no," he mutters, over and over.
The worms defend themselves with a slippery slimy, making it hard to get a grip on anything. It also hurts, so he still does have some sensation there. While he's trying though, the two Skreeks escape with their buckets and close the door behind them.
Dar doesn't even notice the fleeing rats until they're gone. "Rats," he says, missing his chance to escape. It does give him a chance to examine his chest and see if everything really is out of it now.
It's very disturbing. His nipples hang from the bottom of distended, empty sacs of skin. They hit his belly!
"That's ... nasty," Dar says. It's one of the first times he tries to actually find the shadow to, well, fix them.
Except.. there is no shadow. The shadow belongs to Alptraum, not to Dar in this situation. Gorphat is the one in control, after all.
It still doesn't stop Dar from trying. Nevermind that this form is likely the projection, so not everything necessarily came over in the 'process'. He ends up eventually rubbing over his face and sighing. "Is this at least over?" he finally asks the room and gestures at his messed up chest. "Hosheb," he adds as if needing to specify he's trying to talk to someone and not himself.
"No," the rattling, raspy voice answers from the shadows. "It is time to adjust your posture."
"I don't like the sound of that," Dar flatly says. "Adjust ... how?" he asks, warily. He's also scooting to have his back to the wall, just in case!
"Your wings have been prepared," the demon notes. "They will bear your weight on the ground now."
"I really don't like the sound of that," Dar says, further. His back is to the wall and he's looking around, furtively.
With is back to the wall, he feels the bone grafts more acutely. They've extended back as well as inward, as they keep from pressing directly up against the stone.
That makes Dar grunt, uncomfortably. "What do you intend?" Dar asks. Well, he sort of whimpers it, really.
The demon appears before Dar, and reaches out an appendage to brush against his shoulder, causing all of the fur there to fall out. "Reach down with your wings, make fists of them and touch the ground," the demon instructs.
Dar twitches! The touch making his fur fall out is not a good thing! At all! His left eye twitches a bit, and there's a period where he doesn't do as asked. He just sort of glares up, a bit defiant. Eventually, though, he ends up curling those vanes into sort of a fist and lowering his wings to the ground as instructed.
Once they touch the ground, it feels like a shock runs up them and into his back, then down his spine and to his legs. Then the burning starts! His shin bones crack and break, and the broken pieces are pushed down into his feet! The bones re-knit, resulting in shorter shins, but the shed bone merges into his feet and makes them longer, until he's left with a digitigrade stance.
That causes Dar to suddenly howl out in pain! He wasn't expecting his bones to just ... break violently! It hurts, bad. "What, what, what's happening," he hisses in agony as things just move around, and he doesn't even know how! Is it the result of those tubes and some sort of infection? Did parasites core out his bones?
The holes through his feet and legs are still intact, despite the change. Although the grubs that were sitting in the tubes fall out and flop in the slime at the floor of the cell.
Dar is panting in pain after that, wide-eyed. His legs feel wrong, and like he's going to have to learn how to walk all over again, and this time only on all fours, wings and weird lower legs. Then he looks horrified and starts to worry about his arms!
His arms are fine, other than the spreading skin irritation from where his shoulder was touched.
Dar reaches up with one arm to rub at the irritated spot that was touched. "That is all, I hope?" he asks of Hosheb, plaintively.
"For now," Hosheb says. "You are not yet perfect."
"There's perfect?" Dar asks in horror, wincing.
"Gorphat envisions what is perfect for each of her charges," Hosheb rasps. "Each is unique."
"I certainly feel different," Dar whimpers. "And there are weird things down below. Does that mean you are finally done with ... injections?"
"No," Hosheb says. "Step away from the wall."
Dar twitches. A lot. And stepping away is not easy, it's a weird, ungainly shuffle of limbs to slowly move away from the wall and requires the use of wings and deformed hind legs to manage it. And even then it takes a couple minutes so he doesn't tip over.
Soon though the weight on his legs is reduced, but only because Hosheb is lifting up his hind end to give him a nutrient injection.
And sadly, that is the least unpleasant thing he's gone through today! Ugh!
Ava awakens with a snort and phantom pain in her wings. Did she sleep on them weird? The alchemist is still passed out on the pillows next to her, and she has no idea how long she's been out.
She also only vaguely remembers where she is, until the burning in her crotch doesn't go away and isn't a dream afterthought. So, she looks down at her very, uh, shiny and swollen nethers. "Oh, right ... I gave into weird urges," Ava mutters, embarrassed. She rubs over her beak and sighs, "When will I learn to resist these bizarre impulses?"
At least she sees her 'clothes' nearby, such as they are.
It's a struggle to get up and she has to waddle some. But once she does she gets her clothing, and dresses. Right now she's really grateful to not be wearing underwear!
Since everything has been paid for, she could just leave if she wanted. The alchemist doesn't look like he's waking up anytime soon, and he certainly got more than he expected.
And yet that seems a bit, well, rude. So, Ava tries to at least wake him to tell him goodbye.
The man groans a bit, and tries to hide under a wing, but eventually stirs. "Where am I?" he asks.
"In a piercing parlor. You were resting up before getting your thing studded," Ava says, evilly. "I'll leave you to it. It was fun meeting you."
"Oh.. what's your name?" the alchemist asks.
"Ava," Ava replies. "It's probably in your notebook with your drawings of my bits."
"Alabaster," the man introduces himself. "Alabaster Darke, that is." He holds out a talon.
"Fancy name," Ava replies and shakes said talon. "Too fancy for one so dorky," she also thinks.
"Is it?" Alabaster asks. "It's because of my white feathers," he explains.
"Fancier than mine," Ava comments, shrugs. "Well, you rest up and remind them you're here to get yourself studded," she teases. Or she's evil. One of those.
"It must have slipped my mind," the man says, looking confused.
Ava nods sagely. "Well, maybe I'll see you around," she says and wiggles her talons. Then she's waddling to the exit, going 'ow' with each step.
Helse nods to the Vartan as she waddles past. "Remember us for more work when you're ready," the Eeee says.
"You think I'll want more?" Ava has to ask as she waddles along. Ahh, how she deludes herself with thinking it's the last time.
"Of course you will," Helse says, and takes a puff of her pipe. "We're the best in the city."
Ava doesn't comment they're the only one she knows of. Instead, she waddles onward, and out. Then she has to try to remember where she needs to go! Back to the Inn?
The Inn is just across the alley and down a bit further. Ava can see the sign from the door of Slaves to Art.
So! Onward Ava goes towards the Inn, and regretting just about every life choice she has ever made. Why does she do this to herself?
Under the plaza, it's hard to tell what time of day it is. Inside the Inn, it's even harder. But nobody seems to be in the corridors, although there are some sounds from the lounge. No cries of fear or pain though, so Trilby must not be around anymore. The door to Cricket's room is open slightly, which stands out.
So Ava heads to that door and peeks in. "I'm here for your left shoe," she says as she does so.
"I don't wear shoes," Cricket replies from her desk. "Where've you been?" she asks. "Tulani already brought your change of clothes, and went to see when the Mages will be ready."
"I got distracted," Ava claims, and sighs. "All too easy. Sorry. And I know I have to become the real me, but I'm not even sure I can. My body is fighting any attempt to be male right now."
"I can try blessing you," Cricket offers. It's the first time she's offered to do anything vaguely religious. "Inala and Barada get along really well you know."
"What's the catch? I would owe something, I am sure," Ava comments as she goes to sit on, well, something.
"You're the Barsunala," Cricket points out. "I'm sure she'd give you a family discount."
"And what do YOU want out of it?" Ava asks next.
"I work for you, remember?" Cricket points out. "I'm supposed to be helping you out!"
"Yes, but you also seem mad at me lately," Ava admits. "And I can't really blame you, either."
"I'm not mad at you," Cricket says. "Now take your clothes off and lie on the bed."
"I'm mad at me, then," Ava says as she stands disrobes, then flops herself back in the bed and sighs out. "Because I am a huge idiot."
"You've got some extra shiny things," Cricket notices. "Isn't that normal for Vartans though?"
"Yes, I have new shiny things because birdbrain insisted," Ava mutters in frustration. "I'm sure I'll regret it."
"Well.. do your shadow thing and I'll do the blessing while you change, or try to change," Cricket says.
"Those of us about to suffer, I salute you," Ava remarks, right before she disappears into a shadowy blob to see if she can actually change back to, well, himself!
There's definitely resistance at first, but then that goes away and things flow smoothly. It helps that he's going from one winged form to another as well. Once completed, things feels a bit tingly.
And he holds the shadow a bit longer to try and re-enforce it. Also because he's scared to look at his groin after that. But eventually he does have to come out of the shadow and see if the result, well, stuck.
The shadow did at least deal with the swelling. Well, until it finishes. As Alptraum looks, things swell up again.. but not his scrotum! "I think it's working," Cricket says, and touches the expanding member.
"What did you do?!" ALptraum squeaks in the shock of things, well, expanding!
It does stop at his normal aroused size at least. But it's twitching. The same lustiness seems to be there as it was in while female. "I uh.. I think the blessing of Inala wasn't stopped, just changed slightly so you could be male again," Cricket suggests.
"You think?!" Alptraum blurts out and then pokes at the twitching flesh. "Behave," he tells it. As if it was sentient or acted on its own.
"I can fix this!" Cricket claims. "I just need to.. hmmm.." After a moment of thought, she starts taking off her robes.
Alptraum peers. "What are you doing?!" he has to ask her. "You just want to sleep with me!" Notice, though, he isn't really trying to stop her, either.
"It should take care of it though, and.. reinforce your masculinity," she claims as she climbs on top of Alptraum. "Unless you don't want me to?"
"Of course I want to. And it does too!" Alptraum blurts out. He reaches up, grabs her, and after some quick positioning, there's one really strong thrust and he's completely inside her! His eyes roll back in his head, too.
Yes, this is a transference, since it feels just as intense at it was when he was female! Cricket squeaks cutely as well, and her breasts bounce as well.
"Blugh," Alptraum says ever so eloquently. And what follows is certainly not the most romantic or suave movements, but they're sure .. enthusiastic. And bouncing Cricket like mad.
She squeaks on each bounce. And for Alptraum it feels like he's exploding each time (even though he isn't).
Which means the real one will probably make him literally explode, or pass out. But at this point, there's no stopping the movement. Hormones (And Inala) are in full control and both of them have to ride it out!
The mind melting effect goes on.. forever, it seems, but then the real explosion happens, and it feels like his whole body is part of it.
And what follows is probably screams and noise that wakes up the entire inn, the buildings next door, and Miss Moist of the third avenue to the left, and up three flights of stairs. It's the sort of sounds that spawn new ghost stories. And the urge to hide under a bed for a month. Put simply, Eeee can be LOUD.
Apparently Cricket is feeling things just as intensely as Alptraum, and adds her own ultrasonic cries to the noise, vibrating items on her desk.. because her head is turned in that direction.
The advantage of being male at this point means it's much shorter lived. So after that cacophony of noise, he soon goes limp and just wheezes for a bit, instead! And feel weird about being in bed with Cricket, really, and enjoying it.
Cricket starts... laughing? Well, it's something that like, and a bit hysterical. Lots of gasping too, but she still hasn't quite let go of Alptraum.
Alptraum arches his brow a little. "Are you ... okay?" he finally asks her now that she's laughing. He's kind of holding her on too, so it's not like she could get off right now anyway.
"Hah..ah.." Cricket gasps. "Barada.. rules!" she declares. "Take.. that.. uh.. Inala.. whoo.. I feel dizzy."
"You better hope you're not pregnant," Alptraum warns, though not entirely seriously.
"Yodhbarada don't.. uh.. they just don't," Cricket claims. "Always just.. had.. donations," she explains. Donations meaning young girls.
"You also haven' been with someone like me," Alptraum points out, "So, it could be possible."
"Well.. new.. rules now, with you," Cricket admits. "Won't know for.. well.. I don't know how long. Unless you want to keep trying every day?"
Alptraum ahems. "Do YOU want to try?" he actually asks her.
"I'll have to pray on it and see what Barada wants," Cricket says. "If I'm going to be the next High Priestess, it might be nice to have a daughter."
Alptraum rubs his forehead. Well, he did knock up Phlagaea too, so. "Well, we'll see then, I guess," he waffles on it. "I just think you like having a closer relationship to someone like me."
"Well, aren't you supposed to get all of the High Priestesses pregnant, since you're technically their husband?" Cricket points out.
Alptraum shrugs a little. "I've not slept with the High Priestess of Gorphat," he claims, leaving out the reason for THAT.
"But you've already knocked up Gorphat's Blessed One," Cricket says. "The Kindly Ones can designate whomever they please to carry your children."
"How do you even know about that?" Alptraum has to ask.
"Umm.. Yodhbarada, you know," Cricket says. "Plus I asked Tulani about all the stuff you two had been up to."
"I'll have to remind Tulani some things don't need to be mentioned," Alptraum mutters. "So, were her stories why you've been trying to seduce me?"
"Have I been trying to seduce you, or am I just irresistible?" the girl asks, and smiles cutely. "I thought you seduced me!" she claims.
Alptraum smirks. "I know you're sneaky," he comments. "You got me to give you an Inala-esque chest, after all."
"And the eye!" Cricket reminds. "Aren't I your ideal girl.. from when you were my age?"
"You're not a belly-dancing cat," Alptraum points out. "So, uh, no? I didn't grow up around many Eeee."
"But when you thought you were a teenager again you were totally into me!" Cricket claims. "I mean, if I were around back then, would you still prefer some dancing cat to me?"
"Well, admittedly probably not. An actual Eeee is better," Alptraum has to admit. "Of course I could have just ended up a girl too."
"The Barsunala is a boy," Cricket insists. "And we would have gotten married for sure."
Alptraum laughs. "What makes you say that?" he asks.
"I'd be the only choice of course," Cricket claims. "And if I were your age, I'd still be the best Yodh for you. Because I'm awesome and hardworking and I'd be the most desirable Yodh for you."
Alptraum laughs at that. "Maybe so. Still, it's kinda nice to actually be desired versus suspected," he admits. He also reaches up and places his hand over Cricket's eye to re-enforce the silver again. He's also still feeling, well, stiff in certain areas. Is that actually going to go down or is it just something he has to deal with due to, well, the 'blessings'. At least it's not painful!
While keeping her head still, Cricket wiggles her hips just to cause more intense sensations. "You do like me though, don't you?" the girl asks, with that hint of teenaged uncertainty.
Alptraum whines at the moving! "Of course I like you. I wouldn't have claimed you if I didn't," he points out and taps her nose. He also grins more and says, "And maybe I'll send you to get some body jewelry too at some point," he adds and bounces her a little in revenge.
The bouncing causes a burst of that weird hysterical laughter again. "It's not fair!" Cricket gasps.
"What isn't fair? Don't you want decorations?" Alptraum teases.
"You gotta go do the mage stuff with Mr. Puff," the girl whines. "But then you'll be bringing him back.."
"What? I could have you be occupied. There's a place up the street a bit that does all sorts of body jewelry. You could get your nipples ringed, as well as other areas," Alptraum continues to tease. "And I really should get moving as I have no idea how long I can remain, well, male right now."
"Just keep thinking of me and you'll stay male," Cricket claims, and bites her lip. "I'd want you to pick out the jewelry."
Alptraum blinks. "You would actually agree to it?" he asks, surprised.
"Rings are important symbols," Cricket says. "It'd really signify our relationship."
Alptraum ... is now slightly worried! On one side he'd have fun taking her. On the other side, it might make things really weird. "Anyway, I should get going before things try to revert," he claims.
"Alright.. duty and all that.." Cricket sighs, and unclasps her arms and legs.
Alptraum lifts her off, slowly, then sets her on the bed next to him so he can sit up. "Where are the clothes Tulani brought?" he asks.
Cricket points to the folded clothes on one of the chairs (that's been cleared off of the usual books and papers).
Alptraum uses the 'dress' Ava had to wipe things down and then he's up and over to get the clothing! And dress. Like a guy. It's probably going to feel really weird. He's oddly already missing having breasts, though; he has gotten to like having those.
He's very aware of his pants, and how they brush against things though. Thinking about breasts, in general, isn't helping keep things calm.
There's some time 'positioning things' so nothing is obvious or uncomfortable, then he whews. "All right, off to the tower to deal with the bunny," he says. "Back in a while." And out the door he goes!
Of course, he has to collect the bunny, but at least he knows which door to go to.
And of course he's thinking about the bunny humping him because he's in a weird mental state. Ugh! Honestly, he thinks he's mostly just a toy to entertain the Sisters at this point. So down the hall he goes, and knocks on it. "It's memory time," he says.
The door is opened by.. Tulani. "Ah, got yourself sorted out I see," she says. The nervous looking Lapi is behind her.
"Mostly. And I have no idea for how long, but yes," Alptraum says. "Is he okay? Why does he look like he's worried someone will eat him?"
"Oh, I just intimidate him maybe?" Tulani suggets, and waves the Lapi forward. "Time to.. die?" the rabbit says. "I mean, I'll be gone.. but who I really am can afford tiger bodyguards.. probably even has a wife!"
"You're not really dying," Alptraum points out, "And yes, you are getting back a lot you lost. So, did Tulani at least spend a few hours making things fun for you?"
"We played card games," Mr. Puff says. "It's a good thing I don't have money to lose."
"He's not my type," Tulani claims, raising an eyebrow at Alptraum.
"What, she didn't seduce you? Disappointing," Alptraum remarks and counters Tulani's eyebrow with his own. "What?"
"I don't go around seducing people," Tulani notes. "That's your thing."
"Why do I feel like you're mad at me?" Alptraum asks. "Anyway, we should get him to the mages."
"Off to the tower of magic and mayhem!" Tulani declares, and takes Mr. Puff by one hand. "There's a Naga there with big boobs."
The rabbit's ears do go up at that mention.
"Bigger than hers," Alptraum adds and gestures to Tulani. "Onward."
The turnout for the ritual is bigger than Alptraum remembers from the last time. Cyprian is there with two Journeyman assistants, Rostre has her own assistants and a weird looking jar, and Trilby is also on hand with an emergency medical kit. There are a lot more odd components in the ritual circle, and there's a chair with manacles at the center.
"This is not exactly a setup that inspires safety or comfort," Alptraum comments as he stares at this. "You're going to make him nervous!"
"Secure the subject to the chair," Trilby instructs, as she's the only one not chanting at the moment. "It's for his safety, I swear."
Alptraum turns to Tulani and the bunny. "As bad as this looks, they really are trying to keep you safe. I'm sorry it doesn't look very welcoming," he apologizes. "Will you sit in the chair?"
"Y-yes," Mr. Puff says. "It's less scary than the doctor," he whispers to Alptraum before going to sit in the seat. Trilby locks him in, and also has a bit of leather for him to bite down on.
"Trilby, it would not kill you to smile, and be nicer," Alptraum tells her as he's mostly trying to keep the lapi calm with ear pets. "He could really use kindness right now, as he feels like he's about to die."
"Die? No, it's just like going to sleep," Trilby claims, and tries to smile. "You'll wake up as someone else, but there's no proof that we don't all do that every time we wake up." It may not be the most reassuring statement, but Trilby is trying. She got the tone of voice right.
"She tried," Alptraum mouths to the lapi from behind Trilby. "You'll wake back up as the real you, and can go back to family and friends, and a life better than being a prisoner in a cave," he adds. "It's like ... winning a contest?"
"I guess this was a nightmare then," the rabbit says. "With occasional unicorns and does. That.. did seem surreal."
"They usually do. Plus they were crazy," Alptraum claims with a straight face.
"My cousin may be able to help there," Trilby says. She takes a bottle out of her smock and opens it under the Lapi's nose. "Now breath in deep and count backwards from.. uh.. a thousand."
"A thousand?" Alptraum has to ask. "And cousin? Is she weird?" He shakes his head and looks back at Tulani, adding, "And no comments from you."
"I'm staying in this corner," Tulani says. "First time at one of these."
"Worried?" Alptraum asks.
"There could be explosions or something," Tulani points out. That makes Mr. Puff taking in faster, deeper breaths.
"There are no explosions," Alptraum says, while glaring at Tulani.
"There might be ssmall oness," Rostre admits.
"Keep it up and I'll remove your breasts," Alptraum tells Rostre.
"Bleh?" the Lapi asks, looking woozy. The anaesthetic takes time, but it does seem to be working.
"Well said," Alptraum agrees.
"When the ssspirit manifessts, I need you to grab it and put it into thiss jar," Rostre tells Alptraum, holding the jar in question. "If it doesssn't fit, jusst keep cramming and it'll fit eventually."
"Say what now? Why not just use bellows and suck it in?" Alptraum asks, then shakes his head. "Though I suppose you wanted me to feel useful."
"I can't keep up the barrier that keepsss it from leaving the room and try to capture it," Rostre explains. "I found that out lasst time."
"So I'm to be the sacrificial guy to get mauled instead. Gotcha," Alptraum says and nods. He moves closer to the Lapi.
Trilby corks the bottle once Mr. Puff is unconscious. "I'll be here too."
"Yes, to staunch the bleeding. Hurray me," Alptraum mutters. "I'm in a room full of women that hate me."
Cyprian stops chanting, and it looks like he's holding a phantom head between his hands. "Alright, put up the barrier," he says.
Rostre says something unintelligible, and Alptraum can feel the barrier go up. The walls glow with it to his eyes.
The phantom head is a bit unsettling. So Alptraum focuses on his hands and arms so he can hopefully grab whatever comes out, as well as armor them a bit with shadow. "Isn't that a bit bright?" Alptraum asks, distractedly.
"What?" one of the assistants asks. "What are you talking about?" Trilby asks Alptraum.
"The barrier is making me itch and the walls are rather bright," Alptraum comments.
"Oh, you can see it?" Trilby asks. "I suppose that makes sense."
"Yes, I can see it, and feel it," Alptraum confirms. "None of you can?"
Everyone else (except Tulani) start to close in on the Lapi. Rostre says, "I sssee it."
"You're missing out on the fun, Tulani," Alptraum comments. His attention, though, is mostly on the Lapi.
"Here we go," Cyprian says, and places the phantom head over Mr. Puff's. The Lapi begins to twitch.
"Don't lose your head," Alptraum jokes, trying to ease his own worries.
Everyone is chanting, except for Trilby, who is checking the Lapi's heartbeat with a stethoscope. The phantom head dissolves and sinks into the Lapi, and the twitching stops. Another sort of phantom Lapi begins to form, matching Mr. Puff exactly and just barely visible when it twitches instead.
And Alptraum reaches down and tries to get a grip on this phantom lapi before it bolts, explodes, or tries to eat Cyprian's left ear. "Doing okay, Tulani," he asks to make sure she's not freaking out.
"I have my eyes closed!" the Sphinx reports.
"Draw out the overlay, but slowly," Cyprian says, also grabbing hold of the phantom.
"Good, you're missing out on an incredible orgy," Alptraum tells Tulani, because he is a jerk. And now he tries to get a grip and pull out the overlay, which feels like grabbing onto an egg yolk and trying to not break it.
It's weird, pulling a phantom Lapi out of the real one, but it sticks at the hips and doesn't want to come out further. "This is the trap, be ready," Cyprian warns.
"Usually I consider pretty women as traps," Alptraum jokes, but nods all the same. "Considering I have no idea what can happen, I'm as ready as I can be."
"Pull harder then," Cyprian says.
"That's what he said," Alptraum jokes, and does pull harder.
Something gives, and that something is a little green glowing monster with.. well, a phallus bigger than its body. The Lapi becomes visibly aroused.. and Alptraum does too. And even Cyprian is effected.. and the male assistants. They don't stop their chanting though.
"Grrk! Okay, this ... ugh," Alptraum growls, really glad he arranged things so that if stuff was arousing it wouldn't bend in painful ways at least! He keeps pulling, too, and tells Rostre, "Get ready to be stuffed!"
The Spirit Mage is chanting. There's no telling if the women have been affected or not. The little green monster is trying to escape from the phantom.
Alptraum pulls, trying to drag it over to the jar ... and then shove it in crotch first to see if he can get the weird trap to go in. Before he has to touch it, hopefully.
It comes free from the phantom, and tries to hump Alptraum's hand. This cause him to release a bit suddenly. There's a collective groan from everyone in the room (including Tulani) so it's not just him that was affected. It's mostly noticeable on the sackcloth pants that Mr. Puff wears.
Alptraum ughs! Now he needs a bath! He flails, trying to grab the creature directly now. If he can get a grip, it's gotta go in the jar!
The Barsunala manages to get a better grip.. on the spirit's neck. The jar is presented by Rostre, and the spirit seems to be getting bigger, which is worrisome.
So Alptraum hurries over to Rostre and immediately tries to cram the thing into the jar! Whatever it takes!
It fights! But eventually Alptraum get it's in there, even if it means bending a part of it that isn't meant to bend. He can almost feel it himself! But Rostre is ready with a rubber cork, which ends the effects the little monster is causing. Well.. it's not getting any worse at least.
With the spirit removed, Cyprian is able to pull the rest of the phantom Lapi out, where it dissipates into the air.
The bending is unfortunately making him think of Dar, which is not exactly a pleasant image! Which is also good if it keeps him from getting too aroused at least. And then it's in the bottle, corked, and leaving Alptraum panting. "Well, that was disgusting," he wheezes, then looks back to the Lapi to see if his help is needed.
"He's fine," Trilby says, still monitoring the Lapi's vitals. She also grabs Alptraum's butt.
"Why are you grabbing my butt?!?" Alptraum squeaks.
Rostre releases the barrier, and sways a bit.
"Grabbing Cyprian's would be inappropriate," the Skeek explains.
"That wasn't as bad as the tigers at least," Cyprian says, letting out a long sigh.
"It was still bad," Alptraum complains. "And how is grabbing a demigod's butt not as inappropriate?"
"Not a coworker," Trilby says. And squeezes. The assistants are looking.. well, at each other.. and flirting with body language.
Tulani's hands come down on Alptraum's shoulders next. She's purring. Loudly.
"I am going to have fun with you," Rostre teases the trapped lust spirit.
"Hey now," Alptraum says, "I'm sure they have cold baths or showers here..." He's unfortunately imagining Trilby in her leather attire now, for some reason. "Don't you dare!" he shouts at Rostre!
"It could hold the sssecret to detecting them in the otherss," Rostre claims. It looks like she's been lactating, because there are two wet spots on her poncho.
"You just want to use it for sex games," Alptraum argues. He looks back at Tulani, though, worriedly.
Alptraum also checks to be sure he didn't lactate! Because his condition is weird as it is.
There's only one wet spot for Alptraum so far. Which Trilby is sniffing.
"Why are you ..." Alptraum asks Trilby, worriedly. Then back at Tulani, even more worriedly.
"We should.. uh.. disperse," Cyprian says. "And release the patient's restraints."
Alptraum tries to get free in order to free the lapi!
"I bet you'd fit in that chair," Tulani whispers into one of Alptraum's ears, before he pulls away from her.
"I bet I would too," Alptraum tells Tulani, and grins.
Rostre's assistants work to release the Lapi. Apparently they weren't as strongly affected. Or are just used to it."
Alptraum helps too, though he's keeping a wary eye on both Trilby and Tulani!
"You need to have your trousers cleaned," Trilby notes to Alptraum. "I'll help you take them off.."
Alptraum knows better, and knows he really shouldn't, but ... Once the lapi has vacated the chair he actually, well, sits down in it to make pants removal easier.
Trilby is very good at stripping off clothes. Must be something they teach in the school of Life Magic. It's Tulani that binds his wrists though!
Alptraum looks up at Tulani. "Is that really necessary?" he asks her looking mock-shocked. He knew the odds were good she'd do that, of course.
"I feel it is," Tulani purrs. Most of the others have exited, including those who took away the Lapi. "Back off, kitty," Trilby says. "I need to check him for any lingering injury from the ritual."
Alptraum also feels a sudden weight on his head, pressing his ears down. It is almost certainly caused by Rostre's breasts.
"Hey now, both of you can have fun," Alptraum tells them both. He also tests the restraints to see if they were actually useful or just for show.
They're useful.. although the arms of the chair are just made of wood, which the straps connect to.
Still, Alptraum isn't usually one to break armrests. And he's oddly, kind of enjoying it at the moment. He grins at Tulani and even pokes out his tongue.
Trilby begins her examination. She uses her tongue, which may or may not be standard practice.
Alptraum's ears stick straight up! Something about that, while being strapped in the chair, is making it really enjoyable! He's usually the one doing that, while a woman. So actually experiencing this side is a bit novel!
Tulani joins in, with a very different sort of tongue texture. Rostre's tongue dangles down to lick Alptraum's face though.
Alptraum is squirming a bit in the chair, but he's not exactly trying to escape. He's rather enjoying the attention, given the sounds he's making from all the various tongues involved.
It turns out the super-sensitivity isn't restricted just to being with Cricket. Things are starting to feel explosive.
"Uh, if you keep doing that things are going to get messy, fair warning," Alptraum whine-warns out. Note, he doesn't ask them to stop. He's definitely on the aroused side, so that even his pierced chest rubbing inside his shirt feels good!
Warning or not, they don't stop. It feels like it's vibrating (but that just may be from Tulani's purring) when things erupt. Since he just did a few minutes ago, there's not much, but it feels like a lot.
Alptraum really hopes they don't mind, because he can't really stop it when it happens. Soon he's all tensed up, whining, and things throbbing pretty intensely,
They don't stop, and Alptraum feels even more sensitive than before. This means things come to a head again pretty quickly. There might be a drop produced, but it still feels like an ever bigger explosion. And the pair just keep going.
Alptraum is having a bit of flashbacks to the Yodhmabb and Dar when they first 'treated' him. The intensity is there, anyway, and he's sort of seeing stars and squirming like mad. Thing is, even when it's 'uncomfortable', he's enjoying it; probably due to bleed of the various forms experiences.
Finally, the licking stops! But only because Trilby is trying to get herself situated in Alptraum's lap!
Alptraum is blinking, eyes slowly opening as he spots Trilby climbing right into his lap. "Aren't you worried people will talk?" he whimpers out, then jerks a bit when super-sensitive is suddenly wrapped in warmth.
The Skeek is soon in place and grinding her hips. Her legs are up against Alptraum's chest, and she's grabbing onto his arms to keep in place. It probably would have been easier to face the other way.
It's not like Alptraum can even help, his arms are secured! Not to mention the sensations are pretty overwhelming, so he's sort of staring up a bit, while moaning and drooling! It both hurts and feels amazing at the same time.
Staring up means staring into Rostre's face. And she decides to kiss Alptraum! This involves engulfing his entire head and running her tongue over.. everything.
Oddly, Alptraum doesn't mind! Sure, it's freaky, but he's enjoying it right now. All his weird experiences have taught him how to at least enjoy things. He even licks her tongue back!
Tulani has not found a way to join in.. but she has his feet. She's not doing anything with them yet though. It seems far away, compared to the sensation of the Skeek doing her best to cause another explosion.
Alptraum is trying to fondle her with his feet! An odd sensation, but he's had some experience lately with having relatively useless arms, so may as well use the feet! At least they don't feel stiff, or are horribly deformed now! The mouse, though, really has him lost in a blur of painful arousal .. that he's somehow still enjoying! He's certainly not asked to be released, or sounded like he wanted them to stop!
The mouse makes interesting sounds, and Tulani starts sucking on his toes. But Trilby makes a finally loud squeak, and goes limp. Only to be pulled off a moment later by Tulani!
Alptraum isn't even sure if he peaked or not! It's all just super-sensitive and aching now! And very cold-feeling when the skeek is pulled off! That actually makes him squeak and jerk some in the chair! His head shifts a bit as he tries to focus his eyes on tulani.
It's hard to see through Rostre's jaws, but he does get a glimpse of white wings and Tulani backs up and sits on his lap. At least he's warm again! And is protected from the feathers by Rostre's mouth.
Alptraum mpphm! The warmth is nice and very familiar. He can't move much, but he does try to roll some, even with slight movements tending to be mindnumbingly sensitive.
He can certainly move his hips more freely, and Tulani does give him some space to do so when she rises up before falling back down hard into his lap.
Alptraum does move his hips when he can. It feels painful and blissful at the same time, and so lovely warm and slick. He's trying to make it enjoyable for Tulani at this point, since he suspects he's pretty 'dry' so to speak in those ways.
Alptraum says, "But yeah, Penance I assume basically 'looks blind' given heavy cataracts and such."
Tulani is not dry, at least. With each impact, the chair groans almost as much as she does.
Alptraum is groaning and whimpering, too ... though it's a bit hard to hear given his head is swallowed!
Things pop again.. and again and again, with each impact. Right up until the chair can't take it anymore and the legs give out, dropping Alptraum and Tulani to the floor.. and popping his head out of Rostre's maw as well.
Alptraum grunts, loudly, when he hits the floor. He's still strapped into the chair, it's just a lot shorter now. "Ow," he manages out, right before he ends up moaning and shuddering from the sensations. Good thing his wings were kinda spread, and they just sort of splay on the floor behind him!
Tulani is a little less restrained, and falls off! She returns though, turning and finishing the destruction of the chair by breaking the parts that connect the arm rests to the seat and back. That gives Alptraum the ability to do things with his arms, at least. But then the back of the chair breaks as Tulani pins him down to the floor. His head is cushioned by Rostre's coils though.
Alptraum growls as he goes back! "I like this side of you," he growls up at Tulani. He's letting her keep him pinned, but he does lift his head up enough to bite Tulani on the neck and shoulder! He couldn't resist, he wanted her blood in a weird, primal, need.
The Sphinx growls when bit, and arches her back along with grinding her hips. The blood is full of adrenaline too, giving Alptraum a buzz on top of everything else.
So while Tulani rides him, he feeds on her! It's rather primal and visceral, and oddly enjoyable even though it's rather achy down below. His hips still roll too, but he's completely following her lead.
There's one last explosion.. and then other things begin to edge out the sensitivity. Like the ache from all of the activity, and the impact of the chair breaking.
Alptraum shudders and his jaws let go! He flops back and hiss-groans out, lips and teeth bloody from the bite. "Okay, okay," he whimpers.
Tulani flops on top of him, which doesn't help, and pants. But she's stopped moving at least, aside from the purring. This leaves one person in the room that isn't exhausted: Rostre. The Naga begins to coil around Alptraum and Tulani.
"We surrender, we surrender! No more!" Alptraum pleads! He feels like he might pass out, and parts of him might call off!
The coils of the Naga get underneath and support him, and Rostre slides Tulani off. Now Alptraum is on a soft, scaly mattress of sorts. The Naga even releases the straps that tied his arms to the last bits of the chair.
Alptraum shakes his arms out a bit, they're a bit tingly and stiff from having been secured. "Okay, that .. that's all right," he sighs out as he relaxes in the pile of scales, breathing and trying to collect himself. He sure still feels male, but he does a quick body check for anything trying to revert on him.
For a last bit of comfort, the Eeee is presented with two 'leaky' snake-breasts. Either as pillows or however he chooses to make use of them.
Alptraum peers at them, blinks. Then he does the only thing he really can do with them right now. One he just latches his mouth on and nurses, since he knows how nice that feels by experience. And the other just gets fondled and massaged by a shaky hand. At least his poor lower area is getting a break; ugh, sooo achy! He's almost glad he'll be a girl again soonish and not ache in this way!