Alptraum's mother nudges her shoulder to wake her up. "There's a camp meeting coming up," she whispers into Alptraum's ear. "Dress nice." It's probably late morning from the glow coming through the now open window.
Alptraum mehs, and rubs her eyes. "If it's just a camp meeting, why do I have to dress nice?" the tired bat inquires as she struggles to upright after a long night of weird and unpleasant dreams.
"Because you represent our family," Sabine notes. "And this may be a special meeting."
"Listen to your mother," Dimitris says.
"Special how?" Alptraum asks, suspiciously. This has her hackles up, something is being plotted.
"We may have a new wagon joining us," Sabine says. "So try to make a good impression, for me, please?" She then makes her big mom-eyes at Alptraum.
"And you're not trying to sell or marry me off, then?" Alptraum asks, eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"You're too young to be thinking about such things," Sabine claims. "New families don't always stay with us after all."
"It's the sort of thing that's done," Alptraum points out and gestures to her chest, "And ever since these ridiculous things grew in I need a stick to beat the guys with." Still grumbling, she's up, and soon using the mirror fragment kept in the wagon to look in as she fights with her hair and one of the cheap combs kept around.
"Are townies bothering you, sweetheart?" Dimitris asks. "I thought Scar was being your bodyguard?"
"The guys in camp are! Alla dem!" Alptraum insists as she does a mighty battle with a hair knot.
"And this isn't because of the time you put Hexen in a dress?" Sabine asks. "But boys can be like that. Look at how they treat the Radovah girls! Well, until the girls embarrassed them. Maybe one of them can tell you how to cut them down to size."
Sabine also takes over combing, after working the knot loose.
"Hexen is one of dem! He gets all weird now," Alptraum grouses as she releases control of her own hair. She works on cleaning her teeth instead.
"I'm sure you can handle Hexen," Dimitris says, fluffing the ruffles of his shirt. "He's practically your brother. Maybe now you can use this attention gives you to keep him out of trouble."
"The only way to do dat is to use alla dis, and dat just gets even weirder," Alptraum mutters, then rinses her mouth out. "So, who da new peoples?"
"Well, we haven't met them yet," Sabine says. "That's what the meeting is for."
"So, dey could be monsters, den," Alptraum remarks. Now she has to ponder on what to wear. Ugh. And look girly, to boot, which means a dress. Double ugh!
She has her table-dress, for fleecing the townies in. At least it fits, but also has a corset that pushes things up.
Alptraum remembers that dress. And how utterly girly it makes her look! She looks so waif-ish and delicate! It's awful! Buuut, it's also her best outfit. So, that's what it'll have to be. She'll even have to wear underwear.
Once the decision is made, Sabine helps with the corset. "I'll keep it loose, alright?" she promises.
"Eh, may as well go all the way if we are, cinch it up," Alptraum says with the tone of one utterly defeated. "Iffin I gonna look like a sexpot, may as well go all out!"
"You do not look like a sexpot," Sabine assures. "You look like a nice young lady."
"Sexpot," Alptraum repeats, and shrugs. "Course to young guys, Rhugrhats are sexpots."
"Have they been molesting our Rhug'rats?" Dimitris asks while Sabine.. does not go all out, but the corset is still a bit tight. Because it's a corset.
"Wouldn't put it past some of dem," Alptraum claims. "I know de Townies often use dere rhugrhats for t'ings like dat."
"Is that what they've been telling you?" Sabine asks.
"Just hear commentary in towns," Alptraum says. "I don't ask."
"Perhaps sending you with Hexen to put up the poster isn't a good idea now that you're filling out," Dimitris says.
"Eh, I kin still beat 'im up," Alptraum claims.
Sabine braids Alptraum's hair, and says, "Have you beat up the boys that are teasing you in camp too?"
"Sometimes!" Alptraum claims, "If they git really annoying."
"Well, just stick to slaps please," Sabine says. "We don't want you hurt your hands by punching. If they pretend to like being slapped, turn your nose up at them. Their mother probably paddled them for too long as children."
"If dey like it, dey weird," Alptraum claims as she fusses with the outfit. So ... delicate. Ugh! What's wrong with pants?
At the moment, the problem with pants is that she has to loosen the lacing so they'll fit. Which is making them more sexy as a result.
Alptraum quits fiddling with things. "Well, hopefully dis will be short an easy and no one will stare," she says, in the proper way to ensure doom.
Once her hair is done, Alptraum's parents finish sprucing up. Then it's time to leave the finally leave the wagon and join up with the rest of the camp.
Looking grumpy and sullen, like any teenage girl, Alptraum goes out to meet the world. And hopefully not have to beat it up.
The whole camp has turned out, the crowd thickest near the center. Alptraum quickly spots Hexen, looking even smaller than usual next to his Rhian father. He's futzing with his shirt buttons, trying to get them to match up.
"Helps iffin you actually line de bottom of de shirt up first," Alptraum calls out to him. At least she isn't the only one having to look, ugh, proper.
Hexen looks up, and blinks when he sees Alptraum. So of course he approaches her! "Can you do it for me?" he asks.
"I could, but it'll cost ya," Alptraum warns.
"You know I don't have any money!" Hexen claims. "Unless you need something else?" he asks, clearly eyeing Alptraum's breasts. "Time to make 'em fit into your clothes again?"
"Stop staring at mah things," Alptraum chides, and flicks his nose with a claw. "Oy, yer so hopeless," she mutters as she goes about fixing his shirt. "Kinna believe yer beaten by buttons."
Apparently they issue is that there's an extra button at the bottom that's missing a hole. "Buttons are tricky! You just don't know what it's like," the fox claims.
"I know 'ow buttons work, I use mah brain for mre den you do. Yer obsessed wit girls," Alptraum chides as she gets the shirt buttoned correctly this time.
"Not all girls," Hexen says defensively, and then tucks the bottom of his shirt into his pants. "And I ain't obsessed, I still got other interests!"
"Like whut?" Alptraum demands to know.
"Finding weird animals, pranking my enemies, being awesome, climbing trees, exploring ruins and.." he lists off, then leans in and whispers, "brushing my tail."
That last one makes Alptraum break into a giggle-fit. "Are ya sure yer not a girl?" she teases because of that last one, and elbows him.
"Hey, don't diss my tail," Hexen says, curling it around and hugging it. "It's my best feature.. isn't it? Well, you're an Eeee, so probably find my ears handsome."
"Yer tiny widdle earsies?" Alptraum teases, reaches over, and wiggles them with her hands.
"Eee!" Hexen squeals. "Dey's sensitive! Mebbe I should grab your ears!"
"Don even t'ink it!" Alptraum says and jumps back, fangs bared! She calms down quickly enough, though. "An 'sides, we're supposed ta behave for de new people or sumthin'."
"Oh yeah, they's pretty well surrounded in there," Hexen says, gesturing to the thickest part of the crowd. "How we gonna get through dat?"
"Eh, do we even need ta? I know nuttin about dese people," Alptraum grumbles. Also, apparently holds a grudge for having to wear a dress.
"Well, because we can't see 'em," Hexen says. "We should find out though! Maybe they neat stuff."
"Or mebbe dey borin' and old," Alptraum counters. "But I guess," she grudgingly admits and then she's off to see if she can find a way through to see these new interlopers.
"They gotta do something," Hexen says as he follows. "Maybe puppets!" Whenever one of the boys tries to say something to Alptraum, the fox veers to step on their feet.
"Bet dey eat brains," Alptraum mutters as she works her way forward.
After pushing through, they finally get to where the action is. Mama Radovah is talking to.. Madame Zenobia. And next to her, looking awkward as on of the daughters talks to him is Zoltar. And on seeing him, Alptraum suddenly feels moist down below, and she even feels a little dizzy.
"Aw, Dagh. It would be them," Alptraum mutters and runs her hands down her face. "Too bad fer you," she comments to Hexen, "Not another girl fer you to chase."
"But that's an Eeee guy.. hey, you alright?" Hexen asks Alptraum. "Your legs are shakin'"
"I run into 'em before, is all. Dey weird," Alptraum claims as she tries to steady herself. God, how embarrassing! Ugh.
She's starting to feel feverish now too. Hexen looks more blurry than usual as well. "Mebbe your corset is too tight?" Hexen suggests.
"Eh, mebbe, ugh," Alptraum says as she fans herself a bit, trying to cool down and focus.
"Alptraum?" Zoltar asks, his voice sending a tingle down Alptraum's spine. He actually tries to steady her with a hand on her shoulder. "You look faint."
"Eh, stupid corset!" Alptraum blurts out as she tries to steady herself. "Wasn' expecting it t' be you two joining dis group of oddballs."
"Let's get you away from the crowd," Zoltar says, and scoops up Alptraum into his arms to carry her out. "I'm Hexen!" Hexen says, following along. "I'm Traum's best friend. We've been together since we were little kids."
"Oy! You don't have ta carry me!" Alptraum says in protest and squirms a whole lot, too. Right now she kind of wants Hexen to rescue her! Aie! She doesn't even say Hexen is her only friend.
Once at the edge of the crowd, Zoltar finds a log bench and sets Alptraum down. She's still a bit hot though, and aroused, and dizzy. "I'll loosen you up!" Hexen declares and goes behind Alptraum to try and loosen the laces. Hopefully they will be less confusing than buttons. Zoltar puts a hand to her head to feel how hot she is. "Your ears are flushed," he notes.
"Yeh, too many clothes, cuz we hadda dress nice fer de new people. Apparently you two," Alptraum says as she tries to steady her breathing. "Why are ya tryin' ta join us, anyway?"
"Safety in numbers," Zoltar claims. "Tell me, have you been to any ruins or old shrines lately?"
Alptraum shakes her head. "Nah, not been out of de camp much lately. I'm not possessed or anything like dat!" she blurts out, knowing exactly where that question was going. "Are ya joining temporarily, or looking to stay?"
"We'll see how it goes," Zoltar says. Hexen speaks up though, saying, "Well, there was the old mansion basement we explored with this string naked girl that showed up out of nowhere. The wine we found was bad though." It feels like he's got his fingers tangled up in the laces.
"That was a while ago, long before I met dis one 'ere," Alptraum tells Hexen over her shoulders, "An give up back dere before you knot yer fingers!"
"Did you feel any different after that?" Zoltar asks, while Hexen tries to gets his fingers free.
"In de cellar? Nah, not at all," Alptraum says. "Just a weird ghost encounter that frustrated de fox back dere."
"And then your boobs popped," Hexen points out.
"More that it became pointless to keep trying to wrap dem," Alptraum corrects, and shrugs. "Not related."
"Any other odd effects? Changes in behavior?" Zoltar prods.
Hexen finally yanks his fingers free. "Dis corset is diabolical!"
"No! Of course not," Alptraum insists. "An all corsets are diabolical torture devices."
"And you aren't feeling sexually aroused right now?" Zoltar asks. But of course Alptraum is! She's even starting to lactate.
"What kind of a question is that to ask?!" Alptraum demands of Zoltar! "Dat be none of yer business!"
"I think you might have been exposed to some sort of spiritual residue or contamination in one of these ruins," Zoltar says. "It's not like being possessed, but it can be cleansed."
"Eh, mebbe. Mebbe not. I don' really want to be diddled wit'," Alptraum huffs, and crosses her arms under her chest.
"So you're fine with having your body mess with you?" Zoltar asks, crossing his own arms. "Want me to get you out of that corset?"
"At least it be me messin' with myself and not someone else messin' wit me," Alptraum insists. "An iffin you wanna loosen it, go ahead, but ya might make Hexen mad.
"I can still help," Hexen insists, and.. sits next to Alptraum and holds her hand. "You can feel my tail if you want," he offers, as Zoltar takes a stab at the corset.
Alptraum grabs the tail, and squeezes. "Dere is nothin' wrong wit me," she insists, stiffly.
Amelia hexen yelps at the squeeze, and says, "Yer supposed to stroke it, for best effect." There's lessening of pressure on her ribs, as Zoltar releases the corset. He then leans in and nuzzles the side of her neck, which nearly turns her spine into jelly. "Sure 'bout that?" he whispers into her ear.
"Only t'ing I sure about is yer doing something weird and pervy," Alptraum mutters back towards Zoltar. "Yer deliberately trying to mess me up."
"Hardly even tryin'," Zoltar says. "I kin take you back to my wagon, strip you down.. maybe tie you to my bed and have my way wit' you. Your friend can watch."
"See?!?! PERVY!" Alptraum insists, and looks at Hexen and hoping he doesn't agree.
"I can smell ya," Hexen admits. "I mean, you sometimes get hot 'n bothered with me. You are squirmin' a bit, and you need to wring out yer panties I think. Mebbe it's not just.. ya know.. teenager horniness."
"UGH! You too?!?!" Alptraum grumbles, ears splayed out wide. "What are ya actually proposing to do?"
"Just checking if you have some kinda spirit infection," Zoltar says. "It may just wear out over time though, if it benign and not trying to cause something specific."
"Ugh. FINE! Ya all a bunch of pervs and I can't get you to stop, so I may as well let you," Alptraum gives in, in protest. Probably trying to safe face due to the fact she wants to jump somebody right now and even Rhugrhats are looking appealing.
"Let's head to my wagon, so I can get you onto the circle," Zoltar says.
Alptraum is still squeezing Hexen's tail as she gets up. "He comin' too," she insists.
"Wouldn't miss it!" Hexen says, as he gets dragged along. "Gotta watch out for my bestie!" The black wagon isn't far, just outside the circle of the main wagons. "Dis is spooky," the fox admits.
"Any more spooky den me?" Alptraum points out, still having a death-grip on that tail, too. She looks at Zoltar and notes, "Seriously, iffin you do anything weird, I'll eat you."
"Uh, define weird?" Zoltar asks as he leads them to his own room, and begins folding the furniture back into the wall, so that he can roll up the carpet to reveal some sort of magic circle painted on the floor.
"I'll know weird when I see it," is all the definition Alptraum provides. "An I'll beat you with the fox."
"Alright, take your clothes off and lie down on the circle," Zoltar instructs, and looks at the fox, then back to Alptraum. "So, do you two.. umm.." he tries to ask.
"I keep him out of trouble," Alptraum says, stiffly. She doesn't relish the idea of undressing, but it's not like these two haven't seen her in the buff. So ... it's stripping down ... after she finally lets go of his tail. That takes about five minutes before her hands will let go.
Hexen fluffs his tail back out, and says, "Oh, you mean boinking? We do that lots," he tells Zoltar.
"Ah, good," Zoltar says. "Please.. do so. In the circle, so try not to roll around or anything."
Alptraum smacks the back of Hexen's head for that. And then she sits in the circle, looking peeved. "So, yer a perv that likes to watch, is it?" she asks of Zoltar and glares at him.
"It would help if the energy is active during the test," Zoltar says. "Do you not want him to.. err.. boink you? Because he's here and it would be convenient."
"I just t'ink dis is some weird pervy t'ing," Alptraum keeps insisting. "But yah, I need t boink someone or go deal wit it in private soon." She glares at Hexen, and demands, "Present yerself!"
"Ah! Gimme a moment!" the fox yelps, and struggles with his buttons. He somehow manages to rebutton some of them while unbuttoning others. Eventually he just pulls the shirt off over his head, which only gets stuck for a brief moment. His pants come off much easier. Meanwhile, Zoltar is getting some supplies from a small trunk, mainly candles.
"I 'ope you don't mind stink," Alptraum tells Zolar, "Cuz dis one gets stinky."
"I thought you liked the stink," Hexen says to Alptraum, before approaching her.
Alptraum reaches up and pulls Hexen right down! She flips him onto his back and then straddles herself over him. "I just warning 'im," she points out as she reaches back and down to see if Hexen is 'ready' or not. How romantic.
Despite the look of sudden terror on his face, the fox is very ready. "Be kinda gentle," he implores. "So yer boobs bounce but not too much.."
Candles are set and lit, and Zoltar sits cross-legged outside the circle and starts to sing or chant something.
Alptraum has to do a bit of positioning, then she sits right down, and the fox goes right in, all the way. Ugh! Why does it have to feel so good? She's struggling to keep looking pissed instead of looking like she's a wanton slut. And she already knows she fully intends to get him stuck at the end, too. She can't help it. And so, she starts bobbing her body as she rides him. The looking pissed is broken up by moments of moaning or sighing.
It does feel really, really good, especially since she's in control. Drops of milk go flying at times though, and the fox squirms and moans helplessly. There's something else though: the rest of the room seems to disappear into blackness, with only her, Hexen and the circle visible. And Hexen is visible mainly because the symbols and designs of the circle are glowing and outlining him. But some of the weird symbols and such seem to be wiggling.
Alptraum should be worried, really. But she's not, her mind is fixated on getting the fox to pop, and the sensations of when he gets stuck since it's a pretty intense feeling of being filled, and pulling, when she moves afterward. It's also during this her mind is trying to convince her being this way is lots of fun and she shouldn't try to be rid of those feelings.
Eventually the symbols start to crawl up onto Alptraum, covering her legs at least.. but reaching for her genitals. Which feel like they're on fire, but a very nice fire. She's already on the verge of popping herself.
That makes her squeak out and push down, where she grinds and tries to get them to both pop at the same time.
Hexen lets out a squeaky moan and pops mightily (for a small fox). The symbols that have attached themselves to Alptraum's nethers glow bright when she pops as well!
Alptraum arches and moans at that moment, and feels the fox be a fox, and things get, well, stuck. And then she's in that sort of happy-place bliss, and rides it out. May as well enjoy it before the humiliation sets in.
There's also the familiar musk smell. The symbols fade away, and the room comes back into view, along with Zoltar. After a bit, the medium asks, "How do you feel right now?"
"A bit tired, gimme ten minutes," Hexen replies.
"I means Alptraum," Zoltar notes.
"Better," Alptraum admits. "Also, stuck. And stinky."
"Well.. you do have some sort of eros energy buildup," Zoltar says. "Have you found sex to be getting more intense or less?"
"I'm ... not sure," Alptraum admits. "It's not like I did much sex until recently, so hard to compare."
"Well, you may just need to try and use up the energy with constant sex," Zoltar suggests. "At least you might deplete it enough to go a few days before feeling the urge again."
"I thought you said the urge could be stopped," Alptraum grumbles and glares at him. "Or is it you really just wanted to watch?"
"This was just to detect if it really was some sort of spirit infection," Zoltar says. "You said you didn't want to be cleansed of it. That's more involved."
"Well, mebbe I should. Is it an infection, den?" Alptraum asks.
"Yeah, you may be particularly susceptible or something," Zoltar replies. He doesn't say anything incriminating in front of Hexen at least.
"An it can be fixed? Or just ... suppressed?" Alptraum asks next.
"Well, purged, which is fixed," Zoltar says. "It's sorta like an exorcism, but also not, since there's no resisting spirit to deal with. I think we can capture it in a jar."
"Okay, well, write up what dat will take an we kin talk about it later. Dun wanna deal wit it right now," Alptraum admits.
"Are you still aroused?" Zoltar asks. "Your breasts are leaking."
"Not so much right now, no, and yes, that happens," Alptraum mutters, looking upward.
"Alright, uh.. when will you two be done?" Zoltar asks, and starts blowing out the candles.
Alptraum looks down, and tugs a few times. "In about thirty minutes, give or take," she admits, already regretting that too, even though a moment ago she wanted it. Such conflicting emotions, and sooooooo aggravating. But also so much fun and she does enjoy it often ... so is it really something to get rid of? ARGH!