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

Alptraum felt the change as soon as he stepped out of Cricket's office. It was a fast one, and it happened without the shadow cocoon, which is generally the sign that one of the Seven Sisters was involved. It didn't hurt but it was intensely weird turning from a teenaged Eeee into.. Willow. For the majority of the remaining men, she was the right (if petite) size. There was a moment of instability while she tried to balance on split hooves after losing the wings.

Willow bleats, too! And ends up staggering to the wall to use it for balance. Loss of all back weight, and sudden front weight. She also ends up getting her horn stuck in the wall. Ow.

The wall is made of cheaper material than her horn at least, so getting it back out shouldn't be too much of a problem. She still has to find her first patient as well. She knows where Mr. Fingers is, but seeking him out would probably force her into a Skeek body. The same goes for Mr. Slither, although she hasn't been a Naga for awhile. The Rhians and Aeonian would be fine, and maybe the one Jupani, Mr. Blue. Alptraum's never been a Jupani before though.

Willow puts both hands on the wall and pushes until she can dislodge her horn from the wall. The sensation is a bit disconcerting. The horses always tended to hang in the main group room, so she heads towards that one while rubbing her head near her hornbase.

Sackcloth is there with Mr. Blue, playing cards. Both stop and stare when Willow shows up. "Willow," Sackcloth says. "I didn't think you'd be visiting again." He certainly looks surprised.

Willow shrugs. "Well, if you preferred I did not, I can always go," she offers and gestures from the way she came. "I imagine cards are more interesting, after all."

Sackcloth is on his hooves pulling Willow into a kiss with surprising speed! He's also squeezing her rump with one hand as well.

Willow's tailtip poofs out! She sort of goes frozen as she didn't expect that reaction. She's also not sure how she can detect curses! So she tries to see if she feels anything, other than male horse. With her hands on male horse. Very male horse.

The hands on approach doesn't seem to turn up anything unexpected, other than that the Rhian's pants fall down easily. But not alterations to his aura other than arousal. He's also guiding her towards the lounge's couch.

Willow guesses the horse isn't feeling shy, or somesuch! She's also fumbling a bit as she walks backwards on those new hooves as she heads towards said couch. Nothing in aura or direct touch? How in the world is she supposed to sense it, then?

The stallion soon has her laying back on the couch, and his nuzzling of her throat inevitably leads to her breasts, and suckling.. but there no milk! Apparently whichever goddess is currently in charge of Alptraum's body also controls which blessings or curses it has, or else only their blessings are in effect. Without Inala's blessing, the unicorn mare won't be dealing with constant mind-blowing orgasms.. but also won't have the magical 'take any size with ease' effect, which means she's about to feel a bit stretched!

That last bit dawns on Willow and her eyes get big! She knows how big he is, and this is going to soon be rather uncomfortable, if he manages to fit in at all. Unicorns are not that big! Still, the nipple suckling feels good even without flowing milk, though she misses it a little bit. She likes to ooze, remnants of other goddesses she spends time with.

Soon though comes the stretch, as Sackcloth begins his push. "Tighter than I remember," the stallion mutters into Willow's cheek.

Willow sort of squeaks. "Not been with folks for a while," she claims in sort of a pained hiss. Still, she's surprised he got in, and it feels like she squatted on a log.

It does feel nice once it's all in though, things get pretty lubricated. Because of Inala's blessing, Willow had forgotten how much she used to like the big men. And Mr. Sackcloth is certainly in the mood for deep plunges it seems.

Unicorns still have equine-like bodies, so long and deep they tend to be. So those plunges feel lovely. Also, tends to make her rather bleat-y! It's also making it hard to focus on trying to sense, well, anything but that. Or the creaking of the sofa.

As Sackcloth's grunts get louder and quicker along with his pace, the tightness and his general pent-upped-ness are his undoing. After several more hard thrusts he erupts, and Willow glimpses something. It looks like a broken doll, but it's just a flash.

Willow's toes would curl if she had them! Also, the vision is more confusing than useful! A doll? Has she seen a doll anywhere? Is it just a metaphor? What is a metaphor? She's having a hard time thinking about much right now other than she's very, very, full! And feeling 'explody'.

Mr. Sackcloth pauses to catch his breath, then starts up again with a slower rhythm and more breast squeezing and sucking. Maybe a second look will make it all clearer, if the Rhian can manage it.

Willow can't help that with an Inala blessing. She's also not sure she can hold a second burst! But what choice does she have? And really, when has she ever let it stop her from doing something even when she knows it's a bad idea? So soon she's rolling along with him.

The slower buildup certainly helps ramp up Willow's own tension, along with all of the nuzzles and nibbles. The impacts do start to get harder though as Sackcloth builds up steam. Eventually he's going even faster than the first time.

Willow finds each impact makes her see stars. Also, a lot of noise down below; very slurpy. At some point she does end up hooking her hooves around his and tries to match his pace. The room is sounding a bit like a barnyard.

When the moment comes, they're both in sync this time. And the look at the curse is clearer: a doll, like a Gorphat curse doll, but the limbs are all at unnatural, broken angles.

Willow remembers those, quite disturbing. And for some reason is also now imagining there has to be at least one or two made up of Dar that the Yodhmabb and Yodhgorphat are using to curse him! She tries to not dwell on that long, though, and more on the doll and those limbs. Are the rhain's limbs somehow cursed then?

Since other curses made the subjects violent in the case of the tigers, and everyone nearby amorous for the Lapi.. could this curse literally break the limbs of either Sackcloth or everyone in the room? Rhians are strong, so the curse might also reflect that physical strength.

Although right now the wheezing Rhian is mainly causing issues because of his weight, as he's collapsed atop Willow.

Either outcome of that would be extremely unpleasant. So, that gives places to examine at least! Something to do with limbs, probably his. That's something at least!

Sackcloth begins to magically levitate. He comes out with a bit of a slurping sound, followed by a gush of sticky substances. Then Willow sees that it's Mr. Straw lifting the exhausted Rhian.

Willow looks up weakly, and then at the mess between her legs. Were she green, she might feel a bit like the oozing High Priestess with the amount of goo that just came out of her. She shudders at that thought; no flies or maggots at least! At least not today. "I need a towel," she admits, embarrassed.

After sitting Sackcloth down in a chair, Mr. Straw offers up the spent stallion's pants as a towel.

Willow cleans up a bit down below. Still, it's going to be, er, sloppy seconds if someone else beds her. She grins slightly and gestures to herself, then to Mr. Straw. She also tries to remember if he was, well, bigger?

Mr. Straw sheds his own pants. As a draft horse, he's half-again bigger than Mr. Sackcloth in just about every dimension. And fully aroused, he's girthier than one of Willow's arms. She could probably sit side-saddle on that like a perch.

Willow's ears wilt. How will she deal with that? Can it even fit? Anywhere? She's sort of staring at it and pondering her various passages and what might even, well, work.

Mr. Straw isn't aware of Willow's thought process, so just lifts her up and bends her over the table!

Willow's eyes are wide, two options there and both will be ouchy! She ends up flagging her tail up by instinct, and presenting both options. Apparently the only way she can get hints, so she has to just grit her teeth and ... beat it?

Looks like Mr. Straw prefers the still tender and wet option. He leans over and holds onto Willow's shoulders as he slowly penetrates. He runs into an obstacle in the form of Willow's cervix, so ultimately can't go all the way. He focuses instead on rather short in and out movements until the mare is used to him.

Well, that sure makes her whinny! It's even more of a stretch, and there's that feeling of squatting on a log again. Then the impact on her cervix! Unngh, that is uncomfortable! And she's not sure if it'll relax enough to give him some more depth or not, or if she could even get it to relax on her own. She's sure trying, though.

The big horse keeps knocking on it, certainly. He's pulling out more before pushing now, which means he's probably going to really start thrusting before too long.

Willow grits her teeth and prepares. It's gonna hurt something fierce when he breaches that gate; she knows all about cervical pain from Nicora, after all. She also really gets a grip on that table ... and hopes she can walk after this!

The thrusts start, and the gate is soon breached. But despite the pain, Willow has a very unexpected orgasm as well. When the Rhian draws back, it feels like giving birth.. until the baby returns for another try and really stretches the mare to her limit.

There's quite the cry out when things are breached and left gaping! But at least it means the large horse can thrust deeper now? She's seeing stars, and swirls, and having lots of little bursty orgasms from that! It's a bizarre sort of pleasure-pain mix she feels; and once more she thinks if Gorphat's influences; certainly more than Inala given the sensations.

The big horse is whickering, and Willow can feel his drool on her back. When he bursts she gets a glimpse of another curse doll, this one with a broken back. She also gets an extra shudder when Mr. Straw gently bites her horn.

Willow guhs! Her horn already met a wall, now a bite? It makes her head arch back to follow the teeth, though! She's seeing more stars of her own, and there's tremble-clenching on Straw. Too far stretched to actually clench, that's for certain!

Mr. Straw releases Willow's horn, but she can still feel his heartbeat through the part that's inside her and pressing firmly up against her own flesh. She doubts Mr. Straw would have any trouble breaking backs if it came down to it.

It seems an odd curse that he'd do that though. It's possible, she supposes. Or would his just break? Either way, another clue to use for a more exhaustive mage-search. So, that's something.

Her own back feels like it could break right now. It takes some time for Mr. Straw to deflate enough that he can pull out without just dragging Willow with him, and suddenly she's in need of a towel again.

Willow is both empty and feeling a breeze up a place she normally doesn't. Also, there's a mess on the floor beneath them. "Ugh, sorry," she mutters. What will Cricket think of this? Especially if she has to mop it up.

"Sorry?" Mr. Straw asks. "Need help?" he then offers, in case Willow can't stand up on her own.

Willow does try to stand up and and see if her legs even still work. She also feels herself between her legs for, well, damage.

Between her legs is.. a lot more space than she remembers. Her hips hurt when the weight of standing is put on them, and she can't seem to get her legs together. Are they permanently spread now!? She can't walk like that. Her back also hurts. And her shoulders and her butt and her thighs, which also absorbed some of the impacts.

Willow tries to, well, waddle? And see if she can get her legs to back working again. And maybe close?

She manages to get them closed, but it hurts. Mr. Straw grunts something, and then scoops her up into his arms. "Take you to the relax-room," he says.

Well, that earns a weird squeak, but she's hardly one to argue about going to the relax room to relax! She needs a bit of a rest.

Mr. Straw carries up the a flight of stairs, and then down a short corridor into a very dimly lit room that smells nice. He lies her down on a padded table, and turns up the lantern. There are fake flowers in vases, and pastoral paintings on the walls, along with with a sideboard cabinet with a washbasin and lots of bottles and folded towels on it.

Willow stretches out on the table. Ahhh. A chance to rest and hopefully unstretch a bit. She even closes her eyes a bit, and breathes.

"I get relaxer," Mr. Straw says, and leaves Willow alone in the room. If only there were some light chamber music or incense!

But alas there is not, and she can't make her own music. At least nothing that wouldn't be a bit rude, anyway. So, she just lays there for a bit, breathing, and pondering on the curse hints. Possible outcomes if activated? For them or for those around them? Either is quite possible.

Someone arrives, and says in surprise, "Willow!" It's Mr. Bright, and despite his surprise he goes to the sideboard and lights a candle.. and some incense.

Willow gahs! "Yes, it's me. I came to check on people and things went weird. They always go weird," she complains. "I may never walk again."

The other unicorn is setting some sort of holder over the candle, and then pouring water into the basin. "Whatever the circumstance, it's good to see you," Bright says, as he sets a cup of water on the armature above the candle. "Where are you sore?"

"Let's clean you up a bit first then," the unicorn says, and adds some liquid from a bottle into the cup of warming water. He also prepares some cloths, which he soaks in the concoction for a bit. "How have you been otherwise?" he asks.

Willow shrugs a bit. "Mm, reasonable. Been helping the Yodhbarada with some research," she claims as she stares sort of upward. "Kept me busy thus far. How about yourself?"

"Reading," Mr. Bright says. "I've been studying massage, and Cricket had this room prepared for me to actually practice in." Then the warm, soaked cloth is being used to gently clean between Willow's thighs, and whatever the liquid was does wonders for the soreness there.

"I felt the urge to do something with my hands," Mr. Bright explains. Then he's washing the more sensitive area with light wipes, before laying the cloth across the area and beginning to massage the vulva through it.

"Fair enough," Willow says, then twitches soon when that sort of massage starts. "Sorry, bit stretched. Flopping in the wind right now," she whimpers.

Bright uses two fingers to push the cloth inside to get as much of that area soothed as well, which is a weird feeling. "I need you to turn onto your belly to get your legs and hips and back."

Also worrying it was so easy for him to do that! She does manage to roll over with some very undignified grunting as she does, then sort of splays out, and lifts her tail out of the way.

The cloth is removed, and the warm liquid is now applied directly to the back of Willow's thighs, then worked in by Mr. Bright's palms (as his fingers might be a bit hard). Then comes the actual rubbing to get the medicated solution in deep.

Alptraum mmmmphs. "Better," Willow mutters. She's having a few flashbacks of Dar and the drafts that poor bat feels all thanks to the demon that has been buggering him.

Willow mmmmphs. "Better," Willow mutters. She's having a few flashbacks of Dar and the drafts that poor bat feels all thanks to the demon that has been buggering him.

Dar didn't get a butt massage to go with them though. And this time hard fingers come into play, going deep to get to the underlying muscle. Which isn't too far, really, on a unicorn. It does get the knots though to loosen things up.

Willow is sure Dar wouldn't want a butt massage from Hosheb. "Mph," she remarks, idly. "Are you also helping Cricket with her work?" she inquires. "Or will join their order?"

"I won't get an official offer to join until after I've been cleansed of the amnesia and such," Bright says. "But yes, I have been helping Cricket organize things and find connections she may have overlooked." He pours more of the liquid into the small of Willow's back, just above the base of her tail, and spreads it outward to her hips.

"I've found possibilities, mainly for Mr. Sackcloth," Bright says, pouring more oil and then climbing up onto the table and kneeling over Willow's butt to work on her back. "I think I would have more to keep me busy with the Yodhbarada than with the Yodhrephath."

"Do you have a preference? And would you prefer to work for neither?" Willow asks next. She grunts a bit as her butt is worked over, grateful to get the muscles to relax some.

"It all depends on what I remember of my previous life, if anything," the Aeonian says. "Then they'll have to make their pitches again. Or I could just stay in Babel and be a freelance consultant who works with both as needed. I haven't seen much of Babel though."

"Do you want to? There's not that much to see other than rebuilding," Willow points out.

"I'm curious, but it will have to wait until after the ritual to restore my memories," Bright says. "I may remember what I've learned about massage though, if muscle memory is truly separate. It will be an interesting experiment, and I've kept notes for myself to test the theory." He's slowly relaxing Willow's back, using several different types of hand strokes.. and even one that involved his entire forearm.

"Your memories may have been modified differently," Willow points out. "It's not like ours work the same as most others." And then she has to shut up and sort of groan-grunt instead as her back is worked over. It both hurts and feels good to work out knots that way.

"It may be a challenge, true," Bright says as he digs his thumbs into some knots. "Not much is known about us, so perhaps a mage will start a book about it."

"Do you want to be the subject of a book? I prefer to be more ... low profile," Willow claims.

"You aren't curious about yourself?" Bright says, then pulls back and scoots a bit further back down the tail, around Willow's legs. "Can you turn onto your back again?" he asks.

"More I do not care? I am who I am today, not who I was yesterday," Willow claims as she rolls right back over. Oof, well, her back feels a lot better, at least!

More of the warm liquid is poured onto her belly now, and Mr. Bright massages there, focused a bit on the lower abdomen and the line of the pelvis, where he gets in with his thumbs again searching for knots.

Willow mmph. It also causes some of the remains from earlier to ooze out when the area above her womb is pushed on. "What if it turns out I used to be some super evil schemer bent on world domination?" she asks, "Would you want that learned?"

"Well, that depends on how effective the scheme was," Mr. Bright says. "I imagine many would follow you." More of the liquid, and he starts massaging Willow's breasts. And once the fluid gets into the skin, it tingles and she actually starts lactating! Or maybe it's just because Mr. Bright is doing it.

Well, that surprises Willow! Why would it matter if he did it? "Why do you say that? Who would follow some thin unicorn in black leather that cackled manically and carried a whip, hmm?" she jokes.

"Black leather?" Mr. Bright asks, and then starts suckling, which is pretty relaxing since he doesn't stop with the breast massage.

"Isn't that traditional for villains?" Willow asks. She's now a bit distracted, though.

"It would be rather squeaky when you moved though," Bright points out when he switches breasts.

Bright actually tugs on Willow's teat before letting go after hearing that. "That was awful," he comments. "You should be punished for that joke," he suggests, and nuzzles at her throat.

Willow snorts. "What you're not punishing me now?" she inquires and sticks out her tongue a bit. "I mean, it's just some tit for tat..."

"Aarrrgh!" Bright responds, and nips Willow's neck. "Just for that, I may not massage your horn," he threatens.

Willow smirks. "I thought I was going to massage your horn," she jokes. "Isn't that what usually happens?. Though I suppose you're not interested in such things."

That makes Willow's brow go up. But, she does as asked. "How forceful you are," she sort of purrs at him. "You didn't even buy me dinner."

"Forceful?" the stallion asks, and pushes in.. then pulls out to really push in. "Fit seems good.." he says, wiggling his hips around. All of the 'stretching' apparently doesn't last for long.

Willow whinnies! Funny how the same species always feels 'the best'. "Yes, forceful," she comments, distracted. "If it were not impossible, I'd be worried you were trying to knock me up."

"Knock knock," Bright replies, with two hard bucks of his hips. "I have no idea what sort of parent I would be. I never felt the urge to adopt," he notes. "Though is seems a shame to waste all this milk."

Willow snorts. "I am not going to start a drink business," she remarks dryly. "It's weird enough that I produce constantly."

"Willow's Milk Bar," Bright suggests as he rolls his hips. Without the blessing, it still feels nice, just not brain-melting.. but still a bit better than usual. Right up until Bright touches his horn to Willow's and completes the circuit. Then it feels like things really start to light up!

"Hey, I have two bars already, in my teats," Willow jokes. "Maybe that's why I produce?" She might say more, but horn contact makes her brain go all melty and all that comes out is a loud moan instead. And she rolls those hips, too. And a thought crosses her mind, could Inala make it possible for Willow to actually get pregnant from another unicorn?

Bright whickers, and they share the Little Death. Willow gets a glimpse of... Then the moment has passed and she has a memory of there being something.. then nothing. And at some point Bright went back to nursing again and kneading Willow's breasts.

The sensation as usual is incredible, and remind her why she likes being female. And then that odd moment of something, then nothing. The amnesia effect? Is that the curse itself? Would it affect everyone during removal? That's all she can make of that odd emptiness.

Bright is still rocking his hips, working himself up again. So there my be a second shot at examining the curse. Of course, given how Bright generally responds to Willow, there could be several more chances. When Aeonians could reproduce, what kept them from overpopulation?

Willow figures intention in some way. And oddly she at the moment wouldn't mind if she could bring a new aeonian in the world. Wouldn't that be a miracle? But, such thoughts are for later. She settles in to enjoy a round two, or more as she wraps hooves around him.

The leather of the massage table doesn't squeak, thanks to the oil, which makes Willow slide across it more easily. Luckily there are hand-holds! Which help because it takes Bright a lot more effort for round two, and the lack of squeaks are made up for by other slapping sounds as he goes faster and harder than last time. He making panting sounds as well, and kisses Willow quite a lot.

Willow has hold of those grips, thinking maybe someday she will try to have a child for real herself. Granted it's probably just weird thoughts from hormones and arousal. She's pushing back and panting herself, and enjoying the feel of a perfect fit.

There's no need to crossing horns this time, and it's still pretty great (there aren't a lot of bad climaxes). Again Willow finds a hole in her memory where the curse should be. "So.. how long can you stay for?" Bright asks after catching his breath.

The follow on pleasure bursts are quite nice and feel lovely! And she's basking in the glowing sensation afterward. The question, though, makes Willow sigh. "Not long. I have four other things to deal with yet today," Willow admits. "Sorry. I know you'd like me to stay."

"Probably get some sleep? I do need rest sometimes, you know!" Willow points out and licks his nose. "I'll try to come by again if I can, okay...?"

"Whenever you feel sore and need a massage," Bright says, and climbs off of the mare.. after one last suckle.

Willow sits up and stretches. "Maybe that's what you were before everything?" she jokes. "Mr. Magic Fingers?" She slides herself off the table and stretches some more, back popping a bit.

Bright starts wiping down the table with a fresh towel. "Is professional masseur a thing?" he asks.

"Pretty sure it is. Bet it's common in Abu Dhabi," Willow notes. "Well, I best get going. You behave yourself. Only seduce Cricket now and then," she jokes, grins.

"I've no carnal interest in anyone but you," Bright claims, and blows Willow a kiss on her way out.

The corridor outside the massage room has the stairwell on one side, then several doors beyond that. One of them has a lock on the outside, although it's currently unlatched. That would probably be Mr. Stitch's room, since he is technically still a criminal.

Willow walks along towards the door with the lock. She's also looking about in case anyone sees her change. Granted she can't really control it when she does at this point, it just sort of happens when near someone. So .. she doesn't approach the locked door until she's sure no one can see.

The corridor is empty, and Bright is still back in the massage room cleaning up. Willow has a pretty good idea what form she'll be taking next as well.

Before Willow reaches the door, her mind goes to Ava, and then she tries to push that image in her head outward. A shift without a cocoon. It'll be odd, but she needs to be more aware than usual when changing around here. Good thing she actually likes Ava's form. It's fun, but not as crazy as Nikky.

The form comes surprisingly easily. Because she likes it? Or just because the rules of transformation are slightly different under Barada's influence. She does have an urge to fluff out her feathers, but it feels nice to have wings again.

Ava spends a minute preening and adjusting. She even has to reposition the nosering that now goes through her nairs. She also stretches her beak out a bit. Then it's onward to that door and she knocks on it. "Oy, dere a bird in dere?" she squawks.

There's shuffling from the other side, and the door opens a crack. "'Ello?" Mr. Stitch asks in a rasping voice. Then opens the door a bit more. "You.. lost?" he asks, not looking at Ava's face.

"No? I wuz asked to provide some, er, company for a birdie here," Ava says and shrugs a bit. "But iffin you don' want de company dat is okay..."

"Oi, yes, I am dat birdie," Mr. Stitch claims, opening the door the rest of the way and puffing out his chest. Then he steps aside and makes a fancy gesture with his arm to invite Ava inside.

Ava snickers, and she can't smirk, alas, no lips. So, she sashays herself into de room. "Ya got some friends wit good taste t' hire me to give you a bit of fun," she comments and folds her arms under her chest and lifts it suggestively. "Anyt'ink ya really want, hmmm?"

The Vartan filters Ava's tail through his talons as she passes, then closes the door. Afterwards he drops his pants to show that he's ready to go. "Got any special skills?" he asks. "Otherwise I just start goin' atcha!"

"Mmm, well, pretty good wit mah beak and been tol under me tailfeathers is pretty good too," Ava ticks off, "But really s'botu wha you want, eh? So whatcha want?" She sorta grins. Hard without lips.

"Uh.." Stitch goes, in a bit of a daze, and grabs Ava's breasts first. Squeeze-squish-squeeze. "Harda think.. should lie down first.."

"Typical guy! Always go fer de breasts!" Ava cackles, and enjoys the hands-on approach. She extracts herself and heads over to the bed and flops herself down on it. She flutters her eyes at him too. "All yours, birdie poo," she squawks.

Stitch pounces! After some wrestling he pins Ava down and starts humping wildly! It makes Ava chirp!

Ava does indeed squawk in surprise! She still remembered the Pegasus, who was much more involved and romantic than, well, this. But, well, vartan pirate that's been cooped up for ages. There's a bit of panicked rearranging to get things to line up and position and get things in. And like with the unicorn, it feels good that it's a 'perfect' match, of a sort! So, she just starts humping him back! May as well get him over with, then!

Eventually it feels pretty good, but the challenge is going to be syncing up for the ending in order to get a glimpse of the buried curse. Or else she needs to slow him down!

Ava tries to get him to slow down, mostly by clenching down something fierce! She's got good internal muscles!

This causes the big Vartan to squawk, but he does slow down once he gets his wits back. "Ah.. yeh.. gotta enjoy it.." he rasps. He starts preening the feathers of Ava's face and neck as shifts to a less rushed pace.

"Heh, good birdie," Ava cackles. And now she goes into a more slow, sensual, roll of those hips of hers. She even opens her beak and licks the side of Stitch's head. "Been a while, eh?" she coos.

"Dunno," Stitch admits. "Been underground.. then in a dungeon.. then here.. no day or night.." He does still try for a hard thrust every so often, when Ava's hips are in the right position.

Ava allows him a hard thrust now and then too. "An no worries about kids, by the by, I a professional, know how to prevent it," she claims as she starts to work her muscles to massage him.

"Didn't e'en t'ink o'.. dat.." the bird grunts. He's starting to thrust harder in general again. But Ava is a bit more ready this time, and can use her muscles and hips to get herself close to the finish line.

Ava tries to time her movements and rolls with his now to try and get each to peak at about the same time. She's also squawking here and there, and her crest is poofing out.

A few more hard thrusts (Vartans are not gentle creatures) and Ava is seeing stars. And also a glimpse of a little curse doll.. with a slit throat.

"So, he'll either slit his own throat or others. Interesting..." Ava thinks, and at least knows what he might do now! Good to know. And fits in with what Stitch is like.

Stitch is also heavy, and when he's not moving he's extra heavy. He does groan a bit though.

Ava hmms, and lets her eyes close to take a bit of a rest herself and let the Vartan relax and enjoy the sensation. Mmmm, felt good, though. She does love this body!

Even the weight pressing down on her breasts feels nice and comforting. And the snoring too. It's not purring but it's pretty close for birds.

Ava debates if she can get him off, or should she just take a nap too. She tries to rock a bit, to see if she could move him or not.

He does begin to slide off to one side. Ava is able to keep him from pinning a wing though, and she's soon free! Well, he does sort of drag her onto her side as well, since he's still inside of her. But that shouldn't be hard to deal with.

Ava carefully extracts him from within her and it makes a wet sort of pop. The vartan, for some reason, leans down and licks Stitch where they were 'connected' then quickly makes for the door to escape!

The door isn't locked from the outside! It shouldn't have been anyway. So Ava is soon outside in the corridor.

And so she closes it and ensures it's secured again. Then she needs to find Blue. And that gives her pause. She doesn't have a female jupani that she can recall! Uh ... what should she be?

She's being semi-controlled by Barada, so She should know an appropriate form, if Ava just gives in to the will of the goddess. At least she knows what a female Jupani should look like.. generally.

Giving in to a Goddess is what made Nicora and Dar, so should she really let Barada control? But ... what choice does she really have? So, she heads towards where Blue should be, and simply relaxes the sort of instinctual form grip she tends to do (and had to start to do, to prevent regressions (and is what keeps Alptraum male for as long as he can manage these days, which is, well, about a day anymore, before he's back to a she.)

Relaxing works. Feathers turn to fur, but still fluffy fur. The wings pull in, the tail becomes more waggy and the beak becomes a muzzle while hooves are replaced by feet. When it all ends, a black-furred Gallah woman remains, with a bright white fluff of chest hair between her breasts. She has the urge to lick her nose.

And she ends up licking her nose after a moment. Sigh. Onward she goes, then knocks on Blue's door. She feels weird, she's not had a dog body before!

The door opens and a surprised Mr. Blue looks out. He's much taller than Houndtraum. "You smell familiar but," the Karnor says, "I don't recognize you. And.. uh.. you're naked.."

The hound twirls her hair with a finger. "I was hired to provide you some company," she claims, smiles. "You know, help relieve some tension..." She licks her nose again and asks, "Going to invite me in?"

"Of course!" the man says, backing up. "I'm called Blue. What should I call you?"

"Red," the hound girl claims, probably due to the bit of red fluff on her chest. She sashays in, tail flicking behind her. She also rubs against Blue as she passes.

Red flags her tail! "Hello there!" she chirps, and grins. She wiggles her butt playfully, and suddenly has the urge to do the same to him.

And he's offering his backside too her when she looks (probably because his nose had retreated).

Red finds the urge difficult to resist, and before she knows it her nose is between those cheeks and she's sniffing ... then licks too.

It's like reading an aura! And a bit like being a Grok again. She knows how healthy Mr. Blue is, what he's been eating, and how pent-up he is.

Red ends up shaking her head. Well, it's no worse than things she's done for Gorphat, at least. She turns away from Blue as she sashays to his bed and climbs on ... and then stays on all fours and wiggles her backside at him, tail up. "All yours, if you want it," Red coos to him.

"Well, if you're offering.." the wolf says.. and then the tongue is back again, and doing a thorough job of exploring Red's pink parts. Almost too thorough, as it's getting her very hot and bothered.

Red ends up growling at some point and squirming. She hopes either he jumps her soon, or she might jump him and do the same thing to him! Her tail is wagging like mad too, which is embarrassing.

Her wish is granted, as she soon gets mounted. And he even presses down against her back and bites the scruff of her neck before he starts thrusting.

Red moans! That feels so good in this position; everything lines up right! She leans her chest and head down, arching her rump up a bit more, then rolls along with his thrusting! Each roll ends with a snug clench and a wanton sort of whining moan from Red.

One of Blue's hands is used to rub and fondle Red's dangling breasts, which keeps them from bobbing too much during the rolls and thrusts. And Blue doesn't just bite her scruff, he also nibbles her ears and since he's bigger is able to even lick her face and muzzle. He feels a bit oversized inside of her, but that works well and makes her release before him, but he doesn't seem to be in a rush to finish himself.

Red is certainly enjoying herself. Always a fan of those a bit larger, so it's tickling her juuust right. Even with her bursts or enjoyment, she manages to keep those hips rolling and grinding back against him. It's also encouraging her to maaaybe spend more time with Jupani. Her tongue is hanging out and she really has a bit of a 'dumb dog' look on her face as she drools.

The wolf does start to growl and hump faster. Which gets Red all worked up as well. When they both synchronize and release with a howl, Red glimpses.. howling. Howling madness, that is.

Soon Red joins in that howling! Feels lovely, so very lovely! She almost misses the madness, but a curse that causes madness? That's completely in-line with other things they've experienced! She's in the throes of pleasure that she doesn't quite notice the sudden feeling of being very full and, well, a bit stretched even! She collapses down on her front on the bed, panting.

Blue falls with her. He's.. plugging her. So isn't pulling out anytime soon. So he keeps nuzzling and nipping what he can reach, just because.

Red finally remembers what happens between canids, and realizes she's here for a while now. So, she siighs out and just relaxes beneath Blue. Ears flick and those nips make her mutter and growl a little. She's trying to rest, relax, and maybe take a short nap!

The nips are replaced by breast massaging and scruff nuzzling, which is relaxing enough to allow for a nap.

Red mmmms, "Feels niiiice." She shivers a little, and lets her eyes close. They'll be stuck for half an hour to an hour or more, so ... a quick nap would be good for her to rest and recover!

Alptraum felt weird as he made his way back to the camp, drained lizard in hand. The crazy self-proclaimed goddess was gone, along with the beam of sunlight, but his head still felt fuzzy and had some aches in places he hadn't had aches before. He also heard singing. Not great singing but definitely singing. Just without words.

"Ugh, did Hexen git somet'ing stuck again? It sure sound like it," Alptraum mutters as he makes his way closer to the camp, ears forward in prep for whatever monster is trying to sing.

The not-a-siren singing is coming from the direction of the river, but there's plenty of cover to keep from being seen.

Wielding the dead lizard like a limp flail, Alptraum stalks down towards the river.

Through some brush Alptraum spots the terrible singer. It's Hexen. She's naked and wet, and almost violently scrubbing her nethers into a soapy mass. So the sounds might be ones of pain. Even more disturbing however is that Alptraum feels his pants strain to contain him. He's never felt so aroused! And a wet fox is not particularly attractive to him, even if he can see how curvy she's gotten since the last time he saw her like this.

"De heck ya doing dere? Yer gonna rub yerself raw!" Alptraum calls from behind the bushes. He's still brandishing the dead lizard as if Hexen might attack him. She's been a bit weird.

This causes the 'singing' to turn into a shriek, as the vixen tries to cover herself with her soaked tail. "Alptraum? I'm tryin' to get rid o' the musk smell. What're you doin' out here? I mean, other than peepin'."

"I wuz huntin, den I heard de screamin'. Y'call dat singing? Ya need yer ears checked!" Alptraum claims. "Also, ya reek!"

"I can't help it!" the fox whines. "Ma says it'll pass in a few days, but.. I can't just stay in the river until it stops."

"You mean my delicates?" the vixen asks. "I ain't been wearing them! What if the musk settles in and never comes out?"

"I dun t'ink dat is how it works," Alptraum points out. "So, any of de guys or townies been going after ya lately?"

"O' course not!" Hexen says, looking.. offended? "Not wi' this smell. Only guy to give me any attention has been you. And then you stopped after that one time!" she complains. She goes deeper to rinse off, then heads back to shore, not bothering to cover up now.

"Well, cuz you got all weird after," Alptruam points out as he shakes the dead lizard at the fox. "You acted like a girl," he adds in horror.

"Wa' wrong wi' dat?" Hexen asks, and spreads her arms. "Look at me! I got boobs an' hips an' stuff I can't hide no more."

"So you wanna act all girly now, wear dresses and be all frou-frou?" Alptraum asks. His nose twitches too. "Sure can't hide dat smell."

"I got no choice!" Hexen complains, and starts toweling her head dry. "Nuttin' else fits."

"Y'kin just adjust yer pants, or buy bigger ones! And iffin ya wrap those tight enough dey not show too much," Alptraum suggests.

"Wrap 'em?" Hexen asks, and cups her breasts. "I like 'em though. They're nice and squishy. Hey.. why are you still behind the bushes?"

"What reasons?" the fox demands, hands on her hips. "You should be helping me dry off, or stealing some perfume for me."

"Private uncomfortable reasons!" Alptraum blurts out, again. "An since when did ya need help dryin' off?"

"Since my best friend is right here, and I'd help you dry off," Hexen says, and starts approaching Alptraum's hiding spot.

Alptraum eeps! He moves to try and keep the bush between himself and the crazy fox!

"What are you doing?" Hexen demands. "Why ya hidin' from me? You can't hide from my musk, so hidin' makes no sense. Come out!"

"Noooo!" Alptraum whines as he works at trying to get things less obvious while he's behind the bush. "You get weird iffin I do!"

"Weird? You claim I already weird!" Hexen says, and rushes around to try and tackle Alptraum!

"Wah!" goes Alptraum. The dead lizard goes flying! Alptraum ends up on his back, looking terrified! "See?!?!? WEIRD!" he squeaks!

Hexen blinks as she lands on top of the bat. "You smell like that weird girl.." she says, then sits up and realizes what she's sitting on. "Ah! You do think I'm sexy as a girl!" she claims.

"The fairy goddess princess weirdo has nuttin to do wit dis!" Alptraum blurts out as he struggles to try and protect himself! "I t'ink yer a weirdo! And scary! Even worse den de radovahs!"

"But.. you wanna do the bumpy-bumpy wi' me anyway," Hexen says, and reaches down to rub Alptraum's bulge. "You just gotta admit it! Do you think I'm pretty?"

"What dat mean?" Hexen asks. She does look a bit like an Eeee when she's not so fluffy. "You don't think I a bad person do you?"

"I t'ink yer a weird person!" Alptraum blurts out. "An I don wanna haf de fun with you turn into somet'ing weird. Dancin, and BLEH, romance stuff!"

"Hey, you growing up too, you like watching the dancing girls, so you like girls!" Hexen says, with a hint of desperation. "And.. and.. you gotta practice to get good at something. You wanna get wi' one of the Radovah girls finally and then not know what yer doin'?"

"I know what I doin!" Alptraum barks defensively and pushes at Hexen, though not hard. "You already know dat from last time!"

"But why don't you want to jus' have fun wi' me?" Hexen asks. "All I did was want to do it more! Dat's not weird! I didn't kiss you or nothin'. You're like my only friend, the only guy I can trust.. Are you afraid you'll fall in love wi' me?"

"You were actin' like you were in love wit me!" Alptraum points out. "You were actin' really weirdo! I don' want friendship t' get weird!"

"I wanna have sex," Hexen says bluntly. "Wi' you. Won't know if things get weird wi'out trying first. I'm only like this a few times a year, and you could be helpin' me through it, but instead you just avoid me. That makes me feel like dirt you know."

Alptraum points! "See?! Dat! Dat right dere is being weird! Dat is utterly actin' like a girl!" Alptraum accuses, ears back!

"Girls don't say dey want to have sex!" Hexen counters. "Dat's never happened!" She then grabs Alptraum's hands and holds them against her breasts.

Which of course he reflexively squeezes! "How do you know? Bet dey have!" Alptraum retorts, now looking rather confused.

"Dey ever said it to you?" Hexen challenges. The breasts are indeed warm and squishy, except for the nipples which are a bit stiff. "I'm gonna open up yer pants."

"No girls talk t' me!" Alptraum points out. He might have missed the part about opening his pants because he's now pinching stiff bits.

Since Hexen doesn't have to hold onto Alptraum's hands anymore, she starts fiddling with this pants. She squeaks at the pinches, just before Alptraum suddenly feels set loose! Just not feeling loose.

"Augh! Weird, weird!" Alptraum blurts out. Somewhere along the line, he lost his lizard, too.

"Hush!" Hexen says. And then Alptraum has a Vixen sliding up and down on him. Vigorously, at that.

Alptraum's eyes are huge! He looks like cornered prey. Each time Hexen goes down, Alptraum squeaks like some sort of demented squeak toy! "I don wanna be a dad!" he blurts out.

"I not a flapper!" Hexen points out. "An' also I don' care! Jes'.. hold it in or somethin'," she suggests, bouncing faster.

"You know guys can't hold it! An given who you say yer dad is, does it matter iffen your not an Eee?!" Alptraum points out. He's still squeaking each time she goes down.

"You ain't a Rhian!" Hexen says, panting a bit. Then she stops for a moment to catch her breath. But when she starts again it's like Alptraum has become twice as sensitive. She's not bouncing so much as grinding around back and forth, making little yipping sounds.

"Neither is yer mom! Yet she had you wit him!" Alptraum whines! The grinding makes his pelt stand on end. He's gonna explode, and soon!

Hexen starts leaning forward more and more, which gives Alptraum room to use his hips if he wants. Which she probably knows.

And it's at this point he can't really help himself. His hips start moving on their own! She must have cursed him! That's it! She's gotta doll she's using to manipulate him, somewhere! By her ... mind? Uh ... crap.

Things feel way too intense, and Alptraum.. pops. Pops hard. Like he forgets how to breathe for a bit afterwards.

Alptraum hits some Eeee range of squeaking when that happens! Even beyond lapi! Ouch.

Hexen probably feels it, but keeps on moving. And Alptraum also keeps moving his hips. Things aren't deflating any, and it still feels intense. And he wants to keep going, for some reason.

He knew it! Things gettin' weird! He'll never see the fox de same way again! Waaah! Doesn't stop him from continuing to move, though, like someone possessed.

"Hey, you wanna.. be on top?" Hexen pants as she continues to grind. Is she getting lazy, or just sensing Alptraum's new interest.

"I dunnoooooooo!" Alptraum whines, then immediately rolls so that he ends up on top. And is soon going at it, while feeling weird and guilty about it! Doesn't stop him, tho.

Hexen sort of cackles, legs in the air, and says encouraging things like "Faster" or "Harder" or "Slower" and such. She's definitely having fun, despite being damp and now getting leaves and dirt on her back.

Alptraum is too afraid to not follow those orders. It's funny how he's doing what he's doing and that he looks like he's utterly terrified at the same time. "Don kill me," he squeaks.

It probably doesn't help that his second little death hits soon after, but it isn't enough to stop him. "How.. how many time can you do dis?" Hexen asks afterwards, while bucking her hips up hard.

"I dunno! Yer de one controlling dis!" Alptraum whines! His hips and back are starting to hurt!

"I am??" Hexen asks. "How?" Whatever the force behind it, Alptraum has to stop after the third time, which is super-intense and leaves him twitching for a bit. "Dat was fun," Hexen says a bit afterwards. "But you look knackered.. let's have a nap, then wash up," she suggests.

Alptraum teeters, then just flops forward. Wow, does he snore. Also drool. And trap Hexen under him. Hopefully no one comes by.

Red wakes up from her nap to find that she's no longer 'plugged' by Mr. Blue, who is deep asleep. This leaves her with just two more patients on her list: Mr. Slither the Naga, and Mr. Fingers the Skeek.

Skeek next, probably. It would be weird to go from Naga to Skeek, as she might have the urge to eat him. So, Alptraum carefully extracts herself from the room and closes the door without waking blue. Then it's a quiet walk to find the Skeek, while she focuses on one of the mouse forms she has in memory to slowly shift herself over without using any shadow cocoooning.

Several forms to choose from, including one that looks like Trilby. She remembers that Mr. Fingers is on the first floor, in one of the rooms across from Cricket's office.

She picks one that doesn't look like Trilby, as that would get awkward when he goes to the Tower. So as she's going back down, she slowly gets more mousey, a furless tail, and a lot shorter and dainty. Weird sensation too, to have her body squirm and change ... and also kind of enjoyable and fun too.

Getting her legs done before getting to the stairs is important, as well as picking her colors. Black and white are easiest, but there are also the patterns. Would Nikky's work on a Skeek?

Nikky's coloration ends up being the choice to try at least. It'll look a bit unique, at least. Not Nikky crazy of course, but one can't have everything!

Everything is quite downstairs, and the transformation is complete when she arrives at the Skeek's door.

Alptraum is now a good two foot shorter and cuter. And she's knocking on the door with dainty rap-rap-raps. "Hellloooooo," she sing-songs out.

The door opens and the Skeek on the other side asks, "Cricket?" At least until he sees the naked Skeek woman in his entry. "Uhhhhhh.." he says. "This.. is something I should expect by now. Would you like to come in, Miss...?"

"Expect? What do you mean?" the mouse girl asks and puts her hands on her hips, cutely. "Would you prefer they don't hire in help to relieve stress? I can go if you prefer."

"Oh no, please come in!" Mr. Fingers says a bit desperately. "So Cricket hires you girls? Nobody explained that before."

"Well, the group helping fix things did, she works with them too," the mouse girl claims. "You can just call me Mus," she adds as she slips her way into the room. "And no one usually turns down a free roll in the hay, but ... there's always a first."

The room is.. tidy. There is a book on the small desk, and the cot is made. The little washbowl is filled with fresh water even. "Um.. please make yourself comfortable, Mus," Mr. Fingers says.

"Don't be nervous. It's not your first time, is it?" the mouse girl asks as she heads right to the cot, flops on it, and bounces. She even flutters her eyelashes at him.

Mus acks! And squirms! "That is not normal foreplay!" she squeaks right before she tries to tickle him back!

"Eeee!" Mr. Fingers says as the two tickle-wrestle. "But it's fun!" the mouse man claims with a laugh.

"There are more fun things!" the mouse girl declares. And at some point she gets her head close enough to his waist to try and lick him.

"Wooo," Mr. Fingers coos at the licking, and responds quickly as well. He even stops trying to tickle.

Which gives the mouse girl time to lick a lot more, and then eventually get him inside her muzzle to suckle on teasingly. She's now curious if she can get any impressions this way.

Since they work best with simultaneous orgasms, this is mostly just making the mouse drool and squirm. "Let's not.. uh.. uh.." Mr. Fingers stammers incoherently.

Mus pulls her mouth off. "Not what?" she asks as she crawls up him. Soon he's back inside the mouse girl, just in an entirely different 'mouth'.

"R-rush..," Mr. Fingers says, as he's mounted by Mus. "Been awhile.. don't wanna waste it.." he claims, while kneading Mus's breasts. "B-be gentle!" he pleads.

Mus hmphs. "Am I not gentle?" she asks, pouting. Still, she does gently start to roll her body, enjoying the sensation of being filled again. Gah, it always feels so lovely to be filled. She really does owe Inala some thanks for helping her learn that, and then forcing her to be female more and more to really let the lesson sink in. It's starting to feel less like a curse to have to be female more than not and more like a blessing.

Mr. Finger's moans from the motions, and starts bucking his hips while trying to pull Mus down against his chest.

The mouse girl is slow as she rolls, drawing things out as requested. It's hardly an imposition because if feels good to her too. She soon moans too as she rides Mr. Fingers, with an expert-level clench and roll of internal muscles. Something Mave taught her at one point how to do.

The male mouse starts pushing and pumping now, no longer trying to 'resist' at all. He may not be thinking at all by this point, so his body is making the decisions now.

She's still keeping it slow, so things build gently. It's a lot of hip control, and muscle control. Good practice, too, really, given Femtraum is quite Yodhinala-shaped these days after he foolishly asked for exactly that. May as well develop the skills, too!

Skeeks have very flexible skeletons. If they can get their head into something, they can get the rest in as well. Mr. Fingers can't get in any deeper than he is now though, since it doesn't work with that head. But he's still trying anyway!

Mus grins, smugly. "Inala, thank you so much," she thinks, and then after another minute or two, she finally speeds things up since Mr. Fingers is really trying too push in deep. So much for not hurrying, now he's trying to.

Of course, Skeeks are notoriously virile, so there's probably going to be some followups. But right now, the mouse is clearly trying to get the first one out of the way quickly!

And Mus is now trying to do that as well. Egad, she can practically suck down there with the level of control she seems to have! Now she's trying to get him to pop!

There's a long high-pitched squeal from Mr. Fingers that probably gets Cricket's attention, and some rapid pumping before he fountains.. for several seconds. This triggers Mus, and she sees.. nothing. Literally nothing, as her vision goes black for the duration.

"Blindness? Not much of a curse for Eeee, but for others it would be terrifying," the mousegirl thinks as she peaks too, clenches down, and rides out that fountaining. With as many men as she's been with today, she's got to have some sort of record made. She's just hoping the shadow is dealing with all the goo inside her when she shifts.

In the afterglow, Mr. Fingers rolls over to pin down Mus and kiss her throat before working down to her breasts.

Mus basks as well, and rolls over easily. She spreads out and coos, enjoying being kissed, massaged, and then fondled. She's not well-endowed, but they're nice!

Well-endowed varies by species of course. For a Skeek she's pretty good. Good enough that Mr. Fingers can't get all of one into his mouth when he suckles. And then he's back inside and thrusting hard and deep. Well deep for a Skeek.

Mus hooks her legs around his and helps him trust away. She still feels floaty and tingly, but soon she's clenching down as she was earlier.

It takes longer, but eventually Mus gets struck blind again. And then a few more times after that before Mr. Fingers is wheezing and shuddering.

Yes, it must be some sort of blindness curse! Interesting. And at least not as deadly as the others could be. Still concerning through and a problem for non-Eeee. Or even Eeee if it affects ears. Still, now she knows! Whoo! She also feels really, really, good.

Despite Mr. Fingers exhaustion, he's still twitching inside of Mus. Clearly he's incapable of moving anything else at this point though.

The mouse rides him for a bit more, then slowly pulls off, sighing softly. She also watches to see if he reacts, or if he passed out.

He seems to be unconscious, but with his eyes open. His whiskers twitch, so he's definitely still alive.

Mus pats his cheek. "Thanks for the fun and info," she chirps, then heads to the door to slip out. That just leaves the snake. Which means she has to become a naga too. Or maybe Nikky, since Naga like her. But a naga is probably the most fitting.

That means picking a Naga form, or letting Barada do it. She's got Rostre.. and well that's about it for female Naga.

Rostre is too obvious and would be weird to see at the Tower ... so this time she lets Barada help shape her. She's used to giving up control of her body to Goddesses at this point. Case in point both Inala and Gorphat tend to have cate-blanche in control of his or her form.

This time it's weirder than usual, since the other forms were all at least bipeds. She has to lie down for this one, as her legs disconnect and begin to shrink, as her tail and torso stretch.

And she gets to feel all of it! It's disturbingly squirmy and twisty. Will becoming a maggot-like creature also be like this? No, Gorphat wouldn't make that pleasurable at all, and a lot more slimy. Still, she rides out the slow snake shift, and enjoys getting to feel all of it.

Her pelvis alters, but it's still there. Her scales are in a piebald, black and white mix. She can't see her face, so doesn't know what sort of pattern she has, but does feel that she's one one white-ringed eye and one black-ringed one (snake-vision has a wider range). A few flicks of her tongue, and she can taste where Mr. Slither is: back near the 'bath' area. Hopefully in a large room!

She also checks to see if she has a 'hood' or not, by feeling for it. It's also a bit slow to get going as she has to relearn how to undulate-move instead of walk. It's a very different mode of moving. She hopes she'll get better by the time she reaches the bath.

A bit of exploration reveals neither hood nor fangs, and given her bulk a constrictor is the likely type. The door to Mr. Slither's room is larger than the others. Almost like a warehouse door.

And of course the large naga girl raps on the door. "Hello in there," she hisses out, shaping words a little harder with the mouth and tongue configuration.

The door is opened by Mr. Slither's tail, and instead of opening inwards it slides to the side. The chamber beyond is unlit, but smells of serpent. There's a flash of reflection from a pair of eyes deeper in.

And in slithers the other serpent. "I have been hired to help you relaxxxx," she hisses out as her serpentine scent joins the other in the room.

"Relaxxx?" the larger Naga hisses. "Or aroussse?" There's a lot of coils to move across to reach the torso. "I am called Sssslither."

"Why not both?" The smaller Naga counters as she slithers about those coils, and around them a bit to try to get torso to torso. "You can jussst call me Sssslide," she replies in kind.

Slither embraces Slide, and starts to twist his coils around her. "How do you ssssuggest we warm up?" he asks.

"Mmm, good quesssstion," Slide admits, as she's not that familiar with being a naga. So she makes a suggestion by twisting herself around him in turn, becoming a writing knot of coils so that all of her is entwined with him somehow.

"Friction then, and movement it isss," Slither says, and 'kisses' Slide before pushing her over as the ball of coils slips and slides around. Which does warm things up a bit.

Kissing is bizarre, especially with the dislocated jaw interlocking as they writhe about in the room, which sounds as disturbing as it tends to feel. Also good.

Somewhere during the tussle, Slither's hemipeen finds Slide's cloaca. It's a weird sensation as a Naga. Cool, comparatively, but the blood rushing to the organs warm things up pretty well.

And when that's found, there is a lot of hissing as she's parted and entered. It's a very odd sensation, given the structures down there. And she begins to roll and rub, enjoying it.

Most of Slither's motion is dedicated to sliding and squeezing, and there's a lot of body to stimulate, as things warm up. Even though he's inside, he isn't moving much. Then the second branch of his hemipeen starts to 'inflate'.

Slide forgot about that, she hisses softly at that sensation. She follows his lead of movement, as she's not experienced in serpent-mating, and doesn't want to seem too 'off' from the normal.

It's apparently slow, although that could just be because things are still warming up. But as they move and Mr. Slither twists inside of her, it's definitely stimulating.

Slide ends up shuddering at that twist. She rolls in an opposite direction and clenches down with what weird muscles she can find down there. It's not like a mammal at all.

There's no thrusting.. at least not yet. Slither begins to really squeeze with his tail, which warms up the squeezed areas. Is it a Naga constrictor version of a massage?

And so Slide constricts in return. She suspects thrusting really doesn't come into play, but instead a more squirming writhe. She follows his moves with counter-movement. The occasional hiss escapes her.

When she dips to one side, Slither bites her neck, or tries to swallow it. His breath heats things up nicely! Now comes a new movement, as he does start to move his 'hips'.

Slide undulates that neck in ways previously unknown after that bite! And soon she's moving her hips in time to his. She's not even sure where her body is and his is. IT's just one big squirming mass.

He still manages to get on top of the ball of Naga flesh, and begins thrusting more directly.. and twisting as well for maximum stimulation.

And Slide lets him; he knows more of what he should do than she does! For now, she just enjoys it immensely and lets him control the pace.

Given his amnesia, he could just be guessing or going on instinct. Things are actually getting hotter now at the point of contact, and that seems to equate to level of arousal. So things are 'heating up' towards a conclusion (or else a meltdown).

Slide hopes its instinct, since she has none fitting a snake; she's not been one long enough to develop it naturally. The cool/warm contact and inner warm, though, is quite stimulating and enjoyable, even if it doesn't feel quite the same as how a mammalian tends to build up.

At the hottest point, Slither hisses and Slide can feel the sudden surge of cooler fluid. It makes her shudder.. and she sees the homunculus.. this time with a twisted neck. It makes her own jerk to the side, but Naga have a lot more flexibility there so it's just a shock.. but it does make things feel more intense in that moment.

Twisting and breaking others necks? That's something a huge Naga could do. And the likely meaning of that. So, she doesn't focus on it too long, instead she enjoys the odd sensations of a cool bloom deep inside her, and she shiver-shudders, and rumble-hisses. Also twitches, all over.

This is a different sort of knot situation than the one with Mr. Blue. Mr. Slither is beginning to cool down again, but hasn't moved to disengage anything, including his tail. But the squeezing has stopped.

Slide hmms. She's all tied up with him, and he's resting. Does that mean she will have to wait a bit? She settles herself in for a bit and just tries to relax. Maybe short nap, and wait until the larger snake starts to move. She doesn't want to draw away before he tries to.

Alptraum's hips hurt. But he's escaped Hexen! What the heck was happening? Why did he suddenly find her so humpable? Maybe he should check with Madame Radovah for curses. But at least the camp is in sight, and he has a dead lizard.

And running. Towards the Radovah wagon. With a lizard flopping in his wake. The dead lizard, not his lizard. He got his pants back on!

Katka is outside of the wagon, hanging freshly washed clothes on a line. And when she bends over to get a blouse.. the lizard returns to life. Not the one Alptraum is carrying, either. This one does not flop. He's also had a crush on Katka.. but never like this. He feels the need to spread those clothes over the ground and pin the Khatta girl down on top of them.

Instead, Alptraum tries to run around and past her! "Sorry!" he squeaks, "Gotta see yer mom! Don't mind me! You do laundry great! Eeeeee!" he babbles as he goes.

"Alp-?" Katka starts to say, but is cut off by the door of the wagon. This is Madame Radovah's sitting room, complete with little table and crystal ball. It's probably used for something else when they aren't setting up for a show. The elder Radovah matron is not present in the room, but there is someone moving around in the wagon behind the curtain that serves as a wall.

"Heeeeeeelp!" Alptraum calls out as he darts right into the wagon and closes the door behind him. Then he leans on it hard, panting like mad.

The curtain parts and Madame Radovah emerges in a dressing gown, holding a pot by a wooden handle and stirring the contents with a spoon. "Young Alptraum," she greets. "You seem excited to see me."

"Dat is the problem! Dis is happening around all girls! First Hexen, now Katka, and den you! I t'ink I be cursed or sumthin. I never reacted like dis often, espcially no aorund Hexen!" the young bat babbles.

"How old are vou now?" the woman asks as she stirs her pot. Her gown is exposing a V of fur from her neck nearly down to her navel. It's.. distracting.

"Uhhhhh," Alptraum says as he thinks and counts out on his fingers. "Fifteen or so?" he offers, unsure.

"Hmm, so not that unusual," the feline purrs. "Why do you think dat you're cursed?"

"Cuz it be like crazy intense and happening all de time! Everything is being distractin," Alptraum explains while flailing his arms. The poor dead lizard in his grip goes along for the ride.

"And you not got allergies to lizards?" the woman enquires, noting the lizard as she stirs.

"No I do not," Alptraum insists. "An I ran into dis weird spirit girl claming to be a princess-goddess-sumthin', and she messed wit me."

"Ah, a forest nymph it sounds like," the woman says. "They can be tricksy. What did she do to you?"

"Jumped me and did stuff!" Alptraum explains vaguely. "An claimed we were related."

"Hmmm," the woman ponders. "Wait here," she says, and disappears back through the curtain. Once she's gone.. Alptraum starts to calm down a bit.

Alptraum breathes out and slumps against the door. "Dis is annoyin'." he mutters.

Eventually Ninevah returns holding some sort of.. belt-thing with a pouch. She's still in her dressing gown though, which is getting Alptraum worked up again. "I want you to try wearing dis device," she says.

"What issit?" Alptraum asks as he takes the device and peers at it. "Wear it 'ow?"

"It is a belt," Ninevah explains. "The pouch is for your private parts. Do you need me to help you?"

"NO!" Alptraum barks! He's worried what would happen if touched. So, he turns around so he can try to get the belt and pouch on without too much, uh, trouble, or being seen. Wings are good for that.

"It goes under your pants," Ninevah says. "It must be in direct contact." While messing with the device, Alptraum discovers that the inside of the pouch is covered in pointy little cones, almost like teeth.

That makes Alptraum twitch. Using his wings for privacy he does actually drop his pants and slip the belt around. Then after looking worriedly at the contents, tries to fit himself inside the pouch.

There's room at least (maybe it's made for someone larger.. like an adult). It does look uncomfortable though.

After some fiddling, Alptraum manages to get himself inside. He's not that big, so fits easily within it.

"Make sure the belt is cinched tight," Ninevah says. Even though Alptraum's using his wings for privacy, there's a nagging feeling that the woman can see his butt.

Alptraum works on cinching the belt snug. Not sure how tight is tight enough, though. He's also trying to not think about her staring at his butt.

"Everything in place and snug?" Ninevah asks. For some reason she putts purring emphasis on 'snug' that feels a bit lewd.

"Now, how do you feel when you look at me?" the cat asks? Alptraum knows, as he feels randy almost immediately.. and the spiky bits hurt.. but don't do anything counter the arousal at all!

"Give it a moment," Ninevah purrs. "If it does not stop, be sure to speak up." It just hurts more, as if things are fighting to escape.

Alptraum sort of dances around for a bit. "No getting any better!" he whines. "Ow, ow, ow."

It's really hard to hold still! Even when he stops dancing around, he's sort of vibrating.

Once he's relatively still, Ninevah.. yanks down his pants and pulls off the pouch, letting him free! "Hmm, that seems a bit larger than it should be at your age," she notes. "Has that always been the case?"

"I dunno! I don t'ink so! I don measure it!" Alptraum admits. He blinks, then quickly covers himself up! Yikes!

Ninevah reaches and pulls aside her dressing gown enough to fully expose her left breast, which nearly makes Alptraum black out. "So there may be no upper limit to the arousal effect," she concludes.

The boob of torment is put back under wraps. "Time for a salve," Ninevah declares, and turns back to the curtain. "Leave your pants down for now," she instructs.

"I wan it fixed! Dis is maddening!" Alptraum says as he fails his arms impotently. That poor dead lizard flaps in the breeze.

Once Ninevah is gone, things go limp as the lizard, thankfully. There are various sounds of rattling glass coming from the back. And also the sound of the door opening as Katka comes in with the now empty laundry basket. Alptraum's reaction is nearly instantaneous, and her scent is filling his nostrils. She's wearing a simple cloth frock that doesn't hide her curves at all.

And Alptraum just curls up into a ball. He never had much of a chance with that one, but if she saw him like this it would be a negative chance. The ball of bat sort of whimpers.

Katka stops and sniffs the air, blinking as she looks at Alptraum. "What's wrong?" she asks, kneeling down next to Alptraum. "Is it that 'it hurts when you pee' thing?" Why does she smell so good. And when she bends over like that, he can see down her dress a bit.

"No, it be other sorta problems," Alptraum whimpers. "Got cursed or something by evil spirits inna woods." He's closing his eyes now, tight!

"Mebbe I kin help, where does it hurt?" the girl asks, and starts trying to reach her hands into the bat-ball.

Alptraum swats at them, but not hard. "Hurts in the private places. No a place you should be touchin, sorry," he whines, even though he wants her to, badly.

"I trainin' with momma," Katka insists. "I seen.. it.. before," she claims. Then in an attempt to relax Alptraum, she starts to groom his cheek with his neck with her tongue.

"Trus me, you touchin me is gonna make it worse. Being around any girl makes it bad," Alptraum whimpers. That licking is being very distracting too.

"Well.. it make you wanna do stuff, or just hurt?" she asks. "How painful is it?"

"I never heard o' a curse like dat," Katka says. "Does it stop after you do it?"

"I dun wanna," Alptraum sniffles, and does slowly move his hands out of the way.

"Wow!" is Katka's reaction. Maybe she hasn't seen one before. And of course she touches it with her finger pads.

"I dunno," Katka admits. "But.. I feel really tingly and.." That's all the explanation Alptraum gets before the feline is in his lap.. and taking him inside. Her breasts are practically in the Eeee's face as well, and she makes a growling sound that seems to come from deep down in her stomach.

Alptraum looks both horrified, shocked, and happy somehow! He whimpers softly, and then he's instinctively bucking his hips.

Katka yowls softly, and feels amazing. Her tail is lashing around and she bites Alptraum's neck, hard enough to actually draw a little blood.

Alptraum squeaks! This spurs him on to bucking more in fear! Also excitement, as it feels oddly good to be bitten to the point or drawing blood. That's probably vampire urges kicking in, though.

Katka releases Alptraum's neck, and starts bouncing up and down, following her own rhythm. This means Alptraum's snout is getting hit by bobbing breasts, and the girl has his upper arms in a strong grip.

Alptraum tries to catch a nipple in his muzzle as she bounces, though not likely very effective. The bouncing, though, is causing his eyes to roll back in his head a bit and he makes weird sounds.

And then the bouncing stops, just before Katka pulls Alptraum to her as she falls onto her back. No more bouncing.. but at least everything is in one place now. She even lets go of the bat's arms and puts her hands behind her head.

And within a few seconds his hips are moving in spite of himself. Why does it feel so good? This still seems wrong somehow! But he also can't stop! And he keeps going as he feels things building up.

And things keep building up until there's an explosion. Katka is yowling and squirming as well. She is NOT being quiet.

And Alptraum feels like he's released an ocean! And is squeezing-hugging on Katka. If he were able to think about it, he'd feel awful that some weird curse forced this!

Katka is purring so hard it's vibrating Alptraum. But she's not moving otherwise, so now he access to her breasts!

Alptraum ... ends up fondling them. He can't help it. And soon, even, well, nursing on them.

Soon he's.. ready to go again! He's never felt anything as soft as Katka's breasts. Hexen's come close but don't quite make it. Is it the fur? The purring? Her nipples taste less gamy too. Alptraum hasn't tasted many things, so these stand out.

Alptraum wants to go again, but worries that would be bad, so he pulls back and tries to draw back out of her, if she lets him.

The claws come out, and grab Alptraum. So.. she isn't letting him. Nineve returns just then, and doesn't look surprised at the scene (Katka's yowling couldn't have gone unnoticed). She's got a jar in hand, and asks, "Don't let me interrupt. You need to work off the arousal."

"It doesn't go away, though!" Alptraum whines out. And now feeling even weirder, he's soon back at it because he can't do anything else and Katka won't allow him to stop anyway!

"Tsk, Katka needs training then," the woman says. "Just keep going until you feel that you can't go on, or that it is becoming painful."

Easy for her to say! But, because of no other options the poor bat keeps going and going until there's another buildup coming, then that blinding sort of explosion!

It leaves Alptraum dizzy, but Katka just purrs and cuddles. "Now, pull out slowly while Katka is blissed out."

Alptraum does, with very shakey arms and legs. Then he tips over to the side and rolls onto his back, wheezing.

Nineve kneels down and applies the goop from the jar onto Alptraum's arousal. It starts to go down! Even after Nineve opens her gown again. Now Alptraum just feels scared.

Alptraum weakly sits up and looks down between his legs to see the state of things. He also sniffs.

It does not smell nice. It smells a bit rotten in fact. But it keeps things.. shriveled.. for now. And a bit numb.

Alptraum's nose scrunches up. "That smells awful," the bat whines and reaches down to wipe a bit at the green, to see if it's his skin or just the yucky salve.

The color is confined to the salve it seems. "That will help to keep away females," Nineve claims.

"IT helps keep me away too. This isn't something I'll have to use all the time, is it?" Alptraum asks.

"Only as needed," Nineve says. "Ve don't know how long it will last. You will have to test that."

"He can sleep with me," Katka says. "Dat way he will get all hot 'n bothered once it wears off."

"But can't the curse be removed and not need whatever that gross stuff is?" Alptraum whines.

"We need to set stuff up for checking for a curse," Nineve claims. "Will have to wait until de morning."

"Okay, so it is curable den and dis is just a temporary treatment. I ... I kin live with dat," Alptraum admits as he calms down a little and breathe out.

"Eh? Curses are serious," Nineve says. "May need a wizard or a witch to break it, or get the original spirit to remove it."

"So you can't remove it?" Alptraum asks, ears wilting. "Mebbe I kin find the spirit again."

"I gotta make sure it dere first," Nineve says. "But yeah, if you can find spirit, she might lift it. Or make it worse."

Alptraum rubs his face, and finds bot the belt and bag, and puts that back on first, to keep the goo off his pants, then pulls his pants back on. Then he's rubbing his face. Even covered, he can smell the stink.

Alptraum uuughs. He just sort of tips over and curls up. He's ready for this night to eeeennnnnd!

Mus stirs while Mr. Fingers is still sleeping the sleep of the exhausted. She's now collected all of the information on the curses embedded in victims of the Royal Mages. Will Cricket reward her for the data? Possibly! Will Barada stop messing with her? Maaaaaybe.

Everyone messes with himherit. It's careful extraction from this odd person and room, then quietly making their way back through the hostel to find Cricket's office again. Also, doesn't shift along the way intentionally to see if anything happens anyway.

Luckily Cricket's office is right across the hall. Her door is closed though, which could mean anything at all really, since Mus has no idea what time of day it is right now. And Cricket does sleep when she's reminded to.

The mouse-thing decides to listen at the door first, to see if anyone is awake on the other side, if possible.

There's a lot of sound-proofing on this particular door, but Mus can make out what she thinks is movement, and.. water?

Mus decides to just knock. In case there is a bath, or a bedpan in use. Neither is polite to walk in on.

Cricket is standing on a washtub with her wings wrapped around her. There's a wooden bucket with a sponge in it, and a scent of soap. "Alptraum?" she asks. After all, it's a strange naked mouse.

"Supposedly," Mus comments. "I was waiting to see if Barada would mess with me before coming back here. Apparently not. And you do know the building has a bath in it...? You don't need to bathe in your office."

"What if someone walks in on me?" Cricket asks. "Make sure to close the door, please."

"What if someone does walk in?" Mus asks as she uses one of her feet to close the door behind her.

Once the door is closed, Mus feels dizzy. Dizzy enough that it's hard to stay standing!

"Uh..." Mus says and wobbles over to the bed to flop on it before she totally falls over

Things get weird, as a transformation runs through the mouse, ending in a young Eeee. An incredibly horny young Eeee at that. "Oh, you're back to my favorite form!" Cricket says. "You can wash my back if you want."

"That might be difficult," Alptraum claims as he sits up. "Body is being a bit weird here!" Still, he does get up to see if he CAN wash that back without losing his mind.

Cricket turns her back towards him, and passes the soap over her shoulder. It's actually on a bit of twin that goes around her neck like a necklace.

Alptraum tries to take the soap off so as to not strangle her while using it to sudz up her back. "Not sure why I keep getting so, uh, excited around any women," he admits.

"Any women?" Cricket asks. "Sure it isn't just me you find irresistible?" She says it a bit teasingly and wiggles her butt.

"Well, in the dreams it was any," Alptraum says, then erks. "Keep that up and you might find me in that wiggling butt," he warns, and swats it.

Cricket eeps at the swat, and keeps still. "Did you find out what curses are hiding in the men?" she asks.

"Vaguely. More impressions of outcomes," Alptraum explains and tries to then explain each one he remembers, from the 'nothing', to neck breaking and the like. "I hope it's enough for mages to know what trap to look for with a hint of what it probably does." He's also absently now trying to hump her backside when he doesn't focus.

"That's great!" Cricket says, and starts to wiggle back against him in excitement. "Barada's blessing is great!"

Alptraum's answer to that is to try and end up inside of Cricket. The downside is, from where he's positioned, it more means Gorphat's mouth...

"Eeee! Too tight!" Cricket squeals. "Maybe take me to the bed?" she suggests. "The blankets will help dry me off."

"You started it!" Alptraum blurts out, and lifts her off the tub and over his shoulder. To the bed he goes, and on the bed she goes. Then there's pouncing.

Cricket laughs when she's bounced on the bed before being pounced. "Barada be praised!" she declares. "And you too!"

Alptraum is disturbed by the urge, mostly because it's not normally so intense. But he has an outlet, so now he's going to use it, and does. To the point, so Cricket gets the point.

The Yodhbarada if fine with getting the point over and over again. She doesn't cackle. She's too young for that. But she laughs and giggles so much she has to catch her breath.

And Alptraum is .. well, he's trying to wear it out! It's really distracting, after all! Hopefully after a peak or too the issue will subside!

It does seem that the first one is something of a religious experience. And in that moment Cricket really looks like Barada! Whether that vision causes the extreme release or is a consequence of it.

Well, that's something! And the bat enjoys it greatly, basking in the sensation, and Cricket. After he pauses, he tries to see if the urge has diminished any and if he can be, well, less distracted!

It's less... overwhelming. He's still really aroused, and Cricket still looks and feels amazing. Is it distracting? Only if he doesn't want to keep going.

Alptraum goes for a round two, to see if it gets any better afterward. Otherwise ... something 'isn't right'. But then when is anything right with him?

Cricket is a bit more grabby this time, keeping Alptraum pulled against her. This lets her move more.. and more energetically. Even if Alptraum tries to slow down, she just speeds back up. The second explosion is more.. normal? Well, normal for a teenager. It was still pretty great of course, but it doesn't cause hallucinations.

Alptraum lets Cricket take over, and do what she wants. And that's ... apparently a lot. Afterward, he's wheezing a bit, and tests to see if things have calmed down yet!

They seem to be, slowly. It doesn't help that Cricket is still going for a bit longer. But she starts to wind down eventually, gulping deep breaths.

Alptraum lets Cricket go for round three! Maybe that will be enough to get whatever this is to quiet down and he'll be back to normal. Of course, what is his normal? His body can't even decide if it's male or female.

With the girl on top, Alptraum's 'interest' is renewed as she moves and wiggles and grinds, breasts bobbing wildly and sometimes threatening to whack Alptraum in the face whenever she leans forward.

So they get bitten and nursed on! To keep them from flopping. Yes, that's the excuse. Hands get involved, too.

Cricket makes high-pitched moans, and adjusts her movements to keep those stable. This means her hips are bobbing up and down in place rather vigorously.

Which is ... quite enjoyable! And thus, Alptraum does enjoy! But if after a third time he's still, er, excited ... something is definitely wrong with him.

The third release is a bit less intense than the second one. There are limits to teenage virility after all, which the blessing doesn't compensate for. Cricket stops soon after, panting and drooling a bit.

Alptraum pants too, and tries to judge how excited, or not, he still is at this point. He might be aching, tho.

He's feeling a bit tingly certainly, but until Cricket gets off of him it's difficult to tell. When she does finally move, things are bit more.. flexible, if not floppy.

Alptraum stands up and tries to breathe and see how things are doing. Also, how odd his focus is, or isn't. And if things calm down a bit more.

Well, Cricket is still a glowing goddess to Teen-O-Vision, especially with her breasts heaving like that. So, he's still interested, but could probably focus on something else, at least until he's recharged.

Alptraum doesn't want to be recharged! He's more worried about how he's still, well excited like this. He rubs his forehead, thinking back to the dream. And the 'solution'. Which was nasty. It had a smell. Where did he smell that before?

It smelled a bit like.. well, the goo left over after wrestling with the 'worm' dragon-thing on Mt. Gorphat. When he was a dragon as well.

Does he need to visit Mount Gorphat? Alptraum rubs his temples for a bit. "I think I need to go check up on something else," he finally admits to Cricket. "Where are my clothes...?"

"In the basket next to the desk," Cricket wheezes, and even manages to point in the general direction. "Why do you need clothes?"

"Because I'm going out into the city and I'd rather not be naked?" Alptraum points out as he goes to get his clothing. Though ... he now tries to remember if he came in female clothing or male clothing. Easy way to find out! Look.

The clothes are for a male Eeee. An adult male Eeee. "Awwww," Cricket says. "You'll come back and visit soon though right?"

"Of course. I visit often, don't I?" Alptraum asks. He tries to see if he can make himself grow to 'normal' without cocooning. Failing that, cocoon it is. Visiting the Temple of Gorphat, though? Always fraught with difficulty. And usually having to sleep with Gorphat.

It's difficult to change in Cricket's presence. He'll have to try outside in the corridor.

With a door between him and Cricket, he can reassert some control again. And also finally fully deflate.

Alptraum whews. And finally does dress. Time to go pay a visit to his favorite, also most terrifying, Goddess. She has her hooks in him, and he knows it. And worse, oftentimes, he doesn't mind. So, once dressed, he's making his way back out to then go airborne. From there, off to the smelliest place in Babel.

The question now: go to the temple or see if there are still pools of goo left on top of the mountain, in the ruins of the older shrine. After all, he isn't sure which of the many smelly goos it might be. He also doesn't have anything to collect it in, either.

Alptraum heads to the old temple first. Perhaps there is a clue there. He's not even sure the goo is what he needs.

There are a lot of signs that a dragon was here, certainly. Claw marks on the stone, knocked over walls, torn up earth, and.. globs of stinky goo. But it's been at least a day now, and the globs seems a bit globby. Not quite dried out, but no longer fluid.

"Hello?" Alptraum calls out. "Is anyone ... or anything here?" He's been to Mt. Gorphat many times, but it always makes him feel a bit itchy.

"Who's there?" a raspy voice demands. Alptraum doesn't see anyone.. but one of the humps of debris has an aura.

"Alptraum. The Barsunala," Alptraum calls out. He heads towards the hump, though slow and careful.

The hump rises up, shedding some dirt and debris in the process. Eventually this reveals.. a Vykarin! The shell-wolf thing turns to face Alptraum. It's 'wearing' a sort of net that various things hanging from it, including bottles and jars filled with unknown contents. They all clank together. "Rawrsunala?" it asks, but Alptraum can tell it's female.. because he's starting to get aroused by her presence. Which could be very awkward.

"Raw-shell," the creature replies. It might be trying to say Rachel, but Raw-shell sounds like a valid Vykarin name too. "The Vykemist."

"Vykarin," Alptraum says, surprised. Also surprised by his reaction. "Why are you here? This mountain is sacred. If the Yodhgorphat find you here, they won't be happy." He also tries to not look directly at the beast to see if the urge calms.

The Vykarin approaches to give Alptraum a good sniffing. She even noses his crotch, so looking away doesn't help. "Saw a 'ragon. Fightin' a thing. Lossa juices to collect. Make pow'ful potions."

"Yeah, the dragon was me," Alptraum says and pushes a bit at the creature. "Why are you sniffing my crotch?"

"Smell funny," the Vykarin and self-proclaimed Vykemist says. It takes a bit of effort to push her head aside. "Not look like 'ragon," she points out.

"I can change shape. How do I smell funny there?" Alptraum asks next as he gives up on pushing her head away. Knowing he'll regret this, he actually undoes his pants so she can smell more directly.

Sniff sniff snorf goes Raw-shell, followed by licking. "Cursed," the odd beast declares.

The licking feels quite good and Alptraum finds not minding that so much. The pronouncement, though, makes him blink. "Cursed? Cursed how? With WHAT?" he asks.

"Can't smell how," the woman says, then looks around. "'Ragon was here. Saw juices. Sacred mountain. Prolly cursed by click-click-wurping monster."

"By what monster?" Alptraum asks, though realizes if he's cursed, it was Gorphat, since that was the worm. Ugh. "So, uh, can you cure it? You make cures, right?"

"Potions, tinct-tures, salves, elix-ers," Raw-shell pronounces carefully. "What part you want cure? You always like this?"

"I'm not always aroused," Alptraum says, "That's .. new, so probably related? Something to remove the curse?"

"Recently? Started sometime after the fight, I think. Always around women. And yes, I know that's normal for guys, but not at this level," Alptraum babbles as he pulls his pants back up, trying to not look, well, humiliated.

"Whooof," Raw-shell lightly howls, and but her paws up onto her face just ahead of her visor. Her tail wags and her ears blush. "Raw-shell flattered," she eventually says.

"I don't mean .. er. Anyway, can it be cured? You don't know, do you?" Alptraum asks.

"Priest remove curse, but.." the woman says, and rummages around her wares, apparently knowing things by feel. She eventually produces a weirdly shaped jar, something very amateurish in style. It's a got a cloth and wax plug, and when she opens it the smell is.. ripe. "Maybe like cancel like," she suggests. "Or make explode. You go crazy, promise not to ravish Raw-shell, yes? You not my type. Too small."

Alptraum immediately covers his nose! Ugh! "I can be bigger, a lot bigger," he notes, but then shrugs. "I promise to not do anything though. And did you just say explode?" That last is worrisome! But he can shift and sorta heal, so .. er ... this is such a bad idea.

Alptraum takes the jar. He sighs and has to drop his pants again. To start, he gets a little on his finger and ties, well, rubbing in it. While not gagging from the smell.

It actually feels really good. It increases his arousal, but it isn't aimed at the Vykarin now.. but at the goo itself. Clearly he needs to rub more of it on. Really cover it all.

Alptraum uuughs, and siiighs. He gets more of that yuck and applies it to see if it helps any. Why does he help the Goddesses, again?

Once he's got it really applied everywhere.. he suddenly pops and then the arousal fades. It wasn't a very pleasurable pop either, it actually hurt a bit. Raw-shell is far enough away to avoid getting any on her at least. "Whooof," she comments. Arousal fades quickly, but the ache remains.

"Ow! Dagh!" Alptraum complains. He pants for a bit, then checks his bits to see if the swelling has gone down, or not. "I don't think that did enough," he admits, ears wilting. And things .. aching. Thoughts of Dar keep coming up in his mind now, this is starting to feel familiar.

The swelling has gone down, but the cost of not getting aroused may be the ache. And the stink of course. That should keep any women away though by itself, hopefully.

"Ugh," Alptraum says as he tries to find something to wipe the goo and the stink off! But at least it sort of worked? He needs to get Gorphat to remove this, though.

"How it do?" Raw-shell asks, her nostrils pinched close. Now things are starting to burn a bit where the goo touches. The easiest thing at hand for wiping is.. well, the shadow. It could probably even put the stuff back into the jar.

Alptraum uses the shadow to try and do exactly that. Remove the goo back into the jar before worse things happen.

This helps with the burning sensation. "That neat trick," Raw-shell declares.. and then plugs the jar again. "How feel?" she asks.

"Not burning. Not great. I don't think that worked very well," Alptraum admits, sighs. "So, you said something about ... stick in?" he asks, sounding utterly doomed.

"Siphon up," Raw-shell says, and makes slurping noises. "Yer hose can do that, yeah?" This is followed by more slurping noises.

"Uh. No. Not at all. It's out only," Alptraum says, looking horrified by that idea!

"They know how inject stuff, yeah?" Raw-shell asks. "I got little pipe, can try if you hold real still."

The Vykarin shuffles her gear around, and produces a thin glass pipette that is still alarmingly wide for the place it would be inserted.

"Yike! Uh, I'll ask the doctors first," Alptraum squeaks and jumps back. The idea of glass breaking off in ... THERE is king of horrifying.

The pipette is returned to the Vykarin's equipment. "So.. you want jar of goo yeah?" she asks.

"I ... guess so," Alptraum grudgingly admits. If nothing else, it'll be great for pranks.

"Well, what would you want in trade? Or how much in coin...?" Alptraum inquires as he checks what he brought along. He often doesn't carry much. A simple knife, his flute, and ... a lot of pocket lint.

"Mmmmmm," the woman goes, rocking back and forth. "You turn into 'ragon?" she asks. "Trade for 'ragon roose.. dragon juice," she claims.

"Fine. Give me a bit, then," Alptraum says. He sets the jar to the side, then steps back and sits down on the ground. "This will be weird, but do not bother my while doing this, okay?" And with that, Alptraum buries himself in shadow to effect the shift to a dragon form.

Raw-shell pokes her nose through Alptraum's clothes while the shadow does its work. There's an energy cost of course, since dragontraum is a lot bigger, but a lot of that is returned when transforming back to an Eeee anyway. Eventually the shadow withdraws, revealing a dragon! A dragon that gets immediately aroused on seeing Raw-shell. The goo effect doesn't remain through a transformation apparently, at least not when applied topically.

Alptraum growls at Raw-shell. "You wanted goo. Directly?" the dragon offers as it stalks towards the shelled creature. With everything on display.

Alptraum peers at the creature, then flops on his side, and actually makes the ruins shake! Then he rolls over, limbs splayed like an idiot.

The Vykarin climbs on top, with all of her wares rattling and clanking. Then she just sort of lies down atop Alptraum's arousal and starts moving back and forth, rubbing her furred underside against him.

Alptraum finds this really disturbing. His claws come up and grab the Vykarin to see if there is any way to, well, get in the creature!

It isn't clear how anything works there. "Oh, you want do that with Raw-shell?" Raw-shell asks, and makes her bashful face again. "Say nice things first."

The tail in question wags, causing a bit of a breeze down there. But then Raw-shell does something weird with her mouth: it looks like she's making kissing motions with her lips.

Alptraum erms. He's not sure about kissing ... that. But he's scaled, so armored ... and gives it a hesitant shot. If it somehow kills him, it'll be a mercy admittedly.

Raw-shell can produce a surprising amount of suction when she kisses. But she finally moves to where Alptraum finds an opening!

Now the question is, does he fit? He tries, of course, because he's an idiot. A giant, scaled, idiot.

It's a tight fit at first, but then things loosen up. Raw-shell makes woofing and clicking noises, and paws at Alptraum's chest. And of course everything on her back sways and rattles.

And then it's on to weird creature bouncing. The Vykarin, not the dragon. The dragon is on his back. At least if feels okay and helps with ache! So ... that's something?

There's still the feral urge, but something about Raw-shell seems to quell that a bit. Is it how her tongue lolls out the side of her mouth, maybe? Or the strange sounds she makes?

Whatever it is, he's grateful. So for now the Vykarin gets to tell stories about how she rode a dragon's lance. And he settles in, bouncing the creature rapidly as he works out is, er, urges? Frustrations? Gorphat's jealousy?

It takes a while, perhaps because of the oddness of it all, but the dragon finally erupts! It a relief, certainly. But Raw-shell grabs a container and works to collect the excess that leaks out. "Good bouncy," she commends.

The dragon is oddly grateful he didn't launch the creature into the air when he erupted. There's a lot when you're a big creature. Alptraum now also feels foolish, weird, and stupid. "Was that enough to pay?" he finally asks, feeling a bit like a reverse whore.

"I'm a demi-god," Alptraum corrects. Once the Vykarin is off, he rolls back over and goes back into shadow to shift back to, well, himself.

"Er, nevermind," Alptraum says, and goes back into the shadow before there are more weird questions.

When he emerges.. he's still aroused in the presence of Raw-shell, who is looking at him. It's hard to tell what she's thinking, since her eyes are behind her visor. But he can still tell that she's looking at him!

"What?" Alptraum asks as he tries to get dressed and not look like the humiliated teen escaping his girlfriend's bedroom.

"I'll need it," Alptraum admits. Looks like he has to head down to the treatment tents to find help. Or go inside and beg Gorphat.

Raw-shell bobs her head, and then starts heading down the mountainside at a trot, her odd hoof-and-claw feet getting good traction.

Alptraum uses his wings to head down. Less stress on the feet. Plus, he's allowed!