At the main temple entrance, Alptraum looks around for the robed nurse-practitioners known as the Yodhrinala. Last time he checked, there were at least three of them: Yodhrinala Sake, Hope and Charity. They're probably deeper inside though, where the 'non-Blarf' patients tend to be.
"Well, hopefully one of them is in a private area," Alptraum mutters as he heads deeper into main entrance. Of course being inside Gorphat's temple puts him more at Her mercy too, so there is that risk. Seeing Gorphat would probably leave him aroused too, like any female Eeee. Sadly, even without the curse Gorphat turned him on. He's a little crazy.
There is a young Eeee girl in white robes with a gray sash standing at attention near the entrance. She keeps sniffling and turning her ears about. She looks up when Alptraum enters. "Hello and welcome to the Temple of Gorphat Clinic. How may I help you?" she recites.
Since the girl looks to be around Cricket's age, Alptraum has to fight the urge to turn into a teenager. He's already 'responding' to her being female as it is.
"I am looking for one of the Yodhrinala on a minor matter for myself," Alptraum claims and even bows slightly so he doesn't have to directly look at her. "Would you know where one of them is?"
"Yodhrinala Charity is on diagnostic duty right now," the girl says and wipes her nose with the sleeve of her robe. She then points down an aisle of the temporary modular fabric 'walls' that make up the Clinic.
"Diplomatic duty? To where?" Alptraum inquires, curious, as he looks down the aisle.
"No.. diagnostic.. but also yes, there is diplomacy involved too I think," the girl says.
Alptraum shakes his head. "Ah, sorry, mis-heard," he claims, though he's rather distracted. "Thank you." And now he's heading down that corridor to get away from the young girl.
There are moans and groans behind the thin walls, but soon Alptraum enters an open area were there are benches and cots, but is currently empty - save for a Yodhrinala lying on one of the cots and taking a nap.
"That's an interesting diagnostic procedure," Alptraum comments once he gets close to the sleeping Yodhrinala. He's also smirking a bit.
"I was just resting my eyes!" Yodhrinala Charity claims as she sits upright. Her hair tied into an updo held together by what might be medical instruments, and she's completely black save for her brown eyes. "What is.. oh, aren't you the Barsunala?" She looks Alptraum up and down, and says, "Is that a medical condition or are just happy to see me?"
"Yes, I'm the Barsunala, and yes, it's a medical condition. I'm here to see if it can be treated," Alptraum admits, and sighs. "It's rather, ah, distracting."
Charity turns so she's just sitting on the cot now, and reaches for Alptraum's pants. "Alright, let's see what we're dealing with."
"If you really want to." he says. He looks upward, but doesn't attempt to stop the priestess from lowering his pants if that's her goal. He also realizes since he's here, he should check in the Temple itself, perhaps even as its High Priestess. It's been a bit and being close to it again is tugging at urges.
Pants go down, and Charity hmmms. She lifts Alptraum's scrotum, and says, "Cough please."
Alptraum blinks first, then repeatedly. Then he coughs.
Squeeze. After that, Charity releases her grip and examines the shaft. "Are you experiencing erections lasting longer than four hours?" she asks.
"Nearly constant, and very distracting around any women," Alptraum admits. "It's some sort of blessing from Gorphat, and I have a goo that counters it a bit."
"Is that the smelly residue?" Charity asks. "Where did you get it from?"
Alptraum nods. He holds up the closed jar. "From atop Mount Gorphat. It's a secretion from one of Her creatures."
"So.. what's the purpose of the Blessing?" Charity asks, standing up and tugging at the collar of her robe. "Or rather, the Challenge?"
"I'm not entirely certain, though I suspect it's to 'complement' one Inala had used on me. Gotphat is making me constantly aroused around anything female," Alptraum admits. "Being what I am, there's always a bit of tug-of-war between the Goddesses. Lucky me, eh?"
"Hmm, so no disease involved then?" Charity says. "Leave your pants here and follow me to the Diagnostic Platform!"
"I don't think so," Alptraum admits, steps out of his pants, and follows along. He's still looking a bit upward.
The come to the platform, which Alptraum has to step up onto. It's got a ritual circle on it, and black and white candles. Why it's up on a wooden platform is uncertain. "Just stand in the middle while I summon the others," Charity says, before giving out an Eeee whistle.
"Can't you just do this alone?" Alptraum asks as he does step up on and into the center of. He'd really rather not be seen by a bunch of women while like this!
"Rituals don't work like that," Charity claims. "Plus, you're the Barsunala so we need to be extra careful." The other two Yodh appear, and Hope, the youngest blurts out, "Wowsers! Look at that.. uh.. ahem. Greetings, Barsunala.
Alptraum puts his hand over his eyes and sighs out. "Yes, yes, I'm sure it's impressive. It's also a problem. And greetings Yodhrinala. I am sorry we meet under these circumstances," he mutters out, sighs, and drops his hand.
Charity quickly fills them in. "No external sores, not leakage or other signs of disease, no lumps," she rattles off. "It's a Blessing from Gorphat, so we need to do a full Diagnostic to figure it out."
Alptraum doesn't mention in other forms there are lumps, and worse. In both male and female versions! "Can we also keep this, ah, private, please?" Alptraum requests.
"Could be a tumor affecting the vagus nerve," Sake suggests as she takes her position and lights her candle. The black candles burn with a white flame, and the white candles have black flames. "Doctor-patient privilege is always in effect," Charity claims to Alptraum. Having all three women paying attention to him makes things throb almost painfully.
Alptraum goes back to looking upward and trying to not look at any of them in case it helps keep the discomfort down. "I'd appreciate no gossiping amongst you three, either," he adds, a bit plaintive. "I have an image to uphold."
Hope sings, and runs her hands over the circle, causing the symbols to change and an outline to appear beneath Alptraum. It's an Eeee outline, wings half-couched.
Looking upward, Alptraum misses the transformation. "Please lie down in the outline, on your back," Charity instructs.
Alptraum's attention shifts down, and then he does slowly kneel down on the platform. From there it's shifting around until he's on his back. Aaaand ... oddly feels like a sun dial all of a sudden.
The outlines feel like they're sticking to him, and moving. Actually, it's the symbols that are moving onto him until he's covered. Even his mast has glowing shapes wrapping around it. They actually press down against his fur.
Well, he's relatively used to weird magic rituals, so it's not freaking him out too much. It does feel weird, though. "How much is necessary and how much is all of you having fun?" Alptraum finally asks.
"This is a full diagnostic, please be patient. You may feel some.. discomfort," Charity says, and then all three of them are sing-chanting and the symbols are still moving around. And then they're sinking in past his skin!
He's used to that sensation from the Shadow! Sort of, anyway. So, he's managing to hold still for now, and is staring at the ceiling.
He also gets some in his eyes, which is very distracting.
Alptraum okays, that's new. He tries not to squeak like a wimp.
As symbols move around inside of he, he can feel them clump up in certain areas. Mostly areas in his groin, but also some in his head. The singing finally stops, and Alptraum's vision is a bit wonky as there are lights inside of his eyes now.
Alptraum keeps reminding himself to remain calm! He's been through much worse, and will probably go through worse again. He tries to just breathe slowly and calmly as he waits for them to come to their conclusions.
"Alright, looks like sight, sound, smell.. there's some tangles in his heart and prostate from a secondary unrelated intrusion," Charity rambles.
"No penetration into his right forearm," Hope notes. "It's blank."
"The tangles are shadow bindings, I recommend not bothering those, thanks," Alptraum remarks dryly. "Right arm is normal, for me."
"Normal for the Barsunala is rather extreme," Charity notes. "We need to do a monitor pass. Hope, I volunteer you." Hope squeaks, then clears her throat. "Ah, Barsunala, do I have your permission to.. uh.. engage.. have sex with you for the purpose of seeing what happens?" the youngest Yodh asks.
Alptraum's eyebrow arches. "If you get pregnant, it's not my fault," Alptraum claims, dryly. "So, yes, you may."
"That is unlikely to be part of the blessing if it is one of Gorphat's," Charity says while Hope disrobes and climbs onto the platform while sing-chanting. Alptraum can smell her arousal when she finishes her cantrip. Then she mounts the glowing pillar and sinks down. "Tell me what you urges you may be experiencing," Charity instructs Alptraum.
The sinking down makes him arch up and moan out; moreso than he probably wanted to, but he couldn't stop himself. "Seriously? Isn't it already obvious?!" Alptraum blurts out after she 'settles'. "When I'm around women I want to bed them, to the point sometimes it's hard to even think!"
"Do you feel romantic, or more like ravishing them?" Charity asks, as Sake reinforces the binding on the outline to keep Alptraum's movements in check. "Hope is a pretty young woman. Does that make a difference?"
"More like ravishing them. The feelings are not romantic. And appearance doesn't matter, only that they're female," Alptraum claims. Hopefully it means regular female animals wouldn't cause this reaction, otherwise it'll be difficult in more than one way!
"Do you know how many rounds you can go before running dry?" Charity asks as Hope grinds and bounces, and even leans forward to run her claws through Alptraum's fur. She even licks his nipples.
"Three, I think, but I've hardly done much experimenting," Alptraum manages out, through hisses and moans, somehow. He's REALLY distracted right now by what Hope is doing! Though oddly maybe due to where he is, he wishes it were Gorphat, and SHE did this to him!
Hope actually kisses him! "Don't take too long, Hope," Charity tells her. "And don't obscure the diagnostic symbols like that! We don't want to miss the pathways."
Alptraum mph! He's pretty certain he's not going to last very long as it is. Things feel very, ah, pent up!
Hope goes back to bouncing and grinding, and Charity asks, "How long has it been seen your last sexual release, and how have you been applying the.. uh.. goo?"
"An hour," Alptraum admits, "And I only tried it once. The smell is too much, and it itches and burns."
"Are you sure it's meant to be applied topically then?" Charity asks.
"I have no idea. I know it works but not the right way to apply it," Alptraum whines and shudders. And his cork pops.
Hope squeaks, and things light up all over Alptraum's body.. and presumably his head as well. Maybe it's the glow in his eyes, but he feels like he sees fireworks. "That looked normal," Sake says. "But the system isn't shutting down."
"I already told you that!" Alptraum moans out! "It's constant!"
As Hope crawls off, Charity says. "Alright, time to experiment!" And then Alptraum hears and smells the jar being opened.
Alptraum ughs! And he can't pinch his nose! That is not a good smell, at all! Though arguably it probably smells better than Gorphat's High Priestess.
Worse still, he feels a bit being smeared onto his muzzle just below each nostril. "Aha, the nose is dimming," Charity notes.
"Let us know when the burning sensation starts," the Yodh also asks Alptraum.
Alptraum gahs! "That smells awful! You're going to make my nose hair fall out!" he complains and tries to NOT breathe through his nose.
"But it had an effect," Charity notes, and then wipes the goo off with an alcohol-soaked cloth. "I don't think we can use it on your senses, so.." She turns to Sake and says, "We'll need the Number 3 syringe and a catheter."
"A what-huh? I don't know what that is but I also don't like the sound of it!" Alptraum declares.
"Hope, keep him calm," Charity says, as she moves towards the tail end of the platform with the jar. Hope's smiling face appears in Alptraum's field of view, and says, "Don't worry. It may feels odd at first, or even stimulating, but don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid, I'm concerned," Alptraum points out. "If I panic, bad things could happen, you know? I do have a lot of abilities that can be dangerous."
"Well, what will keep you from panicking?" the girl asks.
"I ... I'm not sure," Alptraum admits after thinking about that. "Just talk to me for now? What exactly is she going to do?"
"We're going to insert a catheter into your urethra, but we won't go all the way to your bladder," Hope explains. "We'll use a small miracle to get it up into your prostate, so it can be fully drained."
"Drained?" Alptraum asks, worriedly. Now he's thinking of all the pressure and pain Dar goes through down there. Only Dar can't drain, just slow-drip. So ... maybe this will help?
"Yup! It's something we do for patients with enlarged prostates too, nothing mysterious," Hope claims. "Then I think Charity is going to inject some of the goo to see if that helps."
Sake grabs hold of Alptraum's shaft just then.
That last part makes Alptraum's ears wilt. He knows how it felt on the outside! Hopefully it won't burn like that on the inside. His mouth opens, but all he can do is squeak.
"It shouldn't hurt," Hope assures, and starts rubbing the sides of Alptraum's head. He feels the tip of the catheter go in.. and it feels huge. But then just about anything would, wouldn't it?
"That feels huge!" Alptraum squeaks, and jerks a bit. He's really trying to not panic. Why is it as a girl he likes large things inside, but as a guy ... not there!
There's a sort of back-and-forth screwing motion as it goes in. But this is Gorphat's sort of pleasure: awkward and unwelcome. Even though he just released a few minutes go, he's doing it again. Luckily the catheter is basically a tube so there's no obstruction.
Alptraum is disturbed that he's both hating and enjoying the disturbing sensation. There's another squeak when he feels himself releasing again, but at least there's no pressure buildup. That's what usually makes it hurt bad for Dar. No functional outlet.
As things progress, the sensation becomes more or less constant, and Alptraum's climaxes are restricted to the shaft itself, without the pumping. There's nothing to pump, so that's for the best. "Everything going alright?" Hope asks him.
"It's ... weird," Alptraum manages out in gasps. There's some odd pleasure bursts going on, and tensing, but no sensation of anything flowing too. "I'm okay, I ... think."
"Almost there," Hope says. "You may feel an urge to urinate," she warns. "If you're going to, you need to do it before we start entering the prostate."
So ... Alptraum tries to do just that, just in case! She did say do it before they got much further, after all. It's not like that's anymore embarrassing than what is going on already.
A moment or so after that, Charity says, "It's time for the duct deflection." Then she and Sake start sing-chanting their prayers, while Hope sort of just rests her breasts against Alptraum's ears as she massages his temples. They're regular Eeee breasts, which Alptraum frankly isn't used to.
But he still appreciates them! So, that's actually a good distraction and he ends up relaxing a bit, and thinking less about what is going on down there. The temple massage helps, too.
Another kind of massage happens down below. Something is inserted into Gorphat's Mouth, and has a knobby wheel at the end. This is used to roll back and forth and apply pressure against the prostate to trigger the release of anything left in it. It causes it pump, which is a mix of pleasure and pain. "Make sure to evacuate any air before we insert the syringe," Charity is heard to say.
That last release comes with a pained 'bark'! from Alptraum, then a lot of blinking. It's kind of sad going through Gorphat's mouth isn't what surprised him at this point, but the weird painful 'release' that followed. "Insert the syringe...?" he asks nervously.
Soon he feels something 'filling' him in a place he's never felt full before. And it burns a little at first, but then that fades. "I'm seeing some reaction," Sake says. "Definitely dimming," Charity says. "Let start the withdrawal." There's a bit more sing-chanting, and then the catheter is being pulled out. This isn't as weird or stimulating as when it went in. But.. things are softer on the way out!
There's a small jerk at the start of a burn ... that fades off quickly. Then he's breathing out slowly, as he feels stuff being, well, pulled out. And some relief, as he doesn't feel so ... tense down there anymore! That's a huge relief in itself. The unfortunate part is where things were 'filled' he can feel it a bit, a lump of pressure and weight, but at least no burning.
The other tool is also removed, eventually. They didn't forget about it.
The pull out of that makes him grunt, then he relaxes more.
"Hope," Charity calls. "Try stimulating him now, visually." So Hope is up on the platform and dangling her breasts over his face. He still wants to grab them, but he's not reacting down there.
"If this doesn't work we'll have to go for scrotal injection," Charity tells Sake. "Probably need the Number 7 for that."
"I want to grab those," Alptraum admits. But even he notices he's not feeling as inflamed down below. He can't look and see how much he went down, though. It doesn't quite feel like complete deflating, just partial, but that could just be due to the weird full feeling.
"The syringe or Hope's breasts?" Charity asks. The diagnostic ritual begins to fade, including the stickiness of the platform.
"The breasts," Alptraum clarifies. And once the stickiness does abate, he's trying to sit up and look between his legs at the reaction.
The glow is fading, and he looks.. normal? But does this also mean he can't get it up if he wants to? There are so many overlapping blessings now.. although the Barada stuff may be over with. Maybe.
"So, should you also inject the scrotum to be sure, or ... see if this is good enough?" Alptraum finally asks. "And how am I going to be able to re-do that in the future...?"
"Let's see how this works out," Charity says. "Due to the density of the goo, I don't think it can be easily flushed out, but that is not a certainty."
"If you keep having disturbing urges though.." she adds.
Alptraum nods. "Well, can you put together instructions and stuff I would need to reapply it if I had to?" he requests.
"I still want to jump all of you," Alptraum admits, sighs. "Just it's not reacting to the urges now."
"You instructions are to return here so we can repeat the procedure," Charity says. "This is something that must be performed in the Temple of Gorphat. Let's see if the urges fade or not. They are directly tied to your senses of sight, smell and hearing."
"Why must it be performed here? I travel a lot, and getting back here isn't always possible," Alptraum points out, sighs. "But I'll try."
"It's a Blessing of Gorphat, that's why," Charity claims, and raises a finger. "Also because it requires magic to be done right. There isn't a standard prostate catheter that just anyone can cram in there and hope to make it work."
Alptraum is now getting off the platform. He goes to his pants and goes about pulling them back on since things are behaving now. "I do appreciate your help, and discretion, in this matter," he says. "And I do wield magic, so I might be able to manage it, but .. for now I'll make due here."
"Hope would miss you ravishing her too," Sake claims with a grin. This makes Hope squeak huffily. But also she doesn't deny it.
Alptraum snorts. "I see," he comments, amused. "Is that a necessary component?"
"You can ravish all of us," Charity offers. "That will get you ready for the injection."
"It's sometimes best to.. uh.. indulge the Blessing before applying a.. whatever this is," Sake claims.
Alptraum laughs at that. "And thus, an ulterior motive too, I see," he remarks dryly. "But I sort of understand that. Thank you again."
"Do you want us to hold onto the goo for you?" Charity asks. "I expect you back in an hour for a follow-up."
"For now, yes, it's best you hold onto it," Alptraum agrees. "I've got a minor errand to run."
The urge to turn into a teenager in Cricket's presence is still there, along with just jumping her, but it's just an urge. Barada isn't making it happen. "I've cleaned up the list and added some more information related to the identities of the men," Cricket tells Alptraum as she hands over a bound packet. "Are you feeling alright? You look a bit.. stressed?" she asks.
"I feel a bit stressed and off, yes," Alptraum admits and tries to force a smile. "I'll be fine, though. I just need to drop this list off so the mages can study it and write up possible things to look for." That fullness and weight is still very much there, and thankfully it's keeping anything from getting embarrassing.
Cricket smiles her charming smile. "I think this will be a huge help," she says. "I hope to see you again soon." She even stands up and comes around the desk to give Alptraum a kiss!
Alptraum blanches, but decides to let her kiss him. It'll be a good test of 'down below' at least!
He feels a twitch, but that's all. Still, being around her is taxing.
The bat extricates himself from Cricket's arms. "I do need to get going, though," he says quickly, and then heads out before anything happens!
The guards at the Mage's Tower landing are both men this time, an Eeee and a Karnor. The Karnor's nose wrinkles slightly, so me must be able to smell some trace of the goo, but doesn't mention it. The Eeee just salutes and says, "Welcome go the Guild Tower, Barsunala.. Sir!" He then knocks on the door in special way so that the attendant inside opens it.
Alptraum gives the Karnor a questioning look, complete with arched brow. "Just Alptraum is fine, no need for formalities," he tells the Eeee as he waits for the door to open up. He also suddenly realizes given he can't get, well, excited, Men are his only option right now. Ugh. Everything gets weird. And frustrating. He shakes that thought out.
The door opens and leads to the reception hall. The not-quite-there Rhian mage is at the desk today, wearing a heavily reinforced Chronotopian corset and dress, and also a tiny hat that is pinned to her mane. She's sporting enough cleavage to fell a decently sized tree.
Alptraum avoids looking directly at her as much as possible to avoid the lust urges coming back up. "I have a list of possible curses to look for in the remaining folks to treat that were affected by the Royal Mages," he tells the receptionist. "Cyprian and Trilby will want to see it."
"Oh, jolly good!" the mare replies, and actually gives a little clap. "Do you with to bring it to one of them directly or drop it off with me?" She smiles (Rhians have such BIG teeth) and flutters her eyelashes. She also looks up to try and see what Alptraum is looking at.
"I can leave it with Cyprian first, as he might better interpret what they might mean, given it came from a sort of mind interpreting a sensation," Alptraum says and bobs his head a bit. "It was weird, but I doubt too weird for him to not figure out."
The mare sorts through.. hoses.. next to her desk. Once she finds the right one, she pops open the cap and yells into it, "THE BARSUNALA IS HERE TO SEE MAGE CYPRIAN!" One of Cyprian's attendants shows up immediately. "I can hear you without the tube. What happened to the bells?"
"The bells were accidentally sat on and broke," the mare claims.
Alptraum's head is tilted and he's rubbing at his ears. "Yelling around an Eeee is really unpleasant," he notes to the mare, grumbly. "Do it again, and I'll give you Eeee hearing so you can find out how bad."
"I didn't install the tubes," the main claims defensively. "I suggested hand mirrors using Light and Illusion enchantments to all for talking and viewing over long distances, but was told they would be prohibitively expensive."
"It would be based on everything I know," Alptraum says, "Which isn't much admittedly." He turns to look at the attendant and says, "I have a list of descriptions of curse effects I was able to glean from those needing treatment. They are a bit odd, but I am hoping the descriptions will be enough for Cyprian to deduce likely curses the Royal mages would have used for that."
"Come along then, he's just drinking his Mateh right now," the attendant says, and gestures for Alptraum to follow.
"Alright," Alptraum agrees, and follows after the attendant. He doesn't even mess with him!
The reach Cyprian's office without running into any women. "Ah, Alptraum!" Cyprian calls from his desk and stands up. He's got the Mateh kettle and cups on his desk. "Come join me."
"Gladly," Alptraum says as he heads over to one of the chairs near the desk to settle down. "I've got a list of ... curse interpretations I was able to glean from the remaining folk to be treated. They're odd, I'm afraid, because they're a mental impression of the effect, but I thought you may be able to make sense of them when you look through records related to known magic the Royal Mages used." He pulls out the envelope containing the cleaned-up description."
"That's.. amazingly useful to know!" Cyprian says, blinking as he takes the packet. "We should be able to prepare better now. Any more like that last one?"
"No. These felt ... decidedly more violent and deadly than death by pleasure," Alptraum says a bit grimly. "One seemed like .. blindness, but the others felt rather nasty."
Cyprian skims through the documents. "Broken backs.." he mutters.
"Cut throats as well," Alptraum notes as he reaches over to take one of the cups of Mateh, then draws it up and sips a bit.
It's high quality Mateh, so it's a bit smoother than Alptraum is used to. Sitting down though reminds Alptraum of the weight in his groin. As Cyprian reads, the door opens and Khatta woman enters. She's dressed in regular Babelite clothes instead of robes, and is just bring a bunch of scrolls in for Cyprian. "Mail is here," she purrs, and smiles at Alptraum. This causes a pang discomfort in his prostate, but it doesn't feel like anything is leaking.
Alptraum twitches, blinks, and splays his ears when the khatta enters. He shifts a bit, trying to get the weight to 'settle' differently, though it's not that uncomfortable, just there. The pang tolerable, at least. But the good thing is, no issues with unexpected arousal at least!
"Thanks Phoebe," Cyprian says without looking up. "I'll go over this with Trilby and Rostre and we can work out a schedule."
"Just let me, or Cricket know which you want to treat first and it'll be arranged," Alptraum says, keeping his attention now on his cup and not the cat.
The cat sashays out of the office and the door closes. "Anything else you want to talk about, Alptraum?" Cyprian asks. "Are you doing alright after the last curse?"
"I'm doing mostly okay. Dealing with back and forth issues between Gorphat and Inala, but at least they're focused on me and not those not capable of coping with it," Alptraum says, and shrugs a bit. "So far, it's all been manageable, more or less."
"I can't intervene in the affairs of the Kindly Ones," Cyprian notes. "But so far they haven't asked for us to do anything, have they?"
"Not at all. I keep their attention on me on purpose," Alptraum claims. "Though if you're offering to deal with it in my stead..."
"If they need me in the capacity as the Avenger, I will answer," Cyprian promises. "There are.. difficulties.. for a Mage dealing directly with a 'God' as the Guild if very much against it, especially after the whole Dream Ritual debacle."
"A very political answer," Alptraum says and nods sagely. "Fret not, I will try to keep them from calling on you. He finishes off his cup and stands. "Well, I'll leave you to studying that list. I hope it will make more sense to you than I. I don't know how those would translate to actual curses, but I figured someone here should be able to."
"Political.. the price of working in Babel," Cyprian sighs, and summons his attendant. "Thanks again, Alptraum. This information can save lives. Mainly ours."
"That's the hope," Alptraum says and sets his empty cup down. "I know the way out, so no need for an escort unless it's required for security or something, given well .. I am who I am, and thus technically an enemy."
"We don't have enemies," Cyprian claims with a sigh.
"Hopefully true," Alptraum says with a small salute, and heads for the office exit. "If anything else turns up relating to the victims, I'll pass it along."
Dar feels dizzy. Dizzier than usual, or what has become usual anyway. He's still standing up, but bent over into an awkward position. His former wings are needed to keep him relatively upright, and his back itches terribly. Well, most of his skin itches in fact, and he can feel where it's gone bare. Right now though, his neck is giving him the most ache.
Dar is for the moment trying to see if he can reach back with his actual arms and ccratch where things are itching. Or feel what is going on, for that matter. At least the internal pressure between his thighs have lessened some for a change. He also tries to roll his head a bit to see if he has issues moving his neck around at all, that neck pain is worrying.
His arms seem to be semi-restricted when it comes to shoulder movement, but he can certainly reach his belly, although it means pushing aside the somewhat deflated 'sacs' that serve as pseudo-breasts. He can also reach his neck, but.. there's another skin-sac there that wasn't before. And when rolling his neck there seems to be a bit more range to it. A lot of the ache is right where it connects to the base of his skull, but it doesn't seem to be from motion-related issues.
"That is ... " Dar sort of slurs as he tries to reach and feel the back of his neck with one hand, and the front with the other, if motion allows.
He can still reach it at least. There seems to be more back than there should be. The front has that sac, or something like a sac, and seems to be to filling and firming up as he feels it.
Dar feels around and along the front and that sac. He also tries to look down as it trying to look between his 'breasts'. Or what act like them, the swaying semi-empty bags that they are.
This is much easier than expected. The new limberness lets him duck his head down enough to see everything. The main thing that sticks about the 'breasts' at the moment are the tubes going through them, which dictate how they hang and move being the primary weight at the moment. Beyond them, the glowing, mangled remains of his genitals are hard to miss. There's still movement from the maggot-like creatures that occupy the cracks.
Dar winces, both from what he sees and from being able to bend his neck that much. He reaches down and brushes at his mangled junk with his stiff hands, trying to brush off those maggots, or whatever they are. And to find out how contact there feels at this point. "Mother Gorphat, Hosheb, what is going on with me...?" he asks the darkness.
It feels a bit like touching rotting wood, and the maggots retreat deeper into the flesh when Dar tries to brush them. The door opens then, and Skreekish voice says, "Eww, you shouldn't play wi' dat."
Dar's head shoots up and he squints in the darkness. "Who is there?" he slurs a bit, and ends up drooling some too.
A had pats Dar's nose. "Uh, I just a Yodhmaab... intern? I dunno what the lowest order is called. I gotta make some adjustments to you is all. Nothing dat will hurt, I promise!"
"Adjustments sounds bad," Dar comments, squinting.... Gah, it feels weird with contact on that ruined, flayed, nose. It feels all too bizarre, and messes with his sense of smell something bad. As well as being able to echolocate well; sound direction is not right.
"Tsk, Gorphat wouldn't do nuthin' bad," the rat claims. "Now, I gotta go under ya, so.. don't grab me or anythin', alright?"
That sounds even more worrisome! "I can't move much, or grab much," Dar slurs, "You're safe and fine. Go ahead."
The Skreek can't help but brush against the hanging sacs, so Dar knows that his nipples still have sensation. She crawls back to his altered feet, and there are some clunking sounds. "So, please lift up your left foot fer me," she requests.
The clunking sounds ... makes his ears twitch. He leans forward a bit, and to the right to take weight off his back left foot, then he lifts it up slowly. He also lowers his head down as far as he can and tries to look down and back to see what is doing one, and using one of his free regular arms to try and push those breast flaps aside.
This gives him a blurry view of a the rat's behind. She takes the foot and squeezes the toes together before putting them into.. a shoe? It's uncomfortable, and probably made of wood. Only the toe that's becoming a dewclaw is left out, and there is a securing strap that goes through the closest tube-channel. His toes aren't being crushed, but it's like the opening into the shoe is itself a tube and the toes are forced to overlap to fit.
"That ... hurts," Dar hisses at the blurry rat butt. "What are you putting on my foot?" He tries to pull his left foot away from the rat too.
"It's a shoe.. or a hoof, I guess?" the Skreek replies. "It's got black lacquer on it, so really shiny."
Dar sighs out, holding his foot up a bit longer before he lowers it back to let the rat continue her work on fitting his 'shoe'.
A pat comes on his other shin next, letting him know it's time to lift it up for the next fitting.
Dar doesn't do that until the left 'foot' goes down and he finds it's most stable position to 'stand' before he lifts his right foot next. "Who ordered you to do this?" Dar inquires.
While cramming Dar's toes into the new 'hoof', the Skreek pauses. "Who.. ordered me? Uhm, it was.. hmm. It was someone, I'm sure.." she replies, sounding uncertain.
Which means it was probably a subconscious push from Gorphat to do this. He grimaces a bit, since it hurts to have his toes stuffed in, but he lets the skreek do her 'job'.
Amelia once she's finished, it definitely hurts to put his weight on his back feet, despite the Skreek's promise that it wouldn't.
Dar winces as his weight returns to his back feet. It aches, and feels unsteady. He can't grab the surface with his toes anymore. To take some of the weight off his feet, he finds himself leaning more forward and down to put more weight on his wings instead. "It does hurt," he mutters to the Yodhmabb. "Is ... that all you had to do?" he asks hopefully.
"Nooo, this next part shouldn't hurt though!" the rat says, turning around under Dar. "I just need to figger it out.. I guess I do dis bit first." She grabs onto one of Dar's deflated breasts, and there's the sound of something being slid into the tube. And then through to the one on the next breast, linking them together.
That makes Dar sort of bark is surprise! No, it doesn't hurt at all, but it sure feels weird. Soon he's back to trying to look down and under at what is being done.
Dar can make out a solid bar connecting the two hanging sacs now, one that extends out past them on both sides. The rat is trying to stand up between the wall and the transformed Eeee now. "Let's see.. I gotta pin yer arms.. gotta pick a hole though," she says, and reaches for Dar's arm.
"Pin my arms? Why?" Dar asks and pulls his arm back away from the rat defensively! He also stagger-stumbles back a bit. Not that he can go far, or fast, or has much range of movement in those arms!
"Why? I dunno!" the rat claims. "I got all these pieces, and.. your arms gotta be connected to yer boobs. Maybe for support?" she suggests.
That makes a bizarre sort of sense. Dar squints, then slowly extends and offers his arms to the rat, in spite of knowing better. Realistically annoying the Goddess is even a worse idea!
The rat tries the hole in the hand itself first, which would make the hand sort of holding the breast, with the arms in a semi-awkward position. "How's dat?" she asks.
"Really awkward," Dar has to admit, his arms are back and pressed up a bit into his wing membranes in this position, after all. "Mebbe the forearms?"
So the next hole is used, freeing the hands up even if they can't really be used for much. "Look kinda weird," the Skreek claims. "But gotta be a reason for extra holes."
"More comfortable, at least. Not sure the bicep holes can reach," Dar admits, bit lets the rat try if she wants to. "Though mebbe a support from the bicep to the bar, to reduce some of the weight, if the bicep hole doesn't work?" Now he's even thinking on it.
The Skreek rummages around in her bag of bits. "I got stuff that might do that," she says. "Kinda like.. a sling, but.. uh.. with de stuff I got here.." She pulls out another short bar that has a flat disk on one end.
"Hmm, may not need dis, can just go through direct," she mutters.
"Why do you have so much stuff?" Dar has to ask, ears flicking a bit.
"It just come wi' the sack," the Skreek claims. She pulls out a length of cord, and says, "So, kin loop dis through both holes and tie it taut."
Dar sighs a bit, but holds still for her to try to do that if she wants!
This involves taking the arm off of the bar, and loops through the cord before putting the forearm back into place. Then the cord goes through the bicep hole. "Aargh, not enough cord for both sides," she realizes after playing with it a bit. "Hold on.. will use the other bits," she says, and pulls the cord out, which makes a weird sound. Then she pulls out the original piece and puts that through the bicep, so some bar is exposed on the outside by the disk on the other end keeps it more or less in place. Then there's more rummaging before a different piece is screwed onto the exposed bar, while the Skreek begins to whistle to herself.
The same sort of piece is screwed onto the end of the main bar going through the forearm. It looks a bit like a 'T' in shape.
"It worries me you would have this random bag of stuff," Dar admits as he lets the rat fiddle. It's also helping him forget about his feet hurting, or his back itching, or his neck aching, or ... Still, now it's more trying to figure out what she's making!
With the odd end-caps in place, another bar is produced the slots through the cross-tube on the T-caps. The top is capped with a wooden nut, and another is added to the bottom and screwed upwards to take up any 'slack' in the arrangement. Instead of a sling, it's a brace.
It also hurts Dar's bicep.
"That ... actually feels better in some ways and worse in others," Dar admits, as it's using the bicep joint to help hold the arm weight instead of his breasts. Really limits are usage, though. "Not sure what else to try."
"Well.. got the parts, may as well use 'em all up!" the Skreek says, and maneuvers around to the other side of Dar to connect up and brace the arm there. "This should keep you from scratchin' those nasty-lookin' patches you got."
"But what iffin I need to scratch 'em to get the junk off?" Dar inquires as he squirms a bit, testing to see how much range of movement he has. Which is ... very little.
"Should fall off 'ventually, and you got... walls," the Skreek suggests. "I'd scratch fer ye, but I don't wanna catch the mange." She's looking through her sack again.
"Shouldn't you be tryin' to catch Gorphat's gifts?" Dar inquires. He cranes his head, trying to see what else in in that sack of horrors.
"Dat's fer Gorphat to decide," the girl says. "And I'm a follower of Maab, so.. dif'rent situation." She finally produces.. a feather? It might be from a Rakh'tor, given the size. the quill tip looks like it's been shaved to a very sharp point.
"Erm, what is dat for?" Dar has to ask, worriedly. It looks like a needle to him! He tries to move away, clumsily, again, and doesn't get very far!
"Hold still!" the Skreek says as Dar begins to shift. "I just gotta poke you in a few places is all," she says, trying to sound reassuring.
"Easy for you to say!" Dar whines, squirms. He does try to be soemwhat still, but! He glares mightily at the Yodhmabb.
The rat ducks down, and starts stabbing Dar's breast sacs with the pointy end. It hurts, but it isn't clear if the tip is actually breaking the skin or not.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow," Dar complains. "Why are ya pokin' my boobs?" Well, sort of boobs. floppy sacks right now.
"To.. cause somethin' to happen," the Skreek claims boldly but uncertainly. It's something of a skill that few can master. Then she starts stabbing the skin hanging from Dar's throat.
That makes Dar cough! And twitch. That feels weird as dagh. "What supposed t' happen?" he asks.
"Uhhhh.. somefing.. like.. um..." the Skreek rambles, until something does start to happen. The various sacs begin to swell up. "Oh, it's a goiter. My dad had a few o' those."
"Gack!" goes Dar and flails a bit with his bound arms. He tries to reach up to feel his neck now!
That is literally a stretch. He might be able to lower things within reach, but even that is becoming more difficult as the goiter makes bending his head down very, very difficult.
Dar tries though! This is worrying! He's not going to be able to look down? "Is this temporary from the poking?!" he asks in panic as he's trying to feel his neck with those braced hands.
"How should I know?" the rat retorts. The goiter is getting heavy, while at the same time keeping Dar's neck from drooping. It's actually doing the opposite, and starting to force his neck to arch upwards.
Guh! The increasing weight causes him to lean forward more, and even though he struggles to look down, his head arches back slowly more and more. Given how he's standing on all fours, he'll soon be looking straight ahead, which will mean his neck will be bent back a lot. "Yer supposed to know!" he says, "Why did pokin' cause this?"
"Mebbe it's a blessed feather?" the rat suggests. At least Dar can get a look at his back now. The 'spines' have grown quite a bit, and his skin is crawling up to cover them. There's even some wing-vane starting to grow between them now.
"Dagh is goin' on wit' my back?" Dar asks, wide-eyed as he looks at his back and those spines, and slow skin crawl. He may have started as an Eeee, but he's very much not looking much like one anymore. He stumbles around a bit, and tries to turn his head move it, and see how much he can look around now. Including repeated attempts to look down.
Looking down is getting harder and harder as the goiter expands. Aside from the weird spines, his back is covered in irritated patches of skin, most of which are bare and inflamed or crusted over. Moving his neck too much is making the goiter worse somehow. His 'breasts' are also irritated and filling up with something. It's slower than with the goiter though.
"What's goin on with my breasts," Dar asks the Yodhmabb, "I can't see them!" He tries to move his braced arms to feel at them, with hands if he can cross over, or arms if not.
The way the arms are braced makes it impossible to actually touch his breasts with his hands anymore. He can rock them forward and back though.
So Dar does try to rock his breasts to get a feel for them, how large, how much weight. "What're they filling with?" Dar demands to know.
"What do you want them to be fillin' up with?" the Skreek says, and flips the feather around so that the feather part is out front.
"I have no idea!" Dar admits as he continues trying to sway them and get an idea of what is going on down there. Just how heavy are they getting?
They aren't sloshing, and the weight change so far is minimal compared to the goiter. Maybe they're turning into goiters as well! The Skreek gets on her hands and knees again. "Now.. don't wiggle or nuthin' while I do dis," she asks, before she starts using the feather to stroke Dar's mangled manhood.
Dar has to stop trying to sway things while she's down there and stroking things with that feather. His expression is ... odd. "That feels kind of nice, actually," he admits in surprise. He didn't think that part of him can could even feel anything 'nice' anymore. It usually just hurt all the time. He even sorts of trills, enjoying it.
The rat keeps up the feather stroking. It's hard to say if Dar can get aroused anymore, the way things are plugged and frozen. But the pleasurable sensations do keep building up. Hopefully to something and not just going on indefinitely!
And the trilling sort of continues too, including some occasionally sort of hip-rolls, which makes other things sway; which feels, well, odd. He's even let his eyes close as he focuses on the nice feeling. First he's had in a while.
Thankfully, there is a release. It dribbles out of Gorphat's Mouth though, since.. there really isn't anyplace else for it to go and there's a tear into the prostate from there. The Skreek doesn't stop with the feather though, so it all just starts to build up again.
Dar whines, tenses, and jerks when the release comes ... and he feels dampness going out the wrong end! But at least he did release! He wasn't sure he was even capable of such things anymore. And after a bit, his hips are twitching again due to the new build. He's wondering why she's doing that, though? Testing how damaged he is? More work needed since he can still feel enjoyment there? Or is it just ... a treat?
Things keep building and building again.. but there's nothing there for the release, so it's just an empty convulsion. And that's.. painful. But the feather is still going!
That makes for a more pained whine! "What are you doing?" Dar finally gasps, hips still going though, "I'm empty down there!"
"Not sure that matters," the Yodhmaab claims, and keeps going. The sensitivity has increased with each moment, meaning release events happen quicker and quicker.. but they hurt each time!
"Owwww," Dar whines! He tries to stop moving his hips, but the stimulation keeps him going out of instinct and drive. "Hurts!"
"Tell me when it always hurts," the Skreek says, as the convulsions come faster and faster. It almost feels like the feather is made of electrified fire.
"Why would you want that?" Dar whines, what remains of his teeth gritted, and his tongue hanging out. It's a dozen more convulsions that hit before it's just pure pain. "Huuuuuurts!" he squeals in agony.
"Alright, I think that's the point," the Skreek says, and backs up so she can stand up again.
Dar is glad it stops touching him and pants, hips still twitching. His eyes do slowly open as he tries to see if the pain lessens any down there at all as time passes.
It also gives his a chance to check on his chest weight, and head movement, if he can manage it at all.
There's a throbbing ache down below. His breasts are still slowly swelling or filling, and looking down is not really an option now. The goiter is exerting too much pressure, so looking down could mean asphyxiating as well. The Skreek puts the feather away after thinking better of trying it on herself.
Dar asks, "Could you poke my balls down there with the point to see if it helps with the pain?" Then there's this horrified pause. Why would he even ask that? Or think that? Is Gorphat nudging him to ask for tortures? He's turning his head now to try and get a look at his chest ... and wishes he had a mirror. He can't see anything below himself now. And below being anything sort of level with the floor.
"Makes things swell up," the Skreek notes, but pulls the feather back out. "You sure?"
"Just a couple times, might give me enough other fluids to make the ache lessen," Dar reasons out. Completely stupidly, and probably an influence to torture himself.
The Skreek gets back on her hands and knees. "If you say so!" she says, and pokes.. through the torn section of the scrotum to the exposed testicles. A few pokes there are quite enough!
"Ow!" Dar barks! He did not expect her to poke up through the hole directly on the contents!
The swelling happens much faster. And the fluid buildup causes a trickle through the prostate and out the only available exit. It burns along the way though!
It does, however, distract from the ache in the same area.
All that really does is move the discomfort focus! It doesn't make it any better. And now he's leaking out his backside goddess-knows-what. "What's leakin' out of me?" he whines at the Yodhmabb, while the hanging weight back there is noticeably more.
"Looks like drops o' water," the Skreek says, backing up and standing again. "I ain't gonna taste it or nothin' to tell you what it is. I wouldn't know anyway!"
"Some help you are," Dar grumbles as he shifts about on all fours like a strange monster. Well, he is a strange monster, really. Hopefully the leaking back there will stop. And the swelling down below goes down! He's now convinced the urge came from Gorphat.
"Well, I think dat's everythin'," the Skreek says, and stretches. "Be sure t' say your prayers and all."
Dar kind of wants to bite her! "Are you plannin' to come back, or is this just a one time visit?" the deformed Eeee inquires, his poor hips still twitching now and then.
"Plannin'? This just sorta happened," the girl says. "Oh.. do you have a name?" she asks.
"I did. Name was Dar. You're the only person who asked," Dar admits.
"Dat's a funny name," the girl claims. "I'm Crustina," she says proudly.
"That's silly too," Dar claims as he peers at her. "Anything I can do for you? Or will ya let me out?"
"Can you do magical blessings or anything like dat?" Crustina asks.
"I don't think so? I can't do much of anything. I'm a prisoner," Dar claims, grumpily.
"Oh, well.. I guess you can't really do anything for me den?" the Skreek asks.
"Can lick you. Probably about it," Dar admits. "Sorry."
"Let me see yer tongue then," the Skreek asks.
Dar sticks out his tongue.
The Skreek inspects it, holding it in her hand. "Looks alright.. better test it," she says, then opens her robe to bare her breasts, which are at about the right height to Dar's new posture. "My Horrib makes me milky," she says.
Well, something to drink! That will be a first. He lumbers up closer to the skreek, then pressed his deformed muzzle against that breast, trying to capture the nipple, and then lick-nurse upon it if he can manage it. Her lips are still mostly normal at least!
It's feels weird at first, but that could just be the consistency of Skreek milk.. assuming it really is milk and not some other strange Horrib-related fluid. It's creamy at least, and Dar hasn't lost his sense of taste yet.
Dar has no idea what injected horrib hormones might be doing to the skreek, outside of tricking her body in thinking it's pregnant. He nurses for a while on that breast, enjoying the taste of it and the act. Then at some point he switches to tend to the other one so they don't get too ... lopsided.
Crustina is silent throughout the process. Showing that she enjoys something could be forbidden or something. She does eventually say, "That feels better," however.
Dar eventually removes his mouth and licks each one clean before ambling backwards. "I am glad one of us feels better," says the mutant Eeee who's feet hurt awfully, and so does his groin again. Along with the leakage out of what's left of his backside.
Closing up her robe, Crustina picks up her sack and says, "Sorry I can't let you out. I think you'll be let out eventually though. Gotta be some reason for all o' dis."
Other than Gorphat asserting her control as a 'reminder' due to his dalliances with Inala? Maybe. "We'll see. How many people even know of me in here?" Dar asks.
"I don't even remember how I got here," Crustina says. "So.. I don't know if I'll remember any of this once I get back out again. I never heard of you being here."
"Right. Well, I guess you should be going then," Dar murmurs as he draws back even more. "It was nice having some company."
Crustina gives Dar a little peck of a kiss on his forehead. "Rise to the challenge," she says, which is probably an actual aphorism for either the Yodhgorphat or Yodhmaab. Then she's out the door, which closes and is secured with a bar from the other side.
Dar sighs out, aching in all 'new' ways. And even though he knows he probably can't, he verifies he can't stand at all. Those weird 'shoes' and the neck, and the forward swelling chest weight? He can't even try to get on those legs, he barely gets a few inches up before he falls forward again with a pained grunt. "They're making me into a freakish animal," the Eeee says to the dark room. He 'paces' around a bit, before he tries to settle/lie down forward a bit and get some rest ... if the aches in his body will allow it.