Alptraum once more finds himself on his back, looking up at the mesmerizing display of shifting colors. But it's almost never a good sign when he finds himself here, especially when he's naked, like now. There's an ominous p echoing rumble coming from the entry tunnel as well.
Alptraum doesn't even know why he's here. But he's learned to not lay around. He sits upright fast and attempts to get off the dais before whatever is making that noise reaches the chamber. Also looks for a place to hide.
The cavern is pretty bare in terms of hiding places. The highest thing is the dais itself, and there's only one entrance. It might be possible to fly up and grab onto the chandelier structure though.
Alptraum does just that! Why have wings if they're not used, after all!
Sifran crystal does not have angles, it's all smooth and 'melted' which makes for poor handholds. Alptraum has to plaster himself against it to try and hold on by spreading his arms and legs and even wings to maximize contact. It also makes him feel.. blurry - as in his senses are blurry.
Alptraum tries to hang on! If no one notices...
The rumble resolves itself into a stampede. A stampede of half a dozen Lapi does from Helse's harem. "Where is he?" one of them squeaks, then they all fan out to search. "He can use shadow magic to hide," one reminds. "Look for spots that are hard to look at!"
Alptraum acks, the bunnies. What do the bunnies want? And with a guy of all things! He tries to remain up high and hidden!
He can smell them. Which is.. problematical. The 'treatment' he had in Babel isn't in effect here! Which means part of him is starting to push him away from the crystal. "We have to get him ready before Helena gets here!" one of the does says in a panic.
One of them resorts to chanting: "Alptraum, Alptraum; We are Lapi; Come on out; We'll make you happy!"
Alptraum almost goes aaauuugh! He tries to hold onto the crystal even as things become a, well, problem! He hands on for as long as he can manage it before it's slipping off, and down, and flailing!
Ooof! There's not enough space to recover and flap hard enough for a light landing. At least he lands on his feet! There's a brief feeling of relief before he's tackled by the bunnies.
Alptraum arghs now! "What are you trying to do, kill me?!" he blurts out, flailing, while he goes down!
At least his head lands back in a soft Lapi lap. Four of the does pin his arms and legs, and one lays across his chest. "Of course not!" the lap-bunny says. "We're here to help!"
Alptraum struggles! "Pinning me down is not what I would call helping!" he squeaks.
"You've got satyriasis," the lap doe claims. "Even now, you're probably fantasizing about pinning us down!" And once she mentioned the notion, Alptraum does start fantasizing about that! "We have a specialist though," left-arm-doe claims.
"I'm only thinking of that because you mentioned it!" Alptraum argues! How is it bunnies are so heavy? He can barely move!
"Here she comes now!" one of the leg does announces. Alptraum can't see over the chest-doe, but moving his head like that makes his ears feel aroused because they brushed the lap-does breasts.
Alptraum knows the one who is arriving is dangerous and scary! Also crazy. And it's a cat, so doubly crazy! Also, the weird sensations on his ears makes him squeak ... oddly. Gotphat is gonna get yelled at, at this rate.
The chest doe moves aside, and Alptraum's prediction is.. half right? Helena is a bunny, but looks like Helse. She's got a calico pattern, and one brown and one gold eye. Her ears are both black though. She's.. a very attractive bunny too. A bit more toned than Honey, but still curvier than typical. She licks her lips when she meets Alptraum's eyes. "Hey there," she says, a bit huskily for a Lapi.
Alptraum blinks. Then blinks again. "You're new," he admits, lamely as he stares. "What brings you here?" he asks, "You're not planning to eat me, are you? Or worse?" At least he's not struggling anymore?
"Oh.. maybe worse," the doe suggests, and then she's straddling and mounting Alptraum, which feels wonderful of course. "I hear you can last through all of my techniques.. which is supposed to help you with some condition or other.."
Alptraum barks in shock, then snorts. Not very dignified, alas. "Techniques? Well, at least you don't have toys with you at least," the bat says, which IS a small mercy given this crazy group.
"Where do you want this chest," an out of breath Jacoba calls from the tunnel entry. "Toys come later," Helena says as she starts to roll and twist her hips. She's got good muscle control. "Now, how do you want to start?" she coos.
Aaaand there's the sign of doom, right there. He really should know better. "Er, I'm not sure what you mean by start in this context," he admits. "I mean ... what is your ... goal?" The question comes with the tone of a condemned man.
"Well.. to make you experience the most intense pleasure a man can achieve," the doe says, leaning forward and sliding her fingers up through the fur on his chest. "Now.. what is your urge right now? I can feel you twitching inside of me. The other girls will help out in whatever way is needed."
"Er, the urge right now is pretty basic. Just bounce you for the moment," Alptraum admits, looking wide-eyed and horrified! HE knows no matter how nice something seems, it always ends, well, badly.
"Well.. let's do that then!" Helena says, and the other does release Alptraum's limbs (but pillow doe stays in place for now).
Alptraum blinks. Something seems wrong here... Still, he does exactly that, and starts to bounce the doe on his lap! He's also struggling to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head!
It feels really good. Maybe too good, too fast.. and then Helena does something with her hips. Is it the angle? The motion? Whatever it is triggers a nerve that runs down Alptraum's shaft, down to his toes and up his back, just before he bursts, and bursts hard!
Alptraum hits vocal ranges that only Eeee can hear when that happens! Also arches the bunny up well over a foot! He actually comes close to even passing out! It's a good minute before he even un-arches.
His condition isn't letting him relax after that. "See, good start," Helena purrs. "Now what do you want?"
"To die," Alptraum whines.
"I want this ... problem and urge to go away!" he adds.
"You just have to let it run its course, and I will help with that," Helena promises. "Now.. hmm.. if you won't choose," she says, then claps her hands. "Girls, form a mattress." The does groan a bit but then lie down next to eachother, heads and feet alternating, to form a fluffy mattress with boobs.
"It doesn't seem like this ever runs out, though!" Alptraum points out. The forming mattress gets his attention, though, and now he's wondering if a boob mattress would actually be comfortable in any way, or just weird.
"So.. me on my back, your choice of boobs?" Helena suggests.
Alptraum tries to get Helena off him first, then pushes her onto her back on top of the bed. Soon he's right back on her, with arms and legs spread, and grabbing all over the bed with both hands and feet. He easily has a different doe in each grip, and it's ridiculous. But then this whole place is ridiculous and his dreams are weird.
It means he'll need to use his back more, but Helena certainly helps by planting her feet and bucking up against him. She's got the nicest boobs of the bunch too, and they bounce!
Alptraum can't grab those, though! Hands and feet are all full and he can't get his mouth down that far. The bouncing helps, though, in this weird and awkward position and his back complains, a lot.
"Don't strain yourself," Helena says while breathing heavy. "You can go slow to save your back," she suggests. "Or relax and let me carry you.." She certainly seems to be strong enough.. compared to the doe who has Helena's feet in her belly and is grunting along with pair of them as well.
Alptraum keeps it up for a bit before his back gives out and he has to let Helena carry him for now. Or he's just being lazy. Either way, he does stop his own movements at this point... And wheezes.
At least he can still squeeze and wheeze at the same time. Helena has a lot of degrees of freedom, despite being under the Eeee. She also deliberately grinds her breasts into his chest while doing very enticing things with her hips.
It also allows him to focus on those movements, and ponder them, and wonder why Mave never taught them. It feels nice and so far isn't making him explode in horrible ways!
Well, there is an explosion, but it's far from horrible. But the doe keeps going, and does the same muscle trick so that he explodes a second time almost immediately.
Which just makes Alptraum make all sorts of strained, pained, noises. He's also wheezing again and soon trying to get off!
He manages to roll off to the side, and the doe lets him! Well, until she's holding his face to her bosom.
Alptraum mph! And flails his arms for a bit. Until he ends up biting on one and nursing instead. Dignified, he is not.
And the doe is lactating! He didn't have to do anything! It's also a lot creamier than usual. Lapi milk is pretty high in protein, even more than blood, and Helena's is richer than most.
That makes Alptraum wonder. Is this doe really a doe and not, say, Inala in disguise? Something seems off here, for certain, and now he's worried about more doom.
While nurses, Alptraum's also being licked down there. From behind and from in front, by two of the mattress does.
Trunk is also being dragged nearby.
And that interrupts what he's doing, and makes him squeak again. What is wrong with these does?!
"What a cute face," Helena says at Alptraum's expression, and kisses him. With tongue. The girls down below are also kissing with tongue. And one is suckling a bit as well.
Alptraum is probably making a rather goofy expression, including one ear splayed out to the side. And twitching! And hoping things calm down, down there!
The sides the mattress are sitting up, and now his ears are being stroked on the outside and licked on the inside. His wings are also being stroked by.. soft bits. "Now.. I suppose I should start to really work you over.." Helena says, and licks Alptraum's nose.
"You already worked me over!" Alptraum squeaks, in horror. If she does any more, she might actually kill him! "Is this really necessary?!"
"You are still aroused," Helena says. "You have not reached the point where arousal is no longer needed." She brushes her fingers over his chest again, and then bites him on the neck. That puts him over the edge, and he hopefully doesn't end up surprising the doe that was suckling.
Alptraum makes a very loud squeak, and is surprised anything else can come out of him! The problem is he's effectively cursed with something that keeps him perpetually aroused! Will it ever run out? Or will he just die first? Dying seems a viable option at this point.
The does go to work again, moving the Eeee around while before he's recovered. Now Helena is on her hands and knees, little heart-shaped rear wiggling as the girls position Alptraum on his knees behind her. "You can pull on my ears if you want," Helena says to Alptraum. One of the other does takes up position in front of Helena, and cups her breasts for Alptraum.. and also bares her neck, if he'd rather go for a bit. The other stand ready.. but some are behind him.
Alptraum doesn't trust them, at all! But, maybe biting will help focus, so he does go for the bite! Which also means he goes forward and into Helena. He also grabs onto those ears like they were handlebars, for balance! Maybe this place is really a sort of hell ant they're all here to just torture him.
Helena makes a happy, if disturbing grunt when Alptraum tugs her ears. The doe that Alptraum bites makes a similar sound, and squeezes her own breasts. The does are probably used to the smell of blood, working for Helse! She tastes like prey. Helena is pumping her hips up and down as soon as Alptraum is in deep enough!
Alptraum only has to pull then and not actually move his hips much! Bonus! So he's letting her do that work while he focuses on the ear tugging and well, getting some blood, even if this isn't at all real; the sensations for now are, so that's something. He's also pretty sure Helse torments them regularly, she's just, well, like that.
He then hears something scary: the chest is being opened up. He can't see it without letting go of the doe he's drinking from though! And before he can even consider that.. he hears it close again.
Alptraum worries someone might have been hiding in that chest! His bite is releasing now so he can try to look back and see just what they're up to!
Two does have the backs turned to Alptraum's backside, as they seem to be puzzling over something. "It's a helmet," one of them Lapi whispers to the other. "And.. a this hose is a snorkel?" the other replies.
Alptraum's expression looks even weirder. "Just what are you two plotting?!" he demands to know.
"Just.. uh.. close your eyes and don't bite your tongue," one of the does says over her shoulder. "Think about.. fish. Eeee like fish, don't they?"
"Don't pay attention to them," Helena says, and bucks her hips hard.
"I don't trust any of you!" Alptraum blurts out worriedly. He turns his head back forward, looking both frustrated and grumpy. Some Eeee might like fish, but a vampire? Not so much! He thumps Helena in front of him too, out of frustration.
So of course once he's turned back to the front, the does behind him insert something into his butt! Not too far though. And then something emerges from the end of it, so it must be a tube! It feels like a bumpy acorn.
This makes Alptraum bark again! "What are you doing?!" he demands to know, and tries to clench out what just invaded!
"We don't know yet," the doe back there admits. Whatever is in there now is moving on its own. And poking and rolling the acorn around as it gets deeper.
"Okay, I demand to know what you are doing!" Alptraum barks, whines, squirms. This feels just wrong. And disturbing. And it's starting to worry him a lot. Especially since things are moving.
"Nothing?" the doe back there claims. Now that bumpy acorn thing is pressing in against Alptraum's prostate, and it's too late to do anything about it. And there's still a tiny bit left in the tank!
Alptraum bucks, arches and almost howls from the sudden and unexpected stimulation! And boy, does he yank those doe's ears!
The stimulation changes, but doesn't stop. It's a literal massage now. With hands. Tiny ones.
Okay, that's beyond freakish. "What is that?!" he squeals out!
"What's it doing?" one of the does asks. "Oh, that's Frieda," Helena says, and squeezes. Frieda is apparently using her knuckles now, which exerts a surprising amount of pressure as she works along the sensitive area.
"What in Dagh's name is Frieda? That shouldn't be possible!" Alptraum squeals, squirms, and seems like he wants to die.
"Don't panic," Helena says. Apparently she can hear or feel his pulse. "Just relax and let her work her magic. Once we've fully numbed the prostate we can move on to the next phase."
"Numbed? Wait, what?" Alptraum asks. This has got to be the most demented dream he has ever had.
"It's just a matter of.. ngggh.. over-stimulation," Helena explains. "Frieda is practically a doctor.."
"You are all crazy. CRAZY!" Alptraum declares, and shudders. Also evil and mean to innocent bats.
"Now.. has she started the acupuncture yet?" Helena asks.
"The WHAT?!" Alptraum blurts out.
Then he feels the little pinpricks. The area sensitive so they stand out, but they don't hurt. They feel like little zaps that.. well.. make him convulse a bit.
Alptraum starts making all sorts of bizarre sounds, twitches, and even more bizarre faces. He must have pissed off every Goddess in Babel for this to be happening to him.
The little 'doctor' does something more bizarre then. Alptraum can hear a single note coming from his backside, and then that is transmitted down one of the needles, which seems to feed right into a nerve. This makes the gland pulse in time with the vibration, which makes it seem like something continuous. This is repeated for each needle, which feels slightly different despite having the same result. It doesn't hurt, despite pumping nothing at this point.
Alptraum is starting to plan horrible revenge for this indignity! What did he do to deserve such bizarre treatment and torment? He is ... frustrated, angry, and kind of freaked out by what is going on. His claws start to dig into those ears.
When the final needle is wiggled, the climax nearly makes Alptraum go temporarily blind. His legs shoots out straight, so that he's being supported just by Helena's back and his grip on her ears. And also the other does holding him steady from the sides.
Alptraum also screams. But it's back into the Eeee range, so even the lapi won't hear it. Eeee in the city might, though! Hopefully not. He's also practically vibrating.
And floating weightless! Well, that's more the does lifting him up off of Helena. He's barely aware of the needles being withdrawn inside, because.. well, because that area is now pretty numb.
Alptraum is whining now, and going rather limp. This was probably all to weaken him so they could tie him down and cut out his heart. That's what cults ultimately do, isn't it? Maybe that crystal hand cult finally caught up with him.
Eventually he's turned over and laid down on his back. But the 'curse' is still going! Too many soft naked girls. And since he can't move at the moment, the ideas of what they can do to him now that he's helpless start to lean into some kinky areas.
"Are you going to kill me now?" Alptraum finally asks when he can actually speak. "If you're not, can I ask you to anyway?" He sounds actually sincere, too.
"Oh no, we haven't beaten the curse yet," Helena says. "If we don't, we're going to tie Helse down to her bed and carry it out here to you. But I have confidence! This should relax you a bit," she notes, before leaning over and pressing a nipple to Alptraum's mouth. This hands area also held up to bunny bosoms on either side. The one in his right hand feels bigger and softer than the left-hand bunny, who is a bit firmer.
Alptraum doesn't look convinced by this. But ... he tries to nurse and squeeze both hands anyway in hope it helps him relax some. He doubts it, but .... he's getting kind of desperate now.
It does help his heart rate go down at least, if now his arousal. There's more activity with the chest, and the clink of glass. Liquid is being poured into something.
Something begins to brush his tip. It feels like an actual paintbrush, using Rhian hair.
Alptraum is getting worried again. And the brush makes him twitch! Hopefully it's not acid or somesuch. He can't actually look and see, alas.
He can smell something now. It smells a bit of cinnamon and other spices. It doesn't trigger any sort of hunger of course, since he's not used to spices, although he's enjoyed them the few times he's had spiced blood. There might also be some honey. "Now, we need you to keep very still," Helena requests, as a doe grabs hold of his handle to keep it steady.
"Easy for you to say! You don't have weirdoes doing terrible things to your bits," Alptraum squeaks, ears spread and his body a bit poofed out. Nothing good can come of this, he knows where these people 'work'!
"Neither do you," Helena claims, just before Alptraum feels a single drop of liquid land on his tip. Right on the eye in fact, which is very sensitive at the moment. It tingles. Not in a good or bad way, it just seems to increase the sensitivity. Then brush comes back, wet now, and starts to 'paint' in a spiral outwards from that initial drop.
"What do you call this?" Alptraum squeals out! His eyes go even wider when weird tingles start, and even moreso when things are slowly being painted on! He's also suddenly having flashbacks to Dar and the feather, and this is not a good association. "What is that?! he demands.
"Just some spiced honey," Helena explains. "With a teeny bit of brandy added for extra tingle. You really need to stop panicking so much. Do you want the curse lifted or don't you?"
"Of course I do!" Alptraum says, "I'm just not sure this will do it. Nothing has so far and I've gone through a lot."
"Well, what else have you tried?" Helena asks. The brush is going beyond the head now, after being recharged with a fresh dipping. It's making things fell warm and cold at the same time.
"Well, you tried to wear it out," Alptraum points out. "Lots of variations on that approach."
"Well, clearly you should have just come here first, since we are the experts," Helena says. One of the other does pipes up with, "Yeah! We've hardly ever killed anyone with our techniques!"
"See, there is that 'hardly ever' part that's the concern," Alptraum admits warily. At least he is managing to hold still, somehow? Talking probably helps.
"He was old and had a heart condition he didn't warn us about," the proud doe claims. "He had a really big smile though at the end."
"The hard part is nearly over," Helena assures, as the painting gets right down to the fur. Then the does down there start blowing on things, which feels very odd and very stimulating.
"Blurg!" Alptraum says rather intelligently, blinking a whole lot during that. Well, it's certainly a different kind of 'blow', so to speak.
Once he feels like it's vibrating, the girls start in with their tongues! They're going very lightly, but for long distance, going from root to tip but not in sync so that multiple zones are being stimulated at once.
Alptraum isn't sure this is any better than that feather was! It's just as stimulating. It's making him whine. Also drool. Also go cross-eyed and be unable to think.
There's no pressure building, just a gradual ramping up of stimulation. Which may be worse, since there's no relief. "Now that's a look I like to see," Helena says, and presses a breast to Alptraum's mouth. "We don't want you levitating too soon though."
"Levitating?" Alptraum squeaks, before he's suddenly silenced! Of course the immediate reaction is to start nurse-suckling on that offered breast. It's a distraction, at least, from what is going on down below!
It does help calm him a bit.. but his back and hips start to arch a bit. The tingling and other sensations seems to seep downwards, expanding outwards like tree roots.
Alptraum mmph, trying to resist those urges, and failing. They must be trying to drive him crazy, or somesuch. This is somehow worse than injections, at least those aren't constant stimulation!
The sensations just keep building. If he had anything left, it would have gushed out by now. But there isn't any 'pumping' action, those muscles remain calm. Everything is focusing more and more on the shaft, but it doesn't feel like it's stay there with those roots reaching out. Soon they touch on other nerves, and the feeling of over-stimulation begins to spread to his limbs and torso.
This is even more worrisome! Gorphat must have her hand in this; after all she claims Mordercai as hers more or less, given his conditions and proclivities. He should probably be grateful that one isn't here to work on him too! He tries to more and more focus on the nursing and ignore his body!
Once the sensation reaches his throat, the nursing feels like.. well, sex. Pretty much anything would at this point, and he can't really tell what the does are doing down there anymore. Is he glowing? Is it going to explode or something worse?
Why does he feel this will somehow just make things worse? Is he really that paranoid? Of course just because you're paranoid doesn't mean you're wrong either! And now of course he's even thinking about Mordecai, and for some reason even those thoughts arouse him. Argh!
The roots finally reach Alptraum's head, making his lips very sensitive. But that's short lived, because then it's like a lightning bolt hitting his brain, and suddenly he feels like his mind is flowing back down through the roots and bursting out into the air. For a moment Alptraum sees his body below, covered in green aura-flame with a bright white glare in his crotch.. which then bursts! Everything goes white, and Alptraum crashes back down into his body. It still feels like it's on fire, especially in her breasts and Inala's Gate. It takes a moment for the body to remember how to breath.
There's more high-pitched Eeee call during the last moment, and the sudden surge, of, well, everything. A surge outward, then a disturbing surge inward, particularly between the legs. It leaves the bad gasping, heaving, and a weight feeling like it's on their chest. And it's then She realizes there is a weight, it's her own impressive-for-an-Eeee breasts, since she actually has cleavage and such. It also leaves her blinking as it sets in that in that moment, the 'he' becomes a 'she' again. Not that the bat minds, per se; after all these days more time is spent this way than the other. Still, the sudden transform to it is what worries her. "I ... what did you do? I'm a girl," she squeaks!
"Well, we burned out the curse, hopefully," Helena says, as the does move in and start to massage Alptraum's limbs.. and breasts. "Now, there may be some short-term side effects, but nothing too inconvenient.."
"Like what?" Alptraum asks, eyes narrowed and limp-limbed. She's not even trying to move. Granted the chest massage feels nice anyway so she's not about to stop that!
"Well, changing back to a man may require you to come back here for similar treatment," Helena says. "And some of the Gorphat blessing may still flare up now and then while you're female, but you're used to dealing with Inala's blessing so that shouldn't be too much of an issue."
"Well, I don't mind being like this, so part of it isn't a big deal. The flare-ups, though, are a bit worrisome. Not sure what that exactly means" Alptraum admits, though she supposes she can deal with it if it comes to that. Still, there's a bit of worry there, nervousness. Stuck female is how it sounds to her, which means other complications that can no longer be avoided.
"When you want to change back to a male, just come here and we'll.. doe what's necessary," Helena says, smiling. "It may take more effort, since women have a much higher pleasure tolerance then men, but we've got Jacoba."
"And Mordecai," Alptraum adds, then feels in insides of her ears get very warm. That one is almost like making out with a male Gorphat given how he looks, and still... She shakes her head. "I really need to get Inala and Gorphat to stop warring over me and I think I would settle back to normal," she mutters.
"I suppose you could ask them," Helena suggests. "I've never negotiated with a goddess though, so don't know what I'm talking about. And you've had a lot of goddesses bless you, I'm told."
"I may have to, they both know I am dedicated to them. This fight is getting silly," Alptraum mutters, then sighs out. Gorphat is probably more upset she's not spent much time in the temple as Her priestess, which may be part of it.
While musing on things, Alptraum suddenly feels a tongue licking her down there. Is the honey-brandy-cinnamon stuff inside of her now?
Alptraum squeaks! Hips arch a bit and she spreads her legs too. Eventually, she actually looks down to see who it is.
Now that she can move a bit, she spies the larger head of Jacoba 'cleaning her up' down there. She's still very sensitive. The does are mainly focused on her limbs and breasts still.
"Making sure I'm all woman?" Alptraum teases Jacoba as the buck licks. That, she admits, always tends to feel really nice; so right now she's not upset at all at her predicament.
"Just making sure you're all cleaned up," the buck lifts his head to say, but instead of going back down he starts moving forward. The breast massaging does have to back off so that Jacoba can start to suckle.
The bat mmfs at that, and it of course feels nice. Her head also tilts as she waits to see if, well, she starts producing milk ... to see if Inala's 'gifts' are back at work.
Given how overly-sensitive her breasts and nipples are it's no surprise when she starts to lactate. The surprise is in how good it feels, as if each suck on the nipple were a tiny climax.
And Alptraum makes some adorably cute and breathy moans as the bunny nurses, too. Mmf, it feels so nice, again maybe being stuck this way for now isn't so bad!
One of the does goes for the unattended breath once Alptraum starts making those noises. This one soon syncs up with Jacoba so they're suckling at the same time.
Helena, meanwhile, strokes the bat's ears while her lap serves as a pillow for the Eeee.
And this elicits even more moaning. Hips start to arch and roll too at the empty space between her legs. Right now, everything feels just lovely.
Jacoba soon gets the hint, and lets go of Alptraum's breast to fill the empty space. It's a shock when he slides in, maybe because the honey causes some unusual friction. That's just asking for a yeast infection, and knowing Alptraum, she'll end up brewing beer down there!
That causes a gasp out and an arch. "One of you should ask Mordecai to visit me too," she moans out to the does as her hips start pushing up against the buck. Soon her hits are rolling along witht he lap as she delights in the sensations of being, well filled.
One of the does gets up and runs off, apparently to do just what Alptraum requested. Jacoba gets up to speed in the meantime, which is makes it hard to form clear thoughts.
And are clear thoughts really necessary right now? She's actually enjoying the experience versus being so over-stimulated it wasn't enjoyable! She's also using every clench and roll technique Mave taught her on the bunny.
There's a plaintive cooing sigh when the buck peaks. It feels just lovely, a bloom of warmth and sensation inside. And then she's empty and she whines a bit, looking up. That whine catches when she spots the other Eeee. Ugly by all Eeee standards, bald, albino, and covered in perverse imagery. So why is it she suddenly wants him severely.
Mordecai's dragon-tattooed phallus clearly wants Alptraum too, and is soon plunging into her cave. The vampire is being a bit rough, and bites into her neck soon after he gets going.
Alptraum's head goes back, jaws slack and she moans out. She's soon clenching on him tight, feeling his implants meshing with hers; rough movement ad rough inside. Superb at shutting off the mind and letting her sort of mindlessly rut him. It's scary how the mental state is a bit like Gorphat's doe, but maybe that's due to blessing 'bleed'.
If the way to turn back to a male is to endure this until something breaks, it may not be so bad. It's unlikely to happen this time though, since it's just the two men and some.. seasonings. But the two of them buck about enough to through off the does that were still massaging Alptraum's arms and legs.
Alptraum wraps arms and legs around Mordecai and really grinds and goes at him. Clenching, pulling, and all techniques one in lay, even the training she did to make herself feel like she can 'suckle' down there.
The stickiness helps, although the honey is slowly being washed out, and the brandy has been absorbed by now as well. Will she still smell like cinnamon though? Now that Mordecai is a bit more restrained by Alptraum, he focuses on deeper, forward thrusts.. and bites the other side of Alptraum's neck.
Alptraum, in her mental state, would oddly prefer to smell like a hyper fertile Eeee than cinnamon, if she could even think that hard about it. The bites push her onward, and even cause her to peak and clench several times.
Mordecai soon follows, and moves from biting to kissing, which also gives Alptraum's neck time to heal up from the bites. She hasn't lost enough blood to make her dizzy.. but she's dizzy from everything else. "My little Yodhsunala," Mordecai calls her endearingly.
Alptraum returns that kiss, deeply, too, and holds it for a while. "Just so," she agrees after she can speak again, and shivers. "I needed that. You. And I promise to clean you with my tongue before you go."
"Should I worry that you might bite me while doing that?" the albino asks. "The does bite sometimes."
"Hortense makes us do that," one of the does claims.
"Only if you ask me to bite, otherwise only lips and tongue will touch," Alptraum murmurs to the hideous Eeee and nuzzles.
"Well.. nibbling is fine," Mordecai says. "Your fur is so nice and warm, I could sleep on you."
"After you're clean," Alptraum purrs, and rolls him over so she's on top. Then she's sliding off of him, and once more feels the sort of ache of being, well, empty. The distraction comes when she slides down. And true to her word, she starts licking the dragon. Long, slow, coiling passes over her tongue to clear away both of their taste. Her lips draw in and then, well, the dragon goes into her maw for slow, nursing cleaning and slight nibbles.
The dragon is quick to rear its mighty head once this starts, and Mordecai grabs some of the does to use as pillows. The honey-cinnamon has stuck to him, so that's what Alptraum mostly tastes aside from the usual juices.
Alptraum isn't about to stop until she slays the dragon so to speak, and gets him to soften. More of Mave's lessons come to the fore as she works over him entirely with her mouth. It's different than all the toys Mave made her practice with on slow nights in the nest, but oddly different in pleasant ways at least. She'll be mortified later, probably, but for the moment, she's quite happy doing that she's doing.
Mordecai's breathing becomes shallower and faster as the dragon prepares to roar, so Alptraum has plenty of warning beforehand at least when it finally happens.
Alptraum's used to liquids, and salty ones as blood tends to be. So when the dragon does declare defeat, Alptraum manages to keep her mouth where it is, and ensure when she pulls off with a pop, everything is clean. It's then she finally flops down onto him and snuggles up so they can both now rest.
"Do we have to stay here?" one of the pillow bunnies asks. "Yes," Mordecai answers, before Alptraum starts to doze.
Alptraum snorts and mutters, "Serves you right."
"You're drooling on my shoulder," Tulani complains as she nudges Alptraum awake and shifts over more on the pile of pillows. She probably hasn't noticed Alptraum's gender change though.
Alptraum yawns widely and pushes herself upright, then looks down and blinks. Okay, so it was a bit more than a dream. Which is ... disturbing. She'll have to try and go male later to see if she can. But for now, she's not too upset, and is at least not horribly distracted! "You drool too," she mutters.
"My drool is cuter.." Tulani mutters, half asleep. Alptraum feels.. still tingly, and her fur is very matted, as if she was sweating hard.
"Going to get cleaned up. You can just keep snoozing," Alptraum mutters as she extracts herself, then lazily heads to the bath chamber.
There's plenty of cold water in the cistern, but the coals are still warm in the heater. A bit of air from the billows should get them going again.
Alptraum works on the billows to get the coals to warm back up. "Wonder if I'm actually stuck like this," she thinks, though dpesn't feel too worried about it.
At least she's not feeling randy at the moment, just.. ready. Which is normal.. up until she feels a twinge in her gut.
Alptraum looks down and feels around her gut. What was that? One ear flicks and splays to the side.
Feeling around triggers a cramp. She hasn't escaped Gorphat completely unscathed apparently, as the other curse associated with Gorphat rears its ugly head. The same one women of most species suffer through.
"Great," Alptraum winces, and feels lower .. and gets blood-tinged fingers. She's actually having a cycle. It figures. So, she pauses in coal work to see if she can just turn back to a man instead. May as well see if the weird dream was correct or not!
Even using a full cocoon, there's resistance. It is because of the cycle, or actually like Helena said it would be? What she gets is.. a very masculine female.
Which ... just makes her sigh, and then revert back to female Alptraum instead of a masculine female. She may as well get her bath, at least! Then find the sanitary supplies.
The bath water is warm enough, and there are of course the various vials of scented oils and the soap that makes bubbles. Mave did not teach her the prayer to handle the bleeding, but there are plenty of supplies.
Alptraum finally does get the bath heated up and slides herself into it. Warmth helps nicely with the cramping for a bit, and it feels good to wash out what feels a bit like she was sweating while sleeping. She stays in for a bit, too, sort of enjoying it and being a woman again (except for the cramps!). But as with all things, she has to ease herself out, and work on drying herself off. She also uses some of the general cleaning supplies for women to flush herself out a bit. Not that it'll help long term, but an hour without oozing blood would help. Especially if she goes to Gorphat's temple, she won't be able to wear any supplies there to keep the ooze down.
The next question to answer is whether to get dressed or not, and if so what to wear. She shouldn't look too much like a visiting Yodhsunala, lest it frighten the patients. Or maybe she should.
In the end Alptraum picks some modest clothing, just a skirt and a shirt, no underwear, and ties a bandana around the hair to keep questions down to a minimum. Plus, she intends to go into the Temple proper, and might end up in the High Priestess room (or not, all depends). So looking relatively unobtrusive seems best. And with her condition, no reason to ruin any undergarments.
Flying with cramps is, of course, uncomfortable. But all of that muscle control helps to keep things in at least, with a bit of effort. The Temple of Gorphat is busy, as the new Yodh acolytes are engaged in some sort of exercise. They're easy to spot, due to their Horrib escorts, but it's still odd to see Skreeks as well as Eees. But the commotion makes it easier for her slip past into the older part of the temple.
Alptraum enters the temple with a bit of worry. This place is dangerous. Especially to this specific Eeee. Gorphat has her hooks in her, and in many ways she does actually adore the Goddess, in spite of everything done. She does approach the altar slowly, though, and as she walks she removed her clothing. It seems more appropriate to make offerings while naked (and it keeps them from getting too messy). So they end up folded and set in the cleanest spot she can find. She also collects an offering bowel before she climbs upon the altar itself, and kneels there. Legs spread wide enough to be uncomfortable over that bowl. A hand even goes down to part the 'gate'. And then she relaxes any muscles as best she can. "I give unto Mother Gorphat an offering of blood and emissions tied to her contrasting gift to the blessings of being a woman," she murmurs, actually reverently, and holds there to allow herself to 'drain' as much as she can at the moment while spread and relaxed as best she can.
Once the offering is complete, she feels a presence. "So many people now, so many followers.. and this space still seems neglected," Gorphat says from somewhere behind Alptraum. "That blank wall, it taunts me. Gephesa had a glorious stained glass portrait there once. But I have blank plaster. Something should be there, don't you think? Some hint of my glory to inspire the petitioners and the devout alike."
"I don't disagree, Mother Gorphat," Alptraum says and she does look back a little. "Are you wanting something fearsome, or something of you, beautiful? I know much of your blessings are terrifying to those who are new, so ... keeping away from those may be best. Even if they are glorious and anyone that endures them should feel honored. I often miss being your Priestess, for example, and the honor I feel when I bear all that you have inflicted upon her."
"Beauty," Gorphat suggests. "My sense of beauty is lost on all but a few," she notes, and Alptraum feels clammy fingers brush her cheeks from behind, and feels Gorphat's humid breath on her neck. Breath that is almost fetid, the air of decay and despair. "What would display that, do you think? A portrait of my lovely High Priestess?"
Alptraum leans back to try and press herself to Gorphat's front, even though she knows she shouldn't. Nor does she push away the touch, as the ache of losing it now that she has it would be too much. "Perhaps you, surrounded by a few of your chosen all in different ... states to show you welcome and accept all equally and lovingly," she suggests. "This is about Your glory, not that of your High Priestess."
"Well said," Gorphat gurgles, her damp fur oiling Alptraum's wings. "How to depict me though, that is a conundrum. Am I still the Goddess of Affliction, or have I changed? No longer Gephesa, certainly. But I remember what it was like to be truly beautiful. And sometimes I long for those days, even if I was a slave. What artist could capture my current self though?"
"That is a good question, I do not know. I think you should be depicted perhaps as Gephesa as a base, but one that has lived and bears scars and patches proudly. That you overcame and thrived," Alptraum suggests, sighing and licking Gorphat's touch more than she should. "I don't actually know many artists in paint or carving but I can ask around."
"The other Temples must have artists to maintain the frescos and the portraits," Gorphat assumes. "I'm sure the Temple of Sunala does. My Yodh worked in mediums that did not last long." Her fingers trail down to Alptraum neck, then shoulders. "As for me.. you are my greatest canvas. One which all of Babel will see and understand my splendor."
Alptraum reaches up to feel where those fingers have touched. "I can ask them, then," Alptraum says, "As for your canvas ... which one? The male you keep in a cell, or as your High Priestess?" she asks, swallowing nervously. "And since I am here, should I become one for a day or two to honor and worship you?"
"My lovely High Priestess," Gorphat answers. Where she's touched, the fur seems a bit loose, and comes away when Alptraum feels the area. "I have missed her, and she is my jewel who outshines those of my Sisters. A day then, but soon... more."
"Shall I retire to her chambers, then?" ALptrauum asks, knowing if fur is starting to loosen, the change is coming, it's just a matter of where she will be when it overtakes her ... and when she gives into it fully.
"You won't be hidden away much longer, my High Priestess," Gorphat promises. Her presence withdraws, but fur keeps falling out in clumps, and Alptraum's guts begin to roil. She's never transformed into Nicora without the shadow cocoon before, so this is going to be.. an experience.
Alptraum stumbles off the altar and tries to quickly make her way to the High Priestess' room. Her hand on her gut as she goes, she can actually feel it swelling and bloating and the pressures deep in her backside as an explosion of worm growth starts deep in her large intestine, fueling the gut distention and the scents that start to leak from her backside. The general smell around her body as she hurries grows worse as well, putrid and dank; fungus-like and decay-heavy as more and more hair sloths off to reveal the clammy-wet-looking green flesh that's emerging.
In the end, she's waddling like a toddler with a full diaper, her breasts swaying and rubbing against one another in an irritating manner (since there were now quite a few of them) and trying to keep her insides inside all while feeling her abdominal muscles going slack.
Where do the flies come from? Are they conjured up, or just always here waiting for her to return? Either way, they are a menace, especially now that she's extra gooey between her legs.
Alptraum just manages it into the room, gasping. The insides of her thighs are slimy, and her legs are spread wide, even though nothing has ... collapsed quite yet. The top of her head itches as all the hair sloths off, then tendril-worms erupt from her scalp and grow out and down like a perverse, squirming mohawk. As her mouth hangs open and gasping, she starts drooling uncontrollably as well, dropping off her lips and running down her chin. She's using the wall to steady herself as her her legs wobble. There's more gut cramping and then a nasty splat behind her when a clump of writing worms escape her backside. And with those spread legs, the flies swam in there, consuming what leans from her as well as likely starting to lay their eggs for the next generation along the skin there.
Nicora never thought things could be somehow be worse, but transforming like that is definitely worse. The cocoon was always clean, with no sense of change happening. This time it really makes her aware of what's been done to her, and what might yet be done to her. But at least she still has arms and legs and wings and her grotesque tail when she reaches her 'bed' of straw and rags.
Then there's the sickening feeling of weight shifting down in her gut as her inner pelvic muscles give out. What follows is the sharp pain of her swollen and bruised looking gate (now very much a 'wound' spreading wide as a fleshy mass slips out and hangs down several inches, dripping with dark goo. Her cervix and a large part of her womb now hangs outside and down. It could almost look well-endowed. But it also means walking involves a lot of painful waddling as it sways. And of course the flies swam it, all over the outside and up in past the cervix to lay eggs in the severe endometriosis she is afflicted with. It's actually the maggots at this point that keep her from going into toxic shock as they consume the toxic flesh for her. She she's sadly dependent on them, even with the severe nuisance and squirming itch they cause as her womb simply becomes a bloated maggot-nest. Appropriate given that's what Magog's womb was before she took on her challenge.
This doesn't interfere with her menstruation at all though, as the exposed layers either slough off or stay put to enrich the maggots. That's all that is falling off at least. She then the ominous echoing sound of a bucket banging against a leg approaching down the hall.
Scourge's neck feels a bit more swollen now too, thicker all the way around. Not quite like Dar's neck is, but it definitely feels wider and more sloped into her shoulders and 'fatty'. It could be a small part of her eventual transition that may come, or she's just not remembering well, but she does look a bit more like she doesn't have a neck per-se, though she can turn and move her head generally okay at the moment. She sits heavily on the bed to take some weight off her wobbly legs.
Otto arrives, and says, "Greetings, High Priestess. Please spread your legs as wide as you can wi'out falling backwards."
"Dependable as ever," Scourge gurgles herself while drooling, aching, and oozing all over. Why is it she came here, again? She leans forward a bit and spreads wings a bit for balance, then shuffles her legs as wide as he can.
The Skreek sets his bucket down, and produces a comb. It looks like a regular hair comb, carved from wood. It has teeth, a handle, and some worn down designs. But right now it's being used to scrape the goo off Scourge's exposed uterine walls into the bucket. Schlep-schlop goes the comb, and it feels weird. But the exposed tissue swells almost immediately with blood, as external menstruation continues.
It also hurts being, well, scraped like that even with the rapid growth. Her teeth grit and she hisses out painfully. "I suppose supplies need to be replenished. It has been a while," she grudgingly concedes, the thickened neck of her ripping a bit as fat within moves and shifts a bit. She guhs and rubs at her neck, now certain this is 'somewhat new'.
"Best scraper I could find," Otto notes apologetically. "Could use the fluid to wash it all off, but dat burns.
"This is fine. It hurts, but such is in Her glory," the High Priestess claims.
Otto scrapes away. Some of the blood is probably from actual scrapes, as the comb isn't meant to be used like this, and the Skreek can't easily tell where the goo ends and Scourge begins. Still, the bucket gradually fills.
"Ugh," mutters the High Priestess. Gods, she /itches/ everywhere, and her skin glistens a bit like an amphibian/frog. And she reeks. Worst smelling female Eeee in town is her, if she can even be considered female anymore! But .. just one day, she can tolerate that. She hopes.
Once the bucket is full, Otto drops the brush into it and stands up. "Be right back," he declares before picking up the bucket shambling back into the corridor.
Scourge watches him go. "He's coming back? Why?" she wonders as she stands back up and wobbles, testing her legs. She can walk, but it's painful with things, well, hanging out. And the fly incursion makes it heavier too with the quantity of them.
While Scourge tests her mobility, Otto fetches a fresh bucket and returns. "Can you get on yer hands and knees?" he asks.
Scourge has to use her wings for balance as she wobbily lowers herself, settling heavily on her knees. Once there it's easy to lean forward onto her hands. This is, at least , relatively comfortable as it spreads weight around.
"Try t' keep your arms straight," Otto says as he places his bucket under Scourge's chest.. and begins to milk her. Which isn't so bad, other than the smell of what comes out.
Scourge can keep her arms straight, and her nose wants to close. What comes out is far too thick to be milk; it's more like a dense slime, and it strings and sticks. And the smell, well ... it's like rot and decay, as well as sickly sweet. Ugh.
Otto makes sure to get every breast too, with the lowest pair barely fitting in his hands as he has to squeeze them hard.
There's more teeth-grinning from the pain of that, though having them drained out makes them feel better for a little bit at least, not nearly as much pressure or weight. Give it an hour or two, though and she'll be right back where she was.
Grinding is probably not a good idea, as one of her molars falls out afterwards.. which Otto picks up and examines. His hands look a bit cramped.
This makes Scourge actually squeak! She feels around in her mouth with her tongue where that tooth was. She was not expecting that and is trying to look at what came out and its condition.
The tooth is missing its roots, which are presumably still in place. It's like the top of a muffin has been removed. It looks mostly yellow but with green where it split off.
"That ... looks bad," Scourge mutters, worried. She starts pushing on her teeth from the inside with her tongue.
Some of them might be loose, but there's only so much pressure that can be applied by a tongue. "Kinda pretty, will shine up nice," Otto claims. "Maybe go on a ring.."
Scourge reaches up and puts her fingers in her mouth to test the ones that might be loose. Probably a bad idea, but.
There's a wobbly molar that might come out with some effort. It's actually the one that was just above the one that came out.
Scourge sighs and wiggles on that tooth a bit, testing how much it hurts and how loose it actually is.
It doesn't hurt, but the more she wiggles it, the more seepage there is around it. Not blood, but something thicker oozing out of the gums.
Scourge gets a bit more worried about that. She tries to get some on a claw so she can sniff it.
It smells like decay, of course, and looks greenish - but her blood looks greenish too.
Scourge reaches back in and tugs on it a bit to see if it would actually come out, so she can see the root, if any.
There's a snap, as the exposed half of the tooth comes off, but not the roots.
Scourge ughs and brings it out to look at where it snapped. What is going on?
The green spot at the center of the tooth sprouts little insect legs that wiggle about, as if the tooth was some new kind of Skut bug.
Scourge shrieks and throws the tooth! "What in Dagh's name was that?!" she barks out in horror ... and almost falls over!
The tooth goes flying into a corner of the room and vanishes. "Oi!" Otto barks. "Was it a parasite?"
The Skreek pokes at the tooth he still has to see if it sprouts legs. "This one ain't ripe yet," he declares.
"I don't know what it is, but that's just ... wrong," Scourge admits. Where would she even get that?
"It a tooth fairy?" Otto suggests.
"Don't be ridiculous," Scourge says, "Those grow from baby teeth, not adult teeth, and they have wings."
"Mebbe it crabs," Otto suggests. "Not de Skreek, but the ones dat hide in things.. uh.. hermit crabs!"
Scourge rubs her face and sighs. "That's ... somehow even worse," she admits. "This makes me question a great many things."
"Like what y' bin eatin'?" Otto asks.
"Among other things. What has transpired since I have been gone?" Scourge inquires.
"Uhhhhhh.. the newbies did triage w' Yodhgorphat Penance," Otto says. "Rumors 'bout a new bargorphat in de works. Crabs got a cold or something, nose running like a sewer."
"Ah, so everything is relatively normal. A new Bargorphat, though? That is slightly concerning. Is it another that deserved torment?" Scourge asks.
"Gorphat knows, but doesn't tell," Otto replies. "We wouldn't question Her will."
"You can, but it likely would not go well," Scourge comments and scratches at herself a bit. "I will likely not be here long, too much to do and it is ... difficult for me to do much. Is there anything that needs my attention?"
"Mmmmm, dere's this thing Crabs found, supposed to use it on you," Otto says. "And.. any more tooth-bugs? D'you need teef?"
"A thing Crabs is supposed to use on me?" Scourge inquires. If she had eyebrows, she'd have arched them. "I suppose he should be summoned here to explain. As for my teeth, I ... hope there aren't any more of those things. I like having teeth. What, are you planning to remove them?"
"No, just.. if any more sprout legs, can you keep 'em for me?" Otto asks.
"I'll be sure to capture any teeth that try to escape," Scourge notes, and looks a bit, well, upset at that.
Otto collects his bucket of goo and heads off down the corridor. The Horribs next door buzz louder as the Skreek passes the lair, but soon the sound of his bucket hitting his shins fades away.
Scourge manages to get back up, somehow, and waddles to the door so she can peer out and over at the horrib lair in case something odd is going on. Well, odder than normal. Walking is difficult, but doable somehow.
It's a bit of a waddle, but peeking in she sees the Horribs fanning the Queen with their wings. The Queen looks.. sparkly.. from all of the shed wing scales.
"Is there something amiss?" Scourge asks, as if the creatures could actually answer her.
"Chicka-dum," the Queen replies, sounding almost feminine.
"That does not help," Scourge admits.
"Dudda-chum," the Queen replies. And the nearest Horrib adds, "Didda-chick" to clarify things.
And Scourge just sighs. She assumes everything must be fine, then, and tries to make her way back to her room.
Walking feels like carrying a sack of water around at times. But she can already the pat-pat-pat of footsteps approaching before she can sit down again.
"Mmm, must be Crabs. The rat, not the other thing," Scorge mutters. Instead of sitting, she turns to look at the door.
An out of breath, skinny Skreek appears at the door, where he has to pause and catch his breath before blowing his nose into a rather nasty looking rag. In his other hand he's carrying a wooden case.
"Crabs?" Scourge inquires. She didn't remember him looking that thin. "If you are unwell, you should seek help in the tents outside." Her eyes also flick to the case.
"I fine enough," Crabs claims. "Just some nasal parasites s'all." Tucking away the rag, he sets the box down and opens it. Inside is a short jar with an actual screw-on top, some gloves and what appears to be a device with a handle ending in two wheels covered in sharp-looking needles.
"That looks unpleasant," Scourge notes as she tilts her head, and one of her ears. "And you don't seem fine. Your nose could fall off if you do not overcome that challenge."
"I gotta sniff up pepper or sim'lar," Crabs says, and sniffs. "Was gonna try Kyootcumber oil. Dey ticks, so can't just pull 'em out." He picks up the wheeled-needle device and says, "Um, I gotta run this on your arms and legs."
Scourge's eyes narrow. "Why?" the Yodhgorphat asks. "That does not look like it would be pleasant at all. What is it?"
"Sub-dermal infector," the rat says, and sets it down to put on th e gloves. "I dip it in the jar and run it over things."
Scourge looks even more suspicious. "Infector of what?" she asks, eyes going to the jar now. "I have enough ... issues."
"I think it's called Leopard's Eye," Crabs says, as he carefully opens the jar, which is full of a waxy looking substance. "Very advanced challenge rating."
"Can I not do that, then? I am already heavily challenged. Why do you even think I should use that?" Scourge inquires.
Crabs blinks. "Err, think? I just.. have to use this on you, High Priestess," he claims and dips the roller-needles into the goo, turning it to get them all coated.
"Why? Who told you to?" Scourge inquires, sounding rather, well, upset.
Now the Skreek looks confused. "Told me.. told me.." he mutters. "I guess.. Gorphat? I don't remember, just know that I gotta do it."
"And you can't refuse?" Scourge asks next.
"Refuse?" the Skreek asks, as he approaches Scourge. "I don't think so."
"I could stop you," Scourge warns...
"P-please don't," Crabs says, as he tries to jab Scourge's right arm with the roller.
Scourge almost does try to stop the rat. She doesn't like how this is going, or her lack of control. But ... somehow she manages to not lash out and ends up, well, letting him anyway. This feels wrong, though!
It feels like little shards of glass. Very little. The wheel runs up Scourge's arm and only leaves a few drops of green-tinted blood behind, and a slight itch.
Which of course she ends up scratching at. "Ow," she complains, in deadpan.
After recharging the roller, Crabs rolls it across Scourge's left arm next.
And that makes for more complains, and more scratching, and soon, glaring. "I reserve the right to deal with you later," Scourge mutters.
Crabs hurries to run the roller over Scourge's legs. "I'm sorry, High Priestess," he says, and hastily packs things away so he can blow his nose again. "Please be merciful. I do my best to serve de temple an Gorphat an Mabb," he pleads.
"And me," Scourge says afterward, glaring down at the rat. "Depending on what happens, you will be sorry," she adds, sounding rather grumpy. "Are you sure you are done? That was ... enough?"
"Just the arms n' legs," Crabs says. "It.. takes time, I think. Does it hurt?"
"It itches," Scourge notes, and scratches a bit more.
"Dat probably a good sign," Crabs claims.
"I doubt it," Scourge claims. "You said that stuff was high challenge."
"Well.. didn't say it was fast though," Crabs admits. "If it don't work.. well, I followed de instructions!"
"So, either way you will be punished," Scourge opines.
The Skreek squeaks at that, eyes going wide. "W-what kinda punishment?" he asks.
"We shall see, won't we? It's only appropriate given I have no idea what you did to me, so why should you know?" Scourge points out.
"Oh.. right.. dat makes sense," the sniffling rat says, and bobs his head. "Can I go now?" he asks.
"Depends. What are you going to do?" Scourge inquires, suspicious. "Off to torture others?"
"Just meself," Crabs claims. "Gotta snort Kyootcumber oil."
"That's a punishment all on its own," Scourge has to admit. She waddles back to her bench to finally sit down painfully.
Crabs takes this as a dismissal, and scurries out with his box. The itching doesn't go away with scratching, which makes it the worst sort of itching.
Which just makes Scourge grumpy. Well, grumpier than usual. For the moment she just sits and scratches, and ponders why she even came here.
She can just change and leave of course if she wants to. Did she really promise Gorphat a full day? The more she scratches, the worse the itch becomes it seems.
She did promise a day. The last thing she wants to do is piss off Gorphat even further. She has enough problems with her and Inala already.
Other than the itching, Nicora notices some boils developing on her breasts.
The thing wasn't used on her breasts, so that are new. She doesn't recall ever having those before, either. She ... pokes at one to see how painful it is.
The boil pops when poked, releasing some slimy substance. Some of them are getting pretty big though.
"Dagh's butthole," Scourge growls a little, as she prods a bit in the popped remains to see if there was anything, well, inside it.
It looks to be pretty deep, but other than slime this one seems normal. The larger ones all look different though.
Frowning, Scourge pokes at one of the larger ones. Why is she developing these deep pockets of yuck?
The boil wobbles but doesn't burst. But it does get bigger and rounder.
Scourge pokes on it more and even eventually tries squeezing it. It hurts, but she's now curious what is going on. This has never happened before.
With the squeezing, the inflating boil pops free, floating upwards and trailing tentacles like a miniature Washuu. It leaves a divot in Scourge's breast that doesn't bleed, but shows exposed tissues.
"Augh!" Scourge blurts out and tips backwards. That was ... she has no idea what that was, or how it got there ... and now she has a gaping wound that probably needs treatment.
Luckily she's been sitting on the edge of her 'bed' in case she falls over. The divot begins to push outwards until it's flush again. It just doesn't look like skin yet, almost like a burn.
Scourge lays there a moment, then pokes at the area that pushed out back flush. Is it ... healing? Is this it? She still doesn't even know what it is!
It feels a bit sensitive, so probably isn't a scar. The little washuu thing floats around the ceiling.
Scourge pokes on another one to see if the same sort of thing ... happens. "What are you?" she asks the thing floating around.
This one sprouts multiple insect legs like the tooth-critter did. They just flail around though, and fluid leaks from where they meet the skin of the boil.
Scourge is now sure she's having a nightmare! She claws at that spot, trying to get whatever that is out.
The skin finally breaks and the.. critter.. escapes. It looks like it's all legs with a very small body. It scuttles up towards Scourge's throat.
Scourge arghs and flails, trying to swat it awaaaaay!
She smacks it away before it can reach her face, sending it flying off into the same corner the tooth-critter was flung to.
Scourge is now wondering if she should mess with any of the others. Eventually, her own curiosity gets the better of her and she fiddles with another one.
The next one to pop is just filled with pus it seems, except that it's very fibrous pus.. that moves on its own.
Scourge ughs and is quickly trying to get that off too. She even shudders. That's ... nasty.
It's pretty cohesive, and sticks to her fingers like a blob of snot. But with some effort it goes flying off.. somewhere. Possible stuck to a wall.
Scourge wipes her hands on the side of her bed soon after. She sighs. What is going on?! She looks at the remaining swells, and picks one to poke at. She'll probably regret that too.
That one bursts immediately, like a fungus spreading spores. Except the spores are dozens of tiny tick-lick bugs she spread out across the breast.
And of course, more flailing and wiping at herself to get those off. Gorphat is torturing her, it has to be at this point.
Or she could just be hallucinating.. except Otto saw the tooth bug.. sort of.
Eventually, Scourge looks to see how many remain to ... pop.
Three left, two on the left and one on the right. The one on the right is pulsating.
Knowing she'll regret it, she goes for the right one to 'finish' that side. Maybe her whole body will explode instead and that will be that.
When poked, the pulsating boil glows, and changes color as it pulsates.
Scourge has no desire to be a nightlight. She squeezes it some to see if it will pop or not...
Eventually it pops, releasing a fat maggoty thing. It looks like an Oghnoigh, only tiny.
Scourge winces and ... picks that thing up between two fingers and tosses it on the floor. "Ugh," she whines, and rests a bit before she moves on to one of the remaining two on the left.
The first one already looks like it has a seam developing on it. A few pokes gets it to split and reveal.. an eye. Or at least it looks like an eye. It has a pupil, and a silvery iris. The pupil doesn't do anything like a real one would, and Scourge certainly can't see through it.
Scourge winces, and tries to see if it can easily come out and isn't too ... attached.
Further poking punctures it, causing the optical jelly to pour out and 'deflate' the little tumor. Now it's an eye bag.
Scourge tries to remove it, because that is beyond disgusting. She's even trying to not gag, and for that ... that says a lot.
It pulls away with a bit of attached tissue, and the spot bleeds a bit.
Scourge flicks it away and proceeds to dry-retch for a bit. It takes her several minutes before she can bear to poke at the last ... thing.
The last one looks darker than the others, and more irregularly textured as well. But it's not moving.
Scourge pokes and pushes on it to see if it will pop or not. Slowly and carefully too.
This one bursts after enough poking, releasing a wet knot of green hair.
Scourge guhs! Even she knows that's a common type of cyst. Carefully, she tries to work that mass out. At least it's not as nasty as the eye was.
It eventually pulls free, along with a clod of flesh which has teeth embedded in it.
Scourge ...sighs. That she just tosses to the side. Parasitic child/thing. That makes her feel, well, bad. In several ways, and most not physical. She thinks it may be time for her to just /leave/.
The bleeding eventually stops where the teratomas were removed. Her body is amazing in what it can produce, apparently.
Or it's mostly just Gorphat messing with her, which is actually starting to get on her nerves a bit. Tolerant of many things, but for some reason right now she's feeling a bit like a line was crossed.
At the moment, there aren't any more boils with surprises inside that Scourge can see (or feel).