Alptraum felt more exhausted than usual after doing a stint as High Priestess Scourge, and collapsed onto the pillow-nest as soon as she made it back to the nest. Tulani wasn't there when she fell asleep, so there wasn't anyone to disturb her from sleeping deeply, without any weird or troubling dreams.
Waking up after many hours, Alptraum felt more refreshed, but when did a wake-up stretch something felt slightly off. Her clothes (which she slept in) didn't fit the same as usual. But she had her wings and all the usual Eeee anatomy, so she hadn't transformed into another species in her sleep at least.
That causes a pause. Also, a yawn, and a moment of just resting and letting herself wake up more. Once she feels a bit more aware, she sits up and tries to figure out why clothing feels off. Too small? Too large? Something else?
Things feel loose, but she feels.. lighter. Not just physically, but mentally, in a sense. This may require checking things out in the big dressing mirror.
Alptraum grumbles as she gets up and goes to look in one of the dressing mirrors to get a better look at the situation.
At first glance, the face looking back at Alptraum is unrecognizable. But the white hair and silver eyes are the same, just the features are.. younger. She looks a bit like Cricket, but not exactly. It's just her female form as a teenager. If she changed her hair color, she probably would be unrecognizable.
Alptraum rubs her face. She has to wonder why she would be younger! That makes no sense at all? What purpose would it serve, outside of attracting weird old perverted Eeee? She also pokes on her chest, grumping a bit at having a less impressive chest, too! But it does make the bars in her nipples look larger. So ... win? Why would that even be considered a thing?
It feels like she shouldn't really care. Those are grown-up concerns, after all. And she's cute! Maybe there isn't a reason, or maybe the shadow did it on its own. The real question is how to have fun with it.
Alptraum stares in the mirror a bit, then tries to shift her white hair to green, just to change it up and look a bit more punk! With her body jewelry and the right clothing she could make some interesting ... looks.
Changing color is easy for hair and fur, and so she soon has hair the color of grass.
Alptraum tilts her head this way and that, then turns to the side and looks at her profile, shape, hip curve, everything. Maybe she should find a salon and get her hair done.
There must be one or more at Cenesta Plaza. It's a good excuse to look for places to bring Pouncer to as well. And there must be something cute to wear in the clothing racks here.
Alptraum hits the jewelry first and finds some nice chains she can interlace between her nose-ring and left earrings. Why? Because. Then she's off nosing through the clothing racks, the urge to find things that are skimp and revealing high. She's got a good body, may as well show it off, right?
There are plenty of skirts and short, low-cut tops. A few are just frilled bras, for that matter. Some of them have sequins or tye-died rainbow patterns on them, probably used for some Yodhinala performance ritual.
The choice ends up being a low cut top, just barely more than a bra, and thin enough it's apparent the girl is ... decorated. Hip wear is also low slung, just barely high enough to cover up for some modesty, and short enough that bending over does risk revealing her 'gate' to anyone who looks. And of course she's not wearing underwear, so her decorations down there would sparkle. All in all, it's a skimpy, rather slutty-looking, attire. Why? She really doesn't know, is it the influence of being in Inala's temple that she had to be overtly sexual? She'd be a hit with any of the goth boys back on the sky islands, that's for sure. And she's even doing up some highlights of her face using fur paints as makeup.
The gold chain stands out, with the white of the bandeau and the gold of the low-wasted pencil ultra-miniskirt adding more contrast to her form while enhancing her curves. But the green hair is wasted just hanging straight. Something needs to be done with it.
Alptraum keeps messing with the hair, and more and more thinks she needs to find someone to do something with it. Cut and styled to accentuate this look and go with her stand-out attire. Short on one side, long on the other? Shaved on one side so it's stubble and long on the other? She keeps fiddling with looks by holding her hair this way and that in the mirror.
Alptraum keeps messing with the hair, and more and more thinks she needs to find someone to do something with it. Cut and styled to accentuate this look and go with her stand-out attire.
A salon catering to outre styles might be found beneath the plaza, near the nightclubs. But they'll probably want money.
And Tulani keeps bribe money handy.. somewhere! Probably in a chest.
Alptraum goes to look for the chest. And can't help herself and really plays up the hip sway. For an Eeee, she's got great hips; definitely the sort that indicates superb fertility possibilities.
There are a few small chests over where Tulani keeps her own clothes, including the dancing costume. A bit of poking uncovers one with a few purses.
Alptraum feels a bit weird. Is this stealing? In theory money here is for both of them, right? She checks for what is available.
One purse if full of copper shekels. More money than Alptraum ever saw as a Gypsy.. or any other time really. Another is full of fifty regular shekels.
There are also several empty purses, probably for mixing currencies as needed.
Alptraum takes a couple copper shekels and some regular ones. She's not going two be greedy, nor does she have a lot of places to stash them, except in cleavage, so to speak, in her 'pouches'. She'll also leave a note explaining how much she took. Stealing from a friend is not a thing, not even for a one raised on the road.
It's probably a safe amount, since Alptraum really has no experience paying for things in Babel. She doesn't even know how much Tulani paid for the work done at Slaves to Art.
Alptraum figures she'll get money other ways if more is needed. She can swipe, or, well, sell herself if needed. Oldest job in the world, that.
Now it's just a question of where to look for a hair salon. Would the upper deck have ones that would cater to.. well, trampy looking teenagers? Or should she try the lower, shadow deck with all of the wilder stuff?
Lower down for the trampy stuff, she's not trying to look like some high-born kid! Looking trampy is probably safer sad as that is! Far more people of lower means than upper.
With a destination in mind, it's just a matter of flying to it. And then adjusting her clothes that have either slipped down on top or ridden up on the bottom after landing near Slaves to Art. If nothing else she can ask Helse to recommend a place, or just walk along and look for people with the sort of hair she's interested in.
Well, at first she's going to just look around. Plus it gives her a chance to show off. So, she's sashaying out into the plaza with the air of one far too confident for her age as she looks around. It's an oddly empowering feeling to tk flaunt and take 'ownership' of her body and look.
The light comes from lanterns here in the shadow plaza, and those vary wildly in brightness and color, making everything look a bit lurid. But sound is more important to an Eeee anyway, and Alptraum picks up the sound of brash music that's more percussion than anything else from up ahead. There are clubs, bars and other establishments along the way, including a brothel where plenty of men loiter outside. And in the near distance, a shop with a hanging pair of large wooden scissors to advertise its purpose.
So onward she goes in that direction. Lazily. She stops and peers at the occasional kiosk business as she wanders through. Sometimes even bending over, knowing what that entails showing off. Why? Young and stupid, really. Having fun messing with people. Her ultimate goal is the shop further down that is probably a salon of some sort, but she's in no hurry and enjoying the sights and sounds. And providing some of her own.
The men outside the brothel cat-call and whistle as Alptraum passes by. Beyond them are mixed-species groups of teenagers, mainly Eeee, Skreeks and Khattas, with the occasional Vartan or Fnerf. The mostly seem to be loitering and smoking or passing a bottle around while laughing.
She really sashays and shows off for the men catcalling at her. She even blows them a kiss. But, onward she does go. "Got anything good?" she asks the younger folk and gestures as if she were smoking, herself.
One rather red-eyed Skreek grins and waves a pipe. "Nothing good, sister. Just stuff that'll mess you up good," he claims. "Are you a fairy?"
"Hah, cute. Do I look like some prancy fairy?" she retorts and pokes out her tongue briefly. "So whatcha got? And is that place down there good for a rework on the old mane?" she asks further and gestures towards the shop down the way.
One Eeee with his hair starched into a spiky mass says, "Zed's been smoking fairy weed, so he thinks everyone might be a fairy," Spiky Hair says. "Ah, that's Spot Clips, pretty decent. Did my spikes."
Alptraum peers at the hair, then nods. "Not bad, then," she observes, grins. "Looking t' change things up with this boring mess," she continues as she gestures a bit towards her flat hair. "Guess I'll check 'em out then. An any recommendations for some plan fun after? Wanna show off and let loose."
"There's a Grind going on a few alleys down, if you got the energy for it," the boy says. That's probably where the music is coming from. "It's free after all, which is always good!"
"Dagh yeah, free almost always works. Will have to check it out," Alptraum replies and even thumps up. "Mebbe see ya there?"
The boy nods and snaps his lips in a quick pucker. Not exactly blowing a kiss, but probably similar.
Alptraum waves her hand as if catching it, then licks her palm. Off she continues towards the hair place, jewelry and collar jingling merrily.
The salon is the brightest lit place she's seen so far, and has the same sort of vibe as Slaves to Art. There's the desk, manned by a Jupani with wildly dyed fur a colorful Zolk scarf around his neck. He has mismatched eyes, one blue and one brown, and smiles wide in greeting. "Welcome to Spot Clips my dear," he coos. "How may we make you more spectacular today?"
All of the staff appear to be Savanites with very well-groomed fur and tails.
"Feelin' boring these days. Want to do something wild and different with this," Alptraum says and holds up some of her green hair a moment before letting it go and settle back down. "But not sure what. Was thinking maybe short on one side, real short, so it doesn't catch in my decoration and the other side long and sloped, but ... I'm not sure. Also, kinda depends on what it would cost, too."
The wolf reaches out and lifts a strand of hair to his nose for a sniff. "Hmm, Life Magic, not dyed," he notes. "Would you want some to spill over that side of your face, so only the chain side is fully visible?"
"Mmm, could start there. Can always go shorter iffin I don't like it," Alptraum muses and taps her chin. "An issat a problem with the hair? I volunteered as a practice person for some students a bit back. Free color change!" she claims.
"Not a problem," he says, and then calls for Callia. A Savanite woman approaches, with her hair strung with beads and baubles to put a Vartan's tail to shame. "We can also adorn the hair itself, as you can see." Callia looks at Alptraum's face markings and collar and grins slightly.
Alptraum grins back and shrugs. She also signs hello, so it's not just a look, she knows the 'lingo'. "The beads are nice too, look fun. Not too heavy?" she inquires.
"Most are enameled bone, so lighter than wood," the Jupani says. "We have white and gold ones, if you want to keep to your current palette."
"I'm actually more interested in what you might think would look good, if the white and gold isn't the best I could go with," Alptraum says, head tilted a bit to the side as she looks towards the Jupani. "What's the cost, though. I don't have a lot of cash."
"Well.. what are you willing to spend?" the wolf asks, his friendly smile showing some teeth.
"Ah ah, I know how that works! I wanna know your usual costs. If I say what I have, it will cost exactly that," she counters, all smiles.
"For a side cut.. 15 shekels, and we get to keep the hair," the man says. "Baubles can be another 10. Unless you want to negotiate a discount."
"Oh, sounds perfectly reasonable to me then," Alptraum says, though the comment about keeping the hair gives her pause. "Why do you want to keep the hair?"
"It's long and colored by magic, so it won't fade," the man explains. "It can be woven into other people's hair or have other uses."
"An ya aren't gonna use it in some weird magic torture dolls or anything, are ya?" Alptraum asks.
"Gorphat is gaining in popularity," the wolf notes. "And I wouldn't know about magic torture dolls. Those aren't a real thing, are they?"
"Could be! So, had to ask. People are weird," the weird bat replies, grinning. "Anyway, sounds like a good deal to me overall. Lets see what ya can do with me!"
"Groff and Callia will see to you then," the man says, and claps his hands. A huge Savanite appears, and instead of a collar he has a necklace of teeth, probably to make him look like a wild Savanite. The loincloth completes the look. He reaches and flicks the little lock on Alptraum's collar before grinning. Callia signs, "Follow," before header deeper into the partitioned space.
Alptraum whistles a little. She even grins at the large savanite and signs, "Want the key, handsome?" She winks, then follows after Callia, hips doing their usual sway-roll. She's liking their staff, that's for sure. And probably the staff's, er, staff, given the way her imagination is going.
The cubicle she's taken too doesn't have a chair like at Slaves to Art, but a padded table with a basket beneath one end. There is a shelf covered in bottles, combs and other supplies, which Callia goes to. Groff helpfully lifts Alptraum up by her waist and lays her back on the table, and makes a gesture to indicate she should pull her wings in tight.
Being lifted up makes the bat squeak. She also feels her ears heat up, big spotted guy is getting her going a bit, so to speak! She does pull her wings in as tight as she can as she's placed on the table. She also wonders why there are two tending to her. Not that she's complaining, at all. That male savanite can tend to her anytime, er.
"Stay still," Callia signs, and shows Alptraum the short obsidian-edged scissors she's going to use. Groff combs Alptraum's hair so that there's a part between the main body and the side that's going to be trimmed close. She certainly wouldn't want to get her ear clipped by mistake.
Thinking about staying still makes it harder to stay still! The world is irritating like that. She stares upward and focuses on how nice it feels to have someone combing her hair, though. "Will try," she signs, proving she did know more than just hello.
Clip clip clip got the tiny shears, so close that Alptraum can feel Callia's fingers against her fur. And she can hear the long strands dropping in to the bucket. There's also a very loud purr coming from Groff to help calm her.
The purr helps! So does getting to look up at him. Mmph, she's a sucker for spots in any form. The clipping is making her toes twitch, though, but they're waaaay down here at least.
It gets a bit tense as Callia works around her ear, as the urge to twitch it is strong. But it really doesn't take all that long to clear that side. Then she hears a box full of beads being taken from the shelf.
There's a point where her feet are grabbing the table when those cutters are near her ear. It's an intense effort to keep her ear still; but she likes her ear a lot! Not to mention how sensitive it tends to be. The bead sound also creates the urge to look, but she can't. So, back to toe wiggling.
Now she has Callia kneeling down behind her head with the beads and comb, leaving Groff free. So the big cat, runs a finger along one of Alptraum's tear-marks, while his thumb is under her chin.
Alptraum blinks, surprised a bit by the touch? She makes a sort-of purr back up at him. Not that Eeee throats can mimic that sound terribly well. They're more geared to higher ranges. She suspects the pampering is of course to get a bigger tip out of the clients, though.
Groff smiles, and leans down to nuzzle at Alptraum's cheek, while his hand brushes down her throat to her chest. Callia is separating out narrow strands of hair and twisting them to make it easier to thread the beads.
Alptraum's ears feel warm. Very very, warm. She's ... rather enjoying the moment. The sensations of having her hair worked are nice. The caressing hands are even nicer, and her back arches up a little into the touch. She even eases one hand out and rubs it along his hip while trying to stay still, even without the cutting going on.
In response to the hip rub, Groff's hand tugs up Alptraum's top, causing things to pop out. Then he brushes the piercings (and the nipples of course).
To be fair, the top is small, and for an Eeee Alptraum is not. So her chest pops free rather easily, and the lighter-colored bars through the dark skin is quite readily visible. And even moreso when things prush and make them stand at attention. She bites her lower lip, not sure how much to encourage him!
The cheetah doesn't seem to need further encouragement, as his fingers are soon replaced by his tongue.. which he uses in a maddeningly slow, deliberate way. His hands brush over the bat's exposed belly now.
Alptraum licks over her own lips. Good manners would indicate she ought to try to get him to stop. But she's got no manners right now, or forgot them, because that lick elicits a playful whine of a sort. She also shifts her hands so she's running her fingers along his stomach as his slides down hers. Soon she's got her fingers trailing over his cloth.
Groff, pulls the cord that undoes the knot holding his loincloth in place, so it drops. When he sees Alptraum licking her lips.. he licks her tongue!
And Alptraum grabs whatever's closest to her hand when he does that! And now she's wide-eyed. That is one well-built cat. This is not what she expected would be going on in a salon!
Then again, this sort of thing happens all the time in the place she normally goes to. Only here the Savanites are the staff instead of the customers. And Groff responds to Alptraum's grip. One hand is already up under her skirt to pet her.
Where he is created with the copious decoration she has down there, both in the glittery additions as well as the set of rings. Also dampness and warmth. Her body was already quite, er, excited by him before he even touched there. It also causes her hips to jerk-roll and she pushes into that petting. Her own grip loosens a bit and she starts to caress and tease. And imagine. And she did dress in a way to invite this sort of thing, so really it's her fault.
Groff barks in a sort of laugh, and pulls Alptraum's skirt up to expose everything. He then moves around to her feet, even though it means slipping free of her grip. He then pushes his muzzle up against her gate while holding the sides of the table.. and purrs strong enough to be felt through his lips.
Alptraum is quite ... decorated and on display given all the additions done after the rings. The kiss that he follows up with makes her squeal! And her toes curl. And she pushes her gate up into that kiss while her hands come to hold his head there! Hopefully the cat doesn't mind the smell of a hyper-aroused female Eeee with impressive fertility undertones.
While keeping up the purr, Groff begins to use his tongue. For a people that don't speak, they still have the tongues for it. And he's speaking to her now with it, in a different sort of Silent Sign.
And Alptraum is very receptive to what is being said. That tongue feels amazing, and it's also good re-enforcement that being in such a body isn't necessarily a bad thing or a 'curse'. Or at least not a curse to hate. Her communication back is a lot of internal muscle clenching in time with that tongue movement, and given all her modifications down there she probably feels pretty ... unique. She's also petting his cheeks and ears.
The cat is certainly curious about that. He lets go of the sides of the table and instead uses them to spread Alptraum's legs wider. He pulls his head back, tongue still dangling, as he climbs up onto the table.
Alptraum lets her legs part with ease. This is definitely not a normal salon, though she's not minding! Her ears are still hot, and her hopes are that he'll soon be inside her. Her expression, though, is probably a bit worried! He felt big, and she ... isn't. So naturally, that just excites her more. She can even smell herself at this point, hormonal, ready, fertile. Even if that's not true, she sure smells like it.
It is a stretch, but he's gentle about it.. but does go all the way inside. His purr turns slightly to a growl at the feel of her, as he holds onto her hips. He then signs for the first time, releasing one hip to sign, "How hard?"
Alptraum winces, it's a ... fit. There's discomfort of course, as he pushes in and she settles and tries to relax to him. She breathes slowly for a bit too as her body .. adapts a little. The question of how hard makes her blink, and bite her lip. "As if I were yours," comes her signed reply after a few false starts as she thinks about it. "Claim me," she adds in adolescent embarrassment.
That gets Alptraum covered in tawny, spotted fur as the big man lies atop her. He licks inside of her ear on the shaved side, biting the tip at the end. And then his bucks his hips for a deep thrust with a bit of an external impact, rattling her rings.
And that has her seeing stars! It feels both amazing and a bit painful! She shivers and ends up with her hands on his hips. She's also working inner muscles in a rippling sort of roll. There's a gasping sort of purr, too, and nods her head as if 'just like that' were the meaning. That nipped ear also cups against his muzzle, and she kneads his butt.
His butt twitches, which is a sign that he's about to thrust again. And again and again! He does rise up a bit so he can nuzzle and bite Alptraum's throat. He's big enough to get the entire width of her neck in his jaws if he wanted to!
Her chin goes back and she exposes her throat! Either the collar has to be lifted up some, or pushed down more, but he could get his jaws on it now if he wished! When he pushes in, she pushes back and that intense sort of pleasure-pain ripples through her again and she soon clenches back down. Hyper hormonal teenage Eeee, prettymuch, as she undulates and rolls to encourage him to continue!
Encouragement is rewarded with faster thrusts, and and a completely engulfed throat. The spikes don't seem to matter to Groff. His brown eye is open and looking into Alptraum's silver ones as he teases with his teeth.. sort of chewing softly.
Alptraum's eyes are wide. Her hips match his movements, and she clenches with each push in. The playful chewing makes her squeak, cutely. She even reaches up and pets along his back. She's putty to anyone with spots, male or female.
Groff puts on a final burst of hip-work before releasing into Alptraum. After that he slows down a bit, and releases her through to begin grooming her face with his tongue.
The bat feels the release, a rush of deep heat then her own clenching bliss as her body responds favorably! And she's unable to do much other than bask in the pleasure for a bit. When she does get some focus back, she tries to purr up and him and even licks his face back in return.
Moving her head for that causes a series of clacking and clinking sounds as the beads knock together. Callia puts the box away, and stands up. She taps on Groff's shoulder to get him to look up, and signs, "How much?" The big cheetah spares a hand to sign, "Ten"
Alptraum blinks at this. So, she's paying for that! She shouldn't be surprised. He probably tends to everyone and doesn't actually like them per se. Still, it was enjoyable and nice, so she doesn't mind paying for it. One copper is enough to cover everything, she realizes and a generous tip.
"Discount covers beading," Callia signs to Alptraum. So, it was the opposite, the result of earning the beads.
Confused a bit, either way she enjoyed it. She even reaches out and pets Callia's hip. And finds herself aroused by her too. Blowback from the weirdness going on with her and the dueling 'gifts' from the Goddesses.
Callia purrs, and caresses Alptraum's cheek. Groff is showing now signs of getting up though, or 'relaxing' and is soon rocking his hips again for a cool-down round.
Alptraum is gently trying to bring Callia around to where she can arch her head back. She even nuzzles on the outside of her thigh if she can as Groff is starting to work her up again.
Getting the notion, Callia positions herself behind Alptraum, but presses forward against her head, using Groff's shoulders as a support. At some point she's conveniently lost her skirt.
And soon at some point Alptraum is kissing her as Groff had kissed her earlier. A bit of head roll, and a lot of soon to be exploring tongue. Eeee tongues are long, after all. So while Groff is once more taking her, the bat is now taking Callia in her own way. And the scent and taste of it is of course further confusing her in that it's triggering both 'curses' and desire for both of them. Intense desires for both, that is!
They soon begin purring in sync, so Alptraum feels it from both ends. And she really enjoys the scent and taste of Savanites! Would a normal teenager get to do this? Well, it is Babel. Who knows what happens to other clients here.
The kiss she has on Callia is like a delightful sort of 'other meal' when it comes to vampiric tendencies, both the taste and 'flow', so to speak. New fluids on both ends, in both ends, and the bat is feeling really good right now! She'll smell of feline and sex after, but that doesn't matter in the moment. Her body needs, and thus she's getting. And boy is she licking deep each time Groff pushes in deep.
It takes longer, but feels shorter somehow. Callia spasms a few times, and Groff only manages one more, which isn't too much after the first one, but it's enough to finally make him relax.
The rush of heat again makes the bat really strain her tongue in deep as she holds the savanite's hips and that kiss. Her senses are flooded with female savanite scent and taste, and down below she's flooded with savanite seed. She feels ... oddly blissful. And relaxes herself as she basks. It's quite a bit before she finally does ease her tongue out, and release that kiss. Boy does her jaw ache!
Her tongue is also a bit limp after that. While she relaxes, the Savanites clean up, and Groff puts Alptraum's clothes back into place.
Alptraum ends up eventually licking her lips and muzzle when her tongue can move again, and then she's sitting up with various muscles complaining. And realization hitting her of what she just did. She covers her eyes, sighs. She ought to feel bad, but right now she feels good, even if she smells like she just had a gang-bang in the wilds.
Callia brings some of Alptraum's hair forward over her shoulder to cover half of her face, with the beads acting to hold things in place.
It's this time she actually does get to feel her head and hair a bit, and true enough, one side is cut really short, and the other side is quite beaded. It's got to be an interesting look if nothing else! Not a look she's ever sported, anyway. Very much a punk-goth-bat look; she'd fit right in the menagerie under Mordecai, that's for sure. IF she ever got back to Rephidim, that's also actually a real risk.
"Very edge," Groff signs, nodding approvingly of the look.
Alptraum huffs a bit at that, ears heating again. She fiddles in her newly restored chest cover and she pulls out the copper shekel. Which is probably twice the actual cost of everything, but ... that was some service!