Revy (a.k.a. Alptraum) wakes up slowly from the colorful haze she'd been enjoying. She isn't certain that she isn't still dreaming, since she's in a really comfortable bed that seems to go on forever, and the room is dimly lit with pink lamps. There a scent of incense coming from somewhere as well.
"Bluh," Revy mutters as she licks over her lips slowly, blinking. She tries to sit up and feel over herself, to see if she's still, well, herself! And if not for clothing, at least her jewelry, neckwear, and the tucked-away key.
The collar is still there, and her secret pouches haven't been pilfered. But the only other things she's wearing are her jewelry, with no sign of her skimpy clothes.
Revy blinks, a lot, as she peers about and tries to get her eyes to focus enough she can see where she is.
There's wallpaper, the print featuring various couples.. and triples and more.. engaged in sexual activity. The bed doesn't go on forever after all, but is still big enough for several adults. And there's a red-painted door.
"Where am I?" she wonders. She also checks to see if she was, er, used while she was out. Or at least signs of it.
Things seem fairly clean down there, and her thighs are dry so it's been awhile since she was with Spider's Savanite.
Well, that's something, at least! Or they cleaned her up. She slides herself along, then off the bed and goes to test the red door to see if it's locked.
It's likely locked, since there is no handle on this side to even try to open it with. There's a rectangular depression that might a sliding window. There's no larger one though for passing food through, so it's not quite a prison door.
Revy blinks. Okay, now that's unexpected. No door handle at all? Worrisome. Still, she doesn't panic, she has abilities they're not aware of. So, she remains calm for the moment, and even feeling a bit loopy, tries to extend out and sense if anyone is near by.
There's an aura right outside, someone calm. Further are more such auras, defining a hallway with more doors, only a few of which have auras on the other side. But it's pretty clear what those people are doing from the flaring colors.
That makes Revy smirk a bit and feel tingly. Stupid hyper hormones. She purses her lips and knocks on the door. "Oy, I can't open this door," she says, loudly, "What's going on?"
The spy slot opens up, and brown eyes surrounded by golden fur looks in. The the door opens fully and to show a Savanite.. guard? She's dressed in less than Revy was wearing: a brightly colored loincloth and ribbons holding a complicated hairdo in place.
Savanite? Interesting. She signs through the opening, "I can't open the door. What is going on?"
The Savanite taps her tear-marks and raises an eyebrow at Revy, with her mimicking make-up. Then she signs, "I will fetch mistress."
Revy gestures to her face, then shrugs! As for the answer, Revy nods. Just where did she end up? A place where savanites take Eeee for slaves? Oddly, that thought turns her on more than it should.
The Savanite woman closes the door again, and Revy can watch her Aura head down the hallway towards a collection of other people.
Revy closes her eyes and focuses on that aura, trying to make out whatever she can about that group. Also focuses her ears that way, though she suspects there could be soundproofing if this is to contain Eeee.
Indeed, she can't pick up any voices or sound past the door (but if it's all Savanites that would make sense). The woman who opened the door wasn't wearing a visible slave color, unless it was the belt for her loincloth. After about a minute, the aura heads back with another one following.
Revy tries to see if she can make out body shape from the aura alone. She does step back a bit from the door, too.
It's difficult, and the shape tends to change depending on the person's emotions. There's a quick knock at the door, and then it's being opened by the Savanite attendant again. A very different Savanite woman enters. She's older and matronly, wearing a heavy red dress that still shows off her hips and bust. What at first appear to be bracelets on her arms turn out to be multiple slave collars. Her hair is long and black, with a few streaks of gray. It's braided and falls forward over her left shoulder. She's also got various earrings and piercing that show she's been to Slaves to Art. She smiles and has a loud purr. "Welcome," she signs. "How are you feeling?"
"A little dizzy, but otherwise fine," Revy signs. She's also linking while looking this woman over, and her brow arches a little. "Where exactly am I? And why can't I open the door on this side?" She also pauses to reach up and brush back the one side of her hair that's still long. She's also admittedly checking out any piercings the other woman might have that she doesn't! Why? Because she's addicted to such things.
The matron's right eyebrow is so festooned with 'gems' that it's hard to see the original fur beneath. "We'll bring you water, which should help," she signs. "Where you are has no name, as it is a secret place behind a more common bordello. We cater to a very specific sort. You have been brought here because you seem to enjoy the company of Savanites, and you made it through the Grind. Would you like to earn some coin?" She doesn't answer the part about the door though.
Revy's ears twitch and flick a bit at the comment about enjoying Savanites. She can't deny that. "I am very fond of Savanites, yes," she signs as she hops a bit from one foot to the other. Her thoughts on where she might be seem to becoming true, which is of course exciting her in ways it should not. "Coin's always good to make," she also claims and even flashes a smile. "But ... what is expected of me to earn such...?"
The matron goes to the be sits on the edge, patting the spot next to her from Revy. She also signs, "Many find us attractive, but cannot indulge such attraction within their households. So they come here, sometimes with their slaves. And we fulfill their fantasies. Those who work here, however, are not slaves."
Revy heads over and sits on the edge of the bed next to the savanite. Not slaves, then why the locked door? she does wonder. "And where do I fit in? I'm just an Eeee, hardly exotic in this city," she asks in sign. She's still blinking a lot, her vision is still a bit off and tends to blur a bit if she doesn't blink.
The matron's hands pause, as if she's trying to find the right words. "Many women find themselves attracted to their male slaves," she finally signs. "While it would be scandalous for them to indulge that attraction, they find that watching their slave make love to another Eeee brings them some satiation. This goes both ways, and some owners find their slaves attracted to them, and seek us out to let their slave indulge in their own fantasies. And of course, some people just want to have sex with a Savanite who is not a slave."
Revy nods slowly at this. None of this explains the door, yet. "And you're offering me a chance to be one of the Eeee that tend to Savanites that come here?" she signs, feeling a bit squirmy. "I mean, tending to Savanite's needs and desires is ... well, I enjoy it. Being their slave, so to speak. Had fun the other night with, well ... mmph, he was a delight," she continues, feeling her ears get rather warm.
"And at Spot Clips, you also enjoyed the staff," the woman signs. "I also own that business. My former master was a childless widower who freed me and his other slaves in his will, and left his estate to me. I used that to buy and free other slaves who became my workers, including my own children."
"As for the doors, it is a security measure," the matron notes. "To prevent slaves from escaping while they are here."
"That .. that's rather awesome," Revy signs, enthused a bit, "I did enjoy them a lot." The bit about the door causes a brief frown, though. "I would have thought you'd want to help them, but ... I can understand not in order to do more over time. If you let people escape, well ... your business wouldn't last." The bat pauses to rub more at the back of her neck some, and bumps her own collar a bit. "For a moment I thought you might be claiming me as a slave," she signs, a bit embarrassed. "Which could have been fun in its own way. Might be what I smoked making me feel weird though."
"How much do you cost?" the matron signs. She's not grinning or wiggling her ears, so is she actually serious?
That makes Revy blink. "I ... actually have no idea?" she replies, looking a little lost. "I don't belong to anyone. I have the key to this collar."
"You belong to yourself though," the matron points out. Do people actually sell themselves into slavery? Well, for a destitute Eeee it may be a good deal: housing and food in exchange for servitude, with the money going to family.
"Well, true. I just, I dunno?" Revy signs, "Still a little fuzzy-headed, so probably should be a little careful?" Especially because she has the urge to take her up on the offer. "Anyway! Are you asking me to, uhm, service your customers?"
The matron smiles and nods, signing, "It is only a matter of agreeing on your rental price."
"Uhm, what's the normal price for someone like me?" Revy asks in sign. She has no idea about these things. Also can't believe she's ... seriously considering it. But this place would be a good stress relief.
"That depends," the matron signs. "You are young, which generally raises the price, but you are also not a traditional Eeee in appearance. Do you actually want to be paid though?"
"A little money wouldn't hurt," Revy admits, as more money to bring into the Nest isn't a bad thing! "I mean, I will need to buy stuff sometimes if I'm not living here full time. And I want to add more decorations too." She gestures at herself.
"Part of it comes down to the customer as well," the matron signs. "Certain desires can be charged extra, so if you wish you can be paid a percentage of that fee."
"Well, I'm willing to fulfil any sort of desire, I think. The Grind was fun! So was after," Revy signs and grins wide. Yep, that's a rather Babelite attitude there.
"Shall we start you at ten percent then?" the matron signs. "And what name do you wish to use here?"
"/Ten is fine by me,/" Revy signs enthusiastically! The name gives her pause as she ponders. "/Revy," she ends up signing, since, well, she's now at least somewhat used to it! She taps the collar on her neck, then signs, "/Should this come off?/"
"The collar is part of the allure," the matron signs, grinning. She holds out her right hand, and signs with her left, "Gehnoh?"
Revy nods! She mirrors the sign back! Given their door setup, they could probably just keep her here anyway, but this lady has seemed honest and upfront, so ... might be fun for a bit! It might certainly scratch her spotty itch. And her nearly constant one, gah, so horny.
The woman stands, nods to Revy and goes to the door. She knocks on it, and the girl outside opens it. After the woman is gone, the girl smiles and winks to Revy before closing the door again.
Revy wiggles her fingers as the door closes. Well, either she really is a prisoner, or the woman was being honest! Right now she doesn't care too much, she's still a bit floaty, and definitely randy. She flops onto her back on her bed (after splaying her wings). Thee she lays, and lazily, well, fondles herself, chest with one hand, gate with the other.
Occupied as she is, she barely notices when the door opens and a Savanite boy enters carrying a tray. It's got a kettle and cups on it, and the boy doesn't look any older than Revy. He's got the loincloth uniform and no collar. He sets the tray on the side table.
Revy soon realizes she's not alone and bolts upright. She wasn't expecting company so soon! "Sorry!" she signs rapidly, and embarrassed, with wet fingers. That must be the water they promised to bring. Could be drugged again for all she knows, but.
The boy's ears blush and he pours tea into one of the cups, then offers it over. So something a bit stronger to clear her head, apparently. Or they just don't trust the water supply and prefer to boil everything.
Revy takes the cup and drinks it all down in one go. She was thirstier than she expected she was, that's for sure. "Revy," she signs after, then offers back the now empty cup.
The tea goes to work pretty quickly, and was bitter. Revy begins to feel more clear headed by the time the boy sets the cup back on the tray. He turns back and signs, "More?"
Revy nods. "Please," she replies.
He pours another cup, and offers it to the Eeee.
Revy takes it and downs it again. So far she's feeling more clear-headed, so it seems like they've been honest with her. She offers back the cup and signs, "Thank you."
Setting the cup back, the boy turns and signs, "Would you like more? You have pretty hair, may I touch it?"
"I'm good for now," Revy signs, then leans forward and tilts her head to offer and allow him to touch. "Go ahead, touch anything you want," she even teases.
The boy sits next to Revy on the side where the hair is long, and picks up some of the beaded strands to sniff. Then he actually combs his fingers through it all while purring.
Revy keeps her head tilted and lets him explore and play with her hair all he wants. "You live here?" she eventually asks in sign. She figures this is one of the children of the woman she spoke to.
The boy nods, and dares to feel Revy's breasts. His expression is one of amazement more than anything else. He does spare a hand to sign, "Nice big breasts."
Revy leans into that and purrs a bit herself. "Thanks! I know I'm big for an Eeee. So I show off," she replies, grins. "And decorate" She taps one of the through-bars.
"Do they hurt?" the boy signs.
"Did at first, now they feel great!" Revy signs, enthusiastically. She pats his chest, adding, "You should get that done too."
The boy pats his own chest, which is mostly floof. "Mother says I'm too young," he signs.
"How old are you?" Revy signs.
The cat flashes his fingers to show sixteen.
"That's not young! I'm about the same," Revy replies in sign, "And look at me!"
The boy does as told and looks Revy over, from ears to toes. "You're pretty for an Eeee," he tells her, and wiggles his ears.
"Pretty weird!" Revy counters. "But I like messin with how I look. Sometimes a little, less, well, Eeee. We've not been all that great."
"Do you need anything else before you start?" the boy asks.
"Don't think so? Do people usually ask for stuff?" Revy asks.
"Sometimes, like hot wet towels or cookies," the boy signs. "If you need anything just ask for Sweet Cheeks. That's me."
Revy tries hard to not laugh at that name. "Maybe I'll give you some free time later," she teases instead, and grins wide.
The boy drops his head bashfully as he gets up and retrieves the tray. From behind.. well, he does have a cute butt. He knocks, the door opens and he slips out. The door girl looks in and signs, "Are you ready to start?"
Revy sneaks a pat on his butt before he flees! As for once the door opens, Revy nods and signs a slang sort of "Yep!"
The door closes, and opens again a few moments later to allow an Eeee woman and her slave to enter. The woman is middle-aged for an Eeee, while her Savanite is young and big. He looks like a former pit fighter, complete with old scars. He's wearing a primitive looking animal-hide skirt of sorts, and has a necklace of teeth like Groff did. There must be a costume and props supply for this place. He's still got his slave collar on though.
"Oooo, you've got the tear-marks!" the woman enthuses over Revy.
Revy's ears shoot up! She wasn't expecting someone so, well ... big. Nor the weirdo older woman, but she was warned that some Eeee entertain their fantasies here, so... She wiggles her fingers at the woman, and instead of talking, signs a hello to both instead, and follows it up with an ear-wiggle.
The big cat grins back, and the woman moves one of the fancy chairs over to the side of the bed, and then removes a worn book from her handbag. Revy can see the title: Tales of the Savage Savan. She opens it to where she set a bookmark and clears her throat. The big cat, gestures with a finger for Revy to come over to him.
This is going to be ... weird. Revy can already tell. She slides her butt off the bed and walks over to the savanite. Which ... has her staring into his chest. Then she has to look up, and up.
The man smiles down to her, and she can see the tips of her canine teeth. The woman begins to read out loud, "Annessa fled through the jungle, the thorns and brambles quickly reducing her dress to rags, and leaving a trail of linen scraps behind her. But she didn't think about that, her mind focused on running, for she was being hunted. She burst through the underbrush into a small clearing, only for the ground to erupt into the green maw of a deadly Man Trap plant! And the girl would have fallen right into it if not for the thick, golden-furred arm around that wrapped around her waist from behind. Before she could even react to the horror before her, she found herself flung over the broad shoulders of her hunter." At this part, the big cat picked up Revy as if she weighed nothing and bent her over his shoulder.
That makes Revy sort of squeak in surprise as she's hefted up! Yep, it's going to be strange! She really hopes she doesn't crack up laughing in the muddle of this. She breathes in deep, trying to steady herself before she goes into a full-on act, trying to look horrified, and surprised! There's even a short bit of squirming as if she needs a moment to realize what, or rather who, is holding her.
"Try as she might, the hunters grip on her is unbreakable. Beneath the soft fur lies muscles of ironwood," the woman reads on. "He lopes effortlessly through the jungle until they arrive at his camp. A simple affair, with a fire and a woven mat of reeds atop a pile of fronds and grass. A mat which Annessa finds herself tossed onto!" And so Revy is tossed onto the bed!
There's a bit of flailing, but Revy knows how and when to splay her wings so she lands on the bed without any injury! Also, so she can curl those wings around herself in protection; peering out at the savanite from being them. She also winks at him to hopefully indicate she's not actually scared.
"Before the girl can think to move, a single swipe of the hunter's sharp claws tears away what remains of her dress, leaving her fully exposed to the man as she has never been before. Only her dear mother has seen her like this! With a growl, the hunter holds her down with a mighty paw to her chest, while his other works the simple tie holding his primitive skirt of hides in place. They soon fall away to reveal what Annessa has only heard about before. The massive organ between the hunter's legs is at attention, looking to the virgin girl like some sort of cudgel! She cries out for mercy, but there is none in the hunter's hard eyes.." She's starting to breath a bit heavily now.
Revy listens to the story, and for the large savanite's movements to mimic the action, more or less! Instead of a dress, she fakes it with her wings when the swipe doesn't touch anything, but comes reasonably close ... and she splays them wide. And soon she's face to face with him, bared, and towing over him. The book's description is scarily apt given what she finds herself looking at. "No, please!" Revy even squeaks out, playing up the part, pleading, as she looks up at the savanite with a quivering lip and big eyes. The fact she licks her lip, subtly, a hopeful cue to him she's fine, and ... kinda excited. Revy's starting to breathe a bit heavily, herself.
"The hunter pins Anessa's arms as he joins her on the mat, and bites her neck to show that he owns her now!" the woman reads, her voice getting huskier. "She is his prey, and he will do as he pleases." And the big cat does exactly that, pinning Revy's arms as he jumps onto the bed, and biting her neck gently. Although he's big enough that his jaws nearly wrap all the way around her neck, and she can feel how hot and damp his breath is.
Revy's breathing quickens, but soon she's held down, and she's swallowing with a maw wrapped around her neck. Okay, so the story may be silly, but it's, uh ... the Eeee's 'itch' is starting to skyrocket. There's a bit of struggle, which is mostly a squirm ... and it ends with a pitiful sort of squeak from her.
"There is no resisting the savage's strength, as he plunges into Annessa's untouched flesh," the woman reads while panting a bit. "It feels as if she is being split in twain! But.. the fear is tinged with excitement. To be the plaything of this beast, who saved her life is more attractive than going through with her arranged marriage. This golden savage is quite literally twice the man as Lord Pennyton, who would not even hold her hand when they were introduced."
And the big cat does indeed try to split Revy in twain. But at least she's ready for it!
Well, the savanite is quite large! She's also quite, uh, slick. Within moments she's filled. Very, very, filled. It causes her to make a choking sort of squeak, then buck her hips. She also grabs his legs with her feet, probably to show him she's okay, all good. Boy, is it good. She's reflexively squirming and hip-rolling at this point too.
The woman has trouble speaking at this point, mainly muttering. "... thrusts... rough tongue.." she babbles. Once it's clear that Revy is into it, the big cat really starts to thrust harder, clearly enjoying himself.
Yeaaah, Revy is into it. She's got a deathgrip with her feet, and she's pushing back as much as he thrusts. It's a good thing she does have a hyper-arousal issue, as it's kept her slick enough there's no damage from this; though she is quite, ah, stretched. Also making all sorts of chirps and moans, too. And she'll get PAID for this? Dagh! Good job!
There a few more suggestions from the woman, when she can catch her breath, but "Savage Loins" is doing what he wants. This includes flipping Revy over so he can lie on her back and hump her a bit more roughly.
Revy doesn't mind! That position lets him get really deep, and makes her feel vulnerable in fun ways. There's no words from Revy, just squeaks, moans, and a lot of happy-sounding things. When her face isn't buried in a pillow, anyway. She's feeling even if she was a prisoner and an actual slave here ... it could be fun for a while! Go go youth hormone stupidity.
The big guy must not get a lot of action back home, because when he fountains he fountains. It happens a bit after he has Revy on her side with one leg held high, and he lets out such a long sigh throughout.
To Revy, it's quite the satisfying balloon of warmth deep inside her. She shudders from that and has a secondary burst of pleasure just from that sensation alone. Her back is ached, jaws slack, and she's panting and dazed-looking. And she can tell she probably, uh, overflowed. Right now? Don't care! She half wants to sell herself now to this place!
The other woman is also lying next to her on the huge bed, panting as if she'd going through the same thing. The big cat's tongue comes out, and he starts to groom Revy's face.
Revy feels good and quite, ah, submissive right now. She giggles a bit at the grooming, as her urge to groom him is more that she wants to lick certain parts clean. She licks his face for now, though.
Eventually he has to pull out, which is a bit messy, and his owner seems to have swooned and fainted at the sight. "She should be alright," he signs, indicating the woman.
"Yes," Revy signs as she basks. And messy or not once he's out and she can move, the green-maned Eeee is moving until she gets nose to club with her 'captor'. There, she gives into her current urges and starts licking his club 'clean'. Slowly, and with as much as she can get into her muzzle at points. So, she gets to taste a bit of herself and a lot of him.
It's probably more fun for him that hot wet towels would be, as he keeps twitching as he's licked. There's a sliding sound from the door, as someone checks in, and then the sound of the peep hole being closed again.
While Revy's tongue is able to wrap all the way around, she's beginning to feel sore in her hips, as they begin to react to all of the pounding she took.
Revy is slow and thorough with her cleaning, down to even taking care of the dangly bits that helped make the mess. When the aching starts to set in, she squirms a bit. Should she really be feeling proud that she just did that hard enough that she's aching? So, she has to shift around now and then to relieve some of it. And even once she's got the savanite clean, she keeps on, well, nursing there as if she found a great treat.
The cat makes an 'unf' sort of sound, semi-rising to the occasion. His owner, however, is beginning to stir.
Revy looks torn. She wants to continue and get the savanite to explode again. But ... the other is waking up. So, with regrets, she has to stop what she's doing and slip her mouth off him. "That was lovely. Come back," she does sign to him, though.
"You are very stretchy," the man replies, ears wiggling. But then he dons his 'savage hides' again and goes to sort out his owner; putting her back back in her handbag and lifting her up in his arms. He looks to the door, then to Revy. A tilt of head is a request that she do the knocking.
Revy slips out of the bed, and has o waddle a bit as her hips ache. She does knock on the door, though, then say, "They're ready to leave..." First she's really spoken much for a bit!
The door opens, and the Savanite girl steps aside so the big cat can carry his owner through. She then looks at skinny Revy and gives a nod of respect, before gesturing for her to come follow her.
Revy grins at the savanite girl, and even gives her a thumbs-up! And then she moves to follow. Probably to get cleaned up. She's a mess down below.
At the end of the hall is another door. Beyond it is a large walk-in bath, similar to the ones in Inala's Paradise. It's got two Savanite men and one woman in it, and it smells a bit of herbs.
And Revy makes her way in, and gives them a small wave. "Had a messy, but fun, time!" she signs while grinning, and then tries to walk her way into the tub.
The bath is definitely soothing. One of the men gestures for her wade over to him.
Revy does wade over. The warmth is helping the hip ache a lot.
The man reaches into the water and starts to massage Revy's hips for her, even kneading her sore butt. "Not your first time with one of us?" the woman signs. She's probably had kittens recently, because her breasts are a bit larger than typical for a Savanite.
Revy shakes her head. "No. I'm, er ... fond of you," the Eeee admits in sign, her ears feeling warm again. Which is funny, given what she was just engaging in. But the rush of the moment is giving way to feeling embarrassed how much she got into it.
The massaging cat starts to suckle on one of Revy's breasts while he works. "Did you grow up in a house with slaves?" the woman signs, a curious look on her face.
The suckling is a bit distracting! She shakes her head to the woman. "No. I've just met and gotten to know several growing up, and became fond," she answers. "I like your kind more than I like mine. We're awful."
"But you can fly," the woman points out. "And you have a city."
"Horrible city," Revy points out. "Flying is fun, though."
"But it is still a city," the woman signs, as the massager swaps breasts. But the massage is helping with the soreness.
"Fair enough, I guess, Revy ends up signing. "You all the owner's children?" she inquires as she shifts a bit, and tries to not purr while she's nursed on.
"Some of us are, the younger ones," the woman signs. "The older ones, like myself, were slaves in the same household."
"Oh," Revy signs. "I'm sorry about, well, everything. How my people treated yours."
"Our master was kind," the woman says. "Like many Eeee couples, he and his wife could not conceive a child. Instead of adopting, they looked to us as surrogate children. We were still slaves, and still worked, but we were loved after a fashion."
"But you still weren't free," Revy signs, shrugs a little, and slumps. "It just ... bothers me. People are people, regardless of, well, this." She gestures at herself.
"We were not captured from the jungle," the woman signs. "We are generational. It is different when it is all you have known. Now we are free, but uncertain. We have to make our own choices, which is new and a bit frightening. It will take time to adjust. For now it is good that we stay together."
"This place you've built here is great. It lets people have fun with the ideas, play and explore ... without the harder realities," Revy signs and smiles a little, though. "And I'm enjoying being here."
"You are free to return whenever your please," the woman signs. "But your breaking in period is not over yet."
"I wasn't planning on leaving yet!" Revy signs. "But ... breaking in period?"
"Yes," the woman signs, smiling. "We will see what your limits are, if any."
"Uh, limits? What are you planning?" Revy signs nervously.
"I would not want to spoil the surprise," the woman signs, and waggles her eyebrows. "How are your hips feeling now?" The massage (and possibly the bathwater) has done wonders.
Revy wiggles her hips. "Feels fine!" she replies and then thumbs-up.
"Then you are ready to get back to work," the woman signs, and gestures to the stack of towels next to the door.
Revy wades her way back out of the tub, having soaked long enough to mostly clean up from the mess from the big guy. She wanders to the towels, and grabs one, and goes to town on herself. And quickly discovering that yes, her gate is still quite 'ready', all puffy, fragrant, and damp. Were she a guy, she'd just be even more obvious. So, really, either form now, the poor bat is just stuck being hyper hormonal and aroused.
The towels are nice and clean and fluffy, and her short fur means she doesn't get to fluffy from using them. Once dry and moderately groomed (her cheek fur was standing up from the earlier tongue grooming) she gets led back to her room, which has also been spruced up a bit. That incense has a purpose!
Revy goes back into her 'cell'. The fact the door has no controls on this side excites her. Even if it's not true, playing the game of being a captured sex slave is fun for the time being. She even wiggles her fingers as the door is closed behind her once she is firmly inside. And the click and slide of a lock, doubly so. "What have I gotten myself into?" she wonders. And worse ... why is she enjoying it so much? As a job goes, so far this one is a lot of fun...
There isn't much time for Revy to relax before the door opens and the female Savanite 'guard' comes in with a smile, carrying a scarf, which she holds out to the Eeee.
Revy blinks and takes the scarf, then looks at the Savanite questioningly. She motions to her head, then her neck, questioningly.
The cheetah mines wrapping it around her head as a blindfold.
Revy arches her brow at that. Still, they've been quite nice to her so far, so she has no reason to suspect otherwise. She rolls up the scarf a bit, then does wrap it around her head, covering her eyes. She can still hear, after all!
The guard makes sure the blindfold is secure, then gives Revy a little kiss on the cheek before heading back out and closing the door again.
Okay, so not being taken anywhere! Interesting. She pings the room to map it out a bit in her head, then plops her butt down on the edge of the bed. An occasional ping to keep the room map fresh, though.
The door opens again, and several people enter. Someone takes Revy's hand and tugs for her to rise up.
Revy does get up, ears and head tilted as she tries to use ambient sound to make out their shapes.
They keep moving around so it's hard to count them, and the one that brought Revy to her feet, is now hugging her and purring.. and dancing. It's a slow dance, not the sort one normally associates with Savanites.
Revy thinks, could be a khatta. She follows the lead of the danced partner, though. She's still trying to track those in the room a bit by sound, but she has to focus more on keeping up with him since she can't see him. Or her!
Another dancer joins in.. against Revy's back. Which is tricky because of the wings. She's now sandwiched between to warm, purring bodies.
Hey, this is a nice place to be! Revy doesn't mind. She even shifts her wings out and then more in towards her sides to keep them out of the way.
Ah, the wings! They aren't left out, as soon two more purring bodies press in against them, boxing Revy in on all sides. The purring feels weird against her wings, as it isn't the sort of thing wings normally encounter.
Okay, this is a bit weird, but hey! She's not worried, she's just following the guided movement and even trying to sorta purr herself. Throat isn't built for it, though.
It becomes apparent that those boxing Revy in are male. She's being poked! And lifted up off of her feet, even though everyone is still moving in the dance.
The poking makes her giggle. She knows what is poking her, that's for sure! She's not fighting being lifted, though she does occaionally grab for things poking her.
Grabbing causes chirps and barks! But once Revy is lifted high enough, she gets entered from behind. And then from in front. Those on the sides just keep rubbing against her wings.
The double entry makes her squeak! But she doesn't fight it, nor does she try to pull off of either one. She just wiggles herself down and grips on each of them in alternating clenches.
There's bouncing, but not the expected kind. Instead of using their hips, the dancers all jump at the same time, and the landing provides the 'thrust' and bounce. It's risky, as things could break, but they're all in perfect sync for it.
Okay, that's quite new! Also it means they push in quite deep on both ends; making her feel very full! It's ... still fun! There's some discomfort, but for the most part it feels good, and they feel very warm!
Revy might even be getting a buzz from all the purring! Extra hands reach in around her wings to pet her as well between the jumps, which is nice, as she hasn't been petted in awhile.
Revy can't remember when she was last petted. Though she's not thinking too hard on it, she's mostly just enjoying all the sensations and is for the most part rather relaxed, bodily. Well, except for the parts of her that tend to clench regularly. She's finding being double-filled is ... quite enjoyable right now! Not weird at all, more just what her body needs.
There then comes a bit of a shock, when one of the jumps doesn't land! Instead it propels Revy and crew backwards. Luckily the bed is there, but she's still landing on a Savanite. Now the one on top has pulled back a bit, since she must be on the edge of the bed. He repositions to grab onto the Eeee's ankles and hold her legs up and out. The synchronized thrusting ends at this point, with the one beneath her moving just his hips, while the upright one can put his hold back into it. The the ones on the sides are lying next to Revy, and both nuzzling one side of her neck while fondling a breast as well.
There's a bit of a surprised squeak when the sudden shift happens and she's up and then landing on fluff, and feeling the sudden hard thrust in the back. That elicits a reflexive clench for a moment as things adjust and soon she's back to being, well taken! And then thus nuzzling and fondling happen, and she makes all sorts of pleased moans from her half-open muzzle, and her forked and studded tongue hangs out a bit. And of course her dirty mind wanders to if there was a fifth one, she could be nursing too. Guh, such dirty thoughts!
As the two side pieces move down to actually start suckling on her, her odd thought becomes reality. Someone is squatting down on the bed behind her, and a hand on her chin starts to tip her head back until she can indeed begin nursing. She can't really tell the age of her attendants though, at least not based on relative size.
There's a bit of time when her tongue is being used as a hand to feel out what she can about the one close to her head. It also makes her shiver and clench on her other two invaders for a bit. But after some rather thorough and impressive tongue exploration, she's drawn the new attendant into her muzzle and closes to nurse on, and being very careful about her sharp teeth not scratching. It strikes her this could be a test, and they might decide to actually keep or enslave her after this, but ... probably not! They've been nice, and right now she doesn't want to worry, or think too much. She just savors the sensations, and right now, even the taste.
The taste is also a surprise. Was it dipped in something savory? And she can feel the purring through it! She still feels a bit boxed in, but with the varied thrusting, suckling and too many hands groping and stroking her to keep track of, it's just all a bit overwhelming. It certainly outdoes the Grind, where it was just one guy at a time.
Overwhelming, indeed, and Revy is loving it. She's lost in the sensation from all angles, and being blindfolded is making it even better somehow! Maybe she should stay blindfolded? She could even ask to have her eyelids sewn closed! Er, okay, her mind is wandering all over the weird place in this debauchery, and worse, all of the thoughts are somehow arousing. She's undulating in time with all of them, back arching, and using every mouth technique Mave made her practice over and over with the odd collections in the Nest on slow nights. The ones against her sides are also groped again until she can occupy both hands with them and torment them as they are her.
The side-dwellers slide up further on the bed to be in reach of Revy's hands. This restricts them to groping, stroking and squeezing but they probably don't mind. The nursing is taken up by the one on top, which means Revy's legs are freed from his grasp - he does hold onto her waist though. How long can the two inside of her hold out for?
Revy wraps her legs around that one and helps him stay deep and push. Her hand movements with those next to her tend to move in kind with her hips. So does the suckling and disturbingly squirmy tongue-work on yet another. Yes, right now everything feels somehow perfect. Filled in all possible ways, and still able to include even two more. So many variances in where and how she clenches her companions. She could get used to this being a regular thing; her brain is ... floaty-happy and not thinking too deeply.
During the timeless floaty period, she feels the two inside of her fountain, and hears and feels them grunt through it. The one in her mouth hasn't popped yet though, or the ones at her sides.. they haven't had as long to build up though.
The first two fountaining makes her feel all warm and happy, and she's clenching on them. It also then allows her to focus more fine control of hands and mouth on the remaining three. And boy, does she. She's treating all three like exquisite treats. In another life, she'd have made quite the Yodhinala were her colorations different.
She feels herself lifted again, this time from the sides. It's a very careful operation, so that she doesn't accidentally bite down. There's movement, and then she's lowered onto a fresh kitty. Holes are soon filled again, by the new arrivals. They get right to it as well, no ramp up, like they're starting right where the previous pair left off.
This surprised the Eeee! Where did they come from? She's also not complaining, all the previous movement and such made the 're-entry' smooth and painless and she's soon back to clenching in them and rolling. She also manages to not bite! She's quite careful to slow and widen her jaws during the switch so no teeth ever press in painfully. Then she's right back to nursing as if it were the best treat. If this will be normal here, she might ask to stay! And her mind is back to its weird thoughts about actually asking them to do stuff like she thought earlier, sew her eyelids so she's effectively always blindfolded. Not knowing who she is with or seeing them makes it even more exciting.
These new guys aren't afraid to use their teeth though. The one under her bites her right shoulder, and the one on top bites her left. This is followed by some very fast thrusting from both of them. Are they trying to kindle a fire?
The biting makes the bat jerk and arch! It both hurts and feels great! So does their fast movement! She less focuses on clenching or trying to match their movements and keeps focus on those in her hand and mouth, and ensuring the latter becomes quite acquainted with her tongue studs.
The one on her tongue is making a lot of cute noises.. which are about all Savanites can make. The side boys seem to be increasing their stroking and groping as well. They may all be reaching their limits!
And Revy isn't going to let them escape, either, without peaking. Any of them. Her grip and movement increases on the two at her sides, and the one in her muzzle is getting treated to what feels like a live snake around his bit. She's not really thinking, she's just doing things that seem kind of instinctual.
The three originals reach their peaks, which means Revy will definitely have to wash her wings later. The all make happy mewling noises, almost like kittens!
Right now, the bat doesn't care! She savors the warmth and sensations, and even the taste and scents that fill her. There is much, well, swallowing as she keeps on nursing the poor fellow in her mouth as if to drain him dry. Maybe she's trying to pretend it can act as an alternative to blood, or something Who knows? She's not exactly thinking.
The two at her sides withdraw, and the one in her mouth tries to escape her tongue's grip, but once he does Revy feels two new friends at her sides. And they must be girls! She can tell because her face is suddenly being smothered by fluffy breasts. They also move their hands over her a bit more sensually than the men did.
Revy does eventually release the poor fellow in her mouth. But that's because she's soon playfully biting and trying to latch on a nipple to nurse on! Her hands are also soon exploring the two girls, with similar groping sensuality to feel out curves, shape, and them. Seeing them with everything but her eyes.
It's an odd dichotomy, as the girls are slow and the two men are very fast and furious. It does mean the man on top lets go of his bite, and starts nursing instead. The girls prop up Revy's head and make sure they're positioned best for her to nurse on as well. One of them even has milk!
Revy tries to keep up with them. She's not even sure what all this is for, but doesn't care. Right now she's just enjoying, feeling up the women while the men work her lower half. The women are nursed, fondled, and even end up with Eeee fingers curling into them in fun places from time to time. Is this really some sort of 'job interview'? Fun job, at least?
Perhaps they're testing how far the little bat can go? All of the furious thrusting causes the two men to fountain faster than the first pair, and their sighs of exhaustion are telling. Younger men, perhaps?
And scarily, with the Eeee's libido, she can keep going, somehow! She's still clenching on the pair after they've fountained for a while, and after she's had several rather explosive and blinding moments of pleasure. And with their thrusting eased, she doubles her work on the girls. There's no hesitation, making it clear gender doesn't matter to the bat at all.
She's being moved again! But it's just further up onto the bed. The two men slide out (and wiggle a bit for the one underneath) and Revy is left with the two girls. Up until she's entered again.. but by a toy. It's got bumps and ridges, and there's one for both entries. Whoever is manipulating them is very good at finding just the right spots for the curved objects. And also at licking Inala's orb while working the tools. This one seems intent on making Revy build up and release.
That causes all sorts of squirming and hip lifting and bucking. It's also causing her to try and fond the free girl and pull her by feel to where she can lick her gate and orb! Two can play at this game! IT's a bit staggered, though, as the toy and licking is causing all sorts of mini-explosions, over and over. And it's making all the decorations down there feel amazing too as bits are tugged and pulled on playfully.
Grabbing with her feet is tricky, especially when it's hard to control anything down there due to the ministrations of her.. tormentor?
Revy still tries to get one of the two tormentors where she can bury her tongue deep into one of their gates if they'll let her! Though focus is ... weak, due tot he toy and her own licking, there are likely long periods of her being blank and lost in pleasure.
She can certainly get into them with her fingers, but she could always ask them to flip around. Of course that would add two more tongues working her nether regions.
Revy can't even really make words at the moment. But she takes second best and does curl fingers up in and massages all sorts of deep into the ladies, with her thumbs on their orbs to counter-torment.
This earns her some ear action, as the girls bite, lick and nibble on them while they squirm around on her fingers. The one operating things down below also makes sure that Revy is squirming as well.
Revy is squirming. It's a blur of over-use ache and incredible bursts of pleasure. It causes her to pause in her own work when the bursts come, and her tormented ears flick and wiggle like mad.
She can hear more purring too. The bed must be crowded now, as she hears it coming from all around her. Are they all here? She feels weight on her, and breasts pressing into her own, and a kiss! Another woman is on top of her, there can be no doubt.
And that kiss is returned, willingly and welcoming. Mouth open, tongue involved, deep, and pleasurable. She even moans into it.
The extra weight keeps Revy from bucking too much, and the toys go deep now, into areas that haven't been touched yet. How long are they?
Revy's hips arch! The depth feels ... amazing! She's even clenching on the toys out of reflex. Maybe they're testing how large of partners she can take?
Unlike the real thing, these can rotate, which they do, causing all sorts of new sensations. The women at her sides shudder and clench on Revy's fingers, but can keep going. They're purring so must be the staffers.. unless she's actually been servicing customers this whole time. The one on top is a good kisser, and sometimes catching Revy's tongue and tugs it out a bit.
Revy's fingers keep working, and her hips squirm as her body plays with those toys as much as they play with her. Never does she try to push them out. She also keeps up that kiss too, moaning and shivering into it, and letting her weird tongue get caught and tugged, too. Yep, she likes this place, a lot.
The women are there for the long haul, keeping up with Revy's own spasms. Sometimes they come in rapid bursts, and the operator makes note of what caused them and tries to make it happen over and over. They're definitely trying to wear her out, or make her fingers and tongue cramp. Maybe it is an initiation.
Revy tries to keep up, and keep going, but there is only so much her body can take. Eventually she does start to slow down, and her bursts come more rarely as ache overtakes. She has no idea how long she's even been at it at this point!
Once it's clear she can't handle more, the toys are withdrawn. This still leaves her in a pile of purring spotties though, who don't seem interested in leaving.
Eventually, Revy just sort of settles into the purring pile, with her own poor purring here and there too and just rests a bit. She never goes to remove the blindfold, though. Being blind during made this so much fun, and it's still leaving her with weird desires.
She does get to rest.. the purring is very sleep inducing. Her sleep is interrupted by a male mounting her though, and actually making love instead of just frantic coupling. Maybe he's just more mature. It's pleasant and comfortable, like being wrapped in a warm blanket.
And Revy ends up wrapping arms and legs around him and taking it slow. She's not worried about peaking herself, but letting the man enjoy her and peak inside her at his own pace and need. Still blindfolded, too.
Her partner takes things slow and easy, so it takes awhile for him to finish. There's a lot of face licking afterwards too! After things are finished cooling down, and rolls off of the Eeee. Someone else is on her next, but just seems to want to nurse on her. This is also comforting.
No peak for her this time, but when the guy does it still feels nice. She licks him back, and then is soon cradling the new person who nurses on her. She's starting to wonder if she should shave around her nipples some to make that easier. Weird mental state!
When the suckler gets tired, he's replaced by what feel like several small children, who just lie across Revy and purr. They probably fall asleep within a few minutes.
Revy pets them until they fall asleep, then she goes back to just relaxing, drifting, and enjoying feeling floaty and well-used. She could really get addicted to this place, especially with her hormone 'issues'.
Eventually all the purring gets to her, and Revy dozes off..
It's been a few days now since Zoltar 'captured' the spirit that was making Alptraum constantly aroused and having intense orgasms all the time. It's weird not feeling that way all the time now. It hasn't solved all of her problems though, as she still needs to see Hexen for her 'breast reduction' treatment. Apparently the swelling and lactation is due to something else.
Alptraum rubs her chest. "Why you gotta ache?" she complains at them, and the damp spots. "And leak. I'm not some sorta milkable rhugrhat," she continues to complain, sighs. She also knows she has to find the fox, and while grumbling, goes to do just that!
The camp is busy, as they've just moved to a new site. This one isn't near a town though, so they won't be setting up to perform. It's just a rest stop along their route. Hexen is probably hiding to avoid any work. So he might be in 'his' wagon, even though it's really just a cargo one.
Thankful to not be performing as binding thse stupid chest balloons is a pain. So, she's making her way through camp and trying to keep covered up some the damp spots aren't visible, as she heads towards his wagon.
The wagon is behind Hexen's parents one, so a bit out of the way. But Alptraum makes it to the door and then.. has to knock? She's never had to approach Hexen like this before, since he was always the one eager to start things. And since she's not super horny now.. what will happen?
Alptraum sighs, and ... knocks. It's either him or the rat, and the rat keeps trying to get her to move in, so...
"Who is it?" the fox's voice replies warily. "I'm.. uh.. cataloging inventory if you want me to do something else," he claims.
"Oy, ya lazy fluffbutt," Alptraum calls out. "No wonder ya never have any ladies around, you turn em away!"
There's some sounds of a fox banging into things in his haste to open the door. "Allie!" he says on seeing Alptraum. It's his latest nickname for his friend. "What brings you by? Mischief, or didya miss me?"
The banging makes her laugh a bit. The nickname does not. "Ugh, dat makes me sound like a girl," she complains in exasperation. As if the huge chest she sports and her wide hips now do not. "Figured you wouldn't mind helping wit' dese t'ings," she says and gestures at her chest.
"Oh, of course!" he says, and then steps aside and makes a grand 'you may enter' gesture.
Alptraum rolls her eyes and walks in. And her damn hips ensure she sashays as she does as if strutting and showing off. She can't not move in some sort of stereotypical sexy way, it seems, no matter how much she tries.
That strut earns her a pat on the rear from the fox, right after he closes the door. "So.. how've you been since.. y'know.." the fox asks, making a slurping sound at the end to indicate having the sex-spirit sucked out of her.
"Much less horny," Alptraum says, happily. "But dis keeps goin on, and dey hurt some," she adds and gestures to her front, and the now visible wet spots over her nipples.
"Ah.. so dat didn't go away," Hexen notes, and.. licks his lips. He then removes some things from his cot, including a pan flute and what might be sheaf of saucy drawings. He then turns on Alptraum and starts undressing her!
"Oh, you buying pervy pictures now?" Alptraum complains and gestures at some of them. "An izzat me?" she demands to know ... and seems to derail a bit when the fox starts undressing her. "Uh," she stammers.
"You look pretty close to a fox, just tall and wi' wings instead of a tail," Hexen admits, as he gets Alptraum's blouse off.. and starts on her trousers.
"Y' don't need to take dose off," Alptraum says, though she's not exactly stopping him, either.
"Um.. are you sure?" the fox asks, as he's already gotten them down around her feet so she can step out of them. "Go 'head and lie down," he says next as he begins to undress himself.
Alptraum does step out of him. She knows what he's after. "Doncha t'ink it's a bit weird, tho?" she asks as she does go ahead and actually lie down, and fidget. "Can y' not see me in any way other than something to stick yer stuff in?"
"You're my best friend!" Hexen says. "We do all sortsa stuff t'gether. This is just.. some fun, if it happens. Better to be ready, right? I mean.. you might like it. W'out your ghostly possession though.. eh, maybe nothing happen anyway." That doesn't stop him from climbing on top of Alptraum. "B'sides, I kinda love you, right? You gotta love me in some way to not have killed me by now," he reasons, and gives Alptraum a quick kiss before sliding down to deal with the matter of nursing and kneading.
"It just ... weird," Alptraum points out, "An everyone gonna insist we move in together or sumthin." The nursing and kneading is welcome because it helps alleviate the ache pretty quickly, at least. "I worry all ya t'ink about me now is .. sumthin' to hump."
There's a pop as Hexen lets go to talk. "Eh, could still do dat, just so you ain't wi' your parents forever," he notes. "And now dat yer sorta back to normal, we can go back to playing games and treasure hunting and peekin' at girls and stuff!" Then he starts on the other breast.
"Hey, y'd peek at other girls when you have dis to look at?" Alptraum argues for a moment in a weird bought of jealousy. She does have the best chest in the camp, in her mind. Even if she also hates it.
"Yer my friend though," Hexen points out while squeezing Alptraum's boob. "Other boobs are.. forbidden and mysterious.." he claims. "But yours are the best 'cuz I can do dis!" He then squeezes them together and sticks his nose in between them.
Okay, that makes her laugh at least a little. "Y'look ridiculous," she remarks and pinches one of his ears.
"I a naked fox," Hexen proclaims. "The most handsomest fox in the troupe!" Then he uses his hands to try and reach Alptraum's armpits for tickling.
"Yer the only guy fox in the troupe," Alptraum points put dryly as she struggles with him. She uses her feet to grab his butt, and she has claws.
"Yaaaah!" the fox yelps at being grabbed, and pulls his hand back to knead Alptraum's breasts to mollify her. "It still a true statement," he claims and swirls his tongue around a nipple to try and distract the Eeee from tearing his butt off.
Alptraum uses the grip to pull him up a bit more where she can grind herself on a bit of his anatomy in revenge. "Y'also stink when you do stuff like dis," she points out, even if she doesn't mind it, and maybe kinda likes it?
"Mrrrp!" the fox goes, still latched onto a nipple. Of course he responds to the grinding! He wasn't already aroused when they started after all. His tail is wagging so much it's thumping against the wall of the wagon.
There's a a lot of grinding and such, then some shifting and suddenly the fox has a part of himself enveloped into a very warm place. "Dis is whut you wanted, right?" Alptraum asks. She's not horny, but for some reason she suddenly just wanted to.
"Whahoho!" the fox yelps. "Is dis what you want? Or I gotta make you want it?" he asks. He can't move his hips while Alptraum has them in her grip! "I gotta practice getting a girl excited now that yer... not always excited."
Alptraum releases her grip on his butt finally and rolls her hips. "Yer only allowed t' do dis ... if you get yerself stuck," she says, trying to sound grumpy. She doesn't want to admit that it kinda felt good when that happened. Plus him being stuck means he can't run off and gloat.
"Well den.. hmm.." the fox goes, and then starts rolling his hips in sync with Alptraum. He isn't tall enough that he can kiss her.. so he kisses her collarbone, and massages her breasts in a less 'squeeze out the juice' manner. They've gone back down to a manageable size now, but that's still plenty big to the fox.
She tries to remain looking grumpy, even if she's enjoying it. She doesn't want him to get too big of an ego or something! Or she's just being bitchy. And at least the spirit is out so no risks should come from doing thing now in restarting anything ... hopefully. So she's now rocking in time with him and squeezing pleasantly.
Hexen really starts getting into it now, and makes little squeaking noises with each thrust. It's actually how he wheezes, which may make it less cute. But.. he feels good in there. It's not melting Alptraum's brain like before, so at least she knows it's natural pleasure.
And she's enjoying it, even if she doesn't want to admit it. Somehow, she manages to get on top at some point and is sort of kneeling over him, and ensuring he's really inside her. Maybe she wasn't joking about the getting stuck part. It also means her chest sways right over his face. And she has enough of one that they do actually sway.
So of course Hexen reaches up to grab them. It's one of his fixations, along with tails. He's really huffing and puffing (or huffing and squeaking). "Y' really want me t' get stuck?" he asks while panting. "Cuz.. it gonna happen soon!"
Alptraum doesn't answer that with words. Nope, she pushes down, really grinds, and clenches. She has no idea why she's indulging him like this, other than right now she just wanted to. He's a putz, but he's her putz.
There's a sort of wimpy bark from the fox, and he makes a weird face as he pops.. and swells, his knot locking him into Alptraum. Then he's back to panting. "Uhhh.. I sure gonna miss dis," he gasps.
Alptraum nnfs! He sure feels massive when that happens. "Whatcha mean miss dis?" Alptraum finally does ask as she lazily grinds on him.
"Oooooo," the fox moans at the grinding. "Yer a girl.. and yer growing up. Yer gonna want a real boyfriend, prolly sooner than later. And now you got that Zoltar guy. Parents be pushing you t'gether, you'll see. Or Scar if you're too scared of an Eeee. Scar's pretty cool after all, w' all his muscles and stuff."
"Oh hush, y'already know yer the most likely person fer dat," Alptraum admits, a bit grudgingly. "An I don haf ta worry about kids like I would with Zoltar. I don wan kids."
"Eh, but I can't be your boyfriend," Hexen says. "What if I finally find a vixen somewhere? Or y' mean boyfriend like for show?"
"De vixen kin just buy you from me," Alptraum remarks, "Yer worth a couple shekels."
"Hah!" Hexen laughs. "Oh.. imagine if it were t' other way around though. If I were a vixen and you were de guy, would you be my boyfriend?" the fox asks, and even tries to flutter his eyelashes.
"Yes, and I would keep you on a leash and in a locked collar," Alptraum says in a disturbing, matter-of-fact way.
"Wh.. why a leash?" Hexen asks. "Just because I be the prettiest girl in the troupe? You no trust me because o' that?"
"You might run off wit someone better. Which is like, everyone," Alptraum notes. "Prolly mimic yer mom and find a Rhian."
"I tiny!" Hexen proclaims. "Even for a pony! And you'd probably be all buff and handsome, all de towny girls swoonin' at ya and stuff."
"Hah, people are scared of me like dis. A guy no one would go near," Alptraum remarks and flops herself down on him since they're be stuck for a ... while. Also, the wagon now, well, stinks. Fox. Ugh.
"Mmmmf!" Hexen goes as he's smothered in boobage until he wiggles his face free. "D' smell keep guy away from you, which you want anyway," he declares. "Wanna look for ruins later?"
"Dagh yeah I wanna look for ruins and treasure," Alptraum comments. "Just no magical fairy princesses, dey cause problems." And if she only knew her chest pillows were due to exactly that...
Hexen squirms a bit, and admits, "I might have a treasure map."
Alptraum uh-huhs. "Like de map whatzit for the wine? Vou know hat happened last time!"
"Hey, we did find a bottle of wine!" Hexen counters. "It wasn't my fault it'd turned," he argues.
"Into something evil an nasty? Bet it saw you coming and curdled!" Alptraum insists.
"At least I offered up clothes for the fairy princess to wear," Hexen claims. "Because I'm shiver-less like dat."
"More like forced on! No one willing wear yer stinky clothing!" Alptraum argues. "Ya never wash it!"
"Well.. do you wash your clothes anymore, or does Scabitha do it for you?" Hexen asks. "Nobody lets me near the washtubs.. for some reason."
"I wash me own clothing," Alptraum insists. "Yer not allowed after dat lard incident. Yah, soap is made from fat, but you can't use fat directly! It go rancid. Ya made alla dancer outfits stink fer a month!"
"Well, this new treasure will make 'em forget all about dat mistake," Hexen claims, grinning.
"Uh huh," Alptraum says, not convinced. She also tugs to see if he's still stuck.
Hexen yeeps at the tug squeezes Alptraum's breasts in response. "Just ask 'fore pulling," he whines.
"Like you asked before getting stuck de first time?" Alptraum teases.
"Jes.. hold on," the fox says, and wiggles his rear a bit. Then he does slide out.. just before pushing back in! "Oh.. might need a bit o' grease.." he claims.
Alptraum squeaks! "Oy! Watch it!" she growls a bit at him.
"Just gotta make sure.. stuff's.. uh.." Hexen rambles, then dips his muzzle nurse a bit, in case there's any milk lift.
"Yer not gonna be able t' knock me up," Alptraum points out.
"No harm'n trying then!" the fox claims, and daringly bites Alptraum's neck.
Alptraum snorts. "Yer no vampire, and yer teeth are dull!" she teases, huffing.
With a high-pitched growl, Heven bites harder! And starts humping like a Lapi as well.
Alptraum siiighs out, and she pries his jaw off her neck, then she bend-arches herself and bites his neck! Before she gets too distracted.
"Ow! How're your teeth so sharp!" the fox yelps. It doesn't stop his hips though.
Alptraum draws blood! Also means she can't answer his question immediately. She does release though, leaving him, well, a little bloody. Her teeth pierce skin. "Y'know why, weirdo," she retorts.
"Yeah but you never bit me before," the fox whines. "Am I gonna bleed out now? Is it 'cuz I suck out all yer milk?"
"Yer not gonna bleed out, ya ninny," Alptraum retorts, "Jeeze." She kisses the bite marks, and then in spite of herself, ends up nursing on him some.
"Dat.. feel weird," Hexen says. "No' bad though." It actually makes him slow down his own hip pumping. Maybe he's losing too much blood to his brain.
Alptraum would have comments about that. She doesn't do that long, though, cuz it weirds her out a bit too, to do that.
Part of the weirdness is that Hexen tastes good. Way better than tree lizards or the occasional small hog. Once the sucking stops, Hexen redoubles his efforts at thrusting. This doesn't last for long though before he shudders. Alptraum doesn't feel anything spurting, so maybe he hadn't recharged. But that also means he doesn't plug her up again. And the face he makes is pretty entertaining too.
Alptraum struggles to not break into a gigglefit at the face he makes. "Oh gawds vou look silly," Alptraum ends up clackling.
"Doesn't.. matter.." the panting fox says before he pulls out and falls over onto his back, chest heaving. "Had.. sex.. and.. didn't.. die.."
Alptraum squeaks! at the sudden pull and reposition. "I kin fix dat second part," she growls a little at him for that! That hurt a bit!
"But.. you wouldn't know where.. to look for de.. treasure.. den!" Hexen argues for his life.
"I have that Zoltar bring back yer spirit as a pet and stick you inna lamp," Alptraum threatens.
"Also, w'out me.. uh, yer boobs just keep getting bigger an bigger," the fox claims. "Only I kin tame the savage breast!"
Alptraum aughs. She punches his shoulder for that!
"Ow!" Hexen barks, but he's grinning at the reaction.
Alptraum grumps. "So, when is dis treasure hunt, den?" she asks, changing subjects.
Hexen rolls onto his stomach, then onto all fours as he rummages through an open crate. "Here!" he declares, and pulls out a small leather-bound journal. He flips through it until he finds what he's looking for. "Outside the village o' Flerpis on Grack, dere is a pool on a trib.. tribbletary.. of the Pantsu river," he reads.
"We're not far from dat village now," Hexen points out.
"Y'know dat river is cursed, right? It steals undies," Alptraum comments. "So, what in dis pool, eh?"
"The pool of undies!" Hexen says in an excited whisper. "Ev'ry Spring, the dryads toss out dere old frillies, and dey end up in dis pool. And there are like, recipes too. For making 'em edible."
"Dat doesn't sound like much of a treasure," Alptraum points out. "Like, who wanna eat undies? Gross!"
"We sell 'em!" Hexen explains. "You don't have to eat 'em. An' wi'out these special recipes, ye can't wear them. So we'd have like all this fancy frilly stuff folks can't get nowhere else! And you.. uh.." The fox hides his face with the journal as he trails off.
"You want me t' wear em," Alptraum remarks a bit dryly. "Issat it?"
"Well.. wear 'em.. den sell 'em to guys who want to eat 'em.. because you wore 'em. Maybe get some o' the other girls to do it too," Hexen explains.
"Yeah, dat gross," Alptraum comments, "Who woul wanna eat anyt'ing I wore?" She sighs out. "Yer gonna nag me until we check it, aren't ya?"
"You'd be all sexy and stuff, and it the closest a townie kin get to having you," Hexen says, tapping the jounal with one hand. "Townies is all perverts, y'know. An even if'n dey don't want to eat 'em, dey still pay for you to.. y'know... take em' off. But it ain't burlesque cuz they're buying the outfit not payin' fer you to strip.."
Alptraum snorts. "Vou are a pervert!" she declares and even flicks his nose. "But fiiiiine, we kin go look for dis pool of a guy's delusions!"
Hexen smiles wide and promises, "You won't regret this!" He always promises that though. But he's soon pulling his pant on and saying, "We need to borrow a big basket."
"Yeah, I gonna regret dis," Alptraum mutters as she gets up and dresses too. One thing can be said for wearing a dress at least. If she leaks, it doesn't ruin her clothing. Still, she uses some of Hexan's dirty clothes to clean up with and ... drain, before dressing.
"So.. you go steal.. borrow.. one of the big baskets from de rats," Hexen says, "And I go borrow a map."
Alptraum gives Hexen a look. "Y'know dey just loan one if asked," she points out, then rolls her eyes. So, off she goes then, out the door and feeling a little less top-heavy.
The dress contains some of the musk odor as well.. as far as Alptraum can tell, anyway. The smell of soap overpowers the bit she can smell once she reaches the 'backside' of the camp, where the Skreeks make soap, candles, and other things. She spots Scar swirling a big wooden ladle through a barrel of.. something.
Alptraum waves! "Oy, hello!" she calls out. "I need ta borrow a large basket for the day, iffin dat is okay?" She's glad the soap here will help the stink issue. Guh, boy Hexen needs to bathe more.
Scar waves Alptraum closer. "Keep stirring dis, I fetch something," he says.
Alptraum looks at the yuck being stirred. She takes the spoon and, well, stirs. It's one of those times it might be better off not asking what she's stirring.
"Don't stop fer nothin'," Scar warns, and vanishes into the candle wagon.
Alptraum thinks that's a bit weird! Probably best if she doesn't stop stirring then!
Whatever it is, it's thick as porridge. It isn't long before Scar returns with a laundry basket. "How's dis?" he asks, holding up the basket.
"Dat be perfectly fine!" Alptraum declares as she keeps on stirring. "I know I shouldn't ask, but ... wut is dis?"
"Porridge," the Skreek answers. "Mushroom porridge." He sets the basket down, then comes up behind Alptraum to press up against her and look over her shoulder, which means cheek-to-cheek nuzzling. "You wanna stay over t'night?" he asks. At least he's not grinding up against her.
"Er, I be busy right now onna project, so prolly not," Alptraum claims, quickly, and trying to not squeak in the process.
"Project with Hexen?" Scar asks. Skreeks have very good noses. "Not gonna ruin the basket is it?"
"Shouldn't. Just need it to carry some junk. He found another treasure place or sumthin'," Alptraum says, "Y'know how 'e is."
"Last treasure was honey," the Skreek notes, recalling the raid on the 'bee' hive. "Be careful."
"Yah, I know 'ow goofy his plans are. But, gotta humor him cuz he a friend," Alptraum claims as she untangles herself from the rat. Over goes the stirring spoon to him, and she collects the basket.
She still gets a swat on her rear from the rat's tail before she can fully escape.
Alptraum walks away, stiff-legged! She doesn't want to tell Hexen, but the Rat's bigger than he is in certain ways, and sometimes that's, er, kinda nice and she ends up thinking about it. Once she recovers from that swat, she's hurrying along, though.
Hexen waiting at 'his' wagon, studying a cloth map. Paper and ink are expensive, so the troupe usually stitches their maps onto cloth. This also allows for colors. "Ah, you got it!" the fox yaps, swishing his tail. "Any problems?"
"Nah, Scar tried to get me t' stay over tonight, but I told 'em I was busy," Alptraum says as she holds out the basket. "But gotta promise it won't get damaged"
"Hah, no reason for yer to do dat now that the lusty-ghost is gone, right?" Hexen asks, with a hint of worry. "The village is up de road a ways. River is further from it than I thought, but we can cut across to it and just follow til we find the pool."
"What, ya worry I like bedding 'im more?" Alptraum teases and hip-checks him with a thump. "Oy, just relax, eh?" She hefts the basket back and hooks it on her wing claws for easier carry.
"More?" Hexen asks, ears going straight up. "Dat mean you do like it wi' me.. some?" he asks.
"Not sayin'," Alptraum comments, of course.
"Right.. cuz you ain't been wi' him since you stopped tingling down there alla time!" Hexen declares, grinning and trotting ahead. "It's just been me right? Or.. uh.. did Zoltar get you too?"
"Not sayin'," Alptraum repeats. "Quit bein' weird!"
"Hey, I tell you 'bout who I be with!" Hexen claims. "I not jealous, cuz.. you like me best anyway. Dat more important than.. being sexy," he rationalizes.
Alptraum rolls her eyes. "Forgetting yer undies already, eh?" she pokes at. "Because didn't you wannum because dey are sexy or something?"
"And I might get girls to wear 'em to show off," Hexen reminds. "Or get Scar maybe, if there's boy pants."
"Why not you wear em? You look kinda like a girl," Alptraum quips.
"Hips too narrow," Hexen claims, and stands up straighter. "Guys got broad shoulders and tight butts y'know." Since his clothes never fit it's hard to tell with him, but he does start swishing his tail more. "Those're important right? To girls?" he turns his head to ask.
"I ... guess? I dun think about em," Alptraum says as she shrugs. "I mean, I don't t'ink about boys in general as bein any different."
"Dat's no help!" Hexen complains. "How'm I gonna woo a girl if my best friend, a girl, doesn't even know what dey want?"
"You gotta figure it out wit' each one! We all different!" Alptraum declares.
"Did Scar do anything to woo you?" Hexen asks. "Or did he just.. go at you.. because you were all ready to hump a tree?" Alptraum's feet are beginning to get sore from tramping through the underbrush. Eeee aren't made for walking through rough terrain. But she can hear water flowing, which means Hexen probably does as well.
Alptraum grumbles. She has to carry this stupid basket or she'd just fly it. "Bit of advice, iffin you wanna woo someone, don't tell em they look ready to hump a tree," she remarks, then slugs his left shoulder.
"Ow! Well, you know what I mean!" the fox complains as he rubs his shoulder. "And no fair doing punchies, your arms are longer."
"Yeh, yer just ... stubby all over, arencha?" Alptraum retorts.
"No I ain't!" Hexen says, turning to walk backwards. "Look at my ears, and my tail, and.." SPLOOSH. The fox falls into the river. "Waaaaugh!"
Alptraum rubs her face. Yeah, that tracks. "Oy, jus ... swim!" she calls out as she untangles the basket from her wings if she has to do something about, well, him falling in!
Instead, the fox just stands up, since it's waist deep where he fell in. Still, he's soaked, and without all the floof he looks skinny as a Skreek. "Now you can't claim I don't wash me clothes," he says, putting his hands on his hips and raising his chin.
"No soap, doesn't count," Alptraum points out. "An ya look ridiculous."
"Wha? But look!" he says, and raises his arms to.. flex? "You can see my muscles now!" he claims. Although wet black fur on wet black skin in poor light really makes it difficult to see. Or possibly the lack of muscle tone to begin with.
"I see spindly stick-arms," Alptraum points out. "Mebbe y' should stop while yer ahead? Sides, we gotta find yer frillies now."
"Gotta be upstream," the fox claims, and starts wading against the current. The banks of the river are too high here for him to climb out without getting muddy.
Alptraum stays on the shore and just follows along. "Ey, why don't you just put on de frillies yerself. We didn't even need a basket," she suggests.
"Dey has to be specially treated," the fox claims. "Dat's what the journal says, anyway. Somewhere ahead, the sound of the river changes.
"Wut happens if not?" Alptraum asks. Her ears flick and pivot as she tries to make out why the sound changes.
"Dat page was missing," Hexen admits. From her higher vantage, Alptraum can soon see what's causing the change: a dam. It's made of sticks.. and branches.. and a whole small tree in one place. It's not natural but doesn't use stone or any normal building techniques. There's a broad pond beyond it. Plenty of water is filtering through, but not as much as a full stream. Maybe that's why the banks were so high.. it was the river that was low.
"Oy, it looks like a dryad sneezed and messed up de river," Alptraum comments, dryly. Unlike Hexen, who can only comment .. wetly.
"A wall?" Hexen asks once he reaches it, and tries to climb up. It's sturdy enough to hold his weight at least. "Maybe a critter built it, like.. uh.. an Akwavi."
On the other side of the dam is a mass of colorful.. stuff.
"It look like a painting barfed on de other side," Alptraum observes, helpfully, and approaches slowly. "And doesn' matter who built it, it just be dere."
"That must be the frillies!" Hexen claims as he clambers over the dam to the other side. "I hope they ain't torn up." He starts pulling up some of the lacy items to look at.
Alptraum sets her basket down and goes to see what he's pulling out. Honestly, she expects ridiculous stuff, like a doily made into undergarments. "Y'know treasure is better iffin it's like, gold," she comments.
There are a lot of colors, including black and white, but everything is bunched up. Hexen finally holds up something white, and has managed to spread it out enough to see what it is. It looks like a nightie! A fancy lace one, but not particularly frilly. "Dis one in one piece!" he calls. "Bring de basket!"
Alptraum rolls her eyes. Why do people get so excited over frilly things? Off she goes to get the basket, and does. She returns with it, looking a bit bored as she sets it down. "Looks like a useless rag t' me," she says.
"My mom has stuff like this," Hexen claims. "It's classy." He sets it down and then fishes out a pair of red lace panties. "Dis the sort of thing girls wear unner their clothes to make 'em feel fancy. I bet de Radovah's would all like this stuff!" He hands the pants to Alptraum while he tries to find a matching bra.
Alptraum holds it up, then shakes it out a bit to try it. She also sniffs it.
It smells a bit like strawberry. Not unpleasant, just unexpected.
"Weird," Alptraum comments. She puts it into the basket for now. She still doesn't see the allure!
"Aha!" Hexen claims as he comes up with a red lace bra. "Here, I think I see some black ones.." he says as he tosses the piece to the bat.
Alptraum shakes that one out too. She also holds it up in front of herself to check size.
It's hard to tell against her dress, but the stuff does feel a bit stretchy. "Check dis out!" Hexen calls out. The fox has a nose of lingerie, as he produces a black.. tube. "Lacy net stocking.. I tink. Might be gloves and stuff too."
Alptraum tosses the red one into the basket. She holds out her hand for the stocking, or glove, or whatever it is so she can see too. "Gonna try it on?" she jokes.
"What, wet?" the fox says. "I ain't got the legs for these. He digs up 'sleeves' and 'gloves' and 'collars'.. and then camisoles and shorts and more bras and panties and things that seem more open netting than clothing. The basket fills up quickly.
Alptraum does try to shake them out so they'll dry faster before going into the basket. For a treasure hunt, he sure picks dull treasures! She doesn't see the allure of flimsy clothing.
The shear amount of flowery and fruity scents even cover up Hexen's wet-fox smell. After handling so many though, Alptraum's fingers feel a little tingly.
Alptraum wiggles her fingers a bit, then not thinking it through, licks her fingers.
Some of the fruity scent also indicated flavor it seems, with each finger tasting like a different sort of berry. This is pretty novel for Alptraum, who doesn't get to taste stuff normally.
Alptraum huhs. "Weird. They taste fruity," she comments, shrugs. "Well, my fingers taste fruity."
Hexen blinks at that, and looks at his own hands before giving one a tentative lick. "Yeah.. and.. tingly," he says. "Let's get this load back t' camp."
The basket is now heavy as a load of wet laundry.
"Y'know, ya prolly didn't need me fer dis," Alptraum points out as she hefts up the basket to carry the odd 'treasure' back. She's certain that people who make clothing like this are probably weirdo guys who live with their moms.
"It wouldn't be a treasure hunt without both of us!" Hexen says, coming up behind Alptraum. "Besides, there could have been monsters." the fox notes, jinxing them. A moment later this is a low growl from deeper in the pond, and the sound of something large making a splash.
"And what, you wanted me t' beat em up?" Alptraum says, then frizzes at that sound! "Okay, time t' go!" she says and tries to run!
Having hands for feet actually comes in handy on the dam, as there are branches and such to grab onto. It's just not something Alptraum has done while upright. Her reflex is to grab stuff she might hang from. And it doesn't help that Hexen is pushing on her butt. "Uh.. just.. jump in de river!" he suggests.
"You kiddin? Ever try to swim wit wings!? Alptraum barks! She tries to get her feet to let go and go airborne while carrying that ridiculous basket!
It's a bit heavy, so she's not going far with it. "It's shallow!" Hexen calls after her as he jumps into the river. This is assuming the dam-building monster won't leave the pond of course.
Alptraum tries to fly as far as she can to at least get some ground before she has to try to run. There's a whole lot of grunting as she heaves drunkenly on her wings.
She has to land. Hexen is letting the current help him along, but it doesn't sound like the pond-creature is following them.
Alptraum looks over her shoulder as she wheezes and now runs (sort of) along the bank. "Ya pissed off de underwear boogie! Great job, Hexen! You da fox!" she wheezes!
"I irresistible," Hexen claims. "It must be a girl monster!" He is not being quiet as he splashes along, looking a spot to climb up on to the bank.
"Yer too small to satisfy a girl monster!" Alptraum calls out as she staggers and stumbles. This stupid basket is heavy.
Hexen finally finds a tree with roots going down the embankment that he can climb up. Then he shakes some of the water off. "Is de basket heavy?" he asks Alptraum. "Well.. maybe it a boy monster and it after you then," he suggests.
Alptraum stomps over and tries to thrust the basket in his arms! "Boy monster couldn't handle me," she claims as she does so. "I am indomintable!"
Hexen immediately falls over backwards under the weight of the basket (and possibly the thrust). "So.. you don't like bein' pinned down by yer hunky lover?" he wheezes.
"I haven't had one yet!" Alptraum retorts. There's a pause, then she winces. "Sorry, dat was mean."
"So Scar is all dainty and stuff?" Hexen asks, as he works himself out from under the basket and tries to lift it. "I got dis!" he claims, tilted back quite a bit in order to counterbalance the load.
Alptraum watches this for a moment, then just goes to take it back. "Yer gonna hurt yerself," she says. Given her kinds need to hunt, she is, well, reasonably strong. And might be one reason she doesn't like thinking even of herself as 'girly'.
Hexen gasps, "I.. coulda.. uh. Thanks for carrying it, Alphy.. er. Traum. Trauma Girl? Traum just don't sit well with boobs."
"Be thankful you dun have em. Course, if vou did, vou prolly never leave yer wagon again," Alptraum comments. "Lets get dis back before some underwear boogie eats us."
While hauling the load back, Hexen actually does ask. "Do you play with 'em?"
There's a period of silence after that question. "Sometimes," Alptraum admits.
Since things need to dry, that means they need a drying line. So it makes sense to go right to the laundry area. Especially as their own clothes are a bit wet and soiled from the chase. Hexen needs to put up to dry too, as his fur is now wet and matted to boot. Scabitha is already washing things, so the drying lines are hung.
"Remember, dun let anyone try these on, right? Not until dey are treated somehow?" Alptraum points out to Hexen. "An you gotta explain what dis even is. Dis all your idea! Dey already know yer a perv."
The Skreek looks over with her good eye. "Whath all thith now?" she asks. "I just gotta hang some stuff up to dry but nobody else can take it, is that alright?" he asks, in a semi-pleading tone. "Ith thath you Hethen?" Scabitha has to ask.
"Yes, Hexen vent and stole all the underwear from a nearby town," Alptraum claims. "He goin' for de title of De Panty-Pilferer. Bloomer borrower, Knickers nicker."
"Ooo, underwear?" the Skreek girl asks, having focused on that out of everything. Alptraum is pretty sure Scabitha has never had underwear. Her brother certainly doesn't use it.
"Oy, hands off. Dey cursed," Alptraum claims and tries to keep her away from the basket.
"Not just underwear!" Hexen claims. "An' I didn't steal it from town! I stole it from a great big monster that could bite through trees!"
"Ve didn't even see de monster," Alptraum corrects.
"We heard it, and we saw what it built," Hexen notes. "Dese are special magical frillies, gotta be.. de-enchanted or something. There's a recipe. But prolly need to dry first."
Scabitha looks at the basket, then to the available line space and pegs. "Dry on wagon roof," she suggests.
"So he claims. Prolly got dat book from Drunk Stu," Alptraum mutters. She's back to looking through what was collected, moderately curious. She pauses, then nods. "Less attention dat way too."
"Oh, dat make sense, yeah.." Hexen says, as if he just forgot how everyone usually dried their clothes when on the road. But really because he's never had to do it before. "Plenty o' space up there!"
"Come on captain soggy," Alptraum quips, "Back t' yer stinkwagon t' dry dese things." And ... off she goes.
The stinkwagon has the typical curved roof, and it's just a matter of Hexen handing things to Alptraum to spread out on top. "I think summa these bras would work w' you, Traum, now you got those slits in your wings."
"Yeh, mebbe," Alptraum admits, halfheartedly. "Ya really wanted all dis stuff jus' t' get me innit, didn't you?"
"You couldn't wear the camisoles w' your wings," Hexen says, handing up an example of that garment in reach of Alptraum's foot. "But if you wear some, den I bet the other girls will want to as well!"
"I really hope you don't see me like ... as a t'ing t hump an nothing else, yannow," Alptraum calls down as he lays out more of the weird stuff.
"Yer my partner!" Hexen says. "And.. and someday you gonna actually really turn girly and den I lose you," he laments. "So we gotta have as much fun together as we can until then!" He hands up a pair of white panties that already feel pretty dry.
Alptraum of course peers at them a bit.
They feel light, lighter than cloth. But not flimsy. They look like the sort of lace you get with doilies, except up close they aren't woven or anything, just one unbroken, stretchy piece.
Alptraum thinks they'd fit lots of people given how weirdly stretchy it actually is. She even sniffs it, and blinks. Maybe the smell messed with her, but before she really thinks about it, she's pulling those white panties on.
They fit.. perfectly. Maybe because of their elastic nature, but they don't feel tight. They barely feel like she's wearing anything.. but they do cause a pleasant tingle. But nobody can see them under her dress. It's in the way!
Alptraum wiggles her hips. Huh. They actually feel kind of nice! The tingly is pleasant too. Still, she remembers this was supposed to be dangerous, so ... she tries to remove them before something bad happens.
But.. does she really have to? Isn't it her other clothes that are the problem? She used to feel nice down there all the time.. for awhile. It's not as bad as that, just nice, so how bad could it be?
Alptraum finds herself stripping off her clothing because ... she feels like they're a problem? That has to be it. And the other stuff looks nicer, so she's soon trying to find matcing parts to complete an entire look! Something for every part! Chest, legs, arms, neck! Whatever she can find that goes with what she has on now.
There's a white bra, and net-like sleeves and socks.. and a garter and gloves..
With everything on that is workable (none of the stuff is made for wings), Alptraum feels.. very nice. Euphoric! And sexy. Like, really really attractive and desirable, even to herself.
The sleeves and leggings go on first! Easy, after all. Choker and garter follow too, as she slips things on while conveniently forgetting they're supposed to be dangerous! And the bra goes on last since it requires threading through her wings.
Alptraum sits herself down on the roof and starts, well, feeling herself up! "Y'know, I don't see why it said dese vere dangerous," she comments down. "Dey feel great!"
"Huh?" Hexen says. Then he climbs the ladder on the back. "Wha.. you put them on?" the fox asks, surprised. "Dey do look nice.. why are you.. uh.. what're you doing there?"
"Wha do vou mean?" Alptraum asks while she's pushing her breasts together and up. She dips her head down and licks her own cleavage. To the point she pushes her tongue down between them.
Soon the foxes hands are on her as well, brushing over her stockinged legs. As scruffy as Hexen looks right now, it still feels good. He really should clean up though, even if Alptraum deserves the attention.
"Vou need t' clean up iffin you want more of me," Alptraum says, voice lower, more sultry. She even licks over her lips.
"We could take a bath together," Hexen suggests. The know the stuff won't get ruined if wet.
Alptraum grabs the fox, throws him over her shoulder and glides down to the ground! Then she's now carrying him off to one of the bathing areas! She even feels like growling in victory, or something. But no, she just sashays far too much, butt in full sway-swing, and Hexen gets to watch.
Hexen yips nervously on the flight down! He's never been carried off before, or in the air. "Hey.. so.. uh.. umm.. is this gonna be like a sponge bath or.." he stammers.
"Yer gonna get thrown in pool of water, ya weirdo," Alptraum quips. "Instead of jus walkin in. So, basically de same thing as normal, just wi tossin'."
The washtub is full, but also occupied by Scabitha at the moment. Probably the only member of the troupe that wouldn't be bothered by Hexen's stink, since she can't smell.
And without even warning Hexen, Alptraum just flops him into the tub to join Scabatha! Such romance.
"Blah!" Hexen says when he comes back up. "I still wearin' m' clothes!" he notes, only for Scabitha to reach around from behind him and start pulling his shirt off! "Ackthp!" the fox says in surprise.
"Was' all the ruckus?" Scar calls from where he's taking down laundry from the lines.
"Jus bathin' an idiot," Alptraum calls out before she clambers into the water too!
It's definitely crowded, but it helps when Scabitha stands up and.. holds Hexen upside-down to try and get his pants off.
Alptraum helps, of course. Mostly by pulling on the fox.
"Auuugh!" Hexen cries. "Dis not how I always imagined this would go!"
"Stop readin' weird books, den," Alptraum retorts.
"Y'know I don't reeeeead!" the fox complains, falling against Alptraum once the pants come free.. and go flying over Scabitha's shoulder. "No throwing dirty laundry!" Scar complains and comes over. "What're you wearing dere, Traum?" he asks.
"Weird stuff Hexen insisted on gettin! Feels nice on, tho!" Alptraum claims.
"Fancy," Scar says, and sniffs Alptraum's choker, and even gives it a lick. "Ugh.. tongue tingles.." he notes.
"Yah it does dat. Prolly not a good idea to lick it," Alptraum claims. Granted the tingle between her legs is nice and she's not gonna complain about that!
Hexen still.. kind of struggles. He's been stripped and is trapped between the two women now, fully drenched.
Alptraum grabs Hexen's nose! "old still you weirdo," she says.
"Aww," Hexen says. No more squirming up against the girls!
"So.. why you givin' mister looks-weird-when-wet a bath like dis?" Scar asks. "Is it.. punishment or reward?"
"Both, becuz he been pesterin' me!" Alptraum claims. She's back to, well, fondling herself.
"Eh, here," Scar says, and helps with the fondling to free up Alptraum's hands. "Hey.." Hexen starts to say, but then Scabitha pulls him back against her, which causes his ears to flap down into his face as his head get wedged between her breasts.
Alptraum laughs. "Well, dat gotcha to stop complaining!" she comments at Hexen. Her attention shifts to the rat, though as she asks, "What are ya doing' dere?" She looks pointedly at where she's being fondling.
"Gettin' my hands tingly," the rat says. "Is you tingly everywhere?" he asks, and gives the bat a deep kiss.
"Just where de stuff is .. " she tries to say before she's rattus-interruptus.
"Does it help if'n it's rubbed?" Scar asks, and rubs the bra. "Just wait til I'm dry again," Hexen says, while he's been soaped up by Scabitha. "And kin see."
Alptraum is now squirming! "It makes it worse," she complains as she does so. She grits her teeth and tries to see if she can even remove a part of that clothing at all at this point.
It's tight, and peels away from the fur just fine, but sticks a bit at the nipple. A stronger tug reveals tiny sucker-tipped tendrils connecting it to the nipple, and there's a sudden pleasant surge, like a defense response to prevent further removal.
Alptraum mmph! But spotting the weird attachments is motivating to try and get it off! She grits her teeth in the pleasant surge and tries to force herself to get it off!
It does hurt a bit, and.. is there some blood? Yes, little spots of blood where the suckers detach. It's.. vampiric lingerie?
Alptraum flings it away! That helps trigger some panic and she's quickly pulling at the choker, then arm covers and so on! She doesn't dare go for the undies until she can get the other stuff off first!
"Hey, calm down dere," Scar says. "Don't hurt yourself. I got a knife," he offers.
"No cuttin," Alptraum says quickly. She's worried what that might trigger! So it's all about stripping them off in one piece!
The tendrils haven't gotten through the fur yes in most places, which makes it easier for the sleeves and stockings, but it's going to be more difficult for the gloves. The choker comes off, exposing all the wiggling suckers.
Sleeves off! Choker off! Stockings off! Gloves next. "'Here, help pull dese off," she tells the rat as she works om her hands.
"Dey sticky!" Scar notes, but the do peel off and leave some speckling on her palms.
Alptraum shakes her hands out and dips them in the water. Okay, so that leaves the panties. This worries her, but ... she doesn't want to wait that long! Soon she's working on those too! "I keel you later," she grumbles at Hexen.
"You put them on! I tol' you dey gotta be prepared," Hexen counters.
The soapy water helps.. but there's that final pull to detach them her from exposed sensitive bits. At least it doesn't hurt, but instead causes an orgasm.
Alptraum goes augh! But, she got them off! Victory, if embarrassing. "I dun care how you treat 'em, I never wearing dis crap again!" she wheezes at Hexen.
"So it ain't like poison ivy issit?" Scar asks. "She ain't gonna swell up and be itchy?" While nothing itches, Alptraum is still feeling tingly. So maybe something was transferred.
"I feel a bit weird, an dat worries me. Iffin I swell up imma shaving dat fox bald," Alptraum grumbles.
Alptraum is also now checking her hands out in more detail since she can get them closer to her eyes.
The specks of blood are tiny, like needle punctures. A quick lick might clean them off completely.
Alptraum tries wiping them off on something instead of licking them. Licking might cause other issues.
"Hey, what.. uh.." Hexen says when the blood is wiped off on him. His eyes open and look dilated, and he starts grabbing for Alptraum.
"Oy! Hands to yerself!" she barks as she tries to dodge his grabbing.
Scar sniffs, then lightly bites Alptraum on the neck.. where the choker was. "Tastes.. good.." he mumbles. Dodging back from Hexen put her right into the rat's grasp!
Alptraum tries to squirm away! "Yer all bein' weird!" she declares. What wrong wit you?
It doesn't help that she still feels tingly. And then Hexen is licking her.. down there. She's stuck between the two, at least while she's in the tub.
There's mostly a lot of squirming! She isn't thinking clear enough to get away, alas. Why does everything always backfire on her?
Scar soon pulls her completely out of the tub! She's half soaked, and the all-soaked Hexen is clambering out as well. "Awww," Scabitha bemoans.
"Waaaah!" Alptraum blurts out and even flails some! "No my fault!"
The bat is then carried, despite her flailing, and pushed up against the side of a wagon, and then gets another deep rat kiss.
Alptraum blurf! This is not her fault! Nor her plan! She's gonna KILL Hexen later for this! Right after ... Okay, soon she's kissing back.
Scar pulls up Alptraum's legs to wrap around his hips while maintaining the kiss. And somehow gets his pants down just using his feet. Hexen is hopping around and yipping during this.
Alptraum is wondering what is going on with the fox?! He's acting weird! Plus, there's the other rat there too! In the tub! They're all acting weird! WEIRD!
The bat feels a sudden.. well, thrust.. and then she's got a rat deep inside of her, with his hands kneading her butt as he starts to bounce her up and down.
There's a squeak from that! Especially from the bat in shock! That she didn't expect to happen so suddenly. But soon it feels so good to the point she can't really think clearly again.
And she's right out in the open, if anyone else comes by! But this is the rats' domain, which gets very few visitors. And when Scar moves from kissing to biting the choker-zone it feels really good too. Hexen is still there.. rubbing her legs from behind the rat, where the stockings were.
This is getting beyond ridiculous! She's gonna have to move outa camp and live on her own at this rate! People are all going nuts. NUTS! Speaking of nuts, she's now thinking about rat ones.
Scar is bigger than Hexen, which feels nice once she gets used to it again. It's not like the last time, where every move made her explode.. it just feels really nice. She can actually focus on the sensation and feel this time.
Enjoying it is fine and all, but they're in public! And she really doesn't want to get known as the camp slut. Even if she's currently enjoying that role. I mean, who wants to be a wanton slut?
But.. it was the weird lingerie, surely! She can prove it by getting someone else to wear it and see how they react. It's not her fault. Nobody saw her carry off Hexen, did they? Nobody talks to Scabitha, and Scar has his own reasons for defending Alptraum.
No one will believe 'the underwear made me do it!' excuse. That's just silly. She's also going to put hot peppers in Hexens pants for this. He wanted to go get these the damn things.
But he also told her they weren't safe to use yet, and she put them on anyway. After the first piece, she felt compelled to add more. It was like some sort of addictive drug! One that naturally leads to being screwed by a rat against the side of a wagon.
Now Scar is nursing on her while thrusting, which pulls her breast around because of the bouncing.
Doesn't matter! It's gotta be all the fox's faulty somehow! And with that change up, now she can't even think about that anymore.
It's a nice ride for several minutes before she feels Scar fountain. The bouncing stops soon after that. Can he not just keep going and going now that the 'curse' has been removed? It's not like he could be tired out - he carries water barrels!
At least after that and a bit of not moving means she can start thinking a little more again. And she's trying to figure out where the fox went now. ... And if he's causing more trouble.
Scar finally lets Alptraum down onto her own feet.. only for her to be pulled away by Hexen!
Alptraum yipes! She of course ends up on her hands and knees all of a sudden, and quite vulnerable! "What are you doing?!" she squeaks!
"Traum!" Hexen barks.. and is right up against the bat's exposed rear since she's on her knees. He's smaller than Scar, but still.. filling, as he soon proves. He's also a lot more aggressive, maybe because of the slight extra padding available in that position.
"Oy! You kin ask first! Botha you could!" Alptraum barks out in shock. Right up until sensations kick in, then she's finding it hard to complain. Or really, even think again. Yep, she's gonna have to move away and change her name.
"Y' wanted me to!" Hexen claims, panting. "After the bath," he adds as he humps rapidly, hands grabbing Alptraums hips. He's digging his claws in where the panties were, which causes weirdly pleasant sensations.
There are moments of her making sounds like 'ow'! and then moments of just moaning. It has to be something to do with that stupid clothing. She's gonna insist it all be burned after this!
Well, she does like it a bit when she's with Hexen anyway.. she just doesn't like admitting it to herself. Hexen's schemes don't usually end like this though - since he's clearly happy.
Sure, but if she ever told him she enjoyed it, his ego would be worse! He'd be insufferable! She has to keep him on a leash of a sort just to keep him out of really bad trouble, after all. She doesn't even like admitting to being a girl, either; much less an attractive one.
It's hard to deny it as the weight on her chest shifts and moves and bobs from the almost desperate thrust of the fox. Luckily or not, Hexen doesn't have a lot of staying power. And soon he has to stop because he's stuck and making whining sounds. "Gods above and gods below," he gasps. "I dunno what came o'er me there," he claims.
"It be dat stupid clothing you just had t' get. We should burn it all! It be evil!" Alptraum wheezes out. Also basks, but she's not going to show that if she can avoid it. She's embarrassed enough.
"Just gotta dry 'em out and follow de rest of the instructions," Hexen pants. "Dey worth a lot. But.. uh.. you don't wanna be the model now?"
"Not unless dey can be proven t' be safe! Not after dat will I dare touch em until dey safe," Alptraum insists. "I'd sooner stuff you innem!"
"I kin test em first," Hexen promises. Scabitha comes over with a towel, and tries to dry the pair off while they're stuck together, even though Alptraum will probably need a bath after this anyway. It makes for a floofy Hexen, which Alptraum can't really see from this position.
Alptraum has to balance and rub her face. Which is hard to do dur to her upper chest weight! Gah, so unbalanced sometimes. And a bath would be good, she needs a rest after all this ridiculousness. This time Hexen's scheme backfired on her.
She's not going anyway soon without dragging the fox along with her. But dragging him would probably hurt him if she tried.
Alptraum isn't going to drag him, she'll just, well, wait it out. So, she lowers her head down and rests her forehead on her forearms to rest a bit ... while her backside remains up.
It's not the best position to rest in. Probably not the best for the fox to be stuck in either. "Uh oh, did the spirit get loose?" a new voice asks. "I was sure it was locked up still this morning." It's Zoltar, of course.
"No, it was frilly underwear," Hexen claims.
"No," Alptraum grumbles, "De idiot on mah back wanted to collect magical undies, that backfired horribly on me."
"Magical?" Zoltar asks, goes to actually pick up the bra from the ground. "What do they do?"
"Mays ya horny iffin you wear it, and den irresistible to anyone nearby dat touches you," Alptraum says. "Do not put dat on!"
"Really?" the bat asks. "Dat seems.. wait are these plants?" He actually bites on it.
"No! Don't do dat!" Alptraum squeaks!
Zoltar stops, and looks at Alptraum. "So, these are dryad parasites, I think. Didn't know they work on people too."
"I gotta book that tells how t' make em into regular clothes," Hexen explains. "That you can also eat."
"Dey sure worked on me!" Alptraum growls. "And I no dryad!"
"But you're also kinda magical," Zoltar says, and comes to sit on the ground in from of Alptraum. "How you feeling now? Has it worn off?"
"Lil tingly still," Alptraum admits, "But no as weird as I did earlier."
"Could try to squeeze the juice outta them," Zoltar suggests.
"Outa what? I had dat crap on all over," Alptraum complains.
"Out of the underwear," Zoltar says. "Unless it got into your milk," he suggests, then reaches under Alptraum to feel one of her breasts, which does still tingle.
"Wah! Dat feel weird!" Alptraum whines. "Kin you just remove em completely?"
"That doesn't work," Zoltar says, kneading to see if the milk comes out.
After a few drops, not much else. "Ey, I had dose drained a while ago," the bat mutters. "Doubt ya get much outa dem. You sure you can't remove em?"
"No, breasts on a girl are normal," Zoltar says. "I'm not a surgeon, I'm a medium."
"You vould change yer toon iffin you haddem," Alptraum claims. "Or ya might never leave home."
"I'd be an awesome girl," Zoltar claims, and keeps kneading that breast. "If you were a boy, you'd be all over me."
"Hah!" Alptraum claims.
"I could see that," Hexen claims. "If I were a girl Traum'd be all over me too. Just look at how sexy my mom is. I'd be the hottest thing fer miles," the fox boasts.
"Mebbe I find a way to turn you all into girls, den! Yah keep sayin' I magical, so vatch out!" Alptraum warns.
"So, you got a secret crush on me or anything?" Zoltar teases Alptraum, while he still has her boob in hand. "I'm the only unrelated Eeee guy here, after all. And handsome!"
"Eh," Scar responds. "I'd be the best boyfriend for her."
"Hah! I'm a free spirit! No crushes on anyone," Alptraum claims, sighs. "An mebbe I go live in my wagon until I kin move away from allaya."
"You like me though," Scar claims and flexes. He's very muscular compared to.. well, anyone Alptraum knows.
"As a friend," Alptraum says. "Oy, come on. I be more den a good body. And how much do any of ya know about be? Nothin' dats what."
"I see you fly, I see you so bored you follow a fox into silly things," Scar says. "You need more friends, more stuff to do, an' protections for townies."
"I've always been her best friend!" Hexen counters. "Since before she was a girl!"
"'Ow old am I? Where wus I born?" Alptraum asks all of them. "Wat be my deepest secret, hmm? Vhy do people avoid me?"
"Sixteen!" Hexen claims. "Mebbe! You were born.. uh.. before you joined the troupe so I don't know where. I can't say your secret. You kinda shy away from folks. Why people avoid me? I dunno! People are weird. They afraid of kids or something."
"I tink it's your odor," Scar tells Hexen.
"Yah, but kids don' usually get beaten an have a wing broken by an adult fer just trying to help dere daughter have a good day fer once," Alptraum growls softly. "Even in dis groupa weirdoes most people are wary of me. Y'all know somethin' is not right wit me, jus' like everyone else does. Dagh, even dis new guy knows Somethin' is 'off'. An prolly why dose stupid clothes worked on me."
"I think it makes you interesting," Zoltar says.
"Eh, nobody even talk to us," Scar says, indicating him and his sister. "Don't even want Scabitha to move around de camp. We all outcasts. Don't want no Skreeks showin' during 'town time', makin' townies think we thieves."
"I deal with spirits, so.. yeah, I got de same issue Alptraum does," Zoltar admits. "People need us but don't want to see us."
"Eh, I t'ink de simplest answer t' most of it is I be some sort of monster," Alptraum says, flatly. "An dey already know ve thieves. I always watched vhen I am around dem, or running games. An some townie sherriffs haf been downright hostile." She huffs a bit at Zoltar too. "Yah, welcome fer some t'inks, until it pass, den go back inna hole and no come out. Crappy life."
"But.. well.. we have eachother," Zoltar says. That's when Hexen pops out, falling on his butt.
Which means Alptraum can sit upright, and hide more in her wings. "Not iffin allaya keep treatin me so weird," she says, "Y'all right now even actin' like Imma t'ing."
"We all affected by that.. plant?" Scar claims. "But I still kinda love you too," he admits. "You need to be loved."
"She my friend, you can't just.. say that!" Hexen yelps.
"Vou lust," Alptraum says, "No de same as love."
"You do need to come to terms with your femininity," Zoltar says. "Why do you fight it so much?"
"Lust doesn't have kissin'," the rat claims. "You see now that that.. whatever-it-was spirit thing is gone."
"Cuz I don't like how people treat me vhen dey just see a body an no de person," Alptraum points out. "Fluffbutt 'ere knows me better den anyone an even he now treats me differently."
"Hey, you come to me to deal with yer boob problem," Hexen says. "You can't blame me for what dat.. makes me feel," the fox says in a hurt voice. "And we go on an adventure and you complain all de time."
"Yer latest adventure involved getting frilly undies vou wanted me to model," Alptraum points out.
"So we could sell dem!" Hexen says. "You were into it too, but then you put some on before dey were ready and got all.. weird! You carried me off!"
"Okay, dat part wuz my fault," Alptraum admits.
"So.. you don't like me?" Scar asks dejectedly.
"Course I like you as a friend! I jus' don wanna boyfriend right now. It too weird," Alptraum admits.
"But you alright to hang out, take baths together an stuff?" Scar asks. "Still want me to scare off de guys dat hang around your wagon after you perform?"
"I can be scary!" Hexen claims. "And yeah, Traum doesn't need no boyfriend yet."
"Sometimes, yah. Unless dey look like me, cuz even I dunno vhere I was born," Alptraum admits. "So, tryin' to find it."
"Like shrine maidens?" Zoltar asks.
"Like wha?" Alptraum asks.
"Shrine maidens," Zoltar says. "You're obviously a shrine maiden for Sunala, Protector of the Dead."
"De what huh?" Alptraum asks. "Never 'eard o' dis."
"What do the dead need protecting from?" Hexen asks.
"You see her symbol on gravestones," Zoltar explains. "Though.. you move around. What do you do with your dead?"
"Burn dem so dey don't get turned into zombies," Alptraum says.
"Well, Sunala keeps the buried ones from being turned into zombies," Zoltar explains. "She the one that cancels out necromancy. So if you touch a zombie, it probably turn back into a corpse."
"Uhhh, kinda," Alptraum admits. "Dey avoid me."
"So your mere presence protects everyone from the undead and evil spirits," Zoltar suggests, rubbing his chin. "But you also can attract spirits for some reason. Must be a reason, unless the spirits are special somehow. Or divine."
"Or jus' veird," Alptraum mutters. "Plenty of dat."
Scar suddenly hugs the wing-wrapped Eeee. "Nuttin' wrong w' weird," he claims. "I mean, we're gypsies. Everyone who live in a town think we're weird."
"Anyvey, should get a bath m'self, and some real clothing," Alptraum says. "Mebbe Zoltar and Hexen should deal with the cursed undies of doom so if things go veird, it would be funny."
"I get bath ready," Scabitha says. Hexen decides to hug Alptraum too, a bit lower due his height. She's still a bit damp under the wings.
"Maybe you need to go on a 'date'," Zoltar says.
"T'anks," Alptraum tells Scabitha. "As fer you two ... mebbe I kin bathe alone? Before anything more veird happens."
"I'll.. I'll go collect the dainties and bring 'em back to the roof, an find your clothes," Hexen says, finally letting go of Alptraum.
"I was hoping to get a bath when I came over," Zoltar says. "But I can wait."
Alptraum nudges Zoltar. "Help 'im, eh? He needs lookin' after," she says. "Good guy, just kinda ... trouble magnet-y."
"I thtay to thcrub yer back?" Scabitha asks.
"Perhaps he's a strange attractor," Zoltar ponders. "I'm not sure how to test for that though." He does follow the fox as requested.
"Vou kin stay. No guys," Alptraum says.
"Alright," Scar says.. but then picks up Alptraum and carries her to the tub.
Alptraum pats Scar's head. "No poutin'. I still like yas," she says.
The rat lowers her into the tub, and smiles after the words. "Mebbe you just need a shrine to.. maiden. And that make stuff feel right for you," he says.
"Mebbe? Vho knows? Just don wanna people chasin me wit' pitchforks," Alptraum says.
"Well, if you ever want my pitchfork, just ask," the rat offers before kissing Alptraum on the top of her head and wandering off.
"I jealouth," Scabitha says, handing Alptraum the lumpy soap.
"Of vhat?" Alptraum asks as she takes the soap, and well starts soap-scrubbing herself like crazy to see if it makes the tingles go away.
It makes the tingles stronger while she does it, since scrubbing is a lot of pressure. "Guyth into you," the rat says. "I got nithe body, but.." She just gestures to her damaged face. "Hexen get hot 'n bothered, thend him to me. I like him. He'th cute n' cuddly."
"De attenion isn' all dat great vhen it's no about vou, just an image," Alptraum points out. "And yer welcome to spend time wit him too. He kinda randy a lot."
"He all alone, we never thee other foxeth," Scabitha says, and pulls Alptraum's hair to the side to scrub her back. "You really hith only friend?"
"Yah, pretty much," Alptraum admits. "Same age more or less, both kinda veird. Ve get along fine. It was nicer vhen he dodn't look at me wit lust alla time, but."
"Thorry you have to deal with dat," the rat says. "But, boyth get urges at thith age. And.. vell.. he only hath you who will thpend time with him. I get urgeth! You don't, now that you cured?"
"Hasn' been dat long since alla dat removed. But I bet dere are urges still. I just .. don' want it too be de focus of everything, yannow?" Alptraum says before she dunks under to rinse off.
"Tho it'th not any fun?" Scabitha asks, and starts to brush Alptraum's hair out. "Fun ith fun, right? If I had like.. a really good mathk that make me look normal, I'd have ath much fun ath I could. What you normally do with Hexen anyway?"
"Oh, it be fun. But iffin ya do dat too much you git a bad reputation," Alptraum points out. "I vant to be known fer more den just being de camp hump."
"What you want to be known ath then?" Scabitha asks.. and starts to braid Alptraum's hair. Which is kind of relaxing.
"Good performer? Musician? Something better den a whore," Alptraum says as she settles in to relax. She even closes her eyes.
"You ain't a whore," Scabitha claims. "You got pothethed. It happenth. Thingth got wild for a bit. My brudder changed after meetin' you. Lotth.. happier. Guyth get lonely eathily. And now I got a girlfriend, so.. I not thorry for any of it."
"Seems t' happen t' me a lot, tho. I ain't natural, even Zoltar said it," Alptraum points out. "Jus hope nothing really bad happens, yannow?"
"Yeah, we all do," Scabitha says and starts humming a tune as she braids. It's a bit whistling at times, but still seems like a lullaby. The tingling has finally stopped, and the water is still warm and comfortable.
Alptraum has kept her eyes closed for now, just relaxing into, well, relaxing? Quiet drifting sort of peace in the warm water, a good ease away from all the weirdness and tingling of earlier. Thank goodness. That was crazy and a half. And she still doesn't know why she stupidly tried that stuff on, either. Sometimes apparently her subconscious wants to get her in trouble.