Weight, warmth and purring. This is what Revy wakes up to. And darkness, since she's still blindfolded. She can't really move either, other than squirming. Her wrists are crossed behind her head, and bound together as well as to something that prevents her from moving them. Her legs are spread and stretched, with something around her ankles that's keeping them stretched. And worst of all it feels like there's just one Savanite cuddling her.
There's a bit of squirming as she tests her position. Secure, it seems, but not in any uncomfortable way, just ... restrictive. And exposed, given the spread of her legs. That makes her feel a bit flushed and, oddly excited. Which is in itself weird. Shouldn't she be worried? She doesn't feel worried. "Hello?" she calls out after a bit to the one cuddling her. Just one? Hmf!
This gets her a nuzzle on the cheek in response. She's going to need to identify the staff my scent at this rate.
Revy actually tries to sniff the person too, and use the sounds in the room to try and map them out if she can. "Why am I tied up?" she asks.
She feels a palm against her belly, and fingers moving. It's hard to read the signs, but they get repeated. Revy finally understands them as 'for fun'.
Revy laughs a little. "Okay, I admit it's kinda fun," the bound bat admits, grinning a little too. "Being so vulnerable."
She feels the cheetah retreat, mainly because they have to move across her leg to get off of the bed. Then the door opens and closes. She doesn't hear anyone else in the room with her. She feels a little cooler without the purring blanket though.
Revy makes some ticking sounds as she sounds out the room, trying to map it while bound and blindfolded, building out its shape in her mind and where she roughly is in it. She assumes it's the same room, but ... who knows?
It seems to be the same one, or else all of the rooms are the same. After some time the door opens, and she can hear two people enter, with different footsteps. She then feels the mattress shift as someone heavy gets on it with her.
"Hello?" Revy says, her voice tinged with both nervousness and some excitement. "Who is there?" she asks as she squirms about within the confines of the things securing her down.
"Shhh," she hears. "Slaves don't speak," an Eeee voice says. A rough tongue brushes across Revy's nipple, disturbing the barbell a bit. That identifies who is on the bed with her at least.
Revy inhales sharply. Just being called a slave makes her shiver. She quiets down and just sort of nods instead. The lick of her nipple, well, that makes her arch too, and sort of squeak.
This cat is a teaser. More slow licks, then a bite catching on the jewelry and tugging. A hand begins to kneed the opposite breast, and then the purring starts in earnest. It's deep, and Revy can feel it vibrate her ribs.
"Mmgh," Revy murmurs, her back arching in an attempt to follow that pull. Ugh, she feels so excited right now! And squirmy! Jaws part, and she even gasps. Her body squirms too, pulling at that which holds her.
The teat is released, and the tongue starts on her throat, almost grooming. Then comes the teeth! This Savanite is big enough that he can fit Revy's entire neck between his jaws. And he squeezes with those jaws.
Revy's lips draw back from her own teeth in shock. She also leans her head back to expose more of that throat. She's also otherwise now deathly silent and still.
The cat seems to be seeing just how far he can squeeze before Revy complains. She can really feel the sharpness of those teeth as they dimply her skin, just short of drawing blood. The hand that was squeezing a boob slides down to suddenly cup her down between her legs.
At some point Revy does start to whimper from the biting, though she avoids using words! That that cupping hand finds the bat very warm down there, and rather damp, sticky, and fragrant. Very aroused.
The teeth do bear down until there's some bleeding, only to release so the tongue can lick up the drippings while the cat swings over on top of the Eeee. She can feel something hard brush over her stomach during the maneuver. Then it's squeezing into her!
There's a whine from the bite, and she can feel the skin break. She's done similar to others before, after all. It makes her gasp out. The touch of something hard gets her mind racing. She suspects she knows what that is. And whether she's right or wrong she's suddenly being filled by it. She gasp-whines out and tries to push back to 'assist' its squeeze in.
It's a slow process. This one is the biggest yet, it feels like, even with the lubrication. Or maybe the slow pace is deliberate. She also gets licked on the nose before she feels lips touch hers.
There's the urge to rush it, and the need to hold herself back. There's a tremble in those hips as she slowly pushes back, feeling every bit of its shape and size as it becomes part of her. And then the touch of those lips, her head tilts just a little and she kisses back the stranger willingly, lusting, really.
Finally her partner is all the way inside and begins to move his hips. He's only connected at her hips and at her lips, so is probably hunching over to manage that. He's a pretty good kisser too, and Revy can taste something fishy on his breath. A slave getting actual fish and not bugs? Must be a high-end slave.
Odd taste, but not unpleasant comparatively! Her head arches up as she returns that kiss. Her hips roll in time with his too; with how he took her, he feels huge, and it's lovely. She's urging him on with clenching and push-rolls of her own.
There's not a lot of give for clenching! But the Savanite takes it as a request to go a little harder now. This is really stretching things.. namely Revy's legs, since there's not a lot of slack in her restraints.
There's a lot of squeaking and soft groaning when the Savanite goes a bit harder. Mmph, being blind and secured and being taken by someone unknown is making it somehow better. It feels incredibly intense and intimate. Scary and sublime.
Now she feels his body come down against her, which means her chin is up against his collarbone. He's going a lot faster now, nearly straight in and out by using his back more than his hips.
The bat is soon moaning a lot more, and that which holds her creaks a bit more. All her focus goes to trying to match and sync to his movements and the sensations build in intensity. When some senses are cut off, others feel a lot more intense, it seems. And right now, the contact is what feels the most intense.
Soon everything syncs up between the two, and it becomes that much more intense. Which is pushes Revy past her plateau, even if her partner is still steaming ahead.
And due to his work, the explosion of sensations ripples through her, radiating out from her gate. Thoughts are minimal, it's all about riding that sensation and staying in it. It's an intense sort of bliss and she sinks herself into it.
It's distracting enough that she misses when the big cat fountains. Or at least when he starts to. He must have been a bit pent up.
It takes a bit until she feels an inrush of heat past her gate, when there is enough within her she can feel it spread. That elicits an arch up and a muffled moan of delight.
There's some cuddling.. which makes Revy feel a bit like a child, despite the circumstance. Maybe it's having her forehead licked that's doing it.
Revy is breathing hard and basking in the euphoric sensations. She's even sort of purring a bit, even if she feels like a child. Right now, she's quite happy where she is and even being so, well, secured.
The heavy purring continues for awhile, but then the cat begins to withdraw. It takes some tugging for him to get free though.
There's actual whining when the cat withdraws, and Revy does her utmost to keep in inside as long as possible. But once he's out, she feels rather empty.
This doesn't last for long. And she also doesn't feel stretched out or loose when her next suitor slides in. This one is definitely an Eeee though, probably the one who spoke earlier. He also starts a bit slow, and has a bit of a paunch that presses against her belly.
Revy figures, older male Eeee, a bit fat. Not quite her type, but she can't see him so lets her mind run a bit with more fantastical images, and ... ends up imagining a Bargorphat taking her? She has strange things she finds attractive and arousing, that's for sure. She tries to clench down on him too, and roll her hips in time.
This gets him rocking his hips as well. He's got a slight wheeze. Is it a kink that he follows his slave? Or is it just a sort of prophylactic? How often does this place have an Eeee on staff anyway?
Revy doesn't worry too much on it; she knows she can't get pregnant, after all. It would require very specific circumstances and blessings. Or now that she's stuck female, would it? Probably best to not think about that. She keeps her body rolling and pressing, trying to keep to a time he can work with, while the gripping part of her does its rippling sort of grip-dance.
She's certainly a lot more skilled in the muscle department than this man is used to, since he doesn't last for very long under her ministrations. He also moans instead of purrs, and doesn't try to lick her forehead!
And when the man does peak, she clenches down hard, and with focused movements, actually makes it feel like she's nursing on him with her gate! All those nights of Yodhinala training have some use, after all. Detailed muscularly control of that area. As fine-control in contrast to how no-control Nicora has now.
"Sunala take me," the man gasps afterwards. But he also pulls out, a bit more slowly and carefully. Soon after the door opens again and the pair walk out, but the door doesn't close after them.
Revy grunts a bit at the withdraw, then she goes limp, and just breathes for a bit as she basks. The slave got her to peak, the Eeee was nice, but didn't. Maybe that was the point? Satisfaction earlier to take stress off the Eeee in having to perform well. Doesn't matter, Revy feels pretty good.
Someone else enters, with the light steps of a Savanite. Then something is inserted into Revy, and there's a warm flow of water that washes her out! There's also a towel to dry her off.
Revy goes eeep! "So, not even allowed up to get clean, eh?" the bound bat giggles. She's finding it both a bit fun and still kind of arousing, and she can't explain why.
Well, after this comes.. a sponge bath! And purring. It might be Sweet-Cheeks, from the timbre. Revy's picking up on the different purrs at least. While this going on, someone else enters and sets something on the side table. It smells like more candles are being lit.
Revy's ears flick as she tracks the two now in the room. "Having a great time," the Eeee says as she soaks in the attention of the bath. "I can definitely get used to this." Probably trying to reassure those that have 'captured' her know she's not unhappy at all.
There's a huff-huff sound from Sweet-Cheeks, probably a "that's good" sound. Or a warning! Once the bath is finished, the young Savanite leaves the room, while the other remains.
"Bye!" Revy chirps as Sweet-Cheeks leaves. Then her ears shift to focus on the other one as she tries to use the room accoustics to form a mental shape of the other person in the room.
The other Savanite approaches, and.. puts something in Revy's mouth. A leather belt? It's thick, certainly. Then she goes back to the table.
Revy mmph? She bites down of course, and her mind immediately goes to thinking something painful might be coming. But, she's playing her role here, she agreed to work for them, and at the moment, she's even thinking herself as a slave. So, no complaints, though her ears to twitch and curve a lot more as she tracks all movements and sounds.
The other Savanite returns, and Revy feels some heat near her breast. Then the first drops of hot wax fall at the edges of her areola, it comes as a bit of a shock.
There's a gasp of breath as the heat hits, an odd sensation of sodden warmth that also cools quickly. Her ears also tend to shoot straight up over her head! "Uh, hello there," she squeaks out.
The Savanite just purrs louder in a calming way, as the ring of wax is laid down. Then a cloth is placed down before the wax can dry. Then the process is repeated on the other breast.
The sensation is bizarre. It's not unpleasantly painful, just weird. It cools too quickly to actually burn. Revy breathes slowly as this is done, her mind trying to figure out what it is they're actually doing. Well, aside from treating her as a slave with no ownership of herself, which is still keeping the bat oddly aroused. "You won't tell me what you're doing, will you?" she asks, not expecting them to try and sign to her again through touch.
The words are a big garbled by the chunk of leather, and as expected the Savanite does not respond. Until they grab the cloth pieces over each breast and yanks them off, taking a ring of fur with them.
Now that hurts! The bat arches up as she bites down on the leather in a sudden burst of pain. She squeals out around the leather as she shivers. Her body slowly lowers back down as the bared areas now ache-burn, and feel very, very, exposed.. Glossy-dark flesh leading up to the shiny bars in each nipple, area bared larger than a shekel on each, if she had to guess.
It also feels cold. Her nipples have never been harder! The Savanite takes things back to the table.. and then returns. This time the wax isn't being dripped, it's being carefully applied with a bit of wood. Probably to avoid catching the rings down there in the mix! It's pretty clear where the next bit of fur removal is going to be.
And one area the Eeee experienced before as Nicora back when she was first fitted with her piercings. Her ears sort of wilt; she knows that's gonna hurt too, and put all her shiny work down there on display, too, nothing hidden at all. Her jaw rolls as she bites down on that leather to prepare herself. She could complain, but ... she finds she doesn't want to? Part of her is still somehow enjoying this experience. Being so vulnerable.
The pull isn't as abrupt this time, which might make it worse. Once it's over, there's some dabbing with an alcohol-soaked rag. It makes the burning that much worse though!
There's a whole lot of squeaking as her gate is cleared of its protective fluff and puts everything on clear display! he's arching her back and really biting into that leather! It's a good thing she has it or she might have damaged her teeth. And as the stinging pain slowly abates to a duller pain, she feels cold and very bare between her spread legs. It feels like they removed a large area of fluff, though the pain could just be radiating and much less is actually removed than it feels. Not like she can see it!
Revy's chest-fluff gets scritched to help with the pain (but it doesn't) and a kiss on the forehead before the Savanite tries to unclench her jaws from the leather.
Revy takes a bit to calm down before her jaws release enough for her to let the leather go. "Ouch," she squeaks, weakly. But, she doesn't complain! She accepts it, and she still feels rather excited by, well, everything at the moment.
Numbness follows the burning, despite things being pretty inflamed still. But Revy recovers fairly quickly, but it was still painful enough at first that she missed the Savanite leaving! She does notice when another arrives though and climbs onto the bed with her. She knows the purr: Sweet-Cheeks is back. He kisses her on the lips a bit tentatively.
During the time the other has gone, Revy just laid, there, breathing and wondering if she made the right choice or not to trust these cats. Still, they haven't really endangered her, and for the most part it's felt good and been fun! So, all in all, it's been a good experience? Or at least one she's not regretting. The kiss jolts her attention back, then she lifts her head up a bit and kisses him back, possibly to show she's 'okay'. "I'm fine," she murmurs after. "I trust everyone here."
Sweet-Cheeks seems happy to hear that, and rubs cheeks with the Eeee. And a little less innocently feels up one of her breasts. She's as busty as a Savanite after all.
That makes Revy squeak a bit as things are a bit tender! "Go ahead," she offers, giving the savanite approval to touch all he wants.
So far the boy seems content to feel Revy's breasts and practice kissing! He hasn't even touched her extra-exposed nipples yet. She can feel his tail lashing back and forth, since it causes him to rock slightly.
That makes Revy giggle a bit! "Yeah, I like my breasts too," she says, "One of my best features." She's also now wiggling her head a bit to see if she can dislodge the blindfold they have her in.
It's on pretty snugly. She can't even open her eyes easily because of the pressure. Then her bared nipples get their first real test as Sweet-Cheeks tries to suck on one.
Without the buffer of fur, the intensity is considerably more. Even the sore flesh is eclipsed by the sudden pleasant sensation! Her back arches and she makes a plaintive and pleased sort of warbling whine, even!
This causes Sweet-Cheeks to the pause for a moment. Savanites don't make sounds like that, after all. But then he starts up again, maybe a little harder than before.
Revy is trembling and arching. She even tries to sorta purr! It feels both really odd and really nice!
The purr attempt tells Sweet-Cheeks all he needs to know! He finally tries mounting her. This is awkward, until he finally uses his hand to guide himself into her.
That too feels different! There's pain and discomfort on the external, but as he slides in, he feels rather nice inside. Soon, she's welcome-clenching the cat encouragingly, and even arching her hips up a bit to push in in further. The tender skin feels both pricked and caressed when he presses close.
The clenching alarms the boy at first, but he eventually purrs louder and tries moving his hips. He lies fully against Revy, since he's about the same size, and is cheek-to-cheek with her.
Revy kinda purrs to him and rolls her hips, trying to get him to move in kind. Like with the others, she also works her muscles to pull-nurse on him with her 'gate control'.
He makes a lot of chirping sounds at this. It's clearly all knew to him, and he likes it. Revy doesn't often get to break someone in! And the chirps are cute, too.
So bound as she is, she really has to use hip control and precise control of muscle to work the savanite over in the way she can. Her goal, a slow but strong buildup to an explosive peak, of course. She even licks his cheek at one point and continues to purr at him as she works, willingly and wanting to bring him a perfect pleasurable moment. For this instant, Revy feels rather like a Yodhinala in making this a reverent moment.
He barely moves on his own, leaving Revy fully in control, until things start building to a head. That's when he starts rocking and thrusting rapidly and chirping with each impact. He makes a really loud gasping noise, as if expelling every bit of breath in his lungs when he pops.
And Revy arches too and clenches down. It's a rolling sort of grip that tightens at his base, then ripples upward until she feels the warmth, well, bloom. And then she peaks too and shivers, along with a high=pitched squeak well outside the savanite ear range!
Sweet-Cheeks pants as if he'd run around the plaza a few times. But he also cuddles Revy warmly and doesn't seem in any rush to leave like the previous visitors were.
Revy eventually relaxes and just ends up panting too. Also feeling smug in being probably the savanite's first, and gave him a very good time. She also soon tests the straps holding her, curious if she's still quite secure.
Things are pretty snug and secure, just like the blindfold. After a few minutes to catch his breath, Sweet-Cheeks starts rocking his hips again. The advantage of youth and lots of hormones. But this time he seems more proactive.
And this time Revy allows herself to be more still and lets him drive his pace and desires, and simply .. enjoys the sensations.
He actually bites (or nibbles) on her neck and ears.. and then licks her ears. There's groping too, as if the boy feels the need to use as many limbs as possible all at once.
That mostly ends up making Revy giggle a lot. He's enthusiastic! Even if not terribly skilled. So, she guides him a little with the way she rolls her body, or the sounds she makes. It's an interesting challenge to guide someone while, well, secured.
He's a fast learner though, and starts doing things in a way that Revy really likes. And leans into those things, since he's lasting longer this time anyway!
So now it's Revy's turn to work herself back into a plateau! And she does. When the explosion comes, she's engulfed in its pleasures, and her own body goes from controlled clenches, to a frenzy of them.
This surprises Sweet-Cheeks, who explodes almost immediately afterwards. He still nearly passes out again too.
And the pair then lay there, with the bat wheezing afterward! Well! That felt ... impressive. She could definitely get used to this!
The door opens, and Sweet-Cheeks stiffens. Maybe he wasn't supposed to be in here with Revy! It's hard to tell if he's in trouble, since Revy can't see any signs being thrown at him - but the other Savanite hasn't fully entered the room yet. Sweet-Cheeks makes a mewling sound though, and climbs back off of Revy.
"It's okay! He was fine!" Revy squeaks as she lifts her head, looking around blindly, though her ears are wildly active to try and make out room echoes.
She hears a sort of 'tsk' cluck from the other Savanite, who then comes and checks on Revy's restraints. They actually free her ankles! But that's all they free. She then feels a bottle put to her lips so she can drink. It's not water, but wine.
Revy pulls her legs up and flexes them a few times to get the muscles to relax and stretch out from being held in a position for a long time. She does wonder why why aren't freeing her arms though, as she lifts her head a bit to take a long drink from the wine.
After drinking, she feels a hand on her belly again, making the sign that basically means 'how are you?' repeated a few times.
"I'm doing fine," Revy says and licks over her lips slow. "This has been a lot of fun," she also admits. She also seems relaxed, so not worried about her predicament.
"Good," is the next sign on her belly. "Ready," is the next one, with a florish at the end to make it a question, basically: ready for more?
"Keeping me blindfolded?" Revy inquires, head tilted a bit. She also slides her legs back down and spread back to roughly where the straps were if they want to re-secure her. "And yes, your slave is ready," she says, "to be secured and serve." She even grins a little.
The next sign sequence is more complicated: "Helps if they can't see your eyes."
"Understood," Revy answers, "You're uhm ..." she starts to say then even folds her ears back in embarrassment. "If it helps, you can ... maybe sew my eyelids closed or something if the blindfold becomes a problem. I'm ... okay with that. Eeee use their ears more than eyes and all. I wouldn't mind making a way to ensure my eyes are hidden well like that. I don't need to see to work well here." She squirms a bit as she says it, as if fighting with herself to even offer such insanity.
There's a pause, and then, "Wait," is signed into her belly. The Savanite exits afterwards. Will they really do it?
Revy's ears shoot up in surprise. She wonders if she just suggested something crazy. Well, she did, but for some reason the idea of giving in to that level to them has made her feel kinda squirmy and excited? She's crazy in her own way, it seems.
More Savanites arrive after a few minutes, and Revy feels the blindfold being loosened, then removed. The matronly Savanite is smiling down at her.
Revy looks up, blinking a bit blearily as she looks up at the woman. Her hands are still secured, of course, though she doesn't pull at them. "Hello," she says to the older savanite. "Is ... everything okay?"
"Do you want your eyelids sewn closed?" the woman signs slowly.
Revy's ears quiver a bit nervously. "Well, I mean if it would make me better for customers, more valuable" she managers out, squirming some. "I'm not against it. I know it kinda puts me at your mercy, but ... when I was tied earlier, spread, and vulnerable it was, erm, really exciting. So ... if it would please you and make me more valuable here ... I gladly agree to it. Kinda sorta want it." She even lifts a leg where it rests back down near where it was cuffed. "And you can keep me secured too if you want, or really ... anything. I've enjoyed all of this a lot. I don't wanna leave yet."
"We will try something faster," the woman signs. "It may burn though. Is that alright?"
"Yes," Revy says, swallows. "I trust you."
A bowl is set onto Revy's chest, full of liquid. The matron reaches in and pulls out a fat.. larva? It's pale white, almost translucent. "Close your eyes," the woman signs with her free hand.
Revy hasn't seen that larvae before, at least she can't recall. She peers at it for a bit, half fascinated, and half horrified. Still, it can't be worse than other things she's done. So, she bites her lower lip a moment, then looks up at the matron. A short nod from Revy then she sets her had back and closes her eyes. Her heartrate is a bit up, though!
The end of the larva is pressed to where Revy's lids meet. There are hard bits at the tip, and they act like little needles. These must be used by surgeons to close wounds, because there's some sort of silk being stitched into place. And a fluid that does burn where it seeps through.
Revy inhales deep and her toes end up curling into little clenches. It's ... not comfortable at all, and yep, it definitely burns! But, it will be fun, she tells herself. And it's a nod to Sunala, right? The Goddess can't see and she's one of the greatest! Plenty of self-convincing reasons going through her head as the line of painful nips trace across her eyelids. She of course doesn't know how long this will last, she didn't ask!
There is presumably some way to undo it. But she hadn't asked for it to be temporary, so maybe the Savanites didn't think it was necessary.
Revy is hoping there is a way to undo it, that surely they wouldn't intend for it to be permanent! They've been pretty nice to her when it comes down to it. She's straining to hold herself still as the slow process works its way across one eye.
While things 'set', she hears the Savanites leave again, without having bound her ankles. The reason becomes clear when more people arrive, and Revy finds herself flipped over onto her stomach by strong arms.
Revy is both fascinated, and a bit worried! She wasn't expecting the glue, which tends to indicate the work is intended to be long lasting. But before she can focus too long on that she finds herself turned over! This makes her squeak!
As soon as Revy is on her belly, there's weight on her back. A big male, for sure! And he's taking Gorphat's route!
That makes Revy bark a bit in surprise! Granted that route can handle larger sizes, so for the larger males is probably the better choice! But it's still a shock. IT takes her a moment before she tries to work out what species he might be, while trying to relax that passage!
Well, he's too big to be an Eeee or Skreek, and he's strong! His thrusts are actually making Revy bounce up and down against the mattress! He's very vigorous, certainly.
Revy ends up biting into the bed as she really focuses on relaxing. She also grabs the bed with her toes! Her hands, though, still secured so she can't grab much with 'em!
The bouncing still happens at her hips. There's also biting at the scruff of her neck, which definitely identifies the suitor as Savanite. One that growls more than purrs.
Revy bets it might be another pit fighter type, rough and wanting revenge on an Eeee. So, she whines and whimpers a bit, seeing if that sort of sound makes him more excited or not. She's also clenching down back there in various ways; Mave had insisted she learn techniques for that too, as some pleasure seekers preferred it, of course, even if it didn't honor Inala. It still brought in 'donations'.
The whimpering helps apparently, as it makes the man go ever harder and faster. Whether this is bringing him closer to conclusion isn't certain though, if he's mainly venting against his master by proxy.
Revy plays into that, the sounds she's making make it sound like it's far less pleasant than it is. It's not going to make her peak in any way, but there is some pleasure from it. Mostly, she just feels full! Still, she's got a job, so she plays up whimpering, squirming, and clenching as if she was suffering!
This seems to be what the Savanite is after, and he soon fountains with a grunt, biting down slightly harder on the back of Revy's neck. Once he's done though, he lets go and pulls out.. and gives her a sharp slap on the butt as well!
The bite actually hurts! She hisses out and tenses up as the warmth blooms out inside her during the bite. And like a bad date, he's pulling out soon after he's done! Which thankfully helps her feel less stuffed. The slap elicits a surprised squeak! As well as it makes her try to open her eyes ... but that stuff is set well now. The eyelids are quite sealed and don't budge at all.
Once the man has left, Revy has a few minutes to recover before someone else arrives, and the Eeee hears water sloshing. She also hears a somewhat angry snort before she feels a warm cloth against the back of her neck. Did that guy draw blood?
"Hello?" Revy calls back. Her ears flick back too a bit as she tries to get a map of this new person if possible. Drawing blood is hardly unusual for her either way.
There is grumbling, and then signing against Revy's back, "Broke rules. No blood."
"It's fine," Revy comments. "Didn't hurt me bad. He was just rough."
There's still a grumble from the Savanite, and more back-signs, "Rules are rules."
Revy's shoulders roll a little in a shrug. "Just saying I am fine. I appreciate the concern and reason for the rule, though."
The Eeee gets rolled back over onto her back, and the warm wet cloth is deployed to clean her up a bit. At least the grumbling fades. Who thought running a bordello for Savanites would be so picky?
Though it isn't really that surprising to the bat. To remain 'legit' and actually have people there happy, gotta treat them reasonably well! Otherwise one escapee could take the whole place down, after all. And being wiped down? Well, that feels rather nice too! Luxurious to be bathed by another, after all.
It may be in part because more sensitive skin is now exposed. After the wipe-down, there is another question signed against her belly, "Need rest? Thirsty? Hungry?"
Revy has to think about that. "Something to drink would be good," she finally admits. She has been, well, panting a whole lot. For ... reasons. Her brow rolls a bit too, but her eyes, well, still quite closed.
The attendant pats Revy's belly in what is probably an "I'll be right back" manner. Then she hears them leave carrying the water with them. The door doesn't close though, and the Eeee can sense someone outside looking in.
"Yeeeessss?" Revy calls out to whomever she senses. She tries o aura-sense them a bit too, and get an idea maybe of who they might be.
It 'looks' like Sweet-Cheeks. He even makes a soft meow sound.
Revy lifts an leg and waves. "I'm fiiiiine," the bat sort of sing-songs. She suspecting that one is getting a bit sweet on her or something! Or she's just that much fun.
The boy enters and holds Revy's foot. He sort of squeezes and releases it, until his aura seems less anxious.
Revy's toes curl a bit like a hand when he squeezes her foot to try and help reassure him. "I'm tough, or something. Really, I'm fine. No need to worry," she tells him.
The boy still mewls a bit when the grown-up returns. Soon after a straw is placed in Revy's mouth.
Revy's lips close around the straw. She tries to sign while sucking, though with tied wrists it's a bit hard. "Is he okay? He seems worried about me," she attempts to sign.
It's fruit juice, and not the cheep stuff. It's cold. "He thinks you are fragile," is signed onto the Eeee's belly. Out of context, the sign for fragile also means crunchy.
"Eeeh, not that fragile!" comes Revy's signed response. Which is sorta true, she's semi-tough. Tougher than babelite Eeee, anyway. She settles herself in for enjoying the cold juice. A Savanite having a crush on her? Kinda cute!
"Good, have a rowdy bunch next," the attendant draws onto Revy's tummy. "Teenagers."
Revy's ears splay. Oh dear. She knows what teenagers are like! "Any idea what they, er, like?" she signs, questioningly. What is it she's 'in for'.?
"Birthday," is the reply. "Virgins."
"Oh boy," Revy signs. So they'll probably be quick and awkward!
The juice runs out, and the straw is withdrawn. "Try not to scare them," is the attendant's departing sign.
That makes Revy snort-laugh! How can she possibly be considered scary? She's just a young Eeee, and tied up! Nevermind it's really a scary monster of an Eeee in smaller body right now.
Her legs are left free, and there are soon people bunching up at the doorway. "You go first," insists a Skreek voice. "It's your birthday," replies an Eeee.
"Rat kids!" Revy thinks, "At least the first one." She's trying to not giggle. "Aw, am I that scary?" she ends up kind of teasing, "I'm even tied up! What could I possibly doooooooo."
"Nmnmnahga!" the Skreek babbles, and gets pushed inside. "Guzz can't talk to girls," the Eeee explains. Then he asides to his friend, "Get yer pants off already."
"I can't even see you," Revy offers, if that helps any. Nevermind Eeee can 'see' in other ways! "I don't even bite, much!" she offers.
There is much shuffling about, probably pants related activity, and then Guzz is pushed into range of Revy's feet. "Don't bite me!" the rat pleads. "Please!"
Revy wiggles her toes at the rat. "I'm not gonna bite ya, even if you put your thing in my mouth," she quips, and grins. Sharp teeth on display probably do not help.
"No way!" the rat squeals at the suggestion, and there's more wrestling among the boys. "Just look at her boobies," one of them urges the Skreek. "They got shinies in them! Just start with those." This is followed by the bed bouncing suddenly as the rat is thrown onto the bed next to Revy.
Revy is really straining herself not to giggle. This is so utterly ridiculous, and it makes her thing of Alptraum and Hexen for some reason, being all terrified with being faced with an actual woman. "Just relax or ye gonna pop before anything happens," she teases. "Not going to hurt you."
"So I can touch you?" the rat asks. "An.. uh.. where?"
"Where ever you want?" Revy offers. "Girls don't explode, you know."
This leads to a poke against one breast, followed by two fingers and culminating in a fondle. "Not hurtin' you?" he asks, while squeezing.
Revy answers this by barking, "BOOM!" There's a pause, then a giggle! "I'm fine! Relax," she says.
There's a lot of laughing from the others and a whining sound from Guzz.
"Seriously, this place is safe. I'm safe. Relax! This is supposed to be fun," Revy points out. "Do whatever ya want! What have ya thought about before?"
"Uh.. kissing?" the rat finally recovers enough to suggest. "Not.. talked to girls.. uh.. much."
"Just kissing? Nothing else?" Revy asks. There's a pause, then she asks, "So, have you been practicing kissing with your guy friends?"
"Noo!" the Skreek is soon to declare. "I used a pillow!" There's less snickering this time, as the others may be in the same position. He then climbs on top of Revy and kisses her. Well, nose-to-nose and with an awkward meeting of teeth. More of a peck.
Revy would roll her eyes if she could. What she does instead is dart her head upward and turn it so she can grab his jaws with hers and show him what a real kiss is! One that tends ton involve tongue. Granted an Eeee wit a forked tongue is probably weird-feeling.
The boy freezes at first, before realizing he's supposed to use his tongue too. He's been eating fermented fruit from the taste of it.
After the initial 'grab' Revy is actually slow and letting the rat get used to the sensation before she tries to well, instruct him by demonstrating on him. She's also trying to listen to his heart to see if he's relaxing any.
If anything, the rat is getting more aroused and excited. He even dares to fondle one of Revy's breasts again.
Revy politely doesn't try and make a boom sound again at least. She actually arches up into it encouragingly. Plus, she tries to use her mouth and tongue to show she likes it, too.
There are some hoots and cheers from the peanut gallery as their friend seems to be moving in the right direction. At least he's between Revy's legs now, if still keeping above her body for the most part.
And of course never to leave one alone, Revy lifts her legs and grabs hold of his. Why, she starts guiding him and trying to line the boy up for 'taking the plunge' so to speak. She doesn't force him to, though.
There's still a sound of surprise from the Skreek, while he's still locked into the kiss. And with the guidance, he does end up inside Revy, which causes an even more surprised sound.
And Revy's legs hold him tight, preventing movement so he can get over the initial shock of the sensation and not just, well, explode. It's not until he seems calmer does she start allowing movement, and using her legs to control how he moves. Nevermind what muscle control she ends up using to add to it.
The lad has to break the kiss at that point, because he has to gasp take deep breaths. "Oooooooooo," he croons. He's using both hands to knead Revy's breasts now, as if they were the most amazing things he ever laid his hands on. And the furless hands feel different of course. Not something Revy might have noticed if she could see.
Which was part of why she wanted to not see, so she could focus on other senses for a bit in how to 'see' the world. But for now since it's his first time, Revy is being careful. Slow control, applying pressure and stimulation to make it feel really good, but never quite enough to make things explode for now.
The boy does try to move though, bucking his hips as best he can. Which is ironic, since his legs are restrained instead of Revy's. He really is a crooner too, almost like a musical instrument controlled by Revy's muscles.
Revy well knows if she let him just go, he'd be done in a blink. So even if it's frustrating, she's simply not letting him just go! It needs to be memorable, after all. Even if it ruins him for every other lady! That last bit was a pure moment of smug ego, and oddly appropriate for a Yodhinala sort, which is the techniques she's using.
To keep from making embarrassing noise, the Skreek, dips his head and tries nursing on one of Revy's squeezed breasts. He also tugs, sometimes getting his teeth caught in the barbell. The slurping sounds are probably more embarrassing than the crooning though.
Revy tries to not laugh about that, and she does it by focusing on technique and control. Not her own pleasure, but his, all his. Mave might even be proud. The tugging even hurts at times but she tries to not show it. Hopefully he doesn't tear anything when he gets caught!
He tugs in time with Revy's contractions and his own attempts at thrusting. He does let go though, in order to gasp and ask, "Can.. I.. uh.." He just tapers off, as if not sure what to actually ask for.
"Finish?" Revy inquires. And that's when she quits controlling his movements and even releases her grip. It's all up to him now!
"M-moove," he says, and finally starts thrusting on his own. He's still gasping with each one as well, almost wheezing. He might be crying, but Revy can't tell.
And now Revy just lets the rat move how he wants to. The only movement she does is controlling muscular grip. It's actually interesting being 'blind' while doing this, it makes her acutely aware of her body, a lot more than when she could see. It's turning out to be educational.
Guzz changes his position now that his legs are free. He gets on his knees, holding Revy up by her hips. Then he starts really going fast. Is he trying to out-race Revy's muscle control? He's getting a bit wild.
Or he's just a young guy and hormonal! Revy is trying not to laugh. And she's also not cackling, which is better! She does try to slow him down a little by, well, gripping more. The problem is she's normally rather slick due to her own condition, so it may not work!
"Oh!" Guzz yelps. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" It takes him some time for the fountain to turn into a few final spurts. And then comes the wheezing, louder than before as he stops.
"Breathing is important," Revy remarks. She didn't peak. But then she's been busy! Plus focusing all on him meant she wasn't trying to get her own rushes. Plus, there are several more it sounds like so she shouldn't wear herself out early, either!
There are slapping sounds.. most likely Guzz's friends slapping him on the back. "You did it! Didn't you? Did it hurt?" one of them asks. "Gooooood," the rat wheezes.
"If it hurts you're either doing it wrong, or just a weirdo," Revy quips, and grins fangily.
"He didn't break it did he?" one of the boys whispers to another, just before Guzz is pulled free and apparently lifted into the air, making him squeal.
"Break what? Huh?" Revy has to ask as her ears flick and twitch around. "And by the way, how did you find out about this place?"
"Billy told us," one of them replies. Another says, "It doesn't look broken, so Guzz must have done it right!"
"That part usually doesn't break," Revy points out. Then has these mental flashbacks of Dar. His condition isn't normal, though!
Someone else is soon up on the bed, then on top of Revy. "It doesn't even look that hard," the Eeee boy says, and promptly keeps missing with his missile, hitting Revy's thigh several times. "Uh.. alright maybe it's a little tricky.."
And Revy, to take his ego down a bit, also starts moving a little to make it even harder to find the mark. She can't see him, but she can feel him after all. "It's easy to do badly, hard to do well," the bound Eeee quips. "Rushing is never a good plan..."
"Right, right.." the lad says, and then takes his things more directly in hand. "But.. please stop wigglin'?"
That of course makes Revy want to wiggle more. "You know, if you can't get it in a blind bat ... " she does tease, though, and grins wide. Wiggling does at least stop.
The lad waits a moment to make certain Revy has stopped, then slides in. He makes a shuddering gasp once he's all the way inside, then he starts to fondle Revy's breasts.
Feels nice, if unskilled! But since he did ask her to stop wiggling she just lays there like a corpse. Not going to make this easy, it seems!
"Umm.. you can move again?" the boys suggests, almost a question.
"But you told me to not move..." Revy says, still grinning. She does start moving ... but only internally. Yeah, she's going to be a brat.
So the boy tries moving on his own, rolling his hips. "Do you like this?" he asks Revy.
"Maybe," Revy answers. Yep, brat. "But ... " she adds, then finally does start moving, and using her motion to guide his. "If you move more like that, it feels better for the girl. And for a guy, if you're into guys. So I'm told anyway."
"Oh.." the boy responds, and actually seems to pay attention to the motion and matching it. "Alright to play with your boobies too?"
"Yup! You need to pay attention to movement and sounds of one you're with and learn what is fun for them. It varies a lot with people. An if you get your partner having fun too, it's much better for both," Revy explains, and it's now she's more responsive in movement and showing when something particularly feels nice by sound or clenching/arching movement.
"That's hard," the lad admits. "I wanna just go fast! But it's better like this, right?"
"Harder, yes, but it makes the finish much more intense. Going fast makes the end, well, wimpy," Revy explains, "You'll see." And then she's back to a slower, controlled, and specific control of movement to, well, maximize intensity.
The boy grunts, but keeps up the proper pace. "Hey, we should be timing how long everyone lasts," someone in the peanut gallery notes. "I didn't bring my hourglass," another replies, and there's laughter. "Just ask the girl who was best at the end," a deeper voice suggests.
"I wouldn't answer that since yer all more or less first timers. Lots to learn an no reason to judge until you learn!" Revy claims, grins. Wow, hearing that from another young Eeee. might be a bit, er, conflicting.
"I gotta be best though," her current paramour claims. "I'm an Eeee!"
"Not a reason. Bein best is all about skill," Revy retorts.
"Not fit?" the boy asks as he keeps churning along. Maybe he has a few bursts of out-of-sync speed, but soon returns to the pace that Revy has set.
"Anyone can fit with a bit of creativity!" Revy claims. The small bat claims. Yeaaah.
"Creativity?" the boy asks, panting a bit. Some of the others lean in to hear more about this. "Like wigglin'?" one of them asks.
"Or which hole. I mean, there are three you can use," Revy points out.
This causes some murmuring. "Can.. can you name them all?" another asks.
"Er, the one you're using, the mouth, or the bum," Revy ticks off. "Mouth or bottom are common when you're trying to avoid getting pregnant with the same species."
"Ain't that tight?" one asks. "What about the teeth!" another exclaims. The one at work doesn't respond, he's busy focusing on Revy's rhythm.
"All depends! The bum can handle bigger sizes usually! And yah, teeth can be a concern if you're with a biter," Revy jokes, then snaps her teeth.
"How would it even work in de' mouth?" deep-voice asks. "Girls can't get off on dat, can dey?"
"Well, no we can't. But guys kinda love it," Revy notes. "Think about what a tongue can do."
"It's like what guys do," someone explains. "Really?" another asks. "I never thought about it before," another admits. "I like boobs!" claims another.
That last one makes Revy just laugh. "What do you mean by what guys do?" she ends up asking curiously.
"You know! Well.. my brother said so," the original suggester explains. "He saw it!"
"Saw what?" Revy asks.
"Gah! Guys sucking on each other with their mouths!" he says. "And not biting?" another asks in shock.
"Oh, yeah, that happens," Revy says. "You all could practice on each other while you wait, even." She's an instigator.
"No thanks!" one says, and there's laughter. "Can ye be quiet, I trying to concentrate here!" the Eeee with Revy asks loudly.
"Aw come on, nothing wrong with experimenting! Most Eeee in Babel do such things," Revy claims.
"Hey, can't you focus on me for dis?" the bat asks Revy, sounding a bit ignored. He tries to get her attention more fully by.. well.. wiggling from side to side to change the angle.
"Ohhh, you want my attention do you?" Revy says, sounding suddenly evil. And thus, he gets her attention. Her full attention. Which involves some intensely skilled control and manipulation. The sort that ramps things up to an extreme level, and then just stops, long enough so she holds off his peaking ... then repeats it. A constant 'almost there'! state.
The boy moans, and tries to hurry things along to avoid the constant tension. And being young, it doesn't take long before he's erupting.
Well, once Revy lets him. She really drags it out, though, to make him pay for that little whiny outburst!
The boy eventually sort of collapses atop Revy after that. And wheezes. These are not very fit boys so far.
"You all need to exercise," Revy quips while she keeps working on the collapsed guy. Yeah, she's tormenting him a bit.
"Uuuuuung," the boy moans as the 'torture' continues. "Did she kill him?" someone asks.
"I've never killed anyone, yeesh! What do you think I am?" Revy pouts.
"You know more than we do," one of them points out. "Maybe you can kill someone like this!"
"I'm not dead," the boy on Revy gasps.
"Hey, I'm a whore," Revy giggles, "I'd hope I know more! Wouldn't be as fun iffin I didn't so I can make it good for you."
"You ain't any older than us though!" someone argues, while another says, "Are we gonna pull Zaph off of her?"
Revy giggles. "Never nice to ask a lady her age, yannow," she claims. "Maybe I'm magical and ancient!"
Zaph manages to crawl off of Revy, but does pause to kiss her nipples on the way. There's more muttering about who gets to go next.
Revy is worrying maybe she freaked them out a bit by showing, well, some skill! Should she have played dumb?
"I go next," says deep-voice. He has a much larger physical presence than the Skreek or Eeee. He's also bigger between the legs, and has to really push to get into Revy. She can smell feathers, so.. a young Vartan?
"Oh hey, a squawker!" Revy squeaks out as well as arches as things are made to, well, fit. "See? Toldya you can make things fit!" she ends up giggling. It's both uncomfortable and enjoyable at the same weird time.
The horse-bird takes the lead, rocking into the Eeee while placing his hands near her shoulders. Since he won't have the best sense of touch, he doesn't try grabbing any parts of Revy.
Revy can't really clench and control as well either, she is a bit stretched! So she lets him take more of the control and this time she lets herself enjoy it. Being full is a feeling she likes, after all. So, even now, she likes the big guys.
This one doesn't grunt or wheeze, but his breath does whistle slightly through his nostrils. Once things are flexed a bit more, he tries to actually thrust, which ends up tilting Revy's pelvis.
That makes Revy actually squeak and soon she's trying to adjust her position to make sure things stay in line and don't get twisted in a bad way.
The bird shifts to make it easier, holding onto Revy's hips and lifting her up so things line up. This just makes the impact felt all the way along her spine.
Revy hooks her legs around him! Also, somehow she manages to grab his butt with her feet. Flexible bat! And with this one there is a lot of squeaking. This one will likely make her peak.
He does keep to a fairly good rhythm too, perhaps having paid attention to the previous boys. He also isn't chatty. And does seem like Revy is going to peak before him at this rate!
"You're pretty good," Revy even whispers to him at one point. She's trying to control his pace though so that they peak close together if possible. Something about being blind and being taken by a large male is ... very, very, arousing and enjoyable.
This one may actually know what he's doing, but has probably never been with an Eeee. He speeds up when he thinks he can, which means the impacts are more intense as well. He does let out a squawk in response to Revy's praise.
So, Revy eventually just gives into it, and soon she's panting herself. Even moaning along with squeaking. Right up until she peaks, and boy does she clench when she peaks. This might make the remaining boys a bit concerned about trying to match him alas!
The Vartan follows suit soon after, and it's a bit more powerful than the others. He also doesn't immediately collapse, and keeps on thrusting for a few minutes longer.
Which the bat enjoys thoroughly! "I hope you all took notes on how t' do it right!" she moans at the others there.
"Yeah, be a Vartan," one of the comments.
Revy snorts!
"Toby could do it," one claims. "Yeah, Toby!" others pick up in a short chant.
Revy suspects ... Toby is a Rhian. Or a Jupani, maybe. But really, she's just basking right now.
The Vartan eventually slows down, and deflates enough to pull out, although there's still some resistance before it comes free. The bed rebounds a bit once he gets off.
And the bat squeaks on pull-out! She feels a tad bit stretched at the moment too.
Toby approaches next, but doesn't immediately mount the bat. His lips tremble across her nipples, in the way a Rhian would do it, as she guessed. Hopefully he's just a pony!
Revy sucks in. "If you don't fit well, you might wanna try the lower passage," she even whispers to him. She also arches her back up to press one of those pierced nipples into the horsy-lips.
The equine doesn't respond, as he's busy suckling, which is very different when you have really nimble lips. From there, he whickers up along Revy's neck to her cheek.
The suckling makes for bat crooning! That feels nice. So does the whickering and neck nibbling. She'd feel bad for the rat and Eee right now, but ... she's enjoying this.
During the nibbling and other things that horse-lips are so very good at, Revy feels something bump against her thigh. It isn't a leg, because she knows where those are. She may need to spread like she's never spread before, unless it was actually a Skreek's arm she felt.
Of course that sensation triggers both panic and lust, because she's weird. And she's up for a challenge because she does spread her legs, and uses her toe-claws to sort of pull-walk-spread them in the process. She has two possible entries down there, and she'll get one to work! Somehow. She hopes?
The pony may be the most experienced here, because he tries the one he has the best chance of fitting into without banging into any internal obstacles. For Revy though, this is virgin territory! And it takes a bit of pressure just for the tip to get in there. "Jes' say if it hurts too much," the pony requests. "Instead of biting, please."
For this body it's new, but the person inside it has had some, er, experience. So there's a lot of slow breathing and lots of trying to relax before things finally give way and allow the tip in. She squeaks out and takes a few breaths as she recovers. The request comes with a nod. "I won't bite ya, no worries. Go slow and careful and I'll do my best to take all of you," the bat claims. It's uncomfortable so far, but not at a painful level to be a problem so far!
Maybe the Skreek arm would have been easier. At least it's slightly flexible going in, and it does go in slow so the relaxation techniques have time to make a difference. But it's not the only the pony is doing, as his broad tongue licking at Revy's face as well.
Revy's hips roll slightly as she relaxes in waves. Bit by bit, with some slow breathing and care, she takes more of the pony. "Gonna try to get your danglies bumping against me, all of the rest in me," she even whispers to him .. in-between giggles from the licking. It all feels weird, and very, very, filling. But, she's finding she likes it even in this body, even though it's more uncomfortable than it is pleasurable. Maybe it's the idea of doing it for him that makes her like it.
"Dere usually some turns in there y'know," the pony warns, but still takes things as a challenge and pushes a bit harder anyway. He does start to drool a little bit.
"I know, but it's my job here, so I gotta try," Revy sorta moans out. And yes, she really is trying! Slow, steady undulations, taking a bit more with each one. The sensations of being, so, well, stuffed, is a bit reminiscent of sensations as Nicora, really. Which, for some reason, makes Revy like it too. She even has moments of thinking about being that bloated, misshapen Eeee, with flabby and loose waxy skin. Given she's using Gorphat's mouth for this, well, the thoughts are probably fitting. Him drooling on her and making her a little slimy where he does probably doesn't help, either!
He's only half-way in it feels like. If only it tapered instead being a consistent tube, just so it would separate things easier. There's just no gradation between things being tightly closed and then suddenly not. The pony twists his hips back and forth to try and screw his way inside. This really just drags Revy's innards with the twists.
Revy grits her teeth and still doesn't tell him to stop. She's focusing on how it feels, and if there is any discomfort beyond what it probably should be. She stops her movement, though, and just tries to focusing relaxing everywhere she can. "Don't stop," she even whispers to the pony in case he might take her going still as a request to quit trying.
The pony whickers, and.. pulls back for a bit, dragging Revy along before he actually thrusts to gain another inch or so. Then he keeps repeating that to get deeper.
Revy's teeth remain clenched and she's breathing out each time he trusts in. She's also trying to stay relaxed which is not easy! She's not a huge Eeee, and he feels massive. Still, she's giving her best to try! Each draw out makes her moan a little, too, trying to perhaps encourage him?
"Need sumthin' to bite down on?" the pony asks, without slowing down his thrusting. At least it's moving a little easier now.
Revy shakes her head. "Am good," she manages out, a little growly. Things must be either stretching, or just getting tired of clenching as the movements slowly get easier with each push. If her eyes weren't sealed, she'd be clenching those too. Sometimes the sensations are not unlike what Dar feels, though fortunately somewhat more pleasant. Poor Dar is sort of fed this way after all.
One thing that was overlooked in the rush to seal her eyelids: what happens when she needs to tear up a bit? Tensing her jaw and relaxing everything else requires too much concentration to worry about it now though. Soon, the pony had reached in as far as he can, and starts working to increase his stroke length now.
Revy is starting to feel a bit like a tube given everything. Then she feels danglies pressed against her! She did it! He's all in, some how! At that moment, she feels sort of a weird pride in that achievement! Not many Eeee can claim they've taken a Rhian. She feels every movement and twitch of him quite a ways into her body! When he quits trying to push ever deeper and instead move within the space he has pushed too, she slowly starts to roll her hips and do a bit of clenching now for stimulation. "Got you all the way," she even murmurs to him.
There's a whicker in response, and ear nibbling from the pony. Well, he might just be a young regular sized Rhian. "Yer much tighter than a Fnerf," he admits as he pushes.
"That good or bad?" Revy gasps out. This is taking a lot of focus and control! It's not pleasurable in any traditional sense for the bat, but she's still managing to enjoy it a little! It's an interesting sensation, to be sure.
"Not sure, might finish in under a hour.." the pony gasps. "You don't gotta walk after dis do you?"
"Nope, Revy murmurs, then adds, "Y'should be a regular." Sure it's not naturally pleasurable, but she's enjoying it, and that he seems to like it encourages her.
"Some o' the spotty girls are scary though!" he neighs, and starts moving his hips faster since Revy is moving her own. "Hah, like dey have anything to do wi' us," the Skreek claims.
"They might like to play with Toby though," the Eeee boy notes. "If he let's 'em ride on his back." It's not even said as a joke, but seriously.
"I'm not scary, though," Revy claims as the discomfort lessens a little, the movement and stretch-out helping there. "Promise to always let ya try to go all the way in, too."
"And really not gonna bite me?" the equine asks as he finds his rhythm. The others are quiet, as apparently this is too fascinating. "I don't like being bit, or clawed on the butt! It sensitive."
"Nope, not gonna bite or claw you," Revy confirms. "Just gonna make you feel good with my body," she insists, and sort of ripple-clenches on him a bit. "My butt is sensitive too."
"You gotta butt?" Toby asks, as he proceeds to likely make Revy's butt numb. "But you're an Eeee!" He starts to huff and puff now.
That makes Revy giggle. "Yer in it!" she even manages out, going a bit more silent now to go back to focusing on him, his movement, and trying to clench and move to make him puff and make happy sounds.
Clenching is hard, since there's very little give. Those muscles just aren't built to handle something this big. Toby is also starting to be a bit more erratic in his movement, and Revy can feel some foam dripping from his lips.
"It's okay of you pop inside me," Revy murmurs to the rhain when he starts getting more erratic. She eases her attempts to clench and just lets him use her as a warm wrapping about him. Definitely not a sort of Inala pleasure, but there is still pleasure she is having. Satisfaction of giving him pleasure.
Toby starts galloping, and the whole bed is shaking. He doesn't pant but does sound like he's running a race. He's getting foam all over Revy's face and ears now.. and then he starts to pop.
Revy concentrates to relax as much as possible when he really starts going. And she's starting to feel ... rather slimy from all that drool and foam. And soon she's feeling slimy on the inside too when he starts to pop. It is disturbingly reminiscent of experiences under Gorphat's control and touch. But, even like those there are parts that are not unpleasant, and even enjoyable in their own way. It's making Revy even feel some longing for Gorphat! She's also starting to squeak a bit when the pop starts.
There's a lot of extra pressure until the pony finishes, and then there's a lot of weight pressing down on Revy. Toby is dense. "Did he die? He looks like he died!" the Skreek claims, and climbs onto the bed to check that his friend is still breathing. Big nostrils make that easy at least. "He's alive!" the rat announces, then thinks to check on Revy.
Revy is having trouble breathing! There's a lot of pressure inside her, and she even feels rather bloated! And the Rhian is heavy on top of that! So her breathing is shallow but there. She's alive! She even lifts a foot and uses her big toe as sort of a thumbs-up.
The others come to her aid by trying to move Toby.. then just lift him up a bit until they can use his own arms and elbows to keep him up and off of Revy's chest.
Revy takes some deeper breaths when he's lifted up and positioned to get his weight off! "That was ... is ... intense," the blind bat gasps out! "Worth it. Absolutely worth it." Said blind bat does, indeed, look a little pudgy from what of her belly can be seen. She's got to feel quite, er, full.
"I think he went too fast," the Eeee says. "How do we get him out? Do we need to.. like.. keep a safe distance?"
"You can leave him in for now," Revy offers. "It's not hurting me."
"You ... might want to ask the matron if they have some sort of plug though, or when he's out I may make a mess," Revy does admit, looking a bit embarrassed.
"I'll go," the Eeee says. The Skreek is stronger anyway, so can make sure Toby doesn't fall on Revy. It's several minutes, and Toby begins to snore before several Savanites enter the room to help lift the pony enough to pull out. There's a draining sound.. into a bucket.
"Ugh!" Revy grunts when the pony does come out. That's a gross sensation, draining. She also feels very empty, and a bit, well, stretched. Hopefully she'll be able to close up again!
"De madam is signing that you can't use that hole again for at least a day," the Skreek tells Revy.
"Awww," Revy complains. But she also fully understands the why of that!
"And you need a bath," the Skreek says. Whether that's from the matron or just his own opinion is unclear.
"Yes, I probably do need a bath and a bit of a rest after all of that," Revy has to agree. She's all ickhy and achy now!
"Thanks for making my birthday special!" the Eeee claims, as the entire group leaves for.. somewhere to wait until Toby wakes up. Someone unshackles Revy's wrists, and a pair of strong arms lifts up and.. cradles her. Maybe they don't trust her to be able stand up or walk after that.
To be fair, Revy probably can't walk right now. In fact, her legs are spread, a bit bowed, and limp-ish. "That was fun," Revy says, in case those that are lifting her are worried, "I enjoyed." Her ears flick as she listens and feels to figure out who is carrying her.
It's one of the men, certainly. She can tell from the way his purr resonates through a broad chest. It doesn't take a lot of strength to carry Revy, so this was probably one of the men who helped carry out Toby. He's probably taking her to the bathing room.
Revy is of course stroking on him and nuzzling, seeing him through touch. Being forced-blind does make exploring the world more interesting. And makes her feel vulnerable, which at the moment, she is enjoying.
He is definitely a big boy! And Revy has met some big Savanites before. She smell the soap now, and hear others moving in the water. And then, quite suddenly, she's dropped into the bathing pool!
Aie! goes the bat, then a splash! And a bit of flailing of arms and wings as she comes up, sputtering! "Hey!" she chides, and splashes roughly in the direction she came from!
Other hands grab onto her, and there are sponges! And soap! And breasts? She's being bat-handled by girls as they try to clean up the horse scent and drool off of her.
There's a lot of giggling and squirming. And oddly finding herself missing the horse scent and drool! It was a fun sensation since she lacks sight; the scent and feel were more pronounced. "Careful around my backside," she does request, though, "It was well-used."
They aren't that gentle when the wash that area. And Revy can't tell if they're flicking their ears in amusement or not. But being thrown to the girls may mean they're going to be taking care of her for the time being. What do Savanite girls do when they're together and happy?
Revy can think of things, but they're not appropriate! And she's a bit tired and sore! So, she'll see where things go. Her poor backside, though, feels like it's kinda stuck a bit open at the moment, and only slowly closing. Part of the reason she can't use it again for a day, likely. She does start splashing at them some, though!
She's open enough that soapy water is getting up there.. probably because it's being squirted up there by a bladder as the girls wash her out. There's also some massaging of her shoulders and neck and breasts, with lots of purring. The Savanites probably don't get an Eeee to play with that often.
Or one amenable to being played with, and in a collar! She's property of this place for the time-being, after all. The clean out does make her squeak and ears go up! And then she's sort of wrestling back, tracking them by the sound ecoes as best she can and ticking those she's able to!
The wrestling is fun, but Revy is outnumbered. Eventually the bath has to end though, and the Bat is hauled out to be dried off with a towel. At last she can stand up now.
And she spreads all her limbs so that she can be dried fully off! She also idly ponders if she should have Gorphat's mouth decorated with jewelry too. Fortunately the towels distract her form thinking about that for too long. Ouch.
So yes, she's still sore, and her even her wings hurt a bit from being pressed into the mattress. But she smells nice, along with the others. She has to wait a bit while the Savanites dry off, and then one takes her by the hand and tugs to get her to follow.
While she waits, she just uses the ambient sounds to map out the room and her companions, as well as count them. When they finally offer a hand, she accepts it and moves to go with them, but letting them lead. Her eyes, after are, are still quite sealed.
There are four of them, and by their size are probably about the same age as Revy, so likely daughters of the working staff and not actual participants. Maybe. Revy is led down an unfamiliar hallway, but it feels like it's going deeper into the structure. Then a turn into a room, where her hand is released. There's a long pause. The girls may be trying to figure how to communicate with her.
"I know sign," Revy signs and also says. "You can sign on my stomach or wings and I can feel it and usually understand it." She also pings the room a bit, trying to map it out some.
There are two beds, and what is possibly a standing wardrobe. There's a table with candles on it (she can smell them) so the room is likely pretty dim. Like Eeee, Savanites have good low-light vision though. One of the girls signs against Revy's stomach, "Your name?"
"I'm Revy!" Revy says and sighs a bit enthusiastically. She grins, then further asks, "Am I your prisoner?"
There's another pause as the girls discuss things among themselves. "No?" is the response against her stomach. "You came here?"
"I'm teasing. I'm here willingly, and having fun," Revy says. "Who are all of you?"
The girls either don't have the usual Savanite names, or use nicknames, as the signs are, "Bee, Cee, Dee, May."
Revy just nods at this. "Where did ya bring me?" she asks, "A place to rest? Or didya want something from me?"
"Our room. For rest." the belly signer signs. "No hang though. Bed?"
"A bed is fine," Revy says as she walks, manages to walk around the table, and even get to one of the beds, all by sound. She grins at them and taps one of her overlarge ears.
There are two beds, and four girls aside from Revy, so she'll be sharing with two of them. One of her likely bedmates tries to get her to lie down in the middle.
The bat has to spend some time to position and place her wings to not be too much in the way as she settles herself down into the bed. Mainly it means the pair will likely be wrapped up in them!
The girls are very careful climbing onto the bed and onto Revy's wings as they snuggle up. It's not quite sleeping in a huge pile of kitties, but it's still warm and soothing. And there's the purring.
Revy even offers for them to nurse on her if they want! And the Eeee settles in and lets her eyes relax so she can get some rest. She really is sore all over, but the purring is nice to relax to. Even if the ache in her backside tends to have her mind drift to weirder thoughts about disturbing Goddesses.
Alptraum finds himself in his old bed in his parents wagon. They should still be just outside of the capitol, unless the troupe decided to move. The only thing out of the ordinary is that Alptraum has breasts. And all of the other female parts. This has to be a territory event.
Alptraum is staring at the ceiling, and feeling over, well, herself. She's got nice breasts, enough to make most Eeee jealous, and well-shaped other bits with good muscular control. And a nice scent, if you asked other Eeee. "Still a girl," she mutters as she sits up finally. "I guess I best get used to being female all the time," she finally concedes, "I mean, it's not all bad. Mostly quite nice, really." So, she slides out of the bed and peers out of the window to see if she can see where she is.
It's night outside, but the camp is well lit. And there's music, so probably a performance going on as well.
Alptraum reaches up, rubbing her nose and feels the presence of the ring snugly secured in it. "Heh," she remarks, as another feel check confirms all her decorations are quite in place. It's probably why she feels disturbingly normal right now. So she quickly dresses so that she can head out and see what all the noise is going on outside.
The stage is set up, and the Radovahs are dancing for a mixed crowd. The audience seems a lot more.. calm than usual. This isn't the only entertainment option they have after all, but certainly a novelty.
Alptraum sticks her hands into some pockets and saunters over to watch for a bit, ears canted forward slightly (and their decorations swaying some).
The dancing is familiar, along with the music. It's been awhile, but it all feels comfortable. "Hey lady!" comes another familiar voice from the sidelines. "Wanna test your luck? Or skill!"
Alptraum tilts her head and looks in the direction of that one calling out. "I dunno, I know the games are rigged," she comments.
"I run an honest game," the black fox insists, and makes a crossing his heart gesture. "This is really a game of skill, for someone with good eyes.. or ears. Really, you'd be practically robbing me."
Hexen is running a card table, rather than the cup-and-ball game. An Eeee would hear the ball moving.
"Really. You can say all that with a straight face when I know you palm the card and swap it by slipping it up your sleeve when you shuffle, eh?" Alptraum says as she saunters over and peers at him, while also grinning. "I know all the versions of the shell game, foxo."
"Hmm, were you a delinquent?" Hexen asks, likely noting all the jewelry and the nose ring. He also squints a bit.
"Probably," Alptraum says as she looks about. "What year is this?" she actually inquires, suspecting this might even be current time, somehow.
"Eh? How could you not know what year it is?" Hexen asks. "It's 6107 of course."
"Eh, I move around a lot, I lose track," Alptraum claims, and grins. She gestures to the table, asking, "Having any luck tonight, Hex?"
"I'm very lucky," Hexen claims. "For five shekels you can rub my head.." It takes him a moment. Then, "How do you know my name?"
"Lucky? You?" Alptraum actually laughs to the point of tearing up and she wipes at her eyes some. "Wow, I guess you really don't recognize me at all. I'm hurt," she says, knowing full well as a girl she does look different. Shorter, busty, hips, an yodhinala-eqsue shape due to her agreements with Inala, after all.
The fox stares. Then pinches his ear. "Ouch.. this isn't one of those weird dreams then," he says. "But.. you can't be Traum."
"Why not? You always knew I was weird, avralie?" Alptraum says and lets the old accent slip out for the fun of it. "I'm as real as the padding in your pants is not. I'm not really here, more of a projection of a sort."
"A what? Like a spirit?" Hexen asks, and reaches across the table to poke Alptraum in her left breast. "That.. feels solid. I mean, not too solid! It's soft and all.. but we're grown up!"
"Yeah, it's me, and it's hard to explain. And yep, I'm completely woman right now in this projection, top to bottom, inside and out," Alptraum says, and even messes with him by lifting her shirt to show that left breast to him in all it's perky, pierced, glory. "But don't get any weird ideas..."
The fox twitches. "Weird ideas? Weird ideas? Do you have any idea of the sort of dreams I've been having?" Hexen asks, looking anxious. "Let's.. uh.. go somewhere else.." he suggests, looking around. "Are you here to do something?"
Alptraum shrugs. "Not to my knowledge, I'm just sort of here. And I imagine you've been dreaming about boinking me," she quips, grins. She also gestures for him to lean on to where-ever.
"Not.. always!" Hexen claims as he heads into the labyrinth of wagons. "Sometimes I'm the girl! Can you imagine?" A familiar wagon appears, the former cargo wagon. It's got a lot cargo netting and racks on top. When Hexen opens the door, it looks like a regular wagon inside, except for a lot of pieces of knotted rope, each with a different kind of knot."
"You make a better girl than me," Alptraum jokes as she follows. The ropes give her pause, then she laughs. "Still Kizzy's pet, are you?" he has to ask as she slips inside that wagon.
"I know all of her knots now, so I can escape when I want to!" Hexen claims, and sits on his cot. "This is weird, Traum. And you've got jewelry! You never have that in dreams. Is there a story there?"
"It's just fun to have. And a bit of a frustration outlet when I need distractions. I have it all over," Alptraum explains, with emphasis on the last words and a waggle of her brow. "And yeah, it's weird, but I've gotten used to it," she explains, as she undoes her pants a bit to pull them down to show that yes, fully female, and yes, decorated there too. And then she pulls them right back up. She soon shrugs, and comments, "Seems like everyone's forgotten about me. You didn't even recognize me." Well, there's that problem that right now he is very much a she. Similar-looking sure, but also quite different in many ways.
"I'm the only one who would have recognized you like this," Hexen says, and twitches at the sneak peek. He crosses his legs. "Gah, why are you teasing me?"
"Why not?" Alptraum asks, and grins wide. She reaches out with a foot to try and get him to uncross his legs. "Maybe I want to actually sleep with you."
The fox stares, then looks at the foot, then says, "Take all of your clothes off!" He even puffs out his chest a bit. "This isn't a dream.. but.."
"And do it slowly and sensually," he adds. His vocabulary has improved.
Alptraum laughs and rubs her face. "Seriously?" she ends up asking. "You aren't worrying this might make things weird for us in the future. Though granted I kind of am stuck being a woman right now for the forseeable future."
"It's already weird," Hexen insists. "But getting laid makes it feel less weird."
Alptraum snorts. She checks that the door is secured before she slowly turns back to him. "Remember what you asked for," she says as she leans in, then licks along his left ear. As she rises, she's slowly easing her shirt off. Mere inch by inch as she peels it off over her head, and stretching upward, showing off both her shape and her impressive, for an Eeee, chest. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asks.
At the question, Hexen pauses while reaching for Alptraum's breasts. "Is that a rhetorical question?" he asks, showing off his expanded vocabulary. "It's not like Krizzy can hang me upside any more than she already does!"
"And you don't worry about what any of this means about me? And what I actually am?" Alptraum asks. "Do you remember that weird little princess goddess girl from way back?"
"That was.. a decade ago? More?" Hexen asks. "The wine was bad. What's she got to do with you having a magical girl body now?"
"She wasn't kidding about being a goddess. She was also ... my Aunt. I'm the creation of a mix of divine magic and a lot of very bad life choices that happened in a city halfway around the world," Alptraum notes as she keeps out of touch range while she undoes the tie at her waist. "I'm the child of a Goddess, Hexen. I was sent away to keep me safe. It's also why all this ... weirdness. My nature gave me ways to become, well, other things, and people." She looks over her shoulder as she drops the side of her pants to show off a perfect butt on a bat. An impossibility. "I really was, and am, a monster," she says.
"I think that all makes you a demigod, doesn't it?" Hexen asks, looking more excited. "That's even better than just being a witch or a monster! And now you can visit more.. apparently! It's been tough not having my best friend around. I've.. I've done things, Traum!" The fox shudders. "Responsible things."
"I've lived as a grok, hunted as one, even mated as one," Alptraum comments as she drops her pants. How the hell does she have that sort of shape and still be a bat? "A hog, rats, cats, most every species that exists I've worn the skin of in both genders. As in I changed into them, not that I actually skinned them. You've been responsible? Well, I've experienced what it is like to birth a child."
"I've been working and stuff," Hexen claims, "and not sneaking peeks at the dancing girls." What Alptraum says sinks in, and he thoughtfully asks, "Have you been a fox?"
"Maybe? I've been fox-like," Alptraum says as she rolls her shoulders. "It wouldn't be hard, not if I examined you enough to learn a few things, anyway. As for working, good. You've practically got a family with your bat girl, after all..."
"I'm her slave," Hexen whines, then looks at Alptraum with really big sad eyes and drooped ears. "Traum.. can you become a vixen?" he asks with a bit of a quaver in his voice.
"Probably," Alptraum says and reaches over to run a claw down his nose. "But I'd look an awful lot like you. And what's wrong with being a slave?"
"She ties me up," Hexen says and shivers. "How much like me? You know I've never seen another fox that wasn't my mom. So.. uh.. if you looked like me would that mean you looked like my mom? Maybe you could look.. opposite! White fur?"
"Well, color is easy to alter from a template," Alptraum claims as she slides herself in his lap. Well, straddles it, which puts a whole lot on view. She wasn't kidding about being decorated down there. Lots of sparkly in that dark skin.
This time, Hexen doesn't hold his hands back! He grabs and kneads and squeezes and.. sticks his face in there while doing it as well.
"So, do you want me to try?" Alptraum asks while trying to ignore the sudden stimulation. "Because ... it will get weird for you, too."
"YES PLEASE TRY!" the fox pleads, his head popping back up. "How could it be weird for me? I don't even get to have weird dreams about vixens!"
Alptraum reaches up and cups Hexen's cheeks. "Remember you said that," Alptraum says, huskily. And that's about when the shadow slithers into the fox. All the way in. All over, all about. A long, sensuous sensation of somehow being licked on the inside. It alone might be enough to make some sort of popping happen. And that's not even what he asked for, so she has to wait for his focus to come back as she makes him watch. Watch as features twist and shift. Fortunately fox isn't too different in most aspects from how Alptraum looked, but ... ears do draw in. Wings too, and a tail out. All without a cocoon so it feels disturbing to the bat too. Especially the parts where her chest almost doubles in weight as it fills out more, and those hips straddling him spread to even more exaggerated curves. The black of the pelt even seems to leak away unto snow white fur. Well, except for her head, which is soon crowned with long platinum-blonde hair. Very much a Yodhinala-like, Inala-esque inspired fox is taking shape in his lap. A vixen, in fact, that makes even his mother look plain.
"Uuuuuooooooowwwwwoooooowwwww," Hexen moans throughout the process, and has trouble focusing his eyes for a bit afterwards. "Ublablaba!" he then says, tongue hanging out.
And naturally since there much Inala influence, the short fur around her gate and above it ripples a bit too as a bluish tint ripples across bits of it as the hint of the stylized 'flower' even outlines her sensitive places, framing her gate with reverence. Talk about channeling one's own inner Yodhinala. "Good enough?" she says with even a melodic sort of voice, too.
"So.. so.. is this your god form?" Hexen asks as he goes back to feeling Alptraum up. "Am I dead? That's it, isn't it? I actually died from the all the blood going to my head.."
"Uh, no. I don't know if I have a 'God' form. The closest is basically how you knew me, just a bit scarier, I suppose," Alptraum replies as she now has to squirm. And is reminded how much chest sway comes with moving when she's endowed past, well, a typical Eeee. IT's movement and weight on Nicora's swollen level ... only it doesn't hurt and doesn't look horrifying.
"So firm and so soft," Hexen says, and is actually crying as he fondles the vixen. "Can.. can I see your tail?"
Alptraum arches her brow. She's had tails before, so moving one is easy. She curls around the most immaculate, fluffy, white tail with a blonde tip that has existed in this world. "You're being silly," she says.
"No, I'm not," Hexen whimpers. "A vixen.. the best vixen.. can you just stay here like this and marry me?"
Alptraum even smells appropriately musky, and strong enough to curl whiskers, and tickle fox brains. Which ... probably doesn't help. "Ah, no, I can't," Alptraum points out, "And I'm your ... guy friend. Well, okay not right now, I know I'm all female, but ... you get my point."
"But you said this was some sort of projection, so.. can't you be both at the same time?" the fox pleads, and then kisses Alptraum before she can answer.
Alptraum mph! There's a bit of flailing, and Hexen learns tongues can be pierced too, because hers is. And very flexible. And can coil.
Hexen is a fast learner.. or else has been dealing with an Eeee tongue for awhile now. He wrestles that tongue! And squeezes Alptraum's butt too.
Alptraum of course feels perfect and presses in, in just the right ways, and the shape. Frankly, everything. She even growls, and it ends up sounding 'cute'.
Tongue wrestling leads to a more full-contact sort, and Alptraum finds herself on her back on the cot, and Hexen is kissing her neck next. It feels.. stimulating. As if Alptraum wasn't already worked up, and the Inala influence isn't helping.
And it's not like she's fighting it, either. She's even lifting her hips so she's dragging over sensitive places on him with that silk-like pelt. Sure, it's no vampire bite, the neck kissing is nice, too. "So," she murmurs softly, "Maybe I should leave now." Gah, okay, she's definitely being evil.
Hexen growls and pins the vixen down at that suggestion. He's actually stronger than Alptraum like this! Which is something that has never been the case before. "Nope!" Hexen says. "I can tie you up you know! Besides, I can smell how into this you are." Darn canids and their noses.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I might not, say, turn into a slug," Alptraum growls right back, and grins up at Hexen. "And it's probably a good thing nothing like this happened back then, eh?"
"If you were like this back then I wouldn't be trying to score wine to impress the Radovahs," Hexen claims, and slurps on a nipple.
Alptraum snorts and arches. "No? Maybe I'd have just gone with one of the rats, and you'd be trying to impress me," she teases. And it dawns on her if she's embracing Inala aspects, if the fox keeps licking her nipple, things might, well, leak.
Things leak, which.. is probably what Hexen expecting, if he's been having dreams about Alptraum as a girl. At the tease about rats though, Hexen bites and tugs at the nipple.
That makes Alptraum squeak! That kinda hurt! There is metal in those! "Hey," she chides, reaches up, and grabs his butt with claws.
That just seems to excite Hexen more! What has Krizzy been doing to him? He sucks hard instead, squeezing as he goes and wiggling his butt.
Alptraum uses her grip to pull his butt down as she arches her hips. There's a bit of a rubbing grind as she feels ... and when she feels what she's searching for catch on her gate, she shifts, then pushes up while pulling him down. And soon part of Hexen is embraced with what feels like a beyond-perfect fit, and grip. Along with impressive control of said muscles, the sort that can spike things to almost exploding, and then able to draw back enough that it doesn't happen.
Hexen starts gyrating on his own, and bobbing in and out happily. "This is great!" he yelps. "I'm gonna do this until I die!"
Which could be sooner rather than later given how impressive Inala can be. Fortunately, this is not Inala, just a very well-taught pseudo-daughter. She's not really speaking, but focusing on movement, control, clench and rhythm. She'll give Hexen something to remember. It's also at times like this being stuck as a girl seems more like a blessing than a curse, but that's probably what Inala is aiming for, make it so Alptraum just quits trying to change back, or something.
"He's cute," Inala's voice whispers in Alptraum's head. "I want some." Maybe being an Inala-vixen was asking for trouble. And Hexen is biting her neck now as he pumps away. How has he not popped already?
"He's a nice guy, and a bit slow sometimes. Don't hurt him," Alptraum thinks a bit while she continues to work him like an instrument. It helps it feels amazing to her too. As for not popping, that's work of muscle skill and using the shadow to always keep him just below that threshold. "As for some of your own ... you want me to have the children of my childhood friend?"
"They'd be MY children," Inala notes. "Do you think he would be opposed to it?" Hexen doesn't seem opposed to anything right now. Krizzy does seem to have taught him a few things. There may have been whips involved though.
"I don't think he would mind, not if he can get this now and then," Alptraum thinks while she both enjoys, and counters him. The room is most definitely smelling like a fox orgy is going on. "But I have a small requirement to bear those children, I want to enjoy feeling pregnant for a bit, at least. Somehow. A few days if possible. I know the others are often shorter, and probably I ask too much ... but I want to really feel like a mother."
"Easily arranged, so long as you don't mind living with your fox," Inala says. "Unless you prefer to spend your time with him in Paradise?"
"I know he'd like the latter, as an escape," Alptraum thinks as she's nursing on him in ways that should only be possible with her mouth. Only it's not.
Hexen moans and starts to babble, as if possessed by spirits. "That's... uhh... cheating.." he manages to gasp in a legible voice. He really does seem right on the edge now.
"Beg for it," Alptraum soon whispers in one of his ears. "Tell me how much you need it, and me..."
Hexen whimpers, "When did you become so cruel?" He takes several deep breaths, then says, "/Pweeeease Traumy, you are the best I'm every gonna have and are so far out of my league that I will have trouble convincing /myself/ that this is happening, and even if I meet a vixen she will always pale in comparison to you!" Has he been practicing?
"Krizzy has taught you well," Alptraum giggles, then bites that ear.
"Krizzy has taught you well," Alptraum giggles, then bites that ear. There's a bit of a shift, a push up while she pulls down, and some grinding. There's pressure on both sides of that, then immense tightness ... and a sudden surge forward for him as things sort of pop into place. And fit perfectly. Her muscles then go into overdrive as she peaks just from locking with him and her mind flows into waves of pleasurable static.
"Nnnnggg don't tie up my balls Krizzy!" Hexen blurts out, and spurts out at the same time. It doesn't feel like all that much though, oddly. Was he drained off earlier?
That bit surprises Alptraum. She was expecting, well ... more. What has Krizzy been doing!? Will it even be enough?
Hexen pants heavily into Alptraum's bosom. And swells up so that they're stuck together for a bit. "Not dead," he murmurs.
"Of course you're not dead," Alptraum says and licks that one ear again. "And I can tell you and your bat do it a lot. She keeps you busy, hmm?"
"She does things to me," Hexen bemoans. "Not me doing things to her. She does things with leather cords.."
"I bet you like it," Alptraum teases.
"I don't know what I like anymore," Hexen admits. "The dreams keep me going though. You have big boobs in them too, and you let me.. uh.. do stuff. Sometimes."
"I am aware, I'm there. So, yes, those sorta happened. Kinda," Alptraum admits, now feeling a bit embarrassed. "You're ending up like me, finding enjoyment even in weird stuff."
"Krizzy is crazy, just like her name sounds!" Hexen complains, and goes back to kneading and suckling on Alptraum's breasts to calm himself down.
"So am I. So are you," Alptraum points out. She is the bat that somehow finds Gorphat sexy and irresistible, after all, even though indulging in such never ends well for her. Or him.
"Mmm-mmf-mmm!" Hexen seems to argue while slurping. He finally lets go with a pop, and says, "She ties me up, and hangs me upside down from the rafters. And she ties up just parts of me so that I can't.. finish.. and teases me with her tongue for hours."
"But does she let you finish, eventually?" Alptraum asks, and starts really thinking about Gorphat all of a sudden, and how what is happening to Dar is just a more extreme version, really. That poor bat can never finish, again.
"In little bits," Hexen says. "I can't finish all at once any more, I think. She does let me knot up inside of her, so I have to just keep going and going and going.."
Alptraum actually giggles. "Have you actually asked her to stop that? I mean, not joking, but actually asked?" she inquires. Now worried, she's using the shadow to probe for injuries.
She doesn't find any injuries, just a few bruised arteries here and there. "Stop?" Hexen asks. "But.. it's still sex Traum! Just kinda scary sex. And I can last a long time now. I would have if you hadn't done tricks! You'll see when we unknot. You gotta let me be the driver though."
"Oh? You think I'll let you do that again?" Alptraum inquires, and arches her brow even. "Maybe this was a one time dream..."
"I know you liked it too," Hexen claims, and bites Alptraum's neck again, a little harder this time. "You can't let a body like this go to waste!"
"It's just one of dozens I can take. Many terrifying," Alptraum moans. "I suppose I can let you show me what you can do."
"Really? I knew it!" Hexen crows, then takes a deep breath. "Gimme a moment, just gotta.. relax the right thing.. I got tricks too." He then starts humming.
Alptraum rolls her eyes a bit. "You're never going to be able to look me in the eyes again," she notes. "Not when I'm a guy, anyway."
"Why would you want to be a guy around me?" Hexen asks. "I mean.. in some dreams I'm the girl and you don't want me. That seems weird." He keeps up his breathing and humming, eyes closed.
"Because I'm a guy, duh," Alptraum claims. But the question tickles the back of her mind, asking, "Are you, really?" Probably just Inala messing with her, through.
"Mmm-hmmm," Hexen says. "After that princess thing, I started getting boobs and stuff, and you finally noticed. You even boinked me at the river.. uh.. and so did a rat. But I kept getting prettier and you.. just sort of avoided me. So you should be glad that I find you all sexy as a hot vixen babe. And... there.." He slips out, the knot having loosened just enough. Then he's right back in again. And again and again.
"Those are just weird dreams," Alptraum insists, "And I avoided so we didn't end up all weird!" Granted they've ended up ... all weird. And then there's a squeak at the draw out. And now she focuses on just trying to relax and let him drive things. Which means she can just sit back and enjoy it all.
Teenager Hexen could spurt if he saw a bit of side-boob. Grown-up Hexen is a lot better, and uses his hands and mouth and tail as well. His precious tail! He just uses it to tickle Alptraum's toes to try and make her laugh though.
It takes a bit, but yes it does make her giggle! "Actually, I'd say Krizzy has taught you very well," she also teases and grins up at him.
"Amazing, ain't it? She's self taught and everyting'," Hexen says, his old accent kreeping back in. "How's this feel?" he asks, and then goes in a burst of rapid hip movement.
The best answers probably come from moments of squirming, moaning, and arching, moreso than any direct statement. Even Alptraum is impressed ... and starts worrying Inala will be too.
And Hexen draws it out, never pushing Alptraum all the way. Just like she did to him! Although.. it sure seems like he's been having little pops along the way.
This is rather scary. It's like fox Barinala! Still, it means she gets to enjoy the ride and the sensations of all the mini pops. Also since the bodies match up, it overall just feels lovely and kinda perfect.
"Been saving it all up, waitin' for this day.." Hexen whispers, and bites Alptraum's ear, which is nice. His chest rubbing against her nipples is also a bit over-arousing.
"What day? How could you even plan this?" Alptraum has to ask, though she's sounding rather distracted now.
"When I met a vixen, not.. you specifically," Hexen explains, then tries to erase Alptraum's memory with another burst of speed.
Which does a decent job! Hopefully he'll meet an actual vixen someday and not the fake one Alptraum is. "Inala, why have you made me enjoy being female so much? Are you trying to get me to stay one?" she even wonders as she delights in the lovely sensations.
"You can give me children this way," Inala actually replies. Hexen takes a moment to suckle, then pulls back and says, "Get on your hands and knees."
"And not because you just want me to be a woman and yours//?" Alptraum thinks while she is now adjusting herself. She knows what he's going for, and it's a position she's quite fond of. Depth and angle are very different like this, after all! And soon she's presenting Hexen with a 'very vixen view'.
Fox hands grab her hips, and Hexen is back inside.. and also has her tail in his mouth! He seems a little be rougher and dominant like this too. It's unlike him! But he also uses his grip on Alptraum's tail to tug it, forcing her butt to move as well.
And her butt follows those insistent movements! She also starts up working her muscles again, because. She's finding she is really liking this moment, and him being forceful; scary!
There's a swat on her behind! "No cheating," Hexen reminds her, and punctuates it with several more hard thrusts. "I just want to hear you make happy sounds."
The swat makes Alptraum bark! And look back! Ears splay too. She has to force herself to not do, well, anything! Which is kinda hard, it turns out. So, she tries to just go fuzzy-brained and focus on how it feels instead. That sure means she makes happy sounds, though.
It might help that Hexen leans over and bites the scruff of her neck. This way he can reach around the grab Alptraum's breasts, which means her hips are free to move a bit now. Maybe it's permission?
Alptraum tests this by now moving her hips too, and resuming her rolling clench-grip. And really, really, enjoying things at the moment, unf. It's putting her mind in a state.
Hexen does his best to keep in that state, at least until he wants to escalate it a bit. Now he's trying to make her pop! And growling. When has she ever heard him growl?
It doesn't take that much of him working in this state to send her back into that pleasure abyss. And the sounds, and smells, she makes gives that away quickly, along with her muscle spasming. Happy sounds, indeed! She's also pushing back as she tries to lock him again!
Hexen keeps things from locking again! He does have a bit more of a spasm than he has been though, and makes a sound like he's been punched in the gut. But it isn't enough to stop him! Without knotting, he can just keep going!
While Alptraum is doing everything to get him to knot again! She's even whining about it!
This causes him to bite her scruff harder, and tug on it. And also keep thrusting! Faster and faster since he doesn't have to worry about popping off this time. At least, not right away.
And Alptraum starts pulling back and even growling herself as she continues to try to capture him! When did he get this irritating!?
Maybe this could be a new sport! Or not, as Hexen is clearly trying to over-stimulate Alptraum. "I can keep this up.." he pants, "until you beg for mercy."
The scary part is, so could Alptraum! So .. this goes on for a while! At some point, though, Alptraum does give in and starts whining a whole lot! So, effectively begging for mercy of a sort. As does her attempts to grab him!
This is good enough for Hexen, who has one last burst of activity before staying in and knotting up. "Guh! I never thought all that torture would pay off," he gasps.
And good lord can Alptraum clench down. Her body grabs that knot like it's never going to let it go again! She also pants and wheezes as she rides out the remains of pleasure. She feels good. And for the moment, not overly horny. Though given her curse that won't last for long, alas.
Hexen leans back, and pulls Alptraum with him until she's sitting (stuck) in his lap. Where he proceeds to cuddle! This involves a breast massage and neck and ear nibbling.
Alptraum oofs. "Don't get smug," she comments after a bit, and settles in since she'll be like that for a while. She also sniffs a bit. "Wow, this wagon is going to stink for days," she comments, "People are going to wonder." She also seems to sort of purr at that chest massage a bit.
"Nobody comes in here," Hexen assures. "I stink up Krizzy's place too, but.. I'm not sure she has a sense of smell. Which is ironic given that nose of hers. Does she hear smells? I never get to cuddle like this." He also squeezes Alptraum's boobs as part of the massage.
"Hey, she really likes you. You should be grateful for that. Not everyone finds someone who truly loves them," Alptraum points out.
"I dunno," Hexen says. "Sometimes I think she just wanted someone easy to dominate. Pretty sure tying me up so I can't escape is.. love. Is it? I mean, I don't know for sure."
"Depends? I mean, she does other stuff with you, yeah? You do know the likelihood of you finding another fox isn't that high? And no, I don't count, I'm not real," Alptraum points out.
"Maybe in a city though," Hexen suggests. "Not a Sylvanian city, probably. But maybe in.. uh.. Rephidim? That's the one that everyone mixes together right? Have you ever been there?"
"Yeah, I've been there. I never saw one, sorry," Alptraum admits, "Never met another like you and your mom."
"You probably weren't lookin' or sniffin'," Hexen claims. "I could sniff any out. I need to head into the city here too though, I guess. I wish there was a way to just.. I dunno.. announce that I'm available to any vixens out there? I gotta be a catch, if we're so rare."
"But hey, I'm also the only one like me, too," Alptraum points out, though sounds kinda sad about that too. "Sometimes we're just unique in the world. Doesn't mean we won't find someone that likes us for us, though. I mostly just hide feeling lonely by becoming lots of other things as a distraction."
"Aren't you the consort of the Countess?" Hexen asks. "Who is pregnant?"
"Yes, like I said. Sometimes we find someone. I just can't be with her right now, and trust me, that's actually worse than just being alone," Alptraum admits. "It's just a way to distract from the feelings sometimes."
"So what are you doing in Babel?" Hexen asks, lifting and rubbing Alptraum's breasts still, and nuzzling her cheek. "Are you never yourself then?"
"I'm uniting ancient feuding Gods, one of which is my mother," Alptraum says, "And I'm at war with the same demon bitch that destroyed Sylvania in the past. Amenlichli. She's active in Babel."
"She ruined Sylvania?" Hexen asks. "Is she another relative? I thought this place was messed up ages ago!"
"Centuries ago. In a great war between Amena and Nala," Alptraum says, "It's what wrecked the land and created Bosch. And no, not a relative. The Lich Queen of Aztepa. Queen of the undead. Nasty."
"Aztepa.. the Land o' the Dead, right?" Hexen asks. "What.. how are you gonna fight her? Or do just need to get the Babel gods to do it?"
"No, I have to fight one of her agents directly. Possibly even her. I have a weapon that can destroy her, but the odds are not in my favor, really. It's just as likely we'll destroy each other. I may never meet my children. So, if I don't make it back, I hope you'll be able to tell them who their father was some day," Alptraum says and even shrugs a bit.
"What? No way!" Hexen exclaims, and even stops groping. "You run away and come home! Why do you have to fight a monster or a demon-goddess?"
"Because I'm the only one who can. If she succeeds there, it will spread, and no place will be safe. The line has to be drawn to protect the future for my children. For everyone's children," Alptraum explains.
"Well.. you beat her ass then!" Hexen declares. "You're half god after all, right? Which god is your mother? A tough one?"
"The personification of death," Alptraum says, "Sunala."
"Which is why spirits and zombies were around me a lot," she adds.
"Wait.. Death death?" Hexen asks. "How can anyone stand up to Death?"
"One who can subvert it. Amenlichli," Alptraum says, simply. "So, yeah, sorry. Your friend is basically a freak and a monster."
"Well, I'll concede that you are a bit weird," Hexen admits. "Because you were my friend. Nobody else would do that!"
"But you got your wish of me being a girl. At least for a little bit," Alptraum jokes, shrugs a bit. "I might be stuck female, dunno really. My life is weird."
"Maybe being split in two means one of you has to be female?" Hexen suggests. "And it wasn't my wish! I mean, I've been having weird dreams that don't feel like dreams. Still.." He fondles Alptraum's breasts some more. "This is pretty nice! If I had them, I'd never leave the wagon."
Alptraum smirks and pokes Hexen in the center of his chest. The reason, well, a bit of shadow pushed in and some tweaking to give Hexen some breasts. For a short bit anyway! The aim to be ... about her current size, too.
"Aagh!" the fox yips in surprise. "Could you always do this?" he asks, and.. fondles his breasts. "Wait... you do the left one and I'll do the right one, I want to see if it's like the dream."
"No, I couldn't do this always," Alptraum says and reaches to fondle said left one, and pinches the nipple with claws.
Hexen yips again! "Alright.. that.. does feel familiar. Except in the dream you were wayyy more reluctant to do it!" he claims. "Maybe I should learn magic! Or at least have you do this to Krizzy."
"It would make it harder for her to fly if they're large," Alptraum points out, "And it's hard to make permanent without a lot of energy. I don't know if I could at this distance." She leans in and bites said nipple now and pulls.
"Yeeeee!" Hexen squeals. "Were your teeth always that sharp? So this only lasts as long as you're here?"
"Well, it would last for a time after I leave, anyway. So unless I remove those you'll need to bind your chest or people will see you've got them," Alptraum says once she releases said nipple.
Hexen giggles, then laughs. "Oh man, I just remembered that time we dressed up as girls and the townies actually tried chatting us up!" he says.
"Ugh, I wish I didn't. It foreshadowed this of me, I guess," Alptraum says. "I know most guys and a some girls lust after me."
"Rub it in, why don't you!" Hexen says, and lightly punches Alptraum in the shoulder. "The only one lustin' after me is.. a weirdo!"
"Yes, but she's a lot of fun, no? Why do you need more than one?" Alptraum counters as she rubs her be-hit shoulder.
"Because she treats me like a toy, I guess," Hexen says, rubbing his breasts. "How can she be so good with knots just using her feet? How come she did go after you?"
"Because I left and you didn't?" Alptraum suggests, shrugs. "Of course I could turn her into a fox, or a more regular Eeee. Or leave her as she is."
Hexen's ears go 'poit' at that suggestioin. "A fox. Like the one you turned into?" he asks. Then shakes his head. "No.. she'd have to want that.. But maybe she does? Is being an Eeee better than being a fox?"
"Being able to fly is worth being an Eeee," Alptraum points out. "But she would have to want to change. An Eeee similar to this is possible."
"A fluffy Eeee?" Hexen asks. "With a fluffy tail? So.. I mean.. a flying fox I suppose.."
"Is a tail required?" Alptraum asks.
"Well.. I suppose not," Hexen admits with a sigh. "I have enough for two to share!" he then claims, perking up.
"Not saying it's impossible, it would just take time to figure out how to do it. Combining species is not easy," Alptraum admits.
"Oh, well.. maybe just boobs then," Hexen says. "Pretty sure she'd like those!"
"You'd have to ASK her first. And I would need time to figure out how to do it. For now, I can just leave you with boobs. I'm sure she could have fun with those," Alptraum says, grins.
"Wai.. you're gonna leave me like this?" Hexen asks worriedly. "You'll be back, right?"
"Is there a problem leaving you like that? Should I make you all girl?" Alptraum teases.
"Only in my weird dreams!" Hexen pleads. "These.. clash with my broad, masculine chest!"
Alptraum giggles. "Aww, I think they look good," she teases, and leans in to nurse on one. And see if she can make it leak. Which would just make it weirder.
Of course it does, eventually. "Augh! They didn't do this before, I'm pretty sure! Yours always did though, an' you needed me to make 'em stop for a bit.."
Alptraum of course works on the other one to get it leaky too before she draws back. "Hey, I learned to like having breasts. I feel weird now when I don't have them," she teases.
"The more they leak, the smaller they'll get right, until they're all gone?" Hexen asks, squeezing them to try and get all the juice out.
"Doesn't work that way, sorry," Alptraum says. "So you really want me to remove them?"
"Yeah.. inna minute more.." the fox replies, still trying to squeeze them dry.
Alptraum sits back and lets the fox fondle himself. She did similar when she first got them after all. Dagh, she still does sometimes. It's an aspect she's grown to like having and one she absolutely misses when a guy.
"Alright.. I'm done with 'em," Hexen says, dropping his hands.
Alptraum actually pouts at Hexen for a bit, but does reach over and use the shadow to undo the boobification of Hexen. Poor guy doesn't know what he's missing!
Once he's flat-chested again, Hexen pounces Alptraum and starts suckling hard on her!
Alptraum squeaks! And flails! Not that she mind, though. Being nursed on feels lovely and helps her feel even better about her form!
It takes a bit of effort, but milk starts to flow! Hexen makes nom-nom noises while he sucks though.
Alptraum rolls her eyes. "Oy, the sound effects aren't necessary you weirdo," she chides.
"How else will I make you giggle though?" Hexen asks playfully, and switches breasts. This time with exaggerated slurping sounds!
Alptraum rolls her eyes, again! "Yer still a weirdo," she huffs, and lets him nurse. She doesn't admit she does like the sensation, though.
The nursing is followed by another round of humping though, since Hexen is all worked up again. The nursing makes it feel a lot nicer though, and Hexen isn't exactly going fast.
"And you don't find this weird?" Alptraum asks while he's, well, going at it again. "And aren't worried you'll never be able to look at me again...?"
"You're good to look at right now!" Hexen claims, then suckles some more as he works his hips. "That sort of stuff is future Hexen's problem!" he notes as switches nipples again.
Alptraum pinches an ear! "Oy, I'm being serious, Hex," Alptraum says. "I don't want us to end up not friends because of this." Her hips are still moving, of course, because it feels good and she can't really stop herself. She likes being filled.
Hexen tugs the nipple before letting go, and nuzzles Alptraum's throat. "Next time you can turn me into a girl then, even it all out," he suggests. "Dis is all just fun."
"If I do that I might take yer backside too," Alptraum threatens! "And teach you all sorts of Babel fun."
"S'long as we're both foxes," Hexen says. "Dis as close as I ever really gonna get."
Alptraum snortlaughs. "You'd let me take you like that if I was a fox?" she asks. "Truth be told, it feels very different and can be enjoyable with practice."
"Or both flappers," Hexen says. "But that might be weird. You gotta learn how to fly, don'tcha?" he asks, before speeding up his hips a bit.
"Yah, you have to learn. It's not hard, but takes some practice. Weird balance is all different," Alptraum says while she can, before the speed up sends her into the state it's hard to think.
Hexen works to get Alptraum to the tipping point and keep her there, mainly for the look she gets on her face.
Alptraum doesn't even know what that face is. Or care at the moment. Everything just feels toe-curling good!
The (real) fox starts making little yipping sounds as he thrusts, and bites Alptraum's neck to try and stop them.
The sounds tends to make Alptraum giggle! It also makes her try to get him stuck again out of reflexive instinct!
The fox whines and starts to twitch, his hip movement becoming erratic. This goes on for quite a while! It isn't clear if he's peaked or going through something else.
So of course Alptraum fights back with ridiculously skilled muscle control in that area to try and drive him crazy!
Hexen gives a final thrust, and makes a death-rattle sort of sound before passing out! He's stuck, but it's not as tight as before. And Alptraum didn't feel him actually release, so he might have been dry or there just wasn't enough to be noticeable.
"Aw, and here I was going to offer to visit regularly as a fox so you could take me," Alptraum whispers in the passed-out foxes ear. Gah, even now she's evil.
"Nnnnnnnnnn.." Hexen goes. Maybe he just blacked out for a bit! "Whawasdat?" he mutters.
"Nothing. You can go back to sleep," Alptraum says, innocently.
The fox responds by hugging Alptraum tightly and kissing her!
Alptraum mph! And flails, wide-eyed!
Hexen has a surprisingly strong hug! The flailing makes him bit Alptraum's ear instead.
Alptraum ows, too! "Ow!"
Hexen tries biting Alptraum's neck then. Maybe that will calm her down.
Alptraum ends up squealing! Not terribly calming.
Hexen chews for a bit anyway, and makes zerbert noises.
"Gah, you're so weird!" Alptraum complains, squirming.
"The weirdest," Hexen claims. And noses lower until he's suckling again.
"And breast obsessed. I should put them back on you," Alptraum grumbles...
"Mmm-mm-mm-mm," Hexen replies, vibrating Alptraum's captive nipple. That could mean anything though!
Alptraum decides to split the difference. The shadow is used, but only gives Hexen female-nipples. So, bigger and more pronounced, but no mounds.
It isn't clear if the nursing fox notices. He seems lost in the activity. Although he does still jerk his hips every so often, not that anything can move where the two are connected.
And there's a rather tight clenching every time there's a tug to remind him he's not going anywhere. The fox may not notice the nipples for a bit, which will make it funnier! They might last longer, too. "You are hopeless," she murmurs, but enjoys.
"Not anymore!" Hexen claims, and licks Alptraum's nose. "I haven't had this much fun since.. the last time you visited before leaving for Babel! Next time we should go into town. There's gotta be stuff worth doing there."
"But what if people see me? How would we explain that?" Alptraum points out. "At least as me. Well, Eeee me. No idea what gender I'll be able to be next time."
"But you can be anything right?" Hexen asks. "Just be a fox again. Or a different looking Eeee."
"Or a skreek, skeek, savanite, fnerf ... slug, hog, grok," Alptraum ticks off.
"Wassa grok?" Hexen asks. "And a hog? That'd be silly, walking through town with a hog. No way we'd get into any candy stores like that."
"Grok is a big scary hunting beast," Alptraum explains. "Anyway, yah, I can become lots of things, and genders. Probably both genders at once if I tried."
"Well.. something that's normal for town then," Hexen suggests.
"What's normal these days?" Alptraum has to ask. She doesn't even know what is normal!
"I dunno, I haven't been to town," Hexen admits.
"Well, get some recon so you can tell me more next time," Alptraum suggests.
"Maybe there are Lapi even!" the fox says. "They can be cute!"
"I can do Lapi," Alptraum admits. Doesn't mention the toothless Lapi, though! She's fun, if crazy and a bit hormonal. Probably not a good choice, though; she drools.
"Really? You did that.. uh.. thing to one so you could copy 'em?" Hexen asks. "That's what you gotta do, right?"
"Yes? Why? What are you thinking?" Alptraum asks.
"Well.. how do you get them to let you do that?" Hexen asks. "I mean, do you seduce them?"
"Sometimes. Sometimes I sneak it, sometimes I ask," Alptraum says and shrugs again. "Most enjoy it."
"That's gotta be the most amazin' thing of all," Hexen says. "You gotta teach me all yer secret techniques! How'd you learn to be sexy and stuff?"
"Hah, no, that I was taught by an expert in all forms of pleasure. She was brutal," Alptraum admits. "I have had to suck on every possible shape and size of male bits."
"And practice riding in various ways," she adds, quietly.
Hexen's eyes go wide at that. "Maybe I should just try t'be charming and exotic? And.. find something to mask my manly musk. Gotta be something in town, right? Special soap or perfume or magical amulet."
Alptraum laughs. "There are plenty of ways to hide scents. So, yes, probably," she says. "Though you're better off finding someone who likes it than hiding it."
"Who, like a Fnerf?" Hexen asks. "Do they smell like foxes? They're.. uh.. pretty big though."
"Yeah, they're big, but they're fun to ride," Alptraum claims, shrugs. "Anyway. I'm sure something can be done if you really want."
"Maybe you could magic it away!" Hexen laughs. Then sticks his muzzle between Alptraum's breasts and goes "PPPPBBBBBTHTH!"
Alptraum acks! "Yes, but I like you as you are. You don't need to change," she claims.
"Really?" Hexen asks, looking into Alptraum's eyes. "I mean.. really really? I'm still a goof though!"
"Yeah? You're a good friend and fun?" Alptraum says. "There's nothing wrong with you. I'm the messed up one."
"You can't be messed up if you like me," Hexen declares. "And I can prove it!"
"How?" Alptraum asks.
Hexen thinks for a moment, eyes narrowed as he concentrates. "Eaaasy.." he says. "Oh! Turn into a bunny!"
"How weird of a bunny?" Alptraum asks.
That causes the fox to blink. "A pretty one," Hexen decides. "And soft, too."
"All bunnies are soft," Alptraum points out, then has to ponder/think. It takes a bit to find a doe without 'baggage' but there is one, the one sorta modeled after herself. Though bustier and broader hipped like a doe should be. And probably the safest one.
"Oooooo," Hexen goes. It must feel weird to him while he's plugged inside during the shift.
Alptraum sure finds it feels weird! And get a bit more snug! But by the end of it, there be a bun. Thankfully not associated to anyone that could get Hexen in trouble.
Hexen immediately burries his nose in the doe's neck-fur and takes a deep sniff. "Oh.. wow.. this is what a bunny smells like.." he mutters oddly.
Alptraum blinks. "Okay, now that's a bit weird. I didn't know you had a thing for bunnies," she admits.
The fox actually growls a bit, and bites. It's a slow bite, but comes close to breaking the skin. As a doe.. it feels very predatory to Alptraum.
Alptraum squeaks! "Uh ... careful," the doe warns. She IS a lot more vulnerable like this.
The fox.. chews a bit. "Could eat you up," Hexen mutters while chewing. He does stop though, and lick the spot. It feels pretty damp from saliva already. Then he's running his hands up and down her body, dragging his claws through her fur. "Soft," he says, sounding mesmerized.
This is a whole other side to the fox. Does he really have a thing for Lapi? Is this some sort of weird instinct? Whatever it is it makes Alptraum squirm, and worry. And squeak.
Hexen is soon cuddling Alptraum like a pillow. "I really want to bite you," he admits. "But you're so soft. I want to sleep on a pile of bunnies now. Can I taste some of your blood?" he asks. "Just a little bit."
"Is that safe?" Alptraum asks warily. She's sure taken enough blood from others. "If you're careful, yes, but ... you have to be very careful and do it safely."
"Where is best then?" Hexen asks, and nips her neck. "Here?" he asks, and moves down to her shoulder. "Here?"
"Shoulder is safer, no major arteries to nick as easily as in the throat," Alptraum admits. It's why she usually went for the shoulder area and less often the neck, after all.
Of course, Alptraum couldn't open his jaws as wide as Hexen can. The bite is sharp, and briefly painful. Is this what it's like when he bites people? The adrenaline surge may be specific to Lapi though!
And that makes everything go tense, clench, and the lapi squeak, wide-eyed! And she feels a bit panicky on top of it! She knows bat spit has some numbing effect, but. Ow.
"Relax," Hexen garbles through his bite. He massages the back of Alptraum's neck to try and achieve this. She can smell blood, which doesn't help.
"Easy for you to say!" the bunny squeaks, "You don't have lapi instincts right now. I get those too!"
"But yer gettin' me excited," Hexen says while licking up the blood. He also starts testing if he has room to move down below.
Alptraum is clenching a lot down there on him in panic! Though if he pulls enough he can probably get loose. Maybe.
It takes the fox a few moments to realize this, but then he tries to pull the knot out. It takes some effort, but he eventually manages it.. and then immediately starts pumping away as best he can. There's no way that knot is going back inside though!
That makes for one pained squeak and a pop! At least it feels nice after when he starts moving again. Not going back in will be a disappointment, though!
It's a mixed set of feelings for a doe. The prey response to a predator.. but then sex, which is a very powerful positive. Even though Hexen growls. He's never been like this before! But then when would have ever been in a situation like this? Is this why Skeek and Skreek girls shunned him too.. other than the smell?
Might have been? Hexen is almost scary right now! He's never growled like this before, or been this assertive about just ... doing something. It's interesting, exciting, and definitely stimulating. If she were aware of it, she'd realize her Lapi anatomy is quite in gear, and causing her to ovulate in response as a Lapi might. Useless, but her body is ... appreciating it.
There's some more biting.. not hard, but not exactly playful either, and then Hexen sort of sits up, grabbing the doe's legs and holding out in a wide "V" just before he starts really thrusting fast, even if he can't get all the way in. And he's staring at Alptraum's face the whole time, licking what bits of blood remain from his lips.
The bunny is trying to relax enough to get him in, too. It's kinda painful, but she's trying! She's also wide-eyed and staring back at the fox. This really is a completely different side to to Hexen. It's a bit terrifying.
"I'm not scaring you am I?" Hexen growls, practically devouring the bunny with his eyes.
"Yes," Alptraum squeaks, terrified.
"Ah, then.." Hexen says, and pulls out for a moment before flipping the doe onto her belly. Now she can't see him! But he's back into her a moment later, and now that there's padding he's going even harder than before. He also pulls her arms to her sides and sort of pins them there by reaching underneath to squeeze her breasts. His breath his hot on the back of Alptraum's neck, and still smells of blood.
"This is not better," Alptraum squeaks! What is into Hexen right now? This is not like him at all. This is more like one of the Goddess' followers!
But it's also disturbingly exciting and she's enjoying it a lot more than she should be!
In an effort to calm the bunny, Hexen bites the scruff her neck. But he's still growling, the bite is a bit sharp. And all of his weight is on her back now too!
Still not better! But she's also starting to peak, a lot! Her eyes roll back in her head and she makes all sorts of pleased squeaky sounds. Where he an actual Lapi, and she a normal one, she'd be so knocked up.
This spurs the fox into even more frenzied action! He lets out a sound that chills Alptraum, as he peaks hard. And for quite a bit of time, and it isn't dry at all. It's probably the most intense he's been all evening.
All the while the Lapi is grinding back and trying to get him fully back inside. Whether she succeeds or not, she sure tries! And the release feels amazing!
This comes at a cost.. to Hexen! Still holding onto the doe, he rolls to the side, then onto his back. He's wheezing, just like original-wimpy-Hexen would. Now he's more or less at the mercy of Alptraum though! That bulging knot still isn't where she wants it to be yet.
The now sex-drunk bunny is soon straddling him and he's right back in her. Legs spread and she's pushing down with all her weight! It's painful for her, and probably for him! But, she's trying all she can to get him back in! She's even hooked her legs under his so she can pull!
The fox yerfs at the bouncing bunny. Maybe it does hurt, as he must be over-stimulated by now. But then he's clearly following her bouncing breasts, and reaches out to grab them. At least in this position, the doe has the best chance of getting around that knot! Or breaking the fox. She just needs to spread a bit more.
Alptraum does spread her legs a bit wider. She even reaches down with her fingers to try and pull herself more open as much as she can. And she bounces. And grinds. It's like the lapi is obsessed and simply must get it in! It's far more pain than pleasure for her at that point but she's still trying. Or .. hopefully will come to her senses.
Then it happens! In stages, and requires some twisting to line things up better, but finally she does it! Hexen yelps! But that opening needs to be elastic enough to pass a baby, so it's not that big of a surprise, really.
And the lapi sinks down! And clenches around it. And croons, back arched, as she shudders hard. It hurt when it finally happened, but it set off another huge pleasure wave. Gorphat's really gotten her claws into Alptraum, given even horrible pain can sometimes be 'enjoyed'. Somehow.
Hexen just moans. His hands drop and really does pass out this time. There's only so much a fox can manage, apparently. Even a randy fox.
And a Lapi too. Somehow, she passes out, while impaled, drooling, and looking vacuous and satisfied all at the same time. Worth it. So worth it. She'll still probably feel shame later, though, when she thinks about it.