There is no position at which Dar feels comfortable anymore. His altered feet ache constantly, the constantly wet fur on his jaw is beginning to rot and the shift in his neck is quite painful. His throat, chest, and stomach hang low and heavy, and his 'tail' doesn't counter-balance things well. Having to use the knuckles of his former wings to prop himself up leaves them a bit chafed, but it's the only way to keep his torso off of the ground.
The altered angle of the Eeee's larynx and the lack of teeth makes active sonar impossible now, which sounds mangled anyway due to the altered ears, and now his eyes hurt as if experiencing higher fluid pressure.
Dar doesn't remember when he last felt comfortable, really. Or even how long he's been here. He's tried doing different things, positions, ways of laying. Sonar. Nothing really works anymore. It's all left him effectively blind in here as there's no light, either. And his only company is either the three times a day a demon visits to 'feed' him, or one of the Yodhmabb stop by. The only good thing about his neck is at least he can't see the condition much of his torso and junk. Though by the pain and itch, he doubts they've improved any. And is it time for Hosheb to stop by? No idea, lost track of time. He just sort of shuffles and paces uncomfortably in this horrid cell. Maybe he'll just die soon.
Instead of a demon, there is a painful burst of light and noise. It's just the door to the cell opening, and a candle, but it still seems painfully bright. There's a loud droning noise that echoes throughout the chamber that has nothing to do with the figure that enters. "Still alive in here?" a Skreeky voice asks. "Haven't turned into a murderous raving monster yet?"
"Eeeegh," Dar complains and shuffles backwards from the door. "Too bight," he slurs badly. And that droning? What is it? Horribs? IS he now to be a horrib nest too? Well, it would end his suffering. "Who ith dere?" he asks. "No gon harm you."
"Crustina, the Yodhmaab," the figure replies. "Ugh, don't dey wash you at all?" she complains. Something lands on Dar's back, between the bone spines that have grown fairly long by now. From the sharp pricks of its feet and apparent size, it's probably one of the Royal Guard Horribs. Now that it's stopped buzzing its wings, Dar also hears the echoes of something sloshing in a bucket.
"No, no wash," Dar slurs as he shuffles about more, muscles aching with each movement, and horrid pain in his groin when things down there bounce and sway. They feel disturbingly large, too, but then that could just be from pain. He can't exactly look back at the creature on his back, either. "Why isth there a horrib on my back?" he inquires, squinting in that horrid bright light and shuffles a bit closer to the Yodhmabb to try and get a look at her.
"Oh.. you kin still move," the rat says nervously as Dar approaches. She looks a bit blurry, as if looking through murky water, and even then only the parts furthest from the candle are visible at all. "Oh.. the Horrib. Uh.. it just came along. I don't speak Horrib," Crustina admits. The Horrib is currently do something to Dar's scalp.
"Of course I can move some," Dar answers as he shuffles a bit, then stops as the servant seems to be getting nervous. "I told you I not going to hurt you," he says, blinking a lot. "I don't get many visitors. Ever, really. Just other monsters." His ears twitch about as the creature on his back is messing with his head, though he knows not why. At least it's not stinging him.
"I tink it's giving you a massage or somethin'," Crustina says, setting down her candle to free up both hands, and approaches cautiously. "So.. uh.. how's yer mouth feel?" she asks.
Dar rolls his jaw some. He's got some teeth left, but not many. Just the back molars. Front and such long gone, that little jerk pulled them out. "Somewhat sore, like all of me," he answers and rolls his wings slowly in a small shrug. "But not too bad. Not like I use it much. Demon feeds me in a different way."
"So you don't use your mouth to eat with anymore?" the rat asks. "That's good! Or.. well.. easier.."
Dar's eyes narrow. He doesn't like the sound of that. "What is good an easier?" he asks and shuffles closer towards her.
"I mean that.. you.. don't really use your tongue anymore," the rat says, a bit nervously. "And you don't talk much, right?"
"No, I do noth. Talking is hard," Dar admits, and it is. He slurs a lot and it makes his throat hurt some. That comment though is giving him more of a bad feeling. "Why th interesth in my tongue?
"I'm here to make it better," the Skreek claims. There's a cutting sensation on Dar's scalp about then, as the Horrib starts to peel is back from the skull.
"Ow!" Dar barks out and stumbles around more, nearly tipping over! "What ith that bug doing?!" he complains. "That hurts!" He lifts one wing arm as of going to try and push the bug off, but he can't lift the arm enough, or bend enough, to come close to reaching.
The Horrib clings in place with several limbs, and then something scrapes against Dar's exposed skull. It feels like part of a Horrib's carapace.. and part of it covers his eyes. It's partly transparent, but dark enough that the candlelight isn't so painfully bright anymore. Something is sticking it in place, like the resin the bugs produce. And then the skin of Dar's scalp is flopped back over this.
Dar nnnghs a bit, and at least stops flailing around so much. It wasn't super painful and at least at the moment it's helping with the candle light, so his eyes aren't screaming so much at him. "what has that thing put on my fath?" he asks the Skreek.
"Looks kinda like the shell from a Horrib.. belly?" Crustina says. "It's got segments."
Do ... Dar ends up wiggling his brow around some, which of course hurts, and even shakes his head a little to see if it comes loose. The fact that it's making the light hurt less is at least appreciated, but. He's a walking mass of grafts at this point, as his back attests. At least he's calming down?
"So.. all done fidgetin'?" Crustina asks.
"Yeah," Dar says. It hurts to fight a lot. Move a lot. Exist. He settles back some on his haunches, which in turn ends up making his crotch hurt. "Tell me," the mutated Eeee says, "How bad am I ... b'tween mah legs? It hurts bad."
"Well.. uh.. I don't care for the squirmin' bits," Crustina asks. "Umm.. does it really matter at this point?"
"It matters to me," Dar says, "Whath squirmin?"
"The maggots are," the Skreek explains. "Which is for the best, prob'ly."
Dar ughs! "Clean dem off?" he asks.
"But dey cleaning out the dead bits!" Crustina proclaims. "Dat's important! In de Streets Below, you always wait until the maggots are done before you trust any meat."
Dar twitches. "Fine," he says. And part of him wonders if this is some sort of holdover from Nicora, who's genitals are swarming with them.
"See, it's good to not worry about divine will and such," Crustina says. "Now stick out yer tongue and no matter what, do not bite down.. oh wait, you got no teeth in front. So just stick it out and think of Gorphat."
Dar ... well, he sort of gives up. He opens his maw and does stick out his tongue all the way. Thinking about Gorphat is easy. For all the torment she has inflicted in the bat in various forms, he's actually very fond of her. Enjoys her company even when he knows it's not good for him. He misses her, really.
"Eww, dat pretty slimy," Crustina complains, then reaches into the bucket of 'water' and removes something. Dar feels hard little nubs clamp onto the tip of his tongue.. and then via some sort of conveyor motion whatever it is slowly climbs his tongue while swallowing it.
Gar gluurts! His weird tail also starts thrashing around! Hey, he's got some motor control of it now. "Uuugh it doo?" he burbles out without moving that tongue, or his mouth, really.
"It's a worm thing that's.. eating your tongue for some purpose," Crustina says. "I don't get explanations for stuff! Otto just gave me a bucket and said 'put dis on the tip of his tongue,' and you don't question Otto."
Dar would absolutely question Otto! Otto is insane! And cruel! And he humps Nicora! No one does that with any sort of sanity. Nicora has like every disease ever, or something.
The worm isn't fast, and it's heavy so it keeps Dar's tongue from so much as twitching. He knows there must be a lot of blood loss, but isn't feeling it (anymore than he felt it from the scalp surgery). And the Horrib is still on his neck, to boot.
Dar ends up sort of whimpering, but he's holding still for now. Having a giant death-bug on your back is a good motivator to behave. It's ... painful, though. Hundreds of tiny bites, over an over. Why isn't he bleeding out, though. "Uth," he manages out.
The worm eventually reaches as far as Dar's lips, and keeps on going into his mouth. He can still feel his eaten tongue though, somehow.. or at least something like his tongue. How long is the worm, anyway?
Dar guh! His bound up arms kind of squirm a bit. They can't move much, though. That feels messed up and weird! What is going on?!? He tries to move a wing arm to feel how long that thing is.
At least with his neck and throat in this position he can't gag. The thing finally stops when it reaches the root, and after a big of maneuvering Dar manages to brush a wing-arm against it. He can feel the brush, somewhat, and also feel the soft, squirmy flesh of the worm. It's a bit longer than his original tongue, and there's something on the far end like a.. flower? There's no wetness from bleeding though (just the drool, which feels a lot thicker than blood).
Dar uses his wing to try and pull at the thing and get it off his tongue! It feels thick ... and gross! And it squirms! Plus it hurts at the root where it stopped, ugh.
"Hey, stop dat!" Crustina cries when she sees what Alptraum is trying to do, and tries to slap away his wing-arm. This brings her close to the worm though, and the end of it latches onto her neck. Dar doesn't taste the blood in the same way, and the worm has a sort of pumping action. The Skeek's blood is delivered to him while somehow bypassing him having to swallow. It is incredibly weird, as if his real tongue now had the properties of a leech.
Dar in a panic tries to pull back and get it off the skreek! That's ... that's just wrong! Did this thing graft itself to him somehow, like that awful tail. He at least learned how to use it.
The leech-tongue releases the Skreek, who staggers back until she falls onto her butt. "That was.. uh.. weird?" Crustina mutters.
"Yeth," Dar agrees and slurs even worse. He shakes his head some, which of course makes that thing flop about. Guh. It is longer than his tongue.
"Heh.. no kissing for you.." the light-headed Skreek says. The big Horrib also flies off, releasing the pressure on Dar's neck while also inundating him with the loud echoes of his droning.
Dar gets revenge for that comment by heading towards the skreek as if he intends to kiss her. He also feels better that the murder bug isn't on his back anymore. Guess he won't be a horrib nest. Pity, it would have been an escape.
"Eeee!" Crustina squeaks and tries to get away, but is too woozy still.
Dar keeps approaching the rat until his wing-arms loom around her. He can't really look down, though, and she gets a good look at his neck. Also, crotch.
"Too wobbly!" the Skreek cries, and covers her eyes with her hands.
"Lick it," Dar asks. Why? Because she said he was gross! Which he is, and he gets little entertainment.
The Yodhmaab just sticks her tongue out, still keeping her eyes covered.
Dar can't see, but he lumbers forward and waggles his hips to see if he can get his thing to hit that tongue. She made fun of him! She deserves a little torment.
He feels something bump into him, but things are pretty numb there. So he can't tell if he got Crustina's tongue or her nose. There is a squeak though.
Dar tries to rub there a bit just to mess with her, then shambles back. ""fr mking fnth me," he tries to say, sighs.
The Skreek sticks her head in the bucket of water that the leech-worm was in, then gasps when she comes up for air. "Dat was mean! I wasn't makin' fun. You sucked on me!"
Dar says, "U cld suk me." He even tries to grin some.
"Would you notice?" Crustina asks.
"Ty an ve fnd ou," Dar slurs.
So, below Dar's sight-line, the Skreek asks, "You feel this?" Dar feels some motion at the 'root' of things, maybe side-to-side. "Worried it'll snap off!"
"Feel it thum," Dar slurs, head tilting. At least it isn't ... hurting? But it's also been a while since the demon visited him for a 'treatment'.
"Is there anyplace that feels normal to you?" Crustina asks.
"No rly," Dar admits. He tilts his head trying to see if he can feel her doing anything else.
She tries to rub his tail, which he mainly feels as some pressure. "How about here?" the Skreek asks.
"Thmb prssr," Dar manages out. He also wiggles that tail some since he can now move it.
"Eh... hmmm," Crustina goes, and climbs up onto Dar's back, holding onto the back spines. And that he can feel with a bit more sensitivity.
"Oof!" Dar complains. He also lumbers around a bit with the rat on his back. He now feels like an animal ... which is weird and wrong. "Mother Gorphat ... do you actually love me, or are you mad?" he wonders.
"Hold still!" Crustina requests, while trying to stroke his spines. It feels nice, actually.
Dar holds still, then. His head tilts, but that's only slightly as he has rather restricted range. "Fll gd," he manages out, and even sort of drooly trills.
So the Skreek keeps on stroking the spines as if they were.. well, something else that responds to stroking. It doesn't quite get to the same level of response, but it feels pleasant - which goes a long way given how terrible everything else feels.
This ... this is nice. It's calming. And the misshapen Eeee makes some rather pleased, if wet, noises.
"So, feel better now?" Crustina asks. "I still a little dizzy."
"Yth, bttr, thnk," Dar struggles to say. He also crouches down a bit in case the rat wants to climb off.
The rat does want to climb off, and manages to sort of fall off. She uses one of Dar's wing arms to pull herself back to her feet, then wobbles towards the door. She doesn't bother picking up the candle or bucket though. "Need ta take a nap.." she says.
"Gd idea," Dar slurs and lifts up a bit so his bound hands can wave slightly. He moves a bit back into the darkness too. At least the candle doesn't bother his eyes anymore.
After a somewhat unrefreshing nap, Revy is woken by a hand on her shoulder. "You awake?" an Eeee voice asks. "Can't tell with your eyes like that."
And Revy regrets trying to open her eyes, ouch. She yawns widely soon thereafter and stretches a bit. "I am now," she chirps, "What's up? Somebody's thingie?" She giggles.
She's answered with a deep Eeee kiss. For some reason she flinches at the tongue for a moment.
Revy makes a small mph! Well, that was a surprise! After that flinch, she lifts her arms up and wraps them about her neck and kisses back, firmly and warmly. And tonguely.
Without breaking the kiss, the Eeee stranger climbs on top of Revy and maneuvers his way inside of her. He feels a lot bigger than his body would suggest.
Well now! Right to the point, so to speak. She hooks her legs around his for leverage and starts to roll herself a bit. Good thing she's always in sort of a semi-aroused state, at least. Keeps her, er, slick there. She also starts clenching down with Yodhinala-level muscle skill.
This makes the male squeak in surprise, despite the lip-lock. He actually just stays in place as Revy works her magic for a minute before he starts to rock his own hips.
And Revy can work some impressive magic for one of her apparent age. She can grip in waves and in varying ways. She must remember to thank Mave for all those late night toy practice sessions. They're actually paying off. And when he starts moving too, she ... enjoys. Just being with another Eeee can be quite nice too, even without spots and purring. No trying to rush it, she's savoring the feeling of being filled. She's so glad to be back to being, well a female instead of that poor male in pain.
Her current partner doesn't rush things either, but does make some pained noises as he thrusts. He might even be crying, as Revy feels some wetness on her face.
The wetness ... that confuses her. Revy tries to ease out of the kiss to ask, "You okay?" She doesn't stop what she's doing though, which is demonstrating how female Eeee can be taught to suckle in a way down there.
"Nnn, sorry," the man says. "I'm cursed by Gorphat. You're blessed though, right? You have green hair and your eyes are sewn shut.."
"Cursed how?" Revy asks, a bit concerned. She is cursed too, yes, but usually only her male form. Won't this cause her problems? Maybe? "I'm ... kind of blessed? Sort of," she waffles a bit.
"I can't.. you know.. get soft but also can't finish," the man whispers. "Sometimes it hurts too. So maybe if it will work with you, then the curse will be broken."
Revy ... isn't sure she can break that curse! She ... actually doesn't know. She also remembers what it was like for her when she cursed Alptraum ... so she has some sympathy. "I'll try," she murmurs in his ear and goes right back to working on him. Also using the shadow a little to see if she can figure out what is, well, wrong.
Things are swollen and there seems to be some scar tissue in the erectile tissue, as if things have been torn and healed. So it may be the cause of the pain.
So as Revy slowly takes the man, trying to console and ease his suffering, in the background she is trying to use the shadow to work on fixing him; reduce the scarring, help, well ... flow. She also goes back to kissing him tenderly. Slow is good as it allows her to focus better and not get overwhelmed.
The man still thrusts hard, despite any pain he might have. And if he has priapism.. this could take some time!
Well, she's paid for her time, right? Professional consort! She rolls so that she's on top. "Let me control," she says to him softly as she straddles him. If he doesn't move, she can focus easier.
"Hard.. not to.. uh.." the man says. "You're really pretty," he admits, and while his holds still while Revy straddles him, his hands don't remain idle. Soon, he's fondling her breasts.
Revy remembers her training as a Yodhgorphat when Nicora. How curses work, and the focus behind them that is used. So, she uses that here, using the symbiology of the act while focusing her thoughts on the man inside her. She rolls, sensual, sinuous, and her inner muscles roll and pull upward, an attempt to 'draw the curse out of him'. Also similar to how she took a curse from Magog, but she's trying to not think too much about that.
"Ow, ow.. don't stop.." the man recites, and tugs on Revy's nipples, occasionally twisting them via the piercings. "Can I sit up?" he asks.
The nipple twisting makes her chirp a bit too. "Of course you can," Revy coos and simply continues her 'work'. She muses a bit about how she actually likes being one of the Yodh most of the time. Even as Nicora, she actually does help people; her suffering and what her body produces is used to make treatments for others. In many ways, it's actually an honor, and she's grateful Gorphat liked her enough to give her the chance to be one of Hers. Weird musings, but she's not really been Nicora in a while, so may not remember everything about it that clearly. Still, thinking of Gorphat does make her feel good. She really does adore that Goddess.
The man sits up, and uses his hands to squeeze Revy's butt, while starting to suck on her nipples.. with lots of tonguing which leads to lots of slurping sort of noises. But he seems happy, and is not complaining about pain anymore. The lack of pain must mean Revy is doing alright at drawing out the curse.. probably!
Revy is also enjoying being nursed on. Having breasts makes her happy, and being nursed on does too! And at least he's distracted. So ... she returns to that slow draw-suckle while she tries to use the shadow to fix things up down there. She also at times focuses on the 'drawing' part of trying to get the curse out, though she worries what effect it could have on her. Not sure of the best route.
The scar tissue is slowly but surely reduced (or absorbed) by the shadow without the man complaining. The curse itself goes beyond that, and is rooted deeper in the man's prostate. What did he do to get cursed? It's not like Gorphat doles those out at random anymore.
"What did you do to get cursed?" Revy asks at some point as she slowly continues to ride the man. The size is pleasant for her at least, but she knows how painful it can get. So she keeps working on the scarring first, and then will probe down into the prostate later.
"Mmmm," the man suckles, then stops to say, "I traded with my sister. She had things clenched closed down there."
"You ... slept with your sister, then?" Revy asks. It's not unheard of in Babel, and not taboo. "What did she do to get cursed?" she asks next as she starts to really pull-draw on the man.
"Eh? No I just prayed to Gorphat," the man says, then unfs at the pull. "She was sick with a lung ailment, and prayed to Gorphat, so got the other thing in exchange for curing her lungs."
"Ah," Revy says. And that .. well, does make sense. She doesn't think her work on the man should cause any upset, then. Though she's also not really a Yodhgorphat, not like this. So, it may or may not work. On she continues, riding the man slowly, steady, controlling her muscles with that slow-draw-pull. She also starts to inspect his prostate with the shadow.
The curse is inflammation, like an allergic reaction. And there's something foreign in there causing it. It feels like tiny grains of broken glass.. very spiky.
Revy envelops those in the shadow and tries to see if she can break them down. If his body made them ... then maybe? If it was from the outside, she may not. Worst case she could, er, pull it out. But ... ow.
The shadow is good and absorbing and changing bodies, including the products of the body. And the minerals are produced by the prostate itself, apparently. Lots of junk can accumulate there after all. It takes time, but eventually the particles are cleared!
Hey, she's now a sexy nurse! This of course makes Revy giggle. And also imagine herself in Yodhgorphat bandages. She could make it work! Ahem. With that dealt with, she focuses now on just getting the guy to pop ... which means much faster movement and a lot more direct stimulation. More clenching, rippling, and movement.
And more moaning from her patient-partner, along with harder suckling. The inflammation takes time to go down before passages open back up. The curse seems to be gone though.
So, Revy focuses on his pleasure and her own now. She's really grinding on him to simulate herself as well as enjoy his size. Mmmm. No slowing down now, or control.
When the man senses things have changed, he becomes a lot more active. He starts bouncing Revy up and down in his lap, using one hand to hold her breast steady while he suckles.
Revy goes with it, really riding him and sort of purr-moaning as he goes for it. She also really clenches down snug, and holds his head for him to nurse safer.
Once the inflammation goes down enough.. things start to flow again. And things pop, finally.. and powerfully!
Revy's back arches! She feels the pop! Such a nice sensation of flooding warmth. She clenches down and shudders, then her own peak happens as she disappears into an abyss of physical pleasure. Boy, does she moan too.
It seems like the man's spirit leaves his body as he goes completely limp over the course of several minutes, ending up on his back with his arms akimbo. Revy can't tell what his expression is though.
Revy reaches down and lightly traces her fingers over his face to find out. That felt so good. She really loves this job.
The expression feels like one of shock, but then he grabs one of her fingers with his tongue. "Gib me a moment," he slurs. "I' wor'ed?"
Revy laughs. "Yes, it worked. You popped," she giggles and wiggles her hips some. "Just took a blind girl riding you, eh?"
"Well.. only one to try," the man admits. Apparently that sort of curse is a turn off to most.
Revy tsks. "Then you need better friends," she notes and boops him on his nose. She also slowly lifts herself off him with a wet pop. "Just recommend me to others, eh?" she adds, giggles.
"Will it still work after this?" the man asks. Which is probably a good question in this situation.
"I think so," Revy says. After all, she did fix the damage. "But I can't promise anything. At least it won't hurt any more."
"I'm ugly so it may be awhile before I find out," the man says, and grunts as he pulls himself up.
Revy leans down and licks the man along his ugly. "I don't think it's ugly," she tells him and sits up. "Nor you. You took on a lot to help your sister. That makes you beautiful."
"My sister is pretty, she shouldn't have to suffer," the man claims. The lick causes a twitch, and things start to inflate again.
"Looks like it works," Revy giggles. She taps his nose. "You shouldn't either. And after being that large all the time, it might often get that big. That'll make you popular, trust me."
"Well, maybe we could... do you hear something weird?" the man asks. There's an odd droning sound at the edge of hearing.
"Yeah?" Revy admits, ears tilting somewhat, then she frowns. "You'd best go, quick. Just, trust me on this. Go. I'll see you again, I'm sure."
"Uh, if you say so," the man says, but gives Revy a big hug. "Thank you so much for curing me!" he says before finally leaving. There are sounds of commotion now.
Revy hugs the man! "You're welcome," she chirps! She has a bad feeling she knows what that sound might be, given she heard something like it earlier. Gah, she doesn't want this place to get in trouble or hurt. She wants to work here again!
The droning gets louder.. and then it arrives. There are probably two of them, either Royal Guards or possibly Hoshim. It turns out to be the latter when Revy feels them take hold of her arms. Was breaking the curse a signal for them to find her?
"Hey, uh, I think you have the wrong girl?" Revy says with a nervous sort of titter and she tries to work her arms free from the bugs. "I'm a nobody, just a consort. Though if you want a consort I might be able to work with you..."
The voices of the Hoshim are very clicky and odd. "High Priestess come with us," they say, each one saying one word and the other continuing with the next. "Time for perfection."
"I'm not the High Priestess," Revy says in a whisper, "At least not right now. How did you even find me?"
"Broke blessing, Gorphat notices," they reply in stereo. The language isn't exactly Babelite, but Revy understands it just fine. "Time is short, Yodhgorphat Scourge. Great things await, for all of Babel to see."
"I helped a man overcome a blessing," Revy corrects, softly. "Just ... give me a second." She sighs, takes a deep breath, then calls out, "I've got to go for a while. I'll be back though, promise! You folks are great and I love working here! It's all good. Just ... someone sent some weird messengers to mess with me!"
The Hoshim begins to guide Revy out, completely naked. Revy senses Savanites watching from doorways, and Fluffy calls out, "The way is clear. You coming back, Revy?"
"Yeah, I'm coming back. Someone just hired these weird things to ... bug me," Revy tries to joke. "It's fine. I'll be back when I can. You're all lovely and I love being here. Thank you for everything!" As for being naked, that's not unusual for her. She's proud of her body usually and does like to show off. Of course right now she knows where she's going, and that's rather ... unsettling. Especially since they called her High Priestess. That ... implies things. And given she deliberately had herself blinded (temporarily), it's not like she could escape. Probably couldn't outrun them anyway, and they have a good grip on her already. And she's never been collected like this before, either. Are they actually planning to keep her prisoner in the Temple...? Well, she'll find out soon, good or bad.