Flying through Bable while blind isn't much of a handicap. Being carried by Hoshim while blind is another matter. Revy's echo location lets her know what's happening, but the Hoshim aren't restricted to normal winged flight dynamics, so they tend to change course much later (and more suddenly) then an Eeee would. So there are several times when it seems like they are going crash into a tower only to suddenly fly off in a different direction at the last moment, yanking poor Revy along with them. It's almost like the journey is more terrifying than the destination... but just barely.
"Look, I know you likely have more important matters than dealing with me," Revy claims while being held. "You could just let me go. I can fly myself just fine..." This is said after the third time they almost hit a building. "I know my eyes aren't working right now, but I don't need them to fly..."
"Did-a-Chick," is the response from the one holding Revy's right arm, and "Dud-a-Chum" comes from the one on the left. Revy can tell they're heading lower as her ears pop.. and because there's more jerking around from the plethora of bridges and walkways down low. But that should also mean they're getting close to the Temple. The Hoshim fly twice as fast as an Eeee it seems. And then they're starting to slow down finally.
Revy is still kind of sure she could out fly them! She used to do all sorts of stunt flying, after all. She also wonders why they're not talking to her like they were earlier. Soon, her ears flick as they pop. Not unpleasant, a pretty common thing for flyers after all. It's not that she dislikes the Temple, and Gorphat is one of her favorite goddesses, but ... being escorted to it seems a bit, well, worrisome.
A moment later and Revy is set down onto her feet. She's standing on smoothed stone, so likely the steps to the temple. Then she's released and hears the Hoshin buzzing off. "Oi, you must be the girl that needs purifying?" ask a familiar voice: Foz, leader of the Eyes of Gorphat. She senses three other Eeee and one Skreek, so it must be the whole gang.
Revy tilts her head. "Purifying? What?" she inquires as she immediately starts using sound to map out who is there. Also a bit of aura sense to boost it. "What's going on ... ?"
It's definitely the whole gang. Slash (given away by his cough) and Shiv, Fig the tracker and Francis the Skreek. Foz takes Revy's hand, and explains, "You got a Blessing that needs to be taken care of before you can do.. uh.. whatever it is. Not our task, that bit, just fixin' the blessin'."
"I have a blessing?" Revy asks, looking a bit confused. Does she? What blessing does she have?" She doesn't pull her hand away, but does ping a bit so she can walk without, well, running into things, walls, people, monsters. Lots of thing to run in to here that would be bad!
"Yup, that's what we're told," Foz claims, leading Revy into a familiar chamber. "Just not whose blessin' it is."
Revy is lifted up by her hips and sat upon the altar.
Poor Revy probably looks rather confused by that! Just what blessing does she have? The only ones she knows of are Inala's and Gorphats, which are mostly just mirrors of each other and why she's stuck as a girl. Not that she minds being stuck female, as it turns out.
So, up on the altar Revy goes, and stretches out. "IF anyone brings out daggers, I'm going to yell," she warns.
"What do you consider a dagger, then?" Foz asks. There are shuffling sounds, and soft things hitting the floor.
"Anything you can go stabby stabby with," Revy declares.
"Alright, so.. this isn't a dagger, got it?" Foz says as he climbs up onto the altar with Revy. Then he stabs her! Well, he penetrates her, anyway. It's not uncomfortable at all, given her hormonal situation.
Well, Revy doesn't scream, but she does make a bit of a high pitched chirp! She also realizes where she is and starts worrying about what it is these guys might be carrying! Of course it's soon hard to worry about that because, well ... it feels good. And her hips roll instinctively.
"Oh.. yeah.. you got a blessin' alright," Foz says while straining. He's going as fast and hard as he can. For anyone else that'd probably be painful. "Yer a looker, so probably Inala. And you're glammed out too."
"Hey, I'm happy with how I am, thank you!" Revy squeaks. And she is! She likes her body, sensuality, and sex drive. She's been having fun! "Why would I want to remove that?"
"Eh? You just gotta be purified for Gorphat," Foz claims, ramping things up for a few deeper thrusts. He doesn't last very long at this rate, however.
Which is disappointing as Revy doesn't get to fully enjoy it. Though, that might entirely be the point. Is Gorphat really this mad at her?
Foz pulls out almost immediately.. and is replaced by Slash. He grabs onto Revy's breasts and goes at it as fast he can as well, just from a slightly different angle as he's on his knees.
Somehow, a gang bang on Gorphat's altar is ... seems like a really bad idea. Or a surefire way to get some sort of new 'blessing' from Gorphat down there. Still, she knows better than to fight, or complain too much. At least it generally feels nice, if a bit hurried?
It isn't clear if the men are really getting much out of it either. Revy is pretty after all, so one might think they'd want to savor the experience. Instead they're trying to finish in the most direct way possible. Slash only lasts a few minutes, but his brother Shiv can't help but focus on Revy's breasts for a moment, before starting up the high-speed humpery. Still, he seems to actually enjoy it more, and lasts a lot longer.
And Revy generally enjoys it. She just spent several days at a brothel after all and really enjoyed that! But, hey, she never got paid! Well, that's kinda ... oooo, that felt good right there. She also tries to make it Shiv enjoy it as well with her clenching.
Shiv does respond nicely, but Foz reminds him, "Hey, you aren't here to 'av fun, no matter how big her boobs are." The Eeee sighs, but then starts going fast and hard again like the others, at least for a few minutes until the Little Death overcomes him.
Revy is quite proud of her boobs, thank you! Her entire body, really, it's all kinds of awesome. But alas he also peaks and she doesn't. Of course! Argh. And she can't regulate them like she did at the brothel. Ah well! It's all very Gorphat.
Fig is up next, the smallest of the Eeee, but he makes up for that in enthusiasm. And breast squeezing. He lies on top of Revy and just bobs his hips up and down as fast as he can. Hopefully not to the point of hurting himself though.
Once again Revy attempts to regulate him anyway! And she wonders how this supposedly purifies her? It just means she's slept with even more men, after all. And given her blessings, is likely to re-enforce her remaining, well, a her.
Fig is hard to regulate, since he's so erratic. He squeaks when things seem to grip him though, and probably fires off early as a result. He's then replaced by Francis. He actually tries to nurse while thrusting his hips, using his hands to squeeze and kneed at Revy's breasts. Foz can be heard giving another sigh of annoyance at this.
"What? I'm awesome. Can you blame them?" Revy squeaks out and grins in Foz' direction. She even pokes out her tongue at him.
"Dis ain't about fun," the leader repeats. "Iff'n we could keep you for a few days, den sure, we'd have lots o' fun. But this is.. y'know.. a holy mission sorta deal. A sexorcism."
Revy would roll her eyes if she could! "You can still enjoy your job, yannow," she counters, though she settles herself back and lets Francis go to town.
While being every bit as energetic as the others, Francis lasts a lot longer than even Shiv did. And lets out a deep moan when he finally does finish. It's not like these guys go on a lot of dates after all.
And they do feel nice, as does those warm blooms when they peak. This surely isn't the worst thing she's had happen in the Temple, after all. She wiggles her toes playfully.
Francis withdraws, and is replaced by.. a new Eeee. He's pretty well endowed too, but completely unfamiliar. He smells like someone who's been in the temple for quite a while though.
"Who are you?" Revy has to ask. She doesn't recognize the Eeee at all, and she knows most of them. She's absolutely remember a guy built like this one is, too.
"Uh, Drave," the man says while he works his hips. "I'm one o' the new bargorphat acolytes," he explains. How many of those were there? A dozen?
It also makes Revy wonder ... what's wrong with him? She's got to have some sort of condition. And then that worry about catching something comes right back! And how many have lined up to hump her?!
She can't really see him - sonar isn't being on fine details - so has no idea if anything is physically off with him. That bit of worry is enough to prevent her from finishing before he does though. Just to switch things up, her next partner is another Skreek, likely a barmaab. He seems really happy though. "You got all regular parts, and fur, and no leather," Crabs chitters, sounding like he's on the verge of crying.
"Uh, yah? I'm pretty ordinary and boring," Revy claims, sounding confused. She knows exactly who this guy is and knows he's all sorts of infected. Yikes!
It may be her imagination, but Revy does start to feel a bit itchy now. But like all truly dedicated Skreeks, Crabs powers through three releases, and has rubbed his paws over most of Revy during that time, and covered quite a bit with his tongue as well. He still has his mouth clamped to a teat when the others try to pull him off of Revy.
"Oy, those are attached to me!" Revy squeaks and pushes on Crabs to get him to let go of her nipple! Now she also wants a bath!
Once the clingy rat is removed, an Eeee with a cough and rattling breath takes over. Being wheezed at in her ear isn't very romantic, and there are times when it sounds like he stops breathing altogether, but he does his duty. He lasts a good four minutes, but the death-rattle sound when he fountains is very disturbing.
This little event has gone from amused to rather disturbing! "How many are there?!?" she finally squeaks out in surprise. This ... really can't be healthy for her. And she likes this body.
"Well," Foz says, "You only got maybe twenty left, total. But some of the Skreeks got lots o' stamina." The next Skreek can't go as fast as his predecessors, due to some sort of curved-spine issue. He's also a breast-man, and sucks harder than he humps. Without actual lactation, the sucking isn't as much fun after awhile.
"Twenty!?!" Revy blurts out. She's durable and all, but that's going to do a number on her body. The chance of escaping unscathed is pretty much nil. So it's getting less and less 'fun' as it goes. And she's still not peaked, herself. Each one tends to go too fast.
Even the particularly virile Skreeks that go multiple times can't seem to get her over the edge. Is it just because of the stress? Once's she's half-way through the pack, it's not all that pleasurable anymore. At three-quarters, it's starting to get uncomfortable. And once the bargorphat and barmaab acolyte supply is exhausted, and Revy feels like she's stuck to the altar, comes the sound of a bucket thumping against a thigh.
Revy doesn't even want to think about how much male goo has been shot into her on top of whatever else. "Ugh," she even mutters at one point. And when it's over, good gods is she grateful. Everything feels stiff though, and her gate feels rather raw. Also oozing. When she hears the bucket rat coming, though, she tries to get up. She knows who that is.
Getting up is difficult, and then impossible as Otto's hand on her chest pushes Revy back down. The rat is huge, Revy knows. And while that's normally fun, right now it's dreadful. It takes him some time to squeeze in, even though the Eeee has never felt 'looser' down there.
The rat pushing in hurts! But then she can't really recall him ever being pleasurable. And apparently he's the last one to 'tend' to her. Gorphat must be mad at her, it's the only real answer. It's probably a good thing she can't see herself right now, she likely looks like a right mess. And now one making very pained noises.
"It go faster if you be quieter," Otto suggests. He doesn't go fast, but he does go deep. And Revy's hips are already complaining.
Revy has to bite her lower lip to silence herself. Ugh, this really hurts! Normally deep is lovely, but this is so very much not.
The grunts from Otto eventually end in a sigh as he finishes. "Now you can go be finished," he says after pulling out, and then pealing Revy up off the altar.
When the rat fountains, Revy ughs! She knows where he has been. That rat is far from sanitary! She also makes a rather wet and gross sound as she's pealed off the alter. "What is the purpose of this?" she finally asks. She feels so ... gross.
"You gotta be pure in the eyes of Gorphat," Otto says, carrying Revy over his shoulder with one arm, and his bucket with the other. From the echoes they're going deeper into the mountain, away from the inhabited areas.
Revy feels anything but pure at the moment! She feels rather gross, violated, and guh, she's still oozing out some of the male goo between her legs. "Where are we going?" Revy asks as her ears flick and twitch. She's trying to figure out where in the mountain they're going.
"Special cell," Otto claims. The bucket is set down, and a heavy door is opened. As Revy is taken inside she hears heavy, wet breathing. Otto sets her on her feet, just before shackling her hands above her head.
"I'm a prisoner?" Revy asks, worriedly, as the rat shackles her arms above her head. She did try to pull away, but Otto's disturbingly string. Soon her ears are flicking about, trying to locate that sound of breathing.
"No, just to keep you from hurting yourself," Otto assures. Once the rat moves aside, it's clear the sounds of breathing - and now sniffing - were coming from behind him. She doesn't hear the door close, at least. A very large hand holds the side of her face then.
"Hurting myself?" Revy has to ask. Her ears flick forward when the source of that sound can be placed, and she even tries to ping out its shape. The touch on her cheek, though, that makes her jerk away ... not that she can go far, the jangling chains ensure that.
There's a soft cry when Revy jerks away. And the sonar image she gets doesn't make sense. Something is hulking before her, and the hand that touched her is part of a wing arm, like a Saskanarian, but there's also a Babelite wing on the opposite side. That arm is also Babelite, when it reaches out to brush the corresponding side of Revy's face. And as for face.. this thing is very malformed, but malformed in a familiar way. Revy recalls the first Bargorphat that Nicora had a hand in creating: Hoshuosin.
"Uh, hello? I can't see you, so," Revy waffles a bit. "So, sorry, wasn't expecting to be touched. What do you, uh, want?"
"Uhhhh," the heavy-breathing creature replies. "Mate." The voice sounds a bit hollow, and when its head nears Revy can 'hear' the echo off of smooth chitin plates. There's something more to the mouth as well, when it latches on to one of her teats. It feels like partial mandibles along the sides. But once he starts to suckle, milk flows! And it feels good.
Mating does not sound good, not after everything she's been through. She's a bit raw down there and stretched. Revy's about to comment when those weird jaws latch onto her. And it gets weirder when she starts ... lactating. Her ears shoot up! What started that? But at least it feels good.
There's a stinger down there, Revy recalls, but she feels enter her, while smooth and hard, isn't that. It's like Hosheb, almost. And despite how worn she feels, this also feels good, even it's like sticking one of her own arms up there.
Revy's jaws part and she arches her back a bit. The sound she makes is a bit guttural, a moan of pleasure, and her hips buck on reflex. She knows that thing could stab her internally, so why does that feel so good? It's dangerous! Extremely so.
Still, it's her own body that seems to be doing most of the moving, sliding up and down the solid-feeling appendage. It's fine to indulge in things that in service to Gorphat, no matter how terrifying they might be. Why else would this feel so wonderful?
There's truth to that. Hell, she's bedded Gorphat Herself numerous times. And enjoyed them all, in spite of their outcomes. Soon she's arching and rolling her body on that stiff appendage as she moans and hisses in quite the throes of pleasure. She's even trying to clench on it, hard as it is.
There's little purchase to be found on the chitin-smoothness and unyielding girth. And then the Bargorphat starts to move as well, pushing in deep. It much be hunched over to keep nursing while doing this, or else it still hasn't reached full size yet. Once Hoshuosin is fully mature, it'll be the new Yodhgorphat that become his harem.
Well, if he feels like this to them, they're in for a good time! Her body is really undulating on that massive bit. Her ears have splayed out some, and her expression is one of blind bliss right now. It all feels so exquisite right now, she's being milked, gushingly so, as she rides the massive male.
It seems to go on for.. hours? That can't be right, but then all of the tension that had built up through the Eyes and acolytes working her over suddenly bursts, and it makes Revy dizzy.
Revy's back arches hard and she clenches down hard on that equally unyielding bit. The squeaks and chirps she makes echo and bounce oddly about that room as she climaxes in such a way that's not anything she's really felt before! It makes her head literally swim, maybe that's why she felt like it took hours? She really has no idea, or thoughts, she's just moaning like, well, a whore.
Exhaustion hits like a boulder soon after. Or else she's just blacking out, it's difficult to tell if your vision is going dark when your eyes are sewn shut. Everything just goes into a sort of swirl. And it doesn't help when she starts to come back to her senses, since things still feel off. But she can't move. Her limbs are a bit numb, and dangling.. down? She's stuck to a ceiling. The drones and chitters of Horribs give her a good idea of where she is though. And who she is. Revy was busty for an Eeee, but the weights that hang from her torso now are in a different league. Maybe the second pair are closer to what Revy sported. She feels air against places that should normally be inside of her, and her tail feels odd. Oh right, Nicora has the tail..
Not pleasant sensations to wake up to. Everything feels off. Was all of that just so Gorphat could change her into Nicora? Was Inala actually actively preventing it? And Gods, was Nicora's chest really this heavy? Or has it been that long since she was in this body. The numbness helps a bit in that she isn't feeling itchy in her arms, at least. Doesn't stop her from trying to move them and figure out what is going on. Did the horribs sting her? "Well," she gurgles a bit, recognizing that nasty voice immediately. Yep, she's in the body of Nicora ... if all the current clues weren't enough. "Why am I here?" she asks, while she feels air on the part hanging out of her, and the occasional tickle. She she attracting flies already?
"It's time for you to achieve perfection," Gorphat whispers in reply. Her arms can still move.. if oddly. She can move her fingers, and her elbow, but her shoulders aren't being responsive.
Okay, that is odd. And wrong. She tries to use aura sensing to sense her own shoulders if she can, or if there is anything off. "Mother Gorphat?" Nicora rasps as her head lifts a little. "Are you here with me? Was I not already perfect ...?"
"Magog came close, but you can be so much more," Gorphat replies. Since it's her own aura, Nicora gets a clearer image. And that image is that she has holes in her shoulder and hips. Or holes in the aura there. There are tiny little auras as well, and she's familiar with maggots. Which means there is dead tissue in those joints. Didn't Crabs inject her with something?
"What's wrong with my shoulders and hips?" Nicora asks next as she tries to move them again, or at least her hands and elbows. She definitely remembers Crabs had stuck her with something. "And I remember Magog. I took one of the blessings you gave her upon myself. When I took her fly curse from her wound to mine."
"And the form of a Yodhmagog, with which you.. enacted justice," Gorphat says, that last bit somewhat difficult for her to get out. She manages to get her arms swinging.. which causes some tearing sounds in her shoulders.
That tearing sensation makes her try to stop doing that quickly. It's also disturbing that it ... didn't quite hurt. She heard it more than she felt it. At the moment she now wishes she could see what is going on ..., but she might not be able to anyway, depending on how secured her head is at the moment. "I remember being the Yodhmagog. It was ... difficult, but had benefits," she rasps.
"You new form with be a great improvement on them," Gorphat promises. "Proof of my power to... better the mortal condition."
Nicora isn't sure that sort of body is an improvement, but she's not going to try to argue that with Gorphat. "So ... I'm here for transformation. And the horribs glued me to the ceiling to keep me here?" she inquires, trying to sound calm about it, which she most certainly is not. She starts trying to sense out what those creatures are doing and what the queen is doing.
The Horribs and their Queen are just going about their normal Horrib business, although there are some hovering close by in a sort of holding pattern. "Yes," Gorphat replies. "You've done it before, but this position is just to aid in supporting you." Her arms are still swinging, and the aura of the hovering Horribs seem to be getting more excited.
"What are the horribs doing?" Nicora inquires with a rasp, and nervous ripples. "Some seem ... excited. Why?" she asks as she tries to get her arms to stop swinging.
Getting them started was easy, but without her shoulders working it's nearly impossible to force them to stop until they just lose momentum. "They are Horribs," Gorphat notes. "They are just preparing to do Horrib things." Of course, that's where the Eeee term for 'Horrible' literally comes from.
Nicora doesn't like that sound at all. Horribs normally use Eeee and other creatures an egg incubators, after all! Nicora herself has been one. So Gorphat's words are not exactly reassuring. "I noticed you did not remove the seals on my eyes," the hanging Eeee says. "How come?"
"Were they not there to honor me then?" Gorphat asks, as the Horribs draw closer.
"Well, yes they were done in your honor, Mother Gorphat. I do adore you with all my heart," Nicora admits, which is technically true. The nearby horribs get treated with Nicora trying to blow at them to go away!
This is less than effective, but the ones behind her do stick their ovipositors into her hips before before the ones in front reach her shoulders. But.. it isn't into her stomach!
Well, there's no pain at least, just weird sensations of pressure. Her aura sense focuses on those areas, trying to see if they're actually, well ... doing something. "They're not actually laying eggs in me, are they?" she wonders.
"The larvae will accelerate the process of limb removal," Gorphat explains. "Leprosy is just to soften them up."
Those are not words anyone wants to hear. Ever. "You're ... just messing with me, right?" Nicora asks worriedly. "That can't be serious..." Now she's really focusing on the horribs and her shoulders and hips!
"You have shed these limbs before," Gorphat reminds. "There is nothing to fear." The Horribs are moving away now, which means they've likely already inserted their eggs.
"That doesn't make this easier!" Nicora points out in panic. It's only a small comfort that she won't feel it, but .. argh! And they'll germinate for a day or two before hatching, so she gets to count down the time. How ... why is she so fond of Gorphat, again?
She can almost feel the ghostly, damp hand of the goddess on her cheek. "You have brought me back to prominence, and thus the entire Trinity," Gorphat tells her. "Inala has her moment ahead still, and Sunala has always had the Barsunala. But you do this for me out of love. I think that makes it.. different from the others. Better."
Nicora finds herself leaning into that hand. "You know my devotion to you," she burbles, "Even when I am not the high priestess. My original form, the male me, even prefers you as the one to share his bed, and enjoys your ... gifts and challenges."
"You understand the import of it," Gorphat says. "Your life has been challenge after challenge, and you survived them all. People don't always realize that it makes them stronger, that it can be a gift. Not while it's happening."
"Which is .. understandable when you have to endure it," Nicora points out. "And it doesn't always make you stronger, sometimes it just kills you." And gah, she wishes she could scratch herself, her inverted uterus itches! Flies and maggots serve a purpose, but god, do they itch bad.
It's not like she was really able to scratch it before, as that would be messy. It was always Otto that scraped her clean every day.
"How long will I be kept here?" Nicora asks. "Will I be fed and cared for ...?"
"Of course you will cared for," Gorphat says, sounding almost surprised. "And time will fly. A few days.. a week at most, perhaps."
Nicora isn't sure about that. When there's little to do, time does tend to crawl. And if there's anything Gorphat is an expert in, it's crawling things. Dagh, it's what Gorphat wants to make her into!
"It will all become routine in time," Gorphat promises. "Is there something you wish for to make it easier?" Of course Gorphat makes 'easier' sound a bit like a curse word.
"I ... can't think of anything," Nicora admits after she takes some time to think. What could possibly make this any easier?
"Do not worry then, for there will be diversions along the way," Gorphat promises. She doesn't say amusements at least, since that could mean some pretty odd things from Gorphat's standpoint.
Nicora notes the 'diversion' bit as well. Which isn't necessarily any better. "I ... suppose I will find out, then. As I don't seem capable of going anywhere," she admits.
"You are my High Priestess," Gorphat says, with emphasis. "The world will come to you."
That is not necessarily a good thing. But she does have her domain technique to live 'elsewhere' at times. Female right now it seems, but honestly, she's okay with that. Her time as Revy made her comfortable and happy with that.
As far as the world coming to her, she hears the approaching thunk-thunk of Otto's bucket, along with something dragging along the ground with him.
Nicora lifts her head, ears flicking and trying to focus on the approaching Otto. She also starts trying to aura-sense him to see if something is coming with him. "Hello?" she even rasps out, then coughs.
She only senses Otto, but also hears him setting something down beneath her. "Hello, High Priestess," the Skreek replies. "You are on the ceiling today," he points out, as if Nicor wouldn't know.
"Well aware," Nicora rasps, a bit annoyed at the obvious statement. "What brings you to me this day?" she asks, expecting he either intends to milk her, scrape her, or somehow hump her. Though the last one she has no idea how he'd accomplish that!
It seems the first guess is true at the moment. Otto was dragging along some sort of step stool so he could reach her, it seems. He's still limited to using one hand to pump her breast with, since he has to hold the bucket in his other hand. At least until he realizes he can hold the bucket handle in his mouth, use both hands, and just be very careful.
And of course being milked as Nicora isn't pleasurable like it was for Revy. Partially because she doesn't really make milk, but a thick slime that is harder to get out. It does give her a chance to try and figure out how, er, busty she is now. Did Gorphat renew that curse that made her breasts huge?
With things hanging down, it's harder to tell. Gravity changes their shape, after all, but Otto's hands don't feel all that different.. which doesn't matter much. He's still just squeezing near the ends, maybe because he can't reach higher.
"How big are my breasts," Nicora finally asks. She has eight of the damn things, after all. And she can't tell by how she's hanging.
"Mmmf," Otto replies. He has to stop milking so he can shift the bucket to his hand before talking. "Fleshy all de way up," the Skreek replies. "Not like a sack with a rock at de bottom. So.. uh.. big. Second set a bit firmer looking though."
Nicora isn't sure if that's good or bad, to be honest. Or terribly descriptive. She uses her own aura sense to try and judge instead. Plus, focus on them to see if they hurt any more than usual.
The do ache, certainly, but that's why they need to be milked. And Otto has started doing that again. Despite his best attempt at being descriptive, they do feel floppy like this. Her aura doesn't always conform to her body either, being affected by how things feel as well. At the moment, the one Otto is working on feels smaller than the other.
Not that it matters, Nicora supposes. Revy was drop-dead gorgeous and fun ... Nicora is a thing of nightmares. And if Gorphat gets her way, the queen of the thing of nightmares. Why does she let Gorphat do this to her? Surely she could stop it if she really wanted to.
Otto relieves the stress on Nicora's milking breasts, and starts to play with the second set.. just to play with them? He has to reach up further to manage this however. It's.. nice?
Well, that elicits some pleasurable sounds from Nicora at least. That does feel rather nice, and reminds her a bit of why she usually likes having breasts. Revy's always felt rather perfect, in fact.
It also helps her ignore the sounds of chewing that start to come from her shoulders. "Met girl with really nice breasts today," Otto says. "For an Eeee. Nearly as good as a Skreek."
Nicora's ears perk. "Really? When was this? How big was she?" she asks, even though she knows and is somehow feeling a bit smug. As for the chewing, surely the larvae haven't hatched already ... ?
"Uh, was lying down so not sure how tall she was," Otto says, probably thinking that's what Nicora wanted to know. "Was earlier today. Brought in as... uh... maybe an offering or sumthin. Had some Inala in her that had to be flushed out, so that she be acceptable to Bargorphat."
"Poor girl," Nicora says, remembering that all too well. Though the Bargorphat was certainly enjoyable at least! She hopes her Revy body isn't forever damaged, though; she really got to enjoy being her.
"Big honor," Otto argues. "Bargorphat will sire more Yodhgorphat.. eventually. And girl took on all bargorphat and barmaab guys to flush out Inala, so must be really really devoted to Gorphat."
"Did she do it willingly, or was she forced?" Nicora asks. In reality, it felt kinda forced, but she also didn't fight given Gorphat would have been ... displeased.
"Hmmm, didn't think about it," Otto admits. "She was there on altar so... had to do what was needed. Everyone did. I think a few liked it though."
That makes Nicora laugh. "I bet. A chance to bed a pretty girl?" she chuckles, softly. Then she breaks into a bought of raspy coughing from laughing. "I hope she will be happy, whatever becomes of her."
"Oh.. yeaaaaah," Otto says. "I leave her with Bargorphat. I don't think he'd eat her though. Prefers hog."
"Kept her eyes closed the whole time though for some reason," the rat adds.
"I hope not," Nicora says, and knows for certain he didn't at least. Though parts of her are being eaten now so ... it's a wash? She's trying to not think too much on the horrors ahead, to be honest. Or she's in severe denial. Like this is a bad dream.
"When your limbs fall off, I can bring them to Bargorphat," Otto suggests. "See if he eat them or not."
"Please don't," Nicora admits and sort of winces. "I don't want to even think about that. I can't ... I just .... ugh." She sighs and once more questions her own sanity. Why does she deal with the Goddesses, again?
"Alright, will leave them for Horribs then," Otto promises. "You hungry or anything? Look kinda green.. er. Greener."
"A little, perhaps. Not sure," Nicora admits. If they really intend to make her like Magog, they're going to have to fatten her up significantly. Another 'joy' to look forward to.
"I get you some fat soup," Otto says, climbing down from the step-stool. "And a hose. Want mushroom juice? Help you sleep."
"Yes," Nicora agrees quickly. Sleep is probably welcome to what is going to happen. Is she really going to become like Magog?
Well, she's already been like Magog, for a short while. But Gorphat thinks she can be better than Magog: whatever the goddess's idea of perfection is, anyway.
Yeah, and that better bit makes this even more worrisome! Being a giant mobile maggot was horrific enough, but an improved one? Yikes! Would Gorphat stop this if she asked nicely?
Gorphat is a goddess, and assumes she knows best. Nicora has so not been able to talk her way out of any of Gorphat's plans. It's almost depressing to think about, until she smells Otto return with soup and juice. Although what sort of mushroom you can get juice from is another unknown.
And any soup here will be of dubious and scary quality. But ... what choice does she have, really? Is she just going to have to suck it up through a hose? Or are they going to force feed her? Well, probably better than direct stomach injections.
"I got a bigger thingy," Otto declares, setting up a step ladder this time. Which means he can hold the bowl to Nicora's lips so she can sip it.
Nicora knows Otto has quite a big thing. How will that help here? Oh, he meant a ladder! She flaps her lips a bit as she tries to catch the lip of the bowl and sip. She doesn't try to smell it because ... she really doesn't want to know.
It doesn't have much flavor, but feels like it's liquid butter. The name 'fat soup' may have been literal. This may be her daily sustenance now, to provide her what's needed for the transformation.
That is not ... appealing. But it hopefully won't make her vomit. It's liquid so it should be okay. Still, she slowly and carefully tries to drink it while making sure her stomach doesn't rebel violently in a few minutes.
It's bland enough to not upset her stomach so far, even if it's mostly fat. She gets it all down, and then is offered the mushroom juice.
Well, here goes a hopeful way to escape the nightmare for a while! Nicora attempts to drink the mushroom juice!
It goes down much easier than the soup, probably because it also has alcohol in it. It may actually fermented mushroom beer, just a bit harder than normal. It certainly makes her feel warm (except for her limbs) and drowsy.
"Whooooooo," Nicora burbles. Maybe she's really just drunk in a bar. Everything will be alright again once she wakes up, she's sure. Her head bobs a little, and then she snores. It sounds close to a death-rattle, frankly. No one nearby will get any sleep, that's for sure.
## Shikoujou dusts off his paws. "Better luck next time," he says. ##