Nicora rouses to the sound of chewing. Very noisy, yet wet chewing. She can't feel her arms either, which were dangling free while the rest of her is essentially glued to the ceiling of the chamber. The ceiling itself isn't smooth, so her back is a bit sore from the various rocky protrusions. Her eyes are still sewn shut though, so she can't see what is making the noise so close to her ears.
"What is that?" Nicora rasps, softly, and she tries to flick her ears and ping, to map the room and with reflections, even herself. As well as try and feel through aura what is going on around her. Thankfully she's not in any severe pain, just her usual pain. The lack of feeling her arms, though is worrying.
It takes a combination of sonar and auras to get an idea what what's happening, and.. well it isn't a big surprise. Her upper arms have effectively been replaced by Horrib larva, chewing downwards. Both arms are effectively hanging by her hollowed out skin and some ligaments holding the bones in place. The hungry grubs are nearly to her elbows now. It doesn't feel like she's losing blood. Maybe something in those injections is clotting things up in the damaged blood vessels.
Nicora is ... horrified! She knows how horribs tend to behave and if they cause clotting combined with whatever she was injected with could mean keeping the victim alive longer, and thus more food. She makes a raspy scream of horror, before breaking into a bad coughing fit! Was that the source near her ears, though? Or are they chewing on more? She can't believe this is happening! Why would Gorphat do this to her?!
There are probably more crawling over her, it's difficult to tell. "Dud-a-Chum?" the queen asks in response to Nicora's scream.
"Why are you doing this to me?!" Nicora growls at the Horrib queen! She also tries to focus her aura sense more, trying to feel and find her other limbs, too.
She can still sort of feel her legs, but they feel weird. It's hard to get past the back pain to tell more. There are grubs in her wings though! She can still feel them at least, until the grubs start chewing up her vanes. Her wings are also stuck to the ceiling, but only at strategic points right now.
The Horrib queen makes a series of clicks and clacks. It might be an answer or just something she does. Nicora knows she can speak actual words if needed.
Nicora squirms, trying to separate herself from the ceiling. That hurts a whole lot more, though and makes her cry out again. Even with her eyes sewn closed, she starts to sob and cry. She realizes she could use the shadow! Except when she tries, she can't. Is Gorphat suppressing her from using it to remove the horribs and recover?
"No Strukkle," the queen clacks slowly. "No hurt selsh."
"I'm already hurt!" Nicora sobs. It's probably a small mercy she can't see what is happening to her.
"No," the queen says, and clacks out more. "Sushsher is shine, hurt selsh is not Gorshat's way."
Nicora, as she's not going anywhere, stops squirming so much. She tries to not pay attention to the chewing sounds, but ... that's rather hard since it seems to be coming from everywhere.
"Soon be beautishul," the queen promises. Then Nicora hears the bucket. Otto must be approaching.
Ugh, and now Otto. But what could he even be coming for from her now? How can he even reach her? She pings out as well as senses, trying to locate the mentally deranged rat and his ever-attached bucket.
He's just turning into the chamber from the passage, and this time he sets down something new: a stool. He uses this to stand on. Holding his bucket in one hand, he has to use the other to milk her, which involves more tugging that the usual breast massage. "Dis looks it'll be a complicated one," he chats. "Last one was complicated, but not glued to the ceiling complicated."
"You could unglue me from the ceiling," Nicora suggests. And the tugging, well, that's uncomfortable. It doesn't help that her 'milk-slime' is rather thick and getting it to flow takes effort and force, and tugging is a lot less pleasant way to do that. Nevermind it makes her feel like some sort of mutilated farm animal. "How do I look," she finally manages to ask between hisses of pain and displeasure from this 'experience'.
"Hmm, arms are fallin' off, like before," Otto notes as he works to milk Nicora. "Want me to cut an' yank 'em? Legs are too close together, gonna have to pop you a bit when I get t' that part."
"Put my arms back on," Nicora requests, unreasonably. "And what do you mean, pop me a bit ...?"
"The bit dat sticks out is stuck between your thighs," Otto explains. "So.. should be able to pop it out right, before it stuck for good?"
"Eh, I can't fix your arms, only Horribs can glue stuff together," the Skreek adds apologetically.
"You can ... try?" Nicora suggests. She then thinks about her arms a bit. "And you can tug on my arms, if you want." Nicora feels sick, but then doesn't she usually?
Otto has to stop milking to do it, but grabs onto Nicora's right hand and gives a pull. There's a disturbing sound as the bone pops out of the shoulder joint. Now the whole arm is just held on with bits of skin probably.
Nicora grunts! How does that not hurt? It was slightly uncomfortable, but not agonizing as it should be. "How can you be so calm about this?" she finally asks Otto. "I'm barely keeping sane." Wait. Is Nicora sane at all?
"Hmm, did lots of nasty stuff in previous life," Otto claims. "I still do lots of nasty stuff, really, but my body isn't mushed up. But I just follow Gorphat's will. I think."
Ah, so he's completely insane now. That explains so much! "I might die from this," Nicora rasps. How she's even still alive is impressive; but must be from the shadow as no normal Eeee could survive this at all.
"No, you won't," Otto assures, and then pops the other shoulder. "You're the High Priestess. Gorphat has a plan. She doesn't kill people. I mean, people die sometimes if they can't overcome a challenge. Maybe. Things change, what with the nurses and the Blarf and all. You do important stuff!"
Yes, technically she has done important stuff. Though some of this is Gorphat likely just being a bit capricious and vindictive over Inala meddling too. The popping of her arms doesn't make them feel any better. Or really any worse, at least. It just feels kind of like a weight pulling at her. "How long have I been in here?" she rasps.
"Oh.. uh.. just one milking, so.. ummm," Otto may not be good with math, or time. "I don't know," he admits. "No day or night down here."
"Not very helpful," Nicora admits. "Have anyone asked about me? Or do you know what more may happen?"
"Well.. yer arms are gonna fall of for sure," Otto says. "Legs are all strapped t'gether, so probably not fallin' off. And your wings are being eaten, but only the stretchy skin bits. You feel pain there? Could probably get a Horrib to sting you to numb that. If that's what happens. I think they can have lots o' different sting juices."
"I don't hurt any more than I usually do," Nicora rasps. She'd shrug, but that's kind of hard now. "What instructions have you gotten lately?" she asks.
"Instructions?" Otto asks, sounding confused. He goes back to the milking, since there are a lot of teats to go through. "I just sorta go, y'know. I feel I gotta do something, and I do it. Don't have to think about it or anything, and not having to think about things is the best."
"Thinking is important," Nicora counters. "It's important to understand the how and why of the things you do."
"I do messy stuff that'd make me sick to my stomach if I thought about it," Otto points out. "So, why would I want to know why I have t' do them? It must be for a reason, so.. do I need to know the reason? I mean, I'm gonna do it anyway."
"You might be able to do it better if you knew the reason," Nicora points out. "Thinking is important to living." The bound up Eeee just sighs softly after, though. "I do imagine it's sometimes easier to not think about it, she concedes."
Moving to the next set of breasts, Otto says, "Well, the sex is a lot better if you don't think about it. You can put up with a lot of stuff while havin' sex." There's a sudden thud sound on the ground, and Nicora feels her balance shift a bit. "Ooops.. there goes the right one. Almost hit my back."
And Nicora soon feels sick to her stomach when she realizes what that meant. She's becoming a freak. Well, more than she was. She knows when the shadow unlocks she could fix or revert, or well something, but right now she can't unlock it so she's just stuck. In several ways. "Did you unstick between my thighs yet?" she asks as she tries to not think about her ARM FALLING OFF.
"Not getting much juice outta these, not with one hand," Otto says. "I'll try to unstick you." There's the sound of the stool being moved, and then a very uncomfortable feeling of Skreek fingers poking into her prolapse and tugging it in a direction it isn't meant to go: forward (relatively). But go it does, but it feels a bit kinked.
Nicora grits her teeth! "Ow," she claims in pain, "what did you do? That feels wrong!" Soom she's trying to sense, well, down there. Can she at least use the shadow to check herself? How can it possibly be kinked? And why?
"It wasn't wrong before?" Otto asks. "I thought it would be stretchier. And it's only like.. a little bit forward. Want me to stick it back inside instead?"
"You can try to push it back in," Nicora says, though she has a bad felling about that!
This involves first getting it back to where it was. At least it feels.. normal-ish like that. "Hmmm..." Otto ponders. He first tries just pushing, which has issues. Since the tissue is normally a bit swollen, things will need to be spread out first.
"How you get it to deflate a bit?" the rat asks. "Or.. maybe I need one of those funny spreader thingies.."
This is not comfortable, at all. Nicora grits her teeth as he works, asking at one point, "Any luck? It doesn't feel back in."
"Something cold might reduce the swelling, or, a spreader, yeah," Nicora says, stupidly. Hopefully neither of those items are possible here."
"Or.." Otto starts to say, then just steps down from the stool. "Gonna get something."
That never goes badly! Nicora hears this, and him leaving, then she says, "Well, Dagh. I'm an idiot."
She can hear that Otto didn't go far. He's probably just in Nicora's own chambers.. rooting around. "Ah," she hears him exclaim, and soon he's back and getting up on the stool. "Dis might work, or at least help scrape stuff out," he says. "But might be a little uncomfortable, dat alright?"
"I'm certain it will be uncomfortable," Nicora says a bit sarcastically. When in pain, sarcasm is a outlet after all. "Go ahead and try," she offers, though has no idea what he went and got.
Something is being pushed into her. It's got an irregular shape, and some pointy bits as well. "I knew it could stretch," Otto says, as he either tries to push it past the prolapse, or use it to drag things along until the inside-outness is back to just inside-ness.
Nicora is grunting and hissing throughout the pushing. "What are you using?" she finally asks once it's about all the way back in and she can manage to talk.
"It a fancy little figure of Gorphat, I think," Otto says. "Was sitting in an alcove." He tries twisting it back and forth a bit, which doesn't feel like it's helping. "I think it'll fit."
Nicora whiiiines. She's pretty sure using that statue is a bad idea. "Maybe you should stop," she wheezes.
"Hmmmm..." Otto says. He tries tugging, but that just pulls on things harder. "See.. dis wouldn't have happened if I didn't think about doing something.."
"You're making excuses," Nicora hisses out. "Ow, dagh, that hurts! Ease it out and stop!"
Otto has to stick his fingers in to spread things enough for it it come out. "You want to hold onto it for.. oh, right. Maybe your foot could hold it.. oh.. oh.. maybe not.." Are those larvae nibbling at her toes now?
"What, what?" Nicora says as she blindly tries to look around! "What is going on?!" She can't feel much other than just a general discomfort, after all.
"Your toes are being nibbled on," Otto says. After he gets the figurine the rest of the way out, he just tries to tuck Nicora's prolapse back into the gap between her thighs. "Try not to squeeze them or nuthin', you might hurt the grubs."
"Just ... kink it back out like you had it," Nicora ends up grumbling so she doesn't squish it as he just commented.
Otto just stops, and lets things pop out by themselves. Nicora's left arm drops off then as well, landing with a with a damp thud.
Nicora ughs when the second thump happens. Is this really happening? She can't see it. It could just be another domain experiment? She liked being in the brothel as Revy far more than this! Will she ever be able to return after she was taken, though?
"Oh.. I gots to go do something else now," Otto says. "The Horribs alright for company? Need me to open your eyes?"
"Not sure you can open my eyes, and not seeing everything might be better," Nicora admits, sighs. "And the horribs are not good company, but I don't know of another option."
"I'll ask if anyone wants to sit wi' you when I get the chance," Otto says. "But I gotta go to Blarf now, I feel."
"Have a ... goo time?" Nicora jokes, lamely.
"Hah, you in good spirits at least!" Otto says, as he heads out into the passage.
"Only because I can't turn you into a turnip right now," Nicora growls. "Go! Let me die in peace."
Alptraum feels sore. She sees the wooden supports of the tent as she looks up, right next to bulk of Blarf. Her loins ache, and her breasts as well. She feels.. drained. Which means Blarf may have literally sucked the man out of her. But she can still feel the curse down there. And then there's Otto, looming over her. "Yer bits are glowing down there," he informs her.
"Eh?" Alptraum says as she sits up and tries to look between her legs. What is going on now? How did she even get here? How is she a she? The poor bat is, well, beyond confused now.
There is a green glow coming from.. well, her tunnel. She vaguely recalls being with the Yodhgorphat and Yodhmaab recruits, and then being eaten by Blarf...
She has to wonder if the glow is somehow related to her, well, tattoo. She sits up and tries to spread herself more, well, open to look.
It takes a but if contorting to get her head down between her legs.. but it does look a bit like the tattoo inside of her, like things were just turned inside-out. Or outside-in in this case. "You feelin' alright?" Otto asks.
"I'm not sure what is going on," Alptraum admits as she un-contorts herself. She peers at Otto a moment, then asks, "Why are you here ...?"
"I supposed to get you," the rat says, then scratches his cheek. "Hmm, lie back first though," he requests.
"Get me for what?" Alptraum asks, warily. She also lies back, though looks rather suspicious and like she wants to deck him.
Otto sheds his raggedy trousers. It's always a surprise just how big he is. "Dunno," he says, as he kneels down and kisses her.
Alptraum mphm! And that size is worrying! Not to mention where he tends put it! So, she ends up squirming, a lot in that kiss. And wishes badly that he had a breath mint.
He doesn't break the kiss until he's already inside of her, either. And that takes some time! It does at least scratch the itch for the moment, but with the green glow who knows what might result.
It's ... disturbing. But then everything here is, really. And with all the various curses under work and the disturbing nature of this place in general ... she tries to get through this moment as quickly as she can!
It hurts, but also feels good. The rat also squeezes her breasts (which sort of hurts) before he starts to really thrust hard and deep. That also hurts.. but feels good too. Because Gorphat always has to mix the two. But it doesn't feel like it's building up to anything, at least not quickly.
Alptraum isn't even worried about anything building up! She just wants to get through this as quickly as possible and escape the rat! Eeek! She does bite him at some point, though. May as well get some food.
That spurs Otto to greater efforts, and he does taste surprisingly good. Maybe it's all the hormones and adrenaline? He does finish soon after, letting out a soft sigh. He was very quiet throughout.
Alptraum withdraws fangs quickly after. "Okay, uh," she says, "You can get off me now ..."
Otto pulls out, and he's got a lot of glowing green fluids on him. "Tingles," he notes as he gets his pants back on. "Ready to go to the Temple now?"
"Can I have some clothes first?" Alptraum asks, "And why are we going to the temple ...?"
"You won't need clothes," Otto says. "Gotta spread the blessing to the others."
Alptraum rubs her forehead. "I have to?" she asks, sounding rather forlorn about it. "Can we talk about this first ..?"
The Skreek scoops Alptraum up in his arms. "What you wanna talk about?" he asks, carrying her out of the tent. She's already feeling the urges again down there.
"Well, why do I have to do this?" Alptraum asks, brow arching curtly. There are a lot of fresh memories from being, well, eaten alive running through that head right now! "And how many are you talking about ...?"
"All of them I guess? I pretty sure it part of Gorphat's plan," Otto says. "And all the girls got it, so... guys gotta have a turn too." It's not Otto can ever be talked out of anything.
Alptraum also doesn't have a club to whack over the brute's head with. "How many is all of them?" she asks, warily.
"Uh.. more than all fingers and toes, but not much more," Otto reckons. "Or until glow stops maybe? I'm not sure. I just know I gotta take you to them to spread the blessing."
Alptraum twitches a bit. "Well, can I have at least a little time to prepare myself before things, well, happen?" she finally does ask, trying to be polite about her, well, concerns about this place. "Maybe a private room?"
Otto seems to think about this. "So... like one of the cells? Dey the most private."
No one wants to be in a cell, but if they're private, well. "Yes, probably one of those. It will feel less, er, overwhelming," the bat claims.
So, Otto changes course, bypassing the dormitories to the cells. They pass by Otto's, where a pregnant Skreek sits on a thatch mattress. The next empty one has the usual sacrificial table, complete with drain and leather straps. So of course this where Otto sets Alptraum down. "Want some straw?" Otto asks.
"I'd prefer a real bed, but ... straw will do," Alptraum concedes. "Oh, er, how odd are the people I'm supposed to see? I heard the women were strange."
"Odd?" Otto asks. "Like, 5 or 7 odd?"
"No, how weird are they?" Alptraum tries as a different tact.
"Hmmm. Some got drips and boils and stuff," Otto thinks. "But mostly all their fur and limbs. Skreeks got some tail issues though. You like long thick tails?"
"They're ... okay?" Alptraum says a bit haltingly. "Not sure..."
"They came to Gorphat and Maab," Otto says. "So not dumb in the head. Some don't have any visible blessings even."
"You want them in order of handsomeness?" the Skreek asks. "None as good lookin' as me though."
Alptraum blanches. How can you even rate that here? "Uh, sure," she finally relents, looking a bit uncomfortable. This is like getting a birthday gift from a long lost relative with dementia. It probably won't be something you like.
"I'll have them bring in the straw," Otto says and trundles out. He didn't even strap Alptraum down to the altar!
Alptraum is grateful for that. Maybe she could sneak out and flee before anyone is brought in! Of course, that could blow up spectacularly too, as it usually tends to.
The first bargorphat candidate arrives, carrying enough straw to at least make a nice pillow. He deposits it on the altar, which lets Alptraum get a good look at him. And he's tall! And muscled, for a Babelite. Brown fur with a black chest tuft, and a black bit on his chin. He's got some scars though, all of which hints that he's a former soldier. Or one that abandoned his post and came to the last place anyone would look for him. "Hey, you're really good looking, even with the glowing hoo-ha," he says. "Like a Yodhsunala in a Yodhinala body."
Alptraum peers, surprised. "You look ... normal," she claims as she continues to peer. There has to be something odd about him, right? The comment about her looks make her ears spread a bit in embarrassment. "What inspired you to join the Temple?"
"Needed a change," the man says, gathering the straw behind Alptraum so she can lie back on it. "Saw some stuff that messed me up, I suppose."
"Well, battles do that. I've seen far more than I wished I had," Alptraum admits as she tenses up being picked up and laid out on the 'bed'. Good things there are no knives in here, this table always feels like there's about to be a sacrifice.
The man climbs onto the altar and kneels between Alptraum's legs before grabbing onto her hips and lifting them up. Since she's only got straw providing padding for her upper half, this keeps the rest up off of the stone.
And ... that leads to a surprised sort of squeak! "Well, I should warn you I probably won't enjoy this as much as you," she says, "Gorphat isn't letting me, uh, peak. So it's all about you."
"She gives us challenges," the man recites. "So maybe you are my challenge?" he suggests as he enters her. He's bigger than a typical Eeee, but that's still comfortably manageable.
"I know plenty who would be more of a challenge, probably," she squeaks out, ears sticking up! Best to get through this without something bad happening, hopefully! So, she rolls her hips, while clenching down.
This time.. well, it does start to feel good, in that there's more pleasure than pain. The man knows what he's doing too, and even leans forward to suckle at a nipple while keeping pace with her.
Alptraum suspects a soldier probably visited brothels. Or Inala's Temple, so shouldn't be that surprised. At least it's feeling good, so she goes with it, and eventually starts making all sorts of pleased sounds.
Yes, the pleasure is dominating, which may mean there is something wrong with him. A venereal disease picked up at a less than clean brothel maybe? Or something else unseen. It doesn't seem to really matter though at the moment: the main goal is spreading Gorphat's blessing to him. But it's also starting to get a bit intense, because it does feel like she's going to peak at this rate.
The shadow comes into play to look for a disease, then, if she can focus! Otherwise, the soon to be explosion would be welcome.
It seems blocked by the glow. But that's also a fluid, being transferred to the man which each churn. And.. well, the explosion comes, along with the man.
Alptraum is surprised there is an explosion! And ends up squeaking rather loud, which floods the room with distracting echoes for a bit until she ends up going limp, and wheezing. THAT was unexpected. She allowed an Inala-kind of experience
The man pulls out, covered in a good splat of green Gorphat juice, and looks down in surprise. "A new challenge?" he asks.
"Maybe?" Alptraum says. She sits up and peers at the green, trying to figure out what the heck he has. "It's supposed to be a blessing, I think."
"Oh, well, that's alright then," he says. "Umm, it will go down though right?" He's still at full salute.
"I hope so!" Alptraum admits, though she looks worried about that! Is that what Gorphat is giving all of them?
The ex-soldier backs away, saying, "Well, not the worst thing to get through. Unless it's going to fall off or sprout wings or start eating things." He grins as he lists those off. "I'll send the next one in if you're ready."
"Hey, this is Mount Gorphat, all of those things can be a possible outcome of Her blessing," Alptraum teases right back, and smirks.
The man tries to hide things in his pants, so as not to spoil any surprises when he leaves. The next one is a barmaab, a rather tall and lean rat with gray fur and a white hood.. and long black hair in small hanging braids. "Hi!" he says in a very raspy voice.
Alptraum waves. "Hello there," she says. Her head tilts a bit. "Other than your voice, you seem, uh, normal," she admits. She even leans a bit towards him, sniffs, and even tries to aura sense.
Everything seems normal, except for his breath. He takes off his pants and climbs onto the altar with Alptraum. "I got ulcers," he admits. "Burns m' throat and mouth when I sleep."
"Milk supposedly helps with that. You should ask the Yodhrinala to bring some in," Alptraum claims as she watches the rat climb up. "I, er, assume you're here for the reason the other one was? To get a blessing ...?"
"Is that why?" he asks, then eyes Alptraum's breasts. "Milk you say.." he notes, and starts massaging and kneading things.
Alptraum erm. "I didn't mean from me," she points out, though she doesn't stop him either. Inala's curse likely isn't active, so that's not likely to trigger anything.
So the rat suckles as he kneads, and.. Alptraum gives milk! It glows green, from what escapes the Skreek's lips, but it it's definitely flowing. And it feels really nice!
Alptraum blinks, a lot. A whole lot. Well now, that's unexpected! And it it feels nice, which is more unexpected! It makes her sort of squeak in shock. The fact it's glowing green, though is worrisome! Is that actually going to help an ulcer, or cause one?
It helps him do one thing at least, which is slip into her and starts pumping his hips. This makes the 'milk' flow faster.. which seems impossible. She can't be making it that fast, and milk is basically altered blood. And she doesn't feel like she's losing blood.
Alptraum is confused by this (as well as very distracted all of a sudden!) Is it basically just Gorphat working through her somehow and it's not actually her, her? Well, she's also not really here, either, just a projection so ... who knows? And frankly, soon doesn't care since it feels nice. She settles in, enjoys, and moves of her own will too.
Skreeks are always.. handsy. And mouthy. And energetic. This one is no exception. His hair clacks, as little bits of wood have apparently been woven into the braids. He also lets out a lot little moans, but only stops nursing to switch breasts. He's not huge like Otto, but comfortably large.
Alptraum wonders if this rat visited the same salon. After all, Revy had beads woven into her hair too. And since she's connected to the rat at the moment, she actually tries to ken the rat and check him out physically to see if ulcers really is the only problem...
His stomach has several ulcers, probably from an infection. Along with inflammation of his intestines. It isn't anything serious.. and even as she monitors him, the milk is reducing the symptoms! Could this be trading one curse for another?
Alptraum huhs. Well, it's doing something useful! So, she stops worrying so much about it and just starts to, well, enjoy the moment!
This lack of worry brings things to a head with her. Twice! Then the rat pops with a shudder that really rattles his beads.
Those beads mean everyone knows when the rat is coming ... and going. And then the bat groans. Might be from the joke, might be from other things!
"I feel better," the rat croaks. "T'ank you, and t'ank Maab. And Gorphat too!" And then a moment later, "Wow.. my junk is glowing!"
"Yeah, it does that after, well, this. It's a blessing. I think," Alptraum admits, lamely. "Is it uncomfortable?
"Probably gonna be, but.. I can probably eat bread now," the rat says, grinning. His teeth show the acid damage. "An there are the Yodhmaab acolytes kin probably help with it. Or some soap."
"Soup would be good, yes," Alptraum says, head bobbing. "Be well then and thanks to Maab and Gorphat."
The next one is an Eeee covered in scars, as if he were attacked by a swarm of Skuts or other biting insects. "Hi," he says, scratching a scar on his cheek. "Are you a Yodhsunala?"
"No, not quite, so I'm not here to kill you," Alptraum says. "I'm serving Gorphat currently. Hence the green, er, glow."
"Yeah, saw that on the others," the Eeee says. "Does it hurt or taste funny?"
"No one has complained yet, and it isn't bothering me?" Alptraum offers. It's the best answer she can give, as she doesn't really know what it's doing to them since it seems to have different effects. "I think each person reacts differently."
"So I just.. go at it?" the Eeee asks, climbing up onto the slab with Alptraum. "No prayer or nothing?"
"Well ... you can pray if you want to," Alptraum offers, "But it hasn't been necessary so far..." She stretches out a bit, and rearranges herself again.
The man is quickly ready to begin, and does. "Mother Gorphat, I accept your challenges to make me stronger," he recites, and repeats it with each thrust. This makes things a lot more intense for Alptraum, somehow! Maybe because he thrusts harder each time, causing him to grunt mid-prayer.
Alptraum is soon grunting too! Is it the strength of those thrusts, or is it Gorphat messing with the blessing somehow. Either way, it's making her push back too out of instinctual reflex; she can't help it at all. She starts repeating his prayer herself after a bit. Because ... why not?
Repeating the mantra does make it feel better. A lot better! Enough to make Alptraum cry out. Her partner has to stop his own praying though, as he's pumping too fast and struggling to get a full breath.
So now it's Alptraum praying for the man! She can't help it, the intensity of things is making her think less and just do whatever it takes to make it even more enjoyable.
He actually keeps going past his release, probably because the blessing keeps him aroused. This makes Alptraum's peaks come closer together... but he eventually has to slow down. He's wheezing pretty badly.
Alptraum is wheezing a lot too by then. "I ... I think you're done," she manages out when she can actually think again.
He pulls out slowly and staggers when he gets to his feet. It takes him a moment to find his pants, which he just picks up as he staggers out. A fresh Skreek replaces him, who coughs and spits to the side. He's more of a stereotypical dirty Skreek, with one rheumy eye and sniffling a lot. He looks like he's got something. He doesn't chat though, just gets his pants off. He's a long one. And pendulous.
Alptraum's brow arches. This skreek looks diseased. That .. is worrisome. "Hello," she says to him. "This is to help provide you a blessing from Mabb and Gorphat," she explains. "I hope you are ready and accepting of such ...?"
"Yeah, it'sh shex right?" he slurs, climbing up on top of Alptraum.
"Yes. I assume you know how?" Alptraum inquires as she warily eyes the rat. Egad, she's sure she's going to catch something form him.
He turns his head and spits off to the side, then slides into Alptraum. He's long enough to be tapping on her cervix. "Yeah.. jusht.. unff!" he says, and starts thrusting. It's uncomfortable at first, but not for long.
So, Alptraum tries using that prayer again, just in case it might help with it being enjoyable. Also, hopefully keep her from worrying about what horrors she might contract from the rat! It's the sort of thing Gorphat might do in revenge, after all.
The prayer helps, and then some! Things feel amazing. Is it because the rat is obviously sick?
Hopefully that amazing stays and she doesn't end up with whatever he has! So, she keeps repeating the prayer over and over rather plaintively.
There's a lot of coughing and hacking (and a bit of dripping) from the rat, but he nuzzles his check right up against Alptraum's for the final push to the summit. And when he reaches it, he gasps out and sneezes at the same time, just missing Alptraum's ear. But that's probably lost in her explosion.
Alptraum is probably glad to not be aware of that sneeze and how close it came to going in her ear. Though what he could be giving her internally could be worse. Hopefully the blessing protects her from such things; but who knows? And not worth worrying at right at this moment!
"Dat clear my nose a bit," the Skreek admits, and climbs off.. only to slip in the green goo and fall off the altar. "I alright!" he declares from the floor.
That just makes Alptraum laugh. She can't help it at all and ends up practically cackling. It distracts her from checking her own condition immediately, but when she does recover, she tries to use the shadow to make sure she didn't catch anything from him.
Whatever he has isn't infectious, apparently. During the check an Eeee shows up. He's got an eyepatch and what could skin ulcers on that side of his face, making his cheek look wet and messy. "Guh," he says, then tries to sign "Hello". His hands look normal at least.
Alptraum signs hello back. "What is wrong with you?" she also adds as a question. Those ulcers look nasty.
"I can hear fine, tongue is bad," he signs back slowly. "Scratched by creature. Venom."
"Ouch," Alptraum signs while wincing. "Hopefully Gorphats blessing will help deal with that. You're supposed to, ah, bed me."
The man stops signing so he can mount Alptraum. Just going in makes Alptraum tingle. The tip of his tongue sticks out from his mouth as he starts to move his hips.
And that's when Alptraum also tries to use the shadow to figure out how bad things are, and if the venom can be stopped. At least before she gets too distracted by other tingly things!
It's hard to focus, because this feels better than all of the previous ones, and he's going slow. The venom has already done its damage, with the necrosis damaging the eye and cheek. It's not getting any worse.. there are signs of scarring where it's healed. But it also penetrated through the cheek at one point to get the tongue as well.
Alptraum does try to 'fix' some of it if she can focus long enough to do so. But for the most part she just enjoys the ride, so to speak, with her own hips rolling in time with his.
It may be making it easier to work with the shadow. She's able to close the ulcer and fix the tongue during her peaks. They're coming a lot faster with this bargorphat.
Is it the worse the problems, the better it is for her? Maybe she's getting some energy from it that is making it easier? Maybe not? It probably doesn't matter. She's able to repair things and enjoy it, so .. win!
The man begins to gulp air and gasp, and finally speeds up to get to the end of the ride. His explosion lasts for several seconds more than usual, and his heart skips a few beats before going back to a normal, excited pace.
It's a gallop for both to the end, and an explosion for both. And there's a rather high-pitched Eeee squeak too, echoing like mad in this room during that. She's a loud one, really, no matter the form. People with thin walls would be unhappy.
In this case, it's a thin door, and several heads peek in to see if anyone was just murdered. "Ugh.. argh.. hah," the Eeee gasps, trying to get his tongue back under control. "Thhhh.. anks," he finally gets out.
Alptraum salutes with her hand. "Anytime!" she squeaks. The act is called the little death so someone being murdered isn't out of the question...
The next Skreek has lost most of his fur and has red welts, probably from ringworm or something similar. He's lost a lot of teeth, but that doesn't stop him from smiling. "So, what's off limits?" he asks.
Alptraum peers. "That's an odd question. Nothing is," she says a bit hesitantly. "What do you want?"
"A kiss!" the man requests.
"Oookay," Alptraum says and somehow manages to not wince. That one looks like they have halitosis. "So, uh, go ahead?" she says and puckers up a little.
The rat clambers over Alptraum and gives her a big sloppy toothless kiss. With tongue. Lots of tongue!
Alptraum tries to not get ill or choke from that! So, she struggles through without gagging by tapping her toes like crazy on the altar as an outlet!
The rat starts humping her before breaking the kiss. Is he going to break is? It feels odd when he rubs against Alptraum, and she can tell he's shedding more fur as he goes.
Alptraum ... ew. At both the kiss and the shedding of fur. She really tries to ignore it by just closing her eyes. It only helps a little. What helps more is reciting that prayer again to try and make things feel better!
Things do feel better. Fantastic even! She has to stop tapping her toes because her legs are rising up and spreading out as the rat ruts.
Well, that's a weird reflex action! Still, she's a bit too distracted to not think about it, or care. She just focuses on that prayer to try and keep things tolerable. Well, more than tolerable really.
The Skreek grunts wetly as he pounds away, and Alptraum is peaking pretty frequently now. He does stop kissing her at some point though.
Small mercies on that! She can just focus on the other part, which feels pretty good. And thus, more of that high pitched squeaking she made earlier that elicited the fears of murder.
The rat doesn't last too long, for better or worse. He shudders and makes a weird giggling sound when he releases. "Glarb," he says. He's left a lot of his fur on Alptraum.
Alptraum waits for the rat to climb off, then she actually stands up on the altar and shakes all that fur off in a could of yucky fluff. Brr. Gross! And this is from one that has a form that's hairless! Something about being covered in someone elses fur is nasty!
The rat staggers off, and an Eeee comes in. He's got his hands over his crotch after he gets his pants off. He looks malnourished, and has sores on his lips.
"I've seen everything. You don't need to hide yourself," Alptraum says and beckons to him. "Tell me what troubles you?"
"I got sores," the man says, and pulls his hands away. He's got sores, alright, almost certainly an sexually transmitted disease of some sort.
Alptraum rubs her face. Oh God. She's supposed to deal with that? "Well, my blessing may help with that?" she says weakly and gestures for him to approach. Inward, she's cringing and wanting to run.
It takes him a minute to get ready, but then his on top of Alptraum and grinding away with his hips.
Alptraum does not like this. At All. She's using the shadow to see if she's going to get infected by this while she grinds away with him. Ugh! She can't refuse him, but.
It's hard to focus. The blessing is hopefully shielding her, because she's peaking every time this Eeee moves his hips. The worse the affliction, the better it feels for sure, and it can't possibly get more intense than this, can it?
The bat is pretty sure it can! She knows how extreme Gorphat can get. Still, she's reciting the prayer yet again! Just in case.
There's only the prayer and the pleasure. It does get more intense, more intense that it should be able to as it goes past her peak. Even Inala only rarely does that to her! It's like becoming a cloud of electricity.
Is Gorphat trying to wear her out? Or somehow make this torture? Could be anything, and right now Alptraum cannot think, at all.
The Eeee lets out a pained cry as he finishes. Maybe there are multiple infections at work if it hurt like that! He collapses onto Alptraum, who is back to feeling solid again, if a little buzzed.
Alptraum lays there for a bit, wheezing and eyes wide. She slowly, slowly, trues to push him off without just dumping him onto the floor. Also, checking herself to make sure she didn't catch something.
There aren't any signs of infection, as the green lube probably provides a protective layer. The man also looks a little better, although he's covered in glowing green fluid so it's hard to be certain.
Alptraum hopes he's better, and will get better. He looked really bad. Once he's off, she flops on her back and wheezes.
"Oy, you look a mess, girl," a Skreek voice says. And Alptraum is a mess. She's got green milk on her chest, and her fur from her hips to her knees is saturated and glowing. "How 'bout I clean you up a bit?" She recognizes the voice now: Crabs. "Ain't nobody after me anyway."
"Yeah, please. I feel ... gross," Alptraum admits. It's quite true, too. So .. sticky. Yick! It also gives her a chance to just lie there and wheeze like mad.
Crabs humms as he works. He's got soap. Real actual soap! He washes Alptraum's breasts to start with, which comes with a massage as a side effect.
Typical male. They always go there first! Still, it's soap! She's getting cleaned. She's not going to complain over something minor as a massage like that.
At least it feels nice, as a massage usually does. The Skreek clicks and hums and rinses things off with warm water (where'd he get that?). There's a towel too and fluff drying, then he moves on to the lower area, leaving the towel covering Alptraum's chest.
Okay, so this is at least nice and relaxing. Soap and clean water! That's luxury here. "Thank you," she finally says, too as he works on her lower half. "I was gross."
"Naaaaah, you were just sticky and glowing," Crabs claims as he soaps up Alptraum's thighs and crotch. There's more massaging, even of the intimate sort, which bring Alptraum to a sudden peak.
And a very loud and sudden squeak! "Yes, well, I'm not used to being gross all the time," she complains. Which is only true in some senses, given specific forms,
The last of the goo is rinsed off, and there's more towel fluffing. And then Crabs climbs up onto the slab with her.
At least she knows he's not too nasty. So, she makes room on the altar for him. "I didn't know you were officially a barmaab," she admits.
"Well, I'm the librarian," he says, running a finger up Alptraum's belly and nuzzling her neck. "So.. not sure if I'm due a blessin' or not." He also nibbles.
So, he just wants to boink a girl. Well, rat, so hardly surprising. Still, she helps him find his way in while he's distracted nibbling. By grabbing things and using a pull to guide him.
"Yeep!" Crabs yelps. "Alright den," he says, and mounts Alptraum properly. He wiggles his hips to get settled in, and grabs the Eeee's hips.
Alptraum is not terribly romantic in this. But once she's in, well, it feels good again. So when she grabs her hips, she starts trying to roll them. "Aren't librarians supposed to wear severe glasses?" she jokes.
"Not as much readin' as you'd think," Crabs says, and starts thrusting. It feels nice, but not like she was going through with the afflicted ones. "I just catalog.. stuff.." he explains.
She knows what some of that stuff is. Yuck! She tries muttering the prayer to herself to see if it makes it feel better or not. Maybe it is all tied to how bad they were.
It feels better... that could be from Crabs suckling on her now. Nothing's coming out, but it still adds to it all.
So this one is taken slower as it doesn't seem like it's part of the group she was supposed to treat. Doesn't mean he won't end up with a weird blessing, though.
Crabs doesn't seem to be in a hurry, and pauses every now and then to bite Alptraum's neck and generally try to make things a bit more normal. He still pounds away with his hips though!
Normal in this place is abnormal. Still, this is nice. She goes with it, enjoying the slowness and less weird aspects for a change. Matching her movement to his. She's in no rush given to where she'll go back to when it's all done.
Crabs tries a few different positions, ending up with Alptraum lying on her side by the time he finishes. It's a nice comfortable peak for Alptraum as well. And then he switches to Gorphat's mouth.
Which is NOT comfortable! That causes her to once more squeak out loudly! It also means green goo is going up there! Argh! It makes her squirm a lot, and tap her feet on the altar!
The rat goes slow, until.. well, things move easier. It doesn't feel bad, and starts to feel good. This may be due to Gorphat or it may not.
At least it quit hurting, which is the important part. Once that point is reached, she's back to hip rolling and making more happy sounds.
It takes longer, since the rat has to recharge. But it starts feeling a lot better as he goes, until it's building up to a peak. Alptraum reaches hers before Crabs does, with the rat letting out a high-pitched squeak when it happens.
It's hard to sync such things, often one before the other. Still, Alptraum gets to bask and rest a bit while the rat finishes. Not a bad tradeoff. "You might have a new blessing, so, uh, watch for changes," she warns while he lies there.
"Not so messy dis time though," the rat says, pulling out.. and then cuddling with Alptraum!
Okay, the cuddling is more unnerving than everything else was. She knows this rat and he's a freak. But, she lets him cuddle for now because he doesn't know that she knows, and .. yeah. The complications of shape changing laid bare.
After several awkward minutes of cuddling, Crabs releases Alptraum. "So... you like Skreeks?" he asks. He's not flirting, not yet.
"They're ... okay?" Alptraum answers hesitantly. She's not sure she likes this direction of conversation.
Crabs scratches his cheek. "You ever comin' back? Or know any Skreek girls that are a bit freaky?" he asks.
"Most skreek girls are freaky," Alptraum claims. "Dunno if I'm coming back or not, that's up to Gorphat more than me." And that's entirely true given she KIDNAPPED THE BAT!
"Well.. you need help getting out?" Crabs asks. "I don't see no clothes..."
"Probably? Unless Gorphat just, uh, magics me out as she magick'ed me in," Alptraum claims. Technically she was in Blarf's tent, but yeah, it's more of a domain thing going on.
Crabs holds his hand out to Alptraum, to help her down from the altar.
Alptraum accepts the hand and clambers off the altar. Boy is she glad to be off that thing, even if she now has to walk bowlegged and down the walk of shame.
The corridor is empty, although there are drops of glowing goo on the ground that show where the men were. It makes a pretty obvious path.
Alptraum looks at that goo and just shakes her head. "Let's get out of here as quickly as we can," she says as she heads in the direction of the way out.
>> The log is already stopped <<