Faded Dream leaves the Savanite section of the bordello, and things get a bit fuzzy after that. Next thing Alptraum knows he's in a dark room, lit only by a turned down lantern and the blue glow from his own loins. He's on a bed, and sees the shadowy shape of a wardrobe and a vanity table. That's the first clue that he's no longer a Savanite: he should see much better in the dark if he was.
So of course he feels himself up to figure out what he is right now. Male is obvious enough, species, not so much.
His fingers don't have pads! And his ears are long and narrow. His nose won't stop twitching either, so he must be a Lapi. With white fur, of course.
"Oof, bunny. Well, no surprise a lapi would follow Inala, those things are walking hormones and baby makers," Alptraum mutters to himself in Sylvanian. He does sit up a bit and tries to peer around to see if his eyes adjust any.
They seem to be adjusted as they're going to get. But the lantern can be turned up to help.
Alptraum reaches over and turns up the lantern. At least he's not Gorphat's duck; she severely neutered him, after all.
In the lantern light the dark shapes become defined. The wardrobe shape is an actual wardrobe, with Olympian stylings. The vanity is similar, and includes an actual glass mirror and lots of drawers. It comes with a cushioned stool.
Alptraum's ears go up. Olympian? Isn't that were men are slaves to the women? He blinks a bit, and gets up to try and figure out if that is indeed where he is. And also to see if he's larger, smaller, girly, or who knows?
The bed also has Olympian stylings, but doesn't seem to be built for handling larger or heavier beings. His own body is lean, more like a typical Lapi than an oversized version.
Alptraum huhs. "Where am I?" he wonders. He opens the wardrobe to see if there is anything inside.
The wardrobe is full of costumes. Sparkly dancing outfits, frilly Gallisian maid outfits, gauzy Abu-Dhabian ones.. and of course barely-there Babelite styles.
Alptraum, being in a weird mood, actually pulls out the Gallisian maid outfit. Worse, he actually tries to put it on.
The apron fits, but nothing else. So whoever owns the clothing is smaller than him at least.
Alptraum awws. "I thought I might look cute in that. I'll have to get one for my various shapes sometime," he mutters, leaving the apron on. Now he goes to the door to look outside.
Just as he's reaching for the latch, it rattles and the door begins to open inward!
Alptraum jumps backwards and squeaks!
The opening door hides him for the moment, as a freshly-bathed doe enters, with a towel still draped over her shoulders. She pauses to look at the turned-up oil lantern, and closes the door behind her with her foot. She looks very familiar to Alptraum, even from the back: it's Honey from Inala's Paradise.
That makes Alptraum blink, a lot. "You're a follower of Inala?" he says in shock and surprise.
This time it's Honey's turn to squeak and jump. The doe spins around and gapes at the unfamiliar buck. "Why are you wearing my apron?" is what she ends up asking, while looking down at the glowing tented part of it.
"Because the rest of it wouldn't fit!" Alptraum blurts out, wide-eyed.
"Well.. take it off!" Honey demands.
"Why?!" Alptraum asks, "It's keeping me modest!"
"Not really," Honey points out. She's rolling her towel into a whip now. "And I'm naked already. Plus you got in here naked, didn't you?"
"I was sent here by Inala!" Alptraum claims as he jumps backwards. He soon works on taking the apron off, at least.
The doe holds her hand out for the apron, and thumps one foot impatiently.
Alptraum hands over the apron, grumbling. "I thought I might look cute," he says.
"You have a glowing penis," Honey points out. She actually hangs her towel on it while she puts the apron away in the wardrobe.
"Yes, like I said, I was sent here by Inala. Apparently to knock you up," Alptraum says matter-of-factly. "The glow is Her blessing. Look closer if you don't believe me."
Honey returns and does just that, removing the towel and getting very close. She also cups him underneath. "Good size," she says, and smiles. It makes him twitch down there in reflex!
That also makes him squeak and go up on toes! She's not shy at all.
Honey then stands up and presses against him. "I'm going to call you Milk," she says. "Do you want to be on top or bottom first?"
Alptraum looks a bit dazed at first. "You're ... taking this rather well," he admits when he manages to speak again. "Uh, probably bottom so I can see how you, er, like things?"
"I've never been with an actual buck before," Honey claims. She steps back, and gives him a little swat with her towel. "Get on the bed and lie back," she says. It's not quite a commanding tone, because.. it's coming from a bunny!
"If you do this you are pretty much guaranteed to become pregnant," Milk says as he jumps a bit from the swat. He heads to the bed and flops himself down on it, then stretches out sensuously and even flutters his eyelashes at her.
"I hope so!" Honey claims as she climbs on top of Milk and self-impales herself as she squats down. That feels amazing, and she hasn't even really started to do anything yet. She holds her hands out, and says, "Give me your hands."
Milk ends up sucking in a breath at that sensation, and almost goes cross-eyed. It takes him a moment to even process she said something and then he holds up his hands to her.
Honey presses the offered hands to her breasts, and holds them there as she starts to slowly roll her hips. "I'll try not to hurt you," she promises.
"I don't think you can hurt me," Milk claims. And also ends up kneading a bit like he was, er, milking. His hips also roll for a bit too, though he tries to keep speed down given how amazing it feels, he's worried he might explode too early!
The doe knows exactly how to prolong things. Even when Milk is sure he's going to pop, Honey reaches back and tugs on his scrotum, which seems to 'reset' the build up. This is crucial as she starts to move faster.
And those tugs end up making him bark! Or at least sound weird. He also wonders how these people would feel if they knew they were being knocked up by a demi-god? Does he even qualify as that right now? Why is he thinking about such things? He's not for very long, as soon he can't think about much other than how good it feels and how he wants to move his hips faster, and does.
Honey allows it, riding him hard. Until she does something with her muscles that sets him off immediately. That's when Milk remembers that Honey specializes in causing repeated male orgasms.
And that does make him arch and cry out! Just once ought to be enough to satisfy the requirements, right? Somehow, though, he suspects she's not letting him off that easy.
Of course, it doesn't do anything to end his arousal. Is he now one of the mutant bucks that has a baculum to support things? It certainly hasn't slowed down Honey. And he knows from Fluffy and Jacoba that bucks can got for a long time.
He's been on the receiving end of that, so yes, yes he knows. And he keeps going too. Honey is bouncing, a lot, and honestly it feels really good tp have himself inside her right now. Did she always feel this good?
Possibly! She laughs as she bounces, and her breasts move at a different rate in Milk's hands. It looks like she's just going to enjoy this round without any Yodhinala tricks.
Tricks Mave hasn't taught him! Er, her. Er, whatever. At least it means he can enjoy it too without randomly exploding. And he does. Kneading increases, then he pulls her down so he can nurse on her. Buck teeth make that ... tricky.
But not impossible! It also gives him more play down below, so he can actually try thrusting if he wants. Honey mutters things that might be meaningless mutterings or incredibly filthy suggestions, it's just impossible to tell.
Thrusting it is, and he does. Enough to make her bounce more. He also wishes he could understand what she's muttering! How else will he know what she really wants?
It might even be a prayer or a magic spell, or some subliminal Lapi language that is used to hypnotize males! But thrusting feels amazing, so it's hard to think about things like that. And soon the doe is grunting instead of muttering.
Milk must be doing something right. He tries different angles and intensities of thrust to find which makes her grunt the most ... and when he does, he doubles-down on exactly that movement!
The grunts give way to a squeal and a shudder, and for a moment the doe loses control of herself!
Aha! Victory! He grabs onto her hips and really pound-grinds from below, making her bounce like crazy. Why, he's going to keep her into that loss of mind for as long as he can. Hah!
This gets some drool in his eye, but it's probably worth it. Honey can ride this wave for quite awhile it seems, which is the goal. It also makes it harder for him to hold back joining her though.
Milk is soon not bothering holding back. It's not long before there are two bunnies acting like crazed bunnies. Or is that redundant?
Honey just twitches for a bit afterwards. "Alright.." she whispers. "My turn on the bottom."
"On hands and knees, or lying down?" Milk teases as he lifts up and noms her nose. He's also learned bunny noses with rings feel weird.
"Your choice.. but both eventually," the doe replies.
"Hands and knees it is," the buck quips as he rolls over until he's on top. Then he pulls himself off, and slipping out just feels wrong.
Honey goes down on her knees, and wiggles her rear. It's so cute! And he needs to be in there!
Milk is actually tempted to go inside her rear! But that would not be very Inala-esque. So .. he drapes himself over her back and as he licks the back of her neck, he pushes himself into her, through the proper gate of course.
Her ears bat against his face as she starts pushing back! And she's not going slow either.
He counters by not going slow either, and hitting with enough force she might go face first into the bed. He also reaches around her to fondle her chest and pull at them as if she were being milked. Otto is the source of learning that.
There are a lot of noises coming from the doe, and not just wet ones. And squeaky ones and screaming noises as well. She's really letting him have full control, too! Something Honey never does!
Which means she's really getting pounded. His hips are moving at a Savanite-rate, just about, and that chest fondling is probably on that edge of almost being painful; he's being pretty rough about it. He also bites the nape of her neck.
The bite sets her off, and this time she does the trick with her muscles to set him off at the same time!
Which makes him hug her really tight, slam his hips in hard, and then it feels like he's flooding her as he trembles, shudders, and keeps that bite on her neck!
"Now I'm feeling warmed up," Honey coos. "My turn on my back now."
Just warmed up?!? Good grief. He stays there for a bit, though, and finally pulls out reluctantly and backs off so she can flip herself over.
She practically bounces on the mattress when she flips over, and then wraps her legs around Milk. "How many times do you want to pop?" she asks.
Milk oofs as he's soon back inside her! "Surprise me?" the stupid bunny even suggests, and then he's right into it and making her sink into the bed!
This makes the doe laugh. It's not at all like a Skreek's mad cackle though, but clearly she's having fun! She also makes sure to angle her hips to maximize impact!
Milk ends up lifting her hips up a bit so she's tilted a bit backwards as he really goes at her again, the ol' Savanite hip movement again. He also hunches over her, grunting as he does.
This makes her legs splay out, which relieves some of the pressure on Milk's sides and lets him move a bit easier. And it's a bit a like a piston in an engine at this point. Soon the doe's mouth is agape to try and keep her cool. The room is getting hot.
He's panting too as he really goes at her. If they can walk afterward, it'll be impressive. If they aren't chaffed, that will be too. The whole bed is bouncing. Hopefully it won't break.
The mattress seems to be pretty resilient. Who knows how often Honey uses it with guests. And it doesn't feel like Honey is hitting the frame or anything. She also arches her back to keep the bouncing going despite the higher rate of thrusting trying to push her down.
It would be surprising if her private room was used. Look how upset she was at the use of her apron! Still, they're both bouncing a lot on that bed. Hopefully the rooms are sound-proofed too, or everyone nearby is going to hear this.
Fluffer probably hears, and any Eeee in this area. And then Honey does that thing. Three times in a row! It makes Milk's toes curl!
And probably almost pass out! His back arches in ways it really shouldn't, and if his ears could spin, they would be. He also makes some sad wheezing sounds.
"Ooooooo," Honey coos. "You didn't pass out! Let's try it slow this time. With nuzzling and suckling and cuddling."
"I'm not sure I'm even awake," Milk admits as he suddenly goes limp on top of her. splut
This gets his ears nibbled. "Part of you is still awake," she notes, and wiggles her hips. "It's not like I can die from it."
He's wondering if he does have a bone in there, good grief. How is he still hard?! He ends up counter-nibbling on her. "Won't you get in trouble if you have a child? You won't be able to work," he points out.
"That wouldn't slow me down," Honey claims. "Plus it will probably be twins. And there's day-care here."
"Why twins?" Milk asks as he nibbles her now. That's the second time someone mentioned twins! "Day care? Do others have children?"
"Twins are common in my family," Honey notes between happy muttering. "The staff here is large, so of course there are children to take care of."
"Does Bara have any children here?" Milk wonders as he moves on to ear nibbling.
"Oh no, she can't have children," Honey says, a bit sadly. She starts wiggling her hips again, even if Milk is taking a break.
"Why not?" Milk inquires. That bit of info is rather surprising. He also takes the hint and moves his hips slowly so he can feel every inch and caress around him.
"She was stabbed by a Yodhblakat," the doe explains. "She hides the scar, but it messed her up inside."
"That should be fixable. At least by someone like the Barsunala. I think," Milk says, then ponders. Of course she may not want it fixed.
"I mean, she might have children from before that, but I haven't seen them if she does," Honey says, starting to rock her hips upward now.
"You could tell her to ask the Barsunala to try and fix it, if she would want it fixed," Milk suggests as he shifts to rock in time with her, opposite angle and everything to keep him as deep as possible.
This distracts Honey for a bit. "I'll try to bring it up next time I see her, and tell her I'm pregnant," she eventually says, once she's moving in sync in a pleasant way.
It's a whole different experience when it's taken slow and sensual. And also still as mind-distracting. "Huh? Oh, right," the buck mutters as his mind, well, drifts. He's so lucky he wasn't born a doe, really; he'd have a dozen children by now.
The same might be true if he were a buck though. How do Lapi ever get anything done? They're just made for cuddling! And probably other things, it's just hard to think of any right now. Even rubbing his chest against her breasts feels warm and soft and comfortable.
Milk is sure he's had a few peaks since this slow time started, or it's just been one long, continuous one. Hard to say. It's just comfortable and relaxing, and his eyes even close some, drifting a little.
It's an interesting, almost meditative state to be in. Honey's rhythmic motions, soft fur and hypnotic muttering help. Can Lapi sleep while having sex? When it was Fluffer and Nikky, it wasn't like this. And then Honey pinches his butt.
Milk squeaks at that! "What?" he inquires.
"You were looking to comfortable," Honey claims, and licks Milk's nose. "So thought you needed a little encouragement!"
"What's wrong with being comfortable?" he asks, then play-bites her nose.
"Nothing! But you should be feeling excited," Honey claims.
"We did a lot! I'm a little sleepy," Milk claims instead.
Honey gasps at that. "Did I make you pop too many times? Fluffer's gone for eight hours! And that was with a rat. You don't find me sexy enough!"
"It's not that at all! I don't even know how long I've been here!" Milk retorts and stops moving.
"Well then... ravish me!" Honey says. "Everyone likes to ravish a bunny!"
"You wanted slow cuddles," Milk reminds.
"Only for a little while," the doe suddenly claims. "But I want it a bit more intense, if you're up to it."
Milk just gives her an odd look. Contradictory, this one. So, he shakes his head a bit, and turns things up a bit. Slow movements, but firmer pushes and grinds, as well as dipping down and licking. Ears, face, breasts. Whatever's in range.
This gets her to make happy sounds, and buck her hips more. She even uses her hands to push up her breasts for easier access. She's got her legs around him again as well, helping him push into her.
Nursing resumes since they're nicely presented. And along with the thrusting, he starts using a little shadow to make everything inside a bit squirmier.
More gasping and squirming result, which means the doe is definitely not in control anymore. She squeezes with her thighs too!
It isn't all the time, just when things seem to calm down, it returns like some miniature tentacle monster crawling around inside her. And of course any time she squeezes, it tends to surge to distract her.
"So you have tricks too!" Honey gasps and giggles.. and then peaks with a louder gasp.
He does! And this one now involves shadow tendrils going into Inala's orb, which is rather like licking it times ten, on the inside. It's a whole new sensation of oral sex without a mouth being used.
Honey is really bucking and squirming and back-arching now. She may not be breathing while she's doing this. It may be a reflex, or self-defense, but she does her own trick and milks Milk.
Which at least interrupts him from doing what he was doing! Probably a good thing if she wasn't breathing!
Honey takes in a deep breath, and relaxes a bit after that. She pants and stays mostly silent for a bit. The room feels like a sauna at this point.
And after a short rest, that inner licking comes back. But only in random spurts that can't really be predicted. Yes, he's messing with her. He also needs a bath.
The sweaty doe twitches at the teasing.. and retaliates by making Milk peak again. And he's still producing baby batter, miraculously.
Milk is earning that priaprism curse from Gorphat with all of this. He's not even sure how he's still producing! It does finally get him to stop with the inner licking.
"I need a bath again," Honey admits. The room probably has enough pheromones and such in the air to get another doe pregnant just by breathing it.
He sniffs. "Yes, yes you do," the buck agrees. "And I haven't even touched your backside yet," he teases, then pokes out his tongue.
"Have you earned it though?" Honey asks.
"Have I not?" Milk counters.
"Hmmmm..." Honey considers. "I can't use my trick if we do it that way," she says.
"You also won't get more pregnant," Milk jokes. "I'm teasing."
"Not such thing as more pregnant," Honey says. "But.. butt here or in the bath?"
Milk blinks. "You actually want to?" he asks, surprised.
"Soap makes things easier!" the doe claims. "I'm named Honey, but I don't want to be sticky."
Milk shakes his head. "We can at least get a bath," he agrees as he gets up and pulls out. He also checks to see if he's still, well, glowing. And stiff.
Very stiff and very bright still. And twitching at suddenly feeling cold, despite the humidity in the room.
And Milk actually feels and bends to see if he does have a bone in there. Now he's curious.
It doesn't bend. There's no way to tell from outside while he's still aroused. Or else checking with the shadow.
Milk does actually check with the shadow. This is really weird, after all!
There's something in there, so it's probably a bone! Is it only in this Lapi form though, or has it been there all along?
Milk shakes his head a bit. "Bath time," he says and offers a hand to Honey so she can get up.
The doe is nearly stuck to the sheets, so it takes some effort. And she retrieves her towel.
"You need new sheets, too," Milk observes as he takes her arm. "To the bath!" he declares, and has no idea how to get there!
This is solved by Honey using the towel as a leash to guide him. Only she doesn't tie it around his neck.
Milk thinks this is ridiculous, but goes along. In some forms he has a ring there that could be leashed, both male and female, which is scary.
The bath isn't one of the big ones out in the main area, but a smaller enclosed one down the hall. It's got a very flowery scent from the soap.
"Very floral," Milk observes. "I take it this is for the women to use?"
"Everyone, really, but mostly me," Honey says, and wades into the water, tugging Milk along with her.
And he follows along ... and grabs some soap in passing too. And once they're in the water, he actually puts some on his hands and starts to soap her up.
"Be sure to grope while you do that," Honey says. "Because I'll be doing it to you."
Milk snorts a bit. And he does, indeed, grope when he moves close, chest to her back and reaching around to soap her front. There is much kneading.
This makes her nearly purr, and wiggle her butt back against him.
That wiggle makes him bite her ear playfully and wiggle right back. Only it involves poking, and a gentle sort of push to see if he can actually, well, take her backside too, being the completist he is. Hopefully it won't make Inala mad.
Honey does bend forward to brace herself against the wall. The Yodhinala got up to everything, so it should be alright.
Milk is gentle about it as he slowly does work himself into bunny-butt. It's a bit of a new experience as he's usually the one on the receiving end of this. See one albino bat named Mordecai, for that matter. It's definitely .. snug.
The soap helps though, even if it causes some odd squeaking sounds from the bubbles or something. But bunny butt is plush as usual, and Honey is clearly familiar with the activity, since she pushes back and makes up for her lack of muscle control with creative hip movements.
Milk eventually gets settles all the way in and rolls his hips. Breathing, slow, and soon he's using the shadow again, so that areas in the front that are sensitive are getting simulation, as well as his reach-around groping.
Honey can't do her usual trick, but the tightness and the tingly soap do the same thing after a bit. It's not explosive, but it's still pretty intense.
And Milk tries to use the shadow to make her pop at the same time before he slows, then just pants. After a lick of the back of her head, he draws back out. "I'll behave now," he promises.
"Your turn to get bathed," Honey says once she catches her breath. She turns around and starts soaping up Milk's chest. She's very sensual about it all, and eventually gets to work on the glowing part as well.
"Just behave, hmm?" Milk teases as he settles in close. It's nice to be soaped up by someone else; and very relaxing in some ways, and not in others. It does leave him muttering a bit in contentment, though.
It's all very relaxing at first, despite the constant arousal. But while Milk's eyes are closed, Honey mounts him again and starts to rock back and forth in his lap.
"You are insatiable," the lapi comments and opens one eye to look at her. That's his extent of complaining, though. He can only move a little, but he does so, a slow sort of rock.
"Hey, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity," Honey claims, working up some suds. "Don't you want to carry me off and ravish me some more, no matter how tired you might feel?"
"How is this a once in a lifetime thing?" Milk has to ask. "Lapis are plentiful. Want and capable are two different things, though. I'm not sure I can stand and walk!"
"But you're blessed by Inala," Honey points out. "I can't use you up!"
Milk hmphs. "You know even I have my limits! I'm not inexhaustible," he points out.
"Oh? Want to find out?" Honey coos, wiggling in the buck's lap.
"I don't want to die today," Milk says, flatly.
Honey rolls her eyes. "At worst you will just pass out," she claims. "It's not like giving blood!"
"How would you know? You're not a guy!" Milk points out.
Honey tilts her head to the side, making her ears flop. "I've never killed anyone," she says. "Or caused things to like.. burst or break."
Aaand that makes him think of Dar, and he shudders. He gets that image out of his head by bouncing her, hard, for that!
Splash-slosh-splash! Honey laughs at the bouncing, her breasts bobbing.
Milk just rolls his eyes and keeps on bouncing her, trying to get her to pass out!
Honey has amazing stamina, and each times she peaks she seems to have more energy! Of course, Milk can't hold out forever, and gushes eventually as well.
But the curse, or blessing, or whatever it is ... keeps him hard even after that. And so he somehow just keeps going too. There's a lot of whimpering and whining, though.
"Big bucks don't whimper," Honey urges. And then when she's in position does her trick to make Milk gush again.
That's easy for her to say! She's not going through the same thing he is, so to speak! He does end up biting his lower lip though to stop the whimper. His movements are rather erratic, though.
And Honey, being evil(?) keeps doing it whenever she can. It does make Milk shake and shudder, but it also feels amazing!
Is he going to shrivel up? How in the world is he still able to produce anything at this point?! It shouldn't be possible.
Eventually, the doe just locks herself down in place and keeps Milk in a constant state of release, even when things do run dry (but at least it doesn't hurt). He can't really feel anything else at that point though.
His eyes have practically rolled back in his head and he makes odd gibbering sounds as he twitches all over!
This transitions into a warm white haze, it even sounds hazy beyond the noise of his own heart racing. But it does taper off after an unknown amount of time. The sound is replaced by that of a breeze stirring leaves. The blank whiteness gradually becomes a view of a blue-gray sky, with the Procession forming an arch.
And he blinks a bit, wondering where he is now. And for that matter, what he is. He tries to sit up and get, well, a look.
His head feels heavy, but.. boy does he feel strong. And broad-shouldered! And long-muzzled.
A quick look reveals a very well-muscled, white body. With cloven hooves.
Alptraum blinkblinks and reaches up to feel that muzzle. Then his forehead. He has a suspicion.
Out of the top of his head are.. antlers. Big ones!
Alptraum blinks! Not a unicorn. Cervine? He's not here to seek out Summer, is he? His ears flick about as he looks to try and figure out where he is.
It's definitely a forest. But is it one outside of Babel? Somewhere else? The angle of the Procession indicates somewhere North.. but that's a whole hemisphere of possibilities. But the sky is too clear to be Sylvania.
He gets slowly to his feet and stretches. "I don't recognize this place at all," he finally admits. So, he looks for a path to follow, but if nothing else he'll follow the stars.
He hears a sound though. Through the trees.. a splash of water. And the scent of water (who knew it had a scent?). Also the scent of something else, something that really draws him that way.
"When in deer, do as they do?" Alptraum mutters? So, he heads off in that direction!
Soon he reaches a pond. There are flowers all around it, in an impossible array of colors. And of course in the center, bathing, is a white doe. The most white doe in the world. She's even got blue eyes when she looks over her shoulder to see him, and very long lashes. "You came," she says. "The very image of Cernunnos." That's what seems familiar about this body!
At least it isn't Summer! That would be hard to explain later. "Well, I am sort of a god. A little," he admits a bit lamely. "Who are you...?"
"Spring's Bounty," the doe says, turning and showing at least part of where the bounty part comes from. "I am sort of a god as well, locally."
"So, you are a spirit then?" Alptraum asks. "Where exactly is this place? I do not recognize the forest here. Are you too a follower of Inala?"
"I'm not a follower, and also not exactly a spirit," the does says as she leaves the water. "I am Spring," she claims. The flowers may back her up on this, since it's certainly not Spring in the northern hemisphere right now.
"Then I am not certain what my purpose is here," Alptraum admits as he does walk a bit closer. "Normally I have been called to help sire children."
"Yes, and you will," Spring says, getting up close to Alptraum and reaches down to grab his 'handle', which she uses to tug him towards a bower made of ivy and flowers. This is a lot like the dream Summer was having that one time. Not exactly, but close.
Alptraum squeaks. That handle works much like the nose, anything pulling on it tends to encourage that you follow! And follow he does to the bower. And he really hopes that ivy isn't the kind that makes you itch.
It's really more decorative, like curtains. The bed is made of roses! Which really contrast well with Spring when she lies on them, and licks her nose coyly. "Join with me," she offers.
There's something bothersome about the idea of violating spring, but ... in he goes, sliding in beside her in the 'nest' of flowers. And then he rolls onto her. He arches up and with one smooth movement (and having to account for size), he eases right into her.
It's a bit of a squeeze, despite the smoothness of it all. He remembers Cernunnos as being a bit big, what with being a god of fertility and all. It also feels different! He's never had quite so much surface area involved before.
It's weird, that's for sure. And it takes him a bit to acclimatize to the sensation. Then he starts moving. There is something quite weird about the concept of deflowering spring, that's for sure.
The doe makes a low drawn-out bleat that sounds a bit like a trumpet. And the musk that abounds makes it hard to think straight.
Alptraum decides to not even think straight. It makes it it easier. Hopefully. And he settles into a firm rut.
Soon he's making trumpet noises too. It attracts all sorts of wildlife, which just watch from outside the bower. The rutting is interrupted every so often by a sudden release, which doesn't really effect any of the activity. Even the fading of daylight isn't noticed. Spring is definitely breathing heavily though. Or heavingly.
Okay, so being stared at while doing this makes it even weirder. It's fortunate it's not causing any performance anxiety. Or maybe it is and the blessing is just overpowering it. Who knows? It helps when he closes his eyes and just focuses on, well, making the doe honk.
Maybe he can recall this form for Summer sometime. But right now he isn't even aware of when he and Spring switched places, so that she's riding on top of him now.
He's worried he might break Summer in this form! He feels like he could break a Rhian. He's also grateful for the break when he's on his back and she's bouncing on him. It also means he can reach up and grope, and of course does.
His fingers don't have the same sense of touch, more like Willow's. But groping is still groping. In this position he's also able to make out a series of lights approaching through the woods.
Lights? Egad, are people coming here?!!? That makes him honk in a bit of a panic! He doesn't need more of an audience!
Spring is still rutting him though, and it's not like he can escape. The lights turn out to be candles, being carried by white-robed figures.
"Who .. who are they?" Alptraum asks in moaning horror. There's a new phrase, moaning horror.
"My shrine maidens," Spring bleats. "The ones you are meant to impregnate."
"Wait, what? More?" Alptraum says in horror. They're going to kill him!
"When I said you will be siring children, I didn't say it would be with me," Spring notes. The maidens begin to disrobe, and each has some sort of surface mutation. One has small antlers, another has violet eyes. One has flowing golden hair, and the last has large Lapi-like ears and four breasts.
Just where is he?! He's never seen anyone like this before. He tries to not stare at them and instead focuses on Spring Bounty. He also sits up and, well, nurses on her too.
Being Spring.. well, she actually produces milk. Is she actually another aspect of Inala? All of the maidens have a single white rose on a string around their necks.
Well, the concept of a goddess of love is pretty common. So hardly surprising it would appear in other cultures. He switches back and forth a few times on Spring while she continues to bounce on him. He's starting to feel a bit like an ambulatory pleasure toy.
Spring does stop bouncing though once her shrine maidens have been standing around for a bit, but doesn't stop Alptraum from nursing. At least she hasn't been doing any weird moves that make him instantly release!
Small mercies, that! So, he does nurse for a bit more before he finally pops those lips off of her. He's blinking, a bit dazed. Now he's aware of being stared at again.
While he's dazed, Spring stands up and steps away. Then the first maiden, the one violet eyes stands over him, a bit nervously. "Hello.." she bleats.
"Uh, hello," he says, blinking as his eyes refocus. "I don't bite." He also reaches over, picks her up, then sort of skewers her on him.
It's pretty tight and the girl gives out a bleat of surprise! "I like biting though!" she blurts out, somewhat dazed.
As if it couldn't get any weirder. So, he sits up and bites one of her breasts.
"OoooOoooOooo!" the girl goes, a sound not expected to come out of a Cervani! She also grabs onto Alptraum's antlers and starts to move her hips.
Since she's on top, she's the one with the most range of motion. He can just bounce her. And bite her, which he's doing since apparently she likes that. What a weirdo.
She also.. spins around. Well faces away from him anyway, for a bit. At least she let got of his rack first!
Okay, so they're all probably crazy. Big shock. At least it lets him sit up and then push her forward so he's on top of her. And that's when she learns how big and strong he is as he almost drives her into the ground.
She makes muffled sounds because she probably has a mouthful of roses. Some of the other girls are whispering to one another at this point.. probably about how surprisingly bouncy Violet's rear end turns out to be.
And it's a lot of bouncing going on. And a face full of flowers. It doesn't take long through before he sort of slams hard and shudders. And the doe is flooded. Enough that she, well, leaks.
She makes some incoherent noises for awhile, and doesn't seem capable of getting back up by herself after that.
The buck pulls himself out and falls backwards, onto his back, and wheezes. He might not be able to either.
"Are you alright?" the next girl asks. She's the one with small antlers, but otherwise normal looking, aside from white freckles on her otherwise brown cheeks.
"Just a little tired," Alptraum admits, and gestures to his still hard bit. "Hop on if you want, I'll get my breath back soon, I hope."
The girl mounts him slowly, and after a moment.. tries to feed Alptraum a grape.
Alptraum nomfs it, and her fingers. There's a pause, then he starts to bounce her some.
She doesn't try to remove her fingers from his mouth as she bounces, but does honk with each impact. And drool! Is it possible the does are getting more out of this than Alptraum, even with his extra sensitivity?
Alptraum has been busy lately. So he might just be overloaded! Still, he's bouncing her well at some point, enough that eventually her fingers escape his mouth at least with a pop!
So she grabs onto his antlers.. and dips her head down in case he wants to grab hers, apparently.
Alptraum isn't sure what to do, so ... she grabs hers too! This makes for one weird position. Is this a thing with cervani?
Well, since does don't usually have antlers.. maybe it's just a kink that some bucks have? Her antlers actually feel pretty nice to his semi-numb fingertips though. They're smooth, and only have two prongs. But she moans more when he's touching them.
Oookay, it got weirder. HE tries actually stroking them to see what happens. Hopefully her head doesn't come off or something.
The girl shudders, clearly climaxing at that point - either because of the horn stroking or just.. because. "More!" she bleats.
Alptraum always gets the freaks, it seems! The Goddesses have to be watching and laughing .. somewhere. Maybe this is just a huge silly joke to them? Well, at least being entertaining is something? So, he goes right back to, er, polishing her horns.
The girl is soon panting and moaning and shuddering again.. and starts doing the same to Alptraum's antlers. Which.. kinda tingle, which is weird. There aren't nerves in them! But this is a shrine maiden to a fertility goddess, and a 'sport' because of her mutation. Does that mean she can do magic?
That makes him sort of go cross-eyed. How is she doing that? Why is that even a sensation? Horns aren't exactly living tissue, they're like hair! IT does make him climax thought all of a sudden and almost launches her up.
"Aaaagh!" the doe squeals, and does something that makes Alptraum's entire skull tingle for a moment. Does her power only work on bone and horn though? He finds out soon enough as his baby-making equipment starts to tingle as well, even though the doe isn't moving and he just erupted.
And it doesn't take long for it to happen again! That makes him honk this time and jerk! He fights back by messing with her horns in opposite ways just to see what happens!
This makes the tingling even more intense when she shudders! It must be like what getting kenned feels like.. just very localized. It definitely feels like something is soaking into his flesh, given how deep the tingling goes. It'll be all the way through if this keeps up!
He counters by kenning her to see if it somehow stops whatever is going on!
No, it doesn't stop! It makes her climax for the duration, and makes the tingling reach all the way through Alptraum's loins. Even around and under to his tail!
That makes him cry out too, and explode again. They really are trying to kill him! They have to be! This is insane! He's starting to wheeze.
The horny doe takes in a deep breath. Apparently she hadn't been breathing due to the intensity.. and then passes out against Alptraum.
Alptraum is thankful for that. He lays there for a bit, wide-eyed and breathing. He also makes a plaintive squeak, and slowly eases her off him and to the side.
"Is she dead?!" asks the doe with golden hair and fur. She looks stupidly pretty - in that she probably makes bucks go stupid around her. She's clutching her hands to her chest, right under the hanging white rose.
"No, she just passed out," Alptraum says. "She almost killed me, though."
"Aren't you a god though?" Goldie asks, blinking her big brown eyes. "Was it her witchcraft?"
"I'm half god, or is it quarter," Alptraum claims, still laying there sorta spread and dazed. "It was certainly her something."
The golden doe kneels down next to Alptraum, and plays with the tuft of floof on his chest. "So.. maybe with me.. we could be.. uhmm.. gentler?" she asks. "With.. kissing and petting and such."
"That would be good, yes," he admits. "So, uh, climb on? You can go as slow as you like." He's honestly not sure he can move, truth be told.
So the doe lies on top of him without taking him in. She sort of lies on her side so she can continue to stroke him.
So this one seems afraid? That is probably good since it allows him to actually rest a bit while he strokes on her, just tracing out body shape and form instead of aggressive groping. "Let me guess," he says, "First time?"
"Well.. I get a lot of unwanted attention and it sort of drove me into becoming a shrine maiden," Goldie claims. "So I've never been actually.. you know.. seduced?"
"Well, this isn't about being seduced, either," Alptraum points out. "Unwanted attention where? What town?" He still isn't sure where he is, after all.
"Well, yeah," the doe says. "The girls are very mean to me. They want me to stay indoors all the time!"
"Because the guys ignore them and flock after you, is that it?" Alptraum asks as her tracts of land get massaged.
"Yeaaahhhh," the doe replies.. either to the question or the massage, or possibly both.
Curious, Alptraum tries to milk her. "Well change up how you dress. Look all dangerous and spooky," he suggests too.
She's not producing milk, but does sort of make mooing sounds. "Dress?" she finally asks. "I wear a kerchief usually."
"Dress all spooky, in dark clothing and get lots of body jewelry. People would be scared of you," Alptraum claims, and then actually nurses on her.
The doe gasps, then says, "I can't wear clothes. They always fall off."
"You need to learn how to put them on better, then," Alptraum pauses to say.
"The seams come apart," the doe claims. "It's a blessing, they say."
"Just get a blanket and cut a hole in the middle and stick your head through," Alptraum suggests.
"What if it catches on fire!" the doe bleats in alarm.
"Don't stand near flames," Alptraum points out as he switches nipples.
"I guess I could try," Goldie says, and sort of squeezes that breast while Alptraum suckles.
He's trying to see if she'll produce, of course. This one does seem a bit of an air-head, alas.
Apparently being a fertility god involves actually fertility instead of just the side effects.
Alptraum finally lifts her a bit, and nudges her legs apart. And unless she fights it, he lowers her down to get, er, impaled.
She seems to be a bit dazed from the nursing, and licking her lips, so isn't resisting at all by now.
And thus the maiden is maiden no more, not after being impaled on him. This form is a bit, er, overly endowed. Maybe Alptraum can keep that part when he changes back to an Eeee.
It also makes the doe bleat and kick out her legs! At least Cervani aren't biters.. but the drool can take some getting used to. And Summer would probably appreciate a deer-god endowment on Alptraum.
Alptraum lets the doe settle a bit and get used to feeling, well, filled. It does feel good after one gets used to it, he should know. So, when she settles, that's when he starts to move, and roll her slowly instead of bounce like the others.
This makes her go "Oh!" on each push, each one getting gradually longer. He can almost see the whites of her eyes from how wide they get.
This is a good reaction! And given how tight she is in comparison to his, er, size, the sensations are likely quite overwhelming. He doesn't stop, either, and slowly makes the pushes stronger.
Now come the bleats and digging her stone-like nails into his back! But she's also starting to move on her own as well, trying to rock her hips up in time.
And he lips and bites on her neck in counter to that. There's no rush, just a consistent and insistent thrusting to the doe's limits, with no signs of slowing down or stopping.
Did her hair sweep out on its own or did she do that? She seems to glitter, and her breasts seem to become extra bouncy. Even her bleats seem.. sultry somehow.
There's definitely something cast on her. It's probably quite frustrating, just like how his 'blessings' are too. So, he rolls, trying to make this as enjoyable as possible so that it makes up a little for having to live with the others.
She just keeps getting brighter and sexier, somehow, even her movements are more arousing. As if Alptraum can be more aroused. But he's nearly sneezing on his own musk as a result.
And it's not like he can get un-hard at this point. Or even in other male forms, for that matter, not with the dueling blessings from Inala and Gorphat. In spite of himself he ends up erupting, and still keeps going.
That makes her almost too bright to look at! And then she explodes. Not just metaphorically, either, there's an actual release of force as all that built-up energy is released. She's left panting hard afterward, and looking normal, except for her long hair.
And the rolling slows, then stops. And he pants, wide-eyed. Well, that was a first. Where did all that energy go?
Well, the plants around them are certainly blooming extra hard now. But the doe's golden fur is light brown, and her hair is black. She's still pretty though, just not standing out like a golden statue.
Alptraum blinks. "Are you supposed to look like you do now, or is this the first time?" he actually asks in surprise.
"Huh?" the does asks blearily. "How do I look now?"
"Tan with black hair?" Alptraum says.
"Seriously?" she asks, and pulls some over her hair over to look. "So.. I look normal now? That's amazing!"
"So, this is a new look for you? Maybe it occurs when you are ... knocked up?" Alptraum suggests.
"Knocked up? I haven't hit my head," she claims. Then it dawns on her. "Oh right! You're supposed to get me pregnant!"
"That, yes. I wonder if it is because of that," Alptraum says. And then he proceeds to ken her to see if she might have, well, gotten pregnant.
It's hard to tell since things are still probably floating around still. But magical blessings must be more sensitive.
He doesn't push it, as it could risk the actual event. So, he'll just assume. He flops back on his back to rest again, and breathe.
"So is it always like that?" the doe asks.
"Not for normal people, no," Alptraum answers. "And this was hardly a normal event."
"Oh.. so will I change back eventually?" she asks next.
"Probably? Though I don't know for sure. Do you want to?" Alptraum asks.
"Eh, not sure it matters now," the doe says, and grins. "I'll be able to wear clothes now I bet."
"Until it comes back, probably! Well, if it does," Alptraum concedes.
"But I've got a season at least before that," the doe says. "Thanks!"
"You're ... welcome?" Alptraum says, and he carefully lifts her off on him with a wet sort of pop.
"I'm next!" the long-eared, four-breasted doe says, as she helps the formerly golden one to her feet.
Four doesn't seem too many, unlike Nicora's eight. Alptraum pats his lap for the doe to settle herself on. "You're the last, aren't you?" he asks.
"That doesn't make me the least pretty or important," the extra-doe doe says, and hesitates sitting down. "Do you find me attractive?" she asks.
"Never said you weren't pretty," Alptraum says as both hands soon become full, and so does his lips as three of the four suddenly get attention.
"Mmm," the doe comments as her chest is attended too. "Most guys think I look weird. Especially when my ears flop," she admits, softening a bit (well, except where she's stiffening up).
"Was a parent a lapi?" Alptraum asks as he switches around, and starts to roll her now, slowly.
"Of course not," the doe snorts. "How would that even be possible? I'm just a mutation. There are plenty in my village."
"Must be a fun village," Alptraum says. He doesn't explain he's not really a cervani, but a bat. And yet somehow he can help them get pregnant.
"Well, we did stop sacrificing our ugliest girls to a lion-Khatta a few years back," she notes. "It was kind of an honor, since.. well.. he's very handsome."
Alptraum also takes a chance to ken her and learn her body because it looks like it could be, well, fun to use later. "Lion-khatta?" he asks afterward, "Did he actually eat them?"
The doe shudders and moans from the kenning, before answering. "Well.. uh.. all of the carnivores did, but he did the slaughtering. They're not around anymore."
"That's .. horrible. Where is this?" Alptraum asks.
"Hmm? Oh, just.. the village. I don't think we have a name for it. This is Western Nordika. Lots of weird customs, I suppose. At least we don't believe in Sky Gods anymore."
"That's .. good. So you don't believe in me, either," Alptraum jokes and makes her bounce.
"You're not just some sailor from an airship trying to get laid," the does says. Bouncing has a very odd effect on the doe's breasts. "The goddess summoned you to sire the next generation of shrine maidens."
"I'm not a sailor at all," Alptraum says, which is very true! And now he bounces her more so he can watch that odd effect.
This also makes her ears flop up and down, which looks odder than the battling breasts. "This is pretty nice!" she says, probably still a bit 'fizzy' from the kenning too, just as she shudders.
It's going to take a bit before he can pop again, so there's a whole lot of bouncing doe, which at least is interesting to watch how things flop! He also goes back to kenning here a bit to make it more interesting for her.
"Ahh!" she squeals, as this causes another, even longer shudder. He can feel the vibrations right down to his root! This is like how Honey can make a man (and maybe a woman too, who knows) pop on command.
And that speeds things up! As he now pops just a short bit later! Of course this body may be built for lots of popping for all he knows!
As a fertility god, his certainly has been so for. And the doe just keeps bouncing on her own as well.
So he just keeps going for a while, then until pop number two comes. Not sure how long, though, as he was sorta hypnotized by all the unusual bouncing.
After that one, the doe falls forward and he finds his face buried in more than it usually gets buried in.
So he goes right back to nursing! And swaps every few minutes. This is kinda nice.
This time there is milk. It's oddly sweet, compared to others, but it still takes a bit of effort to draw it out.
But draw it out he does, and he ensures to get each one flowing before he stops. Why? Because it amuses him to do so!
"Hey, why did you stop?" the doe asks, and wiggles her hips to make sure she has Alptraum's attention.
"Stop which?" Alptraum has to ask.
"The sucking!" the doe clarifies, and pinches Alptraum.
Alptraum ows! "Why, are they hurting?" Alptraum teases, and then goes right back to nursing and alternating between nipples. Even he knows it does feel nice to be suckled on like that, firsthand experience!
"They sort of do when you stop," the doe says, a bit more gently this time.
That Alptraum also knows well, from Nicora, when pressure builds up. So, he keeps on nursing, switching about every few minutes.
Cervani seem to have sweet-tooths. Maybe he can bring Summer some hard candies next time. It's certainly agreeing with him right now. And it also gets the doe started up again with the bouncing.
Candies and replicating at least part of this form would probably be appreciated! He starts rolling hips again when she starts bouncing. Nursing, of course, continues.
This limits the distance of the bounces of course, but even short ones feel nice. "This is so much better than the carving.." the doe bleats.
Alptaum knows that too. The real thing is often better than a toy, has he learned through his, er, experiences. It also makes him laugh a little.
"No laughing!" the doe insists. "More sucking!" She starts bouncing and squirming more.
Alptraum snorts! So he suckles harder. And bounces her more.
This causes some things to get stretched a bit as things bounce, but that doesn't seem to bother the doe at all. It does make the three other teats throw droplets over Alptraum's face.
Alptraum starts to worry if they stretch out too much they won't stay pretty. But, he also has to keep sucking because she gets grumpy!
There's also the lingering thought: will having more breasts make the doe have more children at once?
Hmmm! Interesting thought, and possible, he supposes. But there's got to be a limit to how many she could have physically. It's not like Nicora has piles of children and she has eight of those things!
Or one really well fed child. Probably not something the doe is thinking about either. If she's thinking clearly at all right now. There's drooling, which mostly falls on Alptraum's head.
Alptraum knows it's hard to think about anything during these things. Probably biology, as children are a pain, so make sure you can't think about that during the act. He has to shake his head occasionally too.
The doe's ears are also brushing against his antlers as she picks up speed. At least she doesn't look like she's going to explode.
Exploding is a bad thing! So, that's good she's not going to. He feels like he might, though. Well, at least part of his anatomy might.
It might be due to the prolonged build up, or to the milk. It's unlikely due to the ears. But then the doe moans, "Suck on my ears!"
Okay, now it just got weird again. He releases those nipples and then reaches up to grab those ears, which he pulls down and sucks on them.
The woman moans loudly, and has a very powerful release, again shaking Alptraum himself. It's also very wet, due to the drool, milk and other fluids.
Okay ... weird. He continues a bit longer and then he of course joins her in 'exploding'. At least his is on the inside, and enough that it adds to the mess.
Once it passes, the doe sort of goes limp over Alptraum.
Alptraum lets her lay there for a bit before he extracts her ears from his mouth. A few moments later he eases the doe off of himself and to the side. Then he just whews.
She appears to be passed out, just breathing heavily and occasionally twitching. The evening has cooled, so it feels extra cool on his damp surfaces.
Alptraum tries to wipe himself off. There's not much he can do about looking like a sundial, alas. That's just his reality around women these days.
"You've done well," the white doe fertility spirit says, suddenly kneeling next to Alptraum.
Alptraum looks over and up at her. "Have I?" he asks. "So I make for a good fertility god, eh? Is it now my role?" he jokes.
"It may be another generation before you are needed as such," the goddess says. "Or a few years. I have my eye on some new recruits that young yet."
Alptraum chuckles softly. "So, the answer is a maybe?" he asks and pushes himself upright. He looks at his stuff too, to see if it's still glowing.
The glow is definitely still there.
Does that mean there are still more? Oof. He shakes his head some. "I suppose it's time for me to go, then," he says
"Before you do, is there something you would like to be next?" the goddess asks, although a bit teasingly.
"I ... don't know," Alptraum admits, grins. "Like her, a little, maybe," he jokes and gestures to the last doe. "But I know that won't help my, er, task."
The spirit laughs, and then says, "In this role, that would mean you would be the one getting pregnant." She then takes hold of Alptraum's antlers, and kisses him until he starts to feel woozy.. and blacks out.
Oh look, he passed out! That's ... rather common these days! But then he is blinking out of existence one place and appearing another, so ... how else should he feel?
When consciousness returns, Alptraum feels heavy, and is looking up at.. wooden beams? He's in a really large structure, with light coming through the gaps in the planking. He smells.. hay?
Hay? Is he in a barn? Is he an animal? Alptraum tries to move around some and get a look at himself.
It takes some care to move without sinking further into the hay. But he can easily see his hand. Three thick fingers with hard nails, and hair around the wrists. He's seen that before, on Mr. Straw - the really big Rhian that's one of Cricket's guests right now. A draft-Rhian.
The fur and hair is white, of course.
"And now a Rhian," Alptraum finally says as he gets up. Then looks down, fearing he's probably built enough an Eeee could perch-hang from him.
His voice is a lot deeper sounding, and indeed he seems to be sporting something akin to an Eeee forearm emerging from his groin. And of course glowing.
"Well, that's impressive," Alptraum admits as he feels it a bit. "Wouldn't mind having this normally either," he jokes. Nevermind he'd walk funny as an Eeee with that.
It's not clear how he wouldn't walk funny now with it. He's heavier and stronger than he's ever been, outside of being a dragon. And so far he's alone in the barn.
He also wonders why he's in a barn, and where he is. So, he does try to walk around a bit in it and see if there is anything else in the barn. And failing that, he'll try to look outside.
There is a lot of hay, and what looks like farm equipment. He doesn't really know how farms work though. That was always a townie thing, after all. There are a lot of big, empty woven baskets though. No signs of Rugh'rats, or the smell of them, so not that sort of farm.
Weird. But then he always found farms weird. So he heads to the door of the barn to go outside, with Mr. Happy bouncing along.
It looks like it's nearly noon.. so not where he just was. And there is a field full of.. growing things of some sort. Clearly not the sort of stuff Eeee eat. There's also a large, white draft-Rhian woman in overalls and a big straw hat shoveling brown stuff from a big pile into a wagon. She looks up to notice Alptraum and stops what she's doing to stare at him silently.
Alptraum stares back. "Hello," he says, waves, then tries to cover himself a bit ineffectually. "I've been, er, sent here."
The woman grunts, and takes off her hat. A long flowing mane spills out. Willow would kill for that mane! She also outdoes Willow in the chest department, and manages to not look too bulky for a draft-Rhian. She plants her shovel in the pile, sets her hat atop the handle, and makes her way towards Alptraum.
"I'm serious, I was sent here," Alptraum blurts out, given the woman might be able to flatten him, even at this size!
She finally stops in front of him (well, as close as she can get without impacting his anatomy). She reaches up and grabs his mouth.. to examine his teeth.
Alptraum stands there, wide eyed, and lets his mouth get opened and his teeth examined. Well now, this feels a bit like a livestock auction!
Another grunt, and then she reaches down and feels his dangling bits. She can't fit them all in one hand at least, and she isn't rough.
Alptraum would be up on toes if he had any. "Uh," he stammers out as his tail sort of whips around. That doesn't help his problem down there, that's for sure.
The woman nods, then kisses him on the lips!
Alptraum mph! There's a moment of flailing, then he gives up and leans in, kissing her back.
After a moment the mare breaks the kiss, and says, "Pick me up." Her voice is a bit husky, but that sends a little shiver down Alptraum's back.
Alptraum wonders if he can. But maybe this body can manage it, so he does try to pick her up in a carry-hold in his arms.
It's surprisingly easy to pick her up and cradle her. It helps that she puts her arms around his neck to help support herself.
Uncertain where he should go, he carries her back into the barn. There are at least soft places in there, after all.
There isn't any disagreement from the mare about this. She even nods towards one of the bigger piles of hay.
And so he carries her over to that pile and carefully pays her down, then lowers himself over her. It's actually tricky trying to position, er, things to not poke somewhere or bend. HE waits to see if she asks for, or just guides where that should go.
First she has to remove her overalls. This reveals curves that weren't readily apparent before. Easily the curviest woman he's ever met! Also the biggest breasts he's faced before. Mirasol the unicorn was pretty big and curvy, but not at this scale. Draft-Rhians are the biggest of the big that aren't centauroids, after all.
Alptraum's eyes are rather wide. He's not even sure what to do with all of ... that. And he worries she may have back problems, egad. He does help her disrobe, though, and try to not look too shocked.
She's also a lot furrier than a regular Rhian, as is he. Not fluffy, just longer-furred. And well padded in the stomach area, moreso than the Cervani were.. and Eeee have almost no padding in general.
And now that she's bare, he lines himself up with Inala's gate, then without a word pushes in. It's a disturbing sort of sensation when things slide in almost two feet. It makes him shudder.
She grunts at this, and wiggles a bit to get comfortable. "Don't hold back," she says. She hasn't said much so far.
Well, given her size and mass, he shouldn't have to. Though he starts slow to get used to how it feels to have that much rubbed at the same time. Which of course causes him to get faster, and harder. And at one point he grabs her arms and pushes them above her head as things really pound, and make nearby stuff shake.
Things are pushing up against his chest, so they can't move too much, but the mare does make a whickering noise, which is very different and makes it sound like there's a lot more work being done.
He releases her arms and uses his hands to grab and knead on those curves instead. He keeps pounding, though. Two stalls down, a crate falls over.
As big as his hands are, they aren't big enough for this task. The hay is spilling over them as they sink dipper into it. Once the mare's arms are released, she grabs onto Alptraum's mane, and starts moving her thighs in a trotting motion, working up to a gallop as they wrap around him.
Alptraum tries to match the movement. It makes him whinny to his own surprise, and snort loudly through his massive schnoz. He tries to dip his head down and capture one of the nipples to nurse.
They're certainly big enough, and his mouth is better for suckling even. The mare does have pretty rich milk, so the breasts aren't just for show. It probably means she isn't a maiden though, so her association with Inala is as yet unknown.
Alptraum didn't think this one would have been 'pure'. So, he's not surprised. He focuses on the task though, trying to drive her to a peak, then working himself there too if he can. It's still unsettling feeling this heavy, though. Though given what's going on with Gorphat, who knows how heavy Nicora will get with the force-feeding.
The mare reaches her gallop, and snaps her teeth as her muscles spasm. It's powerful enough that a lesser male might be crushed in there.
That makes him whinny too, and with a few pushes in that grip, the draft stallion is also exploding. And the amount he feels his own body producing is terrifying!
It also goes one for quite a bit, just because of the volume involved. The mare's muscles act to pull draw it in as well.
It's surely an impressive experience. An Eeee equipped with that would kill him if used! He rides it out and at the end sort of collapses on top of her.
This elicits another grunt from the unnamed mare. "Not bad," she says. "For the first run."
"First run?" Alptraum has to ask in utter shock. How can that be the first but not final? Egad! He's not a machine.
"Have you ever plowed a field?" the mare asks.
"No?" Alptraum has to admit. Because it's true.
"Well, time you did then," she says, and pats Alptraum's butt. "Gotta get up first."
It's a bit of a struggle to get up. Mostly because it takes a bit to get things out. It's like a magicians trick, it never seems to end. Eventually, he does manage to get up.
The mare gets up and stretches, then starts out of the barn, gesturing for Alptraum to follow.
Alptraum follows, though probably looking ridiculous given how much is, well, sticking out.
The mare leads the way along the edge of the cornfield, until she gets to a bare area. There is indeed a pull-plow, with another mare leaning against it. She's wearing a wide hat, but she's obviously dosing. Possibly the mare's adult(?) daughter, though her father clearly wasn't a draft Rhian like her mother. She stirs and lifts the edge of her hat to look at the pair. She whistles. Which is quite the trick for a Rhian, their mouths make it difficult.
Alptraum can't really cover himself up, either, there's just, well, too much. The whistle also makes him blink. How does that even work with those fat teeth and lips? He can't even figure out how to make a mouth gesture like that! "Uh, hi," he says, lamely.
Raising her head up more, it's clear the younger mare has a long blade of grass in her mouth. Maybe that's the key. Her face is mostly white, like her mother, but also has splotches of black, including a patch around her left eye. "Howdy," she notes.
"Stop chattin', Zelda," the big mare says as she gets in position ahead of the plow and puts on the heavy looking draft collar connected to it. She then waves for Alptraum to get behind her.
Alptraum thought she would want him to wear the collar! Now it's just gotten weird. He lumbers over and behind the mare, though he's not sure what she expects him to do.
It becomes a bit clearer when she bends over, spreads her legs a bit and raises her tail. "I'll pull, but you gotta push," she explains.
"Erm," Alptraum says as he's presented with two options that way. "Which, ah, passage?" he tries to ask politely.
"The main one, please," the brood mare notes. "Will need the lubrication."
Alptraum is glad she said that! Whew. It takes him a moment to line things up, and it's awkward knowing the daughter is watching, but he does line up that tree of a part, and pushes it all the way into the mare until he's pressed to her back. Is this really going to work?
"Yah!" Zelda calls out from behind the plow, and smacks Alptraum on the rump with a switch. "Let's git goin'!"
That makes Alptraum whinny! Okay, this went to even weirder. And seems like something Inala would do. So, he starts pushing ... with his hips and legs.
The mare pushes back, so Alptraum has to push harder! But they start moving forward, step by step, pulling the plow (slowly) behind them.
It's hard to go fast like this! But it does oddly feel good. He also kinda wants a collar now too like she has. Why? Because ... who knows? Weird feeling! Still, it's slow pushing, with a lot of whinnying and intense sensations.
"You can go faster," Zelda coaches from behind. "Just don't fall over."
Falling over and bending things would hurt! Imagine if this one ended up like Dar's did. But, still, he tries to to go faster, harder. And not think about Dar's bit, ouch.
The mare doesn't fall over, as she has good balance. They do make faster progress, in more ways than one: her grunts are a bit more whickery, and Alptraum is a lot closer to bursting. He can probably grab onto that collar to help get himself in even deeper, too.
Alptraum does indeed grab the collar then and goes for deeper. And also has other lewd thoughts about going deeper in other ways, but not right now! Lubrication is key for that.
It helps to greater greater impact force, and thus speed. It also triggers a shudder in the mare, but she doesn't stop pulling. There's not enough fluids flowing to soften up the soil for the furrowing, but there is still quite a bit.
Alptraum is now imagining being the mare while someone did this to her. And that encourages him to go harder! Fantasies are powerful drive, indeed. And that shudder and his increased movements soon means his own fluids are added to the mix (and the soil). Best not to think about how land is fertilized, though or you may never eat again.
No time to catch his breath, as Zelda keeps whipping him with her switch. "I coulda had this whole row done already," she claims. "Keep pushin'!"
Alptraum tries to thwack her with his tail! Still, he goes back to his pushing, grunting, and whinnying. At least his blessing/curse keeps him hard? Most males would be limp by now.
If anything, the longer he goes the harder he feels. He could probably plow the field without a plow, though it wouldn't feel as good as this method. At least knowing he's not going to burst any time soon makes it easier to push harder!
So harder he pushes, along with grunting. The pair probably sound like dumb animals, which honestly isn't too far from the truth right now. There are more shudders, and peaks, and drippy mess. It goes along with more rows finally being cut, at least?
Finally, the mare calls a halt. "Shoulders're getting sore," she says. "Time to clean up a bit, then eat 'fore going back at it."
Still more? Egad. He just sort of grunts and pulls himself back out. It's a long pull. Is it getting longer, or his imagination? It does eventually pop out and the mare oozes out, a lot. Ugh, messy!
Along with the sweat, it's probably why the boss mare suggested getting cleaned up. She gets out of the harness, and gestures for Alptraum to follow again, back towards the buildings. Zelda follows along this time as well.
Alptraum follows along dumbly. "So ... is this normal for the both of you?" he finally asks. Do they usually have large stallions just show up?
"For ma, sure," Zelda says, and grabs Alptraum's muscular butt with a laugh. The seem to be heading towards a large water tower.
That grab makes Alptraum jump! And when he lands id does kind of shake the ground. His horizontal issue also bounces a bit ridiculously.
"Behave, Zelda," the mare up front says, not even having to look behind to know she did something. "This is our guest."
Alptraum feels more like a sex toy than a guest, but ... there are worse things to be, he supposes. He does glare a bit at Zelda, though.
The younger mare sticks her tongue out at him playfully.
Alptraum waggles his butt at her. "I'd destroy you," he mouths, too.
Alptraum is lead directly under the tower. There is a dangling rope connected to some sort of nozzle. There's also a big lump of soap hanging from a loop of rope, which the mare picks up. "No, don't look up, you'll get water up your nose," she warns, and pulls on the hanging rope to start a torrent of cool water that pours over them both.
Alptraum almost looked up! Good thing he was warned. Of course now he's very wet, and kind of cold! And STILL hard. Bloody unnatural, that. He shakes himself out a bit!
"Ack!" Zelda cries out. She was apparently in the spray range from the shake. "Got any places you need extra attention?" the mare asks, holding up the soap-on-a-rope.
Alptraum arches his brow. "Yes," he says, flatly, then looks down. It's been busy, after all!
The mare laughs, and loops the rope over Alptraum's convenient pole. "Zelda!" she cries out. "Come wash him up while I get supper started!"
"What, I can't wash myself?" Alptraum asks as his eyes drift to the younger mare. He does reach for the soap, too.
"All the way 'round?" the mare asks, as she pulls a blanket off of a clothesline and wraps it around herself. Zelda grumbles something as she fills a bucket from a pump, then grabs a towel to drap over her shoulder.
"Uh, usually?" Alptraum replies, then just shrugs! Hey, having someone else wash you can usually be nice. Not always, but usually.
Zelda sets her bucket down, and pulls out a wet cloth to run over Alptraum's nethers. "Spread yer legs a bit," she requests.
Alptraum does so! It also helps with balance a bit. Having mass like that out like that does tend to throw off your center a little. "Sorry," he says, "It's stuck like that."
"Really?" Zelda asks as she starts to lather up the log. "So.. how many times can you.. uh.. pump stuff out?" she asks as she strokes along its length.
"I don't know," Alptraum admits, starting to sound distracted. Since Inala is involved, he suspects the answer is near to infinite. Said bit is twitching as it's rubbed.
"Whoa, it moved!" Zelda says, and so keeps up the soapy stroking. "Could you hold up my water bucket with it?" she asks.
"Maybe? Would probably hurt, though," Alptraum answers that. He's squirming around a bit, now. "Keep that up and you'll get sprayed."
Zelda moves to the side, and keeps it up. "I wanna see!" she claims. "Never seen a man this big before!"
Well, if she wants to see, fine! But, when it comes time the large stallion turns so that when he peaks, the ensuing flood might get on her anyway! Would serve her right for tormenting him.
"Why are you... AAGH!" Zelda cries out, as it does get on her. "My clothes! Does it come out?"
"Yes, it washes out," Alptraum answers, while .. it's still going. Even he's kind of shocked and horrified by the amount.
"It's like when we hook up the hose to the rain barrel!" Zelda comments, moving further out of the way as she gets out of her soiled clothes. Her right breast is completely black, while the left is completely white. Otherwise the piebald pattern seems random. "Is it just because you find me overwhelmingly sexy?" she asks, and actually puts her hands on her hips and cocks them to the side.
"No, it's for smacking my butt," Alptraum remarks. "Who was your father? Someone dark, I take it?"
"Buck Teagarden," Zelda claims, and gestures off towards the distance. "He makes cheese. Has a whole herd of Rug'rhats. Sometimes I help milk them."
"Ah, but your mother didn't marry him?" Alptraum asks. "Hopefully he doesn't make magic cheese. It's not for eating."
"Who ever heard of magic cheese!" the girl laughs, making things shake. "You'd need magic milk.. or magic.. uh.. the stuff that turns it into cheese! And why would my ma marry a dairy farmer?"
"Magic cheese is a thing. As for why, because she had a child with him? Why wouldn't she marry a dairy farmer?" Alptraum has to ask.
"Well.. he's already got a wife," Zelda points out, the reaches up to pull the rope to rinse them off.
"Then why did he sleep with your mother?" Alptraum asks, then is flooded under water. "Augh!" he calls out, and is shaking again!
"Because she's irresistible of course," Zelda says, and blows some water from her nose. "I mean, just look at how big she is! Plus he's married to one of her sisters, and he was trying for a son. But mom only ever has daughters."
"Well, not surprising," Alptraum says, "She's blessed by Inala, and Inala likes daughters." He shrugs a bit and shakes off some more water, then looks for a towel.
The one that Zelda brought is now wet on the ground, but there are blankets hanging on the clotheslines nearby. "Yeah, there's that too probably," Zelda concedes. "All of my sisters are cute."
"That's also why," Alptraum says as he goes over to get a blanket to dry off with. Dagh, eeven Alptraum asked Inala to make his female form cuter, and she did, Yodhinala in shape if not coloration.
"Hey, don't hog the blanket!" Zelda says, hurrying to keep up. "You gotta dry me off. It's only fair!"
Alptraum therefore drapes it over her like a tent, and starts rubbing all over!
This causes the girl to laugh maniacally and dance around under the rubbing.
And so it goes until she's mostly dried off. "We should go check on your mother," he says as he pulls the blanket off, then tosses it back over the line to dry again.
"Main house is this way," Zelda says, and trots off.
He heads that way. He can't run because he he still looks like a ridiculous walking-arrow sign.
The main house lives up to his name. It's huge, but mostly long. It looks barn-ish too. The smell of roasted food wafts from one of the windows too. Zelda throws up one of the large doors and saunters in, not at all troubled by being naked.
Alptraum is still a bit iffy about being naked like this. Which is odd because as a woman it usually doesn't bother him. Maybe it's because of the curse effects. Anyway, in he goes too. He's actually a bit surprised he's still here.
There's a long table with bench seats, and lots of girls sitting at it. There are platters of roasted corn and potatoes, bowls of salad (with hay) and also a large bowl of some sort of pasta, with tomato sauce and mushrooms. The mare hasn't bothered to dress yet either. Alptraum still doesn't know her name.. but then she hasn't asked for his yet either.
The eyes of all the girls are on him now. They can't be more than a year's age apart, in descending order, with Zelda probably being the eldest.
Well, this is awkward! Alptraum tries to ignore the stares and just goes to find a place to sit. Okay, now he's pretty sure Inala is just screwing with him.
Someone passes him a plate of pasta.. and some corn and potatoes and some kind of dark bread. "This is Lord Pump, girls," the mother mare introduces. "He's been sent by Inala."
"Welcome, Lord Pump," the girls all chorus together.
That name makes his ear twitch, but he doesn't argue it. It's ... easy to not to. Of course the chorus makes his twitch and he sinks down a bit. "Uh, hello," he says, lamely.
"Zelda, you say grace today," the mare says. Zelda rolls her eyes for a moment, then clasps her hands together and says, "Thank you Inala for the fertility of our land, and thank you Momma Titania for bringing us into this bountiful world."
Okay, now Alptraum really wants to know where he is. Momma Titania? For his part he just remains quiet, head slightly bowed, during that. "Inala, are you having a laugh with me?" he does wonder.
"Alright, everyone eat!" Titania says, and the Rhians start to stuff their faces. Zelda gets pasta sauce on her breasts, but then so does her mother.
Whereas Alptraum eats rather daintily. For two reasons, he is not familiar with this mouth, and two, he's not sure his stomach won't revolt!
It's certainly rumbling, but it seems like it's in hunger. Rhians eat a lot. But it would probably be rude not to eat what's been set before before him. It's actually very tasty. Especially the corn. It must be a very popular crop.. wherever this is. Probably Zahrinee if it's close to Babel.
Still, he does eat slowly and neatly, mostly to avoid embarrassment of messing up as he's not used to eating like this. So far, stomach seems to be fine, at least. Projected bodies must not take on inflictions of the host. Well, not all of them anyway.
It also distracts somewhat from his urges. Especially with Titania right across from him.. and Zelda brushing his backside with her tail.
Alptraum just stares at the table instead. Maybe after all this Inala will release him from this ridiculous curse, then Gorphat will follow suit with her 'gift'. Food is the focus for now.
Once the feast if finished, Titania points to three of the girls, including Zelda. "It's time for you girls to become women," she declares. "Take Lord Pump with you to the stable."
"Say what now?" Alptraum asks, looking up, wide-eyed.
"You don't have too get them pregnant," Titania explains. "Just have sex with them. They're starting to get too old to stay on the farm."
"I can;'t really control that. If they bed with me, they will likely get pregnant," Alptraum points out, still wide-eyed. "Also, why is it necessary for them to leave the farm ... ?"
"I've only got space for ten children at a time," Titania explains. "And soon there will be a new one. Well, not soon soon but within a year."
"We just need to eat some sylphium," Zelda says. "We grow that here one the farm too. It's one our most popular crops."
"No, I mean why sleeping with me is required for them to leave?" Alptraum asks.
"Oh, it's not but why waste the opportunity?" Titania asks. "Unless you prefer to go a few more rounds with me?" she asks, leaning forward across the table.
"Your daughters are fine!" Alptraum squeaks, and gets up! And almost lifts the entire table with his bit.
The other two girls come by to get a closer look. "Are they all like that?" the one that seems a year younger.. but is clearly bigger.. than Zelda.
"No, we're not all like this. I'm an outlier," Alptraum claims.
"So are they usually bigger then?" the other girl asks. Zelda is the smallest of the trio. "I'm Melon," the biggest one introduces herself. "And this is Pom," she says of the other large one. Both of them resemble their mother more than Zelda.
"They're usually smaller," Alptraum claims. "Nice to meet both of you." Now he's wondering who their father was.
"You smell nice," Pom says. "Did you already do Zelda though, since she's naked already?"
"No, I have not. I do not force myself on people," Alptraum says. He doesn't really know what he smells like, you usually can't smell yourself after all.
"Force? Zelda? She has a leather flail," Melon says, and takes Alptraum's hand to lead him deeper into the house.
"Hey, stop going through my stuff!" Zelda complains to Melon.
Alptraum just follows along, looking a bit bewildered by this. Also, a leather flail sounds scary! But given how she whipped his butt, he isn't surprised at all. "You'll have to draw straws who goes first. And those that really don't want to get pregnant, well, there are other ways to do things to avoid that, but ... it can be painful."
"We can deal with pregnancy," Pom claims. "If the sylphium fails for some reason. We're big girls." She probably means age-wise, but they are big girls. "And Zelda will go first, as she is the oldest."
"What? Well.. I'll try not to wear him out," Zelda says. "It can be messy too."
The room they bring Alptraum too is fairly large, with a hay-covered floor and a big, somewhat lumpy looking bed. The walls, however, are decorated with flowers. And the Flower is painted on them as well.. and even on the ceiling over the bed!
Alptraum blinks. "The sylphium?" Alptraum asks, blinking. He also looks at Zelda, then takes her over to the bed with the flower over it. "There are times I wish I was your daughter, Inala," Alptraum thinks as he goes, then shakes his head. It's true, though, there are times! And he usually realizes the horror of those thoughts later.
Of course, he's been Willow plenty of times, and some of those times were with Mr. Straw. Who knows, he could be Pom and Melon's father! "It's the plant that is the best birth control in this hemisphere," Pom explains. "It was nearly extinct, but Momma Titania brought it back and is growing it!" She plucks something from one of the bunches of flowers on the wall. It's a flower as well, but looks a bit like a heart, or a bit like a female butt. Pom pops it into her mouth and chews. "Hey, don't I get one?" Zelda asks.
"That's up to Lord Pump," Pom says, while Melon gets her own flower.
Alptraum looks at Zelda. "Do you want one?" he asks of her. "I'm not doing to tell you no if you do."
"Well.. sure, because I don't want to give birth to a huge baby," Zelda decides.
"Are you calling me fat?" Alptraum has to ask, and gestures towards the plant, then.
Melon passes him one of the heart-shaped buds.
Alptraum offers it to Zelda. "I'm hurt, really," he say, with a long face.
The mare eats the flower, and says, "I'd be the one hurting in the end, I think. Ah.. this flower is making me feel.." She starts to squirm a bit.
"Less interested? Oh good, I can go..." Alptraum says as he heads for the exit...
"Oh yeah, it'll make go into heat too," Melon notes.
Pom blocks the door. "We can't have our turns until Zelda has hers! You've been spending time with her, so surely there's something you want to do to her! Spank her at least.."
"What I would want to do I can't do," Alptraum claims, but turns around anyway and marches back to Zelda. He takes her, turns her around, and pushes her down on the bed. Then he swats her butt, telling her, "Lift yer butt!"
The mare whinnies, and raises her rump. She doesn't flick her tail to the side though yet.
"Are you going to be difficult?" Alptraum asks as he grabs the base of that tail and tries to move it out of the way...
The girl eeks as her tail is grabbed, and says, "No, I promise! I'm a good girl!"
"She is a baaaad girl," Pom claims.
"And that's why you were whipping my butt?" Alptraum has to ask, then swats her butt for good measure.
Big as it is, it doesn't jiggle much from the swat. This girl is mostly muscle. "No, I was doin' that for fun!" Zelda claims. Which.. is probably bad behavior anyway?
Alptraum swats it again, and then lines up with Inala's gate. Her punishment is she gets no warning, and he pushes in and keeps going, trying to stuff it all in.
Oh the sound she makes! Oh how tight she is, despite being 'warmed up' by the weird plant. She bites down on the blanket. If only she was wearing that big harness, Alptraum would have better handholds.
Shoulders work, so he uses those! And he's not gentile about it, using the same sharp motions like she used with that bloody whip!
She doesn't grunt so much as go 'unfh!' a lot, keeping her mouth closed. She does push back, which just acts to keep Alptraum inside of her longer. Rhians sure can stretch a lot down there!
If she's pushing back, she's enjoying it, or he assumes at least. He's careful to not push so hard as to not smack her head on the wall at least. He's also not slow, trying to see if he can make her peak before he does. (And since there are two others waiting)
It's weird how she can make her skin move, but it's not the same as trembling. This is probably her first time too! Maybe for all of them, given the way Titania was talking. Given how tight things are, the girl might already have peaked and there'd be no way to tell!
He's listening for sounds, though he's then not holding back any more so he's just going and making her shake until he finally hits one last time, hard, and then he's shuddering, and she may feel like a water balloon.
Zelda stops biting down on the blank to let out a loud whinny as she shudders hard with Alptraum. He got his sound out of her that time!
"Mwahaha!" Alptraum declares. Sort of. It's some sort of victory, anyway. Then he smacks both sides of her butt at the same time with his hands.
That just squeezes himself more inside of her! It does make her yelp in surprise though.
ALptraum stays there for a bit until she unclenches, then tries to, well, extract himself.
This takes an effort. He has to push with hands as well in order to pull out, and there is of course a mess that comes with it. "Zelda, you shouldn't be so sloppy," Pom teases.
"You'll be worse," Alptraum tells Pom. His ears flick too.
Pom and Melon have of course stripped by now. They really do take after their mother! "So, can you do us both at once, or one at a time?" Melon asks.
"Well, if you want to get pregnant, one at a time, have fun, er, both at the same time," Alptraum offers as he tries to figure out how to that work.
"Either way, I go first!" Melon says, and sort of pushes the barely-responsive Zelda off to the side. "I just need to decide on being on my back or or knees or on top! Maybe all three!"
Alptraum rolls his eyes. "Top first, then," he says, as it gives him a chance to rest!
Alptraum then crawls onto the bed and flops on his back. Boy, does that look ridiculous.
"Well, that's settles that I suppose!" Melon says, and climbs onto Alptraum. It takes some maneuvering, but she's not so tight as Zelda was and manages to slide all the way down. Then she just sits there for a bit with a happy look on her face.
And he's impressed it all fit and she could, er, sit. At some point he just starts bouncing his butt, so she, er, bounces too.
Parts of her bounce more than others, and she laughs. "Oh.. that's much better! Do more of that!" she says giddily (or giddy-uppily).
Alptraum uses hands to control the bounce of some of her assets, but doesn't do anything to stifle the other bouncing that goes on by him moving his hips. Even if he bounces her a foot, she's still quite, er, impaled.
Of course, the height of the bounce might be risking potential injury, if she suddenly shifts he weight the wrong way, so being hands on is probably a good idea. Pom whinnies and laughs as she goes though, her tail flailing about (good thing she's facing Alptraum). She's still tight enough to be pulling on the stallion though each time she rises, but has already reached the fastest she'd going to get. Alptraum has a strong pelvis at least!
Alptraum hopes he doesn't break something on himself. It's also quite the odd thing to watch, it looks more like she's on a carnival ride than doing something a bit, well, base. He also keeps the bouncing at least not too high. Either he'd hurt himself or she might hit her head on the ceiling.
After a the mare starts to sweat, she slows down and moves more deliberately. "Oh my.. so that what that feels like.." she pants. "Alright. Enough pumping the well, time to plow my fields big guy!"
"Well, that was dirty," Alptraum remarks dryly. Movements become slower, but more forceful and deliberate, rolling push-thrusts that pushes her both forward and a bit up.
This lands nearly snoot-to-snoot with him. They might have hit if not for her built-in bumpers. She braces herself with her hands on his shoulder though, just be safe!
Alptraum hooks his legs for more leverage, and he really thrusts hard; plowing the fields, indeed! It's definitely a different sensation to be that well, er, endowed and doing this. An Eeee wouldn't have enough blood to fill such a thing.
Of course, he's not the only one endowed. Now that she's raised herself free of his chest, his lower jaw and chin and getting pounded by breasts with each thrust. They don't move synchronously either, and soon one is going back while the other goes forward.
Alptraum tries to stop this by latching on to one of them to halt it's movement!
This stops the latched onto bit from moving at least, but the other one is still bopping into him. There's just too much that can still move even with the tip restrained. It does make Pom gasp though, she spares a hand to help stabilize that one.
Alptraum uses one of his hands to try and stop the other from bopping him. That's actually rather uncomfortable as it turns out. A lot of mass whacking your head kinda hurts.
His hand practically sinks in when trying to get a grip. It's like grabbing a suede pillow.
Doesn't prevent him from trying, though. IT allows him to be even more forceful when he's not getting battered.
This generates more whuffles and whinnies, along with a bit more sliding as things loosen up some. "W-wait!" Pom suddenly cries out.
Alptraum slows, then stops. He even lets go of what he was holding with both lip and hand. "What?" he asks.
Pom is panting. "My knees hurt, can I lie down?" she manages to ask.
"Uh, sure?" Alptraum replies a bit dumbly.
After a bit of contorting, Pom is on her back. She's able to use her hands put to push her breasts together this way, and does s a horsey-nod to Alptraum. "You can start up again now!" she invites.
Well, Alptraum lines himself back up, and shlorp! back in he goes and sort of towers over her. And soon he's back at it, trying to drive her down into the bed.
"Ohhhhhhh! So much better like this!" Pom claims, as her whole frame shakes. Her hooves clop as they impact each other behind Alptraum's back. "Call me a pretty pony!"
"You're a pretty pony?" Alptraum says a bit hesitantly. This is getting even more weird.
"And my eyes? What about my eyes?" Pom prompts. "And mane and tail and hooooooves!"
Okay, yes, it's getting even weirder. Has she been drinking? "Your eyes are like oversized emeralds, and your mane and tail the flowing field of grain, and those hooves, epic glistening boulders of power," he tries. Yeah, he's not very good at that.
"Ooooooo!" Pom responds as she shudders again, her skin moving in that weird way Rhians can make it slide around. "What about my boobs! And my b-butt!" Does she have some sort of middle-child complex?
"Er, they bounce like week old pudding?" Alptraum offers, lamely. It tries to make up for it by pounding harder.
"G-g-g-good enough!" Pom whinnies, and starts pushing back with her hips. She's got powerful thighs, so is meeting him pound for pound! Really working herself up into a gallop.
So it ends up becoming a bit of a competition as he tries to overpower her. A race? A battle? Just trying to overwhelm her so she doesn't ask for more compliments? Who knows?
A race it is! And it's a very close call as to who crosses the finish line first. It leaves Alptraum with dark spots in his vision though, until he's able to get enough deep breaths.
Never mind how much water he probably used up when this peak! It leaves them both lying in a bit of a puddle when things overflow. He's limp on top of her, wheezing.
"You weren't supposed to use him all up, Pom!" Melon complains. The larger mare stomps out of the bedroom, only to return with a small barrel that has a handle on it. "Drink this, Mr. Pump."
Alptraum stares at Melon. "You're all crazy," he finally says as he takes the barrel and starts to gulp it down.
It's beer. He used to think Vartan beer was strong, but this is strong beer. But there's a lot of it too, which is what he needs right now.
Will it make him pass out? Alptraum has never been a huge drinker, after all. But ... this body is also huge so ... who knows? He manages to chug it all down and ends up making an impressive burp.
It does leave him feeling a little buzzed, but also refreshed. And cooler, now that the sweat is evaporating. With the light behind her, Melon even looks like some sort of beer goddess. There must be a goddess of beer, right?
Alptraum can only think of one name at the moment, Barfhilda, which isn't terribly flattering. He breathes out, slowly and puts the huge 'mug' aside. He also checks himself. Is he still glowing?
Yes, and there's even a beer-induced halo around it too now.
Alptraum rubs his face. What is Inala doing to him? She must really be mad at him. "So ... you're next?" he asks Melon.
"I'm last," Melon corrects. "As in 'saving the best for'," she claims. She looks a bit intimidating, nearly as big as her mother and a lot more fit and firm than Pom. She even snorts, and it reminds him a bit of a dragon.
"Was your father a dragon?" Alptraum actually has to ask.
"I don't think so," Melon says. "He might have been a mountain god though."
"Uh, right," Alptraum says. "So, top or bottom?"
"Both of course!" Melon replies. "I want you to lift me up and.. hmm.." She points to the sturdiest looking wall. "Ah, there. Push me up against that wall!"
Alptraum gets up, and he's thankfully still bigger than her. He actually does manage to pick her up and takes her backwards until her back thumps against the wall. He lifts her up higher and higher until he can get his glowing part under and with the wall as support to angle, he lowers her back down until she's slowly impaled.
She's not so tight as the others, but is also pretty heavy. When her legs lock around him, he feels very secure in their grip. She does stroke her fingers through his mane as well, which feels nice. And she kisses well too, despite the big teeth.
Alptraum huhs, this means she must have been with others given she's not so tight. He doesn't move at first, he just enjoys the touch and actually kisses her back. Having huge lips makes that certainly feel a bit unique and different.
She starts to move first, slowly rocking her hips. Her breasts don't seem to be a s 'squishy' as Poms when they press into Alptraum's chest.
Alptraum starts to move soon after, sinking his movements to hers, slow rolling pushes, with things extra deep and encased, which feels lovely. So does her chest rubbing against his. Makes him miss having breasts, himself. Though ones that big would be problematic.
The glow down there becomes more noticeable.. and it's not just from him. Melon's glow is more orange. Maybe her father really is a god? He certainly feels like he wants to be closer with her.
Because she's a demi-god? He's not even sure he still is one in this form. Or even if any of this is real at all and not some bizarre hallucination. Not that it matters, it feels nice, so he pushes as close as he can, and with all of his specific part buried completely.
And she can take it all in, no problem! Melon kisses Alptraum's nose, and says, "We can go a little harder, I think. We just can't destroy the house. Might have to take it outside."
So, he goes a bit harder for now. He's mindful of the sound of the wall, as in if it makes any or starts moving. If that starts to happen, out they will go.
Things do being to creak a bit, and that's just from Alptraum's efforts alone, for the most part. Melon is being very deliberate in her movements, but they feel amazing all the same.
Once the creaking gets worrisome, he picks her up and while remaining inside he waddles her out of the room slowly, then out of the entire building.
A few curious faces look out of the doorway after they've passed, and Melon suggests, "The corn field. They can't spy through corn."
They'll see it moving, though! Still, it's a slow waddle that way, then as Alptraum continues carrying her. It's not that she's too heavy, it's more that it's just hard to walk when part of you is inside someone else. But, eventually they do make it into the field and he can lay her down there.
Some of the stalks can't help but be pressed down beneath her, and she stretches her arms out and digs her fingers into the soil. "Ahhhh, better! Air is fresher! Now give me all you've got!"
That makes Alptraum arch his brow. And so ... he does. He starts pounding her as much, or more, he did with Pom. It actually causes a dust cloud to poof up around them with each slamming thrust.
Melon digs her hooves into the ground, and then starts bucking her hips! Alptraum nearly loses his balance when that happens, as it lifts him up a bit! Not enough to break the connection though. The mare is taking in deep, chest-expanding breaths now.
That was a surprise! He's not small, and rather heavy. To bounce him, well, that takes a lot of strength. He has to gather his balance back and then he thrusts back as if it was a competition of who can go harder.
She's definitely drawing strength from the earth itself, so long as she's got her hands and hooves in it anyway. And it's definitely a buck-the-bronco sort of competition. Unless she can be distracted, maybe. Right now she seems very focused.
Okay, so maybe she's not wrong about who her father was. Can he even come close to matching that? Who knows. He's trying, though, but being careful to not break himself or any of his parts.
The one thing that he could grab onto to to avoid being bucked off is, ironically, Melon herself. Or to reverse positions, so that she's cut off from some of that power.
Well, he ultimately does both. He grabs hold of her to stabilize, then he rolls her over so she's on top! "Hah!" he challenges.
Melon adapts quickly though, and is soon pretending to be a pile driver. And with each impact, Alptraum feels the ground beneath him shake.
But at least she can't touch the ground as much, right? He's now worried if his hips are going to survive, though. So he's trying to push her up with equal force.
This becomes a bit more.. tectonic.. as it progresses. Soon, each impact results in an earth tremor and a geyser. With Alptraum being the geyser. Is may be that Melon is still drawing the earth energy right up through Alptraum, which means it has to pass through his boulders and volcano along the way.
Well, at least he's not mentally aware enough to fret over that situation when it happens. It's just sort of a staticy mind as each burst rolls through and he feels like he's exploding. The amounts he releases sure seems like it, too.
Eventually it all comes to a stop though. And some time after that, Alptraum begins to come to his senses. And one of those senses tells him he's now at the bottom of a sort of crater. And also that Melon is snuggling him pleasantly.
"Bluh," Alptraum manages out as he stares upward for a bit. Then he just closes his eyes and takes the moment to rest while being snuggled.
Not long after, he realizes that he's.. soft. But if anything was going to use up the Inala energy, it would certainly be a commingling of divine essences. And digging a crater. Who knows what the cornfield looks like beyond the rim now.
Alptraum is actually relieved he's soft! It's hard to walk to walk around like that all the time with something that big. After a bit of a rest, he does try to sit up and look at the state of the field.
There are only a few standing stalks at the rim of the crater. He'd have to climb out to get a better view of things. "Getting up already?" Melon asks.
"I ... guess not?" Alptraum says as he settles back down. Even still soft, good grief he's still large. It's kind of scary. He still images his Eeee form having such. Egad.
Flying would be nearly impossible with something like that waving around. Melon gives it a light squeeze, and it twitches. "Our obligations to the gods are complete," she says, and lays her head against Alptraum's shoulder. "So.. we could just enjoy one another for ourselves now."
Alptraum huffs softly. "Not sure I can do that for a while," he admits. But, he cuddles and pets on her for a bit.
Melon whickers, then pushes Alptraum backwards onto the ground again!
Alptraum thumps down with a grunt! "What?" he asks, almost panicking?
Melon leans over Alptraum.. and pushes a breast into his face! It jiggles because she's giggling.
Alptraum mmpgh! He's been boobed! He wants boobs! He'll have to satisfy himself by just sucking on it instead.
There's milk! Or cream, since it's pretty rich. This seems to surprise Melon, who suddenly moans.
It surprises him too! He wasn't expecting that, as it didn't happen with with the others. But for now he just settles in to nursing on her, and knowing just how nice it can feel.
More of her weight presses down as it all starts to get to Melon, and she finds a compromise by lying on her side where Alptraum has easy access. She's make soft, happy sounds still.
Alptraum keeps nursing on that breast for a bit, then switches off to the other one. He also takes the time to try and ken her .. through her boob. That probably feels rather disturbing.
The shock makes Melon kick out with her leg.. luckily just missing Alptraum! It's certainly a different way of spreading the shadow, and feels nice and warm as well for Alptraum. It just leaves Melon shuddering and heaving though. But at least the godly power isn't there now to block or mix things up: she's just a big draft mare now.
Is she no longer a demi-god then? A minor thought though as he's mapping out her body into his own memory. He doesn't know if he'll ever need need that form, but he doesn't mind adding to his 'collection'.
It might be a situation like Phlagea's, where the divine blessing is incompatible with pregnancy. In which case, Inala 'wins' the battle.
For a while, anyway. "What is your goal, Inala?" Alptraum wonders.
"To remind the gods what it is to be mortal," Inala whispers into Alptraum's ear.. and then he's going rigid again, but not glowing. Surely a side-effect of the kenning, and not Inala's voice.
"And you're not punishing me?" Alptraum wonders, then squeaks when he discovers he's getting hard again. But at least he's not glowing? Is the tattoo also gone?
Without the glow it's hard to tell without looking in the light. But it does look like it's still there.. along with Gorphat's larva tattoo as well, just overlaid on it.
"Of course now, when have I ever punished you?" Inala's voice asks, sounding so convincing.
Okay, that has to look disturbing. He shakes his head a bit. "Plenty of times, in your battle with your sister," Alptraum thinks, while he moves her around and soon he's pushing right back into her.
This makes Melon gasp again, and clench down! "Battle? I love my Sisters," Inala claims.
"Even Gorphat? Between the two of you being either male or female is a struggle!" Alptraum thinks as he starts to push even as she clenches.
"But you love serving us both, in any form, don't you?" Inala asks warmly. Melon has her legs around Alptraum and is aiding him with her own hips now.
"Of course. You know I love being a woman now too," Alptraum thinks as he slowly takes the mare this time. No attempts to hammer her through the soil.
Melon wraps her arms around Alptraum and kisses him. She doesn't seem to be in any great rush either.
"Then it is not punishment," Inala claims. It certainly doesn't feel like punishment right now at least.
"I asked you to make my female form more like one of your Daughters, after all. You made me beautiful and rather, ah, hormonally driven," Alptraum things as he now goes slow and sensual instead, taking time to enjoy and feel every sensation.
"And after this I will give the reward you crave," Inala promises. Melon is pressing as much of herself as she can against Alptraum now, nuzzling cheek-to-cheek. It's almost like they're slow-dancing. Just horizontally.
"Erm what reward is that?/" Alptraum asks, now nervous. That is NOT something you want to hear from a goddess! And he's nuzzling back now too, slow, steady, and yet intense.
Inala doesn't answer. Or course she wouldn't. And Melon is demanding more of his attention anyway. After all this is the first really lovemaking he's done since getting the tattoo. Everything was just mating. But at least he didn't have to deal with anything truly awkward. He could have ended up with Sister Toadstool or someone else he knows.
That's true, that would have been much worse. MUCH. But for now he tries to quit worrying and just enjoys slowly taking the mare as things build towards a natural peak
Melon actually slows things down to prolong the intimacy, but eventually succumbs to climbing towards her plateau. She starts to 'shiver' again as she gets close, without even galloping.
Alptraum adjusts his movements, and moaning softly, as things get closer. When Melon finally peaks, he's not far after her. The release isn't as much, but it's still intense, welcome, and making him shiver and gasp.
This leaves him cooling off atop the mare, still at the bottom of a crater. But it feels a lot more comfortable to actually feel his arousal fading.
Alptraum breathes out and relaxes in that embrace, as his arousal does slowly fade while still within her. It feels odd, and lovely, and so very relaxing to not be so aroused.
Also tiring. How has he not fallen over from exhaustion? Well, actually he is falling asleep from exhaustion now. Maybe it's the comfy pillows? Consciousness finally fades...
Alptraum begins to wake in a somewhat familiar place. There is a single candle for light, and the walls and floor are made of cut stones. The smell of straw and Rhian is heavy. Alptraum's body feels heavy too, but not quite so heavy it just did.. and the weight is distributed differently.
This makes him blink and slowly sit up to see more of where he is, and, well, what he is. Where did he end up now?
There's a large sleeping form sharing a straw mattress with Alptraum, turned away. In the dim light of the candle it's clearly a draft Rhian. One Alptraum knows! Mr. Straw.
Alptraum blinks. Well, that explains the smell and the straw anyway. Which means ... his attention goes to his current body. Or is it her? Weight distrubution being different is a bit of an indication. But ... which one?
Alptraum.. or Melontraum.. is a very busty draft Rhian herself. The one that was just kenned! The wish for big breasts was granted, certainly. Mr. Straw snorts and rolls onto his back. He looks even bigger from this perspective.
Alptraum shakes her head. Time as a mare? That's not a bad thing at all. Though does it mean she's back to having the arousal curse female forms have? Especially given that she's staring at the horse and his, er, flag.
While she feels aroused at the sight, it's more that it's something she wanted than some magically induced state. She needs to get a bit more aroused from where she's at now if she's going to be able to handle Mr. Straw's third leg. Willow had the blessing when she managed it.
Well, the new mare is up to the challenge. She moves herself over, then starts to lick, kiss, and lip at Mr. Straw's flag, while also inhaling through her nose to take in his scent to encourage her, er, arousal.
The flag starts to wake up before the rest of Mr. Straw, but soon he snorts and sits up with a yawn. "Huh?" he goes, confused at the situation he finds himself in.
"Hush, and relax," is all the mare says before she goes right back to licking and lipping on Straw's flag. If she thought she smelled horse before, she sure does now.
Straw's lets twitch a bit, and actually brushes the hair out of his eyes to get a better look at the strange, voluptuous mare. "Am I dreamin'?" he asks.
"Maybe? I don't think so, though. I'm no dream. Nightmare, maybe," the mare jokes in-between long draws of her tongue as she encourages him to be excited, and using the scent to try and encourage her body to work itself up.
She's already pretty worked up to begin with, thanks to Inala. Mr. Straw is quick to arouse as well, and is now stroking the top of Alptraum's head with one hand. "Hokay," the big horse says agreeably.
The mare can tell, too, when things down there start to twitch/wink as they tend to do on female horses. Still, she has to be sure her body is ready to even attempt it, so she's slow with her licking, and at one point tries to actually swallow his spire. Completely.
Now, Rhians have long faces and large mouths, but it's still a bit jaw-aching, and she can only get so far before her teeth become a danger. And it doesn't help that Straw twitches the thing either. The stallion is starting to snort, too.
Still, the mare keeps that up for a little bit at least, testing her limits and how far she can push things. But eventually, she pulls her head off and shakes it a bit. Seemingly deciding to see if she's ready now, she crawls up on him, and straddles, then slowly sits down to try to impale herself through Inala's gate.
Once things get past the gate, it's a little smoother. Inala's blessing may be in effect, but there's still a good bit of stretching and displacement before she reaches the bottom.. well, until things are blocked by her cervix anyway. She's left 'hovering' a few inches because of that.
Alptraum grunts, of course, and shudders. Then she bounces a bit more to see if she can push that last few inches anyway, even if it means stretching her cervix open. She's got an odd determination to take all of him.
The bouncing hurts a bit until things open up, then it's almost a shock when she filly impacts Straw's lap. The stallion grunts then as well, and grabs Alptraum's shoulders in his giant hands.
Alptraum makes a rather loud whinny when she suddenly sinks that last few inches and there's a burst of pain that throbs a moment before settling. She looks a bit dazed from that and sits there stupidly for a bit before she starts to move herself back up using her legs, before sinking down. Short movements so she doesn't pull him out of where she just got him, for fears of things, et, closing again.
Mr. Straw moves his hands down Alptraum's body, resting them on her hips during her short movements. The big horse then licks over her face, before asking, "Y' alright?"
"Think so," she manages out and shudders. It's definitely not entirely comfortable, but it feels more good than uncomfortable, so she just ... keeps on moving. Hopefully that ache will ease. She's certainly slick enough that even stretched, things glide easily.
Straw begins tipping the mare backwards, leaning over her as he does and holding onto her midsection to make she sure she doesn't suddenly fall. "Good," he says.
Alptraum leans back. Easy to do since he's got a strong grip of her. So back, back, she goes. Moaning too as she feels ridiculously full.
Once the mare is fully on her back, Straw shifts his legs around so that he's on his knees, albeit a very spread apart knees. He looks a lot bigger from this vantage. He shifts his grip to Alptraum's legs, and then draws out a bit before sliding back in with some force. Over and over again.
Was this what the previous mares went through? Well now! She's quickly moaning and groaning as Inala's gate is stormed over and over., along with her inner gate as well at the end of those thrusts with a hard pop. This encourages a lot of muscular clenching along the rather long channel around him.
Eventually, Straw leans forward. This lets him move his hips more, while putting him into more contact with Alptraum. It's a good thing his weight anchors them both, or the mare might be getting pushed towards the wall as he speeds up. Except when he pauses just to push in deeper, causing Alptraum's hips to buckle upwards from the push.
Alptraum couldn't survive this as a bat! But she's not worried about that now at all. It's hard to think about much; it feels lovely and very filling! Those hard pushes, well, that makes her whinny out and shudder! Also clench tight!
The clenching has almost no effect on Mr. Straw, beyond adding a slight bit of resistance. There just isn't much give to his girth. Once he gets galloping though, the mare feels like she's popping with each impact. The shudder she feels may be an actual impact shudder as well!
Alptraum's eyes have practically rolled back. Waves of pleasure come with his rapid movement and impacts. She's trying to roll herself back, though it's hard to focus on much! "You've really ... taught me, Inala," she thinks, briefly.
Soon she feels the big horse pumping and flooding her womb as he whinnies, albeit in a much deeper tone than the mare does. It's practically a rumble! It also takes nearly a minute.
Alptraum arches and whinnies again. When the flood begins, her body clenches down. She's shivering all through that full minute, the warmth flowing and intense. "Good boy," she groans.
Straw grunts, and starts lipping at the mare's throat, while his hands start to squeeze and knead at her breasts, which causes her milk to start flowing. Once the stallion's lips get there, his broad tongue allows for some pretty intense suction.
Alptraum gasps, back arching slightly, eyes rolling. That just adds to the sensation. She lays there, twitching and moaning. Filled on one end, drained on the other.
And the stallion does drain her. It takes awhile, and leaves her nipples extra-sensitive (which leads to more shuddering when he just starts licking them). Of course, the blessing is in the milk, so he's soon ready to go again, but starts slower this time, just rolling his hips as gently as someone as big as Mr. Straw can.
And fortunately her blessing means she can take another round without pain from it. She's already sensitive and that movement makes her shudder again and she's trying to roll back against him in time.
Even at the slower pace, things feel intense for the mare. The waves are slower, but much larger is all. And Straw doesn't seem in any great hurry, lying full on against her and nuzzling at her cheeks.
It's hard to even think. Every wave tends to disrupt any thoughts and leave her moaning like a dumb beast. Inala's way of breaking people, perhaps. Certainly an addicting approach. She feels every inch of Mr. Straw, and even the slightest movements make her arch.
It goes on for much longer than the first round, mainly because Straw just keeps to the slower pace. Even at the end, he just thrusts deeper and harder a few times before bursting again, letting out a groaning whinny. Do Alptraum's partners have their own special blessing sensations during these encounters, or they just particularly virile from the milk?
Alptraum will likely never really know that. And does it matter much to her? Well, not at the moment, those waves of pleasure and rush keep her from dwelling too much on, well, things.
When the sensations begin to fade, Alptraum finds herself stuck under a heavy stallion, who seems to have fallen asleep (or otherwise lost consciousness).
Alptraum tries to roll him off. Or at least roll over, grunting.
It takes a bit of rocking back and forth until she gets both of them onto their sides. This causes Mr. Straw to snore for a moment, but they're still a bit tangled together.
It's now a struggling bit to try and untangle herself from him. At least he;s softened some so she can work herself off of him there too. It's a bit messy, though.
More like a cork being pulled from an inverted bottle of wine. But there is a bath here for cleaning up at least. She just has to be careful not to step into anything sticking. She's already got straw sticking her!
Bath time it is. Ugh. She feels messy and a bit stinky at this point, as well as sweaty. So .. of she goes to try and quietly find the bath.
The lounge area is empty, and she recalls the bath to be somewhere to the left from Mr. Straw's room, up at the end of the chamber.
So ... left she goes. Slowly. Trying to be quiet as she goes. She doesn't want to disturb anyone.
It's not easy with giant hooves, but she gets quieter as she goes due to shrinking down a bit. Just to the size of a regular Rhian mare though. This at least makes it easier to get through the door into the somewhat small chamber. There's the water heater, a wash-bucket, stool and a wooden bathtub. Not scrub-brush though. Maybe bathers are expected to bring their own.
Well, rinsing off is better than nothing, at least. She tries to start up the heater and warm up some water to fill the tub. "I suppose I could leave this place, somehow," Alptraum mutters to herself. But ... how?
The odd heater hisses and gurgles and steams until a little chime announces that the water is ready.
In the water tub it goes, and she checks the temperature. If it's warm, but not too hot, in she'll go. "A good bath helps with all sorts of aches and issues," Alptraum mutters to herself as she fills a bucket to pour on herself.
The water is a bit hot, but does wash off the clingy bits of straw at least. Then the door opens behind her, and a voice says, "Oh.. I didn't think the bath would be occupied at this hour."
Alptraum looks behind her towards the door. "Oh, sorry, I'll try to be fast," she says, quickly. "Sorry for the bother!"
"Baths shouldn't be too fast," Mr. Sackcloth says, a towel over his shoulder and nothing else. "Still, I can help a bit. Hand me the soap and I'll do your back."
"Just behave yourself if you do," Alptraum says and offers the soap towards him, though keeping her back mostly to him.
Sackcloth doesn't promise anything, but does soap up her back. Rhian's do not have soft fingers, so it feels very firm. But this isn't bad, especially when he uses his thumbs to massage the small of Alptraum's back, just above her tail.
Muscles back there do ache a bit, so that makes her sigh out softly and relax some. The stiff fingers are also good for cleaning, and working that stiffish pelt. She sighs out, "Thank you." "I can wash yours after."
"Do you feel stiff anywhere else?" Sackcloth asks, while checking her neck and shoulders.
"Mostly my back," Alptraum claims, to try to keep him from getting too handsy.
All the same, Sackcloth does squat down to check Alptraum's legs, lathering up the pelt where it's most sticky on her inner thighs.
"Ugh, sorry. I know it's gross there," Alptraum apologizes as she shifts about some.
"That's what soap is for," Sackcloth notes, leaving the lather in place. He checks Alptraum's withers and hips next, focusing on the joints. He probably suspects some soreness there.
"Those aren't too bad," Alptraum claims, shifting about to keep him from prodding or getting too close to certain areas.
"Could you swivel them for me?" the stallion asks while feeling the joints.
So, she lifts her legs and swivels them around some to demonstrate.
Seemingly satisfied, Sackcloth starts to lather up her sides, and reaches around to do her belly as well.
Which just makes her suck in her stomach some. "Remember," she reminds, "Behave yourself!"
"No need to suck in your tummy," Sackcloth notes. "Raise up your arms over your head, please. You aren't ticklish are you?" he says next.
"A little, yes," Alptraum answers and does lift her arms up over her head some, stretching in the process.
"I'll be careful then," Sackcloth promises, reaching around again to lather up the mare's chest and breasts. He brushes the nipples, causing them to stiffen and start to leak. He's not massaging anything, just soaping things up.
And that makes her grunt a bit, then sigh! "Great, you made me leak," she complains at that, and swats him with her tail!
"Hmm?" the Rhian goes, and then turns Alptraum around to check. He blows the suds away from her nipples to confirm things. "Oh, I can probably fix that," he claims, and starts lapping up the milk and maybe some suds, but he doesn't seem to care at the moment.
Alptraum knows that is likely going to cause other problems! She looks upward, and sighs out in frustration. Fixing that will give him a problem, probably!
At least things are getting flushed clean down below now. And the licking does lead to suckling, which leads to the expected reaction. At least Alptraum is the proper size now and some some skinny thing like Willow.
Knowing where this is leading, she just sighs out! She also reaches down to take his problem, and with some arching upward and shifting, guiding that problem into Inala's gate with a squelch.
The soap makes things a little tricky. Sackcloth has her up off her hooves, and arched back so he can keep suckling while trying to hold onto her. That doesn't stop him from thrusting though, and hopefully not losing his grip on her.
Alptraum hooks her legs around him for more balance and she lets him control the thrusting, while she just clenches internally in time with his movements.
Things are very slick. Alptraum soon feels her back against the wall as Slackcloth seeks more support, but at least he's released her nipple to kiss her on the mouth now. He seems completely lost in passion at this point. And there's a lot of lather building up between them as a consequence.
Passion is definitely a side effect of being nursed on, alas. Still, it feels nice what he's doing (and the blessing helping on that front too)! She kisses back, large lips and tongue make for an interesting feel.
The bouncing and thrusting leads to a somewhat early fountain, but that doesn't slow down Sackcloth. "I want you facing the wall," he gruffs into Alptraum's ear.
"You're welcome to use either passage," comes the reply to that suggestion. She pulls herself off of him, then turns to face the wall and hikes up her tail out of the way as she bends a little to angle her hips a bit.
Of course, this is Inala's show, so it's pretty clear which one Sackcloth takes. He's got one hand squeezing her breast, and the other bracing against the wall before he starts thrusting. There's more 'cushion' now so he goes harder too. Imagine what Straw would have been like in this position.
Her head would have been through the wall, that's what! She braces herself using her arms, and pushes back when he pushes forward. There's a lot of grunting and whinnying to go along with it.
And also some biting, but it's pretty gentle and mostly on the back of Alptraum's neck. It's amazing just how fast Sackcloth can move his hips, causing the mare to endure another prolonged state of release until the stallion finally finishes as well.
She has really developed a liking for, er, well endowed males and having one inside her. She's moaning throughout the time, and ending with a strained whinny when the release of hers comes, and she also soon feels the bloom of heat within her again.
Sackcloth is panting. "Ah.. bath.." he gasps. It's not as eloquent as his usual speech though.
"I was clean," Alptraum points out. "And I told you to behave."
"Didn't I behave though?" Sackcloth asks. "I behaved like a stallion. There was something.. irresistible about you," he claims. "Do you get that a lot?"
"Often," Alptraum admits. "It's a good thing I am barren."
"That's a shame," Sackcloth says, pulling out and starting to fill the tub. "You'd have beautiful children."
Alptraum shrugs. "But it makes these sorts of moments easier to do," she counters. "Benefits along with losses, I suppose." She grunts when he's finally out and heads right back, and into, the tub.
Sackcloth gets in with her, those it's a bit cramped, and starts to massage her breasts some more. "So are you a professional?" he asks.
"A professional what?" Alptraum has to ask as she counters by running his chest with soap.
"Well... someone our caretaker would hire to improve morale," Sackcloth clarifies.
"You mean a whore?" Alptraum teases. "No, no I'm not that," she claims, which may or may not be true.
"Ah, so then.. why are you here?" Sackcloth asks. He doesn't sound disappointed though.
"Accident," Alptraum claims. "Needed a place to clean up, saw it was an inn. Didn't know it was so full."
"An accident?" Sackcloth asks. "You don't have any clothes that I've seen. Are you a performer of some sort?"
"Something like that. Why?" Alptraum waffles. He can't exactly say Inala dumped her in here!
"Well, we're a bit starved for entertainment in here," Sackcloth admits. "You can stay in my room if you like, though," he offers, before dipping his head down to suckle some more.
"I can't really stay," Alptraum claims, "I should get going before I cause any further issues here."
"I appreciate the issues you've given me, then," Sackcloth says, grinning at his own double entendre. "You're always welcome to drop in."
She laughs. "I imagine I would be. But, are there all Rhians here? If there are smaller folk not sure I'd be helpful for them!" she points out.
"There are two.. plus an Aeonian," Sackcloth says. "If you're interested in something exotic. Although I don't know if he'd actually react to a Rhian. We've got a Vartan too."
"All the right size, at least. Never knew an Aeonian would be amorous at all, though," Alptraum points out.
"Well, he has a thing for this Aeonian woman that.. sometimes visits," Sackcloth explains. "She's a lot of fun."
"Really? I didn't know they even thought about such things, women included. I've never even seen a woman," Alptraum claims in mock surprise.
"You've seen a male Aeonian then?" Sackcloth asks.
"Once or twice," Alptraum claims. "They're kinda small."
"Wow, you must be from.. uh.. someplace where unicorns gather.. I guess," Sackcloth fumbles.
"Not really? I travel is all," Alptraum claims.
"A traveling performer?" Sackcloth asks. "A musician maybe, or a dancer?"
"Musician," Alptraum claims, which is sorta true. Though Revy would probably gladly learn to be an exotic dancer given the chance.
"What instrument do you play?" Sackcloth asks, leaning back in the tub... to expose his instrument. Probably a coincidence though.
"Several, from harp to recorder and the like," Alptraum claims as she lowers herself in the tub. And in spite of herself, she starts trying to play his instrument.
"Yes.. ah.. you do have good finger technique.." Sackcloth notes, somewhat distractedly. "And you perform naked?"
"Not always," Alptraum claims while she can still talk. Apparently, she has a sword swallowing act too.
The stallion runs his fingers through Alptraum's mane.. possibly soaping it up, or possibly massaging her scalp. He starts to make not-quiet-flute noises.
So it becomes a bit of an experiment to see what sounds she can make him do! And with his size being less than Straw, she actually manages to swallow all his sword, and then bobs slowly.
Sackcloth makes lots of weird noises, but not quite in any sort of predictable manner. Except for the whinnies. Those work a bit like a slide-whistle.
Which is terribly amusing, so she often aims for those while keeping most, if not all, of him 'swallowed'. She feels a bit ashamed to be doing this, but she just had the urge when looking at him. Had to. Maybe it's a vampire need for life force.
Well, Sackcloth isn't giving up his life force just yet, but his eyes are rolling back a bit.
Alptraum is slow about this, drawing it out for a while to just see how many interesting sounds she can actually produce from him. But after a while, then she really starts working him, trying to push him to a peak explosion. She keeps him, er, deep too, in order to keep things from not getting too messy.
Eventually the stallion goes off like a kettle boiling over, and shudders while doing it too. He might be foaming at the mouth a bit, or it could just be some soap.
Alptraum mmph! She pushes herself down to try and deal with the flood! It seems like it's even more, but then it's likely less, just a different point of delivery. She's also flushing hot, realizing exactly what she did, and worse, has enjoyed it immensely. Just as She enjoyed doing similar to Mordecai, while being male. Ugh, Babel has so corrupted her/him/it/who knows.
At least Sackcloth has passed out from the experience. So Alptraum can steal his towel to dry off with!
After working her muzzle off, of course. Which takes a bit. She slips out of the tub and swipes the towel, and twirls it. "Thanks for this," she chirps, grins, and dries herself a bit then slinks out!