Alptraum wakes in this semi-familiar place in a very unfamiliar form. Her body feels long but furry, and with a wide muzzle and whiskers. Most of the sense of length is from her tail, which is thicker than seems to be natural. Her ears are tiny compared to what she's used to, and there's webbing between her fingers.
"Ack, my wings shrunk and replaced my hands!" Alptraum squeaks as she sort of wave-flaps them in a ridiculous panic. It only gets worse when she runs in a circle a few times before calming down, kind of. "Wait, where in dagh's name am I?" she finally says, clasping her chest too. "Well, at least I'm a girl," she adds, as if that were the most important things. Priorities.
More than that, she's an Akwavi. But a very pretty Akwavi. She's retained her black and white color scheme, and looks more shapely than even the cute blonde one she saw in Stonebarrow. There's a gurgling sound, as a fountain of water suddenly shoots up from the ground in the middle of the grove.
Alptraum feels slinky! Also a little stinky, but that's otters for you. Why is she here, though? And what's with the water fountain? She ambles her way over to check it out.
A pool begins to form around the fountain of water, as if a spring has decided to just show up out of nowhere. Once it gets to the size of a small pond, something is ejected up from the fountain. Something that laughs, before falling back on to the fountains and sitting on them, like they were a throne. It's an Akwavi, one with a blinding smile and golden-brown fur. His eyes are metallic gold, like two coins, and he's well built (for an otter) and will hung as well. "Greetings!" he declares in the sort of booming voice that deities have. "It has been awhile, but you have returned!"
"Say what now?" asks Alptraum, looking confused as she looks at this weird sort of being. She tries to not look at his hungness, but can't help it. "Who exactly are you?" she finally asks, "And why are you naked? For that matter, why am I naked? And what do you mean by I have returned?"
"Surely you haven't forgotten the Gods of Luck already?" the otter asks, and clutches his chest as if he'd been shot through the heart. "Oh, the agony! Is it because that stag Cernunnos dominated your time?"
"Oh, right. That was a while ago," Alptraum claims and rubs her face a bit. "Who, what do I owe for this unusual reunion?" she inquires, approaching a bit closer and sort of bouncing from one foot to the other.
"Well, you can't expect all those other Goddesses 'use' of you to go unnoticed," the otter claims. "After all, you were the avatar of Cernunnos for one of them! That sort of thing gets noticed, you know."
"It does? You do know I'm a guy, right?" the busty and shapely otter claims. "At least, I was. But, y'know, things happen."
"Well, there are four of us, so you of course appear as appropriate for each of us," the otter claims. "And I am Hotei, the God of Happiness and Pleasure, as I'm sure you recall."
"Being endowed like that probably does make you happy, yes," the otter jokes, grins. "Plus any girl you're with."
"Oh, that's only part of it," Hotei claims, leaning forward on his watery throne. "Come join me!" he says, then dives off into the pond.. which is apparently deeper that should be possible, from the size of the splash.
That elicits a rather odd look. But, hey, when being an otter, do as otters do. So she takes a few steps back, then runs forward, jumps and ... belly-flops into the pool. She is not very graceful in this weirdo body. Sploot!
As a bat, Alptraum never had much experience with swimming. As an otter though, being underwater feels as natural as flying through the air. With an emphasis on feel, since it feels like being caressed all over. And the instant pond is deep, the water clear, and it's filled with colorful fish and plants. Hotei floats in front of her, grins, and then swims off, inviting a chase.
That's a hard choice. Fish, or big guy. Curse her over-zealous blessing, as she chases after the guy. It's like slithering through water like a naga, which explains the thick tail.
It's surprisingly, well, fun. The fish scatter as the two otters zoom about, with Hotei often doubling back to chase after Alptraum. And then there is the hunting, as the fish are irresistible to pursue after awhile.
So, the pursuit turns into her being chased. Well, obviously not chaste, because that ship sailed a long time ago. And then there are the fish. Solid food isn't usually a thing, but for some reason those wiggly things makes her tummy rumble, and soon the chase turns into a hunt. With lots of snapping of sharp teeth.
The different colors mean different flavors too, although they're flavors that Alptraum's vampire diet can't even recognize. But they're all tasty. Hotei makes a game of it, tossing fish at Alptraum to see if she can catch them in her mouth up above the water.
Catching things is not far off from other games. Though being in the water makes it more difficult, of course. She's only successful about half the time. And sometimes it's just her sort of launching up out of the water to try. When she comes back down, though, it's an impressive splash.
During one of her catch attempts, Hotei manages to dives back down and come right in front of her, kissing her just after she's caught the fish!
Alptraum ends up blinking a lot and looking cross-eyed. "Arghblugh," she says ever so intelligently with a fish in her mouth.
"Hah!" Hotei laughs. "I love that expression!" he claims, then licks Alptraum's nose and dives back under the water. A moment later he launches up out of it, only to come down and not sink. The surface of the water deforms under him, but he's lying on his side, in a sultry (for an otter) pose. It does show off his best attributes though.
Alptraum shakes her head, then throws it back to toss the fish up and follow up by swallowing it whole. That provides the time that leads up to Hotei lying on his side on the water. "Hmph!" she says, "Now you're just showing off."
"Of course!" the otter laughs. "I'm playful, after all! But you can do it too you know, you just have to try. Leap free of the water!"
Alptraum doesn't look convinced. Still, she dives under the water, to go deep. That gives her 'runway' to swim upward and gain speed until she pops up from the surface of the water ... and tries to keep going.
She bursts clear, and her tail leaves the water, but when she falls back to the surface, it flexes and bounces her right back up into the air!
"Waaah!" goes the otter as she bounces, flapping her arms a bit ineffectually.
Hotei bounces up as well, laughing and trying to strike different poses with each bounce.
The female otter isn't nearly so graceful as being able to land in different poses. Mostly she lands haphazardly and looking ridiculous each time. A few times she lands upside down. Good thing she has a flexible spine.
Hotei bounces closer, and says, "Try to get your feet under you! Then she can push off easier!"
Easier said than done! These bodies are built for in the water, not out. And the weight distribution is odd. IT takes some throwing of that heavy tail in order to upright to the point she can land on her feet.
Now Hotei is right in front of her, bouncing up and down in opposition to make her bounce even higher! "You have to laugh while doing it!" he claims. "It makes it more fun, and your boobs will be bouncier too!"
"Er, I don't think it works that way!" the otter retorts and ends up giggling. She starts to downright laugh given she can see parts of him bouncing around too!
Soon he's bouncing with her, and even hugs her. Nose-to-nose now (since they're pretty much the same height) he kisses her again! Through several bounces! He tastes like fish.
Normally, that sort of taste would not make for something romantic. Of course for an otter, that's a delicacy, so she finds herself kissing back. And discovering whiskers tickle. And boy, do they have sharp teeth.
And then he's grabbing her butt! It's not much more than an Eeee butt, but the bouncing makes it feel different at least.
Well, it's more muscular than an Eeee butt, necessary for swimming naturally. So, she reaches around and grabs his in revenge! Which just means pressing closer, of course.
"Meef!" Hotei squeaks. Or chirps? Otters make cutesy noises, and it's almost as high-pitched as an Eeee would make. So, in revenge(?), he reaches down and pulls up Alptraum's legs, which makes the next bounce feel odd since it's just her tail touch the surface of the water now.
That makes for some really weird moments and a lot of wiggling feet. She tries to find a way to anchor herself, feeling rather unbalanced with her legs up like this!
Extra anchoring comes when Hotei bites her shoulder. So at least there's a connection in two places. And soon three places as he makes use of one of the bounces to impale her. The added impact has added impact, too!
Boy does that make for a loud squeak when that happens. He's not small! And of course it feels good, too, to the point she sort of grabs on tight and hugs! And makes her try to bounce slightly differently.
Hugging that tightly means her own bouncy parts aren't bouncing, but it does give Hotei room to be more creative in the bouncing! Sometimes they land on Alptraum's back, and sometimes on Hotei's back, along with landing on his feet as well. Even then, there are spins and twirls and lots and lots of laughing from the God of Happiness and Pleasure (and apparently silly fun too). The Pleasure part does seem to take precedence at the moment though.
The otter doesn't know if Inala's blessing is active or not in this space with another god, or she's just a horny degenerate. Though right now it feels good to the point she doesn't care either way. There's a lot of giggling and chirping that happens each time the bounce causes a new pose or position to be undertaken.
Now Hotei just starts cheating. Or showing off. The hang time of each bounce seems to get longer and longer, letting him get in multiple thrusts per bounce, and peppering Alptraum's face with quick otter-kisses.
That is most likely cheating! Not that the otter femme cares that much, as she gets to thrust some too during those moments, along with her own assault of wierd fishy, whiskery, kisses. Pity her tail isn't long enough or she'd be swatting his butt with it.
It takes a moment, but Alptraum soon realizes they aren't even falling at all anymore, but suspended in the air where Hotei can take full advantage of how limber otter spines can be. Although this suspension doesn't seem to apply fully to Alptraum, as she still feels the tug of gravity. It may just be so that she keeps clinging to him though!
It's a bit like being a furry snake, given how those spines bend and they tend to wrap and coil about. There's much nipping, playfully of course, that goes on. And in certain positions, her chest really tends to flop around. Not that she minds, she likes the feeling of having a chest, of course.
And so does Hotei, apparently, as he feels her chest, and then sticks his muzzle in her cleavage and goes 'bwlwlwlwlwllw!' between her breasts. It isn't solely an otter thing, but the god does it with such ottery exuberance!
"Ack!" goes Alptraum, "Why is it guys do that!?" The funny part is, Hexen does that, and dagh, she did too when she was a he. And yet, he couldn't explain why either. Maybe it's just a universal thing.
"Because it's fun!" Hotei claims. "You'd be doing it to guys butts I bit, if they were soft and boobily! Or other girls for that matter!"
"Probably not, that area doesn't smell good!" the other otter claims.
Just then, they both drop to the surface of the water. It doesn't bounce them up this time though! The reason seems to be that Hotei needs something to push Alptraum against for his next rapid rutting session. The problem with gods is that they have too much stamina! But it probably comes down to the whole God of Pleasure thing, so Hotei seeks and gives as much pleasure and one can handle.
Alptraum doesn't mind ending up on her back with the otter on top pistoning like a maniac. He both feels too big as well as perfect. And at this point there's a whole lotta chirpy moaning coming from the otter beneath. It's probably a good thing she was born a he, really. Otherwise she'd have had a lot of kids by now. Ooof.
There are more positions that seem unique to Akwavi flexibility. Although the one where Alpraum's back is cursed so much that she ends up standing on her own head might be a little extreme, even though Hotei curved over her as well and able to suckle her breasts at the same time compensates somewhat. It's just a miracle they don't go rolling off like some sort of wheel.
And she doesn't end up having a tremendous giggle-fit. This position is so ridiculous, and requires a lot of tail counter-balance. Still, she's being nursed on! Another favorite thing; but then that is what they are supposed to be for, after all. Also probably why even when male he tries to keep more female nipples. Ot it's just the bat is crazy. Likely that.
After the weird poses comes the more snakey stuff, twisting around one another, so that they can each bite the back of the other's neck while still gyrating their hips. Even their tails can coil around each other. And all while rolling sideways across the weird water surface.
It's quite the chewy time! Good thing the fur is thick enough to prevent teeth from tearing up the skin beneath, at least. It also involves a lot more butt-grabbing and kneading. Also chittering as she really grinds, going for pushing him super deep.
And deep he goes, eventually leading to her being on top as he's pushed into the flexing surface of the water. There are fish under them, watching! But at least it means she's in control for this final stretch.
Okay, so having a bunch of fish staring and watching makes it all the more ridiculous. Why, she'd prefer slime worms to a bunch of beady eyes just ... staring. But, to deal with that she closes her own eyes and engages in a long rolling thrust, with her slinky body. A whole lot slides out, then in deep, and she does it at a speed that would make a kadie blush. But it leaves her making all sorts of chittering moans, and soon a lot of muscle tensing and clenching when pleasure sort of explodes.
"Ohoyoboyo!" Hotei chirps, which sounds weird. But it does mean he's filling Alptraum up with.. luck? It's warm and pleasurable and makes her feel happy, whatever it is! "Wow! I wish I didn't have to let you go to Vasudhara though."
And the otter on top pushes herself down and him deep. She sits there, twitching and making a weird sort of trilling sound. She'll probably regret it later, though, she always does when she realizes what a pervert she's been. Except Revy, that one revels in it. Must be youthful indiscretion.
"So, how about a final kiss?" Hotei asks, closing his eyes and puckering up his lips.
Alptraum grabs and scrunches up his cheeks, then leans in and kisses! Tongue trying to imitate the depth in him his part is in her.
It's a good kiss, and otters have sensitive lips! And that's when the water suddenly becomes water again, and the two of them fall below the surface!
ACK! Bloop! Glub glub glub....
Things change for Alptraum under the water. The long body suddenly becomes even longer, and the legs go away altogether! Fur gives way to scales, and muzzle becomes even blunter. But the hair stays, miraculously! And then the pond begins to drain away.
There's a lot of writhing about as things change, becoming flatter, and really stretched out. It would be easy to tie into a knot, and alomt does before he gets ahold of himself, so to speak and coils upright. He feels like a living tail.
The water finishes draining away, the fish become golden coins which pile up where the fountain once was. At least Alptraum does't feel wet, and the ground is dry, leaving him next to the large mound of gold coins worthy of a dragon.
"Oooh, loot!" Alptraum says and coils all around the coins, trying to gather them up to keep. Gah, it feels so weird to be a naga. And not blink.
Some of the coins move. They begin to flow like a river through the pile, until it's clear that they are scales. From the center rises a golden Naga woman (because she has breasts, and big ones at that). She's got hood that flares out, and glowing golden eyes. "I am Vasudhara, Goddess of Spiritual Wealth and Luck," she hisses in a voice that flows like water.
"I thought Hotei was the God of luck," Alptraum says lamely, and stares at her. Because, no-eyelids. All he can do is stare. "You're not here for my soul, are you? Or something worse?" he asks lamely. And to top it off, he ends up flicking his tongue out at the end to lick-sniff the air. Smooth.
"We are all Gods of Luck here," Vasudhara notes, in a reptilian purr. She starts to spiral her way down the mound of gold toward's Alptraum. The closer she gets, the more he notices his hemi-peen twitching. "There are many kinds of luck," she notes. "And I do not want your soul."
Alptraum slithers a bit himself, trying to keep a little distance, which is hard to do when part start to poke out in spite of himself! "What is it you do want, then?" he has to ask nervously. Or excitedly. Probably both.
"Well, that depends," the golden goddess hisses, and picks up on of her coins. She flips it the air and catches, slapping it down on the back of her other hand. "Heads or tails?" she asks.
"Heads," Alptraum answers warily.
The coin is revealed, showing a coiled serpent with it head on the edge and tail tip in the center. "Tailss," Vasudhara notes. "Luck is with me then." She gestures for Alptraum to join her on the pile of gold.
"Isn't luck always with you?" Alptraum has to point out, "Being a Goddess of luck and all." Still, he lost the toss, so slithers up onto the mound of gold to join her.
"It is mine to have or to give," Vasudhara claims as she begins to entwine her tail with Alptraum's. "There is no bad luck with me, however," she says as she runs her hands over Alptraum's chest.
Which feels oddly cool and slick; hasn't been unfurred as much lately. Well, not in a good way anyway, being a giant hanging maggot doesn't count. He counters by doing the same. Scaled breasts still feel weird, even with the experience of them being on the crazy doctor. "No bad luck?" he asks as his own tail coils slowly now too.
Despite their size, the goddess has fairly firm breasts due to the nature of her skin. Or just because she's a goddess. "You lost the toss," she explains. "But it was tails, which means we will mate now. Surely not a bad outcome?"
"What would it have meant if I had won, though?" Alptraum has to ask, just before dislocating his jaw to take an entire breast in his weird mouth to suck on.
"Then I would have given you head," Vasudhara explains. "Head or Tail where the choices, after all." She runs her hands through Alptraum's hair, and while Naga jaws aren't really suited to sucking, Alptraum manages just fine, and the goddess does give milk of a sort. Naga's don't really taste things, but it smells nice on his tongue and makes it tingle.
There's much tail squirming, and some uncomfortable bending of some parts before he feels part of himself slip into the embrace of her cool body. With his mouth full, he can't comment on it, but would have noted the outcomes would have basically been the same then. At some point, he switches breasts, devouring the other one as completely while more tail-ward has a lot of squirmy undulation.
As he switches breasts, so too does Vasudhara 'switch' between the forks of his hemi-peen. It's definitely a surprisingly skilled use of her muscles, and ends with both being inside of her at the same time. When it comes to muscular motions, Nagas have no equal.
It's less intense, but somehow more satisfying, and the coins are making quite the noise as they writhe about on them. At one point Alptraum pulls his mouth off her chest, then since his jaw is still dislocated, mostly swallows her head next!
The hood makes it a bit difficult to get her whole head in there, but then there's.. flavor. At least the Naga version of it, as Vasudhara sticks her tongue down his throat and simulates the squirming of a live animal being swallowed. She also has her tail wrapped pretty firmly around his now, and clenches.
Alptraum mmpgh! That's definitely a new experience, and has a few flashbacks to the time as a rat being eaten by a snake. Oddly exciting, that was ... also potentially quite deadly. He releases her head at some point and just finishes coiling around her, when then turns into some chaotic snake writing around the pile.
The gold is thoroughly churned, with the serpent-stamped coins almost completely covering them at times. Despite the passion of it all, there's no urge to hurry things along. This is all just the warm up, figuratively speaking. But as muscles warm up, so do the urges.. just without hips this time.
Because, no hips. It's more of squirm and undulation that the mammalian thrust. It's slow, unhurried, with buildup measured in degrees. It's about quitting thinking and simply enjoying the moment, be it hours or minutes.
And things don't fully adhere to the normal biology of Nagas. Alptraum feels one fork pump explosively, while the other produces a slow, prolonged stream. Not necessarily at the same time, either, through multiple cycles. Is it luck, or wealth?
And he ponders could he keep both as an Eeee? Odd thoughts in an odd time, mismatching biology is excessively difficult and costly, but it's fun to imagine. Even the releases aren't as intense, but still no less enjoyable. Perhaps it's the mix of explosive and drawn that make it so? He really doesn't know. Or in reality, care.
The main point is the warmth of two bodies. And, at some level, the gold. Writhing around having sex on a small mountain of gold is not something that happens every day. Especially not with a golden goddess. Alptraum can't help but feel very lucky for this experience.
It would have also been fitting if it were two dragons doing this. Gold pile and all. Ultimately, the slow movement slows more, until there is just two scaled bodies slowly just undulating in an embrace where it's hard to tell where one begins and the other ends.
Still, Vasudhara manages to draw out more from Alptraum, and it's comfortable. Comfortable is not something he usually associates with Naga. Certainly not with Mage Rostre. Would she be more attractive atop a pile of gold those? Or a pile of squirming Skeeks?
If she smelled better she'd probably be more attractive, never mind a pile of gold or Skeeks. Movements grow slower still, though bodies remain entwined. How long has it been? He has no idea. Not sure he really cares. Where the otter was frenetic, this is more, well, laconic.
"Are you happy with losing the coin tossss?" Vasudhara asks as things cool down.
"Yes," Alptraum admits, tongue flicking. Boy, he wants to blink. Still can't blink.
Sensing this, Vasudhara licks Alptraum's eyes. "The twins will want you next," she notes.
"Twins? Which twins?" Alptraum has to ask, worriedly.
"Fortuna and Tyche, the goddesses of chance," Vasudhara explains.
"I feel like I'm in trouble," Alptraum hisses. "Male, female, both?"
"Female, I believe," Vasudhara says. "Felines can be cryptic though."
"I guess I'll find out," Alptraum says with a hissy sort of whimper.
"You are also divine, in this space," Vasudhara points out, and licks Alptraum's nose. "And you survived Hotei."
"Yes, but he was one person. Two might kill me!" Alptraum jokes.
"I suppose there is a chance they will overwhelm you," Vasudhara laughs. "But you are strong."
"Well, if they're both the same gender, at least I don't have to be both genders at the same time. That would be ... weird," Alptraum admits with a bob of his scaly head.
"Of course, you will not not have gold coins for your bed," Vasudhara says. "Those are mine, and they are the goddesses of gamblers."
"Hopefully I won't be the wager," Alptraum says. "And I don't need a gold bed. I'm not used to such extravagance."
"But you will always remember it, and me, won't you?" the goddess asks. Her hood has false eye patterns, nearly invisible as darker shades of gold.
"Of course. This will be hard to forget," Alptraum claims with another head-bob. Now he wants a hood. Hood jealousy?
It certainly offers more space for tattoos and jewelry! But the coins are making rolling noises, and not from any movement of the Nagas. They are being sucked into Vasudhara's own scales! "I wish you Luck with the Goddesses of Chance, Barsunala," the golden goddess says, almost like a blessing.
There's a bit of flailing as he's being sucked in! He didn't expect that! It's like being devoured! Kind of, maybe. It's terrifying either way, and even with a blessing, he doesn't feel very lucky right now! As he disappears into that mass of gold, he leaves this place with a tiny: Eep!
Alptraum falls through darkness, not knowing which way is up or down, until he lands on a pile of cushions. Zolk cushions at that, with little bells on the corners. He finds that he has a butt again, and legs, fur and a tail - but no wings. Hanging lamps light up, shining through gauzy curtains to bathe everything in a myriad of colors.
Which means the first thing is to identify what sort of thing that tail is actually attached to, and gender. Feels male, but ...
Claws! That go in and out of sheaths in his fingers and toes! Pointy ears with tufts of fur, long whiskers, relatively short muzzle. His fur is still black though, with a white chest tuft. Definitely a Khatta. The Abu-Dhabian sort at that, given how stubby his tail is.
Huh, not a species he's 'worn' before. Interesting. Also, it doesn't look like a harem, but ... who knows? He checks that he's not got a collar or the like as he gets up.
He's not wearing anything, but does have some male ear-clips. There's a low table next to the cushions, which has a glass bell on it with a golden handle.
Alptraum arches his brow some. He reaches down to take up the bell, then rings it. Gently. Because, well, glass.
The ring is echoed from the darkness facing him beyond the lamps, and then more lamps fire up to reveal a circular stage. The lighting starts from behind the stage, highlighting the silhouettes of two girls, standing back to back. The lights around the stage illuminate as the figures shake their tambourines, until finally revealing two lynx Khatta girls in belly-dancer garb, with blindfolds over their eyes... and long, curved daggers at their hips.
"Why ... are you blindfolded?" Alptraum has to ask as he sits back down. Apparently he's supposed to watch a show! Hopefully it's not knife-throwing with him as the target. He doesn't want to be a pincushion!
The girls start to drum on their tambourines, and in unison say, "Luck is blind."
"So you're both blind?" Alptraum asks. They won't get to see his magnificence!
The dance starts slow, with the girls always moving in tandem. More music is added by unseen musicians, starting with a slow tempo, until the belly-dancing really starts. Alptraum's not seen two dancers at once though, moving against and around one another. Most of the sound is coming from their costumes now.
"If we were blind, we wouldn't need blindfolds," the girls point out while twirling.
"Could be a fashion statement," Alptraum claims.
One girl bends at the hips and shakes her bosoms at Alptraum, before twirling around so the second one can do the same. They appear to be identical twins, right down to the spots on their thighs.
Alptraum has to admit to himself, he's enjoying the show! Both fond memories of growing up, as well as fun memories of doing similar dances when female too. "I guess I must be unlucky because I can still see," he jokes, grinning.
"Oh, it's just luck itself that is blind," the girls says, now turning to shake their hips and little tails to Alptraum. "Unless you're the house, of course," one of them adds. Alptraum knows how luck works when you're the one running the game, after all.
Well, yes, but those aren't really games of chance! He almost comments as well if this means he won't get lucky, but manages to stop himself from being that crude. For the moment, he's just enjoying the show, and being envious of their curves.
The music takes on more of a percussive sound, and the tempo changes. Now the girls spin away from eachother and toss away their tambourines.. so that they can draw their daggers. In their right hands, they hold them curve outward, and in their left hands they hold them curve inward. Both edges are sharp though from the look of them. And the streamers hand from the pommels.
Alptraum shifts a bit. Two people with deadly weapons would make anyone nervous. So right now he's a bit nervous! What do they intend to do with those?
They're back to back again, and twirling around while kicking their legs and leaping, arms and blades swinging. They always bend back out of the way of eachother's blades though, often just by a hair!
That is likely more skill than luck! Still, it's a little unnerving. Also, he's pondering getting more clothing like that for, er, other bodies. Because why not? He also rubs his nose a bit, partially nervous, also partially to see if in this weird place he has his jewelry.
As things get more frenetic, the blades begin to make contact. A very specific sort of contact though, as the twirling girls start to slice away at eachother's costumes. These bits fly away for quite a distance, due to the bells and baubles attached to them. Most seem to be headed at Alptraum though.
Which leaves Alptraum trying to catch them! That's ... er, one way to do a strip dance! One slip and ouchie.
At least his reflexes seem to be much quicker now. But soon the girls have run out of costume. Which leaves the final slices going right between their eyes, bisecting the blindfolds. Now Alptraum can see they each have one blue and one green eye, but switching right and left between them.
"So, are you unlucky now?" Alptraum jokes when the blindfolds come off. Cool eyes, though! Always been fond of heterochromia, though he doesn't have it himself.
"Oh no, we just have to be more careful now," the twins say, and fling their daggers at Alptraum! One hits right between his legs, rather close to the action, two others graze his ears and the final one stops mid-air, the tip just touching his nose, before it drops harmlessly onto his chest.
"Wah!" goes Alptraum as he flails his arms a moment after those daggers land so close! Arms spin and he falls backwards onto his back.
The girls fall on top of him, before rolling to either side. This sort-of pins his arms a bit. "Did you enjoy the dance?" they both purr.
Alptraum is laying there, wide-eyed and pinned. "Well ... yes," Alptraum has to admit. "Women always have the best clothing too, and better bodies." He blinks a few times. "Were you trying to scare me?"
"Oh no," left-girl says. "It was meant to excite you," right-girl purrs. "I'm Fortuna," the one with blue right eye purrs. "And I'm Tyche," the one with the green right eye purrs.
"I kind of knew who you were. Well, in general, the names, but not which went with which," Alptraum admits. "It's ... a kind of excitement when blades get close to sensitive bits on guys, you know. Not a good kind..."
"So I guess the same holds for claws?" Fortuna asks teasingly.
"Well ... depends," Alptraum sort of squeaks. "On what do do with them."
Tyche runs a claw through Alptraum's chest tuft, while Fortuna reaches down and lightly pricks some plums. This makes Alptraum disturbingly aroused. And that arousal also looks a bit disturbing itself, due to the characteristics of felines.
Both of those make Alptraum squeak! "Uh," he says ever so intelligently. "There's only one of me and two of you. You two might have to trade up, er, where you position. If that's your goal I mean." Boy, he's babbling like an idiot.
"I suppose we could take turns," Fortuna suggests. "Or we can do it all at once. Twice."
"It just means my mouth and tongue will get as much workout as the rest of me," Alptraum jokes. "So, er, all at once would be more fun."
The two women engage in a game of rock-paper-scissors, with Tyche winning! So she gets to straddle Alptraum first, while Fortuna straddles his belly to being with, which lets her smother Alptraum with her breasts.
Which makes Alptraum squeak! He's not sure quite what these two are after, other than, well, the obvious. It takes him a moment before his brain kicks back in and he nomfs and ends up lick-nursing on Fortuna. Also grabbing her butt.
Tyche rolls her hips like a belly dancer, naturally. Fortuna's breasts are nice and warm and her nipples taste a bit creamy, even with a textured tongue. And of course there's the purring. Even Alptraum is purring.
And nursing. Lots of that. Also he gets his own hips moving a little. More of a rock since he can't move them much. It also feels ... weird. Mostly due to khatta anatomy. Much more, er, grippy.
It also makes for more effective surface area, if only slightly. And the barbs move side to side as well. His sense of taste seems slightly diminished, either from the barbs on his tongue or because there's just less tongue than an Eeee (but just about everything has less tongue than an Eeee). The purring seems to make up for it though. And they way Fortuna tongue-grooms Alptraum's ears while he nurses.
Eeee tongues are one of the great wonders of the world. The things they can do with them. Revy made an art out of it. He continues to nurse for a while, switching between the two options ... but eventually he gets a bit bolder, and soon pulls her up further so he's able to kiss her in a while different way. And place.
Of course, this makes her just straddle his face. He can feel her purr through his lips and nose! But she doesn't just sit still either, and starts to move her hips like a belly-dancer, in sync with her sister further down.
And his purr can make things vibrate, including his tongue. Which he puts to great use, only disappointed he can't go nearly as deep as he could were he an Eeee. Ah well, sacrifices!
Most of the sensitive areas are within tongue-length though at least, and Fortuna makes pleasant sounds. She also flexes her claws in and how, which Alptraum can see since her hands are right over his forehead. She just hasn't decided to use his head as a saddle-pommel yet. But the girls are still in sync, which feels weird. They twist at the same tame, and make little mew sounds at the same time. Are they really two separate entities?
Well, they're not really people, so weird sort of comes with the territory. He's trying to not think about it too much. He wiggles his head through so his flat nose presses into a really sensitive spot, and then boy does he purr, giving that little place quite the rubbing vibration.
Tyche leans forward so her head is on Fortuna's shoulder, and starts to move up and down now, which is a very interesting sensation, proving that things are one-way because of the barbs. She also runs her claws along Alptraum's ribs.
Well now! That feels good for him! But does it feel good for her? It also encourages him to try and roll his hips a bit more! As well as occasionally mewl. It's getting harder to focus on doing that and, er, kissing the way he is.
Fortuna twists a bit too, really grinding against Alptraum's nosepad. Now he has both of them looking down at him, with Tyche using one hand to reach around and squeeze one for Fortuna's breasts.
That just makes Alptraum whimper! He both wants to squeeze one too, and have them to be squeezed! It's a weird sort of mental state, that. So, he tries to ignore them and focus on what he's trying to do to them instead!
It requires some squirming and lifting his arms at an awkward angle, but soon he's also groping Fortuna!
To make things worse - or better - Tyche is doing something with her hips that works just so with the rolling of Alptraum's own that feels absolutely amazing! And that sort of thing can't last much longer.
Thus the whimpers resume! And grow louder. They turn into a muffled rowl! and soon he feels explodey down below as he passes over the edge and well, peaks with an impressive, er, flood.
This is rewarded by a pointy-clawed butt-pinch! "OooWWOOOrrr," the Khatta twins go, both peaking in unison. But that just seems to get them warmed up. "Now we change positions," Fortuna purrs, as the two begin to climb off of Alptraum.
While he lays there looking a bit dazed! As well as rather damp on his face and, er, crotch. He's also blinking. "Are you sure you're two different people?" he ends up asking. The way they act in unison is rather unsettling.
Soon they're lying next to Alptraum, with Fortuna lying back on Tyche, so that her head is just below the other's breasts. "Time for your to be on top now," she informs Alptraum.
That's ... an odd sort of position! He manages to get up, a bit wobbly, then roll a bit over until he's on top of them, and well, soon he's quite inside Fortuna this time! And with that placement, it's Tyche that ends up being nursed on while his hips roll, and things grind and pull in the other.
Both of the girls purr and mewl and sometimes hiss in tandem. This position also means Alptraum had two sets of hands on his butt at once. And their claws. Although Tyche does tend to rake upwards along his back when he sucks too hard. It hurts like the dickens, but that's just fine in this context! Tulani does it too after all.
Which helps in that at least he has some idea of their, er, directions! He's in no hurry, so movements are slow, but rather forceful to the point he almost scoots them each time. He also gets a bit, er, bitey on nipples.
Fortuna squirms a bit at first, but soon has her hips going as only a belly-dancer can. At least she isn't doing it enough that Alptraum pops out! And Tyche starts to lactate from the biting! And goddess milk is always the best.
He wasn't expecting milk. It's not like he has any blessings active here that should cause, well, that. Still, it's a nice surprise and does encourage him to speed up some at this point. Not savanite speed, at least.
It's still weird how the twin goddesses are in sync. Tyche gasps and growls when Fortuna does, and they even arch their backs at the same time. The main difference is in where they grab Alptraum. And when Fortuna playfully bites at Alptraum's throat. The purring is extra loud as well.
That is quite weird, and it causes him to sort of 'stumble' at points since it's so completely unexpected. The biting is rather nice, though, and it tends to make him purr. Well, he purrs as a bat sometimes, but this sounds quite different. Less, well ... Eeee do it with their sonar modifications that khatta just don't have. So, much, much, lower pitched for khatta.
And even as a Khatta, he can't really tell where the purring comes from. It's just there somehow, all through his body. It doesn't really make sense, and makes Khattas all the more mysterious. Then Fortuna does something with her hips that takes his mind off of the purring. It also comes with claws digging into his butt, which is extra distracting as well.
And that pushes him into more of a well, rutting sort of frenzy, an apparent mission to make Fortuna yowl loudly! With what barbs do, would it be from enjoying it, or from pain, though? Strange thoughts for strange times.
And Fortuna does yowl... along with Tyche. The yowling makes it feel better too, really spurring Alptraum on!
And on he goes! And even when he pops again, he somehow keeps going! He feels a bit like an over-excited butter churn.
Fortuna doesn't do anything to dissuade him either, although she can't exactly jiggle her hips while Alptraum is going all out like this. The yowling in stereo continues. The walls must be very thick in Abu-Dhabian buildings, but how do those living in tents deal with the caterwauling like this? How does anyone sleep?
Or the goddesses are just louder than normal Khatta. This is all very odd, after all. Now he's trying to remember if Tulani is this loud. Well, sort of. Mostly he's mindlessly pummeling while still, well, exploding.
Clearly the yowling is having some sort of magical effect on him! He couldn't be going like this a second time for so long otherwise.. unless it's just that he's lucky. It seems like more than luck though.
And he somehow pops again doing this. And it just goes on for what seems ages! Eventually, though, he tips over, exhausted and wheezing.
The twins begin to groom Alptraum with their tongues while he catches his breath. That at least is relaxing, especially when they do his ears.
Alptraum sort of spreads out, purring softly and eyes half-closed. "Well, now," he murmurs. "That was fun, and tiring!"
"Oh, hopefully you're not too tired," Fortuna purrs. "Otherwise Cernunnos might be upset with us," Tyche adds.
That makes Alptraum blink. "The big deer guy?" he asks a bit lamely. But he's a guy right now! And yet, he also doesn't mind the idea of staying that and, er . He shakes his head a bit. "I'll be fine! I just need a breather!"
"A breather?" Tyche asks, and Fortuna offers Alptraum a hookah pipe.
"Well, not that," Alptraum claims, but he accepts it anyway and sucks on it a bit. "What I mean is just a short rest and I'll be fine."
There's something in the smoke.. catnip? It makes Alptraum's head feel... mushy. But also sparkly! Sort of happy mushy lumpy.
"Oooo," goes Alptraum, and he really gets into suckling on that pipe and floating in that happy braindead space. Aaaahhh.
The light from the lanterns seems to mix together in a swirl of colors and shadows. Alptraum even feels a breeze now across... her breasts? The air is fragrant with the scent of flowers as well. Then the swirl seems to unwind, revealing sky and clouds and surrounding trees. The doe is lying on a bed of flowers, feeling very relaxed.
And she sits up and looks down. What sort of doe? Is she wearing Summer's body again? She fondles her own chest to test that theory. Or well, to just fondle her own chest.
She's in Summer Forest's body it seems, with a few differences. Her bust and hips are definitely more matronly. Should probably pay her a visit sometime though.
"I must really like to look like a breeder," she mutters, amused at her appearance. Or perhaps it was the desire of the next God. Either way at least she has breasts again, so she's happy about that! She stretches upwards and yawns a bit, then looks around more.
She's back in the grove again, and there are strange flying creatures covered in feathers of many colors, that seem to be singing. The air feels a bit charged, and tiny Kadie-like creatures scurry through the trees. It's all both familiar and alien at the same time.
Alptraum rubs her hands over her head and gets to her, well, hooves. And so, she goes about a leisurely walk through the grove. Of course it turns out she can't walk without pronounced hip sway and chest sway, a sort of rolling seductive walk. "Heh, maybe I'm just a succubus," she mutters.
"It's the queen!" one of the like Kadie-creatures squeaks, and then all of the other animals take up the chant like a squeaky, chirpy chorus.
"Queen?" Doetraum has to ask? Since when has she ever been a queen. Well, aside that time he and Hexen dressed up li .. er, nevermind.
A loud snort can be heard close by, the rustling of underbrush. Then the King of the forest appears, his rack of antlers nearly as wide as Doetraum is tall. Cernunnos, god of Wealth, Life, Fertility AND the Underworld has appeared. Living up to at least one of his affinities, he is large and always aroused. "Ah, there you are!" the stag announces in a booming voice.
That leaves Doetraum blinking those big doe eyes. "I didn't know you were looking for me?" she admits as her eyes flit and move, but focus on his, er, largeness. "For what did you have need of me?" she asks, trying to sound all innocent and unsure.
"To balance the scales of Luck, my dear," the god claims. "And here I have brought the fulcrum on which they pivot." He puts his hands on his hips laughs heartily, as befits a god. He then holds out a hand to Doetraum.
She makes a face. Bad joke, that. She does extend her hand and place it in his. She's such a sucker for handsome guys. And large guys. Well, guys. Ugh.
Cernunnos pulls her in close, then lifts her up by her waist until she's eye-to-eye with him... for a kiss! A deep kiss. Deer also have decent tongues.
The doe mphs! Oh yeah, that's nice. She reaches up and cups his cheeks as she kisses him back, with much usage of tongue. Its these sorts of moments that help convince the doe that being female is so worth it.
And after the kiss, she gets lifted higher! High enough that she can hold onto the god's antlers while he nurses off of her. And the milk does flow, too!
And grab those antlers she does. Also arch her back. And soon, she's bleating in contentment in pleasure. That feels just ... lovely. Not that there was any pain from being pull, but more the sensations of being drained like that is ... shivery. A milking machine here could be claimed to be a sex toy if it felt like this.
The way he works his tongue, Cernunnos may as well be a milking machine. He has to switch breasts several times, since while draining one the other seems to start up again. But eventually he begins to lower her down.
There is much bleating and petting of that large head. When it stops, she's disappointed. Though as she is lowered, she moves her legs to catch his, er, greatness, and try to line it up with her body. That size should make it impossible to fit, but she's not about to let silly things like reality prevent her from her desire right now. "Breed me," she even murmurs into one of his ears.
"Of course, my queen," the stag replies, and makes things fit. There's a lot of expandability to take advantage of, but it still feels tight. He puts his arms around Doetraum's back, hugging her to his chest. Well her head is against his chest at least, and she can hear his heart beating. He only gets about half-way in before he bucks his hips to thrust up the remainder of his length.
That thrust of the rest of him makes her arch and bleat. He feels massive, of course, and really tight. But not painful, at all. Instead it feels, well, divine. Her arms wrap about him and she tries to roll and pull her body against his in a desperate need to ride him. "I could stay like this forever," the doe says, stupidly.
"Well, it does help to move some," the buck teases, then drags her up so he do another thrust. This is followed by more rapid thrusting, which makes him wobble a bit before he hunches forward, so that Doetraum is at more of an angle.
Doetraum hooks her arms up under his arms and grips his shoulders so she can use her arms to pull herself up, then when she relaxes she slides back down, bleating the entire way down. She also hooks her legs to help and soon she's working in a pleased rut on what should be an impaling, but instead feels absolutely wonderful. Her entire body undulates, rolls. The sounds she makes; it's in all ways the sounds of a doe in a grove.
It does make her head bob a bit, and her breasts move around quite a bit. But the tightness eases somewhat and the sounds of the glade seem to fade into the background, with the sounds of grunting, bleating and wet impacts becoming dominant. The buck also dips his head to nuzzle the doe's throat, while keeping a firm grip on her waist.
The doe's head leans back, a movement of submission to the much larger male. Eyes closed, jaw slack a bit as she undulates, rolls, and enjoys. Such a simple moment, two animals in the forest. No great politics, discussions, or plots. Simple nature, bleating and rutting.
Soon the buck is filling her in a different way, making a deep bleat of his own and falling to his knees. "Urf! Time to get on your hands and knees," he informs the doe.
The doe arches hard, bleating to the shy as she fills with his warmth. There's no arguing, or coy teasing, the large buck tells her to get on her hands and knees. She does just that, dropping to them with a shiver and some more plaintive bleating. She even wiggles her hips at him. She also looks back and licks her lips suggestively, making offers of virtually any part of her to him.
Soon he's back inside of her, rutting a bit harder now as he holds onto her waist. She's not always on her knees though, as sometimes the thrusts raise her up some. It would be nice to have some sort of breast restraint at this point though.
The doe's expression is ... well, it's apparent how much she is enjoying this! Her tongue is even hanging out. The chest sway, though gets painful at points and even thumps on her arms. So, she shuffles her arms in a bit to try and sandwich them and lessen their movement. What she needs are two fawns to be nursing on her during this to help hold them still. Where did that thought come from?
Cernunnos has a solution to this, and uses one hand to push the doe's shoulders down until her chest is on the ground. This provides more resistance for his thrusts, apparently, so instead of being able to sway with them the doe feels the full impact now.
Doetraum's chin goes into the ground too. This ... works! Each full thrust makes her bleat and shudder! Her hindquarters roll and push back, too, encouraging and clenching down with an internal fervor. This is as all things should be. She's drooling on the ground, too, looking both dumb and content.
As a Fertility god, Cernunnos has plenty of virility. The doe actually played his role recently while serving Inala! So the buck fills her up again, then rolls her onto her back to finish things off.
More bleating, which at least keeps her from pleading to be with his child. Gods like this really mess with your mind and trap you in different ways. Still, she's now on her back and really, really, enjoying it, as she writhes in ecstasy om being, well, impaled by him. She's engulfed by the pleasure of it all, of being his Queen, being filled by him, and submitting to him. The grove is anything but quiet; it sounds like a veritable primal rut.
He does slow down, switching gradually from rutting to love-making. There are nuzzles and nips and squeezes, where he can reach. And he even whispers, "My form is imprinted on you now, so be sure to use it when needed."
Doetraum can only moan in reply and weakly roll her his. It takes her a while before she can even think coherently, or talk. "Good gods," she finally says once she realizes all she was doing and did. Why did she always give in like this and become a drooling toy?
A few more thrusts, and Cernunnos is finished. "Are you satisfied, my queen?" he asks the doe.
"Very," Doetraum finally says, feeling impossibly full and rather sated. "Why do you call me your queen, though?" she finally asks.
"It feels appropriate," Cernunnos says. "You are Underworld nobility, of a sort, are you not?"
"Well, yes," Doetraum has to concede. "The daughter of Death, so to speak." Daughter because right now, well, she is very female.
"And you are the Psychopomp as well," the buck notes, and nuzzles Doetraum's chest a bit, before starting to suckle.
Doetraum makes a rather pleased sound when he does that. She has no idea how she can produce enough to keep up, but ... weird dreams have their own logic. Right now she's enjoying this logic a lot.