The Scab
This deceptively named club is on the same level of Cenesta Plaza as Slaves To Art, but down a different alley. It's also the most brightly lit place in the under-Plaza, with lights of many different colors, including ultraviolet that causes others to glow. It's full of younger Eeee, including Fnerfs, Vartans and Naga, all gyrating or stomping to music that seems to be coming from two different bands at the same time. Luckily the volume level is low, since the Eeee clientele would never be able to handle it otherwise.

Revy is in luck, as it's Naked Night at the Scab. This is convenient since she isn't wearing any clothes when she arrives, other than a few glass bells clipped to her ears. The bouncer at the door even pats her bottom as he holds open the curtain to let her inside.

Revy has no inhibitions. Or clothes. Or sense. Or volume control. She pirouettes into the club, then after a few running steps goes sliding on her feet while declaring, "I'm heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere!"

Someone grabs her by the hand and pulls her into the dance chaos. "You are!" her sudden partner says, a male Eeee with glowing stripes painted on his face. "You've got nice boobs," he tells her, after he's already started groping them.

"I've been told that. A lot!" She declares in a sort of half-giggle. And of course to counter his groping, she gropes his butt! "Whatcha got smeared on yer face?" she also has to ask. Attempts are made to keep her wings in, but of course some probably get thumped anyway.

"Just some glow paint," the Eeee says, and flexes his butt. He's not so much dancing as grinding up against Revy now. She's also go someone grinding up against her from behind, but she can tell from the stature that it's a Skreek. He's got his hands around Revy's stomach. "Like the stripes?" the Eeee asks.

"Sure! I like any sort of body decoration! I mean, I have plenty of my own and most of em go through me in one way or another," the punk-girl of an Eeee claims as she grinds back against the rat holding her about the waist ... while she continues to grope the butt of the Eeee before her.

"You'd do well with something that brings out the color of your hair," the Eeee says. "I'm Crause," he introduces, while running his hands down up and down Revy's body. "I'm Strafe", the Skreek behind her says, before nipping her shoulder.

"What other than the fact it's bright green?" Revy has to ask and laugh. "You two friends or something?" she asks between the two guys as she alternates griding against the pair as her ears flit about, and her nosering tends to bobble on her upper lip.

That comment makes Revy snort! She knows what these two are probably after, the same thing you guys always are. Still, eh, she's out to have fun, so instead of slugging the guy, she kisses him right back.

Since there isn't a slap or other resistance, Crause spreads Revy's cheeks, so that Strafe can plunge upwards into Gorphat's Mouth, and one the Skreek has Revy bouncing, the bat hooks his hands under her knees to pull her legs up.. then Revy is suspended between them, with Crause taking Inala's Gate.

Okay, so Revy wasn't quite expecting that! So, it comes with a rather loud squeak of surprise when she finds herself being filled from both sides. Leave it to a Skreek to aim for that area, she realizes with amusement. Still, it's not like it feels bad and soon she's giggling like a loon, arching, and enjoying the very full sensation as she sort of bounces.

The two men don't even try to maintain a common rhythm. Crause is rather fast and Strafe rather slow. They eventually work their way out of the dance mob though.

Which is no mean feat of coordination. It probably helps her legs hold on Crause, while her wings sort of hold onto the rat somehow. It crosses her mind they could be trying to kidnap her, but nah, unlikely. Just two young overly hormonal boys feeling lucky they found an Eeee with effectively zero inhibitions.

Balance does become an issue though without other dancers supporting things from the sides, and there is an inevitable collapse onto a soft, furry couch.. which turns out to by a Fnerf vixen that was just lying down on her back.

And a rather loud 'Oof!' from Revy when she's sorta sandwiched, and ends up with two painful thrusts in rather delicate places. Of course it likely wasn't any better for the guys. She's quiet a moment, then ends up giggling, which of course causes her to clench both of her, er, invasive companions.

There is some squeaking and squirming as everyone trying to find a proper position, which has Revy ending up on her side, along with Crouse, while Strafe is on his knees approaching things perpendicularly. It also has Revy's head end up in the Fnerf's cleavage.

Well, at least her head is somewhere comfortable, even if her body is contorted in a weird position. But then, it's hardly the first time that's happened! She also does have to wonder just how many watchers they have at this point! Surely it's not that normal for a club to have a group break out into a mini orgy?

Well, this is The Scab, and having a Naked Night probably encourages this sort of thing. Crause does use his foot to dislodge Strafe though, so that he can get Revy onto her back for a full on vigorous hip assault. This doesn't last long though before the bat pops, but in the meantime Strafe and another Skreek have latched onto Revy's breasts are suckling quite.. intensely.

Revy actually makes a bit of a complaint when she loses half her, er, filling. It's quickly forgotten though once the bat is extra vigorous, and two rats are treating her like a drink dispenser! She's either giggling, or moaning. Even she's not quite sure which right now.

It isn't clear exactly when Crause got replaced. The new Eeee seems a bit more experienced though, rather than just rushing in. The Fnerf is starting to squirm a bit though.

The fnerf it probably annoyed at being used as a bed! "Hey, y'know we might want to give our couch a rest too," Revy remarks now that she can focus more due to less, of, well, an onslaught. She even tries to poke of the the gathering with her feet.

This gets Revy relocated, with a bit of effort, onto a different furry pile. This time of Skreeks. There's definitely on male there that is taking the brunt of it, because Revy is soon filled at both entries once more. She's also a bit smothered in rat breasts! Not as soft as bunnies, but certainly a bit bigger.

There's more 'oof'! Then some rather pleased sounds at being filled. Of course it's another time that will be looked back in horror at, but for the moment, she's just grinding and writhing away while her hands grope and soon it's her turn to nurse on someone.

It's all a bit hard to keep track of. Well, impossible when it comes to the writhing mass of Skreeks, but also hard with whoever her current Eeee partner is. As soon as one finishes, a fresh one takes over. Is she expected to go through every male Eeee in the club or something?

And is this somehow her fault? Surely she's not the only girl here? Well, girl Eeee? This has gone from fun to, well, a bit weird! Not to mention she's likely becoming quite a mess. The phrase of nasty nineteenths floats through her mind.

The third Eeee gets replaced by a Skreek, meaning Revy has been completely subsumed into a rat orgy now. At least it means she's always got someone in all of her orifices, as well as in her hands and feet. It's hard to tell the men and women apart at times, and there are other Eeee involved, just not with her at the moment.

Odd when Yodhinala training comes in handy, and footy, and mouthy, and ... well, things like that. Also in that. And at times rather gooey. At one point she's got seven male rats at once she's dealing with. Not that she minds all that much, it gives her tongue something to wrap around too.

Things to get messy, of course. And after enough suckling, she actually starts to produce milk! But she can't tell if she's facing up or down anymore, and having gotten flipped so that she's face down now, based solely on how fast the person praising Gorphat is moving versus the one praising Inala.

And she's more quiet than not since they're also usually finding ways of occupying her mouth with nursing on a female skreek, or a male. Often alternating. She can't even count how many times she's peaked during this at this point. She's being, well, beyond wanton at times. Dirty as a rat, and perverse as a babelite, it seems.

"I'm stuck!" someone calls out. And there's a general consensus that things have gotten a bit sticky. Some female voice from outside of the orgy says, "I'll restock the shower water."

There's a pause, then Revy just breaks out into a body-shaking giggle! What an absolutely absurd moment.

There's also something else in the air: the tingle of magic. As people dis-entwine, Revy can actually get to her feet again! There's a line for the shower, which looks like a looping waterfall against one of the walls. A steamy one.

Revy's ears flick around, and she sort of waddles. And .... leaks, a lot. Just how many guys exploded in her, anyway? She also tries to find the source of that tingle. Is it just the shower?

The shower is like a deluge when Revy gets to it, and it does tingle, as if there is some sort of magical cleaning and disinfecting element, without the odor of actual soap.

There's lots of Revy sort of scrubbing herself, and spreading parts of herself to rinse as much as she can. She now truly understands the meaning of the term 'feeling well-used'. For as much of the goo she had to wash off, there's even more, well, inside her.

"Move on to the bidet," the rat girl next to Revy suggests. Apparently there's a section where the water shoots upwards.

That gets an odd look from Revy, but she does move over. She doesn't mind being a goo-filled bat; if she did, Nicora wouldn't exist! Still, it would be good to not smell that bad, so over she goes to spread and scrub!

This lets everyone else move up a spot. The sooner everyone gets cleaned, the sooner they can return to getting dirty after all. The area past the bidet is clearly using magic as well, as Revy can see a Skreek getting dried by some force that blows their fur in every direction.

The only risk of such a thing could be ending up looking like a puffball. She also has a moment to check all her body adornments are still where they should be, and thankfully are. Even her internal 'bumps'. And when it's her turn to get dried off, she skips her way into it.

It's like being in a mini cyclone of hot air. And it really does blow in every direction! She'll need to deal with her hair afterwords, but her fur ends up with whorls in it. But it's dry, and the effect is certainly unique. But there are some Skreeks and Eeee wielding combs and brushes beyond the drying zone.

Revy exits looking like a walking ball of puff (except for the side of her head she had shaved down). She waddles her way over to the crew wielding the viscous weapons of grooming. "Be careful," she says, "I've got lots of embedded jewelry. Don't catch those on a comb, that hurts."

The white-furred Eeee brushes Revy's hair and back while a brown Srkeek girl works on her front. Her nipples are still pretty sensitive from all of the nursing.

Also the bars that go through them add to the sensitivity. "Mind the bars," Revy requests. Her nipples also still have drops of milk that come out when there's any pressure on her chest too. "How often does that weird shower thing get used? Is all this normal?" she has to ask.

"Oh, on Naked Night we usually get the demi-mages in," the Skreek in front says, and gives Revy a lick to get the milk drops.

"Mmmff!" the groomer reacts to the smush! She waves her brush around, and once free says, "I think you're done!" She then offers her brush to Revy. "Your turn to get the next one."

Revy snickers and brushes on herself for a bit as she waits for the next person to come over. She does feel clean now, and doesn't smell like a Skreek. Though not that she minds how a Skreek smells usually.

The next one is also a Skreek girl. She's curvy and busty and has pink fur, or at least that's how it looks under the club lights, with black curlicue patterns dyed into it. "Hi!" she squeaks perkily.

"Dye job?" Revy asks of the skreek as she does to town with the brush to try and tame the fluff. She also has a tendency to lick here and there too. To help smooth things out. The fact it's around the skreek's nipples or crotch is purely coincidence.

"They curly ones are!" the rat giggles and jiggles. "The rest is what I was born with. My head hair turns blue if a let it grow too long though! Nobody knows why! What's your name?" She's a very bubbly sort of rat.

"Revy," Revy declares, right before she takes a long lick between the rat's thighs, then resumes brushing. "My coloring is boring. I had to have my hair turned green. It's not natural," she says.

"Revy? Wow, what a coincidence!" the happy rat claims. "My name is Cozy! Well.. I guess they aren't that close, really. But they end with the same sound! You have a lot of jewelry and a warm tongue!"

That makes Revy laugh. "Yeah, lots of jewelry. It's kind of an addiction. I'd add even more if I could think of new ones to add," she quips as she gets back up and works the brush around the skreek's head. "It hurts a bit to get them initially, but once they heal, they feel really good." She wiggles her nose to tame its ring bounce. "Even the one in my nose."

"Is that a clip in ring?" Cozy asks, and actually tugs on the ring with her own tongue.

"Not exactly, I have a re-enforced hole through my nose up inside," Revy says, then reaches up to pull her nose back a little to show the thick-ish grommet in there. "Protects me from injury if someone pulls it out."

"Oh wow, my brother Twicely makes stuff for thingies like that!" Cozy says, wiggling her ears. She smiles, but she's been smiling the whole time anyway. This one just shows more teeth. And she has all of them, too!

"Really? What sorts of stuff? Expensive?" Revy has to ask, ears flicking. She also smiles too, and has all her teeth. Good sign of health, that.

"Nose guards and like.. kinda-masks and curly things," Cozy says, waving her hands around a bit. "Some are expensive.. depends on who he's selling 'em too."

"Well, I'm hardly wealthy. Dagh, I actually sometimes have a job as a, er, courtesan," Revy admits. "At an exclusive club."

"Oh, do they hold your money for you?" Cozy asks. "I sometimes get paid to show up at parties. I jump out of cakes and do magic tricks."

The rat squeezes one of Revy's breast to get some of the milk out. "I do this trick too! Coincidence!"

"Yeah, they usually do. The theme is kind of I'm a slave when there, part of the game and fun of it," Revy says, then squeaks! at the squeeze! "Er, how do you do that too?"

"Well, I'm also a wetnurse so it's really just keeping up the suckling," Cozy claims. "And I have my own kids too, which helps."

"Oh, yeah, if you keep nursing it keeps flowing," Revy agrees. "No kids myself. This is just a weird quirk of my body, I always produce." This last bit is a lie, of course, but she has to have some sort of reason for it!

"Oh, so you've got a mutation too then?" Cozy asks, then takes the brush so she can work on the next person, a male Eeee that laments the shower washed away some of his body paint. "Can you meet me at the bar? I'd like to introduce you to my brother and have sex."

"With me?" Revy has to ask. Still, she grins and slips away so the Skreek can work. She heads to the bar to get a drink and wait. Mostly drink.

At the bar is a Karnor and a Skeek, which are both clearly the ones maintaining the shower and drier setup, since they have a tinge to their auras similar to the 'elementalists' Revy has encountered before: magic users that can only do one thing, but they can do it naturally. Sorcerers. The bartender is a gray-feathered Vartan with a shocking white crest. "Drink?" he squawks to Revy.

"Yep!" Revy says, "Something strong. The kind that puts hair on your tongue." She also tries to lean over the bar to see if the Vartan is naked and appraise his ... virtues.

The Vartan is naked.. but wearing an apron. Probably for the pockets. "Vartan booze then?" he asks Revy.

Revy goes awwww. "I can't see your fun place," she complains at the Vartan. "But yes, Vartan booze," she agrees like the idiot she is.

And so Revy is given a shot-glass full of something dark. It might be red, hard to tell with the lighting. It looks thick, almost like Mateh. "I thought you wanted Vartan booze from bottle, not from me," the bartender chuckles.

"Can't I want both?" Revy says and winks to the Vartan. "I'd kneel behind the bar and nurse on you," she also adds as she flicks out her forked tongue. She picks up the glass and sniffs it, then opens her mouth and downs it in one shot.

Doing it in one shot might have been overdoing it. It's almost syrupy and sweet, but packs a wallop. The heat spreads through Revy's body pretty quickly, making everything tingle. But the buzz is followed quickly by wooziness. She feels like she can levitate off of the stool.

"Whooo!" Revy says as she spins herself on the stool, grinning like a drunken idiot. That bat seriously lacks impulse control.

Cozy arrives in time to steady Revy. "Wow, drunk already?" the pink rat asks, then giggles. "You know, people think they're drunk when they see me sometimes!" she claims.

Revy giggles and leans on Cozy and waves her empty glass under her nose. "Vartan booooooooooooze," she says, and boy does her breath smell like it. "It's gotta kick. Like, in the head!"

"Woo, you can breath fire after drink one of those! But you weigh... next to nothing!" Cozy admonishes. "Can you even stand up?"

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"Of course I can stand!" Revy insists as she jumps to her feet and wobbles a bit. "See. perfectly fiiiiiiine." And dear God, her breath might actually be flammable.

Cozy keeps an arm around Revy to steady her. "I dunno, Eeee always seem like they're gonna fall over when trying to stand upright as it is!" she claims cheerfully. "Did you still want to meet my brother?"

"You bet!" Revy declares as she thrusts one arm upward while pointing! "Onward to the vict ... your brother! Plus, you wanted sex. Lots of sex. Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeex." Okay, so maybe she is a bit drunk.

Cozy guides Revy to a back room, which is even more luridly lit and full of smoke from the hookahs spread throughout. Cozy brings Revy to one in the rear, where another pink Skreek is sitting on a cushion. It might be the booze, but Revy sees two tails.. and also double the usual equipment, one above the other. "'Ey Cozy," Twicely calls out. "Who's the flapper?"

"Oooo, smokies!" Revy says as she makes silly grabby motions at one of them even being far out of range. Then she rolls her head back to the other rat and points!" "He has two!" she declares. "Hiii! I'm Revy. Can I ride you?"

"Err, sure!" the mutant rat says, and also offers Revy one of the pipes. He's quickly aroused by the offer as well, and leans back so his shoulders are against the wall.

Revy sticks the pipe in her mouth as she straddles over him, then just sits down, filling both gate and mouth at the same time if seeing two was accurate. She even wiggles her hips some. She puffs a bit on the hookah. "Your sis says you make jewelry," she comments. "As you can see I like jewelry! Also your sister. She wants to have sex with me." Wow, a drunk Revy rambles.

She wasn't hallucinating it turns out, and Twicely puts his hands on Revy's hips and moves with her wiggles. "Yes.. I do," the Skreek says, and then starts nursing. Cozy finds a satchel near Twicely, and rummages through it.

Revy continues her rambling. "Can you make me preggies?" the bat asks, "I wanna get preggies. I ... ooo, smoke!" She watches some of the spoke she just exhaled. She's grinning, too, as she bounces in the ratlap.

"I don't think so," Twicely grunts. "Willing to try though!" He picks up the pace of his rocking. It feels different having two intrusions that are actually connected to the same man, at least for a mammal. They moved together, of course.

Revy coos and continues to roll in his lap. Every so often she giggles a bit, sometimes moans. "Bummer if you can't. No one has been able to," she complains, "Guess I just can't. Oh well." It's a good thing she doesn't start praying to Inala, that could be bad. That goddess might actually be able to make her a fully functional female! "So, about jewelry. I got lotsa piercings. You gots stuff that fits?"

"I can show her," Cozy volunteers. She brings out.. a seashell? It's the typical fan-shaped sort, but there are clips on the inside curve. "This clips onto your nipple barbels," the girl claims.

"Oh? Sorta like attachable bra, but no support?" Revy asks. "Could be fun. How much?"

"Mmmmm," Twicely says, a bit distracted since he's sucking on one of those nipples at the moment. "Pretty cheap," Cozy claims. "It's a seashell with some stuff glued into it. The trick is finding ones that match." She rummages some more, and produces.. a Saskanarian nose-leaf. It's made of molded chitin though. "This supposedly actually works, in that it you can learn to sense sonar with it," she explains. "It clips in like your ring does."

"Ooooh?" Revy says as she halts her hip rolling. She reaches up and works the ring out. It comes out with a pop. "Lemme see!" she says and makes grabbies at the chitin piece.

Cozy hands it over, and starts rummaging again. Probably looking for the matching shell to the one she just showed.

And Revy puts her nosering on the top of Twicely's head as she works on fitting the weird leaf design into her nose. Takes a bit, but it eventually snaps in, giving her a leaf-nose look. "So, howzit look?" she asks as she recovers her nosering, then starts grinding her hips again.

"It matches your color well," Cozy says, since the piece is black. "You won't pass for Saskanarian of course, but that's hardly the point. She has something like looks like it's made of wire in her hand. Really, this all needs a mirror! The leaf is always in Revy's line of sight of course, blurry as that might be.

"Needa mirror!" Revy declares. Then one ear goes sideways. "Needa hump!" she adds soon after, then really starts bouncing and grinding.

Twicely moans and twitches inside of Revy, finally releasing her breast and focusing on bucking his hips upward. He uses his tails as well, wrapping one around each of Revy's shoulders.

Revy then leans backwards. She grabs Cozy's hips and pulls her to her, promptly burying her face between the other rat's thighs and starts licking. And demonstrating how good a forked tongue is at tormenting Inala's pearl.

Cozy laughs and squirms and jiggles. She's bouncy and makes for a hard target. Until Twicely sees what's going on, and suggests, "'Ow about we do a little change of position?"

"Ooh! Good idea!" Revy says as she uncurls herself, then pulls of Twicely with a dual wet pop. "What do I need t'do?"

"Cozy, lie back," Twicely instructs. "Revy, on your your hands and knees where you got full access to Cozy." He doesn't say what position he'll be in, but it's probably the obvious one.

"Ah, yeah," Cozy agrees and flops onto her back with her legs in the air, toes clenching as if grabbing onto something.

That just makes Revy giggle. She wobbles a bit until she manages to get down on her hands and knees. "Whoo! Let's do this!" the bat cheers. Okay, so the Vartan booze was really a bad idea. And with Cozy in position, she sort of flops face forward; her face landing right between Cozy's legs. She nuzzles in and just starts slurping. Dear gods bats have long tongues.

Cozy doesn't taste like other rats either. It's almost like.. candy? Twicely takes up his position behind Revy, and then pushes in. He squeaks at the tightness, as the upper phallus may be more sensitive than the other one. But then he really starts pounding away, almost like a Lapi. It's different, again because of filling both options at the same time.

Revy's toes curl. She's really 'digging in' to poor Cozy, as if she's trying to lick her nose from the inside. In fact, she might maybe using a little shadow to make it feel like exactly that. The other skreek is getting a demonstration that Revy can work two sets of muscles differently, so is alernating which one, well, grips down as her hips roll.

The nose-piece makes it a bit awkward, but it apparently rubs the Skreek's button in a good way, causing her to squeak and gasp and squeeze her own breasts together. Twicely moans at the squeezing, and actually stops moving to enjoy it better.

Revy has surprising levels of muscle control of both her gate and, er, second mouth. She's able to alternatingly clench and ripple along both passages. Mostly due to all her training under Mave to learn where each muscle is and how to manipulate it. So, her back undulates as she rakes the Skreek behind her. As for the one in front, she's really licking in deep, giving Cozy one dagh of an intimate kiss on her gate, and wiggling her nose to grind that weird clip-plate into her nub. It sure pulls wierd on her nose, and isn't entirely pleasant for her, but the grommet keeps from any actual damage to her nose.

Cozy squeals and squirms, but holds onto Revy with her hands.. while her feet squeeze the bat's boobs! Twicely finally starts moving again. He can't alternate things like Revy can, but takes deep breaths before thrusting hard instead. His shafts spread apart when he does so.

Revy finds a doubly endowed guy is a treat, she feels rather full back there! She'll have to find more Naga to do stuff with too at this rate. Though going down with the rats does scratch the itch of being a bit of a 'dirty girl', so to speak. Also, it makes her miss the brothel a bit at the moment! That was a fun job, even blind while doing it. She's also using the shadow a little on Cozy to make sure her licking feels impossibly deep, just because.

Finally the pink rat cackles and flails a bit, and tastes very ratty... but also a bit like candy for some reason. Twicely moans and starts to gush with each thrust as well, although it takes him a bit longer and usual for a Skreek.

And Revy joins them not soon after when she starts to twitch, everything clenches down, and she actually starts to 'ping' right against poor Cozy's gate. How many rats has she been with tonight? Never mind Eeee. She's lost count.

There's a pause to let everyone catch their breath, and then Twicely pulls out and flips Revy over onto her back! The 'twice' part may not be just about his anatomy. Only this time is doubles-up in Revy's gate, which is.. rather a tight fit. Having two at once in there is.. different.

Well, that makes for one loud bat squeak! It's a good thing she was already worked up and thus quite slick and, er, relaxed there for him to fit both inside. She quickly wraps her legs around him and grinds while he works.

This might be new for him as well, since most girls can't handle all of him like this. So, he moves carefully, mostly letting Revy do a lot of it. Cozy is leaning over Revy's head and blocking her view, mainly so she can nurse on the Eeee, while pushing one of her own breasts into Revy's face.

And soon Revy is both nursing and being nursed on, along with the sensation of pressure due to milk production starting again. It's a bit harder to control things on the bottom, but her hips do roll and undulate. She can't clench as much, though, and has thoughts wondering about if Gorphat's mouth could handle both too.

Soon Twicely is holding tight to Revy's hips, and starts to really thrust. Skreek-style, which is rapid and with lots of angle changes. Crazy, in other words.

That makes for a lot of muffled moans from Revy. She likes crazy an animal-like, so this is juuuust fine to her. It does make it harder for her to nurse, but she still tries.

There might be some involuntary biting from both women, but then Twicely suddenly stops, pulls out, double-teams Gorphat's entry with the same frenetic energy as before.

That makes Revy arch! That is both painful and enjoyable at the same time! She's not sure she's had Gorphat's mouth that far open before. Maybe a Vartan? Either way, it's intense and making Revy arch and squirm like crazy. She doesn't do anything to try and stop it, though, she holds him close with her legs in encouragement!

Cozy's milk also has a candy like aftertaste to it, hardly noticed with all the rest going on. Twicely keep pounding for a bit, then stops to catch his breath before switching over to Inala's entry again and going even harder than before. It's bone-rattling.

Poor Revy, she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to. Good thing she doesn't want to. She's absolutely enjoying it. It feels incredible, and feeling someone else inside her is just shivery. Thoughts which of course just encourage remaining female.

Twicely keeps switching whenever he needs to catch his breath, and then goes harder and faster than before. At some point, Revy gains another suckler as well, but she can't see because of Cozy's chest in the way. She's starting to become super sensitive though, so every time the doubly-endowed rat switches positions, she has an event.

Revy also feels rather, er, open in both her gate and mouth due to the constant switching. That's helped take away discomfort though and make it enjoyable whichever way he decides to go. Bursts of pleasure occur at each shift, the Eeee having a moment of abject bliss and pleasure. She has no intention of stopping right now, either. And she's soon petting whomever else is nursing on her too.

After his next breath, Twicely enters both options at once again. Despite everything, he still fills Revy up, so she hasn't been stretched out. Now the Skreek is in the final leg, going all out!

Revy's hips are moving to match the the rat's speed! She's also still trying to nurse on Cozy too, but that gets interrupted by the waves of pleasure that come in intervals now with the over-stimulation.

Twicely lets out a sound that's not quite a squeak and not quite a moan. It's more like he's run out of breath or gone hoarse! But it's soon followed by his second gush, which makes his whole body shudder.

Revy clenches down, feeling a flood of heat through both entrances. She moans out, arching and releasing the nipple she was suckling. She's right back into a massive wave of pleasure.

People reorganize after that. Twicely snuggles up on Revy's left, and nurses there. Cozy take the right, and also nurses. The stranger takes the middle, and when he slides into Revy she can feel Inala's blessing. "Wow, you get really sensitive," Fluffer notes. "Let's see if I can get you to Lapi level," he then says, and starts to move his hips.

Revy arches, moaning when Fluffer slips into her. She even offers a prayer of thanks to Inala for her gifts, and for helping her be female in mind and body. She also has to wonder what Lapi level is. Though she doesn't think on it long as she's clenching on him, and rolling in time with him.

Fluffer is a cheater. He grinds and moves in ways that send shocks of pleasure up Revy's spine. It's clear that his blessing is bringing out her's. As her arousal peaks, she starts to climax in waves.

The bat's eyes are mostly closed, jaw slack, forked tongue even hanging out some. As the waves hit, she makes deep and intense moans of absolute pleasure and delight. Each one comes with thanks to Inala in whispers of thought inside that growing sensation.

The Lapi keeps working Revy up, making the crests of those waves get closer and closer until she's more or less in a state of constant climax. The Skreeks release Revy's nipples, and Fluffer runs his tongue across one in a pattern that make her milk squirt out, as she has.. a breast-gasm? It shouldn't be possible to feel something more intense than the new constant state, but there it is.

This is new. She's barely thinking now, just lost in a more primal mind and need of sex and pleasure. Being lost in this moment of such intense physical pleasure is wonderful.

The Lapi suckles, but barely has to do anything given how Revy's nipple feel like fountains at the moment. And then Fluffer is nuzzling her throat, and whispers, "Willing Toy, will you come be my pet?" He bucks his hips hard, causing another eruption of pleasure. "I will give you a dozen... no, a hundred lovers in one night," he promises.

"But I'm a slave for pleasure at a brothel. Would I have to give that up?" Revy replies softly to the lapi. The urge, though, is to say yes. "What will happen if I say yes?"

"Then I will take you away to paradise," Fluffer replies. "There is a special couch, and you will be laid back on it, and your hands and feet bound. I will bring you to a state of ecstasy, over and over again, and in between other men will use you, until you can take no more."

Revy whines. She wants to say yes. So badly! "How long would I stay there?" the Eeee whines out.

"Hmmmmm," Fluffer ponders, and bucks hard a few more times to help sway Revy. "I suppose I can't keep you forever," the buck concedes. "So.. until you are satisfied.. or until we run out of men. How does that sound?"

"With expectations of to return regularly?" Revy asks, "And I can continue my brothel work?"

"You can return whenever you like," Fluffer says. "What brothel do you work at?" he then asks.

"A private one that caters to Savanites for the most part," Revy admits, "They tattooed my ears and named me, well, that."

Revy even giggles and bumps her hips. "They kept me blind too, it was ... intense and fun," she adds.

Fluffer rolls his hips in an almost ritualistic way, then squeezes Revy's breasts until she squirts milk again. "Oh? So you want to climax so hard that you go blind?" he asks.

"Well, no, they just sealed my eyes closed. It was fun, and I gave them permission. Nothing was done without me agreeing, really," Revy admits after moaning out loudly as she climaxes again.

"We only have blindfolds, I'm afraid," Fluffer apologizes, and then bites the side of Revy's neck while thrusting particularly deep. She can feel his release as well, but she knows that won't slow the Lapi down any. Fluffer last twelve hours or more with Nikky before, on that same couch he just described.

Revy knows her will is weak and she'll eventually give into him. "I'll be your pet," she ultimately whispers to him while he floods her, and while he's biting upon her neck. She soon shudders and falls back into that mind-numbing pleasure.

Fluffer builds things back up to the all-consuming state of bliss, melting away Revy's worries and thoughts, letting things just blur.

And the Eeee probably even passed out at some point. She absolutely has lost track of time and space.

Hunting has become difficult for Alptraum. After feeling normal for a few weeks after Zoltar's exorcism, she suddenly feels like the spirit has returned with a vengeance. When it hit, she nearly toppled down to her knees. And now both her shirt and her pants are damp. The forest critters, already skittish at night, have gone completely silent now. She needs another exorcism!

Alptraum has fallen over, butt in the air. She's even got her hand down her pants while she starts pleasuring herself with a vengeance! She doesn't even care if she gets pregnant anymore if it meant this would stop! Though she's mainly dealing with it by pleasuring herself until it subsides.

While there's some release, it doesn't really stop anything. And she's out alone in the woods, so it's not like Hexen or someone would just show up! And she needs Hexen, since he's the only one that mollifies the spirit. Scar would just keep her in his wagon, and Zoltar would bind her to the floor while he does the exorcism again. But she does hear someone moving through the underbrush not too far away.

Alptraum tries to get back to her feet and find the source of that movement. While remaining silent, which is not easy.

At least there is a nearby tree she can use to pull herself up. Soon she can see a bobbing light, which pauses now and then, and a high-pitched voice sing-songing: "Night shrooms, night shrooms... uh.. something something yum."

Alptraum crouches down in the tree she's managed to climb. Is this a child? Who is this? She doesn't recognize the voice at all. She remains quiet for now, trying to get a better look.

The light comes closer, until Alptraum can see that it's a glass lantern, carried by.. a Kadie? A live one this time! The squirrel sets it down at the base of her tree, and pokes around the roots with a spade. There's also a bucket full of, presumably, 'night shrooms'. "Doot doot doot," the figure says, partially hidden by its tail and dark fur. Then it stops, it's tail twitches, and it asks, "Hey... are there any ghosts here?"

"Nope, no ghosts here," Alptraum claims, though she does it by casting her voice similar to echo locating, so it seems to come from another tree.

This spooks the Kadie, who immediately clambers up Alptraum's tree! "No no no!" it squeaks, and nearly runs right into the Eeee when it reaches the same branch. "Meep!" it yelps in surprise.

"Waaah!" goes Alptraum and flails her arms, and tips backwards. Fortunately her feet where gripping, so she ends up swinging underneath the branch. "Are you invading my tree?" the Eeee demands.

"Shhhh!" the Kadie goes making similar motions with its hands. "There's a ghost out there," it whispers urgently.

Up close, the Kadie appears to be male, since it's only wearing shorts and looks old enough that it would be more obvious if it was female.

"Yeah, uh, that was me," Alptraum says with a sigh. Then she pings out again to demonstrate.

"Why would you do something like that?" the boy asks, clutching his chest and breathing deep. "You.. you shouldn't prank people at night." Then his nose twitches, and he asks, "Do you smell milk?"

"You're smelling me. You do know that breasts are for making milk, right?" Alptraum points out while hanging upside down. "I am a girl, duh."

"Hard to tell when you're hanging down below me," the boy claims. "And my sisters don't smell like that! Are you a Kadie or something else?"

"I'm an Eeee," Alptraum replies as she fights her way back up onto the branch. "We're not uncommon. Surely you've seen us before. Name's Alptraum."

"That's an awfully long name," the boy notes. "It doesn't squeak well." Alptraum is starting to feel like her clothes are strangling her in the presence of the male. "My name is Gnarf," he introduces himself, and leans over to sniff again.

Alptraum leans back a bit. "My name is fine. It's scary even. A true Eeee name," she claims. "Are you sure you're not a ghost?"

Gnarf reaches and pokes Alptraum's cheek. "See, solid," he claims. Then pauses. "Unless we're both ghosts. But I see my lantern and bucket, and no body so I didn't fall out of the tree and break my neck, no matter how many time Clerry claims that's how I'm going to die!"

"Where are you even from?" Alptraum asks as she bats that poking finger away. "And why are you even out here? I'm hunting, what are you doing?"

"I'm from.. my village," Gnarf claims. "And I'm hunting night mushrooms. What are you hunting?"

"Oh, it's out there," the Kadie says, sounding cautious. "Which way do you come from? What is your favorite food?"

"I'm part of a moving tribe. We live in wagons and move daily," Alptraum explains. "As for food, I prefer liquid meals. They don't upset my stomach."

"You hunt soup?" the squirrel asks leaning in close to sniff Alptraum's clothes now.

Alptraum just sighs! "I'm a vampire, you ninny!" she hisses at him. "I live off blood"

"Bleh," Gnarf says, sticking out his tongue. "That must be boring. Or do different animals taste different? And if you're a vampire, why do you smell like milk?"

"Because my boobs are leaking," Alptraum says, then pulls her shirt up to flash him!

"Oh, wow!" the Kadie goes, and immediately grabs Alptraum's boobs. "Hahaha! They really are!" As soon as he touches her, Alptraum's arousal gets even worse. "They're making me feel funny," Gnarf admits.

"Because you're a guy and you don't think with your head!" Alptraum complains as she arches and shifts. Her pants are now ... dripping. Ugh. She's rubbing her thighs together now.

"Oh, I don't?" Gnarf asks, as he's now trying to get Alptraum's shirt completely off. "We should take our pants off. Are you sure you're a vampire and not a succubus?"

"I'm not a succubus! Why would you even think that?!" Alptraum asks as her shirt does come off. "Why do we need to remove our pants? Then we would be naked."

"Yeah, we gotta be naked," the squirrel says, tossing Alptraum's shirt to the ground and grabbing for her pants. At least her breasts feel a little better being exposed.

"Why do we have to be naked?!" Alptraum asks as she shuffles slowly back along the branch as she bats away at those hands.

"Because.. because.." Gnarf repeats, sounding a bit dazed. With Alptraum moving out of reach, he struggles with his own shorts. It takes some effort to get them off, but he finally springs free while staying on the branch. His own branch looks pretty sturdy as well. "Unng, why is it so big?" he complains. "It's never gotten this big before! I think you maybe are a succubus."

From Alptraum's perspective, the Kadie is at least as big as Scar in that department.

That makes Alptraum's eyes go wide. "I didn't do that!" she squeaks in horror. And soon she's getting her own pants off in spite of her claim she didn't want to. Now she can't stop!

No soon are her pants free, than Gnarf pounces! The branch creaks, but at least he's only suckling on her at the moment. But it feels so relaxing, while doing nothing to abate the rest of Alptraum's arousal.

"Ack!" goes Alptraum and her toe claws really dig into the branch. She stands there looking confused a moment, then she's actively trying to climb on him and push him inside her herself. And when she does, she probably alerts every Eeee for a few miles.

It's an odd position, and the branch creaks and sways once the surprised Kadie starts thrusting. It feels really good, despite the minor risk of falling to their deaths. It almost feels too good.

Alptraum tries something. She really hooks her feet in, then swings them both upside down so they hang from the tree! It's not that uncommon for Eeee. It does make for a lot of swaying though!

The Kadie instinctively twists his ankles and grabs onto the branch as well. He also grabs onto Alptraum, so that he doesn't lose her in the new position. He has to thrust down now, after all. But at least he can still suckle, since the bat's boobs are now hanging downwards as well, and thus closer to his mouth.

"Mpgh," Alptraum manages out. She has to pull up with her legs to thrust herself upward, and thus him inward. "You mush be an incubus!" she claims, "Out here to bewitch me."

"M-maybe?" Gnarf says, after releasing a nipple. "Do you lose your grip if you... uh..." Then he's back to suckling and rocking his hips even faster, causing them to sway back and forth.

Eeee fortunately do not. The default of their feet is to grab. "I do," Alptraum grunts, "Not. If you get me pregnant you have to marry me." If that doesn't scare him away nothing will!

"Is that where flying squirrels come from?" Gnarf asks, and redoubles his efforts! It's enough to make an Eeee (well, Alptraum anyway) go cross-eyed. How can Kadies be so fast?

"I don't .... think so!" Alptraum squeaks out, then ends up drooling. That speed is causing her brain to shut down again! She ends up gibbering.

There's a chirp from Gnarf as he bites down on Alptraum's shoulder and shudders, doing his best in that moment to create a flying squirrel!

That bite triggers the bat. She bites down in her own way too, only with a different part of her anatomy that fortunately doesn't have teeth. It's still got a mean clench, though. And she's in a very happy place.

This means that Gnarf isn't going anywhere anytime soon. And he's still aroused! Probably from contact with Alptraum, as if her condition were somehow contagious. And he's there if she can't hold back her hunger too. "Wooozy," he whispers. The blood should be rushing to his head, after all. The blood that isn't otherwise occupied elsewhere that is.

And unfortunately that means Alptraum ends up biting him. She has to hunch to do it, though, but she does get a jaw grip on his shoulder. And now it's her turn to nurse.

Kadie is a new flavor. She's never had anyone that primarily eats nuts, seeds and... mushrooms. Maybe it's the latter that makes her feel a bit funny. Just what are the night shrooms that Gnarf digs up, anyway? It does make the night forest look more colorful at least. It also makes Gnarf moan and thrust again somewhat spastically.

The bat is careful to not drink too much. Hopefully his village won't notice the bite, otherwise they might come hunting for her. Her jaws relax and she pulls her mouth off. As well as trying to pull the rest of herself off.

That's no mean feat! First, she's pretty well entwined with the squirrel. Second, he's still filling her up pretty nicely.

Well, she tries, and it quickly becomes half-hearted. "Er, are you going to stop sometime?" she ends up asking him a bit lamely.

"Ummm, do you want me to?" Gnarf asks as he further pumps. "I don't know if I can."

"I don't know either. I've never met an incubus," Alptraum admits. "Are you trying to eat my soul?"

"Is it a nut?" Gnarf asks. "I kinda feel like you're tryin' to eat mine." The Kadie keeps on humping, and not wraps his tail around Alptraum as well.

"A soul is not a nut, and I am not trying to eat your nuts!" Alptraum practically barks. "You jumped me!"

"Did I? But you.. uh.. jumped me back!" Gnarf argues, then starts nursing again, which feels really good of course.

Which makes Alptraum whine. "I think you were hunting me, not mushrooms," she complains.

"Or you made that up to appear innocent. While you hunted down an Eeee for your nefarious plans," Alptraum squeaks!

Slurp slurp slurp. "I would have trapped you on the ground then," Gnarf claims, before going back to suckling. And tugging!

"How, I was in the tree!" Alptraum tries to argue, but soon can't as being suckled on and tugging tends to get very distracting quickly.

"Well.. uh.. because I wasn't hunting you, obviously," is the Kadie's claim, followed by a flurry of hip-thrusts that make the Eeee feel like she's been struck by lightning. Very pleasant lightning.

Once more any Eeee nearby might be hearing the sudden squeaking she does. Gnarf probably can't hear it, but he likely can feel it. Also how much she clenches like a vice.

This causes the Kadie to squeak as well, also high enough for Eeee to pick up. He also shudders. There's not so much this time, not for want of trying. Also there's a call from the woods. "Alptraum?" It sounds like Zoltar, so an Eeee did hear her.

"Dagh, someone is now looking for me!" Alptraum whispers to the tree rat. "We gotta split up or we're going to get caught!" She's soon trying to extract herself again.

"We don't have much time!" Alptraum squeaks. In a panic, now its her turn to go into turbo-thrusts.

The squirrel responds in kind, trying for a quick round three. And it builds up quickly! The challenge is keeping quiet this time, especially when it feels more intense than the last two times.

Alptraum tries, but doesn't keep as quiet as she'd like, alas. She's mortified, humiliated, and frankly everything Revy never feels. She just hopes she can finish this before Zoltar finds them!

Each times it feels like it's going to finish, there's another epilogue. Alptraum just keeps bursting, while poor Gnarf just has one more in him, and from the sound he makes it's not entirely pleasant for him. But it does mean his arousal fades afterwards.

Alptraum takes that moment to try and pull off the poor boy, who may now be turned off mating for life. She's going to end up getting branded the camp slut at this rate! Open for everyone.

"Are you alright now?" Zoltar calls up from the ground, holding Alptraum's clothes and standing out of dripping range.

"No," Alptraum whines. "You found me. Why did you have to find me? Now everyone will hear about this."

"Yes, Dagh take it!" Alptraum yells. "This is frustrating, it turns me into some sort of sex-crazed freak that wants to hump everything and leaves a trail of my own goo everywhere!"

"Well, I think you may need to have sex every day to keep it from coming back," Zoltar suggests. "Or maybe get pregnant. Want to get married?"

"I don't want to do any of that! Why can't I just get rid of it? Do I really have to get pregnant?" Alptraum says as if she was told she had a terminal disease.

"Well, I think it would help things," Zoltar admits, and gathers up Alptraum's clothes. Probably so she'll have to follow him. "This is a pretty powerful sort of possession you have. Did you run across a god, maybe?"

Alptraum flaps down from the tree, once she's free of the weirdo squirrel. "And just how am I supposed to get pregnant, then?" the bat asks, probably stupidly.

Gnarf takes the opportunity to flee through the woods, leaving his basket of mushrooms and shed clothes. So he'll probably be back again.

"Did your mother not explain things to you?" Zoltar asks Alptraum. "You just have to sex with an Eeee. Lots of sex, usually."

"Well, I know that part. But the times I've been with an Eeee nothing happened like that," Alpraum admits. It's only been a couple times, but still.

"When I say lots, I mean lots, with the same Eeee," Zoltar claims, and starts walking back to the camp, still holding onto Alptraum's clothes. "See, you have a spirit. And it needs to get used to the spirit of a man before it lets it mingle to create a baby. Like... get an acquired taste for something you initially don't like, like mateh."

"I don't think that's quiiiite true," Alptraum insists as she follows and tries to get her clothing back. "I think you just want to hump me and are using this as an excuse."

"And you've got this other spirit in there too, which may make it more difficult," the Eeee medium adds. "Hard to say."

"Hey, I got rid of it for awhile, didn't I?" Zoltar claims. "I figured you were getting sexed up by the rat every night. Isn't he your boyfriend?"

"No he is not! He just wants to be," Alptraum says, "And he usually likes to use the, er, other passage."

"So you haven't been sleeping with him lately?" Zoltar asks, just to confirm things.

"Well, yes. He's managed to find ways to make them happen even when not using the normal route," Alptraum admits even quieter.

"Hmmm, then it must something else that's missing," Zoltar suggests. He's taking a roundabout route back to the camp, probably to avoid running into anybody. His wagon is usually on the outskirts if they aren't near a town. "It must want something. How do you feel now, after having had sex?" he asks. He's pretty clinical about it all so far.

"Horny and my boobs hurt, feel painfully full," Alptraum mutters, crossing her arms under her ample, for an Eeee, chest.

Zoltar pauses and turns towards Alptraum, and uses his free hand to just feel her breasts. "Have they gotten a little bigger?" he asks.

"Yes. And they make flying harder," Alptraum grumbles. "Even when I don't need them drained, they're ... huge."

"Before, they usually felt better after Hexen drained them right?" he asks, continuing to lead Alptraum back to his wagon. In the darkness, the door lamp is visible now through the trees.

"Well, yes. They always feel better after they're empty," Alptraum says, "And can I have my clothing back, please?"

"No," Zoltar says, and soon they're at the wagon. "They'll just get in the way," he claims as he opens the door.

"You just want to hump me," Alptraum counters as she follows him into the wagon. She can't exactly go home naked.

"Of course I do," Zoltar admits. "You're giving off some sort of aura that makes it hard to think about anything else." In his room, he folds his cot up out of the way and starts rearranging some of the furniture to fully expose the magic circle on the floor. "Go ahead and lie down in the circle," he says, opening a small trunk.

Alptraum rubs her face. "Are you going to tie me up again?" she asks warily while she does settle herself into the circle.

"I'm going to restrain you, yes," Zoltar says as he removes the wrist and ankle restraints from the chest. And the sight of them gives Alptraum a pleasant tingle up her spine.

Alptraum twitches at that. Why does she like the idea of being restrained and treated like a sex toy? What kind of weird spirit has hold of her? She's also quickly dropping wet in ... places.

Once her ankles and wrists are secured, Zoltar undresses and gets on the floor with Alptraum. He starts off kneading her breasts while suckling, to see if it relieves any symptoms. At least that's how he rationalizes it in his head.

It certainly feels good, and makes Alptraum moan softly here and there. It also helps with the feeling of being full, even if the size reduction isn't substantial. She's also oddly imagining the jewelry the dancers wear on their chest, and imagining them on her. She's making a small puddle between her legs.

And then the nipplegasms start up. It certainly doesn't help abate her arousal any, it just adds a new layer. She never had these just from being nursed on before!

Gah?! Where have those come from? Just being nursed now sends her into throws of mind-numbing pleasure.

This also causes Zoltar to lose control. Soon he's plunging into her over and over as hard as he can, and even clawing at the floor with his toes.

Minds tend to blur to more animalistic needs. Less thinking, and more just raw rutting; enough to make the entire wagon rock a little. There's much moaning too, and arching in trained attempts to move her hips.

She's got a certain amount of slack to move her hips at least, since her arms and legs aren't straight out, but bent at the knees and elbows in order to actually fit into the circle. Zoltar tries to keep things quiet by kissing her, but that generally just results in tongue sucking and wrestling.

And impressive work of internal muscles as her gate nurses practically like a mouth upon Zoltar's own flesh. Writhing like a woman possessed is disturbingly accurate right now.

It isn't bad, losing control. But that could be from just not being to really think about it at the moment. Alptraum does feel a little sorry for Zoltar though. He only gets to climax once, while she's already had a dozen or more. But his one big shot finally comes, and it nearly makes him pass out.

She has to admit being able to orgasm repeatedly is nice. It makes every part of her feel tingly and alive. It feels good. Really good. And when Zoltar finally does climax the rush of warmth inside her feels incredible. She arches hard, and muscles milk on the poor boy for every drop before she collapses onto the hard floor, panting.

Zoltar is also panting, and has to pull himself away with great effort until he's finally outside of the magic circle. "So," he gasps. "Did that help any?"

Alptraum does feel a little sated, but not entirely. Her breasts and loins are still aching for attention.

"A little better, but not fully. Still kinda horny and my breasts hurt still," she admits. "Gah, this spirit has turned me into some sort of sex crazed freak. A port for every sort of storm."

"I guess it doesn't matter if it's an Eeee or not then," Zoltar says, and struggles to his feet, then struggles further to get his pants on. "I'm going to get Scar, then look into something," he says. "Just.. uh.. hang on until then."

"Wait, you're going to leave me tied up while everyone in camp has a go at me!?" Alptraum says in horror!

"Huh?" Zoltar asks. "Most people are asleep... why did you think others would be coming? Is that what the spirit wants?"

"I have no idea!" Alptraum admits, "I just don't want the entire camp to know."

"Well, I mean, you're a teenager..." Zoltar says. "We all are, so... it's not surprising. Just the degree." He finishes getting his pants on, and staggers towards the door. "You'll only be alone for a few minutes, I promise."

And while alone, she finds herself rolling her hips at the air in a pathetic display of need. "When did I become this?" she complains to the room. "I mean, I like my breasts and being female, and don't want to be anything else, but..."

Nothing answers, but soon the door opens and Scar enters. "I came as soon as Zoltar told me it was an 'mergency," he gasps, having run. He apparently came straight from bed, since he isn't even wearing his shorts. And as soon as he steps into the circle, he gets impressively rigid. And is he bigger, or is it just things playing with Alptraum's mind?

Alptraum's eyes go wide! As does the urge that she wants that inside her, in either passage! Her ears splay out and she whines, and squirms. Big is good, right? Pushing your limits and exceeding them? Maybe after Scar, a vartan? Augh!

Scar goes in, and really does feel huge. He's already the biggest that Alptraum ever had. "Oof, yer boobs are almost as big as my sister's now," the Skreek notices, but can't just squeeze them as he starts thrusting his hips.

Alptraum squeezes her eyes shut. She feels utterly humiliated by this, by being such a slave to hormone and base need. But what can she do other than work her way through. And dagh, does him being huge feel good. She's clenching on him needily, and hip-rolling.

One of the nice things about Scar is that his stamina matches her own in this state. And when he really starts to rut, Alptraum can barely think. But she does notice that she's being nursed on when those climaxes start to hit. But unless Scar is bent over double, it can't be him!

Alptraum's eyes have to open between those weird climaxes just to see who is doing that? She's also rolling hips like mad, and admitting to herself she really likes big guys that completely fill her.

"Ack, you're here too?" Alptraum blurts out in shame and horror! She really is becoming the camp tail.

The fox just puts a hand against Alptraum's cheek in reply, just as she gets hits by double climaxes coming from both men's efforts.

And the squeaking that comes from that is epic. So is the waves of pleasure that leave her practically blind!

This goes on for.. quite some time! Zoltar eventually returns though, but is barely noticed. Scar is starting to pant from his efforts, since going all out like this is a far cry from his usual lovemaking.

Ignored up to the point that Alptraum makes him get back involved. There was one option left, and Alptraum ends up having her muzzle around Zoltar since Scar has her lower area and Hexen has her chest. In spite of her own horror at it, the bad does start a three part orgy.

Zoltar doesn't resist! "I found something.. that.. uhng.. might.. help," he stammers out. Due to how he's occupied, Hexen is able to take over for Scar while the rat recovers a bit. But this also means both breasts are occupied, one by the Skreek and the other by Hexen, who is short enough to handle it while still pumping his hips.

Now things feel really good. She's managed to occupy most of her body all at once. She feels humiliated by what she's doing, especially where Zoltar is. But at the same time she's not about to let him go, either. She needs it, and him, right where he is. Her body craves male release in all places. Ugh.

The position is awkward, but Zoltar does manage to move his hips by holding onto Alptraum's head. Things change slightly when Hexen climaxes though, since the fox is always on something of a hair trigger. It eases things. Even her breasts run dry for the moment, although that doesn't stop the suckling.

And there's hip arching when she feels the warm flood, and a soothing more of the need. And even dry, though, nipple suckling still feels good. And she's still sucking on Zoltar too, trying to make him release and feed her his essence.

The medium runs hot, and doesn't last much longer against the ministrations of Alptraum's tongue. He makes an almost pathetic sound when he gives up his essence. At least that helps with Alptraum's other hunger for a bit.

And Alptraum gulps, greedily. It doesn't taste like blood, of course, but it's just as satisfying. Worse, she's enjoying the taste, too. Her mouth only lets go once she's sure he's dry.

Like an emptied water skin, Zoltar collapses. "So... feeling better?" he wheezes.

"Yes," Alptraum wheezes, feeling very full, in multiple ways. And drooling, from both ends.

"I think Hexen must have been with you when the spirit.. uh.." Zoltar says, sort of waving one hand about. "Did its thing. So, you might have been having sex with him when it happened, or his desire manifested it."

"Nonono!" Hexen counters, finally releasing the nipple (but still massaging the breast). "Not my fault! I can't conjure a spirit!"

"Well, then you may have manifested it yourself, Alptraum," Zoltar suggests. "As a reaction to maybe repressing your love for Hexen?"

"It's yer desire to hump me without end that's fueling this!" Alptraum insists. "I didn't summon anything! I'm not a pervert!" She really is, though. Denial.

"Well, it could have been something else," Zoltar admits. "But clearly Hexen is the key. You just have to have sex with him to abate the... symptoms."

"Of course you'd like that," Alptraum says, grumpily. "Next you'll want me to be your girlfriend."

"But.. aren't you?" Hexen asks. "You're the only girl who's my friend, I mean.."

"No, she my girlfriend," Scar claims. "She like me best, even when she not all hot and bothered."

"In the sense you want me to be exclusive and end up marrying you!" Alptraum grumbles.

"In that case, let me try to get you pregnant," Zoltar suggests. "If that doesn't work long term, we can keep Hexen as a pet."

"What? No! You aren't marrying this mystical weirdo!" Hexen declares. "Maybe he put this curse on you in the first place. Before you met him."

"I guess? I dunno. Maybe I just need to get stinky every so often," Alptraum retorts.

"Maybe I should just bet myself sewn closed down there to stop this," Alptraum mutters, softly.

"I don't curse people," Zoltar insists, then nods to Scar. "Yeah, when it gets bad. Once a day should do it. The danger is that the longer she goes without, the more intense things get. This time she was actually putting out some sort of aura that makes you lose control. The circle of protection here blocks it."

"So, I'm really protecting the camp by having sex with her?" Hexen asks, ears perked.

"Yes you were," Zoltar says. "I tested it! Outside the circle, I was.. mostly fine. Just my normal horniness. But once I was inside, I had to hump you until... well, until I injured my back or something. And now the aura is gone."

"You're making that up. I'm not some radiant sexpot!" Alptraum insists. She doesn't admit she likes that idea.

"Mmmmm, you been radiant for a while now," Hexen admits. "I mean, you were just.. Alptraum.. until after that time we went into those ruins with the crazy girl. Then you got boobs and hips and... you got your urges."

"That has nothing to do with it. That girl just claimed she was a Goddess and a relative," Alptraum huffs. "She was just nuts."

"A relative?" Zoltar probes. "Like.. did she say that you were a goddess then?"

"Or Hexen is your priest," Zoltar says. "I brought you a shrine to Inala. I thought maybe if you made offerings to it it would fix things."

Why does that name sound familiar? And give her weird desires? Alptraum blinks at that. "Well, I suppose it can't hurt for me to take that home."

"It's a shrine, I don't know if Inala actually watches," Zoltar notes. "But then, she could be watching now, if this is her doing and not just some other spirit or illness."

Alptraum just sighs. "Fine. I guess that's better than say, a goddess of disease or something. Can you imagine that?" Alptraum asks, and shudders.

"I don't remember Alptraum bonking her head or anything," Hexen says. "But clearly it's due to her boobs! The milk makes her horny, unless I suck it out. Because... uh... I can't hump her AND suckle at the same time or something."

"Oh.. maybe it is Gorphat," Zoltar says. "I don't know if there's a shrine to her available in camp though."

"Yeah, me!" Hexen volunteers and starts nursing again. It feels nice, but there's no milk.

The mention of that name actually spurs a surge of desire in Alptraum briefly. That makes her blink.

"A young and crazy girl though.." Zoltar ponders. "I mean, that could be Barada, since she's young, or Blakat, since she's crazy. What color was her hair?"

Hexen sucks anyway, until Alptraum has another nipplegasm, despite not having the super-cravings anymore.

And thus comes the shuddering and intensity. Not that it feels bad, but ... what is going on?

Hexen starts to move his hips again while suckling. Scar seems upset by this. "But, you still want to have sex wi' me, right?" the rat asks Alptraum.

"Alright," Scar says, sounding happy. "I'm fine wi' you having two boyfriends then," he claims.

"Hey, what about me?" Zoltar asks. "I mean, we haven't tried without you being bound to the floor.."

"Just as long as you keep, er, using both. Like how each one feels different," Alptraum admits. "And fine, you too I guess."

"You just gotta... oh, hey, can you untie her now?" Hexen says as he builds up steam. Even without being hyper-aroused, it's still pleasurable, and causing Alptraum to breathe faster as well."

Alptraum mphghs. "You're all going to turn me into the camp tail," she complains.

"Nah, we just like you," Scar says, and kisses Alptraum. "You're the only girl our age that isn't a scary Khatta or my sister, too."

"And I let you hump me daily," Alptraum mutters. As much as she complains, she's enjoying it, a lot.

Alptraum also looks at Zoltan and says something in vocal range only he can hear. "And I guess we can try to get you to knock me up," she says.

"Fine if you go for a vixen, I guess the weird exorcist kin knock me up," Alptraum huffs at Hexen.

"Well.. for now you have three attentive men," Zoltar says. Not two men and a fox, but three men. "I that so bad?"

"Can be! It gets weird. Makes it so I can't ignore that I'm a girl," Alptraum mutters. Never mind she likes being one. A lot. She just doesn't want to admit it.

"What's wrong wi' being a girl?" Hexen asks as he pumps away. "I'd be a girl if I could," he admits.

"You would not," Alptraum says, "And it's hard. You have mood swings, periods, and can get preggers. Periods suck."

"Not true! Haven't you seen the Radovah girls fight? They're worse than guys are," Alptraum points out. "Much meaner!"

"I'm an only child," Hexen points out. "Wait.. you saying I'd be so pretty they'd get jealous?"

"No, you'd probably jus look like a toad," Alptraum insists, smirks, then ends up having a sudden orgasm due to his movement.

"Short girls can be pretty," Scar claims. "Saw some Skeek girls last town. Short an pretty. Petite."

And of course Alptraum has another orgasm at the rush of warmth! No wonder there are so many children in the world when it feels this good to do the act to make them.

Hexen falls forward, face-first into Alptraum's bosom. Meanwhile, Zoltar and Scar start to undo the straps holding her down to the floor.

Once Alptraum's hands are free, she actually grabs Scar and pulls him close, and her mouth over his flesh, and starts nursing on him like mad. It was an urge that came out of the blue, she wanted rat essence.

The Skreek squeaks in surprise. It isn't something Alptraum usually does with him, but he doesn't exactly struggle. All while Hexen is still stuck in her. Zoltar, meanwhile, lights some incense to try and overcome the musk saturating the air.

And the bat holds onto the rat's hips. She's really nursing on him, and her tongue, long and flexible, is wrapping and massaging him. He's quite the mouthful, but she's not giving up.

He's soon fully aroused by it, and squirming his hips as much as he can. Scar is also moaning quite a bit, even though it's a high-pitched moan. Alptraum doesn't know anyone with a deep moan.

And with some work, the bat is able to get her nose pressed right up against him, which means she's got all of him in her mouth (and possibly throat). Short movements once she accomplishes that. Mostly she's just using her tongue. It's an odd urge, and she can't stop herself.

"Gods.. which one do pray to for this?" Scar asks. Zoltar points to the box with the shrine in it.

Is this an Inala urge? The bat really isn't thinking too much on it, she's just trying to satisfy some sort of weird need right now. The sounds of slurping are ... loud.

Soon the rat is giving his donation to Alptraum's shrine with a shudder and moan. He babbles while moaning too, which is new.

And the bat has some sort of pleasure response. Not like the orgasms from earlier, but it still feels good somehow, the blooming warmth. And before she knows it, she's, well, slurped it all down and shudders. Then she releases him and pulls her mouth off. "Ugh," she whines.

"I don't know how any of us can still move," Zoltar says, sort of propping himself up in the corner. Alptraum feels.. well, full of energy in contrast.

Alptraum slowly sits up, and at least doesn't feel horny anymore. Nor does her chest hurt. "Well, I feel better," the bat claims, then looks at the others. Then she's wondering if the kadie was right. Is she some sort of succubus? She got energy from that after all.

The men are not in such good shape, lying slumped around Alptraum. Hexen is blowing bubbles from his nose, but looks very happy.

"Right, so ... I'm going to get dressed and go home," Alptraum says as she gets to her feet, and goes hunting for her clothing. Her ears burn with embarrassment. Why does she do this? Where are these impossible to resist urges coming from?

Revy can't move, once she's able to focus on her environment. Twicely and Cozy carried her to Greytown. By then she could stand and walk again, as her legs had stopped shaking. Entering Paradise was nearly overwhelming with the lights and activity. She finally got to sit down near the dance floor, which was full of Skreeks for the most part. "I'll be right back," Fluffer promises before vanishing.

Revy is squinting at all the light and shielding her eyes some. Dagh, she wants to visit the brothel and have her eyes re-sealed, the light in here actually hurts and she's fine with just her ears working! As she squints and blinks, she looks around at all the dancers and those gathered. A place she knows well, yet feels different just by being Revy in here.

Some of the dancers come over to greet Cozy and Twicely, who seem to be well known. One of the Skreek girls is even one of Cozy's baby sitters, apparently. She's dressed in a tiny skirt and nothing else. A few of the Skreek men actually recognize Revy from the brothel too. "'bout time you came here," one boy says. "It's the ultimate party! Plus, there's like, gambling and massages too."

"What, I like working at the brothel you know!" Revy calls back, "Feels like I belong there. I make money too, instead of lose it!" She even sticks out her forked tongue, playfully.

"Well, some anyway. Mostly I just really enjoy it," Revy admits, grins, and shrugs. She's still squinting too. "Could actually just sell myself to 'em!"

"You can't actually sell yourself to a brothel can you?" the Skreek asks, surprised. "Do they buy guys too?"

"I dunno," Revy admits, shrugs. "Maybe? I imagine it's really just sort of a contract agreement of some sort."

A bunch of Kavis show up, pulling a familiar 'couch', which is more like a saddle. With straps. She remembers Nikky being strapped to it for hours. And she wasn't even particularly horny, just blessed.

The sight of the saddle just makes Revy giggle, a lot. Nothing wrong with being strapped to it for hours, at least in her opinion. Pleasant memories and all.

Fluffer is close behind, and plops himself in Revy's lap. He holds up a black velvet blindfold that actually has sequins sewn into it. "My sister swears by this one," the bunny notes, waggling the blindfold.

Revy pokes out her tongue. "Kinda gaudy!" Revy declares as she peers at the blindfold. But then the bad shrugs, grins, and licks his nose. "Works for me, though!" she adds, and does indeed close her eyes.

"Well, you are kinda gaudy too," Fluffer notes as he ties the blindfold in place. Then he kisses her, which gets her juices flowing again.

Revy hmphs at being called gaudy! And she counters it by getting forked tongue into play when he kisses her! She also grabs his butt.

After the kiss, Revy feels lots of small hands on her. Must be the Kavis! They're pulling her off the chair and over to the saddle. This means Fluffer has to get out of her lap though.

All those hands make Revy squirm and twist in ways that are almost kavi-like! Her ears are flicking about too as she lets the sound paint the room so she knows where things, and people, are. So, she actually does manage to move gracefully over to the saddle.

Sonically, the area is a mess. There's the ceiling, but all of the people moving around makes it hard to pick out anything in particular. But then she's being strapped in! And then Fluffer is on top of her and inside of her, and she remembers what's coming.

Revy coos out, arching when she feels bunny becoming part of her. "Still claiming me as your pet?" she teases him in a soft vice. "You don't even know my name."

"Your name is Willing-Toy," Fluffer says while nuzzling at Revy's throat. He's not working alone this time either: the Kavi are massaging her. And playing with her breasts as well.

Being called that makes Revy giggle and her ears heat up. It's not wrong, either. It's the name she let the Savanites etch into her skin in a way she can't hide it at all. "That's right, it's the name they gave me, sort of my true name," she admits, softly. Being touched all over feels really nice, too.

The rabbit begins to work his hips, grinding against other sensitive bits. Two Kavi tongues tease her nipples as well, causing her milk to start flowing. Then the pair are suckling.

Revy's jaw parts, as she pants softly. The feeling of being taken, secured, and unable to resist what others wish to do really ramps up her libido. The bat is already drooling some, from above and below.

Fluffer begins to work his magic, bringing Revy into that euphoric cloud of orgasmic sensation. And he keeps her there!

Revy relaxes into the bliss, feeling waves of pleasure as the rabbit works his magic upon her. Roll after roll, the touches, the nursing. It's utter bliss.

There's a moment of emptiness, as Fluffer pulls out and a Skreek takes over. Revy can tell the difference! But because of the state she's in, his thrusts cause waves of pleasure to pass through her.

Revy gasps out when Fluffer leaves her. The emptiness is almost agony, and then it's filled. She cries out, softly, back arching, jaws hanging open, forked tongue hanging out.

The Skreek catches the tongue in his mouth, then turns it into a deep kiss. Revy can feel her milk starting to squirt again as she has a nipple-based orgasm.

Revy mmphs into that kiss, forked tongue wrapping about rat one. Inner muscles clench and squirm as she's suddenly hit by more waves of pleasure simply by being nursed on. "Inala, did you do this to me? Make it so being nursed on causes this bliss?" the Eeee wonders.

The only answer Revy gets is a splash from the Skreek! But there's no time for the man to bask in it, as he's quickly replaced by Fluffer again.

The flood of warmth makes the bat moan softly. And when she's entered again, her hips buck. "You're back," she giggles softly. "You know with me tied down it's not like I can escape you now. Not if you just decided to keep me."

"Do you want to escape me?" the Lapi churrs and rolls his hips. "I'm blessed by Inala you know. You can become part of my harem!"

"I don't particularly want to escape right now, no," Revy admits as her hips roll. "There are times just being a pleasure toy is exquisite."

"You're more than that," Fluffer insists, as he works to bring her back up to her plateau. "I'm sure you have a lovely singing voice from the sounds you make."

Revy laughs. "Never tried," she admits as she feels the pleasure surging once more. Soon she cannot speak again, only moan and coo.

Once Revy is back up to that plateau, she barely notices when Fluffer swaps out for someone else. An Eeee this time. A very eager Eeee, who bites Revy's neck (in a non-vampire fashion) as he pounds away at her.

The bite makes for a loud squeak! A squeak that rapidly fades into the wanton moaning. And squirming, at least as much as she can given where she is. She can't even focus enough to tell if she knows the Eeee!

Given the number of male Eeee in Club Paradise, it's unlikely she'd know any one of them... unless they say her name. After all, nobody here knows her as Revy! But soon the pounding is sending her over the edge again! And then her partner is slow and sensual, taking time to nurse on her even. It may already be somebody else. He feels... Skreekish. Is Fluffer going to have her go through every male in the club?

If so, she's not sure she'd survive that! That would be crazy! She tries to focus and see if there was indeed a swap. How can that happen and she not even be aware of it? Is she really that out of her mind?

Her current partner is nibbling on her ears as she rocks smoothly in and out of her. Long whiskers, so definitely a Skreek. Just one that's not in any hurry apparently.

Well, there was a switch then! Huh. She has the urge to grab his whiskers for some reason ... but she's restrained so she can't. Egad, that's frustrating! One that lasts but a brief time, though as soon she's back to not thinking when everything hits her and she squeals, curls her toes, and arches.

This guy takes awhile before he pops, and he kisses her too before pulling out! A real gentleman.

If that's what counts as a gentleman here? Er, wow. Usually she'd get a dinner at least! Though a dinner here could mean a lot of rather uh, risque things. At least she slowly can relax and calm herself for a moment.

Well, the moment doesn't last long, and the next man is.. tickly. Feathers against her chest! And feels very different sliding in, so not a Vartan, but not small... a Korv?

That makes Revy blink a few times, then look at him. "Uh, hello there?" she says in a bit of a surprise! He sure feels different than anyone else. So, hey, something new! She's feeling him up, but not with her hands, but with her gate.

"Hiya!" the avian replies. She can feel talons on her legs. "Pretty hair. You're a shiny batbat." There's a bit of a squawk to the words. He doesn't feel... well, mammalian. But also not like a Naga. But once he starts to really thrust, it doesn't matter so much. "Got some talent down there, dontcha!" he squawks.

Revy should be surprised, but ... she is decorated. They probably like that. "I am very skilled down there," she even huffs, and demonstrates with disturbing precision how much muscular control she has down there. It's more fun, too, than when Mave had her moving marbles with her arms tied behind her and having to just use, well, that.

The Korv has some muscular control as well, as he can bend things a bit. He doesn't pant or huff, but he does tickle Revy's nipples with his feathers.

"Eeeheehee!" goes Revy at that. Even if her nipples weren't always at attention thanks to the bars in them, they sure would be now!

This also makes them squirt a bit, which makes the bird squawk in surprise.. and start to actually thrust harder.

That squirting is ... weird, even if it feels nice. What is going on with that? The harder thrusting, though keeps her from thinking far too much about it.

The bird goes at for quite some time, eventually starting to spurt. Several times in a row, instead of all at once. "Ahhh, bat-bat-bat..." he squawks while it happens.

That repeated squawk makes Revy giggle! She also milks him with rolling clenches down below. She's also trying to keep him there because he feels different.

He keeps wiggling around inside of Revy, apparently not having the fading issue most men do. It's sort of like having a finger that keeps curling in a come-hither motion, which keeps setting her off.

That also makes Revy giggle and squirm like a loon! She rather likes this! She grips as if trying to keep him there as long as she can.

Other things are happening while Revy holds onto her bird. She's being sponge-bathed, probably by the Kavis. They even clean up between her legs while the Korv is still plugged in, squawking in complaint.

Well, at least she won't be too stinky! But she oddly doesn't want her insides cleaned out right now. She put a lot of effort into getting gooed, wahsing it out seems anticlimatic! So to speak.

Bird boy seems content to wiggle his willy for now, but once the cleaning crew is gone, he starts actually thrusting again. Hard this time, since he can't go very deep.

And that leaves Revy grunting again as she builds back up to more mind-melting fun time!

She's come down a bit, so instead of a continuous orgasm with sudden peaks, it's back to just 'regular' explosive spasms. The crow has found the most sensitive spot, and is focusing his efforts there. The feathers against her orb don't hurt either. She'll never be able to look at a feather-duster the same way again.

And she'll probably use them in ways that would scandalize the help staff. If she had help staff and wasn't the staff. She also likes thinking about staffs right now. Especially ones inside her.

The Korv actually flaps his wings as he releases this time, for the duration. Now Revy does hear him gasp a bit, and his heart is thudding loudly.

Revy is panting, and she realizes she had best let him go, so she finally, but reluctantly, relaxes down there.

The bird has passed out, so it takes several of the Kavi's to lift him off. "So, holding up?" Fluffer whispers into Revy's ear. "Or ready for the next level?"

"Do your worst!" Revy cackles, and wiggles her toes. Guess that means she's holding up fine.

The bench creaks as her next client puts his weight on it. "You say stop if it hurt," the man skrawks. A Vartan! And he's pushing into her slowly, which is good, because it is a stretch.

"Hah, a little pain is part of the fun," Revy hisses out through clenched teeth. Oof, is he a stretch, but he's not the first vartan she's been with. She had one at the brothel too, and knows she can take 'em! She's not about to wimp out now.

He just keeps going and going and going. How long is he? Or does it just feel that way. Then he's pushing past the cervix, and that sends Revy to a different sort of paradise.

"Arghblah!" goes Revy. That both hurt and felt wonderful at the same time! She might walk funny after this, but Dagh take her if she doesn't give up or wimp out! "Don't you dare stop," she hisses at him.

So, the big horse-bird doesn't stop, but keeps going. Now Revy is really being stretched, but he does stop eventually before anything can tear. Then comes the slow withdrawal before a powerful thrust!

Revy's toes splay as her expression is, well, different! She's groaning a lot, both on the in, then that slow out. The thrust that follows, though, that earns one very high pitched squeak and shudder! "Like that!" she cackles.

The Vartan moves straight, no rolling, as he pistons into the Eeee. He does start to pull out faster after a bit, sometimes dragging things until he's past the dilated cervix. The inward thrust starts to speed up as well.

Revy's eyelids droop. "Oh yeah, you're big. I like this. Push my limits," she chitters at him. She tries to roll her hips, at least as much as she can being tied down. She probably looks horribly stretched open down there, but that's just fine with her!

The Vartan starts to really move once things loosen up a bit (although they're still pretty tight). He grabs onto Revy's shoulders with his talons, and starts to really slam into her. She's actually getting pushed up, despite the restraints.

Revy's lips draw back and she arches her lower back. She's actually growling! And trying to clench, but she's a bit too stretched for that. Mixed in with that growling is weird squeaking and moaning.

The Vartan keeps it up for several minutes, before he squawks and digs his claws into Revy's shoulder as he shudders and pumps. There's not any space though, so Revy feels her thighs getting very wet.

Revy squeaks out and bites her lower lip! Ouchie, her poor shoulders. Also, she's pouting he's leaking out! Nooooooo! She wants the goo inside her. He should have used her mouth!

There are a few more squawks, and then the Vartan says, "Ooo, sorry abouts shoulders. You okay?"

"No! You leaked out most of your goo! It should be in me!" Revy complains. "Oh, you mean my shoulders? Yah, all good there."

"Sorry abouts... leaking... den," the hippogryph apologizes, then pulls out slowly. The now airtight seal makes things pull in after him.

Revy makes a rude slurp down there too. "Eh, just use my mouth next time," Revy says to the Vartan and grins at him. She even sticks out her long forked tongue.

"No want to break your neck!" the Vartan laughs, and once he's off of Revy, the Kavi Klean-Up Krew goes to work on Revy's thighs.

"I'll let the next one know to leave some room," Fluffer promises. "He's a staffer, one of our masseurs. You'll probably need to see him later."

Revy giggles a bit. "Might. Dagh, I'll probably leave trail wherever I walk," she jokes.

The audience begins to mutter now, and Revy can hear: "No way, he'll kill her." "You'd be surprised!" "I don't know if I can watch."

She can tell by the first inch that it's a Rhian. Nevermind the that he's clearly standing up and straddling the entire bench. He also doesn't ask if anything hurts, not after that last declaration. So he pushes in pretty quickly, but stops at the cervix.

Revy toes splay again. Her back arches a little too, and teeth are exposed when her lips draw back. "Bah," she gasps out, "You can go deeper than that!" the Eeee says with strained bravado. The Vartan passed her cervix, so in theory so can he.

The horse grunts, and thrusts to get past the second gate. Then he just starts galloping with his thrusts. Revy can feel his breath hit her face as well.

And with his size, it's hard to breathe! And even with him going that deep it's of course not all of him. Still, she doesn't complain and tries to enjoy the sensation of feeling like she has a tree up inside her! Still, it does feel good in certain ways.

This man is a staffer, so doesn't just stick to thrusting. He starts to twist, rocking side to side, just to change things up, before he combines the twisting with the thrusting.

And that moves her entire torso around like crazy. It also makes Revy make all sorts of odd sounds. It's not comfortable, exactly, but she likes it anway!

Is he playing with her? The Rhian isn't consistent, switching his pace and depth seemingly at random, unless he's trying to play Revy like an instrument, seeing what sounds she makes each time.

Revy is quite capable of a wide range of sounds, and some beyond the hearing of most of the guests unless they're Eeee. "I'm not gonna ask you to stop," Revy even hisses at one point, and grins.

"Not gonna, you're nice and tight," the horse gruffs, and then drives the point home literally by driving deep and hard and fast for a full minute.

And that makes for a lot of Eeee moaning. And all sorts of interesting orgasms, as well as ... nipple leakage. The nipple thing is definitely new, and she's not sure what brought that on.

"Hmmph," the Rhian goes, and keeps up the pace to see how many times he make Revy climax, and also because it helps with lubrication.

Revy can climax a lot. Nearly constantly. Sometimes constantly! It usually turns her brain off and she's more like a writhing animal than a person.

The Rhian keeps Revy in this state as long as he can, but does remember to not go in all the way at the end. He's got good control, and penetrates just past the cervix before he blows.

And that makes for one heck of a bat screech! And for one heck of a plump looking bat when she fills to capacity and has to stretch. Well, at least Revy will know what she'll look like if she were with child?

The whickering Rhian pulls out slowly, only to thrust a few more times to really slosh things around in there. He keeps it up until he starts to soften up enough to pull out without causing a vacuum.

Revy makes pleased sounds when he pushes things around. When he finally does pull out, she can't keep it all in, so some naturally drains. Bt when her cervix does close, well, it leaves her womb full of horse goo. That makes the bat purr.

More cleanup! Then some nursing, and not by Kavi's. She can tell by the teeth and tongues that they're Skreeks. And this time she gets four of them! One is soon thrusting into her, holding her hips while a fourth stand-squats a bit awkwardly, nearly sitting on the heads of the one tugging and suckling on her teats. He goes for Revy's mouth!

Revy has little time to think about it. If she did she might regret what she's about to to. Instead, her muzzle opens in time to provide a new way in, and something for her to nurse on! Good thing she actually likes doing that, and learned to like the taste of the results.

Everyone moves at different rates! The suckler-tuggers are different, one slow and the other sucking harder while actually massaging the breast. The one between her legs is going at a mad pace, and it's amazing that Revy isn't still stretched out from the Rhian. Mouth-boy moves his hips too, but is very careful given how precarious things are and the risk of tearing things on Revy's very sharp teeth. Maybe the danger is what makes it exciting for him, because Revy can literally taste his pulse and smell the adrenalin.

Revy is quite good at keeping her teeth from harming anything, so he's not at any severe risk. She's also got her tongue wrapped around it as extra protection even, as she purrs. The others are just overwhelming her in stimulation. If she could just get someone in Gorphat's mouth, she'd be full to her limit!

As if reading her mind, something enters her there! It's not someone but some thing, probably Kavi or Fluffer controlled. It's got a weird shape, which makes it feel ever odder as it's spun around and pushed in and out, also out of time with the Skreek, although Revy can still feel the impact of the rat's scrotum against whatever it is.

That makes Revy shudder! This feels perfect at the moment. Her eyes close all the way and she just basks in all the sensations and scents that assault her. She also purrs /and/ pings on the one risking her muzzle. She's going to end up a legend and/or a story people will talk about for ages. Hopefully she won't live to regret that.

That gets a sqeak out of the Skreek. The ones on her nipples swap out, and this time it feels like Eeee. The one trying to start a fire in her nethers pops, squeezing her waist as he lets out a high-pitched moan.

And Revy clenches down on that pop, milking him out, while holding him tight! The Eeee nursing also feels really good, since she's built for Eeee nursing. It also gives her pangs of wanting children again, but she knows that's just weird hormone issues.

She's certainly not going get pregnant by a Skreek though, not without Inala's intervention - and she already has her sacred spirit Skreek offspring. The pumping Skreek must be light-headed from Revy's sucking him dry, since it feels like he's about to fall off the bench. The risk taker is finally feeling up to moving his hips, bonking into Revy's nose and chin.

Revy relaxes her grip on the one between her legs, and focuses on really suckling hard on the brave skreek as he starts to thrust.

The drained rat is replaced by a fresh Eeee, who tries to match the rhythm of those messing with Gorphat's mouth. With both in sync, it almost feels as if they're one and the same, like Twicely.

And that sends Revy back into fun-feels land of course. All sorts of little explosions of pleasure from the dual stimulation.

The Skreek hovering over Revy's head leans forward more, so she can feel his torso brushing her ears. There must be something that he's holding onto behind her. This new angle lets him move his hips better, and faster.

So Revy relaxes her jaws some to make it safer as she continues her nursing. Eyes close again too as she just focuses on how good it all feels. Her feet tend to kneed at empty space.

Moving her feet draws attention! Someone starts sucking on the toes of her right foot!

That results in licking! The face-humping rat is starting to moan and twitch, a warning of things to come!

A welcome warning it seems as Revy really goes crazy on her nursing, and the way her tongue wraps and curl-squeezes. Why does she like this so much? What is wrong with her?

The Skreek gushes and twitches, making a sound that sounds more like he's being strangled that having a climax. This gets the ones nursing on her to stop and pull back, just in case! Exiting the splash zone as it were.

Only Revy does everything she can to keep any from, well, escaping. Her throat is of course rippling like mad as she tries to consume his essence. She also shudders, the act of doing this in itself is an extreme pleasure.

The rat on top feeds her his milk, and the Eeee also feeds her at the same time!

And all seems right with the world! She floats in euphoric bliss (and a lot of goo).

The Srkeek needs help staying balanced, as does the Eeee. Nobody is pulling out until Revy lets them.

Even with those two gone, there's still the wiggling toy in her backdoor. And then another warm body is on top of her, one she recognizes as Fluffer. Especially when he nuzzles her throat and massages her breasts while sliding into her. "Having a good time?" he asks.

"But are you satisfied, or do you need more?" the bunny asks, gradually working her back up to that plateau.

"I suppose it's up to me to finish you off then," Fluffer says, and bites Revy's shoulder. "Maybe you'll go temporarily blind from it."

"Hah," Revy says, "I am still blindfolded you know." Then she tries to bite his nose.

"We'll see what happens when that comes off," the bunny teases, and licks Revy's nose. "Ready?"

Fluffer starts to work his magic. And may very well be magic. He gets her whole body tingling, and the orgasms start, four at a time: one for each breast and one for each entry. And Revy still hasn't reached the plateau yet.

Egad, this is going to wipe her out! She's already moaning and writing (and clenching in at least two places! How is he even doing that breast thing?

Apparently it just takes certain motions of his tongue, since the nipples are already super sensitive. And when he suckles, Revy squirts into his mouth. She's squirting down below too, making things very wet. And still thing are building up, as she's not in a constant state of climax yet. But it's fast approaching.

Her feet are back to pawing oddly at the air, splaying and gripping at nothing. She's also whining, a lot, and occasionally chirping too!

She finally hits that sweet spot, where every inhale and exhale, every heartbeat and touch is like an explosion. But it doesn't stop there. It starts building on beyond even that.

Good God! He wasn't kidding?! She didn't even think it could go beyond that! She'd be arching into a circle, except she's restrained down so she cannot!

Soon enough it doesn't matter, as Revy looses all control of her body. And most of her brain too! It goes on and on, feeling like she's going to burst out of her skin, or leave her body entirely. And then comes the crash. She's exhausted her neurochemical reserves, and starts to go numb.

"Huurrrbleblurble," Revy sort of slurs out in this crashed state. She's trying to figure out if she even has limbs left, or Dagh, her head! It's hard to tell.

She can barely feel anything, but does sort of feel the blindfold being removed, and her limbs being freed. She's picked up, and being carried somewhere.

Her vision doesn't clear. Even her ears are ringing. She gets laid out on something soft, face down (with her face through a hole). Then hard hands begin to work the muscles of her back. That she feels, as the muscles burn like fire from all her back has been through.

"I can't see," Revy murmurs. She also whines out and squirms. Well, somewhat, it's rather hard to move. Was Fluffer actually right that she could be blind from that?

Surely it's only temporary, until her nerves start working again. For now the focus is on her muscles. Eeee are flexible, but that's still a lot of tension from arch and pulling on her joints from being restrained. It does feel better once the burning fades. She feels a bit like... bread dough.

"Blugh," Revy mutters in pain as she's worked over, limbs moving in normal directions, yet they hurt. Ugh. "You that Rhian from earlier?" she asks.

More hard fingers dig into sore muscles. "Eyup," the Rhian responds once more. "I was wearin' yah. Rare experience."

"Hmmm, not so rare that," the horse notes. "Usually it's just hands and tongues though, in the bath. An' Kavis rubbing their little boobs on it. One said it should be used in their dance routine."

Revy laughs. "Well, I like to use my mouth. More fun, less messy," the bat claims. "And good meal."

"Oh, you want a sucker while I work?" the Rhian asks, checking the mobility of Revy's shoulder now by moving her arm around.

"That's up to you. I can just stay laying here too and relaxing," Revy says. Also grunts a bit when her shoulder complains at the movement.

The masseur must have signaled someone, because soon Revy feels a ratty nipple pressing up against her lips. A milky-scented one, so possibly Cozy.

Revy mpgh? Well, she supposes that's one way to shut her up! So, Revy just goes about nursing while the work continues.

After the Rhian works on her other limbs for a bit, Revy hears, "She'll be ready soon." She can't tell who he's talking to though.

Revy lets go of the nipple. "Ready for what?" she has to ask. She also tries to look around more.

"Dunno," the Rhian says, finishing up working on Revy's left ankle. She still can't really move anything, especially after the massage. "But you're going somewhere with him."

Sure enough, Revy finds herself lifted up and slung over someone's shoulder. Someone that purrs.

There's no response from whoever is carrying her. He certainly smells feline and masculine though, if the purr wasn't a giveaway.

Revy tries to reach down and grab his butt! If she's going to be carried off, she's going to cop a feel of his butt at least! Small victories, right? Also, catbutt. Mmm, catbutt.