Collected Companion Content Corrections

==Rathazul Appearance==
Rathazul is an aging rat[if (!nofur) {-morph}] about [if (metric) {160 centimeters|5'3''}] in height, though it's hard to tell with the way he hunches over. His head is bald and his skin is wrinkled, but the spark in his eyes lets you know he's not completely out of it just yet. [if (nofur) {The only telltale signs of his inhumanity are the two rodent-like ears sprouting from his head, the wiry whiskers on his face, and the|He sports a rat-like muzzle and two furry ears, with a light smattering of fur covering his body and a hairless}] tail poking out from his clothing. He's dressed in an old, worn-down robe that seems to have been patched many times in the preceding years. As you inspect him, he looks up from his alchemical equipment briefly to give you a nod and a slight smile.


==Rathazul menu stuff==
[Services] //tooltip- See if the old rat can employ his alchemical skills for you.
You ask Rathazul what services he offers as an alchemist. He perks up a bit.

[say:Yes, of course, just, ah...] He seems to lose track of things for a moment, his eyes getting a bit foggy, before suddenly continuing, [say:Just show me any items of note that you may have. Reagents and the like, that I can use in my work.]

You rifle through your [pouch], producing what you have for the rat.


//Golem's heart
His eyes alight at the sight of the glowing ruby you scavenged from the husk of that enormous golem you encountered in the crag. After a few moments of inspecting it from different angles, he says, [say:Hmm, yes. This looks quite remarkable, [name]. I'd have to do a bit more examination before I could say anything for certain, but I think I might be able to fashion some sort of armor using this gem.]


//Tentacle Plates
Upon seeing the oddly tentacled piece of bark in your possession, Rathazul jumps back, his eyes wide with surprise. [say:Sweet Marae, what [b:is] that?] he asks, appalled.

You tell him it's Marae. Or at least, what's left of her. The old rat's gaze drops, and he looks fairly despondent.

[say:To imagine such a fate would befall her...] He's silent for over a minute, just staring out into space. Eventually, however, he perks back up a bit, a strange resolve in his eyes. [say:Well, no matter, [name]. We shan't let this go to waste. Let me craft something from this bark for you, please.]


//Divine bark
The soft glow of the divine bark draws the old rat's eyes, and he staggers a few steps closer. He looks almost enraptured by it, his mouth open but no words coming out. A moment later, Rathazul shakes his head and blinks a few times before asking, [say:Where did you acquire this, [name]? Something about it... It's like I can feel the Goddess, right here with us.]

You tell him the details of how you got it, and he nods a few times, his eyes still glued to the bark. When you're finished, he starts up quickly and excitedly. [say:I know just what to do with this gift, [name]. I can make it so that Marae's blessing protects you wherever you may go. Yes...]

The rat suddenly breaks out into a huge smile, looking surprisingly youthful for all his years. [say:Yes,] he concludes with a final nod.


//Purifying stuff
The rat glances over your proffered items, pausing briefly when he sees the flask of demonic fluids in your possession.

[say:I really would recommend not dealing with such things, [name],] he starts out, [say:but if you truly must, at least let me purify them for you. It's a quick process, shouldn't cost too much, and it will remove all danger of the imbiber being tainted by corruption. Well, from the elixir itself, that is to say.] He pauses for a few moments, apparently uncertain about what he has to say. [say:And a similar process should work for any other demonic substances, though I must again advise you not to dabble with them any further.]


//Succubi's delight
Rathazul finds the bottle of Succubi's Delight, and you think you can almost see a blush on his wrinkled cheeks.

[say:Courted by a succubus were you, [name]?] He sighs. [say:Well, if you really must have such dealings, at least be safe about it. I should be able to remove most of the harmful effects from this concoction, though I cannot say for sure that any of them aren't.]


//Mino cum
The rat's eyes shoot wide open when he sees the minotaur cum mixed in with your other possessions.

[say:[Name], don't you know how dangerous this is? Tauric semen is extremely addictive, even in small quantities! If it's not already too late, I urge you not to let any of this into your system.] His eyes linger on the bottle, and he seems to mull something over for a few moments.

[say:Although,] he starts, [say:it might be possible... Yes, if you let me work on it briefly, I could most likely devise a way to counteract the addictive properties... Though I don't know why you would want to drink this in the first place.]


//LaBova
Rathazul picks up the bottle of LaBova, the lewd depiction on it apparently not fazing him in the slightest.

[say:Hmm,] he says. [say:I've encountered this substance in the past. I hadn't thought much about it at the time, but seeing it here reminds me. I could probably remove its corruptive traits, though this would also have the side effect of making its transformative effects less potent.] He looks back up at you. [say:I suppose that depending on one's perspective, that could be a benefit or a drawback.]


//Ton o' Trice
His eyes sweep over your items, not lingering on anything in particular, though when he reaches the little bottle of blue liquid, he pauses.

[say:What is this, [name]?] he asks. You describe to the old rat the creature you found it on, and he nods along, his gaze still fixed on the flask. When you've finished, he doesn't even really register it, instead looking lost in thought.

[say:Aha!] he suddenly shouts. [say:If you happen to be so inclined, I could easily make more of these with the aid of some Reptilum and a golden seed. Lizans and harpies have oddly compatible—] He glances up at you, seeming to realize something. [say:Well, never mind the details. Suffice it to say that I could make something that'll turn you into a... a cockatrice, I believe they're called.] He looks happy with his discovery.


//Oculum Arachnae
Rathazul holds a bundle of sweet gossamer in one hand, the other one stroking his whiskers. His eyes sweep back and forth over it, though it's a few moments before he actually speaks up.

[say:You know, [name], I could do something with this... Yes, I could perhaps make some sort of concoction that would provide all of the benefits of arachnid vision, without causing any other transformations in the subject.] His beady eyes shoot up to look at you. [say:That is, if you don't mind becoming such a... creature. In any case, I would need something to counterbalance the mutative effect...]


//Nothing new
He nods at your selection, though he doesn't seem to have anything new to say.


==Rathazul talks==
[Alchemy] //tooltip- Inquire about his interests.
You ask Rathazul about his interest in alchemy. It seems to take up almost all of his time, so you'd like to hear his perspective on it.

[say:Ah, well...] He taps a claw on his [desk], looking pensive. [say:I was apprenticed into it at a young age. My father wanted me to learn the craft, and I took to it fairly quickly. I suppose it's always been such a part of my life that I've never questioned it, but...] He smiles. [say:But nothing compares to the thrill of discovery. That pure, unbridled joy when you've brought something new into the world, when you've—!]

He seems to realize that he's gotten a bit riled up, settling back down and clearing his throat. [say:In any case, it's crucial that I continue my work. Even if there's no way for me to fix things, knowledge should be preserved and expanded for future generations. I would hate to think that after I'm gone...]

He shakes his head, continuing in a much lighter tone. [say:Such thoughts are useless. Apologies for rambling there, [name].] Rathazul sighs before turning to look you directly in the eye and saying, [say:The simple truth is that there's still enough in me of that young rat who gazed with wonder at the grand selection of multicolored phials up on my master's shelf that I can't help but enjoy myself.]

The old rodent smiles once again and looks up into the clouds with a mildly dreamy expression.


[His Past] //tooltip- Ask about his life before you met him.
You wonder if Rathazul wouldn't mind telling you a bit about his past. He's obviously been around for a fair bit, so he must have a lot of experience with the world. However, when you ask him, the old rat merely shrugs.

[say:I spent so much of my life either hidden away in a lab or off by myself gathering ingredients that I'd hardly say I'm an expert on living.] He glances up at you. [say:There's no doubt that I've read a great deal of various histories and other texts in my time, but with the world the way it is, I suppose not much of that is directly useful...]

You ask if he could at least tell you a bit about his village, how it was before everything ended.

[say:Sorry, [name],] he says, [say:it's still something of a touchy subject. I, ah, didn't see eye to eye with the leaders of my village, even before calamity struck. And when it did, they proved themselves to be just as black-hearted as the demons who tore our lives away from us.]

He glowers at the ground, and you don't think you're going to get much more out of him.


[Hope] //tooltip- What keeps him going?
Despite his advanced age, the old rat hasn't given up just yet, so you have to wonder what's driving him onward. Is there anything that gives him hope for the future?

Your question seems to resonate deeply, and he takes some time to consider his answer. Eventually, Rathazul's hand moves to stroke his chin-hair, and he says, [say:Well, I suppose it would be this place, most of all. In the years since the demon invasion, I've done my fair share of wandering, but all I've come across are lone stragglers and small communities focused solely on surviving. [if (cor >= 50) {Even if you're not the most pure of heart,|[if (cor < 20) {You've shown remarkable valor in the face of all this world's evils|You seem to have resisted succumbing to this world's evils thus far}], and}] you're the only person taking a stand like this.]

He looks you directly in the eyes and holds his gaze there for a few moments. Apparently he finds what he's looking for, as he nods and turns back to his work. [say:Mareth needs [men] such as you if it ever hopes to have a chance at recovery.]


[Youth] //tooltip- Ask Rathazul what he thinks of the kids these days.
Given how much older he is than almost everyone else you've met, you figure Rathazul must have a different perspective on things. You ask what he thinks of the younger generations, or what's left of them, in any case. At your question, he frowns, and actually turns his whole body to face you.

[say:Well I must say, [if (iselder) {those|you}] youths are really making a mess of things. I've dedicated what remains of my life to trying to find a way to save what's left of this world, but what do I find? Gratitude? Any amount of resistance to the deviancy sweeping the land? No, all the rough and ready young folk want to do is... is to copulate with those vile demons! Feh!] He shakes his bony fist in the air, though it drops a moment later as he grows a more contemplative look.

[say:Though I suppose you're [if (cor >= 50) {at least something of }]an exception, [name]. [if (amily talked) {And that young mouse-girl you've brought here is quite diligent, too. }] Not everything is hopeless, just yet. But the fashion these days!]

Rathazul turns back to his equipment, muttering something about \"skin\".




==Latex Appearance==
Standing before you is [latexyname], your latex goo-girl. Her entire body is comprised of slick black latex, right down to her hair, which spills from her head in thin strands. The only break in her glossy onyx sheen is her bright " + flags[kFLAGS.GOO_EYES] + " gaze, currently latched onto you with a look [if (latexyobedience < 30) {of defiance|[if (latexyobedience >= 70) {of submission|that's difficult to read}]}]. Your own eyes trail even lower, sweeping over her " + gooTits() + " and " + (flags[kFLAGS.GOO_DICK_LENGTH] ? gooCock() : "dripping folds") + ". Staring at that dark, smooth skin, you can't help but want to touch it, [if (latexyobedience >= 50) {and you know that she'll let you|though you're not sure how she'd feel about that, at the moment}].


==Latex Talks==
[How Is She] //tooltip- Just ask her how she feels
Interested in her status, you inquire as to how your goo slave is doing.

//Happy (75+)
[say:Just great[if (latexyobedience >= 75) {, [Master]}]! You've certainly kept me well enough fed that I have nothing to complain about. [if (latexyobedience >= 75) {N-Not that I would ever question you.|Keep it up!}]]

Well it's good to know that she's enjoying her captivity. Seems like all that initial fuss has died down, and she's come to terms with things.

//Neutral
[say:Fine,] she says, [if (latexyobedience >= 75) {meekly|in a voice that's hard to read}]. You wait, but no further answer comes. You're not sure if she really doesn't feel much at the moment, or if she's simply reticent to say any more.

In any case, at least she's not openly upset. [if (cor < 50) {You don't want her to live too uncomfortably|You'd hate for her to start getting rebellious thoughts..}].

//Unhappy (< 25)
You immediately catch the dour look on her face, but she quickly hides it, [if (latexyobedience < 50) {[if (latexyobedience < 25) {though the slight scowl left behind doesn't change much|simply pursing her lips instead}]|bowing her head in deference}]. [say:[if (latexyobedience >= 50) {Oh I am doing just wonderful, [i:[Master]]|I... will not complain}].]

Well that inspires absolutely no degree of confidence. You eye her closely, watching for any sign of defiance, but she seems particularly cold, clearly hiding her emotions.


[Goo-Girls] //tooltip- Ask more about her people.
You realize that you've never really understood goo-girls. On the surface, they seem like simple-minded nymphs whose only care is how much cum they can ingest, but some of the things she's said make you wonder if there isn't more to them. All that in mind, you ask [latexyname] to tell you more about them.

She perks up for a moment, but then immediately frowns. [say:I... don't know quite how to explain,] she says. [say:There are so many things that just don't make sense. Don't make sense to me anymore, wouldn't make sense to you.] Your latex slave sighs. [say:So much I lost...]

At length, she continues, a melancholy note in her voice. [say:All we cared about was sun and soul. Everything was just sheer music, and even the spreading taint couldn't touch us where it mattered most. Our lives and our beings were elevated.] It almost sounds like she's choking back tears, but she quickly masters herself, her face going uncannily still.

[say:There's no use thinking about that. [if (latexyobedience < 50) {Not since you tore me away from it all|I am yours, now}]. [if (latexyhappiness >= 75) {But in any case, my life here isn't so miserable that I would...|But ever since I lost that, I...}]] She shakes her head. [say:No, I am here and now. I can't go back. I can't go back.] [Latexyname] simply stands there for several moments, adrift in her thoughts.

[say:I do miss that music, though...] she concludes, her eyes far away.


[Latex] //tooltip- Does she actually like her new body?
Going from a normal goo-girl to what she is now must have been quite the adjustment, so you ask [latexyname] how she feels about her transformation. At your question, she squirms a bit, seeming uncertain of how to answer.

[say:[if (obedience or happiness high) {I suppose... I suppose it's not entirely displeasing, thought I do miss my old body. It|I... I hate it. Every moment I remember what I've lost. My old body}] was far more malleable—losing the ability to change your form is almost like losing a limb. Maybe worse. [if (latexyhappiness >= 75) {Though I cannot deny this one has its own pleasures|[if (latexyobedience > 50) {Though I accept that this is the form you've given me|I don't think I could ever forgive you}]}].]

The latex goo-girl looks [if (happiness or obedience high) {somewhat ambivalent|almost anguished}] standing there before you. You suppose that you didn't quite consider how it would feel for her when you did this, [if (corruption < 50) {but you'll try your best to make her new life more palatable|though you don't really much care even now}]. As you watch, [latexyname] runs a finger down her smooth, glossy side and shudders.




==Ceraph appearance (mostly taken from her current intro)==
The slave-demon bears her red-studded collar as always. However, instead of prancing around naked like she used to, she's now wearing a salacious latex outfit that's as concealing as it is titillating. From the tips of her fingers all the way to her shoulders, she's sleeved in the glossy black material. At her neck, the top opens up, exposing the purple curves of her breasts, though her nipples are hidden away by a clingy, scandalous scarlet bra, also made of latex. It looks as though it would be effortless to tear it away. A rubbery faux-corset hugs her waist, connected to the material over her arms and shoulders in the back. The crimson micro bikini bottom beneath it looks unfit for covering anything Ceraph has ever had between her legs, but it somehow seems to just barely be holding things together. " + (flags[kFLAGS.CERAPH_HIDING_DICK] == 0 ? "Her demonic prick forms a ridge in the tight fabric, its head peeking ever-so-slightly over the top" : "Thankfully, she seems to have removed or hidden her demonic cock somehow, so as not to disrupt her fragile outfit with unfeminine bulges.") + " Tight buckles link her corset to the long thigh-high boots over her legs, the platforms and heels adding nearly a foot to her height. Red stripes run right down the front of them and along the soles, as an imitation of laces.

Ceraph's liquid black eyes twist, the surfaces spiraling inward to the pinpricks of her pupils. Her irises, now that you can see them, are purplish, like her skin, though they're glittery and as reflective as precious gems. As you inspect her, she makes sure not to meet your gaze, fully embracing her rightful role as your slave. You do, however, see her tail twist and turn a bit behind her, evidence of some unfulfilled desire.


==Her intro (mostly just stuff cut out)==
Ceraph strides from around a boulder, as if by magic. Her appearance is quite imposing, but you're secure in the knowledge that she's been sufficiently cowed. The [ceraphbus] drops onto her knees before you, not looking you in the eye without a command. She whispers, [say: You called, " + player.mf("Master", "Mistress") + "?]


==Ceraph Talks==
[Slave] //tooltip- Ceraph sometimes seems a bit \"unruly\", so to speak, so you want to confirm the status of your relationship.
You've noticed that Ceraph can almost completely change her entire persona at the drop of a hat, displaying an almost uncanny ability to disguise her true feelings. That in mind, you ask her to confirm for you that she is your slave, and that she has no inklings of rebellion.

[say:Well of course, [Master],] she says, batting her eyes in a way that makes you doubt her more than before you asked. With a sterner tone, you command her to be straight with you. The [ceraphbus] lets loose a light sigh before continuing to talk. [say:You are my [master], there is no doubt about that. I came to you very willingly, is that not enough?]

While that is reasonably convincing, you just want to be absolutely sure of how she feels. She's still a demon, after all, and it occasionally seems like she hasn't truly submitted to you.

The demoness looks for once uncertain about exactly how to respond. Eventually, she takes in a deep breath and says, [say:Well... This is a new experience for me. I had never met someone who could best me like you did, so when I realized where the two of us stood, I thought it was natural that I be your slave.] She pauses a moment. [say:It's as simple as that for me. I need nothing more, nor do I need to change who I am. I am Ceraph and I am your slave.]

She closes her eyes and nods once, seeming satisfied with this answer. You suppose that she's never directly defied you, so it's plausible enough, though you can't shake the feeling that you'll never truly understand her.


[Lethice] //tooltip- Ask her opinion of the queen of all demons.
You know Ceraph was fairly independent when she lived freely, but you're curious as to her exact feelings about her former liege. However, at the very mention of her name, your slave's expression sours to a degree you don't often see from her.

[say:I don't want to talk about it,] she says, her voice particularly low.

Well you're her [master], so you'll have your answer. At your insistence, the [ceraphbus] frowns, and you think for a moment that she might even disobey you, but with a sigh, she eventually starts up again.

[say:I pay no fealty to her, nor do I have a shred of respect for that bitch.] She sees your expression and blanches a bit, immediately adopting a submissive manner. [say:That is to say, we never saw eye to eye, [Master]. She couldn't hold a candle to you, and I relish the day when you'll finally topple her.]

There's a gleam in her eyes that you're not sure if you should find comforting, but you don't think you'll be able to get anything more specific out of her.




==Holli appearance (a couple parts from her intro)==
The tree that houses Hollicynthea stands before you, a towering titan in this mostly drab wasteland. It looks innocent enough from a distance, but the pulsing purple veins in the green leaves show its true nature. If they didn't, the tentacles cleverly camouflaged in the foliage certainly would!

However, your attention is quickly drawn to Holli herself. The dryad-like succubus oozes sex, her entire body a promise of pleasure to come. Heavy, dripping tits and a fully unfolded female flower dominate her form, but you drag your eyes up to her own, staring into Holli's golden-brown pupils and black sclerae. They're so striking that an involuntary shiver runs through you, [if (hollidom) {and you can tell that she likes having that effect on you|but they soften a bit as you stare into them, proof of her devotion}]. Verdant tresses frame her beautiful face, and a pair of wooden horns sprouts from her forehead, giving her an exotic, almost mythical aura.

//If she's got fruit (taken from her intro)
(flags[kFLAGS.HOLLI_FRUIT] == 1 ? "A large, purple fruit hangs" : Num2Text(flags[kFLAGS.HOLLI_FRUIT]) + " large, purple fruits hang") + " from Holli's branches, twisting softly in the breeze. " + (flags[kFLAGS.HOLLI_FRUIT] == 1 ? "It looks" : "They look") + " succulent and ripe." + (flags[kFLAGS.HOLLI_FRUIT_EXPLAINED] > 0 ? " A very small, strange part of you actually feels proud to have made something like that with the tree-woman." : "")


==Hollicynthea Talks==
[Marae] //Ask her about her progenitor.
When Holli first came to you, she mentioned how she was a gift from Marae, but does she even know her mother?

[say:I can't very well go to her like this,] she says. [say:Being bound to this tree does have its limits. I suppose I would indeed like to meet Mother, though she's a bit... 'temperamental', these days.]

How did she know the goddess's will in the first place, then? Can she communicate with her in some way?

She smiles. [say:Hmm... Yes. We can communicate, in a sense. I am her daughter, linked to her by birth. Mother Marae is the world itself, the wellspring of everything, and even turned, her tendrils run deep. I am but a bud on a branch, but far more lies below . If you knew the full consequences of your actions...] Her expression grows sweet, almost saccharine, and you find yourself oddly unnerved. [say:Well, you would never want to leave the comfort of my side,] she finishes, her voice heavy with sensuality.

You jolt at a sudden contact, and look down to see a teasing tendril snaking its way up your side.

[say:Just getting a bit closer would be a lovely start, though...]


[Magic] //tooltip- How exactly does she do what she does?
Hollicynthea seems to have an incredible ability to grow new life, and you're curious as to how that all works. Is she using some sort of magic?

She considers your words for a few moments, a slight look of consternation on her face. [say:Well,] she says, [say:not precisely. I am no stuffy old wizard—I just know how to do it.]

Well is there any way she could teach you to do anything similar?

She smiles at you[if (hollidom) {, though there's a slight bit of mockery in her eyes| sweetly}]. [say:[if (hollidom) {What, am I not good enough for you?|I'm afraid not, [name].}] It's not exactly my gift to give, so to speak. Perhaps if you were to already possess some ability yourself, I could guide you, but as it is... there is nothing I can do.]

[say:And besides,] she purrs, [say:I would much rather spend our time together fucking you.] She follows up this brazen declaration by heaving her bosom, one finger curled back and resting on her cheek.


[Rooted] //Does she ever wish she wasn't bound to that tree?
She's lived her whole life—short as that time may be—right here in this one spot. You can't really relate, but you imagine that someone in her position might get lonely or yearn for escape. Does she?

In response, the demonic dryad simply giggles. [say:No, not at all. [if (hollidom) {If I was displeased, I would make that known|I wouldn't dream of leaving you}].] She turns to the side, seeming to examine a stray branch of her tree. She doesn't seem interested in elaborating, but you're still curious, so you ask again, this time more specifically about her feelings on the matter.

[say:Hm?] Her eyebrows arch, and it seems possible that she actually doesn't know what you mean. Does she really never feel bad about not being able to move? About not being able to talk to anyone outside of your camp? About being cut off from the world?

[say:Ah. No, I don't feel bad about that, as I'm not cut off from anything.] She sniffs. [say:[if (hollidom) {It's even somewhat amusing hearing that from you—it's much the other way around. Can [i:you] feel the earth around you? Do [i:you] branch out, your fingers slipping unseen over the land?|Don't worry about me, I'm quite connected. Connected to the earth, connected to Marae, connected to [i:you], whenever possible.}]] She gives a playful smirk. [say:Believe me, [name], I am not lonely, though that doesn't mean I wouldn't appreciate your 'company'.]


[Reproduction] //tooltip- Ask about the boughs and the trees.
Holli's been very persistent about getting your \"juices\", but [if (fruits explained) {she's never produced anything more than the fruit that grows on her boughs|it's never proven fruitful}]. Does she really not get pregnant?

//if fruits explained
She sighs. [say:No, [name], I cannot breed in the way you might want,] she says, though you don't know if it's disappointment or annoyance on her face. [say:I am unakin to you. All I offer is my bounty, and if it is not to your pleasing, then [if (hollidom) {that is your issue|I would be happy to please you in other ways}].]

//else
She smirks. [say:Has it not?] She reaches up and lovingly strokes [if (hollifruit > 0) {a plump fruit hanging from }]one of her branches. [say:Your libations go to good use—they nourish me, grow my strength, and[if (hollifruits) {, with time, could}] allow me to bear you fruit. They are my offerings, the Goddess's gift to you.]

//merge
Well, that still leaves a lot of questions unanswered. How quickly do they grow? What exactly does the process entail? How many can she have at once? Does she enjoy \"bearing\" them?

[say:Yes, I do,] she responds, a lively glint in her eyes. You wait for a few moments, but her expression makes it clear that she's either unwilling or unable to answer the other questions. Still... there's one niggling thought left at the back of your mind. Aren't they technically your children?

Holli just laughs with surprising gaiety, covering her mouth with a hand. Seems you won't be getting any more details than that...


[Seeds] //tooltip- What happens to the cores you throw away?
//Requires having eaten 3 (5?) fruits. One time?
You realize that you've always just tossed the cores away after you're done eating Holli's fruits, but those cores have seeds in them. Furthermore, the very fact that she produces fruit would suggest that she's spreading herself in some way, but aside from the general vegetation she grows around your camp, you haven't seen anything that even comes close to her or her tree.

The dryad seems to notice a hint of concern in your voice, replying, [say:Do not worry, Champion, you are nourishing the land.] There's [if (hollidom) {a hint of mockery|a soothing serenity}] in her voice as she speaks, [if (hollidom) {but|and}] you find yourself slowly succumbing to its cloying effect. [say:Your efforts are not wasted, you can be sure. You are a worthy recipient of Mother's benevolence.]

Seems to you like she's dodging the question. You shake your head and ask for a firm answer—what happens with the seeds?

Hollicynthea smiles. [say:They return to the earth, your strength added to theirs. Our Great Mother accepts all offerings. She is the land, and everything that walks upon it is hers. Oh, but I think you wanted something more specific than that. Hmm. I believe there is a saying among mortals, 'A man only begins to grasp the true meaning of life when he plants a tree under whose shade he knows he will never sit.' Something to that effect.]

[if (cor < 66) {Your heart suddenly tightens, and your breathing quickens just a bit|Some distant premonition of ill tidings rests in your heart}]. What does she mean?

Holli pouts her lips and bats her eyes. [say:Don't worry, [name], don't you worry about anything. Come here, I will comfort you.] Her arms extend out to either side, and she gives you a warm smile.

[Embrace] [Reject]


[Embrace] //tooltip- All is well.
You let out a breath, and your body feels at peace. The dryad's arms look like the most comfortable place in the world right now, so you s[if (singleleg) {l|tr}]ide forward and meet them. She lets out a breathy purr as her skin contacts [if (hasplainskin) {yours|your [skindesc]}], and you can't hold back a similar sign of contentment.

But rather than tire you, you find that the warmth of her embrace is actually quite stimulating. Your face begins to grow hot as blood rushes to your loins, anticipation starting to tickle your nerves even before her vines snake up your sides to caress your body. You feel a pair of hands on your chin which guide your gaze up, up, up to meet hers.

Those swirling black pits enrapture you. [say:[if (hollidom) {Share in my bounty|Please let me pleasure you}], [name]. Give me your seed.] You briefly wonder if you would be able to deny this request, if even a single part of you wanted to.
//Lust +50
//Sex options


[Reject] //tooltip- You can't be here right now.
You tear your eyes away and stumble back. You don't know exactly what you've done, [if (cor < 66) {and maybe you don't even|but you don't really}] care—you just have to get away from her right now, seeds be damned.

As you retreat from her tree, you hear Holli call out from behind you. [say:[if (hollidom) {You will return to me, [name]. You cannot resist.|Please, [name]! Come here, and let me make it all better!}]

You shut your ears as best you can and try not to think about anything. Maybe if you try hard enough, you'll be able to forget all of this entirely.




==Izma spar==
You tell your shark-girl lover that you could go for a quick round of combat, just something to get [if (isgoo) {you pepped up|your blood flowing}].


//First time
However, she responds with a quizzical look. [say:But Alpha, you're, well, my Alpha. You've already proven your dominance, so challenging you would be...]

You assure her that there's no problem. It'll just be a short, friendly bout, and it's important that she be reminded about your strength every once in a while, anyway. The tigershark nods in answer, and you can already see some growing excitement on her face.

[say:Okay, Alpha, if you're sure. But, ah, I'm not sure I can hold myself back if we get into a real fight...]

That's perfect, as you won't be either. You beckon her forward, but rather than come immediately, she whirls around and starts rummaging through her chest. Moments later, she pulls out a pair of worn-down, dented gauntlets.

[say:Since I gave you mine, Alpha,] she says, [say:these will have to do.] Without further delay, she drops into a combat stance, something akin to hunger in her eyes.


//Subsequent times
She grins widely, showing off her many sharp teeth, and says, [say:Of course, Alpha. I was hoping you would want to again...] Izma eagerly drops her hips into a fighting stance, apparently raring to go.


//Win
Izma takes a single step back, then falls over completely, far too [if (hpvictory) {worn-out|turned-on}] to continue. However, you see nothing but pure devotion in her eyes, your victory over her seeming to reinforce her love for you.

[say:Please, Alpha, I need...]

She doesn't finish the thought, but you know. The only question is if you'll give it to her...


//Lose
//Health
You stumble backwards, your head reeling with the force of that last blow. However, when you realize that you're still in the middle of a fight and look back up, you see Izma with her arms lax at her sides, a genuine look of concern on her face.

[say:Ah, Alpha, are you tired?] she asks. [say:It's not good to neglect yourself like that. I know how strong you are, but there's no need to take risks.]

Seems she's only concerned for your health, though if that had gone on a second longer, you don't know [i:what] would have happened...


//Lust
Your face is too hot. You look at your beta there before you, and nothing but passion fills your mind. The tigershark seems to notice the change in your expression, growing a blush to match your own.

[say:A-Alpha...] she says, before bowing her head. [say:I'm so sorry Alpha. I shouldn't have tempted you like that when you were trying to fight. Please, let me make it up to you.]

That sounds agreeable to you...
//Victory sex options, leave disabled



==Sophie talks==
[Harpies] //tooltip- Ask Sophie what she thinks of her sisters.
Since Sophie's moved in with you, you can't imagine she's had much interaction with the harpies back at the mountain. Does she ever find herself missing her sisters?

Her answer is a scoff. [say:Those divas? Always a scandal, always a squabble with them. You're just a little bit more endowed]—she heaves her chest for emphasis—[say:and they take every opportunity to tear you down. I'm a lot better off with you, [name].]

Well you suppose the company might not be the best, but is there nothing she misses about her old life?

[say:Hmm... Well, the air's a bit nicer up there. But!] She leans forward, her hands on her hips, her eyes lidded, and her assets on full display. This close, she can whisper, [say:I prefer it hazy with sweat, anyway,] directly in your ear.


[Love] //tooltip- What exactly does your relationship with her entail?
While it's a potentially touchy subject, you want to know exactly where the two of you stand. She lives here with you, and she [i:definitely] shows you affection, but you don't want there to be any confusion.

The harpy looks a little uncertain. [say:Well what do you want me to say? You let me live with you. You've made me pretty happy. You've fertilized a lot of eggs for me, and [if (kid) {we even have [a kid/children] here together|I hope you're not calling it quits there}]. I definitely wouldn't change anything about us.]

That's encouraging, but you were still looking for something more concrete.

[say:Listen, you're more than enough [man] for me. And that's saying something, because Momma Sophie needs a lotta love,] she purrs. [say:All this talking's made me a bit thirsty...] She sidles closer to you, running one hand down her side.


[Motherhood] //tooltip- What does being a mother really mean to her?
So much of your interaction with Sophie has been focused around getting her pregnant, so at a certain point, you have to ask—why, exactly? Is it just some harpy instinct, or does she have another reason for wanting to be a parent so badly.

The matronly harpy actually looks somewhat surprised by the question. She stands there deep in though, unmoving, and considers her answer. You're almost taken aback—she's always been quick to reply, and you don't think you've ever seen her take something this seriously.

[say:I guess... I guess I don't know why exactly. Sure, harpies love to get knocked up, but... It's more than that to me. It's the most important thing you can do as a person. It's your legacy, it's your pride and joy, it's the best way to make the world a better place. I can't think of any time I've felt more fulfilled than when I'm swollen with eggs. It's the best feeling in the world,] she says, rubbing her belly.

Her lip purses a bit, and she seems to almost hold herself back, but then bursts out with, [say:And babies are just so cute! I don't know why anyone wouldn't want one. Hell, save all the cum for me, if they don't want it. I'll have as many babies as I want!] She giggles a bit, her eyes scrunched up.


[Mareth] //tooltip- Ask how she feels about the world itself.
Sophie's always seemed fairly unfazed about how the world has changed. Does she really not mind living under Lethice's dominion, or is she just making the best of things?

The harpy shrugs and says, [say:I don't really think about it often. The demons never really bothered us too much—we're probably more trouble than we're worth, seeing as we're already pretty interested in fucking—so life hasn't changed all that much. We mostly keep to ourselves, though the lack of proper breeding stock did have me feeling a bit lonely.]

Her gaze turns towards you. [say:That is, until I met you, [name]. You're all the breeder I need,] she purrs. [say:I get hot just thinking about [if (pregnant) {the baby you put in me|the babies you'll be putting in me}].]

Her thighs grind together, and you can tell she'd rather do a bit more than just talking right now.




==Milkwife talk (she has one for her default size)==
//One reducto talk
There's a spark in her eyes that makes you think you might be able to get some actual conversation out of her, [if (tried talking) {even if your previous attempt wasn't successful at all|though you're still a bit unsure}]. You start by tentatively asking [bathgirlname] how she feels, though her only response at first is to blink a few times. Eventually, it seems to dawn on her what you're asking, but even after that, she apparently struggles with her answer.

[say:I'm... fine?] she says, though the look on her face isn't very confident. Maybe it's best to try a different approach; you can't imagine it's easy for her to express something so abstract. That in mind, you'll try something concrete. You ask the dusky girl if she remembers anything, about her past, herself, anything at all.

She looks visibly uncomfortable at this. [say:It's... all so... blurry,] she says, her eyes matching those words. [say:It's hard to think about... everything. Everything but milk.] At this last word, she perks up a bit, looking at you with big, imploring eyes. [say:Is it milk time?]

Disappointing, but you console yourself with the fact that she does seem to have made some progress. There might not have been much content in them, but she was forming full sentences. You suppose you could reward your slave for being so diligent, and judging by the way she's kneading her swollen nipples, she could definitely use a milking...
//Bath stuff + Leave


//Leave
You give [bathgirlname] a brief pat on the head and tell her that it's not bath time at this very moment. She looks disappointed, but doesn't argue, instead just nodding subserviently.

[say:Okay,] she says, [say:but if you change your mind, please come back.]

That's the most articulate thing she's said so far, curious. There's definitely a person under there, you'll just have to find the right way to bring her out.


//Two reducto
//First time
Now that she's regained control of at least most of her faculties, you'd like to try having an actual conversation with [bathgirlname]. However, given the dearth of [meaningful] discussion in your relationship so far, you're a bit flummoxed on how you should actually start. After a short period of consideration, during which your attentive slave-girl eyes you curiously, you settle on something simple—asking her how she is.

[say:Oh, I feel just fine, [name]. Thank you for asking,] she says, smiling sweetly. [say:Ever since you cured me, or whatever you'd call it, every minute just feels like a breath of fresh air. Err...] She looks a bit embarrassed at the awkward turn of phrase. [say:What I mean is, I just keep getting surprised all over when I can remember things, and when I can actually put what I think into words. It probably sounds silly, but it really is just so different.]

After the last word, she runs out of steam, her face slowly becoming a mortified mask as the silence stretches on. However, she seems to alight upon something, suddenly perking up with a soft [say:Oh] before turning towards you. [say:So, uh, [name], how are you?]

[Great] [Fine] [Awful] [Horny]


[Great]
No complaints on your end. You're in a spectacular mood, and knowing that she's recovered enough to ask you just makes you feel that much better.

At this, [bathgirlname] grins widely, showing off her pretty white teeth. [say:Great! I'm glad, you really deserve it after what you did for me.]


[Fine]
You feel pretty average. Nothing particularly exciting, but also no disasters drawing your attention. Your state of mind is best summed up with a shrug.

[Bathgirlname] doesn't quite know how to react to this, fidgeting nervously a few times before finally producing, [say:Well I hope things get better. I guess.]


[Awful]
You don't know whether to attribute it to divine ill will or just rotten luck, but things have taken a definite downturn. Knowing that she cares enough to ask does make you feel a little bit better, at least.

Your slave-girl adopts a concerned frown. [say:I'm sorry to hear that, [name]. If there's anything I can do to make you feel better, definitely let me know.]


[Horny] //requires 33 lust
You're feeling increasingly hot, and looking at your slave-girl's delectable body isn't helping matters any. You don't even need to tell her, because the look in your eyes says more than enough.

She blushes, but doesn't back away. [say:Ah, well I might be able to help with that, you know,] she says, tapping two fingers together.


//merge
Still, the conversation stalls once more, and [bathgirlname] starts to look a bit downcast. However, she manages to brighten up a little bit before saying, [say:Well, I guess that's all I really have to say for the moment. Thanks for talking with me, [name], I'd love to do it again sometime.]

With that, she slips off, a slight smile on her face. It's nice to know you can properly talk to her now, though.


//Subsequent times you get a menu
[Past] //tooltip- You're dying to know more about her.
Now that she's mostly lucid, you'd like to ask [bathgirlname] about her past. How exactly did she end up as a slave to the sand witches? What was her life like before that?

At your question, she looks to the side with a pensive expression. After a moment, she closes her eyes and appears to concentrate deeply on something. [say:I... can't quite remember everything. But at least, I remember feeling very lost. There w-was already something wrong, something... I was wandering the desert, and... and a witch took me in. I remember their magic. I remember feeling good for the first time in a long time. I remember losing myself, slowly.]

She shivers, and then says, [say:I'm still grateful to them, but... looking back, I don't know how to feel about what they did to me. They saved me, gave me a life, but... I almost rather they'd...] She shakes her head and opens her eyes, glancing up at you with a great deal of conflict on her face.

[say:Did they do the right thing, [name]?] she asks.

[Yes] [No] [Don't Know]


[Yes] //tooltip- Despite everything, they saved her life.
From the sound of it, she was in dire straits out in that desert. Whatever the sand witches did, it's the sole reason she's here today, talking to you. Even if she had to suffer in the meantime, she was able to survive to this day, and not everyone gets that.


[No] //tooltip- No one should have to go through that.
There's no other way to look at it—what happened to her was a travesty. Slavery is an unambiguous evil, and people shouldn't have their autonomy taken away just because of what others view as "necessity". You're just glad you were able to save her from that.


[Don't Know] //tooltip- It's hard to say without being there yourself.
You tell her that you can't really judge them without knowing all the details. What seemed right at the time might have had unintended consequences, and you don't even know their reasoning for taking her in at all. It would be presumptuous of you to try to adjudicate, here and now.


//Merge
She nods, not looking entirely convinced. [say:Thanks, [name]. I guess I'll have to think about it more.] She looks up at you and smiles. [say:But I can do that now, because of you. Oh, but there was more to your question, sorry for getting sidetracked there,] she says, abashed. [say:Before the desert, right... I don't know much, but I don't think I was from around here. I remember... I remember a calm, quiet place. The trees there were so tall, and the grass was so soft. There was a little house there, a cottage. I was safe. I don't know what took me from that.]

[say:But that's about it, [name]. Still nothing specific, sorry.] [Bathgirlname] looks down at her feet, folding her hands in her lap. [say:I hope I can find that place again, someday.]

A worthwhile dream.


[Breast Size] //tooltip- How does she feel about being so much lighter?
Undergoing such significant changes must have been quite a shock to her, but you've never asked [bathgirlname] what her actual preference is. Did she like being so "encumbered"?

She almost cuts you off with a burst of air. [say:Oh, I'm [i:very] happy to be the way I am now. Believe me, I can't imagine going back to living like that, not even being able to think.]

Well that's certainly understandable, but you were more curious about the body shape. Would she want that, if it hadn't had the side effects it did?

[say:N-No!] she shouts, her face coloring a tinge. [say:Being so busty I can't even walk! Leaking milk with every movement! Aching, always aching until someone came by and I could [b:drown] them in my—] She suddenly stops talking, her blush having grown a fair bit. At length, she starts up again, adopting a smile that you can tell is just cover for that earlier embarrassment.

[say:I, um, guess it wasn't all so bad. I did go to the sand witches willingly in the first place. However, I am perfectly happy with my, uh, 'assets' being a bit more manageable. They're still enjoyable enough,] she says, giving her bosom an experimental squeeze.


[Slave] //tooltip- Talk about your relationship.
Well, there's no reason to mince words. You ask [bathgirlname] how she feels about living here [if (cor < 50) {with you|as your property}].

[say:Huh?] she blurts out, evidently surprised. Had she really not thought about this?

You explain that since you bought her, you're [if (cor < 50) {technically }]her [master], but because she wasn't exactly in control of her faculties at that time, you're not sure if she feels any differently than she did back then, or if she has any complaints about her station.

[say:Ah, right,] she says, somewhat abashed. [say:Um, well, I don't really have any problem with it. You've obviously treated me well—you gave me my life back! If I'd stayed with the witches, who knows what would become of me... But because of you, I have a second chance now.] She smiles, serenely. [say:I trust you, and I trust that you'll keep taking care of me. I'll serve you happily, [Master],] she concludes with a light giggle.

Well you're glad that's all sorted out.




==Kid A Appearance==
It's a bit hard to inspect your anemone daughter while she's still in her barrel, but from experience, you know that she's roughly [if (metric) {165 centimeters|five and a half feet}] tall. Her most striking feature is the curious hair possessed by her race—rather than proper strands, a mass of thin tendrils flows from her scalp, and you know well that they can be surprisingly dangerous. Her overall build is fairly slim, even for an anemone, but her curves are still quite pleasing to the eye. Her modesty is preserved by a pair of almost oversized gills sprouting from the center of her chest, though her assets are themselves fairly modest, being around an A-cup at most.

Wanting to see a bit more, you ask her to rise up out of her barrel, and she [if (kidaxp < 25) {nervously|quickly}] complies, putting her whole body on display. Your daughter's striking blue skin seems particularly exotic against the backdrop of your camp. Her genitalia is also something of a curiosity—both shaft and slit are adorned with a ring of small feelers that wriggle a bit every so often.

As you watch her, Kid A [if (kidaxp >= 75) {smiles sweetly|[if (kidaxp < 25) {shies away from|meets}] your gaze}], and it almost looks like she wants to say something, but whatever it is, the language barrier is apparently too great for the moment, so she simply settles back into her water, letting out a little sigh.