Fantasy Spawn Online

by tragicRomantic (awfulCreature), TrixyBobbitt

Summary:

The hot new fully immersive adult VR game, Fantasy Spawn Online, has recently released to the public. We follow a group of 20 players and 12 moderators as they experience the highs and lows of this surprisingly realistic, life changing experience that tries to drag them into itself permanently.

Will they leave the game the same, or will they be permanently changed by it?

Notes:

This fic will have Bad Endings, almost every type of vore, permadeath, etc. Check the summaries of the chapters to know what's up.

Chapter 1: 8reaking Character

Summary:

Aradia and Vriska start playing a new video game.
Tags: Aradia/Vriska, Dubious Consent, Altered Mental States, Aphrodisiac Musk, Muskplay, Throatfucking, Asphyxiation, Passing Out From Too Much Cock

AA: s0 y0u already have a character in mind?
AG: Yeah!
AG: I'm following this guide I found.
AG: I have a really 8adass character already, even 8efore I start!
AA: wait y0u’re just g0ing t0 f0ll0w a guide???
AG: Well yeah, I want to make sure my character’s super 8adass!
AG: Here, check out the guide! small.lnk/cheeseGuide
AA: 0h my g0ds this guide’s builds are s0 cheap
AA: this isnt h0w y0ure supp0sed t0 play, vriska
AG: Oh come ooooooon, Megido!
AG: I'm not just 8asing everything off the guide!
AG: If I was, I'd 8e playing a minotaur 8ar8arian or a soul elf evoker.
AG: 8ut I'm playing a 8lade Elf warlock!
AG: The only cheese here comes from my patron ::::)
AG: And I'm mostly choosing her 8ecause of the sick ass spider theming!
AG: If I didn't have that as an option, I'd honestly 8e a fishfolk 8ucaneer!
AA: th0se are decent p0ints i guess
AA: i just d0nt feel like y0ure really playing in the spirit 0f the game!
AG: Suuuuuuuure Megido, I'm not playing in the spirit of the game.
AG: A blade elf warlock of Ariskana is waaaaaaaay less lore-friendly than a female satyr psychopomp cleric!
AG: You're definitely playing along with the roleplay focus of the game ::::)
AA: a satyr clericess isnt super against the l0re!
AA: and satyrs abs0lutely w0rship the g0d 0f cl0cks
AG: It seems to me the lore says they’re mostly males who worship their own 8odies.
AG: Gotta say Megido, I didn't know you were into that!
AG: 8ut I can 8elieve it, considering some of our old RPs on the forum.
AG: If you want we can find somewhere private after I'm done here ;;;;)
AA: y0u kn0w, im a l0t less excited to play with y0u n0w
AG: 8ut we 8arely even got started, Aradia!
AG: 8esides, who else do you know that plays this game?
AA: just keep making y0ur character vriska
AG: I 8asically only have customizing left.
AG: I'll 8e in with you in just a second!
AG: I have to make sure I look as 8ad ass as I am in real life ::::)
AA: yeah that was my fav0rite part!
AA: i really like that they made curvy b0dy 0pti0ns
AG: I 8et you made a really cute goat girl.
AA: i did! and im excited f0r y0u t0 see her!
AG: You'll just have to w8 a little 8it longer!

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A few minutes later, Arilia is sitting outside the entry town’s tavern watching a puppet player dancing along to music played by their ‘controller’. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say the cute little lizard was pretty talented! But he wasn’t anything but an NPC, even if the animations were expressive. She found herself bouncing along anyway!

Her head turned as a tall and very attractive darkly skinned blade elf walked forth, spiderweb white hair flowing behind her. She felt something... stirring. That was the hardest thing for her to get used to with this body so far. She was not used to having something hanging between her legs like that... Especially nothing that ponderous and weighty. She still gracefully jumped to cloven feet, trying to ignore the swaying between her legs. Thankfully no one else could see much more than a gentle bulge beneath her dress.. for what little it could be called a dress. It was double split, with her entire sides basically fully on display. If she wasn’t careful, her entire body would be on complete display...

And she knew instantly that Viskir noticed, as she nearly felt those quick dark eyes trace over all of her curves... and land on the gentle bulge at the front of her dress.

Viskir: Damn Megido, you weren’t kidding!
Viskir: Your character’s hot as hell!

She couldn’t help but look over the much more dressed Blade Elf, face growing warm before she answered. Even if there wasn’t much on display, the tight leathers didn’t leave too much to imagination... And her new anatomy noticed this as well.

She quickly looked off to the side and into the tavern.

Arilia: we sh0uld g0 int0 the tavern f0r the tut0rial pr0bably
Viskir: Ugh, do we *have* to?
Viskir: I’d rather just keep looking at you!

Arilia’s face grew even redder, but she decided to walk towards the tavern anyway, finding it a little difficult with how her dress was starting to... distract her.

This body felt a lot different to her normal one, despite her proportions being as similar as she could get them. Really, she had claimed to be playing a female Satyr, but the truth was that the game didn’t have female satyrs. Instead, it had feminine body type regular satyrs. So she could only do so much–her chest was smaller than in reality, even if her hips and ass were thicker. This was a compromise she had to–

A shock shot up and down her spine as she felt a hand grasp at her bare ass cheek, the offending palm easily finding its way under her barely-relevant clothing. She had to stop herself from leaning back, forcing herself to step forward and turn to confront Viskir, now blushing a bright glowing blue (a feature of the blade elves.)

Viskir: Damn Arilia, I didn’t know how realistic this game is.
Viskir: I mean Aradia.
Arilia: ... just call me arilia while we play
Arilia: f0r the r0leplay!
Arilia: anyway d0 y0u want a private instance s0 i can sh0w y0u h0w t0 play?
Arilia: i think we’d get thr0ugh it faster 0n 0ur 0wn than putting y0u thr0ugh the tut0rial

Viskir immediately grinned, a predatory, sharp toothed grin. She leaned towards the ram girl, licking her lip with a dark, pointed tongue.

Viskir: Yeah, that sounds gr8 to me!

---

Upon entering the private instance of the tavern, on a mission to exterminate some rats, Arilia immediately realized her mistake. Now no one was there, not even the NPC, and the idea of leading Viskir through the controls was suddenly...

Well, hopefully she would focus on the lesson.

Arilia: alright viskir, i d0nt kn0w a l0t ab0ut warl0ck features
Arilia: but!
Arilia: since we're b0th still s0 early level m0st 0f it should be the same
Arilia: especially since we share an 0ccupati0n!
Arilia: let's d0 the basics first
Arilia: lets access 0ur invent0ry!

Viskir immediately puts on a face to express her distaste before crossing her arms, taking on a cocky stance.

Viskir: Why the fuck are we starting with the 8oring shit?
Viskir: We should spar!
Viskir: I learn 8est through trial 8y fire ::::)
Arilia: it's better t0 kn0w than t0 n0t, viskir!
Arilia: even if it's m0re fun, it's m0re resp0nsible t0 take 0ur time
Viskir: Uggggggggh you're so laaaaaaaame Arilia!
Viskir: Lamey lame lame!

Arilia rolls her eyes at her before demonstrating how to access the inventory, and how to equip things. Thankfully, anything equipped was physically on the body. The best bet for potions and simple spells and occupation/specialization items was always to equip them so they'd be on hand, but the fact the inventory was in some form of hammerspace was extremely useful.

The system is intuitive, so thankfully they get through it very quickly. The game was very good at simulating physical space, so they had no need to learn about how to walk jump or climb, since... Well, the game reasonably expected everyone playing would understand how that works. Though they did have accessibility questions at the start of the tutorial, just in case! That was nice.

Arilia: g00d!
Arilia: n0w we need t0 c0ver c0mmuni0n
Arilia: it's h0w we interact with 0ur patr0ns!
Viskir: Oh God, something useful for a change!!!!!!!!
Viskir: Not that learning how to put on clothes wasn't *thrilling*!!!!!!!

The ramgirl pays no attention to the bratty elf. Instead, she begins her demonstration, closing her eyes and raising her palms, taking a few steady, deep breaths. When her eyes open again, they are glowing bright and white.

Viskir stares for a moment, before taking a similar stance and trying the same thing.... One breath...
Two breaths..
Three...
Four....
........

Viskir: Ugh, it's not working Arilia!
Arilia: y0u're barely even trying!
Arilia: here, y0u have t0—
Viskir: I can't tell what you're doing 8itch!
Viskir: 8ut you know...
Viskir: I 8et you could show me ;;;;)

Arilia grimaces. She's right. The teacher NPC that showed her had physically touched her, showing her how to flow her energy right to get the ghosts to see her... And she knew from how it described the process, it would be the same for Viskir talking to her goddess...

So she walks over, stepping behind her, and places a hand on each elbow.

Arilia: 0kay s0
Arilia: y0u feel my t0uch?
Viskir: Yeah!
Viskir: Wow Megido, I didn't expect you'd want to 8e this close to me this fast!
Viskir: Really, you should ask a girl 8efore you get so close to her!

Arilia continues without giving that any attention. She knows her companion will be annoyed by that, but she has something important to focus on. So, she whispers to her about how to flow the energy, tracing her fingers up and down the leather-clad arms, leaving Viskir shivering just a bit...

She directs her to close her eyes, and they both do. Arilia is describing the flow even more now, and neither notice how much closer she's letting herself get, how she's letting herself lean so her chest is pushed gently against the Elf's back, how she's whispering directly into her pointed ear and breathing in her lovely, lovely smell...

Or at least, she's not noticing that. Viskir notices immediately. She feels annoyed at first, but then something else blooms. A need to turn this on her companion. She wanted to act so chaste, and then end up so close that she could feel her heartbeat????????

She'd make sure she was noticed now.

She leans back gently, slow enough that Arilia doesn't notice. She's still following along, but her mind is focused on pressing her ass against the sheep's crotch...

Arilia's body jolts instinctively once the soft flesh makes contact with her hardening excitement, but her conscious mind isn't processing it yet... So Viskir starts to grind. Her concentration on the communion is gone, and instead her concentration is entirely on that thickening length in her friend's dress...

That thing would break her in half.

Arilia lets out a gasp, a tingle from outside her concentration causing her eyes to flutter open. It's now that she realizes the quality of her breathing has changed, and Viskir feels... So, so pleasantly closer...

Her eyes shoot open and she shoves Viskir onto the floor.

Viskir: What the FUCK, Megido????????
Viskir: What in Spider's na—

She doesn't process her instinctual call to her patron. Instead, as she turns, the only thing she can focus on is the gigantic tent in Arilia's dress, pulling it high enough that Viskir can just see those dangling, heavy, virile testes.

She can't help but grin. She won.

Viskir saunters towards Arilia, purposefully swaying her hips as much as possible. Arilia backs away, wincing as the cloth drags against sensitive flesh.

Viskir: Oh, this game really *is* very detailed!
Viskir: I don't know for sure but I'm pretty sure I can smell how horny you are!
Arilia: viskir, we sh0uldnt—
Viskir: Oh 8ut Arilia, look how hard you are!
Viskir: If we don't take care of that, you might get 8lue 8alls!
Viskir: I know you never felt that 8efore, 8ut it isn't pleasant!
Viskir: You'd 8etter just let me help ::::)

Viskir keeps walking closer as Arilia keeps backing away. But she can only back so far before she feels her plush ass squish against one of the booth tables at the tavern.

She considers for a moment, looking behind for a second, whether she should try going on top of the table... But before she can make a decision, Viskir is suddenly there, close enough that Arilia can smell her once again...

She lets out a shudder as the elf rests a hand on the bulge, sliding the soft cloth against the turgid flesh.

Viskir: Oh, Arilia, I didn't know you wanted me *this* 8ad!
Viskir: Gods, I'm not sure I could even fit this ::::)

She traces a hand gently over the cloth, dragging shivvers and moans forth from the ram. She can feel her testes swelling, aching with the blood pouring through her crotch. She feels dizzy, almost as if all of her body is pulling all of its resources from her brain and pooling them all in her twitching cock.

Viskir leans in and to the side, thigh against thigh and chest against chest, but the cock rests to the left of her leather-clad flesh. The motion of her closing in causes the cloth to pull off to the side, dragging more against the shaft and causing it to begin leaking pre, when the now rock solid humanoid member is exposed to the cool air, dripping a bead of precum onto the floor already.

Viskir wraps a hand around it as she starts to grind her much flatter crotch against her party member's thigh, the other thigh sliding against the skin of her cock left slightly moist from the sheathe it resided in.

Arilia: viskir.... y0u need t0 st0p...
Viskir: Why would I do that?
Viskir: I mean, o8viously you're enjoying it!
Viskir: I'm going to tell eeeeeeeeveryone that you made me jack you off!
Viskir: And everyone will know what a giant gay pervert you are! ::::)

And then, she suddenly pulls her hand away and takes a step back. Without being fully conscious of it, Arilia jerks her hips forwards, trying to get the pleasure back. But when her eyes finally flutter open, she sees Viskir's back, about two feet away now.

Viskir: You really are disgusting, Meadow!
Viskir: I mean Medigo.

She laughs while sauntering away, not fully realizing how much her hips are swaying...

But Arilia does. Her eyes watch the elf's hips, and she can't help but feel... Like more than anything else, she needs more

She grabs the elf by the shoulder and forcibly turns her, using the surprise (and a strange amount of strength) to wheel her around and shove her against the table, face to shocked face.

Viskir: What the fuck Meadow????????
Viskir: What in the gods names—
Arilia: y0u need t0 finish what y0u started viskir

The blade elf gets a nervous face on nearly instantly, feeling the ram's thick cock prodding between her soft thighs.

Viskir: Wh8t the hells are you talking a8—
Arilia: drain my balls 0r im g0ing t0 take whatever i want fr0m y0u 0_0

To punctuate her point, the ram presses her cock hard against Arilia's crotch, dragging a sharp gasp from the elf. She's trying to figure out the best way out of this, but she knew for a fact she wouldn't be able to outrun her party member...

...

So she reached down and wrapped a hand around the shaft.

Viskir: Ugh, whatever, fine.
Viskir: 8ut don't fucking tell anyone a8out this.
Arilia: but i th0ught y0u wanted every0ne to know
Arilia: give it a kiss 0u0

The ram's snark is met with a roll of the eyes. Arilia steps back, and indicates downwards. And so... Viskir kneels in front of her, both hands wrapping around the shaft. She looks up to Arilia's glazed over gaze with a frown, before leaning forward and giving a gentle smooch to the head of the shaft...

She can't tell why, but her body is starting to rapidly heat up. Unbeknownst to them, this was a side effect of the musk pouring off the ram, but especially her thick shaft and heavy balls...

Viskir gives it another kiss, starting to kiss down the shaft. She doesn't want to do this... So why is she shoving her face against the ram's crotch...?

Arilia reaches down and laces her fingers through the elves hair, putting just a bit of encouraging pressure as she starts kissing her balls...

Viskir: Something's wrong—
Arilia: st0p talking

The satyr's command echoes around in Viskir's head, and she knows something is wrong still. She can't speak now, though, and for whatever reason, all of her focus is pulling tighter onto that cock...

So she leans in and takes a deep, long sniff, filling her head with warm, fluffy clouds as a notable HEAT pools in her loins, slickening the inside of her leather pants. She pulls back and kisses at the cockhead again, taking it gently into her mouth...

Arilia at this point was again wholly unaware of the world around her, basically only feeling the pleasure, and this deep rooted need to have more, and the voice that was resisting that urge earlier had been drowned out by the sound of rushing blood and the sharp arousal. It was trying to scream at her to stop, but she, quite honestly, couldn't care. She knew she should, but...

Once Viskir's taking it in to the back of her mouth, Arilia stops thinking about that and grips the elf's silver-white hair tightly, causing her to wince. She would pull back and complain, but...

Well, Arilia isn't about to give her the option. Instead, she slams the shaft hard and fast into the elf's throat, pushing harder and harder as Viskir scrambles to get into a position that doesn't feel like the ram's just going to shove through her flesh, making a new hole to please herself with. No regard is given to the elf's gag reflex, and in fact, Arilia finds the motion of the elf's gags to be extremely pleasant, and a long, low, almost deep moan proves this. She starts to thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper into the black-blue of the elf's throat, boring down into that soft flesh until—

With a bellow, she finally hits, her pendulous balls slapping against Viskir's sternum, the sheath meeting lips, the scrotum wrapping around chin, and the thick, dense, musk filled pubes leaving a layer of musk on the poor elf's nose as it is buried within. Little do both know that the musk of this horned-up sweat is an addictive aphrodisiac, little do both know that this is having a sharp effect on Viskir, who is now fingering herself and trying to bob along with glazed eyes, nearly refusing what little moments to breathe the ram offers before shoving herself back down the shaft. The thick, heady pre pours down her throat into her belly, permanently staining her virtual avatar with the Satyr's essence. Permanently connecting their souls, possibly. Who can say?

All either know is that Viskir's throat feels heavenly around the thick shaft, any pain and any gag reflex long deleted by the thick musk currently infusing into Viskir's nose, her flesh, her mind. She is now nigh fisting her own slit, the pain of stretching her virgin cunt that hard that fast also erased by the heavy mental inebriation she's fallen under. But even if she knew or could feel it, she certainly wouldn't care. Not with the rest of the effects dragging her on, giving her a need to cum, a need that has to be met else she may as well die right here right now.

And because of her lack of care for herself, the satyr decides not to care either, taking her head with both hands and fucking her mouth violently, as if her face were just a sex toy for that thick, aromatic cock, balls slapping against her with force, not a single moment for any breath of air free from musk for more than a second. The elf starts to feel faint, her vision greying around the corners. But Arilia does not consider the elf a person right now. So the onslaught continues. It continues past the point Viskir begins to slip, past the point where the elf loses any semblance of consciousness completely as she cums into her leather pants, body going limp even as it trembles in aftershock. Arilia goes past that and further, before finally slamming down all the way, pushing so hard that Viskir's nose is crushed against the sex-matted pubic mound, so deep that the gallons and gallons of cum that pump out have nowhere to go but her belly.

After ensuring the last of the seed is pumped down the cocksleeve's throat, Arilia shoves her away with a single palm to the forehead, allowing Viskir to slump onto the floor while stepping away, hand on her head. She's only now starting to feel clear again... Staring at the unconscious Viskir on the floor...

After an indeterminate amount of time, that elf's eyes flutter open. She's laying in a booth in the tavern, in a public instance based on the sheer noise of the area. Her head's on a pillow... Wait, she knows that smell. No, her heads resting on Arilia's lap, with Arilia's palm resting on the side of her head. But, its removed once she pushes herself to sitting, clutching her spinning and aching skull. She feels nauseous too...

She turns to look at Arilia, who looks guilty.

Arilia: hey, s0rry ab0ut that
Arilia: im not actually sure what happened!
Arilia: i h0pe you can f0rgive me
Arilia: i b0ught us some ale! 0u0
Arilia: and uh
Arilia: i healed y0u up t0 make sure
Arilia: y0u werent really waking up f0r a good while
Arilia: y0u also werent really uh
Arilia: well y0ure alright n0w!

Viskir just stares at Arilia, feeling a bubbling mix of rage and... what might be arousal in her belly. She mostly just feels really, really nauseous though.

Viskir: Ugh. I don't think I can eat 8nything right now.
Viskir: What the fuck was that even about, Arilia?
Viskir: You could have fucking killed me!
Arilia: n0 i c0uldnt have!
Arilia: but i am s0rry
Arilia: i kind 0f just
Arilia: l0st c0ntrol!
Arilia: i d0nt know why...

Both are quiet for a while. Viskir doesn't know how to process this. Really, what the fuck???????? Arilia nearly killed her with her cock and then thinks just a fucking apology would work???????? No, absolutely not.

She moves to get up, stumbling a bit. A concerned Arilia reaches out, but Viskir all but slaps her hand away.

Viskir: Don't *FUCKING* touch me!
Viskir: I mean fucking *SERIOUSLY*!
Viskir: Wh8t, you're just gonna say you lost control????????
Viskir: What the fuck do you think's gonna h8ppen????????
Viskir: Think I'm gonna say "Oh Arilia, it's alright that you raped my fucking mouth"!!!!!!!!
Arilia: st0p saying that s0 l0ud—
Viskir: Do you fucking expect me to just let that pass????????
Viskir: Nah, a8solutely not.
Arilia: viskir—
Viskir: Don't fucking talk to me.
Viskir: Hey, yknow what?
Viskir: Fucking good8ye, shithead.
Viskir: Don't message me either.

Arilia tries to reach for her once again, but Viskir's avatar is already fading away, the log-out sequence activated.

In only a moment, she's all alone. With only her guilt to keep her company.

Notes:

Next chapter featuring:
Vriska ==>
Aradia ==>

Chapter 2: Simulate Deez Nuts

Summary:

Sollux walks Tavros through character creation.

Tags: Sollux/Tavros, Non-consensual touch

 

TA:try not two get lo2t iin all the optiion2
AT: uH. i THINK I'LL JUST GO WITH WHAT LOOKS COOL
TA: tavro2 no there iis no way your iin2tiinct on what look2 cool ii2 goiing to bear any mechanical fruiit
AT: tHEY HAVE A BEAST TAMER OCCUPATION lIKE FIDUSPAWN AND YOU CAN PLAY A BIG BULL GUY
TA: the chavalier ii2 not a bea2t tamer and iit focu2e2 on pulchertude and adroiitne22, and the miinotaur have better viim and pluck growth curve2 youre going to be 2iittiing through two much griindiing
AT: tHE GRINDING CAN BE RELAXING aND IF THIS CLASS ISNT A BEAST TAMER wHY IS IT SHOWN RIDING A MOUNT?
TA: well yeah you tame a mount but ju2t one at a tiime
AT: wELL,,, uH,,, wHAT ARE YOU PLAYING?
TA: iim going with the evoker occupation because not only ii2 iit the hiighe2t dps but iits got niinja outfiits two
AT: wHICH OF THE uH,,,
TA: ii think the2e guy2 are liike haunted puppets you get a really generic puppeteer and you customize a puppet for each of the skill branches
AT: oKAY,,, i'M IN THE VILLAGE ARADIA SAID TO START IN
TA: hold on ii just saiid ii have to customiize multiiple toons
AT: i JUST PUT ALL THE SLIDERS TO MAX
TA: ii am ab2olutely goiing to lo2e you iin the throng of iidentiical beefy miinotaur2 iin newbiie armor

 

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Talos is waiting in one of the private booths at tavern by the time Sollux is done building out his roster of puppets. The interface is clean and unobtrusive. The graphics are stylized enough to feel immersive. Talos rubs his heavy hands across the polished wood of the table.

He almost felt dizzy walking in from outside. He was so high off the ground. His legs moved under him, but he felt terminally off balance on two hooves. He was grateful to stuff all that jarring anatomy under a table and out of sight.

One of the barmaid npcs meets another npc in a dashing tophat at the door, and a ceramic doll swaggers past them, silk threads trailing. It takes her two tries to get into the booth because she moves like she's never heard of a hoopskirt, which she is wearing.

Talos: uH,,, aRE YOU ESPECIALLY SMALL OR LIKE,,, dID I REALLY FUCK UP ON THE SLIDER THING LIKE YOU SAID,
Salem: whiile ii dont want to get iin the way of you fiinally recogniiziing your complete iineptiitude ii do thiink the puppets are all kiind of small

Talos just knows that Sollux's character is called Salem, which is a nice change from names floating a few inches over everyone's heads. He watches her drum her little ball joint ceramic fingers against the table. This returns Talos' attention to his outsized hands. The palms are fleshy but calloused, and the thick digits terminate in little hooves. The backs are covered in short bristley fur.

Salem: looks liike you have two level up two unlock all the puppets so all iive got iis pyrokinesis
Salem: that top hat dude iis the puppetmaster pretty neat that he lets me skiip all the dumb diialogue
Talos: i CAN'T EVEN FEEL THE CONTROLLERS,
Salem: yeah and you 2hould be able to feel a lot more than the controller or goggle2 2hould account for

Talos tentatively touches his palm to his rippling abs. He feels their firmness as well as he feels the presence of his hand against his stomach. The newbie Cavalier armor for the Minotaurs is mostly a leather harness with strategically placed plates.

A rustling and gentle windchime clinking draws his attention back to Salem, who is diving under the table. Her stockinged legs give one more wiggle before she slips down. Her NPC puppetmaster arrives at the table and sits patiently at the end of her side of the booth.

Salem: yeah and aradiia was trying two tell me thiis iisnt a hentaii game
Talos: wHAT?

The puppetmaster, like the other NPCs, is a waifish humanoid reptile wearing a charming but rather drab caped tuxedo and top hat. Its pale pink flesh, beady eyes, and frilly cranial cascade make it stand out among a town of mostly crocodiles, but the art direction clearly seeks to make these game constructs blend in with the background when compared to player characters and mobs.

Talos feels something cold slide up his thigh and come to rest against his testicles, which he is suddenly aware are hanging ponderously over the edge of the booth seat.

Salem: you were not kiiddiing about all max sliiders. looks liike youre smuggliing a roast turkey under your loiincloth.
Talos: oH MY GOD
Salem: wow they clench two

A crocodile barmaid arrives at the table as a second frigid ceramic hand runs its fingers into the fur around Talos' nuts. The puppetmaster exchanges bloops for naks with the barmaid for a moment, gesturing to two places at the table, then turns to Talos, gesturing to indicate it's his turn to order. Talos composes himself, trying to ignore the gentle massage he's getting under the table, but then the two hands press down at the skin gathered above his nuts, and ceramic lips press against the exposed head of his penis.

Talos: aH, fUCK,,, i'LL JUST HAVE,,, oUGH! aN ALE,,, a BIG ONE,

The barmaid scampers away with the table's orders and Tavros reaches under the table to swat at Sollux.

Talos: wHAT THE FUCK DUDE, tHAT WAS SO GAY,
Salem: what? theyre just game avatar2, and you didnt 2eem two miind

Salem uses a finger to flick the half turgid human penis emerging from the bull's sheath and laughs like he's never seen something so stupid.

Talos: i FELT THAT IN MY,,, iN REAL LIFE,
Salem: it2 not real dummy, iit2 ju2t a game. an obvious hentaii game wiith really generiic ta2te.

Salem pops back up into her seat beside her puppeteer, who turns and reaches out toward her. Salem ducks away and flails her hands, abjuring his familiar gesture. Its dopey grin is unaffected. It almost looks satisfied with the exchange.

The barmaid returns with a tea set and a tall tankard of ale. The puppeteer looks at the kettle and overturned cups, then turns to glance at Salem.

Salem: whatever a22eniine programatiic hubrii2 ha2 po22e22ed you iinto spendiing my gold on thii2 liitle cut2ene iis lyiing to you iif you thiink iim goiing to pour you tea.
Talos: oH, yOU WILL KISS YOUR FRIEND'S DICK, bUT POURING TEA IS TOO GIRLY?
Salem: ii diidnt 2ay that

While they watch, the puppeteer nods magnanimously and dutifully sets out the saucers, the cups, and pours the tea with the slow and purposeful motions of a demonstration.

Salem watches in inscrutable silence.

Talos: wHAT KIND IS IT?

Salem scoffs, turns, and Talos can hear her kick the heels of her round little shoes against the booth. Talos takes the tankard in one huge hand. Only three fingers fit through the handle. It smells and, when he tips it into his mouth, tastes like beer, which causes him to cringe, but considering what the two of them were apparently just going to glaze over, he probably needed it, assuming the drink would do anything at all.

Talos: i WONDER IF THE ALCOHOL WILL GET ME DRUNK,
Salem: ii dont 2ee why iit couldnt but ii doubt iit

Salem rolls her eyes and reaches for the cup, shaking her hand a few times to tame her sleeve before taking up the cup and taking a sip. She and the pupeteer maintain eye contact throughout.

She puts the cup down and stuffs her hands in her lap, looking at the wall.

Talos: tHAT BAD?
Salem: iits my favoriite tea
Talos: wELL THAT'S LUCKY, RIGHT?
Salem: yeah 2ure
Talos: sO,,, sHOULD WE GO THROUGH THE TUTORIAL STUFF, sO WE'RE READY TO BAND UP WHEN ARADIA JOINS US?
Salem: the2e tavern2 have priivate iinstances iif you want me to show you the controll2
Talos: uH,,, nO THANK YOU, i THINK WE SHOULD STAY IN PUBLIC SERVERS FOR NOW,

Notes:

Next chapter featuring:
Sollux ==>
Tavros ==>

Chapter 3: Mismatched Tops and Bottoms

Summary:

Jade ropes Jane into the game.
Tags: Jane/Jade, Trans Realization, Wholesome, Consensual Touching, Dog Girl Dick

gardenGnostic [GG] started pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]
GG: jane
GG: janey
GG: hey jane
GG: Good afternoon Jade, what is up?
GG: jane theres a new game ive been waiting to play but i don't want to play it with strangers and dave and rose would make fun of me and i dont think john really gets it and dirk scares me so would you play it with me even just through the tutorial?
GG: Did you ask Roxy?
GG: D:
GG: Hoo hoo! I'm joking. Of course I'll play with you. What kind of game is it?
GG: oh, its called Fantasy Spawn Online, its the latest in the Fantasy Spawn series, but its not like you would have to play the other games to understand it. ;)
GG: I see, I'll just start the download while you continue.
GG: its set in the Empyrean Realm, which has these two courts of warring bug people on either side of the continent and the twelve villages of herptiles :D
GG: Herptiles?
GG: thats a word for lizards and amphibians, like salamanders, crocodiles, turtles, or iguanas. :B
GG: I see, what is the game like? Sounds like a real time strategy game.
GG: oh, well, there have been rts entries in the series, but this one is an mmo the beta has seven stocks and seven occupations implemented! i was going to play a canine kobold enchanter witch!!! :D
GG: Hoo hoo hoo! That's quite a mouthful. What does all that mean?
GG: so there are a few kinds of kobolds, draconic, who drink dragons blood to gain wings and claws and things temporarily, and canine who specialize in pack tactics and navigation! the witch is a caster, compared to the clerics that borrow their magic, and evokers which use psionics, witches exploit the ambient magical power around them, and enchanters use their magic to alter that magic! its really pretty simple i dont understand why people on the forums complain about them being difficult to use.
GG: Oh my goodness, it sounds like you know a lot about the game already. Could you recommend a race and class for a spunky little reporter trying to make rent?
GG: thats a really cool question! not everyone appreciates the roleplaying aspect of the game :(
GG: i think if you want to be like a news reporter you want the Herald Bard! :B
GG: the bard is a very flexible support class so you can really use whatever equipment you want and the herald specialization gives you better insight and investigation skills
GG: if you wanna play a questline about paying off debts the you cant go wrong with the heck-touched of avarice
GG: I see what you mean! Hoo hoo hoo! These demons are very pretty.
GG: youre in? oh my gosh i need to log in hold on!
GG: There are some... questionable sliders in this character creator.
GG: fantasy spawn has always been very inclusive :)
GG: What? I meant the boob expansion slider.
GG: oh... we dont have to play with any of that stuff if you dont want to
GG: in fact you can probably skip that whole customization tab
GG: Oh wow, you can have mismatched tops and bottoms. Is that what you meant?
GG: yes
GG: In the spirit of the game, I shall take full advantage.
GG: yes!!!

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The town is a port town of pastel plaster homes and crushed shell mozaics. Pale blue iguana, none more than chest high, scurry about, conducting business. A frogman in a poncho adjusts the rifle on his shoulder as he tries to talk to a porcelain marionette in a hoopskirt being controlled by an axlotl in a suit.

Jandra touches her chest again, absentmindedly. The lack of weight or pressure or, frankly, discomfort makes her feel like she’s forgotten to dress properly. However, with this body she’s designed, she very well could strip off her blouse and go for an open jacket look. A spring in her step, she canters across the cobblestones in her heeled boots toward the player house Jade mentioned.

The witch’s hut is quaint and packed with drying herbs and jars of preserves. Jabberwock stands over a small cauldron which smells like golden curry. Most everything in the room looks staged, but there are a few cabinets standing open, and there is a dirty pan that looks like it has been grilling meat. An animal comes to mind, a sort of round, fatty rabbit that rolls and hops like a traditional RPG slime, and it is jarring for a moment to realize she’s identified the meat as coming from a local newbie mob she has not personally seen before. Jane wonders for a moment if she could piece together her character’s life through these foreign insights.

Jabberwock: you made it! Grab a bowl and come get some of this curry I made :)

Jabberwock stands on heavy, digitigrade paws, and her bushy white tail wags so forcefully the drying herbs sway. Her nails are long and pointed, and a pair of pointy ears peak out of her fluffy white hair, but otherwise, the Enchantress has the physique of a callipygian model with a bit more body hair than incels would cotton. Jandra locates the bowls first try and brings two with forks back with her to the cauldron where Jabberwock paddles out some rice and curry before they take a seat at a small table by the window. Jabberwock notices Jandra still taking in the room.

Jabberwock: yeah, i uh, was a major contributor to the kickstarter :B
Jandra: Hoo hoo. I wasn’t coveting, I’m just amazed at both the detail of the simulation as well as the fluidity with which it delivers things like knowledge checks.
Jabberwock: yes, the tech its built on was made by furries, but it totally delivers on dispelling more normal kinds of dysmorphia :)

Jandra has an epiphany. It is such a holistic confluence of ideas linear communication like text fails to encompass the simultaneity of realizations. She has, perhaps for the first time, compassion for furries. She feels her hand touch her chest again.

Jandra: Oh.
Jabberwock: oh did you not… had you not… gosh im a bad friend :(
Jandra: Not at all, Jabberwock. You are a beautiful, compassionate, and positive force, and I am honored to name you among my friends. It’s just.
Jabberwock: you did the chest thing on a lark
Jandra: Yes, that is what I told myself. Hoo hoo hoo.
Jabberwock: do you want to talk about it more?
Jandra: I don’t know if I have the words. Is this… a private place? Can anyone walk in?
Jabberwock: no i had to whitelist my friends list and right now youre the only one whos taken the bait ;)
Jandra: Do you mind if I…
Jabberwock: do you want me to wait outside?
Jandra: … No?
Jabberwock: i understand completely :)

Leaving the delicious curry half eaten on the table, Jandra stands, steps out into the open area of the home, and turns. She had seen this model in various states of dress already, meticulously sculpted the presets with a casual certainty, and now the slender azure hands undo the buttons of her doublet until she can strip it off over her shoulders. The cotton overshirt hangs loosely from her shoulders. Jandra straightens, even braces the heel of her palm in the small of her back.

Jabberwock: whats going through your mind?
Jabberwock: if you dont mind
Jandra: I don't think I ever want to wear tight clothes again. That's to say, if nothing else I want to get a loose button up in real life, but... I really don't remember not wearing a bra.

Jandra untucks the shirt and pulls it over her head. She notes the lack of navel and nipples, but her focus is on watching the contours of her chest shift. Her hands find her skin, and probe, disbelieving.

Jabberwock, for her part, has become self conscious about watching her friend undress and pulls her tail around for closer examination.

Jabberwock: its like magic but also really mundane in a way that doesnt disappoint :B
Jandra: That is a really silly way of saying it, but I dare say I couldn't disagree or amend the phrasing. You're not looking?
Jabberwock: did you want me to?
Jandra: I just wanted to check something else. I can check later.
Jabberwock: would you be more comfortable if i got naked too?
Jandra: What?
Jabberwock: if we were both naked would you be more or less comfortable?
Jandra: Am I getting naked? :B
Jabberwock: i thought that was what you were doing
Jandra: I've been doing a lot of things without meaning to, and that's been serving me well, so I think I should continue to follow my detective's intuition.
Jabberwock: does that mean i get naked?
Jandra: Ah, shucks, there goes my stalling tactic. Hoo hoo. I was going to go ahead and see how it all looks together, since I worked so hard on it. :B
Jabberwock: valid enough on its own :)
Jandra: —and I'll be damned if I'm not also curious what the designers had in mind for wolf girl nudity.
Jabberwock: did you see the feet options for the hecktouched? theyre really interesting :)
Jandra: I'll be honest I did not expand the foot customizations so I probably have regular feet.
Jabberwock: for a greedy heck demon
Jandra: Are they like hooves? I'm wearing fairly normal heels. They didn't have anything practical, it was pretty much exclusively these tall heeled boots, although I am not complaining.

Jabberwock shrugs out of her leather bustier, revealing that it is not fur lined but that she has a thick tuft of fur nestled in her cleavage. She hastily shuffles the top around so she can see the fastener.

Jandra returns to a seat to unlace her boots. When she extricates one limb she shudders as she feels a digit slide out of the heel. Jandra sets the boot down and flexes a long slender hand at the end of her ankle, complete with painted nails with gilded french tips to match the ones on the rest of her hands. That would be something she would have to get used to. She takes the other boot off and stands back up, more carefully this time, and feels herself naturally orient herself on the tips of her fingers, mimicking the silhouette of heels.

After a moment of hesitation, Jabberwock turns away before pulling loose the tie that holds her parachute pants.

Jabberwock: i sure am glad i can just re-equip all this with the inventory and requip gestures
Jabberwock: i dont think i could figure out how to twist this sheet to make pants again

Jandra turns slowly in place, trying to process the sensation of walking on the tips of fingers while she unbuttons her slacks, then marvels at how effortlessly she balances on one hand and then the other while slipping them and the simple sanitary belt off.

This left nothing but uninterrupted blue flesh, approaching a cool cobalt on her palms, stomach, and thighs, and graduating to a deep midnight indigo where the flesh gathers at the joints. A bright pearl-white constellation of tattooed stars trails up her flank from knee to underbust, and Jandra stops to feel the slightly raised skin.

She had what she expected and was familiar with below the belt. A small, dartlike tuft of soft black pubes that all but hid her cleft. The skin there dipped beyond midnight into a void of black. She had found it convenient to have built in lipstick and eyeliner when she was customizing, this was an interesting consequence.

Jandra: Okay. I think perhaps I'm ready to be admired? My handiwork, I mean. I guess I'll decide how personally to take it once I hear it.

Jandra tears her eyes away from her own skin to watch the recently disrobed kobold enchantress turn around. Previously, Jandra would not have described herself as an admirer of bodyhair; however, the way the direction of the platinum fur drew the eye up to her pink belly and round breasts gave her pause.

Jabberwock: jandra! youre breathtaking!!!!!

Jandra finds herself momentarily dumbstruck, taking a second sweeping look at Jabberwock as she pads forward.

Jandra: No, you're breathtaking.

When she reaches Jandra, Jabberwock throws her arms out for and embrace, and Jandra watches, rapt, as the gesture draws the enchantress' breasts up. The handsy demon breaks her reverie to slip her arms around Jabberwock, and feel her breasts press against her own chest. Jandra barely notices she is the shorter of the two. She does notice the warm, firm length press against her stomach.

Jabberwock notices too, and pulls away, blushing furiously.

Jabberwock: oh my stars! im so sorry!

Jandra: Hell's bells, not at all. I'm not sure what we expected, getting naked together with unfamiliar bodies. Should we not talk about it? because I am terribly curious. Of course, I wouldn't have any way to articulate a response, but if you do... as I've already said, I'm terribly curious.

Jandra follows her friend, reaching up to pull her clawd hands away from her blushing face.

Jabberwock: i dont know i dont want to say anything to make you think less of me
Jandra: J-wok, look. If you told me now that you've always wanted to see what it felt like to 'jork your pernus' as the kids say-

Jabberwock laughs and wipes her eye.

Jandra: I can only laugh it off and contemplate later why id didnt' occur to me. -where did it go? What?

Jandra's eyes had slowly scanned down to where she had felt the firmness, but only saw what looked to her like a red belly button.

Jabberwock: its a dog dick it retracts i mean it was never really out you just kinda pressed against it holy shit why do i keep talking
Jandra: There is a penis in there?

Once again, Jabberwock takes a step back, and Jandra follows until Jabberwock backs into the counter and drops with a yelp with her bare ass on the cold cooking surface.

Jandra stops, hands outstretched toward Jabberwock's hips. She pulls herself out of deep fascination to recall boundaries.

Jandra: Would you... mind? :B
Jabberwock: mind what
Jandra: Would you mind if I touched it... while you continued... please.

The two of them remain frozen in place for a long, stretching moment, Jabberwock's breast heaving as her eyes flick from her exposed sheath to Jandra's covetous claws, and up to her eyes.

Jabberwock: itll uh... respond
Jandra: It would be cruel of me to hold that against you while I manualize your erogenous zones.
Jabberwock: sure 8o

Jandra descends, planting her hands on either side of the sheath, running her nails through the thick of the fur until she can use her thumbs to pull back the sheath.

Jabberwock squirms, clenching and unclenching her paws in the air, then sighs, and her erection surges, an inch of glistening red member clearing the sheath. The air is suddenly full of a curious scent, slightly headier than the kobold's light, musty body odor.

Jabberwock: uhm, im on hormones in real life, this is- this is sort of how things are for me all the time.
Jandra: I see, I see, and you are comfortable with celebrating that configuration because you are comfortable with it?

Jandra traces one thumb along the underside of the half-mast erection. This provokes a rivulet of pre to trickle down from the head of the penis. Jabberwock isn't able to answer.

Jandra: Why is there a defined glans if there isn't a foreskin and frenulum?
Jabberwock: you know your stuff

Jabberwock's responses are breathless and curt when they do arrive. Jandra takes this to mean that even this light touch is overwhelming her. Shifting her dry hand slightly to feel around through the fur until she has located testes, small and close to Jabberwock's body, Jandra curls her fingers around the exposed length of member, resting her thumb against the tip so she can feel the pre pulsing gently after each surge of length.

Jandra: It is strange. I have envied a flat chest since mine started growing, but I've never had more than an academic interest in- wait. No, I have been quite enamored with guys and sex... in the past. Anyway, my point being that I am quite sure that I would rather not have such a vulnerable tell when it comes to my emotional state.

Jabberwock's tail starts knocking against the counter. Her groin is soaked in pre which is pooling below her. She has leaned back, planting her hands behind her. When her leg comes up, unsteadily, Jandra gently guides it over her own shoulder. Then, when Jandra thought the member had grown to its full girth, a thick protrusion, like a bulb of garlic, pops free of Jabberwock's sheath, and the Enchantress begins climaxing in earnest. Thick ropes of cum paint the dog girl's tits.

Jandra steps back and watches as her close friend writhes on the counter, massaging the fluids into her chest and vocalizing unintelligibly. The bard holds her at a distance as she crosses the hut to a wash basin where she cleans herself off while she begins to consider all of the strange things she's learned today.

Notes:

Next chapter featuring:
Jane ==>
Jade ==>
Sollux ==>
Eridan ==>

Chapter 4: Non-Standard Size Disparity

Summary:

Terezi and Nepeta join a lesser known furry hentai game.

Tags: Nepeta/Terezi, Consensual Vore, Blood, Graphic Digestion, Death

gallowsCalibrator [GC] started trolling arsenicCatnip [AC]
GC: *GC L4NDS ON YOUR WH3LP1NG STOOP 4ND R4PS ON YOUR C4V3 W1TH H3R NOBL3 4ND 3L3G4NT T4LON*
GC: *4ND ONC3 W1TH H3R M1GHTY SNOUT FOR GOOD M34SUR3*
AC: :33 < *ac saunters from her dark cave a little bit sl33py from the recent kill*
AC: :33 < *ac uses one of her mouths to lick the fresh blood off her paws*
AC: :33 < *and the other one to blow you a kiss!*
GC: >80
GC: *SH3 S4YS:*
GC: H3Y DO YOU W4NT TO PL4Y 4 G4M3 W1TH M3?
AC: :33 < *ac stretches out oh so much, yawning with both mouths before falling to the ground with a content set of grins*
AC: :33 < *she rolls onto her side and explains fur the great and powerful dragon that she would, but she's pawsitively cat-tired after her long prowl about her territory*
AC: :33 < ((unless thats a real question :OO))
GC: NO NO 1T W4S BOTH
GC: TH3 PORT4L TO TH3 3MPYR34N R34LM
GC: *TH3 R3SPL3ND4NT DR4GON SPR34DS H3R W1NGS*
GC: H4S OP3N3D!
GC: 1T'S TH4T G4M3 1 W4S T4LK1NG 4BOUT L4ST MONTH
GC: D1D YOU ST1LL W4NT TO PL4Y???
GC: TH3 DR4GON 4ND CAT PL4Y3R R4C3S W3R3 CONF1RM3D ON R3L34S3... SORT OF
AC: :33 < oh wow really??
AC: :33 < i was pawsitive that was going to be vaporware
AC: :33 < *the sl33k lion raises her head curiously, before pushing herself onto her paws*
AC: :33 < that sounds like alot of fun!
AC: :33 < and i won't n33d to ask him if im allowed to!
AC: :DD < lets do it!!
AC: :33 < im downloading it right meow
GC: 1T'S TH3 STR4NG3ST TH1NG TOO
GC: WH3N 4SK3D ON SKR33 1F TH3Y W3R3 M4K1NG US3 OF TH3 R1GS 4ND 4SS3TS FROM TH3 SHOB34NS VR PL4TFORM
GC: TH3Y S41D TH3 G4M3 WOULD B3 T33N R4T3D FOR V1OL3NC3
GC: TOT4L ST4K3HOLD3R PR BS
GC: BUT 1 KNOW A KNOTTYDR4K3 SCULPT WH3N 1 S33 ON3 >:]
GC: 4NYW4Y IM 3XC1T3D TO H34R WH4T YOU TH1NK
AC: :33 < shit sorry i was uh
AC: :33 < a little bit distracted haha
AC: :33 < but the games almost downloaded so thats pawsome!
AC: :33 < why would they even tell a lie like that? the cats already out of the bag!
AC: :33 < everyone can see that this is a hentai game! they can't make us furget!
AC: :33 < *she stretches out and then flops back to the ground with her eyes half lidded and a silly kitty blep on one mouth while the other starts licking herself*
GC: *TH3 NOBL3 DR4GON TURNS UP H3R SC4L3Y SNOUT*
GC: YOU KNOW YOU PROB4BLY H4V3 4 PROBL3M WH3N YOU SMOK3 MORE TH4N 4 DR4GON >:]
GC: *4S 4 SHOW OF H3R M4GN4N1M1TY SH3 CROSS3S TH3 C4V3 TO L4Y DOWN N3XT TO TH3 B1G C4T TO 4W41T TH3 COMPL3T1ON OF*
GC: WH4T 1S 1T L1K3 4 R1TU4L???
GC: WH4T WOULD TH3 DOWNLO4D B3?
AC: :33 < oh thats a good question! i dont think my fursona would do rituals? that might maybe be the best idea though
AC: :33 < and like i dont smoke that much! todays my saturday anyway, and since equius is away, the cats gonna play!
AC: :33 < maybe youd be more willing to have fun if you werent hanging around a frigid bitch all the time :PP
AC: :33 < *she cuddles up close to the mighty dragon's powerful form, watching as the spell gets nearer and nearer to finishing!*
AC: :33 < oh im going to grab something to eat before we play okay?
AC: :33 < itll probably be done once im back!
GC: TOOK M3 4 M1NUT3 TO F1ND3 TH3 DR4K3S
GC: TH3Y'R3 GROUP3D 1N W1TH 4 DOG STOCK B3C4US3 TH3Y SH4R3 TH3 LOY4LTY P3RK >:[
GC: 1'LL W4NT TO P1CK AN OCCUP4T1ON TH4T W1LL COMP3NS4T3 FOR TH3 D1ST1NCT L4CK OF NOB1L1TY
AC: :33 < awe youre ging to be a cute little puppy dragon :33
AC: :33 < the games loading right now
AC: :33 < *ac finds one of her energy potions and chugs it down along with her fresh meat*
AC: :33 < *and then takes a breath of her special grass, letting out a plume of smoke*
AC: :33 < oh this character creations super d33p!
GC: 4 T3RR1FY1NG 4ND GLOR1OUS T3MPL4R OF PYR4LSP1T3 >:]
GC: Y34H 1TS N34T TH4T TH3 S3V3N STOCKS AND S3V3N OCUP4T1ONS INT3R4CT
GC: 1TS 4 LOT OF R34D1NG THOUGH
GC: D1D YOU ROLL YOUR ST4TS OR PO1NT BUY?
AC: :33 < oh i point bought!
AC: :33 < i went for the sphinx shaman
AC: :33 < it told me what stats would go best for it so i just built for those!
AC: :33 < didnt really read anything else though, i hope that doesnt become a purroblem!
AC: :33 < shamans prefur high pul and plu, so i just put all my points into those and adr!
AC: :33 < took some points out of sag to put into img too, because i made her an artist :33
AC: :33 < but holy fuck all these physical options! im definitely goiing to spend a lot of time here!
AC: :33 < my avatar has to be beautyifful!
GC: OH TH3S3 4R3NT OPT1ONS, TH3Y'R3 D3F4ULTS
GC: 1T'S SL1D3RS 4LL TH3 W4Y DOWN!!!
GC: UH TH4T'S F1N3 4DRO1TN3S 1S GOOD FOR T3MPLARS 4ND PLUCK 4ND 1M4G1N4T1ON 4R3 GOOD FOR CL3R1CS 4ND 1 C4N 4LW4YS BUFF V1M AND PUL W1TH DR4GON BLOOD
GC: 4DRO1TN3SS 1S MY DUMP ST4T SO 1'M NOT QU1CK >;]
AC: :33 < im gonna hunt you down and pounce you! :DD
AC: :33 < oh my god this game is so inclusive and detailed
AC: :33 < you can really smell the scent of furry porn on this!!
AC: :33 < gosh, if this game gets big i bet i could make a killing on commissions
GC: 1 TH1NK TH3S3 DR4K3S 4LL L4Y 3GGS????
GC: TH3R3'S ST1LL OPT1ONS FOR DONGS BUT TH3 3GG D3S1GN3R DO3SN'T GO 4W4Y
GC: 4LSO 1 C4N M4K3 H3R 4S W1D3 4S SH3 1S T4LL W1TH T1TS TO M4TCH >:]
AC: :33 < oh hell yeah!
AC: :33 < you better be so thick that it feels like im biting a pillow when i get that ass
AC: :33 < *she gives the dragon a predatory grin*
AC: :33 < i saw how smol the drakes were compared to the sphinx
AC: :33 < im going to eat you up like a chubby little snack ;33
GC: 1T'LL B3 N1C3 G3TT1NG T4K3N OUT FOR D1NN3R FOR 4 CH4NG3 >:]
GC: *TH3 G14NT DR4GON ROLLS TO P1N TH3 SL33PY C4T, SN4PP1NG KN1F3L1K3 T33TH 4T H3R N3CK. TH3 SC4RL3T S3RP3NT PR3F3RS H3RB4L 3D1BLES >:]*
AC: :33 < *she doesn't respond quick enough to get free, absolutely full of both sticky herb and such a large meal! She can barely resist the dragon's voracious advance! and she was the purrfect edible, constantly infused with the w33d*
AC: :33 < *she tries her best to pull her head back enough to keep her neck free from destruction, struggling beneath with furocity as she's threatened! she tries to use her claws right back, trying her best to tear at the dragon's scaled flesh!*
AC: :33 < *but she cant snap her head back fast enough, even as it cracks slightly against the stone beneath, dazing her some! despite her effort, she wasnt able to k33p her flesh free from the gnashing t33th, and blood begins to pour gently from a freshly opened slice on her neck, filling the air with the smell of struggling prey!*
AC: :33 < ((oh btw im ready when you are!))
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The first instance outside town is a warren of custard buns. It's dark, so Trizz twists her wrist to requip a torch in place of her buckler. It takes her two tries to spit a hot enough shower of sparks to light the pitch soaked rag. Light floods the carved chocolate lobby chamber of the dungeon. The hallmark amenities of an online game are enough for Trizz to cling to in this masterpiece of virtual reality. She was also grateful Nyaleteph suggested they start in the whimsical tea-themed town. While she is a fan of roleplaying, immersion and bleed have hurt her before.

Trizz stretches out her torch, her other claw on the pommel of a pitted sword. Her uniform, a set of starched white robes, barely contains breasts that are pushed up so high her stubby snout comes close to grazing them as she turns her head to search the long shadows for prey… or predator. Hot cocoa drips from stalagmites and flows deeper into the cave system. A ravaged copse of mint shrubs are the only signs of the eponymous custard buns.

Trizz reaches up momentarily to brush a mane of cotton candy hair out of her tourmaline eyes. She needed to get a headband or something the next time she went to town.

Stalking from the shadows behind the shortstack drake comes a sleek anthropomorphic lion, dressed in a brightly colored and patterned loose dress with an open front and nothing underneath. All that kept her modest was a single loosely tied belt around her cinched waist, held by her motherly hips. Her chest was much more reasonably sized, but enough to feed cubs in the lore she had in mind—and enough to give some degree of cleavage, even with nothing pushing the perky kitty titties together. Indeed a predator, but not one of any danger...

At least, not until she gets hungry later. She giggles to herself at that thought, then drops into a kitty-esque crouch next to Trizz, a smile on her maw, showing off her teeth. Even crouched, she was a few inches taller than the short stack...

Nyalateph: :33 < this place is cute
Nyalateph: :33 < its making me a little hungry though!

Really what was making her hungry was probably the heavy amounts of THC in her bloodstream, having taken another massive toke before logging in. She made sure to finish her microwaved bbq sandwich and two cans of monster, but that was never going to be an effective cure for munchies.

Trizz puts some impressive distance between herself and the floor. Her torch clatters to the ground to gutter and spit casting the cave in a pale and flickering light. The templar does a shoulder roll and comes up with her sword in both hands, but behind her suddenly unruly mop of hair she’s grinning ear to ear.

Trizz: H4RK F41R M41D3N OF UNUSU4L S1Z3! TH1S R4V3NOUS HUNG3R 1S BUT TH3 T3RR1BL3 COST TO YOUR V3RY SOUL 3XACT3D BY YON 1NTOX1C4NT!!
Trizz: W41T HOLD ON TH4T’S L4M3 L3MM3 TRY 4G41N.
Trizz: ST3P H3R3 4N N3IGH F4RTH3R L4SS! 4FOR3 YOU M4K3 4 M1ST4K3 Y3 C4NN43-
Trizz: NO, TH4TS NOT 1T E1TH3R
Trizz: HOW W4S TH4T 1NTRO 1GU4N4 T4LK1NG?

Nyala starts laughing, letting herself fall backwards onto relatively plush (though absolutely not as plush as Trizz's) backside. Once she stops, she places her arms on her knees and gives a smile.

Nyalateph: :33 < he was cute! and so are you! just tiny little cutey creatures that i want to cuddle with! you both look like scalemates :33

She grins and then rocks herself ont hands and knees, crawling at eye level towards the small drake with all her pointy teeth showing.

Nyalateph: :33 < maybe i just n33d another snack to get rid of these munchies
Nyalateph: :33 < i s33 a real tasty looking one right here
Nyalateph: :33 < even if shes a little bit unrealistic in her aesthetics and proportions :PP
Nyalateph: :33 < you look like cotton candy! i wonder if you taste like it too :33c
Trizz: SL4ND3R!!! TH1S H41R 1S TOT4LLY LOR3-4CCUR4T3!

Triss waves the sword around impetuously in one hand because, truth be told, it was a little hard to swing around in both hands with her massive honkers pushed up like they were.

Trizz: TH3S3 T1TS HOW3V3R 4R3 1ND3F3NS1BL3
Trizz: TH3 LOR3 DO3SNT 3V3N TRY TO 3XPL41N WHY L1Z4RDS H4V3 BOOBS L3T 4LON3 WHY 4 SP3C13S3 W1TH ON3 R3PRODUCT1V3 S3X H4S G3ND3R D1MORPH1SM
Trizz: TH3Y COULDV3 4T L34ST-
Trizz: H3Y W41T WH4T 4R3 YOU-
Trizz: 1M NOT R34DY!!!!

The cat is wriggling her butt while Trizz is responding, crouching down... And when she notices, she pounces, tackling the lizard to the floor with a giggle! And of course, she ends up on top, hands shoving shoulders down to the floor (likely bonking the drake's head against it too) before kneeling atop her, leaning down just enough for her hot breath to be felt.

Nyalateph: :33 < you gotta be ready for purredators when you're all small and tasty silly~
Nyalateph: :33 < now look at you, all defenseless beneath me

She lets out another giggle before leaning down and giving a looong lick to Trizzes cheek, letting out a purring moan at the taste. Most of that was roleplay, but she couldn't deny there was some truth...

Trizz: Y1P!!!!

Trizz's heart is racing, as is her mind. Her skin crawls with adrenaline as she jerks and writhes ineffectually under Nyala's weight. She was HUG3!!! This was fucking nuts. Nepeta's usual tone, which was once adorable, ices Trizz's blood. The shaman wielded certain death in her grin. Terezi wondered if the system would try to make her feel her skin and organs rend and her thoughts bleed out.

They just got here though.

Trizz: 1 DONT N33D 4RMOUR B4BY, 1M CL4D 1N TH3 L1GHT OF PYR4LSP1T3!!!
Trizz: YOU SP1LL 4 DROP OF MY BLOOD 4ND YOULL R3GR3T 1T

Trizz cringes at how pathetic she sounds, but it only fills her loins with more sparks. She's heating up under the collar, and one way or another she's ready for the show to start. When her nervous system gives her back control of her flailing she pushes her pinned arms and legs against the ground to press up closer to her would be predator.

Trizz: SUR3LY TH3R3S SOM3TH1NG 1 C4N F1LL OTH3R TH4N YOUR STOM4CH...

Nyalateph acts as if she's lost in thought for a moment before grinning with half lidded eyes, leaning down to start licking her rough feline tongue against the kobold's neck.

Nyalateph: :33 < hmm, maybe youll be more fun if i let you live...
Nyalateph: :33 < but im so hungry! you really gotta prove it

Suddenly, she digs her teeth into Trizz's throat, clenching just enough to hurt, just enough to so nearly break skin but not quite...

Before she pulls away, with another giggle.

Nyalateph: :33 < and if you try to run
Nyalateph: :33 < just remember that im definitely faster than you! :DD

She shoves herself back, flopping back onto her ass and spreading her legs, untying the sash and opening her dress to show her soft creamy belly fur, spreading up to her two breasts with nipples just peaking out, and down to her crotch, with a cute little tuft of fur resting above a pretty pink pussy, one that looks entirely human. She reaches down and spreads the lips with a gasp.

Nyalateph: :33 < oh wow that feels so real
Nyalateph: :33 < a little disappointed that its just a normal kitty
Nyalateph: :33 < oh wait im breaking character!

She changes to a seductive smile, biting her lip and putting on the predatory gaze once again.

Nyalateph: :33 < make sure you make me cum or ill make you lunch :33

Trizz has her talons under her in a heartbeat. Her body screams to flee but she knows the sphinxes all have better dark vision than kobolds.

And then Terezi wouldn't get to see the blood.

Trizz: 1LL SHOW YOU TH3 QU4L1TY OF MY CH4R4CT3R! >:]

Trizz's claws are shaking too hard to undo her belt, so she pulls her robe up over her head and kind of backs out of it, using her talons to help push herself free of her sleeves.

the cotton candy hair continues down her shoulders and back and along the crest of a stubby tail. Her pearly ventral scales are much softer and less glossy than the red ones, and her position gave Nyalateph ample view of Trizz's slightly elongated but nonetheless human vulva, as well as a cute little engorged clit. It must have taken a lot of finagling to find the right combination of sliders to make the world's cutest (and least functional) futa, but there it was protruding petulantly.

When she wins free of the robe, it's revealed that her breasts, for all their enigmatic faults don't have nipples. Thusly disrobed, she hero poses for a moment, nude.

Trizz: OH HOW TH3 D1NN3R T4BL3S H4V3 TURN3D

The kobold fights instinct with every step toward the seated predator. The air is sweet with her arousal and Trizz slides to her knees on final approach. She won't have to settle down onto her elbows to get her snout into the sphinx's dewy fur, she might not have needed to kneel. With Nyala leaning back, the kobold could probably just about reach her breasts but what else was she going to do from there? No, her attention was on the main course.

The lion giggles in response to the little drake's bravado, bringing her slightly moistened fingers to her mouth, licking them clean of her own nectar. She rests it back on her knee, watching the kobold with an excited smile. She was feeling a rush from the power she had over the tiny creature ... Especially with the knowledge that normally, she was the tiny and submissive one!

Trizz: Y1P!

Licking her lips nervously, and eyeing the sphinx's hand, Trizz plants her claws to either side, and nuzzles her snout into Nyala's ready mons before probing with her own tongue for the hood of the giantess's clit. Trizz peers up her snout and past the eclipsing mounds of Nyalateph's breasts, seeking validation.

As soon as that tongue touches her nub, Nyala draws in a shivering breath followed shortly by a shaky breath out, shifting her hips up towards that adorable little face. Her eyes are shut tight for a moment, before looking at the little creature with a very approving look, biting her thicker lower lip with a cute sharp fang.

Terezi did not expect the taste. She wasn't sure why. It short circuited Trizz's brain, who began lapping in earnest on and around the hood and into the crevices. One claw slides softly down to feather lightly at the skin at the bottom of the vulva, letting drake saliva and sphinx fluids mingle up to her wrist before carefully arranging her digits into a dart and putting a persistent pressure at Nyala's opening.

Nyalateph gasps more, losing some balance before falling back, one hand grasping at her chest and pinching at the cute little nip tip visible through the fur, and the other reaching and burying into the lizard's mane, gently and almost lovingly pulling her a little further towards herself.

Trizz slurps at the sphinx's nub as she sinks her fist into the big cat's receptive kitty. Whenever she meets resistance she lets up, withdraws, then pushes again. She could probably get the other hand in if the hungry shaman gave her time. As it was, she would be bottoming out soon.

At this point the cat's noises grow, becoming yowling, gasping sounds. Her insides flutter and clench around Trizz's fist, her hips rising against her and driving her just a bit deeper. She's beyond soaked now, her arousal filling the room with a scent almost like a cat in heat.

Throwing back her head for breath, Trizz withdraws her fist to the wrist, threatening to pop out, and then throws her legs over Nyala's stomach. From this vantage, she slides a few claws of her other hand into a gap formed by her palm, grinds herself against the underside of Nyala's breasts, and hangs on for dear life with her knees.

The lioness notices the smell of her prey partner being closer nearly instantly, causing her to crane her neck forward enough so that her long, rough tongue can effectively reach out and start slurping at Trizz's slit, the rough texture dragging along the scales and the protruding clit equally, dipping in just a bit. If she weren't a Savannah sphinx, and if she hadn't maxed out the tongue length slider (well, not maxed out. She went for a reasonable 12 inches, rather than the actual maximum, which was frankly ridiculous), this might be impossible for her. But as it was now... she could, in fact, reach the tiny kobold's sweet core with relative ease. And so she grabs Trizz by the hips and starts to eat her up out, savoring the delicious flavor... As her stomach starts to growl.

Trizz: Y1P!!!

Panic bursts and melts in crashing waves as Trizz feels her tail slide past Nyala's incisors while her tongue enfolds and probes her slit. She is shaking with excitement fear anticipation for her reward the consequences of her bravery foolishness hubris. Something small and nameless saws at the reigns of Trizz's mind.

At this point, Nyala is working off of a heady mix of pure instinct and aroused need. She starts to drag Trizz further back, tongue starting to lap above that slit then on her belly as she engulfs more of the lizards lower half with her maw, but as of yet, she's not swallowing. Just savoring, playing with her food like any cat, big or small, might. She lets out a shuddering sigh before gulping, her hands and the force of her swallow dragging her meal a few inches deeper, forcing her legs to slide up towards her sides—thankfully the dragon was flexible to fold up like this...

Trizz feels her legs being pressed up against her sides, and the press of maw around her tail. As she's dragged back, her furious fisting loses its range of motion and the knot-like flare of her wrists slowly becomes the only thing resisting Nyala's gentle sucking.

Trizz: H3Y W41T W-W3 H4D 4 D3AL~
Trizz: Y1P!!!

The kobold's voice slides awkwardly from sincere complaint to taunting.

Trizz: H4RD3R... JUST 4- Y1P! JUST 4 B1T3

It was driving her wild that she had little to no say in what happened next. There was little she could do to provide any resistance. There just wasn't any friction or leverage.

The cat continues to swallow, hands grabbing onto her prey's shoulders to try and push her down more... But she hears what her prey is begging for. Even if she doesn't have to care about her meals desires...

She bites down just enough for the teeth to dig into whatever flesh is between her jaws, just enough to stop the gulp from pulling, enough to tear just a little bit of the flesh. Allowing just a few drops of crimson red drakesblood to come forth. A dagger slides under Trizz's ribs, and the bite clears the kobold's mind like mists at daybreak. She quivers against the rough tongue, feeling her hot fluids spill down Nyalateph's maw, and this causes the sphinx to lean her head back with a rumbling purr that the kobold can feel in her entire body, considering how much of her is embedded in that predatory throat. She tries to pull her prey upwards so she can use gravity to assist her consumption, so she can ensure even further that Trizz is completely powerless.

When the lioness stretches her gullet, Trizz's claws pop free, and she slides down to her breasts and shoulders for a gasping breath, before the undulations drag her down from the fading, sputtering torchlight. Her claws and talons find no purchase. Her limbs bundle together above her. She's still riding waves of orgasm brought on by the slick, hot flesh sliding past.

Once Trizz is far enough down that any extra force is unnecessary, Nyala moves her hands. The first moves down between her legs, continuing the work of the kobold's tiny hands. The other hand reaches up to the bulge the kobold is causing in her throat, still purring along.

She lets out another moaning purr around the smaller form, eyes shut in rapturous pleasure. The taste of the blood, the taste of the flesh in general, everything about this... Is infinitely better than a microwave bbq sandwich. She has to do this again.

In the utter blackness of Nyalateph’s stomach, Trizz settles into the relatively spacious confines to recollect her thoughts and senses in the afterglow. Among the pooling fluids, she can especially feel her own hot blood trickling down her back. She focuses her senses on the heat of her life draining slowly out of her. Her lungs are already beginning to protest, and in a fog, her mind latches onto rote.

Pyralspite guide us.
Pyralspite teach us.
Pyralspite protect us.
In your light we thrive.
In your mercy we are sheltered.
In your wisdom we are humbled.
We live only to serve.
Our lives are yours.

Light wells up from within, and restores Trizz’s sight. The ache of her lungs fades. The sense of dread ebbs. Yet, she remains entombed in flesh.

On the outside, Nyala is busy grinding against her own hand, yowling like she's in heat into the open air, filling the room even more with her scent. If anyone came in here, they may not even realize there were ever a kobold... except the crimson red drakesblood on the floor and on her face.

She's bucking at her own deft fingers, shaking her meal within around, who absolutely knows exactly what she's doing. She feels herself dragging closer and closer and closer to climax... But she's not quite there just yet.

With things shaking so much, dilute acid begins to slosh around over Trizz’s shoulders, and the kobold has to struggle with her cramping limbs to right herself and keep her face clear. It’s a common misconception that acid should hurt. As a matter of fact, something which is especially sinister about acid is how often, by the time a victim notices they are being dissolved (or in this case, digested) by acid, it is far, far too late.

Trizz wasn’t fighting for survival… for some reason she couldn’t place. Her goal was merely to preserve the blessing of Pyralspite, and retain her vision as the natural process continues. There wouldn’t be anything to wipe her eyes with. In her flailing, one arm slides around past her breasts and plunges into the stomach fluids.

The lion groans at the motion inside, shudders flowing through her. She never expected the feel of live prey seemingly struggling, whether for escape or no, to feel so good! Maybe it was the nature of the game, or her class, or some particular aspect of her psychology, but something about just knowing that what was in her belly digesting right now was her still alive friend made into a meal...

This causes her buck her hips wildly against her hand, shoving her fingers as deep as possible while she lets out a roar of pleasure, body clenching as finally, finally she comes. She wipes her hand free of the fluid lazily on her own clothes, and then just lays there, relaxing into the floor with half lidded eyes and an intensely exhausted body.

Nyalateph: :33 < fuck that was pawesome
Nyalateph: :33 < maybe i should let you out but
Nyalateph: :33 < i kind of want to take a cat nap first...

And so, the cat girl rolls to her side and curls in around herself, pulling her camp blanket and pillow out of her inventory and cuddling up with them, drifting off very quicky with a loud burp.

Inside, the pressure of her laying and the expelling of all that extra air has left Trizz with an even tighter space to exist in, one where all of the stomach fluids can pool around most of her body. Perhaps thankfully, perhaps not, Trizz's head is fully freed from the fluid, and looking straight down at the rest of her form.

The walls shake, the stomach drains somewhat, and fresh, undiluted acid pours in from the stomach lining. Trizz is treated to the visual of weeping walls because, as she peers down at herself, her scales give off a phosphorescent light. For all the horrors taking place, this prompts a moment of reflection.

This would be the time for images of the kobold’s life to flash before her eyes, but Trizz cannot recall where she learned about phosphorus. It did not seem the sort of thing she would have learned in the whelping pits at Askar’aragg aerie. The thrall who selected her and her cohort for service to Pyralspite was wise, but not in alchemy. Nor was phosphorus particularly notable among the material components of her rituals. She knew the polypores that grew outside the cistern would glow because of phosphorus, but she also didn’t know how she knew to call them polypores, not simply mushrooms.

Trizz decides it must be another blessing of Pyralspite. No more miraculous than the light itself, which revealed to her the tiny bubbles of gas floating up from her scales as the acid did its work decomposing the structure of the keratin therein. It’s beginning to itch, but she has the sense not to scratch at first, but time slips from her, like the hot blood still clouding the stomach acid. Her mind wanders to topics that are dashed when she absently scratches her breast with the arm she had been holding over her head. Her claws pass through the scales like wet paper, and blood quickly obscures the flesh beneath. The pain is a distant burning, but the scratching is a poignant relief.

She shouldn’t still be alive. Relief from the all-over itching is about the only change she can affect. When one claw isn’t enough, she wrenches her other around and feels it deglove. No itching or burning. It’s the only limb that knows peace. With both claws free, she scrapes away the unstable flesh, stirring the acid into an opaque soup.

She steeps until the fluids exchange once more. Scraps of flesh hang from cooked meat. Her legs and arm are weak, and the compromised fibers threaten to tear apart where she can still fire nerves. A sluggish claw tears through to organs, and Trizz feels one more sensation as her organs flood out of her.

Her heart is slowing.

She takes up less space, and it becomes harder and harder to keep her eyes above the acid.

She ponders the timeless void until the blood can no longer cling to her skull.

With a crack, the stomach muscles squeeze down on the mass inside, breaking weakened meat, deteriorating tendon, and unstable bone all with its force. Whether or not the light still glows within, whether or not there is still consciousness in that skull, nothing would remain for long as acid fills the rest of the space.

The acid would surround the skull, removing any air for currently digesting lungs, removing any chance for eye to go unattacked, and ensuring the mind resting within the skull would be sent to the afterlife shortly as the stomach continued its grim work. It was a fact that digestion slowed in sleep, but the cats nap would ensure by the time the shaman woke up, the lizard within her belly would be well into the last half of the process. In just a handful of hours, the girl's party member would go from a living, feeling being to processing chyme in her gut.

During which, the predator dreams only of being taught to hunt as a kitten, a memory of her first live meal, and a memory of her first meal torn to pieces by her own fang. She dreams of her training, she dreams of being sent out from her pride, too. Even if the details are beyond hazy.

Even further, the stomach works on the skull within the belly. It breaks down the flesh around, and quickly Trizz loses what little sight she had.

In these few moments between, as she rests on the edge of oblivion, her fading mind flashes through even more strangely alien but familiar memories. She remembers more of her hatchlinghood, more of growing up into a templar of Pyralspite. But eventually, those memories fade...

And so does she, feeling her thoughts grow fuzzy and indistinct, before not feeling anything at all. There is no consciousness, no thought, no anything that once was Trizz as the cat's stomach continues breaking down her meal.

Notes:

Next chapter featuring:
Nepeta ==>
Terezi ==>

Chapter 5: They were Littermates

Summary:

Roxy convinces Dave to play a game she's very invested in
Tags: Roxy/Dave, Mental alteration, Dubious consent, Incestuous behavior, Trans girl happiness

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] started pestering turntechGodhead [TG]
TG: day-stri
TG: d moneeeey
TG: hey u wanna play a game w me
TG: i got a game i wnat to play w yuo
TG: daaaaave
TG: lol tell dirk or ur big bro or whtever to shush the fcuk up
TG: hey rox what's up
TG: fuck you want me to tell bro to shush the fuck?
TG: yeah nah he'd fucking kill me dead
TG: fuck maybe if i want to get out of my classes
TG: but like seriously that'd be like driving a fucking cybertruck down a dirt road
TG: while elon musk preaches about bitcoin or some shit right into your ear
TG: going ten thousand miles per fucking hour because jesus fuck you want out of that truck right the fuck now
TG: lol
TG: not to itnerrupt
TG: but im like suuper exsited about this game ukno
TG: n i just want 2 play it alot
TG: but i was gonna start talking about how joe rogan is in the back hotboxing the truck
TG: and talking about ancient aliens or some shit
TG: what game?
TG: here let me sned you that linky
TG: https://fantasyspawnonli.ne/download
TG: its called fnasty spawn online and its super cool
TG: u got a vr thingy rihgt?
TG: hell yeah i do
TG: this game has furries in it huh?
TG: are you trying to get me to play a fetish game with you?
TG: lol maaaybe?
TG: but even without the pronz its really chill!
TG: like super imersieve vr shit
TG: *immersiv
TG: i'm downloading it as we speak
TG: gonna make me a super immersive vr fursona
TG: hellz yeah
TG: im playing a catgril!
TG: *gorl
TG: u should too
TG: well how else am i going to make a fursona?
TG: i'm looking at all these guides now and it looks like the options are lame goats or cows or like
TG: tiny ass shortstack lizards
TG: or the dog people i guess but that's really more jade's thing
TG: yesss be a cat its ur destiny lol
TG: damn right it is
TG: i'm going to be the cutest catgirl in all the lands
TG: bouncing around and nyaing all over and shit
TG: it'll be hilarious
TG: omg we should play sissers!
TG: *sisters
TG: u can choose that when u make characters
TG: oh damn, i'm gonna go from bro to sis
TG: alright it's all downloaded and shit
TG: i'm gonna lock in on making this shit
TG: alrite! u shoud type in my code as a siblng: zjAI31o
TG: if u put that in you'll be my sis!
TG: n u should go to th locas capitel when ur here
TG: i gots a house there

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About twenty minutes later, the whiter-than-snow catgirl steps out of the town's starting zone and into the shadowy stone carved street of Ummsayaha. She looks up, past the buildings, past the massive temple-esque structure in her sight-line, and all the way to the ceiling above, wreathed in dark shadow. She stares in awe at the way the shadows play on the ancient carved walls. In the lore, this city was carved from sandstone beneath dunes, along with entire highways to the other cities in LoCaS, centuries ago.

The city streets themselves were lit with gas lamps, with many a player and Axolotl NPC (and even a few of the black carapacians) wandering, all chattering and blooping around her. She's fully lost in awe to the level of detail of the game, barely aware of her own, new body until she hears a voice calling from afar:

Rakora: dany! ovr here lol
Rakora: get ur cute ass in front of me rn!

Dany shakes her head and turns, spotting her sister friend waving to her. She wanders while looking around, noticing a few enticing smells on the air... one that makes her stomach growl, a meaty smell with a lot of spice to it, gets closer as she closes in.

Danyali: hey rox how did you know it was me
Rakora: bc ur my sis!
Rakora: i gots all the lores on you binch
Rakora: even that u used to be my bro!
Danyali: oh uh right
Danyali: so wait you just know shit?
Danyali: wait, i know shit about you too
Danyali: or like your catgirl fursona
Danyali: fuck your name is rakora sorry
Danyali: should try to stick to character
Rakora: ull get the bang of it!
Rakora: *h
Rakora: but u should kno we r long lost sistas
Rakora: n you just moved in w me because u were tired of the islands!
Danyali: damn all of that feels scary real
Danyali: so does all this
Danyali: what the fuck is this game
Rakora: rlly cool engine, rite???
Rakora: thats y i kockstarted it!
Rakora: follo me!

After buying a pita thing full of spiced meats (no veggies for both), the two push through the crowded, thin streets, passing by lots of doorways, windowways, and residences. Dany has no idea where they're headed, and she's way too distracted by all the new sensory experiences to even start processing that.

She has to get used to the new weight of her body, and... Well, her starting clothes don't help much. Her very first day with a full rack and she has to deal with it without a bra to keep them from swaying. That and her wide hips and all of her newly curved body are also new... But she's fairly familiar with what's between her legs. It feels less substantial than usual, and the way her thicker thighs rub against it is also new...

She shakes out of her distraction, finally realizing Roxy has been trying to catch her attention.

Rakora: hello? u there?
Rakora: i aksed if u wanted new clothes
Danyali: oh sorry i was uh
Danyali: distracted a bit but yeah
Danyali: that sounds pretty good
Danyali: i feel kind of like im walking around fully naked
Rakora: yeag the sphonx strting cloths r really skimpy lol
Rakora: cmon!

The black cat drags the white one into a random unmarked doorway, opening into a luxury boutique with an excitable axolotl there ready to help! Rakora explains to her that this is Dany's first time getting clothes, so the axolotl quickly pulls them over to her fitting room.

She and Rakora get her naked fast, and Dany is left staring at her new body in the mirrors, studying her own curves in person before looking down. This was a lot different from making herself in character creation... She reaches down and hefts a heavy tit in her hand, not sure how she feels...

Rakora: so how do u feel?
Danyali: oh yknow
Danyali: just like
Danyali: hanging out
Danyali: being a cat
Rakora: lol no i mean the new bod

She's beaming at her new sister, watching her red eyes with her own pink ones.

Danyali: well its kinda like a dream i have sometimes
Danyali: where like i wake up as a girl
Danyali: and then i just kind of look at myself and get dressed in girl clothes
Danyali: not that thats a like
Danyali: dream i have all the time or anything
Danyali: no its just every once in a while
Danyali: and its like normal for guys to have that, right?

Raks giggles at Dany's hopeful gaze but pointedly does not answer. Shortly, the Axolotl comes back with a step ladder and a measuring tape, quickly guiding Dany into the poses needed to measure while the two cats continue.

Rakora: soooo
Rakora: u liek it?
Danyali: i mean i guess
Danyali: its a little weird but thats it
Danyali: like i bet i could get used to it
Danyali: you'll see me flying around with these cool ass wings
Danyali: and i'll land like iron man in front of you
Danyali: give a :3 and a "nya!" before flying back away
Rakora: im glad :)
Rakora: i knew youd like the game
Rakora: n im glad u decided to go for it!
Danyali: well i mean its just a game right
Danyali: it like doesnt mean anything
Danyali: its like playing a girl in any other game
Danyali: and thats a thing all guys do right so like
Danyali: ... just don't tell dirk or rose okay?
Rakora: i wont!
Rakora: but im glad ur happy
Danyali: girl dont get started
Danyali: im just having a good time in a game as a hot chick
Danyali: totally normal bro behavior
Rakora: totes!

The rest of the measurement goes by with mostly just blushing on Dany's part, before the Axolotl stops to ask her what she wants. She turns to Raksy, and the two hash out what she should get. After all, Rakora is way more knowledgeable about this kind of thing....

Two hours later the two walk out. It went fairly quick, thanks to the nature of the MMO's crafting system, and Dany was glad for that. She wasn't sure she wanted to hang around in the nude in front of an audience of... anyone, really, for much longer. She started to feel funny the more her sister glanced her curves over with that look...

She gets some looks from some of the other players with her new outfit... But honestly, this just makes her smile. Her new top is a thin and light tunic that stops just below her crotch, with a deep v cut out and no sleeves, to ensure most of her fur can breathe. Beneath that is a top that works as a bra, holding her new chest in place extremely comfortably. She made sure to mention she still wanted to fly and go out in the heat with this, so the outfit was designed to be very breatheable but also tight enough to not flap around or get caught in the wind.

A result of this was that her chest was enhanced and well displayed, as well as her waist and hips. Her bottoms are a skirt that stops at the knee, also made of a silken material. Beneath that are shorts that stop there as well, with everything designed so it could all slip off very easily. Her paws are graced with ornate slippers designed specifically for sphinx feet, the little Axolotl having some spares from a local cobbler friend...

She felt amazing, really. She never really liked clothes shopping before, but something about the results of this... It made her feel giddy, honestly. The way it all flowed around her too, and the fact that it was so nice that others noticed... She even got a few complements!

She's currently buzzing in this glow, unaware that they're soon to approach her sister's home. She's nodding along and chatting very passively with Rakora, just two girls chatting aimlessly... The concept of fitting into that kind of thing gives her a flutter that she can't explain.

Rakora: okay so my house is a bit outside of town
Rakora: we gotta go for a bit of a drive
Rakora: but u'll like this!

With a flourish, she gestures to a carriage waiting for them on the underground riverway, a sort of highway system designed for faster shipment of large items. As such, it's less a carriage and more a boat, but the shape of it calls more to mind a carriage, what with the small compartment for passengers in the back and the open space for crewmen in the front.

Dany clambors onto the boat, feeling a large amount of anxiety about the water they were now over. Not just because of her new cat nature, but also because... Well, she never really learned how to swim. Her bro never taught her.

Rakora climbs in right after her, sitting right next to her in the cabin. They're sat so close they squish against each other, and Rakora quickly latches to her, leaning in close and giggling.

Danyali: damn what the fuck did you have to pay to get this
Danyali: this is cushy as fuck
Danyali: and you got me goddamn luxury ass clothes custom made
Danyali: what are you, video game rich or something?
Rakora: lol just u wait
Rakora: you will see :)
Rakora: for now we just gotta enjoy ourshelves

She leans in more and wraps an arm around Dany's shoulder, hand resting on her thigh. Dany can't help but stir at this, a little confused

Danyali: uh what do you mean
Rakora: u know~
Danyali: wh—

before she can ask for further clarification, she jolts as her sister lunges in, hand shoving the skirt up and the shorts down in one fluid motion to press into the crotch and start groping while she pulls herself in to bite down on Dany's neck. Dany gasps with the sharp mixture of sensation, before melting back into her seat... She felt a lot more sensitive than usual...

Dany leans back, pushing her crotch against the hand as legs rolled open. She's surprised that she isn't getting hard yet, because gods it felt good ...

Danyali: wait but you had me make us sisters
Danyali: isn't this a little—
Danyali: (gasp)
Danyali: oh gods you fucking did it on purpose didn't you
Danyali: this was your—

The moan that escapes when she feels the soft furred fingers find their way into new lace underwear, teasing her still flaccid still humanoid cock into a quarter hardness... Where it stays, easily manipulated and teased by Rakora's deft fingers.

She finds herself leaning to the side with a mew as her littermate leans in, kissing and biting at sensitive neck. She wished she actually grew up with her, instead of being brought back to the archipelagos with her brothers...

Rakora grins between her ministrations, working her fingers harder. She had a plan, a plan to get both of them way more into character...

Rakora: ur so cute lol
Rakora: u always were tho
Rakora: evar since we were kitties
Rakora: u remember?
Rakora: we were inseprable befor u left
Rakora: n we woud play all th time
Rakora: just like this~

She teases the shaft more, rolling fingers over the most sensitive bits. Dany squirms against her, gasping more.

Danyali: yeah sorry for that
Danyali: leaving i mean—nya~
Danyali: I just you nnnnknow
Danyali: thought boys were supposed to do that—ahn~
Danyali: and thought i was a—

Her voice stops as a weird tension happens, somewhere between Dany and her player's own psyche. For some reason, the idea of actually saying that...

Danyali: wait why are—nnf
Danyali: why are my memories all—aah
Danyali: whats happeninnnngg

Rakora was not about to let up on Dany's cute little girlcock. She rotates in more, positioning herself overtop her littermate, hips straddling hers. Her hand moves to pleasure the both of them as their crotches come close, the softness of Dany's shaft means they don't quite touch..

Danyali: why cant i—gghh
Danyali: stop that i cant thiiinnk
Danyali: aahn
Danyali: why cant i get hard
Rakora: bcuz some trans girlies cant get hard, silly
Rakora: n ur one of em :3
Danyali: wait what but i
Danyali: im not trans—

The incongruity between Dave and Dany is causing a headache to form in hisher skull, a vibration deep within that makes herhis thoughts fuzzy and insubstantial. HisHer vision and hearing goes blurry, one half of them aware that they were wearing the newest in VR tech, the other half convinced they were a character in this weirdo porno fantasy realm...

Slowly, as Rakora works on her crotch, Dany feels closer and closer. But the other voice starts to resist more, too. Her sister, thankfully, knows that she needs something new. Her free hand trails up her sister's side, causing a shaking shiver through the albino, pushing cloth up above her chest. She then drops the cloth, dropping hand down to belly, pushing up the soft fur and forcing a yowl. Dany feels fingers take hold of soft tit, squeezing it between fingers, rolling nip between finger and thumb.

The wholly new touch breaks any strength of Dany's other self, and whatever problems she was having fades as Dave lets himself subsume into her, becoming her. The pleasure of the moment is a lot more important than his half baked performative identity schtick. She just wants to come, she just wants to love her sister that she never should've left, she just wants to maintain this perfect, ideal self...

She wraps herself around her sister and trembles, feeling a rolling pleasure throughout her entire body. Dany can't even remember anything but this life, and she's not sure why she would want to. She's sure this is all she ever was, a trans catgirl with a beautiful, kind sister who she's always been very close to...

But Rakora can't help but frown as her sister cums. She's on the edge herself, but... She's still Roxy. She knew Dany was confused because of what she said and how she acted, but. The trend of her not being able to let herself fade into the character continued....

Once she cums, and once her sister relaxes, she pulls enough away to give her a smile. Dany smiles back, eyes half lidded.

Rakora: did u enjoy urself sis?
Danyali: fuck yeah i did
Danyali: gods sis
Danyali: you really know how to get me going

She pulls Rakora into a sloppy kiss, which surprisees Roxy for only a beat before she lets herself melt into it. Oh well, even if she couldn't get what she wanted, she could at least help Dave get what he needed...

It takes another twenty minutes for them to make it to their destination, so we leave them making out and bringing each other to orgasm a few more times. Every time, Dany forgets more of Dave, and every time, Roxy feels more and more frustrated that she's still so distant from Rakora.

The captain of the vessel has its crew turn it into a smaller bifurcation off the main highway, coming to a river gate. Both ends of this channel had one, with two fairly sizeable carapacian guards standing guard. They let the familiar ship pass, and the ship slips through them before fully open, allowing them to immediately stop closing.

The manor within this cave is carged with a lot of harsh straight lines, with ink-black glass windows blocking out the extraneous light given by the bright luminescent fungi and lichen filling the parts of the cavern that weren't held for the yard. There's a tower jutting out of the top of part of the building, leading up to an observatory/exit in the desert, nearby a small merchant town that Rakora would get some supplies from. The ship pulls underneath the building, as it stretches tall over the river, and stops at the dock underneath it. Further, there are twin water wheels producing just enough rudimentary power to allow the entire interior to be lit by the rudimentary lightbulbs that only the wealthy of LoCaS would be able to have.

Dany, as she steps out of the boat and sees this unfamiliar, new technology, alongside even more cutting edge tech she would not be familiar with, like an internal telephony system and telegraph poles to and from the main city, she can't help but stare, mouth agape.

Her sister was so wealthy! And, unknown to her, she also invented some new technologies that were hidden someplace within. She looks over to her sister, granting her crew quite a sizeable boon bonus for helping them there, and watches as she sways over with a grin.

Rakora: so what u think?
Danyali: wow sis who'd you have to fuck to get this place?
Danyali: like gods, this is impressive as hell
Danyali: like i just found out my sister was the queen of derse or something
Rakora: lol yeah i worked hard to get this
Rakora: made my fortune in tha markets n shit
Rakora: did some strait up entrepenuering lol

She knew that Dany wouldn't be able to understand the kickstarting explanation right now, so she went with the in-lore reason instead. After all, her dear sister was currently in the state she'd been longing for, at least for as long as she knew it was possible. Dave was so lucky.
Rakora took her sister by the hip, hand grasping at her plush ass while pushing her towards the door. She leaned close and whispered in her ear as they walked:

Rakora: now just u wait til u see the bedroom we r gonna b sharing~

Notes:

Next chapter featuring:
Dave ==>
Roxy ==>

Chapter 6: wh4t's 1n 4 d34th?

Summary:

Latula and Mituna discuss some aberrant system behavior

Tags: Nearly turning into a dragon cock, mostly just two characters talking about other events in the story

Notes:

(Mouse over or tap text to read a quirkless version of dialog if you need, works on both mobile and desktop)

In the heart of an expansive and magnificent crystal cave, a majestic creature known as Pyralspite the platinum dragon gracefully reposes upon the central dias. The cave, adorned with countless shimmering crystals of various hues, radiates an ethereal luminescence that bathes the surroundings in a soft, iridescent glow. The air within the cave is infused with a sense of tranquility, as if nature itself bows in reverence to the presence of this magnificent dragon.

Pyralspite's scales, as radiant and lustrous as the finest platinum, reflect the ambient light, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. Each scale shimmering and twinkling in unison, like a constellation of stars adorning the night sky. The dragon's namesake eyes, resembling two radiant garnets, gaze thoughtfully into the distance, seemingly lost in contemplation.

Luzz: h3y c4ptor, you busy? (hey captor, you busy?)

Latula lays in the coil of Pyralspite's tail, her head resting on the great creature's chest. She was at one point a green kobold, but having been the primary tester for the dragon's blood stock ability, her appearance is much more akin to the human-sized lizardfolk of other games. Lounging around her in-game office, she's out of her plate armor and sipping from her Tony Hawk Pro Skater™ Funko™ Mug and scrolling through her mod interfaces on a generic-looking cell phone in a Rarity themed My Little Pony™ phone case. The two piece she's wearing instead of her plate armor is a rare drop from the lust demons and wears more like a electric tape than clothes.

A shrill train whistle announces the arrival of a twentieth scale model Puffing Billy steam engine, riding on crystalline tracks. Each car in the train is host to a little green gnome in a hard hat. Sollux speaks through these gnomes, mostly through the foreman (currently the conductor) who is a frazzle-haired gnome in a gold visor.

Miter: 0MG L47UL4 YOU M0N573FUCK1NG CUM GUZZL32 UR S0 FUCK1NG FUNNY W1TH Y0U2 J0RK5 (Oh my god latula you monsterfucking cum guzzler you're so fucking funny with your jorks)
Miter: U H4D T0 H4V3 R34LLY W0RK3D 0N U2 G4G R3FL3X T0 G37 7H47 0U7 P457 Y0U2 F4V021T3 F4N745Y 5KY H02535 C0CK (You have really worked on your gag reflex to get that out past your favorite fantasy sky horse cock)
Luzz: y34h 4ctu4lly. you wouldn't bel1eve how much dr4gon hog 1 g4rgl3d th1nk1ng 4bout how busy y0u 4r3 but shut up for half a s3c. (Yeah actually. you wouldn't believe how much dragon hog i gargled thinking about how busy you are but shut up for half a sec.)
Luzz: som3body d13d 1n 4 tutor14l 1nst4nc3 (Somebody died in a tutorial instance)
Miter: 20FLC0P732 (roflcopter was a meme permutation of 'rolling on the floor laughing my ass off,' you really had to be on the internet in the ninteties shit was wild)
Luzz: no, 1 m34n y34h th4t would b3 h1l4r1ous s1nc3 w3 m4d3 thos3 f1ghts 4 l1t43r4l c4k3 w4lk, but 1t w4s pvp (No, i mean yeah that would be hilarious since we made those fights a literal cake walk, but it was player versus player)
Miter: 0F C0U253 Y0UR 7H20NG5 0F 1N5UFF324BL3 0G23 G20P1NG GU20 F4N5 C0ULDN7 W41T 0N3 W0RK D4Y T0 H4V3 4 BL00D 02GY 1N 7H3 L3457 574BL3 M4P (Of course your throngs of insufferable ogre groping guro fans couldnt wait one work day to have a blood orgy in the least stable map)
Tuna: WH16H M4P? (Which map?)
Luzz: lolc4t (Land of cats and tea)
Miter: U2 FUCK1NG W17H M3 (You're fucking with me)
Luzz: 1 th1nk 1ts th3 p3rf3ct pl4c3 for 4 gourm3t r4c3 (I think it's the perfect place for a gourmet race)

Latula stretches, running her hands up the scales of her digital husbando body pillow. Mituna was getting a little judgey, and that only reminded her that it had been a minute since she masturbated on the clock. Reaching out with her Cavalier's bond, she lets the enormous lizard know she's feeling needy, and she feels the rumble of his vast thoughts tremor down her spine. She leans forward to fix her mod slate in the air above her, switch on its halo, and turn off its microphone. Her streams weren't an advertised part of the company, but as one of the social media market strategist, she had full authority to have a side hustle.

Miter: 5O 4 PL4Y3R G07 G4NK3D 1N 4N 32071C C4NN1B4L D34THM47CH 4ND 1 A55UM3 L0S7 7H31R 0B0L L1K3 W3 70LD H32 1MP3210U5 C0ND35C3N510N W0ULD H4PP3N 4ND WH4T? (so a player got ganked in an erotic cannibal deathmatch and i assume lost their obol like we told her imperious condescenstion would happen and what?)
Miter: 1 455UM3 Y0U R3TURN3D TH3 0B0L (I assume you returned the obol)
Luzz: 4ctu4lly 4 psychopomp got to h3r f1rst. (actually a psychopomp got to her first)
Luzz: 4nd th1s h4s got to be som3 k1nd of f4nt4sy sp4wn d34th cult b3c4us3 th3y f1gur3d out the soft r3sp4wn on th31r own. (and this has got to be some kind of Fantasy Spawn death cult because they figured out the soft respawn on their own.)

Latula gazes fondly into her mod pad and begins fingering herself through the thin rubber panty, carefully running the soft pads of her claws along the base of her tail and dragging the points across the clingy material. Her other hand runs up and down her flat chest, demonstrating that the latex bra was entirely affect, and her superior reptilian anatomy is untainted by mammalian breasts. She'd begrudgingly included them in the character creator, but the dragon's blood would only preserve such an affront over her signed pink slip.

Capper: M023 L1K3 C02902873 CUCK5 H8NK321N 70 C02NH0L3 U5 0U7 04 0U2 J0B5 (more like corporate cucks hankering to cornhole us out of our jobs)
Luzz: hon3stly 1'm t4k1ng not3s b3c4us3 sh3's unlock3d a st0ck 1 forgot 1 1mpl3m3nt3d. (honestly I'm taking notes because she's unlocked a stock I forgot I implemented.)
Miter: 54Y5 7H3 FU22Y G00N32 WH0 L3G1T F02G07 70 1MPL3M3N7 HUM4N5 (says the furry gooner who legitimately forgot to implement humans)

When her enormous body pillow slash mattress slash DLC daddy starts to respond to her nuzzling and stroking, Luzz turns to encourage him with her mouth, stretching her smile to expose a maw of sharp teeth that her forked tongue lanced out of to caress and explore his slit. Once a good length of the twinned scarlet members have revealed themselves, she rolls over and braces herself with her palms to straddle the giant's tail, rolling her bottoms off of her with their own rubbery friction. She pauses to adjust the angle of her mod pad and flashes a peace sign and a toothy, coquettish grin.

th3 polls 4gr33 w1th m3, hum4ns 4r3 l4m3. 3v3ryon3 w4nts to be puppy. 1 d3s1gn3d wh4t poll3d w3ll 1n our k3y d3mogr4ph1c 4nd cronus c4n suck a chod3.

The half a dozen gnomes don't have to feign disinterest, but they don't balk at the display either. One of them was going to be editing the footage later anyway for promos. They haven't even registered that she was doing it to annoy them and in response to offense taken over something one of them said. They did, however, move the train down the track to get out of the blast zone before continuing in chorus.

Miter: U2 G3771NG 0FF 70P1C (you're getting off topic)
Tuna: TH37 D13D (they died)
Capper: 7H3Y 23598WN3D (they respawned)
Miter: WH4T5 7H3 155U3 H3R3? (what's the issue here?)
Luzz: th3 1ssu3 1s th4t th3y w3r3 fl4gg3d 4s 4n NPC 4nd 1f th3y h4dnt go773n r3z3d th3y would h4v3 gn3 1nto th3 w3ll of souls. (the issue is that they were flagged as an npc and if they hadn't gotten revived they would have gone into the well of souls.)

Luzz takes one textured length in one hand and presses her muzzle against the side of the other, kissing and licking while waiting for the response from the worldbuilders. Dragon dick, as Miter had so crudely pointed out, took inspiration from the flared tips of horses, but the rows of ridges along the outside flanks of the pair of hemipenes were an artistic touch. As was the knot which is currently sliding past her gooch under the great reptile's soft belly scales.

Luzz: 1 w4s hop1ng you'd t3ll m3. (I was hopinh you'd tell me.)
Luzz: would th4t b3 4 cl34n 3nough w1p3 to lo4d to th3 ch4r4ct3r cr34tor? (would that be a clean enough wipe to load to the character creator?)

Luzz begins stroking with one hand while she takes the thick flared head of the other turgid hemipene between her lips. The pre is cherry flavored. That wasn't part of the lore, but she figured anyone who would ever have the chance to compare notes would praise it as an inspired choice. She lets out a low growling moan for no one. Acting was all fine and good, but LuzzLatula believed that the best porn came from sincere enjoyment.

Miter: N0 FUCK L47UL4 W3V3 B33N TH20UGH TH15 4C7U4LLY G01NG THR0UGH TH3 W3LL W1LL L3G17 F0R R34L5 FUCK1NG K1LL Y0U 4ND N07 1N 4 W4Y 4NY0N3 W0ULD C4LL S3XY (No, fuck Latula, we've been through this. Actually going through the well will legit for reals fucking kill you and not in any way anyone could call sexy.)
Tuner: 1M T42K1NG 8R41N D4M4G3 (I'm talking brain damage)
Miter: 1 KN0W F20M FUCK1NG 3XP3213NC3 WH47 UN1NT3ND3D C0D3 3X3CUT10N C4N D0 T0 S0M30N3 (I know from fucking experience what unintended code execution can do to someone.)
Capper: 14 7H87 5H17 H175 7H3 N3W5 7H15 WH023 HU63 0R618571C M03B1U5 D0UBL3 238CH 820UND C0M35 48LL1NG D0WN 820UND U5 (If that shit hits the news this whole huge orgiastic moebius double reach around comes falling down around us.)

While the train gnomes go off, picking up in turn like a barbershop quartet of angry, green construction strippers, Luzz slides up Pyralspite's tail to perch, tail lifted provocatively, with her puffy cloaca pressed against the hemipenes. She works her hands down their lengths to ensure they are well lubricated. Together, the dual, equine phalluses are almost as thick as her waist, and the premature knot at their base is obviously wider than her hips. A string of drool trails down from Luzz's gaping maw.

Luzz: 1 th1nk you und3r3st1m4t3 th3 hum4n c4p4c1ty... for morb1d f4c1n4t1on. (I think you underestimate the human capacity for morbid facination.)

Luzz has to stretch up and raise one leg to get the tips pressed against her dripping all purpose passage. She can feel his warmth against her forked passage, and she rocks her hips and twists momentarily, eyes closed, negotiatiating the alignment with her own internal plumbing, letting gravity do most of the work of tucking those flared tips away.

Miter: N0 Y0U2 T0T4LLY 21GH7 4F732 7W3N7Y Y3425 P20GR4MM1NG F0R N1CH3 P02N5 1 D0 N07 G20K TH3 FULLN355 0F WHY 8NY0N3 W0ULD FUCK TH3M53LV3S 1NT0 0BL1V10N (No, you're totally right after twenty years of programming for niche porn I do not understand why anyone would fuck themselves into oblivion.)
Luzz: 4h fuck, th4t'5 my sh1t. t4lk d1rty to m3. (Ah, fuck, that's my shit. Talk dirty to me.)

Luzz starts bobbing slowly on the upper third of the dragon's paired lengths. She had a lot of loosening up to do if she was going to get knotted. Already, though the pre was drooling down her legs. She peels her top off over her head, and uses her claws to spread the dripping mess onto her belly and chest. Meanwhile the gnomes begin to speak over each other in their agitation.

Miter: L1K3 1 G0774 M4K3 M0N3Y (Like, I've got to make money)
Tuner: TH3 804RD JU5T K33P5 P0221NG TH3 UNW45H3D G00N3R M45535 (The board just keeps polling the unwashed gooner masses...)
Capper: G1V3 M3 Y0U2 9U99135, Y0U2 900L70Y5, Y0U2 D1CK CH3353 3NC2U573D 0N8H0L35 Y382N1N 402 8N 3ND 70 7H3 5U44321N6 04 M8NU48C7U23D 5C82C17Y (Give me your puppies, your pooltoys, your dick cheese encrusted onaholes yearning for an end to the suffering of manufactured scarcity)
Miter: 50 1 M337 TH3 1MP0551BL3 D351GN SP3CS 0N TH3 1NF4NT C2U5H1NG 50UL P0LLU71NG M4CH1N3 (so i meet the impossible design specs on the infant crushing soul polluting machine)

Luzz works her way laboriously down the shaft, pumping faster and reaching down to feel the twinned members push against her insides. She's lost the thread of the conversation entirely. Her mind is only on the knot and how much she wants the make the mistake of taking it. She raises her snout skyward, reaching, seeking. She reaches out to her mount mentally, probing at the separation between him and her, feeling the growing pressure under her. She was splitting in half. She felt a lump rise in her throat.

Capper: L87UL8 823 Y0U 3V3N L1573N1N? (Latula are you even listening?)
Tuner: H02Y 4U6K1NG 5H1T 1 TH1NK 1 3NV7 U2 3MPT7 FUCK1NG 6UM S04K3D 5KU22 (Holy fucking shit i think i envy your empty fucking cum soaked skull)
Miter: U2 234LLY GO1NG T0 M4K3 4 C0CK 0F U253LF T0 35C4P3 4N 4WKW42D C0NV3254710N (You're really going to make a cock of yourself to escape an awkward conversation.)

Luzz pulls herself free and collapses against Pyralspite's chest just before he dumps half a gallon of load onto her back in two streams like Wildberry Poptart icing. She can hardly catch her breath. She keeps burping up dragon cum.

Luzz: m1ter... you cockblock1ng... cuck! (Miter you cockblocking cuck!)
Miter: 5321OU5LY L47UL4 7H475 N07 54F3! (Seriously, Latula that's not safe!)
Luzz: who? (Who?)

Luzz struggles onto her elbows only to retch and unload more cum from her stomach. Her insides felt rubbery and rearranged. Her scales crawled. Her eyes stuck when she blinked. Above all, she has no idea who Latula was. She blinks up at the gnomes until her elbow slips and she falls back into the pool of warm cum.

Pyralspite shifts, carefully, reaching a talon up to one of several logs hanging from the ceiling like wind chimes. He pulls the log down at the end of its chain, and a frigid waterfall of mountain melt-off pours down on the two of them.

Tuner: 24TU24 15 Y0UR FU6K1NG N4M3 Y0U 8R41N2355 52UT!! (Latula is your fucking name you brainless slut!!)
Miter: Y0U N33D 70 2UN 7H47 4TH F1L3 1 S3N7 Y0U (You need to run that ATH file I sent you.)

The cold shower, both physically and mentally, broke Latula out of character. She was fine now, just like all of the many times she had done this before. Except that one time. Which she was mostly fine from, and she knew not to take the knot, as she had just demonstrated.

Luzz: 3m41l s3rv3r block3d 1t s41d 1t w4s 4 v1rus (Email server blocked it. Said it was a virus.)
Miter: G0DD4MN1T SCR4TCH!!! (Goddamnit Scratch!)
Luzz: 1t’s f1n3 r3l4x 1’v3 got 4 syst3m (It's fine. Relax. I've got a system.)
Capper: 1 H8D 8 5Y573M!!!!!1 (I had a system!)
Luzz: w3ll, wh4t th3 fuck do3s th4t m34n? (Well, what the fuck does that mean?)
Tuna: N3V3R M1ND TH4T W3 H4V3 W0RK T0 G3T B46K T0 (Never mind that, we have work to get back to.)

The gnomes argue for a moment more while Latula pulls a towel from hammerspace and snatches her phone out of the air. When they’ve come to a consensus, they start the engine and start to chuff back up the train tracks to wherever in hell those things always go. Latula drops down to the edge of the crystal dais, talons tapping against the side, to review her footage and contemplate exactly where she lost herself this time.

Chapter 7: A Strange Fate

Summary:

Trizz meets Arilia and they solve an issue they don't know they have.

Tags: Cock Vore, Soul Vore, Risk Of Soul Erasure, Permanent Changes To Soul, Permanent Changes To Character Psyche, Dubious Consent

Notes:

This is likely the last chapter that will be posted for a little bit as we prepare the next two or three. Thank you for reading! Please leave Kudos or a comment :3

An almost consciousness floats, somewhere in the starter dungeon beneath LoLCaT. It cannot count as a consciousness, more of the spark of a consciousness, the possibility of one, clinging to what remains of a former body as it travels through some other entities intestines. This non-being, this echo of a soul once named Trizz, has died, and the body it used to treat as vessel has been transformed beyond recognition, into just nutrient and waste for the cat that ate her. But, the non-being that was once Trizz experiences a sudden, bright burst of light, a feeling of being dragged forward, faster and faster, and shortly...

She finds herself opening her eyes, staring at the star hazed night sky of Hades, filled with flowing motes of cosmic dust. And near her, a goat woman sits, preparing some tea. When she notices her charge awakening, she bounces on over and above her. For the life of her, Trizz would be incapable of remembering... anything about what came before her arrival here, except for the echos of fleeting memory as she died...

Arilia: hi! i saw your s0ul wandering so i br0ught y0u back faster.
Arilia: y0ur death wasnt marked c0rrectly i think!
Arilia: thats n0t supp0sed t0 happen 0_0
Arilia: but y0ure here n0w! welc0me t0 hades trizz!
Arilia: i'm arilia 0u0
Arilia: things might be fuzzy f0r a bit s0 im here to help!

That name, and the goat, and the familiarity of both all come rushing together at once to the dragon's brain. She knew this goat, in another life...

Trizz: 4R1L14! WH3N D1D YOU B3COM3 4 GUY?

Trizz scratches absently at the small of her back where she had been bitten. She knew where she was. Even the freshest welp acolyte knows about the afterlife. Why it wasn't a psychopomp of Pyralspite caused her some doubts.

Arilia: 0h, im still a girl!
Arilia: the satyr psych0p0mp c0uld 0nly be a male is all
Arilia: but i made my avatar as feminine as i c0uld!

She then sets about preparing a cup for the freshly resurrected Trizz, and one for herself.

Arilia: i sh0uldve expected y0ud kn0w ab0ut this game h0nestly
Arilia: i just g0t viskir int0 it t00

Terezi blinks over her cup of cooling tea as her train of thought skips tracks. That's right, she's been roleplaying. The fading memories of Trizz's life become a chilling warning. She has only enough time to consider the need for a mantra before she latches onto something else Aradia said. Death had not raised Trizz's heartrate like mention of Viskir S'zaret.

Trizz: YOU M34N VR1SK4 PL4YS F4NT4SY SP4WN ONL1N3?
Trizz: WH4T TOWN 1S SH3 1N?
Trizz: D1D YOU S33 H3R W1TH 4NYON3 3LS3?

The goat at no point realized there were any issues in Trizz's mind, thinking her friend was mostly just dazed post death. After all, even if it was mismarked, it should just follow the rules of a normal death, right?

And now she had to answer questions she wasn't that excited to...

Arilia: 0h we started t0gether
Arilia: h0nestly im n0t sure where she is or what shes up t0 n0w
Arilia: we uh
Arilia: had a disagreement and she bl0cked me 0n tr0llian 0_0
Arilia: but she sh0uld still be ar0und L0qam if she didnt find a new party yet
Arilia: 0h, tavr0s and s0llux are g0ing t0 j0in s00n if y0u need a party!
Trizz: CL4SS1C VR1SK4 >:[

Terezi picks Trizz up off the ground and dusts herself off, gazing up at the stars. She marveled at how the system managed to render the implicitly *under*-world's sky.

Trizz: J33ZUS
Trizz: 4S MUCH 4S 1 WOULD LOV3 TO W4TCH THOS3 DORKS G3T R3P34T3DLY M4UL3D BY 4DOR4BL3 W1LD CR1TT3RS 1'M NOT R34LLY PL4Y1NG TH1S G4M3 FOR TH3 GR1ND
Arilia: that's 0kay! 0ur party is pretty balanced f0r that but i'm m0stly here t0 have fun 0u0
Arilia: y0u kn0w i'm n0t ab0ut 0ptimizati0n play
Arilia: i d0n't really have any0ne to rp with right n0w
Arilia: and s0llux pr0bably isn't t00 interested in that kind 0f thing

She sips at the tea and gazes up at the sky as well. This was her first time astrally projecting into Hades, only here as a part of her first class quest. Saving Trizz from being dumped into the soul pits, a fate neither realized was almost hers, was a detour. Trizz likely would have gotten out without being melted down, considering the nature of her in game 'soul', but still.

Trizz: OH YOU SHOULD TOT4LLY G3T 1N TOUCH W1TH NY4L4T3PH
Trizz: SH3 4ND 1 RP 4LL TH3 T1M3
Trizz: DO YOU W4NN4 DO YOUR PSYCHOPOMP D34L IN CH4R4CT3R?
Trizz: 1'M PL4Y1NG A T3MPL4R THOUGH- OF 4 D1FF3R3NT GOD TOO 1T COULD G3T SP1CY
Trizz: YOU WANT SOM3 K1ND OF WORD SO 1 KNOW YOU W4NN4 BR34K CH4R4CT3R OR 3ND TH3 SC3N3?
Arilia: 0h that s0unds like a l0t of fun!
Arilia: satyrs d0nt really have g0ds—they w0rship natural f0rces
Arilia: but im sure we can find a fun way t0 make this w0rk 0u0

She inventories her teaset once the two are done drinking and rises to two hooves. While standing, Trizz is either at or below Arilia's crotch... And her powerful sense of smell definitely notices that mythic and potent Satyr musk...

Arilia: red light yell0w light for safe w0rds? red t0 st0p, yell0w t0 break character?

Trizz is about to comment on Arilia's evident experience with certain kinds of role playing when the musk hits her. Her eyes wander to the saytr's happy trail as it meets with her low slung waist band.

Trizz: TH1S H31GHT 1S GO1NG TO B3 4 LOT TO G3T US3D TO >:]

She turns her head away from looking down at her friend, a notable blushing forming once she realizes. The bulge seems even more obvious in these newer class clothes, almost accentuated and absolutely not hidden by the folds of the cloth. It stirs slightly from the attention.

Arilia: 0h y0ure right at eye level arent y0u
Arilia: anyway!
Arilia: lets get t0 the scene!

She turns back and takes a breath, before trying to set her face into a more serene, calming smile. Trizz smirks and lets her eyes linger. If Aradia thought she could hide behind a twinky frame she was deluded. The kobold is still breaking down the many-layered musk as Arilia slips into character.

Arilia: welc0me, little 0ne, t0 the land 0f the dead
Arilia: d0 y0u remember h0w y0u came t0 be here?

Trizz: DONT R3M2MB3R HOW 1 D13D
Trizz: NO
Trizz: BUT 1 C4N GU3SS >:]
Trizz: 1 MOSTLY 'M3MB3R TH3 B1G T1M3S
Trizz: Y1P

That felt altogether too good. A literal thrill from snout to tail tip. Terezi needed to come up with that mantra. Arilia, however, notices Trizz still watching her shaft, mistaking her unfocused expression for letchery. She tries to ignore it, but this just causes her to put more of her own focus to her crotch. Because of this, it starts to swell and slip free of the sheath, growing the bulge and heightening that heady musk.

Arilia: that is very n0rmal actually
Arilia: the dead 0ften have t0 think deeply 0f how they died
Arilia: and dead 0f y0ur stature 0ften will never be able to remember
Arilia: m0st k0b0lds are just sent to the well 0f s0uls with0ut st0pping in the realm h0wever
Arilia: 0ften with0ut a chance 0f ressurrecti0n
Arilia: unless y0u have an 0b0l with y0u?
Arilia: if y0u d0 n0t we may have t0 impr0vise t0 get y0u 0ut with0ut sending y0u t0 the well 0f souls
Arilia: unless y0u d0 n0t wish t0 return
Arilia: i am n0t sure h0w t0 return with y0u with0ut an 0b0l

Aradia is one hundred percent playing in character. She knows Trizz should have an obol, but she asked for the full psychopomp deal. She's put on a ghostly voice, and is putting on a certain, almost mysterious air.

Trizz wonders, briefly, if she can even draw the obol from her inventory. In the older games, it was less of an inventory item and more the button you clicked to revive in the game over menu. (The well was the exit to menu button.) However, as she does the in-universe equivalent of patting her pockets, Terezi recalls a bit of lore from one of the in game books that she was sure no one else had read.

Trizz: W3LL 1F YOU W3R3 4 R34L KOBOLD SP1R1T GU1D3 YOU COULD 34T MY SOUL 4ND L4Y M3 4S 4N 3GG
Trizz: 1 DONT KNOW WH4T F4UNS DO THOUGH
Trizz: Y1P

She had tried to keep her vocabulary short, but probably went a little longwinded. Keeping herself from tripping while keeping pace with the long legged psychopomp and her hypnotically swaying erection took her full attention.

Arilia halted for a moment before continuing, trying to ignore the cloth sliding over her cock. She's trembling a bit while walking, and... well, now she was thinking of Trizz as a Yoshi. That wasn't making her any hornier, but it wouldn't cause the opposite either.

On the topic of soul consumption for resurrection, she recalls training that she had for such a thing. Two alternate trainings, actually. She was taught for a quest that faun and kobold both had an ability where consumption of a soul would preserve it (unless expelled by some other means, which would destroy it instead), and also that this game had many strange forms of consumption.

Arilia: faun cann0t lay eggs y0u are c0rrect
Arilia: we 0nly have live births
Arilia: h0wever we may be able to use this t0 0ur advantage
Arilia: faun are capable 0f alternate m0des 0f c0nsumpti0n 0_0

The concept of doing this causes her cock to throb, and she almost stumbles to the ground because of this. As of yet, they're nearing the crossworlds to the living world, so she takes that as an excuse to stop again.

Arilia: whatever we d0, we must decide s00n
Trizz: W3LL, FOR 4 L1V3 B1RTH DONT YOU N33D SOM3ON3 W1TH 4 WOMB?

Trizz's consent to consumption was implicit and immediate. She licks her lips and swallows, and this introduces Trizz to an entirely different dimensionality to the scent of the musk. Unthinking, Trizz fails to keep her distance when Arilia comes to a stop. One wrong turn would bring that throbbing cock in range of her snout. Trizz was trying to mind her friend's boundaries, but surely turning could be read as consent, and they had safe words.

Terezi manifests the image of a stoplight. Even if she forgets her life outside the game, she committed to remembering this anachronistic detail of Trizz's escapades. For now, the light shone green.

Arilia does turn to look, then looks down. She jolts a little as the cockbulge slaps against the drake's snoot, taking a deep breath and letting it out. She does not move, even if she were surprised by how close the kobold and the cock have gotten... Already Arilia's having trouble focusing on anything but desire. But was that really a bad thing? They were roleplaying, after all... and she had been so pent up recently...

Arilia: yes we w0uld need that
Arilia: h0wever absent any 0pti0ns
Arilia: i believe as l0ng as a s0ul is intr0duced to a w0mb a pr0per resurrecti0n could take place
Arilia: and as l0ng as s0me0nes s0ul remains in my b0dy it w0uld be p0ssible to transfer that s0ul t0 a partner

The goat pauses for a moment. No motion has been made to remove the cock from where it lay by its owner, and that hypnotic aphrodisiac scent is all Trizz is able to smell, soaking into her face's scales...

i w0uld need impregnate a w0mb with the s0ul as my seed
and then y0u c0uld be resurrected

Trizz reaches up to hold the other side of the bulge, sapping its warmth. She could already imagine it sliding down her throat. She licks at the air again, and the tip of her tongue flicks at the shaft.

Trizz: OH 1 S33
Trizz: YOU H4V3 TO SMUGGL3 M3 TO TH3 OTH3R S1D3
Trizz: 1N HERE

The kobold's claw slides down the shaft, under the loincloth, to rest on one of Arilia's balls. Arilia shivers and presses herself harder against Trizz, a little unconsciously. Her cock throbs at the image of using her tiny friend as a cocksleeve... But it drools when she imagines consuming her.

Arilia: that is c0rrect
Arilia: i will be sure to keep y0u safe and secure within
Arilia: if i d0nt y0ur s0ul might be destr0yed fully 0_0

She starts to gently rock, before pulling back just enough that her cock is right in front of the lizard's snout, dripping pre onto the earth and staining it with satyr essence

Arilia: that is unless y0u have an 0b0l
Arilia: h0wever if y0u d0 i may just c0nsume y0u anyway

She grips her shaft by the base, holding it in place.

Arilia: d0 y0u have any final w0rds bef0re 0ur escape?

Trizz tries to fit her snout around the warm flesh, sucking thoughtfully. The scent was cloying. If she wasn't careful she'd never get it off. Fortunately, she wasn't planning on riding this hog. She works her way, licking and kissing, to the flared end before looking up.

Trizz: Y3LLOW: 1F YOU CORRUPT MY G4M3 F1L3 ON D4Y ON3 1LL F1ND YOU 1RL 4ND CURB STOMP YOU.

Terezi watches Aradia's reaction as she stuffs her snout into the end of the ponderously oversized cock. Lapping around the raised tip to help lubricate her entry and spread the already dripping pre over her face. Arilia can't reply to that in any meaningful way, despite an attempt. The words die in her throat with a shudder, the ram leaning against a low stone wall that they had stopped near. She places a hand in Trizz's hair, pushing her further in before bucking her hips with a gasp. The shaft allows her snout to slip in easily, the tissue within it rippling towards her destination as if attempting to swallow her whole.

Trizz notices that the satyr's musk is less strong in here, but that powerful mystical essence is still present. Perhaps undetectable, but present. Arilia lets out a low husky moan that sounds a lot like the bah of a horny male goat. Feeling her cock stretch and swallow around her diminutive friend was a divine pleasure. Arilia thanked the spirits of nature for gifting satyr with this ability, thankful to use it for a less selfless purpose than some of the ram's brothers might... Though that thought was very tempting in the moment.

The first point of resistance comes when Trizz's head slides in up to her shoulders. She's not sure what to do with her hands, so she tucks them under her breasts and digs in with her talons. She has to nuzzle her muzzle to let the welling pre past to coat her shoulders. Once she gets in past her shoulders, however, her grip on the ground slips, and a surge in Arilia's erection flips her ass into the air. Trizz then only has gravity to assist in wiggling further.

She was tempted to call upon Pyralspite to alleviate the burning in her lungs, but that seemed to fuck things up last time, so she persists unaided, trying to focus on the press of warm flesh against her scales and the sensation of magical liquefaction. Her soul was being converted into the seed of life, but mostly Trizz felt her thoughts trailing.

Arilia starts to buck her hips even more, feeling like she's about to finish. But she knows to hold back that desire for a rush, even as she shudders and gasps as the cock reaches the hips of the smaller creature, and then past that, and then past that.

Trizz is very shortly fully engulfed. Precum, colored slightly pink, dripping forth from the cock while it fully gulps down the lizard. Inside, Trizz starts feeling her body break apart even before it's dragged into Arilia's balls, her outer layer of scales becoming sticky and pale

Most of that lost body mass is dragged outside, leaving a colorful puddle on the floor, but her soul remains intact within. Finally, she finds herself in the strangely open space of the testes. The biology in this game was lore-built to be very vore friendly, after all. Once she lands, she finds herself strangely without the need to breathe in this space, still conscious, but trailing as well. All of her is starting to pale, every inch of her body starting to tingle, starting to feel full of pleasure and lust... Enough of her body is still in the balls, just the first centimeter of flesh or so gone. Strangely, she would still look like a version of herself, if anyone were there with eyes to see. This version would appear to be one made of gloopy, slowly breaking apart cum. Like a slime creature, but made of seed.

Outside, Arilia can't help but grab hold of their cock with both hands, starting to stroke it with a need. They want to cum, but they know if they do, their friends soul, or at least parts of it, will likely be destroyed. Inside, Trizz can feel that motion, and the gentle tensing of the testes. The pleasure builds for her too, and a quiet need to be released. but she knows as well that if she isn't released into someone, her soul will be nothing but cum...

Among the hum of lascivious whispers, one disjointed lobe of thought recalled a name for this monstrous state: a gutter slime. Among the various magical gels and giant amoeboids that make up the rich taxon of slimes in the Fantasy Spawn lore, gutter slimes are the natural result of any congestion of civilization in a magical realm. In this case, however, Trizz was not an incomplete homunculus thirsting eternally for the blood which would complete her. She was a wayward soul of... some description- converted to this incomplete state for passage back into the land of the living.

An equal-sized lobe, irritated by the meaningless babbling of the first, practically pulls itself apart from the soft, folded bipedal mass to slap against the wall of the spacious testicle. This stroking she was feeling was going to break something. This game had already proven to be untested. She needed to get back to a playable state before she ended her session.

A third lobe hummed along with the growing chorus of whispers, and explored any remaining fold or nook for residual sensation. More life surging and stroking... more quickly coursing through the tension... growing more and more indistinct... but more and more united in thought and purpose.

They leans back even more as the form in their swollen testes softens further, the mind and soul within finding itself splitting more and more as it became singular units of gametes. Once one fertilized an egg, she'd be fully reborn, but in this moment... Well, it almost seemed as if they'd permanently be split into a trillion little swimmers. But Arilia reminds herself desperately that she has to stop, even as they keep needily jerking off. Even as little drops of Trizz's soul get pulled away with pre.

The churning quiets and the slime girl settles into a quivering mass of ill-defined limbs. Relief met the refused and took shelter in the raconteur. It was all well and good as long as they all ended up in one place. One soft, warm place. Someplace she could slip into and fertilize. Not the cold stone of the underworld, far from the well of souls. Not an aimless collection of half-thoughts. She was falling apart as it was.

Arilia's able to slow herself just at the edge, able to slow til there's no danger of losing precious cargo...but the souls and minds within may be fully separated. She cannot tell. Arilia still can't bring themselves to pull their hands away, even if she knows she needs to. Finally, she tears her hand away with a shudder, a dribble of trizz dripping from her tip. She shoves herself to her hooves, staggering. She can't hide her erection, but if she doesn't get moving...

So she starts moving, the world of the seed within shaking and vibrating with every step. And still, the balls work on the load, still breaking everything that was Trizz into seed. It works on her more now, the slimegirl losing cohesion as she moves further from a discreet being and more towards a puddle.

Arilia stops at the gate guards, who look them up and down. These two NPCs, skeletal lizards of some description, do not question or even think to question the erection. But Arilia still looks away and blushes in shame, even as they let them pass.

She has a feeling of where to go. That someone is waiting for her, whether they know they are or not....

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Not far from where Arilia will walk back into the world of the living, Viskir is looting the corpses of two noobs she freshly sent to Hades, having tricked them into thinking she would guide them to a high level dungeon to level rapidly. She had learned fairly quick that the dead often forget how they died here, and she was taking absolute advantage of that.

After all, it's what Mother Spider told her she should do. And not only that, but to do a ritual that would bind their souls to Mother Spider. There wasn't any mechanical effect from what she could tell, not for players. NPCs and special enemies souls would then be sent to Mother Spider's realm, but players, when properly killed, should always go to Hades anyway.

Some classes had special zones for death, but that didn't matter much to Viskir. What mattered was these noobs always had excellent loot to sell to the stupid merchants in towns, so while she was pleasing her goddess, she was also making plenty of Boons.

Arilia stumbles forward, feeling their mark on the horizon. They know their elf is near, even if she doesn't want to see them. The thought of her causes the shaft to throb, a splatter of Trizz falling to the ground, the pink fading to white before dissipating entirely. Hopefully those wouldn't cause her any issue.

Viskir feels a prickle on her neck, and then takes a quick, paranoid glance around. She sees no one, but she feels like something will discover her here, in this small wooded clearing with two murder victims, if she isn't careful. And so she rushes, digging through their meager inventories before stripping them off, taking all the clothes to sell to—

A crack of a twig causes her to turn suddenly, her mystic blade flashing in her hand, a snarl on her face as she—

And then she realizes who it is. The ram stands there, fully, painfully erect, with her balls swaying. Viskir tries to yell in anger, but her voice is caught in her throat as that scent overtakes the clearing.

Arilia steps towards Viskir as Viskir backs away, shaking as she feels a heat build in her loins.

Viskir: Get the fuck aw8y from me, pervert!
Arilia: 0h but viskir
Arilia: i th0ught y0ud want a hand in saving her life 0_0
Viskir: What???????? What the fuck are you t8lking a8ou—

The goat gestures numbly towards his balls, to the spirit within that is on the edge of full conversion.

Arilia: a mutual friend 0f 0urs is here
Arilia: but she met a strange fate
Arilia: and i needed to steal her 0ver the b0rder between life and death 0_0
Arilia: unless i find a suitable h0st f0r her new purp0se
Arilia: then her s0ul will be f0rfeit
Viskir:God Meadow, this is some low shit!
Viskir:Using a d8rk roleplay plot line to try hook me 8ack in????????
Viskir:You're more of a pervert than I—
Arilia: d0 y0u wish f0r trizz t0 die, then?

Viskir's eyes widen. She knows that name. Terezi was playing???????? And she could save her life? But something isn't adding up to her, even as her eyes start to focus more on the swaying balls, full of virile seed, and the knowledge that Arilia probably meant to fill her with that cum........

Viskir:8ut she should have just gone through H8des like these two losers!
Arilia: she l0st her 0b0l.

This chills Viskir's heart. How? Players weren't supposed to... Those were instanced! She backs up against a tree, the plush of her modest rear resting against it.

Arilia: put y0ur blade away
Arilia: pet

She, surpising herself, does. The blade touches the ground and shatters into millions of evaporating shards. Also surprising is the death of the complaint on her tongue as the Satyr blocks her in, staring slightly down at her, cock twitching just inches from her mound.

She doesn't stop him when he reaches down, and in one motion shoves her pants down just enough for him to shove two fingers deep into her cunt

Arilia: y0u are mine t0 use
Arilia: may as well use y0u t0 d0 my w0rk

The Satyr leans into the elf, pressing his cocks head against her folds. He grabs her by the hips, and then drags the pants off.

Viskir: Listen I.... I'm only doing this to s8ve her, alright?!
Arilia: shut the fuck up, wh0re.

He grabs her by the throat and squeezes, causing her to grasp his wrists suddenly with shock. He holds her for a moment, watching as she starts to fade just enough... Before turning and throwing her to the floor. He steps over as she tries to right herself, rolling her with force onto her back before crouching above. Some of the soul he consumed drips between her tits as he studies her face.

Viskir feels the cum's heat against her chest, feels it soak into her heart. He rests himself lower, positioning that cock between her tits, thrusting against her chest.

Arilia: w0uld that i c0uld c0at y0ur face with the remains
Arilia: but i made a pr0mise
Arilia: and fulfilling it will feel just as pleasurable

His voice is deeper than Viskir has ever heard it. It sounds entirely unlike the ram has ever sounded, even before... She gasps with pain as the ram forces her legs apart, spreading her wide as he knees in position, lifting her by the hips.

She could just run... Trizz would forgive her for that, if she just ran instead of... But she couldn't. Even if she wasn't trapped by his rough, bruising grip, she knew she couldn't...

She wanted his seed too badly. And so, when he entered, all at once and without any care for her virginity, the scream that belted from her was one of both pain and pleasure.

He bears down on her, slamming into her with his heavy balls slapping her ass, grunting and groaning as she gasps and moans, gripping her with his surprisingly soft fingers as she dug into his flesh with painted clawlike nails.

Within the balls, the cumslime can feel the jostling. It feels that burning pleasure rebuild through itself, and it knows exactly what's about to happen. It was about to serve its purpose, about to impregnate. As it comes closer, that's all the mass can even consider, even as thoughts and feelings and memories and everything else simplifies into more churning seed, into more life giving virile cum.

He's half tempted to pull out, just to see what his partner would do if he destroyed her friends soul. But his softer half holds him back, her voice reminding them both of their duty as a cleric of the forces of death.

He sighs with anger, deciding to take that out on his elf bitch with a pwoerful slap that causes her to cum on the spot, her abused and stretched hole trying to drag his cock in as she does, as she feels her thoughts white out, as she prays to the mother that her child will be strong enough for her. She remembers her blood mother telling her childbirth was the truest sign of a woman's power, and that she was lucky to be born with such power...

Finally, the ram slams in one last time, sending another powerful orgasm through his elf before he fills and then overfills her womb with his potent, virile seed, flooding her insides with his essence, with his mark. She'd be his forever now.

When the quickening returnsm the chorus sings in triumph, and everything that was Trizz (which had not dripped onto the stones of hades or painted the inside of Viskir's thighs) poured into the blade elf's womb, and the soul within the cum feels itself recoalesce in the forming zygote, slowly becoming aware of herself once more. But forever changed by the still occurring process. What had been lost is filled from her new mother's flesh, and as firmly as Viskir is bonded to Arilia, Viskir imprints on Trizz. Cells divide like a progress bar as a hybrid character is generated from the mix of stocks. Dark skin, more humanoid proportions, functional breasts, a narrow strip of silver mane, and an extra pair of curling horns from her father.

Her first thought was of revenge on Nyaleteph. This felt wrong, but it also felt like it would be gratifying.

The elf is clinging to the ram, shuddering and shaking. Arilia tugs gently and says something in a softer voice, but Viskir doesn't really hear. Her entire body is trembling, her head cloudy. And slowly, her muscles relax and she falls away from her lover, who pulls out of her, some of the leftover seed pouring forth from that now well abused hole.

Arilia: are y0u 0kay?

Viskir can't help but wear a giddy grin, nodding up to the ram's slightly concerned looking face. The ram smiles back. Mother spider, why did she ever push this beautiful goat away? She pulls herself up, and pulls Arilia into a deep kiss....

Arilia stands up from the still trembling Viskir, the second session being just as rough and dominating as the first. He dresses and watches her twitch before smirking. He raises his skirts just enough and points his flaccid shaft at her face, suddenly letting free a torrent of his piss into her open mouth. All she can do is sputter, but she seems to lean towards the musky liquid with her mouth open wider, eyes still half glazed and mindless. He moves so to cover her entire body and soak it into her silvery hair, before dropping his skirt again. He leaves without a word.

When Vriska wakes up and after she brings herself to two more orgasms, she makes sure to unblock Aradia.

Notes:

Next chapter featuring:
Aradia ==>
Vriska ==>
Terezi ==>

Chapter 8: Advanced Techniques

Summary:

Eridan demands Sollux show him all of the advvanced techniques before he brings Feferi into the game

Tags: Eridan/Sollux, Mental Alteration, Status Shifting

caligulasAquarium [CA] started trolling twinArmageddons [TA]
CA: fef wwants to play a VR game called fidospawwn or some ship
CA: you are goin to show me the advvanced techniques so i can harpoon that wwhale
CA: if you knoww wwhat i mean
CA: wwhale because she is rich as fuck
CA: i wwould nevver comment on a wwomans wweight
TA: 2orry ii wa2 two bu2y gettiing laiid iin fantasy spawn onliine what do you need?
CA: thats exactly wwhat im talkin about dude
CA: i wwant in on some a that
CA: wwhat kind a freak a nature do i pick to use a gun?
TA: oh 2hit my guy you know what?
TA: feferii ii2 goiing two want two be a mermaiid riight?
CA: this is wwhy i call you the sharpest tool at my disposal dude
CA: you knoww she lovves the fishes
TA: you for 2ure need to piick the amphiibious merfolk
TA: theiir 2niper u2e2 a harpoon gun
CA: you know wwhen i decided you wwere goin to do this for me i didnt imagine it wwould be this easy
CA: its sorta sus
TA: not at all 2iir
TA: ii al2o recommend you diig iinto the cosmetiic2
TA: youll want to impre22 iin and out of battle
CA: if that wwas a inuendo it wwas shit
TA: have you ever 2een frog penii2
CA: no wwhy?
TA: exactly
TA: youre goiing two want two cliick through all the optiion2 two driill down two the 2liider2 and checkboxe2
TA: then look for the one that 2ay2 reproductiive realii2m and uncheck that box
TA: iitll giive you completely diiferent optiion2 and you can just 2urprii2e me

---

The amphibian running the punch stand barely spoke english. A nagging thirst was already aggravating Eridan. That combined with the sweltering heat really drove home the efficacy of the VR technology in a way he could hate whole-heartedly. The punch tasted of dragonfruit, and it was the only thing keeping him waiting for Sollux.

Eridan had already been accosted by no less than three baby-talking amphibians trying to rope him into quest lines. He’d let Feferi drag them into whatever beached dolphin rescue strikes her fancy, but Sollux could just show him the controls in a random encounter or whatever.

Another childlike creature swaggers over. This one was pink instead of red. Erdian would have ignored it if it didn’t start talking.

Mamoru: Please excuse Bloop
Mamoru: My precocious automata wishes to converse Bloop

Eridan is surprised that, aside from the little gasp of air at the end of each sentence, this little pink guy was smarter than the average noodle. Eridan doesn’t have enough time to reflect on this, because a porcelain doll steps delicately up beside the dapper gent. She’s beautiful, and dressed quite fetchingly in a lenticular weave that looks both blue and red. She glances down at her mary janes and turns her heels out before crossing her arms behind her back. She beams up at Erebus.

Salem: what2 up? you want two try two fiight somethiing?
Erebus: sollux?
Erebus: wwhat the fuck dude
Mamoru: My lady Bloop
Salem: whats wrong?
Erebus: you made a girl?
Salem: yeah. automata get multiitple toon2 two cycle through
Erebus: could you cycle to a dude this is wweird dude
Mamoru: My lady Bloop
Erebus: wwhat is he goin on about?
Salem: iignore hiim
Erebus: kinda hard to dude
Mamoru: My lady Bloop
Salem: ju2t 2top calliing me a dude and hell shut up
Erebus: thats fucked

Erebus takes an uneasy step backwards, and Salem feels steamy under the collar. Her gaze slides down to the cobbles, and her hands fold fretfully. She had thought that she could smooth over all of this, but she was finding it harder to skip ahead of Momoro and earn his raised brow of consternation. He had been such a gentleman, he deserved better.

Salem: look thiis game ii2 all full of npcs wholl talk your ear off
Salem: your2 not miine mamoru take2 care of that for me
Salem: anyway all tho2 npcs are going two look at you liike an iidiiot iif you dont buy iin to the experiience
Salem: untiil paragon ii ju2t got the one toon 2o youre ju2t going two have two deal
Salem: 2o do you want two go try a battle or what? (edited)

Erebus sighs and rubs the flat span of skull between his eyes, which pop into his skull as he closes them.

Erebus: is there a spawwn point on a beach or shore?
Erebus: im boiling
Salem: really? ii hadnt notiiced
Mamoru: There is a lake in the north Bloop
Salem: thank you 2iir
Erebus: sure wwhatevver can wwe wweigh anchor already?

---

The lake outside town is an instanced map. It was considerate of Mamoru to provide a private setting. To enter the area, the party of three crosses over the top of the dam that maintains the depth of the waterfall-fed lake. Salem skips to the handrail to point along the water's edge.

Salem: there ii2 no dry entryway
Salem: thii2 mu2t be a merfolk dam

They reach the smooth pebbled shore, and the axolotl walks up behind Salem to start helping her out of her dress.

Erebus: wwhat are you doin noww?
Salem: ii dont want to get thii2 dre22 wet
Salem: the penaltiie2 wiill make me a 2iittiing duck
Erebus: cant you just requip? the first guy i talked to onboarded me
Salem: actually, for 2ome reason you cant ju2t equiip nothiing
Salem: ii dont have anythiing el2e two wear
Erebus: youve been playin for hours havent you gotten any drops?
Salem: mamoru get2 mo2t of that
Erebus: so youre goin to strip naked
Salem: iit 2o barely count2
Salem: iit2 a game
Salem: iim a doll

The hoop skirt goes up over Salem's head. She doesn't break eye contact with Erebus.

Salem: unle22
Salem: doe2 it count?

Salem lowers her gaze, pointedly.

Erebus: no wway
Erebus: these sails only get raised for one hundred percent albacore

Salem unfastens her petticoats and lets her hoopskirt drop. She's left in bloomers and slip. She leaves the axolotl to inventory the dress as she approaches Erebus, stopping to reach back and slip either shoe off. Her bare feet click against the pebbles. When she reaches the frog man she drops her bloomers. She's wearing stockings, but nothing else to hide the blue china filigree womb tattoo.

Erebus: nice
Salem: yeah ii 2pent a lot of tiime on iit
Salem: iid love to show it off
Salem: siince your not goiing to be weiird about iit

This takes Eridan time to process. The logic was ironclad, but he was lucky his newbie outfit was made for swimming because he was definitely lying about not getting hard looking down past the crest of his friend's mons pubis with nothing but a slightly more opaque gusset hiding who knows what. He reaches out and loops each thumb through either side of the stocking, still checking the joints in this precarious bridge to heteronormativity.

Erebus: you make a fair argument

Erebus squats to pull the stockings down and peers up between the ample ball jointed hips. Salem lifts one leg out of the stocking foot and pulls it up over her head like a gymnast, angling her pelvis for a better view. Two ridged lobes, like the underside of a cowrie shell, seated in between the sockets. Without even thinking, Erebus places a knobbed finger between them, and they part with only slight resistance. Salem bites back her reaction. Erebus wasn't ready to hear her squeal. That would make this awkward. Instead she schooled her tone and suggested:

Salem: you could practiice 2ome advanced techniique2

It was cold to the touch. That was what let Erebus dissociate the object he was holding from his friend. His finger slid in easily. He felt around inside at the walls of the interior. She was tight.

He has to slide forward onto his knees to wrap his lips around her, and then his long tongue began to lap and probe.

Salem: that2 very good what youre doiing there
Salem: keep doiing that honey
Salem: you dont want your jaw two cramp when youre doiing the real thiing

From her vantage, Salem watched Erebus' hands reach for his belt. She plunges one hand under her gathered slip and gropes at her breast plate. They were firm stoneware but they were sensitive.

Salem: tho2e liip2 would feel good up here
Erebus: stop talkin

Erebus stands, his pants pulled down around a slender purple member Salem barely gets to glimpse before its thrust into her. She steadies herself by lowering her leg onto his hip, then moans freely when his lips enclose her entire breast and his tongue begins lashing her nipple.

Erebus: yeah you like that you wwhore

Salem's knee gives out, but Erebus catches her, looping his forearms under her knees and encircling her waist with his webbed hands. Both of them wonder at his ability to use her like an object. His pre-slicked dick thrusting rhythmically into her lifeless cavity.

Salem felt a unity of form and purpose as the sensations loosened her control over her body. Every thrust seemed to press her consciousness further into the void. Her arms dangle loosely at her sides.

Erebus felt this foreign body come into alignment with his own. Long, muscular limbs, perpetually coated in lubricant sliding against clothes designed for utility rather than modesty. It had been so long, and the toy in his hands accepts his seed without judgement. Thin cum spilling out around him and pooling on the ground.

It was quick, but neither of them could afford for Erebus to dwell on the act. When he lifts her easily off of his limp and dripping member, the strength in his body bleeding into the ground, the axolotl is there to collect her immobilized body.

He takes her over his knee and cafeully disassembles her midsection as it slots into her breastplate. Inside, he removes the entire vaginal assembly and turns to wash it out in the lake water. He is gentle, but exceedingly adroit. The feeling it just returning to her fingers when he has her reassembled.

Mamoru: You are a lucky girl, you know that Bloop
Mamoru: All this trouble for your curiosity Bloop
Salem: thank you 2iir

Erebus looks on in dazed curiosity. It was good to warm up before questing. Mamoru was a real pal for letting a party member use his doll. Erebus understood the affection the axolotl showed for it. It was a priceless possession.

Erebus: you ready to dive dude
Mamoru: Yes I think our preparations are complete Bloop

Notes:

Next chapter featuring:
Eridan ==>
Sullux ==>

Chapter 9: Only Clowns and Horses Work

Summary:

Gamzee and Equius cross paths under unique circumstances
Tags: Gamzee/NPC, Animal Transformation, Mental Changes, Instinct, Technically Bestiality

The stallion stands outside of one of the may general stores here, in the capital of the archipelagic Land of Maps and Treasure Thisavropolis. He was snorting unhappily while pawing at the ground with his hoof, throwing himself back some to tug at the rope holding him in place. He was tied up to a horse hitch, like a real horse would be, which was intensely enraging to him. He was a real player, not just some animal! Equius could feel his anger boiling, about ready to—

And then Arthur, his 'rider', exited with a bag of supplies. He apologizes to the stallion, patting his face before offering an apple. This frustrates for a moment, but Etheius takes it and feels his rider's touch calm his nerves. This had to have been the strangest part of playing this game.

His rider explains what he had gotten, and how it will help. But he can't help but notice the insectoid is using a voice one might use with an actual beast of burden rather than an equal. This caused another stir of rage.

Etheius: D->You are forbidden from ever talking to me in such a tone ever again, Arthur. I am a human player, you are a simple game construct.

The rider shakes his head and simply says no to Etheius, in a very firm commanding tone. Etheius is shocked at this direct insubordination, so shocked that he can't even formulate a reply—especially when he hears that scarily familiar voice.

Gizem: JeSuS mOtHeRfUcK, Is ThAt MoThErFuCkInG hOrSe TaLkInG? tAlK aBoUt A fUcKiNg MiRaCle.

The horse lets out a snort-like sigh, turning to the clown as his rider frees him from the hitch and saddles up, the insectoid waving and offering a greeting to the clown. Despite the fact it wasn't uncomfortable, Equius wasn't a fan of the weight on top of him, but he wasn't about to complain. Or rather, whenever he did Arthur gave him that same firm voice, and for whatever reason that was enough to keep him from continuing. Really, he'd buck him right off if that wouldn't make the game unplayable.

Etheius: D->Hello Gamzee. I am sorry that you must see me in such an unfortunate state, I didn't fully realize the extent of this game's depravity. Making someone of my stature act as the mount for a simple soldier...

Gizem: Oh ShIt, Is ThAt MoThErFuCkInG eQuIuS? wHaT's Up DuDe!

The stallion nods while his rider tries to correct Gamzee on the horse's name, as well as telling him to lower his voice as to not spook him. He didn't want his nervous stallion to rear, after all... This causes a frustrated snort from Equius.

Etheius: D->Yes, I decided to play this 100d game as soon as I learned that Nepeta was playing it without my permission. Sadly, I chose the wrong starting city entirely on mistake. My rider Arthur and I were planning to ride forth towards LoLCaT—

Gizem: ThAt'S a FuCkInG mIrAcLe DuDe BeCaUsE i NeEd To Go ThErE fOr My QuEsT
Gizem: wE sHoUlD fUcKiNg TrAvEl ToGeThEr!

Equius winces at the swearing, his ears swiveling back. Arthur immediately sets to soothing him, and Equius can't help but feel a little uncomfortable by how effective it is at resolving his discomfort and anger... Etheius tilts his head into the pats as he replies.

Etheius: D->Yes, that does sound like a possibility. However, I feel that I could travel faster if you had a mount as well.

Gizem: Oh DuDe, ThAt'S sO eAsY! i'Ll JuSt RiDe WiTh ArThUr!

---

And lo, that's how they set out from town, despite the dersite revealing he had a quest that needed completing. He magnanimously agreed to coming back later, but didn't seem pleased to be taking orders from the horse. Gamzee sat behind Arthur on Equius who was literally carrying the party with only mild frustration.

Currently, the three find themselves camping far from any major or minor city. They had only recently gotten off the ferry and started on their way towards LoLCaT, finding themselves in a very rocky river delta. The main road was stone paved, and their camp was in a frequently used spot only 100 feet from the road. Of course, Gizem and Arthur are sharing a tent, but Etheius is trapped standing outside, hitched and covered in a blanket. He's tied to a tree, as well, unable to move more than a few feet in any direction. Thankfully, some accessible water and food was left for him. The darkness and the trees loom around him, and he can't help but wonder how he's supposed to log out. He shouldn't have skipped that tutorial..

He's not afraid of the darkness, but he has been feeling a rumbling frustration at how horse-esque he had been treated by his rider and his friend so far. He was a person! He shouldn't have to sleep outside in the cool night air, and he absolutely should not have to relieve himself out in the open... He had been holding it in as long as he could, but he had to go earlier while they allowed him to graze, hobbled and watched so he couldn't run. Not that he would. Arguing would have gone nowhere.

The shame of having to urinate like that in front of an audience was an outrage. However, his rider had somehow calmed him again in his upset! If it weren't for his worry for his best friend, he would not ever have dared to play this awful, terrible game. The worst was the feeling of the sizeable equine bits between his legs, if he were being honest. As he walked, he couldn't help but be aware of the rolling testes, the sheathed cock. Why did the puppet horses even need such realistic bits anyway???

He snorts in anger when he hears more noises from the tent. The moans of his friend and the strange vocalizations of the NPC he was forced to carry were only frustration. Why the hell would Gamzee decide to just... Do that?!

He feels a pressure in his bladder once again, and that pulls his attention away. He releases it much easier this time, worried that he might be getting used to it. He could only hope his party couldn't hear the sound of it. He feels so deeply embarrassed by this, and rather than deal with the rolling in his guts, he decides to try to sleep. Hopefully the game would just boot him out...

---

He wakes up in the VR setup, sweating up a storm. He shoves himself up and pulls off his VR rig, tossing it to the side. It bounces off the wall and onto the floor, thankfully unbroken due to the STRONG material it was made of.

He reaches up to his sweaty face and groans. For some reason, his body feels... Incorrect. His hands are cramped and feel strange, and he finds himself miming the shape of hooves. He really shouldn't play that game any longer... And that's when he notices the warm puddle soaking into his sheets and clothes. He looks down, and realizes... He needs a fresh towel.

A few hours later, after he had thrown all of his bedding and clothes through the wash and taken a long shower, he returns. The bed is still wet, and he can still smell it. He sighs and places his palm against his face, shaking his head. He grabs his laptop under his arm and goes to his living room, falling onto the couch with a crack as it breaks even further. He'd have to replace it soon, so his roomates wouldn't complain. He opens the laptop gingerly, hearing the poor hinges creak under their heavy amount of wear, and he starts to research how and why no one else has complained about pissing themselves while playing.

He quickly finds a reddit thread with a new player complaining of the exact same thing, but worse. Thankfully, he avoided doing that despite feeling a need to, but he knew he couldn't forever. The thread suggests a few things, but the most popular post is a link to a full bodily-needs-handling set. He is loath to spend the money, but human anatomy wasn't his major.

With a groan, he sets up a rush order for one, to be delivered in the morning. The things he does for his friends...

---

The next morning

terminallyCapricious [TC] started trolling centaursTesticle [CT]
TC: Yo MoThErFuCkEr, YoU rEaDy To GaMe???
CT: D->I would prefer not to, if I were to be entirely honest.
TC: WhAt? DuDe We CaN't JuSt MaKe ArThUr WaIt FoR uS
TC: ThAt MoThErFuCkEr NeEdS hIs HoRsE aNd BaRd! HoW eLsE iS hE gOiNg To Be A hErO kNiGhT oF dErSe?
CT:D->He is a game construct and not a real person. I am certain he will survive just fine.
CT:D->I am the player, not him. I would appreciate if you and he stopped treating me as a normal horse.
TC: MaN i WiSh I cOuLd BuT wHeNeVeR i TaLk AbOuT yOu LiKe A pErSoN hE aCtS aLl StErN aNd CoRrEcTs Me
TC: I dOn'T lIkE dIsSaPoInTiNg ThE gUy :o(
CT:D->But you would rather dehumanize me?
TC: DuDe CmOn
TC: YoU cHoSe ThE mOtHeRfUcKiNg PoNy ShOw In An Rp GaMe
TC: PlAy YoUr RoLe, DuDe!
CT: D->
CT: D-> Is that a command.
TC: UhH. sUrE. i CoMmAnD yOu To PlAy HoRsIe AnD sHiT.

---

Setting up the apparatus to ensure he didn't have some sort of accident again wasn't simple, and it was exceptionally uncomfortable. It included ensuring he had a catheter in for whatever reason... But, once he woke up in the game in the exact same position he had fallen asleep the night before, he couldn't feel it whatsoever. All he could feel was his unfortunate new form. The day of traveling was even worse, but for entirely different reasons.

It was mostly the two men making out on his back. He feels a rage growing, but every time he's about to let it explode, his rider reaches down and sooths him some more. What's more, even though he was careful to use the bathroom before he entered... Well, going without releasing for hours wasn't an option. And so, he asked they stop so he could relieve himself privately. The speaking, the first time for the day, was met with a shush from the carapacian, but the two riders promised they would.

He didn't expect for the rider to bring them to a road inn with a stable. He had no idea what Gamzee nor his rider were up to, but he was in a single stall surrounded by other, non-player mounts. Well, at least he was alone. He didn't like it, but he found a corner, and raised his tail, allowing his bowels relief.

A few hours later, a drunken Gizem stumbles into the stables to check on the stallion, but it is only a moment before Arthur comes in, pulling the clown into a deep kiss. Arthur's mandibles brace on either side of the clown's face, one of his hands slipping below Gizem's belt. The clown moans quietly, and quickly undoes Arthur's own belt. Arthur grasps Gizem's pants with both of his abdominal hands and drags them down. Both dominant arms shove the clown by the shoulders against the wall. Four spindly insect arms pick Gizem off his feet, and the insectoid's surprisingly humanoid penis quickly enters his friend, slamming into him as if Etheius wasn't there at all.

Etheius can't look away. He stares at the two fucking in front of him, ears flicking at their sounds, watching their faces as they lose themselves to pleasure. It doesn't take long for Gizem to stain his clown suit and makeup with his orgasm, and shortly after that Arthur lets out a grunt, filling the clown with a notable amount of his genetic fluid. Without saying a word to their faithful steed, they leave, leaning against each other for support.

Etheius snorts and paws at the ground, feeling angry at being an unwilling audience to Gamzee's lewd actions with an NPC! He's also angry at his shaft, now fully out of its sheath.

He, of course, can only sit and wait as his arousal abates and his anger simmers to nothing. At some point, an unwitting stablehand leads all the horses and himself outside. He mostly just walks in circles as the others graze and debase themselves publicly, though he does suppose real horses don't have to worry about such things.

If he were in that position, this would be much easier. But no, he had an example to maintain. He wasn't about to destroy his own pride for the sake of roleplay, no matter what the clown suggested. He stops and starts grazing once he realizes he is getting somewhat hungry, though... really, this wasn't the worst existence. He still wished that he didn't make this choice, but he was sure that there were worse...

Etheius loses all attention to the outside world, just sitting with his thoughts as he grazed. He didn't prefer acting the part of the horse, but if it's all he could do he would spend it in his own mind, considering the situation he found himself in and if it were really worth it...

He raises his head again, and starts to study the other horses. Mostly, he's trying to determine if any of them are fellow players, but the fact he sees most of them just grazing and wandering, and not caring as they relief themselves as well, he's sure that none of them are. The males are the most interesting to him, and he feels that is a good sign. The fact he isn't interested in the mares suggests that he's not letting instinct subsume him.

His eyes drift over the other stallions' muscles rippling beneath the thin layer of fuzz, staring at their flanks, watching as they move. He feels something stirring in his loins... And when he realizes this, he snaps his eyes over to the horizon. If a horse could blush, he would be doing so.

The land stretching around him, in this area between LoMaT and LoLCaT, were mostly a mix of loose forests and grasslands. Currently within a rolling hills biome, the breeze carrying smells of distant towns. It was only sunset, the golden light covering him, and he couldn't help but think about how long the journey was taking.

Travelling from the islands to here required he be on a ferry, which for whatever reason frightened him. Normally, he wasn't afraid of water, and had even ridden on Eridan's boat on the rare summers he was invited to his family's estate. But for whatever reason, the water made him a lot more nervous in the game. His eyes drift back over to one of the stallions, an impressive and large black pelted creature with notable hairy fetlocks. He could tell it was a draughthorse, a kind his family would not have around, but here it made a lot of sense. He'd guess a Clydesdale or a Belgian Draft were the inspiration, based on the size and the look. He was sure they'd have some silly fantasy name here, however.

His eyes graze over the flanks of his new fascination, flowing towards a massive sheathe hanging below. He can feel himself heating up again, but not in the rageful way he was used to. This time, his eyes linger as the horse turns and he sees between the legs a massive pair of virile testes. This horse would make an excellent breeder, he thought, as his eyes rolled over the back of his flanks. He didn't even mind as the horse relieved himself while he watched. In fact, he began to trot over.

He wasn't sure what he was going over there for, but any thoughts he had were feeling distant, and a little slower than normal. Really, he needed to figure how to log out... But he hadn't seen anyone do that yet, so he wasn't sure... The horse turns to him and those thoughts stop. He's chewing at some grass, and Equius finally notices how his cock is currently fully out. His shame causes him to turn and start to walk away. He could only stop suddenly as he felt a massive snout knock his tail out of the way, which he willingly moved aside. That curious nose would then sniff at his pendulous balls, sniff at rock-hard cock, sniff at every part of his rear.

His heart is thudding in his chest as he tries to urge himself to go and run, jump the fence, run away. He was sure Gizem and Arthur could understand, that this was much too in character for the horse—Not horse. He wasn't a horse! But he couldn't force himself to move, his legs staying in place. It was almost like his body knew better than his mind what he actually wanted...

Suddenly, a massive weight is on his back, and a horses head lowers next to him with a snort. He can't help but let out a shuddering whinny as he feels the gigantic shaft of the much larger, much more dominant stallion enter him. He needed to buck that horse off now! He could feel something wrong, something deep in his brain cracking. He didn't know what it was, but this awful feeling knew if he didn't run now, whatever it was would break.

That shaft drove deeper, deeper still, stretching his insides and causing his every muscle to tense. He paws at the ground in front of him, letting out another whinny at the mixture of pain and pleasure. He couldn't help it. The sounds of a pleasured horse were being dragged out of him against his will. The feeling of that gigantic cock nearly pulverizing his prostate, causing electric shocks that cause his pelt to twitch gently, causing his thoughts to be interrupted...

And then the dominant stallion thrusts, slapping much larger testes against Etheius's as he bottoms that massive cock out deep inside of him. Etheius can only whinny even louder, not caring if people noticed honestly. He barely could comprehend why, nor what shame even was at this point. He still knew he should run as he felt that point deep in his mind continue to crack, but for the life of him, he could not figure out why. All he could comprehend was that this felt amazing.

Gizem is inside the tavern's dining area with Arthur, both cuddled up at a table near a window that has a full view of the pen. The clown is currently turned to watch the horse, half worried for his bud. As soon as he can tell he's having fun, he turns away with a grin.

Gizem: tHaT mOtHeRfUcKeRs HaViNg A gOoD tImE nOw
Gizem: FiNaLlY fUcKiNg GeTtInG iNtO iT
Arthur: This is good. I hope my steed does not continue worrying about our quest
Gizem: nAh ThAt MoThErFuCkErS nOt GoNnA bOtHeR uS iF wE dO yOuR tHiNg FiRsT
Gizem: wE hEaDiNg To A dUnGeOn FoR yOuR qUeSt RiGhT?
Gizem: yOu DoNt GoTtA lIsTeN tO yOuR sTaLlIoN fOr ThAt ShIt
Arthur: You are quite right. I only hope his non-steed tendencies are quiet for it. This is a major task for Our Lady of Derse, and I don't want his... inconsistencies causing us issue.
Gizem: nAh DuDe He'S gOnNa Be AlL gOoD aFtEr ThIs. AiNt No ThOuGhTs AbOuT hOrSe ShIt LiKe ThAt

He guffaws, and Arthur smiles at his love's laugh. He leans in and gives him a kiss, and then they fall into deep distraction once more, even with the busy inn around them...

In the pen, EtheiusEquius is struggling mentally. His thoughts are getting more erratic, less coherent. He needs to run away fast let his mate continue, or else something bad will happen is all he knows. He can feel his psyche cracking apart cock dripping, about to burst forth seed onto the floor break into pieces if he isn't careful. He snorts and throws his head back, leaning it against his mate, affectionately nuzzling as he feels closer and closer.

He needs to log off cum right now. He can feel himself fading into nothing He can feel himself about to finish, dragged closer and closer to his end—

All at once, his mate pulls out and cums, seed spattering onto his back. Similarly, he cums too, seed spattering onto his forelegs and the mucky ground beneath. His mate pulls himself off fully, walking up aside and leaning against gently, almost possessively. He snorts and leans back, before both go back to grazing for a few hours, having a few more rounds between then and now.

The next morning, Gizem heads to the stable to see if Etheius has logged in for the day. For whatever reason, he was completely unable to contact him over trollian, so he was pleasantly surprised when he saw the steed waiting in the pen.

Gizem: tHe FuCk'S uP mOtHeRfUcKeR?
Gizem: yOu HaD a GoOd TiMe?
Gizem: yOu LoOkEd LiKe It

Etheuis snorts and shakes out his mane, not able to understand the clown. Gizem laughs and strokes his mane, a bit shocked when Etheius lifts his tail and releases a fresh pile of droppings while he's right there. The clown smiles though and laughs, patting the horse's neck.

Gizem: dAmN mOtHeRfUcKeR yOu SuRe As HeLl GoT iNtO cHaRaCtEr HuH
Gizem: a MoThErFuCkErS gOtTa ReSpEcT tHaT sHiT

Noticing the horse's cum-spattered pelt, he calls to the stablehand to help him wash the stallion down. By the time Arthur exits the tavern, his steed and bard are clean and ready, the horse acting exactly as he expects a stallion to. He doesn't even make a verbal complaint when Arthur chooses to turn towards his quest, and not towards LoLCaT, instead heading back to LoMaT.

In fact, the stallion's only response was to relieve his bladder when his master asked him directly.

Chapter 10: Rebirth

Summary:

In which John dodges a bullet named Vriska (again?)

Tags: John/Vriska, Public Sex, Public Masturbation, Orgasmic Birthing, Trauma

EB: is anybody online anymore jeez!
EB: seems like every one i know has been idle lately...
AG: Wow John long time no see!
AG: Gods you must be really desperate to message your ex!
AG: I don't know what your lame friends are doing. All the cool kids 8een playing FSO recently!
AG: It's me, I'm the cool kids ::::)
EB: i don't know, i can think of a few people who might fight you for the title of cool kid.
EB: theyre all idle whenever i'm home though.
EB: just me and my roommate jake watching old movies on vhs.
EB: at least when dave's bro isn't... uh... over.
AG: Wow you're still as lame as always, aren't you?
AG: 8ut may8e your 'cool kid' friends are playing FSO too
AG: After all, it's the 8est game out right now
AG: And it's 8arely out of 8eta!
AG: Heyyyyyyyy, may8e you should play it with me? ::::)
AG: I need a 8uddy! Aradia stopped playing with me and this game's waaaaaaaay more fun with friends
EB: sure i guess that couldn't hurt.
EB: its like an mmo or something?
EB: haha i searched it this definitely looks like something jade would be into.
EB: dave too maybe but don't tell him i said that.
EB: jeez, is there a human option even?
AG: Ugh of *course* you'd be the type of lame to want to play a human John!
AG: This is why we 8roke up!
AG: Just play an elf. I'm a 8lade Elf warlock of Mother Spider and my character's so 8adass!
AG: If you want I can help guide you through character cre8tion
AG: I can give you aaaaaaaall the tips on how to not 8e monster food on day one!
EB: big if true.
EB: roxy taught me that one.
EB: ugh i don't wanna be like the jackass of jackasses but can't these games just have a gender button anymore?
EB: i honestly cant tell which of these options is a guy.
EB: the buff one definitely is not.
AG: It really depends on what your stock is! The elves are all pretty girly, the faun are all very manly
AG: What kind of role do you like to 8e in RPGs?
AG: 8ecause those are usually stock-locked in this game
AG: Honestly you kind of give me sky elf vi8es
EB: gosh, i don't know. i usually end up playing tanks, but i kind of don't get the appeal of big dumb armored guys or like lame pseudo religious powers. does this game have a dodge tank?
AG: Yeah actually!
AG: The evokers aren't really tanks usually
AG: Pretty often they're 8ig dick dps!
AG: 8ut the telekinetic is specialized in distracting and dodging the enemy's attacks
AG: And it's a sky elf locked occupation!
AG: Fucking called it ::::)
EB: awesome, he totally looks like a kingdom hearts character. this dude is so sweet.
EB: whats up about blade and sky elves? theres a moon elf i saw even. there's not gonna be a problem where factions can't team up right?
AG: Oh, no. The factions are 8arely relevant unless you go for the top tier gear
AG: Players are moooooooostly expected to 8e external adventurers slash contractors, kind of like how FFXIV does it
AG: The elves don't get along in lore, 8ut that 8asically only matters for RP
AG: And really it's mostly the moon elves and the 8lade elves, for whatever reason. It's one of those rivalries that no one remem8ers why, you know?
AG: All we know is they used to 8e the same, 8ut then suddenly the 8lade elves split off and were 'evil' or whatever
AG: The sky elves 8arely care a8out any of it though! They seem to 8e 8ased on the fae, 8ut I don't know for sure.
AG: Anyway anyway, do some customization. It doesn't matter for stats, 8ut its worth doing more than just randomizing.
AG: Oh and remem8er, no one gives a shit what you look like irl vs the game. Just 8e whatever!
AG: Seriously, if you come in just looking like 8oring lame Eg8ert, I'm coming to your apartment and 8eating your ass.
EB: okay okay, jeez
EB: i WAS trying to pick something mostly like me but i GUESS i can pick some cool and unique options........
EB: rad hair.
EB: augh! no, okay, glad you made me click through. oh my gosh! i guess we know why this game is so popular.
AG: Oh yeah! This game has a *lot* of options!
AG: Just w8 til you get into the game
AG: Oh you can ignore the modifiers pro8a8ly
AG: There's like a whole list of them and they 8asically only matter if you want to do something weird
EB: yeah imagine if i like... made a girl on purpose. that would be so dumb. so dumb and not at all sweet or awesome and possibly offensive.
AG: Oh yeah, you couldn't do that! You're such a strong manly man!
AG: 8ut hey here's an idea.
AG: You should try something like that!
AG: I don't think changing your character once you start is easy, 8ut there's only the one slot so why not live a little?
AG: 8ut honestly you're probably way too lame to try it
EB: pff hahaha this is one of your lame pranks right? get me to put girl parts on my only character for this totally popular game?
EB: get all your cool bisexual friends to come laugh at the goofy straight cis white guy posing as, uh... i don't know i guess, but just because i can't figure out why its a prank doesn't mean i'm going to fall for it.
AG: Oh yeah, you definitely wouldn't want to 8e confused for a trans girl, right?
EB: i already hit create anyway!
EB: character creators are lame.
EB: who spends more than five minutes in a character creator?
AG: And I spent at least 32 minutes in the character cre8tor!
AG: 8ut if you're done, join up with me ::::)
AG: We're gonna power level you!

---

John had never had cutting edge graphics, so this VR thing that piggybacks on his own imagination was an astronomical leap for his gaming experience. The first thing she noticed upon logging in was the smell of the sea. He grew up in a suburb, and the most exotic vista he was used to was the park fifteen minutes away from his house. The sea was in everything, even when you couldn't see it.

It was warm, which was nice. -and sunny, which felt like a glass of cold water when you have a headache. John, or Joyce, stood in their newbie medium armor: a worn and terribly comfortable leather bolero over a thin vest combo that struck the perfect balance of coverage and breathability for the coast of wherever they were.

The shorts were short, but Joyce's legs looked nice in them so she had a hard time being uncomfortable in them. He stood in the square for a moment just turning to see the springy coattails of his vest bob behind him.

His hair is white like a polar bear's fur and his eyes are a flowery red like the hot pink a tomboy might salvage out of the Barbie section she's been restricted to. They recognize Viskir at a distance and wave, beaming smile plastered over his face.

Viskir is currently seated, trying to get comfortable with the growing mass in her stomach. She had already pissed twice since entering, and the damned leaking of her swollen and achy breasts meant the inside of her clothes were moist, noticeably so.

She nods to Joyce as they approach, struggling to stand up and meet him halfway. The first thing they would notice is that she looks at least 8 months pregnant, swollen and waddling. Her body is a lot wider than they remember! Especially since her player profile was made early on.

Viskir: Hey. Damn you went for cute, didn't you? Come on, let's get you some 8etter gear.

Joyce is just able to tear his eyes away from Viskir's milky tits to turn his heel and coquettishly admire their own calf.

Joyce: oh gosh, you think so?
Joyce: what about you though, is there some kind of stat boost being pregnant has and how many stacks of it did you take?

It would be a sick enough burn if Joyce meant it as one, but her tone carries a natural singsong naïveté that proves it to be an honest question. They hold out their hand to help Viskir up.

Viskir: Ugh, don't ask, long story. 8asically, I'm saving a friend's life.

She bats their hand away, perfectly content to struggle on her own.

Viskir: And hopefully just the one! 8ut I should 8e a8le to carry your sorry ass through a dungeon or two!

She still has plenty of bravado it would seem! But now that the two are standing fairly close, Joyce notices something else: Viskir smells like a barnyard. They may have thought it was something nearby, but now, they're sure the source is her. Joyce snatches back her hand, blinks for a moment, then raises it to sniff discretely, before scowling and rubbing the back on the doublet of a passing turtle.

Joyce: i can use a two handed weapon with no hands at medium range. i totally just pull agro and kite. is there a dungeon or something where i can just leeroy jenkins all the monsters into your spider trap? the trap that is totally in no way set for dumb sky elves?

Viskir: I mean yeah you have to pull aggro
Viskir: That's how we'll make sure you get all the exp
Viskir: 8ut honestly this sounds like it'll 8e a lot easier than all those other nerds I helped
Viskir: They all died!

Of course, Viskir doesn't mention how... she pulls out a map of the local area and points at a small nearby island.

Viskir: This is where we're headed, 8akalsa 8ay
Viskir: It's a 8it of a trip, 8ut I have a ship ready for us
Viskir: We don't gotta rely on ferries or anything!
Viskir: We really should get you something that 8uffs your adroitness first though, just to 8e sure these higher level enemies 8nt gonna have a chance
Viskir: And yeah that'll pro8a8ly 8e the plan so I don't have to run around everywhere
Viskir: Seriously, running around with this 8itch taking her sweet time in there is annoying!
Joyce: is that... uh... another player? someone i might know?
Viskir: What, you mean my kid?
Viskir: Yeah, it's Trizz—
Viskir: Terezi. Long story, don't ask.
Joyce: oh man, this is kind of a weird game.
Viskir: Tell me a8out it.
Joyce: so what's gonna boost my adroitness? rocket shoes?
Viskir: Nah, pro8a8ly some skimpy leather 8DSM gear. Come on, let's go check out the smithy.

The smithy she leads him to is an open air affair, a buff turtle man is the one running it. Despite the fact everything hanging from the walls and in the back room seems to be made as if it were metal, leather and cloth gear can also be bought here.

Viskir: Get whatever, as long as the stats are good. I'm 8uying!
Viskir: I need my new teammate to look as 8adass as the stats say they are
Viskir: Get something thing that shows off that cute ass of yours ::::)

She gives them a playful swat on the butt, before laughing and finding someplace nearby to sit, close enough to talk with them still, as well as judge their choices.

On the one hand, he was just paging through equipment in a shop interface. On the other, that involved physically moving through the shop and placing her wrist on a hanger, which would temporarily requip the new outfit and give an intuitive feel for the stat comparison. Each time, their clothes would dissolve into motes of light, reform, and then the faerie dust would burst away revealing the new outfit.

It was like being a magical girl. It was like shopping for clothes, but everything fit. Everything. Suits hugged his shoulders. Skirts made her butt look cute. Their chest looked kind of rad in a bikini. It was filling Joyce with a heretofore unknown sense of wonder. The search was methodical. Joyce tried everything once that wasn't class or level locked.

Viskir, for her part, is watching and commenting on every outfit change. Her eyes are rolling all over their body, commentating on various things. Most of it is a bit rude, but she seems to be enjoying herself too. When the commentary starts to grate, Joyce looks down faer nose at Viskir, stewing in her own secretions.

Joyce: oh, uh... do you need to change your top? since we're here is all i'm saying.
Viskir: Nah, I 8n't a8out to get a new outfit just 8ecause of some stains
Viskir: 8esides, this is the 8est in slot loot gear for my level

If the question was what did Joyce feel fastest in, it was the yoga pants with the ruffled sash and the ruffled bolero. The lace up boots, gloves, and choker felt the right kind of restrictive. It took Joyce a moment to recognize they were heels. They took a few steps, a short skip, and a quick staccato trot that left faer clapping and giggling.

Joyce: oh man, its so easy to move. i can't stop looking at myself. or smiling! everything is kind of light!
Viskir: Sounds like you chose the right 8ody then, huh?
Viskir: It's gr8 isn't it? Having a 8ody that feels right?
Joyce: augh! is this more of your trans joyce agenda? i've just never really been like an athletic dude, okay? don't think i didn't notice you totally hinting that i should make a girl! well jokes on you Viskir, i cant be trans if I don't have a gender!!

Joyce loops faer fingers into the waistband of the leggings and pulls them down to their knees, revealing not much more than a pee hole mostly obscured by soft white pubes.
Viskir's eyes immediately drop down to stare at the blank spot, her response a bit distant.

Viskir: Yeah, sure. No, you're definitely totally cis '8ro'.

She raises a hand towards their crotch, stopping and giving a quizzical look.

Viskir: You don't mind, right?

She doesn't wait for a response before fully palming it, groping it gently, feeling the softness of the white fuzz covering. She remembered the option in character creation, but she wasn't about to get one herself to try out...

Joyce: sure what ev- ahn~

The few occasions for girls to grope his crotch which John had wandered into had been plagued by performance anxiety. Joyce, however, had advertised nothing, and therefore couldn't disappoint. Instead he felt Viskir's fingers slide against his private flesh, long pointed nails combing through faer pubes, and a gentle squeeze. It shouldn't have felt like anything, Joyce thought, but fae had underestimated the sensuality of just... being touched desirously. Like a kiss on the neck...

The sky elf's knees buckle and she reaches out to brace herself against Viskir. His leggings drop to the floor. The outfit still looks great. The blade elf catches them slightly with her free hand and starts to knead a bit harder with the other, grinning up to their face, watching their reactions.

Viskir: You made a really cute elf, Joyce!
Viskir: Honestly, you gave yourself such a cute 8ody, I kinda think you wanted to 8e treated like this!

She moves her hand down to their thigh, pulling it up as to guide them to place their heeled boot on the bench next to her before she leans in and gives a long, deep kiss to the soft white fuzz of their crotch.

Joyce arches their back, and follows the coaxing to step one boot up onto the bench to give Viskir better access. Moments have passed before Joyce registers what Viskir said. The sky elf was made to be seen. Faer eyes flutter open and they look around. The shop is open air, with racks that extend out into the thoroughfare. Turtles and other players pass. Most barely give his barely concealed ass a second look, but a snow white dog person has stopped trying on outfits and is watching, black lips slightly parted, from behind a rack of clothes.

The flush of arousal without an organ for all that blood to rush into left Joyce giddy. Their hand slides up from Viskir's shoulder, and faer fingers lace through her silvery hair. Her lips almost tickled. Joyce wanted to do something, wanted to touch Viskir and share this building thrill.

Joyce: is... ehehehe... anything i can... mff... for you?

Viskir keeps going for a long moment before pulling away just enough, breath tickling the fuzz as she speaks.

Viskir: I've 8een so fucking horny since I logged in 8ut this damn 8a8y 8ump'll pro8a8ly get in the way.
Joyce: gosh that's a tragedy, but i did say i had a few spare hands.

Holding Viskir by the hair in faer left hand Joyce bears her down to lay across the bench. Viskir's left leg slides up Joyce's right, still planted on the bench. Her belly did indeed hang over her straining leather pants, but Joyce barely lifted a finger, and the weight disappeared. As if, rather than a maturing infant, it was filled with helium. She lets out a complaint as soon as she moved, but the sudden lessening of the burden causes her to gasp in surprise. Once her most private parts are bared, she grabs ahold of whatever she can reach, digging claws in.

Letting go of Viskir's hair, Joyce loops faer right arm under her leg and follows the waistband of her leather pants to where it disappears under her ass and tugs up. The barnyard smell returns with teeth bared, and Joyce almost stops, but in turning away fae see the dog has settled into a stool and is stroking himself.

Turning back to the main event, Viskir's once tidy looking lower lips still retain the mark of being battered brutally by a cock much too large for them, permanently affected by Arilia's violent breeding. Her pelvis has also spread some to prepare for impending birth, allowing her legs to be thrown wide. But that barnyard smell is indeed strong, and it almost fills the air even in this open space. After all, it had taken over Viskir's own scent, and grew with her arousal.

She doesn't seem to notice the dog, just the elf above her. She is more than ready for whatever comes next.

Viskir: Fuck, okay, fuck...

Joyce had her eyes on those big milky tits, but they had to learn the lay of the land before fae would be able to keep this predator distracted and pliable. It wasn't manipulative, it was self preservation. Left to her own devices, Viskir would just drag Joyce into her violent delights, but as long as fae could keep her on her back they'd both have more fun. Fae weren't breaking any rules... even if, in the heat of the moment, fae weren't sure what those rules were.

Ducking under the twisted leather hobble, Joyce uses both hands to spread the needy flesh, then holds the curtains back with two fingers, pulling the hood back from Viskir's black pearl. Joyce's face is hovering temptingly over it, blowing cold breath across it through pursed lips. The fingers of Joyce's now freed hand begin feathering against the stretched and sopping sides of the blade elf's hole as it gapes and clenches.

She moans loud, rolling her hips up against the other elf's touch as her eyes shut tight. Her muscles all clench, and then relax, and then clench again with every touch and maneuver to her inner flesh and senstiive clit. She wants more. She wraps her legs around their head, trying to draw their face even closer. The rest of her body goes mostly slack, though her hips and muscles still rock and contract.

She tries to make sounds, but the only thing that comes out is incoherent gasps and swears, as well as randomly calling Joyce a slut once or twice, but nothing at all makes any sense beyond a sign she needs more.

Joyce probes around with their lips to correct Viskir's impassioned aim, closing them around her clit to begin tracing arcane symbols against its taut surface. The hand that was fluttering at Viskir's opening slips in, at first with two fingers, but quickly with three, pinky and thumb splayed as if holding open a book. The other hand, now superfluous, reaches around her floating stomach, searching for a breast to fondle.

Viskir can only respond with a keening moan, thrashing about a bit with pleasure. Her swollen chest is still likely trapped beneath cloth, but easily found even around her pregnant stomach. She gasps at this new touch as well, thankful for the affections to the sore flesh.

Her insides clench and flutter around Joyce's fingers, seeming to almost be trying to greedily drag the hand in more. Her eyes flutter open and look to the side, staring at the dog man pleasuring himself to the display... This causes her entire body to clench, the knowledge that irght now her pleasure was growing into a center of attention on the busy street causing an electric shock of arousal to jolt through her body.

She could swear she was close, feeling all of her body start to clench inwards...

Joyce happily obliges the hungry clenching, and glides faer hand in past the wrist in one sudden motion. The evoker comes up for air when fae suddenly feels a telekinetic shift, and faer fingers are met with a dilated cervix. By touch fae can sense they are holding a single object by three hands. The telekinetic hands alternate grips, feeling folded limbs.

Joyce: jeez, i think Trizz is ready. she's like butting her head against the other side.

Joyce takes a moment to reabsorb faer surroundings. A turtle couple are making out against a toppled rack of equipment. The dog man has one leg thrust over his head, lapping at his cock. Onlookers drool. Trizz's hands push back on Joyce's telekinetic grip, sliding faer phantom limbs around her hip and into a waiting cloaca.

Through the fog of Dionysus, Joyce has one more clear thought to voice before fae starts double fisting mother and daughter:

Joyce: two things can be true i guess.

She can only help but gasp as she feels her entire body lock up, every muscle clenching, every breath just a prelude to a gasp outward. Her entire body is on fire in a way that burns every thought into sheer pleasure, every twitch and stretch of muscle and bone as her body further prepares itself a jolt that would, in the past, be an orgasm to her. But it only builds.

It builds and builds as everything opens up, as her legs naturally gravitate to more comfortable positions, as her insides tremble under the pressure of impending orgasm. She's no longer cognizant, all she is is the feeling of near-orgasm building inside.

She almost bites through her own tongue with the blade elf's naturally pointed teeth (perhaps why they were called blade elves, since none of the rest had blade-like teeth), eyes clenching as she groans, as her body starts to try to force the orgasm and her inner passenger out. The feeling, to her, is rapture. But it's still building. Beyond any orgasm she has ever had, it continues building.

Trizzl's first thoughts are an ecstasy. The songs of her mixed ancestry burn in her blood. Her lungs scream for their first breath. A poltergeist is banging her developed but untouched slit.

Joyce couldn't think of any reason anything fae was doing would be wrong. Fae may not be totally enthralled by the faun's mark, but unlike this incarnation of Trizz, Joyce wasn't born today. This was no new soul, and so deserved a welcoming party furnished with the familiar joys of the flesh.

When Joyce's hand is expelled from the quivering canal, fae shifts faer focus to Viskir's heaving breasts, cutting away the laces to ensure she can breath, and massaging her distended areola for the sheer joy of it. She starts taking deeper breathes now because of it, she pushes her chest against the reaching hand. She feels nothing but ecstasy, her leaking chest seeming to produce more and more with her arousal, especially as it's teased.

Her body continues to go through the motions, starting to crest the newly reborn creature into the world. As she starts to enter the open air, her new mother screams aloud as pleasure explodes through her body. This was beyond any orgasm she had ever had before, and any in the future would pale in comparison. This was beyond orgasm.

Trizzl gasps, taking her first breath and her first orgasm in turns as Joyce lifts her out to settle her steaming form in reach of one of Viskir's leaking breasts. Frankly, it would be criminal to waste the other tit, and the stimulation was causing delightful shudders through the reshaped mother.

Trizzl: N0T T0 8R34K UP MY OWN FUCK1N' N4T1V1TY SC3N3 BUT J33GUS CR1P3S WH4T FUCK1NG T1M3 1S 1T?
Joyce: it's like four i think.
Trizzl: 4am?!

Viskir clutches her child to her chest, resting it on her teat. Whether or not the feeding instinct occurs doesn't matter to her brain, especially with the attention still coming from the other elf. The mention of the time, and the fact her child is talking in full sentences, causes Vriska to almost remember herself. Enough to slur out a reply.

Viskir: s'4pm, sssaturde...

She then falls back into the afterglow, trying to coax her teat into Trizzl's mouth. After all, she was probably hungry.

In a horrified panic, Terezi makes the simple hand signs to log out. looping her thumbs and forefingers, pressing them together like two kissing birds, then raising and reversing her hands to raise the loops like glasses to her eyes, then pulling the headset up off of her head with a slight pop as the soft gasket separates from her face.

The sudden absence of her child drags Viskir out of her exhaustion. It's through a haze of pain and afterglow that Vriska slowly pieces together her life from the phenomenon and, especially, the strange gesture Trizzl used to exit.

Viskir: Shit! I gotta go check on her. We'll play later okay? Fuck...

She pushes herself up with a lurch, taking a moment to let the dizziness pass before doing the exact same motion to log out. Gosh, it sure would suck to play this without hands!

---

The dorm room was slightly claustrophobic. The venetian blinds project bands of warmth across Terezi's face as she listens to the blood surging through her ears and her strained and labored breath. The room is musty. Disengaging from the machine is an unadvertised horror of sensations and smells. Her skin is sticky with old sweat.

Also she's blind.

She stretches her cramping legs and stumbles through the door and across the hall to the shared bathroom. It smells of mold. the tiles are cold against her feet. Her legs feel stiff and her hands slip clumsily on the knobs of the shower. She feels betrayed, and at a loss for who by. Only the aimless seething feeling in her gut that she was owed more.

No amount of scrubbing washed away the dinginess of this muddy world. Nothing shook the disgust she felt touching her porcine skin. Vulnerable. It felt diseased. Wrong.

She cries.

Vriska has to take a moment to catch her breath, what with the sudden change in physical sensation, trying to get used to how every part of her body feels alien now. Especially her lower body. But she can't help but feel anxiety the longer she waits. Why hadn't she thought to check on her earlier???????? She's chastising herself as she throws herself out of her bed with it's cushy soft comforter, quickly throwing on a pair of 8-ball boxers and a black tank top to make herself halfway decent before rushing into the hallway.

Vriska: Terezi????????

She shoves her head into her friend's room, grimacing a bit and backing off from the smell before she finally notices the sound of a shower, spinning around before barging in. The sight of her friend, standing and crying, causes her stomach to drop a bit.

Vriska: Hey!

She comes over, grabbing the cleanest towel they had and throwing it over Terezi's shoulders before pulling her into a hug. After a moment she seems to remember herself and pushes away, seemingly embarrassed and surprised by the instinctual show of affection.

Vriska: Hey, you 8lright? Fuck...

She really wished Kanaya were here right now to help. She wasn't suited for this sort of thing...

Terezi clutches the towel, shaking slightly. She can't summon the effort to guess and acknowledge Vriska's position in the room once they disengage. She just stares. When she speaks it's with a distant longing.

Terezi: TH4T G4M3 1S 4 DRUG.
Vriska: Yeah, tell me a8out it. ... Hey, you h8ven't eaten anything in hours. Let's order chinese and we can t8lk more a8out it, okay?

She places a hand on Terezi's shoulder, trying to be reassuring as best she can. Their dynamic felt... different to her now. Maybe pushing your best friend out of your crotch would do that.

Terezi: Y34H, 1'M K1ND OF ST4RV1NG.

Terezi rolls under Vriska's arm and leans into her shoulder.

Terezi: W3R3 YOU FUCK1NG JOHN 4G41N? >:]

She laughs, wrapping her arm around Terezi.

Vriska: I mean, did you *see* them in game???????? They made a damn cute sky elf!
Vriska: And they were soooooooo much more into it this time too
Vriska: They're this close to cracking, Terezi!
Vriska: Oh wait, sorry, he's totally cis. That's why he was soooooooo fucking happy in that 8ody.

She lets out a laugh before leading Terezi out to the living room, stopping to grab her phone so she could make the order.

Chapter 11: Etched in Stone

Summary:

Roxy gets two new players into the game (Rose and Kanaya)
Tags: Vague hints of Incest, Painful Sex Magic, Cum Drinking, Mental Alteration

Kanaya sits in the spacious two-person dorm of the sisters Lalonde, waiting for her girlfriend to get back from a very lengthy water closet visit which Rose had attributed to 'freshening up' but Kanaya more than suspected involved locating and consuming one of Roxy's 'buzzballs' to settle her nervous disposition.

She understood the knit 'couch cozy' was a passive aggressive reaction to an offhand and poorly thought-out comment about getting 'cooties' on the couch, but Kanaya liked the cabling, as well as the little space invader patches.

Kanaya: I Do Not Wish To Be A Bother Roxy But I Am Feeling Quite Parched Could I Have A Glass Of Water Or Something?

Unlike many other dorms in the city, these were relatively spacious and comfortable. Having been intended as apartments, the building was bought by the school after the former owner was found guilty of many financial crimes. Other schools had utilitarian blocks of three with single showers, but here there were comfortable and well-furnished two bedroom apartments. No surprise that this dorm was one of the more expensive ones to live in, even with student aid. The university it belonged to was the more expensive of the two in this town, so it could afford a much higher standard of living for its students..

Roxy was sat on one of the armchairs in not much more than panties, a sports bra, and a very loose white t shirt, tapping away on a sparkly pink phone with a little kitty charm hanging off the top.

Roxy: lol shure
Roxy: just some regs water or do u want seltzy?

She jumps to her feet, turning her head for an answer as she heads kitchenward.

Kanaya: If You Mean Seltzer That Sounds Like It Would Be Lovely On Ice
Kanaya: What Is Your Major If You Do Not Mind My Asking?

Roxy: theorletical physixs!
Roxy: hbu?

Kanaya can still see her in the kitchen as it's a more open concept. The kitchenette is surprisingly well fitted for a college dorm, with a full oven and microwave and fridge already in there. She opens the door to a sparsely filled fridge, shoving some bottles of various liquors aside to pull out a LaCroix. She grabs a glass and gives it a quick wash before getting the requested ice from the ice dispenser and coming back with the can and the cup of ice, since it won't all fit at once.

Kanaya: Developmental Science
Kanaya: It Is A Field Of Psychology Related To How Children Develop And Acquire Skills

Kanaya takes the glass in one hand, the can in the other, and without flinching opens the can with one oval cut acrylic nail.

Roxy: nice!
Roxy: i love kids
Roxy: real bad with them tho lol

Kanaya, who is somehow sitting side saddle on the couch legs and skirt folded demurely, watches Roxy open the can she grabbed for herself (the can seemingly appearing out of nowhere in her hands as she sat) and sip at it thoughtfully. Her last comment was brief, and this sip hurried. It seemed to Kanaya that the topic of kids carried some kind of baggage, so she directs the attention of the conversation by pointing at Roxy's can before filling her glass and taking a careful sip. She.

Kanaya: Rose Has Mentioned That You Are A Fanatic For Wizards But She Did Not Mention You Had A Talent For Slight Of Hand

Roxy takes that hint immediately and pivots to the new conversation

Roxy: lol yeah
Roxy: lil wizzard kid roxy had a stage magic phaze
Roxy: rose was bussy giving jaspers psycotherpay, i was palming quartets n making moms booze disapear
Roxy: *busy
Roxy: u do fashion n suff, yeah?
Kanaya: Yes I Prefer To Fabricate My Own Clothes
Kanaya: This is a hobby Rose And I Share
Kanaya: I Would Not Like The Work Environment Of The Fashion Industry
Roxy: oh yeah lol i hear it sux
Roxy: u like always look fuckin awesoem tho
Roxy: like that dress u wore to rosie's prom! i saw pics that was such a good derss
Roxy: *dress

Rose would have things to say about the passive glance Kanaya gives the direction of the water closet.

Kanaya: I Significantly Overestimated The Resources Of Our Peers
Kanaya: While Understated I Maintain The Outfit Rose Wore Was The Superior Design
Kanaya: It Rekindled My Interest In Pinstripes
Roxy: lol yeah she wnanted clothes that mom woudn't want pitcers of but i think she had those up last time i went
Roxy: did u get to see her under that fit?
Roxy: i bet she chose smth cute

She says this in a tone and with a waggle of the eyebrows that immediately suggest what she means. She takes a sip of her bevvy right after.

Kanaya: I Think She Was Upset That I Was Too Fascinated By The Construction Of The Lining In The Jacket To Comment On Her Ribbon Harness
Kanaya: She Had Been Practicing Since I Demonstrated The Art On Her The Previous Summer
Kanaya: I Forget The Name Of It In Its Native Tongue And Would Not Embarrass Myself By Guessing At the Pronunciation

Kanaya does not even register her faux pas on reflection as she tops off her raZZberry seltzer.

Roxy: oh u mean shibari?
Roxy: yeah she got all that shit lol
Roxy: she even practiced on me!

She gets cozy on the armchair, looking over at Kanaya

Roxy: if u want a strongre drink just tell me lol
Roxy: im not bc im gonna play a game later
Kanaya: What Kind Of Game?
Roxy: it's a really fcuking cool immersiev vr game
Roxy: it went into closed pubic beta just a few days ago!
Roxy: *public
Roxy: its really cool! its for adults only tho so

To punctuate her point, she waggles an eyebrow before giggling.

Roxy: if u wanna try i got another rig set up
Kanaya: Adult Content Seems Like An Odd Choice For Virtual Reality
Kanaya: Both From A Marketing Standpoint And In Terms Of Creating An Intimate Environment
Roxy: oh its like super immersive
Roxy: liek top tier vr tech you know?
Roxy: matrix shit
Roxy: u shold try it its hard to esplain

Another glance toward the refuge of the girl she came here to woo, a bitten lip, a sigh, and Kanaya finishes her drink.

Kanaya: I Would Love To
Roxy: hell yeah!
Roxy: let me go grbab the stuff
Roxy: brb!

Roxy drains the remainder of her LaCroix before dropping it onto the already crowded coffee table, covered in various hobbies and vices. She disappears into her room for a moment, before carrying out a bin with her personal VR rig on top.

Kanaya: This Looks Quite Involved
Roxy: yup!
Roxy: now get naked lol

She drops the bin down and then starts undressing herself. She got the top tier of gear, and the top tier 100% required (mostly) complete nudity... After a moment, when she's already topless, she realizes that Kanaya might not be the most okay with being naked in the open.

Roxy: oh btw i can aslo just show u lol
Roxy: n then u can do it more pirvate?

Kanaya blinks at Roxy's topless form. Her first thought, oddly, was that she might be misconstrued as racist if she decided she thought Rose's breasts looked nicer. She reassured herself that she wasn't, because she was simply happy to be looking at breasts at all. After a few quickened heartbeats devoid of thought, Kanaya remembers she's supposed to be answering a question, but she's forgotten entirely what the question was. Clearing her throat, she responds instead with:

Kanaya: Do You Need Help With Any Zippers?
Kanaya: These Technology Sector Guys Do Not Know How To Dress Themselves
Roxy: oh nah lol
Roxy: i been into this game alot
Roxy: im super used to waering it

She continues getting naked, turning back to her toys and grabbing everything but the headset, which she puts to the side.

Her body was much lither than Rose's, with a gentle swell into the curve of her hips, and, of course, a very pleasantly shaped rear. She stands back up and turns around, her fully shaven body on display. Rose never shaved, but Roxy absolutely shaved, and often. Another thing that's immediately obvious to Kanaya is an unexpected bit of anatomy, small and cute snuggled between two supple thighs.

Roxy: if ur comfy being nakey then i can help more
Roxy: n if u don't mind me like being all close n touching u to put he shit on it can be real easey peasey
Kanaya: Roxy!
Kanaya: Rose Never
Kanaya: But She Wouldnt

Kanaya's knuckles crack from fretting, and she shakes them at her sides. She's on her feet and doesn't remember standing. She doesn't know what to do or say, but is very excited.

Kanaya: Normally I would Be Reticent On the Subject Of Nudity But In Light Of This Revelation I Think We Can Proceed Without Hesitation.

Kanaya starts by untying the bow built into the collar of her blouse, then she untucks and pulls it over her head. She is wearing a flesh tone bralette without padding. Her skirt also comes off with one undone bow, and both garments are dropped on the couch. It's quite shocking how much of her feminine figure is the result of clever framing.

Her narrow hips boast a matching panty with the strings of a gaff peaking over the waistband. She cups her elbow with her other hand and presses her chest together with her shoulders. Her olive skin darkens with blush everywhere but her face, which must be due to well blended makeup.

Roxy: oh!
Roxy: damn girl i had no idea!

She gives a big smile and comes over with the bin, pulling out the gear of one of the setups. It's fairly involved, especially since she went for the full setup when buying it... Three times. That was actually an accident. Never buy expensive tech while drunk, even if you are using the credit card your wealthy mother gave you.

Roxy: ok so u do gotta like get rid of ur undies
Roxy: bc some of the supre advanced ones i got need to be there
Roxy: but like...

She sets all the stuff off to the side of Kanaya and then goes back over to hers, starting to show how each piece goes on. She starts with the gloves, the most hyper-advanced of control systems available for VR in the modern day and age. They are entirely unnecessary for this game, but she wanted to have the best possible experience in whatever she did. They go on quite easily, connecting to a central pack worn on a harness that she puts on next, the computing pack in the front just under her cleavage. The harness reminds a lot of a shibari harness, actually...

She then goes on to show how to hook up the various other bits and bobs, all highly advanced and not totally necessary for the tech the game was built on, but they were nice to have. Eventually, she gets to the final piece before the headset—The thing that will replace the underwear, as well as completely ensure that any bodily fluids are kept away from their stuff. This is the most advanced possible, but...

One could liken it to looking like a hyper-advanced techno diaper. Roxy puts it on and then walks over to show Kanaya how to put in the catheter, an important feature. Once she's done, she does a little ta-da pose, completely clad in the gear.

Roxy: but liek the bottoms n most of the rest of the stuffs kinda optoinal
Roxy: but like it keeps u from making a mess on acident, u kno?
Roxy: here lemme help!

Roxy still has full range of motion, so she's readily able to help Kanaya with the gloves and the placements of some of the other bits and bobs. She steps away just before the underpiece though.

Roxy: ok so u should b good
Roxy: if u want hlp w the last piece i can but
Kanaya: No
Kanaya: I Think I Can Do It

It hadn't been a yes or no question. Rose would have understood. She wanted to share this, but she didn't want Roxy to help. Throughout the demonstration, Kanaya was sure that just this once she would be able to let her guard down, but when every other thing had been done, first by Roxy, and then on Kanaya, she still hadn't taken her panties off.

She does so now, like a bandage, but there is also the gaff, which had a few strips of double stick tape keeping it firmly in place. Incidentally, Kanaya was also shaved. Certainly for today. Today of all days she put in the extra time. The tape was single use. She shook away the petrifying thought of having to put things back on. She had a spare roll in her purse. She was prepared.

When the narrow strip of fabric is peeled away, Kanaya untucks. Her carefully manicured hands look small and strange beside it while she eagerly follows the steps, and then pulls the diaper up.

Kanaya: Thankfully I Have Had Enough Partners That I Can Disclose My Familiarity With Adult Diapers Without Directly Implicating Anyone
Kanaya: These Are Well Made And Possess Many Of The Qualities Sought After By Crinklers
Kanaya: I Am Much Less Comfortable Wearing One
Roxy: oh alright lol
Roxy: i had to like look up guides n shit
Roxy: anyway nest its jsut the headset n the charaacter!

Roxy couldn't help but take a long glance at the newest revelation, face pinkening slightly, but she stayed on task. She scoots over to the headsets, setting up Kanaya's- when they hear the bathroom door open. Out stumbles one Rose Lalonde, who, after tripping over her own boots and stumbling into the wall with a giggle, has started to move towards the living room.

Rose: Ssory girls iwas...
Rose: haha lest jus tsay
Rose: Distraxted

She stumbles into the room with fresh makeup, done before she chugged down three buzzballs. After all, she knew this night was meant to be special. Her glazed eyes trace over the other two girls in the room, mostly naked and set up in what looks like weird scifi sex gear.Kanaya suspected Rose would imbibe, and does not pick up on the severity of the situation, or the impairment of her paramour.

Rose: Whut
Rose: Whyyy...
Roxy: oh hi rosie!
Roxy: kanayas gonna play a vr game with me!
Kanaya: It Is A Game With Adult Themes
Kanaya: You Have To Get Naked To Play
Rose: Ohisee
Rose: So yuore naked together hmmm?
Rose: Well then threee can play thatg ame

Rose immediately starts struggling to get out of her clothes, the various layers giving the drunk woman some trouble.

Roxy: oh hell yeah!
Roxy: i gots three of the rigs anyway so
Rose: Ohhh, jush tso happen to have three?
Rose: What a coinscidence.
Roxy: lol dont do ur shopping drunk, amirite?

Rose doesn't respond, as she is currently struggling out of her shirt, her chest still trapped in a lacy and very fancy purple bra. She triumphs over the shirt, throwing it onto the couch.

Rose: I'm wodnering why your'e not drunk rightn ow Roxy
Roxy: lol bc i wanna be sober in the game
Roxy: timescale shit means ur gonna b drunk for alot longer
Rose: Oh I see
Rose: Well then, I suopose this means I'mg onna be drunk for a bit
Rose: I'm sure diddn meant to wai ttil i wass drunk to ask my lover

Roxy lets out a nervous lol, watching as Rose extricates herself from the rest of her outer layer. After noticing how naked Roxy is, she herself gets just as naked, her supple flesh on full display.

Rose: ... Issat a fcuking diaepr, Kanaya?
Roxy: its part of the rig!
Roxy: super imprtant actualyl
Rose: Kanaya if I knew...

Roxy interrupts to guide Rose into the starting procedure of putting the rig on, more directly guiding her due to the drunkeness and the fact that Rose doesn't seem to mind her sister touching her while they're both naked.

Kanaya is happy to have someone else to respond to Roxy, and only notices something is amiss when she arrives too late to romantically unhook Rose's bra. She has nothing to go on to judge the sisters' intimacy, and is dumbfounded when the accusations fly. Mostly, she is happy to confront the disorienting assumptions of an in-depth character creator.

Roxy: okey so all that we gots now is chara creation!
Roxy: i can sit in chat w u while u make ur chars
Rose: There'sa loto fmenus in this.
Rose: Wha tare the classese ven?
Roxy: oh so like they r usually locked by bakcround
Roxy: the cooler ones, mostly!
Roxy: i think u'd like the evoker rosie
Rose: Hmmm, i waz more thnking abut th lceric of turth
Rose: But yourr reccmondendation is notied.

Kanaya finds herself in thick, indistinct mists wreathed around a trifold full length mirror, currently closed. There is a lock on the door similar to a gear shift with seven possible gears. When the knob is set to one of the symbols, a lengthy description etches into the door.

She did not have time to read.

Each time she opens the mirror, using each setting in turn, she is confronted by a doppelganger staring her down from the other side of the mirror but projected on a randomized specimen of what the text ostensibly describes.

Confronted with the seven available stocks, Kanaya notices first that there are only two humanoid stocks. Three appear to be predatory seducers out of folklore. Two were diminutive options which Kanaya could not construct a purpose for. Perhaps these options obscured the alleged adult themes. Considering she had signed up for the alleged adult themes, Kanaya quietly chose the Helltouched.

This revealed two more pallets for consideration, arranged on either side of the central mirror. Seven occupations, and seven backgrounds. Ardor stood out as an option, and upon selection her doppelganger's flesh turned to serpentine marble. Kanaya stops making choices for a moment to examine this form in the mirror.

Kanaya: What Occupation Would You Suggest For Avoiding Violence?
Roxy: oh thats hard!
Roxy: bc it like depends on spec
Roxy: and that depends on bg lol
Roxy: but bard is usually support i think!
Rose: Adn the'yre tradititonally sedusher sin RPG memes.
Roxy: lol also that

Kanaya found through experimentation that after selecting the background, there were a number of presets that altered the doppelganger's appearance more subtly. She chose the one that was long in proportions with a full figure that was not comically exaggerated. The generic bard class outfit wore a veil and parachute pants, however, so she left the expandable menu of sliders for after selecting her outfit.

Rose: I fidn myself quite taken by teh blade elvse, but truth clerics are lcoked to moon
Rose: cna i respec ltater?
Roxy: sorta!
Roxy: it has to be in rp
Roxy: n to go from moon to blade u gotta be evil

Selecting the bard occupation on Roxy's suggestion materializes a number of skill trees one would ostensibly invest in. Golden filigree indicates that the Nymph specialization was specific to the helltouched of ardor background. Selecting it replaced the doppelganger's loose, generic bard clothing with piercings strung with purple ribbon.

She quickly switches away to the jester at first, but after browsing first the generic, and then the other helltouched specializations, she cannot get the image of the implanted rigging out of her head.

Rose: Ontlogicla evil issa consept int his game?
Roxy: uhh well liek
Roxy: idk?
Roxy: im not big on the lore lol
Kanaya: There Is A Hell One Can Be Touched By
Kanaya: I Suppose It Would Not Be Difficult To Ascertain Unambiguous Evil With An Observable Hell
Roxy: oh i think u go to hell in some of the quests
Roxy: but idk i mostly do the rp
Roxy: theres a hades too!
Rose: Two sperate afterlifves?
Roxy: i dont think so? idk im not a spooky gravy cleric lol
Rose: The grrave lore says judsts hades so mebye hells dfiferent
Rose: The turth one mentrions hrororterrors whata re those?
Roxy: oh wow lol i have no idea
Roxy: like fr theres so much lore to the series n this is the frist one i played
Kanaya: Oh I See
Kanaya: This Description Suggests Hell Is Not An Afterlife But A Prison Moon That The Evil Sorcerer Was Sent To
Kanaya: The Moon Elves Police Any Outbreaks
Kanaya: The Helltouched Are Mostly Elves Tempted and Twisted By The Sorcerer
Kanaya: The Blade Elves Want To Release The Sorcerer So They Can Kill Him
Rose: Intresting.
Rose: Ican kidna see th eblad elve's sideof thjigns
Roxy: lol b careful u might get kocked out of ur churhc
Roxy: *kick
Rose: Don'tw orry, I'm not involve din that stfuf
Rose: Bu ti wodner how much i can leasrn aavbout the hrorrortertors
Kanaya: Surely There Will Be Time On Another Night For Such Academic Persuits

With the mechanical options decided, Kanaya returns to the minutia, carefully sculpting broader hips and thighs, slender limbs, and full breasts with the shiny, puffy nipples of evident firtility. The genital options for the demons of lust and envy are an aluring cornucopea of hermaphroditism. She did not, however desire any pendulous apendages. What she chose had two mounds perched above a compact vulva. There was a member, which she switched from a humanoid dick to something more prehensile.

Kudoten: I Believe I Am Prepared To Start The Game Proper
Rakora: aight bet im logging on now
Rakora: set ur starting zone to locas
Rakora: ill meet u by the starting zone!
Rostiel: I hthink i'm done

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The inside of Roxy's house, best described as a mansion, is opulent. Unlike the home they grew up in and the furniture they had in the modern day, and even with the angular outside of the building, the inside is fashioned in the way any sort of manor of the 1800s would be. It has a more open layout, with different 'rooms' more partitioned by pink and purple laced screens. The floor is dark stained parquet in a basket weave pattern, with large locally sourced ostentatiously patterned rugs in pink underneath various chaise lounges. sofas, and even a Recamier or two. Sat on one is Rakora, lounging as she awaits Dany, who is currently in the bathroom freshening up. Rostiel was sat across from her, next to Kudoten on a very plush and wide sofa.

Rostiel was lounging, her currently fading drunkenness leading her to want to just lay herself across something cozy. Her glowing white eyes were watching her catgirl sister, her own glowing white hair splayed out. Most of her had this pale glow to it, in fact. She turns her gaze to Kudoten, and gently prods her with a toe, giving her a radiant smile. Her outfit was a simple purple robe, flowing and silken and with glowing silver leaking out from a few places. It was a gradient, from opaque to transparent, seeming to fade into non-existence the lower it went, and obnoxiously smooth to the touch. A few pieces of silver jewlry and other such decoration were sewn into the fabric, causing a glinting of light whenever she moved. All of her milky thighs, shoulders, and upper arm to the elbow were visible, no matter how she stood or walked, but everything else was extremely well hidden somehow. All in all, she radiated a supernatural gracefulness, even when drunk.

As for Kudoten's disposition, she had been very self-conscious about laying nude on a very expensive feeling sofa until Rakora prompted her to start experimenting with the fidelity of the game's beverage simulation, and the breadth of the manor's stocks. The way the room seems to reflect Rostiel's radiance now wasn't a symptom of alcohol use that Kudoten could recall, and now she could focus her attention on sliding her knee up Rostiel's thigh, and running her own fingers through the slik of the purple gossamer dress.

A moment later, Dany walks out of the bathroom wearing another silk outfit Rakora bought for her, this one basically only hiding her chest and crotch, everywhere else visible through the gentle red of her silks. When Rostiel first saw her and realized who it was, she couldn't help but tease; and even now, it would seem, that continued.

Rostiel: You have really taken to this new female form, haven't you?
Rostiel: And you tried to claim you weren't transgender.

Dany pouts, putting a cute plump lower lip out impudently and crossing her arms over her soft chest.

Danyali: im not
Danyali: im just playing a character for the bit
Danyali: im still a dude through and through
Rostiel: Yes, of course, for the bit.

Rakora giggles at that, and then waves Dany over to tell her to go to the city and wait at their favorite local food spot. She had three boats, usually with two on some other business, but all three were here today. Just in case the others wanted, for whatever reason.

Kudoten: In Fairness My Own Denial Did Not Survive The Number Of Dresses I Have Seen Danyali Try On This Past Hour
Rakora: she looks so good in all of them lol
Rakora: she looks just as good naked too tho lol
Rostiel: Really Roxy? Fucking your in-game sister?
Rakora: jaelous? *wonk*

Kudoten was distracted from the converstation. Touch was electric. This was something she did not need the help of beverages with. Clothing would have been impossible to wear. She could feel the couch, the dress, and the milky thigh with the same fine fidelity she would need her fingertips or lips for. The skin to skin contact, especially, was delightful. She could almost taste Rostiel's lightly perfumed skin.

Thankfully, nothing stirred in her displayed and yet self-concealing groin.

In response to that touch, Rostiel stretches out her leg, sliding it back against Kudoten while the other leg slides off of the sofa. The foot that remains with them on the sofa slides its way through her lover's inner thigh, coming to rest on her groin. Both of Rostiel's pale, soft feet were completely undressed, her having disposed of the frankly uncomfortable sandals as soon as she entered the manor. For whatever reason, she wasn't feeling up to more drinking just yet... Perhaps later, but right now the mysteries of the game were calling to her. That and this body wasn't yet used to the sharp feeling on the tongue just yet. But the feelings of pleasure radiating from everywhere Kudoten touches, sharp as they may be to her corruptable moon elf flesh, causes her only to develop a very pale violet blush.

She bites her lip at that cool, smooth flesh slides up her thigh, at the feeling of it against her warm body. It's provocative, just the feel of it, and she finds herself wanting more...

Rostiel: Oh, I am quite jealous. But alas, I find myself taken by this stunning succubus.
Kudoten: Yes It Would Be Quite Unwise For Her To Be Left Alone With One Such As Myself

The gentle touch of the ball of Rostiel's foot causes Kudoten to shudder. The nymph's free hand slides from the fluid hem of the truthseeker's robe to the back of her calf, and Kudoten leans forward. Her soft breasts spill around Rostiel's knee.

Kudoten empties her last drink and reaches over Rostiel's shoulder to place it on the end table, breasts hanging in front of the elf's nose. This rotation of the nymph's torso hyperextends Rostiel's foot, pushing the toes back toward her ankle. She would have to let Kudoten mount her leg, or put her foot down so to speak, and push Kudoten back down against the sofa.

She drinks in the sight of the nymph, eyes tracing over her beautiful chest, studying the curve of her shoulders as she leans forward. But, she is not one to passively back down from such a challenge. Instead, she pushes her foot hard against the helltouched, shoving Kudoten back with force, piviting herself to keep the pressure up and rise towards her.

Rostiel: Do not forget your place, helltouched.
Rakora: oh woag
Rakora: u better be careful or ur gonna stain the couch lol

Rostiel looks over at the cat, giving a smirk while leaning more of her weight into her foot, pivoting her other leg back up onto the sofa. The denial stirs something that stimulation didn't, and Kudoten finds a hunger stirring in her flesh. Pinned so delicately underfoot, she squirms against the couch, her laced piercings tugging along her back. She watches Rakora undress in enforced passivity. They were sheep lining up for the slaughter. The helltouched knew she could bide her time.

Rostiel: If you wish, you may come spectate closer to ensure we don't.

Rakora smiles before pushing herself to her feet in one fluid motion, swaying over and taking off her clothes, sitting behind Kudoten, gently starting to play with herself at the sight and the arousal watching them gave.

Kudoten: Your Faded Reflection Of Truth May Bind Me
Kudoten: But Holding Me Thus Twists Your Will To My Service
Kudoten: Overstep Your Protections To Take Covetously Of My Flesh
Kudoten: And You Are Mine Seeker
Rostiel: Oh, I'm not sure you understand your position, demonspawn.

Rostiel shifts her leg, leaning over, pressing her knee now into the nymph's crotch, pushing against her most sensitive place, grinding down into it some. She grabs Kudoten's nipple and twists, leaning in to say her next piece.

Rostiel: I can bind you to me even further, if I so like.
Rostiel: I have access to ancient and dark majyyks older than your pitiful soul, older than the corruption that twisted it into foul new shape.
Rostiel: Be careful with that sharp tongue, or I may slice it out with a flick of my wrist.

She pushes into a kiss with Kudoten, bitting down on the hellspawn's lip enough to draw some blood before pushing her tongue into that strangely cool mouth. She was always one to chase the abyss without a care for her own safety, after all.

With Rostiel's weight rolling forward and over her, Kudoten is able to raise her legs to wrap her supple harpy's talons around the elf's waist, claws snagging in the silver appliqué. She bucks involuntarily against the elf's knee, a dripping tendril reaching up from the nymph's cleft to grope at the attached calf. Hot, slippery elf tongue gagging her, her eyes roll to Rakora, who's shoulder she finds herself leaning into.

Rakora smiles down at the poor demon before sliding her arms between the two, sliding paw-padded hands down the demon's smooth sides before rolling up to the breasts. The elf pulls her hand away finally, leaving the much gentler cat to grope and tease those nipples as she pulls herself around Kudoten, resting her head between her chest. Rostiel pulls way just enough to free herself from the hellspawn's mouth before shifting, disengaging the twisting tendril with a hand, pulling that dress to the side to show her stomach and neat little slit, the neatly trimmed white hairs above it looking perhaps out of place if you know who the avatar's player is. The glowing white patterns on her lower abdomen, reaching to her soft chest with interlacing patterns, is normally hidden. This, in lore, was a series of protective sigils and glyphs, allowing the truthseeker's body to resist any corruption from seeping into the soul. It could not, however, stop corruption from within.

She shifts her hips so her heated core is resting right against the nymph's tendril's base, leaning back over and pressing the cat's hands between the two's chests, where those paws play with both. Rostiel leans in and whispers into Kudoten's ear

Rostiel: I can banish your soul back to hell, vermin. Treat me with the due respect one as low as yourself would treat their master.
Rostiel: ... Do tell me if I'm going too far, love.

After offering that she leans in to start kissing at the cool flesh of the demoness's ear, using a free hand to wrangle that tendril and guide it inside of her. Meanwhile, Rakora continues to tease both's niples, pulling dress and ribbon away to free them, tugging hard at both, kneading both while Kudoten feels an increasing and moist heat amongst the fur of her crotch grinding up into her ribbon-wreathed back.

Kudoten is reaching around the kneading kitten's ass when she finally processes Rostiel's last line. Kanaya crashes back into her body with a jolt, raking her diamond sharp talons through Rose's dress. She was laying in Roxy's lap, draped across the couch, Rose pressing her slick warmth over a grasping root system that is already pushing their way into her warded gate.

It was like dunking a dozen groping arms into hot oil. Each limb encroaches on hallowed ground. Kanaya's thoughts filter through the drink and pleasant kneading, recognizing only that she was having sex with Rose. She only managed two unsteady syllables before sinking her shoulders further into Roxy's lap, lifting her ass up gently from behind, and grinding up into Rose.

Kudoten: Further

The elf's only response is to smile, tracing a tongue around the sensitive point of the hellspawn's ear, teasing it gently while grinding right back. Some part of her recognizes this is her new body's first time, but she elected to choose an elf that was already 200 years of the 1000 years they lived old, and already 'well experienced.' She didn't see a point in reliving losing a virginity she had already lost. So she starts to roll her hips into Kudoten's, moaning as she feels the twisting thing within her, draging more and more pleasant sounds from her.

Rostiel: Mmm. Perhaps I should carve sigils of Compliance into your flesh. Perhaps I should cover you in marks that cause you to be bound to me. I feel that it would be best for all if a succubus such as yourself were held in complete and utter servitude to a truthseeker such as myself...

One of her magic carving needles is in her hand in a moment, pressing just under the demon's heavy brest. Rakora giggles and keeps teasing the demon as Rostiel teases her with more wounds than a bloodied lip.

Rakora: u really gonna let that happen, demon lady?
Rakora: just gonna let her walk all ovar u?
Rostiel: Of course she is. Else she will experience returning to the abyss, won't she.

She presses the needle into flesh just enough to draw a bead of blood, punctuating her threat. The needle is pointed directly at Kudoten's heart, and both know that if her heart is punctured by that needle, she will be banished back to the prison moon.

Kudoten: Send Me Home When I Am So Close?
Kudoten: No Elf
Kudoten: Bind Me To You That I Might Know Your Every Step
Kudoten: Your Every Desire
Kudoten: Grow Complacent With The Depth Of My Service

The nymphs' twisted root fills Rostiel with a thrust, still more tendrils popping out from her to press against the temple's back door.

Kudoten: Mark Me As Yours And You And Your Familiar Will Know No End Of Pleasures

Rostiel must admit she's tempted as she feels herself being filled, eyes fluttering as she continues bouncing. The knowledge that she was commiting ultimate sacrilidge to her people in some way only enhances her pleasure, and after a moment she grabs Rakora by the chin, pulling her into a deep deep kiss. When she pulls away, Roxy can tell that her sister has bought in. She can't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

Rostiel: Do you hear that, Rakora?
Rostiel: You are my familiar. I think that suits me well. Come closer, pet.

Rostiel pulls her forwards and Rakora quickly repositions, ending up knelt above the helltouched with her dripping kitty right above her face. She seems nervous as Rostiel starts to mutter some spell, tracing a needle down her spine... Before finally stabbing in, right above her tail. Instead of pain, Roxy feels a sharp pleasure and her knees buckle, causing her to fall slit first onto Kudoten's face. A glowing pink tattoo marking grows from the puncture as it seals, permanently marking the kitten as Rostiel's mystic familiar. Rostiel leans back, straightening herself out and throwing her head back with a moan before looking back down, tracing the needle along the demon's belly.

Rostiel: As for you. You are less than a familiar, aren't you? As well as that, you are more resistant to magic.
Rostiel: No, I won't bind you in any way that grants you power over myself.
Rostiel: Instead, I will bind you in the way a twisted monster such as yourself deserves.

She stabs into Kudoten's abdominal flesh with extremely little warning, starting to drag the needle into the shapes she needed, carving into the skin painfully.

The sanctified needle hisses and produces a yellow smoke on contact with Kudoten's flesh, and at its touch she bucks forward, folding to press against Rostiel's smooth taint and Rakora's ready kitty. Their fluids pool in her navel and dribble down her thighs and neck. The sphinx's fur is soft and dewy and parts quite easily with the application of Kudoten's tongue.

Kanaya wanted to try this in real life. She had gotten matching tattoos with Rose and that had been more like touching a battery with your tongue. This was like pressing an arc welder to flesh. Add to this lungs burning for air, and the amplified sensations of probing a pair of pussies, and her mind could barely handle it all. She didn't need to bide her time. Time was compressing around her into an infinite moment of arousal.

Despite the motions from her victim, the ministrations of her familiar, and her own growing need, Rostiel keeps a very steady hand. The needle leaves a glowing green line as she moves, lowering it down, pulling it up, twisting it around into shape. The helltouched can feel the needle carving these shapes deep and deeper, possibly even so deep it was twisting her very essence into the cleric's desire.

She grinds down as she goes, rolling her hips roughly, everything but her arm trembling. Rakora shudders and moans, pulling her mistress/sister closer and burying her face in her hair from the sensation of that skilled tongue. Roxy was trying so hard to stay in character, but these new sensations kept burning that away, letting her only mewl and moan. Rostiel's free arm wraps around her pet's back, moving to kiss and bury her face into the gloriously soft fur of her neck.

The helltouch would feel the burning spread, not just from her lungs as the cat pushed down harder, rocking against her face as if it were a sex toy and not much else, refusing her even a gasp of air. It was spreading because the tendrils of magic taking deep, deep root and growing its own branches off of the main lines she draws. But none of it hurts any less, no, not at all.

As the scarification continues, Kudoten focuses on harvesting the familiar before she herself passes out from pain and asphyxiation. She withdraws and curls her long, snaking tongue and spins it around the clit with each further penetration. Her honeyed saliva coating Rakora's walls as they quiver against Kudoten's tongue. She can feel the sphinx's spirit energy, freshly welded to the cleric's, and for that reason it's got scale to shed.

Rakora shivers and shakes, gasping above the demon and stlill clung to the busied cleric. Rostiel is much too preoccupied with her work to offer further attention, but either way the familiar feels herself rapidly closing that gap, approaching her first actual orgasm in the game—but that's the problem isn't it. She still knows it's a game. So, even when she shudders and shakes with the orgasm rolling through her, even as she finally achieves that, she's still left a little disappointed. She lets herself fall backwards, the helltouched's face framed by her legs still as Rostiel now has a full view of her again.

The moon elf smirks and then bears down with the needle, dragging it much more painfully and forcefully than she needs just to see how the demon reacts before finishing with it, dragging the needle out and into her inventory as she bounces on the twisting tendril within, as fast as she can, hands on the fresh scars, pushing into them to draw out even more pain before she too orgasms, staying rooted onto the shaft for a moment before sliding free and sitting to watch her thrall.

Once Rakora is out of the way, Kudoten sucks in a ragged breath, gathering her senses to lock eyes with Rostiel. The demon reaches over to gather and suck the juices from her face. The binding, now complete, prevents her from letting loose within Rostiel, and the sharp, pulsing pains of denial throughout the cleric's writhing orgasm ripple through her dazed satisfaction. As soon as she is free, thick, black ichor spills across her stomach to pool and sizzle on the plush couch.

Rakora: noooo my couuuch

Rakora's voice is extremely tired, a lot more tired than she'd expect to be, but Rostiel looks even more energetic after that. She reaches over and touches the ichorous seed with a finger, not yet having stopped looking into Kudoten's eyes until Kudoten herself does.

Rostiel: Very enjoyable. I believe I'm going to keep you.

She takes some of the demon's ichor with two fingers, licking it off with a smirk

Kudoten breaks eye contact first. The pain in her chest persisted. It likely would for the lifetime of the cleric, and elves were not known for their frequent expiration. She masks a cringe in pain by reaching over to grab her glass and press it's lip against her skin to gather more of the thick intoxicant, presenting it coyly.

Kudoten: I Will Await Your Orders Keenly

Rostiel takes the glass and holds it close, swirling it around some. She doesn't sip just yet, mostly just examines it. After a moment she gives a smile and raises the glass as if in toast.

Rostiel: To a prosperous and dependable term of servitude.

And then Rostiel, truthseeker, drinks down the entire glass in one go, offering the glass back to the demon once she was done.

Chapter 12: Interview with a Mime

Summary:

Jane tracks down the demon lord for clarification on her objectives.
Tags: Fellatio, Invisible Dick, Somewhat Public Humiliation

Jandra pushes past the closed tent flap, a kerchief held to her nose. Her wardrobe had changed a few times since her shabby newbie doublet. She now wore a padded indigo longvest over diaphanous white overshirt, both open to the belt. The smooth sodalite edifice of her star-tattooed pecs are proudly displayed.

As with every other tent in this caravan, this one is bigger on the inside. The floor is littered with colorful carpets, piles of rags, empty bottles, unconscious demons, and the odd bulb horn. The accountant's tent she had just investigated was a bit more organized, but only just. This tent looked and smelled like a frat house. The smoke Jandra doesn't mind, but the acrid and overbearing body odor is a bit much.

Jandra picks her way through the bodies and horns toward a dramatic-looking demon with skull face paint, draped across a high backed chair poised under a black light. Unlike any of the other clowns here, he wasn't smiling. In fact, his mouth was stitched shut with thick black cord. He seemed to be awake, at least. He is playing cat's cradle with a loop of the same black cordage.

Jandra: Hello, I was told I could get an audience with a demon lord here?

The skullfaced demon smiles pleasantly at Jandra, then unravels his cat's cradle to raise one hand languidly and nods his fist.

Krampus: [Yes]
Jandra: Oh! Is that sign language?

The demon's smile broadens, his eyes closing with catlike condescension. He seems pleased to be in the company of the uninitiated. He lowers his leg to twist into a regular seating position. He nods his closed fist again, then points to his chest, where a raven's skull hangs, raises his fist to his lips, then points to himself again.

Krampus: [Yes] [I am] [Mute]
Jandra: Okay, could you tell me where the demon lord is?

Krampus: [Yes]

Jandra feels a blush of embarrassment. Of course, she should have worded her question more carefully. This was hell—or a part of it—after all. Still, she can feel the thrill of excitement now that she has found someone willing to actually answer her questions, rather than pass her off to the next department.

Jandra: Please tell me how I can gain audience with the demon lord.

The demon's hands flash with motion, too quickly for Jandra to follow. She is eternally grateful for the magnanimous gifts of the sky elves to translate for even the lowest of outsider.

Krampus: [Can you] [Bake] 1x[[Bread loaf]]?
Krampus: [Can you] [Read] 1x[[Compass]] [From] [[Prospit Palace]]?
Krampus: [Turn around]

Jandra blinks. She was familiar with baking bread, but she had not visited Prospit, let alone their palace. While she pondered what her ability to bake bread had to do with talking to the demon lord, she turns in place until she's facing the door flap. She pauses for a moment, sighs, and turns her head. Even magic can't translate signs she can't see.

Krampus: [More] [Turn around]

Jandra turns back to the tent flap, and can't read anything into that other than an obtuse way of telling her to buzz off. Again. The disappointment was tinged with frustration. She understood being obtuse and mysterious around outsiders, but to make it this frustrating to get a few simple questions answered among your own folk was infuriating. The fact that she was here at all seemed like a feat of deduction. No one knew anything about the Dark Carnival, and asking around about it got dirty looks, even from other helltouched.

She turns, completing her spin in place, and when she looks up the end of her accusatory finger, the skull faced demon is standing with one foot up on the arm of the throne, looking down magnanimously in a cloak of black midnight. Slung over his shoulder like an empty sack is his skin, flensed away below his grin. His scalp and his hooded eyes look down like a diner ticket punched through the long horns of a winged grotesque carved in deep purple charoite with swimming patterns that resemble the moaning visages of baleful souls crawling down his chiseled musculature. Jandra had heard of this. It was a heightened state that higher level demons could achieve.

Jandra: Hoo Hoo. I see. You are the demon lord. I suppose once a loaf is baked, it can't be baked again. I can assume as well that Prospit Palace is what a compasses point to, so it would not point the way while standing on its cobbles. Your riddles are not as dense as I thought.

The demon lord taps his pointer and middle fingers together like crossed bars, spells out his name. Then, after a momentary pause, he purses his lips and flicks upward, leaning forward to loom over Jandra. His thoughts are his own, even to the omniscient.

Krampus: [My name is] ⤹Krampus⤸
Krampus: [You have] [Question]?

Jandra could have guessed, as she could sense his name as he spelled it out. A blessing and a curse supplied once again by the elves who seem to prefer to play fast and loose with certain kinds of truth.

Jandra: Oh! Yes, of course. No one seems to be able to give me a clear idea of what I am meant to be doing. There's all kinds of talk about the elves and the helltouched and the moon and all, but I don't understand how I can do my part to further our goals, or, if I'm being completely honest, what those goals are.
Krampus: [That is] [Not] [Question]
Jandra: Hoo hoo! You're quite right, so I believe I will rephrase: What am I supposed to do to further your goals, and how do I do it?

Krampus leaves his flayed pelt hanging over his shoulder to run both clawed hands down his exposed stone musculature, following his abs and iliac furrows to grasp a member which is not there. Jandra recognizes she is biased, but she rather prefers the look of it.

Krampus: [I want you to trade for] [[Sacred Obol]]
Krampus: [Nothing] [Is a bad trade]
Krampus: [If] [The enemy is resistant] [Use the skill] ►Tongue of Electrum
Jandra: Is that it?

Krampus continues to stroke at the air with one hand while signing with the other. Admittedly, it was proving to be enough of a distraction for Jandra, her eyes bouncing between the two hands.

Krampus: [You ask too many questions]
Jandra: You just had that whole phrase in the translator ready for me. If that's all you've got, I can just go get started on that.

In spite of herself, Jandra stays put, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her slacks, and watches the demon lord's grip widens, and his stroke lengthens. This wasn't really her thing. As entrancing as the motion was, she didn't relish the implication. With Jade it had been a matter of curiosity, but here there is nothing to examine.

Krampus: [There is no escaping] [Payment]
Krampus: [It is in your nature]

Jandra takes a step forward, feeling a weakness in her knees. She's found a precise angle to watch the mesmerizing motion of purple stone while still benefiting from the translation of the signing, which was now in her periphery. The way the tendons in Krampus' arm twist beneath his marbled stone skin animates the figures of lamentation. Still, she wasn't aroused, just transfixed.

Jandra: Goodness. I have to say, this is your least cryptic riddle, but I am a fan of clear instructions when I can get them. What is the price?
Krampus: [It will cost you] [Pride]
Krampus: [Take me into] [Your] [Mouth]
Krampus: [Swallow] [[Lavishing Ichor]]

Jandra slides to her knees as Krampus stops stroking and splays his long fingers over his bare crotch, fingers laced around the empty circle where a hard cock had been implied. Jandra isn't sure what to expect. She leans forward and reaches out until her fingertip lands on something ice cold. Intrigued, she shuffles her knees on the carpet to align herself, and wraps her fingers around the invisible, chilled, stone-firm member.

It is damp with condensation. The cold stings, but its thick, veined length is textured and gives slightly in her grip. She pulls down along the length, feeling the skin slide against the organ within, and she takes the pearl-like head between her lips. Jandra was not thirsty before, but as she pushes the demon lord's thick head into her mouth it's like drinking from a cold glass of water on a hot day after mowing the lawn.

Eagerly, Jandra takes the length deep into her throat, pressing the bitingly cold head against the back of her throat so that she was scared her uvula would stick to it like the pole in a christmass cliche. She slides her hand back with her, sucking back Krampus' foreskin and probing around inside with her tongue before stroking back and swirling her tongue around his reemerging glans.

At the end of each stroke, Krampus coats Jandra's throat with clear, glistering pre. Like a girl putting on her first pair of glasses and seeing the trees sway for the first time, Jandra's eyes are opened to a depth of gratification she had never known.

Krampus: [Good] [Girl]

More clowns rise from their stupor on the floor to watch their master claim a newcomer, and the bottom drops out of Jandra's stomach. Here she was debasing herself for an imaginary cock. Straight up droolling down her exposed pecs and really putting a little elbow grease into it. She was mortified, but she didn't dare stop. The transaction was incomplete. She wouldn't tolerate a debt. Besides, surely the climax would be even more refreshing. Still the probing eyes, the whispers and snickers, Jandra's skin pricks with shame.

As the clowns form a intermittently honking circle, Jandra feels a shift in the demon lord's stoic demeanor, and she doubles down. She grasps Krampus's hips, digging in her lacquered nails as she forces his length down her clenching throat. Her tongue slides past her lips and wraps hungrily around the base of the pantomimed penis until she feels the dam break. Frigid fluids pour into Jandra's stomach. She sucks and gulps it down as quickly as she can, but her lungs betray her and she begins to cough and splutter, letting real, black ichor spill from her lips and foam around her nose and tear ducts.

It fills her so completely.

The other clowns swarm Jandra in a cacophony of honks, grabbing her and lifting her over their heads. Jandra can only body surf in the afterglow, sucking in shallow breaths through thick black demon cum. Her stomach is a molten core radiating a balmy satisfaction. She didn't care that the clowns were rifling through her pockets. She barely winced at the sudden sunlight, or when she was roughly deposited on the ground outside the circus grounds.

Salem: you look liike you had 2ome fun

A china doll in a pink and white plague nurse outfit skips towards Jandra's senseless supine form. The hooked beak mask is lifted to the side, perched on a pile of black ringlets. Spidersilk drifts behind her limbs as she comes to a stop and rests her jointed hands on her knees. She's positively beaming.

Salem: youre lucky iim out here tryiing two get 2ome experiience
Salem: look2 liike you got chucklefucked

Jandra chokes on her response and has to struggle for an exquisite moment to breathe again. The doll's smile is infectious, and her giggle at the lewd word is like a porcelain bell.

Mamoru: Is that your official diagnosis Bloop?
Salem: no 2iir
Salem: an exce22 of lavi2hiing iichor orally
Salem: anythiing rectally and he would have been beyond your help 2iir
Jandra: She, actually.
Salem: excu2e me mii22
Salem: anythiing iin any of her other oriifiice2 and 2he would have been beyond your help 2iir
Mamoru: Well make with the cleansing flames my dear, we have a dozen more patients before you can wear the cocktail dress I got you Bloop.

The nurse produces a golden flame in her gloved palms, then turns to spread it over Jandra. As the flames catch, nausea catches up with the helltouched and she purges black ichor onto the cobbles.

Jandra: What are the stats for a cocktail dress?
Mamoru: It is not remarkable in combat Bloop.
Mamoru: The dress is more of a vanity item Bloop.
Mamoru: We are going to a ball Bloop.

The change in topic is so jarring, Jane wonders if this npc is part of a quest line or merely a context aware announcement for the timed event.

Jandra: Who is the ball for?
Mamoru: It is a beta backers ball Bloop.
Mamoru: The robber barons and their plus ones are congratulating themselves for bankrolling salvation Bloop.

The cleansing flames clear Jane's mind as well as burning away the mess on her face and chest. She's still a little roughed up, but it seems the skill only clears status effects. Jandra collects herself off the floor and pats the little marionette on the head.

Jandra: Well thank you kindly for your public service, poppet. :B

She was still in the mood for playing along with the conceits of others. After humoring the marionette, she turns her attention to the axolotl puppeteer.

Jandra: Where have I turned up? I thought the local folk were serpentine.

Mamoru: I am not local folk Bloop.
Mamoru: I happen to be in possession of one of the heroic obol Bloop.

A player character, then. Some kind of kobold caster, and a role player. Although, even Jane found herself taking the lore a little too seriously.

Thinking of lore, it was interesting that the puppeteer would mention his obol. That was what the demon lord had tasked her with collecting. The puppeteer seemed rather proud of his, but the backer ball would be full of dupes with loose purse strings.

Jandra: You don't have a spare obol do you? I think those clowns took everything I had on me.

Jandra notes the moment of hesitation in the axolotl's eyes, and she eases over, maintaining eye level with the dapper little gent. The obol were not handed out in pairs. If he had one, he got it off of someone else.

Jandra: I don't expect any more charity than you have already lent, and while-as I've just said-I have no possessions to trade, perhaps you would be interested in parting with such a sordid item for services rendered?

Jandra collects the puppeteer's hand and stoops to kiss where he would wear a ring, but the porcelain doll full-body tackles her. It's not enough weight to bear her to the ground, but it foils Jandra's attempt to give the puppeteer the covetous status effect.

Salem: ii2 that any way two thank 2omeone you hellbiitch 2kank?
Jandra: Hey, we're just practicing our moves on each other, right? You showed me yours, I was just showing you mine hoo hoo.

No longer in the mood for playing pretend, Jandra responds to the lizard, whom she backs away from, standing upright and straightening her lapels. She was more than a little frustrated by being called out. That wasn't who she was.

Mamoru: Then consider this a fair counter and let us take our leaves of each other Bloop.

The marionette does not seem pleased with this conclusion. She glowers out from her immaculate curls, hot pink fire crawls along her shoulders, licking in little hearts with skull eyes. Jane wonders what this player's deal was with these mixed messages, but remembers the way Dirk tends to express less acceptable feelings through his puppets.

Jandra: I really didn't mean you any harm. I'd never attempt to purloin your only means of revival. You look like you're in the business. I'd bet you know all about misdirection and slight of hand.

Jandra gives the doll a second glance to emphasize her meaning.

Jandra: You know, now that you've mentioned it, I think I'd like to go to this ball as well. Are you attending on someone's invitation, or are you one of those robber barons you mentioned?
Mamoru: I have my own invitation Bloop.
Jandra: Would you be interested in bringing a plus one? There are more experience opportunities when you engage in these things as a party.
Mamoru: I have refrained from selecting a companion for the event, as I do not desire to give the impression of being in a committed relationship Bloop.

Jandra pops her collar and flashes a charming smile.

Jandra: I don't think I'll have a problem playing the wingman. :B

Chapter 13: Team Dork Squad

Summary:

John and Jake team up with Tavros as accountabilibuddies
Tags: Bestiality

After Viskir hails the sky and returns to the halls of heroes, Joyce is left to smooth things over with a thankfully taciturn turtle. It turns out the armorer also provides a dry cleaning service. A few minutes and a handful of magical scouring dust and Joyce finds faerself outside the shop with the bipedal dog man fae spotted earlier.

Joyce: hey dude, you got anything going on?
Jekt: Ahoy... friend?
Joyce: there's worse things to be called.
Jekt: As a matter of fact, I arrived at this fine haberdasher tracking your scent, but I'll be damned if I can remember why...
Joyce: oh jeez, that's really neat! i definitely want to help you figure that out, but also it sounds like there are no leads so maybe you can help me with what i was about to do.
Joyce: i was headed to a dungeon.
Jekt: That does sound like something I imagine I would get into.

The dogman's tail starts wagging, and Joyce chuckles. He appeared to be some kind of rogue based on the soft studded leathers and the cloak to muffle his movements. No pants whatsoever, which made sense for someone covered in such a thick coat of fur.

Joyce: man, we're really forgetful. do you mind if I recruit a third? maybe someone who can take a hit?

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The elf and faer dog find their way to a tavern and take a seat at the table with the map carved into the surface.

Joyce: 8akalsa 8ay. we charter a ship there, sail out to the tomb, investigate the ruins, keep whatever we loot.

Jekt's tail begins thumping against the booth as he looks down at the local map of the archipelago. Such maps were commonplace at taverns. Some bard school began carving them in the second kingdom. Terrestrial magic was so quaint.

Jekt: Holy fucking mackerel that sounds like a rare delight. Graves and the robbing thereof are my bailiwick. That and shooting hand crossbows.
Joyce: what do you do after you shoot both of your hand crossbows?
Jekt: At this level it appears I pray that two fewer adversaries is enough to save my skin!
Joyce: no worries, dog. i'll make sure we get the toughest of tough guys to be our bodyguard.

The first to answer the call fits the bill exactly. Stooping to enter the booth, a hulking minotaur settles in at the end of the table, a direwolf at his heel. He wore a ring mail tunic and tabard, and a steel mace hung from his rawhide belt.

Talos: uH, yOU GUYS SAID YOU NEEDED A TANK?
Joyce: yeah dude, we kind of got the traps and locks... on lock, and we can kick some ass, but we just need... i guess you. we haven't done any of this before though
Talos: yEAH THAT'S COOL OR WHATEVER, jUST AS LONG AS THERE'S NO,,, uH,,, fUNNY BUSINESS,
Joyce: funny business?
Jekt: Tom foolery?
Talos: yEAH, lIKE, tHIS ISN'T LIKE ONE OF THOSE SEX QUESTS IS IT?
Jekt: Oh, no, we've had our fill of that sort of hogswallop and were hoping to get up to some good old dungeon delving.
Joyce: yeah, jeeze my last party kind of devolved into sex and relationship drama.
Talos: tHEN YEAH, tHAT SOUNDS LIKE WHAT I MAYBE, uH, wANT TO DO, i THINK,

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Some hours later, the party falls back along a sandstone corridor. Wide stone arches on either side lead away into already looted burial chambers. Jekt limps ahead, fumbling to reload his dual hand crossbows while he scopes out the escape route. He's running at the edge of the light of the lantern Joyce is carrying. Fae's running backwards, and hurling a pitted ceremonial brass labris past Talos' shoulder. The minotaur turns to shout.

Talos: hEY JOYCE, cOULD YOU NOT KILL IT, iF YOU CAN HELP IT?
Joyce: jeez talos if you like it so much, why don't you marry it?
Talos: uH, tHAT'S KINDA THE IDEA, iF WE CAN WEAKEN IT WITHOUT KILLING IT, i CAN CAPTURE IT AND, uH,,, bREED MORE,
Jekt: Gad freaking zooks, you mean we could have one of those fighting in our corner of the rink?

The banter is interrupted when the giant badger pokes her head into the corridor. Her paws slide in through the doorway and she shimmies quite adroitly through the corridor towards them like a wall of tooth and nail.

Talos' direwolf, a shaggy blue-tinged thing he called Babe, lunges out from a burial chamber to harry the badger. They snap their jaws at each other, but neither can bite or claw through the other's thick pelt.

The labris makes a lopsided boomerang's arc through the air, and the badger bats it out of the air to stick several inches into a stone statue. Joyce has to run over to lend faerself a third hand to dislodge it.

Jekt: That might actually make the rest of this dungeon less of an absolute ball buster.
Joyce: you both make a fair point, but could we please make sure none of us FUCKING DIES? need i remind you all i am out of the revival scrolls Viskir left me.
Talos: yEAH, i HEAR YOU, bUT IF WE COULD JUST LEAD HER INTO ONE OF THE BIGGER CHAMBERS, i REALLY THINK THAT THIS HAS A BETTER THAN AWFUL CHANCE OF ENDING THIS FIGHT IN OUR FAVOR,

Joyce pulls faer axe out of the stonework just in time for the badger to smash the statue off of the wall. Joyce, of course, ducking the swipe and shaving a substantial divot out of the badger's fur with faer axe.

Babe dives in snarling and takes the badger to the floor where Jekt gets off another pair of shots into her shoulder. They each stumble out of the corridor, fanning out as the huge beast rolls and throws the wolf into Talos' arms.

The massive minotaur tucks the wolf under one arm and follows the others out into the central solarium of the tomb, ducking and rolling as the badger slams through the archway behind him, showering the room with sandstone. Rocks ping and drop against the air in a dome around Joyce and faer lantern. Jekt has taken cover to reload his crossbows, and Talos sets an injured Babe down beside the kobold.

Talos: uH, sEE IF YOU CAN HEAL HER, i'M GONNA DO MY THING,

Vines hang down from open skylights in this spacious ceremonial room. There is a shallow marble pool in the center of the room which is filled with clear spring-fed water. The giant badger stands, blocking the doorway she has ruined, back arched, barrel chest heaving. Joyce looks like a cub, spinning faer battle axe in front of her.

Talos charges up beside Joyce and leaps over the badger's swinging paw. He lands on both hooves and catches her shoulder, putting his full weight into redirecting the momentum of her swing to roll her over into the pool.

The badger scrambles violently, throwing up waves, trying to both get the majority of her paws back on the ground, and overpower Talos, who has jumped on top of her.

Joyce: talos, i've got an idea, grab on to a vine!

It takes a few twists and backpedals before Talos can locate a vine in the vortex of fur and water, and as soon as he grabs it, the labris axe sails through it overhead, and Talos is suddenly in posession of a length of rope. The next time the badger tries to kick him off, Talos leaps into the air. When the badger twists to snap at him, he catches her with a loop of vine, and twists himself to land on her back this time. He saws back on his new reigns, presses his knees under her rib cage, and buries his muzzle into her shoulder to bite down.

The badger dooks and ceases her twisting. She turns her head to the side and freezes.

Joyce: holy cow!
Joyce: is that it? did we do it?

From this angle, Joyce can see Talos straddling the badger. Even on all fours, the creature was tall. As big as a bear, and twice as long. The beast has turned over her shoulder and she and the cavalier have locked eyes.

Talos: uH, jOYCE,,, cOULD YOU DO ME A FAVOR AND CHECK ON BABE? i'M FEELING SOMETHING UNUSUAL OVER OUR BOND,,,

Joyce blinks, but is happy enough to scamper away from the suddenly soaking sawtooth slinky. Fae scan the room and quickly spot Jekt's white fur behind some rubble.

Upon turning the corner, Joyce finds Jekt lying supine against his cover, hand crossbows forgotten. Babe has a bandage around one leg, and Jekt's bright red dick down her toothy maw. she glances up at Joyce, but only takes the member out of the back of her throat, continuing to work the shaft with her tongue while Joyce tries to process what to relay to Talos.

Joyce: she seems to be fine
Joyce: better than fine i guess
Joyce: hey unrelated, but remember what you said about funny business?

There is enough of a pause that Joyce worries fae weren't being heard. Fae look away from Babe, but don't get a chance to repeat faerself.

Talos: uH, yEAH?
Joyce: what do you want me to do if i kind of, hypothetically, walk into some funny business.
Talos: uH,,,
Talos: i THINK THAT YOU SHOULD KEEP THAT TO YOURSELF THEN, i DON'T THINK TELLING ME ABOUT IT WILL HELP MY SITUATION, lIKE,,, oOF,,, aT ALL,,,

Joyce turns back to find Babe has turned around, pressing her dark, spade-shaped pussy against Jekt's dick. He looks drunk, and doesn't even acknowledge Joyce. His eyes are on the puffy pussy, and the blue sheen of the direwolf's pelt.

Jekt: Why'd it have to be a blue beauty?
Joyce: jeez, i don't know dog, i think we're all hung up on a certain kind of girl that likes to press our buttons, and as long as we let them, they'll continue to feed our more self destructive tendencies.
Joyce: do you want like a hand or something?

Jekt leans forward enough to slide home, and shudders. His arms slide into the fur above her haunches, and he begins to pump rapidly.

Jekt: Stars and garters! No, go check on Talos.

Shrugging, Joyce leaves the dogs to tie the knot and makes faer way back to the bathing badger. She and Talos are nose to nose, eyes locked, but the badger has snaked around into a u shape, one forepaw resting on her own soaked rump. Joyce would have the pleasure of observing the unique configuration of wet mustelid pussy, except it was entirely obscured by Talos' fat hog, tenting up the portion of his chain mail tunic below the belt.

Talos has one hand resting against the badger's lower jaw, and while Joyce watches, they begin licking each other. First, on their broad noses, and then, systematically, all down Talos' face while he reciprocated where his flat tongue can find purchase. His hooves shuffle, and the head of his member pushes into the beast's pulsing passage.

Joyce: TALOS! what happened to no funny business!? argh!

Joyce lets the axe fall into the stone floor, but neither badger nor minotaur flinches. Talos wraps his huge hand around the beast's tail and pulls, easing the head of his dick into her. She dooks and purrs like a gravel roller.

Talos: tHIS IS, uH, nECISSARY,
Talos: i NEED TO SPEND A SHORT REST WITH HER, oOF, tO LEAVE MY MARK,
Talos: iT'S SO GOOD,
Talos: fEELS,,,
Talos: goOOD,
Talos: i CAN FEEL THEM BoOTH,

After a few slow pumps, and with the badger licking the sweat from his chest, Talos begins thrusting in earnest. The sounds of dogs fucking behind the rubble rises. It's clear from this point that Joyce isn't going to get anything intellectually engaging out of either of faer party members, so fae wander off to inspect some of the ruined tomb.

The statue Joyce accidentally axed is of a carapacean. The engravings are crude, but based on the root language it can be assumed that this tomb was constructed after the war of the second kingdom to appease the honor of the slain forces or whatever. It made sense, if hades was all run through with shortcuts and loopholes, it paid to make sure no one was going to come back to settle the score.

While following some ideograms around a burial chamber, Joyce leans against the wrong low corner, and pushes open one of the burial coffers. Dozens of little golden beetles pour out and scuttle into the darker corners, fleeing the light of Joyce's lantern. Curious, the elf returns to the unsealed chest, trying to crouch and turn on the balls of faer feet to get a look at what's inside. When that seems to frustrate faer, Joyce turns to move on, and comes face to face with one of the carapaceans.

Joyce almost drops faer faerielight, which would have been terribly bad news, but also it was tremendously easy for the elf to pluck it out of the air before it touched the ground. The dusty white beetle guy is draped with gold plates and chains. The extra little arms tucked into his thorax fret on a folded scrap of paper. His wings flutter when Joyce starts. His face bears an inscrutable beetle expression.

Joyce: okay, i see where this is going
Joyce: I GUESS
Joyce: jokes on you though because i've got nothing for your to gnaw on, and i am not putting any part of you in my mouth. you're going to have to settle for having your way with my butt hole.

The Gilded Warrior clarifies that he has no interest in any of the elf's holes by drawing his sword. It is a short one-hander made from a pale metal with a crooked blade.

Joyce: dude, that's a totally sick blade, but i mostly use two handers so it's probably more of a backup weapon i'll hold for the enchantments if i even bother to loot it off of you.

Joyce ducks under the first swing and rolls out of the burial chamber. The hallway is absolutely swarming with gilded carapaceans from which Joyce has to dodge three more weapons before fae can abscond toward faer party members.

Joyce: i'm starting to think we are kind of under leveled for this dungeon.

Chapter 14: The Burden of Heroism

Summary:

Arthur Gizem (Gamzee) and their Stallion (Equius) help some strangers (Jake, Tavros, John) survive a bad decision
Tags: identity erosion, loss of speech, sexual healing, slow burn transformation, free use, almost spitroasted, corruption

The docks of Thisavropolis were filled with many a vessel, all of many shapes and sizes and shades, but the most striking were the Alternian specific docks. These docks were full of the Alternian Black Boats, odd chitinous ships with iridescent black armor, submersible in nature as well. They would rise from the waters, the top shell folding back into itself to reveal the open deck. These were trade ships, willing to deal with pirates for stolen goods. After all, the Alternian ships were fully immune to most modern piracy, due to the armor and underwater nature of them on the high seas.

Because of this, the pirate ships docked here have many modern weapons on their deck, canons covering and firearms carried by all sailors. They weren't fitted with the advanced steam engines of LoCaS, but they didn't really need to be.

It's here that Arthur and his lover step off of the ship, the stallion guided over to them by a Prospitian who stares at Arthur's skull helmet with fear. He takes the reins from the terrified being brusquely before leading steed and clown forward.

Gizem, for his part, was high as fuck. But even with that, he noticed that his friend hadn't talked to them at all today. That, and he just lifted his tail and relieved his bowels in front of the busy dock without so much as a complaint. This strikes him as strange... but he shrugs and just keeps going forward.

Gizem: WhErE wE hEaDeD bAbE?
Arthur: Why do you call me that? I am not a child.
Arthur: We are headed to Bakalsa Bay. We will need to hire a ship.
Gizem: WoRd MoThErFuCkEr, ThAt ShIt SoUnDs TiGhTeR tHaN a BiTcHeS tIt.
Arthu: My love, you do not make it easy to ignore the strange phrasing you use.

Finding a ship willing to go to the Bay was not difficult, but it was very expensive. If they only had a friend who spent time getting her own! Instead, they had to haggle with a pirate who asked for one thousand boons—A hefty sum for sure, even at their level. Arthur was about to lose his chilling attitude with the hard faced tortoise when his lover stopped him and told him that he would handle it, and for Arthur to wait outside.

A few minutes later, the clown left wiping his face with a sleeve. A moment later, the tortoise captain left his cabin with a much more pleased face, offering a hand to shake on a new deal: 500 boons now, 500 boons when they leave.

This is how they came to land on the beach of the bay, a wide curved sandy beach on an unpopulated island covered in ancient Prospitian ruins. Here, they find themselves walking away from the rowboat and the boatswain who rowed them out, now rowing back to the ship in the distance. They're here for a very clear cave entry that leads into the ruins, and Arthur can feel in his carapace that he is closing in on the first step to his destiny.

His horse suddenly whinnies and rears up, pulling the reigns out of his hands. He turns quickly and soothes the horse, the beast quieting quickly.

Arthur: Good, Etheius, it's alright. You're okay.
Gizem: HeY dUdE?
Arthur: What is it, my love?
Gizem: tHeRe'S a MoThErFuCkInG dOg, DoG

He turned towards the Clown, shocked to see the blue direwolf sat by the clown, accepting pats but looking deeply worried.

Gizem: GoOd DoGgIe
Arthur: That is not just a dog, that is a dire wolf!

Gizem looks at the chessman with glassy eyes before looking back at the tame creature.

Gizem: DuNnO dUdE, dOeSn'T lOoK vErY dIrE tO mE

Arthur sighs and shakes his head, before looking at the frightened horse. At least he knew why now...

When it becomes apparent that these heroes don't have enough animal handling to get the gist of what she's getting at, the roan-pelted direwolf pleads with the skittish stallion.

Babe: [Vocal pause] [Ambush] [Ahead]
Babe: [Party] [Death] [Imminent]
Babe: [Affected oath] [If only I had a] [Bandage]

It takes the stallion a moment, but after that moment he blinks a lot, eyes seeming a little more focused than before. He nudges at the knight some, and relays the message.

Etheius: [Warning] [Us] [Ambush]
Etheius: [Wolf] [Party/Pack/Herd] [Need] [Help]
Etheius: [Need] [Healing]

The hero couldn't easily understand the wolf, but his stallion... He was surprised that the stallion used the animal voice rather than the person voice. He gave some soothing words to the stallion before turning the wolf and clown, pulling out his ink-black regiblade.

Arthur: It would seem we need to mount a rescue. Make sure the wolf is healthy.

The shift in tone to pure seriousness makes it so Gizem doesn't respond, just nods with a lazy smile before checking over the doggie and helping her with any of her wounds. They set off immediately, Arthur first followed by the Jester and then the wolf, with the horse following along behind. Ethieus couldn't help but feel an itch in his head, like being spoken to so directly unlocked some unknown part of him... Why did he feel like he was forgetting things? That wasn't a feeling he remembered being used to...

They enter the crypt, passing through the cave entry with little fuss. After all, the boss had already been 'dealt with' before. Even so, Arthur goes with a grim stoicism, frustrated at needing to play the hero....

From the hallway outside the dungeon lobby, the air is filled with the sounds of clicking chiton and thunderous hissing. The ground shakes arrhythmically. The hall opens to a solarium. The evening sun fills the massive chamber with a dull, ruddy glow, and dozens of papery, desiccated Prospitan soldiers swarm out of archways distributed around a pool, red with blood.

A horse-sized badger dashes one of the undead Prospitans against some sandstone rubble, inches away from a sky elf who has dragged faerself to dry land. A double-headed axe spins through the air, bouncing off of decorative gold chain armor. A seething mound of undead warriors explodes outward from a hollering minotaur in ragged chainmail, blindly brandishing his mace, a kobold slung over his shoulder. The minotaur wades back through the water and toward the safety of the badger's effective range. Soon, this party will be overwhelmed.

The knight, upon seeing this, immediately jumps into the fray. He brings forth his regiblade, slicing directly through dried carapaces. Shortly after, Gizem rushes in, stumbling over and falling to the floor—The prat fall causes him to teleport directly above the badger, where he immediately sets to healing the minotaur. Etheius, for his part, also rushes in after his master, smashing those undead carapacians that fell or were knocked down because of his master, rendering them into dust instantly.

After a moment, Arthur realizes the scope of this battle and so draws forth a single ring, placing it on one finger. Immediately, a burst of shadow explodes out of him, sending the dried soldiers flying. He marches forward, the ring granting him the extra strength to keep the pace until he's up to the edge of the pool. He was well prepared for this dungeon, but he was not prepared to come in when it had already began. Joyce shields faer eyes from the burst of cloying darkness, but decides this horror is here to save them, considering how he is outfighting their locally acquired brute force. Fae points toward the ruined archway.

Arthur: Get towards the entry now! Where is the Crypt Master?
Joyce: the tall one with the sweet hat is through there! i kind of flubbed my sneak attack and we haven't been able to fight our way back to him.
Talos: wE'VE BEEN WHAT? uH, I SENT BABE FOR HELP AND HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FALL BACK,,,
Joyce: what? against these pushovers? we have them on the ropes.
Talos: i THINK THAT MIGHT BE AN UNREASONABLE ASSUMPTION GIVEN YOUR CURRENT WHOLE DEAL, aND ALSO THE FACT THAT I THINK MAYBE YOUR DOG IS DEAD, aT LEAST FOR NOW, yOU SAID YOU WERE OUT OF THOSE POTIONS,,, iN FACT I THINK IT MIGHT NOT BE TOTALLY UNREASONABLE TO POINT OUT THAT WE WOULD PROBABLY BE DEAD ALREADY IF I HADN'T SENT BABE,

Arthur continues to lay the undead low by the handfull, and once Gizem is sure the minotaur is fine, he slides off the badger into the pool and rushes over to the elf. Before starting to heal faer, Gizem throws a pie at one of the carapacian undead approaching them, which inflates cartoonishly and explodes, sending those nearby flying back.

These three were leveled for this place. Perhaps even over-leveled. And they knew exactly how to solve the issue they walked in on. Arthur quickly moves to ignoring the underleveled party, assuming Gizem has their recovery handled, and begins slicing though more of the gilded undead on his way to the Crypt Master. He's making fairly quick work of the dried beetles.

Meanwhile, Etheius has made it to the waterside too. The clown helps the fae up and offers a bandage, before squirting him with a flower. Once he does though, the fae feels speedier somehow. The clown laughs.

Gizem: HeY mOtHeRfUcKeR yOu NeEd A pOtIoN tOo?
Gizem: wE'rE pRePpEd To HeLl AnD bAcK wE cAn ShArE
Joyce:hey dude, this is a sweet horse. i didn't think anyone had played enough to buy something like that. watch talos around it. i guess you should help him with jekt. they kind of got the drop on him.

Gizem produces a potion from his sleeve, offering it to the fae. He turns to the dog and bull, still with hat high dopey smile on his face.

Gizem: yO wE cAn PoUr OnE dOwN hIs ThRoAt ToO

While Gizem is playing support, his antics moving to heal and defend and buff the lower leveled players with odd demon clown magic, Arthur is finally pushing through the ruined archway. He bursts in, panting before calling out dramatically:

Arthur: Foul desiccated husk of a so called 'hero', show yourself so I may end your foul unlife!

The way he says hero has a heavy sneer to it. His voice booms through the room. Carapacian voices are normally abstract at most, so this concrete sound bouncing through the sound filled crypt is likely notable.

The clown turns to Joyce, and nods. The bugs seem a bit split, since their leader and thus the source of their unlife is in danger, but also their numbers are shrinking for the most part.

Gizem: dOnT wOrRy AbOuT tHaT mOtHeRfUcKeR
Gizem: i'M sUrE hE'd LoVe ThAt AcTuAlLy.

Etheius feels there's something familiar about the minotaur, going over to nose at him gently. Why would he find this bull man familiar? What about him is familiar? He doesn't even mind that he's so deep in water that it's covering up to his flanks

Talos: [Vocal pause] [Strong] [Steed] [Loot ahead]
Talos: [Could this be] [Overburden]?
Joyce: keep your hands to yourself talos, this one's taken.
Gizem: NaH dUdE gO aHeAd AnD fUcK hIm
Gizem: ThAt MoThErFuCkEr LiKeS iT fOr SuRe

Talos pulls Jekt down from the fireman carry long enough for Gizem to administer the potion, but also to give the horse a chance to object to the second load. Gizem pushes the dog man's mouth open and pours it in, trying to coax the possibly dead dog to swallow it. If the dog was fully dead, this potion would probably not work...

Etheius: [No] [Overburden]
Etheius: [Could this be] [Knowing of] [You]?
Talos: [Huh. It's a] [Chance] [Vocal pause]
Talos: [Think carefully]

A noise comes from the archway, and suddenly all the remaining undead collapse into final-dead heaps. A second later, Arthur leaves, placing something unseen into his bags.

Arthur: Your party should take what you need from this place.
Arthur: Gizem and I have what we came here for.
Arthur: Do you have a ship to return with?

Talos throws Jekt over Joyce's lap, causing the elf to bite their tongue. He is careful not to even touch the horse. He turns to the knight, pointedly ignoring the two clowns.

Talos: wHAT'S THE HORSE'S NAME, uH, iF THAT'S COOL TO ASK,,,

Flustered, and gasping for air under the now-merely-unconscious kobold, Joyce ignores Talos' inquiry and talks over the minotaur at the Knight, who was somehow now in charge of the party. Joyce was passingly sure that was bad news, since it was one of the shadow ones, but fae tried not to let the big things get in the way of gratitude.

Joyce: you know it, dude! it's probably hiding in the knife shoals waiting for smaller ships to skuttle. the crew are a bunch of pirates. i think its called the achartië?

Joyce pronounces the name 'Revenge's Path' in perfect elvish, ignoring the bastardization that's burnt into the hull.

Etheius: [Think] [Carefully]

The horse repeats, making a motion like a slow nod. He seems preoccupied after that...
Arthur waits for both to finish speaking before answering both.

Arthur: My steed is named Etheius.
Arthur: Perhaps we should ride back with you. I don't feel like our hired ship rendered enough service for us to give them a thousand boons, and perhaps we can even get our investment reimbursed.
Gizem: Aw CmOn MaN
Gizem: ThAt GuY gAvE uS a GoOd DeAl
Arthur: That tortoise took us for a ride, in more than one way.
Gizem: hAhA hE sUrE dId MoThErFuCkEr

He continues to laugh at his personal joke, before leaning on Arthur.

Arthur: Saving your lives should be enough to pay for it.
Arthur: In fact, you may owe me a debt.

Talos has been lost in thought while the knight and his bard carouse. The name the knight gave was ringing a distant bell, and it felt as though the minotaur was dredging it up from the bottom of a well. When it arrived, he interrupted Joyce's next jokey riposte.

Talos: eQUIUS,,, aND GAMZEE? uH DUDE WE LIVE TOGETHER, yOU DIDN'T EVEN MENTION YOU WERE IN THE BETA! i BROUGHT IT UP AT BREAKFAST,,, tWO DAYS STRAIGHT!

The horse stops moving completely, suddenly looking like a statue. Internally, that name is swirling around. Equius? Why... Who was that? He digs back as far as he can remember, but eventually the memories of the horse run out... And leave only the fuzzy, barely still hanging on memories of the man. He jolts suddenly, wickering and snorting. He tries to speak, it's easy to see that, but all that comes out is even more horse noises. He turns to Gizem and makes those sounds, but the clown just laughs and pats his snout.

Gizem: YeAh DuDe No ShIt
Arthur: My steed's name is Etheius, not Equius.
Gizem: We GoTtA sTaY iN cHaRaCtEr ThOuGh MoThErFuCkeR

The horse snorts again, this time with notable anger. He turns back to Talos.

Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [Cannot] [Log Out]
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [How] [Log Out]
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [Thing] [Bad]
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [Need] [Log Out]

Fortunately the trip back to the shore was short, and Joyce is already dismounting with the sleeping Jekt floating in invisible hands beside faer. Fae had no idea who these people were, and if they recognized each other by different names, Joyce only made note that they might be their True Names, and abstains from commentary.

Fortunately, the Acharatë has already brought a dinghy to shore. Unfortunately it's not sized for horses or giant badgers. Fortunately, the badger has no trouble slipping into the water and swimming toward the ship. Unfortunately Ethius was too upset to cross the water before he saw it, and Talos could sense this.

Talos: yOU KNOW WHAT? lEAVE ME HERE WITH ETHEIUS, uH, gET THINGS SETTLED WITH THE CREW, cOME BACK WITH ANOTHER BOAT, aND WE'LL GET ABOARD THEN, iF THATS AN OKAY THING TO ASK,,,

Talos turns to the horse, scratching under the beast's jaw.

Talos: [Can't proceed without] [Vocal pause] [Hand]
Talos: [Have you tried] [Forced] [Log out] [After] [Long rest]

The horse makes a snort, but he's obviously calmer with the touch. Arthur looks at the beastman and considers for a long moment before nodding.

Arthur: I trust your ability, handler. My steed clearly needs something. We will ensure your return.

Arthur turns to the fae, giving Joyce a chilling look that rocks faer to faer very core.

Arthur: And you. Do not try any fae trickery on our return. My regisword is made of cold wrought iron.

He turns back away, continuing on and intending to leave the minotaur and his stallion alone. Once they're gone, Equius tries to speak again before returning to the only voice he has now.

Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [Cannot] [Speak]
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [Almost] [Cannot] [Listen]
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [Memory] [Bad]
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [Help me] [Long Rest]
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [Have not] [Log out] [Three] [Days]

Tavros watches the others load into the dinghy, and continues to sooth the mechanical horse by scratching behind his ear. His mind was racing. He had felt himself slipping uncomfortably into character a time or two, forgiving himself a few of the acts which the game's mechanics seemed to ask of him, but Equius had somehow managed to build a quadruped with no hands. He said he had been logged in for three days, but that seemed impossible. Time in-game was compressed, but not by that much. A player was supposed to get kicked after eight hours logged in. Still, he must be pushing that time limit to start forgetting things like speech.

Talos: [Vocal pause] 3x[Days] [Is too many]
Talos: [I don't know] [Why] [Vocal pause] [You think so]?
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] 3x[Days] [I don't know] [Memory] [Bad]
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] 2x[Sleep] [Wake up] [Horse] [No] [Log out]
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [Cannot] [Memory] [Log out] [Self] [Cannot] [Memory] [Human] [Self]
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [Now!] [I can] [Memory]
Talos: [I have] [Skill] [With] [Sleep effect] [Vocal pause] [But] [Embarrassing]
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [Need] [Log out] [Before] [Cannot] [Memory]
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [I don't mind] [Embarrassing] [Sleep Effect]
Etheius: [Bow and Arrow] [Please] [Help me] ⤹Talos⤸

He lowers his head, acting pleadingly. Notably, Tavros wouldn't have seen him for at least a day, but he never knows what he's doing anyway, and for all he knew, he was out of the dorms. However, whether he remembers that as Talos right now is another story.

Talos: [Think carefuly] [Vocal pause] [Your] [True name]
Talos: uH, i DON'T KNOW IF YOU UNDERSTAND ME LIKE THIS, BUT YOUR NAME IS EQUIUS,,,

Equius snorts and nods when he starts talking normally, but slowly. This indicates that he can, but only just. Tavros continues to scratch and rub along the horse's mane and flank, making slow circles with both hands. Where he sees tension, he stops to knead the corded muscle until it loosens up. Knowing where this is going, Talos can feel himself stir again. It was a vicious cycle, as he was quickly learning. Arousal draws his member from its sheath. The exposure fills the air with that heavy musk. The scent provokes his arousal. He hadn't done this with a player yet, not that he had planned to, but this was for a good cause. Someone he knew was stuck. Furthest from his mind was how obviously male Etheius was. One mount was as good as the next.

Talos: yOU ARE A MECHANICAL ENGINEER IN, uH, a DORM WITH ERDIAN AND SOLLUX WHO ALSO PLAYS THIS GAME, bUT,,, i WOULDN'T, uH, rECCOMMEND PLAYING WITH HER, OR,,, aNYWAY,,,

Equius seems to pay deep attention to the bull man's words, ears flicking and a quiet snort here and there as he's massaged, his tense muscles gradually relaxing and his breath deepening.... And as it does, his nose fills with powerful musk. He sneezes once or twice at first, but the presence of the bull man and his efforts cause him to accept it.

His arousal gradually frees itself, his stallion shaft slipping free, entirely horselike in nature. The pendulous testes tense some before hanging loose in their home, and his entire coat shivers. He has to try even harder to focus on his friends words, but eventually he's able to put all of his focus on just those words, trying to repeat them to himself afterwards in a way that starts to lull him just a bit...

Talos: yOU'RE STRONG TOO, lIKE THE STRONGEST GUY AT THE SCHOOL, i ONCE SAW YOU TEAR A LOCKED DOOR OFF OF ITS HINGES, aND I'M PRETTY SURE THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT,

Tavros works his way around to Etheius' ass, dipping forward as he turns the corner to settle his incongruously human dick between the horse's leg and testes to touch head to shaft. Talos then reaches over Etheius to massage down his spine and along his thighs.

Talos: rIGHT NOW THOUGH I NEED YOU TO DO ME THE HUGEST FAVOR AND MAYBE RELAX, kEEPING IN MIND THAT YOUR NAME IS EQUIUS, aND DO EVERYTHING I SAY WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT IT, iMAGINE THEY ARE COMMANDS FROM A,,, SENIOR CLASSMAN,,, eVEN THOUGH I'M MOSTLY IN REMEDIAL CLASSES, aND AM GOING FOR MORE OF A BACHELOR OF ARTS DEGREE,,,

The horse nods, his muscles rippling beneath his coat. Even here he was strong... But for a horse, he may have been average. Even here, Equius knew that the bull man was stronger than him, and above his station as well. Something about that felt wrong, but he takes another deep breath and that fades.

Of course he would listen to Talos. Why wouldn't he? He wouldn't even think of doing otherwise. The very idea is plucked from his mind without him noticing, or even caring. Instead, he takes another breath, and feels that command begin to etch itself... If released now, he'd be likely to be able to free himself from those reins. A voice whispers that, but another asks if he even wants that? Isn't it nice to give up control? To be powerless in the hands of another? His shaft, now fully hard, starts to drip gently.

Talos leans back, rubbing his pre-slick member against the mechanical horse's lubricated shaft, and works his thumbs around the horse's tail, tugging gently at the leather apholstered donut. Unlike the braided cables of Etheius' thews, his tail hid a hand-stitched mounting post. Someone had been keeping it well oiled.

Talos: eQUIPMENT oOF THIS QUALITY CoOULD WITHSTAND HARD USE, tHE BEST WAY ToO MAINTAIN IT IS ToO, uH, pUT IT THRoOUGH IT'S PACES,,,

Reaching around the thinest point in Etheius' waist, Talos can just run the tips of his fingers along the horse's pulsing shaft, but the dribbling lubricant was needed elseware. The soft hole took each thick, hoof tipped finger, one at a time, and without resistance.

Talos: oOh,,, uH, i GUESS I SHoOULD HAVE, uH, GUESSED THAT I WASN'T GoOING ToO BE A CHALLENGE FoOR A GYM RAT LIKE YoOU,

Talos grasps his own cock by the base and takes a half step back to line up with the mounting post. He didn't notice when his thoughts had started to wander. He's all but forgotten why he's doing what he is doing. Grasping the mechanical horse with both hands, Talos presses forward...

Talos: wERE YoOU MY STEED, i WoOULD MoODIFY YoOUR HARNESS WITH HANDLES,

The mechanical horse shudders, the soft strange grey and matte leather covering the internals twitching again as his donut is prodded, whinnying quietly. He holds fast to his name, to remember who he is outside of this horse body.. As he feels his shaft played with though, and as tailhole is entered, that starts to feel distant. He was told to keep it in mind, so he does. But only just.

His shaft leaks again, the strange stuff he is made from somehow allowing him to have genitalia that are theoretically capable of working, despite no part of him being flesh. Really, everything he was made of was strange, and not even a carapacian could explain what he was... He wouldn't remember, nor would he know, that he was born of a mare and a stallion made of the same stuff as him, all the descendants of ancient machines that the carapacians used since time immemorial.

None of that matters to the stallion or his mate, the horse whinnying as his hole is once again stretched out.

Talos' words fade as it takes more effort to probe deeper into the machine's plumbing. The cowboy pulls the horse's tail trying to drive himself to the hilt. He could feel the pressure building and he wanted every bit of himself he spent to go to marking Etheius as his own, Arthur be damned. For a brief moment, Tavros remembers what he's trying to do.

Talos: tHIS WoORLD IS A NIGHTMARE, REMEMBER YoOUR oOTHER LIFE, aND GoO BACK ToO WHERE YoOU oONCE BELoONGED,

Etheius can't help but rock with the bull, every chord of muscle thrumming with pleasure. This was better than the horse before, so much better! Every incht thrust into him threatened to pull his focus away from his task, but it also etched further into him that he must do everything this bullman says. He held fast to that dream of being a human named Equius, keeping it in his head so he could do what he was told—

And then more words were spoken, and he knew that this world was a dream, not that one. That he was trying to wake up from a nightmare. Suddenly, Equius felt like he was on a fine border, close to falling down into a nightmare forever. Etheius suddenly clenched his artificial anus around the shaft shoving within as his seed splatters onto the floor, his obedience to the bull and his knowledge that he was trapped in a dream both etched themselves permanently into his soul.

The rippling clenching of the horse sends Talos over the edge. An exquisite tearing eviscerates the visiting specter of Tavros, and a deep, bellowing moo boils forth as he fills the mechanical mounting post with his potent seed.

Talos can feel his bones crack against one another as his whole body tenses. He leans hard into Etheius, adjusting his handle of the beast's haunches as he felt his hands cramping.

It is over as suddenly as it began, and Talos takes a staggering step backwards, wobbling on his hind hooves before slumping to his hands and knees in the sand.

As he's filled, the horseman named EtheiusEquius lets out a long whinny, his synthetic shaft shooting out a large volume of semen. His head dips low, swimming around as his vision finally starts to fade, his mounting point dripping the bull's fresh seed...

His eyes flutter open, in darkness. It takes him a moment before he realizes that he can notice the weight of his VR headset, tearing it off with a hiss as he covers his eyes. Even with his blackout curtains, his room was stll very bright after all of that.

He pushes himself up, rubbing at his too-short face with his incorrect hand. Everything felt wrong. He wasn't supposed to... He shook his head, feeling his manehair tickle as it moved freely before he pushed himself to his strange legs, stumbling a bit to gain balance on the two appendages. He felt unbalanced like this, but after a moment he found it tolerable.

When the moment has passsed, he realzies he should probably remove the device that made it so he hadn't messed his—Oh.

A few minutes later and after he took a long shower and once again washed his sheets, he wandered into the common room that connected to mens dorms. He hoped TalosTavros would be out here, but he is disappointed to find he isn't. He really isn't sure what to do with himself now... He looks back at his room and frowns. He knew the headset wouldn't let him back into his horse body, so he'd have to wait on that... The fact he would even consider it—desires it even—disquiets him some.

He falls onto the sofa, the poor thing making yet another loud crack. He leans his head back and sighs, staring at the cracked and peeling roof, trying to ignore the stale smell of real life, trying to ignore how every inch of his flesh feels wrong...

Drifting off a bit, he begins to wonder what his friend is up to in the game.

---

The clown bounces around for the pirates and his party, to their laughter. He takes a moment, pretending to tie his shoes, before losing his balance and falling off the side of the ship. After a moment, he falls from the sky and lands in front of them with a splat, looking dazed and drenched in water.

The pirates of Viskir's ship had taken everyone on the ship Arthur had chartered and stored them in the brig, the ones they hadn't already cut down. They were chained up and waiting for the ship's captain to come and sacrifice their souls to the Spider. She would be well pleased with their haul, but Arthur had to convince Gizem to not try to rescue the tortoise.

Speaking of the knight, he is currently sat on a cargo crate that came from some other boat, laughing at the jester's antics. When Gizem pulls out a pie and makes as if he's about to throw it, he sees Arthur pointing with a grin at the fae sat in the front row. With a grin, Gizem launches the pie directly at the sky elf's face.

Joyce turns in time to catch the pie directly in the face, tumbles backwards off the barrel fae was sitting on... and continues tumbling slowly in mid air. The sky fae wipes faer eyes and licks the cream off faer lips and hands. Joyce didn't know what people had against the helltouched. Every one of them fae met had been a unique delight, and this one was particularly jocular.

That dungeon delve had been an exceptional experience. Joyce found fae could not only maintain faer psychic hands, but could now also levitate. The range of this folding of faer telekinesis was too small to do much else with it, but it was much stronger than than the two phantom limbs. It did not, however, have the fine dexterity the phantom limbs had.

Joyce glances at Arthur. It had not taken long for the sky elf to identify the straight man in the group, and it always paid to nonverbally check in with the local authorities to see if it would be fun to push things further. Fae finds, instead, that fae had none other than the carapacian to blame for faer current, creamed state. The fit of giggles redoubles, and Joyce does another slow aerial somersault.

Joyce: does this mean you two are in league with my nemesis the pastry pythoness?

Arthur is smirking right now, his mandibles somehow reflecting that very humanizing expression, but, once the elf asks his question his face returns to its stony and grim default, his tone serious:

Arthur: A serious accusation to levvy against a knight of her majesty of Derse, fae. Step carefully or I may slide your foul tongue from your liar's mouth.

A beat later, and one of the pirates lets loose an extremely lewd suggestion of what could be done with faer tongue instead, and the solemn knights straightface breaks immediately and he find himself laughing once again.

Arthur: And I'm sure the Fae would prefer that too.

Gizem laughs along before glancing at the shore again, as he has been for a little bit.

Gizem: Yo ThOsE mOtHeRfUcKeRs BeEn TaKiNg A mInUtE
Gizem: tHiNk EvErYtHiNg'S cHiLl?
Joyce: oh jeez, weren't we supposed to go back and get them? i forget how these wolves goats and cabbages puzzles work.
Arthur: It may be best if we send a light party. It would be difficult to get both of them across otherwise.
Gizem: Yo Me AnD tHiS mOtHeRfUcKeR cAn Go!

He says, roughly patting Joyce on the back. A pirate quickly starts preparing a rowboat to bring them back to the bay, even before either ask.

Joyce: sweet! i don't even take up a seat in the boat. that's perfect.

Joyce spins upright, then drifts down beside the lowering dinghy. Fae looks up to address the clown.

Joyce: i don't know if you know this, clown bro, but before you two saved us, we were on the lookout for what tavros likes to call...
Joyce: *funny business*
Joyce: in fact, since i started on my adventures it's been wall to wall funny business.
Joyce: now, i don't want to be any kind of prejudice against all of clown kind, but if i had to guess what you would be in the business of, my guess would be that you were in the funny business.

Shortly after the Fae gracefully does a trick, Gizem comedically prat falls into the boat, nearly crushing the poor NPC boatman. After a moment of righting himself, he looks at the sky elf with a dopey smile.

Gizem: FuCk YeAh MoThErFuCkEr
Gizem: ThE fOlLoWeRs Of ThE mIrThFuL mEsSiAhS aRe ThE fUcKiNg FuNnIeSt BuSiNeSsMeN aRoUnD
Gizem: wE gOtTa GeT rEaDy FoR tHe FuCkInG aJoCuLyPsE

The consort shipmate looks vaguely disquieted by the clowns casual doomsaying. Joyce, however, is fascinated. Hardly a day into faer descent, and fae had met one of the blade elves and a helltouched proselytizing the mirthful messiahs. Fae float closer and poses perched on the bow of the dinghy.

Joyce: hahahaha awsome! i guess i should do some kind of research, you know? so i have something to report back to my friend. how do you think i should start?

Fae tap faer heels against the side of the little boat, swaying with the hidden effort of mimicking the rocking of the dinghy. Joyce's smile is as genuine and implacable as faer curiosity. Spicewine was an expensive topic of whispered conversation. Joyce had never tried any, but fae had overheard where the ingredients were sourced.

The clown leans back in the boat, arms crossed behind his head like he's leant against a solid wall where there is none. Likely, once he notices, he'll fall backwards into the open space, but until he does he is perfectly secure.

Gizem: WeLl My MoThErFuCkInG aPoLoGiEs BrOtHeR bUt I'm NoT a MoThErFuCkInG cLoWnPrIeSt Or A hIsToRoLoGiSt
Gizem: BuT yOu CaN rAp WiTh OnE wHeRe EvEr Us ClOwNfUcKs HaNg
Gizem: Or YoU cAn KiCk SoMe WiCkEd ElIxEr

He pulls a bottle of purple shimmering liquid from his inventory, the item appearing in his hand like a miracle

Joyce wasn't sure if fae was disappointed or intrigued. Just to be sure fae knew what fae were looking at, Joyce leans forward to look at how the sun shines through the 'wicked elixer.' This would have tipped the boat to put Gizem off balance, except fae hasn't actually been sitting on the boat.

Joyce: you know someone once tried to convince me that helltouched keep some kind of tiny magical horses in their bottles of spicewine.

The clown nods sagely before swirling the bottle around, sending the bubbles and the small shining flecks spinning through it like a crystal ball.

Gizem: fUcK yEaH mOtHeRfUcKeR
Gizem: eVeRy OnE oF tHeM tInY fLeCkS iS a MiNi StAlLiOn ReAdY tO dRaG yOuR aSs OfF tO tHe DrEaMlAnDs
Gizem: WhErE yOu'Ll LeArN aLl ThE aNsWeRs YoUr TwInK aSs WaNtS
Gizem: tAkE iT mOtHeRfUcKeR
Gizem: tAkE iT aNd DrInK iT lAtEr AnD yOu'Ll KnOw EvErYtHiNg YoU wAnT tO kNoW

Joyce takes the dismissal in stride, and palms the flask into faer inventory. There would be time later for such diversions. Now, they were on a mission. The telekinetic turns faer gaze to the approaching coast. What Joyce sees is Talos and Etheius sprawled out unconscious on the beach.

Joyce: oh jeez, looks like they got wiped while we were gone.
Oh ShIt

Gizem turns to look, noticing the lack of wall behind him and falling into the sea. A moment later he pops back above the boat, causing it to rock while the sailor complains.

It takes the dazed clown a moment to understand what he's seeing, but once he does he just laughs.

Gizem: nAh MoThErFuCkEr ThEy'Re FuCkInG fInE
Gizem: tHeY'rE jUsT oUt FoR tHe CoUnT

The boat grinds to the shore as Joyce wields both valences of faer power to push it to shore. This seems to cajole the iritated sailor. Joyce carwheels through the air to land beside Talos.

The beefy minitour's eyes roll placidly in his skull on Joyce's approach. He's laying flat on his barrel chest, his knees tucked up near his ribcage, and his arms folded across his chest.

Joyce: dude you are positively loafed! looks like you knocked out Arthur's hydrophobic horse. sweet moves!
Talos: oOH, uH,,, hEY JoOYCE, aRE WE LIKE, rEADY ToO MoOVE IT,
Joyce: yeah dude, cut em out, ridem in, rawhide and all that. you'll be happy to know there was zero funny business on the ship.

While the other two on the beach are distracted, Gizem turns to the irate sailor and gives him a grin, crouching in the bottom of the boat before undoing the sailors pants, starting to mouth at the herptile's slit. Shortly, a set of hemipenes lose themselves, and gamzee starts slurping on one while gently stroking the others. The lizard had done them a favor, after all, so Gizem felt a need to thank him.

Talos pushes himself up, struggling for a moment to blance on two hooves. His hands look thicker than they did before. Two heavy, cloven hooves and a pair of apposable dewclaws. Joyce can't recall how they looked before, and only barely notes that there has been a change.

Talos: hEH, fUNNY BUSINESS,,, rIGHT,

The rancher gazes dumbly at Etheius, tentatively raising one cloven hand off the ground. His head felt foggy. He did remember, however, that he needed to get his stud into the boat, so he limps over to the mechanical horse, then looks up in the direction of the boat. Joyce follows suit, and spots Gizem.

Joyce: jeez, i spoke too soon.

Gizem keeps going for a moment, nearly deepthroating the very distracted sailor's cock before realizing he has an audience. He disengages with a soft pop, looking over.

Gizem: hEy FaE mOtHeRfUcKeR
Gizem: wE bEeN rUnNiNg ThIs GuY fUcKiNg RaGgEd
Gizem: CoMe OvEr HeRe AnD tHaNk HiM wItH mE
Gizem: tHiS gAmEs A mOtHeRfUcKiNg MiRaClE mAn

Not explaining any of his words, he scoots as to give just enough room for his new friend to join in before continuing.

Joyce: oh man, does he have two dicks?

Joyce leaves Talos still struggling to reassert bipedal status and saunters over to where the clown is fellating a little storybook creature. The pirate had been quite surly on the trip over, and watching his gruff exterior dissolve in real time broadens the elf's smile. Sex was such an interesting tool. It seemed to gain leverage on anyone to which it was applied, and Joyce is becoming increasingly grateful to the terrestrials for being so willing to teach faer their ways.

Faer psionics reach the creature first, phantom hand gliding down exposed abdomen to grasp the spare member. They were symmetrical, and both sprouted from the same slit as if they were spilling out. A bouquet of binguses. Faer eyes flick to the creature's pointed face as he reacts to faer touch.

Joyce: i'm not putting my mouth on that though. is this enough thanks do you think?
Gizem: aH cOmE oN bRoThEr YoU cAn'T jUsT lEaVe HiM hAnGiNg
Gizem: CoMe On MoThErFuCkEr, It'S fUn As FuCk
Gizem: MaKe ThAt MoThErFuCkInG cOcK fEeL gOoD

He says that between more attentions, at one point looking over to the struggling bull. He grins slightly before continuing. He was glad to see another friend getting more into the game.

This seemed terribly unfair to Joyce. Fae really did want to participate, and fae certainly wanted to have fun, but even as fae slid faer phantom hand down the pre-slick hemipene, fae could tell fae did not want it in faer real hand, let alone in faer mouth. What's more, Joyce had now reached the premises and lowered faerself down to eye level with the thing, and the earthy, slightly sharp scent isn't making a persuasive case.

Joyce: isn't there something else i could do?
Gizem: uH fUcK mOtHeRfUcKeR i DoN't KnOw
Gizem: MaYbE yOu CaN sIt On It Or SoMe ShIt?

Gizem moves away a bit, offering the lap to the fae. The sailor seems like he was about on the edge, ready to burst, and so he's just a bit disappounted with the clown stopping. The clown after a moment flops off to the side, wiping off his lips even with the lack of cum

Gizem: i ThInK i GaVe HiM eNoUgH mOtHeRfUcKiNg GrAtItUdE
Gizem: iT's YoUr TuRn NoW tWiNkY fAe BrOtHeR

The idea is so delightful, Joyce claps with excitement. As fae peel the simple black leggings off, they note that they do nothing for the outfit, and fae have almost spent more time with them off as on. With a shrug, fae pass them off to faer phantom limbs which stretch them out and fire them like a slingshot into the sea.

Joyce shimmies in place, letting the tassels on faer sash dance against faer hips as fae gather the sailors hemipenes in both phantom limbs, stroking gently to spread the various fluids. Fae note that the clown's saliva has a distinct consistency, but before fae can reflect on the ramifications, fae are lowering faer ass onto the twin tapered tips.

They're slightly cold, but the rubbery jello jiggler quality that made them so repulsive to Joyce in terms of mouthfeel was deliciously soft against the elf's virgin hole. Joyce gasps gently.

Gizem: hElL yEaH mOtHeRfUcKeR

The clown watches the fae start, smiling to himself. The sailor, for his part, lets out a gruff groan and grasps the elf by the hips, trying to shove them down while grindign upwards into the extra tight orifice. Gladly the fluids were very well spread, acting as an easy lubricant for this process.

The rough treatment puts Joyce off balance, and fae slips in the sand. Faer heels kick out, and suddenly fae have taken both dicks to the hilt. Joyce's body tenses, and fae lift faerself on reflex, only to feel the sailor drag back on faer hips. Fae shudder, and ease back. The angle feels better with faer legs lifted, so fae grasp the back of faer knees and throttles faer psionic lift until faer weight cancels out, letting the sailor pound faer ass down on his pulsing members.

The herptile lets out another grunt at the shift of weight, but it isn't enough to stop him from digging his phalanges into the fae's hipflesh. He doesn't question how easily it is to piston the elf on his cocks, using both hands and thrust to build into a steady rhythm, though one that shows how desperate to finish he is. His broad sailors chest leans back as well, hips slamming upwards while hands drag Joyce downwards, causing resounding impacts between their flesh. A hand eventually reaches around, grasping against Joyce's mound before it just settles into massaging the bare path where it expected something to be.

Joyce: OH GOSH! hahahaha man, this has no business feeling this good.
Joyce: talos! talos you got funny business all wrong, man!

Joyce's rolling laughter is punctuated by the rapid bump of flesh against flesh. The sailor's girth presses against the soft but supple walls of the elf's interior, and that is more than enough stimulation in spite of the iguana's generous groping. Joyce's groin is only sensitive in that faer flesh is soft and eminently corruptible there. The iguana's claws leave crisscrossing raised red lines.

Talos lumbers over, stooped and using one hooved hand to keep himself from falling over. It doesn't seem to be a problem of strength, as he has Etheius's mechanical dead weight slung over one shoulder.

Talos: uH, yEAH, i THINK IT'S PRoOBABLY FAIR ToO SAY I'M oOVER THAT NoOW, iT'S AN INESCAPABLE FACT OF LIFE HERE IN CIVILIZED CoOMPANY, aND UH,,, i'M NOT ToOTALLY SURE WHY I WAS AGAINST IT ToO BEGIN WITH,,,

Talos lowers Etheius into the boat, then turns to look Gizem up and down. Joyce has started moaning, using the rhythm of the iguana's thrusting to punctuate each note and hum a melody of exaltation. Faer eyes are heavily lidded, and faer gaze has wandered to the middle distance.

Gizem leans back, pushing his clown shorts down and starting to stroke at himself in time with the bouncing of the fae. The iguana grasps harder, digging more, thrusting harder. It's clear that he's getting closer.

Gizem: hElL yEaH bRoThEr
Gizem: YoU gOtTa ChAsE tHaT mOtHeRfUcKiNg GoOd FeElInG
Gizem: iF iT wErE bAd FoR yOu It WoUlDnT fEeL SO MOTHERFUCKING GOOD wOuLd It?!

The iguana gives one more thrust, digging his claws into Joyce's plush hips, as the elf feels his warm seed fill faer ass. Joyce's song reaches its own climax before fading.

The sailor slups down, hemipedes popping free of Joyce, who remains rolling weightlessly in the air. A single such summersalt bring faer face to face with a fully erect Talos. Joyce blinks and performs a lyconic break dance spin to reorient correctly with the ground. Elf and faun make eye contact, then turn to watch Gizem stroking.

Joyce: hey, uh, i noticed you were having some trouble with your hands.
Talos: yEAH, uH, tHEY'VE BEEN FEELING,,, uH, sTIFF,
Joyce: it would totally be understandable if you kind of wanted a massage to help out, you know, where you're feeling stiff.

Joyce doesn't wait for a response before he closes one proportionately small hand around Talos' girth. Fae're still dripping into the sand.

Joyce: oh jeez, this is a big one. good thing i have hands to spare.
Joyce: sorry clown dude, this faun is a handfull and a half. feel free to use what you can get your hands on back there.

Joyce waggles faer ass in Gizem's face.

The clown turns his head at the invitation, eyes tracing down to the fae ass. He grins before pushing himself to his feet, lining up his cock, which is already dripping dark ichor to the elf's hole.

Gizem: sHiT mOtHeRfUcKeR yOu DoNt GoTtA tElL mE tWiCe

All at once he pushes himself in, not stopping until he bases himself completely in that plush rear. His cock isn't quite as wide as the two hemipenes, but its definitely longer and quite thick on its own rights. His clown self might be twinky, but he was hung. As soon as he feels that he can't push any further, he starts a languid, lazy thrusting pattern, pulling himself out almost all the way before thrusting back in. Every time leaving a trail of Idolent Ichor deep in faer insides.

Joyce is pushed into Talos' tremendous member, and fae have to drag faerself out of a cock induced stupor to avoid getting spit-roasted.

Talos himself is speechless, only shuffling slightly to square up to Gizem. Truth be told, his mind is blessedly blank, and has been at least since he had roused from his nap. Every moment since then, struggling against aching hips to stand upright, dragging his unconscious stallion to the boat, watching his party members fuck, each presented threats to this peace, but so far he had resisted the urge to hold an opinion, or panic, or formulate any sort of thought at all. When Joyce's hands press his shaft against faer chest, he sees this as no exception.

Talos' shaft his hot against Joyce's skin, but Gizem's burns like cinnamon candy. Fae have to hold on, running shaking hands along Talos' length, because faer vision begins to swim. The intensity was overwhelming, but fae didn't dare stop. It felt like just around the corner there was something new and profound.

Gizem's pace neither picks up nor sharpens, continuing a very slow but very persistent pattern of thrusts. The corruption pouring from his shaft into Joyce's rear is absorbed readily, spreading a feeling throughout faer backside, amplifying the feeling and leaving an echo of every thrust to resonate through, spreading the darkness in the sky elf.

Talos came first, hardly savoring the experience, and Joyce clung to him as he bucked, pouring himself out on the beach.

Gizem was happy to give the little guy what fae wanted. After all, this was all in good fun. Even with that though, something from within called to him to spill inside the elf, to cause a permanent stain upon that soul currently unsullied by hell. The desire to spread the corruption was not one he held conciosuly, but it was consequential. There was a subconcious desire, a subconsious need, and a subconcious lust for the concept that all merged, forming a ball of hot arousal in between his hips... And all at once, with a low growl, the dams burst and an absolute flood of purple-black ichor fills the sky elf, dark tendrils reaching into the core of faer soul, leaving their anchors deep within...

Not to mention the immediate effects of a direct injection of corruption, the dark ichor immediately filling the Sky Elf's mind, immediately reshaping perception, immediately twisting faer reality...

Unwitting of what he had caused, Gizem lets out a laugh before pulling out, but no black ichor flood pours out with the removal of the cork holding it back. Instead, it all stays. He doesn't notice, nor does he care.

Gizem: mOtHeRfUcK tHaTs A gOoD aSs AsS
Gizem: tAlOs YoU gOtTa TrY iT oUt SoMeTiMe BrOtHeR
Gizem: i BeT tHe LiTtLe GuY wOuLd FuCkInG LOVE iF yOu ToRe FaEr In HaLf

Talos grunts and turns, sliding limply free from the elf and taking a staggering step backward. He turns and settles down into the boat beside Ethieus to return to napping.

Joyce remains suspended in mid air, hands sliding down faer chest and across faer spread thighs. Elbows and knees interlock. Faer eyes stare, unblinking, like dual pools of black ink reflecting a boiling sky. Fae lay across the precipice of epiphany, suckling at one prolonged and intense moment of joy.

Inside, the ichor takes root. It takes more than a taste for an elf to become helltouched, but every step is its own point of no return. Joyce had not exactly been grounded, but this cut faer frayed mooring to reality and set faer adrift. Joyce sees the infinite spiral underpinning the firmament, and it is a beautiful kaleidoscope of experiences. Make sense of it all? Pin the butterfly to a flat, white board? Never.

The others were waiting on the ship. Joyce lifts the iguana with a formless field of telekinetic force and lays him out in the dinghy.

Joyce: you're so right gizem. we're leaving everyone out. so many others. so sweet.

Chapter 15: This Could Have Been An Email

Summary:

Meenah talks to her programming lead, Mituna, about orders from on high

Tags: Loss of Self, Reality Alteration, Identity Death, Inanimate Transformation, extreme size play

Notes:

(Mouse over or tap text to read a quirkless version of dialog if you need, works on both mobile and desktop)

Deep under the ocean rests the capitol city of Alternia, the Merfolk Kingdom. Within this city, an ostentatious and gaudy castle made of dark stone and covered in tyrian purple filigree rests. This palace has many a room, including a public throne room, but currently the Empress of Alternia, Her Imperious Condescension, Meenah Peixes, sits in her personal office.

On a ornate golden chair with tyrian purple velvet seats she rests her bare ass, the woman wearing absolutely nothing but her own ink-black skin. The Empress had the qualities of all the merfolk, so she was amphibious and thus, currently sat in an air-filled room, tapping away at a bright pink and sparkly cellphone that she used as a mod device.

)(IC: captor get your sorry puppet ass in here before i drag you here myself
)(IC: ...
)(IC: gills gotta do everyfin herself around here...

She wraps a hand around an invisible thread and YANKS, the thread suddenly glowing a bright tyrian purple, echoing down to wherever the geek was right now. If he wasn't in game, he might even feel it anyway...

Unbeknownst to her, Mituna had developed a rather unhealthy system so that there was no concern that Her Imperious Condescension would go unanswered. A curtain fountain installed on a nearby wall parts momentarily to let in two small, green felt gnomes in white and red diving bells, pumping away at a handcar. The track hugs the wall and spirals down to a place beside the throne. One of the gnomes lifts the white diving bell off his head.

Tuner: U C4LL3D B055? (You called boss?)
)(IC: ugh you made more of those freaky shits?
)(IC: whatever
)(IC: got some questions for ya
)(IC: i eel like youre being a bit frigateful recently puppet
)(IC: hows the prawn removal shit going?

She waves a hand and her desk lowers, putting her on full display. She keeps the phone out, still tapping away on it. Mostly, she was just using bubblr or sending folks memes. She looks at him expectantly as she shifts her legs, each calf taller than him.

She made her character 12 feet tall, with a voluptuous but not ridiculous body type and breasts as big as her own head. Her groin had a glowing pink line, and similar bioluminescense seemed to cause the shape of a strange H, suggesting a silhouette-defining wet suit instead of nudity. Her arms are covered from wrist to shoulder in excessive ostentatious jewelry, and she is wearing an ornate golden tiara. Really, it was an impressive look, but it was just an OC from a webcomic she read once.

Tuner: U 4238K1N K1DD1N M3 H323? (Are you freaking kidding me here?)
Capper: U 607 4 D209 D38D D873 04 W3D 70 G37 4N71 CH387 W123D 1N (You've got a drop dead date of Wednesday to get anti-cheat wired in)
Tuner: 7H4T I5 83HIND 563DUL3 (That is behind schedule.)
Capper: U 607 U5325 2390271N6 B241N D8M863 (You've got users reporting brain damage.)
Capper: U 607 9L8Y325 63771N6 4L8663D 45 F238K1N6 N9CS 4ND 53N7 T0 FR3K1NG 642B863 C0LL3C71ON (You've got players getting flagged as freaking NPCs and sent to freaking garbage collection.)
Capper: 4N U W4N7 M3 70 KN33C49 7H3 7H233 M057 U71L1Z3D 4UNC710N5 1N 7H3 G4M3 (And you want me to kneecap the three most utilized functions in the game.)
Tuner: N0W 24TU24 D1D 54Y 1T W0U2D M34N T4K3NG D0WN H42F 0F TH3 5T06K5 4ND W3D 83 1N F0R 4 F4L53 4DV3RT1Z1NG 5TR1K3 4N7W47 (Now, Latula did say it would mean taking down half of the stocks and we'd be in for a false advertizing strike anyway.)
)(IC: the fuck you say brain damage???
)(IC: bitch you shoalda told me SC) (OONER!!!
)(IC: uggh fin
)(IC: yknow what
)(IC: ill get legal to throw a clause in til you fix that
)(IC: because we shore aint gonna get a pass to shut the game down

She rests her elbow on her throne's arm, placing her face into her hand, exhausted.

)(IC: i swear to fuck you make me so exhausted buoy

Not realizing the irony in that, she continues, shifting legs once more, placing one folded over the other and leaning her chin on her fist when she asks the next question.

)(IC: you think you can get the anti cheat up in time
)(IC: you betta if you cant get anyfin else up
)(IC: get that done before launch day or youre gonna walk the plank
)(IC: no moor excuses either
)(IC: get it done or get the fuck out
)(IC: sink or swim

The white helmeted gnome salutes immediately, shouting:

Tuner: 21K3 M7 54N1T7 D3P3ND5 0N 1T (Like my sanity depends on it.)
Capper: 709 9210217Y B055 (Top priority, boss.)
Capper: W3 607 4 91N 1N 7H3 8R81N D8M8G3 C853 TH0UGH N0 W022135 0N 7H87 0N3 63771N 0U7 70 7H3 92355 (We've got a pin in the brain damage case though, no worries on that one getting out to the press.)
Tuner: 24TU24 G0T TH3 0TH3R ON3 (Latula got the other one.)
Capper: N07 7H47 7H475 4LL W323 W02K1N 0N (Not that that's all we're working on.)
Capper: 4NY0N3 WH053 W02K 15 D0N3 15 4N5W321N 71CK375 (Anyone whose work is done is answering tickets.)
Tuner: 5H1P 15 53T T0 24UN6H 0N 56H3DU23 (Ship is set to launch on schedule.)
Capper: 7H475 7H3 WH0L3 23450N W3 541D 4NY7H1N (That's the whole reason we said anything.)
Capper: W0ULDN7 DR34M 0F C0UN732M4ND1N U (Wouldn't dream of countermanding you.)

She stares at the two for a long moment before shaking her head and sighing, waving the now freed leaning hand dismissively.

)(IC: cod youre even harder to understand now
)(IC: whatever it dont matter as long as shit gets done
)(IC: you betta be breakin your back over this
)(IC: next q
)(IC: do you got any fuckin idea if the art teams actually workin on anythin
)(IC: or have you been doin your job too good to give a shit
)(IC: yknow
)(IC: like the good lil puppet you are

She says that last bit with a sharp toothed grin, before spreading her legs , her other hand reaching between and spreading her labia and showing the bright fuchsia internal flesh. Her smile widens, showing off an entire mouthful of insanely sharp daggers of teeth.

)(IC: now get your ass over here
)(IC: got a new task for you~
Tuner: 200k 8055 (Look, boss.)
Tuner: 1 W0U2D N3V3R 5U8J36T M753LF T0 HR 3V3N 1F 1 80UGHT TH3 L1E TH4T TH37R3 TH3R3 T0 PR0T36T TH3 3MPL0733 (I would never subject myself to HR even if I bought the lie that they're there to protect the employee,)
Tuner: 4ND M4783 TH15 1S 60M1NG FR0M 4N 3X6355 0F 64UT10N (and maybe this is coming from an excess of caution,)
Tuner: 8UT 422 TH3 M1N0R 8UG R3P0RT5 1 D0NT H4V3 T1M3 T0 F1X UNT1L TH3 M00N 15 RUNN1NG W3R3 PUT 1N 87 P30P23 WH0 W3R3 H4V1NG S3X 4T TH3 T1M3 (but all the minor bug reports I don't have time to fix until the moon is running were put in by people who were having sex at the time.)

The white helmeted gnome is interrupted by the rev of a jackhammer. The red helmeted gnome looks up sheepishly. The motor stalls, and the dildo on the end of the machine wobbles to a stop.

Capper: WH47!? (What!?)
Capper: 53X 1N 8N 3L8B02473 4URRY V2 P02N 6AM3? (Sex in an elaborate furry VR porn game?)
Capper: W323 7H3Y B23A7H1N6 700? (Where they breathing too?)

She sighs before standing at full 12 foot, placing a hand on a hip and shaking her head with a frown. She finally puts her phone away, tucking it into her inventory.

)(IC: no sea i wasnt askin you
)(IC: i was *T-ELLIN* you.

She starts walking over to the smaller gnomes, looming over them as she approaches with that frown etched on her face still, glaring as if daring them to run. It feels much like a predator stalking their prey.

)(IC: you think i'd ask you for the halibut?
)(IC: nah
)(IC: if you think i'd use you for casual mutual fun well fuck you're dumber than you look tunafish
)(IC: id go to damara or porrim if i wanted, them gils always down to play

She's standing over them now, staring down at them before crouching, still far taller than them.

)(IC: no buoy
)(IC: this aint gonna be fun for *you*

She grabs the downer white helmeted one and lifts him by his shirt, standing to full and smiling at him with a wide smile of sharp shark-like teeth.

)(IC: cause youre just a small fry
)(IC: and im the biggest fish around.

The most Tuner can do with his queen's clawed fingers laced through his yellow leather harness would be to kick at her elbow, and he knew better than to do that. Instead, for fear of what he knows is the alternative, he wraps his hands around the second joint of her index finger, and tries to gently coax it up with kisses. Everyone liked to have extremities sucked on right? What's more, inanimate objects tend to find that specific task challenging.

She lets out a small huff of laughter, letting her finger uncurl and allowing him to work.

)(IC: good buoy
)(IC: betcha like it huh
)(IC: yknow you really know how to make a gill feel special

He feels himself drawn more towards that finger, a pull to continue placing his lips around the extra-large phalange. She smiles and watches as this piece of her programming lead starts to unwittingly shift. The more he works her finger, the more he'll find himself shifting, body and code he's made out of hardening, starting to twist and stretch... he knows what's happening, and despite the pull of the strings he would know it would be best for him to stop.

)(IC: you wont stop if you know whats good for ya
)(IC: else ill order a whole school of ya down here
)(IC: make em into chum

Tuner knows. Peering up the digit he was deep-throating, he can see all the golden jewelry she kept on display. Each piercing, each chain, each ring as it happens, was another world builder assuming he had not severely misjudged and she could only do this by virtue of her puppeteer's control over him and the other gnomes. It seemed a preponderous plurality of pieces glittering against her scales.

Objectification wasn't like other ends. Tuner wasn't going to be released to get revived or reincarnated. each and every piece of jewelry on her Her Imperious Condescension was still a thinking entity. She could wield them now, more directly than pulling the strings. She had a lot of power due to admin privileges and the abilities of her stock and unique occupation, but the world builder jewelry are like macros to alter the way the world works around her.

The first thing Tuna notices is that he has no trouble driving his boss' finger past the back of his throat. Her long nail bores deeper into his gut.

Capper: N3 7H1N 1 5H0ULD D0? (Anything I should do?)
Capper: W17H0U7 CH4N61N 7H3 4224N63M3N7 CHUMW153? (Without changing the arrangement, chum-wise??)

The empress smirks, pushing her finger deeper and hollowing the poor gnome out. She couldn't realize that even if every item was a thinking entity, they were still lessened by their new form in some way as she rewrote their data to her whim.

The white cap of the gnome along with the top of its head shifts, the white hardhat shifting in material and becoming clear, moving towards being a giant beautiful diamond with former skull being fated to become gold setting for the ostentatious stone.

She raises a hand, turning it to keep her new ring on her finger before turning to the other. She smiles at him before replying.

)(IC: you an i finna go to my fuckin room obvi
)(IC: cmon dumbbass follow me
)(IC: fore you end up like your shipmate

The red hat returns his tool to jackhammer space and turns to a little cluster of levers on the side of his handcar. He wrenches one back, shifts another to a different gear, returns the first, then spins a hand wheel. A mechanism unfolds from where the white helmeted gnome was standing. Once the machine is done building itself, it starts constructing new tracks out of extruded sugar beams.

Meanwhile, the white diamond gnome has spit roasted himself on his empress. The arms that were pulling her finger down his gullet feel clumsy and stiff. As his body shrinks and distorts around her finger, his green fuzz sheds and leaves behind a lime-tinted sheen as his skin begins to turn brass on its way to gold. He's lost track of his coerced motivations, using his regressing limbs to inch his way past another knuckle just to feel closer to her.

She walks over to the ornate doors, waving her hand at the door. As it opens she steps through into the chamber, complete with giant glass windows that give you a complete view of the ocean outside, along with the underwater city and the denizens within. She sits down on her soft bed and spreads her legs again, moving her freshly ringed hand to part her lower lips.

The poor ring increasingly feels a need to fulfill its new purpose, even as brass shifts into shining silver as it gains more value. Of course, it wouldn't be finished until it were gold. She wouldn't let it stay something as boring as silver. The body of the former gnome continues to shape, but as its owner's fingers spread her labia, the ring is nearly complete already.

The tiny train pulls in beside the bed. Two more gnomes are already there, wearing a blue and yellow hardhats. They're unloading tiny construction equipment from a second train, and they pause long enough to strap things down when their boss slips into bed.

Concepts of time and self are beginning to slip for the electrum ring. Motion has become impossible, but the spreading warmth smooths out its abstracting anxieties.

The gnome in the red hardhat stops to pull on a pair of elbow length rubber gloves before helping the gnome in a blue hat start a diesel powered Hitachi wand with a rip cord. They brace the device on the blue gnome's back as the read hat angles it toward the CEO's awaiting clit.

)(IC: cod damn youre goofy
)(IC: at least you aint full clownfish yet
)(IC: cmon, youre on the clock here

She traces around her most sensitive places, another hand going up to catch onto a pierced nipple. Why her flavor of merfolk had nipples had no lore, but she had designed this form entirely on her own. The merfolk before this game were mostly mysterious politically, only known to have an empress under the waves. She decided that she wanted to expand on that in this game, making Aranea write lore specifically to fit her needs.

The gnomes, however, are sourced from a peculiar entry in the deep lore. They are only featured in a short story in which a young evoker defends her home from various monsters using only a frying pan and the help of a clan of six inch tall green men.

Capper: 1 855U23 Y0U M8'8M 1 78K3 MY J0B V32Y 53210U5LY. (I assure you ma'am, I take my job very seriously.)

The yellow hat gnome shrugs into a wet suit and tugs the zipper closed. Unlike the flanged construction hardhats of the others, this gnome's helmet has a built in respirator, face shield, and a headlamp which he flicks on as he approaches, ducking under the wand. He runs a hand up the empress' inky black thigh, trailing his fingers lightly against her skin until his hand comes to rest on her puffy entryway.

She rolls her eyes at the preparations before moving her hand away, giving the gnomes room to work.

)(IC: yeah yeah yeah
)(IC: im shore you do

She leans back and sighs, hand still resting on her thigh. She awaits their actions, watching them set to work with the same energy that they might build some new level. Really, the work they did could be impressive... But she also found the fact they were entirely lore friendly to be proof that this game's lore didn't matter.

The spelunking yellow cap summons a tray and hafted paint roller, charging the padded roller with the thick lubricant in the tray.

Capper: 823 W3 1NT323573D 1N 7H3 C0N71N3N78L 98CK863 02 15 7H15 8 D123C7 4L167 70 0U2 D3571N4710N? (Are we interested in the continental package or is this a direct flight to our destination?)

The yellow cap runs the paint roller up the empress' inner thigh, and the tiny needles embedded in the padded roller prick against her soft, inky skin.

)(IC: the fuck you talkin about buoy
)(IC: fuck i swear to cod i dont know why i play with you
)(IC: do—fuck

The feeling of that roller and the tiny needles drags a shiver out of her, interrupting her completely. She leans back and hisses through her sharp teeth, eyes shut tight.

)(IC: just make me cum my plugs gonna be ashore in like a hour
)(IC: and you gotta make sure the balls all tunad up before we got everyone pouring in

She reaches up to her chest, rolling fingers around on her nipple. She looks down at the ring, checking to see how close it is to finishing.

What she finds is a golden claddagh, a diamond heart upheld by golden hands. The barest nubs of legs rake against her tit. As the empress splays her fingers, squeezing her nipple between her knuckles, the ring and her nipple piercing interact through harmonizing vibrations.

Down below, the team works at their empress' clit with the wand while the spelunker dismisses his roller and approaches the mound. His rubber sheathed arms slide smoothly against the taut skin of her gooch, pressing, probing, and spreading dewy folds until he has a clear view of her clenching passage.

In truth, the gnome in the red helmet had only asked in order to establish that they were in a hurry. That way they couldn't be blamed for rushing things. The yellow capped spelunker leans forward and kicks his legs back. The blue helmeted gnome catches him in a wheel barrel position, and then all three gnomes begin carefully practiced human cantilevered body weight gymnastics to plunge the yellow capped spelunker into their empresses' waiting cunt.

She rolls her head back and lets out another hiss, which grows into a gasping breath, as her servant enters her body. With a shudder, she rolls her hips forwards, dragging him further in and threatening to take more than the spelunker with her.

As the one inside her works, she can feel a tingling sensation take over her as her focus shifts towards the feelings he's causing her. Unwittingly, and without a thought in her mind, her growing power over the fabric of their existence reaches into his, shifting some of the threads of reality that make up everything this one gnome was to better fit the role he was currently playing.

His arms and legs stop shifting around in his rubber suit as the material fuses to his body. He can no longer feel the respirator against his teeth. Hands close around newly formed hip mounted handles, and a shiver runs up the spelunker's dissolving spine. His heart races, but so far nothing has been taken away. If anything, now this job would be more pleasurable, as his new rubber skin feels his empress' walls quiver against him.

She grunts, biting her lip slightly. Somewhere inside her, she recalls the vibrator she has in the other reality. In reaction, this reality shifts to her imagination, causing the gnome-dildo inside of her to change once more.

As he begins to vibrate inside of her, her eyes roll back and so does her head, dragging the first real, actual moan from her lips as her remaining full-bodied gnomes continue to work her new toy and their new invention for her.

The mixture of vibrations all around her body spike her pleasure centers, causing her insides to clench and shudder, indicating how close she already is. She can feel a dense pleasure filling her lower abdomen, tension tightening, but not quite yet releasing.

The harmony of her living accoutrements with her own control over the firmament means that this change ripples out through causality. The gnomes arrived with their mechanical brother. It was always smooth and ribbed. It had always been possessed of a single-minded arousal. The gnomes may have anthropomorphized it in the past, referring to it as a brother but it was free of those shackles. If it could be said to think, it was only of getting others off. If it could be said to have a wish, it was that its brothers were equipped to take advantage of the hole the blue helmeted gnome is presently thrusting against.

Neither of the remaining gnomes are aware of anything to object to. The empress had clearly stated that no one else would be objectified, and no additional gnomes had been lost to the intranet of things around her. The fact was, her recently acquired ring had retained his identity, merely becoming a form of inspirited magic item, but in retaining its autonomy, the bipedal vibrator had traded its identity and its will away.

Being unaware of the change she had caused, her own memories are modified outside of her awareness. Every sign that that vibrator may have ever been everything else all at once was removed from everything connected to the server, with no one at any point being aware of this change even before that awareness would be removed.

After all, the only thing that could be aware of such a shift would be the vibrator itself, and that would be a foolish thing to think could happen. After all, a vibrator shouldn't have any awareness whatsoever, and even if it did, would the awareness of a toy like that even matter to the grander universe around it?

With a gasp and a buck of her hips, the dam in her pleasure finally bursts, causing her entire body to tense and curl in on itself, knocking every bit of breath out of her lungs while her face froze in ecstasy. That orgasm would continue and roll through her for a good moment before she relaxes all at once, body still shivering and trembling until the fancy new toy was removed by her servants, the over stimulation keeping the tide from ending even after.

)(IC: cod damn thats a good toy
)(IC: shit i need to take a breather
)(IC: i'm definitely gonna get you a vacay and a raise holy shit

Even where others may falter, Meenah was very unlikely to fully forget herself. As the current leading executive of the company, she had a special protection in place that kept her awareness of the reality outside of this virtual one constant and stable. This was a protection put in place by the former CEO, a way to ensure someone could always know of the physical systems and servers the games must be placed on in the material.

The red helmeted gnome pulls out a microfiber towel and throws it over his rubber brother, displaying the same affection he might show polishing a wrench when he carefully wipes away the lube and fluids from the yellow vibrator.

Capper: D0N'7 Y0U 57827 601N 0U78 Y0U2 W4Y 402 M3, M4'4M. W0ULDN'7 D238M 04 8B4ND0N1N6 7H3 532V32 L1K3 7H87. 8 28153 W0ULDN'7 B3 7H3 W0257 7H1N6 7BH. (Don't you start going out of your way for me, ma'am. I wouldn't dream of abandoning the server like that. A raise wouldn't be the worst thing to be honest.)
)(IC: buoy youve been working yourself to death
)(IC: i can get cronus to actually pull his weight around here for a week or two
)(IC: fuck what time is it even

She pulls out her mod phone device, this one in the body of a clam shell that she has to open to use. She checks the time before groaning.

)(IC: shit i gotta go
)(IC: finna buy some reefer
)(IC: you get your crew and cronus and make shore the balls ship shape
)(IC: ill log back in later
)(IC: any questions or are we fin for now?

Blue and red helmeted gnomes salute, and the vibrator follows stiffly behind.

Migusta: N0, N0 73NG0 PR3GUN745, 53Ñ0R4. (No, I don't have questions.)
)(IC: ... what? whatever. youre dismissed, buoys.

She waves them off, before logging out, leaving her gnomes behind in her playroom.

Chapter 16: Catfish Dinner Date

Summary:

Feferi meets a new friend (Dave/Dany) at the Backer's Ball.

Tags: Intoxication, Dubcon

Feferi's eyes flutter open, but she makes no move to leave her bed. Instead, she curls more into the soft, plush blankets and body pillow, thankful she is in her real bed. Sure, it isn't home, but the queen sized mattress is close enough.

Finally, she pushes herself up and smiles, looking at the two cats sleeping on her legs. She was thankful for her Aunt's generosity, housing her bed and two rescues while she went to school in the nearby city. Really she could have left them at home, but she'd miss them too much. After all, they couldn't be in her dorm!

The two cats jumped up once she started moving, padding down the well lit and wide hallway down to the kitchen where she would feed them. The house was relatively nice on the upper floors. Well lit, spacious, clean. She was glad to spend her weekends here.

But there was just one thing that made it less than ideal.

The basement door bangs open, followed by the stench of weed as two of her cousin's friends drifted out of the basement. Feferi grimaces at the two, one a tall guy with curly hair, wearing a ICP band tee that reminded her of her classmate Gamzee, and the other, a short and kind of cute chubby girl who was wearing an equally cute sailor moon shirt and a very short pleated skirt over green thigh highs. They reek of the stuff, honestly. A moment later, her cousin followed, tall (still only 5'6", despite how she acts and despite her claims that she is 5'8") and lanky as opposed to Feferi's short and chubby figure. Really, they make a decent match for the friends who just left, but unlike those two, Feferi and her cousin do not have a pleasant relationship.

Meenah gives her cousin a big grin, and Feferi can't help but imagine punching those piercing-chipped pearly whites in.

Meenah: sup shrimp?
Feferi: )(ello Meena)(.
Meenah: ah come on don't give me that
Meenah: you don't gotta be a beach

Fef sighs and shakes her head with no reply. Meenah walks past her, opening the fridge to grab milk for cereal. Fef continues feeding her cats.

Meenah: dam those little fuckers love you
Meenah: yknow i dont get why they don't like me still
Meenah: i even gave them fresh tuna while you were out schoolfeedin
Feferi: Maybe t)(ey just don't like your sterling personality.

She could feel her cousin wheel around towards her, so she turns to look back, bored at the angry glare.

Meenah: nofin wrong with my personality
Meenah: i'm a goddamn catch
Meenah: you just raised those strays to be little brats is all
Feferi: T)(ey're not strays! t)(ey're rescues.
Meenah: shore
Meenah: and all the rest of the zoo you got back home too right?
Meenah: even the huntin trophies?
Meenah: how bout you rescue me from drownin in your shit
Meenah: animal lover my fat bass
Feferi: You're flatter than a gangplank!
Feferi: and so what if i like hunting? 3>8(
Meenah: just sayin you're more anemone to animals than youre a friend
Feferi: Bullship!
Meenah: no the reel bullship is my mom makin me deal with your uptight ass!
Meenah: water you gonna do nark on me again?
Meenah: well guess what beach i got a job and you don't
Meenah: I can do whatever I want with my m$ney and you cant fuckin say ship!
Feferi: O)( yea)(, because a nepobaby made captain of a sinking s)(ip game dev studio making a fetis)( VR game is wort)( bragging aboat!
Feferi: You didn't even )(elm it til a few mont)(s ago! You came aboard like a stowaway rat w)(ile your mom's stupid company scuttled it for all its wort)(!
Meenah: jegus fuck who even fuckin cares if some indie game company gets bought out
Meenah: I swear to fuck you need to get over that ship and face facts
Feferi: You're ruining Fantasy Spawn!!
Meenah: we ain't ruinin it, we're makin it profitable!
Meenah: i mean fuck shrimp how goddamn naive can you be
Meenah: there was no fuckin way that game woulda survived as long as it did without us comin in to save it
Feferi: Shut the fuck UP!

Fef stomps away in a huff. Meenah's still yelling bullshit after her, but she isnt about to give a fuck about what that bigmouth is on about. Instead, she marches back upstairs and throws herself into bed, screaming at full volume into her pillow.

It takes her a few minutes and her cats coming back from breakfast to check on her before she gets up and shambles over to her computer. She has one new message from her old schoolmate Jade, they met because both played one of the older Fantasy Spawn games, bonding over the shared interest.

GG: hey culler guess where i am pestering from!!! :)
GG: i will give you a totally obvious hint
GG: its a game we were sure was gonna tank a few months ago :0
CC: 38O
CC: Nice! W)(o's your c)(aracter?
CC: I've been playing for a week now!
CC: I'm w)(o I always play 38D
CC: Because s)(e's the B--EST!
GG: oh my fucking god culler how could you keep this from me? :)
CC: Sorry! I've just been treading water with classes.
CC: and t)(en all my s)(ore leave is in game and I don't even c)(eck trolian w)(en i'm swimming around.
GG: i named my character jabberwock x)
GG: except for the stupid time limit i can do everything from in game!!
GG: the contributor housing is crazy!!!
GG: i timed out just messing around in here
CC: O)( yea)(! You s)(oald come over to my place sometime!
CC: You'll need to be able to breat)(e water but it's great!
GG: do you have the inside scoop on what the big beta backer ball is even about?
GG: i was going to go just to see but then i got a message from a friend
GG: i dont know if i want to bring her as my plus one or just stay in for the night ;)
CC: T)(e ball is just some social gat)(ering, mostly for t)(e kickstarters.
CC: Just sort of a t)(ing to say t)(anks for believing before t)(ey open t)(e floodgates in a week.
CC: It reelly feels like t)(ey've been going full steam a)(ead since BCC boug)(t out Cuttlebone.
CC: But i still feel like t)(e games )(eaded to davy jones locker )(onestly. 38(
CC: Anyway, I wis)( you could go!
CC: I don't t)(ink I'll know anyone there.
CC: O)( I gotta get into t)(e game actually!
CC: We should meet up in game soon! What land?
GG: santa guasana, in the land of rays and frogs :)
CC: 38O
CC: T) (ATS SO CLOS--E TO M--E 38D
CC: Oh we ) (AV-----E TO visit each other now!
CC: Anyway, i )(ave to go get s)(ips)(ape to sail!
CC: )(ave fun with your date 38)
CC: I can't really wink with my emote but imagine I'm winking.
CC: BY----E!!!

---

Danyali turns away from the strangely familiar little black drake with an upbeat goodbye, taking a breath before continuing on, pushing past a few drunken partygoers. She was, quite honestly, a little too close to flipping right the fuck out right now. Kudoten and Rakora were off somewhere and left her out here on her own, and fuck, she was not ready to be so popular! Pretty much everyone and their dog was coming up to her to ask for a dance. She said no to everyone so far, her dance card still empty. Honestly, she was just afraid for people to see her dance in these silks... They would definitely get a good look at her character's most private areas then!

She needed a breather. Dear fucking Jesus, she needed a breather. There were too many people here, honestly, and she did not feel safe. She didn't hate the attention, really. It was nice actually! Just way too much all at once. It put her on edge.

Feferi was quite often an extroverted sort of girl; However, being a deep sea merfolk did mean that a large number of people saw her as frightening. Because of this, so far most of her conversation partners have left her behind, leaving her with just excuses and apologies. Really, she was starting to get frustrated...

But her mind shifts from that, and consequently the possibility of leaving early, when she spots a beautiful white winged sphinx wearing a beautiful red dress made of layered silks that hid what it needed to but showed everything else. Fulgora immediately starts to move over, enraptured. She also noticed, fairly quickly, the telltale signs of an anxious cat. Her tail is tucked partially down, flicking a little, her ears were turned back flat against her hair, and she could see her fur was bristling just slightly—She was absolutely holding it down, keeping a relatively stoic expression on her face as she navigated the crowd.

Fulgora comes up behind the white winged sphinx and taps her on the shoulder.

Fulgora: ---Excuse me miss?

Dany whips around like a loosed spring, hand reaching for the hidden blade-drawing space—but when she found the friendly face of this mysterious fish, she gave a forced smile before pulling her hand away.

Danyali: hey
Danyali: whats up
Fulgora: O)( smooth sailing!
Fulgora: I just couldn't )(elp but spot you need a break.
Fulgora: Do you not )(ave a ticket to dock in the private rooms?
Danyali: uh wait is that a euphemism
Danyali: or do you mean—is that a pun?
Danyali: yeah no i don't have a ticket and i definitely need a break
Danyali: why?
Fulgora: I wanted to offer )(elp getting you to an even keel.
Fulgora: We can go talk in a private room!
Danyali: damn honestly that would be great right now
Danyali: like for real i feel like i'm about to jump out of my fur
Danyali: and then some sicko would come and make my pelt into a fursuit—
Danyali: wait just to make sure
Danyali: you dont have any like
Danyali: weird motives for doing this, right?

The fish develops a glowing blush before replying quickly:

Fulgora: No!!!
Fulgora: I mean unless you want to...
Fulgora: -but i wont do anything if you don't consent.
Danyali:
Danyali: alright good enough for me

---

The room they find themselves in is ornate, but small. Small enough that there is enough room for one sofa, one bed, and a table with a few bottles made of varying kinds of glass. The bed is soft, and the couch beautifully made. There is a faint smell on the air, one that fills Dany's sensitive nose and brings her a strange feeling of calm.

She is sat on the sofa, the eel-bodied fishgirl laying across the bed, her coiling form behind her as she rests her head on both open palms, smiling and framed by the colorful silk. Somehow, Dany could tell that silk was borne from LoCaS, and likely made by the same silkworms whose work made up her current outfit. She had immediately taken a bottle from the table, one of three, and poured herself a cup of dark bubbly fluid, a little thicker than she'd expect any alchohol to be.

It was sharply flavored, and it left her tongue and throat numb, and filled her rapidly with a gentle, thrumming warmth. The same part of her that recognized the silk told her the drink is Dark Ardent Spicewine, an export from the helltouched lands. No one really knew what it was made of, the substance made specifically within a closed tent city. All she knew was that it chased away her anxiety, and now she felt this bubbling joy in her belly.

She sips more and turns to look at her new friend, stoic face starting to melt towards a giddy, heavy-lidded smile without her realizing it.

Danyali: so like
Danyali: you're like
Danyali: a super weird fish?

Fulgora couldn't help but giggle, and this caused Danyali to giggle too. She drank a full gulp of the spicewine after that, eyes fluttering as that numbnes shifted to a sensitivity that she wasn't used to. The warmth pooled inside her, and she could feel herself stirring ever so slightly in arousal.

Fulgora: Yea)(, i am. 38)
Fulgora: I'm a deepwaters sea serpent.
Fulgora: And YOU'R---E a super cute kitty!!

Dany couldn't help but blush and giggle before taking an even larger gulp of the fluid, draining the glass, and when it's gone she lets out a long, lustful moan of pleasure at the feeling of it sliding down her throat. Then, she gets up and pads over, swaying a lot while giggling, before plopping her plush rear down onto somewhat less plush mattress. Fulgora immediately wraps her arms around the buzzed cat, leaning in to kiss her gently at her neck.

Dany didn't complain, instead letting her head tilt to one side, her hair sliding aside to expose more neck. Each kiss was a tiny splash of sensation against her skin.

Fulgora: So I guess you DID want to fool around )(u)(?

Dany's eyes are half lidded and glazed, her rounded pupils widening to a full moon shape and filling most of her iris. She felt a hand slide into her lap, and the electric feeling rolled through her and brought out a rumbling purr.

Danyali: wh—nya~—what do you mean?

Fulgora puts her lips right next to that sensitive ear, now completely relaxed. She whispered into it.

Fulgora: You drank that spicewine, silly. 38)

It's now that Dany's heavily clouded mind remembers that Dark Ardent Spicewine was known for certain effects, one of which is hitting her very strongly right now. She can't help but remember she is a lightweight, recalling how, when she was younger and in the archipelago, that she would drink the pale stuff, and how hard it hit her then. She wondered quietly why she would drink that much of the darker stuff... Maybe it was her nerves. Maybe she just forgot it would be stronger, or maybe she really did want to have fun. She had a lot of trouble remembering right now.

Instead of letting her mind continue to think, she presses back into the fish woman and lets her thoughts evaporate, allowing herself to be pulled down into the plush mattress, rolling into the fish and moaning as she felt coils slip around her, the feeling of them rubbing the wrong way against her fur causing every part of her to feel like an erogenous zone. By the time her arousal meets Fulgoras, she's almost even hard. She gasps as she feels herself slip into Fulgora, grinding her hips forward, chasing the electric feeling that the thrumming has become, feeling her skin twist and her muscles ache for more. She didn't even notice how the shifting coils pushed her silks away, but she knew her entire bottom half was fully naked against the fish now. She looks over at the bottle, wanting to drink long and deep of the ink-like fluid, but it's all the way across the room now... And the sea serpent is all the way right here, gently and slowly crushing her in a way that draws out breathy, gasping moans, slowly squeezing more and more air out of her lungs.

The burning that fills them doesn't feel like pain to the cat. No, instead it feels nearly orgasmic, as does her bones creaking under the growing pressure. She can't speak, she can't even breathe more than shallow little gasps, Fulgora drawing her face close against soft clothed chest. She hadn't removed any clothes, and neither did Dany, but as far as Dany cared, she might always have been naked since the day she was born, an insignificant prey animal destined to be crushed and savored. She couldn't conceptualize of any moment outside of this, outside of the deep massage filling her with an abiding desire for more. More what, she wasn't able to say. Especially as she felt her body tense, her little shaft pouring forth entirely unseeded fluid into the caverns of her lover, and even more so when the serpent didn't stop, when she felt her body pulled even closer, that final gasp of air pushed out of her lungs with a pitiful mewl.

It would keep going then, her full body orgasm dragging out for an eternity to her as she felt her consciousness slowly slipping. But before it could, with one final crush that could have broken her fragile bones if her lover weren't careful, she felt Fulgora orgasm, a rippling shudder flowing through those long coils. And she felt her own peak, still only barely fading, come again like the aftershock of an earthquake.

All the pressure on her flesh unravels all at once, and she's left gasping for breath and in pleasure in the sea monster's loose-draped coils.

They lay there for a moment, cuddling closely. The gentle pressure from the coiling sea serpent is pleasant...
Eventually though, only after about ten minutes but Dany had no sense of time any longer, her new friend speaks up.

Fulgora: )(ey I'm going to set sail.
Fulgora: But we s)(ould meet up again!
Fulgora: This was fun and I want to do it more! 38)
Danyali: that sounds great
Danyali: youre great
Danyali: i think i love you

Fulgora giggles before giving the dopey sweet kitten a kiss on the forehead, extricating herself from her grasping paws. Once free, she rights her own clothes and then the cats, who tries to pull her into a makeout session. Instead, Fulgora pushes her back and gives her a little wave, moving towards the door.

Fulgora: Bye cutie!
Fulgora: Don't drink any more spicewine okay?
Danyali: byeee fish lady
Danyali: i forget your name but i love youu

As Fulgora leaves the room, the mention of the spicewine causes Danyali's eyes to be drawn back towards the bottle...

I mean, another glass wouldn't hurt, right?

By the time she exits the room, she's excitable, enthusiastic, and very touchy with the strangers. Why wouldn't she be? It's not like anyone would hurt her! And besides, everything felt so so nice!

Shortly after an NPC servant goes to check on the room. They grab the now empty bottle of spicewine, swapping it out with a fresh new one.

Chapter 17: Decadent PurrPawsal

Summary:

Meulin and Porrim take a moment to discuss work politics
Tags: Soul Vore, Loss of Identity, Suggested Existential Erasure

Above the ball, up a set of ornate stairs blocked off by two huge carapacian guards, there were the VIP rooms. These rooms were even more opulent than even the most exclusive of private rooms downstairs, with many very large and very comfortable places to lounge, each with a table next to it.

At one of these lounging spots, a Rubenesque savanha sphinx rests, draped across the soft upholstery. Her fur is an earthy orange fading to chestnut in her short, bobbed hair. She takes up the entire chaise lounge. Across from her, a voluptuous green-black blade elf sits with a shimmering green dress that defies physics to nominally contain her sizeable cleavage and only drapes low enough to cover her modesty. She is flanked by two surprisingly sexually attractive female carapacians. Generally, it's assumed that the chess beetles bellow a certain rank lack any sexual dimorphism, and the majority of them don't even present pronouns over the psychic link provided by the moon elves. This pair, however, possess broad curves, and soft breasts.

The two moderators pass a pipe filled with an in game smokeable back and forth, chatting about nothing in particular just yet.

Poranina: ... And that's why I cho+se to+ play a blade elf. All o+f the rest o+f o+ur races tend to just re-create so+cial ro+les we have o+n earth, with very little variatio+n. The blade elves are a true matrilineal culture, co+mplete with a po+werful go+dess that answers to+ no+ o+ne but herself. While I admit I'm no+t a fan o+f the cultural valo+rizatio+n of pregnancy and mo+therho+o+d, I must admit it's po+rtrayal in the so+cial narrative as an innately ho+ly but entirely o+ptio+nal act rather than the sum value o+f a wo+mans wo+rth is impressive fo+r a sexist like the o+riginal creato+r, even if his blade elves are just a weak co+py of the dro+w.
Meresankh: (^・_・^) < OKAY
Meresankh: (=^ω^= ) < I CHOSE A CAT BECAUSE THEY'RE CUTE!!!
Meresankh: (^・o・^)ノ < OMG PORRIM DID YOU HEAR THAT KANKRI MIGHT TRY TO __SUE__ BCC???
Poranina: What, really? Do+es he thinks he has a case?
Meresankh: (^・o・^) < OMG WHY DO YOU THINK HE __DOESN'T__???
Poranina: No+, it's pretty o+bvio+us it was targeted because he was trying to o+rganize.
Poranina: I just don't kno+w if he can really pro+ve that in a co+urt o+f law.
Poranina: Maybe we sho+uld ask Luzz...
Meresankh: (=TェT=) < I SURE HOPE HE CAN WIN
Meresankh: (=xェx=) < I LOVE M33NAH BUT SHE KIND OF __SUCKS__ AS A BOSS.
Poranina: As if Kankri were any better.
Poranina: ... No+, he was. He just pisses me o+ff.
Meresankh: (^・x・^) < YEAH I WAS GOING TO SAY...

Porrim sighs out a plume of intoxicating smoke, shrugging to her conversation partner.

Poranina: Between a bratty tyrant and a sexist white knight, o+ne wishes there were so+me third o+ptio+n.
Meresankh: (=TェT=) < YEAH...

Here their conversation shifts as they continue smoking, becoming idle gossip about acquaintances and minor coworkers in the art department, who were mostly freelancers. So much of the staff had been cut in the buyout, and not just the minor contractors. A normal game release was already bittersweet as the core team moves on to the next project and the contractors disperse, but the buyout had cut the team down to a skeleton crew of just eleven members.

After a moment, one from among of Porrim's harem wanders over, offering the two on the sofa a bottle of their favorite Spicewine: Pale Ardent for Porrim, and Dark Lavishing for Meulin. The servant pours a careful glass for her mistress, who then sips it demurely, appreciating the gentle almost throbbing warmth of it that rests in her belly. Her whole body relaxes, and she lets out a soft sigh of satisfaction, her hand trailing slowly down towards her short dress. The servant turns to the other moderator, setting the empty bottle of Light Ardent on the table before grabbing the Dark Lavishing, carrying it and a glass with her towards the cat woman.

When the servant goes to pour a glass for Meulin, however, the lioness shakes her head at her expectant gaze and just holds her hand out for the entire bottle. The servant nervously places the uncorked glass bottle in her hand, watching in amazement as the woman chugs the entire bottle down in one go before handing it back. As the servant leans in, Meulin lets out a loud, decadent burp that smells of dark cherries and pastry. But as the servant takes the bottle in her hands, Meresankh grabs the poor girls wrist painfully, a grin on her face even as the bottle crashes to the floor. The girl wants to beg her to let her clean that up, wants to apologize for a thing not her fault, but her words catch in her throat when she looks at her face. She can see the kind eyes of the cat quickly overtaken by the powerful substance, a soft and gentle face becoming hard, prideful, and very very hungry.

Meresankh: (=^-ω-^= ) < YOU DON'T MIND IF I TAKE A NIBBLE OF THIS ONE, DO YOU PORANINA?

The poor bug girl's eyes widen in terror before she turns to look at her mistress, hoping for some clemency. Instead, her unfortunate and pleading gaze meets the glazed over eyes of her mistress, who's right hand is wrapped tightly around her soft and now naked tit, teasing the nipple aggressively with thumb and pointer as she digs her other hand roughly into her neathers, the sofa below becoming soaked with her juices. Even worse is the Intimacy Coordinator's response to her friend, voice distant and uncaring.

Poranina: O+f co+urse no+t, Meresankh. There are plenty mo+re where she came fro+m.

Before the girl can try to plead for her life, before the words can even start to exit her mandibles, she feels two soft paws grab her head roughly as her wrist goes free. Both jointed arms grab at the wrists of the lioness holding her hostage as her head is forcibly turned to face the lion goddess. She tries her hardest to pull away, struggling against impossible strength from a well-glutted goddess. This stops when she feels vicious claws dig into the soft carapace of her head. Once she does, the grip softens and the lioness smiles to her before speaking:
Meresankh: (=^•ω•^= ) < DON'T BE AFRAID!!!
Meresankh: (=^-ω-^= ) < THIS WON'T HURT A BIT~~~
Meresankh: (=^ω^= ) < AND BESIDES, YOU'RE ABOUT TO BECOME A PART OF A GODDESS!!!

Meresankh opens her maw wide, thick strands of drool clinging to sharp fangs, dripping down and filling the girl with dreadful images of them tearing into her shell, finding her internal meat, digging it out and leaving her to go to Hades where she would be reborn. The carapacian girl grimaces, afraid of the moment teeth meet shell....

But that moment will never come. A feeling like drifting off suffuses her, causing her entire body to relax as she stares into the maw, her arms falling limp at her sides and her face going slack, every bit of shell and muscle losing all strength. The energy seems to draw itself out of her, as something light and glowing, pours forth from her own slack-jawed mouth. For just a moment, she has a thread of fear left burning in her chest, but with a gulp, the stream of light pulls further and that fear fades away, the girl forgetting it entirely as it finds its way into the lion goddess's gullet.

Images of loved ones, of their faces, their laughs, their names, everything that she found peaceful in this or any moment, all drain away from her. They leave her, but there is no grief. After all, why grieve what she never knew? Every second of her life is slowly erased from her emptying mind, every thought, every feeling. It all floats away, floats down into someone else's belly. But she cannot miss it, because by the time she realizes something is missing, the idea of caring that it is is missing as well. Soon, the body is left empty, no concept of self or of identity left within it. It can't even be considered a person, any longer. More a living mannequin than an individual.

Poranina gasps and digs harder into herself, watching as the glowing white of the soul flows and then trickles into her friend, slowly becoming less and less before the lioness snaps her jaws shut. Meresankh shoves the empty shell back wards, watching as it topples over and lays there, compliantly, awaiting for someone else to fill its hollow self with meaning.

Within the cat, however, the girl who's body remains still struggles. She sits in a glowing green stomach, an amorphous ball of selfhood. If she were capable of crying, she would have tears streaming down her face as she attempts to do anything, anything at all, that can set her free.

Alas, these meaningless struggles cannot affect anything. She is trapped here, sealed in by the power of the goddess who swallowed her, and she cannot make herself known. For all that matters, she's already fat on her belly.

The struggles, however meaningless, unfortunately allow the walls of the stomach to drag away small bits and pieces. Slowly, ever so slowly for her, little bits and pieces are lost. By the time she realizes, her name has already left her forever, turned into nothing but energy for the cruel goddess. So she fights more, trying her hardest to cling to memories of her love.

Her love, her beautiful love, another bug girl in the service of her mistress. She knew they were important to her, and she knew that she loved... someone. She suddenly can't remember her face, can't remember her name, and that fear brings the knowledge that she's missing someone important from her memories— Something important. She was thinking of an important memory, what was it?!

She sorts through what she has left, trying to figure out what she lost, starting with her most recent precious memories and working back. Slowly, each one is destroyed permanently, erased from the server without any trace. Soon all that she has left is her mothers face, and she holds fast to that with all of her might, holds fast to— to— ...

Soon, all that's left is a soft sad ball, a self that remembers it has memories once, or at least it thinks it does. It thinks it used to be a person even, but it can't be sure. Was it even anything at all? Did it even ever exist at all?

Once the echo of something that never was blinks out in her stomach, it has only been a minute for those outside of her belly.

A rush of new curves swell Meresankh's form, causing her ass, her chest, and her thighs to thicken quickly. She stretches out as she feels herself grow slightly taller, tearing out of her outfit as her muscles grow slightly stronger, and her soul even more glorious. A vibrant burst of life fills her, not one as strong as the one from her favored Spicewine but a decadent one all the same. She lets out a loud, incandescent burp, the treasured childhood memories of her meal turned into just an expulsion of gas, worthless to anyone who still existed.

Meresankh looks over to her friend, who is biting her lip at the display. With a single wave of her hand, she makes her own splitting clothes disappear, putting her entire divine form on display for everyone to see. This burst in arousal causes Meresankh to roll off the lounge and onto her feet, freeing the half-hard giant of a cock swelling between her thick thighs as her glorious balls churn in preparation to fill this elf bitch. She steps over the literal empty shell to walk over to her still-jilling coworker, placing a pawlike hand on her swiftly moving hand to stop her. Meresankh grins at her, cock now standing at full mast, before speaking:

Meresankh: (=`ω´= ) < I'M SURE THE COCK OF A GODDESS WOULD FEEL __MUCH__ BETTER INSIDE YOU THAN YOUR FINGERS~~~

Poranina looks up at her friend with a shock of surprise at the touch, but her eyes just as quickly drop to the throbbing, dripping monster at her eye level. Her body is burning up, but she knows she shouldn't let the goddess come inside of her, for some reason. Was it to avoid pregnancy? Why would she ever want that, she asks herself, ignoring the quiet voice deep within screaming at her. Instead, she leans forwards and kisses the tip of the shaft, swirling an elongated tongue around the head before taking it in and concaving her cheeks to suck, bobbing her head downwards to take the virile member deeper, deeper, and then into her throat. Even once she gets to the point where her breathing is halted by the press of the head against the back of her throat, the monster of a cock hanging off the goddess is only halfway in.

The goddess grabs the elf by the head, thrusting hard and deep, pushing herself even more down that tight, tight throat. But she can only go so far. The limit is met as the entire foot-long shaft bases itself inside, her balls slapping against the elf's chin. Poranina's entire throat is stretched hard around the shaft, the now-asphyxiating creature not even able to snort the pubes shoved against her nose. She can feel the second heartbeat in her chest, almost drowning out her own. The goddess holds her there for a moment, before pulling back. Not enough to give her even a single inch of air. She treats the elf throat as an onahole, fucking it violently. Once the elf is on the edge of passing out, but long before the goddess runs out of stamina, the elf is shoved off and collapses into the sofa, sputtering for air.

The goddess swings one leg over to kneel behind the elf, grabbing her by the hips, and lifting her rear up into the air. Meresankh tears the pitiful excuse for a dress off with one yank. It wasn't hiding anything anyway. Poranina tries to right herself once she catches her breath, but before she can, the cat shoves her down by her upper back, crushing her pillowy chest into the sofa below. Then the lioness drives her entire cock into the elf's cunt, digging her claws into the elf's hips to slide it to the base. The elf screams out in a mix of pain and pleasure that melts away into just moans and gasps as the cat rails her, thrusting hard and deep and for the goddesses pleasure alone. She doesn't even consider for a moment that the elf should enjoy this, or even that she should care about anyone else's enjoyment. She was a goddess, and this was a toy for her to use, and nothing else.

The so called toy below feels herself tense up, her partner drawing a rough orgasm out of her, and then another, and another. The feeling of her organs being stretched, rearranged, used, makes her wish she could experience just this for eternity, just being a tool for others pleasure. Her body stops responding to her brain's signals, her form going entirely limp. She almost feels like she's stiffening up, her limbs moving into place without her having any control, and freezing there as her joints refuse to care that she wants to move. The goddess doesn't notice her friend's shifting muscles, nor does she care. Instead, she starts to slam even harder, every single thrust having more than enough force to threaten to break the sofa beneath them. She lets out a loud, aggressive roar as she slams in one final time, her virile fat balls drawing against her as gallons of her divine seed pour into her friend-made-toy. The elf gasps as her body gains motion again, but only enough that she can draw herself deeper into the sofa.

She's numb as the cat pushes herself off and out of the elf, flopping her large plush body next to the voluptuous elf. She can't feel anything but the echoes of pleasure, as well as the cum deep inside her womb. The leftover seed dribbles out of her well used hole, and she can't help but smile.

Poranina: I liked that dress...
Meresankh: (=^-ω-^= ) < YOU LOOK BETTER WITHOUT IT~~~

Chapter 18: Workplace Misconduct

Summary:

Damara and Rufioh discuss their coworkers behavior since the game launched.
Tags: Dubious consent, mental alteration, forced love

Notes:

(Mouse over or tap text to read a quirkless/translated version of dialog if you need, works on both mobile and desktop)

Demytra the Vainglorious Queen, AKA Damara Megido, walks through the hallway leading to the VIP room's instanced door with the clack of marble on marble. Her completely bare feet are held up at the heel by a marble spike shooting straight down, permanently placing her in the pose of a high stiletto heel. Her flesh, though it is stone, still acts like flesh, and still has plenty of feeling. Lucky for her that she turned on mods that made her flesh as hard as stone under duress, and made any sensation pleasurable, even when painful.

Her naked flesh rolled along, her hips swaying as she reaches for the door with a perfectly sculpted hand. Her hair, also sculpted perfectly, still flows like normal hair, even if every lock is part of one piece of stone. A living statue, carved in the pleasant likeness of the most beautiful moon elf woman that one could imagine. Her face, carved with strongest cheekbones, pleasant jaw, pointed and well proportioned ears leaning back at a perfect angle. Her breasts are full and soft, but not too large, and her curves lead to her perfectly curved ass and thighs, soft and squishing like flesh should be, making her the perfect cultural image of the era she would have been carved in, before the fall of the helltouched.

And Demytra was one who fell in that era (At least, that's the story of the lore Aranea wrote for her.) Thus, through that perfect hair, four cruel horns twist out of the stone, curving backwards with the larger set reaching further back than her ears, looking like a goats, or a satyrs. On her back two demonic wings curved forth from her soft back flesh, imposing, batlike, and entirely worthless for actual flight. Coming forth from above her rear is a thick, fleshy tail, the cat-of-nine-tails like tip whipping back and forth as she steps into the room, looking about and frowning as she saw her coworkers.

She wouldn't call most of them friends, even though they had known each other for years.

None except one, and he was not yet here. So she walks past the cat and the elf losing themselves on the sofa, past the grease stained human man from the 1950s that stood entirely out of place, and past the centaur, the kobold, and the clown. She barely recognized that the merfolk weren't here either, but she was thankful. Maybe she could go without a headache today. She found the most isolated lounging sofa, sitting and then luxuriating across it, stretching and smirking at the servants staring at her perfect proportions. Their appraisal meant nothing to her, but what mattered was that others recognized her beauty. That, more than anything else, made working on this game worth it.

Well, that and the sex.

Demytra looks at the timid carapacian who approaches with faux disdain. The trembling creature offers her Light Ardent Spicewine. It was known that this was her preferred of all of them, but each had its own pleasant hue. She waved him to place it on the table before her, and he does so before scrambling out of her sight. Once he was gone, she smiled.

In truth, she wasn't remotely this conceited in person. In truth, Demytra knew that to some degree, the game's particular way of affecting psychology had its claws dug into her mind, and yet as she looked over at the elf and lioness debasing themselves on the sofa, and over at the human man tinkering with some project as to ignore the yawning pit of loneliness she knew to be in his chest, she held only disgust for their inability to hold true to any part of themselves that wasn't granted by the game whole-cloth.

Rowan: hey doll, were you wa1t1ng on me?

She turns to look at the fae, giving him a beautiful smile in response before speaking.

Demytra: やあ、ハンサムな男の子。私の夜をもっと面白くするために来たの？ (Hello handsome boy, are you here to make my night more interesting?)
Rowan: 1 see you're putt1ng the 1n game translator through 1ts paces some more...

He smirks back before jumping up into a float, doing a gentle flip through the air. While he slow-mo falls to the lounge, Demytra would shift her legs out of his way, placing her feet back on his lap once he had landed.

Demytra: 誰かがこのクソみたいなものが正しく機能しているか確認しなくてはならない。ミツナは自分の愚かさに悩まされるのに忙しすぎて、それができない。 (Someone needs to make sure this damn thing is working properly, and Mituna is too busy fretting about his own stupidity to do so.)
Rowan: hah, yeah 1 heard... and cronus hasn't really been do1ng h1s part of the work e1ther...
Demytra: 驚きましたか？あの役立たずのクソ野郎は、バーチャルなお尻を追いかけるのに忙しくて、1日の仕事もできないのに、残りの私たちは少なくとも両方をやろうとしているんです。 (Are you surprised? That useless motherfucker is too busy chasing virtual asses to even get a day's work done, while the rest of us are at least trying to do both.)

Demytra says this with a sigh before reaching for her bottle, pouring a glass for each of them. She offers him his when she leans back, smiling as both take a sip. She stretches her legs, rubbing them slightly across his lap.

Demytra: 向こうにいる彼氏を見ましたか? 彼も森の中の子羊のように道に迷っていて、気づかないうちに飢えた狼に食べられそうになっています。 (Have you seen your boyfriend over there? He too is lost like a lamb in the forest and is unknowingly about to be eaten by a ravenous wolf.)
Rowan: j*sus doll are you st1ll jealous about that?... that was 1n l1ke, h1ghschool yo...
Demytra: もうそんなことは気にしない。でも、彼がバカさ加減を体験している間に、あなたと私が楽しんだほうがいいと思う。 (I don't care about that anymore, but I think you and I should have some fun while he experiences his stupidity.)
Rowan: maybe later... r1ght now 1 just want to get an 1dea of what's going on...

She lets out a frustrated sound, pulling her feet away and righting herself into a normal seat, ignoring the hand that was placed on her calf.

Demytra: 何を知る必要がありますか? 猫とエルフはお互いの名前を忘れるまでセックスし、あなたの馬は筋肉質の体をしごくのに忙しすぎて、夢の中にいることに気づかず、性害虫はあなたの関係が残っている間に彼をベッドに連れて行こうと自分自身に襲いかかっています 他人の記 (What do you need to know? Cats and elves have sex until they forget each other's names, your horse is too busy jerking off to his muscular body to realize he's in a dream, and sex pests are pestering themselves to try and get him into bed while your relationship remains someone else's memory.)
Demytra: それは我々のどちらにとっても時間の無駄だ。 (It would be a waste of time for both of us.)
Rowan: d*mn... and our glor1ous leader 1sn't here yet?...
Demytra: 彼女はいつものように遅刻している。おそらく彼女はハイになってフィッシュファックポルノを見てセンズリするのに忙しすぎて覚えていないでしょう。 (She's late, as usual, and she's probably too busy getting high and wanking off to fish fuck porn to even remember.)

Just as she says this, two merfolk NPCs rush to open the wide double doors that no one else used, and another walks forth announcing the arrival of Her Imperious Condescension, the Empress of the underwater kingdoms, and the most High Guest of Honour at the Jade Ball. Then she walks in, all twelve feet of her, just as naked as Demytra, and decked out head to toe in piercings, jewelry, and body paint.

Demytra: ふしだらな女について言えば、彼女が現れます。 (Speaking of sluts, here she comes.)

The empress and boss sways through the room, her tall spoked crown scraping against the ceiling even with how high it was. Demytra looked away with a roll of the eyes, crossing her arms as the bitch passed.

Meenah finds her way to her throne, an ostentatious marble-carved seat covered in gold and jewels, setting her wide plush rear down and staring out at the room imperiously, waiting for silence.

Once it came, she spoke.

)(IC: jesus fuck all a you buoys and gills already been at it huh
)(IC: i take a minnow to get here and all you already start suckin and fuckin
)(IC: codn't even wait til i pulled ashore to get to it
)(IC: and where the fucks aranea?
)(IC: whatever we can start without her

She clears her throat before continuing.

)(IC: you all did good work gettin here but we aint out of the ship yet
)(IC: we finna fuckin put this ship out to sea in a week no matter what
)(IC: i dont care if some of its barracuda bones at launch or not
)(IC: betta get whatever you got left wrapped up. tuna up everythin, make sure it's all ship shape.
)(IC: i yacht to be able to buy us some ofishial support from the top brass if we dont sink right outta the harbor
)(IC: anyway i got some announcements before we get the party goin. first off—

Demytra rolls her eyes as she continues, leaning to rest her head on Rufioh's weak shoulder.

Demytra: ああ、偉大でハンサムなローワン・ナイアーレ、浮遊妖精諸島の天空元帥、この雌犬の話をこれ以上聞かずに済むように、あなたのペニスをしゃぶらせてくれませんか？ (Oh, great and handsome Rowan Naiarre, Sky Marshal of the Floating Fairy Islands, will you let me suck your dick so I don't have to hear any more about this bitch?)
Rowan: haha, you're be1ng real forward ton1ght doll...
Rowan: 1 m1ght just take you up on that offer yo...

She grins, leaning back away to drain her glass, watching him drain his own. While she would love showing the boss so much disrespect by doing this in front of everyone while she was talking, she didn't want the whore interrupting her... So she stands, walking towards the VIP's own instanced door to the private rooms, swaying her stone hips and ignoring the boss asking where the two were going.

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The room past that door, at least for these two guests, is an ornate bedroom with vaguely Japanese inspired design. The bed is large, enough for four, and the room is spacious. Demytra remains standing, dancing for the naked elf man who has sat on the edge of the bed, his feathered wings, contrasting with her own, folded behind him. She sways forwards as she goes, her hips rolling. He watches as she comes, greeting her with hands on her hips that slide onto her rear as she straddles his lap.

His cock is already rock hard, throbbing against her stone slit. She giggles and leans into his neck, kissing it with the voraciousness of a starving animal. She pulls away to murmur to him quietly for just a moment.

Demytra: ローワン・ナイアーさん、これが懐かしいです。実生活でも。あなたがあのバカな馬と別れたら、また一緒になろうね。 (Rowan Naiarre, I miss this. In real life too. Let's get together again when you break up with that stupid horse.)
Rowan: g**z doll, you know 1'm try1ng...
Rowan: l1sten, don't worry about that...
Rowan: we're here together r1ght now, and he doesn't know 1t...
Rowan: can't that be enough?...

She turns away again, her face souring.

Demytra: それは決して十分ではありません。 (It's never enough.)

He laughs and shakes his head, before turning to return the kisses to her neck. He takes a much smoother and sensual path though, leaving her moaning quietly as he makes her head tilt to the side.

Rowan: you know you're the only doll for me...
Rowan: horuss doesn't even hold a candle to you, you know that...
Demytra: 私はそれを知っている。 (I know it.)

She pushes him down, thinking to herself while tracing a hand down his lithely muscular chest, the model actually relatively close to his real body.

Demytra: [でも、本当にそう思うの？それともまた私に嘘をついているの、ルフィオ？] (But do you really think so? Or are you lying to me again, Rufioh?)

Her concerns go unstated. Instead, she rolls her posture upwards, taking his shaft inside and slowly but steadily rolling her hips above him. She watches as he gasps, as he moans, but despite the deep sensitivity she had modded her body with, those sensations do not reach her.

Instead, a fury she had believed she quelled fills her chest. This two timing bastard was just using her to get his rocks off again, wasn't he? But she plays the part anyway, continuing to gasp and moan hollowly as she watches his face, little expression coming to her.

She grinned, a plan hatching in her mind. Outside of this realm, she was powerless to do anything but sulk.

But here?

She leans down towards him, reaching a clawed finger down, pressing it above his heart with her bodyweight to draw just a drop of blood. The sharp feeling causes his eyes to shoot open.

Rowan: d*mn doll 1'd prefer 1f you asked f1rst...
Rowan: 1 know you're 1nto fr**ky sh*t... but 1'm not sure how 1 feel about you—
Demytra: あなたは私のものです、ローワン・ナイアーレ。あなたは私が欲しがるもの。他の誰のものでもない、分かりましたか? (You are mine, Rowan Naiarre. You are what I want. You don't belong to anyone else, get it?)

A look dawns on Rowan's face, as he comes to realize she must have fallen into character. In response he takes her by the hips and gives her a confident grin.

Rowan: yo sorry doll, but demon queen or no you can't keep one of our folk 1n a cage
Rowan: we prefer the a1r 1n our w1ngs—

He gasps in pain as she drags that claw down, drawing a line in blood on his chest.

Demytra: 私はどんなに自由な鳥でも檻に入れることができる。私が望めば、彼らが望むものすべてを私に束縛することもできる。あなたはあなた自身の忠誠心によって私の奴隷になるだろう。 (I can put any free bird in a cage. If I wanted, I could bind them to whatever I wanted. You will become my slave by your own loyalty.)

He starts to squirm as he feels a burning in his chest, the feeling spreading as the toxin in her claws fill him, as she stares into his eyes with an uncomfortable intensity.

She grins wide, carving a shape that looked like a goat with her own curving horns into his chest. The sounds of his pain fill her abdomen with pleasant flutters, urging her to roll faster and faster, her breath hitching and shuddering with moans. But still, her lines are clean and perfect, her hand steady. With the mark made and the man beneath her's voice lost shortly by the paralyzing effects of her toxin, his body going limp beneath her. Her grin softens into a smirk as she leans down to whisper in his ear once more.

Demytra: あなたの魂は永遠に私のものです、ローワン。ルフィオ。あなたはもう二度と私から離れることはありません、分かりますか？あのバカのためでも、他の誰のためでもありません。私はあなたが愛する唯一のものになるでしょう、ルフィオ・ニトラム。あなたの魂が存在する限り。 (Your soul is mine forever, Rowan. Rufio. You will never leave me again, understand? Not for that fool, not for anyone else. I will be the only one you will ever love, Rufio Nitram. For as long as your soul exists.)

He can only lay there as he feels fear fill his chest. He had no idea she was this angry about it still, he had to do something! Sadly, the time for doing anything had long passed. The only thing he can do now is twitch his wrist as he feels a numbness fill him, fill his thoughts, fill his soul. It washes away that fear, and the anxiety of what's occuring. It numbs it all away, and reaches deeper.

In the center of his being, he can feel himself being rewritten. Slowly but steadily, as his ex leans back and draws her arms behind her head while crying out in a chorus of moans, he can feel himself falling in deep, deep love for her. Nothing else matters but the beautiful demon bouncing on his cock, nothing at all. All desires, all joys, and every feeling he has ever felt for anyone else, no matter how fleeting or lasting, is burned away.

All that remains is Demytra. Her, and nothing else, and once that numbness fades and his hands can move again, and he wraps his shaking, weakened fingers around her hips once more, gasping as he feels himself fill her, watching her beautiful face as she climaxes too, further tainting his soul with vainglorious ichor, he starts to feel pure joy. Joy that she has shaped him so completely. Joy that she ensured he could never be unfaithful to her glory ever again. Joy that his mistress was so kind as to ensure he'd be her perfect little boyfriend and nothing else.

Forever.

Chapter 19: A Flare for the Excessive

Summary:

Sollux and Jane try to find marks in Horuss and Meenah, Sollux meets Horuss and Jane observes
Tags: Animal Transformation, Temporary Loss of Faculties, Suggested Mind Control

Mamoru arrives early with his helltouched wingwoman in tow. The ball is ostensibly being held in a mansion on the moon, although considering everyone is arriving on a boat, this could only be more flowery metaphor from the robber barons. The proper guests may be treating this occasion as recreation, but to Mamoru this was as much a dungeon as an abandoned mine.

Mamoru: You could have allowed me to purchase you some more appropriate attire Bloop.
Jandra: What better source for appropriate attire than the main event? Get me inside and I'll accquire all the threads I need. Hoo hoo hoo!

At the gates, a little pawnlike beetle looks the group of them up and down. She holds out her hand, and demands four tickets.

Mamoru: I think you will find that only one of my companions need such accounting for Bloop.

While Jandra looks around for what the Tacitern Pawn could mean by four, Mamoru demonstrates his strings by severing them and allowing Salem to clatter into a heap of clay and dual-tone satin in his arms, her eyes suddenly no more than glazed porcelain. It was such a sudden and deathlike transition that Jandra yelped.

The Tacitern Pawn rolls her eyes. In that case, she presumes Jandra is Mamoru's plus one, and accepts the singular ticket from him over Salem's ragdoll form. Jandra waits until they're admitted through the strange jade gate before she inquires:

Jandra: I thought it was a living automata that you merely commanded. I had no idea it was so... passive without your strings. I can never tell with how often you disagree.
Mamoru: The conflict is part and parcel with the misdirection, although I will admit to acting out certain impossibilities through her Bloop.

Mamoru looks down into the marionette's eyes with fatherly care as he restrings her.

Jandra gives him some privacy and instead examines the towering gate of jade. As they passed through, she noticed a slight shimmer in the air around the gate, and now that they're through, the sky has shifted to a starfield. In front of them stands the palatial mansion, constructed from tiny crystalline rods in a latticework like an overgrown snowflake. Over its shoulder looms a distant ring of blue where one might have expected the pale green moon.

Jandra: Whether this is illusion or transportation, it is a feat of magic to be sure.
Salem: keep your 2tupiid 2apphiire eye2 iin your head iif you don't want two be taken for a mark. we aren't the only 2nake2 iin the coup.
Jandra: How rude. You just got done explaining that it's just your mouthpiece.
Mamoru: Courtesy is a veneer, and my lady is unpolished in character Bloop.

Jandra isn't sure in that moment if Mamoru just meant Salem was unrefined, or if he meant she herself was too unrefined to be treated politely by Salem. If so it was the closest the little axolotl had come to insulting her.

The trio make their way inside. Guests are sparse, and Mamoru makes a beeline for the bar. On their way, Jandra bumps into a server with a tray of hours devours. She catches the beetle with one hand, makes an attempt at the NPC's inventory with a second, and leans precariously to catch the tray and the sliding treats with a third. She turns an acrobatic fucking pirouette to return the tray to the server's hand while pocketing a gilded serving knife.

Once at the bar, Jandra flashes her prize to Mamoru.

Jandra: Well, the local mobs aren't overleveled for me. I should be able to piece together an outfit before the fashionably late crowd arrive.
Salem: careful where you fla2h 2tuff liike that, ii don't know iif you notiiced but the weapon2 we brought iin are locked.

Indeed, Jane's foil and poignard are inaccessible when she attempts to draw them. Mamoru settles into a barstool while Salem scans the attendants.

Salem: we need two get out there quiick. the only people here now are the dev2 you know, 2iince they're paiid two be here.
Jandra: And why would we want to call attention to ourselves thusly?

Salem picks her way over to where Jandra is leaning against the bar and lays one satin hand against her exposed chest, sliding her cold fingers under the layers of fabric.

Salem: oh jandra, jandra, jandra. you know 2o liittle of 2ociial encounter2 for 2omeone wiith 2uch a 2ociialy-focu22ed occupatiion.

Jane glances over to her kobold companion. The axolotl is sipping deeply from an old fashioned, the pick with the orange and cherry garnish balanced against his nose, his eyes closed. She still can't picture them as one person. Still, against her better judgement she reaches out to incline Salem's chin with one knuckle, her own lips parting slightly. She takes advantage of the farce of gazing intimately into those doll's eyes to wonder at the life that's now behind them. Uncanny, yes, but nonetheless there.

Jandra: I think you will find my provincial charm to be a formidable asset tonight, dove.

Salem's eyelids flutter, then lul as she stretches up to reach for Jandra's lips. She can feel the helltouched place another hand on her thigh, just beneath the hem of her dress, and she can hardly keep from clattering. The intensity of the moment gives her a brief window of awareness. She may not regret throwing herself into Jandra's arms. Salem was sure it would be worth the cost, even if it closed off certain opportunities. Still, she was here to plant seeds and to show off, so she accessed Jandra's inventory to show her a thing or two about keeping her guard up.

She palms something and dances out of Jandra's grasp, giggling until she looks back to collect on the dumbfounded expression she thought she had earned. Jandra is now holding a small pair of red lace panties, which she dangles before her. Salem had been wearing those! She looks over at her own prize and finds it's a broken bit of cobblestone collected off the side of the road.

Jandra: I'm sorry, dove. You met me at a bit of a rough spot, but I have occupational gambits to foil even fellow pickpockets. Hoo hoo hoo!

Salem fails to hide her frustration and embarrassment. Jane thinks it's cute.

Salem: ii wa2 ju2t te2tiing you, and you pa22ed. anyway, the dev2 are the patron avatar2 of the deniizen2 of the land2. you don't ju2t walk up two them and take theiir 2hiit. you have two engratiiate your2elve2 two them 2o they let theiir guard down.

Salem starts to wander into the crowd, and Jandra follows. Every time she thinks she's got the doll pegged for player or non-player character, she says something confounding like that. Jane doesn't get long to reflect, because Salem has managed to stumble into someone almost immediately.

If Jane had wondered how they were going to identify a dev, that worry is dispelled as soon as she sees one. Like the ornamented nameplate in most massively multiplayer games, Halaestus' majesty is self-evident. He stands head and shoulders taller than Jandra because he is a centaur. Salem can hardly see over the saddle of his pony-sized lower end.

Not only is his horse end only dressed in socks and saddle, but his formidably built upper body is clad in the same polished leather so that he creaks powerfully with every movement. The harness that covers most of his head functions as much as blinders as it does welder's goggles, and they accommodate a pair of velvety ears.

Halaestus: 8=D < Hay, e%cuse me, but are you two here for the meet and greet? I saw that there were stipulations in the tickets to that effect, but I have a STRONG feeling that e%act dog and pony show has foallen through the cracks.
Salem: you know we were about two a2k you the 2ame thiing! ii would have expected 2iign2 or 2omethiing.
Halaestus: 8=D < F*ddlest*%, a nightmare deadline is hardly an e%cuse with all the horseplay that is taking place. Was there someone on the team you had a STRONG desire to meet?
Jandra: You are Halaestus, the sorcerer's apprentice, are you not? Patron of lesser entities?
Halaestus: 8=D < I do not like to think of them as lesser, but it is true that I am responsible for animal intelligences. I find how to e%press comple%ity with limited resources.

Jandra and Salem fan out and close in, flanking the centaur. Jandra felt a remote pang of guilt for taking advantage of such an innocent sounding guy, but at the same time, he sounded like exactly the sort of person they needed.

Salem: you're 2o funny! tell me more about thii2 hor2eplay.
Jandra: I think what my little friend means is that since we're here anyway, maybe we can set up our own little meet in greet. Perhaps somewhere a bit more out of the way? We're in the middle of a dance hall.
Halaestus: 8=D < That sounds like an e%cellent Idea. We might shout ourselves horse in an attempt to converse over the music.

Halaestus canters between his two adoring fans who give each other disbelieving glances before following the centaur toward the back of the facilities. Jandra watches closely as Halaestus taps a black rectangle against a door before ducking through and into a quiet courtyard. The air is filled with the scents of honeysuckle and lavender. Halaestus bursts into a gallop and makes a quick circuit of the courtyard like a kid showing off his bedroom to friends.

Halaestus: 8=D < How does this suit our needs?

Salem lifts the hem of her cocktail dress and pulls a heel out of the dirt.

Salem: iit'2 beautiiful, but do you miind carryiing me two the gazebo? ii don't thiink my heel2 were made for gra22.

The centaur approaches sheepishly and stoops to pick up the little doll and set her into his saddle. Jandra feels the slightest jealousy, but lets it pass as they cross the garden into the gazebo.

Halaestus: 8=D < Have either of you had a chance to e%periment with any of the mind altering aspects of the game?

Jandra is shocked by the question. She's reminded of her experience with Krampus and lavishing ichor. Her mouth waters, and she casts down her gaze. That wasn't exactly an anecdote she wanted to start with. She had her own ichor, but hasn't had a chance to experiment with its effects, being immune.

Jandra's pause gives Salem an opportunity to answer, and with every word, Jandra is taken aback.

Salem: oh ye2, at fiir2t ii wa2 annoyed that ma2ter wa2 put iin charge of me, but every tiime ii do a2 he a2k2 ii can feel my heart fiill and my miind return two a plea2ant 2tatiic. ii u2ed two feel confu2iion and doubt and turmoiil, but e2peciially 2iince my brother came onliine ii feel clo2er two total blii22 wiith every pa22iing hour.
Halaestus: 8=D < Oh, yes. The path of sub100mation. It was not a%essible when I was given the choice.

Jane freezes rather than physically recoiling. She does not want to believe what she is hearing. She feels her mind knit together disparate clues, unbidden. Suddenly, horrifically aware of how intrusive and drug-like the experience of the game is. If she could experience something so profound under the influence of the lavishing ichor- If a player like Salem can become convincingly indistinguishable from game constructs- if she can lose herself in the character of Jandra, then she could never know how she had been permanently altered by the game. She had to find a way to excuse herself.

Meanwhile, Halaestus has lowered himself down onto the ground, and Salem has slid down his side to sit near his folded forelegs.

Halaestus: 8=D < I envy you the steady march toward your bliss. To e%purgate the unnecessary. To ascend to the terminally a100f. Do you have any interest in e%ploring further reaches?
Salem: no, what do you mean?

Salem reaches up to pet Halaestus's flank, but her gloves interfere, so she stops to use her teeth to remove them. Once she can run her cold jointed fingers through the centaur's bristly fur, she inclines her chin, eyes wide with innocence.

Jandra pretends she is admiring a trellis of honeysuckle. She prays the pair remain too absorbed in their talk of courting oblivion to notice her.

Halaestus: 8=D < An utter e%odus from the humanoid form entirely. Your stock and occupation do not lend themselves to it, but you may have encountered others.
Salem: hon2tly, 2iir, ii don't know. ii have traveled wiith a faun rancher, a merfolk ranger, and a helltouched herald. would any of them have been able two?
Halaestus: 8=D < The rancher is an occupation that gives of themself to grow their herd.
Salem: oh, ii only traveled wiith hiim for a 2hort tiime, 2o ii miight not have notiiced. he diidn't appreciiate how ii cho2e two explore.
Halaestus: 8=D < How is that?

Salem turns away, taking her hand off the centaur's flank to adjust the folds of her dress.

Salem: well, ii don't want two offend pre2ent company. you 2eem two have 2uch e%ceptiionaly refiined ta2te. ma2ter 2ay2 ii 2hould watch my language around e2teemed company.
Halaestus: 8=D < This is a safe space. I may not approve, but I can respect differences in e%perience.

Salem considers for a moment, then reaches out to touch Halaestus's soft underbelly. She didn't like this. He was making her think. Making her dig up things she'd rather were forgotten. The alternative, however, was heedlessly barreling forward, and she didn't want to mishandle such an important member, especially since they hit it off so well. Her eyes wander.

Salem: ii can remember feeliing dii2gu2tiing ju2t thiinkiing about... gettiing iintiimate wiith other2. ii don't feel liike that anymore, but 2ome people 2tiill have tho2e thought2 about me. ii got a liittle carriied away, and tav- er, the rancher 2topped adventuriing wiith me.
Halaestus: 8=D < I can see that was troubling for you to articulate. My apologies for asking that of you, but I e%pect some good will come of it. Beasts are e%c100ded from moralizing intimacy. It is between those who choose to be intimate.
Salem: ii thiink that would be niice, not two have two thiink about expectatiion2.

Halaestus reaches out to cup Salem's moon-shaped face. The two of them become lost in each others' eyes. The turmoil of thought subsides inside Salem. She frets absently at her threads, reassured by the tension in the lines.

Halaestus: 8=D < What if I e%plicate the domain of the druid?
Salem: you turn iinto 2tuff?

Halaestus chuckles and pats Salem's head.

Halaestus: 8=D < Very good. There are a few occupations that specialize in transfiguration, like the shamans, who can absorb, e%press, and distribute the forms of others, but the druid is more passive. We cause our forms and the forms of others to abstract, a%entuating their distinguishing features and e%pressing a more feral form.

Now that she's been let loose, Salem's attention returns to where it had been drawn before- where it had been drawn since she had met the big horse man. She was trying to be polite, but Halaestus has released her from that, so she leans back, stretching out against his chest, and looks along his belly to his sprawled hind legs, thickly muscled haunch, and the sheath tucked therin.

Salem: 2o, liike, the aniimal they alway2 were, or the aniimal they are actiing liike iin the moment?
Halaestus: 8=D < It depends. A STRONG enough druid can even bring out the barest hint of a form they see in someone.

Salem rolls onto her knees, propping her head up in her hands as she lays against his stomach.
Salem: could you try on me?
Halaestus: 8==D < That is what I was getting at. Do you have a preference?
Salem: ii'd rather not thiink about iit. ju2t 2mooth my braiin already.

Reaching back, Salem undoes the clasps on her heels and kicks them off. She notices that Horuss has already begun his shaping, the wide plates that usually serve for the four smaller toes of each foot have taken on a cloven shape, and her big toes have split and drawn back toward her heel. As she reaches to touch them, she sees that the joints of her fingers have begun to fuse as well.

Salem: oh nooooo

Salem dissolves into a train of giggles that terminates in a snort. She claps her developing trotters against her face in surprise, and giggles again. Rolling off of Horuss’s chest and onto all fours, she shrugs and shimmies, porcelain ass wiggling in the air, backing slowly out of her cocktail dress. Stubby jointed limbs support her plump white belly, which is starting to burn with an animalistic heat.

Fortunately, Horuss’ flared dick has slid free from his sheath in response to Salem’s little striptease. Salem barely registers the fact that normally, the player’s genitals were human shaped. Instead, she’s focused on stuffing as much of it as she can into her growing snout. Her tongue slides around the flared head, sucking and pressing it down her throat until she’s forgotten entirely why she’s managed to mount herself the wrong way around.

Once again, Horuss demonstrates care for his guest, and withdraws from his ravenous piggy bank. Her little springsteel tail wiggles with excitement. The blue filigrees that had served as tramp stamp and womb tattoo have slid around to ride her hips like a livestock brand. Her eyes, set on either side of her flat piggy snout, are simple, black circles. She is incurious, and impatient. Horuss has hardly gotten turned around before she has backed herself up on his horse’s cock, squealing with pleasure.

Jandra used the commotion to slip out of the door to the private room. She would catch up with Salem later. She didn’t want to get caught up in this reenactment of the Circe scene of the Iliad. She hardly turnes the corner before she comes face to face with a shrouded individual, his palm resting on one of two katana hilts, his name escapes her, which was especially unsettling, in spite of his short stature.

Sorukso: ii fiind y0ur lack 0f faiith dii2turbiing.
Jandra: Hoo hoo hoo. Are you why they asked us for four tickets at the gate? I'm impressed. Salem will be okay. I think she has that himbo well in hand. She could have picked a more damaging mark to impale herself on.
Sorukso: ii 2upp02e y0u have biigger fii2h tw0 fry.

Jandra notices that the ninja is looking past her, and she whips around, palming her pilfered knife.

What she sees is a giant woman, the tallest she would have ever seen in or out of this game world, made even taller by two golden spires shooting off of a solid gold tiara, set with a gigantic and unnaturally saturated pink diamond set in the middle. The swaying of her hips and bobbing of her head should mean the tips of that crown should threaten the ceiling, but anyone in this hall would realize that, even if they believed the hall to be a normal height before, it had always been exactly tall enough to allow her imposing figure travel through with little trouble. Her entire body is covered in gold. Her arms covered in bangles, hands covered in pounds of rings (one with an especially ostentatious diamond), neck hung with so many necklaces that one couldn't be blamed for missing the dangling gem encrusted jewelry piercing her nipples and where a belly button would be if she had one. Even lower, and one could see the flash of more piercings between her legs, especially since the woman was wearing no clothing whatsoever (though the vibrant pink bodypaint lines almost gave the illusion of something skin tight and latex), nor carrying anything on her except the pounds and pounds of gold and gems. Instead, she has a retinue of NPC fishpeople surrounding her, acting the part of guards and maidservants. Or at least, one would assume they were NPCs with how they were acting. But Jandra had only just learned that the line between the two was precariously thin in this realm.

Jandra glances back over her shoulder, but the ninja was long gone. She drops to a knee as a precaution. There is no question who this is. Her name and titles leave little space for anything else, as Jandra's occupational perceptions fill her in on just how close she is to omnipotence.

Jandra: Your majesty.

The giant woman waits until she's directly next to the hellspawn, looking down at her from so high up that Jandra would have to look straight up to meet her eyes. She offers a grin full of sharp, sharklike teeth, and holds out a hand. That diamond ring rests on her pointer, and it seems she's suggesting that the hellspawn kiss that ring. She would likely notice if that specific one was pilfered, Jandra realizes. It's just too noticable.

)(IC: good gills know their place huh?
)(IC: you shore are cute.

Jandra rises, feeling light on her fingers, and light-headed. Her eyes trace the details of the diamond claddagh. She reaches out, her hand dwarfed by the empress' which was casually held at eye level. Jandra had to raise her heels, standing on the tips of her fingers to reach the one ring among many.

She isn't sure why she does it. It's as if she's watching herself do it, just rattling off a thousand reasons not to without passion. When she leans in to kiss the ring, she loosens its fit with a subtle twist of thumb and index finger, tugging slightly on the empress' hand as she lets the ring drop into her own palm. It feels heavier than it should.

The predatory grin grows. The Empress suddenly shifts her hand, taking Jandra's chin between two fingers, the two long digits framing almost her entire face as she forces her to look up at her empty black eyes, and it feels as though she is looking into a cold, cold void . She feels herself drawing deep into that abyss, and the world around her slows. Her breathing feels heavy, thick, like her lungs are full of water. And after a moment she realizes that no, the Empress's eyes aren't pitch black. She sees the pink ring surrounding pupils, and it seems to grow.

)(IC: looks like we caught ourshellves a bad gill.
)(IC: leave me with her. i'll be taking her into my cabin.

The empress turns away, her hand slipping free from Jandra's loosened, unfocused grip. The Helltouched looks down at her fingers, as she feels a sudden weight around her pointer. On it is the ring, now shrunk to fit her hand perfectly. When did that happen? The empress walks over to the private room doors, hips rolling, and the door stretches up to meet her impressive stature. Or was it always that tall? Without a word, she passes through, but not before giving an expectant look to the one who just tried to rob her.

Jandra hesitates. Her grasp of what was real was already slipping, but she is struck with the overwhelming feeling that her ability to choose was contingent on how well she complies... or how entertaining her rebellion continues to be. Refusing to follow would not be very entertaining.

A pig squeals in the distance. Ignorance is bliss. Jandra chooses to follow.

Jandra: Hoo hoo hoo. By your leave, your majesty.

As Jandra disappears into the massive double doors, the ninja slides out of the shadows and slips back into the room where his sister is busy with her diplomatic mission.

Horuss had already joined the porcelain pig in her feral form, losing his human torso so that what Sorukso returned to was a shaggy Shetland pony vigorously railing a porcelain pot-belly pig. Horse semen spills from her mouth to pool on the floor.

Things were still within tolerances. Horus may be willing to spill his humanity across the gazebo floor, but Mamoru wasn't going to let Salem fly too close to the sun. She was too precious. Still, she sounded like she needed to let off a little steam before her kettle boils over.

The ninja settles in behind a trellis of honeysuckle, and unsheathes a different kind of sword. Getting his hands dirty like this, watching animals fuck, was probably fucking him up somehow, but not any more than jerking it to his sister getting off has already. A blade that's expected to cut must be honed. All forms of use are destructive.

Minutes later, but not many, Horuss dismounts, whickering placidly as he walks over to a patch of alfalfa to graze.

Salem stomps her trotters impatiently as her brother leaves cover to check on her.

Sorukso: y0u 2tiill iin there?
Salem: ugh, unfortunately. oh fuck my dre22!

Salem carefully picks her dress and shoes off the floor, dragging them further way from the spreading pool of cum. She drops it as she notices her mouth is making more of a mess. Ruby red flames crawl across her portly frame, burning away the foul fluids.

Sorukso: ii d0n't kn0w iif we can really aff0rd f0r 0ur healer tw0 be a fr0nt liine fiighter.
Salem: oh? and you're goiing two take my place?
Sorukso: no, of cour2e not... ii gue22 ii ju2t wii2h ii hadn't been the next one up. you probably would have been better 2erved by captaiin.

The flames continue to burn inside, fueled by the temporary pig status effect. Smoke curls out of her eyes and snout. Salem pushes herself up on her hind trotters, flexing her fore trotters to get the feeling back into her digits. Her features melt and reform, her figure slimming down once more. She throws herself on her brother, squeezing him tightly.

Salem: no! no. we're doiing 2o good! 2erviing the ma2ter well, you know? ii wouldn't a2k for any of the other2 over you. ii love you!
Sorukso: love you two, 2ii2.

Chapter 20: Howling at the Moon

Summary:

Rose seeks out the company of an old friend in a time of weakness
Tags: Asphyxiation, Brief dip into cosmic horror, face knotting, infidelity

Jabberwock doesn't bother locking down the instance as she shoulders in through the front door, her arms full of items that wouldn't fit in her inventory. She sighs internally as the overwhelming scent of burnt soup brings tears to her eyes. She drops the armload of ingredients with the rocks on her bed, and clears some space on the counter for a fresh cutting board. She probably had magic scouring soap somewhere in the clutter, but it was so much easier to just make more. A few cups of bone ash, boglin tallow, a few pinches of void hazel, and she's made a half a dozen bars. She leaves five of them on the cutting board and turns to scour out the cauldron.

A few minutes later, hedge witch Jabberwock is laying bottomless in a pile of stuffed animals by the hearth, thrusting her frustration between a pair of tangle buddies. Her figure is that of a conventionally attractive woman (quite outside what her friends had built, even if she had done so to avoid alienating them) nevertheless, she lay mounted on top of the plushies with her knees behind her shoulders like a dog.

She isn't getting any relief, so her mind has wandered, as it does. She doesn't remember which ritual she was gathering for. She frankly can't remember which load of scavenged ingredients was most recent. She takes an item out of her overstuffed and disorganized inventory and turns it over in her hand. It's a rare foraging ingredient called a mellowshroom. Dismounting and walking to her grimoire. With the sound of shuffling parchment, ten pages of recipes that use mellowshrooms avail themselves at her touch. She's still not sure if this was what she was after, or simply a rare drop acquired along the way.

Outside, Rostiel was not built for this weather. It wasn't the worst with the island air, but the overall humidity would be too much for her even in the world outside the game. So she found herself wishing that the light sunshower occurring right now, starting as she arrived, just wasn't here at all. It was wetting her hair. She reminds herself that she has good reason to be here. She had, by this point, fully cleared her head of the alchohol, and also come into contact with her good friend Jade.

Her excuse for why she couldn't go to the ball with her lover and her sisters was simple: She said she had a headache after their fun, during the come down from forgetting reality. Neither of them had enough experience with the game to question the hangover. The truth was that she knew this was a game her friend Jade would want to play, and she wanted to visit her without anyone knowing what she was actually doing.

She walks up the path to the cozy little house, noting how much more quaint Jade's housing was compared to her Roxy's. She didn't know if this was a function of how much was spent on the kickstarter, or if it was just a difference in personality or taste. While considering what this could indicate about the people she cares about most in her life, she raises a hand and gives a series of light, sharp knocks to the door.

Jabberwock: rose! oh crap the soup! hold on!

Jabberwock tears the plushies off her junk and starts rummaging through drawers for something to hide her boner in. She finds, instead, one of Jandra's flowy undershirts, which she ties into an improvised half skirt/loincloth combo. Finally remembering that the burnt cauldron was the beef and carrot stew she had planned to share with Rose, she reaches the door and throws it open.

Jabberwock: oh and i left you out in it didnt i? :o
Jabberwock: im so sorry, uh, rostiel
Rostiel: Hello Jabberwock. You can apologize by letting me in.

She waits for a moment for her friend to move to the side, before walking in, brushing gently past the doggirl.

Rostiel: I am glad to see you chose a more human form. Dave and Roxy both chose more anthropomorphized avatars.
Rostiel: Oh, and if you haven't heard, Dave goes by Danyali in the game. Her egg is beyond cracked, but she still persists in denying it.
Rostiel: How are you?

While talking, Rostiel takes a glance around the entire area she finds herself in, looking at the very disorganized place with a smile. This was exactly what she expected from the doggirl, after all. Her last words are said while looking at Jabberwock directly, smirking gently. She does not mention the lingering scent of burnt food, nor the obvious bulge in her friend's makeshift loincloth.

Jabberwock absorbs the new identity without pause. If she were being honest, it had gotten to a point where it was harder to remember the right pronouns to use with mutuals that weren't 'in on the bit' as Danyali would have said. She entirely misses Rostiel's glance or the suggestive nature of her last inquiry. The witch instead sweeps the research on the dining table into a rough stack and sets it aside to clear some room for a kettle of cold tea. A quick touch on the activation glyph and the kettle starts warming up.

Jabberwock: really!? i set my character up like this because i figured danyali would make fun of me!
Jabberwock: thats so great though! i am glad she got the space to play in!!!
Rostiel: I saw her try on an excessive amount of dresses. She’s taking full advantage of Rakora’s in-game resources.

Jabberwock looks between the steaming kettle and Rostiel. Jade wasn't that into tea, certainly not any of the flavors of magical herbs she had tried so far, but she was excited to see what Rostiel thought of her mastery of her class abilities as exemplified by the autmoatic kettle.

Jabberwock: Jane is taking advantage as well but shes still using she and her
Jabberwock: shes gotten a load off her chest ;)
Rostiel: Jane as well? Hm. Do you think either would be upset if I informed Dirk? I want to win the bet he and I made.
Jabberwock: i dont know if jandra has really thought about whether she cares
Jabberwock: shes a little too busy strutting around the apartment topless and driving me up the wall :|
Jabberwock: i really wouldnt tell dirk if he doesnt know
Jabberwock: although i wouldnt put it past him to play dumb to avoid paying out on a bet

Rostiel takes a seat, glancing at the tea. She waves a hand, blessing the beverage in such a way that whatever magical effect is even stronger. She then turns back to Jabberwock with a smile.

Rostiel: The two of them went to the ball with Kudoten—Kanaya—So they should be busy for the rest of their playtime today. Won’t you pour me a cup, or must I ask first?

Rostiel indicates the tea while saying this, and with a surprised yip, Jabberwock makes one more trip to the cupboards, fetching some cups before finally taking a seat at the table, pouring the tea while she serves it.

Jabberwock: im surprised so many of our friends are into this game!!
Jabberwock: i should really reach out

The tea is bright blue, and as its poured it smells like honeysuckle. Jabberwock has forgotten what the tea she had prepared for this social call was supposed to do, and as she takes a sip, she's more focused on how she can draw attention to the kettle, which she was sure her friend just didn't know that she had worked so hard to get the stoneware to get to the right temperature. There were probably a lot of magic items that just came with Rakora's house, but now that the moment had passed she wasn't sure how to circle back without sounding really full of herself.

The recipe Jabberwock had brewed was called safe tea. It was intended to relax the drinkers for more honest and vulnerable negotiations. Supercharged by Rostiel's thaumaturgy, however, it will be more likely to demolish inhibitions. Rostiel studies the blue tea, lifting it to her nose and breathing the smell in before taking a long sip. She notes the flavor, and then looks at the tea kettle.

Rostiel: I see that your class abilities are more immediately practical than mine. An unfortunate reality of the nature of a truth cleric.
Rostiel: Most of my abilities are blessings, of which must be given willingly and are not able to cause harm. I'm not sure if that will change. I'm beginning to regret my choice in occupation.

She takes another, longer sip. It was very true, she was extraordinarily impatient with how slow her class abilities would develop into anything interesting. She had done some study, trying to push her abilities further than what she was supposed to be able to do... but it would seem that the Deity of Truth wouldn't allow her to break her pacts.

She feels her perception start to shift, a steady but slow process that washes over her. Her vision becomes more colorful, and her muscles seem to want to relax. But that's not all... She looks Jabberwock in the eye, and gives her a very specific smirk.

Jabberwock: oh well you can always change
Jabberwock: its a little more complicated than starting your character over but there's quest routes to and from all the different occupations
Jabberwock: some of the stocks too
Jabberwock: but the quickest paths to the strongest powers are a little knotty ;)

Something thumps against the bottom of the table, causing the tea set to rattle. Jabberwock raises an eyebrow. Something was off, but it made things simpler.

Jabberwock: im not kidding when i say jandras been driving me up the walls
Jabberwock: she jerked me off once when we first logged in and hasn't even joked about lending me a hand
Jabberwock: her kind of demon has four
Rostiel: Oh, that sounds very interesting.

Rostiel leans towards her friend, setting her now empty cup down and leaning her elbows on the table, placing her face in her hands with her arms purposefully pushing her chest together, causing a significant amount of cleavage.

Rostiel: Kudoten is very willing to offer me a hand, but you know I‘ve never done well with too much monotony. She is significantly more interesting while we are in the game. She also chose a helltouched, but the sort with the talons. Her flesh is exceptionally visually pleasing, but one misses the simplicity of a long-time friend.

She smirks again when she says that. She frees one of her feet from her sandals, the base shoe (she hadn't played very much yet, even if she had done some research on her way here into her class), and lifts the bare foot onto Jabberwock's lap.

Rostiel: We haven‘t spoken in quite some time, have we? I suppose that‘s my fault. You‘ve always been the most extroverted of all of us.

Jabberwock leans back slightly and spreads her legs, her improvised bottoms slipping easily off of her throbbing dick. She sighs as the foot slides up her inner thigh to nestle into her downy fur. Her shaft rests warmly against the arch of Rostiel's foot.

Jabberwock: i dont know if thats a wild overestimate or a reflection on just how bad we all are at staying in touch
Jabberwock: i always have to set reminders for everyone's birthdays
Jabberwock: i totally forgot you were coming over
Jabberwock: im glad you did!
Jabberwock: i wish i knew how to show you my appreciation ;)

Rostiel starts to rub the soft sole of her foot gently into the doggirl's crotch, feeling herself warm up as she gets to know what's down there.

Rostiel: Mm. I'm sure you have some ideas. I know I do.

As she speaks, she slides her foot up the kobold's slick shaft, toes curling gently against it. The other foot snakes up a moment later, having been freed while both were distracted, and takes the lower place. This was all to tease, Rose told herself.

Rostiel: For one thing, you are the first canine kobold I've seen. I must say that I'm intrigued by your biology.
Rostiel: I would enjoy it if you showed me more.

Her tone says exactly what she means, as does the expression that comes over her face. Her cheeks are burning bright white, indicative of a blush in her stock, and she is biting a lip, leaving a slightly glowing bruise.

Jabberwock grinds against Rostiel's feet, a low sensual growl escaping her lips as soft toes push back her sheath. She reaches up with one of her paws, but doesn't have the coordination to grope around, too afraid of clawing Rostiel's perfect skin.

Jabberwock: i can
Jabberwock: i can make another kettle

She reaches under the table and pulls the latch holding it together, then slams it up into the wall, sundering the tea set. She pulls loose the sleeves of the borrowed shirt and exposes her anatomy.

Jabberwock: you take a lot of dick for a lesbian

Rostiel takes a moment to study Jabberwock's flesh, pausing her podalic ministrations to consider the ruby red of the rock hard cock for a long moment before she continues, moving both feet to stroke gently at the shaft. She looks Jabberwock directly in the eye before pushing herself towards one of the paws, moving a thigh specifically to push a claw hard into her skin, without a wince. She then responds.

Rostiel: While I’m sure I don’t need to tell you of all people that plenty of women have external genitalia, I must admit to a preference. I have never had intercourse with another cisgender woman in my life, nor a transgender man. However, I can tell that I would feel something was lacking, even if everything else was perfect.
Rostiel: The reason being that nothing quite satisfies me more than penetrative sex. Sometimes, not even a toy can suffice. That, and transgender woman are, to my eye, much more attractive on average than their cisgender counterparts. Not only that...

While she pauses her feet finally pull away, and the elf slides onto the floor, crawling over to Jabberwock's rock hard cock. She takes it in one hand, studying it, before giving it a kiss on what resembles a head.

Rostiel: I believe Freud would describe me as having an oral fixation. While I may consider most of his theories unsound, I would relent to that point alone. There's nothing quite like sucking a girl off, one may say.

As she finishes, she takes Jabberwock's cockhead into her mouth, swirling her tongue skillfully around, looking up at her at just the right angle to watch any reaction.

Jabberwock slides her lifted left paw over Rostiel's shoulder as she approaches, but if she had any response, it's caught in her throat as Rostiel's fingers close around the focus of her frustrations. Speechless, Jabberwock uses the fingers of her right hand to clear the hair out of Rostiel's eyes and tuck it behind her ear. With the elf's mouth occupied, Jabberwock's catches up with her mind.

Jabberwock: thats actually a refreshingly honest take
Jabberwock: ive dated a lot over the years and i usually get one of two types
Jabberwock: either its someone who wants me to pretend i was a girl my whole life
Jabberwock: just straight up ignore like half of my life
Jabberwock: or they have a really unrealistic idea of us being like
Jabberwock: the best of both world or whatever
Jabberwock: but you're totally right
Jabberwock: feminine dick is a whole different beast

If Rostiel could purr, she would've the moment Jabberwock pushed her hair back. She suckles some more, eyes half-lidding as she slowly inches down the kobold's cock, only half listening to Jade's response. She had a plan in mind for how she was going to go about this as she savored the texture and flavor. Jabberwock then laces her fingers through Rostiel's silver hair and shoves her nose into downy bush, shooting a gout of hot pre down the back of her tight throat.

All of that pre-thought was fully pushed out of her head as Rostiel was shoved the rest of the way down, glcking around the cock as her eyes roll back. She moans around the shaft, starting to gulp and suck on it with heavy eagerness, swirling her tongue over every inch she could reach. Her hands grip tight beneath Jabberwock's thighs, attempting to pull her hips up as to shove even more cock even deeper down wet, tight throat, the elf's nose burying even further and harder into the soft white fur covering her mons. Beneath Rostiel, under her flowing skirts, her lower lips twitch, already dripping just from the excitement of where she finds herself currently.

The only sounds the normally verbose girl can currently make are half moans and gulps, trying her best to not waste any breath while her airway is blocked by cockhead. Thankfully, Rose's experience and resulting lack of gag reflex had translated fully over to the game, allowing Rostiel to give Jabberwock the exact same experience that Rose might give Kanaya. Even so, the elf needs to breath, and indicates such by pushing up against the hand currently holding her down.

Jabberwock: youve got to wonder what kind of
Jabberwock: dev team this game had to have
Jabberwock: with all of the customization options
Jabberwock: and the staggering amount of artistry
Jabberwock: that had to go into it
Jabberwock: its totally unashamed of its source material
Jabberwock: just like you!! :)

Rostiel's eyes start to fill with tears as she's held down longer, but she does not relent in her suckles and gulps, eyes fluttering gently as dizziness starts to form. She didn't have the best lung capacity even with her predilections, so she can really feel the burn in her chest.

The kobold's babbling stream of consciousness begins to slow and hitch as Rostiel refuses to balk, and Jabberwock begins to buck against her handheld fucktoy. Each time Rostiel's throat clenches against Jabberwock's shaft, her voice trails in a growl. Still, they maintain eye contact until Jabberwock is overwhelmed and she drags Rostiel off her cock to lean in for a deep kiss, tasting the salty pre dripping down her lips.

As she's dragged off, Rostiel is unable to get more than a gasp of breath in before she's pulled into a deep kiss, but no part of her, except her lungs, wants to pull away for more. Instead, she greets it, shoving tongue into the caniform's mouth while attempting to breathe through her nose while she can.

Jabberwock feels Rostiel's lungs pulling against her. and she doubles down, pushing her free hand up Rostiel's back and lifting her off her knees, sealing her lips over the elf's nose, and wrapping her long fingers around the back of her skull. Jabberwock's dripping dick slaps against Rostiel's momentarily dangling thigh. Her bare feet a foot off the floor. Jabberwock presses the elf against her tits and feels Rostiel's diaphragm clenching.

She had this wayward moon elf's life in her maw.

Rostiel grasps hard to the doggirl's shoulders, not pushing her away or even trying to, but instead accepting this new experience. She feels her eyes start to sag as grip weakens, as her legs kick less and less powerfully. As she starts fading more, her body starts to fill with pure bliss...

Jabberwock feels the struggling weaken, and a spear of panic causes her to release Rostiel.

And then she's falling, collapsing onto her knees while coughing up pre, gasping for air between. During this all Rostiel is involuntarily moaning as a sudden and entirely unexpected orgasm rips through her, leading to a series of unwanted hiccups. But she has that under control shortly.

Jabberwock: oh rostiel!?

But even then, after all that, Rostiel grasps onto Jabberwocks hips, pulling her face back up to the shaft that cut off her air supply, and in one motion she takes the entire thing just as deep as she had it. She starts to bob and suck at it with a fervor one may not expect, showing to the no doubt shocked kobold that the elf was not only fine with that treatment, but she wants more.

Jabberwock: oh!!!
Jabberwock: thats right there you go
Jabberwock: you know your place
Jabberwock: youre lucky to have me here to save you from yourself
Jabberwock: wouldnt want your divine quest ending at the end of my cock
Jabberwock: you havent even had a chance to renounce your vows in search of blissful oblivion

Jade wasn't sure where this was coming from, but her panic is quickly soothed away by Rostiel's ministrations. Soon she's quieted again and pumping away at the elf's throat. A desperate foam pouring from Rostiel's nose around Jabberwock's shaft, and each time she thrusts in past where her cock tip bends down the elf's throat, her breathing stops. The slow and deliberate pumping is sapping away all concern for her as instincts scream within Jabberwock to knot her mount.

The elf bobs opposite of Jabberwock's thrusts as long as she can. At some point she closes her eyes in bliss, feeling herself get steadily dizzier and dizzier as she's denied regular breath. She does find a pattern to suck in breath through her nose, pushing it out only when her lungs are full. A hand reaches down, the other still clung to the kobold, and pushes panties aside to finger her soaking wet cunt.

Jabberwock gives in to the knotting impulse with a bestial growl, hunched over Rostiel and grasping her head with both hands. It's during one of her exhalations that Rostiel feels the hands grasp around her head, eyes opening halfway. Before she knows what's happening, the cock is shoving deep, and she feels a strange alien swell start to shove her jaws apart. Jabberwock thrusts one more time, pushing her growing knot past her sheath and stretching Rostiel's jaw until it clicks. A flood of cum fills Rostiel's nose before the head of the kobold's dick pushes down her throat, pouring cum directly into her stomach in waves. Before Rostiel can suck in breath, a burst of seed blocks her, the suck of breath suddenly becoming much more fluid, causing the poor elf to sputter out the rest of her air to expel the cum through her nose. Shortly after, she can't move air at all, the shaft filling her entire mouth and throat enough to completely remove her ability to breathe, a flood of seed pouring down her throat.

She doesn't even need to gulp, but she still does. But slowly, that stops, and her grip loosens, her arm falling to her side. She still works at herself though, dragging out another orgasm as her vision finally fades out, and her entire body goes slack.

... In the darkness that comes after, Rostiel has no sense of space, no sense of time. But she has a sense of being, somehow. A sense of being within void, a singular point of light against the sea of black. She begins to coalesce around that single point, growing that sense of being into a reflection of being. This sense of herself looks into the yawning abyss, the darkness beneath the firmament that beings from outside of this space aren't supposed to witness. But she is witnessing. Seeing despite being blind. She peers through the inky black, the void thick with the whispers and dreams of hundreds of subconsciousnesses, including of those from previous failed worlds built upon the same firmament.

A drive fills her chest, one that causes her to seek further, deeper into this realm that existed before the world her body was dreaming the dream of life within.

In that darkness she swears she can see movement. In the echoes of primal fears, Rostiel swears she can hear gnashing teeth, swears she can feel infinite eyes staring into her soul, into her very being. Rose finds herself naked in front of these beings, aware suddenly that even her physical self is not beyond this gaze. And she feels a slick black tentacle, textured like primordial ooze, sliding up her leg, and another invisible tendril curls around her throat...

Rostiel comes too face down in a pool of cum. The cum has poured out of her and around a pile of rough gemstones and bundles of herbs spread haphazardly over the soft bed which the moon elf finds herself laying across. There is a window beside the bed. It's getting late. Rostiel's silver hair is matted against her face, obscuring her vision of the other side of the room. Her arms are numb, she can't brush the hair aside.

The world jolts.

Her clothes are off. She knows because she can feel her tits slide against the cum slicked bed spread. She can also now feel her wrists pressed against her back, pinned together by one heavy padded paw. The shaggy weight behind her comes slamming into her again, and this time she can feel the bestial member sliding home inside her. Knife-like teeth dig into her shoulder, and she's filled once more, stomach swelling with the knotted pressure of kobold seed delivered directly to her womb. In this world she is reawakening to, there is very little she can be certain of, but she knows in that moment she has been bred.

The Jabberwock cackles and slides forward on top of her mate, her thick coat of white fur enveloping the nude elf. Cramped arms are released and a pair of forepaws stretch into view. Something has changed.

Jabberwock: i really needed that :)

Rostiel groans as her mind awakens more, as numbness fades towards sharp tingling. She's panting, and she doesn't know why. Maybe if she hadn't felt so confused, she may have remembered something about the side effects of asphyxiation, but right now any thoughts in her head formed sluggish and slippery. She doesn't understand why she feels so giddy either, but even as her muscles twitch and refuse to listen to her desires, she feels on top of the world. She groans beneath the kobold, trying to shift around to see if she can figure out what changed. After all, that's the one thing she can hold onto, beyond that strange dream.

Rostiel: Jabberwock, what happened? I was in a dark palace, full of ink and monster titties...

She knows what she just said wasn't right, but her blued lips were refusing to say what she meant to say. She squirms some more, feeling the knot stretching out her now well-bred insides. Was she pregnant? She didn't know. Would that be a problem? She didn't know that either.

All of that not knowing made her smile, eyes drifting a bit shut. She was tired, but she forced herself to stay awake. After a long, sticky thought-ed moment, she finally speaks again.

Rostiel: Wait, did you always have paws?

Jabberwock rolls to the side, pulling Rostiel over with her. A fluffy dogs head lols under her arm, already napping. Turning her own head brings Rostiel face to short muzzle with a second head, alert and panting. This dog's head's mouth doesn't form the words when Jabberwock speaks.

Jabberwock: monster titties? nice!!!
Jabberwock: the witches have a magical overdrive form, and this is what that is for kobolds
Jabberwock: i dont know why it has three heads
Jabberwock: its pretty neat though :) ;) :°
Rostiel: No, no, I'm not uh. Oh, hello.

She greets the extra head, offering it a pat. The feeling of the cock still inside of her, holding the cum in to ensure that the pregnancy takes, fills her with warmth. Honestly, this entire situation is great. Except...

She waves a hand, and suddenly, the bed is dry and soft. A blessing. Now, she is truly comfy. She pushes backwards into her kobold lover, sighing as she enjoys her body's warmth.

Rostiel: I'm not sure why I'm thinking about my servant at the moment. I feel guilty. I'm wondering how I'll explain this to her.
Rostiel: It's like some part of me sees her as—

Rostiel pauses, her head suddenly sharply aching as two identities tug at one soul. She tenses for a moment, but then relaxes.

Jabberwock: you mean your *helltouched* servant?
Jabberwock: yeah i would say you are probably better off ignoring any sentiment you hold toward her
Rostiel: That doesn't matter actually. Not right now.
Rostiel: Tell me what being a witch is like.
Jabberwock: being a witch is great because you get all of the power with none of the strings
Jabberwock: but also theres literally no strings
Jabberwock: like i am exiled from my pack for dabbling in sorcery :) :( :°

The Jabberwock rests her huge paws on Rostiel's shoulders as the elf settles into her fur. The smiling dogs head cackles as she's being pet.

Jabberwock: but oh the things i learn from the grimoire!!!
Jabberwock: i am happy to be a witch!
Jabberwock: and i am very happy to be trans!!
Jabberwock: and i am very very happy to have your blessings on our little pack!!! :) :) :°
Jabberwock: i am sure that we will be able to learn something that can be used against the lords of hell
Rostiel: You're correct, I suppose...

Rostiel is disquieted by the idea of forgetting her feelings for Kudoten. Half of her knows it to be the better of the options, but the other holds fast to the feelings, sharply. The idea of giving those feelings up, after this especially, made her head hurt again, and her vision doubled. After a moment she continued, her soul quieting.

Rostiel: Hm. What do you know of things beyond the hells, then? Beyond our realm, in the darkness.
Rostiel: What do you know of the horrorterrors?
Rostiel: Clerics of Truth supposedly work to resist their influence in our realm, but I can tell you that I know very little of them. The knowledge imparted to me was mostly in regards to keeping the light of truth as a means to scare them away.
Rostiel: Hell matters not. There are deeper truths, and I believe they may have been hidden on purpose. For what end, I do not know. Perhaps it has something to do with our history, but why?

She snuggles back once again, wriggling her hips to get comfortable. She wondered about the sorcerer, about the world she knew was external to their own. Did the Sorcerer gain his power through the horrorterrors? Did he reach to the world outside, reshaping this one through forces unimaginable to those who existed within?

Rostiel sighs, pulling out a journal to very shakily note down her thoughts before they faded. She already felt the sticky sap they were forming in melting. She really needed to get to a healer priest to solve this. As for now, once those questions were down, she put her journal back away before letting herself forget.

Rostiel: Am I a part of this little pack of yours now that I'm bearing your seed? I don't remember agreeing to being bred.

Her tone is teasing, and to punctuate she grinds backwards against the kobold's crotch.

The perpetually smiling pup looks sheepish. If she was being honest, the Jabberwock had not thought this through. Once the dam broke and her minds filled with racing thoughts the source of which were beyond her to retain. All she knew is that she hadn't been satisfied, wouldn't be satisfied, until she had properly sired offspring.

Jabberwock: if you want them to be
Jabberwock: i didnt know if you would be awake before you had them
Jabberwock: kobolds breed very quickly
Jabberwock: the perfect loyal footsoldiers :) :) :°
Rostiel: Mm. I always wanted to have children. I cannot promise I'd be a good mother, but the desire has always been there. Kudoten—

Kudoten? Half of her was confused by the mention, but the other was not. She decided to move on.

Rostiel: I can't say I mind bearing your offspring because of that, nor do I mind terribly doing this again. While I'm conscious, this time.
Jabberwock: oh as often as you will let me sweet rostiel
Jabberwock: and whatever state of consciousness you so desire ;) ;) :°
Jabberwock: i do worry
Jabberwock: as a sire does for her brood mother :) ;) :°
Jabberwock: that this demon is taking up a lions share of your thoughts
Jabberwock: diverting your attention from standing as a bulwark against evil :) :( :°
Jabberwock: the horror terrors are the dangers in the moat that separates us from hell
Jabberwock: not even old scratch himself would tread where they lie
Jabberwock: that is why the moon
Jabberwock: your charge
Jabberwock: is so so important

The Jabberwock looks out the window at the moon, full and bright in the sky, ever-looming on the isteach horizon. The palid circle calls to her instincts, but her years of worshiping the moon were behind her.

Rostiel: The Helltouched? Why would she. She doesn't take up any significance to my mind.
Rostiel: I don't want to talk about her. Helltouched are not the focus of the clerics of truth, they are the focus of our brothers and sisters.
Rostiel: I am simply questioning what my church taught me. Much like you questioned the recieved knowledge of your kind.

That is said with some bitterness, both sides full in agreement that the Jabberwock shouldn't blame the Helltouched for her cynicism.

Rostiel: The Helltouched is bound through Moon Rune pacts. She cannot affect myself nor my familiar in any way I deem unnecessary or unfit.
Rostiel: You would do well to stay out of business of mine that you do not understand.
Jabberwock: i see of course

She didn't see, if she was completely honest. Did she want to be part of the pack or didn't she? The Jabberwock decides she won't let it ruin the night. Rostiel, however, sighs to herself, taking a moment before she speaks again.

Rostiel: Listen, I understand your concern. I do. Right now, I'm just confused.
Rostiel: After I awoke, it's been like there are two voices in my mind. One of them my own, and the other something else.
Rostiel: Don't worry, I will be alright. I am going to go to a healer on the morrow, and see what they have to say about the side effects of my unconsciousness.
Rostiel: I will be less confused then, I assure you.
Rostiel: I swear, you and her meddle too much.

Chapter 21: A Tale of Two Kitties

Summary:

Nepeta meets a new friend at the ball (Dany/Dave)
Tags: Soul binding, physical transformations, a change of genitalia, reference to soul absorption, soul burning

At the edge of the ball, far from the chaotic epicenter of socialization and overstimulation, a single savannah cat sits. She has come to this event in the hopes of meeting back up with the friend she joined the game with, who had been strangely quiet in the days since. Sure, she hadn't tried to message Terezi herself, but she saw she was online. All the girl could wonder was if she were mad about what happened, an anxiety brewing over the day or so that has passed since. It wouldn't make sense... But anxiety seldom does.

This pre-existing social anxiety had only compounded with the ball, even if most of the players were more caught up in themselves. She hadn't been able to get much into role when she was stuck worrying she might have somehow ruined one of her longest lasting friendships. So she sits at the edge, hunched and drawing, something out of character for Nyalateph the Hunter, Shaman of the Nethali suntribe, minor sub branch of the larger Datheti suntribe, but something very very in character for Nepeta the student and stoner with an undiagnosed anxiety disorder.

Danyali, on the other hand, was deeply in character. Really, the now two bottles of Ardent Spicewine in her system made it so that wasn't really an option. At this point, she could only go along for the ride, all possible anxiety forgotten.

Somehow, because a kind-hearted soul decided she needed hydration and sent her to fetch drinks, she finds herself walking by a cute little cat scribbling away at a sketchpad. On a whim, she suddenly approaches the girl.

Danyali: ohmygog are you liek
Danyali: drawing or something??
Danyali: yo you gotta show me that shit

Nyala looked up at her with a start, clutching the sketchpad to her chest. She laughs and shakes her head, nervously.

Nyalateph: :33 < oh uh hi uh
Nyalateph: :33 < yeah i am!
Nyalateph: :33 < but uh its not that good...
Danyali: oh come on show me!
Danyali: i wanna see nya!~

Dany quickly covers her mouth before giggling. She was finding that cute little noise tumbling out of her entirely accidentally, but thankfully it's unintentional application here causes Nyala to smile and laugh together with her.

Nyalateph: :33 < okay!
Nyalateph: :33 < guess the cat's out of the bag anyway...

Nyala turns to show her work to the severely intoxicated ball kitten who has to take a moment to focus on the work in front of her. Anyone who knew the series would have immediately recognized that she is a very popular fan-artist in the scene around the game, amongst other fandoms of course, but even at the best of times, neither Dany nor her currently silent player would recognize that. Instead, Dany gasps at the sight of the gesture drawing of a stout little Shetland centaur, perhaps a bit over dramatically.

Danyali: ohmigogs that's so good!
Danyali: oh you have to draw me now!
Danyali: oh but i cant really model for you nya...
Danyali: i don't have a vip pass to get into those rooms!
Danyali: i mean not to like
Danyali: make you go into one thatd be like creepy shit
Danyali: like im gonna offer you some catnip candy if you go in there with me or something
Danyali: hey like come on little cutie art kitty
Danyali: i gots some treats for you!
Danyali: no like just so i can like
Danyali: model good and stuff for you or whatever, you know?

Nyala nods at Dany, taking a moment to think. She doesn't have a pass either. She puts her drawing pad away for now before rocking herself onto her feet, standing just a bit taller than the winged cat.

Nyalateph: :33 < *she stands and thinks for a meowment, stroking her chin thoughtfully*
Danyali: lol meowment
Nyalateph: :33 < ssh sh sh let me think
Nyalateph: :33 < *she looks around, tail flicking thoughtfurry*
Danyali: hehe

She stops narrating her actions for just a second as she scans the crowd. She's not sure what she's looking for, but... That's when she sees a vaguely familiar frogman getting a drink thrown in his face, before the twinky minotaur he was flirting with stomps off. She glances at his hand, where she can see a private room pass.

Nyalateph: :33 < i have a purrfect idea
Nyalateph: :33 < subtle as a cat
Nyalateph: :33 < we get that guy to let us in!

Dany looks over, and nods enthusiastically before the two start hatching a plan to seduce the frog, giggling all the while.

Eridan was having a rough stag night at the hoppin'est ball this weekend. He had been a systematic fisher in this sea of sirens, making a note of groups as they enter, observing who strayed on their own, referencing the cash shop prices for his own, custom, meticulously balanced gear score... All of that had been a waste of time it turns out. The last guest to clear beluga on the whale-o-meter had just treated his semipermeable amphibious skin to a very expensive consolation prize.

Hope yet reigned that he'd at least get some action, because a couple of girls were eyeing the private room pass he was just offering the minotaur. What had not evinced his membership among the elite would evidently pull some wandering plus ones. He moves in for the opening salvo.

Erebus: hey there kittens wwho ordered frog legs?

The moment his mouth opened, Nyala knew she knew him outside of the game. But instead of making this obvious, she just smiled while her more intoxicated friend giggled.

Danyali: like youre funny
Danyali: and cute!

Nyala looked at her new friend for just a moment. Was this girl being real? Oh, she was just that drunk. Well, she might as well play along.

Nyalateph: :33 < hey you have a pass!
Nyalateph: :33 < me and my furiend here want to go see a private room
Nyalateph: :33 < can you take us?
Danyali: oh ive already seen plenty
Danyali: the spicewine they keep in there is so good!
Danyali: its super tasty you gotta try some!
Nyalateph: :33 < uh... maybe i will!

Nyala watches as Dany gets closer before leaning willingly against the frog with a giggle. Watching her, she decided that she wouldn't be trying the spicewine actually. Especially as she watched Dany push her chest against him. At least it'd get them in the door.

Erdian, however, attributes the white sphinx's ease of access to her low rent nature. He reaches out and cups her hip through the window in her dress and runs his fingers through her fur.

Erebus: thats wwhat im talkin aboat
Erebus: might be yer only chance a gettin a taste
Erebus: this one knowws what shes talkin about
Erebus: lets go on in and you can showw me your appreciation

Dany purrs at the touch, biting her lip before leaning more into him. It almost seems like some part of her knows she shouldn't be this easy, but any inhibitions have long been drowned in the liquor.

Nyala follows cautiously, watching with some concern as the other cat's all over the shithead frog. She wasn't sure this was a good idea... But also, she couldn't just leave her with that guy! So she continues on behind them, making sure nothing too weird happens. She tunes back in, listen to the albino catgirl ramble on about.. something.

Danyali: so me and my sis live in this mansion in locas
Danyali: its really nice and big and its got all the best new sciencey stuff
Danyali: and like that city has so many good tailors!
Danyali: ohmygogs this silk they got there is so good!
Danyali: it doesnt even ever bunch up with my fur and its super good at temperature stuff
Danyali: it feels like im basically walking around naked sometimes though haha
Danyali: i mean not that i walk around naked enough to like
Danyali: know what that feels like or whatever
Danyali: even if my brothers back on the islands would sometimes steal my clothes!
Danyali: it was like i guess since i was basically the only girl there like
Danyali: they were just being horny boys about it like
Danyali: but uh anyway
Erebus: your sis sounds like my kind a gill
Erebus: maybe you should invvite me ovver sometime
Erebus: here

Erebus spins his knobby webbed hand and produces a palm sized amethyst with a jagged monogram w. The sister of a whale might be enough of a catch for the night.

Erebus: use that and ill come wwherevver you are
Erebus: anywway here wwe are
Erebus: just past these doors is all a the fuckin spicewwine you could ask for
Erebus: and if you wwant to get naked no ones stoppin you

Dany takes the sparkly stone and studies it for a moment before putting it in her own inventory, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek before going towards the doors.

Danyali: thanks so much!
Danyali: ill make sure to call you whenever i need you~

Nyala sidles up, looking at the frog with an innocent, roguish grin.

Nyalateph: :33 < hey you know what would be just purrfect?
Nyalateph: :33 < if we had some snacks too
Nyalateph: :33 < how about you give us the pass and we get ready for you?
Nyalateph: :33 < and then you can grab us some tasty treats!
Erebus: i like a girl wwith an appetite
Erebus: as you wwish

He hands off the pass, an ornate clockwork style key in bronze. The door is a dark mahogany and carved to resemble the clocktower looming outside. Cod damn this place is full of fuckin clocks. Erebus hops to, disappearing back into the crowd to gather a plate or two from the buffet.

Nyala nods, quickly grabbing the other cat and leading her through the door. Once they pass through the ornate doorway, the key staying with them thankfully, they find themselves in a small hallway with many doors to seperate instances of private rooms. There are carapacians running around, serving the rooms. Dany stops one of them, smiling and leaning her chest against him before asking him a question.

Danyali: hey again!
Danyali: yeah i know ive been through a lot haha
Danyali: anyway if a frog boy tries to get in here pretend we arent here
Danyali: maybe even dont let him in without his key
Danyali: say we left for my house or something okay?
Danyali: thanks!

She gives the somehow blushing bug man a kiss where his cheek might be, followed by a hug, before following Nyala into one of the rooms with a mischievous giggle

The room is, disappointingly, one of the least interesting instances Dany had seen. The furniture a bit less comfortable, and there's only a bottle of the Light Ardent! She sighs at the sight of it, flopping onto the simple chaise lounge with a huff.

Nyala, however, was a bit enamored by the furniture and the bottle. This had been the fanciest place she'd found herself in for the entire game. She sat in the armchair across from the chaise, looking over the archipelago cat.

Nyalateph: :33 < so you wanted to model?
Danyali: oh right!
Danyali: give me a second
Danyali: i gotta do it right

Only a second later and the cat was taking all of her clothes off, Nyala's face quickly getting very warm under her fur. The other catgirl was very attractive, and Nyala's eyes couldn't help but roam over the soft curves... nor could she help staring a bit at the soft junk hanging between Dany's soft legs.

Danyali: oh dont worry she doesnt work any more
Danyali: or maybe sorry for that haha
Nyalateph: :33 < *she nods and looks back at the other cat's face* "oh it's no pawblem!"

In spite of her self narration, Nyala was still staring, feeling her body get a bit warm. Her eyes bounce away when she notices the other cat move to grab the solitary bottle, pouring each of them a glass of the light spicewine, offering one to Nyala.

Nyala takes it and sniffs it gently, before taking a big gulp. The warmth fills her quickly, and she finds herself sighing from the flavor. She looks back at Dany, watching in surprise as she chugs the entire thing down in one go.
After another moment, Dany lays herself out in a very standard pose, smiling over at Nyala.

Danyali: is this good cutie?

She doesn't respond, instead, she pulls out her drawing book and starts sketching, trying to ignore the feeling between her legs as the spicewine thrums through her. Her poor little kitty is already dripping, especially not helped by how she hadn't been able to cum for the past few nights... She never could when she was too stressed.

Dany watches for a while boredom growing. She wasn't ever a fan of being patient, after all, and the heat flowing and mixing with the already extant poison in her system causes her to squirm. After a moment, her hand finds its way to her crotch, massaging the flaccid princess and her useless balls until the tiny shaft starts to firm up, still barely a half chub for someone with a fully functional shaft, but it was the hardest she had been in years.

The next time Nyala looks up from her sketch, her eyes immediately shoot to the now dripping little clitty, before shamefully crawling over the gasping body, watching those soft breasts for a moment before her eyes meet the half lidded eyes of the other girl...

She sets the drawing pad down, feeling her hands get clumsy. The thing despawns immediately, saving the drawings elsewhere while removing itself from the game's reality as the girl once holding it remembers she's never been able to draw. What kind of shaman, what kind of huntress would do something as unnecessary for their craft as that kind of art?

With the fading of her ability comes a rise in confidence, a sharp desire, a sharp need taking the place of all that useless knowledge. She raises to her feet, swaying over to the other cat while untying the knots holding her loose shaman clothing together, all the stuff falling to the ground as she goes. She pushes the other cat onto her back, straddling her hips with a grin, her slick slit pushed right up against that soft shaft.

Nyalateph: :33 < you know i have a pawssible spell that might be fun
Nyalateph: :33 < do you want to try it?

Dany can only nod, gasping at the feeling of the other girl grinding down on her. Nyala grins, raising her hand, swirling her fingers around while chanting a chant in the ancient tongue of her people. As she does, a glow from within her breasts grows before pouring down her stomach, taking some of the soft mass with them. For a moment, it causes her to have a potbelly, and then her pussy puffs up, before her clit swells a little bit.

She reaches down with a moan, stroking fingers along her elongated clit as the soul pushes into it, the proto-shaft growing and shaping, using the spirit within as fuel to convert her clit into a fully functional, fully erect ten inch shaft that dwarfs the other cat's girldick. After another moment, Nyala yowls out while clenching her gut, the last of the soul flowing into her ovaries and pushing them down, down, sealing her labia before finally dropping the once ovaries now proto-testes into her new sack, another soul flowing into her balls and converting into fresh, hot seed and defining the final details of her new cock and balls.

The soul in her cock was the soul of an altogether different kind of kobold she had eaten, one that wasn't forcibly taken by Hades like her first meal. She could feel his influence guide the shape of her new appendage. The second soul, melted down into a mindless orgasm ready to splat, was an axolotl that she had caught unawares. Both were once sentient, but both had been trapped in her body for long enough that their entire personality had almost burnt away, leaving only nearly mindless energy for the cat to use for her own purposes.

Dany stares down, moaning again as the other cat stops straddling. She feels her legs get lifted, and instinctively wraps her legs around her new friend's waist as the fresh cock head prods at her needy hole. This wouldn't be her first time, even ignoring her sordid history of trysts. Rather, this was at least her third time at this ball itself, so her hole was already ready and willing for the shaft now pressing into her, the hot flesh dragging a desperate nya of pleasure from her chest.

The desperate mewl only drives Nyala on, the shaman picking up her pace with little care for the girl beneath her. After all, she wanted this, and the gasps and moans and yowls of pleasure only proved that. She could feel the souls within her new shaft and balls trying to drag themselves back together as the bulbous knott ties the two lovers together, but every thrust disrupts the little selfhood they had left.

Nyalateph was excited to feel that axolotl's last remaining existence shoot into the other girl's hole. The idea was making her new cockhead drip, its barely-extant thoughts dripping out with the remains of its equally unfortunate ally's concept of language. Their half-hearted objections were hers alone to savor.

The cum, full of the remains of the unfortunate axolotl's soul, causes a sharp, pleasurable thrum to fill Dany's rear, the girl gasping and moaning more as her eyes roll back in her head. Unbeknownst to either catgirl, the soul energy was transferring from Nyala's cock into Dany's rear, the already plush ass growing in thickness and her hips and thighs swelling along with it, along with her breasts and a bit of paunch in her belly. Every thrust adds another millimeter of thickness to the other girl, dragging the power away from her mate's cock, making both transformations steadily permanent without more soul energy to burn the cock back into a pussy.

The shaman groans as the transformations solidify, causing the half-numb feeling of her cock become extremely heady, filling her with a deep need to rut. She leans down into the other girl, grasping her close with her desperate paws, claws digging into white flesh and causing red streaks from the slicing of skin as the other cat does the same to her tawny pelt, the sound of balls slapping against thickening ass cheeks fills the room.

With a final thrust and a shared loud yowl of pleasure, Nyala drains any remaining energy from the two former souls into her new mate, the white furred catgirl's body finally swelling another inch, a full two inches of fat added to her most pleasing of curves. She was going to need her new clothes altered.

The claws of the dominant cat dig into the now plusher ass, feeling the last threads of a now deleted soul flow out of her. She shudders before grinning down at the other cat. She pulls her into a deep, deep kiss, the two rough tongues tangling for a surprisingly extended period of time.

When they finally pull away, both are blushing and giggling while looking into each others eyes. Dany feels her heart's rapid flutter against the steady, regular beating of the shaman's heart.

Nyalateph: :33 < you should join my clan
Nyalateph: :33 < i'm the only one left
Nyalateph: :33 < the rest...

She doesn't continue, but her smile doesn't fade. Dany doesn't even think to question, instead answering:

Danyali: o-okay
Danyali: wait what does that mean we are
Nyalateph: :33 < it means our souls are bonded

She leans back down, pulling the other into a gentler, nicer kiss... Before biting down hard, causing a yelp of pain from the other as the two's bloods mix. The pain suddenly fades, followed by a quick rush, the feeling of the two souls making a bond. Not a strong bond like the cleric made with her familiar, no, but a bond of kinship and love. As of now, the two are able to summon each other and speak to each other no matter what.

The shaman pulls away and grins again as the wounds fade. Dany looks up at her new clan leader, a feeling of comfort and familiarity resting in her heart. She pulls her new lover into another kiss, rolling on top of her and straddling her hips, grinding down into that hard shaft and ready to consummate the new union.

Chapter 22: Lore Accur8te

Summary:

Aranea meddles with a player who is lost in the sauce (Terezi).
Tags: Tentacles, Loredumps

The night is stretching on, and still Trizzl has not secured access to the lauded private rooms at the beta backer ball despite being a vocal beta backer. Granted, she didn't contribute monetarily to the game in the order of magnitude some of these other, better dressed guests had. None of these cretins understood where they were. Trizzl steps out on the balcony. Mirror-polished tiles bathe the guests in haunting pale-green moonlight. A clocktower looms in the distance. Guests are more focused on catching glimpses under the dresses of those who chose to wore them.

Trizzl is wearing a rare drop from a prospitan noble: the fabric of spacetime draped from gold armlets and collar. It was the ceremonial garb of the prophetesses. The loose, hanging fabric clings to her smooth silver ventral and aubagene keeled scales, and she is giving anyone looking a full view of her undertail. Looting a sufficiently rare set of vanity underclothes would have taken too much time.

She settles against the balcony rail, back to one of the tall, serpentine pillars, and takes out a book and a phoenix feather pen. Whoever they had on the lore was getting a lot of really critical history wrong. They weren't even respecting any of the accepted expanded universe, and that just wasn't any way to treat hardcore fans. On the floor, establishing connections, she had to keep things pent up, but this had become her her favorite method of letting off steam: redlining copies of the in-world lore.

Aredvi: I am not sure which would 8e sadder: the idea that you came out here to make this o8vious 8id for my attention, either not knowing whether I would 8e here, or having almost prescient knowledge of my work schedule... or the thought that you just do this with your free time.

Trizzl looks past her reading material to find one of the deep sea merfolk from Fantasy Spawn: Dream Wanker. They differed from the newer serpentine models in that they had an octopus's hood and tentacles. This was part of their challenge in the game because of the whole vagina dentata situation. It was the first time Terezi encountered nostril fucking. Choosing that model for the merfolk stock was a neat choice that spoke to some level of lore knowledge, but the fact was Trizzl did not know Aredvi.

Trizzl: 1 DON'T KNOW YOU, 1F TH4T H3LPS N4RROW 1T DOWN.
Aredvi: That is my 8ook you are vandalizing.

Trizzl turns the book to read the merfolk's name off the cover. She frowns, impressed, and turns back to the merfolk.

Trizzl: YOU W1N L1K3 4 F4NF1C CONT3ST?
Aredvi: In some ways the lottery of 8irth is the ultimate fanfic contest. These games are 8ased on my mother's 8ooks, but I have written every piece of in game lore featured in every Fantasy Spawn game, excepting, of course, the actual fanfic contest winner, whose text for "The Trials of Lemonsnout" featured in Fantasy Spawn Tactics: Re: Quip.
Trizzl: Y34H T3R3Z1 PYROP3, TH4T W4S MY SUBM1SS1ON.

Aredvi's inky eyes glisten, and the bioluminescent lure hanging over her head shifts through a mix of colors before growing pale with composure.

Aredvi: Surely, it is too much to assume that everything you find o8jectionable in that text was a concession I made in the name of staying on the project.

Aredvi approaches and finds a respectfully distant length of banister to lounge against. Trizzl takes her in fully for the first time. The merfolk is wearing a dress built up to resemble coral which barely covers her dusky cerulean skin. In the mirrored tile floor, the blade drake catches a glimpse of her beak, shrouded by a hood of seething tentacles. Arms, technically, but you can't just say arms in mixed company even in the context of cephalopods and expect to be understood by anyone who isn't a marine biologist. Besides, she also had humanoid arms. Terezi makes the magnanimous choice to forgive herself the technicality.

The pause stretches, and Trizzl notices she's been caught gawking.

Trizzl: W3LL FOR ON3, TH3 H3LLTOUCHED 4R3 PL4Y4BL3, L1K3 A N3W PL4Y3R 1S GONN4 G3T HOW TO ROL3PL4Y TH3M. 1N TH1S BOOK YOU S4Y TH3 D4RK C4RN1V4L W4S M3R3LY S34L3D 4W4Y, BUT 8L4D3 TH3 SKY 3LF WOULDN'T H4V3 DISM4NTL3D TH3 MOON CORPS3, K1LL1NG F43R FR34K1NG G1RLFR1END 1N TH3 PROC3SS, 1F F43 W4SN'T R34DY TO 8R8K H8DS!
Trizzl: OH 4ND BL4D3 1S 4 WHOL3 TYP3 OF 3LV3S NOW?
Aredvi: If I might interject on my own behalf, you and I both know anyone who read that book was going to make a '8lade the sky elf' if we didn't make that background a discrete option and retcon a reason for the streets to be crowded with them.
Aredvi: Now, I had to cut Mothrix altogether because the original CEO insisted on that demon clown 8 plot getting featured front and center.
Aredvi: I mean, think about it for one second. If anything can be helltouched, what are these helltouched made from? The only humans in the books were the couple that got isekai'ed.
Trizzl: OH TH4TS 4WFUL! >:[
Trizzl: 1 THOUGHT TH3Y W3R3 CORRUPT F4UN.
Aredvi: No, they were designed by some kind of foot fetishist, they have every kind of feet other than cloven.

Intrigued, Trizzl sends the book and pen back to her inventory and pushes off of the pillar. She wasn't the size of the consorts anymore, being tainted by Viskir's womb, and Aredvi wasn't especially tall, so their height difference was only a matter of a head or so.

Trizzl realizes something, and can immediately feel the heat rising in her cheeks.

Trizzl: 1 D1DN'T R3CR34T3 8L4D3.
Trizzl: 1 M4D3 4 KOBOLD.
Trizzl: TH3 WHOL3 BL4D3 TH1NG 1S B3C4US3 OF HYJ1NKS. >:]
Trizzl: 1 KNOW 1T'S USU4LLY TH3 OTH3R W4Y 4ROUND BUT TH3R3 W4S 4 F4UN 1NVOLV3D.

Aredvi blinks at this for a moment, her lure shifting to a compassionate blue. Her inky eyes probe at Trizzl, obviously taking her in for the first time.

Aredvi: Oh, you are that ko8old.
Trizzl: TH4T KOBOLD?

The merfolk slides over, closing the remainder of the distance between them. Her skirt of tentacles brush against the drake's bare legs. In an instant, Aredvi's dress was gone, a figment of her cephalopod camouflage. Her skin ripples away the textures and colors.

Aredvi: The ko8old that gets into hyjinks.

Trizzl whirls around, searching for anyone who is watching, but she had picked out her reading nook carefully, and there were lower hanging fruit for the milling dancers to ogle. When her eyes land back on Aredvi, the coral dress has returned.

Trizzl: 4CTU4LLY THOS3 HYJ1NKS W3R3 A HUG3 ORG14ST1C MO381US R34CH 4ROUND 4ND 1'D R4TH3R NOT R3V1S1T TH3M.
Aredvi: Oh, I wouldn't dream of dragging you through that whole process again, except to plum8 your memory for the sensations and descriptors, no; and 8esides, from what I gathered that was a glitch in the tutorial zones.
Trizzl: 83L13V3 1T OR NOT 1 DON'T R3M3M83R MUCH.

Trizzl's gaze falls and she clutches her arm. She had lost a lot of time. One moment she was getting hyped up for a new game with Nepeta, and the next it was a day later and her head was full of lingering memories that weren't hers.

Trizzl: 8UT GOOD TO KNOW YOU GUYS F1GUR3D 1T OUT. 1M GU3SS1NG TH3 TOS H4S 4N 4R81TR4T1ON CL4US3.

Noticing Trizzl's sudden vitriol, Aranea slips into a more professional tenor.

Aredvi: That is not exactly my department, 8ut I am likewise sure that sort of thing has 8een covered by our legal department. I am truly sorry your experience was not favora8le. Your contri8utions to my mothers legacy... financial and textual... are invaluable. Your application of the murder mystery genre in a fantasy setting was inspired.
Trizzl: OH, 1 D1DN'T KNOW YOU H4D R34D 1T.
Aredvi: Another advantage of riding my mother's coattails is that I can afford to 8e very discerning a8out what gets added to the intellectual property. You had me convinced it was Pucefoot.

Over Aredvi's shoulder, Trizzl sees Nyalateph walk into the private rooms with a white winged sphinx. Her name is openly advertised over the sky elf psychic field: Danyali. They had met while Trizzl was casing the ball. Some kind of fighter smurf. Maybe she should visit with her again if she survives her encounter with Nyala.

Terezi relaxes, schooling herself to tamp down the paranoia and sniping and enjoy this once in a lifetime interview with the daughter of one of her favorite authors.

Trizzl: 1 TH1NK TH4T'S MY F4VOR1T3 TH1NG TO H34R FROM P3OPL3 WHO H4V3 BOTH3R3D TO R34D 1T. 3V3RYON3 SUSP3CTS SOM3ON3 D1FF3R3NT. MY MO- 3R, 4N 3X OF M1N3 TR13D TO CONV1NC3 M3 TO CH4NG3 TH3 3ND1NG SO SH3 COULD B3 TH3 ON3 TO DO 1T. NO 3V1D3NC3, JUST 4N OUT OF NOWH3R3 CR1M3 OF OPPORTUN1TY.
Aredvi: Oh, no offense to your ex, 8ut that is an a8solutely rancid way to end a mystery. I have a sibling like that. Always has to 8e the center of attention. A8solutely exhausting. Do you have any si8lings?
Trizzl: Y34H BUT W3 GOT SPL1T UP 1N TH3 D1VORC3. NO B4D BLOOD, W3 W3R3 JUST H34D3D 1N D1FF3R3NT D1R3CT1ONS. WOULD B3 N34T TO T4LK TO H3R 4G41N.

Aredvi draws even closer and reaches out to put a hand on Trizzl's arm. The drake's skin is hot to the touch, like a dying coal. Trizzl shivers and her gaze stops its wandering to sink into the midnight pools of Aredvi's eyes. It's like lowering her poached egg of a brain into an ice water bath. Terezi is suddenly lucid and relaxed. She leans forward and falls into the merfolk's tentacle-y clutches.

Trizzl: 4NYON3 3V3R T3LL YOU YOU'R3 N1C3 TO L1ST3N TO? YOU SHOULD R3CORD 4UD1OBOOKS.

This makes Aranea laugh, slipping once again out of her shallow pool of immersion. Going under was hard. Getting into character when everything around you brings back another memory of the real world. A few more arms wrap themselves around the drake as she puts her weight on Aredvi.

Aredvi: I get that quite a 8it, actually. You want to go somewhere a little quieter so I can read you your favorite story from the deep lore and you can ask all of your 8urning questions?

It's inflected like a question, but worded as a suggestion, and Trizzl nods along. That sounded really nice, actually. Her smoothed out mind is filled with hundreds of thousands of words worth of lore, like a literary tsunami washing away her Machiavellian conspiracy boards. The only through line is a connection between two points that made the wicked drake cackle.

Trizzl: YOU'R3 NOT LUR1NG M3 B4CK TH3R3 FOR S3X 4R3 YOU?
Trizzl: JUST SO YOU KNOW, 1 KNOW HOW TH3 M3RFOLK FUCK 1N DR34M W4NK3R. TH4T'S SOM3 FR34K SH1T TO OPT 1NTO. >:]
Trizzl: WH4T'S TH4T 4BOUT 3V3N?
Aredvi: Fortun8ly for 8oth of us the nostril sex did not make it into this game. As to 'what that was a8out even' male octopi have a special mating arm, and they access the female's oviduct through her siphon. So, more of a 8iological source than a fetish one. Although I have no dou8t it's 8ecome someone's favorite method. If you would 8e disappointed without some stimulation of that variety I would 8e o8liged to perform, 8ut I do just love to share a good story.

This kills Trizzl's laughter, and her cheeks glow. Steam rises as she presses her face into Aredvi's shoulder. She was going to make Trizzl ask for it. If she wanted it. Did she want it? Her recent days had been consumed by violent delights, and the thought of a gentler touch made her melt further into the mod's various arms.

Trizzl: W3LL, 1F W3'R3 R34D1NG MY F4VOR1T3 STOR13S... H3H3H3

They had reached a door, even though Trizzl didn't remember walking. One of Aredvi's free arms produces an ornate clockwork winding key cast in purple gold. An unsettlingly real blue eye peers out, unblinking from a setting in the center. They pass through the door and Trizzl is carried past a half dozen doors to the one at the end of the hall. The key allows entry here as well.

Inside is outside.

The stars stand in the air like fireflies. The patchwork tauroid of the Empyrean Realm rotates placidly in the center of the room, the moon floating stationary over the hole in the world like a missing puzzle piece. Aredvi changes modes of locomotion from walking to jetting around. The air was breathable, slightly cold and humid, and thick. It was like a happy medium between being in the sky and being underwater. Aredvi continues to cradle Trizzl in her many arms.

Aredvi: What yarn did you want me to spin dear?
Trizzl: PYR4LSP1T3'S R3SCU3 OF TH3 ON3 TRU3 QU33N.
Aredvi: A long, long time ago, even 8efore the lands were divided over the eternal war, the Empyrean Realm more resem8led other worlds. The lands were each ruled over 8y their godlike denizens, and no one had even heard of the ko8old clans. Instead, carapacians of every size and color served these unruly masters, and in spite of the chaotic nature of their status quo, they knew peace.

Trizzle rocks her shoulders, settling more deeply into her bed of gently petting tentacles. Most of which had discreetly found their way under her gossamer dress since it was only held up by the bangles and collar she was wearing. If this private meet and greet with a developer was going places, she was not going to object. Ironically, this interaction would later be classified as the least dubiously consenting activity to take place at the ball.

Trizzl: 3NT3R TH3 SORC3R3R K1NG.
Aredvi: Precisely. Among the carapacians, there was one whose hu8ris knew no 8ounds. He discovered the ancient tools of the dormant creators 8uried underground. With these tools, he rallied the carapacians under a single 8anner, 8ut power over his peers was not enough, and an uneasy truce with the denizens was unaccepta8le.

Aredvi's tentacles continue to bathe the drake in gentle caresses, but when each stroke reaches the end of its trek down the kobold's body, it finds its way further under her dress until they are cupping her elven tits experimentally. The drake's shoulders and back are covered in strong, and in some cases sharp scales, but around the naval and leading up to the drake's throat, Trizzl boasted pale, elven flesh. Aredvi smiles inwardly at the implications of a blade drake, and especially, her choice in stories.

Aredvi: He 8ecame o8sessed with creating the ultim8 8eing to surpass the denizens. His experimentation with fleshcraft cre8d the many stocks we know of today. The fruit of this la8or was Pyralspite, a creature whose very 8lood coursed with untold power, 8ut such a creature proved to 8e 8eyond him to tame, and sorcerer and dragon 8egan to feud. The sorcerer raised an army of loyal canine minions, 8ut every drop of 8lood spilled only spawned more support for Pyralspite.

Trizzl tucks her knees and arches her back, stretching out her tail and running her claws down her ass and thighs, exposing another stretch of soft skin for Aredvi to explore. The Lorekeeper obliges, leaving behind circular hickeys as her tentacles press in around her waiting cunny.

Aredvi: Within an age, Pyralspite drove the carapacians out of the lands of the Empyrian Realm, and drove the sorcerer out of his mind as he grew more and more desper8 in his utilization of the a8andoned tools of creation. He went from twisting the flesh of others to altering himself, and in his carelessness, he allowed Pyralspite to learn the secret to the loyalty of the carapacians. There was a prophesied queen of snowy white carapace whom the sorcerer kept sleeping in a cell in the center of the world.
Trizzl: H3H3H3 SO WH4T D1D H3 DO 4BOUT 1T? >:]

Trizzl could feel the tentacles twirling around in figure eights across her perineum, and she knew exactly what Aredvi was waiting for.

Aredvi: Pyralspite pushed himself 8eyond the tested limits of dragon's 8lood in order to confront and su8due Typheus. As we all know, when he's woken up, Typheus is kind of a huge dick.

When the penetration comes, Trizzl is wet and ready for it. Her breath catches, and the tentacles fill her. Her eyes roll and she's momentarily taken out of herself, witnessing her body orbiting the tauroid planet and cradled in the many arms of space kraken. This perspective makes it easier to imagine the next events in the story.

Aredvi: So endowed, Pyralspite turned his 8lood ardor toward the realm itself, mounting our world. Each thrust twisting the firmament until he 8lew out the 8ack of her, destroying the cell where the white queen was kept, and creating—with the new configuration of the realm—a circle of 8inding. The ruined cell, now a s8lite moon, 8ecame a portal into hell.

Trizzl crashes back into a body racked with orgasm as if a spell had broken.

Trizzl: TH4T'S WH4T YOU W3NT W1TH?
Aredvi: Given the design constraints I thought-
Trizzl: NO TH4T'S S1CK 4S FUCK! FUCK3D TH3 SORC3R3R STR41GHT THROUGH TH3 PL4N3T. 1T 3XPL41NS WHY TH3 H3LLTOUCH3D 4R3 4LL D1FF3R3NT, BR1NGS TH3 MOON 4ND BL4D3 3LF CONFL1CT TO TH3 FOR3GROUND 4ND 3XPL41NS WHY W3 D1DNT H34R 4BOUT TH3 WH1T3 QU33N UNT1L TH3 M1DDL3 OF BOOK S1X. 1T'S NOT JUST TH3 B3ST YOU COULD DO, 1 TH1NK 1T'S TR4NSC3ND4NT.

A chime alerts Aredvi to the arrival of a messenger NPC. The lorekeeper barely reacts, but when a portal opens in space and a little gnome astride a steam train chugs into the room, Trizzl scrambles to cover herself.

Aredvi: Oh, don't worry, this is just a non-player character.

For a split second, the meaning escapes Trizzl. The gnome carries on, unperturbed, and pulls in next to Aredvi.

Miter: 7H3R3'5 50M30N3 1MP3R51N471NG Y0U 47 7H3 FR0N7 G473? 54Y5 H3R N4M3 15 53RK37.

Aredvi's mood sours, her skin shimmering with dark violet rings. She crosses her arms over her chest and snarls.

Aredvi: Oh, that is just my 8itch of a sister. Just give her wh8ver she wants, she'll end up causing less property damage that way.

Chapter 23: Liquid Courage

Summary:

Erebus (Eridan) makes a pass at Jandra (Jane). he may never financially recover
Tags: Watersports, flirting with an objective, Eridan's a creep, Foot Stuff

Salem: now that we made a ciircuiit of the floor
Salem: made our iintroductiion2 as a paiir
Salem: we gotta go back around iin the oppo2iite diirectiion2
Salem: make liike we lo2t each other iin the crowd

Salem sits on a barstool with her legs crossed in her blue satin cocktail dress. Her jointed fingers fidget with the folds along her knee and her eyes rove the crowd. Since their encounter with the dev, she had already given one of the other guests a hand job while Jandra turned out his pockets. She had to admit, Mamoru was good at what he did, sipping old fashions from the bar all night.

Jandra: You got it, doll.

Jandra reclines against the bar in gold harem pants and what feels like a hundred pounds of gold jewelry to contrast against her blue stone skin. Instead of shoes, she stood on the flats of a pair of knives. She had gotten so many compliments on her clothes as well as her body, and she was eager to be released from this tandem operation.

Jandra: I might linger with a few fresh faces, don't worry if I'm not back at the bar before you. Hoo hoo hoo
Mamoru: You needn't worry about that, gentleman jack. I'll be waiting here should you want our paths to cross again Bloop.

Jandra gives Mamuro a deep bow with a flourish, and turns to a frogman who is leaning over the bar and arguing with the bartender.

Erebus: you should be thankin me for savvin you the trouble you npc

Jandra tugs on the merfolk's collar, pulling him back to his feet. Erebus croaks in surprise, then sizes up the helltouched.

Jandra: Why pay for the milk when you can fuck the cow for free?
Jandra: Where are you headed alone with so much spicewine?
Erebus: theres a refinement process not that i wwould expect you to knoww that
Erebus: wwhose desk kennel havve you climbed out of?
Jandra: It could be yours if you play your cards right.
Erebus: i dont think cuntboi concubines are part of the social meta here
Erebus: tempted as i am

Erebus slides one webbed hand in to cup Jandra's hip. This skeevs her out so badly she almost washes her hands of him then and there.

Jandra: Whatever do you mean? I am one hundred present a value add proposition. I have the sauce everyone wants, and everyone could use a hand.

Three things happen in quick succession. With the leg Erebus isn't holding, Jandra throws one knife up into her dominant hand, then reaches up to grasp his hip. Next, her non-dominant hand sweeps up to grab the frog man's crotch. Finally, she presses the knife to his quivering throat.

Erebus: how the fuck did you get a wweapon into the ball?
Jandra: I think you'll find I'm good at getting things into tight places. Hoo hoo hoo

Jandra's hand slides from Erebus' hip as she slips a few lacquered fingers into the waistband of his pumpkin breeches, eliciting a high pitched whine from the merman.

Jandra: So since we have your bottle service squared away, lets go meet your friends.

Erebus blinks at Jandra as she disengages, rolling the knife across her knuckles before passing it back to her lower hand. The only thing that kept Erebus from calling for security was the fact that he remembered Nepeta Nyala was into that roleplaying intrigue business. Looking the devil up and down with a sneer he hoped would put her in her place, he beckons with a few fingers and turns to lead Jandra to the private rooms.

Unfortunately, when he gets there, he realizes his mistake. The girls, and his key, are on the other side of the locked door.

Erebus: aww fuckin hell man i kneww it
Erebus: i should a knowwn they wwere only interested in my fuckin key
Erebus: not that it evven matters
Erebus: fef has no interest in evven bein seen wwith someone so pathetic

Erebus slams his fist and forearm against the door melodramatically, startling a pawn.

Jandra offers the security functionary an apologetic glance as she goes to place a conciliatory hand on Erebus' shoulder. There were a couple access points to a player's inventory for pickpocketing, but obols were only accessible from the chest. She had already burned one attempt and was barely able to play it off as a threat. She didn't fancy her chances yet. She'll have to stack a few status effects.

Jandra: So what you're saying is two lesbians hoodwinked you out of your private room key? Was it expensive?
Erebus: no its not that
Erebus: i havve spares
Erebus: but none of them is gonna get me in the room those girls are in
Jandra: I wouldn't worry about them. What kind of taste in men do you think lesbians have?
Erebus: you havve a point

She did not.

Jandra: Right. And who is this Fef you mentioned.
Erebus: only the kind a girl they name college wwings after
Erebus: shes the sis of the empress of the sea
Erebus: wwe greww up together but had a fallin out
Jandra: Then she's probably just busy at this fund raiser. Look, I can understand your frustration fumbling two women you thought you had hooked, but you can't be expected to pick up on those vibes. I can tell you have exquisite taste and have exhausted the current guests.
Jandra: Why don't we go down to the docks and keep an eye out for someone who had the refinement to arrive fashionably late.

Jandra gives Erebus's shoulder a friendly pat as she peels him away from the door. He crumbles into her chest and starts sniveling.

Erebus: you mean it? youll still wwingman for a pathetic simp like me?
Jandra: Wingwoman.

As soon as the word has left her mouth she regrets it. She wants to claw out her stupid tongue. Erebus grasps Jandra's shoulders and looks up, a goonish smile spreading his froglike features.

Erebus: you knoww jan i like the cut a your jib
Erebus: maybe wwe can get up to a little footsie wwhile wwere staking out the docks

Still to attentive. A slimey idiot, but not likely to let her just rob him. While she practically drags him out of the private hall, she wonders if anyone would give her a second glance if she mugged him in the middle of the ballroom. He's just admitted to befouling the occasion with his presence. Against her better judgement, Jandra grits her teeth and bides her time. It's going to be impossible to stir up any of the ichor she was bragging about.

Erebus: i can tell you need some convvincin
Erebus: i havve another partner wwho is oarstruck by my sexual prowwess you knoww
Jandra: Hoo hoo hoo, is that so? Tell me more about her.
Erebus: shes a vvery refined little lady evven if sometimes it seems like she isn't playin wwith a full deck
Erebus: wwevve been practicing advvanced techniques
Erebus: maybe you and i can get in a little practice before the tide comes in

Erebus continues to issue thinly veiled innuendos, and Jandra continues to pretend she doesn't hear them until they've left the mansion entirely and traveled down to docks. Erebus spots something, and takes Jandra's hand, dragging her down the stairs and along one of the docks to a cluster of moored ships.

Erebus: you see that corvette?
Erebus: the one thats low on the water?
Erebus: its one a the smallest classes of warships-
Erebus: sixth-rate-
Erebus: only has one deck of guns but it's loaded bow to stern with sails so it can move across the battlefield quicker than syphilis
Erebus: that ship is owned by one a if not the biggest contributor to fantasy spawn online
Erebus: well it brought one a her guests but there are two others and theyre gonna be on one of them
Erebus: thats who i reely wanna meet

Jandra is shocked. Erebus isn't half as insufferable when he isn't leering at you lasciviously or affecting that awwful accent. It figures he's such a nut for ships, given his knack for nautical puns. Maybe if she could steer the conversation a bit she can find a way to make the best of the situation.

Jandra: Is it like an intersection of firepower and speed, or is this what the fastest ships look like?
Erebus: the fastest class a sail ships are clippers
Erebus: they do not have cannons or cargo or anythin a that sort
Erebus: they are not even designed to be easy or cheap to repair
Erebus: hardly worth the trouble
Erebus: no a corvette is like you said a perfect balance a form and function

Jandra hops up on one of the dock pilings and Erebus leans against a crate, both of them looking out toward the ship in question.

Erebus: of course there is no comparin sail ships to the alternian black ships

Jandra wonders, briefly, if Krampus had felt a similar mix of performance anxiety and revulsion when he was trying to get her drunk. This was definitely why her brothers and sisters not touched by lust had elected to bottle the ichor. Tentatively, and hoping against all reason that this lugubrious narcissist can keep his smarmy mouth from issuing any more mood killing one-liners, Jandra lifts her legs and places both hind hands on Erebus' shoulders.

Erebus: their carapace hull can seal and once they are under water they can reach thirty knots
Erebus: that is more than twice what this ship can reach in fair winds

Erebus feels Jandra working small circles in his shoulders with her thumbs. He's not even laying it on her flirtatiously. He's just talking about boats. Which is cool, he guesses. He could talk about boats for hours if that's what she wants. The only explanation he can come up with is that she's some kind of horny boat freak.

Jandra: Any final notes before I find a better use for that tongue? :B

Erebus turns, and Jandra is balanced on one hand and using the other to shimmy the waistband of her harem pants down her narrow hips.

Erebus: i kneww you couldnt restist my captivvatin vverility

Erebus begins working his belt until he feels the sting of a palm against his cheek.

Jandra: You know what? No.

Before Erebus can recover, Jandra kicks one leg, turning the leg of her pants around her ankle to twist it into a rope which she uses to bind his elbows to his sides.

Jandra: As it turns out, I would not fuck you if my mission depended on it. You are not worth defiling even a demon's reputation. You are a disgusting, depraved, fragile little man, and you are not worth my piss!

With that, Jandra lets loose a golden stream directly in the frogman's gaping mouth. Erebus sputters and twists against his bonds, but Jandra latches onto his shoulders with both legs, making sure every drop hits him in the face and soils his fancy shirt.

Jandra: Every last drop you insufferable toad!

Jandra shoves the frog's flat nose into her cunt, and to her utter shock and loathing, Erebus begins to lick.

Jandra: Lord of Hell, you like this?

Jandra stoops, pressing her weight down on the sniper's face and shoulder as she reaches down with her leg to grasp at his crotch, finding his pants undone and his dick peeking out.

Jandra: You're getting off to this? You miserable freak! If you had balls I'd crush them. You're not touching this.

Jandra begins to adjust her tied off pants, reaching around to repurpose Erebus' belt to secure his arms behind him, keeping his hands from reaching for his increasingly erect dick. She's not being particularly careful to maintain contact with his tongue, but when that contact slips she lets go of the dock piling to grab the back of his head.

Jandra: Did I say you could stop?

Erebus buckles under even the slightest weight, first to his knees, and then, when Jandra grabs the edge of the dock and bears down, he twists and falls onto his back, crushing his arms against the dock. Jandra rises to a crouch.

Jandra: You're a lilly livered piss boy. Say it!
Erebus: i- im a lilly livered piss boy.
Jandra: Say it right!
Erebus: im a lilly livvered piss boy!
Jandra: Little piss boys like you should know their place.

Jandra raises the hind hand she used to grab his dick, sliding the filth between her fingers, and looking down at her unclothed form.

Jandra: I would rather not get piss on my foot trying to rub your filth off, clean it yourself, piss boy.

Jandra stands and leans back against the crate, presenting her soiled hind hand, which the piss boy laps at greedily. With one free hand, she starts playing with her teased clit, watching with morbid fascination as Erebus licks and suckles obediently.

Across the dock, a second corvette slides into place beside the first. The crew climb out and tie the mooring lines, hauling rope to unload and dress a magnificent rookery. Green velvet and rose gold chains dazzle a prone and piss-drunk Erebus.

Jandra climaxes, squirting into Erebus' waiting mouth. A carapacian sailor stops to watch, then asks how much Jandra is asking for the sex pet. They explains that their mistress' guest is one of Jandra's lot, and needs some gutter garbage to slake her lust.

Jandra: It's your lucky day, piss boy! A genuine succubus is here to claim you. I'll just take this as payment. This is for people with more spine than a demon's sex pet like you.

Jandra reaches down with one hind hand to remove the obol from Erebus' inventory without touching him.

Jandra: Maybe if you're lucky she'll keep you in a kennel under her desk.

Jandra reaches out with a flourish and a vellum envelope appears in a shower of cyan sparks. Words appear across the open surface before it folds and seals itself with wax. Once it has formed, Jandra hands the envelope to the sailor.

Jandra: Make sure your mistress' guest receives this letter.

Chapter 24: Dog and Pony Show

Summary:

Eridan meets a desirable end at the hands of Kanaya
Tags:

The carapacian sailors sneer and complain that Erebus smells of stale beer as they manhandle him through his gilded bonds to the edge of the dock. They form a line to start a bucket brigade, dousing him with buckets and buckets of frigid water. The hogtied merfolk squirms and whimpers on the dock, choking on the knot of shame in his gut. He would complain, but the water was refreshing against his clammy amphibious skin. This is the treatment he deserves.

Once he's rinsed down, the sailors close in, flashing their knives. They take turns cracking wise at Erebus' expense, pointing and sneering at his prominent erection as they cut away his clothes and replace them with heavy leather cuffs and a collar. Erebus croaks nervously against the restricting collar.

Erebus: i

Erebus' bare ass stings as a leather strap kisses it. The sailors laugh and sneer at the frog as his whimpers trail off into silence. They let him know, in no uncertain terms, that they're not interested in anything the sex pet has to say. One goes as far as to say he has better ideas for the fat froggy mouth while he clicks a lead onto the frog's collar and drags it down onto his segmented dick.

Erebus coughs, croaks, and whimpers, but doesn't try to speak up again as they drag him up the dock toward the prepared palanquin. Any time he stretches his legs to walk at full height, the lash of his lead buckles his knees for him. The diminutive sailors, as they inform him, aren't going to tolerate him 'putting on airs' by presuming to stand taller than them.

The frog is properly seated on his heels at the foot of the palanquin's entry, easing into the surprisingly comfortable quadrupedal loaf of his amphibious ancestors. Then, a pink velvet carpet is rolled out over the gangplank, and a cloudy jade hellspawn walks out of the captain's quarters. Her crown of horns barely clear the doorway, causing her to stoop as she exits, spotting Erebus upon standing at her full height.

Kudoten gazes down upon the sad looking frog as one of the sailors hands her a wax sealed envelope. The turquoise wax seal depicts a quill pen. She breaks it, and opens the stiff vellum letter.

To the recipient of this loathsome toad,
Spare no thought for this philandering prick. You will find enclosed a list of grave offenses which range from faux pas to violations of those few inalienable rights we helltouched uphold. Your entourage inquired after a disposable soul, and I dare say you may never find a soul so ripe for divesting of its holder.
Bon appetit,
The Herald Jandra

Stuck into the envelope with the letter is a copied page of Hell's ledger. It lists several names which set Kanaya to screaming. Kudoten surveys the pitiful lump before her.

Kudoten: What Do You Have To Say For Yourself Slime?

Erebus glances up at the sailor holding his lead, and his hesitation earns a lash. He yelps and arches his back, his straining dick leaks onto the velvet carpet. He covers himself sheepishly before answering.

Erebus: if my deeds earned me a place at your feet i can hardly regret them

Kudoten sways her hips, placing her harpy's talons to crisscross her legs with each step until she is within reach of the toad. She draws her naginata, cradling the haft under her arm to nudge the toad's webbed hands away from his drooling cock.

Kudoten: Is This An Amphibious Adaptation I Am Too Terrestrial To Understand?

Erebus lets slip a laugh that trails up an octave into a whimper.

Erebus: no

Erebus casts his eyes back down to the carpet, but the silence stretches on. It dawns on him that she is waiting for him to offer an explanation. That may have been her intention from the start. Even the sailor holding the lash knows not to break the silence. The whole crew will wait in the cool dock air, listening to the rook's huge book lungs flutter until he has found the words to explain himself. His dick slaps his stomach wetly and he cringes.

Erebus: i do not know water boat a stern woman gets me at full mast
Erebus: somefin aboat the reversal a roles
Kudoten: You See My Treatment Of You As a Reversal Of Roles?

Was that incorrect, somehow? Erebus' mind races. Kudoten's stony expression remains stoic with a hint of disgust. The sailors continue to sneer and elbow each other. Surely, he just needs to elaborate, dig deeper into why he finds being treated like garbage so titillating.

Erebus: well a course
Erebus: everyone wants to be hit on by someone assertive right?

Kudoten: You Find My Attitude Flirtatious?
Erebus: yes
Kudoten: Being Treated As An Object Pleases You?
Kudoten: The Thought Of Me Using You Up Sucking You Dry And Discarding You Like Trash?
Erebus: yes yes yes

He is beyond rehabilitation, Kudoten decides. She holds out her hand, accepting the toad's lead from the sailor previously holding it, and turns toward the palanquin.

Kudoten: You Will Serve My Purposes Tonight

Erebus begins to rise, but soon feels the haft of Kudoten's weapon against the back of his knee.

Kudoten: I Did Not Say You Could Stand

Erebus drops awkwardly to all fours and begins to crawl after Kudoten as she climbs up into the lavishly decorated palanquin. She stretches out across the green velvet, the ribbon laced through her various piercings scissor provocatively, tugging gently on her shapely breasts and obscuring her cleft.

Kudoten: Roll Onto Your Stomach I Do Not Want To Have To Clean Up After You

Once he gets to the edge of the palanquin, the toad ducks and rolls into a somersault, rolling into place beside Kudoten, webbed feet crossed at the ankle near her head. His legs are thick and toned and his narrow chest stretches out, pale in the ambient moonlight. His member bobbs in place, leaving slimy trails each time it surges to touch his stomach. He folds his webbed hands behind his head and wait's to be ravaged.

Kudoten: At Least You Seem To Have A Sense Of Humor
Erebus: what?
Kudoten: Oh I See I Have been Misunderstood
Kudoten: Perhaps You Thought That Because I Am An Ardent Hell Touched That I Would Seek Relief In The Loins Of A Lover

Kudoten slides across the velvet cushion, running her subtly barbed fingers down her hips until she reaches Erebus's meaty legs. She reaches out and pinches at his flesh until the toad flinches, and she grabs at his leg, grasping him by the ankle to uncross his leg.

Kudoten: I Even Used The Phrase Suck You Dry So I Can Understand Your Confusion

Erebus whimpers again as his calf slides against Kudoten's crown of horns. What was it to be, if not oral overstimulation? His imagination scrambles for meaning in her predatory eyes. Pegging? That would be hot, although a bit of an insult. To presume he would be ashamed to accept anal stimulation was an affront to the cosmopolitan nature he seeks to advertise.

Kudoten: I Am Sorry To Be The One To Inform You That I Do Not Mix Work With Pleasure

Kudoten rears back her head, and stretches her mouth open. The corners of her mouth prove to be a falsehood painted in lipstick as she rocks her jaw until it unhinges and her hungry smile spreads across her face. Once her mouth is wide enough, a pair of two inch long fangs unfold from the roof of her mouth.

Erebus begins to struggle, kicking and wiggling, but Kudoten's grip on his leg is viselike. She watches his eyes as she sinks her fangs into the thick meat of his leg, puncturing his femoral artery.

Erebus: whoa what- whoa!

Erebus arches his back against the shock as the fangs sink home. An unearthly chill spreads from the two puncture wounds like ice water running down his leg. He grips the green velvet and curls his long, webbed toes until the prickling sensation overwhelms his body and relaxes his muscles. All the resistance leaves his his body and his eyes lul.

Kudoten disengages, easing back into a lounging position and tracing her finger around the two already-healing puncture wounds. Her mouth remains in too-wide a predatory grin, fangs still bared.

Kudoten: What You Feel Coursing Through Your Bloodstream Is A Deadly Toxin
Kudoten: You Might Have Been Worried Upon Hearing That Information Except It Is Also An Effective Tranquilizer
Kudoten: You Will Be Dead Within An Hour But Until Then Your Own Toxin Glands Will Begin Expressing Themselves
Kudoten: That Is Why You Were Selected

Kudoten traces a finger near the edge of the strange branding across her chest and stomach.

Kudoten: I Have Overindulged And The Sailors Have Informed Me That Your Stock Have Their Own Chemical Defenses

Kudoten reaches over to the wall across from the doors of the palanquin, and opens a small, ornate box under the window. Inside, she finds a long stemmed pipe. The bowl, which she removes from the pipe, is forged into the shape of a grinning frog.

Kudoten: I Am Exceptionally Fond Of Frogs

With patience and care, Kudoten sidles up to Erebus and begins to gather the thick pale-green beads of toxin welling up from his pebbled skin. She is careful not to touch it with her own skin, merely using the lip of the bowl to gather the sour milk.

Kudoten: I Am Not Sure If My Venom Is Less Lethal If One Were To Smoke It But I Am Assured Yours Is An Effective Painkiller

She returns the bowl to the fitting on the pipe and, lounging once more, Kudoten reaches into the smoke box and retrieves a splinter of wood. She lifts the globe of a nearby lamp with pinky and ring finger to light the splinter, held in thumb and pointer. She raises the pipe in one hand and cradles the lit splinter, transferring the flame from the splinter to the rosin wick spooled under the metal bowl. She shakes the splinter to snuff it, sticking it into a bowl of ash in the smokebox.

Kudoten: I Suggest You Reflect On Why You Think Others Wish To Be Objectified As You Wait To Depart For Your Next Life

Smoke begins to rise out of the golden frog's nostrils, and Kudoten takes a drag off the long stem. The smoke fills her lungs like sour camphor, seeping in behind her eyes. Her vision is filled with swimming stars. The searing pain in her chest doesn't disappear, but it does recede into the back of her thoughts as a sharp overtone. She lets the smoke out in a thin stream that hits the velvet and spreads in alternating whorls before rising in thin streamers.

Thus liberated from aggravation, and finding herself with a free hand, Kudoten slides that hand around the curve of her breast, closing thumb and index finger around her pierced nipple. The tug pulls on her scar, and she lets out a low moan.

Part of the wall shifts, and a soft, meaty appendage telescopes outward, smooth and tapered. The huge beetle sighs sheepishly, cursing its unprofessional behavior.

Kudoten: A Rook With Your Smooth Gait Has No Need To Apologize
Kudoten: Would You Mind Taking Part In A Demonstration Of Consenting Intercourse

The appendage stiffens, glistening in the lamplight. Kudoten takes another long draw off of her pipe and rolls onto her knees, sticking her talons into Erebus' side as she gets into position, sliding the tip of the member against her thighs. At full mast, the rook's cock wedges Erebus into the floor, giving him a clear view when Kudoten slips the tip into her ass.

The whole palanquin begins to rock, slowly working the tip against her pucker while Kudoten slides down onto her shoulder, pipe in her opposite hand as smoke curls out of her nose. She slides her pinned arm down to her crotch, where she presses her fingers into the cleft wherein her ichorous tendrils hide. Each rock throws Kudoten back further, and drives the rook’s pile-like dick further into her. Due to the thick, numbing smoke, fireworks of pain from the stretching are a backdrop to waves of pleasure. She can feel the shaft through her own inner wall with her fingers.

Just when a climax seems imminent, a distant voice, muffled through the wall of the palanquin stirs something that finally breaks through Kudoten’s drug-addled mental bonds. Kanaya hears the name Serket.

Chapter 25: B8 And Switch

Summary:

Kanaya and Vriska reconcile at the ball.
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Viskir: What the fuck do you mean 'You need a pass to enter'????????

Currently stood at the entry to the ball, outside in the grand gardens that were open to everyone for just tonight, Arilia found herself regretting inviting Viskir to the ball with her. This was embarrassing. She had considered it worth it, with how much cajoling Viskir took to get back into the game after previous experiences... Hearing of it after the fact, she couldn't help but feel guilty. But, Trizz seemed alright. As of yet, her blade elf companion was yelling in the face of a carapacian who looked frankly exhausted with the night already, wanting to go back wherever it called home.

The poor chessfolk tried cautiously to re-explain the situation to the fuming Viskir, but was only able to get about halfway through before she started screaming in their face again.

Viskir: No, fuck that! Fuck *you*!!!! You're letting us the *fuck* in right now!!!!!!!! Do you really think that I'm gonna just hang out in a *garden* all night after paying *a thousand 8oons* to get the airship up here? *NO*!!!!!!!!

In truth, Viskir had more than plenty of money to throw at anything in game by this point, what with her pir8 reputation slowly growing. Even if she hadn't visited her ship in some time, she knew constantly where it was and had direct control over her second in command, a former mutineer that, for a class quest, she had brainwashed into an obedient, thoughtless thrall.

In short, she was already well used to getting exactly what she wanted out of the game, and without intervention, she was very likely to cause even more of a scene...

Arilia: viskir its 0kay we can—
Viskir: It's ok8y?! No, it's not! I mean fuck, I'm a Serket for gods sakes! You hear me chess boy? *I'm a Serket*! You wouldn't *8e* here if it weren't for my 8itch of a mom!!!!!!!! So let me the fuck in!!!!!!!!

Arilia and the chessfolk both blinked at response, before the chessman hurriedly put through a message to one of the bosses. They didn't know much about the creation of this world, but that name, they knew, had some sort of significance:
They were pretty sure this awful woman was impersonating the Lorespeaker.

As the bouncers fall over themselves running messages back to management, a living insectoid palanquin bobs to a stop nearby. This was one of the larger examples of the chess folk, one of the rooks, and his little head turns from its position, mimicking the driver of the carriage, and indicates the door with a beckoning nod.

In the double doors are curtains, and the one on the left pulls aside, and thin white smoke pours out of the door's window, eventually revealing Kudoten, bobbing along with the rook. Her jade skin and rack of twisted horns catch the dazzling light of the moon's garden. When her lips part, more white smoke shoots out in a narrow stream.

Kudoten: I Could Swear I Heard Someone Mention The Name Serket
Viskir: Yeah, wh8t's it to you?

Viskir turns on her heel, starting with a snarl, but as soon as she spots the ostentatious litter she stops and studies the face of the passenger.

Viskir: ... Fussyfangs????????
Arilia: kanaya? i didn't kn0w y0u'd even play this kind of g—

Vriska interrupts Arilia by walking over with a smirk, studying the demon some more.

Viskir: I 8arely recognized you, Fussyfangs!
Viskir: Gods, when did *you* get cool?

She indicates the fading smoke.

Viskir: What, 8n't planning to share?

Arilia steps over after a moment, feeling a strange sort of possessiveness wash over her... But realizing that feelings source, she takes another step back before turning towards the door. She wasn't about to let her worse self take control again.

Arilia: i'll leave y0u tw0 t0 it, it's g00d to see you kanaya!
Kudoten: I Should Warn You First That This Is Not Simple Catnip But Something I Have Acquired To Dull The Pain Of A Scarification I Received Earlier This Night

Kudoten pauses to take another draw off of the long stem pipe, before reaching through the window to offer it to Viskir. Her pierced breast hangs from the window. It takes a few moments for her to compensate for the rocking of the rook in order to attempt the hand off.

Kudoten: I Must Admit That I Do Not Know Anyone At This Ball And My Party Members Have Left Me To Fend For Myself

Viskir smiles widely at the demon, and her eyes drop noticeably down to the pierced breasts dangling before her. Her gaze does not move, even as she takes the pipe.

Viskir: I can take it. Gods Kudoten, I know it's 8een a long time, 8ut you should remem8er how resilient I am!
Viskir: Well, fuck them, I'll keep you company. We can catch up!

She takes a big breath of the mystery pipe, mostly to show off to Kudoten, whom she started calling that without realizing.

While the name of an ex may have stirred Kanaya within the helltouched, Kudoten had already drawn that thread taut to wield it like a fishing line. She only had one obstacle between herself and dinner, and that was excusing the appetizer from the table. Fortunately, such an excuse had been provided.

Kudoten: It Is Only Out Of An Abundance Of Caution Eridan Met Me At The Docks And He Has Already Overindulged

The living palanquin stops bobbing as the doors open. A plush velvet cushion as big as a mattress occupies the entire space within the round crawling vehicle. Kudoten settles back into the cushion after opening the doors, and reveals a humanoid frog, naked, erect, and completely insensate, drooling into a pillow.

Viskir sees the frog and lets out the held in smoke in a hissing stream, coughing only a bit. She's about to enter, and pass the pipe back, when she really processes what Kudoten has said.

Viskir: Eridan? Really? That 8astard's gonna 8e so weird a8out this for like weeks. You should know that—aren't you gay?
Viskir: Whatever, I guess he's not a pro8lem right now.

She enters, feeling the euphoria of the drug wash over her. She just assumes she's being let in—but she has to make space for herself first. So, she pushes and drags Eridan out of the space, sitting in a spot not touched by his drool or any other of his fluids. She finds relaxation easy after that, sighing softly.

Viskir: Fuck that's good stuff. Is that stuff legal?
Viskir: If it is I don't care 8ut if it 8n't, fuck that's a good smuggling opportunity.

Most of her seafaring escapades so far were just excuses to find new sacrifices to give the spider, but she still found herself wanting as much money as she could get. It was just too useful to not. And if she got into smuggling, well. She could get sacrifices through that as well.

Kudoten takes the pillow Erebus was drooling on and throws it out after him, closing the doors behind her. She turns, rolling back into a lounging position in the smoke filled palanquin. Her harpy's talons smooth the velvet cushion under her, and scissor the crisscrossed ribbons that presume to clothe her. A lunar rune glows gently across her chest, like cooling embers emitting a silvery light.

Kudoten: There Are Some Urges Too Crude To Mete Out Upon Fairer Flesh

To emphasize where she felt present company fell along that line, she reaches out to caress Viskir's forearm. This soft touch trails, if Viskir lets it, to her broadened hips. Kudoten recalls the faun Viskir arrived with.

Kudoten: You Are Positively Glowing As If Your Plan Is To Provoke The Legions Of Hell To Expire In Envy Of The Souls Drawn From The Well Of Hades

Viskir doesn't halt the touch. Instead, her focus is entirely on the demon's body. The gentle caresses cause a shudder through her for a moment. At first it seems like she has no idea how to respond to such direct attention, but shortly after that she looks Kudoten directly in the eyes with a confident smile on her face.

Viskir: May8e I am. The spider 8lessed me, and I'm gr8teful for her gifts.
Viskir: 8ut neither the spider nor myself need the envy of the damned! 8ut I'm sure you know my mother doesn't stand against your people's legions, even if the other elven gods do.

She reaches a hand out to place against Kudotens waist, still lucid and assuming that her friend was simply into the roleplay of it. She could go with that.

Viskir: Your own 8eauty is matchless, Kudoten. Even marred as it is by heretical symbols!

Viskir gestures at the moon elf's work, before dragging the hell touched form against her. She stares into the demons eyes, reaching out a silken thread to try and wrap around that corrupted mind.

Viskir: I'm sure your enslaver wouldn't mind if I 8orrowed you. After all, you came alone, didn't you? Was your mistress even with you here tonight? Heck, I might as well just take you for myself!

While she says this, she attempts to use the vast psychic web of the Spider to bring the demon under her sway, while also slowly picking at the runes, attempting to subvert them and force them under her control.

Unfortunately for the one who carved them, one must be conscious to defend their work against the Spiders machinations. And though Moon Elves do not sleep, she was unconscious all the same ...

For Kudoten's part, she is absolutely neutral on which corruptible elf holds her leash, and if the two of them could be made to fight for the pleasure, all the more to her advantage. She arches her back against the invisible threads, and gathers Viskir's hand in both of hers.

Kudoten: Surely Her Oversight Should Be Punished. She Has Much To Learn About Her Chosen Station
Kudoten: As For Us I Cannot Help But Notice We Want The Same Thing

The demon lifts Vriska's hand to her lips, moving slowly and maintaining eye contact as she does so.

Kudoten: We Have So Much To Share
Viskir: Yeah, we do and she should. I can feel her cruelty in her spell!

Viskir feels herself slip in deeper, but no part of her considers resistance by the time she understands what it is. Instead, she shifts her hand, resting a thumb on the helltoucheds bottom lip with a grin, staring into her eyes and reaching deeper and deeper, to to the core of where a soul should be, collecting every thread on her way.

Viskir: Can you feel the we8s she 8uilt to 8ind you? Do they suffoc8 you?
Viskir: How horri8le it must feel. I can loosen the silken threads.
Viskir: I can pull them away from the cruel Waning Moon who 8uilt them, take them into myself.
Viskir: I can free you from whatever machinations she had.
Viskir: 8ut I cannot unwind the threads without risking unwinding you completely.
Viskir: Instead, I can make them mine and grant you freedom through our pact.

She pulls her thumb away, leaving it on Kudotens chin, using the leverage to pull her into a deep, deep kiss as she tears the threads away from their source, pulling them into herself.

What does Kudoten feel anymore? Through the smoke-dulled ache of Rostiel's hand-carved scars? Through the hazy afterglow of her fourth orgasm of the night? Without the silver-wrought chains that bind it, Viskir's threads might have missed the cold, withered thing that remains where Kudoten's soul should be. It writhes sanguinely at the touch, and Kudoten retrieves one hand to tug on the ribbon laced ring pierced through her nipple as she presses deeply into the kiss. She gasps in Viskir's grave soil tainted scent, and revels in the intricate web of bonds she has worked her way into: Arilia, Viskir, herself, Rostiel, Rakora. Through these bonds she would drag them all back to hell and reap her rewards. She relinquishes whatever Viskir thinks she can take. A cat's cradle of jealousy. That which yields is not always weak.

Of course she takes all that Kudoten is offering, of course she drinks deep, pulling more than she should, but her time with the goat has made her already covetous nature become ravenous. She was already down a path of corruption, one which she had already ignored her mother's warning against following. She pushes deeper and deeper into the kiss, worming her way into Kudotens core, before drawing back with a gasp, panting.

Kudoten: It Pleases Me To Help Whosoever Wishes To Damn Themselves With My Flesh
Viskir: All of us may as well 8e damned while the sorcerer still lives.
Viskir: The only way we can 8e sure our souls are safe is 8y fighting to destroy his.

Kudoten reaches under Viskir's coat, pushing up on the milky breasts hidden in the loose silken undershirt until her probing fingers find the elf's nipple. She leans in closer, crossing one leg over to rest on Viskir's hip, and buries her face in the elf's hair. Kudoten whispers then, gently probing with her lips for the lobe of Viskir's ear.

Kudoten: I Would Love To Show My Gratitude To My Savior Though I Admit I Know Not How

Viskir leans her face back against Kudotens head, taking in a deep breath of the intoxicating scent of the stone-like flesh. Her fingers trace the marks left by the Truth Cleric, tracing the scars gently.

Viskir: Even those corrupted 8y hell will 8e saved once the Spider achieves our destined ending.
Viskir: The Waning Moon who carved your 8eautiful flesh with her hideous runes definitely 8elieves you're unsavea8le.
Viskir: And may8e us 8lades are wrong, and we're fools like they say we are.
Viskir: 8ut they're fools too.

She pushes her chest against the hand teasing her, letting out a low moan. Her hands trace around Kudotens waist, finding rest on her hips.

Viskir: 8asically, I don't care if I'm damned.
Viskir: I don't need to 8e pure to 8e a hero.
Viskir: No matter what, I'll fight for us all the only way I know how.
Viskir: And if I die doing that, then I will greet o8livion with open arms.

She punctuates this by pulling the helltouched atop of her, on her back fully beneath. She digs her fingers into Kudotens flesh, whispering sharply into her ear:

Viskir: Fuck me, Hellspawn.
Viskir: 8lacken my soul, and consider the piece you take my collateral in our pact.
Viskir: Take it as proof that we are equals, not master and slave.
Viskir: 8ut know others lay claim to pieces of it. I'm not giving you everything of my soul, 8ecause not all of it is mine to give.

Viskir's speech is impressive, but her audience is distracted. A distant part of the helltouched's awareness thrills as Kudoten feels Rostiel succumb to oblivion. The divine leash tugs at her to be alert and attend to her mistress' needs, but Kudoten rides through the instinct to feel, through Rostiel's shared perception—as dictated by the so called god of light—the beastial knot blocking her airway.

Kudoten laughs. It's a hollow, sinister sound. She rolls her hips, grinding against Viskir as she squeezes the blade elf's areola, tugging gently to slide the grip to the nipple, drawing a bead of milk. She starts to speak, but she's including Rostiel in what she says as she draws, through her own binding, the reflective magical protections her mistress's occupation is known for.

Viskir's mental claws meet polished silver.

Kudoten: It Is So Like You To Presume Exceptionalism To Delve Boldly Into The Den Of A Predator Assuming You Are Fundamentally Unlike The Owners Of The Bones That Liter Her Entryway

Kudoten rolls her hands around Viskir's pooling breasts, then slides her palms up. Viskir's hands spring away from the helltouched's hips to raise thoughtlessly above her head, where Kudoten collects them, leaning down so that her breath and freshly repainted lips tease Viskir's nipple.

Kudoten: Be Not Afraid I Live Only To Serve
Kudoten: We Will See How Thoroughly Your Wishes Can Be Bought With What You Have To Offer

Kudoten wraps her lips around Viskir's dripping nipple, drawing out a nutrient flow as black tendrils emerge from her groin to probe against the walls of Viskir's abused cunt.

As soon as the spider's claws bounce, Viskir is already on the back foot. The words that follow push her mental resolve over entirely, the hero she saw herself as quickly toppled by words meant for someone else.

What surges back is something altogether more willful than Viskir, Warlock of the Spider, but something deeper seated and much more assured of its truth, even under the sea the game attempts to drown those who play it in.

Vriska: What the FUCK, Kan—

The attention to her chest immediately draws her breath away however, drawing a moan that kills her response rant before the words can even form. She grasps onto the Helltouched's head, grabbing ahold of the horns and holding the demon close as she takes a long draft of food for a child that would likely have no need to drink of it. The frustration at her conceptual RP partner not perceptibly yes-anding her heroics falls away as sensation drags her back deep, but not into the role of Viskir the Zealot, the Hero, but instead Viskir the mewling slut, breeding fodder for whoever has the will to take her.

Kudoten is certainly willing, but for that moment where Viskir seemed possessed, and she wrenched her hands free of her own reflected mind control, there were doubts. Things subside, and Kydoten's prey melts in her arms.

Gulping down mouthfuls, Kudoten gets her talons under her, pushing Viskir's knees to either side of her breasts. Then Kudoten begins to pump and rock her hips, penetrating her deeper with each thrust. When she feels herself bottom out, she comes up for a gasping breath.

Kudoten: Since We Are Equals Here Is Your Warning Beyond Which Lies A Corruption Most Licentious

In truth, Viskir was incapable of caring whether this would corrupt her further. In truth, she already had stains of another corruption, the mark of which dribbles more from her tits as the Hellspawns mouth frees the swollen and sensitive nipples. About all she can do is mutter a quick prayer to her Mother Spider, who responds back with an angry voice, one that she swore she spoke in just a moment ago, if a quiet one, somewhere in her skull. This is the first time she will have heard her goddess speak directly to her... She sounds younger than the Warlock would expect.

Vriska: Get the fuck out idiot!!!!!!!!
Vriska: This doesn't fit my character concept!!!!!!!!
Vriska: Fuck why can't I t8ke the rei—

Viskir closes the communion channel once she feels protections overlay. Despite her words, it would seem the goddess would protect at least some of her soul from the corruption of which the demon speaks. She apologizes to her mother, asking her for forgiveness before she lets herself fall back into gasps and moans, her entire mind screaming out for more of a taste of the pleasures filling her body. She speaks her response through gasping moans, her used cunt and motherhood thickened thighs squeezing on the demon as best they could.

Viskir: My Goddess won't allow me total corruption, no matter how far you penetr8.
Viskir: Lay your seed in me, demon. Consumm8 our pact!
Viskir: I want to feel the depths of your corruption. How else am I to emmancip8 you from it if I cannot do so myself?

Kudoten: A Touch Of Hell Then That You Might Unravel Those Bonds Which Confound The Gods

It's nothing for Kudoten to dispassionately dispense her ichor. Her many tendrils twisting and twinning to take their turn at the warlock's cervix. The twisting root stretching Viskir's walls. The ichor flows, but fails to take root, filling Viskir's womb. It refuses to assimilate the load into Viskir's body, soul, or sanctified identity.

The woman beneath her can only gasp as she feels the thrum of the ichor suffuse her core, as she feels those roots twisting and turning within her. Every new direction, a yelp drags forth from her, and every movement against her cervix causes her to curl her abdomen closer.

It does not take long for the unsurprising result of the pleasure to overtake her, the woman's entire body tensing and shuddering with the orgasm flowing through her, from her toes up through the tips of her pointed ears. She can't help but wonder what a child of their union may be like, as well, before she collapses back down. She feels spent, even as muscles tremble, even as her voice continues to put forth lowing moans..

The pleasure was enough to nearly drag her into an abyss of slumber, but she perseveres, gazing into the Hellspawns eyes as she gasps for the prerequisite breath to bring her voice back.

Viskir: You are a skilled lover, Kudoten. I have not 8een so pleasured 8efore.
Viskir: If your seed has quickened in me, should I know anything a8out carrying your child?
Viskir: Is it a pro8lem if I have them 8aptized in 8lade elf tradition?
Viskir: And I assure you that you *will* 8e a present figure in their life. Even if you would prefer otherwise.

Her soft tone sharpens with the last statement, as to make her point before she softens once again.
Kudoten slides off of her bonded lover, still dazed. While she is perhaps more adaptable than Viskir, what has just transpired has her worried.

Kudoten: I Am Not Sure That Was Supposed To Happen
Kudoten: The Ichor Of The Helltouched Is Not Virile
Kudoten: What Is Transpiring Within You Is Unprecedented
Kudoten: You Will Not Need To Command My Attention
Viskir: Then may8e it's a miracle.
Viskir: May8e we've 8een 8lessed 8y The Spider, as a sign our covenant's 8ountiful destiny.
Viskir: This impro8a8le 8a8y, a 8eautiful impro8a8ility, is surely a sign that the 8laded path is the righteous one.
Vriska: Oh my god shut the fuck up.

As her head clears, Kudoten considers the various layers of compulsion she is presently under.

First, she is obviously helltouched and twisted and form and function to serve in the corruption of others. This is a part of her nature, and both lacks a clear end goal, and requires no conscious effort. The ichor will flow, or she will die the final death.

Second, she has been bound against allowing Rostiel or her familiar to come to harm. This bond connects them, and through it they will know where to find each other, but it too lacks a clear directive. That it gave her the freedom to act with autonomy was how she had gotten up to so much mischief already.

Third was this new, informal bond embodied by the life now stirring in the psychopomp's vessel. Viskir, mother of the child of ichor. How would this responsibility compel her? Could it override her other bonds? Could she afford to neglect it if it did not?

Viskir has paused again, so Kudoten speaks.

Kudoten: I Will Admit That I Am Ignorant Of The Implications As They Relate To The Dukes Of Hell
Kudoten: Our Organization Is Nominal And I Have Not Been Called Uppon
Kudoten: Unless As You Are Suggesting This Happens To Be That Calling
Viskir: 8ut what else could it 8e?
Viskir: Do you have any other explanation?
Viskir: Our 8ond, our pact, however unserious it might seem to your nature, has granted us a gift.
Viskir: Surely that must have higher meaning?

She rests a hand on her lower stomach. They were both certain it had occurred, too. Even if impossible, it happened here and now. In this ornate litter, a miracle child was conceived.
Kudoten leans in, resting her head on Viskir's stomach. It wasn't distended yet. There was no outward sign, and yet the helltouched was certain that a child had been conceived. If only that certainty extended to the child's fate, and her own purpose within it.

Kudoten: What Is It Your God Asks Of You?
Kudoten: I Am Only Aware That Blade Elves Are More Prone To Corruption Than Their Sisters Of The Moon
Viskir: She was the first of us to follow the 8lade pact, rather than the Moon pact.
Viskir: Our mission is to break the sorcerer's chains and kill him 8efore any more of his foulness can spread.
Viskir: We will 8reak the hells and save the souls of our former 8rothers and sisters, rather than consigning them to unjust o8livion.
Viskir: She asks of us nothing 8eyond to follow in the path she laid.

She's quiet for a moment, but Kudoten can see this is due to a discomfort. She is considering telling the helltouched something deeper than even that...

Viskir: Promise you will not tell another soul this, for the sake of yourself, for the sake of me, for the sake of our child.
Viskir: 8ut...
Viskir: To 8reak hell, we sacrifice souls to our Mother Spider for her to consume.
Viskir: She has taken the mantle of Goddess, 8ecause when the time comes and we all stand alongside her to face him down, she must 8e stronger.
Viskir: We lend her our own souls in our pacts to her, promising our loyalty until that day.
Viskir: If I go to Hades, she will take me into her we8 and I will aw8t the day she needs me again.

She's quiet again, but the flow she's already in means she continues shortly after.

Viskir: No soul is too sacred for this path. Destroying him supercedes all other possi8le moral consider8tion.
Viskir: A single soul sacrificed for the sake of our entire realm is well worth it.

Meanwhile, Vriska, in her shell deep within Viskir's mind, is fuming quietly. No one can hear her, not even the one who thinks her her goddess.

Vriska: Yeah that sounds like my 8itch sister's writing.
Vriska: Soooooooo melodramatic! 8etter than the 8oring stuff mom wrote.
Vriska: ... HEY 8ITCH! GO TO SLEEP SO I CAN GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

Kudoten: I Have No Particular Loyalty To Any Sorcerer
Kudoten: Certainly None That Supersedes My Interests In This Fortuitous Child
Viskir: The sorcerer is the cause of the Hellspawned curse.
Viskir: 8eing unmoored from him is 8est, I would hope.
Viskir: Most forget his sins, 8ut our Mother remem8ers.

Viskr's body starts to relax as she says her final piece.

Viskir: Now my goddess 8ids me to rest. Please, take this 8efore we part.

She offers the demoness a mystic communion stone, so that the two may find and contact each other whenever they need. Kudoten takes the warlock's summoning stone, cupping it between her hands until one of her green ribons laces through her fingers to hang it from her neck as an amulet.

Viskir: Thank you for the wonderful evening. Do I have your permission to sleep in here?
Kudoten: I Would Have It No Other Way.

The blade elf offers a genuine smile before leaning in to give Kudoten an affectionate kiss. She then turns to rest, allowing her demonic lover leave to do as she would. She couldn't know how this relationship would develop, but until then she wanted to treat the Hellspawn to things she may not have experienced in a long time—Acceptance, affection, and care. As she considers this, she slowly drifts off to sleep.

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A few hours later, but not many, Aradia is exiting the ball once more. She had refrained from drinking spicewine, an experience during one of her class quests teaching her in no uncertain terms that such would wake up her in-game self too much, and she did not want to give him the satisfaction of a ball full of horny idiots to please himself on.

Instead, she's seeking her friend. She had hoped leaving her with another friend wouldn't be a bad choice, but the worry only gnaws at her as she thinks about the implications of playing a hellspawn. If she thought Satyrdom was bad...

It's during this exploration that she sees a shape, hidden party in the garden alongside the entry path. It looks like a body. She approaches without fear, leaning in to examine the cooling corpse. ... And that's when she recognizes it as Eridan's character. She sighs and looks around, seeing no sign of what could have killed him. She could tell through some sense that this was likely a poisoning. But, if she knew him well enough, he may have deserved it.

She decides to rifle through his inventory, wanting to be sure he had his obol, having learned her lesson when helping Trizzl out of Hades. But, with a shock, she realizes that he does not have one with him. She groans and stands, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Well, better not let another someone she knows risk the chance of permanent death at the hands of this game. And so, with that thought, she reluctantly opens a portal into Hades and steps through, the portal closing and her ability to return to the moon once again locked behind the wall of a thousand gold for an airship ride up there.

Notes:

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Chapter 26: Swan Song

Summary:

A lot happens at the ball.
Tags: Sex, Soft Vore, Hard Vore, Soul Vore, Dubcon, Mental Shifts, Gluttony, Physical Corruption, Transformation, Mental Corruption... There's a lot y'all.

As the night stretches on, guests filter into private rooms or depart into the night, depending on their dispositions or their luck. Jandra is one of the few trying to re-enter the mansion at this advanced stage of the ball, and she finds the main ballroom eerily deserted. She instinctively circles around the open space to reach the bar where Mamoru is waiting. The axolotl has loosened his bowtie and is swirling a half a shot of melted ice in the condensation on the marble bar.

Jandra: Hoo hoo hoo, have I managed to return before you have things tied off with Horuss?
Mamoru: We have moved on to other ventures Bloop.
Jandra: This place seems deserted, are we still playing out our reunion? I recall you... or Salem wanted to make another round of the place?
Salem: oh mii22 jandra!

Salem bounces across the ballroom, puppet threads trailing. Her color-shifting satin cocktail dress is still perfectly clean. With the mess the pyrokinetic got Jandra out of, she's not particularly surprised. Jandra has managed a second outfit change, replacing her goldweave harem pants for a clingy gold bodycon dress with a long decolletage necklace of pilfered gold knives. She stoops to grasp Salem's proffered hands and dances in a quick circle, heels and blades tapping against the dance floor.

Salem: you wouldnt beliieve who ii ju2t encountered on the veranda
Salem: her iimperiiou2 heiire22 fulgora!

Pressure tightens around Jandra's temples, and she surreptitiously reaches up, finding a golden circlet resting around her head. This is strange because she doesn't remember putting it on.

Jandra: Oh, well, I will simply have to meet her. Lead the way.

Since the bar is now closed, Mamoru hops down from his barstool, swaying slightly, and follows along with Jandra and Salem out to the veranda. This secondary dance floor is open to the starscape. At the far end, one can see the blue-green tauroid of the Empyrean Realm, and in the other (quite a bit closer as it's part of the sprawling mansion) is the tilted clocktower, frozen minutes from midnight.

Fulgora is chatting with a blade drake—the result of a union between a kobold and a blade elf, —and as the trio approach, it's the drake who hails them. The sky elf psionic field informs Jandra of the drake's forms of address, but she notes that the drake’s sinuous tail is a sign of rare virility among the universally fertile kobolds

Trizzl: SOLLUX? 1 H4D H34RD YOU M4D3 4 PUPP3T, BUT S331NG YOU 1N TH3 FL3SH 1S 4NOTH3R TH1NG 3NT1R3LY! 1 HOP3 YOU KNOW 3R1D4N H4S B33N BR4GG1NG TO 3V3RYON3 WHO W1LL L1ST3N TH4T H3 H4S S3DUC3D YOU W1TH H1S CH4RMS.
Salem: 2eriiou2ly?? he came whiiniing two me about practiiciing hii2 makeout game 2o he wouldn't embara22 hiim2elf iin front of fulgora...
Fulgora: 38O W)(at S—-ERIOUSLY?! Ug)(, I already told )(im like A )(UNDR——ED TIM——ES we're JUST FRI——ENDS!!!

After sharing a knowing roll of her eyes with Salem, Fulgora shakes her head with disgust, her long hair floating up and flowing around as if she were still deep under the sea. Her entire outfit tonight was moving as such, a flowing and shimmering rainbow of soft, sheer cloth that one could very easily see through. This was a traditional fabric of the deep merfolk, but what was truly unique was her use of deep spellcraft to keep her skin scales and gills moist. This was a simple thing for their Witch caste, of which she was a former part of. But if one wondered if that was still her class, the answer would come rapidly with the appearance of a fish floating over with a small shotglass of spicewine for the girl, which she plucked out of the air before smiling and thanking the fish in Deepspeech before it despawned.

Fulgora: I mean really, t)(at guy's SO desperate!
Salem: ii do not know many giirl2 who favor a dragon'2 traiit2, ii2 iit faiir two a22ume you are terezii? plea2e pardon my ma2ter'2 dii2quiiet, he doe2 not liike when ii 2peak of true name2.
Trizzl: Y34H, 4ND DON'T WORRY 4BOUT 1T. 4 SHR3WD 4DV3NTUR3R KNOWS WH3N TO PL4Y H3R ROL3. WHO'S TH1S CUT13?
Jandra: It's all moon language to me, hoo hoo hoo. I don't think have met any of you before.
Jandra: Fulgora, I presume? I am merely Jandra the humble herald.

Stepping forward, Jandra takes her hand from her temple—where she was massaging out one hell of a headache—and extends it with its pair, cupped palms up, to receive Fulgora's hand. What was good for the golden goose would surely work for her kid sister. Why was she trying to steal from this new friend? Jandra stole from Erebus, but he was a foul creature.

It takes Fulgora a moment to do so, but with a giggle she puts her hand in Jandra's.

Fulgora: O)(, it's so nice to meet you!
Fulgora: You're very polite!

The headband seems to pulse tighter for a moment around Jandra’s temple, and suddenly any lingering doubts disperse and she refocuses on her mission to steal obols for the Hellspawn lord, her desires growing. She was already desirous of the artifact, of course, but now she feels compelled to go above and beyond in her task.

Fulgora: And you're CUT--E too!
Fulgora: O)( but I )(ave to ask what you prefer to go by
Fulgora: You're V--ERY androgynous for the standards of t)(is realm! I want to make sure I don't mess it up

Jandra wonders why her pronouns aren't being projected the way they were for Trizzl. Meanwhile, her fingers work on autopilot as she raises Fulgora's hand and tugs, guiding her into the herald's arms. She uses the bump to discreetly access Fulgora's inventory and swipe her obol.

Jandra: I answer to they or theirs, and friends use she or hers, but I could always be yours.
Fulgora: O)(!

Fulgora laughs and leans in, but not before pushing herself up to more of her full height, now looming over the herald with a grin that shows all of her teeth.

Fulgora: Careful )(erald, I can bite pretty bad!

Jandra’s heart skips a beat, but more because she’s afraid her subterfuge has been discovered than any romantic inclinations, but then Fulgora slides back down, more of her serpentine body resting on the floor as she returns to eye level with the others.

Fulgora: T)(at was SMOOT)(! Gos)(, I can feel my belly fluttering! O)( I )(AV——E to send you a contact request!

She summons another fish who pulls out a quill and paper, writing down the contact request as they stand there.

Jandra is stunned into silence by the heiress' playful threat. Luckily, there are others present to fill the silence.

Salem: have eiither of you 2een any of our other friiend2 onliine yet?
Salem: ii 2tarted playiing wiith tavro2 but ii kiind of lo2t track of hiim
Trizzl: OH 1 S4W TONS OF FOLKS. 4R4D14 1S PL4Y1NG 4 F4UN PSYCHOPOMP, WH1CH F1GUR3S. 1 S4W H3R H4NG1NG 4ROUND VR1SK4, WH1CH 1S HOW 1 GOT TH1S ROCK1N' BOD.

This provides Jandra a suitable distraction as she pieces together from context exactly what Trizzl means. Such a death and rebirth really puts her encounter with Krampus into context.

Trizzl beams as she watches the others chew on that revelation. She pays particular attention to Jandra, who has the most appropriate reaction. Trizzl crosses her arms so that the fabric of space and time that she's wearing gathers suggestively, revealing her hips.

Salem seems unfazed.

Salem: tavro2 ii2 2ome kiind of cavaliier, but he diidn't 2eem two buy iin two 2ome of the machaniic2

Fulgora sips her drink and nods before replying.

Fulgora: Cavalier is a good class! Do you remember )(is specialization?
Fulgora: I'm a sc)(oolfeeder! 38D
Fulgora: And I don't know if we knew )(er but I met this ABSOLUT——-ELY ADORABL——-E Archipelago Sphinx!
Fulgora: I t)(ink )(er name was Danyali?

She calls up yet another fish who has a list of all the names of characters she interacted with that night, including NPCs. She looks over the list and nods in confirmation. The fish writing down the contact info for Jandra floats over to the Hellspawn, offering it over. As she takes it in hand, the paper explodes in a puff of smoke. In the mechanics underlying the world they find themselves in, it adds them to each other's friends list, allowing them to know how to get messages to the other no matter where they are.

Jandra: Speaking of adorable, I love your fish.

Trizzl's instincts as an inquisitor take in the rest of Jandra, her necklace of trophies, her slender fingers with their lacquered nails, and she recognizes the gesture of a pickpocket tucking something from a sleeve access into the more secure breast access to her inventory.

The drake approaches and puts a hand on Jandra's arm casually. She speaks to Fulgora while she communicates to Jandra that they need to speak privately with a tense squeeze and a meaningful glance.

Jandra blinks at Trizzl dumbly.

Trizzl: D4NY4L1? DO3S SH3 H4V3 WH1T3 FUR 4ND W1NGS? 1 TH1NK 1 S4W H3R 34RL13R.
Fulgora: Y—EA)(! O)( my gods s)(e was SO SW—E—ET!
Fulgora: I wonder )(ow s)(e's doing now.

She takes another sip, finishing the shot and returning it to the fish, who carries it back towards the carapacian it was retrieved from.

Trizzl: Y34H, SH3 W3NT 1NTO TH3 PR1V4T3 ROOMS W1TH N3P3T4 4WH1L3 4GO 4ND 1 H4V3N'T S33N 31TH3R OF TH3M COM3 OUT.

Jandra searches Trizzl's expression for meaning, choosing to stay quiet and let Trizzl draw her back from the middle of the group.

Salem: 2he 2ound2 cute! 2hould we move thii2 party over there and 2ee iif they come out?

Feferi nods emphatically in response, grinning ear to ear in a decidedly nonthreatening way.

Fulgora: I'd LOV——-E T)(AT!
Fulgora: Oh she's SO cute you'll love her!

She starts moving in that direction, slithering along like a snake. A small trail of saltwater is left in her wake, caused by the thin magiced layer on her skin.

The doorkeep for the private rooms hall doesn't so much as glance at Fulgora before opening the doors wide for her and her entourage. She gives him a small bundle of boons as a gift, one that, for those who are good at estimating the amount of such things on sight, is enough to rent a market stall for a month.

She slips through, examining the hallway and the variously tiered doors to instanced private rooms. She points at the one at the end.

Fulgora: T)(at one would be mine!
Fulgora: It's a V——ERY nice room! 38D
Fulgora: But it's only for top tier supporters and other VIPs so they're probably not in there.

Salem follows, skipping between Fulgora's lead and Mamorus unsteady cane-assisted swagger. In each other case, the axolotl had encountered this hall through his puppets. Now, following the heiress to a meeting of those she trusted with her True Name, it is hard to deny he is awed into silence by this further show of opulence. A single gate could be dismissed as an illusion, but these doors lead to different places depending on who opens them. An even greater feat, casually applied to a simple door frame.

Jandra and Trizzl trail behind, still arm in arm.

Trizzl: 1 DON'T TH1NK NY4L4TEPH WOULD H4V3 SPRUNG FOR 4 ROOM, M4YB3 D4NY4L1 1S SOM3ON3 3LS3'S PLUS ON3?
Kudoten: Pardon Me But Are You All Talking About The Sphinx Danyali?

Kudoten, a jade-carven helltouched who is learning she has an ear for overhearing names, peeks out from one of the private rooms. Her eyes linger on her sodalite cousin, Jandra.

Kudoten: She Is One Of The Guests Of My Host But She Is Not In The Associated Room
Kudoten: That Is To Say
Kudoten: She Is Not Here Yet And We Have Been Waiting For Her

Before anyone can reply, a voice behind Kudoten interrupted.

Rakora: who r u tlaking to kan—opps lol
Rakora: i mean kutoden
Rakora: *kudoten
Rakora: lmao cuteoten
Rakora: bcuz ur a 10 lol

A black paw pulls the door open further just enough for the head of a curious black sphinx to pop out, big golden eyes with pink rims blinking at the collection of people before the two. This also reveals the rest of Kudoten, who is effectively nude apart from a purple ribbon laced between various piercings. Kudoten balks as the door swings open, stooping slightly in a way that telegraphs embarrassment but manages to frame and press together her nominally ribbon-clad breasts. Kanaya is mortified, and Kudoten uses that to prey on her affiliates.

Fulgora: 380 KANAYA?!?!
Fulgora: O)( my glub I didn't even T)(INK you'd PLAY T)(IS KIND OF GAM————-E!!!
Fulgora: Like it doesn't surprise me that Nepeta or Trizzl are here but WOW!!!!
Fulgora: And you're SO )(OT TOO!!!
Trizzl: S3R1OUSLY, 1T'S L1K3 4 CL4SS R3UN1ON BUT S3XY.
Kudoten: I Am Not Sure What Possessed Me To Venture Out From The Lalonde Private Estate But Thank You

The name Lalonde brings Jandra back from her musings, and she finally experiences the same sudden recognition her companions were feeling. For a split second, Jandra thinks of Rose as she comes to the sinking realization that this is how she is meeting her friend's sister's girlfriend, but the slur in her voice reveals the much more scandalous reality that this was-

Jandra: *Roxy* Lalonde?
Rakora: yeag thats me unfirtunutely
Rakora: jk obvi lol
Rakora: omg wait
Rakora: janey??

Upon realizing that this is in fact her best friend from childhood the cat pushes all the way out and rushes forwards, entirely naked. She latches onto Jandra, pulling them into a tight and very naked hug

Rakora: omg hi
Rakora: if i knew yowere plaginh fso we coudve olayed!
Fulgora: Wait aren't you one of the top tier supporters? 380
Rakora: yup lol

Jandra catches Rakora and lifts her into a slow turn, gathering the sphinx's legs with her other arm.

Jandra: Those are your ships that gold-digger creep was drooling over?

Salem, Feferi, Kudoten, and Trizzl exchange looks.

Salem: diid that nautiical 2ucka22 call hiim2elf erebu2?
Jandra: Something like that, why?
Trizzl: TH4T WOULD B3 TH4T 3R1D4N GUY W3 W3R3 T4LK1NG 4BOUT 34RL13R >:[
Kudoten: I Would Not Worry About Him For The Rest Of The Night
Kudoten: Your Note Was Quite The Charming If Unnecessary Introduction
Jandra: Just seemed like the thing to do. :B
Fulgora: Well good t)(ing we don't )(ave to worry about )(im making things weird!
Fulgora: We used to be best friends but )(e kind of became an incel so like 38/
Fulgora: I )(onestly wis)( )(im t)(e best but I just can't deal wit)( )(im any more!
Fulgora: So you DON'T know where Danyali is right now?
Rakora: omg janey wherr r ur bewbs
Rakora: *jandra
Rakora: srory

The fact that her chest has been furthest from Jane’s mind, even with a humanoid kitten curled up in her arms, is its own small miracle, and sharing that moment of euphoria with Rakora is enough to drag her out of her winding thoughts.

Jandra: I took the opportunity to opt out. :B
Jandra: It sure seems like my occupation has made it a little unclear, but that's all I had changed. I still go by she and her... mostly.
Trizzl: YOU KNOW, 1F YOU'R3 JUST F3D UP W1TH M4MM4R13S, 1 C4N TH1NK OF 4NOTH3R W4Y TO G3T TH3R3 WH1THOUT SPO1L1NG TH3 GR4ND PR1Z3 3V3RY F1V3 M1NUT3S.
Jandra: Dancing around in sheer parachute pants was ‘spoiling the grand prize,’ and I was still having to correct people. I have half a mind to just stop bothering.

Salem thows up her hands and sighs the biggest, most tortured sigh.

Salem: hey 2alem, how ha2 beiing a giirl been? dope a2 heck, dre22e2 feel liike beiing buckled iinto a cloud. nobody fudgiing care2! are we goiing two fiind anymore catgiirl2 or do we want two take the naked2 back iinto theiir room? mamoru ii2 about two un-evolve eye2 and return two the cave2 where he wa2 2pawned.
Fulgora: I'm going to be )(onest it wasn't much of a surprise!
Fulgora: IBut I'm )(appy for you! 38D
Rakora: lol
Rakora: ur a cutey doll
Rakora: pupept isa fun backeound
Rakora: jandra we shoud smoich

Roxy has her head against Jandra's shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around their neck. Her eyes are half lidded and unfocused in the way that suggests light Ardent Spicewine usage, and judging by how warm she feels, quite a bit of it.

Salem pouts while Jandra makes her assessment, everyone apparently ignoring either of the reasons for the doll's outburst.

Jandra: Hoo hoo hoo. You know, my saliva is intoxicating, and I reckon you're already pretty far gone. Are you sure we can't find you somewhere to settle down before we put you over the edge?

Fretting over a Mamoru who is leaning against the far wall, Salem produces a red shawl and offers it to Kudoten, who takes a half step back.

Kudoten: I Do Not Like The Feel Of Cloth Against My Skin
Fulgora: 38O Really? Huh.

Fulgora considers Kudoten for a moment. Nothing comes of it however, and the conversation moves forwards without whatever caused her pause being addressed as Rakora replies to her friend.

Rakora: lol thts fien
Rakora: i kisesd kduoten a bvucnh
Fulgora: So like, they probably didn't give Nyalateph and Danyali a key, then
Fulgora: Where the hell are they then, if they're in here?

Trizzl and Feferi break away from the group, unconsciously drawn together between the shy Mamoru and the snubbed Salem. There's a shift in Salem when Kudoten turns away the red shawl, and she almost comments on it before catching a hard glance from Trizzl.

Trizzl: H4V3 31TH3R OF YOU S33N 3R1D4N TON1GHT?
Salem: yeah he'2 been hiittiing on anythiing weariing enough ca2h iitem2

Jane speaks up, her lips inches from Rakora's, taking slow steps back toward the privacy of the sphinx's room.

Jandra: He was crying to me about a couple of lesbians who stole his key.

The Sphinx Conjurer stares into the Herald's eyes, lips already parted and awaiting the kiss.

Fulgora: Ug)(, )(e's such a creep. But I'm kind of worried for )(im now...

Kudoten is transfixed by the sensuous display and follows, taking the sphinx's paws in each hand. The herald lands the kiss, and holds Rakora close, lost momentarily in the union. Rakora gasps as her lips are met, eyes shutting gently as she pulls herself closer, no fear in her of the intoxicating effects previously mentioned as she happily swaps saliva with one of her oldest friends. Her heart can be felt shuddering in her chest, and her toes curl in Kudoten's hands.

Trizzl snorts.

Trizzl: 1'LL B3T PYR4LSP1T3'S HO4RD 4G41NST H3R SOUL C4US3 1 TH1NK NY4L4T3PH STOL3 3R3BUS' K3Y. PROB4BLY D1DN'T 3V3N R34L1Z3 TH3Y KN3W 34CH OTH3R.

Trizzl inclines her chin toward Kudoten for the benefit of those not self-absorbed. Feferi glances at Kudoten, watching as she approaches the two, suspicion plain on her face now that the Hellspawn was no longer paying attention to anything. She looks back at Trizzl and nods.

Fulgora: )(e probably c)(eaped out too. I'd say )(e paid just enoug)( to get into the ball wit)(out needing to be a plus one.

She indicates a door closer to the entry of the hall, suggesting without saying that would be the most likely place.

In another time, in another world, Jane had dreamt of this. To be fair, she had a tendency toward romanticising any friendship with the latitude to accept her fudgy, hyperfeminine assets, but her crush on Roxy started early and persisted through several fundamental changes which might have assuaged a less consummate piner. This was not, however, how she imagined them kissing. Really kissing, not 'practicing,' which this was definitely not. Here, Rakora hungrily drinks down the mild capitulant ichor welling up in Jandra's mouth. Jandra lets the sphinx suck her long, forked tongue down Rankora's hot, undulating throat.

Capitulant ichor makes the drinker highly suggestible. It is one of the rarer spicewines, and has a blue sheen. Opinions differ on the spicewines, but they are no more polarized than with dark capitulant spicewine. Horror stories about discovering, too late, that you've taken a draught of the wrong vintage generally end in the discovery of a blue hue in the dregs of a bottle.

Salem rolls her eyes and turns her back on the display, responding pointedly to Fulgora.

Salem: that doe2 2ound liike hiim, iimperiial hiighne22.
ma2ter? ii2 there anythiing we can do two, liike, jiimmy the lock?
Mamoru: Sadly, I have not finished our telekinetic, and I suspect these doors are held fast by more than tumbler locks.
Fulgora: I'm not even sure if t)(ese doors )(ave a mec)(anic for picking the locks!
Fulgora: We might )(ave to do somet)(ing metagamey.

She glances at the door for a good moment. Maybe they could hack it...

Behind this crew, Rakora can feel the ichor overtaking her, hoping that this finally can have the effect of pushing her under which she was seeking so deeply. She moans around Jandra's tongue, eyes opening slightly as they roll partially back from the sensation. She's not even remotely paying attention to whatever the others might be talking about at the moment.

Trizzl: YOU DON'T S4Y. SHOOT 1T TO M3 STR8, PR1NC3SS.

Trizzl is the only one of the on-task party still mean-mugging the literal demons dragging a woman into the shadows. She still needed that little hedonist to connect the dots and deliver this bounty of unprotected souls to that 8itch Nyalateph.

Fulgora: We N—E—ED someone to hack the door if we want to get in there.
Fulgora: It does bring up some questions! Like, why break the door down at all?
Fulgora: But the second question is who can do it? Salem?
Salem: what your hiighne22?
Trizzl: SH3 W4NTS YOU TO H4CK TH3 DOOR, SOLLUX.
Salem: liike wiith an axe?

Fulgora frowns and gives Trizzl another look before studying Salem's face for any hint of irony. When none is found, she replies.

Fulgora: Uh, no. She might be going under, maybe we can ask someone else?

Upon hearing about someone going under, Rakora starts listening to the discussion. She pushes gently at Jandra's chest to indicate that she wants it to stop for a moment, pulling away as she does.

Rakora: i cna hack!

The helltouched almost recoil like vampires in the presence of a holy symbol. Jandra turns, but stands her ground, loosening her grip if only to show how tightly Rakora clings to her.

Salem grows quiet, but Trizzl presses, watching Jandra. She knows exactly what breed of demons these two were, and what effect that face-sucking should be having. It's not her fault Roxy can't seem to get into character.

Trizzl: WHY DON'T YOU COME 8R34K 1NTO TH1S DOOR FOR S4LEM, SHE'S OFF H3R G4M3 TOD4Y.
Rakora: oaky!

She a little reluctantly removes her grip on the helltouched, squirming out of her grasp to go and help with the situation. She crouches down by the door, eye level, and pulls out what looks very much like one of the devices the moderators carry around, except this one is pink and looks almost handmade.

She holds it up to the door and tilts her head, beginning to tap away on the screen.

Rakora: lol ur lcucky u got a leet haxxzor here to bust it for u!
Rakora: thsi shoudnt take too logn! but if u cna give me a hadn it'll go quikcer!

Fulgora looks back over at the Hellspawn, considering them for a good moment. She looks back at Trizzl and Salem before shrugging and going over to Roxy, quickly being directed to try various things to the door so she can see some sort of output in hexadecimal format. For anyone looking that was familiar with it, it vaguely reminded of a hex editing cheating program, but it was clear this one was mainly used to futz around with world variables.

Trizzl: H3Y TH3R3 HOT SHOT H3R4LD.

Trizzl takes this opportunity to single out Jandra, sliding past a patiently passive Kudoten. Everything in her manner was carefully judged to reassure Fulgora that she was going to take care of whatever was affecting their friends. Instead, she grabs Jandra by the elbow and drags her far enough away that she doesn't have to lower her voice.

Trizzl: LOOK, 1 S4W WH4T YOU D1D, 4ND 1'M NOT M4D, BUT YOU C4N'T H4NG 4ROUND H3R3 W1TH WH4T YOU'V3 GOT. NOW M3? 1 LOST M1N3 4WH1L3 4GO, SO 1'V3 GOT NOTH1NG TO F34R FROM YOU.
Jandra: I actually have no idea what you're talking about.
Trizzl: SUR3 SUR3. >:]
Trizzl: NOW YOU M1GHT B3 TH1NK1NG TO YOURS3LF, J4NDR4! YOU C4N'T TRUST TH1S FR34K! 1T'S NOT JUST 4 CL3R1C OF PYR4LSP1T3, 3T3RN4L FO3 OF TH3 SORC3R3R 4ND 4LL OF H1S MULT1TUD1NOUS M1N1ONS, BUT WH4T YOU WOULD B3 OV3RLOOK1NG WOULD B3 MY NOBL3 H31GHT 4ND BL4D3L1K3 SC4L3S.
Jandra: I was wondering about that, actually. The others made a big deal out of me, but you can't hide behind the ambiguity of reptilian biology.
Trizzl: WH4T TH3 4CTU4L FUCK DO3S TH4T M34N?

Trizzl stops to look back at the others. Rakora and Fulgora are stooped over their work, The axolotl is comforting a distant-looking Salem. Only Kudoten gives the blade drake even a second glance.

Trizzl: WH4T 4R3 YOU LOOK1NG 4T?
Kudoten: A Very Disturbed Terezi Pyrope

Trizzl shudders and averts her gaze. She had other irons in the fire.

---

Nyalateph pulls her head up from her mate's neck, glancing back at the door. There had just been a knock, but even in her under state, she knew that this shouldn't be possible. She pulls out of the plush white ass, her thick knotted and barbed cock (the features a mix of the canidform kobold's soul that made it and her own background) slipping free from the well-fucked Dany, who whines in disappointment as she feels herself emptied for the first time in what felt like hours.

She rolls onto her soft stomach, leaning on her elbow and pushing herself up just enough for her soft just-about-head-sized breasts to only just touch the cloth below, the fat that was once the lifeforce of two souls having spread to fill out her entire form. Nyalateph stops at the door, pulling out one of her spirit daggers from the air. Dany watches her with one golden-green eye and one red eye, and Nyala looks back with ones that match much the same. She throws the door wide open, keeping the knife hidden but not hiding her or her mate's fully naked bodies—

Rakora: oh!

And Rakora falls backwards on her ass, suddenly met with a faceful of cock. Nyalateph blinks and looks at the crowd and the hallway in front of her, and then back at the room behind her. It had been converted–according to the people inside–to match a more Sphinx-esque style, and she had forgotten that she was not, in fact... Well, anywhere but the ball.

Suddenly Nepeta comes crashing back into her mindset as on a glance back she realizes, wait, oh god that's Fulgora! She drew Fef a portrait of her one time! She backs up suddenly, the knife disappears back into her inventory, and she offers a shy grin, trying in vain to cover her large, throbbing, dripping shaft.

Nyalateph: :33 < uhh hi guys! we werent—
Danyali: expecting furriends to show up! hi rakora!

The white cat jumps to her feet, ignoring her own dripping as she approaches, legs still shaking from the rough fucking she’d been enduring for the past who knows how long.

Rakora: hi dany! woag, yuo got big!
Danyali: yeah! nyala here and i were having—
Nyalateph: :33 < —a purrsonal moment and i got carried away with soul magic... i dont think i can get my kitty back now actually
Danyali: oh, well if you want to get it back im sure we can—
Nyalateph: :33 < —figure it out yeah im just worried about if its gonna be catastrophic to log out like this—
Danyali: log out?

Dany tilts her head at her mates words, ears flicking a bit. Nyala laughs nervously with a slightly huskier voice before turning to the crew standing in her doorway once again.

Kudoten: Have You Determined The Catalyst?
Salem: are we makiing plan2 two depart already? everyone ju2t got here!

Salem elbows past Kudoten and bounces into the room, lifting the hem of her duotone satin dress so that it shimmers red and blue. Her eyes flick between Nyala's bobbing member and the mirrored heterochromia of the two sphinxes.

Salem: oh ii love your eye2!
Nyalateph: :33 < our eyes?

She looks Dany in the eyes and really studies her for the first time since the two fell into the depths of character. Dany smiles back, before taking another swig of the ardent spicewine that they had accidentally ignored until now.

Nyalateph: :33 < oh, thats a little—
Danyali: —purrplexing! is it because we—
Nyalateph: :33 < —became a soul bonded pair? purrhaps, but it—
Rakora: lol whhatsa soul bondgae pair

The two other cats look at her at the same time, and Nyala continues as Dany goes over to the rest of the group to start offering naked hugs.

Nyalateph: :33 < its a desert sphinx shaman class ability
Nyalateph: :33 < i binded our souls together and it kinda seems like—
Danyali: —all the fun we had made it even stronger!
Nyalateph: :33 < purrciseley—gosh i think shes making me worse at puns
Danyali: worse? but nyala we got to be the cutest pawssible!
Nyalateph: :33 < yeah but some of these are really on the nose—
Danyali: and its a cute little pink nose!
Danyali: when did you get so purrsnickety lol

Fulgora blinks as Dany pulls her into a big hug while saying lol aloud. The heiress laughs and pats Dany’s head.

Fulgora: Uh wow even while under you still know what lol is huh?
Danyali: my sis says it all the time!
Danyali: i dont know what it means but
Rakora: lol
Salem: that2 liike the thread2 that biind u2 wiithh ma2ter mamoru!

Tugging at the conversation on a short leash once again, Salem holds her hands out in presentation as an axolotl in a somewhat rumpled tuxedo and tophat closes the door behind the party of eight. Dany catches him by surprise and picks him up off the floor to hug him.

Mamoru: Charmed to be included Bloop.
Sorukso: d0nt 2ay iit liike that 2enpaii

Heads swivel to a little puppet ninja perched on a side table on the far wall. He pulls down his facemask revealing coral patterned porcelain features. Dany giggles at the Axolotls sound and gives him a kiss on the cheek before moving on to the Hell spawn without even a second’s hesitation. Nepeta seems a little apprehensive about that, but she's pretty sure that's just her friend Kanaya so she should be fine...

Fulgora: 380 TWO PUPP—ETS?! You must be playing a lot! I just hang around the popular RP zones...

In spite of her misgivings, Fulgora is also a top tier supporter. She's currently at a higher level than anyone else in the room except possibly Roxy, who's level is entirely obscured.

Nyalateph: :33 < i'd be about that level too but i've been so stressed out about terezi...
Nyalateph: :33 < i was playing with her when we started and she hasn't talked to me since
Nyalateph: :33 < i'm a little afuraid she's mad at me

Kudoten crouches to hug the roly poly kitten, pressing their tits together.

Kudoten: We Were Just With Her
Kudoten: She Seemed More Concerned With Another Helltouched Named Jandra
Kudoten: Not Anyone We Know From The Outside

Kudoten turns her attention to Danyali.

Kudoten: I See You Are Enjoying Your Body
Kudoten: I Am Enamored With The More Recent Developments
Danyali: hi kudoten!
Danyali: yeah its like
Danyali: it feels kinda like im enjoying it for the first time ever but like
Danyali: i don't know why! like it feels like i just became a girl today but like i—
Danyali: ... right?

Danyali looks at Kudoten with confusion in her eyes, something deep inside her stirring awake. For some reason, confronting that strange feeling is suddenly filling her with emotions that she was pretty sure she processed years ago.

Salem can't seem to bear losing the attention of the group so easily after their dramatic entry. She approaches Fulgora, trying to draw her into a direct conversation.

Salem: iit ha2nt been ea2y briingiing the other2 onliine
Salem: ii wa2 not buiilt for prolonged combat and ii have had two 2tumble bliindly through 2ociial encounter2
Fulgora: Oh yeah puppets can be funky from what I saw on some YouTube videos!
Fulgora: Playing split identities in a game that affects your internal narrative is a bold choice!
Nyalateph: :33 < gosh its a neat feature though
Nyalateph: :33 < and that's good to hear about terezi but..

She shakes her head, continuing down less worrisome paths.

Nyalateph: :33 < do you want me to doodle your pawpets? i'd need to do it outside but
Nyalateph: :33 < we could upload them and then your mewster could—
Nyalateph: :33 < mewster??

Dany giggles quietly. Roxy, meanwhile, looks around

Rakora: spekaing of terizzl, wasnt she rihgt here with janedra?
Rakora: whered htey go?

---

Trizzl closes the door of Rakora's private room behind her, and reaches over to a panel beside the door to press the room service button. The call light starts blinking. Jandra sits on the corner of the bed, crossing her legs and looking expectantly at the blade drake.

Jandra: Really, I don't know why you felt the need to drag me off. Anything you could want from me you could have gotten in the room with the others.
Trizzl: 1 S4W YOU ST34L FULGOR4'S OBOL. YOU C4N'T JUST H4NG 4ROUND H3R 4ND 3XP3CT NOT TO G3T FOUND OUT.
Jandra: I have quite the collection of them. Hoo hoo hoo. I was looking forward to divesting Danyali and Nyalateph of theirs as well.

Trizzl feels her scales prickle at the thought, though she cannot tell if it's fear or excitement.

Trizzl: M4MORU 4ND KUDOT3N?
Jandra: The kobold's fault is in trusting his tools too much. I lifted one off of Salem earlier tonight. Kudoten was tricky, as I had my arms full of sphinx, but I've been blessed with spares in unlikely places.

Jandra rolls one of her knives across the knuckles of one of her hindhands. Trizzl approaches, for once looking down on someone, if only because Jandra is seated. Jandra notices the impossible fabric of spacetime draped over the kobold hybrid is tenting, and her expression slides from sly to coy. The helltouched dismisses her blades and slides both hindhands up Trizzl's hips. The fabric gathers, revealing a glistening, tapered member emerging from the drake's cloaca.

Trizzl: GOOD, GOOD. GR8 3V3N. L3T M3 M4K3 ON3 MOR3 L1TTL3 4RR4NG3M3NT TO T1P TH3 SC4L3S 4ND W3 C4N D1SP3NS3 W1TH 8US1N3SS.

The call button stops flashing red, and turns a solid green. A wall panel opens up and a Prospitan Concierge ducks into the room, inquiring as to how she might be of service.

Trizzl: PL34S3 S3ND 4 BOTTL3 OF L1GHT L4V1SH1NG TO NY4L4T3PH, SH3 SHOULD B3 1N TH3 PR1V4T3 ROOM OF TH3 US3R 3R38US W1TH FULGOR4 4ND SOM3 OTH3RS.

The pale carapacian asks who she should say the bottle is from. Trizzl's response catches in her throat as Jandra slides the drake's shaft home in her tight passage.

Trizzl: T3LL H3R T3R3Z1 1S SORRY SH3 M1SS3D H3R 4G41N 4ND LOOKS FORW4RD TO OUR N3XT 3NCOUNT3R. >:]

---

Back in Erebus' room, Salem flops halfway onto the bed, pushing herself up on her hands, and rolling into a prim seated position, adjusting the folds of her cocktail dress. She continues her conversation with Fulgora.

Salem: hone2tly the two topiic2 are totally freakiing iintriin2iically iintertwiined
Salem:2peediing through the occupatiion que2t2 wa2 the only way we were goiing two be able two get around the eiight hour playtiime liimiit
Sorukso: be2iide2 ii have a penchant f0r biifurcatii0n and dualiity

The bed shifts as Kudoten takes Danyali down to its expansive, plush surface. The helltouched grasps one pooling breast and grinds against the sphinx's useless clitty. A low and prolonged moan escapes Kudoten befor it's cut short by a deep kiss.

Fulgora slithers up next to the bed, her long body coiling beneath her. She nods at what Sollux is saying, but still seems a little concerned.

Fulgora: T)(at makes sense, but purposefully getting around that sounds like it might be dangerous.
Fulgora: Like I talked to some of the devs and it's a protection. As long as you understand the risks, I guess.

Nepeta pads over while watching the hellspawn grind on her mate new friend, settling down at the traditional desert sphinx kneeling table on top of one of the ornate pillows. While everyone's attention leaves her, Rakora slips back out into the hall, closing the door behind her to look for her friend and that little drake.

Danyali: ohhh kudoten~ nyaaa—

Whatever she had been feeling, whatever troublesome thoughts those were, they fade away the instant Dany's brought down with the hellspawn. The white cat's sighs of pleasure at the contact become muffled by the cause, and quickly Dany wraps her arms and legs around Kudoten to hold her close. Dany’s eyes shut tight and her tongue willfully enters the demon's mouth, the concept of any risk, unlike others in the room, completely foreign. According to her backstory, Kudoten is the first hellspawn she has met. Not many existed in the Archipelagos, after all.

She starts grinding back against Kudoten, body begging for more touch due to the high amount of Ardent Spicewine still in her blood. Nepeta's eyes stare at them more, and she bites her lip as her cock once again grows to full mast, already dripping with her virile seed.

Sorukso: ii d0nt thiink any0ne under2tand2 the rii2k2 iit2 n0t liike theyve d0ne l0ngiitudiinal 2tudiie2 0n thii2 iit2 n0t a f00d 0r a drug
Fulgora: I hate to say it but you're right! The dev I talked to said about how the game modifies your internal narrative to put you under or something.
Salem: dont worry thii2 ii2 the longe2t we have played at the 2ame tiime were not beiing- iim not beiing iirre2ponciible

Salem scoots over and leans in, moving to take Fulgora's hand in both of hers. She pats Salem with the other hand, being careful with the small porcelain doll girl. Sorukso drops from the side table into a kneeling position beside her.

Sorukso: t0niight ii2 2peciial th0ugh

Mamuro kneels at the table with Nyalateph, slipping his undone bowtie into his jacket pocket before shrugging out of it and folding it roughly on the table. He too watches the hellspawn's seduction of the winged sphinx. Kudoten slides onto her knees and lifts the sphinx off her ruffled wings. She slips her arms under Danyali's knees and leans backwards, taking Dany’s modified weight onto her hips.

Mamoru: It is good to relax at the end of a productive day Bloop.

Danyali giggles as she's pulled up into the hellspawns lap, the buzz in her still from over imbibing dark Ardent making just this feel very nice. She leans forwards, pressing into Kudoten, and starts to gently gyrate in her lap

Danyali: gods that dark ardent stuff makes me so fuckig hornyyy..
Danyali: kudoten, will you help me~

She says this with a coyness about her. The girl had gotten very used to playing the part of the easy kitty during her journey in Spicewine. Fulgora doesn't even notice, not thinking for a second how she was the start of the trend. She was instead focused on her doll friends.

Meanwhile, Nepeta looks at her friends master and nods.

Nyalateph: :33 < yeah, you're right. i—

Interrupting her is a knock on the door followed by a Patient Chessgirl coming into the room, asking if a Nyalateph is present. The Sphinx raises her hand and the beetle woman comes over, handing her a note.

Nyalateph: :33 < oh uh thanks.

The Prospitan Chessgirl sets the bottle and two glasses on the table and stands for a moment, watching the proceedings with curiosity. Nyala glances over the note handed to her, a smile coming to her face.

Nyalateph: :33 it's from terezi! I guess she's not mad at me then

The Patient Concierge looks back to Nyalateph and asks if they need anything else.

Nyalateph: :33 < oh we should be purrfect thanks!

Really? Are you sure? Well if they need her for anything, anything at all, they can just push that button over there that she's indicating towards. She gives another bow before leaving the way she came.

Mamoru: Would you like me to pour it for you? The corks on the sparkling lavishing spicewine can be troublesome Bloop.

Mamoru unbuttons the first two buttons of his white shirt. He smiles up at Nyala.

On the bed behind them, Kudoten acquiesces to Danyali's foolhardy plea, and her slick, black tendrils emerge from her loins, probing the needy sphinx's hole. Kudoten sighs as the tendrils twine and penetrate Danyali's ass, but this hellspawn is far from pent up, and she will have to work to further corrupt the sphinx.

Danyali gasps at the intrusion, her body tensing and clenching with the twisting tendrils’ touch deep within her. While this is definitely not the first time she had been penetrated, and despite the long time spent with a singular knotted and barbed cock in her ass, the white sphinx had not yet numbed. This was likely the side effect of how much Ardent Spicewine she had consumed, and even if the effects had mostly faded or become a background hum as she became used to them, the current stimulation forces a heated return to the intense thrum of pleasure, every inch of her body screaming out with lust. Maybe it had to do with the hellspawn's sinful purview, but she couldn't begin to guess that or even consider that, nor any other thoughts. All that was in her head was a need for more. She buries her face in the crook of Kudoten's neck, moaning airily against the stone-wrought flesh.

Meanwhile, Nyala smiles back to the axolotl with a nod, and pushes the glass closest to her over towards him.

Nyalateph: :33 < please do! i haven't tried most spicewines yet, so you purrobably know better than me. i gotta say i'm a curious kitten about this one.

She leans towards the gentle-amphibian with a smile on her face.

Mamoru twists the key on the cage that holds the cork, drapes a kerchief over it, points it away, and twists it off with a pop! A thick, silvery vapour rises from the neck as the axolotl carefully pours the pale, carbonated drink into each glass. He picks up one glass and holds it up to the light.

Mamoru: Ah, yes. This is a light lavishing, as advertised Bloop.
Mamoru: You can tell by the opalescant sheen like an oil on water Bloop.
Mamoru: A vintage of decadence and deliciousness Bloop.
Mamoru: A toast? To wayward friends Bloop?

Nyala watches with curiosity as he goes through the process, only jumping a little with a small giggle with the pop! She takes the glass with both hands, examining the liquid and how it moves, how it shimmers. She looks back over towards him and nods, raising her glass to tap oh so gently.

Nyalateph: :33 < *she taps the dapper axolotls glass with her own, like any gentlecat would do* yeah, to wayward friends!

She then pulls the glass over to herself once more, pulling it up to her lips and taking a sip.

The fluid that flows in is thick and smooth, like an eggnog would be. As it rolls over her tongue and then down her throat, she can't help but let out a deep purr at the luxurious feeling and the almost pleasant tingling numbness that follows it. As it lands in her stomach and rests, the numbness changes. Instead, it blooms into a desire to consume more. And so she does, taking another, longer sip, not realizing until her glass is empty how much she is imbibing. She sets it down, and with a new rasping edge to her voice, speaks in the lower register she had been purposefully trying to lighten since her friends got here.

Nyalateph: :33 < oh gosh thats pawsitively amazing!
Nyalateph: :33 < it feels so good to drink!
Mamoru: That is my only complaint with this spicewine. The bottle goes too quick Bloop.

Mamoru refills both glasses, licking his lips and sparing his first glance at Nyalateph's ready erection.

---

In the other room, Jandra slides her hands up and down the hard scales of Trizzl's back and sinuous tail. Her muscles slide beneath her reptilian skin, thrusting rhythmically into the hellspawn's virginal folds.

Sex was not a necessary part of all helltouched modus operandi, and Jandra had thus far managed to avoid such entanglements; however, Jane had gotten so hot and bothered over kissing a friend, and this drake is so enticingly mysterious.

It wasn't straightforward, attempting to make out with such a long snout, and the two of them had gotten so worked up that to disengage, Jandra had to extricate her entire jaw from Trizzl's maw.

Jandra: Harder...

Trizzl complies immediately and with gusto, arching her back, modest elven tits bouncing. She doesn't even flinch when the door behind her opens.

Rakora's eyes widen at the sight, but she doesn't say a word as she enters, closing the door gently behind her. She pads over to the normal table sat next to the bed, taking a seat before leaning back, hand trailing to her puffy lower lips. The effects the spicewine had on her were causing a heat-like state to come over her lower body, but she wasn't sure if that was because of a mod she had installed or not. It doesn't matter at all though, especially when two fingers, claws retracted, enter her and a gasping moan is drawn out.

Jandra: Oh!

While Trizzl continues hammering, Jandra bolts up, propping herself up on her hands to find the object of her arousal perched on the chair beside the bed, pawing at herself. Jandra relaxes, running the fingers of one hindhand over the sharp, flared scales across Trizzl's hip.

Jandra: Have I transfixed you, little robber baroness? Hoo hoo hoo.

Trizzl's breath catches, and she freezes, Jandra sighs as she feels the reptile involuntarily test her virility. The reptile's cold blood pulses against Jandra's hot inner walls. Trizzl continues to thrust and twitch erratically against the overstimulation. Jandra watches, her grin widening.

The black cat lets out a giggle at the question, cut slightly shorter by another gasping moan. She takes her breast in her free hand, teasing her own nipple while trying to lean in such a way that it turns her masturbation into a pose for the sake of the two on the bed.

Rakora: yeagh
Rakora: fcuk i wsih i knew ud be itno this
Rakora: i wuolda invited u to my house lol

Jandra: I suppose I never thought I had something to bring to the table.

Jandra drags Trizzl into the bed and rolls on top of her, coming precariously close to flinging the drake off the bed entirely. Trizzl dangles head and shoulders off the bed as Jandra has her twitching body pinned.

Trizzl: P-PYR4LSP1T3 GUID3 MUH-

Jandra spits directly into Trizzl's mouth and the drake sputters, coughs, and the prayer dies on her lips.

Rakora: nnh~
Rakora: lol ur hot af tho
Rakora: liek in n otu this gaem

She pulsl her fingers out of herself and pushes to her feet, stumbling over to sit directly next to the two. She traces a still slightly moist finger along Jandra's body.

Rakora: evne if u look dfiferent or r udner or wahtevr
Rakora: *undre
Rakora: lol fuck it
Rakora: ur hot af
Rakora: i wanna smooch more
Jandra: I feel Jane's crush on you. I feel Jandra's duty to the Lords of Hell. No one has to go under. I am a capitulant helltouched after all. Maybe Jandra's daring can follow Janey home. We will have to wait and see. In the meantime, I want to smooch more too. Come here.

Trizzl's twitching has subsided, and she has returned to steadily pounding Jandra's cunt. The helltouched turns, planting one hand behind Rakora and reaching out with the other across her twisting chest to cup the black cat's cheek.
Rakora leans in, grinning, kneeling next to the two and leaning her chest against Jandra's twisting one as much as she can. She stops a few inches from Jandra's face, stopping mostly to speak.

Rakora: u can put me under tho
Rakora: i hvaen't felt it yet
Rakora: n i wanna

After saying this, she pushes into Jandra's lips with the sloppy and clumsy passion of a very horny drunk.

---

Nyalateph leans back on one hand, the other resting on the Axolotl's head as he bobs up and down on her cock. As it throbs and twitches against his tongue, her eyes roll down to the empty, tipped over bottle of spicewine. She frowns to herself, feeling disappointed that she can't engage in further gluttony while enjoying the pleasure. She glances over at the button, so over there by the door...

There was no way she was going to get up right now. Before she can consider how to solve the problem, Mamoru's tongue moving against her shaft causes her to let forth a low groan and her head leans back. A new bottle could wait.

Salem looks up to meet Fulgora's eyes again and sees her peering over the puppet's shoulder at Nyaleteph and Mamoru. Jealousy begins to boil her kettle until she feels a tug at one of her strings. The absolute gall of him to not only interrupt her time with the princess with his philandering, but to presume to call upon her favor? She decides to be especially short with him.

Salem: one 2ec priince22

Salem hops down, burdened with a tumult of thought, and attends her master.

Salem: you need 2omethiing?

Nyalateph pushes Mamoru's head down as soon as the puppet comes over, answering without trying to mask her lowered voice whatsoever. After all, why would she care if her new friend's doll heard it?

Nyalateph: :33 < oh good! as you can see the cat's got your masters tongue right now
Nyalateph: :33 < i need you to call that beetle girl back! i'm pawsitively famished, and we just ran out of wine!

She offers Mamoru just enough space to allow him to indicate that her order should be followed before promptly returning to fucking his mouth. Salem pouts over to the door, reaching up to hit the button before bouncing back to Fulgora's side. In a suddenly saccharine voice she breathes:

Salem: anythiing ii could do for you, hiighne22?
Sorukso: *anything*
Nyalateph: :33 < gods those puppets sure are useful!

Nyalateph continues to thrust up into the puppetmaster's mouth, considering all the uses for such advanced automata while awaiting the Prospitan Concierge's arrival.

Fulgora blinks at the two dolls, considering for a moment. It doesn't take long for her to decide, rolling her coils back to steadily reveal a horizontal slit, partially open with her hemiclitoris engorged with arousal. She reaches down after angling what would be her hips outwards, pulling up to reveal the inner flesh, soft and unnaturally bright pink. This substance, much like her blood, was theoretically luminescent, but here in the merely dim lighting of the room it merely seems a vibrant color.

Fulgora: Show me what you can do 38D

Salem pulls the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders and lets the cocktail dress drop. She's less slender and waifish than when she was created, which isn't entirely the fault of Horuss' transfiguration. A few days of decadent living have filled out her cheeks. She throws one leg over Fulgora's coil and settles down, sliding her glazed satin-white skin against Fulgora's scales. Sorukso pulls loose a knot on one shoulder, and the black gi he wears unravels from his arm, revealing dense coral red patterns of crashing waves from his ball and socket shoulder to ball jointed fingers that reach up to tuck stray plum colored bangs behind Fulgora's fin-like ear.

Sorukso: a2 iit turn2 0ut we have been practiicing advanced techniique2

The heiress relaxes down into her coils more, and one hand moves to pat the thicker doll while she leans slightly towards the ninja doll. She considers both of their designs for a good moment, even tracing the wave-like patterns on the ninja with her hand that's not more focused on his sister.

Fulgora: It must have taken a LONG time to get these designs right 38O
Fulgora: Most dolls you see their designs were rus)(ed
Fulgora: But you really took your time, )(u)(?

Behind them, Kudoten is feeling the pressures within reach a peak.

Kudoten: I Hope You Are Prepared To Receive Your Next Dose Of Ardent From The Source

At this point, Kudoten holds Danyali by the hips, her knees in the crooks of the demon’s elbows. The sphinx has spilled out, all fur and feathers, across the bed, breasts rolling with the ryhtm of the helltouched's thrusts. The vibrations of her throaty purr send Kudoten over the edge, and thick ichor begins to fill the sphinx's insides.

Dany's hands are both splayed next to her head, and her glazed gaze is held on Kudoten's face. Each thrust pushes out another gasp, another keening purr. The only response she has to the statement is a throaty purr that fills her whole body, needfulness in one sound. She gasps as she feels herself filled, the hot electric feeling of fresh ardent ichor causing her to orgasm right there, her entire body tensing up as a silent scream rips through her. Her body relaxes all at once, and all she can do is gaze at Kudoten and mutter out a phrase before another orgasm racks her body as the ardent ichor quickens towards its goal.

Danyali: i love y—nnyaa~

Nyalateph's head turns as she hears the door open behind her, the beetle returning. She eyes the axolotl choking on that cock, the hellspawn corrupting a snow white kitten on the bed, and the deepwater heiress playing with her dolls before looking back at Nyalateph. Nyalateph, with a husky breathiness in her voice, asks her for a veritable feast of delicacies and at least two more bottles of that spicewine. The Prospitan Chessgirl nods as she tries to keep her gaze on the one ordering rather than the distractions, waiting to speak. She asks, quite timidly, how the good sir will pay for the order, stuttering for a moment before correcting to ma’am.

Nyalateph: :33 < put it on the room tabby! and you can call me sir if you want~

Salem can't help but feel like she's missing out as she pushes up on Fulgora's anal plates to further expose her dripping cloaca. The fact that she can't pinpoint exactly what is bothering her keeps her from settling into the seductive certainty of purpose she can distantly feel through her connection to her brother. That stick in the mud probably wasn't even going to get tongue involved. Salem plants her lips around one of Fulgora's hemiclits. Her mind wanders to Mamoru, whose shockingly long tongue is wrapped multiple times around Nyalateph's barbed cock, spiraling infinitely toward the base like a barber's pole.

Nyalateph holds Mamoru's head down, shuddering as the action drags out of her chest. She thrusts upwards for a moment before she feels her seed spill out into his hungry mouth, filling it with her warm fluid. For a moment, she considers what she said to the bug lady, but that moment is fleeting as she starts thrusting up into Mamoru again, hungry for another orgasm.

Fulgora moans, the heiress spilling out more as Salem gets to work. She turns her head towards Sorukso, leaning in and giving a large, toothy grin.

Fulgora: Are you just going to sit t)(ere, small one?
Fulgora: I would find it pleasing if you assisted your sibling.

Her voice has changed, as has her body language. Everything about her reads as a character who's older than she appears, someone who has seen the darkest depths for every second of her life. Fulgora has more fully taken over for her player, gladly taking the reins so her other self could sit in the passenger seat and enjoy things vicariously through her.

Sorukso: 0f c0ur2e y0ur maje2ty h0w f00lii2h 0f me

A sad and beautiful dream of chaste kissing is tamped down like the mixed gunpowders of a colorful paper rocket, and Sorukso settles in beside his equivocating sister. They work in tandem, him voracious and methodical, her contemplative and surgical, working at the hemiclits until Sorukso slides a hand in the spear-like nukite form into the iridescent depths of Fulgora's maze like passage.

Salem objects telepathically, sure that her brother was going to clumsily grope his way into the wrong hole, but Sorukso places his other hand, reassuringly, on Salem's bare ass.

Sorukso: ii kn0w what iim d0iing
Fulgora: C)(aste kisses can come later, little one. Tonig)(t is a nig)(t for D—EBAUC)(—ERY
Fulgora: Your friend wis)(es to experience suc)( untouc)(able pleasures t)(rough my eyes. Let us all treat )(er well.

Fulgora reaches down and pets his head as he processes her intrusion into his thoughts, smiling at him as he feels her insides massage around him, coaxing him deeper.

Meanwhile, Nyalateph has moved down to a lounge, pulling the axolotl still choking on her hard shaft with her so he is lying prone, his feet next to her mouth. She moans aloud, head turning towards those adorable splayed toes of the axolotle feet. She feels a hunger well in her. A hunger that drags her forward. She leans into those feet and wraps a tongue around one, slurping all around it before purring deeply. She continues, slurping between, around, and especially on the pads and top. At moments, she brings a foot into her mouth and sucks on it, savoring the flavor.. But she notes that it doesn't satisfy. Not enough.

Mamoru had been just fine following along passively, satisfying his own lavishing urges at the end of Nyalateph's cock (and swiftly disrobing to get his free hands on his own) until he feels her probe his digits with her scratchy tongue. He knew the reputation the sphinxes carried as well as he did the helltouched. He had quite knowingly led his precious collection into a den of vipers and fed the lion his gluttonous wine.

A magician of his caliber is studied in such daring feats, but usually it is one's head which one tempted the beast with. Mamoru braces against the ticklish sensation, and uses one hand to check on the obol he had tucked away. Each of them had one, he had made sure to acquire two spares. His remained securely in his private inventory. The thrill of the spiritual adventure he is about to embark on, as well as the flood of sensations, threatens to break the dam, but he wants to wait a moment more.

Salem, however, isn't feeling it. First Sorukso crammed in next to her, and now he's elbow deep in the iridescent goop. Not to mention Fulgora's intrusion into their shared mental space. She doesn't know why she's so bothered, and she doesn't want her sour mood to drag down such a big moment for Sorukso. She appreciates the consolation of his other hand on her ass though. She reaches back to drag it down by the wrist, and he complies, working his jointed fingers past her spring trap pussy. Salem tries to let her mind sink back into the static of debauchery, but her eyes settle instead on Kudoten, black tendrils withdrawing from Danyali, trailing strings of thick ichor, her abs flexed, and all Salem can feel is longing as she grinds against her brother's hand.

Dany is on the bed gasping, twisting and arching her spine. Every muscle in her back is rippling, as are the muscles of her chest and the ones over her ribcage. The flesh between her skin and sides ripples, twists. The ichor is flowing through her strongly, every drop having been taken in, and the already large amount of spicewine of the same type within her has caused a resonance throughout her.

To any of the various onlookers, it seems like pain at first glance, but the sounds she's making do not suggest such. Instead, the moans and gasps tell of absolute ecstasy, even as bones and tendons start crackling in her lower body as her hips widen. Every gasping breath inwards causes another swell in her chest, one that does not fade with her exhales as her chest becomes unnaturally larger. Every sexual curve on her entire body swells along with her chest.

The crackling of ribs is audible as material splits off of them, twisting into two tendrils of boney flesh without fur. They stretch, becoming four pronged talons, before grasping her swollen breasts. This pleasant squish causes an even breathier moan to twist out of her absolutely dripping with sexuality. Her arching back allows room for her wings to pull downwards as their sockets are dislocated and then relocated, ending up lower on her back and above a now even more pleasantly sculpted rear.

She relaxes all at once, the intense, long lasting orgasmic recreation finally reaching its end. She stretches her jaw once, twice, a newly thinner and more dextrous tongue gently feeling around her newly sharper canines. She remains laying there, eyes glazed over, almost entirely numb to the world. Dany gasps once more as her long, not the most well kept hair changes, softens. It becomes bright, shining like platinum, and naturally settles into a perfect seductive style. Even as she moves her head the hair flows naturally to look as though it itself is posing. She is only just barely stirring.

Kudoten: Yes Let Your Divine Feminine Spill Out From Your Mortal Form
Kudoten: Know What It Is To Be Touched By Hell
Kudoten: Kudoten rakes a hand through Danyali's ruffled fur and turns her attention to Salem's hungry gaze.
Kudoten: If I May Be So Bold Your Highness It Occurs To Me That Playing With Dolls Is Better With Friends

Fulgora's gaze snaps to Kudoten's eyes. While there may not be the same abyssal depth as with the eyes of her kin, the Empress, there is something else within those eyes. Something older than the ocean, deeper than the abyss, older than time itself, peering through. Fulgora grins, and she remains unblinking as she speaks.

Fulgora: And we are friends, Kudoten of the Ardent Brood? In t)(at case, allow me to offer some advice. Care for )(ow far you pus)( your )(ost. S)(e is not as mild as s)(e looks. Salem, go and meet the pleasures of )(ell.
She gives Salem one last pet, rolling her fingers under her chin to cause her to look at her as she speaks. She then pushes back very slightly with one finger, pulling the hand away to begin groping her own full breast, smiling down at Sorukso.

Salem pops up from Fulgora, iridescent pink fluids dripping from her nose and chin onto her porcelain breasts. She vaults back onto the bed, hardly disturbing it as she hops over Danyali's sprawled form and into Kydoten's arms.

Rather than shattering into hundreds of pieces like a stack of china against a marble counter, there is only a muffled clatter as Kudoten slides her fingers between the interlocking porcelain. She raises the doll to lick the juices from her face with her long, forked tongue, then Kudoten rolls back on her heels to probe the doll's lower mechanisms with her black tendrils.

Salem sighs, shaking like a leaf in the succubus’ hands. Her misgivings unravel.

Across the room, Mamoru has slid past his knee down the sphinx's gullet, his other leg pressed up against his side. He disengages momentarily from the barbed cock he's been fellating to do his duty as a gentle-kobold.

Mamoru: Do you prefer your gravy on the side?

Nyalateph moans around Mamoru's legs, the only response she can muster with so much of him down her throat. She then takes a large gulp, pulling him even deeper, and then another. And in truth, her mind is a roaring hunger, a desire to eat this axolotl and send him to her gullet, to feel his soul thrum in her chest. She wishes she could just tear him to pieces, even, taste the blood on her tongue... but he is an ally, even if he's half down her throat. An ally deserved to be swallowed whole, unless they asked otherwise like that kobold she had sent to Hades when she first arrived in the Lands between Derse and Prospit.

Mamoru feels himself slide past the sphinx's lips and immediately begins to unload into his maw, painting, in a series of thrusting pulses, the back of his throat. Mamoru tries, once more, to return to the sphinx's throbbing member, but he's too far down Nyalateph's throat now. Instead, Mamoru relaxes into the afterglow so he can go down easy.

Nyalateph continues to swallow his new friend, taking hold of his own shaft with the hand that isn't currently groping his breast to replace the lizard's tongue, taking the barbed and knotted shaft in hand and beginning to stroke as he continues to gulp Mamoru down.

A knock on the door catches his attention as he gulps enough that Mamoru is only visible from the chest up. He gulps again, pulling his first of many meals tonight down to his shoulders. As the various bug people pour in with food, they all try to ignore the consumption and debauchery in front of them. All except one. The same Prospitian Chessgirl from before stares, enraptured at Nyalateph's form as he swallows and strokes, slowly taking the Axolotl fully into his stomach.

Once Mamoru is one swallow from completing the first leg of his long journey, the sphinx takes a bottle of the spicewine and forciby pops the cork, the thing shooting off without any care for anyone else in the room, before he chugs the foaming concoction down to wash away the amphibian. He throws the bottle to the side before he belches loudly, gesturing at the Pensive Concierge with the hand that was just on his cock, covered in pre and axolotl saliva.

Nyalateph: :33 < you can stay a while! :33c
Nyalateph: :33 < maybe you can give me some treats?

The rest of the bugs look at the Perverted Carapacian, worried, but they continue setting up the many plates of roasted meats, fine cheeses, and decadent pastries on the table. He picks at the food randomly as they file out, all but swallowing the food down with little care for much more than filling his increasingly hungry belly, swigging more and more Lavishing Spicewine between each morsel.

Mamoru thought the slow slide to his temporary fate would be relatively uneventful, but as the chess folk file in with the platters of food and Nyalateph carelessly pops the cork from a second bottle of spicewine, he begins to prepare himself for a colorful sendoff.

The sphinx upturns the bottle and Mamoru opens wide from his snug position, gulping down as much of this life's final toast before the bottle of lavishing lubricates his discent and he is gulped down into the darkness. He has no protections to prolong his dissolution or light his way, and he thinks he prefers it that way as he feels cured meats and fresh fruits follow him into the stomach.

Sorukso looks on curiously as the commotion ebbs, and the carapacians file out of the room. Watching the little kobold slip inside gives the armorous ninja an idea. Even with both arms now available without Salem to distract him, Fulgora is so large compared to his diminutive puppet frame that he was hardly hitting the walls. What's more, he figures he might get another chance at a kiss if he went in feet first.

A few more knots undone with iridescent-fluid-soaked hands, and the ninja is finally naked. He begins with one two-toed tabi-like foot, then reaches up for help from Fulgora. The heiress reaches down and holds him gently with both arms, ready to guide him inside of her form. She smiles down to him with warmth in her eyes, cradling him in her arms as he prepares his descent.

Fulgora: Be certain of your pat)(, little one, because my magics are strong wit)(in. I may be no witc)( any longer, but I )(ave the D—E—EP KNOWL—EDG—E all the same.

Even as she offers this warning, she guides his other leg to her cloaca, sighing gently with pleasure as it slips in. She rolls her body down, bending her sinuous, flexible form so as to be face to face with him, chest to chest, even as more of him disappears into her depths. Sorukso doesn't break eye contact, even as his sister’s cries of ecstasy reach a steady keening. Kudoten is using Salem considerably more roughly than she did Danyali, drilling her cowrie with writhing masses of tendrils. Sorukso sides one hand around Flugora's shoulder, pressing his forehead against hers.

Sorukso: iif y0ur depth 0f kn0wledge ii2 2uch a burden let u2 carry iit t0gether

Fulgora grins and leans in, gently kissing his lips. She pulls back away for just a moment.

Fulgora: Meet t)(e abyss wit)( courage, t)(en, brave puppet.

She pulls him into a deeper kiss, twisting her body down, bearing down and pushing him to herself more.

Dany arches her back, the talons holding her breasts like just the cups of a corset, keeping the flesh held at pleasing angles. They flex against the soft flesh as she lets out a moan, rolling her head to look at Kudoten's new toy. She smiles at the sight, not knowing exactly why it brings her such joy, but she knows that sharing this pleasure is good. She pulls herself upwards with just her core, not using any leverage beyond her own muscles to pull herself up, slipping over to the edge of the bed and hanging her legs off the side. She looks around, studying each party in the place, but none catch her eye. None but her new mate, the one who linked their souls. He's currently being fed lavishly by the Prospitian, who sits kneeling next to him, feeding plenty of meats and cheeses and glugs of Lavishing Spicewine.

A smile comes to her lips, the bottom one now notably plumper. She stands from the bed before walking over, her exaggerated and surprisingly comfortable sway of the hips drawing her gluttonous lover's attention. He accepts her with waiting, open arms as she comes to him, falling to his lap and grinding down against his erection with her plush perfect ass. She pulls him into a deep kiss, ensuring plenty of her faintly ichorous saliva to mix with his own spicewine stained.

---

Trizzl surfaces from overstimulation, still dazed. Jandra and Rankora aren't on the bed, and it takes Trizzl a moment to orient herself enough in the private room to understand that the murmuring she hears is the cooing and consolation of Jandra, who has settled into the armchair around Rakora, petting her black fur.

Jandra: That's not how I remember the familiar bond working, but I don't sense any other explanation for your invulnerability. There are other mind altering effects we could experiment with. Terezi?

Trizzl bolts upright, her skin suddenly crawling. She rolls onto her knees, inclining her snout to Jandra obediently. Her knowledge of the world was muddled with myths and alternate histories, and little more than journeyman knowledge of the helltouched, so she is quite confused as to how this sort of subservience relates to greed or how it might evolve with prolonged exposure into becoming helltouched.

Trizzl: Y3S MY L13G3?
Jandra: Has your elven blood affected your kobold fertility?
Trizzl: 1F 1 L4Y SOM3ON3 NOW 1T SHOULD CONF3R MY KOBOLD LOY4LTY, 4LTHOUGH LOY4LTY TO WHOM 1 COULD NOT GU3SS. 1 4M TRULY 4MB1V4L3NT TOW4RDS GOOD 4ND 3V1L.
Rakora: i hvaen't gone udner at all
Rakora: like evne befroe i got rosie to play

Rakora looks over at Trizzl and smiles, before cuddling back into Jandra and looking back up with big eyes.

Rakora: drakes r cute
Rakora: but woud i still b kibty?
Trizzl: DR4GON'S BLOOD 1S WH4T M4K3S SOM3ON3 R3PT1L14N. L4Y1NG W1LL M4K3 YOU MOR3 OF 4 C4T 1 TH1NK.
Jandra: Laying was Pyralspite's answer to Lord Anglisk's hellhound litters.
Trizzl: WHO?
Jandra: The sorcerer in exile.

Rakora stretches before rolling off of Jandra's lap. She takes a few sawying steps towards the kobold as she steadies her feet.

Rakora: that sounds pref
Rakora: cat me up lol

Trizzl responds coolly toward Rakora's advances, watching Jandra instead. The sphinx didn't know what she was asking, and more importantly, if Trizzl resisted, Jandra would have to tell her to do it. That seemed preferable somehow. Jandra smiles knowingly. There would be a gestation period after the struggle, an opportunity for another round with Trizzl, and she was getting hot and bothered just thinking about the color they would redecorate the room with.

Jandra: You heard her, welp. Wolf her down.

Trizzl thrills as she whips around, grabbing Rakora by the wrists and twisting her over to the surface of the bed, lashing her powerful tail to prevent Rakora from using their momentum to continue the roll. Her claws and talons bite into furred flesh, and Trizzl clamps her maw down on the sphinx's neck and collar bone.

Rakora was not prepared for this for a moment, and it's made very clear by how quickly she slams into the bed, making no attempt to continue the roll or do anything else to break out. All the reaction the girl is able to let forth is a single eep of shock, and by the time her spicewine addled mind realizes what's going on she's already on the bed with teeth digging into her neck.

What comes next is a series of automatic responses, a beat off from where they needed to be. As she stated earlier, her character levels do not reflect her actual in-game combat experience, so nothing is honed to a knife's edge. The housecat's pupils thin sharply, and without even thinking she lets out a yowl. A moment later, a flick of the tail causes a force to burst forth from the cat that pushes at Trizzl's soul. Rakora is not powerful enough to knock it straight out of the body (especially not a player's), but the autonomous attack is a surprise to be sure.

Jandra: Hoo hoo hoo! Smart play, not answering tooth with nail. You don't want her shedding any of that cold blood of hers.

Trizzl is shaken, and she dislodges her jaw from Rakora's shoulder to cough up the fresh blood she made Trizzl inhale. On creation, Trizz spat sparks and flames. She had since gone through a few changes. Arcing plasma gathers in the drake's jaws as her eyes begin to glow. Digging her claws into the sphinx conjurer's arms, she rains hot lightning down on Rakora.

Rakora has just enough time to attempt immaterialism, but the spell is only able to activate enough to stop herself from being fried entirely. She cannot convert her entire body to soul just yet, and so the lightning hits like a strong taser, causing the poor kitten to freeze in place, all of her muscles locking in pain.

The spell also saps her mana, quickly draining her energy to the point she's left gasping on the floor beneath the lizard. But, thankfully, not fried to a crisp.

Trizzl: TH3R3'S 4N 1D34. YOU WOULD B3 F4R 34S13R TO CONSUM3 L1K3 TH4T.

Trizzl touches a claw to the blood on her tongue as if she were inking a quill pen. In a flash she has traced a strange seven pointed glyph in the air which drips down into the stunned sphinx's fur.

Trizzl: TRY TH4T 4G41N WH3N YOU'R3 F3d UP W1TH 831NG TORN TO 81TS. TH4T'LL B3 G4M3 OV3R.
Rakora: ggh ididntmean
Rakora: whydddyou
Rakora: jneahglp

Rakora’s throat is still partially paralyzed, much like the rest of her. She doesn't know if she should try that again, she has no idea what Trizzl’s spell does at all, but she doesn't know if she wants this to continue, either. She reaches up with a shakey hand and grips onto whatever she can reach, her tendons flexing. It might not be enough to draw blood, but it's the only option she can think of to communicate 'I don't like this,' beyond biting or hissing.

Trizzl: HOW D1D YOU TH1NK 1 W4S G3TT1NG YOU 1NS1D3 M3? UNH1NG3 MY J4W? 1'M NOT 4 SPH1NX. J4NDR4, SH3 DO3SN'T L1K3 TH1S G4M3.

Jandra doesn't look away from the pooling crimson. Trizzl catches Rakora's paw in her mouth and bites down hard, shredding and tearing.

Jandra: It'll be over all too soon.
Trizzl: NO BUT SH3 DO3SN'T W4NT TH1S, YOU H4V3 TO T3LL M3 TO STOP.
Jandra: You don't tell me what I have to do. She said she was having trouble taking this world seriously. Like she said, I'm the only one who can fix her.

Rakora gasps in pain at the new bite, starting to tremble from the lightheadedness and the pain. She's getting dizzy, and her vision is starting to blur. She looks over at Jandra through tears she doesn’t remember shedding. It's hard for her, as she passes out from the mixture of dangerously low mana reserves and blood loss, not to wonder why her best friend in the world isn't trying to help her. Later she might realize, but in this moment, she's just scared and in pain as she fades into a cold, dreamless slumber.

---

Rakora is not the only one destined for an egg of transformation. Sorukso lies, sunk into an immeasurably deep well of inky blackness. It's deeper than total darkness, darker than his closed eyes, an endless void. In that void there are whispers that tug at reason. He reassures himself that this will bring him closer to Fulgora. The void sharpens his sense of his bonds, contrasting against what would normally seem like a lack of sensations.

In the stomach of the Sphinx Shaman Nyalatph, Mamoru has quickly unwound into looseweave thoughts and memories; a soul slurry churning in Nyala's stomach, but not yet settled into his breasts, or more likely since his identity has begun slipping, his balls. Something else is keeping these threads connected, and for a moment the tangle that was Mamoru reflects on the eccentricities of his past. His upbringing in Ummsayaha, studying the harsh limitations of science. His encounter with Nix, and his resultant pilgrimage and apprenticeship in Alternia with the secretive worldbuilders. The pieces of his quest were coming together, but as always there was something missing.

The only one of the three psionics with eyes to see, Salem moans limply in Kudoten's arms, ichor leaking from every seam. Her mind is a comfortable thrum of sensuality. There is something she needs to be sure to do, something she had been careful of so often in the past, but the squirming sensation crawling throughout her body breaks up any thoughts she might try to string together.

The Piquant Chessgirl watches the bacchanal with morbid curiosity. Her own sprawling history lead her here, and Pyralspite grant her the strength to follow through with her ordained fate. Her eyes settle once again on Nyalateph and his prominent member.

Fulgora rests, leaning back on the bed with her eyes closed, hand resting on her domed stomach. She considers reaching out to the soul within the hellspawn nearby, but she knows that this would be noticed. Perhaps that would upset her plots, and this one was a long time coming. She rolls her head and slowly opens her eyes to gaze upon Nyalateph, watching him drink down his soulbonded lover's tongue.

Dany pulls away with a gasp, giggling some more while tracing her fingers down to play with her lover's sensitive chest, her gaze lowering to his neck. She smiles at him and slides down just enough, kissing at the flesh of it oh so gently. He murmurs quietly to her, expecting her to go lower. But instead, a sharp ingress of breath comes when she suddenly bites down with newly sharpened fangs. The red blood stains the white fur around her mouth as well as the sandy fur around his throat, even as she latches onto the wound and starts drinking with an increased gluttony.

Not only had she partaken in some of the glutton's spicewine, but his saliva and blood had steeped long in the lavishing liquor. She drinks with a greed, feeling some of his lifeforce enter her body, and she begins to grind once more on his thigh. But he wouldn't feel pain, and the noises he makes prove this to the room. Instead, the sounds he makes are ones of growing lust. While a matured ardent hellspawn would be able to produce a toxin, she could not yet. In fact, the only thing that she produced was a light ardent spicewine-esque substance in her saliva, but it is enough to turn his pain into pleasure, his dizziness into desire.

She pulls away from the wound as it slowly shuts, the secondary effect caused by her feline nature, and licks at the wound to clear it of blood and speed up the healing process. After a moment, she sinks down lower, lower, and lower until her face is directly before his erect cock. She lets out a purring mrowl before kissing it, and then swallowing it whole, taking the place of the former lizard now simmering in his swollen testes.

Nyalateph turns to the beetle servant he ordered, giving her what can only be described as a hungry look over.

Nyalateph: :33 < i'm feline very hungry, all of a sudden
Nyalateph: :33 < purrhaps you could help me with that, cutie? :33c

The Prospitan Concierge approaches, watching the cats paw at one another. What a wonderful blessing, that this morbid fate fascinated her so. She holds out her dominant hand as she makes clear her emphatic acquiescence. Nyalateph grins as he takes her wrist and pulls it towards his mouth, licking every finger and then between them, and then licking his lips as well. He pauses for a moment.

Nyalateph: :33 < why does a lion eating a bug feel like it means something...
Nyalateph: :33 < ... oh well! *he shrugs, before placing her hand in his hungry maw*

His narration of his action just before he does it doesn't strike him as strange, even if it's more of a quirk of his player than himself. He pulls her hand in and sucks at it, pulling any flavor he can from PC's carapace before gulping the hand down. He opens his now mismatched eyes and stares at her, expecting her to offer the other.

Dany has reached the base of Nyalateph's cock, and her eyes open with surprise at how deep she has impaled herself on the member. Her nose is pressed directly against his pubic mound and, even as her throat flexes and gulps around the thick, long shaft that would have prior choked her, she finds she can still breathe just fine. She purrs around his shaft, causing him to take another large gulp of the prospitian's arm. Dany then continues her motions, finding a strange sense of satisfaction coming alongside a new seemingly natural sense of how to draw more pleasure out of her lover.

After careful consideration, and a third volley of climaxes (the second within the same doll) Kudoten chooses to act on Fulgora's thoughtful glance.

Kudoten: Have You Taken Your Fill Heiress?
Kudoten: Your Other Toy Has Warmed To The Task

The deep dweller rolls her gaze over to the ardent hellspawn, unblinking eyes studying her. She slides into a sitting up position, leaning on her arms. At no point does her gaze break.

Fulgora: I do )(ope you aren't attempting to find a means to corrupt t)(e Alternian )(eiress t)(roug)( t)(is puppet, Kudoten.
Fulgora: Because muc)( like the one w)(o placed you in bondage, I am protected against suc)( t)(ings.
Fulgora: T)(oug)( my own bindings won't )(ave risk of eroding with cynicism like )(ers.
Fulgora: If acceptable, bot)( of you can participate. After all, t)(ese forms of ours are temporary.
Fulgora: Some more than others 38)

Before she changes her mind, the Palatable Companion raises her other arms past Nyalateph's leonine lips. She closes her eyes, having taken in her fill of this world, and braces herself for a new life and purpose. The sphinx king responds by pulling onto the girl's other wrist, quickly gulping down her other arm as well, ensuring that she wouldn't easily be able to escape. He's taking no careful pauses, and he's not faltering either. He had already eaten an ally, and he was still hungry. In fact, more so with the draining of his hot red blood, still staining the fur of the white sphinx a vibrant red-pink. The swallowing has another layer of pleasure for Nyalateph, one caused by the equivalent of freshly brewed Ardent Spicewine mixing in his blood. Every touch within, every motion, every twitch of the bug, causes him a shock of pleasure.

Similarly, the saliva of the girl currently refusing to choke on his cock is soaking into the flesh of said cock, causing his newly established flesh to gain a large degree of extra sensitivity. Dany smirks around the cock as she feels it throb within. Somehow, even as she continues sucking, she's able to prevent his cum from exploding forth.

Kudoten speaks over the mewling cats, all passive, casual familiarity. She's clutching Salem to her chest, messy ringlets nestled between her breasts. If nothing else, Kudoten enjoys how it makes her host squirm when she uses the True Names of her companions.

Kudoten: Come Now Feferi This Is A Reunion Of Friends Let Us Set Aside These Fictitious Rivalries And Enjoy Ourselves

Inside the virile sphinx, Mamoru feels an alien presence rush in past him, almost eager to dissolve into oblivion. Her threads intermingle with his for a moment, breaking on his loose weave solidity and bringing with her a flood of misplaced memories that filter through his being like sand through his nonexistent fingers.

When the sphinx reaches inward for energy to spend, the Phantom Conflux offers herself first to protect the dissolute kobold, leaving behind traces that fill out Mamoru's listless soul. He no longer feels as though he has been tugged around on a string. This rebirth he entered into under hedonist impulse is suddenly a solemn and spiritual experience.

Fulgora: Of course. I'd LOV----E to )(ave fun with you Kanaya! It's just...
Fulgora: Sometimes it's )(ard to see w)(ere we end and t)(ey begin at times.
Fulgora: Looking at us as we are now, are we Kudoten and Fulgora, or Kanaya and Feferi?
Fulgora: I would )(ope I could see t)(ese borders well, trained as I am!
Fulgora: Or trained as my c)(aracter is, I s)(ould say 38)

Fulgora coils more onto the bed, sliding across the surface and rolling over Kudoten. Her eyes haven't left the hellspawns face for a moment, and now her gaze is direct and only a foot away, unblinking, rolling her undulating serpentine form against the hellspawn and doll in her arms, her chest sandwiching Salem alongside Kudoten’s. As she speaks, Fulgora’s face comes closer and closer to Kudotens, voice lowering as she does, only stopping once their lips are nearly touching.

Fulgora: Imagine the )(arm a malicious t)(ird party could ac)(ieve using suc)( extra-planar bonds amongst t)(ose ignorant to t)(eir nature!
Fulgora: Suc)( innocence would be a feast for any )(ellspawn finding )(erself in a body of one of t)(ose s)(aring bonds, wouldn't s)(e?
Fulgora: Glubs, it could even be a story in universe! I'm so T)(ANKFUL you're yourself, Kanaya, rat)(er than some ot)(er entity...
Fulgora: PUPP---ETING your form in suc)( a bastardization of your normal nature...

She brings the hellspawn into a kiss, quickly overwhelming her with a long, worming tongue that reaches as deep as it can as quickly as it can, squashing her chest further against that poor doll between them, hopefully to her pleasure. The force may be a little strong, but Fulgora must admit that the method of consumption she just partook in filled her with needful lust.

Nyalateph swallows down the last of the poor white beetle girl, his thoughts only on how hungry he still is as he rests a hand on his concubine's head, thrusting his cock against her maw greedily. He looks at her pleasant curves with a deep purr in his throat, leaning his head back to let out a rumbling moan into the room. He feels the souls settle in his crotch instead of his breasts. Let them mix, he thinks, but purrhaps one could enhance his already purrfect shaft...

And so, the sphinx king reaches inwards and grabs the first soul he can, dragging it into his shaft without any care for which it might be. To his mind currently, they are both energy to be spent, even if he had once considered one a valued ally. The sudden swell in growth and girth doesn't even cause the succubus kitten any pause, her worship uninterrupted. Neither does the change in texture bother her, the flesh of the shaft gaining extra hardness as a carapace grows over it, copying the exact knotted and barbed shape but bearing a fine white shell. The sphinx king's balls churn as the Penile Constituent unspools from around Mamoru. She pours out the faces of her loves, the ambitions of her schooling, her shameful lies and carried burdens. Each of these things fills the sluggish thoughts of what was once a simple axolotl evoker, and through it all he knows she is here for him. The face of the former servant burns away in both sphinx’s memories, leaving only what it left in Mamoru and the swell and new form of the shaft.

In a Prospitan temple of Pyralspite, an aged bishop draws out the fate of a blushing pawn from a pool of crystal clear water, and what she sees is the jade moon, sundered as if something had erupted from within. This memory, and the urgency of purpose it holds, is what the chessfolk leaves with Mamoru, to mend the frayed edges of his selfhood, as the pressure builds around him.

Dany slides up the shaft, dragging her throat and lips over the entire now footsworth of shaft, passing by the newly formed medial ring and then head, slurping on just that for a moment before swallowing down the entire thing to the base once again. (edited)

Across the room, Salem begins to rattle and creak as a spider work of hairline fractures spread out across her shapely chestplate. Similarly, Sorukso churns wordlessly within Fulgora. Kudoten, however, sucks at Fulgora's probing tongue and presses against her. Fulgura presses deeper, and then deeper. Without any resistance, the Deepspawn's tongue reaches down past Kudotens core and then further. The still unblinking, still open eyes keep their gaze. Kudoten can feel the coils of the sea monster curling around her, tightening, mindful of the presence of the porcelain doll, but bearing down nonetheless.

A flash of black water, deep and dark, the feeling of drowning crosses Kudoten's psyche. Another flash, and she perceives Fulgora finally pulling away, long tongue unwinding. A flash, and she finds herself struggling against the inky blackness, iridescent bubbles of her own breath shimmering and floating away. Fulgora's tongue is fully withdrawn, but still hanging as she pulls back, those coils around the hellspawn undulating as a mass is pushed downwards.

And then Kudoten sees, as a sky blue soft egg passes from Fulgora onto the bed in a splash of ocean water, and in and of the face of the now orgasming fish still staring deep into her eyes, a monstrosity staring at her. A mass of tentacle and teeth and endless eyes, glowing in the iridescence of her own facsimile of a lifesource it is examining, picking over what she has beyond the separate soul that she has trapped, studying the glowing web of everything she is as she floats there, breathless and lifeless...

Then, she returns to the bed, trapped in the moist coils of the seamonster who just gave birth, an unfortunately damaged doll still crushed between them. Fulgora licks her face before speaking once more.

Fulgora: W)(at's the matter, Kudoten of the Ardent Brood? You look as t)(oug)( you've seen something quite frig)(tening 38)

Kudoten felt naked under that gaze. Her subversion of Kanaya felt small and petty. Hell seemed like a spa resort compared to the everpresent pressure of the inky blackness of those eyes. She discards the used toy and does what she can within the endless coils to rub warmth back into her stone-like skin. In the cold and the dark she receives solace from the most unlikely place: Kanaya reaching out to thwart the cosmic terror.

The sphinx king lets out a louder, more insistent growl as he feels his orgasm approach. He gives no warning to his concubine, but still with a slight grin on her lips Dany rolls up from the base of his cock with his pubes in her nose and cockhead in her stomach, racing his orgasm. She pulls away just in time, a splash of hot cum falling on her tongue and greedily gulped down before more and more ropes coat her face generously.
Nyalateph lets out a deep growling roar as his seed arcs in the air, splattering all over his kitten concubine and the floor around him. The taste of the cum itself and the strange tingling numbness it causes Dany once she swallows it causes her core to collapse as she orgasms yet again, tiny ropes of weak ichor splattering into the puddle in front of her as she moans, desperate for another gulp of the enriched seed. Currently, she cannot as she falls prone before his feet, shuddering as his ropes splatter on her pelt.

Salem ragdolls to the bed beside her brother's egg. She sparks and crackles in the sea-soaked sheets, mouth hanging open and voiceless. For a moment it seems no life would return to them, as Mamoru seeps into the carpet and Dany's extra talons rub him into her breasts. Then, a black, faceted medallion appears, floating and rotating over the ground. Arcane symbols traced around the square punched hole begin to glow, gold on one face, and violet on the other. The spinning slows until the coin stops on its edge, and Mamoru cashes in one pilfered obol.

The sphinx cum sublimates into the air, condensing around the burning coin, until the axolotl is reformed... with a few notable alterations. His gills rise like a rack of coral antlers. His pale flesh is girded with pearly scales, and a secondary set of arms lie tucked against his ribcage. Upon her master’s return, Salem's crimson flames flare up in spite of the sea water, and she takes in a shuddering breath.

Kudoten: Merely Awestruck Your Highness
Kudoten: I Had Underestimated The Other Players In This Game

Fulgora grins at Kudoten's response, showing all of her teeth as she begins to laugh. Fulgora uncoils from Kudoten, standing at a height enough to reach the ceiling as she stretches herself out as she fills the room with her mirth. She looks back down at the hellspawn, studying her physically, but the flashes of her entire self being dragged forth for the perusal of that entity flash in Kudoten's mind.

Fulgora: )(ubris is t)(e most DANG---EROUS sin, Ardent Brood, remember that well.
Fulgora: It may serve you well some day.
Fulgora: If you would excuse me, I )(ave something I must do before the nig)(t is throug)(.

She offers the hellspawn a condescending ruffle of the hair between her horns before sliding off the bed, stalking towards the sphinxes. She eyes Nyalateph, slowly sliding back down to a more normal height and then lower, until she's eye to eye with his kneeling form. She rolls up to him and traces a finger on his chin, smiling. Within her, her hostess squirms in excitement as they approach the voracious catboy.

Fulgora: Do you )(unger still, your )(ig)(ness?
Nyalateph: :33 < *he purrs at her attention, but his stomach growls hungrily at the smell of fish!*
Nyalateph: :33 < yes i am, your mewjesty!
Fulgora: I would like to )(elp you in sating your )(unger, king Nyaltep)(.
Fulgora: I believe I will be a filling meal

As he opens his mouth to reply she pushes herself forward, causing him to open his maw wider. It doesn't take long for him, eyes half-lidded, to start gulping her down. The serpent squirms in, speeding the process along, finding herself meeting his stomach before long.

She, at this point, allows her charge to take over. Once Feferi is in charge, she lets out a moan, trying to reach her cloaca. The fact this is painless, or at least innately causing a lack of sensation, makes it so much better. The witch's magic keeps her alive, but the fact her head meets acid first means that before the serpent woman is even half swallowed, her entire body has gone slack as the sphinx's powerful stomach eats its way into her skull.

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Within the egg, Sorukso feels the motion of waves, calming him. Even if he can't feel the warmth of his mother amongst the cool chill of the depths, the gentle rocking is pleasant. The chill seeps into him, familiarizing itself with him. The darkness seeps into him, and roots around within his soul. He can feel slimy tendrils wrap themselves around the soft membrane protecting his embryonic form, having been reduced to a genetic slurry from a base of inorganic-ness by the insides of Fulgora. And now, he can feel the tentacles pierce the shell, threatening to spill his form into the deep waters around him, but the sharp pang of panic is dragged away with ocean currents...

The puppet opens his eyes, the carefully crafted mechanisms still there. He's in pure, pitch darkness. A soft, cooing voice surrounds him, envelops him, and slowly pulls him away from himself. He then sees her, in all of her beauty. His mother's true form, and within the mass of beautiful iridescent tentacles and teeth, a sleeping form of a young girl, one that a part of him immediately recognizes.

His mother speaks, her soft, knowing voice filling his soul. Her words are not sounds, but feelings, ideas. They shape him, making him some strange step between his former self and his mothers serpentine avatar. He watches Feferi open her eyes, looking on him with a gentle, lost tiredness. She smiles at him, immediately recognizing who he is.

His mother reaches one of her tendrils into herself, past herself, and into Feferi's chest. She pulls a single strand of her soul free, but does not remove it. Instead, she pulls it like unwinding thread, carrying it over to him. She reaches into his chest, and he can feel a deep, inexplicable connection form, one that will last until he wakes.

Feferi falls back asleep within their shared protector, who takes him in her tentacles. They envelop him, covering his vision with soft, gentle iridescence, and he can feel as his transformation completes, and he grows into it without having to age. A soft lullaby fills him, and slowly, he drifts off to sleep...

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Trizzl had committed many misdeeds since her rebirth: colluded with dark powers, conspired to the demise of lofty powers, but Rakora struggling under her teeth would stay with her for a long time. She's staring at the ceiling now, not actively ignoring what's going on, but too numb to seek it out again. Another orgasm clutches at her groin, but there hasn't been anything to release for some time.

Jandra cups one of Trizzl's elven breasts and tries to pinch her nipple through the thick, slick blood. When that doesn't get a rise out of the kobold, Jandra tucks her hind hands under her ass and flips up from a crab crawl into a crouch, continuing to spear herself on the kobold's forced erection.

Jandra: What's with the sour face, Trizzl? The grizzly deed is done! Time to celebrate new life? Hoo hoo hoo
Trizzl: NO LOV3 1S LOST B3TW33N TH3 CL3RGY OF PYR4LSP1T3 4ND TH3 H3LLTOUCH3D, BUT 1 3SP3C14LLY D3SP1S3 YOUR BR33D OF S1N. WH4T 4BOUT TON1GHT 1S M34NT TO COMP3LL M3 TO FURTH3R 3XPOSUR3? WH4T K1ND OF WOM4N SUBM1TS TO TH1S?
Jandra: Why, to obtain such a power over others. What more is there? Oh! Look, your new daughter is hatching.

Within the egg, a dreamless form squirms, her black fur wet and matted by the liquid surrounding her in the sparkling pink leathery shell around her, the skin of it much too tight against her form. Her eyes shoot open, two bright pink things, and her claws expose themselves.

From outside, the claws tearing through the shell are sudden and noticeable, causing a ripping sound to echo through the room. She pours out from the hole all at once on a puddle of the protein matrix that fed her for her short gestation, leaving her shivering on the floor, clutching to herself and whimpering, still full of terror from her previous final moments.

She's sober now, sober and fully aware that this didn't change her. She was Roxy Lalonde still, even as she was in this smaller body. She pushes herself up, feeling newly reshaped digitigrade legs and reshaped hips moving strangely underneath her skin.

She is much too cold.

She is much too hungry.

She lets out a pitiful sob, clutching a single arm around her strangely swollen chest.

The other two in the room see her form in full before she could. Her body had retained much the same curves, but on a much shorter chassis, and her tail now had much more flexibility to it based on how it was moving, how it was curling around her in an attempt to self soothe. Her fur had much the same luster, though it seemed much shorter and closer, and a lot finer as well. She seemed as though once dry she might feel like velvet to the touch. She tries to push herself up more fully, but her muscles are weak with exhaustion. She can't even raise her arms to signal that she wishes to log out, ending up falling chestfirst into her puddle when she attempts the motion.

Jandra: And there you have it. No surer change in perspective than I have ever seen. That's got to be two feet of difference.

Jandra rolls off of Trizzl to perch on the side of the bed, crossing her legs dramatically. She uses her lacquered fingers to wipe the blood from her lips, then licks them dry. Her blue skin is clothed in Rakora's drying blood.

Rakora looks at Jandra for a long moment before looking at the floor, tears rolling out of her eyes out of her control. She doesn't like that, not at all, and she doesn't like that she needs to be vulnerable to these two right now, but the position she's in leaves her no real choice.

Rakka: i wanna log out pls
Rakka: i cant do it
Rakka: hlep me

Trizzl rises from the bed onto her elbow to witness what fresh horror keeps her victim here when she herself was able to log out once she was reborn. The panic crushing her heart subsides when she recognizes that the process was merely too quick. This player hasn't had a chance to rest like she did within her mother's womb. She moves to go to her kitten's side and help her, but Jandra's crossed leg catches her by the wrist.

Trizzl: L3T H3R GO, YOU M4D3 YOUR PO1NT. >:[
Jandra: If I just wanted to stop you I wouldn't need to raise a finger. Rakka, do you have any obols with you?
Rakka: janey pls
Rakka: i want to go home

Somewhere, she knows that Jandra's in charge right now. Still, there is hope she can reach out to her friend, somehow.

Rakka: i dont want to play rn
Rakka: pls

Trizzl pulls free and goes to help the pathetic newborn, holding her up and helping her to make the childish hand sign so she can remove her goggles.

Trizzl: YOU 4LR34DY S41D YOU STOL3 H3R OBOL WHY WOULD YOU C4LL ATT3NT1ON TO 1T?
Jandra: Maybe she has another one on her, I don't know.
Rakka: thank u
Rakka: msg me l8r pls

She leans against Trizzl and accepts the help readily. As she wakes up, she tears everything off of herself and immediately makes a beeline for the shower, and then her bed. It will take her hours to fall asleep tonight. But she spends most of it texting with Dave, who also awoke from the game recently. Though it would seem his time had gone much more pleasantly than hers.

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