Hug Your Destiny [NSFW] - Explicit / Kink (Trans Protag)

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Hug Your Destiny​

The circle of chairs was supposed to make us feel connected, or something. It was the first time I'd been to something like this, but it came highly recommended. Apparently, there weren't many people who could understand what I'd gone through, or, if they could, they couldn't bring themselves to sympathize… anymore.

"Hi, my name is Dylan, and I'm an Alp."

"Hi, Dylan." The others chorused. I jumped a little. It'd happened a few times now, but I still wasn't expecting that. The process here still mystified me. I… hadn't really been paying attention during orientation, I admit.

The woman leading our group, Nicole, ostensibly an Alp herself, looked on with mild amusement, leaning back in her chair, and taking a swig from her ever-present bottle. She was a Satyros, a type of Beastman monster, goat-like and generally obsessed with alcohol. Judging by her smell, she seemed to be a typical example. Wine hung heavy in the air even on the other side of the room from her. Like many a Mamono, though, she somehow made it seem enticing instead of pitiable.

Her long blonde hair blocked out the top of her face, since her bangs hadn't been cut in ages. Probably to keep the sun out of her no-doubt sensitive eyes. She stayed behind her desk, mostly, and despite the fact that she'd snickered a few times at some of the testimonies, and was pretty obviously masturbating, I got the feeling she was genuinely trying to help. She just had a different idea of how to do that.

"Thank you, Dylan," she said, "Is there anything you'd like to share? Anything… interesting happen this week?"

Dylan, himself a Holstaurus with an absurdly large chest, only blushed and stuttered. "I… Well, I…"

"It's okay," she said, "you can tell us, we won't judge."

Dylan shuffled on his hooves a bit. What was it she wanted him to say? I had a guess, but…

"You're looking a little…" Nicole paused, drawing it out, "fuller… Dylan, aren't you?"

Ah. Alps, men who turned into monstergirls rather than incubi, for one reason or another, generally started off with smaller… uh, sexual characteristics, I guess, than most Mamono. Some never changed from that, essentially becoming the barely-reluctant tomboys of monstergirldom, but some of the others… went native.

"I… I sucked a cock." Dylan whispered. The room was silent, everyone else frozen. This was apparently a big deal.

Nicole leaned forward. "Oh? And how did that make you feel?"

Dylan closed his eyes and looked down, his fists clenched. "I… liked it. A lot. I'm… I'm seeing him again tomorrow." He seemed to panic, looking up at the group for support, "I couldn't help it!"

No one said anything.

"It's not… it's not the end, guys! I'll be back next week; I promise… I… I just want him to touch my chest​ a little…"

The middle of his sentence came out in a tone not unlike a Holstaur's involuntary 'moos' generally did. Most everyone had heard it once before. Holstaurs were pretty common.

Wasn't this kind of cruel? It wasn't his fault he was so tempted. We all were.

"Hey, Dylan…?" I said, without thinking.

Dylan's eyes swung to mine, and so did everyone else's.

Nicole was the first to say something. "Something to add, Lyle?" She seemed genuinely curious. There was a lot of support from the crowd for those of us still resisting, but no one here seemed to want to acknowledge what was happening to all of us, inevitably.

"I just… I wanted to say that… well, I spent some time as a Holstaur. My wife, she has these necklaces that let you swap bodies, and… Anyway, not important. What is important is, I know how you feel. It's okay."

"…Really? You were a Holstaur? Is that possible?" Dylan asked. Most everyone seemed disbelieving, actually.

"Well, my wife sort of invented them? She's a Lich, and…"

There were noises of general understanding and condolences.

Huh. Is every Lich like Faust? Is the world ready for that? Am I?

"A-anyway… The pressure, that horrible terrible pressure, the unbearable way you can feel it when people look at them?"

Dylan nodded, my words, giving voice to the feelings he was only barely hiding, enraptured him despite himself.

"It… all just makes it better when you finally get milked," I said, somewhat embarrassed.

"…It's really that good?" Dylan asked, at a whisper.

"Yeah. And, uh… I know it sounds dumb, but… if you get the urge to, uh… 'moo' a little?"

Dylan blushed bright red, spluttering denials, but I pressed through.

"Just go with it. It's stupid how amazing it is."

"I… I uh, I need to go!" He ran out of the room, hooves hitting the floor in a practiced rhythm. I'd never gotten the chance to try walking as a Holstaur, but Alps don't get the instincts that most Mamono do. How long had he been like this, to be so practiced at it? And he was still fighting it?

A throaty 'moo' echoed in the empty hallway outside our meeting room, followed immediately by a delighted moan, and the sound of a body hitting the floor.

I stood up, as did Nicole, ready to go help, but a breathy; "I'mooo​kay! …Oh, wow…" stopped us both.

"I'll send Dylan her graduation packet later, I think." Nicole said. It bothered me a little that she'd said 'she', but… Well, none of us would be Alps if we hadn't decided, for one reason or another, even if just for a second, that being women, being Mamono, was what we wanted. For someone on her end of that process, complete acceptance, I guess most of these guys must seem pretty silly for trying to deny that desire after the fact. Dylan was clearly in the process of embracing the desire, judging by the escalating noises in the hallway. Acknowledging that wasn't… wrong, exactly.

It was just sort of smug, and it rubbed me the wrong way. One of the biggest problems I had with Mamono cul- with our culture, generally, was this sort of self-satisfied self-righteousness found in the way Mamono treated the people they hunted, and to a lesser extent, these Alps, judging by their stories. It reminded me too much of the church, and it seemed a little too sinister, given the purity of what was actually on offer.

Infinite pleasure, eternal life, constant companionship, perfect compatibility, effortless self-improvement, better technology, safer cities, welcoming communities, bountiful foods, plentiful drink, succulent commodities, and all for free…

Any one of those things should be an easy sell to the peasants being crushed underfoot in the Pure Lands, with the conditions they were living in. Even the largest, most fantastical cities of Human-only provinces paled in comparison to a po-dunk demon village, let alone a proper city like Morningwood was. We didn't have to worry about raids or traitors, and co-operation was the norm. Even the most antisocial magic-users still helped out when prompted. Our standards of living were ridiculous. I'd grown up starving in a two-bedroom home that could fit inside my current closet-space.

But somehow the messaging was not coming across.

I guess when you're constantly rejected the way we are, it's probably a little satisfying to watch people give in and discover how amazing it all actually is, but… the attitude puts people off. That, and the screaming about 'loving you forever, whether you like it or not'… And the whole… capturing people thing.

It's hard to blame them though, the husband-hunters. Starving for both love and affection, and actual nutrition, then stumbling onto a source of both, only for it to flee? When you know you could make it happy, that you're not going to hurt it? That you're willing to give it anything it wants, to be anything it wants, just so long as it'll be yours in return, but that's still not good enough? It's enough to drive anyone nuts.

Fuck me… I'm so hungry.

I've only been a Demon for a few days, but it was already getting unbearable. There were other options, in particular, Golems produced a sort of powdered energy that was able to sustain any number of Mamono, but… It wasn't plentiful, and it was awful. Just… fucking wretched. Like eating sand. Dry sand.

Mixing it into Holstaur milk helped a little, but it was still expensive. Paying top dollar for the right to eat sand that tasted like… well, I couldn't say it tasted like ass, because I'd had ass. I'm a sex monster. It's actually pretty good. That's not the point.

The point is, I'm starting to understand why the city's biggest industry is buying time with an Incubus. We're a city of mostly-functional addicts, and there's only barely enough supply.

Still, this was still better than being an Incubus, in my opinion. It was a cushy life, don't get me wrong, and plenty of dudes were clearly quite happy with it, or there'd be a lot more Alps, but… Maybe they'd just managed themselves better. Trying to split my attentions between five different Mamono, six, really… that had been dumb. Really impressively dumb.

"Lyle?"

Huh?

"Uh, sorry, did you say something?"

Nicole was looking at me expectantly. "I asked if you wanted to share your story? It's your first time here, right?"

"Ah, yeah." I was embarrassed, but my bluish, purplish skin made it really hard to see if I was blushing, so… "Sure, why not?"

I looked out at the crowd of assembled Alps, all seated in a circle with me, and stood, as the others had. More accurately, my goopy, liquid body sort of 'flowed' into a new position, and I was so familiar with being humanoid that it looked like I was standing. Felt a bit like it too. I had this bizarre surface tension… I hadn't shoved anything in through my skin yet, but I had a suspicion that…

Well, I was a sex monster. It was pretty likely that, as a type of Slime, I was essentially a giant freeform orifice.

I wasn't really ready to get skullfucked yet, though.

"Hello, my name is Lyle, and I'm an Alp."

"Hi Lyle," the voices chorused. Nicole was the only one who sounded excited.

"I Alped a few days ago, but… it was the culmination of a long process, I think." I trailed off. How detailed did I want to get? I guess it couldn't hurt to do a brief summary of the past few weeks.

"It started when my best friend, Sally, came back from the dead. She was a Lich, and she gave me an ultimatum. Let me kill you, and raise you as a Mamono, as a Skeleton, or… start a harem with me."

The room was quiet.

"It was… a pretty easy choice? I'd known Sally was pretty much only into women all along, but she'd always made an exception for me, while she was alive, anyway. I didn't really have any interest in being turned into a Mamono, but I couldn't bring myself to hurt her, either. I've loved her for nearly as long as I can remember.

"It wasn't like I was helpless, I'd lucked into an Automaton maid, Beepatrice, early in life, and she could have handled Sally if I asked, probably, but… I just couldn't do it. So, we set out into the forest, where I met Blackberry, a Bicorn who was sweeter than you could believe. After getting to know her a little, and stealing her first kiss, we wandered towards Morningwood, where Sally had already arranged housing for us.

"We met Amy along the way, a Holstaur so desperate to be loved despite her irregularities that she'd posted signs, and was sleeping in a cardboard box marked; "free, to a good home". We convinced her to come along, and through some complicated circumstances, I ended up the host to a Shoggoth as well, who did a lot to keep me safe.

"Sally, now going by Faust, used her necklaces to switch my body with hers, and I got my first taste of what a Mamono could feel for her Husband… It was intoxicating. We didn't go very far, but I never forgot how it felt. By the time I met Magenta, and started trying out her bespoken dreams…

"It was probably already inevitable, but Magenta didn't help. Every dream was aimed at making me accept the idea of being a Mamono, one who took control of her man, one way or another. It was actually my idea to swap with Amy, and spend a little time as a Holstaur… I kinda want to do it again, honestly.

"Meanwhile, my Incubization was going poorly. I kept getting more and more distracted, mono-focused on sex, and near the end, I almost lost myself entirely. But a Mad Hatter I'd met and… uh… befriended, I guess? Helped pull me back to sanity. I owe a lot of things to Akubra, that is, er… Akubra is the Hatter. She's completely mad, but she saved me from the same fate…

"Anyway, in the process of getting me back from the brink, I pushed through the last stages of Demonic Energy infection, and… Well, it turned out that Magenta had been training me, indoctrinating me, trying to turn me into a Demon, rather than leaving things up to chance. It… mostly worked, but the process was taken over by my Shoggoth, and… now we're sort of the same thing? She's not really here anymore… but I can still feel her with me. We're one creature, like she always wanted. I can't bring myself to feel sad about it, it just feels right.

"I guess that's kind of it? I'm basically a Demon, but I can do slime stuff as a result… and I'm not really a very good Demon, honestly. We're supposed to be conversion fanatics, but… I kinda have a different view on what that means, I guess?

"Honestly, I'm still trying to sort myself out. This is the first day I've left my bedroom… well, since it happened. Sometimes I think I'm really glad it happened, sometimes I want to cry… Sometimes I want to pin some guy down and just make him love me and hold me forever and appreciate me and my wives and-!"

Whoops. I started talking with the extra mouths again. When I get really passionate, my slime makes these extra mouths with sharp teeth to help amplify my words… or something, but the effect is really more 'horrific' than 'convincing'.

That's what I'm told, anyway.

I think the mouths are kinda cute.

The eyes, too.

"-and sometimes the thought makes me sick." I finished, embarrassed.

I sat back down.

"Okay!" Nicole said, "That's all we have time for today! See you next time, everyone."

People couldn't clear out fast enough.

Nicole, though, sidled over to me, moving one of the chairs closer.

"Don't take it personally," she said, "They're just scared. We all were, once. I think it's a great sign you can be that honest with yourself."

"Yeah?" I realized I was crying. I guess… it hurt that even other Alps didn't want to talk about this shit.

She put her hand on my shoulder, and offered me her wine bottle.

I accepted. Couldn't get any more corrupted than I already was, right?

It was fruity, Prisoner Fruit, I thought. Peaches, too.

"Thanks," I said, licking my lips. That she'd casually tried to addict me to Prisoner Fruit went unremarked. She was weeks too late on that front. I wonder if she even realized that's what she'd done? I caught myself passing it out, sometimes, when I was grabbing my own to eat. I just… didn't think about it.

She smiled back, "You're welcome."

She slid into my lap, pouring a little more into my mouth, then some into her own.

My demonic, spade-like tail traced up her spine, light touches enticing her.

We stayed like that for a while, teetering on the edge of sex, just enjoying being around someone who knew what it was like, and didn't judge. It wasn't anything special, or serious. We were just… Mamono. This was what we were.

I kinda loved it.

 

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Home was just a short walk away, near the center of town. Faust, the woman I'd known as Sally since were children had, apparently, unbeknownst to anyone, played a major role in the founding of Morningwood, one of the most successful Mamono settlements I'd ever heard of. It was the sort of thing that would have gotten her killed when we were still human, but here, in that same town, she was a celebrity, 'the Human Founder', and the home she was awarded for her role reflected that.

A beautifully constructed single story home, ornate amongst even the ornate, set apart from the other residences with a small fence, it was perhaps three times the size of my simple home back in the village.

There were several architectural artists arguing on the street side nearby. It seemed my home was one of the next buildings to be redone. In Morningwood, Mamono housing, and buildings in general, were usually only structural facades. The front door led to another, magical-created space, bound to the door, rather than leading inside the actual building, so it was common practice to tear down whole buildings and re-imagine them, since it didn't affect the occupants. The town was essentially a lifesized diorama. Morningwood was, at its core, a city of artists.

Queen Twinkle Star, the ruler of Morningwood, was a type of Mamono that fed on art, rather than… the traditional fare, and the other founders were all serious artists themselves. Every Mamono that passionately pursued her artistic dreams was strengthening the Queen, and so the city. It was an elegant system. I hadn't had a chance to meet the Queen yet, but that was changing later today. She was insisting both that I have that chance to meet her, and that Faust get out of the house.

The latter was a surprise, in that Faust had barely even fussed about it. Being a Lich, she was predisposed to spending large swaths of time 'doing science' in her lab/bedroom, but she'd basically been like that even before her transformation, back when she was still Sally Franks, rather than 'Faust von Frankenstein'. A name which, in dramatic and serious situations, still sometimes nearly had me in tears laughing from the sheer… 'Sally-ness' of it when juxtaposed against the circumstances, but I'd made an effort to respect her choice. I still called her Sally sometimes, but I got the sense I was allowed to. There were only a few who were.

Anyway, she'd been like that all along, and while I could coax her out, there was often a sort of forlornness to her for a few minutes, I might be her favorite, but science was her first love. That Queen Twinkle Star could simply call her out without complaint said something about their relationship. Sure, seeing the Queen was rarer, and maybe that was enough to explain it, but I knew they'd been talking in secret practically all of Faust's life. That I'd only just found out about it, while there were statues built here in Sally's honor… It felt like a large part of her life I'd been shut out of. She'd had good reason to keep it secret, but… I was jealous.

Shaking my head, I opened the door, and walked inside the house. Going out on my own had been… a huge step. I'd been offered escort, but the truth was the city simply wasn't dangerous to me anymore. I had to face that fact head on, so I'd declined.

That didn't mean there wasn't someone waiting for me to get back though, nor did it mean I wasn't relieved to see them.

Our living room was essentially just a very large two-story space, designed to hold all the doorways to the other rooms. It was mostly square, though a little wider than it was deep, and filled with cloned furniture that Mamono artisans had designed to be both incredibly comfortable, and to fit the needs of non-humanoid Mamono.

Amy, one of my wives, and a Holstaur, a type of cow-like Mamono with bovine ears, horns, and legs, was making use of one of the couches, one which was extra fluffy so she wouldn't hurt herself if she sat on her tail.

The furniture was masterfully made, incredibly comfy, always warm, and inviting.

I hated it.

I suppressed the urge to beg her to sit on me instead, to shift my body to cradle her exactly, to become a chair so lovely she'd never sit anywhere else, and forego these inferior-

Ahem.

"Lyle… How did it go?" She asked, gently. Her voice was deep, but she generally spoke almost at a whisper to compensate, to keep from stimulating her chest with the sheer presence of her voice, and now was no different.

"It went…" I said, trailing off, "Well, I'm still alive."

"Uh…? At least that's a star- *snerk*" Amy looked almost surprised as the snort overtook her.

"What?" I asked, spinning, around, trying to look at myself. "Is there something stuck in me again?"

I'd picked up bits of detritus off and on as I learned how to control my new body. It had things it liked to eat, and sometimes it didn't ask me first.

"No, it's just…" Amy said, smiling slightly, "I was just thinking how disappointed Faust must be that you can say that. That you're still alive, I mean."

Oh yeah. Heh.

"Yeah," I put my arm behind my head. I felt my fingers and hair join where they touched. Still weird. "Well, I'm sure she'll figure out a way to kill me sooner or later. She's not one to give up just because she got handed almost everything she wanted."

We shared a smile at the thought, and I sat down on the stupid, useless, one-trick couch with her, laying my head in her lap.

"No one really wanted to talk," I said, after a moment of settling in just right. "Honestly, I think I drove them away."

"Lyle…" She was stroking my hair. It was an effort to stay solid enough for her to do so, being here with her was so relaxing, I just wanted to collapse into a sexy little puddle, tangle myself up in her furry legs, get all the dirt and grime out that a shower never really cleaned away. Maybe even get in between her hoof and… uh… the fleshy bit? The frog? I bet there was all sorts of stuff trapped up in there. Cleaning it out sounded wonderful right now.

Ugh, I really need to stop fantasizing about eating people's dead skin and stuff. It's gross. Even if it's really kinda intimate and it's not like it hurts anybody and I can keep them that clean so they don't have to worry and aaaaaaaaaaa!

No no no.

"I'm sorry," I said, "did you say something? I missed it."

"I asked if it was really that bad?" She said, lightly brushing against my stomach with her other hand, as she continued to comb her fingers through my hair.

I smiled up at her, wryly. "Unfortunately." I let out a sigh. "I'm pretty much directly responsible for convincing one of them to embrace being a monster. She was halfway there, a Holstaur, and I tried to bond with her a bit over the time I spent in your body, but…"

"But…?" Amy prodded, lightly.

"But I really just convinced her to give into the mooing and she fell all over herself to masturbate the last of her resistance away, if what we could hear as she tried to leave was any indicator."

"Oh."

"Pretty bad, right?"

"Well," she hedged, "It isn't… it's not a great start, no."

"I also told them about Faust."

"Ah. I guess you'd have to, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah. I sort of forget sometimes how she looks when you haven't had years to get used to her and understand the nuance."

"Well… That's-"

"Also, I think I might be teacher's pet?"

Amy just sighed.

"And given she seems to be on the 'submit and fuck a dude' side of things, I'm really not sure how to feel about that…?"

Amy was silent for a minute. I felt very judged.

"Well, Lyle… I still love you, even if they all decide differently. You're mine, and I'm yours, and they can't change that."

"Yeah, that… that helps." I cuddled into her a little more, closing my eyes. It was a really nice sentiment, and I'd had something of a rough day. I was laying on my back, now, and I think my neck had deformed somewhat to make the position possible. I could feel myself pooling in her fur a little.

I laid there, eyes closed, just enjoying it. Amy was a habitual runner, and there were all sorts of things caught in her windswept fur as she sprinted through the city, the surrounding fields, and even the nearby forest, on occasion. Besides her sweat, and stray splashes of milk here and there, I recognized a fair bit of it as plant matter, of various strokes. …I was pretty sure I like the taste of the pine trees the best, but I hadn't worked up the nerve to ask her to bring home some needles for me to try, so that I could confirm it. I wasn't sure how to explain what I was doing to anybody without making them deeply uncomfortable.

Around the time I was starting to consider broaching the subject so that I could move away from the area I'd already cleaned, I heard footsteps, picking up pace, nearly a run. There were actually only two people with traditional feet in this house, and I had trouble imagining Akubra running for any reason ever, so the name was no surprise to me when Amy spoke, confused.

"Faust, what are you-?"

It was, however, a surprise to me when I spoke.

"Ooof!"

I opened my eyes to find that Faust had leapt atop of me, which explained the crushing sensation I was feeling across my stomach. I didn't keep anything important in there anymore, but it was still a shock.

"Lyle, darling." The look on her face made my heart flutter. Or it would have, anyway. She'd perked up considerably in these past few days. Once the initial shock of my transformation had worn off, she'd taken to the situation by far the best. Not because the others were being difficult, or even seemed too troubled, but because…

Well…

"Hi Faust." I said, "Are we almost ready to go?"

"Go? Go where?" She leaned down, cuddling up against me. Her face was pressed into my chest, my breasts, really. Voice muffled, she continued. "There is nowhere on this planet more enticing than the here and now, my love. I am home."

I love her dearly, but I think she might be something of a pervert.

I looked up at Amy, for sympathy, but that was my mistake. She was blushing up a storm, and looked vaguely jealous. I reached up with one hand, letting it settle on her chest so she didn't feel left out.

"Aren't we going to see the queen?" I asked.

"Ugh," Faust groaned. The rumbling was quite pleasant at the moment, head all but sandwiched into my chest. She might be a little harder to understand with her voice muffled like this, but… I think I can handle it. She continued, "I suppose we must. You will allow me to sit on your lap, of course."

Finally, someone wants to use me as a chair!

…Er, I mean.

"Maybe…" I hedged, doing my best not to sound utterly enthralled with the idea.

She peeled herself up and away from me, the slight distaste for our parting that I felt also echoed on her face. That soothed things, a little. I, in turn, carefully flowed up off of Amy, and we were off.​

 

[The_Letter_K]

Queen Twinkle Star was… well, she was a vision. A vision of precisely what, I wasn't entirely sure. ...There had been a kid in town while I was growing up, his name was Carl. Carl was intensely annoying, in that he had to be the center of attention at all times, and he had to be the best at everything. He'd shout, scream, cheat, lie, he'd do anything to achieve that goal. Queen Twinkle Star was like… if he could have done all that silently, just by appearance alone.

Also if it were somehow enchanting, instead of obnoxious.

Her hair, shoulder length, was wet, liquid like paint, and there wasn't a color I could imagine missing from it, each flowing fluidly into the other, blending and covering every hue I'd ever seen, and more that I was seeing for the first time, here and now. Moreover, it looked like there were pieces of her hair missing, or translucent, and I couldn't help but think it was a failing of my eyes to see those colors, rather than her hair to hold them. The colors started out darkest black, at the top of her head, and grew brighter and brighter until the tips of her hair were purest white.

Her skin was like glass, her musculature too, and even her bones, such that light filtered through her, and so she refracted it differently from any angle you saw her, and depending on precisely when, as well. She was covered in a garden of flowers and vines, every color and shape, winding around her body and adding complexity to the colors she shone as the light hit.

I'd seen the galaxy at night, once, through a telescope a traveling astronomer had let me try. Her body was like that, containing the stars and swirls of heaven, and shifting as she moved.

Her dresses were famous for holding the homes of her personal court, the other fairies in town, and the intricately layered piece she wore today was no exception, hundreds of tiny women bobbing to and fro as they left and arrived at their home within the folds of the Queen's clothes, her pockets like the doors to the places other Mamono resided. Each one moved hurriedly, confidently, like they had a mission or purpose, and the resulting flurry of activity was more than enough to distract by itself. The dress was pale yellow today, and I noted that it matched the flags and banners I'd seen around the city, replaced each day with a new design. Was that coordinated too? Of course it was.

Her crown was a scale model of the city itself, and it floated an inch or two above her head, rotating in place, so that all could see it was enchanted to reflect the hustle and bustle of the city in real time.

Her eyes… made me feel things. Things I can't remember, or describe, but things I wanted to feel again. I knew then why it was artists made her their subject so often. She was unportrayable. Painters would lose her intricate textures, weavers, fail to catch her light, sculptors, miss her motion in the stillness of their medium, and bards, poets, and writers could never hope to capture her with only word and rhythm.

She was art in motion.

But… but every attempt to portray her regardless would only improve the artist's skill, and the more skillful the depiction, the more powerful she became as she fed on it, the more beautiful, the more complex. It was a vicious cycle of life rising to evade art, and art chasing to capture life, each time making the city slightly safer.

And it happened hundreds of times a day. Had been happening for years.

Lord, such beauty. I tore my eyes away. I was crying.

A tiny fairy flew up and pat-patted my cheek as she dried my tears, before flying away. Must happen a lot.

"It's okay, Lyle. May I call you Lyle?" Lord, even her voice. It was like… a town full of bards, all well practiced, all in sync, and against all odds, all women, had come together to speak for her.

"Are you alright, Lyle, darling? Twinkle, what is wrong with her?" Faust demanded.

"She's an Alp, you said, yes?" The voices chorused. I could hear them in my body, in my skull, like my life was singing with her. "They take to the demonic energy poorly at first, and I am a nexus of it. Where you swim naturally through the waves my presence creates, she is tossed about amongst them, left adrift in my presence. Mamono naturally follow those more closely attuned to the Demon Lord, to some small extent, but those instincts are foreign to her, and her mind is rejecting them. She sees me instead as a human man might, but her body does not react as theirs would. Disorienting on the most basic level."

"She will adjust, then?" Faust demanded again, as she rubbed my back. I felt a little sick, but the throne room was coming back into focus now that I was looking away from the Queen again. Everything had gotten… blurry. I remembered a similar effect back when I first slept with Beeps, I'd seen it a couple times since, as well. This was much more intense than that, and had overcome me so completely I don't… I don't actually remember much since entering the castle.

"She will." I saw her nod, at the edge of my vision. I could handle seeing her if I didn't look directly. "She is as beautiful as you had said. Much as you yourself did, she has made a canvass of herself, devoted to you, remade herself to fit your vision. What deeper expression of devotion could there be? Art is an expression of emotion, and she is an exemplar."

The throne room itself was about what I expected, very fancy carpeting, very fancy everything, again complementing the Queen's gown. I felt a little guilt because I didn't really have the head to appreciate what I was sure was exquisite interior decorating. I wonder how much of the palace is changed every morning? Is any of it ever the same?

That would get pretty confusing actually.

"You… uh, you called us here for a reason, right?" I asked. My voice sounded kind of dazed, even to my ears.

Her laughter leapt out of her, abruptly, an asymphonic cacophony of bells. Were her vocal chords actual glass? The tittering of her entourage was nearly as loud.

"Ah, forgive me, Lyle, I should be more aware of your condition. But… it is not every day one implies a Queen ought to 'get on with it'."

Uh… Whoops.

"In fact, we are to head to the arena shortly. My palanquin ought to be arriving any moment."

"Arena?" Faust asked, before I could ask myself.

I settled for, "Palanquin?" I wanted to sound interested.

"Yes, I've prepared some entertainment I believe you will enjoy." She said, presumably to Faust. "I had an old friend of yours tracked down at great expense, a fearsome warrior. I am hoping she will earn her freedom, and join your household."

I wracked my brain. Unless there was another Mamono hiding unseen in Faust's past, admittedly not impossible with two already revealed, but unless it was that instead… There was really only one person it could be.

"Charlotte?" Faust breathed, faintly.

The Queen must have smiled, I could tell, because the room grew noticeably brighter.

"Perhaps."

Charlotte had been… an older girl in the village. She'd been often tasked with keeping an eye on us when we were kids, because Faust, then Sally, had idolized her, and we often wound up 'accidentally' separated from the others our age. Charlotte had sparred with Beepatrice every morning, training to be a knight, and knowing what I did now, I think the main reason Sally liked her was that she got to (try to) beat up Beeps regularly, and made progress until she'd finally left the town for Chalté, the capital city nearby.

She'd been picked up by a Valkyrie named Samael, if I recall correctly, and she'd reached Hero status years ago. Her birthday was a minor holiday in the region, especially in town. It was a shock to hear she'd been captured, I wasn't sure I liked that, but my heart warmed a little at the look of longing on Faust's face.

"H-how? She was so well protected… I'd resigned myself to years of building my power before I could seek her out. How did you find her?"

"Her companion, Samael, was subjected to a campaign of temptation, and has fallen to our Lord. She is now a Dark Valkyrie, and with her help, it was much simpler."

The difference between the resources of a person, and a city-state, I guess. Casually causing angels to fall was more than a little outside my reach, if it was even a place I wanted to reach at all.

"We must hurry!" Faust shouted, she was vibrating in place. "It has been so long! Lyle, Lyle, look at my hair, is it curled properly?"

I smiled at her, kissing her cheek.

"You're gorgeous." She blushed, as I ran my fingers through her hair. "You're going to… to terrify her."

Her eyes sparkled, and I knew I'd nailed that one.

"Oooh, I hope so! She's a proper hero, Lyle! To come from the shadows of her past, wreathed in darkness, and finally spirit her away to the underworld~" She shuddered, "How romantic!"

Uh huh.

I felt the attention of Queen Twinkle Star leave us for a moment, like a curtain being lowered across a stage, and she said; "Ah, here it is now, come, we must meet with the rest of your party. They have already been situated."

I still wasn't sure what a palanquin was, though.

 

[The_Letter_K]

It turned out a palanquin was sort of like a piggyback ride for the rich, except you're carried by multiple people, covered by fabric, and there's a chair with handles involved. So… not much like a piggyback ride after all, honestly.

"Lyle, Lyle! Over here!" Blackberry called out, from the guest seats next to the throne, which presumably overlooked the arena. We were still walking down the hall towards it, but that didn't seem like a huge reach.

Walking next to someone being carried by a small army of her husbands was a little… odd. We'd actually been invited up, the palanquin sat three or four, but I'd refused as politely as I could. The cushions for the seats were more of her husbands. She lived a lavish life, but I wasn't ready to indulge that way yet, and Faust wasn't about to leave me to walk alone. She was too distracted to feel hungry anyway, so I'm not sure she noticed.

I noticed. Lord, did I notice.

"Hey, Blackberry!" I called, eager to distract myself. She was kneeling, and as she was a Bicorn, she had to turn kind of awkwardly to see us coming down the hall from behind her. At least here the buildings were largely designed to accommodate her. I'd heard stories about retrofitted human settlements, and how unfriendly they were to quadrupeds.

As we closed distance, I noticed Amy peek around the corner, vaguely nervous looking, even from this far away.

"L-lyle," She whispered, though her deep voice carried, especially echoing down the hall like this, "The arena is full. That has to be a third of the city out there, and they're all looking up here!"

Oh. Right, the Queen was like… a Queen. Like for real, she was. I hadn't really considered what that meant.

Queen Twinkle Star replied in my stead, "They will shift their focus onto the arena as the entertainment begins, Fair Lady Amy. Please do not worry."

Her face flushed bright red as she took in the Queen being carried alongside us. I think she'd been pretending she wasn't there. I saw her mouth "Fair Lady Amy? Fair Lady!?" as she slowly slid out of the doorway and back toward her seat. She was holding her head like she wasn't sure what was real.

She'd come a long way in a few days, it was hard to blame her, I guess. From outcast living in a cardboard box, to personal guest of the Queen. I'd come nearly as far, but it wasn't like I was handling things much better. I literally couldn't stand looking directly at the Queen, after all.

I noted Akubra wasn't present, she had a tendency to show up and disappear at her leisure, and something like this didn't seem very much like her thing. It didn't shock me she'd made herself scarce when no one was looking. Possibly literally.

As for Beeps, the last of my wives… sister-wives? Is there a different term for being part of a group of mutual wives? Ugh. I'd ask Faust later.

As for Beeps, she was standing still, looking out over the arena, it was hard to tell, but I thought she might be nervous.

"Beeps?" I asked, as we closed in on the doorway ourselves.

She didn't look back, but I heard her say, "Charlotte."

Ah. I wonder how she knew?

"She'll be okay, Beeps; we just have to believe."

She nodded, as we crossed the threshold.

Suddenly and without fanfare, our footsteps were the loudest things for what felt like miles. As soon as Queen Twinkle Star came into view, the entire stadium went silent.

I started to sweat.

Maybe Amy had the right idea? I should try cowering, it seemed like it could be fun.

Before I could, the Queen spoke; "Revelers, Degenerates, and Floozies!" A cheer. "Lurkers, Hunters, and Tricksters!" Another cheer. "Artists are you all this day, a collage of Mamonodom! A finer crowd of heathens I could not hope to find!"

The cheers were getting louder. "Are you kept warm!?"

"Yes!" My ears rang.

"Are you kept safe!?"

"Yes!" I felt unsteady.

"Most importantly; ARE YOU WELL FED!?"

"YEEEES!" The stadium shook.

"Then show us your passion! We are Queen Twinkle Star of Morningwood! Who is your Queen!?"

"Aurora Whorealis! Aurora Whorealis! AURORA WHOREALIS!" The cheers rose throughout the stadium, and with them came an undeniable energy, the air was laden with it, foggy at first, but by the time it reached us, it was so thickly black I'd lost sight of the crowd entirely.

It washed over us, largely flowing into her, but the edges of it brushed against me, and I came unglued entirely, screaming in ecstasy, flowing all across Faust, who'd merely happened to be closest when it hit. I writhed against her touching and kissing, but then stood slowly after a moment, slipping off of Faust, leaving a kiss on her cheek as I did. Not purposefully, although I wasn't opposed to it, exactly. The air was filled with such a sensual bent, though, that it happened essentially automatically. Luckily, it had been Faust and not Twinkle Star herself, that could have been… a bit awkward.

I flopped gracelessly over to the seat that was still open, that is, the one not directly next to the Queen, as I assumed that one was for Faust, as the guest of honor. If she got tribute like that all the time, just how powerful was she? I'd assumed Faust was a powerful Mamono, and surely, she was, but Twinkle Star was on another level entirely. I wasn't sure she didn't count as a god, if the crumbs from her impromptu snack were enough to knock me on my ass like that.

She continued; "We have brought you the 'Human Founder' herself, Sally Franks!" She gestured lightly, and Faust moved forward alongside her, facing the crowd. I wasn't sure how she'd take something like this, actually. She wasn't… a people person, exactly, to put it politely. I needn't have worried, though.

As Twinkle Star continued, I saw Sally straighten, pridefully. It wasn't an exaggeration to call this her kingdom too, really. She'd had equal stake to Twinkle Star, in the beginning, and the other founders even, had come afterwards. I was starting to realize, these were her people, as much as they were Twinkle Star's, and I think I was miles behind her on that front.

"Behold, Morningwood, we present you... Faust von Frankenstein!" Sally, seemingly in her element, flared her own power as she was announced, her head catching flame, the fire a roiling purple. Her skull was roughly outlined in the flames, and the energy radiated from her back as well, ghastly wings roughly formed from the same aura. She spread her arms wide, as the crowd cheered for her homecoming.

As the cheers died down, slowly, she let her aura fade, and stepped back, coming to sit beside me, and grabbing for my hand. She was shaking, but it was barely perceptible if you were looking at her.

I leaned down, desperately trying to think of a way to calm her as I opened my mouth to speak. I was coming up blank, but it was too late, my mouth was already open.

"You have a cute butt. I might have missed what the Queen said though. Where are we, anyway?"

She scoffed, and punched me lightly on the shoulder, but she'd stopped shaking.

"You are an idiot, and I do not understand what I see in you, nor why I love you so."

"I love you too," I whispered.

"Oh? And are you also at a loss for the reason, then?" She whispered, in response, managing to still sound slightly haughty as she did.

"No," I whispered back, from the corner of my mouth, "it's your butt. I just told you."

She let out an indignant squawk, and in the silence between the Queen's words, it echoed across the entire arena.

There was a pregnant pause, as the Queen presumably fought the urge to turn back to us to see what had happened, and Faust turned bright red.

I did my best to contain my snickering, because I, at least, was capable of being a dignified guest of the Queen.

Queen Twinkle Star continued her speech, and I took the opportunity, as Faust studiously ignored me, to turn to Amy on my other side. She still seemed nervous, so I wrapped my arm around her, and let my hand come to rest on her breast. She calmed immediately, as her body responded to my touch. She leaned into me a little, murmuring thanks into my ear.

"And now, without further ado, open the gates! Release our poor, poor Hero, Charlotte, and release her opponent, Thagolynn, the Dragon Warrior!"

...WHAT!?

 

[The_Letter_K]

Charlotte hadn't changed much since I'd seen her last, and I was surprised by how well I could see her from this far away. As the gates went up and the cheers, and jeers, started to rise, she rolled her shoulders once, as I'd seen her do many times at the start of a fight.

Ogres had changed a lot since the current Demon Lord took power, but Charlotte was built like the ogres of old. Enormously large for a human woman, at about six foot two, she had broad shoulders and hips, and was covered every inch in muscle. She wasn't ugly, exactly, but her bone structure was better suited to taking a punch than posing for a painting. She was a solid brick house in a city literally filled with empty facades. She had hazel eyes, a button nose, and usually had at least a slight smile on her face, to try and offset her presence, but here and now she was all but snarling, menace etched into her stance like she honestly thought the Dragon ought to be afraid of her. She had wavy red hair that was shaved short at the moment, shorter than even Beeps kept hers, which given that she was in an arena to fight monsters for her freedom, made more than a little sense.

She had a collar on, one I recognized as an emergency energy sink the Order elites and prominent Heroes might use when caught or surrounded. It wouldn't come off unless a priest either blessed it with the Chief God's light, or it was overwhelmed by the energy it was designed to filter out. She also seemed to be wearing clothes that had been provided for her, because she was showing more skin than was probably wise, given her position. It looked like she'd made do, though, she seemed to be wearing armor made from leather undergarments, bras mostly, as a kind of very large scale mail. It wasn't a lot, she was still only partially covered, and it wouldn't do much against the dragon, but it did sort of serve to give her her dignity back, which was impressive, when her clothing options had probably been presented to her to take that away from her instead.

I took all this in as I desperately clawed at the air, held back from leaping down to try and do something to help only by Faust's telekinetic grip.

"Faust, let me go! She's going to fight a Dragon! A Dragon! She can't do that! She'll get hurt!"

The roars and cheers of the crowd muffled my voice, but not so much I could believe that Faust hadn't heard me.

I was plopped back on the seat, and once I had traction again I immediately flowed out of it to try and get off the balcony again, taking the time to form some eyes and a mouth to glare at her from the back of my head as I flailed helplessly, once again caught before I could do anything.

"Lyle, Lyle settle down. She is not in serious danger, look closely at her spear." Faust said, as she tried to pet and pat me, calm me down. "Look, Lyle, look."

Blackberry was on her hooves, shuffling them awkwardly and nervously looking between the two of us, while Amy had moved to stand between me and the balcony. Beeps, on the other hand, appeared at first to be idle, but her guns had slowly left their compartments on her wrists, and her body was angled ever-so-slightly towards Faust, and more disconcertingly, the Queen. Noticing that broke through my panic, and I went limp in the air, crossing my arms and essentially… started pouting.

I couldn't let Beeps attack someone like the Queen in front of a third of her subjects, just because I lost control of myself. I couldn't do that to Amy, either, or to Blackberry. I sighed, then took in a deep breath for a moment, the action serving to focus me, even if I no longer really had lungs, and... I looked closer.

There was something kinda odd about it, the blade shimmered or writhed or pulsed with... something.

"What is that? That's not steel." I asked, curious, but still waiting to leap back into it if I didn't like the answer. Even if Faust brought her back later, I wasn't keen to watch Charlotte get slaughtered. There was a difference between cautiously indulging Faust's odd ideas about romance, and casually letting a friend get squished or even eaten, just because I'd married a necromancer.

"It's Soulsilver," Faust answered, gently. "She'll be fine, Lyle, please sit."

"Oh." I said, embarrassed. "I'm sorry I… I should have known that."

Soulsilver, or Demon Realm Silver, was an intensely enchantable metal, only minable in the Demon Realms. Surprisingly, it actually wasn't inherently corruptive, and when it was forged into a weapon, the most common use, it produced a blade that cut at your energy, your resolve. Rumor had it that the army... uh… the human army, would train their best fighters with it, to allow them to go all out without fear. In the human lands, though, it was generally pretty rare. It was sometimes made into jewelry and such, but it wasn't practical for humans to try to mine it, and so most of it was obtained via trade with nations that had different relationships with their Mamono.

It also had a tendency to be... Cursed. You could flood it with demonic energy quite easily, and that energy would transfer into the 'wound' with every strike of a weapon, or all at once into the wearer of a necklace, or what have you. Heh. Given the way women tended to change when successfully cursed, you might even call it a booby trap. Hehehe.

Uh. Why do I think that's so funny? It's not. Right?

Anyway…

I looked around, blushing. "I… uh, I should have trusted you girls instead of freaking out."

Faust just nodded once, primly, and that was that. I settled back into my seat, and the others did the same, Amy putting one hand on my thigh, trying to keep me calm, probably. Blackberry actually knelt at my feet, sort of, my legs bumping up against her barrel, her body heat pouring out like a nice campfire on a cold night. I was grateful for the comfort.

I… for a minute there, I'd been human again, felt surrounded by monsters I was sure were out to hurt people I cared about. True, back when I'd been Sheriff, Beeps and I had needed to react to incursions, instinctually, without hesitation... but that was an excuse, not a justification. I had first hand experience with how much of the Order's teachings were baseless propaganda, and although admittedly some of it had turned out to be true, this was something I should have immediately recognized as the former over the latter.

There was another thing to consider, though.

"Isn't that kind of… unfair?" I asked, not directing the question at anyone in particular. "I mean, she's fighting a Dragon with a weapon that specifically only inflicts spiritual damage. She can't even hurt her."

Even a powerful Hero didn't have spirit levels equal to a Dragon's. There were few monsters stronger, and they were traditionally the work of a party, if they were successfully fought off at all. When you had to rely on tiring her, before you tired yourself, and you were on your own…

"Mmm. The story of an underdog is much more entertaining, is it not?" The Queen replied, airily, though her gaze never left the stadium.

I went to reply, but down in the arena, Charlotte seemed to be getting the lay of the land. There were several uneven, raised areas, like artificial cliffs and hills, rather than a flat plane.

Thagolynne, on the other hand, looked like she'd been here before, or else was so supremely confident she didn't need to take in her surroundings. Her scales were a deep, dark blue, and she had four horns on her head, poking up out of her black hair. Like most dragons, she was huge, though not inhumanly so, and she was actually naked, which made some sense. Armor wouldn't protect her from Soulsilver, and Dragons had skin and scales naturally tough enough she didn't exactly have to be wary of any tricks, either. Maximizing her sex appeal was the best move she could make, if she managed to get Charlotte… distracted, then it was all but over.

She wasn't using her wings yet, but she had a rather large sword, it looked custom. It too seemed to be made from Soulsilver, though it was clear to my eyes it was stuffed full of demonic energy. How much could Charlotte's collar take? Probably not all of that plus what they… what we were all giving off. They weren't built to show their capacity in any way, to prevent Mamono from focusing down the more vulnerable, but they weren't intended to be used casually, either. Each one was custom made, and when a priest removed it was destroyed in the process, regardless of how much demonic energy it had absorbed.

She moved surprisingly quietly, for a Dragon anyway, but Charlotte seemed to hear her all the same. I had no idea what the 'true power of a Hero', for lack of a better term, looked like, but I had to hope Charlotte was up to the task.

They were closing in on each other now, Charlotte keeping in close to the walls of the raised cliffs, probably to limit the advantage flying would give Thagolynne.

Charlotte finally caught sight of the Dragon, and a brief hush fell over the stadium, before the cheers erupted as both fighters moved.

 

[The_Letter_K]

And when they moved, they moved fast. I had to watch for a few moments before I really knew what I was seeing. Still, the opening moments told me a lot about how Thagolynn operated. She moved just as confidently as she had as she entered the field, striding brazenly towards Charlotte with a sort of swagger in the way she swayed her hips, somehow sauntering even at a dead run. It leaned more towards threatening than sensual, though, because her strut left footprints in what appeared to be solid stone. It was strange, as I focused, I could actually see the rock flaking as her feet pressed into it, see the small clouds of dust slowly rise. To say my eyesight had improved would be a gross understatement.

That was why I saw the brief hesitation in Thagolynn's stance when, instead of retreating or steadying herself, Charlotte stepped forward, and at a faster pace. Even from here I could all but feel the moment of self-doubt enter the Dragon's mind. She didn't falter for long, though, and as they closed the distance, she took the first swing, throwing her entire weight behind her strike. I had time to watch as Charlotte brought her spear up to block the sword, the soulsilver tip the only material she had that could actually do so, and it was then I realized things seemed… slower.

Not slowed to a crawl, exactly, but when I'd used to watch Charlotte and Beeps fight, their movements had been so quick I'd had trouble following them precisely, and I doubted Charlotte had somehow gotten slower when she became a hero, or that she wasn't fighting seriously now. Despite that, I was following easily, with even enough time to anticipate what was going on. I was worried, though, a spear was hardly ideal to deflect with in the first place, and when the only surface that would even work was the comparatively tiny blade at the end...

But I realized I'd misjudged what Charlotte was trying to do only after I saw her do it. The first part I'd gotten right. As it glanced off the spearblade, the edge of Thagolynn's sword wasn't slowed by the shaft of Charlotte's spear, but neither did it actually cut the shaft, flowing through it like water, the properties of soulsilver not extending to the grip of the spear. Apparently, it seemed to be made of different materials, likely to ensure you didn't drain your own spirit as you fought with the weapon.

The blow continued unhindered, and Charlotte ducked under the blade of the sword as it swung, passing through her spear like air, while the point of that spear grazed Thagolynn lightly across the nose, who, having committed so completely to her strike, failed to entirely pull her head back in time to totally avoid it.

First blood, sort of.

Of course, as that thought crossed my mind, and gasps echoed lightly in the stadium, the crowd having suddenly become much quieter, Thagolynn let out a growl, and went on the offensive. Her strikes were swift, but Charlotte seemed to barely be ahead of her every move, dodging and circling at just the right time to avoid contact with the enemy, while simultaneously scoring tiny, glancing hits of her own.

The dance continued, and Thagolynn became more and more furious at her failure to carve into her prey, sometimes leaving glowing energetic lines in the landscape instead, on particularly bad misses.

The two were quick to move, Charlotte putting pieces of landscape between her and the Dragon, only for Thagolynn to destroy them outright as she tore straight through.

And then, out of nowhere, the Dragon let out a wild strike with her knee, connecting solidly with Charlotte's stomach.

Charlotte went flying.

Straight up.

Thagolynn, a vicious sneer on her face, wasted no time and took off into the air after her, all her confident swagger traded for fury and fire as she streaked off like a burning boulder from a trebuchet, with an impact that was just the same. The cheers went up as she struck again, bare handed, and Charlotte was flung straight back down towards the ground. Two solid hits like that had my grip tightening on Amy's hand. With rigorous training, even humans could develop their personal energies to incredible heights, but taking a punch from a monster while you're wearing armor is one thing, taking a hit from a Dragon while in rags was another.

But, to my surprise, Charlotte wasn't done.

Midway to the ground, she seemed to recover, and she threw her spear upwards at a blur. It lanced up directly into Thagolynn's stomach before she had a chance to react, knocking the air out of her before rebounding against her flesh and falling back downwards. Thagolynn struggled to breathe, scrabbling for the spear to deny Charlotte her weapon and end the fight in all but a few moments. But… between the impact, her wheezing, and her desperate clawing for the spear...

She'd dropped her sword.

And as Charlotte landed on the ground in a three point pose...

She caught it.

The crowd went nuts. As Thagolynn rushed down towards her, Charlotte leapt back up to meet her, and this time, she swung the sword. She caught Thagolynn in a vicious uppercut, straight from her hips up through her chest and out the top of her head, and the dark energy intended to corrupt Charlotte bled into Thagolynn instead, drawing a throaty moan out of her as the spear fell from her hands.

Charlotte grabbed it in her off hand, guiding it back into the naked woman's hands and towards her drooling snatch, and instinct did the rest, as Thagolynn shoved the soulsilver blade inside herself over and over, masturbating along the shaft of the spear. As they landed on the ground, the Dragon Warrior rolled onto her back, hips in the air, either not feeling or not caring as the spear cut away at her energies more and more as she sated herself with the shaft.

But Charlotte wasn't quite finished.

She stood over her would-be opponent as the poor woman fought desperately for release, and Charlotte drove the sword down with finality into her gut. Immediately, a growling scream of sheerest joy ripped out of Thagolynn's throat as her body's thrusts into the spear now slid her torso along the blade of the sword as well, dumping more and more of the absurdly concentrated demonic power into her every time she helplessly bucked her hips.

Charlotte walked back towards the gate she'd entered through, and when it failed to rise for her, she simply tore it from the wall, tossing it carelessly aside, and walked calmly out of view.

Lord alive.

I am so horny for her right now.

I turned to Faust, her eyes glittering.

"I must have her, Lyle," she said.

I found, despite myself, that I couldn't help but nod.

 

[The_Letter_K]

The "Pit" under the arena wasn't quite what I expected. I'd heard, and even read, many stories about heroes in arenas and dangerous wild lands, and those places always seemed to be dirty, dark, stone-hewn, and generally barbarous. More dungeon than anything else. That wasn't the case here. It looked more like a fancy inn, honestly. There weren't a lot of places I could compare it to, but that was a decent start. It did still sort of have that 'dingy' quality I was expecting, but in a way that felt almost purposeful.

The room was open, with about a third taken up by rough, wooden tables, and a bar that spanned the nearby wall. I'd been told that the fights here were a regular thing, amongst the more rambunctious Mamono, and I guess a place to unwind afterwards, or to boast about your fights sort of fit with that vision? It certainly wasn't anywhere I'd be comfortable spending my time, but I could see the appeal, I guess.

Along the far wall, opposite the bar, were several doors leading to private rooms, likely for that day's fighters to prepare themselves in, if they needed the space. It was one of these that seemed to have been repurposed, a hand-carved sign which read; "Warning: Angry Heroine, flirt at your own risk" had been affixed above the doorway, and the walls had been made lightly translucent, so that you could vaguely see what was happening inside. I'd expected Charlotte to be in there, but there were two figures, each on opposite sides of the room.

That didn't seem to track.

A Minotaur appeared to be guarding the door, but she took one look at us and couldn't leave fast enough. I wasn't sure what that was all about.

"Do you think that's Samael in there?" I asked, not really expecting a conclusive response, per se.

"I should think so." Faust replied. "These wards are quite ingenious. Incredibly powerful, but Charlotte could likely destroy them easily, given her earlier display. Yet the first ward to break, by far the most fragile, would be the one ensuring Samael, or whomever that may be, must keep their distance from her. So long as she does not damage them, she may sleep soundly, but attempt an escape…"

Huh. Clever.

"Are we really just going to walk in there?" That didn't strike me as an amazing plan.

"That doesn't sound like an amazing plan." Amy chimed in, her eyes lingering on the Minotaur as she hurriedly departed. She was blushing, if barely. Did they know each other?

"No, I think not. Far too small a space. The hall has been cleared that we might have our reunion here, perhaps at one of the tables?" Faust explained, half musing as her whims solidified into a plan. "We are entrusted to ensure she does not escape, which ought to be simple, between the five of us."

I looked at her, suspiciously. "You really think we can wrangle someone even a Dragon couldn't handle?"

If she was nervous, she hid it well. "She shall pose us no threat. She will be ours within the hour, I am sure of it." Her eyes swam in the way they did when she talked about the romance of my eventual murder at her hands, and I started to get a creeping suspicion there wasn't a plan in her head guiding her actions so much as a very horny, very optimistic daydream.

I had the sense that this could go very wrong, very fast, but before I could voice it, the door opened with a wave of Faust's hand.

Through the doorway, I got my first look at Samael, and it was quite a bit more of her than I'd expected to see.

She was leaning against the wall, seated on her bed with her legs slightly apart, and her bluish skin was exposed, she was entirely naked, much like Thagolynn had been, but for all that it was seductive, she made it seem so casual, too. She wasn't paying any attention to herself, or where she was, she'd gotten herself comfortable, and now she only had eyes for one thing.

"-and the way you tore that gate straight off the walls, oh Charlotte, it made me so happy. Didn't I always tell you it was that dramatic flair that separated a heroine from mere military fodder?" Her hips wiggled suggestively as she said 'heroine', but it seemed largely unconscious. She lifted a large bottle she'd tucked between her legs up to her lips, and I noted that it appeared to be from the bar. She tilted it skyward, and a little dribbled down her cheek as she took it from her mouth with a satisfied; "Ah~..." sound, sliding it back between her legs again, tucking it tightly against herself, hiding her crotch from view once more.

"Oh!" She cried, "Every time I forget just how delightfully cold it is." Her nipples hardened in agreement, and I noticed her long, white hair was matted, slick with sweat, and wildly sticking to her body.

This was what an angel of combat, sent from above to train heroes of justice… this was what that looked like?

...It was a bit different than I'd imagined it.

"Um… Is Charlotte in there?" Blackberry asked, piping up for the first time. "I'd… I'd like her to… to… signmysaddle!"

Samael turned and noticed us, finally. Her face was flushed, but not, I thought, from embarrassment. How much had she been drinking? I wanted to pin her down and show her how much fun proper hygiene can be and oh my lord no stop.

But before I could step forward and say something about the plates and cups left strewn about Samael's side of the room, and before Faust could step forward to begin whatever machinations she'd plotted in her head, Charlotte filled the doorway, glaring at the lot of us.

"Leave me alone." She growled, eyes sweeping over us with practiced ease. Then, she paused. "...Beeps?"

The Automaton stepped forward, gracefully. "Charlotte." She cocked her head. "Proud."

"What are you doing here? You should be back in town, protecting…" Her eyes widened. "No."

Her gaze swung back to Sally just as she drew herself up to her most… Faust.

"Behold, Charlotte! I am Faust von Frankenstein, co-ruler of this domain, and known to you once as Sally Franks!" Her body sparked off dark energies, as her head once more caught flame, a frightening visage that I'd quite gotten used to. "I have come… for your soul!"

Charlotte's eyes narrowed, and she focused back onto me. "What have you done to her, you foul Demon? The Sally I knew was nothing like that… that thing!"

"Uh, actually," I said, "you have it backwards, you see-"

And then her fist went through my head.

I collapsed, shocked, pooling on the floor. I felt as she carried through, stepping just barely on my edges as she adapted to the change in situation, and I pulled myself together, as quickly as I could manage. I was in a panic, she didn't know it yet, but she'd done the one thing she absolutely shouldn't have done, and I had to head it off before…

"Charlotte, you fiend!" Faust cried, "I shall have your-!"

Anything Faust was going to say was quickly blown away by a terrible sound, echoing from the body of my dearest deputy, as her sirens kicked on.

BWWWAAAAAAAMMMMM!

CHARLOTTE FRANCESCA ABERNATHY

Click to shrink...

BWWWAAAAAAAMMMMM!

YOU ARE UNDER ARREST

Click to shrink...

BWWWAAAAAAAMMMMM!

KNEEL AND SUBMIT

Click to shrink...

BWWWAAAAAAAMMMMM!

YOUR PUNISHMENT COMES

Click to shrink...

Uh oh.

 

[The_Letter_K]

"-and that's when we came down to see you." I said. It felt like so little, all laid out like that. It had only been a few weeks ago, not even a month, that I'd been living at home with Beeps, and only a little further back than that, Sally had been alive with us too, even if she'd already fallen ill. A lot had happened in such a short time, but the explanation had been so simple, boiled down.

I paused, looking at Charlotte, but of course she wasn't exactly going to respond. Kneeling, her body immobile, covered thickly in Beeps' spraystone, and gagged with some fabric when she wouldn't stop interrupting, she wasn't in a position to do much at all.

Circling behind her, I carefully removed the gag.

"So…" I said, trepidatiously, "are you willing to talk?"

She looked up at me, grumpily. Cutely, a part of my mind whispered. She looked good all bound up in the gloppy mess, even if it had hardened to hold her. Something about that was just so… right. I resolved not to think about it too much. That was sure to be a winning strategy.

"Lyle. You're an Alp?" She asked, flatly.

"Um… a little bit?"

She glowered at me. "A little bit?"

I shuffled my feet.

"Oh for Lilith's sake, Lyle," Faust groaned. "Yes, Lyle is an Alp. Some mixture of Shoggoth and Demon I'm quite keen to study... to find its weaknesses." The last part was said so quietly I almost missed it, but it drew a slight smile from me anyway.

"Okay." She sighed, "So, assuming I believe all of this nonsense, why does it matter? You have me now, why bother explaining anything?"

Samael chimed in, "I still can't believe after all that training you just gave up and got on your knees because the metal lady said so. You didn't even hesitate. I'd be angry that I trained you better, if it weren't so in my favor, Charly."

Charlotte for her part, blushed when she looked over at Samael to respond, partly, I assume, because she was embarrassed about her 'defeat', and partly because Samael was seated on a table, legs spread wide and dangling off, angled to give Charlotte quite a show anytime she looked straight ahead.

"It… it was practically instinct. I'm ashamed myself, but… she... Beepatrice, she's almost like my mother." She looked away again, to avoid seeing Samael.

A sharp inhale. "That… that makes us sisters!" Blackberry all but shouted, rearing up in excitement. She trotted up lightly but insistently, pushing her way to the front of the group. I forgot sometimes she was the largest of us by far.

Charlotte didn't seem to share her enthusiasm, though, merely sighing and ignoring her.

I bristled a little at that, but had to face the fact that it was probably the best reaction she could have gotten from Charlotte right now.

"I'm trying to give you a choice," I said. "You deserve to choose, you just need to know what your choices actually look like, not what you've been told they do."

"Ly-le," Faust groaned. "We wish to show her pleasures she cannot imagine. Literally cannot. She is incapable of making an informed choice, and once she has been made capable, she will choose correctly, as all do. Must we endure this rigamarole?"

I frowned. "It is not 'rigamarole', Faust. She's a person, we should treat her like one."

She arched her eyebrow at me. "And, praytell, which 'persons' do you know at the moment that you are not either sleeping with or fantasizing about sleeping with?"

I spluttered. "That- that's not, I mean it's not like I-!"

I took a deep breath, and rallied myself. "Faust, this isn't right, and you know it's not. You're more than sexy enough to seduce her properly. Are you saying you can't?"

Now it was her turn to make incoherent noises, and I turned back to Charlotte, satisfied.

I just needed to convince her. I had to. I knew this was the right way. I'd made the right choice, we all had. She'd see that if we showed her.

"How long have you been an Alp, Lyle? A few days, right?" I nodded, and Charlotte continued, "Ugh… Probably haven't gone completely insane yet. Alps turn slowly. There's a chance you're telling the truth. ...Let's make a deal."

Making a deal sounded like an AMAZING idea.

"Okay!" I said, a little surprised at my own enthusiasm.

"You let me out of here, keep the other monsters off of me, and give me a place to stay for a day or so, and I'll give your girls a chance. But… if one of them tries something, you let someone else get by you, or I'm not convinced, then after that, I go free, and you help me escape."

"A day or two isn't much time," I argued, crossing my arms. "What if we agree not to push any demonic energy your way, and get you clean food, but you stay a week?"

She narrowed her eyes. "I'll want my own room. With a lock."

I nodded, "That's fine, but you can't hide out in it. You have to spend most of the time actually interacting with us, or there's no point."

She chewed her lip. "60/40. That's enough time to sleep and have some privacy. Even if I have to spend time with you that's better than I get here."

I nodded again. "That sounds fair."

"Deal?" she asked, a glint in her eye, she looked intense. I couldn't really figure out why, though?

Faust's eyes widened, and she shouted, "Wait!" just as I said;

"Deal."

Red, orange, and yellow erupted between Charlotte and myself, spontaneous fire just within my reach, as a Demonic Contract burned its way into existence.

I knew instinctively I was bound to the terms, and so was she. I had to shelter her, protect her, and help her escape in a week's time, and in return, she had to… give us a chance.

Uh.

Whoops.

 

[The_Letter_K]

Enemy Territory
Morningwood
Founder Faust von Frankenstein's Manor
Temporary Personal Quarters




Day 11 of Capture
Evening




I stared up at the ceiling. The room had done a passable job of imitating a Hero's barracks, once we'd returned to Sally's home. I tried not to notice the little differences that clued me in that this furniture was more for roleplaying that lifestyle than truthfully living it. I did not need those images in my mind.

...Things were not going particularly well. I was capable of admitting that. A week is an awfully long time, and I had no idea how long my collar could protect me in a city like this. I'd heard stories of people surviving upwards of a month behind enemy lines, a full week and half longer than I'd be here if everything worked out, but none of them had ever been captured like I had. They'd been hiding out, moving closer and closer to the border, hiding their energy signature and dodging patrols. It was pretty likely stories like mine never got told because no one returned home to tell them.

I'd be the first.

I'd made a career out of doing the impossible, after all. They didn't give the title of 'Hero' to just anyone. You had to be smart, quick, strong, and stubborn like a rock. You had to be able to smile at children and townsfolk while being ready to run any of them through any moment. Everybody thought that was absurd, even cruel, at first. Then you saw your first glamour fall, realized it really could be anyone, anytime, anywhere. If you were lucky, someone more experienced was there to catch it. If not, then sometimes a long time comrade was just… gone. Ripped away into the sky, or the ground, or a portal to hell. Always smiling emptily as their minds were overwhelmed in a moment of weakness and flooded with pleasure before they could fortify themselves.

It was just… looking at the townsfolk, always planning how to kill them in a single strike…

It never felt very Heroic.

There was a quiet truth, too. One never whispered by even veterans, but when you realized it yourself, you could see it in their eyes. They knew too. It was true. It hurt even thinking it, but I knew it was true.

We'd already lost.

It wasn't obvious, not at first. It took me a few years to see it, and some never did. The truth of the matter, though, was at some point, there'd gotten to be more of them than us. Not by numbers, not total population, but in terms of strength. What made a monster monstrous had always been their ability to prey on humankind, but after the current Demon Lord took hold, and their hunger… changed shape… they'd slowly grown in power even further, over time.

It was there in the records, if you looked, but you could track it in real time too, if slowly. We had to throw more and more soldiers at less and less monsters to get a victory at all. Soldiers that took years to train, just to have a chance against their casual power. It was why Heroes had even come about, near as I could tell. The Chief God breaking the chains of humanity on those trusted to be pure of heart, so that they could rise to the heights monsters had reached naturally over time.

But time and time again, the monsters pushed us back, losing city after city, countryside after countryside. Defend one town, and then rush to protect another, only to find a den of debauchery sprung up in the first town when your back had turned. Once they decided a place was theirs, it was only a matter of time, as well as how many Heroes you wanted to fall when they decided to simply overwhelm the defences. It was all there, in the history books. There wasn't really any way to hide it, but most people simply didn't have access to a wide enough view to see how bad it was. Because the national governments weren't panicking, the general population just assumed people elsewhere in their kingdoms were holding up better. But they weren't.

The borders were steady, but not because of anything we'd done. They'd just… stopped advancing. About thirty years ago. No more pushing, no more turning the holy lands Demonic. Well, not at the rate they'd been. We still lost a town, now and then, though the population usually disappeared, and individual people and families went missing all the time, especially near the border, but it could happen even in the capital. Still, it was a drop in the bucket, comparatively.

They were biding their time, and it took me a long while to understand why. I think maybe I knew longer than I'd admit to myself, but the thought made me sick inside. Passage to neighboring kingdoms used their seas, their mountains, their plains. We were 'allowed' to leave to sustain ourselves, to think we were clever and quick, or even lucky, but sometimes a caravan was taken as tithe. Situations were similar across the globe, unless you were in one of the heretic states that openly traded with Mamono instead. Otherwise…? We were penned in. Every kingdom, every city-state, every island.

Livestock.

...No one would be staging a daring rescue for me. For all my power, if I fell, I didn't add much to their side. It wasn't worth possibly losing more trying to get me back. Besides, there was the albatross around my neck. I'd been claimed... by Samael. Dammit, Sammie. ...She'd never stop chasing me, and killing her would be… arduous. Both from a time, resources, and personnel perspective, but also an emotional one. Anywhere I went, she'd be trying to infiltrate in short order, and Chief knows what chaos she'd cause as she did.

Worse, it seems I'd picked up even more interest. Sally, Lyle, Beeps. The four of them together would be unstoppable, not to mention the others associated with them they could call on.

Even if I escaped, I'd be running straight to a monastery to receive my Final Reward. Burn the body, grind the bones, and scatter the pieces. Entrust the soul unto an angel, and they might yet escape their doom. It was the only way to be sure no one else would be harmed by my failure. That I wouldn't simply be brought back to life.

But I had to give them 'a chance'.

I breathed out a heavy sigh. I had no idea to what lengths I would be compelled to participate, but the contract had been my only hope. A Hero bargaining with a Demon, like in the old stories, from before. The terms could hardly have been better. Lyle was never exactly an idiot but he lived too much in his own head to have predicted what would happen, and had been too sheltered by Beeps to have felt the need to learn his limits.

He still seemed to have his faculties, mostly, but the madness was obviously burning at the edges of his mind, and there was simply no telling when he would catch flame entirely. Alps, for all that they thought they could be useful and reasonable, had to be treated as hostile.

Eventually they turned too.

I needed to get some rest. I had a long few days ahead.

 

[The_Letter_K]

These damn underwear again? Being a Shoggoth, a sort of Slime-type monster, as well as a Demon, I had a fair amount of control over my look. Not enough to look masculine, exactly, and that wasn't something I really aimed for anyway, but I could reshape myself without a lot of other limits, including my clothes. So why did I always end up wearing these same pink panties? I'd seen them on Faust, that is, an actual cloth version of them, years ago by accident, back when she was still Sally, and they'd gotten stuck in my memory, she hadn't been wearing anything else, and that'd… made an impression, but they were too lacy, too revealing, too… risqué, frankly, for my tastes.

So why…?

I took them off and set them aside, seeing as I found myself incapable of shifting them away, and replaced them with my standard plain flesh tone ones. Well, my flesh tone, anyway. Deep bluish-purple was technically a flesh tone. And it was sorta risqué too, a bit? I kinda looked naked like this, that was sexy, right? Justifying it like that helped solidify the change. It was easier to hold the shape without thinking about it when the reason could be finagled into something vaguely sexual.

I looked at the underwear again. I couldn't get the image of Sally wearing them out of my head. That was a memory I'd uh… spent a fair bit of time with over the years. Though lately I increasingly substituted her new form into old memories. Even childhood Sally had sharp teeth and light blue skin in my thoughts these days. It'd been too long since I'd seen her human, I guess. Should have had a picture done. Too late now.

That same memory slid back into my head again, Faust, looking like she did now, wearing those lacy, frilly panties… Lord. I hadn't had much sex lately. I'd lost control of myself a few times when my body grazed against something in the wrong spot, or happened to get a taste of someone else especially strongly, but I'd been trying to adjust to my new self and…

And I was really really horny.

I was still a little afraid to indulge, though. I knew that what had swept me away before wasn't really a factor anymore, although I'd fight anyone who said these girls and I weren't married, but remembering that haze still made me pause.

I took a deep breath, cuddling into my bed. That was one advantage to keeping this stupid furniture around, I guess. Hard to cuddle into yourself for comfort.

Focus, Lyle.

…This society couldn't function if everyone was a braindead fuck-junkie. You're afraid of something that isn't real, Lyle. It's propaganda. It couldn't even function if roughly half were drooling empty-headed sex slaves, and the other half had to care for and dote on them. You were an outlier, brought on by a bad situation, and over-reaching.

I shuddered, let the breath out, and inhaled again. I didn't need to breathe, but focusing on that now was the opposite of helpful. Blackberry is fine, happy, and lives a full life. She's not an animal. Amy is fine, happy, and lives a full life. She's not an animal. Faust is fine, happy, and live a full life. …A weird life, but a full one. Actually… Okay, she's dead, bad example. She, uh, dies a full death, though…?

Look, the point is, Lyle… uh I mean, me… er, self? …Lyle. The point is, you can be fine, happy, and live a full life too. You aren't an animal, either.

I let out the second breath.

"A-amy!?" I called, and my voice wavered, "Can you come in here?"

I heard her hooves clop-clopping across the floor, and she gently opened the door, sliding in before shutting it behind her.

"Lyle? Where-?" She said. "Oh, oh honey…"

I was shaking. Dammit.

I felt as her weight shifted the mattress, crawling across the large bed to reach me where I was curled up near the headboard. I opened an eye to look at her, not really knowing when I'd closed them.

"H-hey…" I choked out, a frail smile forcing its way onto my face.

Instead of responding, she finished closing the distance, lying parallel to me on the bed, eyes level with mine. She smiled at me, a small, warm expression, rather than a joyful one, and slowly reached her hand out to touch me.

I flinched.

"I'm sorry," I said, immediately, "I didn't mean-"

"Shhhh, Lyle, It's okay," she said, her smile not wavering as her hand withdrew, "talk to me?"

I nodded, taking a couple of breaths. She smelled nice, I loved her and it was silly to be afraid.

"I'm scared," I said, to start.

She nodded, waiting patiently.

"I'm scared of… myself. Of not being myself. Of losing myself like I did before. I know it won't happen again, but what if it does? I just… it feels wrong. My head feels wrong, like I'm… scrabbling to hold onto something I never wanted in the first place but I can't let go because it's all I know. I wish…"

I paused, trailing off, searching for what I meant in the sea of overwhelming words and phrases that all felt too trite to really capture it, as if words could never mean the things we felt for real, but we'd all agreed to pretend and now I couldn't anymore.

"It's okay, take your time," she said. "I know how it feels. I-I remember the fear."

I looked at her, curiously. "Yeah?"

She nodded. "I told you before that I was born human, right?" It was my turn to nod. Her voice was soft, gentle. It usually was, but this was almost a whisper. "I… didn't tell you I was one of the last to turn. One of the Mamono radicals tainted our milk supply with Extra Thick Holstaur milk. It starts to turn you instantly, women into Holstaurus, men into Incubi especially suited to them."

I started to uncurl myself, she needed me to listen to this.

"I was at the general store buying something last minute for breakfast for the family. I don't even remember what it was. Small farming towns like that, they run like clockwork, and by the time I was walking back, almost everyone else in town had had a sip. I ran to my house, desperate to warn my family, knowing deep down it was too late already but refusing to believe it. In the end, my own mother pinned me down and made me drink."

I leaned into her, nuzzling at her neck.

She laughed a little at my display. "It's okay, it doesn't bother me now. I struggled and I fought, I was terrified, but… for me it was over quick, and I thanked them for it only shortly after. I know how that sounds, but it's true. I've thought about it a lot since that day, and I think it boils down to this. Maybe… maybe it got inside my head, drove me mad, and made me unable to dislike what had happened… or maybe they were right."

She paused. "Maybe it really was that good, that I only had to try it to be completely convinced, that all the terror was for nothing. Maybe it's not sinister at all, and it's just that much better than everything else. Maybe it's a mix. Maybe there's not any meaningful difference between the two. All I know is, I'd have reacted the same either way, so it doesn't really matter which it was, which it is. Not to me. I'd be happy to help someone else the same way, if it came to that."

She wrapped her arms around me. It felt so nice.

"But I never forgot that fear. It was horrible. A dark blemish on an otherwise happy memory, tainting it forever. I know how you're feeling, Lyle. It gets better."

I kissed her neck. "Thank you."

She rubbed her cheek against the top of my head, her horn scraping mine, sending a thrill through me that brought me back to my own predicament.

"I just- I wish it could be like that for me. I wish it was over, that the fear was gone. I know what I want, what my body is screaming for, but I keep flinching away. I want to be brave, I want to be strong, but I wish I didn't have to. Why do I have to be different? Why couldn't I have been…? Why can't it be easy?"

"I don't know, sweetie," she said, holding me tight, "I don't know. I'm here, though. I'm here for you. I love you, and I'll love you whatever happens."

"Thanks, Amy, that means everything," I mumbled into her shoulder. "I'm… I'm just… I'm really really horny."

"I know, babe, I can, uh… smell you. I have a pretty good nose. Also, you're matting my fur a little." So I was. A little might honestly be an understatement. "Are you still scared?"

"Yeah. A lot. But… I want to do this, I need to. I don't want to keep putting it off, waiting until I lose control of myself and just… going on instinct."

"Mmmm…" she nodded. "We'll have to be quiet, unless we want to scare Charlotte."

I rocked my hips. "Yeah… I'm worried about that too. But we can talk about it later."

I met her eyes, and I saw that same hunger in her that I felt in me.

Fuck it feels good to be wanted.

I rubbed my chest against hers, my bra disappearing and my nipples catching against her sweater.

"A-aaah~" she moaned, "Lyle~"

"It's been a while since I milked you, hasn't it Amy?" I asked.

"Y-yeah… I'm f-f-fullllll," she whimpered.

"That's not good," I whispered, "have you been saving yourself for me?"

"Husband, husband, husband," she murmured.

"Take off your clothes, Amy." She all but ripped off her sweater, eagerly squirming to remove it while staying as close to me as possible, and once she free herself, started on her cow-printed bra.

"No," She looked at me, stricken, "let me."

I place my hand on her chest and her eyes rolled back in her head, her back arching as her hips rocked into mine.

"Lyle, Lyle, Lyle," she babbled, breathlessly, her hands working down to her skirt and panites both, but with much less precision than she'd had removing her sweater a moment a go, if just as eagerly.

I lovingly slid my hands under the fabric, pulling it up and away with the same motion that pressed my fingers more firmly into her tits.

Her hands stopped working at her clothes, halfway down her knees, and flew up to caress my own hands. Good enough. I didn't really have an amazing idea of how this worked exactly, between two ladies, but I figured with a tentacle or two, I could fudge it for now.

A bit of myself pooling behind her undid the clasp, and her bra pulled free. I flung it aside, pieces of me flowing up from my waist, questing towards her ass, her pussy, both at once, and the tendrils pierced her just as I kissed her on the mouth. My tongue slid around inside her mouth like jelly, and I had to fight the urge to press in deeper, take her completely, surround her and clean her all over. She hadn't signed up for that, I argued to myself. I'd talk to her about it later.

Milk began to leak from her, and I panicked at the thought of missing a drop, briefly losing cohesion, reforming again near-instantly, but with her legs entirely coated with myself, flowing through her fur, scouring for anything that had gotten caught up in it. It was a-amazing. The dirt, the grime, it was all horribly delicious, and I couldn't hold back from cleaning her every inch that I already held, though I managed to resist pulling her in further. All the while I continued to thrust and pulse inside her with the tentacles branching out into her body, deeper and deeper.

Yes… deeper. I didn't neglect her tits either, though, didn't forget her milk. My hands had opened up a little mouth each, like the ones I used to speak sometimes when I wasn't thinking, and they sucked at her breasts in tandem. Amy's efforts to fuck me back looked like nothing less than convulsions as she lost control of herself entirely under the ministrations of two of her husband's mouths at once, as well as the one already trying to kiss her senseless on her lips.

She came desperately, her hands pressing mine more firmly against her chest every moment, so much so that I had to work to keep them from collapsing into gooey bliss. She kept humping my tentacles, doing her best to milk me in return, although I couldn't satisfy her like that anymore. The feeling was almost the same, though, and I was barely holding it together. But I felt so empty. How could I cum like this? There was no way, it was impossible!

"Amy, Amy, please, my pussy, please~" She stared at me thoughtlessly for a moment before recognition entered her eyes, and, somewhat reluctantly, her hand trailed down my body, where my waist met the gooey mess that held her fast, and slipped her hand between my thighs. Her fingers quested up against the edges and I was so, so tense. The she slipped her fingers inside.

And the world sang.