Title:           Anon the Lust Demon: Chapter 4
Author:          DisappointmentWriter
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>Be Anonymous.
>Be really empathizing with Anakin Skywalker right now.
>”Eugh, Thand on mah ptongue.”
>That hurt.
>A lot.
>You rip off the burnt remains of your outfit.
>The back seems especially burned.
>You feel the itching sensation as your skin heals, and you limp over to the water.
>You dip your tongue into the water to rid it of sand, and fish downcurrent start fucking.
>Right…
>The aphrodisiac.
>Checking yourself for injuries, everything seems to be healing nicely except the—
>”AAAUUUGHR!”
>Arm.
>It’s snapped into place, so everything’s good.
>Looking around reveals nothing except a long beach and a forest of mangrove trees.
>There’s a faint presence, though.
>You frown as you change.
>Something’s off about this one.
>Before you have a chance to think over it further, you notice the presence is a lot closer than you thought.
>You panic a bit as you try to ‘un-demonify’ your appearance.
>Until the presence bursts through the foliage.
>It has a black, zebra shape, wings, and bright blue eyes.
>Atop its head is some sort of crooked cone shape.
>Is this perhaps a Changeling?
“Oh, hello! What is a mare like you doing out here?”
>He takes the cone off the top of his electric blue mane, which just appears to be some sort of hat.
“My name is Spark, Grounded Spark. And I must say, you are maybe one of the most beautiful mares I’ve ever seen.”
>This is weirding you out.
>Sure he feels DESIRE…
>But it’s tiny!
>And those words just now…
>He wasn’t even trying to get in your pants, that was he meant from the very core of his soul.
>”Oh, thank you, Spark. My name is Anonymous.”
>Telling him your name will have no consequence.
>Very few people actually know it, and they’re pretty far away.
>Plus, you’d be caught in a lie if you didn’t respond to the pseudonym.
>He walks closer and you spot a lightning bolt emblazoned on his flanks.
>That could be important.
>You sneak a look at your left flank…
 
>Horsedick.
>And right seems to be a horsepussy.
>You cover them with your vermillion wings and change them to theater masks.
>You’re pretty glad you had a chance to change.
>If he had seen them, it might as well have been as if you’d reverted back to your demonic form.
>You’re pretty sure the pointy teeth, curved back horns, black sclera and snake pupils would have given poor Spark a heart attack.
>But as Anonymous, the mare with a messy black mane and perfectly preened wings, he couldn’t suspect a thing.
>And now to give him a sob story.
>You rub your fetlock against your eyes.
>”It’s so nice to meet someone nice after the shipwreck…I was lucky to have been blown away before the waterspout hit…”
“Oh, you poor thing! Follow me, I can bring you to the growing town I’m working in.”
>”Thank you very much. Can you tell me about it?”
>Both of you hopped into the mangrove jungle and took care not to trip over the roots.
“Well, it’s still growing, but about 200,000 ponies live there already.”
>You almost tripped, but a flap of your wings brings you back to your hooves.
>That’s practically a city!
“I’m pretty much in charge of leyline setting, so everyone has power. I’m covering for my friend, Trailblazer.”
>You look around and notice little flags nestled between the roots behind you.
>So they have power.
“It’s okay though, I’m way ahead of Leaky Faucet, who needs to set the pipes for us.”
>”I’d like you to lay my pipes.”
>You blurt that out without thinking.
>Shit.
“What?”
>He turns around.
>”I said ‘I’d  like you to tell me more.’”
“Oh, sure!”
>He hops and flaps over a fallen tree and you follow.
“We just finished construction of our first twenty-story building, and we’re still going strong. Of course, we may have more earth ponies than anypony else, but we still have about forty-thousand unicorns!”
>Wait, those beings that Rusty said could also use magic?
 
>You thought you were special!
>He looks at you.
“But there’s only a couple thousands of us pegasi. It’s nice to see we’ll have one more joining us. Too bad your cutie mark isn’t related to weather, we’re a bit short on weather ponies. Doesn’t help that the clouds around here are a bit more feral…”
>Wait, does that mean they can control the weather?
“Of course, the hard work we put into the town is only a part of why it grew so quickly in only twenty-five years. We’re south of Baltimare, and on the prime location for trade between the minotaur tribes of the south, swamp pony nomads of the west, and the dragons across the sea. We give Equestrian gems to the dragons, who give us precious metals, which we trade a portion to the minotaurs, who give us crafted materials, which we give to the swamp ponies, who pass on herbs and medicines.”
>Wew, that exposition.
>And why does ‘Baltimare’ seem like a bad pun of Baltimore?
>But that doesn’t seem like a solid reason to insist on building somewhere where those from this ‘Baltimare’ would only need to travel a bit farther to accomplish the same goal.
>And even then, 200,000?
>”That seems like a great idea, but is there anything more than trade for why there’s such quick growth?”
>Spark nods and smiles.
“You’re pretty sharp! Yeah, some ponies a few years back discovered that there was a high chance of there being high-purity mithril and adamantium veins in the swamp nearby. We’ve found a few small veins while digging the infrastructure, but nothing enough to explain the massive thaumaturgical readings.”
>Mithril and Adamantium?
>“What’re those?”
“Oh, you don’t know? Well, you know how gold is used to conduct mana and works fantastically as a conduit for glyphs and runes?”
>You know too well.
 
“Gold is pretty amazing for that, but mithril absorbs and releases mana under certain conditions, while adamantium is like gold, except a lot harder, and more tuned towards magic. Problem is, it’s super rare, and the dragons that do have it, won’t trade it away for gems because they consider it far more valuable. I’ve heard some brainiacs up in Canterlot have been able to make some very powerful circuits by using adamantium and mithril together.”
>Why do have a bad feeling?
>Like some sort of tingling down your spine?
>Foreshadowing?
>You turn around and spot a mosquito the size of your hoof on your back, trying to puncture your skin.
>Your tail whips up and smooshes it against your back before flicking it off.
>Ew.
>Thank goodness it was just a mosquito.
“Oh, here we are!”
>The forest clears and a city unfolds before you.
>It’s far more alive than any you have seen before.
>Buildings everywhere, and more being constructed as you watch.
>You stare as a horned mare passes by, levitating pallets stacked with bricks behind her.
>A pony without wings or a horn approaches.
“Spark! You got done quickly!”
>His gaze drifts to this and his DESIRE blooms.
>Insignificantly.
>Is this entire species a bunch of monks?
>Grim had DESIRE, but it was pushed down by discipline.
>These guys aren’t even trying.
>But that other guy…
>He had none, and not none like Glasgow, whose DESIRE was broken somehow.
>Aevum had none, and he too was a pony.
>From what you can tell.
“Hello, ma’m. Where are you from?”
“She’s a shipwreck survivor!”
>Is he going to buy it?
“You poor thing! Spark, you’ve covered enough, so you can show her around. And ma’m…Welcome to Mareami.”
>Wait what?
>Isn’t this plagiarism?
>You know what, fine.
>You don’t care.
>Spark leads you deeper downtown as higher buildings surround you.
 
>Mares and stallions alike turn their heads as you walk past them, but the result is the same with them.
>Minimal DESIRE.
“This is Mareami! It’s a really nice place, and I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be a plentiful, populous, pleasant, peaceful, perfect place!”
>If it’s anything like Miami, Spark is going to be sorely mistaken.
>Spark continues to jabber on as you pass by numerous buildings.
>A post office, a bank, a school, and other modern amenities.
>Everything is coherent, street names on every corner and the city itself is set in a grid format.
>There’s even a helpful map every few blocks.
>It’s almost like the civil engineers were sane.
>Or, and this may be blasphemy, not pure evil.
“So where are you from, Anonymous?”
>Oh, shit.
>As fun as it would be to make a horsepun of a real place.
>Neightaly.
>Prance.
>Japony.
>Manehatten.
>That last one’s stupid, though.
>You don’t want to get caught in a lie.
>”I’ve been wandering around a lot. This is actually my first time in Equestria since I was very young.”
>That’s plausible, right?
“Wow! So you’ve seen a lot of the world, huh? Oh look, there’s the hotel!”
>Spark, as ecstatic as ever, gallops to the hotel.
>It’s a little over a dozen floors, looming over the buildings nearby.
>You walk in to see the receptionist and wave as Spark says his goodbyes.
>Shit.
>What type of money do they use?
>”Hi I would like to rent a room for six days, please. No room service.”
“That’ll be sixty bits.”
>”I have gems, is that okay?”
“Honey, you’re lucky this is a trade town. I’ll give you the change.”
>You summon a few of the gems from Chanam and pull them out of your mane.
“Good enough. And here’s the extra twenty-two bits.”
>Dubs.
>You collect your change and the room key, making your way to your room and collapsing on the first real bed since you’d…
>Well, since you’d died.
>”Muuuuuuugh. So comfy.”
 
>You magically close the door and lock it shut.
>So you’ve got space for yourself for six days.
>First things first, check up on your hell.
>You should really come up with a name for that.
>You pull yourself in your dimension.
>A feeling of weightlessness overcomes you, of freedom…
>Because you’re falling.
>A flap of your red wings stops that and you widen your eyes in surprise.
>Little less than a square mile unfolds below you, and a dark sky above you.
>Everything outside that radius is shrouded in fog.
>Grassy plains without trees, only marred by a single white cube in the center and a few moving dots around the cube.
>So this is the difference between three imps and thirty-six demons.
>As you get closer, you pick out the features of your children milling about.
>They notice your presence and stare dumbfounded as you land.
“Lord…Anonymous?”
>Right, they’ve never seen you transform.
>You will yourself back into your original form.
“Of course Lady could shapeshift; she’s the most powerful of us all, after all.”
“No doubt that our Lord is as mighty as she is sexy and kind.”
>Ha.
>’Original’.
>But you’re pretty much used to yourself now.
>Are still even truly Anonymous, the one who did so little in his life that he could be considered a real ‘True Neutral’.
>You’ve accepted yourself as the sexy demon girl who has embroiled herself into mess after mess.
>But you can’t get rid of the idea of your past self.
>Identity issues aside, you seem to have a few more problems on your hands.
>You manifest your suit back on, and you feel it hugging your tight curves.
>”How’s everything going here?”
>Your demons barrage you with the problems they’ve been facing.
>Well, not so much they’ve been facing.
>Like you, they don’t seem to waste mana here, but they can still accumulate DESIRE.
>But the gryphons were hungrier than normal and ate all of the rations.
>They were also forced to burn the wood of the crates for warmth.
 
>There seems to be an invisible wall up high, and the fog simply teleports them to the opposite side of the realm.
>Saw was able to subsist on the grass and has yet to be able to remove himself from the chains.
>The books haven’t been burned for warmth yet, and they found a bunch of hidden packages in a few of the crates.
>Honestly, this is probably going to take a long time to fix.
>”Alright everyone, gather everything into the cube! We’re going to make this place more livable.”
“Thank you, Lord. Haven is meant to be a place where all can be safe, correct?”
>Valentine asks.
>”Haven?”
“Yes, you said this place was a safe haven, so we decided to call it Haven.”
>There’s got to be multiple layers of irony here.
>”Fair enough. This place shall now be referred to as ‘Haven’.”
>You smirk and try not to guffaw out loud.
>The hens follow you and your demons into the cube and as you telekinetically float the books, strange packages, and Saw into a familiar room.
>As you thought, it’s the same room you entered during that necromancer bullcrap.
>You magic up some sofas for everyone to sit on and sit down at the desk.
>Thankfully there’s enough books to distract everyone while you work.
>The screen pops up and you open the app titled ‘OCCULTpants’.
>Interestingly enough there’s a personnel tab to manipulate the bodies of the residents.
>Enlarging, shrinking, erasing, adding body parts…
>But the general tab is more suited to your needs.
>And immediately you see the problem.
>All of the defaults are aimed towards inflicting pain.
>Heat and cold sensitivity is at 250%.
>Hunger at 200%
>Metabolism at 300%
>And so on…
>You start to fix things.
>Sensitivity was set to normal, and although you considered rising libido from 10% to 300%, you leave it at 100%.
 
>You even manipulate the stats so the gryphons wouldn’t need to eat as much, so eating would become something to do than a function to survive.
>And just because you’re nice, you reduced aging to 50%.
>Now that the gryphons can live comfortably, it is time for you to become the very thing you’ve hated.
>A civil engineer.
>You sigh.
>Opening the app ‘ENDvironment’, you start with the simplest thing.
>A holographic projection appears before you and you touch the room you’re in.
>You raise the room you’re in by about a kilometer.
>Everyone cringes at the G’s but they remain calm after you tell them everything’s fine.
>So everything happens in real time?
>Okay, first real thing, now that there’s no obstacles.
>You set up about twenty meters of underground.
>Your demons could survive here easily, but you want to make it comfortable for everyone.
>You smirk.
>Because you intend to bring forth more demons to fight Aevum.
>And gain supporters among the non-demon populace, so a comfortable place for them as well.
>So for carnivores like gryphons, you need a source of food.
>You split the area in two and begin working on the east half.
>A misshapen are taking up the south part is made a forest.
>Except there seems to be something strange.
>…
>Yup, all those trees are poisonous.
>Suicide trees, manchineel, European yew, oleander and hemlock bushes, and all sorts of ivy.
>And apple trees.
>You leave the apple trees and replace the rest with conifers and oaks.
>Luckily there’s a wide variety of non-deadly bushes available, including spices.
>As for water, you drawn in a river splitting into two before going underground and heading back to its source.
>Physics is your bitch here.
>Now comes the tricky part.
>Setting up an ecosystem.
>Thankfully, the hell’s catalogue as filled with creepy crawlies of every category from mollusk to arthropod.
>The trouble’s setting up the next level on the food chain.
 
>You remind yourself to keep a population with a total biomass reducing by 10% by each level.
>But there isn’t a lot of variety.
>You decide to use demon rats, helldeer, mini-kitsune, and abyss wolves.
>You managed to manipulate the rats enough to take on omnivorous tendencies, eating only insects.
>You couldn’t remove literally every disease from them, so you made it that everyone entering Haven would be immune to those diseases.
>Of course, it’s a small forest, so there’s only about a dozen helldeer.
>It’s difficult to get them to keep at such a population, so you made them ageless, and only capable of reproduction when one of them dies.
>Inversely, there’s about fifty kitsune, hunting in three separate packs.
>You set up the same conditions as the deer, but allowed more to be born since they needed to team up to take down a single beefy deer.
>And that’s after you turned off the deer’s affinity to flames.
>Shooting fire out of their antlers is a sure way to get a forest fire.
>Of course, there’s only one apex predator.
>An ageless wolf that’s only strong enough to take down a deer or a pack of kitsune.
>Helps you reduced their strength as well.
>You don’t want any of the gryphons to die, after all.
>Even if they adhere to a strict diet, they might kill one in self-defense otherwise.
>Of course, these conditions apply only in Haven, but you don’t intend to let them out.
>You look at the wolf’s specs and an evil smile grows on your face.
>He’s fast, and he’s got a lot of endurance.
>And his libido is at 500%.
>Your children will know the second they see him.
>You wonder who will be the first to let themselves get ‘raped’ by the wolf.
>You feel yourself getting wet at the thought before concentrating on your duties.
>In the northern part of the east half, you draw in a lake of a euphemistic shape, leaving plenty of space between the more western parts of the forest and the lake.
>And a small island in the middle.
 
>It’s only ten meters deep, but there’s a lot more fauna and flora to put in there.
>Now for the urban part.
>The gryphons need a home, so you open the building design tab.
>And you frown as you realize that just meat isn’t a healthy diet.
>So you decide to use about 300 meters of the north and south of the west side to set up some fields.
>Tomatoes, potatoes, wheat, sugarcane, corn (You heard the leaves were good for cows and equines), basil, garlic, and other herbs were put in.
>They wouldn’t perish, and you didn’t even use preservatives.
>Take that, hippies!
>Fuck you and your carcinogen and GMO fear-mongering!
>So now you’ve got an area that’s 700 by 750 meters.
>To make it accessible, you add a single road down the middle, splitting across the fields.
>Not even pavement or cobblestone, just a smooth stone slab 1.3 kilometers long.
>Main avenue looks pretty.
>An apartment complex is set up, right on top of the road, 100 by 350 meters, ten floors high.
>The road tunnels through it, and you let out a sigh of relief as the rooms within organize themselves accordingly.
>Each floor has four rooms, each with their own balcony with meat hook, modern bathrooms and beds.
>So the seven hens are set up for now, and you even have room for more.
>What else is necessary?
>A general store for furniture, tools, and other stuff.
>June and July, the androgynous twins, seem keen on becoming doctors.
>Or nurses, seeing what they’re wearing.
>Maybe putting that sexy spin on medical officials was a bad idea.
>But…
>A hospital would be a good idea.
>But you have no idea how medicine works.
>All you’ve got is penicillin and bandages.
>So besides the beds and IV’s you set those up.
>For now it’s a glorified first aid building, so you’ve got to get our hands on medical textbooks, pronto.
 
>You place both the general store and the hospital on the west of main avenue, north of the apartments, with ten meters separating each of them from each other.
>They’re both 175 by 100 meters, with the hospital having five floors.
>But your succubus and incubus children don’t need general supplies.
>Fuck it, a sex shop facing the general store works.
>Obviously Valentine and Friday will be in charge of that.
>As for those most suited for working the general store…
>Although they hate being together, Equinox is a warm face for every customer, while Solstice is pessimistic and tenacious enough to keep inventory.
>And out of all of your children, they’re least likely to have a customer walk in on them having sex.
>The gryphons are still prudish after all.
>You’d think that you being gangbanged in front of them a dozen times and then giving birth would cure them of that.
>They even have DESIRE for you, but they’re not accepting that art of themselves.
>Whatever.
>As for other things that could help, Sunday, Wednesday, Saturday, September, and Labor all have the seed of curiosity within them.
>Such a thing should be grown.
>Time to make the biggest building yet!
>175 by 300 meters, 15 stories!
>You’re a bit optimistic about the future population, but hope springs eternal.
>One floor for every year of education, with another two for further education.
>And the fifteenth for roleplay.
>Complete with a massive library at the center, the top floor being soundproofed.
>For roleplay.
>Cater to the population, after all.
>With the remaining space in the northwest, you put in a gym as a tribute to the /fit/izens you left behind.
>And a massive tower, reaching to the upper limits of your realm.
>Suck it Dubai, your tower may be big, but yours was 1.29 km high.
>And 50 meters wide, but physics operates differently here.
>The first thirty floors are reserved for when you get enough of a population to warrant a media, so the tower could also act as a radio tower.
>And everything following that is just a series of empty rooms with a view.
>You’ve still got about 100 meters of space behind the buildings, save the gym.
>So you set up a large storage unit for anything else you might bring back from the outside, and a few pre-fabricated houses for your spawn.
>Nice to see the prefabs under the ‘luxury demon homes’ tab.
>Now the east side…
>Facing the school, you set up a government building shaped like the Capitol.
>25 meters of garden and 100 by 225 meters.
>The dome would represent the executive branch, the northern wing the judiciary, and southern wing, legislative.
>So the dome will lead to a throne room.
>Floors of marble, red silk carpet, various statues of you masturbating or having sex.
>Normal stuff.
>And just because you can, even though it’s only in this world—
>Aww, there’s no adamantium or mithril…
>Whatever, a throne carved out of a giant pearl with rubies and emeralds studded in gold, platinum, onyx and bits of sardonyx.
>That should make it very clear who’s boss.
>For the judiciary branch, it is also a single room, with a hole at crotch level in the judge chair for the accused to plead their case.
>You’re sure that if anybody were watching by now, they’d realize you’re bullshitting.
>After all, the legislative branch is just a filing room.
>And a court is pretty unnecessary, considering you can simply use soulsight to determine the truth.
>It’s pretty much a way for you to get some more action.
>Underneath the judiciary branch is a prison, and underneath the throne room is a perpetual motion machine and the center to all plumbing.
>You do know you can consciously choose what objects can work, when, but setting up an infrastructure is a lot easier in the long run.
>Thursday, Tuesday, March, May, December, and Emancipation really got a kick out of your telling of Gladiator, so you build a colosseum behind the government building.
>A 200-meter square, it has enough space to watch sports, fights, plays, public sex.
>Square because watching someone being railed in a corner is hot.
>What else?
>Right, when one of the hens in the brig started talking to Thanksgiving, Thanks got really into the concept of food.
>Especially bakeries.
>So close to the fields will be a bakery, operated by Thanksgiving.
>Here’s hoping she learns to get over your lack of taste…
>What about milk?
>Your eye wanders to your busty minotaur child.
>How you have breast and ass envy, you don’t know.
>Thanks catches you watching and cups her breasts, sending a jet of milk through her clothes.
>Having only one type of milk wouldn’t exactly bring variety.
>What if…
>You set up a ‘livestock’ pen north of the colosseum.
>Incentive to not lose, else you’d be milked, and if someone pays, bred with.
>There’s a lot of milking machines available to you.
>That’s pretty much everything, right?
>As for money…
>A bank is unnecessary.
>All your demons want is DESIRE.
>But only seven gryphons paying with DESIRE, especially when they’re not ready?
>You hate to admit it, but you have to set up some sort of trade to get others in here so they can pay, spread word of you, and even settle down.
>But you have to lure them with the promise of something.
>You look over to the odd packages.
>Levitating one over, you break it open and find a paper stapled to a tightly wound satchel.
CLASS C TRADABLE ITEM: HALLUCOGENIC/PSYCHOACTIVE DRUG
>What does that mean?
>”Hey, Ferrae? What does this mean?”
>You beckon one of the hens, the de facto leader since they made their decision to join you.
>Also she’s been shagging Valentine.
“That’s an illegal drug in some countries. Well, it WAS illegal in the Empire, but I suppose it’s just illegal in Equestria.”
>You open the satchel and find some cannabis.
>That was underwhelming, but pretty much what it said on the cover.
>You get the other packages and find five more satchels of weed, three of something you can’t identify, two of some other blue thing, sixteen of clear liquid in bottles, three of which are clearly marked ‘POISON’, the rest ‘APHRODISIAC’.
>All forty of the remaining packages contained alcohol.
>This was both enlightening and depressing.
>Ferrae helped you identify everything.
>The various alcohols were class D tradable goods.
>Somewhat limited in some countries, and illegal in others.
>Class C was limited, only for medical purposes in most countries.
>Class B was for things that took away your sense of reason.
>Basically shrooms and aphrodisiac.
>Which is what the blue stuff and that other stuff was.
>The last three bottles are different poisons, in liquid form.
>Deadly or debilitating, they are classified as class A goods.
>Illegal in every country.
>One was liquidized hemlock, which is apparently endangered on this world.
>The last two are ‘unicornbane’ solutions, which robs you of magic and movement for two weeks.
>Equestria has pretty much banned everything here.
>Nothing here is addictive, except maybe marijuana and alcohol if taken enough.
>So you will feel no guilt in involving yourself in this trade, save for the class A goods.
>And you’re pretty sure that this isn’t an ‘evil’ thing to do since apparently Jesus is definitely real and he’s totally okay with people using wine in holy ceremonies.
>Maybe.
>Wasn’t there something about following the laws of the land?
>Well that’s stupid because according to Ferrae, homosexuality was illegal in the Empire.
>Stupid chickens.
>Getting off track!
>Now to set up a trade route…
>You shake yourself.
>You’re getting ahead of yourself.
>You’ve still got a space for crops left.
>Weed can be grown easily, since you could spawn it in through the console.
>But this ‘Blue Moon’ and ‘Sillyfilly’ aren’t things you can work with your console.
>Maybe…
>You concentrate on pure thoughts and will the products to come to life once more.
>In here, it’s actually a bit painful to use holy powers, but you grit through it.
>The leaves shrivel up encase themselves in hard shells.
>You check the console, smiling.
>Blue Moon and Sillyfilly are now there.
>A small part of the crops are put aside for growing the substances.
>You’ll build a distillery when you actually get people settling down here.
>As for the extra space you have in the urban area?
>You pepper some prefabs from the ‘luxury demon homes’ tab across the open spaces.
>One of them catches your eye.
>Super Deluxe Mansion.
>Five bedrooms to the other’s three and one bedrooms.
>Gold plated Jacuzzi.
>Artsy shape.
>…
>Meh.
>There’s not enough space for it but you put it down anyways, encroaching on the plains a bit.  
>That’s fine, since it only takes about ten meters on land until two floors up, where it leans over with glass floors and windows.
>People in the plains would be able to watch the demons fuck each other against the windows.
>But since it’s directly beneath your cube, you suspect the main reason demons will want it will be proximity to you.
>But now…
>You spare a look towards Saw.
>Where can you contain him in all of his masculine glory?
>A devilish idea occurs.
>It all really depends on whether you can manipulate the teleporting fog.
>And according to the console, you can.
>You test it out and mess with the parameters a bit.
>Around a hundred rings with white and black fog are created out of your tests.
>Black side can choose which hole to go make a portal with, white is random, and parameters prevent squelching.
>Obviously, you have to pass these out.
>They are great methods of communication!
>Just think about who you want to talk to, and use the black side!
>…
>The fact it’s large enough for an arm to fit through is for other reasons.
>Namely, incognito sex.
>You’re going to keep a dozen for yourself, and then pass them out.
>Now for another application!
>You set up a thirty by thirty square of square of fog in a part of the forest where there are no animals.
>Making the fog dense enough that nobody can see through it.
>And above the trees in height.
>Now anything that tries to go in by land teleports to the other side.
>And anything that tries to get out…
>Can’t.
>Now to mess with Saw.
>You pause a moment when you’re about to manipulate him on OCCULTpant.
>Do you really have a right to condemn him to this?
>Sure, through all that hunky muscle and titanic dick, he’s an asshole and brute through and through…
>But doing this to him seems like a bit much.
>You look at Saw in chains.
>It’s sort of pathetic.
>You look at him with soulsight.
>No regret.
>Is he too stupid for that?
>No, he just has the simple idea that might equals right.
>He definitely wants to rape all the females in this room.
>You most of all.
>You can see what he wants to do to you.
>You lick your lips.
>Your own lewd hole is wanting.
>You can do without all the blood though.
>He’s incorrigible.
>You sigh.
>Seems like he won’t change.
>And with a flick of your finger, the parameters are set.
>He is now ageless.
>His hunger is set to the minimal so he can survive by grazing every hundred days.
>His lust has been maximized, but a mental block has been put in where he can’t masturbate.
>And worst of all:
>In an hour, his short-term memory will reset every twenty-four hours.
>He will forever wander the fog, ignorant of the time passing.
>And he will rape anybody that enters his pen.
>Of course the only ones entering his pen will be looking for that.
>Your perfect husbando is ready.
>You lick your lips and giggle in excitement.
 
>All that’s left is to remodel your own floating place.
>You sit up and explain what you’ve done to the others.
>Except for the Saw thing.
>You’ll pull Thanks to the side for her opinion on her father’s situation later.
>As you talk, you pass out the gloryfogs without explanation.
>You even pass them to the hens.
>Stepping outside you realize you forgot two very important things.
>Stairs.
>And the sun.
>You rush back inside and correct that.
>Going once again for irony, you get yourself ethereal rainbow stairs that descend in front of the court.
>And you summon a sun to move in 24 hour (or inception) cycles.
>The gryphons leave first, eyes brimming in happiness at the prospect of their own homes.
>After your children are done praising your sun, they too, start to descend.
“Lady Anonymous, thank you for doing all of this. You truly are magnanimous.”
>Where do they learn these big words?
>”It was only my duty as a lord and a mother.”
>Did that just come out of your mouth?
>Well, you did mean it.
>”If you need anything, just tell me.”
>You hug him.
>But you feel a length hardening against your thigh.
>You give him a coy smile and get on your knees.
>At this point, your demons have put themselves in an orderly line.
>After a line of oral pleasuring, you wipe your mouth and shed your now-white clothes.
>They dissipate into the air and the various fluids splotch onto the ground.
>All of your demons are at the bottom, starting to get into the swing of things.
>You smile at the thought of a new civilization blooming beneath your feet.
>All the buildings have power, water, and amenities.
>You even snuck in some fake sewers with chains for those who are into dark, claustrophobic places.
>Although you doubt anybody from this generation would like it as much.
>Unless it’s for the nostalgia factor.
>Only 90’s demons understand.
>You spawn in a black sports bra and short shorts.
>For some reason, although you’re completely fine with running about naked so the entire world can see you in all of your glory…
>Clothes that make you look sexy make you happy.
>Is this a woman thing or a demon thing?
>You put those thoughts aside and walk back towards a growling Saw.
>You giggle and sit your plumb ass on his snout.
>”What am I going to do to you, Saw? You’re an asshole, but I love you in my asshole…Now that I think about it, this explains my high school’s general dating system pretty well.”
>You feel his nostrils rising and taking in the scent of your pussy, and you rub yourself against him.
>Pleasing your spawn has left you wanting, but you still have duties to do.
>You pick him up by the chains and unfurl your wings.
>A short journey later, you dump him in his own little pen and break the chains.
>”Woah!”
>He tries to swipe at you, but you’re too fast.
>You flap your wings until you’re midway up the fog.
>He growls and jumps, but doesn’t reach you.
>There aren’t even any branches he can grab onto that could support his weight.
>”I’ll be back, honey! Maybe our daughter will come visit you. She’s lucky enough to get the chance to overcome her sire, after all.”
>You cackle and fly away as Saw bellows in anger.
>An now for renovations.
>You sit down at the console once more and—
>At this point you’d have a bag of chips and a drink, but you can’t eat those now.
>You add a not on the computer.
Figure out how to make chips out of sexual fluids. And get the livestock factory working, I want a drink.
>Okay, now you can start building Casa del Anonymous.
>A floating cube is pretty boring, and a cloud is too cliché.
>So a floating rectangular island is made.
>And the building itself…
>Is a pantheon too much?
>Actually that would be too boring.
 
>The pantheon itself is made of pure white marble, with a slight luminescent effect.
>And the columns supporting it are all copper versions of yourself, symmetrically posing.
>From center to outer, there is:
>Human you, smiling brazenly, as you hold the roof with one hand and use the other to cover your breasts as your tail twines around you and hides your nethers.
>Minotaur you, posturing your ass out as you look over your shoulder, lifting the roof with both arms.
>Zebra you, sitting on your haunches and holding up the roof with your muzzle.
>Gryphon you, lifting the ceiling with two outspread wings, a predatory glint in your aged copper eyes as you prepare to pounce.
>Finally, pony you has her horns holding up the edge as you pose, kicking the air.
>Although, at first glance, this is just another monument to your arrogance, you know enough about how most countries are built and maintained on the illusion of security and power.
>Even if your power over your demons is a lot more concrete than that of a politician and his people, this isn’t just for your demons.
>This is for the gryphons and any others like them.
>You have to appear as some sort of all-powerful being to secure both the safety of your demons and the sense of well-being among immigrants.
>Sure, you look like a bitch doing this, but it works.
>Machiavelli made a few good points.
>But you hope you won’t have to rely on the other stuff he’s said.
>Back to the house!
>The inside is massive, considering it’s only for one person.
>You don’t exactly need a kitchen.
>Yet.
>But there are a few rooms you do need.
>The entrance leads into the foyer, complete with two fire places and an elevated path leading to a set of stairs.
>The elevated path separates the room, which has a fur carpet and a lot of big pillows covering it.
 
>On the left of the staircase is a door that leads to a sauna, with a massive Jacuzzi.
>On the right of the stairs is another door that leads to your bedroom, with an equally massive bed.
>The closet in your bedroom leads into the sex chambers.
>Well, the original sex chambers.
>The one with all the toys.
>And the room the staircase leads to is the room you’re currently in, the computer room.
>You lean back and beam.
>Done.
>But what happens when you get more demons?
>You frown at the thought of doing this over and over.
>Sighing, you resign yourself to it.
>You turn on the observer app to see how stuff is going outside.
>Rotating the camera, you see it’s night.
>You check outside your own house and sigh in relief as the sun starts to set.
>It’s close to being synchronized.
>It’s all—
>There’s an orb in front of you.
>What?
>You pick it up and move it around.
>It floats above your hand, but stays with it as you move it around.
>It emits a dull rust-red light, and seems to have a flickering bit on top.
>It’s like an orb of fire…
“CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR FIRST SOUL!”
>”GAAAH!”
>You fall out of your seat in surprise, peaking your head at the sight of a laughing Prince of Darkness on your screen.
>You scowl.
>This asshole.
“Before you get your pussy in a tussy, or panic your tits to bits, this is a recording. I don’t know if you’d gotten any others yet, but you’ll soon find out I left about a dozen of them.”
>Nice warning, asshat.
“Anyways, congrats on your first soul. Knowing how non-aggressive you used to be, I guess you must have gotten it by accident or after you made a contract or something. But don’t worry.”
>He gets real close to the camera.
“Soon, you’ll be chomping at the bit to get more of these babies. Then, you’ll probably do things my way and rip the souls out of any mortal you meet.”
 
>Hoh boy.
“If you want to use it, you’ll have to stick your dick in it.”
>Lol wat.
>Lucy, or whoever designed this weird system has got to seriously come up with different methods of doing things.
>Although you have nobody to use the DESIRE to change you nearby, you can pull some DESIRE from your succubi.
“Real demons do it like that. But since you’re probably still a prude—“
>You’re not.
“Penises aren’t necessary, you can just stick your finger in it.”
>Alright, thank goodness.
>In all honesty, you’re a bit thankful this isn’t completely sexual.
>Dicks and pussies just get a bit repetitive if that’s all demons deal with.
>Touching the soul, memories dance in your head.
>Rusty.
>Underpaying Venture seems to be the cause of this.
>Maybe you should have been more clear about the consequences.
“Pretty girl, the party’s just getting started! You can pinch out certain experiences out of the soul and make them your own. It’s how I learned programming from Jobs. Just grab ‘em and push them into your head.”
>That…explains a lot.
>Observing the soul, you pick out Rusty’s skills in navigation, weapons, finances, and surprisingly enough, knitting.
>Rusty’s experiences rush into yourself, and you suddenly /know/ how to do all of those things.
>Understandably, it makes things pretty easy, but you won’t really be going crazy for them.
>No way that’s it, right?
 
“Of course that’s only the first part. You get a massive boost in power from consuming the soul whole. It doesn’t matter from where.”
>You’re feeling a bit of trepidation, but you don’t really know what to do with the soul.
>So you do what he says and swallow the soul whole.
“For powerful demons like Fallen and Archdemons, they can consume the soul without any repercussions. Unless they want them of course.”
>What does he mean by that?
>A sharp pain hits your gut as energy flows through you.
>You cringe at the pain but stay still.
>That’s quite a lot of power…
>A lot…
>Too much!
>The energy that’s spread throughout your body sets in, but a good portion remains in your gut.
>Something starts to materialize.
“You know why Lust Demons are my favorite? Other than the facts that they’re sluts willing to fuck anyone in hell and fantastic spies? When you stick a soul inside a War Demon, shattered or not, they release the excess soul energy in a mighty beam of power. But Lust Demons who eat broken souls end up using that extra shattered soul force to make something new. These unholy abominations are called ‘shoggoths.’ What I usually do is set up a breeding pen with the Lust Demons and give them their own souls to nurture, day after day. If they’re lucky, they get to keep their babies long enough to get impregnated with Lesser Shoggoths.”
>He tricked you.
>You grit your teeth in anger and pain as the heat within begins to settle down.
>A small baby bump forms on your abdomen.
>Well, that doesn’t seem too bad.
>As if reading your thoughts, the Devil smiles.
“Don’t worry, this birth actually takes time to come to term. About an Earth day. And now for the final bonus!”
>He claps his hands and smiles.
“There’s a body out there, living, breathing as any other. But with no will of its own. You have to command it or take control directly. Just concentrate on those experiences you took and you’ll be off! Toodles!”
>The screen cuts out.
>You grumble in your chair, patting your belly.
>From now on, you’ll take notes instead of doing what the recording says immediately.
>You’re a bit scared, but you take Satan’s advice and concentrate on the soul energy.
>Your consciousness is split and you’re seeing through someone else’s eyes.
>Be a girl in a guy’s body.
>Or just be Anonymous possessing Rusty.
>You’re staring at a bunch of papers with numbers.
>Apparently, you took his soul the second he wrote down a single portion of the finances for Venture.
>Normally, as quartermaster and first mate, Venture would be getting two shares.
>Poor sap.
>You manage to use soulsight, but using magic to summon a tiny flame sends waves of darkness through Rusty’s body.
>Okay, so demon magic corrupts.
>A glance in a mirror shows that Rusty’s normal golden eyes have been replaced by your own.
>You look over the maps and see Rusty was trying to get somewhere.
>A foreign memory surfaces.
>Nancy’s Tavern.
>It originally started as a tavern-ship that drifted in the winds, a sort of refuge amongst pirates.
>But it grew gradually over time, accumulating balloons and runes to keep it afloat as it grew in size.
>Now it’s a massive island made of scavenged and scuttled ship parts, floating about, a tightly kept secret among pirates, smugglers, mercenaries, and other ne’er do well’s.
>Of course there are a bunch of rules for this security, which they all respect out of necessity.
>No killing outside of duels.
>No stealing except through trade and gambling.
>No raping or abducting.
>And all property of the island ship belongs to the island ship, so destroying any part of it is a massive offense.
>If someone is suspected of breaking the code, they’re put on trial, with zebra shamans residing.
>First-time lawbreakers have a limb cut off.
>Second-timers, their heads.
 
>So Rusty was heading over there to trade and possibly exchange information.
>He was probably going to report his findings on you and Claw’s actions.
>Apparently, even pirates have a code, and what Claw did was bring too much heat on pirates in general.
>If he had continued what Aevum Sisto told him to do, he would have had a price on his head from both Equestria and its allies as well as the pirate kings.
>Unless Aevum has his own people on the inside.
>You frown.
>Better check it out.
>A knock at the door.
>You sit back down, and with a wave of your wings, the candles near you are extinguished, shrouding you in darkness.
>”Come in.”
>Venture walks in, but seems a bit cautious when he sees how dark it is.
“I did as I was told boss.”
>”That’s good.”
>Venture is taken aback.
“You don’t doubt me? Not even going to ask their condition?”
>”I’ve got a hunch you followed through.”
>You use this opportunity to make an in-depth analysis of his character.
>Hmm.
>”We’re heading over to Nancy’s Tavern. And I’m starting to feel a bit tired of the life.”
“Sir?”
>”You’re a fine quartermaster, Venture. And you’ll be a fine captain. But I need money if I want to start an easy life on Nancy’s. And I see way we can both profit from this.”
>Venture is surprised but sits down in the chair in front of the desk.
>”I want to sell you the two ships. Ol’ “Rustbucket” and the “Sword of Virtue.” But it’ll cost you.”
“That’s fine, sir.”
>”Perfect, let’s draw up a contract.”
>You pull out a quill and a scroll from a drawer.
>”Here we are: ‘In exchange for command over Rusty’s two ships and crew, Venture will leave ten portions for the other party. The contractor cedes half of the traditional four portions when a captain retires in exchange for silence regarding the individual known as Anonymous. This contract will be put into effect once docked at Nancy’s Tavern.”
>Venture frowns as you sign.
 
“Strange bit, that last one, but I guess you have plans for her?”
>He can see your smile in the dark.
>”More than you know. Will you sign?”
>Venture is discomforted, but he shrugs and leans down to sign, then squints.
“I guess she rubbed off on you about contracts. Can you get me a light, it’s hard to see?”
>You smirk and lift up a thumb above his head and summon a flame upon it.
“Thank you, that’s perfect.”
>He signs.
>Just as a smile brightens up his muzzle, you see a question arise.
>He looks up and sees the flame on your thumb.
>His gaze drifts to your demonic eyes.
>His own eyes widen in horror.
“S-sir? What’s wrong with your eyes? And since when could you learn magic?”
>He laughs nervously.
>It’s obvious he’s put two and two together, but he’s in denial.
>”Rusty did not fulfill his part of the contract, so his soul was forfeit.”
>Venture uneasily got out of the chair and backed up.
>”Hopefully, everyone will keep their words this time.”
>You grin and hold up the contract both of you had just signed.
>Venture shudders and his eyes shrink to pinpricks.
>Being the smart pirate that he is, he stands up straight and salutes.
“No need to worry about that, sir, erm…ma’m. Captain.”
>You chuckle and turn off the fire in your talons.
>”I’m going to be making an announcement at sunset. Make sure all hands are on deck.”
>Venture salutes, awkwardly bows, salutes again and walks out the door at a slightly faster than leisurely pace.
>You let out a breath and stash the contract away.
>You didn’t feel any influx of magic when you drafted it, so you doubt that there’d be any consequences if Venture broke his promise.
>Your bluff worked, and you managed to not only get some funds to start up in Nancy’s Tavern, but you also got a captain who thinks that you’re holding him by the balls.
>He’ll try to convince the crew not to talk about you to be sure, since he’s seen the consequences first hand.
>But for now, you’ve got a mission on Nancy’s Tavern.
>Investigate how deep Aevum’s influence is.
>And spread your own.
>You’ll arrive in a couple hours, and the sun is about to set.
>As the sun sets in the west, you get out of your cabin and sit on the captain’s deck with the sun behind you so they can’t see your eyes clearly.
>A sizable crowd is gathered, from the lowly cabin boys and ship prostitutes to the crew’s shaman doctor and your direct subordinates.
>They’re silent as they watch you, and you decide to jump right into it.
>”My fellow shipmates, we’ve had quite a few adventures together. But there’s a time when you have to fold your hand. We’ve been on a pretty lucky streak, and I’ve saved enough of my personal fortune so that I could start a more legitimate trade.”
>There’s some grumbling about ‘legitimate’.
>”So I’ve decided to set up shop in Nancy’s Tavern, dealing in drugs and whores.”
>The crew laughs.
>”These have been the best few years for your Captain, and all he wants to do now is wake up some morning with his dick in somebody’s mouth.”
>The prostitutes in the crowd holler.
>”Venture will be taking over for me. I’m sure you’ve all witnessed his abilities.”
“Hold up!”
>A minotaur steps forward.
“Venture’s been absent for the past few days, and he hasn’t even been personally challenged for his position in nearly a year! I want to replace him.”
>Of course.
>You shrug.
>”You can challenge him if you’d like.”
>The crew is surprised and they start talking.
>The minotaur, who had more to say, closed his mouth and smirked.
>Venture himself is stoic, but you can tell he knows you’re up to something.
>”But…”
>The crew silences themselves.
>”The terms are unequal. If you win, you’ll probably throw him overboard to secure your position as captain. If he wins, all you lose is your pride.”
>The minotaur’s smirk falls.
 
>You didn’t even need soulsight to read this schmuck.
>”So if you lose, there will be a penalty. I seriously want to start a business, and seem like fine material as a male prostitute. I can assure you, the ladies will pay well, and all of your money for the next ten years will have to go to me.”
>The crew chuckles as a few females among the crew nod, and prostitutes eye him.
>The bull nervously backs down.
>”If that’ll be all, I’ll be in my cabin. Hopefully, by the time you guys are done with your next outing, you can visit my shop. I’ll give you a discount.”
>The crew cheers, none the wiser.
>Venture nods and shivers when you give him a glance.
>Back in your own body, you’re tapping at the console, reading through WikiHell.
>You need to somehow establish a trade route from Haven to somewhere else.
>Thankfully, you remember what Satan said what seems like forever ago.
>It’s possible to create portals between planes.
>The ideal solution would be to create two, one in Equestria, and the other on Nancy’s Tavern.
>Get a general flow.
>Hopefully nobody in green power armor powers through.
>You’re quite fond of not being RIPPED and TORN!
>Turns out, it’s pretty fucking complicated.
>There’s a lot of math involved.
>You’re not very good at math.
>Shouldn’t demons naturally be good at math?
>No, that’s vampires.
>Sure, you may have finances down, but that’s just simple division.
>To create a portal, you have to go through a lot of trigonometry, algebra, and lawyer-talk.
>You close your eyes and rub your head.
>Your breasts are aching too.
>Your grab your tit and squeeze, trying to massage the pain out.
>A wet spot spreads across your sports bra.
>You look down in surprise.
>Your baby bump has grown again.
>You rub your abdomen and purr.
 
>You know that what comes out will be some sort of abomination…
>But the idea that you’re carrying life that will fuck you fills you with some sort of motherly affection.
>You force yourself to concentrate.
>From the top.
>So you need obsidian, iron, and cobalt.
>You would prefer potassium and sulfer, but you can’t exactly buy them at all.
>Alternatively, a lot of radioactive metals, but that’s both very hard to find, and hard to buy.
>Also a major no-no for non-demons.
>Typically speaking, there’s a lot more work into making a portal to Haven.
>Portal always faces south, because of stupid cardinal directions.
>So if you plan to make a portal on Nancy’s Tavern, you’ll need to make a giant compass.
>It has to be under a full moon, which is no problem.
>Every night is a full moon here.
>There’s even some angry looking mare shadow up there.
>You’re sure that’s not relevant.
>The gate itself has to be a perfect circle of obsidian, iron, and cobalt.
>And there has to be a perfect line of ‘x’ around the portal.
>According to WikiHell, ‘x’ is ‘the qualities which resonate with the realm’s current attribute.’
>And since using demons is not allowed…
>You’re going to have to hire a lot of prostitutes.
>And finally…
>Virgin sacrifices.
>Multiples of three, multiples of six preferred.
>That’s literally all it says.
>But…
>That goes against everything you believe in.
>…
>Well, yeah, killing is very, very bad.
>But letting someone die a virgin?
>Or even leaving someone a virgin?
>No.
>You’ll have to find a loophole.
>Now to calculate everything you need.
>Thankfully, you find the calculator, hidden under layers of folders.
>So…
>You groan.
>To create this 4 meter ring, you’ll need a lot of money.
>18.49 tons of iron.
>20.92 tons of cobalt.
>6.11 tons of obsidian.
>And that’s not counting the 31.5 meters of whores you need to buy.
>You thump your head against your desk.
 
>And the giant compass you need to construct.
>Thump again.
>You have the products to make the money…
>But they’re in Haven, not out there.
>And unless you do this, the only way you could get trade would be to go there personally.
>Which isn’t exactly automatic.
>How is Rusty’s body going to get the products?
>You grind your teeth.
>You need money to create a portal to get more money to lure people in for DESIRE so you can get more powerful so you can defeat Aevum before he does something everyone regrets.
THUMP!
>Are you in a RPG?
>Maybe if you turn Rusty into an incubus husk…
>No, that may raise a few questions.
>Building a brothel would be a good way to make money.
>But the whore need their money.
>And the ones that don’t are in Haven.
THUMP! THUMP!
>”Eugh. I need to get my mind off this shit.”
>One of the fogholes starts buzzing before a limp human dick pushes through it.
>”Speak of the me.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lewd~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>You pick up the ring and trail your finger across the dick.
>It shudders and starts to grow.
>The dick is hard, and you lick at it slowly, enjoying it like one would a lollipop.
>You’re de-stressing as your tongue flicks the glans.
>Pre runs down the length and you begin to mess with your options more.
>And another foghole buzzes.
>This time a curious feminine claw pokes through, before it is retracted.
>DESIRE leaks through, informing you that it’s one of the hens.
>You grin and leave them at their anonymity.
>But their DESIRE is growing stronger.
>All the sex in the brig must have changed their views on sexuality a bit.
>Her DESIRE changes you, and your own rigid cock grows from your loins.
>You shove your dick through the hole and the DESIRE increases.
>You smile as you stick the tip of the dick in your mouth and rub the length with your free hand.
>There’s a long pause before you feel your cock moving around and a long tongue snaking around it.
 
>They must have been curious the use of the fogholes about then because the others started to buzz as well.
>Confession time!
>The first ‘anonymous’ use would be for Anonymous.
>So you.
>You honestly thought they wouldn’t all use it at the same time.
>Giggling in excitement through the dick in your mouth, you begin to levitate the other rings.
>Lengths of all shapes and sizes pop out as your pussy quivers.
>You stand out of your chair and grab two human dicks and start jacking them off.
>You’re already deepthroating the first dick, levitating it in and out of your slutty mouth.
>One more is levitated between your two milky breasts, and you paizuri that gryphon cock like there’s no tomorrow.
>A minotaur dick is shoved into your tight pucker, another is jacked off by your tail.
>You moan through the dick as two zebra rods are stuffed into your wet cunt.
>You’re forced to get creative with the last two human dicks and rub them against your milky nipples.
>So you’re standing up, making slutty faces as you’re fucking yourself from all directions.
>The licking on your dick stops and you moan in pleasure when you feel it being shoved into the hen’s sopping pussy.
>You’re unconsciously thrusting into the hole, tandem increasing.
>Your lips tighten on their cocks as they start being thrusted into you faster and faster.
>The dicks against your nipples find purchase as your streams of milk widen with each thrust.
>Until they enter.
>”MMMMGmmmm~!”
>You pause, only for them to take the initiative and start fucking your tits.
>The rhythm increases, each of your tits slapping against you.
>The feeling them of filling your milk-laden boobs is indescribable, yet pleasurable.
>You feel a splash of cum on your ass, your tail having finished off that dick, and a signal for the deluge to come.
>The trembling cocks in your hands finally erupt, washing you in semen.
 
>Your cheeks bulge as a storm of cum overflows from your mouth and onto your chin, only for the one between your tits to blow its load all over your face.
>These ejaculations make you tighten your holes, and the length in your ass follows suit, a spary of cum streaming from the hole.
>The zebra dicks inside you could drown the baby in more baby-batter, but it just drinks it in, expanding your belly to obvious pregnancy.
>Cum flows down your basketball-sized abdomen and the dicks in your nipples finally cum.
>Your own breasts swell before jets of semen spurt out.
>You let out a few heavy breasts of satisfaction and unleash your own load into the hen, whining in pleasure once again.
>The dicks go back whence they came, and you pull out as an idea strikes you.
>You look down to your own retracting cock and smile.
>Two, actually.
>Amazing how sex just solves all of your problems.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End Lewd~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>Be Rusty.
>Or Anon in Rusty’s soulless husk.
>You’re sneaking off the ‘Sword of Virtue’ with all of Rusty’s loot.
>Hiding in a cloak, you carry a big bag over your shoulders.
>It looks like a lot, but not enough for what you need.
>First you need a base of operations, hopefully in the red lights district.
>You chuckle as you head over there, not meeting eyes with all the other suspicious characters in cloaks.
>Sneakily, you get to the district on the starboard bow of Nancy’s Tavern.
>There’s a derelict building there, with an old zebra in purple overalls is sweeping out.
>”Hey, old-timer. This building for sale?”
>The zebra looks up and lifts his big fuzzy hat over his head.
“Yup. I used to pimp here, but prostitutes age and so do tastes, sonny.”
>You’re lucky that buying a building is based on an honor system.
>There’s no long discussions or contracts, because the building is the island’s.
>The money exchanged is simply a tradition, money earned for money paid on the building, leading back to the price it cost to make it in the first place.
>And if someone tries to sell a part of the island that isn’t theirs…
>There are no second chances.
>Just goes to show whoever’s in charge views the island as more valuable than the people who occupy it.
>So with a simple exchanging of goods, you’ve got your base on Nancy’s Tavern.
>You get the key and take a look inside.
>The first floor is simple enough.
>Reception desk and a few closed rooms.
>You paid extra to keep the furniture, so everything’s pretty much the same.
>Tacky.
>But very clean.
>The second floor is the same, except the rooms have more accessories.
>Sex swings, poles, bondage equipment…
>Third floor seems like living quarters, well kept, but a bit dusty and a lot less tacky.
>There’s also an office connected to a spartan bedroom.
>But the basement is what gets you.
 
>One massive room, which seems to have been made with storage in mind.
>It’s long since been cleared out, so there’s enough space to set up the portal.
>Smiling, you use a claw to draw the rough measurements in the floor.
>You spent half of your loot on this place, but you need to make more.
>Which is where your ‘eureka!’ comes in.
>You manipulated the odds with your fogholes, so why don’t you do the same with other things?
>Like gambling?
>Since you can use soulsight, which only zebra shamans can do, you’ve got a massive advantage.
>You lock the doors and rush out with a lighter bag towards the gambling district.
>Rusty was smart enough to avoid the place, but he knew where it is.
>As soon as you walk in, the red lights from the enchanted lamps shift to blue, and gambling is everywhere.
>Beggars are gambling for scraps, whores for marks, addicts for drugs, stalkers for information, and the richest, for properties.
>This is where lady Luck either rules with a fickle fist, or is bound, gagged, and fucked in a dirty alley.
>Cheating is only wrong if they get caught.
>Then that cheating quickly becomes ‘stealing’.
>You spot a lot of people with missing arms or forelegs.
>And according to your soulsight, a lot of them are still cheating.
>You hide a smile and nab a pair of sunglasses in a trashcan outside of a casino.
>No demon eyes, no problem.
>You step in line behind a zebra into a casino.
>The line moves steadily until you’re nearly at the door.
>The bouncer stops the zebra and points him to a separate line with other zebras, where they’re being stared at by another zebra, in shamanistic garb.
>The bouncer waves you in and you immediately get to the desk to turn everything you have into chips.
>From then on, it’s easy.
>You head over to poker tables and manage to fuck everyone over.
 
>Betting low on hands (claws? Hooves?) you lose purposefully and betting everything to either bluff your opponents into folding or betting higher when they thought they had a better hand ends up with a lot of chips on your side.
>A lot of this is based on reading your opponents, and with soulsight, you might as well get the whole biography.
>You move from table to table, each of which the stakes are higher.
>You manage, by some luck, to amass about ten million in winnings.
>But your movements seem really sluggish as time passes.
>And you’re feeling weak.
>And it’s getting harder to use soulsight.
>Have you been poisoned?
>Ridiculous, your demon physiology—
>Right.
>Not your body.
>Which means you actually have to take care of it.
>Now that you’re a bit more aware, you notice some of the staff have got their eyes on you.
>Now’s a time as any to cash in.
>You fold and take your winnings to the counter.
>The receptionist has her eyes on you, but she passes over your sack of money.
>You check the bag and find ten platinum coins, about a dozen gold coins, and a smattering of silver coins.
“Thank you for your patronage, Mr…?”
>Can’t they be less obvious?
>”Rumpelstiltskin.”
>Her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes, but you look too tired to lie, so she believes you.
>You leisurely walk out…
>Before bolting like a cat out of hell, flying in the skies, stretching the limits of that body.
>Your soulsight confirms that some people were following you, but you manage to lose them by hiding down a chimney.
>Ho ho ho.
>Once the coast is clear, you turn back towards the red light district and lock yourself in, taking advantage of the five locks, before collapsing on your bed.
>Sleep overcomes you.
>It feels…nice.
>And back in your own body.
>You’re still on the computer, reading through entries on WikiHell.
>There is so much information.
>Clauses and rules and limitations.
>No wonder heroes always have a lot of time to stop the big bad.
>Of course, you bet the inverse is true as well.
>Divine intervention can only go so far and Deus Ex Machina doesn’t apply to real life as much as you’d like.
>But as for these rules…
>They’re made to be used and sometimes, exploited.
>Which is why you’re looking over the demon summoning circles.
>Apparently, from where you are, you can determine what the summoning circles look like.
>But again, there’s a bunch of rules.
>But they’re mostly in place to protect you.
>As much as you’d like to follow the recommended settings, nobody really knows about you or your demons.
>And the best way to get DESIRE is through others knowledge of you.
>So instead of the needlessly complicated summoning ritual that would make it even harder for people to do it in secret…
>You give it a basic shape and conditions.
>There’s another reason you need to do this.
>You need demon blood to activate the door.
>And you’d prefer to use yours.
>So you’ll summon an imp as Rusty to give yourself a vial of your own blood.
>You lean back and sigh.
>But if you make a vial here, it’ll just disappear once the imp ends up outside.
>Only direct byproducts of its inhabitants can leave.
>And from what you can tell, DESIRE is being drained from you slowly to make the life your console brought into being more ‘real’.
>So you’re stuck here until everything stabilizes.
>Or until you give birth, whatever comes last.
>You pat your beach-ball sized abdomen and coo.
>You’re feeling horny at the sight of yourself, leaking from your nipples and snatch.
>But not now.
>There’s still a lot of work to be done.
>You levitate one of your extra Chanam gems to you and start scratching at it with a fingernail.
 
>Ruby doesn’t stand a chance to demon fingernails.
>You make sure to collect the dust as you carve the vial.
>…
>This going to take some time.
>You wake up.
>It’s odd that you were asleep and awake at the same time.
>But it’s been eight hours and you’re only halfway done with the second ruby vial.
>So now you’re a lot less bored, walking around the streets of Nancy’s, sunglasses on your face as the late morning breeze carries in the smell of the sea below.
>So while the hotter you is agonizing on vial plugs, the other is happily eating a skewer.
>Best part?
>You can actually taste it!
>You moan, almost lewdly, as you stuff more meat in your mouth.
>People are giving you strange looks, except for a few weary gryphons who haven’t tasted meat for days.
>You stuff that meat down your gullet and make your way to the trading district.
*Dling-dling*
>Amazing how some things that were so familiar back when you were human could now elicit such joy.
>There’s the clicking of abacuses, and the scribbling of feathers on parchment as species ranging from gryphons to a few sparse ponies work in the hubbub.
“Hello!”
>A minotaur in a maroon suit, black tie, and monocle strides over to you.
>You immediately decide he’s a good person because you like his style.
>Except he wears too much red.
>You’re not one to talk, considering.
>But green is best color.
>”Howdy! This is Buff Bill’s trading house?”
“You got that right!” The minotaur says as he mimes snapping some suspenders. “And I’m the big man himself. Nice to finally meet you, Rumplestiltskin.”
>News travels fast.
>’Just play dumb.’
>”How do you know my name?” you growl.
“You can’t expect to beat the House at their own games /without/ making a name for yourself. Casino’s won’t keep you out until they figure out how you cheated, despite their…abilities. But you’ve attracted a lot of wandering eyes.”
 
>There’s really no doubt the casinos themselves weren’t cheating.
>The expression is ‘House always wins.’
>But you’re decently sure when it comes to gambling, the devil’s only lost once.
>And that was more of a contest of sorts.
>”I was just on a very lucky streak. And I was smart enough to mask my expressions.”
>You puff up your feathers in pride.
>Bill’s massive eyebrows furl together like two fuzzy caterpillars boning.
>He leans in close to your face and inhales deeply.
“Well, those aren’t magical glasses. So I’m stumped. But honestly, I couldn’t give a rat’s chode about whether or not you cheated.”
>A winning smile blooms on his face.
“All I want is that money. And the fact you’re coming to me shows you need something from me. So when the Fingers found you in the market district, a lot of us jumped at the opportunity.”
>You can see a few damp spots underneath his armpits.
>He seems really eager for you to buy from him.
>And these Fingers…
>Probably freelance spies.
>It doesn’t really matter if they find out where you live now.
>You’re going to spend everything here, so there’s no chance you get robbed.
“So what’s your poison? Other than your name, we couldn’t seem to dig up anything on you. You looking for alcohol? Drugs? Ships? Weapons?”
>He’s going to be really fucking confused.
>”I’m mostly looking for 18.49 tons of iron, 20.92 tons of cobalt, and 6.11 tons of obsidian.”
>The scratching of quills and ticking of abacuses stop as the eavesdroppers turn towards you in astonishment.
>Bill’s monocle slowly slides off his muzzle.
>…
“Hrgrm. Bean Counter! How much would all of that cost?”
>Bill turns around to a unicorn who starts messing with his abacus and scribbling at the same time.
 
“I’m..I’m sorry about that. We very rarely get a customer who knows exactly how much they want, and so much of it. I’m not sure you’ll even be able to pay for all of this. We definitely don’t have all of this in stock.”
>You shrug.
>”I’m still allowed in casinos. I think I’ll manage.”
“S-sir. For the iron, it would cost 169 000 silver. For the obsidian, 11 250 silver. A-a-and f-for the cobalt… 8 400 000 silver.”
>There’s a massive commotion and you manage to let out a low whistle through your beak.
>There go most of your winnings.
>You pick out a few platinum coins and the other coins and pass them to Bill without hesitating.
>He eagerly takes the coins.
“Expect all of it to get to you within the week. Nobody’s using cobalt, so we’ll trade some of our goods for some, and shipments of iron and obsidian are coming soon.”
>You’ve got a little over 1 500 000 silver now.
>”So do I get a receipt or something? You can deliver it whenever. I’m sure you’ll figure out the address by the end of the day.”
>Bill nods dumbly and takes out a parchment, writes something down, and dips some hot wax on it before pressing down with a seal.
“I’ll keep my promise, but if I don’t you can bring this to the Court.”
>”How do I know if it’s a fake?”
“It’s not. It’s enchanted. And even if I were to steal your money, they have shamans at the Court, and I’d like to retain my image as an honest seller of illegal goods, as you can see from my whole two hands.”
>He wiggles his fingers.
>”Also, would you happen to know where I can recruit some whores? I plan on opening a house of pleasure.”
>Buff Bill rubs his fingers against his temple.
“Red light district’s Madame Baiser’s Salon. What does iron, cobalt and obsidian have to do with opening a brothel?”
>”Well, obsidian is used to make sex toys.”
>You wave and walk out.
>You walk out and—
Grougilllli~
>Find a bathroom.
>Those kebabs did not agree with you.
>After a very harrowing reminder why bodies that subsist on lust and cum are superior in their own ways, you head towards Madame Baiser’s Salon.
>You manage to find it not too far from your own building.
>Entering inside, you’re overcome with the scent jasmine and immediately know that there’s a drug in the air.
>You don’t know how you’re aware of it.
>You don’t have your demon body, so you can’t resist it.
>Maybe it’s the blessing?
>Does that mean you have a demonic body and a holy spirit?
>But why are you such a whore?
>Maybe the demonic brain has some effect on your soul?
>That…would make sense.
>This is a subject ripe for discussion.
“Sir? You’re frowning and staring at me. Did I do something?”
>You shake your head, careful not to fling off your sunglasses.
>How are they even on without ears?
>”Sorry, I was lost in thought. I’m here to start hiring some escorts.”
>You smile, but the cow just looks down through her horn-rimmed spectacles.
“You’ll have to talk to Madame Baiser about that. But she’s in a meeting right now. You’ll have to wait.”
>Soulsight confirms that is a lie.
>You can guess why.
>Baiser seems to be some sort of head of a prostitute union, and wants to make it very clear who’s in charge.
>She’s got to protect her girls, after all.
>Probably what the drugs in the lavender candles are for, to muddle the thoughts of any potential brothel owners so Baiser can set the terms.
 
>But you’ve been on both sides of the desk in the service industry.
>”Listen, we both know she’s not in a meeting. I’ve been in the service industry before, and I understand what you go through. But if you think I’m going to wait out of some half-assed intimidation technique, you can twist your tits and suck your clit. So either I talk to Madame Baiser immediately, not only will I tell everyone about the drugs in those candles, I will sit here and yell the most annoying song I know in off-key until I get my way.”
>The minotaur frowns.
“Sir you can’t possibly be—“
>”THIs iS THe SoNG tHAt NEEEEEavar ENDS! IT—“
“Okay! Okay. Follow me.”
>She leads you through the stairs behind her into a dark room.
“Ma’am. This one saw through our ruse. He’s here for some of our escorts.”
>There is a rumbling in the dark.
“Ah, yes. I’ve heard of this one. I hadn’t expected him to come here. Leave us.”
>The cow bows and exits.
>A lumbering form approaches you, and despite your ability to see in the dark, you can only see a fluttering mass of darkness heading towards you.
“Rumpelstiltskin. The extremely lucky gryphon who appeared from nowhere. You are a mystery. At least, for now. The Fingers are no doubt looking into gryphons of your description. How lucky of you to have relatively common features.”
>”So you know me.” You shrug. “Can I at least have the pleasure of seeing who I am talking to?”
“Others, I would eschew, but if you’re clever enough to win against Linchpin and his lackeys without being caught, then I shall bypass my traditional riddles.”
>She removes the cloak of shadows and you nearly gasp.
>A human female torso with the thick waist of a leopard, wings on her back, talons on her fingers, and a gryphon head with a small set of horns.
>”A sphinx.”
>Baiser is taken aback.
 
“You are quite knowledgeable. That is indeed the name hybrids such as I. The illicit product of a gryphon whore and a rich minotaur. Mother forgot her maidenweed, and here I am. So what do you seek?”
>”How many escorts can I hire at a time? And for 1 200 000 silver?”
>Baiser is nonplussed at the amount.
“It depends on which escorts you rent, how you treat them, and how long you need them.”
>Since monetary profits are pretty much secondary, your own profits are on the backburner.
>Hell, you only need enough to feed this body.
>”I have enough rooms for fifty of them. I plan to take only twenty percent of their profits, and for a year. I will pay for lodging and medical care. If it seems like I can make the money back and then some in a year, then there will be paid vacation days for the next year.”
“It doesn’t seem very profitable.”
>”I consider myself a long-term investor. If I’m a good enough boss, your escorts will prefer to work for me.”
>Baiser narrows her eyes, but nods.
>”May I ask where my money goes?”
“25% to the Salon, 75% to your escorts. Unless you take slaves.”
>Slaves?
>Not cool.
>Everybody should be free to fuck whoever they want.
>Of course, escorts kind of need to.
>And you were technically a slave once.
>Technically; you only gained from that situation.
>”Why the slaves?”
“Victims of debts to the wrong people, or kidnapped from other nations. I buy them to make it easier on them. They repay their debt to me, not necessarily through escorting, but housekeeping, waitressing, and performing. A bit humiliating at times, but they all know and choose what they’re getting into.”
>Baiser’s an okay sphinx.
>You may not like the practice, despite having enjoyed being on the receiving end, you admit you may need a few.
>“Maybe two or three are needed. To help with finances and managing.”
>The sphinx nods.
>You really don’t want to get another Glasgow, so you’ll treat them well.
 
“Any other questions before I seal our deal?”
>”Yes, do you have any male prostitutes as well? I want to cater equally.”
>Baiser is dumbfounded for a moment before bursting out in laughter.
“A gryphon male asking me such a thing…I never thought I’d see the day. Are you perhaps, into males, and admitting it? Unusual for gryphon pride and odd views on sexuality.”
>”My love of both sexes has nothing to do with this. I just see this as more profitable.”
>Baiser stares at you for a moment before guffawing out loud again.
“You are an interesting fellow! If you’re going for variety rather than your personal preferences, you’ll be more successful than the other horny idjits who want to rent their own pseudo-harem for a time before they fall into debt. I’ve got some escorts in mind for you. As for slaves, let me show you them.”
>She leads you down the dark corridor into a series of rooms, until you reach a lobby.
>The varied occupants all have iron collars with runes inscribed on them, and all seem healthy.
>What you need is one that can manage for you while you’re away, and also be able to keep secrets.
>That one will be your right hand man.
>The slaves look at you with surprise and curiosity, a few with fear.
“Ladies and gents…This is Rumpelstiltskin. He’s looking for slaves to help manage his brothel for the next year. So if you aren’t uncomfortable dealing in sex and money, you can stay. The others will go to their rooms.”
>They follow her instructions as the majority leave the foyer.
>Only six are left.
>”Considering my budget, who can I afford?”
“If you were to neglect them, all of them. But you seem to be the type of character to take care of your assets, which is why I brought you here. Unlike the escorts, they work for you for free. But you have to pay for their food. And if you want the very best of our escorts to work for you, then you’ll only be able to take three.”
 
>You look over the six, who try hard to seem either attractive or smart.
>A gryphon hen is puffing up her feathers while a minotaur cow is using her arms to squeeze together her breasts.
>A minotaur bull is posing with flexed biceps while a male and female zebra stare at each other angrily.
>But the lone pony catches your eye.
>A unicorn with a cyan mane and eyes with a white coat.
>From Rusty’s knowledge, the mark on her flank is a ‘cutie mark’, which shows what special talent they have.
>Sounds cheesy, but the knowledge is accompanied by memories of Rusty running in fear as an enormous male earth pony with a flail ‘cutie mark’ chases after him with a bloodied Morningstar in his mouth.
>This mare’s cutie mark is of a parchment with coins atop it.
>How convenient.
>”I’ll take the pony, the minotaur female and the zebra male.”
>The cow is not just hot, but has a kind and bubbly, yet strict, soul.
>She’ll be in charge of the female prostitutes.
>The zebra has a sort of regimented, organized soul that reminds you of a military man’s, probably a captured commander.
>He’ll be in charge of dudes and security.
>The mare is logical, but has a bright, passionate soul hidden by a layer of shyness.
>So pony mare will be in charge of both of them and finances.
>You picked them from their abilities, personalities…
>Also because they have sparks of lust deep down.
“Very well. Check, Hwala, and Opal, step forwards. The rest of you, leave us.”
>They nod begrudgingly and leave.
>It makes sense, because it could be a massive gamble.
>You buy them and your business fails, you’re going to sell them back to Baiser, and they’d be closer to paying off their debt to Baiser and buying their freedom.
>But if you succeed, they could live a comfortable life under you, and may even scrounge up enough to buy their freedom.
>Both carry risks and rewards, but those that take the risks are more likely to be freed sooner.
 
“Would you like to see the escorts, or will you trust my judgement?”
>”I think I’ll trust your judgement. But I’ll only need a total of forty-seven now, considering I only have fifty rooms. Can you make sure the male to female ratio is inverse to the population? And that there’s variety.”
“I have already taken such things into account. I shall finalize our contract right now. Sign it while I fetch the escorts.”
>She quickly scribbles something on parchment and passes it over to you.
>It’s all the terms you’ve agreed upon, with a few protective measures thrown in.
>”One last question. How does owning slaves work?”
“Normally, they’d either have shock collars on them to prevent them from disobeying orders, or hypnosis collars that bind them completely, down to their involuntary muscles, but these are special. You can’t command them to die or hurt themselves without reason. If they refuse to follow an order, they will be immobilized but conscious until they decide to do so. And they’re temporarily sterile so you can’t ‘produce’ more slaves.”
>Wow, she’s got contracts down.
>You should take a page out of her book and learn to make conditions like a pro.
>”Fair enough. Pass me the quill.”
>You sign and Baiser takes off a ring and presses it against the agreement with hot wax.
“I’ll leave you to get acquainted with your new servants.”
>The sphinx saunters off, her haunches swaying in the dark.
>The three of them bow, albeit the zebra a tad stiffly.
>You decide to start with him.
>“You must be Hwala. Pleasure to get you onboard.”
>You reach out a talon, which he tentatively grabs and shakes.
“I suppose I am thankful. The sooner I am done here, the sooner I can make my triumphant return to the Plains.”
 
>”Well, I’ll be sorry to see you leave. Just in case you want to know what you’ll be doing, you’ll be managing the male escorts. Don’t give me that look, I don’t want you guys to tire them out. You’ll be reporting how much they made and the types of customers each attracted. Of course, since you’ll have less escorts, you’ll mainly be in charge of security. If a customer does something that the escorts do not want at all, you’ll be throwing them out. Just make sure they aren’t roleplaying.”
>Hwala nods and seems a tad bit excited about the ‘kicking people out’ prospect.
>You turn to face Opal the cow.
>”Nice to see such a beautiful young minotaur cow joining our team.”
>She shakes your claw a bit too much; her breasts bounce with each shake.
“Nice to meet you, Frumplesillybin! If he’s in charge of the male escorts, then I’m in charge of the females, right?”
>”Yup! It’ll be a big workload, and if all goes well, you’ll get better at it as the company grows.”
>Opal bounces up and down and claps her hands.
>”And Check…you’ll be the major player here. These two will be the ones to give you their reports, and you’ll be in charge of the books. And any of the…outcasts.”
>She seems puzzled, but nods.
>”Also, you should probably know that I spent about nine million seven hundred thousand silver in the past three hours and I’ve got about three hundred and fifty thousand left.”
>All of their jaws dropped.
“Wh-What? How could you spend so much?”
>Ah, so she speaks.
>“I’ll tell you more later. The walls have ears.”
>They seem to want to talk more, but Baiser strides back in and motions you to follow her.
>The whores she shows you are all clean and pretty, but your discerning eye can spot a few latent diseases.
>Again, the holy blessing comes with all sorts of benefits.
>And they’re varied enough to fit on a college pamphlet.
>MMMMMM THAT SWEET, SWEET DIVERSITY THAT SHOWS YOU ACCEPT EVRYONE DISREGARDING BASIC STATISTICS JUST SO YOU CAN PRETEND TO BE A SEMI-DECENT PERSON.
>Hrm.
 
>This variety though, is to capture everyone’s tastes.
>You smile and shake Baiser’s hand before leading them through the streets to your building.
>Opening the door, you count ten male whores and thirty-seven female whores enter, followed by the three slaves.
>You close the door behind you and make an announcement.
>”Welcome to House of Temptation. Just came up with the name, I think it’ll stick. I’m pretty sure Madame Baiser explained the conditions to you. Anyways, you’ll find lodging on the top floor. I know you work in two shifts, so those of you who have the night shift can get to bed very soon. But first, some ground rules. No going into the basement unless I tell you. If you have a disease or injury, come see me, I’ll fix you right up. Females will be working under Opal.”
>You point to Opal and she waves.
>A few of them raise eyebrows, but they accept it.
>”Males will be working under Hwala, who’s also in charge of kicking out unruly customers.”
>The escorts seem pretty happy about that.
>”If you have a customer at the brothel, report to your supervisor after the job. Outside, it is recommended you tell us before joining your customer. I will give you guys maps of suggested rounds.”
>You had scouted before going shopping and found a few bars and taverns, and inns close by.
>”Any issues can be reported to me, Hwala, Opal, or Check. If you want double pay for a job, I’ll pay you to advertise us. Exhibitionists encouraged.”
>There is some muttered confusion.
“Exhibitionism…as in going out in public, wearing lingerie?”
>An escort asks.
>”That’s a bit tame, but yes. I was thinking more along the lines of cows going completely bare-chested, females going out using sex toys in public, or even on aphrodisiacs. Heck, we can get pairs of you guys to just rut in the plazas. Just as long as you wear a sign with the name of our place.”
 
“This…hasn’t been done before.”
“Isn’t this against the law?”
“I…I’ll stick to working inside.”
>”There aren’t any laws against it and I have seen so few children here, none of which are innocent, so it doesn’t really matter. Plus, how else can we get people in the mood? None of you need to do it, but it will be for double pay.”
>There’s a slight pause, and it looks like a zebra mare is about to raise her hoof.
>”But that doesn’t need to happen now. Just get situated for the rest of the day while I pay someone to put up the sign. Any takers on the advertising can come visit me. And remember, no going in the basement.”
>They separate and you follow the infected ones, pulling them aside and healing them, claiming you’re using a healing magic stone.
>Apparently, they believed that bullshit.
>It was definitely your messiahistic powers.
>That isn’t a word.
>But magic jazz hands don’t care.
>Be in your very pregnant body.
>You can’t reach your arms around your belly, and your legs are spread wide apart.
>Your puffy, wet slit is leaking all over the floor.
>And you’re done with the second vial!
>You place it next to the first one, between your breasts on your ballooned belly.
>Two rivers of milk are flowing from your nipples along your abdomen.
>You fill up one vial with your milk and put in the stopper.
>That’s one.
>Materializing a pin, you  stab yourself in the finger, letting your shadowy, crimson essence drip into the ruby vial.
>When it’s full, you heal yourself, and close the vial.
>Plucking a hair from your head, you tie it through both holes on top of the stoppers and make a sort of necklace.
>Levitating it over to the table, because your body is too unwieldy, you sigh in satisfaction.
>That’s one labor done.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lewd 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>You feel something curls out of your wet pussy.
>Speaking of labor.
>You feel some sort of ribbed length moving out of your vagina.
>Slowly.
>Each ribbed end stimulates your labia and rubs against your inflamed clit.
>The length keeps going, climbing up your rounded belly until you see it reach over your hemispheric stomach.
>The tentacle leaves a trail of fluids on you, and it nestles in between your breasts before opening up, revealing more miniature tentacles.
>You sloppily kiss the mass and it invades your mouth, intertwining with your tongue.
>It recedes back, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths.
>The ribbed ends go back in, filling you once more, as you drool and massage your thrumming baby bump in pleasure.
>The tentacle goes out and in, the ribbed ends pushing against your wanting pussy.
>He’s fucking you from the outside in!
>A tentacle comes out and cums on the floor in front of you.
>Curious about the taste, you get on all fours to lick at it.
>You’re so swollen, your stomach touches the floor despite keeping your limbs straight.
>Your tongue snakes out and glides across the floor.
>Mmmmm~
>Blueberry-raspberry.
>You’re about to take another lick when a smaller tentacle pops out again and squirms about.
>”Hgmmmnn~ What do you want?”
>It rubs against the sides of your lips making you purr in delight.
>Before jumping into your ass and thrusting.
>”Agh!”
>As you’re distracted by the tentacle going in your ass and in your cunt at the same time, two more tentacles with bulbous tips erupt from within and snake towards you.
>The tips open up into semi-transparent bulbs, which latch onto your swaying breasts.
>They begin to squeeze at them and jets of your milk fill up the bulbs.
>When they’re full, the tentacles ‘gulp’ the milk, sending a round bubble of milk down the tentacles and into your wet snatch.
>”Hnnnngn!”
 
>The gulps pass through and you let your tongue loose as the brutal fucking sways your entire body, from your latched breasts, your thick rump, to even your massive abdomen.
>The bulbs on your tits are starting to swell with milk.
>You wonder why it hasn’t swallowed yet.
>Until you feel more tentacles coming out.
>They wrap around your thighs as you gasp in pleasure, pulling more of themselves out.
>You squeeze your vaginal passage, pushing them out.
>A massive push and your abdomen shrinks, a large THING starts flowing out of you.
>”G-Good boy!”
>You moan as you cum.
>With a plop, the shoggoth is out of you, pulling the last of its appendages out of you.
>But it isn’t done yet.
>It lifts you up by the limbs, its cocktacles wrapped around you.
>You feel its DESIRE.
>A mass of warped lust, it wants everything you can offer.
>Your body changes, and a dick bursts from your wet loins.
>You jack off the cocks in your hands as it positions itself below you.
>Two tentacles pleasure your length as it continues to drain your milky breasts.
>It drops you on its waiting fat cock and lifts you up and down as you cry in ecstasy.
>Your tits bounce up and down as both of your holes are filled by this aberration.
>Just as you’re about to cum, a third bulb tentacle comes and envelops your dick
>You see your cum and milk fill up the bulbs, before they are swallowed by the tentacles…
>The bulges disappear and a massive bulge reappears on the  cock you’re on.
>It opens your snatch wide and unleashes within, painting your insides white.
>You smile as it lets you down gently.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End Lewd 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>Cleaning yourself, you check the console as the creature stares at you with its tentacles.
>It’s pretty much a tangela with less features.
>And thankfully, no more DESIRE is being drained.
>So the ‘life’ that’s been grown here is now real.
>Which is good, or else the gryphons wouldn’t be able to leave.
>Cell shedding and all that.
>Although you suspect that you weren’t alone in contributing DESIRE.
>So you have literally nothing keeping you here.
>Except…
>”Shog, you can go play in the lake. Don’t rape anybody.”
>Shog bobs his tentacles up and down before…twisting some of his tentacles into a set of veiny wings?
>huh.
>He flies out without a moment’s hesitation and you sit there, staring.
>You were honestly expecting the Lovecraftian lovemachine to take the stairs.
>You shrug and check the monitor to see if there’s anybody in your hotel room.
>Feeling the DESIRE of those all around you, you allow your form to shift once again.
>Making sure to check yourself in the mirror to undemonify your appearance once more, you stroll out.
>Waving as you pass by the doorpony, you step out onto the busy afternoon streets.
>What to do now?
>You’d really like it if you can somehow find a secluded place to start building another portal.
>But you can’t really magic up the funds.
>Decisions, decisions.
“Oh, hey! Anonymous!”
>You look up to see Grounded Spark hovering above you.
“I haven’t seen you in nearly two days! I wanted to check up on you, but apparently you were either too tuckered out or not in.”
>You smile gently and fly up to him.
>”Thanks for looking out for me, Spark. But you seem a bit too relieved to see me. Is something wrong?”
>He rubs his leg nervously.
“I’m sorry, it’s just the…there’s been a few disappearances. Every now and then, a mare or stallion goes missing, and we don’t hear from them ever again. We’ve lost about a hundred of them, but according to the mayor, it’s just a ‘drop in the bucket’ and ‘within calculations.’ I know a few could get lost in the forest or even skip town, but sometimes they just up and disappear.”
>Interesting.
>”Thanks for the tip, Spark. Do you know if there’s anybody who knows more?”
>He taps his chin.
“Maybe Detective Detective? She’s in charge of the investigations, but she’s usually really angry for some reason. If not her, then her assistant, Tray Torrent would know about it.”
>Seriously, what is up with these names?
>”Well, maybe if I talk to them, I can know what to avoid so I won’t get kidnapped.”
“I think you mean foalnapped, but yes, I guess if anyone knows what to do, it would be them.”
>He motions for you to follow and you both fly through the skies, waving to other pegasi, until you make it to a police station.
>It’s very obviously a police station because there’s a giant brass badge on top of it, with each of the corners of the building flashing blue and red.
>And when Spark pushes open the door for you, a police siren blares.
>Nobody in the room flinches.
>Fucking pony architecture, man.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwvVhXItl1w
>There’s a gray mare with a slicked back black mane sitting at a table, smoking at a pipe as she reads over some papers.
“This case was a dead end. Nothing seemed to make sense. But I knew in my heart that the truth was out there. Someone was out there, hiding it. No poor stiffs to bury, no leads, no progress. At this point I just considered throwing in the towel like some washed-up boxer, and heading to the closest greasy spoon.”
>She’s in her own monologue.
>She’s a fucking noir detective.
>Looking up, she pauses when she sees you, only to continue.
“I was interrupted by a dame walking into my office. Just looking at her made me feel like a young gumshoe bumbling through the concrete jungle. But only for an instant. She wasn’t like the others who had walked through those cursed doors. Svelte legs, toned rump, and downy ruby feathers, her figure was a thing of beauty, perhaps rivaling even Celestia. But her eyes that some would compare to emerald could only make me think of shadowy adamantium. Powerful, sharp, and above all else, dangerous. She knew her way around hoofticuffs, I could see that. But she had something to fight for. The question was: was I in her way, just another tree in a storm, or was she going to be the violent wind that would bring me to port in these trying times?”
>You look around to see nobody reacting to the monologue.
>What the fuck is this.
>”Hi, my name is Anonymous. I’m just trying to know if you have any information on the disappearances. I want to know if they had anything in common.”
“The dame was like a cat. Curious, but with her own set of hidden claws. The question was, who was the mouse? An innocent question fluttered out of those beautiful lips, one that more ponies should be asking. ‘Lady,’ I said, ‘If I could get the least clue, I’d be able to grab onto that lead faster than a Canterlot noble grabs onto the latest fad. All I know is that they disappear near the outskirts. The only thing they have in common is that they’re healthy, and capable of hard work. I even asked my assistant to keep an eye on a possible victim, but he disappeared as well, without leaving Tray or I the slightest clue.’ I blew out a couple bubbles from my pipe. I could see the spark of an idea in her eyes. Did she know something I don’t? Suspicious.”
 
>Detective Detective could read you better than most.
>You did have an idea.
>”That’s too bad, Detective. But you’ve got my attention. Ever since I’ve come here, I’ve been welcomed with open hooves. I want to help the town however I can. Maybe what you need is a fresh perspective. After all, we all have our biases.”
“Her tongue was sharp, sharper than a mafia boss’s gilded knife. But I’d be a moron to refuse help. I carefully let out a breath of relief. At least she was on my side. I took out some of the dusty folders in my desk, the pus-yellow color reminding me too much of the rotten underbelly of this burgeoning city. ‘Here’s the hotspots of all the disappearances. Please check up on me soon, there’s enough good ponies that have disappeared.’”
>You can’t help but chuckle.
>The poor lady doesn’t know it yet, but you’re going to be the Joker to her Batman.
>You’re helping each other now…
>But once you get a trade route set up, your influence is going to spread like chlamydia at a whorehouse.
>”Much appreciated, Detective. I think we’re going to be very well acquainted.”
>You open the manila folders and memorize the general locations of the disappearances.
>Leaving the folder, you say your farewells.
> Spark is still trailing by you, a worried look on his face.
>”You don’t need to worry about me, Spark. I know what I’m doing.”
>He nervously rubs his forelegs together.
“Do you Anonymous? Detective has less leads than I thought. I can’t help but feel like there might be more to this.”
>Really?
>What gave that away?
>Was it the exodus of people?
>The fact they were all alone without telling anybody where they went?
>Or the fact that the deputy’s name literally sounds like TRAITOR RENT!?
>If pony names show anything, it’s that they’re pretty much an indicator of what they do.
>And the pony’s pseudonym is practically the same phonetically.
>”Hey Spark?”
“Hm?”
 
>You grab him by the hoof and slam him into the ground, straddling him.
>He’s blushing and wincing at the same time as you slowly grind your rump against his undercarriage.
>”I know how to defend myself, so don’t you worry about me. I’m more worried about you.”
>The pedestrians blush and look away as you lean down and meet your muzzle to his.
>”Boop.”
>He looks confused and his blush disappeared.
“Wha…?”
>You get off him and lift him to his hooves.
>“Just proving a point. I’ve been to a lot of places, and a pretty gal like myself should learn how to defend herself. I’m more worried about you.”
“Thanks. I guess I’ll get back to my lunch break.”
>You nod.
>”That would be the wisest. Make sure you’re with ponies you know until I’ve helped Detective figure this out.”
>He gives a mock salute and flies off.
>Now to do your thing.
>You slow down your pace.
>Gotta make sure that soul that’s following you keeps their eye on you.
>Your soulsight has gotten a lot better since the ship.
>Of course, it’s fucking Tray.
>The unicorn has been following you about ten minutes after you’d left the police station.
>Interesting insight on her soul:
>She’s a bitch.
>But she’s not an independent person, a follower with the inability to not betray someone.
>You’ve seen a plethora of souls by this point, and Equestrian pony souls are by far the weirdest.
>You’re finally at the center of one of the hotspots and you look around a bit before heading into an alley.
>As interesting as it would be to hypnotize Tray into doing your bidding, you know nothing about how she acts normally.
>So you’re going to test something from your dark magic repertoire.
>Shadow immersion.
>Contrary to what pop culture would have you believe, you can’t control people from their shadow.
>That’s dumb, how can you control people from a lack of light on a surface?
>But you can pop into peoples’ shadows.
>Duh.
 
>You meld into the shadows and wait.
>Surely enough, Tray follows you in, horn aglow, a sneaky smile on her face.
>That quickly falls when she thinks she’s alone.
>While she’s stomping around angrily, you slip into her shadow.
>Pretty easy in a shadowy alley.
>She seems to have realized that I could have flown out.
>As her shadow, you don’t have to move at all.
>She practically carries you through the city at a brisk pace.
>You take care to not smile or open your eyes too widely.
>Apparently, those can be seen on the shadow.
>You’re carried across Mareami until you reach the government building.
>Of course.
>She enters and goes directly into the big office.
“Mayor Rampant Corruption!”
>…
>Why can’t they have normal names?
>Like ones that mean things in different languages like literally everybody else.
>…
>Your ridiculous family aside.
>You’re honestly not sure who came up with the idea for everybody in your family to have a name following a particular theme.
“Yes, Traitorfor Rent?”
>No comment.
>Trying very hard not to comment.
“There’s a pony who’s got a lead on us. And I think she may know more than Detective Detective.”
>Corruption takes off her gold-rimmed glasses and rubs her head.
“Just what I need right now. Describe her.”
“She goes by Anonymous, is a pegasus with a pitch-black mane and a scarlet coat. Theatre masks for a cutie mark. Her eyes are green, and she is…too clever. She’s actually from outside Equestria. From what I can tell, she got everything she needed from Detective, and went to the exact center of our largest hotspot. When I followed her into an alley, she had flown the coop. So, she knew she was being followed.”
>Rampant Corruption slams a hoof on her mahogany desk, shaking the crystal bottle set on her table.
 
“Moron! She probably suspects you! I’ll pass the word down to the others to capture her. Hopefully, I’ll be able to make any reports disappear. You’ll have to make the shipment tonight; I’ve got things to do because of your ineptitude.”
>Traitorfor starts to leave.
>You take the opportunity to slip into one of the many shadows in the room.
>It’s like a fucking mafia movie in here, the only light is coming from two candles propped onto an intricate set of silver candlesticks.
>So, Jean Valjean.
>Are you ready to meet your Javert?
>You wait a few minutes as Corruption writes a few letters.
>The flickering candlelight gives you little place to move.
>You can move only in sparse moments, and you can use more shadow magic to make a distraction.
>At just the right moment, you slip under the door, fire a bolt from the shade, and return to the room.
KRACK!
“Eeeeeeeeek!”
>Corruption picks up a crossbow from beneath her desk and rushes outside.
>You walk out of the shadows and stand in front of the door.
>You magic up a pen and parchment.
>You’re about to make a deal.
>After a few minutes of loud discussion, Corruption walks back inside.
>She manages to miss you by the door until she sits down.
>Her eyes widen and you give your best innocent smile.
>Roll for initiative!
>2!
>Roll to seduce the dice!
>20, plus 20 modifier!
>You get a nat 21 instead of a 2!
>Before Corruption even considers leveling her crossbow to you, you speak.
>”Mayor! I’ve got credible information from a still-living source that the recent disappearances are linked to very important ponies! I’ve come to warn you, since you’re at the very top. The very ponies who guard you may even be in their pockets!”
>The tension leaves her, and her crossbow is hidden once more.
>She seems especially interested about the ‘credible, still-living source’.
“That does seem troubling. Why haven’t you reported this to the police?”
>You shake your head.
>”I’m sorry ma’am, but they seem to be compromised. I think Detective Detective sent Tray Torrent to spy on me. Something’s really iffy, and my source and I need some protection if we’re to bust this case open.”
“Where is your source now? I can send someponies to protect them.”
>You step forwards and shake your head wildly.
>”No, I can’t say. There may be listening spells in here, and the ponies you send may be under somebody else’s payroll. I need concrete proof that you’ll protect us. A contract, so paper-pushers up in Canterlot will notice if anything happens to my source, you, or I.”
>She barely manages to stop herself from gritting her teeth, but nods.
>”Perfect! I’ve got a paper ready! So, first condition: Mayor of Mareami, Rampant Corruption, must devote resources to protecting Anonymous and her source of information, using reliable means, without exposing them to danger. In exchange, Anonymous will expose the case directly to Mayor Rampant Corruption.”
>Simple enough, right?
>But she frowns nonetheless, probably because how it seems to benefit her the most.
>There isn’t even mention about bringing the perpetrators to justice.
>Because that would imply that you would have to take the proper channels.
>But most importantly…
“Sure, fine.”
>She signs it, and drops it into a drawer.
“There you go. Now go tell your source. I’ll be waiting…eagerly.”
>The smile is a tad too evil, but it seems like she’d fallen into your trap.
>You flutter your eyes and with voice choking with faux-emotion…
>”Thank you so much, Mayor. With your help, this city will gain some much-needed order.”
>She has no idea how true that statement is.
>You go out and start counting down the seconds.
>”Five, six, seven…”
>You wave to the confused receptionist and trot out.
>”Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two…”
>You’re on the street, a spring in your step.
>”Thirty—“
>Ooh!
>A dark purple flame popped into existence right next to you.
 
>That must be some sort of record.
>Thirty seconds on the dot to break a contract.
>You find another nondescript dark alley and port into Haven.
>You’ve learned this time that there’s a particular way to consume a soul.
>…
>That does make you sound pretty evil.
>But come on!
>Her soul is crappy!
>Nobody else would have wanted it.
>And yeah, you may be influenced by Lucy…
>But souls do hold a lot of power.
>Just gotta prepare ‘em.
>You sit down in your chair and observe the soul.
>Using your feathers, you pull out a few important parts of Rampant’s soul.
>First, bureaucracy.
>You pull a sliver of the purple flame -ball and fling it towards your head.
>Aaaaaaand that’s just a lot of information on how to embezzle and make under-the-table deals.
>How about pony culture?
>You shiver with anticipation—
>Aaaaaaaand what the fuck.
>What the hell is up with ponies.
>Sure, magic is neat and all, and you understand that there’s bound to be some changes from universe to universe.
>So you can accept the god-like being that moves the sun and seems to be a bit partial to her own species.
>And you can accept that Equestria can be a bit isolated, so demons are completely unheard of.
>But their idea on love and sex…Honestly, what the fuck.
>Masturbation is illegal.
>So that’s creepy and wrong on its own.
>Same-sex couples and even swinging is completely foreign; either unheard of or outright reviled.
>’Lewd’ displays such as kissing and hoof-holding are for special occasions, such as during weddings and Hearts and Hooves.
>Sex has one position, during one part of the year, with a single pony, for life.
>None of them really question it.
>It’s just seen as a thing to do to procreate between loving couples.
>This can’t compute with you.
>Something has to be wrong, right?
>All of this gives an uncanny valley vibe.
>Why does this seem to only work for ponies in Equestria, rather than the few you’ve seen out?
>It’s like a fucking bizzaro country.
>You hold the soul in between your wings as you rub your head with your hooves.
>One last thing.
>You pull out memories of the situation in Mareami.
>Aaaaaaaaaand, you could work with this.
>From what Corruption knew, there’s two budding gangs.
>One is backed by the mayor, who is backed by a noble in Canterlot.
>The other is backed by an old mafia family that’s trying to set their sights on Mareami.
 >There is no conflict between the two.
>Yet.
>In a couple years, or even months, Mareami would have been a powder keg ready to blow.
>But now, you’ve got a fruit of opportunity ripe for the picking.
>As for the disappearances, even Corruption doesn’t know the full story.
>She is indeed responsible for kidnapping ponies.
>But that’s only because she gets paid with mithril and adamantium at the exchanges.
>This whole thing has been set up by her sponsor.
>Funny that ponies should have such childish concepts on sex would be totally okay with abduction.
>Thankfully, you can stop it.
>You know, bring balance to your karma by releasing a bunch of prisoners.
>And you can’t help but feel as if Aevum has his hoof deep in this situation.
>First things first.
>You may know where the prisoners are, but you’ve got a useful pawn now.
>Might as well use her.
>Your consciousness is split into three.
>You pick your face off your desk and look around.
>Yup, this is Corruption’s office.
>On the desk is a paper detailing to follow you.
>Ha!
>You tear it up.
>And just to be sure, you eat all the pieces.
>Mmmmmm.
>Not dusty, but papery and inky.
>Now to prepare.
>You giggle evilly adorably as you look at Corruption’s total funds.
>Namely at the fact you have enough money to create a gate.
>You fill out the forms for the buying of the materials and the construction of a ring comprised of the necessary materials, writing it under an ‘communal benefit’.
 
>Of course, this won’t go unseen, so you decide to commission an artist to make a hollow statue made of iron, cobalt, and obsidian in a park, using a bit extra of Corruption’s personal profits.
>You’ve ended up spending nearly forty percent more just to keep it under wraps, but at least you can hide it by doing something more scandalous.
>For example, buying a newspaper company.
>Apparently, it’s illegal for political figures in Equestria to own any part of the media.
>Good on you.
>Corruption will inevitably get kicked out of office, but as the city grows, the more official legislation will come from Canterlot directly.
>Best to get fired on some smaller thing now than getting completely uncovered by the capital in all the illegal activities Rampant has been doing.
>There’s a good chance the noble will intervene, but Corruption is more disposable than Rusty.
>You sign all the papers as Rampant Corruption and a smug smile grows on your face.
>You put her in automatic mode (which is nifty, except she does the exact same thing every day at the same time, which makes her seem like a robot, until a threat is perceived) and leave her be.
>Back in your own body, you take the dimmer soul to the console and read over the entry on WikiHell again.
>”Hmmm. A soul juicer? What the…”
>Sure enough, you can get it on the console.
>Spawning it in, it just looks like a strange orange juicer, except with a clear pipe that leads down into the blending part.
>You drop the soul in, and the rotor spins as the soul is worn down into a fine paste.
>Somehow.
>Very slowly.
>And is that screaming you hear?
>Eh, probably nothing.
>It’s going to take some time, so you leave Haven for Equestria.
>And you’re back, as innocent-looking as ever.
>You head towards the compound where they’re keeping the next shipment of ponies.
>It’s in a zone that’s still under construction.
>But it seems like nothing has changed here for some time.
 
>Probably intentionally, to keep these activities out of the public eye.
>Using soulsight, you find about ten guards and twenty prisoners there.
>Traitorfor Rent is there, looking over some numbers.
>Time to cause a bit of property damage.
>You get up on your hind legs and cup your hooves together.
>Concentrating your magic, you speak.
>”Kame…”
“What was that?”
>A ball of black magic forms in your forehooves and you clench it closer together as you force more magi into your hooves.
>”Hame…”
“It’s coming from outside.”
>”HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
pewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwBOOOOOM!
“Sweet sarsaparilla! That building over there exploded!”
“How distracting. Let’s go check it out!”
>You hide behind the corner as the ten ponies rush over to the half-finished building a few blocks away.
>Now not even close to being finished.
>Of course you aimed elsewhere, you needed to make a diversion.
“Did you guys see that explosion?”
“Yeah, that was awesome!”
>Thankfully ponies have this odd dichotomy between deathly serious and childishly naïve.
>You hate to admit it, but you’ll need to make demon psychologist.
>You step into the compound silently, casting a long shadow between cages.
>Traitorfor is at the end, still oblivious to everything that’s going on.
>Ignoring the pleading looks of the ponies in their cages, you tiptoe
>Tiphoof?
>You sneak up behind her.
>In one quick movement, one foreleg wraps around her throat.
>She immediately starts struggling and gasping for air.
>”Shhshhshh, Traitorfor. It’s me, remember? Anonymous.”
“Gack!”
>”Yeah, I know, I know. It was kinda obvious for me, that you were involved in this. Good thing you led me to the true boss. I already took care of that problem.”
“Hgruakaka!?”
>Her movements are getting slower, and it’s only then that she thinks to use her magic.
>You flick her horn with your free hoof.
“Graaaph!”
>”Nice try. Just relax and go to sleep.”
>You rub her thigh affectionately.
>”We’ll talk when you wake up again.”
 
>It takes another minute of her trying to struggle out of your iron grip, but she finally passes out.
>Hollywood really exaggerated how little time that would take.
>You let out a breath and gently put her on the ground.
>Then you go up to each cage and smash the padlocks apart.
>Chains are a lot easier to break when they’re not holy, who knew?
>They all thank you before rushing away, but the most important thing is here.
>This whole mess is just so long…
>It seems to be longer than any of your previous adventures.
>If they were all split into chapters, of course.
>You’re not even sure you’re halfway done.
>So you’re mentally exhausted by all this bull.
>Confused about ponies in general.
>Angry Aevum wrapped so many things under layers of lies, bribes, and violence.
>A bit happy that at least you’re doing something.
>Mad at yourself for enjoying all these crazy mishaps, and mad at circumstances that were mostly beyond your control that threw you into this situation.
>And above all,
>ABOVE ALL!
>Really fucking horny.
>And you haven’t even gotten your first horsepussy or horsecock.
>You smile as you summon a bunch of dark ropes to tie an unconscious Traitorfor and suspend her.
>Thankfully, you’ve got somebody to relieve your emotions on.
>She may even answer a few questions.
>She seems to be waking up.
“Wha?”
>She’s bleary at first, but her eyes shoot open and she starts to struggle.
>But the chains hold fast, and the strange black goo you left on her horn just absorbs her magic.
>She hangs there in fear and you approach her slowly.
> “You’re going to tell me what I want to know.”
>She struggles some more as you approach her.
> “For example, where the prisoners are supposed to—“
“Five miles east of here, deep in the swamp!” She screams hysterically. “We drop them off and Diamond dogs pick them up! That’s all I know, I sweheheheaaaaaar!”
>You didn’t expect her to tell you this quickly.
>You thought you’d have to pull it out of her.
“I told you want you wanted to know, right? I promise to never do this again. Just, p-please let me go.”
>The chains lower her closer to you but stop, still a couple meters above the ground.
>Traitorfor looks confused and scared at the movement, her pupils (and blue irises somehow) shrinking to pinpricks.
> “You did tell me what I wanted to know. But I’m already all worked up, and nothing is around to satisfy me.”
>You lick your lips and she trembles.
> “Nothing. But. You.”
>The shivers intensify across her orange body, her short white mane shaking wildly as her ears turn back.
“P-please don’t torture me!”
> “Who said anything about torture?”
>You tut as you fly up behind her and a chain lifts her tail.
“Wha-what are you doing?” She blushes. “That’s for my soulmate! Don’t touch that!”
>You laugh.
> “You’re not the one giving orders here, honey. I just want to answer a few questions on my own.”
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Lewd
>You slowly glide your hoof against her labia.
>She winces, but her DESIRE doesn’t rise by much.
>It’s like her DESIRE is being held back.
>You release a bunch of pheromones into the air, and her DESIRE grows a tiny bit more.
>Strange.
 
>But it does have an effect.
>Tentatively, you drag your tongue across her moistening lips.
“Aaaah!~ What are you doing? That’s for a nice stallion only!”
>It’s really weird how this is a mare who was about to sell some ponies into…something.
>You lap at her pussy, making sure to rub her flanks with your hooves as you eat her out.
“Stop! Aaa~ This is wrong! Two mares…doing this…I-I don’t even know what this is!”
>Her DESIRE is steadily growing, and her virgin cunt is dripping with her juices.
>But you’re not really getting off on this.
>Your own horsepussy is dribbling, but you’ve got nothing to please it.
>Except…
>The chains lower Traitorfor further, spreading her hind legs apart, until she is upside down.
>You fly up and slowly grind your pussy on hers.
>The aphrodisiac in your twat is obviously far more potent than the one in her mouth, as her DESIRE is increasing faster.
“St-Stop! It’s making me feel-No! Stop! This is wrong?!”
>You hear the question in her sentence and smile.
> “How could it be so wrong if it feels so right? I’m making you feel nice, right?”
>You drag your pussy against hers and bite your lip.
>Her cheeks are flushed and she seems to come to a realization.
“You controlling me, aren’t you?! Ah~ Stop Ah~ it, ah~ it’s ah~ wrongaaah~!”
>You don’t answer.
 
>You’re lost in the electrifying feeling every time your clits rub against each other.
>Her glistening pussy is winking, and you feel your own doing the same.
>Back and forth, back and forth, plump thighs running against each other.
>You feel her DESIRE changing you.
>Finally.
>Your clit begins to grow, but Traitorfor is looking away.
>Time to test something.
>You let her down onto the ground, panting.
>But she doesn’t run away.
“Stop controlling me! Huff…huff…let me go!”
>That’s the thing.
>You gave her the chance, but she doesn’t run.
>You come out of the shadows, horsecock swinging between your legs with every step.
“What? But that-that’s a stallion’s! You’re a mare, I f-felt it!”
>A smile is her only answer as you get behind her.
>You tease her marehood with your tip, her legs trembling with unwanted anticipation.
>And you slowly impale yourself into her.
“Ahn~! You mo-monster! Controlling me li-like this!”
>You start thrusting faster into her.
>Your massive girth spreads apart her insides, each thrust causing her to shudder with a combination of revulsion and pleasure.
>Her DESIRE has already reached event horizon.
>And it seems to be growing faster.
>Tears and drool run down her muzzle as she tries hard not to smile.
>Your veiny length rubs against her inner folds, and you can tell that she’s trying not to enjoy it.
>Your thrusts send your rumps swaying, and you lean in close to her ears.
> “The truth is, I gave you the opportunity to run earlier. I stopped the pheromones, I stopped everything. But you chose not to. You wanted my cock. You wanted me to fuck you.”
“No! That’s not true! Stop! Stop! Op! Op! Ohp!—“
>Her eyes roll back as her smile slowly grows.
>You feel something change.
>Soulsight confirms something within her change and you feel some very powerful magic breaking.
 
 “—O! Oc! Ock! Cock! Cock! Cock! Give me your cock! This feels wonderful! I don’t know why nopony did this before! Fuck me! I want your cock every day!”
> “Really?”
>You thrust faster into her and her head is pushed down as her pussy squeezes your meat.
>But she can’t answer through the sensations.
> “Do you promise to give me what I want, whenever I want?”
>She nods as her slobber and cum pools onto the floor.
> “Will you devote yourself to anybody other than I?”
>She shakes her head and shudders at the force at a particularly hard thrust.
> “And do you really want to feel like this every day, for the rest of your life?”
>You pull out and tease her underbelly with your dick, nestling it between her thighs.
>She shivers and turns her head to stare at you.
“Yes, YES! Just FUCK ME!”
>You happily oblige with a swift thrust as she squeals in pleasure.
>But with each thrust, she changes.
>Her sclera turns darker and darker until they’re completely black.
>A small pair of horns grow.
>And her lolling tongue grows longer.
>Did you accidentally?
>Well you did ask a bunch of questions that may have been magical in nature.
>Looks like you got your first pone succubus.
>The thought fills you with vigor, thrusting into your new demon faster.
“Yes, Anonymous, yes!”
>Her DESIRE is purer, and plentiful oddly enough.
>As if someone had built a damn around the most plentiful source and left it there for centuries.
“Anonymous, I’m…”
>Her cunt squeezes around your dick and just as you unleash your load…
“That was a pretty cool distraction. The building is everywhere!”
“Haha, yeah. Wait wha—“
>Dark chains picked up the returning guards as you both groaned in pleasure.
>They’re about to start screaming, but the chains wrap around their muzzles.
>You pull out, a sticky string of cum connecting your still-turgid length to her drooling creampie’d pussy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End Lewd
>Her cutie mark had changed.
>Obviously she isn’t the same person anymore.
> “Traitorfor Rent, your new name is…”
>Fuck she isn’t from the same generation as the others, so she can’t be named after a day.
>What should you call her?
> “Rift Tornrear.”
>The ponies look at you two with scared eyes, noticing the changes in Rift.
> “Rift, we’ve got about an hour before the prisoners bring back Detective Detective. I want you to ‘enlighten’ these ponies.”
“As you command…but how?”
>Right, she’s still new to this.
>You were going to hurry to the meeting point, but according to what you glean from Corruption’s memories, you still have ten minutes before you have to skedaddle to the meeting.
>Plenty of time to teach.
>There are ten ponies in chains, three of which are stallions.
>You’ve only just noticed it, but there’s this odd majority of females thing going on.
>You lower the ten ponies to the ground, thankful that there is just one unicorn with only a weak blast that she can’t aim with chains around her horn.
>You bring two males close to you and Rift, your marecock growing hard again.
>Confusion and fear burns in their eyes as they scream gibberish.
>Something like:
“Oh sweet Celestia, let us go!”
“That doesn’t belong on a mare!”
>And
“These chains are bound to chafe!”
>You ignore them.
> “Lesson one: Seduction! As demons, we are naturally attractive. I, more so, because no matter how I look, everybody finds me attractive.”
>Except in a few special cases.
> “Furthermore, we have pheromones. Try to pump as much as you can into the air as you make lewd poses. Every bit of DESIRE helps. Remember to cater to preferences. I don’t have to, but you do. Watch.”
>The chains pull the two stallions face to face, with you and Rift in between.
>You turn towards one of them and sit down, exposing your black dick and drooling cunt to him as you spread your legs.
 
>Your hooves stroke the veiny shaft as it grows larger until you can wrap your lips around it.
>Being the faggot/slut that you are, you start deepthroating your own dick in front of the stallion.
>After a few more strokes, you cum, and you ejaculate all over your face.
>You get back up, and stride over to the stallion, noting his own length and DESIRE is growing.
>And with your lips and face still covered in your own seed, you kiss him.
>Exploring his mouth with your tongue, the aphrodisiacs start to take effect.
>He’s putty in your hooves now.
>You pull away from the kiss and nod towards Rift to follow your lead.
>She nods and takes a different route.
>She swankily walks up to the other stallion, who’s still very scared and confused.
>And turns around, revealing her glistening sex.
>She uses her hoof to rub her rump and slowly move towards her cunt.
>And starts to masturbate, centimeters away from the stallions muzzle.
“Aaah~ Aaah~ AAAAANH!~”
>When she cums, a spray of feminine liquid jets into his face.
>How forward.
>She leans on her side sensually and looks at the stallion with bedroom eyes as she licks her wet hoof.
>Effective; she seems to have grasped the concept.
> “Good! Now for Lesson two: Being forward! Follow my lead.”
>You shove your vagina into your stallion’s face.
>Puzzled, Rift follows your lead and does the same.
>Now both of you are face to face, rumps in the air and faces close to the ground.
“Now what?”
> “Remember how it felt ‘wrong’ for you to do any of this? The same thing is for them. So, you have to force ponies into this position.”
>You turn your head to stare at the stallion behind him, his rigid erection a firm contrast to his scared face.
>Scaroused has never been more properly used as a description.
>The two are forced by your chains to dig their muzzles into your wet love-holes and both of you hum in pleasure.
> “Do you feel it, Rift? The DESIRE?”
“Yes, Anonymous! It’s…rising!”
 
 >Smiling, you bring your muzzle to hers in a kiss as you grind your pussies on the stallions’ faces.
>Your tongues intertwine in your mouths as you both hum contentedly.
>You separate and beam.
> “And lesson three: Sex! It’s just putting rod A into slot A, or slot A onto slot B, or…it’s varied.”
>You manipulate the chains until the stallions’ thick cocks are at your entrances.
>You tease your wanting cunts with the flares of the struggling stallions’ dicks, internally laughing at Rift biting her lip in anticipation.
>And the dicks enter as you both sigh happily.
>The stallions are struggling less as the spell cast on them starts to break.
>Soon enough they’re plunging their dicks into you on their own as you stare at Rift as she concentrates.
> “Pop Quiz!”
>You lift the stallion behind you and hover up so your big, black horsedick is in front of Rift.
>She immediately latches on and starts sucking at the sip and humming in pleasure.
>You feel the pre enter your wet hole and the spell almost breaking.
>A mischievous grin grows on your face.
>You lunge forwards, deepthroating your shaft into Rift.
“Ghhhrk!”
>Following your will, the chains lift both stallions in the air.
>Your colt has already fallen to lust and is holding your barrel as he hammers into your tight hole.
>His veiny shaft is inexperienced, but the want and dedication makes you drool in pleasure.
>Rift’s stallion is starting to slam into her harder as she is suspended by your spitroasting.
>She looks up to you with loving eyes as your hooves hold onto the back of her head.
“Ai wohve oo” She says with your cock in her mouth.
>And you climax.
>Rift’s mouth and pussy burst open with a flow of cum as your own pussy drool various sexual fluids.
>You let everyone down and kiss the top of Rift’s head.
 
> “You pass. Now take care of the others. You should be able to use your telekinesis to control the chains, but they’ll fade in about an hour. Break the spell on the others, and I suspect they’ll help you.”
>Rift nods as she licks the semen clean from her lips.
>You release the two colts, whose own lengths have popped back up at the sight of Rift licking herself clean.
> “You’ll help us break this spell, right?”
>They’re already touching themselves and nodding eagerly.
“I think we’ve got things covered.”
>Rift Tornrear is eager to please.
>You nod and leave your new succubus and two eager stallions to their work.
>A quick flight over to the meeting place gets you there right as two bipedal dogs creep out of the forest.
>Of course, a quick change, chains, and a you recreate Rift’s factors.
>Turns out, you can corrupt beings into demons, but there are conditions.
>They have to be willing.
>Which is, as it turns out, easy when you break the ancient spell, because at that point their sex drive that’s been accumulating for generations releases all at once.
>So it’s not just ponies, but all sapient species born in Equestria.
>This spell is powerful, far beyond what you can presently do.
>As for the second condition, you have to be having sex with them.
>Contracts don’t work.
>The magic seemed to take for a second, but dissipated.
>You suspect that originally, this corruption magic was supposed to work when the other party ‘broke’, but you’re lucky the conditions here allow you to tiptoe the line once more.
>It’s not like they become sex-crazed beasts, either.
>According to soulsight, they’re the same, except a lot hornier.
>The dog anatomy was overhyped in your opinion…
>But the newly rechristened Peanut and Butter, dog incubus and succubus, respectively, were obedient to your orders and promised to dig a hole where you could hide the others until you get back from the cave they told you about.
>They’re a lot like dogs.
>Very loyal, very simple.
>But all that…
>The doggy dick, the weird obsession with nibbling your ears as they mount you/get mounted, their loyalty, their simplicity…
>None of it really matters.
 
>You could detect something wrong with their bodies before they turned.
>They seemed half-dead somehow.
>You can’t help but feel there’s something else that’s wrong.
>Sure enough, when you come up on the entrance, you can get a better look at normal dogs by melding into the shadows.
>Matted fur, scabs, runny nose, sleepy eyes.
>Maybe they’re just ugly?
>No, the two guards are jumpy.
>Their pupils are dilated and they don’t stop scratching themselves.
>You thought hardcore drugs were completely foreign in this world.
>But here it is, in what most would consider the most sanctimonious place in the world.
>Knocking them out is easy: two small shadow bolts to their stomachs and they pass out.
>You prance over to them proudly.
>But you can’t just leave them out here.
>…
> “May you be cured of your afflictions.”
>Sure enough that worked.
>You feel your mana being depleted a tiny bit from the vast pool you’ve accumulated.
>Their unconscious bodies glow, as the scabs fall away, their fur gets more glossy, and their bodies fuller.
>Oof, with the before and after, you know something iffy is going on in that cave.
>And these diamond dogs are nothing more than disposable grunts, probably controlled by grunts.
>Shifting back into an innocuous pegasus, you don your unnoticeability charm you got in Chanam and take a deep breath.
>You meld back in the shadows and go into the cave.
>It’s like an ant’s maze in there.
>Tunnels go back and forth, up and down, intersecting and twirling about.
>Some parts are completely vertical, with claw marks indicating how the diamond dogs move about.
>Occasionally you’d stop as a Diamond dog passes by you, lantern in paw and pickaxe stained in dust and a brown substance on its shoulders.
>All of their eyes are sunken, hollow.
>You even saw one leading a pack of ponies bearing similar conditions.
>No chains.
 
>Without the dogs, they’d probably be lost forever in this absurd maze.
>And from what you see, they don’t need chains.
>Addiction has already got them.
>Avoiding the light of the torches, you find a secluded, locked room.
>Being a shadow, you can simply slip under the door.
>What you find inside is nothing more than a bunch of crates.
>Odd.
>Until you spot what’s written on the side.
‘CLASS S TRADABLE ITEM: PSYCHOSTIMULANT, HIGHLY ADDICTIVE/DEADLY’
>Every single one of the boxes said that.
>In smaller writing beneath, is written.
‘BEING FOUND IN POSSESSION OF THESE DRUGS IN THE FOLLOWING COUNTRIES/STATES/PRINCIPALITIES WILL RESULT IN EITHER INCARCERATION IN TARTARUS WITHOUT TRIAL, OR DEATH: Equestria, Holy Gryphon Empire, Prance, Neighpone, Germane, United Coalition of Costal Equatorial States (UCCES), Pirate Grotto, Nancy’s Tavern, Dragon Lands, and the vassal states or colonies of those mentioned above.’
>That’s pretty harsh, but understandable.
>In a world without magic, the damage of hardcore drugs can be minimized and corralled without any need for such harsh practices.
>But in a world where magic can be used by anyone in various forms, and gods walk around in mortal flesh?
>It’s a risk to get compromised, and even powerful magicians can be nothing more than slaves to their dealers.
>So pretty bad.
>Hell, the very fact that they’re marked as such could indicate there was a crisis because of these things.
>And who knows how bad they’d be if the drugs were infused with magic.
>You shudder and snarl.
>These things may even be able to affect you.
>You summon a dark flame and let it jet loose onto the boxes.
>It burns with such intensity, smoke doesn’t have a chance to be formed, and there’s nothing left but gray ashes.
>You let out a sigh of relief.
>And you slip back out.
 
>Following the paths randomly, you pass by a skulking dog before noting something strange.
>You almost left it behind, but years of going through dungeons in video games makes you investigate closer.
>A shadow is leading into a wall.
>But you don’t see it.
>How interesting.
>Going through the illusionary wall, you feel as if something is stopping you.
>But through brute force, you break through what turns out to be a spell array.
>The room doesn’t have treasure.
>It’s an open room with a hole in the ceiling that goes directly up outside.
>But whoever built this room was obsessed with time.
>Clocks lined the walls, hourglasses sat along the edges, marked candles shone on shelves, water jugs dripped from suspended ropes, and a giant sundial was in the middle of the room.
>But noting moved.
>The clocks showed the exact same time, but their pendulums were stuck mid-swing.
>Sand in the hourglasses suspended themselves in the air within, like tiny, glittering stars over immobile deserts in bottles.
>Marked candles shone and emitted heat, but did not flicker or melt the wax.
>The water jugs dripped water, but the water stood still.
>And the sundial, despite the fact the sun shone at noon, cast a long shadow.
>All of them marked the same time.
>Six o’clock.
>Of course, there’s no treasure to plunder, no adhesive to be found for your settlements…
>Just this eerie silence.
>Hmmm.
>You’re uncomfortable.
>Best leave.
>You slip back out and venture deeper into the grotto.
>You manage to make a rough map inside your head, but aside from the two rooms and a couple of shared lofts, there’s nothing of interest.
>No comment on the shitty living conditions.
>You’re already pretty pissed someone is forcing people to work in a mine, but the enslaving them with drugs and not even bothering to get a proper mat to sleep on or unrusted bucket to shit in sets a fire simmering underneath your calm demeanor.
 
>More and more people in the mines are passed as you stealthily peruse downwards.
>Until you find the treasure trove.
>From Corruption’s memory, it’s obvious she got gipped.
>She fawned over scraps while whoever controlled this operation lorded over hills of mithril and adamantium.
>And if the glittering on the walls of the room of the cave are of any indication, there used to be far more.
>A cruel, yet efficient operation that yields results that are almost as breathtaking as the callousness it takes to do such things?
>You’re beginning to suspect that Aevum is responsible for this.
>Deeper in the labyrinth you go, until you come up the greatest cavern of them all.
>It isn’t as large as the necromancer’s money trap, but it’s still impressive in the scale of its works.
>Hundreds of ponies were pulling carts full of metals as about a hundred Diamond Dogs mined into the ground.
>The sheer scale and efficiency was almost like a working machine.
>Dogs struck at the walls, clearing rock and ores in tandem.
>Unicorns and the few pegasi picked up the ores, dusted the off, and carefully placed them in a cart.
>Once a cart was filled, an earth pony would pull it towards a pile, where unicorns and smaller earth ponies chiseled and smelted out the impurities.
>You spot a few taking breaks to go towards the head of it all.
>On the ledge overlooking it all, stands what looks to be a mare.
>What is left of her purple coat was patchy, and bits of metal jutted out of her in some sort of freakish terminator/Frankenstein manner.
>Her horn is bulbous, soldered with wires and extended by a sharp point of adamantium.
>Intricate, mismatched, metal wings adorn her back.
>And her soul…
>Is really fucked up.
>A long time ago, it might have passed as normal, but it is twisted and ripped.
>She hates what she does, but believes it is for a just cause.
>And the pain her metal bits give her…
 
>She takes some weird type of pride into that.
>She guards a pouch on her neck, and every time someone approaches her, she passes a tiny bit of white stuff, which they immediately snort.
>There’s no saving her.
>You shift out of the shadows and aim a bolt of dark magic at the back of her head.
>With a small apology, you fire.
>!
>She…
>She deflected it!
>In one swift moment, her wing rotated 180 degrees and struck the bolt out of the air.
>She turns around and glares at you, both of her eyes replaced by red lenses.
“The rest of you, don’t slack off! I’ve got an intruder to take care of.”
>The lenses zoom onto you and she sneers.
>Oh, fuck, she can see you.
>Maybe the charm doesn’t work on cyborgs?
“Pegasus, you’ve made the worst mistake of your life.”
>She crouches and leaps over to you, her metal wings cutting apart stalactites besides her.
>Panicking, you send a few more bolts her way, but this time, they’re blocked by a silver-magenta shield.
>Time to make a tactical retreat.
>You gallop back up the cave and feel something hit your flank.
>Gritting through the searing pain, you heal yourself and keep galloping.
>But her voice carries throughout the cave.
“You can’t escape me, pegasus. Nothing escapes from Paradox.”
>You hide in a dark corner and wait, making sure not to breathe.
“Hiding from me is useless. I was outfitted with so many mana circuits that nothing can escape me, and no magic can hit me by surprise. Although I am curious how you can use magic. Perhaps Aevum will allow me to dissect you.”
>Her tone was placid until she mentioned Aevum, where it turned soft.
>You grit your teeth.
>This bastard again!
>Just as she approaches you leap out and send a hoof flying into her jaw.
>Except she stops it.
>Your entire body is encompassed in a glow as she holds you firm.
 
“Surprise attacks won’t work on me. I could sense your presence. Not to mention a variety of other factors. The equipment I wear to replace my own weak, unworthy body is a prototype created by the great Aevum. The only one better equipped would be Aevum himself.”
>That’s right, you chide yourself.
>He did sense you when you were in the ship.
>This mithril mare suit would explain it.
“Now come, we have much to learn.”
>Not yet bitch!
>Concentrating on your magic, you blow flames in her face, surprising her enough to loosen her telekinetic grip on you, which you escape through your own magic blast.
>A shield popped up to block the dark fire, but you’re lucky she flinched.
>You gallop away again.
>That punch and escape took a lot out of your mana reserves.
>You still have about two-thirds what you originally had, so you book it.
>But Paradox is in no hurry.
>You hear her hoofsteps slowly trotting in your direction.
>How does she know where you are?
>No matter how far you go, how many twists and turns you take, her hoofsteps reach you eventually.
>You have no doubt that making a serious attempt to exit the cavern would end up with her doing some complete bull.
>Like teleporting.
>You can tell.
>She isn’t like the necromancer or Glasgow.
>Everything about this mine was done meticulously, with an organization without flaws.
>No way would she leave anything up to chance.
>Most likely, she’s waiting for you to tire yourself out.
>So it’s best to pretend she has the complete environmental advantage rather than making your way to the exit and tipping anything off.
>Time to use your new favorite trick!
>Since brute force doesn’t work, then a confusing ambush should do the trick.
>Now to find a place with a lot of chances for contingency plans.
>You find a suitably open area and set yourself up.
>Plenty of outcroppings, shadows, a crumbled stalagmite and a massive stalactite looming above.
 
>You slip into the shadows and wait.
>The incessant trotting comes closer and closer.
“Oh? How odd. I know you’re in here. The tracer spell I infused with that first bolt hasn’t worn off. But I can’t detect you.”
>You silently curse.
>That’s how!
“Come on, there’s no escape. I could track you, and even if you get close to the exit, I would head you off before you get close. And you’ve seen how effective your interesting magic was.”
>You scowl and jump out sending a bolt directly at her face.
>She easily deflects it with a wing, but doesn’t see the chain flying in from behind her.
>A shield automatically deflects it as she shakes her head.
“Distractions for your magic attacks are useless. The circuits automatically block all”—
CRASH!
>She didn’t notice the massive fucking stalactite that you broke off.
>You let out a sigh of relief.
>She said magic attacks.
>A small flaw in her armor; seems it was built against magic, and she became too reliant on it.
>The rubble rumbled.
>Oh please no.
>You duck and cover as the rocks explode outwards in a flash of purple.
“Although your tactic was clever, it was futile. I am Paradox. I have no beginning nor an end, born from the Original, forever stuck in a loop. Ageless. Immortal. To kill me would be to break one of the fundamental laws of time.”
>What the fuck kind of Mary Sue bullshit is this?
>You decide to nope the fuck out and hop into a shadow once more.
>Paradox frowns.
“Oh no, you don’t.”
>Her horn flares and light flows throughout the cave.
>You’re ejected out of the dissipating shadow in confusion.
>A stream of light spreads throughout the cave, illuminating everything, leaving no shadows.
>What the fuck.
>You’ve almost running on empty, and she cut out your easy escape route.
>She makes your puny magic seem like nothing more than sparklers and bangers to her twenty pounds of C4!
 
“No shadows to hide in, no place to run, no way to defeat me. Do the smart thing and give up. Maybe Aevum will give you his blessing as he did to me.”
>You get up and gallop away, her sigh still reaching your ears.
“I have all the time in the world. You don’t. Eventually you will grow hungry, you will grow tired, you will get sloppy.
>So she wants to play mind games, huh?
>You’re not the only one who can get sloppy.
>Or play dirty.
>You make sure you’re far away as you continue galloping, keeping your soulsight on Paradox at all times.
> “You keep saying Aevum this and Aevum that, but you do realize he’s a pretty awful pony, right?”
>She doesn’t show it on the surface, but deep within, she’s bristled.
“Although everything we do seems awful, it is for the greater good. Furthermore, how can you claim to know of Aevum?”
>You snort loudly as you keep running through the tunnels, an idea forming as you run in seemingly random directions.
> “I know a lot about the asshole. I know that he used a necromancer to subjugate the Plains to gather some sort of blue life energy.”
>A spike of both interest and fear appears inside Paradox.
>You keep running down the tunnels, narrowing your scope to a particular area.
>It’s a risky gamble, but it seems to be the only way to win this one.
> “I know about the corsair he employed to breed, presumably for MORE life energy.”
>The fear is growing.
> “And now I know that he needs a lot of mithril and adamantium, probably to create a machine powered by life force to do something massive.”
>Paradox has hints of panic, but says nothing.
> “But best of all? I broke the life force container, I took apart that corsair crew, and now I’m going to defeat you.”
>Panic and fear turns into anger.
“You…How DARE YOU?!”
>Her soul disappears and reappears further down the tunnel in front of you.
>You immediately turn away and smirk.
 
“I understand why you would hate him for all that, but to destroy his work?! I was once like you, even though he saved me from my loop! Prideful, unconquerable, unmoving!”
>She teleports once more in front of you, but you turn before you run into her again.
“But even as he hurt me with the prototypes, he was gentlecoltly and kind, apologizing and talking to me about what he had sacrificed. What he intends to do! And I grew to admire him.”
>Every sentence is punctuated by a teleport, and she seems to be herding you exactly where you need to be.
>You can’t help but notice how powerful Stockholm syndrome can be.
“He will remake the world, remake it better! No more time loops, no more pirates, no more liars and thieves! No more murderers, no more monsters, and no more dragons! A perfect world, in perfect harmony! One that my Original would strive for!”
>As she monologues, you’re in position and work quickly.
>You’ve only got about ten minutes before she reaches you.
>Quickly transforming into your new Diamond dog form, you set the trap.
“You’re pacing now, you’re scared. You realize you’re cornered. You, who has not known the extent of Aevum Emit Sisto’s kindness. His honesty to both himself and those he has wronged.”
>She’s getting closer.
“His generosity to those that help him. His laughter in the face of impossibility.”
>You’ve just finished your last gamble and turn back into a pegasus as Paradox rounds the corner in front of you.
“His loyalty to the family he had lost. And the incredible magic he holds.”
>Why does it feel like she did a thing?
“It must be fate that your journey to stop him ends here, where I began to help him.”
>You stepped back out of range of her telekinesis, mimicking a scared expression.
>She placidly takes a few more steps forwards until—
> “It isn’t fate.”
“Excuse me?”
> “I said: it isn’t fate. Or coincidence.”
 
>Jets of flame erupt from your back hooves into the tunnel you dug earlier, heating the air inside until…
PENG!
>It escaped where it could: right beneath a lever.
>Superheated air erupts from the ground beneath Paradox’s hooves, catapulting her into the illusionary wall.
>And into the room.
>Her comment is what cinched it.
>If it began for her here, then Aevum must have pulled her out of her ‘loop’ here.
>So she can be put back in.
>You walk through the wall and see Paradox struggling, as if she were trapped in molassess.
“Yooooooooouuuuuu plaaaaaaaaannnnnned thiiiiiiiiiissssss?”
>She’s trying to escape, but everything in the room starts to move again.
>You decided to speed it up before she can make her way out.
>And just for shock factor…
>You shift back into your original form and her eyes widen slowly.
“Deeeeeemmmoooooon Aaawwwaaachuuuuu?!”
>She seems to mistake you for someone else.
> “Nope,” you say as you reach up to a pendulum and push it along with a small tap. “I’m Anonymous.”
>And the clocks start spinning faster as Paradox goes slower…
>Until there’s nothing left but a still figure that dissipates into nothingness.
>Her armor and drug pouch clatter to the ground.
>You could leave everything as is…
>But you honestly don’t want to deal with pony terminator ever again.
>You nab the pouch and burn everything else in the room.
>Turning back into a pegasus, you made your way back to the cavern you found Paradox in.
>But first…
>In the treasure room, you manage to transport half of the riches to the storage unit in Haven.
>There’s still enough left for everybody.
>You nod contently and get to the cavern.
>The miners look at you with dead eyes as you raise up the pouch.
> “Paradox is gone. If you want what’s in the pouch, gather everybody and get them to the exit.
>All at once they drop their tools and unhitch themselves and begin shuffling towards you.
>You’re going to fix this.
 
>At the exit, you let them go out one by one, repeating the same phrase over and over.
> “May you be cured of your afflictions.”
> “May you be cured of your afflictions.”
> “May you be cured of your afflictions.”
>…
>On and on, it continues.
>And every time, you’re drained a bit further, adding onto the massive drain on your mana those full-power blows had taken from you.
>At some point your demonic flesh begins to burn at your hoof as you bless them, yet you continue.
>The cured stare at you in amazement as you wince, unwilling to waste energy to heal yourself before curing the others.
>At three hundred, boils have ruptured all over your hoof and you’re bleeding black.
>At four hundred you’re exhausted and your entire right foreleg is bleeding all over
>And when you’re done with the five hundred and twelfth, you collapse on the ground.
>With a shaking hoof, you concentrate on keeping your appearance the same and summoning a flame to burn the drug pouch into nothingness.
>The ponies and dogs alike stare at you in amazement, marveling over their cured forms.
“Miss…how can we possibly repay you?”
>You shake your head.
> “It was the right thing to do.”
>And instantly, you feel better.
>Lighter.
>As if you had reached enlightenment.
>You suddenly know why.
>Apparently, you’ve done enough selfless deeds for your blessing to grow.
>Whereas demons grow strength short-term through consistency, angel blessings apparently work in periods of stagnancy and exponential growth.
>In gamer terms, it’s comparing leveling up via stacking your mana bar that doubles as an experience bar versus sudden, quick growths through consistent, unrewarded effort.
>So level up versus evolution.
>You still have virtually no energy, but you know your blessings will be far more powerful.
>You even have minor matter manipulation, so long it’s non-lethal.
>Struggling to your hooves you address your audience.
 
> “For those who want to go back to Mareami, go, and tell them about this mine. For those who feel as if they won’t be able to fit in society anymore, those who have nothing left in Mareami or even Equestria, those who are willing to go through many trials for a place where you can belong, follow me.”
>They look at you with a variety of emotions varying from hope and admiration to sorrow and indecision.
>In the end, little over a hundred ponies and dogs decide to follow you, while the rest trek to Mareami.
>You wave them goodbye and limp, too tired to fly, a nervous crowd following you.
>You find your demons and a sweaty dozen of ponies that reeked of sex.
>The crowd is apprehensive at the sight of the horns, and more so their previous captors, but you assuage them.
> “They know their wrongs, and we will decide a proper punishment when we get to Haven.”
>Curious, they keep quiet and you ask them to make sure everyone is touching each other.
>Blip!
>You’re here.
>They all gaze in amazement at the sight of the city before them.
>The energy in your realm replenishes and heals you.
>You tell them to sit still and you’ll get the immigration forms out.
>Most don’t hear you, their mouths agape at everything, despite how much smaller it is than Mareami.
>Maybe because the buildings are massive.
>You rush over to your home and to your console.
>You immediately create two new buildings, directly on the road.
>One in the north and one in the south, both identical.
>Top floor will be for portals in separate rooms.
>The hallway that connects them all leads to a staircase to the second floor, where a receptionist will be waiting.
>The path splits right and left, the left path wrapping around through three big rooms leading back into the right path downstairs and outside.
 
>You stop to think a bit and split the last rom in two, but with entrances and exits side by side.
>You form something completely new as well.
>Of course, there’s no receptionists yet, but you think Peanut and Butter will do just fine.
>You fly back to them and enjoy the sight of their astonished expressions.
>A building just appeared in front of them, after all.
>It looks strange, being a box on a pair of stilts in the middle of a field.
>But it fulfills its intended purpose.
> “Come on up, we’ll get you guys settled.”
>You walk up the ramp and into the building.
>The others tentatively follow, spouting questions all the while.
>They gather in front of you as you use the receptionist desk as a soapbox.
> “I’m sure you have a lot of questions. I can’t answer them all, but I can take care of a few. Where we are is Haven, an entirely different plane.”
>The are impressed mutterings and gasps from a few of the ponies, mostly unicorns.
> “There are already about forty residents, so it’s only a small town now. I hope that we can change that. Food is readily available in the crops, and for the dogs, there’s a forest you can hunt in. Unfortunately, none of this is free.”
>They hold their breaths.
> “You will be indebted…but you can pay it off whenever you want, with no interest.”
>They let out their breaths, afraid they’d been tricked.
> “You’ll have to pay it off if you want to emigrate out, so now’s your last chance if you want to go back. Any takers?”
>There is some more whispering, but they all stand firm.
> “Okay, cool. Now that we’re starting a burgeoning society, it’s time to explain how the money here works. You will find it strange, among other things, but remember, we’re quite literally in another world.”
 
>You hold up four different colored, diamond-shaped plates.
>They stack comfortably in your hoof and you pick up the red one first.
> “The red one is what everyone starts with. It represents your debt. When you buy something, with nothing else to offer, you will accumulate debt. One red token is worth one-hundred orange tokens, but it’s the only time you’ll be directly given one. This is the price of citizenship, which comes with housing, healthcare, free food, and no taxes.”
>The crowd seems a bit apprehensive at first.
>But when you mention the advantages, their eyes bug out and jaws drop.
> “However, if you accumulate a debt of over one hundred red tokens, you’ll be forced to work it off. Not in some bad conditions, mind you.”
>Some of them may like the pen.
>A mare raises her hoof.
>You point to her.
“Uh, yes? How do we get rid of debt?”
> “Smart cookie. I’ll get to that in second. But rest assured, it is possible for you to get rid of your debt on your first day here.”
>The are sounds of surprise and merry chattering.
> “As for this token—”
>They quiet down and you hold up the orange token.
> “This is the orange token. If you have nothing to offer, you will be given at most ten tokens. But it’s more likely to be in the one to five token range. And now for the green token!”
>You show off the green plate.
> “This is what you’re paid with. The natives of this plane don’t need such things, but if you want material goods, you’ll want some. And not just goods. You get these by working or through odd jobs.”
>Like hoof jobs, blow jobs…
> “You get a hundred, and it’s worth one blue token. Interestingly, the jobs you guys can take to pay off your red token can be done as many times as you’d like.”
>There are a lot of raised eyebrows.
 
> “Here’s the kicker; get a hundred blue tokens, and you get to make a wish to the creator of this plane. If it is not detrimental to anyone and within her power, she will grant it. And considering she created this plane…”
>You let the implications hang in the air.
>Suddenly, a lot of them seem quite eager to get tokens.
“So what do we have to do?”
>A surprisingly eloquent dog asks.
> “First things first. I’ll need to get you guys to follow me into this waiting room. I’ll call you in, do a quick bit of questions about yourself and clean you of any contagious diseases or powerful spells.”
>You do a quick count of them and find a total of 124 of them.
>67 mares, most of which are earth ponies and unicorns.
>23 stallions, weird ratio.
>12 male dogs and 11 female dogs.
>You’re oddly impressed how quickly you can count now.
>You lead them to the first waiting room.
> “We’ll start with females first. Don’t worry, you’ll find this to be quite quick. Time in the next room moves faster than out here. Sixty times faster, in fact.”
>One hour in there, one minute out here.
> “Now get in line, it should take less than fifteen minutes to go through all of you.”
>You stop Peanut, Butter, and Rift from entering.
> “You three should go outside and meet your brethren. I’ll explain your duties to you later.”
>You point towards the exit on the right and they do as they’re told.
>Entering the waiting room, you spot a circle of them glaring at the eleven you’d released from the spell outside.
>Looks like they can’t quite forgive and forget.
>The eleven of them are fidgeting, in equal parts nervousness and horniness.
>Like virgins!
>Except they might actually get mauled.
> “Woah, woah! Calm down. I understand there’s some resentment, but look at the sign.”
>You point to the list of rules you’d placed in the room.
 
>It outlines the value of tokens and benefits of living in Haven, as you said prior.
>It even has a red token dispenser below it, doubling as a numbered ticket for these two rooms.
>You’re quite proud of the idea.
>But it also lists the rules.
>Get in line, come up when the buzzer sounds, and no fighting.
>Simple.
“Miss, we get that you want to protect them, but they’ve done so many bad things. Why would you invite them here?”
>The mare that speaks up seems to be their de facto leader.
> “I know that you’re afraid they’ll hurt you. Some wounds never heal, but ponies can change. I’m hoping they’ll turn over a new leaf. There will be punishments, but I won’t take away their rights just because of a spur-of-the-moment flare of anger. I’ve been locked up before, treated as nothing more than a slave. And I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”
>After a bit of personal perspective, the ponies kicked the ground guiltily.
> “Now take a token, so we can get going. A number will appear on top, which indicates your place in the line. Let the accused go first, so I can tell them of the consequences of their actions.”
>You walk through the door and settle yourself down.
>Relaxing, you release your form and lean comfortably back in your chair.
>On the desk is another computer, holographic display and everything.
>There’s footage of the three rooms the interview room is connected to, but it’s incredibly slow.
>You spot the elven slowly making their way to the dispenser and taking their numbers, before getting in order.
>A minute for them, an hour for you.
>It’s agonizingly slow, but the most efficient solution.
>You’ll add a time acceleration slider when you get back to the console.
>You smirk.
>Hopefully by then, you’ll have a lot more demons.
>Of course, you’re not going to corrupt them.
>Except maybe the first eleven, if their souls show no sign of willingness to change.
 
>Either way, every one of them is going to give you a demon.
>You giggle happily and start touching yourself at the thought of creating 121 more children.
>It’s not like you really have a choice.
>If you don’t get more demons, you won’t get stronger.
>Paradox nearly kicked your shit in, mostly because you thought you were a BAMILF with magic.
>So more demons means more DESIRE.
>And a larger Haven, to house more non-demons, to create more demons and produce more pure DESIRE.
>Plus, they were about to outnumber the demons, so you put in place a system that would make sure the natives are always in the majority.
>Hooray for your C in American History!
>Oh, the first one is going to come in.
>Very.
>Very.
>Very.
>Slowly.
>You put a reminder to definitely add a slider for time acceleration.
.
>Be Typeface.
>Up and coming journalist of Mareami!
>At least you would be, if you weren’t foalnapped while investigating the disappearances.
>Speaking of which, the last of the criminals just walked in.
>Was it just you, or was her rump really shiny?
>Maybe she’s a nervous sweater.
>And you’re really impressed by how little time it takes for each interview to take.
>This pegasus mare sure is efficient, and wasn’t lying about the time thing.
>If you had your notepad, you’d be taking notes.
>Stupid you lost it and your hat in the mines.
>You shudder at the thought.
>Good thing that mare was there to help you!
>You’re still marveling at the memory of her taking out the impurities in your bodies.
>She’s too good for this world, wanting to save those ponies after having gone through such a thing.
Bzzzzzzt!
>Your turn!
>Maybe you can ask a few questions of your own.
>You push the revolving door and feel as if everything got slower around you for a second before entering the room.
>And you pause for a second at the sight.
>Sitting at the desk was some sort of weird, flat-faced minotaur.
 
>You blush and look away at the sight of her dark red nipples.
>Don’t they usually cover up their teats?
>But when you spot her tail and legs, you realize that she’s completely different.
>And quite beautiful, you admit to yourself.
“Oh, it’s you. I guess you wanted to make sure I was okay after the others?”
>Her voice is the same!
>It can’t be…?
“Right, I neglected to mention…Hi, I’m Anonymous. And this is my true form. I walked around as a pegasus to make you guys feel more comfortable.”
>What?
>Now you have more questions!
> “But…why? How? What?”
>She nods and hits keys on a complicated-looking typewriter.
>You wonder if you can buy one for yourself with bigger keys.
>How many tokens would that cost?
“You’re confused, but curious. As for those questions, I helped you because I hate it when people take away the freedoms of other people. I believe we should all make our own choices without being stopped, so long it doesn’t’ hurt anybody. As for how and what, I’m a bit of a special case, and hold a variety of powers, such as creation of this plane. You’ve never heard of my species, but I’m a type of demon, different from others. I suppose you can call my kind Havenian Demons.”
>Your jaw drops.
>This is…
>So much information!
>You need a paper, A PAPER!
“And another reason why I hid myself?”
>She giggles adorably.
“Because I love the expression everyone makes when I tell them this.”
>You close your mouth and blink a few times.
>Not what you’d expect from a being that could create entire dimensions and cure addictions.
>She seems so…down to earth and patient, while mischievous and smart.
>Wait…
> “If you’re so strong, why did it hurt you so much to heal us?”
“You’re a smart one, too!”
 
>She types something one the keys and smiles as she answers you.
“The best answer I can come up with is that I was a fish out of water at the time. In here, the mana that powers me is resplendent and always available. But I have to go through other means to power myself on your plane. Not just that, but Paradox was far stronger than I had anticipated. Not every day you get to fight a literal immortal.”
>Paradox was immortal?!
>What the buck!
>Then how did she win?
“But enough about me, we’re here to talk about you.”
>Oh.
>Right.
> “Heheh, sorry.”
“You were curious, I understand. Now…your name?”
> “Typeface! Sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier.”
>She waves her hand nonchalantly as she types.
“What did you do before you were taken, and what does your cutie mark represent?”
> “Journalist, and my expertise in newswriting!”
>You say proudly.
“Good, I need somebody to lead the entertainment industry. I think you’ll like what I have available. And if you were to gather one hundred blue tokens, what would you wish for?”
>You’re struck dumb.
>What would you wish for?
>Before you can help yourself you say it.
> “That typewriter.”
>Anonymous pauses for a moment.
>Before laughing and slapping the table.
“You’re a good pony, Typeface. Final question: Is there any part of any society you’ve encountered that you don’t like?”
>You frown.
>This one is deep.
> “In Mareami, I hated and tried to expose the corruption and shady dealings. I’ve personally witnessed the harm they inflict on citizens. And in Canterlot, everything is nice and clean, but there’s this oppressive atmosphere whenever you’re in the noble areas. Celestia has got them on tight reins, but a few nobles slip through the cracks to hurt others and get away with it.”
“Okay. Thanks for the information. Now, I’ve already checked you, you’re free of diseases, but you’ve got something else.”
 
>You feel a spike of fear bury itself in your heart.
> “What is it?”
“A mind-alteration spell. I usually try to break it forcibly, but now that we’re in my realm, we can do it more civilly.”
> “Wait, a mind-alteration spell? What? Since when have I had it? And if I remove it, will I become a different pony?”
“You’re thinking a lot into this. Honestly, I’m no expert. One thing is for sure, you’ll have more cravings, but how much those cravings change /you/ is up to you. I haven’t gotten to a point where I can see the effects without the spell short of hitting the ground running with the cravings at full force. If you want, we can proceed.”
>You’re conflicted, but you’re more curious.
> “Do it.”
>She nods and hits a button on her desk.
“Without bringing up the cravings to break the spell, the only way I could think of to get rid of the spell would be to slowly repress Equestrian magic. It may get a bit uncomfortable, but it’s a lot better than chemo.”
>She was right.
>It’s decently uncomfortable, and you feel your magic slowly shrinking and disappearing.
>But as it disappears, a warmth begins to rise up.
>Your cheeks, your snout, your ears.
>Your special area.
>Are you sweating there?
>That’s never happened before.
>Slowly, slowly…
>Until you feel something break.
> “I’m feeling a bit hot…very hot actually. But that’s it. Am I supposed to be feeling this hot?”
>Your magic slowly comes back but the warmth doesn’t disappear.
“Do you remember the questions I asked you?”
> “Sure. You asked for my name, my job, my cutie mark. And my wish. Can I change it to know what this warmth is? I feel like I want…something.”
>She nods.
“And are you still you?”
>You tilt your head.
>You remember your family, your time in Canterlot, your foalnapping in Mareami…
>You feel the same about them as you did before.
 
>But now you want something.
>You’d like to know what so you can satisfy yourself.
>You tell Anonymous that and she beams.
“So you’re still yourself, but you’re really horny.”
>Horny?
> “But I’m an earth pony.”
>She smiles and laughs.
“Figure of speech. From what I can tell, someone cast a spell on Equestria itself, to repress these urges you’re feeling. What you’re feeling is several lifetimes worth of DESIRE. Magic sure is funny like that.”
> “Desire for what? It’s like an itch I can’t scratch!”
> Leaves her desk and sits besides you.
>You knew she was beautiful before, but now…
>You want…her?
>She trails a finger through your mane, and a warm, happy sensation follows it beneath your coat.
>You shudder in delight.
>Your sweatiness from your special place increases.
>Anonymous leans in close, close enough for her breath to send shivers down your spine.
>Her lips peck your neck and you hum at the feeling.
“How does it feel? Good, right?”
> “Marvelous.” You purr. “But…isn’t it only what special someponies do?”
“It doesn’t have to be. It’s natural, it feels good…why not people helping each other out? And did you ever feel this good before?”
>She’s right.
>You had a coltfriend once, before you decided to pursue your career.
>You kissed on your anniversaries and holidays, but it never felt like this.
>It was mostly nervous pecks and a feeling of love…but nothing else.
>Maybe if you felt like this when you touched, you would have tried to make your career near him.
>Her delicate hands run across your undercarriage, making you wiggle in delight.
> “How could-Ahn-anypony cast a spell-Ahn- to stop all of this? This…this…passion?”
>Anonymous shrugs as her hand makes its way to your special place.
“No idea. But it’s nice, right?”
>You nod as her hands separate your folds.
>You bite your lip and moan as her two middle fingers rub your insides as the two outer fingers rub your lower lips.
 
>It feels so good, you don’t care if she’s female.
“Typeface.”
>You face her and find your mouth enveloped in her own.
 >The feeling of your tongues exploring each others’ mouths, feeling her exotic canines as her hand worked into your wet hole faster and faster.
>It’s electrifying.
>You close your eyes and feel her other hand reaching for your belly.
>For your?
>She pinches your teat and something wells up inside you.
> “MMMMM!”
>You feel your walls squeeze the fingers inside you as a feeling of pleasure erupts throughout you.
>You break free of your kiss and ask.
> “What…huff…was…huff…that?”
“Congrats on your first climax, Typeface. How was it?”
>Fantastic, amazing, unforgettable.
>You want to say all of that but you notice something in between her legs.
>It looks like a stallion’s…
>Anonymous notices you staring and points to it.
“Oh this? Your DESIRE affected my body. Do you want to see how it feels?”
>You have to know.
>You swallow and nod.
>You put your rear in the air as Anonymous strokes her length.
>She gets close to you and teases the tip around your wet hole.
“I’ll start slow.”
>She pierces your entrance with a long, slow, thrust.
>The whole thing makes you feel full for the first time in your life.
>It stimulates your insides and you clench your teeth to prevent yourself from screaming in pleasure.
>This
>Is
>So
>Right!
> You find yourself leaning into the thrusts and you want more.
> “Harder.”
>She obliges, gently rubbing your cutie marks.
>The feeling is rising again, but you want more.
> “Harder”
>Anonymous starts going faster the turgid length filling you out completely as her flesh slaps against yours.
> “HARDER!”
>Anonymous goes into a frenzy, clenching your plump rear as if she were holding onto dear life.
>But it makes you feel wanted, loved, even with those silly faces you’re making as your tongue hangs out of your open mouth and your eyes roll back.
 
 “Do you want to bear my child?”
>And the thought fills you…
>Being so pleased with the sigh of yourself, rotund, lactating as you get rammed, you smile giddily.
> “Yes! YES! I want your child! Make me pregnant!”
>She grabs onto your rump harder and you feel something warm and sticky fill you up.
>A strange magic flares and you feel yourself bloat as your abdomen swells.
>Your crotchtits grow to the size of cantaloupes and start lactating, squirting milk like from kinks in a hose.
>You sigh contently, lean back on your rump wet with fluids, and rub your belly, the feeling of your hooves touching new life brining a sense of satisfaction.
 > “I knew doing that could get you pregnant, but not this fast.”
>Anonymous does that adorable giggle again.
“You don’t really have an education on this, huh?”
>You shake your head shamefully.
“That’s just a part of my race’s abilities. And it’s called having sex. Did you enjoy it?”
>You nod ecstatically as you rub your belly softly.
> “But I’m not sure if I’m ready to support a foal.”
>Anonymous rubs your pregnant stomach, where your child is, making you doubly happy.
“Don’t worry, they grow up quick. As in, you’ll give birth in an hour and they’ll grow up in another ten minutes.”
>That’s fast.
>Maybe too fast.
> “How will I get to know the joy of raising a child?”
>Her expression softens and she sits next to you again, her soft rump feeling warm against yours.
>She pets your mane and you beam.
“If you’re a good pony, our child love you. You’re treading new ground, Typeface. The others were born in the place I told you about.”
>You shudder at the thought of what could imprison Anonymous.
“They don’t like their sires, but they’re devoted to me, their siblings, and all those I try to protect.”
>She kisses you on the cheek and you flush as you find yourself wanting her again.
 
“As for raising a child…you can find any stallion, mare, gryphon or otherwise to share your life with here. Or even several of them, if you choose. As I said before, it’s your freedom, and I’m not going to obscure your choice.”
>That’s open of her.
>But you really need to do something.
> “I need to write about my experiences! Where can I buy a typewriter like yours?”
>She beams and answers.
“At the general store. But first, you might want to wait a bit until the child is born. As for the red token…”
>She takes your token and shakes your hoof.
“Congratulations on becoming a citizen of Haven!”
>She points to one of the revolving doors.
“You can wait for me to finish up. I’ll see you in an hour.”
>You walk through the revolving door, belly full and cumbersome.
>Passing through the door, you feel time shift again and see only three mares in the room.
>All three are pregnant, their crotchtits swollen and leaking as their own special places twitch and sweat.
>One of them is liking at another’s wet hole while humming happily.
>The third is touching herself as she watches.
>You think you would have been heartbroken, but now…
>Your views on relationships changed.
>Something so integral to love was taken from ponies, and now you’re all feeling the brunt of it when it was rightfully returned.
>Sex with one pony, once in a lifetime, cannot compare to that.
>You have needs now, cravings.
>It’s only right that you help one another out.
>And pregnancy is an extra bonus to sex.
>But where are the other mares?
>You sit next to the mare touching herself and ask.
“Weren’t there more of you? What happened to them?”
>She keeps gliding her hoof across her entrance and answers.
“I saw a couple of them pass through here, but they looked different. They looked like Anonymous, and even their cutie marks changed!”
 
>She looks at you and looks back down.
“Anonymous told me that she could tell I regretted what I’d done. I was trying to help my own family with the pay, but it seems like I got too into it. I’ve got sisters and a brother to take care of, but after I started, I couldn’t bear to face them. She told me I should apologize, but I don’t think that can excuse what I’d done.”
>She must have judged the others as guilty, and changed them.
>Evidently, they’re not the same ponies; their cutie marks changed!
>So it means this one is telling the truth.
>Someone who can change a pony’s entire being, down to their soul, wouldn’t be deceived by mere spoken lies.
> “What’s your name?”
“Spokefast. You?”
> “Typeface.”
>You hold out your hoof and shake her free hoof.
> “Honestly, I can’t forgive you for what you’d done yet. But I’m willing to try if Anonymous has. So how about I help you and you help me?”
>She looks sad at first, but when you tell her you want to try, she cracks a wide smile.
>You lean down on your side and Spokefast does the same.
>Your rotund bellies are now rubbing against each other as you stare at each other’s special places.
>But seeing those crotchtits leaking on the ground, you must have a taste.
>Latching on to her nipple, she gasps.
>Licking the nipple in your mouth a few times before sucking on it sends waves of pleasure throughout Spokefast.
>The milk enters your mouth and tastes sweet and refreshing.
>You let go and smack your lips.
> “You taste really good!”
> You feel her tentatively lick your own nipples, causing you to shudder.
>The warmth of her mouth encloses one of your tits and you lose yourself in the feeling as milk spurts out of you.
>Another pregnant mare walks in and decides to attend to the needs of another.
“You taste good, too.” Spokefast says. “But can you get my wet pussy? I’m feeling really horny.”
>There’s no cat there.
 
>Maybe she means her special place?
>Maybe they have more names for it here.
>You lean up, causing your abdomens to rub against one another sensually.
>Licking her ‘pussy’ causes her to shiver before you feel something wet lick at your own.
 >You moan into her love hole as it winks at you.
“Are you, nhf going to aim for, mfm, that wish?” Spokefast asks into your pussy, her breath making your coat stand on end.
> “I dunno, ah~. If it means getting impregnated by Anonymous a hundred times, I—Yes, right there--wouldn’t mind.”
“But, nnnnnm, it’s bound to be harder to get her to fuck you. She’s a busy leader.”
>Within a couple minutes, the room is filled with pregnant mares and a couple dogs pleasing one another, talking, or in your case, both.
>But you don’t mind.
>Anonymous can be everypony’s special somepony.
 
>Be Anonymous.
>You’ve just finished going balls-deep in a psychologist.
>After you got her nice and round, she insisted you give her another dicking, to ‘establish a control.’
>You obliged, and she trots off happily saying she’s going to write a paper on what she’s learned.
>So that’s a total of 78 mares and dogs impregnated.
>Which just leaves being impregnated 35 times by the males.
>You talked to them all and dealt with the females while sending off the males in the other waiting room.
>After having released the spell.
>You explained it calmly to them, and left them simmering in horniness in the next room.
>Shifting into your pegasus form, you stroll into the male room.
>They all stare at you.
> “I’ve explained everything to you except how to get tokens. Well, here’s how you can start. Fuck me until I’m with child, and your debt is cleared.”
>Their eyes pop open.
> “First one to impregnate me wins an additional blue token!”
>You turn around and lift your horsepussy into the air.
 
>They’re slow at first, but they quickly get in line and the first dick plunges into your neglected cunt.
>This is bliss.
>An hour of being trained and hopping into the interview room to give birth, and all of the males are done.*
>You acquainted yourself with each new demon after they were born, naming each after a tree.
>From Acacia, Ash, and Aspen…
>All the way down to Yew, Yucca, and Zelkova.
>You take their tokens and tell them to wait outside.
>After that, you’re there to help with the births of your other children.
>This time, they were named after flowers.
>Aster, Bells, Calla…Sunflower, Tulip, and Waxflower.
>Thank you, new eidetic memory!
>After leading everyone down the staircase and back onto the road, you motion for the four ex-captors to stand in front of everyone.
> “Some of you may know these four. They were once your captors. But I have forgiven them because I see in them both regret and a chance for them to change. I’m conflicted about what I did to the others who did not pass my soulsight exam, but in the end, they are demons now, and their personalities are different.”
>The others nodded slowly.
> “I’m aware that they’ve done bad things. So I offer a choice for them; accept a tax of 100% for all amenities for a year, or become slaves to the victims for six months. As slaves you won’t be able to buy anything, but your master will have to provide for you, as you service them. If a master is physically abusing their slave, the same punishment will be put on them.”
>The populace seems pleased.
>The guilty look nervous, but accept their punishments.
>Two of them opt for the tax.
>One decides to be a slave for Typeface, and another as a slave to some stallion.
>You clap your hands and pass them all some keys.
 
*(Tired, wll write scene later)
 
> “These keys are special. Find a house or apartment you like, and put your key in the lock. If it hasn’t been claimed yet, it’ll open for you. “
>A small thing you implemented ages ago that had no real use until now.
>It’s a bit stupid to implement all these rules on a total population of a little under 300.
>But a good base is built early.
>Once your new citizens take all the keys, you unfurl your wings and fly up to your palace.
>Turning back into your original form, you crack your knuckles and settle down at your console.
>With 28 demons created, the space in Haven extends on every axis by 800 meters.
>But with 151 total demons, plus a shoggoth, it extends to nearly 4.4 kilometers.
>It doesn’t seem much until the total area is compared.
>It’s basically 125 times bigger.
>Exponential growth is amazing.
>But you’re not going to be using most of that area.
>Since you’ve got diamond dogs now, you extend the crust a kilometer down before starting your work.
>You’ve got over 3 kilometers of airspace.
>First things first, extend that radio tower to maximum height once more!
>Extend the forest and mess with the animal features so it works again with the extended area.
>Put in a super deep lake shaped like a Venn diagram in the northeast.
>Greenhouses in the northwest to house your weed and other stuff you plan to sell.
>And in the newly extended forest…
>Three mountains, reaching high into the sky.
>The two smaller ones on the sides and one nearly vertical in the middle.
>A spring from the top dribbles water down into a river that connects to the one you made already and another that traverses west of the original area, towards the greenhouses.
>The spring is actually quite deep, reaching into a series of caverns and underground lakes home to a special variety of slimes.
>As for the city itself, you extend it all the way west.
 
>You put in a paper manufacturer, connected to where you put the printing press, just west of the radio tower.
>West of that is a distillery, a casino, and a smattering of houses and apartments.
>West of the storage facility is a lumber yard, which the new river flows through
>Need wood to make paper, and you can’t just spawn some when they need it, you’re a busy demon.
>Even after putting in a hotel and massive apartments and houses, you’ve still got space.
>Fuck it, put two bars next to the lumber yard.
>And a paintball field connected to an arcade.
>Naturally all the paintball bullets are loaded with aphrodisiacs.
>And the arcade has normal games right next to things like ‘Thrust Thrust Revolution!’, ‘CumShooter’ and ‘Milk me~’.
>But you know your audience.
>So aside from that, you put in another nice park.
>Except this time, there’s a lot of lewd exercise equipment.
>And every plant in there is an aphrodisiac.
>Or one that wants to fuck you.
>All in all, it’s decent.
>There’s enough fields and homes to comfortably take care of nearly a thousand.
>You sigh and look over the notes you’ve made on the newest citizens.
>Most are manual laborers, which is useless here, but you’re sure they can find something to pass the time.
>But there are a few noteworthy ones.
>The eloquent Diamond Dog seems to have been the alpha before Paradox came into the picture.
>When you told him he might have nothing to do, he shrugged and asked if I was sure.
>He was right, you did need some people to manage the new lumber mill to provide paper.
>And they may even develop talents in woodworking.
>Since trees are biological in nature, they’ll feed on residual DESIRE to become corporeal in other planes, so goods can be traded out in time.
>Unfortunately, minerals can’t do the same.
>For some reason.
>There was a trio of teachers, one of each race, and one stallion, that were taken one after another.
 
>Apparently, they went searching for one another.
>So they can work at the massive library-school.
>A baker to help Thanksgiving with her cooking.
>But no other cooks.
>Bummer, but not for you.
>A buisnessmare and her accountant.
>Looks like Equinox, Solstice, and Valentine can get help.
>A duo of doctors, both unicorns.
>The twins will love them.
>A zoologist, strangely enough.
>She’s going to be a teacher too, unless she wants to get up close and personal with the local ecosystem.
>The psychologist was a fun lay, and maybe a bit kooky, but she’ll fit right in.
>And Typeface…
>She’s clever and quick to ask questions.
>You’re planning on giving her control of the media tower, once you’ve got enough citizens.
>But for now she’ll oversee the newspaper.
>It’ll be tough with one pony, but you’re sure she’ll manage.
>Eventually, she’ll deal with radio, and then television.
>Which is going to make the citizens want to buy radios, televisions, and computers.
>You could already spawn it in, but there isn’t quite the demand nor enough staff under her yet.
>You wouldn’t even care if she uses the newspaper to call your authority into question, but you’re a bit worried that your demons will take offense to that.
>As for the things you don’t have…
>Your brows furrow.
>You’ve got a massive library with nothing to put in it.
>And if people don’t take breaks from sex now and then, they’ll find it boring.
>You blip out and reappear on the fringes of Mareami, swiftly turning back into a pegasus.
>Two days have passed since you went to Haven.
>According to Rampant Corruption’s body, the portal ring has already been completed and the cover statue has been made.
>The contracts have been finalized and she now owns a publishing house.
>Including its secret basement and three printing presses.
>Both you and you converge on the location and meet yourselves just when the ‘printing press replacement parts’ are being transported in.
 
>The mayor has recently taken a liking to wearing big sunglasses.
>Not really befitting of the mayor.
>Of course, nobody knows the mayor literally quit ten minutes ago.
>Nobody except the newspaper editors who printed out the papers the day prior.
>You decided to go with a paradoxical title, in memory of a crazy cyborg.
“MAYOR QUITS! YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!”
>…
>Yes, you admit you feel pretty low.
>Not about the sneaky paper-selling, but the click-bait title.
>There are some things even a demon shouldn’t descend to.
>Both of you walk in, but some of the security guards wouldn’t let you in.
>So you speak up for yourself.
> “Hold up, she’s with me.”
> They let you pass, a wide smile on both your faces.
> “Why thank you, Rampant.”
> “It was my pleasure.”
>Both of you follow the ponies lugging the canvas-covered object downstairs.
>It used to be an archive, but the previous owner was about as trustworthy as, well, Rampant Corruption.
>In fact, he cleared the basement to tap into an old cave system that connects back up throughout the growing city.
>The ponies grunt and lift up the ring and click it into the prepared pedestal.
>Rampant pays them, and they leave without saying a word.
>You walk over to a palette leaning against a wall and find a tunnel leading down.
> “I’ll make sure nobody interrupts.”
> “Do you really need to say that?”
> “In case anyone’s listening, duh!”
> “And now we’re arguing. Maybe because we like to bounce ideas?”
> “This is a really odd situation to be in. We’d probably be patty-cake champions, though.”
>You nod as Rampant goes back upstairs.
>With a deep breath, you tear off the canvas.
>You gasp at the beauty.
>Every shard of obsidian was carefully put into place, glints of copper shining through the few cracks.
>It definitely looks demonic.
>But in a beautifully feral way.
 
>You carefully carve the array into the wood at your hooves.
>A quick couple of trips to Haven to find some willing candidates to power the array, and everything is in place.
>Trying hard to resist the urge to join the fray of horny ponies, you make a shadowy knife and cut yourself.
>The black blood drips onto the pedestal and flows throughout the array before glowing black.
>There’s a rushing of air so strong it manages to pull you closer to the portal and a massive flash.
CRACK!
>You stare at your reflection in what seems to be a mirror of red blood.
>Sticking your head through…
>Yup, that’s Haven.
>Although it is a bit high.
>You fly through and grumble about going to the console once more.
>Finally, you set the locations of where portals should appear and return.
>…
>They’re still fucking.
>Irritated that you have more things to do, you shoo them through the portal.
>You walk back upstairs and give Rampant three magic contracts you’ve prepared and walk out back.
>While you were fucking about, making more demons, Rampant was very busy.
>She liquidized all of her assets; her silver cutlery, her obnoxiously expensive mansion, her family heirlooms…
>She doesn’t need it anymore, after all.
>Now she has a modest apartment with enough income to live paycheck by paycheck.
>But the money?
>All spent.
>Out behind are several carriages, connected by a chain.
>Each one is filled to the brim.
>The first has textbooks and medical journals, everything someone would need to know about becoming a doctor.
>There were a lot more than you think were necessary.
>Don’t doctors just cup your balls and say you don’t exercise enough?
>The next one is full of other how-to books.
>Farming, cooking, engineering, magic.
>After that is the entertainment.
>Lots of fiction books piled up one after another, forming a wobbling tower second only to Mount M.D.
>The next one is considerably less full.
 
>It’s a series of records, from classical music to more modern rock.
>Odd that it’s all in vinyl.
>It’s pretty densely packed, so there’s around 22 000 disks.
>So around 80 000 songs.
>Haven would be set for radio if you could find a DJ.
>If you only used one radio station, you could play without repeating a song for nearly a year.
>You suspect that even if you divided the channels based on genre and played them over the radio, you’d still repeat less songs than they did back on Earth.
>And in the final carriage is your lifesaver.
>A printing press.
>Haven doesn’t need one.
>But Nancy’s Tavern could.
>Laughing maniacally, you teleport with the carriages to Haven and lug them all to the library.
>Wednesday spots you first and ruffles her feathers in excitement.
>You chortle and start handing them over to her before Sunday and one of the pony teachers comes down, her behind still slick with cum.
>You leave it to them and get back to Mareami.
>You’re so tired of jumping back and forth, but now it’s over.
>You sigh, your wings drooping as you head over to the train station.
>But it’s still not over.
>You have to get more information.
>What are changelings?
>How did he build those machines?
>You settle down in a train Canterlot.
>Your face glum as you lean against the window, you hear a tap.
>What?
>Grounded Spark!
>You open the window and he starts chattering.
“Anonymous! You keep on popping in and out and I was so worried! I thought you were foalnapped!”
>You feel a tired smile reach your lips.
> “No need to worry about that. They’re not going to happen anymore.”
>He flaps up.
 
“Did something happen? Why are you leaving? Where are you going?”
>He fires questions off like a machine gun.
>You interrupt him with a quick peck on the cheek.
>He stops and falls to the ground, blushing.
> “Spark, you’re a good pony. Too good to be here. I bless you with good luck.”
>You feel the blessing take as the prickling isn’t nearly as bad as it used to be.
> “As for where I’m going to end up…”
>The horn toots and the train starts moving.
>You wave the befuddled stallion goodbye.
> “Who knows. Aevum may actually kick my ass.”
 
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