Title:           Anon the Lust Demon: Chapter 2
Author:          DisappointmentWriter
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First Edit:      Wednesday 30th of March 2016 10:01:40 PM CDT
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>Be Anon, blessed demon of accidental orgies.
>You’re taking a leisurely stroll through grasslands, map in hand, heading for a nearby a village.
>You’re in your suit again.
>Sentimentalism aside, you’ve got your hand on your chin and you’re thinking pretty hard.
>Are you even Anonymous anymore?
>Sure, your sexuality just got sent through the wood chipper with a couple of other strange animals and glued, stitched, and welded back together.
>But when you think of ‘you’ you think of that hot buxom babe.
>Minotauress or human forms.
>So did you even count as the same person?
>The old you would have definitely said ‘Fuck this philosophy shit’ and faffed about.
>But there’s the issue of Heaven and Hell.
>You’re pretty sure whatever route you choose you’re not going to be punished.
>Heaven is well, Heaven.
>But there’s bound to be a bunch of stuck up assholes.
>Sure they’re ‘pure of heart’ but Vegeta got away with going super saiyan.
>Then there’s Hell.
>You’re definitely a piece in the Devil’s game.
>And since you’ve been transformed into a Lust Demon, you’re bound to be the punisher, not the punishee.
>But considering you’ll lose free will…it’s more accurate to say you’re the punishment.
>And civil engineers will be your superiors.
>You don’t mind giving your soul to the Devil so he could order you to suck him off while he deals finances.
>But serving civil engineers sends a shiver down your spine.
>Damned if you do, holy if you don’t.
>Or something.
>You’re saved from falling into a philosophical black hole by feeling your body change once more.
>Your spawn fly away as you change.
>Aaaand another suit falls apart.
>Fuck.
>Now you’re on all fours, and you’ve got adorable little hoovies.
 
>But now…your color scheme irks you.
>Sure black and red is edgy, but it’s right for a demon.
>But now, looking at your oddly flexible forelegs, you can’t help but feel nauseous.
>You feel the DESIRE from far away.
>Seems to be just over that hill in the distance.
>It’s different from the minotaurs, tamer.
>Mostly because they’re not pent up.
>You can sense males and females over there, doing their usual thing.
>”Hmmm…Maybe I could just stroll in.”
>So you put on a cheery smile and approach.
>You reach the apex of the hill and look down into a quaint little town.
>The equines are milling about, pulling carts of hay and weird looking plants.
>Thatch roof houses for the horses.
>Horse look-alikes.
>Bleh.
>You make your way down, smile on your face, charm up to eleven.
>Then you remember the minotaurs and you consciously limit your pheromones.
>You can’t help but think you’re forgetting something.
>You trot happily towards the village as your thoughts nag you.
>All of them freeze and look at you.
>Admittedly, you should have thought about the demon tail, the horns and the wings.
>You lick your lips.
>And your fangs.
“Aw SHEIT, ziggas it’s a demon!”
>The zebras rush about, flailing wildling while a few braver ones actually do something.
>You run back up the hill as a sparse precipitation of sticks, stones, and spears follows you.
>Precipisatan.
>Ha.
>Okay, so some people aren’t as accepting as minotaurs when it comes to weird bodies.
>Is it racist to call them racist?
>One of them was definitely ‘urban’ and your local newstation, PCFAG news, said that it’s a nice and accepting culture.
>Everyone else was to blame.
>Especially Jews and whites.
>You didn’t need to be heaving deep breaths, but it sure makes you feel better.
>What the hell was that about?
>Your three imps fly overhead and you mentally command Cloth to fly over to the town.
>Sure, they could be scared of you, but maybe you could dig into this.
 
 
>Maybe Cloth could spy for you?
>He mentally follows all of your commands, and he is just an innocent crow.
>Or jackdaw.
>Or raven.
>Point is, he can fly, and maybe you can tap into his senses.
>You put a hoof over one eye and you see double.
>Somehow, you can see yourself as you look at Cloth with his blazing green eye.
>Not subtle.
>And you look stupid: A red zebra with black stripes, horns, wings, and demonic tail.
>Plus it looks like you shoved your hoof in your eye.
>The stupid makes you nauseous, even if you’re sexy.
>You send Cloth flying back to the village.
>From up high you see the zebras warily moving in pairs, some with spears.
>Did you seriously do all of this?
>It doesn’t seem like it, at least not alone.
>There’s a high concentration of guards where you tried to enter (and escape) the village.
>But there’s a higher concentration of them up north.
>Interesting.
>You/Cloth banks towards the biggest hut in the center of the village, the one where you could  hear intense conversations coming from.
>Taking advantage of the open center, Cloth holds his breath and dives in, his entry hidden by smoke.
>He swoops in and settles in the shadows, unseen.
“This is outrageous, Elder! We must escape our village at once. The madcolt has already summoned a powerful demon and now we can’t go north or south!”
>Five zebras sit in a circle, the oldest sitting closest to the fire.
>Also closest to the stick that he uses to hit on the zebra’s head.
“We shall not cower nor flee! We are good where we be!”
>Ugh.
“But Elder, Rastazanfulbaracha the Ever-dark is powerful! His mastery of the dark arts could easily overrun our own shamanic powers.”
>Ugh!
“Our powers lie in potions and healing, not fighting legions of undead and daemons!”
>Hmmm, sounds like they’re ill-equipped to fighting this cringy motherfucker.
“Nonsense, there is no honor in flight! I pledge, the dust we shall not bite!”
>UGH.
 
 
“Now let us gather and then sing. Surely then evil shall take wing.”
>”UGH!”
>The five zebras turn around and look at Cloth.
>”Oh shoot, did I say that out loud?”
>The zebras nod.
>”I’m sorry, the rhyming was just too much for me too bear, added to the stupid-ass name the guy has.”
“What do donkeys have anything to do with Rastazanfulbaracha the Ever-dark?” One whispers to another.
>You ignore those two.
>”Listen, I understand you guys are in a tight situation ? ? Unfortunately not me ? ? but I don’t think taking it out on me is the right thing to do. I'’ honestly kind of hurt that you chased me out of your town. Not physically, though, I barely felt those spears."”
“You were the demon!” The old zebra exclaimed. “You foul beast, begone!”
>”Woah, easy there!”
>Cloth flies about to avoid the pots and pans being thrown in his direction.
>”I’m willing to help!”
>The old-timer finally breaks the obviously deep-rooted tradition of throwing shit at the stranger.
>Mostly because the second I offered help, three other zebras pinned that guy down.
>Some cultural habits are very hard to break, good for them for progressing.
>”Thank you.”
“You said that you were willing to help. Are you trying to trick us? Swear to us that you do not work for Rastazanfulbaracha the Ever-dark.”
>”I, Anonymous, swear I don’t work for him.”
>Can you even lie?
>As a general rule, demons that make contracts can’t directly lie, but since you have a soul and therefore, free will…
>Eh, whatever, you weren’t working for whatshisface.
“So you can help us be rid of him?”
>You could do it pro bono…
>But they threw sticks and stones at you.
>And they didn’t find you hot.
>Honestly the second one hurt more, but it was the thought that really brought a tear to your eye.
>Wait, is Cloth crying ethereal green tears?
 
 
>”I can help you get rid of him, but for my safety as well as yours, I suggest you help me draft a contract.”
“Do not listen to its foul words! It will feed you to the carrion birds!” The old guy howled under his zebra pile.
>Well what do you know.
>Their stripes did make it hard to tell where one ended and the next began.
“The elder holds a fair point…You are a demon…”
>Time to up the ante.
>”You can relax, I promise not to take your souls, I already have mine.”
>His position is wavering, you can tell.
>”No killing or taking unwilling virgins either.”
>Unwilling.
>Oh, you’ve almost got him.
“Still…”
>Time to go all out.
>”And I’ll put ‘Elder has to stop rhyming’ in the contract as well.”
“You’ve got a deal!”
>The zebra springs forwards and tries to shake Cloth’s wing.
“WHAT!?” The elder roars.
>”I’ll be along shortly so we can officially draw up the contract. You can keep a bunch of guards around me if you’d like.”
>You smile and call Cloth back as you cut the sensory connection.
>Of course, you can go in looking the same, but then you’d scare the villagers even more.
>What if you sort of ‘muted’ your demonic appearance a bit?
>You will your horns to retract and your features to get more ‘normal’.
>It seems to work, as you feel your wings shrivel up, your coat prickle as it changes color, and your demonic tail grow hair.
>You will a mirror in existence and see a -normal- hot zebra mare looking back at you.
>The edges of her irises are still black, but her sclera is white and irises are green.
>It looks nice…
>It looks…uncomfortable.
>Plus you feel a bit of drain.
>Hell with it, you’ll meet them halfway.
>You’ll stick with black and white coat, but you’ll keep some noticeable nubs for horns.
>Your eyes stay demonic, but you can still see the sparkle of laughter and emotion in your eyes.
>Eyes are the windows to the soul, after all.
 
 
>You’ll keep the wings and tail, though, just in case you need a quick escape.
>You magic up a cloak to hide those so you don’t get too intimate with rocks again.
>Keeping your three imps in their crow forms as they circle above, you walk over the hill once more.
>A small contingent of guards waits for you at the bottom.
>”I’m here for the contract.” You smile sensually.
>The guards look nervous and inch a bit backwards.
“You look…different than before. Can you change shape?”
>You’ve never tested the limit of your shapeshifting.
>You know you can’t spawn anything like Mercer just because, you have to take root in DESIRE.
>So you feel for that zebra’s DESIRE and take it into yourself.
>Your form shifts to that of another zebra mare and the stallion blushes.
>The others smirk at his expression.
“I-I guess that’s a yes.”
>You smile and shift back.
>Interesting how his DESIRE increased.
>He knew you were a demon, and was attracted to you despite that, but once you shifted, the input increased.
>So emotions definitely do take a part rather than just bodily hungers.
>The guards form a square around you and lead you to the big hut.
>The elder is no longer under a zebra pile, but sitting in the corner, pot on his head, pouting.
>The one who accepted you smiles nervously as you enter but beckons you close to the fire and offers you tea.
>You smile and accept.
“Thank you for coming, Anonymous. I see now that I had little to worry about, you do indeed have a soul”
>Curious one isn’t he?
>You return the favor by taking a peek at his soul.
>He’s desperate, but also hopeful.
>There’s a flexibility in there, he can adapt to situations, but he tries to please everyone.
>Except, apparently, his gramps, whom he finds annoying and stubborn.
“And capable of soulsight? You are the oddest demon I’ve ever heard of.”
>”So you’ve heard of others?”
>You take a sip.
>Tastes like dust.
 
 
“Indeed. There is quite a bit of folklore about the demons of the deepest pits of Tartarus, but we’ve been forced to go over them. Rastazanfulbaracha the Ever-dark summoned a few and sent them our way. They are much frailer than you, and we’ve managed to fight them off, but they increase in number every time he sends them. They lack souls, so they seem incapable of doing anything other than what their master desires. They only take pleasure in hurting others and lack your shapeshifting or possession powers.”
>He offers a biscuit, and somehow you manage to grab it.
>Tastes like dust, too.
>Shit, it seems like only sexual fluids have any taste.
>Well, that seems to be the only con to the demon tongue other than scaring away your dentist.
>”For your information, I did not possess that crow. His name is Cloth, and he is one of my three imps. They might as well be extensions of myself. Familiars, if you will.”
“Apologies.” Wow, he actually is sincere. “May I ask what type of demon you are?”
>Why lie, you’re probably one of the more favorable types.
>Then again, why lie when you can reword?
>”I’m a DESIRE demon. I feed on the DESIRES of those that are…attracted to me.”
“That explains your beauty.”
>Awww, and he meant it, too!
>”That’s so kind of you! You’re quite handsome yourself!”
>D’awww, the widdle zebwa is bwushing.
>Definitely a virgin.
>Let’s see if you can change that via contract.
>”Pleasantries aside, we should probably write the contract so that I can help you guys out.”
>You magic up a paper and it appears, infused with more power than you intended.
>Apparently your own powers are primed and ready to go when it comes down to paperwork.
>Typical demon.
>And there’s a quill.
>Eugh.
>You will it to change into something better.
>Yeah, ballpoint pen!
>Quills are for plebs.
 
>The paper and pen float at the ready.
>”Alright, so the first guaranteed condition: The elder has to stop rhyming aloud and on purpose.”
>The zebra in the corner grumbles louder.
>Who cares, he looks stupid with his pot helmet.
“Oh, definitely.”
>The pen writes ‘The elder has to give up rhyming.’
>”Next, I help you defeat Rastafanbarackobama.
“Rastazanfulbaracha.”
>The pen scribbles out what I said.
>”Pastazbarakka”
“Rastazanfulbaracha”
>”Rastalavistabarracuda”
“Rastazanfulbaracha”
>”Rastazanfulbanthechacharealsmooth”
“Rastazanfulbaracha”
>”Rastazanfulbaracha”
“Ranathefullbronchitis—wait no, you got it right.”
>The pen seems really angry, having filled half the page with blacked out smudges, and it finally writes that bastard’s name correctly.
>”I will be compensated for my efforts with a combination of non-perishable valuables that can be resold, or money equivalent to a month’s pay of your average townsfolk should there be no non-perishable trade items to give, and acts that give me at least 110% of the DESIRE lost dealing with said individual.”
>Damn, straight out of a contract.
>Seems to have confused your zebra contractor, but that was partly intentional.
>Hopefully he’ll think the DESIRE is a choice rather than a bonus to your pay.
>Gotta think about how to pay for whores in the future.
>Or bus fare.
>Mmmmm…bus orgy.
“Seems fair enough. We have a few spare gems in case of emergencies, like bribing roving bands of bandits to protect us from other bandits.”
>And since you took care of those bandits, they’ll be safe after you’re gone.
>The pen writes down my contrived condition.
“You will not harm any member of this village.”
>Oh this could be trouble.
 
 
>”I’m sorry but that one’s a bit iffy. What if a couple decades down the line, a member of your village ends up exploring the world and falls into a mercenary group? I’ve got a long life ahead of me.”
“That’s true. How about: You will not intentionally harm a member of this village until Rastazanfulbaracha the Ever-dark is taken care of.”
>”Until Rastazanfulbaracha the Ever-dark is defeated. ‘Taken care of’ has a lot of leeway.”
>Hey, might as well make it a bit fairer towards him.
>You’ve already finagled a way to have sex with a villager in there.
“Thank you, that’s correct.”
>The pen writes the clause down.
>”Was Rastazanfulbaracha ever a villager here?”
“Oh, apologies! Yes, he was. That could have been bad.”
>”So Rastazanfulbaracha the Ever-dark is the exception to the rules applying to villagers.”
>And that sums up your first contract.
>Now to sign.
>You take the pen in a hoof and sign on the dotted line.
>The zebra marvels the pen for a second before signing his own name.
>Gallo
>Cute.
>He passes the pen to the geezer, who grumbles about tradition and sacrifice for the greater good but signs ‘Elder Rulan’ anyways.
>And like that, we are all bound.
>Now what.
>You had no fucking clue where to go from here.
>Maybe Gallo should show you around.
>”Gallo, show me around so we can come up with a plan.”
>Your demon voice may be sexy as all hell, but it also comes in handy for speaking far more confidently than you actually are.
“That makes sense. I welcome you to Chanam, Anonymous. Follow me.”
>He opens the tent and you follow him outside.
>…
>Damn, those guards are stubborn.
>They’re waiting for you outside, spears still pointed at your neck.
“At ease.”
>They back off a bit, but still follow you.
>As much as you’d like to remove your cloak and swing your big thighs in front of their faces, tail moving aside so they’d get a glimpse of your drooling cunt…
>Now is not the time for this.
>Gallo shows you around Chanam, showing you the various huts in charge of different duties.
“We make our potions in that hut; you’ll find no better potion maker than Ranim for leagues around, except maybe Rulan…[spoiler] if he got off his hide and do something for once[/spoiler]
>Said potionmaker nods sagely in your direction.
“And Kukuna takes care of the mushroom hut. Any rare plants that thrive in the dark grow there. Suffice to say, she is very close to Ranim, and she is considering taking him as her third husband.”
>Polygamy?
>”What do her first two do?”
>Gallo looks down sadly.
“Utapu is doing quite well as a forager, but Nil was taken by Rastazanfulbaracha’s first raid a few weeks back.”
>You should feel happier about polygamy, but that later bit brought you down a tad.
>”Taken? As in the demons picked him up and scrambled?”
“Correct. Nearly a dozen of us were foalnapped in the first raids, and we’re desperate to know their condition.”
 
 
>Oof.
>This doesn’t sound good.
“Gallo! I’ve been looking for you!”
>A pretty zebra mare, a bit on the smaller side walks past you and up to Gallo.
>You take your time to appreciate that gracious badonkadonk.
“What’s this I hear about letting a demon in the village? I work very hard to keep them OUT, thank you very much!”
>A guard?
“I drill my men day after day to get the best zebra warriors in the plains!”
>A captain.
>A captain who thinks throwing sticks, stones, and spears is Delta force material.
>Considering what the other zebras were doing at the time, it might as well be.
“And then you just let one WALTZ in here?”
>She scrunches her muzzle and puffs out her cheeks.
>She’s so short she has to look up to meet Gallo’s gaze.
>D’awww.
>You could taste the DESIRE coming from her, directed at Gallo.
>D’AWWWWW.
>This would be maximum cute if you didn’t pick up on her subconscious desire to jump his bones then and there.
>As fun as it would be to induce the pheromones that could make that happen, you’ve got a job to do.
>”Excuse me? I’m right here.”
>The captain turns around and stares at you with wide eyes.
“I’ve never seen a demon like you before. How do we know you’re a demon and not a sorcerer like Rastazanfulbaracha?”
>Gallo sighs and points to the mare.
“Anonymous, this is Keli. She’s the one who’s trained the guards and used to be our best forager. Now we’re just trying to keep ourselves together. Keli, Anonymous is going to help us.”
>”Yeah! And to answer your question—”
>Your tongue shoots out of your mouth and sloppily licks the side of Keli’s face.
>Keli stands there, stunned, as the aphrodisiac gets absorbed through her skin.
“Umm, I-I ha-ave to g-go!”
>She runs off, blushing.
>”Make sure to think of Gallo!”
“Sh-shut up!”
>Gallo shrugs, oblivious.
“Sorry about that, she can be a tad…prickly.”
>Tsun, tsun.
>You wanna see dere.
>Preferably while you stick your tongue deep inside her.
>”That’s fine, Gallo. Is there a blacksmith or a fletcher here?”
>Gallo cringes and rubs the back of his head nervously.
“Well, there aren’t enough trees in the Plains to make bows and arrows, and our blacksmith…well, he’s a bit…special.”
>So like a savant?
>Gallo leads you to a hut furthest away from the center of the village.
>A column of black smoke drifts off into the sky from inside the stone hut.
“AYO, Gallo, where the big booty bitch at?”
>You recognize that voice.
>You see a zebra with dreadlocks come out of the building.
>Oh.
>Oh geez.
>There’s a spearhead in his noggin.
>His skin seemed to have healed around it.
>You didn’t notice that last time.
“Hello once more, Trepidik. I trust you are doing well.”
>Trepidik grins.
“Mah zigga, you know you could call me T-Dawg! Sheit! Where’s that small mare with that fine rump that always hangs out with you? Keith? Kraykray?”
>This is a small town.
>Wow.
>So this is ‘special’.
>…
>You’d still ride him until the sun set, but you’d be scared your Miss Bone’s Wild Ride might do even more damage
>”Trepidik, is there any metal that seems to be most effective against the demons?”
“Ayy, I know you’ve got some sort of deal, goin’ on here, but I ain’t gonna tell you that.”
>Smarter than he looks.
>Considering he looks like he should be dead, that’s not saying much.
“But naw, all metals hurt em. They just fast as sheit.”
>”Alrighty then. How many spears and shields do you have?”
“Pshaw, I’ve got like, twenty of each, but only ‘bout four of each in prime condition.”
>So that makes four zebras plus you, to lead the charge.
>This is going to be a toughie.
>And asking Trepidik for a weapon would be too cumbersome.
>You’d be better off with shadow constructs.
“So you may be a demon, but you’ve got dat phat behind that just won’t quit. How ‘bout I give you a ride.”
>This ride is not safe for those with head injuries.
>Sex is good.
>Killing is bad.
>And if he dies before he climaxes, then that’s even worse.
>Like teasing a puppy with a bone before shooting it in the face.
>”Uuuuuh…”
“Demons spotted! Ready your weapons!”
>Thank God.
>Or, well, fate, since you’re basically out of God’s reach.
(Optional theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkTYXF0_d-w  )
>You rush over to the north end of the village and spot a horde of imps and shambling bodies making their way to you.
>These imps look like tiny zebras with horns are glowing eyes.
>Gallo is by your side, atlatl in hoof.
>With practiced ease, he swings a sharped rod into a faraway imp, skewering him into the ground.
>Other zebras follow his lead, a swarm of arrows and rocks crashing into the feral crowd.
>Imps fall left and right, too stupid to avoid the fire.
>The zombies just tank the hits.
>You mentally command your own imps to avoid fire and attack the others.
>Maybe they’re more than just for fucking.
>They’re actually quite useful, pecking the eyes out of other imps and even throwing back zombies four times their size in their base form.
>You see that Tropo used his massive dick to knock another imp to the ground.
>You’re so proud.
>They’re getting a bit close.
>Better actually do something.
>You concentrate on forming a black ball of destructive energy.
>It forms in front of your muzzle, about the size of an apple.
>You will it to shoot forwards into the crowd.
>The pellet zooms into a zombie, immolating it in a burst of black flames.
>It takes a lot more energy than transforming, or even making clothes or mirrors.
>Maybe it’s an affinity thing?
>You’re quite literally a lover, not a fighter.
>An imp gets a bit too close, and you kick it with a foreleg in the head.
>It goes flying into another imp, and they both collapse into a pile of broken limbs.
>So what?
>You’re basically a bard with super-strength?
>You could work with this.
>You will a giant, heavy dildo into existence.
>Technically, as your affinity, it’s not a weapon, but an instrument of sex.
>The line of demons finally clashes with the zebras and chaos reigns.
>You slam zombies and imps alike with your dildobat.
>For some reason, abusing a technicality fills you with bliss.
>Demons are weird.
>Oddly enough, when you look into the eyes of the imps, they don’t look at all like Cloth, Tropo, or Latch’s.
>These are empty, devoid of emotion.
>Your own spawns’ are more animalistic, but still had a bit of a spark.
>So maybe souls are an inheritable trait?
>But why do they obey you?
>Questions for another time.
>Finally, the clash slows down and stops.
>Your imps are a bit bruised, but fine.
>The zebras had suffered only a few casualties, and four deaths.
>You had a few bruises and scratches, but a bit of energy healed them.
>The villagers got in the motions, carrying away their wounded and igniting the dead.
“That was the worst wave by far, yet we managed to beat them off without having any zebra foalnapped.” Gallo approaches you.
>”Then now is the best time to strike back.”
“What?”
>”We gather a small team. Trepidik told me that he had four good shields and spears. So me, you, and three others go to where Ranst—That jerk is and we kick his shit in.”
“I hate to say this,” Keli says as she trots over to you, “But the demon is right. We have the best chance now, even if her weapon is…such a strange club.”
>They both look at your club.
>Right, they’ve probably never seen a human penis before.
>Maybe you should skirt around the truth.
>”This is a cast iron mold of a penis.”
>Their reactions and residual DESIRE from eavesdroppers is enough.
>”But yeah, looking at you, Keli, I know you want to come along. The question is who the other two will be, while sixteen others guard Chanam until we come back.”
“I, Eguoretsev, wish to avenge my brother, Trih’Sder.” A zebra approaches with no injuries.
>Keli nods.
“Eguoretsev is quite capable. A pity your twin died, he could have been our final stallion.”
>Another zebra comes forwards, with only a few scratches on his sides.
“I wish to aid you as well. My skill with a shield and spear is only second to Keli’s.”
>”Alright, let’s go suit up.”
>Five minutes later, Eguoretsev, B’Maliaicifircas, Keli, Gallo, and yourself are galloping north to a cave in the side of a plateau.
“In the time of my grandfather, a great dragon slept here.” Gallo said between breaths. “But when Rastazanfulbaracha eloped, he took the dragon’s lair as his own. It is there he discovered an ancient necromantic book. Whether he used it to slay the dragon or it died of other causes is unknown.”
>Okay, fighting what was basically a demon summoner slash necromancer already put you ill at ease.
>But a dragonslayer…
>You swear, if he’s a lich, you’ll fuck…something.
>honestly you’d do that anyways.
>The plateau towers over you.
>The cave entrance looks like it could fit a Boeing airplane.
>Already, you feel scared about what used to live there.
>The five of you cautiously trot inside, darkness surrounding you.
>You could see just fine, night vision and all, but your companions seemed to be less capable.
>You call upon a light, and the prickling sensation on your skin confirms that light is not really a demonic spell.
>They nod in thanks as the light hangs above your head, right between your ears and you continue onwards.
>The tunnel leads downwards, getting steeper and steeper.
>A light at the end of the tunnel glows brighter as you approach, and you turn off your own light.
>Slowly you approach and the five of you gasp at the sight.
>You stand on the edge of a cliff, a cavern extending before you.
>The dark is chased away by rolling hills of gold and jewels.
>This landscape extends far into the cavern, bigger than any stadium you’ve ever been in.
>You feel a burning DESIRE next to you.
>But this DESIRE, you can’t consume, can’t use.
>Eguoretsev’s eyes are filled with greed.
>”Eguoretsev, no.”
>He starts walking down a set of stairs into the piles of gold.
>He’s going to Scrooge this up!
“Eguoretsev, get back here!” Hisses Keli.
“Just a second. With a satchel full of gold, we can become the richest zebra village in the Plains!”
>This idiot.
>Doesn’t he know how many tropes—erm, traps he’s going to fall into?
>Keli tries to follow him down the stairs, but your grab her.
>”If it’s a trap we might lose the both of you.”
“Then you save him!”
>Ugh, contracts!
>Sure it says ‘You will not intentionally harm a member of this village’, but you’ve got to cover your bases.
>You begin walking down the stairs.
>You cringe as Eguoretsev’s hoof makes first contact with the gold, but nothing seems to happen.
>Walking faster, you try to stop him before he tempts fate any further.
>He starts scooping hoof-fulls of gold into his bag.
>Just as you’re about to step onto the gold, a loud thrum echoes throughout the cave.
>In an instant, some sort of red circle of text appears above Eguoretsev.
>Everybody freezes as the circle turns faster and faster. You shed your cloak and fly towards him, but in a flash, it’s all over.
>Some sort of neon blue liquid falls upwards out his nostrils, eyes and mouth, collecting into some sort of stream flowing to the back of the cave.
> Eguoretsev just stands there.
>Eyes sunken in, flesh clinging to his emancipated frame.
>He slowly turns his head towards you.
>You flap just out of his reach.
>”Hey buddy…are you okay?”
>Stupid question, you’ve got a feeling that he’s not really Eguoretsev anymore.
>He moans.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy…”
>Maybe he’s okay.
>His jaw drops.
>Quite literally, the sinew and skin just tears and it drops to the ground, tongue still writhing about.
>”Don’t quote me on this, but I think Eguoretsev’s undead now.”
“What?!” Keli cries out. “What makes you think that?”
>”Did you not see his jaw fall off? I can’t rekill the poor sod because it might breach our contract!”
>The zebras looked at each other and sighed.
“We expected to lose somebody, but not before we faced Rastazanfulbaracha!” Gallo says.
>So obviously, the cavern is trapped.
>Very trapped.
>Luckily for you, you’ve got wings and three imps that are quite strong by themselves.
>Before anybody could raise the question on how they’re supposed to find Rastazanfulbaracha, you will your imps to pick them up by the barrels and follow you.
“Woah! What are you doing?” Gallo asks.
>”We’ll fly over the gold. I’ve got a feeling that if we follow that stream of blue stuff it’ll lead us right to him.”
>The flight over was about as comfortable as any other flight.
“Umm, I think his thingy is rubbing against me.”
“Did he just lick my ear?”
“If I put my hoof in his mouth will he stop breathing so heavily?”
“Are there peanuts on this flight?”
“I don’t know how, but I hear a crying baby and an irresponsible mother.”
>After ten minutes of trying not to fuck them via your imps mid-flight, you landed on the lip of another tunnel, much smaller than any before, yet worn down by countless hooves.
>The four of you plus the imps continue on your way, until you turn a corner.
“What…”
“The…”
>”Fried fuck?”
>The zebras don’t even acknowledge your strange exclamation.
>All along the walls of this room are green pods.
>They look as if they started out biological in nature, but then had metal bits added on.
>Most notably, tiny tubes, about the size of IV’s, plugged into each of the pods.
>The same neon blue streams float from the pods towards the end of the hallway.
>Gallo approaches a pod and wipes away a layer of grime on a window that seems to have been forcefully installed.
“There’s someone in here.”
>What?
>But you couldn’t sense their DESIRE.
>Soulsight showed them as merest flickers.
>What’s going on here?
 “He seems to be in a coma. There’s a bunch of strange tubes connected to him, and a good part of him is balding.”
>You trot forwards and look around.
>This is really foreboding.
>There’s way more than a dozen zebras here.
“I found a minotaur!” Keli calls out from another pod.
“And I think I found Nil! He’s balding as well, be he looks recoverable.” B’Maliaicifircas says.
>He readies his spear to cut open the pod, but you rush over and grab it.
>”Not until we’ve defeated Rastazanfulbaracha. For all we know, all of these pods are trapped.”
> B’Maliaicifircas frowns, but remembers what happened to Eguoretsev.
>He backs off and you fly up to the glowing blue IV’s.
>It seems to be flowing towards the big door at the end of the hallway, all the IV’s merging together into a basketball-sized tube.
>The others follow you and you push open the door and gasp.
>”Audible gasp!”
>Like that.
>A massive glass flask filled to the brim with this weird blue liquid.
>You know that fact about being able to swing through a blue whale’s aorta?
>Well a blue whale could swim in that, along with her three best friends, on their way back from a McKrills.
>The zebras are stunned into silence.
>Tearing your eyes away from the receptacle, you fly around the room, examining each of the doors in turn.
>You concentrate on your senses, spreading your awareness and soulsight in a considerable radius.
>Your soulsight picks up a very bright presence far behind one of the doors.
>But your other senses pick up a large amount of somethings moving towards this room…
>”Shit!”
>The zebras jump just as a door burst open, a dozen zombies and imps scurrying towards them.
>You soar down and knock two into a wall, and they fall back to the floor with a thump.
>They try pathetically to get up, but their bones are too broken.
>Imps jump onto Gallo, but he pushes them back with his shield before shish-kebabing two of them.
>You try to use your pheromones to ‘turn’ the zombies, but it doesn’t seem to have any effect.
>In fact, most of them are aggroing you now!
>Maybe the lack of blood flow stymies their ability to get aroused and you just pissed them off.
>Erectile dysfunction is a real problem among the undead, it seems.
>If you know an undead that suffers such problems, support them the best you can with Viagrana.
>Viagrana! It works even for rotten corpses!
>Prescription required.
>After beating in many undead skulls with your dildobat, you look around to see the others in good condition.
>But you hear more shuffling.
>Coming from all the doors but three.
>”We’re in trouble, guys. They seem to be coming from all directions, and there’s a lot more than we’d anticipated.”
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“What should we do?” Keli asks Gallo.
“I’m…I’m not sure.” Gallo is crestfallen.
“I am.” B’Maliaicifircas states. “Where are they not coming from?”
>You point to the two doors that aren’t where you came from.
>B’Maliaicifircas nods sadly and opens the door closest to him.
“I’ll lead them away, while you three hide. If I’m quick enough, I’ll be able to strike them as I run away.” He stands resolutely. “May we meet again.”
>”But…But…”
>He has so much potential [spoiler]character development[/spoiler]!
“Thank you, B’Maliaicifircas. May the lions cower.” Gallow bows.
“And the crows fly.” B’Maliaicifircas bows in return. “Now go.”
>Gallo pulls Keli and you towards the other door and you all rush inside.
>From inside you can hear doors being beat down and B’Maliaicifircas howling as he banged his spear against his shield.
>Slowly, the sounds faded and you all released your breaths.
>You took your time to look over the room.
>Cursing silently at the lack of any other exit, you investigate further.
>Beakers and tubes everywhere, but nothing near the level as what was seen on the pods.
>Gallo and Keli somberly look through sheets of paper and strange devices.
>You come across a large book, bound in zebra leather.
>Before, it would have been cool, but in this realm, that’s just messed up.
>And equally tacky.
>The book was laying on a bunch of papers that, once cleared, revealed a bed.
>There’s thumping at the door.
>Your heart(?) leaps in your throat and you attune your senses.
>The bright soul is still far away, but there’s a huge crowd outside the door, trying to beat their way in.
“Oooh, this is bad.”
>Thanks for stating the obvious, Keli.
>The three of you, plus your imps, inch yourselves until your backs are to the wall.
Thump!
>The wood splinters.
Thump! Thump!
>The nuts in the door come out a bit and you all grip your weapons a bit tighter.
THUMP!
>A bit of the door falls off, revealing a roiling mass of dead zebras and minotaurs banging on your door, more than you’d ever seen before.
>Sort of obvious now that Chanam was just one of many, maybe even less hit because of sentimental attatchment.
>The zombies snarl, spitting rotting blood and pus everywhere.
THUMP! THUMP! CRAAkrAKCRAK!
>Finally, the door gives, and the swarm of necrotic flesh rushes towards you.
>You close your eyes and wish you were anywhere but there.
>Anywhere.
>But.
>There.
>You feel an intense pull in your gut and darkness consumes you three.
 
>Hello darkness.
>Your eyes are shut, and when you open them, you expect to be in an elevator again.
>Luckily for you, the absence of the same three ascending notes disproves that notion.
>Elevator music in purgatory has the creative majesty equivalent to a soggy piece of toast.
>Or a canvas painted white.
>Fucking Post-Modernism.
>You slowly open one eye, feeling two zebras hugging you for dear life.
>You’ve still got that tacky book in your hooves.
>”Umm, Gallo? Keli? We’re not in the same place.”
>The two open their eyes and quickly let go of you.
>The three of you walk around the enclosed room.
>It’s very spartan: hardly anything but a rug, a very familiar desk, and one doors.
>Cloth, Tropo, and Latch fly about, before finally settling on the desk.
“What is this place?” Keli asks, poking at the carpet.
>”I honestly don’t know. The desk reminds me of something, though.”
>You walk over to the desk and sit down in the red chair.
>It seems as if it would fit your human frame better.
>You tap your hooves on the desk, hoping for an answer.
>A blue screen pops up, hovering above the desk.
>Familiarity increasing…
>Gallo and Keli trot to your side to watch the hovering screen.
“BOOO!”
>”Gah!”
>You jump back as the other two hop in place.
“Did I scare you?” His deep voice calls out from the screen.
>His vapid smile stretches further than a human face should allow and even from the other side of his aviators, you could feel his piercing gaze.
“What is that thing?” Keli asks. “And why do I feel so angry and…”
>Keli doesn’t need to say it.
>You could feel her DESIRE well up, against her own will.
“Now you’re probably wondering what I’m doing. After all, I promised not to interfere.”
>He seems to be ignoring the zebras.
 
 
“Well I’m not actually here per say. This is a recording.”
>Ah.
 “If you’re seeing this, then you’re a lot farther away than I would like. Good thing is, if you’re out of MY influence, then you’re out of THEIRS. So congrats, you beautiful slut, you truly are independent. And doubly congrats on coming here! That means that you’ve managed to finally create your own spawn!”
>Cloth was licking his matted fur when He mentioned him and his brothers.
>He and the other two stop to stare at you.
“I knew you had it in you! So the general rule of this place: This is Hell. As in, your own hell. Normally demons are summoned to do their deeds and return when it’s fulfilled. Won’t go into the specifics, but there’s a little link to Hell in all of us. But since you’re far away, maybe not even in this cluster of the multiverse, you’ve got nothing to get back to. So you planted a ‘seed’. This seed will grow depending on how many spawn you have. After all, you can’t be walking around wherever you are with an army of demons at your side. Or you can. In fact, you should.”
>You roll your eyes as Gallo and Keli get more and more uncomfortable.
“Of course, there are some serious limitations. Nothing that is created here can be brought to the Outside. If you go to Hell of your own will, you can only reappear in the spot you disappeared from. Unless you create portals, which is long process that I’m sure you’ll figure out on your own when you become powerful enough. If you’re bringing in mortals, they UNFORTUNATELY have to be just as willing as you to go to Hell. Unless they break a contract. Then their ass is yours.”
>You stare at Gallo and Keli.
“Honestly, I just wanted to be anywhere by there.” Keli shrugged.
“I felt the same. But why do I have to give you a donkey if I break the contract?”
>”Erm…Cultural difference in language. Ass means something else.”
 
 
“Now I’m sure you’ve noticed the glaring problem about coming here: You’re basically trapped.
>No shit, Sherlock.
>You’re very aware of the situation you’re in.
“Which is why, after having lost a load of demons during the Crusades, we installed a surveillance system so you’d know when the coast is clear. You should find the shortcut easily enough.”
>Oh.
>Wow, that’s actually quite useful.
>Wait, shortcut?
“And Anonymous?”
>The Devul pulls down his glasses, revealing a pit of darkness that you could lose yourself in.
>Two distant coals float, burning with ruby fire.
>His eyelids close and you realize that they aren’t just eyelids, they’re mouths, complete with needle-point teeth.
“Don’t disappoint me. When the Rapture comes, you’re either with me, or against me. I’ve already given you a great many gifts, and I expect to be paid back. With interest.”
>He puts his glasses back on and the three of you release breaths you hadn’t realized you were holding.
>His face blips out of existence and the screen turns on the a particular interface.
>Oh, fuck no.
>It’s like Windows 10, except Macified.
>This is a sin against nature.
>You have to change this.
>Your hooves are poised over the ethereal keyboard that suddenly appeared when you realized the futility of your actions.
>Hooves can’t program for shit.
>You turn around to ask Gallo and Keli if it’s alright for you to change.
>It’s practically your house, and they’re guests.
>But you see them staring at you.
>”What?”
“Who was that? What was he talking about?” Gallo asks.
“Are you really going to raise an army of demons?” Keli frowns.
>You raise your hooves placidly.
>”Woah, woah. I’m not aiming to raise an army of demons. As for that guy let’s just say I’m a demon with a history.”
>Not really.
>You were a very boring person, a true neutral.
>Then you died.
 
 
>Then you became a pawn among billions for two great powers, among a billion other games, argued over simply over a matter of principles.
>Actually, that’s a great summary.
>”I’m just a pawn between two great powers. That creepy guy is one of said powers. Both powers gave me gifts so they could choose which side I would end up on.”
>You demonstrate your healing power by ridding Keli and Gallo of their bruises.
>Strangely enough, there’s a greater drain on your mana when you do it here.
>”Do you two mind if I change so I can monitor the outside?”
“Change?”
>You nod.
>The two look at one another.
>They reluctantly nod and tense up.
>You shift back into your human demon form, relishing the changes into something that can actually use a computer.
>Gallo and Keli stare at your luscious breasts and pert nipples.
>Their eyes trail down to your glistening sex,  DESIRE welling up inside both of them.
>You will some clothes onto you, something comfortable.
>This is basically your mobile home, after all.
>Sans crack pipes and questionable products.
>A black tank top forms over yourself, hugging your tits, erect nipples still visible through the cloth.
>Panties form over you, accentuating your tight ass.
>The two are speechless.
>You start navigating the desktop, absorbing residual DESIRE from the two.
>After finagling with the interface, you manage to change it to a far superior operating platform.
>Linux.
>Keli clears her throat.
“Is that your…true form?”
>You pause.
>Technically, it is.
>You may like the minotauress form.
>Free milk and all.
>And the zebra form was nothing to scoff at.
>But you’re most comfortable in this form.
>”Pretty much.”
>You find a bunch of weird options from ‘weather’ to ‘day/night’ and even ‘time distortion’.
>All of them were listed as Not Available.
>Fucking DLC.
>Or maybe it’s unlockable content.
>Something to think about.
 
 
>Gallo steps forwards.
“You seem far more approachable and…easier on the eyes than the other one.”
>D’aww.
>You could sense him trying to repress his length.
>You smile and rub his mane.
>“Thanks, Gallo, that means a lot to me.”
>Keli puffs out her cheeks, but you lean over and giver a nice rub too.
>Now she’s blushing and looking away, still frowning.
>You turn your attention back to the computer and open a shortcut called ‘WatchR’.
>Instantly, a window pops up with rotating footage of the lab you were just in.
>It worked like streetview, but in real time.
>Zombies still littered the room, but in far less than you had seen try to burst in.
>You pushed the window to the side and another desktop opened up for the footage, floating right next to the other one.
>Convenient.
>You click on another link labelled ‘WikiHell”.
>Might as well pass the time learning, instead of exploring the folder labelled ‘Best P0rn of 3000 B.C.E. to 2000 C.E!’
>Blah, blah, blah…
>Demons have blah blah balh…
>Be careful not to indulge in sexual acts with the same demon for too long else you’d become immune to what they feed you…
>yada yada yada…
>Wait, what?
>You scroll back up and read the section carefully.
>So apparently demons CAN feed on one another’s DESIRE.
>Just not for long with little breaks in between.
>That changes things.
>You look to your imps and smile.
>Sensing your desires, their flaccid lengths start to rise.
>But  you’re in company right now.
>You may feel tired from the fighting and the healing…
>But you don’t seem to have a private place.
>Well, except for that one door.
>…
>”You two keep a lookout on the undead…I’ll be, ah, resting awhile.”
>The two look at you curiously but hop on your chair once you’ve gotten up.
>Your tail wags sensually as you open the door, and you let out a small gasp.
>This room…
 
---
 
>It is pretty small considering, but that’s not what takes your breath away.
>Sure there’s a round, Emperor-sized bed against the far wall.
>But an entire wall is nothing more than shelves.
>Shelves full of toys.
>As you walk into the room, the lights turn up and the wall opposite to the arsenal turns clear until it becomes reflective.
>There are sex dungeons…
>And then there are sex CHAMBERS.
>This was definitely the latter.
>You usher your imps inside.
>This promised to be good.
>You close the door and saunter to the racks of toys.
>”So many choices~”
>You sigh as you trail your fingers along a massive rubber dong.
 
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>The rods of your imps harden as you peruse through your collection.
>You settle for a collapsible stripper pole.
>Might as well milk it for what it’s worth, right?
>You set the thing up as your spawn sit on the bed.
>Smiling coyly, you smoosh your breasts around the pole, cheered on by the yips of the imps.
>Somehow, maybe through instinct, you dance on the pole with amazing acrobatic ability.
>You slow down and advance on your imps, hips shaking, until you stand right in front of Latch.
>Their DESIRE grows as you bring your arms to your tits and grope.
>You groan and slide our hands down to your hips, taking of your panties slowly.
>Turning around and shaking your ass at them cause them to reach forward and grope you.
>Tropo tries to stick his muzzle in your rear, but your tail pushes him back.
>Despite how wet your own nethers are, and how tasty their cocks look, you know you have to drag this along.
>This amount of DESIRE trickling into you isn’t much, but could snowball if you play your ass right.
>Slowly, you coil off your tank-top and whip it about.
>You dance around slowly, just enough so your tits and ass swerve about hypnotically.
>Your prehensile tongue wiggle between your breasts, leaving a trail of saliva all over your chest.
 
>Your own saliva dribbles down until it reaches your cunt, aphrodisiac engorging your sex.
>You walk towards Latch once more, and lean down.
>You open your mouth and meet his with a passionate kiss.
>As your tongues warred in our mouths, her kneaded your jugs, making you moan in his mouth.
>You pull back and smile.
>You could sense their DESIRE grow more and more.
>They want to mount you, to do you.
>But your will is superior.
>You slowly make your way back to the rack, making sure to sway your hips.
>Picking up a vibrator and smiling, you face the imps and lick it sensually.
>Their cocks throb harder and you get closer o you can give them a good view of your snatch as you teased them.
>You turn on the vibrator and stick it near your snatch.
>This feeling…was unlike anything else before.
>The quivering, teasing…
>You bite your lip and exhale loudly.
>Your fluids are flowing freely down your inner thighs, drip dripping onto the floor.
>You get closer and closer to them.
>Finally, you can feel Cloth’s breath on your snatch, and feel his DESIRE skyrocket.
>Just as you felt yourself coming, you pulled away.
>You turned off the vibrator and put it on the bed.
>Did you have to clean them?
>Was that a thing in this plane?
>Whatever.
>You get back to the rack and your eyes light up.
>It’s a suction cup human dildo!
>But it seems to have sort of button near the balls…
>You squeeze it and a jet of gunk shoots onto your breasts.
>You look back at your imps and they stand at attention.
>Licking off the gunk, you smile as you realize it’s real semen.
>You’ve got an idea.
>Licking off the remains of the spunk, you put the dick on the mirror.
>The imps watch attentively as you get down on your knees and caress the fake dick.
>At first, they’re mere touches and caresses.
>Then you start stroking it.
>Licking it.
>You stare at them in the eyes as you take the cock from the side and wrap your tongue around it.
 
 
>You jerk it off with your tongue, staring at each of your imps in turn, even winking at Tropo.
>Their DESIRE flows into you like a river.
>It’s steady now.
>Not nearly as much as with the minotaurs.
>But more than you’d initially expected.
>Of course, this still hasn’t replaced what you’ve lost so far.
>You smile at the thought of finishing it off.
>You look in the mirror and give the dick a blowjob.
>One hand on the base, one on one of your erect nipples, massaging it.
>It pops out of your mouth and you moan sensually.
>”Oh, if only I had someone one who could give me the deep dicking I need~”
>You let go of the dick and start rubbing your breasts as you looked away from your imps.
>”I’m just so-o h-h-horny!~”
>You get on all fours and back up into the dong.
>It rubs between your ample ass cheeks a few times as you bashfully bite your lip and look away.
>”All I have is this plastic toy” You whine, “And it isn’t even close to the real thing~”
>The imps’ ears are perked up, but they know you don’t want them yet.
>You slowly take the length in your snatch, rolling your eyes back and licking your lips.
>The sight of yourself in the mirror, fat ass spread across the mirror with each thrust, turn you on further.
>”At this point, I’d even take it up the ass~”
>You pull out and position the dick over your tight cavity.
>Perks of being a lust demon: tight as a virgin, every time.
>You slowly push it in, and hang your head so you can watch two sets of voluptuous red breasts swinging with each thrust.
>The DESIRE grows, but this time it’s not coming from your imps.
>It’s coming from the door.
>Internally, you smile.
>The thought of Keli or Gallo spying on you makes you want to take it further.
 
>Be Keli.
>Be suspicious about that demon, Anonymous.
>You had just lost two good stallions to undead, and while Anonymous may have saved your life, you don’t get her angle.
>As Gallo looks over the strange floating rectangle, you make your way to the door, carpet muffling your hooves.
>You push the door open slightly to see…
>Whoop.
>Your cheeks redden at the sight.
>You should probably close the door and forget you ever saw this.
>But this Anonymous knew her stuff!
>She had already seduced Gallo, and you had to learn her tricks.
>So, well, a better mare could seduce him.
>You.
>Not any other reason.
>Not because the way her exotic body moved made you tingle in ways only Gallo could make you.
>Not because she was taking that /thing/ in her special place so well.
>Not because of her delicious moans…
>Not because of the way her massive teats bounce about as she takes it up the ass.
>…Maybe you should…
>Attune yourself to her?
>Yeah.
>That.
>You slowly start to move your sticky rear on the carpet.
>Hairs tickling your snatch just right.
>Mmmmm.
>Oh, she’s stopped.
>She’s approaching the dick now…
>And—Woah!
>She swallowed that thing in one gulp!
>No wait, she’s going back and forth…
>Sucking, as she tugs at the base?
>…
>Maybe you should take notes.
 
>Be Anonymous.
>Be sucking massive dick.
>So just another day as OP.
>Original Penisucker.
>Thanks to Keli, you’re almost back at the level you were when you first came to Chanam.
>Time to go finish this, and become more powerful than you ever have been.
>You give the cock a few more tugs, winking at yourself in the mirror.
>There’s a puddle of vaginal fluids at your knees, and it’s about to no longer be the gunk on the floor.
>”Oh if I only a male would fuck me~”
>You look over to the imps and they seem eager to go.
>”Oh, but that would be so wrong!~”
>You bring a finger to your lip as you continue jerking the dick off.
 
 
>”After all, you are my children. Even if you have such thick, virile cocks!~”
>You raise your ass to them, slobbering cunt in full view as you suck the dick.
>You pull it out of your mouth with a loud pop and a smack of your lips.
>Clenching down on the trigger, a sea of splooge comes bursting out of the dildo all over your face.
>It must be magical, because as long as you hold the trigger, it keeps shooting.
>It gets all over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, and some even shoots onto your back.
>Still on your knees, now more white than red, you look over yourself.
>”Oh, what a mess~” You sigh “If only there were some way to clean it up…”
>You turn to the imps and smile.
>”Cloth, Tropo, Latch, why don’t you come lick Mama clean?~”
>They’re upon you like jackals.
>Cloth licks your face clean, hard dick nestled between your breasts, until you two started kissing.
>Tropo trails his tongue down your back licking up semen until he gets to your butt, when he starts massaging your tush as he licks up your fluids off the floor.
>Latch climbs up from your legs licking up the rivulets of fluid and cum until he shoves his muzzle into your wanting cunt.
>The sensation of being cleaned by your own children lights a raging fire in you.
>You were going to stop here, their DESIRE flooding into you.
>But you just had to reward them.
>You angle your ass towards the door, tail swishing to and fro.
>Your head is on the floor and Cloth is licking the spunk of your flattened breasts as Tropo licks in the crevice of your shoulder blades where your wings meet your body.
>Latch climbs onto your ass and leans upside down to clean out your vagina in front of Keli.
>The DESIRE mounts further until you say the words.
>”Oooh, my children! Don’t! I don’t want to be fucked!”
>But you do.
>And they know so.
 
>You flip over and Latch teases you by rubbing his dick against your labia, hit the clit with each gentle glide.
>You grab Cloth and Tropo’s dicks and start jacking them off.
>Latch enters you in one swift motion, his thrusts shaking your body to the core.
>”Oooooh yes!~”
>You kiss the tips of Cloth and Tropo’s rods as each slap against your cunt sends your tits flying into your face.
>As Latch’s tandem increases, you continue teasing your other two sons with small kisses and licks to their cocks.
>”Yes! How could Mommy have been so wrong?~”
>You start jacking off ferociously, and you could feel them about to cum.
>But you’ve got one more trick for Keli.
>Their bodies are yours to control.
>Cloth and Tropo try to cum, but your control over their bodies won’t let them.
>Latch bottoms out in you and fills you with his seed, and the sensations overpower you.
>You moan and cum, the force of your orgasm ejecting Latch’s load in a massive spray.
>You stand up, cum still leaking out of your pussy and look at Cloth and Tropo, who are frozen mid orgasm.
>The feeling of cumming fills them, yet they can’t ejaculate.
>”Ooh, poor things…Do you still need to cum?”
>They don’t respond, their eyes are rolled back.
>”Personally, I’m exhausted. Maybe you should help each other out?~”
[gets gay here]
>They nod, shuddering and move to one another before grabbing each others’ dicks and jacking them off.
>”Poor things~”
>You shake your head.
>”Now they’re all alone…I know, we should join them!”
>A massive cock explodes out of your inner folds and grows to be as tall as the imps.
>It touches the bottom of your breasts as you lay down for Latch to sixty-nine you.
>Cloth and Tropo begin sucking each other off as you and Latch start to vigorously facefuck each other.
 
 
>He’s too short to fully take your length, but that’s why your dick is so big anyways.
>His drool drips onto your tits and you watch with a smile as Cloth and Tropo star deepthroating each other.
>It’s time to end this.
>You slither your tongue up Latch’s dick and into his ass, where you massage his prostate.
>You release your control on Cloth and Tropo and they ejaculate like hoses, releasing each other’s dicks from their mouths only to drench one another in semen.
>Latch cums in your mouth, filling your stomach with enough cum that it looks like you swallowed a basketball.
>He slides off of your distended belly and onto the sticky ground.
>You look over the collapsed imps and smirk.
>Making sure Keli has the perfect view of you from the side, you start jerking off over your imps.
>Your tongue dances over your face, licking of the precum as you rub your swollen belly sensually with one hand, jerking off faster and faster with the other.
>Your errant hand curves up your distempered abdomen and gropes a nipple as your tongue collects the drool on your jugs.
>You jack off faster and faster until both your hands have your mast, arms squeezing your massive tits together.
>You cum and whine in ecstasy, semen covering your collapsed imps further.
 
---------------------------------------------[LEWD END]------------------------------------------------------------------
 
>Maybe your own DESIRE could fuel them as it did you?
>If so, demons are truly overpowered.
>”Clean this up, okay?”
>The three of them nod and your dick recedes back whence it came, like the mighty loch ness monster.
>You clean yourself up, not caring that your belly was still swollen.
>You will the same garments to appear on you, and walk out the door as your sons lick up the mess.
>”I’m back!”
>Keli is taring at the ground, flustered.
>You skip over the wet streak in the carpet and walk over to the computer.
>Here’s hoping there’s soundproofing.
>Gallo turns to look up from the screen.
>”Ahem…’I was born on the twenty-fifth day of spring, and when my mother first laid eyes on me, she wept, for she knew that she would never do any better in her life.’ Oh lord. ‘It may be true that my father later died in a foraging accident, but I suspect that he wasn’t able to take the pressure of raising a superior being.’
>Ho
>Lee
>Shit.
>”’When I was two, my mother decided to recreate my conception, but failed miserably. My sister—blah blah lah, yada yada…’”
>Pages and pages went on about every aspect of his early life that he could remember, and every perceived slight against him.
>”’—And that is my life until now. So begins the narrative of my life.’ Wait, did Rastazanfulbaracha write a prologue for his own /diary/? And was any of that remotely true?”
“I remember him when we were foals.” Gallo says. “He kept mostly to himself. He had some mildly impressive alchemy abilities, but nothing that hinted of genius.”
>You nod and keep reading.
>”’Sister is nothing but a meathead…Elder knows nothing…Keli rejected my offer of becoming wife to one such as I?’”
>You and Gallo stare at Keli.
“He offered me what was obviously a potion that smelt of crushed Heart’s Desire and…musk. Obviously a love poison.”
>Both of you grimaced.
>First time you’ve seen Gallo legitimately angry rather than calm and accepting.
>Seriously, he’s got the mental sanctity of a saint.
>You flip through the pages, trying to find a marker, a fold, ink blots, SOMETHING.
>Until you find it.
>Anywhere else, it would have been non-descript.
>But in this guy’s journal, it stood out like a sore thumb,
>Hoof.
>Something.
>”’I’ve found someone that is smarter than I. More powerful than I will ever be.’”
>Gallo and Keli perked up as you read that passage.
>A potential ally?
>A weakness?
>”’I decided to go to where the dragon is said to be sleeping. I had prepared a few deadly poisons that I would toss in its nostrils—‘”
>Keli scoffs and mutters something about suicide.
>”’When I saw him, I was in awe. He did not care about the gold at his hooves, but at the scales and bones in front of him. His creations swarmed the carcass as blood shone still on his metal-clad hooves.’”
>Cool, so he isn’t the dragon-slayer.
>”’In one unnatural motion his head swung towards me. And for the first time in my life, I was afraid. In but a blink he was before me, face hidden behind that emotionless maks. His blue eys shone like suns, boring into me. One of his creations, mimicking a fly landed upon my neck and I could feel it’s stinger start to bore into my skin.’”
>Wait a second, this isn’t how it ends…
>”’But he saw something in me. The fake bug flew away to join its millions of other metal brethren, and he passed the book to me.’”
‘Read this. I will be back in a few days with Changelings to make pods. You will collect nearby villagers into these modified pods and I will come collect what the pods extract. Work for me, and you will have power and longevity beyond your imagination. Fail me, and you will serve me the way that dragon and her hatchlings did.’
>”’I couldn’t help but swallow at the implications. I sat there, dumbfounded, for what seemed like days. When I came to, the dragons were gone, and not even blood stained the gold I stood upon. So I read the book. I learned. I became smarter, more powerful than ever before. True to his word, he came back, with strange black creatures with insect wings and horns. They dug passages and formed ‘pods’, which he then modified. He personally built a study and a mushroom farm using his ‘bots’, and I stood by, enamored.’”
>You really don’t like these implications.
>”’So I will do as he says. And one day, centuries from now, I will surpass him. I will become superior.’”
>The three of you fall silent and stare at the book.
>yfw this isn’t even the final boss.
>You skim the rest of the pages and see it’s nothing more than runes, equations, and occasional tirades.
>And apparently he still hasn’t given up on his desire to bang Keli.
>And he’s completely okay with doing it with her while she’s dead.
>Eugh.
>You know you’re a hypocrite, but this is all types of wrong.
>The dead aren’t just rotting corpses.
>They’ve got no DESIRE, no will.
>Just puppets.
>So he basically wants to stick his dick in a rotten puppet that looks like Keli.
>Wait, no, this passage amends that, realizing that she’d be a puppet.
>Now he wants the zombies to pin her down as he impregnates her with a ‘perfect child of body and mind’.
>This guy is like Satan’s poster child.
>Except the Prince of darkness is actually capable of charisma.
>You sigh and lean back in your chair.
>One thing’s for sure:
>When either you or Gallo snap this fucker’s neck, Keli isn’t going to be in his sight.
 
 
 
 
>You turn back to the monitors and smile at the sight of an empty room.
>Then you frown when the door opens.
>The smile returns as you see that it’s a living zebra.
>And the frown is back when you realize it isn’t B’Mala, but Rastazan.
>Those names are so much easier as nicknames.
>He sighs and sits down on a chair, looking for something.
“Where did I--? Ah, never mind. Other than yet another group of idiots trying to kill me, nothing of note happened today. Ironic that their attempts simply give me more bodies to reanimate, and more blood to summon demons from Niflheim.”
>His very voice bled some sort of nasally arrogance.
>You considered popping back in and snapping his neck in one fell swoop, but you decided to wait until the time was right.
>The door opened again, with two imps carrying someone into the room.
>”Its B’Malaicifircas! He’s all right!”
>Keli and Gallo lean in to stare.
>pic related.
“Where?”
>”There’s nothing left!”
“But you said he’s alright! How could you know if there’s nothing left?”
>”No, I mean he’s literally completely right. The left side of his body is missing.”
“What? But he…there’s time to grieve later.” Keli’s face set into a frown.
>You turn your attention back to the crazy guy.
“So that’s what’s left of him? Pity…he would have made a fantastic undead. Oh well. Throw him in the pile, I’ll use his blood later.”
>The imps nod and drag the corpse away.
>Rastazan hums a jaunty tune and clears his desk.
>He picks up some sort of amulet and begins cleaning it and writing notes on a paper on the side.
>He’s interrupted by a strange mechanical bumblebee glowing neon blue flying down a pipe.
>It bops him in the nose, and you could see a vein throbbing on his head.
“What is it, sir?”
>Sir?
=“ Rastazanfulbaracha.”
>The voice is distorted, but you could sense a hint of giddiness.
“It is time for my quota, isn’t it?”
=“You are correct, my little zebra. I’m so…proud isn’t the word for it. Disgusted, mostly. But in this case, the ends do justify the means.”
“Don’t the ends always justify the means? The victors always write history, after all. Sir.”
>You could feel the venom in that last word.
=“I don’t intend to write history, my little zebra. I’m not like you, someone who desires power for the sake of it, or worse yet, for prosperity.”
> Rastazanfulbaracha snorts, but the bug flies around him, ignoring the derisive sound.
=“Nevertheless, letting you live and use the book I found to fulfill your wishes while paying me a tithe in that deliciously potent life force has to be one of my most efficient decisions yet.”
> Rastazanfulbaracha shifts uneasily.
“What is it even for? I’ve seen what even a small amount can do…The amount I’ve given you so far could fill a large lake.”
=“You needn’t worry. It’ll be enough to satisfy my goal, according to my calculations. Soon, all of the wrongs will be righted. I need only one or two more shipments. Then you are free from my yoke, free to do as you like until the end of days.”
>This is way more than you expected.
>You’re in over your head.
>Gallo and Keli are trying to piece together what this guy means, but you know just from the way he talks.
>This guy isn’t afraid of looking at the world like a chessboard where entire villages are pieces.
>And what’s all this talk about moral superiority?
“So this shipment…?”
=“I’ve just finished collecting it. See you next month, Rastazanfulbaracha.”
>The bot flies back up the pipe and disappears.
> Rastazanfulbaracha collapses in a heap and sighs.
“Even from far away he scares me. This was exhausting, I need to get some sleep before I can properly study this amulet of unawareness. Far superior to an invisibility rune. Too bad it’s powered by the wearer’s magic rather than ambient magic…”
>He yawns and clears paper off his bed and…
>Oh geez.
>That’s a doll.
>A doll with Kei’s manestyle and green buttons for eyes.
>There’s even a pocket vagoo.
>He cuddles up to the doll and falls asleep.
>You wait a few minutes as his breathing starts to slow and get into rhythm.
>”Now’s out chance.”
>You grab a pair of zebras and close your eyes.
>You will yourselves back into the room and feel a small tugging sensation.
>The tugging grows and you’re back.
>…And your breasts feel really warm.
>You look down to see the two zebras squeezed against your ample chest.
>Right.
>Anything created cannot be brought back.
>Since it’s time for business, you will your suit back on.
>The two are blushing, trying to find something to talk about.
>Unfortunately, Keli found something.
“Does he have a doll of me?”
>She leaned in for a sniff.
“It…he cut off a chunk of my mane for it!” She hisses.
>You grab the amulet Rastazanfulbaracha had been observing and toss it in the air before catching it.
>It’s super convenient.
>Like its only purpose is to prevent plot holes…
>Sorry, assholes from find you.
>Their funny language quirks are catching on.
>You grab the longest wire you could find and make a necklace.
>You put it on, and Keli and Gallo jump.
>Taking it off you ask them a question.
>”Did I go invisible?”
“More than that. I couldn’t smell you or sense your soul.” Gallo whispers.
>Perfect.
>”Both of you should wear this, and get to the pods. Free the prisoners. I’ll finish Rastazanfulbaracha.”
“But…There’s only one necklace.” Keli stammers.
>You smile widely.
>”Then you’ll have to stick real close to each other.”
>The two of them stammer a bit, but they get close as you drop the necklace around their necks.
>They disappear.
>Neat.
>You turn around to a completely unaware shmuck, just waiting to get his shit wrecked.
>Morally speaking, you know it’s very wrong to kill.
>But this guy has a lot of power, is key to an even bigger plot, and has done reprehensible things.
>So you’ll meditate on your actions later, when everyone’s out of danger.
>Plus, you could always point to the Crusades or something if this comes up on your record.
>Ugh.
>Moral quandaries, even simple ones like this one, are the worst.
>You make a fist and loom over him.
>With one swing and a really loud cracking sound, you break his neck.
>…
>”That was easy.”
>You slapped your hand against your mouth.
>Why did you have to say it?
>Almost instantly red runes formed over his corpse.
>But more than over Eguoretsev.
>Like a lot more.
>His body was completely obscured by rune circles until they all vanished.
>There stood Rastazanfulbaracha.
>Eyes burning red.
>Shadowing smoke clinging to him.
>Did you miss the decomposition?
>Because he went from full flesh and blood to skelezebra in about ten seconds.
“You…demon.”
>If he wasn’t a lich then, he is now.
>You two stare at one another.
>…
>It’s starting to get awkward.
>”So are you upset that I killed you or—oof!”
>Diplomacy failed when he sent a spectral bone into your gut.
>Lucky for you, it didn’t pierce you, but it still hurt like hell.
“You are a strange demon…No doubt summoned by some village to be rid of me.”
>You summon your trusty bat and fling a few dark beams his way.
>Papers explode all around the lich.
>Bones and beams of dark energy are exchanged.
>When the smoke clears, the both of you are still standing, but the notes and experiments are suitably destroyed.
“What did you hope to accomplish, demon? Most of your shots missed.”
>There’s some miasma that seems to stick to where you hit him, but it clears up slowly.
>Far slower than your own regeneration.
>And you’re still full of energy.
>You chuckle.
>”Don’t mistake me for an imp, Rastazanfulbaracha.”
>He tenses, somehow, at the mention of his name.
>”And did I really miss? All those notes, those plans…they were worth something right? You just helped me erase your presence further.”
>The fire in his eye sockets burns brighter.
“You…YOU FOUL MONSTROSITY!”
>He blitzes towards you and you brace for impact.
>Both of you collapse in a pile, exchanging blows.
>It’s hard to hit his bones, but you could feel them cracking.
>He hits you, and your own suit protects you.
>But where he hits your skin, you start to rot and it takes longer to heal.
>A swift uppercut sends his head flying.
>His body collapses in a heap, but then follows the body piece by piece.
>You stand at a distance, room thoroughly destroyed.
>Both of you have healed your injuries.
>This has become a war of attrition.
>And as nice it is to take the heat off of Gallo and Keli, you don’t know the limits of his power.
>Old Grandma Masque’s words ring to you, in her weird, French-Hungarian accent.
 
 
>>”Don’t truhst a mahn who geev you smyle and rhye bread. For eet ees either poisonedt ohr ohld.”
>Not those words.
>>”Nehvah geht eento war of attrrishteeion weet Leech. Leech always ween.”
>She could have been talking about leeches, but you were in the Parisian catacombs at the time, and Masque dragged you around with her gypsy friends.
>So you have to end this quick.
>And since you weren’t a moron, you decide to go for the glowy bit that acts as a core to his body.
>His skull.
>You smile and rush at him.
>Smiling as you grab his skull with both hands, you begin to squeeze them together.
>Before he delivers an oddly powerful punch to your abdomen.
>You look down to see some sort of rune on your stomach.
>That isn’t good.
“It seems you weren’t as lost in thought as I’d believed.”
>Rastazanfulbaracha moves his cracked skull around.
“You’ve found my emergency phylactery. Quite clever of you. But I’ve also been preparing. I’ve placed a kinetic rune on your stomach. When I will it, the ambient magic surrounding you condenses and pushes against the rune, ergo, you. You will be sent flying until your body can no longer take it. Your internal organs will be crushed, your bones ground to dust.”
>You get to your knees before you’re sent flying backwards again.
>You’re against the door now.
“You can no longer do anything. Every time you get up, I will put you back down. This is an indisputable fact. It makes me wonder; when you die, will there be a body that I can use? Can I even use an undead with a hole in its abdomen? Answers I am willing to find out.”
>Where the fuck are your imps?
>Oh right…
>Cleaning up your mess.
>You raise an arm to fire a bolt of energy.
CRACK!
>There goes the door.
>Again.
“I just repaired that door.” He tuts.
>You know.
>You slowly get up and summon a shield around you.
“A good effort, but futile nonetheless.”
>You’re sent flying through the shattered remains of your own shield.
>Ow.
 
>Pain.
>Your suit has a hole now, showing off your cute belly.
>Cute if it weren’t bruised.
>Regeneration is slower.
>He’s whittling you down.
>You look behind you and see the giant flask is almost completely empty.
>Tiny rivulets stream to the bottom, already having filled a couple gallons.
“Pay ATTENTION!”
>You’re sent flying once more, bowling over a few innocent undead bystanders.
>The undead slowly move out of your way.
>Obviously, Rastazanfulbaracha still wants you for himself.
>Wait a second…
>You concentrate on his own DESIRE.
>Surprisingly enough, the lich did have DESIRE.
>Twisted as it may be.
>You feel your form shift to that of a small zebra mare.
>”You wouldn’t hurt me, would you, Rastazan?”
>You flutter your eyelids for good measure.
>He pauses.
>You smirk, you’ve got him—
“Don’t you DARE mock Keli’s image!” He bellows and sends you flying.
>Ow.
>Ow.
>Ow.
>You did get a spike of DESIRE.
>But you instantly lost it to regeneration with that strike.
>You’re still sliding across the floor, in fact.
>Three skips has to be a record.
>You’re directly underneath the flask now, staring at that glowing blue above you.
>The crazy bastard rushes over to you and begins hammering you with his hooves and his rune.
>A small crater forms under you from the amount of times he’s activated the rune.
>You decide that shifting to your human form is safer for now.
>Rastazan eases off of you.
“You see now how futile this is? How useless you are before my might?”
>Great, he’s monologuing.
>While he’s on your naked chest.
>You tune him out as your eyes drift behind him.
>The blue…
>If he’s undead…
>And that’s life essence…
“And that is why your kind will always be to my beck and call, as mere thralls!”
>”Yeah,” You grin with a cough. “But there’s one thing I have that you’ll never have.”
>He raises an eyebrow.
“And what’s that?”
>Sex appeal, charisma, a real personality, morals, people who love you, the list goes on, really.
>”Hands.”
 
 
>You wiggle your fingers as your tail his spine.
>He looks behind him to see what hit him, and you take the opportunity to grab his cranium and hurl it towards the flask.
>Instantly, you’re punted back down again, but not before he is sent on his way.
>His teeth lodge into the glass and it cracks slightly.
>He seems to frown at you, but the fires in his orbitals grow smaller as he realizes what’s happening.
>His own bones rush up to him to attach themselves, sealing his fate.
>After a lot of boring and clanging against the thick glass, the bones puncture, causing gallons of life liquid to cascade onto him.
>You wisely decide to avoid it, hoping it did not make him stronger.
>He reassembles himself and screeches.
“YOU FOOL! YOU THOUGHT LIFE AND UNDEATH WERE OPPOSITES, WEAKNESSES! BUT THIS AURA HAS ONLY MADE ME—”
>Thankfully his ungodly screaming was interrupted by a tree.
>Namely, a tree that sprouted under his hooves and quickly surrounded him.
>You watch in awe as the wood envelopes the bones, crushing them to pieces.
>The last you see of Rastazanfulbaracha is the dying flames in his skull as the branches close around, extinguishing the flames forevermore.
>The zombies stop moving about and simply freeze in place.
>You let out a sigh of relief.
>You shift back into your more ‘normal’ zebra form and prepare to leisurely make your way to the pods.
>Until you notice a branch from the still growing tree snag up an immobile zombie.
>The zombie quickly becomes one with the branch, feeding it further.
>The tree still seems to be growing.
>Maybe even faster.
>You should probably hurry.
>A trot becomes a gallop as you hear the intense creaking of a tree growing exponentially.
>You’d be okay with increased girth and length, but not in this situation!
>The cave rumbles as the roots burrow through the ground.
>You high tail it out of there, rushing into the pod room.
 
>”Dammit Cloth, Tropo, Latch! Where are you?!”
>With bursts of shadow, your three imps appear.
>Woah, looks like you can summon your demons instantly.
>You burst into the room where a bunch of balding minotaurs and zebras are helping each other to their hooves.
>”No time to explain!” You yell as you will your imps to release the rest out of their pods. “We’ve got to get out of here, NOW!”
>Keli and Gallo’s eyes widen and they nod.
>You fly to the uppermost pods, freeing who you can as the rumbling increases in intensity.
>Finally, everyone’s one their hooves and you all start hoofing it towards the exit.
“Is Rastazanfulbaracha dead?” Keli asks as you gallop.
>”Yes! Eaten by a very fast tree!”
>She stumbles.
“A…Tree?”
>Roots burst from the ground behind you and some zebras scream.
“A tree!” Gallo confirms.
>All of you stop by the lip of the cavern, overlooking all the gold.
>How are you going to get across?
>The cavern rumbles and massive stalactites fall from the ceiling as roots rope around them.
>There is now a clear path to the exit.
>”Neat!”
“Convenient!” Agrees Gallo.
“Trap?” Cautions Keli.
>The three of you look back to the rumbling wall of wood.
>”Worth it!” You yell as you lead ahead, leaping from stalactite to stalactite.
>You make sure to will your imps to carry the weaker, slower ones head and come back for others as they make the crossing.
>Everybody rushes out into the tunnel and after a few terrifying seconds of running, you all reach the outside, welcomed by a sunset.
“Well, it was a rough going, but we’ve accomplished our mission. The necromancer, Rastazanfulbaracha, is no more!” Gallo declares.
>A few people listening to us cheered, but the rest were too busy catching their breath.
“It’s too bad about the cave. I could spot quite a few ores, even discounting all the gold.” Keli grumbles.
>The rumbling starts again and a massive tree burst out from the plateau.
>Gold coins and blue liquid rains from the skies, healing the emancipated zebras and minotaurs somewhat as the grass around you grows greener and denser.
>A massive root bursts out of the side of the plateau, and water flows after it.
>Makes sense: A mother dragon and her babies lived there for a while, and there was no massive reservoir of water in sight.
>The newly formed river gushes forward, disappearing into the horizon.
>The tree slows and finally stops growing, touching the sparse clouds.
>Everyone is just too dumbfounded to react.
>Seriously though, you are considering yourself super lucky that it ends so well for everyone.
>Even if you don’t know if there were more pods in there.
>You don’t want to think about that, but you think you know.
>Gallo smiles, oblivious to the possibilities.
“Let’s return to Chanam, shall we? We can escort these others to their villages once they’re in top form.”
>You nod, silent.
>You may have accidentally slaughtered a bunch of people in your stupid attempt to kill Rastazanfulbaracha.
>Keli pats your shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
>You try a smile.
>”Nothing you need to worry about.”
“Come on, Anonymous.”
>You frown but you decide to talk about your problems.
>”Keli…I don’t think I saved everyone. There were more hallways, but I couldn’t check them all. With that stupid attempt to kill Rastazan, I may have caused a lot of collateral damage. I’m just thinking—”
>You are interrupted by a hug.
“Anonymous…thank you. You went above and beyond your duties, and have shown me there’s more to seeing things as easily as zebras and demons.”
>A nearby minotaur huffs.
“And minotaurs. Good and evil isn’t restricted to species. As for the collateral…I have a feeling that as long as they aren’t in Rastazanfulbaracha’s hooves, their souls can rest easy.”
>The minotaur approaches you.
“You are the one that defeated the necromancer?”
>You nod apprehensively.
>The minotaur bows low.
“Thank you. Being in those pods was a fate worse than death. There were no dreams, no awareness. Just moments of lucidity filled with panic and pain. If there are others you couldn’t save, they are in a better place.”
>He looks over the now green plains.
“Not to mention how fertile the Plains look now. Our villagers will be sure to return to harvest the gold from the plateau.”
>He chuckles.
“In fact, we may even move there!”
>The rest of the way to Chanam gets progressively louder as the sun disappears.
>The air of despair that once hung as heavy as the harsh sunlight dissipated, leaving a crowd of happy zebras and minos.
>Not to mention the cheering that rose up when you all trotted into Chanam.
>You, Keli, and Gallo are taken up by the zebras and carried about.
>That’s when Trepidik broke out the liquor.
>The celebration escalated from there and you got swept up in the giddiness.
>Your previous doubts wash away and you begin to look at the good.
>You’ve saved a hundred and sixty prisoners, as well as countless villages.
>You’ve brought life back to the plains.
>You’ve brought riches and resources.
 
>All in all, ya done good kid.
>So you go a little crazy.
>Not too crazy.
>You let yourself get groped, kiss a few stallions and mares, and rub yourself provocatively.
>But nothing like public sex or masturbation.
>The DESIRE from this celebration seeps into you.
>You spot Gallo, completely sober, milling about nervously.
>Keli is trying to inch her way towards him.
>Maybe you should just let them be.
>…
>Or you could accelerate the process.
>You trot over to Gallo and pull him into a tent.
>”Time to discuss payment. Remember the clauses that said you’d pay me in both wages and DESIRE lost?”
“I can get the gems ready. But how do I pay you in desire?”
>You lean close to him and smile.
>Your cloak drops away, revealing yourself to him.
>”Through sex.”
>Gallo blushes and stammers.
>All the while, you keep track of the increasingly aggressive soul outside the tent.
>”Of course it doesn’t have to be with me. It can be with any mare (or stallion) willing to do the deed with either you or I.”
>Keli hesitates.
>You turn your head towards the tent flap and smile.
>Gallo follows your gaze quizzically.
>”Of course, if you do it with me, it will be absolutely amazing. No other mare would satisfy you.”
>Keli burst through the flap and stumbles.
“Heeeeey…”Her voice cracks as she tries to strike a casual pose. “Do you two need me for anything? After all that mess, I could do, erm, anything as a thank you.”
>Cyute.
>”Well, there is one thing…” You say as Gallo’s face burns red.
[Extra bit here maybe? One lewd per chapter guys. I’ll write it later as an extra or something]
>The three of you are enjoying the afterglow.
>Gallo pulls you and Keli closer and sighs.
“That…went well.”
>”Thank goodness I was here, else your first time would have either been super awkward, or you’d both been old.”
“Hey!” Keli scrunches her muzzle. “You…you’re probably right.” She huffs.
>You smile.
>This is nice.
 
>You wish you could end every night like this.
>But something lingers.
> Rastazanfulbaracha’s boss is still lurking like many anons with their hands wrapped around their dicks.
>Out there.
>Leering.
>Up to no good.
> Rastazanfulbaracha’s boss as well.
>Your smile falls.
>It seems like you’re the only one with the potential to face him.
>But you know so little…
>He seems to be collecting ‘Aura’ for some purpose.
>He believes he has the moral high ground despite all the terrible things he’d orchestrated through Rastazanfulbaracha.
>He is in contact with strange, bug-like creatures called Changelings.
>And he has control over robotic bugs.
“Anonymous? Are you all right?”
>You blink yourself out of your reverie.
>”Sorry…I was just thinking.”
“About what?” Keli asks, nudging you.
>”About Rastazanfulbaracha’s boss. I have to find him. I have to stop him.”
>Gallo and Keli’s expressions fall.
“Do you have to go?” Gallo asks. “You’re welcome to stay. In fact, I’m considering uniting all the nearby villages so we can live on the plateau.”
>Keli leans over Gallo’s stomach and boops your snoot.
>You scrunch and Keli looks at you with sad eyes.
“You’re a good demon, Anonymous. You’ve saved us. Stay here, and the three of us can herd together.”
>You shake your head.
>”If he continues to roam, others like Rastazanfulbaracha will pop up. That’s bad not just for you guys, but everyone else in the world. I have to stop him.”
>You look at the couple as they stare at you with loving eyes.
>”Furthermore, I may have my own soul, but I’m still a demon. An unbelievably sexy, awesome, amazing demon, but a demon nonetheless. I can’t chain myself to you two. I’ll only bring you down.”
>And they might be against your plans to raise a demon army against thee big bad, but that’s best left unsaid.
>You lean forwards and give Keli a kiss.
>Then Gallo.
>”To you two, I give the blessing of fertility. May your children grow fast and strong, so your line will be assured.”
>You feel the prickling sensation of a blessing taking hold.
>You get up and start walking out.
>”I’ll be back one day, when this threat no longer threatens the world.”
“Wait.” Keli trots up to you and presses the amulet of unawareness in your hoof. “A gift in return. Please come back to see the city you helped create.”
>She hugs you.
>You return her embrace and you walk off into the sunrise.
>Gallo catches Keli’s eye and they blush.
“Some night, huh.”
>Keli trots back to his side and lays next to him.
“Some night.” She agrees.
>The two stare at one another before leaning over to form a passionate kiss.
“Keli?”
“Hm?”
“What should we call this new city?”
“Hmmm…how about ‘Ral’Ktan’?”
“’Heroic Traveler’? It fits, oddly enough. What a perfect place to get married.”
>Keli smiles and nestles further into Gallo’s warm body.
“I think so too.”
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>Guess who inspired my big bad!
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