Title:           Anon the Lust Demon: Chapter 3
Author:          DisappointmentWriter
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>Normally, when you walk off into the sunset, a lone, wandering hero, you sing some jaunty tune as you clean your six-shooter.
>You gaze up into the darkening sky and feel the smiling gazes of Lucky Luke, John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, and Chuck Norris.
>Chuck Norris before the shapeshifting lizardmen wasted 99% of their population to kill and replace him.
>Not that lame copy.
>But you have no horse.
>You have no six-shooter.
>The only remotely western thing you know is the cowgirl.
>You are Anonymous, Lust Demon extraordinaire.
>Wrangler of cocks, rider of pussies.
>And after an awesome exit, you sort of started to regret it.
>You have plenty of energy, and you could rest for a while in your own personal hell.
>It’s quite comfortable.
>But walking…
>It’s so boring…
>You do have a plan, contrary to what that vulture perched on the cactus over there may think.
>Fuck him for underestimating you.
>Originally, you’d thought that this world was a desolate wasteland with interspersed villages.
>A la primitive Narnia or Mad Max I.
>Or the majority of Australia.
>So, mad max.
>But that tech in the pods.
>It looked pretty modern.
>And it seems this big bad either is this world’s crazy Leonardo Da Vinci…
>Or he went to some sort of college.
>So your best lead is to figure out where he learned how to make magitech.
>Or find Changelings.
>But judging by their name, they’d be a bit harder to find.
>In conclusion: Get out of the boonies.
>Sad to think all the people you’ve met (and sexed) so far have been this world’s hillbillies.
>No wonder Keli was okay with you fucking your own imps!
>Well, you were okay with that, too.
>But they weren’t really your family the same way your previous family was.
>You’d normally be disgusted at the thought of screwing your own family.
>But this was…okay somehow.
>More evidence that you’ve changed a lot mentally.
>But the downside of incest is kind of null here.
>No genes.
>Nor pants.
>Ha!
>Maybe. You’re not sure how half-demons come about if you can inseminate or be impregnated with full demons.
>Eat your heart out, Mendel.
>Thankfully, you’re freed from stupid philosophical and semi-scientific arguments with yourself by transforming once more.
>You fall on all fours and get shorter.
>Your wings ripple and change as down grows, then primaries, secondarys, and tertiaries.
>Obviously what coming closer finds feathered wings very attractive.
>Maybe something innocent and pure, like your new, beautiful wings.
>Something that believes friendship is magic.
>You bring a talon up to your beak in thought.
>You do feel DESIRE stemming closer and closer…
>But something else is repressing it.
>Activating your soulsight, you try to find more.
>Something’s coming over the grassy knoll to your left.
>You feel a lot of purity, chastity.
>Honor.
>Loyalty.
>Holiness.
>And it’s getting closer.
>You spawn a mirror.
>Horns will have to go.
>Beak shouldn’t be so jagged.
>Talons dulled, and fur poofed.
>Your chest puff could be puffier.
>And your eyes…Stay green, but it takes more effort to hide the snake pupils and black sclera.
>Eyes are windows to the soul, after all.
>A gryphon smiles (somehow) in the mirror, innocent air surrounding it.
>Oop!
>Rusty red fur covers your spade tail.
>A beautiful gray gryphon with a rusty red lion half stared back at you.
>The mirror fades out of existence.
>Any second now…
>And…
>A massive galleon soars over the grassy knoll.
>It’s held up by two big, red blimps, with two fins on the bottom to catch the wind.
>The fins glide across the tallest of the grass and your breath is taken away at the sight.
>Shaking yourself, you take to the skies and stick out one thumb as a hitchhiker would.
>The ship slows down and veers slightly to accost you.
>A grim-looking gryphon female, completely gray with a snow leopard behind, stands atop the plank of the port bow.
“Greetings. I am Stabilus Grim, captain of the Holy Gryphon Empire, the one true Gryphon country. Who are you, hitchhiker, and where do your loyalties lie? I hope for your sake not with demons, for we deal with heresy quite swiftly.”
>Oi.
>”Yo, I’m Anonymous. I’m just a…gryphon on a quest. Would you happen to be heading towards any major city soon?”
“Aye. We’re just doing a bit of scouting on the edges of the Holy Gryphon Empire, the one true Gryphon country.”
>That’s the second time she’s said that.
“And one of our instruments detected a strong demonic presence a few days ago. I decided to investigate, but our supplies are about to run low, and there is little in the manner of foraging or hunting in the lawless Grasslands. We were going to turn back tonight.”
>Well shit.
>Demon hunters.
>Maybe you should hitchhike some other flying military galleon.
>But this is certainly convenient.
“You are welcome aboard, fellow gryphon. Come fly with us to the Holy Gryphon Empire, the one true Gryphon country.”
>You’re starting to doubt that the Holy Gryphon Empire is the one true gryphon country.
>”Thanks. I’d be willing to help with any task on the ship.”
>You struggle to keep the sultry tone out of your voice.
>Stabilus Grim runs a tight ship, and one mistake and you’d likely be crucified.
>Wait, that’s what they do to saints.
>They must do a lot worse to demons.
“On a completely unrelated note, would you like to see the demon detecting gem? It’s a rare treasure forged from the blood of a dragon.”
>”Umm, no thanks. I don’t want to cause a fuss.”
>Stabilus Grim laughs.
“You probably think it’s a massive gem. But no, it fits in my claw! I just need to raise it in the air…”
>She gets a gem out and raises it in the air.
>Fack.
>It starts going into ‘give everyone epilepsy mode while shooting lasers in your direction.
>All the gryphons stare at you.
>”I cum in peace?” You smile sheepishly.
“DEMON ON THE DECK!”
>Dogpiled.
>You are a powerful demon.
>Your strength has crushed liches.
>Your will has been enforced on hundreds.
>Your tongue has touched many a-penis.
>But when you’re dogpiled by dozens of gryphons, wearing odd armor that makes you weak…
>Well, now you’re being carried under the deck.
>You can’t see anything but roiling claws and feathers.
>Their armor shines somewhat in your soulsight, and you see a bunch of runes etched into it.
>Okay.
>So you’re a fairy type, and you’re weak against steel types.
>If only there were some sort of graph that could give you type matchups.
>You think about summoning Cloth, Latch, and Tropo, but you don’t like the look of those holy weapons.
>No respawning.
>The flock of gryphons throws you into the brig, and four of them simultaneously clamp your limbs down.
>The chain and manacles glow brightly in your soulsight, runes jumping out at you.
>You feel a prickling sensation and you start reverting to your human form.
>The gryphons leave the brig, and you finally get a real view.
>It’s a long, dimly lit hallway, chains hanging on the sides.
>Your back is to the smallest wall, facing the door at the end of the hallway.
>VIP.
>You look at your manacles and try to summon some magic as your form continues to revert.
>Good news: You don’t lose any of it.
>Bad news: Nothing happens.
>Not even when you try to escape to hell.
>Not even when you call for your imps.
>Shit.
>You’re on your knees, sitting your plump ass on the manacles holding your feet.
>You could move, but you couldn’t stand up, the chain isn’t long enough.
“So this is your true form, demon?”
>You look up to the lone gryphon.
>It’s grim.
>And her name is Grim.
>She’s so close that if you were to reach for her, you could almost brush your fingers against her pretty little beak.
>”Well, I’m sort of indecent. Do you have any clothes?”
>Her eyes trail down your svelte body.
>You could feel her DESIRE.
>It’s small, but it’s there.
>You pull at it, and a turgid length grows out of your snatch.
>The erect penis stands at attention.
>This works, but not transformation?
>What?
>Whatever, maybe because this is the most rooted power.
>Minor modification.
>Grim takes a step forwards, DESIRE starting to trickle.
>Yes…
>Another step…
>And—
>OOF!
>She just punched you in the gut.
>Her DESIRE is gone.
>So’s your dick.
>Her eyes are clear, and angry.
“Your tricks won’t work. I am Stabilus Grim the steadfast. My will is indomitable, unbreakable. I am not chained to the sinful pleasures of flesh as you are. I am free. And when we return to the Holy Gryphon Empire, we will study you. We will find more ways to defeat your kind. And one day, be it a year from now, or a century, we will destroy Niflheim.”
>Wow.
>Your charms failed.
>And you’re a tad reluctant to use your pheromones.
>If they work on her.
>Mostly because your tail is free.
>The second she turns around; you’ll start working on the wood holding the chains.
>But first, appeal to logic!
>”Listen, Grim. I know this looks bad, but you can rest assured that I’m a good girl!”
>Not now, sexy voice!
>”I wasn’t lying about my quest! There’s a bad guy out there, kidnapping people and stealing their energy by any means necessary. I’m trying to stop him!”
>Grim shakes her head.
“Demons are known to obfuscate the truth by any means necessary. The very fact you, a demon, claim to be searching for someone capable of such evil actions contradicts itself, save for the possibility that you wish to aid him.”
>You groan.
>”Can’t you  just do some soulsight? Verify the truth? I have a soul, you know!”
“No doubt blackened and shriveled by the dark forces that create all strife in the world. And speak not of the heretical powers of the zebras of the Grasslands! They commune with lesser demons every day!”
>Where is she even getting this crap?
“I await the day the Holy Emperor Bovem Stercus orders us to advance and burn away the Grasslands in purifying flame.”
>This is crazy.
>Warhammer 40k meets Templars meets jihadists in a wholly holy unholy matrimony crazy.
>”You’d burn the innocent without batting an eye?”
“I’d bear the sins if my emperor wills it. The purifying flames will only burn the wicked, and I will mourn them after the deed is done. But the deed is necessary, justified. Only the pure may succeed if we wish to rise.”
>”That’s…”
“Awful. I am aware. But there is no quarter given in the holy war. For the sake of the children of the Empire, this must be done.”
>She turns around and walks quietly down the hall.
>Stoic.
>You’re honestly a bit sick.
>The notorious combination of disgust that thrums deep within your soul, the realization that your chances of escape are slim, and airsickness.
>You desperately move your tail closer to the back wall.
>With a few reluctant taps, you manage to find a good spot.
>With a powerful swing of your butt, you manage to break through the planks.
>Only to hit metal.
>Prickly metal.
>You sigh, blowing a loose strand of hair out of your face.
>Activating your soulsight, you see more enchanted metal inside the wall, in the shape of an ankh.
>Fucking perfect.
>Already, your wings are the smallest you could make them so they don’t get in your way…
>But with this, flying out with the chains still attached seems more impossible.
>On the bright side, looking at it with soulsight fills you with optimism and a sense of purpose.
>Ironic.
>Is the ankh that gives you hope while also being an obstacle even made of iron?
>Questions for another day.
>Maybe you could pick the lock?
>You check your manacles.
>The spade of your tail won’t fit, but maybe your tongue?
>Best muscle, do your thing!
>You stick your tongue inside the keyhole, but you feel a small shock.
>You try to continue working unabated, but the cuffs start to squeeze your wrists.
>Painfully.
>”Aouw, aouw, aouw…”
>You pull your tongue back out, and the cuffs stop squeezing.
>You lean back against the wall.
>No powers…
>Minimal transformation…
>No summoning…
>And no means to entertain yourself until someone removes the chains.
>You sigh.
>Maybe you should meditate.
>Concentrate on your soulsight to make it stronger.
>Or you could masturbate…
>Professor Oak’s words echoed: “Anonymous! There’s a time and a place for everything, but not now.”
>Meditation it is!
>You close your eyes and clear your mind.
>You extend your consciousness…
>You become one with yourself…
>You do all that stuff in that Buddhist book you skimmed through in a Washington café.
>The ship and yourself essentially become connected.
>What was once alive may live again.
>The wood and the flax that makes up the ship could be given life once more…
>But what would that do?
>Get you twigs that won’t be able to pick locks?
>Slow down the boat?
>A neat ability, but still only a minor miracle that won’t release you from your bonds.
>It may even give you more layers of binding!
>You simply will some leaves to grow underneath your legs so you can sit more comfortably.
>On the bright side, you can grow yourself a dildo to bounce on.
>You clear your mind again.
>You feel the minds of over a thousand gryphons roiling around the deck.
>Mostly male.
>All chaste.
>All virtuous.
>But you feel smaller minds in the lower decks.
>Rodents!
>Isn’t it a small miracle to convince animals to help you out?
>You push yourself gently onto one of their minds and mentally whisper a request.
>You feel the mouse climb higher up the decks.
>It’s close to the guard in the room outside yours.
>It approaches the keys on the table…
>Alarm! Fear! Contentment!
>…
>Maybe using a rodent to steal a key from a creature that is essentially twice  their predator was a bad idea.
>You close your eyes and concentrate some more.
>There has to be a way.
 
>You are grim.
>Stabilus Grim.
>Loyal to the Emperor and His mighty empire.
>Have worked for His glory without question for years.
>Despite those that believed you were too weak because you were a hen.
>Despite the corruption of the nobility.
>Despite the meager pay even at your high rank.
>You pilot the pride of the Empire’s air force, the H.R.E. Sword of Virtue.
>You’ve captured a high class demon posing as a gryphon.
>Her lies slid off of you like water off a duck’s back.
>It’s been a few days, and the Sword of Virtue has made considerable progress.
>You’ve checked on her a few times in the brig.
>Her power…
>It scares you.
>Lesser demons would be screeching in pain from contact.
>Those chains are one of the Empire’s greatest assets against demons!
>Only three ships in the entire navy are equipped with them.
>And even then…
>You shudder.
>Somehow the wood beneath her had grown leaves, acting as some sort of cushion.
>And you’ve heard whispers of the rodents deep in the ship acting smarter.
>One even tried to steal a ring of keys.
>And through it all, the demon kept a neutral face.
>Eyes closed.
>Deep in thought.
>But you are resolute.
>You are steel.
>You will never break.
>So even when the cloud cover around the galleon dissipates…
>Even when five pirate skiffs and one smaller galleon reveal themselves…
>You will not waver.
“Man the ballistae! Aim for their balloons and their masts! Archers, shoot the fliers! Spear-gryphons, protect the archers!”
>Your gryphons rush about to fulfill your commands as you turn a hard port and let a lot of gas out of the balloons.
>The Sword of Virtue crushes one of the skiffs that tried to sneak up on the port stern, the massive girth killing all those still on the skiff with only minor damage to the hull.
>You are no spring gryphon.
>Arrows whiz to and fro your ship and theirs, gryphons falling from the skies.
>You’ve disciplined your men enough for them to be careful, so the only gryphons in the air are the pirates that think themselves to agile to be hit.
>Considering one just got speared into the mast of another ship, they’ve underestimated your crew.
>You casually move your head out of the way from a well-aimed arrow and pick off the archer with your own crossbow with one claw.
>You’re not sure if you killed everyone on that skiff that you crushed, but it never hurts to be sure.
>You whistle and point to the edges of the port side and a dozen of your gryphons wait, weapons poised.
>As you thought, some gryphons tried clawing their way up the side.
>The swords in their heads and spears in their guts disprove that delusion.
>You pass the wheel to your first mate for a moment to check your hull.
>You frown.
>Apparently, some pirates hacked their way through the hull with axes.
>You get to the communication pipes, circular shield on your foreleg catching arrows as they flew in your direction.
>One gryphon that managed to avoid the hail of arrows from your ship lands onto one of your men and tears his throat out with a dagger.
>He turns to you, and just as he starts to leer, your rapier has punctured his throat.
>You open the pipes.
“All gryphons below deck! There are intruders, in the ship. Sections A through D abandon ballistae and clear the ship. Section M and N, reinforcements needed on the deck!”
>You drop the pipe in time to avoid a spear, which you grab, rip out of the flying gryphons grasp, and puncture his wing.
>You flap up and knock the destabilized gryphon off the ship.
>Growling at the sight of the skiffs getting higher, you push a body off a ballista and aim.
>With only a moment’s hesitation, you fire, obliterating the head of one of the skiff captains as well as breaking the wheel.
>The skiff turns sharply into another, the roar of wood imploding eliciting a satisfactory grunt from you.
>Shrapnel soars through the air, injuring and killing the airborne gryphons, leaving them the plummet to their deaths.
>The last three ships are keeping out of your reach.
>But they’re planning something.
>You know it.
>The galleon drops behind you and the two skiff fly high above the sides.
>They turn away from you.
>What are they planning?
>The two skiffs are flying away, only to tack and jibe back down towards you.
>That’s easily avoided—
>A bright orange light at the stern alarms you.
>You squawk in fright.
>Fire?!
>Are they insane?
>On WOODEN ships, held together by FLAX, CANVAS, and FLAMMABLE GASES?!
>The aerial ram sculpted in the likeness of a dragon actually spits out fire!
>You have no choice but to be herded.
“SHOOT THEM, DAMMIT! Bring them down before they ram us! WE ONLY HAVE ONE KEEL, YOU PLUCKED TURKIES!”
>You take the stern megaballista and begin firing shots at the galleon.
>Volleys and volleys of spears, ballistae, and arrows rain onto the skiff’s blimps, but the angle at which they’re coming, the hull takes most of the hits and what few manage to hit the canvas, mostly bounce off.
>They’re still punctured a few times, but the collision is imminent.
>At least their ships are useless after this battle.
>Oddly enough, that thought does not bring you comfort.
“BRACE!”
>The two skiffs collide into your treasured ship, and the pirates abandon their ships to board yours.
>Ballistae are abandoned to fight the invading gryphons, zebras, and minotaurs.
>The gryphons from the galleon fly up and scurry through the holes, leaving their ship to slowly crash into the earth far, far below.
>Is that?
>You flinch.
>Impossible.
>They live so far away…and there are so few of them!
>But you see it there, flying.
>It jerkily locks its glowing blue eyes with yours.
>You hastily bring up your crossbow and fire a shot, before throwing it down and picking up a dead soldier’s to fire again.
>Just as they are about to hit their mark, they…stop.
>The metal creature lazily flaps around them, and they continue on their way.
>The dispassionate way it moves.
>The lack of care in the deaths of allies and foes alike.
>You see now why they are compared to gods.
>Tears start to sting your eyes, but you shake yourself.
>You look about, and see your men holding their own.
>But not for long.
>They tire, and they’re outnumbered two to one.
>Not to mention that below deck, more battles rage.
>Below deck…
>Your mind is in turmoil, and you move automatically towards the stairs.
>You avoid a swinging minotaur before goring his brain with a swift strike through his eye socket.
>All without thinking.
>You find yourself hard of breath.
>And all you hear is a dull buzz and your own heartbeat.
>You continue on below deck, smashing the faces of all those that attack you.
>Two zebras even try to attack you in front of the brig, but you grab one to take the other’s hit, before throwing him at his companion.
>You lunge forwards and snap both their necks.
>Opening the door, with the keys clutched in your beak, you make your way down the dim hallway.
>The buzzing gets louder as you approach her.
>And she smirks.
>That smirk sets your heart ablaze with rage.
>”Need help?”
>Be Anonymous.
>You’ve been stuck down there for who knows how long.
>Half the ship is asleep at any given time, so you have no idea what time it is.
>You’ve been observing everyone for a long time now.
>Every now and then, Grim would come down and glare at you through the door.
>No DESIRE.
>Just suspicion, anger, and fear.
>Of course, now, it isn’t so boring.
>From what you can tell, six ships attacked the galleon.
>Watching a battle with soulsight was terrifying.
>You could see their souls ebb away and disappear.
>You could see the twisted taint that the invaders called souls.
>This isn’t good at all.
>Three ships have gone down, but the last three seem to be doing an all or nothing gambit.
>Two ships climb higher into the sky ahead, on both sides.
>One ship drops behind.
>You feel panic from the back end of your ship, and you seem to be heading directly on a collision course with the other—
CrAKRAKRAK!
>Zebras, minotaurs, and gryphons jump out of the two beached ships before the hulls break apart, sending the slower pirates to their doom.
>Gryphons from the other ship fly up and climb their way through holes to swarm the ship.
>Two presences make yourself known to you.
>One calm, filled with disgust.
>Yet it just stays out there, not acting.
>And the other, Grim, whose fear spikes higher and higher.
>And she’s heading your way.
>You smile when she opens the door.
>She’s got the keys.
>”Need help?”
>She grimaces.
>”I’m not sure you know this, but demons like myself can form pacts. I’ll promise to defend this ship to the best of all my abilities, you and your crew included, if you set me free.”
>Grim is trembling with rage.
>She steps forwards.
>You hold your cuffs out for her.
>She gets the keys close to the manacles.
“No.”
>What.
“Even in the face of Armageddon, never compromise.”
>No.
>No, no, no, no!
>She did not just Rorschach you!
>She turns around and leaves.
>”Come on! I’ll save you! DON’T BE AN IDEALISTIC MORON!”
“Death before dishonor.”
>She slams the door shut, and you’re left speechless.
>Darkness.
>You can only hear the screams of panic outside.
>The clash of steel on steel.
>You try desperately to free yourself.
>The chains don’t give, and the ankh’s presence still looms behind you.
>Your soulsight is still on.
>You can still see hundreds of souls disappearing, all around you.
>No matter how hard you pull…
>The chains refuse to give.
>You scream in rage and shake the manacles harder.
>Black blood flows down your arms before you heal.
>Slowly.
>The pirates are all over the ship.
>Grim is surrounded.
>Everyone, from the cooks to the helmsmen are being slaughtered.
>Not everyone…
>You feel the DESIRE popping up around the ship.
>This DESIRE…
>It’s like Titanium’s, but worse.
>It fills you the same way one would chug an expired beer.
>With your soulsight, you feel these perversions.
>You feel them push down the females, digging their claws, hooves, and fingers into their flesh.
>Their erect shafts bursting from their sheaths and plunging into the helpless hens’ depths.
>Grim is worn down.
>Tired.
>Scared.
>She brings a dagger to her own throat, but they stop her.
>You can’t bear to witness this anymore.
>You turn off your soulsight and resign yourself to the darkness.
>Bursts of that disgusting DESIRE, make their way to you.
>Some really close to you.
>Is it weird that a demon feels bad about rape?
>Well, you have a soul, and you’re all up for fun times…
>But those hens weren’t you.
>So you sat.
>Chained, prevented from stopping this tragedy.
>Because of what?
>Pride?
>Honor?
>Neither of those stopped Grim from being raped.
>Slowly, the DESIRE dies down.
>A light reaches you from the hall.
>The door is opened, and little over a dozen gryphon hens are lead in.
>Their eyes are dead, their feathers and fur, matted.
>Until they see you.
>Fear fills them once more, and they try to rush back out the door.
“Please…Please don’t chain us in here with IT.” One of the braver hens sobs.
>Normally you’d say “Well, fuck you too!” but they’ve had a pretty shitty day.
“With what? Another prisoner?”
>There’s some scared squawking and feather ruffling.
“Sh-she’s a demon the captain captured. Anywhere but here!”
>You could hear the malicious grin.
“She? Good for us. We’ve been hired to spare the females for a reason. A reason all of us are going to take turns enjoying.”
>The voice gets closer, pushing away the disheveled gryphons.
>It’s some seedy-looking zebra, his penis still hanging from his undercarriage, dripping with pre.
>You glare at him, and he shivers a bit before putting on a brave face.
“You’re an odd creature. But I can tell from here, you’ll be useful. You’ve got yourself a cunny, after all.”
>He laughs, but chokes on it when you glare harder.
>He steps back and grumbles, before starting to chain the gryphons near the entrance, far away from you.
“It won’t do for you gals to be scared too much. Stress’ll be bad for your purpose.”
>This is starting to sound worse and worse.
>But the hens take it with gratitude, rather than seeing it for what it was.
>He’s scared of you.
>Once he’s done chaining them to the walls, he scurries out and closes the door, leaving you all in darkness.
>Your night vision allows you to see them as they huddle far away from you, even though they’re a good fifteen racks away from the closest pair.
>They’ve got a lot more chain length.
>They’re trembling and whispering things like “I can’t see anything but its eyes,” “Emperor save us,” and “What will happen to us?”
>Oddly enough, Grim isn’t among them.
>You’ve got an inkling of what they want, but you don’t know why.
>And killing Grim would be counter-intuitive.
>You close your eyes to concentrate and hear some sighs of relief.
>Soulsight reveals that she’s right behind you.
>As in, the room behind you.
>She’s not sad or scared like the others.
>She’s angry, livid, even.
>But that’s only second to shame.
>There’s another two gryphon presences, standing above her.
>They seem to be talking.
>You take a few deep breaths out of habit before concentrating on your senses, putting your ear to the wall.
“This bitch sure gave a big fight, didn’t she, Glasgow?”
“Yes, sir. It was quite unfortunate that Saw broke her rapier. It was of good make.”
>The first one laughs.
“And he was so angry that I called dibs. Although I would like to see Saw cocksock one of these hens before the job is over.”
>Glasgow pauses and seems to move something.
“The captain always does get first choice, sir.”
>The captain laughs again and slaps flesh, which is responded with a growl.
“Look at her! Even used as she was, she still growls. No wonder she became a captain, even as a hen. I’ll have fun breaking her. A pity you can’t participate, Glascow. You’ve served me well over these years, even if you are a pencil pusher. And your suggestion to move on from pirating to mercenary work? This is why I’d spend money on you.”
>Glasgow doesn’t seem as cheery as his boss, and judging from these pauses, you’d bet he’s pushing up his glasses.
>What a nerd.
“I aim to please, sir. Well, I aim to increase net profit by any means necessary. Heh.”
>Correction: What an asshole nerd.
>And probably more dangerous than his boss.
>Another presence draws at your attention.
>This one…chills you.
>Soulsight determines this is the guy who looked on passively, even if he was disgusted.
>He was unlike any species you had detected before.
>Whereas others were a bit ‘dim’, he shone like a blazing sun.
>You felt your body straining to change, but the chains stopped you.
>He opened the door and waltzed right in.
“If it isn’t our good ol’ employer, checking in on the spoils of war! How goes it, Emit?”
=”I regret ever giving you my full name, Captain Claw.”
>Holy shit.
>It’s him.
>He did this.
=”Please refer to me as ‘sir’ or Aevum Sistorillian. Only friends call me Emit.”
“And we’re not friends? A lot of these mercs came running after I told them that our job was to basically fuck bitches, get money. It’s no wonder I gathered so many guys so quickly.
=”That explains your rather blasé attitude about the casualty report. May I ask why you are here, rather than the captain’s quarters?”
“Normally the Captain would use the quarters, but this is an Imperial Emperor-Class Galleon. The ankh embedded in the wall is a particular trait of said model: It is displayed for all to see when they enter the Emperor’s room.”
“Glasgow said it. To think some snotty emperor slept here once…and that I fucked his bitch on his desk makes it so much better.”
“You disgrace the Emperor!” Grim growls.
>Whereas Claw laughs and Glasgow finds some humor in the statement, HE is sad.
=”I am prepared to pay one fifth of the reward right now. If you keep them alive for the next month, I will be back with another two fifths with fertility potions and my continued sponsorship. The last two fifths will be for their children.”
>You feel a bit sick.
>A moving breeding center.
>That’s barbaric.
“Hahaha! Wow! So we get paid to fuck bitches, and we don’t even need to take care of the kids? And I guess by ‘continued sponsorship,’ we get to add to our collection! And my pregnancy fetish is going to make this even better!”
>Aevum’s disgust grows.
=”Say, Claw? What’s your great-grandfather’s name?”
“Eh? He went by Gristly Bones, why?”
=”I just need to figure out who to castrate.”
>Silence.
>There’s some giggling before Claw erupts into laughter.
“I thought you didn’t have a funny bone in your entire body, but you sure proved me wrong! A bit insensitive with Glasgow right here, but points for balls…Oop, sorry Glasgow! Gwahahaahaa!”
“Sir, if I may ask, why do you need children? For the slave trade?” Glasgow asks.
=”Incorrect. I simply need a power source, and it seems that one of my investments failed. But despite that—”
>There’s a rustling and the clank of a coinpurse.
=”It’s bigger on the inside. I suggest you open it in an enclosed room. Now please leave so that I may inspect this gryphon.”
>The two gryphons leave, and all that is left in the room is Grim and Aevum.
>He approaches the ankh and leans his head against it.
=”If it’s any consolation, I’m sorry. To both of you.”
>To both of—
>Holy shit.
>He knows you’re listening in.
=”Yes, I know. No, I can’t exactly read minds, but I can read your vitals, and I am capable of determining when someone is using soulsight on me.”
“If you feel sorry, then why did you orchestrate this…disgusting plot? Why did you…let them…USE ME!?”
>Aevum responds by thumping his head against the wall.
>There’s some cracking sounds and the ankh seems to loosen up.
=”Because if I want to fix all the wrongs in the world, including mine, I’m going to need a lot of aura. A lot of the most powerful magic in creation. Life energy. And when I fix it, it will have never happened.”
>He walks back to Grim.
=”I will use your unwanted children to fuel your hopes and dreams.” He turns back to you, and you feel his gaze go beyond the wall. “Facing one of you is difficult enough. Seeing what must be done…it fills me with regret.”
>He’s not lying.
>But he’s resolute.
>More resolute than anybody you’ve ever seen.
>He makes Grim’s determination look about as solid as wet paper towels.
=”So I hope in another life, another time…you will both forgive me. Or better yet, live your lives as if none of this ever happened. I hope for your sake that you produce fine gryphon chicks, so that I can better fix all of this.”
>Ah, he thinks you’re a gryphon.
>Grim growls once more.
“Fuck you. The Emperor will save us.”
>Sadness.
=”The emperor of your country is a bit busy being hunted down after the coup. Not of my ministrations, but of his own foolishness.”
“Wh-what? You lie!”
=”I’m sorry. I have no reason to. The simple fact of the matter is that your economy was unstable, and his pompous attitude attracted too much attention from more powerful countries such as Equestria. Celestia’s ever watchful eyes may have strayed, or the Canids attacked from your mountains, or the bourgeoisie finally organized…too many opposing factors destroyed your country, not I. Worry not, only the royal family is in danger. But with the change in government, this ship will likely be lost.”
“You…you can’t be.”
=”I only need about two years’ worth of babies, after fertility potions of course. If you are fed properly, that would mean anywhere between twelve and eighteen births total. After that, I’ll drop you off somewhere, as your uterus will be not as efficient as another ‘fresh’ hen’s. I’ll even wipe your memories if you’d like.”
“You…monster. You are the evilest pony I’ve ever heard of.”
>Pony?
=”Perhaps. At any rate, I hope these ‘mercenaries’ treat you well. And thank you for the artifact. Anything bathed in the blood of those revolting overgrown lizards is fantastic in so many ways for me. Farewell.”
>He turns back to you.
=”I’m sorry we couldn’t meet face-to-face as with your captain. But I am a coward. It hurts to see what I have wrought in the name of what’s right. So you will always be nothing more than the listener on the other side of the wall. Farewell, listener.”
>And with that, he left.
>He did not speak to anyone as he walked through the ship.
>He simply went up top and flew away.
>Leaving an emotionally turbulent Grim in his room.
>Later, Glasgow returned, and dragged her to the brig.
>She did not fight; she did not speak out.
>Glasgow rose an eyebrow at the sight of me, chained all the way in the back.
“What are you?”
>”A demon. I got captured. But I could reward you if you released us…”
>I purred and gave him my ‘cum-hither’ stare.
“No thanks.”
>What.
>What the fuck?!
>Are you losing your touch?
>Are these chains affecting your persuasive abilities?
>Wait, they were joking earlier…
>He turns around to chain Grim fourteen racks away from you.
>No balls.
>Ah.
>He leaves and all is silent.
>Some of the gryphons look to Grim in hope, some away in shame.
>Nothing is said and time passes.
>They fall in and out of sleep before the door bursts open.
>An albino gryphon struts in, his cat-dick trailing on the floor.
>Soulsight confirms this is Claw.
“Now…I’m feeling a bit peckish.”
[lewd]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>Claw’s eyes wander over all of the quivering gryphons and stops on Grim, who stares at him in open defiance.
“You aren’t broken…yet.”
>His smile grows wider as he advances on her.
>You smirk.
>This is your domain.
>”Hey big boy…How about seeing something more exotic.”
>You purr and make sure he makes eye contact with you.
“Hello…what are you?”
>His lecherous grin is complete as he begins to drool when he looks at you.
>”A girl that’s helplessly trapped. Would you please help me out?”
>You have a carrot and a stick, so might as well start with the carrot.
>His carrot.
“You’re a funny thing…have you met anybody else yet?”
>You bring a finger up to your big lips and tap on it before sucking on it a moment.
>”Hmmmmm…no. But you seem like an interesting person.”
>He grins and advances on you, dripping pre behind him.
>Claw is face to face with you, and he begins to fondle your breasts.
“How ‘bout we say hello?”
>”Mmmmister, please don’t…they’re sensitive.” You gasp as he pinches your nipples.
>You let him push you backwards onto your ass, legs conveniently spread open for him.
“Oooh, look at this. Somebody’s excited!”
>”Nooooo, miiiiiister.” You whine sexily. “Please, don’t.”
>He laughs and sticks two talons deep inside you.
>You writhe about as he begins massaging your clit with his thumb as he wiggles the two fingers.
“Look at that, you slutty bitch. You’re getting horny. I’m molesting you and you’re getting horny. I’m going to fuck you you’re going to have my children. And then I’m going to fuck your children in front of you.”
>Your snatch tightens around his claws and the small dribble turns into a steady flow of juices.
“I’m going to fuck you, and your body’s going to enjoy it, no matter how much you don’t want to. A whore at heart.”
>He grabs you by the shoulders and plunges his dick deep in your cunt.
>Your mouth forms an ‘O’ and your tongue rolls out completely.
>Normally, a cat’s penis would be barbed, but gryphon dick seems to be studded with soft nub spikes that stimulate your insides.
>Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure and you greedily slurp up his DESIRE.
>Claw encloses your mouth n his beak and you let him shove his tongue down your throat.
>You feel a small burst of precum enter you and you break the kiss and fake hysteria.
>”Please, PLEASE don’t make me pregnant! I don’t want to swell up and start lactating! I don’t want you to fuck me while my belly is round and full of babies!”
>Instantly, his DESIRE reacts, and your body follows suit.
>Your abdomen swells out and fills as your maroon nipple turn even darker and strt steadily streaming milk.
>Claw is already too lost in his haze of lust to care.
>He begins licking your erect nipples as they spurt milk and thrusting even harder.
>His dick gets harder and he pauses for a moment before thrusting wildly.
>Your tits bounce and he moves his neck around trying to suck up the delicious white aphrodisiac.
>He ejaculates, filling you with his seed, and he pulls out, panting.
>Pity.
>You didn’t even cum.
>You bring your hands across your swollen belly until you reach your pussy.
>Massaging your folds a bit, you bring your sticky fingers up to your mouth and lick them clean.
>”How could your creampie in a pregnant lady?”
>You moan as you squeeze your jugs together, causing more milk to dribble down your body.
>”Now I need to clean up so we can go again…Could you bring me the keys so we can have a bit more fun?”
>You look in his eyes and smile.
>Fuck not using pheromones.
>People are depending on you.
“Of…course”
>He’s already in a haze.
>Claw leaves and you’re left there, cradling your swollen belly.
>You could will it away…
>But he left you super unsatisfied.
>You start massaging your folds, but you can’t quite reach right…
>You bring your tail up between your legs, and I front of over a dozen awestruck gryphons, start tail fucking yourself.
>You massage your nipples as your spade tail enters you, sending a spray of femcum and semen with each pull.
>If only you had someone to satisfy you.
>You bring your own tits up and start drinking from yourself as you fuck your own cunny.
>You continue fucking yourself for hours, but you can never quite get to that climax.
>The gryphon hens try to look away, but the closer ones rub their rumps on the floor.
>You feel a kick.
>You pause and carefully touch your pregnant stomach.
>Could it be?
>You feel a fuzziness in your abdomen and pleasure courses through your body.
>”OooOOOooooH YES!”
>You spread your legs further apart, and twenty gobsmacked gryphons watch as a head crests from your snatch.
>Your tail rubs your pussy as something is pushed out.
>With a massive breath and a push, you climax just as your child slides out of you.
>A spray of fluids follows the child and your tits erupt jets of milk as you scream in ecstasy.
>The child stands up, and you marvel at how similar he is to you.
>He looks to be a little older than a toddler, just about school age.
>Not an imp, so an incubus?
>Red skin, dark blue hair that could be mistaken for black, and green eyes with black sclera.
>His horns curve back over his head and his tail is pointy, but not a spade.
“Mommy?”
>You feel pride and love, weirdly enough, when he says that.
>”Yes, Sunday. Mommy is here. Come drink.”
>He climbs over you and settles in the crook of your arm and starts sucking at your tit.
>You admire your son and even his little cock.
>Well, little for your standards.
>If he measured others that seemed to be his age, he’d win out for sure.
>That’s your boy.
>Oh look, he’s getting an erection from grabbing your breast.
>And him suckling at it is turning you on a bit…
>You start fondling his junk a bit, and he smiles.
>You smirk and give it a few expert pumps.
“MMMmmmommy, that feels nice.”
>”Of course, honey. Family means to make each other feel nice.”
>Not really.
>Or at all.
>But demons play by their own rules.
>He stops sucking and scrunches his face and moaning.
>You pump his dick faster and revel in his squirming, turning you on more.
>His length erupts gunk all over your tits and your smile as you lick it off.
>Sunday’s first bukkake!
“Mommy…that was great.”
>He goes back to sucking your nipple and you smile.
>You bring your breast closer to your mouth and begin sucking from the same nipple.
>Both of you start competing until you start making out, passionately moving your hands across one another’s bodies.
>The both of you exchange the same milk a few times before he swallows it all.
>You smile at each other and he goes back to your jug.
>You look at the dumbfounded gryphons.
>”What? This improved the bond between him and I.”
>Just then the door opens and Claw comes back towards you.
“I’m sorry…I couldn’t find the keys.”
>Wow…
>He actually knows the word ‘sorry.’
>Now you’re super aroused…
>But no reward.
>Time for the stick.
>”That’s okay. I don’t need you anymore. I have our son.”
“Wh-what?”
>The guy’s barely functioning without the pheromones and slight mind control, and I had to dump this on him?
>He goes kaput.
>”That’s right. Our son.”
>You spread your legs again and pull Sunday away from your nipple.
>”How about you eat from here, Sunday?”
“Okay Mommy!”
>He sits in between your legs and starts poking at your snatch.
>First he rubs the outside, then sticks his fingers inside you gently.
>He tastes his fingers and mmmm’s.
>He leans in and kisses you along the side of your slit, sending sparks tingling up your body.
>Then he licks your slit from top to bottom, going deeper and deeper.
>Your toes curl up and you bite your lip, his tongue writhing your insides.
>”Yes Sunday!”
>Your juices flow down his chin as he grabs his rod and starts massaging it.
>He relents from his onslaught, his breath tickling your nethers.
“Mom...can I?”
>His face is glistening in cum, nervous smile on his face.
>You nod and use both arms to spread open your pussy.
>You can barely see your puffy snatch over your bust, but you can see how much Sunday had grown.
>He seems like a teenager now, wiry and awkward.
>But his dick is already nine inches.
>They grow up so fast.
>He grabs his rod and rubs it against your labia before plunging it in.
>He starts off slowly at first:
>Sunday’s dick throbs inside of you, his thrusts long and slow.
>But you smile encouragingly and give him a half-lidded stare, and his confidence grows.
>His length reaches deeper and deeper inside you, and you can’t help but clamp down on him.
>He starts thrusting faster, and though your eyes roll back, you can see him growing mass, lithe body growing firm muscles and his face growing more and more handsome.
>He takes the initiative and pulls your left leg onto his shoulder, and you let yourself get fucked on the side.
>Your son thrusts into your so hard, your head is almost hitting the back wall.
>You reach down and spread your pussy more, even as he pounds into it.
>”More, more, MOOORE!” you demand, your tongue writhing out of your mouth and eyes rolling back.
>He spares a glance at your perverted face and loses control.
>Sunday bottoms out in you, whining adorably, your cunt holding him like a clamp.
>Semen fills you and you climax, sending a spray of Sunday’s cum onto his own loins as he pulls out.
>Sunday crawls across your prone body and exchanges a passionate kiss with you, your tongue battling inside your mouths, his dick getting erect again against your body.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End Lewd 1
>”Sunday? Be a dear and find the keys to these manacles.”
“Of course.”
>He stands up and turns around, but stops.
“I don’t think that’ll be happening.”
>You know that voice.
>Fuck.
>That smarmy gryphon from before is there, holding a crossbow pointed directly at Sunday.
>Now that he’s standing by a frozen Claw, you can tell he’s pretty small compared to the others.
>And he does have glasses.
>You were too busy staring at his lack of balls last time to notice.
>”Glasgow.” You hiss.
“You know my name. That saves me from introducing myself. As for the keys--”
>His tail pops up behind him and dangles a keychain, along with a noticeably golden key.
>”I guess I shouldn’t have mentioned that I am a demon.”
“It was irrelevant. I protect my assets, and seducing a male to have him do your bidding is one of the oldest tricks in the book. One of the small advantages to being ‘neutered’ as I was. Being resistant to demonic influence seems to be a nice bonus.”
>He advances on Sunday, who holds his arms above his head and backs up.
“But I did not anticipate you summoning your own kin to aid you. Perhaps it’d be best if I killed you both now.”
>Sunday advances angrily, but you plead him mentally not to.
>His eyes widen in surprise, but he steps forwards anyways.
“You will not lay a single talon on my mother.” He growls.
>Glasgow raises his brows in surprise.
“Your mother? If Claw first entered here six hours ago...impossible. Demon, how old are you?”
“Time is irrelevant to us demons.” Sunday huffs.
>Before Glasgow goes Han Solo and shoots first, you answer.
>”As you suspect, he is six hours old. Demons mature differently.”
>Glasgow (somehow) scrunches his beak.
>What are they even made of?
“And different family dynamics, I take it? Never mind. I could work with this. Aevum’s final goal consists of using a massive amount of life force...but what if we gave him the bonus of demons. We have thirty available racks in the brig...and less than days until he comes back."
"I could work with this.”
>If he sees everything as a potential profit…
>”Why don’t you free me? Demons capable of fulfilling any desire in a brothel would bring out a decent profit.”
>Glasgow shakes his head and points towards the rack closest to your right.
>Sunday gets the message, grumbling.
>He walks over and secures the manacles around both wrists.
“I didn’t hear them click.”
>Sunday sighs and makes sure they’re firmly secured.
>At least he’s a lot less secure than you are.
>Oddly enough, seeing him brings you pride, love, compassion.
>He gives you a forlorn look and glares back at Glasgow.
>The gryphon nods and puts down the crossbow.
“As for your question, Demonic Mother, I fear Aevum far more than I will ever fear you. Come along, sir.”
>He put the crossbow on Claw’s back and began dragging the comatose captain out.
“After all, one must never cross an alicorn.”
>Wasn’t Aevum a ‘pony’?
>The door closes and darkness consumes the room once more.
>The gryphons shudder as they realize they can now see two pairs of green eyes in the darkness.
"Why wouldn't you let me fight him, mother?"
>You sigh.
>"You can call me something else if you'd like, Sunday. Lady or Lord if you feel it necessary. But my name is Anonymous. And the reason I couldn't let you fight him is because you are an incubus. You may be strong, but you wouldn't survive a crossbow through the gut at that range, like I would."
"I am prepared to die for you, Lady Anonymous."
>Being called 'Lady' fills you with pride and you purr.
>"I am not. You are my servant, my child, the first I have birthed. I love you."
>Sunday smiles bashfully.
>What you said was true.
>You did a bit of reading when you took breaks after you left Chanam.
>Succubi and Incubi are generally weaker than Lust Demons, and some imps are actually more durable than they are.
>Sort of explains why War Demons use legions of Imps instead.
>They very rarely have shape-shifting abilities like you do, and are mostly constrained to that form.
>Those that due can only change their physiques rather than their genitals.
>But what they can do is use magic.
>Granted, it takes time for them to learn it.
>But they also have basic pheromone control and light hypnosis.
>And they can create imps and rarely others of their own kind.
>So they're basically Lust Demons Lite.
>Of course, with Sunday comes an opportunity.
>If he can learn magic before the month is over, he can break out of those chains and free you.
>After all, you're occupying the only holy chains on the entire vessel.
>Which means you'd best hope Grim keeps her mouth shut.
>You stare at Sunday and attempt to use telepathy.
>He frowns and a garbled mess of sensations returns.
>You groan.
>On the list is teaching telepathy, teaching magic, making sure Grim doesn't fuck this up, creating more demons, and doing all of this before Aevum returns in twenty-nine days.
>And you can't have too much sex with Sunday, or you'll be immune to each others' DESIRE.
>But you weren't lying about increasing the bond between you two.
>The DESIRE you gave off caused him to grow, and imprint on you.
>And the residual DESIRE from some of the hens helped.
>WikiHell said that creators that did not give DESIRE to their spawn ended up with subordinates with feelings of impotence, apathy, and even rebellion towards them.
>Which, if you're going to create your own personal demonic army to take down the 'alicorn', will not fly.
>You continue to try to telepathically communicate with Sunday.
>What comes back is a slightly less garbled mess.
>You grin.
>Progress.
~~~~~~~~~Day 12~~~~~~~~~
>Your grin grows as an angry Claw enters the corridor.
>Claw woke up from his stupor after some distance from you, and decided to take revenge the only way he knew how.
>By coming in and beating the crap out of you.
>Of course, that didn't work, and post-hypnotic suggestion ended up being a real bitch.
>Eleven children later, and he was still too proud to do anything but plan for revenge.
>And every day, after you'd had my way with him, belly full of another incubus or succubus, Glasgow would come.
>He'd look at your bloated stomach, nod silently as one would appreciate healthy livestock, and drag Claw out.
>The first day of his revenge was simple.
>The door burst open, he growled at the cowering hens, and reached a claw out to strike them.
>Your pheromones stopped him.
>He gave you a lovely succubus that day.
>Whereas Sunday looks a lot like you, Monday has yellow skin, long, red hair, and your green eyes.
>She is a natural cunning linguist.
>She was chained by Glasgow facing Monday.
>They both liked that, considering the chains were loose enough for them to do their thing.
>Tuesday was next, just when you thought your children would always be humanoid.
>Temperamental contrasting Monday's serenity, his feathers were white, speckled yellow, with pink fur.
>Wednesday is wise and quick-thinking.
>She formed a close bond with Tuesday, and Thursday, despite his humanoid appearance.
>Friday is a human succubus that bonded with Saturday when he came around, a gryphon incubus.
>Since you'd run out of names, you started with months.
>January is a loyal succubus gryphon.
>February, a sincere incubus gryphon.
>March ended up being really shy when we had sex; she was afraid her talons would hurt you.
>April is very effeminate, even growing a modest cup size despite his dick size.
>May was definitely the universe righting itself, a boisterous and butch succubus that quickly took care of April, despite being younger.
>They came in all colors of the rainbow, with personalities to match.
>And most beautifully of all?
>They all had souls.
>Yes, you could influence them, and even control their bodies.
>But only with their permission, with themselves as spectators.
>You love them all.
>Each time you took Claw's anger and turned it into lust for yourself, the hens feared you less.
>At first they began to glance in your direction.
>Then they began to talk, if a bit cautiously.
>When you started to offer comforting words, they shut up.
>But that began to change.
>A few even started talking to you and your demons.
>But Grim refused to acknowledge your presence.
>In fact, she barely spoke to the other hens at all.
>You never mentioned that you had offered her help.
>But she acts as if you shouted it out to the world.
-Lord Anonymous, can I take a turn today?- March asks.
>When it came to you, March is shy and smitten.
>But she saw her father as a challenge.
>Something to break.
>Suffice to say, your spawn had negligible opinions of their 'donor'.
>Claw was too angry at you too even look at the hens.
>He just marched straight towards you.
>At least this time he's smart enough to close his eyes to avoid your hypnotic gaze.
>And he's holding his breath?
>Cheeky.
"You think you're smart, well this time I've come with help, let's see you try to control all of us as we fuck everything in the brig!"
>He says all that with one breath, and about twenty others come in through the door.
>Mostly gryphons, but a few zebras and minotaurs as well.
>You almost laugh.
>-It seems like we're all getting something today. Make sure none of the hens are used.-
>Your demons visibly excite themselves, pussies leaking, wings and cocks erecting.
>"Oh really, Claw?" You purr.
>The pirates that had started towards the gryphons turned around and headed towards your spawn, already under their spell.
>"Come get some."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lewd 2~~~~~
>The incubi are okay with males, so long as they stick their dick somewhere.
>Five gryphons present their asses to the incubi, who each take their own elegant approach to ravage the assholes.
>It's pretty standard.
>The succubi have to pick up the pace, however.
>May and April lay on their backs and present their entrances as they hold hands.
>One zebra takes April's asshole and begins thrusting.
>The tranny moans in pleasure and leans over to kiss May just as a gryphon plunges into her pussy.
>May squeals into April's mouth and the two flick and massage each others erect nipples.
>Their kiss is interrupted by wanting dicks of two more gryphons.
>The first stuffs his dick between their mouths, and the two eagerly begin to suck and lick at the spiny penis, their long tongues intertwining each spike and even meeting each other.
>The second pushes the first, and they each settle by stuffing their dicks down individual throats.
>The three gryphons and zebra thrust in rhythm.
>Top right and bottom left, then top left and bottom right.
>Each thrust into April's ass sends a splurt of cum onto his and May's modest breasts, which the two spread all over themselves.
>March decides to take on two minotaurs.
>She starts by giving them both handjobs to stars, her demonic tongue reaching to give the tasty dicks laps, and even tugging at their balls.
>March then takes the entire foot-long dick into her maw, down her throat.
>Presenting her tight pussy to the other minotaur prompts him to lift her up and take her there.
>March smiles as she is spitroasted by two minos, unable to touch the ground as they thrust into her wildly.
>The musk overpowers her and her eyes roll back in her skull in pleasure.
>January pounces on a gryphon and turns him on his back before taking his entire length in her mouth, presenting her leaking cunt to any that may take it.
>The gryphon she pinned takes the opportunity to lap at her cunny as she massages his dick with her throat.
>But another gryphon swoops in and sticks his own rod into her wanting pussy.
>The first continues unabated, licking at both dick and pussy, blinded by lust.
>He brings his claws to pinch at her ample crotchtits, which results in a spray of femcum as Jan moans on his dick.
>Friday decides to be kinky and spears herself on the erection of a gryphon, cowgirl style.
>Her breasts bounce hypnotically as she puts her arms behind her head and arcs her back.
>This attracts a minotaur, who comes over and presents his cock to her.
>She smiles and presses her tits together, with her forearms outward, making peace signs.
>The mino sticks his rod between her breasts, each bounce jacking the member off.
>Friday starts to suck the tip, and holds her breasts together more firmly as she bounces harder.
>She lets go of the tip so a string of precum hits her in the face and dribbles down, before taking the length in again.
>Wednesday samples one of each; a zebra in her ass, a gryphon in her pussy, and a minotaur in her throat.
>She's also vertical, but she uses her wings to bounce on the two rods, and one claw to take firm hold and jack off while she sucks.
>Monday is by far the most capable.
>She jacks off two zebras as she leans forwards so she can deepthroat a minotaur dick and take a gryphon's rod in her wet pussy at the same time.
>Each thrust from the gryphon's barbed penis sends the minotaur deeper inside her throat.
>She discretely uses magic to shape the minotaur, and adds his own snatch under his ballsack, which she quickly violates with her tongue.
>The minotaur starts thrusting harder underneath the new sensations, causing both of Monday's tits to swing wildly, slapping against her chin.
>You feel all of this.
>You are connected.
>As for you, all these sensations cause your tight pussy to flow in juices.
>The boards beneath you are already soaked when Claw reaches you in his daze.
>He sits down behind you and slips his dick into your anus.
>He grabs both of your tits and gropes them wildly, and you drool from both pairs of lips at the sensations.
>The last two gryphons come to you, both their dicks fighting for dominance at your entrance.
>You spread your legs more, tightening your asshole, but allowing both dicks to enter at the same time.
>You're slavering at the two barbed dicks breaching your insides, almost hitting your womb.
>Each pull out by the gryphons causes a flood of femcum to gush out on the floor, each push in making you watertight.
>Your jaw drops when Claw pulls out of your ass and joins the other two in your snatch.
>The three thrust in tandem, sending ripples up your body and sparks dancing across your skin.
>You lose control of your face as they thrust faster, tongue writhing wildly between your dancing tits and eyes rolled back.
"Make...you...pregnant..."
>Your tits and abdomen swell at his DESIRE, nipples darkening black and constantly spraying milk as they bounce about.
>Your massive belly bounces about and you taste your milk trickling down your tongue.
>All of you come at once.
>The incubi cream inside the assholes.
>May and April's cheeks bulge from the semen, their abdomens distending slightly as April cums all over them both.
Their pirates collapse, and the two start to lick each other clean, pausing to kiss.
>March is filled with so much semen she looks pregnant.
>She licks her mouth and pulls the dick out of pussy, enjoying the sensation of cum streaming out.
>Jan howls in pleasure as she is creampied and given a facial.
>Friday's cheeks bulge, but she lets go and gets a bukakke as the gryphon comes in her cunt.
>She massages herself, enjoying the sensation of absorbing semen through the skin.
>Wednesday is absolutely covered in cum, turning her completely white.
>Monday leaks milk from her swollen tits, her own abdomen filled from semen and Claw's DESIRE, and just as covered in semen as Wednesday, which she eagerly licks off of herself.
>And you...
>You've never been so full.
>You can barely move your stomach is so swollen.
>When they came, you whited out from the pleasure for a second.
>You still feel the afterglow, and you're pretty sure you screamed.
>You look on in pride at the collapsed pirates all around you.
>And the embarrassed hens.
>You pat your stomach in pride.
>This is easily twice the size you've been previously.
>Twins?
>You can barely move from your position, leaning your back against the wall with your thick legs spread apart.
>Your massive beach-ball belly hides your sex from view, but the thought of it being fully exposed to everyone else makes it prickle sensitively.
>But your children aren't looking at you.
>They're looking at Monday, who is leaned up against the wall in the same position.
>She isn't as absurdly pregnant as you are, and some might even call her size normal.
>The fact that's she's rubbing her wet snatch doesn't bother you in the least.
>She must have learned from watching you.
>In fact, her blush is far more visible on her sandy yellow skin, and as she rolls her eyes back, you can't help but think how hot your orgasm faces are.
>Her nipples dribble spurts of milk every time she contracts her body.
>It's adorable.
>With a final orgasmic push, Monday gives birth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End Lewd
>It's a miniature gryphon, except with bat-wings and disproportionate cock.
>The gryphon-imp chirps and looks at Monday, who is slowly returning to normal.
>"You've got to name him, Monday."
"Yes, Lord Anonymous. How about Inky? Because of his black wings?"
>You nod and subconsciously rub your own abdomen.
>"We've got to hide him. He can help us in our escape. Inky, turn into a rat and make your way above deck. Once there, turn into a crow and keep hidden in the masts. We'll need an eye outside."
>The imp nods and shifts before scurrying away.
>"And Monday, I know you want to practice your magic, but please undo your modification; we want to hold all of our cards close to our chest."
>Monday looks down in shame.
"I was trying for a full body modification." She says as she snaps her fingers, removing the vagina from the passed-out minotaur.
>"You'll get it one day. When everyone is out of this brig."
>You nod encouragingly.
"Could you tell us more about it? The outside, I mean?" Saturday asks, ever curious.
>"Of course."
>You  smile.
>"There are vast deserts out there, shining a beautiful yellow, like Monday's skin."
>Monday beams.
>You have to give them perspective, after all.
>"And there are jagged mountains that reach so far into the sky, you'd think the Earth was trying to bone the sky."
>Yup.
>Perspective.
>"And sunsets...The sun would go down and then the light would change. The sky would go from the blue of Friday's skin to Tuesday's pink fur, then orange-red like Wednesday's eyes, to Saturday's purple fur, and finally to Jan's black coat."
>"And the white, fluffy clouds like Tuesday's feathers or Thursday's hair would go orange then red, then dark blue..."
>Everyone, including the gryphons, are listening with rapt attention.
>"But that's just the sky. I've seen rumbling hills covered in grass a lot like Saturday's feathers. I've seen massive caverns filled with gold..."
"What's gold, Lord Anon?"
>You fidget a bit.
>Easy to forget that while most weren't born yesterday, they actually were pretty close.
>And May was definitely born yesterday, so...
>"Gold is...something a lot of beings find valuable."
>The demons look at each other , eyes raised and shrugging their shoulders.
>The gryphons stare in deadpan at the explanation, but a few actually start to wonder.
"Why?" February asks. "It doesn't sound like something gryphons, zebras, or minotaurs can eat, if it's filling a cavern."
>Oh boy.
>This is going to be difficult.
>"Gold has a certain...allure to certain beings. It's bright and shiny, and lasts a lot longer than food or other metals, so it's used for trade. Steel and iron rust,copper fades, wood rots, and food perishes, but gold is immortal. It never loses value. Which is why many...non-demons find it so useful. You an trade gold for land, or food, or acceptance."
"Or power." A snide voice puts in.
>Motherfucking...
>Glasgow.
"Interesting little demons, talking about the economy after such...debauchery." He pushes up his glasses."Allow me to educate you. Gold is not just long-lasting. It's very conductive. Especially to magical energies. Etch a rune into gold and you've got a nifty amulet. Form gold into a glyph of enough purity and size...one can do almost anything. Gold is money. Gold is power. And power is everything."
>He sneers and looks at your demons and the hens.
"I have no sympathy for you. I was in your position once. A slave, used and abused. Less than nothing. I scurried about, surviving on scraps. Unlike the others, I was born in that position. And while those idealistic morons droned on and on about the 'outside', I was working. Every extra scrap, every extra bone, every extra shard of glass, I pilfered. I fashioned. I created. And I traded. At first to other slaves. Then to serfs. Then nobles. My first gold coin I used to get a hundred more. Those hundred, ten thousand. I bought myself a prostitute and had her buy me out of slavery. I left the other slaves to rot because all they could do was dream about once was, not what will be."
>You huff.
>"And yet you follow a crazy rapist who finds joy in sticking his dick in whatever moves. Or doesn't. At least it's in my nature. We have an excuse."
"Maybe. But without me, Claw is just another boisterous pirate. A lecherous, bloodthirsty one. Hardly one that could have accomplished what we have together."
>He walks up to you and raises an arm to smack your plump belly and you growl.
>He smiles and lowers his arm.
"But without Claw, I would simply be bowing my head to another strangely successful corsair captain."
>What a complete piece of shit.
>You had hoped that he was the type that was stuck working for Claw, despite what your instincts told you...
>But his rotten soul and attitude blew that notion out of the water.
"Congratulations on the twins, by the way. I'll make sure to give you a free day tomorrow. After all, there are only so many spots in the brig and I wouldn't want to find out how hard demons are to kill."
>He may be smiling, but he has to drag twenty of his crew-mates out of the brig.
>All of them are drenched in sweat and sexual fluids.
>The next hour was spent in silence as you all watched a tiny gryphon struggle to move all of the bodies.
>It reminds you of that time you rented a bus for a party and ended up picking the short straw as designated driver.
>You still think your poker dealer friend stiffed you because you got him a ten dollar gift card for his birthday.
>Glasgow does sweat and grumble a lot.
>But the little prick deserves it.
>And worse.
>But you know, turn the other cheek and all that.
>Then smack 'em in the gob.
>Wait, that's the completely fictional second Christ rather than the apparently very real Jesus Christ.
>When Glasgow's finally done, everyone turns back to you.
>The gryphons are a bit embarrassed when their eyes pass over your puffy sex, but you shrug it off.
>No need to know you can taste their DESIRE.
"Could you tell us more about that story?" Wednesday asks. "You know, about the man who fights the monster, Grendel?"
>"Beowulf. Of course. Now where was I?"
>You smiled as you began to tell them more stories.
>It was a sort of tradition, for everyone in the brig.
>Glasgow is wrong.
>Stories and dreams may not help the body...
>But it does wonders for the soul.
>And just because you're dreaming doesn't mean you're not working on an escape plan.
>Inky sitting atop the balloon is looking for any opportunity.
>From the crew.
>Or from outside.
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>Hours pass and everyone is invested in your story.
>"And so King Beowulf's body is set to the pyre, as his countrymen mourn the loss of a lord that cared for them, fought for them. A lone woman stands close to the fire and claims the future will be uncertain without him; even with the treasures he bought with his life. And so ends the sordid tale. From water he rose, to fire he fell. Just as the sun rises in the east, it will eventually set in the west. And from the ashes grows more life. And the cycle starts anew."
>You were mostly bullshitting from what you got from sparknotes when you had to study Beowulf.
>There's been a lot of exaggeration and anime-ish inspiration.
>Maybe the battle when 'he split the mountain in twain with the mighty sword' was a bit too much.
>And there was a lot more monsters.
>But you think you got the original point across.
>And how convenient!
>The twins politely waited until the end of the story.
>You lean back against the wall and spread your legs.
>The hens are already used to it, and look away.
>Your demons eagerly watch the show that's about to start.
>Your passage contracts and waves of bliss course through you.
>You flick at your sensitive nubs, sending drips of milk onto your massive abdomen.
>You rub the side of your tail against your slit to help lubricate your newest children out.
>Your pussy is flowing with juices and you feel it widen as something comes out.
>You push harder and moan.
>Something slides onto the floor in a mess of juices and stands back up.
>A girl with light blue skin, white hair, and pink eyes stares at you.
"Mommy?"
>She puts her tiny hand on your salivating cunt and starts rubbing it.
>You shudder and bring your erect nipples to your mouth and start sucking to stop making too much noise.
>Milk fills your mouth and you close your eyes, twitching at the feeling of the next child moving down your passage.
>Your girl chooses that moment to stimulate your clit.
>You spray her with femcum as the head starts to crest.
>"MMMmmmmMM~"
>You let go of your breasts with a pop, smiling at the sight of the girl licking herself clean.
>You open your mouth and let the milk in your mouth dribble down your chest.
>You push again...
>The next child is finally pushed out and he stands up.
>He looks exactly like his sister, save for his little willy.
>She helps him up, and they immediately start to explore each other's bodies.
>They kiss one another deeply, she fondling his dick and he groping her ass.
>They grow up a lot quicker.
>You look to the other demons, who are all masturbating, or helping each other masturbate, in May and April's case.
>The more DESIRE, the faster they grow, and the more they feel 'in tune' with the others.
>"June, July. Come have a drink."
>Already teenaged, the two make their may to you and latch on to a separate nipple.
>They're filling out, but it seems like they're heading in the same direction May and April did.
>Except far less androgynous.
>July's bust size has already exceeded May's and he's an incubus.
>Of course, he is just as shapely as his twin.
>As they drink from your tits, they massage each other's breasts, and you bite your lip.
>"Are you liking it so far?"
"Mmmm, mmm."
"Yes, Mommy."
>They look at each other and smile with your nipples still in their mouths.
>They let go and get up to straddle your breasts.
>Their smirks and grinding against your chest tell you all you need to know.
>You will your nipple to grow and thicken until they're dick sized.
>July and June smile and impale themselves on your dicknipples.
>Each push downwards sends a burst of milk into them.
>It overflows from her pussy and his asshole onto your tits.
>They turn around and face each other, holding hands as they kiss passionately, jumping on your breasts.
>Each jump distends their stomachs slightly with milk, until both their bloated bellies are touching, with July's dick being massaged in between.