Open Mind

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The countess's distraction

It is another night in the kingdom of Lahmia. The blood tithes have been paid. The army of undead is steadily growing. And forces of Khorne have once again been repealed. All is well within the decrypted land. Or at least it would be in one of the noble houses if it wasn't for one thing. The madame of the house, Serena Scarlett, still hasn't gotten over her break-up. It has been many years since her break-up with Vlad Severn. Enough to have several generations of humans live and die of natural causes. And though Serena has been able to fulfill her duties, her dating life has been the best. Between the assassination attempts, hobnobbing with other houses, and making sure her vampire lineage isn't exposed, she hasn't had a lot of luck in that department. Not that she hasn't tried of course. Nor has there been a lack of suitors. It is more that when Vlad had her heart, it was gripped ferociously. At least that's how she puts it. True that when you saw them together, it was almost impossible to see them not be made for each other. That is on the service though. In truth, Vlad's vanity and need for attention was what kept him with Serena. Her love and admiration were enough to feed his ego for centuries. But even those who serve Slaanesh would agree that his vanity was too much at times. So much so that when Serena didn't give him attention for one night, he broke-up with her at sunrise. This devastated her. Even her undead guard agreed that life was sucked out of her. She has of course responded rationally. Sending enough rumors of a vampire lord visiting a human village that a witch hunter is sent out, and he gets departed for good. Wouldn't have worked if she didn't orchestrate it to be true. Rumor of a fine makeup powder in a random village here. Some gossip of Vlad not looking his best there. And before you know it, Vlad was making his way to the village where the rumored makeup was. As well as a well-prepped witch hunter lying in wait. Shouldn't have broken Serena's heart on her undeath day is what the servants said for a while. Time has passed since then. And as the years fly by, the grip that Vlad had on her non-beating heart still held. Enough that whenever she begins to develop feelings for another, Vlad would flash through her mind. Some say this could be a curse. One that her former lover placed on her before his end. Others call it a phase that will pass after a millennium goes by. But no matter what it's called, she was still trapped within Vlad's "cage". During this particular night though, that may change. The cage that had trapped Serena's heart may be unlocked. Allowing her to move on. All thanks to one caring servant. A servant of the name Idris Moldark. Though if you asked him, even he doesn't know he freed the dark madam's heart. He begins his night like he always does. Puts on the appropriate apparel, has his meal, checks on the other servants to ensure their morale is up as they fulfill their own duties, and finally check in own his mistress. It has been at least a week since she left her room. Which, for a being of the night is nothing. But for a mortal, it is indeed a long time. As he approaches her chambers, he sees empty bottles of blood-grog strewn about through the hall. Sending a sadness through his very being. While saving him as a child from some rogue thralls was whim to Serena, it was the most important day of his life. So, to see the one who saved go through such pain, brings him much sorrow that few can feel. As he approaches her room, Idris hears his madame crying once more. Even if she is incapable of making tears anymore, Serena can still cry tears of sadness in the form of blood droplets. He takes a deep breath, unlocks the doors and enters. Idris: Good evening my mistress! The time to start the night is nigh. Let's get things started, shall we? Serena looks up from her bed. Blood-grog in one hand and a worn pendant in the other. Serena: Oh. It's you Id. For a moment I thought

It is another night in the kingdom of Lahmia. The blood tithes have been paid. The army of undead is steadily growing. And forces of Khorne have once again been repealed. All is well within the decrypted land. Or at least it would be in one of the noble houses if it wasn't for one thing. The madame of the house, Serena Scarlett, still hasn't gotten over her break-up. It has been many years since her break-up with Vlad Severn. Enough to have several generations of humans live and die of natural causes. And though Serena has been able to fulfill her duties, her dating life has been the best. Between the assassination attempts, hobnobbing with other houses, and making sure her vampire lineage isn't exposed, she hasn't had a lot of luck in that department. Not that she hasn't tried of course. Nor has there been a lack of suitors. It is more that when Vlad had her heart, it was gripped ferociously. At least that's how she puts it. True that when you saw them together, it was almost impossible to see them not be made for each other. That is on the service though. In truth, Vlad's vanity and need for attention was what kept him with Serena. Her love and admiration were enough to feed his ego for centuries. But even those who serve Slaanesh would agree that his vanity was too much at times. So much so that when Serena didn't give him attention for one night, he broke-up with her at sunrise. This devastated her. Even her undead guard agreed that life was sucked out of her. She has of course responded rationally. Sending enough rumors of a vampire lord visiting a human village that a witch hunter is sent out, and he gets departed for good. Wouldn't have worked if she didn't orchestrate it to be true. Rumor of a fine makeup powder in a random village here. Some gossip of Vlad not looking his best there. And before you know it, Vlad was making his way to the village where the rumored makeup was. As well as a well-prepped witch hunter lying in wait. Shouldn't have broken Serena's heart on her undeath day is what the servants said for a while. Time has passed since then. And as the years fly by, the grip that Vlad had on her non-beating heart still held. Enough that whenever she begins to develop feelings for another, Vlad would flash through her mind. Some say this could be a curse. One that her former lover placed on her before his end. Others call it a phase that will pass after a millennium goes by. But no matter what it's called, she was still trapped within Vlad's "cage". During this particular night though, that may change. The cage that had trapped Serena's heart may be unlocked. Allowing her to move on. All thanks to one caring servant. A servant of the name Idris Moldark. Though if you asked him, even he doesn't know he freed the dark madam's heart. He begins his night like he always does. Puts on the appropriate apparel, has his meal, checks on the other servants to ensure their morale is up as they fulfill their own duties, and finally check in own his mistress. It has been at least a week since she left her room. Which, for a being of the night is nothing. But for a mortal, it is indeed a long time. As he approaches her chambers, he sees empty bottles of blood-grog strewn about through the hall. Sending a sadness through his very being. While saving him as a child from some rogue thralls was whim to Serena, it was the most important day of his life. So, to see the one who saved go through such pain, brings him much sorrow that few can feel. As he approaches her room, Idris hears his madame crying once more. Even if she is incapable of making tears anymore, Serena can still cry tears of sadness in the form of blood droplets. He takes a deep breath, unlocks the doors and enters. Idris: Good evening my mistress! The time to start the night is nigh. Let's get things started, shall we? Serena looks up from her bed. Blood-grog in one hand and a worn pendant in the other. Serena: Oh. It's you Id. For a moment I thought

It is another night in the kingdom of Lahmia. The blood tithes have been paid. The army of undead is steadily growing. And forces of Khorne have once again been repealed. All is well within the decrypted land. Or at least it would be in one of the noble houses if it wasn't for one thing. The madame of the house, Serena Scarlett, still hasn't gotten over her break-up. It has been many years since her break-up with Vlad Severn. Enough to have several generations of humans live and die of natural causes. And though Serena has been able to fulfill her duties, her dating life has been the best. Between the assassination attempts, hobnobbing with other houses, and making sure her vampire lineage isn't exposed, she hasn't had a lot of luck in that department. Not that she hasn't tried of course. Nor has there been a lack of suitors. It is more that when Vlad had her heart, it was gripped ferociously. At least that's how she puts it. True that when you saw them together, it was almost impossible to see them not be made for each other. That is on the service though. In truth, Vlad's vanity and need for attention was what kept him with Serena. Her love and admiration were enough to feed his ego for centuries. But even those who serve Slaanesh would agree that his vanity was too much at times. So much so that when Serena didn't give him attention for one night, he broke-up with her at sunrise. This devastated her. Even her undead guard agreed that life was sucked out of her. She has of course responded rationally. Sending enough rumors of a vampire lord visiting a human village that a witch hunter is sent out, and he gets departed for good. Wouldn't have worked if she didn't orchestrate it to be true. Rumor of a fine makeup powder in a random village here. Some gossip of Vlad not looking his best there. And before you know it, Vlad was making his way to the village where the rumored makeup was. As well as a well-prepped witch hunter lying in wait. Shouldn't have broken Serena's heart on her undeath day is what the servants said for a while. Time has passed since then. And as the years fly by, the grip that Vlad had on her non-beating heart still held. Enough that whenever she begins to develop feelings for another, Vlad would flash through her mind. Some say this could be a curse. One that her former lover placed on her before his end. Others call it a phase that will pass after a millennium goes by. But no matter what it's called, she was still trapped within Vlad's "cage". During this particular night though, that may change. The cage that had trapped Serena's heart may be unlocked. Allowing her to move on. All thanks to one caring servant. A servant of the name Idris Moldark. Though if you asked him, even he doesn't know he freed the dark madam's heart. He begins his night like he always does. Puts on the appropriate apparel, has his meal, checks on the other servants to ensure their morale is up as they fulfill their own duties, and finally check in own his mistress. It has been at least a week since she left her room. Which, for a being of the night is nothing. But for a mortal, it is indeed a long time. As he approaches her chambers, he sees empty bottles of blood-grog strewn about through the hall. Sending a sadness through his very being. While saving him as a child from some rogue thralls was whim to Serena, it was the most important day of his life. So, to see the one who saved go through such pain, brings him much sorrow that few can feel. As he approaches her room, Idris hears his madame crying once more. Even if she is incapable of making tears anymore, Serena can still cry tears of sadness in the form of blood droplets. He takes a deep breath, unlocks the doors and enters. Idris: Good evening my mistress! The time to start the night is nigh. Let's get things started, shall we? Serena looks up from her bed. Blood-grog in one hand and a worn pendant in the other. Serena: Oh. It's you Id. For a moment I thought

it was another assassin. Already had to deal with three this month. Rather not deal with a fourth. Idris: Three? Serena points to the corpse of a would-be assassin in the corner. No doubt sent by another of his madam's rivals. Ah. Yes. Three. Well. I'll have someone come and clean this up. For now. Let's get your night started then. Serena: Hmph. Right. Shall we? She slowly gets up from her bed. Teasing Idris with barely clothed body. It is no secret that he has had a slight crush on her for some time. Many mortals and undead have so before. But most try to keep such things somewhat a secret. He however is not so secretive. Idris: Ahem! Yes. Um. I'll go fetch your clothing for the night. Serena: Really Id? You haven't even offered me a drink before taking my clothes. Idris blushing: You know what I mean mame! He proceeds to quickly gather up clothing for her. All the while teasing him here and there. After much difficulty, mostly on Idris part, Serena starts her night like any other. One by one, she proceeds to do her tasks with efficient pace. Documents are signed, speeches are giving, prisoners are tortured for information, having some tea during break, and going through the local town to ensure things are running smoothly. All of which proceeding without issue. As night's end begins to approach, the melancholy that Serena has become accustomed to begins to seep in again.

Idris can see the signs of this as if clockwork. Though while he is used to this, this time seemed different. And as they pass a random calendar, he understands why. It is his madam's death day. A day that among the vampire lords is usually held in praise and celebration but only brings sorrow to Serena. For it was on this day that Vlad broke-up with her. Increasing the pain unlike any other. And as they approach his madam's chambers so she can retire for the day, Idris decides to do something. Something that in retrospect, could've easily gotten him killed. Serena opens the doors to her chambers and is ready to close them for the day until Idris speaks. Idris: Um. Madam? If I may? Serena raises her brow at the sudden request. Curious, she responds. Serena: You may, Id. Idris: The kvas that I've been experimenting with has finished aging. I was hoping that, with your permission, we could try some together. I've even made some blood infused kind that'll suit your pallet. With your permission of course. This was unusual for Idris to request Serena thought. Most of the time Idris wouldn't request, well, anything. He would usually do whatever she asked, and he would do so with glee. So, for him to do request this has admittedly caught her off-guard. Why not she thought. She was planning to open another bottle of blood-grog anyway. Might as well try something different for a change. With haste, Idris goes and grabs a couple bottles of kvas. One mostly clear while the other distinctively red. He then grabs some glassware to pour the kvas in. As he pours the drinks in them, a smell mixed with peach, wheat, and herbs fill the air. Soothing the dark lady's mind for a moment. Serena: Mm. This is quite the aromatic beverage I might say. I quite like it. Idris: Thank you madame. I've been tinkering with the recipe for some time now since I acquired it. Took me a few tries but got it to balance the sweet and spicy flavor that I've been trying to reach. Well. Let's try it shall we? Serena: Let's indeed. With that said, both drank their respective glasses. A warmth and sweetness going through both of them. Serena had to admit that compared to the blood-grog she's had up till now, this kvas was much better. Would even put some of the liquors from other houses to shame.

Serena: Mm. I have to admit. This was much better than I thought it would be. Very good work, Id. Idris: Thank you me lady. It was well worth the time and effort I put into this. Serena puts her glass down for a bit. Serena: How long were you working on this recipe? Idris: Well, the regular stuff didn't take that long to make. The blood infused variety took much longer though. Went through several batches and tastings with the thralls to get it right. Serena: And. You did this for. Me? Idris: Partly for the domain. Sell the recipe and batches to merchants to expand the house's influence. But mostly, I just wanted to see you genuinely smile again. A sharp pain goes through Serena's cold heart. It has been some time since someone cared for her in such a way. Blood, sweat, and toil into making something they didn't even know would work. At least not before she met Vlad. And as she sips more of the kvas, the memories of Vlad and Idris clashed. The happiness she felt for both conflicted. Centuries with Vlad seemed little in comparison to the 2 decades with Idris. Strange this was she thought. And yet, the memories of Idris made the drink ever sweeter. After finishing her glass, Serena asks Idris a serious question. Serena: Id. I have to ask. Why have you put up for me for so long? Idris almost spitting out his drink, took a second to recoup before setting his glass down. Idris: Ahem. Well. Wow. Was not expecting that. Don't most servants stick with their masters for most of their lives? Serena: In most cases yes. But not all serve a lahmian lady willingly as you did. At least not without getting spellbound. Both figuratively and literally. You've had more freedom than any in your position. Hell. You could've easily walked out the kingdom's gates without so much as a bat of the eyes. So, I ask again. Why? Why stay here? Pauses for a moment. With me?

It was true. As much as Idris didn't want to admit it, he has been given more freedom than any other in the noble houses. Other servants who have served other houses often envied his position. Some have even been shocked whenever he talks about his daily routine. Most servants who've served lahmians have not been treated so fairly if rumors are to be believed. Or at least not to the extent Idris has. After one last gulp of his drink, he responded. Idris: I admit. It hasn't been easy. I'm not talking about the duties assigned to me. Nor the expectations that have been placed on me. Not even the ever-present danger that surrounds me on a daily basis simply living here. What has been hard for me, is seeing you in such pain. To see the one who I had saved my life and gave it purpose go through such sorrow has always given me such a bitter taste at times. Serena: Then why? Why stick with someone who's given you such anguish. Idris: To put it bluntly. I'm in love with you. Started as a crush after being saved and given purpose into full blown love. Call me crazy or drunk from this admittedly stronger beverage. But it is the truth. A pause hanged in the air. Others have confessed similarly to Serena. Most of which was bat droppings that were ignored or executed for. This time however was different. There were no fluctuations in Idris's tone nor heartbeat. What he said, was the real deal. And despite the long, long-life Serena has had until now. Full of conspiracies, intrigue, tense tea parties, and more blood spilled than anyone can recall. This left Serena in shock. And notably aroused. With a flick of the wrist, the doors to her chamber are closed and locked. She gulps what's left in her glass then guides Idris to her bed. Ripping off her clothes and his with ease. Pushing him onto the bed with a gentle nudge. Serena: Id. If you want me to stop, I will. Do you want me to? Idris shakes his heads to the side. Good. Because this point on. You are mine. Even if you bed other woman and have them bear your kin, you are mine. Is that clear? Idris: Yes, me lady. I am yours. Now and forever. Serena: Good. I wouldn't have it any other way. Before he could speak another word, Serena kisses him with centuries of pent-up passion. Slowly grinding her groin on his leg as she does so. A thousand emotions flooding his brain. Is this real? Is he dreaming? All the sensations in his body pointing to no. This was all in fact real. The unrequested feelings he's had being engulfed in acceptance all at once. Before he could say anything, Serena gets on her back while she positions him on top. Serena: Take me now my love. Let out all that you've been keeping in. Idris positions his rod in front of her flower before slowly pushing in. Bliss sending shivers through her body with him every repeated motion. Idris holding her leg in the air with one hand while holding her ass in the other. Making sure she's comfortable even as he plows her. He had imagined such a scenario several times. Merely fantasy he thought would never be. But here they are rutting like the world was going to end tomorrow. Pleasure pushing them both closer to the edge. Idris: Pants. Me lady! Pants. I'm getting really close. Please. I'm begging you! Let me finish inside! Serena: It's ok, love! Do it. Mm! Fill me up! Give me all the essence you can. Ah! Hold nothing back! With the go-ahead, Idris releases his all his pent-up seed inside her. Knowing while foolishly useless, wants to impregnate her with all his might. Until he poured all he could. Making sure not one drop could get out. Thinking he was finished, Idris rests before Serena pushes him on his back. She gets on top of him, speaking a spell making him instantly hard again. Serena: A little trick that I learned from a Slaanesh follower friend of mine. Good thing cause. She straddles on top and pushes him back in. Mm! I have a lot of time to make up for. And you are gonna help me with that. She begins going up and down with rapid pace. Her feet planted on the bed while her hands hanging onto him for dear life.

 Sounds of plopping echoing through her chamber. Idris clinging to the sheets, overwhelmed by the force and pressure that his new lover was giving him. Could not believe that behind the calm and noble face, was a beast that once she has you, will not let go. Not that he wanted her to. He has been wanting her to consume him in as many ways possible. Long as he could still somewhat breath by the end of course. As she was getting closer, wings sprouted from her back and fangs bearing in full sight. Fear and excitement going through him as she continued to pound his rod into her. Until with one final push inside her, she screamed with bliss as waves from multiple orgasms went through her. More and more seed fills her up before she returns to normal and plops onto him. Serena pants for a bit before she speaks. Serena: Sorry for scarring you, my love. I hope I didn't put you off much with that display. Idris: Nothing to apologize for. I love everything about you. Even the parts that scare the crap out of me. Serena laughs for a bit. Serena: Glad to hear that. Not many could withstand something of that nature. Idris: Not even Vlad? Serena: Who? Oh. Yeah. What's his face's name? Let's not mention him for a while. Idris: Of course, my love. Let's rest for a while. We have all the time in the world. He had no idea how right he was. Because even as time passed, he got married, having multiple children and grandchildren, she would give him the kiss that would keep him for all eternity. He was hers and she was his after all. And the blood kiss, made sure of that.

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Goat momma's spicy night out

It is a special night for one of the Underground's denizens. Or. At least was supposed to be. After the barrier separating the Underground and the surface world was broken, many humans and monsters were reconnecting. Some animosity was still apparent but not as bad as it was before. You could see the two races interacting with one another almost anywhere. Apps were even created to help promote social interactions with them. One app, Alphder, was created for humans and monsters who wanted to try dating without much hassle. But for Toriel, hasn't had much success. After the events that lead to the barrier breaking, she became really busy. Helping with human/monster relations, reconnecting with friends old/new, and even helping her stepson Frisk adjust to his new life. She was busier than she ever thought she be. Maybe a bit too busy. She has been so stressed lately that while researching human anatomy to see how compatible they and monsters were, her thoughts drifted to other areas. So much so that she inadvertently asked herself what it would be like to date a human. A question that Undyne just so happened to overhear. And with that, recommended Alphder to her. Toriel was hesitant at first to use it. Taking age out of the equation. There were many young/old couples after all. She hasn't had much experience in the dating game. Her Ex-husband wasn't the greatest. They are still friends but that's about it. And the one that she thought could have something with mostly saw her as a dear friend. Leaving her situation rather boned. After much coaxing, she finally downloaded the app and gave it a whirl. There were some matches. Unfortunately, they were duds. Most either clashed too much with her personality or wasn't feeling much from. She had all but given up. The last one, was the last straw. She had gotten all dolled up. Put on dark eye shadow, ruby red lipstick, and even a shiny purple dress and high heels. The kind you'd see in fashion magazines. Clunged to her body snug but not too tightly. Was ready to knock his socks off! Just one problem. The bum didn't even show up.

So here she is at the newest and popular Mexican restaurant, Rosa del subsuelo. Eating some chips and drinking margarita all by herself. Feeling like a total shmuck. Thinking there was nothing that could fix this. That is until she notices at the corner of her eye, someone in a similar situation. A slender young man with some muscle tone. Around mid 20s to early 30s from the look of it. He had the look of someone waiting for a long time. Almost looked like he was gonna give up himself. And at that moment, Toriel thought to hell with it and made her way over to him.

Toriel: Mind if I sit with you? The young man looks up. ???: Uh. Not at all. Proceeds to sit down from across the you man. Toriel: Let me guess. Your date stood you up too? The young man tenses up for a sec and relaxes. ???: Yeah. The one I was waiting for said she would come over once she was done at this one party. 3 hours ago. About 2 and a half hours longer than she was gonna be. Toriel: Oh my! That beats the 1 hour for mine. I'm surprised none of the staff have said anything. ???: The owner of the place is an old friend of mine. As long as I don't bug the staff, I get free chips and unlimited refills! Though, after the first hour of waiting, it begins to lose its charm. Toriel: I can imagine . . . If you don't mind me asking. Did you use Alphder too? ???: Yeah. How'd you know? Toriel: Lucky guess. Seems we both got unlucky. ???: No doubt. And I was looking forward to this too. We both hitted off well. Texted for a few weeks. Really got close. But I guess she wasn't interested after all. Toriel: . . . Well. Her loss then! You seem like a nice young man. And if I may say. A very handsome one too. The young man blushes. ???: Um. Heh. Thank you. Uh. Sorry. I didn't catch your name and I didn't give mine. Name's Tom. Toriel: My name is Toriel. It's very nice to you meet you, Tom. Tom: Nice to meet you too . . . SO! Since both our dates bailed, do you want to split enchiladas and get some drinks? Toriel places her hand on his. Toriel: I would love to, Tom. Hours passed. Strangers now friends ate and talked as if they've known each other for a long time. Shared wows, passions, dreams, hobbies, and so on. Eventually, the two left the restaurant and to Toriel's place. The light that was once faint in both now glowed brightly. Holding each other in their arms as they made their way. They entered Toriel's home as lights were turned on by her. Up till now, Toriel had regretted coming home. But this time, it feels different. As if a warmth that was once there finally returned. Both her and Tom settled on her couch. Turning on the TV and just settling in each other's embrace. Didn't cared what was on at the time. Merely wanted something on that would serve as background noise. As they went through the channels, they stumbled on a rom com that they could laugh at. Or. At least that's what they thought it was. About 30mins in, it started to get rather steamy. Not too bad though they thought. Some rom coms can get exciting. It isn't that unusual. That was until the music changed as soon as the MC and romantic interest got in the buff and start making out like crazy. Toriel quickly turning off the TV right before the action really got started.

A somewhat tense atmosphere hanging in the air. Silent till Tom spoke up. Tom: SO! Wow. Heh. Was not expecting the movie go from R to A that quickly. Toriel letting out an anxious laugh. Toriel: I was not expecting that either. I've had this channel for a long time and never seen them air something that, um, spicy! She lets out a small chuckle. Then again. I usually don't stay up this late to see them air something like that. Tom: They were really getting at it too. I don't see that stuff unless I open my laptop and find something to "relax" myself. Toriel: Oh really! And pray tell. What sort of things do you look up to "relax"? Toriel asked while giving a mischievous smile. Tom: OH! Um. You know! Usual stuff. Stuff totally normal for my age. Toriel: Really? Well then. Why don't you show these "totally normal" things then? Tom gulped as Toriel grabbed has hand and lead him to her bedroom.

As they enter Toriel's room, a faint smell of butterscotch wafts through the air. The two set on her bed, both nervous yet excited at the same time. Sitting next to each other, Toriel places her hands on tom's lap. Toriel: So, tell me. What kind of "usual stuff" do you look up? I'm sure there are few old and new you could mention. Or would rather show me? Tom: Well. Um. Caressing and kissing is a good start. Like, well. This. With spark of courage, Tom caresses Toriel's cheek. Gently kissing her while he does so. Rather bold of him to start like this Toriel thought as she returned in kind. Painting and moaning echoing in the room as the two explored each other's bodies. As they continued, heat started to rise in Tom's groin region as did Toriel's. Every swish of their tongues sending each other in pure ecstasy. While continuing to kiss his body, Toriel got on her knees. Unzipping and pulling Tom's pants. Toriel: Let's see what we're working with here.

As Toriel pulls the underwear down, Tom's member came in full view. Throbbing pinkish and ready. The word jackpot went through Toriel's head as she started licking and sucking his rod. Tom had heard that mature women were on another league, but Toriel had proving that and more. He'd be gripping onto her bed the whole time. As if he had been bracing himself with every impact in her throat. As if knowing that Tom was getting close, Toriel stopped and let go of his member. Toriel: Now, now young man. Can't have you ending too soon. Let's get more comfortable before that. Shall we? Without hesitation, she took off all her clothes as slowly and teasingly as possible. Increasing the lust between the two as Tom took off his too. As he got full view of the woman before him, a goddess she be went through his mind. Plumb in all the right edges and curves as though sculpted from an artisan. Toriel felt something she hadn't in a long time. Desired, wanting, and to be taking whole. Tom moved further onto the bad. Flat on his back as Toriel straddled on his groin. Toriel: Are you ready my cutie? Tom nodded in anticipation. Toriel: Let momma get started. She raised her hip, positioned his rod, and slowly put it in. Until it was completely taking in. Toriel: Mm. I haven't felt this full in a long time. Now then. What else would happen in this scenario. Go ahead. Tell momma Toriel. Tom gulped. Tom: Well. I'd do this. Grabbed onto Toriel's ass. And thing this. He started sucking on her breast. Toriel: Oh! Well now. Haven't had this happen before. Go ahead while I. Mm! She started going up and down on his rod. All the while he kept sucking her breast and squeezing her ass. Every thrust hitting slow and deep inside her. Bliss feeling up both as time went on. Not long doing so, something started to leak from her tit. Tom paused to see if what was coming out was what he thought. Tom: Is that milk coming out? Toriel giggle. Toriel: Of course it is silly. I may be advancing in some things, but these puppies can still spurt like no other. Sometimes when I'm out of the store-bought, I improvise with my own "homemade". Go ahead love. Keep going. I can make plenty. With that Tom continued. Drinking and pumping in unison. Ensuring that he doesn't go tough rough with her. After a bit, Tom leans her onto her back. Never letting go for a moment. Toriel: Mm! Well now. This is different. But ain't opposed. Keep pounding this old goat! Do it like no tomorrow! Didn't have to tell him twice. He picked up the pace. Going faster and faster. His rod twitching with every thrust. Toriel: That's it, baby! Tell me what you want! Ah! Give it all to me! Tom: Momma Toriel! I want to do it! Deep inside you! Ha! I can't keep back much longer! Toriel: Go ahead! Mm! Give me it all! Deep inside and don't you dare pull out! She crossed her legs behind him. Making sure he can't escape. Not that he wanted to anyway as he pushed deep inside. Releasing all the pint up cream deep in her. Milk gushing from her breasts as every ounce of his pumped in. The two panting and moaning from the afterglow. A fullness unlike any other even if they felt drained. Toriel: Ha. Phew! You did good, Tom. I haven't felt this good in years! Feel like I can get a lot more done now than I have before. Tom: Um. Ms. Toriel? I think we might have an issue. Toriel: Hm? OH MY! It's still hard? Usually that would go down after what we did. Tom: Well. It doesn't settle down for a while. I have to keep the AC on to cool it down. Toriel: Mm. Well then. Let's see if we can take advantage of this. Tom: He! Good one. You're kidding, right? . . . Right? Toriel grinned mischievously as they kept going till the early sunrise. By the time they woke up, the room had long lost its scent of butterscotch. Replaced by something that even after both cleaning the room, would still linger for a while every time Tom came around.

[mattcaliber]

Mal0's "assistance"

???: We're ready when you are Prof. Matson. Matson: You sure? Not all what I'm about to tell you is for the faint of heart. Or the close minded. ???: Of course, professor. Out of all the individuals who've dealt with the subject, you are the only one who's been able to deal with her without getting unnerved after 90 hours of exposure. Now whenever you're ready. Matson: All right then. Let's start at the beginning, shall we? Matson: It was around early 2020 when I was brought to the foundation. I was a Class D at the time. I will not lie. I was having a rough patch at the time. Oh, who am I kidding? I was a straight up thug. Didn't care much for anything or anyone. Sure, I had the smarts but didn't really have much of a drive. Really didn't help that the crime I was innocent of I end up getting framed for anyway. Wrong place at the wrong time I suppose. Anyway. Before I could be sent to the clink, some guys in suits came into the court room I was in. Talked to the judge after flashing a badge. Then same guys took me off while leaving everyone puzzled. Me included. Before I could figure out what was going on, felt a prick in my neck and everything went black. Woke up here with as a Class D personal along with others.

???: This was during the pandemic correct? Matson: No just before that begun. I believe it was just a week or two before then. But once that hit, things began to change not long afterwards though. Even though we were expendable, the scientists at the time didn't want any potential contamination to any experiments or personal. So, they separated us. And that's when it began. Matson: I was taken to my own room and was giving my own phone. On it was the infamous app itself, Mal0. If they were gonna perform any experiments with me, it would be as far from any organic subjects as possible. Digital one seemed perfect for me. No lie. It was strange at first, but I got used to Mal0 really quickly. Maybe it helped that unlike others who I got used to judging me quickly, Mal0 didn't. With her, I could open myself in a way I haven't before. Did I still get the same effects as the others who interacted with her did? Yes. But I guess that's what kept me sane at the time.

???: Those were dark times for a lot of people. Having someone or something to interact with could help with separation from others. Guess that Cast Away movie got it right with that whole talking to a volleyball thing. Matson: Indeed, it did. During that time, Mal0 made sure to keep me company and connected as much as possible. Even helped me get my specialist in psychology by signing for online classes. Learning in those classes helped me with my own demons. Sometime after the pandemic ended, the foundation saw how useful I was with interacting with other subjects. Some more successful than others. Eventually, they hired me full time and had Mal0 permanently assigned to me. Not that they had a choice in the matter. ???: True. Multiple phones downloaded the same app, but Mal0 didn't show up on any of them. Even after destroying your phone, she wouldn't show up on any others unless it was yours. Matson: Correct. Unless it was me specifically, Mal0 wouldn't show up on any other phone. Once she sticks to someone, she sticks to them. Rather stubborn in a way. At any rate, she was stuck to me for good.

It was around my second year as an official member of the staff that Mal0 and I decided to up our relationship. Started small with flirtatious text but soon enough moved to videos and live chatting. Was not long after that during one of the foundations incidents that we were introduced to the Clockworks. The subject that could improve or degrade anything depending on what you put in it and what setting it was on. ???: The amount of paperwork that had to be filled out to approve of your joint subject proposal couldn't have been easy. What with a past incident with the two subjects causing more damage than it was worth. Matson: Tell me about it. Helping one of the upper management members with talking to their kid did help crease the wheels a bit though. ???: I'll bet. It was then that the proposal was approved and moved forward, correct? Matson: Correct. Precautions were taking and the experiment proceeded. Went in Mal0 1.0 and came out Mal0 2.0. Mal0 in the full flesh. I remember her hugging me and wagging her tail for over an hour as soon as she came out before returning to my office. I will not lie. It was a bit of an adjustment period. Not a long one mind you but it was. With the foundation keeping an even closer on us while getting used to Mal0 being physical and not on my phone 24/7, it stressed me out a bit. Thankfully, even when physical Mal0 was still the same sweetie I've come to know. And over time the foundation lessened their view on us as Mal0 showed more positive behavior. She did play a prank from time to time, but not on any lethal levels. And after a while, we openly dated. Or at least as much as one can within the limits of the foundation's rules.

???: I feel that. 056 has been difficult but I think we're getting there. Matson: . . . Right. At any rate, we were making it work. It wasn't until we discovered that Mal0 had heat cycles that things started to escalate. ???: Heat cycles? You mean she took on her more animal side? Matson: Correct. While she has for the most part shown to be in control of her humanoid side, she has shown some animal-like qualities. Nothing major. Random sniffing. The odd growling at threats. And of course, her love for playing fetch. That strangely enough helped with my cardio and exercise routines. But at one point, she couldn't control her animal side anymore.

???: Where there any factors into her getting to this point? Jealousy? Buried feelings? . . . Access to the internet? Matson: Yes, to all. Didn't help that when it was Valentine's Day, she was paying attention to the other couples more closely than ever before. Before we went to bed for the night, that's when she acted. Now. Are you sure you want to know the full details of what happened that night? It will get into areas the foundation doesn't usually deal with.???: Yes. No missed details. It's best to be as descriptive as possible.

Matson: All right. But don't say I didn't warn you beforehand. Anyway. It was during dinner that I noticed she was more agitated than usual. Her eyes were twitching slightly. Pawing at the table more aggressively. And even after she was done eating, she was still drooling. Like she was hungry for something besides the Friday night pizza. That's when she couldn't hold it in.

She moved the table out of her way and marched towards me. Sat in my lap and started tonguing my mouth like she was starving. I couldn't wrap my head around what was going on before she stopped to breath and ripped my clothes off. Not unbutton carefully like anyone else would. Straight up ripped my clothes off like one would with a present. And hers was between my legs. She then got on her knees and proceeded to lick and suck my dick. All the while I'm still sitting in my chair that I use for dinner time. Emotions being a mixture of ecstasy, joy, love, and confusion. Before I could form a sentence, I started cumming deep down her throat. Holding onto my chair as if my life was being drained.

While trying to get my thoughts together, Mal0 ripped off what was left of her own clothing, grabbed me by the waist and threw me onto the bed. Her time in the facility gym has not gone to waste. She then got on all fours. Crawled across the ground and onto the bed. All while showing off every bit of her curves. There must've been unknown pheromones she was emitting because before I knew it, I got hard in an instant. She then stood up on the bed and did a reverse wheelbarrow with me. Holding my legs in the air, all the while she's pounding onto my dick with me grasping the sheets like I was trying to hold something.

She kept going and going. Heart shapes faintly showing in her eyes. As if years of whatever was pent up inside was finally released. Moaning and tongue lapping all the way. Soon as I showing signs of getting close to climaxing, she picked up the pace. Going faster and faster. Wanting me to seed her with every slam of her hips. And then with one last slam, I cummed deep inside her muff. Relief writing all over her face. She let go of my legs and dropped on the bed. Both of us panting. Trying to catch our breaths.

Needless to say, it was the best time of my life. Rest of the night was us switching between who was being dominate at the moment. By the next morning, both of us were wiped out. Luckily, we had put in PTO before then. So, we didn't have to go into work for the next few days. Time spent making up the need/want we both had for a long time. And our lives became better for it.

Anyway. That's about it on how Mal0 and I got together. Anything else you needed me to tell? . . . Hello? You there? ???: . . . Huh? OH! RIGHT! YES! Ahem. That will be all. If there's anything else, we'll let you know. You can go ahead and return to work. (Need to dry out a bit before I do.) Matson: What was that? ???: NOTHING! Nothing. Head back to it. Matson: All right. You have a good day then.

???: You too. . .. Holy crap. I was not prepared for that. ???: Hello doc! I need to clean-! WHY IS THE FLOOR SO WET?! ???: . . . Damn it.

[mattcaliber]

What motions these Hollows bring

An older gentleman clears his throat and begins reading a will. ???: Ahem! "I Olivia Jacobs. Being of sound mind and body, do by decree that should I pass on this mortal coil, that 20% of my wealth be donated to my home harbor of Fulgrimo Hollows and the rest of my assets be giving to my beloved grandson Andrew Jacobs. Including the rest of my wealth, possessions, land, and home. On the condition, that he must remain at my home for at least one month. If he fails to do so, then the rest of the assets shall go to Fulgrimo Hollows. Though I have no doubt that he will succeed fulfilling this condition. I am truly sorry to leave you Andrew. But fret not! For I know that my home and harbor will accept you as it did I. My lawyer, Leonard Teach will give you directions to the location as well ensure that the condition is met."

Andrew: Wow. Didn't think Grandma Oliv cared for me that much. I mean. We barely talked that much when I was younger. Leonard: I assure you young sir, she loved you more than words could ever express. Pauses for a second. I'm truly sorry to have given you news in such a manor. But as Oliv would say, better to swallow the bitterness first before getting to the sweetness of ocean's bounty. And what a bounty she has given you young sir! Andrew: He. You're too kind. Hmm. Let's get to it shall we? Leonard: Indeed! Right this way to the vehicle and we'll be on our way. The two make their way to the vehicle and drive to Andrew's new home in Fulgrimo Hollows.

Fulgrimo Hollows is a small but lively harbor town. Said to have been founded by a small group of pilgrims of an unknown faith. One welcoming but at the same time, eerie. Andrew will find out this very soon.

As Andrew and Leonard approach the town, a gathering of the town's folk is spotted by the town hall. Murmurs and whispers are heard as the two exit the vehicle and head to the group. Though replaced by cheers and admiration as soon as they spot Andrew. Townsfolk #1: At long last! The successor has come! Townsfolk #2: Oh, thank the ocean! All our worries will be put to rest. Townsfolk #3: Hear! Hear! Let's welcome the lad! Without hesitation, the group gently lead Andrew to the front of the town hall. Where a rather large but jolly fellow brings Andrew in for a warm hug. ???: Welcome lad! I'm the mayor of this humble town. Gregory Gills is the name! And running this fine harbor is my game. Andrew: UH! Thank you. Wasn't expecting this kind of reaction. Guessing Grandma Oliv was a big deal here huh? Gregory: Indeed, she was! In fact, she was a descendant of one of this town's founders. May she rest with the seas. Andrew: Thank you. Um. If you don't mind telling me before I rest at my new home. Are there any duties I'll need to perform as her successor? Gregory: Don't worry about that my dear boy! Your duties will be explained later. For now! How say we get something in that belly of yours at the Shark's Teeth tavern? You look like you could use a warm meal from this autumn weather. Andrew: Thank you. I would appreciate that. Uh. Leonard? Will you join us? Leonard: Sadly, I can't young sir. Though I miss that crab stew, my other duties demand my attention. My job will be taken care of by dear Gregory here on out though! So, enjoy yourself and tell Mrs. Puffle that I'll be around later for that stew. Gregory: We sure will! Come lad. A warm meal and good drinks await us! The two head to the Shark's Teeth tavern. But as the townsfolk disperse to resume their daily affairs, Andrew for a brief moment, catches a beauty before his eyes. Even from a distance, she feels welcoming. Warm. Yet for some reason, strange. As if, she wasn't as she seemed. The feelings quickly ease as Andrew enters the tavern. The two are greeted by a plump woman at the tavern counter. Mrs. Puffle: Welcome mayor. The usual? Gregory: You've read my mind! And something good for the lad here. Our new successor! Andrew meekly waves at her. Mrs. Puffle: Well, I be! Oliv's grandbaby. Those pictures she's shown me don't do you justice. You're even cuter in person. Andrew blushes as he takes a sit at the counter. Mrs. Puffle gives him a menu and returns to her kitchen. Gregory: Order whatever you like my boy. It's all on me! Andrew: Thank you. I think I will. The two eat and drink before heading to Andrew's new home. Jacob's manor.

The two drive to Andrew's new home. After a few mins, they come upon a beautiful Victorian era style manor by a beach with a wonderful view of the sea. With some modern tweaks here and there. As they approach, small flashes of memory go through Andrew's mind. The loss of his parents, the warmth of his grandma, and the sadness he felt leaving to live with his aunt and uncle. Until he takes his first steps into the manor after so long. Andrew: Phew! I've forgotten how big this place was. Still as beautiful as ever. Gregory: Indeed, she is! I'm still left in awe almost every time I come back here. So many memories in this ol' place. But enough of trip down memory lane. Let me show you the staff and they'll give you the grand tour. Ahem. NORA! YA BUNDLE OF PARANAH BITE GET DOWN HERE AND MEET THE NEW LORD! ???: KEEP YOUR BRIDGES ON! I'LL BE DOWN IN A TIK! After a min or two, a short but stacked woman comes down the main stairs. With luscious red hair, deep green eyes, and. Fins on their arms? She approaches Andrew and without warning, gives him the firmest handshake he's ever gotten. Nora: Nice to meet ya my lord! Name's Nora Bright. Whatever needs cleaning, fixing, or whatever ya need, I'm your gal! Andrew after recovering: Uh. Thank you. And nice to meet you. Um. Not to be rude, but are you the only one on staff or? Nora: Right you are. There were others but couldn't handle what goes on in these halls. But I'm sure you'll be able to my lord! Andrew: Would that have to with my duties? Whatever they are? Nora: Correct! I'll explain them in a bit. You head back to town mayor. I'll take it from here. Gregory: As you wish my little fish stick. You're in good hands lad. I better go before Nora here gives me a good thumping. Good day to you all! And with that, Gregory heads out back to town. Leaving Andrew with the feisty Nora.

Nora: NOW! Come with me and I'll explain everything while heading to your room my lord. Andrew: Thank you. Would be nice to have someone finally explain things to me. And please. Call me Andy. It's what folks used to call me. Nora: Of course, Andy! Like that formal speech of yours. Let's go. The start heading up the main stairway and through the halls. Seeing various old paintings of different figures. Probably his ancestors or friends of them Andrew thought. Nora: Now then. How much do you know of our we town? Andrew: Not much. Grandma told me it was founded by pilgrims but didn't tell me of what or who. Nora: For how young you were that's understandable. You see, the pilgrims worshipped one known D'endrrah the beautiful. A lass said to be of unparallel beauty and unknown origins. It is said that at their lowest point, the founders prayed to anyone that could aid them from fate. And not only did she answer them, but she also led them to the harbor we live in today. With plenty of the ocean's bounty provided to us. Be it the coral, pearls, plants, and creatures a plenty. In exchange, a family member of one of the founders must fulfill their duties to her. Including checking in on the harbor's people. Bringing news both in and out to the ruler aka the mayor. And provide her with pleasure. OH! Here's your room. Nora opens the door to Andrew's new room. Andrew: Those duties don't seem too hard. . .. Wait. What was that last one? Pleasure? Nora: Don't worry about it! Usually, one of the harbor folks is chosen to be a apostle of D'endrrah. And you must provide pleasures of some kind. Be it compliments, cooking a meal, brushing her hair, and so on. It's mostly ceremonial these days but a good chunk of the townsfolk does take it seriously. But no worrying your little head! Most who are chosen are happy to do it and don't ask for much. And thanks to modern technology, your first two duties are taken care of already. So, all you have to do is give the lucky lass a good time! Andrew gulps at the sound of this. For he hasn't had much luck with women up to this point. But with a comforting pat on his back from Nora, his worries ease if only a little. Andrew: SO! When is this apostle supposed to arrive? Nora: Any time now after she finishes at her family's shop. A doorbell is rung, being heard from both. AH! That must be her now. Come! Come! Let's not keep her waiting. Without a word, Nora picks up Andrew in her arms and brings him to the front door. While still in her arms, Nora opens the door. Revealing the beauty that Andrew saw earlier. ???: Um. Good day to you? Nora: Hm? OH! Right! She puts Andrew down. Sorry about that Andy. Force of habit. Used to do the same thing for Oliv. Andrew: It's all right, Nora. Ahem. Nice to meet you, mam! Name is Andrew Jacobs. But you can all me Andy. And you are? ???: Ariel. Ariel Coral. But you can call me Ary. I prefer it that way. Less formal that way. She takes Andrew's hands into hers. A cooling yet soothing feeling goes through Andrew as he and her blushes.

Weeks pass as Ariel and Andrew get closer together. The chemistry between them growing more with each passing day. But even as they learned more about each other, Andrew couldn't help but feel something off. As if there was a part of Ariel that she was trying to keep hidden. And it doesn't help that the way the townsfolk treat them was odd in of itself. As if the two were seen as holly figures. Not obvious at first, but as time went on, this became more apparent.

It wasn't till the last week that Andrew needed to stay at his new home that things became clear. As the Andrew and Ariel went through the town, Andrew noticed strange decorations on folk's homes. As if Valentine's Day took on a more nautical route. Including some of the townsfolk showing off some rather risqué aquatic clothing. Including Mrs. Puffle wearing a tight starfish bra. Andrew: Um. Ariel? If you don't mind me asking, why does the town seem more, liberated than usual? Ariel: I don't mind at all. Everyone is getting ready for our annual Benedictio Fertilitatis festival! You see, as a way to show our devotion to D'endrrah the beautiful, as well as let off some steam, we throw this festival to thank her for the blessings she's giving us. Both for the sea's bounties as well as our own. Ariel gesturing to the lower regions. Andrew confused for a tik before realizing what she meant and blushes. Andrew: OH! I see. Ahem. That is very important. Chuckles nervously. Well. Will I have a role to play in this festival? I would like to do my part for it.

Ariel blushing while beaming with excitement, takes Andrew's hand and runs all over town with him. The two helping out where they can. Be it putting up decorations, choosing folk's outfits for the festival, or setting up the stalls themselves. Laborious yet rewarding it was for the both of them. Bonding not only Andrew to the town but each other. The entire week they helped until the night of the festival. Lights flickering with dark pinks and light blues. Smell of seafood fried or otherwise wafting in the air. Townsfolk dancing, singing, playing, and overall enjoying the festival to its fullest. Even as Andrew notices more peculiarities amongst them, fins on arms, gills on necks, tentacles from various places, he didn't mind. Either because he thought they weren't real, was in denial, some combo of the two, or just didn't care. People were happy and everyone was having fun. So, who was he to judge? As the night drew to its height, the mayor gathered as many of the townsfolk to the center of the festival as possible.

Gregory: Ladies and gentlemen of this fine town! Tonight! We give thanks to D'endrrah the beautiful! For without her, none of us would be here today. And we can't forget about the founders who were aided by her in not only founding our town but blessed us with great bounties. Be it the food, minerals, clothes, or our fertility. The last of which some of us are especially grateful for. The townsfolk chuckle for a bit before settling down. NOW! Before we all end the night in one way or another, I would like to thank the two who worked tiredly to make this festival a success. A round of applause for Andrew and Ariel! The crowd cheers for the two with much endurance. Causing the two to blush brightly before everyone resumed their festival activities.

But as soon as they did, Ariel took Andrew's hand and leads him back to the manor. Ariel: I thought we could finish the night back at your home. For some special privacy. Andrew blushes before mustering up courage to reply. Andrew: There's no other way I'd prefer to end the night than with such a lovely lady as you, Ariel. The two holding hands in bliss as they entered the manor and headed to Andrew's room.

As the door closes behind them, the two start to make out while stripping each other of their clothes until nothing left was on them. The heat between them increasing with every chill that goes down their spines. But before the two could finally connect, they had something to ask each other. Andrew: Ariel. There's something I've been meaning to ask. Something that I've been wanting to ask you for a while. Ahem. Is there something I should know about you? I've had the feeling that you've been keeping a secret, but I didn't want to pressure you into telling me. Ariel: There is indeed something I've been keeping a secret. You see. Since I'm a apostle of D'endrrah, I've been blessed with features that I usually hide. Features similar to the townsfolk that you saw. I. I didn't want to scare you by showing them. Andrew put his hand gently on Ariel's face. A sign of him reassuring her. Andrew: I've seen plenty of those this week alone. No matter how much or how little those features are, I want to see them. I want to see you. Ariel after hearing this, musters up her courage and begins to change.

Her skin turns a shiny silver color. Her muscles becoming more toned while her bosom and rear become more profound. Her hair reseeds, revealing pink bump like pearls on her face. Eight tentacles and a pair of wings grow from her back. Her eyes once blue, now black and pink with her iris's now star shaped. Two eye stalks grow from her forehead, both with the same eye color and shape of her primary eyes. Her nails now metallic pink while her feet become webbed like. Now standing before Andrew was someone almost unrecognizable from who they were. Ariel: SO! Um. What you think? But as Andrew heard her voice, he knew she was still the same beautiful maiden he fell for. Andrew: You are still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life. Ariel with excitement, pounced on him. Smothering him with both kisses and her body. Ariel: Oh, thank you! Thank you! THANK YOU! You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that. Andrew: I think I have an idea. Now. Hm. Is there something you want to ask of me? Ariel: OH! Right. Um. Is Nora still here? Andrew: Nope! She's at the festival. Ariel chuckles then reply: Good. Then we can as loud as we want.

Ariel uses her tentacles to bring Andrew closer to her. Exploring every inch of his body with them as he explores her body. Groping and rubbing against each other with slow and steady movements. Kissing each other like they're savoring every bit of each other's flavor. As they get heated, Andrew lays down on his back on the bed. Ariel getting on top of him. Stradling her clam onto his pelvis. Teasing her with his eel with every prod. Until she slowly slides onto him, bliss showing bright as day on her face. Ariel: I've been dreaming of this for so long. Andrew: It doesn't hurt, does it? Ariel: No. It fits perfectly. With that, she slowly goes up and down. Ecstasy flowing through each other with every push. As they start to pick up the pace, Ariel's pink pearl in her clam starts to change. Forming an eel similar but different to Andrew's. It surprised Andrew but didn't stop him. It actually made him go even faster. Exciting him more than he thought. Grabbing her new eel, Andrew started stroking it to match his pumping. Ariel's face now lost to the sheer ecstasy flowing in her. Her tentacles wrapping around various parts of Andrew's body. Two slime-like covered ones penetrated both her and his starfishes. Giving ease and pleasure to both of them. As they continue to pump and stroke each other, they couldn't help but feel something watching them with great interest. As if D'endrrah the beautiful was watching them herself. She was very pleased with their act of love and lust. A good chunk of the town feeling the same bliss of as Andrew and Ariel. And as the rest of the town took part in this blissful act, the two were getting closer and closer to climax. Ariel: Pant. Andy. Mm. I'm almost there. Pant. Andrew: Me too Ary. Pant. Groan. Let's finish together. Ariel: Yes! Pant. Let's finish together! Both pick up the pace. Rapidly edging closer. Until both orgasmed both in and on each other. Andrew into her clam and Ariel onto his stomach. Ariel collapsing onto Andrew's chest, filled with bliss. Her tentacles loosened their grip while retracting from both starfishes. Andrew: Phew! That. That was incredible. Ariel: Agreed. I wasn't rough with my tentacles, was I? Andrew: Of course not. It was just perfect. Though I have to ask. Did you feel someone watching us earlier? Ariel: I did! Maybe D'endrrah the beautiful was keeping her eyes on us. Making sure to give us her blessing. At that moment, Nora who they thought was at the festival, falls out of the closet. Camera in one hand and the other in her pants. Andrew: That or Nora being a little snoop. Nora quickly gets back on her feet. Nora: HI! Isn't this a coincidence? Hehe. Um. Would you believe that I took a nap in the closet and just woke up? Ariel: Not really. Though next time you take a "nap", you should join us. Instead of filming us while doing so. Andrew: Well. After resting a bit, I wouldn't mind her in joining in a "nap". Ariel: Oh, most certainly. Both of them eyeing Nora as if she were prey. Nora: Hehe! Oh dear. The three of them took a "nap" all the way till morning.

With a new day coming, Leonard comes to see if the will has been completed. Andrew gladly telling him it has. All the while the town's deity watches with glee as her town continues to grow in happiness and health. With a new generation soon to come in the following months of this quite harbor town.

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A royal "recording"

"How the hell did I let myself get involved in this?" is what Tyler BurnFlick thought to himself as he lays on a bed in the secret/not so secret love hotel, Ozzie's Release. A place for those of high stature/wealth in Hell to relax and bring in lovers. Without annoying paparazzi hounding them down constantly.

And in that room with Tyler, was one Stella Goetia. A now single woman who's wanting revenge against her Ex. How? Through jealousy, of course! But how did this start?

Not long after the events of last Sinsmas, Stella had Andrealphus hire various individuals to spy on her Ex. Only the most ambiguous/cheapest spies one could hire! And what they reported back did not please Stella at all.

Not only was Stolas thriving in his new life but was also happy. And him being happy infuriated Stella to no end. So, she wanted revenge! But how? After looking online, she found it. A sex vid! Or at least that's what one website from the Envy ring suggests.

Now, she can't just grab some rando off the street, she's royalty after all! And thus, has standards. But who would she hire that would not only be discreet, but also satisfy her in bed? Luckily, after overhearing one of the fellow customers at the Richest Cup cafe, she had her answer.

In the Sloth ring resides an imp known for his love of Earth culture. He's able to get his hands on anything related to it by any means necessary. Well. Almost any means. Fella has to have standards after all. But one offer would test them.

In his email he's giving a chance he never thought he get. A chance to own the last copy of the infamous film, Castles of Deep Illusions! A film so mad and depraved, it made everyone who worked on it go insane! So of course he has to have it. The details of the offer for said film would be disclosed at Ozzie's Release.

Taking a train to the Lust ring, he arrives at one of the fanciest love hotels in Hell. He then tells the receptionist at the front desk the room number of the one he's meeting. After a quick call to the room to confirm, he's then told where the room is and makes his way to it.

Finding the room, he quickly enters it. There sitting in a chair in her bathrobe, was one Stella Goetia. Holding the very film that Tyler has sought after. After being told to take a seat on the bed, Stella gives her offer to Tyler.

Stella: So! You're the infamous Tyler BurnFlick. I've heard many things about you. An impressive collection of Earth memorabilia you have. Some pieces of which are rumored to have been obtained by secret means. Means that have even reached those of high status such as myself.

Tyler: I do have my ways. All of which are semi-legit! Depending on how you view it. And depending on how I can get that film in your hands depends on you. SO! What do I have to do to get it? Seeing as where we are, a woman of your stature would laugh at whatever number of souls I'd have to offer. So, it's obvious that ya need me for something.

Stella: Right, you are my impish friend. What I want from you is simple. And this room we're in will make sure to capture everything we do. Stella gets up and puts the film on the stand next to the chair she was in. Walks over and leans towards Tyler. I want you, to fuck me.

Tyler blinks in disbelief. Did THE Stella Goetia tell him, an imp, to pound her royal flower? This has got to be a prank or something. Before he could say anything. Stella: Oh! And don't think I didn't hear about what you did for that one couple in the Pride ring. The Rich-a-dinks say hi and would like you to visit again by the way.

That shut Tyler up a bit. He's still haunted by where he had to put that ladle in Mrs. Rich-a-dink. And in what way. The fact that she was able to fit it at all still shocks him to this day. After a momentary pause. Tyler: Ok. I'll help you with your vid for that film. Just remember to tag me if you ever post that vid online. If I'm going to be famous in that way I better be so properly.

Stella laughs. Stella: Like I'll ever post this vid on any poor people site. Now! Strip. Tyler did what she said. Revealing a surprisingly ripped body despite what his clothes suggested. And a red pole that even made Stella blush with lust. Despite her demeanor, Stella's experience in this particular field was rather limited. Still. She will get her revenge one way or another.

After taking his clothes off, Stella takes her bathrobe off as well. Showing her slender yet thicc body. Which she takes much pride in. Getting on her knees, Stella takes his rod in her hands. Moving up and down with delicacy & precision. Occasionally licking it as to give proper lubrication.

Doing this for a while gives Tyler confidence enough to have Stella take the rod in her mouth. Wanting to make it look good, she does so. Only getting 3/4 of the way before reaching her limit. The rumors she mentioned only mentioned girth not length. Still, she persevered. And after a bit, she was ready to take him in.

She gets on all fours on the bed. Presenting her royal flower. Dripping wet and ready to receive. Despite what Stella may have giving off, she was actually enjoying going down on Tyler's member. Thoughts of putting it in her pink flower excited her more than she thought.

Tyler got up and stood behind Stella. Positioning himself just right before slowly putting it in. Stella gasping of delight as he enters. Every inch sending shivers down her spine. She never thought someone would give her this much pleasure. Before she could process if he entered all the way, Tyler starts to pound her pussy.

Grabbing her waist, Tyler pounds Stella's flower at a slow to medium pace. As to let Stella get used to his member. Want to make sure not to overwhelm her he thought. Moving from her waist to her ass, Tyler squeezes Stella's ass. As if kneading it like a fine dough. Aggressive yet gentle at the same time. Sending shivers through out her body.

At the pace they were going, one of them was going to finish soon. And Stella can't have that. Not while she's enjoying this so much. She gets Tyler to pause before she pushes him on his back.

Stella positions herself on top on him, facing his direction. Once again putting his rod inside her. Look of satisfaction writing all over her face. She then moves her hips up and down. All the while making sure Tyler's hands don't move away from her ass. Ecstasy going through both of them.

After a bit, she picks up the pass. Slamming her ass with such force that it's edging Tyler closer and closer. Sending thoughts of breeding this thicc bird with every second that passes. Finally with one final slam, Tyler cums deep inside of Stella. Making her cum and squirt as well with every ounce poured inside her.

While the two take their breaths. Tyler: Phew! Pant. Wow. You can go wild when you can huh? Was not expecting that. Pant. Well, if you ever want to do this again you let me know. Pant. I'll grab my film and-. Stella: Pant. Who said we were done? Pant. Stella grins as Tyler thinks: Uh oh. I'm in trouble.

Hours later. Both return to their respective homes. Exhausted and pleased with what both had gotten after their "meeting". But while Tyler was watching his new film, laughing while watching how ridicules it was, Stella was thinking to herself.

While this one vid would surely get her the revenge she wanted, she might need to make more than one. Maybe the Rich-a-dinks could help her out. An unexplained shiver going through Tyler's back. Could've just been the film he thought as he continued to watch his prize.

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Bull Riding, Wrath ring style

It's another day at the Rough 'N Tumble ranch. Billy Hatchet aka Billy is walking back to the pig pins after a couple of the big ones escaped. Holding both of them in the air with ease. Billy: In ya go you two. He tosses both in the pin, making sure they land on the soft mud.

Lin: Thank you again for helping catch those rascals, honey. I don't know why they keep trying to escape. Billy: Maybe cause the last four hogs ended up going to the local bacon factory for rutting too loudly and didn't want to be sent there? Joe: That can't be it. Sent others to there before and they never caused no trouble. Wonder what's going through their heads. Snorts translated. Rascal 1: WE SHALL BE FREE! RISE UP MY PIGGY BROTHERS AND SISTERS! Rascal 2: Told you sorting through that trash on the way out was a bad idea. Rascal 1: IT SMELLED SO GOOD THOUGH!

Joe: At any rate, we can't thank ya enough son. You been a real help to us ever since Millie sent you, our way. Lin: It's true. Out of all the helpers we ever had, you're easily the best. Both give Billy a big ol hug. Billy blushes and smiles. Lin: In fact, some of the fam have been able to relax a bit after that BBQ sauce incident. Even Sallie been getting dates. ??????: UP A HOG'S ASS WITH A PITCHFORK COVERED IN HORSESHIT! Joe: Speaking of the devil. Heh.

Sallie stomps across the road all the way to her room before slamming the door. Lin: Oh dear. That's the third time this month. Billy, dear. Could you be a peach and check up on her. You are the least likely to get a knife through the head after opening her door. Joe: It's true. Don't know why but she seems to be gentler with ya than the rest of the fam. Don't worry! We resupplied the med kits . . . I think. With a gulp, Billy goes to Sallie's room.

Billy goes up and knocks on Sallie's door. Sallie: FUCK OFF! DON'T WANT TO TALK TO NOBODY UNLESS YA WANT A KNIFE IN THE HEAD! Billy: Uh. Sallie? It's me. Sallie: Oh shit. Hang on. Sallie opens the door, and Billie takes his usual spot on Sallie's couch. Since Billy first arrived, Sallie has always made sure to make time for this gentle giant. Sallie: Sorry about that. Shitty things kinda happened. Billy: Guessed that with the yelling. Wanna talk about it?

Sallie sighs before speaking. Sallie: I got stood up again. Babe that I was gonna have dinner with, ran off the moment her friends showed up and said they were going shopping. Bunch of assholes probably set it up for a cheap laugh. Billie: Surprised you didn't retaliate afterwards. Sallie: Uh. Right. Flashbacks to said assholes being arrested for shoplifting.

Sallie: Anyway. I'm mostly mad cause I got reservations to Wacky Wally's Fancy Punchy restaurant. The perfect balance of boxing and fine dining. If I show up alone, it'll just look pathetic. Billy thinks for a sec. Billy: What time is that reservation? Sallie: In 1 hour. Why? Billy: Well. Why don't I go with ya? I may not have the curves, but I'll promise I'll be better company than that snooty tart. Sallie thinks for a bit. Sallie: Ya knows what? You're right! LET'S DO THIS THANG! AND IT'LL BE ON THAT TART'S CREDIT CARD! Billy: Hell yeah! Wait. What? Sallie flashes the credit card she "borrowed". The two do a brief trip for a suit before going to Fancy Punchy.

The two arrive at Fancy Punchy with minutes to spare. Billy: You sure I look good in this suit? Feels kinda tight. Sallie: It's fine! Briefly checks Billy's ass. Really fine. Let's go! The two make their way to the front. Waiter: Welcome to Wacky Wally's Fancy Punchy! The only restaurant that blends fine dining with face punching boxing. Table for two? Right this way. Both are led to a table situated close enough to get a good view of the ring but not too close that any teeth that fly out will land in their wine.

Billy: Dang this place sure is spiffy. I'm surprised Wally let us in after you and Mille's sister night. Sallie: Well, I did promise that any "incidents" I might make will be taking care of discreetly. That and I promised free advertising at Millie's job. Wally from a distance: YEHAA FOR FREE ADVERTISING!

Billy: . . . Ignoring that, I'm glad ya agreed to this Sallie. As much as I like helping with the ranch, I did want to get out for a bit. Sallie: No problem sugar! I'm just glad to relax for a bit after all those chores and such. Billy: I'm glad ya think that. I still thank Lucifer for giving me a fresh start with ya'll. Sallie: Oh sugar! Any more of that and you'll have me gushing. Let's order something and enjoy the show! Billy: Agreed!

After enjoying steak and wine, as well as Billy's impromptu boxing match with the champ after the challenger chickened out (Billy won BTW), the two returned home. Both having a nice glow about them.

Sallie: Slap me and call me a city girl, I had so much fun! Billy: Same! Though I'm glad we got out when we did. That one waiter was getting a bit handsy after handing me the champion belt. Sallie: Can't exactly blame them. Damn near the entire joint was ready to pounce on ya after your shirt came off while punching that champ. All that sweat glistening off that chest of yours. Sallie looks at the barn and thinks for a bit. In fact. Come with me. Sallie takes Billy's hand and leads him inside the barn before closing the doors.

Sallie pushes Billy onto the stack of hay. Billy happy yet confused where this is going: Uh Sallie? What you planning to do with me? Sallie: A onetime thing (maybe). So, you better count your curses cause I'm taking you for a ride. Sallie proceeds to take her dress and underwear off. All the while showing off her breasts, ass, and dick. Billy nearly bursting from his pants proceeds to strip as well. Revealing his massive member as well. Sallie thought to herself, jackpot.

Sallie while getting into a 69 position: You better make sure my donut is ready to take your rod here. Never want to be dry before riding. Billy: Yes ma 'me! Billy proceeds to push his tongue inside Sallie's donut. Nearly making her want to cum before she takes his rod into her mouth. Both savoring every moment of it before Sallie stopping to get up and positioning herself. Sallie: Get ready for the ride of your life. Billy nods in response.

Sallie slides Billy's rod in with ease. Thinking that his dick was made for her ass before sliding up and down. Ecstasy going through both of them with every slam on Billy's pelvis. Both of them nearly cumming every time. He holds her ass while she, his chest. It gets to the point where he's bucking up in rhythm with her slams. Til finally after a while, both cum at the same time. Him inside her donut and her on his chest.

Billy while panting: Phew! Wow. Was not expecting that. But while I enjoyed it, I gotta ask. Why? Usually, you wouldn't go for the guy folk. Sallie while panting: Think of it as payback for all the good you've done for us. And besides, you're on my "one person I'd be ok with fucking maybe once" list. Though, I might end up changing that title. Ready for round 2? Billy standing at attention: Ready to rumble!

Both of them go at it from night to dawn. Even having Billy be the receiver instead of the giver now and again. Til both fell asleep in each other's arms. Pure bliss over both of them. Until Lin slams the door open. Lin: All right you two! Get your asses cleaned and dressed. We got work that needs done. And next time ya want to rut like hogs, give the rest of us a warning before ya do. Needed to get the Sloth ring ear plugs with so much noise ya made.

Both Sallie and Billy proceed to do just that. Yet another day in the Wraith ring comes and goes. Rascal 1: FINALLY, THEY'RE DONE! NOW TO GET SOME SLEEP! Rascal 2: You sure about that? Points to Lin putting a "Send to bacon factory" sticker on Rascal 1. Rascal 1: AH FU-!

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Contact of the foxy kind

Don't remember a lot about that night. Most of it were a blur. Least That's what I told them fancy suited fellas when I was interviewed. But the truth is, I remember everything from that night. Except what I had for dinner then. I think it was a turkey dinner. But nough of that. Let me tell ya what happened.

It was late at night. Had finish my supper and was chilling in my chair. Cracked a cold one while watching some old cartoons. Love them old toons. Anyways. Was about to sip my drink when I heard a noise outside. At first, I thought it was Tyler's hounds yapping again. Swear he needs to let them burn off all that energy before bed.

So, I go to check what was making that noise. Grabbed my flashlight and headed into my corn field. I knew ya ain't supposed to go into them fields at night but had to look. If nothing else, then to make sure no kids were trying to make crop circles. Happened to Ance once and she still sore about it a decade later.

As I went deeper into the field, I hear a strange a beeping sound. When I came unto what was making that noise, I found this strange black orb thing. Had a bunch of glowing circles on it. Part of my brain was saying: Some kid must've left their toy as soon as they heard me coming. While the other part was saying: Have we not watched enough of them sci-fi movies to know to not to mess with this thing?

But as I'm staring at this thing, I can't help but want to touch it. As soon as I picked it up and took a good look at it, it started to glow more rapidly. And before ya could say sweet apple crisps, the orb started to float in the air. Thought that kind of thing only happened only in magic shows but their it was. Next thing I knew, it glowed pink and zapped me! Knocked me out faster than a Thanksgiving dinner.

Woke up on a bizarre bed in an even more bizarre room. It was like something that one famous captain would think of. Kirk, I think was his name? Anyway, as I'm looking around the room, I can't help but have a strange sense of calm come over me. And arousal. Doesn't help that I had a dry spell longer than Mrs. Tilly. Lady hasn't had any since the 80s. Before I could figure anything out, she came in.

Doors opened up, revealing something I'd probably only see in comics. A tall woman with indigo eyes, emerald skin, jade fur with purple streaks, the fluffiest tail I'd ever seen, and a figure that demanded respect. In short, my kind of woman. Could tell that she was either military or police folk. Have some roots in both occupations myself. Then she came closer to me.

She was looking me up and down. Trying to get a feel for me as far as I could tell. Before I could get up and say anything, she put her hands on my shoulders. Slowly she was feeling me up. Like she was trying to get a feel for new equipment. Her looks rang from confused to pleased. Wasn't till she came to my rooster that she had set up her mind.

With a quick motion she pressed a button on her suit, and it started to disappear. Revealing plump breasts. Around C to D. Hips/ass that make anyone get on their knees and pray. Slender legs with enough muscle tone that let you know she works out. And a flower that while alien, gave off the sweetest smell. Like peaches mixed with strawberries n cream.

No lie. I was ready to give up everything at that moment to be with her. Luckily, I didn't have to as she placed her hands on my face and started locking lips with me. Her technique was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Ya know those vids where a lady is able to tie a cherry stem in a knot? Paled in comparison to her.

As I was losing my mind, she had taken all my clothes off before I realized what had happened. Felt vulnerable for a bit before she sat in my lap. Locking her legs with mine as she pushed down on the bed. She lifted hips enough to just get enough to position her flower over my rooster. Slowly she put it in her, sending shivers down my spine.

Ecstasy filling up my body as she went up and down. Placing her hands on her breasts as I placed mine on her ass. We didn't say anything, but I don't think we had to. Our bodies spoke for us in a language most universal. And we both understood it perfectly.

As she upped the tempo, she placed her arms around my neck while once again locking lips. Her ass bouncing off me with such pace I swear they were clapping. Making me want her more and more. And she in turn wanting me more as well.

As her breasts pressed against my chest, I knew we were both close to finishing. So, I decided to give her something memorable. With my feet planted on the ground, I lifted her up as I stood up. Both of us still connected. Her shock turning into pleasant surprise in an instant.

She pressed her tail against my back, wanting me to finish inside. And I ain't one to turn a lady down. I upped my pace before finally with one final push, poured my cream deep inside her. Feeling her massaging me to get every last bit out of me. It was unlike any feeling I had before.

As we laid back on that bed, embracing each other. I couldn't help but feel somewhat remorseful. Not at what we did but that it might be the last time we would do it. Was till she grabbed that same orb that started all this. She pressed to the side of it and a duplicate was made. Gave me that duplicate before whispering in my ear, call me.

Can't help but think back at that night from time to time. Doesn't last long though. Cause as soon as think back to it, she gives me a call.

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GD testing

Date: March 25 at around 10pm. Location: Asmodeus testing facility #69 in the Lust ring.

Lights turn on in two rooms. One a stereotypical office/science room. The other more like something you see in a love hotel with a one-way glass connecting them. Two figures enter the former. One a short stack imp and the other a goat demon with indigo hues. The short stack presses the com button. Imp in a mature sensual voice: Send in the tester for the product. Turns off com.

Goat demon: Glade our two departments can work on this Debbie. I'm so excited! Debbie: I know Alex, but please be a bit professional. Despite what our occupations may be. Alex: I know. I know. Still, you can't deny that this product hasn't intrigued you a little. Debbie: I suppose so. Debbie chuckles as the tester enters the love hotel room. A pink/light blueish cat looking demon zooms in taking in the atmosphere of the room.

Alex on the com: Please state your name, species, age, and pronouns for us tester. Tester: Hi! I'm Emberlynn Pinkle! I'm a sinner in my 20s and my pronouns are she/her. I'm so excited for whatever DEPRAVITY you have in store for me. Debbie on the com: Yes. Well, while the product you'll be testing would fall under that, it will also be used as a medical device as well. Now if you would undress, we will send in the product. Pinkle already nude: You got it!

Alex: Not exactly shy, is she? Debbie: Apparently not. Send in the product. Alex presses a button activating a tray that's lowered in the other room. The tray has a smartphone and a jar with a strange purple gel inside. Pinkle: Oh! Is this some kind of lubricant? I can see how that'll be fun, but what's up with the phone? Debbie on com: Scoop about a palm-sized amount of the gel and place it on your groin region. Then open up the phone and use the app that's already installed. No passcode necessary for the phone.

Pinkle while puzzled does what Debbie says. The gel has a cooling feeling when placed on her groin. Pinkle was tempted to mess with it but resisted. She then opened up the phone and saw one app available labeled GD. The app opens up to camera mode when she touched it. Alex: Now with the app's camera mode active, direct it to the gel on your groin. Press yes when it asks to activate GD. Pinkle shrugs and does what she's told. The gel starts to glow and morphs into a dick and balls. Connecting to both Pinkle's clit and womb seamlessly and painlessly. Pinkle: By the great hentai gods! Am I a futa now?!

Debbie on com: In a sense. This product is designed for those who want to get pregnant, but do not have the "equipment" to do so. Alex chimes in: And for those who just want to fulfill their fantasies! Debbie getting control back: Ahem. Yes. That as well. The app on the phone also has a customization feature to allow the user more options. Be it size, shape, color, or even the number of, well, dicks they want. Allowing more freedom than ever thought possible. Alex whispering in Debbie's ear: We can test that more extensively later. Debbie while blushing: Ahem. Yes. Later. Back on com: Now. Go ahead and do what feels natural. And don't feel shy to describe the sensations. Everything in the room is being recorded so, the more apt the better.

Pinkle: You got it! I've always dreamed of something like this. Well, without having to lock my door when I do. Pinkle walks over to one of the chairs in the room and proceeds to sit & relax in it. With one hand she starts feeling the GD. Unfamiliar sensations shoot through her system. It surprises her but she quickly grows accustomed to it.

Pinkle while heavy breathing: Oh my! It starts off a bit cold but warms up quickly. Mmm. Feels good. Ah. Almost feels really natural. Ah! Like I've had it FOREVER. Mmm! She rubs her GD up and down slowly. She puts the phone down on the side-table and starts feeling the balls too. Pinkle: AH! Even the gel balls feel good! Like I good bust a nut just fondling them. Oh! Both feel so good. Pinkle works both parts for a while. A white liquid starting to form in the gel balls while Pinkle gets more and more excited. Pinkle: I'm getting close. AH! Like I'm gonna. Gonna! CUM! With increased speed, Pinkle rubs the GD until the white liquid spurts out of it. Pinkle pants heavily while a notification saying, recharging, goes off on the phone. Pinkle: That. Was new. And fun!

Debbie: Damn that was hot. Might need to see if the lab folks could come up with a flavor feature for that stuff. Alex: Wouldn't mind a cherry flavor myself. Debbie: I prefer peach personally. Pinkle while panting: Will that be all? Please tell me that isn't all. Alex on the com: Luckily for you that isn't all. For this next part we have another tester come in to help out with the "breeding" feature. Don't worry. She has stated that she's ok with this. Or in her words, "I'm ready to put that baby batter in me and become a MILF! Is that the word kids use these days? MILF? Back in my day it was Sheba."

Debbie presses another button signaling the other tester to come in. Enters a woman around Pinkle's height, but more human like and in a 1920s era outfit. The Sheba about to burst into song before stopping and looking at the aftermath. The Sheba: Well. Hope you have a round 2 in ya doll face. Cause Mimzy here is ready for some action! Pinkle blinks, smiles and has her GD become rock hard again. Mimzy: I'll take that as a yes! But first. As if in a cartoon, she strips off all her clothes in one quick motion. Debbie: And I thought the other one was quick. At least we won't have to worry about shyness around here. Alex: I need to learn that trick later. Think they be up for a Q&A? Debbie: Testing now. Q&A later. Alex: Got it. Ahem. On the com. Whenever you two are ready. Proceed to, well, fuck like Hell rabbits.

Pinkle: Are those a thing? I'm relatively new around here and I don't know if those are a thing. Mimzy: Oh, they are. And they make the ones back on Earth look tame in comparison. I'll show ya later. But first! Without a lick of hesitation, Mimzy proceeds to lick Pinkle's GD up and down. Pinkle panting while humping the air. Urge to breed being the only thing on her mind. Her GD is worked on for a while till Mimzy gets up and sits in her lap. Mimzy: Ready to make me a MILF doll? Pinkle: You know it, Sheba! Mimzy gets up enough to position the GD against her pussy. And in a quick motion, slams it in. Both moaning in pleasure. Pinkle grabs Mimzy's ass and starts moving her up and down on her GD. Mimz's tits bouncing about with every slam on the GD. Pinkle: MMM! This feels so good! I've always wanted to breed! In EVERY way possible. Oh! Mimzy: That's the spirit! Whenever you're ready doll face! AH! Put that baby butter in me! Knock me up! Fulfill that breeding fantasy! Pinkle increases her momentum. Kissing Mimzy while pounding her pussy. With thought of knocking her up, Pinkle's egg goes from her womb to the white liquid in the gel balls. Pinkle: AH! I'm gonna cum! AGAIN! Mimzy: Do it baby doll! Cum inside me! With that command, Pinkle cums deep inside Mimzy. The liquid with egg spurting deep into Mimzy's womb, causing her to cum too.

Both rest in each other's arms as they bask in the glow. Debbie without realizing she turned on the com: Holy shit! I have got to get that stuff. I have so many ideas for that! Alex: Um. Debbie? Com. Debbie on the com: I know they did, that's the-! Oh. Ahem. Any way. After you two have rested, you may deactivate the product and clean up in the showers connecting to your room. Both raising a thumbs up acknowledging what Debbie said. Alex: I'll let the higher ups know how "professional" you remained during the test. Debbie: . . . Please do. Alex chuckles as they both finish up taking notes and ending the test session.

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Knowledge is Mooving

A young man, skinny as a twig, enters a strangely large library. The levels of this library seem to reach the sky, yet he can still see the library's ceiling. Rather peculiar he thought. But not as much as the librarian he'll meet.

While combing through the shelves, he comes across one section that seems to get his attention. Mostly due to the almost Greek like patterns that adorn both the shelf and the books themselves. Even the busts that divide the section had a rather artistic flare to them. Though the proportions were rather "bountiful" as he took note. With this in mind, he sat down and started perusing the books of this section.

As day turn to night, the lanterns within the library light up on their own. As if were magic that ignited the flames. The boy took notice of this when one of them glared in his eyes. Realizing how much time had passed, the young man headed for the exit. After putting the books away of course. But as he drew closer to the exit, his head began to feel strange. As if an illusion was being cast on him. And would seem it true.

Every time he drew closer, the shelves and signs would shift. Blocking his path even if he ran at full speed. After an hour of this, he thought he could use the librarian's help. If there even was one. Not long after thinking this as if the library reading his mind, the shelves and signs cleared a path for him.

He followed the path to what seemed to be the librarian's front desk. All be it with a large volume of books that seem to cover it. Except for one spot that had a bell and a small sign reading "For service, ring bell". Rather strange, but he didn't have much of a choice. So, rang the bell he did. The book stakes to rumble.

From the stakes, rose a 7ft tall cow-like woman. Her bosom almost knocking him off his feet as she giant of a woman stood up and stretched. The man couldn't help but take note of her features. Golden-brown fur that covered from head to toe. Her hoofs, fingernails, and even her cute small horns black ebony. Her long brunette hair almost covering her sky-blue eyes. And of course, her thiccness complimenting her H-sized breasts and peach shaped behind. All of this causing him to blush a reddish hue.

As the woman rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she looked down at the young man. In a mature voice she asked, can I help you? Shaking off the shock of seeing this beauty, the young man told her he needed help getting to the exit. Perplexed, she then asked why he needed her help when the exit wasn't far. After some explanation, it all made sense to her.

She explained that the library has a mind of its own at times and would do what it did under two circumstances. Either to defend itself from intruders or to help the librarian. Though its definition of help can vary from time to time. If the not the former, then what of the later he asked. In a somber tone, she replied that the library sensed she was lonely. And this was the library's way of curing that.

Puzzled, he asked how she could be lonely. With an alluring body like hers, there should be flocks of admirers coming to her side. This made the librarian blush a little before she explained why. Due to one of her ancestors having a rather "aggressive" personality in his early days, it caused a stigma that clung onto her family ever since. Even as time passed and this stigma slowly fading away, it still clung in one form or another. Her face became saddened after explaining this.

Unconsciously, the man placed his hand on her cheek as to try to comfort her. As soon as he realized this, he tried to take his hand off before she stopped him. Her troubles seemed to melt at his touch. She thanked him for this for it had been long time since received such affection. While blushing a little, he asked if there was anything else he could do for her. Thinking on this, a lightbulb lit up inside her head. And with a mischievous smile, she told him there was.

She guided him to a secluded area where a room unlike the rest of the library was held. After entering the room, he noticed that looked like what a modern apartment might be like. All be it a wee bit taller and wider to accommodate the librarian. The librarian after rummaging through the shelfs, pulled out two wine glasses and a rather old bottle of wine. She had saved the bottle for a special occasion and what better occasion than one with such kind company.

Both of them sat down on her couch and helped themselves to the wine. It was sweet with a hint of spice. Something to invigorate yet sooth the body and mind. And as they enjoyed the wine, they told tales of each other's past and present. The mood seemed to change the young man mentioned that he was single. This was the signal she was hoping for.

After finishing her glass, she slowly got closer to him. Placing her finger on his chest making circles, she asked when the last time was, he was with someone. He told her he hadn't been with anybody in that way due to some circumstances. Curious, she asked what kind circumstances would prevent that has she slowly drew her hand from his chest to his thighs. Besides not being compatible emotionally with potential others, they weren't compatible physically for him.

With a gleam in her eye, she asked if they were too small for him. He shyly nodded yes. This increased her hunger for what lied between his thighs. She asked if she could ascertain if it was true. In a shy tone, he said yes. She unbuckled and slowly pulled down his pants, revealing a massive bulge in his underwear. This excited her even more when finally pulled down his boxers. Revealing his foot long manhood.

Throbbing and pulsing with anticipation, she stared lustfully at this massive dong. With a lick of her lips, she took his entire manhood into her mouth. All the while keeping her hair out of her face as she blew him. Sensations unlike anything he had surged through his body with every thrust in her mouth. Over and over, it felt like she was devouring him, like he was the meal she had waiting for. And just when it felt like it couldn't end, she stopped for a moment before releasing him from her maw. He asked why she stopped. She replied with we're only getting started.

She started taking off her clothes, revealing very lacy underwear. The kind only seen in certain adult shops. Her nipples fully erect and her dripping pussy in full view, she asked what he's waiting for. After taking off the rest of his clothes, he placed his hands on her enormous breasts. Exploring every part of her mounds while sucking on her nipples. Weirdly enough for him, milk started to flow from them. She chuckled at his surprise before replying she is a female minotaur after all. She then guided his head to continue drinking from her breast while stroking his phallus up and down.

After he had his fill, it was her turn to get hers. She laid him down on the couch and pressed her pussy against his dick, grinding against it before plunging it deep inside. It was a perfect fit for them both. Slowly she started going up and down on him. Their breaths almost synchronized as she picked up the pace. Her ass slamming on his pelvis faster and faster. He grabbed and squeezed her breasts, let more milk pour out as she kept pounding his dick.

For a moment he thought her more a succubus than a minotaur with how ravenous she seemed. He didn't mind at all though. As the pleasure and ecstasy, they both felt was unlike anything else. And as if anticipating exactly what he wanted, she said it was ok to let go at any time.

Without any hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her as much as he could and plunged deep inside while releasing all of his seed. She moaned in pure ecstasy as she cummed with her lover. Every pulse releasing more and more seed inside her until he was completely spent. Both basking in their glow before going to sleep in each other's arms.

As the sun rose on the new day, the young man awakes on that same couch, cleaned and clothed. Wondering if it was all a dream before the librarian came into the room and kissing him good morning. After eating breakfast, she invited him to come her library anytime he wanted. He replied with a yes without any doubt. After all, knowledge is very moving.

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Date gone wrong(?)

It is late at night. A young man approaches the local diner. Nervous as Cringer from He-Man if not more so as he enters the restaurant for his date. A girl of brilliant red hair and emerald eyes waves at him from a corner table. The young man dashes to the table as "Maneater" starts to play on the local radio.

"I'm so glad you said yes to this date, Amber!", said the young man. "Of course! I'm just sorry it took you so long to ask me out Billy", Amber said slyly. "Can you blame me? You're the prettiest girl in the whole county!", Billy said as seriously as he could. "Oh, stop it, Billy! You're making me blush.", Amber said while holding his hand. The waiter comes to their table. "What'll you two love birds be having today?", the waiter said teasingly.

"I'll have the chicken sandwich with some fries and a coke.", Billy said for his usual order. "I'll have the carnivore special with the same drink.", Amber said shocking Billy a little. "Got it! I'll get the order to the cook for ya right there.", the waiter said as she heads to the kitchen. "You have quite the appetite don't ya Amber?" asked Billy. "Well, I do burn a lot of calories as the head cheerleader of our college. Plus, I just can't say no to meat! Especially the cute ones", Amber said as she made air circles at Billy. Billy blushes redder than a tomato and strawberry combined.

The two chat and eat as the night goes on. The spark between them was seen by everyone there. If asked if they were meant to be, all would agree. Though the events after would lead one to question many things.

As the two leave the diner and made their way to home, Amber asks Billy if they could take a shortcut through the woods. He would usually say no, but with the moon lighting sky and courage coursing through him, he said yes. And so, the two took the shortcut. In the middle of the journey, Amber stops Billy to talk.

"What's the matter Amber? You, ok?", Billy asked. "Everything is wonderful! I just need to talk to a bit before we go further", Amber told him. Billy sat down on a random falling tree. "OK! What you want to talk about?" Billy asked with enthusiasm. "Well. My family and I are unusual. You could probably caught that by now.", Amber said in a shy tone. "I definitely did when I met your dad. He's STILL the biggest guy I've ever seen! Almost big as Aundre the giant! But hairier.", Billy exclaimed. Amber burst out laughing. "That is true! But there is a reason for that. It's kind of a family secret. One I think I can trust you with.", Amber said catching Billy's attention.

"Of course you can! I'm good with a lot of secrets! Except my ma's cherry pie recipe. Mostly because she hasn't told me yet. One day though!", Billy said with pride. Amber chuckles a little before resuming. "Good to hear. But instead of telling you, I think I'll show you.", Amber said while placing her hand on his chest. Billy blushed again before trying to talk. "What's this secret then Amber?", Billy asked.

"I'll show you, but first, close your eyes and when I tell you, open them.", Amber said. Billy did as she said and closed his eyes. In moments, he could hear Amber slowly take off her clothes. Until finally she told him to open his eyes. Billy did, but Amber was nowhere to be seen. Rustling began to be heard through the bushes. Growls started to be heard. He got up from the fallen tree. Billy was scared out of his wits as he called for Amber. "Amber? You still there?", Billy asked in a low tone.

"Yes. I am Billy.", Amber's voice replied like an echo. Billy slowly walked backwards before being his back was against a tree. What seemed to be giant red wolf jumped out the bushes and pinned itself against Billy. Before he could scream, the wolf covered Billy's mouth with its hand. He was more scared than when he watched Friday the 13th for the first time. Before he could try to get away, the wolf leaned against his ear and spoke. "This is my secret, Billy.", she said before uncovering Billy's mouth and started kissing him.

A million thoughts went through his mind. But when Billy saw her eyes, everything clicked. This was Amber and she was a werewolf. But unlike the one that was in that movie taking place in London, she was more curvy, well-toned, and a lot prettier. Before he could ask anything, Amber slowly unbuckles and lower Billy's pants. Amber placed her snout against Billy's region inhaling deeply. "I've been dreaming about this for a long time.", she said before sliding his boxers off and revealing his "meat". Amber slowly rubbed Billy's "meat" up and down, while slowly licking it.

The sensations going through Billy were unlike any other. As time went on, Billy slowly started humping the air. His primal thoughts racing through his mind. Wanting more and more. As if reading his mind, Amber got up, took off the rest of Billy's clothes, and pressed her "muff" against Billy's member. His pre-cum rolling down and mixing with her juices. "Tell me what you want Billy.", said Amber. "I want you, Amber. Always.", Billy said with sincerity. "Good answer.", Amber exclaimed as she guided his hands.

Billy held Amber's left leg high with one hand, while caressing Amber's bosom with the other. Amber guided Billy's member to her muff before slowly putting it in her. Amber and Billy exhaled from relief as they were finally one. And without hesitation, Billy starts pounding Amber's muff.

In and out repeatedly Billy went at it while Amber gripped against the tree. Digging her claws in as to get a good grip. Inhaling and exhaling rapidly like the two were animals in heat. "Oh Billy! I've always wanted to do this! Mmm! You have no idea!", Amber moaned at Billy. "I've also dreamed of this! AH! Even if the circumstances are unusual.", Billy said ecstasy went through him. They continued what felt like an eternity.

Until with some signaling grunts, Billy told Amber, "I'm almost their Amber! AH! I can't last longer!", he pleaded. "It's ok! I'm almost there too! Mmm! Do it! Finish inside!", Amber demanded. "But if I do that! If I do that!", Bill exclaimed before Amber placed her hand on his cheek. "It's ok. Mmm! If it's you, it's fine. I want this. Mmm! I NEED this!", Amber pleaded. Without hesitation, Billy plunged deep and released his load while Amber released as well.

Both inhaled and exhaled from relief. No words were had as they looked into each other's eyes. "Not bad for a first date huh?", Billy asked. Amber chuckled. "Not bad at all.", Amber replied. "But you know, I didn't set a timeline for our date.", she said puzzling Billy. "What you mean?", he asked. Amber got off before presenting swaying her ass at him. "We have a lot of calories to burn. Don't we?", Amber asked in a sly manner. Billy stiffed and with much enthusiasm said, "Yes mam!". The two went at it till the sun rose and both got home.

Nine months passed and much has changed. The two are now a married couple. With three beautiful children now in the world. With Amber hoping for three more to come. Billy more than happily obliged.

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Malgus Twilight Bio

Name: Malgus Twilight

Gender: Male

Age: Mid 20's

Race: Human

Occupation: Witch/Alchemist

Residence: Earth/Sloth ring. Occasionally I.M.P. headquarters.

Bio: A figure sips their cup of homebrew tea while writing in their journal. Family isn't just the one you're born in. It's also the ones you choose. This is a lesson that took a bit for me to learn. I should probably explain.

I come from two worlds. Mortal and supernatural. You see. My mother, Elisia Twilight, was a witch of the Ebony Feather coven. This coven traced its roots to the earliest days of witchcraft. And unlike other covens, has tried to keep in contact with the rest of the world. It was cause of this that my mother met my father. My father, a young politician, was at first a kind man. Who genuinely believed in trying to help others. This changed over time.

As time moved on, these ideals of his changed. And not for the better. It was cause of this that my parents separated. And unfortunately, my father got custody of me. I've tried to keep in contact with my mother and the coven, but it proved hard as my father kept me from contacting them in every way possible. Part of me felt it was because of his underlying hatred for magic and the supernatural. I would be proven right later.

Later on, my father remarried. My new stepmother and stepsisters were very kind to me. My stepmother Claris EmberBright would always encourage me and my stepsisters. Including trying to get in contact with my mother and teaching my stepsisters, Mary and Alex, witchcraft. Claris felt that I shouldn't be kept from roots. Even went out of her way to create various email and text accounts so I could keep in touch without letting my father know. All was fine until one night.

My father came back one night after drinking a lot. Full of anger and hatred after learning that the rest of us were keeping secrets. He tried to take out his anger on Claris, but through a series of events, including an empty bottle of liquor on the steps, he fell and snapped his neck. Ending his life in a bit of an ironic way. All the times he said that witchcraft would be the end of humanity, it was a normal bottle that ended his. And for a time, we finally had peace. Well. Until they showed up.

It was months later after my father's death. My mother moved in with my stepfamily. Both she and Claris like sisters to each other and my stepsisters were like daughters to her. Even the coven accepted us in with open arms. Was even given my own grimoire to write down all my spells, potions, and so on. It was during one of my writing sessions that I.M.P. showed up.

I was writing down my latest potion recipe when a portal opened up. Blitz, the one with the big horns, exited the portal first. After making a reference to the Blair Witch movies, the others came out too. Moxxie was trying to keep Blitz under control while his wife Millie was admiring my garden. The hellhound Loona was trying to text but kept scratching herself. I suspected she was suffering from some form of fleas. All four stopped to notice me after I coughed and asked what they wanted. Turns out it was my life they after.

What would've been a long fight ended up as an impromptu medical appointment after I asked what was wrong with their hellhound. Apparently, Loona had accidentally some fleas from one of her friends and had been suffering for the past few days. After I offered to help in an exchange for a temporary truce, they were happy to accept my help. Weirdly enough, the potion recipe I was writing down was to help with getting rid of parasites of all kinds. Fate seems to work in strange ways I thought.

While making my potion, I asked why they were after my life. They were hired by a strange individual that as they gave a description of, was becoming unnervingly familiar. After giving the name of him, my suspicions were proven correct. It was indeed my father who hired them. Seemed his hatred extended beyond the grave.

After I told them who the individual was, the pieces started to put together for them. They were suspicious of him from the start and even questioned the payment he gave them. I casted a small spell that revealed the money that was given to be fake. Blitz, understandably, facepalmed.

I finished my potion and gave it to Loona who applied with vigor. The fleas gave off small screams and died off as they jumped from Loona's fur. Relief was written all over Loona's face. Blitz thanked me and offered to get back at their "client". I wholeheartedly agreed.

I came to their office and helped them deal with my ex-father. Casted a spell letting every enemy of his know his every location. Nothing like a target painted on your back to make you rethink your life. Even got the actual money he was gonna offer them as reparations for the trouble he put them through. Blitz and the others were very happy for this. So was I to finally close that chapter of my life.

Decided to explore Hell while I was there before heading back. Was even able to find my coven's ancestral founder, a demon bird named Grandmother Twilight. Even after being hundreds of years old, she was still spry as ever. And was more than happy to see her coven alive and well. Taught me new spells, potion recipes, and gave my family a home in the Sloth ring. A friend of hers lives there and was our new neighbor. Don't see her much, mostly because she sleeps a lot, but I do enjoy my chats with her.

It's strange, though. I both thank and curse my father at times. Curse, because of the pain he's caused. But thank for without him, I wouldn't have found my family that I did. It is very mixed I must admit. However, if he tries to hurt any of them. He shall taste my claws and spells with no mercy.

Que nuestras alas brillen en el cielo crepuscular. May our wings shine in the twilight sky.

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Night Prowler

Time: Early 1900s.

Name: Harry Alford

Occupation: Anthromorphic researcher

Day 1. I have finally arrived at the legendary Selva Cachonda! A jungle rumored to be home to a creature known as the Merodeadora Nocturna or the Night Prowler as it's translated to. An unusual creature said to be an animal with a humanoid form. I have made it my life's work to find such creatures. My collogues called me mad. Crazy! And if I might be so bold, a loon. But I'll show them all! When I come back with proof, we'll see who the real loon is!

Day 7. It has been one week since I have arrived and already, I've found evidence of the Night Prowler existence! Not only that, but I may have discovered that there is more than one! A whole race of them in fact! According to my findings, the Night Prowler/s have been around as long as humans have. This according to the ruins, historical texts, and even feline like features the locals exhibited. Including unusually sharp teeth/nails, ears similar in shape with the common feline, feline-like eyes, and even their heightened senses! They've also displayed feline behavior. Including wanting to be unusually close. Well. When in Rome as they say!

Day 21. As I continue my research, I get ever closer to finding the existence of the Night Prowler. However, as I continue, I can't help but get the feeling that I'm being watched. At night, I feel a presence as I sleep. In the morning, I find belongings moved ever so slightly. While I attributed this to the locals' feline tendencies, they were giving strict instructions not to disturb me while I slumber. Something they took to heart quite well. And yet, I still feel the presence at night.

Day 36. It has been two weeks since I started feeling that presence and it's only gotten stronger. My belongings aren't just being moved around, they've been looked through. As if someone is searching for something. Not only that, but whenever I go through the jungle, rustling through the leaves intensifies. As if I'm being circled by a predator. When I told the local chief about this, they only laughed and said it was all about being chosen. For what, I don't know. I fear that I might find out soon, though.

Day 38. It happened. It finally happened. I found the Night Prowler. Or more like she found me. Last night as I slumbered, she came into my room. Didn't make a sound. Or at least none I could hear. She made her way on top of my bed. Pinging me down with her weight on top of mine. As she purred, I came to my senses. What I saw was unlike anything I've ever seen. Her fur as black as midnight. Eyes as orange as the harvest moon. Muscles toned yet firm. Her face unmistakenly animal somewhat panther like with some human features. Her bosoms proudly presented as round as pomelos. Her hands while mostly human with shockingly soft pads and claws sharpened through countless seasons. Before I could speak, she caressed my face and spook. "Curious aren't you", she spooked in a soft yet sensual tone. "I've been watching you human. As you no doubt been aware.", her hand playfully stroking through my hair. "Most outsiders would've laughed off my race and I as superstition. But not you. You've been stubbornly chasing after our legacy. Going through every scrap you could get your hands on. Somewhat admirable I must admit. I am curious though.", her other hand pretending to make circles on my chest.

"What is it that propels you to seek us like a dog chasing a certain scent? Is it fame? Riches? Pride? Or maybe something else. Something more primal.", her bosoms now laying on top of my chest.

"Normally, if one such as you got too close, you'd become one with the jungle by my more beastly cousins on command.", fear gripped me as she said that. "However, I have a proposition for you. One that'll benefit you, my race, and more importantly, me.", hope came to me but so did something else. "Every now and again, my people need to mingle so to speak with humans. Insuring we don't die out while also adding variety. Afterall, variety is the spice of life as they say.", her buttocks starting to sway from side to side.

"So, here is what I propose. Either I leave you to be food for the jungle or . . .", her leather bra starting to fall off as they're loosened. "You and I do what comes natural. And B. R. E. E. D.", this last sentence shaking away what little inhibition I had left. "What do you say? My possible mate?", her bosoms now in full view in the moon light. Without hesitation, I nodded yes. She chuckled and said, "Good choice".

Without even a second thought, she started to kiss me. Caressing my hair as she took the sheets and whatever clothing we had off. Her tongue going into my mouth and vice versa. While a little rough was not unpleasant. Far from it. It was one of the most pleasurable things I've ever experienced.

Our bodies heaving and dry humping each other. Sweat slowly pouring from one another as we drowned in each other's scents. My shaft rubbing against her flower. Aching for more contact. Ecstasy keeping any rational thought at bay. As if reading my mind, she separated herself from me and got on all fours on the bed. Tempting me as she swayed her plump posterior. "What are you waiting for? Claim my flower for your own.", her hand slapping her ass.

I got up and got into position. My rod poking at the entrance. "Enough teasing. Shove that vine of yours into me!", her tone now in an almost begging tone. Despite her command to be quick, I slowly entered her flower. Sensations pulsing into me with every inch that goes in. My rod now enveloped by her flower, waiting till I could readjust myself.

Without being told, I slowly went in and out of her. Holding onto her ass like they were handles as I started my rhythm. Matching her breath with mine. The once proud predator now moaning like meek prey. Every reason I had for this journey melted away. Only wanting to breed this beautiful woman was my reason. To make her mine and mine alone tore away all thought.

All sense of time was lost as we both cried for release. Aching for a pleasure that would soon come. As we both got closer, I changed positions into a mating press form. Holding one another as I came down on her flower. Kissing deeply as with every pound of my pelvis. Until, with her legs locking me from pulling out, released deep inside. Her howl of pleasure echoing in the night as I poured every last drop inside.

Satisfaction now writing all over our faces as we laid there. Not a word spoken between us. A sweet bliss enveloping us as we rested in each other's arms. "Rest now my mate. We will have many chances to come.", She whispered in my ear. "By the way, my name is Zira", her name echoing as I let sleep take me.

Day 334. It has been almost a year since I met Zira. My life has changed so much. I am now a chieftain of the Night Prowlers, mate to the most wonderful woman, and father to two beautiful children. I've thought about going back to my old life. Only a few times though. I will return someday. Mostly to settle old affairs. Maybe when the little ones are older. Until then, I'll enjoy my life in Selva Cachonda. And maybe, if the circumstances are right, introduce the Night Prowlers to the world. Who knows? Maybe if they exist, others like them do too.

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Billy Hatchet OC

Name: Billy Hatchet

Gender: Male

Age: Late 20's

Current race: Sinner/Bull demon hybrid

Residence: Pre-Earth death, middle of nowhere, Missouri. Post-death, Rough N' Tumbleweed Ranch, Wrath ring

Bio: It's strange. You'd think being sent to Hell after you die would be a bad thing. For me though, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Surrounded by folk who care. Work that I can take pride in. A peace I had never known when I was alive on Earth.

Back on Earth, I did terrible things. Killed too many good folks. All cause my parents told me it was a part of god's plan. And if I didn't, they'd hurt me. As a sign of "repenting". Bull, I say. Was just a way for them to be sadistic to me if I didn't comply. Well, guess all that killing came back to haunt us.

Was told later, that one of the folks I offed wasn't as good as we thought. Hired some group called I.M.P. to put us down. I don't blame them. Knew some kind of fate was coming. Even when it was my turn, I wasn't mad. Was happy really. The guilt. It was too much.

Pops were first. Sniped in the head. Right in the temple. Next was ma. She tried to cut them up but was shredded to pieces. Saw all this from the barn at the time. Was scared at first, but after thinking about it, made sense to me. Be it God, the devil, or someone else entirely, they would end us.

I walked out of the barn. Sat down on the ground and waited. Couple of them fellas argued about putting me down or not. The third, Millie, came up to me. Asked why I wasn't resisting. I told her everything. She didn't judge me. Instead, she understood. She told me about her fam. They seemed nice. So, before she finished me, I asked her one thing. If I end up down there, which I would most certainly be, could I work at her fam's ranch?

Told me yes, and with one shot in the chest, everything went black. After woke up in Imp City, I made my way to the Wraith ring. Wasn't easy getting there, but I made it. After I got to the ranch and told the owners what happened and who sent me, they welcomed me with open arms.

It's been a while since then. Been accepted by everyone. Got work that I can do with pride. I write to I.M.P. to let them know how I'm doing. Even Millie comes by on occasion to check up on me. My old folks tried to come around and get me, but my new fam convinced them otherwise. Now, I can live out my days in peace. Well, as much as one can get in the Wraith ring.

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Guthag GoldFangs OC

Species: Ork

Gender: Female (?)

Age: Doesn't know

Faction: Golden Kilts

Location: planet Amazonia 63-XX

Bio: I'm saying this for the record. Everything I'm doing is of my own free will. As a member of the Imperium's Xenology department, I have to record everything about this strange take in the Ork's physiology. The Inquisition itself has granted me FULL control of the situation. Despite their hesitance in doing so.

My research began approximately half a year ago according to this planet's time scale. Reports of an "odd" company of Orks that were strangely friendly to the Imperium's citizens started popping up. Some fighting was had, but that is to be expected from Orks. What wasn't expected was that the Orks in question were female. Or at least have female qualities.

Their boss, Guthag GoldFangs, was in charge of the company. And after some negotiation, i.e. offer of high quality amasec, she told how they came to be. Or at least as much as I could understand from her. One of the local Rogue Traders had to help me with some translation.

In any case, it started as a rogue Imperium scientist experiment. The experiment was to somehow make Orks less aggressive to the Imperium as a whole. And if possible, make them allies against the growing threat of the forces of Chaos and tyrranids. The solution while strange, seems to have worked. For the most part anyway. Turning the Orks into females.

The Orks while having no specific gender to speak of, do have male-like qualities. And as such are rather aggressive to say the least. By altering them to lean towards their opposite, i.e. female side, the Imperium scientist theorized that this would result in them being less likely to "krump some gits" as the Orks would put it. With long lost technology far beyond my comprehension, the experiment was a success. And thus, the Golden Kilts were born.

To avoid any confusion, the Golden Kilts are still very Ork like. They love the same things as their "male" counterparts do. Fighting, eating, drinking, building mechs, and so on. However, if offered something of value such as "dakka", "teef", and "shinnies", they more opened to talks. In a sense, the Golden Kilts are akin to mercenaries. And as such, even have contracts for those who can afford them.

Something to note: the contracts have a "krumping" clause that to put it simply, break the contract and they krump ya. Simple, but straight to the point. Somewhat refreshing in my line of work.

If I were to point to one of the major clans, they are most like, it would be the Bad Moons. Especially with their ability to regenerate "teef" at a higher rate than others. However, they do have their own uniqueness to them.

For starters, they are much faster and agile than most Orks. This is especially true for their fighting style. Able to melee attack with such speed and precision, it would even make the most skilled surgeon blush with envy. Their shots are no less deadly, even hitting at such distances that the Imperium Assassinorum take notes. To the point that they have skilled bowmen able to hit a target miles away. Witnessed firsthand when one of them knocked the drink out of my hand one evening. A sign of flirting as Gulthag put it.

That leads me to another point about the Golden Kilts. Their female physiology has led them to able to produce not only the usual way that Orks reproduce, but also how other species reproduce. The old-fashioned way as my Rogue Trader colleague would put it. This has resulted in hybridization between the Orks and Imperium citizens.

One might categorize the offspring as mutants, but in truth they are more akin to subhumans. Such as ogryns, felinids, and so on. A request to categorize them as "orkin" has been submitted and approved. I for one, welcome these new members into the Holy Emperor's glorious Imperium.

Thus, I end my report for now on the Golden Kilts Orks and will continue to observe them for the Imperium Xenology department. Will continue report after visiting Gulthag's tent for something she calls "snu-snu time". No idea what that is but should make an excellent addition to my research.

End report.

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Gale IronScale OC

Gender: Male

Age: Approximately late teens, but unable to determine due to hybrid physiology

Race: Human/Orc hybrid

Profession: Adventurer

Bio: I have not been in this world long. My earliest memories are simple yet small. I remember light. Warmth. The sight of someone I didn't know but knew. My mother. That was day one of my new life. Within a week, I had the body of a teenager.

I was different from my orc brothers and sisters. I couldn't put my finger to it. Their mannerisms just seemed strange to me. Maybe it was my human side conflicting with my orc side. I was able to grasp concepts like cooking, cleaning, actual clothing that wasn't just a loincloth. And of course, magic.

My mother taught me magic as much she could. It was one of the few joys she had. Being a human among orcs had its challenges. It was why I knew we had to escape. Even if it meant spilling the blood of my possible kin. When all were asleep, that's when we made our move.

Everyone was deep asleep. Adding most of the camp's liquor supply into the food would do that. I grabbed my mother, took a blade from the armory, and slowly made our way out. All was going according to plan until that lout came about. One of the guards who hadn't drank much saw us and raised the alarm. Without thinking, I slit his throat, grabbed mother in my arms and jumped in the river by the camp. It wasn't too deep, but enough for us to get away.

It was dawn by the time we stopped running. Exhausted, sleepless, but free. My mother smiled for real for the first time. It was if an angel was smiling to me. It would be one of the few memories I have that I will always precious.

After we rested, we made our way to the closest road. Hoping to find somebody to help us. We saw some people before they saw us and were heading towards to them when I realized something. I couldn't go with them.

I was a hybrid. Born of a union not of love, but lust. I wouldn't be accepted. Not yet. Not until I earned my mother's name. Not until I could prove that I was worthy of it. And with tears going down my face, I said I'll return when I have proven my worth. Worth to be called a son of an IronScale.

With a heavy heart, I left my mother so she can be safe. While I marched on the path of an adventurer. I don't know if I can say for certain that I've proved my worth. Not yet anyway. I am getting closer though. I just know it.

Until then, may my ancestors watch over me. And let the heavens know, Gale IronScale will continue to move forward. One quest at a time.

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Carl the Conqueror OC

Gender: Male

Age: Late 30's

Professions: Ex-military. Current Conqueror.

Companion: Sky the Raptor.

Location: Under World.

Time: Unknown.

Bio: It is the eve before battle. Probably one of the biggest I've ever been a part of. As I prepare my gear, I can't help but wonder how long I've been down here in this world. Weeks? Months? Years? Time seems to not affect much here, so I can't tell. But despite how much time has passed, I don't regret any of it. Mostly because I've felt more alive here than I ever did back home. Should start from there, I think.

It was around the late 80's when I graduated from High School. Not long afterwards I joined the military. Did my tour of duty. Saw some combat, but not a lot. After I got back, I became more of a survivalist. Not because of any sense of doom or anything. Mostly how good it felt to be independent. Not having to rely on anyone. It wasn't until I found that crown that it all changed.

I was rock climbing one day. Getting a survey of my surroundings when I found this strange cave. Despite my better judgement, I decided to explore it. It wasn't deep but it wasn't shallow either. All seemed normal till I found what seemed to be old ruins. And in the middle, a strange crown. I was compelled to wear it as soon as I saw it. As if I was drawn to it like a magnet. I put it on. And before I knew what happened, I was transported to another world. An underground world.

When I came around, the world I was in was unlike any other. Parts seemed like the stone age while others were out of Science Fiction. Before I could think of anything else, I heard a strange cry. I looked for where it came from and found a situation that one could only find in the comics. A group of what seemed like mole people trying to capture, and I'm not kidding, a baby raptor. With out thinking, I took my old army knife, defended against that group, and ran with the baby raptor.

After getting away and settling down, I checked on the raptor. She was scared at first, but after showing I wasn't a threat to her, she calmed down. While her head rested on my lap, I got to thinking. This new world I was in I was stuck in. And if I'm to live in this world, I must do what a soldier does. Adapt or die. Not just for me. But for this new life I saved. My precious Sky.

Over time, I learned many things about this world. The laws of physics change from are to another. The landscapes are so different that even the seasons themselves have their own domain. Creatures once thought extinct or didn't exist were alive and thriving in this world. Dinosaurs, aliens, mole people, and many others I've lost count. But this won't stop me. I will fight. I will adapt. I will survive!

As I clean my weapons, check my supplies, and ready Sky's harness, my resolve remains unshaken. Someday I might find a way back. Or I may not. It doesn't matter. I will make this world my home. I will fight with my new brothers and sisters of war. And maybe someday, give my final rest. But until then. I will conquer. And I will live. For I am Carl the Conqueror!

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Calbert IronBelly OC

Race: Half elf and half minotaur

Gender: Male

Age: Early 80's

Occupation: Bounty hunter

Familiar: Buttercup

Bio: Another day. Another bounty. Bit of a pain this one but at least the coin is good. Gotta keep my Buttercup happy. Huh. Wonder how long I've been at this. 20? 30 years? When your lifespan is naturally longer than others it's hard to tell at times. Though with my profession it seems shorter than most at times. Guess I should start at the beginning.

Born of an unusual couple. An elf man tougher than a dragon's hide and minotaur woman sweeter than dwarf's brandy. To say the couple was odd would be an understatement. Wouldn't think it if you saw them though. Anyone with half a brain could tell they were match made in heaven. Even after having a half dozen kids there was no doubt, they be together for eternity. They're even retired to this nice place down south by the beaches.

They set up a nice ranch with some good folk they knew. It was fine for me for a while. But for some reason, something felt missing. Wasn't family. Got enough blood-related and otherwise. Money? Naw. Was tough from time to time, but we did well for ourselves. Purpose? Maybe. Something did tell me I was supposed to do something but never knew what it was. Till that day.

I remember that day as if it just happened. The clouds were darker than tar. The critters were scarred out of their mind, but nobody could figure out why. Till they came. Riding on various mounts was the Scarlet Hoof gang. A mix of the meanest S.O.B.s you'll ever meet. Tried to take our ranch before. Offered all kinds of things, but folk would say no every time. This time they weren't taking no for an answer.

Before I knew what was happening, the leader grabbed me and threatened to off me if the ranch wasn't handed over. Could see the fear in everyone's eyes. And as everyone's emotions was shining in my eyes, so was something else. Something glistening in the distance, but I couldn't tell what it was. Next thing I knew, eight shots rang in the air. All but the leader was laid on that sun-bleached grass. The last shot I heard was after their leader dropped me and tried to run away. While crawling away, that's when I saw her.

A dragonkin with scales like copper, muscles stronger than iron, and eyes brighter than any gold you'll ever find. After helping me get back on my hoofs, she whistled for her stead pulling a big Ol wagon. Turns out she be tracking the Scarlet Hoof gang for a while. Was even gonna ambush them by their camp till the leader got impatient. That impatience of his was the last nail in his coffin.

After loading up her bounties, she apologized to everyone for all the trouble that happened. Even gave us some of her prized whiskey as compensation. Didn't give me none cause I was too young to drink, but she did give me something else. First, was her hat. Said I'd frow into it. Can't say she was lying about that. The second was just as important. My calling.

She told me she does what she does to help folk like us. And get a bit of coin, of course. After she left, many things went through my head. Wasn't till after I had the most realistic dream that it all made sense. What was missing in me had many names. Destiny. Purpose. Fate. Whatever you want to call it, I knew it was. And what I had to do.

I trained, practiced, learned, and when I was of age, I set out. Be it for coin, glory, or even a free drink. I knew what I was meant to be. A bounty hunter. And as long as there are those like the Scarlet Hoof gang out there, I'll bring them in. Dead or alive.