A Little Moxxie Love Lore: The Midnight Bliss, Ozzie's Gift, the Coxville Curse's rise and downfall
The following context is in regards to recent chapters sagas and implied background details from source materials for My mom and sister are size queen sluts,sizeland and the coxville stories series, per my own interpretation within the boundaries of Moxxie Love. As well as insight into a particular Ritual that's been in play more often than not since the Joy Herron chapter....
Ozzie's Gift:The Herron and Kite families' forgotten histories....
It's an understatement to say the Herron family tree and it's overall history are a sordid lewd affair which they would often trace back to the possible roots being the old misfit circus troupe. But not even they knew that there was a likely reason how and why their particular genetics and libido developed the way they had, as did even that of the Kite family. Going as far as back as sometime around the middle ages of Europe, some would estimate in the aftermath of what was known as the Black Plague which had run devastation over several continents. At that point, some pagan cults especially witches' covens had seen it as a sign that faith in God was pointless if He could allow such a catastrophe to lay waste to the known world and yet still no do a damn thing about it.
Therefore if God was going to easily abandon them like that, then so be it, they would place their faith in Hell itself and those who reigned over it. It was one coven in particular who'd devoted themselves to Lust, driven by both their own personal thirst and hunger for fornication and what they now considered a mission to restore the numbers lost in the wake of the Black Death, that they conducted a Sabbath with the aim of summoning a demon who would grant them the means to make their goal a reality. By chance, they'd lucked out and managed to summon Ozzie, who after having to endure the whole rigmarole of ego stroking praise and pleas for his blessing, opted to just get it over with since he had important work to do back in his Sin circle. Thus he'd just filled a goblet with what they assumed was a sort of potion or his own blood but nah, it was just a particular blend of Bee's Beelze-juice that'd been crafted especially for him and went back on his merry way, telling them have fun and go nuts.
He hadn't even been sure they'd actually drink the damn stuff and yet each and every kinky horny bitch in the coven had indeed done just that. Now one can't say for sure what regular Beelze-juice would do to a human being but one made specifically for the King of Lust?! It was immediate as the women soon found themselves developing amazing bodies in differing, varying shapes and forms ranging from definitive bimos to toned shortstacks and brickhouse amazons. But they all one and the same gained sex drives and stamina on par with succubi and among those women were the ones who'd be the key ancestors to what would become known as the Herron and kite families.
From there on, these women were now capable of handling the biggest, thickest cocks, age like fine wine at a slower rate compared to average humans and always develop amazing pornographic quality bodies. The men born into these families would also benefit often gaining endowments and an virile instinct when it came to pleasuring women with their sexual prowess. This had also resulted from adapting to suit the growing thirst and hunger for the females by having to make such men among their own sons and fathers. Hence why the Kite and Herron families particularly for a time got into incest especially as their unique quirks ensured no defects or mutations due to such inbreeding and in the case of the latter would lead to a very twisted family tree.
Poetically ironic that it would take a simple imp from Hell to bring some balance and order to these kinky family trees of course but when the sort of men who developed among these families included the most hesitant bull in existence (Jon Herron) and a total meathead jock who'd rather just sleep, eat and fuck (Magnus Kite)? Small wonder such a little demon would be just what the horny doctor ordered. Yeah to think this was because Ozzie didn't exactly think in the long term over the short term about consequences but in his defence? He was young, mistakes were made.....
Coxville County:The Curse of Prospero Black...and one imp induced downfall to it all!!
Coxville, a small town and county somewhere in what one could call the Deep South, not as in like so south that you'd literally in Hell of course but you know what I mean. Yet certainly had a very sizeable population of black Americans, the men of which often...well quite frankly they came off like any and every particularly annoying stereotype. Yet it seemed the women in this place had a major drive for interracial fornication, often seemingly just casually up for cheating on spouses and significant others alike should said males so much as even just flash their dicks at them no matter how much they acted like pretentious, obnoxious and abrasive assholes.
To say nothing of the fact that some of the housewives and local highschool girls had taken to going some island known as Damballah, like seriously what the fuck is even going with this place? Turns out that there was a reason for this dating back to those sordid days in America when slavery had yet to be abolished and had ties to the county's founding family, the Cox estate. One fateful evening, the current patriarch's twin daughters had been caught fornicating with a runaway slave by the name of Prospero Black, who himself was deemed the pride of Damballah as a result of what could only be considered some tribal eugenics. Like seriously you'd think the guy wanted to be caught especially with the fact of what came afterwards.
On that night, Prospero was given what was about a basic punishment for someone like him and what he'd done as he was sentenced to be lynched and hung by the giant oak tree which stood outside the Cox family plantation. Where he was still naked or some reason and just basically leaving that horsedick of his waving about, declaring in his final moments that he'd return one day to have his revenge upon the Cox family, invoking the power of the...black snake of Damballah or something I don't know man, shit talk about pretentious. I mean seriously he even blew his load on the damn tree and ground while he died and lightning struck the bark. but of course that was just the beginning of this sordid clusterfuck...
So it goes that Prospero's ancestors, the Long family, would perform a ritual in tribute to him every year on the anniversary of his death, which was basically just them jerking off and blowing their load on the oak tree where he'd been lynched. Lightning happening to strike every damn time and over the years, black boys born in Coxville would be born with massive dicks...yeah I'm not making this shit up, this was actually a thing here. Then one day, the process paid off when one Willie Long, the principal of Coxville high, finished the annual tribute that a bolt of lightning struck the oak tree once more. And thus began the curse of Prospero Black.
It was one fateful evening when a strange, heavy foggy storm had come down upon the town and women in the Summers families, descendants of the Cox clan, found themselves visited in their dreams by Prospero..who proceeded to fuck them. Thus in the aftermath they'd find themselves as aforementioned, prone to indulging in illicit, explicit sexual liaisons with any and every big black cock around. More so since the curse now further enhanced and gifted their outrageous horsecock endowments buuuut there was a slight issue. It'd have been one thing had Prospero just kept it to the women in the Cox family line....but it seems the horny bastard had gone and went around to just about any and every sexually able hottie in the whole fucking town!!
And so began the new status quo of Coxville......until one fine day when a certain imp came along and thanks to his genuinely sweet, nice guy charms among other sensible qualities and traits, proceeded to cause this whole mess to come down like a house of cards built atop a Jenga tower. Kickstarting a series of bad luck, misfortune and mishaps set to befall Long and any and every worthless cuckold, philanderer and homewrecker, black and white alike. But you might be asking, what of Prospero's spirit and how did it tie into Mr.Sketch that he was particularly livid when he found out about the curse? Oh you'll see......
The Midnight Bliss
Since Joy Herron had come upon it online and tried it out, the summoning ritual which always seemed to somehow call up Moxxie to the Living world has been spread and passed around not unlike a chain letter through certain key parts of the web and by word of mouth. from goth girls of varying backgrounds and social status to bored, lonely housewives, divorcees of single and willing ladies just looking for a good time with a decent man. It is currently unknown who'd first discovered this ritual and put up the directions and instructions for it up on the internet to begin with (well, we actually do know but it's not the right time and place to say yet) but the how and why of it all isn't too hard to find when one knows the right places to check in the archives of Heaven, Hell and Limbo alike. Though commonly referred to among certain circles as just the Ritual, in its prime heyday it went by an actual proper name and not unlike its current trend, was very popular during those pagan days more so for the fact it could allow women pleasure without having to risk their soul. This is the story of what was once known as The Midnight Bliss........
As was often seemed to be the case of the annals of time before Christ, with history just still being recorded, many of the love goddesses such as the 7 Aztec deities, Aphrodite, Rati and Bast had met to discuss a problem. That in spite of their best efforts, there was still so many women in need of means to properly sate their need for both sexual desire and romantic affection. Until one of them, Santa Muerte, had proposed an idea so radical and insane that it yet had the possibility of actually working out. So arrangements were immediately made to discuss this plan with Asmodeus, aka Ozzie, Hell's resident king of the sin of Lust to make it happen; a summoning ritual where women could call up a demon, specified as the inferno's finest lover, to make passionate love to them and all without having to pay any major price, not even their mortal souls.
This ritual was hence forth named the Midnight Bliss, fittingly so as it was often a favored choice of witches' covens for their nightly black sabbaths at, you guessed it, Midnight especially for what many called the Witching Hour. So often anytime you'd read of a witch conducting some summoning of the likes of Satan or Lucifer to give themselves to them in mind, body and soul for hedonistic pleasure? Yeah that was actually usually just whatever demon had been designated the call guy for it, remember not many at the time had even even known what demons there were specifically to know who the likes of Lucifer and Satan were, let alone know the ranks of the Ars Goetia. But even so, the instructions and methods for using the Midnight Bliss were as follows; a series of carefully drawn or carved runes along with a summoning circle and a series of candles in key places with the most important being a larger, longer candle as the master key of sorts.
This master candle would serve as the timer of sorts, a wax hour glass which would never blowout unless the summoner did so willingly or until the wick finally reached its end soon as it melted. Thereby allowing the needy female to fully and properly enjoy her sensual quality time with the designated demon to scratch her carnal itch. Once blown out by the caller or snuffed out when the candle had run its course, the demon would return back to whatever circle of hell he called home until the next time around. But you might wonder how and why it designates a single specific demon?
On Hell's end in the far out reaches of Lust, a shrine of sorts had been set up to house the energies and magics of the Midnight Bliss, with Ozzie's demonic blessings of course. Before a Stonehenge style wall, standing in front of the central statue of a demonic sculpture of the love goddesses was a simple, single book and a quill or pen with which once a generation, a demon's name would be written onto the pages. Their name then appearing on the wall signifying their active status as the demon of choice to be summoned to the living world, recognized as the much desired "finest lover in all of hell".
This would last for as long as the current demon of choice's natural lifespan and upon their death, a new name could be written into the book to fill the void left behind. Thus ensuring the Midnight Bliss Ritual's continued prosperity, more so as what was required and sough after in the "finest lover in all of hell" wasn't just being well endowed with high quality virility and sexual prowess. but being a caring, attentive and affectionate lover who could be sensual as well as primal, able to make a woman feel like a passionate work of art yet be always able to make her feel like an absolute bitch in heat of a whore. And in spite of just how overall chaotic demons in Hell could, hellborn and sinner alike, neutral at least to absolutely evil at worst, the Love Goddesses knew there were diamonds in the rough. The odd demon or so who was compassionate and sincere even when living in such a chaotic place where sinners fell so often that heaven would actually mandate annual extermination purges out of some need for balance and order.
For a time, the Midnight Bliss thrived but no good things ever truly last forever, more so once the rise of Christianity had come into effect. Bringing with it centuries of persecution and oppression as well as zero tolerance towards heresy especially of the sort that involved cavorting and fraternizing with the Devil and his minions. Up to and including anything involving the concept of summoning demons, even the Midnight Bliss in spite of the fact there weren't any damnation worthy consequences, let alone the price of the user's soul and so it was that the last summoner took to writing down and hiding the instructions for it. Passing it around throughout the world but over time, its existence would soon fall and fade into obscurity, not even joining the pagan Goddesses in reference of cultural mythology. Not even a bare footnote and seemingly lost for all time that even the shrine in Hell itself became forgotten, left to gather dust and cobwebs, untouched and left where it stood for the sake of preserving its forgotten history.
Yet going into the later years of the 20th century and into the 21st, things began to happen in Hell and the living world that would set in motion a chain of events that would ignite the dormant Midnight Bliss' comeback. In the living world, a young 20 something college girl would discover the old instruction book in a curio shop in her local downtown neighbourhood, curiosity taking its hold as she bought. None too bad on the price either since far as the owner knew, it was just some junk taking up space that likely wouldn't be worth a nickel or dime in a pawn shop or storage auction. While years earlier in Hell, possibly before she'd ever even been born herself, was the likely cause to this pending rebirth of the Midnight Bliss...
A certain Wrath born imp, the unfortunate wife of Greed crime boss Crimson Knolastname that we know as Moxxie's saintly mother had been passing through Lust for a brief period of downtime. One of those days not long after Moxxie had been born and she'd needed sometime away from her scumbag groom to clear her head, idly sitting by a bench as she held the pram she was pushing her sweet baby boy in. The little fellow just sleeping peacefully, not a care in the world and both so unaware of the tragedies which would take them from each other, just a mother and her sweet little imp child in a cold and too cruel world. It was upon walking around the outskirts of Lust city of course, that the Missus would come upon a strange, unusual sight.
There it was, the old Midnight Bliss shrine, still standing but coated in moss, dust and cobwebs alike with the saintly imp woman curious as she had a look see. Keeping little Moxxie close by in his pram safe as can be before she came upon the book and read it over, much as she could gather was that this seemed to be a sort of love shrine to ensure someone close to you would become blessed in romance, so it seemed. Much of what was written was faded out and some of it in a language long since forgotten by all but the oldest and most ancient of Hell, the future tragic victim had decided to write her son's name into the book, praying that it would bestow a future of love and happiness later on in his life because she knew he was going to need it with the life he had ahead of him living with that heartless bastard back in Greed. Little knowing that she truly did give her sweet boy an amazing gift as if the universe knew he was going to need a solid for the crap he was going to have to deal with into adulthood...and now you know and knowing is half the battle......
Not longer after, later into Moxxie's married and peculiar hybrid sex/love life, the Midnight Bliss would begin anew. With it, a new age of prosperous, amorous love and what would become known as The Cult of the (Red/Crimson/Horned) Possum, its branches far and wide even as they weren't all connected. Save by the thread they shared with their little imp lover boy. Sometimes they say those who forget the past and don't learn from it, are doomed to repeat it but in this case? Even if they didn't remember it, it found a way..life and love always find a way.
Bonus:Prospero's Damnation aka why you fuck with the Skullface
Mr.Sketch and his fellow enigmas were what one would call chaotic neutral, they weren't entirely in on being just good or evil, indifferent at least and neutral at most. Heaven and Hell did their thing and on occasion, they'd just stick it to the natural order if it happened to fuck around to find out. All making what they could of the afterlife which in the Skullface's case, was making his own porn empire of sorts in a thriving adult entertainment production field. With him, it was simple especially when he did you a solid and you made a deal with him and that was as clear as the flames around his floating head.
Do, NOT fuck with him..don't try to cross him, screw him over, basically any and every way one can be told, crystal clear, was try not to fuck around and find out. To do so was to invite a fate so horrible that the Hell you'd be going to or were already in would look like Heaven when he was done with you. Such was the case with the pretentious pride of Damballah known in his life as Prospero Black when Sketch had learned of the notorious Coxville Curse. To say Prospero had fucked around was an understatement to a point that it's a wonder his pretentious horsedick hadn't shrunk out of existence due to fear yet.
You see after his death and the nature and circumstances of it, the lynched slave had wound up in neither Heaven or Hell but rather floating about in Limbo. Wherein he'd encounter the flaming skull-headed enigma who was hanging around for a break from the regular around the clock mayhem of Hell and had gotten to talkin with him. Convincing the skullface to do him a solid in helping move on and pass into the next life by clearing his unfinished business. Just provide him the means to get his revenge on the Cox family and their descendants and he'd have a clear head and a no regrets, managing to convince Sketch well enough.
Granted this was because he neglected to mention it was all for the sake of his own perverse sexual gratification as a means of enacting said revenge but hey, what he didn't know, right? Thus the Skullface had provided whatever means the spirit had required..which would be passed onto Prospero's ancestors via the anniversary ritual of tribute the Longs would conduct on the night of his death every year by the same Oak tree where he'd been hung from. hence sealing the fate of the women of Coxville to a skewed mindset of lusting for men of a certain size and color. So you can only imagine Sketch was beyond being absolutely FUCKING livid when he finally found out how the fucker had deceived him. and thus he wasted no time in utilizing a little ritual all his own for calling a spirit from limbo into Hell, using the key items to do so.
The noose and branch of the oak tree from which he'd been hung, the bark and dirt from the ground that'd been stained with his seed and that of the Longs via their anniversary tribute and some of Willie Long's blood. And that was now Prospero found himself bounded in the summoning circle, facing down the wrath of the very pissed off Enigma who looked ready to make him regret the day he was born. More so when they hauled him to pride where they found and bound up his recently deceased ancestor Principal Long who naturally didn't look all too well given how Millie had mutilated his body. The reason for this was Sketch was now looking to get his pound of flesh upon Prospero for lying to him and screwing him over and much how Prospero had gone overboard with enacting his curse on every woman in Coxville, hence forth Sketch would deliver a damnation worthy penalty on him, Long and any and every horse cock toting, abrasive homewrecking walking talking stereotype prick in Coxville.
Now of course much to Long and Prospero's worry and confusion, the question was how exactly was he going to do so especially given they were apparently already in Hell? As it so happened, Sketch had a peculiar little item in his possession...a lantern to trap souls in, filled with a hoard of horny futanari succubi. The sort of which were only packing just cock and balls and were so damn horny that this lantern was a pocket dimension to pack them into, keeping them safely away from Demon and Sinner alike. Ozzie had trusted him with this lantern centuries ago and thus he found quite a use for it especially for punishment and torture...and guess whose cocky, black snake toting cuckolding asses were going in it?!
Oh how he cherished and treasured the looks of horror that dawned upon their faces in realization, more so their screams kicking in once the Lantern opened a portal and the eager arms of those lusty she-devils reached out to grab the two. Prospero and Long screaming bloody murder knowing they were being dragged to a real Hell Sketch knew they'd suffer in, being round the clock playthings for sex demons who would use them as onaholes!! Never again would they see let alone remember what it was like to be with a woman, they were fucked, literally and figurativelty!! Moral of the story fucks, when it comes to Sketch and solids....don't fuck around and find out.
