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Like many young mares, Rainy had tried to put things in her throat, testing and practicing her gag reflex, seeing if she could push it down with practically no success. It was the most disturbing reversal of fortune that the moment it was removed her throat was suddenly abused by a powerful tentacle slamming itself into her. She could feel her throat stretching out, a sensation that by all accounts should have been horrifically painful, was render merely disturbing, her throat feeling more full then a person's throat was ever supposed to.

Were... the tentacles getting some kind of pleasure out of this? Her eyes widened as she realized a horrific possibility. Were the tentacles breeding? She felt like she was going to puke briefly, in spite of her sudden lack of a gag reflex, but that desire was pushed away as the tentacles abruptly stopped when the tentacles stopped foreplay and just went in whole hog. She shrilled a scream around the tentacles currently lodged in her throat, black marks starting to roll down her face. Again, not pain, it was surprisingly non-harmful given how much it was flagrantly abusing her anatomy, but it was certainly intense, probably the most intense thing she had ever felt.

As she heard the rip, her eyes darted around to find the source. In spite of everything, some part of her was very sad that her dress had gotten ruined: she had really liked the dress. And then she considered Dusty, who hadn't yet run away. What was she doing. She wanted to signal to her, but had no means to do so, and simply settled for looking at her with a bit of concern. What are you doing? Go, run! She hoped the tentacles didn't go after her...

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"...Mon dieu..." The poor, stunned pegasus mare muttered, still mesmerized by the sight, seemingly. It was strange, as she sat there, she did absolutely nothing, just watching it all play out. Her eyes darted up and down the form of her friend, unable to do anything but watch as she was used and violated by the mass of writhing, fleshy tendrils. Slowly getting up onto shaky hooves, the pegasus trotted around the room, stepping over a puddle of water from the busted piping, and sat down again, now staring between Rainy's legs, watching as she was being penetrated.

"Uhm... Rainy... do you... are you... ne peux pas croire que je dis cela, are you enjoying yourself...?" She asked inquisitively, unable to think of anything else to say, apparently. Her hind legs clenched up a little as she watched, as Rainy saw. Well, that could only mean one thing... just as the thought crossed her mind, another tentacle, unknowable where from, came down and caressed the mare's head, writhing and sloppily dragging itself against her mane, getting it all sticky and slimy. And then, she suddenly heard something ethereal.

_Breed._ Just as soon as the voice was heard in her head, it was gone. It wasn't something she heard, rather, something she... knew. It was just there, in her head. It was neither masculine nor feminine in tone, it just existed.

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At the accusation of her enjoyment, she shook her head violently, or at least tried. It came out more like a jiggle considering that at that moment the tentacles opted to shove themselves into her maw again, and her eyes started to roll back in her head. She wasn't enjoying it! That was crazy... wasn't it? She couldn't deny that she was feeling aroused, intense sensations, something she had never felt before. But the tentacles had forced themselves on her... would they have done it if she didn't want it? A new sense of shame poured from her at the realization but she shook herself out. She didn't want this! No matter what she did want, and she wasn't entirely sure, she was certain it wasn't this!

Her confused and jabbered thoughts were silenced by the tentacle dragging itself across her while her pussy got a fresh thrust, cock slamming up deeper and higher into her, legs flaring and tensing against the tentacles with a mewl. It was too much, she wasn't sure she could take anymore, and she could feel herself building. And then the voice... What was it? A command? A warning? Was some kind of monster going to impregnate her? Again, a sense of sickness, but even that was nothing compared to the sheer tension. She wasn't sure what was coming next, she had never gotten this far when she had fooled around, but she knew it was close...

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The mare in the corner, awestruck by all the sights in front of her, completely lost it. Watching as the tentacle between Rainy's legs started to corkscrew into her, rather than just the usual thrusting motion, stretching out her tight little marehood in the process, the white-furred pony dug her flesh-and-bone hoof in between her legs, under her dress, watching as the poor mare in front of her was violated. The tentacles seemed to completely ignore her, though. They were all focused on the mare ahead of her.

Inside her throat, the tentacle kept on pushing down further and further, thrusting forwards and back. It wasn't violent, just soft and slow, making it hard for the mare to breathe, but yet again, not impossible. At that moment, just as she started feeling something seriously build up between her legs, the door swung open again. "What the buck is going on, Rainy? You tell me you're leaving for five minutes and youuu..." Rainy's date stood in the doorway, jaw hanging open listlessly, surveying the whole scene. He was at a loss for words, seeing as how his date was strung up by some monstrous figure, and there was one of the hottest mares in school clopping in the corner. "Buh... wuh... gauh..." He was awestruck as well. He stepped a little closer, legs shaky, when a tentacle whipped out and lashed at him, trying to grab. "Aiee!" He screamed, jumping back a little. "Dusty, what the buck is going on here?!" He screamed, face turning white. Meanwhile, the tentacles all tightened up a little, pulling her legs further apart, pushing in deeper, and thrusting into her harder.

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_Oh great,_ Rainy thought. _This is exactly what I need._

She didn't have the faculties to explain to her date that no, it wasn't what it looked like. She had no clue what Dusty was doing, but she had to admit that her eyes were having a hard time not lingering on the sight of the hoof eagerly plunging into her depths and toying around with herself like she was actually enjoying the sight of Rainy getting spitroasted by very eager monsters.

And then it hit her. A sudden, swelling burst of pleasure. Greater than even the thrusting as it rolled through her, it was like her whole body was on fire, like everything suddenly felt... good. Her back arched under the sensation, even as slack as she had been lying in the grip of the tentacles, and every thrust became like the dropping sensation before a steep nose dive. A long, extended moan rolled out of her mouth and she winked a couple of times, cunt drooling all over her legs and liberally onto the floor. She swallowed reflexively, gulping down huge amounts of the slime and whatever else the phallic tentacles had to offer.

It was her first orgasm. It was intense and powerful, and she really needed a moment to think as her vision blurred at the edges under the constant assault of pleasure. But the tentacles didn't seem to give it to her, unwilling to let her deflate they took advantage of her hypersensitivity and thrusted harder, faster it seemed. Each one was accompanied by a meep as she hung there in the grip of the unseen monster, strength left out of her muscles as the orgasm left her exhausted.

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The tendrils continued to corkscrew into the mare's orifices, moving her about more viciously in midair now. The young mare in the corner watched in awe as Rainy was used so effortlessly, abused by the mass of writhing limbs. Drooling over herself quite a lot, she curled up a bit, mewling and moaning to herself as she came to a climax herself, almost irrationally aroused by the sight. "Muh... ahh... uhm... mes excuses, mon cherie... I... could not control my urges..." She muttered to the mare being molested in front of her still, unsure of how else to explain herself.

The colt by the door was not so impressed by the sight, as he seemed to be much more concerned about the tentacles grabbing him than anything else. "I don't... uh... I'll try to... get somepony..." He seemed as unsure about that as anything, as he turned and left, his face going rather red as he did so. As the stallion left, almost on queue, the tentacles very briefly started coming to a halt, their fevered motions slowing down and getting less violent towards the mare.

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Everything felt like it was on fire. Although the anaesthetic slime of the tentacles kept it from actually hurting, her pussy, her throat, and her face all burnt with friction, exertion, and humiliation. She slowly came back to herself as the tentacles started to slow down but she still felt like she was... floating. Some part of it still felt good, the natural consequence of neuroreceptors and ancient instinct but she felt... violated. She looked over at Dusty and wasn't sure what to make of her. She had seen her getting fucked and raped by tentacles and thought it was... hot?

Her date she would not be going after again. Every time he saw he would only be thinking of her getting brutally fucked by tentacles. And he hadn't even tried to help. Could she really date a stallion like that, no matter how attractive? No, she was just going to try and forget this happened. And she'd be telling Dusty the same. This never happened.

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Dusty got to her hooves, slowly walking over to the paper towel dispenser and drying off between her legs, looking incredibly embarrassed. "You must forgive me... I..." The thought immediately came to Rainy's mind, from the look on the mare's face, that she was almost about to say 'I wish that had been me', but she was too disgusted to even imagine that coming out of the pretty little mare's muzzle. "Ahm... on the good side, they're... stopping...?" The pegasus mumbled under her breath, watching the tentacles coming to a close in their little display. The one in Rainy's muzzle slid out, seemingly satisfied with exploring her throat. Her right hind hoof was let go, and the others dropped her to the ground slowly, unfurling themselves from her. And, just as soon as that happened, she heard another voice.

"Next time." And just like that, the last of the tentacles slid out of her, slithering out of her quivering, achey little marehood. But, as if to mark her, it didn't leave before spurting out some sort of thick white liquid, coating her back in a hot mess of it, enough to absolutely ruin the tatters of the dress beyond any salvage. The tentacles began to retreat, sliding back into their respective places they erupted from, as if never being there at all.

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Rainy probably would have rushed to the toilet and vomited if she had the energy to. As it was, she felt exhausted, emptied out. She could barely wince as she felt cup after cup of gooey white stuff spew itself over her the remains of her dress. Next time? There was... there was going to be more? She wasn't sure if she could take that. Could someone help her? Make sure she got free? Anything? She had no idea...

Vaguely, she looked over at Dusty. She had just kind of... stood by while it happened. Then again, there wasn't much she could do regardless. With sigh, she let out a groan and spoke. "C-can you help me get out of my dress and m-maybe get cleaned up?" She asked. She didn't there was much else they could do, but the idea of walking home all covered in this white gunk... it was more than she could take right now.

She flapped her wings and slowly managed to lift her hooves and started to pull the dress off of herself. She still felt like her legs were jelly, but the longer she had the dress on, the more the white stuff would sink into her fur, and that thought made her want to throw up all over again. She whimpered as she started to pull the dress off.

[Assistant] Clenching her jaw, looking more frazzled than even before, the thin pegasus nodded quickly, getting heaps and heaps of paper towels. Giving a few to Rainy herself, the two mares started to clean her up, both of them feeling rather icky for opposing reasons. As Dusty cleaned off the other mare's fur, helping remove her dress, she refrained from scooping any of the liquid into her hoof to taste, no matter how much she might have wanted to. She wasn't a slave to her inhibitions. Well, not that bad of one. "Of course, mon cherie... and, do not fret. I feel as though... Well, I owe you. If you would like, you can stay at my home tonight..." She placed her flesh-and-blood hoof on the other mare's shoulder, smiling softly. "You can use my bath... I'll make you coffee... You can have my guest bedroom. My parents are out of town, which was supposed to be a good thing for my date, but, not quite..." She smiled a little, trying to lighten the frazzled mare's mood. "Come on. I promise I'll take care of you." Opening up for a hug, even though Rainy didn't know exactly how to feel about this mare whom had just dropped to the floor and beat one out to the sight of her being spitroasted by an abomination, she had to admit... the foreign filly with the fake hoof was rather adorable, in her own way, with her gorgeous fur, sweet face, and endearing accent. It made it just a little more bearable, knowing that this was the mare who witnessed all of that.

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Rainy sniffled and nodded. She wasn't quite in the mood for humor, but Dusty still seemed nice enough and she could definitely use a friend after all of... that. "A-all right," she said, mind still occasionally flashing to the thought of her hoof digging at herself while she wriggled under her own ministrations... Rainy was definitely into stallions over mares, but it still brought a flush to her face. She leaned in to accept the hug, and the two of them got up to exit the bathroom.

It was the beginning of a strange friendship. Dusty's obsession with sex made her uniquely adapted to help Rainy deal with the tentacular attacks, and she got plenty of masturbation material every time her friend got assaulted, which Rainy graciously looked the other way on.that. Of course, Rainy wasn't a horrific broken shell, but it didn't help her social life, and she slowly started to withdraw more and more from social life, trying to get out of school at every possibility, not doing any extracurriculars, even quitting her part time job with the weather team.

Dusty would have to help with that.

[Assistant] Dusty watched her friend's retreat from life unfold, a knot of concern and guilt tightening in her chest. She found herself torn between her own perverse fascination and genuine worry for Rainy. It was undeniable how much she enjoyed those strange encounters, but seeing her friend suffer emotionally was unbearable. One evening, as they sat together sipping hot cocoa, she mustered up enough courage. "Mon cherie," she started hesitantly, looking into Rainy's eyes, "We need... we need help. This cannot continue."


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There was an eeriness to the place. Maybe it was its perceived emptiness. Perhaps it was the storm that howled outside. Or maybe it was the creaking of the wood and the soft gusts of air that blew through the rafters. Come to think of it, those creaks and gusts sounded awful close. Not to mention quiet, if they were from the storm leaking in. It was in this moment he felt himself being watched. He had no time to react before he heard her speak.

_Ah, shit._ The stallion slowly raised his hands and turned to face the direction of the voice addressing him. "My intent is to not drown. I seem to have found my way into your home in search of shelter. I don't suppose you'd mind me staying the night, would you?" The stallion known as Swift relaxed his posture and let his arms to his sides. He stealthily let one of his hands slide behind him and grip the pommel of his dagger. It would be much quicker to draw than his sword should he need to.

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What a simple trick, as if she wouldn't see the shifting of the wrist just so as this intruder reached for their weapon. Dart took in a sharp breath, honing her senses as she let a shuriken fly. The painted star of death struck the wood just shy of the stallion's foot, the metal humming as it remained embedded in the grain. "If staying is your intent, why move for your weapon?" She asked, shifting to a different vantage point amongst the rafters, keeping her position unclear. "Drop your weapons, all of them. Then you may stay, but only for a night."

That wasn't a chance that this pony would be allowed to have weapons in this place, especially if they were going to be so conniving and draw their dagger upon her in the dead of night. No, she'd not be sleeping for tonight. Under any normal circumstances Dart would have loved to be cordial, but breaking into her sanctum was not going to fly without a degree it skepticism. Especially when so many shadow prowled the hills at night, even here a pony couldn't be too careful.

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Swift raised an eyebrow at the mare. And then he laughed. It wasn't a particularly disdainful laugh, but it was clear he didn't take her seriously. "I'm not dropping my weapons when you're the one making threats. Listen little lady, I know your type. You're one of those fancy fighters. You've practiced for years and think you know everything. Well, you lot don't know how to stuff your guts back in after you've been sliced open."

Swift relaxed his stance and turned away from Dart. "I'm sure you're a nice mare, try not to get yourself killed alright? Now I understand we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Swift. And I'm really interested in sleeping somewhere where I won't drown." The stallion meandered his way down through the nearest hall looking for a bed.

"So, you got a name?" He called back. "I figure I should at least know my host's name."

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The stallion's remarks only garnered him silence, with nothing but the sounds of rain pattering against the roof giving him company. All the while Dart was deep in thought, twirling a shuriken in between her fingers. If anything, this Swift character did present her with a unique perspective. A slight against this holy place she could never forgive, never, but if this stallion's intentions were as true as he indicated than she'd be accommodating enough to let them stay the night. It was what her masters would have wanted, after all.

Stowing away her weapon, Dart closed her eyes and vaulted across the rafters as she followed Swift as he traversed the rather simplistic layout of the boxy structure. Though everywhere the stallion went, he found dusty room after dusty room stacked high with canvases depicting all manner of brightly saturated subjects in pastels and oils. Though across the sea of paintings there were clearly signs of beds wedged in the otherwise empty rooms.

A gust of wind fluttered behind Swift as the shadowy mare plummeted from the ceiling above. Straightening up from her crouching pose, the mare gazed at the interloper curiously with her one visible eye. "You may call me Dart."

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As gruff as he may have seemed towards Dart, Swift meant no real disrespect. He observed the many paintings with his eyes only, lest he damage them with his sopping wetness. Ever so carefully, the stallion removed a mattress from one of the rooms and found himself a corner. "Don't worry about me none, young miss. I don't take up up much space and I'll be gone in the morning." He turned to address the mare as she spoke to him. "Well, nice to meet you Dart. I'm no philosopher or genius, but I'm assuming all these works are yours?"

Still talking, he casually disrobed and strung up his wet clothing. He rustled through his pack to find, thankfully, dry clothing and a blanket. "I wouldn't call myself a connoisseur of the arts. I'm a simple stallion. There might be some who call my sword a brush and that I paint with the blood of my enemies. But there's that fancy speak again. I just poke 'em till they stop moving." Now that he was dressed in dry clothing, the stallion settled into his bed.

"So what's your story? Pretty mare living all by herself making paintings and throwing sharp things at ponies. I bet you've got a tale or two to tell."

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While aloof, Dart had never once taken her eyes off Swift, irises practically boring into his back all the while he picked his way through the rooms to retrieve a mattress. Why could he not just settle with where she'd already placed it? To Dart it seemed like a foolish waste of energy, but her mouth remained firmly sealed as she resolutely stood nearby. "Yes. They're mine," she put simply, not mincing words, sparing only those necessary to make a point.

As the intruder began to disrobe, Dart looked almost alarmed. Face draining of any little color it already seemed to possess, she quickly turned on her heal and faced away from Swift until they had assumed a far more sensible state of dress. "A sword is a decent weapon, but it's inferior to the art of the shadow," Dart wished to remind the stallion, keeping her position firmly rooted in what she knew. Swords were clumsy things, how ponies managed to use them was beyond her---though, if everyone had mastered her craft there would be no need of her.

While Swift had opted to lay down, Dart couldn't manage, staying rigidly stiff as she kept her back against a nearby wall. "There are no tales to tell, I cannot make light of my duty. I've lived and trained here all my life, that is all."

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"Ah, now that's a broad statement. And a very wrong one." Comfy and settled into his temporary sleeping quarters, Swift rested his eyes as he kept talking. A talk about weapons and fighting was one of a few conversations that would never be boring to him. "I have no doubt you're good at what you do, but remember, so am I. In my travels, I've seen weapons and arts designed to counter others. Ponies debating the straight sword to the curved sword. But it all boils down to one thing."

"Never underestimate a master in his craft. Me personally, I'll take a sword over a spear any day. But I've met ponies who've trained with the spear their whole lives. Doing things with those pointy sticks I could never dream of. And it's thoughts like yours that are dangerous. It's my firm belief that in a one on one, sword beats spear. But I can always tell if someone's trained. And not underestimating that training is what's kept me alive. If you're not careful, you're gonna find yourself up against a swordsman who means to show you what he can really do. And if you keep thinking that you're going to beat him just because you fight one way, that's how you're gonna wind up dead."

"So word of advice, be the better fighter." Swift cracked an eye open to see if Dart was still listening to him. "Sorry to get all grim. Just telling you how it is in the world. I don't suppose you've seen too much of it, have you?"

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All this talk was doing nothing to convince Dart of the value of the bladed arts. She'd heard the same spiel a hundred times from a hundred ponies, none of which had managed to continue on in their plane. Ranged weapons and stealth were better than any clumsy sword, and the mare knew this all too well. Regardless, not even her lip twitched to raise objection---she was not going to pursue this query, already it seemed futile to argue.

"Regardless of the circumstances of your entry, you are a guest in my house," her hushed tone still managing to float over towards Swift's ears, "Would you like a meal? Tea?" She'd admittedly already prepared a dinner meal for herself, a simple plate of rice and cooling herbal tea she'd left to cool in the other room. It would prove substantial enough for her guest anyhow, it perhaps was too late now for her to consider eating. Even the thought made her stomach mildly cramp in protest.

"I protect the Foal Mountains. I go where I am needed when ponies call, it's my duty to help them. It's... a work in progress," tugging at the woolen fabric of her scarf, Dart cleared her throat and pushed herself the wall, still looking relatively grim.

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"I could eat if you're offering." Swift had intended on just passing out and being on his way, but his stomach was now awake at the thought of nourishment and wouldn't be complacent until it was satisfied. Tracking, fighting, and hiking back on only a few strips of hay jerky had left him with some powerful hunger pangs that he'd successfully ignored until now. So without much further thought on the matter, Swift decided that it would do him no good to not take advantage of his host's offer. He rose out of his comfortable position and went to follow Dart to where she might lead him.

"Tea sounds lovely as well, young miss." Besides, how could he turn down a meal with a cute mare such as herself? "Well if you get the chance, you ought to travel around a bit more. Plenty of work to be found. That's why I'm here after all, work seemed to be plentiful. Lots of little caves and nooks for unsavory types to be hiding around in up in these mountains. Unluckily for them, I'm well versed in being unsavory." He said with a grin.

"Suppose it's a good thing I'm here then. Not doubting your efforts, but a work in progress indeed. You've left me plenty of ponies who are willing to pay me for a bandit's head. But don't you worry none too much about me taking away from you. I'm not cheap, so they'll run out of money eventually. Then you can go back to being the noble protector. I figure I've got a few more contracts from the village just down the way. That's where I'm headed by the way. The owner of that lovely little vineyard will be happy to know his shipments of grapes aren't in danger anymore. Well, for now. Nothing is ever safe forever."

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Dart had been ready to slide off to retrieve the food herself, not wishing to risk more unnecessary contact with this interloper. Though the fellow seemed insistent to follow, for which the warrior was in no position to refuse. Nothing was at stake, all valuables within this place had long since been removed to a secure place. All that was left were the innumerable canvases that decorated just about every surface.

"Come, please stay close," she instructed, leading the stallion back around a corner not far from the room he'd chosen and into the central sanctum. This place was clear of any paintings, with only the wide wooden floors ingrained in various dark patterns and paper doors bordering the far sides of the chamber. A small shine had been assembled in the center of the space, where Dart had been within deep medication previously, the incense long since extinguished. A modest tray of tea and rice had been assembled not far away, with a single worn pillow on one side.

Dart rounded the tray and sat on the hardwood floor, tucking her tail about. Although she hadn't let it show, the mare's ears rung shamefully from being addressed as 'cute'. Her eyes drifted off for a moment, the one visible iris clouded as the ninja seemed to think. While Swift had been talking she hadn't paid attention to a single word, wondering just how she was failing to protect the region adequately. Had her number of contracts been insufficient? Perhaps the number of patrols had to be increased to root out the gangs of ruffians... it was unclear.

That voice began worming its way back into her mind, rooting Dart out from her daze as she shook her head quickly. "I apologize, were you talking?" She asked, adjusting herself carefully and sweeping her tail across the floor behind her in a steady arc. "I've heard of the bandit troubles, been tracking them for several days. I returned here to collect supplies for tomorrow's scouting run."

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Swift followed closely behind Dart, but kept a respectful distance. At least enough to glance down and take a look at her hindquarters. Alas, her clothes weren't tight enough to get a good look. Rounding about the shrine, Swift decided to take the floor option himself and passed the pillow towards Dart. He reached for the food and happily dug in. He paused when he noted Dart sitting in deep thought. "You're not going to eat?"

When she broke out of her deep thought, Swift pushed it more. "You should eat. I'll make you some if you want. Least I can do for you letting me stay." He took a sip of the tea and returned to the subject of the bandits. "It's not the worst I've seen. But I've not seen a lot of other ponies besides us doing anything, so there's the problem. I'd stick around and help, if you could afford me. Otherwise I'll just keep moving round the mountains til work dries up."

It was around this time that Swift realized he was alone with a mare that had been alone for a long time herself. Everypony has needs. He'd been unable as of yet to acquaint himself with the local whores, something he was determined to do when more coin jingled in his pocket. But for now, perhaps this Dart and he could make something happen. "I can't imagine it's been easy, being here by yourself and working so hard to protect these mountains." He ever so gently leaned towards her. "Perhaps there's something I could do to help... ease your tension. You could certainly keep an eye on me if we shared the same bed."


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Love Bites sat in the brothel, arriving for her shift. She quickly changed into her outfit, a black mini skirt that barely covered her buttocks let alone any of her leg and white crop top with red letting spelling the word "Kink" that went just past her bust. Underneath all that was a dark blue, white and black garter belt, panties and bra, she also wore fish net stockings and white finger-less gloves, She began to pole dance one of her many duties as a brothel worker.

She wasn't especially happy with how she got here, but she needed to pay off her student loans somehow, and if that means selling her soul, mind and... body in most cases to pay them off so be it. The bat pone didn't come from a rich background, not helped by her parents disapproval of her employment, so much so that they ceased speaking with her over it, but Love wasn't one to be easily beaten down, she'd do anything to get by.

after about thirty minutes her boss called her over to serve a client, which usually meant giving them booze, food and listening to their problems that she really didn't care about, but she knew if they thought she did, she made a big tip, all going to pay off her deal with the devil.

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Dusty Tomes had known about the brothel's existence, of course. It was one of the worst kept secrets, it existed, and it was there. He'd never worked up the urge to go there, though. Sure, he was a lonely stallion, but that was okay, there'd be somepony for him. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. But now he was out of college, working happily at a museum, and still no luck. He'd tried dating, even going online for it, and nothing. He had a feeling why; he was a big stallion. He'd tried to lose weight, so that he wasn't as rotund, but he was just big in general, standing over most others. He wasn't the greatest looking stallion either, and to compound it, he was a wimp, a nerd. The sort of stallion who preferred working in the museum and spending time reading to anything else.

Maybe that was why it had taken him so long to give up and head to the brothel. He'd brought a good amount of money with him, unsure of what to do. He was wearing what he usually wore; just comfortable clothes. A large, loose t-shirt which made him look rounder than he was, some comfortable pants, and similarly comfortable shoes. Dusty Tomes wasn't picky with what he wore or looked like. He was clean, though, and was scared as he stepped in. He quickly found out how to order time with a girl, and picked at random from the list of names and pictures; Love Bites seemed cute enough, and a struggling student could use the money. He had no idea of what was going to happen, but waited patiently, fidgeting in place and adjusting his glasses.

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Love Bites, did look a lot better than some other girls, maybe slightly tired dealing with medical school things, and working at the brothel, but didn't seem strung out like a lot of the others seemed to be, only working there to pay off drug debts and get their next hit, Love Bites seemed semi popular among all the girls non the less.

Coming out of the more private rooms, cum dripping from her lips, she counted her pay as she went to her locker to keep it safe, she liked the days when customers didn't want much more than talk sessions, handjobs and blowjobs, gave her often sore backside a break from the constant, rough and often kinky play sessions she partook in, despite the kinkier sessions made much more.

"...Nine Hundred Dollars, going into my loans. That's great for midday earnings." She said to herself, her boss tapping on her shoulder, her head swiveling to meet his gaze she smiled

"New Client, boss?" She asked him. The boss motioned with his head in response.

Wiping the cum off her lip and chin, she nodded, straightening her clothes and hair she made her way over to Dusty Tomes and smiled, with a thick accent, not indicative to a certain place but sounding like a mix between Germany and Russia, her big eyes gazed at him.

"And what can this little bat do for you big guy~?" She said in a sultry tone

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Dusty Tomes had been waiting patiently, tapping a foot out of nervous energy. He couldn't believe that he was really doing this, and the thought scared him slightly. He didn't think he was a desperate stallion, but he at least wanted to experience this once. He took a deep breath as the mare approached him, recognizing her as Love Bites, the mare he'd picked out. Dusty Tomes listened to her carefully, and loved her accent; it was adorable, and it fit the image she had. He blushed adorably and looked away, trying to find the right words to propose stuff to the mare. He knew, logically, that she had likely done everything and anything for her clients, and would be willing to do things for him if only he could find the right words.

After another deep breath, he spoke in a gentle, soft tone, entirely separate from the large stallion that he was. "H-Hi, Miss Love Bites. I, umm... I-I'm not sure. Everything, I guess? I'm kind of inexperienced when it comes to this kind of thing. Zero experience, actually." He confessed, deciding to come clean. It would be easier for both of them if Dusty Tomes was rather blunt about what he wanted. He wasn't sure how else to say it, if there was some code he should have said. He tapped his foot idly and couldn't meet Love's eyes, embarrassed as he was.

[User] Love Bites giggled and grabbed his hands. "Dusty Tomes dear, We can take it niiiiice and slow. Sounds like fun to me." She teased, bringing him in a more secluded spot, somewhere where she could be that little tease and not distract others, her gait smooth and floaty almost as she took a seat, and patted the one next to her. "Need something to eat or drink hon? Maybe it'd help loosen you up~" She said leaning in and licking at his neck, before pulling away to judge his reaction.

[Assistant] Dusty Tomes squeaked audibly when his hands were grabbed, but nodded quickly, happily going along with Love. She knew more than him, after all. "A-Alrighty then, l-let's just take it slow, yeah." He said quickly, sitting with her once they were more secluded. He calmed down a little, managing to breathe slower now that nopony could watch them or mock him or anything. He answered her carefully, thinking about it. "I-I don't think I need any food right now, a-and I don't drink much. If you want something like that, I-I can pay for it..." He offered, before she licked him. At the lick, his eyes went wide and his whole body went stiff from embarrassment. He shivered and eventually managed to squeak out the rest of his sentence. "...if you want..."

[User] Love Bites laughed, shaking her head. "Oh wow, Dusty Tomes darling, it's my job to make you happy~ Truth be told I don't drink on the job or, much at all really now that I think about it." She said, placing her hand on his thigh. Clients usually didn't take long to start getting sexual so, she was preparing for it. "But you do tell me it's your first time, I'm honored." She giggled, she took his hand with her free one and put it on her thigh, trying to show that it was okay to touch her. "Touching can be sexy all on it's own~" She mewled.

[Assistant] Dusty Tomes took a deep breath and tried his best to relax, getting into things. She was right, this was something that she did all the time. This was her job to make him happy and feel good, no matter how nervous he was. He idly stroked her thigh once his hand was on it, still a bit nervous. "Umm... h-honest truth, I have no idea what to do. Like, I-I know from a scientific position, but not from actually doing it." He gently squeezed her thigh, judging her reaction. He certainly didn't want to upset her or anything. At least he figured he wasn't the worst client she'd had. He was very respectful, looking to her for guidance and taking her lessons well, and he was clean. He wiggled a bit in his seat, continuing to stroke her soft thighs.

[User] Love Bites laughed and smiled, her fangs poking out from her lips as she leaned in to bite at his neck, now her fangs were not long enough to hurt him hard, or even puncture his vital blood supply, she'd just make it feel a little sharper than usual. She pushed his hand further up to her hip, hooking her fingers into skirt's waistband and smiled. "Do you wanna help me get undressed?" She asked, running her fingers over her leg and thigh, ending with a teasing touch between her legs

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Dusty Tomes went along with it quietly, his hands actually shaking with nervous excitement. He was definitely new to this, but he was eager to please, following her guiding hands quickly. At the bite, he squeaked and blushed, biting his lip to muffle other noises that he could have made. His hand rested on her hip gently, and he followed her grip, hooking his fingers into her skirt's waistband as well. He gave up on trying to be logical; he was here for one reason, and to pretend otherwise was foolish. "Y-Yeah, I can do that." He said, watching her hands move. She was certainly skilled at this, being able to tempt men, and it was showing on his own body. Under his pink fur, his cheeks were flushed, and there was a noticeable bulge growing between his own legs. Following guidance, he helped her undress. First went the skirt, slowly sliding down her legs to the floor. This did put him at eye level with her genitals, and he did look away from that one; he was still far too shy.

Once her skirt was off, he sat back up with her, his hands in his lap. "R-Right, shirt next, right?"

[User] Love Bites nodded, running her fingers along his ears as she turned to sit on his lap her snatch pressing on his crotch as she lifted her arms up. "Good guess, big guy." She said, as the garment fell off her frame, showing her respectable sized chest to him, she grabbed his hands as ran up her slightly pudgy stomach to her breasts, squeezing them with her hands on his and giggled "Don't be afraid to touch me~" She teased

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Dusty Tomes shivered visibly once she grabbed his hands, and he didn't resist. He squeezed her stomach gently, finding it just as attractive as the rest of her, until his hands rested on her breasts. He was gentle with them, squeezing and fondling them ever so warmly. He thumbed her nipples, pressing on them and hoping he wasn't hurting her. "Right, t-that's what I'm here for. Sorry about that." He mumbled, looking at her body. He was fascinated by it to the point that he almost forgot that her crotch was pressed right against his bulge. Fortunately, his body didn't forget about the beautiful mare on top of him.

Dusty Tomes's body was starting to heat up, and his breathing was deepening already. Ever so slowly, he began to grind his crotch against Love, hoping that he wasn't offending her by doing so.


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"Rainy? Dear? Are you coming out of there soon? Bonté divine, you've been in there so long, we might arrive late..." Dusty paced back and forth in her bedroom, occasionally knocking on the door to her bathroom, trying to get her friend's attention. This was the first time in weeks she had been able to convince her to try something out, and finally, she had good reason to follow up. Crooked Defense, the head defense-colt of their high school's soccer team, was (according to rumors) still looking for a date to the up-and-coming Spring Fling, and Dusty could see in her friend's eyes, although they were weary and tired from her unique little... problem, she could see a fire in those eyes when she looked at him. That strong physique, gorgeous green eyes, and his sense of humor... what a perfect match. So, with a little persuasion, Dusty was able to get her friend to join up for the cheerleading team in time for the next big game.

Dusty fit right in, being such a graceful, lithe mare with exceptional body control, ironic as that was, and the team loved having her around for her optimistic attitude, and her gorgeous figure. It barely took any convincing to get them to let Rainy onto the team, as she was almost a match cut for Dusty's good looks, and she could pull her weight around the team easily. Dusty was already wearing the uniform, a cute little number that hugged her figure generously, with a nice view of her navel, and much to the pegasus' liking, underwear under the already tight shorts was optional. "Come on out of there now, mon cherie, we need to get your makeup done if you're going to ask out monsieur Defense..."

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Rainy cracked the door open and poked her muzzle out. It stood there for a second before she retreated it back in. "Smells of... cinnamon," she said. "That gives me an... point three percent reduced chance. That in all leads up to a... eighteen percent of tentacles, if my assumption about the embarrassment factor is correct." She sighed. "I don't like those odds... but..."

She looked up from her graph and thought about Crooked Defense. He was just... SO CUTE. Smart and funny and handsome, and always really, really nice. Was the odds of getting publicly humiliated worth it? She could be getting railed by tentacles and that wasn't an appealing thought, no matter how Dusty wanted her to think. But on the other hand, she couldn't spend the rest of her life in her bed rooms. Even if her parents were very supportive.

With a sigh, she cracked the door and popped out, wiggling her hips as she felt the shorts clinging to them. "These are going to have such panty lines," she mumbled. "And I'm getting a wedgie... maybe this isn't such a good idea." This wasn't her first reservation of the evening. Understandably, she had been flip-flopping the whole day about whether or not it was worth it to go to the game. Or school. Ever again. Even if the dance moves were fun and she was pretty good at them, tentacles could strike at any time.

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Trying to calm her friend down, finding her eccentric attitude a little funny, if not just because she didn't want to find them disturbing, Dusty hugged her friend tightly, her wings also curling around her. "Putain de fille, you look magnificent! Don't tell me you want to attract every player on the team at once, looking like that... although that wouldn't be so bad." She nudged her friend in the ribs, giggling a little. "You're going to do great out there, darling! Remember how impressed the coach was when you leapt from the top of the pyramid, and performed a perfect one-hundred-eighty before landing? You were the happiest I'd seen you in weeks!"

Trotting around the backside of her friend, she ran a hoof over her back, smoothing out some loose fur, and sneaking in a little bit of a plot grope, although she wouldn't notice. "Mm, you might want to go without those... if you like, of course. My choice, that's how plenty of mares go where I'm from, even when clothed, so I usually go without. It is your choice though, sweetheart." Trotting past the light blue filly, Dusty ushered her back into the bathroom, cracking open her makeup kits. "Oh, you're going to break many a heart out there tonight, Rainy. Now, come on here..." She gestured closer to herself, holding up a makeup brush in her prosthetic hoof, something she had begun to get very used to doing.

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In spite of her growing paranoia, Rainy couldn't keep the smile off of her face as Dusty hugged her. The mare was just so cute and so excitable. That said, the entire team at once? No mare was that thirsty... except maybe Dusty Feathers. "I know the panties aren't 'fashion compatible' per se... but I feel like everyone can just perfectly see my marebox without the things on." She shuddered at the image, although she had the funniest feeling like Dusty would drool at the thought. She was presumably going without herself, after all.

She stepped forward and dutifully let herself get dusted off, grimacing the whole time. She had explained to Dusty that the humidity meant that make-up wasn't going to stay in one place but apparently the "bimbo" look was in. Like she wanted to go for any other look, ever. At least she had slowly agreed to give Rainy a more conservative palette of make-up. She had looked kind of hot with the 'painted on' look.

"So... I'm going after Crooked." She said. "Uh. Who are you aiming? Do you need me to wingmare at all, help you out a bit?" Dusty did a lot for her, she wasn't ever quite sure that she was doing enough back, overlooking spats of masturbation at her misfortune aside. The foreign mare did seem to enjoy it, however.

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Dusty shook her head a little, before hmm-ing and huh-ing for a moment, and then nodding a bit. "I don't know, isn't Lightning Blitz seeing somepony? No, wait, they broke up. Maybe I'll try to rope him into something, he's a charmer." Carefully applying the last of the makeup, being absolutely sure it looked right, and not just all caked-on, Dusty stepped back. Wouldn't look good with a lot of the sweat pouring down her face. "Éclat! You are going to sweep him right off his hooves, dear." She stepped past the slightly shorter mare, patting her on the butt as she walked by.

"Now, get your bag, if you would. I need to get myself looking nice, after all..." Starting to apply the makeup, Rainy couldn't help notice that as she bent over the sink to see into the mirror, the tightness of her shorts became really noticeable. Rainy suspected that she might have ordered them a size too small, as she was indeed a fan of wearing tight clothing. But... And maybe it was just the lighting, but Rainy could see a clear outline of her marehood under there. The thought rolled across Rainy's mind, that it was a small miracle this mare was somehow a virgin. A fact that the nympho little foreign filly lamented at times, and celebrated at others. Not that she hadn't done other things, but... that was neither here nor there.

All of a sudden, Rainy felt this sudden wave of impending... good. Like something really, really good was going to happen today. It certainly wasn't the sight of Dusty's marehood through a thin veil of cloth, although that wasn't a bad sight by any degree. No, Rainy just suddenly had this sensation like she was going to conquer the world if she tried her best out there. And she intended to.

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She smiled as she felt the surge of confidence and joy starting to roll over her. "Maybe..." She said. "Maybe today won't be awful," she said. She wondered if the fact that she was staring directly at Dusty's snatch had anything to do with it but decided to shelve the umpteenth internal discussion about her sexuality for another day. Or maybe never. "Yeah... I'm gonna make him take me to the dance, no question!" She smiled. "And you.... we'll finally get you laid! Actually, I'm surprised we haven't managed it yet." When one thought of 'difficult' it was rare that the suggested problem was 'getting a filly laid'. Most stallions were fairly eager to get their hands on something, especially something as nice as Dusty.

The tentacles were part of the problem. They seemed to be dedicated to redirecting all sexual tension towards Rainy, and never in a particularly gentle way. Maybe it was just Rainy's ever increasing paranoia, but they seemed to have cropped up right as Dusty was about to make it more than just one time... Oh! That reminded her. "We need to stop to grab some food," she said. "If I'm going out, I'm not doing it without getting spicy food." Her good luck charm. The tentacles had never attacked her when she had a spicy sandwich. "Yesssssss my plan will be complete." She said, giving out an evil chuckle as she grabbed her bag and returned to Dusty. "Uh... do you want help with your make-up?"

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Nodding, she fluttered her eyelids, leaning towards her friend. "Aucun doute là dessus, I cannot for the life of me get my eyelids done without worrying I'm going to, how you say... Détruire mon oeil? Yes, jam something into my skull. I hate this stupid hoof sometimes..." She mashed her hoof into the counter without even really intending to, that metal proxy for a limb being the one biggest source of the poor filly's insecurity. Forking over the tool, she sat down on her rump, sitting as still as she could. "You're a very good friend to me, Rainy. I only hope that I can be as good of one as I can to you as well." She smiled sweetly, making a kissy face, although it was most likely just to show off her lipstick.

After fixing her eyelashes up, the two mares began their flight towards the school soccer field, with Dusty planning out a route past the sandwich shoppe en route. She knew for a fact there was that one sleepover where Rainy had gotten hit with her curse when she had eaten her good-luck charm of a sandwich, but she didn't dare mention it. It gave her friend a little hope in her crappy situation... crappy for her. Dusty still hadn't even gotten a courtesy slap from one of the tendrils, no matter how often she tried to pry them off her friend. Any colts in the vicinity were usually swiped at, but never her. Never any mares, when she thought of it. "Coupes fraîches is just a little farther, Rainy. You'll be having your usual Desert Salad Sandwich, non? I can't imagine how you stomach so many peppers, but what do I know..."

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"It's not a meal unless you're crying," Rainy said with a tone of humor. She quickly hustled in and procured the sandwich and stepped out, having called ahead to have it ready, she started flying again while she bit into the sandwich. "But I got it a little bit milder so I won't ruin your make-up. Still enough to make you cry, though," she teased, considering Dusty thought that Dijon mustard was too spicy.

The two of them flew towards the field and even as she ate her sandwich, Rainy was on high alert. They touched down at the soccer field, with its manicure green lawn expertly kept and its stadium slowly filling before the game began. "Alright... so, uh, If the tentacles do come, make sure Crooked Defense doesn't see me..." She said. If she was going to get him to go to prom, she would need to make sure he didn't know about her issue. What stallion would want a mare who got raped by tentacles as a matter of course? All day, every day... He would probably be disgusted. It was a miracle they had kept the school in general from knowing about it, Dusty getting everyone to swear to silence through arcane means Rainy didn't fully understand.

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Trotting up to the rest of the flight team, Dusty smiling and waving at a few of the colts and fillies filling up the stands, she let out a small gasp, pulling Rainy over by the collar. "Mon Cherie! Regardez là-bas, il est là! Crooked Defense!" Just as she insinuated with her trademark gratuitous french, there indeed was the strapping colt, doing that juggling thing with the ball. As he headbutted the ball to a teammate, he flared out his wings, and threw his short mane over his shoulder, looking absolutely great. Clad in loose sweatpants and the team's soccer jacket, Rainy couldn't help but stare a little bit. And, after a moment of doing so, and a sudden sharp pain in the shoulder, knocking Rainy onto her rump, she was shaken back to reality.

Looking at what had hit her, she found it unsurprising that it was a soccer ball, directed at her by a player who thought she was coherent. Crooked Defense came trotting over quickly, looking down at the toppled cheerleader. "You alright there? You took that hit like a champ, good on ya." He smiled his goofy, crooked smile down at her, extending a hoof to help her up. "Oughta work on that spacial awareness. Pretty mare like you needs to look out for what's comin' at her in life. Unless you need some help with that." He puffed out his chest a little, always being the showoff. The tan pegasus colt was a bit of a lech, and he had a bit of a condescending tone, but it was clear he was just trying to be friendly, and it wasn't out of a place of malice at all.


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The man was just about okay enough to stir from his grounded position and---in a few moments, and with the assistance of the wall---he'd clamber to his feet, still clutching a very sore stomach. He spat into one corner, the glob of saliva being joined by more than a little blood. "Been through worse!" He grinned, revealing a few too few teeth; though whether they were recently lost or not was hard for even Senti to tell. Not that she likely cared, either.

Once he found his feet, he also gathered up enough strength to let go of his angry stomach and straighten himself, walking over to the precious pipe. He kicked the corpse on the way past and let out a small, satisfied chuckle; things had gone his way yet again! With the pipe in hand he turned toward the beautiful---but oh-so-dangerous---woman with a little glimmer in one eye.

"Cheers for the help. Now... I know where his warehouse is. What d'ya say we take his finger and help ourselves to his stuff, eh? Easy pickin's, now he's dead and all. You'll make yourself more than a few credits for your trouble..." He rubbed his fingers together, assuming that simple greed could twist her as easily as it twisted him. In fact, the simple idea that she could turn down free money completely evaded the rather simple fellow's mind.

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At first Senti was revulsed by his offer, What he suggested was clearly illegal, and cutting off his finger? Most likely he had some fingerprint encoded lock on that warehouse. She was about to tell him that, but then she hesitated...

He might be right, it was most likely indeed easy money. And he would know the station better than her, so if he would risk it it could not be too dangerous. And she WAS almost broke right now, so being picky was not an option. Which was why she finally replied "Weeell... I assume you know what you are talking about, so yes, let's try that. How many credits are we talking about?"

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Darrith grinned and clapped his hand. "Good girl, good girl! We'll be rich, you n' I. Fuckin' rich... You grab his weasley little digit, will ya?" He waved a hand toward where a small trickle of blood was flowing down the other mans. "We gotta be quick, see, cause if it gets reported as dead they'll revoke access. And, uh... Well, there's one or two other teeny tiny complications, but we don't need to worry about that do we!"

He jabbed his finger toward the mans hand again, insistently, as though to restate 'go on, then!' to the girl. He'd won their little turf war, then, and quite possibly earned himself a sleek, sexy partner in the process. Win win, for Darrith the Quick-Witted. It was a self-given nickname.

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Senti had just crouched down and severed the finger with her new knife as asked, as she looked up at him, her eyes boring into him, and she asked. "Did you just say something about other complications?"

She got up, holding her outstretched arm at him, the severed finger carefully held between her thumb and forefinger, a few drops of blood still dropping to the floor from the cut surface. Clearly she did not intend to carry this item all the way to the warehouse. " And could you maybe be a little bit more precise about the exact nature of these complications?"

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Darrith was far less particular about what he carried, and took the finger quickly enough. He wrapped what might once have been a while handkerchief---but was no a grimey, filthy rag---around the finger and put the package into his deep jacket pocket. He rubbed the front of his balled hand over his nose, before clearing his throat. Everything about him reeked of the kind of nerves coming from someone having to own up to a lie.

"Best move quickly, else the scavengers will swoop in. Come on." He moved down the corridor with such haste that he barely had time to help himself to the contents of the deadmans pocket. A small credit chit, a communicator, and some lint.

Once there was a little distance between them and the scene he finally stopped up and raised a hand to catch her attention. "Ah, so... I suppose you best know." He fidgetted his hands together nervously. "So uh, there's a few others who claimed this guys stuff if he got knocked off. It's gonna piss a few fella's off when we go looting. Now, you look like you can handle yourself, but you don't know the place like me. You n' I... we'd be best together, if ya follow. Make us a pretty little fortune, eh?"

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This was getting better and better. In an ironical sense, of course. Now Senti experienced firsthand the downside of being on a station that was notorious for its lawlessness. After she had followed that weasel---he might not look like one, but he certainly behaved that way---to what he considered temporary safety he now casually revealed the next level of problems they would face. As she listened to him she could not help but roll her eyes in a slightly exasperated gesture.

Senti put her hands to her hips and with an unwavering gaze looked at him---or rather bored into him---sternly. "What else have you forgotten to tell me? That is your last chance to come clean before I walk out and you can go looking for someone else to do your dirty work. What opposition will I have to take out so you can get your grubby hands on that dead guys stuff? And why should the others even know it was us who looted this warehouse?" She paused a bit "Ah, sure, that brute I just knocked out but left alive..."

She was a little agitated, as she felt the guy opposite her was trying to play her, but even so she started to notice the first sign of the urges beginning to stir. Had it really been that long already? Damn it...

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Darrith put his hands up in front of him as though to ward her off, and began his excuses with an incriminating "Woah woah woah, hear me out!" He'd seen what she could do; he did not want to be on the receiving end. Better to calm her down, explain things, and keep it to the bare -minimum- of lies.

"Right, the truth, the whole truth, and nothin' but the truth, alright?" He sniffed and rubbed at his nose, instinctively sending his eyes scanning to either side like he was apart to share some secret, or start some conspiracy going. There was a small, sparse crowd all round, but noone stopping long enough to listen. "The security oughta be light. Thumb scan's usual, perhaps one guard but probably we won't even bump into him... It's a guard per ten warehouses or somethin'. Just keep an eye out, anyway. What else... Yeah, right, there's a couple'a guys who won't take kindly to us doing this, and likely they'll come for us. That's good, though, cause we---or rather you, my pretty samurai friend... " The man didn't know what a samurai really was, but he understood it to be some sort of expert warrior who could possibly run on tree tops. Not that he'd seen a tree, either, except in a few pictures and films. "... can deal with them, and get yet more loot. See? My nous, your fightin' and we'll be a rich little duo. Eh? Eh?"

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She folded her arms before her chest as she listened to him. Senti still was not sure she could trust that guy fully, but as long as she managed to stay close to him he probably would not try something overly stupid, as he might suffer from it as well. At one of his remarks she had to smile, though.

"Samurai? I have neither a dick nor a katana. Speaking of which, what should I call you?" She pondered a little, before she continued to ask "but what else I would like to know is twofold: If this is a warehouse, how are we supposed to get the loot away from it? Put it into our trouser pockets?" She pointed at her pocket less body suit. "And how much is 'a couple guys', what sort of guys are they and whom will we piss off if we take them out?" She only hoped those were not too many questions.

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The man tapped the side of his head and winked. "I got it all sussed out. If I went and told yah, though, you wouldn't need for long would ya? Trust me, girl, I'll see us livin' in the lap of luxury. It's just a lil' way's down here..." Darrith turned left, and followed a much darker, less crowded little street. At the end was a maintenance tunnel that had long since been unofficially opened up to anyone who knew how to navigate them. That said, it was pretty narrow, and a lot of ladder to climb up.

He waved a hand toward the thing. "After you, sweet'eart." No point missing out on a nice view... He waited for her to start climbing for getting onto the ladder after her, fixing his eyes firmly on her skin-tight-covered arse, and climbing up a little way behind her. "As for gettin' the stuff, well. I figure you distract him, and I'll get the automated dockin' system moving it to one of my, ah, less used spaces. It'll take half an hour, all told, but I'm -sure- you can keep a couple'a fellows busy that long, no?"

He paused and thought. "I guess you could kill em, though, if yer one of those prissy types?"

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At his last mention the urges stirred in Senti again, and noticeably stronger this time. Stupid engineers, trying to make extra sure she would be ready and willing to fulfill her secondary role. These pigs had also 'tested' this extensively themselves afterwards. Soon they realized that a soldier that got extremely horny after 24 hours without sex would suffer a severe handicap in combat scenarios where she simply did not have that opportunity, but they never got around to undo the damage. And her 24 hours were definitely over by now. Feeling his hungry stares on her behind did not help, either.

Telling him about that weakness of hers was no good idea, though. So Senti stopped on the ladder halfway up to the text level, twisted around so she could look at him, and asked "Did you just suggest that I let some random piece of scum fuck me while you clean out the warehouse? How much was my share going to be again? And, what is your name anyways?"


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Many millennia ago, a war waged across earth, between humans and creatures known as daemons. While the humans were more numerous, the daemons had raw power on their side, and slowly began to push humanity. When all seemed lost, the power of magic was discovered, in born in women, it allowed soldiers to be born capable of pushing them back. In the end, the daemons were pushed back and banished, and humanity was victorious. With their task done, the magi knights returned to sleep, reincarnating in human bodies, never knowing the true nature, as the evil that threatened the world had been pushed back... at least, that's what was believed at the time.

But the Daemons were patient, cunning, and ever planning. They discovered the power that had pushed them back was in born into all women, although obviously in varying amounts. So they waited, patiently tearing at the seals and wards, until finally, it broke, allowing them back onto earth. But they weren't as open about it this time. No, they instead began to collect, and extract the magical essence in all women. This was done by fucking them, drawing in the power, before bringing them to a climax and finishing the full extraction. However, as the Daemons came out, so did the Magi Knights did be reborn.

Drawn to a dank warehouse in town, women had been disappearing, and the scent of evil essence was repugnant to anyone tracking, but it was a beacon to any magical girl seeking to vanquish the evil. This particular extraction zone was run by a frog-like creature, Grok, who stood at seven feet, with oily green skin, and rarely did he wear clothes. He was a new born Daemon, made for breeding and extracting, and how he reveled in it. What was note known was, that while weak, his main defense was the oil on his skin, a powerful aphrodisiac...

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Ebony rolled her shoulders silently as she stood outside of a dank dark warehouse. Inside she could feel a strong evil essence that was repulsive. It was the tall tale mark of a demon. Her hands drifted down to the gun holsters on each of her hip, checking to make sure they were properly loaded. While many other magical she knew would never think about using guns, this one did. She didn't care about the magical wars. She didn't care of the right or wrong thing to do. This magical girl only wanted to get rid of things that were wrong in front of her. Her style of dress wasn't as fantastical as other's either. She wore a white tight tank top with a brown air fighter jacket over it. Her legs were covered by tight black jeans, and she wore black combat boots. Her hair was messy and red. Ebony's body was somewhat lithe, but her ass was tight and toned. Both her breasts weren't too large, but they were perfect for any man who wished to hold them perfectly in the palm of his hands.

Picking up one of her magical pistols, Ebony made her way into the warehouse warily.

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Inside it was dark, and it was dusty. At least, that's what it looked like to a normal person. It was all a glamour, made so nobody could simply walk in and know exactly what was going on. But there were tell tale signs of what the warehouse really was. The dust wasn't real, for example, and it seemed obvious the place had seen traffic recently, and distantly, Ebony likely could make out sounds of moaning and groaning. But the most obvious sign was the smell. It smelled of sex in the building, of sweat and cum. There was also another smell, but it was likely hard to gauge. Before Ebony, several crates, unused, and a trap door lay, a fairly guiding path.

Through all this she was watched, although Grok the demon that did so noted her weapons. The frog demon was a close range creature, and it knew that in terms of fighting ability, she would win. She had power, range, and likely experience. Still, he was a devious creature, knowing that as she proceeded, she could eventually get caught off guard. At least, that's what its plan was.

[Assistant] Ebony surveyed the warehouse, wrinkling her nose as she took in the building. There was some heavy duty glamour filling the room. She scoffed as her hand waved through the air, grinning. "Definitely gonna find one here..." she said softly. Daemon's were tough to find usually, but this one seemed to be fresh into the world and leaving a fairly sloppy trail. It must be her lucky day. Filled with confidence, Ebony approached the trap door, prying it open. Trap doors usually led to something interesting, that was something she learned long ago.

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With a loud screech the trap door opened, and then clanked loudly as it hit the floor. Now the smell was intense, clearly coming from this hole in the ground, and the sounds only intensified. Moans, grunts, and the sound of skin on skin echoed into Ebony's ears. A stairwell descended and a doorway at the end, the sounds clearly coming from the other side. It seemed likely she had found what she was looking for, and still had the element of surprise.

At least that's what she thought. In the rafters the frog demon Grok sat, watching her, waiting. Sure, it might lose some underlings, but he needed her distracted, and so he would follow her. He could practically taste the magical essence on her, and the thick prick between his thighs hardened slightly at the thought of seeing this vixen on her back, moaning as he took her.

[Assistant] Ebony stared down, frowning into the hole. The smell was horrible, and it made her sick. Taking in a deep breath, she cocked her pistol and listened silently. The sounds of moans and essentially sex filled the air, echoing from this hole. It caused a soft blush to cross her cheeks as she ran a hand through her hair. If she wasn't armed with magical powers and weapons, Ebony would have turned and high tailed it out of there. Taking a deep breath, she jumped down into the hole. She landed on the trap door, looking up to the opening of the hole. Silently, she began to walk through the door, her cheeks reddening as she heard the noises. Quickly, she kicked in the door and began to shoot magical bullets at anything that looked aggressive.

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The sight before Ebony was indeed one behold. It was a large room, undecorated, the walls seemingly covered in impenetrable darkness, while at its center was a large energy ball. Magic swirled and pulsed from it, as it drew in the power from the true draw. Throughout the room nearly a half a dozen women were in a state of sex, their eyes glazed as monstrous creatures took them hard in various states. So loud was the orgy that even Ebony's entrance into it didn't even turn a head. It wasn't until she began to fire that the creatures stopped what they were doing, causing the women to fall in a tired heap. They began to charge her, but she had the initiative, and range, so they were quickly falling under the hail of fire...

Grok dropped down from its hiding point, quickly moving the distance between the rafters, and where it Ebony had made her way in. It knew it had limited time, and it knew it just had to have Ebony. And as Ebony fired, it landed silently behind her, before its muscles tensed, and it sprung at her. If Ebony was perceptive, she might notice that sweet smell was closer now, and if not, she was likely to be just as surprised as the monsters she had just interrupted had been.

[Assistant] Ebony gagged softly at the scene, glaring as she continued to shoot down the monstrous creatures. Things like this disgusted her to no end. The creatures fell one after another to Ebony's liking. She took a step toward them, still shooting as she eyed the women. What exactly was going on here? Her eyes shifted to the giant orb of energy, not sure what to      make of it. As she continued to clear the room of monsters, a sweet smell met her nose. Turning quickly, Ebony caught sight of the frog demon dropping down behind her. While she had turned in time to see it, Ebony wasn't fast enough to stop it.

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The demon's reaction was a sneer as she turned, hoping he could beat her to the attack as she took notice of him. Time seemingly stood still as each tried to react more quickly. The end result was the frog demon proved to be slightly quickly, smashing into Ebony, putting its full weight behind it. With a thud, the pair hit the floor, and likely Ebony could place where the smell was coming from. The oil on its skin was causing it, and as it touched her bare skin, it seemed to become heated. It wasn't unpleasant, but it likely was distracting, especially with the thick, hard prick pressing between her thighs.

The frog demon's first reaction was to pin her arms down. Even if she got his oil on him, it wasn't as if the effect was instant, and if she shot him... well, considering the other monsters lay dead in the room, that seemed likely his fate. Still, instinct said he had to have her, to take her energy, and his pleasure from her. "Give it up, girl, you're all mine now!"

[Assistant] Ebony cursed loudly, screaming "Fuck!" as she was tackled by the creature. A sickeningly sweet scent filled the air around her as she realized the oil covering the beast was what was creating the scent. Said oil dripped down onto her neck, causing her to gasp as a sensation danced across her skin. Her shirt had been pushed up during the tackle, causing the oil to drip onto her bare stomach. The warmth spread through her body as the oil seeped through her jacket, covering her breasts. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she shot at him. However, the feeling of the prick that pressed between her thighs along with the heated body distracted her, causing her to miss her shot.

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Grok winced as the shot was fired, but only gave a toothy grin as it missed. Opening its mouth, its tongue rolled out, showing its inhuman length, it reached down, running over her cheek, licking and writhing against it, before moving towards her chest. The more of her bare flesh he exposed with the oil, the quicker its effects. "I'll enjoy taking every one of your holes, girl. You may have killed my brood, but the magic I'll drain from you will make it all worth while."

By now its prick had reached full length, precum dribbling lightly from the tip, a testament to what was about to happen if Ebony couldn't escape. Its tongue began to snake past her breasts, wrapping around her clothing, attempting to pull more of her top off, expose more of her skin, and cause her decent into debauchery that much more quicker.

[Assistant] Ebony growled softly as she missed, aiming her gun once more. When the tongue rolled out from the creature's mouth, it hit against her hand as it moved to her cheek. Her gun clattered to the floor. Ebony reached up, trying to get the tongue away, but all she succeeded in doing was getting the oil on her hands and lower arms. When the tongue ran down under her shirt to her chest, she let out a moan. "G..Get the fuck off!" she cried, reaching to try and pick up her gun. Her body was burning up, clouding her mind as she grinded her thighs together, a wetness forming on her crotch despite her attempts to resist. She began to fire at the creature, however, every shot missed. A panic was spreading over her, clouding her aim. When her top was pulled off, her gun clattered to the floor once more, falling away from her as it was caught and pulled up in her sleeve.

[User] The second time the gun fell from her hands, the creature named Grok immediately began to pull her away from them, causing his dick to shift against her crotch, only a thin layer of clothing separating her dampening nethers from the bulbous, bumpy glans. With her guns out of the way, the creature began to more actively attempt to strip her, making sure to rub his dick impatiently against her pants, the length rubbing at the join between her legs, likely stimulating her, but for the frog demon, it was for its own pleasure. It was impatient, something that may cost it its life it wasn't careful. It didn't hold her hands after all, more interested in dragging her away towards the orb, and attempting to pull her out of her clothing.

[Assistant] Ebony cried out as the creature's dick rubbed against her pants, the oils seeping through the thin layer of clothing. Her crotch dampened more and more, causing her legs to shift and twitch. Her clothing began to be removed. Ebony's jacket went first, then her shirt. She shivered as her skin was exposed. As the beast continued to grind against her and drag her, Ebony reached down to grab her second pistol. She moaned slightly, twitching as the warmth from the oil spread through her crotch, however, she managed to raise the pistol with a shaky hand and shoot it at him.

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So complacent was the frog demon, that he was enthralled on stripping her. Her clothing was steadily coming off. He was working on her tight jeans when the 'bang' went off. Had she been in normal shape, or gotten the shot off early, she would have hit him dead on in the head. As it stood, the small spurt of blood that trickled down from the new wound on the creature's cheek was a testament to her aim. It sat for a few seconds, clearly stunned an odd shocked expression on its face, before it reached for her hand, attempting to disarm her once and for all.

With one hand reaching for her gun, and one claw gripped into her pants to pull it down, Ebony found herself topless, but relatively unrestrained.

[Assistant] Ebony gasped in shock as her shot missed. The beast stopped, sitting on her as the blood dripped down it's cheek. Then, it began to try and pull her pants down while also reaching for the gun. Ebony desperately tried to push both hands away, but her lustful state resulted in shaky weak hands. Her pants slid down, revealing wet underwear, and her gun slid across the room, leaving her underneath the beast. Her body was burning with a heated lust that her mind was trying to fight off as she laid under the creature in nothing but her panties.

[User] "You're mine now." Grok the demon grunted, pushing aside her feeble attempts at stopping him aside. Pushing Ebony's legs apart, he gripped her firm ass, and pushed it up, resting her head in his lap, he pinned her arms with his powerful legs as he placed his face at her wet pussy. Letting his tongue drop down between her breasts, he gave her a good view before he began to lap at her nethers. Teasingly at first, before he began to push into her moist depths, the tongue writhing and twisting into her, going deeper and deeper into the prone magic girl, trying to coax an orgasm, and quell the last bit of resistance in her once and for all.

[Assistant] Ebony screamed, kicking and screaming in the frog creature's grasp as he pulled her up. Her legs were pushed firmed apart as he grabbed her ass and pulled it up, dragging her head onto his lap, where she could feel his throbbing cock underneath her head. As his tongue dropped down between her breasts, she gasped, "S... stop it damnit!" His tongue then moved, licking at her pussy lightly. Her back arched as her nipples became erect from the teasing. "S... stop!" she screamed, trying to kick her legs. Her legs wouldn't do anything by spasm as the tongue went deeper, threatening to steal her virginity. "S... stop! I'm a virgin!" she cried, struggled through soft moans and gasps.

[User] Pulling his long tongue out of her pussy, Grok grinned. "Thank you for telling me. When I take your virginity, I want to savor it with my dick, not with my tongue." He said simply, returning to his work, enjoying her pants and moans as he gave her head. By now she could feel its thick prick behind her head. It was thick and long, and the bumps on it were rather pronounced. Although what her thoughts on this being the thing that was going to take her virginity were unknown to the creature. Withdrawing his tongue, he pulled her onto his lap, letting his thick prick nestle between her legs once more. Pressing at the entrance of her pussy, he smirked. "Now I'm going to make you all mine..." With that, he began to push his dick into her, inch after inch disappearing into her, growing dangerously close to taking her virginity...


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Eladir went silent as he started to pick up his pace. He thrusted both finger and cock wildly into both of Tellara's holes. He balls slapped against her thighs, every time he pushed into her, and every time he did, he pushed in with such force, that his cock was digging deeper and deeper into her with every push. He held his non active hands onto her asscheek, slowly he started to spank her, while he continued pounding her. He started to pant and moan again, his tongue rolling out his mouth, and his eyes went up towards the sky in pleasure.

Two of the sabers was now getting focused at her left nipples, lapping eagerly onto it, while the third was focused at her right nipple, suckling and licking at it. The female sabers growled lowly, only to be answered with a smaller mewl. Under the shadow of a tree, on Tellara's front, sit a smaller saber, it was no alpha, far from it. It looked out curiously at Tellara, this one was a male, it was clear to see due to the large red dick standing under it belly. The small saber licked its muzzle, while continuing watching the actions in front, not sure of what to do.

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Tellara suddenly noticed this new sabre in their midst. She looked at it with hungry eyes, wanting more and more pleasure even as the blood elf administered it at a debilitating level. Her bestial yellow eyes beckoned it forth as it began padding towards her with a lick of its lips. She gripped the firm red cock in her dainty yet forceful hand, and started sucking on it vigorously, grinning as the sabre let out a soft purring yowl.

Tellara moaned uncontrollably as her ass and womanhood were pounded in equal measure, although it was a sound muffled by the filling contents of her mouth. She noted with disappointment that the stamina of the small nightsabre was nowhere near the blood elf's, as the sticky hot White liquid poured into her mouth. She didn't let go of the nightsabre though, her tongue lapping at it's convulsing cock, As she heard herself moaning in deafening volume, coming close to climax as she felt Eladir's manhood pounding at her soft pussy.

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The panting blood elf leaned over Tellara, wrapping an arm around her. He moaned out loud, which indicating that he was getting closer. He looked up at her, sucking the small saber, smiling. He looked at the three female sabers, wandering around them in circles, not knowing what to do. He got up at his knees again, and pulled his thumb out of Tellara's rosebud, he smirked and spread the one of the asscheek again, nodding at one of the saber. He jumped up onto the night elfs back, and then leaned its head down to let its rough tongue slide over and inside her slight opened butthole.

He looked at the second female saber, and placed the finger he had inside Tellara before, over her clit, which made the curious saber crawl under her, and slide its long tongue across his balls and over the kal'doreis clit. Meanwhile Eladir started to fuck slower, but much harder, almost throwing Tellara forward every time he pushed in. He also massaged her one asscheek, sometimes pressing her puckered hole onto the wet rough cat tongue inside her.

The third female saber wandered a little in circles, still not knowing what to do, but then it saw the male saber cum and it walked over to join Tellara in the licking of the sabers manhood. The female saber gently pushed Tellara's head to the other side of the cock, as she started to lap her tongue over the red rod on the smaller saber, causing it to purr and growl loudly, and even remain hard while starting to slowly drip precum again.

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Tellara could really feel Eladir now. She moaned loudly, gasping as she felt all the contours of the 13 inch dick inside of her, sliding slowly in and out as she felt herself tighten around him. The nightsabre sent her over the edge as she felt it's textured Tongue slide across her butt hole. She felt as if she was coming close to her orgasm, knowing it would be any time now. And, as Tellara reflected on the day's events, she couldn't have hoped for a better night out. Yet something strange happened, as Tellara felt Eladir's huge member pounding her, and the nightsabres nipping and licking all over.

Her mana started fluctuating. She tried to keep it down, but just lost her grip more and more as she moaned in pleasure. All around them, blades of grass reached to stretch skywards, and trees and saplings grew exponentially, as Tellara felt her orgasm coming on. With all her mana flowing from her, Tellara felt like she was going to explode. She moaned with delight as the magical energies crackled across her body, making her skin tingle on top of all her other sensations. She couldn't hold it any more, her skin lit up, and she shone with the light of the very moon that watched them, as she came to her climax under the gaze of nature.

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Eladir didn't notice much of what happened around him and Tellara, he continued pounding into her, quite furiously now. Seeing the sabers work on her drove him over, pushing him into a sexual overdrive. His balls was slapping hard against her thighs, his thrusts turning to be rapid. Every time he pushed in, he was digging his cock good and deep into her. He moaned loud, only interrupted by his own panting. When he felt her orgasming, and her cunt spasming and clenching onto his dick, he roared out. He thrusted one more time, and then he came. He spurted a heavy load of semen deep into the night elf.

He leaned over her body, causing the sabers to growl and jump back. He held onto her, as he kept filling her with his seed. He came like a waterfall, it must have been quite a long time since he last had a chance for any fun like this. The saber roared along with Eladir, circling around the two of them, until Eladir plugged himself out, lying down onto his back. As the semen dripped out of Tellara's cunt, the nightsabres was quick, all four of them. They started t o push and lap onto her punished cunt, attempting to get all the cum.

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Tellara just collapsed, it being all she could do at this point. Something that looked akin to green lightning arced across her body, before fizzling out. She felt like she could take no more, even as the sabees crowded around her dripping pussy, but she was much too exhausted to stop them, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted. Tellara slid her back up against a tree, so she could see Eladir over the pack of lusty sabres, still lapping at the mess of fluids pouring from her.

She held a Hand to one of their snouts, stroking it in loving affection, but this only prompted it to divert it's attention to her heaving breasts. She looked at her exhausted mate, smiling tiredly at him from behind the nightsabres. With a grin, and a decline in panting, Tellara spoke up, words protruding between pants of exertion. "So... What do you think... of Goldshire now?" she asked, smiling warmly at her blood elf friend.

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Eladir lied back panting. His cock returned to a non erect stage, lying down his thigh. He looked up into the sky, slowly getting more and more control over his breathing, until he in he end finally got completely control. He smiled and lied his hands behind his back, resting oh so wonderful. "Well, I do find it very pleasing, thank you my lovely Kal'dorei."

He smiled, quickly throwing a smile to Tellara, but was soon blocked by the nightsabre, who all surrounded Tellara. The male saber stood in front, his big, red rod was still standing beneath his body. He licked at her big breasts, especially her nipples, before placing his paws onto her shoulder, raising himself so that the rod was standing right in front of her face. He growled, two female sabers joined in to lick at each side of the big manhood, this stimulation caused it to grow even more, and it seemed even bigger than the blood elf. The third female saber was behind, licking at the sack of the male saber, which might have caused the extra growth. The male saber leans its head down, to slide its rough tongue over Tellara's neck, slowly thrusting its hips back and forth, moving the cock closer to Tellara's face, and then away.


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Dax watched curiously, but as she saw the imp flicker to life, she realized, suddenly, why the house smelled like a demon's backside; the man she had slept with was a warlock. On top of that, she was now in his clutches, and at his mercy. She tensed for a moment, watching as it scrambled over to him. She had killed more than her fair share in the time she had been adventuring.

In all that time however, she had never seen what she saw now. A cock, a barbed cock, which grew out from the furry patch at its groin. She blinked, watching it, with part fascination, and part revulsion. She could smell it, even over the rest of the room, like grime and musk, dirty. Her face screwed and she was about to crack a joke, when Kellin told it to fuck her.

"Now, wait jus' a...!" Before she could get the words to leave her mouth, the creature had launched itself into the air. She tried to twist, to roll away, but it was on top of her before she could do anything about it. It was surprisingly strong, and too damn close. She snarled, but as its large, barbed member slammed into her mouth, the spines jabbed into her lips, causing her to cry out... which, in turn gave the imp the opening it needed to get the rest of the length into her gaping maw. Her eyes went wide, but it was too late. The pecker was driving back towards her throat. Grabbing the imp, she held onto it, knowing that if she pulled back the barbs would catch on the inside of her mouth. Regardless, she still needed a grip on it.

Up close, it stank even more, like the dirtiest, most rotten crotch that had ever been shoved against her. The musky smell, however, sent a warm sensation racing through her body. Her eyes pivoted, trying to look at Kellin, to see what he was doing...

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The barbs of the penis were more rounded, and flabby than spiked. So when the imp began to pull back they had not dug into the skin of her mouth to cause blood. But still, his length was amazing. The length of the impish cock was enough to probably reach the back of her throat once the imp had been fully aroused. And now, it seems Kellin was also sporting a rather stiff cock as well.

"My-my, its been a while since my little imp has gotten a good fuck out. But, he cant be the only one to have fun now right?" He asked in a laughed, approaching her and kneeling down near her legs. He nearly forced them apart wide on the bed, to expose her slit now to the darkness of the room. "I wonder, if the soreness from last night has made you even more sensitive down here now?" He questioned, shoving three fingers into his mouth, fallowed by then driving the three fingers into her goblin pussy, not even an attempt at slowly building it up. All the while, the goblin continued to face-fuck her like it's life depended on it.

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He was right, damn him. He was absolutely right. Dax's body had not yet fully recovered from the previous night, although a good night's sleep had given it some time to recuperate. Not enough, though. Oh no, most definitely not enough. Absolutely positively not enough. As her legs were yanked roughly apart, she could already feel her tortured pussy whimper in anticipation. There was no way to clamp them together, so she waited for the impact, and was not disappointed. Her cunt was just starting to get wet when his three fingers drove into her. Without his saliva, the pain would have been intense, but with it, the normal sensation of her tight passage being parted was merely amplified. Her entire body would jerk, simultaneously, like a marionette with a particularly sadistic puppet master.

Beyond this, she could feel the imp's cock swell in her mouth. The swollen cock head began to push through the back of her throat, and the length resting on her tongue began to be too much for her to even attempt breathing through anything but her nose. Her gag reflex was weak, but she could not help but choke. For such a tiny creature, its cock was massive, and still growing. Still! It was almost beyond belief. And even then, the imp was pulling back and slamming forward, driving the thickening length further and further into her throat. His groin smashed against her face, repeatedly, leaving it to throb. It was rough, it was very rough.

The slut within her had stirred. The more, the merrier. She could take this. She would take this. And she would enjoy the ride.

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As Kellin slowly moved his fingers in and out of her sore pussy, the Imp at her face suddenly let loose a scream, giving one scream, out of nowhere, fallowed by what felt like a stream of really, really hot and thick liquids pouring down the back of her throat. The load was small, but it was mighty strong. The taste of demon cum would be different from normal human sperm. In the fact that it had a sweet taste to it, rather than salt. It almost had a magical effect too, adding a desire to those weaker willed to want more of the corrupting juice. Oh yea, it was corrupting. A fact Kellin forgot to mention. The more a mortal takes in demonic semen, the more the mortal's sexual drive will grow. The more they will desire sex, anytime, all the time.

As the Imp finished it's climax, It's eyes rolled back in it's head as it held onto her head in relaxation. But Kellin would have none of that. Removing his finger from her slit he reached up and grabbed the imp by the neck, hissing something in demonic as he tossed the imp back hard, it's member ripping out of her mouth with a few streams of cum following it. As the imp hit the back wall, it disappeared. Having been returned to it's original origin. "Well, how was that? Enjoying the taste of the demonic seed now within your belly?"

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Dax coughed for several moments. She had swallowed every last drop, leaving herself momentarily out of breath. The taste of the imp's seed lingered, however, and she could not help but feel warmer and more sensitive. It was immediately noticeable as she slowly raised herself to stare at him. The slightest movement of skin against the fabric of the bed was enough to distract her, momentarily. She took a deep breath, grinning as she did so.

"It's good. Warm. Interestin'. Yah got any more?" She teased, licking her lips. Or, was she teasing? She was not entirely sure. Still, she looked at him, as if waiting for him to do something. Was he going to come in for round two, or did he have something else planned? She smirked, tilting her head to the side.

She barely felt her pussy start to leak onto the bed, she was so wet.

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Kellin grinned, these were the words he liked to hear. He had called his Imp to do just that, knowing it would only last a short while. "Oh, well if my little slut wishes it." He said sarcastically. Turning to another portal and muttering again in demonic. This time a different rune activated, and out of it came a large, hulking mass of black shadow. It had eyes, and that was all that stood out. The shadowy glob crept forward, to stand besides it's master. As Kellin turned to face the Goblin girl, he smirked and said. "I hope you're ready to reach our limits." And with that, the black mass sprouted nearly a dozen long, black and shadowy testicles. Four of which wrapped around her arms and legs, attempting to lift her into the air before the two demonic being.

"This, is where things get interesting." He said, as a fifth tentacle moved into position in front of her cunt... And another moved behind her, in position of her ass. "Have you ever been impaled by a Voidwalker before? Now mind you wont die... But you'll feel every bit of my little pet as it enters your body one way, and leaves another." He was nearly laughing like a mad-man now, as the long black appendage in front of her slit began to inch closer, and suddenly drove fast into her pussy, holding it's position.