Academy Days: Outcasts – 8 [🖤🖤🖤]
It’s a full moon tonight, and Fracti insisted you help her walk Cherry. The streets around campus are cleared out, students keeping to their homes as the semester’s final exams loom less than a week from now. Fracti is practically in lockstep with you, hiding behind her bangs as Cherry zooms from one side of the street to the other. She hasn’t transformed into a giant dog yet, but she insists on wearing her collar for when it does happen.
You are Wednesday, and you are only slightly disappointed you won’t be alone to have a feral wolfhound dragging you around. To think you brought a jar of peanut butter with you…what were you thinking? That Fracti would let you slink off with her transformed friend?
Whatever. You don’t care. Not at all.
(You care immensely.)
“You know, Wednesday…” Fracti walks closer to you, swaying hips inches from yours. “I never got how you ended up here. In Camelot University, I mean.”
“As anyone gets here, I suppose.”
Fracti giggled. Not in the gentle way either, more the teasing, ‘I know something you don’t’ way. That’s gotten more frequent lately. She walks ahead of you, swaying her hips in another way that’s gotten more frequent, and turns to look at you. Almost like she’s trying to catch you in the act.
“I know for a fact that everyone has a different story for getting to Camelot University. Senator’s children, small town golden hopefuls, and those who simply ‘ended up’ here. See, Cherry is an orphan from the Boreal wastes.”
“Orphan since I was six!” Cherry bounds from the tree was shaking around for a cat to walk beside you. “A friend of mine said I should try out Camelot University, and I did!” She pauses. “I did a lot of property damage before I ended up enrolled, something about ‘not an adult’ and ‘foster care homes’ but funkyface seriousdude sorted it all out for me.”
“That…sounds interesting.”
“See?” Fracti beams. “We’re all a bit special.”
This is veering into dangerously personal territory.
“Not me.” You assert, scratching your ‘familiar’ under the chin.
Grim was the result of your self-fertilization experiment. You couldn’t summon him back, but someone in Haven went through the trouble of paying a ‘familiar’s fare’ to get him to carry instructions from home and take the train all the way to Camelot. The unique circumstances behind his parentage gave the imp a rather unintimidating base form and an annoying sense of independence. He did make for a wonderful raven, though.
“Don’t be silly, miss ‘Top Five Overall,’” Cherry, doubtless the source of both, pokes you in the cheek. You don’t blink. “Fracti’s a super-special-druidic-flower-child-priestess-girl!”
“I have no idea what that means.”
Fracti bashfully looks off into the waning moon. Of course, you know she’s struggled with large crowds and self-confidence despite her incredible skill. You can fill in the gaps. There is no need for her to—
“…I was once chosen among a prominent druidic faction. That faction has now disappeared, and I am the only survivor. Eventually, I ended up here.”
That’s significantly more than you wanted to know. She’s probably witnessed some sort of cult suicide pact or otherwise tragic event. Right, the fruit bowl thing. Is she trying to get you to ask questions about her sad backstory? Fine then, two can play at that game.
“I was raised by a big family.”
That’s an understatement. Your first memories are of nursing from Lord Quinn’s bosom before your sperm donor ripped you from her arms and slapped you in chains. You enjoyed it, of course, especially when he came back the next day to ravish you. Your family only grew from there, the hold growing heavier with your lewd siblings as the orgies grew more debauched by the day. It became a competition to see who could fuck the most pirates, one in which you’d worked hard to fluff up that beast, Saw, only for Monday to steal his massive rod from you.
Bitch.
“We were well off enough for a mansion, and some servants.”
More like a pocket reality. It was harsh the first couple days. When Lord Quinn returned, she remade the desolate plane into a vibrant paradise of perversion. She even allowed you all to choose where your mansions went, and was quick to give you some younger siblings to look up to you all. A few even found your laconic character and gloomy mansion worth following…
How are Locust, Horsechestnut, and Dogwood doing, anyways? Tuesday better be keeping them in line.
“I wanted to improve, so I took the opportunity to come here.”
Fracti slants her head and nods, as if she was expecting that answer. Cherry is busy stuffing her head down a burrow, wagging her tail and massive ass about. The two of them are almost endearing, in their blissfully oblivious way.
Fracti leans closer, hugging your wing into her soft chest. You walk normally, though one of your talons digs a bit deep into the cobblestone. She and Cherry have been acting odd lately. More…touchy. Brushes here and there, whispers a bit to close to your ears, big hugs stuffing your face into their tits…
If you didn’t know any better, you’d say they’d have some DESIRE for you. But you sense none of it, not even a tremble.
“Wednesday?” Fracti looks at you with one big, teal eye. “You’ll still be here next semester, right?”
“Getting attached?” You stop scratching Grim and roll your eyes. “You shouldn’t. If I feel I’ve learned enough, I’ll leave.”
“Have you, though?” Fracti cocks her head and extends a wing for Grim.
The traitorous imp eagerly hops onto Fracti’s wing and trills happily as she scratches him deep under his plumage. After all the effort you went through into birthing him, the bastard is always willing to get pampered by Fracti and Cherry.
“…No. There is still much to be learned. Magic, abilities, character…” Grim shrinks a bit from the glower you send his way. “Camelot will suffer my presence a while longer.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Fracti wraps her wings around you and pulls you tight into her embrace. “I’m happy to have another semester with you at our side!”
“Yay! Group hug!” A voice comes from behind you, both you and Fracti getting lifted into the air for a crushing hug. “Is that a yes yet? Isitistisitisit?!”
“Cherry—! Too hard!” Fracti wheezes.
“Oh, sorry. Hehe…” She sheepishly puts you both down. “Soooooo? Is Wednesday…?”
“We didn’t get there yet.” Fracti sighs, then turns to you. “Cherry and I are considering saving our scholarship money and living together. We were wondering…would you join us?”
Wow. It appears they believe to be close to you. Your eyebrow twitches upwards in surprise.
True, they are convenient sources of DESIRE every now and then. And there’s no denying their magical skills are top-notch. However, you’ve always been one for privacy. Not to mention with Grim around, your subsistence-level DESIRE management will be a lot easier to manage. No, the risk outweighs the benefits. There have been enough close calls as is.
“I’ll have to refuse.” You shake your head and try to ignore Cherry’s flattening ears. “I value my privacy.”
The two glance at each other, the light of the full moon glimmering in their eyes. Something about this tickles your instincts. Almost like déjà vu.
“Ooooooh! I get it.” Cherry claps her hands together. “She doesn’t remember yet!”
Remember? What is there to remember? Come to think of it, why hasn’t Cherry turned into a wolfhound yet? You’ve been walking in the park for a while now. Something tickles at the edge of your consciousness…Fracti approaches you with a gentle, knowing smile and brings her wing-hands up to your face.
Click.
A collar clicks around your neck.
“What?”
Fracti giggles. This is almost like some perverted situation. But…their DESIRE is nonexistent. As still as ice. Despite this, your heart thunders in your chest, a mounting fear mixing with arousal. You reach into the bag and lift the peanut butter jar, dreadful suspicion rising as you twist it open.
Your heart drops. It’s empty. You bought this yesterday.
“Told you she’d check the peanut butter again.” Fracti purrs and grabs your left wing.
“Darn!” Cherry’s voice deepens into a growl as her soft curves harden into rippling muscles and she grabs your right wing. “I wanted to lick it all off her again!”
Again?
“What is happening?” You demand, setting your face in mild irritation. “What are you—Ah~!”
This doesn’t make sense. This doesn’t make sense at all! Fracti nibbles on your ear as Cherry mashes her claws against your breasts. This…this is lewd! Fracti kisses your cheek, your neck, licking from your collarbone to your ear. Cherry molests your body roughly, grinding her crotch against your hips with pleased growls.
Neither is feeling any DESIRE!
“Relax, Wednesday.” Fracti whispers in your ear with a giggle. “This isn’t the first time we’ve done this~”
“Yuppers!” Cherry’s wolfish snout rests on your shoulder, her eight-foot frame hunching unnaturally so that you can see yourself reflected in her massive fangs. “This is the thirdsies! We have so much fun the last two nights!”
The third night? How come you don’t remember? How do they know all your weak points so well? And why oh why, despite all your biting lips and squirming body, do you not feel any damn DESIRE, not even your own? Cherry wraps her arm around your body, pressing your back into her rock-hard abs, before her other arm puts you in a chokehold. She continues to grow, her clothes tearing into strips that barely cover her, right in the middle of the public park.
“Allow me…” Fracti licks her lips and begins peeling off your clothes. She pauses when your pussy is freed into the night air, breathing huskily on your glistening sex. “Wow…it’s as good as new.”
You don’t need air, but the erotic asphyxiation combined with Fracti’s salacious strip tease makes you more lightheaded than you would like to admit. Her delicious tits bounce about as she gets closer, rubbing herself on your body like a bitch in heat.
“Fracti…can’t breathe.” You mime a gasp.
“After yesterday, I don’t think you need to breathe.” Fracti gropes your tits, her feathers dance across your body in light brushes and flitting motions that drive you even crazier. “Your body, you are perfect, Wednesday. You will be the cure.”
“Fractiiii, stop teasing her! Let’s have fun already!”
Where is Grim? None of this makes sense. None at all. Your eyes dart in every direction, seeking a type of answer. Then, you spot it. Tree roots, entwined in a circle around you. Sigils and runes made of moss line their surface, far more complicated than you ever could have conceived of. Fracti follows your gaze and her smile widens.
“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll see what that’s for very soon.” She kisses you between your breasts, along your collar bone, up your neck—
Pain. You recoil from Fracti’s bite, black blood staining her smiling lips. She’s surprised for a moment, but the flush in her cheeks only deepens as she runs her fingers over your wound.
“Black blood? Fitting…You’ve saved us, Wednesday. You’ve woken us from a slow death.” She rubs your blood over her lips and over her eyelids, her innocent face shifting into a gothic vixen’s.
“Oh, oh, do me! Do me!” Cherry cheers, and Fracti leans up to decorate a chuckling Cherry’s eyelids with bloody eye shadow of her own, messily applied and savage.
Black stained lips and come-hither eyes grin at you ecstatically.
“You’ve made us into women, Wednesday. Be a good girl and…Take responsibility~”
She mashes her tits into yours and embraces you. Your entire body writhes as she pleasures you, her soft curves pushing you deeper onto Cherry’s fuzzy, musclebound one. A shift occurs, and Fracti’s wings melt into a delicate pair of hands, which she uses to force your face onto hers in a sloppy kiss. At the same time, there’s shifts between Cherry’s legs. Something long and slimy unfurls from between her legs, and a massive, throbbing tentacle wraps around your leg, almost licking up the feminine arousal running down your legs.
“Here comes the fun!~” Cherry grabs your hips in preparation.
“I know how embarrassed you get when you get hit with too much pleasure.” Fracti breaks the kiss to explain, then raises her hand as if to snap her fingers. “So I promise I’ll close my eyes when I break the seal.”
The seal? Your eyes widen in panic and Fracti closes her with a smile. She snaps her fingers.
Cherry’s dolphin cock plunges into your asshole, widening it by five inches as it squirms deeper and deeper inside you. The DESIRE finally hits you, a tsunami unlike you’d ever experienced before lighting all your neurons and turning your vision white. Somewhere along the line, you scream in pleasure, eyes rolling back and mascara running down your face, but you can’t hear yourself, let alone think, as the dolphin cock wiggles around your guts until it finds the exit. Your guts get rearranged and you keep squirting out of your pussy as you cum your brains out, your screams dying down as something comes up your throat. It bulges and a dick erupts out of your mouth, squirting precum into the air like cummy fireworks to land on your own ahegao.
Somewhere in this mess of continuous orgasms, memories resurface.
You hold your sloshing belly between your wings, Cherry’s muscular arms spreading your legs apart as she shoves her knot as deep as it can go inside you. Fracti watches with a pleasant smile as she fingers herself. ‘Good girl, Wednesday,’ she coos. ‘Good girl.’ You try to glare at her, but your eyes cross as Cherry howls out and your swollen stomach balloons out some more. You look up to find Fracti rubbing her pussy even faster, and she bites her bottom lip as a spray of feminine arousal douses your face. Instead of spitting it out, maintaining the illusion of a dutiful, respectable harpy, you play with your boobs and swallow it all with your tongue lolled out. Fracti gasps and cums some more.
You come to find Fracti’s juicy ass rocking back and forth in front of you, sometimes so close your nose is buried between her soft ass cheeks. You’re suspended from Cherry’s cock, the massive tentacle squirming through you and into Fracti’s squirting pussy. Not only are you being used as a cocksleeve, but the cock twirls all the way through you, out your mouth and into Fracti! Every time the tentacock retracts, you can taste Fracti’s nectar sliding across your tongue, right before it shoots back inside her. You hold your wings to your stomach, feeling the indent of the roiling cock squirm across the surface. The thought alone is enough for you to spray arousal out of your untended cunt, your long tongue wrapping around the cock bursting from your throat to pleasure it even more.
“Ahn!~ Harder Cherry!~ Deeper!~ She loves being used!~” Fracti moans louder as she rubs her breasts together, then pauses in a strangled gasp. “OH! …Hey guys?”
Cherry stops thrusting you into, pulling out enough for a splatter of cum to leak from Fracti’s pussy. She moves so you can see three familiar faces watching in mute horror.
“Heya Flay! Hi Spiritsteel! How’s it going, Inkbert?” Cherry waves.
“Uuuh…”
“What manner of insanity hast we interrupted?”
“Is that…Wednesday hanging from Cherry’s crotch?”
Your face flushes and another gush of arousal trickles from your cock-hungry cunny.
“Oh dear…” Fracti cups her cheek. “Well, the more the merrier.”
She flings her hand and the DESIRE dips…only to resurge as the trio fall to their knees and yell out in a simultaneous orgasm. Fracti watches them with an amused expression, then turns to you. Your heart skips a beat when she grabs you by your collar and rips you off Cherry’s dolphin cock, the member slapping out of your insides like a rubber band. Your talons spasm from the vicious aftermath of having a twenty-foot cock whip around your insides, your widened asshole twitching from the relentless assault. You almost collapse to your hands and knees, but Fracti just brings you up by your collar to mash her lips into yours.
“Mmmm~ your mouth tastes like all of our love…Cherry, why don’t you get the others ready?”
“Oki doki!”
The amazonian kobold skips away, leaving you gasping against Fracti’s curvy body. She brings her hands between her legs, her face growing redder and more excited as she rubs her clitoris, which begins to grow…until her cock is gliding against your labia, throbbing excitedly. She whispers all the things she wants to do to you in your ear, bucking her hips to guide her cock just past your desperate womanhood.
“We’re going to shower the world in your arousal, Wednesday~ Everyone will taste the pleasure you offer, then spread it among the afflicted. We’ll save the world, by parading you around to be experienced by everyone.” Her cockhead glides around your pussy and you’re struggling not to squirm, react, or moan as she lingers on all your weak spots. You’re failing. “That’s it~ You’ll be an icon, a fertility idol for all of Prillia…Balance will be restored!~”
She kisses you along your neck, your inner folds desperately squeezing at what little of her cock she stirs inside you. She pulls you closer and shudders, warm splooge creaming only the first few inches of your insides. Fracti teases you for what feels like hours, your eyes rolling back as she assaults the barest edges of your weakest g-spots. Then, all at once, she pulls out, her cummy dick throbbing excitedly. She whispers into your ear and drags you to the ground by your collar.
“Not yet, Wednesday. I know you want it sooo bad~” You turn to glare at the giddy harpy, but her smile only widens further. “…but not yet.”
There’s some sort of magic connecting her hand to your collar, a type of arcane leash. You don’t have much time to analyze it, as someone begins playing with your thighs and slapping something thick against your wet slit.
“Bolin’s hammer, I never thought a harpy girl would get my engine running!” Flay laughs as she slaps the meaty thing between your thighs.
Your mouth parts when you notice the monster dangling between her legs. A twenty-inch cock with a corkscrew tip, resting proudly atop a pair of testicles the size of coconuts. These genitals do not belong on any humanoid, let alone a four-foot-nothing dwarf woman. At least she’s still wearing her leather jerkin.
“Like it? I was gonna sell a set of dried boar genitals to an alchemist…but it turns out, Cherry found a better use for it!” She guffaws. “She blew it up like a balloon, slapped it between my legs, and bam! Pig dick!”
“So you’re what? Going to shove a reanimated boar dick inside me and fill my womb with its gross, beastly sperm?” You growl, hoping Flay won’t notice the growing slickness between your legs. “Isn’t that necromancy?”
“Uh…Cherry is this necromancy?” Despite her worries, the horny dwarf doesn’t stop stroking the member. “’Cause it did come from a dead direboar.”
“Nopers!” Cherry responds. “It’s mostly your blood and some borrowed biomass. No souls, spirits, or ghoulies involved!”
“Neat.” Flay leers, the head of the corkscrew teasing your entrance. “Let’s take you for a ride.”
Flay thrusts herself inside you, your slick walls hungrily giving way for the terrible member. Fracti hums happily, fingering herself as you bite your lip and try to hold your composure. It gets harder for you when Fracti pulls you along on your leash, forcing you to walk on all fours while your eyes flutter and Flay fucks you at an increasingly vigorous pace. Fracti walks you in a circle, and you keep your face away from Flay as the pleasure mounts higher, Fracti walks you faster, and Flay fucks ever deeper inside you.
“Some-something’s coming!~” Flay grunts, her massive member twitching inside you.
Your tongue lolls out as a thick, gooey mass of reanimated pig cum invades your insides, gurgling inside your womb and stretching it out. You walk even faster, but Flay hops on your back, twitching hips still thrusting the massive payload into you. Fracti hums happily, her cock shooting thick strands of jism on your face. Purely by coincidence, not at all because you were keeping your face close to her crotch as you whorishly panted.
Flay’s balls aren’t for show; she wraps her muscular legs around your waist and trmebles some more as another fat load of boar jizz fills your insides. You swell some more, and more, until you look three months pregnant. Flay hops off of you, her cock snapping out of your widened pussy and a flood of near-gelatinous, yellow cum floods out of you. A spray of dirty monster seed follows your climax, splattering Flay’s thighs in the results of her hard work.
“Are…are you happy?” You growl, rubbing the dense swell of your womb. “You’ve just stuffed me with over a gallon’s worth of boar semen.”
Flay open her mouth to ask a question, probably a stupid one regarding how you could possibly know how much cum she shot inside you, when a shadow looms overhead. Spiritsteel, as naked as the day she was born, casts a long shadow. She’s bashfully holding her breasts, much bigger than you thought possible under her armor, glowing blue streams of energy gathering along her body.
Mostly congregating into a glowing, throbbing, horsecock underneath her. By the way she winces and drool runs down her chin every time it slaps against her stomach, she can feel every inch of the magical member.
Another spurt of monster cum poots out of your pussy.
“Ahnn, Fracti!~” Spiritsteel shudders and gropes her boobs. “The spirits from the armors…they lust for Wednesday’s tight womanhood!~”
“I know, Spiritsteel. Let’s fix that~” Fracti turns her lidded gaze to you, and her finger points to the ground. “Down, girl~”
Instantly, the collar pulls your face into the ground and your ass high in the air. Hooves clop to your sides and you’re grateful that your face is deep in the grass where nobody can see your barely restrained excitement. Spiritsteel’s mass lowers into you, the tip of her ghostly cock spreading apart your entrance in a cold embrace. You bite the earth as the rod glides into you, filling you with a sensation between cold and electric. Spiritsteel’s moan of pleasure drowns out your own, every inch of her cock thrumming within you.
“Oh Wednesday~” Fracti sighs wistfully. “I can see through Spiritsteel’s cock~ Your insides look so cute!~ I can see your womb, just begging to be violated~ Deeper, Spiritsteel!~”
Spiritsteel slams herself deeper, popping into your cervix and sending jolts of painful pleasure dancing through your body.
“I can see everything Flay left inside you!~ Sun and stars, you can take so much!~” Fracti moans.
You barely hear her, your senses are a buzzing ringing in the background compared to the immensity of the horsecock slamming into you. Every time she pulls up, your entire body follows before gravity pulls you back down to be dicked into the earth again. Your tears of pleasure mix into the dirt, limbs twitching as you feel a the mounting DESIRE echoing through Spiritsteel’s cock like an army’s roar.
“I-I-We’re cumminggggg!~” Spiritsteel’s voice echoes as one among many.
A storm gushes into you, stuffing your womb with something like jizz, but not.
When you swell more, for a moment you fear your womb will burst, only for the not-cum to wash through the rest of your body in a flood of DESIRE, and something more. Awareness hits you like a train and you scream out in a storm of voices as ghostly wisps erupt from your glowing eyes and mouth. Spiritsteel trots back in confusion, and you flop yourself over to hold your swollen belly with a frown.
The glowing dissipates, but you’re left looking like a six-month pregnant harpy that’s been dragged through the mud. Despite this, you manage to scowl at a somewhat reticent Spiritsteel.
“What. The fuck. Was that?” Maybe they’ll take your labored breathing as barely restrained rage.
“Don’t know, it’s my turn!~” Inkbert lifts your hips up and glides his cock up and down your abused labia. He pauses, but not because of your glare or your shuddering breath. “Damn, I’m not sure my penis can fit inside you…Flay and Spiritsteel have widened you like crazy.”
“Maybe you’ve just got a small dick.” You glare at Inkbert over your bloated belly.
“No, I saw how it looked before Flay had her fun.” Cherry leans over and whispers something in his ear. “Really? Are you sure that’s how…well, okay.”
Cherry puts a claw on your stomach, her wolfish grin growing with a giggle as a batch of black spreads from her claw across your skin. Inkbert follows her lead, brushing his hand across your belly and commanding the ink Cherry put in your skin to form words and symbols. Burning shame fills you as you see the hearts ring your bloated stomach, phrases like ‘BIG and BREEDABLE’, ‘LOVES MONSTERCOCK’, and ‘F+C+W=LOTS OF BABIES!’ dancing across your body. You bite your lip and your pussy tightens in excitement, which Inkbert takes full advantage of.
He holds your hips up, bouncing your tits and bloated belly as you struggle to keep glaring at him, your traitorous pussy massaging his rod as tight as it can. Perhaps your pride will be assuaged if you refer to Inkbert as Tatt, now that he’s shoving his cock inside you. You find your gaze focused on that pointy chin.
No, he will remain as Inkbert in your mind.
"This isn't your normal human cock! Taste my super INK BLAST GOOOOO!"
Your eyes nearly cross as he throws his head back and shoots his seed and something else inside. You can’t believe a guy named Inkbert came inside you. That alone is more humiliating than anything else that’s happened today.
"Did you literally just shoot ink inside me?"
He has the gall to innocently shrug. You reach between your legs, dragging a blob of recently fired sperm stained black as night. He withers under your glare.
“I can’t take it anymore! She’s so sexy and breedable!~” Cherry howls, ripping Inkbert off you and holding her softball-sized knot against your creampied pussy. Her heart pumps with yours through your aroused sexes. “I hope you’re ready, Wednesday! I’m gonna fill you with a bunch of cute puppies!~”
The bright red cock you’ve been dreaming of for months hovers over you. All twenty inches. A long strand of pre runs down the length, rolling around her fat knot before kissing your salivating pussy lips, leaving a trail of fire where it passes. If that monster gets inside you, it’s an instant loss. You will never be able to go back. You’ll spend the rest of your life in a collar, heavy with her puppies, gorging yourself on her cock from dawn to dusk.
Your wings hide your mouth as a spray of femcum erupts around the knot, but they do nothing to hide the hearts in your eyes.
Cherry licks her chops, her massive breasts heaving as her muscled body flexes with power. She pulls your talons to the ground by your head and leans closer to you, her mammoth tits smothering everything below your nose. Your pussy tastes air, a last breath of freedom as Cherry angles her hips back, the teasing tip of her mighty cock dancing just below your clit…
And her mass engulfs your insides, slamming its way through you with enough force to make your muffled scream reach through her mountainous tits.
Your slutty cunt swallows her entirely, her knot easily slipping into you and getting stuck, as if you were meant to be nothing more than the eternal cumsock for this amazonian wolfgirl. Her jaws snap by your ears as she dicks you into the ground with enough force to push you inches deep, but the rough treatment only makes the pleasure skyrocket. Your insides mold to fit her cock, squeezing and milking everything they possibly can from the growling kobold girl’s fat red rocket.
“You’re so tight!~ I’m gonna stuff you with so much cummies!~”
She lifts you up by your legs, your wings grip on your ankles taught enough for you to be used as a portable onahole as she bounces you on her cock. Her jiggling tits bounce around your face, your amorous gaze fixed on her gnashing jaws. She lifts you up enough to meet your begging face in a kiss, her knot spreading your pussy lips so far apart you fear she might break you. Her tongue invades your throat, yours dancing with hers and tickling her sharpest teeth, before she rips your faces apart and flips you around. The others are treated to your amorous expression, a soft smile tinged with desire, which they welcome with lecherous grins of their own as they play with their cocks.
“Hey everyone! Watch this!~”
Cherry slams her red rocket deep inside you, gushing your insides with her potent seed. Your expression melts into a lewd ahegao, your whorish moans sending spittle running down your chin, tears down your cheeks, and eyes that roll back so far they only see the white of your eyes as your belly swells. They can see you enjoying this, enjoying being used as a ditzy kobold’s breeding stock. You moan louder from the realization as Cherry throws her snout back in a howl of victory. Cherry shoots virile rope after virile rope inside you, your stomach swelling to match and then some. The others orgasm as you ride the mounting climax, spattering your body with various types of jism. Your tits grow until they hand obscenely around your preggo belly, sputtering milk from your nipples the same thick white color as the jizz leaking around the edges of your stuffed cunny. Cherry finishes with a rough squeeze of your tits, your milk spraying out like a kinked hose over your audience, lolling your tongue out like a thoroughly fucked cocksock.
Cherry gently puts you on the ground, her knot popping out of you with a gush of sexual fluids and a squirt from your nipples. You wrest control of your expression to attempt to preserves some measure of your dignity.
You lay there, trying to look intimidating by frowning at the onlookers. It’s not nearly as effective, considering all of them just fucked you into the dirt, then came all over you. And you’re still laying there, rubbing your pregnancy. Your darkened nipples dribble milk into the soil, your beach-ball-sized belly trembling as you struggle to keep your expression, which you manage to keep despite the occasional pregnancy climax sending a spray of mixed sexual fluids from your thoroughly fucked cunny.
“Is she…pregnant?” Flay asks, thumbing the curls in her grafted cock.
Yes. With what, you don’t know. You doubt the mixture of reanimated boar cum, weird ecto-jizz, supervirile futanari kobold semen, and the jism from a human by the name of Inkbert will create a normal imp.
“That shouldest not be possible.” Spiritsteel shuffles her hooves nervously, still slapping her ghost cock against her undercarriage.
“I’d say she’s upset about it, but…”
Biting your lip and having your eyes roll back every time the climax rolls through you isn’t doing you any favors. You hate that you love getting pregnant. You hate the thrill you get when you’re weak, helpless, and pathetic. You hate the fact you’re going to masturbate to tonight’s events for months to come.
“Oh yeah, Wednesday’s body is suuuuper funky like that! I think she’s got a sort of innate homunculus creation ability.” Cherry sits next to you and pokes your belly, eliciting another soft moan and squirting on your part. “Her body’s almost as weird as mine!”
“Horny assholes…” You grumble as another memory resurfaces. “How many times have we done this?”
You can’t breathe under the ton of assflesh, your tongue following instincts to dive deeper into the kobold sitting on your face. Her tickling giggles only briefly interrupted by moans before you feel her insides shift again. Fracti holds one of your legs between her tits, vigorously rubbing her sex against yours as she coos and rubs your pregnancy. Somehow, she’s even better at bringing you to climax when you’re pregnant than anything else, cock or no cock. You scream into Cherry’s folds once more, Fracti’s ministrations filling you and the clutch of imps growing inside you with DESIRE. “I knew your body was perfect for this!~ Just a couple dozen more, Wednesday? Please?~”You shudder and moan, Fracti getting off you to kiss your spreading pussy lips apart as you birth one, three, six more imps, more than you thought possible, cumming your brains out each time.
You blink away the fuzziness of pleasure and notice, for the first time, how many crows sit in the nearby trees. No, not crows. Imps.
Your imps.
A murder of at least fifty of them, staring at you patiently.
Your tits gush with milk and your eyes cross as you realize how many times you would have had to give birth in one night, an orgasm of realization intersecting with pleasure. Your pussy squirts the longest river of femcum you’ve ever had, your perverted ahegao once again witnessed not just by the peers you worked so hard to garner an air of mystique from, but all the imps you bore, sealing their perception of you forevermore as a bottom bitch. You clamp your jaws shut, but your lewd squeals, rolled back eyes, and endless cascade of feminine juices do more to show how much masochistic pleasure you derive from being seen as such.
“Wowie! She’s like a fountain!” Cherry gets a wolfish grin and picks you up by your legs, angling your face into her throbbing wolfcock. “Open up, Wednesday!~ We don’t want you getting dehydrated!”
You obediently open your bitch mouth, and Cherry impales you on her cock. Her knot pops through your mouth, then plunges into your throat. Your throat-pussy massages her musky member and you moan as you feel her paws roughly grab you around your legs, bouncing your entire body on her two-foot-long bitchbreaker. Your tits spray with every bounce, your prodigious preggo belly bouncing with the furry amazon’s rough treatment. Every time she hilts herself on you, your tits spray out milk, but not nearly as much as your cunt. Cherry, always willing to go the extra mile, licks the femcum jetting from your pussy with gusto.
You don’t see much of what happens over the next hour. You’re blinded by the maelstrom of DESIRE, the knot gagging your throat, the tongue lapping incessantly at your thoroughly fucked cunt. You’re broken from your trance when you feel a pair of soft lips peppering your pregnant belly. A tongue laps the mixed fluids running down your belly, running circles around your popped belly button and giggling as it layers kisses on one of the tattoos Inkbert left on you.
Cherry pulls you off her cock with a throaty chuckle, and flips you right side up before holding you in a princess carry. A thick line of cum dribbles from your mouth and you smack your lips as your hazy vision clears. Two hands massage your sensitive pregnancy, one a paw, the other a delicate result of transformation. Fracti plants a kiss on your cheek, her soft fuck-me voice sending goosebumps down your spine.
“I took the liberty of planting some lust spirits on Grim. He came back a while ago with some friends, but you and Cherry were so busy having fun that I decided to let the others go first.” Her black lips widen in that knowing, serene smile that looked so innocent hours ago, and she steps aside so you can see. “Our coven is coming along nicely~”
Hexweave and Ality lay on the ground, the others on them like lust-maddened beasts.
Flay and Inkbert double team Hexweave, who cries out for ‘Siluri’ before succumbing to her lust and gorging herself on Flay’s pig cock. Ality barks like the bitch she is as Spiritsteel stuffs as much as she can inside her, playing with her mammoth tits the whole time.
Are…are things getting out of hand?
You gasp as Fracti gets on her knees and starts eating you out, Fracti relentlessly teasing you with her fangs and claws. The torturous pleasure increases, labor-climaxes mixing with those brought on by their groping, playing, teasing, until you’re stuck in a perpetual o-face, squirting from your orifices endlessly.
Your mind struggles to piece together the principles of the ritual circle you find yourself in, knowing only that the ramifications are far more than anyone can handle. Once the others have their fun with Ality and Hexweave, they drag them back to back with a wave of Fracti’s hand. As if guided by her impulses. She and Cherry lay you onto them, like they’re nothing more than an altar for you. The two are catatonic with pleasure, but they rouse with excitement from Fracti murmurs to herself as she watches Cherry’s cock transform.
It shifts and splits into five. Your heart seizes. The echidna cock.
“Mmmmm~ Cherry? Could you please give me a bigger dick?” Fracti bites her knuckle and squirms. “Wednesday’s such a size queen~”
“Sure thing! It’s going to take some extra biomass…”
“Take it from my tits, they’re too big anyways.”
“Boop!” Cherry touches Fracti and her tits shrink while the swaying white mast between her legs grows even larger.
Nooooooo…
You open your mouth to say something, thoughts slowed by the cornucopia of DESIRE flooding your senses, only for one of Cherry’s cocks to plunge inside you. You gasp, and the women supporting you scream as their pussies and assholes are taken by the other four cocks. Your gasping moans, slutty squeals, whorish screeches are accompanied by the others, Cherry happily thrusting into your holes with a feral grin.
In three nights, Fracti and Cherry have taken you who knows how many times. They’ve pulled in your peers, a teacher, and a saleswoman into this orgy using both the ritual and just one of your imps.
Fracti watches you happily, slowly stroking her meat. Cherry growls and hilts inside the three of you, another thick wave of jism splattering in your insides. You can barely see over your swollen maternity and squirting tits, but you can definitely feel the women underneath you swell. They squeal out with you, as do so many others…
They’re connected to you. Your climaxes are feeding their DESIRE, which feeds into yours in a runaway positive feedback loop.
Did Fracti and Cherry figure out how to duplicate DESIRE?
“Look at you~” Fracti purrs, inching her length closer to your mouth. “Gravid, swollen, fertile. Maybe we can’t get you to birth normal beings…yet~” She giggles when your darkened nipples squirt milk. “But we sure can get others inspired.”
“Yup!” Cherry doesn’t stop thrusting, her cocks sliding inside your trembling bodies slowly, tantalizingly. “If Morwen and Beastie aren’t pregnant yet, they will be!~”
“Cherry…you can’t impregnate everyone.” Fracti tuts and pulls her cock away from your stretching lips. “Then there’d be too many women birthing kobolds.”
“Oh, silly me!” Cherry facepalms. “Let’s fix that!”
A change undertakes the women making up your altar. A dense layer of fur covers their bodies and tails sprout from the base of their spines. Their skulls elongate into snouts and their sexy moans shift into lewd yips.
Cherry just turned them both into kobolds. Your pussy tightens on Cherry’s cock and she stumbles in her ceaseless plundering of your stuffed womb.
“Not what I meant, Cherry.” Fracti’s sigh is almost a growl of irritation. “I meant we’re going to use Wednesday as an icon of fertility and spread the message of love and lust across Prillia!”
“Did you feel that? Wednesday really liked that!~”
You arch back and gasp, a warmth spreading from the cock in your snatch to the rest of your body. Dark fur sprouts across your thighs, your belly…You wince as your talons shudder and transform into paws, your wings shrinking into arms with pads on your hands. Finally, your skull elongates into a snout and you let out a howl of pleasure, your ears moving to the top of your head and twitching into pointy ends.
“Cherry, this is important!” Fracti’s whine borders on something dangerous. “You can’t just transform her into a kobold!”
“Awww, but Fractiiiii…If I turn them into kobolds, maybe they can bear real pups!” Her feral grin widens as she places her paws on the sides of your bouncing pregnancy. “I think I can accelerate the gestation.”
She turned you into a kobold. A bitch. Your tail wags as you cradle your pregnancy, pants interrupted by pleased yips every time Cherry thrusts into you. This is a complete transformation, something you thought only Friday could do using demonic magic. To do so much using biomancy would require more skill than you thought possible, the brain-mind-soul interfacing alone having been theoretical before now.
You can’t exactly appreciate the skill since you’re a panting bitch in heat obsessively horny over your mate fucking you full of puppies.
“Real babies require time for the core of the spirit to settle inside the fetus!” Fracti snaps. “You can’t rush these thiiiings-uh~”
You finally latch onto Fracti’s bobbing cock, suckling on it in your preggo, dick-addicted roller coaster of climaxes. Your harpy mate is angry, but your maw takes her cock eagerly, rabidly, slurping every millimeter of her delicious length. Fracti gasps and flings her arm up, the collar bringing you closer on her member. Her irritation fades with a coo as she cradles the back of your head. For a moment, all is right in the world.
“Sorry for yelling.” Fracti calms down. “We can’t just go crazy in our mission, Cherry. Wednesday is precious, we’ve got to be careful.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll change them back.”
To your minor disappointment, Ality, Hexweave, and yourself shift back to normal. Your wings and talons return, pitch-black fur disappearing into your skin in an itchy wave. The disappointment is shot-lived, as two more of Cherry’s cocks pop out of them and tease your stretched out labia. You moan, cheeks sallow on Fracti’s cock, then let out a mussfled scream as both cocks twist around each other to join their brother inside you. They invade your insides, twisting around your walls like the world’s sexiest meat tornado and leaving you as an even bigger jabbering wreck than before.
Fracti looks down at you, and you can’t help but miss her bigger tits. The cock she’s having kiss the back of your throat is big, the perfect size even. She cradles your head in one hand, rubs your pregnancy with the other, widening smile taking a certain lilt. You tear your gaze from her, and watch in horror and ecstasy as your imps fly down and revert to their true forms. You don’t feel irritated when their base forms are revealed to be annoying cute black shiba inu imps, only horny when their black cocks flop about excitedly. Your heart catches when the members of the ritual accept them, their DESIRE swelling to unseen heights, each taking an imp where they can. Some of them even surround you on your altar, jacking their knobby cocks in your direction.
You idly reach up to fondle Fracti’s breast. She bites her lip and hums happily, fixing her gaze on the impromptu ritual members. Your eyes flutter as Cherry does one of her long, slow, teasing powerful humps that seems to lodge her dicks even deeper inside you. Your DESIRE spikes and you grab your gravid swell as another labor climax slams through you, lasting even longer than you thought possible when Cherry runs her tongue slowly up your leg. Fracti holds out her arms to them, and the DESIRE grows, grows…but does not spread. Fracti pulls her arms back and the massive hurricane of DESIRE channels into you.
“Eat up, Wednesday~” She purrs. “Take it, their love, their lust…their DESIRE.”
This is…more DESIRE than you thought possible. None of it bleeds away into the environment, only swirling more densely within the ritual circle. Fracti could make a sealed DESIRE circle and bring anyone she wants into the orgy ritual.
Is it even possible to maintain cover at this point?
The maelstrom of DESIRE swirls around you, filling your every pore with power. Fracti hilts herself down your throat, shooting thick ropes of jism to drown our your ecstatic scream. Your thoroughly fucked pussy tightens on the three cocks, milking them for all their worth, swelling your ridiculously large preggo belly into an exaggerated icon of fertility. The other scream in pleasure, the echoes of your orgasm spreading throughout the ritual.
A haze overwhelms you. It almost feels like someone else’s body when Cherry and Fracti pull out of you. Someone else’s body when your treasonous horny bastard imps shoot ropes all over you. Someone else who gets lifted to her feet, wings wrapped around two pairs of shoulders.
You are a succubus. And you’ve been outfucked.
You blink away the tears and semen, blearily listening in to the pair’s conversation. Something about a baby. It needs something more. A paw places itself on your belly and the ink under your skin swirls around your stomach, the details becoming clearer at the soft voice’s instruction.
“—but we can’t do that…they’re a bunch of cutie patooties!”
“One of those ‘cutie patooties’ is trying to shove his penis in your anus.”
“Well, yeah! They’re excitable, like me, and horny, like their mommy! Not like he’s making any progress when I’m clenched so tight.”
“They don’t have souls, Cherry. Just…spiritual pieces. Less than even monsters. With enough of them, we can make sure Wednesday’s new baby is born before dawn. Life for life. ” Fracti’s voice gets steadily clearer. “Then we can move on to larger projects.”
Your vision clears enough for you to see the devastation your two fuckbuddies (girlfriends? Mates?) have wrought. The other mortals are lying around in comatose states, their holes getting abused by your imps. Without anyone to control them, they keep stuffing their cocks in wherever they can, widening assholes, pussies, and potentially dislocating jaws.
Fracti waves a hand and most of them collapse, their bodies shriveling into husks before dissipating into dust. Less than ten imps remain, Grim the only one among them who stops fucking Inkbert’s ass long enough to realize most of his brothers died. Fracti flicks her wrist, and you feel a rush inside your abdomen, the tattoo ritual circle on your pregnancy glowing brightly for a moment. You snap your head up, wide awake, as something shifts inside you.
Spirits. Souls. Magic. There is some link between the three, a layer of existence you don’t quite understand yet. One that Fracti is already intimately familiar with. Somehow, you’ve put her on the path to a power that may eclipse Quinn’s own.
“…What are you doing?” You dislodge yourself from them, nearly falling to your knees under the weight of the pregnancy. “Do you realize how much trouble we can get in?”
“Trouble?” Fracti leans her head, her black lips stretching into a smile. “We’re saving Prillia, how can we get into trouble?”
“There are consequences to your actions.” You try to growl, only it comes out as a sexy whine.
“I can tell.” Her eyes linger on your belly. “But if you want, you can leave. Can you even fly away with that massive preggo belly? Or those, mmmf~, juicy hips?”
“Not to mention the fact you’re covered in homunculus semen!” Cherry chips in.
“You can’t fly.” Fracti chides, slowly massaging her meat. “You’re nothing more than a breeding bitch. You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from whoring your pregnant pussy to the next person you pass.”
You tremble and a long trickling hiss emanates from between your legs. You bit your lip, but you couldn’t stop yourself from crossing your eyes as Fracti’s dirty talk pushes you into the hardest vaginal squirt you’ve had yet. Within moments, they’re upon you, each taking a wing and grinding their cocks against your legs, your belly, sighing whenever their cocks kiss under your leaky cunny.
“See, Wednesday?~” Fracti whispers in your ear. “I know everything about making you happy. We can make the world happy.”
“And I promise that we’ll keep you well-fed and stuffed with as many puppies as you like!” Cherry licks from your nipple and smacks her lips. “And even if your milk is weird, it’s still a great source of magical biomass!”
“So let us handle the rest.” Fracti nestles into your neck, kissing you along the shoulder and biting your earlobe. “Relax and let us pamper you.”
Their hands meet on your belly, and a change happens between your legs. Before you can figure out the new sensations, they slip into you. You gasp, feeling two cocks independently thrusting into two pussies; one clit with a knot slamming into it, the other getting relentlessly teased by Fracti’s expert movements. They each take a thigh and slowly lift you on their cocks, each one massaging a set of vaginal walls and overpowering your mind in lust.
“Ahn~ I can feel, ahn~, you Cherry! Your cock is so~ BIG!~” Fracti moans and kisses you.
“Wowie! Wednesday’s even tighter than before!~” She squeezes your ass and giggles as you squeal into Fracti’s mouth. “Let’s get even closer!”
The pleasure from your two pussies join into one, their cocks enmeshing themselves closer and falling into the same rhythm. Fracti breaks your kiss, and your mouth is only free long enough for your tongue to loll out before Cherry takes your mouth as hers. Their hands stop slapping and squeezing your tits, migrating down to your pregnancy to hold your bouncing belly up as they drill deeper into you.
“We need an audience~” Fracti giggles, rousing the others with a twitch of her hand. “All right, everyone! Let’s give Wednesday something to look forwards to!~”
The light in their eyes is dulled as they follow Fracti’s command, getting on their knees and pleasuring their genitals in any way they can. Even the imps obediently get in a line, joining in the worship of your fecundity. Seeing them masturbate to you as you get bounced on a pair of cocks, glistening with sweat, cum, and other fluids puts you on the precipice.
One that you ride with your most lewd ahegao yet as Fracti and Cherry hilt themselves inside you and fill your womb with semen. A battalion of cocks fires at once, squirts of the strongest and most devoted of your body splattering across your preggo bitch belly, bouncing milky tits, and your slutty face. You can’t help but put up victory signs as your eyes cross and a geyser of DESIRE slams into you, a climax that holds far longer than you’re expecting, even as Fracti and Cherry pull out of your abused cunt and their mixed cum drips out of your pussy.
“Everyone welcome the newest member of our coven, a being we all helped create!~” Fracti cheers and massages your pussy.
Something licks your pussy lips from the inside out. An inky black tendril slowly pushes out of you, fireworks erupting in your mind drowning out the terrifying realization. The tendrils come up, massaging your belly before wrapping around your tits and squeezing them of milk, then invading your gasping mouth. Other tentacles push themselves out of you, teasing your clit and massaging their walls before wrapping around Cherry and Fracti’s legs to climb into their cunnies.
“Haha, not even born yet, and it’s suuuuper horny! Sure thing, tentacles, you can explore my girly parts.” Cherry is just as unbothered as Fracti, continuing to hold you aloft as the tentacles tease her womanhood. “Mmmmf~ Wowowowow!~ You’re good!”
Ink black tentacles pull themselves out of you, stretching impossibly to join the audience in their pleasure. Fracti watches on excitedly, beckoning the tentacles to play with her.
“You’re an interesting one, aren’t you?~ Mmf~” She kisses a tentacles then willingly takes it in her mouth, happily glutting on it as it explores her mouth.
A shoggoth. It should be impossible for a succubus to birth one. Yet Fracti and Cherry have done it. How? The strange concoction of semen they’ve spent the last couple hours stuffing inside you? Cherry’s biomancy? Fracti’s spirit magic?
You’re worried that it might overpower you, but you can sense that it’s weaker than Shoggy was when he was first born. An imperfect shoggoth, then. The tendrils squirm along the grass sluggishly, growing with strength as it ravenously plays with the others, wrapping them up in tentacles and violating their holes. Fracti takes to it most of all, enticing the tentacles to wrap around her thick thighs, and gently play with her maidenhood. And her fat cock, and her tits, and less gently with her mouth.
You squirm, more tentacles unspooling from your insides to lift her up in the air. Her soft moans get louder, the tendrils more forceful, as they rise higher into the canopy, until Fracti is screaming in joy before the waning moon. Two tentacles plunge into her sopping wet pussy, vibrations of pleasure running down the inky-black tentacles to shiver pleasantly against your womanhood.
"Yes, yes, YES!~"
Even the shoggoth is under her spell, moving to her rhythm like the others.
"Fracti's really liking this!" Cherry's husky giggle tickles your neck, joining the tentacles in molesting your lewd body. "You're both so pretty when you're having fun! How about I let you try my doggy dicky in the other end?~"
She picks you up and her fat knot slams into your tight pucker, barely slowing down before popping inside you. Your eyes rolls back and you almost scream in pleasure, only for some of the tentacles bracing against the ground to shoots down your throat. Cherry bounces you on her cock, her sharp claws digging into your massive breeder tits or slapping your squirming stomach. She nips at the tentacles plunging down your throat, her sharp-toothed maw widening as the shoggoth pulls out. You're about to say something when she pulls your head back and opens her mouth, her tongue shifting into another red rocket, which she immediately shoves down your throat. You're being violated from all of your holes, tits bouncing around and squirting milk everywhere, the knot is your asshole threatening to prolapse you...
All you can think about is how beautiful Fracti looks as she's violated by tentacles in the air, and how much Cherry is filling you perfectly. An avalanche of DESIRE thunders through you, then reverts into the air where Fracti lets out a long scream of pleasure, her cock shooting her sticky love juice all over you and the other coven members on the ground. Your asshole, your throat, and your pussy tighten on the cocks and tentacles, sealing Cherry's fat loads inside you.
Fracti lets out a content sigh and motions for the tentacles to lower her. Cherry slurps up her tongue and grins at your fuck-drunk face before ripping her knot out of your asshole. The pair look down at you, covered in so much sexual fluids, trying to catch your breath between the smaller orgasms from the tentacles that continue squirming inside you. this is it. You're ruined. You're nothing but a sexual toy for them at this point.
You're not sticking out your tongue, begging for your throat to be used so more. You're not moaning and pulling the tentacles to grind them against your puffy labia. The pair of them smirk at each other and lift you by your wings. You're not giddy at being used as a toy forever, nor of the tentacles squirming with joy as they play with your body even more.
The pair grope your tits as more of the tentacles unfurl from your cunt, taking turns sucking from your nipples, rubbing their cocks against your thigh and inside your ass, and kissing you up the neck and on your cheek. The constant orgasms from the slow birth of the shoggoth tapers off as it leaves your stuffed womb to violate more of the others’ holes, suspending them in midair so get a better angle. You’re given a prime view of all your carnal worshippers getting dicked by the tendrils squirming out of your pussy.
“You’ve given us another wonderful gift.” Fracti kisses you on the cheek. “With this, people will join the coven even faster than I thought.”
Despite the tentacle in your mouth and the milk dribbling down your round belly, you manage to frown. You try to talk through the tentacle, though it’s only with a flick of Fracti’s wrist that it pulls out of your mouth.
“You erased my memories.”
“That’s true.” Fracti nods. “Turnabout is fair play. You think I wasn’t hurt when you took away our first times together? When you hid our child?”
“Y-you can’t do this.” Ignore the fact you just came. Ignore the shoggoth tentacles squeezing your tits and exploring your asshole. Ignore those sexy eyes, those pouty lips, that fat fucking cock rubbing against your side. State the facts. “Prillia will respond negatively.”
“Hmmm…I think we can handle the Knight Orders.” Fracti cuddles closer. “We’ll save them, even if we have to drag them kicking and screaming to enlightenment.”
“Wait.” Cherry stops rubbing her fat knot between your thighs. “She’s kinda right, though? There’s already so many silly rules about nudity. How would the rest of Prillia react if we go around, pulling everyone into lovey-dovey bareback breeding orgies?”
“The coven will overwhelm them.” Fracti clenches her fist and the others howl in synch, their magical power flaring more potently than you’ve ever seen from them before. “Recovering from the demons will take time. We’ll be vulnerable to whatever else is out there, like that creature in the catacombs. The population will continue to decline without recovering, unless we act. All Prillia must be united.”
This power, it’s almost a hivemind. Like the first among the Turned, who had to have their souls scaffolded so they wouldn’t lose them. Fracti has them all on some sort of soul-leash overpowering their wills with her own.
“Hmmm…are you sure about that? ‘Cuz they’ll resist. Skinnies always do.” Cherry rubs her chin as she bounces her throbbing cock between your belly and your tit. “And when they do, we’ll lose people. We can’t be everywhere…”
“But…” Fracti’s determination flags.
“Plus, everyone’s still reeeeeeally high-strung with the demons. They’ll probably think we’re part of some other demon attack.” You’re spared from trying to look innocent when the last of the shoggoth bursts out of you, your writhing body and ahegao serving as fantastic cover. “I mean, look at Tentickles McGee here! He looks super sketchy!”
“Please…” You’re not one to beg, especially when you’ve just recovered from the hardest birthing orgasm you’ve experienced yet, but these are dire circumstances. “Please don’t call the unholy monster we grew in my womb and subsequently fucked ‘Tentickles McGee.’”
“Too late!~” Cherry sing-songs. “It sticks! Anyways, I’m not ready to lose you, Fracti. You, or Wednesday, or any more of our friends.”
Fracti bites her lip and hides behind her bangs. Not in a sexy way, but the way she used to be, when she was still shy and doubting herself. At her core, Fracti wants what’s best for everyone. She’s been hiding just how scared the creature made her, how much it made her scramble for control, for safety.
You extend the senses you’ve been struggling to understand since you first met Fracti, and you feel a sort of line between her and yourself. Between her, the shoggoth, the imps, and the rest of the coven.
You tug it. She looks down at you in surprise. For all her control thus far, none but you have managed to tug at their leash.
“Are we not enough for you?”
You look like a mess. Laying on the ground, covered in shoggoth slime, five kinds of semen, leaking milk from your engorged nipples, mascara running down your face, and mixed sexual fluids oozing out of your holes. The massive influx of DESIRE is already reshaping your body back into peak, virginal condition. Fracti flushes and a thrill runs through your body when her erection grows.
“Of course you are—”
“Then trust me. Subtlety is the way.” You stumble to your feet and wrap your wings around her waist, enjoying the feel of her rod against your shrinking midsection. “Let me erase your memories. Send our creature and homunculi into hiding.”
“I don’t want to forget. All of this, this joy, this unity, this ecstasy.” She shakes her head. “It feels too good. We need to share it…”
“Don’t be silly, Fracti!” Cherry wraps you both in her muscular arms. “There are others like Wednesday already doing all that!” Quinn’s tits, she knows. “Wednesday is just super shy is all.”
“No.” You deny quickly. “Just selfish. The idea of sharing you two with others is…unpleasant.”
“Awww…I love you too, Wednesday.” Cherry ignores your frown and licks your face. “C’mon Fracti. Now that we know about how fun it is to use Wednesday as a cumrag, do you think we’ll be able to do anything else?”
That should not be a compelling argument. Especially not when she grabs your ass and makes you moan like a whore.
Fracti interrupts your moan with a kiss. It feels like it lasts forever, and despite it all, she’s the one to break it. Strands of saliva connect your mouths, quickly disappearing under Cherry’s salvo of licks.
“If it makes you happy…” Fracti sighs and rests her forehead against yours. “But don’t think you can keep us away forever.”
Fracti leans into your embrace, a flick of her teal eyes commanding the imps to return to their crow forms and the shoggoth to slither off into a sewer grate, leaving the others behind to catch their breath among their discarded clothing. You spread your wings and ensure everyone nearby can see them, and you concentrate your hypnotic powers into your feathers.
“Forget the version of you that knows of lust.” You command, the hypnotic weave triggering through your feathers to parse your powerful intention. “And wake in the morning as you would normally, clothed and ignorant of tonight’s events.”
The hypnosis layers on them, shaky and imperfect, but functional. The former members of the coven robotically get dressed, the magic cast on themselves dissipating into less than a memory. Fracti and Cherry alone collapse at your feet, the blood they used as lipstick and eyeshadow disappearing with the ritual circle. Magic is odd like that, stuff in rituals can get odd. You will have to stick close to them, make sure it stays in place.
You click your tongue. Already, there is a flaw in the hypnosis. ‘Normally’ for these two nudists means little. And from the way the others are heading off, Cherry and Fracti are perfectly happy to cuddle up and sleep naked in the park.
Leaving them here would have consequences. You’ll have to use magic to bring them back to their homes and tuck them in before morning. With that, cover will be maintained.
Ugh.
You might as well do some cursory checks on the others.