The World Wants Your Oyster – 9 [❤️❤️]

You don’t need to peek behind the curtain to see the growing crowd. You can sense them trickle in, hear them whisper among themselves. You look at yourself in the mirror one more time. Top hat resting between your horns, maroon tailcoat emphasizing your hourglass figure, fishnet stockings. And a pair of panties tight enough to see your cameltoe. The coat is pushing up your bust, the buttons barely hanging on. You blow a kiss at your reflection.

You are Quinn, and the last of the non-citizens has just left Haven. Well, almost all.

Two weeks of steady trade (and taxation) has shored up a lot of blank spots. You had the opportunity to gather money, enchanted objects, technology, information…and a whole lot of DESIRE. Not you personally, but your cute kids sure took advantage.

It’s time to reward them and start a little tradition.

Cloth, Tropo, and Latch are passing out the newest little innovation to the fogholes. It took you a while to make them all, and you went through about a sixth of your magical reserves just to make them, but these updated versions are far better.

The lights dim and the crowd quiets down. The curtains drop and they see you in all your majestic glory.

“Good evening, Haven!” Demons and mortals alike cheer when you walk to the edge of the stage. “It’s great to see you all!”

The crowd quiets down to listen. You look over the throngs of succubi, incubi, and mortals. Their hungry gazes filled with DESIRE. Your spawn, your lovers, just waiting for the chance to fuck you. You imagine throwing yourself into the crowd and allow yourself to be used. You take a shuddering breath as your panties get wet with your carnal need.

Rewards later. Foreplay now.

“In these past weeks, a lot has changed. We’ve grown, we’ve improved, we’ve learned. I want us to take stock of what happened and thank the people that matter.” You point into the crowd and the spotlights land on the mortal citizens. “The ladies and gentlemen who birthed, sired, and fed you!”

Another large cheer. The mortals blush as the surrounding demons pat them on the back and thank them…in the manner lewd demons typically do, with kisses and groping.

“The succubi who work the hard shafts!”

The men hoot.

“The incubi who feed the hungry pussies!”

The women whistle and laugh, one of the catgirls letting out a loud ‘Nya!’.

“And the imps who make everything possible!”

The cheers echo throughout the center of Haven, and the applause is thunderous. A few bras and jockstraps are thrown, along with a filled condom. You catch it out of the air and suck out the thick semen and smack your lips, to the audience’s delight. You wipe the cum from your mouth and smile dazzlingly.

“Some of you have been so awesome, I have to call you up by name. For the development of the seeing eyes and the new foggles my imps passed out, welcome New Year and January!”

As you’re talking, you show two balls with their names on them and put them into the box behind you. The two succubi come up onto the stage, and you embrace them both. One face in each tit. From how their tails are whipping about, they’re enjoying it. Then, using them as examples, you show the rest of the crowd how foggles work.

They look like flip mirrors, but slightly bigger. When you open it, you can draw several symbols on the mirror to record, take pictures, or even video call other foggles. Best of all, demons can use it to summon fogholes to send each other stuff.

Stuff being mostly genitals, of course.

You explain all this as you take pictures of the two succubi in various poses and share them to everyone else. There’s the obligatory two succubi kissing, then January fondling New Year’s massive tits, a close up of their two wet pussies as they look down at the camera, and also them stuffing their faces in your crotch, their half-lidded eyes turning to surprise when two cocks spring into their mouths, and finally the double cumshot with the audience cheering them on in the background.

Great memories, you should frame them.

All it takes is to know the user’s name or chosen symbol. Which is a double bonus for those who are going to be summoned, since they can also use it to see what they’re getting into.

Once you’re done taking compromising photos of the two, you thank them for their help with deep kisses and present them with their prize. A dildo cast from your own dick and an onahole cast from your pussy. They accept it eagerly, especially after all the teasing you subjected them to.

You spot both of them teasing each other between the legs as they get off stage.

“Next up, our resident programmer and the one responsible for updating all the jiggle physics in Haven’s video games…Daffodil!”

Daffodil is one of the succubi you changed in the womb, giving her tentacle hair. She’s got light blue skin and dark blue tentacles, two of the larger ones reaching all the way down her back. They writhe nervously as she gets close and even more when you hug her from the side. You chuckle internally when your tit smushes into the side of her face. When you break away to congratulate her, one of the larger tentacles sticks to your thigh.

“Oh…eh, thorry Lord Quinn. They get like that.”

It’s cute how grabby she is. Especially since the other tentacle tried to slip past your panties. You give her a coy smile and run the tip of your tail down her spine. Her DESIRE sparks and she shivers in delight. You hand her the prize.

Once she leaves the stage, you put her name in the box with the other two.

“Give it up for the genius mind behind Haven’s first hit single, “Back up That Trunk-a-Junk”, Teasel!”

Instead of the purple goblin in a fez you were expecting, someone else walks up the stairs. Queen, the thiccest succubus in Haven, is another modified demon. Her mother specifically said she wanted her to have a ‘quadruple-sized behind I can sleep on’.

Her hips are four feet wide and she is barely five feet tall, but she wears it well in a tight dress with cuts along the sides for her juicy thighs. You stare at her inquisitively, until she turns around to reveal Teasel with a lazy smile laying comfortably on Queen’s thick cheeks.

“Thanks Lady Quinn!” He’s got a deep, scratchy baritone voice that makes your knees weak.

Queen too, from her fluttering eyes and glistening between her legs.

“But I couldn’t’a done it without my fair muse. Anything I get, she deserves.”

“Aww, Teasy~” Queens thick tail wraps around him snugly. “You’re soooo sweet.”

Teasel slaps her ass and she yipes adorably. They both get a prize.

Teasel is small enough to flip up her dress and fuck her without the audience seeing as Queen accepts the prize. When she walks off stage with shaky legs, the crowd gets a full view of the goblin incubus holding onto her thick ass for dear life as he plunges his cock inside her depths. They cheer, of course, and Teasel salutes.

“Love seeing my kids get along!” You chuckle, trying to ignore your own hungry cunny. “Here’s an interesting winner: Most piercings goes to…Victor!”

A mortal elf makes his way to the stage and you’re impressed by how little skin you see under his piercings. If Victor gets close to a big enough magnet, he’d get flayed. In fact, he seems to be struggling to hold his head up under all the weight.

“Say victorious Victor, what drove you to get so many piercings?”

“Well…I find…the customer service…great.” He’s struggling to breathe. “September…makes it…a lot easier.”

September is in the crowd nodding hard enough for her piercings to jangle loudly. You send her a telepathic message to remember mortal limits and to take Victor to the hospital. And that she should stick to being a personal trainer at the gym for a while.

You give Victor his prize and help him off stage into September’s waiting arms.

It goes on like that for over a dozen awards. You tried to come up with as much as possible so no trade or effort would be left out. Thanksgiving got a prize for inventing a type of cake demons can taste, Ulex for introducing clothes to Haven, and more. There were more based on quantity of acts.

The OCCULTpants tab of the computer tracks stats.

Farrae won for the longest flight, Friday for the longest time underwater, December for fastest land speed, Typeface for most written, Grip for the longest throw…

There were also demon-specific stats. November had the greatest amount of simultaneous impregnations (discounting yourself) with that stunt she did in public. Thrustbust masturbated the most. Monday got the most DESIRE from demons and Sunday the most from mortals. Fools had the most successful consecutive inseminations and the most clown sex.

You didn’t look deep into that.

Buckeye and Buckthorn, your wilder children, were given prizes because they stumbled on a forest trespasser and discovered an edible vegetable for demons. Technically, the first led to the second, but whatever. Festa was spending some time in the pens, with some breaks and minimal body modifications so her mortal brain doesn’t short-circuit like Unlucky’s did.

Then there was the prize for the best artwork. Red the kobold worked with his daughter, White, to carve a statue of you. You didn’t know the two were related. Certainly not from the way White ogles Red.

The statue looks like Atlas holding up the globe, except instead of Atlas, it’s your hypermasculine form. Four arms and a cock so long it was acting like a third leg to support the globe, which surprise, wasn’t a globe. It’s also you, when your goblin form got so pregnant your limbs couldn’t touch the ground. In a weird bit of duality selfcest, they carved you turning your head to lick at the dripping pussy, your goblin-self’s face curved into one of pure bliss. In a way, its almost poetic how the hypermasculine you that fucked White is bearing the weight of the hyper-preggo goblin that got relentlessly fucked by Red.

In other words, a true masterpiece.

Finally, you call up the ones who are waiting. The ones who answered the call for infiltrators. Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday, April, December, Solstice, Equinox, Halloween, and Fools. They line up in front of you and you give them approving nods.

“Halloween.” The short succubus grins. “You worked hard, but subtle magic isn’t your strong suit. You can barely hide your inhuman skin color, let alone your horns and tail. Though I’m glad I don’t have to worry about you being in danger any time soon.”

“Aw, fucknuggets.” Halloween steps back.

“Monday.” Your oldest succubus has a tiny smile. “Your shifting is immaculate and you’re among the most resistant to holy magic. You’re in.”

“I never doubted it.” Monday hums.

“Fools, you’re almost as good as Monday.” Fools was jumping in place, but he stops and raises an eyebrow. “But you’re too eager to break character for a laugh. I love how mischievous you are, but the name of the game is stealth.”

“Bummer.”

“Wednesday, you pass.” The dark-winged harpy stares at you impassively.

Saying anything more would annoy her. As fun as that would be, you’d be making yourself a hypocrite in front of an audience.

“April.” You sigh and rub the top of the femboy’s head. “I know you were looking forwards to going out in Prillia, and you’re the best at resisting holy magic. But your magic stamina needs work. You’ll need to look like a mortal 24/7, and you’re not ready yet.”

April gives you a pair of teary eyes, but you know better than to fall for it. You flick him on the forehead and he stops.

“Saturday.” The ninja-loving incubus puffs his chest. “An orange jumpsuit and a headband is not stealthy. Nor is going ‘nin, nin’ every time you cast magic.”

“What!” His jaw drops. “I don’t believe it! Nin, nin!”

He disappears in a cloud of smoke. He’s got a flair for the dramatic.

“Solstice, Equinox…you both passed.” They smile then glare at each other. “Just try to avoid antagonizing each other.”

You ignore them as they shove each other.

“December, bad news.”

“Uh-oh.” The green minotaur rumbles.

“According to newspapers, there’s some tensions between Prillia and the minotaur countries. Enough that you’ll stand out even more than harpies. I can’t let you take that risk.”

“Understandable. I’ve got dibs on the next outside mission, then.”

“And Thursday…” You look at the tall, bearded incubus. He’s closed his eyes and is crossing his fingers. “You’re in. Barely.”

He lets out a sigh of relief.

“Lewd situations are your weakness, so avoid them. You’ve got less self-control than your siblings. That means no locker rooms, no beaches, and no saunas.”

“Aww, man.” Thursday groans.

“These will be the leaders of the infiltration mission.” You address the audience. “I’m going to call out the younger demons who also passed my assessment.”

After you’re done calling out names and the stage is empty save for you and the box full of names, you take a deep breath and smile. Now’s the time for the reward.

“I will now be pulling a name from the box. The winner gets a golden ticket.” The older demons gasp as they realize what you’re going to do. “Whoever cashes in the ticket gets a full day with yours truly.” You take off your hat and bow deeply, then swing back up and slowly drag your hands up your thighs, waist, sides, stopping to grope your hefty bust. “A full day with me…doing whatever your heart DESIRES…” You sigh lustfully and frame your face to the hooting crowd. “So…let’s see who wins.”

Reaching for the box, you can’t help but think of whatever lewd activities you’ll do with the winner. Or about a hornier method of randomly picking. You have half a thought of shoving all the balls inside you, jumping around to jumble them around, and pushing the victor’s name out.

But a random draw will do.