Rampant Propaganda – 3 [❤️❤️]

You’ll be the first to admit, you severely overestimated the hold the Orchids had on their people. Sure, several families working together sounds great on paper. But now that you have them under observation, it’s clear that there’s a whole bunch of power plays and politicking going on in the background.

Several of their people were already arrested, clearly not informed about the consequences for breaking the rules. You won’t complain about fuller pens, but it’s a bit annoying that the stronger players are not so subtly cleaning house by setting some of their people loose in Haven.

And then there are those who do know about the laws and try to skirt around them.

You should have expected this. The pirates at least respect and fear you enough to not try this kind of thing. The factions within the Orchid family are eager to test your limits, with their most recent not-technically-against-the-rules scheme drawing a bit too much attention for your liking.

You are Rampant Corruption, munching on a burger at Dick’s Diner. It’s seeing a lot of traffic because the Orchid family is following the limits you set to the letter. Which is good, except they don’t use Haven as the den of lust it’s supposed to be.

People go through the portal, jaunt through Haven, and trade their magic goods at a huge markup in Nancy’s Tavern. They bring back drugs, potions, alcohol, and rarely ever stop for a quick fuck.

So what if you’re making a killing in tariffs? The censorship glasses allows the Orchid Family to use your carefully constructed plane of pleasure as a boring rest stop. And the obvious movements of such a large criminal organization gathers some unwanted attention.

Case in point, a monochrome elf in a fedora sits next to you.

“The vile stench of corruption sticks to the former mayor like glue. Even as she dines at the greasy spoon, villains and cutthroats buzz around her. Yet Ramant, like a beast possessed, tears into her meal with the voracious frustration of a woman with troubles. Is she the cackling hyena these flies buzz around for their next meal, or bloated carrion that does not yet realize its fate?”

“Detective Detective.” Her observations get more insulting every time you see her. “I hope this isn’t another interrogation.”

“I shook my head and signaled to the waitress to bring me a root beer. I needed something strong. Because, try as I might, I couldn’t find anything. Missing links and dead ends, vanished leads and tight-lipped grunts. I could taste the hints of a conspiracy…but nothing more. ‘I’m looking for something,’ I said.”

She has been a busy bee. She broke into the publishing house, but all she found were some early manuscripts for a bunch of series from Haven you’re planning to roll out. Mostly Earth stories for now.

Gotta stack up on culture points!

Detective Detective even investigated Dick’s Diner. She somehow snuck through the ventilation shafts and picked several locks to snoop around. Too bad the diner’s got top of the line illusion spells to hide the portal.

And now she’s coming here? She’s up to something.

“‘I want a job.’ I tell her. Her stupefied face is almost worth asking my mortal enemy for help. ‘As one of your photographers.’ Though I’d hate it, I’m prepared to beg for the job. Because this is the only way I can get close enough to find out what Rampant is hiding.”

See?

She would make a good investigative journalist.

“Sure.” You shrug as the waitress brings Detective’s order.

“I was gobsmacked. She accepted without any complaint. ‘Thank you, I appreciate it,’ I say as I take a sip of my drink. Fizzy and bitter, like the rainy streets of Hacksonville. The waitress stares at me with the dead eyes only someone working in customer service can have.”

No?

She’s one of the people that broke the big rules in Haven. Your first case of attempted murder. Her soul is in the soul blender, waiting to be processed. You’ve been loaning the bodies out to demons who need them. Some work the fields, some mop away the excessive cum pooling in the streets, and some are mindless worker drones.

“Those dead eyes are a symptom of a deep corruption in this city. One where evils lurked, until a greater force brought them to heel. All the signs point to the dwarf shoving her third cheeseburger into her face. What could she be planning?”

A goblin with an erection poking through his pants hobbles in. He looks around with wide eyes and scurries over to one of the girls at the till. He whispers something and she nods.

“One fresh hot dog with extra mayo!” She yells into the kitchen.

And the young goblin is guided through the doors. That guy’s going to get lucky.

“I must get closer to this fiend, pull out her secrets until she is laid bare before me.”

Woah, hey! Innuendo is your thing!

“I will discover the depths of her depravity. It’s only a matter of time before I figure out this nefarious criminal’s game…I’m so close, I could practically smell it beneath the pungent cloud of deep-fried food.”

…It does smell a bit. New Years should get some air fresheners or something.

Things have been bumpy lately. For one, Greenbrook got destroyed. For another, you don’t have to marry Hooknose anymore.

You made a friend. But she had to leave.

You met up with your stepbrother. But he got conscripted by the Holy Knights as a technoarcanist.

You and your brother found jobs. But demon sightings means there’s been less funding for infrastructure.

You got a place to stay. Buuuuut the two of you are constantly horny.

You are Rizz, and you’d be working on a magitech project…if you could stop stuffing your fingers into your pussy. You sigh and zip up your pants, knocking on the door to the study. No answer.

Razz probably left. You look inside and the stench of his cum slams into you. You cringe when you see the mess he left under the desk.

It’s not even your apartment, the two of you are living here while your brother goes through his rigorous training. You growl and leave a note on the desk.

‘CLEAN UP, CUM SLOB!’

Maybe the caricature of your brother shooting cum everywhere is mean. Or maybe he should get it through his thick skull and use some napkins. Either way, you leave in a huff. Hacksonville is a big city, and Spark showed you guys around soon after you found him. There’s lots to do, lots more than you ever though could exist in a single place. Not that it matters much. The way you guys are now, there’s one place you and Razz seared into your minds.

Dick’s Diner.

You’ve been there once. The service was…incredible. They pulled your legs apart and kissed you in between them until you were nothing more than a gibbering mess. You almost bump into a dwarf girl as you enter the diner.

She’s got the same horny look as you.

You fumble over each other and eventually, both of you go inside. She was blushing just looking at your boobs. She’s not alone: her tight ass in those jeans makes you want to slap them, knead them, spread them apart and kiss them.

“Hey Pearl.” The girl at the counter says. “The usual?”

Oh wow, a regular? Maybe you can hook up with her later…She nods and blushes harder.

“Buns, hold the meat!” The girl at the counter yells. Pearl goes through the doors and you wave to the cashier.

You’re not entirely sure how the codes work. They always seem to have an idea of how horny you are. When you squirm around and mumble ‘guy or girl’, the cashier nods.

“Buns, spaghetti-style!” She calls out, and through the doors you go.

You don’t know much about diners. You get the sense the kitchens aren’t supposed to look like…this. There’s more space than you’d think. Beakers and Bunsen burners line the wall, bubbling with strange chemicals. Piles of papers rest in the corner, fizzling with sloppy enchantments. One side of the kitchen that is devoted to some strange magictech equipment. The other side is the grill.

The people are working in their ‘Dick’s Diner’ uniform switch between the two stations regularly. Except when they’re with customers.

Then they wear nothing.

You end up next to the dwarf girl, who avoids looking at you. One of the workers puts down her spatula and heads your way…until someone stops her. She’s a shorter woman an—by the sun and moon she has huge tits.

They’re enormous. Bigger than any you’ve seen before, imagined before.

And her thighs aren’t far behind.

Behind her glasses, her smug green eyes drink the both of you in. You and Pearl’s jaws drop when she unbuttons her shirt and lets the gigantic boobs bob out into your bellies. You look at each other in mute shock. You are sisters now, bound by the unbelievable pair of tiddies. A bust so large, so legendary, it has changed you for the rest of your days.

“I’m the manager, New Year, and I’ll be taking care of you both.” Her grin intensifies. “Of course, I’ll start with whoever can suck my tits the best.”

You stare at your boob-sister. She’s looking at the nipple. You stare at the one closest to you. Just begging to be licked. And Pearl…She’s going to do it! You see it in her eyes she’s—

She is no boob-sister.

She’s a boob-rival.

The two of you latch onto her breasts and take the entire nipple in your mouths. You try; her nipples are the size of dinner plates. Either way, you’re going to finish this plate. You run your hands across the boob, sucking New Year’s nipple like a goblin possessed. You look up to see how well you’re doing, and the manager coos at you. Your boob-rival redoubles her efforts, kissing up to the nape of New Year’s neck as her hands knead the huge tit. She makes her way to her mouth, and the dwarf takes her mouth in a deep kiss.

New Year hums contently, her side-eye making it clear that the dwarf girl is now in the lead.

You frown. You’re no stranger to competition. If the dwarf girl wants to go, you’ll go. You pull and twist the manager’s tits even harder than the dwarf does, until she’s squirming and moaning. You stand on your toes to interrupt her kiss with the dwarf, but she’s not going down without a fight.

Soon enough, you’re in a three-way kiss with the dwarf, a haze of lust blinding you to who’s kissing who. New Year’s perfect lips ignites a fire of desire in you, three tongues twisting and exploring three mouths as your hands stretch and massage her massive tits.

New Year finally breaks the kiss, but you and the dwarf are so horny you don’t stop kissing each other. Your panties are soaked through with your arousal, and you don’t care if you’re kissing your boob rival, so long as New Year sees that you’re the better choice.

That jerk you’re kissing isn’t even looking at you! She’s checking on New Year!

You’ll show her! You take off her jacket, her mouth opens in surprise that quickly turns into a moan as you layer kisses over her chest and on her collarbone. She returns the favor by taking off your shirt and groping your (bigger, ha!) boobs.

“You two are so cute…” New Year giggles as you rip each other’s clothes off and angrily make out. “C’mon, let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”

She drags the two of you, still in each other’s embrace, to the staff women’s restroom. When she brings you through the doors, you realize it’s more of a rest room, with couches and beds. A few women are sharing a bed as one thrusts into the other with some sort of plastic dick. The wall that it shares with the men’s rooms has a bunch of holes, and you see a pair of women are sucking on something poking through one of the holes.

You never thought you’d see an elf sucking on a cock like a slut, but there she is. You don’t have time to make a comment because New Year magicked you and your rival’s clothes off. She sits next to one of the holes and leans back with a smile, watching the two of you blush and covers your exposed pussies.

“Don’t be shy!” New Year takes off her pants and spreads her legs, showing off her wet cunny. “I want to see if dwarves or goblins are better at fingering. A little experiment.”

You and the dwarf girl look at each other. Then back to New Year. The manager is massaging a tit with one hand, drooling at the sight of you two. Her puffy cunny glistens with arousal.

The dwarf girl rubs her pussy in a slow circular motion, leaning back so that New Year can see more of her slick entrance. Not to be outdone, you start masturbating as well, biting her lips to keep yourself from groaning and getting the attention from the other women in the room.

“Fascinating!” New Year says as she slowly massages her breasts. “First one to cum gets to have me…but you have to be looking at each other!”

You face your boob-rival and shove a few more fingers inside yourself, rubbing your love-button with your thumb. The dwarf girl is blushing super hard as you look at each other, her modest bust jiggling around from the rigorous masturbation. You pant harder as you stare at her, kneading and pulling at your boob like you were doing to New Year. You stare at each other, drooling and panting as you masturbate to each other’s bodies. Her toned abs, her thick thighs, her delicious pink pussy…

Your mind goes blank and you whine out in ecstasy, a spray of femcum jetting onto her body. Pearl shudders a moment later, getting squirted on pushing her over the edge. You try to catch your breath and smile, raising a fist in the air.

“I…win.”

“Slurp, slurp…” New Year sucks a green cock poking through the hole. She pulls it out of her mouth with a pop and aims it at you. “Do you want to share this dick with me?”

You’re tempted to say yes. You’ve never had dick before, and your pussy clenches at the thought of finally trying one out. Except…this one irks you. The lackadaisical way it bobs around. The pungent stench.

Crap, you know that dick. That’s Razz’s dick.

“No thanks. That’s...my brother.”

“Wow, small world.” New Year shakes the cock up and down and points it at Pearl. “How about you?”

“Ew. No.” Pearl sneers, and her eyes widen a second later. "Wait, how do you know--"

“Right, no meat.” New Year winces. “My bad. I did promise to make you cum…”

The manager stands up and backs her huge ass into the wall, biting her lip as Razz’s cock enters her. She wiggles her butt around and shudders happily, beckoning you to lay in front of her. You look at her curiously, but do as she requests and spread your legs. In front of her. You try to ignore her small squeaks as her rear jiggles from Razz’s thrusts…and your mind goes white as he tongue squirms its way inside you, deeper than you thought possible.

Your gasps for air are eventually interrupted by Pearl’s lips. As New Year is licking every sensitive spot inside you, the dwarf lays on you and hugs you, smothering your face in kisses. New Year’s tongue slinks out of you and your groan of disappointment is stifled by Pearl’s kiss. Pearl spasms when the manager’s tongue enters her, and you return her kiss with a vengeance.

New Year switches between your love tunnels every few seconds, and you two are so busy kissing each other that you get stuck in a loop. Orgasm after orgasm courses through you as you lose yourself to Pearl’s body, mixing your sweat and arousal all over each other…after a while, the two of you stir from your tired, lusty state.

When you come to, the dwarf girl gets off you with a deep blush. She’s trying to be casual about it, but she’s a lot more embarrassed than you are.

How? She practically got a full topographical survey of your tongue!

Clearly, dwarves are sticklers for modesty. Looking at her squirm makes you want to tease her some more. Now that you think about it, that’s probably what April felt like. You grin and sit next to Pearl, squeezing her closer to New Year’s massive chest. The dwarf girl’s face turns even redder and she closes her legs tighter, though her eyes dart between New Year’s boobs and your thighs.

New Years notices what you’re doing and gives you an equally teasing smile.

“I was talking to your brother…” Ugh, mood ruined. “He said you’ve got experience in magitech?” You get a small thrill when she leans closer, smothering Pearl even more in her bust.

“Yeah? How did that come up?” You get closer as well, stretching your arm over Pearl’s shoulder.

“We talked through the glory hole while you two were enjoying each other’s company.” New Year pushes up her glasses. “Do you have a portfolio of your projects?”

Why does this feel like a job interview?

Probably because it is. New Year asks you questions, and you strike up a conversation with her. Her insights on magitech are really interesting, she’s clearly developed a unique understanding of enchantments mostly based on plenty of self-study. Of course, the two of you spice up the conversation by teasing Pearl with light touches and some groping. Eventually, New Year is satisfied and offers you a gig right as you’re about to slip your hand under Pearl.

With a boss like her, how can you refuse?

After a few more minutes of sharing her company, New Year leaves to take care of the diner. Thankfully, she leaves you with Pearl so you can get closer. After some cuddling and a trick she calls ‘scissoring’, you two get to talking and hit it off.

Hey, you finally made a friend in Hacksonville!

You regain consciousness with a sharp pain in your arm. You cough out a bloody tooth and a couple cups of sea water. You are Ferrous, minotaur trader…looking around the shattered wreckage of your ship, you doubt that applies anymore.

Bloated carcasses dot the sand of the beach you find yourself on. Crewmates and friends, all of them. Some bodies stir, yet untaken by the Specter.

Small blessings.

You are marooned, probably on some hellish island, far north of the Coastal Equatorial states. You curse yourself for your hubris, for thinking you can fly through the Channel of Storms. A move born from the desperate circumstances in the New Continent, one the captain and the other traders agreed was worth the risk to be able to trade goods with Gerhair.

Now that you think about it, it’s a bit hot to be on some northern island. It’s hotter than your homeland, even.

A spike of fear drills into your spine. What if you managed to go south, so far south that you’re in the dragon lands?

You groan and stand up. If that’s the case, it would be best you throw yourself on the mercy of whatever dragon cult is in control of the region. Maybe they’re the kind of cultists that don’t believe in sacrifice.

Or eating minotaurs.

Hold on, there’s a path by the beach, on stable ground. You get closer and stare at it quizzically. That’s…some high-quality steel. Is it used to mark the road? What sort of cult wastes resources like this?

Now that your sinuses are clearing, you realize something about this place is different. The smell. It's like every breeze is saturated with a different scent. Apples, honey, lavender, roses...This place is thick with powerful magic.

This can only be one place.

You’re in Prillia. And according to a nearby sign, fifteen miles north of a city called ‘Hacksonville’.