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World 0 – Awakening


Part 3 – Station of Calling


Sora wasn't falling for very long. Looming out of the deep was another platform, but this one blue instead of green. This one depicted a blonde woman in a sheer, silver-blue leotard with flared short sleeves and nothing on beneath. A wrap microskirt made of the same material was layered atop of her hips, making it more difficult, although not impossible to see that she was going commando under all of that. The look was completed with matching hairband, choker, white gloves, and transparent platform heels. Sora couldn't tell as he was falling, but he was pretty sure that the shafts of the heels resembled phalluses, which he confirmed as he landed in between her feet. Looking around, he could also see other stained glass images depicted upon the platform: a carriage, the silhouette of her heels, a castle, and still images of a man and a woman dancing.

You have gained the power to fight with the mystic's vibrator, the voice told Sora. There will be times that you will have to fight.

As the voice told Sora this, a shadow on the platform formed and then emerged as a full-bodied being. It was small, with a large head, eyes that glowed like a full moon and tentacles the appeared to be acting as some sort of antennae, twitching and curling every which way. It had cartoonishly large feet as well as hands that ended in three long, spindly fingers and a thumb to match.

Then another one just like it formed, and then another, all staring at him. Sora didn't know what emotion they were feeling, and he didn't much care; they were weirding him out. Keep your light burning strong, the voice said, and the shadow creatures attacked.

Sora was unsure of what to expect, so he was got off guard when the shadows attacked him in an unconventional manner. The first one launched itself at Sora, getting between his legs, gripping his ass, and attempting to get into his pants with its tentacles. So put off by this, Sora didn't have time to stop the other two from jumping up and attacking him either, one clamping onto his chest and the other on his head, knocking him flat on his back.

Blinded and trapped on the floor, Sora tried to get back up, but the living shadows fought him every step of the way. The one on his head had straddled his face and was trying to penetrate his mouth with a dick he didn't even think these things had. It wasn't all that big, but it was still rather bothersome. It was about that time that the creature on his chest managed to hook one of its tentacle-antennae underneath Sora's bodysuit and use it to pull at his nipple while the shadow creature between his legs used its tiny hands to rub Sora's penis and anus through the fabric.

The sheer pleasure from all of this happening at once almost caused Sora to gasp and thus let the creature on his face fuck his mouth hole, but Sora wasn't about to let that happen. As much as he'd love to just lie there and surrender to this experience in pleasure, Sora had a couple of problems with this. For one, he didn't ask for it. He may be a total nymphomaniac tease, but that didn't mean he didn't believe in consent. Take him out to dinner first, at the very least! For another, Sora got the impression that once these little demonic shadow-spawn got started, they weren't going to stop until there was nothing left to fuck. Sora was quite attached to living, all things considered, and he wasn't yet ready to die a sweet death.

Luckily, Sora noted, these things didn't appear to be very bright: they had left his arms free and he was still holding on to the magic wand. Sora swung the wand, hilt-first into the shadow sitting on his face, knocking it off and then catching the one on his chest with the back-swing, before finally grabbing the final creature by a tentacle and flinging it into the abyss as he finally got back on his feet.

Sora stood there for a moment to catch his breath and to make sure that nothing else was trying to catch him off guard. Behind you! The voice called out suddenly, but it was too late. One of the shadow monsters had launched itself at Sora's rear end with such force that its girthy micro-penis had somehow become lodged between Sora's butt cheeks, even managing to kiss his back door for a moment. The whole event almost knocked Sora off-balance again, but he managed to catch himself just as three more of them leapt over his head.

The creature on Sora's back latched on, its skinny little fingers grabbing on to whatever fabric it could as it began thrusting as best as it could. It hit Sora's hole almost every time, but never managing to penetrate. Even so, with each hit, Sora received waves of pleasure rippling up his spine. It was distracting, but Sora tried to keep his mind on the fight at hand and hope that his little tagalong was too stupid to notice that his halter top leotard barely even covered his ass.

Sora charged at the closest shadow, swung at it with the wand, and caught it right across its head. It staggered and Sora followed through on his back swing, throwing it up into the air. Finally, Sora brought it back down and it collapsed into the same darkness from which it had formed.

After that, Sora was in his element. He ducked, dove, swung, and stabbed as he fell into the dance of combat. He defeated the next creature without too much trouble, and was well on his way to beating the next one when something happened that caused him to miss the finishing blow.

"Ahn!" Sora cried out as pleasure rocked his body. It wasn't until the after the fight that Sora had deduced what had happened: apparently, Sora had almost bucked his horny passenger off, but it had hooked its hands over the seam of his bodysuit and pulled it down in a desperate attempt to stay attached, thus exposing Sora's bare buttocks to the world. In the heat of the moment, Sora hadn't really noticed, he'd actually almost forgotten that it was there. The creature had then, in one gratuitous, fluid movement, slid something long, moist, and warm (maybe one of its tentacles, but more likely, a tongue.) in between his legs, "licking" the back of Sora's balls and taint before injecting the entire thing up Sora's rectum.

But for now, all Sora knew was that there was something big and prehensile ravaging his insides, and that he was still in danger of being fucked to death by the other creature, and this time Sora wasn't sure if he'd have the willpower to get back up.

The shadow, perhaps sensing weakness, lunged at Sora, but he was able to sluggishly deflect its ham-fisted attempt to grab Sora's hair with his free arm. Unfortunately, this meant that the other creature was now hanging on to Sora's off hand for dear life. It tried to sidle up his arm, but Sora stopped it by grabbing onto the first thing he could, which of fucking course was its penis.

Sora had bought himself some time. He supported his weight on the wand, his legs already shaking from his ass being eaten out. In his other arm, the second creature had stopped trying to crawl up Sora's arm, but only because the monster was using it for an impromptu hand job, but with every convulsion Sora's body was wracked with from down below, his grip on the monster was slipping. Something had to be done, and soon.

Sora was struck by an idea. It was a longshot, but it might work. Sora made like he was trying to throw the shadow off of his arm, but by using his elbow as a fulcrum so that all of the kinetic energy went into his hand. Sora repeated the motion over and over again, essentially jerking the little bastard off better than it had been trying to do before. Sora kept at it, even as his muscles continued to grow sore. Pretty soon, Sora knew that the thing was close. These little monsters apparently didn't have endurance for shit, as its mouth had opened and its massive purple tongue began to loll out of its zigzagged orifice in apparent bliss.

The creature's dick twitched in Sora's had, his only warning before its lavender load exploded from its member, coating Sora and the floor with its dark seed. It then disintegrated into a black mist, finally leaving Sora's arm free and the only monster left still attached to his ass.

Sora's legs decided that this was a great time to give out, and it was only by Sora's quick thinking and combat training that he managed to land on his back. Unfortunately, unlike combat training, the fall was neither graceful nor practical, as it was all Sora could do to make sure that he landed on his ass, and thus, on top of the monster. Much to the monster's credit, however, Sora unceremoniously falling on top of it did not phase it in the least as it continued to unerringly stir Sora's chocolate pot.

Exhausted beyond reason, Sora immediately became aware of a few things: First, he was hard and horny as hell; second, he and the creature were essentially touching dicks right now; and thirdly, Sora had yet to use his giant vibrator as an actual sex toy yet. Sora figured that there was an excellent way to solve all three of these problems all at once.

Sora took the magic wand, set it to the highest setting, and turned it on himself. The moment that it touched Sora, he let out a huge cry. It felt like heaven! That is, if heaven could vibrate in such a way that it'd bring titans to their knees. He felt the creature react to it as well. For a moment, it went stiff, its tiny claws digging into Sora's thighs, and its tongue began contorting in odd, but not unpleasant ways. How long was that tongue anyways? It felt as though it were penetrating his stomach!

When Sora felt like he could stand it, he began rocking his hips so that he could feel the vibrations from his rock-hard cock, to his tender balls, to his filled-up anus, and then all the way back again. Between the vibrator and having his ass eaten out this whole time, it didn't take much for Sora to cum, and when he did the shadow monster came with him, its lavender seed shooting high into the air from somewhere between Sora's legs, forming an arc, and raining upon him. It didn't take long for Sora to become drenched in its dark sex. So exhausted was Sora that he didn't even feel the creature dissipate from under him, only the sensation of falling through the air again as he continued to drown in the warm liquid, and his conscious mind fading to black.