It didn't take long to realize that this place had a strong sexual aura. Everything around me could be viewed in a sexual manner, from rock formations to fruit shapes, even the handles of my own weapons. Despite my traditional training I was not entirely beyond its influence. Even the straps of my own armor I sometimes find myself imagining as the embracing arms of lovers, and most disturbing of all, none of them are my fiance.
Seeking company, conversation, and a diversion from my wandering thoughts I set my mind to the garden and the farmhouse behind it that lay near the lake. I had to walk once more from the lake to the farmhouse, perhaps I needed to focus more on the farm house and less on the lake.
"Ya must be fair hungry by now, unless ya found some food what won't change ya about." She sounded tired for so early in the morning, so I asked if we could sit and talk a bit. She was more than eager for the break. We sat and spoke of the changes to expect from various consumables, what to avoid, and where to find beneficial foodstuffs, by example she eat a whisker fruit and her floppy ears shrunk up to the tops of her head becoming like those of a cat, it took two peppers to return her old ears. I took particular note of the corruption present in the various demonic fluids. Some of her comments made snippets of Rathazul's texts make a bit of sense, which reminded me of why I had come to this strange realm in the first place.
Asking if she had seen my fiance or my brother she indicated that if they were still alive they would likely have found their way to Tel'Adre, the city hidden in the desert. I had to admit I hadn't explored the desert at all as I had seen no value in a vast dry expanse of sand. It didn't take long to realize the many strategic advantages such a location would have so long as you maintained access to fresh water.
She informed me the desert was not only a great place to find merchants, which I found odd, but also for finding suitably despicable creatures to easily attack, kill, and steal from. Most shocking was the calm delight she took in describing this heinous endeavour. Her wolfish smile gave me pause after this when she offered to guide me to the city if I helped her bring her latest shipment of canine peppers.
Pulling a heavy cart I didn't get a good look at the city till we had arrived at the local tavern. I was shocked and dismayed at the name on the placard. For the next hour we unloaded the carts into the pantry of 'The Wet Bitch' as dozens of bipedal and quadrupedal dog and fox people stared in disbelief at 'the human woman.' As my stomach growled I had to resist the urge to bite into the large black penile merchandise we were unloading as we passed racks and racks of mammarial and phallic mugs and other serving dishes. Just a few peppers would make me fit much better with the local populace, but given the immodesty of their dress and their lewd looks I wasn't so keen on joining them just yet.
"I hope your help is clean," a vixen guard addressed Whitney. "Would hate to hear the whole shipment was contaminated." As she spoke, the guard walked over to me with a peculiar gait, her large fluffy tail wrapped tightly around her leg, and began to sniff the air around me. "Oh, pure human. Don't even need the crystal to tell on this one. Never seen um this dark before."
"Think I'd guide a demon here, Urta? Even if I don't wana live here, I still need the business. You guys buy almost my whole crop." Seeing that we were finished unpacking the carts and Whitney was waving goodbye to me the vixen queried, "Would you like a tour of Tel'Adre, newcomer?"
Urta lead me into the streets of Tel'Adre, giving me a brief run-down of her and her city, "You see, about two decades back, the demons were chewing their way through every settlement and civilization in Mareth. The covenant, a group of powerful magic-users, realized direct confrontation was doomed to fail. They hid us in the desert with their magic, and the demons can't corrupt what they can't find. So we're safe, for now."
We found ourselves in the center of a busy intersection. Urta explained that this was the main square of the city, and that, although the city was large, a goodly portion of it remained empty. Much of the population left to assist other settlements in resisting the demons and were lost. She brushed a lock of stray hair from her eye and guided me down the road, making sure to point out that "The Wet Bitch" was her favorite pub. Once again I blushed at the rather suggestive name as Urta turned around and said, "With how things are, we've all gotten a lot more comfortable with our sexuality. I hope it doesn't bother you."
A bit further on she showed me a piercing parlor, apparently another favorite of Urta's. A cute human girl with cat-like ears peaked out the front and gave us both a friendly wave. The whole thing made me miss my hometown more than ever. Tears came to my eyes unbidden, and I wiped them away, glad to at least have this one reminder of normalcy. Urta politely pretended not to notice, though the tail she kept tight around her leg twitched as she wrapped up the tour.
She gave me a friendly punch on the shoulder and said, "Okay, gotta go! Be good and stay out of trouble, alright?"
Before I could answer, she'd taken off back down the street, probably stopping off at 'The Wet Bitch' for a drink. Strange, her departure was rather sudden..., I mused before considering what I should do from here. I had not gotten the opportunity to ask about my family, which had been the point of my visit.
The central structure to the city appeared to be a massive tower, shimmering oddly in the midday sun. As I searched for a path to the tower the sun sunk to early evening. In all that time I got to know the few open streets of Tel'Adre fairly well. So as my hunger finally got the better of me I traveled to a dome I had passed several times with the label 'Bakery.'
Following the yeasty scent of baking breads, sweet treats, and fluffy snacks I walked down its double-wide ramp to the below ground shop. Leary of the transformative nature of foods here, particularly in how foods were named, I mulled over my selection with care. I felt sore from my travels, so Pound Cake was out. Not desiring a larger bust I set aside the idea of Cupcakes. Doughnuts were not an option as I feared discovering what they would do to someone who lacked testicals. I couldn't conceive of any transformation that would fit the Cookies. Finally, my skin was already rather dark, so I figured brownies should be safe.
I ordered, but the portly pink malamut behind the counter requested 3 gems, which I had none of. I pleaded, telling him I was starving, that I had not eaten anything since arriving in this world three days previous. He was only mildly sympathetic to my plight and gave me some advice. "Either go out and hunt demons with those dirks, or drop and give me a blow job. Then I'll give ya 5 gems, do with um as ya please."
I contemplated this advice. Already being fairly hungry, and horny from the sights about the city, I did not feel prepared to hunt demons, so I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. With my eyes closed I could hear his claws scratching on the floor as he walked around the counter. "You sure do look hungry, mighty thin too. Don't worry sweet thing, I'll give you some protein here shortly, and then you can have some sugar.
I almost abandoned the entire endeavour due to his derogatory comments, but while I was thinking it over my mouth was filled with a sweet tasting rod of a most unusual shape. Unsure what type of candy I was tasting I sucked on it as my mouth began to water. Using my tongue I felt its peculiar contours. Given its texture, and the claws digging into my hair, I didn't dare bite into it, fearing the strange desert would pop early and anger my host before he gave me the opportunity to give him his... blow job?
In a flash it hit me, this wasn't a candy, it was his cock. This explained his increased moanings as I explored its surface. While I had never done anything like this previously, I was fairly certain that no natural penis tasted so sweet. My mind drifted into thinking about what types of food would grant such an oddity when he yanked on my hair and barked out, "KEEP GOING! Focus!"
I returned my attention to his pointy prick and played over its veiny structure with more enthusiasm. As I kept sucking it kept extending. I was about to gag, the tip hitting the back of my throat, when a sweet liquid dribbled into my throat. As the liquid brushed up against the walls they grew numb.
It wasn't long before he started humping my head, holding it firmly in both hands he pounded me down over his saccharin rod with great force. With each thrust his cock continued to grow down the length of my ever numbing esophagus.
Grunting above me he addressed someone else in the room, "I'll be with you shortly. Uhh, yeah. Oh, here it comes sweety." I had never witnessed a male orgasm, so I was unsure what to expect. Combine that with the observer who must have entered and I was extremely nervous of what was to come.
Holding my mouth open for the gorged manhood I was surprised when it was suddenly parted further. The flesh expanded behind my smile, pinning my lips to the backs of my teeth and sealing my airways as the long tube down my throat twitched repeatedly in time with his moans of pleasure. I could feel a thick liquid pouring down to my stomach and I suddenly felt quite full.
Once the spasms ceased he took his hands off of my head, but he remained within me. With the lack of air I was growing light headed, but I could make out his conversation. "Alright, and how can I help you today ma'am?"
A deep feminine voice responded, "Oh, uh, right. I ordered the two dozen doughnuts. Do you, uh, need a little more time to untie your knot? If you point them out I can get them myself."
"Oh, no, she's my bitch for now." I put my hands on his legs and tried to push myself off, but the best I was able to do was open the corners of my mouth to let in a slight stream of fresh air. Taking a couple of steps forward he forced me back until I was dangling below him, helpless. He dragged me with surprising strength across the bakery floor, bobbing my head side to side with each step.
"Here you go, two dozen doughnuts. As promised." He patted my head between his legs before continuing, "And I always keep my promises."
Despite the pain and embarrassment my loins continued to ache as I became wetter and wetter. Perhaps if I saw who was watching I could control myself. Opening my eyes I saw the massive feline above me and the bottom of the pastry box she was holding with two paws. Another set of hand paws pulled out a sturdy coin purse and began to count out the shiny stones from within.
"Lets take account at the register," the malamut said with a hint of humor and malice in his voice. I braced for what was to come as he dragged me across the floor once more. Feeling that clench of my throat his phallus pulsed within me yet again.
As we rounded the counter he commented, "Oh, customers aren't allowed back here." So he reached down and lifted me from the waist. As his knot rotated within my mouth and his hardening meat twisted up the walls of my throat he laid me on my back on top of the counter, my neck bent sharply over the edge.
He rang the register loudly above my head, "Alrighty, that's all for the pastries. Is there anything else I can do for you today?"
"My goodness. She seems to be leaking through her armor. Do you mind if I...?"
"Well, she can't speak for herself at the moment, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you tipped her. She is new here and has no food and no money."
I heard a couple of clicks on the counter, followed by a tugging sensation at my hot nether lips. Cool air suddenly passed over them causing me to let out a muffled moan around the baker's meat. However, this was nothing compared to the feelings of the plump fuzzy fingers she began to plunge into my womanhood as my narrow stream of air proved insufficient to keep my mind sharp.
"Could I have one of those hard eclairs?" she asked as her fingers continued within me. Instantly the baker was rock hard putting great strain on my neck. A couple more clicks and a rough shaft replaced the fingers pumping furiously as the catwoman purred and giggled in delight. Eventually waves of pleasure and release surged through my body. The clench of my vaginal muscles crushed the rod within causing sharp pains as some kind of goo coated their walls.
With one pair of paws my legs were lifted, another lifted my waist, and the canine held my shoulders as they shuffled around to the front of the counter. Suspending me in mid air she began to lick out the baked shards and creamy filling, her long bristled tongue quickly sending me into further bliss despite the intense pain.
It wasn't long before my barely conscious brain registered that my belly was expanding from another load of mystery liquid from the baker.
Shortly thereafter I succumbed to the darkness.