It was a beautiful night, perfect for a stroll. That's what the priest, Isaac, thought as he walked down the streets of his hometown. He always stuck to the more lavish areas where nobles such as himself lived, avoiding the less-lavish regions of his home city where all the peasants and low-lives lived.
"Father Isaac!" Yelled a voice from behind.
He turned to see an inquisitor running towards him, kneeling as soon as he was right in front of him.
"What is it, dear child?"
"There have been numerous reports and conspiracies about you being unfaithful to the Chief God's word."
"Oh, not this again..." He shook his head, "Go and find whoever is making these reports and bring them to the dungeon. I'll see to them in the morning."
"Yes, sir!" The inquisitor nodded before heading off.
Isaac continued his stroll, this was the 3rd time someone had accused him of corruption this month, though, and it would be a lie to say it wasn't the truth. He had been, after all, using the money donated at church for his own gain and raising the taxes to the point where the lowest income of the serfs could hardly afford a roof over their heads, but he didn't care. After all, he had always believed that his high position and his wealth would make him invulnerable to any force trying to topple him from his seat in the Senate. Little did he know, however, that tonight was the night it would all change, starting at this very moment.
"Please, sir." He turned again to see the most out-of-place thing possible in the entire district: a peasant woman draped in a raggedy brown cloak covering her whole body, including most of her face.
"What the?" Isaac yelled as he eyed the mysterious woman, "How dare you, a feeble commoner, bring your filth into a fine place like this!"
"I just need some money, sir." The woman replied, "Please, I must feed my children. Anything will do. I-"
"Guards!" Isaac yelled, and as if on cue, 3 men donning helmets and armed with various weapons came to the priest's side. "Take this woman away, and ensure she stays out of this fine place. Immediately as the words left his mouth, the guards surrounded the woman and seized her by the arms.
"What? No, please!" The woman began shedding tears from her eyes, "My children are all skin and bones; I can't just let them starve! All I'm asking for is some money so I can get them food. Anything will do, please!"
But no matter how desperate the woman's pleas were, Isaac wasn't having any of it. He just turned his back to the woman and walked away.
The guards dragged the woman away. All the while, she struggled against their grips, with no use. Eventually, they reached an alleyway where no one could see them, and at that very moment, the woman kicked one of the guards in the nuts. Immediately, the guard screamed and clutched his balls, letting go of the woman's arm. Before the other 2 guards could react, the woman reached into her raggedy cloak, pulled something out, and, with all her might, threw it on the ground in one swift motion. A cloud of white smoke exploded from where the mysterious object hit the ground. The guards immediately backed away in confusion, and when the smoke cleared, their jaws dropped. The woman had discarded her raggedy cloak, and in its place was a skimpy ninja outfit, but the things that made the guards' jaws drop were her pointed ears and tail that looked like a succubus's but much thinner and with a bladed heart-shaped tip. This wasn't a human woman, but a mamono, the sworn enemy of The Order and The Chief God.
The guards stared at the creature for a brief moment, enough time for her to attack. In one quick swipe, she jabbed 2 of the guards on specific spots on their bodies, one with her fingers and the other with her tail. Both guards dropped to the pavement, their weapons clattering as they did so. The third guard backed away in fear before dropping his sword and running away. That's when all of a sudden, a figure appeared right in the guard's way. Before the guard could react, the figure jabbed the guard in a specific spot, disabling him like his comrades.
The figure then looked at the mamono, "I'm guessing our target failed the test?" He asked.
The kunoichi removed her face covering and nodded. "You would be correct, darling, the priest of this nation, Isaac, didn't give me anything, not even a single coin."
"Well, you know what our client said to do if he failed." The kunoichi's husband looked at the downed guards, "And what about them?"
"Remove their armor and tie them up." The kunoichi answered, "I might know a few girls back home who would love to get their hands on them. Besides, you know you'll be able to have me all you want afterward." And with that, she replaced her face covering and was off.
Isaac walked toward his bed in his pajamas. Another day had gone by, and tomorrow would be a new one, with more duties to do as a priest. As Isaac lay in bed and blew out his candle, he suddenly felt the sensation of being watched.
He sat up in bed. "Who's there?"
Nothing answered.
"Show yourself! Don't make me call the guards!"
Still, nothing answered.
That's when he felt a cool breeze graze him from the side. He turned to see that his bedroom window was open, and the curtain flowed gently in the draft.
The curtain: the perfect place for an intruder to hide.
"I'm warning you!" The priest, Isaac, yelled as he got out of bed, "You better show yourself, or I will call the guards!" He began walking towards the curtain, picking up a vase on the way over, ready to strike whoever dared to intrude during the night. As soon as he reached the curtain, he immediately braced himself, grabbed the expensive cloth, and threw it forward.
It was a cat, just an ordinary cat. As soon as Isaac parted the curtain, the cat immediately gave an angry-sounding "mreow" before leaping off the window sill and into the night.
Priest Isaac eased himself as he turned toward his bed. What was a cat doing on my windowsill? It doesn't matter, as long as it wasn't an intruder like a-
Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere, interrupting his thought and instantly pinning the priest to the wall. In the dim moonlight, he could see what his attacker was: a Kunoichi.
Isaac had heard stories of these "ninja succubi" before. No one knows where they came from, but it's rumored they came from a faraway land filled with many monsters not found in any bestiary within the Order's libraries. They were said to be able to easily slip in and out of even the most heavily guarded fortresses undetected, and they would ravish the leaders of nations, brainwash them, and make their entire country fall into heresy and depravity. And there was one in his room right now, pinning him to the wall.
"You, sir, appear to have been a very naughty boy," the kunoichi said, "which is why I'm going to take you to your punishment."
Priest Isaac tried to scream for help, but the kunoichi began shoving a mass of wool onto his face just as he let out a peep. Immediately, Isaac started to struggle against the mass, but it was no use against the kunoichi's powerful grip. As he continued to grunt and heave from his wool-covered face, he suddenly felt calmer and sleepier...
"Don't worry," The kunoichi said as she lifted the weresheep's wool, brought specifically for this mission, and the priest's body slumped to the floor "just go to sleep. Tomorrow you will wake up, and it will be a new day."
The last thing Isaac saw before ultimately falling asleep was the kunoichi wrapping her tail around his body and carrying him off into the night, then it all went black.
Isaac opened his eyes. What a crazy dream last night. He thought to himself as he got out of bed, and that's when Isaac realized he wasn't in his bed. In fact, he wasn't even in his own home.
"What in the name of the Chief God?!" As he looked around, he came to realize where he was. He was no longer in his luxurious home but a large concrete room. There were many rows of tall bunk beds everywhere he looked, with multiple layers. On those beds, many other people were waking up, all men. Then he noticed how everyone was wearing turquoise-colored clothing, each with a number etched into them. He looked at his own clothes; sure enough, his pajamas had been replaced with the same turquoise-colored clothes, his number being 456.
As he climbed down the bunk beds, he noticed that all the other men in the room looked just as confused as he was. Welp, I don't think they'll provide me with answers.
He then noticed an area where there were no giant bunk beds. Instead, there was just an open space. Many of the people were already there, chatting, trying to figure out what. As he began walking towards it, he noticed several other things. For one, there was a massive set of double doors at the far end of the room where the open space was. A man was trying to open them, but they wouldn't budge. Eventually, he gave up and walked away. Then he noticed the thing above the doors; it appeared to be a sizeable mechanical counter depicting the number 456, the exact number he had. "Is that the number of people here?" Isaac thought out loud, "Just what is this place?"
A demon in a pink jumpsuit watched the captives through a pane of one-way glass. She turned to look behind her. "Sir, it appears the players have awakened."
Behind her, a figure stood in the shadows. He wore all black, and a geometric mask covered his face. Behind him, a werecat wearing what might as well be lingerie caressed his body. "Very well then," He turned to face a large group of people. Some were human, others were mamono, and all wore the same pink jumpsuit. "I want you all to go down there and tell them why they are here. And remember, when you're around them, always wear your mask."
Isaac noticed one of the people in the turquoise clothing was sitting alone on his bunk. He wasn't walking around, trying to figure out what was going on like everyone else. Isaac walked up to him, "Hello?"
The man just looked at him, and that's when he noticed the sitting man had a long disheveled beard; the number on his shirt was 001. "What do you want?"
"Well, it's just that you seem to be sitting all alone here." Then he remembered the kunoichi from last night, "Were you also captured by monsters? The last thing I remember before waking up was being kidnapped by a monster, and I was wondering if maybe the same thing happened to you?"
"You could say that." The bearded man answered.
"But if they were behind this, why would they bring us here instead of just violating our bodies on the spot? I mean..." Isaac stopped himself; There was something familiar about this man, it was like he knew him from somewhere, but he couldn't seem to put his finger on it. "Hey, do I know you from somewhere? Could you perhaps tell me your name?"
But before the man could answer, the twin doors opened and several figures wearing pink jumpsuits walked out. Each one had their face covered with a black mask. The masks all had a triangle painted on them, with the lead figure having a square shape painted on their own. But what terrified everyone was that at least half of them were mamono. While many of the masked figures looked human, both male and female, it was easy to spot the mamono, for the unique body parts that mamono had were exposed, and the one with the square mask was clearly none other than a demon, a race that wanted the entire world to become a monster realm.
"Greetings, players," the demon said as she faced the captives, "We would like to welcome you all to 'Kraken Game.'"
"So it was you who kidnapped us!" Yelled someone in the crowd, "You even took all our noble clothes and replaced them with these treacherous... things!" He said, referring to the turquoise clothing everybody had.
"And for a good reason too," the demon replied, "every player here is a highly corrupt Order official."
The entire crowd gasped. Someone else yelled in the group, "Just who gave you the right to accuse us of that nonsense? You wretched unholy beast!"
One of the figures, an automaton whose pink jumpsuit had to be heavily customized to accommodate her bulky metallic body, stepped forward. Using a built-in device in her arm, she scanned the very individual who called out the demon. "Player 035, real name: Antony Belmont, Aristocrat in the nation of Dagra," The Automaton spoke in a metallic emotionless voice, "was responsible for hoarding over 500 gold's worth of food during a crisis, resulting in multiple deaths from starvation." The automaton then scanned several more players, listing their number, name, position, the nation they resided in, and whatever corrupt action they had done during their time in said position.
"As you can see," the demon said, "each one of you had been abusing their power in one way or another, whether it was by raising taxes and draining the people of their money, enforcing strict religious laws, or neglecting the sick and dying. Then you claim that all the money you taxed was going towards the war against us monsters since it's, quote-on-quote, 'the will of the Chief God.' Well, tell me this, is it the will of the Chief God to have the people donate money for charity, only for you to spend it all on a huge manor instead and then throw a huge party for the nobles and all the while, the rest of the population is forced to starve?" Although Isaac couldn't see it, he could tell the demon was smirking behind her mask.
The entire room fell silent.
"I thought so." The demon continued, "Which is why we sent those kunoichis to bring you here. They all tested you by posing as a poor woman begging you for money so she could feed her family. Passing the test was simple; all you had to do was give some money to her, and even giving her a mere gold coin would've done it. But out of the 500 we've tested, only 45 passed, which brings us to you."
Wait a minute. Isaac thought, If only 45 passed out of 500, then there should only be 455 players here. But both my number and that counter say 456. Why?
"So to punish you all for corruption, we'll have you play what we call 'Kraken Game.' You will all play 6 games over 6 days. Those who win will get their items returned and be sent home free. Those who lose, on the other hand, are eliminated. And those who are eliminated, well, I'm sure you've noticed the collars."
Immediately upon hearing this, Isaac reached for his neck, only, to his absolute horror, to feel the bare metal of a collar around his neck. He looked around to see other players finding matching collars around their necks, having been soaked up in figuring out where they were to notice them. Each so-called collar had what appeared to be a mana cage filled with liquified mana along with a gem glowing a dim green light.
"Wh-what happens when we are eliminated?" Isaac asked the demon.
"Fu fu, you'll find that out yourselves. You will now be escorted to your first game. Follow the guards' instructions, and good luck." The demon's demeanor seemed to have changed after the seemingly ominous part of her message.
"Well, isn't this just great." Said the lone man with the messy beard whom Isaac was talking to, AKA Player 001.
"I know," Isaac commented, "There is no doubt this is their latest scheme in their goal of turning this world into one giant orgy, Chief God forbid. Nevertheless, I believe we should play these so-called 'games' for now."
"I would agree."
Having seemingly no choice, the players, including Isaac and the mysterious bearded man he talked to, followed the guards out of the room and into a large set of stairs that resembled more of one giant art sculpture than stairs. Twists, turns, and mysterious doors were at every corner of the mazelike structure. Everywhere he looked, Isaac could see guards posted on every opening, making sure no one tried to escape, each one being armed with either a crossbow, magic weapon, or a gun. Guns were once used by the proud nation of Lescatie after discovering them in a mysterious ruin. But they, along with the nation itself, fell into the hands of monsters who were not only able to replicate them but also them able to corrupt anyone who was hit by it. And what good would trying to escape do anyway? The entire staircase seemed like one giant maze that only the monsters and heretics in pink jumpsuits and black masks knew how to navigate.
Eventually, they reached their destination. The entire group separated into 3 sets of large double doors before reuniting inside a single, large room. As soon as the last player entered the large room, the large double doors closed behind them. The walls of the giant room appear to have been painted to resemble a grassy field, with forests in the distance. The walls around the double doors, on the other hand, have been painted to resemble houses. The floor was covered in sand, and as for the ceiling, there was no roof, just an open sky, and Isaac swore he could see seagulls perched onto the ledges of the walls. On the far side of the room was what appeared to be a dead tree, rotted with age. And right in front of it, floating about 5 feet above the ground, was probably one of the last mamono any man wanted to encounter in his life: A gazer.
Shit. Isaac thought as he recognized the many-eyed beast, capable of hypnotizing those who see its central eye on its head.
"Gazer!" Yelled one of the players, "Don't look at it!"
"The gazer will not attempt to hypnotize you." Declared a voice seemingly from nowhere. Isaac turned to see it had come from a magical device mounted on the wall that seemed to act as a loudspeaker. It appeared to have broadcasted the message from an unknown source. "She is only here for the game. You will be playing Red Light, Green Light. When the gazer says 'green light,' you will be free to move. When the gazer says 'red light,' you are to stop. The gazer can see even the slightest of your movements, and those caught moving during a red light will be eliminated. Your goal is to make it across the room in under 5 minutes. Let the game begin."
Immediately, a mechanical counter on the far wall displaying '5:00' began counting down.
"Green light!" The gazer yelled as she turned her back, along with all her eyes, to the players.
The players all seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then one by one, everyone began making their move until practically everyone in turquoise clothing started running towards the gazer.
"This is what they're making us play?" Isaac questioned, "This is a kid's game, the kind played in a churchyard! How Despicable!"
2 players began running ahead of the others.
"I told you I was going to make it first!" The lead one yelled to the other.
"No, I am!" The other player said before passing the lead one. "See, what did I tell you? I'm going to win all these games and get the fuck away from here!" Or at least, that's what he thought until the gazer turned to face the players again.
"Red Light!" The gazer yelled. Immediately, the players all froze, except the one trying to outpace his friend. Having been running so fast, as soon as he heard the gazer say 'red light,' he immediately lost his balance trying to stop, forcing him to wave his arms to steady himself. And the gazer saw all of it. "Oh, you moved!" She yelled as she fired a beam of magic at the player from one of her many eyes. Instantly, the mana cage in his collar opened, releasing its contents in a purple puff of monster mana that sprayed itself all over his body, causing the collar to fall off. And then, to everyone's horror, especially the player who had just been sprinkled with a dose of monster mana, a trapdoor opened in front of him, hidden by the sand. And out of that trapdoor, a basilisk poked her head out. Upon sensing the player's presence, the basilisk immediately lunged toward him, seemingly more aggressive than usual.
"WAIT! NO! STOP!" The player yelled as the basilisk pinned him down. As he flailed his arms in a desperate attempt to get the monster off him, he grabbed the basilisk's mask, yanking it off. BIG MISTAKE. "Wha-what's going on? Why can't I move?" The player yelled in fear as soon as his eyes met the basilisk's own, blazing with pure lust. With the player's body now stiff as a stone, the basilisk wrapped her tail around him before ripping off his turquoise clothes. Soon, the entire room would hear the player's screams of fear and agony that would later be replaced with the moaning of unimaginable pleasure as they watched the monster ravish the man's body as if they were the wildest of wild animals.
"Player 324 eliminated." The loudspeaker announced.
The man in black watched the game from an observation deck while sitting on a couch, his geometric mask sitting on a table next to him. Before him, the first player had been eliminated. Having thought he could make it to the end first, he ended up becoming the husband of a basilisk, much to the horror of all the players witnessing it.
"Darling..." cooed a half-asleep voice from behind. 2 furry paws wrapped around his upper body, and he could feel someone pushing their face against his neck. "...I'm starving, nya... Can you please be a good tom and... lend me your cock, nya?" The owner of the voice, a werecat wearing what was possibly the most revealing clothing her kind ever wore, purred as she caressed the mysterious man's body.
"Xania," The man answered, "didn't we agree to only do this when we're in bed? You know I have to make sure these games go as planned." His voice became stern and urgent, "And you know exactly why I created these games. Besides, why don't you watch the game with me? The first player had just been eliminated, and he's now being ravished by his future wife. I know you like watching others having sex."
"Wait, really?... Well, why didn't you... say so, nya?"
Everyone just watched in horror as the man, Player 324, had his purity violated by the beast before them. Eventually, everyone heard the telltale splat. Before they knew it, white sticky cum flew in all directions as he spooged into the basilisk's body., covering the now-fainted player 324 and the basilisk in thick, sticky semen. As the player nearest to them watched in horror, a single drop of cum landed beneath his eye, and then all hell broke loose. The player screamed and ran. He was followed by several others, all forgetting that they would be eliminated for moving, and the gazer was definitely having fun.
"And you moved! And you moved! And you moved!" The gazer continued to fire her spells as now almost half the players were moving in her sights, only to be joined by just as many lust-crazed mamono emerging from practically everywhere. Some came from hidden trapdoors on the floor, like the basilisk, and others came from hidden doors in the walls.
"Player 250 eliminated. Player 306 eliminated. Player 133 eliminated..." The loudspeaker continued as more and more players fell victim to the rampaging monsters, each seemingly more aggressive and lust-crazed than other members of their kind. Even the one cockatrice, a usually shy race, was chasing after her targeted player as if her kind always did it.
Several players managed to make it to the doors. They all began pounding and screaming, demanding to be let out, but the doors wouldn't budge. Even after the gazer made their collars explode, they tried to get out. Eventually, the mamono caught up to them, and before they knew it, there was an entire orgy happening at the doors. Their screams would soon be drowned out by their cries of ecstasy and moans of pleasure.
"Looks pretty... intense, nya." Xania sleepily said as she observed the carnage through the observation window, "How do they... know who to make their... tom, nya?"
"It's simple, really, you see, every monster here has donated a sample of their mana, which was put into all the mana cages on the player's collars. When a player is eliminated, the collar on his neck releases the mana, essentially marking them. This allows the owner of the mana to track down the player no matter where he is. Also, to punish the players further for corruption, we've fed the donors the highest quality raging mushroom, so those players better expect a violent rape."
"Oh, I see... so the mollys give those bad boys... their roughest... first encounter ever and make them... their toms, nya?"
"Precisely."
Don't move. That announcer said I won't get eliminated if I don't move. Isaac was literally sweating an ocean as he stood still. Before him was quite possibly the biggest carnage he had ever seen. Everywhere his eyes moved, he could see players on the ground getting their bodies and their virginities mauled by a monster and players being chased by monsters. One man was being dragged into a trapdoor by tentacles. Another had a harpy swoop down and pin him to the ground, where it raped him. Some men even had multiple monsters gang up on them and rape them. It was pure madness.
In front of him, he could see a player barreling towards him; his collar was missing, meaning he had already been eliminated. Isaac wanted to jump out of the man's way, but he knew he would get eliminated if he did. However, just as the man got close to him, a trapdoor opened up behind him suddenly, and out jumped a mershark, knocking the man forward and right into Isaac, who fell down with them.
Thankfully, Isaac wasn't eliminated. Either by some miracle, the gazer didn't notice, or getting knocked over didn't count as moving.
"Get off me, you- AAAARGH!" The man on top of Isaac screamed as the mershark tore his clothes to shreds before inserting the now-hardened penis into her crotch.
By this point, it had become quieter. The air was now filled with the sound of moaning. Then it was pierced by one final shrill scream, the tearing of cloth, and the moans of pleasure once again. Only the players who hadn't moved during this ordeal were still standing.
"Allow me to repeat the rules." The loudspeaker announced, "Players are allowed to move when the gazer says 'green light.' When the gazer says 'red light,' players must stop all movement. Those caught moving or have not reached the other end before time runs out are eliminated. May the game continue."
"Green Light." The gazer announced as she once again turned her back to the players.
For a while, everyone hesitated. No one moved; each player was too afraid of getting caught.
"Remember, you will be eliminated if you do not make it across the room in time." The loudspeaker reminded everyone. Only then did players begin moving, except for Isaac, who was still underneath the player, getting fucked repeatedly by the mershark. He was too horrified to move.
"Hey, get up." Said someone next to him. Turning his head, Isaac saw one of the players who hadn't been eliminated speaking to him. His number read 218. "Listen, that gazer may have multiple eyes, but that doesn't mean she can see through our bodies. If we hide behind someone, she won't be able to see us move."
"Hey, that's a good strategy. I'll go try that now," exclaimed Player 001, who just so happened to be standing nearby.
Player 218 looked at him, "Wait a minute, are you..." But before he could finish, Player 001 ran off, hiding behind another player.
Hearing this, Isaac managed to pull himself out from underneath the newlywed mershark couple before hiding behind another player.
Every time the gazer shouted red light, someone was eliminated. For such a game that seemed so simple, it appeared to be hard to not stumble while stopping for a red light. And as more and more players fell victim to the mamono, it also became increasingly apparent that the green lights were becoming shorter and shorter.
When the player Isaac was hiding behind stopped during a red light, he was suddenly hit by one of the gazer's spells, eliminating him. Isaac immediately stopped when this happened. As the player ran in a futile attempt to escape whatever monster was going to rape him, Isaac looked up at the timer; only 1 minute remained. But as he was about to go, someone grabbed him by his leg.
"Please help me!" A man was lying on the ground, and the mana cage on his collar was already open, meaning he was eliminated. "I-I don't want to have my virginity stolen by a monster!"
"Leave him!" Yelled player 001 as he continued to hide behind the player in front of him.
"What?" Isaac responded, "But he is a noble like the rest of us!"
"He'll only slow you down! He's already lost. Don't you see that his collar is open?"
Isaac wanted to protest, but he knew he was right. He shook the man's hand off, ignoring his desperate pleas, and ran off.
By now, 30 seconds were remaining, and several players had already made it to the end. As soon as it was a green light, Isaac dashed for the white line that indicated the game's endpoint, but he didn't see the body.
Right as the gazer was turning towards them, Isaac tripped over the arm of a player that was getting raped on the spot, but just as he was falling, he was suddenly grabbed from behind, stopping him.
The gazer was now watching the players. If Isaac had fallen all the way, he would've been eliminated. Turning, he saw that his savior was another player, this one's number was 199.
As soon as it was green light again, the 2 of them dashed towards the finish. Only 5 seconds were remaining.
4 seconds. I'm almost there. I need to hurry.
3 seconds. The gazer began turning towards the players once more.
2 seconds. Isaac jumped.
1 second. Isaac landed face-first onto the sandy floor just as the timer hit 0. He looked up and, to his absolute relief, saw he was past the white line; he had won.
"I made it... I made it!" But his celebration was short-lived as he looked past the white line and realized that many players hadn't crossed the finish line in time. As he watched in horror, the gazer fired spells at the losers, causing their collars to explode, spraying them with mana. The players immediately tried to run, but it was futile as the mamono captured each of them in the end, and their screams would soon be replaced by moans of pleasure.
"Wow... that was intense, nya." Xania said as the game ended.
"That was only the beginning, dear." The mysterious man said as he got up, "Because from here on, the games will get worse, much more worse."