Hello humans it's Weegee1 again with the other holiday chapter of my Winnie the Pooh story. Over 2800 views I must be doing something right, I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Page 7 paragraph 3 of the fanfiction bible I don't own anything but my OCs everything else is owned by their companies.
Snow was on the ground and music was in the air as humanity set aside their differences for this joyous season. Carolers were singing at the corners raising money for charities, while people came from stores with last minute holiday gifts that they would wrap up and hide before Santa slid down their chimneys to give presents to all the good little children and lumps of coal to the naughty ones. The matrons of the orphanages wrapped donated presents to give to the children under their care while hoping that the little ones would get a good home in the coming year. All in all it was a perfectly happy day for the entire world, at least on the surface.
In the Hundred Acre Woods a box made soft sounds and if one were to listen carefully they would hear a light youthful voice ask "Got any twos?" in which a sultry voice responded "Go fish.". Inside the box two brown figures sat at a small round table staring at a clock more often than they stared at their cards "six more hours, ugh waiting sucks." the younger voice complained. While they tried distracting themselves with cards three red eyes formed in the air in the corner before moving towards the table proceeded by the clip clopping of hooves "he's asleep." a husky voice caused the two figures turn to look at the new comer. "Oh thank fuck!" the youthful voice exclaimed before she ran straight through the side of the box letting light shine in on the figures still in the box revealing Miriam and Kendra with one looking amused and the other looking annoyed before Kendra began bounding after the recently revealed Ruth. When Kendra reached Christopher's bedroom Ruth already had the bed covers on the floor and was busy stuffing as much of Christopher's meat as possible down her slender neck.
A bulge in her neck showed her progress with the glans resting above her collar bones, so wrapped up in her attempt at taking the monster in front of her that she didn't notice her mother until a hand wrapped around the back of her head and another wrapped around her waist. "If your going to throat that fuck stick then do it right!" with those encouraging words Kendra lifted the surprised Ruth so her legs were off the ground and shoved her forward forcing the monolith of flesh steadily deeper into her throat. Each new inch was punctuated by an increase in the moisture of Ruth's cunt and a slight cough or moan emanating from her over taxed throat. Once Ruth's muzzle kissed the base of his cock her eyes rolled back, she started instinctively swallowing, her hips started bouncing in her mother's grasp, and her pussy released a splash of cunny syrup. Kendra leaned forward and started feasting on the sensitive folds in front of her to draw out her daughter's orgasm. With a sleepy groan a half asleep Christopher ran his hands lightly through the fur on Ruth's neck massaging the tensed muscles of her neck helping her relax.
With fluttering eyes Ruth looked up causing her eyes to lock on Christopher's fully open eyes. The eyes looking at her were filled with love with a golden yellow iris replacing his original eye color. Seeing his attention on her she yanked her head back disgorging the cock from her throat except for his glans shocking her mother into letting go and allowing Ruth's legs to touch down onto the ground. Hopping up onto the bed the young kangaroo angled herself so that her cunny was over Christopher's face. She then squatted down like she was getting ready to jump and then she began rapidly plunging Christopher's dick in and out of her esophagus with gusto matched by his own zeal as he began eating her out. A loud Glrk, Gluk, Hlk filled the room every time her gag reflex activated until finally Christopher grabbed the back of her head and rubbed her ears before pulling her down his dick until his balls were touching her muzzle.
Feeling something bumping her chin every once and a while Ruth attempted to look down before the dick in her throat fattened up and began unloading its protein rich cargo into her ravenous stomach causing her eyes to roll back as she came. Each molten hot rope audibly splattered into her steadily swelling abdomin and brought forth a fresh gush of cunny honey. After ten ropes her stomach fattened up enough that she looked four months pregnant and had to lay on the bed due to her legs being unable to support her growing weight. Twenty ropes in and she was being raised off the bed and into the air by a stomach large enough to be mistaken for a third term pregnancy that was overdue. When Christopher finally stopped cumming Ruth's belly was so stuffed she looked like she was due with triplets. After regaining controll over her body she began struggling to get her throat off the still hard cock in her throat proved to be an impossible task for the young kangaroo.
After a while Kendra decided to help her daughter and slowly pulled Ruth off Christopher's dong. With a loud pop Christopher's glans left Ruth's mouth causing Kendra fall backwards onto the floor taking Ruth with her. The impact caused Ruth's stomach to jostle heavily causing her to cough enough spooge onto her petite breasts that they were covered in a slight glaze. As soon as Kendra got put from underneath her daughter Ruth fell fast asleep curling around her stomach and rubbing it protectively. Kendra lifted her daughter up onto the bed, gave Christopher a wink, knelt down using her hands to prop her back half, moved her tail so her snatch was visible, and smacked her ass sending a wave through it. "Hurry up lover boy I want another joey to spoil." she said with a smirk over her shoulder as her ears flickered revealing her well hidden nervousness. With her invitation given Christopher stood up from the bed and approached the needy mother before him before sinking to his knees and burying his fingers into the endless expanse of Kendra's ass. Leaning forward Christopher nuzzled his nose into her folds and began feasting on the succulent flesh before him with an appetite comparable to that of someone who was starving.
Lash after lash of his tongue battered her folds and teased her clit drawing the Milf of the Hundred Acre Woods closer and closer to orgasm. With a warbling shriek she orgasmed and her arms finally gave out as she fell forward onto her torso causing her breasts to be put under enough pressure that milk rocketed out spraying the floor, her legs, and Christopher's torso with rich alabaster cream. After a minute she caught her breath spun around and tossed Christopher onto his bed before jumping onto the bed careful of her still sleeping daughter. Opening his mouth to say something Christopher found his speech cut off by a massive boob being shoved into his face and nipple a nipple slipping into his mouth. Grunting out around the boob in surprise resulted in a spurt of rich creamy milk filling his mouth and his cock giving a violent throb launching a scalding rope of pre that splattered against Kendra's clit and cunny. Each gulp of milk made his cock lurch and balls gurgle until Kendra finally popped his cock into her cunny.
Unlike Winifred or Patricia there was no slow build up to him bottoming out in her, raising herself off his dick and stood as tall as she could. Smiling down at Christopher Kendra used her tail to prop his dick up, hopped up, kicked both legs out, and let gravity take control. Like throwing a basketball and making a three pointer Christopher's glans popped straight through Kendra's twat lips, popped through her cervix, and punched straight into the back of her womb. If Christopher could see through the mass of tit flesh obscuring his vision he would see a pillar running the length of her stomach and Kendra's eyes rolled back into her head, and drool dripped past clenched teeth and down her chin in a perfect ahegao. With her mind numbed by pleasure all she could do was stutter and shriek "Fu fu fu. FUCK MEEEEE!" before she began bouncing at a mad pace uncaring of the orgasms being ripped from her body by the meat stuffed into her body.
After over half an hour of this mad pace cum began launching from Christopher's cock with most spilling out of her due to Kendra's continued galloping. By the time Christopher stopped cumming Kendra's stomach was distended to the point of looking seven months pregnant and her belly was resting on Christopher's but she kept bouncing on the cock buried within her. All Christopher could do was suck the nipple stuffed in his mouth as the formerly sexually frustrated milf bounced on him like a pogo stick. For two hours she bounced on him until she slumped forward and began snoring on his chest "Well looks like she got satisfied finally. It also looks like she left you high and dry, how mean of mommy." Looking next to him Christopher saw that Ruth regained consciousness and moved. The first stroke of the tongue on the bit of cock flesh that wasn't buried in her mother explained exactly where Ruth was. After three minutes of Ruth making out with Christopher's cock his balls drew up and a fresh filling of cream was stuffed into his still passed out dick jockey, blast after blast of cum splattered into the kangaroo milf. By the tenth blast the unconscious kangaroo was lifted upwards by her rotund cum stuffed womb. Before he could fire the eleventh shot of his orgasm Christopher's dick was choked off "My turn handsome." Ruth said.
After rolling Kendra off of Christopher's cock with one hand, she reached into her pouch and pulled out a familiar rubber sphere before stuffing it into Kendra's twat to keep any cum from spilling out. Hopping up onto the bed Ruth plunged her cunt down onto Christopher's dick and let go to welcome the pearly tide into her body adding on several more inches to her waist line. After their coupling finished Christopher pulled the sheets over his loving kangaroos and drifted off to sleep between the two cum stuffed and blissed out females. Once they were asleep the golden dust from before covered them in its protective embrace.
Around the world several books and other such information storing devices lit up. Putting down his welding torch a bald hazel eyed boy fiddled with a box projecting a clock on the wall that was counting down from one hours fifteen minutes and twenty two seconds "So little time till midnight. Good thing I have the presents ready." the young man said in a surprisingly high pitched voice. Looking down at the projection he saw an envelope icon that was buzzing, with the press of a button the envelope opened and words appeared on the wall from the projector.
Grimoire of the house of Browne: creatures that become active during holidays celebrated at the years end.
Krampus
Mammal
Satyr Subtype
Height 9 feet tall
Weight 350 pounds
Cup M-O
Waist 40-50 inches
Hips 70-90 inches
Habitat Cold mountainous regions between Germany and Russia
Aggressiveness Extremely Violent
Population Rare
Feeds on Pain and Fear
Lifespan Potentially Immortal
Harem place Enforcer
A rare subspecies of Satyr that is nearly the opposite of their original species, while normal Satyr live to feast, fuck, and fight a Krampus lives to inflict pain and despair on all that catches their eye. Standing at 9 feet tall not counting their sharp ibex horns they are an intimidating being, with shaggy black fur, long serrated claws, chipped hooves, a long spike tipped tongue, many layers of black metal teeth, and red goat like eyes they are terror inducing. They are created by a Satyr praying for vengeance and giving up their ability to gain joy from feasting and reveling, usually the prayer is given when their bonded passes away. Despite their capacity to inflict harm with just their body's natural weapons they prefer using a large blood stained burlap sack to catch their prey and a large number of sharpened branches tied together with animal tendons that it uses as a switch. Despite their viciousness they are bound by the infernal energies that granted them immortality and change in their bodies so that they can only harm those that have done wrong and only for a single month out of the year. They also can't inflict more pain than the individual's actions caused, for instance a person who stole to survive might receive three lashes at the most, however a person who kills for amusement will be beaten to death gradually over whatever time out of the month they have to be active. A person finding and befriending a Krampus is a rare occurrence that has only been recorded three times in history.
Only a person that feels no fear towards them can befriend them, two of the befriending cases were young children that didn't understand that they should be afraid of the Krampus, while the third was a young man named Gregorio who was born deaf and blind who didn't know what they were. In the only recorded bonding case involving Gregorio and three Krampus they each acted as a sort of guard keeping him safe as well as teaching him a crude form of sign language. The three Krampus underwent a transformation making their hair shorten into a fine layer of black fur revealing a beautiful face, curves, and their eyes turn into a violet color. The most bizarre part of the transformation is that they feed exclusively on love and affection rather than on pain and fear. Upon Gregorio's death the Krampus turned into snow that blew away on the breeze leaving behind several adult Satyr daughters in their mountain home.
An unbonded Krampus remains dormant for eleven months out of the year and can live forever as long as it can harvest fear and pain, a bonded Krampus lives as long as their partner does. A Krampus can be killed by a wooden spear coated in cinnamon, cloves, and honey as it causes a severe allergic reaction in them. A Krampus gives an extreme growth in the genitals of their bonded.
Santa Claws
Mammal
Kitsune Subtype
Height 6 feet 3 inches tall
Weight 275 pounds
Cup M-O
Waist 36-48
Hips 60-80
Habitat Nearly Anywhere Holiday Bellringers are Found
Aggressiveness Mischievous Sly
Population Uncommon
Carnivore
Lifespan 40-60 years
Harem place Den Mother
A Santa Claws is a very bizarre Subtype of Kitsune with red fur covering nearly their entire body with a collar of white fur around their neck, wrists, and ankles. They have six thick red tails with white tips that they press together and use as a head cover like a hood. A Santa Claws is happiest ringing a bell and raising money for charity wearing nothing but a scarf, black gloves, and boots to hide their vulpine muzzle and simply relying on their natural hair and powers of illusion as a way to hide their nudity and disguise their nonhuman traits. With their extreme love of exhibitionism and voyeurism they both do good and get sexual stimulation ringing a bell surrounded by people unknowing of their nudity.
A Santa Claws bonds rarely as most are happy with their acts of exhibitionism and voyeurism, those that do bond give a small wooden fox carving to their intended when their target is young and wait until they mature before making a move. If their intended is still unpartnered when they reach maturity they will find a large present under their tree during Christmas in which the Santa Claws hides. When the present is opened the Santa Claws presents itself to their chosen and attempt to copulate. A person bonded to a Santa Claws can see through lies and gains an extreme resistance to cold, an extreme growth in their genitals, as well as a knot at the base of their penis.
Mari Lwyd
Undead
Centaur Subtype
Height 6 feet tall at the horse shoulder with a 5 foot tall Humanoid half (11 feet tall in festive form)
Weight 450 pounds
Cup K-N (O-T in festive form)
Waist incalculable due to body structure (30-40 inches in festive form)
Hips incalculable due to body structure (70-90 inches in festive form)
Habitat Cold regions that have snow year round
Aggressiveness Kind Protective
Population Incalculable
Omnivore
Lifespan 60-70 years
Harem Place Den Mother
A Mari Lwyd is an odd subtype of undead centaur brought into existence when a centaur foal is born still around the time that the old year dies but before the new year begins. A few seconds after their original death the defiance of the old year gives them a form of unlife. Not quite alive or dead a Mari Lwyd develops as a normal member of their original centaur species would until they hit puberty. As soon as they hit puberty their skin begins to grow hot causing them to seek out a colder climate. Once they reach the new climate they slowly lose sensation in their body, their horse half undergoes a mutation causing the front legs to become pointed like spikes and their horse half's hair to turn gray. At the end of their puberty the hair on their head turns white, their eyes turn a milky blue signifying their blindness, they gain a form of echolocation, and their teeth sharpen to allow them to eat meat easier.
After their transformation they take to wearing a thick white dress to hide their blue skin and a mask fashioned from a horse skull with dark glass in the eye sockets to hide their blindness. For one month out of the year they absorb their back half into their body, decorate their skull masks with strips of colored cloth, and go out to be amongst the humans. During this time they enjoy battling wit by using clever words in the form of a poem with any who will speak with them, and visiting the homes of humans and asking for entrance. If they are given permission and allowed to share a meal, they will remove all curses that would cause ill effects to the family who welcomed them from objects in the house. A Mari Lwyd very rarely bonds due to their dislike of their appearance as well as their curse. When a Mari Lwyd is created a part of themselves remains dead. Even with the powers of a dying year granting them life they are cursed to be unable to produce life. Their breasts may produce milk, they may enter into a state of heat like a normal centaur, but they will never bring a life into this world.
Despite this curse they crave children and if bonded they raise their harem sister's children happily. A bonded Mari Lwyd remains in their more festive form, begins lactating, and gains the ability to manifest parts of their former back half during combat, few enemies survive a sudden kick from a formerly hidden horse leg that emerged from her back, and those that due rarely make that mistake twice. A Mari Lwyd gifts her bonded with extreme testicular growth to better inflate the wombs of his harem and produce more children for the Mari Lwyd to spoil.
Gryla/Yule Cat
Mammal
Troll Subtype
Height Gryla 5 feet 3 inches tall Yule Cat 9 feet 9 inches tall
Weight 270 pounds in both forms
Cup D-F (Gryla) O-Q (Yule Cat)
Waist 32-48 inches in both forms
Hips 50-60 inches (Gryla) 70-90 inches (Yule Cat)
Habitat Cold Mountain regions near human settlements
Aggressiveness Violent Mischievous
Population Incalculable
Carnivore
Lifespan 60-80 years
Harem place Harem Leader/Enforcer/Den Mother
A Gryla is a strange Troll subtype that has hardly any traits that a normal Troll would have. Standing a little more than five feet tall, weighing in at 270 pounds, and with a short yet elegant hair cut they look like normal middle aged human women with soft curves brought on by fat insulation to protect from the cold nights. With rose red cheeks from the cold, normal looking white teeth, smile lines, and petite fingers it is impossible to visually tell the difference between an ordinary woman and a Gryla. Their preferred jobs are a baker or cook as well as a caretaker or teacher of children. In fact the only way to tell the difference between a Gryla and a human is a divet that runs the length of their spine which can be waved off as an old injury as well as certain mannerisms that are harder to write off. A Gryla that's cooking will snatch small pieces of raw flesh from what it's s cooking and eat it, an act that they will blame on extreme hunger. Another oddity in a Gryla's behavior is their uncontrollable urge to suck on the open wounds of children, a bizarre act that instantly heals the wound no matter how severe it is, no one knows if this helps with their need to drink blood or their joy in caring for children.
A Gryla reveals a different form during the full moon of December, when the moon rises their back opens and their old skin turns into dust before a new form extends forth with claws reaching towards the sky. From around five feet it grows to almost ten feet tall, gains black fur covering its entire body, its ears become pointed, its breasts grow pendulous with milk, its ass balloons out with musculature and fat, and thirteen long white tipped tails grow from above its posterior. Its legs become digitigrade and long claws tip its fingers and toes, this transformation is not a form of lycanthropy like many think, instead it is a result of a hormonal change brought on by a heat cycle. During this heat cycle the Gryla or more accurately Yule Cat seeks out one of the human children they cook or care for in their humanoid form and bites the collar bone leaving deep wounds that are gone by morning leaving nothing but a warning aura to other monsters that this child is marked as being their chosen mate.
A monster that ignores this warning finds themselves surrounded by carefully hidden enemies in the form of all the mated Gryla that despise those that would move in on a male marked by one of their own. While many monsters that don't have experience fighting a Gryla scoff at the threat of these seemingly weak humanlike female creatures would bring. Those that know what a Gryla can do more often than not choose another target for their affections. A Gryla in human form can bend metal with ease, shrug off nearly any strike, ignore freezing cold and scorching flames, the only known way to kill a Gryla is decapitation just like any other troll type. A mated Gryla that has brought children into the world can become a Yule Cat at will. With their increased height and strength they are easily able to drive off most rivals on their own, a village full of them can drive off nearly any invading force no matter how well armed with bullets piercing them to no effect, lost limbs regenerated in under a minute, and a pierced heart or destroyed lungs merely wind them for a short period.
In combat a Gryla uses kitchen knives, metal rods, and other such implements without their regeneration and limitless energy they pose little threat. As a Yule Cat they rely on claws, fangs, and speed to take out any opposition tearing through armor as they pull their enemies in two and devoure soft parts of their foes to speed up their regeneration. Against love rivals a Yule Cat will fight with fists rather than claws preferring to beat their opponents into submission instead of killing them, rivals who impress them they take on as lower ranked harem members to protect and assist their mates with anything they need. In most harems a Gryla acts as a leader, if they aren't the leader they act as a den mother or an enforcer that protects the children in the harem. A Gryla becomes stuck as a Yule Cat during its year long pregnancy and often hides in the attic of its house during this time.
A Gryla gives birth to thirteen children lovingly called Yule Lads by their mothers due to the babies being delivered during Yule time. Most of the Yule Lads are male humans only one or two are born as Gryla, to make up for this the boys are able to create a Gryla with any monster (and in very rare cases human) that they pair with this. This unique trait keeps Gryla from going extinct, what makes the trait even more useful is that it can skip generations. A baby Gryla is covered in fine black fuzz and has two tails that multiply into thirteen when it reaches maturity. A person bonded with a Gryla gains the ability to see in the dark, genital growth, and cat like barbs on their penis to help with the Gryla's heat.
Berchta
Avian
Harpy Subtype
Height 7 feet tall
Weight 150 pounds
Cup B-D
Waist 30-40 inches
Hips 55-70 inches
Habitat Cold Mountain Regions
Aggressiveness Violent Sly
Population Extremely Rare
Carnivore
Lifespan 40-50 years
Harem Place Enforcer
Also known as Frau Berchta or Lady Berchta this harpy variety is as cunning as they are cruel. As one of the tallest flying harpy subtypes they have a fair amount of strength easily lifting fully grown men and flying away with them to their nests. A Berchta appears as a horned woman with extremely pale skin, long scale covered arms ending in taloned fingers, sharp black metal teeth fill her mouth, long black hair tops her head and hides her pointy ears, black eyes gaze from deep set sockets giving them a haunting appearance. Despite their distinctive appearance most of their body is hidden beneath their wings which look like a tattered brown dress when wrapped around their form. Under their wings they are covered in the same white down that makes their face look like pale skin, their form is bottom heavy like most harpy species, their legs are bird like from the knee down and end in claws for rending flesh.
A Berchta enjoys punishing misbehaving children in ironic ways, for example a child who steals food from others simply to do so will find their food replaced with sand when they bite into their ill gotten gains, a bully who picks on smaller children find themselves bullied by even bigger children, etc. A Berchta chooses a mate based on intelligence or rather cunning, a person who tilts the odds in their favor using just their wit tends to gain a Berchta's attention. A person who can out wit a Berchta usually gains their affection as well as the affection of the Straggele that follow them everywhere. A Berchta sticks to the air when hunting or in combat preferring to direct their Straggele and dive bomb targets that attempt to flee. A Berchta causes their partner to gain an increase in testicular size as well as grow an extra penis to keep up with the numbers of Straggele in his harem. They protect all children in the harem with a violent fervor.
Straggele
Mammal
Satyr Subtype
Height 3-5 Feet
Weight 80-200 pounds
Cup A-H
Waist 20-40 inches
Hips 30-50 inches
Habitat Underground Burrows near Berchta Nests
Aggressiveness Violent Cowardly
Population Rare
Carnivore
Lifespan 40-50 years
Harem Place Enforcer
A Straggele is a type of satyr that transformed in order to live in cold underground cave systems. A pack consists of fifteen or more individuals, the lower ranking Straggele are shorter and less muscular than higher ranking ones. All Straggele have soft thick fur that keep them warm with sharp clawed hands for digging, sharp teeth for eating meat, hoof tipped feet, digitigrade legs, spiraling ram like horns, a short fluffy tail, and goat like ears. Straggele fur ranges from a common black found in lower ranked members to a silver color found in higher ranked members. All Straggele have white eyes signifying their blindness, an extreme aversion to sunlight, as well as a mob mentality rather than independent thoughts.
A higher ranked Straggele has a third horn coming from their forehead that twists like a narwhal tusk. Straggele while extremely good at group assaults become panicked when isolated and often begin braying loudly to call the group to their locations, if a Straggele is left alone for more than three days it begins exploring it's new location before making it's own cave system. For some reason Straggele naturally seek out a Berchta to follow around, a Berchta gains a group of extremely dedicated underlings that act as her hands and ears while the Straggele gain someone to point out things that they can't see as well as a mate thanks to the Berchta being able to go out during the day to hunt for a male. Berchta speak their own language which consist of grunts, whistles, and hoof stomps though higher ranked Straggele can learn almost any language with ease which it immediately teaches to its underlings.
In combat Straggele use the same tactics as a pack of dogs, surrounding their target before a few lower ranked Straggele run forward to claw and bite at the target before disappearing back into the circle. When a target begins weakening the lower ranked Straggele fall back and the higher ranked Straggele calls forth spears of ice covered rocks to impale their targets before the whole pack goes in for the kill. A Straggele gifts their bonded with an understanding of weak points in buildings as well as the structural integrity of caves. Straggele acts as a hunter gatherer in the harem they belong to making sure everyone is fed. The average Straggele births four to seven lambs which go their own way when they are mature.
With another press of a button the words disappeared allowing the young man to see another envelope buzzing "Strange I usually get a single message a month. What do you think it could be girls?" the young man asked before a cacophony of voices responded consisting of a snippy "Who cares.", a bored "A money lender.", a tired "dunno.", a lustful "an ad for stain proofed sheets.", a voice proceeded by a stomach growling "All you can eat take out delivered to the middle of nowhere?", a haughty voice "it is perfectly easy to find out by opening it dear.", and a voice that sounded like an attempt at combining the others "OnLy The shADow KnowS.". The young man turned his chair around to look at a couch set up behind him to see a taller Seraphina that would stand at five feet who proceeded to shrug her shoulders in a clear manner that conveyed the message of 'you won't know if you don't open it.'. Clicking a button opened the letter revealing the contents stored within.
To: Mr. Cob
From: S. W. One Stop Online Agency
Dear Mr. Cob we recieved your order and are happy to respo.
Before it could be read further the young man quickly archived and closed the message. "Charlie what was that?" seven voices inquired at the same time to which the now identified Charlie could only respond "You'll find out tomorrow. Now I believe bed time is in order my beauties.". As soon his companions left he pulled out a small flash drive and inserted it into the side of the metal projector box that functioned as Charlie's Grimoire. A button popped up the same time as another buzzing envelope appeared on the projection that was on the wall.
Upon opening it he read "Red Pawn moves taking Blue Bishop one. Calculated next move, Red Knight one to approach combat zone of Blue Bishop two while Red Pawn attacks Blue Knight one or Blue Knight two. Red Royalty remains off the playing board." Charlie could only stare at the message, the code was simple enough Red was for the follows of the Red crossed Church remnants of the Crusaders that kept the same beliefs that all non humans, those mated to non humans, and those with powers that didn't bend the knee to them needed to be exterminated with extreme prejudice. Blue was a code for anyone who opposed them intentionally or not. For Red the codes of chess pieces were as follows:
A Pawn was a freelancer, an individual or a small group not truly on the board so to speak usually mercenaries. Bishops were support role fighters that could turn the tide of battle using a small specialized force. Knights were leaders of a military unit, the front line tacticians so to speak. Rooks are more often called Able's Judgement and were a last line of resort. They are soldiers that were doped up with Mana and infused with monster genetics causing them to mutate into mindless male versions of monsters. Able's Judgements are taught to attack anything that isn't wearing a special as l cologne that is changed every month so the Blue group can't replicate it. A male Kitsune would look like a stereotypical horror movie werewolf with teeth poking out of its bottom lips, thick hair covering its body, a squashed dog nose, pointed ears, and nine swaying tails. This artificial creature has no magic capability, hardly any intelligence, and no puzzle solving skills, what they do have is an extreme resilience to damage and pain.
The Kyuubi as male Kitsune are called simply phase through most magic taking little to no damage unless they are kept under a sustained assault. Due to the chemicals in their body severed limbs will scab open in mere seconds and heal over in under a minute, organ damage to anything other than the brain is also ignored. Anything short of decapitation or having them waste all their Mana will simply make them more aggressive.
No one knows exactly who or what the King and Queen of the Red side was just that if they entered the board that resistance would be futile and painful.
For Blue a Pawn was an individual who disagrees with the Red crossed Church. Whether it's an open declaration of discontent, mating with a monster, or simply being born with powers the Church deemed unnatural. Pawns were taken to safe havens along with their families when possible but most were killed from the shadows by the Red.
A Bishop was a person who could manipulate their environment to a certain degree, the late Hermit was the most well known of these able to manipulate wildlife and plant matter with the ease of a person taking in a lungful of air. Knights were tactical minded individuals able to turn the tide using traps, tricks, and intelligence as their weapons of the tier fours the Daedalus was theorized to be one able to use a mechanical army. Rooks were the heavies able to stonewall enemies with ease as well as break through enemy formations the Warlock once acted as the leader of this unit. Unlike the Red the Blue didn't have a known King or Queen, the other difference was that the tier four individual wasn't the one holding the rank it was them and their entire harem that were taken into account.
Seeing nothing else on screen Charlie powered off the box, unplugged the flash drive, and got up from his seat revealing a mass almost half as big as he was in front of him. Waddling up to a wall he pressed his hand against it causing a light to shine on his hand before a door opened in the wall in front of him. In the revealed room was a reclined chair that he sat in. The moment he sat down a glass dome lowered that contained several tubes, a monitor screen, and a metal indent. Pulling out the metal Grimoire Charlie inserted it into the indent and the screen powered on with a female voice saying "Welcome Charlie. How was your day?" to which Charlie said "It was fine PAI I need you to bring up the storage information for food, fuel, and purified water. I also need to know if anything bigger than a chihuahua was detected by the Mite units, if their was fuel up all the automated defense units and have them on standby.".
"Food storage remains full of canned and dried foods totalling five tons. Fuel stores are varied, with the oil storage is full, gasoline storage is full, unpurified Mana stores one and two are full while three is at eighty percent and waiting filling. Oil, gasoline, and Mana mix in emergency fifty gallon tanks one, two, and three are full, with primary one hundred gallon tanks one through four full, and primary tank five at fifty percent, tanks six, seven, and eight are empty. Purifiers one through six are fully functional while seven and eight are unactivated. There are twenty thousand gallons of water currently stored in emergency storage contained in half gallon containers. No intruders detected by the Mite units though based upon incoming calculations from the files sent to you fueling up all automatic defenses as well as most of your controlled units that are closest to the edges of the perimeter." PIA reported
Charlie rubbed his nose before sighing "PIA dose me up with chemicals A, D, and P of Kiky's special brews, begin purifying the Mana in storage tank three as well as any that can be harvested from me during the next twelve hours. Have all primary control units fueled up and on standby and fuel up all automatic units and activate the ones closest to the primary entry point. Once the Mana is purified mix it with the oil and gasoline to make the automaton fuel just in case, then activate the Memory Lounge, set the date to the day before I met Seraphina." Once those words were said his clothing dispersed into black sand that settled on the floor revealing a cluster of three monstrous cocks with the middle one being twice as thick and long as the others, all of them were resting on a beanbag sized scrotum audibly gurgling with unspent seed as well as six lumps in his abdomen in the area a six pack would be. The glass dome at the top attached to the bottom with a hiss of steam before several needle tipped cables coming up from beneath his seat before one stabbed into each of the masses in his abdomen and two stabbed into each of his testicles. His testicles as well as the lumps in his abdomen pulsed and swelled steadily growing while two tubes extended from the floor and attached to a side penis just in time for the first murky spurt of pre to explode forth. Each side shaft swelled until they were as thick as a soda can and two feet in length while the central cock grew to be as thick as a paint can and forty four inches long. Charlie's primary cock spewed several gallons of pre just as a fat tube came from the floor to catch the emission. "Having eight balls sucks sometimes it means ten shots instead of four." As soon as Charlie said that the screen in the lounge turned white and began rapidly flashing a countdown.
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"Memory Lounge activated"
I'm leaving off here simply due to the complexity of the upcoming chapter which will primarily be in Charlie's POV. The chapter will also flesh out more of the characters on both sides.
