Chapter 60(orphan)

Choppy and his six breasted daemonette "girlfriend" were making out heavily in a trench as sporadic gunfire shot overhead.

The war against the "lapdogs of the false emperor" had been raging for over a week now, and very little progress had been made to dislodge the stubborn space marine defenders.

Another incoming orbital bombardment whistled overhead, and Choppy and his demonic girlfriend scrambled into the cover of a bunker built into the long trench.

The human and demon held each other grimly as explosions quaked directly overhead, shaking dust loose from the dirt covered thick aluminium ceiling beams.

The bombing subsided, and the strange couple cautiously emerged from the bunker to resume their positions in the trench.

Choppy used an angled shiny aluminium mirror on the end of a short pole to spy over the lip of the trench.

Heavy bolter fire from an automated tarantula turret immediately hit the mirror, blasting it to pieces!

"Fuck this shit! Let's go back to the prison and fuck," Choppy told his girlfriend, whom he had affectionately named "Tits".

"Tits" the daemonette hissed unhappily at Choppy's cowardly suggestion, and shook her flesh-dreadlock covered head, refusing to abandon her post.

"Damn it Tits! Well FINE! You are fucking lucky that I like you so much!" Choppy relented unhappily, unwilling to leave the demon he had romantically bonded with.

Tits the daemonette smiled at him with her long needle teeth, and Choppy grouchily stayed put in the trench without deserting. He settled for groping Tits on her namesake in compensation for staying, which she enthusiastically encouraged.

This trench was one of many that completely encircled the wreckage crash site now. Every night additional trenches were dug under the cover of darkness, getting ever more insanely close to the enemy.

The convicts had initially been less than eager to slum it out in the dangerous trenches, they were much more interested in the girls. Unfortunately, millions of additional convict men had now migrated to Choppy's prison to get at the girls, and the bits of the prison that held the actual flesh and blood mortal girls were now standing room only!

The only pussy that could now be reached was the continuously summoned multitudes of daemonettes. The daemonettes had patriotically moved to man the trenches, and the desperately horny convicts had been forced to follow them.

Choppy noticed another guy eyeing "his" daemonette, and wrapped his arms around her jealously. Pussy was becoming a precious commodity that had to be jealously held as ever more convicts migrated to the area.

It was currently the local equivalent of approximately three in the morning, the only time of day outside that the temperature was ever approaching comfortably bearable. It was very dark and the perfect time to slip away from the trenches to the safety of the prison.

Tits kissed his cheek affectionately as he staked his claim on her, and Choppy made sure that the crude aluminium necklace he had given her was still around her neck. The necklace was in place, and the largest piece of it was carved "Choppy's Girl", a clear warning for other men to back off.

Tits didn't ever speak, she was apparently completely mute but for hisses and sex noises. She relied completely on gestures and body language to communicate with Choppy, and mostly just wanted either sex or military duty. As far as Choppy could tell, Tits had been assigned to purely defensive duty permanently holding this particular trench, ordered to attack any enemies who entered the trench but not leave.

Choppy had jealously staked his claim on her, and was forced to stay with her perpetually to keep his exclusive access to her, no matter the atmosphere or situation outside.

During the heat of the day he sheltered from the heat in the relatively cooler buried bunker, sleeping during this time as Tits maintained her vigil out in the trench, supernaturally shrugging off the lethal heat. The day was too hot for other guys to be out making a move on her, but during the night Choppy was all over her jealously.

Choppy was very wise to be jealous, as Tits was not even remotely faithful to him unless he guarded her constantly, she would cheat on him right in front of him with any man in the blink of an eye in fact!

A squad of sinister giant Night Lords crept silently past the pair in the darkness. Choppy saw them and ignored them, they were focused on their own dark business and not trying to steal his girl.

The huge system of trenches existed almost solely for the purpose of letting the Night Lords safely creep close to the wreckage, letting them perform hit and run ambushes on the enemy from relative safety.

The enemy themselves never stormed the trenches, they seemed determined to simply hold the wreckage as they methodically stole treasure from it. They were desperately outnumbered and lacked the men to capture any ground, merely holding onto their prize with unmoving stubbornness.

More crude chaos mortar shells whistled down overhead, followed by a series of explosions on the nearby wreckage. The mortars fired almost constantly on the lapdogs day and night, hopefully wearing them down over time.

The heretics had proven surprisingly clever and resourceful in turning the prison into a mixed armaments factory, taking the abundant aluminium stores and mixing this with homemade explosives, churning out an endless supply of mortars and shells, replaced faster than the enemy could blow them up.

The mortars did little against the enemy space marines in their power armour, but were reaping havoc on their lighter armoured common human troops, and shattering floodlights with continuous shrapnel.

Choppy pitied the poor blighters, the enemy human soldiers didn't even seem to want to be here fighting, it was a shame to kill them like this just to get at the asshole marines. The common grunts would be better off joining the good guys of chaos, fuck the Imperium!

Choppy got angry just thinking about this, the Imperium had never given him shit in his entire life. He had been born poor and desperate in a filthy poverty stricken underhive, he had murdered from an early age just to survive, earning his nickname from chopping up people he robbed, his way of leaving no witnesses...

Choppy had killed a lot of people by the time the local authorities finally caught him, he wouldn't have killed them at all if he hadn't been so fucking poor and desperate, no one ever gave him nothing. The authorities hadn't given a shit about this, and sent him off to this shit hole with a bomb around his neck to be worked nearly to death while being bummed every fucking day by guards!

Fuck that shit, fuck the Imperium, fuck the marines, and double fuck the Emperor!

The forces of chaos were a thousand times less bad than the Imperium. The chaos worshippers had removed the bomb from Choppy's neck, let him get revenge on the faggot guards, set him free, given him a shitload of their hot women to fuck, taken him in as a member of their warband, and were even now fighting to reclaim the ship that would get him off this shit hole! The Imperium never gave him shit, no fucking WONDER Choppy had chosen chaos!

Tits seemed to sense his thoughts, and smiled approvingly. Choppy grinned back at his demonic girl.

"I worship Slaanesh now Tits, you lot earned at least that much from me," Choppy told Tits.

Tits moaned in delight and kissed him sensually.

Choppy warmly encouraged this kiss, putting his tongue in her mouth as he made out with her heavily.

The daemonette didn't bite, Tits never bit, she was a good girl who sucked rather than bit whatever entered her mouth. Choppy had put all sorts of bits of his anatomy in that mouth of hers, she loved to suck.

More war mayhem interrupted their kissing yet again.

"Can we at least stay in the bunker where it's safe Tits?," Choppy shouted over the din of explosions.

Tits looked indecisive, torn between standing at her post or relocating a few meters to be inside the relatively safer bunker.

Choppy made the decision for her, grabbing the daemonette and attempting to physically carry her away.

Tits hissed viciously and bit his arm!

Choppy dropped the uncooperative daemonette, rubbing his painful bite. He felt betrayed!

"Why the fuck did you bite me Tits?!"

The daemonette gestured insistently with her crab claws at her spot in the trench, adamant not to leave it when not directly sheltering from immediately incoming artillery fire.

Choppy was getting extremely frustrated with the limitations of this relationship, he could only ever fuck and kiss Tits out in the dangerous trenches, and the war interrupted them CONSTANTLY!

Tits seemed to be telepathic, and moaned sympathetically at Choppy's thoughts. She held out her crab clawed arms to him, offering a reconciliatory hug.

Choppy looked her up and down, admiring her six massive tits, and accepted the hug from his sweetheart.

"Sorry about getting cross with you Tits," Choppy said tenderly.

Tits kissed his cheek sweetly, forgiving him completely.

"I... I love you Tits," Choppy admitted shyly, the first time he had told her.

"I know we have only been together for barely over a week, it's soon and all, but I really do love you Tits,"

Tits licked his face erotically in response to this admission.

"Do... Do you love me too?," Choppy asked hesitantly.

Tits nodded happily, continuing to lick his face all over.

Choppy was elated and kissed the mute warp entity, she loved him too!

Choppy observed other men in the trenches eyeing his girl, and felt a sudden jealous suspicion.

"Do you love any other men?," Choppy asked insecurely.

Tits nodded enthusiastically!

Choppy flooded with jealousy and demanded to know which other men she loved.

Tits gestured all around her, suggesting that she was pointing from horizon to horizon in every direction!

"You love EVERY man on the entire fucking PLANET?!"

Tits nodded with a naughty lustful smile.

Choppy had a sudden epiphany, and wondered what the fuck he had been thinking trying to romantically bond with this faithless inhuman warp entity! He was out of his mind!

Tits hissed softly in upset from his thoughts and shook her head in protest.

"You saying that you want to be my girl?," Choppy demanded.

Tits nodded.

"MY girl alone?," Choppy pressed.

Tits shook her head sullenly, pouting.

"So you want to be the girlfriend of both me and EVERY other guy on the planet?!" Choppy spat in outrage.

Tits nodded energetically.

Choppy roared with jealousy and punched her in the face.

His knuckles nearly broke from the supernatural toughness of her skull bones!

Tits moaned brazenly at the punch and turned her other cheek for him to punch it as well!

Choppy spat with rage and smashed the shoulder stock of his shoddy aluminium lasgun into her face.

The aluminium shoulder stock bent terribly from the impact.

Black daemonic ichor bled from her face, the stock had gashed her face open!

Choppy came to his senses and frantically tried to stem her bleeding.

What had he done!

Tits was bleeding badly, seriously wounded!

Choppy wailed in dismay and tried to stem the flow with his hands!

Tits wiped her crab claws in the gushing flow of black ichor soaking between his hands.

Tits was suddenly wiping the black ichor on her claws all over his mouth!

Choppy inadvertently ingested some of her blood!

Power suddenly blazed through his veins, and an unstoppable unholy urge gripped hold of him, driving him mindlessly to drink her blood!

Choppy put his mouth to her face wound, he sucked greedily on the black ichor blood!

He was swallowing great mouthfuls now!

With every gulp more power filled his veins.

Tits was now dissolving into a puddle of blood!

Choppy drank the puddle dry in a frenzy, emptying it completely!

He licked every trace from his skin and surroundings, bloated to near bursting now!

Fiery pain gripped him, he fell down in a balled up posture on the ground, screaming in agony!

The blood in his stomach was steadily absorbing into his flesh, adding to his own blood, occupying steadily less space as it somehow squeezed between the atoms of his body.

His bloated stomach was shrinking, the pain was subsiding...

Choppy looked down at his completely naked body, everything looked just as it had before...

"Tits?, Where are you girl?," Choppy called with terrible anxiety for her safety.

A familiar hiss filled his mind... From the INSIDE!

Tits was somehow possessing his body now!

For a moment all was calm.

Sudden pain wracked him, his chest and abdomen was in agony!

Six lumps swelled on his front, three pairs of horribly familiar lumps!

Choppy was growing tits! This could not be happening!

He felt a pain between his legs, oh sweet mercy not THAT!

Choppy's penis and testicles retracted up into his body! NO!

Choppy now had a vagina!

Pain gripped his scalp.

His hair was falling out...

Dreadlocks of flesh agonisingly extended from his scalp like hair!

Choppy was getting extremely scared now, he was turning into Tits!

Tits hissed in his mind, telling him that this wasn't entirely correct. What did she mean?

Painful swellings bulged on his back...

Choppy shrieked with agony as daemonic wings ripped forth from the bulges on his back!

His hands and feet were now changing, swelling longer and larger.

His feet were now talons like a daemonette!

His hands were not crab claws, he still had fingers...

But those hands were now elongated and had razor sharp claws at the fingers!

Choppy's entire face and body was warping, becoming both lithe and feminine as well as deadly and strong.

Choppy gave a daemonic roar of primal joy and triumph as the process ended, he was GLORIOUS!

Some passing Night Lords looked at Choppy, nodding in approval. Choppy gazed back, the Night Lords looked somehow even BIGGER than before...

Choppy realised in horror that he was now the physical size of a WOMAN!

"What happened to me?!" Choppy exclaimed in a distinctly female distorted demon voice.

"You are a possessed warrior, stronger and faster and tougher and deadlier than before." The Night Lords informed him approvingly.

"Why am I a girl now?!" Choppy demanded.

The Night Lords laughed nastily and said, "so that you can breed more soldiers for the armies of Slaanesh. This planet needs many more women to breed with the men, you have been conscripted to help in this duty."

Choppy backed away in disgust, he would NOT be doing it with men!

Tits surfaced in his mind, and his will was suddenly being altered from within...

Choppy was filled with the all consuming nymphomania of Tits, his entire outlook on life suddenly changed.

Choppy was now a polyarmorous pansexual, so horny that he was on the verge of weeping!

He NEEDED cocks inside him! His vagina was so wet that it ached! He needed cocks right NOW!

Choppy was too horny to resist and threw himself at the nearest unattached penal legionaries in the trench, moaning to be fucked!

They were the same ones that had been trying to steal Tits from him!

Choppy was getting gang banged 30 seconds later, moaning and screaming in a female voice, driven by the unstoppable will of Slaanesh to get pregnant and breed more chaos worshippers!

Tits was making delighted noises at his mind, and he could now somehow just understand what she was trying to tell him.

"Now we can be together as you wished, just you and me. The men will now fuck YOU instead of me, so you don't get jealous..."

Choppy screamed inside his head, screamed and screamed and SCREAMED!

***...

The loyalist space marines were weary and unhappy as they endured endless barrages of mortar fire, it was getting increasingly difficult to even land the thunderhawk gunships in this incessant fusillade.

The wreckage was still held, barely, but for how much longer the marines couldn't say.

The deep enemy trenches were now dug so close to the wreckage that you could piss off the edge of the wrecks and have it land inside the trenches!

These trenches were swarming with millions of penal legionaries, daemonettes, and possessed daemon hosts, and every night Night Lords and other monstrous horrors burst from these trenches to inflict lightning fast hit and run raids on the wreckage.

The casualties were awful. Three quarters of the original chapter serf cannon fodder soldiers were now dead or wounded, and the ships in orbit were running low on spare crew to replace them. The marines themselves had suffered a few dead from the raids and shrapnel, and the interior of the wreckage itself was becoming increasingly dangerous as Night Lords snuck inside it.

Had the treasure still contained within not been so great, then the two chapters would have abandoned the Nightmare Asylum completely, and abandoned 92/EHY/55 to it's fate.

The Marines Malevolent and Angels of Brutality didn't care about 92/EHY/55, they had never cared what happened to it. The planet and it's billions of inferior ordinary human inhabitants were completely expendable. The only thing that truly mattered, the ONLY thing that had motivated them to engage the Nightmare Asylum in the first place was all the treasure it carried.

The two pariah chapters were not in good standing with most of the rest of the Imperium, and suffered numerous periodic funding embargoes in penalty for their so called "abuses". The chapters had a choice between "improving" their behaviour or finding immense enough spoils of war to not need much outside funding. The chapters had naturally chosen to focus on gathering spoils of war...

The Nightmare Asylum with its many many millions of tons of gold was about the biggest spoil of war in existence, hence here the pariah chapters were...

Captains Milat and Gacy had huge bags under their eyes from lack of sleep as they bent over the latest military map. They were inside the shelter of the ruined command bridge of the crashed battle barge the "Blood Oceans", having set up their command headquarters here, and maps and radios and military files were piled everywhere all around them.

"Orbital fleet report! What is the status of the collected treasure now?," Captain Gacy ordered his pair of strike cruisers in orbit.

"Over 0.9 million tons of gold collected so far Brother-Captain. The minimum break-even amount for the mission losses is almost reached, only 3 more hours of thunderhawk flights to go." A space marine up in orbit voxed back.

"We are almost there," Captain Milat reassured Captain Gacy.

"Almost there?, Almost THERE!? We are ALMOST at merely BREAKING EVEN! I want a PROFIT! Don't talk to me about breaking even being a victory!" Captain Gacy shouted back angrily.

"We WILL! We're not pulling out until late tomorrow at least, plenty of time to fly up additional gold," Captain Milat tried to reassure him.

"I want ALL of the gold, not just a tiny little profit! The strike cruisers in orbit are MINE, and they are NOT leaving until I say so!" Captain Gacy demanded arrogantly.

Captain Milat paused silently at this, Gacy had him in a tight spot without those two cruisers.

"(Sigh), Very well, how do you want to do this?," Captain Milat acquiesced.

"We just keep holding the wreckage to the last man, until we have all that our ships can carry. ONLY THEN will we leave," Captain Gacy informed him.

Captain Milat nodded dubiously and returned his gaze to the map, this new plan would be extremely difficult to achieve.

"Brother-Captains, another hundred chapter serfs have fallen casualty!" A vox report broke the brief grim silence...

***...

Choppy and Tits moaned obscenely as "they" flew through the air on "their" new demonic wings, their six huge breasts jiggling with every wing beat.

Far away down below them was the crash site of the Nightmare Asylum, crawling all over with loyalist scum of the false Emperor.

Mortar shells whistled past in the air, and Tits elegantly dodged the lethal projectiles, tasked with "driving" their shared body, as Choppy aimed the "long-las" sniper lasgun they had been issued with their elongated feminine hands.

Choppy kept aim with the sniper scope as they soared through the air, and narrowly missed a gap in the armour at the back of a Marines Malevolent knee. The laser beam absorbed harmlessly into a ceramite leg plate, merely spooking the marine into finding better cover.

Sporadic return fire filled the air, but Choppy/Tits and the other winged demon hosts were far too graceful, agile, and high up to hit.

Choppy and Tits were no longer separate entities, gradually blending together into one single person. Their every dream and desire was blended together into a perverse mixture, their every motion divided up between their control, letting them multitask perfectly.

The combined entity was still undecided on what their name should be, but at the moment they had settled on "Choppy Tits" as a name.

It had been a few days now since they had merged, and the Choppy part of the entity had calmed down somewhat and come slightly to terms with his new fate. He was still angry about it, but more "miffed" anger rather than "rage" anger now after a few days.

Choppy Tits aimed it's sniper lasgun again, and damaged the bionic arm of an Angel of Brutality, making the marine drop his bolter from the now limp bionic.

Choppy Tits danced elegantly about the sky on it's graceful wings, flitting and gliding hither and yither as it dodged whistling mortar shells with almost lazy ease, twirling about for the mere joy of it. Choppy Tits was high up, at the maximum effective range of the sniper lasgun to avoid being hit by return fire, terrorising the enemy by shooting down on them from above.

Choppy Tits fired again, and far below a chapter serf's left hand was burned half off, losing 4 fingers and nearly half of his left palm. The man's screaming shrieks of horror drifted up to meet Choppy Tits's ears.

"Poor blighter," Choppy Tits purred sadly, having nothing personal against the poor unfortunate serf slaves.

Other winged demon possessed hosts fired sniper lasguns down on the enemy, adding to the mayhem and terror. The Night Lords were performing a surprise hit and run attack right now, and the flyers were providing excellent covering fire to keep the enemy pinned down and distracted.

"Up above the world so high, like little moths in the sky," Choppy Tits sang, soaring around majestically.

The view from up here was fantastic. It was late at night and very dark, but Choppy Tits had excellent daemonic eyesight and could see everything in surprisingly crisp detail.

The trenches were now a vast interconnected maze system, letting men walk all the way from the prison to the wreckage without walking on the ground above the trenches at any time. The trenches were swarming with men and daemonettes, and only the heavy bolter turrets were keeping this vast multitude from completely swarming the wreckage.

Vast armies of men were marching over the horizons towards the prison complex, all of them horny convicts who were migrating over the planet to reach the women.

Choppy Tits got horny at the sight of these millions of migrating lust filled men...

Choppy Tits ran out of ammunition a few minutes later, and decided that the migrating men probably carried some ammo. Might be a good place to reload... And greet them too as well...

Choppy Tits soared off with exhilarating speed towards the wonderfully horny men. Choppy Tits was completely naked as always, wearing only the crude aluminium necklace Choppy had given Tits, and carrying nothing but a sniper lasgun.

The men up ahead had not yet encountered a woman, and would be extra EXTRA horny with the lust that Slaanesh craved. Choppy Tits wanted very much to be the one to break their sexual starvation, and flew with renewed speed towards them.

The land tore past below, covering many miles in a few minutes, and Choppy Tits eagerly swooped down just ahead of a vast group of men, standing before them with limbs spread erotically, showing off the six breasts and vagina.

The men roared with triumphant joy and surged forward to reach Choppy Tits...

Choppy Tits was soon feeling like some sort of penis pin cushion! Blessed Slaanesh so much sex!

The men were sex starved and frantic, and Choppy Tits greedily fed off this intense lust energy, becoming stronger with each new man.

"Does anyone have a spare lasgun power pack?," Choppy Tits suddenly asked, remembering the battle.

50 different guys offered full power packs to Choppy Tits, very enthusiastic to oblige.

"I really should get back to the battle, I am sniping our enemies from the air, just came here for fresh ammo," Choppy Tits informed the men after a few more minutes of fun.

"You ain't going anywhere girly!" Choppy Tits was informed with a gun to the head.

"There are a lot more like me just a few miles ahead, enough for all of you. It's not safe to stay out here in the open come dawn, we will get bombed," Choppy Tits explained urgently.

The men were interested by this promise of more women, and many continued marching onwards, but enough of the men were too horny and desperate to let go of Choppy Tits to continue, and just resumed treating Choppy Tits like a pin cushion!

Choppy Tits was into it, but getting worried about the battle as time dragged on. They really needed to return to the battle now!

Time dragged on.

It was getting lighter in the sky now!

"We will be bombed! We must FLEE!" Choppy Tits urged the uncooperative rapists.

The men looked at the growing light and reluctantly let Choppy Tits fly away as they fled for the safety of the distant prison complex.

Choppy Tits flew urgently to the battle, but it was over now. The Night Lords had discontinued the attacks until the next darkness...

Choppy Tits disappointedly flew back to the prison complex to wait out the heat of the day.

Choppy Tits gracefully flew under the bottom lip of the overhead void shield, and circled lazily through the air above the buildings, looking for a place to "roost".

The prison was visibly packed with millions of people, far more than could fit in the buildings. Multitudes thronged the open prison yards, and aluminium shades had been erected in many places to provide the meagre cool of some shade.

Choppy Tits had no desire to swelter uncomfortably outside, and kept searching for a cool place.

Choppy Tits noticed bikini clad heretic women being escorted across the grounds by Night Lords, and glided after them curiously.

The bikini girls were heading for what looked like a huge aluminium above ground swimming pool that was still in the process of being assembled and welded together!

Choppy Tits moaned in ecstatic delight and circled overhead, watching eagerly as the pool took shape.

The swimming pool was absolutely enormous, a full 4 hectares at least in total area, taking up most of one of the numerous prison yards. An eager crowd of women in bikinis and sun goggles were standing by in an excited impatient crowd, and many thousands of men were being kept back from the women by Night Lords.

Next to the pool was a massive heat exchanger attached to an equally massive industrial grade refrigerated moisture vaporator, a device that used cold refrigerated metal surfaces to condense water from the air.

92/EHY/55 might be dry and never rain, but an industrial grade moisture vaporator as big as this one should have little difficulty filling the pool. The prisons themselves already used similar devices to provide the drinking water, it was easy enough to do.

The pool itself wasn't very deep, maybe a bit over a meter in depth by the look of the sides. The aluminium wouldn't handle the weight of four hectares of water too much deeper than this anyway. It would certainly be deep enough to have a wonderfully cool wade and a dip.

Other winged demon hosts began circling above the pool, first a handful, then a flock of hundreds of them!

Night Lords looked up at the dense flock of demon possessed hosts, and waved their arms around as though to shoo them away like birds!

The demon hosts would not be denied their chance to swim, and more and more came until many thousands were flapping overhead, moaning loudly in anticipation.

The pool was soon fully constructed, and the huge moisture condenser was powered up in a mighty updraft of waste heat, raising the flock slightly as the rising thermal draft caught their wings.

Water started flowing into the pool from pipes to the condenser, and the entire flock swooped down to cool their feet in the few millimetres of water that flowed along the floor of the pool.

Choppy Tits sighed in bliss as they stepped their dusty feet on the wonderfully cool puddle of spreading water! Oh Slaanesh so good!

"Quit dirtying up the pool you flying pests!" One of the Night Lords shouted at them!

Other Night Lords joined in shouting abuse at the winged demon hosts, making the flock uneasy.

A few squads of Night Lords physically entered the empty pool and started chasing the flock away!

Choppy Tits moaned in dismay and took off as a Night Lord ran at them!

Choppy Tits and the others circled agitatedly overhead, as Night Lords ran all around the pool to keep them from landing.

The bikini clad women then gracefully entered the pool, and sat splashing their hands and feet on the growing puddle in the bottom as the flyers gazed down jealously!

Choppy Tits and the others had spent much of the night fighting the enemy, it wasn't too much to ask that they be allowed in the pool in thanks!

"Let us in or we will shit in the pool!" One of the other flyers threatened with a distorted female voice.

What a genius idea!

"YEAH! We will shit in the pool!" Choppy Tits and the entire rest of the flock warned vindictively.

The women in bikinis all squeaked in dismayed fright at this threat, holding their arms over their heads like shields.

"You wouldn't dare!" A Night Lord tried to call their bluff.

As one, the entire flock dive bombed the women and Night Lords in the pool, squeezing out turds to drop on their heads!

The women wailed and screamed and went "ew!" At least most anyway, a few moaned in sexual arousal, but on the whole most vacated the pool VERY quickly!

Night Lords roared with outrage and opened fire on the flock with their bolters!

Demon hosts exploded in sprays of mangled gore that dropped down into the pool!

Choppy Tits and the vast majority of the flock survived unharmed and merely scattered away, flying off to other parts of the prison complex, as miserable humans performed the unpleasant task of cleaning the pool before it could be filled again.

Choppy Tits grouchily roosted on the roof of a cell block building, sweating in the increasingly hot sun. This wasn't fair!

Choppy Tits got too hot and swooped down to try to find some food and water. The yards had evenly spread piles of food rations and aluminium bottles of water, set out for people to use.

Choppy Tits snatched up a water bottle and ration box from the wing without landing, and roosted on a window ledge to eat and drink.

It sure was getting hot...

A quick investigation showed that the pool was still being cleaned, and Choppy Tits glided instead towards a different area of the sprawling city sized prison complex.

Choppy Tits moaned in delight to find convicts spraying around a fire hose over crowds of overheated people in one of the prison yards. Choppy Tits swooped down into the crowd and basked gloriously in the cool spray of the water! Oh YES!

Choppy Tits began cleaning itself up in the water spray, washing away the shit and dust. It was then grabbed by men and penetrated. Choppy Tits tolerated this for as long as the hose lasted, but slipped free in the slippery wetness as soon as the hose stopped, flying away to seek more cooling.

The pool was fully cleaned now!

The Night Lords seemed to have despaired of keeping the flyers out this time, and just tolerated the thousands of winged demon hosts that were alighting into the pool. Choppy Tits swooped down in the throng of wings, and almost flattened a pair of bikini clad brunettes chained together by the necks...

"Wendy and Octavia?," Choppy Tits asked in recognition.

"Yes?, Who are you?," Wendy asked, as wings pummelled her head from all directions.

"It's me Choppy, I'm a demon host now," Choppy Tits said excitedly.

"Choppy! I missed you!" Octavia squealed, hugging Choppy Tits happily.

"A flying demon host huh... Well I wish that the rest of your flock would just flock off somewhere else! You all are RUINING our swimming pool!" Wendy complained.

Choppy Tits crouched down in the shallow puddle of deliciously cool water and sighed in bliss, before telling Wendy, "we were all getting too hot."

"Speaking of too hot..."

Choppy Tits pounced on Octavia and began making passionate love to the delighted slut.

This really was the life!

***...