Unfortunately enough, by the time you were finished nibbling on Donna's ears as a demonstration of your dominance (she was mostly ticklish about it, which was a fine enough reason for you), the portal to the real city is already fairly close to closing up, so you just chose to spend most of the day at home, fiddling with your magic and practicing various things.
You also made sure to limit the amount of ice cream you ate for lunch, seeing how you're planning on fighting whatever it is that's causing the demonic field effect as soon as the portal reopens... which it does at the usual time, as always.
You know the way towards the right place by this point, flying onwards on what is certainly not a magical carpet of any description despite its increased thickness and stability.
Now, here you are, watching the big apartment building you know the demon (or demons, for that matter) to be staying inside of. The only question is... how do you approach this?
Landing in short order, you find the doors to the building unlocked, which strikes you as dreadfully lacking in caution, but it is convenient for your purposes.
As usual when you are busy in this general area, you are ignoring the sounds coming from everywhere around you, wet slapping and moans from various kinds of people merging into background noise you summarily declare to be such as you do your thing. Inside the building, however, the volume of those sounds is almost overwhelming; even a cursory glance confirms that people are having sex all over the place.
The hallways are filled with naked meat and you can hear voices from doors kept ajar rather than closed that make it clear more inhabitants of this place are satisfying their lusts all around the clock; everything from what looks like a busty housewife being spitroasted by two middle-aged men to a few teenagers humping each other in a small orgy is visible.
That said, you aren't here to participate, even if that father literally handing his younger daughter around like a party favor looks like someone you'd hit up otherwise. Now that you're in the depths of the demon's lair, you're having an easier time filtering out the magic suffusing it, at least to some extent; you can clearly see a ball of energy quite a few floors up.
Funnily enough, while the stairs are out of order, so to say, due to the amount of people using them as a place to have sex on, the elevator, while containing a blonde teenage girl that is leaning against one of its walls and spreading her legs for anyone that is passing by, is mostly accessible to you.
Also, bad horny Jackie. Sex later, probably horrifying fight now.
You pass by a few floors on your way up, a few people coming into the elevator and hitching a ride on the way. From what shorter glimpses you can make out, most of these floors are just normal apartment building places, plus the seemingly neverending orgy fueled by the magic hanging thickly in the air, but a few seem to have some sort of 'theme'.
You're pretty sure you saw at least one BDSM floor, one 'daycare' floor and one with mostly male or female occupants each, but eventually you arrive where you were meaning to.
At first glance, the floor you're exiting the elevator on is just a very normal one, but as you wander through it for a bit you soon realize why it feels a little different. As you look through opened doors, you find more than one person being mercilessly raped by groups of men and boys, seemingly uncaring of their consent whether present or nonexistent; some struggle, some just go along with it, but this is very clearly a place where holes get abused and pummeled until they're red and gaping.
You don't pay that any mind, though, whether it's a little boy held in the air for easy access or a young woman taking a pole into every hole. No, you have a particular target in mind, and you are approaching it fast.
The first thing you do is hear it as you approach, a deep, guttural grunting echoing a short way through the hallway. Clearly inhuman in nature, it is mixing with the sounds of slapping flesh from all around nonetheless.
Then, you can smell it in the air, closing in on the open door you know your prey to be behind. It isn't exactly body odor as you know it, more of the smell that hot air would leave, like a fresh grill just being fired up and heating coals.
Then, you can see it. Vaguely humanoid, but bent over onto all fours, a bulky and muscly body resting on strong knuckles and clawed feet, its claws in general extremely long and sharp-looking. Its head protrudes a bit, with three long horns jutting forwards from it, the curved things coming from the chin and both side, even as a longer, sweeping pair of horns makes its way backwards around its body from what passes for a forehead, massive plate of bone or stone or whatever it is on the top of its cerebral construction.
Its teeth are sharp, but still vaguely, distressingly similar to that of a human, and its eyes are so small you can hardly see them, slight red slits above the mouth. Where its skin is gray and reminiscent of the color of coal in parts, like the contrast between fresh and burnt out coal, its horns both black and veering into ebony white towards their tips.
On its chest, there are four insect-like limbs ending in single, sharp claws, completing its look.
This would be intimidating enough as it is, but the grasping arms underneath it are showing their use in holding a naked teenager in place, the girl kept face down, ass up to take a massive cock just as charcoal-black as you would expect it. She's just laying there in its grip, moaning and twitching, her legs spread wide to accommodate the intruder you can't quite make out from this angle.
Expelling air in a guttural shout, the demon's horns light up with red energy along the insides of their curves, announcing the creature's peak as it pumps a load of thick cum into the girl. It splatters onto the ground in bursts, obviously not the first shot of this kind she's taken, and as the demon comes down off its rush, it sights you.
Grunting, it releases its current victim, shaking out its opulent head as it begins to approach you.
Your reaction to a giant demon bearing down on you, of course, is to take a step backwards and ascertain that a window isn't too far away, meaning that you have options beyond the hallway.
The demon seems to be, if anything, amused by this, huffing and mirroring your movement. This is a sign of disrespect, however, and you can't have that.
Almost reflexively, you pull your guns, switching from solid bullets to the squirt gun attachments and firing from both, nailing the demon into its oversized headplate.
Miraculously, it seems to hit it just fine, ignoring the thick armor by the looks of it. The demon rears back, its self-satisfied attitude replaced by a mix of hatred and fury as the blessed water impacts it. It also lets out an angry roar, shaking its head wildly in an attempt to shake off the offending fluid.
Too bad for it, because you are Jackie and you have marked it with your fluids already. Take that, stupid demon.
Except it seems to disagree, its clawed hindfeet digging into the ground even as its front legs stretch out as it lunges after you, its sweeping horns breaking straight through the doorframe and plaster and splinters turning into a short-lived shawl trailing through the air behind it!
You immediately jump to the side, using your superior swiftness to avoid being hit by the charge, only for the demon's head to go low as it tries to gore you in a sudden upswing, shaking its head and managing to catch one of your feet.
Your exceedingly graceful (and yet manly) maneuver turns into a short tumble through the air, but you pull in your legs and land in a roll, pushing yourself upwards again to face the monster just now reorienting towards you, the hallway just barely wide enough to accommodate its very big head.
What? It is big. Swollen and discolored, even, if you count the horns.
You subtly make sure you can stand alright, but your (newly improved, thank you) amulet took the hit for you just fine. It still pushed against you and hurt, but only a little- the subdermal armor Brian implanted is doing its job, too.
You quietly smug at the demon.
Of course, you can't leave things like this- you have to make sure that everyone can see your clear superiority in this matter, just as with any other, and so you blast out a solid wall of cold, the corners of the hallway suddenly sporting a plethora of ice flowers even as the demon itself, which is what your wrath is focused on, now has a thin cover of snow all over its dark skin.
Breathing out fog with its every breath, the demon's heartrate and breathing visibly speed up, glaring at you with utter hatred and contept for a long moment...
And then darting back into the apartment it came from, wet sounds echoing from within and a feminine voice making itself known- is this thing having sex again?
... Why? You have to prioritize when you're fighting.
Annoying. You were planning to blast more magic at it, but if it just turns around and leaves that makes things harder.
Keeping an eye on its magic through the wall as best you can, you note it is swelling up, as though the demon is trying to cast a spell. Accurately hitting anything like this is a pain, so you dart after it, dashing so as to get it in your sight and fire two ice lances at once in its direction using both your guns.
It is facing you, the horns glowing a deep hot red, and with a primal roar its three frontal horns emit a solid field of energy that becomes a solid beam in turn, pure heat impacting your front.
You can hear your amulet shatter to pieces, but it does do its job, protecting you from this sudden, inimical attack. However, you ignore the burning hot air just as surely as you do the young woman still being pummelled by the demon's dick, lying under it face down and ass up as its grasping arms hold her in place.
Your guns are up, and from them you fire, pulling the triggers without shooting the bullets nor the holy water you have loaded. What they emit instead are two enormous, pointy and very fast spears made of ice, hitting its faceplate and an arm each. One has trouble penetrating it very far, getting just the tip through as it buries itself inside the demon's face, while the other one gets in deep, pushing through its bizeps and making it screech at you in its inhuman voice.
That is the sound that tortured souls make, you're pretty sure. Deep and bellowing and somehow like several voices stacked over each other. Could just be the fact you don't like it, though. Bleeeegh!
... Ugh, you'd kinda hoped this fight wouldn't be this hard. Now here you are in front of a demon with heat beams and a captive it can rape to probably empower itself, if the magic you see around where it's inside of the sweaty naked girl is to be believed.
... And now it's charging at you, wonderful.
It doesn't matter. It can charge at you all it wants, you have it where you want it now.
Raising your pistols again, you twitch one of your fingers- the one with a particular ring on it. You never tried it out except to water your garden (that is, incidentally, Viridis' forest), but the effect is still just the same, a wave of water springing forth out of nowhere and washing over in the direction you pointed it at.
And your guns remain raised.
The demon is moving in full, now, its hands grasping for the doorframe it destroyed earlier, and as the rush of water comes over it, it soon lets go of the young woman it is fucking, letting her be carried behind it with the water while it advances as soon as it can.
Your guns are still raised.
Roaring, the demon jumps at you, its additional arms twitching and reaching for you to try and drag you under it. You can see its penis, dark and blunt, pushing into the air at the prospect of getting into you.
Which won't be happening like this, at the very least, for your guns are still raised and you fire.
Twin spirals of ice form, turning into drills of death that bore into the demon's soft underside, straight past the arms and through its plated ribs to pierce internal organs where they release their deadly ice mana.
The monster is dead faster than it can react. It twitches a little, its brain still intact behind its massive skull plating (that was totally specifically designed to protect in larger-scale battles, you'd say), but this thing is pretty much done for, a fact it seems to realize itself after a few long moments.
And it promptly collapses onto you, because of course.
"Uuuuugh..." It is also, as the massive armor and horns and bulging muscle (that you are in no way envious of), really fucking heavy. You end up needing to kind of crawl out from under it, but in the end there you are, successfully defeating the demon.
Evening out your breathing, you go look at the young woman that was kind of flushed away just now, but she seems to be breathing, if barely- you'll just assume she'll be alright. That said, you did see something else earlier, so-
Moving into the apartment the demon seems to have been staying in and noting the body odor of the beast is only increasing, if anything, you take a quick look around. Whoever used to live here, there aren't many traces to be found, but a quick look does reveal the entrance to the bedroom, which is kept in reasonably decent condition, after all.
And without traces of horns, which you take to be a good sign.
Inside, of course, you find a redheaded woman in rather revealing clothing, her hands tied by a length of chain.
"Hello? Are you here to save me?"
You just eye her for a moment. "Mhm."
"Quick, undo my chains before it comes back!"
"..." A quick check can't hurt, right? Reaching into your magical satchel, you grab some of the holy water you brought, opening it up and pulling it out in a single quick motion.
"Wait what are you- graaah!" The woman, that you are now fairly sure is a demon of some sort, screams as soon as the water touches her skin, her eyes now looking remarkably reptilian.
This requires verification, and so you splash her with some more holy water, the substance actually seeming to hurt and enrage the creature in front of you, her hands grasping the chain and uncoiling it to be used as a weapon. "Stop that, you little bra-"
"... Demon." Immediately, you raise both of your guns, pressing them towards the demon's face and releasing just a few droplets of holy water onto her skin where it sizzles and smokes. "How."
"Look, I was just doing my thing here, okay? You know how the story goes, stupid impressionable demonologist, she tries to meddle with powers beyond her control and gets herself possessed," the apparent demon rattles off at a speed that makes you look glacial when speaking. "So I use her to actually get to summon myself a couple of minions and spread a little influence. You can kill me, but you're killing her as well, and a little holy water isn't gonna exorcise me either way, just so you know."
She seems to be very chatty once she gets to it. You decide to go ahead and find out more. "Minions?"
"You already sent old Bur'zahl'ens back to hell, he was my bodyguard," the woman sulks, moving to the side a little only for your guns to follow, sharp blades pushing up against her chin while you make her look down the barrels. "Aside from him, I just had a couple imps I sent around town on errands, but they're not exactly reliable so I just set them on timers before they got dismissed by themselves!"
That means less trouble for you, so yay.
"Why not kill you?" You have to establish the stakes for further interaction first of all, then determine how to proceed. Which is annoying and takes more words and energy, but whatever, you'll take it.
"Dunno, you'd be killing in innocent? Relatively innocent, depending on your stance on demonology," she corrects hastily. "Gonna be honest, you're obviously here to end my little vacation, I don't really care that much about the hows and the whys."
"Hm." How annoying. Your captive doesn't seem to care about being killed off and sent back to hell. This does limit your ability to meaningfully negotiate somewhat, you'll admit- if you can't use the threat of death and/or gross bodily harm, how else are you going to get something out of this?
Then again... "Torture?" You ask, tilting your head. Finally, an idea.
The demon's reaction is to break out into tears. "Please don't please please just make it stop! I regret it all, I'd take it all back if I could, just don't kill me or hurt me anymore!" Looking at you with big, teary eyes the woman(?) you're threatening cries with quivering lips. "She's doing so many horrible things I deserve anything you do but please make her stop! My name is Annabelle, I was just-"
As sudden as the desperate pleading came, it's gone, the demon back in control and grinning at you past your guns. "She's been like that the whole damn time, can you believe that?" She laughs a little, seemingly genuinely taking joy in the situation. "So yeah, hurry up and kill her so I can go back to hell or else do some wacky exorcism gig, I don't give a fuck."
"Muh." Looks like you'll have to actually figure something out if you want to properly use the demon inside the demonologist, then. Thinking about it for a moment, you realize you do have a few ways to arrange this.
Pushing out another chunk of sheer winter, you freeze and weaken the possessed female before you, the chain gliding out of her grip. "Jeez, who pissed in your cornfl-" Not done with just that, you roll the suddenly powerless body over, the miniskirt hardly hiding the panties you drag downwards a little.
"What, you're gonna just do my ass after all this trouble? Coulda just a-" Taking the bottle of holy water out again, you swiftly turn it around and plunge its opening into her asshole, the tightness keeping the contents sealed. "-aaaAAAARGH! Fucking cuntmuffin dickfaced shitgobbl-"
You tune her out, throwing her over your shoulder and dragging her off. Now all you have to do is get both the cursing demon possessing the woman slash girl that summoned her onto an ice platform along with the demon's bulky body before you can return and hopefully reach your base portal fast enough.
While so high up in the air a fall would be assuredly lethal. Child's play. Yay we can play with the funny lady.
"... Chuh," is what Brian greets you with when you return home, dragging your two pieces of loot back with you. You kept the chain, by the way, to better tie the still living one up- waste not want not and all that. "That is more than I was expectchuhn. Is that a case of possession, chuuh?"
"Sup," the demon says from where she's lying one a platform of ice, unable to move due to the massive freezing you've subjected her body to repeatedly.
"Chuuh. This will be more work than expected. I'll ready a circle down in the lab, chuh, just keep her in place for a few more minutes, chuh." This is what you like about Brian. You don't need to tell him every little thing, he can just act on his own without straining your vocal chords.
"Sooooo..." The demon speaks up again, not getting the message that you aren't a talky person even after being ignored during the travel all the way to the Overcity. "You know my host is getting super freaked about this, yeah? Only thing she knew before summoning me was what she read from some random dusty book, then she lucked out into being possessed because she had no idea I was even there. Fucking hilarious story, that..."
You repress a sigh.
The demon is soon dumped inside a hastily prepared ritual circle, though it hardly looks that way with it being made of black runes etched into the otherwise sterile lab floor.
It kind of clashes, but hey, as long as it works. And it better have. "Chuuh, this will keep her contained until further notice," Brian says as you do the deed, eyeing the contents of the circle with suspicion.
"Fancy runes, that. Don't think I saw the style before."
"Chuh, would've been surprised. Only ones that ever saw it were dukes or bigger," Brian casually reveals as the two of you leave the room. "Puuh, now there's the other one to get ready in the dissection area. What's the story with the possession, anyways, chuh?"
Ah jeez, now you'll have to actually talk and explain, after all. "Summoner, mundane maybe," you sum the story up.
"Chuuh, had no idea what she was doing and got herself possessed somehow, huh? Gotchuh, and that led to the fuckup we had to fix. Okay, we have lots of work to do, even if I've dissected quite a few of the standard demonic footsoldier's templates by this point. Can't hurt to keep up-chuh-date, chuuh."
"Muh." You kind of had a long day by this point. Can't you just do some of that work tomorrow? Chores are boooring
"Chuuh, three big things and one of those will have to be tomorrow either way, puchuh," the cat-like mascot says. "Taking apart your opponent, dealing with the demon and making the converter to let us access the demonic field she created for us, chuuh. That will take several hours, so tomorrow, and some coins, though I am willing to cover part of the cost... but in the meantime, the other two. Chuh."
"Chuuh, and this part here..." Brian is, it seems, extremely well versed in the specific biology and ecology of what he calls a Demon Brute, pointing out one piece after another as he guides you through the dissection process.
The four arms at its chest have paralytic venom, the horns have a variety of magical properties as they, along with the fat faceplate (it is actually very heavy, even with your enhanced strength) not only protected the creature, they also enhanced its sheer vitality, as well as the conduct to its natural magic they were, which allowed it to fire that heat beam attack at you.
Just for that you give them a kick, by the way. That did cost you your amulet-
Aside from that... lots of muscle for you to dig through, along with redundant inner organs (you just smashed through all of them in a single go anyways), some interesting magical nerves along the horns and, of course, the penis.
The penis that can actually shapeshift just a little to always be uncomfortably large, according to Brian, along with a few other options; though he does caution you that while it is highly morphable and can enhance you in various ways, you will only have a single chance to decide on how it should do so (and look), for him to implement during the transplantation process, apparently.
Because the full capability would require you to be a demon which, as the Puchuu tells you, would be far more trouble than it would be worth.
You'll just take him at his word for the moment.
Anyways, picking out your new parts doesn't take all too long- you have your preferences, you know about what you want and what you'd like to try out. The claws can get sold, along with the rest of the body and parts of the horns; you want to get some of the horn and the skull to protect your own noggin', some of the bones to protect your own inner organs (they were very hard to get through even with Brian's bone buzzsaw), some of the musculature and bone construction that let this creature leap like it did and, of course, the penis.
You like your current one, you've enjoyed it a lot and it has done its purpose. All the same, you think you're up for an upgrade, and as Brian did promise to keep your past... let's just call them 'mods' on ice just in case you need them for something, there's no real harm done in getting a few new implants in place of old ones.
"Chuchuh, just lie down on this bed over here and take a few deep breaths like usual, chuuh," Brian instructs you. "I'm sure chuh'll be satisfied with my work as always, puchuh."
Analar'xia drew a finger around the boundary drawn in something she couldn't quite make out, but what still had to be the blood of some creature smeared over the runes etched into the ground; the language was unfamiliar to her, though that was nothing new, there were as many forgotten tongues to be found around the multiverse as there were dimensions, and for all that she was a decently old succubus, she wasn't that old.
Then there was the things that'd landed her where she was at the moment. She'd played along for a bit to see how things would go with the magical girl that'd managed to fuck up Bur'zahl'ens (who was no slouch himself, but never ever tell him that), but while she'd expected to be exorcised or to see some hand wringing before being killed at least, she didn't really expect to be tossed into a circle that kept her from offing herself or doing literally anything at all beyond move her body within its bounds.
Meh, this was fine too. She could still listen to the gibbering of her host- really this was the best part of possessing some sucker and riding their body like a stolen car.
So, as she was sittin' around and just waiting for stuff to happen, a fairly common issue for demons who found themselves bound somehow, the black poodle that'd ultimately been the most likely culprit of this whole shebang came in.
Heh. Analar'xia still remembered the times before magical girls and shit. Those were the days, when the things above had to contend with the things beyond and couldn't spare any attention to the things below.
"Chuuh," the ridiculous little thing said, sitting down just outside of the circle. "I would ask how you are doing, but that would just be a waste of time. I want some of your essence."
"Hah, and what makes you think I'll give it to you?" Demonic essence was not exactly interchangeable with demonic energy in theory at least, though it very much was in practice; both could be turned into the other, it was just that one was what a demon had in them natively and could use to do other stuff with more easily.
"Chuhchuhchuh, I wasn't asking. Merely giving you a quick and easy way." Turning around himself, the little plush fucker waved its tail around and shook out a device of some sort, bigger than itself. "This is the hard way. And either way I'm getting what I want, really."
Analar'xia riased an eyebrow, waiting for the punchline. "What do you even need that stuff for?" It wasn't like there was many things someone specifically needed essence for.
"Chuuh, it will be necessary to take over the field you set up, of course." That... shouldn't really be possible. "Now chuh still while I calibrate this chuh!"
She did, not that there was much else she could be doing. The thing was some kind of screen welded onto a small crate made of metal and an antenna sitting on top of it next to a satellite dish.
That was about as much inspection as she got done before the agony struck her, sudden pain leaving her incapacitated and unable to scream for some reason.
As she toppled over, the thing continued to do something, but she couldn't exactly see what. "Chuuh, there we go. Once we're done, all I'll need from you is a few samples and maybe some recreational tests... And Jackie will probably want to play with you too at some point, chuhchuhchuh. Don't take it too badly, it's just the way of things."
Well fuck it, this shit was going to suck before it got better.
When you wake up, it is to the sight of Brian bustling around your head, waling around and doing... something.
"Chuuh, just a moment, the skull surgery needed a bit longer that expectchuhd. You have a very thick skull, did you know?"
"Mhm." You just hold still, feeling the back of your head tingle a little. "Demon?"
"She's in the circle, chuh. Hasn't been doing much." Brian comes around your shoulder and sits down. "Chuh."
"Muh, possession?" Why didn't you know this was a thing before now?
"Chuuh, possessions are something that can happen if a demonologist or similar makes a mistake during the summoning of a demon, or else deliberately lets it possess themself or others, puchuh," Brian explains. "They have benefits and drawbacks, but in this case it was obviously an accident, chuuh, as the demon has free reign of the summoner's body and has been running around in it for a while, chuh."
"Haah." This is going to be a pain, you can already feel it.
"Chuh, exorcising it shouldn't be that hard, it isn't a particularly powerful demon- all it would take is a priest, some holy water, a cross or two and a few days' worth of effort. Or you could just leave it as is, chuuh, not like it's doing much."
"... Feeding?" You aren't going to throw food at the demon possessing that woman's body.
"No need, demons can sustain themselves and their hosts easily, chuh."
... That's something, at the very least. Means you don't need to hurry in taking care of the whole situation.
"Chuuh, talking about the converter for the power it had lying around, though..."
You sigh. You kind of just want to lie back and try your new penis out for a day or two, but you don't think Brian would let you just slack off for that long during a time-sensitive thing like this.
Your day starts a decent bit later than it usually would, mostly on account of Brian actually keeping you under a decent bit longer than you would usually be sleeping. Still, that does not stop you from having a healthy, well-adjusted breakfast just like a well-adjusted person would, with toast, eggs, bacon, some cranberry juice you just unpacked this morning and half your body weight in ice cream.
Truly, you are living the dream. Wheee ice cream
That said, you have to go do something to waste some time with for a while, as your portal is already closing or closed right now. So you sit back and work on a little trick to hopefully let you kill stuff better, until you get it to work and start to wander around in boredom.
All work and no play makes Jackie a dull girl
The nearest point of interest you naturally immediately hit upon is the forest Viridis has been growing out of your garden. Or rather, as it originated inside your garden and is perpetuated by your bestest plant, the whole forest is your garden in the first place.
Umu, that fits.
So, the forest's expanse has reached the buildings in your immediate surroundings, by which you mean everything within the nearest five to ten houses in all directions. Trees growing out of the ground, especially in the fertile earth of the other gardens, bushes and grass sprouting easily thrice that distance from the forest's epicentre and dozens of grasswolves roaming the area however they please.
They are not the only things strolling about, however. For one, you are fairly sure some subterranean monsters are also around, as evidenced by a few protuberances on the ground made of loose earth. Little surprise given the eartheater eggs you gave Viridis, though you have yet to see exactly what she did with them.
And you don't want to either. They're sure to be bugs, and bugs are beh.
That said, you have noticed something else, too. You aren't sure what exactly they are, but there these little lumps of green-ish scales slowly crawling across the ground all over the forest, or else just clinging to a tree or a rock unmoving.
You see a grasswolf poke one, once, and it explodes into a maw of teeth trying to bite its snout off. The wolf, however, seems to have been expecting it, jumping backwards and immediately rushes at it again, its teeth digging into the small monster's sides where the teeth you distinctly remember stick out of it, ripping out a chunk of flesh and waiting at a distance for it to die as it bleeds out before picking it up and carrying it away.
Those teeth look just like what you took from that trade with Nessie (where you still came up ahead). Now you know where Vridis put those, you suppose.
That said, you also see a few truly terrible, horrible, no-good things, lying in the outskirts of your garden.
They are big, about as big as you are. Which you will admit is not very big as far as people go, but it's not about size, in this case, but rather skill.
Now, dicks are all about size, which is why yours is enormous, but you digress. The disgusting bug monsters are dead, lying on the ground where traces of battle still linger. The ground is torn up, quite a few tree branches broken, torn and similar, and the monsters' parts are also torn, ripped apart physically.
You can see a few paw prints, here and there, and taking a closer look at the bodies (hesitantly), you can make out a rough idea of what must have happened. The bugs came flying in from above, most likely looking to try and take whatever they wanted from your garden.
The trees disagreed and started hitting them.
You didn't exactly know they could do that, but they did, and the blunt slaps of their thick branches can still be seen in a few of the wound sustained by the dead bugs.
The grasswolves, attracted by the noise, came and joined the battle, jumping up to try and bring the bugs to the ground where they surrounded them and tore them apart. You're sure more than a few of them would have been attacked, hurt and maybe killed in retaliation, but with their current rate of reproduction, you doubt they'll run out of numbers too easily... especially if they can eat these mosquito thingies.
So the bugs have reached your home base by this point, is all you take from this. Stupid stupid bugs yuck.
Finding Viridis is getting a little harder, as she isn't just sitting around right outside your backdoor all the time anymore, now that your garden is expanding a decent bit. Still, that just means you have to look elsewhere a bit, or failing that just wait until she comes back.
Which you do. Also, you are not a lost child or anything, you just didn't feel like moving around too much, okay?
When Viridis comes to the place you first 'replanted' her onto, she finds you already there and waiting, your panties safely stowed away together with the rest of your clothes, leaving you to sit in what amounts to the usual spot, the tree stump specifically shaped for this, and slowly masturbate as you figure out your new penis, shaped more or less to your specifications.
Long, big and the color of your skin, with a mostly flat head roughly human-like, but distinctly not at the same time, as well as ribbing along its length joined by, because you wanted to bring some personal flair into it, the pattern of hoarfrost repeated all over it with the same surface as the ribbing.
It also, as you find out, feels awesome when touched. Hence the masturbation to get used to it, a bit.
Which is around when Viridis comes in, stalking onto the clearing like a cat smelling fresh fish. As soon as she sees you, she is all over your new equipment, feeling it up and tracing the patterns in a way that makes you feel very happy about having them indeed, before wandering onward to knead your big fat knot.
What? You got used to having it, and given the chance to keep one...
"Mmnnh, a big strong breeding rod," Viridis whispers to you, smirking as she moves to straddle your much smaller form and let it rub against her wet lips down there. "I wonder, what will you do with it, hm?"
Subconsciously, you raise your hands, rubbing at the big bulge in the catplant's belly, her pregnancy obvious and progressing. "... Breed," you say, the answer obvious. "Fuck everything."
"That's a good breeder," she murmurs, fingers trailing the side of your face. And just like that, she rears up, her hot entrance aligned with your throbbing tool, and you're pushing into a warm and tight place squeezing down on your new dick before you know it.
Viridis' pussy is still just as good as before, and she rides you with even more enthusiasm, if anything. You buck upwards in time with her, and the two of you share a long moment of united intimacy directed towards nothing but breeding and being bred.
You don't know how long you just lie there, held down by her hands even as your hips are free to thrust, but eventually Viridis offers you one of her generous teats, that you think might actually be bigger than usual. Maybe because she's lactating already?
"Here, don't you want your favorite treat?" You don't beat around the bush, surging upwards and latching on like a baby... or a manly man dying of thirst, rather. The taste of her sap is just as sweet as ever, and you feel a familiar haze fall over your mind as your balls go into overdrive, speeding their production in preparation for breeding the entire world. "Such an eager little cutie, aren't you?"
When you feel it coming, your arms are wrapped around Viridis' thighs, her taste permeating your mouth and throat and her inner walls tightening by the second. "Yes! Just like that! Fill me up!"
On her word, you come, pumping what feels like it has to be the biggest load you have ever produced right into her baby chamber, where your unborn daughter is growing and awaiting her birth to get the same thing just more directly.
But with the ambrosia filling your stomach and coursing through your veins, you do not feel weakened at all. If anything, you feel invigorated after your peak, mutual with Viridis as it is, and so you're quite confused when she gets up instead of continuing on.
Said confusion is scattered into the winds when she turns around and gets on all fours, spreading her buttcheeks to give you a view of her well-fucked pussy and winking asshole. "Come on, you haven't filled me up nearly enough yet..."
You know you cannot breed her ass. But that doesn't mean you won't try.
Once some times has passed, and Viridis is looking twice as pregnant with the amount of cum you leave with her, you return to what you were planning on doing today. Though it is less you and more Brian, who is very much insistent on getting started on what he calls the 'demonic converter'.
To be more precise, he calls it the 'analogous power converter D to E edition Mk. 666', to which you responded it is the converter and that's final.
Anyways, the thing itself is essentially a bit of machinery you need both hands to carry, heavy metal and stone faintly smelling of what you're fairly sure is brimstone making up the bulk of it.
Looking at it, it's a big cube, though its exact dimensions keep changing every time you look at it or adjust your grip, sometimes turning into a rectangle of sorts. Not that that particularly matters to you, of course, so long as it works.
Which it doesn't, according to Brian. Or at least, not yet. First you need to bring it to where you'll deploy it, then carve a series of runes all over it to get it to work with the already existing demonic field, whereupon, as you understand it, a given user can use it to essentially fine-tune the demonic corruption aura it is deployed within.
Hefting the whole thing onto an ice platform so you can levitate it along with your own transport, you ask Brian how exactly that part works. "Use. How?"
"Chuuh, once all the runes are added correctly, it will reveal its control platform, chuh. Everything one needs is all there in levers, buttons and sliders."
He seems passionate about it, so you restrain yourself from poking fun at the fact he is tiny enough he needs to compensate with comparatively larger inventions.
The flight over to the apartment building, where everything started out in, takes a bit, but is also familiar enough by this point you don't really have anything to do in the meantime. You play with the thought of reviewing your notes on the monsters you have dissected and analyzed with Brian so far, but decide against it- not watching where you're going wouldn't be too bad, you feel, but ramming into something might be annoying.
So you just eat some of the chocolate you've scavenged during your semi-daily looting runs instead. Can't ever have enough chocolate.
Making your way into the now empty apartment while carrying the heavy block of the converter, you ignore the weird looks you're given as a small girl (that is extremely manly and muscular, mind you, not to mention twice the size of anyone else around) doing so, because if they were going to realize something's weird, they should stop using their neighbour's daughter as an onahole first.
Once there, you look at Brian, who 'chuuh's at you and swishes his tail to reveal an intricate list of effects and suggestions. "This is everything the converter will need from you, chuh. Just inscribe the runes and we can go from there."
It takes you a few hours, and you're pretty sure most of the things you did once you started forcing the oddly obstinate material to do as you will through the application of additional force with your magic don't really make sense, but you have your list to work through and you refuse to back down before this inanimate block of matter does.
Which, for the record, you are fairly sure is actively sabotaging you when you catch it subtly try to mess up your runework for the third time.
Still you prove your steady attention to detail, powered by a few sorbets you made out of mundane fruits earlier- it does let you store the things much longer and easier this way- and a few snack bars you brought along in your trusty satchel as well.
In the end, all you need to add are the last few runes, the ones responsible for disguising the converter and warding off mundanes so they'll hopefully just ignore the apartment you placed it in completely before it happens; a pop, a clang and a ticking sound come from inside the device as it opens up, one of the surfaces completely inverting piece by piece to reveal pretty much what Brian claimed there would be, a mess of levers and buttons and stuff like that.
"Chuuh," he says, having watched you at work carefully, "that should do it. Now all we need to do is decide what to do with this."
Ambling up to the converter, he looks all over it, apparently using it to measure something and switching half a dozen displays around. Which does look hilarious, given his catlike body and the way he basically stands up on his hindlegs and paws at the converter to do so.
"Chuh, we'll need to shrink the field by at least a bit to keep it stable, chuuh, unless we want to risk expanding it again later on," he says once he seems to be satisfied. "Which we don't. Once we do that, all we need to do is to decide what to use the energy we can harvest for, puchuuh, which is where the converter will show its true power."
You think about it for a moment, considering what you've seen around and where you're unlikely to look for anything interesting in the near future. "Hospital," you nod at Brian. "Shut off."
"Chuuh, approximate location is known and there we go, the field will stop affecting the area over the next few days. The effects will linger, but likely completely fade within about two weeks at the maximum, puchuh," Brian says, swishing around the converter. "Any requests on what to turn the surplus energy into, chuh?"
"... Enchanting," you decide. You have been wanting to try your hand at doing stuff with magic beyond nuking everything in sight, but your dearth of coins has kept you from experimenting too much. "Ideas?"
"Chupuh, raw magical essence on the go! At the field's current strength, it should produce... about one vial's worth every two to three days," your Puchuu chirps. "Not as easy to use as coins, but with your runes, there should hardly be a difference in effect, and it can be applied much more generously than bronze coins."
"... Bronze." Not, say, silver or anything like that.
"Chuuh, the kind of energy density in silver coins or above would require inordinate amounts of raw, unformed and malleable magical essence to matchuh. Still much more than most magical girls would dream of generating as easily as this, puchuh."
And you only get one vial every few days? This has to be a scam. "Chu."
"I am telling you, this is the best you're going to get!"
Mhm, disappointing, but with the obvious weakness of the pathetic demon that did this, this is all you can hope for, you suppose. You will just have to make do, you suppose.
... Maybe figure out a way to generate more energy? All it would take would be more sex, so maybe lure Nessie over to that elementary school?
Brian, on the other hand, is still busily adjusting stuff. "Chuh, that should do it. The field will be equalized and less prone to sudden spikes of corruption like this."
Filing that away for later use... Oh yeah. "Demon. Kids?"
"Puchuuh, first thing I did was siphon any leftover demonic energy inside this building to stabilize the field with instead. Any children born from demon rape should be normal humans, with maybe a somewhat higher penchant for magical capabilities for a few generations."
If it's already been used, it can't be helped. You wanted to ask if you could ritualistically sacrifice them for greater power, but what's done is done.
One can say many things about one Jacqueline Frost, as you decided your full name would be before just never ever using it again and instead just calling yourself Jackie, but one of your many, extensively numerous strengths is the ability to learn from each and every time you succeed.
As you only ever succeed in everything you do, you are learning a whole lot.
It is therefore that when you next approach Melanie's house, you do not knock on her window, nor do you sneak inside. Instead, you ring the doorbell like a normal person and wait for her parents to open up.
It's a bit late, but that just means you don't have to wait as much, on account of having called ahead this time around. "Sleepover," you announce, much as you already told them over the phone once you looked up their home phone number.
"Sleepover indeed, come on in," Melanie's mother says, beckoning you inside. "Do you want something to drink? We have water, orange juice, or maybe something sweeter?"
Yes. Truly, the peasants know to ply you with the good things in life to keep their measly lives intact.
Melanie is already awaiting you inside her room, playing with her phone. Once you step inside, though, her focus changes. "Jackie! How have you been? Did-" She takes a suspicious look around. "Did it go well?"
Pulling the oreo cookie from your mouth in a swift decision not to bite into it just yet, you nod at her, speaking at normal volume because you aren't being ridiculous. "Demon dead. Caught one, too."
"Is... Is that safe?" Melanie asks. "Like, is that normal or...?"
You shrug, a hand disappearing in the folds of your clothes to produce your magical smartphone. "Threw into containment. Pics."
Proudly, you present the picture Brian took of the demon brute you heroically slew in single combat. Without suffering a single scratch and saving the populace from its predations.
... Sure, you're still there to rape them yourself, but the demon isn't, anymore. That totally counts.
"I am the scale," you brag as you point your black and white cookie at the side of the screen, where Brian made you stand to have a decent comparison to the corpse's size.
Truly, you are the one measuring stick everything else should be evaluated by. Naturally, being greater than one Jackie is not possible, but the difference between 0.00001 Jackies, as most beings are, and 0.0001 Jackies, such as being a Melanie, is enormous.
"That's, uh, a very scary monster, Jackie," Melanie says, looking at you again instead of the screen. "So, hey, why did you want to have a sleepover? I had to remind my mom who you were after you called, and she was super embarrassed about it."
"Celebrate," you simply explain. Your ability to be concise in your wording remains unmatched to this day. "And show."
"Show me what?" She blinks.
Wordlessly, you take your cookie into your mouth to hold it, lifting the skirt of your dress with both hands. Having foreseen this series of events, you wisely took off your panties earlier already, just so they wouldn't get in the way.
Your half-erect member pulses, as if to wave to Melanie. "Oh..."
Staring at the big penis growing from the little girl Melanie was looking at, she subconsciously compared it to the one that she'd known her to be sporting before. The now flat tip was much wider, there was, like, ribbing and patterns and stuff on it instead of the smoother skin she was familiar with by this point.
Not super familiar, but she did know it. This one was also colored like the rest of Jackie's skin, and still had a knot at the base- that actually looked a lot like the previous one. "Did, uh, did your penis evolve, Jackie?" Melanie asked, nervously.
"Muh. Stole from demon," the incredibly taciturn girl replied, mumbling a little through the cookie she'd stuffed into her face.
So, great. That made a lot of sense, Melanie supposed. It actually looked a little more human-like than the first one- though that was, she was pretty sure, some sort of... canine penis.
And yes, Melanie did, in fact, look that up on the internet. She was that girl. Who looked up how dog dicks looked like. Screw you, she was curious!
But either way, here she was, with Jackie showing her her new penis like a new toy to be shared. Which might very well be how she viewed it.
Because Jackie.
"I see, that looks very... nice?" She tried.
"Muh," Jackie made, still holding her clothes up. Under the oversized cock that had no business anywhere near a kid her size, regardless of the context in question, Melanie could see a pair of heavy balls dangling, almost visibly pulsing and producing sp-
She shouldn't look at this. She was-
"Muh!" Jackie obviously wanted something. Moving her mouth around to let her clutch the cookie between her teeth, she made another cute little sound at her. "Celebrate."
... This was a bad idea. It was stupid, it was probably bad for Jackie, it was totally inappropriate and she shouldn't even suggest it. On the other hand, though... Well, penises weren't the only thing she'd looked up recently.
Melanie licked her lips, thinking back to that particular snippet of porn she sometimes came back around to. When she wasn't, like, busy with stuff. Or thinking about Jackie.
"Hey, Jackie," she began, "if- and this is just a hypothetical, okay? But if you were to, y'know, feed me a lot with that thing, and then put it in my butt, too, would the spunk meet in the middle?"
Jackie looked up at her. Then at around Melanie's stomach. And back up at her face again. Tilting her head, she scarfed down the cookie she'd been slowly nibbling on in two bites and pulled off her dress entirely, leaving the girl in her gloves and thigh high socks.
Her cock was growing harder. Almost faster than she could blink, Jackie was sitting on her bed, waving Melanie closer. "Find out," she said, almost making her snort.
Only one way to find out indeed.
For all that Melanie sometimes wished she wasn't somehow taking advantage of Jackie like this, she really liked this... this. Making her open her legs to let her get at her dick, taking control of it and making her feel pleasure with what she could do to it. There was just, something magical about it.
And no, it wasn't a pun about magical girls.
Anyway, Melanie came to sit in front of Jackie, inspecting the prick she would be getting familiar with again a little closer. It was just as big as the one before it, but its head was much wider, less tapered and more... How should she describe it?
Massive. That was the word. Still, she decided she was gonna do it, and she was going to fellate this bad boy until she was sucking Jackie's soul out of it.
First, she gave it a couple of kisses and licks, slobbering as much of her saliva around it as possible and giving it a good taste, precum pumping from it in small surges. Good thing she actually liked the taste- it was pretty much the same as before, too.
Roaming the hard flesh with both hands, Melanie enjoyed the noises Jackie was making; she was just so cute with her small moans and gasps as she was worked over, and her little hands grasping the air or the bed or whatever was near them. The contrast between the giant cock she was working over and the cutest little girl ever just somehow made this even hotter, like a taboo that she was breaking filling the pit of her stomach with anticipation.
Melanie opened her mouth wide, making sure to keep her teeth off the sensitive flesh and sticking out her tongue, looking up at Jackie. The rapturous expression, slightly opened mouth and feeble attempts to stop herself from making her cute sounds were just perfect.
It wasn't easy, but she could fit a lot of cock into her mouth and even her throat (she was never telling a single soul she'd actually practiced this), though her gag reflex was still there and all, just suppressed. But as her nostrils were filled with the smell and taste of the dick she was slowly swallowing, she did her best anyways.
And then she purred, and started moving properly. Front and back, front and back, feeling how full her throat was and letting Jackie feel the same. She couldn't take all of her dick- it was just way too big for that and she needed to breathe- but she could take a very decent amount, and once Jackie's tone changed, gasps rising an octave and her hands pulling at Melanie's hair, she knew she was getting closer.
She had to have been pent up a little, hm?
Setting herself towards the front a little more to take as much cockflesh as possible, Melanie wrapped both hands around the knot, big piece of hot flesh just begging to be held tight and squeezed.
Jackie came immediately, what felt like half a liter at least flowing right down Melanie's gut. She didn't even need to gulp, it was just spastically shooting out so deep inside her throat she just needed to stay in place and observe Jackie's legs twitching.
Cute.
Of course she pulled herself off the cock midway through, still squeezing and pressing rhythmically around the knot, just so she actually could taste the deep, salty flavour of Jackie's sperm. Feel it in her mouth, turn it over with her tongue...
Melanie blushed. She may have a thing for the stuff.
Swallowing (but not swallowing down, so she could keep it for later, another cool trick she'd learned while practicing), she smiled up at Jackie, giving the head of her cock one last kiss. "Other side?"
"Mhm," Jackie heartily (for her, anyway) agreed. She still sat a moment while Melanie stood up a bit, thinking about how to do this, but then pulled her onto the mattress with her, surprisingly strong for her small frame.
"Come on, slow down, you don't need to-" Her pants figuratively torn down her hips, Melanie halted mid-sentence. "Do you want me to turn around?" She huskily instead, the semen oiling her voicebox just making that easier.
Jackie nodded eagerly. It was hard not to laugh at just how cute and adorable she was sometimes.
Melanie turned around, presenting her butt towards her little lover. Her panties were also soon downed, and she was blushing up a storm at letting Jackie see her down there.
Sure, they'd done much more intimate stuff, but this was still the first time she did anything like this, okay? Especially with her butt. But it was part of this thing, so...
"Be gentle, okay? It's my first ti-mme!" Feeling the wet, slimy head of Jackie's cock like this was new, but she wasn't exactly complaining. Hoo boy, did touching her butt always feel like that?
"Muh," Jackie agreed before gently pressing forwards. "Mine now."
Somehow, being claimed by the little girl didn't feel so bad when her giant cock was opening up her asshole with the force of a velvet fist. The breath knocked out of her, it was all Melanie could do to lie there on all fours and let Jackie do as she willed.
And it felt goooood. Like, a little weird, but mostly just full, and hot, and she could feel Jackie pants through it.
Ah, and she was doing it again.
"Gunna gome..." Jackie did that sometimes, just muttering under her breath when she was really horny and getting her dick wet. Melanie was pretty sure she didn't even realize, but that just made it cuter, again.
Feeling her cute little aggressor speed up, now thrusting into her ass and dragging her ribbing all over her insides just so, Melanie looked back over her shoulder. "Come on, Jackie, fuck me, fuck my ass, you know you like it..."
Both of her hands were on Melanie's waist, now obsessively pumping into her backside, and she could slowly feel it coming- it was different from how it felt when she rubbed one out, but the practice and 'just in case' preparations were paying off, she could feel herself clenching down around Jackie's dick.
"I'm gonna come I'm gonna come JacKIE!" Like that, Melanie did, in fact, come, pushing back against Jackie's hips and feeling the knot rub against her wide-open asshole.
It would never fit. That just wasn't possible. Biologically. Physically. The laws of reality didn't allow for it. But maybe...
Breathing heavily, and knowing she was absolutely covered in sweat at her first time, that was also in the butt, Melanie reached backwards, blindly feeling for Jackie. And tickling her knot, something that made her pulse inside Melanie's sensitive insides. "You like that, don't you?" She asked, dreamily. "Come give it to me and I'll do the thing you like..."
Jackie pumped right back to it, making her cute sounds and moaning out Melanie's name in her quietest voice. Damn, but if she wasn't lucky she met this stupidly adorable little girl.
And it turned out, she actually could swell up with the amount of sperm Jackie was producing, a solid bulge in her stomach making her look like she was pregnant soon after she got the timing down for when to hold Jackie in place and massage her knot as hard as she could.
It was pretty cool, she guessed, to milk Jackie like this. With her ass and her hands and her looks. Though making Jackie help her by being the lookout for her parents while she drained all that cum just so she could go to sleep with her little lover cuddled to her back was just hilarious.
She decided it was a lost cause and just wore panties she didn't mind smelling like Jackie forever in the end, by the way.
"I AM...! STRIPPING DOWN FOR LOVE AND JUSTICE, LETTING NOT A THREAD ESCAPE! MAGICAL GIRL NAKED NIGHT!" With an accompanying light show, she stood before the rest of her team, wiping one of her blonde twintails behind her head. "Like, pretty cool, right?"
"... She's just as naked as before," Olivia noted with dismay, slowly edging away from the obvious pervert. "Was that even a real transformation?"
"Some girls work differently from others, chu," the team's Puchuu said, wriggling around itself in what someone capable of reading its body language might interpret as mild distress. "Just think of it as her big unique quirk, chu."
"Alright, I guess. My turn. To pursue justice for all no matter how hard! Magical Girl Truth Seeker!" Twirling her arms, Olivia reached out into nothing, receiving her weapons in return. With a small pirouette, she turned and presented herself as the valiant magical girl she most definitely was.
"Not bad, but, like, way too many clothes," the girl known to them only as Bubbles said. "Should totes get rid of, like, that."
Protecting her chest from the vague gesture towards it, Olivia crossed her spears. "Like you would know!"
"Chu, Kerrie, how about you?" The Puchuu asked, obviously trying to keep this whole thing on track.
"Right," the dark-haired girl said, nodding resolutely as she brought a hand to her side. "To slay the foul and wicked, protect the weak and innocent! Magical Girl True Blade!"
As soon as her transformation was completed, of course, she immediately began tying her hair again. "I hate how this always messes up my hairstyle. And that mark is just embarrassing."
"Wooo! You go girl!" Bubbles cheered. "You gonna knock 'em all dead!"
"That's the idea, yes," Kerrie drily retorted. Her sword felt like it'd always been at her side, its weight coming not as a sudden problem to her balance, but instead seemingly a part of herself more than anything.
"Okay," Olivia said, subtly pointing her twin spears at the stripper-themed magical girl, "now that we're all ready, what exactly do we do for these team sessions?"
"Chu, good thing you ask, because I was about to explain," the snake serving as their team's mascot made, bouncing up on an old crate left in the old warehouse they were meeting it, its whole body acting as a spring for the maneuver. "First, show each other what you can do, chu, then work at not getting into each other's way. Magical girls show their true power in a team, but no amount of friendship can work when you trip each other up instead!"
Olivia kept the scathing reply reminding the mascot of Jackie to herself. No point in making a stink now.
"So, like, I'm first because I went first, 'kay?" Bubbles suggested, immediately launching into her introduction. "Like, I'm Bubbles, and I do magic stuff! But not any magic stuff, I do the cool stuff, where I take my magic and thrust it into people to take off their clothes! And fuck their minds."
"What Naked Night is trying to say," the snake in the room said, "is that she has the magical power to control threads of all kinds, chu, using them to conduct her magic and weaken others on touch."
"And, like, strip them sooo butt naked!"
"Hi, I'm Olivia, or Truth Seeker in costume," Olivia quickly introduced herself, just wishing to get through this as quickly as possible. "I can throw wind slashes with my spears and combine them with their electricity. And, uh, I thought every magical girl had a weapon...?"
She looked at Naked Night, who held up her hands clad in fishnet gloves. "Right 'ere? They dun' look like much, but they can fist juuust, like, fine!"
Olivia shuddered as she tried to repress that image.
"... Magical girl True Blade, I suppose," Kerrie added, cutting into the solid awkwardness like her namesake. "I have a sword. And fire magic, though it's kind of weak."
"All magical girls have their own strengths and weaknesses, of course!" The Puchuu didn't show it, but it certainly did know which of these three it would put its hopes into. At least for the moment, it could be surprised. "Now then, onto practice! A girl without control over her powers is an easy target for the monsters roaming the streets, chu!"
It most certainly did not give Olivia a look at that, nor did she try to hide a blanch at the memory.
It stepped through the dark, the searchlight glow of its eyes shining across the streets. All around it, the embers of its power dimly glowed, nothing there to challenge it and light them up.
It did not see anything out of the ordinary, and so it resumed its nightly stroll. It kept emanating shadows from its body, snaking around it like viscous mucus and dropping to the ground, only to ooze back upwards again.
Its head swivelled, sighting movement.
It ended it.
It returned to its walk. It always took this walk, snuffing out sound and light accumulated over the day. It enjoyed the quiet and the dark, so it brought them with it everywhere it went.
However, it did not concern itself with the boxes. They impeded its vision, its twin lantern shines, and so it ignored them for the most part.
Except for the one it always stopped at. And it was not disappointed, the small thing already waiting.
Wordlessly, it held out its offering, the token of sweetness. It took it.
"Here you go, Mister Nowhere."
The Boogeyman resumed its march, a miniscule object stuck in its slavering maw.
You wake up next to something warm, so you push your head into it even as a pleasant pressure envelops your cock, something soft wrapping around it.
Finally, you are getting the kind of morning you deserve.
It does not last, however, for the world is cruel and unjust, rife with the reason you regularly go out to murder and rape and take your victims' body parts as trophies to stitch them onto yourself.
Melanie's alarm rings, her stupid phone ringing aloud most unpleasantly. You mentally evaluate the virtue of throwing an ice lance at it to make it stop, but before you can come to a decision on the matter, your hug pillow moves.
Saved by the ring-out. This time.
"Mhmhm..." Rubbing her thighs against each other and, more relevantly, your penis, Melanie grumbles. "So sore... Ah, Jackie."
"Mhm," you murmur into her back, face still buried against it.
She sighs, a hand wandering down to smear your already leaking precum all over your lower head. "I'm way too sore to have any more fun with this... Actually, wait."
Melanie turns around a bit, looking roughly into your direction. "Are we... Are we girlfriends now? After yesterday?"
"Muhm," you say as you wiggle a hand under her, giving Melanie a little hug. "Mine."
Grinding your hips against her to let her know what you mean, you just stay like that a little longer. You kind of like this, actually.
"Heh, guess I'm your girlfriend then," she chuckles, leaning back against your assault only to grab your cock in a death grip. "Just like the boys, aren't you? Worse, even."
You idly consider whether to hold still or just to continue thrusting anyways.
"Ah well, I have to get up for school and my ass still hurts from yesterday, so no more funtime like that," your newly anointed girlfriend cruelly crushes your hopes and dreams, ruining your day.
Then she slides out of bed, pushing herself down to the ground and stretching onto all fours. "I still want my girlfriend breakfast, though. Unless you don't want to be used like tha-"
You are upright and pushing your morning wood against her lips, smearing some of your colorless fluids across them and making her chuckle again.
Good girlfriend.
Much as you dislike it and wish you would have thought better at some point, you do ultimately find yourself floating through the streets of the Overcity somewhat farther from your base, but still close enough you won't have trouble finding your way back, having come through the portal after a quick breakfast with Melanie's family.
She is your girlfriend now, so it follows they should feed you occasionally.
However, back to the present, much like you would like to pretend you weren't out here. With the bugs. That could come at you from anywhere. Especially the back. Or from above. Or below, given you're flying on a platform.
Why are you doing this again? Oh right, you wanted to look into culling the bugs to slow their expansion. Because they started to come at your home defense, also better known as your garden.
How dare they. You kept it almost bug free, only for them to storm at it?
You hate them. You just want them to die. Preferably somewhere that is not anywhere near you. Stupid yucky bugs go away go away go away
Can't you just... What, send someone else to do this? Maybe you could just make Olivia- No, bad idea, she would just get captured and produce more bugs with the rape that inevitably follows.
You will need to do it yourself, after all. Oh, or maybe you could just send a few of the grasswolves out to hunt or something? Or maybe make something to kill them. Like an automated bug zapper. Or just a very, very big golem to step on them very hard and squash them flat.
Or just anything that isn't you, because bugs. Ew.
When it happens, it happens suddenly. Surprisingly. Terrifying- No, wait, you are far too valiant to ever be terrified. Still, all the same, the sight of enormous spider webs, thick white fuzz completely covering a street below you strung from one building to the next, has something crawl down your back.
Not literally, you made sure by shoving your sword under your clothes and all, but just the thought of whatever this is spreading around... In fact, you peer over the edge of your platform, eyes narrowing as you take a long look around the surrounding streets before the evil fortress of evil arachnids made of evil silk.
A small bit of light here and there, the omnipresent streetlights' shine reflected by sparse threads. A trap, then, for anyone and anything nearby.
Such a perfidious, despicable foe. Though perhaps this is how the hive, visible from where you are off in the distance thanks to the heights it has been built up to by this point, is protecting itself, a first layer of sentinels setting up deadly traps in a wide radius and catching any would-be intruders as food.
How arrogant, to believe they have the right to simply claim their surroundings and transform them into a defense system at their leisure.
You keep your distance, of course. It would not behoove a naturally superior being, such as yourself, to come anywhere close to anything that makes webs like that, or is chitinous in general. And no, you are not being racist, you are just being careful and considering the realities of this situation.
So you make a bunch of ice, the expense of which is literally laughable, and throw it into the mass of (most certainly dirty and stained) silk. In fact, you continue doing so for a while. And no, this is not the equivalence of throwing stones at someone's house to get their attention at all.
Bugs do not have homes. They do not have feelings. They only exist to worsen other people's moods, get in their way and be a danger to public safety. Yucky yuck yuck go away
A minute or two into your activities, you can see some movement inside the web. Your magical sight allows you to see said movement, though it is hard to differentiate from the passive magic of the silk all around.
Especially as you are distracted by a shiny shine from within- you can smell loot, something synonymous with power for you, and thus you are quite obviously intent upon it.
Entirely within reason, of course. You aren't greedy, everyone else is for not giving you their stu-
Anyway, spiders. They are there, and you don't like them. They are furry and have big oversized mandibles full of disgusting fluids and pretend to be twice your size by having very long legs even though their actual bodies are just about your size. Practically smaller than you. You dwarf them, even.
Also, there's two of them.
One of them is going ahead, while the other one is staying behind to try and stay hidden better. Not that it matters, for your eyes are very eagle-y and sharp, not something they can escape from in their slow, deliberate movement. Yuck yuck yuck yuck YUCK
... You take a bit more distance.
Knowing that a fight is about to begin, you quickly consider your options, eventually defaulting to the trustiest tool in your arsenal- a negatively boiling Winterblast shoots out from your outstretched hand, violently pushing through the webs and the two spiders.
Their limbs lock up, their gait becomes louder as they lose the disgusting smoothness they'd been boasting until now, chittering and screeching in your direction.
However, they are not defeated, yet anyway; though this scum of the insect world (for how else can you describe these faces) is weakened, your righteous fury at their existence alone is not enough to convince them of the fundamental wrongness of their existence so they kill themselves.
Taking some more distance, you are glad your wise maneuvering gave you a moment to react, for one of them spits a glob of some no doubt disturbing fluid at you even as the other rushes through the webs with all of its reduced speed, clacking and clicking as it does!
You try to move out of the way, but the dashing spider stops you, throwing up silk as it moves to try and entangle you. It hits your platform harmlessly, but it slows you down just long enough for the filthy fluids the spitter spewed at you to impact all over your front.
It stings on your skin. It stinks. It seems to be trying to dissolve your clothes, though they are mostly fine. The yellow-ish liquid is on your skin, and it does itch greatly. Agh aa yuck ew ew ew eeeewwwwwww
You do not have a mild half-boner. Even if you suspect it is some kind of insidious aphrodisiac based on what you like to call your genre awareness, this entire situation is simply far too disgusting for this.
You do not want these bugs to exist. You do not want them to be near you. And more than anything else, you want this big stupid spider not to come near you. At. All.
Your guns are out in a single twitching motion, switching their firing method. For one, however, not towards the normal guns nor the squirt pistol attachments. Instead, you use the third one you recently just thought up and made reality, pushing a small button to trigger the effect you want.
When you hold out your guns, you do so very closely, nearly letting the barrels touch each other. You pull both triggers, executing the flawless maneuver you have practiced.
Out of the guns, ice flows like water, streaming out to form a single bigger spike of ice that proceeds to slam into the half-frozen arachnid before you.
It does not, in fact, explode. Instead, it is pierced through, pinned to the ground, its limbs smashed around it in a expulsion of its disgusting life juices and then it explodes.
The other one spits another glob of venom at you. You move out of the way, even as you cough from the vile substance already affecting you.
You look at the spitting spider. You look at its compatriot.
You raise your guns.
You take a moment to recover after a quick and painless execution involving the removal of one limb after another followed by repeatedly freezing some tap water you sprinkled onto the spider's eyes until it finally stopped moving.
You need to recover your mana, and while you're at it, you go ahead and call upon your armor, too. The alternate dress providing greater protection doesn't help with the heavy breathing you find yourself with, but it should at the very least protect you from any further attacks.
You are mildly worried about the issues you are having with your body, but those can wait until you have found your loot. Because screw everything else, you are getting whatever was hidden inside this barrier of spider webs.
You do have to puncture the webs with conjured ice a few times, your weakened state meaning you have to actually put a lot of effort into it and cast a few more ice lances, until...
It takes you a bit, but eventually you reach one of the buildings lining the street you just freed from its tyrannical, probably incestuous, rulers. Notably, it is the one house whose insides are mostly untouched by the webs, and a quick look inside brings you to the object of your... desires?
It is a statue, just like from one of the two spiders you defeated earlier in valiant battle, struggling against superior might and only succeeding due to your superior virtue and the determination to fulfill what you are considering to make your great quest, the extermination of all bugs everywhere, poised to strike as though it was actually a good statue of something worthwhile.
... It is magical, so you are taking it, but you will not touch it until Brian tells you what it does. Similarly, in fact, to what you will do with the corpses you now have on hand, simply using a thick layer of ice to move everything around.
... These things are disgusting. You do not like them. They should go away. And why do you still have this mild boner and the slight wetness underneath it? Even if there was some aphrodisiac venom involved, it should already be long gone by this point!
Dragging the two wretched bodies back home with you is a chore, more so than usual; while you can simply use ice platforms to do so, they still take some mild concentration to move, concentration which is in short supply at the moment.
No less than thrice do you have to take a rest and masturbate with both hands, alternating between stroking your demonic dong and fingering your lady parts underneath it and leaving too much sperm outside of someone or something that you could appreciate it inside of, but after far too much willpower spent on keeping yourself on track and only one or two minor incidents of misorientation, you arrive back home.
The first thing you do when you finally find your way is to stumble downstairs. Just so you don't have to scream, which you don't have the power left for. "Brian."
"Jackie, chuh," the only hope for a million sperm cells says, coming out of the lab to greet you- the place is slowly but surely growing, you feel, though you can't pin down when that might have happened. "Did you need something, chuh?"
"Poisoned," you groan out, your voice gravelly and manly in a way only a true man could manage. "Help."
"Strange, most kinds of poison should be trivial for your constitution to handle, chuuh," the animated plush toy says as it waves its tail for you to follow, leading you into a room you were pretty sure wasn't there earlier. "Symptoms?"
"Weakened, horny," you enumerate the many insidious and wasting effects of the arch-foe's efforts. "... Bad."
"Step inside the pod, please, chuh," the Puchuu requests, something you do with little to no reluctance. The room is somewhat wide, with a big device standing right in the middle, made up of several layers of other devices that close around you once you arrive in the middle.
A little light flashes and noise sounds around you, but for the most part, the whole experience is fairly simple to endure, or it would be if not for your continued state of arousal. When it opens, you see Brian has turned one of the walls into a wide range of what you assume to be diagnostic equipment reading out the results of your examination.
"How bad?" You ask, expecting the worst.
"Chuuh, the venom seems to have had a bad reaction with your regeneration, puuh," Brian announces, hushing from one screen and set of buttons and levers to another, pictures of x-ray results and strings of numbers flashing by faster than you can follow. "It shouldn't be too bad, chuh, and it will be gone by tomorrow."
... This is bad. "Baaad..."
"It isn't that bad, chuh, you're just constantly mildly aroused, chuuh," he pretends as though this was not horrible for you ability to do anything but fuck. "How do you normally manage your various hormone levels, chuh?"
"Fuck," you explain. It isn't like this is rocket science.
"... Whenever you are aroused, chuh?"
"Mhm," you nod.
"Might've overdone it with the..."
"Mhm?" You ask.
"Nothing, chuh. Just... go do what you can." The casual disregard for your wellbeing, nay, the continued existence of the world at large, is stunning, enough so you take a solid two minutes at minimum to come to terms with it.
How are you ever going to do anything again at this rate?
It takes willpower. Strength of character. Sheer, unbridled force of will, even. But in the end, no matter how much you would like to do the opposite... You want those spider corpses gone as soon as possible.
"Muh, dissect," you tell Brian as you pass him in the corridor, dragging yourself upstairs for a bit. Maybe cutting the things apart will be therapeutic.
"Chuuh, I'll have the bleeding room ready in a moment!" He calls after you. Really?
No, you won't question it. Instead, you get to work on actually dragging the dismembered corpses inside and downstairs, gritting your teeth and ignoring the disgusting fluids you're getting all over yourself.
Holding only a pair of venom glands roughly the size of your head, you set them aside, resisting the urge to smash them as signs of your hated foes. Instead, you carefully retrieve the probably cursed statuette you found earlier at the lair of the spiders. "Found this," you point out to Brian.
"Chuuh, you're in luck, I recognize it," the catlike Puchuu says as it eyes the statuette of a leaping spider. "A summoning device, of a sort, chuh. It attracts nearby spider monsters and compels them to stay in the area. Not absolutely so, but it is a powerful draw, especially for less intelligent kinds, puchuuh."
... You consider smashing this thing apart immediately. Nothing good can come of it. It must be destroyed and the secrets of its creation erased from history.
"There was a case of a hundred of them appearing in mundane cities all over the world a few years back, chuh, causing mayhem until the situation was brought under control, puchuuh. It turned out to have been caused by a circle of demonologists doing it to cause confusion while they tried to summon a powerful demon."
Truly despicable and fiendish people. They must be erased.
"Chuuh, if you'd like to, I could put it into storage and keep the effect from reaching out until it gets removed, chuh."
"... Reverse effect?" If you could use it as a supernatural bug repellent, it might be tolerable. Just a bit.
"Chuuh, unlikely. They used a simple effect to manipulate simple monsters, but doing the opposite would be much more complicated. Too costly for you, at any rate."
How sad. And here you thought even something as wretched as this item could be of use in your pursuit of righteousness. "Store."
As much as it hurts you, perhaps strapping a bunch of explosives and throwing it somewhere you don't mind turning into a killing ground near the big bug nest might just be preferable.
For now.
"What will you do next, chuh?" Brian's voice draws you out of your contemplation of dead bugs. Your erection is making itself known once again down in your panties.
"Practice," you explain. Animating ice isn't the easiest, but perhaps you will be able to concentrate on it for long enough to ignore your arousal. Or just get yourself off while working on it, somehow.
While you kept being distracted by errant thoughts, you made up for those by creatively modifying the nature of your training along with the way you confront them.
Meaning that, as you were trying to figure out a way to consistently get ice to move around in a semi-intelligent manner anyway, you worked towards using it to masturbate more efficiently. Creating anything soft and responsive, it seems, remains out of your reach, meaning no cold tongues or acceptable orifices for you to play with.
However, animating a penis to pleasure yourself with is just about doable, and making it move inside yourself requires constant attention in a way that has you actually concentrate as desired after a few false starts.
But that is all in the past. Now, now you need to decide what to do with that demon possessing a random person you have locked up in the basement, as Brian is not going to do anything about it anytime soon.
Hence you have been staring at the redhead with the miniskirt for ten minutes by now, considering how to approach this situation with the least effort on your part while you ignore her talking.
"... Use," you eventually say, causing her to shut up. Counterproductively so, just when you wanted her to start talking, and so you point at her to make yourself understood clearer. "What use?"
"Oh, little old me? None, really. In fact, feel free to exorcise me or just kill and banish me, I don't mind," she loftily says, though you are not fooled. Obviously, this is a ruse to fool you into wasting valuable resources. Brian told you demons are tricky and likely to try to fool you, but you are too smart for any such tomfoolery.
"... See you next week," you say as you turn around. Maybe giving her some time to come up with a better lie will-
"Okay, wait, wait wait. It's pretty clear you won't let me out of here anytime soon and I can't just off myself, so how about we talk things out and come to a mutually beneficial arrangement that doesn't leave me hanging around down here for the next couple centuries?"
You turn back around. "Use."
The demon blows air out of her mouth, leaning back where she's sitting on the featureless floor and propping herself up on both outstretched arms. "Well, when you ask like that... For one, I could help you summon other demons. You know, so I can go back to hell instead and you have someone other than me to boss around, that you can actually try to bind with contracts and all. How's that sound?"
Probably a ploy to waste your time and effort to gain reinforcements for herself. "Muh."
"I could, uh, fuck? It's what I usually do, really, and I do have this mortal body on hand. Don't guess you'd be interested in that?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Mhm..." That does sound more interesting, but you still don't trust her.
"I guess I could be convinced to be, like, your familiar and stuff? I work for you and follow your orders, in exchange you provide me with sin and do me a favour every now and then?" She offers.
Which just sounds too suspicious in itself. Truly, demons cannot ever be trusted.
Staring at the demon for another ten minutes has no discernible effect beyond making her try to talk to you uselessly, and so you choose to go ahead and gather more information from a better source.
This source being Brian, of course, who goes ahead and explains to you that demons are perfectly capable of lying and deceiving others at their leisure, for the most part, though there is a way to force them to keep their agreements.
It does require some blood, but a contract signed in it is, apparently, binding for a demon. Of course, if the other party breaks it first, it becomes useless paper, but as long as it stands the demon in question has to keep to whatever was agreed upon as written.
He actually has a few pre-written contracts he doesn't mind you rifling through, most of which are about as watertight as he can make them- apparently, he used to work with demons regularly at some point and just has them printed en-masse.
It takes a bit of searching, and reading, and figuring out a few terms on your magical smartphone's installed dictionary, but soon enough you have the one you wanted. Technically, it's meant to bind a given demon to the whims of a given contractor, and you somehow suspect that this used to be a precursor to the magical girl system as it exists today, but it's just a feeling. shin megami tensei shin megami tensei
Either way, it works for your purposes once you went over it twice, ask Brian to make sure it is what you wanted and that your name is everywhere it needs to be, then totter gracefully return to the place you left the demon inside of.
"Oh hey, I thought you were going to-" You interrupt her by holding out the contract, signed in triplicate and in blood.
You may dislike seeing your own blood anywhere, as it belongs inside of you, but it should hopefully be worth it this time. "Sign."
"Is that- of course you have a fucking contract. Okay, gimme here and I'll read i-"
"Sign," you insist. You went through all this trouble, you want to be done with it already.
"No, look, that isn't how this works. We both have to get to an agreem-"
"Sign!" You went and prepared this contract just for her, she better appreciate it and just sign it without a second thought! What, are your contracts not good enough for her? Does she think she's too good for them? "Sign. Sign. Sign. Sign."
It is annoying, but you will keep going until- "Alright, fine, dammit, just gimme that and stop chanting!" The demon scowls as she signs away any and all right to do anything but what you want her to do. "The repetitive Latin of all those ceremonies has somehow lost all its magic just from listening to you once."
You smug at her quietly. Once again, your silver tongue and dry wit has won you a negotiation.
Now that you have total control of her actions, it is time to order... Analar'xia, a quick look over the contract supplies, around. "Strip."
With an exasperated sigh, she does, starting with her white top. It is the most substantial part of her outfit, after all. "You know, I'd have expected a little girl to have other ideas, but maybe you're just curious, huh? Guess there's worse contractors out there."
She will learn, in time. By which you mean as soon as you have a few moments. Or dozen.
Patiently, you wait for her generous, bountiful breasts to be revealed, as she isn't wearing any bra whatsoever, and resist the urge to immediately latch onto them with a carefully calibrated jump. She isn't lactating anything for you to drink, and even if she did you doubt it would be the same kind of delicious as Viridis' succor.
... You still want to, though.
"Here, happy, brat?" The anal demon says as she unceremoniously pushes her skirt down her legs along with her panties, stepping out of both and only then stopping. It's alright, though, given that was your intention when giving the order.
Seems the fine print is working out as intended. Welcome to space, what were you expecting
You look at the long, meaty legs that were hardly hidden even before she stripped, and at the puffy, glistening lower lips now shown off for your viewing pleasure. Her darker, well tanned skin tone is somehow making her look just a little bit exotic, so much so you're tempted to just get to business right away.
However, priorities. "Follow."
"Ah, would you- dammit, I hate this shit," your new slave complains, following behind you as you lead her upstairs all the way to your room under the roof. "Absolute order clauses kill more summoners than they save, you know? They were a mistake from the beginning."
Her words are empty and pointless. She is also forced to act towards your wellbeing under all circumstances unless directly and specifically ordered otherwise, by you, of course, and this compulsion overrides most others. In fact, if doing something or not acting would directly or indirectly result in your death, she is also forced to act to prevent this, regardless of any other orders you have given her whatsoever.
Good thing Brian had the contracts lying around. They are very thorough.
Once you arrive in your room, the wide space under the roof containing your bed and some miscellaneous stuff you store inside a big wardrobe off to one side, you point at your bed itself. "Bed," you add to make it clear what you want.
"Sheesh, who pissed in your cornflakes? Or are you just a little autist or what? Maybe just doing what your daddy did, huh?"
Daddy is the best She is being quite rude. Don't be mean to disabled people Not to mention annoying with her yammering.
You drop your panties, lifting the shortened skirt of your dress directly at the front to free up your erection, the demonic boner still going strong due to the horrific venom running through your veins. "Wait, wha-?"
You're on her within moments, shoving the unresisting possessed body onto all fours and lining yourself up. Such a juicy pussy deserves to be fucked hard.
"No wait seriously, how do-" You interrupt her with a hard push, shoving as much of your length inside of her as possible in one go. the rest you'll have to work towards. "Ngaah! What is this and why do I think it's a demon cock?"
"Muh," you explain the story in a single word. Not your fault if she's too dumb to get it. Next, you grasp her hips, feeling the width of the womanly proportions laid out before you as you start fucking her properly, push after shove.
"Gaah! Anyone ever tell you you're good at this?"
"Many." Your conquests are as numerous as the stars on the night sky.
The demon is tight and pleasant, her insides sweltering hot to your imposing length. And width, for that matter. Her insides are gripping you tightly, almost massaging you as though to milk you and say 'please cum in me, please fill me up...'
You would hold out longer, but the aphrodisiac venom has robbed you of your usual prodigious endurance; merely a couple dozen thrusts in you come, pumping your load of baby batter into the possessed womb's entrance in thick pulsing pushes, breathing heavy and gasping groaning in release.
"Heh, quickshot," the unbeliever says, looking backwards over her shoulder. Your presence and obvious activity has kept her locked into place so far. "I shoulda expected you to b-"
Your erection is undaunted. Two small hands dig into the wonderfully kneadable globes of her ass as you resume fucking her as hard as you can. "Mhm."
"Oh fuck, I take it baaaa-!"
You show no mercy. If the turns were tabled, she would not, either, but even if she did mercy is not a concept you believe in showing.
Again and again you shove your third leg of a cock into the abused insides of this woman, knowing well that you are fucking not one, but two females in one go. Somehow, this concept has you aroused even more than usual, and it is a whole three rounds, with copious amounts of all-natural lube squirting from your new familiar, later that you take a moment to breathe and reconsider.
Anal demon, her face buried inside your bed, perks up. "You done?" She asks as soon as she frees her mouth from the soft covers.
"Nn, knot," you announce, scratching the hardened flesh at the base of your cock.
"Ugh, great." And just like that, you work towards forcing it in, the demon merely lying there and taking it like a good girl. "You know, my host is screaming right now. This has to be like a nightmare for her, except it's aaall real and-"
"Don't care," you say, the throes of passion moving you to be more verbose than usual. "Breed."
"Ah fuuuck," she groans out, entrance widening to take the base of your tool and her womb being pushed back just a little to let her take your whole distended piece of fuckmeat. "Mortals," she heavily breathes, "would die from this."
"Nuh," you disagree. "Works fine." Or at least Melanie didn't complain. Then again, you never did actually knot her, did you?
Anyway, with your knot inside, an almost reflexive orgasm is triggered, letting you flood anal demon's womb with even more seed beyond that which managed to leak until now. Good and plugged up, she will hopefully get pregnant from this.
You want to have lots of babies to see if the possession does anything... or to use otherwise...
Daddy is the best, put the sluts to the test
Right, you aren't quite done yet. Though you kind of fell over and hugged your fuckpet's rear and almost fell asleep as you buried yourself inside of her, you still need to find out one more thing. She is, after all, the anal demon.
You wait until your breath has evened out even so, though. "Hey, uh, you done? This was pretty nice, not gonna lie, but-"
She screams as you tear your half-deflated knot out of her hole, pushing her butt wide open to see your new target. "Argh! Mother of fuck Mary!"
She goes still as your head, smeared with semen and probably demonic juices, pokes her asshole. "Seriously, that thing's way too large to fit there! At least make it a little smaller, everyone does-"
"Not a demon," you explain the 'unfortunate' state of affairs that leads to you needing to fuck her with your full size. Then you push, and she moans and screams like a whore.
You like the sound. Hahaha who's the autist now
Legs beneath you are bouncing up and down the bed. You pay them no mind, for you must push into a tight orifice. A grasping hand reaches backwards to try and slow you down, but you pay the contractually unable to hinder you appendage no mind, for you must enjoy the tightness of a back entrance as it clamps onto your cock for every inch you shove inside of it and the warm, roiling sensation of what is beyond it.
"Auuurgh, seriously, take it slower and stretch it beforehand at least!" The pointless words are ignored, for you must fuck. This. Demonic. Ass.
And you do. You really, really do. You fuck it hard and fast until its owner is screaming into your pillow. Until her legs give up and she drops onto the bedcovers. Until your bed is creaking under the force of your thrusts.
You come inside of her, and it does, in fact, feel glorious. "Uuugh, if I had my actual body this wouldn't hurt... And you'd be mewling even louder than you already are, you little monster!"
"Miuh." You complain. You are neither a monster nor are you mewling. In fact, you are giving off raw masculine sounds of pleasure.
"... Hey, you still going back there or can we stop here? My host body is kind of screaming in pain. And she's fainted, I'm pretty sure."
You are exhausted, and the venom is still weakening you. However, no matter how weak the flesh is, the mind is willing. Very much willing. "... Ride," you finally declare. "Turn around."
You do not let her pull you out of her ass, of course. Melanie has competition for best buttfucks, now. "Fucking figures," the anal demon sighs.
The anal demon is living up to her name, if nothing else, riding you with your cock up her butt and your touching the divinely tight portal between her cheeks frequently, a bulge visible on her stomach when she turns towards you every time she's going down. "Haven't had this much fun since I was last in hell! Which isn't that long, but it's something," she groans at one point.
A few loads up her belly later, however, you realize the day is not yet over, technically, and so you groan and stretch out a hand for your unconditionally obedient servant.
She immediately stops, forced to do so through the contract. "Oh, what now?"
You ignore her huffing. "Off."
It is a long and arduous process, as you did not intend any urgency with your command, and the show is pretty great as you watch the tanned woman extract herself from your cock, lifting and heaving and putting a lot of pleasurable pleasure onto you where it really counts.
Of course she is also leaking a pretty big amount of your cum all over the place and, more importantly, you, but that's alright. She can clean up later.
You did get yourself a free maid, may as well use her.
"Come," you mutter, conjuring a rope you unwind to add to a collar you similarly conjure, both to be added to your new pet. Your power to create clothing (temporary unless worn by you) is coming in handy once again.
"Yes, yes," the anal demon says, rolling her eyes and reaching out for your slimy cock standing proudly erect still.
You let her, and so you lead her by her leash even as she leads you by the dick. A surprisingly apt analogy for some of your time back in college, actually, now that you think about it.
Downstairs, it doesn't take you too long to find Viridis, the catplantspirit woman currently relaxing in the tree trunk you both often use for sexytimes- you don't think you've ever seen her sleeping, now that you think about it.
"Muh," you announce yourself, causing her to prop herself up and smile at you.
"Huh, this might explain why you're so fucked up, twerp," the anal demon says, heedless of the fact she's still leaking globs of white fluid all over the floor and will be required to clean it up with her mouth later.
"Pet," you point at the anal demon, or more specifically, at her belly, where you know you released many loads of your mighty sperm. "Bred?"
"Mhm, she is indeed pregnant, my little breeder," Viridis says, her long tail playfully moving through the air languidly, just like a pleased cat's would. "Well done."
You nod. This is something to be proud of for sure. "Improve?"
"Oh, would you like to make the pregnancy a little more... interesting?"
"Wait, hold up, don't I get a say in this?" The anal demon says uselessly. "Not every day you actually carry to term in a human meatsack."
"No." Your declaration is final, of course. The contract sees to it.
"Now, now, I could see a few ways your new child could be... better... Though you should never stray too far from the original path... Mhm..."
Viridis seems perfectly happy to do what you asked for, but apparently doing things with more precision than 'just make 'em breed' requires a bit more work than she usually does, and so you are going to need to help with the preparations.
Luckily, she does want to do this and is using a lot of her own magic to help make things happen, so all you need to do is pump a whole lake full of cum for your pet to bathe inside of.
... Yes, that is apparently what it'll take.
Never one to shy away from a challenge, you take a moment to help several tree roots dig out a sufficiently sized hole, it isn't that big, at least, with the use of a few of your spells. And also dodging the resulting debris.
But before long, you have a hole in the ground, smoothed out by itself. Or rather because of Viridis' magic, you suppose, but all the same, you have what you need. Now all that remains is to fill it up and throw your pet demon inside.
"And you're sure the weird satanic rituals with sperm and stuff aren't anything weird? Because I hate to break it to ya, but this looks a lot like a weird satanic ritual with sperm and stuff."
Again, unsolicited advice is ignored. Also, not like you would mind doing some weird satanic rituals if it got you more power anyway.
You aren't wearing any clothes already, so all that this next step requires is you ejaculate a small lake's worth of semen. Which, to any lesser magical girl, would be an impossible task, but not for you, oh no.
Luckily, you also do have Viridis there to help you do it, however. "Just take a deep breath and drink." Slender fingers are wrapped around your hard cock, stroking and squeezing as you drink from a full pair of breasts.
"Huh, she's really like an infant. Just horny and with an oversized cock," the anal demon observes aloud. And goes ignored as usual.
You, meanwhile, are steadily drinking Viridis' sap and growing hornier and hornier, arousal clouding your thoughts and driving your cock to ever greater hardness. And just as you switch breasts, fearing that the perfection before you might be marred by uneven sizes even as you recognize that to be extremely unlikely- as if Viridis would ever run out- you feel something poking at your leg.
You start, but the source of your nourishment pulls you back in. "Shh, just keep going..." Dutifully, you resume drinking from her breasts, stoically latching onto a nipple and suckling like a true man even as what you're pretty sure is some sort of plant winds its way up your legs.
Especially when you feel something wet and hard coming along.
"Think I could get this body to lactate? An easy way of shutting her up could be pretty great, not gonna lie. Though she's really loud like this, isn't she?"
One hand continues fondling the head of your dick, down between Viridis' spread legs and pointing right at the target, the spirit standing partly inside of the hole to let you drink from her while standing up. The other one comes closer to stroke your knot before fondling your heavy balls, holding them up for something else to slide under them and rest at your entrance.
An unmistakable wetness is what greets it, but that's just a purely biological reaction, nothing more. All the same, it slides onward, rubbing and pressing and brushing against your balls once Viridis lets go of them until it pushes inside, filling you up.
And all the while, Viridis keeps on stroking you, both hands now around your cock and fully engaged. Her sap tastes sweeter, if anything, and you hug her around the waist as you come for the first time, heavy ropes of cum shooting out and past her.
"There you are," she says soothingly, patting your head with one hand. You like headpats. "Now let's do that again and again, hm?"
You answer by pushing towards her and back against the plant fucking you. You can feel another one slithering up past your feet, and a third shorty after- Viridis momentarily halts to spread your butt, your impatient whining bringing you a rub over your back as she allows one of the plantcocks to spread open your asshole, its natural lubrication allowing itself to push inside, even as the other one jostles the rest of your equipment around to join the one in your pussy.
Now spread open on both sides, a steady rhythmic fucking pushing up at you from the vegetation holding your legs in place, Viridis resumes jerking you off, letting you feel the hot wetness of her own pussy along your cock and making sure your balls are ready and active by playing with them every now and then.
"Yeah, this is actually pretty hot," the anal demon comments, though you simply do not have the mental capacity to pay attention to her.
This changes, however, when you feel her fingers on your butt, feeling around and poking the opening of your asshole currently being fucked by a plantcock. Probingly, she adds a thumb, widening and spreading it beyond what the procedure is actually doing.
"Hmh?" You ask, not stopping your suckling.
"Oh, don't mind me, just testing out how stretchy you are," the possessing demon says, waving you off. Next, she wraps her hands around your cock, too, joining and adapting to Viridis' rhythm. "Here, let me show you how it's done..."
Surrounded on both sides by busty, hot women jerking you off and the trio of plants rutting into you, you immediately come, adding more of the required life fluids.
You have a long night ahead of you...
Hours upon hours are spent releasing yourself into the pit, as you have come to call it in the back of your head where you still have a few braincells left, being fondled and fucked and jerked off by Viridis and anal demon. No part of your body is left untouched, and they spend great attention on your breasts once they realize how sensitive they are.
Or rather, how sensitive they believe they are. For they are not. At all. The hitching gasps you make when your nipples and tweaked are merely a measure of deceit to make them believe so, of course.
Anyway, were you of your right mind, you would scarcely believe it, but the pit is actually filling up slowly but surely, every ejaculation coaxed from your (mighty and awe-inspiring) cock adding to its liquid bounty. Somehow, Viridis must be keeping it from drying out faster than you are adding more of it, and so after what feels like days of near constant ecstasy, the catplantspiritgoddess is now standing up to her waist in the small lake's worth of semen.
It's kind of astounding that all of that came from you. It has to be several time's worth your own body weight. What exactly is in her milk that it lets you just produce so much cum?
Either way, as you gasp and fall right onto your butt (most decidedly not with a squeak, no matter how high and cute it would have been) and gasp for air (but in a manly way) as soon as your two seed extractors let go of you as though on an unheard signal, it doesn't take long for the anal demon to be dunked inside of the stuff, and maybe staying inside of it. You can't really see because your eyes are behaving weirdly.
"Oh my, you're all tuckered out, aren't you?" You feel yourself lifted up by warm, sticky hands as you hear Viridis' voice. "Here, I'll bring you to bed."
You're out like a light before she can so much as move. Take that, Viridis.
Analar'xia, or 'anal demon' as she was also called sometimes lately, was not for the first time questioning what the hell even was her life. Not that she wanted to complain too much; she could still be sitting in that stupid circle trying to puzzle out what dimensions the rest of the runes affecting her were even in.
But really, was it too much to ask for to do some normal summoned demon stuff after how things usually went with contracts like this? Things like spying on people and seducing others to get her summoner's way all the while she had her little plots going in the background slowly but surely ticking towards the inevitable fireworks that their life was turning into.
And if she got the sucker's cock into her, chances were she'd even have him thank her for it.
But no, while she got some good fun out of it with her current 'master', Analar'xia was very much not getting the hooks she wanted into her. Kids were supposed to be easy to manipulate and lead around by the nose, but fuck if that little bitch (whose name she wasn't even really sure about still, another weird thing after a contract) wasn't completely ignoring what pretty much everyone was saying.
Or, well, what she was saying. Mini-grandma didn't have any trouble doing anything the little furball said, or the apparent rampant growth spirit growing behind her house.
Which had explained the forest. She didn't often fuck around in the Sprawl, but she was pretty sure forests weren't usually around the place.
So there she was, sitting inside a solid layer of still fluid cum. Little girl cum, because gender-confused little freaks like that just had to come on top, too. And due to the wording on that shitty contract she hadn't had the time to really read through before the splitting headache of whatever bullshit was in those runes drove her insane, she couldn't even just get up and fuck up this little ritual as a spot of petty revenge.
Instead, she simply soothed her spirits by listening to her host, the vapid little cunt whose body she was wearing like a suit (and had wasted no time in modifying to suit her tastes better) having started to endlessly chant about how she deserved everything that was happening to her for what she had done to all of those people.
Please bitch, it was just a couple dozen human sacrifices, those had to be made at some point. And if it's some randos, that was a sacrifice Analar'xia was willing to make a million times over. Just thinking about the families that were then reduced to mindless fuckpuppets on her own floor of her own little stronghold...
Renewed mental sobbing was the only thing keeping the demoness company in the pit of cum, but at least it was fun company.
She still hadn't called. When was she going to call? Jackie wasn't patient, she didn't think anyway, so why hadn't she called yet?
It was maddening. Any moment could be it, and Olivia had no way to prepare. She was safe while she was at school, but any other time... Such as when she was meeting with the others to practice...
She glared at her smartphone. This waiting was worse than anything else. It was driving her nuts to wait for-
She wasn't waiting for the next time she would be with the insane girl. She WASN'T. She just wanted...
Olivia lifted her hands to her eyes. She just wanted this to be over. One way or another, she didn't even care anymore...
She really needed to transform again. Soon.
You wake up. You realize you are in the trees again after a moment of confusion.
You're also naked, and just a little sore. Especially around your balls. However, you are also very clean, and a quick look down shows that you have an amorous Viridis suckling on your cock with a smile around it.
You do not object to this. On the contrary.
Looks like this will be a late morning after all...