Kapitel 6: Molly's Fetish
I stared down at the ruffled pink dress Molly stuck me in. A frilly pink wig covered my bald head, and a mask hid my face for now. I looked like the worst drag queen of all time. My arms rippled with muscle, and I smelled like a week on the road. The couple of puffs of the perfume Molly used wasn't enough to cover up my smell. Unfortunately, I couldn't even bathe in a nearby river for all the mermaids, catfish-girls, alligator-girls, lamia, and frog-girls who make their home in streams and ponds.
While they may not report me, I would have to fuck entire communities for a bath. That could be fun, but I wanted to hurry and get to the dungeon.
My last fight was an eye opener. Fighting in my battle form was dangerous, and if mecha-girls were going to be a common enemy, then I had to get stronger. Whether it was by getting better techniques or a larger qi supply didn't matter to me.
So, I was confused when we stopped at Opaque village instead of going directly to the dungeon. We entered the village without a fuss and found a nearby inn. We were seated and drinking ale shortly after seating. Our cat-girl waitress happily took our order. When she took my order, she sniffed the air and stared around longingly with her slit green eyes.
After lowering my mask long enough to take a hidden sip, I had to voice my opinion. "So, why can't we go to the dungeon first?" I asked.
"Do you know how dungeons increase their power?" Molly asked.
"I can't say I do." I said.
"Dungeons profit in three ways by absorbing the cum of their male victims, the used mana from spells, or the bodies of monster girls. Loners are almost always isolated and killed the moment they enter a dungeon. Think of a lone adventurer as a free meal for a dungeon. While three is safer, it isn't that safe. Dungeons only play by the rules if you have a party of 5 to 20. Larger parties will use a lot of spells and feed the dungeon; even if none of us die, the dungeon will profit." Molly said.
"There is also the need for variety in an orgy. Dungeons seem to drop better loot if you have sex in them first. Crazy orgies can lead to some amazing gear. A cousin of mine stuffed a slime-girl into her pussy before her mother used a futa spell and stuffed the poor slime-girl further inside. She was nearly lost, but then they killed a goblin, and it dropped a rare grade lance enchanted with fire magic. When they beat the floor boss, it dropped an entire centaur armor set that matched the lance." Kale said.
"Did the slime-girl survive? Wait, how are we going to top filling a pussy with a slime girl and then stuffing it with incest?" I asked
Molly gave my empty cup to the waitress. "Slime girls can take nearly anything as long as their core isn't damaged. I'm sure she had the time of her life soaking in taur cum. Great, now I'm horny thanks a lot, Kale." Molly said.
That put an end to Molly the helpful information source. She would be useless unless I fed the beast. So I looked around the tavern for someone that would speak to Molly's kinks.
I spotted a deertaur standing quietly at a table and got up. "What are you doing?" Kale asked.
"She's horny, and that girl looks lonely. So I might as well invite her over," I said.
"That is so sweet of you. I'll tell you all about it and give you any hole you want if it works out." Molly promised.
I nodded and sucked in a breath. Approaching and talking to some girl I didn't know into sleeping with my pink-haired bombshell of a friend was new to me. Hell, I felt like Marco Polo here exploring a new world. The culture was different, and if anyone found out I was male, they would use me until I ran dry. Even Molly confessed to trying to drain me dry on our first meeting.
The woman was a blonde with pointed ears that twitched with my every step. Coming up with a pickup line would have been great, but they all left me moments before I approached her. So how the hell was I going to break the ice and get her to fuck Molly? Well, the deertuar was alone here; what did that tell me. I could practically feel my Emily pointing at the details and railing at me for not understanding.
What did alone mean in this society? Did drinking alone make her an outcast in taur country? Would that give her high defenses, and if so, what of it? Deer were herd animals; if I recall correctly, why would this one roam alone? Did she do something to outcast herself from others of her kind, or is something else going on? Maybe she's just here to have a drink and relax, and it has nothing to do with any social norms. It was also possible she was waiting on some friends.
"You look like you could use some company," I said as I pulled out a seat beside her.
She didn't immediately bolt or move to another table; instead, she took another sip of her drink.
"Company is something I'm trying to avoid, but you aren't one of the companions I'm trying to avoid. You seem nervous, and your scent is masked in perfume and not the cheap stuff a professional made yours. The magical girl with the pink hair-making eyes at me. Did she put you up to this? Your perfume is strong, but your voice is deep; I can't tell what kind of monster girl you are. If I were to guess canid or wolf, your type often mixes up sexual and predator instincts." The deertaur said.
She was a talker and quick to make assumptions, and her blonde hair and blue eyes reminded me of Emily. Especially with her way of pointing out details. So far, she had made a logical argument for my approach.
"Sorry, but you're wrong about me. There isn't a drop of canid blood anywhere in my ancestry. You could say I'm here fulfilling a favor for a friend. She has a thing for taurs." I said.
"I'm the deer, but she's the skittish one. That's funny; maybe if I wasn't expecting trouble, I would buy her a drink and see where it goes." The deertuar said.
"Buy her a drink and not the other way around. She is the pursuer." I said.
"Exactly, I can't trust a magical girl into taurs not to spike my drink." She looked at me expectantly. "You should have left already if you weren't interested in trouble. That perfume hiding your scent was professionally done; even this close, I can't pierce it. You must be hiding something so let me help you out. It's easier to keep your secrets when you aren't looking for trouble." She said.
"My name is Red; what's yours?" I asked.
"Vraley Irons, here I am, talking away without asking anything. I'm terrible at my job. So what made you want to brave the anxiety of talking to a stranger for the magical girl? Does she have something on you?" Vraley asked.
I took a sip of her drink, causing her ears to twitch. "Nothing like that. You're a cute lonely deertuar, and my friend has a thing for you but is too scared to approach. Is there any chance I can convince you to come back to our place for some fun with her?" I asked.
"Now you're asking me to leave a public place with the offer of sex. I'm not too sure you aren't one of the companions I expected tonight." Vraley said.
"We're going to the dungeon later, and we need more companions. If you have a friend, we'll be 5, and that's just enough." I said.
"You don't want me, then I'm nothing but bad luck. I went into the dungeon with a party of 10, and only I made it out. So that's why I'm alone." Vraley said.
That wasn't what I expected. If the dungeon killed an entire party despite their large numbers, then a group wasn't much protection. Or the dungeon wanted them dead personally. There was a lot about dungeons I didn't know. Still, I needed help, and she could be a good source of information.
"So, you've been in the dungeon before; what's it like do the monsters there have any hidden weaknesses?"
"The dungeon doesn't follow the rules. It's only hungry for bodies, and the mayor doesn't care. All she wants is to grow the town; a few deaths don't matter to her." Vraley said.
"She isn't forcing anyone to go as far as we know. If the dungeon is a little more dangerous than normal, we'll be careful. What kind of mobs does it have? Are we talking slimes, kobolds, or mutated animals?" I asked.
"Ghosts, banshees, and liches roam the halls, the dead rise, and mad adventurers speak of a zombie dragon in the depths. It has multiple floors with ever-changing rooms. When you think you've figured out the dungeon's pattern, it changes it. I went down there to rescue the daughter of a powerful merchant. But, unfortunately, a powerful wraith kidnapped her and took her down into the dungeon's depths." Vraley said.
"That sounds interesting. If the numbers don't matter, why don't you join us? Spirits happen to be my specialty." I said.
"So that's why you're wearing the perfume you're a spiritualist here to take down the dungeon," Vraley said.
I patted her shoulder. "You can believe that if you want to now come on, my friend wants to pound your deer pussy before we go," I said.
"Alright I could use a pounding after the day I've had."
Molly was overjoyed when I came back with Vraley. She couldn't pay our tab quickly enough. We made our way to our room in a nearby inn where we shared the same room.
"So, the two of you are just going to watch us have sex," Vraley said.
The blonde deertaur was naked and covered her small breasts with her arm. I couldn't join in without exposing my true identity, and Kale was busy rubbing lotion on her sore feet. On the other hand, Molly was naked and busily growing an extra-long clit cock. The sheer number of moving parts to her spell was staggering.
Flesh molding wasn't something I wanted to try just yet.
"You know Red, you should join in. Just imagine it; we can rub our bodies against each other as we fuck her. Our deer detective looks like she hasn't had a proper lay in years." Molly said.
I blinked at Molly's complete disregard for my secret, then shrugged; the odds were good; we might all die in the dungeon tomorrow anyway. After giving it some thought, I bolted the door to our room and touched the wooden wall. Formations appeared growing from the wood itself and spreading across the room. Anyone who managed to spy on us would see something mundane. Depending on how degenerate they are, that could be anything from missionary to complicated fetishes.
Exposing myself to Vraley felt like a bad idea. Not because I didn't think she was trustworthy but because she had people after her. Those enemies could torture her for information, and under torture, things slipped. She might become desperate enough to do anything, including mentioning a human male. That kind of slip-up might give her a reprieve from torture or even a clean death. Giving her that kind of card to play seemed like a bad idea to me.
But at that moment I wasn't thinking about the consequences. She was pretty enough and reminded me of Emily from the other world. Vraley's face pulled at my heartstrings, and at the end of the day, I was only a man.
I pulled off the mask and removed the wig. The frilly dress came off over my head easily enough.
"That was unexpected. You look healthy, too, hardly used at all. The dungeon, that's why you're so interested it's not for the weapons but for the items. You want to increase your life force until you're a match for even monster girls. This isn't the right dungeon for that." Vraley said.
She glared at Molly, who ignored the start of the new conversation to grab the deertuar's hips. "You're just going to let him walk into danger without a second thought. Do you know how valuable he is?"
Molly pushed her thumb in Vraley's pussy. The deertaur moaned as Molly worked the digit deeper before backing out. Vraley's hips followed the digit right to Molly's grown deer cock.
"Red, are we forcing you to go to the dungeon. Have either of us forced you to come here?" Molly asked.
"I would have come here with or without you. Well, I would have skipped the town and entered the dungeon already. It seems perfect for me. Spirits are my specialty." I said.
Mmph!
"Was your mother a zombie dragon then or an arch lich?" Vraley asked.
I let black flames gather around the tips of my fingers. Besides my fight against the mecha-girl, I hadn't displayed this power openly. My qi spread around my body in an aura of darkness, that they couldn't see, hungrily drawing on the world spirit. The entity reluctantly fed me its qi but clearly wanted a show in return. The voyeur could be so annoying.
"So, we might have a chance. A human with a zombie dragon's blood gift might be able to turn the tide." Vraley said.
Hearing people make their own assumptions about my power never got old. The fact that it fell into the believable was handy. We were going to a dungeon that might as well double as my own spirit farm. There were sure to be high-class spirits of many different types there. If I could merge with the right types, then ascension was assured. I could step into the nascent realm without any assistance. The dungeon also seemed to promise dropped items capable of boosting my body's physical attributes. Right now, it was a mortal body enhanced by qi.
This could work if I remained confident and didn't reveal my hand to the dungeon too early. However, if the opportunity arrived, I needed to snag a lightning spirit first to cover that weakness.
"I've never had pure Devateria before. There are rumors that the pure stuff is much more potent than the processed swill Lilium sells us." Vraley said.
"Believe me, it is. You haven't lived until you've felt a big sticky mess of fresh Devateria fill you." Molly said.
Kale chose that moment to get up, pull down her panties and get on the bed. Her now very human pussy twitched, revealing her still large thumb-sized clit.
"You might get to feel what it's like if you behave yourself. We can't have you draining our human dry." Kale said as her black-lipped pussy twitched, revealing the sweet pink interior.
She spat on her hand and reached down to lube up my cock. Before taking it in her hand and directing it as she leaned back. Her powerful brown thighs tightened as she lifted her ass before pushing down. Her sweet heat, glorious pressure, and tightening depths slipped over my dick.
I watched Kale grab her tits and play with them as she bounced up and down as I instinctively humped her back. She was virgin tight in her new form, and her clit loved to push against my cock. With every thrust, she dripped and tightened even as she played with her tits and moved her hips.
Watching and just humping was impossible; I grabbed her tight ass and squeezed the soft but muscular cheeks. They were tight when she rose but softened when she fell. All the while, her butthole kept up its puffy shape despite her now pear-shaped booty. When she pushed against me, I couldn't help but groan. Being deep inside of her while watching her ass move was too much. When I came, I pulled on her for dear life while Kale slowly humped the cum out of me. There was a sucking sensation quickly wrapping around my tip as I spurted.
"Not a drop wasted. Becoming a demi-human has really brought out your succubus ancestry." Molly said.
I pushed Kale to the foot of the bed and rose to my knees. Her big ass spread wide, showing off her drooling pussy and twitching ass. Even though I had just cum I wasn't done. Something about this world made stopping after going one round feel impossible.
"Are you sure you're ok to go again? Every time you spill your seed, it's a few months off your lifespan." Vraley said while bouncing on Molly's futa dick. The deertaur didn't seem nearly as worried as her words suggested.
"I think I'll be fine," I said and stuffed Kale full again.
"Be careful; if you keep giving me seconds, that's what I'll expect every night. You'll be used up like that before the year is out." Kale said.
I had already recovered the qi lost through cultivation. If anything, I felt overcharged. The more I fucked Kale, the more qi the world spirit sent our way. I could sustain my battle form for a few minutes with this much power.
Instead of answering, I gripped her ass and pulled hard-driving myself in deep.
"Yum, there were a few drops I missed inside. Thank you for that and fucking me like a proper stallion." Kale said.
I gripped her hips and pounded her hard. This wasn't the pleasant slow motions she had established on top. Instead, my movements were meant to use her wet pussy to squeeze out another orgasm. When I came this time, Kale screamed out and tightened as if she had an orgasm as well. I filled her pussy and felt her milk me for every drop.
This was getting dangerous. I humped Kale's cunny a few more times and came again.
To replace the lost qi, I had to focus on cultivation this time. Kale drained more of my lifeforce this time than in my last orgasm.
"Sorry, it's hard for me to hold back when you're feeding yourself to me. You're so deep I can hardly stand it. Can you give me just a few more, please?" I pushed forward again, and Kale screamed as I came; this time, the orgasm lasted 5 times as long as expected. My body weakened considerably, and cultivating to return my strength was slow. But I couldn't stop now. Kale's mouth clamped around both of her nipples as she pleasured herself. Vraley humped down on Molly's futa cock in earnest while watching us. I could tell she was picturing me the whole time. This type of being wanted was addictive even more than the sex.
If I kept going, I could die. That fact hadn't hit me until now. My body would recover within a few hours, but what if I kept going. The cost had grown exponentially higher, and the pleasure increased seemingly without end.
I slapped her on the ass and pulled out of her tight pussy with a pop. "Sorry, that's enough for tonight; we have things to do tomorrow."
"Coward, you're too scared to keep going, and you don't trust me to stop before it's too dangerous for you," Kale said.
I stuffed three fingers in her cunt and massaged her clit with my thumb. Kale tightened instantly as I gave her pussy a little more pleasure.
"Are you in control, or is this?" I flicked her large clit again. Her hips shook, and I withdrew her fingers and licked my fingers. "It's easy for you to call me a coward when you take no risks."
She didn't look the least bit sorry. "Can we have sex again in the morning?" Kale asked.
"I will think about it," I said.
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