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“H-how… how is this possible?” You demand.

“Isn’t it simple? You yourself have experienced this weakness. Your power is dependent on your capacity to use magic. You may have patched that little hole in yourself, but you left it open for your daughters. Perhaps, you wanted to have the option to stop them if they ever became out of control. I exploited that hole, and now, they are my slaves!”

“Anna!” Merida shouts.

“Elsa!” Aurora adds tearfully. “Hero-san, you must save them!”

“We’re sorry, mommy!”

“I’m scared, father!”

The two girls held each other as Cruella stands over them, each girl in a collar and leash. Cruella is holding the leashes while laughing with the back of her hand up to her face. Without context, it certainly looks like the three women are performing some kind of S&M play.

“Don’t even think about saving them!” Cruella shouts in your mom’s voice. “I have their collars, if you even think of approaching me, I’ll break their minds, turning them into moronic miscreants!”

“No!” You cry, clinching your fist. “You can’t… I already have a Tiana.”

“Hey! Did commoner just say my name! He meant me, right?”

“Gah, I couldn’t bear to see that, even for a moment!” You sigh. “Very well, what do you want?”

“Why is commoner always so cruel… waaah.” Ariel pats Tiana’s head, followed by her butt, and then other things, soon Tiana is too distracted to feel upset anymore.

“I already said… release my sisters to me. Their armies, and their lands will become mine…”

“No!” Grimhilde cries.

“You can’t…” Maleficent adds.

“Oh? You guys really like being with me that much.” You smile, taking enjoyment in the affection their showing by their protests.

“D-don’t get any ideas!” Maleficent turns to you and curses.

“It’s not what prince thinks…” Ursula looks away with a blush.

“Eh?”

“There is… something… you don’t understand about our sister Cruella.” Even Medusa looks slightly down.

“Don’t worry, my sisters, I understand that he has brainwashed all of you. Th-that bastard raped each and every one of my sisters. I’ll save you from his clutches… even if I have to save you from yourselves.”

The girls all look away, awkward expressions forming on their faces. I glance back and forth between the groups, not quite understanding what I am missing here.

“Wh-what is your plan, anyway?” You decide to ask.

“Haha! Isn’t it obvious? I will use the armies of my sisters and finally conquer Tremaine. I will kill that wretched husband of hers and become the next Demon Queen!”

“Really? This is all about just one upping all of your sisters and getting power?” You feel a little disappointed at the thought that this was all about power, it felt too cliche.

“No, hero, you still don’t understand…” Grimhilde sighs, causing you to give an even more confused look.

“One upping my sisters?” Cruella put on a look of disgust. “Why would I want to do that? I don’t want to be better than my sisters, I want to possess my sisters!”

“Huh?”

“I will be the next Demon Queen, not in the sense of replacing mom, but in the sense of claiming all my sisters. They’ll all be my women! Every day they’ll service me! We can sleep together every night and every morning make love.”

“Wh-what? You’re not saying…” Your eyes start to widen.

“Yes…” Ursula says sadly, “Our sister, is unequivocally a massive…”

“Siscon!” Maleficent finishes.

“Come to me sisters! Or I will make you cum- ahem… I mean hand over my sisters so that I can love them, make love to them… I mean… let me fuck my sisters!” She demands, stomping her foot.

“…”

“Tsk, it repulses me to think that you had your dick inside them. Only I can be inside them!”

“I-inside?” You let otu a cough.

Cruella grabs her underwear and rips it off, spreading her legs as she does. Something falls out from between her legs The sight causes you to spit up a bit of blood. You mother is standing there, and she also has a dick! The sight… it burns!

“I’ll cum in all my sisters, and purge them from your nastiness!”

“You’re one to talk about nasty!” You cry out, wanting to bleach your eyes, you turn to the other girls. “C-cruella is a dude?”

“No… Cruella can take any form…” Grimhilde explains. “As a changeling, she technically has no sex, or rather she can be any sex. She could just as easily form a dick as a pussy.”

“Th-this…” You collapse to your knees. “This can’t happen.”

Cruella taps her lips, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Actually, now that I think about it, you have raped all of my sisters! Even if we traded, how could I possibly let such an atrocity go unpunished? Since we’re trading your daughters for my sisters, and you raped all of my sisters, then truly the right solution is to rape your daughters!”

Cruella’s dick starts to grow hard as she stands over the two helpless daughters while grinning maniacally.

“Gulp!”

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“Thank you, king of Riun.” The princess of the eagle tribe bowed. “You have saved us all.”

“Yeah… yeah…” You sigh, walking off to check on your army on the wall.

Over the last week, you have been in over a hundred skirmishes. With your powers, there is little waiting. You can instantly teleport your army anywhere, surprising the enemy and wiping them out in a heartbeat. Over the last week, you’ve refined your swordsmanship which was only downloaded into your body magically using the true heat of battle.

Admittedly, your body is invincible. In the last 100 battles, you would have been killed with an arrow ten times, and skewered by a lucky blade you weren’t paying attention to another fifteen. So overall, you would have survived 75% of the battles you were in, and with every battle you were growing better and better at it. Soon, even Snow White was growing impressed with battle prowess, which is no longer a matter of tweaking powers and now involves actual experience.

Of course, Florian, Snow White, Kida, and Merida were all there to provide you pointers. Florian’s pointers were the only ones that didn’t devolve into sex eventually. So, for all intent and purposes, you ended up learning more from Florian than you did from the others. You also used Florian’s talents to summon some modern warfare, and you now have a gun unit and even a couple tanks.

Suffice it to say, this eagle tribe is one of three dozen demihumans tribes you’ve already saved. The remaining survivors were brought into the walls of this city which functions as your main headquarters for launching this campaign. Every battle leaves some dead or wounded and some joining your army. Overall, it’s been a surplus, and your army is now the largest force in the mainland. As Grimhilde put it, if every remaining land rose up against you at this moment, even without your own magic skills, your army would be able to steamroll them.

Steamroll is exactly what you needed to do, because there are only a few weeks left until the Demon god breaks into this world. With two Demonlords left, the timing is narrow.

Perhaps, you’d be more excited about this development, but there is just one caveat. No matter how many slavers you cut down, more always come. At first, you had assumed it was a failure of communication. Perhaps you moved too fast for the slavers to hear about their own demise. However, a week had gone by, and there has been more than enough time for the slavers to hear their forces were being systematically wiped out.

These aren’t soldiers, after all. These are slavers looking for a profit. It makes no logical sense that they would throw their lives away attacking the demi-humans and trying to enslave women long after the demi-humans have received reinforcements and mounted a proper resistance.  Yet, these slavers still came in massive waves, riding in to raid every town. When all the small ones had formed into larger walled cities (the walls magically grown overnight by you), they also started banding together to form larger armies.

“These guys… they’re not sanctioned by the human realm.” Kida surmises.

“What do you say that?” I ask.

“We sent a bird to the capital city, to King Eric. He’s offered assistance, and insisted that these are not his. As far as the slaves, he reported he shut down the slave trade three weeks ago, and has seen no influx of illegal activity. In other words, the slaves aren’t being sold in the human realm.”

“Then… just where are the slaves going?” You ponder out loud. “Who would possibly need to enslave nearly 50,000 demi-human women.”

This is only any estimate. Based on your best guess, the entirety of the demi-human realm was made of a couple million demi-humans. That number is probably half that now, with as many as 50,000 women in collars and chains being taken god knew where.

A horn blasted, causing you to walk up to the wall of the city and glance out. A massive slaver army has grown outside the walls of this city. Your army is currently garrisoned inside the city, so you are relatively safe. Even if you can’t summon food as much as you wanted to or leave with the flick of a finger, the harpy forces could easily fly over and bring in supplies. Basically, unless they attack you full force, they are only wasting their time.

“What are they doing?” Grimhilde asks suspiciously.

It was then that you notice a cloaked riding heading out from the army. You curiously watch as they are followed by several other soldiers, including two slaves with bags over their heads. When the group reaches a visible distance just out of arrow reach, the main person steps up and pulls back their hood.

“Hello, thief. Remember me?” The woman who threw off her cloak shouts.

“Nope… not even a little!”

“Hah… well, my face has changed since then. After all, I wear so many faces.”

“…”

“Recognize me now?”

“Ma’am… I have no clue who you are.”

“Tsk… I forgot how much you pissed me off. To think you would steal my sisters. Even Gothel is whoring it with you. Before, I fled, but now, I come to end this. Give me my sisters back, immediately.”

“Wait… are you Tremaine?”

“You bastard! You know I’m Cruella! I’m Cruella, I said it twice!”

“Hey, that’s my line!” Maleficent cries out, “She’s definitely Cruella, only Cruella would shamelessly copy others so easily.

“Hahaha!” Cruella laughed, her body shimmering until she suddenly warped her appearance into someone new.

Your eyes widen and you nearly spit blood at the woman standing before you. She is definitely someone you recognize.

“Who is she now?” Grimhilde looks on in confusion. “Some old lady…”

“You bitch!” You curse, flicking her off.

“Hahaha… is that the proper way to talk to your mommy?”

That’s right, her current form is that of your mother. You have no clue how she found out, but she knew what your mother looks like and she turned into the last memory you had of her. Then she, pulls open the cloak, immediately exposing herself. Dressed in nothing but skimpy lingerie is your mother, making lewd gestures with a naughty grin on her face in front of two massive armies.

“Cruella… you bitch… you’re not going to get to me this time!”

“Oh yeah?” Your mom’s face smirks evilly, “We’re just getting started. Guards!”

The two other guards get down, dragging two slave girls forward before shoving them down on their knees. The girls seem to have sexy bodies, at least it was better to look at them than your mother in lingerie next to them. They have outfits a bit like Leia’s slave outfit, except somehow much skimpier.

“Behold, thief, for my next stunt, I’ll need two guests. You may recognize them…” The guards pull off the hoods of the two slaves, and this time you collapse, gripping on to the edge of the wall as you stare fervently at the women on the field.

“Father!” Two girl’s shout, tears falling down their eyes.

Cruella’s two slaves are Anna and Elsa!

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“Wh-what’s going on here?” You ask hesitantly.

In front of you is your army which has been brought over from Gothel’s country and is assembled here. You have the harpy forces flying overhead. The main army is composed of goblins, demons, and sex dolls. The dragons are in the back, seemingly as backup support. Then you have the archer dark elves, all a month pregnant with just the slightest hint of the formation of baby bellies.

“After battling through Gothel’s forces, the units have formed together into a battle-hardened unit.” Snow White explained.

“Every soldier here is the most trusted and loyal members of your army. They will gladly put their lives on the line and die for you, Owner.” Rapunzel added.

“No, no, no… what I mean to say is… why are they all women!”

Rows and rows of armored women stand before you, a massive army. Every single girl is an immaculate beauty. Even the goblins, who you were pretty sure were men once, are now rows and rows of women.

“Ah…” Snow White scratches her neck. “How do I say this? During our campaign against Gothel, to reach you in time, some sacrifices had to be made. We asked Wendy for some guidance… and the next thing you know… all the men are dead!”

“Wendy!” You growl.

“It was a choice we all decided on.” Grimhilde touches your arm gently. “We felt that since my love was the reason we needed to attack Gothel so recklessly, that he’d never forgive himself if he lead to the death of many women. The men were happy to volunteer to save the women.”

“…”

“Tsk… it’s proper for men to die in a woman’s name anyway. That’s true equality!” Wendy declares.

“Tentacle rape.” You snap your fingers, causing vines to immediately erupt from the ground and rip off Wendy’s clothing as they wrap around her.

“You may rape me, but you can’t rape the trut- Glluuurrrgggg…” her words were silenced as a tentacle dick shoves down her throat.

Completely bound, she collapses to the ground, wrapped completely in tentacles that squeeze and penetrate every orifice. Rather than scared or crying, she has a rather lewd look on her face suggesting she prefers it this way.

You sigh as you ignore the writhing horny pregnant dark elf. “What about the goblins? I thought female goblins are rare?”

“Ah… that…” Snow White looked away with a blush. “It turns out, all the goblins you had the sex dolls gestating came out female. It must have been something about how you magically created these dolls. You could call this army the second generation. Most of these ladies are only a month old, but fortunately, a month is all that’s needed for a goblin to reach sexual maturity!”

“That means the sex doll can no longer get pregnant?” You ask, worried that your army of goblins has come to an end once this batch dies out.

Snow White’s cheeks turned even more yellow with a blush. “That is… you crafted the sex dolls to be adaptable. Once the women out populated the men, the sex dolls began to grow futa dicks. They now impregnate the women goblins.”

“Ah…” Some details were better left not being known.

“So, that explains the goblins, and the harpies were always women anyway. However, did every female dragon die? What of the demons?”

“If I remember correctly, Dragons are a bit like lions. The males stay behind and nest, while the females go out to hunt. In that case, it’d be common for them to send female dragons to war.”

There was a snort and Gothel raised her head from Ursula’s shoulder where she was napping while standing. “After seeing my boyfriend’s preference for female soldiers, I thought it was normal. That’s why I recruited only females for this army. Is that bad?”

“So… this is your army?” Lady asks, walking up to the group of you at the head. “Hmmm… they may be acceptable. I suppose we could use them to bolster our forces.”

“Bolster! My army is five times the size of yours.” Snow White growls. “You’d be defeated easily without our intervention!”

Lady looks away. “That’s as it may, do not forget, we’re merely allowing you to help us defend our tribes.”

“Sure… as long as you don’t forget the proper payment.”

“Payment!” Lady spun. “Why you… isn’t this just humanitarian aid?”

“Hah? Does my army look like it’s made of humans?”

“I’m human!” A single voice shouts, raising their hand.

“Shut up, Carl!” You yell.

“Carl? I thought all of your army was female.”

“Well… all female, and Carl.”

“I’m the last surviving man!” Carl shouted. “I’m surrounded by beautiful female soldiers, I’m living the dream!”

“Damn it, Carl, one more line out of you and you’re out of the army!”

“Lady…” a soldier runs up. “The slavers are making another attack on the capital. If we don’t leave now, the strongest tribe will fall!”

Lady shot a look at you. Rather than seeming worried, you stand there, cleaning your nails, without making any attempt to rally your army.

“D-damn it! You’ll have your reward!” Lady curses. “Help us!”

“Very well… let’s get started.”

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“Lady, the elephant tribe to the south and the antelope tribe to the west have both fallen.” A man in a general’s armor said to a woman looking over a map. “The Platypus tribe is barely holding on by a bill.”

“We demi-human’s really come in all shapes, don’t we?” Lady says, tugging on her long floppy dog ears that resemble that of a basset hound.

“That’s not important right now. We must call for aid if we are to survive the next assault. Already, the humans have brought down half of our forces. The men have been slaughtered, and the women have been turned into slaves.”

“Why are they only taking female slaves?” Lady ponders out loud.

“I don’t know. In the past, they’d collect the men to toil in mines, but from the few slavers we’ve caught, they suggested the orders were women and children only. In fact, men who surrender peacefully are allowed to be released.”

“Seriously?”

“Of course, what man who calls himself a man would allow his women and children to be enslaved? The few who have avoided death this way, we kill ourselves. I will not tolerate cowards!”

“V-very good.” Lady nods, “Although, can we truly afford to throw away more men, even the cowards?”

The general shrugs helplessly. “I have no other options. We have truly reached the end of our rope here. It’s do or die time. The entire demi-human realm is close to complete and utter annihilation.”

“I understand, general.” Lady sighs, looking just as helpless. “Then what tribes yet can we still ask for aid?”

As she asks this, a few people slip into the tent. The tent Lady and the others are gathered in appears to be HQ for the army, a massive tent with a table in the middle and a large map of the area. Several key positions are marked on the map with various pins. As for who slips into the tent, there is a strange man, a young catgirl, an only slightly older looking squirrel girl, and of all things a dark elf.

“Perhaps we can call on the bat tribe. I’ve heard that the proper way to contact them is to shine a light into the sky and-“

Lady interrupted the general by lifting a hand, looking over at the dark elf. “What is your kind doing here? I heard the slavers came to your… resort… a month ago. My scouts say that the dark elf men remain, but all the women were gone. I’m not surprised your men surrendered without fighting back considering how you treat them.”

“Hmph!” The woman snorts, looking down her nose at the dog demi-human leader. “You speak to the Matriarch of the darkelf’s Wendy so casually. If you were a man, I’d have you stripped down and whipped.”

“Ai… but I’m not a man.” Lady responds darkly. “I’m a woman like you… care to call me a sexist bigot as well for not ascribing to your bullshit feminism?”

Wendy snorts even louder. “Of course, you’re just a poor victim brainwashed by the patriarchy… I had hoped the women’s suffrage, where we freed you women of the oppression of men, would have opened your mind-“

“Freed us? You led a slander campaign against men all across the demi-human world, brainwashing our youth into believing your rhetoric and eventually had all of the tribe elders, my father included, disposed. Half of them took their lives from sheer embarrassment. My father still hasn’t recovered from the shame after you smeared him with false rape allegations.”

“An ends to a means…”

“Had more of the elders survived and the realm not been run by inexperienced women who got their jobs through affirmative action, perhaps we wouldn’t be in this state!” Lady shouts angrily, “You… you’re not welcome here, my guards will-“

Slap!

Wendy’s face is suddenly slapped by someone else in the room, causing what Lady was going to say to stop instantly. Wendy falls to the ground, her eyes panting as she rubs her face.

“Shut up, Wendy. I thought you were going to help negotiate with the other demi-humans, but you really are the worst. Go make me a sandwich.”

Wendy glares up hatefully. “You bastard… if you weren’t my baby daddy I’d seriously half ass making that sandwich…”

She continues to grumble as she gets up and walks out the tent.  Meanwhile, Lady’s wide eyes eventually turn to the man who dominated the queen of the feminists with a single strike. You smile and nod with a friendly demeanor.

“Oh? And who are you then?” Lady demands.

“First… the most important question…” You begin. “You freaking have batmen?”

“They’re not really bats.” The general sighs. “They just dress like a bat.”

“S-seriously…”

“They were actually originally the rat tribe, but they wanted to invoke fear in their enemies, so they started dressing like bats. Batmen are basically ratmen with wings.”

“Ah… you don’t say…”

“Enough talk of batmen!” Lady growls. “They’re not the hero we need right now.”

“But they are the hero we deserve.”

“Who are you, stranger, friend of foe?” Lady ignores the general.

“Me? Hmmm… how would I describe me?” You tap your lips. “If batman is the hero you deserve, then I guess I’d be Xian Xia protagonist?”

“You’re going to bang all the beautiful women and act like an arrogant asshole while everyone tells you how great and righteous and noble you are despite objectively being a terrible person?”

“Bingo!”

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