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“Sir…” A pretty waitress with large breasts puts your food down in front of you. “And… um… for the misses?”

She looks figity, twisting her feet uncomfortably in front of you. You give her a clear nod.

“Do it.”

“Ah! Yes! Okay…” The waitress puts a bowl down on the floor.

The bowl contains a salad with dressing, but the bowl holding it is undoubtedly a bowl designed with a wide base so that it can’t easily be tipped over. Essentially, it’s a dog bowl.

“Ah? My Food?” The flustered Tiana asks.

The distressed waitress looks at you as you nod again before she looks back at Tiana “Bitches eat on the floor.”

Ah!” Tiana’s eyes go down. “I – I see…”

The waitress mouths “I’m sorry” as she immediately flees from the scene, joining several other nosy busybodies watching the current date between you and Tiana. You had just handed Tiana the necklace, and she is still clutching it in her hands. Her hands tighten on the collar until they are nearly red. Her entire body is shaking. That should do it, you finally pushed her to the limit. She’ll explode on you, you’ll punish her, and then things can reach some semblance of normalcy.

“…”

The silence seems to be going on longer than expected. You just want to put her in her place. She’s okay, isn’t she? You look closer, even though her eyes seem to be covered in shadows, you suddenly notice a single tear falling down her cheek. You really didn’t intend to go so far! You mean, you intended to break her, but it is difficult to deal with crying women when that crying isn’t directly caused by your penis.

“D-do you really think I’m some kind of… dog?” her voice is low and unsteady, but she gives nothing away as to how she is feeling so you still aren’t sure exactly what you should do.

“O-o-of course! I mean, technically I had the collar made for Elena’s pet squirrel, but I figured while he was making that one he should make you a collar too!”

“Y-ou… didn’t even make it for me.” Tiana’s head lowers and her shoulders shake.

Ah! Breaking people is truely troublesome. You should just use a spell and make it go away. A single spell and she’ll forget this entire night!

“Hehehehehhehehahahahahah!” Tiana suddenly starts laughing.

“What! Oh, man, I made you lose it didn’t I? You’re not going Yandere like Ariel, are you!?Why am I so unlucky to keep falling for Yandere! It certainly couldn’t be my fault in the slightest!”

“Hahaha! You really think that, right, really?” She asks excitedly, her eyes slightly out of sync and she leaps across the table and grabs you.

“Ah! Oh, Pun, she’s going to stab me! What, think what, stop shaking me!”

“That I’m like Ariel?”

“Huh?” You ask in confusion.

“You said it! You called me a bitch. Ariel’s your top bitch, so you think of me as one of your bitches. To think that a simple commoner would pronounce his undying love and loyalty for me!”

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?”

“You’ve finally accepted me. Of course, I know Ariel’s the best and you could never love me as much as her, but even a small amount of your love is enough.”

“Why do I get a sense we’re not on the same page here!”

“I understand what commoner is saying! You see me like you see Ariel! Since she’s a princess, then you see me as a princess too! You see me as a noble!”

“That’s where this was going?”

“Oh, commoner, you’ve made me the happiest bitch on the planet! Mount me! Mount your bitch over this very table! Fuck me like you fuck your noble girls!”

She swipes the plates of the table and bends over on it.

“Uh… okay.”

Well, this is fine too, isn’t it?

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Woof! Woof!”

“Sir, can you perhaps not plow your bitch in the middle of our restaurant?”

“Shut up, I’m almost finished!” You snap before turning back and slapping an ass covered in red handprints. “Bark, bitch, bark for your cock!”

“Woof! Woof!”

“Very good, sir…” The Maître D’ immediately turns around and walks briskly away with a fluster.

Tiana is now wearing her collar and leash, which you are holding tightly as you thrust into her, bounding her from behind. Her elf ears look strangely like doberman dog ears right now. That’s probably a coincidence.

“I’m going to cum!” You shout.

“Aroooooooooo!”

As you come into Tiana, she gives a howling noise. This really wasn’t how you were planning this night to go, but this is okay too, right?

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My fingers ran across the wall of my room. It didn’t feel right. I lived in a traditional home with dry wall and insulation. The walls felt too cold, too bumpy. My eyes wanted to tell me my hands were resting on dry wall, but the feelings under my fingertips fought the lie. It was rough stone, I knew it.

On that note, I opened the window to my room, and found that screen couldn’t be removed no matter how hard I tried. When I pressed against it with enough force, it stopped against a solid surface as well. I sighed and stepped back. I was stuck here, within an illusion of my own home.

“I should have picked the True Sight.” I muttered under my breath.

I had been so convinced that I was stuck in a dream. It never occurred to me that it was all an illusion. They were dream demons after all. What did illusions have anything to do with that fact. Was it some kind of ironic name, the demons tried to fulfill your dreams so call them dream demons? I wish the books would have just spelled out that fact!

I never got a skill for no reason. The experience I gained while leveling and the behavior I exhibited while I gained that experience altered what skills I’d be offered. However, it was difficult to remember exactly what little actions would dictate what skills came through. Still, I should have been cautious when I saw something related to illusions. I hadn’t experienced an illusion before that I knew, so I should have asked myself why it appeared.

To sum it up, I was trapped here, and it was all my fault. No, I would be trapped in here whether it was an illusion or not. The fact that I could see and feel my nostalgic house could even be called a blessing. It was far more comfortable than any potential cell I was lying in. However, I accepted it wasn’t real.

Was that even a bed I was lying on? Or was it just a stack of hay? As soon as I thought it, suddenly the comfortable bed I had been lying in felt a little itchy. I went to the bathroom. Was there really a toilet here, or at the least some kind of commode? For all I knew, I was just peeing on the floor.

Distance seemed to be manipulated as well. I was pretty sure I was in a single-story jail. My mind must have made up the feeling of going up and down a stairway. Depending on how big the cell was, I could be peeing and then sleeping where I pee. It was an incredibly unsettling thought that only started to make me feel even dirtier.

Therefore, I decided to brave a shower. At least, I’d be standing. The water felt real as it ran down my face, but there was something off about it. I didn’t truly feel clean by the time I had managed to pull myself out of the shower. That could describe the feeling of everything here. I felt incomplete. Everything felt off. I used the new and improved immaculate to clean my body. At the very least, I wouldn’t grow dirty in this cage. At the very least, I could trust my own body. I could… couldn’t I?

I slammed my fist against the wall. Instead of making the thud of a semi-hollow modern wall, it made a lighter thump against rock. It was harder too, and the pain immediately began to pulsate through my hnad.

“Shit!” I cursed as loud as I could, rubbing my hand.

“H-ello…” a voice came out that was dull and distant.

I spun around, looking around for the source of the voice. “Yeah?”

“A-are you-“ I couldn’t make out the rest of the sentence.

I narrowed in to find the sound was coming from the wall. More specifically, there was a voice coming from the outside of the wall of my second story room. Of course, this wasn’t my home. I was in a cell. If that was the case, then this person must be my cell neighbor.

“I’m here! I’m Aria. I-I’m in the cell next to you!”

“You are? You’re truly there? I’m not dreaming?”

The voice seemed to have grown a little stronger, and I could now tell that she was distinctly a female. It wasn’t Min though, although part of me wasn’t surprised by that fact.

“You’re not dreaming, I’m really here! They… um… they just imprisoned me.”

“You… can fight their illusions too?” The voice asked.

“Ah… no, actually…” I scratched my cheek and grimaced once again while thinking about the mistake I had made. “Actually, from my point of view, I’m still in my house. I sort of thought this was all a dream, but when I tried to take charge, I realized things weren’t going my way.”

“You can control dreams?” The woman asked. “I see… so that’s how. My name… is Ava”

“That’s how?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

“Th-the cambions… those monsters. Their magic works in two ways. Dreams to trap you and hallucinations to trick you. They need you to be… awake… to do what they do to you…”

Things were starting to click into place. So, in a way, my dream skills were causing a problem. Illusions could only work so far. I had quickly begun to realize I was in an illusion as soon as things didn’t start to add up. However, if I tied illusions with dreams, leaving someone in a half-asleep state, I could get over issues like the location. Someone who could never leave their house might start to ask questions, but add dreams to that and you could lead people around. They’d think they are living their lives, while they’re really only coherent and awake when the demons are seducing them directly.

“So… I take it you’re the opposite of me then? You can see through their illusions?”

There was a long silence to the point you thought something happened before she responded. “Yes… the things I’ve seen… perhaps you’re the lucky one?”

“Lucky? I can’t even tell what’s real. Are we even sleeping on beds? I’m terrified even to use the restroom because I’m afraid I’ll be stepping in it!”

There was a forced chuckle on the other end, and I forced one out as well. It wasn’t laughter that came from true amusement, but it was something we both needed in this scary and dark situation. The laughter ended quickly and the silence returned. I still left my ear pressed against the wall, terrified to end the conversation and the connection the pair of us had created.

“They are… the beds I mean. They are beds.” The voice suddenly spoke up. “And we have… commodes. They clean them, while we’re asleep.”

“What about showers?” I asked excitedly, suddenly feeling relieved.

“Showers? I don’t know what that is.”

“Ah, I mean… a wash basin, I guess.” I winced, once again realizing that despite the illusion around me, this was still another world.

“Yeah… those bastards… they at least don’t want us filthy as they violate us.” You could hear some of the bitterness in her voice, but you didn’t have an answer for her.

I was already broken by a list of strange skills. Sex had ceased to be something that was put on some kind of pedestal. It had simply become an action. There was nothing special or magical about it. Thus, even the concept of rape started to become an abstract idea. Being forced to do something against your will was never a good thing, but I lacked the capacity to glorify sex. I was already being imprisoned against my will. My freedom was being restricted. Choosing a sexual partner or no longer having sex on my terms was no more terrifying than no longer being able to go outside on my terms. Being raped was no different to me than being imprisoned.

As a result, I found myself horribly inept at offering comfort and empathy with the woman on the other side of the wall, who had begun to weep. She had likely been at the mercy of the cambions far longer than I had. They had come into her cell and forced themselves on her. Ava began to talk about her experience. She had been abducted when she had gotten lost on some kind of an expedition. She had been there for two months. As I listened to Ava tell her story in between sobs, she explained how they tried to come for her in her dreams. They would lie, trick, and manipulate her.

The first few times, she fell for it easily, but when the moment of harvesting began, they had to wake her, and she would see them and start to fight. However, she was powerless to resist them. It was no wonder she had begun to see the people here as monsters. Her voice was filled with disgust and revolution. I guess even people as attractive as the cambions would be seen with disgust at the acts they performed.

That’s when I came to a horrifying revelation. Even as she gave the details with a voice laced in disgust, I couldn’t feel the same disgust in my heart. The man who had entered my cage I had given myself to willingly. He had been gentle and kind. I had come to this location in the first place to try to learn from them because I saw a comradery in our abilities. I used sex as a means of survival. I had manipulated. I had lied. I had even killed. The cambion’s were a race of demons or demi-humans that literally needed sex to survive. They had done nothing I hadn’t done myself.

Yet, because it was sex, the cambions were treated like monsters, even by their demon brothers. They were feared and hated while others like the vampires who sucked blood were excused. Even humans lived by killing and eating the flesh of other living beings. That could hardly be called a good thing, and yet no one found humans to be evil. Yet sex… that was the limit. That was the point that seemed to break all people, humans, demons, and demi-humans alike.

Rape was such a hated thing in this world that the humans intrinsically hated the demons, who were created by profane human/monster copulations through rape. The demons, in turn, hated the cambions… at least enough that they had banished them to the edges of their territory and spoke of them as scary stories.

Would they come to hate me in the same way?

The event in the village had come to mind. I slept around with a few men, and the village was ready to burn me at the stake. My powers weren’t respected. They weren’t revered. They were feared. The humans hated me, and it wasn’t likely that the demons would like me anymore.

No, rather, I remembered the face of that Kappa as he killed himself just so that I didn’t gain a little bit of control. He hated the idea of loving me, or me forcing him to feel something unnaturally, so much that he’d rather die. At the time, I had been too shocked to truly process it. But now, I couldn’t stop thinking about the scene over and over again.

I had wanted control, but I lived in a violent and wild world that refused that control. It hated that control. My lies, my manipulation, the love I could give… this was a world that rejected it completely. It rejected me completely. I was just like these cambions. Another monster to the people of this world.

“A-are you still there?” the voice asked nervously through the wall.

Would this woman hate me too if she knew? Probably… I thought bitterly.

She had finally drifted off from her story as I had stayed quiet.

“Yeah…” I responded, having to rework the moisture in my mouth with my tongue.

“The cambions, they’re fake. Don’t believe a thing they say.” She said, her voice trembling.

I turned away, shaking my head. Rather than coming away from the conversation feeling pity for her and hatred for the cambions as one might expect, my emotions were much more complex.

The doorbell rang. I stood up and walked down the stairs, opening the front door. He was standing there, the man I had enjoyed the previous morning with, if it happened to be morning when I had woken up. I realized I didn’t hate this man, and I wasn’t afraid of him in the slightest.

“C-can I come in?” He asked, still seeming nervous, even though the gig was up around his motives and identity.

I grabbed the man and pull him in. Remarkably, there appeared to be no bars blocking us. Perhaps he had already gotten into my cell before ringing the bell. I didn’t really know the linguistics of this illusion. I also didn’t care.

“Aria, I…”

I pulled him towards me and immediately kissed him on the lips, pulling his warm body against mine as I hugged him tightly.

I never should have come to this world. My presence was a mistake, of that I’m sure. However, the cambions, these so-called monsters, they were like me. Who cared if they lied, manipulated, and cheated. So did humans. These guys just happened to focus more on sex. So, did I. Even in this cell, a realization started to come over me. These people… they were my people.

Even if this life was an illusion, even if this world was a lie, it was better than reality.

I pulled my lips away from his as he gasped for breath. “I’m home.”

The man had a confused look on his face, but he still smiled wryly and responded. “Welcome home.”

I took him to my bed and we collapsed in each other’s arms.

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“So, Mulan, you ready for your date?”

“As much as this great dragon would love to spend some time with Master, are you perhaps not skipping a person on the list?”

“Huh? No… I’m following the list to a T. Merida, Cinderella, Aurora, Elena, Jasmine, then some piece of trash is written here we’ll ignore, Mulan followed by Pocahontas.”

“It’s that one, the piece of trash one…”

“Hah, Hah, Hah.”

“Huh? What? That’s just a smudge.”

“I’m standing right here, commoner, but it seems clear you have to continue to be cruel to me.” Tiana whines, although even as she whines her face is flushed and she’s breathing hard.

“You can’t be cruel to a pile of shit, right? Shit is just shit. Until you step on it. Then you wipe it off on the curb by scrapping the bottom of your shoe on the edge and…”

“Please… I can’t take those disgusted eyes any longer, commoner!” Tiana is shivering, but she has a smile on her face.

“Master, may I ask a question.” Mulan is wearing a complicated face.

“Yes, my sweet dumpling, what is it?” You ask gently, patting her head.

“Is the difference in master’s treatment between harem members perhaps a little too extreme?”

“What are you talking about? I like to think I treat you, Ariel, Aurora, Merida, and the rest of the harem who matter with even care and consideration.”

“That’s just it! What about the harem who doesn’t matter?” Mulan declares.

“You said it…”

“I’m still here, hah, hah, hah… this play is too extreme.” Tiana is on all fours with a disgusting look on her face as she pants.

“Fine. What does… Tiana… want?” You ask deliberately, glaring down at the girl.

“Me? Commoner is asking me what I’d like?” Tiana immediately bounces back to her feet, her nose back in the air as if she wasn’t just panting on the floor.

You sigh. “Yes… you, what is it that you want?”

“I want to go out to dinner and the theatre. Even a commoner should be able to afford that much.”

With your fist clinched, you resist the urge to lay out a woman. Of course, Tiana’s snooty behavior initially put you off, so you decided to treat her badly. Then, she developed that bad personality unexpectedly. Thus, you had decided to escalate the abusive treatment. If you ignored and neglected her enough, she’d eventually crack, go crying to Sebastian, and then you could work on setting her straight.

However, she never cracked. Rather, she remained just as snooty as the first day you met her, and rather than being dejected by you treating her like garbage, she’s managed to turn it into some kind of sexual game.  Ignoring her and treating her like trash didn’t seem to be working.

Thus, perhaps a new strategy is in order? You’d treat Tiana exactly how she deserved to be treated.

So, you found yourself on a date at a restaurant. You took her to a nice place. Nothing is too good for Tiana! That way, when you crush her, it’ll be all the more merciless. Speaking of which…

“I got something for you.” You say, casually pulling out a small wrapped present.

Tiana’s eyes widen as she eagerly opens up her present. What she ends up pulling out is a leather belt. However, the belt was far too small to fit around her waist. It also had a tag on it with her name, Tiana, spelled in gold letters.

“Th-th-this is…”

“Ah, it’s a dog collar.”

“Wh-wh-wha-“ Tiana looks up at you with tears in her eyes.

You put a leash down on the table. “A pet shouldn’t be allowed out of the house without a collar and leash. It’s the new law in Riun.”

What? This is perfectly fair treatment!

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“Ooo, can I get this? And this? And this?” Jasmine is running around in a summer dress, picking out various shopping items.

You are now carrying all the items she wants, many of which seem to be various things for the kitchen.

“Isn’t this Sebastian’s job?” You grumble through the pile of stuff now covering your vision.

“Isn’t it nicer to do this with Savior?” Jasmine asks, peaking up at you from a crack in the stuff you’re holding and wearing a golden smile as she twirls in the dress.

It’s very cute, and your heart throbs at her innocent like display of happiness.  After you buy the stuff it disappears into a storage ring immediately and you pat off your hands and sigh. You continue to watch Jasmine run around, looking at things excitedly and pointing. Jasmine’s wish seems to be one of the simplest. She wants to walk around town and buy a couple goods, just as she had said she did when this whole dating thing started.

Of course, for Jasmine, who had been bedridden and poor for most of her life, even being able to walk down the street could be called a miracle. Add to that the money to afford anything she wants, and this shopping day was one of the most exciting things she ever got to do. She is an attractive catgirl, who in six years, would be a very respectable woman much like her older sister. Right now, her charm factor is undeniable, as everyone who looks at her can’t help but smile. Suddenly, she comes running back up to you and tugs on your shirt.

“The creepy woman is doing it again.”

“Just ignore her.” You say as a strangely attractive woman walks up to you while sporting a clearly fake mustache.

“Ho, ho, ho… little girl, you don’t need to be frightened of me. Is this sexual deviant bothering you?”

“You’re bothering me!” Jasmine cries, half hiding behind you. “She just called you a sexual deviant, are you going to take that?”

“I apologize for nothing.”

“He admits it!”

“Ho, Ho, Ho, Why don’t you come with me, I’ll bring you somewhere safe away from this creepy stalker!” The mustached woman declares.

“Who’s the stalker now? You’re the one who has been following us the whole day!”

“Wh-what are you talking about? This is the first time we’ve ever met!”

“You were the girl who sold us icecream earlier and asked her if I touched her in any inappropriate places!”

“And later, you were wearing a wig and gave me a balloon and said pop it if I needed to be rescued!” Jasmine added.

“And after that, you wore a fake nose and said that you were watching me, always watching me and then hid in a bush and watched us while she shopped for a swimsuit.”

“D-don’t act like you didn’t want her to pose in a skimpy two piece swim suit and do poses like this and that.” The girl openly declares while pointing at you accusingly.

“I tried to make him look at me but he was too busy drooling while Snow White and Kida mud-wrestled in the town square!”

“You’re not helping!” You cry out at Jasmine. “Besides, that was really hot… I mean weird, right? Like why were they doing that?”

“Oh, I’m sure it’ll show up in a random side story just as soon as someone donates another $10 to Patreon.” Jasmine responds.

“Asking for money right in the middle of a conversation, what do you think this is, a video game?”

“In fact, let’s have them pay for a random chapter and they won’t know what they get until it’s released!”

“You’ve already grown to loot crates? Wait, isn’t that what we’re doing now! Readers give money on Patreon hoping we do sexy times that match their fetish, but instead end up with a silly 4^th wall breaking chapter that fails to arose anyone? Oh, Pun, we’ve been blue ball lootcrating the readers from the beginning!”

“Quick, Savior, do something erotic. Here, I’ll pull up my dress and show my panties!”

“Ah ha!” The woman shouts, ripping off her mustache, “Finally, you’re under arres-“

“No time for that Jasmine!” You reach out and grab the suspicious woman’s clothing, tearing it away in a single swipe, revealing the naked body underneath. She has nice, rich, D-sized breasts. She has a distinctly Polynesian appearance, silky smooth brown hair, a tight butt, and light brown skin. A perfectly trimmed landing patch makes an arrow that pointes temptingly at her snatch. Even if she’s a virgin, she has the body of a woman screaming she’s reading for dick.

“Wh-“ Her eyes widen as she suddenly realizes she is in the middle of town, butt naked. “Aaaaaaaah!”

“Ooo, nice. I didn’t realize I had made any other girls this attractive in the city. She’s as good as any of my woman in the harem.”

“You bastard! To do this to law enforcement. If I wasn’t of consenting age I’d arrest you!”

“Law enforcement?” Jasmine asks.

“Arrest? Consenting Age?”

“Mark my words! I’m Moana Rodriguez, LPD. I won’t rest until all tinys in the world are safe!”

“Oh…” You snap. “She must be one of those tiny perverts!”

Jasmine nods in agreement.

Moana looks like she’s about to cry. “I’m not a tiny pervert, I’m protecting the tinys from the likes of you!”

“It’s sad really, and she’s cute too. But I don’t want some creepy pedophile in my harem.”

“Cu-cute!” The blush fades quickly when she registers the second part. “Yo-ou… I’ll be back! Don’t think you can win one over on Moana Rodriguez!”

Moana turns tail and runs away, trying to cover herself as she races through the groups of people.

“First a naked squirrel girl, then a naked catgirl, then mud wrestling, and now a naked islander? Man, I love this city!” Someone shouts in the distance.

“Jasmine…”

“Hm?”

“Do… you think this city I built and rule is starting to get a bad reputation?”

“…”

“Yeah… it’s better not to think about it.”

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“Did you ever think that maybe we are getting too old for this shit?” Philip asks, placing a hot cup of coffee down on the table.

Moana picks up the cup and breathes in the sweet scent of French-pressed beans while sighing. “We’re doing good work, Philip. If we didn’t stop these freaks, who would?”

“I suppose so… it just feels like a battle we’re losing.”

“We can’t lose. For all of the little girls in the world, we can’t lose.” Moana’s grip tightens on the glass and she takes a gulp. “So, what’s this new case the boss wants us on.”

“It’s a world created by Pun, allegedly.”

“Pun, that bastard. We’re having another run in with him?”

“Easy, Moana. That’s the thing, I don’t think Pun’s responsible for this one. It’s happening on his turf, the so-called MSB, but it seems like a new guy is calling the shots.”

“New guy?”

“They call him… Whizzer.”

“Whizzer? Like he’s pissing himself?”

“I guess it’s the name of a nostalgic Roller Coaster at Six Flags – Great America. It’s a coaster where an adult can ride with a child sitting in his lap.”

“That sick fuck.”

“I thought you’d appreciate the implications of that one.”

“So, what has this ringmaster done?”

“He puts you in the roll of the main character.”

“Me?”

“Well, a royal you, the guy actually committing these crimes seems to be someone called “the reader”, although he goes by many names. Darling, Boss, Master, even… tiny-pervert. He is the one who actually carrying out these profane acts.”

“What kind of acts we talking about here?”

“A great deal of rape, actually.”

“Damn it, Philip, you know our division doesn’t work on rapes! Tell me what he’s done that fits in our jurisdiction!”

“Well, many of the girls are sixteen years old.”

“Alright, we can work with that, possibly. Does he live in California?”

“No… the state he lives in, age of consent is sixteen. Plus the age of consent within this world is sixteen as well.”

“Fuck! Are any of the girls younger than that?”

“Oh, yes, quite a few are younger than sixteen in appearance.”

“Hehe… those bastards can’t help but go younger…” Moana chuckles, but then hears the last part. “Wait, what do you mean, appearance?”

“For example, one girl resembles a 12 year old but is over one hundred years old.”

“The so-called tiny-baba. That’s how they all do it these days.” Moana grinds her teeth. “Those conniving bastards.”

“However, she’s implied to be young… f-for a dragon. Underaged even.” Philip adds eagerly.

Moana is already shaking her head. “For a dragon? Come on Philip, you know we can’t make those charges stick. This guys a slippery one. Are there any others?”

“A 16-year-old catgirl who looks 14.”

“What the fuck is ‘looks 14’? These fucking perverts. Pass.”

“Here’s a possible one. He raped her even as she claimed herself to be underage.”

“Well… is she?” Moana leans forward.

“It’s unclear.” Philip sighs. “It’s heavily implied she’s older, even though she does all of the underaged things…”

“How heavily implied?”

“Confirmed by her sister.”

“Fuck, Philip. If it isn’t statutory, it isn’t my problem. Why even bring out this case file?” Moana threw up her hands. “Do you have anything I can use?”

“There is one. She’s a ten-year-old. Catgirl. Looks eight. Confirmed age.”

“Yeah? You should start with that one! Damn it!”

“Sorry…” Philip lowers his head and then sighs. “The thing is, he hasn’t touched her yet.”

“Nothing?”

“He pats her head. She cooks for him. Oh, here, she’s been naked a few times!”

“Naked!”

The Philip reads on and sighs, “But it’s her doing and he ultimately sidesteps or ignores her.”

“Come on, Philip, there has to be something we can peg on him.”

“Well, she’s seen him fornicate with the other women.”

“Just looking! I can’t make an arrest with just looking, or every parent who’s had a kid peak while they’re having sex would be arrested.”

Philip became flustered. “B-but… she’s asked for sex numerous times! The so-called “readers” are even pressuring him for a sex scene involving her. I-in fact, they’ll be going on a date right this moment!”

“A date! An adult man going on a date with a child?”

“Yes, yes!”

Moana’s eyes narrow and she stands up, walking over to a poster on the wall while taking a sip of her coffee.

“Keep a close eye on him. Prepare for a raid, but keep it yellow alert. This might just be the most nefarious pedo we’ve ever come across. The LPD isn’t going to let this one escape, I swear it.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Philip bows and runs out to give the orders.

Meanwhile, Moana pulls out her badge. The words “Tiny Police Department” are written across a shield with a little girl in a summer dress and an x marked over her. Moana then looks up at the poster, a resolved look forming on her face. It’s a picture of man sitting there in a suit. The words under it spell, “Chris Hansen”.

“We won’t let this sick fuck get away with it, I swear it Chris. One of these days, he’s going to pop, and when he does, we’re coming for him.”

You sneeze.

“Ah? Savior, you getting sick? I can make you some hot soup?”

“No, I came to take you on your date while the squirrel girl and your sister take a long nap.”

“And sex afterwards?”

“Denied!”

“I’ll get you one of these days, Savior…” Jasmine mutters while pushing her fingers together.

And it seems like she isn’t the only one out for you.  Although you don’t realize it, on that particular day the claws tighten a little more around the local jailbait.

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“So… Elena… this is really how we’re going to spend our date?”

“Shh… You’ll scare her away sweetheart.”

The pair of you are waiting in a bush as an elaborate trap, basically a box, a stick, and pull string, is placed in the park. After hearing about a certain squirrel girl who was running around naked in the park, scaring the residents of Riun, it got out among your harem what happened during your date with Aurora.

“How could you just abandon her out there.” Megara had chided with tears in her eyes upon bursting in your room with a bunch of the other girls.

You pull your dick out of Aurora, who was on her side in a pregnancy safe position. Fortunately, you had just cum in her, and Aurora herself had enjoy many healthy female ejaculations.

“Well, she was really fast and I didn’t care that much.” You respond.

“Really? I thought my love would be happy to indoctrinate her into his harem.”

“Ok, you know what, first thing, indoctrinate? What the hell kind of show do you think I’m running. Second, she’s a fucking squirrel. Not a demi-human, a literal squirrel, with the exact intelligence of a squirrel.”

“You could always just give her a better mind.”

“Yeah? And then what? She’d be basically a sex doll, not any more interesting then all of those automatons down in the basement fucking the goblins. Face it, she’s either a squirrel, in which case, I’d just be a squirrel fucker, or she’s just some personality I made up, in which case, I’d just be fucking myself.”

“Sweetheart! We can’t just let her out there. She’s all alone. Naked and scared.”

“Ah! Elena! Why are you crying?”

“It’s just… I remember what it’s like, a demi-human, on the streets, just trying to survive…” She bawls, looking at you pleadingly.

“She’s literally just a squirrel…”

However, Elena uses the date card and now you had to find the squirrel girl. Elena insistesthat she would take good care of the squirrel, so you don’t see anything wrong with helping her in this way. Oh, you could just summon the squirrel girl instantly with a spell, but where’s the fun in that. It is cuter watching Elena give it her all. Plus, she is on all fours right now, her butt sticking out the back of a bush. As she watches the trap, her tail lashes back and forth across her tight buttocks. It’s very erotic.

Except, that appearance, her eyes focused, her tail lashing, it reminds you of something else. It reminds you of a cat hunting. Not a cat playing, but a cat looking at birds. Wait, did she just mew! You swear she just mewed!

“Uh, Elena, we are planning on saving the squirrel girl, right? Not eating her?”

“Huh? Ah, yeah.” She wipes her mouth.

Maybe trying to catch the squirrel is a bad decision in this particular case. Perhaps, if you distract Elena, you can get her to stop her predatory nature. Of course, you only know one way to tame a pussy. That was, of course, by the pussy.

You give her the ol’ Donald Trump, sliding your hand down her pants and grabbing her pussy. Rather than resisting or getting upset, she arches her back like you are giving her scratches, sticking her butt up higher and giving your hand an easier access to her snatch. You slide two fingers in and out of her, steadily fingering the pussy from behind, even while the two of you are crouched in the middle of a public park. Well, it’s not like you aren’t hidden behind a bush.

Well, right behind you was the playground area, and there are dozens of kids playing, but they wouldn’t even know what they were looking at if they happened to look this way. Oh, one of them is pointing at you, that doesn’t mean anything. His mother came up. Now, she’s covering his eyes. She just sent him off to play somewhere in the distance! Wait, now she’s watching you. Did her hand just go down her skirt! What is she, a voyeur!

Every woman in the city is now incredibly hot, this MILF woman is no exception, but did you break their brains when you made them hot? Or perhaps, you turned their hormones up to a million. In fact, you seem to remember a report that the pregnancy rate in the city tripled after you changed the women. You had assumed this was because the woman were hotter, thus men hit on them more. Maybe, instead… had you perhaps created an entire city of Ariels?

She’s waving at you now while smiling and touching herself!

You turn back to Elena, who you are now fingering quite aggressively in spite of the audience. You manage to remove her undergarments and it’s now her bare ass wet with lust and a tail lashing around excitedly. Her body is shaking from head to toe, and you can hear a low purring sound coming from her entire body. Basically, she’s vibrating.

“Ah, she came!” Elena suddenly declares, pointing at a naked squirrel girl cautiously heading towards the box.

“I’m cumming too!” the MILF woman in the distance moans.

However, instead of using the box trap, Elena’s predator instincts take over and she leaps out from the bush, you fingers falling out of her snatch as she rushes forward.

“Squeak!” one girl shouts when she sees the other girl barreling down on her.

“Meow!” cries Elena as she jumps at the squirrel.

The squirrel takes off, narrowly dodging Elena’s extended claws.

“Elena! Get a hold of yourself!” You cry out to no avail.

Elena has already gone completely feral. Now you have two demihumans running around the park naked. A demi-human cat girl with a bare ass and a demi-human squirrel without a single article of clothing are running up and down the park while the kids noisily point in wonderment.

“Thanks for the show, my lord.” The woman said, finally pulling her hand from her skirt with a pleased smile.

“Hey, you want a suck my cock?”

“Oh, you flatter me, my lord, but I don’t have the right. That’s for your harem to do. This old Grandma couldn’t keep up anyway.

“Grandma!”

“Ai, my lord, I turned 92 last week. Was on my deathbed until you fixed me up like all the other women. Saved my life, you did, my lord” She looked like a vivacious woman in her late twenties, but now that she mentioned it you could see some age and experience in her eyes. “You have my loyalty, and most of the women of this city, I swear it, but we all know who your top bitches are.”

She gives one last wink before turning away. You find yourself admiring her tight ass as she hobbles off to watch her grandchildren in the distance who were now ogling the naked women running around the park.

You take a deep breath, stretch, and give a sigh. Then you start to run yourself. You had some pussy to catch.

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I rolled over onto my hands and knees, sticking my butt up in the air and wagging it in a provocative manner. Fortunately, the man I had created knew his place properly and quickly got on his knees. I wasn’t wearing any pants, so he quickly pulled my cotton panties over my rump and down to my knees, exposing my glistening pussy. I arched my back to give him proper access to the goods.

He didn’t pull down his pants or anything. He just pulled out his cock from the top. It was soft, but he only needed to rub his soft head against my wet clit a few seconds before I could feel it hardening against my womanhood. I gave a pleased moan.

“Mmm… stick it in.” I purred.

He didn’t need the provocation, as it slid in a second later. He went slowly at first. His cock was still somewhat soft inside me. I could feel it straightening, hardening, and growing inside me as his own excitement swelled alongside his member. His hands gently traced over my butt and found a grip on my love handles.

His hands were very soft and smooth to the touch. Unlike the adventurers who had grown up with swords in their hands or villagers who had grown up handling farm tools, he lacked the callous and scars that accumulated even in the younger men. It proved to me that this was a fantasy I concocted. The other evidence was that his dick was quite large. Well, it was in the 8-inch range. Despite popular belief, when you wanted good sex, bigger wasn’t better.

Now, a larger size didn’t hurt, especially with a standard guy who didn’t know what the heck he was doing. However, once the size reached a certain point, the pleasure wasn’t always worth the damage it did after. A bruised cervix, some tearing, temporary incontinence… a monster cock sounded fun until you were feeling sick to your stomach for two days after.

Fortunately, this guy was just the right size to fill me up without tearing me apart. He began to slide his wood in and out of me, picking up the pace as his cock finally reached its full erection. The act only took about fifteen seconds, but the feeling of his cock slowly stretching inside my pussy while he tried to push it deeper and deeper was very euphoric.

It was in my nature to enjoy sex, or perhaps that was just the Enchantress in me trying to make justifications for enjoying this. In the back of my mind, I reminded myself I needed to focus on what was important. I was unconscious. Min was possibly in trouble. I fell into a vivid dream and I needed to level to get out of it quickly. I used my knees and pushed back with my butt, timing my movements with the man thrusting behind me.

The noises of sex grew louder as his dick thrust into me in a very satisfying way. He was getting very deep, my wet pussy permitting his dick to pierce my insides quickly. His balls were slapping against my clit and he had a tight grip on my hips, riding my ass for all he was worth.

“Ah, fuck… harder, fuck me harder.” I begged.

He was fucking me hard enough, but I goaded him anyway. The sooner he came, the sooner I could collect his experience. Once he did cum, could I just make him vanish? Then a new guy would knock on my door and I could start the whole scenario again? That seemed to be the best situation. A small part of me was afraid to try to change things too much, like making a congo line of men or more than one guy at a time. If it was too easy, I wouldn’t get experience, and if I accidentally made it too brutal, I could put myself in a hard place.

“Oh, gods…” The man let out a moan as he went.

“Oh, gods, fuck yeah,” I added.

It probably would sound silly in normal conversation, but as his balls slapped against my pussy and the loud wet thrusting sounds filled the air of the room while the pair of us grunted and moaned, there was no discomfort or embarrassment allowed. It was all about the pleasure. It was about the sex. His penis thrusting into my pussy. Out of context, the words we said might be silly, and the scrunched up expression on my face as pulses of pleasure shot through my abdomen might be comical, but at this moment it was nothing but erotic. He wanted to see my eyes shut tightly, my mouth opened slackly, my hands tightly gripped on the pillow in front of me. He wanted to see my toes curling in sexual excitement. He wanted to see what his dick was doing to me.

“Ride me, ride my ass!” I shouted back at him as I gyrated my hips, causing his dick to squirm around my pussy.

I had gotten past the fact that this was my family home. Shouting in my parent’s house for someone to ride my ass could be mortifying. Now, I just wanted him to do it. Harder and harder. I wanted this strange man to cum inside me. I wanted his seed. I wanted more of him. I wanted his sex. I wanted…

It was at that point that I could feel something else. It felt like a slight tugging deep inside me. Each time his dick slid out of me, it felt like something deep inside of me was being tugged out. His dick wasn’t catching on anything, I was far too horny and wet for that, yet something felt like it was being taken. It was the slightest kind of loss. As soon as I noticed it happening, I realized that I didn’t like it. It felt like my own arousal was being drained, like each time his dick pulled out, the sex became a little greyer.

At the same time, he seemed to become revitalized, his hips thrusting with an endurance beyond imagination. His hips kept going, and he kept plowing into me hard longer and more enthusiastically than most of the men I had enjoyed in the past. Was this the hard part of the dream? Was this the challenge? I felt like this man was taking my own sexual energy and making it his own. Well, he was me, so it made sense, but it felt like he was using my own seductress powers against me.

Each time I came, I felt a little weaker. It wasn’t a bad feeling. It was actually very sexually gratifying. Perhaps, that was the odd part. I rarely felt sexually satisfied to point of relaxation since becoming a Seductress. Had I changed? Was an Enchantress really that different?

As sexual fluids leaked down my legs, I felt like finishing up, like cuddling, like going into a sexual coma. This might have been how I felt in my old life after I enjoyed a particularly energetic guy and we spent a few hours going at it. When we were done, I’d run to the bathroom and clean up. We’d lie together naked and kiss and get a pizza and fall asleep watching TV. In the morning, he’d be gone as often as not.

Since I’d become a Seductress, it wasn’t like I couldn’t gain sexual release and satisfaction, but I never felt like I couldn’t go again. I liked being covered in sex. I liked being dirty, and wet, and sticky. I liked to go again, and again, and again. I’d fuck right until I collapsed unconscious, and I had on multiple occasions.

This wasn’t an awful feeling, but for the person, I’d become in this world, it felt wrong. It felt like I was giving up. It felt like I was losing control. Control was one thing I swore I’d never lose again. My hands tightened on the pillows once again and my teeth gritted. I wasn’t having another orgasm, instead, I was strengthening my resolve. I immediately began to pull back.

I couldn’t exactly explain what I did. As he thrust into me, I pulled on him, bringing his essence into me. He went deeper in me than I ever thought possible. I let out a surprised gasp and his thrusting faltered for a second, but then he cautiously started to continue, and I pulled more lightly once again. His dick didn’t slide any deeper inside me, but each time his dick reached its apex, when I pulled, I felt something warm reach deep inside, moving up into my belly. When he pulled out, it pulled something out of me once again. However, I took it back as soon as he slid it back in. It became a tug-a-war, where our sexual organs pulled at each other. Although his thrusts weren’t lengthier, the tugging made them feel that way. He pulled out longer, and pushed in farther the more we pulled at each other, creating a subtle feeling that his dick was longer than anything I could imagine.

When he slid in, it felt like his dick slid in for eternity, reaching every part of my body, and when it slid out, it felt like it pulled my whole body out with him. Our insides, our essences, they began to mingle. What he took from me, I took back, but what I took back wasn’t the same as what I lost. It was mixed with him. I could feel his excitement deep inside me, he could feel my sexual lust deep inside him. Our bodies began to move as one. The pushing, the pulling, we worked in rhythm, our very essences mixing together, circulating, exchanging.

“AH, ah, ah, ah! Fuuuuuuck!” I screamed out, feeling a sexual peak I had never experienced before.

It was a level of intimacy beyond belief. I could feel him inside me. I could feel him feeling himself inside me. I could feel him feeling me feeling him. It went on into infinity, an infinite loop of sexual gratification. When he finally exploded inside of me, I came hard and long. My pussy contracted so hard that it forced his dick and a good amount of his cum out. He hadn’t finished cumming and the last few gobs ended up hitting my butt and thighs, but I couldn’t care less. My own pussy continued to spasm in sexual satisfaction. I collapsed onto my bed, turning to look up at him. My eyes were slightly glossy, my hand held my clit as my pussy continued to spasm uncontrollably, recoiling from the extreme sexual pleasure I had just endured.

He was looking at me wide-eyed, his expression confused, shocked, but also as sexually satisfied as my own. In another day, as a seductress, I would have tossed him a flirty smile, gotten on all fours, and sucked the juices off his softening cock, now half the size it had sported when it was thrusting into me. However, I just didn’t have it in me. No, I didn’t feel like I was being lulled into a sexual coma. Quite the opposite, I felt I had been shoved into a sexual blender. My body was so completely heightened, that each move caused my body to twitch and my pussy to clamp.

{Congratulations!!! You have leveled to Enchantress Lvl 11!}

{All stats increase by one.}

{You have one skill point.}

Special Skills Available:

{True Sight (Passive): Cannot be affected by visual hallucinations.}

{Dream Walker (Active) Wake up and sleep at will.}

{Mood Ring (Active): Change targets mood and emotional state during sex.}

None of these skills seemed weak to me at the moment. As OP as True Sight seemed, it didn’t really have a point for me. I didn’t plan on visiting traps in dungeons, which I heard often used visual illusions to trick adventurers to their death. Instead, as someone who was using sex to control, Mood Ring would be the best option. Regrettably, I was having a vivid dream right now. I was a little shocked I didn’t wake up just from leveling, but the gods of this world seemed to provide for me with a solution all the same. I selected Dream Walker.

“I-I… that’s not… I don’t know…” the man finally got the words out, taking my attention just as I was about to use the dreamwalker skill. “That was better than they described.”

“They?” I asked, fighting another tremor of orgasm shooting up through my body. “Who’s they?”

“The colony…” He said absently, but then his eyes widened when he turned to me. “Oh, that. Well, you knew that already. Wait, what did you do? Was this some kind of magic?”

The man suddenly seemed slightly weary, taking a step back.

Colony? What colony, what is he talking about. We’re in my dream. I’m just dreaming. What kind of…

“Dream… colony…” The reality of the situation came crashing home. “You’re… a succubus.”

Suddenly, I felt like a complete idiot. Even if I could control my dreams, these were literal dream demons. This so-called colony of succubus we had been traveling nearby. It was the very colony I was trying to find. Here was one, right here. That meant that my unconscious body had been found by a monster, but that monster must have been these very succubae I had been searching for, not that I needed their help anymore.

“Um… well, technically, I’m an Incubus. You can call us Cambions, yes?” as the man said this he didn’t seem surprised when I had called him a succubus.

Was I supposed to know? I tried to run through the conversation we had right before having sex, but I was having trouble remembering the lines. Good sex didn’t put me in a coma, but it did seem to wipe my brain clean of any properly coherent thought. What I could think of is that if I was being attacked in my dream, then if I woke up, I’d have some kind of Incubus, maybe several of them, standing over me. Were they doing physical things to my body while they played with my mind? Was some monster humping my unconscious body in the woods while I died? Was this sexual euphoria because multiple incubae were manipulating my body at this very moment? My frown started to deepen.

I immediately used the dreamwalker ability. Nothing happened. Not only did I not wake up, but the world around me remained completely the same. Did dream demons out-compete my skill? What was the point of this skill if I couldn’t use it properly?

“You…”

“I need to go.” The man shook his head and stepped back. “I have to report to the elders.”

“Elders? No. Wait. My body. I need to wake up.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, turning and walking right out the door of my bedroom.

I immediately jumped to my feet and followed him, my anger and shock finally overriding the sexual euphoria from a few moments earlier. The man moved fast and was already at the bottom of my stairs and heading for the door. I raced down after him.

“I’ve been looking for you! You can’t keep me in this dream!” I shouted, taking the stairs quickly.

He made it out my front door, and I ran at him full tilt. Then my entire body struck something hard and I immediately stumbled back and to the ground. My body was quite a bit tougher than it used to be, so I wasn’t hurt. I immediately leaped back to my feet and raced after the man. However, my body stopped the second I hit the front door entrance again. I forced my arms through, but no matter how much I pushed, I couldn’t get the rest of my body through the front door. He was now on the sidewalk, but he did turn back when I slammed my hand painfully down on the barrier. He had a guilty look on his face as he looked back at me.

My attention focused on the barrier for a brief moment. It was cold, metallic, and I could move my hands around it and reach out. It was like… bars. As my mind focused, I could see them now. There were six solid iron bars directly in front of my front door, preventing me from walking through. I was effectively locked in.

“This… isn’t a dream, is it?” I asked, my heart starting to drop.

“I’ll be back. I just… I need to find out… what…”

“Am I safe?” I interrupted.

The man turned his head away. “I… don’t know, but you aren’t in the forest any longer.”

I breathed out a single breath of relief, and then the panic returned. “Min! An elf! There was an elf woman. Please! Let me know if she is safe.”

“Elf?” The man looked back and then shook his head as if to himself.

“Please… boy… find out for me.”

The man stiffened for a second, and then without looking back, spoke. “Peers. My name’s Peers. I will be back. I swear it.”

He walked down the street until I could no longer see him in the distance. I took a few steps back and sat down hard on the steps of my stairway.

What shit have you gotten yourself into this time, Aria? The voice in the back of my head taunted me.

I didn’t have an answer.

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Aurora put on her Sunday finest, a short dress, that with the baby bump, barely just covered her hips and butt. For a pregnant woman, she exuded a charm and sexiness mixed with maturity that even many of the older woman in the harem couldn’t achieve.

“So, really, a picnic?” You ask nervously.

“Yes, hero-san, is a picnic no good?”

“Ah, not no good. In fact, I’d consider it very normal.”

“Normal?” Aurora asks with a slightly worried look.

You shake your hands. “I mean, normal is good! It’s just been a couple of weird days for me, so I could use a little normal right now.”

“Is that so…” Aurora still looks uncertain.

The pair of you head out to the local park you created earlier that week. It quickly grew quite popular among the city. It had a playground that was safe for kids to play in, and gave a lot of people a chance to be outdoors in an area without the threat of monster attacks.

That’s how you end up sitting next to the mother of your child on a blanket on a nice sunny day while picking over the contents of a basket prepared by Jasmine. It is actually going a little too well. You feed Aurora a grape as your frown, looking for the thing that’ll make everything go weird.

“Hero-san… is everything okay, you seem distracted.”

“Yeah… it’s just… have you noticed that the girls in the harem can be a little weird?”

“What?” Aurora wears an incredulous look and then laughs. “Hero-san, you can’t consider anything about our lives the last month or two to be normal.”

“True… I guess.”

“But… it’s been fun.”

“Hmm?”

“Hero-san… I didn’t know what think of things when I chose to leave with you. I did it for my daughter’s sake initially. Each day I see her with you, I see her smiling brightly. She never used to do that, in the past…”

“Is that so? What about you?” You ask cautiously.

“Hero-san…” She looks down. “Do you by chance know anything about the marriage vows of this world?”

“No…” You shake your head.

“In this world, we give an oath, not just to stay together, but to complete each other. To me, these always felt like empty words when I spoke them to my husband. Then, I met you.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“You… complete me, hero-san. You make me feel like a woman. With the king, I always felt like I was missing something. I felt like I was a bird in a cage. With you, I truly feel free. With you, I truly feel like me.”

“I thought you might be a little bothered by how Ariel turned out.”

Aurora chuckled softly. “Ariel’s behavior… it’s as much our fault as it is yours. However, the kind of woman Ariel is… she isn’t bad, is she?”

“No… she isn’t bad.” You agree.

Aurora reaches down to get something from the picnic basket. At that moment, a squirrel suddenly bursts out of the basket. It has some food in it’s mouth as it leaps out over her hand and onto her shoulder before jumping away onto the trunk of a nearby tree. Aurora let’s out a cry of surprise, falling back hard on her butt. Immediately, she grabs her stomach and makes a pained noise.

“Fuck! Are you alright?” You ask hurriedly.

“I’m fine. I’m fine, I was just surprised.”

“I’m going to kill that fucking squirrel!”

“Kill? Hero-san, it’s just a rodent.”

“A rodent with beady eyes and fucking teeth and the claws and the biting!”

“Uh…”

“If you’re suggesting I have some kind of deep-rooted trauma from a horde of mice I had to kill last night, that’s just crazy!”

The squirrel is now on a tree branch above you, looking down with evil eyes as it taunts you, chewing on the food it stole at the expense of your pregnant woman.

“Hero-san, is this really necessary? I know you’re a good man. You wouldn’t murder a poor defenseless animal.”

You growl as you look up at the demonic rodent, waiting for it to leap down and attack your neck.

“Alright, how about this. I’ll cast a spell aimed at the squirrel. It’ll give the squirrel a punishment I see fit. If deep down, I want it dead, it’ll die. If deep down, I want to let it go, it’ll escape.”

Aurora’s eyes narrow and then she smirks. “This I’d like to see. What is my baby’s father’s true nature.”

“Oh ho… you’re underestimating me. This squirrel is fucking dead!” You declare, raising your hand. “See your death, squirrel!”

You shoot a spell of light at the squirrel. It moves so fast the squirrel has no time to react. It strikes the squirrel, immediately enveloping it in a bright light.

C-c-c-c-crack! The branch the squirrel was on cracks, and you have to move fast to jump out of the way as a large object crashes down on your picnic, splashing plates and food everywhere.

You glare down at the object in question.

“Huh?”

“Squeak?”

A naked girl with two large front teeth, red-brown hair, freckles, and big bushy tail is staring up at you.

“So, it’s settled, hero-san’s nature is to turn it into a fuckably-hot 17-year-old girl.” Aurora suggests with a laugh.

“Squeak!” The squirrel girl jumps up and immediately stumbles away on all fours with a fearful look on her face.

Even with a human-like body, she manages to move quickly, fleeing across the park. There are screams as people see the naked girl prance by on all fours. Meanwhile, you’re just staring down with a blank look on your face, lost about what to say. Aurora stands up carefully and pats your shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s come to my realization that the most common thread between all of your weird dates…” Aurora gives a light smile. “… seems to be you.”

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“Alright, Cinderella, you’re next on my list for a date.”

“Of course, darling. I’ve prepared a list.” Cinderella unfurls a roll of paper which continues to the floor and then ends up rolling right out the room.

“Holy crap! What is that?” You say in surprise.

“We still have many unfulfilled desires from all the unhappy spirits to fulfill.”

“How many people did that bastard kill?”

“Not important. What’s important is that we continue to fulfill their desires…. Unless you want me to turn back into a vengeaful spirit!” Cinderella’s eyes turn red as she says it.

“Ah! No! We’re good. The last batch weren’t all that bad. What other things do we need to fulfill now.”

“Well…”

Sometime later…

“It’s cold up here and the air is thin.”

“Her desire was to reach the summit of a mountain. We’re here, so we can go now.”

“It’s cold down here and the air is nonexistent.”

“Her desire was to see the bottom of the ocean. We’re here, so we can go now.”

“It’s cold here and the air is a vacuum.”

“Her desire was to see space.”

“She could have seen it when we went to the moon last time!”

“Well, we’re here now, so we can go.”

“This is just cold in general.”

“Well, her desire was to have a penis and feel what it’s like to fuck a woman.”

“Just who the hell are all these girls and where the hell are their desires coming from?”

“In a moment, darling, I’m about to cum.”

“I-is it okay if she cums in me?”

You roll your eyes. “It’s fine, let’s just get this over with.”

“Ah, cumming!” Cinderella declares, her hands clinching on Ariel’s ankles as she plows away with her (temporary) penis.

“It’s going inside!” Ariel squeals in delight before seeing you with a frown. “Ah! You’re better though…”

“I’m done. You’re now pregnant with my baby.” Cinderella declares, pulling her dick out.

“Pr-pr-pregnant!” Ariel’s eyes widen and she squeals.

“You are not! She is not!” You growl at the two women. “It’s a fake penis, it won’t get her pregnant. In fact, I forged it with my own DNA, so she fucked you with my penis.”

“The next girl wanted to NTR someone.” Cinderella says, already losing interest in Ariel.

“Well, I forgot to link your penis with mine in sense, so you just did!” You cry.

“Ah, very well.  Next…”

“No nexts! Is there anything on the list where I can have a little fun?” You demand.

“You could have been the girl in the previous scenario, darling.”

“That is not acceptable!

Cinderella sighs. “Then, I guess, there is one thing that darling may enjoy from my list.”

“Oh, really?”

“Let us go to my room.”

“Oh, ho, that’s better. Let’s.”

“Uh, guys? Are we done?”

“Yes, Ariel, you did a good job.”

“I want more! Boo. You just started getting me excited and now you’re going to quit.”

“Here, I’ll tell you what.” You wave your hand. “For the next hour you have a penis. Find your mom and have some fun.”

“Oooh.” Ariel looks down at the thing now hanging between her legs, poking it.

You leave with Cinderella as the erection starts to grow full mast and she races out to find a partner. The first person she sees is Mulan.

“Mulan! Let’s play!” Ariel shouts.

Mulan’s eyes immediately snap to the erect thing between her legs wagging excitedly as she runs towards Mulan naked, her arms spread out.

“By Pun, what have you done master! You’ve given her a weapon! Run! Everyone Run! She’s been equipped!” Mulan barely makes it three steps when Ariel tackles her to the ground and mounts her.

“Stop! No! I am only masters!”

“Don’t worry, it’s hero’s cock I’m using!” Ariel announces proudly, sliding her cock into Mulan from behind.

“Is that, ahhhhh! No! It feels good! Stop violating this great dragon!”

The sounds cut off as you end up in Cinderella’s room.

You look your perfect sex doll’s body up and down eagerly. “So, exactly what kind of deviant act did you want your ‘darling’ to perform.”

“Well… I hate mice.”

“Excuse me?”

“Rodents, rats, mice, woodland creatures. They’re disgusting!”

“Okay… I’m following you so far.”

“There has been a mouse infestation behind this bookshelf! Would darling please kill them?”

“How is this a request I’d like!”

Cinderella puts her finger up to her mouth and cocks her head questioningly. “I thought men liked to show off how manly they are to women.”

You collapse to the ground. “Haaaah. Alright. I’ll catch your stupid rat.”

“It’s a mouse.”

“Whatever. You say it’s behind the book case? I’ll take it out.”

“A-are you sure you don’t want to prepare first?”

“Prepare? It’s just a mouse. Move the bookcase, as soon as I see it running I’ll smash it with a book.”

“A book? A-are you sure you don’t need something bigger?”

“Bigger? It’s just a mouse.”

“Okay…” Cinderella seems unsure; she really is scared of mice.

Still, she heads over to bookcase and readies herself to move the bookcase. You prepare the book, ready to throw it at whatever pops out.

She pulls open the bookcase in one swift move. That’s when you notice that behind the bookcase isn’t so much a wall, but a massive tunnel hidden there.

“A secret room!” You respond excitedly.

A massive creature suddenly leaps out of the hole. It’s all teeth and claws and it’s about the size of a golden retriever.

“What the fuck is that!”

“It’s the mouse!”

The mouse’s fiery red eyes latch on to you, and in a single bound it latches on to your neck.

“Fuuuuuuuucck!” You scream, trying to yank the mouse of your neck.

“Is darling okay!” Cinderella is standing on the bed, making no attempt to help you.

“Can you help?” You shout, tearing at the creature latched onto your neck as you flail around the room.

“Mice are scary.” Cinderella looks away shyly.

“Fucking seriously!” You shout.

You force the mouse off your neck, chucking it at the nearby wall. Summoning a magical sword, you manage to swing just as it rebounds and makes another leap at your neck. Your sword ends up impaling the bastard rat into the wall on the other side.

“Damn it…” You curse, catching your breath and repairing the damage with magic.

Well, the damage is to the clothing, your stats are to the point that while it hurt slightly, the mouse couldn’t even break your skin.

“Hey, Cinderella, why are you standing outside your room?”

“Darling still hasn’t dealt with the rest of its family.”

“Rest… of… family?” As you ask that, there is a rumbling sound coming from the hole she opened.

“Why is my mansion filled with giant fucking rats!”

“They’re mice, darling.” Cinderella says, the door separating the room and hallway slowly shutting between the pair of you, she gives a thumbs up just as the door shuts. “Do your best!”

Dozens of glowing red eyes suddenly appear from the darkness of the hole. You raise up your sword.

“I’m in the mood to kill something now.” You growl. “Let’s do this!”

Thus, began the great battle of Cinderella’s bedroom which went down in the records of history for ages to come. Little is known about the specifics of the great battle except two things. One. The house was ridden of mice that night. Two. Afterwards, you rage fucked Cinderella until she nearly broke.

“Is my leg supposed to be behind my back?”

“Shut up and take my cock.”

“Yes, darling.”

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Puri-puri

“…”

Hoku-hoku

“…”

Paku-paku

“This is not what I had in mind when I said we could do anything as a date.”

“Hm?” Merida looks up, her mouth stuffed with food to the point where she can’t even close it. “IW Jwust whisch tche bawbee I gwet swhooo hwungry.”

“Hey, you dropped some cream on your boobs.”

“Mm?” As she continues to polish off a sweet cream pastry, some cream lands on her cleavage, she somehow swallows everything in her mouth in one gulp. “My hands are full. Can you get it?”

“You… what do I look like, your bib?” you reply wryly.

Merida gulps down the food. “Please, daddy, it’s all sticky.”

Why is her chest suddenly look all shiny when she says that? Well, it couldn’t hurt just to clean her up this one time. You dive into her chest, licking the cream from her cleavage.

“Ah! Daddy, watch out for my creampuff!”

However, it was too late. You had gun for the chest and her arm had lost its grip. Her creampuff goes spiraling to the ground where it explodes in a puff of white. When you finally pull back from her chest, she’s looking at you with tears in her eyes.

“D-d-d-daddy… y-you made me drop my creampuff.”

“You’re crying?”

“IIII caaaan’t heeeeellp it! Waaaaaaaahhh… I’m emotional from the pregnancy! Waaaaaah.”

“Ah, shit! It’s okay baby, I’ll get you another creampuff, I swear!”

You hastily get up and reassure Merida that you’ll replace her creampuff with the best and biggest one she’ll ever have.

“It’d better have extra cream!” She sniffles in a way that comes off more like a child than a mother to be.

“It’ll be full of soooo much cream!” You reassure here, running off down the hall.

Apparently, her desire was to visit a bakery she had loved as a kid and get free reign to order whatever she wanted. So, a spell later you found yourself in Merida’s childhood city, a small place not much bigger than Riun. Her first order had included half the bakery, and you’re now on the third order. You have to admit, for a fantasy world, their bakeries are surprisingly modern. No shortages of sugar or sugar products here. You even tried a creampuff, and they aren’t bad.

However, you realize as you approached the counter that your claim at giving her a creampuff better than the one she had just isn’t possible. They could only fill them with so much cream, and they cook all of them in the morning besides. If they had some special super creamy puff, it certainly wasn’t on display. The only way you can give Merida a creampuff is if you make it yourself.

You grab a nearby plate, getting an idea. A few magic spells later and the creamiest creampuff ever conceived sat right in front of you, resting on a plate. You shuffled back over to Merida, dropping the creampuff right in front of her.

“Wow… that is a big creampuff.”

“You bet your ass it is.” You laugh.

“I better cut it in pieces.” Merida pulls out a knife.

“Nooo!” You scream, pulling the knife from her hands. “Rather, you got to grab the creampuff by both hands and then lick out the cream.”

“Really? Is that how?”

“Definitely!”

“Okay! Ahhh… “ She stops and looks up at you standing right in front of her. “Aren’t you standing a little close.”

“Nope.”

“Okay… well anyway, Itadakimasu!”

“Who keeps teaching you girls these words?”

She dives into the cream puff, licking out the cream, her tongue quickly running into something hard in the center. Her tongue flicks over it a few times as she tries to figure out what it is. As her tongue works it’s way through the creamy covering, she inspects the object inside. It’s warm. It’s long. It takes up about half of the size of the creampuff.

“Um… daddy, is your cock in my creampuff?”

“No, my cock is the creampuff. Why, do you not like the taste?”

“Actually, quite…. the opposite. It tastes…. too good!” as she spoke, she kept taking licks and nipping off the crusty outside bread.”

“Well, enjoy!”

“You…” Merida tries to give you a dirty look, but she can’t, so entranced by your cock puff.

Instead, she ends up on her knees, her tongue flicking up and down your cream covered member as she slowly nibbles her way down the shaft. She doesn’t use her hands, not wanting to make them sticky. This causes tons of cream to fall down her chin and onto her chest. She becomes more vigorous as she goes, licks and nibbles turning into full sucking until her sticky mouth is bobbing up and down on your creampuff cock for all it’s worth.

“Give me your cream, daddy!” Merida let’s out a moan, while opening her creamfilled mouth to accept even more cream.

You deliver the promise, and when you’re done, Merida is covered from face to chest in white stuff. It’s impossible to separate the white cum from the white cream. Merida is just an incorrigible, sticky mess. She licks herself up like a cat, trying to eat up all the creamy stuff that decorated her once delicate skin.

You both also end up getting banned from that particular bakery.

“Sorry, Merida…” You apologize after the angry baker kicks you both out.

“It’s okay, daddy, I prefer your creampuff anyway.” Merida says while lifting boob to suck off some creamy white stuff that was dripping into her cleavage.

“You want another one already, don’t you…”

Merida’s eyes brighten. “Mm!”

You return to the mansion and take her into her room, producing an assortment of pastries all over your body. Whipcream, cherries, whatever food you can imagine to decorate your body with. By the time you’re done feeding Merida, you and her are both very naked, and very sticky.

You take a bath before heading off to bed, leaving the sticky mess of cream, cum, and some milk that was your baby’s mama behind.

“Let’s see, tomorrow’s date… Cinderella? Well, it can’t be any weirder than this one… I hope.”

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