by Prax Venter
“Stop,” he said, and Jezebel pulled away again.
“No…” Abby groaned, and he felt her anus clenching on his rigid flesh, trying to cross the finish line on her own, but it wasn’t enough. Her tight body shivered, and he saw her breath coming in sharp bursts.
“Do you desire to cum, Abby?” he asked.
“I require it. This is your duty. Do not tease me again.”
“Okay, I’ll make you cum, but Jez gets to go first. She’s going to put that fat brown pussy on your lips while I fuck her ass. Only then will I allow you to cum.”
Abby narrowed her eyes and was about to protest when Mark slowly slid his cock out of her vice of an asshole. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as a frustrated grunt escaped her lips.
Jezebel shot him a sweet smile as she stepped over Abby’s face and squatted down, facing away from Mark.
“Oh!” Jezebel said in surprise as Abby immediately started aggressively sucking on her hanging brown folds.
“Be gentle,” Mark said, straddling the abyssal horror’s chest on Learis’s floor- still bent in half. “If you want her to cum fast, you’ll have to do what feels best, not what feels fastest.”
Mark took a moment to enjoy the sleek furred cheeks of the creature presenting her asshole to him and grabbed hold of her small doe’s tail.
He pressed into Jezebel’s thick rump, and her ass wasn’t as tight, but it was softer somehow. She moaned as Abby untwined one of her appendages and gently worked it into Jezebel’s pussy as she lapped her clit, and Mark knew his freckled satyr was already most of the way there.
From group-milking Learis to teasing Abby and sucking his dick, Jezebel didn’t take nearly as long as she normally did. He received shadows of pleasure from her regarding how it felt to have Abby’s skillful tentacle shifting into complicated loops and twists within her.
Then, he felt Abby’s other tentacle come loose and encircle his hanging balls. Her green skin always felt like magic on his, but this attention to his nut sack as he fucked Jezebel created this feedback loop and caused them both to come together quickly over the abyssal horror’s adorable face.
He filled Jezebel’s asshole with a load of sperm and essence and then fell back onto the floor again.
Abby quickly crawled on top of him, her eyes narrowed, and her need to reach an orgasm driving her wild. She leaned in close, putting her small nose inches from his face.
“I experienced the scaling relationship between desire and satiation, Mark. Now fuck me.”
She reached her tentacle back behind her and pulled his slowly stiffening dick past her asshole and into her pussy before grinding down on him.
He reached up, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her lips to his.
Her slippery vaginal walls clenched tight onto his shaft as if she were worried it would escape again, and she began to pant hot breath into his mouth. She smelled faintly of citrus combined with Learis’s cinnamon spice milk, and her straight, black hair fell onto his face as she bucked like a wild woman on his dick.
Mark just closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride.
The relief that followed the explosion as he transferred the last of his stored essence into his green-skinned thief felt similar to the blissful emptiness that Learis felt when they emptied her.
With a shuddering breath, Mark silently thanked Sasha for betraying his old biological self, so his digital mind could be blown to bits by the unending pleasure he felt multiple times a day.
- 21 -
The five of them spent an hour or so dozing or caressing fur and flesh alike. Mark took his turn snugging against the epically soft Learis, and he adored how her still-quivering whiskers tickled his chest. She willingly and eagerly let him run his hands all over her luxurious body, and he quickly discovered that her breasts were now comfortably squishy.
If he had another slot for Enthralled, he’d snatch her up in a heartbeat. However, he knew that if he did have the opening, convincing her to abandon her village and her people would be adjacent to impossible.
After they all had a nice quiet rest, everyone got dressed and prepared for their dive into the crystal sinkhole.
“Before you go,” Learis said, “you should each taste some of my milk from these. It will be the most potent.” Her furry rabbit foot pointed toward the half-filled buckets.
No one needed to be told twice. Sasha and Jezebel got their sips first, and both seemed more surprised than they should be.
“Did we…?” Jezebel trailed off, and the blonde sex-demon nodded her head as she licked her lips, focusing on something only she could see.
“I just got a small boost to all lightning damage,” Sasha clarified.
“And I received a few points of strength,” Jezebel added.
They all looked over to Learis.
She regarded them with half-lidded eyes, her fluffy white brows arched high.
“I have never cum so hard or so for so long in my life. Never even dreamed sustained pleasure like that was possible, and I am astonished that I’m still sane. I had a feeling it would supercharge my product.”
“There has to be a limit to this,” Jezebel said, looking down into her bucket.
“Oh yes,” the Lagomorph said as she started stuffing herself back into her shorts, hopping from leg to leg. “You’ve hit it, and it proves that you’ve never had any more potent than mine. However, if you find a higher quality, you may see more growth.”
“I would like that milk now, please,” Abby said, her eyes locked on Jezebel’s bucket.
She handed it over as Mark walked around her to get his sip from the one Sasha held.
Abby took a gulp, licked her lips and then violently sucked in her breath, almost dropping the rest of the precious liquid.
“Imaginary Lacerations now only requires two seconds to cast!”
“And we still have our points to distribute,” Sasha added. “Learis, you are one amazing woman.”
Mark lifted his bucket, taking a swig of the imbued Lagomorph Milk and hoping for the best. The first thing he noticed was how rich and decadent it felt on his tongue- like a melted cinnamon and sugar milkshake with a silky-smooth texture.
A new space blossomed in his mind, and Mark knew something happened in there but had no idea what it was. He turned inward, trying to bring his abilities into sharp focus.
Deep among the swirls of potential within was… something, a glimmer of intricate patterns constantly cycling through a digital heart that beat trillions of times per second-
“Mark?” Jezebel said, putting her hand on his arm. Mark sucked in a shuddering breath and realized he’d been clenching every muscle in his body. It needed a bit more convincing to relax than was normal, but soon enough he was back under control.
“What happened?” Sasha asked, concern in her voice.
“Nothing,” Mark said, carefully putting the bucket down. “I mean, I felt something go on in my head, and I tried to force myself to see it.” He looked up into the rabbit-woman’s light-brown eyes. “Thank you for sharing your most potent Milk with us.”
“It is the absolute least I could do,” Learis said and pushed off from the table she was leaning on. “These two full buckets will help feed our village for a week.”
Mark and his team followed her back into the dry heat of high noon and found most of the villagers gathered outside waiting for them in the middle of the dirt road.
“What’s going on,” Learis said, leaping a few long strides to stand among them.
“That!” Gora said as he pointed his cane out toward the recently cleared farmland. The crystals were still gone, but now a yellow ball of strange light hovered over the sinkhole they were planning to explore.
“Stay here,” Mark said, moving through the group. “We’ll check it out.”
“No one ever listens!” the old rabbit yelled with a snarl. “My wiskers’er telling me these four strangers will be the end of this town. You’ll see!”
Mark ignored h
im as he led his Enthralled toward this new ball of light. Was it one of those sprites they were supposed to be fighting?
“Wait,” Abby said from behind him. They all stopped in the brittle white grass just before stepping on to the field and turned to the petite abyssal horror.
“I suggest quickly allocating our essence before engaging that foe.”
Mark’s brow came down as he looked back at the silently hovering object. There was no real malice coming from it, but he had to concede that it was a great idea to be prepared for anything.
Mark gave a quick nod in agreement.
“Right. I remember last time we talked you all wanted to upgrade your main skills.”
“Arc Bolt,” Sasha said. “With my improved lightning damage, the points will be more effective.”
Everyone agreed, so she picked it, her tail snapping once behind her.
“Bear Three,” Jezebel said next. “Transformations are even more robust, and I can use other abilities while shifted.”
“And talk, right?” Mark added.
Jezebel shot him a sweet smile. “Yes.”
After a quick nod from everyone, she spent her points as well.
Everyone turned to a frowning Abby.
“Receiving the faster cast-time upgrade complicates my previous plan. I could improve Imaginary Lacerations further, or up the damage on Mind Crush, or- if I put more into my Mind Cloud ability, not only will I become even harder to detect, but it will also gain a secondary use. Instead of turning invisible, three copies of my image will appear nearby and act of their own volition. They are merely projections and cannot cause any harm, but the foe will target the wrong one first.” She uncrossed her eyes and looked up at Mark. “I do not feel as if I need more personal safety at this point and would prefer boosting one of my damage spells.”
Jezebel spoke first. “Between bear-me, Sasha’s new retractable scales, and Mark’s magic barrier, I agree. More long-ranged damage would be better with our current configuration.”
“I know you were hoping to boost that savage slice,” Sasha said, “but I like your instant Mind Crush. If they’re still alive by the time I get to them, the distraction makes foes weaker and easier to hit.”
Mark shot a glance over to the ominous hovering ball and still only felt a patient tolerance. It was waiting for something.
Mark turned back to the group who was also waiting on him.
“I like the idea of keeping your ranged attacks balanced in power. I say Mind Crush.”
Abby nodded and spent her points.
“Very well,” she said. “We may proceed with combat.”
Mark held up his hand. “No combat- do not strike first. I’m not getting that type of vibe from this thing. Let’s just approach, check it out, and go from there.”
They all trusted his judgment regarding the motives of others yet followed close behind him. As they approached the floating orb, his good eye picked up long, glinting reflections below and wondered if this thing was trying to regrow the crystals they’d destroyed. It wasn’t until they were halfway across the dirt field that he realized it was a stack of arm-length yellow shards piled neatly in the dirt by the edge of the hole.
The sphere in front them was only swirling eddies of yellow light, and Mark began to feel a humming on his skin that grew stronger the closer they moved.
He was about twenty paces away when his blind eye picked up the hint of a mind behind this hovering ball of energy. It was animalistic, primal, and alien but was sophisticated enough to mentally communicate two concepts.
Gratitude for clearing its own infestation, and that it would not hesitate to attack anything that entered the hole.
The entity flashed once, apparently also understanding that its message was received and then slowly sank back into the ground.
“I could… feel that,” Sasha said from his side. “Here’s a gift, now stay the fuck out.”
Mark turned to his Enthralled and saw Jezebel and Abby both nodding. Either it had been a psychic blast they could all perceive, or they were getting information through their bond.
“Yep,” Mark said, “let’s go gather what we came for.”
When he arrived at the lip, he peeked down into the twisting, shard-covered tube and was beyond relieved that they didn’t need to deal with going in there.
Each crystal shaft in the pile laid out for them was uniform in shape and looked like laser-cut citrine, all the size of his forearm. Jezebel’s pack was way too small to fit them all, but they still had her blue cloak. They laid it out on the ground and piled up what had to be twenty thick chunks of pure earth crystal in the middle, then Jezebel tied up the bundle and hoisted it over her shoulder. Mark had to look twice. His tanned, satyr beauty was starting to acquire thicker, toned muscles.
Their task complete, they headed the short distance back to the Lagomorphs watching from afar. Mark had no idea how much of their haul was needed for the Force Shift ritual or how much they’d get paid for any extra, but it felt like they were sitting on a jackpot. He was grinning ear to ear when they stepped up to say goodbye to Learis and the other villagers.
“What was it?” she asked.
“It lives there,” Mark said. “I’m pretty sure they are the ones growing the crystals and will have no problems with you clearing those that spread outward onto your fields. Just never go in that hole, and you’ll have nothing to worry about.”
“Likely story,” the old man spat. “The moment you leave-”
He was interrupted by one of the younger rabbit kids running up to Mark holding up a dirty stuffed doll.
“Stranger, um you said you can heal?” she asked, blinking her huge brown eyes up at him.
Mark knelt to her level and gave her a warm smile. “You bet I can, are you hurt?”
She thrust her toy up toward him. “No, but Mrs. Penelope Foresith-Babster is hurt really bad. Please heal her- Please.”
Mark’s heart sank as he turned his eyes to the white cloth doll with black button eyes. Her arm was torn most of the way through and only dangling by a few strands of highly determined thread.
“Oh, little one,” Jezebel said in that voice Mark really hated. “He’s not that type of healer.”
Her well-meaning yet condescending tone combined with something ineffably deeper, and Mark felt himself reach out for the doll.
The small rabbit girl gave it to him eagerly and then began wringing her hands as if her only child was going into surgery. But Mark didn’t see any of it.
The stuffed person in his hand had a thick smear of dirt on her face, and it was right where her lips would be- if she were made with any. The pull to fix her became all there was in the universe. He couldn’t put into words why, but this fabric-girl’s stuffing needed to be on the inside-
Now.
There was a flash, and he felt the well-worn Heal ability in his mind glow with newly unlocked functions. At first, he thought this had to be what Learis’ milk had awakened within him, but that didn’t feel true. This was something deeper- a new path of power was forced open by the undefinable importance of this simple object. He felt scattered fragments of the original version hiding all around them in the very fabric of reality, and all he had to do was reset the
Mark sucked in a sharp breath and gazed down at the pure-white completely restored toy resting in his open palm. It was as if she were sewn together that morning.
Gasps erupted all around him as Mark handed the child back her brand-new old doll, and he tried to remember how he did it. It felt as if he had perceived the digital spiderweb that represented this virtual world, but there was a sore spot in his mind when he tried to recall the actions he’d taken.
“When will I learn to keep my dumb mouth shut,” Jezebel said from behind him, and Mark felt a shadow of her stinging embarrassment.
He shook it all off and was about to stand up when the young Lagomorph thrust something new at him. He crossed his eyes to focus on the l
ong bone she held in her furry white fingers, then focused on the tears spilling over her bottom lids.
“Thank you,” she said, sniffing and clutching her restored doll to her chest. “I need to pay.”
The pregnant rabbit-woman stepped forward and leaned down to talk to the girl he assumed was her daughter.
“Diza, Mark doesn’t want great-grandpa’s old foot bone.” She turned to Mark. “Sorry, she carries that thing around with her everywhere. Every time I try to throw it away, she seems to find it again.”
Young Diza kept her leaking eyes locked on Mark and held the offering out further, pleading for him to take it. That was when he noticed the hole worn through one of its sides.
“Tell you what,” Mark said, pulling the Nightwater Kalorplast sigil over his head. “I don’t need to wear this anymore.” He held up the rectangular plaque and used his ethereal energy to snap it in two, leaving the leather cord it came with intact. “Diza, I would love to hold on to that for you. I’ll even wear it around my neck as a reminder to come visit you often, okay?”
She nodded, and Mark took her offered payment. Something was off regarding the connection between the plant-elves and Lagomorphs, and it had become something he wanted to understand. He passed the leather cord through the hole and crafted a new item. Then, Mark slipped on his new rabbit’s foot necklace as he stood up.
“Good luck, everyone. It was great meeting you all, and we’ll definitely be back this way to check on you soon.”
“You have to take me with you!” the young male rabbit called from near the graveyard past the village. He was waiting where Mark and his team first appeared, and behind the teenage Lagomorph, Mark couldn’t help but notice the glint of an interdimensional portal. It was the same one he’d seen before, but this time… blues, purples, and multiple undefinable colors shimmered through, and he got the distinct impression that he could tear it open now.
“Pallum,” Learis yelled back, “come see the farm. Everything’s changed now.”
“Fuck the farm! I need to find a mate, Learis.”