by Neven Iliev
Everybody Loves Large Chests
Volume Two: Fizzlesprocket
A book by Neven Iliev
Prologue
Chapter One
Science!!!
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Chapter Two
Fine Print
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Chapter Three
Gainful Employment
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Interlude
That Nagging Feeling
Chapter Four
Chaos
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Epilogue
Afterword
Prologue
A swirling cloud of poison spiralled upwards from the smouldering ruins of a once peaceful city, now reduced to nothing but ash, dust, and death. The cause of all this devastation was an event that would eventually become known as The Calamity of Monotal. It was a disaster the likes of which had rarely been seen before and would hopefully never occur again.
“Hahahahahaha! Ahhhh- hahahahahahaaaaah!”
Yet despite all of these tragic truths, there was someone who laughed merrily at the swirling mushroom cloud. It was easy for this being to revel in the suffering of others, as he was behind the safety of a screen that relayed sounds and images to him in real time. This gave him a front-row seat to the terrifying spectacle of a supercharged dungeon core exploding without the various risks involved. Well, it wasn’t like a pseudo-nuclear detonation would even phase him, but that was beside the point.
“He actually went and did it! I didn’t think that stupid little box had it in him! Oh, wait – no, not ‘him.’ The thing’s technically an ‘it,’ isn’t it? Ah, who cares?”
The important thing was that he was among the few who had witnessed the event and lived to tell the tale. He was more involved than simply being a bystander, though. If anything, this figure could be considered the chief suspect in that catastrophe. He was also the only one who knew the full story, even more so than his unwitting chest-shaped partner in crime.
“Phew! I haven’t had that much fun in decades,” he declared in a jovial manner. “I need to re-evaluate my opinion of that mimic. If that’s the first thing it showed me, then I can’t wait to see what it does next! It’s times like these when I really love my job!”
*Snap*
The sound of a finger snapping rang out and a cardboard box covered in red and white vertical stripes – and positively overflowing with freshly-buttered popcorn – appeared in thin air. It was deftly caught by the mysterious observer, who sat down and leaned back into a plush red sofa. The floating screen in front of him abruptly changed to show a much less depressing scene ... one that was focused on said peculiar mimic and its two bound familiars as they walked idly down a cobblestone road on the edge of a forest.
“Come on then, Boxxy T. Morningwood,” he exclaimed while grabbing a fistful of popcorn. “Show me what you’ve got!”
Chapter One
Science!!!
Part One
Kora, Xera, and their newly-named master made their way down the road at a leisurely pace. Boxxy had already filled up its near-bottomless stomach with woodland critters, so it was in no particular rush for once. Its familiars, however, seemed to be in the middle of a heated debate.
“You burned me up on purpose back there, didn’t you!” Kora accused.
It would appear that the towering four-armed, red-skinned fiend still had some gripes about how things went down during the attack on the former city of Monotal a few hours ago.
“Your big head just got in the way of my Fireball!” deflected the succubus, unwilling to accept any sort of blame.
“As if! I know how you backstabbing whores work! You arranged it so I’d run into those Spells face-first!”
Kora was, in fact, correct in her assumption. Normally the succubus wouldn’t be able to attack a being her contract declared as an ally without her master’s express permission. However, anything could happen in a firefight, and certain ‘accidents’ could be arranged. As for the reason she assaulted her co-contractor, it was because she felt like it. Technically speaking, they had already delivered the core at that point, so their orders were fulfilled. The humans had little to no chance of stopping it, so Xera had taken that opportunity to play a prank on Kora for a laugh.
And what better way to do that than a well-placed Fireball to the face?
“Tsk, figured me out, huh?” she muttered under her breath.
“Hey! I heard that!” Kora snapped.
“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it? Flex at me until I die of boredom?”
“Why you – Oh! That’s right! Master! Requesting permission to smack-a-bitch!”
“Huh?”
The Mimic was doing an amazing job ignoring the conversation so far but suddenly got dragged into it.
“What this moron means to say is we want to fight each other to the death,” Xera said. They had been at each other’s throats for a while now, so she was very much looking forward to putting the uppity moron in her place.
“Ah. Okay. Just make it quick. I’m going to take a break over there.”
It didn’t particularly care about their petty issues. If they needed to beat the living daylights out of each other then it saw no reason to stop them. They were still in the forest where it had spent a few days hunting, so it knew there were no particularly dangerous enemies around. Besides, it was feeling a bit tired from running with all its might to escape that explosion, so it went over to the side of the road and sat down to rest a bit.
The two demons were already at it by that time though. Kora had taken a swing at Xera the instant Boxxy let out that casual ‘Okay.’ But the succubus had seen it coming and retreated high into the air well before the attack could reach her, much to her opponent’s chagrin.
“Urgh! Get down here so I can smash you!”
“Haha! As if!” taunted the succubus from above. “Get roasted, dumbass! Fireball!”
Kora dove to the side, avoiding the Spell completely. It struck the ground, setting the cobblestone road ablaze with magical flame.
“Fireball!”
A second one came down, which was also dodged. The third and fourth ones followed soon after. One might think that the fiend could keep dodging until her opponent ran out of steam, but that would be harder than it appeared. Unlike Shadowbolt, Fireball was a more efficient Spell with a base cost of only 20 MP. This meant that Xera, who currently had over 800 MP, could keep firing them as much as she wanted. All while flying well out of reach of her grounded opponent.
And try as she might, Kora could not dodge forever. The fifth and sixth Spells hit her in the back and shoulder. The Devouring Flames from Xera’s Pyromancer Skill clung to her, draining even more of her HP. It was impossible for her to keep avoiding those until Xera ran out of MP. Even if she did, she had no way of reaching her target for a close-range attack.
Or at least, that was how things would have been before their latest summoning.
A summoned familiar’s strength relied entirely on how much MP was used up to forge their physical bodies. It wouldn’t be inaccurate to say that the MP spent by
the Warlock was directly converted into Attributes, Skills, and Levels. The species of the demon dictated which Attributes would be the most well developed, as well as what their Main Job would be. Fiends, for example, would have a high degree of STR and END with a fair amount of AGI and DEX, but in return, their INT and WIS would be pathetically low. They would also always have the Fiend Job, which had a very strict set of Skills available to it. A special racial Skill would also be made available to them depending on what type of fiend they were. For a Pit Fiend like Kora, it meant she was ‘blessed’ with Idiotic Strength, which amplified her STR Attribute but neutered her INT.
So in some ways, it was safe to assume what a demon was capable of based on its species. However, that wasn’t to say they were all alike. Masteries, Side Jobs, and Skills were something each individual could choose for themselves to round out their abilities. It was something that was done on their end as part of the summoning contract and could be altered at will, provided the demon was in the Beyond.
And what Kora had done prior to her latest summoning was add a new Skill to her kit. Of course, this meant all other Skills would suffer and drop in Proficiency Level to compensate, but the fiend didn’t mind. Truthfully speaking, she had a feeling a bout like this would happen eventually with the succubus. And even she wasn’t stupid enough to think that crafty bitch would fight her at close range. Therefore, she needed a way to attack from a distance that didn’t rely on her pathetically low MP pool.
Her solution to this was simple: Projectile Mastery. It was a Skill that allowed her to turn all manner of debris around her into ammunition, and there was no shortage of debris whenever a fiend participated in battle. In this instance, she made her own by smashing up the cobblestone road to produce as many throwable rocks as she wanted.
“Let’s see how you like these apples!”
She gripped a rock in each hand and, after a brief windup, started flinging them into the sky in rapid succession. This caught the overconfident Xera completely by surprise. She had to stop her magical barrage and fervently dodge the improvised anti-air missiles. The stones that were the size of grapefruits flew past her like they were cannon fire. She avoided two, four, six of them, but her pathetically low AGI meant she could not keep it going for long. One of the projectiles caught her in the knee, which threw her off balance. Another one tore right through one of her wings, breaking it in half and rendering it useless.
The demoness screamed in pain as she fell out of the sky, landing with a painful faceplant on the grassy plain next to the road. She was about to pick herself up when Kora’s armoured boot dug into her ribs.
“Gufu!”
The force of the impact lifted the succubus off the ground and sent her flying like she was a pile of dirty laundry. She hit the ground once more some six metres away, skidding and rolling along the grassy soil until she stopped with her back against the ground. The unbearably delicious pain from her side kindly informed her she likely had a few shattered ribs. The same metal-clad foot that put her in this position then stomped down on her chest.
“Give up yet, cunt?” said Kora triumphantly while crossing her arms.
“As if!” said Xera as she coughed up some blood. “I’ll never admit defeat to a lucky shot like that! You petulant bitch!”
Kora raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? I wonder what your bones have to say about this!”
She moved her armoured boot and pressed down on the same spot she’d kicked moments ago, aggravating the fracture. The weight she put into that limb also pushed the succubus’s injured wing into the ground, causing her double the agony. With so much pain shooting through Xera at once, there was no way she wouldn’t show a reaction.
“Hyaaaahaaaaaah!” Xera screamed. Her body visibly shuddered and shook for several seconds, especially the area around her nether regions.
Kora did not miss her strange response. That scream was expected, but it was still way too high pitched. Not the kind of voice one would normally let out while being tortured. No, that noise was almost like –
“Did you just … climax from having your broken bones stepped on?”
“No! Hahn! There’s no such thing! Yahnn!”
There was no way Kora believed that extremely unconvincing response, as it was obvious Xera was getting off on the pain. She had always assumed succubi were just a bunch of perverts and deviants, but even then had trouble believing they would be this depraved.
Determined to find out the truth for herself, Kora knelt down on the ground while straddling the succubus’s knees. She pinned Xera’s arms with two of her hands while a third one reached down and roughly tore off the blue-skinned beauty’s bikini bottom. She was met with a pair of lips that glistened with moisture.
“You’re practically flooded down there! So you did have an orgasm!”
Xera averted her gaze in shame. This served only to infuriate Kora.
“You SLLLUUUUT!” she yelled before half punching, half slapping Xera across the face.
She had no idea what was going on, other than she was absolutely disgusted with this creature beneath her.
“Why are you getting off on being hit?” she continued with another hit. “You fucking whore! We were supposed to be fighting here!”
“S-shut up!” Xera spat back. “I don’t need to listen to any of this shit! Just fucking get it over with and kill me already!”
“Yeah you’d want that, wouldn’t you? You’d certainly enjoy it, right?”
“Fuck you!”
“No, fuck you!”
“Fireball!”
The succubus hit the fiend with a Spell straight to the face. The towering demon staggered backwards as she roared in pain. Xera managed to squirm out of Kora’s grasp and put some distance between them, starting off round two of the one-on-one fight.
She still needed some time to mend her wing with shapeshifting; she wasn’t as good at it as a certain murderous box, but once she accomplished that, this fight would be hers. All she had to do was avoid getting caught like before and she would be in the clear. Her opponent naturally wanted to keep that from happening, so she chased after Xera immediately.
As for their master, it was idly watching them go at each other. It had to admit, it had been curious as to how they would fight one another, and it was learning a lot by observing them. Snack’s underhanded methods were particularly enlightening, although she did end up getting caught and pinned to the ground again soon afterwards. This showed that no amount of cunning or trickery would save someone from an opponent possessing overwhelming strength. True, Snack and Arms were made from the same MP, but the former had Skills and Attributes geared towards deception and infiltration, while the latter was a pure-blooded fighter.
It was then that the Mimic noticed the two demons were making weird sounds. The succubus was moaning and wailing, the fiend was grunting loudly, and there was a rhythmic noise of flesh slapping against flesh. Taking a closer look at the grappling duo, it was able to see that Arms was stabbing Snack’s lower end with a body part that she really shouldn’t have.
Something long, hard and veiny.
1-800-7355-9687-7685
*Beep … Beep … Beep*
*Click*
“Hello. You have reached Demons ‘R’ Us. My name is Carl and I’ll be your liaison for today.”
“Hey Carl, me again.”
“Ah, if it isn’t my favourite client! What can I do for you, buddy?”
“The fiend you gave me. I think it’s broken.”
“Oh? What makes you say that?”
“It was supposed to be female, but it has a thing that only males have.”
Boxxy might have been a completely asexual monster, but it had eaten more than enough people to differentiate between the genders on a biological level. However, Arms was currently showing off something it had never seen before: the presence of genitalia from both sexes. This perplexed the Mimic quite a bit, to the point where it decided to call upon the one responsible for managin
g its summoning contracts to get some clarification.
“That’s just standard fare for fiends,” replied Carl. “You see, those guys and gals thrive on violence and dominating others. They achieve this either by overwhelming their opponent in combat or through what mortals refer to as ‘rape.’ Females especially love doing that second thing, which is why their bodies come equipped with the, uh, best tool for the job. Bottom line is, her actions and appearances are perfectly natural for her kind.”
“Ah … what’s rape?”
“It should be whatever Koralenteprix is currently doing over there. Their ‘special equipment’ only pops out of their bodies when they’re about to use it, after all.”
“Is rape tasty?”
“I … uh … That’s not something within my contractual obligations to answer.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Then will that be all for now?”
“Yes.”
“Roger that. Thanks again for calling Demons ‘R’ Us. Please do not hesitate to call with any strictly demon-related inquiries you may have. Buh-bye.”
*Click*
Boxxy settled down and turned its attention back to its familiars, who were still going at it. It observed them for a while longer until it came to a definitive conclusion: rape did not appear to be tasty in the slightest. It was a messy and horribly inefficient combat strategy, to say the least. Even though Arms appeared to be attacking Snack, the latter was hardly taking any damage. In fact, given the succubus’s Energy Drain Skill, she was actually recovering her strength through the act by sapping the life force of her assailant. Granted, it wasn’t as effective since her opponent was a demon of considerable stamina, but it was still doing work. If things kept going on in this way, the fiend would end up being a lifeless husk like those four adventurers back in the dungeon.
And indeed, after performing the lewd act for a solid fifteen minutes and driving the masochistic succubus to a total of eight climaxes, the fiend finally reached her own release. Her male part discharged impossible amounts of a mysterious white fluid, which was eagerly absorbed by Xera’s lower end. It wasn’t until ten minutes later that Kora’s supernaturally prolonged climax came to an end. She had only about 120 HP remaining, but she was still very much alive. Being able to survive intercourse with a succubus was nothing if not a testament to her demonic constitution. She wasn’t quite sure how things turned out like this, though, as her head was all a blur.