Painted Dissaster
A Dark Souls 3 story
By JJN

	John stood in the snow staring out toward a cathedrel. In front of him was a long rickety rope bridge. The wolf adjusted his pointy wizard hat and walked carefully across the bridge. As he did the cold wings picked up, swaying the bridge slightly. John looked ahead then sprinted across. On solid ground, infront of John stood a huge snow covered cathedrel. Out front stood a armor clad man, he looked up at John as the sorcerer approuched.
"Well, well..."
He uncrossed his arms and straightened up, he continued to talk,
"No bell tolls, and yet, you've slipped into the painting?"
John tilted up his hat and nodded,
"Feels like I was forced into this world."
"Ah no matter. If you've lost your way, the words of Lady Friede will guide you."
The armor clad man lowered his head as if to tell John to head inside. The wolf did, pushing the door open and stepping into the warm cathedrel. The building had a ton of paintings, John looked closely at the works of art but couldn't recognize who was in the picture until he saw the woman the man outside talked about. There was a woman sitting in a chair, her face was half covered by a hood. She looked up to the robed canine,
"Welcome. To the painted world of Ariandel. I am Friede. I have long stood beside our blessed Father, and the rest of the Forlorn."
Friede looked over the wolf and a smiled,
"You might be what we need."
John perked his ears up. The robed woman pointed to the doors where John came in from,
"Please talk to Sir Vilhelm."
The light blue wolf turned to see the armored man, he pointed to a door on the side and it opened up.
"Down there is our little problem. We need you to clear out the giant flys that plague the crypt of the cathedrel."
John nodded and readied up his staff. The passage way was dark, there was lights but they were barely giving off enough. The wolf walked down the stairs, as he got to the middle he jumped as the doors upstairs slammed shut.
"What the hell?!"
The sorceror took out a torch and growled, he needed to find another way out. Something was up with those two and John would figure out what was up when he got out.

	He traveled down the stairs. Stepped off the steps into some squishy ground. John groaned as the stentch over powered him. it was like wet garbage and he gagged slightly. It seemed to be the only way out so John ventured out into the main chamber. This area was like a dark crypt. John looked around, the floor was covered in a wet sticky dark goo. His boots sank slightly. He froze as he saw two red orbs blink then more appeared. The wolf put out the torch and tried to step back into the area he was before but ended up bumping into a slick wall. The red orbs got closer and in the dim light he could see what they were, giant bugs. They looked semi humanoid, but grossly disfigured. One of the bugs fluttered its trancparent wings and charged John. The wolf threw a great chaos fire orb at the creature and it sizzled, hissing as it died. The pool of lava left by the fire orb hit and killed a the ones crowded around. John found his confidence and began to fling the orbs. Soon the chamber was silenced. John took a breather and drank down an Ashen Estus. He straitened up and pulled out his torch again. Walking in the muck felt strange but he had to, had to find a way out.
	John wandered the crypt, shining the torch upward. He could see there was another floor above him but couldnt find a way up. The ground level was really dark, even with his torch it was hard to see things. Suddenly he saw an archway.
"That's got to be the way up."
He rushed over to the entryway, but got knocked down by a giant fly. He fell face first into the sludge, geting some of the muck in his mouth. He spit it out and looked back to see the huge red eyes of the bug staring at him. The flashed, John struggled but the bug clamped on his back, pinning his arms to his body. The wolf froze as he felt something slimy press against his back, whatever it was stained his robe and he could feel it. John struggled to move but couldnt, he just managed to roll around in the sludge. His robes melted off as the muck soaked into them and broke the fabric down. He struggled harder as now he could feel something pushing hard agains his rear.
"What the hell!"
The giant fly craned its head and pushed its face against John's muzzle then began to force many little wiggling maggots down the wolf's throat. John was forced to swallow as the appendage that was poking his rear pushed into him. He gagged, coughing up the maggots but the fly didnt stop as it continued to force feed John the white slimey creatures. The wolf screwed his eyes shut as he was slowly penetrated by the fly's thick cock like member. The creature began to hump hard into the defenceless wolf. The buzzing from the fly began to slowly drown out the sorceror's thoughts as the creature humped into him. It pulled his head back and awway from John's muzzle, letting some of the maggots spill out of his maw. John coughed slightly, his eyes shifting from yellow to dull red. He gulped as he took bleed damage from the maggots inside of him. He coughed up blood as his body bucked against the fly. John groaned as he felt the cock like apendage thicken, stretching his abused hole then the fly began to unload a mix of seman and maggots into the wolf's bowels. John let out a cry as his insides shifted from the large volume of fluid entering his body. The fly buzzed and violently pulled back, yanking John back with it as its cock was jammed tightly into the wolf. John's body was drug back then the apendage popped out. The giant fly flew off into the darkness leaving the broken body of the once sorceror in the musk of the rot.
	John twitched slightly as his eyes darted around the chamber. His belly full of cum and maggots. His tailhole ripped to shreads, blood oozing out of his muzzle and rear. His fur matted in the rot. He tried to get up but was too weakened. Instead the wolf just curled up and accsepted his fate, laying in the rot of the painted world of Ariandel.