Corruption of Ropes - the lake (CoC parody)
Killjoy (c) 2013

"Where the fuck am I now?!?" Ropes cried out as he attempted to gain his barings, having just stumbled forth from a nova like portal which had left the area scorched. Standing up, he surveyed his surrounding, looking beyond the edge of the burned crater around him to find trees in the distance in one direction and what appeared to be a lake in the other. Climbing up and out, the demon stretched and checked himself over to see if he'd emurged from the portal unscaved. Despite being farely ash covered, he was intact, so he set off towards the lake intent on cleaning himself off.

As he walked, Ropes began to take in the lay of this new land. It looked 'normal' for the most part but seemed a bit devoid of the life one would expect in such a place, no insects buzzed about nor could he hear any birds in the trees he passed. Odder still was the presence he seemed to detect, as if the land around him were befouled in some way. It wasn't an 'evil' as many might expect, but more an emotional state or compulsion. This unnerved him slightly at first but his aprehention seemed to seep away the closer he got to the lake.

"What the....?" he mumbled to himself whilst examing the edge of the lake before him, finding a strange foam washed ashore in places which reaked of sex, not only in scent but simply stepping closer to it seemed to make his loins tingle with lust, "This place is getting stranger and stranger..." Finding a section which seemed clear of the foam, Ropes set about washing himself while keeping a watchful eye out for trouble. His aprehention was well founded as he'd barely begun splashing water over himself before he noticed a blueish blob slowly moving throught he water towards him.

Stepping back onto shore, the demon took on a defensive posture as the blob raised up out of the water before him; forming the vaguely humanoid shape of a female human with a red heart floating about freely in it's chest. "Hello?" he offered without lowering his guard, "Are you able to talk?"

The strange goo-girl lifted her hands to her face and giggled before moving closer, pausing when she seemed to catch sight of the four green tendrils which swayed about behind the big cat. Wiggling like jello, the goo-girl arched forward as four dribbling tentacles emurged from her back, mimicing Ropes'.

"Well... Thats a neat trick." Ropes said with a smirk and relaxed, finding thes goo-girl more humorous than threatening now. But the moment he lowered his fist, the goo-girl scooped a glob of goo from her hip and threw it at him, splatering the stuff across his chest. "Seriously?" he protested, wiping the muck from his fur but trembled slightly at the sensation it caused once it had managed to reach his skin.

Lurching forward towards him, the goo-girl's pseudo tentacles curled around to catch the demon but a swipe from his claws severed them from her form; the goo falling to the ground before oozing back to rejoin the shapeless form below her torso. This caused her to stare at her stunted limbs dumbfounded before her attention was drawn to her chest where one of Ropes' tendrils had pierced through her membrane to seaze her heart shaped core.

Pulling it forth, the demon held it up while waiting for her gaze to follow it and then threw it out into the lake. Losing her cohesioun, the goo-girl colapsed into the blob below her before oozing out into the water to reclaim her lost core. Ropes wasn't about to stick around and wait for her to find it, instead heading off at a good pace around the edge of the lake until he'd left the strange thing far behind him. "I sure hope THAT wasn't the dominate form of life in this place."

"Hardly." a voice strained with age answered him.

Turning to follow the sound, Ropes noticed a small clearing some distance from the shore in which several tables had been set up around a small camp site, covered in all manner of chemestry equipment. A figure in tattered robes stood in the middle of the camp, sturring something in a large cauldron.

"Those blue goo-girls are natives to the lake," the elderly looking rat began, "But their numbers have dwindled to only a hand full since the waters have become tainted with corruption." With a sigh, he continued "Come closer child. I don't bite." Stepping away from his work to get a better look at the new comer, "I'm not sure I've seen the likes of you before, youngling. Are you a demon as you appear to be or mearly some one who's been indulging in the local edibles?"

"Thats sort of an odd question, don't you think?" Ropes replied, "But what do you know of demons?"

"More than I'd care to I'm afraid, I've been struggling to cure the water of its corruption but have been helpless against it depsite my best efforts." The old rat took in the stranger before him and rubbed his chin "While you appear to have the form of the tainted, you do not seem to have the mannerism so I'll assume you've yet to yield to their influence. I am Rathazul the Alchemist."

Stepping closer, Ropes nodded in greeting "I'm known as Ropes where I come from and while I admit to being a demon, I do not beleive I am kin to the ones you know from this land."

Rathazul perked up at the stranger's admission, "A demon you say? I guess these old eyes aren't failing me after all."

Ropes set about telling his tale, about the lands he had traveled to through the verious portals and how he'd ended up here. Rathazul remained silent through most of the story, save for occionally asking Ropes to repeat some thing.

"Well, to be honest, you are not the first to come to this land through a portal. Though I have not heard of a portal before like the one you described. There have been a great number of travelers recently and it's my guess that the demons are the cause of that as well."

"Why would demons want to bring people here?" Ropes asked as he followed the old rat into the camp, absently glancing about at the array of beakers and flasks strewn about the place.

"To corrupt them I'd imagine, boalster their numbers in order to claim this land all the sooner. I've seen it before, strangers stumbling along the shore as though they were lost before imps or demons are upon them, dragging them off to who knows where." Rathazul returned to his cauldron, adding a pinch of this and a spoon full of that. "It wasn't long after I saw the first one abducted than this foul muck began running down from the mountains, tainting the waters."

"That odd foam along the shore? I noticed that before..." Ropes paused to look down at the blue goo that still matted his fur.

Moving closer, Rathazul used a spoon to gather a bit of the goo which he then put into a bottle, sealing it tightly "A good sample. If only I could find a way to keep them like that."

"Keep them like that? Mindless blobs that attack people who go near the water?"

"They never used to attack people like that, youngling. And I assure you, what they turn into once tainted is far worse than what you encountered." Rathazul turned to rummage through a pile of notes before pulling one out, "See, I've done a study on them. The 'goo-girls', as I've dubbed them, originially nurished themselves with the pure water of the lake. But the corruption in it now has caused them to become obsessed with sex and they seek out sexual fluids in place of their normal diet." Flipping the page over, Rathazul continued "And if they are subjected to fluids too tainted with corruption, they eject their cores and turn into green slimes."

"Cores huh? What happens if you pull a core out of one when its still a blue goo-girl?"

"Well, I've seen them without a core before and it seems to render them completely mindless. They can't even take on a shape beyond a simple blob of goo."

Ropes nodded at that, "The one I was fighting with earlier... I pulled her core out and threw it into the lake. She went in after it and I took off."

Rathazul quickly picked up a quill and began taking notes, asking for more details of Ropes' encounter; ever the scientist. With his questions answered, the old rat explained "If one of those goo-girls does manage to best you, she'll probably ride you the whole day until your totally spent before letting you go. They don't seem to mean any one any harm but they just can't seem to get enough when it comes to sex and fluids."

"And what about these green slimes you were talking about earlier?"

"Oh, those beasties are totally corrupted and while the goos want your fluids, the slimes only seem interested in pumping you full of theirs." Rathazul shivered at the thought, "But they do have their uses. The slime they are made of can be treated chemically to make hard plates which can be formed into a sturdy armor. If you happen to beat some of them and find some large chunks, bring them back to me. It looks like you could use some armor and it'll be the same color as those limbs on your back. Might help you out in the future if folks don't happen to see 'those' before getting to know you."

Glancing back over his shoulder at his tendrils, Ropes nodded "I'll be sure to do that." The two exchanged their good-byes and Ropes headed off to continue exploring the lake area. The shore seemed to be more active here then before, foot pints of various creatures were skattered about going in and coming from the water. He spotted a couple bottles half buried in the sand, "Equinum" printed on the sides, but left them where he found them as he recalled Rathazul mentioning some thing about the effects of 'edibles' on travelers.

The lake seemed to go on forever as Ropes continued to explore, though there seemed to be little else about besides foot prints and the occassional bottle. That is, until he noticed a glint of the sun's light reflecting off of some thing beside a tree. "A sword?" he pondered, finding a finely crafted weapon buried in the side of the tree nearly to its hilt. Figuring a sword might come in handy, Ropes reached for it but quickly recoiled, his palm burning when he graspsed the handle as though he'd touched hot metal. Being a demon born in fire, the sensation of being 'burned' was truly new to him and he decided to leave the blade there lest he get burned again.

After washing his hand off, Ropes flopped down to relax and plan out his next move. Should he keep looking around or head back to Rathazul's camp or maybe make his way to the forrest he'd seen before.

Before he could come to a discision, out from the water slithered a goo-girl who flopped down on the shore near by, trying to mimic his pose with a silly grin on her face.

"You again?" the demon sighed and got to his feet, knowing how this was going to play out from before.

The goo-girl followed, raising up to 'stand' and then started to approach with her arms out as if seeking a hug.

Not to be caught off guard this time, Ropes chose to strike first in this encounter; one of his tendrils lashing out at the goo-girl, passing through her like a hot knife through butter. But, while this would have been a fatal blow against a solid foe, rending a goo in half barely seemed to slow her in the slightest.

"How the heck do you fight some thing made of liquid?" he aksed himself as he dodged to the side, the goo-girl having mimiced his strike with her own slimey tentacles. "They like fluids, Rathazul said. Maybe solids won't be to their liking." Driving both of his hands into the loose soil near the lake's edge, he scooped and threw handful after handful at the confused goo who unsuccessfully tried to duck them. With his foe distracted, trying to wipe the dirt from her form, Ropes caught hold of a large rock and hurled it at the goo-girl, splattering her under its weight. "And thats that." he said with a smirk, though that smirk faded quick when he saw the goo-girl's blue goo oozing up around the rock from all sides to half reform over it.

Still more blob than girl, the goo-girl looked up at Ropes with wide, sad eyes and reached out a hand towards him. But when he failed to respond to her pleading, she slumped off to the side of the rock and turned to stare at it.

It was then that Ropes realized her problem, her core was no were in sight. Slowly moving closer, he reaches past her to roll the rock to the side, uncovering her heart-shaped core which was partially imbedded in the ground from the impact. He then reached down to lift it up and watch as it was drawn back into her by the strand of goo which had managed to remain attatched to it. "All better?" the demon asked and tilted his head when the goo returned to her pleading pose, hands held out palms up. Hesitently, he took hold of her hands with a assumption of helping her to her 'feet' but once he started to pull, she quickly moved in towards him to nuzzle against his sheath. "Hey now, if you want some thing to drink, attacking people isn't the best way to go about getting it."

The goo-girl look up at him for a moment with a dazed look about her, apparently lacking the comprehention of his words, and then opened her mouth with her tongue out.

While she might not understand him, the offer she was trying to convey was fairly obvious and Ropes decided to give her what she wanted. Moving his hand down to stroke himself lightly, it didn't take long before his length began to slide up and out of his sheath, already dribbling with pre.

Not waiting for him, the goo-girl moved right in to wrap her wet lips about the tappered head of his cock and slid all the way down till her lips pushed his sheath back to his base.

"That hungry, huh?" he chuckled and took in the oddness of watching his own shaft moving about through her transparent head. With her hands on his hips, Ropes rested his own on her head and tried to guide her motions; finding the membrane covering her outsides having firmed up enough that his fingers failed to penitrate into her, though they did sink in slight as though he were trying to hold a water balloon. Her mouth was rather impressive in the sensation that it had to offer, her lips gliding back and forth along him while her nimble tongue swirled this way and that. But there was more to it than that, a strange tingle like he'd felt during their first fight when she'd thrown a glob of herself at him. It was almost like a drug, lust pure and simple, that made his length throb hard with spurs of pre and his balls churn with the need to release.

Obviously enjoying her meal, the goo-girl bobbed away without any signs of tiring. It only took a few minutes before her efforts were rewarded, the puma gasping when the first hot stream of seed raced through him to burst into the goo's mouth. More and more of his cum jetted from him and the more that did, the more the goo bobbed as if milking him of every last drop he held.

"Uhhh... I guess you were hungry..." he panted, opening his eyes to gaze down upon the now mostly white head at his loins. Drawing back in surprise, he stepped away to look her over, finding that her head did indeed hold most of his seed for the moment before she swallowed, moving the mass down to her belly with her core moving aside to let it pass. "ok... Now I've seen every thing."

Holding her belly with one hand, the goo-girl reached out for him with the other, sliding back over to grab at his still spurting cock.

"Didn't get enough the first time, did you?" Ropes chuckled as the goo nearly climbed up into his arms, forcing him down and onto his back where upon she oozed over him into a 'cow-girl' position. With her hands on his chest, the goo-girl began riding him for all he was worth and the fact that he was still cumming from the first time only seemed to make her more frenzied about it. "The old rat was right..." Ropes thought to himself as he watched his gooy partner rocking back and forth over him, getting a unique experience of being able to see his own shaft within her, her depths twisting about him in time with her bucking to literally milk him of his seed.

Nearly an hour past since this encounter intially began before the goo-girl finally seemed to be sated. Now more white than blue, she slumped off to the side, colapsing onto the beach as little more then a pearl colored blob; no longer even able to assume the slightest vastage of humanoid form. Standing up, Ropes made his way to the water to rinse off the lingering goo from his fur before turning to face the goo-girl again. Ever so slowly, she oozed back towards the lake and into the water where she soon vanished. Amusing himself with the off-white trail the goo-girl had left in her wake, he happened to notice some thing sparkling in the sand where she had layen; a couple gem stones. Having no pockets (as he lacked clothing) and no real interest in gems, he left them where they were and continued on his way.

After but a few minutes of exploring, Ropes' ears caught the sounds of mooing not to far from the shore where he was walking. Since cows often mean a farm and farms often means people, he decided to risk checking it out. Before him stood a quaint farmhouse, surrounded by a range of gardens filled with verious sorts of fruits and vegetables. Glancing about, he spotted a a figure currently working the pepper patch who stood up to stretch and in doing so, took notice of the stanger approaching the farm.

The farmer, feminine in appearance, waved him closer at first but quickly readied her pitchfoark once Ropes came close enough for her to get a good look at him. "Thats close enough stranger! I dont' take kindly to beasties on my farm." Standing there in a threatening pose was a canine looking woman in typical farm garb, much of which was dirty from tending the gardens.

Raising his hands to show that he was unarmed, Ropes started with "I'm not a demon... Despite how I look." remembering what Rathazul said about how the locals would react to him given his tendrils, and then set into a quick explaination about how he'd come to be in this land.

After listening to his tale, the canine nodded and lowered her pitchfork "Those portals... Usually its furless folk who stumble through them but your the first I've heard of who came in with fur." Giving Ropes a looking over, the farm girl held out a hand and introduced herself as Whitney. After explaining about how its rare for her to see demons running about the lake area and how most of the 'monsters' she does see are fairly weak there as well, she wished him luck on his journey as she needed to get back to tending her crops.

Turning back towards the lake, Ropes cotninued on in search of other settlements near by. The sun was hanging low in the sky before Ropes discovered any thing of interest, an old path leading away from the lake. "A road, perhaps?" he pondered as he made his way, noticing how little use this path has received lately, "Roads usually mean settlements so this one must lead some where... And I certainly don't want to spend the night near that lake."

But his hopes for finding a settlement were quickly dashed as he turned a bend to stand at the gates of a deserted town which had obviously been destroyed during some sort of attack ages ago. "Fucking fantastic..." the puma growled and continued in amoungst the rubble, looking about the area for any thing of use. Much to his surprise, the area was mostly devoid of tracks and the further into the town he walked, it became clear that nothing has been here in a long time.

Finding a building which at least had two walls still standing, Ropes descided the retire for the night; resting his back to the corner so that nothing could sneak up on him from behind. When the sun finally set, the quiet one would expect was absent as the land echoed with noises and cries, sounds of distant beasts doing god knows what to one another. Despite the distance of the sounds, Ropes could swear some thing was near, as though eyes were watching him in the dark but he could neither see nor hear any thing close by. What ever it was, it was very stealthy. He closed his eyes and relaxed, perking his ears at ever little sound and occassionally opening his eyes to gaze out into the darkness which of course did little to hide the world from him, given his natural feline night vision.

When morning finally came, Ropes stood with a stretch, cracking his back to fight the stiffness it had gained from sleeping against a wall. "Hmmm..." he paused to examine a faint print just outside the wall of the building, "Some thing was here last night." The print was small and animalistic, with pads and small claws. He searched about and discovered a few more, though who ever had made them was taking great care to conceal their movements. It was then that he heard it, some thing moving in the distance behind one of the buildings. He picked up a rock and threw it at the wall, yelling out "I know your there so you might as well come out!" There was silence for a few seconds and then a soft wushing sound, quickly followed by a stinging sensation in his shoulder. Turning to look, Ropes saw a dart sticking out of his shoulder, but it quickly blurred as the drug covering the dart took effect.

"Son of... A..." Ropes groaned, his head pounding as he regained conciousness. He was still laying in the ruined town where he'd blacked out. Who ever it was that had attacked him hadn't killed him while he was out, obviously trying to give him the "You're not welcome here" message. Looking skyward, he guessed that he'd been out for at least a couple hours. After removing the dart from his shoulder, Ropes looked about for a few mnutes in search of tracks; any sort of clue as to who had attacked him. Finding nothing, he gave up and headed out towards the lake, back tracking his own steps till he found the way to Rathazul's camp.

"Back so soon? Have you need of my skills, perhaps?" the old rat greeted him.

Ropes sat down and began explaining his recent encounter, showing Rathazul the dart that had fallen him so easily. Snatching it away, Rathazul dashed off to his table to analyse the dart and the drug that coated it.

"My my, some one sure knows their stuff," he exclaimed as he worked, "This drug was concocted from a mixture of local plants, but the strength of it... It takes some one close to my level of training to produce some thing so potent."

"That's nice and all but, can you make me some thing to count the effects?"

Rathazul scratched his chin for a moment before turning to address Ropes, "I could but... Why would you want it?"

"I'd like to know who darted me to start with and I'd rather not have it happen again so if I had a antidote, I'd be safe next time."

The old rat nodded and set to the task, mixing this with that and boiling other things, measuring them out and so on for an hour or so. "Its nice to work on some thing other than this cursed water for a change." he sighed and walked over to Ropes, handing him a bottle. "One sip of this will counter act that drug for a couple hours so I'd suggest taking some before going back to the place you were attacked."

Ropes took the bottle and looked it over for a moment before glancing down, taking note of his nudity.

"Oh, I have some thing... Wait right there." Rathazul wandered over to an old chest to fish around through its contents, returning with a couple items. "Here's an old pouch I used to use while gathering herbs. Might come in handy for you. And here," he handed him a scrap of cloth, "You can hook this over the belt of the pouch to make a loin cloth. Running around nude like this tends to excite the locals."

Ropes chuckled and pieced the two together, using the pouch as a belt to keep the make shift loin cloth in place, "I don't think it takes much to get the locals excited." He then went into telling of his most recent encounter with the goo-girl, figuring the old rat would be interested in it for his note, as well as the chance for him to brag about the encounter.

Rathazul scribbled down some notes and smirked "I doubt you'll have to worry about that goo again for a day or two, though the lake is full of them and its hard to tell one from the other, honestly."

"Well, at least I know how to deal with them for next time, right?" The two chuckled before Ropes continued, "Is there any way I can repay you for your help?"

The old rat waved his hand "I'm able to find most of what I need near by, saves me the gems and travel not having to buy the stuff. Though if you happen upon any thing unusual, please bring it back to me."

"Gems?" Ropes asked, recalling what the goo-girl had left behind that one time.

Rathazul nodded "yes, the people of this land seem to perfer to trade in fancy stones instead of for useful things. I'll never understand it, but thats just how things are done now a days."

Ropes thanked him again and headed off, staying a distance from the shore as he traveled back towards the ruined town. When he reached the gates, he paused to take a sip from the bottle of antidote and then ventured inside to search around. Paying a bit more attention to his surroundings this time, he went from one ruined building to another, finding useless scraps and a dusty old weapon rack.

About an hour in, his ears perked at a faint sound, leading him out into the open road to look around. Nothing, nothing at all. But when he turned to head to the next house, a muffled wush and a sharp sting in his arm signaled his attacker had returned. Faking the effects he'd felt last time, Ropes flopped down onto his back and went limp. He waited, eye closed, listening to see if his attacker would come closer this time.

"I guess you didn't get the hint last time," a feminine voice whispered as he could hear some one coming nearer, "Guess I'll have to do some thing more permantent this time." The sound of a blade being unsheathed snapped him from his attempted desception, lashing out blindly with his tendrils in the direction the voice had come from. When he felt them make contact with some thing warm and fur covered, he opened his eyes and lept from the ground towards it. Knocking his would be attacker to the ground, he snatched a dart from the belt around her waist and drove it into her shoulder, elisiting a pained squeak.

Ropes held the form pinned under him until it went still and then stood to look her over, finding a very thin mouse girl dressed in tattered rags laying unconcious before him; still clutching a blow pipe in her paw. Wasting no time, Ropes ripped her clothing to get a couple lengths of the material and bound her hands and feet before carrying her to the building he'd slept in the night before. "I'm not waiting two hours..." he mumbled and pulled the bottle from his pouch, tipping her head to pour a couple drops onto her tongue.

After a couple minutes, the mouse girl started to rouse, mumbling in her drugged stooper before finally getting her wits about her. Her eyes opened widely in fright when she found the demon cat sitting in front of her, trying to flee but unable to due to the bindings which held her. Glancing down, she noticed her clothing was ripped (more than it was to start with) and wiggled around, rubbing her thighs together as if trying to check herself.

"If your wondering if I took advantage of you while you were out, don't worry. You weren't out that long." Ropes spoke up to try and sooth her, figuring thats what she was worried about.

"You... you didn't?" She asked, looking up at him with the same frightened look. She struggled again and then fell back against the wall in defeat "Why?"

Ropes fought back a chuckle and leaned in closer "Well, for starters, I perfer my partners to be awake when I'm making love to them." His hands moved up along her legs without touching them, untying her belt to remove her darts and dagger, "And secondly, I make it a rule not to force myself upon the innocent."

"Innocent?" the mouse replied meekly.

"A virgin..." Ropes blurted out and sat back to give her some space, "Some one who's not had sex yet? You know."

The mouse gulped and looked down, the insides of her ears pinkening slightly.

"So tell me, why did you dart me last time? Or this time for that matter?"

There was a slight moment of silence before the mouse finally whispered "Because... This is my village and... The demons already destroyed it once."

"Well, as I keep finding myself explaining to people, I'm not the kind of demon you're thinking of. I'm not from here. I fell into this world through a portal and I'm looking for another one to get home."

Looking up for the first time to meet Ropes' gaze, the mouse girl nodded "I guess that's possible. I've heard of people coming here through those things and... You don't act like your tainted... I mean... You didn't...."

"And I'm not going to. Now, I'll untie you if you promice to keep still and talk with me for a moment. OK?"

The mouse nodded and watched as the cat used his claw to cut through the bindings around her ankles, turning so he could reach the ones holding her wrists. When she was finally free, she rushed to her feet and backed towards the opening in the wall.

"Hey now, you promiced you'd talk first." Ropes pointed out and held up her belt and blow pipe, "Don't you want these back?"

Pausing at his words, the mouse hesitently inched closer and reached out to snatch her belongings back. In a flash, she pushed a dart into the pipe and pointed it towards him, "Don't try any thing!"

Ropes simply chuckled "I'm not planning to and if you didn't notice, they don't work on me any more."

Looking at her pipe for a second, it dawned on her that he was right, and lowered it. "So..." she said as she leaned against the wall out of reach, "What do you want to talk about?"

Ropes began with his tale, thinking he should write it down to hand out to people considering how often he seemed to be telling it. When he finished, he inquired about the mouse, how her town had fallen into ruins and why she stayed.

"The demons destroyed it. They used their black magic and numbers to subdue my people and turn them into sex-toys before dragging them off. I came back once it was safe and waited here, hoping some one would come back some day to help rebuild. But it seems I'm the only one left in this world." the mouse said while wiping a tear from her eye.

"You know, there's a old rat down the way from here."

"A rat? Don't trust them. They gave themselve over to the demons instead of fighting them." she snapped.

"Really, this one didn't seem... I mean, not that I've actually met any one in this world who's...." Ropes stopped to think for a moment before continueing, "Actualy, I've only been here for two days and none of the 'people' I've met seemed corrupted."

"Around here they aren't so much. No one lives around here so the demons don't bother with this area."

"Sounds like a safe place to stay then." Ropes nodded and looked around, "And you seemed pretty good at hiding."

The mouse's ears pinkened slightly at the compliment, "By the way, my name is Amily."

"Oh, I guess with all of the darting and stuff I forgot my manners. They call me Ropes."

Amily nodded and asked if there was any thing else he wanted to talk about, finding the cat full of questions about this land which she tried her best to answer. She spent the rest of the day telling him about the lore and the truths of her home land, of the creatures which lurked about and her encounters with them. Some of her stories made her sad and others blush, but Ropes listened intently to all of them. It was obvious that Amily had been alone for a long time and she seemed to relish the chance to talk to some one else. The hours flew past unnoticed by either till the setting sun and the coming darkness pulled them back.

"I guess I should be going... It can get crazy around here when the sun goes down..." Amily stood up and stretched, trying to excuse herself.

"Ya, I can imagine. I hope you won't mind me camping out here again?"

Amily shoke her head and smiled "I don't mind."

"I'm not going to get darted when I wake up in the morning am I?" Ropes said with a smirk.

Amily flashed a buck-toothed grin "Probably not..." and dashed off into the night.

Ropes reclaimed his spot in the corner of the two walls and tried to get as comfortable as he could, needing a good nights rest for what ever was to come tomorrow. The night passed as it had before, howls and moans in the distance which occassionally woke the cat from his sleep. When dawn finally hit, Ropes stretched out his kniks from the night and glanced about as if expecting Amily to show up. "I wonder where she's hiding?" He searched around a little, but it seemed the mouse girl was very skilled when it came to concealing her movements and even the prints from her leaving last night ended just outside of the building where she must have climb up some thing to jump away.

Following the path back to the lake, Ropes continued on his way around its edge. "How big is this thing?" he wondered after a couple hours of walking, "Its more like a ocean." His grumbling was cut short when he heard some thing in the water near by, turning to see a transparent green form surging from the lake towards him.

Traveling to short almost in the form of a wave, the green sludge hit the shore and lifted up, assuming a humanoid form similar to the goo-girl, but with a obviously more masculane cut to it.

"Its too early for this shit..." the puma sighed and waved his paws about before him, mumbling strange words which conjured a fiery rune between his paws which then burst forward in a great gought of flames. The green slime was caught mid charge and totally engulfed by the fire, leaving it thrashing about on the beach with steam and smoke pouring from it. Ropes smirked and then nearly stumbled, the casting having left him feeling exosted. "What the... A basic spell like that shouldn't have drained me so..." he straightened up, trying not to show any signs of weakness as his foe continued towards him, looking smaller than before.

Once within striking distance, the slime lashed out with one of its arms which collided with puma's chest, splattering slime every where as well as knocking the demon from his feet. Stretching up into the air, the slime spread itself out like a net as it dropped down over Ropes to capture him but only managed to hold him for a moment before the struggling cat pulled himself free.

"Gross!" Ropes yelled, trying to wipe the foul smelling muck from his fur. It smelled like a mixture of poluted water and old cum, but despite this, the fumes the slime gave off seemed to kindle his lust; his cock tip peeking out from his sheath. Recalling his earlier battles, he looked around the slime as he dodged another swipe, trying to locate its core. "No core huh?" he grumbled and jumped back, grabbing a large rock to hurl at the slime.

The rock tore through the slime but it quickly closed back up and continued its assault, faster and more hostile than the goo-girls. Again and again it lashed out at the puma, occassionally hitting but missing more often than not.

Ropes began trading blows with the beast, though his claws had little effect and his tendrils only seemed to slow it momentarily when he slashed through it with one. "This is getting me no where fast and I don't dare use magic again..." Rolling out of the way of another assault, Ropes happened to spot a old pipe sticking up out of the sand and made a dash for it, jerking it free. With a weapon of sorts now in hand, he lept into the air screaming "Fucking die already!" and brought the pipe down as a warrior would a great claymore sword.

Strangly enough, the blow split the slime in half and left it straggering before it finally collapsed into a pile of motionless ooze.

"You've got to be shitting me?" Ropes watched in disbelieve as his foe slowly seeped into the sand, leaving behind little more than a clump of green slime with a couple gem stones embedded within it. Hefting his pipe over his shoulder, the puma scooped up the slime and headed back down the shore in search of Rathazul's camp. After a couple hours of walking, he scratched his head "It should be right here..." Looking to the sky, he managed to spot a small plum of smoke in the distance and trailed it, letting it lead him back to the camp.

"Here you go old man." Ropes called out and dropped the chunk of solidified slime onto the table near Rathazul, "You don't want to know what I had to go through to get that."

Turning to face the puma, Rathazul looked him over for a moment and then chuckled "I take it you encountered a green slime then? Nothing like the goos, are they?"

Ropes shook his head "Nothing I did to it seemed to have any real effect. If I hadden't found this pipe..." He held out the rusty old thing, which was still glistening with slime.

Rathazul Scooped a sample from the pipe before nodding "You'll find that weapons serve you far better here than your claws, youngling."

"Great... Don't suppose you have a sword laying around here some where, do you?"

"Oh my, no. I've never been much of a fighter," Rathazul replied, "Though there's occassionally merchants who travel through these lands who might have some, or you could always take a weapon from some one you've beaten in battle."

Ropes tilted his head "I haven't seen any of the goos or slimes carrying weapons, thankfully."

"Well, I suppose you could always find one laying around... People seem to leave items all over the place."

"I guess... I have spotted a strange number of things just laying around the lake." Ropes realized some thing and asked "Say, this might sound funny but, did you move your camp or some thing?"

"No, I've been here for the longest time. Why?"

"Well, when I tried to get back here, your camp wasn't where I remembered it being."

Rathazul chuckled and looked around "Another quirk of our world, the landscape has a tendancy to shift now and then. I've gotten so used to it it didn't occure to me to mention it to you."

"The land moves?" Ropes asked, a bit skeptical.

"No, not moves, it shifts. Its hard to explain, honestly." Rathazul tried his best to explain how the realm worked, some areas shifting while others remained constant.

"That might explain the lake then, seems like I've been walking around it forever without circling it."

"Yes yes, it may seem disorienting to newcomers but I assure you, once you've become formilair with a location, you'll be able to find it any time you want to without having to search for it." Rathazul took a moment to pick the gems out of the slime Ropes had brought him and put them into a small bag which he offer to the puma, "These may come in handy at some point for you."

Ropes nodded and dropped them into his belt pouch, "Thanks again." Before he set off again, Ropes remembered another question that had been bothering him "Say, there's magic in this land, right?"

"Magic? Why of course there is, what makes you ask such a silly question?"

"Where I come from, magic is pretty common place but when I was fighting that slime, I cast a basic spell and felt overly drained after. Any thought as to why?"

"As you might have noticed, my expertize tends more towards science than sorcery but if I were to guess, I'd say that the source of the magic in your world is different than the source in our world. I've heard mention before that mages here use their own strength to fuel their spells. So it stands to reason that the spell you cast took its energy from you directly, instead of where ever it normally comes from for your kind.'

Ropes sighed "This place just gets stranger and stranger..."

Heading back out towards the lake, Ropes tried to picture the farm he'd stumbled across earlier in his mind and walked, testing to see if what the old man had said was true. An hour of walking failed to lead him to the farm but was long enough for him to encounter another green slime. This time, with pipe in hand, Ropes battered away at the beast till the slime fell before him; seeping away with but a couple gems remaining behind in the sand.

As he leaned over the retrieve his prize, Ropes noticed that his loin cloth was a bit tented. "Why am I getting turned on around some thing like that?" he wondered to himself while walking, searching for a couple hours longer until he managed to locate the farm again.

Whitney was busy tending her crops and only paused long enough to wave when she saw the puma approaching, "How's the adventuring been going?"

Sitting down on a stump, Ropes regailed his tales of goos and slimes, elisiting a chuckle from Whitney. "Say, if I give you a hand with things around here, could I crash in your hay loft or some thing for the night?"

"Sure, it'd be nice to have a bit more help around here for once." Whitney wasted no time putting the demon to work; the two picking verious peppers from the different patches, mucking out one of the barns, and then stopped to enjoy some lunch.

Ropes was sure to ask about the 'effects' of the food before eatting it, seeming slightly surprised when Whitney laughed at his question and told him it was just plain old bread and milk.

"Not every thing will turn you into some thing, you know? The stuff that does stuff to you will be obvious, though for most of us, it takes a lot of that stuff to have an effect."

Ropes pointed to one of the baskets of peppers they'd been picking "What about those? They all sort of look like... ummmm...."

"Peckers?" Whitney finished his statement with a grin, "That they do and if you eat too many of them, your kitty cock might end up being a doggy dong."

Ropes held up a slice of bread and laughed "I'll stick to this then I think, I'm a bit attatched to my cock as it is."

After their meal, the two finished up a couple more chorses before calling it an evening. Whitney went to her farm house while Ropes retired to the hay loft. When morning finally came, Ropes stretched and headed out to find Whitney already busy with her farm work. He helped her out for a couple hours more before deciding he needed to continue on his way. "Say Whitney, you have cows here. Do you make cheese by any chance?"

"I have a little aging in the cellar, but its just for me. Never had much call for the stuff. Every one seems to just want my peppers and milk."

Ropes fished out a few gems from his bag and held them out to the dog-morph "I'll buy some if you don't mind parting with it."

Whitney nodded and headed back to the house to get a hunk of cheese from her stash, wrapping it up for him. "I'd eat it up soon, getting hot around here and cheese doesn't keep the best in the heat."

"Don't worry, I'm taking it to a friend I met and I'm sure it won't last long." Ropes said as he paid Whitney the gems and headed out.

Concentrating on the village, Ropes searched for a few hours till he discovered the road again and headed down into the abandoned village. "Amily?" he called out a few times before the mouse girl popped out of hiding, blowpipe in hand. "There you are, I brought you some thing."

Amily slowly made her way closer, still slightly warry of the demon, but that didn't last long when her nose caught a wiff of what he held out. "Is that...?" she managed before darting in to unwrap the hunk of cheese, "It is!"

Ropes chuckled as he watched the mouse do what he'd expected her too, chomping down the cheese as fast as she could. "You looked like you hadn't had a good meal in some time and..." He paused, looking the mouse girl over more closely. Some thing was different. She was still faily thin, but now there was a slight buldge to her belly and it was too big to be from the cheese.

Amily finished off the last of the hunk before noticing Ropes' gaze, following it down to her belly and then turned away shyly with a blush pinkening her ears.

Inhaling deeply, the puma smirked and whispered "I see I wasn't the only one who has visited this place recently."

Turning away to hide her face, Amily nodded and after a moment of awkward silent admitted "After you left the other morning... A human wandered into the villege. He was a nice guy, untainted and... sort of cute, for a human." She slowly turned back to face Ropes without making eye contact with him "We talked for a bit and I asked him if he'd help me... I mean, my race out."

Ropes could sense where this was going, not simply because of the swell of her belly, but he could feel her loss of innocence. This human had taken her for the first time and had left his young within her, though it had only been a day or so since he'd left the village. How could she posibly be showing already?

Amily looked up for the first time and continued her story, telling of how he'd agreed to lay with her, to help her restore her species. She then explained the mixture she'd consumed after, a special potion she'd gotten from some goblins that would allow her to give birth quickly and her young would grow to adulthood within hours.

Taking it all in, Ropes simply shrugged as the whole thing made about as much sense as any thing else he'd encountered thus far in this land. But soon, his mind shifted to other possibilities and a coy grin crossed his lips. "So, how was he?"

Tilting her head, the mouse girl looked slightly confused at his question "How was he?"

Ropes nodded and made a crewd gesture with his paws, sticking a finger in and out of his others to suggest sex.

Amily suddenly got a look of realization on her face that was quickly followed by her blushing so deeply that it was visible through her fur. She turned away and whimpered "You shouldn't ask me that..."

Ropes just laughed "Typical virgin."

Spinning around with her blowpipe in hand, Amily get out a little growl "You wanna get darted again?!?"

The puma put his hands up defensively but couldn't stop himself from chuckling at her display. "Well, I'm glad that you are on your way to replenishing your species then," he tried to break the mood, "Will mister right be moving in to help you with the kids then?"

Amily's face when blank, "I... He.... I'm not sure if I'll ever see him again, honestly." Putting both hands over her belly to rub the swell there, she sighed "This land has a habit of making people dissapear..."

"Ummm... Well, if he doesn't show back up, you said those kids will become adult quickly so its not like you'll be alone, right?"

Wiping away a tear that was forming, the mouse looked down "They won't be staying here..."

Ropes stepped closer and reached out to lightly touch her arm.

"I'll have to send them away, this place isn't safe. It didn't protect the others..."

Easing the small female in against his chest, he hugged her tightly to him while she whept, dampening his chest fur with her tears. While she cried it out, he simply kept her close and tried to comfort her as best as he could. When she seemed to be near the end, he give her round ear a soft nuzzling and whispered "I'm getting better at navigating this place so I can try to drop in and check on you when I can."

Amily slowly lifted her head to look up into Ropes' white eyes, forcing a smile.

Ropes smiled back and with but a few seconds pauses, lowered to touch his lips to her own, giving her a light kiss.

Pushing him away, Amily stumbed back and pulled her blowgun from her belt.

"I..." Ropes stammered, holding up his hands as he struggled to find the words to explain but it was already becoming obvious to the mouse as he his loin cloth was already beginning to tent. "I'm sorry. Its this place..."

"I thought you were different, but your not, are you?" she continued to back away, "Now that I'm not a..." and with that, she turned and ran off into the village.

Ropes just stood there and watched her vanish, unable to control his throbbing erection. "What the heck?" he pondered and walked out towards the lake. He had no idea why he'd gotten so worked up so easily but the feeling wasn't going away no matter how mad he got at himself for it. He needed release, he needed to take this out on some one.

As if heeding the call, Ropes spotted some thing moving in the lake, a fin breaking the surface and heading straight for him. Just before it reached the shore, the fin slipped under the water and then erupted forther as a grey blur which lauched into the air over him to land behind him. Spinning about, the puma found himself nearly face to face with a grey skinned woman wearing little more than a revealing black bikini.

The strange woman flashed a wide grin, showing off her many dagger-like teeth before speaking "Wanna play? Heads up though, I play 'rough'!" And with that, she rushed at him with the same blinding speed as before.

Leaping to the side to avoid her attack, Ropes turned to find her half bent over, tail up to show off her ass. He paused for barely a second to take in what he was seeing before her powerful shark tail lashed out to send his pipe flying from his hand. He back stepped to put some room between him and his foe, this only gave the shark girl room to charge at him to try the same trick; though this time he knew it was coming and caught hold of her tail before it connected with him, digging his claws in to get a good grip on her.

Crying out in pain, the shark girl twisted around to snap at him, nearly catching his arm with those sharp teeth of her's. The attack, despite having missed, was enough to free her tail from his hold and allowed her a chance to back up to prepair another charge.

Not one to keep falling for the same gimmic over and over, Ropes glanced about to take in his surroundings and then side stepped to get into just the right possition. When the shark girl rushed forward towards him again, he lashed out with his tendrils to catch hold of her and used the energy of her motion to fling her face first into a near by fallen tree.

The shark girl tried to stop herself from crashing into the tree but was simply moving too fast to prevent it. This move was more suucessfur than Ropes had planned as the shark girl had hit the tree mouth open and her teeth were now imbedded in the wood, pulling several of them from her jaws when she freed herself. "Huckkk!" she mumbled, running her fingers along her bleeding gums while staring at the teeth lodged in the tree, "Hoo Adholl!" In a rage, she charged at the puma again intent on tackling him but only recieved an upper cut to her already aching chin for her efforts.

After a couple more clashes, the shark girl finally fell to the beach, to battered to continue fighting with Ropes standing over her. "Had enough?" he asked, his fists still raised threatening. But much to his surprise, the shark girl rolled onto her back and began pulling her bikini off, leaving her complately nude before him with her thigh spread invitingly. "You really think I'm going to fall for that?"

"Please... I need this!" she cried out, cupping her breast with one hand while her other teased her very wet cunt. Apparently shark girls get turned on by fighting and this one was offering herself up to be used by the winner.

The sight of her fondling herself so energetically was enough to tent Ropes' loin cloth and after glancing around to make sure they were alone, he dropped what little clothing he wore onto the ground before pouncing. His tendrils took to her first, wrapping about her arms to pin them back against the beach while he held her thighs open with his hands, allowing him to dive into her gash with his tongue. This wasn't about foreplay, he needed to taste her, the scent of her excitement was so feral and over powering. Thrusting in past her labia after several laps, he was greated by the strangest of sensations; walls of her sex covered with dozens of small feeler-like structures that wiggled and wrapped about his invading tongue.

The shark girl moaned and thrashed about under his oral assault, grinding her hips upwards into him while her legs struggled against his grip as they tried to clamp shut to trap his head. When the puma witchdrew his tongue from her spasming depths, she let out a sigh of dissapointment before jumping at the feeling of his rough, feline tongue rasping over her erect clit.

Ropes circled the tip of his tongue about her stiff bitch button for a moment before playfully nibbling at her, ammusing himself with just how responsive her body was to even the lightest of stimulation. But playtime was over and he had other things in mind as he climbed up over her, roughly kneading both of her breasts with his hands while he moved his throbbing length into position. When he felt the tapered tip of it slip between her loose folds, his hips slammed forward to bury him to the root within her. There, he clung to her and savored the unique sensation of her depths wiggling about him with her feelers wrapping about and stroking the many soft spurs that lined his maleness.

"Please...?" the shark girl whimpered to end his stillness, gasping when his hips finally drew back, dragging those spurs along her inner walls to offer her as an unusual feeling as her feelers gave to him. Her powerful arms finally managed to to gain the upper hand on his tendrils and wrapped about her lover, grapsing handfuls of his fur as she bucked herself upwards to meet his thrusts.

"This was almost too easy." Ropes thought to himself while he worked his prize, rolling her nipples about under his thumbs and then giving them a lite pinch between the points of his claws. The battle itself was not that simple but what he was doing now, it was almost as if the fighting was a form of foreplay for this species as she had nearly thrown herself to him the moment after he'd bested her. "Though now that I think about it, Amily did describe many of the creatures of this land as hyper-sexed, wishing for little more than to fuck their brains out at any given monent." If that was the way of things here, then the puma would obligue; his hips gaining in both speed and strength to pound himself against the shark's. He could feel how soaked she was getting, the fur of his crotch wet and matted with her lust, added to by the near constant trickle of pre which escaped his length.

Claws dug into the cat's back as the shark girl cried out in pleasure, her first climax overtaking her. Her legs locked up behind his rear to hold him fully within her while her powerful tail trashed about below between his own legs in order to keep the gyrations going. All along his length, her feelers danced, caressing him from base to tip between the strong contractions of her vaginal muscles.

When her body eventually began to relax, Ropes redoubled his efforts to make up for lost time, hammering himself to his lover with a lustful fury. Between his pace and the way her depths toyed with him, it didn't take long before the cat was gritting his teeth and trying to hold back; an inner battle that was lost when he felt the shark girl tensing again under him. Just as her second climax struck, so did his first. Driving as deeply as he could, Ropes ground himself to her and came, great jets of fiery demon seed rushing forth to fill her passage swiftly past its ability to contain his load till white strings gushed from around him to paint their loins.

The pair continued to grind and rock against one another until both were finally spent. Only when he had nothing left to give did Ropes finally untangle himself from the shark girls embrace, leaving her there to bask in the sun, surrounded by a pool of their leavings which the land began to drain away. Fetching his loincloth and pipe, he also snatched up a small gem pouch that was tied to the shark girl's bikini bottom. He'd earned it and she was in no condition to voice any protest. As he walked along the lake's shore, he found a new sense of peace had filled him, as if all of his pent up lust had been released when he had the shark girl. Perhaps that was the nature of this world, or alteast the effect it had on him.

With his mind clear, it was little effort to locate Whitney's farm. The dog morph was busy in one of the fields as she always was, pausing long enough to wave to him before returning to her work. Needing to rest up from his last battle, he flopped down to lay in the sun and chatted with Whitney while she worked, serving to keep her entertained with the tales of his recent exploits.

"Them shark girls are rough characters, they are. The just love picking fights." she replied once he'd finished and then plucked a canine pepper to toss at him jokingly, "But they seem happy as long as they get a stiff one after."

Ropes laughed and sat up "Is it true that pretty much every thing out there is trying bone every thing else?"

Whitney nodded and leaned against her pitch fork "Seemed the be the way, I guess, but we don't have that sort of problems around my farm."

Ropes perked at that, he hadn't even realized how quiet it actualy was around here. "How do you manage to keep those things out of here?"

"Well, I do have my pitch fork here..." she brandished the farm tool as though it were a prized weapon, "But I have some help here abouts as well. Marble swings a pretty big hammer when some thing does make it onto the farm and Kelt typically makes sure nothing even gets on the farm to start with."

"Oh, I didn't even know any one was here besides you. This is a pretty big farm, guess I must have not run into them yet."

Whitney nodded "I keep'em pretty busy with their chorses but I bet you'll bump into them eventually." She walked over toward the barn and returned with a few baskets in tow "Say, speaking of chorses, any chance you could give a lady a hand or four?" she asked with a smirk.

Ropes nodded with a chuckle and stretched his tendrils, getting them limbered up before joining Whitney in picking peppers. With his help, they had the entire field havisted in no time, leave them time for chatting until Whitney challenge him to a race around the farm. In the end, the two ended up sprawled out in the shade of a tree to catch their breath.

"As fun as all this has been, I should be getting back to work." the dog morph said as she stretched.

"I guess, it'll give me a chance to explore the farm a bit before the sun goes down." Ropes waved before heading out to look around the place, wandering past a pasture full of grazing cows and then several more fields of various plants. Making his way around the barn, he nearly ran into a large cow girl coming from the other direction in an obvious hurry.

"Oh, hello there..." she began, dropping her hands from her breasts; the material of her top clearly soaked around the nipples.

Ropes took a second to look her over as there was a lot of her to take in, the cow girl towering over him. "I'm guessing your Marble, right?"

"Why yes, how did you know?"

"Whitney told me there were others on the farm that helped her out. She mentioned your name." Ropes held out his hand "They call me Ropes."

Marble took the puma's hand to shake it but quickly drew her own back, her palms damp from holding her milk seeping nipples seconds ago. "Its nice to meet you but I have some where I really need to be right now. Perhaps we can chat later?"

Ropes barely had time to nod before Marble was on her way again, dashing off to the barn where she closed the door behind her; the click of a lock signaling her intent on being alone for what ever it was she was up to. But curiousity was getting the better of the cat and he soon surrended to it, creeping over to the door to rest his ear against it. Inside, he could hear some sort of machinery running and a repeditive sucking sound that was occassionally folllowed by a soft moan. It didn't take much for him to figure out what was happening and it brought a smirk to his muzzle "This place..." After a bit more exploring, the cat finally called it a night and headed to the hay loft.

When morning came, Ropes arose with a stretch and made his way to the main house, joining Whitney for breakfast and then a couple hours of harvesting peppers before he headed out to the lake to continue exploring. Now that he had a pouch to carry things, he started picking up the occassional bottles of Equinum he found, figuring Rathazul could make use of them some how or perhaps he could sell them to who ever it was Whitney was selling her goods to. As he continued on, he noticed an odd tree near the shoreline. It seemed to be fruitbaring but the fruit that hung from it was oddly shaped, remindng him of felines for some reason.

After collecting a few of them, the demon turned his attention back to the lake at seemingly just the right moment to notice some thing heading towards him at a surprising speed. Taking cover being a near by hill, he watched as the odd object neared the shore; it looked like a large open box with some sort of gazebo on it. "A boat or some thing?" he pondered when it ran ashore, extending a gangplank so that several robed figures could rush onto the shore and then the craft back out into the lake. Heading off in different directions, the new comers quickly vanished.

Once they were all out of sight, Ropes made his way further around the lake shore. "I wonder if some one could even map this place out?" He'd been keeping an eye on all of the landmarks he'd been passing, oddly shaped trees or clusters of rocks, trying to remember them so he could tell if he'd passed by them before. As always, the lake seemed to go on forever. He'd been walking for at least an hour before he noticed some thing in the water moving, heading towards him.

What emurged from the lake was no longer a surpise any more, though the blue blob that quickly formed into a goo girl was surprised, however, by the pose her intended victim was taking.

Ropes was standing there with his hands out to stop her and then began making a series of lude, sugestive motions as if trying to get a message across to her. Of course, the goo tilted her head this way and that in confusion. That is, until the demon began stroking himself to arousel while waving her closer. "There's no need to fight, you know. This is what you want, right?"

The goo girls expression switched from perplexed to excited when it finallly dawned upon her what he was suggesting. Dropping down into her blob-like lower half to get her to the right height, the goo headed straight for his stiffness, cupping his balls with one hand while her other held him about the base so that she could lick at his tip. Her efforts were soon rewarded with the first trickle of pre, coaxing her into taking him in entirely till her lips pushed back on his sheath.

"This is so much eaiser than fighting..." the demon purred to himself as he slowly swayed his hips, ammusing himself again with the view of his cock through her transparent head, "I wonder if any one else has ever thought to try this."

The goo girl was oblivious to his pondering, her limited mind focused souly upon the sweetness of the fluid she was sampling.

As he worked himself against her, Ropes could sense the corruption, the feeling of lust building within him from the contact he was having with her. It was as if her entire form were trained with an aphrodesiac that seeped into him where ever he touched her. But it wasn't important, he was a pleasure demon after all and now that he was figuring out how this land worked, he should be able to handle it better. Despite his selfcontrol, the effect of her contact and the skill with which her tongue darted about his length quickly brought him to his limits. Grasping handfuls of her gooey hair, Ropes ground his loins to her face as he unleashed a hot turrent of his jizz.

The goo in turn caught hold of his hips to prevent him from withdrawing, nursing away at the over abundance of tastey seed that poured out into her. Quickly, her head was filled with white that soon began to flow down her throat and around her core which jumped to the side to make room, less it would find itself floating in the middle of the pool that was forming wihtin her.

Once the goo's 'feeding' had concluded, Ropes watched her flop back onto the shore to rub her distended belly; looking as if she were pregnant with a visible pool of white filling her middle. He too was very fatigued by their encounter, though not as spent as he had been previously. He was learning, growing stronger day by day, and soon he felt as though he'd master this world's secrets as he had others. Spotting a couple gleaming gems floating within the goo, Ropes stopped short of reaching for them when he noticed the water surging near by.

From the waves raise a couple more goo-girls, silly smiles crossing their lips as they spied the puma standing there proudly over another of their kind.

"Ok, I'm ready for this..." Ropes took a deep breath and bared his claws, prepairing to to fight until a thought caught him. He'd wished to test himself and taking on two goos at once seemed the perfect way to do it. As they drew near, he charged and lept towards them, meeting them mid way. With blinding speed, his tendrils lashed out to wrap about their maluable forms in pairs before plunging their tips into the goos. A tendril penitrating their mouths and another thrusting in where their genitals should be, a action which caught both off guard.

Standing between the two, Ropes simply grinned and watched as his phallic limbs began pounding away at their chosen orifices. All four trickling with pre which seemed to sedate their 'victims' who went limp under the assault, allowing him to have his way with them. His plan seemed to be proceeding without a hitch until he noticed the first goo-girl begin to move, though still bloated with his seed, she seemed to be taking and interest in the activities. At first, the goo simply slumped against his leg and watched as her 'sisters' were willingly violated, but it didn't take long for her attention to refocus on Ropes' manhood just above her head.

Between his natural sex drive and the lust inducing effects of the twins' on the flesh of his tendrils, the demon was already up and good to go for another round. He shivered at the sensation of the goo nuzzling and kissing at his shaft, his hands moving to push her away and guide her over onto all fours where he could kneel behind her. Unable to find a actual hole between her wobbly ass cheeks, he simply thrust through her membrane and began pounding away.

The foursome didn't last as long as his pride would have willed it, it was all simply too much simulation even for a pleasure demon to handle. His tendrils popped first, visibly swelling with the first gush of hot seed that flowed through them and into the goo-girls to erupt forth like hoses. He dug his fingers into the soft hips of the other goo and howled as he added to the load he'd filled her with earlier. In the end, all four ended up laying limply upon the sandy beach, to spent or full to move. After an hour of basking, the goos took turns hugging and kissing Ropes before slowly sinking back into the waves; several gems left on the sand in their wake.

The puma collected his 'winnings' and stumbled off towards Rathazul's emcampment where he flopped down to recover, dumping out the items he'd found around the lake to see if the old rat could make use of them. The only thing Rathazul seemed interested in, however, was the details of Ropes' last encounter.

"Three of them you say? At the same time?"

The puma nodded and ran his hands across his fur, trying to scrape the lingering goo from it "I hate the idea of washing off in the lake water, who knows what effect it has since the things living in it are so... You know."

Rathazul offered him a towel and a bottle of a chemical he assured would clean off the goo (hopefully without removing the puma's fur), and then returned to taking notes. "This is most fastinated. Your encounters seem to be unique compared to others I've heard of. Though admittedly, you yourself are unique in this world."

"Ya, I think I'm getting the hang of this place. Despite all that sex, I'm still pretty worked up but only as bad after all three of them as I was after the first run in with a goo I had." Ropes finished cleaning himself off and chuckled "I bet it won't be long before I can handle a army of those things."

"Good heavens..." Rathazul gasped "I'd hate to see such a mass gathering of goo-girls becoming common place."

Ropes flashed a toothy grin "I know, they might all be waiting next time you go down there for samples."

"Don't make such a jest!" the old rat scolded before returning to his lab table, though his inner ears were slightly pinkened by the thought.

Ropes reclined against a near by tree and napped the day away, testing to see if his body could surpress his urges on its own. He awake just before sunset and shared a meal with Rathazul who who then retired to his tent for the evening. Ropes returned to the tree, reclining and listening to the sounds of the night; animals and monsters alike crying out in lustful need or as the victims of some othing else's lust. All in all, this was the closest to 'home' he'd ever found in the many places he'd traveled. It didn't take long for him to doze back off, only to be awoken by the morning sun raise.

A couple days past, filled with fighting and sex. Slimes beaten down with his mighty pipe and goos filled full by his other 'pipe'. Shark girl after shark girl were brought to their knees before him and then taken on all fours. The more he fought, the stronger he felt and it all quickly started to seem too easy.

"And what have we here?" the demon took note of a new addition to the lake, a human-looking young woman dressed in strange and very revieling clothing was knealing in the distance praying in a odd language he had never heard before. With his new sense of confidence, Ropes simply approached the girl who looked up at him with a lewd, almost insane looking epression.

Standing up, the girl's clothing began to shift and twist, spreading out over her body like a liquid to take on the form of a whorish nurse's suit. Before even a word was said by either, the girl began running her hands up along her white latex clad form to cup her ample barely concealed breasts, squeezing them together to show off her cleavage while staring lewdly at the demon.

While the display itself was slightly erotic in a rather baytent way, there was more to it, some thing magical in nature which Ropes could feel seeping into his being to send a lustful rush to his loins.

Lowering his guard while staggering towards the human, Ropes licked his lips as he looked her over. The girl continued to fondle her breast with one hand whilst the other darted down to lift her dress, revieling the fact that she was not wearing any thing more than a light shean of arousel that trickled from her swollen labia down her thighs.

A wicked grin crossed the naughty nurse's bright red lips as she reached out to her mesmerized victim, but that expression faded when he slapped her hand aside.

"Do you honestly think I'm that weak of mind?" Ropes snapped and caught the girl by the throat, lifting her from the ground. This time it was the demon who was grinning, watching her gasp and struggle against him helplessly.

Reaching behind her back, the nurse draw forth a dagger and lashed out at the puma's arm, causing him to drop her. "Now be a good patient and let your medicine kick in."

"Medicine?" Ropes glanced down at the light wound on his fore arm, taking note of a white colored liquid there mingling with the blood that ran over his fur.

Running the blade along her tongue, the nurse whispered "Perhaps you need another shot to make you comfortable."

Ropes shook his head to clear away the fog that was washing over his brain. It wasn't the sensation of poison, more along the lines of a numbness that made his legs weak but his heart race at the same time. But the most noticable effect seemed to be how hard his cock was getting, with spurts of pre rushing from the tip.

"Here kitty-kitty, be a good boy and..." the nurse's words were cut off by one of Ropes' tendrils knocking the blade from her hand, another lashing out to take her feet out from under her.

Walking towards her, Ropes bared his fangs and claws, "My dear, the only one who's about to get a fluid inject around here is going to be you..."

Once again, the girl's clothing shifts, taking on the appearing of a country farm girl. “Please don’t hurt me! Even though I knew there were bandits coming, I couldn’t leave my mother behind. Take whatever you want, I won’t get in your way, but please leave us alone!” she cried out in mock terror, apparently trying to play the role her clothing now reflected.

"So thats your thing, huh? Some kind of dress up fetish?" the demon asked as he stood over her, noticing the faintest of grins slipping past her attemps to stay in character. "Well my little bumpkin, lets get to planting seeds in fertile soil."

Grabbed and shived back against the ground, the girl cried out for help and struggled against the much stronger demon. She kept up the act as he clothing was torn, her arms bound by his phallic limbs, and finally his engorged cock shoved roughly into her overly wet cunt.

Ropes could tell this was what she wanted, to be raped, hard and fast. His suspitions were confermed shortly after he'd started when he began to feel her move against him, her lewd moans betraying the tears that still rolled down her cheeks. Giving into the role-play a little, Ropes covered her mouth with one hand and fondled her breast with the other, catching her nipple between the points of his claws to pinch and tug at.

For nearly a half hour he pounded away at her, driving her through several muffled orgasms before he too reached his limits and unloaded into her depths. Slipping free of her cum drooling folds, he shook his cock to paint her belly with the final spurts before walking away without a word, leaving her laying there with a look of utter bliss upon her face.

"I'll be taking this," he called out as he plucked her fallen dagger from the sand, "A trophey of my victory." He then made his way back to Rathazul's camp, figuring he'd be interested in the tales of his recent enounter.

"And her clothing kept changing, you say?" the old rat asked as he examined the dagger.

Ropes nodded, "And it was like she wanted me to beat and rape her. Are all of the humans here kinky like that?"

"Not that I'm aware of... But you said you saw robed figured landing on the beach before. Perhaps your strange fetish cultist was one of them."

"Great, that means there's more of them out there running around." Ropes finished bandaging his arm and then made his way to Rathazul's side "So whats with that dagger? It feels like it has a magical arua about it but the blade itself looks like its been poisoned."

Rathazul held the dagger handle up to watch as a pinkish white fluid slowly dripped from the tip, "Actually, your right on both accounts. It would appear as if this dagger produces a poison when its wielded."

"So these cultist try to use magic to seduce people and when that fails, they stick them with aphrodesiac covered daggers?" Ropes shook his head, "They want to bring you down and rape you or get beat and wait for you to rape them... As if this place needed yet another group doing that."

Perking at a thought, Ropes reached into his belt pouch and pulled out five hunks of green gel, "Say, I gathered enough of this stuff to make that armor you were talking about a while back."

Rathazul took the gel from the puma and dropped it into a empty cauldron before pouring in the content of several different vials. "This shouldn't take long at all." he stated, watching the mixture rapidly come to a boil as he sturred it. He then fetch a large mold from under a mound of junk which he poured the liquid into, cracking it open after a minutes to review a suit of glistening green armor.

"You make that look way to easy, old man." Ropes chuckled and helped him remove it from the mold.

"Many years of practice, I assure you."

Running his claw along the armor's surface, Ropes was amazed by its resiliance. It was still flexible but tougher than most leather armor he'd seen. Using the cultist's dagger, he made some alterations to the back of the armor to make it fit better over his tendrils before dawning it, turning this way and that to see how well it fit and effected his mobility. "Fine work Rathazul, its almost as if it was made for me."

"I was made for you, who else is here?" the old rat asked, though the croock of a smile showed he was joking.

The two chatted while Rathazul worked, killing an hour till Ropes felt it was time to continue exploring. Leaving his pipe behind, he tucked the dagger into his belt and returned to the lake.

"Hmmm... I'm actually feeling pretty good..." flexing his muscle, Ropes felt stronger now that he had before the encounter with the cultist. I could have just been the armor but he felt like I could handle just a bout any thing right about then.

As if on cue, Ropes could hear a comotion ahead of him and soon spotted an odd scene. Four slimes were struggling with some thing between them, some thing that turned out to be a goo-girl.

Rocking and grinding, it was obvious that the slimes were raping the goo from every direction at once. The poor goo-girl could only wrythe between them, her mouth opening as if to scream but no sounds came out.

Before Ropes could act, she suddenly surged upwards and launched her core from her mouth out into the lake. Little more than a fuck toy now, the limp goo's color began to shift as all four of the slimes came at once; their green juices flooding her. In but a few seconds, the deed was done and the four slimes backed away, leaving a new slime in their midst.

"NO!" Ropes howled and rushed towards them, "You bastards!"

The gang of slimes turned and charged a him, but were halted in their trackes when the demon unleashed a great nova of flames from a rune he'd conjured in the air. The fire washed over them, engulfing all five at once to leave not but scortched sand in its wake.

Panting, Ropes dropped to his knees and watched to see if any thing remained of the slimes before darkness over took his vision.

"What have we here?" a voice caught his ears, "Hmmm, don't smell like one of them demon fellers." Weakly, Ropes rolled over onto his back to look up at the figure standing over him. "Though them there things stick'n out of your back kinda look like some thing a demon would have."

Looking down at him was a brown furred otter-girl who brushed aside a stray lock of blonde hair from her eye, "What happened to you?"

Ropes slowly sat up and turned his gaze to the still smoldering sand near by, "I blasted a group of slimes..."

"A wizard are ya?" she asked, settting her fishing pole down to help the puma to his feet, "They done blasted you too by the looks. You were out when I found you."

"Over did it, I guess." he replied and stretched, checking to make sure every thing was still where it should be, "Though I'm glad you found me before any of the other lake residents came along."

"Ain't too many of them here abouts normally," the otter smiled as she retrieved her fishing pole, "Thats why fish this spot." Plopping herself down right there, she proceeded to afix a bit of flotsam to her line before casting it out, "I'm Callu by the way, didn't happen to catch your name?"

"Ropes." the puma replied before walking over to the spot where the slimes had been, examining the sand there; some of which had been turned to glass by the intense heat of his attack.

Callu giggled, "Ropes huh? Cuz of your thingies?"

Glancing back over his shoulder at his phallic tendrils, Ropes chuckled, "I guess it is fitting due to them, now that I think about it."

"Well Ropes, pull up some sand and have a seat. I don't mind a bit of company while I fish."

Sitting down near Callu, Ropes took a moment to look her over a bit closer, noting how lithe and toned she was. A perfect swimmer's form accented by the two-piece bikini she was wearing. "You're the first otter I've seen here. You live a ways away or some thing?"

"Oh I'm from here abouts..." Callu commented and glanced over to the puma, obviously looking him over, "How about yourself?"

As usual, Ropes went into his long tale of traveling between worlds and his adventures in this one. Callu kept fishing through the whole thing, occassionally reeling in a fish before casting back out.

"Sounds pretty excite'n, all that travel and the tings you've seen." Callu got a funny grin on her muzzle as she turned to meet eyes with Ropes, "Say, you wanna fish'n'fuck?"

Ropes tilted his head and asked "So how exactly would that work?" He had a pretty good idea what she had in mind, given how this world worked, but wanted to make sure there wasn't a upcoming fight in store before the fun started.

“Its simple.I fish, you fuck. Ya ain’t dense, are you boy?” Callu jammed the end of her fishing pole into the sand and stood up, turning to face the puma.

With a coy grin, Ropes nodded "I'm up for that." and began unfastening his gel armor while Callu slid her bikini bottoms down and kicked them aside. Once he was fully nude, Ropes began to move towards the smaller otter-girl but was met by a raised hand, “Whoa there darlin', that ain’t how a fish’n'fuck works. You just lay down, and I’ll take care of everything."

"Just lay here, huh?" the puma lowered himself down beside her pole and laid back, stretching out in the warm sand. "I've never been much of a bottom..."

Stepping over him, Callu straddled his waist and dropped down, thrusting her rear back towards his face to give him a close-up look at her mound. It appeared 'normal' enough, even possessing a small puff of pubic hair the same color as her hair just above it.

Laying herself down atop of him, Callu wasted no time wrapping her fingers about his length, lifting it up to examine it, "Not the biggest feller I've ever seen but I think we can get along just fine..." Her wet lips pressed to his tip in a kiss witch quickly slid down over and behind the head, trapping it with a soft suckling whilst her tongue darted about the tip.

Ropes only had a moment to savor her oral skills before her lips left him with a wet pop, “Hey darlin', better get to lickin', we want this bad boy to slip right in, don’t we?” Callu murrs back at him. But before she could reclaim him, he tongue found her folds, running along them before dipping between.

He wasn't quite used to eatting a girl out from this angle but quickly found his rhythem, coaxing a couple soft cooes from the otter-girl before she could muffle herself with his cock once again. Her folds, which had started nearly hidden by her fur, where now puffy and flushed. They nearly pressed back into the lavish attention of his tongue before he discovered her stiffening clit which also seemed to stand out most prominantly.

On the other side, Callu's efforts had moved futher down, working her tongue this way and that as he took more and more of his length in. Not an inch was missed as he nose bumped against his balls and her lips pressed back his sheath to bare even his base. She seemed to possess a natural talent for this, or perhaps it was from a great deal of practice; either way, she seemed to be fully able to match the puma in the pleasure department this way.

Saliva and pre dribbled from her lips over his furred balls whilst a similar brew escaped behind her down her thighs and Ropes' chin. This lasted for a bit until Callu lifted up, stating “Mm, I reckon that’ll work just fine.” Pushing back to nearly sit on Ropes' face, she stood up and possition herself over his throbbing member. Guiding it by hand, she lowered her slick sex down over it, taking in his entire length in one go to seat herself upon his lap. “Now don’t you go movin' about, darlin',” Callu says over her shoulder. “Don’t wanna go scarin' the fish away. I’ll let ya go after I catch a few good ones.”

Ropes' jaw dropped when he saw her pick up her fishing pole and return to fishing, seemingly intent on using him for a comfy seat in the mean time. That was until he suddenly notice a sensation, a stroking motion working along his length that nearly felt as if he were thrusting in and out with out actually moving.

Callu, it seemed, possessed a great deal of control over her vaginal muscles and despite both of them remaining still, she was rippling them along him in a way that mimiced the feeling of having sex. A most useful skill for some one busy concentrating on a fishing line.

While the sensation was quite enjoyable, Ropes was left fairly annoyed in a sense by the whole scene. He'd always been a top and to be in such a possition, more so a 'side-note' at that, was just too much. Just as he was about to act on an impulse, a noise caught his attention as Callu quickly reeled in a fish. She looked it over and then leaned to the side, brushing away the sand covering a ice chest hidden beside the two of them.

With her catch stored, she stood up, letting his cock slip wetly from her snatch as he recast her line. Reaching back down with one hand, she held the puma's cock upright and lowered herself onto it again; although not all the way this time. Only taking him half way, she looked as if she were sitting on a stool, straddling his hips with her heavy tail moving to help keep her balance. Her depths returned to their previous motions, stroking about the portion of his maleness that they'd claimed while her hips began to sway.

Ropes was treated to an unusual show as the otter-girl seemed to be dancing over him, her round toosh swaying this way and that, rocking and twisting over him but never lowering. She still seemed to focus on her fishing, her breathing not even picking up despite her level of activity. Her way of doing things seemed so unuasal to him, but the effect was still noticable as her skills would put some succubus to shame.

After a few minutes of it all, Ropes finally surrendered and thrust himself upwards, burying his length within her as he climaxed. Jets of hot demon seed filled her, pouring into her womb which seemed to welcome every drop with an endless thurst. Her sex was so greedy that not a single drop escaped, the mass of it pooling till her belly began to swell out with it all. A proud smirk crossed his lips as the laid there, still spurting into the otter. That is, till he heard that sound again; Callu realing in another fish as though she hadn't even noticed him cumming. When she 'dismounted' to recast her line, Ropes stopped her when she returned "Look, this is fun and all but which is it? You going to fish or fuck?"

"We're doin' both sugar," she replied, rubbing her distended belly, "And it seems like you were enjoyin' it too."

Ropes couldn't argue there, it was nice even if rather unconventional. "Well, how about it we go about it a different way?"

"A different way, huh? You ain't planin' on stickin' nothin' where it don’t belong, is ya?"

Holding his hand up like a diffendant, the puma stated "I'll stick with the one hole, ma'am." and flashed a toothy grin. He then retrieved a fish from the ice chest and walked into the surf, splashing a hand in the water to try and call attention to himself. It didn't take long before a couple of shapes raced through the water towards him.

Raising up from the water, a pair of pearl colored goo-girls hugged him from both sides, showering his cheeks with wet kisses. After their greeting, Ropes set about waving the fish to get them to focus on it and then held it under the water for a moment before lifting it out and throwing it up ontp the beach near Callu.

The two goos glanced back and forth from him to the beach and then back a few times till he pulled away from them. Looking around in the water, he spotted a large fish swimming by and lashed out at it, lifting the thrashing thing from the water for the goos before throwing it up onto the beach as well. This time the concept seemed to sink in, with the pair looking around in the water, lowering themselves below the surface before jetting up with a fish in hand. Ropes had to make a throwing motion to coax them into that part of it and then hugged them both when they successfully followed through.

He pointed to the water and the beach, waiting till they went searching for more fish, and then returned to Callu "There, the fishing is taken care of. Now for the fucking part..."

"That's kinda like cheatin' ain't it?" the otter-girl chuckled, watching a fish fly through the air to land still flopping about in the sand beside her.

"Probably but I'm sure those two will want a reward after so it'll be just as much work in the end." Ropes curled his tendrils around behind Callu to pull her closer "Now just lay down, I'll take care of every thing."

"Were have I heard thatin' before?" she ran her blunt claws through his chest fur as she lowered, laying back to look up at him, "This'll be a little odd for me, not used to bein' on bottom."

Ropes kneeled down and spread her legs, straddling her thick tail as he leaned over her "Its easy, doing nothing is all you have to do." He paused for a moment, letting his tendrils gather up the fish into the ice chest, deliberately making her wait as she seemed to enjoy doing to him earlier. When he finally re-entered her tightness, he dive in all the way in one thrust and then snuggled in onto of her, giving her upturned nose a kiss to be funny.

"You're a goofy one..." she whispered and wrapped her thighs around his hips, locking her feet together behind him.

After glancing back at her feet, Ropes simply ground himself against her and began to purr like a contented kitten. But there was more to rumbling in his chest than pure audible pleasure. The vibrations carried down, as if magically, till Callu could feel his cock humming in time with the rest of him.

"That's a new one." she said with a gasp, feeling the many small spurs around his length pressing out into her walls and wiggling like dovens of tiny fingers.

"You're not the only one with talents down below you know." With that, Ropes set to a slow gyration of his hips, easing back and forth without turly pulling back, swaying side to side in a erotic dance the way the otter-girl had done to him. He watched her face closely as he worked, making note of even the slightest facial twitch and then working himself in the same place again to map out her depths. He teased her thus for a few minutes and then stopped, turning his attention away to the fish his tendrils collected. An evil smirk flashed across his lips when he heard his partner sigh, letting her have a taste of her own medicine.

Moving his hands upward from the sand, he cupped her modest breasts and ever so gently kneeded at them while rolling her stiff nipples under his thumbs, "We seem to be catching a lot more fish this way, let see if we can improve a bit on the other end of thing..." Drawing his hips back, Ropes freed a inch or two of his shaft from Callu's sex and then slid it back in, testing the grip her strong legs had on him. He was surprised that she allowed him more freedom as he found them unlocking, giving herself over to him as it were. It seemed too easy and as with most thing, it was.

Each time Ropes bottomed out within her, Callu's inner muscles would ripple and stroke about him, just enough to tease before he pulled back again. The two locked eyes, nose to nose, both grinning as they tried to out do one another. The otter-girl wasn't one to just lay back and take it, as she was soon rolling her hips upwards to meet his thrusts. So that was how it started, the contest of wills. Each trying their best to pleasure the other to see who would break first. But in the end, they were both winners as they moaned and gasped in unison with their syncronised climaxes.

Callu's walls stroked to milk Ropes' cum sputing cock, adding more of a swell to her full belly till even her skilled pussy could no longer hold it back; gushes of white escaping between their loins to pour down over her tail and into the sand. Despite how strongly both were cumming, either Callu nor Ropes could conceed defeat, still working against one another.

The stailmate was finally ended when the two goo-girls made their way up onto the beach, attracted by the smell of cum in the air. Pushing in from both sides, them managed to part the lovers and claim their rewards for all of the fish they had cought. One goo took to Ropes' still spurting cock, slurping away at it while the other goo let her tongue wriggle its way into Callu's cunny to lap up the hoard of seed she had stashed there. It wasn't until both had cum a couple more times before the goo-girls too flopped back into the sand, fully sated.

Once Callu managed to catch her breath, she got up on wobbly legs to look about her, finding the beach littered with fish of all sizes. "That's way more fish than I can handle..." she chuckled to herself and looked down at Ropes who was snuggling with a goo, "Your gal pals there do some nice fishin'."

Ropes simply nodded, still basking in the fun he'd had and the warmth of the fun on his fur. A smirk crossed his muzzle as he watch the otter picking up the fish to place inher cooler, his cum trickling down her thighs every time she bent over.

Callu dropped a few fish beside Ropes "You can have these then, way more than I can carry." After slipping back into her bikini, she waved good-bye to the lot and set off dragging her cool behind her.

It was a but before Ropes had the energy to get up, stretching a bit. The goo-girls were sleeping it off, it seemed, leaving him to collect the fish and be on his way. He headed back to the Rathazul's camp to see if the old rat was interested in the fish and then took the rest over to Whitney's farm, remembering tales he'd heard of people using fish as fertilizer. After eatting lunch with her, Ropes offered up a handful a gems to buy some more food, including some cheese of course, and then set out for the village.

"Amily," Ropes called out as he walked through the deserted streets, "Where are you?" He wasn't surprised by her absense after their last meeting. Amily was good at hiding and he doubted he'd find her if he truly wished to remain hidden. "Amily, I'm just here to bring you some food..." He continued to wander about the town, calling out from time to time, but the mouse was no where to be found. Setting the bags of food down, Ropes leaned against a wall and sighed, "Amily, where have you gone?"

"Here..." the mouse girl replied, stepping out from behind the wall of one of the ruins across the street from the cat; both of her hands busy supporting her massive belly.

"And here I figured you'd need food. Looks like you've already had all you could handle."

"Ha ha smart ass." Amily snapped and waddled closer, sniffing a few times as she approached.

"Good thing I brought lots of goodies this time, looks like your raising an army in there." Ropes opened one of the bags, pulling out the wrapped wheel of cheese he was sure she'd be most interested in. With Amily out in the open, he could see just how large she'd gotten.

Amily stopped a step away and sniffed again, looking Ropes over. "Well, I can tell you've been 'busy' from the scents but you still smell like you so I guess you're safe."

Ropes nodded and offered the mouse a hunk of cheese "I know things were a little odd last time but I've got it under control now." The two made a bit of small talk when Amily's mouth wasn't full. She ate and ate, enough to surprise Ropes but then again, she was eatting for more that just herself now. "Do you... Ummm... Have a place?"

Amily stopped chewing and looked at the puma for a moment, swallowing before she asked "Why?"

"Well, you look like you could do with taking some weight off of your feet and we probably should store this food some where before it attracts some unwanted attention."

Nodding, she started off, leading Ropes on a journy of twists and turns through the streets of the ruined town. They passed through a few old building before finally reaching one which seemed to be their destination. There was dirt on the floor, loose but clearly smoothed out through deliberate effort. Off to the corner was a pile of pillows and blankets, a make shift bed of sorts. Amily glanced about as if checking thing over and then made her way over to the pillows to sit down.

Setting the remaining bag of food down, Ropes joined her on the pile and looked about "Nice place you have here."

"It works," Amily moved around, trying to get comfortable, "Can't have any thing that stands out, you know?"

Ropes nodded and smirked, watching the mouse struggle witht he weight of her belly. It was hard to believe only a few days had passed since he'd last seen her and she already looked as if she was past due to give birth. "I was thinking..." he started to say while moving closer to her, "Its getting late and with you... Well... I was going to offer to stand guard to keep you safe tonight."

Amily gave him an odd look for a second before grabbing her blowpipe from her belt.

"Now now, that's not what I had in mind." he raised his hands and scooted back. "I told you, I've got it under control but lets be honest, do you really think you could defend yourself if some thing did happen to find you?"

Looking down at her belly, the mouse girl took a moment to ponder his words and then set the blowpipe down "I guess you're right... But that doesn't mean we're going to..."

Ropes chuckled and flopped down into the pillows beside Amily "Has any one ever told you that you are obsessed with sex?"

Amily huffed and lightly swatted him "I am not!"

Daring to move in closer, Ropes ever so gently ran his hand over her belly "How many do you think you got in there?"

"A dozen more more I'd guess. The goblin potion I used to speed up the birthing should have also increased the numbers as well."

Ropes nodded and continued to examine her, pulling his hand away when he felt some thing move under it, coaxing a giggle from Amily.

As the evening draw closer, Amily had a bit more to eat before settling in. Ropes snuggled in against her side and returned to caressing her belly, hoping to soothe her. Twisting slightly, Amily partly turned onto her side so that Ropes could lay behind her and then looked back at him "This is still new to me..."

"Ya, I can imagine pregnancy must be strange."

She chuckled, "It is but I was refering to this." and guiding the cat's hand up over her belly and around her. Amily had been alone for a long time and despite her one role in the hay (pillows) with that human, had never had some one sleep with her over night.

Ropes oh'd and nuzzled at the back of one of her round ears while his tendrils slowly joined in, some curving over her while another draw a blanket over them both of them.

Tensing a bit, Amily lifted the blanket to look down at the green limbs "Ropes?"

"They'll behaving... Though don't hold it against me if I have morning wood, ok?"

"If you hold 'it' against me I'll dart it." she jested and both of them chuckled.

The night passed uneventfully and when the dawn broke, so did some thing else.

"Ropes!" Amily cried out and squirmed in his grip.

"What? I didn't..." the puma began but quickly realized the problem, Amily's water had broke as she clutched her belly, wincing at the sudden contractions.

"Help me up?" she held out her hand, getting to her feet before moving over to the wall where she leaned against it.

"You sure you should be standing?" Ropes asked.

"Yes, it'll be..." her words were cut off by a contraction, "Easier this way."

The cat grabed for a clean blanket and spread it out beside them before kneeling down beside her, watching and waiting.

It wasn't long till Amily's contractions built and she clawed at the wall, gritting her teeth as she pushed.

Spotting some thing beginning to emerge, Ropes put his hands below Amily's loins to catch the small, pink mass which slipped free of her stretched sex. It wriggled and stretched, giving a squeaking cry with its first breath of air. "Its a girl." Ropes stated and offered it up to Amily.

"That's nice... But there's more on the way..." she said with a grunt, "Just give her here." Taking her daughter with one hand, she held the little mouse to her breast so she could catch hold of the fur and cling, quickly locating a nipple.

Ropes returned to the catching possition, waiting for the next one to come out. It wasn't long before he had it and handed it off to Amily who moved it to her other breast. By the time the next came, Amily handed the first back to Ropes to trade out; the little girl much larger now than when he had first gave her to her mother. He laid her out onto the blanket and turned back to catch the next. This process continued for some time and in the end, nearly two dozen baby mice surrounded them. The release of her after birth singled that the birthing was complete and Amily laid down with her young to recover.

It was amazing how quickly they grew, the first already toddling about on wobbly legs as others followed on all fours. Some returned to nursing while others napped. All in all, Ropes could barely tell these children were fathered by a human, for none of them had any human characteristics. They were all mice, almost all of them covered in a brown fur like their mother with a couple having lighter colored fur.