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A horrific, maddening, toneless silence, in which Spark had time to reflect on just how much her last shreds of hope had decayed since she had arrived. Her life had been a torrential whirlwind of suffering, misery and defeat and now, bearing all that on her shoulders, she was fighting an uphill battle to return to it. Hell was silent, hushed in its observance of the traveling pair, listening greedily in on Sparkle's hapless adventure and grief-stricken thoughts. What had she hoped to accomplish? Fight her way to the very den of sin, only to demand she be returned to her original existence? An existence, where she'd been beaten, abused, forgotten, tormented and raped into suicidal tendencies and alcoholic binges? To what purpose would it serve? The ultimate goal of existence, as far as she could see, was to reach heaven, and if it's very gate keeper turned a blind eye to her plight now- how could she ever hope to be allowed admission into the club? She toppled to the ground, as if kicked in the stomach and barely noticed the tears racing down her cheeks as Ricochet sat down next to her and cloaked her shoulders with his duster.\n\n\"It's a lot to take in, isn't it?\" He asked quietly. She didn't know why she had to be strong anymore- couldn't see the reason in it. Couldn't find the method to the madness- so she simply pressed her muzzle against his chest and she cried. She'd never been so lost and misplaced before and the clarity of it all hurt like no pain she'd ever known. Impossible feelings of abandonment on cosmically divine scales toiled about in her heart; sundering the very fabric of her personality leaving wet, jagged ribbons in its wake. Was all that she had to strive for some wretched, broken existence? An existence so fantastically worthless, she wasn't permitted to reproduce? What was the point of it all? What was the point of continuing? She just didn't know anymore.\n\nRicochet frowned as he watched Sparkle collapse into his arms. He wished he had some witty pun or some suave anecdote to sooth her frustrations, but what could he say? What could he possibly come up with against the realization, that you'd been sent to the ultimate jail without a judge or jury or anyone to give you a helping paw in the matter. He had nothing, and forcefully, squeezed her tighter and closed his eyes. If nothing else, a warm hug wasn't going to -hurt- matters, so that's what he did. When she finally let him go, sniffling and rubbing her nose, she stood up and fanned out the back of her jacket, letting the tails flutter gently against her.\n\n\"Alright, Lets go...Lust ain't comin' to us...I mean, I'm ready to get naked and absolutely floor you with sex, but we've got a mission to do, and I know how you action hero types get about missions and duty and what not. So off we go!\" Sparkle grinned warily, while Ricochet just stared at her, muzzle open, eyes wide.\n\n\"You're a cruel woman.\" He groaned. She smiled at him, tossing him a quiet wink and took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead. \"I was gonna cheer you up n' all too...\"He explained and the wolf rolled her eyes with a scoff.\n\n\"I'm Dazzler the Fourth. That means something. Out of all the people in the world, mom choose ME to become the next in her line. If there's anything worth fighting for, I'd be glad to fight for that. Come on Ricochet, we're waitin' on you, slow poke. \" She said quietly, her voice tempered with determination. Ricochet nodded his head, and the two of them began toward the Valley, and the large phallus shaped building in it's center.\n\n\"This guy Lust-Drip you called him...Bad guy, amirite? Not the quirky benevolence of our dear reaper 'friend'?\" Spark quipped as Ricochet walked ahead of her, pistols in both paws, his eyes keen on their surroundings. The ground had slowly gone from firm and dust caked to soft and spongy. Gooey, almost, making a horrific squishing sound with every movement. He continued forward, moving with a barely a nod in turn to her question. He was alert for something- as if anticipating some threat...\n\n\"So, Ricochet...How do you know so much about Hell, if you have to keep reliving the same situation over and over again?\" Sparkle asked quietly, as she followed Ricochet past a large number of white, gooey little statues. Ricochet frowned quietly, and reached a pistol up, using the nozzle to adjust his hat.\n\n\"In the morning, I always kill time at the bar playing a few rounds of poker. Hear things...people talk...guess none of it was real but the information was...does that make any sense? Example, these here statues are called lustoids...Drip made 'em. Supposed ta be real dangerous like, but I ain't see no harm.\" He explained while Spark drew her jacket closer to her sides. Of all the times not to have the security of her cane to use as a blunt object. She'd left it in the church or something, but Ricochet was right. The 'lustoids' weren't moving at all. Most of them depicted furs in lewd acts, frozen in time, while the white glisten cream surrounding them seemed to shift and flow casually. Spark already guessed with the 'substance' probably was, and had no interest in touching any of the statues with her fingers. What shocked her, was when a statue of a particularly young male attempted to reach out and wrap his fingers around the hem of her jacket- an action she was rescued from by Ricochet's quick fingers, grasping her by the shoulders and plucking her away just in time. The white gooey slime across the statue's head peeled away for a moment, revealing a horrified looking young fox boy with tears streaming from his eyes.\n\n\"PLEASE!! You have to make it STOP!! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!! MAKE IT STOP!!\" He screamed, before his voice became garbled, lost to the brilliant layer of cream that washed over his face and snatched away his pleas.\n\n\"They're being tortured!! We have to help them!!\" Spark called to Ricochet who was far to busy taking into account the numbers of statues that had begun moving towards them. His guns both steeled forward, his eyes danced from statue to statue before he tossed the wolf girl a hasty reply.\n\n\"Really wish we could, missy, but I reckon we have more urgent problems!\" He shouted, pressing his back against hers. They were surrounded and the lustoids were moving in fast. Sparkle's mouth dropped open in horror, as slick splashing semen drifted away from a slender otter girl, who's arms and legs were being held spread eagle, and a white creamy looking phallus plunged itself over and over into her swollen, abused vagina.\n\n\"MAKE IT STOP! JESUS, WHY WON'T IT STOP!! \"She shrieked, before her eyes grew wide, and the phallus gave one final thrust- and burst out of her stomach wall, splattering Spark with blood. The wolf did her best to keep from being sick, too transfixed on the site of suffering to look away. The worst part, was the look of pain on the girl's still moving, twisting body. She was still alive, and although only blood gushed from her mouth when she tried to speak- her eyes were screaming in volumes; Kill me.\n\nRicochet growled quietly, both arms out, pistols glistening as he picked his shots carefully. He only had twelve bullets until the day was through, and he'd already used a few picking off the closest creatures around him.\n\"Hows about some of that fancy hoo doo, Spark?! These things is getting' mighty close real fast like!\" Ricochet called out, hoping somehow, someway, something was about to happen. Maybe the earth would open up and swallow them whole. Maybe they'd turn against one and other. Maybe they'd just melt into ice cream. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he had to admit, he was curious to see what she'd do. She didn't disappoint.\n\n\"RUMBLE!\" Spark called out, stomping a foot which resulted in a small shockwave that rocked the area around them in a circular radius. The creatures kept moving, unaffected by Sparkle's display of power, and in the far distance, she could have sworn she heard someone screaming in dismay. 'let, me, sleep!' But Spark had no time to pay it any heed. Instead she simply drew in a breath and turned towards the building in the center of the valley.\n\"Get ready to run. \"She murmured quickly, before throwing out an empty paw towards the building in question.\n\"DEVASTATE!!!\" She shrieked, eyes narrowed as pent up rage and hatred for her father drove itself from her fingers in the form of a powerful blast that ripped its way across the landscape, shredding each and every creature it touched. Ricochet didn't need any further display of power; he simply grabbed her by the wrist, and made like his tail was on fire.\n\n\"So...s, So how's that work, anyway? You just say whatcha'll want...and it happens?\" Ricochet asked, panting quietly next to Spark, whom was leaning against the barricaded doors of the center building. The Penis Power Tower, Sparky had started referring to it as.\n\n\"No, It's a unique skill like sharp shooting is to you. I cast a spell so many times that I have it memorized. Then, I link it to a specific meaning or phrase. Rumble is a low level earthquake spell, easy one for me to cast. The real spell is several sentences long, but when 'kwik cast' it becomes a single word- Rumble.\" She explained, twiddling her thumbs. A small ball of bluish light appeared for a moment, hovered around her, and then shot into the air like a bright LED. Ricochet smiled quietly and adjusted his hat all the while taking in Spark's form. She on the other paw, was staring rigidly at what her light had produced in front of her.\n\nThe room was as dark as it was quiet. The occasional moans and squelching sounds from the lustoids could be heard from outside, begging to be let in, but aside from that, the room was dead silent. Even still, it had a sinister presence to it, like if malice could be pumped through a vent duct. Still, that's not what caught Sparkle's attention. Nor was it the wall, a host of beautiful, terrified women, all sniffling and crying, their mouth's covered by the wall itself, keeping them hung like some sort of sick trophies Drip had won. But it was the gleaming silver from the armor that caught her attention. Armor that belonged to, and worn by Sir Roland Whitehaven, Paladin of the northlands, whom was standing in the middle of the room.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Aside from a few occasional, grisly screams of torment in the distance, Hell was quiet for the most part. A horrific, maddening, toneless silence, in which Spark had time to reflect on just how much her last shreds of hope had decayed since she had arrived. Her life had been a torrential whirlwind of suffering, misery and defeat and now, bearing all that on her shoulders, she was fighting an uphill battle to return to it. Hell was silent, hushed in its observance of the traveling pair, listening greedily in on Sparkle's hapless adventure and grief-stricken thoughts. What had she hoped to accomplish? Fight her way to the very den of sin, only to demand she be returned to her original existence? An existence, where she'd been beaten, abused, forgotten, tormented and raped into suicidal tendencies and alcoholic binges? To what purpose would it serve? The ultimate goal of existence, as far as she could see, was to reach heaven, and if it's very gate keeper turned a blind eye to her plight now- how could she ever hope to be allowed admission into the club? She toppled to the ground, as if kicked in the stomach and barely noticed the tears racing down her cheeks as Ricochet sat down next to her and cloaked her shoulders with his duster.

"It's a lot to take in, isn't it?" He asked quietly. She didn't know why she had to be strong anymore- couldn't see the reason in it. Couldn't find the method to the madness- so she simply pressed her muzzle against his chest and she cried. She'd never been so lost and misplaced before and the clarity of it all hurt like no pain she'd ever known. Impossible feelings of abandonment on cosmically divine scales toiled about in her heart; sundering the very fabric of her personality leaving wet, jagged ribbons in its wake. Was all that she had to strive for some wretched, broken existence? An existence so fantastically worthless, she wasn't permitted to reproduce? What was the point of it all? What was the point of continuing? She just didn't know anymore.

Ricochet frowned as he watched Sparkle collapse into his arms. He wished he had some witty pun or some suave anecdote to sooth her frustrations, but what could he say? What could he possibly come up with against the realization, that you'd been sent to the ultimate jail without a judge or jury or anyone to give you a helping paw in the matter. He had nothing, and forcefully, squeezed her tighter and closed his eyes. If nothing else, a warm hug wasn't going to -hurt- matters, so that's what he did. When she finally let him go, sniffling and rubbing her nose, she stood up and fanned out the back of her jacket, letting the tails flutter gently against her.

"Alright, Lets go...Lust ain't comin' to us...I mean, I'm ready to get naked and absolutely floor you with sex, but we've got a mission to do, and I know how you action hero types get about missions and duty and what not. So off we go!" Sparkle grinned warily, while Ricochet just stared at her, muzzle open, eyes wide.

"You're a cruel woman." He groaned. She smiled at him, tossing him a quiet wink and took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead. "I was gonna cheer you up n' all too..."He explained and the wolf rolled her eyes with a scoff.

"I'm Dazzler the Fourth. That means something. Out of all the people in the world, mom choose ME to become the next in her line. If there's anything worth fighting for, I'd be glad to fight for that. Come on Ricochet, we're waitin' on you, slow poke. " She said quietly, her voice tempered with determination. Ricochet nodded his head, and the two of them began toward the Valley, and the large phallus shaped building in it's center.

"This guy Lust-Drip you called him...Bad guy, amirite? Not the quirky benevolence of our dear reaper 'friend'?" Spark quipped as Ricochet walked ahead of her, pistols in both paws, his eyes keen on their surroundings. The ground had slowly gone from firm and dust caked to soft and spongy. Gooey, almost, making a horrific squishing sound with every movement. He continued forward, moving with a barely a nod in turn to her question. He was alert for something- as if anticipating some threat...

"So, Ricochet...How do you know so much about Hell, if you have to keep reliving the same situation over and over again?" Sparkle asked quietly, as she followed Ricochet past a large number of white, gooey little statues. Ricochet frowned quietly, and reached a pistol up, using the nozzle to adjust his hat.

"In the morning, I always kill time at the bar playing a few rounds of poker. Hear things...people talk...guess none of it was real but the information was...does that make any sense? Example, these here statues are called lustoids...Drip made 'em. Supposed ta be real dangerous like, but I ain't see no harm." He explained while Spark drew her jacket closer to her sides. Of all the times not to have the security of her cane to use as a blunt object. She'd left it in the church or something, but Ricochet was right. The 'lustoids' weren't moving at all. Most of them depicted furs in lewd acts, frozen in time, while the white glisten cream surrounding them seemed to shift and flow casually. Spark already guessed with the 'substance' probably was, and had no interest in touching any of the statues with her fingers. What shocked her, was when a statue of a particularly young male attempted to reach out and wrap his fingers around the hem of her jacket- an action she was rescued from by Ricochet's quick fingers, grasping her by the shoulders and plucking her away just in time. The white gooey slime across the statue's head peeled away for a moment, revealing a horrified looking young fox boy with tears streaming from his eyes.

"PLEASE!! You have to make it STOP!! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!! MAKE IT STOP!!" He screamed, before his voice became garbled, lost to the brilliant layer of cream that washed over his face and snatched away his pleas.

"They're being tortured!! We have to help them!!" Spark called to Ricochet who was far to busy taking into account the numbers of statues that had begun moving towards them. His guns both steeled forward, his eyes danced from statue to statue before he tossed the wolf girl a hasty reply.

"Really wish we could, missy, but I reckon we have more urgent problems!" He shouted, pressing his back against hers. They were surrounded and the lustoids were moving in fast. Sparkle's mouth dropped open in horror, as slick splashing semen drifted away from a slender otter girl, who's arms and legs were being held spread eagle, and a white creamy looking phallus plunged itself over and over into her swollen, abused vagina.

"MAKE IT STOP! JESUS, WHY WON'T IT STOP!! "She shrieked, before her eyes grew wide, and the phallus gave one final thrust- and burst out of her stomach wall, splattering Spark with blood. The wolf did her best to keep from being sick, too transfixed on the site of suffering to look away. The worst part, was the look of pain on the girl's still moving, twisting body. She was still alive, and although only blood gushed from her mouth when she tried to speak- her eyes were screaming in volumes; Kill me.

Ricochet growled quietly, both arms out, pistols glistening as he picked his shots carefully. He only had twelve bullets until the day was through, and he'd already used a few picking off the closest creatures around him.
"Hows about some of that fancy hoo doo, Spark?! These things is getting' mighty close real fast like!" Ricochet called out, hoping somehow, someway, something was about to happen. Maybe the earth would open up and swallow them whole. Maybe they'd turn against one and other. Maybe they'd just melt into ice cream. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he had to admit, he was curious to see what she'd do. She didn't disappoint.

"RUMBLE!" Spark called out, stomping a foot which resulted in a small shockwave that rocked the area around them in a circular radius. The creatures kept moving, unaffected by Sparkle's display of power, and in the far distance, she could have sworn she heard someone screaming in dismay. 'let, me, sleep!' But Spark had no time to pay it any heed. Instead she simply drew in a breath and turned towards the building in the center of the valley.
"Get ready to run. "She murmured quickly, before throwing out an empty paw towards the building in question.
"DEVASTATE!!!" She shrieked, eyes narrowed as pent up rage and hatred for her father drove itself from her fingers in the form of a powerful blast that ripped its way across the landscape, shredding each and every creature it touched. Ricochet didn't need any further display of power; he simply grabbed her by the wrist, and made like his tail was on fire.

"So...s, So how's that work, anyway? You just say whatcha'll want...and it happens?" Ricochet asked, panting quietly next to Spark, whom was leaning against the barricaded doors of the center building. The Penis Power Tower, Sparky had started referring to it as.

"No, It's a unique skill like sharp shooting is to you. I cast a spell so many times that I have it memorized. Then, I link it to a specific meaning or phrase. Rumble is a low level earthquake spell, easy one for me to cast. The real spell is several sentences long, but when 'kwik cast' it becomes a single word- Rumble." She explained, twiddling her thumbs. A small ball of bluish light appeared for a moment, hovered around her, and then shot into the air like a bright LED. Ricochet smiled quietly and adjusted his hat all the while taking in Spark's form. She on the other paw, was staring rigidly at what her light had produced in front of her.

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