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"writing": "[b][u][center]The Party Succ Returns\nAn Author’s Pleasure Story\nSponsored by DrakeHavok\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe elephant went by many names: Karanina, Mama K, the Purple Party, and the Party Succubus, to name a few. Most people used the second one when they summoned her, and those that she played with…well, they didn’t really have much of a name for her. She guessed that they mostly just went ‘mmmph’ and ‘aaaah’ and ‘ngah!’ Not really names for her, either, but what they were doing and – \n\nBEEEEEP!\n\nA car swung by on her right, barely swerving out of her way at the last minute. Mama K turned on her heel, putting her hands on her hips as the driver swung a fist out the window in her general direction. \n\n“What a buzzkill,” the elephant muttered. \n\nLifting her finger, she reached out. The space between them might as well not have existed for her; she ‘jabbed’ her attention into his gas tank, and just like that, the fumes shooting out his exhaust pipe turned purple. Swirling, spinning, spiraling in exotic patterns, they wrapped around his car. \n\nThere were a few screams before the car slammed toward the sidewalk further down the road. Mama K giggled as the spell-guards on the pavement activated, stopping the car dead in its tracks. In seconds, the driver was completely sealed inside a gas cloud of…\n\n[i]What did I put in there again?[/i]\n\nSomething sexy and fun, for sure. Mama K remembered putting together some kind of cocktail of aphrodisiacs and drunken fun-times and – oh, what was the rest of it? That was going to bother her for the rest of the night, she was just sure of it. She tapped her trunk against the side of her head the way someone else might scratch their temple with their fingers, trying to pull the idea out of the back of her skull to no avail. \n\nStill, she kept trying to remember the exact concentrations, right up until – \n\n[i]What are you doing?[/i]\n\nMama K jumped, then sighed. A tiny blue portal opened by the side of her head, and on the other side, a little weasel stared back through pinched glasses. \n\n[i]You were summoned to track down a thief, not cause car crashes![/i]\n\n“Hey, he was the one that almost hit me. I just taught him a lesson. And he’s fine. Probably.”\n\n[i]It’s not his fault that he crashed.[/i]\n\n“Please. He nearly crashed into [i]me.[/i]”\n\n[i]That is probably because he was distracted by an eight-foot-tall elephant woman walking naked down the street! What about the clothes we gave you?[/i]\n\n“Honey, they were [i]ugly.[/i] Worse than the things that they give out down in Desiderium. I tossed those in the trash the first chance I got.”\n\nThe weasel facepalmed. Mama K could not care less; they had pulled her out of Desiderium when she’d been in the middle of hosting the soiree of the century. Or at least of this week. She’d put together the best of the best hookahs, the hottest drugs, and she’d laden the arms of her throne with more ingredients to huff and puff and stuff down the throats of her chosen guests. It was meant to be a night of utter hedonism combined with dancing, a disco ball that was meant to hang between her tits – \n\n[i]Oh, man, I should have brought that. That would have looked so nice as a piece of jewelry.[/i]\n\nBut then some company – she’d already forgotten which – had summoned her with the intent of punishing some little scamp that was probably already forgetting what he’d done. Something about stealing ‘intellectual property’ or something like that. She didn’t remember the specifics and she didn’t really care – \n\nZap!\n\nMama K gritted her teeth as she was forcefully yanked back to the complaining weasel. The narrow-faced man glared at her through the portal. \n\n[i]Were you even listening?[/i]\n\n“I don’t really care.”\n\n[i]Miss Karanina –[/i]\n\n“Hey, call me Mama. Or mistress if you gotta be ‘respectful.’”\n\n[i]…Did you actually just flash air quotes at me?[/i]\n\n“I forgot. Now, outta the way,” she said, walking through the floating portal. “The sooner I get this done, the sooner I get back to my own party.”\n\n[i]But –[/i]\n\n“And besides, you’re boring. And I can’t stuff you full of fun at this distance.”\n\n[i]And you’re under contract. Don’t forget that.[/i]\n\nMama K rolled her eyes. The contract was not nearly as binding as they would like to think. The only thing that she got out of it that kept her from breaking it right then and there was the fact that she was walking through the mortal world again, and that was rare enough that – even if it interrupted her schedule – she’d take it for a bit. The party wasn’t going to start without her down in Desiderium, anyway, so they could just wait for the guest of honor – and the host – to come back and start things up again. \n\nBesides…it was fun to show off up here. \n\nThe many little mortals that she passed on the streets stopped and stared as she walked by. Her thunderous steps and jiggling curves held their attention for seconds, sometimes minutes as she walked on, and she could feel their eyes darting to her bare breasts, to her tattoos on her boobs and crotch, to the tramp-stamp just over her ass. They were enamored of her, even the tallest ones that came close to her height and still fell short as she walked by, and there were some that just stood right in front of her and forced her to walk over them. \n\nShe liked the birds that did that. Some of them had head-feathers that tickled between her legs and made her feel [i]good.[/i]\n\nShe bit back a giggle as she walked around the corner over one such avian. The secretary bird stared at her as she walked by, his feathers drooping under a bit of slick that left her and stained him. Mama K had already forgotten him as she reached the next intersection and waved her way through it; the cars stopped or didn’t, but they couldn’t hurt her. \n\nAfter all, she was a demon. And demons were hard to hurt. \n\nThe gray-skinned elephant kept walking, taking what pleasure she could from the stares and gasps her presence created until she finally reached the edge of the district. She could feel the difference in magic there; the pavement was warded, protected like the part that stopped the car earlier, and one step further on, the protection stopped. The magic in the air went from rampant saturation to patchy, almost dead in places. \n\nAppropriate that the neighboring district was called a Dead Zone, she supposed. Dead in magic, dead in personality, considering that the street looked worse off just one step forward, as if half the color had been taken out of the air. Some of the buildings looked rotted, literally with holes in the walls, while others looked like they’d been bombed out. \n\nThe portal opened again. \n\n[i]Our security forces trailed the thief to this district. As soon as you get your hands on him, I want you to bring him back.[/i]\n\n“And then I get back to my party.”\n\n[i]You – yes, I suppose you do.[/i]\n\n“Mmm-hmm. Anything less boring you want to share?”\n\n[i]Miss Karanina –[/i]\n\nShe’d already told him what to call her; if he couldn’t listen, she didn’t have any cares to give. She walked through the portal again and stepped into the Dead Zone. \n\nAs soon as she walked over the borderline, she felt the difference. It wasn’t just that the magic of the city was diminished here; it was cut off, kept on the other side. The only fun that could be had here was what you brought with you. \n\nGood thing for her that she was a demon and brought a considerable amount of magic. She chuckled, stroking her trunk the way that an old man might have stroked his beard. \n\n[i]Now, if I were a thief, where would I hole up for a good time?[/i] the elephant thought. [i]I mean, I wouldn’t hole up at all, I’d want to throw a blow-out victory party, but I’m not a thief. Maybe –[/i]\n\n“Hey, tall bitch!”\n\nMama K blinked, slowly turning and looking down. A chihuahua male stood at her side, a knife in one hand and sparking electricity dancing between the fingers of the other. He grinned with eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets. \n\n“Naked bitch like you ain’t got much, but you better have something. Give it before I shank ya.”\n\n“…Hee hee, oh, you’re funny.”\n\n“I’m serious! Whatever you got –”\n\n“Honey, I could hip-check you over the apartment buildings here. Unless you wanna be my little lapdog, you better stop.”\n\n“I ain’t no lapdog!”\n\nAnd just like that, the chihuahua – barely equal to her hip in height – tried to stab her. He jabbed his knife against her thigh…and it broke. \n\nAs the metal tip fell to the ground and the little dog stared at the busted-up knife blade, Mama K wrapped her trunk around his throat. She lifted him off the ground, holding him a few feet in front of her as she looked him up and down. He was already going a bit blue in the face, his eyes bugging out even further than before. \n\n“Hee hee, you sure are stupid.”\n\n“Gah…ugh…ulk…”\n\n“And you make funny sounds, too.”\n\nShe didn’t really want to throw him away. He looked like a local, and that might be helpful for looking for this thief – whoever it was. She looked around, eventually finding a hulk of a car. \n\n“Hold still,” she muttered. \n\nChanging her trunk out for her hand, she kept squeezing his throat as she peeled off the damaged door. It came free with a quick tug, and after puffing a little purple smoke through her trunk over the metal, it became far more malleable. She hummed to herself as she twisted it up and around, dragging the shape into something vaguely square-like. Another puff, and the remaining bit of upholstery inside became more padded, more pocket-like, and she was even able to turn one of the seatbelts into a shoulder loop. \n\nShe tucked her new ‘purse’ under her arm, and then turned her attention back to the choking chihuahua. With one last puff, she shrank him to half his size – leaving him naked in the process – and dropped him into the purse. When he poked his head out the side, gasping for breath, she patted his head. \n\n“There we go. Not a lapdog after all, huh? Hehehehe…”\n\n“What…what the fuck are you?”\n\n“I’m here for the party, hon. And I’m looking for someone. Don’t suppose you happen to know a thief?”\n\n“Gonna…gonna have to narrow that down, bitch…”\n\n“Dragon, I think? Uhhhhhh…was stealing some kind of ‘intellectual’ thing or other?”\n\n“…Dragon? I think – yeah, I think I know the guy. You, uh…you’ll turn me back if I take you there?”\n\n“Sure, why not?”\n\n“Okay, uh…that way. Keep going.”\n\n“Good boy. Such a good little doggy.”\n\n“I ain’t – you know what, for once in my life, I ain’t gonna be that dumb.”\n\n“Gooooooood doggy.”\n\n#\n\nThe chihuahua turned out to be a pretty decent guide. A little stupid, a little snappy – he kept trying to bite her fingers whenever she patted his head – but he knew where he was going. He didn’t ask questions, either. Which was nice, because she probably didn’t have answers to give. The stupid company had just told her to find this guy, bring him in, and then she could go back home. \n\nThey went deeper and deeper into the Dead Zone, past the broken buildings, more ruined cars, into the middle of a gang fight that she stopped with a sparkling headlight that she turned into a strobe dance light, and then down an alley that smelled like it hadn’t been cleaned for the last few years. She ignored the smell, letting the chihuahua tell her where to go. After being shrunken down, he seemed to understand what the score was. \n\nEventually, he patted her hips and told her to stop. Her guide pointed to a three-story building across the street. \n\n“He lives in there, second floor. I think he moved in last month, looking for a place to stay.”\n\n“Huh. Why would a thief live out here?” she asked. \n\n“You think we can afford to live in the big places, bitch? It dangerous out there if you don’t got money.”\n\n“Oh, honey, you don’t need money to have a good time.”\n\nShe laughed, pulling the purse off her shoulder and laying it on the ground with a clank. The chihuahua shifted about, trying and failing to climb out of the metal box as she started to walk away. \n\n“H-hey, what about me?!”\n\n“Huh?”\n\n“You were gonna change me back, remember?!”\n\n“Oh, yeah. If he’s there, I’ll change you back. Be riiiiight back.”\n\n“BITCH!”\n\nShe had already almost forgotten him as she walked across the street and into the damaged building. Oh, he was still there in the very back of her head, but her thoughts had already flicked over to something else. \n\nThe portal of the weasel coming back didn’t help, either. The little blue window followed her up the stairs as she climbed the flights of steps. \n\n[i]Is he here?[/i]\n\n“I guess you can tell me when I get there. You know, I thought this would be more interesting. Instead, all I get are people staring and stabbing. I mean, fun, but not the kind of party [i]I[/i] would throw.”\n\n[i]Life isn’t a party.[/i]\n\n“Not with that attitude. Sourpuss.”\n\n[i]Just do your damn job before –[/i]\n\nShe rolled her eyes as she reached the second floor. Not much there, really; there were a few busted-up apartment units, but one was exposed to the elements and two others were covered in mold. Only one was in a decent state. Even in her wobbly, barely-caring state, she knew which one to look at. \n\nSo, Mama K walked down the hall and poked her head around the doorway for the only decent apartment – \n\n“Havok?!”\n\nThe white-scaled, brown-haired dragon leaped up from the couch. It was, it [i]was[/i] Havok! Mama K grinned at the sight of her favorite little plaything; she hadn’t seen him since Halloween of 2024, back when she’d allowed herself to be summoned for the games. He’d been such a fun little mortal to hang around with, too, and such a nice seat, too. \n\nHe was still waking up as she ducked under the doorway and stepped inside. The contract was forgotten; she was too happy. The elephant grabbed her dragon friend and yanked him off the couch, swinging him around as he yelped and squirmed in her arms. She wrapped her trunk around his torso; she wasn’t letting him go anytime soon. \n\n“Oooooh, Havok, it’s been too long. You don’t call, you don’t summon – I thought we were having so much fuuuuun. And now you’re just sitting here? I thought I left you a club when I disappeared.”\n\n“M-Mama K?!” \n\n“Yep, it’s meeeee!”\n\nShe giggled, finally stopping her spin and dropping him on the ground. Havok landed on his feet – like she knew he would – and stumbled backward, falling flat on the couch a few seconds later. As he stared up at her, jaw agape, the weasel spoke up again. She was getting royally sick of him. \n\n[i]That’s him! That’s the thief![/i]\n\n“What? Him?” Mama K asked, pointing down at Havok. “No, no, he’s my little toy. My plaything. I’m not bringing him in.”\n\n[i]You were summoned to capture him. You WILL bring him in, or –[/i]\n\n“Nope, not happening.”\n\n[i]Then we will –[/i]\n\n“Oh, shuuuuut up, you boring little ferret.”\n\n[i]Weasel! And I’m not –[/i]\n\nShe was done listening. The contract meant hurting her favorite toy, which meant that as far as she was concerned, it was null and void. She started to reach for the magical essence around her neck, then paused, looking down at Havok again. \n\nThe white dragon was dressed in no more than his underwear, and though he was blushing looking up at her, he clearly was paying attention, too. One of the many reasons she liked to play with him; he had a bit of a brain to fog up and make happy-stupid. She smiled. \n\n“Havok, one second, okay?”\n\n“Uh, sure. Wait, one second for – gah!”\n\nShe snapped the ‘collar’ around her neck and, at the same time, dissolved herself into the same purple clouds of smoke that she had been blowing all over the place. One moment, she was an elephant demon that took up most of the space in the apartment; the next, she was smoke that was shooting straight up the white dragon’s nose and into his head. \n\nAs soon as she filled his skull and dissipated further through his body, the usual changes began to happen. She could feel Havok’s hips widening, flaring out like a female, and his cock – ooooh, that was a different feeling – throbbed in a pair of boxers that were rapidly getting too tight. His ass thickened out, his tail lifting up from the new shelf of chub and softness that she was adding to it just by being part of him. \n\nAs she made his body stand up, the weasel in the blue portal just stared. She looked up at him through the dragon’s eyes, giggling. \n\n“Ooooh, no, look at that. I have a willing vessel. Looks like I don’t need that contract of yours anymore. Toodle-loo.”\n\nShe wiggled her fingers in farewell. When the weasel sputtered, trying to get a word in edgewise, she snorted at him. Purple smoke became purple fire as it left Havok’s mouth, and she blinked as it consumed the little portal magic. \n\n“…Huh. That’s different. Nice, though.”\n\n[i]Uh, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?[/i] Havok whispered from the back of his – their – head. [i]What’s going on?[/i]\n\n“Ooooh, right. One second, let me just re-summon myself; can’t stay here long without a contract, hon, you know how it is.”\n\nA few seconds later – and a hastily-drawn contract with who knew how many misspellings and bad grammar – Mama K slid out of Havok’s face and 9into the world once more. He stumbled backward, falling onto the couch as she reassembled herself, once more the elephant succubus. She sat down on the floor beside the couch and still loomed over his sitting form. \n\n“There we go. Perfect. Oh, Havok, it’s so good to see you again.”\n\n“Ugh…mmmph…”\n\n“Oh, dear. A little too much after so long? I thought you’d keep the party going? Don’t tell me you got all sober on me?”\n\n“I – not so much sober – oh god…”\n\n“Ooooh, just not as much strong stuff. I getcha. I [i]am[/i] rather a lot, aren’t I?”\n\nChuckling, she rested her head on the arm of the couch as Havok collected himself. It was just [i]fun[/i] to be around him again. There was something about having her old toy with her again that made her feel almost high on something new. Not a drug, not a drink, but just…nostalgia, maybe? All the good times a year ago came flooding back, from the times she’d sat on him to the parties she’d thrown, from the transformations that she’d conceived of to the various shapes that she’d possessed him in. \n\nOh, the times they’d had. And he still looked rather cute and playful. Still smaller than her, the white dragon had gained so much in the way of curves during her short possession. He was thicker, too, rounder in the hips and with the beginning of tits; he would have gained c-cups, at least, if she’d stayed in him. And his boner was still stretching the front of his boxers, thrust forward and begging for attention. \n\nShe traced the bulge with the end of her trunk, which seemed to be enough to shock him back to the moment. He sat up straighter, clearly still a little scared as he looked down at her, though he smiled. She liked that he smiled. \n\n“Um, uh…so, uh, you came back.”\n\n“Mmmm-hmm,” she said, still dragging her trunk along his bulge. \n\n“Uh…any reason why?”\n\n“Some company people that called you a thief.”\n\n“Oh.”\n\n“Mmm-hmm. I just told him to fuck off. He was boring, anyway. He might try and come back, but he’d need an army to deal with me.”\n\n“…Um, but you were sent back to Hell last time, Mama K…”\n\n“Yeah, because that was my [i]contract,[/i] honey. If I’m here without limits like that…oh, you don’t know what I can do, hee hee.”\n\n“…I don’t know whether that turns me on or terrifies me,” Havok muttered. \n\n“Both,” she said, coiling her trunk around his throbbing bulge. “I can feel the first one. A lot. Mmm, still nice and hard for me.”\n\n“Well, um…you…I…”\n\n“Mmm, you miss your Mama K?” \n\n“…Yeah.” He blushed. “I, uh, I missed you a lot.”\n\n“Oh, honey, you make me so happy saying that.”\n\nShe sat up straight and pulled herself onto the couch. It broke immediately, of course – it was just not made for someone her size – but that was fine; the debris wasn’t sharp under her ass. More importantly, it launched Havok through the air and right into her lap. She caught him and turned him around, resting his head against her breasts and pulling him tight against her lap. One arm around his middle, the other in his crotch, and her trunk right over his face, tracing his cheeks. He squirmed, of course, but he wasn’t going to get away from her that easily. She chuckled. \n\n“Mmmm, I missed you, too,” she said, the tip of her trunk running along his jawline. “Mama missed her favorite toy. I haven’t found anyone else as fun to play with as you, you know.”\n\n“N-no one?”\n\n“Not even one,” she said, shaking her head. “Everyone else just jumps at it, or makes me work so hard, or complains about it afterward. Not you, Havok. Not you, my happy little friend. You might squirm and blush and shiver, but you [i]want[/i] Mama to change you and drag you along to the party.”\n\n“Well, um…”\n\n“Oh, don’t be coy with Mama, now.”\n\nShe slid her fingers under the waistband of his underwear, finally getting a good grip on his cock. It was already quite hefty, but she knew that it could be bigger. She puffed out her trunk, a sparkling stream of purple smoke running down his body. It went right across his chest, making his new breasts puff out like some party-girl in the middle of spring break, then went down to his cock and balls. \n\nJust like before, they swelled against her fingers, the orbs falling further down, almost sliding out of one of the boxer legs, while his cock twitched and fattened between her fingers. She wrapped her trunk back around his neck, pulling his head between her breasts as she stroked him. \n\n“Mmmm, feels like you need a reminder of how to party, Havok,” she said, squeezing him tight. “Maybe Mama should help you throw a party out here. Show all those jerks how to have fun.”\n\n“Uh, um, there’s a lot of gangsters out here, Mama K –”\n\n“Honey, it’s me. I know how to throw a party. We’re all going to have fun. We can – oh, shoot.”\n\nShe groaned, slapping her trunk against her forehead. Havok blinked. \n\n“What’s the matter?”\n\n“I forgot about the chihuahua that got me here. I told him I’d fix him if everything worked out.”\n\n“Chihua-wha? Mama K, what the heck have you been doing?”\n\n“Uh…a bit. Sneaking around, hip-checking a few people over buildings, turning a gang-fight into a dance party –”\n\n“You what?!” \n\n“Hey, I got [i]bored.[/i] You know I don’t like being bored, Havok. Mama gets mad when she gets bored.”\n\n“Okay, okay, yeah, I get it, I get it,” Havok said, shaking his head. “But still. I just…I didn’t think that you’d go that far.”\n\n“Well, it’s not far enough. You just stay right there,” she said, getting off the couch. “And I’ll be [i]right back.[/i] I just need to get the chihuahua out of my purse, and then we can get this place set up for the party of the century!”\n\n#\n\n[i]Ten minutes later…[/i]\n\nThe chihuahua had run off as soon as she restored his height. She didn’t think that he needed to scream like he did, but she didn’t let it bother her. She had what she wanted, and as far as Mama K was concerned, that was all that mattered. Besides, she had other things to focus on. \n\nIt took more power than she expected to wrap the apartment building in her essence. The purple smoke wrapped up and around the sides of it, changing the broken concrete and busted-up metal into something grand. Some of the smoke bent and twisted into neon signs, flashing with purple and indigo light, while the rest of it turned into fancy black-matte siding, making it look modern and trendy and just a little bit overdone. She warped the roof – or rather, gave the building one – and made it look like an elephant reclining on the top of the building, one that had her curves and one boob resting over the side of the structure, the nipple pointing down with a bit of alcohol pouring off her curves toward the ground floor. \n\nOh, and a big shiny party ball over the front door. Sparkling lights drifted off in all directions, each one carrying a bit of a buzz with it. Anyone that walked into the shimmer would be whammied as if they had just taken a breath of one of her hookahs or had downed one of her cocktails. It would add up, over time. She looked forward to seeing what it did to people. \n\n“Uh, Mama K?” Havok asked, tapping her side. \n\n“Yes, hon?”\n\n“Are you, um, planning to bring everyone here?”\n\n“Well, what’s a party without guests?”\n\n“I was afraid of that. Um, I was [i]really[/i] hoping to get some sleep – not that I’m sad that you’re back, but, um, I was hoping maybe we could do this in the morning? After I got some rest and – ack!”\n\nShe giggled as she lifted Havok off the ground, holding him in front of her with her trunk. Mama K cocked her head to the side as he squirmed, his cheeks turning redder and redder as she reached between his legs and patted his heavy, swaying balls. \n\n“Havok, you’re going to be fine. Mama K’s here. I’m going to make sure that this is the best party of the year. Even better than those blow-outs back in October.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“And you’re going to be my best little seat, aren’t you? At least, you know, for the first hour.”\n\n“Nnngh…”\n\n“Oh, you’re so hard thinking about that, aren’t you? Hee hee,” she laughed, giving him a few more strokes through his underwear. “Come on. Let’s get all set up for the night.”\n\nShe carried him back inside. Her power had done more than just remodel the outside. The three floors had been combined into one massive chamber, with lights and smoke vents along each wall. There were waterfalls of different vapors running down the walls, each one with a different color and effect. The floors had been carved out, creating rivers of wine and booze and other drinks for people to scoop up as they saw fit. \n\nAnd there, at the far end of the room, was her throne. The Queen of the Party had a chair that had a giant hole in the bottom, perfectly suitable for someone like Havok to take as her personal cushion. She walked right over to it, stepping over a puddle of beer and sliding the dragon into place. He coughed as she pulled her trunk free from around his neck, but before he could complain, she sat down and smothered him beneath her ass. \n\n“There we go, just like old times,” she said, getting comfortable on the throne. “Mmmm, I forgot how nice your muzzle slots between my ass cheeks. Hee hee, go on, give it a taste; I’m just as intoxicating as I was before. Probably even more after working up a sweat.”\n\n“Nnngh…”\n\n“Oh, don’t be like that. Go on. Take a lick.”\n\nShe rested one of her large, broad feet on the dragon’s bulge. He whimpered, the hot air brushing across her pucker due to where he was situated, then finally stuck out his tongue. He gave her a single lick…then a longer one…then started to whimper as he dragged his tongue further and further between her cheeks, almost like he was trying to burrow in deeper to get at her pucker. Probably getting a little high off of her scent and the various chemicals oozing out through her pores, too, but it was still fun. \n\nGiggling to herself, she got comfortable on her throne, drumming her toes on the dragon’s throbbing cock. After a few seconds, she got bored of the cotton getting between her and her plaything and dragged his boxers down under his balls. That was better; the sheer hardness pressing against her sole was just as eager as she remembered. \n\nMama K leaned against her fist, taking a few deep breaths of the various drugs and substances filling the air already. She’d still need to get a DJ or something, someone that could play the good kind of music to keep everyone hopping and make sure orgies weren’t the only thing they did. Those [i]were[/i] fun, but they could get a little repetitive with the wrong crowd, and more to the point, she could have those anytime down in Desiderium. \n\nHavok’s lips finally found her pucker. She wriggled on the chair, giggling as he started working his tongue into her hole. Such a good little toy. She’d have to give him a fun shape later. Maybe she’d make him into a smaller elephant stud for her to ride. Or maybe she’d give him more of a candy-shape, something to make him stand out like a centerpiece in the middle of the room while everyone enjoyed him. \n\nMaybe she’d just change the flavor of his cum for a while. That would be kinda silly, and pretty tasty. Ooooh, maybe make it ooze simple syrup for different drinks; he’d probably love getting milked that way…\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A little return to a character from a while back. Havok gets visited by Mama K, a demon of the party persuasion. \n\nTags: F/solo, M/F, Femdom, Size Difference, Elephant, Elephant Demon, Casual Power Use, A Little Stupid, Reality Warping, Facesitting, Smoke, Magic Smoke, Cuddles, Handjob, Foot Fetish, Trunk Play, Teasing, Dragon, Chihuahua, Docetri, \n",
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The Party Succ Returns An Author’s Pleasure Story Sponsored by DrakeHavok By Draconicon
The elephant went by many names: Karanina, Mama K, the Purple Party, and the Party Succubus, to name a few. Most people used the second one when they summoned her, and those that she played with…well, they didn’t really have much of a name for her. She guessed that they mostly just went ‘mmmph’ and ‘aaaah’ and ‘ngah!’ Not really names for her, either, but what they were doing and –
BEEEEEP!
A car swung by on her right, barely swerving out of her way at the last minute. Mama K turned on her heel, putting her hands on her hips as the driver swung a fist out the window in her general direction.
“What a buzzkill,” the elephant muttered.
Lifting her finger, she reached out. The space between them might as well not have existed for her; she ‘jabbed’ her attention into his gas tank, and just like that, the fumes shooting out his exhaust pipe turned purple. Swirling, spinning, spiraling in exotic patterns, they wrapped around his car.
There were a few screams before the car slammed toward the sidewalk further down the road. Mama K giggled as the spell-guards on the pavement activated, stopping the car dead in its tracks. In seconds, the driver was completely sealed inside a gas cloud of…
What did I put in there again?
Something sexy and fun, for sure. Mama K remembered putting together some kind of cocktail of aphrodisiacs and drunken fun-times and – oh, what was the rest of it? That was going to bother her for the rest of the night, she was just sure of it. She tapped her trunk against the side of her head the way someone else might scratch their temple with their fingers, trying to pull the idea out of the back of her skull to no avail.
Still, she kept trying to remember the exact concentrations, right up until –
What are you doing?
Mama K jumped, then sighed. A tiny blue portal opened by the side of her head, and on the other side, a little weasel stared back through pinched glasses.
You were summoned to track down a thief, not cause car crashes!
“Hey, he was the one that almost hit me. I just taught him a lesson. And he’s fine. Probably.”
It’s not his fault that he crashed.
“Please. He nearly crashed into me.”
That is probably because he was distracted by an eight-foot-tall elephant woman walking naked down the street! What about the clothes we gave you?
“Honey, they were ugly. Worse than the things that they give out down in Desiderium. I tossed those in the trash the first chance I got.”
The weasel facepalmed. Mama K could not care less; they had pulled her out of Desiderium when she’d been in the middle of hosting the soiree of the century. Or at least of this week. She’d put together the best of the best hookahs, the hottest drugs, and she’d laden the arms of her throne with more ingredients to huff and puff and stuff down the throats of her chosen guests. It was meant to be a night of utter hedonism combined with dancing, a disco ball that was meant to hang between her tits –
Oh, man, I should have brought that. That would have looked so nice as a piece of jewelry.
But then some company – she’d already forgotten which – had summoned her with the intent of punishing some little scamp that was probably already forgetting what he’d done. Something about stealing ‘intellectual property’ or something like that. She didn’t remember the specifics and she didn’t really care –
Zap!
Mama K gritted her teeth as she was forcefully yanked back to the complaining weasel. The narrow-faced man glared at her through the portal.
Were you even listening?
“I don’t really care.”
Miss Karanina –
“Hey, call me Mama. Or mistress if you gotta be ‘respectful.’”
…Did you actually just flash air quotes at me?
“I forgot. Now, outta the way,” she said, walking through the floating portal. “The sooner I get this done, the sooner I get back to my own party.”
But –
“And besides, you’re boring. And I can’t stuff you full of fun at this distance.”
And you’re under contract. Don’t forget that.
Mama K rolled her eyes. The contract was not nearly as binding as they would like to think. The only thing that she got out of it that kept her from breaking it right then and there was the fact that she was walking through the mortal world again, and that was rare enough that – even if it interrupted her schedule – she’d take it for a bit. The party wasn’t going to start without her down in Desiderium, anyway, so they could just wait for the guest of honor – and the host – to come back and start things up again.
Besides…it was fun to show off up here.
The many little mortals that she passed on the streets stopped and stared as she walked by. Her thunderous steps and jiggling curves held their attention for seconds, sometimes minutes as she walked on, and she could feel their eyes darting to her bare breasts, to her tattoos on her boobs and crotch, to the tramp-stamp just over her ass. They were enamored of her, even the tallest ones that came close to her height and still fell short as she walked by, and there were some that just stood right in front of her and forced her to walk over them.
She liked the birds that did that. Some of them had head-feathers that tickled between her legs and made her feel good.
She bit back a giggle as she walked around the corner over one such avian. The secretary bird stared at her as she walked by, his feathers drooping under a bit of slick that left her and stained him. Mama K had already forgotten him as she reached the next intersection and waved her way through it; the cars stopped or didn’t, but they couldn’t hurt her.
After all, she was a demon. And demons were hard to hurt.
The gray-skinned elephant kept walking, taking what pleasure she could from the stares and gasps her presence created until she finally reached the edge of the district. She could feel the difference in magic there; the pavement was warded, protected like the part that stopped the car earlier, and one step further on, the protection stopped. The magic in the air went from rampant saturation to patchy, almost dead in places.
Appropriate that the neighboring district was called a Dead Zone, she supposed. Dead in magic, dead in personality, considering that the street looked worse off just one step forward, as if half the color had been taken out of the air. Some of the buildings looked rotted, literally with holes in the walls, while others looked like they’d been bombed out.
The portal opened again.
Our security forces trailed the thief to this district. As soon as you get your hands on him, I want you to bring him back.
“And then I get back to my party.”
You – yes, I suppose you do.
“Mmm-hmm. Anything less boring you want to share?”
Miss Karanina –
She’d already told him what to call her; if he couldn’t listen, she didn’t have any cares to give. She walked through the portal again and stepped into the Dead Zone.
As soon as she walked over the borderline, she felt the difference. It wasn’t just that the magic of the city was diminished here; it was cut off, kept on the other side. The only fun that could be had here was what you brought with you.
Good thing for her that she was a demon and brought a considerable amount of magic. She chuckled, stroking her trunk the way that an old man might have stroked his beard.
Now, if I were a thief, where would I hole up for a good time? the elephant thought. I mean, I wouldn’t hole up at all, I’d want to throw a blow-out victory party, but I’m not a thief. Maybe –
“Hey, tall bitch!”
Mama K blinked, slowly turning and looking down. A chihuahua male stood at her side, a knife in one hand and sparking electricity dancing between the fingers of the other. He grinned with eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets.
“Naked bitch like you ain’t got much, but you better have something. Give it before I shank ya.”
“…Hee hee, oh, you’re funny.”
“I’m serious! Whatever you got –”
“Honey, I could hip-check you over the apartment buildings here. Unless you wanna be my little lapdog, you better stop.”
“I ain’t no lapdog!”
And just like that, the chihuahua – barely equal to her hip in height – tried to stab her. He jabbed his knife against her thigh…and it broke.
As the metal tip fell to the ground and the little dog stared at the busted-up knife blade, Mama K wrapped her trunk around his throat. She lifted him off the ground, holding him a few feet in front of her as she looked him up and down. He was already going a bit blue in the face, his eyes bugging out even further than before.
“Hee hee, you sure are stupid.”
“Gah…ugh…ulk…”
“And you make funny sounds, too.”
She didn’t really want to throw him away. He looked like a local, and that might be helpful for looking for this thief – whoever it was. She looked around, eventually finding a hulk of a car.
“Hold still,” she muttered.
Changing her trunk out for her hand, she kept squeezing his throat as she peeled off the damaged door. It came free with a quick tug, and after puffing a little purple smoke through her trunk over the metal, it became far more malleable. She hummed to herself as she twisted it up and around, dragging the shape into something vaguely square-like. Another puff, and the remaining bit of upholstery inside became more padded, more pocket-like, and she was even able to turn one of the seatbelts into a shoulder loop.
She tucked her new ‘purse’ under her arm, and then turned her attention back to the choking chihuahua. With one last puff, she shrank him to half his size – leaving him naked in the process – and dropped him into the purse. When he poked his head out the side, gasping for breath, she patted his head.
“There we go. Not a lapdog after all, huh? Hehehehe…”
“What…what the fuck are you?”
“I’m here for the party, hon. And I’m looking for someone. Don’t suppose you happen to know a thief?”
“Gonna…gonna have to narrow that down, bitch…”
“Dragon, I think? Uhhhhhh…was stealing some kind of ‘intellectual’ thing or other?”
“…Dragon? I think – yeah, I think I know the guy. You, uh…you’ll turn me back if I take you there?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Okay, uh…that way. Keep going.”
“Good boy. Such a good little doggy.”
“I ain’t – you know what, for once in my life, I ain’t gonna be that dumb.”
“Gooooooood doggy.”
#
The chihuahua turned out to be a pretty decent guide. A little stupid, a little snappy – he kept trying to bite her fingers whenever she patted his head – but he knew where he was going. He didn’t ask questions, either. Which was nice, because she probably didn’t have answers to give. The stupid company had just told her to find this guy, bring him in, and then she could go back home.
They went deeper and deeper into the Dead Zone, past the broken buildings, more ruined cars, into the middle of a gang fight that she stopped with a sparkling headlight that she turned into a strobe dance light, and then down an alley that smelled like it hadn’t been cleaned for the last few years. She ignored the smell, letting the chihuahua tell her where to go. After being shrunken down, he seemed to understand what the score was.
Eventually, he patted her hips and told her to stop. Her guide pointed to a three-story building across the street.
“He lives in there, second floor. I think he moved in last month, looking for a place to stay.”
“Huh. Why would a thief live out here?” she asked.
“You think we can afford to live in the big places, bitch? It dangerous out there if you don’t got money.”
“Oh, honey, you don’t need money to have a good time.”
She laughed, pulling the purse off her shoulder and laying it on the ground with a clank. The chihuahua shifted about, trying and failing to climb out of the metal box as she started to walk away.
“H-hey, what about me?!”
“Huh?”
“You were gonna change me back, remember?!”
“Oh, yeah. If he’s there, I’ll change you back. Be riiiiight back.”
“BITCH!”
She had already almost forgotten him as she walked across the street and into the damaged building. Oh, he was still there in the very back of her head, but her thoughts had already flicked over to something else.
The portal of the weasel coming back didn’t help, either. The little blue window followed her up the stairs as she climbed the flights of steps.
Is he here?
“I guess you can tell me when I get there. You know, I thought this would be more interesting. Instead, all I get are people staring and stabbing. I mean, fun, but not the kind of party I would throw.”
Life isn’t a party.
“Not with that attitude. Sourpuss.”
Just do your damn job before –
She rolled her eyes as she reached the second floor. Not much there, really; there were a few busted-up apartment units, but one was exposed to the elements and two others were covered in mold. Only one was in a decent state. Even in her wobbly, barely-caring state, she knew which one to look at.
So, Mama K walked down the hall and poked her head around the doorway for the only decent apartment –
“Havok?!”
The white-scaled, brown-haired dragon leaped up from the couch. It was, it was Havok! Mama K grinned at the sight of her favorite little plaything; she hadn’t seen him since Halloween of 2024, back when she’d allowed herself to be summoned for the games. He’d been such a fun little mortal to hang around with, too, and such a nice seat, too.
He was still waking up as she ducked under the doorway and stepped inside. The contract was forgotten; she was too happy. The elephant grabbed her dragon friend and yanked him off the couch, swinging him around as he yelped and squirmed in her arms. She wrapped her trunk around his torso; she wasn’t letting him go anytime soon.
“Oooooh, Havok, it’s been too long. You don’t call, you don’t summon – I thought we were having so much fuuuuun. And now you’re just sitting here? I thought I left you a club when I disappeared.”
“M-Mama K?!”
“Yep, it’s meeeee!”
She giggled, finally stopping her spin and dropping him on the ground. Havok landed on his feet – like she knew he would – and stumbled backward, falling flat on the couch a few seconds later. As he stared up at her, jaw agape, the weasel spoke up again. She was getting royally sick of him.
That’s him! That’s the thief!
“What? Him?” Mama K asked, pointing down at Havok. “No, no, he’s my little toy. My plaything. I’m not bringing him in.”
You were summoned to capture him. You WILL bring him in, or –
“Nope, not happening.”
Then we will –
“Oh, shuuuuut up, you boring little ferret.”
Weasel! And I’m not –
She was done listening. The contract meant hurting her favorite toy, which meant that as far as she was concerned, it was null and void. She started to reach for the magical essence around her neck, then paused, looking down at Havok again.
The white dragon was dressed in no more than his underwear, and though he was blushing looking up at her, he clearly was paying attention, too. One of the many reasons she liked to play with him; he had a bit of a brain to fog up and make happy-stupid. She smiled.
“Havok, one second, okay?”
“Uh, sure. Wait, one second for – gah!”
She snapped the ‘collar’ around her neck and, at the same time, dissolved herself into the same purple clouds of smoke that she had been blowing all over the place. One moment, she was an elephant demon that took up most of the space in the apartment; the next, she was smoke that was shooting straight up the white dragon’s nose and into his head.
As soon as she filled his skull and dissipated further through his body, the usual changes began to happen. She could feel Havok’s hips widening, flaring out like a female, and his cock – ooooh, that was a different feeling – throbbed in a pair of boxers that were rapidly getting too tight. His ass thickened out, his tail lifting up from the new shelf of chub and softness that she was adding to it just by being part of him.
As she made his body stand up, the weasel in the blue portal just stared. She looked up at him through the dragon’s eyes, giggling.
“Ooooh, no, look at that. I have a willing vessel. Looks like I don’t need that contract of yours anymore. Toodle-loo.”
She wiggled her fingers in farewell. When the weasel sputtered, trying to get a word in edgewise, she snorted at him. Purple smoke became purple fire as it left Havok’s mouth, and she blinked as it consumed the little portal magic.
“…Huh. That’s different. Nice, though.”
Uh, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck? Havok whispered from the back of his – their – head. What’s going on?
“Ooooh, right. One second, let me just re-summon myself; can’t stay here long without a contract, hon, you know how it is.”
A few seconds later – and a hastily-drawn contract with who knew how many misspellings and bad grammar – Mama K slid out of Havok’s face and 9into the world once more. He stumbled backward, falling onto the couch as she reassembled herself, once more the elephant succubus. She sat down on the floor beside the couch and still loomed over his sitting form.
“There we go. Perfect. Oh, Havok, it’s so good to see you again.”
“Ugh…mmmph…”
“Oh, dear. A little too much after so long? I thought you’d keep the party going? Don’t tell me you got all sober on me?”
“I – not so much sober – oh god…”
“Ooooh, just not as much strong stuff. I getcha. I am rather a lot, aren’t I?”
Chuckling, she rested her head on the arm of the couch as Havok collected himself. It was just fun to be around him again. There was something about having her old toy with her again that made her feel almost high on something new. Not a drug, not a drink, but just…nostalgia, maybe? All the good times a year ago came flooding back, from the times she’d sat on him to the parties she’d thrown, from the transformations that she’d conceived of to the various shapes that she’d possessed him in.
Oh, the times they’d had. And he still looked rather cute and playful. Still smaller than her, the white dragon had gained so much in the way of curves during her short possession. He was thicker, too, rounder in the hips and with the beginning of tits; he would have gained c-cups, at least, if she’d stayed in him. And his boner was still stretching the front of his boxers, thrust forward and begging for attention.
She traced the bulge with the end of her trunk, which seemed to be enough to shock him back to the moment. He sat up straighter, clearly still a little scared as he looked down at her, though he smiled. She liked that he smiled.
“Um, uh…so, uh, you came back.”
“Mmmm-hmm,” she said, still dragging her trunk along his bulge.
“Uh…any reason why?”
“Some company people that called you a thief.”
“Oh.”
“Mmm-hmm. I just told him to fuck off. He was boring, anyway. He might try and come back, but he’d need an army to deal with me.”
“…Um, but you were sent back to Hell last time, Mama K…”
“Yeah, because that was my contract, honey. If I’m here without limits like that…oh, you don’t know what I can do, hee hee.”
“…I don’t know whether that turns me on or terrifies me,” Havok muttered.
“Both,” she said, coiling her trunk around his throbbing bulge. “I can feel the first one. A lot. Mmm, still nice and hard for me.”
“Well, um…you…I…”
“Mmm, you miss your Mama K?”
“…Yeah.” He blushed. “I, uh, I missed you a lot.”
“Oh, honey, you make me so happy saying that.”
She sat up straight and pulled herself onto the couch. It broke immediately, of course – it was just not made for someone her size – but that was fine; the debris wasn’t sharp under her ass. More importantly, it launched Havok through the air and right into her lap. She caught him and turned him around, resting his head against her breasts and pulling him tight against her lap. One arm around his middle, the other in his crotch, and her trunk right over his face, tracing his cheeks. He squirmed, of course, but he wasn’t going to get away from her that easily. She chuckled.
“Mmmm, I missed you, too,” she said, the tip of her trunk running along his jawline. “Mama missed her favorite toy. I haven’t found anyone else as fun to play with as you, you know.”
“N-no one?”
“Not even one,” she said, shaking her head. “Everyone else just jumps at it, or makes me work so hard, or complains about it afterward. Not you, Havok. Not you, my happy little friend. You might squirm and blush and shiver, but you want Mama to change you and drag you along to the party.”
“Well, um…”
“Oh, don’t be coy with Mama, now.”
She slid her fingers under the waistband of his underwear, finally getting a good grip on his cock. It was already quite hefty, but she knew that it could be bigger. She puffed out her trunk, a sparkling stream of purple smoke running down his body. It went right across his chest, making his new breasts puff out like some party-girl in the middle of spring break, then went down to his cock and balls.
Just like before, they swelled against her fingers, the orbs falling further down, almost sliding out of one of the boxer legs, while his cock twitched and fattened between her fingers. She wrapped her trunk back around his neck, pulling his head between her breasts as she stroked him.
“Mmmm, feels like you need a reminder of how to party, Havok,” she said, squeezing him tight. “Maybe Mama should help you throw a party out here. Show all those jerks how to have fun.”
“Uh, um, there’s a lot of gangsters out here, Mama K –”
“Honey, it’s me. I know how to throw a party. We’re all going to have fun. We can – oh, shoot.”
She groaned, slapping her trunk against her forehead. Havok blinked.
“What’s the matter?”
“I forgot about the chihuahua that got me here. I told him I’d fix him if everything worked out.”
“Chihua-wha? Mama K, what the heck have you been doing?”
“Uh…a bit. Sneaking around, hip-checking a few people over buildings, turning a gang-fight into a dance party –”
“You what?!”
“Hey, I got bored. You know I don’t like being bored, Havok. Mama gets mad when she gets bored.”
“Okay, okay, yeah, I get it, I get it,” Havok said, shaking his head. “But still. I just…I didn’t think that you’d go that far.”
“Well, it’s not far enough. You just stay right there,” she said, getting off the couch. “And I’ll be right back. I just need to get the chihuahua out of my purse, and then we can get this place set up for the party of the century!”
#
Ten minutes later…
The chihuahua had run off as soon as she restored his height. She didn’t think that he needed to scream like he did, but she didn’t let it bother her. She had what she wanted, and as far as Mama K was concerned, that was all that mattered. Besides, she had other things to focus on.
It took more power than she expected to wrap the apartment building in her essence. The purple smoke wrapped up and around the sides of it, changing the broken concrete and busted-up metal into something grand. Some of the smoke bent and twisted into neon signs, flashing with purple and indigo light, while the rest of it turned into fancy black-matte siding, making it look modern and trendy and just a little bit overdone. She warped the roof – or rather, gave the building one – and made it look like an elephant reclining on the top of the building, one that had her curves and one boob resting over the side of the structure, the nipple pointing down with a bit of alcohol pouring off her curves toward the ground floor.
Oh, and a big shiny party ball over the front door. Sparkling lights drifted off in all directions, each one carrying a bit of a buzz with it. Anyone that walked into the shimmer would be whammied as if they had just taken a breath of one of her hookahs or had downed one of her cocktails. It would add up, over time. She looked forward to seeing what it did to people.
“Uh, Mama K?” Havok asked, tapping her side.
“Yes, hon?”
“Are you, um, planning to bring everyone here?”
“Well, what’s a party without guests?”
“I was afraid of that. Um, I was really hoping to get some sleep – not that I’m sad that you’re back, but, um, I was hoping maybe we could do this in the morning? After I got some rest and – ack!”
She giggled as she lifted Havok off the ground, holding him in front of her with her trunk. Mama K cocked her head to the side as he squirmed, his cheeks turning redder and redder as she reached between his legs and patted his heavy, swaying balls.
“Havok, you’re going to be fine. Mama K’s here. I’m going to make sure that this is the best party of the year. Even better than those blow-outs back in October.”
“Mmmph…”
“And you’re going to be my best little seat, aren’t you? At least, you know, for the first hour.”
“Nnngh…”
“Oh, you’re so hard thinking about that, aren’t you? Hee hee,” she laughed, giving him a few more strokes through his underwear. “Come on. Let’s get all set up for the night.”
She carried him back inside. Her power had done more than just remodel the outside. The three floors had been combined into one massive chamber, with lights and smoke vents along each wall. There were waterfalls of different vapors running down the walls, each one with a different color and effect. The floors had been carved out, creating rivers of wine and booze and other drinks for people to scoop up as they saw fit.
And there, at the far end of the room, was her throne. The Queen of the Party had a chair that had a giant hole in the bottom, perfectly suitable for someone like Havok to take as her personal cushion. She walked right over to it, stepping over a puddle of beer and sliding the dragon into place. He coughed as she pulled her trunk free from around his neck, but before he could complain, she sat down and smothered him beneath her ass.
“There we go, just like old times,” she said, getting comfortable on the throne. “Mmmm, I forgot how nice your muzzle slots between my ass cheeks. Hee hee, go on, give it a taste; I’m just as intoxicating as I was before. Probably even more after working up a sweat.”
“Nnngh…”
“Oh, don’t be like that. Go on. Take a lick.”
She rested one of her large, broad feet on the dragon’s bulge. He whimpered, the hot air brushing across her pucker due to where he was situated, then finally stuck out his tongue. He gave her a single lick…then a longer one…then started to whimper as he dragged his tongue further and further between her cheeks, almost like he was trying to burrow in deeper to get at her pucker. Probably getting a little high off of her scent and the various chemicals oozing out through her pores, too, but it was still fun.
Giggling to herself, she got comfortable on her throne, drumming her toes on the dragon’s throbbing cock. After a few seconds, she got bored of the cotton getting between her and her plaything and dragged his boxers down under his balls. That was better; the sheer hardness pressing against her sole was just as eager as she remembered.
Mama K leaned against her fist, taking a few deep breaths of the various drugs and substances filling the air already. She’d still need to get a DJ or something, someone that could play the good kind of music to keep everyone hopping and make sure orgies weren’t the only thing they did. Those were fun, but they could get a little repetitive with the wrong crowd, and more to the point, she could have those anytime down in Desiderium.
Havok’s lips finally found her pucker. She wriggled on the chair, giggling as he started working his tongue into her hole. Such a good little toy. She’d have to give him a fun shape later. Maybe she’d make him into a smaller elephant stud for her to ride. Or maybe she’d give him more of a candy-shape, something to make him stand out like a centerpiece in the middle of the room while everyone enjoyed him.
Maybe she’d just change the flavor of his cum for a while. That would be kinda silly, and pretty tasty. Ooooh, maybe make it ooze simple syrup for different drinks; he’d probably love getting milked that way…
The End
Summary: A little return to a character from a while back. Havok gets visited by Mama K, a demon of the party persuasion.