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Oct 23, 2019 8:10 PM
Sadde is the Champion of Ingnam
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Well. Does it smell... uhh... edible?

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It smells delicious. 

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...hmm. Well, she'll save it for later, then. She's not hungry or anything right now.

Okay. Where is there to -

..................this is uncomfortably distracting. That imp thing was naked, right? So she can get one orgasm or two out of the way before moving on. She tries to find a place to sit and reaches inside her breeches...

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Nothing interrupts her during this process. It's probably not as satisfying as that enormous cock would have been, but it's fine.

As Zetaz mentioned, after she comes her head is a bit clearer.

She could go exploring, if she wants.

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She wants to test that portal first.

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No matter what she tries, it seems to be totally inert, at least for her purposes.

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Mrr. Annoying.

She guesses she'll figure out some place to go. Do any places look more likely?

...also: "Hey, mysterious voice, do you respond or do you just ominously say things in moments of peril?"

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Mysterious voice doesn't respond.

The forest opens to the south. There's some mountains farther off in the north. The east is blocked by the river (shallow enough to bathe in at the banks, but deep enough to be intimidating in the middle). To the west, there's a whole lot of nothing.

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Figures. It's probably the ominous thing, then.

South she goes!

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The forest is rather lovely. The trees filter the light, leaving the ground dappled with shade, but the occasional groves are filled with sunlight.

One such grove is filled instead with corrupted plant life. Flowers sprout from the ground which look like brightly colored vaginas, vines dangle from the treetops with shockingly phallic fruit, and the trees themselves appear to have grown succulent green breasts.

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...she hadn't ever given much thought to the question of what sort of sexual characteristics demons might have but she would have guessed "something other than literally the same thing as humans".

On the other hand: how, uh, clean are those phallic fruits? Asking for a friend.

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They're perfectly clean! The vines undulate gently in the sunlight.

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Okay.

Okay. She did just. She means, look, if she's gonna be horny for the rest of her life she might as well figure out some tools to help, right? And no one's here to judge her for it anyway.

Right.

She'll see just how good the phallic fruit is at... its job.

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It's extremely good at its job.

(She feels... a little bit strange. Nothing she can put her finger on. Maybe it's just that she fucked a plant, and now she's feeling unusually perverse.)

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...uh, no? No.

Note to self: do not fuck plants.

Onwards.

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Onwards!

The forest continues to be a forest, though with no birdsong or animal noises. It's eerily quiet. She doesn't come across any more dickfruit.

...was that a sound?

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Oh hey another person probably. She wonders if they'll want to have sex with her, too.

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The next clearing she enters contains a short, slender man - around four and a half feet tall - with the ears, fur, and tail of a white mouse. He wears a simple robe, dyed robin's-egg blue; it hangs off his shoulders, as if he lost weight since it was sewn. He doesn't look like he had much to lose. There's also a string of intricately carved prayer beads around his neck.

He turns around as she enters the clearing, and jumps back into a fighting stance when he sees Sadde. After a moment's examination, he straightens back up and bows. "I'm sorry," he says in a quiet, surprisingly deep voice. "You startled me. I've never seen a human-morph before; I thought you might be a demon."

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"'Morph'?"

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He looks puzzled. "You haven't- I suppose you wouldn't. I'm a mouse-morph, as you can see. Practically everyone in Mareth is a morph of one kind or another. That or a demon."

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"So, like, shapeshifting?"

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He shakes his head. "At some time in the past, perhaps, but many of us have never even tasted an alchemical reagent. The changes breed true, you see - I was born as you see me now. If somewhat smaller. My distant ancestors were human, and I could probably reproduce with one if I so desired, but I am no longer human myself; I am simply a mouse-morph."

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"Oh. Huh. Well I just arrived because my stupid village has absurd rules and this one imp thing wanted to have sex with me and instead of asking nicely he decided to use magic on me and then attack me. So I'm kinda new and lost." And horny, her brain informs her helpfully.

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"Imps," he says with some distaste. "If you're waiting for one to ask nicely, you'll be disappointed. Demonic culture - and goblin culture, and minotaur culture, and actually a majority of the non-morph cultures of Mareth - treat sex as something that must be taken from another. Anyway, you needn't be too disappointed. Unprotected sex with demons leads to corruption. You were exiled?"

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"I was. 'Corruption'?"

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