1-5 (Bad)

You fall into trance, deeper and deeper, until you hit the surface of the presence's consciousness, and dive in. A scorching warmth surrounds you. A cacophony of emotions and thoughts flood into your mind. It's all too much, and you lose consciousness.

When you awake, it seems to still be night time... or whatever passes for night time in the Underdark. The lights are still out, Director or her guards are nowehere to be seen.

The thick steel bars of the cage surrounding you have been bent out of shape, creating an opening large enough for you to slip through. You may have not been able to meet the mysterious presence, but it still has come to your aid it seems. Silently thanking your savior, you step out onto the cold tiles of the hall.

You're already halfway to the door, when you stop. Behind you are the cages of the direwolf, the displacer beast and the giant bat.

You hesitate to go on, and turn around. The wolf hybrid is awake. It's standing still behind the bars. Two twinkling eyes, regarding you from the darkness.

"What are you waiting for? Go." Wolf whispers with a low growl.

"I can't leave you all here. Alone with this drow. You don't belong here.", you whisper back.

"Boy you have no idea where we belong. Look at us. We're monsters. And we have done horrible things. We are exactly where we should be.", Wolf's paw glides down one of her cage's bars as she says this.

"It doesn't matter what you have done, and it doesn't matter what you look like. Nothing here happened because you wanted it to happen. And you all deserve a chance at life under the sun.". You feel invigorated by your own certainty. This is an injustice against nature, and you are going to correct it. You're about to do something that you haven't done in a while. A druid's duty.

With newfound purpose, you mobilize reserves of magic you didn't know you had left in you. Small roots spring forth from the locks of the cages, growing larger inside until they break them with pang.

The noise wakes Bat and Displacer.

Bat looks dumbfounded at the broken lock, while Displacer already steps out her cage in a low crouch.

"Sugar, did you do this?" Bat asks of you, holding up some of the roots you've grown. She regards you with a mixture of interest and bemusement.

"Who cares. We're out." Displacer is already on her way to the door, as Wolf steps in front of her.

"I care. And you should as well. That pipsqueak over there is a damn druid. He freed us, we owe him. End of story." Wolf bares her teeth at Displacer, who rises from her crouch to match her in height, her sharp claws extend from her four paws.

"Girls girls girls." Bat saunters over, a hand to her hip, winking at you. "We can squabble all you like once we are out of here. We're all heading the same way anyways." With that she walks past the three of you and out of the door.

Displacer eyes Wolf, who just shrugs at her and follows Bat.

"Don't get in our way." Displacer hisses at you, as the both of you turn to follow Wolf and Bat.

You thought this would be easier.

You could navigate your way blindfolded through the forrest at home, and have done so in fact, but in a building? You feel as lost as Fighter in a library. You're stumbling through the halls of the menagerie, trying to remember the way the guards have taken you when they brought you in.

"Okay does anybody know where we are?", Bat asks the group. She tries to lean into a door behind her, and falls through as it opens.

None of you can believe what you are seeing. In the door frame stands Director. Bat is lying at her feet, looking up at her with an open mouth.

Director is still wearing her coat, and the dark rings under her eyes, even darker than her already dark purple skin, tell of her lack of sleep tonight. She yawns and stretches, sticking out her chest. Then she squints at you all. "What are you..."

In a blink of an eye Bat is up on her feet and behind her, holding her mouth shut. "Inside! Go! Go!"

You all rush into the room and close the door behind. Bat has Director pressed up against a wall of what looms to be her study. There's a heavy desk, with notes and books strewn about. Several book shelves and graphs line the walls, she even seems to have scribble formulars directly onto the marble. A large, black canopy bed stands in a corner, and a fire burns in a marble fireplace.

Displacer stays at the door, checking for noises from the hallway.

Wolf steps to Director. "Real nice and cozy you got it here. A lot better than a cage huh bitch?" She grabs hard into one of Director's tits and squeezes. Director's eyes go wide at the audacity, she says something muffled into Bat's hand.

Wolf nods to Bat, who releases her hold on Director's mouth. "One word without your inside voice, and you can kiss your jugular goodbye.", Wolf growls.

"You can't leave! My work is almost complete and I need..."

*Smack*

Bat blinks, Director blinks, Wolf blinks.

From the door, Displacer whistles in an impressed tone.

You have climbed up on Wolf, and slapped Director across her stupid purple face as hard as you could. Your dark hand print remains on her cheek.

"How dare you little...!"

Another smack, and another. You lay into her. Wolf of all people has to drag you off of her.

"Haha okay, okay enough. Whew, well done. Didn't think you had it in ya."

A bright, red, tapered cock unsheathes from Wolf's crotch.

"Oh, would you look at that... To be honest pipsqueak. The way you step up for us here... and the things you said back at the cages. It's kinda, ahem, manly. And we didn't witness anything manly in a while. Gets me all hot and bothered."

She takes you off her shoulders and rubs her snout into your crotch, inhaling deeply.

"Aah that's the stuff. Don't get me wrong. I love my girls here.", Wolf gestures around at Bat and Displacer. "And thanks to that bitch's experiments, we're well equipped of course." She hefts her big, grey nutsack. "But the scent of a real man. Nothing beats that."

Displacer has come over, sniffing all over you, her pink, barbed cock hardening. "Hrrm you're right... he smells of alpha."

Through the coat, Bat has started rubbing her large white dick on Director's behind. Director tries to protest, but Bat grabs a bunch of her notes, crumples them up, and forces them into the drow's mouth, keeping them in there with her hand.

"We got some sweet piece of ass right here girls. Might as well let off steam before we go. Oh and of course you are invited as well sugar." Bat winks at you again, and licks across Director's cheek, right where your handprints are still visible.

Displacer turns to Director, and rips her coat open. Her perky, firm breasts jiggle. She tries to scream into Bats hand, but coughs as she gags on her notes. Her face is dark with anger.

"What the fuck is that?", Wolf points at Director's crotch. Her prick is even smaller than yours. It's an honest to gods micropenis, but at the same time, it got one of the largest ballsacks you have ever seen hangin behind it.

"Okay we gotta ask her about this. I can't fuck this whore's brains out and keep thinking about... whatever this is. You know what I mean? Bat?"

Bat seems almost in trance, looking at the smallest cock in existence. "Huh? Ah, sure." She takes her hand off Director's mouth. "Okay slut, spill the bean... sorry I couldn't help myself. No seriously, why is every drow out there waltzing about with a longsword in her pants while you have to make do with that throwing dart?"

Director is furious. "Fucking ask Lolth! Our oh so beloved goddess of harlots! Maybe this is her sick sense of humor! Maybe I have questioned our entire race being devoted to some lofty deity, who by the way managed to almost destroy all of magic at some point, just because she was too fucking stupid to understand what she was doing? Because she rarely has a plan? Because she's just a dumb fucking bim..."

"We get it, stop shouting." Wolf warns Director with a claw to her eye. "So why not step outside? I thought you get your cunts back when you leave?"

"I have agoraphobia."

"What?"

"I have agoraphobia! I am not leaving this building! Ever!"

"Okay this is stupid, let's just fuck this bitch and get out of here." Wolf forces Director down and unceremoniously pushes her beastial cock into her mouth. "Every tooth I feel is one you lose. Start sucking and you might live."

Director glares up at Wolf and begins to bob her head up and down on her red member. She's clearly skilled in sucking dick, as she can go down to Wolf's knot right out the gate.

"Don't even think of knotting her" Displacer positions herself next to Wolf and brings one Director's hands to her member. "We need to make this quick."

"She's right." Bat takes the free spot, and the free hand.

Director is sucking in wild motions at Wolf's cock, while simultaneously jerking Bat and Displacer off. Her hair is disheveled from.the manhandling she had to endure, strands of hair sticking out from her topknot. The needles holding it together have flewn out and to the side of the room. Her glasses are fogged over and sit slightly ajar. But her micropenis sticks up straight, dripping pre onto the marble. Maybe she has a masochistic side to her?

You stand off to the side, your small cock tenting your pants. You don't know what to do. Should you join in? Somehow? You had a clear path in mind when you started hitting her. Beat up the bad guys and get away. But what the hybrids are doing now... that you know nothing about.

Wolf starts grunting, and holds Director's head in place. Going by the gulping noises the drow makes, she currently has to swallow large amounts of cum. Almost at the same time, Bat and Displacer start to jizz all over Director's hands, face, glasses and hair.

"Yeah take it bitch", Wolf howls.

"What about him?", Displacer asks, looking at you.

"Oh sugar, we can't forget about you. C'mere and show that bad, bad girl what you got."

You timidly step up in front. Director stares daggers at you. She sits against the wall, her glasses are drenched in jizz and barely hang on to her nose, cum drips from head, lips and face onto her dark, purple tits. "What? What do you want little shit? As if you could do ANYTHING to me. Have you seen the magnificent genitals I have gifted my creations with? You are nothing to me."

The hybrids look to you, and you realize this is a deciding moment. Here and now you can either prove yourself to them, or lose their respect forever. If you could become their leader, you could provide for them, guide them. You have to show them what kind of man you are. What is inside of you.

You dig deep into your anger, deep into what connects you to nature. The feral aspects of you have always been shelved and pushed to the side. By the village, by your family, by your group. You always had to be calm little druid, the nature boy, chirrping to the birds and making goodberries.

You begin to grow, as green magic swirls around you, taking the form of glowing leaves. Your arms and legs become as thick as tree trunks, and your chest expands. Long, black claws extend from your fingers, and dark brown feathers begin to sprout from your skin. Your mouth becomes a sharp beak, and your eyes whites turn yellow.

You have become an Owlbear. Big, strong and fearsome.

A large flared, mottled cock extends from your crotch, bigger than any of the other hybrid's. Here you took a little inspiration from a different, more endowed animal.

The hybrids regard you in awe, almost slumping away from your massive form.

Director just stares at your cock extending over her, throwing a shadow across her face. Pure fear is written all over it.

You say nothing. You don't have to anymore. You can just take what you want.

You pick up Director, turn her around, and shove her into the wall. She yelps.

You put one of your massive claws above her mouth, and pull her shapely ass towards you with the other. Then you line up.

Wolf licks across her snout behind you, her dick is rock hard again. "Do it.", she whispers.

You push in. Director screams into your claw, biting down so hard you think you hear her teeth break. You don't care about her. You're doing this for the hybrids. For everything she has done to them. And to gain their trust. Their fellowship. She is just part of the proceedings.

You push further and further into the drow's jiggling, tight ass. Stretching her, pulling her over your cock like a sleeve. Her giant balls churn, and her microprick starts pissing cum, painting the notes and graphs alabaster. Her body has almost gone limp against the wall, except for the occasional twitch. Her eyes have rolled up to the ceiling, her mouth foams around her lolled out tongue. She isn't even moaning, there's only unintelligible gibberish coming out of her.

You begin fucking her. The constant stream of cum from her little prick becomes more forceful, shooting at the walls like a hose. You notice the hybrids have started jerking themselves off. You nod to them, inviting them to your side.

Pressure builds up in your loins, and you begin to drench the insides of the dark elf in your seed. The others fling their cum onto her ass and back. But none of your loads compare to the large puddle that has formed under Director, or the new paintjob on the wall in front of her.

You retreat from her abused, stretched asshole, leaving her gaping and leaking. Then you drop her to the floor, and into her own cum, which her mini penis is still adding to. A well used mess, utterly broken and put in her place.

"Let's go", you growl, and the others follow.