A Hive of Scum and Villany

Anonymous took a deep breath and entered The Brave Badger, a swill dispensary of the lowest caliber down in the warrens of Dragons Rest where the kobolds and Troglodytes outnumbered the dwarfs.

It was a loud and smelly place. A medley of pregnant goblins ‘clothed’ in rags greeted him at the door. The rubbed their leeaking breasts and taught bellies against his legs, as they pulled and tugged his cloak away. “Hey stud, cream pies for only a copper.” One said pawing at his Dick. “Totally safe, no chance of knocking me up!”

“Sloppy Tits just had a brat, if you want to knock something up, but that’s a silver.”

“If you come back in a month you get to keep the kid!”

“N-no.” Anonymous mumbled trying to get out from the little swarm.

“Fine you dive a hard bargain… free?”

“Free?”

“Free?”

“Free?”

He saw a sea of yellow teeth grin at him, hoping he’d be there John. “Sorry, I’m here for a meeting.”

“Bleh!” The welcoming party dropped his coat on the ground, and farted their displeasure as they returned to their lounging and masturbating.

He moved past the rotten red curtain into the bar proper. It seemed that there were folks not as lucky as him, several blokes around the bar were getting ducked off under tables, or were fucking a goblin in a booth.

The floor was sticky, and flooded with spilt beer. Green waiters waddled around the place getting distracted by the slighted sight or scent of sex. Up on the wall behind the bar was a picture of a dwarven man. The owner, who was suspiciously absent from the scene.

He ignored all of this, with a great amount of effort and spotted his target. Unmistakable away from her home, white as cum the drow princess sat in a corner of the bar, a goblin shakily playing a violin as she sipped from her cup. The goblin was hanging from the wall by a scrap of cloth stuck into the wall with a knife.

“You can only be Night.” He said, standing before her table.

The drow looked at him with those unnerving purple eyes.

“You know how to pick an interesting meeting spot.”

The elf shrugged. “It’s gone down hill since I was here left.” She gestured to the room. I think they ate the previous owner,”

“Charming.” The man sniffed. “There’s a reason they shouldn’t be let off the reserve.”

“What do you want?” The snowing being asked, impatient for such a long lived thing.

Annoyed that he hadn’t yet been offered a seat, Anonymous pulled one out from himself and sat down.

Night sighed. “I wish you hadn’t done that.” She voice was melodious but quite unenthused. “That chair is boobytrapped, I have another appointment after you.”

Anonymous stiffened. “I beg your pardon?”

“It’s fine.” She put her feet up on the table. “It’ll only trigger if you get up… or wiggle around too much.” She took another sip. “So what do you want?”

“I…” Anonymous shook his head. “Sorry… can we disarm whatever I’m sitting on?”

Night set her mug down. “No. This will make it easier to kill you if you brought something insulting. Now get on with it.”

“I’m yes well…” Anonymous fidgeted with his shirt. “The prince has called upon The Princesses…”

Night scoffed. “I’m so glad you sat down. The Priestesses should know by now that I reject their destiny. Pick another.”

Anonymous cried out as Night slipped her foot under his char and began to tip it back. “Nooooo!” He cried out. “Nonononono!” His arms shot between his legs and gripped the chair like he was breaking a bronco. “Your people didn’t send me! I’m here from a collector!”

Night took her feet away and let him slam back down. He winced and waited for a detonation. “A collector of what?”

“Garments!” He cried out. “He wants a pair of freshly worn panties from each princess.”

Night cocked an eyebrow. “To steal, from the princess of each nation? It’s never been done.” Shevsmiled. “And in the royal palace no less.”

“The pay matches the risk. 10 BP.”

Anonymous tried to get a read of the being before him. Her patience seemed to replenish now that she knew what was on offer. “Interesting.” She put her legs up on the table. She stared into his eyes as she slowly pulled her panties up her pale legs, and over her boots. He felt short of breath, even more so she she flicked them against his face. “Seven to go.” She got up, and pulled her knife and the fiddling goblin off the wall. “Consider that a sample of what’s to come.”

She walked away from the table but as she did she placed her hand on the back of his chair and tipped him over onto his back. “Aaaaaah!”

He sat there waiting for the chair to explode. As he did he saw the bar, upside down.

A stout dwarf came out with a goblin girl in each hand, and one riding his neck, and using the braids of his beard like the reins of a horse. He was joined by and older looking goblin with greying hair a pregnant belly sticky with fingerpaint, and both of her ponderous breasts being milked like a cow by some dwarfem devise.

“So girls, how’s business?”

“Good Daddy!” Sang the choir of goblin whites and waitresses.

The dwarf put his arm proudly around the older goblin and the two shared a long randy kiss.

Anonymous blinked. “They… didn’t eat him?” He eased himself out of the collapsed chair, and checked the bottom. There was nothing there.

Everything she said was a lie.

——-

High Priestess Illumi grunted as she finished off Night’s final knot. The rouge dangled by a webwork of rope. Her limbs went this way and that her skin completely exposed in naked. There was no more skilled knot worker in all the world than the high priestess of Lolth, and Night had been her project since dawn. “Comfortable?”

“I could sleep like this.” Night quipped, despite the deeply uncomfortable bondage.

“Ah, then I must whip you in hopes that the throbbing will keep you awake throughout the ceremony.

Night twitched. She much preferred to be on the whipping end of the whip. “And mar the Prince’s prize?”

Illumi smiled. A grotesque expression on such a woman. “We’ve already given him you, how much more insulted can he be?”

As if his divine ears had heard the insult, a servant entered the room. “High Priestess, your turn approaches.”

“Yes, yes,” Illumi sighed. “Tell the herald we come.” She cupped Night’s chin. “I have but one last alteration to make…”

——-

Gabe opened his eyes, he was beginning to question the supposed wisdom of the audience. They seemed as repulsed by the options before him as he was. The obvious solution to him was to get the axe and give it to Vera. She could wield without needing the strength and wouldn’t be corrupted by it, but it was by far the least popular option.

He considered vetoing the option but wasn’t sure he had the strength to resist their will. So soon after vetoing Precious’ transformation, he felt almost compelled to follow their guidance.

He opened his eyes and pointed to the central item. “I choose the shield.”

Jasmine gave a small woop, then covered her mouth. She scanned the audience for her sister’s disapproving face. “Apologies…”

Gabe cocked an eyebrow. “You’re… happy with my choice.”

“It’s an honor to wield any of them!” The whole group gave her a stare.

It seemed they were having a harder time shaking off their lives in this world than Skye had promised. In this world, this would have been Jasmine’s crowning achievement, and it looked like the orc wasn’t going to let the human get in her way.

“Okay, come here and receive my gift.”

Jasmine nodded and kneeled before the throne. Gabe twitched to see his rival now before him was intoxicating. Precious let out a small murmer as he stiffened against her bum. On the ground The Dominator grew a spear shaft out from the base of its dildo tip.

Balthazar brought the shield to Gabe, who brushed Precious off of him. He took a moment to adjust his pants so the rest of the team couldn’t see his stiffy. Taking the shield Gabe looked down at Jasmine.

‘Make her work for it.’

“Jasmine The Unfallen, are you worthy of this honor?”

Jasmine bowed her head. “Yes your majesty."

"Do you swear your loyalty to me, and vow to do whatever it takes to see this quest to the end?"

Jasmine nodded her head. "I swear."

It felt kind of good to make her grovel for something she didn't even want. Her busting him with Hilda wasn't as far removed from his mind as he liked to pretend. "Then take your prize."

Jasmine nodded and held out her hands. Gabe placed the heavy shield in her hands. The weight was impressive, the things didn't appear to be made of metal, but rather marble or some kind of stone. She ran her hand over the base and felt to cool touch of statue. She stood up, slid her hand into the cradle, and hefted the thing up.

"Looking more like a warrior already." Gabe smiled.

The orcs in the room gave a great cheer. "Jasmine! Jasmine! Jasmine! Jasmine!" They chanted and hollared. Turning around she found the whole hall cheering for her. By far the world's greatest hope, it's strongest champion. Overwhelmed, she couldn't help but grin and lift her hands into the air. She gave a triumphant bellow, much to the joy of all who heard it.

Vera smiled and clapped. "Looks like she's enjoying her time as a star."

Anna clapped her hands as well. "I always knew she was a ham."

Lana however was staring at the prince. Watching as he settled back on his throne, and watched Jasmine soak in the praise. It looked like his position as ruler suited him more than he liked to let on. He could have just given her the shield, but he had to make a show of it. 'What's going on in that brain of yours?'

Eventually modesty did catch up with Jasmine. She gave a nod of her head to her sister, and returned to the group. "Hear anything yet?" Anna whispered.

Jasmine shook her head. "Not yet, seems normal enough to me for now." Either way she place the thing against the throne. "Heavy as hell though."

"You almost looked like you were having fun there."

"Yeah." Jasmine rubbed her head, forgetting her hair was tied up in tight braids. "She's still in there..."

Anna understood. "When you were throwing him around, it was all I could do to not run in there and fight you myself. He was so important to me in this world."

"Isn't that messed up?" Jasmine grumbled. "He cheats on you then rewrites your brain to make you worship him. As if I needed more proof he gets off on it."

"Well it didn't work." There was an edge to Anna's voice. She'd always been so insulted by the way she behaved when they'd started dating. As if she was some victim who had no say in who she dated. "I broke up with him, soon as I woke up."

"Oh." Jasmine shrugged sheepishly. "Good for you."

---

Precious was apparently comfortable being Gabe’s lap warmer. She made no effort to get up or move. Gabe found this curious, they’d never been particularly affectionate in the real world. Was it too much to hope that the entire team had been secretly lusting over him, like Vera?

He noticed the others giving concerned looks when they thought he wasn’t looking. Were they worried about what he’d do to her, worried about what he’d done? He changed one of their sexualities to include a new fetish. That was so invasive, and unlike with their heritages, he’d had a choice in the matter. In fact he'd gone out of his way to do it.

Or was it something else? They were all taking this so well. Their complaints had all been centered around what he’d done to them. Anna had already revealed that the girls had their introduction before him. He blushed, wondering if he’d been as naked for theirs as they had been for his.

But what sort of introduction were they given? How did Skylar prepare them for all of this, and what rules did she teach them?

“You’re majesty. As the strongest sovereign in the world it is your right to call upon the Drow, and they have obediently heeded your words. High Priestess Illumi now presents you her Princess." The call of The Herald broke him from his thoughts.

The team gasped as Night was wheeled out. She was literally rolled out by half a dozen male drow. She was inside a wooden cube. Her pale body stretched out in all directions by the network of ropes tied around the edges. She floated there, tied down even unto the toes. Her mouth was spread open by a ring gag, and her nose was pulled back into a pig-like snout by two hooks.

A wave of guilt washed over Gabe. More than guilt, disgust. This is what he sentenced her to? “Cut her down!” He got to his feet, just barely allowing Precious time to scamper off.

The elf who’d been walking with Night chuckled musically. She was gorgeous. Her back was covered by a regal white veil and cape that spread out behind her for twenty feet. Beneath it, she was naked except for the rope harness that bound her breasts into purple orbs. It seemed to be enchanted or alive because as she stood a knot moved rhythmically back and forth across her sex. “Prince, if you claim to rule the world you must show tolerance for all the races under your boot. Night was bound thusly by me in our most sacred of traditions, cut her down, and you insult our god.”

“I don’t give a damn about your god.” He called to the crowd. “Someone get me a knife, and I’ll do it myself.”

A squire ran forth and humbly offered his knife. “Sire.”

“This man’s a knight!” Gabe pointed to the squire and turned back to Night. Illumi was no standing between them. She looked over the shorter man. she was the first elf he’d seen animate, her thin frame and long limbs were more unnerving than beautiful. She was like the other mother from Caroline.

“You bowed to the orc’s tradition without a fuss. Yet with us you can’t contain your disgust long enough for me to make an introduction.” She bent down to be face to face with him. “I respect strength Prince, but I worship Lolth. Do not think I will forgive you if you choose to insult her.”

Gabe took a step back. This was the first person in the world to challenge him.

Skye’s voice entered his mind. “Tread carefully Gabriel, Illumi is not to be trifled with. Consult the wisdom of the audience.”

Time seemed too slow for Gabriel. Two paths split out before him. They overlapped in his vision, and everything was blurry.

“Okay guys, I’m counting on you.”

“If I cut Night down then I look tough, and I protect my team. They’ll probably trust me more. But I’ll anger The Drow. I don’t know what that means, but it could lead to a fight. They might even rebel, whatever that means.”

“If I back down, I look weak, but I’ll be able to show that I respect the cultures of the people I rule. I might even increase relations with the drow. Of course, Night will be angry, and who knows what the harem will think?”

“What should I do?”

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