Molly's Fetish

Once I woke up and recovered from using my battle form, I decided to get some answers out of Rouge, but the werewolf was nowhere to be found. I managed to find the water farm and made my way out of the elephant graveyard. There wasn't much else to do there. Besides the one water farm, everything else had been stripped clean. Maybe it was better that way. If they had been present when I woke up, I might have tried to convince them to join me. What would I say to Kale and Molly?

"Hey, I know these girls are bandits, and they stole from us, but the werewolf had a great pussy." Saying it out loud didn't make it sound any better than when it was in my head.

I scavenged my staff or what was left of it. Focusing qi from my battle form had nearly killed it. I barely managed to grow a seed from the staff's remains. The little seedling would remember wielding my power, and hopefully, it would be better at handling the power in its next incarnation.

After returning the seedling to my inventory, I tucked the water farm under my arm and skated back to the camp in the dark. While finding my way back should have been challenging, the world spirit gave me a little tug whenever I veered off course. It was starting to grow on me. The minor warnings it gave and helpful hints made interacting with it almost worth it. I would be happy if it stopped putting me in pornographic situations for a few minutes.

I arrived back in record time and managed to return the water farm to its proper place. While I was at it, I took some seeds from my inventory and planted them around the camp. With some qi, they grew into posts covered in formations. They would warn me if anyone invaded our camp again and gather what qi they could for me. A little extra early warning was better than nothing.

After I finished solving one problem, I returned to the tent. Molly's eyes snapped open before falling on me; various symbols appeared around her on the backdrop of magic circles before her mind caught up. Once she realized I wasn't a stranger, she calmed down.

"Where have you been?" Molly asked.

"I retrieved our water farm," I said.

"My hero, I had a spare. Did you at least have fun getting **** by a bunch of bandits?" Molly asked.

"It was interesting. How's Kale doing?" I asked.

"That bad, well, you do look exhausted. Kale should be ready to come out by morning. I don't know what form she will take. Not many centaurs get the chance to rank up. Most are killed before they can finish the transformation." Molly said.

"Why would most of them die before they can transform?" I asked.

"I don't like it when you stand over me. Why don't you come in and snuggle with me? it's cold; I'm sure you're tired?" Molly said.

She wasn't wrong; I was still wiped from my earlier transformation. My run back here didn't help matters. I pulled a warm washcloth and bucket from my inventory and began the process of cleaning the road off of me. Molly stared at me for a long minute before rolling her eyes and turning over.

"Get in behind me when you're done, and hurry up; it's cold," Molly said.

Once I was clean enough, I slipped under the cover behind her. "Alright, why would someone want to kill a centaur before they can rank up?" I asked.

"It takes far more Devateria for a centaur to rank up than a catgirl or werewolf. Of the monstergirls that populate the world, only the legendary species like dragons, giants, and gods require more. For example, a lizardgirl could rank up to a lesser dragon for 5 times the amount of cum a centaur can rank up to a giant. Few other species can jump to a moderately powerful race to a legendary." Molly said.

"Is that what Kale is turning into?" I asked.

"No, the mana levels aren't there. Kale is definitely ranking up, but she isn't attempting the big leap, but most can't tell the difference. If she was making an attempt to turn into a giant, we would be swarmed by Lilium's mecha girls. I think Kale is becoming a demi-human. That's a smart move on her part." Molly said.

"I thought she was already a demi-human. But, no, it's more than that; why did she put her life in our hands like that. Did she think we were too stupid to try and stop her, or was she banking on you knowing the difference? None of it makes any sense; why take that risk?" I asked.

This felt like a really dumb move on Kale's part. Did she not respect her own life? Sure, I was here, and a single mecha girl wasn't an issue with my transformation. But, Kale didn't know that, and I didn't lead her to that conclusion. If anything, Kale was just following her instincts, which actually explained everything.

"None of this was planned. Kale happened upon me, was overwhelmed by her hormones, and went with the rank up without a second thought." I said.

"That's why most centaurs are killed, and despite that, we have a bunch of giants roaming the prairie. Beast blood makes monster girls act without thinking. Unfortunately, no amount of preventative action is enough to stop them all either." Molly said.

"Alright, then why is ranking up to a demi-human smart," I asked.

"Demi-humans can come from many species lines and can rank up to chimera, Cerberus, and man, other monster girls. They make up the majority of monster girls, and it's impossible to tell the difference between one that came from a centaur and one that came from a rabbitgirl. They can also transform into their lower forms at will. For example, many werewolves rank up to demi-humans. I could also be considered a demi-human." Molly said.

"Really, what were you before you transformed?" I asked.

"That is a secret. It's rude to ask a demi-human about their former forms. Some of us are touchy about it." Molly said.

"What's the largest thing you ever fit in your ass?" I asked at random.

"My classmate's foot, why?" Holly asked.

"I'm just checking to make sure I'm still in the same world. So, questions about sex are fine, but I should never ask what you looked like before your last rank up." I said.

"You caught on to that pretty fast. That's good. I was scared you were going to bungle something up. Now when sleeping with a lady, it's proper etiquette to slip your dick between my cheeks." Molly said.

A hole opened in Kale's cocoon the next day, and pink mist poured out, filling the tent. More holes opened before Kale reached out and ripped the hole wider. The hissing sound died to the noise of tearing cloth as Kale pulled herself out of the purple remains of her cocoon. She was covered in dripping fluids and looked positively human. It was strange seeing her without her horse half. The small hairless sex between her legs looked positively human if we ignored the heart-shaped horse clit.

Kales toenails were the same color as her hooves, making them look almost painted. Then, she took on a step and fell over.

"How do you walk on these things?" Kale growled after her time in the cocoon.

"I'm still trying to figure out how you can regain your centaur form," I said.

"That's easy; she can summon the mana to her body and let her instincts do the rest. As long as she has the energy, she can swap between forms." Molly said.

"It's not like I plan to do much swapping. People don't trust centaurs this far east." Kale said.

"Can you blame them? The giant wars were only half a century ago? There are veterans on both sides that still remember. I remember this bitch Heather with her thick dick-sucking lips, who tried to write about the benefits of the giant wars. She was expelled the next day and had to put her lips to work to pay off her debt to the academy. There aren't many men who have come this far west ever since Lilium took over. I don't think Heather's sexy lips made her much money while I graduated and fucked a centaur." Molly said.

"Alright, then why did you come here, Kale? If the people around here don't trust centaurs, then why come at all." I asked.

"My tribe needs a male if we're going to survive. Lilium won't sell the Devateria we need, and the giant of our tribe isn't strong enough to defeat her. So we're **** to buy from other tribes at exorbitant prices. I heard male slaves were sold in the East for as low as a few silver pennies. So I planned to buy one and smuggle him to my tribe. If I'm successful, there is a centaur in Flank town waiting to disguise my purchase for the trip back home." Kale said.

"Of course, there aren't many male slaves this far west. Lilium-created male scarcity men are basically priceless this far west. If you wanted to buy a man on the cheap, you would have to travel much farther east, and centaurs aren't allowed past the Ayther Gate." Molly said.

"Ayther isn't that," I said before Molly interrupted me.

"Yes, the theoretical liquid and solid **** of mana or the Great Mother Goddess if you want to get religious. Our will vibrates to the Great Mother to manipulate mana and use form spells through it. Not that there is anything wrong with being religious. What do you believe in, Red?" Molly asked.

"I'm a theist. Yes, there are gods, and some create stuff, but I don't really care anymore about them than they do about us." I said.

"Well, I'm a scientist, and I haven't seen any proof of any **** that binds everything together or consciousness behind mana. However, I believe there is a **** behind mana, and it's created a mental block." Molly said.

Kale hobbled over to Molly and covered the magical girl's mouth. "I love your magical girl cock, but this is about me, not you. My people won't survive without fresh Devateria and soon. No one can have children and ranking up is impossible. I know it's a lot to ask. But Red, will you come back home to me and mate with my tribe." Kale asked.

"Alright, why aren't there legions of men lining up to do this?" I asked.

"You must have been really sheltered. Was your mother a lich, vampire, or perhaps a zombie dragon?" Molly asked.

"My mother was human as far as I can tell and alive," I said.

"Those species of monster girls are particularly sheltering of their offspring. If your mother was a dragon or a zombie dragon, that would explain your resilience. I tried my best to suck you dry, but you kept Cuming until even Kale was full. Then you took charge. I thought for sure you would have gotten that arrogance from either a dragon or a vampire." Molly said.

"Sorry, but no, I'm just from very far away," I said.

"Well, a single human wouldn't last long with a tribe of cum starved centaurs and a giantess. They wouldn't use you sparingly either. A normal human would die in a matter of days." Molly said.

"That's why we should take him to the dungeon. With some time, there, he will grow strong enough to satisfy my tribe with his lifeforce." Kale said.

"What's this about my lifeforce?" I asked.

Molly looked surprised then looked over at Kale, who stared blankly. "Well, it's probably nothing to worry about; you look healthy to me. If you get plenty of rest between sessions, you shouldn't have any ill effect." Molly said.

Yea, it just drained the hell out of my qi reserves and required a lot of cultivation. Satisfying Kale nearly drained me dry faster than I could cultivate. Multiple centaurs weren't an option then. Well, they weren't at my current level. If I advanced my cultivation, it would be different. I needed more spirits to do that. Well, maybe I could buy them from the system. Unfortunately, I was broke, so pay to win wasn't an option either. If the dungeon could really make me stronger, then it was something I had to try.

After packing up camp for the day, we walked with Kale stumbling behind on the road to Opaque village. It was the nearest village to the dungeon and had grown in population. Molly believed that it would become a major city in a few decades. But for now, savage monsters ravaged the town. We didn't know what we would see when we got there. I didn't expect to have to battle to the lowest levels of the dungeon on a rescue mission.

I stared down at the ruffled pink dress Molly stuck me in. A frilly pink wig covered my bald head, and a mask hid my face for now. I looked like the worst drag queen of all time. My arms rippled with muscle, and I smelled like a week on the road. The couple of puffs of the perfume Molly used wasn't enough to cover up my smell. Unfortunately, I couldn't even bathe in a nearby river for all the mermaids, catfish-girls, alligator-girls, lamia, and frog-girls who make their home in streams and ponds.

While they may not report me, I would have to fuck entire communities for a bath. That could be fun, but I wanted to hurry and get to the dungeon.

My last fight was an eye opener. Fighting in my battle form was dangerous, and if mecha-girls were going to be a common enemy, then I had to get stronger. Whether it was by getting better techniques or a larger qi supply didn't matter to me.

So, I was confused when we stopped at Opaque village instead of going directly to the dungeon. We entered the village without a fuss and found a nearby inn. We were seated and drinking ale shortly after seating. Our cat-girl waitress happily took our order. When she took my order, she sniffed the air and stared around longingly with her slit green eyes.

After lowering my mask long enough to take a hidden sip, I had to voice my opinion. "So, why can't we go to the dungeon first?" I asked.

"Do you know how dungeons increase their power?" Molly asked.

"I can't say I do." I said.

"Dungeons profit in three ways by absorbing the cum of their male victims, the used mana from spells, or the bodies of monster girls. Loners are almost always isolated and killed the moment they enter a dungeon. Think of a lone adventurer as a free meal for a dungeon. While three is safer, it isn't that safe. Dungeons only play by the rules if you have a party of 5 to 20. Larger parties will use a lot of spells and feed the dungeon; even if none of us die, the dungeon will profit." Molly said.

"There is also the need for variety in an orgy. Dungeons seem to drop better loot if you have sex in them first. Crazy orgies can lead to some amazing gear. A cousin of mine stuffed a slime-girl into her pussy before her mother used a futa spell and stuffed the poor slime-girl further inside. She was nearly lost, but then they killed a goblin, and it dropped a rare grade lance enchanted with fire magic. When they beat the floor boss, it dropped an entire centaur armor set that matched the lance." Kale said.

"Did the slime-girl survive? Wait, how are we going to top filling a pussy with a slime girl and then stuffing it with ****?" I asked

Molly gave my empty cup to the waitress. "Slime girls can take nearly anything as long as their core isn't damaged. I'm sure she had the time of her life soaking in taur cum. Great, now I'm horny thanks a lot, Kale." Molly said.

That put an end to Molly the helpful information source. She would be useless unless I fed the beast. So I looked around the tavern for someone that would speak to Molly's kinks.

I spotted a deertaur standing quietly at a table and got up. "What are you doing?" Kale asked.

"She's horny, and that girl looks lonely. So I might as well invite her over," I said.

"That is so sweet of you. I'll tell you all about it and give you any hole you want if it works out." Molly promised.

I nodded and sucked in a breath. Approaching and talking to some girl I didn't know into sleeping with my pink-haired bombshell of a friend was new to me. Hell, I felt like Marco Polo here exploring a new world. The culture was different, and if anyone found out I was male, they would use me until I ran dry. Even Molly confessed to trying to drain me dry on our first meeting.

The woman was a blonde with pointed ears that twitched with my every step. Coming up with a pickup line would have been great, but they all left me moments before I approached her. So how the hell was I going to break the ice and get her to fuck Molly? Well, the deertuar was alone here; what did that tell me. I could practically feel my Emily pointing at the details and railing at me for not understanding.

What did alone mean in this society? Did drinking alone make her an outcast in taur country? Would that give her high defenses, and if so, what of it? Deer were herd animals; if I recall correctly, why would this one roam alone? Did she do something to outcast herself from others of her kind, or is something else going on? Maybe she's just here to have a drink and relax, and it has nothing to do with any social norms. It was also possible she was waiting on some friends.

"You look like you could use some company," I said as I pulled out a seat beside her.

She didn't immediately bolt or move to another table; instead, she took another sip of her drink.

"Company is something I'm trying to avoid, but you aren't one of the companions I'm expecting. You seem nervous, and your scent is masked in perfume and not the cheap stuff a professional made yours. The magical girl with the pink hair-making eyes at me. Did she put you up to this? Your perfume is strong, but your voice is deep; I can't tell what kind of monster girl you are. If I were to guess canid or wolf, your type often mixes up sexual and predator instincts." The deertaur said.

She was a talker and quick to make assumptions, and her blonde hair and blue eyes reminded me of Emily. Especially with her way of pointing out details. So far, she had made a logical argument for my approach.

"Sorry, but you're wrong about me. There isn't a drop of canid blood anywhere in my ancestry. You could say I'm here fulfilling a favor for a friend. She has a thing for taurs." I said.

"I'm the deer, but she's the skittish one. That's funny; maybe if I wasn't expecting trouble, I would buy her a drink and see where it goes." The deertuar said.

"Buy her a drink and not the other way around. She is the pursuer." I said.

"Exactly, I can't trust a magical girl into taurs not to spike my drink." She looked at me expectantly. "You should have left already if you weren't interested in trouble. That perfume hiding your scent was professionally done; even this close, I can't pierce it. You must be hiding something so let me help you out. It's easier to keep your secrets when you aren't looking for trouble." She said.

"My name is Red; what's yours?" I asked.

"Vraley Irons, here I am, talking away without asking anything. I'm terrible at my job. So what made you want to brave the anxiety of talking to a stranger for the magical girl? Does she have something on you?" Vraley asked.

I took a sip of her drink, causing her ears to twitch. "Nothing like that. You're a cute lonely deertuar, and my friend has a thing for you but is too scared to approach. Is there any chance I can convince you to come back to our place for some fun with her?" I asked.

"Now you're asking me to leave a public place with the offer of sex. I'm not too sure you aren't one of the companions I expected tonight." Vraley said.

"We're going to the dungeon later, and we need more companions. If you have a friend, we'll be 5, and that's just enough." I said.

"You don't want me, then I'm nothing but bad luck. I went into the dungeon with a party of 10, and only I made it out. That's why I'm alone." Vraley said.

That wasn't what I expected. If the dungeon killed an entire party despite their large numbers, then a group wasn't much protection. Or the dungeon wanted them dead personally. There was a lot about dungeons I didn't know. Still, I needed help, and she could be a good source of information.

"So, you've been in the dungeon before; what's it like do the monsters there have any hidden weaknesses?"

"The dungeon doesn't follow the rules. It's only hungry for bodies, and the mayor doesn't care. All she wants is to grow the town; a few deaths don't matter to her." Vraley said.

"She isn't forcing anyone to go as far as we know. If the dungeon is a little more dangerous than normal, we'll be careful. What kind of mobs does it have? Are we talking slimes, kobolds, or mutated animals?" I asked.

"Ghosts, banshees, and liches roam the halls, the dead rise, and mad adventurers speak of a zombie dragon in the depths. It has multiple floors with ever-changing rooms. When you think you've figured out the dungeon's pattern, it changes it. I went down there to rescue the daughter of a powerful merchant. But, unfortunately, a powerful wraith kidnapped her and took her down into the dungeon's depths." Vraley said.

"That sounds interesting. If the numbers don't matter, why don't you join us? Spirits happen to be my specialty." I said.

"So that's why you're wearing the perfume you're a spiritualist here to take down the dungeon," Vraley said.

I patted her shoulder. "You can believe that if you want to now come on, my friend wants to pound your deer pussy before we go," I said.

"Alright I could use a pounding after the day I've had."

Molly was overjoyed when I came back with Vraley. She couldn't pay our tab quickly enough. We made our way to our room in a nearby inn where we shared the same room.

"So, the two of you are just going to watch us have sex," Vraley said.

The blonde deertaur was naked and covered her small breasts with her arm. I couldn't join in without exposing my true identity, and Kale was busy rubbing lotion on her sore feet. On the other hand, Molly was naked and busily growing an extra-long clit cock. The sheer number of moving parts to her spell was staggering.

Flesh molding wasn't something I wanted to try just yet.

"You know Red, you should join in. Just imagine it; we can rub our bodies against each other as we fuck her. Our deer detective looks like she hasn't had a proper lay in years." Molly said.

I blinked at Molly's complete disregard for my secret, then shrugged; the odds were good; we might all die in the dungeon tomorrow anyway. After giving it some thought, I bolted the door to our room and touched the wooden wall. Formations appeared growing from the wood itself and spreading across the room. Anyone who managed to spy on us would see something mundane. Depending on how degenerate they are, that could be anything from missionary to complicated fetishes.

Exposing myself to Vraley felt like a bad idea. Not because I didn't think she was trustworthy but because she had people after her. Those enemies could **** her for information, and under ****, things slipped. She might become **** enough to do anything, including mentioning a human male. That kind of slip-up might give her a reprieve from **** or even a clean ****. Giving her that kind of card to play seemed like a bad idea to me.

But at that moment I wasn't thinking about the consequences. She was pretty enough and reminded me of Emily from the other world. Vraley's face pulled at my heartstrings, and at the end of the day, I was only a man.

I pulled off the mask and removed the wig. The frilly dress came off over my head easily enough.

"That was unexpected. You look healthy, too, hardly used at all. The dungeon, that's why you're so interested it's not for the weapons but for the items. You want to increase your life **** until you're a match for even monster girls. This isn't the right dungeon for that." Vraley said.

She glared at Molly, who ignored the start of the new conversation to grab the deertuar's hips. "You're just going to let him walk into danger without a second thought. Do you know how valuable he is?"

Molly pushed her thumb in Vraley's pussy. The deertaur moaned as Molly worked the digit deeper before backing out. Vraley's hips followed the digit right to Molly's grown deer cock.

"Red, are we forcing you to go to the dungeon. Have either of us **** you to come here?" Molly asked.

"I would have come here with or without you. Well, I would have skipped the town and entered the dungeon already. It seems perfect for me. Spirits are my specialty." I said.

Mmph!

"Was your mother a zombie dragon then or an arch lich?" Vraley asked.

I let black flames gather around the tips of my fingers. Besides my fight against the mecha-girl, I hadn't displayed this power openly. My qi spread around my body in an aura of darkness, that they couldn't see, hungrily drawing on the world spirit. The entity reluctantly fed me its qi but clearly wanted a show in return. The voyeur could be so annoying.

"So, we might have a chance. A human with a zombie dragon's blood gift might be able to turn the tide." Vraley said.

Hearing people make their own assumptions about my power never got old. The fact that it fell into the believable was handy. We were going to a dungeon that might as well double as my own spirit farm. There were sure to be high-class spirits of many different types there. If I could merge with the right types, then ascension was assured. I could step into the nascent realm without any assistance. The dungeon also seemed to promise dropped items capable of boosting my body's physical attributes. Right now, it was a mortal body enhanced by qi.

This could work if I remained confident and didn't reveal my hand to the dungeon too early. However, if the opportunity arrived, I needed to snag a lightning spirit first to cover that weakness.

"I've never had pure Devateria before. There are rumors that the pure stuff is much more potent than the processed swill Lilium sells us." Vraley said.

"Believe me, it is. You haven't lived until you've felt a big sticky mess of fresh Devateria fill you." Molly said.

Kale chose that moment to get up, pull down her panties and get on the bed. Her now very human pussy twitched, revealing her still large thumb-sized clit.

"You might get to feel what it's like if you behave yourself. We can't have you draining our human dry." Kale said as her black-lipped pussy twitched, revealing the sweet pink interior.

She spat on her hand and reached down to lube up my cock. Before taking it in her hand and directing it as she leaned back. Her powerful brown thighs tightened as she lifted her ass before pushing down. Her sweet heat, glorious pressure, and tightening depths slipped over my dick.

I watched Kale grab her tits and play with them as she bounced up and down as I instinctively humped her back. She was virgin tight in her new form, and her clit loved to push against my cock. With every thrust, she dripped and tightened even as she played with her tits and moved her hips.

Watching and just humping was impossible; I grabbed her tight ass and squeezed the soft but muscular cheeks. They were tight when she rose but softened when she fell. All the while, her butthole kept up its puffy shape despite her now pear-shaped booty. When she pushed against me, I couldn't help but groan. Being deep inside of her while watching her ass move was too much. When I came, I pulled on her for dear life while Kale slowly humped the cum out of me. There was a sucking sensation quickly wrapping around my tip as I spurted.

"Not a drop wasted. Becoming a demi-human has really brought out your succubus ancestry." Molly said.

I pushed Kale to the foot of the bed and rose to my knees. Her big ass spread wide, showing off her drooling pussy and twitching ass. Even though I had just cum I wasn't done. Something about this world made stopping after going one round feel impossible.

"Are you sure you're ok to go again? Every time you spill your seed, it's a few months off your lifespan." Vraley said while bouncing on Molly's futa dick. The deertaur didn't seem nearly as worried as her words suggested.

"I think I'll be fine," I said and stuffed Kale full again.

"Be careful; if you keep giving me seconds, that's what I'll expect every night. You'll be used up like that before the year is out." Kale said.

I had already recovered the qi lost through cultivation. If anything, I felt overcharged. The more I fucked Kale, the more qi the world spirit sent our way. I could sustain my battle form for a few minutes with this much power.

Instead of answering, I gripped her ass and pulled hard-driving myself in deep.

"Yum, there were a few drops I missed inside. Thank you for that and fucking me like a proper stallion." Kale said.

I gripped her hips and pounded her hard. This wasn't the pleasant slow motions she had established on top. Instead, my movements were meant to use her wet pussy to squeeze out another orgasm. When I came this time, Kale screamed out and tightened as if she had an orgasm as well. I filled her pussy and felt her milk me for every drop.

This was getting dangerous. I humped Kale's cunny a few more times and came again.

To replace the lost qi, I had to focus on cultivation this time. Kale drained more of my lifeforce this time than in my last orgasm.

"Sorry, it's hard for me to hold back when you're feeding yourself to me. You're so deep I can hardly stand it. Can you give me just a few more, please?" I pushed forward again, and Kale screamed as I came; this time, the orgasm lasted 5 times as long as expected. My body weakened considerably, and cultivating to return my strength was slow. But I couldn't stop now. Kale's mouth clamped around both of her nipples as she pleasured herself. Vraley humped down on Molly's futa cock in earnest while watching us. I could tell she was picturing me the whole time. This type of being wanted was addictive even more than the sex.

If I kept going, I could die. That fact hadn't hit me until now. My body would recover within a few hours, but what if I kept going. The cost had grown exponentially higher, and the pleasure increased seemingly without end.

I slapped her on the ass and pulled out of her tight pussy with a pop. "Sorry, that's enough for tonight; we have things to do tomorrow."

"Coward, you're too scared to keep going, and you don't trust me to stop before it's too dangerous for you," Kale said.

I stuffed three fingers in her cunt and massaged her clit with my thumb. Kale tightened instantly as I gave her pussy a little more pleasure.

"Are you in control, or is this?" I flicked her large clit again. Her hips shook, and I withdrew her fingers and licked my fingers. "It's easy for you to call me a coward when you take no risks."

She didn't look the least bit sorry. "Can we have sex again in the morning?" Kale asked.

"I will think about it," I said.

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