We Shall Leave at The Duchess's Pleasure

You sigh inwardly. Well, you've gone from being damned for all time to owing your slutified demonic supervisor a body for her to whore around in. Like, that's obviously a good deal, but still. This is a fuckin' hassle. You start to slip from your bed, only to realize that Dogsbody has vanished in all the commotion. Where is...oh. Your oversexed butler is already packing you a bag, her hair pinned back and the pants she ripped from your body somehow already mended and folded neatly. Fuck, you were pretty sure you'd lost a servant and gained a sexual responsibility, but it looks like you've got both instead. Again, good deal? But your dick still aches. Gonna have to do something about that.

Meanwhile, the Bimbo Orb has floated over to Dogsbody, making appreciative coos and giggles as her little emoji face gives the butler a thorough once-over.

(≧∇≦)/ "Oooo, can I have her body? Her big, fat pussy looks so mmmmm, squiiishy...."

You clear your throat. "Er, no. Besides, you probably want more of a Bunny Slope for your first time in a body. Dogsbody's definitely a Black Diamond."

"Sir is too kind."

Dogsbody smartly turns, shuddering in a small orgasm as she neatly places your bag by the door. Shit, guess that's still going on."If Sir is to be off, I shall fetch The Duchess."

The Duchess? Wait, are you married? You have an immediate flash of a mature yet comely woman with snow-white, intricately coiffured hair in a roccoco gown, her healthily glowing porcelain skin only marked by a beauty spot above her plump lips. Your vision flashes you a teasing smile before hiding it behind a her fan, which in turn reveals the indecently large breasts expertly cupped and presented by the stomacher of her dress. Fuck, is that her bustle or her goddamn ass?

The orb gasps in delight as your vision-wife winks, naughtily running a finger down her acre of cleavage. Wait, is this thing reading your mind?

＼(◎o◎)／！"Oooo, can I have The Duchess?!?!"

"Uh........maybe."

Bimbo Orb squeals in delight, whirling in circles around the room, though she abruptly comes to a halt when your butler returns carrying a tiny white puffball of a dog, growing ferociously as she gnaws on Dogsbody's shoulder. Dogsbody suffers the adorable **** with the same solemn serenity with which she bears all indignities. You notice the butler has another bag packed, equally as large as the one she prepared for you. Is that for the dog?! "Sir, The Duchess is prepared for travel."

You blink as the little fluff monster bounds from Dogsbody's grasp, her faux-menacing growls turning into affectionate yips and barks as you reflexively catch her. The tiny dog immediate sets about smothering you with kisses. Okay, you've got a dog.

(°_°) "Ummm...I don't wanna be The Duchess."

"Go figure. Dogsbody, what're we doing?"

Your butler clears her throat as she move to help you clothe yourself. Normally you'd find this awkward, but you're currently being drowned in puppy smooches so you're pretty sure you have to roll with it.

"If Sir is to fulfill Sir's promise to satisfaction, Sir must travel to the castle town to the south. Only there will Sir find enough variety to to make an informed decision on the body that is most...ahem. 'Totally hot'." She expertly straightens your cravat, her hand lingering a bit longer than necessary. "Sir may wish to leave soon, if Sir is to reach the town by nightfall. I shall surely need to be...ahem, excused by then."

You nod wearily as the Orb cheers.

(*^0^*) "Yaaay, I get to, like, watch you guys fuck right?!"

Again. This is all a good deal. But what a fucking hassle.