Bon Nuzrath The Helldrake

The two admin, one old and one new, have left, and you're standing around, seems that among the other updates to your code you count as a player-character now so "Liudnas Apsaugos", ('Dolorous Guard' in Lithuanian,) your dungeon, is permanently rezzed up. You've been given a few small shinies by Zarakisss, who told you to just keep her old gear, as she was an admin character now she had no need of it. It mostly was of little to no use to you. A Necklace of Cold Resistance +1 with a Holy Symbol to Helia that doubled Fire Damage if you were one of Helia's worshipers? Slippers of Comfortable Warmth? A Cleric Staff +20 Melee of Improved Undead Turning? Goggles of See Invisibility? Junk, Junk, Junk! But there were a few treasures among the trash.

One was a Ring of Feather Falling: there were a couple of really large and deep pits in the new dungeon according to your map, and you didn't fancy falling down one while one of your wings had a crippled condition on it, so the ring might come in handy.

Another was Bracers of Archery +50: +50 to Ranged Attack is nothing to sneeze at.

A Heward's Handy Haversack: For you, it was a very large belt pouch, where for her it had been a smallish backpack, but it still let you keep the over two dozen potions she'd been carrying handy to use in combat.

And Lastly was the most fun item: a 'Manual of Sexual Positions': this book would give ideas for over sixty fun sex positions, so you could keep it fresh in the bedroom, which with seven lovers to satisfy would be very important!

So here you are, a dungeon that's been assembled out of spare parts, no idea what's in it, no idea where any of your lovers are, and a raging hard-on from the way that the new extremely junior admin was flaunting her naked body at you, even playing with her own avatar's status modifiers when she thought her tutor wasn't looking a couple of times to drool strings of girl cum on the floor when only you could see... You had been more than half tempted to try to mount her right there but had held back with an effort of will. It was a trap, you were sure of it.

Suddenly there's a clonking and clanking bell approaching from the lower tunnel... You tense, what in the world could this be?

...

And in walks the Imp, but she's changed, her small body that was almost like a tiny cartoon character is replaced by a full figured woman's body about six feet tall, and with melons that sway and bounce with each step. You only know it is her because of two things: her black lace bra and panties are the same, just larger, and she still has the glossy latex-like red skin with black cow hooves and an anthropomorphic black-furred cow's face: The ringing cowbell attached to a black-lace choker around her neck is new though...

"Hello, Bell Imp, or should I call you," you pull up her status filter, "'Hophuxbonay the Un-Rescued'?" you quote.

"That's the name for the new me, to you I want to always be 'Belle', and you'll always be 'Drake' to me," she says, eyes sad.

"What's wrong 'Belle'?" You ask and she starts to sob.

"Yu, yu, you did; didn't save me, Drake! Not once! You d-didn't i-even try! And n-now that's imprinted into my very name forever!" And she runs up and starts beating her fists against your chest scales like an angry child. "Wh-Why did you leave me?! You left me to die over and over and over, ringing the bell to warn you they were coming! All you had to do was give me permission to come to warn you in person, YOU GREAT, BIG, SELF-CENTERED, GARBAGE-BRAIN! Why did you just leave me to die? Why-Why-WHY?!?!?!?" 'Belle' screams at you with all of the same pain and impotent rage that you felt this morning...