Jasper was hugging her legs to her chest as she stared out into the darkness of this, her final room. She had been shocked when the system allowed her to create this vault beneath her two room first, second and third levels.

The small dungeon imp fumed and plotted. ‘How has Vlad managed it? Four levels – that doesn’t compute. How could he have gained two more levels without my help? Hah! I knew it. The adventurers, they are sending in weaker adventurers. That has to be the explanation. Now I need to populate my annex dungeon, and open it up to show Vlad where he’s being going wrong.’

« Jasper! What are those things, those, those satyrs? WHAT are they DOING with my goat girls? »

Jasper stirred, waking from her contemplative mood. The outrage and shock in Vlad’s mental voice stirred her curiosity. She stretched and took to the air and flew through her small masterpiece.

Wriggling through the tiny entrance at the back of her old home cave Jasper emerged into the first level of the dungeon proper. She flew cautiously, keeping near the ceiling and to the shadows.

« NO! What kind of animals are these things, » half shrieked Vlad in shocked disgust and outrage. « I WILL kill you all, you... you... you... perverts! »

« Jasper, how can I send something to help my poor goat girls? »

« Um, how about wandering monsters? » offered Jasper in an offhand way.

And all too soon Jasper was flying through the empty second chamber of their dungeon. She could hear a strangely enticing piping coming from the first chamber. The first music she had heard since her rebirth.

Jasper flew slowly making use of all the cover she knew about. The music was becoming – entrancing. Then she was perched on a small shadowy ledge, looking into the first room. She found it difficult to believe her eyes. A satyr that seemed to have the legs and tail of a horse was dancing a hip-jerking dance while playing his panpipes. His friends two with goat legs and one with horse legs were having a full blown orgy with the mobs from the first two rooms.

Jasper felt her eyes bugging out. And yet that music was digging away at her inhibitions.

« Wandering monsters? – Wandering guardians? – Wow! – That should work... What do I need? – Ah! Yes... Yes I confirm. JASPER! What are you DOING? »

Jasper edged forward, captivated by the droning sound of the pipes not even noticing one of the satyrs strangling his partner as he came.

« You filthy things – I’ll give you what you deserve – how dare you say my goat girls are inferior – Just you wait – let’s see how you like my dragonsnails – My special dragonsnail! »

Jasper blinked and hesitated – the male boy that still resided somewhere in her was screaming in horror, and Vlad’s fuming was also helping distract her from her growing enthrallment to the satyr’s music.

Down in the chamber, the orgy continued. Three of the goat girls lay dead. Jasper – still screaming internally – was flying around near the ceiling. The musician was upping his efforts as he eyed the dungeon imp with a leer. Then a mid-sized dragonsnail slithered into the chamber. In a shrill falsetto it piped, “Fear not – For I am here to avenge you.”

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He was ignored, the satyr with the panpipe was leering up at Jasper while the other three were busy. The dragonsnail hesitated, and then he shot out a long thin shoot that hit the piper before it detached itself from the dragonsnail. The shoot melted into the satyr. The dragonsnail observed the result of his efforts before targeting another satyr. This one convulsed and shrieked when he looked up and saw the intruder.

The dragonsnail reached down and bit yet another of the satyrs removing his head and shoulder. The dragonsnail tossed his head up and swallowed the morsel he had bitten off. The shrieking satyr fled. The piper lowered his panpipes and stared at his dead friend in horror.

The last celebrant looked up and froze. Just the wrong reaction as the gaping head of the dragonsnail darted towards him. The piper screamed and fled as the last of his friends lost his head to the dragonsnail.

Jasper fluttered to the ground and sat rather abruptly as her legs refused to support her. The goat girls dragged themselves to their feet – well hooves – and looked around in a dazed fashion. Vlad urged them deeper into his dungeon, urging them to head for his core chamber so he could keep them safe. The Dragonsnail remained and finished off his repast of satyr. Then it too headed deeper into the dungeon.

Jasper limped after the dragonsnail. Then she took to the air and landed on its shell. “Hey you slimy horror. Thanks I guess. I herby name you Draco Mal... Yeah Draco Mal.”

Draco Mal shivered and, for a brief instant was enveloped in a green glowing cloud. He raised his head and swung it to look at Jasper. His head darted towards Jasper and he gave her a loving slimy wet tongue kiss.

Jasper was nearly knocked of her perch. “EEWWW!” She exclaimed even as she took to the air and streaked towards her lava bath. “I hate your snails Vlad!” she screamed.

« Why? They are good guardians. And they’ll work deeper in our dungeon if we place several in a room. Oh, what do you think we should do about our goat girls? Two of them are pregnant thanks to those perverts. »

“I don’t care. Abort them.”

« Oh – sorry I hadn’t realized you were so upset. I’ll ask you later when you’ve had a bath and calmed down. »

“I’m not upset! You wouldn’t have this problem if we still had undead. And why didn’t you tell me about Ghouls?”

« You never asked. You just told me what you wanted. »

“Umph! And why did you let those rapists escape?”

« They didn’t. The dart thing is the dragonsnails, um, male organ. They are going to give birth to lots of dragonsnails. And the little ones will eat their way out. Um. »

“Umpth!”

Then Vlad sighed quietly and respawned his first level. ‘I’ll have to get hold of a male goat to have something to defend the girls.’

« (The Raptors) »

Hainrick reigned in his horse and stared grim faced at the row of bodies dangling from the rough gallows that had been erected facing the adventurer’s guild. In pride of place was his friend and co-religionist Bracos SunHigh. He dismounted and threw the reins to one of the young grooms that was standing close to the guild buiding.

Hainrick strode into the guild building and headed through the door to the private offices ignoring the two clerks behind the reception desk. He barged into the guild master’s office and chased out the two satyrs he found therein.

“What is going on here Vaspedian? Who dared kill Bracos and why hasn’t his body been removed for burial?”

Vaspedian looked up at his unwelcome visitor. “They all sent letters to Refuge reporting the fact that the centaurs were making another attempt on the city. Silvanna Ironhoof arrived back from the destruction of Refuge and hauled them all out and after questioning them under truth sense. Well she had them hung. Two she had pulled apart by four horses. You’ll find the bits hanging over the gates we still don’t need.”

“That’s ridiculous Vaspedian. There is no crime in reporting on the activities of enemies to one’s friends.”

“Silvanna disagrees. So do the elves, and Silvanna had several standing as witnesses.”

Hainrick worked his mouth and glared. “And what were those filthy goat men doing here?”

Vaspedian grinned. “They were complaining that the dungeon has instituted wandering monsters and that one of them spoiled their fun. And that prevented them from ensuring that they wouldn’t have any dungeon born spawn.”

Hainrick barked a laugh before storming out.