Chapter 106 - Unexpected Threats

“Took you long enough,” muttered Ashe as Trey walked in the door. She quickly shut up when she saw the two holding hands as they entered and glanced sideways and Izumi.

Soon thereafter: all of the demons Trey’d released from their contracts bonded to register as Trey’s minions again - including Ezdeath - and the group seemed to go back to the activities they had left off with before Trey had left for his walk.

“I hope that everything is cleared up,” stated Jason as he too eyed their clasped hands enviously while Trey sat next to Ezdeath against the wall.

“Yeah, it’s cleared up!” Ezdeath said happily to nuzzle against Trey and share the cloak he had as a blanket. However, as she caught Rivia’s glare of supreme jealousy - Ezdeath remembered the comforting words Rivia had spoken to her less than an hour ago… and the request that Trey had made just now. Ezdeath wasn’t about to let the goddamned Heir of Eleknar get away when he’d fallen so easily into her lap, and she’d use all of her profound feminine charms at her beck and call to keep him interested, but she could share. “Rivia, come join us!”

The surprised look on Rivia’s face said it all, but when Trey opened up the blanket again and smiled her way - she didn’t hesitate to take her spot on Trey’s other side and nestled in as well with a curious sideways glance at the succubus. Ezdeath, however, had gone back to ignoring the culn priestess, and was busy trying to discretely undo Trey’s pants underneath the blanket as his face turned bright red.

“Good… I’m glad it’s over then.” muttered Jason, who turned back to smoking with Taen.

“You’re cheating,” Taen sputtered as he threw down his cards while Claire cackled hysterically. “No way have you won the past seven games without cheating.”

Claire just stuck out her tongue as another clap of thunder rocked the cabin overhead. “I’m just that good!”

“Definitely cheating,” Coctim agreed. “She loves to cheat at this game.”

“I do NOT!” yelled Claire as Izumi pointed to one of the cards Claire had hid under her boot.

“CHEATER!” exclaimed Taen and Coctim simultaneously pointed to the card that Izumi had noticed. Claire merely laughed even more loudly and downed some ale.

Atharost gazed at the cards, scratched his head, and frowned as he leaned against a wooden support beam to the side of where they sat. Nudging Sithis across one of the devil’s elbows, he head-nodded the commotion. “I do not understand what they enjoy so much about this game. Do you?”

Sithis shook his head, and the archdemon’s red eyes glistened against the black surrounding skin. “Humans. So strange.”

“Oh shut it!” yelled Izumi as she threw a stale crust at the devil. “You JUST became a demon yourself, don’t act so high and mighty.”

“I was never human,” replied Sithis. “Not once.”

Izumi frowned, burped, and scooted back further against the near wall as she picked at the rest of her food. “Whatever. Hey Bann, you wana play?”

The ghoul had been looking over her shoulder for some time trying to decipher the rules of the game, and he grunted indifferently at the question. “I still do not understand how to play.”

“WELL WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SO!” Izumi pulled hard on Bann’s arm and tugged him to the floor to sit next to her. “So this is how it works…”

“They seem to be having fun,” noted Trey as he headbobbed towards the circle of card players. “Do either of you want to play too?”

Rivia sighed deeply and shook her head, glancing up at Napoleon in the support beams who was chasing an insect of some sort - and she yawned before snuggling in closer in the crook of his left arm. “I’m ok.”

“No…” Ezdeath sniffled, playing sad and giving him puppy-dog eyes after he’d refused to make it easy for her to access his undergarments. “But I could use some of that alcohol! Could you get some for me?”

Trey smiled apologetically, still feeling a little guilty about his outburst with her earlier that day. Then he gave Rivia a peck on the forehead. “Of course. I’ll be right back.” Letting go of Ezdeath’s hand and leaning the drowsy culn priestess against the near wall, he slipped out of the blanket and went over to his things. His other and thicker blanket was still just slightly damp, but definitely more dry than it had been before. He tucked it under his armpit and rummaged around until he found his own stash of makeshift vodka, and grinned. Ezdeath hadn’t tried this stuff before, and it was a lot stronger than what she’d taken previously - but had a slightly sour aftertaste. He turned heel anyways and marched back over to the far wall next to the open door where Ezdeath and Rivia waited for him patiently.

Rivia glanced up at him, battling the sleepy spell that’d come over her and yawned yet again while covering her mouth. “Can I have some too?”

Trey chuckled, sat down, and nodded. “Of course, but you’ll be put to sleep in no time!”

“Precisely!” Rivia declared, happily taking the flask from him and downing a swig before choking, coughing, and then sticking out her tongue as Ezdeath and Trey both laughed. She couldn’t help but grin, letting Trey sink back into his original spot between her and Ezdeath, before shooting Ezdeath a half-hearted smile.

Ezdeath eagerly held her hands out next, the snow-white hair of the succubus falling onto his chest as she pressed her breasts up next to him. “My turn!”

He immediately passed the flask over, chuckling as he did amidst the pitter-patter of the storm. “Be careful now, this is the strong stuff.”

“You’ve been hiding it from me!?” exclaimed Ezdeath teasingly as she took the thicker blanket Trey’d brought and pulled it over the three of them as they settled in. She carefully intertwined her fingers in his, encouragingly winked Rivia’s way, and used her other hand to down some of the vodka. “Wow! This IS strong!”

Trey beamed happily and momentarily leaned into her, the floorboards underneath creaking as he shifted his weight. “I just started making it myself during my free time. My uncle back home used to make vodka, which is what this is. But I only use it on special occasions.”

“This is a special occasion then?” inquired the gorgeous succubus as she took another swig, only to cough as it hit her throat.

Now it was Rivia’s turn to laugh. Placing her head on Trey’s shoulder, she nudged him and looked up into his eyes. “I’m going to sleep, wake me up if anything important happens.”

Before he knew it, she took his face in her hands and pulled him down into a kiss. Locking lips for a couple seconds, the stunning culn priestess pushed him back over to his original position with a wink of her own. “You two have fun while I’m asleep.”

A silent but meaningful glance passed between the two women as their eyes locked. Unspoken, both of them knew what it meant. Perhaps competing with one another wasn’t the best of ideas, though there was certainly still a little bit of a jealous spark in Rivia’s eyes even despite this as she closed them with a satisfied exhale of air - tightening her arms around his own while beginning to drift off to sleep.

Trey watched Rivia’s body relax after only thirty seconds of the close cuddling Rivia’d administered. She must have been exhausted to fall asleep so easily, and his eyes softened as the demoness went limp against his shoulder.

“She really adores you.” Ezdeath stated as fact, staring at the culn woman with an intense and interested half-smile. She absentmindedly took another swig of the vodka, this time a very deep pull on it, and began sputtering when the burning liquid hit her insides.

Trey didn’t want to say it, but he was still coming to terms with two things: one, that either one of these women would be so infatuated with him, and so easily. The second: that it wasn’t even him they wanted, but the title that came with him. It even made him a little self conscious, and slightly irritated… but he didn’t bring it up. Instead, he laughed as the succubus continued to choke - and made a mental note of how she looked while doing it. If things kept going this way, it wouldn’t be the last time she choked on something in the next little while. “You went too fast! But yeah. This is me saying sorry for being such a jerk. It’s all yours.”

Ezdeath finished coughing and shook her head. “I want you to help me drink it. It wouldn’t be fun getting drunk alone!” She winked. “Please?”

Napoleon’s lithe form whizzed across the room, landing cleanly on Atharost’s shoulder to join in the conversation between ifrit and devil - kicking up small clouds of dust over the floorboards while he ran.

“Well… if you INSIST!” Trey smirked and took the vodka from her. Downing a good amount himself he too coughed and made a look of disgust. “I may need some water to chase this with, it’s disgusting. But it gets the job done.”

Ezdeath contently eyed her surroundings and brushed her silky hair back. “So… Tell me about yourself.”

“About myself? What do you want to know?”

“What’s your family like?” asked Ezdeath curiously.

Trey suddenly grew sad, but he did a good job hiding it. He kept his chin held high and his chest puffed out, not wanting to look pathetic in front of the new object of his desires. “My family back on Earth? They’re great. I love them very much. I have my mom, my dad, and two brothers. Both of my brothers are younger but taller than I am, and they call me ‘shrimp’ at the family reunions because they’re all giants.”

Ezdeath laughed, and the laugh turned into a melodic giggle. “Shrimp? Does that mean short?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I call you shrimp from now on?”

Trey scowled playfully. “If I’M short, what would that make you!? A midget!?”

Ezdeath stuck out her tongue, then proceeded to use it to slowly lick the side of his face before she seductively whispered into his ear. “Perhaps…”

He didn’t know how that one word could sound so sexual, but she did a damn good job of doing it. He cleared his throat, trying to hide the flush coming on. “But yeah, I miss them a lot. I hope they’re ok…”

Then he took another swig.

“Why wouldn’t they be ok?” asked Ezdeath, curiously bobbing her head to one side.

Ugh. He really didn’t like bringing this subject up. “Apparently there is a massive war back on Earth. Lots of people are dying, and I have no way of knowing if they are alive or dead. Hell, they could even be here in the Nirvana Worlds with me and I wouldn’t know. A lot of us were sent here all at once and it seems kind of random on who was chosen and who wasn’t.”

The succubus turned her head, evaluating the four other Earthborn present, and then tightened her grip around his hand.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” replied Ezdeath. Her tail snuck behind Trey’s back and wrapped around his own. “I wish there was something I could do to help.”

Oh he could think of many different ways she could help all right.

“Yeah. Who knows, maybe one day they’ll show up. In some ways I hope they don’t though, this place was pretty ruthless to me when I first got here.”

“Life hasn’t been kind to me either,” stated Ezdeath solemnly, frowning for the first time since he’d set up her contract again - but then she turned that frown upside down and smiled warmly. It was a look that nearly caused him to choke from blindsiding beauty. “Up until just recently anyways! Are you ok?”

“Yeah, sorry… I just, well, nevermind.” Trey coughed over the ever-increasing fury of the storm outside, and tried to recover. “Want to play a drinking game?”

“I LOVE drinking games!” exclaimed Ezdeath excitedly - clapping her hands together with that perfect smile. “What are the rules?”

“Two truths and a lie.” replied Trey, ignoring the way she was throwing herself at him and pressing her breasts up against his side. “One person tells the other two truths and a lie, and the person guessing has to guess the lie. If the person guesses wrong, they drink. If they guess correctly, the other person drinks. It’s basically a game of trying to get the other person as fucked up as possible.”

Ezdeath gave him a radiant smirk, crossed her bare legs over his underneath the blanket, and steepled her fingers. “I like it. And it’ll help me get to know you better! I’m excited! Can I guess first!?”

“Sure!” said Trey as he put down the flask. Thunder cracked against the sky yet again, causing everyone to jump at the ferocity this time. “Alright, here are my three statements: I’ve had four serious girlfriends. I am a dog lover. My favorite food is beans. Tell me, which is the lie?”

“You’ve definitely had more than four girlfriends,” giggled Ezdeath. “That’s the lie.”

“WRONG!” exclaimed Trey with a laugh. “I’ve dated more than that but only have had four serious girlfriends. The lie was that I like beans. I absolutely hate beans.”

“WHAT!?” Ezdeath cried as she threw her hands up in astonishment. “REALLY!?”

“Drink up!” Trey said as he passed her the flask. She down a swig and stuck out her tongue at the strength of the drink. “My turn to guess.”

“Alright then,” replied Ezdeath thoughtfully. “Ok, I think I have them ready: My favorite food is smoked pork, my favorite past time activity is reading, and my favorite color is white. Which is the lie?”

“Easy,” said Trey confidently.

“Go on then!” laughed Ezdeath eagerly.

Stolen novel; please report.

“The lie is that you like to read. Your hair is white so it’s likely your favorite color and you like meat. But I don’t see you as a reader.”

Ezdeath scowled. “What do you MEAN you don’t see me as a reader?! Do I not seem intelligent to you!?”

Trey chuckled and held up his hands defensively. “That’s not what I meant! You just seem very badass, like a warrior. Not a scholar.”

“Well you got it wrong. I love reading, and I love smoked pork. But white isn’t my favorite color. Drink!”

“Really? Wow. Reading huh. What type of books do you like to read?” asked Trey as he sipped down another mouthful of vodka.

“Anything really. I just love books, and love learning things I didn’t know before. I really like libraries!” Ezdeath beamed, happier than she’d been in the past millennia - and still unable to believe her luck at being out of that damnable tomb with Eleknar’s Heir of all people. “I want to have a library of my own one day where I collect books!”

Trey gave her a raised eyebrow. “I can honestly say that’s very sexy of you.”

“Thanks!” Ezdeath giggled, briefly losing her focus as she gazed into his eyes. The eyes of the vatosis inferna… those crowns, they seemed to call to her. But she snapped out of it and tucked her dreams of climbing the social ladder in such a grand way for another day. “Alright, my turn to guess!”

***

Piggy sat naked in the corner of the cabin, muttering to herself and combing her fingers through her long brown hair as the elf kept her eyes locked on the flirting duo on the opposite end of the cabin. She remained unblinking, with a weird half-smile and occasionally adjusted the collar on her neck by tugging at her leash.

Telipe, who knelt beside her slave counterpart, would warily glance over at the elf every couple seconds when the mutterings became louder or more pronounced. She couldn’t tell what piggy was saying, but the elf didn’t seem right in the head.

At all.

Nervously adjusting her posture, the demihuman gave Piggy another nervous glance and cleared her throat. “Uhm… Piggy? Are you alright?”

“I’m very alright!” Piggy promptly replied, turning her head and giving the blonde wolf-girl a rather wide and unhinged grin. “Why would I not be alright?!”

There was a long pause, and Telipe caught Piggy eyeing Trey from across the room again as he continued to flirt with Ezdeath.

“You… just seem off is all.” Telipe eventually replied in a low tone. She brought her tail around to the front and began to clean it out of the dirt and leaves that’d been caught in her fur, and she straightened her back. “Are you sure something isn’t bothering you?”

Piggy’s unhinged smile only widened, and this time she blatantly turned her head to where Trey sat and put her hands on her thighs while sighing. “I’m alright! I’m just thinking about what Trey told us back in the tomb is all.”

There was a long pause as Juila’s brisk laughter echoed through the room upon winning a round of cards, and Jason threw his hands into the hair in glum defeat.

“About having his children?” Telipe clarified softly, eyes downcast.

Piggy excitedly took in a sharp breath of air. “Why of course! What else? I’ve always wanted new children ever since mine were killed!”

Killed? This… was news to Telipe. She’d heard something about Piggy having had children before being taken as a slave and then sold to Trey in the lair of cultists, but she’d had no idea Piggy’s children had died.

“Oh…” Telipe muttered in shock. “I’m… sorry to hear that they-“

“Oh that’s quite alright!” Piggy said with a gleeful chuckle as the elf let out a longing sigh and began to dig her nails into her thighs.

Telipe furrowed her brows, seriously concerned about the lack of caring Piggy showed, and watched as Piggy’s nails broke skin. The woman’s thighs began bleeding as Piggy’s fingers strained in a maddened death-grip while smiling and boring holes into Trey from across the room.

“Are you sure you’re ok with that, Piggy?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Piggy’s smile faded – and a frown began to creep up to replace it. “What are you saying, Telipe? Do you not find it an honor to serve the master? Trey is basically a god. I could ask for nothing more than to bear the children of one so powerful.”

Telipe wanted to vomit upon hearing those words, and the feeling of disgust only deepened when she realized that the elf was dead-serious as her expression of judgement did not change. “Uh… You already know that I don’t want to bear his children.”

“And why would you not want to bear the children of someone so great?” Piggy asked, concern beginning to creep in as her fingernails continued digging cuts into her bare thighs. The elf’s bare breasts began to heave, her lips puckered, and her arms became rigid.

Telipe raised an eyebrow, and her ears slightly raised. “Because… we’re in a seriously poor situation. We’re in constant danger, and sure – Trey isn’t terrible. But he’s not a god, Piggy, and he’s not all that great. He just happens to be the one who owns us, and I would rather serve him than trying it on my own to die a miserable death elsewhere.”

Piggy’s fingers immediately clenched all the harder, ripping tears in her skin as the elf forced a wild-eyed smile. “Oh!? Is that really how you feel, little demihuman?”

Little demihuman? Was this elf bitch trying to belittle her? Telipe’s face flushed in anger and she bared the small fangs she had at the brunette bitch with a look of contempt. “Do not think you’re better than me just because you’ve been here longer, bitch! We’re in the same exact spot – collared and over here in the corner to serve the others at their beck and call. You see those two?”

Telipe pointed to Rivia – who was asleep and curled up next to Trey on his left, and then Ezdeath who was whispering into his ear and giggling on occasion as he replied to her prompts and shared liquor. “We are NOT them! We are not even Juila!”

The demihuman girl motioned over to where Juila was playing cards with the others, and for all intents and purposes – the demoness was having the time of her life as she drunkenly hollered every time she slapped a card down to take a winning hand.

“We are at the very BOTTOM of this hierarchy!” continued Telipe with a hiss as the tail on the back of her tail stood up straight on end. Anger continued to surge through her as Telipe continued bearing her fangs at the judgmental elf woman only two feet from her. “So get it through your head, you depraved whore, that at the very least – WE are on equal footing! I won’t have you speaking to me like that! Especially not over a manwhore of a master who doesn’t care for either of us other than using us a cum receptacle at his leisure! Do you really think he wanted you for your cooking class? Or me for my enchanting class? HA! He has yet to use me even ONCE since taking me as a slave for any type of enchantment despite his claims. It’s laughable I tell you.”

A mixed set of emotions berated Piggy’s countenance, but eventually her fingers relaxed and she settled into a sweet and gentle smile. She nodded once, and let out a slow exhale to calm herself. “Ah. I see. So that is how you feel then. I… have another opinion on the matter, I suppose.”

Telipe raised an eyebrow. “Of that I am very aware.”

“Do you mind if I explain to you why?” Piggy asked pleasantly, still kneeling on the floorboards and not having moved an inch other than to dig cuts into her pale thighs. “I mean, why I think you should change your mind. Why Trey truly is a blessing and a decent master.”

Telipe’s tan breasts protruded as she huffed in contempt, scowling at the elf with a low sneer on her pretty features. “Go right ahead and try, you depraved bitch. But know that I am only willing to listen, and despite what you say – I doubt I’ll change my mind on the matter. My asshole is still ripped from the last time he fucked me. Do you think he cares about that? The answer is no, he doesn’t, he only cares about getting off.”

“You allowed him to do that.” Piggy stated plainly.

Telipe’s jawline clenched. “As if I have much of another choice in the matter!”

“You always have a choice in the matter.”

“As if!”

Piggy blankly stared at the other woman, then stood up and unclipped her leash – letting it fall to the floor but leaving the collar intact. Slowly she bent down and did the same to Telipe’s leash, letting it hit the floor and then extending a hand for the other woman to rise. “Come. I wish to converse with you about this in a more private setting.”

Telipe stared. She didn’t know what Piggy was trying to get at, but upon looking around she was dead certain that no one was needing them anytime soon for refreshments. Everybody had already been served food, and they were all caught up in their own activities. Scowling and letting out an irritated huff, she took Piggy’s hand and stood up to follow the slightly older woman away.

Piggy took a few steps forward, looked over her bare shoulder to make sure Telipe was following, and then took a moment to stop and whisper something in Atharost’s ear. The ifrit turned her way, shrugged, and went back to what he was doing – before Piggy grasped Telipe by the hand and led her out the front door. No one else seemed to notice as they left, and soon Telipe found herself standing naked in the rain as droplets of water streamed down against her body and glistened in the dim gray light.

“Well. At least it isn’t storming as hard as it was earlier!” Piggy stated happily, clapping her hands together and looking skyward into the light downpour. “Isn’t this nice?”

Telipe crossed her arms over her perky breasts and scowled further. “Tell me what this is about or I’m going back inside.”

Piggy frowned, looked over her shoulder again, and sighed. “Alright. Follow me just a little ways – I promise it won’t be far. I just need to find a good one…”

The brunette elf began looking around on the ground, searching for something as Telipe’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“This is Ornthas, we shouldn’t stray far from the others-“ Telipe protested cautiously as Piggy continued searching the ground amidst the dirt, puddles, and light vegetation surrounding the cabin. The mud was beginning to sink into the crevices between her their toes as they walked, and Telipe’s hair was becoming matted against her skin as the rain soaked her body.

“Don’t worry. Taen’s undead are patrolling the area surrounding this cabin.” Piggy stuck her tongue out at Telipe in a silly manner, then continued to search until she let out an excited exclamation. “Ah! Found one that should be just right! Come over here and take a look!”

Quickly, Piggy hurried over to a larger puddle of water a little bit deeper than the others and motioned excitedly for Telipe to follow. The elf knelt at the edge of the growing pool of water, and stared into its surface with a calm smile amidst the storm.

“Look into the pool, and tell me what you see…” Piggy stated flatly, gesturing to the large puddle with one hand as raindrops berated it with continued splashes and ripples.

Telipe was seriously confused. The elf was acting rather odd, even for her, and with folded arms – Telipe did as she was told. Kneeling beside the elf and cautiously gazing down into the pool of water… she didn’t see anything but their reflections and the soft mud underneath the surface.

“I don’t see anything.” Telipe commented, glancing up with a frown as rain beat into her face. Her green eyes narrowed. “What does this have to do with anything? I thought you were going to explain to me why I’m wrong about Trey.”

“Are you sure you don’t see anything?” Piggy asked with a small and innocent laugh.

Telipe’s frown deepened. “Yes I’m sure.”

Meanwhile, Piggy’s unhinged smile returned full force. “Well my dear, you’re wrong. Because I see an ungrateful bitch.”

The words hung there for only a moment, before Telipe felt Piggy’s hands latch onto fistfuls of her hair. Telipe let out a brief scream of surprise as Piggy slammed Telipe’s face into the pool of water, holding her there and mounting the demihuman along her lower back as she struggled under piggy’s weight.

“I don’t appreciate you talking like that about our master.” Piggy stated coldly, continuing to hold Telipe’s face underneath the pool of water as the blonde girl frantically struggled, kicked and flailed – but she was smaller than the elf, if only by a little bit. Telipe simply couldn’t get up – not until Piggy yanked her hair back to bring Telipe’s face out of the water.

Telipe gasped, panicked and frightened as Piggy whispered into her ear: “I will not hear you speak ill of master even one more time.”

The elf plunged Telipe’s face into the water and began drowning her again. The gurgling and muffled screaming was combined with the sound of Telipe’s legs and arms slapping the ground, trying to get a foothold on something solid in the mud so she could push herself up. All she did though – was result in getting herself and Piggy both much dirtier.

“You will only speak well of master from here on out, do you understand?” Piggy commanded as she yanked on the fistfuls of Telipe’s blonde hair again – letting the wide-eyed demihu man take in ragged gasps of air with her neck cranked back at an awkward angle. “You’ve been a very bad slave.”

Piggy kept Telipe’s hair balled up with her left hand and raised her right arm, bringing it down behind her with a violent *SMACK* to strike Telipe’s bare ass and causing her to yelp. A crack of thunder boomed overhead, muffling the scared blonde’s yelp before her head was dunked back into the water. Piggy continued straddling the demihuman’s back, violently smacking the struggling girl’s backside and leaving red welting handprints along her asscheeks in numerous areas.

She aggressively yanked Telipe’s hair back as the gasping woman was allowed to breath again. Piggy’s long wet locks of hair hung over the two of them as she placed her mouth next to Telipe’s furred ear. “I don’t think you understand your position in all this Telipe. You are certainly like me, but you don’t act like you should. You’re an ungrateful bitch, and one that would be dead without master’s help.”

Piggy’s eyes shimmered a moment, and then began to glow red. Small demonic runes of black ink began spreading, appearing in spread-out patterns across her bare skin all over her body. “I am a pig, and you are a dog. We are the master’s pets, and you’d better start fucking act like it. NOW BARK FOR ME!”

Piggy slapped the crying demihuman much harder than she’d been able to prior to her sudden transformation, and Telipe screamed before resuming her sobbing.

“I SAID BARK!”

Telipe struck her again, but this time – after Telipe cried out, she began barking.

“RUFF!!! RUFFF!!!”

Piggy smiled, and nodded sagely as the runes continued to ink into her skin. The crazed look never left her glowing red eyes, and her features began to change somewhat. Overall, they were the same – and it was still recognizable as Piggy, but she was becoming younger. Fitter. More toned, and stronger. Soon she looked like the twenty-year-old version of herself from over two decades ago, but with the additional unholy tattoos scattered across her body and under her glowing red eyes. “Good girl Teilpe. Now, I don’t ever want to hear you speak ill of master again. Do you understand?”

Telipe nodded as best she could between sobs as Piggy continued to yank back on her hair.

“And you’ll be a good dog and bark for master?”

Again, Telipe quickly nodded in a frantic attempt to appease the insane elf.

“And you’ll bear his children?”

Telipe paused, but when she felt Piggy tense up to shove her face under the water again for another session of almost-drowning: the demihuman immediately began to scream out. “YES! YES I’LL DO IT!”

“You took too long to answer.”

Another *CRACK* sounded throughout the air, and Telipe screamed for a third time as a large purple bruise marked her right asscheek where Piggy had struck her again.

“I will be watching you, dog.” Piggy said under her breath with a sinister sneer. “I want to make master happy, and I want you to do your part in keeping him that way. You will do everything that I do, and put forth the same efforts that I do, or I will deal with you personally. Do you understand – bitch?”

A pathetic whimper escaped Telipe’s lips, but the wolf-girl nodded frantically as tears streamed down her muddied face to mix in with the rain. “Yes! Yes…”

“Good.” Piggy had been ignoring the notification that’d popped up in her HUD a couple dozen seconds ago, but when she heard Trey’s voice calling out to her through the storm from behind - she immediately went from sneering to an overly friendly smile and whirled her head around. “Master!?”

Trey was standing in the doorway about a dozen yards off, and he was curiously watching the two slaves of his with a raised eyebrow. “Piggy!? What are you doing out there!?”

He paused. “Did you just evolve!? You look a hell of a lot younger… And why is Telipe underneath you?”

Piggy’s new youthful, tattooed legs stood up to her full height, and she held out her beautifully inked arms to either side with an innocent shrug. “Telipe was just showing me a new game she used to play as a kid!”

She gave Telipe a backwards and threatening glare undearneath the matted wet hair hanging over part of her face as the quivering demihuman still lay with her breasts to the muddy ground. “Right Telipe!?”

Telipe immediately nodded her head, pushed herself up to her knees and avoided eye contact completely. “Yes! Just showing Piggy a game!”

Trey frowned, but when Ezdeath appeared in the doorway next to him and began tugging at him to come back inside – he smirked and gave Piggy another once over. “You look hot Piggy. I like the adjustment. Come on inside and let’s have an overview of your changes, I’m curious about this new evolution of yours… and bring Telipe with you. It’s dangerous out there, y’all shouldn’t be out here on your own.”

He turned and closed the door behind him to stop the rain from coming in, and Piggy relaxed her posturing as he did. The elf turned back to Telipe, who flinched upon Piggy’s gaze.

“Not a word of what transpired here.” Piggy stated in a low and threatening tone – her youthful body flexing neatly as she took a step forward with intent behind the action. “I will ring your little neck if you speak of this to anyone, and I will end you even faster if I find you lacking in pleasing the master. I will only repeat myself this one time: You will be a satisfactory pet. You will be his dog, and you will put forth every effort I myself make at being a very GOOD dog… as I will do my best to be his pig. Unsatisfactory behavior will result in your untimely death… and I will find another more suitable for the job that I can train up to his standards. Do you understand me?”

“Y-Yes…” Telipe replied nervously, still breathing hard from the encounter she’d just had and feeling the sting of the welts on her ass as well as the headache she had from all the hair pulling. “I’ll be a good dog, I promise.”

Piggy smiled, and nodded with a content skip forward. She pat Telipe on the head lovingly and began stroking behind the wolf-girl’s ears. “Very good. Because if I have to repeat myself again, it’ll be the last time you hear it.”

She let the message sink in, and noted the way Telipe’s breathing rate increased drastically – before eventually coming to the notification she’d been ignoring so long. Pulling it up, she read it just once… and smiled victoriously at the improvement.

"The thrall contract and cooking class requirements have simultaneously recognized your willingness to humble yourself as a servant before your master, and you have thus evolved into an ‘Infernal Elf Pet – Unique Demon.’ This combines the ‘Summoner’s Pet’ cooking ideal to unlock new divine recipes with the infernal powers to create an entirely new set of abilities yet to be seen within the Labyrinth Worlds. Please see-"

Piggy cut it off and dismissed the notification. She didn’t care about the potential changes, and was sure Trey would be more interested in them than she would be. He’d also wanted to go over it with her in person, and she didn’t want to spoil that by reading it herself… She’d much rather have him read it to her.

Perhaps he’d even fuck her afterwards… the rough and violent way, the way she liked oh so much.