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Soft, pink clouds wafted gently along the inside of my head. On the cold, hard stone, I laid face down… with my back arched, so that my pussy and clitty and the weird pink glow coming off my cage were all thrust as high up as they could get! With my body strewn with thick, yummy ropes of Baphy--Baphaa--Baphmo--my bull’s goo, pouring his powerful musk stwaight into my lungs with every moaning breath I took, and my clitty still shiveringgg in delight after he’d given me permission to squirt my slutty cow cummies all ovah my own gorgeous thighs… I-I almost managed not to be jealous of April as her moans filled my ears, and the clap of our bull’s body against hers reverberated through the cavern, over and ovuh again.
Wh-which was good, because he’d given me a job to do!!
“Dahquin,” I moaned into the floor, unable to stop myself f-from thrusting a hand between my wobbling thighs and pressssing at the thick seal of cum my bull had left in me. It was sooo stiff and heavy, but had that creamy texture, too… I bit back a delighted moan. T-to think that it was sealing up allllll of the cum my bull had blasted into me, letting those wriggling, nasty worms he’d filled me with squirm around in search of my slutty cow womb… it was amazing~!!
“Anne?? What’s going on??” Dahqo--Daro--Dah-Dah’s voice was sharp and agitated… and though it rumbled much more deeply than mine, I was just a cow~! He wasn’t nearly as big a bully as my bull.
“It’shhh… it’s the minnachore,” I mumbled. Th-the massage I was giving my cummy plug found that spot s-somewhere inside me, wh-where all the yummy bull goo could press down and--“Hyahh~!!”--make my clitty throb with feminine delight!!
“The… the minotaur?”
“Yessh! He’s, hahhhh--” a trickle of milk spurted out of my sexy lil breasts, e-encouraged by the cum getting smeared allllll around inside my pussy--“he’s so biggg… a-and he’s taking us, hahhh, s-somewhere weird!!”
“Somewhere weird?” Darquin snapped.
“Y-yeahhh!” I moaned, the scent of my milk momentarily driving away the fog of my bull’s scent. U-using it, I delved back into my fogged-up memories… to f-find the lines my bull had hammered into me, m-making me repeat them after each thrust wh-while April gagged on his massive, coarse ballsack beneath me… “It’s… r-really… smokey… and… hahhh… dark… and… hnhhahhh… i-it smells like… suph… sumphh…”
“Sulphur?”
I nodded weakly on the floor.
“Anne?”
“Y-yeaHh! S-sulhffrr~~”
Darquin swore. “Did you pass by any dwarves?”
“MhmmM!” I moaned, voice rising in pitch as my greedy fingers cracked through the thickest of the semen plug in my slutty fuckhole, and sank into the wet knot of bull sludge waiting inside me. “B-but Da… Daddy killed them all…”
I-I knew lies were baaad, so I felt a lil naughty about telling so many to Da… Dar-Dar, b-but I had to!! It was… i-it was part of April’s plan…! We had to help our big, bad, breeding bull… so he’d think he really did own us (my fingering got more vigorous)... and then… something good was gonna happen…! No matter how cloudy and pink my bwain got, I knew it would work out, because April was a genius! I rembembered--memembered--I knew that from before!!
“It sounds like he’s taken you down into the old mines,” Darquin said, after another few choice swears. “Fuck. That’s gonna slow me down a shitton… must’ve found a shortcut or something… gonna have to recall Sarla… hold on, okay? I’m still coming for you.”
“O~okay~!” I murmured. A lewd schlorping caught my ear--and I giggled. It was my own hand, driving in n outta my cummy pussy!! I’d totally forgot!!
Beyond my hungwy lil fuckhole and the pretty, pale hand pistoning in an’ outta it, April was hard at work doing her task for our bull. She was on her back, her cum-stained black mane splayed prettily on the floor, her hips raised like mine--only hers were supported by our bull’s corded thighs, as his hips thrusted in a breeding frenzy at the glorious pussy between her thighs! With my suuuuper good Nigh’vision, I could make out evewy last glob of cum on her fur, and evewythrobbing vein splitting her sopping wet lips in half.
But that was only half of it! She was talking, too, in a breathless rush that my silly cow bwain could barely follow!!
“Ahh--P-Percy’s very stronggg, but I think she--hahhh--she’s a slut for b-big monsters like youuu--” She broke off for a moment, in an orgasmic moan that immediately had me wishing I was getting held up and railed by our bull in her place, only to go right back t-to her explanation--“because I d-definitely smelt a bunch of monsters on her l-last timeee--hahhh--s-so, y-yeah, if we get her alone, w-we could probably musk her up~!”
“And the others?”
I thrilled with delight at our bull’s soulful rumble. He was so smart, and strong, and big big Big--i-it really was soooo lucky that he was helping us with April’s plan!! Especially because I was pretty sure I’d forgot a vewy important part of it, a-at some point… and April had too, probably!! We were both such dumb lil cows!! Th-that was why it was so ghood to have our bull around!!
“There’s threeeee,” April hissed softly, the syllable bobbing in time with Daddy’s thudding rhythm against her body. She looked so right on the end of his cockkk, her body splayed wide open for him to conquer~~“I-I never saw the other two fight, but, hnghhh, th-the orc ish a real… glass cannon…! No defence, all offence… Percy does the defensive spellsss~~”
Percy. Percy Percy Percy. Her freckled face flared across the pink clouds in my head--thoughts, that was what they were called!--and, f-for just a moment, tinged them with dark… apprehension. Were we… w-were we supposed to be fighting her…? She… she was strong… but… but April was right! My face brightened back up. W-we wouldn’t even have to! Percy was a total slut. Our bull probably wasn’t even gonna be the first minotaur who’d fucked her~! He’d be able to turn her to our side, like April said, and then Laylie and the others would go down eeeeasy! That was the plan, after all!
Baphomet’s powerful fingers closed around my waist. My sunny smile deepened. I squirmed around in his grasp to watch him pry April off his fat cock, her interr--intrego--integro--the questions finished! Just as proud and bronze as I memembered it, his manhood quivered and shuddered as he unsheathed it from April, salty seams of his semen smeared allll the way down its length, a sheen of her juices glistening lewdly between them. April’s legs matched him, shaking weakly beneath her as he lowered her to the cave floor, right between the bronze pillars of his own legs.
“Good cows,” he rumbled down at us. He touched his flat, cum-drooling crown to my pussy, and the half-broken seal he’d already left in me. I shuddered for him. My narrow shoulders, my plush thighs, my caged clitty, stuffed pussy, brush-tipped cow’s tail--it all shook at his touch, a-a full-bodied reaction to his dominating presence.
“Moo!” I mooed happily, a low that came from deeeep within my throat, waggling my gaped little butt at him. Had to--had to do what he wanted!! He was my bull!!
“D-don’t hurt her!” April croaked up at him, still kneeling between his feet--but with his other hand, he buried her face in the hot, heaving sack at the base of his cock, so that only her gorgeous, stormy eyes peeked out from under it, staring sightlessly up at me and my--our--big bull. For a moment, the collar around my throat seemed to tighten… b-but then it passed. I smiled down at her. Under all that cum, under all that hot minotaur musk, April was so pretty~! It was only right that she got to huff on the massive ballsack of such a prime beast!
Her eyelids drooped, as if in submission. Above her head, the four on top of that exciting pic of a bull turned to a… one, two, three, four… five! I giggled to myself. She’d fallen behind!! I was allll musked up at… five, six… seven!! I leaned back against Daddy’s big, powerful chest, and nuzzled my cheek against the side of his shaggy black head. Another cloying tendril of his scent filled my nose. Hnfghh~! He liked me more, I could tell~! April was smart and knew stuff about tactics and stuff, but I… but I~~
“Moo,” I moaned softly into his flat, furry ear. My hips swung around and around in his hand, grinding my hole in slow, sensual circles over his tip. The pink light coming off my clitty shone brighter than ever before. His restraint, godlike as it was, was crumbling under my assault--
“The metal man is going down?” he rumbled back.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, unable to keep myself from nibbling at his ear. “I said evewything you said, Daddy… sooo… pleeeeease…?”
Daddy sighed. “Fine. The last time. Then… we go to the surface.”
The weight around my slender waist grew--and, my body singing with delight, I eased myself down his shaft. Wh-what had once been a torturous, straining journey now passed like a sigh, my body bent to his shape and whetted by his essence. Even the hardest lumps of the seal that had formed inside me melted at his return, city gates swinging open for the conquering general, as if it recognised him and him alone as the all-powerful man that had left it in there.
“Moooooo~! So biggg, sir~!”
Filled again. The ache that thrummed through my body barely felt like an ache at all; it poured off my bull’s incredible manhood, buried so deep inside me I had to breathe around it, in long, pleasurable waves, each one more intense than the last. Beneath my caged-up, blatantly female clitty, my little nuts rested uselessly against the base of his package… and beneath the monstrous, musky muzzle of his nuts, April stayed on her knees, her breaths husky and rhythmic, her pupils wiiiide and unfocused.
The only light in them anymore was the pink glow of my cage.

Our bull found it soooo easy to get us to the surface. Carrying us both under one arm--I got to be on top, my face nestled in April’s cum-strewn hair, my clitty resting at the top of the cum-filled cleft of her ass--and his enormous battleaxe in the other, he muscled past all the other monsters in our way. Whatever didn’t die in a single swing either took off, bleating in fear and pain, or died to the next one! Through the gummed-up strands of April’s hair, I kept a close eye on his soft cock, swinging wildly with his every movement; April matched every little movement that the sight of it stirred out of me, the twitches of my hips, the tilting of my head to follow it…! Just two little cows, mindlessly drawn to our bull’s gigantic cock…
And then brilliant white light burned my eyes. Daddy’s axe fell to the cave floor with a clang, and I squealed in alarm, e-expecting an attack--b-but as I blinked the tears and spots out of my eyes, and a wintry gale howled over us… I relaxed. It was the surface! It was bitingly cold, a-and way too bright, a-and we had no idea what else was out there besides Percy and her friends… but it was where we were supposed to be! For… for April’s plan!!
Daddy set us both down on the ground. In our bare feet, used to the weird warmth of the cave floor deeper inside (and the heat of Daddy’s enormous bull body), th-the stone in this entryway was chilly, almost painfully so… b-but I stayed upright, h-hopping from one foot to the other only a couple of times!
“Go,” he grunted at me, nodding at the halo of light ahead. E-even though the rock that ringed it was plainly visible now that my eyes had adjsu--ajus--gotten used to the sun again… everything past the cave was still a blank white canvas, just piles and piles of featureless white snow, crowned by an empty white sky. I-I tottered towards it, a-awkward on my feet because of how cold the ground was, a-and also the massive ball of minotaur cum lodged in my drooling pussy.
“Oh!!”

“U-um, I think we gotta wait til night, Daddy…” I said, stumbling back to his side. “The… Big Sister?… says so…”
“Holy ground,” he rumbled thoughtfully. “Fine. We wait.”
And just like that, he sank to the floor, back against the craggy cave wall. Biting her lip, April followed suit, taking the spot at his right--and I hurried to match her, taking his left! A-almost in unison, we both squeezed ourselves up against his manly body… and two matching moans flowed out of us as he curled his arms around us. Bathed in his musk, I turned inwards, swinging a juicy thigh over the top of his muscular left leg, and sighed into his meaty pecs. His muscles, his heft… just touching my skin to his made me feel, hnghhh, complete!
All on its own, my hand drifted down to his massive bronze manhood. A-as if to weward me for being such a good cow, his hand matched me: but where my hand was a dainty little thrush, settling on his flesh like a feather, his was a charging bull, thrusting its way up my pussy like a--like a cock!
“S-so big, sir!!” I squealed, as his meaty middle finger didn’t venture, didn’t probe, but rammed its way into my gooey little hole like it owned the place!!
“Hah~!! Yes~!!” April cried from his other side. And even though she was agweeing with me, bathing in the same rightful adoration of our bull as his other hand found her tight little holes… I frowned. I… I luvved April, but… she wasn’t Daddy’s favourite! I was!
So when he nodded lazily at the manhood under our hands, stiffening and growing even longer under our combined touch… I was the first one to try and tug it up, so that I could hug it and kiss it without giving up my spot in the nook of one of his powerful arms!
E-except April had the edge there…! I was so feeble and weak, and my hands were so much smaller than hers, that I couldn’t move the massive thing at all before she picked up on my clevuh plan and heaved it up against his navel herself! Stupid, strong, smart, sexy April!! I lowed at her reproachfully--and then bleated in alarm as she pursed her lips and planted a loving kiss on the heaving, splotchy-skinned rim of his cock’s crown!
I had to--I had to--desperately, I lunged up to take my own place a-at the table! A fresh, steamy lungful of his musk made my head spin. The pink behind my eyes deepo--depen--getting pinker, I-I spotted the black, twitching, slit in the very middle of his spongey head. Still stained by the milky residue of his sperm, it shone in the wintry sunlight, calling to me. Drool pooled in my mouth.
“Mffh~!” As April stayed smooching the edge of Daddy’s gigantic cock, I darted forward, my wet little tongue extended. With his cock being so big, even the slit in it was almost as big as my mouth, a-and so my tongue slipped right in! A burst of sour flavour filled my bwain, and I squealed. His taste was strong enuff from the outside: the inside was a whoooole other level, a-and I peeled myself away from his side s-so I could lock my arms around his shaft, ignoring April’s big boobies rubbing against them on the other side, and bury my face in its steamy crown.
“Hey!” April whined. A forceful tug on the pillar of meat between us snatched Daddy’s cock-slit out of my mouth--and she dove on it, her tallness letting her plant her face squarely in the middle of his musky mushroom-head!! Lewd slurping, louder and deeper th-than the sounds I could make with my little body, sullied the white sky around us.
Unable to yank his manhood back out of her rippling grasp, I-I settled for glowering jealously at her from his rim. Smarter and stronger… wh-what was a cow to do…?
The answer wrapped his meaty hand around the back of my neck. When I looked up, his black eyes bored into me, smoldering coals that stoked the heat already burning through my whole body.
“Daddy!!” I mooed at him. “M-make her--”
He dragged me into a long, passionate kiss, his hand a-a manly yoke against the back of my lil head, drowning my squeal under his long, thrashing tongue. The musk rolling off his manly snout was… different to the musk of inah--inhah--ina--breathing in his gigantic cock, but no less thrilling, and the way his tongue filled my throat, squeezing away any hope of resisting him, made my pounding heart pound even harder!!
And then, with my mouth subdued and all my cotton-candy thoughts clumped on kissing him back, on massaging his big fat tongue with my little lips and clutching his corded shoulders with my dainty little hands--he pulled away!! Gasping and moaning, a whole sticky web of spit joining our mouths, I managed to give him a mournful moo…
“MmmooOO-ohHh!! Daddy!!”
… that turned into a delighted squeal as my bull lifted me up, up, up and planted his thick, rubbery lips on my chest… right on top of my rock-hard little nipples!! W-with his enormous, horned head, his mouth was easily big enough to grip both at once, and there he held them hostage, hovering right on the edge of squeezing down on them, steam pouring off those coal black eyes like they were chimneys. His wet tongue flicked teasingly over them both--left to right, and back again, and then left and then right and then again and again--! My clitty throbbed in its tiny, glowing cage--
“D-do it, Daddy!!” I squealed down at him, for a moment louder than even April’s wanton slurping behind me. She mighta had Daddy’s cock to make out with--but as big as her titties were, squeezed tight around his massive shaft behind me, they… they couldn’t do this!! “P-please milk me!!”
And just like that, his mouth squeezed down on both my shivering little nipples at once, and my bwain melted into a blissful puddle. Forget fireworks: under the velvety vice of Daddy’s mouth, my eager little udders sent a nuclear bomb shooting up my spine. Two nuclear bombs!! And each kissing squeeze he made with his lips just kicked up even more smoke and dust! Each stroke he gave me with his tongue dyed it all an even deeper shade of pink! Answering his rumbling call, milk spurted from my body, nourishing him, feeding him--
“AhHHhnghHnn~!!”
My whole body quaked. My girly voice warbled in the white wind. My little balls spurted nothingness outta my cage, drained totally dry by all of my bull’s efforts to breed me over all our time together--perfect!! He’d fucked and bullied and milked and used me!! F-from the tips of my little horns to the bush-tipped tail now thrashing behind me, there wasn’t a single drop of mascl--masu--macul--manhood left in me!!
“MoooOOhH!! MoOoHH!!”

By the time it was night, Daddy had coated us both in more sticky ropes than my dumb lil bwain could count. It was kinda like he liked it more on us than in us, keeping our lil heads swirling with his musk while the sperm in our pussies got to work on our wombs. And even though I was still squealing with glee every time he picked me up to add more… my squeals--a-and April’s, too!!--were gettin’ quieter n quieter. Like… like my whole body was wunna my useless cow balls… emptied out by all that rough sex.

I was allllll ready to take the nice box’s advice and curl up next to Daddy, sinking into a long and fulfi--fuliff--filfu--peaceful sleep in his powerful arms, when Daddy rose to his feet beside me!! Hurriedly, I followed him to the edge of the cave mouth, just short of the piles n piles of fluffy white snow outside… April plodding along behind us both. S-since she’d needed to do something every time Daddy had picked me up to suck my udders dry, sh-she’d gotten to take him up her pussy more than me… hmph. Even if this was all because of her plan, that didn’t mean she--
“How do we proceed?” Daddy asked me, gesturing out at the black sky.
R-right! The--the plan!! We still had to… capture Percy! The cotton candy in my bwain darkened for a moment. Sharing Daddy with April was alweady kinda harrrd… and wasn’t Percy, like, super hot… and good at sex…?
Sensing my hetis--hetti--my struggle (he was so so so smart!!), Daddy slapped his cock against my front. His shaft bruised my navel, and his enormous, yummy head gave a gigantic jolt to my empty little clitty!!
“Go,” he snorted. I bit my lip. Percy or not, I-I had to be a good cow!! That was the plan! I couldn’t disobey my bull!!
Gingerly, the ground still awfully cold against my bare feet, I hopped ahead of him. Just a couple more steps, and thennn…

The… the words swam in front of my eyes a little, my silly cow bwain not nearly good enough to follow every lil detail on all the boxes (why were there so many??)… but I knew what yeppers meant!! I pointed at it,
and the night sky came aflame.

First there was periwinkle blue, vibrant against the indigo sky behind it, a rippling curtain that carved dark earth from dark heaven. Then came the purples, every shade from the gentlest lilac to the deepest violet; from faint tinges to great long bruises they blossomed, swirling over blue and black alike. And just as they threatened to consume the night entirely, a bolt of white cleaved its way down the middle of the curtain in a stately procession, bold but deliberate, parting it with bated intention. Outward it flowed, a midnight dawn: and wherever its white met purple, all of dawn’s colours sprouted. Blazing tongues of red, dazzling streaks of yellow, lurid puddles of pink; they smeared themselves in every direction, clearing the sky of white and darkness both, and staining the snowy mountain-top with their dancing litany.
That was why this dungeon was up here, I thought mildly, a-as for the first time since we’d left the cave the sting of the cold mountain air numbed my nose and pointed ears… a-and my milk-stained nipples and caged clitty. Why we’d had to wait until night to make our offering. All that snow was an empty canvas, ripe for the red carpet that had just been rolled out for us in the form of a magnificent aurora. It was all… for… the spectacle…
I blinked. Glanced up at my GUI. The angry face of the minotaur glared down at me from under its seven… but there was a pastel pink border around it now. The fog over my bw--my brain had lifted! Which meant--
Two fingers thicker than my arms weighed down on my shoulders.
“It is done?” rumbled Da--the minotaur. Any cold I felt suddenly boiled away. Th-the--the minotaur!! A-all the things I’d just done, all the things April’d just done, a-all the things we’d done for him i-in the last few hours, our brains melted b-by his musk, came crashing down on me in a violent stampede. My mind reeled. E-even now, strewn in his seed, and m-my thighs and waist and cum-stuffed pussy all aching after his constant and enthusiastic use of me, a-and my slightly enhanced breasts tingling just at the thought of him, th-the memory of feeding him with them o-over and over again still fresh in my tiny brain--m-my normal brain!! M-my brain was normal again!!--I could hardly b-believe it! On the edge of my vision, the pink light from below--from my cursed chastity cage--vanished.
“Hm,” Baphomet murmured; unbidden, terrified for a moment that he’d figured out my mind was back, I glanced up at him. Unlike the white snow around us, his mighty form absorbed the swirling light show above us almost completely, blunting the pinks and reds and yellows so that they did little more than bolster his existing browns and blacks. His bare flesh glistened with moisture, a-a perverse mixture of all three of our fluids, most of it concentrated in a dripping, trickling coat on the enormous shaft that dangled between his legs. My mouth watered. Before I knew it, I-I was reaching towards him, r-ready to accept my reward f-for getting the ritual right… r-ready to go back to being a good little cow…
N-no…!! I-it was just a… a physical response, um, l-like a muscle memory! I-I’d spent so long under the influence of h-his pheromones, o-only for it to suddenly be wrenched away, that… th-that it was like th-there was a Baphomet-shaped hole in my brain… for the moment. I-I didn’t… I-I didn’t actually want to stay a-as his sissy cow… e-especially not alongside April…
April! Wary of g-giving away my recovery to the bull, I turned, a-as slowly and gormlessly as I could manage, to find her on the other side of Da--Baphomet, clinging devotedly to his other arm, one of her arms twined around his so that she could reach her own cum-stuffed pussy. She played with it absently as she stared worshipfully up at him, one fanged tooth gnawing at her lower lip as she repressed the urge to moo for his cock once more, s-some part of her perhaps aware that we needed to get over this threshold… o-or perhaps just aware that her bull’s attention was on more important matters. Though she was coated in just as many thick strings of his cum a-as I was, and her eyes were just as empty and lightless a-as they’d been the last time she’d had seven stacks of musk on her, a-and my clitty was thoroughly thrashed, bruised and drained and wrung completely of any sort of p-pride by our hours-long sex marathon w-with Baphomet… i-it still stirred in its cage, shamefully aroused b-by all the myriad signs of how… h-how owned she was at the moment. H-how owned we were.
Baphomet lifted his powerful, manly arm from the back of my collared neck, a-and I froze. I--I’d hesitated for too long!! I-I shouldn’t h-have fought against a-any of my impulses t-to--to lean into his touch, t-to moo f-for his attention, to--to be the slutty l-little sissy he expected of me--
“It is cold,” grumbled Baphomet, the last word particularly heavy with his guttural, archaic accent. As I stared up at him, wide-eyed and trembling, a scroll of crumbling parchment appeared in his outstretched hand. “Devil Aspect.”
Searing red lines of writing, illegible for the brief moment that they were visible, appeared on the scroll, casting a vibrant light that for a moment overpowered even the sheer brilliance of the aurora above us--and then the scroll dissipated into a scant cloud of cinders. They vanished before they even touched the ground.
Warmth flared out from Baphomet’s body, far stronger and penetrating far deeper under my skin than his ordinary heat. In an instant, the cold biting at my extremities didn’t just feel like it was gone--it had gone, chased away by Baphomet’s… spell! Another burst of warmth washed over me, this time from within. I-I had such a strong, protective Daddy… hnghhh… a-and since he thought I-I was still under his spell… t-totally devoted to worshipping th-the ground he stood on… h-he’d gone as far as using a magical scroll just to keep us both warm…
“Daaaaddy~!” April gushed, mashing her face tight against his skin, e-even though with his heat being strong enough for me to feel it must’ve been uncomfortably hot at skin-to-skin distance.
“Thank youuu, Daddy~!!” I-I chirped quickly, r-realising that this was a blueprint to keeping up my act. I-I just had to… hahhh… a-act just like April… a-and ignore just how badly seeing her act like this was making my clitty squirm in its cage. I… I-I loved her…!! Wh-why watching her drape herself over every single b-beast-man wh-who raped us m-make me feel so… s-so…
“So? Is the holy ground… safe?” Baphomet rumbled down at me.
“U-um,” I stuttered, f-forcibly shunting my thoughts back to our p-preparations back in the main hall a-at the Glitz and Glam. Darquin had… given us both a Keepsake… which meant we probably all needed to make an offering! “D-Daddy needs to make an offering, too, Daddy! A-and April, my lady…”
I trailed off. H-had I called April ‘my lady’ d-during that whole time I-I’d been under…? W-would Baphomet notice now, i-if I hadn’t? B-but I couldn’t stop now! It was just gonna keep slipping out, th-the same way calling Da--Baphomet Daddy was!
Baphomet held out a hand imperiously. O-obediently, I called up my inventory and handed him th-the Star Marble that Darquin had given me.

He peered at it for a moment, muzzle pursed in careful consideration. Then, apropos of nothing, he held it to the aurora above.
“Vierida,” he intoned. “Gebedir, wassedir.”
The marble glowed with a soft pink light, then splintered between his fingers; the splinters dissolved into a pink mist, which flowed up into the dancing aurora above us, borne up by an unfelt wind. A new ribbon of orange, jagged and flickering, lurched along the length of the curtain that I’d already summoned, a tongue of fire that cast long spikes of light over the lower reaches of the mountainside, never quite kissing its dire peak.
His lips now curled in satisfaction, Baphomet nudged April forward, until she was just about level with me. She leaned forwards, brow furrowed in intense concentration… and pressed an invisible button in the air in front of her. A stormy aquamarine, a green that bordered on blue and a blue that bordered on green all at once, descended from the nowhere above the aurora, lashing the curtain of light with bolts of sleek cyan--and painting the snowy crown of Mount Zenith, so that all its lifeless tracts were the colour of the vibrant, verdant, storm-tossed sea.
I caught the exact moment that the intelligence sparked back up in her eyes--and the moment when she glanced my way, not even moving her head so that it looked like she was still gazing up in awe at the light-show above, and realised that I was… conscious… too. Relief flooded my body, loosening the knot th-that was only mostly due t-to the stiffening cum-plug filling up every inch of my sissy guts. W-we were both free!
And then, as if to punish me for my momentary burst of hubris, Dadd--Baphomet’s burning-hot hand came back down on my collar. R… r-right. Even without his… musk controlling us, k-keeping us docile and… hahhh… attracted to him… (I-I pressed up against the hand around my throat and shoulders, th-the residual urge to meet his skin as closely as possible still raging its way through my tiny frame)... h-he was still our bull. F-far stronger, far faster, f-far smarter and more observant th-than us both combined… n-not that I brought a lot t-to the team of April and me. W-we still didn’t have a chance in hell of beating him… a-and with his Devil Aspect as our only source of heat up here, the icy wastes still to come meant that we couldn’t run away, either.
I-I exchanged another silent glance with April. If it meant… i-if it meant preserving our plan to… t-to trick Baphomet into picking a fight he couldn’t win, against foes h-he couldn’t even begin to comprehend… I-I could let him s-stay in that Baphomet-shaped hole i-in my heart a little bit longer.
At my groin, the pink glow of my chastity cage rekindled itself.
“C’monnn, Daddy,” I squealed breathily, keenly aware that April--i-in full possession of her faculties once again, standing right there on the other side of him--could hear every word, and every inch of naked lust for him that still thundered in my ears. “Let’s catch that slutty sissy~!!”

After I got used to the dancing light show above us, a-and the strange cosiness of being in Baphomet’s stiflingly hot aura in the middle of a desolate snowscape, and b-being tucked under his arm, face buried in April’s unruly black mane again… th-the climb up the mountain soon became weirdly… boring.
Unlike the caverns, there were no monsters up here--no snow golems that lurched out of snowdrifts, or, like, ghosts floating around rattling spectral chains, or even invisible dragons descending from the sky to attack us again! Considering how Baphomet had acted before we’d crossed the threshold into the ‘holy ground,’ m-maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised (clearly whatever status effect was going on up here was just as dangerous to the denizens of this game as it was to us players), but… that didn’t mean it wasn’t still boring!
A-and speaking of Baphomet, h-he’d gotten a lot more closed-off and serious, too! I-it wasn’t that it wasn’t a relief t-to have him not pawing a-at my gunked-up pussy with those massive, meaty hands, o-or to see his gigantic cock remain decidedly limp as he scaled the snowy heights before us with barely a puff of exertion from his wide-set nostrils… b-but he hadn’t even set us down to plow us once. E-even the one time I looked up and… mooed for his attention (e-entirely to keep up appearances!!)... h-he barely glanced down at me before his head was back up, alert and swivelling across our snowy surroundings, looking out for a threat that wasn’t even there.
Compounded with my tiredness, the boredom was enough that I almost dozed off a few times, e-even as April and I were jostled about under Baphomet’s armpit, a-and even with his scent still steeping every pore of both our bodies… though a particularly savage jerk always jolted me back to consciousness before too long, subjecting me to still more of the empty tedium of our trek.
Until, that was, it stopped in its tracks.
“D-Daddy?” I murmured. As irregular and rough as it had been, Da--Baphomet’s trudge onwards had been the one constant on this leg of the journey since it’d started, and its loss was keenly felt. Beneath me, April shifted awkwardly in his grip, h-her much larger body less suited to being carted around like luggage.
“Daddy?” she echoed me softly, s-so convincing in her acted adoration th-that my stomach (and clitty) turned for a moment, sure that she’d slipped back into his thrall somehow.
“Quiet,” murmured Baphomet, so quiet himself that I had to strain to make out the word. There was a muted gravity to it, enough that it probably would’ve penetrated e-even the deepest parts of the haze we were both supposed to be under, i-if a direct order from our bull wasn’t enough to keep us silent on its own. He turned his head swiftly, scanning the bleak horizon and then the light-filled night sky in turn--and even when his search turned up nothing, he crouched to set us both down on the ground, a pile of tangled naked limbs a-and his… residue. His gaze turned skyward again. I-I found myself starkly reminded of Darquin and his danger sense. W-was there… was there really an invisible--
“Hi~!”
The air a few feet in front of us warped, a ream of fabric suddenly sucked the wrong way into the guts of a giant, invisible sewing machine--only to unspool just as suddenly, returning to normal in the blink of an eye. Where the distortion had formed, there stood a girl in a very skimpy dress; the bulk of it was a blinding white to match the ivory of her skin, and along its edges ran a pearly pink trim to match the bubblegum pink of her perfectly coiffed hair.
“P-Percy!!”
“YOU.”
My squeal of shock was drowned under the thundering fury of Baphomet. Sh-she was alone!! And she was a sissy!! If she went down now, dropped to zero health by the sort of attack that could one-shot a high-level minotaur, sh-she’d be immobilised, and he’d be able to drag her off to musk her without another care in the world!! On the ground, still mostly tangled up in April’s hair and arms and legs, I could only stare as his battleaxe reappeared in one mighty hand and he wound it back over his head, in a flash of action that somehow crawled its way across my eyes. One moment, he was bellowing furiously at Percy: the next, his axe was hurtling through the air, straight--
past her, into the craggy cliff face behind her. Percy turned and looked at it, pouty pink lips in that perfectly sculpted ‘o’ of shock.
“PERCY!!” I screamed. Baphomet wasn’t done yet. In a burst of speed faster than anything I’d seen from him before--had he been holding back against everything else he’d fought in that cave, e-even the other minotaurs?!--he was upon her. Time slowed to that strange flash-that-was-also-a-crawl again, and he wound back with both burly black fists, ready to launch a fusillade of lightning-quick punches--
that fell, once again, slightly to Percy’s left, on the stone where his battleaxe had been buried. Seeing that his attack had somehow missed again, he snatched up his weapon and reared back, ready to strike her in melee this time… but Percy had finally pointed her familiar pink flower charm at him.
“Starlance.” Her voice echoed with an overcast--definitely more than twice--and a barrage of starry white bolts blasted through Baphomet’s chest. The battleaxe fell to the snowy earth with a muffled whumph, then vanished... and the minotaur evaporated into dust.
“Daddy…!” From my place in the snow, a pang of grief rang out inside my chest… followed by a pang of shock. He was--he was dead! Th-the minotaur was dead!! Th-the plan had worked after all!! Shock became a giddy rush of, of victory, even though really it’d all been down to Percy being just as overpowered as I remembered her… and that giddy rush became a little jolt of fear as Percy, a wide, deceptively guileless smile on that perfect freckled face of hers, bounced over to us.
“Phew~!” she exclaimed, holding a hand out to me. I took it nervously, allowing her to help me up as April lumbered back to her feet on her own. “You girls got pretty messed up by that minotaur, huh~? Purify!”
Her voice echoed with another overcast as she banished the stacks of Bullied over my head--all seven in one cast, somehow. She turned her flower charm on April and Purified her, too, then back to me. I balked instinctively, e-even though she’d just saved us--
“Cleanse!”
I couldn’t hold back my yelp of shock as the countless strings of minotaur cum dangling from my body vanished in an instant. N-not even the cum he’d left inside me, stewing semi-solid i-in my pussy, was spared--it disappeared too, leaving behind a disconcerting emptiness inside me. Unconsciously, I reached behind me, r-ran a finger along my still-gaped little hole… a-as if to check it really was all gone…
Percy turned back to April. “Cl--”
“NO!!” April dove to the side, almost barrelling me over--only her firm grasp around one of my arms kept me upright. Just like that, the sticky sensation of minotaur cum matted my skin again, th-though this time just in a couple of places… a-and I gave a soft moan as minotaur stench wafted back up my nose. H-had Percy’s Cleanse gotten rid of that, too…?
“Ohh~!” Percy murmured, a playful little smile dancing along her lips. “Do you not want to get cleaned off just yet~?”
I swivelled around to look at her. W-wait. Yeah. Wh-why wouldn’t she want to get clean…? April looked between me and Percy, a hunted look in her stormy eyes. One of her eyelids, and the matching ear, flicked with annoyance as a dollop of cum that’d been dislodged by her mad rush to dodge getting cleansed oozed down from her eyebrow… but she didn’t budge.
“I-I’ll…” Her gaze settled on me. She bit her lip… and nodded to herself. “I’ll tell you later,” she said.
“Ohhhh~!” Percy whistled, her blue eyes shining with unrepentant curiosity. “Mysteryyy! Ah, I’d love to get the goss right here… but brrr!! It’s cold as heck out here!! I guess you didn’t mind it with that minotaur keeping you girls warm, but now that he’s gone…”
She clutched herself and pantomimed shivering. As the shock of the fight, and April’s random refusal to get cleaned, wore off and the cold from all the miles of snow around us set in… I had to admit that Percy probably wasn’t much better off than us, even if we were both naked (and, i-in April’s case, still stained with D--the minotaur’s fluids). Her skirt didn’t even reach her thighs, instead ballooning out at her hips in a frilly disc that shone with all the colours of the aurora above us, and the only fabric on her arms and legs were a sheer, mother-of-pearl pair of gloves that went just past her elbows, and a similarly coloured pair of stockings that left just the slightest sliver of her thighs visible from under the hem of her impractical skirt. Her jiggling, ridiculous breasts--I’d forgotten just how big they were--strained against an almost equally thin top, leaving ample tracts of her cleavage open to the elements, and even her pink hair was no use: though it was long and luscious, right now the vast bulk of it was coiled up behind her head in two enormous tails, braided into loops that gave the impression of a butterfly’s rings.
“You coming?” she said offhandedly into the darkness to her left.
“Very well.”
In the cleft in the black mountainside that Baphomet’s thrown axe had left behind, the darkness suddenly deepened, lengthening in the way of a shadow at dusk until it seemed an interminable corridor into a void beyond light entirely. Then it receded, and in front of us loomed a new figure.
And she loomed. Willowy and pale, her skin a wistful white that glowed under the aurora above us, somehow reflecting its light without taking on even the tiniest fraction of its million hues, she resembled nothing so much as a mannequin given an icy kiss of life. Over her shoulders a black shawl was draped, its satin cobwebbed so that all that could be made of the alabaster skin that lay beneath it was a faint dusting of snow, and over the rest of her rested an equally black satin dress, embroidered with intricate needlework too dark to distinguish from the fabric beneath it. All of her features, from her soaring porcelain cheekbones to her needle-point ears to the silvery tresses of her hair to the plunging circlet of her widow’s peak to the golden nails that tipped her icicle-white fingers, seemed elongated well past the realm of physical possibility; her beauty was unearthly, haunting and haunted.
“Oh! Girls, this is Dissy! She’s an old pal of mine~! Dissy, this is Annie ‘n April~!”
“Well met.” Unblinking, ‘Dissy’ lowered her head in an understated bow. Even the way she moved was spectral, each wafting motion shifting all the shadows that shrouded her alongside it so that the movement itself was imperceptible, except by memory of where her pale face and hands had last been. Her eyes, two empty full moons in two deep pools of darkness, bored intently into mine before they shifted to April, and then back again. Beneath them, her thin lips remained sealed in their severe ensemble, parting for only the briefest moments to form each word. “The chained maiden. The pride of Arcadia. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances at last.”
“Um. Hello… Dissy…! It’s, um, nice to meet you!”
“H-hi… my lady!” As my mouth stuttered out the greeting, i-it seemed to kick my mind into overdrive, and a wall of thoughts plastered themselves across the front of my brain. Wh-who was this? An elf? What was she doing up here? Sh-she wasn’t a player--she didn’t have a nameplate! Had she just been invisible?? Chained maiden? Pride of Arcadia?? DISSY??
The willowy woman kept her eyes trained on me. Hers brooked nothing of the thoughts that circled behind them, two placid, icy lakes unbroken by any emotion--or by the cold gnawing at my bare skin. Eventually, she spoke again. “You may call me Eurydice.”
“That’s--yeah,” April said quickly. “Nice to meet you, Eurydice!”
“Sighhh,” Percy groaned. “Why doesn’t anyone like using my nicknames?”
Despite the confused flurry still buzzing about inside my head, I rolled my eyes--and for the first time in the minute since she’d appeared, Eurydice’s expression shifted. Like everything else she’d done, the change was almost imperceptible, but I could have sworn that, for just a moment, the very corner of her lips curved ever-so-slightly upwards. Then it was gone, and she was holding a spidery white hand out to Percy instead. “Shall we?”
“Mhm!” Percy took hold of it by one spindly white finger, then grabbed my hand with her other hand. April snatched up my other hand, a-and I bit my lip as a smear of Baphomet’s sticky manhood got all over my palm. “Grand Odyssey~!”
The world contracted dizzyingly around us: and when it expanded out again, we were standing next to a tent every bit as fluorescently pink as the tent that April and I shared, only about ten times bigger. A surprisingly ordinary sign hammered into the snow beside it proclaimed, in illegible text that was translated into English by a helpful infobox:

I exchanged a long look with April, wh-who was still clinging to my hand. Still… soaked in minotaur spunk… b-but it barely seemed to matter anymore. We’d made it. The peak of Mount Zenith. We were finally here--our journey was finally complete!