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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 9, 2016 22:22:21 GMT
"Make them yours, huh? Maybe I'll do that with you. I'll go easy on you here so you make a decent pet. No gutting or decapitations, just some tendons cut and maybe some slight genital modifications. Depends on if I like what I see down there." Patches pondered if this person was like her. It would explain the annoying lack of fear. "I just have to make sure, don't I? Can't have you leaving me alone with somebody who thinks babies come from the stork." Patches set a dripping scalpel on the countertop and rummaged underneath for more tools that had seen much use today.
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Post by Iris on Jul 9, 2016 22:32:08 GMT
"That's the wonders of my body. I can be anything and everything you're looking for." When she spoke this time, her voice had dropped low and silky, pink smoke escaped from between her lips in thick, sugary sweet plumes. "Martha, Darling, it's really rude to air personal business to the public. How about we close that door, hm?" Turning her attention back to Patches, she gave a coy smile. "As for you, how about we start this lovely partnership with my favorite method; a kiss.~"
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 9, 2016 23:28:27 GMT
"Really, anything? How about violated?" Patches hopped over the counter, sloshing bare feet in puddle of brain matter and exposing the rest of her body, revealing the male part she had added to her body. The door slammed shut from the other side and Patches gave it an annoyed look. "Aw, I wanted her to watch. I think I'll save my kisses for after I've carved your lips off, hm?" Patches' ordinary arm split from her body with a noise like a zipper and vanished. Her loose threads waved until another limb popped from nowhere and sewed this new limb on in an instant. It resembled a feline limb, but topped with talons more like an eagle's. "Prepare yourself for petdom." She hissed, flexing her talons.
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Post by Iris on Jul 9, 2016 23:36:04 GMT
"Petdom, that's cute." Amai flooded the bar with a massive exhale, pouring pure fog in a thick, pink haze that smelled overpoweringly sweet. At the same time, in her right hand formed her trident, which she spun with a swift whistle along her fingers; Amai had always been deceptively strong. Foggy Misdirection would begin its work while it filled the small bar space, the pink tendrils wafting out from along the closed door's bottom. "What a shame, I just got this dress too." With her spin complete, Amai lowered the visibility down with her fog and promptly made for Patches's left arm with a powerful swing lined along her arm.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 10, 2016 0:02:47 GMT
With the fog entering her lungs, Patches was already seeing Amai stripped and humiliated for the brief moment she could see her clearly before she was lost behind the fog. She wasn't sure what that fog was supposed to do, but it would make a killer drug. "Don't worry about your dress! I'll replace it with a lovely collar!" Her eyes popped from their sockets and were replaced similarly to her arm. She stepped to the side, letting the trident stab nothing but fog.
She reached out with her claws and attempted to rip Amai's exposed bra away, along with a good chunk of her dress. "You can't get the drop on me that easily. I have plenty of useful trophies here." Patches showed her staring golden eyes, eyes that saw in the infrared spectrum. So long as Amai's body produced warmth, she was visible.
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Post by Iris on Jul 11, 2016 17:20:45 GMT
Amai couldn't help but smile with thrilled satisfaction. Seemed this one was easy to fall under her fog's effect and she felt her slowly enter the hivemind of Amai's ability. All it took was one breath and so long as they were close enough, Amai could feel them just as easily.
She pulled her trident back with a quick spin, her hands growing on both lower and upper parts of the warm metal to intercept Patches's hand with a solid thunk. When she felt the collison was when she dropped her upper hand, aiming for brief contact with the arm. "You're just absolutely vile.", she praised Patches with a slight laugh in her tone. How disgusting this creature was, it almost made her homesick!
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 11, 2016 21:08:05 GMT
Patches' body shook with the impact of her own blow striking Amai's trident. She quivered in delight at the feeling. It was so much more fun when they put up a fight. She fell back into the fog and vaulted over the counter again. A moment later, her mug came sailing for Amai's face, followed by bottle after bottle from the shelves. While she tossed the alcoholic bottles, she considered her options. What delightful toys should she use here?
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Post by Iris on Jul 12, 2016 2:26:42 GMT
"Why are you running, Darling?" Amai spun her trident with her centuries of practice and knowledge, batting away bottle after bottle before grabbing one that got a little too close, playfully tossing it back before following Patches behind the counter with a vaulted leap. Landing on the other side, glass crushing between her heels and the floor, Amai deployed her wings in a massive swoop, aiming to force enough wind out of them to blow Patches down to the ground.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 12, 2016 3:02:38 GMT
Patches grumbled when she saw Amai avoid any harm from the bottles. She was still intact and fully clothed. It was almost enough to turn Patches off of the whole thing. She grabbed her scalpel a moment before Amai landed, but was knocked down before she had a chance to use it. She fell hard into the shelves, dropping most of the bottles she hadn't thrown on her head. Her scalp and face were shredded, stinging from the alcohol in them. She smiled as the scent of alcohol mixed with the others on her body. Well what do you know, she was wet again. She lunged to slide between Amai's legs, looking up her skirt while she attempted to claw the back of one ankle to slash her Achilles tendon and strike the other with her scalpel. She would cripple her legs to make her crawl like a dog.
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Post by Iris on Jul 12, 2016 3:48:38 GMT
"Dirty little thing." Amai praised Patches as she listened to the hivemind between the two of them; so long as she could keep her slightly underneath Foggy Misdirection and eventually get in a physical contact or two, she could keep this bond strong. It was enough to warn her of Patches movements, just enough to allow her to shove her trident into the nearest wall with a bit too much strength, grabbing hold and lifting herself up just enough while her tail appeared through the smoke, aiming for a tight wrap around Patches's throat. All she needed to do was get a few solid touches in...she'd make this vile little mutt bow.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 12, 2016 4:26:39 GMT
Patches' face contorted when Amai jumped. "You little cunt! Let me make you fucking bleed already!" She snapped, spit flying from her jaws before she was yanked up by the tail. She smiled again as it tightened. "Oh! So you-gack!-aren't afraid to finally touch me!" She managed to choke out. She didn't need to breathe, but it was necessary to speak.
She was enjoying this in ways she wasn't anticipating. Like she never want to let this pet go. She would even treat her decently by Patches' standards. Train her before getting too hardcore on her. Feed her enough to maintain her weight. Maybe even let her use the toilet. But first she'd have to catch her. Her lower jaw broke away and vanished, replaced by long mandibles. They slowly spread out until they stuck out directly from her head on both sides. She licked Amai's tail with delight and they swung shut with enough force to chop through a telephone pole right at Amai's tail.
Martha was on all fours outside, still gasping after loosing her breakfast all over the bushes. A stream of bile clung to her chin, nothing compared to what was on the bushes. She managed to stand and looked down at the splash on her shirt. Her nose wrinkled. She looked at the door, knowing she couldn't help Amai. She could run in and get cleaned up really quick. She darted into nothing, entering the kaspa.
She bolted for the bathroom at top speed, skidding to a stop when Marika walked out in front of her. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" The tiny girl said in annoyance. "And why is there puke on your shirt?" Marika gave Martha a disgusted look. Martha gave a blank stare and put a hand behind her head as she cast about for an answer. "Uh... Ash... tried to cook again? And I... I ate it to make her feel better!" Martha smiled desperately. Marika did not. "The truth, Martha." The spider seamstress glared.
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Post by Iris on Jul 12, 2016 4:33:00 GMT
Amai's amusement ended quickly as she felt the sharp sting of her tail suddenly severed, her once pleasant face contorting into one of pure rage and for the briefest moment, her real visage flickered through halfway on her face; it didn't possess much of a face, but it glowed a fierce, burning pink as if she were made of intense flame, all while a pair of multiple eyes narrowed in fury, fierce and long teeth, all gleaming dark red with the depths of a purple mouth behind. "You piece of filth." Amai whipped her torn tail away, something she'd definitely have to feed for later, and she tore her trident from the wall, flapping her massive wings back towards Patches again, intending to knock her down while thrust herself backwards and as she did so, she chucked her spear with a piercing, violent whistle of wind following its massive speed.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 12, 2016 5:09:34 GMT
Patches licked her mandibles and stood. She couldn't speak and her facial expressions were nonexistent, but her joy was clear. What a lovely face Amai had been hiding. She took time to reset her jaws before Amai slammed her back down into the counter. She saw the trident coming just in time to pop off her normal arm, but before a new one could be sewn on, the trident penetrated through her bare breasts and ribcage alike, slamming her harder into the counter than even the wind.
She chuckled from deep in her chest and stood, trident still buried in her chest. The only thing she needed those lungs for was taunting Amai, and she couldn't do that anyway. She spat up a bit of bone and her new limb came in, a strange, crippled looking arm that hugged to her chest with an oversized crab claw on the end, flattened like a shield. She lunged at Amai, extending her talons to penetrate the demon's abdomen. She just wanted to get her body all over this bitch right now. Chopping her feet off could wait.
Martha was compelled by the magic deep within her string to obey. "Patches is getting killed. I saw what she did and threw up." The words spilled out beyond her control. Marika gave a horrified glance around. Jane was out on a date. Haven had a recording session. Ash was visiting a hall of mirrors. Yuu was shopping. "But she's mine! My artwork! You can't let her do this! Go! Save her, now!" She shrieked. Martha's feet moved on their own, much to her horror. She ran for her door, not to help Amai but kill her in order to save Patches.
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Post by Iris on Jul 12, 2016 5:15:38 GMT
"Fucking bring it!" Amai's voice was ethereal; a guttural tongue spewing through flame and she sacrificed her abdomen to the lunging creature. The pain was nonexistent to the burning heat of her rage at having lost her precious tail. The trident disappeared from Patches abdomen and instead, Amai forced it back behind her while gathering the burning blood that leaked into her mouth, spitting the steaming liquid into Patches's face just as she pulled back and shoved the trident through Patches's back and Amai's own body.
The thing about physical form for Amai was that it was completely unnecessary. Truthfully, she was but the essence and spirit of man's lust and carnal desire; she had no real form outside of Hell. The body she'd chosen was one she'd maintained for centuries after stealing the body of a saloon woman long ago and despite how much she adored it, it was entirely disposable.
Skewering through both of their bodies to keep them in place, Amai used her free hand and forced her fingers to intertwine through her hair, giving a rough pull towards her as she moved to connect their lips in a truly passionately hateful kiss.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 12, 2016 15:57:18 GMT
Patches only laughed when she was once again stabbed, pinned to Amai. Her filth rubbed off on Amai's dress, making her cackle harder. Much to her surprise, she wasn't the one to force a kiss. Amai could only make contact with her upper lip and tongue, but Patches gave it her all from there, shoving her tongue as deep down Amai's throat as she could. She only noticed the way it weakened her a few seconds in. She realized it was too late by then.
She couldn't struggle away. So instead she just kept rubbing her filthy tongue in Amai's mouth, delighted that at least in death, she was causing misery. But she was not to die just yet. The pub's door flew off its hinges and Martha came through like a rocket was attached to her foot. "AMAI! LOOK OUUUUUUUUT!" She warned as, beyond her control, she threw herself across the room foot first at Amai's face. "I'M SORRY I DON'T HAVE A CHOICE!" Martha was unable to explain beyond that. She hoped Amai could take both of them. Patches was unable to speak with her mouth intertwined with Amai's, but her eyes taunted Martha with their obvious joy.
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Post by Iris on Jul 12, 2016 20:51:04 GMT
Amai had never been so angry in her life. The heat from her hidden form was burning through this one's flesh, leaving an unpleasant, sizzled flesh smell behind; her shell was becoming more broken than she could manage and the flames from her body spewed from her exposed fingertips around the trident's pinned handle that disappeared in a burst of thick, pink smog, only to reappear between the two of them as she pulled their lips apart for a quick moment, looking disgusted at the saliva that followed. Amai tore her abdomen from Patches's hand that was embedded in her abdomen, pinning her to the wall by that very hand with a swift stab of her trident and much to her distaste, she forced Patches's head back against the wall with vicious strength as she connected their lips again. With every ounce of energy she sucked from Patches's body, she felt another wound heal; like a lizard, her tail had slowly begun to grow back and the torn flesh around her abdomen that was licked by purple and pink flame slowly began to vanish. All that really was left was the left side of her face, bits of skull peeking from behind hungry flame and many, beaded eyes with no pupil, glaring with distaste as she committed this act with something so vile.
When Martha burst through, Amai had left Patches with barely enough energy to leave as she was forced to react, letting out a frustrated scream. She could feel the front of her skull still slightly exposed and if she couldn't keep it under wraps quick, it was just going to eat through her skin again unless she could somehow control how irritated this entire situation was making her. "Stay here you piece of shit." She pushed on Patches's throat again rough, hitting her head into the wall before leaving her hung in place by the arm she had stabbed through earlier.
"I don't know how you think hiring a hit works, but when you start attacking me, it makes things VERY. HARD." Amai spat out the last words with fury as she ducked beneath the kick just narrowly, her newly grown tail struck out with massive force along the side, avoiding hitting Martha with the ends so as to hit her mid air instead; all of this happened as she kept her hand covering the left side of her face, as if it would somehow stifle the flame.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 13, 2016 1:04:39 GMT
Patches gurgled as her flesh burned. Pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain. She ground her hips on Amai even as her skull cracked from the impact of being slammed into the wall. She laughed again when Amai released her, loving how Amai looked now. She was surprised to see Martha barging in, but she welcomed it. It gave her time to recover and an excellent view of her sister getting demolished. Her griffon limb and both legs vanished.
Martha didn't want to harm Amai, but it still sank her heart to miss. Why could she never win? She wasn't surprised when Amai's tail struck her in the stomach, hurtling her roughly into the wall. She reeled, not just from the strike but from the damage Amai's dress had taken. Ugh. It was better than Patches, but Martha still didn't need to see anybody's undies. She sucked air back into her lungs and tried to gasp out that she had no choice, but her threads moved her like a puppet to attack. Her power echoed out and she realized just how much this was her environment. The glass all over the floor rattled. She realized now she was an actual threat to Amai, if only for the flawlessness of this place for her abilities. Every bit of broken glass of the room levitated off the floor. It spun up to become a whirling tornado of glass, spinning towards Amai and seeking to engulf her. Corpses in the way were blended, only bones surviving in some spots. Even the floor was ground to sawdust in spots as it skipped towards the succubus.
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Post by Iris on Jul 13, 2016 8:27:57 GMT
"Ugh, you think so fucking LOUD." Amai spat out the last word, feeling Patches's intentions from here. This stupid hit was not worth any of the pay she was getting; her dress alone cost as much as this dumb mission did and she was losing much more than cloth. Between the entire front of her dress being demolished, as well as the back where her tail slapped viciously back and forth before wrapping around Patches's abdomen. The succubus forced her trident to disappear once more where it reappeared in her free hand, the other still clutching to her face where flame licked between her fingertips. "I'm warning you right now, I am NOT in a good mood and if I get any angrier, I can't guarantee I'll let you make it out of here." Despite her threats, they seemed almost idle; Amai had sweat building on her forehead and the heat beneath her skin was growing unbearable as it began to eat away from her skull once more, almost like flame to paper. She really didn't want to let Hell break out here, but she wasn't in much control of it with her vessel sustaining this much damage.
With an angry and disgusted grunt, Amai turned on her side with full rotation and threw with the full force of her tail, sending Patches not only towards Martha, but into the swirling mayhem of glittering glass. Not too far behind it, her trident was following directly behind Patches when Amai made a full rotation, sending her trident outwards more like a spear. If Martha wanted to piss her off too, then fine, she'd impale them both! While she thought this, she began to smell the faint fumes of burning hair...
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 13, 2016 18:03:52 GMT
Martha was horrified when Patches horrible slimy body was aimed for her. There was no time to dodge, and the pyschotic doll went right through the glass tornado and slammed into Martha's chest. Martha was knocked flat, but that was far from the worst thing about the attack. Patches' reeking flesh was just below her nose and on her own.
She shrieked and shoved Patches off, letting the shredded creature flop on the floor. Patches' threads were sliced to pieces. She was nearly entirely immobilized. "I'm so sorry... it's not in my control." Martha appologized as she again tried to use her glass powers, only for the trident to impale her to the floor. Her voice vanished into a squeak of pain as her guts were struck through again and she was deeply struck to the floor. She thrashed, but it did her little good. She was left thrashing and gurgling on the floor, leaving Patches and her utterly helpless. Patches split off her mandibles and summoned a more normal jaw once more. "Heh... good work here. I didn't stand a chance... so what now? You going to fuck me to death or burn me? I like either." She smiled, content to go out hearing Martha's screams.
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Post by Iris on Jul 13, 2016 22:31:34 GMT
"A part of me tells me you aren't worth either." Amai felt her singed hand and with distaste, she dropped it, it was already becoming too late; the vessel she was using had been damaged too much for her to catch back up in regeneration, her only chance of keeping this form was to drain them both. "Ugh...my hair." Her voice was a selfish whine as she turned to face the two on the ground, hopping over the counter and approaching their downed bodies.
Most of Amai's face had disappeared and in its wake was a creature of substanced flame, as if it were skin, but not quite. Burnt strands of her golden hair drifted, burning at the ends where they fell to the floor and her singed hand peaked with the pink flame. At least six eyes all peered at the two and she stooped down to their level ominously, her fanged maw opening as she spoke, but not quite again. Her large mouth just stayed open where her voice came through, the inside of her mouth a sickly dark purple. "You're already mostly dead, your life isn't enough to give me my body back. But Martha, however." Taking her hand that was still whole for the moment, Amai summoned her single trident out of Martha's body, leaving the bloody, gaping wounds open to nothingness and instead, she slammed it down on Patches's body, severing the point right above her throat, leaving her head at a fine, severed point. With her hand whose flesh had been eaten away, Amai grabbed at the bloody stump where she'd cut and immediately began to cauterize the wound, all while keeping her many eyes locked onto Martha's with a cruel sort of calm. "So. Since you clearly couldn't help yourself, I'll feel a little merciful. Guess a number, one through ten darling..." Her massive mouth stretched into what was supposed to represent a smile, but it only exposed the teeth that lined along her entire jaw, a smile stretching far and endlessly. "If you guess the right number, I'll let you go, but if you guess wrong, that's how many years I take off your life today."
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