Calling in a Favor

"Can I leave now?" Virto asked for the ump-teenth time, getting another head shake from Holi once more. "If you need anything in the outside world, I shall provide it as master Di said."

"I need to go into the outside world."

"Null error. Resorting to response LC11."

"We are in a world that runs on sex and magic and somehow you, a magical robot, is still using assembly?" Virto asked, confused on how that's possible.

"You may have done your research in your short time here, but there are still many things you do not understand. Now beat it before I either shoot you or fuck you against a wall." Holi put her hand on her pistol at her waist. "Maybe I'll do both~"

"So you're a robot through and through?"

"Yes, and no. Many believe I'm just a soldier. At least the many that remember….and awaken in time."

"What does that mean?" Virto asked. "Actually nevermind, I guess can you help me modify this watch on my wrist…"

"I don't see why not. It can coincide with my 2nd task to seduce you and Isuka."

"You said that just point blank without no concern that we could fight against it….cool. Well, I work in the backroom…." the two of them left the door and headed in the direction of the back of the library, while Virto talked about the additional features he had in mind for adding. As they passed a table, Holi suddenly stopped and looked at the chairs that were tucked in under it. "Go on ahead, I need to sit down," she said, Virto shrugging and continuing his walk to the room. She lifted the table and turned over one of the chairs, seeing a miniature Isuka talking over a proportionally small portal. "I need to go," Isuka said, closing the portal.

"I hope that wasn't anything I need to take care of," Holi said, placing the chair down as Isuka grew back to normal size under the chair. "I hope you know I will figure out who you called. So shall we make this easy, hard, or lewd?"

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Far, far away in the lands of Zipangu - basically a thousand miles away - there was a small farmhouse that seemed abandoned. Dust was everywhere, small non-mamono critters and crawlers went around, and the light shone into the broken windows that weren't repaired. It was a decaying old thing, and one would think that no one lived in there...but someone did.

The windows weren't in working order, but they lack the same kind of dust that the rest of the house had. There are definitely critters around, but nothing has infested the place. Someone was living here, yet not repairing the house to its former glory.

And in the room where the kitchen was, we had our answer. Since it was a done house, much of the things in the kitchen were taken out, leaving an empty room with nothing in it as much as the other rooms, but one person was there, stirring bubbling fluids in a cauldron in the center of the room. He had short, tiny stubby horns on his head, and white hair with a clump of it that was black. His skin was albino, and his eyes were red like the blood that flowed through him. He wore a grey and gold hooded garment and pants that looked made for someone larger than his size. Finally, his ears were shaped like a holstaur's, going down and out, and wiggling every time they tracked noise. He recited mantras under his breath as he stirred, taking the stirring spoon out of the cauldron every once in a while to test its taste.

It was really only his soup that he made from what he gathered earlier. The only spellcasting going on his is sayings that he uses to keep the cauldron hot, so everything can boil and liquidize. While he was cooking his dinner, a portal opened up beside him. "Natsumi," Isuka whispered as he stirred. "Oh, my savior. Am I still in danger?"

"No, but I need to hurry. I am going to ingrain something in your mind at some point. My task for you, is not to question it, and follow the instructions to a tee."

"Yes, I owe you anything you wish for. You freed me from a life of servitude, so it is the least I can do to return your kindness." Isuka nodded and looked around, hearing other people. "I must go for now, if someone comes looking for you do not befriend!" She said quickly, closing the connection right after uttering the last word. Just like that, he was left alone to his own devices once more, listening only to the bubbling sound of his cauldron.

Hey spent the next day inside his home, watching a spider move around while he waited for the Dark Mage to send him the image for him to look at in his thoughts. He hadn't heard from the mage for a day now, but he was reassured that whatever happens, he will get his task. What else does he have in his life to tend to if he doesn't right?

Family? No, he lost them as a child...an entire thing that many of his peers have gone through. Kidnapped, raped, experimented on, the usual horrors an unlucky child carries with them into adult life. But he was a lucky one. He was in the right place, at the right time to be found by Isuka.

As he remembers it, he was doing his tasks of cleaning someone's produce while he saw a woman that stood out against the bland collars of the crowd. She adjusted her glasses as if they were an outlet to keep her fidgety hands from showing fear. She clutched a large text under her left arm, one that looked worn for wear and cobbled together. But what attracted that small suffering demon boy was that large opening in her clothing right at her chest...if you looked, it was impossible to feel shame for your head being pulled down with lust, because her mounds were so out there that it stays in your partial view even if your eyes are directed to hers.

As for any man, and some women, he found himself staring at the women. Lust was building up as he paused his job, panting as his corrupted body longed for a piece of that female in his hands. It collided with his hopelessness on getting out of his horrible situation as well. Why let this opportunity pass when your master might not even let you be free? His brain argued. He refuted that argument the first time he thought of it, telling himself that he didn't wish to be punished by his master. It was not worth the sure torture he will endure for just a quick session of sex…

The second time was a bit harder, as he thought about all the times his master had punished him already. Bondage, paddles, and even the occasional bout of public shaming. He had endured these for so long, so what's another one to his resume, hmm? Why should you care when the threat has been done long enough to devalue its scariness in your head?

By the third time, he had made up his mind. In reality, this took only a mere moment, but that moment was enough for him to watch her pass almost out of reach. It was a gamble, but a gamble he was willing to get. He threw down the broom and darted at the mage, his horniness taking over as he slowed down to weave in between the crowd he was walking in. He knew he didn't have much time before he was captured, so he needed to make this count. He got closer with each step, time seeming to slow around him in the heat of the moment. He reached his hand to his back, trying to grab her before it's too late. His vision, or at least the one in his memory, was going white, her image fading out as his remembrance was reaching his limit. If only for a piece of her voluptuous skin before going back to being a depressed pawn…

He doesn't remember much about that day other than her. The Mage said she eventually took him to a far-off area after seeing him trudge back to the store where he belonged forever. Guilt trip of course, which turned into a task of getting his lust down before he frotted himself into an orgasm. He was really a mess that day, but was he better off and less of a mess under his Master?

After waiting for a while he got the task from the Mage, it was like a flash of a camera taking your picture, burning an image into his head, and leaving his eyesight just like that. He will never get used to that flash, as it comes without warning and too suddenly to be able to expect it. He thought the image over, seeing what he needed to accomplish. They were ordered in steps, to be followed to a tee.

Natsumi furrowed his brow, then got to work following the first few instructions. He was instructed first off to pack his things, as staying in one location would be an easier way of getting captured. He went to a corner and reached behind a web, getting supplies for him to perform spells. Talismans, a quill, and some squid ink for doing simple things, like shrinking or enlarging. His own book of spells that he can use when in a pinch of not knowing spells. An onahole because well…you know. His cauldron and stirring were shrunk so he is able to eat. Finally, he took a red disk that he had stored in a different portion of the broken home. He was told to only use it when stuck in a situation that was dire enough to require a miracle. With that, he was ready to embark on his journey to fulfill his task. He had the resolve of a soldier in him and was willing to perish if it meant he will be done.

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"1…2…3!" Kiris said, trying one more time to ram her way through the door of her large bedroom. Her new purplish demon form gave her strength, but it was like being given the answer for 10 questions to a 50 question math test. Even with her newfound might, that damn door will not budge in even the slightest. She crumpled to the floor, the table she was holding falling with her. She groaned as the legs of the table snapped in the mess of a pile, sore from all the times she had tried to break out. "Someone...save me…" she said, resigned to her fate in this room.

As she laid there losing hope, a click was heard above her. She looked up as she watched the doorknob turn to open the door. The door managed to open only a bit before being stopped by the combination of a busty demon and a broken table. "Nya?" Went the voice as she pushed a bit harder on to the door. "Who's in front of me?"

"Are you h-hear to save me?" Said Kiris, moving out of the way and dragging the broken table with her. The door swung open as the person kneed the door open, showing herself to Kiris in the daylight coming in through the windows. She wore a maid dress, with a skirt that barely came down her thighs. Under her maid bonnet were two pink-ish cat ears, and between her legs, Kiris could see a matching pink cat tail moving behind her. She wore gloves on her hands, holding onto a tray that held breakfast. "But you're already saved," She said, going into the room and placing the tray on her bedside table. "No I'm not, I was captured and brought here…"

"To be saved by Master Di nya" She seemed to have a thing for attaching the nya onto the end of some sentences. "She must really like you, just look at this room…"

"This room is too dark…" Kiris responding, wondering if the nya was a byproduct of the maid being a catgirl. She watched her hop up to the windows, pulling the curtains that were limiting much of the light that could now come in in the morning sun. Kiris could fully view the place she was holed up in for the very first time. She knew the bed was fancy, but she never got a good look at how much it looked like something fit for a queen. The design of the roof and walls felt like watching Michelangelo paint while suspended in the air, She saw religious figures looking brought to life in pastel and stained glass. There were a multitude of material items, including an open shower in view of the entire room (excluding the powder room) and a walk-in closet for anything she wished to wear. "Do you luv the room?" The catgirl said, patting a spot in front of the bedside table. Kiris went over and sat down, crossing her legs together while looking at the decor around. "I s-still want to leave…"

"So you do luv it, don't you?" The catgirl asked, sitting beside Kiris - close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body. "Y-yes but…"

"Nya nya, you'll love staying here…" The catgirl scooted even closer, their thighs and sides touching and pressing against each other. "Master Di asked me to help you love it nya~"

"What are you doi-eeeiii!" Kiris shrieked as the catgirl grabbed her chest, fondling her chest while pressing her own on her back. "My breasts w-were never this sensitive…"

"That means you like it. Master gave you a better form…" She whispered in here ear, before proceeding to softly bite on it. She reveled in Kiris's soft whimpers as she nibbled and licked her hearing organ. She pulled both of them to fall on the bed, spooning her from behind as she continued to pleasure her in soft intimacy…

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"So tell me about this Master Di," Virto said, watching as Holi tended to his wrist with her fingers. Her pointer finger would occasionally turn into a screwhead, so she could undo the screws that held the watch closed. "I heard Kiris talk about her for a while, but I never really got to know who she is, or if she is a dictator, or…"

"She is no dictator," Holi said, lifting the screen off the watch to expose the mechanisms underneath. Everything the watch normally had was compressed down to take less space, which allowed for a small propulsion system that used a very, very, very pressed down spring and a small rack of tiny needles. There was a ring right before the hole that the needles came out, with a layer of a translucent green liquid holding on to it like it was soap on a bubble wand. "I thought you wished to harm, not tickle someone," Holi said, shooting one needle into the table where they worked. "You thought something this rudimentary could keep you from being raped?"

"I only worked with what I had, alright? It's not like I have enough, or any power to really bring this watch's capabilities out." As he said that, Holi tapped herself and opened something on her arm, showing a white glowing stick. "I have many more if needed."

"Well, I'll need some British-American sci-fi technology to make everything I want to put anything in here fit."

"I do not know what British-American means, but some of my additional parts come from Magitech."

"Close enough, I guess. now just one last thing, but what...." he looked at his watch, deciding if he wanted to add anything else. He stared for a bit, before looking back at Holi. "Hey, do you know what a server is?"

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Natsumi started setting up shop, for now, finding a nice place in the forest before placing his bag down. He took out a talisman and wrote on it, then attached it to another talisman to only write on the other one. After finishing up the second talisman, he placed it down on the ground then backed up from it. It exploded in a plume of smoke that quickly cleared, showing a lean-to made for him to sleep under. Inside it were the two talismans used, the ink from them gone as if they were never written on them at all.

Now that he had a roof that would cover him, he could continue on his task. His first step was nearby, in a village he saw while traveling. He took only a few talismans and his quill, coated in a fresh coat of squid ink for the road. With that, he placed an extra talisman on his lean-to, watching as his shelter disappeared from mortal view.

He put his hood over his head and started walking, horses, and carriages passing him as he closed the distance to the village. According to the image the Mage gave him, there should be a queen of this village. A Dark elven queen, known to go about her day in the kingdom instead of being inside her castle all the time. According to the instructions, this should be easy to deliver the message.

Natsumi got to the gates, where he was stopped for a moment by a dark elven guard. After being checked for anything that could potentially signal an attack or coup, he was let through. Infiltration, easy enough he thought. Now to find the queen.

There was no point in rushing, as that would only draw attention. Besides, this is an easy step. Easy peazy, demon squeezy. My cock. Why did I write that?

He passed various dark elven going about their day. He always thought that the villagers would completely lewd, with things being done in the open that most wouldn't even do outside of their own homes. However, there was much less lewdness out on the walkways than he thought there would be. Where he got the knowledge might have skewed him just a bit. Sure, he saw the occasional group gang up on another elf, but that was the same thing as a group going to beat up on another person for something that had happened in the past.

He found who he was looking for, seeing her buying a new whip at a store. He went up to her and tapped her shoulder, watching her turn around as she looked down at the person half a foot shorter than him. "Who are you?" She asked, bending her knees and back to get a closer look at him, showing him a view of her breasts held still by her purple bra. Her whole upper ensemble looked to showcase her boobs, started with the open-front purple clothing, with tears on her arm that seemed to show lighter purple fabric underneath the dark purple. Her eyes were golden in color with matching pupils, making it seem as if she didn't have any. Her ears, like all elves, were long and pointy. Her hair was long, much of it sitting on her back or drooping around her as she bent over. "You look like a real submissive type. Did you recently get a wife?"

"I came with a message from a Dark Mage," he responded, her smile fading. "Isuka is in trouble? What is going on small incubus? Did she fall into a deep hole, got stuck holding hands with someone…is it the holding hands?" He shook his head, whispering in her ear verbatim what he was supposed to say from the image. Her face went into surprise, then disbelief, and finally a sigh once he had reached the end of his verbal message. She turned to the storeowner and placed down the whip. "Sorry Charles, I'll have to try your cool massage another day."

"It is alright Queen Dar Cora. I can always test run it with my friends instead."

"I told you, people, don't call me a Queen." She chuckled and playfully punched his shoulder before grabbing Natsumi and taking him with her. She waved to everyone she passed, but as the walk went on the looks of greetings turned silent concern. Natsumi could felt it too, the aura that was coming off her. Her face was friendly, but her demeanor was turning Stoic. Imposing. She led both of them inside the castle, up to her very room. She nodded to two dark elf guards that guarded it and went inside, Natsumi seeing a darkly lit room. The most illuminated portion was her desk, where she made a beeline too to sit down and start working on something. "Where are we going?" Natsumi asked. "We are not going anywhere. I felt it when I grabbed your hand...she sent you more tasks to accomplish. She's gathering something big, no?" He nodded, causing her to sigh again.

"I hadn't seen Isuka in years...but I guess Queen Heathen must go on the battlefield once more."