Chio, Arabella and Terry found an abandoned old house at the edge of town. It seemed abandoned, at the very least.

Terry's heart was beating fast – having the chance to be alone with these two women once again felt pretty exciting. The fact that they were now doing it in this strange pirate town, trying to find a spot to hide from suspicious eyes, it only added to the excitement in a weird way. It was going to be an intense fuck, he could feel it, and at the end of the day, he knew that Chio and Arabella can protect him.

Chio's heart was beating fast too. She felt a bit guilty about leaving Friska alone in that inn. At least they took all their belongings here; the fairy only had a bit of money with her to get drinks, not much to get robbed, but still. Also, they had to find a spot to hide from suspicious eyes now. A feeling she knew very well, a feeling that felt painfully thrilling. Last but not least, there were Arabella's words to the unsuspecting Terry right before they dipped: “Hey, I wanna show you something!” Chio was certain that this “something” was her own masochism. They just had a conversation about that back in Copperdust, so it must have been it. Just what exactly is the succubus planning? What will she do to her in front of this timid good boy?

“Arabella... are you sure nobody lives here?” she asked as the redhead closed the door behind them.

“Pirates of the Murky Bay often leave for weeks or months, you know, doing pirate stuff. I doubt anyone will bother us... you will just have to keep it low,” she grinned.

“Oh...”

“Now kiss him!”

Chio turned to the boy. Her face was coming closer to his gradually, their lips touched, her tongue slid in...

“Back!” Arabella grabbed the girl by her hair. She gasped and stumbled backwards as she was being pulled. Are we really doing this? She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, feeling her lover's strong hands wander to her tits. She made up her mind. She will let the succubus take charge, she will submit.

With their kiss being broken off, Terry was hit with a wave of shame for a moment, almost feeling like he did something wrong or dirty. But seeing the redhead's daring green eyes fixed on him as she touched Chio, he could tell that it wasn't really about that. Of curse it wasn't, not with these two.

“Just look, boy!” Arabella said. “I will show you a part of her you haven't really seen yet.”

“Uhm... what?” the confused boy asked.

Arabella grabbed Chio by the ankle, suddenly turning her upside down, and just holding her like that. The girl's white toga slid down all the way over her boobs, covering her blushing face. She was swaying back and forth, just letting it happen.

“She is my toy right now. A slave, mine for using. Isn't that right, Chio?”

“Yes...” the girl whispered.

“W-what?” Terry asked.

“We just like to play like this. She does too. That's because she is a slut. She no longer is a futanari, but she still has that helpless little bitch inside her, she gets it. Look how she is trembling! Look at her goosebumps!”

If not for him getting off to Arabella's wild gangbangs before, Terry might have gotten upset by the redhead's sudden rude behaviour. Instead, he was just a tad confused now. Confused, and feeling kind of sorry for the girl. But her body was right in front of him, just hanging there upside down, naked except her panties. She was seemingly okay with it. She looked vulnerable, and so hot. Terry felt his dick getting hard, and with that, the whole vibe of the scenario sort of clicked for him. He 'got it' too.

“Come closer, look! She does have goosebumps, she enjoys this. Isn't she lovely?”

“She is...”

The succubus laughed. “It didn't take you long. Let's enjoy her, then!”

“Uhm... can you put me down?” Chio asked. “My head hurts.”

“That's no way to address your master, is it, slave?”

“I'm sorry, please! Please put me down, master!”

Arabella released her, and she told her to entertain Terry while she walked to their backpacks in the corner. Chio crawled to the boy, staying on her knees, and looking up at him shyly. She then chuckled, and fluttered her eyelashes. “May I serve you, my... my lord?”

Terry's cock throbbed. Chio, the angel, was acting right now like she was beneath him! That was a first. Of course he understood that it is just a game they are playing. Really, she was stronger than him, much stronger, and more experienced, more confident, more everything. But if she asks him like that, it's only fair to play along.

He quickly pulled down his pants and presented his manhood to her. “Uhm... suck on it!”

“Sure!”

“Hang on!” said Arabella. “Look what I got here!”

What she got was a rope. Iesha gave it to them before they parted ways with the pirates.

Chio's hair was once again grabbed – she got off Terry's cockhead with a popping sound. The boy put away his dick for now and just watched with a slightly red face, but a lot of genuine interest. Arabella began to experiment with tying the angel up, changing her mind and starting over a few times, until she fully committed, and used up most of the rope. It took longer than any of them expected, but neither of them really minded. They were all silent, just observing Arabella's working hands, the ropes cutting into the girl's white flesh, glancing at each other from time to time playfully, sensually. Someone was yelling in the distance, they heard a wagon roll by not too far, life was going on outside, without anyone having a clue. Meanwhile, they were just having weird, wild, intimate fun in here. In the end, Chio's legs were tied together, her arms tied to her sides, boobs bound up separately, their modest size emphasized with the rope.

She remembered the last time she was in bondage like this: it was when the succubus sisters kidnapped her and brought her to Cornertown, to Neia Silverlight. That bound wagon-ride was a horrible experience... but hot too. Of course it was, she was a futanari at the time. But right now, she was in safe hands. It was the same sensation, but not nearly as fucked up, now done to her by these two who she loved dearly. She not only found it hot, but somehow wholesome too. The atmosphere in the house was simply intimate. The three of them made a good sex-team.

“All done, slut!” Arabella got up and took a step back, staring at her work with satisfaction. “What you think, Terry?”

“Uhm, she looks good,” the boy admitted.

“I feel good too,” Chio smiled.

“Oh don't be selfish, slave! You are meant to make us feel good. Get on your knees!”

The girl struggled a bit, rolled over, and finally got to her knees.

“Terry, stand next to me! Careful not to touch me, you know you don't want to.”

“Yea,”

“Get your dick out again.” Meanwhile, Arabella raised up her green skirt and pulled her panties to the side.

“Suck him, then lick me, girl! Ten seconds each. Go!”

“Yes!”

Chio got to work, giving them her all. Dick, dick, dick, then pussy, pussy pussy. Tasty, juicy genitalia of both kind. She loved both kind, she embraced them, smelled them, while her own fluids were dripping on the wooden floor.

That guy who was yelling outside was closer now, and before either Arabella or Terry could reach the climax, all three of them recognized him, pretty much at the same time. It was Porco calling out their names.

“Fuck...” the succubus said, pulling her panties up and letting her skirt fall, covering her crotch and thighs. Terry was a bit slow to react, but he followed her example, reluctantly putting his cock away. Arabella stepped outside and yelled back: “We are here!”

“What is it?” Chio asked.

“Porco. Sounds like something might have happened.”

“Shouldn't you untie me?”

“Let him see you like this,” Arabella grinned. Terry was taken aback, feeling quite jealous suddenly, but he held back from objecting.

Porco arrived in the turn of the road, jogged up to them and stopped right in front of the open door, leaning on his knees, then swiping the sweat off his forehead. “Sorry to interrupt you guys, but we have an... oh damn!” he just noticed Chio kneeling in her bondage inside.

The girl averted her gaze, blushing.

“What's up?” asked Arabella with a mischievous smile.

“Friska... she was kidnapped. The innkeeper said someone just snagged her, put her in a cage, and ran away.”

Chio was up on her feet at once, throwing off her complicated ropes like they were some flimsy clothes. “Where did that guy run to?” she asked as she rematerialized her white toga on her body.

“That's disillusioning,” the redhead looked at her with a bit of disappointment.

“Arabella, please! We need to get her back!”

“Come. We might be bale to find her,” said Porco.

 

The black, long-haired cat-man only stopped running once he reached the edge of town, where his buddies waited for him. He didn't feel like anyone was chasing after him, but just to be sure, he was zigzagging through alleys and smaller streets, jumped over a canal, even climbed over some fences. Pirate town or not, kidnapping is still kidnapping, and the little woman earned the liking of a couple of folks who listened to her. He had to be swift and cautious.

Once he got to his destination though, he was pretty much in the clear, at least he assumed so. His crew mates, twenty-five in total, were staying in the last few houses on the northern border of Murky Bay. A big enough band that others wouldn't just meddle with their business unless they had a good reason to. They were a team of cat-pirates called the Deadly Claws, and they were meant to stay here for a few more days, trying to hunt for some news, some tips of opportunities. And now, it seemed like something came up.

The black cat-man stopped in front of the largest of their three houses, from where he heard his friends' voices. He straightened his back, tidied up bis whiskers, gave a quick glance to the bird-cage he covered with his coat, and grabbed the door handle. He had a plan he thought to be brilliant: let the companions of this fairy find them, give her back to them in exchange of that diary, then use that diary to blackmail the Cesanitian kingdom. It was all the evidence for that failed settlement which they tried to cover up, after all. It was a fortune falling into his hands.

“We might wanna ditch tonight, boys!” he announced as he barged in.

“Wha?” several of his buddies looked up. They were sitting on rugs on the floor around an old wooden chest, playing cards.

“I've got some ransom material.” He raised up the covered bird-cage – he wanted to keep his tiny prisoner out of sight while he was rushing here.

“You brought us a freakin bird, Cassian? Who's its owner, Lazarus?” a grey, lanky cat-man asked, others laughed.

“Better.” The black one theatrically pulled off his cloak from the cage. To his shock, it was empty.

After a few moments of silence, they all started laughing, except for Cassian himself, who's confused expression slowly turned sour, and just a little bit embarrassed. He didn't get it, he most definitely jammed the fairy in there. He had the urge to run back to the inn and demand answers... but from whom? And if he ran there alone, some folks there might not be the most friendly to him, like those other jolly guys who listened to the fairy. He had to admit it: he failed. Somehow.

“Fuck!” he kicked the bird-cage into a corner and sat down with his mates.

“What did you think you had there, buddy?” the grey cat patted him on the back.

“Never fucking mind.”

Cassian's plan wasn't entirely a failure though. He got the “let the friends of the fairy find them” part right. They knocked on their door, looking for the Deadly Claws – it was a woman's voice.

The black-furred cat-man stood up irritably. “It's them,” he told his mates.

“Who, now?”

He waved dismissively and opened the door, facing a rather attractive redhead woman, with an eastern girl in white, and two dudes behind her. Cassian shook his head. “I fucked up, okay? I don't actually have your...”

Arabella grabbed his face with her bare palm.

“Huh?” the cat-man was confused for a moment, then rock-hard.

“Look at him, fuckers!” Arabella commanded, grabbing the cat's shoulders and turning him around to make him face his pals. “Look at your friend! He got so quiet so quick, you see?”

“What the fuck are you on about?” asked a fat patchy cat, getting up. Multiple others did too, grabbing their draggers or swords. “Who are you?”

“Ahhh,” the black one moaned, slithering around in Arabella's grasp in pleasure, and reaching into his pants with one hand.

“I'm a succubus, dickheads! So if you don't give back our friend, I'll fuck you all up in a moment!”

“Guys, don't be foolish, she means it!” the eastern girl added.

“Cassian, what the absolute fuck did you get yourself into?” the grey cat grimaced. “Are you for real?”

“Wait, no, they can't talk to us like that!” the bulky patchy cat-man snapped. “We are the fucking Deadly Claws! And I am the captain!”

“Can I turn, Chio?” Arabella glanced at the angel, who shook her head and lunged in front of her lover.

“Just listen to us! We...”

An arrow pierced into her shoulder. She recoiled, looked down, touching where she was injured, then watching her hand getting bloody. Arabella dragged her out of the way, they both hid outside by the wall, while Porco grabbed Terry's arm, guiding him to turn away and distance themselves from the situation. He knew what was gonna happen.

And it happened. As the fired up cat-pirates ran out to chase off the cocky intruders, they turned into mindless puppets in an instant, one after the other, with their captain being the first. Not all of them were that dumb though, about half of them realized in time that the redhead really was a sex-demon, so they stayed inside.

“Succubus! Fuck, it's a succubus!” they yelled. Some tried to climb out the window at the back, others hid in the backroom, or asked for their female members' aid. And that was the issue. The person who shot a bow at Chio was a cat-woman, and she wasn't the only one.

The red sex demon was strong in physique and armed with sharp black claws which were longer and more deadly than the ones of the Deadly Claws'. But she was unarmed, and she suddenly found herself facing several armed women. Succubi's nightmare. She rushed for the bow-wielding one walking out after them, and managed to grab her ranged weapon out of her hand, but then she had to retreat, as the cat-woman pulled out a dagger. Two more females followed her, both with swords.

“Shit!” Arabella cursed, trying not to panic.

Chio stumbled back to her feet, with the arrow still in her shoulder. She was strong, had her powerful levitating ability, and she could heal herself over time, but she was not invincible. She was kind of in shock, and she still had Gloria's warning in the back of her head too. She shouldn't reveal her angelic self to people if she can avoid it... but fuck that. Right now, she has to save her lover, she has to...

Someone hit her on the back of her head. It was one of three additional cat-women who ran out of a smaller house where they rested, the female cat-pirates' residence. The one who knocked out Chio was an unusually sturdy female holding a large club.

“What's going on?” Porco asked loudly, crouching behind a wooden fence between two buildings a little further away.

“Women! There are women with them!” The succubus replied as she dodged the swings of her attackers, dancing around, but slowly getting surrounded. “What did you do to Chio, you bitches?!”

“Fuck you!” came the answer.

“Arabella, turn back!” Porco yelled. “We will help!”

The cornered succubus quickly materialized her wings, and flew up to the roof of the bigger house, where the Deadly Claws played cards. Up there, she turned back.

“Help if you can, I turned back! Quick, Chio is injured!”

Terry and Porco exchanged a look, gulped almost simultaneously, then stood up. Porco had a dagger of his own, while Terry grabbed an old broom that was laying around. They were afraid of course, but fuelled by adrenaline, camaraderie, and a desire for heroism. At last, it was a chance for them to prove themselves as men. If they really can save these girls who were fucking them, who they got together with mostly out of sheer luck, that would be pretty cool, they both though.

They charged forward with great determination. The cat-women turned towards them, pointing their weapons at them, although one of them somehow stumbled over a male succubus-sick crew mate of theirs, who was humping the ground. Terry and Porco slowed down. The redhead dropped from above, landing on the head of the sturdy one with the club, knocking her out and picking up the bludgeon swiftly. Two sword-wielders attacked her, while the remaining three engaged Terry and Porco. A quick, chaotic clash ensued, one that wasn't very favorable for the “fellowship of weirdoes”.

At the same time, some others arrived from the inner-town, including the halfling named Mouse, his chubby human friend... and the still rather drunk Friska. Fortunately for the male onlookers, they arrived after the succubus turned back to her human form.

“Hey, what's going on here?” the chubby man yelled, although the way he stood there with his smiley expression showed that he doesn't really mind spectating a proper bloody brawl. The fairy was sitting on his shoulder, looking quite disoriented.

Porco dropped his dagger and retreated, running towards the newcomers. Arabella bludgeoned the swords out of both of her sparring partners, and was now in a fist-fight with them, and Terry was on the ground with her back against a building's wall. He had a nasty cut on his right thigh, bleeding a lot, raising his hands up in surrender with fear in his eyes.

“Hold on!” Friska stumbled to her feet and took wings. She couldn't fly straight. “Stop!” she hollered, then landed on that fence which Porco and Terry hid behind moments ago, almost falling off it.

Arabella got a punch to her face, but she somehow stood still and kept sparring. One of the cat-women who defeated Terry raised her sword, about to strike down. But Chio was once again standing. In the end, she was only out for a minute or so – her love for her friends was so strong, it woke her up again. As a half-divine being, she could do that. And so the cat-woman's sword stayed hovering in the air as she stroke down, then she even found herself hanging upside down. Same for the other four who were still standing: like a group of dolls held by their ankles by some invisible giant-girl who just gathered up her toys, they were tossed on top of the largest house. Up there, they glanced at each other, baffled and with their fighting spirit gone. Arabella fell to her knees and sighed deeply. Terry whimpered, holding his bleeding thigh. Chio quickly glanced at the succubus, making sure she is fine, then ran to the boy and hugged him with one hand – her right arm, the one which was shot at the shoulder, was limp and bleeding.

“My poor boy... it's okay, you are safe now. I'll always keep you safe,” she said with a rasp, but reassuring voice, turning on her healing powers. And Terry couldn't help but cry.

“Hick!” Friska watched them with her head tilted to the side.

The other spectators talked amongst themselves, being quite excited about all this chaos, confused about what kind of being Chio was, and still hesitating to get close to the aftermath of the clash. The black cat-man, Cassian, stumbled out of the house – luckily for him, he didn't actually get to see the sex-demon in her true form, as his sober friends pushed him aside when they rushed out the building initially.

“There she is!” he said, pointing at Friska. “And you...” he pointed at Arabella too. “May I...”

“Oh, fuck off!” the resting redhead replied, now lying on her back and watching the sky.

Porco stepped next to Friska. He himself only got some minor injuries. “How come you weren't kidnapped, after all?” he asked.

The fairy slowly looked up at him, and gestured for him to get closer. “I have this ring. Enchanted. Short distance teleport... Hick! My final secret trick. I just went back to drink. Took me a bit to find the inn again.”

Porco laughed.