User blog:Flamebiplane/Evening Run

Another evening in the demon realm city of Wavedraw. Much of the residents had already closed up shop in their homes, either peacefully asleep, making love to their significant other, or had made the unfortunate mistake of remaining in the taverns and bars well past the hours when the single mamono would begin husband hunting. The purple sky and the slender clouds highlighted the romantic feel. The street lights were just now coming to life once more, and every once in a while, several city patrols would stroll through the streets, ignoring their recommended sleep clock.

Despite the rather relaxing time, one house contained a man who was constantly peering out of his window at the seemingly deserted street in view. Thankfully, a law was in place to prevent mamono from breaking into the houses of single men (as unbelievable as that was), but he had to go out, he didn't have a choice. His shelves were stocked with food, his bed held adequate blankets for a comfortable night of rest, his house was in peak condition, but he had to leave his safehouse for an entirely different reason, taxes were due before nightfall.

Despite the city being a demon realm, it still needed to be funded. Imports and exports, the military, manufacturing, and other departments all required money to function. Sure, it was making more than the man would ever probably see in his lifetime, but he needed to pay his fair share, otherwise a tax collector would appear at his front doorstep and ask for them. If he couldn't pay, then it was a trip to the jailhouse...a jailhouse run by mamono who would likely attempt to acquire themselves a husband, and he knew good and well that someone was going to claim him the second he stepped in.

He had no time to waste, for he had to make haste. He usually had his taxes in during the daytime, but that was mainly because his priorities were straight. This night however, was different, for there were other issues that had occupied his time, and he knew that the only person he had to blame was himself for taking so long.

One peek outside, and he could just make out the bare sight of a Manticore watching him while crouched behind some bushes not too far away. They were already forming up. He slipped on a pair of Nope Speed Shoes, shipped to him by the company of Nope Industries. He peered outside again, and said to himself, "Alright Harold, you got this, just a trip to the tax office and back."

He stepped up to his front door and reached into his shirt, lifting out a green crystal attached to the necklace around his neck, the one item that would protect him from the demon realm's effects, but not it's horny inhabitants. Butterflies filled his heart as he removed the three chain locks that would make his door difficult to breach. A deep breath was drawn in and cast out as he unlocked the door itself and placed a hand on the handle. Once he stepped out, there was no going back.

Time slowed as Harold turned the handle, his heart beating like a drum. The more it opened, the more danger he exposed himself to. He had the door fully open when a voice from above called out, "Harold Mittens, forget to pay your taxes again, oooohhh...naughty naughty!"

Harold looked up and gulped when he saw the Ushi-Oni Fey staring at him with a face full of deep craving. He turned just in time to sidestep a Manticore needle that darted into his house and broke against the wall. "That single streak of yours has to end sometime Harold!" Fey called out. Harold shut the door just as Fey hopped from the rooftop and onto the street level, claws reaching for him.

He rushed forward, and Fey landed behind him. She produced a rope made of web and cast Harold an eager stare. "Even with those high-speed shoes of yours, I doubt you'll make it in time to pay them off, not to mention that there will be other mamono out there that won't hesitate to jump single men like yourself, so you may as well accept your fate right here and right now!" she cooed as she swung her rope like a lasso and aimed it at Harold.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harold sighted the Manticore firing another barb at him. On impulse, the man ducked, and the lust-inducing projectile zipped over, right into Fey's right hip. Her eyes widened in shock just before her face became lewd and she crumpled over, her body washed over with intense pleasure. Harold took the chance to run before his chimeran adversary could take another shot at him.

He dashed through the streets, lamp posts becoming brief blurs of light. The speed felt like a transition to another dimension, but broke back into reality when Harold saw two Ogres blocking the road ahead. Rather than slow to a stop, Harold gritted his teeth and slid along the path, slowing down but at just a high enough speed to cut left down another street. A Large Mouse camped out on a rooftop threw over a net in an attempt to catch the speeding man, but she was far too late, as her target was already up and running again.

Harold sped through several more streets, evading barbs, darts, and grabs. He knew that if he could keep pace, he could reach the tax office in no time. However, there was an intersection up ahead that contained a scene that caught Harold's attention. He slowed to a walk as he entered the intersection, looking around at all of the felled men clutching their behinds and some groaning in agony. Some of them were even missing their underwear.

As Harold watched the men writhe in pain and humiliation under the streetlights, he could only think of one thing. One thing that placed him in a case of extreme paranoia and fear. It was a sign...that she was out. A being, who took great pleasure in ripping away the undergarments of any male who was either foolish or unlucky enough to be out during the night.

A passing bolt of ice tore Harold from his thoughts, splashing into a wall and leaving an icy imprint. He turned and saw a Wight leaning by a wagon armed with a silver wand that had a light blue orb at one end. She smiles and said sweetly, "Oh dear, looks like my aim was off."

She aimed the wand at Harold and fired another ice bolt, which Harold ducked under, the air briefly cooling around him with each one. The Wight fired several more ice bolts, which Harold aptly dodged. Finally, he asked the Wight, "Why are you going after me, when there's several free pickings on the ground in front of you?"

The Wight clutched her wand like a strict teacher would her ruler and giggled. "Because most of these men are married, and I prefer a challenge to an easy catch," she responded. "Sorry, but I'm not looking to compete!" Harold claimed as he prepared to run again when a very distinct buzzing sound stole his attention.

He looked toward the sky, and spotted a Beelzebub diving toward him at a high speed. Harold dove to the side, and the fly swung upward from a dangerously tight distance to the ground. She proceeded to land in the street, eyeing Harold with a sort of intense hunger. "You're a brave one for coming out here tonight, I can smell the virginity on you," the Beelzebub complimented, a sultry grin on her face.

"This one's mine little bug!" the Wight spoke with a bit of attitude, aiming her frost wand at the insect rather than Harold. The Beelzebub snarled at the Wight and barked, "You better watch who you're calling a bug you pale-skinned lady!"

Like a flash, the Wight's amusement disappeared from her face. She fired a pair of ice bolts at the Beelzebub, who did a few air tricks to avoid them. "There are some single men in this downed crowd of males," said the Wight. "But this one's scent's the strongest!" the Beelzebub shouted.

Harold was making several quiet steps toward the street, preparing to make his getaway.

The Wight snorted and fired another ice bolt. The Beelzebub made another attempt at an evasion, however, the frosty projectile grazed one of her wings, freezing it in a chunk of solid ice. The fly girl hit the street with a thud, standing up and staring at her assailant with a seething rage. She charged at her, and the Wight responded by firing another ice bolt, this one scoring a direct hit on her torso. Her entire body except for her head was encased in ice, and the Wight produced a small smile of satisfaction at her handiwork.

As the Beelzebub was yelling all kinds of colorful curses at the Wight, Harold broke back into a high-speed run. He had made it a short distance when his feet slid on a slippery substance, causing him to stumble through the street at an uncontrollable rate. He struggled to maintain his footing, as even being down on one knee could mean that a mamono could easily pick him off.

His feet scrambled all over with his momentum still too high to stop safely. His body bobbed up and down at a nauseous rate with his vision a blurry spiral. Several mamono jumped at him, but thankfully they were all misses. His wild trip came to an abrupt end when he crashed into a wall, not a wall of stone or wood, but a wall of flesh and fur.

Harold's victim was slightly jolted forward as he fell flat on his back. Harold held out a hand and said, "Oh crap, I'm so so sorry, I didn't see you there...ulp!"

A lump slid down his throat when he saw who he had bumped into. "Ugh, watch where your going chump!" she growled as she turned, her charcoal black skin and fur contrasted by her red sclera and the fires emanating from her eyes, a Hellhound. She went silent for a moment, then a toothy grin formed, followed by a pair of craving eyes. "Well well buddy, you out for a midnight jog?" she cooed.

She noticed Harold's footwear and asked, "Oh, you got those special shoes?"

Harold could feel his heart pounding. Of all the mamono he could have ran into, it had to be a Hellhound. "Are...are you married?" was all he could utter out of his terrified mouth. The Hellhound leaned in toward the trembling man and mutters softly, "Bout to be."

"Oh, why congratulations, whose the lucky man?" Harold inquired with a nervous grin. The Hellhound peered straight into Harold's eyes and replied, "The bastard who ran into me."

Harold's heart jumped as he scampered to his feet. "Sorry ma'am, but I prefer to stay single!" he shot out. The Hellhound produced a golden necklace with a small orange gem hanging off of it and placed it around her neck and said, "I can change your mind on that."

"What's that?" Harold asked, pointing to the necklace. "A piece of jewelry that will allow me to keep up with you, didn't think a girl like me would have prepared for such an occasion did you?" the Hellhound inquired with her grin growing increasingly sadistic.

Harold gulped and sped by her. "Sorry, but I gotta pay something off!" he called to her. He glanced behind him, and shock took over his face when the Hellhound was indeed maintaining pace with him. "I still gotta punish you for bumping into me like that!" she called out to him.

They both ran through the streets, dodging various obstacles and slowing down just enough to manage any sharp turns. "Do we really have to do this!?" Harold called to his pursuer. "I'm gonna screw you harder than a Dormouse when I catch you!" the Hellhound responded.

More time was spent trying to outrun the beast when Harold finally spotted the promised land. Just ahead, was the tax office. "All right!" he cheered in his head as he quickened his pace.

The tax office was getting closer and closer, as was Harold and his pursuer. Harold pushed himself, harder and harder toward his destination. The Hellhound did the same, the thought of dominating a new male partner clouding her mind. The tension was rising. It felt like an audience was cheering as the racers were nearing the finish when...a Grizzly stepped out from behind a building holding a large shield outward in the street.

"Crap!" Harold yelled as his body shifted into a high-speed ball and rolled under the obstacle. The Hellhound wasn't so lucky. She attempted to evade the shield as well, but her timing wasn't exactly spot on, and she smacked headfirst right into the shield, knocking both it out of the Grizzly's hands and her out cold. Harold quickly got back to his feet as he slowed into the tax office, stopping just in front of the counter. Behind the counter sat a Danuki who appeared to be occupied with a magazine that detailed popular vacation spots.

Harold took several deep breaths as he leaned against the counter. In his exhausted state, he managed to find his voice. "E...excuse me ma'am uh...I'm here to pay my taxes," he gasped through breaths. The Danuki perked up from her reading with a grin and beamed, "Are you, we were just about to close!"

Harold reached into his pocket and produced a small sack containing some gold, the material needed that would free him from a trip to the jailhouse. The Danuki eyed the sack and asked, "Could I see it please, I need to know that I'm not being given a March Hare tale."

Harold nodded and opened the sack, letting its contents spill out onto the counter. The Danuki counted each golden piece and once she gave a satisfied hum, she moved her arm along the counter, pushing the gold off and into the basket. Then she smiles at Harold and says, "Well sir, looks like you're in the clear, and not a moment too soon!"

A great sigh of relief escaped Harold's mouth. "Thank the Demon Lord," he breathed as he clutched his chest like he was about to pass out. "Not bad," came a voice that sounded like it had something in it's mouth. Harold turned to the doorway and saw a young woman eating from a bag of peanuts with frizzy red hair, a white t-shirt that only covered her top and left her midriff exposed, gray yoga pants, and a pair of black low-heel boots.

Harold smiled and muttered, "Thanks."

The woman pointed outside and said, "Now you gotta make the return trip."

Glass shattered as Harold's eyes widened at the realization. He buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly. The Danuki looked to the woman and asked, "Are you here to pay your taxes ma'am, cause if you are, then you're just in time."

The woman waved a dismissive hand and replied, "My mother already took care of that, I just felt like stopping by to see how you were doing."

"Oh, well uhh...everything's fine here, just getting ready to close up shop and head home," the Danuki replied.

"Good," the woman said as she turned back to the still-reveling Harold and asked, "So buddy, you gonna get going?  Watched your entire trip here, and those mamono don't look too happy about you having escaped their grasp."

Harold didn't respond, instead he just raced out of the office and back through the streets. All that was going through his mind was his home as he passed an unconcious Grizzly who was slouched against a wall with her shield by her side. "There you are you little rat!" boomed the voice of a familiar foe. Harold didn't even have to look to know that she was back on his heels.

"You're gonna become my mate honey!" the Hellhound shouted after him. Harold didn't respond, for he only focused on getting back to his house of safety. They both raced through the streets with renewed determination, one to reach the safe zone, the other to make sure he doesn't.

The chase eventually reached the intersection, and sure enough, every man that was laying there previously now had a mamono who was thoroughly violating him. Harold took no time to stop and observe. He just rushed straight through, passing several chunks of broken ice and a dizzy Wight that was lying in a destroyed crate. An icy explosion popped up by his side, followed by a loud buzzing.

"I'll get you!" screamed the Beelzebub from earlier. Harold looked up and saw the fly girl zipping after him wielding the frost wand. "Buzz off buzzer, he's mine!" the Hellhound shouted, a tad annoyed at having a competitor. "Couldn't you two find some other guys?" Harold called to them. "No!" the two pursuing mamono screamed in tandem.

As they ran through the street, Harold shouted to his pursuers, "You two would make a perfect couple!"

"Don't stick me with the furry trash hound!" the Beelzebub screamed as she fired another ice bolt at Harold. "You and I would be perfect alone!" yelled the Hellhound. The ice bolt exploded into a nearby building. Harold cut left, and the two mamono did the same.

"You're not stealing him from me you mutt!" the Beelzebub shouted as she launched another ice bolt, this time at the Hellhound. The projectile missed by inches, instead striking the ground and giving the street a patch of slippery surface. "I won't let him fall into the hands of an insect!" declared the Hellhound who leapt at Harold. Harold saw the pounce and quickly ducked to the side. The Hellhound was unfazed, but was now at a closer distance with her target.

The Beelzebub continued to fire ice bolts at both Harold and the Hellhound. "Did a drunken Satyros teach you how to shoot a wand!?" the Hellhound remarked with a boisterous laugh. "I'll take you to the pound hound!" the Beelzebub angrily screamed as she aimed her frost wand at the ash-colored beastman to fire off another shot. However, instead of an ice bolt, the tip of the wand instead glowed blue. "What!?" she screamed in disbelief.

The Hellhound laughed at the Beelzebub's misfortune. Up ahead, Harold felt his hope rise. His house was in view, and he was heading right for it. However, his heart sank when he saw who was clinging to the front guarding the door to safety, Fey the Ushi-Oni, and she was looking hungrier than ever.

Between the two mamono behind him and the mamono in front of him, Harold knew that he had a small window. "Nowhere to run Harold!" Fey taunted as she began to produce some webbing.

Harold couldn't think of a plan, so he just kept running and hoped for the best. "HAHAHA, your little magical wand run dry you little bug!?" the Hellhound laughed as she zeroed in on her fleeing prey. The Beelzebub's face turned bright red with fury as she threw away the frost wand. "You know what, screw you!" she screamed as she dove right into the Hellhound, tackling her and sending them both into a wild tumble and a wrestling match.

Harold saw the situation behind him, and within his mind sparked a hasty plan. He rushed ahead at Fey, who dropped to the ground with a net made of web in her hands. It was all moving at a high-speed, and there was only a split-second to make it count. He slightly slowed his pace as he neared his home, allowing the tumbleweed of mamono to gain some ground on him.

He drew nearer and nearer until...Fey threw the net, and Harold made a skid, hopping to the side. Fey could only watch with a face of pure surprise as the net caught the two fighting mamono who proceeded to crash into her, trapping all three in a jumbled mess against their target's house. Without wasting another second, Harold raced into his home and shut the door behind him, locking it and sliding all three chain locks back into place.

Harold's heart was still racing as he stepped back from the door. He did it...he made the trip and returned with his virginity in one piece. Unbelievable.

A tapping at the window caused Harold to jump. At that window was the Hellhound smiling. "You're very lucky honey!" she calls, giving him a wave and then disappearing from view.

Harold locked his hands together and released a heavy, but satisfactory sigh. Now, he could head upstairs and rest for toniAAAAUUUUUGHHHH!

He felt a powerful tug on his undergarments, lifting him slightly off the floor. The sharp pain blasted away at his crotch. The intense spike blissfully went away as Harold felt himself fall onto the floor face-first. He rolled onto his back with a strained groan, and staring down at him...was the peanut-eating woman from earlier.

He tried to sit up, but the pain stabbed into his rear end, forcing him to remain on his back. "Valerie..." came Harold's weak voice, "Wh...why this night?"

A tiny smirk appeared on Valerie's lips and she replied, "Those that think that they escaped the mamono always give the best reactions."

"But...Val, you know full well that you're not allowed to break into the houses of single men," Harold groaned as he attempted to sit up again, barely managing because the pain had eased up slightly. "You know I don't follow the rules," Valerie said without a care in the world. "Still, you're liable to get in trouble," warned Harold. "You want your underwear stretched to max again?" Valerie asked, her fingers hovering towards Harold's rear.

A gulp slid down Harold's throat. Valerie grinned revealing her fangs as she bent over and pulled Harold to his feet. He grunted from the pain still clinging to his crotch, but it wasn't as intense as before. "That's what I thought," she muttered as she rubbed her hand against Harold's shoulder. Harold did nothing, for he was rather relaxed by his impromptu massage.

"You know, you gave those mamono quite a chase through the city, I thought that Hellhound was going to catch you for sure," Valerie said as she used both of her hands on Harold's shoulders. "You...you were watching the whole thing?" Harold asked, turning his head slightly to peer at Valerie. "You know how fast my race is honey," Valerie said flatly. At this, Harold felt pincers press into his skin. "Uhhhhh....you're pressing kinda hard there," he advised.

The harsh grip quickly returned to a gentle rub. Harold felt Valerie's lips near his ear and whisper, "You know how easily I could have snatched you up out there, right?"

Harold quietly nodded, and Valerie continued, "And you also know how easily I can take you right here, right now, right?"

Again, Harold nodded.

Valerie smiled and ended her massage. "Good, now you get yourself to sleep, I want you refreshed in the morning," she said as she walked over to a staircase leading down. "B...bye," Harold uttered. Valerie gave a cheerful wave in his direction and said, "See you later, and please, try to get your taxes paid earlier next time."

The bottoms of her boots began to dissipate into a thick black mist. That mist shifted up the rest of her body, transforming it until it was just a gas altogether. The mist disappeared down the stairs. Harold walked over to the window, and in seconds he watched that mist drift across the violet night sky. He watched it for several more seconds until it couldn't be seen anymore.

Harold took a deep sigh and walked downstairs. His mind and body exhausted from the wild events he partook in. He didn't stop for the bathroom to clean up, he simply continued walking, straight toward a door at the end of the hall, his bedroom. He pressed open the door and shambles in, his large bed looking more inviting than ever.

His clothes were peeled off as he inched closer to his bed, til he was in nothing but underwear and socks. He pulled open the covers and slid himself in, his body immediately surrendering to the embrace of his homely comfort. A smile formed on his face as he slowly, but surely, drifted off to sleep, in the safety of his own home from the vicious debauchery of the outside.