Posted at 12:09 am on Jan 4, 2017 by:
Red Spyder (Guardian of Wickedness)
Mmm... who needs beef when you've got lipstick?
"Do you think this skirt makes my butt look big?" Red asked as he leaned into a mirror to apply makeup. His legs wobbled as he tried getting used to standing in high heels.
"Right... I don't think it matters..." Charon answered, shaking her head in disbelief. The monster beef was annoying, but she didn't know how much more she'd be able to tolerate Red's abrupt change in personality.
When he turned back around a moment later, she gasped at his new look.
"Well, what do you think?" He adjusted his top and smiled creepily at her.
"Right. I think you've lost your damn mind." She was grateful he at least didn't ask her to help him with trying on his new choice of clothes or with applying makeup.
"Anyway, I think we should attack CW Headquarters directly. Hra'gad won't expect that!" He looked back at the mirror to examine his butt for himself.
"Right! That sounds... exactly like the idea I just pitched to you." Sighing, she shook her head again.
"You agree then! Let's go save the world!" He led the way out of the locker room, swaying his butt from side to side with each step.
The child merely nodded, lowering his finger.
"Oh great, see what you've done?" Deadblood asked, not setting down his bow, not yet trusting the boy, no matter how good he made Angel feel. "Now he's going to beg us for stuff! We have nothing for you! NOTHING. Do you understand what that means? Go beg somewhere else!"
"Stop, Deadblood," Angel said, stepping closer to the child, kneeling down in front of him. "You're going to scare him away."
"Shit, be careful!" He started to raise the bow again "Scaring him away would be for the best, believe me!"
She ignored DB however, even as the child reached out for the locket, his dirty fingers brushing against the glowing surface. Looking each other in the eyes, she asked, "Who are you?"
He continued staring at her and she thought he wasn't going to answer when he quietly said, "Cadmus."
The monster beef spurted more cum in response, unable to speak itself.
"Right! I know this place like the back of my foreskin," F'ein's dick said, its sticky pee hole wiggling with each syllable.
The monster beef bounced into the air in joy, slinging cum all over the ceiling in the process. F'ein's dick began to inch along the floor and the beef followed, more cum bubbling from its tip with each movement, leaving behind a cum trail.
Before the two severed penises got far, they heard the heavy door leading out of the dungeon open and close, followed by footsteps. Someone was there to check up on the prisoners.
"Right. This way," F'ein's dick whispered, hurrying to get out of sight before whoever had entered saw them.
