This is a strategy post as will take its cues from unaddressed results from previous polls. The next main post will use entries from “360 No Scope” for its voting.

Far away from the flying of bullets and yeeting of dogs(which was consensual don’t freak out), the leadership of our administrative corp is finally getting some progress. Shall we visit them?

That was rhetorical, we are going to visit them no matter what you want.

The two administrators, with all the fury of bosses that have blown past completely unrealistic deadlines, manage to make way to the laboratory reserved for exclusive use by one Mr. Elgor. The sounds of magic science consist mostly of the slight buzz of arcing lightning, with the occasional order from the masked man for the mushminions to carry out.

You wish to show the enemy that you are good at deception? Wouldn’t the point rather be that they have no idea you’ve misled them? Is this some next level strategy that I, a mere narrator, have not yet learned?

The doors to the laboratory open to allow a team of simple Minershrooms carry in a large chest filled to the brim with items of various makes, coated in a thick layer of dust. With each step, a small shower falls unto the ground, leaving behind a trail of detritus.

Elgor reached into the chest to retrieve a purple bar, shining with an inner light. Its light throbbed in time with the pulses of the Hearth of Sin.

Indeed, there was a report waiting. It appears that Wendy’s mission has made progress while the administrators were dealing with the research and construction divisions. Here let me narrate that, while I’m here. I think I get paid overtime if I go another layer deeper into the narration.

This deep underground, the air has grown stale. Unlike the Mushy settlements and large forests above ground, there are no winds to stir the air. The faint smell of mildew and water trail where above there would be floral scents and the sounds of wilderness. That alone was enough to leave Wendy in unfamiliar terrain, but up ahead, she’s found a threat.

In the darkness, barely discernible in the gloom, a bunny like figure is standing with some long weapon stands sentinel. Only the light swaying of the weapon and the occasional twitching of the ears seem to prove that this creature is even alive. 

The Mushie Diplomat, gifted with flag and message, journeys into the darkness. The figure in the shadows tilts its head at the  small minion, and bends down to read the message that Wendy wrote down for it. Some noise in the distance seems to suggest that the creature is amenable to the request for parley.

As the Mushies followed the bunnykin’s lead in disassembling the gateway, Wendy used her connection to the Hearth of Sin to let Ophi know what’s going on. The War Room, built to handle these dealings, converted the rambling voicemail into a neatly tabulated report for the overworked administrative corps to deal with.

The door to the War Room flew open, the loud thump of wood on the tower wall disrupting any conversation. Elgor stood in the entryway, a large metal collar in one hand and the other pressed deeply into the wood of the door.

The room they two mice entered was a simple backroom with a desk and chair. Already the main ledger was open, with an inkwell and pen ready to have the first transactions immortalized on very mortal parchment. For now, it lies bare and unused. Outside the simple wooden door, there is a cozy room with several wall lined booths with comfortable chairs and the occasional table. The centre of the room is dedicated to a large raised stage for dancing or orgies, as the need arises.

The second floor contains a few isolated bedrooms, with extra sound insulation for those who prefer special ambience for their nightly indulgences. Added are a few larger rooms designed with large beds for three or moresomes.

The town square is much emptier than the forces of sin’s last visit. It does appear that the old stockade is no more, destroyed over the course of it’s vigorous use. The white haired mousekin is resting in a nearby alleyway, left alone. Perhaps the mayor finally grew tired of losing man hours to a less than entirely productive orgy. It’s not like he can harvest actually magic powers from it after all.

I suppose most of you have a feeling where this is going. If, like me, you enjoy booze(or perhaps other herbs and spices where they are legal) you may not be thinking very quickly at the moment. For you, my dear kindred spirits, this is about to get a bit steamy.

The backroom releases a slight blast of violet light underneath the door crack. Seconds later, loud lumber footsteps vibrate the wooden flooring. Opening the door is a slight crouching Bigshroom, squeezing through the small doorway.

With a sudden pop, as if changing a settings option in some sort of menu, a large phallus erupted out of Biggus’ groin. Monna fell over herself as she scrambled to caress it. Her dainty hand barely covered the length of the dick, causing the cream flesh to flop onto her bountiful tits with a mesmeric jiggle.

Without waiting for any confirmation, Monna rubbed her hands across the dick. Each little tug on the flesh seems to captivate her entire being. As Senna and Nessa observed, her small tongue darted out to slowly lather the cock in spit. Biggus gives a low groan in appreciation as Monna slowly mixed in more kisses into her attention.

The collar closed with a small hiss. Monna shivered in place, her eyes wide. Every breath blossomed into pleasure as a small river streamed down from her soaking pussy. Nary a moment passed before she lunged at Biggus, each touch of the giant dick bringing her to a moaning mess.

So the two busty administrators leave the brothel through the backroom. In a few hours, the residents of Steamlake would find the brothel open with many female followers available for fun times, slowly funneling coin and lust for the use by Ophelia.

Welcome back from the holidays viewers, and be sure to vote not just with your sex, but also with a brain and heart.  Our voting options have been enclosed as the traditional polls, but now below the body of the post. This way you can vote all in one place! Now that’s convenient!

Farewell,

The Narrator