Bleu is here
Welcome back, dear reader. I’ve so missed our little adventures together. Last we spoke, we had just gone over our dear mushie heroes and their battle in their natural environment; dark caves. Yet at the same time as that battle, another took place above ground, between our heroine and the local tyrant.
Ah, I see the recognition across your face. Yes, I am talking about our dear Ophi and her rather justified vendetta against Bleu. Just as Ophelia had broken through the front gates of Gouda, the sneak mouse had charged right into battle. With Mordred and a literal phalanx of mushies at her back, I honestly have high hopes for Ophelia.
Still, I believe it is time to connect our viewfinder up and-
Hate you Bleu! All the things you did! And I hate your silly name too!
Did.. did Bleu just dodge a bullet? No character in this level range should have that high agility. And two parries at once? What the hell is her level?
Stop moving! You are just delaying your defeat!
You can barely use a club, yet you insist on using everything under the sun.
Did you really think that you could fight Lucia? Like this?
Such blind loyalty for a tyrant.
Justice for the Crabee Queen Baby!
Lust shrank and concentrated as blade begot staff and the prowess of lust spellcraft flooded Ophi’s bosom. Mordred left out attack and attack, each blow dealing no damage in the face of constant parries and dodges. The might of the dire snake burst forward in a bolt of paralysis.
Okay, this is getting stupid… Is Bleu cheating? Even with 80% dodge, the hard cap, we should be able to land something.
Booyah! I’ll give it a shot!
Try and dodge this!
Pin her down!
I can’t even hit her! How can I pin her?
Right! I forgot I had my own minions~
Skellies, grab her!
On the precipice of release, Ophi held the edge of her bursting power until Bleu was ready to receive her load. Mordred lashed out with a hearty shove, pushing Bleu back into her waiting skellies. Bony arms snap around bleu in a vice-tight hold.
Over the battlefield, lust holds in the air. A bright pink cloud of pure, unfiltered lust and sex clouding vision and sensibilities. Silence holds for a moment before the mushies continue to fight the mouse minions.
Fuck Yeah! That was awesome!
Do it again!
I’m not wasting a bunch of lust to satisfy your pyromania.
Ahhh, what if I say please?
… Maybe when we aren’t in battle.
This doesn’t feel right…
Is this a multi-phase boss?
Ah, Larhamal, please. The fourth wall is getting expensive to repair. A flash of light, the sudden crunch of snow nearly inaudible.
Then like an avenging angel, Bleu blasts forward with a flash of light. Armor of once golden purity dragged down to the lurid sensuality of black. Twice her keys strike out, dealing heavy damage and stun to both bun and wolf alike.
You should have done it agaaaaain!
A reflex save! What the hell is going on?
None of our heroes have a reflex save, or any saves for that matter.
Let me check the level-up rewards, maybe it’s a high-level rogue ability that Bleu got from being a boss fight. Yeah, no, not even rogue unlocks a reflex save against damage. Whilst I was busy looking up the documentation, Mordred and Ophi had crumpled against the ground
(Come on Bleu, ignore the minions, they are simply mushrooms.)
(Waste more of your time, let our minions enter your city…)
(That’s right, come closer and taunt me some more. Just a few more inches, and I’ll have you.)
All this, just because you had to be an arbitrary bitch and burn my home down!
Was it worth almost losing Gouda?
Your tavern? That’s what this is all about?
I didn’t care about your tavern, I just needed the land.
It was right above our tunnels and your storage basement would connect with our network with no hard work.
You could have just bought my tavern, or asked to do some plumbing work underneath it.
But no, you have to be as heartless as possible!
Oh? You would have just sold your only home and job if I just gave you some coin?
Hell no, not to you!
Yet if I offered to buy your tavern and you do not accept it, only to have to burn it down later, that would have been suspicious enough that you may have gotten Lucia’s attention with your whining.
Do you even know what your failed little rebellion has ruined?
With the relics of the old empires, I could have struck back against Lucia.
Highcanyon and Ragnaria would have joined us!
I had allies, resources, and anonymity! We could have actually won!
But now her eye is trained straight on us. Whatever leverage we could have gotten in secret, went up in smoke.
That mushie you sent into Gouda got that pretentious nun so very interested in what should have been an unremarkable trip.
Oh yes, just allies and powerful relics you scarcely understand.
That would have made your rebellion much the same as mine!
Yet I failed with an army many times your strength against a Lucia many times weaker!
You just want to be the hero that takes down the Tyrant.
Shut up, Armour should be worn, not heard!
All I can do now is throw you at Lucia’s feet, and beg mercy.
At least I will have you as a gift when I beg for forgiveness
You are just mean! You stole the Crabee Queen’s egg and burned down Ophi’s house.
Your stupid sniper shot me in the boob!
Words cannot express how disappointing I find your necromancer.
I’m a death knight!
Just be quiet, I really don’t care to deal with you.
Wait, that armor! That’s Atyu’s chains, why the hell are you wearing it?
What, the armor is special? Let me open her character sheet…
Okay, I get that artifacts have long been her gimmick, but what the fuck? Shouldn’t there be a limit to how many bonuses you can get from armor?
Atyu was a legend, he had abilities beyond even the elites of Larhamal’s original army.
Oh shit, did our working seal his abilities in the chains we imprisoned him in?
Sure, cool, armor made from the soul of a child or whatever. But like seventy-five percent resistance to magic; above a thousand hp shield from magic damage; a reflex saving throw, which ought not to exist; like a hundred agility; and a passive detection radius? That’s insanely overpowered.
And it could be worse, if she had any talent with lust magicks, she could have enhanced it further.
Shut up! I don’t care if I don’t have some renowned talent!
I will bring us out from this frozen hell! Move Gouda closer to the star and actually start growing our own food!
I’m more than enough to beat you after all.
No more of this frozen wasteland, we will finally be free!
Each shout came out louder and stronger. Taking with it more breath, taking more attention. Bleu’s eyes began glossing over, as she lost her focus on the environment around her. This was an opportunity to act, to catch her off guard.
Are you sure? You may resist lust, but you are not immune.
Now, darling, are you ready for more than you can handle?
Wha -ahh- t are you, hmmm, doing?
Oh my~ quite sensitive aren’t you?
Bleu’s boob burned from Ophi’s warm hand. Each gentle squeeze sent sparks of pleasure up her spine. What little strength she could have forced into her arms leached away. Another tingling wave of heat burst across her back as Ophi’s own tits gently pressed against Bleu’s back. The muscles relaxed against that delicious heat, forcing a moan out of her throat.
We’ve barely started, and you are soaking wet. Did you just need to be pinned down?
F-f-fuck you, uhh.
The overbearingly warm tendril of lust coiled around Bleu’s hips. Her mind nearly whited out as each coiled tight around her hips or teased her vagina. The smallest ember of power Bleu tried to fan back to life was doused under wave and wave of pleasure. Her voice called out again, as she was speared into by the tentacles. Bleu felt her pussy burn in pleasure as the lust explored depths she had not felt before.
The bracing chill of the air fought back against the pleasure fighting to break her into a quivering mess. What little might he had remaining burst into life as a rage. She would not submit. She was better than this, no matter how good it made her feel. Deep within Bleu’s mind, she repressed this joy of submission back into that unfulfilled corner of her life.
Where are you going!?
Bleu blurred between Mordred and the legions of mushies, ashamed and horny. Her armor began to freeze, its limited power reaching the end of its store.
Ugh, she got away.
Jeez, without that legs upgrade, I can’t keep up with that speed.
Focus on our victory, it makes enemies escaping less painful.
Yeah! We got into Gouda, it’s only a matter of time until we catch up with her.
Sides, she won’t be that tough next time.
I don’t know, if we don’t catch up soon she may be able to heal by the next fight.
Then don’t let her stay ahead of us for long.
Victory has come for our second battle! Thank you a great deal for your help this time around. Yet I’m afraid we have to ask for more aid. Ceres, Hana, and Sapphire will be fighting against the massive crusader. Please send any insight you may have for that battle! they will need it…
And again, we have our Mushminion tier voted extra pic!
With a victory of 44%
“POV of a character getting a titjob from Senna and Nessa”
won the poll
thank you again for checking our story, and don’t forget to send actions for Ceres, sapphire, and Hana!