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Scarcely putting in any effort at all, Luke struck the tree with his [Stone Axe], rewarded with a small bundle of [Wood] and a [Fiber]. The materials were visible for only the briefest moment, tumbling through the air towards him before being sucked up into his storage space with a sharp clattering noise. There wasn't a mark left behind where he had cut, and no matter how much power he put into using the [Stone Axe], be it the lightest tap or most titanic heave, the result of every swing yielded the same result. After twenty-two pieces of [Wood] and six [Fiber]s had been harvested from the tree, the previously undamaged plant collapsed into splinters and simply disappeared.

He checked his tablet, acknowledging the impact on his carry weight, and then issued a slow sigh. It had been a little over a month, and small oddities such as this had become almost mundane. [Stone] deposits reacted similarly, exploding into fragments at the last strike of a [Stone Pickaxe] that he only had a vague idea how to properly use – but any impact at all would result in a [Stone] popping into existence next to him. Sometimes he would get an [Iron Ore] or a [Paldium Fragment], too.

Even stranger than the warped laws of the environment were the inhabitants of this enigmatic land. One of which stood at his side projecting a dull crimson glow, dancing flames engulfing her paws and tail-tip. His tablet alerted him that his [Foxparks] was hungry, and after a few taps of the device, a [Lamball Kebab] materialised in his hand. She wolfed down the meat in three quick bites, and seemingly satisfied with the meal, nuzzled into his shins affectionately, weaving between his legs with a beaming smile. Contact with her fire didn't burn him at all, providing only a pleasant warmth and the memory of how severely he had flinched the first time that the vulpine creature had made such a gesture.

“Fire that doesn't burn unless you want it to. And this handy little harness that turns you into a flamethrower. You Pals really are something else." Luke rolled his shoulder, adjusting his [Stone Axe] and escaping her entanglement to stride to the next tree, “Don't tell the others, but I'm going to miss you most of all when I finally escape from these islands."

His optimism wasn't particularly well founded, as Luke didn't have much of an idea at all how he would manage to sail back through the [Mist] that enshrouded the region. His first thought had been to build a raft, but rope of braided [Fiber] loosened of its own accord, the [Wood] beneath his feet would crack spontaneously, and his [Cloth] sails tore for no discernible reason. It was the same for anything that he tried to make that wasn't specifically listed on his tablet; it would all just fall apart.

Well, that was a problem to be solved later. His priority for the moment was survival. And if he wanted to survive, then he could hardly get caught up on all of the weirdness. For now, Luke was content to just shrug and take it all in stride. He'd figure it out in the end, but he could only do that if he managed to stay alive, and that meant establishing himself a solid basecamp and recruiting a team of Pals to support him. He'd chosen a spot a little to the North of the [Plateau of Beginnings] monolith, placing his [Palbox] and claiming sovereignty over the lakeside, not far from a rather impressive little waterfall.

He'd an easily accessible water source here, a cliffside to build structures against without the risk of giving away his position by skylining, and only two obvious entry points to the area that didn't require swimming, climbing, or flying. As long as he was careful with his lights and didn't get too ambitious with his buildings, he could be rather covert – and Luke would quite like to be a little stealthy when he didn't know what to expect from the locals. Or if there were even any locals at all. He'd a good view as well. According to his tablet this region was called the [Windswept Hills], and the name was certainly fitting. Green and sparsely forested, there was a gentle descent to the Western shore and anyone or anything could be seen coming from a great distance. A perfect camping spot. Perhaps a little suspiciously perfect if he put thought into it, but Luke wasn't in a position where he could reject the site from an overabundance of caution.

Another tree collapsed into splinters, and Luke switched to his [Stone Pickaxe] to begin swinging away at a nearby ore deposit. He'd not yet encountered anything on his tablet which required [Iron Ore], but it wouldn't hurt to have a stock available in advance, even if it did hurt his carry weight. According to his tablet, he was [Level Six], the vast majority of his progress drawn from hunting, gathering, building, and crafting, for he'd been somewhat selective when it came to catching Pals to take on as partners.

Whenever he issued a command, his Pal would obey, but the creatures were quite expressive, and some were clearly more thrilled to be under his compulsion than others. It took quite a bit of effort to win them over – a combination of good meals, regular petting, and breaks more generous than Luke had ever enjoyed back in civilisation working a nine-to-five. If his staying alive was reliant on these Pals, then at the very least, he wanted to do his best to keep them happy. The ethics were a bit of a mess, but pragmatism had him write it all off as necessity for survival, and for that he'd do whatever it took. Since washing ashore and picking up a tablet so technologically advanced that it might as well be magic (and for all he knew, it could be), the harsh reality was that every Pal that he'd come across was either dinner, crafting materials, or a partner.

The sun was beginning to descend into the horizon, and one final [Stone] deposit was enough to bring Luke to the limit of his carry weight. He'd ventured out a little bit today to explore, gathering some materials as he went in order to make the excursion worthwhile. His [Stone Pickaxe] was replaced by an [Old Bow], just in case of an unforeseen encounter on the way back to camp – and he followed the soft red glow of [Foxparks] home. The journey was thankfully rather uneventful, and soon he stood before the two-story structure that he'd built against the cliffside to serve as his base.

The tablet was tremendously convenient. It would project the outline of a wall, floor, crafting station, or whatever else, subtracting the materials from his storage for building as it summoned the object into existence, and it had taken him only half a day to line up the structure against the stone cliff face optimally. The bottom floor was laid out appropriately as a Human dwelling, one doorway open to the front of the building, and an internal staircase leading up to the second floor with its own exterior access ramp. It was here that the Pals were kept.

He couldn't place a [Shoddy Bed] for himself outside by some rule of the tablet, and while it was possible set down a [Straw Pal Bed] in such conditions, it seemed cruel to leave them exposed to the elements while he could be comfortable indoors. So, Luke had put in the time to guarantee his Pals a roof over their heads, sprucing up the place with some light fixtures, furniture, and their [Feed Box]. All in all, he was rather proud of the result and thought it well worth the effort.

Darkness had fallen, and the absence of his Pals meant they were likely asleep, precisely as he should be – so, after extinguishing the [Mounted Torch], Luke parted ways with [Foxparks] with one final affectionate pet of the head, and went to bed.

The little vulpine Pal watched her Master over the threshold, aiming a sigh at his retreating back. The feeling of eyes upon her had her glance up to the second story to catch a few of her companions looking down from the window, and [Foxparks] quickly climbed the ramp to enter into their communal space. A quartet of Pals were here to greet her, but the [Fire Type] vixen was first to speak, scarcely into the building before venting, “He said it again. He's still trying to find a way to leave the [Palpagos Islands]." She kept her voice quiet, conscious of sound travelling in the night, even though the Human couldn't understand their speech, “I don't understand. Did we make some sort of mistake? I've been watching him really carefully, and I can't figure out what it is that we've done to offend him…"

This was the issue which had left the Pals baffled, and trying to find an answer as to why the Human would possibly want to leave them had led to [Foxparks] feeling so stressed that she imagined that her fur would soon start falling out. [Leezpunk] strode out of the gaggle, striking a pose before making his rebuttal a little too loudly, “Clearly, we're just not working hard enough! Today, I made over a hundred [Arrow]s for Master! I'm obviously doing my part, so it's one of you!" He span on the spot as part of his dance, and then dramatically pointed a claw to the group of Pals, “Someone is slacking! I bet it's [Cremis]! He's always just snoozing in that [Ranch]! Can't your [Wool] grow any faster!?"

The timid Pal issued a terrified squeak in the wake of the accusation, offering no reply but a cowering cringe with his paws placed over his face. [Leezpunk] twisted into a pirouette, striking a new pose, but before any further words could come, an [Eikthyrdeer] with a broken antler cut in, matronly in tone, “That's quite enough. We're all in this together. Master has never seemed displeased with our work. [Foxparks] would have noticed if he looked frustrated seeing us labour. She is the most attentive of us to him and I trust her eye."

That earned an appreciative smile from the vixen, and she took a deep breath before continuing, “We need to figure out what we're doing wrong so that we can f-fix it." A little of her anxiety slipped out, and she swallowed to quell it, choking on a little flame, “M-Master has taken good care of us. I like this life better than my old one, and I want to keep it." [Foxparks] rallied her determination, “I like Master. I like being fussed over and petted. I don't want him to leave. I won't let him leave."

There was an overwhelming urge to proclaim herself as Master's favourite, but she had enough tact to hold back. If their Master knew that they were having these conferences about him, he probably wouldn't have been so free with his words, after all. [Leezpunk] nodded to a rhythm only he could hear, “Now that I've tasted cooked food, I can't go back to raw meat and berries!" He'd once assaulted the camp in a [Raid] in pursuit of something to eat, and had been won over completely by just the simple [Campfire] meals, “We must do something! You are with him the most, [Foxparks]! Maybe you're the problem!"

“You're all wrong." The voice was definitively feminine, a large Pal striding to the front of the group and demanding attention, “There isn't a problem at all." [Lovander] spoke with absolute certainty, moving herself to the windowsill and taking a seat in it to the backdrop of the night, “If there was something wrong, then [Foxparks] would have noticed it by now. Don't doubt the intuition of a girl in-… never mind."

She shrugged playfully, and then continued, “So, the reason that he wants to leave isn't that complicated: The life that he had before washing up on that beach is better than the life he has with us." The pink Pal grinned, pleased that after a little consideration, her explanation seemed to have been accepted, “But don't you worry. I've got no intention of letting our Master get away. The solution is simple, too. Do you want to hear it?"

“You're always too sly. I don't trust you." [Eikthyrdeer] narrowed her eyes in a rare display of enmity. She'd never managed to get along with the lizard, her serious nature quite incompatible with their mischief, “Don't forget who defeated your [Raid] team."

[Lovander]'s hands went up, but she never stopped smiling, “I'm invested too, you know? I may be a new arrival, but there are things here that I absolutely can't give up on…" She purred, as provocative as ever, enjoying the slight eye-twitch that it won from the doe, “All we need to do is make his life here more attractive than the one he left behind." Behind her, the moon passed behind a cloud and darkness briefly fell, “That's how you fetter our Master. That's how you get your cooked meals and your warm beds and your… petting. It's all just a matter of… enticement."

“You fiend!" [Eikthyrdeer] snarled, “I know precisely what you have in mind!"

“Good. It would be a problem if you weren't smart enough to figure that out." [Lovander] spoke in a dry tone, playful, “It's obvious, really. Only a stick in the mud like you would turn away from it. Or did headbutting all of those trees break your brain along with your antler?"

[Leezpunk] dabbed into the fray, and a good thing too, for the cervine Pal looked especially outraged, “Hey, what have we got to lose?" He crossed his arms, leaning back to look down his reptilian muzzle at the group, “We let her proposition Master. If it works out, maybe he'll stay. If it doesn't, then maybe Master will get rid of her. It's kinda a win/win!"

“Thank you for your support." Her voice dripped sarcasm, “Are you sure you don't want to go first, [Leezpunk]? Since you're such a hard worker, I'm sure that you could seduce our Master if you were to put in a little effort." His pose slipped, and she grinned, “I didn't think so. Frankly, none of you are equipped for this. [Cremis] is too timid. [Foxparks] is too wholesome. [Eikthyrdeer] is a prude. And you, [Leezpunk] are… well, to be honest, you just look like a shit lay."

“H-hey!"

“You're all far too tame. Is this all that it took to make you bow?" [Lovander] sneered, “You're welcome to roll over and show off your bellies like good little Pals, but I'm not like you. I [Raid]ed this base for Human cock. And none of you losers are going to stand in my way. After I addict Master to my body, maybe if you beg, I'll let you have some of the leftover scraps of his affection. But I wouldn't hold your breath."

It was quite impossible for Pals aligned to the same party to injure each other, yet a great many futile attacks were now at the ready. But none fell. [Foxparks] walked between [Lovander] and the rest of the group, “I'm going with her." She took a slow breath, steeling her nerves, “She's right. She's a pervert. But, she's right. We need to do something drastic. We don't have time to win Master over our way. You saw that thing he was trying to build on the beach. What if he got that out over the water before it fell apart? Can Humans even swim? Or what if it didn't fall apart and Master left us?" Desperate enough to put tears in the corners of her eyes, “Whatever it takes! I'll do whatever it takes to keep Master!"

“Well, one of you has some guts, at least." [Lovander] tilted her head towards the door, “Come on. Let's have ourselves a little strategy meeting away from these losers…"

[Foxparks] was quick to make her exit, and the [Neutral Type] reptile followed her with a rather smug look, the pair leaving behind two apocalyptically angry Pals – and one which hadn't the courage to join the conversation after [Leezpunk]'s accusation that they were slacking. The nighttime was pitch-dark, but the little projection of crimson flame from the small vixen was sufficient to keep the gloom at bay, the two of them strolling to the edge of the lake. Here, the cascade of the waterfall was loud enough to keep them from being overheard. A few moments passed with naught between them but the sounds of nature, and [Foxparks] found herself awkwardly looking up at a much larger Pal.

[Lovander] was quite lost in thought, as she often was when she was cooking up some debauchery. This really had all worked out even better than she could have hoped. She'd been looking for an opportunity to seduce their Master for the whole week she'd been part of his camp, hoping to find some secret moment when she could pounce on the Human – but sufficient desperation amongst the Pals had allowed her to pursue him with the blessing of the whole team!

Now, what would the best approach be? She'd been working on him for a while, especially provocative in his presence. Of course, it was just a coincidence that he turned around just as she happened to be bent over to pick up some [Wood] off the ground. [Transporting] was her job, after all. Similarly, it was nothing but a happy accident that he'd walked in on her masturbating particularly vigorously during a break. She'd taken a roll on his [Shoddy Bed] to spread her pheromones, and ambushed him every night since her arrival as well. In scarcely a week, she'd built up quite the amount of small lewd encounters, and now was ready to be a little more… overt. Yes, even more overt than all that.

When she was a wild Pal, it didn't particularly matter if he was interested in her or not – she could have just taken what she wanted from him by force – aroused him with scent and proximity, and then rode his cock until she was satisfied. But tamed by a [Pal Sphere], she couldn't harm him, and she was compelled to obey his commands. Damn that [Eikthyrdeer]! If not for her driving off her brother and wounding her sufficiently for Master to catch her, then she wouldn't have to waste her time with all of this seduction! Though, she had to admit that pursuing the Human had been rather fun. And she imagined that after she successfully made him hers, holding their closer relationship over the heads of the other Pals would be quite enjoyable as well! Maybe this had turned out for the best after all?

The [Fire Type] fox gave a small huff, not liking that she had to tilt her head so sharply to catch the eyes of the three-meter tall [Lovander]. Frustration had mounted in the quiet, and after a few moments more, she laced her question with admonishment, “Why do you keep antagonising everyone? Don't you want to be part of the team? We should all be working together to win over Master…"

Jolted from her reverie, the pink lizard glanced down to [Foxparks]. Oh, yes. She'd been so caught up in the fantasy she was concocting that she'd almost forgotten that the little vixen had come along with her. A little sadism smouldered in her chest, and she was struck with the urge to torment the smaller Pal, her response quite pointed, “I don't really care if you all hate me. I don't even care if Master hates me. I'm just here to satisfy my debauchery. So, of course I'm going to be pushy about it." She licked her lips, and her voice took on an even sharper edge, imbued with desire, “Oh, I have such high hopes for this Human. I want to drown him in depravity. I want to watch you all fall to ruin."

The vixen's eyes widened, and again she choked on her flame, “W-What?"

Of course, she was surprised. It was certainly a step beyond what she had suggested during their conference of Pals, but [Lovander] was feeling bold tonight, and had decided that it was time to lay her desires bare. She revelled in every lustful word, “Did you imagine that this would stop with me? No. I'm only the beginning."

The large lizard was quick to elaborate, “That poser [Leezpunk]. He always wants everyone's eyes on him. So, I want Master to fuck him broken in front of all of us. I want to see his pride destroyed when Master makes him stain that stupid hoodie. Over and over. Until his useless little reptile cock is out of bitchgasms to give." She issued a satisfied exhalation into the night, her breath misting in the Spring chill, “[Eikthyrdeer] is always so haughty and aloof. I want to see the face she makes when pleasure corrupts her. I want to tear down her stoicism and see her turned into a desperate slut. Oh, I can't wait to watch her melt. I'll do anything to make that happen."

[Lovander] cackled, and [Foxparks] took a step back, a little panicked as the much larger Pal began to build up momentum in her depravity, “That pathetic little [Cremis] is far too timid. Trying so hard to be unobtrusive, hiding away in the [Ranch]. I bet he'll scream like a whore when Master turns him into a fucking sex-sleeve. The quiet ones are always the most fucked up. I wonder what ridiculous kink he's hiding? Or maybe I'm wrong and it's something boring. I want to know, though." She advanced to match [Foxparks]' stumbling retreat, hands on her waist, leaning down as if in a bow to get to the smaller Pal's eyeline, “And you…"

[Foxparks] gulped, finding herself frozen to the spot, overwhelmed by the sheer audacity of the desperately lustful Pal, “I want to find out what words you moan when you push Master's egg out of your second-rate little cunt. I want Master to fuck you under your tail and spread your spade with his fingers while you birth him some fresh fucktoys. I think that you'll fall further than any of us. I think you'll become his most devoted whore, fawning over him even more hopelessly than you are now."

“Y-you're twisted!" [Foxparks] exclaimed, finally finding her voice in a mouthful of ash, “You're evil!"

The large reptile stood up straight, and then shrugged, “I'm just being honest about what I want. The idea of all of you surrendering to Human cock along with me is my favourite fantasy." It really was as simple as that, though in the flickering crimson of [Foxparks] fire, the offhanded smile that accompanied the admission looked truly sinister, “If you really are ready to live up to those bold words of yours and do whatever it takes to keep Master, then I suggest you get on board and start coming up with a plan to seduce him yourself."

[Foxparks] withered, “You're crazy… there's no way that any one of us would do any of those things… You've been spending too much time huffing your own pheromones!" She took a breath and renewed her determination, “We're not all desperate perverts like you are. If we had even one more idea to try between us, we wouldn't even be indulging you at all!" Her fur bristled, “Just because we've agreed to let you try to seduce Master doesn't mean that we're going to go along with your way of thinking!"

She huffed, and then spoke more quietly, “Besides, if I ever mated with Master, it wouldn't be all debauched or perverted at all. I'm sure he'd be very gentle and kind, just like when he pets me…"

“Ugh." [Lovander] groaned, “Nothing turns me off more than wholesome crap like that." Her eyes glinted with malice, “Don't you want a brutal, womb-plundering fuck? Don't you want to force your rivals to eat Master's cum out of your ruined pussy? Wouldn't it be great for him to put his hands around your throat while he raw-fucks the wrong hole? What about-"

“You're disgusting." [Foxparks] harrumphed, having regained her bearings after that great deluge of perversion and now filled with absolute contempt for the pink lizard, “I can't believe that I let you scare me with all of those stupid fantasies. Really. Me b-birthing an egg for Master while he…" She swallowed, “Nonsense. Only a [Lovander] would come up with something so outrageous!"

[Lovander] made a mental note that [Foxparks] appeared to be slightly weak against perverted things after all. That would probably come in handy at some point in the future. A few little pushes, and she was quite sure that she could manipulate all of the Pals to dance along to her tune, however much the vixen thought such a future to be ludicrous. They all had their weaknesses, most of their vulnerabilities were as clear as day, and she was going to learn and exploit every one of them. Every Pal. And her Master as well.

The Master in question tossed and turned on his [Shoddy Bed], grumbling a litany of complaints into the darkness. The mattress had lumps, the wooden frame creaked with every movement, the blanket was scratchy, and he'd needed to roll up the pillow to make it substantial enough to rest his head on. Most awful of all was the fact that he wouldn't see a [Fine Bed] until [Level Thirty]. Luke issued a soft sigh, whistling the exhalation between his teeth, “I wonder if [Eikthyrdeer] wouldn't mind being my backrest?"

It was a pleasant thought. The large and thick-furred Pal might serve as a much more comfortable thing to recline into than this awful bed, and he spent a few moments reminiscing on how soft and warm her underside was from the last time he'd brushed her. She was probably the least problematic of his companions. The most troublesome was obviously [Lovander], and Luke was entirely unsurprised that the two of them did not seem to get along.

“[Lovander]… what am I going to do about you?" He'd placed a [Wooden Chest] at his bedside for his clothes and accessories, and from atop the lid he took up his tablet, swiping into the [Paldeck] and opening up her entry, “[Lovander], Pal on the prowl: Seeking a night of love, it is always chasing someone around. At first, it only showed interest in other Pals, but in recent years even Humans have become the target of its debauchery."

Well, it was certainly to the point. Luke had revisited this entry several times over the last few days, usually in the wake of witnessing some perversion or obvious attempt at enticement. It was hardly difficult to decipher her intentions when the [Paldeck] was so explicit. The question was, what was he supposed to do about it? A week had passed since her [Raid], and she'd hardly settled down at all. Nor had she shown any interest in [Cremis] or [Leezpunk]. Would she keep bouncing off the walls until he built a [Breeding Farm] for them? That was a lot of levels away, too…

“Well, there is one obvious solution." Luke closed his eyes and imagined how that might play out. It was enough to draw some redness to his cheeks and a heat to his temples, “Argh – what am I supposed to do!?" He flailed around pointlessly atop his [Shoddy Bed], “She's driving me crazy. Every time I turn around, her butt is in my face. When I caught her masturbating, she made eye contact and spread herself open for me. And her scent is all over this stupid fucking bed! I'm only a man! I can only take so much of this before I go crazy and do something I can't take back!"

His little outburst complete, he lay back down and huffed, now entirely awake. That was about the crux of it. If he was being perfectly honest, the idea of sex with [Lovander] was hardly unpalatable. He quite liked her. There was a strange allure to her shamelessness, how honest she was to her desires, and he found it rather admirable. Attractive, even. He'd already abandoned his ethics in the name of survival, but he remained fettered by one very important fact: Luke was certain that sleeping with [Lovander] would destroy the unity of his camp.

Luke was sharper than the Pals gave him credit for, and he'd worked out some of their foibles and relationships simply by making sure that he was carefully attentive to them. [Lovander] was clearly the outcast of the team, and the looks of exasperation and disgust worn by the other Pals every time she made a pass at him made the reason why abundantly clear. Surrendering to her advances would place him in the same debauched group, drawing to him the same ire, and fracturing the camp. He should be trying to bring them all together, that was his duty as their Master, and for the sake of that, he would have to keep his own desires in check.

“But even so…" He gave a slow sigh, “I feel like she's wearing me down. It's probably only a matter of time until I cave. It's obviously all calculated, too…" He was admittedly quite impressed, if a little pissed off, “I bet she thinks she has me right where she wants me…" Luke muttered, his voice heavy with defeat, “And she does, as well. But, I can't do it. The other Pals would revolt. I need to resist."

He sighed, frustrated. [Lovander] was nocturnal, and just like clockwork he expected her to attempt to creep into his bed again at some point after the other Pals had all fallen asleep. And then he would have to make a great show of chasing her off. If he didn't, then he could just imagine the cold glares that he would get from the team in the morning – especially [Eikthyrdeer].

“Well, [Eikthyrdeer] has her own selling points as well, if I'm being perfectly honest…" He shook his head, endeavouring to clear it of the lewd thoughts he was now having about all of the Pals on his team. The gap in species didn't really matter to him, and it surprised him a little how easily he was able to disregard that tremendous taboo. Luke was a pragmatic sort, and it's what made him the sort of survivalist capable of adapting to these strange circumstances. The Pals obviously passed the Harkness Test, and if it wasn't for the impact on his camp's harmony, he doubted that he would turn down a proposition from any of them.

Luke marshalled his self-discipline, squashing his libido in defiance of the potent pheromones that his blanket had been soaked in. If he couldn't sleep, then he should be using his thinking time inventing new ways to escape the island, not making a mental list of the order he'd most like to fuck his Pals in! Why did his thoughts keep drifting to the debauched every time he went to bed recently? Such perversions scarcely entered his mind for the rest of the day…

That was another mystery that eluded him. If he couldn't think clearly, then it would be a waste of time to apply himself to coming up with ideas for his next escape attempt, so Luke resolved to close his eyes and hope that sleep would come for him sooner rather than later. Morning would surely be here before he knew it – and his slumber was bound to be interrupted by the usual interloper. Exhaustion won out more quickly than expected, and he was snoring by the time [Lovander] and [Foxparks] entered his room.

“Well… someone is having a pleasant dream. I bet my pheromones have got him thinking about all sorts of perverted things…" [Lovander] chortled, indicating an obvious bulge against the thin blanket as they drew closer. Though, the slight blush and turning away of [Foxparks]' face was even more humorous to her, “Hah, you're such a virgin. Are you sure you've even got the stomach to watch this?"

“I have to make sure that you don't do… anything weird." The projection of light from [Foxparks] was sufficient to illuminate the room with a dim glow, the flicker of her natural flames dancing about her paws. She planted herself down, sitting attentively where she would have a clear view of [Lovander] making her move, “Do you have a plan?"

The pink lizard scoffed, “I don't need a plan for this part." Her grin was particularly impish, “I'm going to entice him. All that I have to do is offer myself up. And if he doesn't give in tonight, then he'll give in tomorrow." She cast her gaze over the sleeping Human in more focus. Dark haired and lightly tanned, tall and muscular, he was certainly a fine specimen of his species. The outline of the blanket promised quite the cock as well, and [Lovander] pulled down the covering carefully to get a better view of her prize. Yes, it was everything that she had hoped for.

[Foxparks] choked on her flame behind her, and that earned a furious look from the lizard. Luke was not a heavy sleeper, and the excessive creaking of the [Shoddy Bed] had never failed to wake him up the moment that she applied any weight to it. But tonight, for the first time, she had managed to strip away the blanket without disturbing him, and was able to observe his nudity uninterrupted, “Human cock really is the best…" She sighed wistfully, “A knot looks impressive, until you realise that you can only really be fucked with everything up to that point in the shaft, so you're getting screwed with a half-length dick right up until the end, fun though that part is. Ridges are too much, they're uncomfortable, and not in the good ways. Aquatic and avian cocks are too smooth, and that tapered tip does nothing for me. What is even the point of a cloaca?"

Quite the cock connoisseur, [Lovander] continued, “Oh, I've wanted to try a Human cock all my life. This one is quite large for the species. Wonderful. Look at that slight upwards curve, the crown, the hardness – my pheromones have him throbbing…" She voiced her thoughts for the benefit of [Foxparks], quite enjoying this initiation into debauchery for the little Pal, “And those fat orbs as well, no fur in the way for you to choke on – and not the letdown of them being internal either. Those are churning up a fat load to pump into my womb. No, my throat. No, my ass. Fuck, I want it everywhere. Human cock is the best!" She whispered the final exclamation, determined not to wake him up.

It took every ounce of [Lovander]s willpower not to simply pounce on top of the Human, slam her hips down, and accept whatever consequences came of it. But, more subtlety was required than that if she was going to bring him under her sway in full. Just setting her muzzle to his cock was amateurish, the desperate move of the uninitiated. Cliché. Boring. The large lizard fell to her knees beside the [Shoddy Bed], and woke Luke by taking his hand into her three-digited palm and shifting it to the side of her face.

The Human stirred as his other hand was also taken, and as his awareness of the world slowly dawned upon him, Luke found that he'd [Lovander] positioned between his legs, his thumbs curled over those long, pointed ears, his fingers crossed around the back of her head, and her broad muzzle alongside his achingly hard cock. Her hands held his own in place, a posture from which with upwards thrusts of his hips he could forcibly skullfuck the Pal, and as she exhaled into his crotch, his fingers instinctively dug into her soft pink flesh. There was no doubt precisely what she wanted of him.

Time seemed to stop. This was much further than she had gone on any other night. She'd placed his hand against her crotch before. Put his head between the large breasts concealed by the mane of fur at her chest. But never been this brazen. His mind raced, taking account of the desperation which had brought [Lovander] to this point, his own overwhelming arousal, his resolve to squash his libido for the good of the camp, and then, his eyes found the source of the light in the room.

[Foxparks]. Why was she here? She didn't seem to be making any move to stop [Lovander]. In fact, if Luke's jolted-awake mind were to make any sort of assessment of her at all, she seemed to be here in support of the act. Did that mean that the Pals were alright with this? Or was that just wishful thinking. He made eye-contact with her, shocked by her presence… and she nodded.

She was telling him to do it? His brow furrowed with confusion. [Lovander] had removed her hands from his, placing them on his thighs for greater leverage, nuzzling and huffing at his crotch, her head remaining within his grasp. Luke was in control. She didn't want to just suck his cock. She wanted him to fuck her muzzle. She wanted him to be forceful. That was the sign behind her gesture, and he wouldn't be a man if he couldn't infer that.

The pink lizard watched all of that dawn on him, rather pleased that he was as quick on the uptake as she had hoped, “That's right, Master. I know you want this…" She crooned, draping her tongue over the length of his cock, “Be a good Human and fuck a load of cum into my throat. I've seen you watching me. I know there's a beast in you. Do it. Make it loud. Make sure that everyone hears. I want them to be jealous…"

Luke blinked the sleep from his eyes, marshalling his consciousness and desperately reaching towards rational thought, one final moment of clarity at the precipice of debauchery. If [Foxparks] was here, giving him that meaningful look and nodding at him, then… what else was stopping him? Nothing. Nothing was stopping him. The addlement of his awakening had now fully dissipated, and now with full command of his faculties, it was clear that he was free to fulfil his desires. Desperately aroused, tempted for an entire week, and now with a ruinously horny [Lovander] nuzzling his aching maleness – he decided to claim everything that was offered him.

The Human shuffled back, the bedframe creaking as the three-meter lizard clambered onto the foot of the mattress, dragged by her head to remain with him, “Fine." He growled the word, “I've had enough of all this. You want cock so badly? Then I'm going to use you until I've had my fill. Don't think for a second you can complain after you wake me up like this!"

Frustration melded with arousal. [Lovander] had been tormenting him ever since he'd caught her, and he fully intended to pay her back now for every ounce of trouble that she'd caused him. The man made his resolve, a revelation dawning upon him. If he was going to tame this most problematic of Pals, then the best way was to play her own game against her, “I'm going to fuck you subservient!"

[Lovander] blinked. What the hell was this Human talking about? Did he really think that he was in charge? And how dare [Foxparks] giggle like that! She concocted a particularly scathing rebuttal, despite the inability of Humans to comprehend the speech of Pals, but had no opportunity to deliver it before gravity had angled the heft of Luke's cock towards her maw, and a forceful drag downwards of his hands sheathed it in her muzzle, “Mph!" Her hands squeezed at his thighs, and although she was stronger, her own lusts betrayed her, and she gave herself over to him.

His palms covered her eyes, his fingers pressing down her veil-like hood against the back of her head, and Luke fully capitalised on the agency that she had given him, far more so than [Lovander] had anticipated that he would. Precum slickened her tongue, and she drooled her satisfaction into his crotch as his scent and taste seeped into her senses. For a moment, control slipped away from her completely. Luke was supposed to fuck her muzzle because that's what she wanted. But just for a second, it felt like he was going to pump a load down her throat whether she liked it or not. And that errant fantasy made her cunt twitch between her legs, and compelled a throaty moan over his cock.

But [Lovander] would not be dominated so easily. Her instinctive technique was beyond even the most practiced whore, her whole species defined by sexuality. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his maleness, positioning the head of his cock against the roof of her mouth to ensure that each forced bob of her head provided the most sublime pleasure. The Human growled out his moan, reclining against the headrest and making the smallest upward thrusts of his hips to meet each downwards drag of his hands. The bed creaked atrociously to the muzzlefucking, but Luke was beyond caring. If [Foxparks] was on board, then it was safe to say that the rest of the Pals were as well. So, let them all hear!

Luke embraced the debauchery of forceful pleasure. The [Neutral Type] reptile was much larger than he was, and despite placing herself in his hands (quite literally), there was a smugness in her expression which said that everything was going to plan. It felt a challenge, defiance of his claim that he would fuck some servility into her, and it stoked his desire into a need to conquer [Lovander] completely. She wanted it rough? Fine. So be it. He growled out his command, “Swap with me." And bound by the compulsion of the [Pal Sphere], she did.

Lying on the [Shoddy Bed], even leaning up against the headrest, her legs still dangled over the end, three metres of horny lizard far too much to fit. He advanced over her, trapping her head between the wall and his cock, and resheathed his maleness into a willing muzzle. This was better. His hands gripped the sides of her face, and his hips thrust forth at a languid pace, commanding the intensity of the muzzlefucking. There was nowhere for her to leverage her strength, and she was denied the veto of physical superiority, pinned between the wall of the headrest and his muzzle-plundering cock, Luke placed her at his mercy.

Eyes uncovered, [Lovander] looked up at her Master, her smugness now undercut with the arousal of submission. She'd fantasised about the Human conquering her, but pride would not permit it without a fight. Heavy orbs slapped against the base of her muzzle, each thrusting strike rousing something primal inside of her, each drop of precum overpowering her senses. She was stronger than him, but his grasp felt overpowering. The savagery of being used, perhaps it was appealing to her as a [Lovander] because that was how her own species typically took mates, she'd never thought about it. But she knew that her cunt was gushing a stream of juices more copious than ever before, and her arousal had passed a threshold she'd never known when pinning down some helpless Pal to seize her pleasures in the past.

Luke just appreciated the vibration of her moans around his cock. He was drawing close to orgasm, sensing the familiar buildup of pleasure before climax and using that time to decide where his load was going. The bobbing of her throat and suckling of his precum spoke of a need for her to devour his essence. No, of course he denied her. With a snarl, he dragged his cock from her ravenous muzzle, keeping her pinned to the wall as his twitching maleness covered her face with thick ropes of vulgar seed, “Stay."

She'd lurched forwards, but his command denied her. [Lovander]'s chest heaved, her tongue swirling around her lips, desperately lapping at any musky Human cum that she could reach. Just as her pheromones had compelled such lusts of him, the masculinity of his essence invaded her mind as she inhaled his scent. Marked. Claimed in a way far more meaningful than a [Pal Sphere]. Her hips twitched upwards into the air, her breath caught, and she experienced a small climax of her own from the thought of it.

[Lovander] had underestimated this Human. But she was far from defeated. The idea that she could be fucked into servility was simply ludicrous! A good hard mating from a superior cock was one thing, but actually being conquered was nothing but a masturbatory fantasy. Pride steeled, her, “No Human is going to outfuck me!" But her breath caught as he moved back, his hand invading her pink mane of fur to seize one of her breasts. Despite [Lovander]s form being generally reptilian, her sexual characteristics were remarkably humanlike, and as Luke pushed back the fur, he found a quite mammalian looking chest, each breast peaked with dusky areola and erect nipples.

He took each in a hand and groped at her shamelessly. Large enough to match her frame, they were certainly erotic to handle, hefty handfuls into which with enough force he could have his fingertips vanish. Since she'd offered herself up to him so whorishly, she hardly had a right to complain of this rough handling, and Luke held nothing back, amusing himself with a domination of her chest which compelled surprisingly lustful groans from the [Lovander], “Oh, of course you're getting off over this." It was almost impressive, and emboldened him to roll each nipple between his finger and thumb, dragging them out to test the elasticity of sensitive flesh.

Luke had thought to use this as a refractory period, but the explosion of long-suppressed lust and the effect of her pheromones had resulted in his cock failing to soften even in the wake of such a satisfying orgasm. Still, he would indulge himself here until he was satisfied. He slipped further down her body, and leaned forwards to take one dusky peak into his mouth, suckling forcefully while he made sport of the other with his fingers.

Another whorish moan that the large lizard couldn't keep in. She had no biological requirement for breasts, save for as additional erogenous zones, more eroticism baked into her species from conception of the race. No Pal would ever think of tending to them, and aside from her own occasional ministrations, she'd never felt such forceful pleasure roused from them, “They're – sensitive!" That catch of breath which interrupted her speech felt like a defeat, and again, becoming conscious of that small submission was sufficient to draw out another desperately aroused whine.

Her flesh was pliant beneath his fingertips, the white of her chest more like the skin of a Human, while the pink of her sides reminded him of the smoothness of snakeskin. Luke was fascinated by the touch, but more enamoured with the reactions that he was receiving, capturing a nipple between his teeth and testing the resistance of her softness to his bite. Her body jolted, but the squeak that it compelled of her did not feel like one of pain. So, he took his time, mouth, tongue, teeth, palm, fingers, and nails – a vengeance of pleasure for the trouble that she'd caused him, and one which left [Lovander] gasping and writhing, her cum-drenched face wearing a melted expression.

“You're… cheating!" She moaned it out. How could she have expected that there was such pleasure to be found here? Her intent was to entice him into fucking her roughly, but she didn't anticipate this air of dominance, nor a declaration that she could be mated into servitude. A sexual surrender was only supposed to be a fantasy, a thought that she'd twist her fingers into her cunt to on lonely nights. But right now, it felt oddly conceivable.

A vision appeared behind her eyes, in which rather than the mastermind of pleasures that she'd envisioned herself to be, she was instead just as conquered as the other Pals in her dream. A subservient whore for her Master, spreading her cunt and shaking her hips. His favourite cumdump.

No. She growled. Not without a fight! And not even then!

Alluring though the thought of submission was, [Lovander] refused to bow. No matter how throaty the moans that she could not hold in. No matter how brain-fogging the musk of the essence marking her face. No matter the pleasure of her roughly fondled chest, and the involuntary arching of her back into it. No matter the wetness of her sopping cunt and her desperation to have his cock conquer her. She fucked for her own pleasure, and for nothing else! Debauchery was for her to command, not to yield to!

Satisfied at last, Luke drew away, looking down at the heaving form of the pleasure-wracked [Lovander]. The face she was making was truly erotic, her eyes half-lidded and shining beneath the lids, the bridge of her muzzle still bearing ropes of his essence, a little having dripped into the fur of her mane, shock-white against that vivid pink. Maybe he should consider having her cut it back so that he would have better access to her breasts whenever he desired them? No, on second thoughts, there was some enjoyment to the questing for them, and the mane held its own allure as well. If he placed his cock between her breasts and fucked a load into her fur, then she would be stuck with his scent all day, just as her rolling around on his [Shoddy Bed] had him enveloped in her pheromones every night.

His eyeline drifted downwards, finding that her legs were slightly parted and her thighs absolutely dripping. No pussy was visible, but he knew why already from having caught her masturbating before – the heart-shaped covering could be peeled away to reveal her femininity. His fingers found the topmost edge, dividing it from her flesh for his thumb to slip beneath and take a hold. He vaguely remembered hearing once that this sort of thing was called a maebari, but he couldn't be completely sure. Whatever. It didn't matter.

Luke peeled it back slowly, little by little, delighting in the thick strands of femcum that linked it to her crotch, drawing each to their heights, and ensuring that [Lovander] could observe the lewd display of her desperate arousal. Finally, it came away completely, and he observed the sopping mess of the article thoughtfully. He wanted to taste her, but why have femcum second-hand when the source was right before him? The maebari was simply tossed aside, landing on the [Wooden Foundation] of the floor with a truly lewd splattering noise, and a mess of female submission.

Just like her breasts, her pussy was also remarkably humanlike, and Luke found himself to be strangely disappointed. He'd discovered that there was a unique eroticism to mating with a non-human, and these familiar sexual characteristics were less esoteric than a spade, vent, or cloaca. He blinked. What a strange thought for him to have. Maybe there were greater depths to his own perversion than he'd previously realised. Well, that was something to reflect on later. Right now, while this pussy may be familiar in composition, it was by far wetter than any he had ever seen, and the scent coming from her was overpowering. But he couldn't call it unpleasant.

His first and second finger slipped inside of her with such ease it was as if her cunt was dragging them in, and he curled them upwards instinctively, his thumb pressing against a hooded clit in an almost vindictive pleasure. She writhed in response, clearly pleased that he seemed to know what he was doing – but Luke was quick to remove his digits, now examining the syrupy femcum clinging to them as he spread his fingers. This was different to a Human, more viscous, but not so much so that it removed any friction, and he couldn't help but take a cursory lick of the distinctly alien fluids.

The flavour was intense, melding with her scent in a feminine musk that made him lightheaded and had his cock throb with desperate arousal. He'd not been conscious of her pheromones until this moment, and it was only now that he came to acknowledge the impact that they were having on him. They didn't attract him, nor compel him through some mind controlling mesmerisation, but they sharpened his male instincts, heightened his arousal, and emboldened his own innate debauchery. The pragmatism by which Luke defined himself was suppressed with desire, a need to dominate and subdue, to conquer and bind this willing cunt to him. Now his drive to fuck her subservient was not to finally dampen her sexuality with satisfaction – but to heighten it, and make of her a true sex-slave. Submissive and breedable. However the hell Pals bred, for he had no idea.

This pussy belonged to him now. And he leaned forward, again twisting his fingers into the [Lovander] to stake his claim. His thumb ground hard against her clit, and he pumped his digits with artless ferocity, “Come on. All this time throwing yourself at me. If you're going to offer yourself up like a whore, then I'm going to treat you like one!" He was confident in this technique, pleased in her reciprocity as thick thighs quivered, toes clenched as her legs stretched into the air, and the pulsation of a strong orgasm squeezed his fingers hard.

Of course, he didn't let up. His job back in civilisation might have been mundane, but he was a sailor and survivalist in his free time, with an athletic body trained by the rigours of his passions. The muscles in his arm bulged, and he continued this rapid plundering of her sloppy cunt, twisting his fingers, curling them upwards in a flickering grasp, using his palm to bear down on her clit. He seized a leg with his free hand, forcing it entirely heavenward and holding it there, the new spread allowing him better access, and a reward of a secondary climax.

More. His bicep seized, but most of this action was in his forearm anyway, and Luke was ferocious in application. A lewd noise overwhelmed the space, louder even than [Lovander]s moaning. The ruinous shlicking of a sopping pussy, the seizing squirt of a drenching climax, the bodyshaking pleasure that had the [Shoddy Bed] creak with such intensity that Luke was sure that it would soon explode into its constituent parts.

[Lovander] screamed out her ecstasy. More. Harder. Yes. There. Please. Her words were the unintelligible fragments of sentences that she couldn't find the brainpower to put together in full. This alone was better than the cock of any Pal that she'd ridden to satisfaction, and more than her own three-digited hands could achieve. Human dexterity overwhelmed her with an orgasm that seemed to be born in her core, flowing out to every extremity, and cascading into her quivering pussy. The lewd sound of her pleasure was too loud, and it stoked the same lust that thoughts of surrender had stirred. The moans that he was compelling of her, and the too-loud stirring of her syrupy cunt were the sounds of a submission that was being forced upon her.

Luke worked to the limits of his stamina, until his arm numbed, and his forearm became stiff as stone. For a creature so commanding of pleasure, she found her own tremendously easily, and he found himself counting her orgasms, delighting in that the rising number of the climaxes that he forced onto her had started to compel some element of shame onto this shameless [Lovander], with her hands covering her face as he reached double digits. His arousal surged with the victory of having this lewd Pal actually blush in the wake of his ministrations.

He'd thought to take more time with her, perhaps devouring her cunt for a time while his arm recovered, and then spending much of the night in a sexual torture alternating between the two that he was sure would deplete her stamina to defeat. But his own arousal had grown too strong, and Luke could no longer suppress his desires. His motions ceased, and in the moments that he was deciding on what would be the best way to have her beg for his cock, a surprising reversal of fortune came.

That raised leg curled around his body, and Luke was grappled onto his back, the world spinning as their positions were switched. From below, she truly looked enormous, her three metres far exceeding his one-hundred-and-eighty centimetres of height. Her eyes were glazed, her body moving on instinct, and her expression in the flickering flame of forgotten [Foxparks] was twisted into lecherous desire. Using an order to compel her to stop would be boorish at this point. Not that the thought even crossed Luke's mind. He'd scarcely time to become aware of his situation before she'd grasped his cock, pointed it upwards, and descended down his length with a whorish moan of complete satisfaction.

Her body heat enveloped his cock, her fluids already wetting his crotch as slickness dripped from her plundered cunt. The grasp of her insides fought the natural lubrication of her desperately aroused pussy to provide the perfect amount of friction. Most sexually charged of all Pals, [Lovander] deserved every bit of reputation as a species, for pleasure was instinctive to them. Her body seemed to mold itself to him, the perfect fit for his cock, those thick thighs tensed as her knees drove into the mattress and she rose up to the crown of his maleness only to drop again in a throaty ululation of ecstasy.

[Lovander] found her mind to be clearing of fog, embarrassed by the submissive pleasures that she had experienced when he had slipped his fingers into her cunt, she was determined to regain the initiative. Riding a cock was what she did best, and she was proud of her own technique as well. After all – along with wild Pals that she'd subdued, she'd plenty of practice with the [Lovander] that she'd attacked the camp with when she had been captured. A shame that [Eikthyrdeer] had driven away her brother, or he could have enjoyed the pleasures of riding Human cock as well.

The motion of her body was like a wave. Only an amateur bounces vigorously, a fool that might wind or otherwise damage their captive male. And simply engulfing his maleness to the hilt and grinding her way to her own satisfaction would not impose upon this cocky Human the sexual defeat that she needed to bring him down with. So, she moved with grace, her insides the grasping need of a grateful pussy, her hips shifting back and forth, her back arching in shared pleasure. His hands had found her thighs, fingers pressing hard, until his nails formed indentations against the flesh. This was still a battle. And she had a lot of ground to make up.

Luke was hardly going to complain. Her body was wonderfully addicting, and through the gloom, the sight of her swinging breasts was wonderful eye-candy. Drool had accumulated at the corners of her mouth, dripping down into her defiled mane, the two long coattail-like projections that she had in place of a tail were flailing behind her hopelessly, caressing his legs, compelled into some strangely affectionate motions by a subconscious she had no power over. They seized at him as if they hoped to never let him go, so what could he do but return the gesture by grasping at her thighs with the intensity of a male determined to breed his conquered whore?

[Lovander] considered herself far from conquered. She knew the signs of an impending male orgasm, and she was attentive enough to her Master to be conscious of every one of them. Close. Closer. And it was at a time where perhaps one more spasm of her cunt would have brought him over the edge that her motions ceased, and she paused to look down at him smugly. She was in control. She would decide when this was over. No Human would demand sexual submission of her, “Come on. Order me. It's the same as admitting your loss!" She taunted with words he couldn't possibly understand, though comprehension dawned upon him regardless.

He growled, dissatisfied. So, this was her game? Edging? No. I think not. Luke released one meaty thigh, choosing his arm without fatigue and dragging his thumb through the mess of femcum that had pooled at his abdomen, and then applying it to her clit in a buffing motion, small and forceful circles that pummelled that spot of pleasure and compelled a quiver of her impaled cunt about his cock. [Lovander] had no defence against it, her voice cracking in a howling moan of defeat. She came hard, and the spasming of her dominated pussy demanded his own orgasm of him, a snarling satisfaction that he pumped deep into her body.

She collapsed over him immediately, not through any lack of stamina, for she still had plenty of strength left, but she fell upon her Master's body in the boneless satisfaction of submission. Her mind had again tumbled into the abyss, her cunt clenching rhythmically over his cock in a gushing orgasm that drenched his midriff, her womb shuddering, receptive to his seed down to the last drop. Of course, a tamed Pal couldn't get knocked up without some [Cake], but her body didn't know that, and it drank in the seed of her dominant male.

Satisfied down to her core, she lifted herself from his cock, delighting in the defilement of his deep creampie, thick white coalescing at the entrance of her defeated cunt. Marked. Just like he'd marked her face. It made her two ribbon-like tails vibrate with joy, her eyes glaze, and her muzzle drool. And then, she blinked. Fuck. What was she doing? What was she feeling? No. No. No! Her traitorous body had collapsed to his side, needy of his proximity in such a revoltingly wholesome way.

How could this happen!? She wanted a good, hard fuck. To addict him to her body in a way that would allow her to control her Master. But here she was cuddling with him!? No. She would not submit. Even if the eroticism of surrender had her sloppy cunt twitch with need. The other Pals could fall to pieces, yield to his masculinity, show their bellies and become nothing but possessions, a harem fallen to ruin, drowned in debauchery, but not her. Perversion was hers to command, not to be consumed by. But…

He'd dragged her head onto his chest. The [Shoddy Bed] was far too small for them, and again, moving on instinct, she found herself snuggling closer. Her nose twitched with distaste. Fine. The Human could have this win. This one victory. He may have won the battle, but she would have the war. So, she was conquered this time. No big deal. Next time, she would bring him to his knees! She turned her gaze upwards to glare at him in defiance, only to be met with… snoring.

“Oh, fuck you. I swear, I'll have my revenge for this. Do you think I'm going to go all wholesome just because you fucked me stupid one time? You'll see. I'm going to unleash my debauchery on this whole camp, you just fucking watch." That declaration of war was her final utterance before she fell asleep, exhaustion defeating her nocturnal nature.

And now, a forgotten [Foxparks] was at last allowed to stir, having spent so long in quietude that she'd scarcely been breathing. Her gaze was glued to the pair, and her heart twisted painfully in an emotion that she wasn't quite able to describe. Jealousy. But it was melded with something else. Something dark and poisonous. Something that scared her.

Because it was that feeling which had made it so that when she rose from her seated posture, her vulpine spade was connected to the [Wooden Foundation] beneath her by the femcum of the orgasm that she had ground out against it. She coughed, choking on her flame. And then ascended the internal staircase to find her [Straw Pal Bed], and three flushed Pals awaiting her report.

Tomorrow would surely be chaos.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: I hope that you all enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed working on it! As with other series, I intend to select future encounters and Pals based on the comments. Next up, I want to do a male Pal. Leezpunk and Cremis are already there in the camp - but anything that is accessible to Luke in the starter area is fair game as well. Through this series, his level will grow and his range will increase, with the choices as much in line with the comments as I can get them. Let me know what Pals you want to see, kinks, lewd scenarios, and more! Your ideas and suggestions really help me think, and its the comments that have made my work possible. Thank you as always for every fave, vote, watch, folder sub - everything down to the last view!

It was a lot of fun to lean into the game elements in this story, with the protagonist restricted by the system, and I hope to do more with it in the future. Our protagonist is going to keep up his attempts to escape the Palpagos Islands - while his devoted Pals do whatever it takes to keep him. Even if that gets a bit lewd. Lovander has met her first defeat (kinda), but her ambition to bring the camp to ruinous depravity continues. Starting with the corruption of the next Pal that the comments selects!

Extra special thanks to Saxton for helping me kick around the original concept for this series a few months ago, and for the more recent support. Thanks to TheMemesWantMemes for the cock worship idea, and the encouragement as always (I hope you liked the final version). Zeromas23 for having me think about the raid that led to this. Etnom as well for the raid, and for cheering on Leezpunk (I hope he gets a chapter). Cyril Dran for the very kind words, and the dubcon thoughts (I want to do your Eikthyrdeer suggestion at an appropriate point, too!). And CapitalC for the reversal and encouragement (Tombat sounds rad, too). You're all legends.

Have a most excellent day.