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The Festival of Musk

Chapter 2: Humiliation

For EdgeofObsidian

By Draconicon

The darkness in the library was shattered by the sudden appearance of green lightning, followed by a heavy thud. Abyss panted softly as he remained kneeling on the ground behind a bookshelf, his body aching with the heavy strain of the green lines running down his arms and down his back. The corruption from whatever foul magic they'd used was getting worse, and he knew that he didn't have much time. Not if it was going to keep spreading like this. The hedgehog dragged himself to his feet, double-checking that he was alone in the library, and then started walking down one of dozens of aisles.

Creatures of the night, and damned ones at that, he thought as he walked along, his electricity crackling along behind him as he moved. The further away from that blasted Siren he was, the better he felt, and he knew that there would only be so much time before he'd have his revenge. A slight smirk crawled along his face as he thought about it, but he didn't let it go too far. He wanted to think of revenge, but there would be time for that after he found out how to do it.

Much as he hated to admit it, these creatures were stronger than him, and had some sorcerous ability - blasted sorcery - to resist his electric powers and his other, more devastating abilities. If he was going to find a way to destroy them and have his dignity back, then he needed to have some help with that. A weapon, a weakness, something that he could use to exploit to bring them down. And if there was any place with information on it, it was here, in the Westopolis library.

He walked up the stairs to the second floor, following his own gut feeling on this. It was the same feeling that had led him to victory, and ignoring it had always brought defeat. He let it guide him along, following it until he reached a strange section of the library, held in darkness and feeling almost...hidden from him.

The hedgehog smiled. If something was hidden, then there was something of value in it.

A locked door stopped him for a moment, but only a moment. An explosion of crackling energy knocked it down, and he zapped himself forward into the room. The normal electric explosion came with bats, this time, and he shuddered, realizing that the power of his normal body was being corrupted. If he didn't hurry, he might be more like...them, than himself.

There was only one book in the room, but it seemed to be precisely the one that he needed. On The Powers of Vampyres was the title, and while they weren't exactly vampires, they were close enough. They had corrupted him with a bite and their magic, and vampires and werewolves were the only thing - as far as he knew - that did something like that through a bite.

So, the book would do.

He flipped it open, rushing through it until he found a description that sounded about right. Creatures of magic, able to conjure limbs and touch people from a distance without needing to use their actual body, corruption through a bite, getting stronger through -

He paused, re-reading that part.

These creatures get stronger through the lust of those around them, usually targeted through a fetish of the people around them. There are records of a bondage vampire getting stronger by tying up those around it, or leaving itself in bondage, as well as ones that have cultivated a scent that produces lust along their body. It is clear that, whatever the method, this is sufficient for them to gain power and maintain it over their followers.

That would explain why they were so foul and lewd, then. They were pushing his lust higher and higher, making them stronger while leaving him weaker. Foul creatures, absurd, lewd women that must be destroyed. He slammed his fist down on the table, having to force himself to calm down to keep reading. There had to be a weakness, somewhere.

And thankfully, there was. According to the book, there was a stake, called the Bane of Vampyres, somewhere hidden in the catacombs of the city. It had been placed there against the possibility of the Vampyres rising once more. Well, it seemed that they were. Abyss closed the book, and took to the skies again, shooting through the window as a bolt of electricity.

It took him less than three seconds to get to the entrance of the catacombs. One to bounce to the sky, one to reorient himself, and a third to land on the ground. The power of lightning travel was a useful one, for certain.

He looked around, finding himself by a great archway that looked to be a marker of some sort. He glanced a little higher, and saw that the top was etched with a message.

"Here lay the dead, to be held at rest for the eternities that lie before them. Let all those who enter do so with respect and - I have no time for this drivel. I am here for the weapon, not a lesson in how to treat the dead."

About to take a step forward, he heard the sound of others nearby. The hedgehog paused, glanced behind him. Nobody there, which meant that the sound had to have come from within the catacombs.

He pushed his head around the archway, seeing the ground slope downwards sharply. A little ways ahead, it turned to the right, heading underground, and there, he could see a lamp that was casting shadows all over the place. More of the festival goers, he realized. The scent of their feet was already rising from the hole in the ground, making his nose twitch and his eyes burn lightly. His cock was also getting harder, something which infuriated him.

This is not me. You are not allowed!

Slapping himself in the crotch hard enough to draw the quietest of groans from himself, he slowly started moving forward. If he was lucky, they were talking to each other loud enough to disguise his passage, and if he were not...well, there were means of dealing with people that would clear that corridor quickly enough. His power might not have been of much use against the Sirens, but these were normal people, deluded and completely imbecilic. They were no different from his usual targets.

Once more, however, he paused and looked around the corner, just to make sure that it wasn't the fox from before. To his relief, she wasn't there, but four other females were, each one dressed in some strange, skimpy outfit, with a mask dangling over their chest and nothing to cover their feet. Just a glance downwards was enough to have his cock hardening beneath his clothes, throbbing at the slightest thought of what he might do with those soles.

He wanted to curse again, but this time, there was no chance for that.

"Mmm, what do we have here?"

The voice came from behind, a direction he'd thought safe. Abyss whipped his head around, only to find a wide-hipped raccoon woman swaying her way towards him. His hand was already starting to crackle with energy, and he had every intention of scorching her where she stood -

"Oh! He's here!"

But instead, he was tackled from behind, shoved to the ground. An elbow to someone's ribs was enough to get them off of him, but after that, the other females were around. He rolled onto his back, trying to pull himself to his feet, but they were already moving, already gathering...already showing off their soles.

No, no, I don't want to see those! Away from me, foul soles, dirty feet! They hold no interest for me!

But there was no defending himself against them. There were eight feet, then ten as the last woman came close. The various females were all hardy, each one somehow stronger than he had any thought to expect. They pushed him around, their feet rubbing against his arms, his face, his chest, and even against his crotch. They started grinding against him there, holding him down and making him feel their feet working him over, driving him to gasp and moan against his will.

"Curse you! Let me go! Abyss the vengeful will never forgive you if you don't let him leave now!"

"You hear that, girls? He'll never forgive us if we don't let him go."

"Hehe, well, the Queen won't forgive us if we don't try to keep him here. I'm more afraid of her than I am of him."

"There is none you can fear more than I! I am the terror that will haunt your nightmares if you do not heed my words!"

"He's quite the blowhard, isn't he?" a panda Mobian said, her wide-soled feet working his crotch hard enough to make him gasp and groan.

It was an impossible situation, leaving him with little recourse. There was no way for him to retreat, no way for him to pull back from the many women around him. They were nudging him, rolling him, shoving him around with their feet, their scent and musk getting hotter and stronger the longer that the torment went on. He wanted nothing more than to escape, but to do that, he needed time to focus, time to pull his power together, and the females were not letting him do that.

His disgust for his own arousal only got worse as they started nudging it around in his clothes, not even exposing it as the Siren had, but only pushing it around and making it throb more with their nudging and contact. He shuddered, feeling it starting to leak with obscene fluids into his pants, and he resolved that their deaths would be as painful as the Siren's when he got back to them.

If he could escape that was.

The hardest one to deal with was the panda that was nudging his cock the most. Her big feet were so wide and meaty, so big that they were able to completely eclipse his cock bulge every time that she pushed down, her heel nudging against his balls on the verge of being uncomfortable. She kept pushing down, holding him in place, making sure that he couldn't get away, and the look on her face was purest smugness. He glared up at her, opened his mouth -

"Mmmph!"

"Hey, don't start yelling at us again. You're the little foot freak that the queen wants, though I don't think there's anything to you that we can't give her."

"Yeah, don't know why she wants you, but she's resolved to promote the person that gives her to you. One of us could be a siren."

One of them, a Siren. Abyss doubted that they could be any such thing, or that they were willing to go along with it. He panted, shuddering as he imagined any of them with the power that the other women had. It was a nightmare, to put it mildly. He had to get out. Had to get out.

He reached out for his power, one more time. The electricity came as he called, and he slammed his fist down. It sent out a shockwave of electrical lines, a powerful shockwave that lifted the women up and carried them off to the sides. He jumped to his feet, running as fast as his legs would carry him down the hallway, deeper into the catacombs.

For a moment, he feared that the women would follow, but no. They remained on the surface, well away from him, and well away from any chance to corrupt him further. He would take that, and enjoy it.

Still, he wondered why they were laughing up there. He couldn't imagine that there were further traps down here, particularly not when the weapon to end the Vampyres was down here as well. He would just have to be careful, he supposed, and make sure that he was ready for anything.

Keeping a ball of lightning in his fist, he descended further and further into the catacombs. The caskets of the dead lined the walls, and the people that were still waiting to be buried were laid out on tables, surrounded by measurements of their bodies and half-assembled coffins. He avoided those as best he could, not wanting to think about what might happen if his body somehow decided that it liked the feet of the dead.

He went deeper, further into darkness, until the only light came from the green charge in his fist. He grunted, every now and then feeling a throb through his body as something changed, some further extent of the corruption rippled through him. Abyss could feel his body starting to throb again, begging for attention, but he pushed the urge down. He was in charge; the urge belonged to the body, not to him. Abyss was not the pervert. The pervert was the heavily-infected body. He would not lose to this. He would not let it saturate his thoughts.

Further, further, further, until he found himself in the last room. There were no stairs left, no ramps that would take him to a deeper part of the catacombs. This had to be the place. He walked into the room, looking about.

No caskets, but there was one coffin on the far side, one that was made of stone rather than made of wood. A few old bits of writing were placed around it, some sort of etching in the stone that might have been a name or something like it. He didn't care what it was. He blasted it apart.

The wreckage of the tomb contained exactly what he wanted. A large, sharpened piece of wood, almost as long as a staff, was left behind. He smiled to himself. That would be the Bane, he was sure, and if he had that -

"Well, hi there, Sugar. Aren't you a long way from the festivities?"

Another voice, and not one that he wanted to hear right then. He slowly turned on his heel, his power coming to him once more as he looked towards the ramp he'd come from.

At the very top was a robed figure, just like the fox had been. Unlike the other female, however, this one had her hood off, showing off white cheeks and a pair of red eyes that gleamed with power and disdain. Despite her 'kind' words, he doubted very much that she had any to give to him.

"I don't have time for this. Get out of my way."

Abyss waved his hand, a flash of electricity shooting from his palm. No sooner had it collided with her, though, than the bat seemed to absorb it. The power just disappeared, leaving nothing but a flash of smoke behind to show that it had ever existed.

No...not another one.

Abyss snarled, pulling more of his power together as he started backing up, trying to keep an equal amount of distance between the pair of them. If he didn't have the power to destroy her with his abilities, then he would need to use the Bane. It was for that purpose that it was made, and he could swallow his pride for a few seconds to use it to destroy her.

He just had to reach it.

Throwing another pair of lightning bolts and hoping that it would distract her, he turned and ran. The wreckage of the tomb no longer seemed so cool, but was rather an obstacle for him to run over, something that left him stubbing his toes and knocking himself around. He jumped over the bigger pieces, almost tripped over the smaller ones, but he was almost there. The hedgehog leaped for the staff -

"Honey, if you think that's enough to do anything, you're kidding yourself."

And just like that, he came to a stop, a red hand wrapped around his ankle. He'd been in midair, and the sudden stop of his momentum sent him crashing down to the floor below. It wasn't enough to seriously injure him, but it did stun him for a few seconds, long enough for the bat to pull him back to her.

She held him upside down, looking him up and down a few times, and he growled as she looked at him like a piece of meat. He was more than that, and they knew it. They'd even said it, calling him the Herald.

"I swear to all that you believe holy. I will destroy you and the very earth that you stand on. You will all remember my name, and know that which brought destruction to you."

"Yes, sugar, I know. You're annoyed, you're angry, but that's nothing new."

"No, but this is!"

He swept his arm out, and the electrical attack was just enough to catch her off-guard. A giant ball shot out of his palm, only to form into a skull of hyper electric death. She dropped him, almost flinging him away, and he took advantage of that to catch himself and try and get a better idea of what to do. He doubted that would be enough to stop her, though there was no way even a Siren would be able to stop that move. It was his strongest...or near enough. He'd been planning to use it on Sonic at the start of the night.

When the smoke cleared, there was no bat left standing, and Abyss smirked.

"Should have left me alone, witch. No challenger to me may live."

"You think so, sugar?"

The rustle of bats was his only warning, and it wasn't nearly enough. One moment, there was nothing behind him, the next, the bat was right there, her arm around his neck and pinning him in a chokehold. Just like that, he felt his clothes disappearing again, her touch making them fade away. Her hand roamed down from his neck to his chest, running over his nipples as his clothes disappeared, and she was already moving down, reaching lower and lower than he wanted her to.

"You will be the first! I swear by all my power, you will be the first to burn, and -"

"Sugar, you need to calm down a bit."

Before she could grab his cock, she turned him around. He tried to rage, tried to pull at his power, but she was too quick, leaning in and -

Kissing him?

He stared straight ahead as her lips touched his, almost melting into it for a moment. He felt the touch of her teeth, which briefly woke him, but it was too late. Her power was rushing through him, stealing his thoughts and making him shiver, his electric energy rushing away as if it had never been.

She pushed him back, and before he could hit the ground, something else caught him, some sort of support. She must have conjured it, just like the other one had made a throne. The bat sat down on the bulbous pillow-like thing with him, her robe sliding up and revealing a pair of big, white-topped feet, the undersides slippery and wet with sweat and who knew what else, though he was thankful that he could see wings on her back. She must have been flying all over the place before getting here...he hoped.

As she settled over him, she shoved her feet in his face, pinning him back and leaving him as nothing but a footrest for her. She chuckled, the bat shaking her head a couple of times.

"It didn't take much for Fiona to get to you. I believe it'll take even less for me. Sugar, have you ever been that hard for a woman before?"

She poked his cock with a finger, just hard enough to leave him grumbling. It made her laugh even more.

"Foot boy, hon, I think you need to lighten up. Look at you. You're horny as can be. There's no denying that. Even if we were controlling everything that you did - and we're not, yet - that is all you."

He glared through glazed eyes and splayed toes at her, shaking his head as much as he could. Considering how tired he felt, that wasn't much, but he still tried. Those soles pressed down on his face, though, making it so hard to think as he was surrounded by foot musk, by the sheer power of those soles and the woman that owned them. They pressed down on him, making his face sink into the plush material underneath him, and he could only go along with it, his cock getting harder and harder.

It didn't get easier when the bat pulled out a bottle. He heard the plonk of a cork coming free, only to feel some sort of oil get poured over his cock. It throbbed all the more, tingling from tip to base, and he groaned, trying to lift his head, trying to open his mouth to say something.

She silenced him, shoving one of her toes into his mouth and keeping it closed around that. All he could taste was her foot, the sweat, the musk on it, the way that it was so slippery and almost slimy over his tongue. He couldn't pull back, couldn't deny it. All he could do was take it, and hope that it would be done with soon.

"Mmm, look at how horny you are. I haven't seen a proper foot boy like you for a long time, little Abyss. You'll be a fine Herald for our Queen."

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

I will be...nothing of the...sort...

"You will be exactly what the Queen wants you to be. You know the secret already, don't you, sugar? The way that we get our power?"

He groaned. They had been spying on him, then. There was no way that they would know that he'd figured that out if they weren't watching him. He refused to answer.

Well, he tried to. Then she squeezed his cock, and things got so much harder.

It was like getting hit with a lightning bolt of pleasure, and considering that it was how he traveled half the time, he knew exactly how that felt. He screamed against the feet, his back arching weakly as he tried to thrust against her hand, but his body was so tired and worn out that it could barely buck up once.

"Don't worry. You'll get off, when the Queen allows. She has so many plans for you, sugar. I promise, you'll love all of them...eventually."

She laughed, and he could only groan as she started pumping his cock hard and fast, working him with a dexterity and a speed that he had only imagined was possible. Her hand moved so quick and pumped so hard that he felt like orgasm was right around the corner, but every time that he got close, she suddenly slowed, even stopped. She would take her hand off of him, and go back to just kneading his face with her feet.

And they were massive feet. He couldn't take his eyes off of them, couldn't think of anything but those huge feet and the hand on his cock. They pressed down on him, bringing their musky scent with them, making it so hard to do anything but sniff at them -

"Lick them, foot boy. Give 'em a good taste."

And do that, too, of course. He couldn't not do that. He had to give them a taste. With the heels propped on his chin, he started licking, started grinding his tongue along the underside. Abyss dragged his tongue over it several times before he realized what he was doing, and rapidly shook his head.

"I...I won't..."

"Won't you?"

She gave him another tug, another stroke, and his eyes glazed over from the hypersensitive nature of his cock. He wanted nothing more than to cum when she did that, even though he knew it was the worst thing he could do. If he did that, then he would be in her power, giving himself over to her in the worst way. She would be able to control him even more.

Even so, it was nearly impossible to resist her commands to sniff, nuzzle, lick, and otherwise play with her feet. They were huge and foul, sweaty and musky. It was the act of a pervert to interact with them at all, yet he kept doing as he was told, his body getting more and more aroused by the humiliating spectacle, burning from the sheer pleasure that the magic in his body was forcing on him.

This is foul. This is utterly foul, not arousing at all. This is undignified and...and...

It was so hard to think it anymore, with those feet in his face. Only the sheer hatred he had of all magic, and the knowledge that that was what this was, kept him from completely giving in. Even so, his cock continued to throb, oozing more pre over the Siren's fist, and he was almost sure that he was making micro-thrusts of his hips trying to get more of that. He wanted...he wanted...

War, destruction, and chaos warred with the ideas of pleasure, submission, and - much as he hated to admit it - feet. Something was rushing through him. Corruption, everything, making it so hard to think.

"Nnngh..."

"Mmm, what's the matter, sugar? Is it so hard to admit that you like this?"

"You want me to like this. Your magic is making me do it! This is not Abyss!"

"No, but it is the duties of the Queen's Herald. Of course, you know what that is?"

"I don't...I don't care!"

"It's her husband."

Husband. The idea of someone laying claim to him like that was inconceivable. If there was one thing that he hated more than magic, more than he hated Sonic, more than he hated the idea of being debased like this, it was the idea of someone else trying to lay claim to him that way. He would lay claim to them. That was the way of Abyss. To conquer, to claim, to destroy or spare as he chose. He would not...not play second fiddle to someone else!

He was about to lunge forward, but again those feet stopped him, pushing him back down on the cushion. The hedgehog groaned in protest, particularly as his mouth was filled with three different toes. The bat chuckled, her smile as soft as her grip wasn't.

"It won't be much longer now, little Abyss. The Queen will claim you, no matter what you do. Your infection is almost complete. I can feel it here. You're throbbing in a way that nobody should, begging for a release that you'll never get without her permission. You might as well give in, sugar. You're cooked."

He groaned and almost whimpered beneath her feet, his head pushed so far backwards by her soles that he could see the tantalizing weapon on the other side of the room. If he could only grab it, he could take her down, could remove one enemy from his path, but it was so far away, and he was so very weak.

She stroked him again and again, pushing him up towards climax, almost pushing him to the edge of his endurance a good five times before she finally seemed ready to give him that climax he needed. His face was buried in the scent of her foot musk, and his cock honestly hurt from how hard it was. Abyss had almost turned into a scrambled jelly inside of his own head, only blind hate keeping him from submitting fully. Hate for pain, for her, for magic, for anything here. He had no words for it, had no way of speaking it, but the hate was strong enough to hold him, for now.

Yet still, she edged him, grinding her stinky feet all over his face, happily calling him her foot boy, her footrest, nudging him until his cock felt like it was about to explode...and then stopped.

"I will not take the pleasure from the Queen, little Abyss. You'll be her footslave, come daylight, and belong to our little cult forever."

She laughed, turning into a swarm of bats before disappearing into the air. He thumped to the ground as the cushion disappeared with her, leaving him with nothing to support his weight. The hedgehog groaned, lying on the ground as the lines of green along his body pulsed and crackled with his arousal.

Nnngh...I...hate...her.

The hate was something. It gave him strength, pulling him back from the edge of arousal, and it gradually gave him the thought to sit up. It hurt to do even that, and his cock throbbed with the intense urge to be touched and release. Almost, Abyss gave into that, but he stopped himself at the last moment.

No...they want me to be lusty. I can't just give in because one of them didn't finish me off, gleeful slut and lecherous witch that she is. I'll outlast them. I'll outlast them all.

In desperation, Abyss rolled over onto all fours. He could feel the corruption of their spell rushing through him, knowing that he had a limited time before it knocked him out from the sheer force of it. If he was going to have any chance of surviving, he had to have the Bane of Vampyres. If he didn't...if he left it here...if it was taken from him before he regained consciousness...if anything took it away from him or put it out of his reach, he would never escape their power.

His final burst of energy sent him flying across the room, grabbing the staff-like stake, and he held it tight to his chest as he slumped to the floor, his eyes closing as he passed out from the sheer pleasure magic that was coursing through his veins.

The End