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There was once a small mousefolk village that was known for its exports of delicious wines and woodwork. The people there were always very cheerful, and the travelers who made their way across found the inhabitants to be quite amicable people.

But that all changed about a month ago. Trades stopped coming, and travelers who said they were heading through the area either claimed to have felt something dark there, or have never returned.

Our fellow knight, Blaire, had been seen heading to the area right before the change occured. Since then, no one has heard from her. Because of that, we three have been sent to investigate. Caleros, the elf, Uknog, the orc, and I, Fespin, the mousefolk. I hope that we will make it back, but if we do not, let this letter head back to the High Priestess, and let her make the next decision on this matter...

-Fespin, Knight of Love.

Three men approach the quiet town's square. The mousefolk that made the place their home are nowhere to be seen. Each of them dress up in traditional knight of love attire, protecting their arms and legs with armor, while covering their holy loin weapons with a cloth bearing the emblem of their order.

"I don't like the looks of this," says the tall blond elf. "I hear nothing nearby. It's a ghost town..."

"This place is so unkempt," Fespin says, kneeling down on all fours, wiggling his nose. "Do you smell something strange?"

The big bald orc tilts his head back to take in another scent. With a growl, he says. "Tis the scent of sex, of raw debauched rutting."

"Fespin," The elf says, pointing off to the distance. There, an old church stands not far off. If anyone is there, then they should be in that location. You can move among your people more easily. Report to us what you see. If things become too dangerous, we'll come in for you."

Fespin nods and scampers off, but as he gets closer, the smell of sweat and sex gets louder, and all around, he feels the dread build up within him. This gets so bad that when he finally reaches the door, he finds his hand shaking. Why... What could possibly be within? Praying to the spirits of love to caress him, he pushes the doors open.

Inside, the room is filled with mousefolk of all ages and genders, sitting in ruined pews, and all of them dressed up in hooded robes. In the center of the pulpit area, a large, muscled creature lays down on the ground, its legs dangling over the edge and touching the floor beneath. In its massive hands it holds a mouse, dressed in dark armor, with her eyes rolled back and her belly stretched as she takes on the creature's monstrous pole.

The creature stops, but it remains laying down, its hands sprawling out. The mouse riding him, once so torn apart by ecstasy, snaps out of it and pushes herself free from his cock, her sex and his manhood dripping with the excessive need before the creature disappears in a puff of dust. "And what are you doing here, slave?"

"B... Blaire!?" Fespin says, taking a step back. "W... what in the name of love is happening?"

"I've found a new love... a better love," she says, holding her hands out, "and soon, I will be bringing more love into the world through my own body. I just need the right donor to bring in the new generation..." she licks her lips as she stares into him.

The other members of the town all turn to face him, their eyes glowing with lust as they slowly rise up, their robes draping off to show off their nude bodies beneath.

Thinking quickly, Fespin points towards Blaire and shouts "I challenge you!"

"Oh...? You challenge me? I doubt your holy sword will make me feel a thing, little Fespin."

"All the times we were together, you never had a chance to feel my sword. You know it is only used for evildoers. Besides... I'm not alone!"

Through stained glass windows, Caleros and Uknog break through, tall and imposing as they stand on either side of Blaire.

The mouse giggles at that, licking her lips with an all-too-long tongue. "Ooh, they sent three of you to play with me... well then... let's play! Behold, the true power of a dragon's child!

With that, a rush of dark energy blasts out from her, knocking all the mousefolk over, tumbling over themselves. The three knights hold their ground but stare in wonder as the being before them is transformed. Her body is taller, rivaling the two men in size, and horns stick out of her head. Patches of bright blue scales appear upon her crown, down her back, and at her arms and legs. Her feminine features are also exaggerated, with wider hips and with more bountiful breasts. She stands there, holding her hands up over her head and spreading her draconic wings wide. "Come on, boys... do you think you can handle me and my new god!?

The three approach her, the orc wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back up against his body. His length pokes between her thighs, which she uses to milk the shaft. The elf springs forward, cupping her cheeks and pressing his lips to hers, and the mouse scurries to the side, kicking out her knees to send her onto the ground The elf pulls free and then grabs her by the horns, his length poised and ready in front of her lips. Uknug tries to pull himself free, but she squeezes harder, so the orc wraps his arms around her breasts, fingers pinching at her nipples. Finally, Fespin squeezes in underneath Caleros, where he can put his face between her legs.

Blaire rolls her eyes back as she groans, rubbing her thighs, shaking her chest, and pushing her hips out. "Oooh, you boys, you feel so good, but it's good to be bad... you'll soon see!"

"Don't worry, We'll save you, Blaire and exorcise the demon from within you!" Uknug says.

Blaire licks her lips and opens her mouth once again to speak, only for Caleros to finally shove his cock inside.

The transformed mouse girl coughs on the cock, but she soon bobs along the shaft like the professional that she is. After all, she herself was once a knight of love. She knows how to take these things. Three cocks at once is quite the handful, but with Uknug's length nestled firmly between her thighs, she has the upper hand. Fespin's tongue may play at her folds and tease her clit, but she knows enough self-control to face against them.

Uknug groans as he fondles her breasts, one eye squeezed shut as he looks to his elven companion. "They... they're so soft... so strong," he grunts. "I... if I cum on them... I don't think I can..."

"Hold fast, companion!" Caleros says, gritting his teeth as she bobs along his length and licks under the head. "We... we have to overload her with the power of our love." He turns his attention down to the transformed mouse and says. "Please... Blaire, we love you. Wake up and return to your natural self."

"Yes, Blaire, please," Fespin says, pulling his mouth away. His fingers slide inside, fingering her folds. "Remember all the good times we've had. Don't let the demon take you over. Don't let it tear you away from the people who care about you. From me, and Caleros, and Uknug and all the others!

She chuckles, even with the cock filling her mouth, fluttering her eyes teasingly as she swallows the whole thing down to the balls.

Caleros bends over, gasping as she takes him in. "S... such power..." he gasps. "I... I can feel it coursing through me..."

Uknug groans, gripping against her breasts and pulling back. "Hold fast, companion!" he calls. "Let me aid you with my strength!" With a primal tribal roar, he pulls his cock free from the wonderful thighs of the mouse. Fespin pulls his fingers out from the mouse's snatch, only to spread the lips, ready for the orc's insertion.

"By my clan!" Uknug shouts, shoving his thick green pole deep into her. Even in her grown state, Blaire's stomach stretches to the size of that cock. She gasps as she feels it-the three men working together to please her, to free her. Tears well up in her eyes, and she hears the demon that had possessed her screaming in agony.

With the hold of her mouth loosening, Caleros is able to resume his original sliding into her, the two taller men now having enough control to lift her up, spit-roasting the mouse.

Fespin falls to the ground, wiping his chin and glancing over his shoulder. The congregation of demon-tainted mousefolk slowly crawl their way close to the three. He stands tall, undoing his armor, letting it clatter to the floor. "You handle her, I'll take care of the rest."

"Love be with you, brave Fespin!" Caleros gasps as Blaire wraps her arms around him, gripping his butt.

Sufficiently stripped, Fespin runs into the pile, leaping into the waiting hands of the ravenous horde.

Blaire gasps as she sees him surrounded by a pile of caressing and licking and nipping and sucking bodies. All those dicks all those breasts, practically smother him. He's doing that all to save her.

Her body tenses up, filling with the expulsions of two of the powerful knights of love coming from two different directions. Not only that, though. Her own self deep within screams for release, and she receives it, the pleasure, the love washing over her. This is not some demon's seed filling her with temporary want, this is selfless love, coming from those who would face extreme danger to save her.

Deep within her psyche, the demon that had corrupted her howls in pain as he disconnects from her. His connection to the mortal world, disappearing as he's being driven away from her core, expelled and destroyed by the wash of holy light.

The power erupts outside of her, sending the knights flying back as the healing energy washes over the entire church. Dozens of mousefolk tumble back once more, this time, though, they gasp and cover themselves and hide behind pews.

Fespin coughs, wiping various exretions from his chin as he stands up, surveying the damage. Various mousefolk murmur among themselves, hugging their loved ones or searching for things to cover up their shame. Meanwhile, his companions sit back looking between themselves to see the mouse girl, laying there, curled up, and breathing steadily. They look to him, and he looks back to his companions, giving them a broad smile.

Back at the temple, the four knights of love relax in the healing baths. Two nixie attendants wash the mouse's body as her comrades work on each other. She sighs, running fingers down over her body. "I can't... I can't thank you all enough for saving me..." she sighs.

"That's what we do," Fespin says, scooting closer to her. "You're one of our best, Blaire. What else could we do but come to your rescue?"

"Don't forget the entire town," Uknug adds. "Even if you had fallen, we could have fought to the last to save them from the perversions that plagued them."

"That demon was deceptively powerful, though," Caleros says, stroking his chin. "I have lived for a long time in the service of this order, yet never had I seen a knight of your calibur corrupted so. There was another time when a goodly knight had fallen sway to torture and magic, but demonic possession? The power of love should have been strong enough within you to prevent it.

"I don't blame myself," Blaire says, sighing as webbed fingers lather up soap over her body. "But it seems the forces of perversion have become stronger lately. This may not be the final difficult battle we have. But, as long as we have each other, I'm sure we can handle anything."