Scurvy
#4 of Tales of Freakport
A humanoid rat in black robes with a scarlet hood and clutching a blackened staff topped with an iron skull remarkably free of rust scurries his way through a bustling midnight marketplace. He threatens butchers and slavers with dark glances and sinister smiles. Those that know him for what he is fear him, for although he is the scum he looks he is also a journeyman necromancer of no small spell casting ability.
Twin zombies that were ogres while they still lived and still the marks of their bloody demise carry a palanquin made of bones from various human like species including humans themselves into this square. The rat whistles a tone and the palanquin which had been grabbing the sagging skin of the zombified ogres leaps and walks itself to the rat. Towering as they are the undead ogres are just standing there, rotting flesh and all, because they have no orders to do anything else.
Watching all this from an alley just off of market squares is a red haired, black furred wolf in a vest and pants made of shark leather with a hook sword in either hand. As exotic they look (they are Martial Arts weapons) they aren't exactly needed by him right now as pink and black raccoon girl is kneeling before him as he leans against the wall suckling his dick. The wolf is obviously enjoying himself although his attention is more on the rat.
"I do swallow," the raccoon says in between sessions of bobbing her head on his phallus. "In fact, I'd love it, Fen."
"I know you do, Candy," Fenryx says as he strokes her pink hair. "I'm just concerned about Scurvy. He seems to be a little too powerful lately."
"We are on assignment," Candy says as she licks Fen's scrotum, "can you see anything new for him?"
"Iron skull on a blackened staff," Fen says plainly. "He's always carried a staff and that dagger with the steel skull pommel, but is that just a finial or did he get a power staff?" Candy just shrugs her shoulders as continues to blow him. "We need..." Fen howls as he finally reaches climax which gives Candy a signal to begin sucking stronger and faster. "OK," Fen says as he kisses Candy's forehead, "We need to follow them out discreetly."
Candy nods and swallows with a smile. "He still has that tower on Westbone Isle doesn't he?"
"I hear it's more like a keep now," Fenryx relates. "But yeah, that may be exactly where he's headed."
"I do hope there will be time and oppurtunity for more than a quickie blow job." Candy giggles. "Lady Evelyn rarely lets me fuck anyone I'm not supposed to kill."
Candy gets a psychotic grin on her face as she and Fen follow the pallid palanquin from Market Square on Skull Island west to a section of the Tiki Forest where a trio of hulking bugaboo zombies bearing bamboo backpacks meet up with Scurvy before the party enters the forest via a wooden suspension bridge attached to a giant tiki statue. While the zombies amble slow and steady Fen and Candy ascend to the top of the tikis and moais of Tiki Forest so as to leap their way above them. Captain Scurvy, he has his own boat moored near his keep on Westbone Isle, is in his palanquin and is a little busy and while he is the only who could be actively looking for trouble the zombies in attendance are concentrating on moving and have no orders to look for adversaries that the wolf and coon can observe and do so at what is going on.
There is a wiggling bulge under Scurvy's robe in the crotch area indicating he's getting fellatio from something in the palanquin but he is the only occupant they can see and his hands are to his sides. They can see his tail twitch as is not using his tail to masturbate. The pair look at each other and shrug their shoulders as they continue towards Westbone Isle.
Along the way the undead party enlarges with the addition of a pair of elven amazons that have been zombified. However they don't last long as midway into the journey a moai animates and grabs the amazon zombies as a prelude upon which it promptly devours them. A satisfied rumble is more felt than heard as the statue "belches" its appreciation.
While traversing the last bridge to reach Westbone Isle a megalodon, the much larger prehistoric predecessor to a great white shark, porpoises out of the water for lunch only to be battered back into the sea by a swat from one of the ogres. That last bridge is a drawbridge made from the jaw of a dragon still attached to its skull which acts as a barbican along with walls also built out of bone. Despite the fact that those walls are manned by skeletons the wolf and coon jump for the wall to follow the undead party below them.
Candy lands in shadow but Fenryx lands amidst a patrol as skeleton warriors surround him and the only saving grace to all this is that they are a trio of archers with long bows instead of fencers or halderdiers. Grappling with hook portion of his weapons Fenryx latches onto the rib cage of the one skeleton and throws it into the other two. As the skeletons try to reconfigure themselves Fenryx pours sacred moonshine on them which destroys the dweomer around them causing them to become dust.
"I thought sacred moonshine was a healing potion that had the extra benefit of giving you a booze buzz." Candy remarks.
"This is a kind of a special extra for rangers, druid and witches only." Fen explains sheepishly. "Especially when brewed a certain way that we nature types are not supposed to share."
"Does Lady Evelyn know?" Candy asks to which Fernyx shakes his head. "Part of the promise you made?"
"More or less," Fenryx says in response. "She knows I make moonshine but not all the special things I do to it. Although she knows full well that I make this sacred version."
"Ah, so she doesn't know about its uses as an alternative Holy Water?" Candy states to which Fenryx just shrugs his shoulders.
"Speaking of the boss lady, we need to check in," Fenryx says as they move into the dragon skull proper and look out of an ocular cavity while taking out a small crystal ball. "Lone Wolf to Zoo Keeper," he says in hushed tones, "Lone Wolf to Zoo Keeper; come in Zoo Keeper."
A holographic image of an annoyed Lady Evelyn floats above the crystal ball and issues a curt order: "Report!"
"Scurvy has just been in Freakport on what can only be considered a shopping trip." Fenryx reports. "He now a strange staff that has blackened shaft and sports a finial of a human skull in black iron."
"Black staff with a human like iron skull, hmmm!" Lady Evelyn gets thoughtful and then blanches as an idea comes to her: "No! It can't be! The Power Staff was lost at sea!"
"Scurvy does do salvage runs." Candy reports. "When you crew is undead there is a lot you can do."
"Yes, Captain Scurvy is a necromancer isn't he?" Lady Evelyn asks rhetorically.
"he does carry the signature skull dagger of the Bone College," Fenryx states. "I believe necromancy is the focus there. I'm no wizard..."
"Stop right there, Fen," Evelyn growls. "I'm not in the mood. He may carry it but did he earn it? Like you, Fen, Scurvy is a pirate. A pirate with a nastier disposition than you, but still a pirate."
"But I do think you recognized Scurvy's new toy that I described." Fen prompts. "Is there something I need to know?"
"Is this what you saw?" Evelyn gestures to another image she makes manifest next to herself. After both of them nod solemnly, she sighs, "I was afraid of that. What you saw was the Doom Staff also known as the Apocalypse Rod. It's powers are bent towards the extraction of all life including the wielder. The user eventually becomes zombified but retains his intellect and spell working abilities."
"He gets transformed into a Bokirian Houndan?" Fen asks to which Evelyn shrugs her shoulders.
"If he were an adherant to that religion. Otherwise he becomes a Revelationary Zombie." Evelyn says as way of a correction. "Specifically a Revelationary Missionary or Doomsday Prophet, which could begin the Zombie Apocalypse."
"Which basically means I need to confiscate that macabre scepter of his." Fenryx says in a boldly matter of fact manner. "I may not always appreciate these nasty islands of greed and villainy but it's home and I'm rather fond of it. No rat with delusions of grandeur is going to turn this into the seat of power for an empire of the mostly mindless dead on my watch."
"You go, woofie," Evelyn says with a smirk, "hand the ball to Candy and grab the Doom Staff."
Fenryx hands the orb as ordered and climbs a ladder into Westbone Isle proper. When he's out of earshot Evelyn gives instructions to Candy: "He's getting to be too much of a hero. When he kills Scurvy and takes the rod reward him with a sweetly sinister surprise. He'll reform here and I'll deal with him further."
Candy giggles with dark delight. "Sure thing, boss, watcha want me to do with the rod?"
"Bring it home," I'll bring it up at the next convening of the council." Evelyn says coldly.
Candy soon joins Fenryx as they skulk through farmlands tended by both the living and the dead, with the living consisting mostly of humans and dwarves with a few elves but also a lot of beast folk of farm animal stock and most of these being pigs with the dead being primarily zombies of the living. Watching from the corn fields Fen and Candy witness a grizzly ritual.
Scarecrows put on shirts and pants whose material has been harvested from human skin and attach severed heads to their tops as if donning a mask or a hat. Naked humans are kept in a pen like animals awaiting slaughter. One by one each morning the scarecrows butcher their captives while their leader, a sinisterly sentient scarecrow called Jack Crowbar, who wears the tattered finery of nobility stuffed with straw and has a carved pumpkin, like a demon face, for a head that flickers alternatively with green or purple fire, watches with a fiendish grin.
Zombies load the meat from this ritual into a cart with wooden spider legs instead of wheels. Once finished loading the cart gets up and walks itself towards the Skull as the unholy scream of a truly infernal contraption, a nightmare of steel resembling a demonic industrial crop gatherer and/or an animated cotton gin combined with tractor treads with features suggesting a Hellish origin as if crafted by a satanic steam punk engineer/mad scientist of the rural world paying homage to the objects of his attentions: automatic farm equipment and denizens of dark realities best not contemplated by mortal minds. Even more bizarre is the fact that it rolls up to Jack and nuzzles him like some over sized house cat, it's as big as many modern farm machines used to collect grain by the ton, and Jack responds in kind.
"Reaver, my dear dear little friend," Jack says in a deeply shrill voice that somehow manages to contain a grainy, grinding quality to it. "You're awake. Ready to have some fun?" Reaver lets its horns blare fully blasts and actually jumps for joy in response to the inquiry. "There's the fields," he gestures to the crop fields, "go play."
Reaver starts to play street organ tunes unlike any heard by those that still hold forth even the slightest shard of sanity save perhaps those given over to demonic services as the macabre melodies are something off of Hell's hit parade. Soon the screams of the dying add an evil chorus that starts Crowbar dancing. People are shredded in a shower of gore as reaver runs into them on purpose and subjects them to the myriad of blades and grinders contained within its sinister structure.
While the sinisterly sentient scarecrow is busy dancing and getting lost in a world of his own warped mind's creation, the furs slip past him in the new light of dawn. As they make their way further inward on Westbone they find a grist mill where a horse whips burly naked humans turning huge gears with brute strength. The idea was to get past the horse without being noticed but when one of two of you is a pink and black raccoon girl it's a little hard even if she happens to be a trained assassin.
The horse spots Candy but not Fenryx who sneaks up behind him and whispers a prayer to the dark side of nature to allow him to inflict grievous wounds with his weapons which apparently are answered as the horse gets taken down with one double strike from Fen. But in the interest of not leaving behind any witnesses, Fenryx also slaughters the slaves; granting them a measure of freedom in death until their bodies are reanimated. However, Fenryx plans to be long gone by the time his grizzly handiwork is discovered. A spider cart full of hay happens along when the pair reach the road. Figuring the practical golems would not be searched by any border guards they decide to hitch a ride. Easily entering the slow moving cart the pair dig in an then decide to have some fun as they really don't have much else better to do.
Quickly getting undressed Fenryx starts by licking and suckling at Candy's breasts as her hands massage his scrotum to aid in coaxing his phallus from its sheath. It doesn't take much effort to get him hard as he rolls her clitoris between his fingers. Candy moans in pleasure as Fenryx attends to her sexual needs.
Candy spreads her legs wide to permit Fenryx entry into her folds. Slowly but surely Fen inserts his penis into her vagina while Candy wraps her legs around his waist. Having legs wrapped around the waist from his partner of the moment actually helps his overall scheme as Fen has no intention of actually egressing from this pussy until after his knot deflates and he's not even hard enough for it to start to inflate yet.
Fenryx's muzzle for the most part remains firmly in Candy's bosom with his tongue licking her tits when they are not playing with the nipples as he suckles her. Down below he is taking her almost like a machine but when his muzzle briefly strays to give her a passionate kiss he is giving her additional pleasure in the bosom spot. When not "running" laps around her areolae he is lightly batting her nipples with his tongue.
While Fenryx enjoys the taste of Candy's tits his shaft gets harder as he pounds her pussy. It's gotten hard enough so hard that his knot has started the inflation process. Both parties can feel the change as it makes thrusting and receding that much more difficult.
Candy licks the lips of her muzzle as Fenryx prepares himself for the inevitable sealing and what he will do before his own climax. Both of them are moaning and groaning in pleasure with Candy making demands like "More" and "Harder" which Fen does to the best of his ability to comply. She does her best to keep it to herself but masked my the heat of passion, Candy feels for good spots to slip her daggers in when the time comes when they will do this again and she will give him literally a killer climax.
As Fen's cock gets harder the knot becomes fully inflated making lateral motion that much more difficult. The result of this is more of a wagging motion to his fucking as he feels his own climax building. Only the dry thunder of zombified dinosaurs on the move gives him the impetus to hurry it along.
Headless humanoids in the attire of highwaymen ride undead pachycephalosuruses, bipedal herbisaurs with a reinforced domed skull, and carrying demonic jack o'lanterns on their saddles approach the spider cart containing Fen and Candy. Fenryx has pushed himself deeper into the hay while Candy is still enraptured in the afterglow. The headless horsemen toss their pumpkin heads over cart to each other to scan the contents with mystical senses they possess.
Fenryx is hidden from the prying senses of the horsemen who see Candy and grab her nude form before racing off to who knows where. Unfortunately for his mission Fen feels honor bound to recover Candy's body if not Candy herself if he can rescue her. Getting dressed as quickly as he can, Fenryx starts tracking the pair to what ends up being Scurvy's fortress on the island's northern most coast.
Fenryx has to chuckle to himself at his apparent "luck" relatively speaking. He spends the rest of the night looking for a way in to the fortress that could be relatively stealthily, dodging random patrols on more than one occasion. Torture screams coming from the keep only adds to the desperation of the moment.
Candy awakens tied spread eagle to a rack. Nearby is an orange skinned humanoid wear an executioner's hood heating irons over red hot coals. From the posture and build Candy guesses her torturer to be a hobgoblin albeit one who is either dead or doesn't see the sun much.
"Ah, our new guest has awakened," the undead hobgoblin, the wounds on his chest are fatal ones yet he is still animate and intelligent enough to make bad jokes. "Excellent, I shall be enjoying your interrogation. Master Scurvy has yet to decide how you're going to kill you, so we have plenty of time to chat."
"Beyond obvious reasons why should I talk to a reanimated corpse?" Candy growls. "Maybe I get off on pain."
"Feisty! This IS going to be fun!" The hobgoblin says with fiendish glee in his expression in what can seen of his face. "The first question is really, really easy: Name?"
"Candy," Candy states with a smirk.
It frowns, then smiles. "Stubborn, well, it's time to have some fun." The heave he affects on the machine that it almost dislocates portions of her spine causing her to scream.
"That was the fucking truth, Mister Bubonic Plague Special!" Candy cries out.
"You have got to be kidding me!" It groans as it looks and sees the glare of one who is telling the truth, for now. "You're not are you? I suppose not, well then, next question: Why?"
"Why what, Rancid?" Candy asks with a venomous giggle that subtlely hints of defiance. "I'm not sure what you mean."
The inquisitor uses a red hot poker as a dildo, shoving it through her folds and grins fiendishly as Candy screams in pain. It then simply repeats its previous question.
"BE MORE FUCKING SPECIFIC!!" Candy demands at full volume.
"You must be an agent of the elves and dwarves on the Jaw." It states as an observation. "I think I'll grab one of the master's soul collectors and just snuff you. I'm wasting my time."
With that it throws Candy in an iron maiden before starting the process of extending the spikes. It also starts a fire under the torture device before leaving for a few minutes. Upon its return it carries a large cylindrical crystal of pure quartz which it inserts into a receptacle already worked into the iron work of the cage.
Pierced by a thousand needle like spikes, Candy begins to cook as the iron maiden heats up. The inquisitor slowly drives the protrusions deeper as Candy keeps screaming and spills her guts, figuratively as the inquisitor takes notes. However, even as she is being snuffed Candy is spouting false information to try to save herself.
The smell of roasted raccoon wafts throughout the keep as Fenryx makes his way inside. Upon checking the dungeon Fenryx finds a feast in progress as relatively intelligent zombies devour Candy's corpse along with Scurvy himself who has the choicest cuts of the meat for himself. Among his effects is a soul crystal sparkling with a trapped spirit that Fen guesses is Candy.The undead torturer that effectively killed and cooked Candy is also at the table with the coon girl's head in front of it. It takes a machete and scalps her with a swift slice to expose her brains for consumption. With spoon in hand it scoops up her brains and eats them like a fine gourmand.
"Query," Scurvy inquires of its inquisitor zombie, "are you learning from your meal?"
"Not much, my lord,' Query responds honestly between bites. "More confirming what I was able to wrangle out of her before hand. "Oh, wait, she has an accomplice, a wolf," Query says as he tastes something new. "We may need to assign some more zombies or skeletons because he's coming and he's good at hunting monsters."
"A skilled hunter who happens to be a wolf and works as a pirate for the elves," Scurvy says as he calculates the factors. "Sounds like Fenryx to me. That damned wolf is a nuissance. If we catch him, I don't want him interrogated, just strip and cook him. But make sure you get him hard first so we can have some proper sausage."
"I'd be careful, master," Query warns, "they know about your new toy and they have orders to confiscate it."
"I'll need the name of their owner, Query, when you devour that tidbit." Scurry says. "Just so I know who to have killed."
Query scoops up a heaping helping of gray matter from the pink furred skull and swishes the material around in its mouth like gelatin. "I'm getting an image more than an actual name." It reports. "Blond female elf."
"That could be any one of them." Scurvy fumes. "What sort of attire does she favor? How often does she discipline her pets? How does she do it?"
"Black leather, sexually suggestive," Query replies. "Almost as if sadism is a fetish...no wait, sadism IS a fetish of heres. She regularly molests her pets."
"The list of femmes is shrinking but not by much." Scurvy growls impatiently. "Does she wear her fetish attire in public?"
"Yes, actually," Query answers with surprise. "In fact she could be known for, her predilection for public displays."
"Still doesn't help." Scurvy swears. "Elves that aren't drama queens in public stand out more than those that do here in Freakport."
"I think she may be a noble," Query states tentatively, "I see elves and dwarves deferring to her."
"A member of the Cabalistic Council?" Scurvy says fearfully before smirking in a sinister fashion. "I thought I did well on that salvage run. I may need to meditate on what could have garnered this interest."
"The iron skull staff is actually a power staff." Query states which prompts a fit of maniacal laughter.
"I KNEW IT!!!!" Scurvy thunders. "Now I just need to awaken it and make myself its master. Looks like all that research I did paid off." Scurvy says as he scurries off. "I'm going to my lab, if you learn more, write it down. In fact write down everything now."
"By your command."
Scurvy takes the crystal with Candy's spirit with him when he leaves for his lab. Since there is little he can do for Candy now, Fen focuses his attention on Scurvy himself. Stalking the rat from the shadows, it soon becomes apparent that while the rat knows that he's coming, the fact that he is already arrived is lost on him.
The wolf follows the rat as stealthily as he can taking out random zombie patrols as he does so. Taking both crystal and skull staff becomes a priority for Fen. The route he needs to do this is unclear at the moment. Undead horrors by the score exist in the keep to potentially kill Fenryx but given his quarry this is to be expected. Unaware he is being followed, scurvy is unhurried in his travels within his own wicked domicile. Unfortunately for him this would ultimately lead to his undoing when Fen decides to strike.
Vengeance for Candy's demise does not prompt Fen's actions as they both knew the risks. Virtue and vice are both part of a person's nature and Scurvy is about to experience Fen's nature first hand. Violence is a favored tool for Fenryx but it can be how this is applied can say volumes for one's character.
Wrathful towards any in Scurvy's chosen profession of necromancer, Fen's action are as swift as they are terrible. With a surgeon's skill Fenryx hook swords rip out Scurvy's windpipe as he has his legs swept out from under him and his control. When Scurvy hits the ground he feels the vertebrae of his spinal column fly out of his back.
In the shadows of his chamber Scurvy is only dimly aware of what is happening as he is butchered alive. His brains are splattered against a wall against which Fen launched his head as his soul joins Candy in the crystal. Upon collecting what he came he for, more or less, Fenryx makes his exit from the keep as secretly as he entered.
Lady Evelyn has to hide her surprise when Fen gives her the crystal and the staff. After hearing what happened she is disappointed but undaunted. However, it only slightly altered her plans for him.
For his reward, Fenryx is strapped down laying on his back in a guillotine. His executioners is hooded to hide her face but she is either a very lithe human female or an elf in a bondage harness who rides Fen's phallus to deadly ecstasy. When he climaxes the blade is released an he is decapitated mid howl while his spasming cock releases his sperm into his gorgeous mistress who removes her hood after she kills her pet.