Whose husband is it anyways?

>Your boots stepped onto the white marble with a dull thud, each step led you higher and higher up the stairs leading to the grand wooden door with strange carvings, the house itself was something out of a story, beautiful and imposing with too many minute details to take in all at one.

>The reason for your travelling here was due to a marriage proposal that had caught the eye of your parents, it wasn't everyday that cart full of gold was sent to your home as well as an arranged wedding pleading for your son's hand.

>A great clangor sounded from within followed by the opening of the door, it slid slowly revealing an ostentatious hall attended by maids with pleasant smiles on their faces.

>"welcome master!" They bowed before the next door at the end of the living room slammed . A tiny girl with brown hair and big eyes walked in wearing a white kimono that hid her body. Her face was feminine yet unemotional as she walked toward you with hurried steps as if she were worried you would escape.

>"Leave us maids, my husband to be and I must consult." At once the maids clicked away in their yellow heels as she walked forward. "Are you my husband?" She looked at you with curiosity and admiration as she inspected your body.

>You stuttered quickly under her scrutinizing gaze. "Y-Yes mam." Her response was a smile as she grabbed your hand in her own and kissed it. "Are you ready then?"

>You nodded and her smile went from innocent to greedy in the time you blinked.

>"I said! ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE!!!" (cue spacejam) The white walls collapsed outward and the previously empty air filled with excited screams, crowds of monstergirls sitting in a large stadium all around you where the house was only a second ago.

>You looked at your fiancee, a leaf floated down onto her head and two furry ears popped out of her hair. "Put on a good show for me dear. Alright?"

>"You're kinky aren't you?" You tried to smile despite your nervousness. The microphone held by the crow tengu above you picked it up and immediately laughing filled the air as your one liner was carried to 50,000 different audience members and several millions more across the demon realm watching from their rooms.

>The tanuki grabbed your hand with a smile and laughed as well before taking out her own microphone. "What a player, Ain't he a player guys?" The response was a resounding yes as thousands threw their panties onto the court where more than a few hit you in the face, a few were even wet.

>Her attention for you didn't last long as she walked to the audience. "Welcome monstergirls and monstergirl captives, to the bicentennial edition of Whose husband is it anyways! where the consent is made up and the condoms don't matter!" You weren't sure what was going on but the audience seemed to have a blast as the loudest roar yet came from the entire stadium.

>"Today we'll be having our handsome and confident Anon pitted against the toughest, the roughest, and the sexiest monstergirls our scouts can find!" She raised herself onto a platform and pressed a red button, smoke propelled from machines as glass cages lifted into view filled with all manner of monsters. things that not even you could imagine.

>"Now Anon, you've already consented. You'll go through three grueling challenges and if you manage to keep your mayonnaise under wraps you'll win a date with none other than moi! Seeing as how this is your first time we'll let you choose your opponent. Bring them in!"

> At once two of the glass cages moved forward, in one a pale little girl in a black robe sat patiently and quietly, while in the other a little girl with large horns and goat hooves pounded the glass desperately while snarling.

>"Choose Anon, who will you go up against first?" She smiled down at you from above and laughed in unison with the crowds

>"I'll take on the goat girl." You were shaking in your boots but you weren't going to let these monsters get to you. A Daring "Oooooohhh." Rang through the stadium as the dark robed girl was pulled back.

>"What a brave man this Anon is. Good looks, educated, kind, AND brave! We'll be hard pressed to sell you." The tanuki snapped her fingers and at once the maids from before, now dressed in spandex revealing their feathery tails and ears as well as their scaly feet walked out with long poles.

>"Lets introduce your opponent of choice shall we? She's small and mean like a suppository and you can bet she'll be using the same entrance with her strap-on!" Raucous laughter filled the air contrasted by the struggling baphomet's desperate cries for death and murder.

>"The rules are as followed so play close attention love." The tanuki winked at you and licked her lips lustfully. "If you can maintain yourself chaste for 30 minutes while locked in with this girl you win! Simple right? Not so as she'll be given full use of her mana. Try not to get your baby batter on the walls, they're a bitch to clean!"

>Walls rose from the ground out of seemingly nowhere, the shackles kept on the baphomet's arms fell with a clang on the ground and she looked up with an intimidating smile as the last of the walls rose, locking you in with the enraged girl.

>"So all's I got to do is make ya cum and I'm free and I get an Onii-chan? Ha! This'll be a blast!" Her voice was surprisingly childish as she warmed up her paws back rubbing them together. You felt fear overtake you as her aura grew massively. She was warming up.

>"Now you's best be ready cause I like my Onii-chan to hold out long enough for me to enjoy myself!" She spread her arms and a a faint glow shimmered on her paws, at the same time a faint glow appeared on your crotch and an overwhelming warmth materialized in your member which rapidly rose to the pleasure.

>Your first plan of action to prevent your mini volcano from rupturing is to punch your nuts. Without any hesitance you slam down as hard as you can. The result is instant as waves of mind-numbing pain race to your head causing you to collapse into a heap of tears.

>"Onii-chan likes pain? Well I guess later I can whip you some and cuddle afterwards, I's a pervert as well so I don't blame Onii-chan." Her voice sounds deceptively kind as your rod slowly lowers itself to a resting position and the intense nausea flows through you.

>Your plan to use pain works for all of five minutes as you quickly find yourself erect and ready once more. The smile on the baphomet's face is easily distinguished as she walks toward you. "C'mon Onii-chan. You shouldn't make your imouto wait right?" She giggles mockingly before genius strikes.

>with shaky legs you get to your feet and walk to the hoofed girl. She smiles arrogantly preparing for you to surrender with every step. When you finally get in range her expression fades into surprise as your hand strokes her hair and horns delicately.

>"W-What's you playing at? You better not think I can be won with some half-assed Onii-channing!" Her cheeks turn red and she swats away your hand. Her tiny hooves stomp the ground in anger but you don't give up.

>"I'm not tricking you." You raise your hand up once more as the feeling of warmth begins to overwhelm you.

>"Y-You actually want to be my Onii-chan? Are you's crazy or sumtin?" Her accent grows thicker with her surprise and she shakes involuntarily.

>"I do it because I love my imouto." That does it, she doesn't resist anymore and her paws instantly wrap around you. "Onii-chan!!" She screams as she buries her face into your shirt.

>"But you know, if you want to stay with me you have to do what I say" You're twitching in pleasure and she doesn't let up as she looks up with large eyes. "What do I have to do Onii-chan?!" Her lip quivers in fear.

>"Well for starters you have to take a nap, it's way too late for my imouto to be awake." You stroke her hair gently and she nods without hesitation. as she slides to the floor.

>"Like this Onii-chan? I can sleep if you wants me to!" She closes her eyes and make snoring noises, at this point even a delicate tease would be enough to set you off and it's reflected by your groans as you put her head into your lap and continue stroking.

>"Just like that, sleep well and when you wake up you can play with Onii-chan more. How does that sound?" She nuzzles her head into your groin which nearly causes you to lose before remembering freddy mercury in a dress. "T-that sounds wonderful! I's can't want to play with my Onii-chan... My Onii-chan..." Her words turn slurred and sleepy as she yawns , at the same time the warmth in your crotch slowly dies down.

>The rest of the thirty minutes are spent with you stroking her head and telling her bedtime stories. She laughs and smiles the entire time talking about how happy she'll be to take Onii-chan home with her. You simply agree as the neon timer counts down.

>The last minute is the most tense, the seconds seem to stretch until it finally rolls to zero and the buzzer wakes the baphomet up with a start. "Huh! What's happening Onii-chan?" She looks up fearfully and trembling, hoping for you to reassure her.

>"Something..." You don't say anything else as the walls lower back into the ground and the stadium around you roars in approval of your tactics, the two kikimora's walk back with their poles in hand.

>The baphomet springs into action as she spreads her arms to protect you. "My Onii-chan belongs to me! Only I can play with him and stuff!" Her snarl is unnoticed as the catch poles slide the hoops over her arms and close, locking her into place.

>"What a terrific show of deceit!" The Tanuki pops out on the stage with a smile and a flashy suit.

> "Pay attention monster milfs! This guy is your daughter's best chance for a daddy! Order now while in stock." Laughter rolls through the crowds as the confused baphomet turns to you.

>"O-Onii-chan? What is she saying?" Her eyes are already reddened while doing her best to resist the pull from the kikimora's catch poles.

>"I-I... I didn't mean for this..." You can't find the words to express yourself as the grip of the kikimora's tighten. "Onii-cha?! Onii-chan!!!" She screams as her hooves fail her and she's dragged away. Her struggling and screaming manages to quiet the crowd for a second before they laugh even louder than before. Cheering at her tears and desperation.

>"You sure know how to break their hearts don’t you Anon?” The Tanuki at some point snuck up behind you and planted a wet kiss on your cheek. The screams of the baphomet can still be faintly heard as they drag her away

>The Tanuki is either oblivious to your grief or doesn’t care as she pats your shoulder. “In unrelated new Sabbath controlled territories have had their viewership count raise by over 67% Anon sure knows how to make a girl like me happy!” The Tanuki rolls away in laughter .

>"Now, onto the next challenge!” A screen rolls down in front of you showing two different desolate wastelands.

>"Our brave and frighteningly cuddly anon will have to traverse one of these places and save the girl waiting at the end, there are no rules except do not die and you can choose 2 out of 3 objects to take with you.” She motions toward a new stand where three objects

>“1. A gasmask for all your spore inhaling needs. 2. A short sword that can make your enemies bleed. And 3. A vial of acid that can kill any type of weed!” She finishes her rhyme leaving you to look at the screen where on one side mushroom girls spread spores everywhere into the air, and on the other a maze of tentacles reach out and grasp the ground in violent thrashing.

>You end up taking the gasmask and the short sword which leads up to the tanuki making a joke about how you can’t even bear the smell of your own rod. Laughter ensues as she leads you to the teleporters leading to the matango forest.

>“Now remember Anon, matangos may seem kind and pretty but for the most part they’re actually mindless creatures who want sex day in and out and will turn you into a slave to achieve it. I recommend you put on your gasmask right now or you’ll probably be cumming before you even see the maiden.” She smiles and takes your chosen objects, throwing them both into the air for you to catch, of course you fail and she laughs with the crowd.

>The teleportation itself was actually pretty straight forward, apparently it only required you stand on a platform and close your eyes, the tanuki accompanied you there for comfort. “Just relax Anon. This will be over soon and you’ll be ba-PSYCHE!!!” The floor underneath you fell away revealing empty darkness. As you fell you could almost make out her voice saying. “Did you see that? He totally trusted me like an idiot!!!”

>Fuck that tanuki, you thought to yourself as you lifted your body from the ground. You could breathe through the mask but it was hard to see anything, in part because of the voluminous spores floating around you. The sounds of happy giggling and laughter filled your ears but you could only make out vague human shapes.

>You got to your feet and unsheathed your sword. As expected the source of the sounds were Matango maidens trying to lure you with kisses and waves. What you didn't expect was the hundreds of them present as the forest branched out into two paths. Each of which was laden with matangos looking for mates.

>On the path to the left you could make out moans of pleasure and sex resounding vigorously, to the right were garbled screams that you couldn’t make out, both of them presented terrifying prospects.

>You decide that any maiden enjoying sex with the matango probably isn’t a maiden that you can trust in. You turn to the path on the right and begin the arduous walk to whatever was producing the garbled sounds.

>At first you feel that it must have been magic, each time you came close to the source the sound disappeared forcing you to look around until it started up again . It was only when you hid behind a rock next to a field where you last heard the sound that you realized something had to be there.

>You peeked over the rocks and into the field where tiny mushroom girls occasionally peeked up with childish faces of inquisitive nature. Sure enough they started up. Only one of them stood up with a cheerful face to produce the sounds of someone being tortured.

>You had enough of that sound, with your sword held out you stomped into the field, her tiny face filled with terror and she immediately retreated into the ground with only her cap sticking out which you pulled her out by.

>She looked terrified with her mycelia thrashing around her as she tried to find balance. She was no taller than your finger. Perfect size for you to crush, that was exactly what you were going to do until she spoke.

>“Of not killings sire!” Her voice was eerie as she pleaded with you. “Please of not killings!” You looked for at the mushroom and in her eyes there was the spark of intelligence, something that her sisters and mothers didn’t have.

>Her tiny hands held together in a clasped prayer as she begged for her life with fervent intent. She screamed that she would help and that she was of smartness which you took as a sign that she was only slightly more intelligent.

>the mere mention of a maiden sent her into a smile as she grabbed your finger in a hug. “I know of maidens! Kind! Happy! Smile! Maiden friend, I of helpings for finding maidens!” She rubbed her tiny cheek against your hand and smiled.

>“What do you know about the maiden?” You tried to be polite with the little mushroom girl but getting her attention for extended periods of times was a challenge, whenever a spore flew by she lost all interest in your words and if there was one thing that there was plenty to spare it was spores.

>“Of knowings much! Maiden come when hungry! Give lots of white stuff from cup! Tasty tasty in belly for long times til hungry again! Maiden wear blue some of times, wear red some of times, wear orange some of times…” You watched her mark off every number that she knew, which was apparently her specialty as she listed nearly all the colors in the rainbow before finally quieting down.

>“Do you know where the maiden comes from?” You were beginning to lose patience and the risk of skin infection by matango wasn’t very appealing even if she was slightly more intelligent than her kin and cuter. She nodded and grabbed your nail to bite before looking up at you as if you had popped into existence at that very moment.

>“Oh! Maiden comes of sun place! When of sunning comes she walks of way!” Her expression was prideful as she detailed what amounted to useless drivel until you thought about her words.

>From the little you could actually understand from her way of speaking you thought she meant that there was some connection between the sun rising and the direction that the maiden appeared from. You looked up and through the heavy canopy the sun seemed to rise from the east, or west. One of those anyway.

>”Well thanks.” You nodded at the little mushroom who waved her hands at you happily until she touched the ground, the moment her mycelia made contact her expression turned to terror and her tiny arms outstretched desperately. “Of takings! Takings with tall man pleases!” Her screams were comical because of her size as she thrashed her arms while her sisters hid behind their caps scared out of their wit.

>With reluctance you allow the tiny mushroom girl to ride in your breast pocket, her hands excitedly grab onto the pocket fabric and stick her head out to watch the terrain pass by. Her face is of absolute amazement and fear. Matangos are stationary by nature so the idea of being able to explore was outrageous to them.

>She made sure you knew how incredible it was by pointing out everything she saw, even if you had seen the same thing a few meters back. “New grass! New trees! New boot, oh waits no. I same boot… New boot!” It reached a point where you considered telling her to stay down.

>The sun in the sky rose to its highest point and you felt as if you hadn’t scratched the surface of the forest, the maddening giggling from the matangos calling in the distance accompanied by the moans of mushroom men staggering set you on edge. It seemed more like an apocalyptic wasteland that you had the misfortune of entering rather than a forest. The only thing to break the bleakness was the occasional cries of “New boot!!” which seemed to be a particular subject of interest to the mushroom girl.

>You had reached near midday when it happened.

>Your boot sunk into the mud with a strange crack that you took to be a stick breaking in half. You still thought that as you had troubled removing it from the semi-liquid soil. It was only when you dragged out a reddish hand that you realized your mistake.

>It didn’t take long for the rest of his body to drag itself from the underground. Mushrooms clung from his skin like soil and his face was blank of all things, he was a husk, nothing more or less.

>Your only regret was not running, as soon as you unsheathed your blade another moan alerted you to the mushroom man stamping behind you, this was followed by several more from your left and finally even more from your right. You found yourself quickly caught between a mushroom and a hard place. (that place being their penis.)

>You don’t have time to consider the consequences of your actions, the first thing you have to do is kill the monster in front of you, and with a hack straight to the arm you’re on your way to doing just that.

>The sword they gave you isn’t particularly well made. It had enough of an edge that with repeated hacking you could cut through a body. Given that these creatures were men turned into mushroom their bodies were able to take quite a bit of damage before dying.

>Regardless of the obvious flaw in your plan you do exactly that. Every strike brings you closer to tearing off the arms of your assailant. With a grunt you lift the sword over your head and finally sever the joint of the mushroom man in front of you. It makes a sickening squelch as the stretched tendons fall apart and it hits the ground. For a second the mushroom turns to his obvious injury and moans before turning back to you.

>You’re just about ready to die when her voice calls out to you. “Of listenings!” You look down into the tiny but determined face of the impromptu dubbed Pocket-chan. She tugs at your breast pocket and screams for attention before speaking.

>“mushroom meanies are of caring for matatatangos! If matalangos are of trouble mushroom meanie always protect!” She smiles at you as if she hadn’t said anything that was obvious as the first of the mushroom men emerged from the bushes.

>She sighed and pointed to herself with big eyes. “I matongas! Of throwing me and they be leavings you alone!” you couldn't deny that her plan had some credibility the problem was the risk of killing her in the throw. She was extremely fragile after all.

>She tugged harder on your pocket for your attention. “Do not be of worries! If anything goes wrong you can of comings later to save pocket-chan! Ganbatte Tallman!” There was a chance you might escape if you ran fast enough anyway.

>You need to escape, that’s the bottomline that didn’t change in the entire equation. At the end of the day if you saved pocket-Chan it still wouldn’t change if you died here.

>You turn to the determined little fungus as you scoop her out of your pocket. “I’ll come back for you when this is over.” You tried to lay her down gently but the moans of mushroom men set your hair on end from how close it sounded. You needed to work fast.

>”When I go, scream. Alright?” she looked up with a confused face followed by understanding “Yes! Stop mantagos for Anon and he goes! Then Anon can come back and take Pocket-chan even more places!” She nodded furiously while agreeing with your plan while not retaining it at all.

>Finally she remembered and you set off. Her voice filled the air with the garbled screams that you had heard this morning and the effect of the mushroom men was instantaneous as some of the less infected began moaning with her and the husks began to scream helplessly as their daughter cried for help.

>You managed to escape a half mile later. The mushroom men didn’t put you very high on their list of priorities as you only needed to get out of sight for them to go back for their daughter. He sign that she was still screaming was the conjoined sound of dozens of mushroom men wailing with her.

>You were going to turn back when and continue your search when you saw something particularly strange. The ground was dotted with white plates that stuck out of nowhere. You could see one half covered in dirt and another a few feet away. You followed this as they multiplied and grew in numbers until you were walking a white shiny marble floor.

>It was at this point that you heard humming coming from a strange voice, she was humming the tunes to space jam.

>”Everybody… up… slam now… real jam… down at the space…” You couldn’t help but feel that the voice was familiar as you ventured further and further in the white marble palace before you.

>”Hoop baby hoop!” The voice was punctuated by the sound of stomping and other jovial cries of singing as statues of men began to pop up in the structure. At first they were of comical characters like a bunny or a duck or other creatures in uniforms with large numbers on their shirts.

>Then it took a stranger turn, as the voice grew louder the statues turned into men who looked African doing the same poses as the creatures from before. The same uniform as well, now grasping the orbs over their heads and playing out strange poses that looked like physical activities. The only connection was the orb in all of this.

>The voice was now an absolute scream as it clearly called out the lyrics to a strange song. “Party people in the house lets go It's your boy "Jayski" a'ight so Pass that thing and watch me flex Behind my back, you know what's next!” You shivered hearing the demonic tune as you passed through the last hall now the statues were worn by giant devils of deformed faces.

>You prepared a quick prayer as you approached the small door at the end of the hall and swung it open with a slam.

>”My hero, you rescued me!” Before you had time to look around familiar mischievous eyes and a familiar leaf jumped up to plant a kiss on your mouth with an accompanied giggle and a quick hug.

>The tanuki took no prisoners as she led you to the center of the room where two harpies waited patiently two lift you and the “maiden” back to the arena.

>”I guess it’s redundant now, but does the little hero have anything he has to do before returning to the arena? By the way you've done great work for the network, I might actually fall for you!” She smirked and grabbed your crotch for a quick squeeze and a wink.

>”What’s happening to the girls I defeat?” It was the only thing on your mind as pocket-chan and your step-imouto filled your thoughtd. You hadn’t meant to develop a relationship to these girls but you were an idiot. In the end you wouldn’t be able to rest until you knew that they were at least happy.

>The tanuki sneered and laughed. “Why should my husband to-be care about some contestants. You should only have eyes for me… and the ratings too!” She laughed and gave you a hearty pat on the back.

>”Now seriously what I meant is do you need to use the bathroom?” She smiled once again grabbing your crotch and making a silly face. You weren’t sure if all tanuki’s were like this but she had a way of getting on your nerves by simply existing.

>“I need to save my friend.” With that you pushed her out of the way much to her surprise and the stares of the harpies as if you had smashed their eggs. You were nearly back out the door and into the hall of statues when the solemn voice of the Tanuki called for you. “Anon... I’ll look up the order number on that goat girl?”

>She seemed surprisingly meek for someone who commonly made jokes and humiliated you on TV for a living. You told her that you needed to save pocket-chan which only made her angrier before sending a harpy to do it.

>Time stretched by slowly until the familiar sound of wings descending drew your attention followed by familiar garbled screams as the harpy carried a glass jar inside to which the tiny girl pasted her face with excitement, only doubling in it when she saw you. “A-Anon! Of over here!” She cried out as the coughing harpy tried to clear her throat.

>You grabbed the jar to greet your friend as the Tanuki gave the harpy instructions to go the nurse after she finished lifting the two of you back to the arena. Unsurprisingly the tanuki stuck you with the harpy who had just inhaled a variety of deadly poisonous spores.

>The flight was long and difficult to manage in one go, this was only made worse by the constant wheezing of the harpy holding you as she fought to keep herself lucid from the spores growing in her brain. With each few kilometers you could feel her slipping away while the tanuki happily screamed and laughed in the talons of the healthy harpy.

>The only person who was truly happy in all of this was pocket-Chan, now dubbed jar-chan as she looked out of her glass bottle completely entranced by the view below her while telling you how much she liked her new home. “T-There’s a cloud… There’s another cloud… “There’s a white thing… It’s a cloud!!!” you were kind of happy that she hadn’t lost her way at least.

>You were dropped off in the arena in time to watch the harpy cough up a growing mushroom. At once the floor was swarmed with kikimora’s dragging her away with catch-poles and tengu crows carrying extinguishers cleaning up the blood and vomit. The crowds didn’t even flinch as they screamed at your victory and the Tanuki.

>”King of the Onii-chans and now Father of fungus. This contestant doesn't know when to give huh?!” The tanuki raised her platform high in anticipation of the third and final challenge while the stadium burst into new cheers.

>In your hands pocket-chan shook violently. Trying her best to get away from the noise and the crowd of the cheering. Trembling in fear.

>”And as is tradition, the final challenge shall be a duel to the orgasm. This is where things get fun!” The tanuki smiled at you as two different cages lifted from the rest and floated beside her.

>”Choose Anon, which will you do your best to make cum, while not cumming!?” To her right an oni shook in steel bars with an enraged expression. To her left a salamander thrashed as her tail and arms were held in place. In the middle her smile looked down on you with mischievous eyes.

“I choose you tanuki.” You wanted to make her pay, deep down there was nothing else in the world that mattered more than escaping. Even deeper than that was the desire to turn the bitch in front of you into a sniveling mess of orgasms and tears, rather, that was exactly what you had planned, and once she proposed to you on the prompter you were going to tell her to go fuck herself.

A smile wider than the sea and more playful than anything she’d shown before spreads on her face. You almost didn’t believe it when she jumped down from the tall platform and onto the ground with a sound that was close to what you assumed would be a meteorite.

Smoke cleared slowly from the crater to reveal the Tanuki. Now she had on only her pants revealing a chiseled physique that was impressive for her small stature, the greedy look on her face only multiplied as she walked out of the crater and toward you. “I like money, and I like you too… But I love fucking!” She still found the time between fighting you and running this show to make jokes.

“Now Anon I won’t say you made the wrong choice, because it’s pretty obvious that you did!” She laughed in that tone that reminded you of businessmen sitting around a table smoking cigars and talking about shit that doesn’t matter. People who were disconnected from the world in all ways.

She chuckled at your expression as she moved forward gracefully. “Played Basketball you know, could’ve slammed with the best if I hadn’t chosen to jam with the rest!” You tried to find something to reply. “A-At some cushy school huh?!” Your words bounced off of her with a leery grin. “Try demon realm university! I could tear the demonlord in two, with my bare hands!”

She said this as her tiny hands lifted you effortlessly in a choke hold. Her other hand fondled your crotch with a smile on her lips and a light blush on her face. “You better fuck with this gameshow host!”

Your struggle in her grasp uselessly, no matter how you see it there is no way for you to make her cum in this sad state of yours, Pocket-chan is trembling in your shirt while the Tanuki’s efforts to warm you up continue without end in sight. Her face is a landscape of blush followed by those yellow eyes that diligently inspect your flaccid length.

Your hand grips on to hers and she looks up for a second, her smile never fading as she feels your hardening member in her hands. “Just calm down while I milk this first load from your penis dear, then we can have all that lovey dovey stuff that humans like so much.” She flashed a warm smile and dropped you to the floor where a dull thud alerted you to Pocket-chan’s discomfort.
“I’ll show you to
“You’re a hundred years too early to slam with me husband, maybe after we’re done I can show you just how to work this body, I’ll make sure it don’t hurt nobody.” She giggles and places her foot over your crotch despite your attempts to crawl back, her strength was too much to even compare to at this point. The warmth of her movements causes you to harden once more as she plays with the tip.

“Don’t you want me to jam on it? One on one.” Your resistance only works in making her that much more insistent as she drops to her knees and locks your legs into place. Her breasts aren’t large but they are perky and very much arousing. She passes her nose over the tip and inhales deeply. Her previously light red cheeks turn scarlet and her hands shake in her grasp. “Smelling this, it makes me want to jam all night from coast to coast, what do you say?” She bares her teeth revealing a needy smile as her hands dart to your length with short strokes.

1. Accept (tanuki route)
2. Pocket-chan turns into a giant basketballplaying monster (monstar route)
3. Your baphomet imouto appears at the end of the court (bill murray route)

“DAH-DAH-DAH-DAAH-DAH-DA-DAH!!!” You barely heard those words before the screams from the crowd overpowered all sound, the very ground seem to vibrate with the sudden announcement and for the first time the Tanuki didn’t seem to be aware of this.

“Nobody can slam with my Onii-chan but me and Charles Barkley!” You recognize that voice in time for the fist of righteous fury to come crashing down on the Tanuki’s head. A shadow stands above you with an aura of murderous hatred until it turns to you, all at once melting as the baphomet embraces you in a warm hug. “Kyaa! Onii-chan should know better than to drop-it rock-it, down the room with a girl who doesn’t have the space kaboom!”

At some point she had found a shirt similar to the one’s worn by the statues a large number 5 and the name underneath it “Bill Murray.” was printed in large yellow print. “I’s thought you would like it!” she smiled happily and buried her face into your chest where she enjoyed not having to share her Onii-chan with anyone. You were too grateful to take it away.

Of course given the nature of a final battle the crumbling ground was followed the heavy steps of the Tanuki recovering her balance. “Anon! Get ready to pass that thing and watch me flex it, behind my back you know what’s next to it!” She crouches as the muscles in her legs scream with adrenaline filled strength; a single jump is all it takes to make up the distance to you.

“You should’ve run away when I told you to brat!” Each circling the other in the half point in the form of a basketball. The Tanuki broke the silence with an arrogant smile. “You ready to take this into the overtime little girl?” Her teeth seemed like toothpicks ready to swallow the baphomet as she stomped the ground with her hooves. “Let’s get on the floor and jam!”

With that said they race to the center where…

(perspective change to baphimouto)

I step onto the court
The wind’s died down
There are 30 meters between me and the enraged tanuki
It’ll take her less than three seconds to close this distance and dunk me.
Therefore, the outcome of this game will be decided in the next three seconds

My mind’s clear
I know the scope of my magic
Projection using slamming concepts, basic basketball techniques, and accumulated years of jamming.
A reality basketball that inverts the world engraved on my court, the embodiment of the mental dunk using theory of slamming. The world ball.
Inheritence of basketaball technique, experience and physical strength from Charles Barkley. Correction, failed to read physical strength, my hooves will still be blown in one move.
Reality basketball “Unlimited slam works” isn’t usable.
Charles’ world and mine are different. I can’t reproduce his slam.
I can only reproduce what this imouto baphomet has learned, and the NBA Players she has recorded.
If I’m to use an NBA player from my left arm. I have to search within “Unlimited Slam Works.” From the Player best trained for this game and reproduce it.
I hold my breath and put all my slamming energy into my left arm.
I only need to understand the techniques that I can use.
I already know the precautions.
I have to move forward.
I have to go beyond that Tanuki and protect my Onii-chan.
I stare at her.
I see through her jams and slams
I open my left hand and grasp the imaginary surface of the ball that has yet to exist.
An extraordinary weight
This baphomet cannot handle this giant ball
But my left arm will definitely reproduce the strength of the Tanuki.

“Ah!”
It breaks.
A part of my brain dunks on itself.
My bones break, not being able to withstand the overflowing slamming energy. It’s unsightly like a basketball skin.
“Here I come…”
There’s no need to worry
Worry will only assist the broken parts
I will give my undivided attention to dunk her for certain.
Her eyes are like ominous score headboards
She gives a warcry and goes to slam her enemy, me.
The mad player.
The tanuki is insane but still the same.
She’s still fighting her battle against my Onii-chan.
She is dunked and out of the court, her game has ended twice over, and her body is crying, but she’s still fighting to protect my Onii-chan.
“One second”
The running tanuki won’t stop with one slam, and normal backdoor cuts are useless against her.
Traveling won’t do the trick
I can’t beat that Tanuki unless I use an alley oop beyond my level…
Therefore…
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Nine in my head
I use all twenty-four second violation circuits in my head and smash it one blow.
“Two seconds”
She’s right before me. Her muscular arms upraised.
Torrent and swirling fake balls.
She steps forward, and I confront her by also stepping forward.
Upper arm, collarbone, windpipe, temple, diaphragm, rib, ovaries, and thighs. I take aim at the eight targets.
“Set… Nine lives slam works.”
I surpass the crashing speed of sound using a Princeton offense!
But she doesn’t flinch
Her entire halfcourt defense has been torn through by her own basketball
But the Tanuki’s still defending
“HAA! AH!”
I step forward.
Her basketball is in my left hand
I’m faster
I can land a finishing dunk before Tanuki, who’s missing an eighth of her offensive play.
I raise the giant ball up to her ring and thrust it in, like a motion offense.
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But I lost
I put the entire slam I had into it
I used every ounce of the unfair advantage that I have. But it wasn’t enough.
Tanuki’s counter-offense attack draws near.
It’s swung down with hurricane force.
I twist my body
I use all of my jamming abilities to evade her prayer shot
I saw it coming
So I can pack it.
Tanuki’s attack will only graze my hoop
But that will still dunk me instantly
Even a grazing shot from that monstrous ball will be the end.
A direct set shot can even destroy the blackboard
Even a transition offense from the tip of the ball will scatter my points like a Memphis offense
The giant ball comes crashing down.
My vision freezes the instant my hoop is dunked away
But
The ball slammed with blinding speed
Is stopped with blinding speed
“…Huh?”
The slam dunk never comes
“…”
The enraged Tanuki is looking forward
Not at the baphomet, who’s under her.
She’s staring at the human boy who emerged from the bench, my Onii-chan.
I dunk her.
Without hesitation or mercy, I drive the giant ball into her hoop
There’s no counter-offense.
The Tanuki exhausts the last of her slamming force and crumbles to the ground, for good this time.
And at that moment,
As her red eyes fade away, they remain focused on my Onii-chan, telling me to protect him.
The game ends in an instant
It really does end in one breath.
The baphomet with trembling lips, said she was leaving.
She suppressed her fatigue and fear, put her hand on the red wristband, and walked away from her Onii-chan.
You went out to stop her.
You hesitated for a second, wondering what you could say. You couldn’t come up with anything, yet still followed her, your imouto.
The battle has already ended.
The Tanuki who once loved you defeated, her eyes still fixed on you.
Wind blows through the silent arena, as if signaling that the game has ended.

You walk uneasily to the baphomet, the scars on her face and the fatigue on her body is clear like the silence of the crowds. You would expect the kikimora’s to step in and take away the Tanuki but they don’t, the Tengu crows don’t fly down to help either. The axis of time itself revolves around your steps as they lead you to your imouto.

“O-Onii-chan?” She turns to you with empty eyes devoid of everything but the desire to rest. You quicken your pace as her knees tremble with exhaustion brought on by an effort tiring enough to take down an oni or a dragon in her place. Your arms grasp her in time for her conscience to fade into the abyss of sleep.

“I’m here.” The words are all you can say as you stroke her head in your lap. Her breath is short and shaky but determined. Your admiration and love swells in your chest for the little girl in your lap. “I… Iove you… Onii…” The words break a spell held over the crowd. With their utterance the first clap escapes a stunned member followed by a trail of cheers from all over. Beady eyes stare from all over at the spectacle that just occurred as more and more screams of approval ring throughout the stadium.

Before another five seconds have passed the stadium is set to flames with the encouraging yelps and screams of the entire Stadium. Simultaneously headlights from the roof flash down on you as a familiar Kikimora walks onto the stage in her spandex suit. Her face remains awkward as for the first time she doesn’t have the Tanuki to tell her what to do.

“C-Congratulations… Master!” She holds out a certificate with a gold star and your name scrawled in pen, obviously she had just drawn this up and handed it to you. Her hand taps your shoulder forcing you to look up into her eyes. “W-What do we do now? The maids and I?” She doesn’t seem able to make her own decisions, relying on you and previously the Tanuki to tell her what to do.


“Release the slaves; the time to slam has ended.” You stand up cradling the sleeping baphomet in your arms; pocket-chan cries something that you can’t understand as you walk off the court, the sound of dribbling in your ear. You’re accompanied at your side by the Kikimora who apparently has no idea how to do anything other than follow blind orders.  You walk through the door you entered earlier that day and swivel your head back into the blinding lights of the arena, the Tanuki grits her teeth as she thrashes on the ground in her attempts to get up. The cries of the crowd fade into barely audible static as your steps crash into the ground taking you further and further from the stadium.

You don’t go back home, they didn’t want you there anyway, their eagerness to sell you off to a fiancée that you didn’t even know was proof of that. The only family you had was the little girl in your arms and the laughing fungues in your pocket. The kikimora maid refused to leave you alone and followed closely behind as she straightened your hair out and asked you for orders on everything ranging from what to eat to what to wear. You don’t know how long you walked, only that it was enough to reach the inn that you had passed nearly 12 hours before reaching the spacejam, this meant that you had walked for at least 12 hours.

You collapse into a bed made of goosefeathers, you don’t remember paying for the room but you were here so you must’ve done it at some point. Your imouto barely moves her fluffy paws as her hands encircle your neck and draws you in. She’s still sleeping but she can sense the warmth of her Onii-chan next to her. Pocket-chan sits on the bedstand with a goofy grin on her face as she counts out how many fingers she has for the 12th time. [spoiler] The answer was still ten. [/spoiler]

The kikimora looked on your face with a strange sense of admiration and desire that she had only felt for her mistress, the Tanuki, before this moment. The ringing of the rain on the roof outside the window reminded her of a tune that the Tanuki was fond of.  Something to do with slams.


You woke up to the feeling of a stray feather in your face. At first you thought it was the pillow being torn by your imouto’s paws, instead the source revealed itself as the kikimora whose gentle face blew a warm breath on your own. Her cheeks were tinged red and as you got up her eyes fluttered to wakefulness. Her smile was full of devotion and admiration, her eyes twinkled like a love-stricken teenager as her hands tugged at your sleeve. “C-Could we cuddle just a little longer?” You had to pull away much to her chagrin“I’ll be back later, don’t worry.” You leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead which turned her cheeks scarlet and her eyes bursting with a fiery passion as she buried herself deeper into the blankets and rubbed her belly  which was taut with new life growing inside, your daughter.

You walked down the wooden stairs of your house and into the living room.  Expectedly two large curved horns peeped from the couch as well as the humming tune that your wife had taught her and that she took as her own. You peered over the top of the couch to find her happily scratching away at a journal with her crayons in hand. She looked up and likewise smiled as a gasp of excitement escaped her lips. “Onii-chan! Look what I’s drew!” In her hand she held out a ripped piece of paper where a beautifully detailed Baphomet held hands with a crude stick figure, the caption on top reading “Onii-chan and me eating ice-cream.” You smiled warmly at the girl who broke into giggles when you complimented the drawing.

It took you another 10 minutes to finally get her to let you go. She had a morning ritual she called the “Thousand Onii-chan kisses.” which she demanded of you before allowing you to go about your way. You wandered down one of the more remote halls in the house until the  shine of transparent glass. Her voice followed shortly after. “Hiya!” The giant dome of glass held clouds of spores but the only thing that mattered was the girl in the center, reaching up for you as you placed a gas mask on your face to enter.

“Tallman’s here!” She cried as you entered the enclosure where she enjoyed the silence and the peace of nature without the added side-effect of endangering anyone. She didn’t mind, or she didn’t understand why it was that she was here anyway. In the end as long as she could have her supplements and watch the spores around her you didn’t think that she would really care. Her hands tugged at your pants and she tried to pull you close for a kiss as she had become insistent on doing. Her lips met with the glass of your mask and she gave a wet smooch before laughing to herself. “Look what I found yesterdays of extra importance to me!” She swiveled in her mycelium and retrieved a particularly shiny rock in her hand which she offered to you happily. “Of takings for Tallman! Extra happiness for you!” You gladly took it and placed it in your breast pocket before she looked down at your feet and gasped. “New boots! New boots today!” You laughed inwardly and rubbed her mushroom cap eliciting a new flurry of giggles and red cheeks, they were the same boots you’d used for the last 2 years but she didn’t seem to remember anything about them.

You ended your morning by enjoying a walk in the garden, white marble fountains and crimson brick walls which made up the floor boards as you walked about taking in all the details. Your wife had been particularly useful in helping you design it as she insisted that “My daughter shall have a father that she can be proud of dear, not that I’m not already proud of you as you are.” With those same eyes that preached confidence and kindness. You sighed as you wandered back to the main building.

Your boots stepped onto the white marble with a dull thud, each step led you higher and higher up the stairs leading to the grand wooden door with strange carvings, the house itself was something out of a story, beautiful and imposing with too many minute details to take in all at once. Your house, your home.