Night Parade 108 pt. 1

[10:53]Morikawa Sachiko: Humans and demons never quite got along, and it was doubtful they ever really would. No, theirs was a history steeped in blood, sex, and butting heads. Attempts had been made to bridge the gap across the world, but they were stopgaps in a relationship spiraling into nightmares and subjugation. Morikawa Sachiko knew better than the turncoats that tried to make it political, make it all clean and neat and orderly, and as she looked out over the barely-lit floor of her dance club, "Night Parade 108," she smirked to herself. Humans were fucking retarded. A bunch of mindless cattle waiting for a whip to snap and tell them where to go. Even now, even with all the signs posted on the entrance, she could see some human slut grinding her ass against a minotaur's lap in a corner booth. She could see some spinless human pussy sniveling at a succubus' heel. And the growling. The whimpering. She leaned back in her seat and sighed happily. Music to her ears.

Humans belonged under demons. It was as simple as that. Sachiko knew it, and she did her best to make sure the infernal side wound up on top. There was nothing more obedient in the world than a human who craved infernal sex, so she provided a place for the deviants to flock to. Behind the varnished surface of the bar, under the flashing tiles of the dance floor, just a shade quieter than the music thmping from the speakers, there was poison. A poison that infected the mind, heart, and soul of every human who walked through the doors.

[11:03]*Miko Miyake had spent three days casing the club, watching the goings in and out, what demons went in, what humans... And which ones didn't come out. She was impatient, wanting nothing more than to kick down the door and start slicing, but she knew that there were more humans than demons in there. "Well, fuck..." She had murmured to herself, the initial kill first ask questions never approach that she favored rendered ineffective. The fourth day was what had come of her planning, and as she followed a crowd, blending seamlessly into the social scene, she had to constantly remind herself that this was just recon. She'd get in, get the lay of the land, and get out, no mess, no fighting, and no indulging her barely restrained desire to grind on any of the myriad of monstrous demons that she knew made the club their regular hangout. Batted eyelashes got her by the bouncer, unspoken hints that she'd make it worth his time adding to her natural charm, and soon she was in. To call what she saw and felt as the club hit her full force 'shocking' seemed an understatement. No, she staggered a step, disguising it as a slip of her heel. One sleeveless mini dress being straightened later, and she was out on the dance floor, moving, shaking, grinding against human and demon alike. Incubi, minotaurs, anything that could dance got her as a partner, Miko trying to keep notes of what was there even as the sweltering air made her soft skin glisten, giving her an alluring shine.

[11:14]Morikawa Sachiko: The bouncer had reported to Sachiko immediately, pointing out the girl in the crowd. They weren't stupid, and Miko wasn't as spotless in her success rate as she thought. No, they'd recognized her immediately, and there was no way she'd be getting out without blowing her cover and getting violent about it. "Two bouncers by the front door, have a succubus planted in the bathroom in case she tries to get out through the window there. Staff exits are locked, both locks, and..." Sachiko tapped her chin, narrowing her eyes. "Let's change the track. Something nice and heavy." She snapped her fingers, standing up and making her way from her perch down to the club proper. "And give the air a dose of 'K.'" The bouncer nodded, tapping out the orders and sending them to the appropriate teams, and soon the club's tension was thicker than ever, a barely restrained warzone.

And then, for the humans, it melted. The bassline dropped to a menacing, mesmerizing baritone, and the air seemed. Hotter. Inhibitions faded away. Demon cocks looked fatter, throbbed harder. Succubus' chests drew the eye that much surer, and the sway of feminine Baphomet hips was that much harder to look away from, even as their barely-covered members hinted at a certain masculine edge. The humans, bless their hearts, were reduced to more or less swaying before they were plucked up by the first monster to call dibs. The air was awash in pheromones, and only the most strong-willed would be able to resist.

Sachiko stepped up behind Miko, pressed her hips up against the girl's rear, and cupped one of her tits, immediately grinding up against her. "Hey, babe. Haven't seen you around here before." The hardness between her legs was immediately apparent, thick and throbbing even through the two layers of fabric. "What's your name, babe?" Her voice was a low, sibilant hiss in the demon hunter's ear. "I'm Sachiko."

[11:35]*Miko Miyake went stiff as a board. The music and the air had changed, and as humans started disappearing from the dance floor, the Baphomet at her rear and succubus at her front battered down Miko's mental barriers, weakening her willpower. So much so that she scarcely noticed when the succubus slipped away with a kiss to her collarbone, to go do her new duty as a guard in the toilet. The Baph scarcely had enough time to be away before Sachiko was there, on Miko, and she knew she'd stepped into the middle of shark infested waters. The bulge that pressed against her rump and thighs, a surprisingly girthy growth for what was very obviously a girl behind her, and the press of two bodies broke Miko's brief reverie. One large, perky, soft breast practically spilled over the demon's fingers as the hiss in Miko's ear demanded a response. Swallowing heavily, her cheeks flushed and body so heated that even the near non-existent dress felt suffocating, she spoke in a wavering voice. "I'm ah... New in town." She lied dumbly, but keeping up the act. "My name is Miko, you have such an... Exotic... Club, Sachiko-san."

[11:44]*Morikawa Sachiko kissed at Miko's neck, biting down gently. "New in town, huh? Well, you sure stay well-informed despite it. Pretty impressive you knew I ran the club on your first visit." She groped Miko's tit harder, her free hand sliding down the woman's belly to nestle itself between her thighs, stroking at Miko's sex through her underwear, if she was wearing any. "But yeah. 'Exotic' is the right word, I'd say. God, you have no idea how many sluts come in here just to get fucked by some fat-dicked demon." She ground up against Miko's fat, wobbly rear, grinning to herself as her voice tapered down into a low, seedy whisper. "First day, maybe a minotaur. Then an incubus. Then a satyr, a centaur, a werewolf, and then she's done. She'll never fuck a human again, not in a million years. Never start a family, never have any kids besides a few babies her owner pumps into her."

"You one of those slut, Miko-chan? The kind who gets so immediately hooked on demon cock that she just bends over and lets herself become a demon's slave?" She smirked and pressed another kiss to Miko's ear...before stepping back and grabbing the girl's hand. "Aw, I'm just fucking with you, babe. Let's get a drink and talk in a booth. The dance floor isn't private enough for what I've got planned with you."

[11:51]*Miko Miyake really was about to spill out of her dress, Sachiko's words like honey in her ear, making the Huntress grateful that the Demon didn't see her face, as she chewed on her lower lip nervously. The other hand, dipping below her taut tummy to lift her dress exposed pink satin beneath the black dress, pressing wetness against her thighs, rubbing, taunting, arousing her until she almost let loose a moan. This wasn't her, and Miko knew it, but being groped and grabbed, led like a pet to the booth, she didn't know what else to do. "Y-yeah... Drinks..." She half mumbled, barely keeping pace with the blatantly, excessively lewd Sachiko, holding her hand, forgetting that she was here to scout as Miko let the owner of the he club order her drink, scarcely aware of anything beyond keeping close. "Booth's good... Let's... Yeah, let's talk there."

[12:01]Morikawa Sachiko: The drink was more like a chemical cocktail laced with alcohol and fruit juice sweet enough to mask the taste than it was a drink laced with drugs. Put the bitch in heat, make her pliable, malleable, suggestible. Sachiko grinned, winking back at the succubus bartender that slid the drink to her. "Here, drink up, babe." She pressed the glass to Miko's lips, tipping it up, up, up until she'd sipped down every last drop. From there, Sachiko eased the oversexed shortstack into her lap, smirking and giving no pretense of any further discussion as she mauled Miko's breasts with her hands, just groping and squeezing and pinching the soft, jiggling flesh of her chest. "So you're a slut, right? A dirty, demon-obsessed slut?" She nuzzled into the crook of Miko's neck. "Why else would you have come here? You know what happens here. Humans end up demon-addicted slaves. Don't act like you're the exception here."
[12:08]*Miko Miyake faintly registered the refreshing chill when the drink first touched her ebony painted lips, but mere moments after it had hit her stomach, she was mewling, not even knowing it! Such a sweet, soft, pliant girl, was helpless to fight back, the soft whimper in her voice pausing only when she parted those lovely lips to let out a sighing moan. Groping hands worked her free of her dress, a soft moan of protest silenced when Sachiko found the twin pleasure peaks and gave them a pinch, making Miko jolt like a taser had been pressed into the small of her back. Soaking panties rubbed against the bulging tent that the demon had been rubbing into her juicy rear, staining her pants with slick sensual fluids. "D-demon... Slut?" She would whimper, sucking in sharp, short breaths with every squeeze of her massive tits, as if she was clueless about what her fate would be...

[12:24]*Morikawa Sachiko tosses the discarded dress to the side with a snicker, shifting Miko in her lap such that the demon "hunter's" chest mashed up against Sachiko's relatively modest bust. The fat of Miko's naked tits jiggled as Sachiko gave her ass a smack, and her peach of a rear was sent similarly wobbling by the impact. Sachiko had managed to slip her cock out of her pants in the meantime, and soon she was prodding at the entrance to Miko's soaked cunt with the tip of it. "Yeah. That's what you are, right? A demon's slut. My slut." She picked up another drink, tipped it to Miko's lips, and had the girl drink it down before sealing her mouth off with a kiss. "And whenever you hear the words 'demon slut,' you're going to remember that you're stained with my scent. That you're mine. And even if you forget all this happening, which you will, you'll remember deep down that Morikawa Sachiko, oni, is your owner." She gave Miko's ass another smack, chuckling as she thrusted her hips upwards and hilted herself in Miko's dripping sex.

[12:41]*Miko Miyake was still alert when the smack came, a soft yelp escaping the pliant girl as her chest mashed against Morikawa's own, rubbing, grinding, poor Miko on the ride of her life, naked but for heels and panties. Of course, Sachiko didn't have to work hard to get the latter off, letting them join the dress, forgotten, owing to the swollen Oni cock pressing against her folds, making the horny little Hunter slut's liquid lust coat Mori's cock. A second drink proved to be the breaking point, Miko's violet eyes losing that faint spark, dulling into complacent control while the mental programming set in. Demon Slut... Owner... Morikawa Sachiko. Were she more willful, she could have resisted, but as it was, the cock slamming to the hilt, hammering in till balls bounced off her juicy peach of an ass was like an exclamation mark on the command. Stuffed to full with womb bulging Oni cock, Miko could do little more than howl, throwing her head back as the cry of lust sounded out, filling the club with her sweet agony. Miko's nails dug in tight, holding on even as her hips moved without conscious effort, squeezing the throbbing, living shaft, filling the booth the pair shared with squelching slurps, Miko's lipstick smeared on Mori's lips, the taste of the Oni fresh on her tongue, overriding even the sweet scent of the mind fogging cocktail.

[12:51]*Morikawa Sachiko hissed in Miko's ear as she stuffed the demon slut's cunt full of wall-stretching, womb-filling cock, hilting herself in Miko with every brutal, hungry thrust upwards. "And you're going to tell every other demon hunter you know to come here, that this place needs to be reconnoitered, canvassed, inside and out. You're going to tell them that they need to be careful, that they can't hurt anyone here, there are too many humans." She pressed a kiss to Miko's nipple, sucking the pink nub into her mouth and shivering at the velvety tightness of her walls. Pulling back with a pop, she continued her instructions. "And you're going to go with them, every time. And you're going to tell me when you're coming, every time. And you're going to make sure they end up a demon-addicted cow, every. Time." Sachiko's voice was a low, demanding growl, her cock stretching, filling, pushing up, up, up into the demon whore's over-stuffed snatch and making the dumb bitch drool more and more. "Say, 'Yes, owner. I'll get off so hard, helping other humans see that they're nothing but cattle.'"

[12:57]*Miko Miyake wasn't so much having sex as getting fucked, long, hard, and deep, Morikawa so in control of the slutty Asian fuck doll that every command took root deep in her subconscious, demanding to be followed, as primal an instinct as breathing, or blinking. Each thrust had her squealing, every wet plop of spunk filled balls against Miko's ass sending goosebumps up her spine. It was only when commanded to speak that she sucked up her drool, her tongue pulled into her mouth. She knew she wouldn't get a pause, cows didn't get pauses, after all, and so she spoke between brutal thrusts that sawed against her walls and womb. "Yes Owner! I'll... Get off so hard... Helping other humans.... Nnnnfuck... See that they're nothing but... Caaaaaaattle!" She squealed, involuntarily driven to orgasm as Morikawa dragged her down, the suckling on Miko's tender nipple and constant hammering brutality of the breeding rod in her womb overwhelming the poor drugged girl.

[13:10]Morikawa Sachiko: It was music to her ears, every keening moan Miko made, every thick, wet schluck as she pulled out of Miko's cum-hungry snatch and every splort when their hips mashed together again. Schhhhlick, splut, splorch, over and over, mixing deliciously with the throbbing bass of the club's music. By now, the club had descended into a hot, wet orgy of unadulterated fucking. Minotaurs brutalized innocent human girls with their thick, veiny cocks, and succubi rode men to gasping, shuddering orgasms, and Sachiko was no different. She shivered, pulling Miko in for a hot, wet kiss, her tongue pushing possessively into Miko's mouth. She reached up to grope Miko's chest again, and as the bitch spasmed and clenched around Sachiko's throbbing prick, the oni felt herself tip over the edge. She came with snarl against Miko's mouth, splorting her seed up into her newest cow's cunt, filling her womb up with splurt after thick, musky splurt. Soon the splt-splt-splt of their hips mashing together was made further slicker by the cum overflowing from Miko's sex, and Sachiko sagged back in her seat, grinning lazily as she emptied her cum-heavy balls into the so-called "hero." After dumping her load into the slut, she purred languidly...and gave Miko's fat, wobbling ass a smack.

[13:20]*Miko Miyake likely would have howled again were her mouth and lips not so thoroughly preoccupied with sucking saliva out of Sachiko's mouth! Tongues did not wrestle so much as Miko milked the intruding Oni appendage, and when the first womb drowning blasts of spunk splashed against her inner womb, she seemed like she might have been convulsing... Although none of the others involved in the wild, life ruining orgy of sex and hedonism noticed or cared, all too caught up in their own pleasures and perversions. Every pulse of the prick within her made her jolt and clench, milking Morikawa for more, the mind numb Miko mewling even as her taut belly bulged, moments before slurping, glopping overflow splattered in a lewd waterfall of tainted white down the booth seat. She rode still though, an erotic, grinding ride, Miko's hands running down her curvy body ad she gave in to her base desires, Sachiko's shaft getting milked constantly until finally her balls ran utterly dry.

[13:30]*Morikawa Sachiko groaned with utter, total satisfaction, resting her hands on Miko's hips as she dribbled the last few droplets of cum into her newest slut's cunt. "That's a good girl, that's a good girl..." She pressed a kiss to Miko's forehead, grinning. "And as you drift away to sleep, back to the real world, you won't remember a single minute of this. You'll only think you came to the club and found out that it was too much for one girl to handle, so you have to bring all your friends next time. You'll get all dressed up in 'disguises' and come here as a group. And you'll be the traitor that helps them all see their place. But you'll think you came here again to take us demons down." She pressed another gentle kiss to Miko's lips, smirking. "And then in nine months, well. You'll be married to me. Consider this..." She patted Miko's belly, right where her womb would be. "...too be a deadline of sorts."

[13:38]*Miko Miyake cooed softly, little more than a writhing, happy mess, caught up in the sweet release from thought and concern. She'd be dooming every Hunter in the area soon, but for now, Owner was happy with her. Owner had soft lips, and as Miko felt Owner's hand on her womb, a smile bloomed on her face, one devoid of fear or worry, mere happiness that she had served so well all that mattered, even as her eye lids grew heavy, her body going slack. Sleep was trying to take her, but Owner was the one who decided if she'd get to sleep.

Editor's Note: Removed System and OOC Chatter, collapsed one multiple post into a single.