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  • papabearsixtynine@lemmynsfw.comtoRule 34 Stories and Games@lemmynsfw.com•Spooktober saga 1: The RecruitmentEnglish
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    It’s something of a tidy arrangement I have with the Gator Men that live in the sewers of this major city. They feed me info on comings and goings and shakings in the monster world, and every so often, I feed them by letting them participate in my… “recruitment” process. Not the most ethical arrangement, I know, but in the war to protect humanity from the things that go bump in the night… sometimes sacrifices must be made.

    My last crew of hunters got squad-wiped during our raid on the Tomb of Amunet-ankhet, a crazy, lich-queen mummy sorceress with delusions of godhood. Managed to destroy her phylacteries and banish her soul to the void, but not before she killed my huntresses. Now, I hear rumblings of a new dark threat on the rise. I’ll need a new crew. So now I’m back overseeing another one of these orgiastic blood baths.

    I’m not very familiar with this latest crop of ladies. As the gator-men come pouring into the foyer of this haunted mansion’s vestibule, I stalk along the balcony of its mezzanine level, eager to see which girls are able to make it to the grand staircase and climb up to safety and a spot on my squad. Only five get to make the cut. The rest, get thrown to the gator-men.

    I’ve immediately had my eye on the first girl to make it all the way up the staircase–a blood-stained kill-crazy chick named Alice Liddel I can’t help but raise an eyebrow at how she slashes her way through a swathe of charging gator-men, then pounces on two of the girls who have actually made it to the staircase first: Wendy Corduroy and Marnie. With ruthless glee, Alice grabs Wendy and Marnie by their hair, and yanks them backward off the stairs, causing them to fall backwards and directly into the clutches of a cadre of hungry and horny gator-men, who waste no time availing themselves of the two young ladies.

    The second girl to make it up the staircase is one of the eggheads of the group, Tae Takemi. As street smart as she is book smart, she manages to convince two of the other younger women, Juleka Couffaine and Samantha Manson to make a bee line for the stairs, telling them she will clear a path. Naively, the two girls bolt for the steps, and right into a circle of gator-men, who begin tearing their costumes to shreds. Takemi manages to slip around behind the preoccupied lizard-men, ignoring Juleka’s and Sam’s cries for help as she saunters up to the balcony by my side.

    At the center of the fray, no less than 12 gator-men busy themselves with 3 of the potential recruits. It’s difficult to make out at first, but as the bodies writhe and thrash about, I realize that the three woman are Velma Dinkley, Daphne Blake, and Morticia Addams. I’m not surprised to see Velma and Daphne taking the brunt of the gator-men’s attentions, but am more than a little shocked as, one by one, Morticia fucks every gator man that pounces on her into a squirt-soaked coma. She’s voracious, insatiable. It gets to the point where the gator men that are still left standing have elected to wait their turns with some of the other ladies, leaving a well-fucked and satiated Morticia alone amidst a slew of unconscious lizard-man bodies. Slowly, Morticia stands, fixes her hair and straightens her gown. Offering Daphne and Velma a wink and blown kiss in response to their cries for help, Morticia gingerly steps her way through the mass of scaly muscular bodies strewn before, and floats effortlessly up the staircase to stand at my side. “Well, I’ll be damned,” I say to Morticia, as she slinks close to my body up on the balcony. “Only if you’re lucky,” she responds, batting her eyes coquettishly.

    Casting her eyes down to the orgiastic bloodbath down below, Morticia calls out to her daughter, “Wednesday, dear. Stop playing with your food!” My eyes spy the second Addams girl, pretty and petite Wednesday, standing back-to-back to back with two other gothic lolitas, Celestia Ludenberg and Kiruni Tojo. They are standing atop a mound of dead and bleeding gator-men bodies, taking on all comers as they dance and dart and slash and spellcast between the fiendish rapist man-crocs. What a trio I think to myself, admiring their monster hunting skills. There are already three up here on the balcony next to me. That means I only have two spots left. “Yes, mother!” Wednesday yells, back, then to the two gothic lolitas she has been fighting side-by-side with, Wednesday says, “That was fun.” With that, Wednesday pulls the two goth lolitas together in front of her by their floofy skirts, then pushes them both directly in front of her down the slope of fallen gator men. In a trice the two Danganropa girls are overwhelmed and seized by flanking waves of gator men, allowing Wednesday to skip unscathed to the safety of the staircase. Bounding up the staircase with child-like glee, Wednesday comes to stand next to Morticia and fixes me with an unsettling death glare. Cold-blooded.

    The last three girls still fighting are Gwen, Ruri Gokou, and Misa Amane. Morticia asks which one I fancy the most. As Gwen succumbs to a trio of gator men who begin stripping her and invading her holes, I shrug, admitting that while I find Misa to be sexier, it could be advantageous having a catgirl on the squad. In a dead-pan delivery, Wednesday suddenly says, “I’m a cat girl.” Frowning, I look over to regard Wednesday, who, bewilderingly, has some how instantly changed into a sexy cat girl costume. Suppressing a chuckle, I shake my head in resigned acceptance and say, “Okay, Misa it is.” Morticia asks Wednesday to “be a dear” and please fetch Miss Amane to come and join us. With a sullen, dead-eyed expression, Wednesday maintains her stare at me as she jumps over the balcony and somersaults and cartwheels herself back into the fray. Wednesday ignores the cries for help from the other girls, manages to rescue and extricate Misa Amane from the few gator men left without a victim, and helps the Death Note girl escape to the staircase.

    My Squad of Five: