Fuckrealm

"F..." she couldn't even bring herself to say it, the realm's name catching in her throat. "Isn't that a little vulgar?"

"Lass, everything about this realm is vulgar! You can't take two steps without runnin into something that'll get your knickers in a twist!" Scarecrow bounced, lantern swinging and bells jingling as he gave Ellen a wide grin.

Ellen gaped at her Half-life guide. "No! It can't be true!"

"Why not? The dreams of man, conscious and unconscious, flow into the Netherworld. You've been in the world of the living. Tell me you didn't think there would be a place for the perverted to call their home after death."

"I thought they went to Hellrealm!"

"Not all who die believe sex is a sin to be punished. Your modern culture accepts all but the most evil kinks. While the Undersea City dies, Fuckrealm grows!"

"It... it grows?!"

She looked at a window to the room and followed its light to the plush bed, its covers a mess with white splotches speckling the mattress. The signs of an act she had yet to know bore its hints to her eyes as she gave the room more thought. Books from a shelf lay scattered across a bearskin rug. A roaring fire's smoke rolled up the chimney. A small set of wine glasses and a bottle to add spilled red across a marble floor, but most telling was the set of clothes that formed a trail from fireplace to bed. The portal flower glowed in a vase to the bed's right, a sure escape she struggled not to take.

"Humans have many desires," Scarecrow said. "Fuckrealm contains every unconscious urge, every lurid fantasy... and many Folklore."

"A realm with more than one Folklore? How?"

"No one Folklore could guard this realm alone. Human lust is too strong to contain, its kinks too varied! To find your answers and move on to the next realm, you will need to beat them all!"

"I can't stay here! This realm is too... too..." she grappled with what she meant to say when her guide's gloved hand pressed against her back.

"This is no time for a moral dilemma! The Fuckrealm waits for the new wearer of the Cloak of Sidhe!"

"Hey, wait! I can't! Don't make me go!" she protested against her guide, feet pushing back until a grand shove forced her through the open doorway in a rolling somersault. Clad in the Cloak of Twilight, she stood and turned for the door when a wave of purple energy rose from floor to ceiling.

"Scarecrow! Let me in!" she smashed her hand against the barrier, its force rippling across until it settled into stability.

"It's time to grow up Ellen, you're not your mother's little girl anymore. And be careful! The Folk in this realm are likely to tear your cute arse apart just to spite ya!"

After a fleeting slam of her head against the barrier, she righted herself to the path thrust on her and gazed ahead. A long hallway of doors stretched out, a quick run to one and a jiggle of its handle permitting no entrance as the lock held firm. A second, third and fourth attempt brought the same results, her progress toward the hall's end taking her to the one door that would open. It creaked forth. She gingerly stepped inside to the wide, empty space of an unfurnished room. Moans made a ruffle in the white-streaked curtains on the windows, a sight she would have examined closer if she had the time. Invisible ripples formed in the smut-laced air that nearly made her gag, and with it she saw the first of this realm's Folk.

"These Folk. They look like..." She stared in confused awe at the wine bottles and vibrators creeping toward her in midair, the thought to summon up one of her own Folks completely escaping her as a splash of red flew at her from a bottle. A late reaction had her arms up seconds after it hit her in the face, wine soaking in her hair and dripping off her chin. She mumbled, wetness dribbling into the cleavage of her Cloak's bikini top as her head bowed down. Her eyelids felt heavy, a slump to the floor making her knees pull inward. Falling forward, her hood eclipsing her vision, the last she saw between her legs was the small Folk converging on her from behind as she drifted off to sleep.

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"Unh..." Ellen groaned softly as she started to come back from a pleasant nap, smacking her lips at the aftertaste that lingered on her tongue. She laid in a dreamy haze, savoring the remnants of blissful reverie, ignoring the dull ache that began to resonate from below. But as the numbness began to falter, and a veritable waterfall flowed down her bare back to pool under her, she felt....

"AAAGH!" she cried out, jumping to her feet as a fire ravaged her loins. Wide-eyed, she grabbed her crotch to feel the smooth leather wonder of her bikini bottom hugging tight while something pistoned as far in as her womb. Reaching further back, she felt the same over her Cloak-clad rear, cheeks parted to accommodate the painful invasion. The scent of wine coated her as she stumbled toward the curtains, wincing and moaning and biting her lip at the constant pummel to both holes. How they managed to burrow inside without ripping the fabric was a question that flashed to her mind briefly before the pain reminded her of priorities.

"AHN, how do I get these things out?" She seized up at an especially strong thrust deep in the wide-stretched cavern of her rump. Every forceful pound left the aftermark of her backside spreading out, the phallus sliding with greater ease the harder it drove a new space where tightness once reigned. Her legs quivered like jelly and gave out, bringing her to bury her face in the lacy red curtains. A heavy panting through grit teeth helped her ease the pain, her mind running through every tactic she could conjure to escape this madness. Spotting a wine bottle floating nearer, she raised a hand and sent her Pouke forth.

"AGH, enough!" she shouted as her Folk took three swipes and smashed the wine bottle in two, the glass shards dissipating to energy then nothing at the attack. For the second, she ordered one attack and witnessed the Folk's Id pop up. Amid the distraction, she caught the vibrators' pattern and grasped each as they poked through her bikini bottom. A quick yank pulled them out of the small ripple passage, both clattering to a halt on the floor. She spun around as fast as it took them to rise up, and thinking on instinct, she summoned her Pouke to slash. The three Ids displayed out to her, she held her hand forth, bridged the gap between them with mystical lines, and pulled. All at once, the Ids flew to her, a deep-seated knowledge of the strange Folk dawning on her with their absorption and the loss of their metaphysical forms.

"A Sleep Folk. No wonder," she groaned. Small, weak limps carried her toward the next door, sucking air through her teeth at the persistent ache. She responded to the onrush of bottles and vibrators when entering the next room by sending Pouke out to hit them all with three immediate blows. "No more."

Progressing through the next corridor, she fought back against each onslaught of the simple Folk, unleashing new power for her latest Folk with every downed enemy. Walking onward, light shone down on her as the next room's door swung wide. The familiar sound of an electric charge rang in her ears... and the blinding light of a flash pierced her vision.

"Wh-" she blinked, her blurred vision resolving as she saw three Folk. A camera floated high, bobbing about with a playboy bunny and maid each to its sides. She readied her hand to call up her trusty Pouke, but a thought all she needed. Yet as she found her perfect aim, a pang shot from her groin upward, rationale submitting to instincts when she felt a hot flutter in her chest. Lowering her hand, she smirked and gazed into the lens, fingers tracing the line of her bikini cup.

"Mmm... what are you waiting for? This whore needs exposure," she smiled as she posed for the camera, sliding her bikini bottom down her legs to bare her tight, tired petals to the camera Folk's flash. An accented moan dribbled from her lips as she squeezed her breasts and lurched forward, eyes closed in rapture.

"Teehee... are you getting everything? Here, let me give you a better view." A slide back on the bed gave her a perfect angle, her hands fumbling with the back of her bikini. The leather loosened on her chest, which rather unlike in her right state of mind, she carelessly tossed on the floor like a useless rag. A soft, enticing giggle flowed forth, her fingers dipping into her reddened loins to the tune of a light wince at the ache of her first fight in Fuckrealm. Bracing her hands tight on her inner thighs was all she could do to stop herself from creaming at the next pouring of bulb light the camera granted, wetting the mattress with a light trickle of the same arousal that flushed her chest hot red.

She ran her hands along that warmth, brushing a strand of hair from her face to gaze upon the other two Folk. "Don't tell me Folk can resist the latest skank to wear the Cloak of Sidhe! I promise the best."

With the maid and playboy bunny crawling up the sides of the bed next to her, Ellen smiled to her one-lens audience, wrapping her arms around the shoulders of her new playmates while they descended to her bosom. The gentle suckle of their mouths to her stiff nubs extracted a groan and a tighter embrace.

"Get everything you can! I want all the Netherworld to know what kind of tramp has become the new Messenger. My pussy is open for-"

The feel of lips wrapped around the ends of her bosom shifted from the desirous throes of passion to the slow sap of her strength, spirit growing weaker as she sunk into the mattress. She shook the last of her dream-state from her head. Fuzzy warmth turned to disgusted shock at the ravenous hunger for sex displayed by both Folk. Acting fast, she used the one recent acquisition that seemed to fit.

"AH!" the playboy bunny and maid cried as a shaft penetrated each. Lunging from the bed, Ellen ignored the rush of air on her naked chest and the quick snapshot of the camera, launching her new wine Folk at it. The red liquid soaked into the cracks and crevices of the floating machination, causing it to drop like dead weight and shooting out random sparks from within. Taking a few steps back, Ellen held both hands forward to create three translucent cords to the three Folk, yanking back to absorb their Ids together.

"Charm Folk, too?" Ellen recounted as she gathered the remnants of her bikini. "I need to be more careful."

About halfway into donning her Cloak again in full, she spotted the faint trace of something sorely needed. Walking over, Ellen reached down to the Life Drop and guided a handful to her groin. She couldn't help but sigh at the relief that spread through her, looking down as the redness tinged to her natural skin tone. Likewise, another drop to her aching rear carried renewed vitality, the bikini bottom slipping back on snug and smooth. Hand clasping the door handle, she opened and stepped through the small gateway.

A small flower glowed to her left, the hallway leading to an ascent of stairs where a much larger wooden door waited. And standing before it, decked out in his regal robes with staff firmly planted to the ground, was the Faery Lord.