The "Wargy" Parts 4 and 5

Ooops, sorry about that Kin, I completely missed the 14th for posting part 4, so here's the final two parts, and a day early at that!

But before that, if you haven't checked out the discord server lately I've been posting some wips in the "Update discussion" tab showing the improvements I've made to the Lust Combat system. I'm going to make a larger post about it this weekend, so stay tuned or join us on the discord server for more details as we make progress!

And now, for the conclusion of "The Wargy"

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The Wargy Volume 4

Slythus strode behind the army of wolves. Through slitted eyes he watched as wolf and rabbit clashed and cuddled together. A cacophony of kisses carried through the air and reached the reptile as he circled around the rear of the army. The wolfsbone had merged in a strange way with the lubricant, giving the wolves perfect purchase on the stonework. This allowed them to clamber up the wall around the gate as if it was open.

Both rabbit and wolf forces found themselves upon the wall. Othgar, who had been first among them, had launched himself upon the gatehouse which Prince Mince had stood to survey the battlefield. No one but the priestess and Slythus had known the effect of mixing lubricant with wolfsbone on stone and stone alone.

Prince Mince was caught woefully off guard by the powerful Othgar, and though 5 fellow rabbits had found themselves snuggling with the wolf lord, Othgar had managed to slip himself into Prince Mince up to the knot. They were both enjoying themselves quite a bit, and each were poised on the very edge of orgasm far swifter than either had expected to end up on that day.

In spite of the wolfsbone the wolves were using the lubrication as intended. Speeding up their moves and increasing their prowess in the art of Lust Combat to admirable levels on the stage of the battlefield. Such was the power of the lubricant in this land, with the ability to increase one's erotic output at the cost of ones’ own defense. If they could get a steady supply the wolves would be able to raid the local trade routes for months. No one would be able to escape the pleasurable might of their grabby paws.

This was all of course quite secondary to his own mischievous scheme, even Slythus’ dances with failure had proved ineffective. The old snake’s fond preference for self-sabotage coming undone at cockpoint. The Priestess awaited him now. He could feel her summoning him, tugging at his mind with those silk scarves she so often wore.

He could practically taste the light pink silk as he approached the city gate. Watching the way it wafted through the breeze. How long had he been in love with the priestess? Slythus could not know. It must have been as he had known her. Maybe more.

Yearning for his Vixen Slythus approached the un-aggressed southern gates. She bid the guards to let him up. The fools followed her orders gladly, opening up the gates for the true cumquerer to step foot within the city walls. With a fierce stride he made his way up the spiral staircase. Never had steps so frustrated a snake before.

Finally emerging at the top of the gatehouse Slythus strode to the edge. The groans bode well, both parties were enjoying each other greatly. Moans and groans echoed over part of the city, it was music to Slythus. He could taste his vixen on the wind, and after checking one final time that the battle was going as poorly as planned he turned to face her. The tender smile on that fox’s lips, those hands reaching for him, embracing him so free of judgment. It was almost too much to bear.

“Are the preparations for the ritual finished on your end? Are we to ascend this day?” said Slythus, pressing in for a kiss.

Slythus found the Vixen’s maw wanting, she took his forked tongue into her snout as she drew him in for a passionate kiss. She embraced him as no other ever had embraced him before. He pressed back, offering himself to her as the ritual called for. The ritual. Yes. She parted ways, his tongue tickling at her lips as she withdrew such a heavenly affection.

“You poor thing,” said the Priestess,” there will be no ritual.”

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War Orgy 5

“You play silly games vixen,” said Slythus with a smile.

“I am afraid the only game here is war dear,” said the Priestess, running her paw along the snake’s chin.

“I… I don’t understand love, we-” began the serpent.

“We’ve never met before darling,” came the whispered voice of the vixen at his side.

Slythus could summon up no immediate rebuttal. He knew the vixen well. Knew her body even more. No name or anything about her beyond surface details rose up. Just memories of a plan. A scheme with no aim. Glimpses of a ritual underdeveloped. Having it told to him now he could feel the falsehood inherent to those memories.

“But we had plans vixen…” said Slythus, still struggling to untangle his mind from her hold.

“Yes, plans to undermine wolves. You’ve been a most helpful servant serpent indeed,” said the vixen, running her hand along his slit.

Never before had the grown this aroused this swiftly. Slythus found his twin shafts falling into the other kin’s hands. It was clear now to him that this was not the embrace before the victory. She had been engaging him in Lust Combat for minutes already. Those cloying kisses. The explicit admission of magically aided manipulation. She was toying with him and had been for some time. Slythus of course, enjoyed this all the more.

“But the wolves, the wolves have reached the walls!” cried Slythus, his tail tightening around his own leg in an effort to pull himself out of this quixotically powerful hold.

“Oh Slythus,” said the vixen with a grin,” Prince Mince is a power bottom. Othgar stands no chance now.”

As if on queue the climactic cries of Slythus’ wolf charge revealed at once the vixen’s efficacy. Slythus looked back across the past only to see reminders even of his beguilement. How he had attempted to foil himself on this journey with a potion only for his foolish assistant to seize it. How he even attempted to turn himself in only to take enjoyment from the self-sabotage. Oh goodness yes, the self-sabotage.

“I don’t know if you’ll look cuter now, or when Othgar and he men are done with you. I’m certainly having more fun now though, why don’t you be a good serpent and finish up for me,” said the Vixen, tugging first upon one shaft and then another.

Slythus cried out in ecstasy. Powerful spurts of seed went rocketing forth each of those twin exposed shafts. With it the vixen coaxed out the charms she had laid upon the serpent, letting his mind be at ease save for anticipation of the repercussions. With their champion downed the wolves were quick to route. Everything went dark for Slythus.

One of the rabbit guards offered the vixen a towel with which to clean her hand. She bade them to deliver the serpent back to his camp with a letter revealing his treachery. As she returned to the finished-up front of the battle she caught sight of Prince Mince laying comfortably with some of the few wolves that had not been dragged back to the camp. Othgar was nowhere in sight, though his release still ran down the rabbit prince’s thoroughly soaked cape.

The few straggler wolves acquired their consolation, bringing out barrels from camp to steal as much of the moat as possible while the rabbit forces were too spent to wage a serious counteroffensive. They would, of course, be waking soon, and only a few such trips were mustered. In the end, the wolves, who had yearned to take the entire city, came away with only 15 barrels of wolfsboned lubricant.

The battle was won, the rabbits had enjoyed a great and momentous victory. The Priestess decided not to wake her charge. He had been through a lot that day and clearly desired his rest. She instead returned to her temple and took great pleasure in helping to keep the city both safe and satisfied. There were a lot of cutely pent up rabbits who were not able to see action that day, and they would desire much comfort indeed.

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Sometime later when he awoke back at camp he found Othgar reading over a note. The wolf man was tired, and growly. It was clear that the invading army had been defeated. 

“So… what did we end up getting?” asked Slythus, unsure of the stipulations of the defeat.

“All the lubricant from the moat we could carry on the retreat. Tinted with wolfsbone, useless for our aims,” said Othgar.

“Ah… I suppose the pleasure is still some small consolation…” said Slythus.

“It won’t last us very long Slythus,” said Othgar, revealing a strange cage-like contraption in his hand.

“Oh?” said Slythus.

“Yes, we were routed so swiftly that many of our men failed to reach a climax today, and we had a volunteer offer himself to any and all interested parties. No wolf will grope wolf today, not when there’s erotic revenge on the line,” said Slythus, fastening the twin cock friendly cage around the serpent.

“That will… that will stiffen my ability to absorb magic from this ritual, sir,” said Slythus, already filling out the cage in nervous anticipation.

“Yes Slythus, I suppose I do,” said Othgar,” I aim to rest before my turn arrives, do me a favor and enjoy yourself as much as you are able. I know you use our seed in your spells, so perhaps after tonight you can have a glimpse at the power you so ruthlessly lusted for.”

With that the wolf left before Slythus could response, the serpent, however, caught a glimpse of what lay outside his tent. A large procession of soldiers. Perhaps a third of the army even. Quite a line up indeed. And all for him. With a flick of his forked tongue, he sampled them all. He was in for quite the reward for his misdeeds. Though it would take a lot of effort.