Chapter 107

“You like that, eh!? Like that!? Then drink some more!!” a muscular beastkin woman in a dirty tank top pushed down a Purple Cape guard into a big puddle of milk, while holding down another with her knee.

“Woah,” Olivia gasped.

The Purple Cape had led them to where the prisoners from the Wholesome Inn were imprisoned. However, none of them were in the Pit. Instead, they huddled together, as far away from the milk that spread across most of the floor and flowed down into the Pit. And as for the guards, they were either unconscious, drinking milk, or forced to drink by the beastkin that seemed to have manhandled them all.

The beastkin’s hair was nearly as dirty as her once-white tank top, but spots of pink still showed. As did her cat ears and the long tail, both of which were in desperate need of some grooming. But, the owner of the Wholesome Inn was unmistakable, as was her much more feminine sister, standing further back with the other captives from the Inn.

“And here I was almost considering worrying about you,” Ember chuckled. “Having fun?”

“These spineless bastards wanted to force the prisoners to drink all the encroaching milk in a last-ditch effort to save themselves!” Y’Shtara growled, nearly drowning both guards in the milk.

“How would that work?” Ember asked.

“T-they figured that if we drank all of it, there’d be none left to spread to them,” Y’Shlata said timidly. “So, when they unlocked the Pit, sis used the opportunity to... ‘Give them a taste of their own medicine’”

“Beatrice!!” a young buxom, barely dressed fox girl ran toward Beatrice with arms spread.

“Oh, y-you’re fine!” Beatrice barely remembered who it was that ran toward her. “I’m glad—”

SLAP

Oh, Beatrice wasn’t quite expecting that. At least I didn’t take any damage from that, Beatrice noted, though the burning sensation in her left cheek was substantial enough to indicate that the fox girl did not hold back.

“‘FINE’!? YOU LEFT ME!! First you want me to carry your child—”

“You wanted that—”

“—Then you abandon me! All of you!!” the fox girl pointed at Beatrice, Ember, and Olivia. “I woke up all alone!! Not that it’s anything new to be fucked and dumped but I thought you were different!”

“You did?” Ember asked in surprise.

“Fuck you! The next thing I knew those Purple Freaks were turning the Inn upside down!!”

“Wait,” Beatrice looked around at all the former captives from the Inn. “Tabitha’s not with you?”

“Who?”

“A skinny green-haired mage with a list of fetishes bigger than the number of cocks you gagged on in a week,” Ember explained.

“H-how dare you!” the fox girl growled.

“Then ... Olivia, we left you with them,” Beatrice turned to the ninja girl, completely disregarding the fox girl. “When was the last time you saw Tabitha?”

“Right where you left her,” Olivia shrugged. “I left soon after you two to register for the Games. I left them both sleeping.”

“Tabitha, Tabitha, Tabitha!” the fox girl got increasingly mad. “Is that all you care about? Ah, wait ... Beatrice, what’s my name?”

“Look, I’m sorry you’ve been through this, but we’ve all been through hell, and right now I’ve got more important things—”

“It would take you a second! My name! The name of the girl that you cared so much for that you got her pregnant, what is it?”

“Eh...” It started with an R—Beatrice managed to remember that much. But no matter how much she strained her memory it was no use. With time running out, there was only one thing to do... “R-Rosalia?”

“YOU’RE GUESSING!?!”

“It’s been a long time!”

“It hasn’t even been two whole days!!”

“It-it hasn’t?”

“NO!!”

“Huh ... Somehow it felt like a lot longer than that,” Beatrice noted with legitime surprise. That time in the Wholesome Inn, so much had happened since then that it really did feel like a lifetime ago.

“Are you done?” Olivia looked at the fox girl with disdain.

“Captured, interrogated, thrown into those stinking pits,” Rafaelia listed off what she went through. “Threatened to be turned into a meal! And this is what I get from my rescuers and would-be parent of my child!?”

“Oh, please!” Y’Shtara groaned. “When was the last time you even heard of a pregnancy? What makes you so sure you’re pregnant?”

“I’m sure!” Rafaelia all but fired bolts of death with her eyes at Y’Shtara.

“Well, isn’t that sweet!” Ember mocked the fox girl and threw a glance at Beatrice. That one look told Beatrice that Ember remembered quite well when Beatrice told her about the pregnancy. “But it looks like we still have people unaccounted for.”

“Well?” Beatrice looked at their captive, ‘volunteering’ guide.

“I-I-I don’t know everyone by name!” Jim, the guard, stammered, on the verge of fainting. “I heard most of the prisoners from the Inn were taken here. Maybe some of them were placed in another cell after interrogation? Maybe some died together with Captain Rivaldo in those fires?”

“FIRES!? WHAT FIRES!?” Y’Shtara raised her voice as she jumped to her feet. The guards that she held down no longer needed any help slurping up the milk from the floor.

Beatrice threw a glance at Ember.

“Oh ... About that,” Ember let out a nervous laugh. “After you were captured, I heard there was a fire in the Beaver District. As far as I know (we were on our way to the palace then) they put it out quickly, but your Inn might have also been partially caught in the fire, maybe?”

“Might have?” Beatrice remembered clearly the fate of the Inn.

Y’Shtara closed the distance between herself and Ember in two seconds flat and grabbed the fire mage by her new, sexy outfit, “I swear, that if there’s so much as a broken window, you’ll pay me back if it’s the last thing you do!”

“We don’t even know why the Purples captured you. For all we know—”

“AS IF!!” Y’Shtara interrupted Ember’s bullshit. “Beatrice this, Beatrice that! That’s all any of us were asked any time they questioned us!”

“Fair enough,” Ember shrugged. “I’m sure Lord Belmot will be more than willing to part with a few additional possessions of his after we have a persuasive talk with him.”

After Y’Shtara let the fire mage go Beatrice returned her attention to Jim and said, “We still haven’t found everyone. What about those from the Games? Maybe Tabitha’s with them?”

“I heard that some were put in isolation, including our own men,” the guard explained. “Something strange happened to them. I don’t know where they’re kept. Others might be on the next level. A good portion were either drunks or high out of their minds.”

Beatrice took note that she hardly saw more than a couple of people she could recognize from her time in the mines. And none of the survivors from the tournament itself: neither Lilith, nor Number Seven, nor—

“Felicia,” Beatrice said in a low, venomous tone.

“The insufferable little scout for the Guild?” Y’Shtara asked.

“That would be the one,” Olivia nodded.

“Oh, I can lead you to her!” Jim jumped at the opportunity to be useful. “Just a little while ago we had to change the guards there because one of the princesses murdered them all.”

“Then lead us there at once!” Beatrice ordered. “I have some unfinished business with her.”

Beatrice then thought for a second, turned to the milk slaves that guarder Jim and said, “You two, go find our big friend and bring him to us! Actually, wait a second, we’ll mark the way as we go, I’ll just need—”

“Wait, you’re CONTROLLING them!?” Y’Shtara asked Beatrice. “What the hell did you do to them!? EMBER, what did you get me and my sister involved with!? Were they right that she’s the one that summoned a demon to this city?”

“NO!!” Beatrice denied the false rumors.

“Where to even begin?” Ember asked with a little smile, and Beatrice had to agree: where to even start explaining all that has transpired since they left the Inn?

“I’ll try to summerize on our way to the little murderous hairball,” Beatrice said.

“‘On our way’? HELL NO!” Y’Shtara put her foot down, making the milk splash over the guards that crawled all over the floor on all fours, slurping the milk like starving kittens. “I’m taking my sister and everyone else out of here!”

“Oh, right,” Beatrice had momentarily forgotten that most wouldn’t want to spend another second in here, especially going deeper into the den of one of the main powers in this city. “Yeah, sure! Absolutely! Do that! My milkafied won’t touch you, and there shouldn’t be many Purple Capes left between here and the way out. Will you be able to find it?”

“We’ll manage!” Y’Shtara said flatly and motioned Y’Shlata and the others to follow her, taking a few extra steps around the strange milk slaves. As she passed Ember, she added, “We’ll talk again soon, so don’t even try to pretend that you died here!”

“It’s a date!” Ember smiled like nobody should smile after turning a friend’s business to ash.

As Y’Shtara and the others left, Beatrice she walked up to her three obedient milk slaves, awaiting orders. Specifically, Beatrice’s intentions were with the third Purple Cape, a woman, and ordered, “Remove your armor and shirt!”

“W-what!? We don’t have time for this!” Olivia protested.

“Quiet!” Beatrice ordered while the milkafied Purple Guard let her big, juicy titties drop.

The succubus then touched the woman’s breats and cast [Lactation (+2)] on her. The breasts instantly grew in size, past D-cups, E-cups, slowly settleing on big, swollen, abnormally perky, filled to the brim F-cups.

“Spray some milk on the wall!” Beatrice ordered and the woman obeyed. Beatrice then told the other two milkafied Purples, “Take a lick, to know what you’ll be looking for and go bring Grizwald to us!”

The two slaves obeyed, though their lick of the milked wall was an obviously long and increasingly entuhsiastic one as they licked the entire length all the way to the floor, which technically qualified as “a lick”. And after holding a longing stare at the woman’s giant, swollen, lactating F-cups, they obeyed Beatrice’s order and left to bring their main milk supplier.

“Jim, you’ll be helping this lovely lady hold her breasts so that she can keep up with us,” Beatrice instructed. “DON’T drink the milk! Not even a drop!”

“You didn’t have to send them all away,” Ember said to Beatrice as they, Olivia, Jim the guard and the lactating guard hurried through the tunnels of the Pits. “Even the future mother-to-be. It almost seemed like you didn’t care for her one way or the other.”

“At best, she’d be target practice for the enemy, potential hostage or a meat shield for you,” Beatrice said.

“You know me so well,” Ember snickered. “But no, I’d try to keep her alive: it will be interesting to see if she really is pregnant and what kind of child would come from that peculiar union. It’s also safe to assume that she knew better than to reveal that secret to the Purple Capes, otherwise we wouldn’t have found her here.”

It didn’t escape Beatrice’s notice that as Ember said the last sentence, she looked at Jim in front of them. And though the terrified-out-of-his mind guard did his best to not let it show, it became increasingly obvious that as time went on, he knew too much for his own good to just let him blabber it all to the enemy later.

“Agreed,” Beatrice nodded. With the effort someone took to decrease pregnancies, combined with the interest in me, Rafaelia might have been taken straight to the Queen. “It’s better she and the others don’t get stuck in crossfire. At least Yasha- ... Yshta ... The cat girl looked like she could take care of herself, would have been nice to have someone like that around.”

“Don’t count on that,” Ember said. “For years she did her utmost to stay as much out of trouble as possible. Had she known more about you there’s no chance in hell she’d let you stay in her inn no matter what I gave or promised her.”

“What did you give her to let us stay?” Beatrice asked.

“Something simple, but rare,” Ember said. “If you don’t mind, I’d prefer not to say. If I did, Y’Shtara would probably be even more furious than when she sees what’s left of her Inn.”

“About that—!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine! Just another small debt on our list,” Ember waved it off like it was nothing. “She and Samantha and everyone else can just share Belmot’s entire fortress for all I care. Not like anyone will be left in here at the rate we’re turning the Purples into milk-guzzling addicts. What will they do once Grizwald and this one run out of milk? Should I be worried about my breasts next?”