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1086981 No. 1086981 ID: 681cb5

[Super NSFW]
May contain breeding, vore, transformation etc…

”Prurient Passage”
A Lascivious Labyrinth side story.

Wiki and previous threads: https://tezakia.net/wiki/Lascivious_Labyrinth

Somewhere deep in the most tenebrous wilderness, far from civilization and decency, it is said that a grand temple of the demi-god Wjares lays hidden. In those ancient rumor-shadowed halls, acts of unbridled hedonism and profane rituals were indulged in wild abandon, all to please the demi-god the structure was dedicated too. It is a place where instinct and impulse is acted up- huh? You’ve already heard this before? Alright, fine…

Welcome to the Prurient Passage! Hope you enjoy your stay…
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No. 1091585 ID: f2320a

Command him to spot him up undigested also squeeze
No. 1091612 ID: 681cb5
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>Command him to spit him up undigested.
Way too late for that. The twink have clearly already been digested. Those imp guts works fast. Didn’t you see the skull image floating from the belly?
…you’re not that inept, please. Besides, it wouldn’t achieve anything of note, seeing how the twink is already just fat. Unless you want to be reborn as a demon, of course.

>Now you can take your nap!
Ugh, finally some peace and quiet. Looking around, you find a spot in the grass that’s not easily visible, just in case some other predators come around. Rather not wake up inside a stomach… again. Creating a pillow from the remains of that rug, you lie down and call over to Maz, the imp eagerly joining you for a bit of a rest. As well as some head scratches. Whatever was left of that Sakkilian boy is long gone by now…

>ok first things first go find your damn glasses.
They are currently in your pocket, seeing as you rather not have them on while napping. Of course, you don’t really need them unless you need to see the details of something.
>Your imp's going in a real rebellious streak lately.
Lately? Maz has always been this way… and he’s by far the least unruly demon you’ve ever had under contract. No, while he does have a will on his own, he’s never been more than a harmless gremlin. To you, that is.
>Perhaps punishment of a cruel and brutal nature is the only language this filth will ever understand.
That will just make him hate you and make him even worse!

Either way… he’s kind of cute when he isn’t flying around eating or breeding people.
No. 1091613 ID: 681cb5
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Waking up with a jolt, you notice that the sun is starting to set. Damn it, you were planning on only a quick nap, but you’ve been asleep for hours! As you’re about to get up, you’re met with a sword pushing against your snout, followed by several more swords hanging above you, each one held by an oddly colored ant.

Bahravus: ”Err… hello?”

Wait, these blades… what are they made of? It’s clearly not bronze… and you can’t place their gray tone anywhere. Even your transmutation powers are a bit lost when it comes to their composition. Clearly not a material that exists naturally in the world, which mea- Oh, they are lifting you up.
No. 1091614 ID: 681cb5
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After quickly tying you up, the dozen ants lift you up above your head and marches you down into the gullet of the Wjares temple. There simply too many of them to even try resisting.


It’s clear they don’t have you have your best intention in mind…
No. 1091615 ID: 681cb5
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Soon enough you find yourself locked inside a pair of stocks, your head and arms uselessly hanging out from one side while the rest of your body has to stand on the other. You can’t even reach anything to use your transmutation on, and the stock itself is in such an awkward angle that you can’t draw the necessary sigils on it! Well, darn it… what now? Looking up, you get a better look at your captors. They are clearly Myrin, ant people, yet… there’s something else there as well. Possibly Kroah-dil? You’d think the Kroah-dil blood would be the dominant one, but instead it looks like some Myrins manage to conquer a Kroah-dil tribe and breed a new generation of… um… Croco Ants? Fascinating…

GreenAnt: ”No weapons. No armor. Sleeping right outside our den…” the younger, green colored ant muses, “Is he stupid?”
BlueAnt: ”Someone stupid doesn’t get as old as this one.” the other one says, her clearly pregnant belly bouncing around as she searches through your stuff. “Look, he had a crystal ball!” she suddenly exclaims, holding up your orb, “He’s clearly an old wizard!”
GreenAnt: ”Oh? And these things?” at the same time, the green one holds up your glasses, “Some kind of magical weapon?”
BlueAnt: ”Probably some kind of focus, meant to be placed on the snout.” the older ant look over at you, and you can’t help but be reminded of your first wife, she too was a young Myrin lady, “Don’t look him in the eyes, or this ancient goat might cast a spell on you!”
Bahravus: ”I’m not that old, gosh darn it!” you exclaim, taking another look at her. Removing the Kroah-dil features and painting her black instead of blue, she would easily be a sister to your old wife. Last time you saw her she was even pregnant with your child, before she joined that darn oath worshipping cult, “I’m still in my early 80s, you whippersnappers!”
GreenAnt: ”Wow, he really is a fossil!” the green one looks genuine impressed, “He’s probably older than this whole temple!”
BlueAnt: ”Sadly, age doesn’t increase his price tag…” the blue ant bounces the orb in her hand a bit, “But his magical abilities sure will!”
GreenAnt: ”So, what do we do with him, big sis?” throwing a quick glance at you, the green one makes sure to look away when you notice, “Sell him on the market? Throw him in the arena? Maybe milk him for that valuable magical seed?”
BlueAnt: ”Hmm…” after rubbing her shin for a second, she mutters, “That’s a good question…”

After debating among themselves for a bit, the Croco Ants decide too…
A) Put you on the Breeding thrall market. You better get ready for an evaluation of your “meat” quality.
B) Put you on the livestock market. You better get ready for an evaluation of your meat quality.
C) Throw you in the arena.
D) Give you as a gift to the high priestess of Wjares.
E) Keep you as their own breeding thrall.
F) Milk you on your precious seed.
G) Just eat you.
H) SUDDENLY a pack Horny gals with dicks appears, looking for a man to breed!
I) Other?
No. 1091621 ID: 774d33

No. 1091623 ID: c8380b

No. 1091625 ID: 681865

D) there's something about you that seems familiar
No. 1091634 ID: 37587f

They decide to give you to the high priestess, for you see, through fucked-up magical eugenics, our familiar knight-turned queen has discovered a really fun fact about ants: the vast majority of them are female, and by deliberately exterminating any pure-blooded crocs from her tribe through ant-to-crock breeding and eating, she has now ran into a suspicious abscence of males in her tribe. Although conquering and plundering the rest of the passage for new males is a rather enjoyable passtime, the realization that continuous attrition with the other powers without an actual solution for her gender problem may end up in the extermination of her family, and thus she is trying to create new males for her tribe, or at least try to slap some dongs into the gals to try to fix this little conundrum. Problem is, her only mage is a necromancer, not a transmutator, and a helping hand is always appreciated. Thus, a combination of D and H seems like the most logical conclusion.
No. 1091639 ID: 2a82d3

D. You could make a convincing argument to the high priestess, being old enough to pick up lots of Wjares lore, that you could of more use to the tribe than staying in the Pits. Even better is building yourself as an ideal breeder to fulfill your quota, even if you have to submit to a few (or especially if you can choose to do so). Finding success from the jaws of defeat is a classic Prey move.

Really, you could have quite the legacy if you could do something about fixing the atrocious state of magical education (or respect) around here, even if it's the last thing you do.

Surely, our priestess isn't racist enough to not pop out a few croc eggs for her hubbie every now and then. Marriage is give and take, after all. The croc boys might even have some funny ideas about having a "woman's taint" of their own.
No. 1091668 ID: 9d3b39

No. 1091670 ID: eb0a9c

Give him a choice: slavery as a mage tutor, or get his balls milked dry and then thrown into the arena.
No. 1091678 ID: 24cb76

D/E/I: Your value as a magical tutor/propagater of magical bloodlines is not to be overlooked (and there is a cute magical jackal that could use some kids).

Perhaps Maz leads a covert insurrection(/mass impregnation) while you subtly reinforce him with demons, wrestling control of the situation at the last moment? Or he could be a pet/toy used by/against you, feeding the enemy your degenerate secrets and thoughts. Gotta wonder if his lust and fondness for you would make him loyal or 'betray' you for an optimal outcome... Actually, he could make you a demon, couldn't he.

>Last time you saw her she was even pregnant with your child, before she joined that darn oath worshipping cult
Do you believe in fate? A family reunion may be in order.
No. 1091686 ID: 77189b


speaking up sooner rather than later seems a good idea.
maybe sell them on all the strong points of having a wizard around. youll have a good chance to escape eventually and these DOZEN galls should qualify as predators.

looks like your imp made it out
if worst comes to worst
maz is a pretty practiced liar and while these gals aint dumb they seem really ignorant of magic
maybe he can sell them on the idea that eating you would be really really bad, like you can bring vengeance on them form beyond or something.
No. 1092379 ID: 681cb5
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>Perhaps Maz leads a covert insurrection(/mass impregnation) while you subtly reinforce him with demons, wrestling control of the situation at the last moment?
It wouldn’t surprise you if Maz is breeding someone right now… or eating them… probably both. What is certain is that he’ll pop up again when you need him the most. He always does.

>Speaking up sooner rather than later seems a good idea.
Bahravus: ”You know, my lovely ladies…” with a wink, you continue with your most sultry tone, “As I am a wizard, I’m certain any offspring I make will be powerful mages that-“
GreenAnt: “Maybe we should sacrifice him to the priestess?” the green ant ignores you completely, “She might like him.”
Bahravus: ”Err… you know, eating a mage is a very bad idea?” you say a bit louder, “It will… um… curse you… and I’ll haunt you?”
BlueAnt: “Oh! The queen did say to bring a powerful gift to the priestess if we found one!” once again, you’re ignored, “And a wizzer would be powerful, right?”
Bahravus: ”…are you even listening to me?”
GreenAnt: “That’s right! Let’s sacrifice him to Wjares!”


Bahravus: ”*Sigh*…”
No. 1092380 ID: 681cb5
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After traversing several chambers as well as a few stairwells, you’re carried into an impossible large hall, one that stretches out as far as the eye can see. Pillars reaches from floor to ceiling, making the whole chamber look like a forest of stone and bronze. Serpentine guards stand watch over the large door, with at least dozen of them hiding between the columns around you, just waiting for you or the ant to make a false move. Finally, you’re let down to the floor, presented as a gift to whoever is in charge here.

Bahravus: ”No need to shove!” the ants push you forward a bit before taking a step back, “I’m moving, I’m moving!”
BlueAnt: “Oh, great priestess of Wjares!” one of them bellows out as both of them fall to their knees, “Please accept this offering from the great Ant Queen!”
Bahravus: ”At least you should have let me keep my robe…” you complain as you try to struggle against your bindings, “This is just embarrassing.”
GreenAnt: “May this powerful wizard be to your taste!” laying down their arms on the floor, the ants pushes their butts high up in the air, “May it sate Wjares hunger!”
Priestess: ”Why, what do we have here?” the most sultry voice you’ve ever heard echoes through the vault, “Another gift from this new little queen, hmm?”
BlueAnt: “May Wjares bless us for our sacrifice!”
Priestess: ”Hmm…” you hear a soft hiss from the darkness, “I’ll accept your gift. You may now leave. Do tell your Queen that her gift was… ah… appreciated.”
GreenAnt: “Of course, your highness! Thank you, oh hungry one!”
Priestess: ”Now come closer, little goat, so I may have a better look at you.”
No. 1092381 ID: 681cb5
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Taking a few steps further into the hall, you finally spot where the voice is coming from. On top of a massive altar, several Serpents lies upon a sea of pillows, and at its center the largest snake you’ve ever seen is looking down at you with a warm smile.

Bahravus: ”Oh…” you say gazing up at her, trying your best to look proper, “So you’re the priestess.”
Priestess: “Hmhmhm…” her laugh is soft and comforting, ”Not what you expected, little goat?”
Bahravus: ”Um…” trying to scratch the back of your head, you instead only succeed at pulling a bit against the bindings around your wrists, “I was expecting a large ant?”
Priestess: ”Ah, the new so called queen.” for a brief second, a scowl crosses her snout, before it’s replaced by a warm smile once again, “She does indeed covet my position, but she is far too weak to even dream of it.” With a gesture towards you, she coos, “That’s why she’s trying to get into my good graces instead.” her voice, her way of moving, her laugh… for some reason it reminds you of your mother, “Now, speaking of her gifts… why would she give me an old, gray goat?”
Bahravus: ”…I’m a powerful wizard?” you say with a bit of awkwardness, “And age brings experience?”
Priestess: ”While age does bring some benefits, there are ways to circumvent it’s downsides.” she laughs under her breath before continuing, “But my question is, little goat, why are you here? Why have you come to the passage of predators, hmm?” Cocking her head to the side, her smile widens a bit, “Surely, it wasn’t just to see me, was it? Or perhaps… you may worship Wjares as well?” her tongue tastes the air, “I did bear witness to what you did to those Sakkilians after all… and the Goddess approves.”

Priestess: ”So, little goat, what do you desire?” moving her long neck closer to you, she look straight into your eyes, “Or a better question, how can you be of interest to me?”
No. 1092384 ID: 5ebd37

Surely someone in her position can see the endless possibilities a skilled transmuter brings.
No. 1092388 ID: 0c2fd4

>most sultry voice you’ve ever heard
>it reminds you of your mother
>that chest
Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry... Lucky varkian.
>What do you desire
Her. Keep that to yourself. What you need is to knock up some preds and gtfo.
>it wasn’t just to see me
Would it be so terrible if it was? She's quite a sight. You can offer a swath of transmuters and clairvoyants, and a demon army with some help.
And considering the resemblance, might be worth mentioning you may be related to a number of the ants running around, including the queen (if you're cool with blood magic).
Lastly, if she can duplicate/spread curses somehow, your's could be used to draw in a lot of newcomers.

How do you feel about Wjares and her ways? Being here influences people, so it may tell you what fate she wishes you to have. Resist the snake's charm, and remain aware of yourself, but don't reject it.
No. 1092445 ID: 9d3b39

Shouldn't be any harm in saying why you're here. Breeding is what you need to do and surely getting some of her followers knocked up by a powerful mage has to be a bit attractive for the potential magic the kids could inherit.
No. 1092457 ID: 2a82d3

>“Or a better question, how can you be of interest to me?”
Being someone intelligent to have a decent conversation, for starters. You doubt there could be anyone else in this dungeon that could match her wit. In your long life, you've picked up quite a bit of knowledge, even in divine lore, that your wizard nature will any chance to discuss. There may even be something that even she doesn't know about. Arrogant and prideful to consider it, but few wizards aren't.

Flatter her, but play hard to get. As much as you'd love discussing the finer points of worship of your goddess, it'd be a lie to say you don't have reservations to commit yourself to any deity ever since you lost your first wife to blind devotion. You can be open-minded to any divine being or practitioner, even adopt practices or partners that resonate with you, but it'd take a miraculous argument to consider being exclusive to anyone.

As for why you're here, let's say accomplishing your mission is a feat the fertility god Volek would approve of. If you are dutifully respectful to the lady of the house, as well as her diety, could she not lend her aid?
No. 1092471 ID: 763eb3

Bruh, the milf's fucking with your head by simply existing. This madhouse of debauchery binds souls by indulging into their lusts, and if you immediatelly spill your beans to her, there is no doubt she's probably gonna spin your wants around into a situation in which the only possible ending is your consumption and the turning of your soul into another mindless thrall to their deranged mad gods. Play cool, play hard to get, stop thinking about sex (use magic to control yourself if you must), be professional. You're here to get in and get out, so begin formulating an escape plan, and prime emergency transformations, just in case. Also, WTF are those bird feet in the booba?
No. 1092517 ID: 681cb5
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>How do you feel about Wjares and her ways?
Indifferent. The demi-gods may be powerful, but you’ve always been a man of your own fate. Let others worships for the barest scraps of power, you’ll seize it by your own two hands instead.

>Her. Keep that to yourself.
Her eyebrow raises as you look into her eyes… and her welcoming smile gets slightly bigger…
>Lucky varkian…
Priestess: ”Did you see something you like, little goat?” she asks, as she slowly push the pair of avian feet deeper into her cleavage with her tail, making them curl their toes before she consume them completely, “Maybe you wish to join her? She’s quite happy with her fate...”

A) Dive into her cleavage!
B) Slide into those massive mommy milkers!
C) Gift yourself to Wjares! …by taking a one way trip into those bandokers!
D) Become a meal for those great ganzongas!
E) Just feed yourself to her chest.
F) SUDDENLY a pack Horny gals with dicks appears, who immediately feed you to her beautiful breasts.
G) Other? (As in, feed yourself to the smaller gal’s bosom.)

Bahravus: ”Err…” try as you might, you can’t hide your growing boner, “I’ll… consider it.”

>Surely someone in her position can see the endless possibilities a skilled transmuter brings.
Priestess: ”Oh? And you don’t believe we already have strong mages in our mist?” she gesture outwards towards the massive chamber you’re in, “You honestly believe we carved these halls by hand and tail?”
Bahravus: ”I can offer more than just transmutation.” you try your best to look regal, but fails horribly, “I can see the future… and I can summon an army of demons for your beck and call, mommy. I mean, my lady.”
Priestess: ”Clairvoyant, are you? Then surely you would have seen this coming?” her laughter echoes through the room, “But I know how future sight work, little goat, and I rather keep my future undetermined.” Rubbing her chin for a moment, her smile slowly disappears, “As for demons… no, they are an infestation that needs to be wiped out, not encourage. A stagnant corruption that spit in the face of our goddess of death and birth, Wjares!”

Bahravus: “I’ve lived a long life and have picked up quite a bit of knowledge over the years.” Puffing up your chest, you continue, “Thus I’m both intelligent and a decent conversationalist, mommy? I mean, young one.”
Priestess: ”Young?” she tilt her head with the widest smile you’ve seen yet, “I’ve lived for several centuries before you even were but a sperm in your father sack, little goat.” Shaking her head, she looks down at you, “I am sorry, my little goat, but you are not unique. Not down here. Now tell me why you’re here, little goat.”

>Shouldn't be any harm in saying why you're here.
Bahravus: ”I am under a terrible curse, put upon me by a horrid hag who makes a horrid soup!” if your arms weren’t still tied behind your back, you would be making some dramatic gestures right now, “And the only way to break this curse is to have ten predators bear my child.”
Priestess: ”And here you are, seeking mates, I see…” her tongue licks the air, “And so far you’ve been able to bed two of us.”
Bahravus: ”This is a mission, a feat, that would be a great honor to the fertility god Volek, the sibling god to yours!” you bellow in your deepest voice, “Is it not your duty for the mommy- I mean lady of the house, nay, your deity to lend me aid, so that I might impress her sibling?” taking a deep breath, you add a final touch, “Not to mention, I am sure my offspring will be adapt at magic as well.”
Priestess: ”Why, you are correct.” raising her head high, she states in a courtly manner, “I will indeed aid your quest, by allowing you to breed eight of my servants.” She then looks over to her right, “I might even let you take my virgin daughter, Tabi, if you so desire.”
Tabi: ”Huh?” the Serpent next to her, the one with ratling like features, jumps a bit, “But mooom!?”
Priestess: ”If she wishes to join you, of course.” she slowly move her gaze back at you and simply raises and eyebrow.
Bahravus: ”I’m no fool, mommy.” you don’t even try and correct yourself this time, “There is a price, is there not?”
Priestess: ”…not a price per say, little goat, but a caveat.” Lowering her head so it almost next to yours, she whispers, “I do not desire goat grandchildren, prey, but Serpent ones.” her tongue flicks across your cheek, “So my pact is this… let me become your mommy for real, and be reborn a Serpent, and I will let you breed my flock to your heart’s content.”

She returns to her original stance, lazily lying on top of her sea of pillows.

Priestess: ”So, how will it be? Do you wish to become my child? After all, you won’t have any toes to hit if you’re a Serpent.” she laughs, “Or maybe you desire to become my grandchild instead, with Tabi as your mother?”
Tabi: ”Oh come on, mom…”
Priestess: ”Or do you desire to join the Varkian, and slide into my cleavage, little goat?”
No. 1092519 ID: a1314f

HELL NO to the Varkian choice!

Ask what inherent obligations or other inconveniences or even just responsibilities such a transformation would cause you to be beholden to. No such change and expenditure is fully free, you would know the cost, even the indirect cost.
No. 1092520 ID: a7a180

Would you even still be cursed after being reborn? That kinda defeats the point of the challenge. Humbly entreat big momma here to be allowed to attempt your task before getting introduced to her daughter.
Using the trick you used on the imp & sakkilian in reverse, you could even promise to give her the serpent grandchildren she wants upon your return.
No. 1092531 ID: 0c2fd4

So, either you become tit flesh with the tit before you, or are reborn a young and powerful serpent, with some peers at least as old as and magically gifted as you, living lavishly, and probably living longer, likely being able to climb the social hierarchy?
Make no mistake, you're probably not getting out of here at this point. You are frail, bound, and disarmed, so challenges will be one sided. Ask about the conditions you would be reborn into: servitude or working with/under Mommy/Wjares? What will your dick/the sex be like? Strongly advising you get in that Snussy.
Be proud/bold and driven though: she's offering you her servants for this, people with no skin in the game. You want Her, the mother/gem of the flock, Tabi if she's willing, and the remainder to be informed and consenting individuals. She knows your thoughts, and seems into you wanting her: imagine the things you'd do to her, like holding her hand tenderly, see how she reacts.
She'll know if you peer into the future, so consider that fact carefully.
No. 1092532 ID: f2320a

Being turned oblages too much that i must agree
No. 1092535 ID: eb0a9c

Not a good deal... but neither is aging.
I guess the real question, the one you need to answer past the horny, is if you're willing to sacrifice a portion of your identity and freedom to stave off the misery that is old age. It's something you need to answer for yourself.
No. 1092537 ID: 2a82d3

>I do not desire goat grandchildren, prey, but Serpent ones.
Ah, there it is. It's low-key, but it's there. Are Predators always going to be racist against Prey? Maybe if there were more of the latter running around...

Her offer's nice, but you'd like see how many different kinds of predators you can seduce before you take the easy way out. It is a nice contingency plan though, and wizards are about those contingencies. So how about this: You get a mark from her that will teleport you into her womb, or her daughter's, for when you "inevitably" get eaten in your seduction attempts. Of course, you'll find a way use the link to boost your power. Since she could stack the deck against you to rush the deal, it's only fair.

If she doubts your seductiveness, try flirting with her daughter. Tabi might even be more amicable to your point of view than her mother.
No. 1092540 ID: 37587f

Aaaand we just spun right back into the racism shithole philosophy of the prey/predator philosophy. Yeah, you aren't unique or the Numero Uno of this place, but you're pretty happy with everything that happened with your life (witch's curse aside), and it would certainly a bummer if some arrogant "thinks-she's-right-about-everything" snek decided your fate for you without your consent. If you chose how to flee, how fast can you transmutate, divinate or summon some emergency solutions and manouvers? Summon some demonic distractions? Turn yourself small and slippery so that you can slide out of the hands of anyone who tries to snatch you? I dunno, maybe there is another way out of this, maybe there isn't. But if you agree with her deal... I mean, you just said that you are a man of your fate, so if you want all the jazz she offers, thats gonna be on you, pal.
No. 1092541 ID: 37587f

Forgot to ask: What that imp doin
No. 1092551 ID: c8380b

I don't think a transformation would be possible. We're cursed to stub our toe. The witch probably has contingency plans for us suddenly having no toes.
No. 1092563 ID: 5ebd37

Become her child and she'll just hand you 8 mates? No no, that's far too easy, lacking in imagination. How about a wager?
She dismissed your transmutation as commonplace down here, but it's not ability that matters but vision. Have her bring out her best. The challenge: who can transform a servant into the most astounding sexual form. Something to make even the gods take notice. If her team wins you submit to be her child. If you win she will bear yours.

Even if she doesn't go for this, rambling on about it will stall for time while Maz does whatever he's planning.
No. 1092570 ID: 9d3b39

I don't think we have too many options at this point and would rather go for becoming her grand daughter than risking getting her pissed with challenges she has no reason to accept.
No. 1092585 ID: 77189b


^an this

looks like it was a good thing maz didnt follow us down here
totally dont know where he is...nope..

ok first things first
do not fall for mrs sex and death here
YOU make your fate
but you know... don be an arrogant prick about it
you cant JUST offer to take a mark that will teleport you back here if you fail. its gotta be worth her time to let you go to begin with as she already thinks you are second rate.
you can spin that to your advantage
ooohhh yesss
see you are rather ignorant about the balance of power around here. she wants to know how you can help her, that means she wants help
there are clearly other forces around here and while most may serve the same gods that doesnt they arent all on the same side
you probably cant get rid of her opposition overnight BUT you can certainly run some errands for her while you are out.. if you arent a naga of course. subtility is the name of the game here. as a goat you wont be suspect where a naga
would be. especially if she is in the habit of having all snake servants.
No. 1092586 ID: a1314f

If there's some onerous failure clause in your curse regarding forms with no toes, might some serpentlike long lizard with legs that aren't quite truly vestigial yet be an appropriate compromise?
No. 1092605 ID: 7caa34

So long as you keep your memories and magic i don't really see a downside to getting a new young strong body.
No. 1092617 ID: f2320a

its to easy and boring to just give up
No. 1092636 ID: f2320a

like why live at all if you dont fight and struggle against your possible fate
No. 1092641 ID: 273c18

Become snek, fulfill your mission.
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>HELL NO to the Varkian choice!
Moving her arms a bit, she squeezes her breast together, making her cleavage look even larger and more inviting… but you manage to steady yourself against her seduction attempt.
>What is that im-
Maz, your little lizard friend, is probably been eaten by now. No need to think about him ever again. As thoughts of the imp enters your mind, for the first time since you met her, the priestesses changes her demure, going from her motherly self to something far more intimidating… but just as soon as it appeared it’s gone. She clearly doesn’t like the D word.
>Imagine the things you'd do to her, like holding her hand tenderly, see how she reacts.
She smiles warmly and raises an eyebrow, as if to ask if that’s really what you have in mind. Of course, being the horny old goat you are, you can’t help but imagine putting both her and her daughter into a proper mating press and pump child after child into them… which makes her smile even wider.

Bahravus: “I have a question.” you ask as you stand tall and proud, with your now hard member on full display, “Several in fact.”
Priestess: ”Then ask, my little goat.” her tongue tastes the air, “You have my undivided attention.”
Bahravus: “Alright, first and foremost… what happens if I say no?”
Priestess: ”Why, then I’ll simply make sure you’re escorted back to the entrance. After all, I do not wish to decide your fate for you, now do I?” she raises her head a bit and twists it a bit, as if trying to look behind you, “In fact…” With a snap of her finger, a guard instantly appears behind you and cut off your bindings, freeing your arms, “There, that’s better… oh, and while that little loincloth of yours is super cute, I think both of us would prefer if you was wearing your old robe, no?” the priestess nods towards the door you came in from, “It should be waiting for you when you’re ready to leave… if you leave, that is.”
Bahravus: “Thank you.” After taking a moment to rub your wrists, you ask, “Now… what will happen if I go through with this? Do I lose my memories? My magic?”
Priestess: ”You will be reborn anew, and thus things will change.” giving you a warm smile, she continues, “While it happens that those reborn are consumed by their new personality, it only happens to those that will it or are simply too weak willed to resist.” She then points directly at you, “You, on the other hand little goat, is stubborn enough to keep most of your memories and personality intact. In fact, the constant march of age will probably harm your memories far worse than being reborn would.”

Bahravus: “…and why do you want me to become a predator instead of prey?” crossing your arms, you look up at her, “Do you have anything against us?”
Priestess: ”Oh, quite the opposite, little Bahravus.” her laugh echoes through the chamber, “I am but the will of Wjares, and our lady of war loves your prey more than anything else. The weak shall consume the strong, after all.” Her smile disappears as she looks away, “No, it’s the law of the dungeon. This place was built as a hunting ground for us predators… one that you prey would brave for the ultimate reward.” Before looking back at you with her usual smile, “Thus, only predators may guard its halls… and only a prey may enter its lowest depths and received the greatest gift Wjares can bestowed upon us mortals.”
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Bahravus: “And what do you get from this?” you ask, “You’re not doing this free, are you?”

Before answering, the beautiful Priestess leans down and kisses you, making your heart jump a beat.

Priestess: ”Eight grandchildren, wasn’t it?” her tongue flickers next to your ear, “That is what I desire from you, Bahravus, that and you becoming my child… or grandchild.”
Bahravus: “You wish that I should be your child?”
Priestess: ”I do love you, little goat, more than anything…” there is a sadness to her voice, but she tries to hide it, “And all I wish is to watch you grow anew, as my own. That is my price.” Pulling her head back a bit, she boop your snout with her finger, “After giving my grandchildren you will be free to do as you will… though I would oh so prefer if you would stay with us, my child.”
Bahravus: “…will I even be cursed if I’m reborn?”
Priestess: ”Does it even matter?” the snake shrugs, “After all, you will fulfill the necessary steps to break it either way.”

Bahravus: “…if I’m going to agree to this, I want something in return.” Standing tall, you point towards the Serpent Priestess, “I want you. Or possible your daughter Tabi. I wish for one of you to carry my young.”
Priestess: ”That would be acceptable.” she laugh under her breath, “You may breed one of us before being unbirthed by the other… unless you wish to breed both of us and become your own father, hmm?”
Tabi: ”Hey!” the smaller snake suddenly shouts, “Don’t I get a say in this?”
Priestess: ”…do you not wish to consume him like I did to you, daughter?”
Tabi: ”Well, I… um…” Tabi’s cheeks glows red as she looks away, “Alright, fine… I want to either breed or unbirth him. Happy now?”
Priestess: ”So… if you wish to join us up here, then you’ll need to agree to become one of our future children.” She once again leans in closer to you, “I do hope you want that, little Bahravus… because my womb hungers for you.” before whispering, “It desire you… it needs you…”

Priestess: ”Or… maybe we can make it a bit more fun?” the snake suddenly pulls away from you, “I will allow you to leave and try and break the curse on your own. If you managed to breed at least four other predators, I will allow you to return and breed me and my daughters.” waggling her finger in front of her, she continues, “But if you get eaten before that… well, you’ll be teleported directly into my waiting womb.”
Bahravus: “Hey… that… that was my idea.”
Priestess: ”Was it? Oh, I’m so sorry…” she looks genuine flustered for a moment, “Sometimes I forgot who it was that had the thought in the first place…” Taking a deep breath, she regain her composure, “But there is one more thing. I will send someone to hunt you down, someone whose whole purpose is to consume you. Of course, you will have a head start, but you will have to be cunning and quick if you don’t want to be another prey to my hunter.”

Priestess: ”So now, my beloved Bahravus…” she gives your snout another kiss, “Choose your fate.”

A) Just leave. Continue your adventure from before you were captured.
B) Take the challenge. Try and breed four predators before you’re caught.
C) Make sweet, sweet love to the priestess. Breed that snussy… before feeding it.
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No. 1092877 ID: 3f96cc

B, one last hurrah before rebirth
No. 1092881 ID: 7b74f5

No. 1092884 ID: f2320a

B we are a mighty wizard if we gave up now we would never survived beyond being a teen
No. 1092892 ID: c8380b

Would her offer still be good if we break our curse first and come back victorious through our own efforts?
No. 1092893 ID: 9d3b39

C Snussy is worth it
No. 1092895 ID: 2a82d3

B, definitely. Have her respect you enough to take you as future hubbie and consider bearing snake-tailed goat kids. If only there'd be a lion around to complete the That's the hunter, isn't it.

Do use your divination to see how she honors her word, before you agree. Countering magic to against magic is fair play.

>She clearly doesn’t like the D word.
Unfortunately, "D words" have the only ones to answer your summons recently. Do you have any creatures closer to Neutral, or even Lawful, on the spectrum to call upon? They could have an interest in your situation now.

>“No, it’s the law of the dungeon. This place was built as a hunting ground for us predators… one that you prey would brave for the ultimate reward.” Before looking back at you with her usual smile, “Thus, only predators may guard its halls… and only a prey may enter its lowest depths and received the greatest gift Wjares can bestowed upon us mortals.”
If the prey were smart, each attempt would focus on pacifying one floor, or guardian, of the dungeon such that success would be inevitable for the last to attempt it. Of course, that level of coordination and selflessness would require nothing short of divine intervention. Just an idle thought.

>Priestess: ”…do you not wish to consume him like I did to you, daughter?”
>Tabi: ”Well, I… um…” Tabi’s cheeks glows red as she looks away, “Alright, fine… I want to either breed or unbirth him. Happy now?”
It's possible the Priestess has overlooked a very un-Pred-like aspect of her daughter: a desire to be the one eaten. As a wizard who thinks the natural order a mere guideline, you should more understanding of her.
Be a good daddy,
Be willing to eat her,
Especial' if y' gonna breed her,
Just make sure she comes back.
Why yes, it did take effort to make that cringe rap.

Fulfilling the other's desires, not denying them (unless they're into it), is practically another rule of the dungeon. Understanding the predator better than she knows herself is how you're going to pull through this.
No. 1092936 ID: 77189b

plus there has to be more than one path to eternal youth in this place.
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