Lust Quest: Origins Chapter 1.1

Heya Kin! Today we'll be bringing you the first part of chapter 1 of the upcoming Lust Quest novel, penned by Malic! I'm posting this in chunks as we finalize everything. 

Once I've got everything finalized legally Agents will be getting a hold of a copy of the novel. My plan is for this to happen near the new year. (earlier if I can expedite everything!)

 I hope you all enjoy!! 

-The worldbuilding Mage Edmang

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Chapter One: Jacked (part 1)

Prota dreamed of becoming an adventurer most nights. Heroic stories frequently found themselves playing out inside their mind. Save the dragon, woo the dragon, lay the dragon, and convince the dragon that a dragon’s innate power imbues them with the influence and ability to do just as much good as ill so as to convince them to change their ways post-coitus. Even today, Prota was having this dream.

Instead of sleeping through it, however, Prota found themself just barely standing up at the wagon stop for their first day at Adventuring College. The dream managed to resume. This was the only real difference between those past dreams and today’s dream. Location. The dragon in their half-asleep mind ran a forked tongue along their shaft in such an intimate fashion Prota found themself sporting an erection in public. In this place, this island realm, such a lewd public display was not worthy of much embarrassment or commentary.

Barely aware of their surroundings, the wagon at last approached. The thousand legs of the mighty Megapede stormed loudly past Prota. This woke them up just enough to make note of the quintuple decker wagon passing by. The massive Megapede hauled wagon that would take them to Adventurer College. Slipping lazily into the back, they found themself funneled into the top floor by a rather pushy beetle, stepping on their tail as he pressed onwards and upwards.

Prota was far too distracted with their dream to wonder or even complain about why the beetle was being so pushy. The vivid images of a raunchy green dragon dominated their sleepy thoughts as they meandered every further up the spiral staircase at the back of the massive wagon. If they could keep dipping into the dream on the way up the stairs, it was highly likely that the dream would resume in full when Prota laid down into a seat. It was upon this gamble they staked their sleepy stride on as the big bug’s bustling was tuned out.

As Prota made their way up the stairs of that impossibly tall wagon, they sleepily left most of their own vertical momentum to the beetle grumbling behind them. The beetle behind them was extra pushy as both of them drew ever closer to the top floor. If Prota hadn’t been so set on sleeping so as to proceed with the dream, they might well have woken up enough to tell the beetle to stop. Seemingly tired of the tired Prota, the bug elected to pick the catlike kin up over a shoulder and carry them the rest of the way.

Deposited rather loudly and lewdly into a chair, Prota coiled their tail up and let out a moan as the dream resumed in full. The beetle regarded them for a moment, not knowing whether to be mildly impressed or thoroughly impressed at the erotic dedication on display. If he wasn’t on his way to do a job, he might have stayed to watch how this would play out. Instead, he pushed onwards, leaving the only witness to Prota’s self-satisfaction being the rabbit across the aisle.

Moving towards the front of the wagon, the beetle focused on hijacking the wagon. Pulling out a rather large set of forceps formerly used to pleasure a dryad, he shoved the large implement into the wood at the front of the wagon. Wrenched wide as it was, a gaping and licentious hole opened up in front of the wagon large enough for the beetle to jump through. So, he did, falling two floors onto the wagon pilot’s porch out in front of the third.

Kicking the door shut and locking it behind him, the beetle began to swiftly accost its pilot, the Megapede wrangler. Pleasure claimed the driver, and soon after, the beetle was able to claim the wagon as his own, steering it in a far different direction from the school path below. Word began to travel through the five-story super wagon. The wagon had been hijacked, and the future adventurers knew not what lay in store for them all.

Perched atop the driver’s porch upon the midmost floor, the panic swiftly seized those who saw the beetle’s plan begin. The beetle shouted with glee as he gripped the reins of the Megapede, cutting a corner quite hard and mistakenly turning down the wrong road. More precisely, the wrong road if one wished to continue heading towards the Adventuring College. For the beetle, of course, this was the correct path. At least at first. A late turn later set him slightly off the path towards Uptown.

For a moment then, nearly no one on the wagon was happy as the mass kin-napper’s anti-Adventuring College schemes were headed towards Uptown. This was a part of town where no one wanted to go. Least of all the hijacker, but even among the jacked, there was little interest in heading that direction. So, for that time, then the only two kin who were happy on the entire wagon. One such kin was a beetle named Jat, who found himself particularly distracted from the goings-on of the hijacking by virtue of a fairly expensive sort of personalized entertainment.

The other happy person was Prota. At least, for now, they had managed to resume their sexually charged dreams and were busy all but stroking themselves off whilst the wagon zigged this way and that way through Midtown and on towards the dreaded Uptown. Another swift turn to the side got the wagon back on track, to the delight of the hijacker as well as to a few of the people on floor four who really despised Uptown. The one kin who suffered the most from this sudden turn at the moment was Prota, as it managed to slide them to one side of the wagon and deliver a firm knock on the noggin.

“Oh!” shouted Prota, waking suddenly from the dream just as the last lick was about to commence.

“Hello,” came the voice of the rabbit, “my name is Berry I couldn’t help but notice you were having a bit of fun, and I would hate to interrupt, but something bad is happening.”

“Oh,” said Prota, sitting up to look around.

“The wagon’s been hijacked,” continued Berry.

“Oh.”  

“I was going to do something about it, but if you want to help, you can do so by finishing up there. Climactic energy would be helpful.”  

“Oh.”  

“I know a few Lust spells, so if you came, I would be able to harness some of your innate magic and use it to stop the hijacker.”  

“Oh!” Prota nodded, complying swift-handedly with the rabbit’s lewd request.

“Oh, I wasn’t sure if you would be willing to…wow you’re quick to help out, let me get into position before-”

“OH!” moaned Prota, as their pawing got the job done.

Berry dove forward, his tall ears trailing behind with his scarf as he gripped the tip of Prota’s shaft in a flash. Standing tall over Prota’s writhing body, he draped his paw atop the spurting tip just in time for the cum to fling forth. Here, Berry was able to achieve harnessing of Prota’s pleasured power.

Prota moaned, watching as the smooth rabbit magician caught all they had to offer.

Immensely potent energy began to arise all at once, a bright white light illuminated the 5th floor of the wagon. The beetle silently cursed to himself as he caught the light out of the corner of his compound eyes. There was going to be a fight over this. The denizens of the wagon, increasingly aware of their kin-napping, let out a cry of confusion, which echoed throughout the early morning air. Careening at great speed between buildings half its height flew a flurry of screams and shouts of fright.

A few miles out, more bugs got to work. Arranging themselves in a line up on the road, they blocked out and banished the traffic with but a few flicks of their antennae. You didn’t want to go down this road unless you wanted to be jerked off, and if you wanted to be jerked off, get in line over to the right or left of the road because the rest of these bugs had business to attend to. A few commuters took them up on this offer.

The ones that had not taken to jerking off the cooperative found themselves lying in a small triangle upon the road. A connection was formed between every one of them, from the mouth of one to the genitals of the next. Their chitinous maws opened and swallowed or probed at whatever lay before them as the wizard between them all cast a powerful spell. As bug spasm rolled down chitinous chins, each sudden lover nearly curled away from the other in all the excitement. They held fast, gripping to the other so that they might not break the triangular connection.

Through cock and cloacal muffled moans, they continued on. The air itself grew cloudy. Almost firm enough to touch along a tall thin strand that stretched five stories tall. It seemed to tense up as the spurts of bug cum dripped to the ground. A tightening occurred, and then a loosening. A cloacal shape began to form in mid-air, tearing itself open and pulsating as a portal unfolded itself. It was an eager thing, yearning to be stuffed to the brim full of wagon.

-To be continued