Author's Note
This might be the most divisive episode due to me barely knowing anything about the series in question. Really I just wanted to use this character to better expand on the lore I'm building behind the scissors. She won't be the only one I use this, but she is the most blatant.
If this isn't your preference in handling these characters and you just want more in-character having sex, please be open with your comments. I would love to see where you stand. For me, I can be flexible enough, if anything this is me testing the grounds with a lesser-known series.
Plus... I needed to throw in this kink somewhere. Not my preference, but I had to put it somewhere.
A Footful Encounter
“This place is weird.” It was the first thing Spike said when they stepped into the new dimension, and no one could argue with him. They had encountered their fair share of locations during their adventure. Their eyes adjusted to the dim light, and they took in their surroundings.
They found themselves in a long hallway with massive statues looming above them, carved from blackened stone and covered with the same writing as the portal scissors. The writing upon their portal scissors even reacted to this other writing with faint glowing. It seemed they finally found the right direction and the way spoke to an ancient civilization long forgotten. Tall pillars framed their path, supporting a grand ceiling that seemed to stretch into infinity. The air hummed with an aura of antiquity, hinting at secrets and stories that lingered in the walls.
Spike's discomfort wasn’t solely derived from the imposing statues or the towering pillars. It was the unsettling blend of what should have been an ancient temple with the unmistakable touch of modern living. At the end of the hallway was a lone room, Agatha’s gaze was drawn to a familiar sight. It was unmistakably a television screen flickering softly with garbled images from an unknown program.
Next to it, a mismatched conglomeration of items like a couch with fraying fabric inviting them to sit. Stranger yet was a frying pan, but no heat source, multiple impressions in the couch, but only one that seemed very recent, beside it was the imprint of car keys, but they and the owner were gone. Maybe they just barely missed the owner of this place. Spike rubbed the back of his head, not wanting to think about the fact they just casually broke into someone's home. However, his expression faded upon seeing the rest of the stuff in the room.
Franziska, heralding from a realm where technology was a norm, approached the television with curiosity. Her brow furrowed in concentration as the screen sputtered to life, displaying chaotic visuals that matched the confusion in the room. It flipped through a few channels on automatic.
First, it showed a scene with a bunch of pirates, their leader had stretchy arms and was creaming about gum. The second, featured a slimeball talking to a bunch of goblins. Third was meddling kids and their talking dog vanquishing a demonic parrot that looked more like an owl. Fourth there were people capturing monsters in red and white balls. Fifth was a group of colorful warriors punching an evil witch with a pointy rack. Sixth was a lone man writing in a black journal while eating chips. Final was a familiar image of their friends from the previous dimension, Cloud, Tifa, and Yuffie, though both Agatha and Franziska were confused upon seeing the three battle with a normal human world truck, blaring with a loud horn.
But no matter how distracting the television or the other random objects, their eyes were inevitably drawn back to the walls Spike's gaze never left. He couldn’t shake the unnerving feeling that gripped him as he scanned the countless images plastered all over the walls in a stark contrast stone facade from earlier. Each statue depicted powerful warriors, while these depicted various naked women in extremely crude positions. Some happy, some sad, all in positions of sexual explicity.
“What the heck is this place?” Spike muttered, instinctively glancing around as if expecting an answer from the silent ambiance. He had faced treacherous terrains before, but nothing could prepare him for the onslaught of imagery that danced before his eyes.
Agatha, trying to make sense of the sights, shook her head in bemusement. “Is this some bizarre interpretation of a museum? Or perhaps a gallery went horribly wrong?”
Franziska turned to join in the conversation, her brow still bunched as she fidgeted with the TV. “It’s probably cultural. We often misinterpret art through the lens of our own experiences.” Her voice carried a thoughtful tone, trying to rationalize the strange dimensions of this realm. "Plus, its far from the freakiest thing I've seen on my own journey... One time I encountered a man who was curating mythology babes he wanted to bang."
“Cultural?” Spike scoffed at the images and covered his eyes. “I don’t know if I can get behind this ‘cultural’ explanation. It feels like a bad dream.” He wasn’t entirely wrong. Each image flickered with its own narrative, and the atmosphere was thick with an uncomfortable tension that felt as if they had stumbled into someone’s private fantasy rather than a public space.
Despite their discomfort, curiosity kept them moving forward. This wasn't home, but maybe they could get some answers from here. They hadn't tried to portal scissors yet, but couldn't just randomly leave without checking this place out.
The lawyer was starting to feel frustrated, her mind struggling to make sense of the strange environment they had stumbled into. She was a woman of legal systems, following these two in hopes of finding more clues. She loved a good investigation, but all she got so far was sex. Not that she minded it, remembering that muscle-bounded man and her time in the trailer.
Right as the image flipped in her head, the TV turned to another channel without warning. She jumped back in shock upon seeing what was on screen. Franziska went bright red upon seeing herself getting pounded by Barret. "What? How?" It was the same images already flying through her head, somehow on screen. Her grunts and moans drew the other two back to her side.
"Wow, you like being on camera." Spike tried not to notice how her breasts were bouncing from the pounding. He didn't want to watch her taking such a large dick.
"I didn't record myself!" She screamed and let go of it. It went back to static leading to her kicking the TV. "It's somehow playing my memories."
“Your memories?” Agatha was ignited by the spark of curiosity. Raising her eyebrow, she walked closer, the flickering glow illuminating her features, casting a shadow of her past over her present.
Her palm pressed against the cold, smooth surface of the screen. After a few agonizing seconds, the image wavered into an abyss of darkness. The display flickered back to life, pulling her into a world she wanted to forget, yet could never truly escape. It was an image of the Toy Land. The place where laughter turned to screams, where vibrant colors faded into a palette of despair.
“Wow, it does!” she exclaimed, the distorted noises of forgotten playmates echoing in her mind. But her excitement quickly dulled, her breath catching in her throat as the screen unveiled a familiar face. Pomni, jumping around, vibrant and very much alive. In that instant, Agatha’s heart sank to her stomach. The sheer shock of recognition swept over her and she dropped to her knees. A flood of emotions that surged through her. “No, I... I haven’t seen her in so long.”
Pomni had been more than just a friend. The rebellious girl was a beacon of light in the oppressive darkness of Toy Land. Yet time and circumstance had torn her apart, leaving Agatha in a desolate echo of their shared past. Now, seeing Pomni’s radiant smile sent waves of nostalgia crashing over her. It was a reminder of everything she had lost and her path moving forward. This was best shown as she reached out to Spike with her gloved hand before stopping upon seeing her glove.
As the image flickered with life, Agatha’s mind began to race. What had happened to Pomni the last time she saw her? What was happened to Agatha now that she escaped where Pomni could not. They both struggled against the same forces that had held Agatha captive for so long. She felt an ache in her chest, a yearning to reach out through the screen, to bridge the gap between their worlds. The memories of their time together came flooding back, vivid and bittersweet. However, these moments didn't last long as the image shifted to another image featuring Pomni and another character she only saw once or twice.
"Is that a gummy crocodile cowboy?!" Spike raised an eyebrow, bringing Agatha back to the attention of the TV. Both slowly blushed as the character pushed Pomni against the wall, tearing off her clothes, and began passionately making out with her. The mere sight was enough to break Agatha from the TV and cut the connection.
"That didn't happen?! I don't remember that at all..." Her mind was a flutter and her cheeks flushed. "Sure, Pomni had feelings for him, but Cain murdered him before they could confess to each other."
Spike looked back at the TV. All these events were truly strange. First the clashing cultures of the backgrounds, then explicit images on the wall, and now a TV that twisted memories into perverted visages. "Okay, we need to leave this place now!" He lifted his scissors.
Before a portal could be opened, a powerful force flew into the room and flew the three apart. Spike crashed onto the couch while Franziska and Agatha slammed into opposite walls. The posters of naked women came to life and wrapped their exposed flesh around the two ladies, binding them into place. The dragon groaned, trying to step off the couch to free his friends.
The TV screen flickered through several images of naked women being pounded, their mouths hanging open, and their eyes glazed over in pleasure as many cock forced their ways into each of their orifices. The dragon could only watch, frozen in place. It was so surreal. The scene played out, shifting from woman to woman. The men, if they could even be called that, were faceless, featureless, with massive, thick, veiny cocks and balls. Their appendages were like tentacles, wriggling and pulsing with energy between big breasts, tight asses, and slapping faces.
The whole scene was almost hypnotic. Spike could feel himself getting hard as the scenes played out. He tried not to look at any of them, forcing his eyes closed. Yet, the sounds, the slaps, and the wet smacks only seemed to grow louder. His own cock slowly rising out of his pocket. The poster women shivered and gasped at the size and shape of his cock, the way it pulsed and twitched with life.
"Spike!" Agatha screamed, trying to reach him. Her voice snapped the dragon out of his trance, and his head whipped around, looking for his companions. "Find your strength!" She pleaded with him. "Use your fire to break this spell!!"
Spike fought to suppress the chaos that enveloped him. The flickering images on the screen, punctuated by lewd moans and squishy slaps, served as a testament to the frivolous pleasures that consumed so many. Yet, for Spike, this was merely background noise.
With determination hardening his resolve, Spike turned inward, drawing on the depths of his power. He had always been aware of the potential that simmered within him; this moment would be the crucible that turned a smoldering ember into a roaring blaze. He opened his mouth and gave voice to that energy, channeling it until it erupted in a stunning display of green flames. It illuminated not only the space around him but also unveiled layers of the reality of the room that had long been obscured. The posters and the pleasing images faded away to reveal a room just like the hallway, pillars, and ancient writing matching the portal scissors.
Strange yet were names now appearance on each of the statues of male warriors, with similar names upon the places where the posters once stood. This made things so obvious in connecting the statues to the scenes on the posters and possibly to the TV screen itself. So many mysteries solved and dropped in a single go, too much to surge through given their current predicament.
Once it was finally over, Spike tempered his flames to ensure his companions weren't consumed too. Franziska and Agatha were still bound to the walls, but at least the horrifying event was over. With a deep sigh, Spike lowered his head and attempted to calm his shaft back.
That is until the names of his two female companions appeared on the walls too, right above their heads. Things were far from over. The ashy remains of the posters and the TV were picked up by the same force that kept them bound. It swirled the black dust together, creating a tall human shape. Wicked laughter mixed with growls as the ash fell away, revealing a black woman with long flowing white hair. "How dare you ruin my fun?! How dare you destroy one of her favorite rooms?!"
"Who are you?!" Franziska and Agatha snapped in unison.
"You don't know who I am?" The woman stepped forward, her hips swaying. "You gave me such lustful images, but then you destroy it? Defiling one of the Mistress's rooms?!" She stopped in front of Spike and pressed her foot against his swaying cock. "Tell me why, you little lizard, would you be so cold to the creator of your path."
"The portal scissors... You know their creator--" Spike's words were stopped as she shoved her foot in his face, his mind was foggy, and his cock throbbed from the contact. "Whoever you are, this is all wrong... We will not bend to such perversion!"
"Is that so?" The woman grinned and stroked her foot tenderly over his shaft, making it rise to attention. "My name is Urd, and I am one of the Mistress's 18 goddesses of sex." Her toes wrapped around the head of his cock. "You are mine to do with as I please!" She laughed, pressing her weight onto him.
"What do you mean?!" Spike demanded. "Who is your mistress?! Why would she have such beings under her imploy--" He shivered as she squeezed his tip between her toes.
"You've already encountered one of us previously..." Urd held up her hand to the ceiling and dropped down an image of Satella. "She warned me there were some crazed wanders, but I didn't expect to run into you so quickly." Her other hand called upon their portal scissors, ensuring no escape even if they could move.
"Get off of him!!" Agatha screamed.
"You know the forger of these!" Franziska joined in, kicking and screaming. "Who is she? Speak her name! Who is your mistress?!"
"No!!" Urd cackled out loud, working Spike's penis even harder with her foot. "You're not in any position to demand answers. But you can enjoy the show." The black goddess snapped her fingers. The hands of the poster women returned. However, instead of just binding the two women, they groped their shoulders, chests, bellies, and asses. Much to the women's confusion, the hands began massaging their skin, slipping beneath their clothes.
Urd grinned, feeling Spike's shaft grow even larger in her foot. "You have quite the eye for quality." She admired both ladies, listening to the shivers and grunts that quickly followed.
"Stop this!" Franziska's face was turning bright red as she tried to hide her arousal.
"Don't do this!" Agatha's pleas were more genuine, trying to fight the sensations.
"What's the matter, dear guests?" Urd laughed again, teasing and toying with the dragon's member. "Can't handle a little fun?" She raised her hands to her own chest and pussy, rubbing and massaging herself to the seductive sounds of her captives' gasps and groans.
Meanwhile, Spike was having trouble containing himself, his hips bucking involuntarily as he struggled to focus. His thoughts were clouded with desire and lust, a haze that threatened to drown his will. He had to call upon his fire again, aim it directly at her. But her will over his cock was too strong.
The black goddess was clearly enjoying every second of her domination, her body moving in sinuous motions, accentuating her curves and enhancing her sensuality. Her breasts heaved and swayed with her movements, her nipples straining against the fabric of her dress. She licked her lips, her eyes hooded and full of desire. "I think it's time to bring this game to the next level!" She lifted her other foot up and began floating in the air, wrapping both her feet firmly around his cock.
Urd's toes squeezed and pulled, stroking him in an intricate rhythm. Her heels caressed his swollen testicles, adding a layer of exquisite pleasure that became impossible for Spike to contain. The dragon moaned and grunted, his body writhing in ecstasy. His resistance was quickly eroded as his mind succumbed to the relentless assault on his senses.
"Yes! Yes!" Urd squealed in delight, her face flushed and her body trembling. "Give into your desires! Embrace the pleasure!" She pumped her feet harder and faster, driving Spike closer and closer to the edge. Her breath came in short gasps, her chest heaving harder as she worked herself at the same speed, if not faster.
"No, stop!!" Franziska cried out, trying to resist the sensations overwhelming her.
"I can't!" Agatha cried, her body giving in.
Spike tried his best to hold on, his entire body tensing as he fought against the rising tide of pleasure. His heart pounded in his ears, his muscles taut and his breathing ragged. Urd's feet stroked and squeezed, the friction building to a fever pitch. "I can't stop. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Spike was barely able to form the words.
The black goddess laughed, her eyes gleaming with triumph. This would only be the first of many hours she would put them through. Anger simmering under her lust, a desire to torture them until their memories were plastered all over her walls. Yes, just like the previous fools who found themselves trapped in her domain.
Urd's pace was relentless, her toes and heels sliding and pressing against Spike's throbbing shaft. She could feel the pressure mounting, his cock pulsing and twitching. "That's right, my pet," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Let go. Surrender!"
Agatha and Franziska couldn't help but watch, their bodies trembling as the hands continued to pleasure them. Spike's grunts and moans were sending shivers down their spines, the sight of his cock being expertly manipulated by the black goddess's feet stirring a forbidden desire deep within them. They tried to deny it, tried to cling to their last vestiges of control, but their resolve was crumbling with every passing moment.
Urd's body quivered and shook, her breathing ragged and her voice a husky whisper. "Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped, her feet working faster and harder. Spike's shaft swelled and pulsed, the pressure building to a breaking point. She loved seeing their orgasmic faces rising to the surface. The thought was enough to push her over the edge, her body convulsing in ecstasy.
However, there was something else building behind the dragon. Urd's eyes narrowed as a shadowy shape seemed to materialize behind the beast. The goddess's smirk widened as a sense of dread washed over her. It grabbed her and flung her off Spike just as his semen gushed forth. It threw her to the floor, knocking her out cold, and retreated back into Spike's shadow ever so fast so only she got pelted in his white seed.
Spike gasped for air, his body relaxing as he slowly regained his composure. Franziska and Agatha dropped to the floor as Urd's power faded away. Both left shivering on the edge of their climaxes, unable to understand what they saw. From their respective, a shad lunged itself out of Spike's shadow and attacked the goddess.
"Are you guys okay?" Spike asked, his cock shrinking back into his pocket. He didn't even see it at all, barely coming down from her high.
"We're fine," Franziska replied, brushing the dust off her cloak as she regained her footing. The bravado in her voice disguised the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind.
With remarkable speed, Franziska rushed over to Urd and grabbed their portal scissors. She ripped them from the goddess's hands before Urd could register what was happening. She kicked Urd in the face for added measure and opened a portal. "We have everything we need." She nodded to Spike, picking him off the couch.
"Where are we going now?" He asked, stepping towards the portal.
"Anywhere but here?!" Agatha agreed and followed suit.
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