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Vice and Violence - inkybus' inevitable incident [IC]

For a while, the only things that broke the silence was the party's banter and the sound of their feet stepping on the uneven rock.

The knight who was at the tip of their little expedition slowed down after they walked for some time… three quarters of an hour, though none of the people present then would have known what that sort of time measurement was, yet.

"Get ready: I see a couple feral zombies coming our way. If you want to exchange weapons or something, best do it now!"

The knight stepped aside and his skeletons followed suit, letting the party see a pair of shuffling undead staggering closer, one step at a time.

The zombies are middle-aged human men, one with a fatal-looking chunk of throat missing while the other looks to have several stab wounds and a missing arm. Both of them ignore the knight and the skeletons, as they attempt to close the distance to the group quickly in order to get at them.
 
The zombies stepped past the group's armoured guide, who had stepped to the side. The skeletons had followed suit and leaned against the tunnel wall, as the knight ordered them to do.

They were out of the way, as the knight observed the zombies finally reach Fungy for one and Grushik the other. The group had a chance to surround the zombies to deal with them easily, or whatever else they decided to do.
 
Ourglas came to an abrupt stop at when the phrase 'feral zombie' passed the armored man's lips. Assuming he had lips. Or was a man. He'd warned them that they might run into some of them, but she'd thought since they were going back the way he had come, if he was a he, that they'd have been cleared out already! Apparently not! "Oh, crap, oh, crap, oh, crap on a crap cracker!"

The zombies were a lot more uniform than she expected; a pair of human men whose bodies showed the devastating injuries that had slain them. Before the could do much more than wobble in place, causing a great deal of wobbling in her bosom and buttocks, the knight stepped back to clear the way for the zombies to get right to them. "Hey! A little he-eeEEP!" The undead came onward and the buxom dwarf brandished her axe in what she surely hoped was a threatening fashion, "You guys better watch your asses! I've got three guys here with over five feet of dick between them, and you don't want to mess with that much!" The threat didn't really make sense, even to her, but her mouth was running on its' own.

As they approached, the dwarf abruptly turned and ran, her buttcheeks slapping together making a frantic staccato beat, "Curse me being the juiciest!" She did not run away but rather ran across in front of her companions, the nugget of a plan in her mind being to draw the mostly mindless ferals right into the weapons of her...allies? Friends? Fellow amnesiac unwilling time travelers? They needed to come up with a word for this. Other than royally screwed.
 
Grushik didn’t run away from the sight of the undead. They were just monsters all the same. With his staff, he walked right past his dwarf companion to the zombies. He raised his weapon for the monster and had to crash down on its head!
 
The first zombie approached Grushik, while the second began to shuffle slowly after Ourglas: soon, the former was in reach and Grushik made a show of might right and proper for an orc. With one brutal swing, the staff made of crystal caved the zombie's skull in and fractured its spine, rendering it dead once more.

It flopped to the ground, it's ghoulish groan cut short, while his fellow undead shuffled past Grushik slowly.

"Well struck."

The knight spoke up, encouragingly, despite the rasping, dry hue of their voice.
 
"Ohhh me next!" The small red satyr exclaims excitedly, eager to test the combat prowess of his body. He raises his stone sword and runs at the remaining zombie to take a big cut at its legs.
 
The zombie that was going to shuffle past the group was intercepted by Fungy before long and with a sweeping cut, the stone sword cut and shattered the legs of the undead with ease. It seemed as though the undead bones weren't as sturdy as most bones of the average folk, and the zombie fell to the ground, its head thudding violently against the stone. The attack appeared to have been enough, as the undead did not rise or move again, staying dead for good this time.

"Well done. It seems like you aren't uselessly afraid of these. With training, you could become competent warriors."

The knight rasped, letting the group recover for a little bit, before anything else.
 
"Good job everyone!" Saisen said, trying to look a little disappointed that he didn't get to participate, but in reality he was perfectly fine with it. Saisen was good to go when the rest of them were.
 
Ourglas looked back over her shoulder in time to see the red-furred satyr chop the remaining zombie off at the legs, the rest of the rotted, corrupted body smashing hard to the ground. It didn't stir again, looking like he'd killed it! Again. Hopefully for good! "Nice work, you two! Fungy, right?" She turned quickly on the spot, the movement causing her breasts to swing as well, almost pulling her to the right from their momentum and heft. "I owe you one! Once we're safe, you can call that favor in." She gave him a wink.

Then she walked back to the group. "All right, let's go before any more crawl out of the wood-, er, stonework. Lead on!" She struck a pose with her axe, beaming broadly.
 
"I don't know about you all, but I am in the mood to fight a few more. I'd like to test out my body a bit more, before I test out my body in that way." Fungi hopped up and down on his hooves, his armor clanking as he landed. "That said if I am the only one I will be glad to follow." Fungi stopped and thought for a moment. "In the interest of group cohesion, we should find out who is interested in trying out whom before we start handing out favors to each other. Don't want anyone feeling left out. At least until we capture some sex slaves."
 
Ourglas spurred the group onward and the knight obliged, mentioning off-handedly: "You aren't wrong in considering that- in my experience, zombies are like feral goblins… usually, where there are a few, there will be many more in just a bit of time."

It could also have been another way to tell the group to keep their eyes open for any further undead, of course.

"Sex slaves? Do you want to resort to those?"

The knight asked, albeit he did not seem to turn hostile- merely curious at what Fungy thought about the whole topic.
 
"What kind of world did you come from before this? Why would you, of all people, need slaves for sex. Your huge cock is..." Saisen started to say, his brain running ahead of sensibilities. "Well, it's rare that someone that well endowed has trouble finding sexual partners." The dragonkin said, turning quite red at this freudian slip.
 
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Ourglas followed along behind the knight, his talk of zombies and feral goblins making her hope that the exit wasn't that far away. Fungy then made an excellent suggestion! "It's always best to be on the same page, good call! As for me...hm. I'm game for anyone or anything! But I really want to get dicked down most of all. Hell, if you guys wanted to, once we get somewhere safe, I'll take you all on!"

Saisen commented then and the busty dwarf giggled, "Ohh, hey, hey, Saisen, would you want to get railed too? Own it! It's okay, I won't judge."

She did then go back a bit and snort, "Sex slaves, nah! That's what friends, associates, random strangers, and prostitutes are for!"
 
"S-Sorry...I just have feelings that back then, my particular preferences were not common in among my peers and open for ridicule. Very stoic masculine values expected." The brainy femboy replied.

"Yes, I would enjoy getting railed too..." He admitted, blushing cutely.
 
Fungy blinks. "Resort to? How do you all punish thieves or people that try and kill you? Don't tell me you go around killing all the cuties, how barbaric. As for my world, I don't remember much. Flashes of war, and battles long past. I remember the need to expand the tribe and find new blood." Fungy then laughs. "It seems I have a new tribe to grow. We'll need lands and treasures, and new blood. I wonder if we really are dead, and wound up in paradise."

"Oh good I was curious about trying you out, but wasn't sure how to brooch the subject without insulting you. I actually am not sure what any of you are. I hope I am as interesting a specimen an you all are to me!" Fungy laughs his arms spread wide in jubilation.
 
Fungy asked a good query and the knight shrugged. "In sub-Dunhorrin, public physical punishment and public humiliation is often used. Criminals do get the choice to be slaves or die, too, in extreme cases. On the surface, I know they have a cottonbug and fuzzmoth ranch where criminals are held and work to clear their sentence- though treason can be punished by execution, banishment into the desert upon pain of death or physical and mental transformation into a proper prostitute working for one of the governors' brothels, depending on the criminal's choice."

The knight chortled, which was a strange and eerie sound, given his raspy voice. "Occasionally, there are times where someone may be punished to stocks for public sexual use- but it's uncommon."
 
Ourglas kept along behind Zunn, staying close to the knight. She mostly listened during the exchange between her Saisen, Fungy, and the knight. "That's a lot of options, I guess. It's good there are different ways to go if you do end up doing crimes. Not that I'm planning to! But you never know." Physical and mental transformation? That also sounded pretty damn interesting! She wanted to ask about it but maybe once they were out of life threatening danger.

She couldn't resist circling back to the topic of conversation Fungy had opened up. "What about you, big, green, and beefy? What's your pleasure? Oh, and you too, Zunn! Wouldn't want you to feel left out. What trips your trigger?"
 
“My tribe had a good number of bed warmings and sex slaves. People we defeated in fights or who tried to attack us.” Grushik gave his thoughts about the conversation, not seeing anything wrong with the idea. It just made sense after showing superiority to a weaker foe.

“Speaking of which, I could go for a wet hole soon enough. The idea of being locked up for so many years has me pent up.” He gave a small growl.
 
Zunn's head moved, side to side, in a simple refusal. "I do not care for sex. You can go ahead and do whatever you want though, I do not mind."

The clearly asexual knight spoke and there was no heat in his words: he was truthful when he stated that he was apathetic towards sexy stuff happening around him. It was likely that there could be an orgy all around Zunn and he would wade through the carpet of revellers and exit stage left without a word.

As they walked and chatted among each other, the tunnel began to slope upwards in a more pronounced way than before. As they walked, another tunnel broke off to their right, equally as tenebrous as the slope they were walking along. Zunn ignored it and continued onwards and upwards.

Soon, they smelled the rot and decay of zombies and heard the moaning and scrabbling of the undead they had seen previously as well. "Help me with this small horde and you will get to the surface to fuck a wet hole sooner."

The knight told Grushik, as he drew his sword and began to walk to the side, ordering his skeletons to "Stay." once they were positioned close to the wall and out of the way of the fighting. Then, he charged the zombies: a dozen and more undead could be seen in the glow of the magic torch, six of them breaking off to fight the living, while five of them tried to grab and bite Zunn, after he decapitated the lead zombie with one swing of his blade.
 
The fact that each of the awakened quartet seemed to be having similar urges to Saisen made him feel a bit more relaxed and horny, his hole twitching as Grushik gave that predatory growl.

"Oh heck, lets give this a shot!" The femboy said as he stepped up to a nearby zombie and swung the staff as best he could.
 
The young orc rushed at the zombies and swung his staff around. The weapon aimed for the head of a undead to cave it in. He did so to help Zunn.
 
She let out a completely undignified squeak and jumped at the appearance on the horde of undead. Was this enough to be a horde? Maybe she could look it up once they got to the city. If she made it that far! "Oh, no, no, no, oh fuck me!" There were way too many for her companions to handle. There were too many for all of them to handle! How could they get out of this?

The ridiculously buxom dwarf looked around for something she could use to try to even the odds or employ in some clever tactics. There were some rocks. Zombie bodies. That was pretty much it. "Ohhh, here I go, I guess! Gods...are there gods? Anyway, gods save my meaty, juicy body!" She didn't charge forward like others. It might be called an aggressive jog save that she was not an aggressive person, or so it seemed. She swung out with the iron axe and managed to score a hit on one of the lumbering corpses. "Y-yeah! Take that, and-and you'll get more of the same if you don't piss off!"
 
With a visceral crunch the first zombie got killed as Saisen's staff swung and broke its neck, the head hanging down, almost draped over the shoulder. The body thumped to the ground.

Grushik was quick on his feet as well and his staff shattered the solar plexus and the spine as well, throwing the zombie back: its supine form remained motionless on the ground after.

Ourglas' axe parted flesh but the zombie was not dead yet. Its left shoulder was damaged and therefore its arm was immobile, but it did not stop moving: in fact, it tried to club Ourglas with its meaty fist in retaliation!

Meanwhile, another zombie approached Grushik and tried to use its claw-like nails to swipe at him! Finally, the last two feral undead approached Fungy and Saisen respectively, frothing at the mouth, clawing and swiping at the living in their midst.

As the group fought together against this group, Zunn Dehr bisected another two zombies, before taking a step back to avoid getting grabbed and bogged down by the three remaining feral undead.
 
The paper white pale woman reeled back as a meaty but disturbingly squishy fist smacked into her face, sending her spinning about in place. "Ow! All this boob and you still manage to hit my face! Come on, man!" She was still spinning as she swung her axe again, barely managing to clip the rancid thing, the thick blade biting...well, it would have bit in if she had landed a solid hit. It more scored the zombie's mid-section. You know, for flavor.
 
Saisen pales as the zombie's clawed hands came at him. His life tried to flash before his eyes many times, but he just kept seeing the words <IMAGE NOT FOUND> instead. At the last second, Ourglass's well endowed body swung her axe as she fought one of the undead, kicking up crypt dust into the femboy's nose. He sneezed so hard and unexpectedly that he fell on his round ass and managed to have a sore butt instead of a profusely bleeding chest.

He would get back up and swing his staff again at the one that tried to attack him.
 
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