"So…" The doll looked up from the flier clenched in her hands. “Which tower is it again?”

“I… I don’t know, Wendy,” the kobold replied, looking at the two mage towers, 300 feet apart. One was twice the size of the other. She squinted her slitted eyes as her large blue tail patted the ground in thought.

The towering elven maiden of the party sighed tiredly, pointing at a line above the listed reward. "Right here, Bolty," she said flatly. "We're looking for 'The Tower that stands proudly and more beautifully than that jerk's ostentatious pillar of vanity'."

“So the taller one then, Brigit?” The cat girl asked, her own eyes squinting. 

“Heh.” The halfling laughed. “Nah, let's just go to the tall one and see what happens. What's the worst that can happen? Maybe we can get paid twice for the same job.”

The doll nodded, rolling the flyer back up before looking at the shorter tower. Shorter, more tapered… "So it's definitely not a-"

"I'm sure he's very capable and has yet to hear a single complaint about the size of his tower." The halfling clapped the doll's shoulder, hustling past her to the taller tower. "Or a compliment."

“Nah it’s definitely a dick thing, Nelly.” The cat replied, walking ahead towards the taller tower.

“Shut up, Molly; I'm trying to be tactful.” The halfling said, huffing as she pulled her raid hair back into a ponytail with a ribbon.

“You know I hate that name!” the cat screamed, hissing.

A delicate hand rubbed one of her ears tenderly as Brigit glided past. "But it fits so much better, kitty cat." The monotonous deadpan all but ruined the delivery of the endearment.

Molly hissed, trying to leap at the elf only to fly wide and land on her face, the elf having evaded the swing with her usual elegance.

“You know elves can read animals like the back of their hands, right?” Bolty grinned, finally having approached the door of the taller tower. “Please let me lead here… no funny business. We need this job, unless you all want to be homeless.”

With an exaggerated groan, Nelly tightened her belt with a solemnly sarcastic nod. "I promise to not try to fuck this boss, oh wise leader. No fucking her, no quips, and no comments about the capable skills of my sheathe." After a pause, she still undid half of her tunic. "I don't promise to not at least make myself appealing to the eye.”

The kobold sighed, and then knocked on the door, which was almost twice her height. It took quite a bit, but eventually a human woman in a sheer silk gown with oddly glazed-over eyes approached and smiled as she saw the party.

“Oh! Are you the party my hmmm… my Ex hired? To help with his curse?” The woman asked, seeming somewhat confused about what she was saying.

“Huh?” Bolty replied before taking the flyer from Wendy, unrolling it.

HELP WANTED: ADVENTURER PARTY TO HELP REMOVE CURSE. NO QUESTIONS ASKED.

“I guess so?” Bolty replied.

The feline flicked her ears, studying the flier from above the kobold's head with a purr. "So it was a dick thing," she muttered.

“Wellllll~ What if I offered you more money to hmm… complicate matters a bit?” The sorceress added. “You see, Gary is my ex, and he was rather terrible to me when he broke up with me. He insisted that there was no possible way that he would ever touch my dick. Not one chance. So I cursed him! He will slowly feminize so he can learn his lesson that femininity isn’t what is between your legs.”

The party paled a bit, the three taller women looking between each other, wincing.

The halfling, taking a deep inhale, nodded solemnly before folding her arms under her chest. Her gaze sized up the sorceress as she frowned. “How much are we talking?” Nelly asked, raising an eyebrow.

“His entire vault, he won’t be needing it once I'm done with him~” The mysterious woman was biting her lip, a hand slowly caressing the door frame as she chuckled ominously.

Bolty blinked slowly, her slitted pupils widening a bit. “A-an entire wizard vault?”

“Yes. My vault is far superior anyway~ Just like my tower~” She gave the five women a look, adjusting her stance to have her robes pull tighter. "Among… my other assets."

“DEAL!” Nelly said before anyone else could speak.

“H-hey, we didn’t even-” The kobold tried to interject.

Wendy's hands pushed the kobold down to where Nelly hunched over. "I agree, deal!"

“Bolty, that would set us for fucking life! We need that kind of money.” Nelly interrupted, putting a finger against the kobold's snout.

“She isn’t wrong…” Brigit added. “We might be able to get us three permanent transmutation potions…”

“Oh, I'll gladly throw those in for free~ If you accept, of course." The woman’s mostly empty stare softened with a smile for the taller elf. "I know how hard it can be for you girls.”

The three taller women nodded, small smiles passing between them at the generous offer.

“Alright, so we take his job and then-” Bolty tried to say, before once again being interrupted

“Listen to his maid; she works for me and will… help you out a bit,” the strange, glassy-eyed sorceress said.

“Ok I guess. Thank you, Ms…” The kobold added, tilting her head.

“My name isn’t important.” 

“Alright then… Bye?” Bolty waved as she turned towards the much shorter tower.

The woman nodded, already closing the door in their faces. "Yes, goodbye and good luck. Remember to listen to his maid." It thudded solidly, a commotion of something falling just barely passing through the wooden barrier.

“That was strange,” Wendy said, her key ticking somewhat faster than normal.

“Arcanists are always strange,” Brigit shrugged. "Seeking to understand and manipulate the arcane can always cause… unusual effects in a myriad of ways."

Soon they had crossed the 300 feet required to make it to the second wizard tower, and Bolty knocked once more. This time the door opened instantly, to a tall, gorgeous maid with raven black hair and purple skin. Two ram's horns curled out of the side of her head, and a heart-tipped tail wove out of the back of her very fetishistic maid dress. Little wings fluttered behind her hips as she stared at them all.

“O-oh,” Bolty said, her blue scales taking a more redder tint as she looked at the gorgeous woman.

“Hmmm? What’s wrong?” The maid asked, leaning forward. Each of them were gifted a tantalizing view of the lavender valley down her dress, with Bolty having a glimpse of an areola along the neckline. “Never seen a gorgeous maid before, little lizard?”

“N-No, it’s just uh… Are you a succubus?”

“Only half~” The maid replied with a purr. Her eyes fluttered, and a forked tongue brushed her lower lip. "And I've found that's more than enough."

“A-ah,” Bolty said. “W-we are here for the uh… curse job. We talked to your… employer and are willing to help.”

“Oooooh. Perfect.” The maid stood up straight to her full 6’8”, taking the chance to look over the party while licking her lips again.

“Yes, you’ll all do wonderfully. Why don’t you go and get the quest from my ‘master’,” she laced that word with a particular level of sarcasm, “and then we can go and discuss what you will actually be doing.”

For some reason this maid seemed far more in charge than the sorceress they had talked to, but the entire party was far too flustered to think much at all.

“M-may we have your name?” Molly interjected, pushing herself in front of Bolty. She did her best to carry herself forward with a particular swagger to her step. It didn’t work, however. If anything, the gesture was far too adorable.

“Camulinia, dear. A pleasure~ and don’t worry, I already know who you all are~”

A statement which should have sent up alarm bells instead caused the entire party to swoon, but they dared not say a word, lest they scare off the goddess before them.

As they followed her up the stairs, constantly glancing at the frills of white lace almost tempting them to act, Nelly pulled on the short leader's large tail. "Okay, you said no funny business but please, you owe me this."

"We have a job to do!" she hissed quietly. The kobold glanced back at the succubus's beautiful posterior. "And sh- she's the boss here! We can't just fuck this up by fucking her!"

“You’re thinking it too! I can smell your fucking lizard slick from here~” Molly said with a teasing purr.

“H-hey… It’s not that bad.” Wendy replied.

“You spend all your time with your face in her cloaca anyway! That doesn’t mean anything!” the cat snapped back.

Brigit sighed, hoping none of them noticed the adjustments to her own gait. "Just once, may we please not discuss our proclivities around an employer? The Church of the Sacred Mother was a fluke, not the rule."

A hand slapped her on the ass, the doll grinning dumbly and trying to be confident to the much taller woman. "Oh~? You say something, Pillow Priestess?"

Bolty turned around, staring the doll down. “Wendy… Keep being naughty, and you know what will happen~”

Wendy’s ticking rate picked up. "Yes Madame! I'm a good dolly!" she chirped out of reflex.

None of them noticed the grin that was forming on the half-succubus’ face, or the way she began to move to be as alluring as possible, Or realized that succubi could sense lust from those nearby. Perhaps it was for the best. She simply adjusted her tail to give them a better look at the intricate and sinfully small scrap of white lace clinging to her posterior.

Eventually they reached the peak of the tower, and the inside was a disaster. Books thrown around everywhere, potion bottles discarded, ingredients tossed around, and at the center was a sleep-deprived, manic twink of a man.

“Master Gary, your adventurers have arrived.”

“Oh! Perfect!” He said, looking up from his current book as he tossed it over his shoulder, looking over the party. "Gentlemen I-" His face fell, an annoyed groan leaving him before he looked at the maid. “I uh… why are they all women?”

“Nobody else has arrived to take the job, Master Gary.” The succubus said. “Your reputation among adventurers is not the best.”

"It's not my fault they can't respect my intellect and arcane prowess!" he whined. The group winced, understanding the reason someone like him would have been worth cursing after a breakup.

“You do attempt to pay them in ‘pickup advice’ Master Gary.”

“It works every time! What self-respecting man wouldn’t want it!”

"The ones who require coin," replied Nelly. Under her breath, she scoffed quietly to Bolty's ears. "And not to buy their women by the hour…"

“I am paying in coin this time!” Gary screeched, his patchy five o'clock shadow making his manic features all the more apparent. “Okay look, my bitch ex cursed me because I didn’t want to do some gay shit like getting fucked up the ass or touch her dick like a fag. You’re all women, you understand how embarrassing that must be for a man." He cleared his throat, squaring his shoulders while trying to not look or sound so diminutive. "Anyway, I need you… adventurers to go and find several items which might help me break the curse, starting with 'The Necklace of the Masculine Urge'. It should help me fix my damn voice… it’s getting higher pitched by the day.”

“Uh huh…” Bolty said. “And where can we find that?”

“In the Tomb of Chadimus Supreme.”

“You mean the guy who isn’t real?” Brigit asked. “And was made up by misogynists to create a 'Hero of Male Masculinity'?”

“No! He is totally real! His tomb is right nearby! It says it in this book!”

He wove a spell and pulled a copy of A History for Badass Men from across the room. Nelly winced as Wendy nodded in mock seriousness. "Oh yes, I'm sure 'Chad the Bitch Layer of Alphaness' is a very real and reputable figure in archaeology."

He didn't seem to notice her sarcasm, throwing them the book with a smirk. "Obviously. He had 183 bitches. One for every two days a year, and no rings involved." No one picked it up, just letting the book fall to the ground as they kept glancing back at the demurely smiling maid as her tail swayed faster. With a huff, he finally continued despite their lacking enthusiasm.

“Look, just go and get it and then we can move on from there. You’re adventurers, you'll figure it out.” 

“Oooookay.” Bolty said. “Uh… Right. We’ll get right on that. We’ll be back soon!”

The group left the room as quickly as possible.

“We are so lucky we aren’t actually getting paid by that guy.” Molly said. “We would be so screwed.”

They went down a few floors before ending up in a lounge, where the maid took a seat and motioned for the others to sit. “Well, shall we discuss what you will actually be doing?”

"Please!" whined the cat. She slumped across Brigit and Wendy's lap with a groan. "I don't think I could stomach even thinking about the dungeon he's convinced is real."

“Thankfully, it isn't anything like what he's asking of you." She tucked a lock of hair behind her horn with an expertly manicured nail. "Instead, I need you to go and fetch me The Choker of the Liberated Voice, currently held by the Lady of the Crimson Courts in the next duchy over. You know, the one which has been cursed with eternal night by foul spirits.”

“Isn’t that a bit dangerous?” Bolty asked. “Like, don’t they uh… take thralls and stuff.”

Caluminia giggled playfully, crossing her sensually long legs to tap her heels together. “Oh yes, they do, but I wouldn’t worry too much about that. Wendy here will be immune to their charms as she isn’t even alive! Worst case scenario she can finish the job entirely.” The succubus said, creating a mage hand and patting the doll on the head with it. "My… employer made sure to only seek out the most capable of parties for this task, after all."

“W-wah? So in the worst case it will all come down to me?” Wendy mimicked gulping, staring at the grinning maid. The succubus licking her lips did not help her anxiety or mitigate the boner her stare was causing.

“Yes, but don’t worry, I’ll be there with you the whole time,” the maid chimed, grinning brightly. "You will have an excellent opportunity inside. I heard Lady Crimson's daughters are currently seeking out new servants to attend to the family. And they only have maids. You lovely ladies are exactly what they'll find enticing."

“We won’t like… die, right?” Molly asked.

“No, they are very careful not to kill their maids. You will be absolutely fine.” She hummed, arching her back as she leaned backward. "Just remember to stay hydrated. I hear their maids are regularly sucked dry. In every sense of the word~"

They all blushed at the lascivious comment. “I guess it’s good we have Wendy then,” Bolty said, laughing nervously. “No fluids to suck.” She gave the doll a sympathetic look. Said doll was eagerly petting their cat's head as she listened. "Uh, y'know…"

“Unless they like gear oil…” Wendy added, her ticking increasing in speed. “Or leaky drippy doll cum.” The whirring ticks from within her body caused small jitters to her hands from the increased pace.

The succubus’ dress tented… and then kept tenting… and kept tenting… and everyone in the party watched it as the purple-skinned woman licked her lips. “O-oh? Why don’t we… test that? Just a bit? Need to make sure the vampires won’t get hopelessly addicted, you see. It would be rather bad for the plan.” The towering length lifted it enough for the underside of the lavender pillar to be fully on display.

Every woman in the room stared at the tent in the maid's dress, intimidated and aroused in equal measure. With a twitch of her hips, the skirt slid down, leaving the imposing length on full display in all its splendor.

“Oh yes… it would be rather terrible.” The team’s Kobold said, panting a bit. “We need to test that extremely thoroughly. And well, you seem more than capable of putting my dolly through her paces.”

Wendy blushed, her ticking increasing rapidly. “Oh, you think so, Madame? Oh yes…”

Wendy began fiddling with her armor, stripping down to her underwear with shaky hands. Her tiny girlcock was hard and already staining her panties as she moved over to the succubus’ lap.

The succubus’s skin was hot, leaving the doll even more aroused than she was before. The doll let the succubus slowly remove her bra and panties, exposing the dolls automatically slickening little asshole to her expert touch.

“Hmm, self-lubricating ~ how adorable~” The succubus said, before pulling the doll into a kiss.

It might have been perhaps the best kiss the doll had ever had, though she didn’t quite know that it was innate magic enhancing the experience tenfold. Her body and mind rapidly moved towards one point, that point being getting fucked up the ass by this gorgeous succubus’ massive cock.

“P-put it in… please…” The doll whined.

The succubus purred, biting her lip ever so gently as she fingered the doll's hole. "What a well trained girl~ But I didn't know toys asked to be used like that."

The doll whined, feeling so unfulfilled as a third finger entered her slick hole.

Every other girl in the room started touching themselves, unable to help themselves at the scene before them. Their clothes on, but only just.

"H- Her left hip socket," growled Bolty. Her claw was busy digging beneath her trousers. "It- It's her most sensitive and makes her tighten even more. Doubles her climax's intensity."

“Thank you for the tip~” the succubus said, running her tail over the left ball joint. The little doll clenched and let out a moan. 

“F-fuck me please! I can’t take it anymore!" Her hands clutched at the woman's shoulders, bracing herself as her key ticked even faster. She had to be skipping turns with how worked up she was becoming from this… this torment!

“Oh? You really can’t? Oh, alright, but only because your mechanic was so nice in telling me your weak point~” Caluminia said, removing the fingers, and then lining up her cock.

“Have you ever taken one this big before?” The succubus asked again.

“N-no…”

“Well, enjoy yourself then, little doll~”

Her nails clutched at the doll's petite waist before she pressed the pointed head to her soaked entrance. 

"On my mark, dear little toy. It wouldn't do to not warn you, would it~!" She thrust upwards, spearing into the doll's hole and making the automaton collapse into her stronger arms with a scream of pleasure. The fall drove her deeper, spearing her full of scaldingly hot, and impossibly arousing succubus cock.

The doll was unable to even think about moving as the succubus thrust into her leaving the small thing howling in pleasure. Her mind had emptied entirely as the innate magic of a succubus warped the experience into a tantalizing, addicting feeling that could not be replicated in any other way

Brigit huffed, breathing slightly heavier as she handled herself, staring enviously at the much larger length stretching out a hole she'd enjoyed herself on so many nights. Her ears flicked as she kicked with her leg, staining the inside of her robes with her pre as she watched the doll be reduced to a toy.

Molly’s barbed dick was now out in the open, the cat being unable to handle herself watching the lurid scene unfold before her. “F-fuck dollly, keep bouncing like that…”

Bolty had three fingers buried in her cloaca as she arched her back, her eyes locked on her life partner as she took the massive insertion, a bit of jealousy working into her. 

“Y-you’re using that on me next…” She told the succubus.

There was a small commotion as Nelly climbed onto Molly's lap before quickly sheathing the cat's length inside of her. As she did every time she impaled herself on the too-eager kitty, she let out a pained gasp. 

“FUCK that hurts!” Nelly said, but she didn’t stop. It was all for show between the two comrades. "F- Fucking watch the barbs!"

"T- Too goooodddd…" The catgirl's teeth bit down on Nelly's fingers, lightly chewing her as she thrusted up into her companion.

“Use… the fucking… spell…” Bolty said, whining as she pushed her hips into her hand.

“Right…” Nelly said, singing a magical song that made the experience far less damaging to her cunt.

“I-i’m closeeee…” Wendy whined, still entirely limp in the succubus’ arms, the pleasure building inside her as her ticking became erratic and irregular.

“Oh, are you going to cum for me? I should warn you~, orgasms from succubi are just a teeeeensy bit addictive. You’ll be coming back to me forever.”

“JUST LET ME CUM!” The dolly screamed, the pleasure working its way up through her body.

“Alright then, little slut. Scream for me~ I wanna hear it~” The succubus said, as her thrusting increased in pace. Each thrust was a loud clap of skin slamming into the doll's thighs, her hole drenching the succubus's glorious cock. 

She's no demon… This is too good to not be heavenly pleasure~! The doll rapidly became overwhelmed, her body peaking with pleasure as her ass clenched down onto the massive cock. She screamed in ecstasy as the succubus came as well, unloading a massive burst of burning hot cum into her porcelain ass.

The succubus let out a wanton moan of delight as the doll had the best orgasm of her entire life. Her perfectly designed hole was speared on the purple cock as her pleasure crested over and over and over in sheer orgasmic bliss.

Even as her pleasure wound down, her ticking was still erratic and irregular, her entire body thrown into disarray from the experience. Wendy fully collapsed onto the succubus’ lap, face resting on her exposed tits as she moaned weakly.

Soon after, everyone else came as well, the entire room filled with moans and whines and screams as cum and slick of every sort began coating the various surfaces in the sitting room.

Then right as everyone began to recover their senses, steps came down the stairs. The beautiful maid snapped her fingers as Gary looked into the room. Rather than seeing the recent display of sapphic debauchery, his eyes only saw six women sitting for tea.

Everyone stared at him, embarrassed, exhausted, but he only shrugged.

“Women and their fucking tea…” He said as he walked back upstairs.

Bolty then looked at the succubus, her cloaca dripping and pants torn apart by her claws. “ME NEXT.”