Past the first set, these are lightly part of Hotcakes original character/crossover fantasy series thing.
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Three Houses
What if she just chose no house, huh? She just goes off to make her own house, complete with whatever dudes she wants in it. Did you ever think about that one? <Series 4>

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Commence Sortie
It has been one year since the siege of the manor took place. With special forces in hand, the Maiden began her counterattack on the Demon Lord. Down a ways on Hell's Beach lies Castle Eventine, one of his footholds. If the girls could capture this base and free any captives, it would prove a useful resource for pushing through on the rest of this war. The girls had the advantage - nobody knew they were coming. At least, nobody was supposed to know.

It wasn't just the heroines' strength that grew stronger - thanks to the girls captured at the mansion, the demons had recuperated their numbers lost from the previous battle plus more on top of that. Some offspring, depending on who their mother was, developed increased strength or evolved to control certain types of magic. One was even born with insane speed, similar to that of the heroine that took down the Beast General. Despite this growth, the Beast General's presence could never be replaced, leaving only three potential generals to field in any capacity: Monster, Tentacle, and Human.

The day before the attack began, the Maiden sent out her acting commander, the Blademaster, to scout out the castle in the nearby woods. She was to draw up a plan and send it back to the rest of the mercenaries later that night. With high target threats and safe routes identified, the heroines would be able to prove victorious.

That didn't happen.

Awakened by a splash of water, the Blademaster found herself in a cell. Stripped of her belongings and chained up, she tried to figure out what had gone wrong. Before her stood a monster - a gray goblin with glowing eyes wearing a large hat. It spoke.

"Wake up. You're going to help me, no, help us"

The girl froze up in fear - in all the history of this world, no monster has ever spoken a coherent sentence before. Until this point, it had been an array of indistinguishable noises. This one.. it spoke to her.

"Tonight, when you head back to your camp, give them this map. Tell them to take these two routes. Split them up. Tell them to dress down in as little armor as possible, their swimsuits, preferably. Oh.. finally.. tell them this is the easiest assignment you've ever seen. Lie to them. Give them confidence. Once you've done that, head back here for further instructions"

She barked back. "And why would I listen to you?"

The creature smirked. Pulling out from behind him was a watch - the very same, yet broken, watch that the Servant had used in her defense of the mansion.

"Because you will"

Over the past year, the watch's properties were studied and repurposed into a device that could manipulate its target. He slowly swung the watch in front of her and watched as any resistance she had fell under his command"

"Yes.. anything for you.. my Master.."

It was still early and she wasn't expected to return back to camp until later that evening. All this meant for him was that there was plenty of time to play with his new toy before he sent her away. <Series 7>

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Proof of Revenance
The map the Blademaster had brought back held two pathes on it: One through the nearby forest and another around it towards the beach. Dividing into two parties, the forest team would act as a covert unit to support the beach team and consisted of three members: the Diplomat, the Sharpshooter, and the Thief. All remaining units were to take the beach route. With the plan in place, the girls went to bed for the night. Whether they knew it or not, it was their last night of peaceful sleep.

The forest team departed for their destination before the beach team awoke. Outside of the area being quiet and devoid of wildlife, all was fine for the first few hours. Seeing how easy it was to navigate, the Thief had gone ahead of them to carry out her mission, leaving only the Diplomat and Sharpshooter behind. This was about to change. Once they got deep enough, a dull, scarlet fog began to envelop the area, making visibility difficult to manage. Every so often, the girls would make sure to call out to each other to make sure they were still nearby.

A small shape began to form within the fog, only to reveal the first sign of life in this place. While it rested on the Diplomat's finger, she stopped for a moment to admire the creature. After a short while, the insect flew away, leaving only the girl and the fog. She called out to the Sharpshooter.. no response. She was alone, at least, until she met the second sign of life.

Unknown to our heroines, this forest had a negative reputation to it. The fog had allowed it to become a thriving no man's land, and soon she was about to see why. Jumped from behind, a bandit tackled her to the ground, sending her axe flying several feet away from her. The sudden impact left her dazed for a brief period. As she struggled to reach her weapon, more lowlifes showed up with chains, attaching them to her silky skin. Admiring the goods of what lie before him, their leader approached her.

"Good catch boys! We'll make a fortune off this one!"

In a desperate plea, the Diplomat tried to bargain for freedom.

"How about you guys join the winning team? If you help us take down the Demon Lord, we'll give you whatever you want in return."

The leader raised his eyebrow in confusion, almost as if to mock her.

"The winning team? Ha! We're already on the winning team!"

Unable to contain himself, he grabbed onto her head. With a single thrust, his rod plunged into her mouth and began pumping.

"Say.. I heard you calling out earlier.. you weren't traveling alone, were you?"

The Diplomat, now preoccupied, couldn't give a proper response. All that came out were muffled, panicked cries.

"I knew it! Alright boys, you heard the bitch! Move out and search for the rest of her party! We're about to be rich!"

The heroine's moans grew louder, as if to try and stop them, but it was too late. As more bandits disappeared into the fog, a warm release of fluid slid down her throat and into her stomach. It would be the first of many. <Series 7>

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Proof of Lordship
As the scarlet fog settled in, the two girls had agreed to call out to each other frequently to ensure neither of them would lose track of the other. A few hours had gone by, and, eventually, the Diplomat had stopped responding. The Sharpshooter yelled into the fog.. the fog returned these cries with nothing. Her voice became louder and more panicked, hoping that they would be picked up by her ally. The fog still refused to make a sound. She began running back along the path they came, attempting to locate anything that would help find the Diplomat, yelling all the same. The fog, this time, returned with something.

Though the fog was deep, the Sharpshooter could make out the muffled figures that were a few feet away from her. It was a group of bandits, and next to one of them, was an axe she recognized. She knew who was supposed to be carrying that axe, yet, her friend wasn't there. Where was she? Had she dropped her weapon? Did she get captured? As these thoughts began to race through the girl's mind, her anger rose with them. Above all other forms of evil in this world, she couldn't stand the bandits. Bandits had destroyed her home when she was younger, bandits had taken away those she loved, and here they were again, bandits, involved in her friend's disappearance. Her rage was boiling over - she pulled out her bow and steadied her aim. Holding her breath, she let loose the string.

PHEEeeww!
ooaAAHH!!

Screams of agony whipped through the trees. Lying on the ground was one of the bandits, dead, in a pool of their own blood. The girl released the breath she had held, but knew her job wasn't done yet. She went to pull out another arrow from her quiver, only to find nothing was there.

"Looking for this?"

Towering above her hunched over body stood a bandit, filled with as much rage as she had towards them. She immediately reached for her sword - it wasn't there. With nothing to defend herself with, she was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer strength of her opponent. The bandit called over to the rest of his group, alerting them all to what he had found. Bound to a tree and gagged with her own attire, she noticed the gaze of the dozens of men that now surrounded her.

"You'll pay for what you've done! See all our boys here? You're gonna apologize to each and every one of them for killing one of our own. Then, once we think you've paid your debt, we'll auction you and that girl we nabbed earlier off at the market. Haha! How's that sound?"

Upon hearing those words, she used the last of her strength to struggle. It gave her pure anguish knowing she was going to be defiled by these beings, yet, she could do nothing. All she could do was endure the hell she was about to go through. One by one, she was showered and pumped full of the bandit's "tribute" to their fallen comrade. Right after one finished, they moved to the back of the line and began preparing themselves for another round. There would be no end - there would be no forgiveness. <Series 7>

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Proof of Concealment
Having gone ahead of the others, the Thief, after a long trek, made it to her target destination by nightfall. Selected for her infiltration capabilities and skills at remaining undetected, she was tasked with rescuing prisoners while the rest of the team was diverting attention. As she approached the castle, she took notice of her surroundings. Soaring above were various winged beasts looking for their next meal, or in some cases, a little mischief. Being spotted by a single one of these would put a halt to our heroine's plan, but the Thief had no intentions of getting caught.

The winds started howling and dust littered the air - a sandstorm was brewing. She started to cough before stopping herself. Making any sort of noise would alert the creatures to her presence. Fortunately for her, a part of the ruins nearby had an entrance that led down inside. At least until the storm concluded, she decided she would hide herself inside them. Making a break for it, she dashed towards the opening and slid down the sand covered stairwell.

*Thud!*

The steel door she collided with vibrated back at her, echoing all the way back outside. A couple of faint caws were heard in the distance. They knew where she was, and she knew they were coming. Panicked, she hastily tried opening the door in front of her. It wouldn't budge. At the top of the stairs, eyes locked onto hers, were two winged beasts. They began their descent.

*Pound!* *Pound!*

"Come on! Open up!"

*Pound!* *Pound!*

*whooOOSH!*

With one last push, she stumbled through the doorway and into darkness. The door slammed shut behind her. Now collapsed on the ground, she took a moment to regain her step, but something was off. Besides her own, she could hear another, stifled, breath right next to her. With trembling hands, she lit a nearby torch.

"aaaAAAHHH!!"

Within mere inches of where she lie, panting heavily, was a chest mimic. A slimy tentacle shot out of its mouth and towards her leg, sliding up and coiling around it. Reaching back towards the door, she made a desperate attempt to escape. It wouldn't budge. On the other side, the storm had created an immovable wall of sand, sealing her away inside the tomb with this horror. With her free leg, she tried kicking the tentacle off the other one, hoping the tight grasp it held would release itself. Infuriated by her resistance, the creature let loose a roar - its saliva flung through the air and coating the heroine in sticky ooze. As the slimy, corrosive substance stuck to her body and began to melt her clothes, she let out one final scream before being plunged headfirst into the monster's maw.

In this realm, chest mimics aren't known for killing their prey. Instead, they pump their host full of eggs so the host can survive, letting the mimic harvest the girl's juices to sustain itself for eternity. Despite how it looked, both parties benefited from each other's presence. For the monster, a new treasure, and for her, a new purpose.
<Series 7>

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Dirty Deals
"Hello there handsome! Enjoying the story so far? It's pretty hot over here at Hell's Beach.. I think all this heat is getting to my head.. what? You didn't expect me to show up? Nonsense! Where there's war, there's profit to be made! Look! Here come some customers now!"

A group of the Demon Lord's goblins showed up to her stand. While the weapons were certainly of value, they were more interested in the scantily clad chick running the place. They proposed a deal to her - they would buy her entire stock if, and only if, she was included with it.

The girl had a dilemma: If she took the order, she would be giving herself over to the enemy to do who knows what with her, yet, if she didn't take the order, all that money would disappear. It was difficult, but after some deep thought, the Merchant made her decision.

"Pleasure doing business! Heehee~"

The ink settled onto the paper, making her signature official. It certainly was their pleasure.

After a few moments, a number of guards approached behind her. Piece by piece, what little coverage she had on that tanned body of hers was taken away, exposing her skin to all the horny monsters in front of her. All she could do was stand there and let it happen. If she showed any signs of resistance, the order would void, and all that precious gold would escape her.

One of the goblins sat down and motioned the Merchant over to sit on his lap. Climbing onto him, she looked down to see his cock, twitching with excitement. Giving the goblin a weak giggle, she began her service, grasping his shaft and gliding it through her hand. His meat slid between her delicate fingers effortlessly, massaging it in its entirety. More guards went over to join their comrade. Fluids began to fill her hand as she started picking up speed, now holding a firmer grip and focusing on giving the goblin as much pleasure as possible. His flesh began to pulsate as he could no longer contain himself. Knowing what was coming, she braced herself.

*SPLUURT!!*

One tally, two.. five tallies - five customers had been served and more were on their way. As she sat in her seat, her skin stained with goblin juice, she did her best to think about all the money she had made. Of course, the Demon Lord's army had never intended to pay her. It was just a convenience that the shopkeeper would hand herself over so easily, after all, what use was money to a slave? At the very least, due to her "cooperation", she was handled with much better care than the other girls that would meet their fate that evening. Another set of customers entered, and this time, they weren't going to be satisfied with just her hands. Grabbing hold of their shoulders, she slowly lowered herself down onto him and began to ride.

"Ha.. ha.."

The more she bounced on that pole, the rougher her breath became. Deep down, she thought to herself, she did always want a larger family. There never was enough of her to go around.

*SPLUURT!!*
<Series 7>

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Proof of Sorcery
With the Thief's disappearance, the entire forest team had been eliminated. The remaining team, of course, didn't know it at the time, nor could they bother to. Fighting had broken out on the front lines and the remaining heroines saw up close just how dangerous these foes were.

Swarms of goblins, immense orcs, and ferocious chimera approached their position; all with lustful intent. From the air, winged beasts swooped down and attempted to grab the heroines directly, with the goal in mind to capture them as prisoners. Oftentimes, they would expedite the travel of ground troops, greatly increasing the overall mobilization of the Demon Lord's army. "Five" mercenaries versus an entire army - the odds were not in their favor. They never were and they knew this. However, they all had the confidence that they could handle whatever was thrown their way.

The Sorceress looked onward towards the masses of screeching monsters. The tome she carried cast powerful hexes which would drag her enemies straight to the afterlife. Considering the area and range her spells could hit, she often focused on hitting large crowds, piercing right through the center of them before erupting into a shadowy darkness. Not only that, but she was the only one who could feasibly hit the winged beasts without much issue. Her hex worked differently on aerial opponents, which instead condensed its target into a smaller and smaller space until it finally imploded. If the screams of the goblins were blood-curdling, then the shrieks of the birds who underwent this pain were indescribable.

Both sides were at a stalemate. The heroines had too much power while the Demon Lord had a nearly endless supply of troops.

"Troops.. troops.."

The leader of this defense, the upgraded Monster General, thought for a moment. He looked over the inventory of items that he had taken from the Merchant and noticed something peculiar - a warp staff. He knew what had to be done.

"Go! Throw yourself at that one! Your deaths will not be in vain!"

As he spoke, the monsters began to swarm the Sorceress, but his goal wasn't to overwhelm her. With the heroine focused on keeping up the barrage, he pointed his warp staff at her. A bright light enveloped her body as it began to fade away. She had seen this weapon used before, and knowing where she was likely headed, bit her lip out of fear. The light disappeared, and her tome, the one she had caused so much damage with, fell silent to the ground.

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

Sounds of sweaty flesh pounding against each other echoed its way throughout the rest of the hall. The enemy had wasted no time in breaking their new prisoner. After all, imagine how powerful the offspring would be. This thought excited the demon that was currently stirring up the captive's insides.

*Spluurt!*

Another batch of batter was dumped into the helpless girl's womb. From now on, the only crowds she would be dealing with were the ones she brought pleasure to. <Series 7>

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Proof of Mentorship
With the Sorceress's removal, reinforcements began occurring more frequently. The Fated, now against more than she can handle, remembered a technique that the Blademaster had urged them to use when things were in a pinch - Double Up. Why fight as just one unit when you can fight with the strength of two? The Fated immediately searched for the Headmaster, the only person she could trust to guard her back.

Upon finding her, the Fated didn't say a single word, instead just giving a slight nod as the signal. Through her previous battles, a tremendous amount of damage was given to both her hometowns and the people she swore to protect. Unable to decide which side to take, the imagery of flames destroying all she loved would forever haunt her. It wasn't that she couldn't talk - she just didn't have anything to say. If it wasn't for the Headmaster's reassurance of her safety, she wouldn't of agreed to participate in this attack.

Although "Double Up" certainly has an advantage, it has a very distinct weakness. Instead of having to throw your forces at two different fronts, all an enemy would have to do is attack a single location. While our heroes stood their ground as best as they could, their best was not enough. Taking blows to the head, the girls fell unconscious, and were soon dragged back to the enemy stronghold.

*Mmf! Mmf!*

The Headmaster woke up to a muffled gurgling. To her side, chained by the neck, lie her ally, ingesting another load of hot demon semen. From her appearance, it seemed she had already been defiled for quite some time. Seeing her pupil, the one that trusted only her, in such a sorry mess filled her with guilt. Upon seeing that the Headmaster was conscious, a guard called out to her.

"Oh good, you're awake"

The other guards simply called him "Mammoth", referring to the gargantuan cock he had to drag around everywhere. It was a terrible curse to bear, but he didn't mind. The facial expressions of the girls he broke brought him satisfaction.

*Plap!*

Mammoth's floppy stick smacked against her belly, dripping milk from his previous session all over her sweating body, as if to get the two acquainted before the main course. The Headmaster could no longer worry about what was happening beside her, and instead, turned towards her own situation. Mammoth's cock started to twitch, and before long, hardened up. Dreading the rod breaching her, she attempted to break free, but as long as the collar connecting her to her student existed, she was staying put. Fear paralyzed her body as the tip began kissing her entrance. With nowhere to run, all the girl could do was clench her eyes, bite her gag, and brace for impact.

*Shloop!*

While her insides began to stretch in ways she couldn't comprehend, she looked up towards the open grate in the ceiling. The moonlight bled through, as if beckoning the girls towards a luxury they once had. As agony took hold, she admired its glow one last time before passing out from exhaustion. <Series 7>

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Proof of Mobility
Seeing the Fated and the Headmaster "Double Up", the Dancer also began to seek out her "Double Up" partner. Amongst the hordes of monsters that had flooded the area, she could not find the Blademaster. With no partner, the Dancer was left to accelerate herself and use what little strength her legs had to knock her opponents down. This was only a temporary solution. The heroine had neither the dexterity nor power to inflict any real damage as the kicks only temporarily incapacitated them. Eventually, like the others, she was overrun and fell to the ground. As she lie there, panting for breath out of exhaustion, she watched as the monsters began to enclose on her personal space. Things were looking bleak.

"Alright, that's enough"

Unbelievable to the Dancer's eyes, the Blademaster appeared before her, making a path straight through the monsters that had previously threatened her. As hope returned to her eyes, the Dancer used the last of her strength to empower her ally.

Something was amiss. The monsters weren't attacking her and neither the monsters to her. What the Dancer had failed to realize was that the Blademaster was no longer her usual self. Still under the mind control of the evolved Monster Lord, she was an ally in appearance alone.

"You must be exhausted from moving around so much. Here, let me take care of you"

The Blademaster slowly began to lower herself over the fallen heroine, bending the Dancer's legs far back beyond her head before resting entirely on them. This position exposed the girl's lower half in a rather compromising manner, revealing her plump underside to the ogling monsters.

"You know, you've caused a lot of pain to these creatures. While they might look horrid, they really aren't all that bad. Oh! I've got an idea! I'll introduce you to every single one of them. That way, you'll come to see things the way I see them."

The Blademaster called over the rest of the monsters in the area and told them to form a line. The Dancer, realizing her situation, tried to wriggle and shake out of the pin she was under, all the while begging the Blademaster to stop and come to her senses. All this did was entice the monsters to harden their erections even faster than before. One of the winged beasts flew down, landing beside her. The Blademaster gave him a nod, and without further hesitation, his cock dove inside her. Before long, the beast would leave embed his mark, flying away with satisfaction.

*Smack* *Smack* *Smack*

Hours had passed. The heroine lie defeated in the arms of an ally, unresponsive to the filth happening before her.

"There there, only 17 more winged beasts to go. Then, once you're finished with those, it's the goblins' turn. All 200 of them~"

Although the Dancer would eventually join up with the others in the dungeon, she would not be able to do so until daybreak. However, by that point, she had been broken beyond repair, becoming nothing more than a slave to pleasure. <Series 7>

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Fading Embers
The battle was over. The remaining hordes of monsters erupted in cheers as the last of the "invaders" were captured. With new women in tow, the creatures went back to the castle to celebrate. Later that night, two figures would approach the breeding pens - the Monster General and the Blademaster. With a sense of twisted pleasure, the general undid his hypnosis over her right in front of her allies. After taking a moment to realize her surroundings, her face grew pale.

"Don't worry about them, I've taken the liberty of reserving you myself. You should feel honored!"

The Blademaster looked in horror as another load was dumped into the girl next to her. A massive amount leaked out of her crevice, coating the floor in even more goo. Looking around the room, she noticed that not everyone was here. As more tears slid down her face and her throat beginning to tense up, she asked a simple question.

"The others.. what have you done with the others!"

"Me? 'I' didn't do anything. Although.. I do remember seeing the bandits looking a little happier than usual.."

He gave off an impish grin, enjoying the anguish washing over the girl's face. A million incohesive thoughts raced through her mind. All the while, the monster continued to laugh hysterically at the entire ordeal. That was when she noticed it - the sword by her side.

Her sadness turned into anger. Her fear became courage.

*SLICE!*
"OOOAAAAHHHH!!!!!"

In his arrogance, he had forgotten that he gave back her equipment to fool the others. Split in two, collapsing to his knees, was nothing more than the husk of a fool. Out of breath and rationale, the Blademaster would do the same. Fading out of consciousness from the shock of it all and as guards rushed to her location, a wave of relief cleansed her soul.

The very idea of the "Dark Room" spooked the Demon Lord's army, as whoever went in, fuck or be fucked, never made it out. As such, very little is known about what exactly takes place inside there. A year prior the Servant had gone into the room, and now, the Blademaster would follow suit. Hanging in silence, soaked from head to toe in bodily fluids, hung a girl who had vindicated herself of any guilt from the deeds she did while under hypnosis. In the state she's in now, that's all she was anyways - just a girl.

As weeks turned to months, the Maiden eventually accepted that the squad she sent out for the assault had been defeated. Not only had she failed to protect the mansion, but the mercs as well. Her next bid would turn her eyes towards the Underworld's Contest of Champions, a series of matches where prisoners would fight the Demon Lord's gladiators in an attempt for their freedom.

= ARC II FATES =
Blademaster: the Dark Room
Sorceress: Breeding Pen
Dancer: Breeding Pen
Diplomat: Sold on the Black Market
Sharpshooter: Sold on the Black Market
Headmaster: Breeding Pen
Fated: Breeding Pen
Thief: Mimic's Plaything
Merchant: Unknown

Monster General: DECEASED
2/4 Generals remain.
<Series 7>