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Terry had messed up badly this time.
This was supposed to be a newbie dungeon! Level 1-3 tops, simple traps and weak monsters, so getting reduced to 0hp while trying to solo it was super embarrassing.
"Yippee! I win, I win!" celebrated the imp that had defeated her, breaking into a jubilant dance. The tiny, rust-red demon had flown around the room throwing small firebolts while Terry tried to dodge without tripping over completely obvious divots in the floor (she'd failed). At least the fire went out after she hit 0hp, preventing her death by immolation, but without hp she was too weak to move, sprawled out on the floor while her singed clothing smoked. Her fate was in the hands of the dancing imp.
The little demon suddenly froze mid-swing of its hips, then turned a sly looking grin towards Terry that had her instinctively leaning back. The imp clasped its hands behind its back and quickly walked up to her with what might have been a haughty strut if it hadn't come from a ditsy imp. It looked more like it was trying to restrain itself from skipping. It came to a stop just before Terry and looked her over from top to bottom with the most smug look on its face Terry had ever seen. Then it said:
"You're super cute. My name's Xansa, what's yours?"
Terry blinked, nonplussed. Was she hallucinating? Perhaps she'd hit her head in that last fight. She'd been expecting "Prepare to die!" or perhaps "Now I devour your soul!" or maybe even "Torture time!" if the imp was prone to evil alliteration. Terry definitely wasn't expecting an introduction.
"Uh, my name's Terry?" she replied. The imp kept staring at her, as if it was imploring her to continue. "...You're cute too?"
"Eh heh, heeheeheeee. You called me cute," said the imp, giggling to itself while covering its face with its hands and stamping a foot. It was the oddest thing. It wasn't even a lie, really. The imp was androgynous and genderless as most of their kind were, but this one had long ears that gave Terry the impression of a rabbit or bat rather than a goblin or gremlin, with a fuzzy mop of short, brown hair on its head and a small button nose. The fact that it was giggling and dancing rather than evilly cackling helped.
"Um, what happens now?" asked Terry.
"Oh, right! Punishment time!" said Xansa, perking up and bringing one small fist into the palm of its other hand. Terry immediately regretted asking.
"W-what are you going to do?"
"Well, you have to pick one first," replied Xansa.
"Pick one what?" asked Terry, confused.
The imp raised an eyebrow. "Did you check your Status yet?"
She hadn't. Why would she? But when she hesitantly pulled up her Status page a notification did indeed appear before her.
[You have been defeated.]
Terry winced at the finality of the message. She'd associated the Status windows with good news her entire life, so seeing such dire news confirmed by the system itself was distressing.
[Sin of Lust dungeon rule "No death" in effect. Please pick a compensation to give the victor.]
Terry's first emotion was an instant flood of relief. No death? She wasn't going to die? She sniffled, tears filling her eyes, but the notification had more to say regardless of her inner turmoil. It presented several options:
[Permanent lust extraction. Type: Class evolution, lust alignment. Difficulty: Easy]
[Temporary lust extraction. Type: Assigned mate. Difficulty: Easy to Medium.]
[One-time lust extraction. Type: Variable. Difficulty: Extremely Hard.]
"W-hic-what," Terry hiccuped. "What do these options mean? Lust extraction?"
"Oh, right. So like, the dungeon misses out on a lot of xp when it doesn't kill you, so it extracts sexual energy from you instead. Gotta break even somehow," answered Xansa.
Terry blinked, then blushed, then wrapped her arms around herself and began to pale as she realized the implications.
"I-hic-it's going to force me?" asked Terry with another hiccup.
"Hey, you agreed to the terms when you entered the dungeon. It beats dying doesn't it?"
"I thought it was just a regular dungeon." Terry sniffled.
"Aw, it's okay, it's just some hanky panky. You even get to choose how you do it, there's lots of options, trust me." Xansa patted her knee. "Here, I'll even help you pick. Why don't you read them off for me?"
Terry wiped her sniffling nose on her sleeve and nodded, then read off the first option.
"That one's super easy. You get a new class selection just like your first, but it evolves your class into something pervy. The dungeon doesn't even tax your xp, it just skims some of your lust off the top when you do stuff from now on."
"I have to change my class?" asked Terry, distraught. She'd been so happy with earning what she had.
"It's a free evolution! Why, what do you have now?" asked Xansa.
"I'm a level 5 fighter," replied Terry. She tried to state it proudly, it had been hard to earn it as her starter class. Her statement was undermined a bit by another hiccup.
"...That's nice. No really, that's a great starter," said Xansa hurriedly, when Terry started to scowl at Xansa's disbelieving tone. "You'll get lots of cool evolution options, I'm sure!" she continued, tactfully ignoring the fact that Terry had been beaten by a level 2 imp in her first dungeon encounter.
Terry frowned.
"W-why don't you tell me the next option?" continued Xansa.
Terry did.
"Pick that one! That one!" shouted Xansa, suddenly excited.
"Why, what does it do?" asked Terry, suspiciously
"You get to pick a partner and have lots and lots of sex! That's it! Super easy."
Terry blushed, hard. "That doesn't sound very easy."
"Hee hee, it totally is, trust me, and you get a variety to choose from. Just pick someone you like."
Terry considered it. Her eyes flicked up to Xansa and then down at the floor. Then she mumbled something that the imp couldn't hear.
"What was that?"
Terry mumbled again, slightly louder, but still not loud enough.
"Eh?"
"I said, will it let me choose a girl?" asked Terry, blushing tomato red as she stared at the floor.
"Oh sure, if that's your preference. The dungeon only offers compatible partners," said Xansa.
Terry scanned the imp for any signs of dishonesty or judgement, but Xansa merely stared at Terry guilelessly. It seemed the imp really didn't care that Terry liked girls.
It made Terry feel a bit better about the whole thing.
"Okay. Um, the third option is..."
Terry repeated the last option.
"Ack! Absolutely not! Don't pick that!" exclaimed Xansa.
"Why not?" asked Terry. She hadn't been planning to pick it, the difficulty level terrified her, but she was curious why a demonic imp would be telling her to avoid it.
"That option is super hardcore. Think about it. The dungeon needs to extract lust equal to the xp it would get for one death. This option tries to do it all at once! That means you'll need to experience the equivalent of cumming to death. People rarely make it out of an experience like that intact."
Terry blanched. "I think I'll pick one of the other two."
Xansa nodded. "Good idea. Would be such a waste of a cutie like you."
Terry rolled her eyes and eyed her options, trying to decide. She really didn't want to pick the first option either. Having to permanently change her class? What if it gave her something she couldn't stand? She'd have to live with it her entire life.
"Hey, Xansa, for the second option it says temporary. How long is that exactly?" asked Terry.
"It depends on the partner. I think it's normally until you have a baby, but since you like girls I guess it'll be until you've had enough sex?"
"And how much is that?"
Xansa shrugged. "It'll tell you before you pick the partner, I think."
Well that wasn't very encouraging. "Some amount of sex" wasn't much to go on. Terry huffed. It wasn't like she had planned to be abstinent her entire life or anything. She just hadn't expected to ever run across another girl who also liked girls, and she'd resigned herself to the fact that she might never find someone.
Well. Fuck it. It hadn't been entirely on her terms, or how she imagined such a courtship would go in her daydreams, but if the dungeon was willing to give her a girlfriend who was willing to fuck her, then why not? She'd get a girlfriend and keep on adventuring and she'd be the one coming out ahead! Screw this silly dungeon!
[You have selected Temporary lust extraction. Type: Assigned mate. Difficulty: Easy to Medium. Populating possible partner list now... many matches found, selecting best matches. Please select one.]
Terry heart dropped into her stomach, her moment of bravado gone as quickly as it came. She nervously watched her Status menu slowly fill with what appeared to be profiles.
[Name: Avona. Species: Formian Princess. Bio: Wants strong females to help incubate her eggs and support the colony. Polyamorous.]
[Name: Beth. Species: Tuaroid. Bio: Wants a partner who will live on her farm with her. Likes being milked.]
[Name: Cannto. Species: Gluttony Demon. Bio: Wants a permanent partner who doesn't mind being repeatedly consumed, excreted and reconstituted over the course of eternity.]
[Name: Danny. Species: Lycan (futa). Bio: Likes rough knotting sex in the outdoors. Wants someone who knows their place.]
The list went on, naming potential partners. Some of them were rather innocuous, but others made Terry's heart skip a beat in fear. Gluttony demon? Consumed? The System thought this was a good match? It made Terry suspicious of everyone on the list. Obviously her idea of an acceptable match was not the same as the System's.
Terry continued reading down the list, each monstrous girl presenting a different challenge. Then, not so surprisingly, she came across a name she recognized.
[Name: Xansa. Species: Imp (sin of lust aligned). Bio: Wants to see the world. Would like a partner that can help her evolve her species. Likes holding hands.]
"You like holding hands?"
Xansa gasped, eyes going wide. "It wasn't supposed to put that!"
Terry stared at the imp who was now covering its face and peeking shyly out at Terry between its fingers. She couldn't help it, a giggle slipped out.
"Hey, don't laugh!" pouted Xansa.
"I'm sorry, it's just really cute," replied Terry.
Xansa perked up, her rabbit ears doing a little bounce. "You think I'm cute?"
Terry smiled. "I already said I did, didn't I? Besides, I think I would like holding hands too."
Xansa's grin grew smug. "I knew you were a pervert."
Terry rolled her eyes, but kept smiling. The imp was indeed cute.
"So," began Terry. "How would this work. If, um, I picked you?"
Xansa's eyes grew huge. "You'd pick me? Really? Really, really?!"
"I mean, if you're nice to me..." said Terry, flustered.
"I can be nice! I'd make you happy! So happy! Promise! I'll be whatever you want me to be."
Terry leaned back from the rabid enthusiasm, her smile dimming a bit. "That's a little much. I'd want something real. I don't want someone who pretends."
"Ack! That's not what I meant. I'm an imp. If we hooked up, I become whatever you like. Literally."
Terry blinked. "Literally?"
"Yeah. We would bond with a contract, and then I grow from your lust, physically I mean. I still keep my personality." Xansa waved at her featureless crotch. "I even become male or female based on what you like."
"Oh, is that what your profile means by evolution?"
"Yep!"
Terry considered that. "So you become what I want. What if you become something you don't want to be?"
"Aw, you worried about little ol' me?" said Xansa, batting eyes.
"Yes."
That stopped Xansa again, and made them hide behind their hands while blushing. "The contract between us would last until I finish my first evolution. But, I think I'll be fine with whatever you like."
"The contract would end?" asked Terry.
"We could make a new one after, if things work out," replied Xansa, peeking from behind fingers.
Terry considered everything that Xansa had told her. But really, she knew who she was going to choose. The imp was cute. And, impossibly, contrary to everything Terry knew about demons and dungeons, seemed sincere.
Terry's eyes drifted to the selection in her status.
[You have chosen: Name: Xansa. Species: Imp (sin of lust aligned). May you find satisfaction, happiness, and love.]
Terry stared at the strange notification and listened to the blood rushing in her ears as Xansa excitedly danced in circles. Then Xansa leapt at Terry, attempting and failing to wrap their arms around her midriff in a hug. Xansa was simply too small.
"EEEEEEE, this is the best! We're going to go on so many adventures and have so much sex and be awesome girlfriends and can we make the contract now?"
Terry huffed in amusement at Xansa's enthusiasm. "Sure. What do I have to do?"
"Just to warn you, it's pretty pervy. You gotta lift your shirt up."
Terry waited for context which didn't come. Xansa just stared up at her like a puppy.
Well then. Terry supposed she should have expected the forwardness. This was a lust dungeon's punishment after all.
Screwing up her courage and trying to suppress a blush, Terry grabbed the hem of her shirt, and after a moment of hesitation, lifted it up, flashing her new girlfriend.
Terry's embarrassment was mollified somewhat by how Xansa's jaw dropped open. She didn't think her chest was much to look at (she still didn't need a wrapping despite being old enough to get her class after all), but apparently Xansa really liked what she saw. Her eyes were wide as saucers and... yep, she was starting to drool.
"Uh, Xansa? The contract?" prompted Terry, after Xansa had stood staring for a too-embarassing amount of time.
"W-huh? Oh! Right, a-heh," mumbled Xansa, smiling and wiping away the drool. The little imp reached back and grabbed its tail, pulling the tip forward like a writing implement. Terry saw it had a tiny, tiny spade in the shape of a heart at the end.
"Excuse me a sec, just have to put the contract mark right here," said Xansa, indicating the spot right beneath Terry's bellybutton.
"Don't we need to go over terms?"
"Nah, the dungeon already handled that part. I just need to make the magic link for the lust absorption. It's a demon thing."
"Okay..."
Terry held still while Xansa licked the end of her tail like a quill, and slowly and very, very carefully stamped the spade onto Terry's lower belly. There was the tiniest flash of pink light, and when Xansa moved her tail away, there was the tiniest little pink heart mark left behind. Terry brushed her finger over it curiously, but didn't feel any scarring. The mark was like a picture on her skin.
"All done!" said Xansa. She looked down at herself. "Oh, awesome! I've got a pussy now, look!" She thrust out her pelvis for Terry to inspect.
"That's, um, very nice," said Terry, blushing and lowering her shirt. "Was that everything you needed to do?"
"Yep."
"Oh. Then why did I have to raise my shirt?"
Xansa blinked, and then grinned. "I just needed you to lift it a bit to make the bond. You flashed me on your own. Silly perv."
Terry gaped. "I'm not a perv!"
"We can fix that!"
Terry huffed, her blush reaching all the way to the tops of her ears.
"Anyways, how's your hp doing? Feeling up to leaving this joint?" asked Xansa.
She was. Just enough hp had regenerated for Terry to fumble to her feet (with Xansa making an appreciated if fruitless attempt to help). She hobbled to the exit with Xansa fluttering next to her shoulder and gabbing non-stop about all the adventures they'd have.
Terry noticed that Xansa was trying to keep her new pussy at eye-level with Terry. On purpose, judging by her sly grin when Terry noticed.
This was going to be an interesting (and embarrassing) adventure.