Lust Quest: Origins Chapter 1.3

Heya Kin! Here's the last part of the first chapter! Hope you all are enjoying the new year!

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The wagon continued to fly past building upon building as Prota began to climb down. Berry fell to the floor. Reaching the pilot’s perch, Prota picked the half-conscious rabbit up to cradle. Berry gestured sleepily towards the reigns, still resting in one of the chittering beetle’s hands. The large kin-napper hummed out a lustful tune as he sleepily struggled to keep the Megapede steady. The dull roar of its thousand legs marching onwards towards the portal was a delightful additional comfort when paired with his bunny enforced bliss.  

Prota set Berry aside. Stepping forward and stooping low, Prota yanked the reins free from the beetle’s seed slathered hand. They knew what they had to do. With a slight adjustment to the right, the Megapede might pull the wagon just to the side of the portal. Everyone would be safe and sound in Midtown — a perfectly ambivalent and altogether uninteresting place to be, but on all accounts preferable to flying through to wherever the weird cloacal portal was planning to send them.

On the topic of Megapede piloting, the foremost expert on the matter was currently cum soaked and lying next to Prota. Ever the edging sort, the wagon’s coachman had found himself pent up for quite a number of days before the beetle got to him, and this had put him firmly out of commission. If, however, he was awake and aware enough to give Prota a warning, he would have told the beast-kin that they did not have to yank quite as hard as they were clearly about to yank.  

It was a natural mistake to make. Any who were to witness the Megapede would think it was a gigantic monster only prone to sensing the most overt of signals. This was, of course, because it was a gigantic monster only prone to sensing the most overt of signals. What would go unnoticed by the casual observer, of which Prota was certainly one, was the intricate series of tiny backpack rigging units extending up the length of its body. The reins that Prota was now pulling all the way to the right were being read as inputs. Inputs that grew exaggerated with each and every step on the long chain of the Megapede’s back.

Prota had assumed correctly that right on the reins would have it turn right. What they found themselves getting wrong was just how far the Megapede would turn. Each intricate pulley system worked as intended, and with a tug to the antennae, the Megapede swiftly obeyed. With the portal drawing ever nearer to its far outstretched head, the impossibly large creature cut right. 90 degrees.

Prota had never seen such a large bug bend so far to one side. They had also never seen one climb so swiftly. In the middle of the road on its way towards the portal, the Megapede was flanked on all sides by obstacles of some kind or another. To go back would mean going through himself, who easily took up much of the street. To go forward would lead him through the portal and out the other side with the bus. Left or right lead straight into buildings. These were the most manageable obstacles to his many-legged mobility, of course, and the rightward direction Prota had sent him down left him crawling rapidly up one side of a coffee shop.

The Megapede’s thousand legs latched on through each window as he traveled up along the forcefully opened handholds. Watching a gigantic critter crawl over buildings would have been quite the sight had the wagon not been continually hurdling full speed down the street. The rows of cars which had diverged at the beatle’s behest began to pass behind them.

With the portal fast approaching and the Megapede storming off to one side, the wagon flew onwards, tugged by the back of that impossibly long beast. Prota yanked control to the left with just as much force, in a hope to correct things, only for the Megapede to launch itself awkwardly across the street just before the portal.

Ditching the reins, Prota looked for the breaks, quickly finding two rather ornate levers near the center of the porch. Running towards them, Prota gave each a firm yank, finding it slowed the Megapede down quite swiftly, just as the wagon reached the crazy hard turning point.

Prota and Co were snapped hard as the wagon spun and skid perpendicularly across the street. The recently jerked off denizens of the personal wagons to the right and left found themselves swept up in a growing tide of vehicles being launched towards the cloacal portal on Megapede momentum.

As the break signals finally reached their way down the long chain of pulleys, the Megapede tried his best. The wagon continued to skid sideways through the streets as the Megapede reached down with a few hundred legs and hooked the side of the wagon that was busy leaning into the skid. The whole thing was caught and swung upward between the buildings, the wagons tossed to either side of the portal.

The Megapede could not hold out for long against so much momentum, but he was quite fond of the wagon and had a generally positive attitude towards its occupants. It was not quite at the level of allowing several hundred shoulders to be dislocated, though. That would require at least a few dates to build up to. So, the wagon went sailing through the air.

Landing hard, it continued to skid through the streets, carving the buildings to either side. The cloacal portal seemed to contract as it neared, tugging at the air as the tip-top of the wagon dipped just inside. Contracting around the portal-parted wagon bits, the force began to draw the five-story monstrosity into itself at an odd angle. The cracking of wood echoed off the buildings.  

Prota looked around desperately for a fire escape deployment button. A tiny button decoratively labelled for emergencies that did exactly what they wanted it to would have to suffice. Though the minuscule increase in pleasure that came from pulling on a giant lever which did the same thing would go unfulfilled at that moment.

Pulling the switch, a series of intricate fold-out staircases expanded to cover both sides of the five-floor wagon. An elaborate and impossible array of scaffolding erupted from all sides of the wagon. Though its paper-thin nature made them nervous, the mega strong material had no problem carrying down all the future student kin as they jolted down the stairs. Only the column that had just unfurled itself half into the cloacal portal went un-travelled, though the students running down the staircases to either side would later report that any and all proximity to the portal was quite pleasurable indeed.

The evacuation was underway. Meanwhile, the beetles beneath the portal, sensing their scheme had been foiled, scattered. With mandibles no longer holding one another in place, the space folding vehicular vice had begun to grow desperate for what the wagon had to offer. It tightened its hold, cracking the wagon to its core. As the rest of the students finally reached the ground and fled, the only kin still present were Berry, the wagon driver, and Prota.

There was also the beetle who hijacked the wagon to begin with, of course. He was busy being yanked off the balcony with a well-placed pocket pussy shot from a fellow beetle down below. He was lowered down swiftly into a pile of his companions who caught him cock first.

Prota had work to do and had just the skill necessary. There’s a storied history to the Fireman carry. It borrows its nomenclature from really hot flame-kin who would routinely have to carry multiple spent partners back to villages at a time; he was forced to devise a method by which one could easily carry one or two kin at a time. Prota had to deploy such a method now.

Straining to support both Berry and the driver on their back, Prota kicked open the third-floor door and ran towards the nearest available set of escape stairs. It was difficult work, but some-kin had to do it. Prota was that kin, and even though it was ripping their homemade adventurer’s tunic, they pressed onwards and downwards.

The pavement was harsh on Prota’s paws, in part because they were carrying two additional kin. The other reason was that they had to run from the wagon they had just climbed down from for as they took their first steps onto the stonework road, the portal squeezed shut, taking a piece of the wagon as it did so. The rest of the five-floor wagon flopped over, forcing Prota to break into a sprint for fear of being pancaked.

Prota cleared the height of the wagon just in time for it to narrowly miss their tail as they tumbled forward, depositing Berry and the Megapede wrangler onto the pavement with thuds firm enough to wake them both up. Berry and the Megapede wrangler sat up suddenly, each failing to stifle their awakening moans.

“You saved us!” shouted Berry, cracking a smile almost big enough to show off his front teeth.

“Oh, come on, I just carried you kin,” said Prota with a shrug. “You did the hard part of jerking off that bug.”

Berry stood and stepped over to Prota, clasping his white rabbit hands around Prota’s own. The rabbit’s fur seemed to contrast with theirs utterly, and a strange sensation began to work its way through them. Prota frowned, and then smiled as they locked eyes with Berry. It was difficult not to admire the rabbit up close; he was quite handsome.

“You did more than just carry us, Prota. Your magic was what I used to beat the bug. You’ve got a lot of natural talent on tap; it’s no wonder you’re going to Adventuring College,” said Berry.

At that, as if reminded of the task at hand, the Megapede wrangler stormed off through the silent crowd. The crowd who had turned their attention entirely upon the two heroes who had saved them. Berry and Prota looked over the group, unaware of what to say.

          “Five cheers, one for each level saved by our heroes!” shouted Jat, pumping three fists into the air and shooting a thumbs up in their direction with the fourth.

Five cheers followed forth, and by the time the mass of would-be students was done celebrating, the Megapede Wrangler was able to coax the wrangled Megaped into flipping the wagon back upright. The celebratory cheers echoed through the hasty correction, and after slotting the emergency evacuation stairs back into the trim of the wagon, the students began to climb back on board.

Prota sat next to Berry for the rest of the wagon ride. Some part of Prota was trying to work up the nerve to make an advance of some kind, and the rest of them was busy swooning over Berry’s magical abilities. All the while, the sun rose upon the wagon’s late approach as the school watched on.

As the school watched on.

-End of Chapter 1