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RESULT: DO as you are told… and TRY to stop attempting to unbirth Iron Grip and oral vore purple friend
No Poll This Time - Extra work required to prepare the next scene~

The words of Father are strong, and through a mix of wishing to appease him and simply his force of will, you stop trying to claim Iron Grip.  You even feel a bit guilty for it… Relaxing your nethers, you allow her to casually lift you off her head and hold you close like an oversized baby.  Purple Friend seems uncertain at first whether to approach, making indications to a similarly uncertain partner kobold who seems… somewhat familiar.  But she sees your placidness and takes the opportunity to slip on the harness.  It fits like a glove, slightly different to the one you had before, but still in many ways a makeshift arrangement.

Calmed, looking around, your eyes survey the sea of gold and finally take in the enormity of the situation.  Iron Grip starts to carry you along, and looking up Father’s position barely changes.  It’s hard to tell just how far away he is, but it’s extremely far.  He truly is the size of a mountain.  At some point the two purple kobolds put their helmets on fully and you’re aware you can - very loosely - understand what they are saying.  Something about a long walk, the highest gold mound.  Something about taking a ride in something called Kobolt?  Maybe they'd like to take a ride in you, you're sure Iron Grip could manage carrying you carrying them~

It’s sparse but the information still feels overwhelming.  You don’t have much brain power to spare on these complex things. 

As time passes - and a lot of time passes - you start to feel agitated.  The four of you have been climbing the mound for a while without break.  To your side, you can see the flank of Father with his enormous erection exposed.  Just like the starlight glinting in his body, his arousal has glints of gold that seem to coalesce around the top and wide opening to his urethra.  His flesh is hard to see, there’s something oddly mundane about it and yet simultaneously otherworldly.  You imagine yourself rushing up, plunging deep into the slit, joining your brethren inside his scrotum… or tail sac… that’s what Father truly wanted.

A final jolt from Iron Grip brings you out of your rebellious trance.  The top of the mound has been reached at last and the two suited kobolds are struggling.  Purple Friend especially, breathing heavily as she heaves herself up the last step.  A familiar looking portal stands before you, the type you went through to get here in the first place.  A milky white ripple shimmers with a light beyond, somewhere else on the other side you are being inevitably carried towards.  Resistance at this point is unlikely to do much, Iron Grip has a very firm hold after all.  But through it you know is a place much more familiar to you.  Lands of spunk.  From the bluish tinge it isn’t amongst the red flesh you remember keenly but the bluer skies of a land only in your distant memories…


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Gonna need some time to prep the next so expect a short hiatus on this one.

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