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As Bad explored the dark cave, he used his sword to cut down the increasing number of red vines. His torch was still burning bright, but the strange dense plants only let him see so far. Earlier the members of the SMP had found the cavern while mining, and some had heard strange whispers and noises echoing from the darkness. The young demon had volunteered to investigate and see what was inside.
He had to admit he was nervous though, you never knew what kind of horrors you could find underground on the SMP. Bad eventually had to put out his torch, as the vines closed in even closer. He paused, flicking his tail apprehensively as he waited for his eyes to adjust. His heritage gave him heightened senses in the dark, so it didn’t take too long. Continuing on, the vines got more and more dense until the tunnel suddenly widened. Bad pushed aside some of the plants and gasped soundlessly.
Ahead of him was a large cavern draped in the same red vines growing thicker as they went further back. The whole cavern was illuminated with a soft red glow, particles floating gently and coating the surface of the rocks and plants littered about the space. As Bad stepped further into the cavern the spores that he disturbed glowed brighter for a moment as they moved through the air. The cave was warm, almost like a jungle. Humid, but not stuffy. Energy buzzed through the space, giving it a strange feeling of life.
As the demon made his way through the strange biome, a larger shape distinguished itself from the shadows. 'That’s a pretty big boulder' the demon muttered to himself. He pulled his torch back out, lighting it with a lick of flame from his palm. He approached the shape and held his torch up. The boulder wasn’t a boulder at all apparently, but some kind of giant egg. Maybe. It was taller than him by about a meter, and almost three times as wide closer to the ground.
It’s surface looked strange, almost like leather. He reached out to touch it, but stopped himself. He had no idea what this thing was, or what it could do to him. The skin-like shell drew his attention back out of his thoughts. The longer Bad looked at it, the more he noticed the subtle colors that pulsed and wove around each other. He watched the reds mix with purples and lighter magenta. It was like someone had dumped ink in an egg shaped pool of lava.
The demon hadn't realized that he had leaned forward until his nose nearly touched the giant egg. He tried to remember what he had been doing before now, feeling like there was something important, but his thoughts felt far away. A fog clouded his mind and a low, pleasant humming had risen from an imperceptible tone to a thrumming in his very being. Bad reached out and placed a hand on the egg, finding the surface to be surprisingly soft, almost like a velvet fabric.
Absent-mindedly, he dropped his torch and began to trace his hands along the curves and depressions of the colorful entity before him. Bad thought that he had never been so relaxed before. This was a wonderful escape from the anxieties and stress of life on the SMP.
A low rumbling grabbed his focus and he gazed around, trying to find the source of the vibrations. After a few seconds it seemed like the origin was the egg. A strange kind of voice slithered into Bad's mind. Whispering sweet nothings and lulling the demon into a deep sleep after only a few moments.
As he stirred awake, Bad hummed in content. Warmth enveloped him in a way that reminded him of his home in the nether. Taking a nap in a warped tree, cradled by the strong but spongy branches. He turned over, and was surprised by the movement of what he was laying on. He opened his eyes to find the red vines from the cave surrounding him. They were larger though, about the size of his thigh each, and had the same velvety texture of the egg, not rubbery like the smaller ones possessed.
All at once, the vines sprang to life quickly unraveling the cocoon. They must have sensed that he was awake, and moved to restrain him before he could even think to struggle. In the blink of an eye he was spread eagle, limbs held tightly by the vines.
“Holy Muffin! What?!” Bad was suddenly very aware of the fact that his clothes had been stripped while he was unconscious. He blushed, flicking his tail and tried to close his legs, to no avail. Luckily, his kind had special pouches to hide their private organs, unlike humans. He shuddered to think about having it just out, hanging there all the time. How uncomfortable!
The vines moved him downward, and the egg came into view. It seemed brighter than when he had seen it last. The red hues shone with a pulsing light that swirled and changed constantly. Bad’s mouth opened and he felt his eyes droop, tail relaxing completely. His thoughts again felt far away and unimportant. The only thing that mattered was the egg. The demon felt a sense of euphoria as he realized this, nothing to worry about, nothing to do, just to let the egg take control. He got the sense that it would take care of him.
“Bad… Boy… Halo…” A rumbling voice flooded his mind. The egg. Electricity shot through Bad’s body, a pleasurable sensation warming his limbs and fuzzy brain.
“That’s… That’s me,” Bad found it incredibly hard to form words, his muscles relaxing rapidly. A small vine moved up to stroke his face, almost lovingly.
“I can hear your mind. Do not strain yourself.” The egg moved more vines to cradle him, writhing and squirming languidly. Bad leaned into the touch, enjoying it greatly. He found it was easier to think when he was focused on speaking with the egg.
What do you want from me? Bad asked, wondering how a useless little demon like him could be held with such care from a great being like this.
“Fear not, I have chosen you for a great purpose.” The vines increased their movement, sending tingles and sparks through Bad’s body.
Purpose? What kind? The demon’s curiosity piqued as he started to squirm from the sensations.
“You will lead my revolution. The figurehead for my arrival. Spreading my reach, planting my roots throughout all the life in this realm” The egg suddenly rubbed an oddly slimy vine down Bad’s chest, sliding down in between his legs. The demon gasped, the cool fluid leaving trails up and down his skin. The cold sensation didn't stay for long, as it was soon replaced by a burning heat.
Bad fought the urge to let out a moan, his breathing becoming heavy and desperate. He couldn't give into this temptation, he could stay strong.
“Don't resist your instincts, love,” the egg crooned, “it's natural. Let yourself feel my pleasure.” The demon, now having his god's permission, began to whine and pant. He bucked his hips into a particularly rough touch from another vine, his slit parting to reveal the slender tip of his member.
The egg rumbled, pleased at its chosen vessel's eager compliance. It slid a thin vine around the pink nub of flesh peeking out from Bad's onyx skin. The ministrations quickly drew more noises from the demon, coaxing the rest of his length out into the open.
Bad gasped as another vine slid around inside his slit, causing more and more of his natural lubricant to leak down his legs and drip to the floor far below.
“Are you enjoying yourself pet?” The egg once again stroked his face with such a tenderness that one wouldn't expect from such a powerful being. Bad was so blessed to be in the good favor of this god. He nodded his head almost frantically, praying that he might be offered even more. The egg thundered in response, almost like it was laughing.
“You're a greedy little pet aren't you?” The entity playfully flicked at his nipple, and continued the movements below, driving the demon crazy with want.
No lord, I'll only take what you give me! Bad cried in his mind, though his body was clearly yearning for more intense pleasure.
“But you want more don't you?” The egg teased at the base of his tail, shooting sparks up Bad's spine.
Please lord! Oh gods please give me more of your wonderful touch! I need you please!
The egg wasted no time, increasing the speed and number of vines rubbing and fondling the demon’s body. A particularly wet vine found his entrance and pushed circles around the tight pucker. It continued for a few moments before plunging in, covering his insides with slick.
Bad cried out, the new sensation almost pushing him over the edge. He'd never even thought of doing anything like this before, but now it felt like heaven. The tendril hardly stopped before pulling back out, only giving him a moment to comprehend what was to come.
The vine shoved itself back in, going even deeper now. Wet squelching resounded through the cavern, the demon's moans and cries growing with every thrust. He could feel himself getting close, pleasure forming a tight knot deep inside him. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy and his mouth hung open, drool leaking down his face.
The vine struck his bundle of nerves, sending him over the edge, screaming. Hot ropes of cum splattered all over his chest almost reaching his face. Bad slumped, his body no longer having the strength to hold itself. The egg however, showed no signs of slowing, the vines around his length and in his guts continuing to speed up.
The demon whimpered from overstimulation, having no choice but to take whatever he was given. The vines continued their efforts, starting to expand as they did. Bad squirmed in the egg’s grasp, the stretch becoming almost painful.
All at once the vines stopped entirely. For a tense moment, he wondered if he had done something wrong. Then, the egg itself shook. A huge wave of liquid flooded his insides, the hot substance bringing him to another orgasm. The demon shuddered, and went limp once more, falling unconscious.
When he woke again, he was cradled against the egg’s form, soft vines slowly stroking up and down his skin. Bad hummed contentedly, reaching up to stretch his sore limbs. A weight in his stomach made him pause. He looked down to see his belly swollen, large and round as if he was pregnant.
“Do not worry love,” the egg petted his face. “Those are my spores. They will grow to become extensions of me once they are released into the world.” Some of the vines gently brushed over his torso.
“Thank you lord, for choosing me for this glorious task.” Bad paused, “I just can't help but wonder why me? A useless demon who can't even bring himself to commit the least of sins?”
He had refused to speak any foul words since he was small. His family and friends had tried to get him to at least push others toward sin, but cast him out when they realized that he would never be a proper demon.
“You may not be what they consider a good demon, but you are powerful in your own right. Your past holds no weight to me, all that matters is that you love me as I love you. I will bring about a peaceful, united world. All will know the blessings of my power. You will be my champion, my right hand, and really, my only hand.” The egg rumbled with laughter.
“Thank you lord, I will always be yours.” Bad curled in closer to the warmth emanating from the entity. Vines wrapped around him in a strange sort of embrace, but one with more care and intent than he had ever received before.