Lordess of the Pickle: The Fellowship of the Pickle

Megdo and Rowwise were walking down the road, frolicking as usual. They came across the wizard Danidalf showing off her staff *winkwink*. She put it away and waved at them. They ran up to her, ready to shake hands but caught her yes yes area instead. (Did I mention Megdo and Rowwise are Hobags? Therefore they are very short and slutty.) Danidalf shook off the pain, grinning down at the little Hobags.

"Ive got someone for you to see" she said kindly. They awaited the pulling down of her pants **wink wink**, but instead Dildo Bag, megdos uncle, came running at them. With a devilish grin, he frisked his niece followed by a thorough inspection of Rowwises pants.

Overall pleased with his work, Dildo invited them in for whipped cream and strawberries, which was a great experience for all. Danidalf persuaded Dildo to tell them of the real reason for the visit, aside from the licking.

Dildo pulled a box from under his vibrator. He opened it, revealing a large pickle, must have been 13 inches. Rowwises mouth dropped open, she was used to having big things in it "This," dildo said, "is for you Megdo" he placed it on the table, stood up and pulled on his coat. "Toodles!" he said, waving his hand gaily. The other three stared after him, shocked at the hurried goodbye.

Megdo cautiously picked up the pickle in her small, feminine hands. Danidalf's eyes widened suddenly. "Be careful, Megdo. That is no ordinary pickle," she whispered in a panicky voice. "That, is the one pickle, created by Sourontoast. In it is the purest evil ever to be found. Keep it hidden, let no one know you have it in your possession and all will be fine." She then stood up, hitting her head on the ceiling. "I have business to attend to, but I will be back to check on you shortly."

She started to head out the door, off to one of her many pimps when Rowwise let out a small giggle. Danidalf whipped around, seeing Rowwise's panties fly off and the pickle headed towards her privates.

Danidalf used her magic to levitate the pickle back into the box. "And you," she cried, angrily, her eyes burning into Rowwise's, "Don't even think about doing anything like that. Use a vibrator for god sakes! Keep it secret!" And with that, she was gone.

A long time passed before Danidalf returned to the Tire. Megdo forced Rowwise to keep from telling their boy toys, Jeffin and Davey even though they told each other EVERYTHING and had been together since they were young Hobags. The pickle was kept hidden in its box, under Dildo's bra and beside the stack of porno magazines. Dildo's vibrator had mysteriously gone missing the night of his departure.

Far from the Tire, a group of nine creepy ass dudes awoke; knowing someone had touched the evil pickle. Knowing the last owner to be the creature, Gropem, they rode their donkeys to find him. They captured him, torturing him with naked people just out of reach until he cried, "DILDO BAG TIRE!"

The creepy ass dudes, also known as Pickle Eaters, found these gibberish sounding words entirely useful. They now knew exactly where to find the pickle. It could finally be returned to their master. They went to the parking lot to pick up their donkeys and rode off into the sunset.

Pickle Eaters are extremely ugly. They are so hideous; they'd make a normal person blind, and a blind person lose another sense. They wear deep purple cloaks that cover their entire body. If they take off the cloaks they will vaporize into little bubbles and no longer be able to fulfill their duty. These Pickle Eaters used to be great Pimps of the Cities. Until they were given pickles to eat from Sourontoast, which turned them so hideous they could never show their faces again. Curse those dill pickles!

Now they were on their way to the Tire. To find Dildo and to take the pickle. Danidalf learned of this when she saw them, screeching their asses off because of their ugly features on their way to the Tire. But she was faster, and appeared at Megdo's door before they had reached the Tire.

"WHERE IS IT?" Danidalf screamed. She had interrupted Megdo's evening at home alone, but she didn't care. Megdo put some clothes on and pulled out the pickle from its box. Danidalf snatched it and threw it into the fire. The box burned to a crisp, but the pickle lay, untouched, in the fireplace.

"Take it out," Danidalf muttered. Megdo pulled the pickle out with a marshmallow roasting stick. She took it in her hands, ran her thumbs up and down it. Magically, it began to take the form of a cock. Danidalf shook her head, indicating for Megdo to stop. "You must leave the Tire. Now, quickly! Pack up your things and go," she said hurriedly.

A rustling came from the bushes. Danidalf hushed Megdo and reached her arm out the window. A pleasureful sound came from outside. Rowwise stood up from her hiding spot. Danidalf grunted.

"I suppose you heard everything?" she questioned. When she nodded shyly, she added, "Looks like you're going with Megdo then. And you, Rowwise, You promise me. Don't you lose her, Rowwise Trampee!" Sighing, Rowwise looked down at the ground, then back up into Danidalf's eyes.

"I promise not to lose her," she muttered. Danidalf smiled, glad to have sorted everything out. Then rushed the packing Hobags.

Minutes later, they were out the door. "Bring this to the Dancing Lady in Free. I'll meet you there. Until then, I am going to see my fuck buddy. , err... spiritual advisor! Remember, don't put the pickle in you and stay off the roads!" Danidalf called to the two befuddled Hobags as she got on her tractor and drove away. Megdo and Rowwise looked at each other thoughtfully shrugged and headed off.

On and on they walked, through fields of the Tire. They kept going, until one point Rowwise stopped.

She gazed longingly at Megdo and said, "If I take one more step this will be the farthest I've ever traveled from hom..."

Megdo pulled on her arm, causing her to walk another two steps in the process. "Well then," Rowwise murmured, and they continued on their way.

As they were passing through the far edge of the Tire, Megdo began to quicken her pace, and Rowwise, being extremely lazy, fell behind. "MEGDO?" she cried, determined to find her friend. "MRS. MEGDO?"

Megdo appeared in front of her. "Yes, Rowwise?"

"Sorry," Rowwise said, staring down at the ground. "I made a promise to Danidalf. She said 'Don't you lose her, Rowwise Trampee!" and I don't intend to."

"Don't get so attached," answered Megdo. "You may be my best friend but god! You're a nerd! Besides, what could happen?"

Just at that moment, Jeffin and Davey burst through the door of the adult shop, tripping over Megdo. She fell to the ground, face caught in between Davey's legs.

"Why hello there!" she called, giggling at the view she had. Rowwise pulled Davey off of her.

"Take these, and RUN!" Jeffin yelled, thrusting a pile of plastic wrappers into Rowwise's open arms. The four Hobags raced out of the village, hearing the storekeeper's yells.

"Flavoured condoms?" questioned Megdo when they had found a quiet hiding spot in the woods. Jeffin and Davey grinned widely.

"Hey look!" Davey screamed. "Shrooms! That was a great shortcut to drugs!" He, Jeffin and Rowwise busied themselves, inspecting the mushroom-like drugs.

"Umm, lets get off the road," Megdo told them. They ignored her. A screeching noise came from down the road, followed by a tapping of hooves. "GET OFF THE ROAD!" screamed Megdo.

The four Hobags jumped off the road and hid under a log close by. They were just in time, as a group of hideously ugly looking purple-cloaked men riding donkeys came riding towards them, screeching like mad hyenas. Megdo breathed heavily, closing her eyes and praying they wouldn't find them. She dared not turn her head.

The Pickle Eaters dismounted their donkeys, and began to inspect the surroundings. One began to head towards the Hobag's hiding spot. Jeffin looked about ready to cry, holding onto Rowwise and not letting go. Davey was stunned, a look of pure terror in his eyes. Megdo sighed silently, tilted her head slightly and looked through a small hole behind her.

All she saw was a giant cock coming closer and closer to her face. She screamed, giving away their location. All the Pickle Eaters turned to see what the noise was. The leader made a signal, and the others pulled out their dicks as well.

"Come, let us rape you," said the Bitch King, for that was his name. Rowwise jumped out from under the log, pushing Jeffin into the dirt.

"Alright! I'll be the 6 and you be the 9!" she said, a seductive smile plastered on her face.

"Rowwise! No!" cried Megdo. "It's not worth your virginity that you already lost! Rape me, not her!"

Rowwise rolled her eyes. "No Megdo, haven't you learned anything from my lessons? You can't rape the willing! It's not right!"

Megdo grinned devilishly and replied, "Well let's pretend then. OH NO! Don't rape me Bitch King! No! (OH yes YES YES!)"

The Bitch King looked back at his groupies, a confused look on his non-visible face. They had a short conversation, then the Bitch King shrugged and turned around, ready for his raping. He gasped in surprise. The Hobags were gone.

Meanwhile, some distance from there, Danidalf was visiting his fuck bu... err.. spiritual advisor, Girlyman. Danidalf finished their business before telling him she must speak with him.

"The one pickle, it has been found," she said quietly. "All this time, it's been in the Tire."

Girlyman sniffed the air, stroking his pointy beard. "That Dildo, he has betrayed us." He pulled a cloth from a table, revealing a small, black ball. "This," he said quietly, "is my last testicle. I use it in many ways, as you know, but I also use it in ways you do not know.

"The Nine have already left Murder. They are already searching for the bearer of the pickle, disguised as riders in purple. They will soon find the pickle, and destroy the one who carries it."

"Megdo!" cried Danidalf. She turned to the doors of the sex parlor, but they slammed shut.

"You won't be going anywhere," Girlyman replied, an evil tone coming about his voice. "We haven't finished our business yet. And I must teach you. We must join Sourontoast. Megdo cannot contend with his will. There will be no stopping him. We will join him. We must, my dear friend."

"Friend, when did you abandon reason and kinky sex for madness?" answered Danidalf.

Girlyman lifted his staff and banged Danidalf against the wall. "Just recently, actually," he said insanely. He released Danidalf from the wall. She fell to the floor. But Danidalf reacted by shooting Girlyman across the room.

Girlyman stood up again, glaring at Danidalf, not blinking. (not that he ever does!) He yanked Danidalf's staff into his clammy hands. "You were good in bed, but now I must defeat you!" Danidalf's body rose off the floor, eventually smacking her through the roof with great speed.

The Hobags had arrived at Free. It was dreary out, rain pouring on them as they made their way to the gates. Megdo reaches up and knocks on the gate.

"What do you want?" came a voice. A window opened. Then slamed shut again and a lower one creaked open. A man's face appeared.

"We wish to go to the Dancing Lady. We were told to get a room," Megdo replied. The man's eyebrows raised. "Our business is secret, but you can join us later if you must know."

"Alright alright," said the man, closing the window and opening the gate. The Hobags walked inside and made their way to the sign flickering 'The Dancing Lady'.

Walking inside, they shook the rain off their cloaks, and pulled off their hoods. The room was full of many people, drinking beer amd watching the daily show. A man stood behind a counter. They headed towards him.

"Excuse me," said Megdo, looking up at the man. He looked startled when he saw them.

"Yes? We have vacant rooms if that's what you're looking for," he said cheerfully, smiling down at the Hobags. "Many Hobag sized rooms as well, Mrs...."

"Onthepill. My name is Mrs. Onthepill," replied Megdo.

The innkeeper heard the name, and giggled like a schoolgirl and Megdo winked at him. "Also," she said, "can you tell Danidalf that we have arrived?"

"Danidalf?" the innkeeper replied, looking puzzled. "Ah yes, older woman, odd hat, always carrys a staff? Ain't seen her since her show six months ago."

Rowwise gave Megdo that look. (No, not the sexy one, the upset pout. There ya go!) "What do we now?" she moaned. Rowwise was used to moaning.

Megdo was always hearing Rowwise's moaning. "She'll be here."

They sat down at a nearby table and ordered some beer. Davey came back, carrying a huge container. He set it down on the table and lay down underneath it, mouth wide open. Then he opened the spout and beer poured into his mouth.

When he had finished, he jumped out of his seat and ran to the washroom. He came back, wiping his face with his sleeve and looking extremely tipsy. He wobbled into his seat.

"What was that?" demanded Jeffin.

Davey grinned with his drunken smile, "That, dear Jeffin, was a Molson Canadian Bubba."

Jeffin leaped from his chair crying, "I'm getting one!"

Rowwise smiled her sexy smile, gazing across to the corner of the room where one man sat alone with his hood up. "I love the mysterious ones," she whispered to the others. She licked her lips and nodded her head invitingly.

But the man paid her no attention, his eyes fixed on Megdo. Rowwise sighed. "He just keeps staring at you. Won't even glance my way." She let the sleeves of her long cloak fall down to her elbows, revealing a whole lot of things. Every other man in the bar slammed his glass down and turned to drool over the young Rowwise. Still, the man watched Megdo.

"I give up!" cried Rowwise suddenly. She stood up and went to where Jeffin sat, drinking his beer. She pushed him aside and took his spot, beer pouring into her open mouth. Jeffin hiccuped and giggled.

As the innkeeper passed by, Megdo stopped him. "Who is that man there in the corner?" she asked politely.

"He's a Banger. Dangerous he is. Can molest a person in record time, he sure as hell is a minute man he is. But can finish it off in that much time too! Never heard his real name, but folks round here call him Stripper," he said.

"Stripper," Megdo replied absent-mindedly. She put her hand in her pocket, grabbing the pickle and twirling it around in her hands. She had the urge to put it inside her. It was as if it was screaming her name. Megdo Bag, Megdo Bag....

"Megdo Bag? Sure do know a Megdo Bag! She's right there she is! Best friend of my baby right here," he said, squeezing a drunk Rowwise's ass, causing her to giggle uncontrollably.

"Jeffin!" Megdo screamed, standing up and running towards the bar where Jeffin sat. She slipped on beer spilt by Davey and fell back. The pickle flew out of her pocket and her pants ripped at the crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties, so the pickle landed inside her.

At that moment, the Pickle Eaters turned towards Free, their donkeys racing as quickly as possible. Stripper pulled his pipe out of his mouth and jumped out of his seat. Megdo found herself seeing odd things, but mainly she saw a large empty hole of some sort which sort of reminded her of a...

"Pussy! Come here pussy!" called the innkeeper. Megdo pulled the pickle out of her, breathing deeply, terrified by what she had seen. She was jerked off the floor by the mysterious Banger, Stripper.

"You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mrs. Onthepill! Come up to my room with me and we'll have a chat," he said.

"What do you want?" inquired Megdo.

Stripper stopped and looked her dead straight in the eyes, "A little caution from you and a little more attention. Your friend might have taken interest in me, but I can see you haven't yet." With this he made a move on Megdo, grabbing her from behind and massaging her neck, but she pulled herself from his grasp. "Alright, I understand you don't feel that way. But I still want you to be careful. The thing you carry is more dangerous than you think."

"I carry nothing except an electric toothbrush," Megdo answered. Stripper's eyebrows raised at the thought.

"Do not lie. I have seen what is in your possession. And to become invisible using a pickle is a rare gift," Stripper replied. "You should be more careful than you believe. I know what hunts you."

"Who are you?" Megdo asked.

Jeffin, Davey and Rowwise burst through the door, ready for what they think they will see. But instead of naked bodies, they find a frightened Megdo and the man standing far apart. They apologized quietly and took a seat on the bed, waiting to hear what Stripper had to say, though they were still very drunk and were falling asleep before long.

"You must not wait for Danidalf. They will find you here, I am certain," Stripper responded quietly.

Four of the Nine find their way to Free. They came crashing through the gates, raping the guard to death. They crept into the room where the Hobags were meant to be staying, and raped the beds where they lay, asleep. But the Hobags were safely hidden in Stripper's room. The Pickle Eaters realized they had been tricked and screeched loudly, awakening the three drunken Hobags in Stripper's room. Davey rubbed his eyes and muttered, "What's going on around here? My head's hurting like a bitch!" The other two nodded in agreement.

"What's wrong with those guys?" Megdo asked Stripper, referring to the Pickle Eaters.

"They were once Great Pimps until they were given pickles, much like the one you carry. But Sourontoast had deceived them, they were sucked into darkness and became his slaves. Now they are called Pickle Eaters, searching for the one who bears Sourontoast's one pickle. They can feel it's presence. They will not leave you alone," Stripper answered softly.

Soon after, they were all packed and departing from Free. Stripper lead them along, avoiding roads at all costs. Finally, Megdo grew curious. "Where are you taking us?" she questioned, leaning against a tree.

"Where they will not find us. Where we can all be alone," said Stripper. With this, he winked at Rowwise. She put her seductive smile on again, glad to see he was finally noticing her. But Jeffin took her hand in his, reminding her he was there.

He whispered, "How do we know he is a friend of Danidalf's? I know she has many pimps, but him?"

Megdo sighed and replied, "We have no choice but to believe him. Without him, we have no hope of escaping the Pickle Eaters."

Hours later, Rowwise's impatience got the better of her. "Where the fuck are we going? You must tell us, or I shall not walk another step!"

"I am taking you to Givenheadallday, home of Itsround," Stripper told them. He seemed to have lost all interest in any sexual action with the Hobags, especially as he spoke of Givenheadallday. "We do not stop again until nightfall." The Hobags were settling themselves beneath a tree.

Jeffin stood up and cried, "What? What about breakfast?"

"You already ate it."

Davey put his hand on Jeffin's shoulder, indicating for him to shut up and forget about it, but Jeffin pulled free. "Why yes we had one, but Hobags eat more than one breakfast. Didn't you know that? You seemed to know everything else. there is to know about... well everything!"

"Shut your mouth Jeffin," Davey said, his frustration of not eating second breakfast coming out by yelling at Jeffin. "I doubt he knows about any of our Hobag meals." Stripper threw them both cucumbers. Megdo and Rowwise begged for them as well, but not for eating of course.

Back in his evil lair type thing, Girlyman finished putting on his makeup. He pranced along gayly through the rooms singing I feel pretty until he reached the room containing his Testietir, his testicle that he had shown Danidalf. He closed his eyes (for the first time EVER!) and concentrated as hard as he could with his puny brain.

"Oh Lord Sourontoast, I am in your command. Tell my what I must do," he chanted in his girlish voice.

"Build me an army worth of Murder," came the reply.

Girlyman opened his eyes again, thinking, which was a rare occurence in his life. A group of Porks entered his study.

"What are the orders, my Lord?" one asked.

A retarded grin spread over Girlyman's face as he commanded the Porks to dig up every tree, creating a lair for him to breed Porks with humans. It was time for a huge sexual experiment which he would command. He felt like a porno movie director.

Stripper stopped at a large, abandoned location. He turned the his weary followers and told them, "This was once the great shagpad of Aman Sorta. We will rest here tonight."

They entered the area, looking around. The Hobags dropped their packs and sat on the ground. Stripper, too, dropped what he was carrying. From his pack her pulled out random knives, which he handed to the Hobags. "These are for you. Keep them at your side at all times. I mean you, Rowwise. Use that vibrator of Dildo's you stole the night he left," he said. Rowwise's cheeks reddened. "I'm going to investigate. I'll be back." He got up and left the Hobags to rest. Before long, Megdo had fallen asleep.

She awoke to find the others had lit a fire. "You idiots!" she shrieked. "What are you doing?"

Davey grinned thoughtfully and replied, "Cooking of course. Been missing out on meals for this entire trip! We saved some for you. Here you go!" He offered her a pan full of soy dogs.

But Megdo had other ideas. "Put it out! They'll notice the light and find us!" She kicked ashes all over the flames to extinguish them. ignoring the fact half of what she kicked was landing on Jeffin's face.

"Tasty," he murmured, spitting out the dirt.

"There." Megdo breathed a sigh of relief as the fire went out. But it was too late. Shrieking was heard closeby. Megdo reached to her side, where the knife Stripper had given her was. "Let's go!" She went to pull the knife from it's sheath, but ended up falling into the ashes that remained of the fire.

"Like I said, tasty isn't it?" Jeffin teased, laughing. They all pulled their knives out and ran to the top of the shagpad. The huddled together, afraid of what would come next. No one knew where Stripper was. Except for maybe Stripper.

One of the Pickle Eaters vaporized out of nothing in front of the Hobags, dick out and ready for a good raping. Four followed behind him.

Rowwise giggled sexily, "So we meet again. Time for that raping, I suppose?" The Pickle Eater grabbed her and threw her aside. Davey and Jeffin also tried to protect Megdo, but wound up being pushed away. Megdo fell to the ground (wow it's becoming a bit of a cliche isn't it?) It's as if they know she has the pickle.

She pulled it from her pocket and stuck it inside her, knowing it would make it so they couldn't see her anymore. The Bitch King walks up to her, his dick clutched tightly in his hands. He tried to use his strength to take the pickle from her pussy but she used all of her own strength to stop him. Angrily, the Pickle Eater ripped the pickle out of her with her own hand, holding it and trembling, and shoved his dick inside. She screamed in pain and pleasure.

Stripper appeared, beating the crap out of the Pickle Eaters. "Megdo!" Rowwise cried, crawling towards her friend and looking at the wound left from the vicious raping.

The Pickle Eaters are stripped by Stripper and, as I said before, they dissolved into bubbles and could no longer attack Megdo, at least until they were reborn into their hideous shapes back in Murder.

Rowwise stroked Megdo's wound. "Ohhhh Rowwise," Megdo moaned.

"This isn't the time for that!" Stripper said, furious for what seemed like no reason until he said, "Once someone has been raped by a Pickle Eater, they are doomed to become a Pickle Eater, ugly as them. This is beyond my skill. We must go to Givenheadallday now!"

He picked up Megdo in his arms and began to walk hastily in the direction of Givenheadallday. "Blargh, we need Danidalf now!" Davey said. They all trotted after Stripper.

Danidalf was still imprisoned in Girlyman's tower. She didn't risk dropping through the hole in the ceiling which she had gotten up there through. There seemed no point. A moth fluttered up to her. She caught it and whispered something, then set it free.

Down below, Girlyman continued with his experiments. And they seemed to be working. He had already created one cross breed Pork-Human. Girlyman was in a giddy mood, dancing around like a little school girl. His plan was working.

Stripper paused at three stone hookers, placing Megdo on the ground. She gasped as Rowwise touched her forehead. "She's going cold!" Rowwise cried.

Davey weeped, "Don't let her die! Can't you do something?" he asked Stripper.

"I suggest your goodbye sex now, there's a bush over there. I assure you we won't watch," Stripper replied. A screech was heard nearby. "They are close and soon she will become one of them. We may be able to find something to slow the poison. Rowwise come help me!"

Rowwise trailed after Stripper into the forest, not knowing what they were looking for. Stripper instructed her, and they seperated to search. Just as he was checking out Rowwise's ass as she walked away, a boob was put to his neck. "What's this? A banger off guard?" came a woman's voice.

Megdo lay on the ground, shaking and trembling non-stop, her skin becoming paler by the minute. Then before her, stood a glowing elf-woman in white lingerie. "I am Arwench," she said in her gentle tone, "I have come to help you, Megdo. Gaze deeply into my see-through bra. Return to the light."

A stoned look passes over Megdo's eyes as she passes into the Shadow. Rowwise was unsure of trusting this sexy, lucious, tasty... I mean, elf. But Davey stopped her from saying anything to piss Arwench off. Stripper returned, holding berries in his hand. He pushed them against the wound, Megdo squirmed with delight.

"I've been searching for you for two days," Arwench told them. "There are four Pickle Eaters chasing you. I assume you have destroyed the other five for now." Stripper nodded, lifting Megdo onto Arwench's dirtbike.

They started to talk in an odd language, which the Hobags could not understand, but the conversation went like this.

"Stay here with the Hobags, they will give you pleasure and relief. I will send means of transportation for you," Stripper told Arwench.

"No, I'm faster than you. Remember, I am the dirtbike champion of Givenheadallday. I will take her," was Arwench's reply.

Stripper shook his head, "It is too dangerous."

Arwench wouldn't take no for an answer, "As long as I can get across the river, all will be fine. The power of my people will protect her."

Sighing, Stripper nodded. "Ride quickly, don't look back."

Arwench got on the dirtbike and drove away at the fastest speed she could possibly go.

"What are you doing? They're still chasing her. What are ya, a fucking moron?" Rowwise snarled.

Arwench's ride was long and tiring. The Pickle Eaters found her at one point and tried to persuade Megdo to pass quickly into the dark side. But their donkeys were too slow. Arwench sped ahead, crossing over the river in one really cool looking jump.

"Give her up, wench!" a Pickle Eater said.

Arwench raised her sword, "If you want her, come and rape her!"

The Pickle Eaters headed reluctantly into the river. Arwench started chanting, in that odd language again. A huge wave formed in the shape of a giant...

"Cock-er spaniels!" cried a Pickle Eater. That was their way of complaining when they were being stripped. Their purple cloaks ripped off. Arwench shielded her eyes, covering Megdo's as well. A large group of tiny bubbles floated into the sky, making their way, no doubt, back to Murder.

Megdo whimpered, and Arwench lifted her off the dirtbike, placing her against a tree. "Don't give in, Megdo!"

A tear fell from Arwench's eye, landing on Megdo's ghostly cheek. "Let her live another day to enjoy the things that Hobags do. Give her my strength and my will to carry on. Spare her, save her." Megdo blacked out.

"Where am I?" came Megdo's voice.

"In the house of Itsround. It is October the 24th, at 10 in the morning, if you must know," Danidalf answered.

"Danidalf?" Megdo inquired, sitting up in the bed she was in. "What happened? Why didn't you meet us?"

"I had a bit of business to do, I suppose. Delayed me quite a bit," Danidalf said with a strained smile. She thought of what had really happened.

Back on top of the tower, Girlyman had returned to destroy her. "Don't give up my friendship so easily. Just because I'm a little fruity!" he said, his voice squeaking at the end. "One ill turn deserves another." He used his staff to push Danidalf off of him and to almost fall off the tower. "Embarce the pickle's power or I will kill you."

"Sourontoast is a betrayer and a bastard. He would not share power with anyone, let alone a drag queen like yourself," Danidalf answered, jumping off the tower onto a Dodo bird's back.

"So, I do have to kill you," Girlyman muttered, excited that he might do something other than try on lingerie.

"What is it, Danidalf?" Megdo asked, breaking Danidalf's thoughts.

"Oh, nothing. Don't you worry," the wizard said.

"MEGDO! You're awake!" cried Rowwise, running into the room. She leaped onto the bed and started humping her.

Danidalf grinned, "Rowwise has rarely left your side. Said she couldn't stand not to see your beautiful face. If it weren't for the skills of Itsround, we never would have seen it again, either."

Itsround popped up with a creepy look on his face. "Welcome to Givenheadallday, Megdo Bag."

Megdo thanked him a dozen times, when he told her to stop thanking him and go meet her friends. She jumped out of bed, dropping Rowwise to the floor and not pausing to help her up. She ran out the door, straight into Davey's outstretched arms. She greeted Jeffin as well, glad to see all of them were well. Then she saw him.

"Dildo!" she screamed, running to her uncle. They hugged and it didn't look as if the usual frisking would come. Dildo's age had started to show.

"I've got something to show you," Dildo answered. He pulled out a book. 'Never Have Orgies With Dwarves, A Hobag's Tale by Dildo Bag' it read. "How I would love to go on that journey once more, back to the mountain, but it seems my age has caught up with me."

"I miss the Tire," Megdo said suddenly. "I always wanted to go off with you, on your adventures. But now, my adventure has been quite different."

"Stop making this seem like the end and get on with the rest!" Dildo replied.

Meanwhile, Rowwise was on one of the many balconies, packing up her things. Jeffin came out of nowhere. "Hey you! Stop packing and let's fuck!"

"No, Jeffin, not out here. Besides, you're drunk!" she told him, sounding slightly irritated.

"Oh come on! We used to do it in more public places than this. Remember? On the slide, in the back of that guy's truck, in the football field.. I could go on!" Jeffin answered.

Rowwise didn't change her mind, "Not right now, ok?" She turned back to her packing. He grabbed her from behind and spuin her around, ripping her shirt open. He pulled off her shorts and started to take off his pants. Then he pushed her against the balcony wall and started to bang her.

"No Jeffin! I mean it. I don't want t..." she screamed as she fell off the balcony. The distance to fall was great, and below her was gravel. She would surely die.

Jeffin put his pants back on, looked over the edge and muttered, "Oops."

Below, Bondagemir, Legomyass and a group of trolls were arriving. Bondagemir pointed up, "What's that?" he asked the others. "Looks like someone's falling."

Legomyass, being a bit of a showoff, ripped his belt from his pants, letting them drop to his feet and lay down on the ground, where the shadow of the falling woman was.

Then, from the sky, Rowwise dropped down right onto Legomyass' dick. "Ohh," she moaned. "Thank you v-very much for r-r-rescueing me." He had started to have sex with her.