Vuvi leads him back through the house and towards a heavy wooden door. She flings it open and they step into the world outside.
Pip freezes as his metal feet sinks into the soft grass.
"Beautiful!"
Rolling hills and flower filled meadows stretched to the horizon where mountains, crusted with giant, glowing crystals, floated lazily through the skies. A winding road, made of intricately laid cobblestone ran past their cottage, weaving through the fields and vanishing into a misty forest. Pink and purple clouds raced through a sky crowned by twin suns and in the distance, dragons. Their scales on fire as they screech through the air like a squadron of fighter jets.
He clunks forward, eyes flitting about as he tries to absorb every sight, smell and sound.
"Welcome to the cursed lands of Elthrea!" Vuvi exclaims, spreading her arms open towards the world before them.
Pip turns to her, eye-cameras flickering as his brain struggles to keep up with the flood of new information.
"Listen carefully, Pip, this how we're gonna save my world." she proclaims as she steps in front of him and lifts six fingers towards his face. "It's a foolproof, perfectly planned, six-step process."
"What have I gotten myself into my?" He gulps as she starts counting off her fingers dramatically.
"One. Convince Mother to join our mission. She used to be a legend on the battlefield. A spell sword that could summon death with a whisper. But now she just sulks in her garden, tinkering with her herbs and potions. She says my plan is doomed to fail. We need to convince it's the only way! We're gonna need her for this mission."
Pip nods slowly.
"Two. According to my research, the Divinity Crystal that's fused to your core should make you stronger every time you use your… talents. So you'll need to use them, alot! We'll take a tour of the realm, use your talents on woman around the kingdom, build up a reputation and make tons of money along way."
He shrugs.
"Three. We use your fame and power to get an audience with King Thorobrin, he's the only one that can get us to the Eastern Continent—The Demon Lands. We'll need his magic, and permission. He won't even breath in our direction unless we can prove that it's worth his efforts. Men these days... argh... you'll see soon enough."
He gives a nervous thumbs up.
"Four. Gather a crew of the best adventures and mercenaries in the kingdom to help us sneak and fight our way through the Demon Lands and into Vexena's castle."
She now held up two fingers up to him.
"Five. We reach Vexena, you do your divine duty, satisfy the socks off her and make sure she lifts her bloody curse."
He nods cautiously.
"And finally, six, we save the world and live on as legends for all eternity."
She holds a folded fist up to him, a fire burning in her eyes as her mouth curls into a grin filled with hope and high expectations.
"So, Pip… you in?"
He gently taps his fist against hers and steps back, straightens himself into a heroic pose, hands folded onto his hips and chin held high.
"Our sexual saviour!" Vuvi gushes, gripping his hands tightly.
He gazes out across the sun-drenched fields and back down to the emerald-eyed beauty that clung to him like he was a dream.
"A mission. A purpose. A destiny… filled with orgasms." he giggles to himself.
A window above them flicks open with a loud bang.
"Vuuuviiiii…" Maribelle purred seductively as she popped her head out. "We have a customer. I think it's Reena. Make sure she has my milk!"
"Perfect timing!" Vuvi smirks as her eyes light up. "Come, Pip, it's time to show the world their saviour!"
They clunk and clatter through the house and toward the shop front where the scent of lilac and lust would greet them along with an eager customer.
Pip stared silently, stunned and thoroughly seduced by the sight before him.
At the shop entrance stood a towering figure with skin the color of a perfectly prepared cappuccino. Her curves barely covered in a patchwork shawl while a tiny, tight tunic seemed to scream for help as it struggled to contain two absolutely mind-bogglingly, massive breasts that hung from her chest. A short skirt fought with all its might to contain her thick thighs and long curls hung from her head like creamy caramel dripping onto her shoulders. And jutting out from under her hair… two giant horns.
"C-C-Cow-girl!!!" he screams. Wordlessly.