*Major notice: A while back, while I was making this chapter, I asked whether or not I should use ChatGPT for grammar correction and improving the overall writing, and while I did decide to use it only for lemon. I'm looking at this right now before submitting, and holy shit, this is the most diabolical thing I have ever read. I don't even remember writing most of this. But still, I wanted to let you all know that I won't continue using ChatGPT moving forward.*
*Oh, P.S., I will be explaining what's going on moving forward at the end, so if you want to know what the schedule will be like, you can find it there*
y/n grasped his neck, tilting his head slightly as he attempted to massage the muscle. Y/N: Man, it feels like a lot of things happened today
y/n grasped his neck, tilting his head slightly as he attempted to massage the muscle.
Y/N: Man, it feels like a lot of things happened today. I barely even had a break besides a simple shower.
Millie: Well, yeah, of course, you were with those girls all morning, then had to play two different games.
Y/n: Uh huh, yeah, that's because this specific day has three chapters and one short dedicated to it.
Millie looked at him like he had hit his head or something.
Millie: Are you alright?
Y/n: Yeah, yeah, never better.
Y/n and Millie sat in the stands, looking at the stage below. Blitzo stood nearby, grinning smugly while also subtly focused on Striker.
Millie's tail flicked beside her as she continued to watch intently.
Millie: Are you sure Blitzo made the right choice in not telling that bird guy about the supposed attempt on his life?
Y/n: Yeah…No, absolutely not. What about you?
Millie: Well, I have known Blitzø for a long time. So if he believes that it is the right decision, I'll stick with him. Plus, if he tries anything, I can finally kill that asshole.
Millie: Since we're talking about the boss's boyfriend,
Suddenly, Blitzo turned his head towards the two and gave them a serious look as if to say, "Shut the hell up," which they both just laughed at.
Millie: What happened to that fella's daughter you were hanging out with?
Y/n: Oh, well, you see...
flashback
Y/n was jogging around, trying to find the two girls he was hanging around with before the games started.
Eventually, he spotted them near the stage, with Loona drinking again and Octavia standing awkwardly nearby.
Octavia glanced down at her cup, her expression sorrowful, as she nervously spun her drink, almost letting it slip from her hands.
Y/n: What are you up to, Via?
She jumped, startled by Y/n's sudden appearance.
Via: Oh, Y/n! I didn't expect to see you again.
Y/n: Oh? Well, that's disappointing. I guess I'm not wanted here.
Via: No, I didn't mean that.
Y/n: I know I'm just messing with you.
Y/n hadn't noticed this before, but it became more apparent that Octavia didn't understand emotions.
Much of the time, when he was just goofing around, Octavia seemed to struggle with understanding that he was only joking.
He found it funny, especially when she blushed from his remarks. It was adorable to watch her panic, not knowing how to respond.
Loona: Finally, you decide to show up after all this time.
Y/N: Well, sorry, but it's not like I had to head all the way back to Millie's parents' house and back here. Anyway, look, can I have my shirt and jacket back?
Loona rolled her eyes as she flung his jacket back at him. But it was just the jacket.
Y/n: Where's the shirt?
Loona: Oh, that… yeah, someone stole it.
Y/n: God dammit, what is with my clothes getting stolen.
Via: "Chuckling, tilts head," You know, if it's always happening, then you should get a look at that.
Y/n: Yeah, let me just hook up a camera on my stuff 24/7. Agh fuck well, I guess just my jacket will do.
He put on his jacket while only wearing a tank top.
Y/n: Hey, Loona, did Blitzo stop by?
Loona: Hmm? Oh yeah.
y/n: So you know what to do?
Loona: Ehh, just what I heard while chugging down drinks to drown out his voice.
Y/n: Well, alright, Via, I'm going to have to take care of some work stuff, so I can't stay here, but I just wanted to say it's always fun hanging out.
Via smiled slightly as she turned her body towards him. She placed her arms behind her back while pushing her chest out slightly, confidently.
*Image here*
Via: Thanks for hanging with nobody like them, even if my father sprung it onto you.
Y/n bopped onto her head slightly, trying to make her change that mindset.
Y/n: You're not just some nobody, Octavia. Give your father some credit; he genuinely wanted to spend time with you. But you know how demanding his work can be. Don't worry, though—I'm here if you ever want to hang out again.
Via: Hehe, I was just checking, but if you would like, I could see about getting my father to bring you along on our little trip to the Upside for the Stars.
Y/n: What kind of trip?
Via: A long time ago, my father promised me that when I was a kid, we would witness Azathoth's tears together during this trip.
Y/N: Hmm, I'm not sure, Octavia. It sounds like a special bonding moment between you and your dad, so go enjoy your time with Stolas.
Via: "sighs." Yeah, you're right... But keep your phone on for when I want to hang out with you again.
Y/N gave her a thumbs up.
present
Y/n: So that's what happened.
Millie: So, you were just being a player.
Y/n: I, uh, I don't know.
Millie shakes her head and turns her focus back to the stage.
Millie: It looks like they're about done down there.
Y/n: Thank god these seats are uncomfortable; I really needed to do some bit of moving around. Y/n stood up and began stretching while Millie watched, a cheeky grin spreading across her face.
Millie: Hey Y/n..
Y/n: ya what sup?
Millie: Given that Blitzo will be keeping an eye on that striker guy and the bird fella isn't returning anytime soon, how about we do some "activities" of our own.
y/n glanced at Millie, who sat with her legs crossed and a hand raised to her chest, her finger slightly tugging at her shirt, revealing a glimpse of one breast and the darker shade of her nipple being apparent.
With a knowing smile, she gazed up at him. Y/N glanced at her, grabbing his head and realizing that Millie would be a challenging woman to please.
He chuckled with a dark aura sarrouning him, If Millie wanted to act sluty, maybe it was time he treated her more like one.
Y/N: Fine. Follow me. I know a place. But try to keep your pretty eyes open this time instead of passing out on me.
Millie: Heh, you just caught me off guard last night. This time, I'm not going down so quickly.
Y/N: Good. I like a little more of a fight. Now move.
y/n stepped a few feet away, while Millie hopped off her spot, closely trailing behind with her hands behind her back and her chest pushed out.
y/n glanced around for a moment before focusing on a spot that might be suitable. He led her toward the area filled with stalls, which were clustered together, obscuring the view of anything behind them, yet remaining somewhat public.
As they walked, Millie glanced around, enjoying the simple stroll until she was unexpectedly pushed against the solid part of the stalls, obstructing the view of the people playing games on the side.
Millie's chest was pressed against the back of the stall while her lower half was pushed out towards y/n to look at with his lustful eyes.
Millie gasped at the sudden force Y/N used, the reality of it sinking in seconds later—they were really about to do it outside. The thought sent a thrill through her, curiosity sparking in her chest. She'd never gone through with it before, always held back by Moxie's skittish, prudish side when it came to sex. But now… She was on the verge of doing it outside with y/n.. Maybe she should attempt it herself.
Her tail flicked with excitement as she turned her head slightly to glance back at y/n, wearing an embarrassed expression as she was still unsure about doing it outside.
But that thought vanished the moment Y/N yanked down her shorts, exposing her red, well-spanked ass. No underwear. Just bare, flushed skin—and a damp spot darkening the fabric right where her pussy had been pressing.
Y/N: Damn, Millie. Bold of you to go without panties.
Millie: Heh, well, someone ripped them off me last night.
Y/N: So you just decided to go commando? Damn, what a filthy little slut.
You'd think the insult might sting, but no, Millie practically shuddered at the words. A fresh trickle of wetness slid down her red thigh, giving her away completely.
Y/n grinned with a darkening expression. This wasn't a one off thing either as y/n did the same kind of thing when he fucked stella which made him wonder how she was doing.
But that was beside the point. Y/N crouched down, gripping her ass and spreading her cheeks apart, smirking at how soaked she was just from a bit of name calling. He licked his lips, looking ready to devour this red imp cake.
Millie shivered in anticipation, watching as Y/N leaned in, his breath hot against her slick folds. The moment his tongue met her wet cunt, a sharp tremor shot up her spine, making her tail snap straight out.
Her hands pressed against the stall as moans escaped her mouth, which she tried covering with her arm while y/n kept licking away at her folds. Her tail slithered onto his shoulder before slowly wrapping around his neck.
Millie: Fuuuck~ "panting" You really know how to work that damn tongue, don't ya?
Her voice came out breathy, edged with a growl — half praise, half desperate whine.
Her whole body was burning up, but it was her lower belly that really lit up — that deep, aching pressure building fast. A sharp pulse kept hitting her from the inside, like her cunt was begging for more.
Y/N slipped one hand lower, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles while the other teased her soaked entrance. The double sensation made her jolt — back arching, thighs twitching.
Millie: Shit—!
But from the wild look in her eyes, it was clear: she didn't want him to stop. She wanted more. Rougher. Deeper. Until she forgot how to stand.
While leaning against the stall, Millie noticed a small hole through which light was shining into her eye. She looked to see the other side, where imps were playing the game.
While the imps on the other side didn't seem to notice at first, it was getting harder to stay quiet. Y/N's finger was sliding in and out of her pussy, slow but deliberate, and it made Millie gasp — caught off guard by how good it felt.
She shut her eyes from the peephole briefly, biting her lip. But when she looked back, she noticed movement — like maybe her moans hadn't gone unheard after all.
Stall Imp 1: Hey... did anyone else hear that?
Stall Imp 2: Hear what?
Stall Imp 1: Kinda sounded like a chick…
The moment those words hit her, Millie's cunt clenched around his finger. Y/N grinned. Yeah, that confirmed it — Millie got off on the danger of being caught.
Y/N: Damn, Mill… you gettin' turned on from the thought of those little bastards catching us?
She didn't answer right away. Instead, she turned to face him slowly, a cocky, wild glint in her eyes. Her smile was twisted, playful, and dangerous all at once — the kind that said you better back up that talk.
Millie: Then quit teasin' and put that cock where it belongs, sinner. I want it deep. I wanna feel it every time one of those idiots opens their damn mouth.
She looked absolutely feral, hungry, sweaty, and way too excited for someone who might get caught mid fuck. And that look told Y/N everything:
She wasn't just into it. She was ready to drain him of everything he had.
Y/N smirked. Who was he to deny Millie what she wanted?
He unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock out. Millie's eyes widened for a split second, then that surprise melted into something darker. Hunger. Pure, filthy, fuck me now kind of hunger.
She shot him a wicked smile as she slid one leg out of her shorts, finally freeing herself from the fabric that had been holding her back. With a subtle shift, she widened the gap between her legs, arching her back better to push her ass out, hands still braced against the stall wall for balance.
She was looking a lot like a red bull of sorts. It was like she was challenging him. One, he had no intention of turning down.
He pressed his cock to her, feeling her slick warmth spread over the head. Y/n smirked—then slammed into her without warning.
Millie: Woo—shit!
Millie's arms jolted inward as her head cracked against the stall wall with a loud thud, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the cheap plywood.
Millie: Ow son of a-
She hissed through her teeth, rubbing her forehead before quickly darting her eyes to the peephole. Her heart thumped like a jackhammer in her chest—maybe someone actually heard them this time.
Stall Imp 1: See?! See what I mean?! I told you I heard somethin' that time!
Stall Imp 2: Dude, the only thing I hear is the sound of your dignity circlin' going towards the drain. Your game is even rigged, but a blind imp could win it backwards.
Stall Imp 1: Nuh uh! I'm tellin' ya, that bang came from the other side of the stall I'm not just hearin' things! I'm going to check this thing out.
Millie wasn't exactly the shy type—after all, she'd been nothing but bold when things got romantic with Moxxie and Y/n. But there was just something about being caught in public, mid-fuck, that made her both bashful and incredibly turned on. And Y/n could definitely tell… especially from how much tighter she suddenly got after that loud thud.
Y/n leaned his face against her ear, and as he whispered, his lips brushed against her hair, sending a shiver of excitement down her body.
Y/n: So how excited are you, huh? Any moment now, that imp from the other side's gonna spot us—see us fucking right here. That's gonna cause a whole damn scene… more people watching, while your pussy's getting filled by my dick.
Millie slowly turned her head to the side, locking eyes with him. A smug smirk tugged at her lips, and a wicked, sultry gleam appeared in her eyes.
Millie: Well then, if we're gettin' caught, we better give 'em a hell of a show. So quit talkin' and fuck my cunt already.
Y/n: Well, since you're wanting it so much… here
Y/n grabbed Millie's left arm—the one bracing her against the wall—and yanked it back.
Y/n: You—
He did the same to her right, pulling both arms behind her, locking her wrists together in one firm grip. With her chest pressed to the wall and her ass pushed out, Millie was left hanging in a restrained position, completely at Y/n's mercy.
Y/n: Go.
He started moving his hips faster, each thrust landing with a loud, wet smack that echoed off the walls. Millie's imp tail flicked and twitched with every impact, her red skin now glowing an even deeper shade around her ass from the relentless pounding.
But she didn't feel pain, not even close. Each slap of his hips against her sent another spark of pleasure ripping through her, making her knees wobble.
There was just no way Moxxie could ever fuck her like this, he was always so gentle, so careful with her. Not that she didn't love that side of him, but this?
This was something else entirely. Rougher. Wilder. Filthy in all the right ways. And damn, was it fun. The pleasure hit different, deeper, sharper, messier, and she couldn't get enough of it.
She wasn't sure how much longer she could last, her insides felt like they were burning, aching for release.
Despite the way her body rocked with every rough thrust, Millie tilted her head, trying to sneak a look through the peephole. It was hard to focus with her pussy getting absolutely pounded, but even through the haze of pleasure, she managed to make out movement on the other side.
The imp on the other side was shifting, walking off to the side of his stall, right toward the edge where he could peek behind it. Just a few more steps and he'd have a clear view.
Y/n's thrusts grew even faster, more relentless, and Millie could barely keep herself upright. Her body trembled, breath ragged, every nerve alight with the thrill of it all.
Millie: Hnng, f-fuck, t-this is s-so hot!
She didn't care anymore if someone saw. Hell, part of her wanted to be seen by others.
Just as the first imp reached the edge, mere inches from spotting them, another voice called out from the other side of the stall.
Imp 2: Dude, maybe the total lack of pussy you get is startin' to mess with your head, man.
Imp 1: You know what? That's it. Get your ass over here!
There was the sound of hurried footsteps, a scuffle, and a string of curses as the two imps got distracted with each other, buying Millie and Y/n a few more precious, pounding seconds.
Millie: "barely able to hold back a giggle between gasps" that was really close, huh, well, but I'm not done yet.
Y/n: Really? Well… your lower half says otherwise.
Millie let out a shaky breath, lowering her head until her forehead pressed against the stall wall. She glanced down, catching a glimpse of her own body—nipples stiff, legs trembling, skin flushed and glistening.
There was no hiding it.
She was absolutely wrecked…
Y/n drove into her with a final series of deep, powerful thrusts, each one hitting harder than the last. His cock slammed into her with unrelenting force, sending Millie body spasming.
She whimpered in pleasure, her moans finally slipping free as her body trembled. Her tail flicked wildly behind her, curling and twitching with every jolt of ecstasy that ripped through her.
Millie: F-fuck, I'm c-cumming!
Millie cried out, her voice echoing as her climax hit hard. Her body convulsed, and she squirted, her release splashing messily against the stall wall in front of her.
Y/n pulled out just as she finished, releasing her arms. Without his grip holding her up, Millie collapsed into a shaky, breathless heap—falling into a sitting position with her back towards him, legs spread, body twitching with aftershocks.
While Millie sat there trembling, catching her breath, Y/n wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking himself through those last few intense seconds.
With a low groan, he came—thick spurts of cum painting Millie's lower back in messy, hot streaks. The contrast against her red skin made it all the more sinful.
She twitched slightly at the warm sensation across her back, still too dazed to react at first. But a moment later, she turned her head, glancing over her shoulder. Her eyes landed on the streaks of cum coating her lower back.
Instead of flinching, she smirked.
Millie: Damn, you really made a mess back there.
That teasing glint in her eye said it all, Millie was far from finished with him. But just as she opened her mouth to flirt back, Y/n pulled out his phone and checked the time.
It was close. The next and final appearance of Stolas was a few minutes away.
Y/n: Sorry, Mills, but the target we're protecting is about to show. We need to refocus.
Y/n: Why don't you get yourself cleaned up while I keep watch on Stolas?
Millie sighed, rolling her eyes with a tired but satisfied grin.
Millie: Ugh… fine. But after this mission's done, you're mine all night. And next time? I'm showin' you who the dominant one is in this relationship,
Y/n simply chuckled at her response.
Y/n: sure
Millie went to stand up, but her legs were wobbling slightly.
Millie: I think you did an actual number on me. I can't exactly feel my legs.
Y/n: Well, you did ask me to.
Millie: Alright, you go ahead. I need to go back to my parents' house to clean up, so I might be a little late since I can't exactly run.
Y/n: Hehe, alright
Slight time skip
Y/n was strolling around while Stolas was once again back on stage speaking. When he spotted a particular wolf lingering nearby. Loona leaned against a wooden fence close to the stage, allowing him to keep an eye on it while hanging out with her.
He walked over and saw Loona casually scrolling through her phone, but her ears perked up as if she had recognized the sound of his footsteps.
Loona: Yo.
She didn't even glance up from her phone when she said it, but Y/n didn't take it personally. He strolled over and leaned casually against the fence beside her.
Y/n: So… what're you doing all the way over here?
Loona: Trying to see if I can catfish some losers into sending me money.
Y/n: Oh yeah? How's that going for you?
Loona: You'd be surprised what some creeps will pay when they think you're underage. That's all I'm saying.
Y/n: Hey, you wouldn't have happened to see Blitzo, have you?
Loona: Nah
Y/n: Alright, well… how does it feel to lose to me, huh?
Loona: Tsk, you just won by a hair, is all.
Y/n: Maybe so, but you better keep up your end of the bargain.
Loona: Yeah, whatever, but if something happens, don't blame me.
Y/n: Yeah, sure... Oh, wait. Didn't Octaive also put something in when we made our bets?
Loona: She only said if she won, then you would have to hang out with her.
Y/n: I see.
Suddenly, Loona's ears perked up sharply, twitching in that way they did when she picked up on something, just like when she'd heard Y/n's footsteps earlier.
Loona: Tsk!
Y/n: Everything good?
Loona: It's just Blitzo trying to call me. It's nothing.
Y/n: Alright… if you say so.
Then, from the stage, Stolas raised his hand toward the sky.
A portal shimmered open above him, swirling with deep reds and starlit hues. It revealed a breathtaking crimson moon that bathed the entire area in glowing red light.
Y/n: Whoa…
He found himself staring, momentarily stunned. So this is what Octavia sees in it.
Up close, the stars, the light—it really did feel… special. Cosmic. Like the universe had paused just to let them watch.
He turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder.
But Loona was gone.
Vanished without a sound.
Now, Y/n stood alone—eyes locked on Stolas, the eerie moonlight casting long shadows around him.
And he couldn't shake the feeling crawling up his spine… like something very wrong was about to happen.
He stood there watching everything closely, ensuring to be ready in case something happened.
"BANG"
Y/n's eyes widened as he swiftly reached out his hand, feeling time slow down. Everything froze as he scanned his surroundings for the source of the sound. Then he spotted Striker clinging to the edge of a window frame, where he was aiming a sniper at Stolas.
His eyes tracked the sniper's line of sight, searching for the bullet's location. Surprisingly, the bullet lay just inches from Stola's stand, directly in front of him.
Y/n slowly walked over to Stolas, passing the many imps in the crowd until he reached the stage. He extended his hand, fingers outstretched, moving ever so slowly toward the projectile, Inch by inch until it made contact.
The second his skin brushed the bullet's surface, the world snapped violently back into motion.
"CRACK"
The bullet tore through his hand with brutal force, spinning him back as the momentum launched him into the stand in front of Stolas.
Stolas: Wh-Y/n!?
Both he and the stand hit the ground with a loud thud. Stolas gazed at him, both shocked and confused about the situation, but without a second thought, y/n slammed his hand down on the ground, causing the souls of the damned to rise around the stage proactively.
However, slowly everything faded to black as his mind went numb, and he lost consciousness.
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Okay, so after this, next week I'll be working on Murder Drones since people want another chapter, and at the very least I'll make the lemon chapter since it's basically the next chapter and because they have something at least.
Then after that, I'm going to fulfill the promises I made for the MLP book and finish off the Nightmare Moon arc, which should only last three chapters, with one already done.
Then after that, I'm putting my full focus on this book for the next month or two to rebuild the chapter count that I have lost over the time I haven't been posting on Patreon. While that may sound bad because there's no chapter for the public, I plan to at least release one to two chapters a month, which would be kinda like the old schedule of every other week.
But that's all. Thank you, and I promise not to disappear again over my break.