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  "writing": "[b][u][center]Some Impish Pleasures\nFor Ultilix\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n“Ugh, finally,” Ulti muttered, dropping her backpack as soon as she walked into her hotel room. “Peace, quiet…[i]space.[/i]”\n\nThe blue-scaled lizard shambled from the door to the bed, falling onto the mattress with a groan. She fumbled about, slowly kicking her shoes off and dragging her glasses off her face. Everything felt sore after walking around the convention center all day, and she felt jostled and bustled about and – \n\n[i]Mmmph, why do I keep going to crowded places?[/i] she thought as she rolled onto her back. [i]Because I don’t want to be alone and I keep forgetting how much it is.[/i]\n\nAs much as she grumbled, she was still glad that she’d come for the convention. Art, fandom, and so much more: it was good to be in touch with people without going on the internet for it, and there was the (admittedly highly theoretical) chance of getting a little bit of casual intimacy with some of her friends that had come to the convention, as well. \n\nThat said, it was probably going to have to wait for another night. She felt exhausted, and more than that, she felt [i]grimy.[/i] Every inch of her body, from the bouncy hair on her head down to the sweaty soles of her feet, felt like they were dirty, and she wanted nothing less than to scour the entirety of her body. Soon enough, she’d get in the shower. Soon enough, she’d take care of that. \n\nBut for now…\n\nShe flopped one hand over her jacket pocket, reaching inside for the goody-bag that she’d tucked away. All kinds of free stuff from the Dealer’s Den in there, as always. Dragging the plastic bag out with a few grunts and a whimper, she let it flop over her stomach and slowly pulled out her haul. \n\nA couple of pens from one bench. A poster that someone else was giving away. A couple of USBs that different authors had of books that they wanted to publish – should give that dragon a call, she thought. \n\nBut the ones that really stood out to her were a pair of little figurines. They were little imps, barely three inches tall, scarcely the length of her finger, but they were made really, really well. The little red plastic showed them off in perfect detail, running down from the tiny, cutesy horns on their heads to gremlin eyes and faces, then further down skinny frames to wider hips, and – \n\n[i]Hehehe, and this is why I love these conventions…[/i]\n\nAll the way down to a pair of perfectly rendered cocks. Each one had a beautiful dick, slightly big for their frame but not huge. She imagined that if they were life-size, they would probably be about five, maybe six inches? Not that big for someone her size, but for little imps, definitely higher than average. \n\nShe poked the little plastic dicks, giggling despite herself. Not sure if it was pure tiredness or something else, she almost felt a little high from her adventures through the con today. It made her think silly things, like pulling the little figurines to her mouth and giving them a naughty little kiss. \n\n[i]Why not?[/i]\n\nUlti dragged one of the imp boys to her lips, kissing his dangling cock, and then giving each of his little toes a lick. She gave the same favor to the other one, giggling tiredly afterward. \n\n“Ugh…I need to wake up,” she muttered, putting the imp boys in the nightstand and patting her cheeks. “Right, shower, then figure out what to do after that.”\n\nShe rolled off the bed and immediately bit back a yelp as she stepped on the carpet. It was just a little bit of a shock to her system; touch sensitivity was a hell of a thing, and while it was mostly bound to her lips and…well, a few other places, she had to keep an eye out for that. One reason that her shoes were padded as well as they were, and – \n\n[i]Shower.[/i]\n\nRight. Before she got distracted. She pulled off her glasses, put them on the nightstand, and fumble-felt her way along the wall to the bathroom. Once she’d showered, she would feel much better. \n\n#\n\nUlti left the bathroom door open, steam chasing her out as she sighed in relief. Her scales shone and she no longer had that sweat-stink on her. Just one little whiff of that had been enough to make her leap under the hot water; she didn’t know how people could stand that without a little bit of…\n\nShe froze, her claws clenching and unclenching in the empty space where her glasses were supposed to be. Carefully extending her arm left, then right, then left again, she felt nothing around the spot, either. \n\n“Oh, come on…where…where are my glasses?”\n\nThe room was one big blur without them. Maybe the colors might have told her something if the room was more familiar, but without that – \n\nUlti got down on her hands and knees, feeling about. They had to be somewhere. Did they fall off, or – \n\n“Ooooh, she looks pretty on all fours.”\n\n“Yeah, pretty sexy.”\n\n“That’s what I meant, doofus.”\n\nUlti yelped, jumping to her feet and grabbing for one of the pillows. Those, at least, were where they were supposed to be. \n\nTwo red shapes were waiting on her bed, one of them glinting at about head-level – \n\n“Hey, are those my glasses?!” she asked. \n\n“Hehehe, yep. Trade you for the pillow,” the red shape said, pulling them off his face and holding them out.\n\n“…”\n\n“Hehehe, don’t worry. We’re just looking, girl. And you look [i]good.[/i]”\n\nOh, this was [i]weird.[/i] Ulti’s cheeks burned as she backed up against the wall, trying not to show off anything past the pillow. It was hard, though; the pillows weren’t that big, and one of her arms were a little too busy trying to cover her breasts to do anything about covering her groin. \n\n“Tick tock, sexy-girl. Come on. Don’t you wanna see us?”\n\n“Hehehe, she already did; she [i]kissed[/i] us.”\n\n“And licked up.”\n\n“Gotta love a girl with taste.”\n\n“Who are you?” Ulti asked, shaking her head. “I didn’t do anything like that with anyone today.”\n\n“Nobody out there. But in here?”\n\n“You [i]like[/i] us.”\n\n“And we’d like to like you. So come on. Give us the pillow.”\n\nDespite the embarrassment, there was something about the mystery that pulled at her. And besides, Ulti told herself, if something bad [i]was[/i] going to happen, it was better that she see who in the world was in here with her. She could at least give a description that way. \n\nSo, after a few seconds hesitation, she slowly lowered the pillow and offered it to the shapes. One of them took the pillow, the other gave Ulti her glasses, and she jammed them back on – \n\n“Oh…my…”\n\n“Hehehehe, even better like this, ain’t we?” \n\n“Come on, bro, spread your legs; she wants to see [i]everything.[/i]”\n\nThey were the figurines, except that they’d come to life – or something like that. She stared, gobsmacked as the little red demon boys leaned back, almost like they were mirroring each other, and spread their legs. Their dicks fell down, hanging over their balls, each of them half-hard already and deliberately showing off as much as they could. She sputtered, trying to find the words to tell them to leave, or ask questions, or – well, anything, really. \n\n“Heh, what do you think, sexy-girl?” the imp that had been wearing her glasses asked. “Who’s hotter? Me?”\n\n“Or me?” the other one asked. \n\n“Joriel?”\n\n“Or Variel?”\n\n“Um…Can I call you Jor and Var?” she asked. \n\n“Sure, long as you tell us who’s hotter,” Joriel said, flipping over and lying on his stomach, kicking his feet back and forth behind him. “So, who?”\n\n“…Can I get my clothes?”\n\n“Awww, why would you want to get dressed up?” Variel asked, hopping off the bed and patting her hip. “You look so [i]hot[/i] this way. Don’t you wanna be hot like us?”\n\nThis was going well and truly beyond what she was ready for. She tried to walk around Variel, but the imp just moved to stand in front of her. He wasn’t quite crotch-height, but he really wasn’t far off, and she couldn’t bring herself to just bump into him and – well, basically grind on him in the process. \n\n[i]Goddammit, this isn’t fair.[/i]\n\nBefore she could try and retreat, Joriel hopped off the bed and stood behind her. His breath was right under her tail – fuuuuuuck.\n\n“Come on, sexy-girl. You bought us, you kissed us when we were just toys. Come here.”\n\nThey took her by the hands and she didn’t resist very hard as they dragged her back to bed. Imps had always been a weakness of hers; the little goblin boys, gremlins, teasing little minions of other people – they were always so hot. \n\nAnd now, she had two of them in her bed, and – \n\nWait. \n\nUlti sat up as they laid on either side of her. She looked at Joriel, then Variel, then back again. They had the same horns, the same skin color, the same eyes, even. The only difference between them was that Joriel had a slight scar down his left cheek and Variel had the same scar on his right. They were like mirror images of each other, and – \n\n“Are you two…related?” she asked. \n\n“Yep.”\n\n“Brothers.”\n\n“And brothers share.”\n\n“If people share with us.”\n\n“And we bet you [i]want[/i] to share with us, don’t ya, sexy girl?” Joriel said. \n\nThey both grabbed her by the hips at the same time, a synchronized clap on her sides. She let out the quietest of eeps as they leaned closer, leaning further and further into the bed as they loomed over her. \n\n“Come on, sexy-girl. Give us a name?” Joriel asked, resting against her right side. \n\n“Or we’ll keep calling you that. That’s fun, too,” Variel said. “Because it fits.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“So, Sexy-Girl, or something else?”\n\n“…Ulti,” she said, blushing. \n\n“Ulti, hehehe. Ultimate Sexy-Girl.” Joriel poked her cheek. “Careful, or you’ll start looking like us.”\n\n“Heh, well, not quite like us, bro. She’s gonna look a lot better between us.”\n\n“Oh, that’s true. So, what do you say, Ulti-Sexy-Girl?” Joriel asked. “You up for some fun with some imps? We got all night before we gotta go back to toy form, and you look like you need some…company.”\n\nShe loved the idea of something so casual – not to mention that the imps were giving her all kinds of ideas, considering that sounded like she’d be carrying them away as toys for home when the convention was over and she [i]loved[/i] the sound of impish roommates – but the reality of it was more than she’d ever expected. Her brain stalled, her mind chugged like an overworked computer and – \n\n“Hehe, looks like she needs a reboot, bro,” Variel said. \n\n“You or me?”\n\n“Let’s both do it.”\n\nThey leaned in and – without further warning – kissed her on the cheeks. Ulti’s blush flared so bright that her glasses fogged up almost immediately, and she covered her eyes as she sputtered. \n\n“Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck yes please fuck –”\n\n“Hehehehe, there we go,” Joriel said. \n\n“I get her boobs!”\n\n“Hey, I prefer the other side.”\n\nUlti yelped as they moved, darting about faster than smoke in the wind. One second she was cuddled from both sides by the imps, the next, Variel was sitting on her chest with his dick between her boobs, while Joriel was kneeling between her legs and hiking them up so her feet were in the air and his cock was against her pussy. \n\n“Uh…um…”\n\n“Hey, Ulti-Girl, twist your tail,” Joriel said. “I wanna ride that while I fuck you.”\n\n“Hehehe, think I’m just long enough to get your lips,” Variel said, booping her on the nose as he ground forward. “Success!”\n\n“Make sure to paint her face good if she doesn’t swallow!”\n\n“Oh, I will, I will. She’d look good all blue and white.”\n\nThe idea of being splattered offended her and turned her on at the same time. The way that the imps were feeling her up, groping her breasts and her hips, sliding forward and teasing her with cocks that were [i]so[/i] hard for her – it was vulgar and yet so hot at the same time. She guessed it was impossible to completely be offended when someone was that turned on for you and you alone. \n\nShe curled her tail as best she could, letting Joriel grind back against it. She bit her lips as he kissed her feet, only to meep quietly as Variel bumped her lips with his cock again. \n\n“Come on, open up, Ulti-Sexy-Girl.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Come on, you know you want it.”\n\nNormally, she wouldn’t have let a dick get anywhere within a foot of her face. But…this felt like something special, and – \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nShe’d barely opened her mouth an inch, but that was enough. Variel popped his cock in and started fucking her boobs, pushing between them and sliding an inch or two into her mouth at the same time. \n\nAnd yet, looking up, she saw the sheer bliss on his face as he fucked her tits and her mouth. He [i]really[/i] liked it, and small as he was, he was going all out with no holding back. It was…really hot to see someone want her like – \n\n“MMPH!”\n\nShe barely kept herself from clenching her teeth as Joriel pushed in. Five or six inches, maybe, but it was still a surprise. Her legs clenched tight around him, drawing a yelp from the smaller demon, but he still worked his hips. \n\n“Hehehe, you deserved that,” Variel said. \n\n“Gah! She – strong – strong legs!”\n\n“Hahaha! You should see your – mmmm – oh, her mouth is gooooooood.”\n\nShe was sucking for dear life as she got used to the feeling of someone that deep inside of her. It wasn’t even [i]that[/i] deep, it was just – fuck, surprising and intense and – oh he was kissing her feet now and – \n\nShe slowly relaxed, and as she did, Joriel started picking up the pace. He rocked forward into her pussy, back onto her tail, and then forward again. It really wasn’t that far, and he was small enough to be light, but it still felt…good. Really, really good as he started picking up speed. \n\nAnd then there was Variel, slowly working his cock back and forth, humping between her breasts, his cock resting on her tongue just long enough to leave some pre-cum behind, then sliding out again. He kept popping it out of her lips with a teasing grin, giving her a chance to catch her breath before thrusting forward again. \n\nThey were such teasing boys, and at the same time…they were completely in control. One sitting on her, one humping her pussy, both of them holding onto her tight – they might be smaller, but they were calling all the shots. \n\nAnd she loved it. \n\nAs she let it happen, her arms behind her head and her head propped up by a pillow, she found herself relaxing further and further into the casual way that they used her. Ulti wondered what they’d do after they came the first time, and wondered if the stories she’d heard about imps were true. \n\nShe hoped that she’d find out. She was already loving this, even if she was blushing bright enough to look like them. \n\n“Hold on,” Variel said, slowing down just enough to pluck the glasses off her face. “Don’t want to mess those up when I cum.”\n\n“’Ank ‘oo,” she muttered around his cock. \n\n“Don’t mention it.”\n\nAnd then they were back to the fun.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Ulti goes to a convention and ends up getting a couple of imp figurines that might be more than simple figurines. \n\nTags: M/F, M/M/F, Imps, Lizard, Ultilix, Imp Fascination, Demon, Hotel Room, Toy to Living Being, Size Difference, Teasing, Vaginal, Foot Fetish, Oral, Breasts, Boobs, Casual Fun, Embarrassed, \n"
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