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The Festival of Musk

Chapter 1: Infection

For EdgeofObsidian

By Draconicon

The city of Westopolis sprawled out below him, and Abyss the Obsidian saw nothing but future victims among the steel towers and the concrete rows that framed it. The hedgehog loomed over the edge of the tallest tower in the center of the city, dark eyes flicking across the open city squares below him, and he shook his head.

Nothing but fuel for Sonic's funeral pyre, he thought with a slight smile. He stood up, rubbing his ridges back as he imagined how the speedy blue hedgehog would come running as soon as the deaths started. A little bit of destruction could get that, that 'hero's' attention. A massacre would bring him running no matter what else was going on. Abyss planned to make such a bloodbath that nobody but the city's 'hero' would be able to come and deal with it.

And this was the perfect place. He ran his hand along the side of the tower, feeling the trickle of electricity running up the side of it. The great towers of Westopolis positively crackled with waiting energy. All of them, each and every one, was a battery that he could tap in a fight against Sonic, against anyone. He had picked this place specifically for that, knowing that the hedgehog wouldn't be able to take him down. There would be no turning back, and when he was done, Westopolis's cratered remains would be his, his to build on and make his own.

He grinned to himself at the thought, his hands flickering with electric white light for a few seconds before he pushed it away. Couldn't waste the energy yet; even with all the power he had around him, he knew he'd need all of it to bring down the blue blur. Powerful as he was, he'd been overconfident before. He wasn't going to risk losing now.

Now, to pick the perfect target...

A mild burst of white light exploded at his feet, launching him through the air towards one of the other towers, and then again to another. Four jumps carried him across the high points of the city, until he was directly above a larger city square. The whole place had been cleared out, the alleys linked between the streets for one giant festival. He was on a low enough tower for him to be able to read the sign for it, too, and he cocked his head to the side in curiosity.

The Festival of Musk?

It seemed a positively absurd name, but everyone else was absurd. Even his host, with his pathetic lusts and ambitions, was weak compared to him. Abyss narrowed his eyes at the people moving along the streets, and slowly began to grin.

Women. The festival was attended only by women, with skimpy outfits and gold chains, scarves and wraps the only clothing that they seemed to allow themselves. They danced in some shimmying way, swaying their hips rather than walking normally. They seemed almost possessed by some other urge, as even from his distance he could see strange smiles on their faces as they moved.

It didn't matter. They were victims, and perfect victims, at that.

Sonic will hear their screams for the rest of his life. Even if he somehow manages to beat me, he will know he failed to save hundreds of innocent women. Even if I lose, I win.

Abyss stood up straight, extending his arms towards the side of the building. The electricity tingling on the outside leaped to his fingers, streaming to him in crackling lines of white and blue. He threw back his head, a laugh building in his throat as the power tingled deep in his core, building up to a raging storm in his chest as he drew more and more from the office tower. His vision went black and white, the people below little more than sparks to him, things to kill and drain before moving on.

"Finally, I will have my -"

Suddenly, two hands grabbed him from behind, yanking him away from the edge of the building. Abyss's eyes went wide as he slammed down on the rooftop with a crack beneath him, and when he tried to get up, those hands - red and pink respectively - grabbed him again, pushing him down. He got a glimpse of two, no, three people in black robes and hoods before the third person leaned down.

"You dare think yourself my equal? Think again, for I am master of more than you comprehend!"

He raised one hand, intending to summon a blast of lightning so intense it would blast the three interlopers from existence. The energy crackled in his chest...and then fizzled.

He had just enough time to stare at them before the third figure leaned against his neck and bit down, hard. The hedgehog's eyes widened, his energy draining instantly, almost like the stranger was sucking it right out of the hole in his neck.

"What? What have you...what sorcery have you inflicted upon me?! I swear...death will...come to you...all..."

Laughter. Laughter was the only response to his threats, and his rage burned hotter for an instant in response. But it wasn't enough to stop the draining, wasn't enough to stop the slow loss of power that continued through the sucking bite at his neck. It was like this upstart was feeding off of everything he'd drained, and...and...

There was a tingle, he realized. A tingle that was getting pushed through his body, like some other sort of current. He groaned, trying to struggle, but even his physical might was drained away from him, leaving him helpless as a child in their arms.

It went on for almost a minute before the hooded figure pulled back, the night keeping him from seeing anything of what she looked like beneath the robe. The other two picked him up, carrying him along towards the edge of the building. He struggled, but even without the bite, he was weak. Their hands, he belatedly realized, were glowing, almost like they were magical, like they were draining him in their own way.

They held him there, chuckling in a soft, sultry way. Too late, he realized that they were women, too. He'd been beaten...by women.

"It is the beginning of your end, Herald," the third one whispered from behind. "Soon, you will realize your submission, and come to me to be truly fulfilled. I'll see you again...soon."

Three very different laughs filled his ears as they threw him from the top of the building. He strained for the power, his electrokinesis, but it faded from him as soon as he touched it. A tingle, then gone. Another tingle, and then it was gone again. The windows of the office building streaked by faster and faster, becoming a continuous blur of yellow light and blue steel dividers, the ground coming closer and closer.

Abyss tilted his head, looking towards the ground, and realized that it was too late. He wasn't going to stop his landing.

CRASH!

He burst through a metal railing, crashed through a folding staircase, and bounced off of a window cleaner platform before sliding down into a pile of mattresses and trash bags. The final softening of the landing...wasn't that soft. The hedgehog groaned, buried in a pile of stench and filth, and slipped unconscious.

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When consciousness returned, the first thing he did was blow a hole through the pile of trash. Somehow, it was easy, like he was stronger than he had been, but that was impossible. He was simply the superior being. The only reason he'd even taken that fall was because he'd been taken by surprise, rather than because they were stronger.

The second thing he did was look for a mirror.

Those vermin bit me. If they actually broke the skin, I will be very, very upset.

It took some rummaging around, but he eventually found a piece of broken mirror that had been thrown out. The hedgehog pulled it out of a split garbage bag, and held it up, turning it side to side until he had a good view of his neck. The instant he saw himself, he let loose a roar of rage.

"Those...those women! The unmitigated GALL of those WOMEN!"

Everything was different. His eyes glowed green at the edges without the use of his powers, and his scarf had gone from gray to green, as well. As he snarled, he saw that the edges of his teeth had changed, becoming sharper and glinting in the moonlight. It was impossible, and yet...Something had definitely happened.

He turned his head, and he saw the bite mark in his neck. Truly a bite, then, and one that left more than tooth holes in his flesh. A skull-mark was left right beside it, almost like a calling card. Abyss could not have felt more furious if Sonic had been there in front of him and was taunting him in person.

Swearing revenge on all three of the females that had done this to him, the hedgehog threw himself out of the alley. He panted softly, glaring out at the festival before him.

When I have my power back, they'll all pay for this indignity...but until then, they are information. If they won't give me what I need, I'll take it from them. I still have that much power.

"Um, excuse me."

A new voice caught his attention, and he turned, only to go wide-eyed at the sight before him.

It was one of the Mobian girls, a rabbit to be exact. She wore a pink wrap across her chest, almost sheer harem pants that barely covered her privates, and she walked barefoot across the sidewalk towards him. He almost thought she looked concerned, but then again, he wasn't looking that closely at her face.

Instead, his eyes were drawn right down to her feet, unable to take his eyes off of those bare soles. Thick toes, long feet, narrower than he was used to seeing -

Why am I staring?! They hold no importance!

• yet still so intense to look at. He took a breath, and immediately felt her musk sliding down his nose. How did he know it was her? He didn't know, but it had to be. An intense blast of sweat and musk filled him with that first breath, and it seemed to grow every time she took a step closer to him. The tingle from before, when he was being bitten, filled him again, sending a throbbing right down to the space between his legs -

What did they do to me? This is not how a body is intended to react, let alone MINE! I will not be distracted by a pair of -

It had happened so fast for him, going from angry to...aroused. He could feel himself stirring down there, his coat barely enough to hide the beginning twitches of an erection. The hedgehog hissed in a way that he never remembered doing before, and threw himself away from her. His electrokinesis finally responded to his will, and he shot away as a bolt of lightning, zooming towards the festival proper.

He came crashing down in a different alley, panting and gasping and growling with rage. With his fingers curling and scratching at the pavement beneath him, Abyss couldn't keep a snarl off of his face. He wanted to hurt something. No, he wanted to kill someone.

Whatever they did to make me suffer this...indignity... He looked down at his crotch, seeing the stirrings of need down there. Whatever they did cannot go unpunished. I will find them, and I will kill them. Burn them. I will make sure everyone knows that the power of Abyss the Obsidian cannot be challenged like this!

His neck burned, and he gasped, clapping a hand to the bite mark. He felt the heat around it spreading, rushing along, almost like it was worming its way deeper into his body. He shook his head, pulling out the mirror again, and looked down at the bite mark.

Green lines were spreading out from it, almost like crackles of his own electricity, but brighter, sicklier than that. Whatever they'd done, it was getting stronger, and spreading visibly.

Perhaps most frustrating and degrading was the fact that he felt continued twinges of arousal from between his legs. He was not a being to be 'turned on' by anything, let alone something so mind-boggling as a pair of feet and a smell that came from them. He should have used his power to destroy her, to make her bleed and bend beneath him, part of the sacrifice to lure his opponent out into the open...and yet he had fled.

Abyss shook his head. It was a tactical retreat, nothing more. If he didn't understand what was happening to him, then he couldn't fight it. His mighty power could destroy anything, but this...

He rubbed the mark on his neck, shaking his head.

I need to find out what blasted sorcery they used on me. As soon as I know what it is, they're dead. All of them. They will know the vengeance of Abyss.

Thus decided, he managed to 'forget' the throbbing between his legs, and walked down the alley. It didn't take long to find a street that was empty, and he followed it, as well, dragging his scarf down so that his occasional, throbbing erection wasn't quite so obvious.

He followed the festival around the edges, doing his best to ignore the scent of musk and sweat and the sights of barely covered bodies, and bare feet. Every time that he ended up distracted by one of the ladies walking by, he felt a throb between his legs and a tug down there as well, almost like some ghostly figure was trying to get him to join the party. He resisted it, aided by his own disgust at his body's reaction, and held himself to the edge.

Eventually, Abyss heard a series of voices, and the hedgehog followed the sound to the source. He leaped onto a smaller shop that was on the block between the city and the festival, and looked down at four women whispering to each other. Not one of them was dressed like a woman should be, their bodies covered in lewd robes and their feet must have been filthy from walking around barefoot all night. Yet...

You are NOT getting hard right now! he mentally shouted at his body, but his cock continued to rise despite his insistence. Abyss growled, slapping his forehead before he turned his attention back to the women below him. They seemed to be talking about something interesting, and he narrowed his eyes as he listened.

"She is already craving her tribute."

"I know, I know, but he's nowhere to be found."

"It's fine, it's fine. We have time everyone. The foreign one need not be delivered before the moon has set."

Foreign one...that could only be me, Abyss thought, shaking his head. What is this 'tribute' that they speak of, though? If it is me, someone has drastically underestimated my power.

"Her highness said -"

"Don't worry about what she said. Worry about what she's going to do if we hurry and mess it up."

"Yeah, don't worry about it. The Sirens have already gotten to him; it's only a matter of time before the foreign one falls to his new urges."

Abyss snarled silently. The idea that they had such a low opinion of him made his blood boil, and his fingers clenched as electricity built up in his body. He wanted to unleash a storm of rage for their impudence, but the attention it would draw would doubtlessly leave him exposed to more of this vile sorcery. It had been enough to overcome him the first time, and he had little doubt that they could do it again. He was proud...but he wasn't stupid.

The scent coming off of them wasn't helping his focus, either, as the musk went right through his head and down to his cock and balls. It throbbed beneath the scarf that covered it, and every time it did, he felt an answering throb in his neck. The bite and the green streaks coming off of it were getting harder and harder to ignore, and were distracting him from what the women below were saying.

Focus! he thought, growling past his distractions, but that only made it harder to hear. He shook his head, slapping the side of it. Focus. You are better than this. This is just magic. Foul, horrible magic...

Magic or not, it was affecting his ability to think so much that he hadn't noticed the women walking away until they were halfway out of the alley. What else had they said? What had he missed that might give him the key to figuring this out?

It was too late. They were gone. Abyss sighed, hopping down into the alley proper and watching them leave, shaking his head.

"If I'm the foreign one, then who is this 'highness' that they're talking about? She must be the one that has conducted this loathsome ritual...Hmmmph. If she thinks that she can handle me, then she is a fool."

"Or you are."

The voice came from behind him. There hadn't been anyone there before. Abyss whipped around, his electricity - no longer blue, but green - leaping to his fingers as he searched for the source of it.

He didn't have to look long. A curvaceous silhouette stepped out of the shadows, wrapped in a robe of darkness. A blue glow pushed past the edge of a hood, lighting up the edge of a muzzle as the alley filled with a feminine chuckle, and a familiar one at that. Abyss sneered.

"So, you're one of the ones that placed this curse upon me. You think you can lord this over me, woman?"

"Heh, squirt, I can lord whatever I like over you."

She lifted her hands, red fingers and palms slipping past black sleeves as more glowing, disembodied hands filled the air around her. The magic made him rage inside, and the electricity flowed heavier down his arms, covering them in sleeves of crackling energy. He felt it spilling across his eyes, running back over the sides of his head in sparking lightning storms that struck the sides of the alley.

She didn't seem impressed.

"Look at you. Throwing your power all over the place like some sort of feral beast. You need some discipline."

He roared as he charged at her, swinging his fists left and right, center and high, kicking out with zapping feet at her legs. Every blow went wide, and her laughter filled his ears as she ran circles around him.

Every now and then, one of the glowing hands would reach down, and every time, he pointed at it, zapping it with his electricity. Yet, they seemed to pull something away every time they disappeared, almost like they were feeding on his power. The woman never let him think about it for long, always leaning back in with another taunt, another attack as her bare feet kept kicking out at him.

Bare feet.

He shuddered as he felt another unwelcome stir between his legs, shaking his head a few times as he pushed it back, or at least tried to. It didn't help that she seemed intent on flashing her feet every chance she got, showing off those bare, red, slick soles to him. They didn't pick up the filth of the ground, but only seemed to exude a powerful scent that stuck to his nose from the one kick she landed. Every breath carried her musk to his nose, and he had to fight hard to even keep moving.

Ten attacks, ten hands destroyed, but his electricity was fading. Abyss realized, too late, that the hands were absorbing it, pulling it away rather than simply being destroyed. They sucked up his energy and disappeared, leaving him with less and less to keep up the fight. He had to end it. Now.

He charged the woman, one last crackle of electricity in his fist coming down towards her face. She smiled at him...and then grabbed him in mid-motion. Her hand glowed, the electricity went away, and she flipped him right over her head, sending him crashing down against the concrete harder than anyone had ever hit him before. Abyss cried out in pain, the ground cracking beneath him from the impact.

Gasping for breath, he looked up at her like she was some monster, some alien construct rather than a woman. She finally flipped down her hood, revealing a fox face, a woman that he had seen before, or believed he had.

"You fight as bad as you look, squirt, but her highness thinks that you're worth something. Heh. Besides your lust, that is."

"Ugh...get off me, wench! I will not be treated this way. If you think that Abyss will take this -"

"Bla, bla, bla."

She kicked him, knocking him over to the alley wall with the simple gesture. He grunted as he slumped down against it, shaking his head a few times to try and clear it from the ringing going on. She was so strong, so impossibly strong, and everything she did sucked away more of his power. He needed to destroy her, but how could he get past her magics?

He barely pulled himself to his feet before she was looking at him again. She'd pulled something together, almost like a miniature throne for herself, and was sprawled back with one arm over the back of the throne and the other laying over the side. The fox looked at him with a smirk on her face.

"So, foreign one. You think you got it figured out yet?"

"I don't need to 'figure it out.' Once I finish you, then your leader will come to see me herself. I will break her."

"Hon, you couldn't even make me break a sweat."

She snapped her fingers, and the glowing red hands reappeared. They swarmed him before he could move, shoving him down to his knees. Despite his best struggles, they held him tight, pulling his arms behind his back, and then pinning him in place. He pulled and squirmed, seeing if there was any way that he could get himself free, but there was no weak point, no place where the hands were holding him less than completely firmly. The fox chuckled again.

"Look at that. You are pathetic."

"And you are a lewd, worthless woman that thinks she has the upper hand."

"Really? Fine."

The hands disappeared, and he almost fell over. The fox stood up, taking a step away from her throne.

"I'll give you one free shot. Go on. Try it. It won't matter."

Abyss was determined to make it count. He didn't have any power left, but he could still hit hard. He didn't pull himself up, but instead dashed forward, kicking off of the ground into a flying punch right for her face. He screamed, throwing all his fury into the blow. His knuckles collided with her cheek...

And did nothing.

He fell back to the ground, the vixen rubbing her face lightly, shaking her head.

"Heh, is that your best shot?"

"Impossible..."

"Heh, not for me, squirt."

She was a blur after that, a punch and then a kick throwing him to the ground. Infernal magic took away his clothes, leaving him bare and exposed to her, and she chuckled as she looked down at him.

"Well, now, already getting horny for us. That's a good sign."

"Damn you!"

"Oh, we are quite thoroughly damned, I can tell you."

As her magic hands pulled him back up, leaving him kneeling before her with his cock on display, she sat back down on her throne. The red vixen smiled down at him, sprawling out like nothing mattered to her, like she didn't have anything in the world to worry about. He wanted to punch her again. It didn't matter if it would have no effect, he just wanted to punch her again.

One of the hands went behind his head, rubbing at it before shoving it to look down. His eyes went from her face to her feet, and stayed there. This time, no matter how hard Abyss tried to look away, the hand kept his head in place, and his eyes wouldn't obey his commands as he tried to look this way, that way, any way but at her soles.

They shifted, moving back and forth as the fox bobbed them around, swaying them in front of him like they were some sort of magical talisman. His cock bobbed and bounced as it rose up in response, almost like she was conducting it, and he raged on the inside.

I am not...this is impossible! How could this happen to me! I am Abyss! The destroyer! The conqueror!

Yet, here he was, on his knees, unable to do anything to actually stop her from making him hard in this impossible way. All he could do was stare...and smell.

"Heh, you like it, boy?"

"Nnngh..."

It was so hard to even think with the smell coming down his nose, filling him with the strange essence of her feet. There was sweat, and musk, and so much more, and it ran through his head with the force of his power. Yet, rather than filling him with assurances of his strength, this musk made him feel weak. No conqueror could stand before this...he was...he was...

The sudden grip of the hands around him woke him up, and he realized that he'd been leaning forward, wanting to lick and nuzzle at her feet. Abyss blushed, his cheeks burning hot as he understood how far, how fast he was falling.

"Witch!"

"Heh, close, boy. Close."

She lifted one foot, brushing her damp toes against his cheek. The scent lingered, and his cock finally reached full erection, standing up tall and proud between his legs. Everything ached down there, so hard and so aroused, and he even felt himself dribbling from just looking at her, smelling her.

How does she have such power over me?! This is not just impossible, but unacceptable!

He strained to use his power to escape, but it would not come. It had been drained too far by her hands, leaving him with nothing. All he could do was kneel. All he could do was stare.

"Look at you. Abyss the Destroyer, hmm? Hardly any destruction happening her. Looks like you're more of a foot lover than anything else."

"Your magic has made me like this! I crave none of this!"

"No?"

One hand grabbed him by the throat, the magical fingers squeezing until he had no breath for speech, only barely enough for him to stay conscious. Yet, as it squeezed him, his cock throbbed all the harder, his shaft twitching upwards and dripping down over his sack.

No...no! I am not...I'm not...

The foot pressed against his face, grinding the smooth sole along his nose and his lips. Every breath brought the heady scent into his head, impossible to ignore, and no longer possible to fight. Abyss groaned, his mind fading back, his anger slipping away, leaving only humiliation and arousal. And arousal was winning.

His hips twitched as she pinched his nose with her toes, forcing him to sniff at her scent. Every breath was salty and wet, and his mouth opened of its own accord to stick out his tongue. He licked once without meaning to, but the taste brought his tongue back again, and again, each time dragging over the fox's sole without regards to anything else. She laughed over him, and his cock throbbed all the harder, dripping, almost spurting his pre over the ground.

He lost himself in her foot, shivering as she dragged it back and forth across his face. His mind was fading, drifting off into her musk, and he felt himself dropping into lust. His hands were pulled tighter behind his back as he tried to reach out for her, and the hand at his neck squeezed harder, pressing him down. He was -

"NNGH!"

A sudden shock ran through him, bringing him back to reality. Abyss gasped, panting as he pulled his head back and looked down his arms. The green sparks and lines were running in jagged edges down his body, covering him from his shoulders to his wrists, and starting to make headway into his torso. He stared, his mouth agape for a moment before he looked back up at the fox with a snarl.

"What foul magic have you used now?! What am I becoming?!"

"What we want you to be. Mmmm, do you know how delicious you are right now, boy? I can feel all that lust you have, all that power of yours leaking out into me. It's like a meal, you know...except it makes me even stronger."

She chuckled.

"Though it's a pity that it snapped you out of that trance. I was hoping for a little more from you. Abyss the Foot Lover. Abyss the Foot Licker."

"I am not a lowly foot lover! I -"

"No?"

She held up her feet, and he saw the proof there. His spit lingered on both her soles, running from her heels to her toes and back again. Lines of it lingered between them, as well, and her toes dripped with his saliva. How long had he been licking them? How far had he fallen to do that much?

And how dare she make it happen.

He opened his mouth to shout more, but she plugged him up with her right foot, keeping him from speaking and pinning his tongue down with musky toes. Almost instantly, his mind started fading again, but he held on through sheer force of will. He panted, still, and his cock dribbled all over the alley floor, but he managed to keep himself sane this time.

The vixen smiled, crossing her arms.

"Now, listen to me, my little foot-stool. You're not getting out of this. You can't save yourself. Her highness will take you, and she will use you for her desires. There is no way out of this. You've already made us stronger. If you couldn't defeat us at the start, what makes you think you can win now?"

If he'd had his mouth free, he would have made some retort. If his mind wasn't blinded by her infernal magics, he would have had something to think. But as it stood, all he could feel was anger. Arousal, anger, and humiliation, in roughly that order. He stared past her foot, fighting the urge to worship her and wishing he could bring himself to bite the toes of her foot. At least that would be some small revenge, even if she couldn't actually feel it.

She pulled her feet back, and for a brief moment, her red soles hovered so near his cock he could feel the heat coming off the bottoms of them. He thrust forward before he could stop himself -

Only to have the red, glowing hands stop him from touching her. He was less than an inch away, could feel the way that her wiggling toes were wafting air down to his cock, and Abyss almost broke in that moment. He almost, almost broke down to begging for those soles on his cock, and only the sheer fear of that part of himself brought him back from the brink.

Panting hard at the implications of what might be happening to him, the hedgehog missed the fox getting up from her throne. He didn't see her step behind him, nor did he notice the throne itself disappear into nothingness once more.

What he did notice was her foot grinding along the back of his neck, her toe drawing little lines along his calves.

"You're already broken, Abyss. It's only a matter of time until you admit it, and surrender to us."

"Never."

"Hehehe...I was just making the offer, squirt. I never thought you would take it, but I was told to make it."

"By who?"

"Heh, the one that will be your Mistress."

"Never."

"You'll see. You all break, in time..."

The vixen laughed, the hands finally disappearing from around him. Abyss whipped around, hoping to get a parting shot, but she was already gone, her body disappearing into a cluster of bats and then flying away. He stared after her, his balled fists slowly opening again and falling back to his side, and then he shook his head.

I will find you, and I will kill you...I swear...

Shaking his head, the hedgehog walked over to the store again. He ran his hand down along the side of the wall, feeling for one of the power lines that were buried along the side. It didn't take long to find the signature hum, and he reached in, yanking it out and pulling the electricity from the grid. The shut-off building didn't need it, and if he was going to put a proper fight to these...creatures...he needed everything he could get.

And maybe, if he shocked himself enough, he wouldn't think about the throbbing, twitching, desperate cock between his legs.

Magic. It never does anyone any good.

End of Part 1