Tales of Zonk: And the Phantom Itch

When Zonk is cornered by the four Poe Sisters in the Forrest temple, all hell breaks loose. Now at the mercy of their haunting attentions, the elf Hero must survive the night and find his close friend, Sara.

Will he make it? Or will the chose one be turned into nothing more than a tickle toy?  

Find out.

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After pulling the sacred sword from its resting place the Hero of Legend, Zonk was shown the path ahead. Through his divine courage he must bring together the sages and defeat the great evil that’s come over this land.

First stop, the Forest Temple. The first sage on his list was surprisingly his old friend from the village, Sara. Surely it’ll be easy enough to reunite with her after all these years.

Climbing aboard his steed, the mute adventurer ventured off. It didn’t matter what came next, only that his courage stayed true.

But it’s a very weak link that separates a brave man and a fool. And there’s nothing a fool does better than amuse they’re onlookers with their misery.

—-

The thick wooden door swings open, allowing gusts of rain and leaves to blow into the ancient Temple. A shivering Hero stumbles his way into the sacred premises, hoping to the goddesses above that this place had some fucking heat.

Zonk’s steed and fairy follow him inside, just as blissfully unaware as he was that they were being watched.

Cackling In the paintings from on high, the four ghost sisters look down at their new guest with great interest.

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“Oh wow!~” The green spirit tittered in girlish delight, phasing through a painting that read ‘Amy.’

“Did you girls see the legs on that cutie?! Those thighs hehe! They’re as big as my head!~” They continue to snicker, feeling her cheeks blush from just how attractive their new friend was.

“I most certainly did, my dear sister.” The voluptuous purple ghost answered, gracefully floating from a painting that read, ‘Meg.’

“Quite a nice form on this one. Do be mindful not to break him too soon, girls.” The shapely Meg reminds her sisters, uninterested in following her own advice.

“Looks weak.” The blue ghoul groaned in pent up boredom. She study’s Zonks movements through her cold, half-open eyes, seemingly unimpressed. The name on her painting reading ‘Beth.’

“You’re not the boss of me, sister! The spiteful red spirit spat. “I’ll torment the man however I see fit. Until his screams create a symphony our dark lord can listen to every night.”

Unlike the others, this one only seemed interested in their trespasser’s suffering. She grips the edges of her frame, the painting reading only the name, ‘Joelle.’

The four of them followed Zonk through the halls of the house, waiting for their time to strike. Until then, they would study their pray. Shamelessly devouring his lean yet muscular stature.

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After searching for many rooms, Zonk was able to find a fire place. Waisting no time, he struck the flint he kept on hand, sparking the wood already laying there. Within minutes, a fire was roaring and gracing the three of them in its heat.

Sadly, the effects weren’t working fast enough for MiMi, Zonk’s fairy guide.

“Achoo!” MiMi sneezes, sniffing back the feeling of another. “This is taking too long!” She annoyingly squeals, kicking Zonk’s thigh.

The tired elf only rolls his eyes. If she just gave it some time, the fire would do its job for them. Then they coohohohooohohooo-

The Hero’s thoughts quickly trailed off as he felt a very intimate crevasse of his body being invaded by an uninvited guest. In an impatient act to get warm, MiMi flew her way up his tunic and nestled herself between his thigh and taint.

“AAAAH! AAHH!” Zonk shot up immediately, his thighs quivering by the feel of his new visitor. Her tiny fingers gripping on to the normally hidden flesh in an attempt to hold on.

“Come on Zonk! Don’t be such a baby! I’m cold and it’s sooooooooo comfy in here!~” she wiggled her tiny shapely body in an attempt to get warmer, only making her friend’s predicament worse.

“Ahahaha-AAAAAHAHAHAHA!” Zonk squeals. The more she moved the more it tickled. Worse still the more she moved, the more he could feel a different type of heat building inside him. Having a girl so close to his most private parts, even one so small, was enough for the poor elf to feel particularly hot.

“Oh wow, It’s really warm over by here!~ Hey, Did it just get bigger!?” MiMi’s shrill voice echoed from the Hero’s tunic. Her slender fingers reeking sensual havoc on any skin they came in contact with. His nerves basically quivering at every touch.

“AHAH! AHAAHA! AHAH!” Zonk continues to laugh, until finally he could no longer maintain his balance. He fell over, flipping up his undergarments in the process and exposing MiMi and his privates.

“It *IS* getting bigger! You’re a pervert!!~” MiMi chastised, wrapping her legs and arms around his hardness, feeling the heat it radiates.

—-

Meanwhile in the shadows, the Poe Sisters watched on in awe. Learning much more than they ever could have expected, they were chomping at the bitt to reveal themselves.

“What a pathetic display! He should be ashamed of himself.” Joelle scowls from her corner, disgusted with Zonk’s weak display as a leader.

Amy meanwhile had hearts in her eyes, too stunned to speak. She was Infatuated with the Hero’s body and the way he laughed at the stimulation.

“Little fool.” Beth stated matter-of-factly. Now watching in more interested as the elf boy squirmed from his small friend’s teasing.

“It would appear so…~” Meg said breathlessly, rather enjoying the show playing out in front of them. “I think we’re almost ready to take our lead, ladies. Just a little longer.~”

The mischievous haunts laughed on, giddy to make their appearance, but waited for Meg’s command. Until then they watched on as the helpless elf cackled and yelped at the small fairy’s bullying.

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“AHAHAHAAH! AAAA-aah! *pant* AHAHA!! U-URGHAA!~” Zonk’s face burned red as he felt caught between heaven and hell. MiMi’s senseless moving only makes it worse as his aching cock pulses. He felt the urge building inside him, but the tickling kept him at a slow burn.

“Ha! Wha? Are you trying to shake me off? Fat chance Mr, Coochie coochi coo!~” MiMi taunts whiles scaling the elf’s large cock like a tower, getting ever closer to that sensitive head.

“I’m still really cold! So I’m going to nuzzle and cuddle this nice, warm dick of yours until i’m better. M‘kay?~” The fairy winked.

Ever now and then, she’d press her bare feet into his thighs to find footing. Her toes wiggling and tickling at his flesh.

“HAHAHAHAH! AAHAHAAH!” Zonk couldn’t find the words that would make this little trouble make her stop her games. She knew what she was doing to him! He’d open his mouth to beg, only to burst out into more fits of moaning laughter.

“But if you’re gonna be a baby about it I’ll just have to tickle you to death!” The fairy teased, closing in on her pulsating target, Zonk’s tip. “Guess you weren’t the hero after all if you can’t take a little tickling. Lucky no ones here to see this!” She wiggled her fingers as she got closer.

Zonk could only frantically shake his head, his eyes pleading at the tiny woman. The elf knew that if her game went on for much longer, he would absolutely lose it. He felt his balls churning with every thrust of the fairy’s body, he couldn’t take much more!!

“Uh-oh! I know that look! You really are a big pervert!!” MiMi squealed, ready to plunge her fingers down to his mushroom head and ending this.

Before then, her and Zonk’s steed seemingly vanished into thin air. Before the Hero knew it, the fire was out and in its place a cornucopia of candles were melted along the room.

A perpetual laughter started off low, yet increased in volume until it was reverberating off the walls. The Hero prepares himself for battle, only to discover his weapons were gone, along with the rest of his cloths.

“Sorry hero, the only weapon you seem to have is between your legs.” Meg mused, phasing into room along with her three other chuckling sisters.

“And what a weapon it is! Hehehe!” Amy added. Shamelessly devouring the site of a naked man in front of her. Nothing to cover himself from their gaze.

“He’s pathetic! Brought to tears by a mere fairy. The lowest kind of warrior.” Joelle growled. Her aura sending a shiver down Zonk’s spine.

“Weak man.” Beth chimed in, phasing in behind the naked elf.

Zonk, now surrounded by the evil sisters was at a loss on what to do. They continued to circle him like sharks, until the purple ghost asked the most ominous of questions.

“So young man. Did we hear right that you were ticklish?”

“So cute!!! Hehe!”

“Ticklish fool.”

“I’m going to make you squeal!”

Zonk tries to swat them away, but none of it worked. All of them would vanish before his hands connected. He tries to cover up, but his hands are forced away by some form of magic. What do these ghosts want?

“We should be fair, girls. We should give our handsome guest a chance to earn his freedom. What say you boy? Fancy a game with three gorgeous ladies?” Meg tempted, her glowing yellow eyes filled with mischievous thoughts.

“To hell with your games, sister! Let’s just break this worm and present his suffering to our lord!” Joelle explodes, the distain in her voice alluding to a temper ready to bubble over at any moment.

“Don’t be mean, Joelle! You just want to torment him to impress the dark lord!!” Amy teased, wanting to play *all* of the games with their new friend.

“SHUT UP!” The red caster snarls. Her cheeks glowing the same color as the flame on her torch.

“…Cock hungry.” Beth added cooly, ignoring the death glare from her angry sister.

“Three against one my Joelle. Like him, you’ll have to endure our games. Now let us begin.” The purple spirit’s voice echoed as the room around them began to change.

In an instant the room, a second ago so bright and chaotic, now dark and dead silent. In front of him stood three identical doors, and a distant voice crying out to him.

He listened closely, closing his eyes to focus as best he could.

“Zonk! Zonk! I’m here! Come find me! I’m here!!” The mystery voice beckoned. It was her, he was sure of it! Sara!

Zonk got closer to the door on the far left. Closer to Sara’s voice. He opened the door cautiously, only to be dragged inside by a strange force.

“Wrong choice, cutie!” Sara’s mimicked voice sang. Echoing around a now empty room.

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“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAAH! HAHAHAHA! AHAHAH!!”

Zonk tries to gain control over his laughter, but fails miserably every time. No matter what kind of mental block he tries to set up, they’re broken instantly by the unbearable tickling.

“These thighs of yours are as soft as they are big!” Amy marvels, using her magic to run several green hands along the poor hero’s supple legs. Though Zonk couldn’t see them, he could still feel their smooth palms petting around his soft flesh.

He’s held in place by the sister’s powerful magic. Above his head is a green flame, no doubt signifying who’s control he was under. His arms folded behind his head as his legs laid splayed out in the air, defenseless to Amy’s flirtatious tickling.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” The poor elf cried. His laughter becoming more breathless the closer the sensations got to his privates, but cruelly, they never slid far enough.

Instead Amy just levitates herself below Zonk, his full balls swaying before her piercing yellow eyes.

“Wow! Didn’t your fairy friend say you were ticklish right here?~” The green ghost asked, awestruck by the site in front of her.

“HAHAH! HAHAHAA UEHAHAH!!” Zonk flails, trying his hardest to get away. Sadly the magic hands hold him tight. Keeping his body taught for the mischievous ghost girl’s games.

“It’s true! I heard and saw it for myself!” Amy chipperly shot back, hands getting closer to his testicals. As they finally made contact, the hero’s eyes went wide. Slamming them shut as soon as they started to move.

The feeling was overwhelming as dainty fingers caress his most private of areas. Her fingers skitter curiously around his swollen orbs as his body trembled above it. Meanwhile his cock shamelessly grows erect, pulsing desperately as it’s once again begging for attention.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AHAHA! URGGHH!! AHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

The elf’s faces contorts into a forced grin as uncontrollable laughter fills the empty room. His eyes float upward as Amy focuses her touches right at the bottom of his sack. Bombarding his sensitive nuts with a flurry of fluttering sensations.

“Foolish boy…” Beth coos in his ear as she appears behind the poor lad.

Zonk panics. He tries his best to split his attention between the two sisters, but Amy won’t stop her incessant tickling of his nuts. He can feel the blue ghost’s curvy body pressing against his back, but all he can do is stutter and yip while her sister keeps playing with him.

“Can’t escape.” Beth remarks dryly, enjoying the sight of the hero’s suffering even if she’d never admit it.

“She’s right! I can just tickle tease these balls of yours forever! Coochie Coochie coo! Who’s a good boy, huh? Tickle tickle tickle tickle!~” Amy teases, wiggling her fingers where his testicals met his inner thighs. Achingly close to Zonk’s cock, but still not making contact.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHURGH! AAAH! AAAAHHHH!!! AHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAH!!!!”

Zonk’s laughter went up another notch when he felt a new phantom touch molesting his nipples. Careless fingers circling around his hardening nubs as a gentle pinch brings him to attention. The speed of the fingers changes constantly so he can never guess what’s next

“Nice chest.” Beth remarks knowingly, teasing him again with her magic. A blue flame now appearing above Zonk’s along with the green.

“Yay Beth! You hardly ever want to play!!!” Amy beams excitedly. She claps to herself before resuming her torturous ways. Playing itsy-bitsy-spider up his swelling privates only to rain tickling fingers back down his poor balls.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! *Pant* URGH! U-URGH!! URGHA! HAHA-AAAH! AHAHAHAHA!”

Zonk felt like he was going crazy between all the sensations radiating around his body. Amy’s phantom hands tickling his thighs while the ghoul herself played with his nut-sack. At the same time Beth uses her magic to have her way with his nipples. At this point the poor boy’s cock was as stiff as steel, a fact not lost to the two undead siblings.

“Don’t cum.” Beth demanded. Knowing too well the pathetic elf wanted nothing more then to empty his pent up load for them. But Beth had no intention of her fun being spoiled.

“AWWW!” Amy pouted disappointedly, now using her new play things to take out her frustration. If Beth wasn’t going to let her do what she wanted then she would vent her frustration on these ticklish testicals.

“No touching.” Beth instructs again, snuggling her head into Zonks shoulder as she listened to his desperate laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHHAHAHA!!”

—-

In continues like that for sometime. Never stopping or slowing down. Both sisters bask in the glow of the teasing torment they were inflicting on the poor elf. Amy breathlessly admiring the towery stature of Zonk’s penis while Beth herself only enjoyed the breathless way he would try to beg them for release. A lot of grunting and moaning, but the elf was never able to make out a full sentence.

Instead he stays leaking at the very edge of climax. Beth endlessly reminding him not to cum as she watches his suffering with half open eyes. He was truly as site to behold for the both of them.

Making it all the more heart breaking as they were interrupted by the door swinging open. Their stood MiMi atop Zonk’s fiery steed, ready to fight.

“You bitches give back my toy-I mean, Zonk!!” The angry fairy challenges as menacing as her girly voice would allow.

Zonk is dropped to the floor as the two ghost sisters look at each other, then back to their new opponents.

“Bring it.” Beth snarls, Amy by her side as they flung themselves at their changers.

Meanwhile Zonk just laid there, breathless and erect while the four ladies fought over him. Unbeknownst to them though. Their prize was being pulled away, sucked into the door on the other side of the room.

“Now you’re all mine.”

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Zonk slowly awakes in a room covered in darkness, except one red flame. All he can hear is the sound of faint giggling of a girl and the light flickering of the lit candle at the center of the room.

Carefully, the exhausted hero crawls his way to the wick, hoping to use it to find a way out of this nightmare. Only for him to stand up and be brought face to face with Joelle.

“Prepare to suffer, worm.” She snarls, blowing out the candle and plunging Zonk into total darkness once again.

“AAAAAAAAAH!!!” He screams feeling himself being instantly grabbed by all sorts of strange forces.

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“Remarkable work, Joelle.” The booming voice praised from the dark portal in the shadows. “It looks as though you put this ‘Hero’ in his place.” The menacing voice laughs, endlessly amused by the spectacle playing out in front of them.

“Yes my lord, be sure that I as your faithful servant won’t stop until this weakling is taught a valuable lesson. All for you.~” The normally fiery Joelle answered her leader with an obedience hardly seen by her. Her sister seemingly not kidding that she was only interested in the dark lord, and them alone.

“MMMFFF! MMFFFFNFMFMMF! MMFMFFMFM! MFFFFFF!”

Zonk struggles naked in clear view of is enemies, stretched taught by the evil girl’s magic. His mouth sealed by what feels like not one, but three hands over his mouth. His bellowing laughter forced behind the damn that were his lips. A red flame burning at the top of his head this time.

Zonk’s body felt covered in spiteful wiggling fingers. His pits, ribs, stomach, thighs, and feet were all mercilessly tickled as Joelle continues to speak to the only person who mattered to her. All while Zonk was left ignored and flailing.

“Curious, how such a childish act like tickling could disarm such a renowned threat..” The Dark Lord marvels, gaining his own entertainment from the ridiculous scene of his elf enemy suffering.

“He’s weak my lord. Only a fool fit for an eternity in your dungeon.” Joelle sneered. “I can see to it that his days and nights locked away can be spent just like this.” She continued, almost sounding excited by the prospect.

“MFMFMFMFMFM! MFFFFFF!! MMMMFFFFFFFFMFMF! MMFMF-MMMMMM! MMFPH!” Zonk tried to fight back. To challenge them both. But his higher brain function is no match against the cruel tickling of his entire body. His soles are raked, his sides goosed. Even his neck was teased with an annoying skitter of nails. All while his body hovers helpless and exposed in the air. His cock still stiff from his other torment from earlier.

“By the looks of the miserable wretch, he might just enjoy that.” The enemy in blacked chuckled maliciously at the poor boy’s state.

“And what’s wrong with a little pleasure, my lord?~” Meg’s voice echos through the room before she appears beside her submissive sister.

“Stay out of this!” Joelle barks, uninterested in sharing her master’s attention.

“I know it’s an unorthodox method of suffering for you my lord, but-“ The sultry purple ghost snaps her fingers, changing the flame atop Zonk’s head from red to purple. At the same time changing the noise of the room from the muffled screams of laughter, it was now the breathless mulling of a man about to cum.

Within seconds the hands ganging up on his body where replaced by suckling lips and soft tongues. What was once the cruel tickling at his sides was now replaced by the soft kissing of his nipples. The grabbing of his thighs now a feathery sensation running along the very top of his cock. He felt his toes being sucked, his neck being nibbled. Zonk was completely beside himself in an endlessly engulfing pleasure.

“This is ridiculous..” Joelle huffs, unamused by Meg’s meddling.

“Patience dear sister.~” The purple apparition soothe while watching her work in delight.

With now four sets of eyes on him, Zonk groaned in blissful humiliation as the phantom touches kept him in his place. However it soon became clear what the game was. Though he was surrounded in such mind-melting pleasure, none of it was enough to push the poor elf over. The edge. Instead his orgasm felt like a treasure just out of reach. Maliciously ripped from him in the most important moment.

For the third time in one night, Zonk was helplessly on the edge an orgasm he just couldn’t achieve.

“AAAH! A-aAAH!” Zonk gasps, the sensations getting weaker as his breathing increased.

“There you go little hero, don’t fight it.” Meg cooed before turning her attention back to her master. “As you see my lord, there’s more than one way to inflict suffering on a weakling. If it would entertain you sir, I could always make this the torment the little trouble maker received every night. I’m sure you’d enjoy watching this wretch suffer while me or my sister pleasure you.~”

“Very nicely demonstrated Meg.” The dark lord applauded, unable to hold back his laughter while poor Zonk was made to look the fool. “You weren’t lying about your method being ‘unorthodox’, but I can’t deny the results. Quite amusing indeed Meg.”

“Thank you my lord…~” Meg said sultry back at her master. Joelle meanwhile felt ready to explode.

“Pfff, Laughable as always, sister. Your libido makes you soft. Your powers can only tempt slowly, as where I-“ The red ghost snapped her finger, turning the light atop Zonks head back from purple to red.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Have no need for such childish games.” Joelle finished, basking in the impressed look the Dark Lord gave her. The more she felt, the more vicious her tactics grew.

Zonk felt as if his body was on fire. The teasing tongues and soft lips had switched back to the downright tickling assault it was before. His feet, now use to being pampered where now attacked by all manner of fingers and feathers. He was wracked in ticklish agony, something the dark lord couldn’t help but be amused by.

“Well done, Joelle.” They’re master marveled. “Anything to retort Meg?” He asked smugly, knowingly pitting these two sadistic women against each other for his own amusement and this “Hero’s” suffering.

Meg only clicked her tongue, her seductive aura never fading. “Interesting point, sister. But you expel so much power in the heat of your own rage, as where you only need one body part if you wish to break a man.”

A purple flame then appears alongside the red one atop Zonks head, and in seconds he felt all the mouths return, but only in one particular place. While the rest of his body was tickled and tormented by Joelle’s magic, Meg’s only effected the poor elf’s aching penis.

As the tickling hands keep up their horrible torment, his cock was licked and sucked in every manner imaginable. It wasn’t just one mouth or two, it’s several. All working together just like Joelle’s spell to put him through maximum suffering. Zonk yelped, he laughed, he gasped, he grunted, but all fell on def ears. The second he felt the cum boiling in his massive balls, Meg would back her magic off. Leaving him with nothing but the cruel tickle.

“You women are truly extraordinary in your work. I think it’s clear that your best work is together” The Dark Lord continued to applaud.

“Thank you master!~” The two docile ghosts coo, bowing to his compliment.

“See to it that he stays that way until my forces arrive. I leave the new slave in your capable magic ladies. Don’t disappoint me.” The booming voice demands, the portal window vanishing into smoke. Before Zonks knew it, he was left alone with these crazy monsters.

Making matters worse was the returning sisters Amy and Beth had appeared behind his quivering form.

“You lose.” Beth sighed. Snuggling herself into his body once more, the blue flame now joint the others along with the green.

“Awwww! You girls started the fun without me!!!” Amy whines. Ready for round two with her new little play toy.

“AAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAUAUAHAHAH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA URAHAHAHAHAHAH! AHahahah-AHAHAAHA! AKAHAHA!!!”

The laughter from Zonk’s mouth flowed like a waterfall. There wasn’t any hand that was strong enough to hold it back now. The room echoed with his desperate guffaws as he could feel the ghosts girls magic infecting him all at once now.

Meg at his cock.

Beth at his nipples.

Amy at his thighs and balls.

And Joelle tormenting the the rest of him.

The phantom hands surrounded him, waiting for their turn to break the poor elf with just their fingers. Meanwhile his purple cock dribbled pre-cum, practically begging the the release none of them were interested in granting.

“Tickle tickle.”

“I told you I’d make you scream!”

“You’re going to be our toy forever cutie.”

“Before you’re locked away in the dungeon. Forever!”

“So sad.”

It was all too much for him. The room started to spin as Zonk’s sight began to blur. Pushing him too far, the elf started to pass out.

—-

Zonk didn’t awake until later, when the smoke of the campfire caused his nose to twitch. In a cold sweat the elf boy woke up, his cloths still on and the forrest ground beneath him.

“Your finally awake!!” The girlish voice cheered. “I never thought I’d see you again, Zonk.”

Shaking off the confusion, Zonk took in his surroundings and saw Mimi sleeping atop his horse. The cruel cold of the forest temple now replaced with the gentle warmth of the sun. And the sweet voice greeting him was….

“Are you shocked to see me Zonk?” Sara mused. “You most certainly look happy about our reunion…. *ahem*…” She blushed, noticing her old friend’s obvious morning wood jutting out from his tunic.

Zonk tries his best too cover up, but mostly he was so happy to be done with that crazy dream. He hugs his close friend tight, happy to have founder her. He was so happy in-fact, that he wanted to get a head start on hunting breakfast for her and the rest of his friends. With a relieved smile, he waves at her before he leaves.

“Don’t worry Zonk,” Sara smiled warmly. “I’ll be right here when you get back!” She watched him head off into the forrest, blissfully unaware of the danger he was actually in.

“Don’t worry Zonk.” Sara’s eyes blink into a pure un-natural yellow.

“We’ll be right here when you come back” the green flame flickers above her head.

“And when you do.” A red flame joins. Dancing with the green and blue.

“We’ll deliver you to the dark lord. Personally.” The purple flame flickers in last above Sara’s head. Before the four sisters laugh echos from Sara’s one mouth.

So began Zonk’s long streak of nightmares from then on out. Ensuring he’d wake up each morning horny and unfulfilled, until he’s unknowingly handed off to his nemesis.

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