The New Demon Lord: Imperview 2 (patron reward) (Patreon)

Another reward chapter to The New Demon Lord. Mendel the mage keeps tracking the history of the castle and its denizens, taking some time to learn about Arvita the mintotaur.

Mendel went about her work while the Demon Lord was away on business. She had plenty to study in the castle of one of the more ancient castles of the most powerful spellcasters, given all the tomes and artifacts that Finn had barely touched. There were even more interesting subjects for her to study that were alive and well wandering the castles, so she proceeded from there. She had already gotten most of what she could out of the lord’s familiars, so she went on to one of his older lovers.

Arvita was lazing about one of the lounges where that didn’t have any particular function besides a place to rest. The nearly 8 foot tall half-minotaur, half-giant had clearly dragged a medium-sized table out of the kitchen loaded with whatever she could pile onto it. The trail of occasionally abandoned fruit or crumbs made it obvious to the halfling scholar as she entered the room. The muscular and milky minotaur had joined their little harem as a large mercenary, but had only gotten bigger in every respect since being empowered by Finn’s… magic. She was a dark purple with very prominent horns and her breasts had swollen to be massive even for her considerable bulk. How much was the work of their fertile lord and how much was her stuffing her face like she was at the moment was unclear. She was deemed a champion of Finn’s, though with how powerful and polite he was, she rarely had to do much to protect him. She had spent most of her time gorging herself or finding new ways to tease and distract Mendel instead.

“Good morning, Arvita,” the shortstack scholar piped up.

“Would you mind if I asked you some questions?”

“Huh? Oh, sure. You’re not interruptin’ anything.”

That much was obvious as she tipped a bowl of pasta down her massive mouth. Mendel settled into one of the seats on the other side of the table. With all the wealth they had at their disposal, Arvita had easily convinced Finn to provide her with some furniture big enough to support her massive frame. She had leaned back over a lounge within arm’s reach of her portable feast, continuing to snack as the halfling went through her notes.

“Very well… for starters, how did you meet the master?”

“Oh him? He came to me beggin’ for help one day. He needed some real muscle to back him up for when shit got ugly with the monster tribes. He knew I was the biggest bitch around, so it was a no brainer.”

Mendel hummed quietly to herself as she made her notes. It was obviously going to be tricky to get the full truth out of the drunken, indulgent mercenary, so she made a little footnote on the matter.

“Alright… and I hear that you’re a half giant, half minotaur?”

“Yup! Mama was a badass titan warrior queen. Daddy was… very brave! HA! Not often a guy’s lucky enough to die fuckin’, but at least I came out of it!”

Arvita guffawed at her own joke. Mendel made another small note.

“I see. Now, titans and giants are different species, depending on their divine heritage. So which was it?”

The demitaur frowned and furrowed her brow. “Why? What’d I say? Cuz yea. Half-giant.”

“Liiiiiies.”

Mendel and Arvita both looked down at the snack table. Skeetch was standing beside it, just peeking over a turkey leg as she quietly snuck it into her mouth. The imp glanced briefly at each of them as she chewed on the bones.

“Excuse me?” Mendel asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Hm? Oh. The giant thing. She’s full of it,” Skeetch explained casually between bites.

Arvita glared at her and finally brought herself to sit upright, sending her tits and belly wobbling around within the confines of her armored bikini.

“Hey! What would you know, pipsqueak? You don’t know me.”

“Nah, but I know what lies smell like. I’m from Hell.”

Mendel stared at the imp before looking back at the warrior women. Arvita cleared her throat noisily.

“Yea. Well… half-giant’s just kind of a… blanket term, y’know? Like if a half-goblin and a half-goblin have a kid, it’s still a half-goblin, right? So yea, I got giant blood in the family, but it’s not fifty-fifty. It’s a few steps back”

Mendel let out a small and knowing “Ah” as she updated her notes. Considering how giants were supposed to move mountains and wield trees as clubs, Arvita didn’t look half the size of one of the legendary brutes. This made a lot more sense. She plucked up a piece of cheese and tossed it into Skeetch’s mouth like a treat. It was useful having the living lie detector stick around for her interview.

“So then who WERE you parents?” Mendel continued.

“Well, uh… nobody, really…” Arvita muttered.

When Mendel stared her down, she shrugged her broad shoulders in another wave of wobbling jiggles.

“I mean it. My family was nothin’ special. Just a workin’ couple who worked on a farm and did a bunch of blacksmithing for the other local minotaurs.”

“And I guess that wasn’t enough for you?” Mendel pried as she went on scribbling without looking down at her notes.

“I mean it was fine, I guess. They seemed to like it. I wasn’t ashamed or nothin’...”

Skeetch let out a low grumbling noise, followed by a gurgle of her stomach.

“I wasn’t embarrassed of THEM, I mean. I just wasn’t cut out for the family business. I was the biggest of us, so the tools were always iffy when I got to the precision part of smithing. I was bigger and stronger, but I felt like I was better off actin’ like the family mule luggin’ stuff around than doing smith work. I was better at swinging a sword around than I was at making one. I ended up feelin’ like it wasn’t my place taking up the forge, so I ran off and used my muscles for what they’re actually good at.”

“And that’s when the town hired you for protection,” Mendel noted, having lived in town long enough to remember that much.

“A few odd jobs before that, but yea.”

“So what happened to your family?”

Arvita gave a dismissive wave.

“I check in with travelers sometimes who came that way. Our town was out near the mountains where the church doesn’t go poking around, so they’re fine. Last I heard, my parents retired and my sister officially took over the smithy. Good for her.”

Arvita looked thoughtful as she took a large quaff of beer from her large mug. Mendel watched her closely for any further reaction, but there wasn’t much there besides mild nostalgia.

“And how do you feel about how things are now?”

“Oh, great!” Arvita said genuinely, her smile returning quite quickly.

“I’m livin’ with the biggest house and dick in the land. I got demon powers or some shit now and more magic food than I could eat. Can’t beat that.”

Mendel’s stomach gurgled at the mention. She eyed the spread of food, finding it hard to disagree. Her toes wiggled beneath her robes as she felt a fidget start. The big bovine woman gestured at the table.

“Like I said, there’s more than I can eat. If you wanna beast out and eat yourself stupid, that just makes two of us. I bet I can eat more than your puny ass anyway, dorkus,” she chuckled.

Mendel started to twitch more violently. Her bones and muscles cracked as she grew much bigger and sprouted her fur. Even as a werewolf, a halfling was still dwarfed by Arvita and her fraction of giant heritage. The wolfed out Mendel opened her drooling maw and Arvita interrupted her by fearlessly shoving a steak into her face.

“That’s the spirit, poindexter!” Arvita laughed as she joined her in their private feast.

The two bestial women stuffed themselves silly, making quick work of the table full of food. Mendel went slumping back into her chair, picking out bits of food stuck in her fur and popping the tastier-looking ones into her mouth. Her stomach had bloated to over twice its size, forming a small hill on the were-halfling’s midsection. Mendel let herself relax in her furry form before a dark, squat figure floated over the mass of fur and fat.

“Were you quite done with your research, scholar?” Ringu asked grimly.

The werewolf perked up, bolting upright as quickly as she could with her sagging gut weighing her down. She had figured out how to shed most of it when she shifted back to her halfling form. It still wobbled and threw off her footing as it sloshed around her waist.

Ringu didn’t seem as distracted by it.

“Good. You have a request from my master and your lord to direct your cataloging elsewhere within the castle.”

Mendel looked surprised. The lord taking an interest in her gathering her comrades’ biographies was news to her. It wasn’t often people she knew took an interest in her research. She let out a small belch as her stomach settled.

“Alright. What does he need my help with?”

Ringu gestured down the nearest hall and led the way. Mendel waddled and still kept up with the satyr-like relic.

“You’ll be debriefing Rem, the manor’s butler,” she spelled out as if she wouldn’t even know who he was.

“In particular, the master would like to know about the goings on during the time he was abducted.”

Mendel had heard something about that. The orc and goblin armies had plucked him up in the chaos of Finn’s early rule. She licked some lingering sauce from her claws before she focused inward, shrinking herself back down to size. Her halfling form still had a bit of a gut but it was something much more manageable. Ringu pointed the way towards his bedroom and she let herself in.

The drow femboy hastily stopped putting on his panties and ducked behind his bed.

“Oh devils! Knock first!” he yelped.