Hell's Belles 4: Circle of Pride (Patreon)

short one but kept going as ideas just sort of… piled up.

I’ve had the idea for a “legion” as a swarm of demons for a while now. A podcast actually used it to name a sentient swarm of bugs because one of the characters who discovered it had a religious background and reminded me of the “we are legion” thing, and I liked running away with that idea. So it naturally became a shortstack imp who could turn herself into hundreds of herself with decreasing intelligence and power as she went. One-woman orgy!

I also learned that Hell’s Belles is a female ACDC cover band…

Dan felt as prepared as he was going to be. Ravash the sweaty muscle oni had pumped him up into getting a basic grasp on his natural demonic magics, which meant he should be ready to bind himself a legion as his own. Saying goodbye to Ravash and her home that reeked of sex and sweat, he opened up his pamflet to return to the circle of Pride.

The world shifted around him, much more drastically than most of his transitions. The warm and burning nightmare shifted to a more surreal one. A purple void filled most of the air and the only ground was a floating mess of staircases and bridges that never quite connected with one another. Humans in various states of life and decay fled along them, wailing and having no particular regard for gravity. Some fled off edges just to fall onto another platform. Some ran along the walls. Some crossed unseen bridges or cowered against edges where they were too afraid to make the jump, recoiling from their pursuers.

Scattered around the air like stars in the sky were imps. Tiny creatures, plump and mostly feminine in cartoonishly exaggerated ways. They weren’t as busty as the onis he’d seen around but they had round hips and full tits that had no logic being on girls that maxed out at three feet high.

They flew after each of the victims, never appearing to be shorthanded despite how many souls were around. Beating little wings made it easier for them to outmaneuver the dead mortals, pelting them with verbal and physical abuse. They seemed especially specific as one flew around a woman floating past atop a pillar.

“You thought you’d get away with it!” a bright blue imp cackled at her mockingly.

“You thought they wouldn’t find the body! How stupid can you be?! Now look at you! You couldn’t wait! You couldn’t plan! And you just haaaad to gloat to that kid on Xbox Live…”

One with chalky, marble gray skin covered in blue spots popped in front of Dan’s face. The maniacally grinning imp was naked besides a loincloth, which didn’t even fully cover her crotch or hips. She had no visible ears and a short, pointed nose, resting her clawed fists on her wide hips. Her pink hair was knotted and braided into fat twintails bouncing behind her and occasionally drumming against her wide bottom. Grapefruit-sized tits bounced around freely as she flitted about.

“Blah! I’m gonna haunt your ass!” she blurted, getting Dan to flinch.

She giggled and grabbed him by the shirt, catching him before he tumbled off the edge.

“Oh dang! Didn’t realize you were the visitor guy. You got ‘local’ and ‘new guy’ written all over ya.”

Another set of hands pushed at Dan’s back. He was boosted back upright as he looked behind him to see who had joined them. It was a photocopy identical version of the gray and black one that had surprised him in the first place. She flew past him to meet up with the one facing him and as soon as the two imps touched, the moving one popped in a tiny burst of light and there was only one left.

“Er… yea. I’m Dan. I was told I could come here to find a legion.”

“Oh yea? You’re lookin’ at one,” she said confidently.

“Name’s Rabble, and one of the better pesterers in the whole circle of pride!”

There was another pair of popping noises as two more Rabbles appeared on either side of her. They threw their hands out enthusiastically in her direction, chiming “Tadaaaa~!” in unison.

Dan had gotten the quick and easy explanation on legions from a few actual demons. They were floaty little things, stronger than they looked but nothing too impressive in that respect. Their real power was their ability to multiply. One could become a hundred, acting as their own little army of imps. Great for running errands and acting as interdimensional messengers.

“Name’s Dan. Glad to meet you, Rabble. All of you.”

“Thanks!” most of them chimed together.

“Welcome! I mean, thanks!” one of the doubles bubbled slightly slower.

The other Rabbles rolled their eyes at her.

“Is something… wrong?” Dan asked curiously.

He looked at the slightly off duplicate. She was fluttering in place, drifting slightly to one side. One of the others caught her by the head and straightened her up, just to trip over her own feet. How she did that while she was flying was a real question, but she still managed to flop her own tits into her clone’s face.

“Huh? Oh, nah. Nothin’. It’s just, you know. Only so much brain to go around,” the center Rabble explained.

“It’s fun havin’ lots of me around. Things get a little fuzzy and I get a little weaker, but it doesn’t matter much when you got a hundred of me pushin’ things around.”

“So I hear. Well, I came to see if you wanted to work for me. You’d be pretty useful, all things considered.”

One of the Rabbles snorted a laugh.

“For a human? Please. Even we’ve… I’ve got more dignity than that.”

Dan paused. He didn’t expect there to be an actual argument about it. Ravash had made it sound pretty easy.

“I could always bind you. Somebody told me that was an option?”

The multiple Rabbles slid back into each other, phasing into each other in a brief overlay before they simply returned to being a single imp. She did it without even thinking, though her expression seemed a bit more alert when she returned to just one of herself.

“Alright, lemme check…” she muttered, squinting at Dan on his floating chunk of Hell rock.

It was tough to tell what she was doing, but after a few seconds she shrugged and floated back a couple feet.

“Alright. I’m yours.”

“What?”

“I’m bound. That’s it. I can’t compete with that. So what’s the word?”

Apparently it was that easy. Legions were even easier than the others had made them out to be. Dan cleared his throat, trying to sound more confident in this than he really was.

“Well, I didn’t have anything urgent… but you could send a message to Ravash back in Sloth. Just tell her thanks for the tip and that I’m doing alright.”

Another clone of Rabble popped out of her side. It took a split second to recognize that it existed before it went fluttering off into the mysterious void that was all around them.

“Got it. On it. Tell Rav you’re good,” the departing second assured them.

“Great. That was about it, I guess. I just have you on call?” Dan ventured.

“If you think about me hard enough I’ll appear. Or at least one of my dupes, depending on how busy I am. I’m hooked up to your aura now, WHICH I might add smells particularly enticing today.”

Dan couldn’t quite wrap his head around that. He just nodded and took the compliment.

“Thanks. Glad you like it.”

“You know what? Come on. Our little deal calls for a celebration.”

Rabble waved a hand at Dan and the hunk of stone he was standing on floated away. She flew along with him, following him to where it connected to several more. It left him with plenty of elbow room as the imp floated to touch down in front of him.

“Since we’ll be teaming up, let’s celebrate! Why don’tcha meet the crew?”

There was a rapid series of popping sounds as countless Rabbles emerged from her original body. Some of them seemed to stand a little unsteadily or had slightly different eyes or hairstyles. Dan was happy to see that they all kept the same general shape, even as the primary demon blinked absentmindedly.

“Whoa… yea, alright. Forget when I was this spread out. What was I doin’ again?” she rambled under her breath.

“INFINITY ORGY!!!!” countless voices all cheered out at once.

They fell onto Dan like a tide of curvy little bodies. They cheered and squealed as he was quickly buried in tits and ass, considering it made up most of the stubby little devil’s body mass. Loincloths went flying as they stripped themselves as quickly as they could, and even that took some of them a moment to stumble out of. They still didn’t stop their advance, smacking hundreds of tits against him in a smattering of fleshy collisions.

A dozen hands went after his crotch. They tried unbuttoning them but between their clumsiness and colliding with herself in her haste. They ended up just rubbing their many little fingers over his bulge, trying to find the coordination to get a grip on his fly. More clambered over him as a giggling mess of a mass. More of the stubby imps peppered his face with sloppy kisses, drooling or licking him. Her glossy gray lips filled his vision as they huddled around him. Some nudged each other aside to get to him first while other Rabbles got distracted and started making out with each other, putting on a show behind her thirsty duplicates.

“Ooh~! That feels so good~!” one of the Rabbles cooed.

The strange part of it was she was floating behind the others, not even touching him as she drifted away like a loose balloon. A ripple of moans and sighs ran through the others, making Dan realize they were all feeling echoes of each other’s sensations. He gave an experimental squeeze at one of the butts resting on his arm and they all gave another eager squeak, if all off from each other by a second or two.

“Yea yea! More like that, boss!” one insisted as she nudged her way through her clones.

“I get dibs on his ummm… weiner thing,” another rambled ditzily.

She was clearly spreading herself thin through all these bodies, but they all seemed quite happy to share the experience. She even seemed to like the experience of being so airheaded by leaving each of her bodies with a few brain cells apiece. If anything, they seemed pretty infatuated with each other, or at least caught up in the moment enough to dig into each other.

“I GOT IT!” one of the lower imps proclaimed.

She pulled down Dan’s pants, the dozen demons finally putting their heads together enough to figure out how his pants worked. He didn’t have the usual drop in temperature because the lack of pants was replaced by many pudgy little bodies radiating body heat to compensate. A bunch of naked breasts and mouths descending on his lap felt like more than a fair trade as three little heads kissed around his balls. His dick twitched, bumping up against one of their plump tits. He barely had time to register their softness when another shoved her face in the way and caught the tip in her mouth. Her little head made room for the head as she wrapped her tongue around it, spiraling it with a hungry, mindless moan. Her drool ran down his shaft, just to get licked up by the other feasting imps.

“Like that, tall boy?” one of the demons purred.

As one of them locked lips with Dan, another Rabble leaned on her head from behind. She grinned at him and reached around the lead one, cupping and squeezing her tits right in front of him. She moaned a moment before the secondary sensation ran through her doubles. Another series of lusty noises leaked out of them in a slutty symphony around him. They gave another, sharper cry as Dan spotted another of the one-woman orgy bending one of herself over and eating out her own ass. It was tough to tell if she was doing it as a show for him or if she was too mentally spread out and settled for herself.

“That’s hot, girl. Where are you from?” one of them giggled drunkenly as she toyed with another’s pigtail.

“From you, I think?” the other muttered before she gave up on thinking entirely and shoved her tongue in her double’s mouth. Their tits strained to fit between the two as they tumbled down on top of Dan and the rest of their swarming army of horny clones like a living mattress.

Most of them competed over any part of the human’s body they could get to. Two of them had settled on sharing his right hand, stuffing a few fingers into their pussies and humping them like living finger puppets. For such short things, Rabble proved she could still get dripping wet with the right provocation. His flexing of two fingers to rub down either side of her clit got her (or a few of her) shuddering. Of course, the dozens of other sensory inputs she was experiencing in her other selves probably helped out plenty.

They primarily focused on his face and cock. One short-haired Rabble would be making out with him while she fingered herself, just for another to toss her aside and sit on his face. Her big gray booty bounced on his face, cheeks clapping against him before she was nudged aside by a thinner version. She wrapped her long/slightly less stubby legs around his head and ground her pussy on his face, purring shrilly. Her alternate selves squeaked and squealed as she beat her wings and flicked her tail with uncontrolled glee.

The ones around his lap had a similar jostling for position, which meant Dan was constantly feeling something new and exciting. The one sucking on his cockhead was quickly accompanied by a few more, kissing and sucking him off from any spare inch of flesh. It left them making out around his member and a steady stream of drool running down his erection.

The peak of his dick was clearly a point of particular contention. The one blowing on his tip was quickly pulled away by another, yanking her by the hair.

“Hey! The juicy part’s mine!” she complained, trying to shove past her duplicate.

“I agree! It’s ours! I mean mine!” the jostled imp snapped back.

They jumped on each other, losing sight of their real goal as they clumsily slapped and pulled at each other. They tumbled a few feet away on the platform, pounding on each other to seemingly no real effect. They ended up flopping over each other, humping pussy to pussy and ending up distracted by each other while a random Rabble slid in to take their place on Dan’s dick. She cupped the tip between her tits, bouncing them and kissing lightly at the top. Her tongue rolled out and rubbed around it, longer than it should be on a creature of her size but something that Dan had come to expect from the creatures he’d encountered so far.

The same sort of cycle happening on his face happened to his groin. The duplicate that was titfucking him had another of herself flop on top of her. She absorbed the first one and took her place, scooting up to sit on one of the lower suckers’ heads. She rubbed his cock off between her thighs, grinding it against her slit before she was shoulder-checked off. Rabble replaced Rabble as she squatted over him, planting a foot on another clone’s face as she dropped her ass down, twerking it up and down with her stubby legs to drive him up her asshole. She had just started moaning and edging close to an orgasm when another Rabble flew by and yanked her off. She flung the still shuddering clone aside just to drop from five feet in the air onto his dick, landing in a reverse cowgirl position. She moaned loudly and picked up right where the first left off, bouncing on his cock to take him deep inside her chubby little body. His pulsing dick throbbed as it noisily plowed up into her squishy wet pussy, filling her slit with ease and grinding her clit up into her belly.

The sexual frenzy of activity was too much for Dan to comprehend, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it to the fullest. Getting fucked by dozens of horny shortstacks at once left him more aroused than he was confused, thrusting up into the latest Rabble that had taken command of his cock. He licked, groped and writhed against any soft bit of flesh they had pressing down on him, encouraging them into even further brainless heat. When a thick burst of his cum blasted into one Rabble’s pussy, it set off a chain reaction. She shook violently, lifted into the air mounted on the tip of his dick. His seed filled her up and trickled down his shaft, the impaled imp held up as her countless twins pressed in closer to lap up his leaking cum. They only had a few seconds to do so before their eyes rolled and they broke into horny cries, moans or whatever lusty noise of choice they had at the ready as they shook and squirted their own reflected orgasms. They didn’t have much cum to give individually, but fifty or so shortstacks gushing over him quickly got Dan soaked in their musky juices. He was positively slimed by the time the imps collapsed all over her, moaning and twitching all around him.

With a rapid series of pops, they were recalled back into a single form. Even put back together, Rabble stumbled as she got back to her feet and adjusted her reclaimed clothes.

“Phew! Okay! Consider yourself paid up for the next century or so, considering you just gave me… like, fifty orgasms in a couple minutes there. But I’ll always take payment in advance,” she added with a wink.

“Good to know,” Dan said with a nod.

He wondered about testing it out. He tried to focus on the recovering shortstack as she floated back into the air. He was surprised to find he didn’t have to think that hard for her to look at him expectantly.

“Yea? What’s up?” she asked.

“I have a message for you to deliver. It’s for… Tromble, and Corra… oh, and Ravash.”

He rattled off every demoness he’d actually gotten the name of so far.

“Just let them know that I found myself a legion. And if they ever need another quickie, they can fuck one of you anytime they want.”

Rabble’s pointed little ears perked up at his words. Three of herself popped into existence hopping out of her back and saluted him.

“Thanks, boss! You got it!” they chimed and scattered off into Hell.

Rabble shook her head as she watched them go.

“I’m surprised those idiots can do anything at all,” she confided in him, not seeming to realize the irony of insulting herself in the moment.