Battle Royale with Cheese! Turn 3.6 - Lucy and Erza (Hellish Hotel) (Patreon)

> ALL WORK AND NYO PLAY MAKES DOUJINSHI A DULL GIRL. ALL WORK AND NYO PLAY MAKES DOUJINSHI A DULL GIRL. ALL WORK AND NYO PLAY MAKES DOUJINSHI

The sound of clicking grew louder with each step as Lucy and Erza marched, hearts pounding, to the far end of the corridor.

“All work and nyo play makes Doujinshi a dull girl. All work and nyo play makes Doujinshi a dull girl. All work–” The closer they got, the louder the mad mantra. Lucy could feel the words worming their way into her skull, digging little tunnels through the soil of her sanity.

Finally, they reached the door–it bore no number, only the silhouette of a cat’s head. Trembling, Lucy raised a hand and knocked.

The clicking and the chanting both stopped. “Coooome iiiin~,” called a sickly, feminine voice.

Lucy and Erza shared a glance. Drawing in a deep breath, Lucy opened the door, and the two stepped inside.

The room looked much like their own in every respect bar one, though that one was all-encompassing: every spare surface had been plastered in pornographic material. Posters covered the walls. Magazines carpeted the bed and cabinets and floor. Naked breasts and exposed sexes leered them from every corner.

In the center of the room stood a little table with a complex brass typewriter. A catgirl–tuxedo-furred–sat behind it. As they entered, she looked up and adjusted her glasses. “Hello~,” she said, voice full of charm. “I really hope nyou’ve got a good reason to interrupt my work, nya~.”

Lucy’s Collar stopped flashing. She found she could talk. Or attempt to. “I–I–”

“Because if nyou don’t,” said the catgirl. “I might do something regwettable~.” She snapped a pencil.

“I-I-I–”

“Speak up! And come closer, so I can see nyou better–” She took off her glasses and squinted.

“We–we’re really sorry,” said Lucy, trying to back away. “We didn’t want to come here. We had to follow our–”

The catgirl’s jaw struck the floor. Literally. A foghorn blared, and her eyes shot out of their sockets, stretched like balloons. “WOWZA! They didn’t tell me nyou two would be this hot!” She clasped her heart, which was visibly fighting to escape her chest. “Jeez, forget the angry routine. My nyame’s Doujinshi, nya. How would the two of nyou fine dames like to star in my latest production?”

Lucy and Erza simply stared at her. “Your–your what?”

“Glad to hear it!” cried Doujinshi, striding across the room in a single motion, legs stretching and bending as if they were rubber hoses. “It’s been a while since I’ve had such fine material as nyourselves to work with.” Coiling her arms around them, she padded across the room, limbs stretching with every step until at last the tension grew too strong and they snapped back to normal, dragging Lucy and Erza’s screaming forms with them. “Stand riiight here, nya,” she said, placing them on the bed. “Purrfect~.”

Sliding back across the room, she grabbed her desk and spun it to face them. “Take a look at this beauty,” she said, tapping the typewriter. “Impressed? This little wonder is a Majinate Legislator. Anything nyou type on it becomes LAW (within reason). I like to use it to write erotica~.”

Slotting a fresh sheet of paper into the typewriter, she gave the two of them a hungry glare. “Okay, let’s see… What should I write first, nya?”

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