Mature Content Warning: This entire chapter is immature. There are booty related jokes, some foul language, and some foul smells. Also, there is nudity.

Author's note: Yes, I really went there. Ha ha ha.

Chapter 11.2: The Unholy Emanation

Scott watched as the beauteous booty wiggled and danced before him. If he had been living the life of a pornstar or if he had never gotten laid before, he might have dived right in to that soft pink ocean. However, he was not ready to do that, yet.

“Do you have a fixation for anal, or what?” asked Scott.

Pink looked up at him and pouted. “You don’t like it?”

“Sure, putting in your adorable ass sounds like fun for the whole family... I just don’t know the rules of this engagement that you mentioned.”

“Rules? What do you mean?”

Scott pointed at her ass, rudely. “Well, for starters... If I do actually have sex with you, will you swallow my soul?”

She put a hand to her lips and laughed at him in soft, dulcet, tones. “Is that what you are worried about? No, we did not sign a contract like that! I’m yours eternally. If anything my soul belongs to you... and you alone. Husbro...”

“Why? Seriously, why would you want to be bound to me like that?” Scott honestly had no clue why any supernatural being would want to be his eternal fuck toy.

The succubus smiled at him then rose to her normal height. “You asked me.”

Scott stared at her. “Seriously? You want to be my eternal bride solely because I asked?”

She clapped her hands together then nodded vigorously. “Yes!”

He did not know what to say to that! How could it be that easy to acquire a supernatural girlfriend? Wasn’t she supposed to fall out of the sky, or be part of some secret war or something? At best he could expect to find a random robot girl lying in the trash... not that such robots existed. But, this? How could this be possible?

Pink did a little bunny hop toward her Husbro then tilted her head to the left and then to the right. “You do like me don’t you?”

“Well, you do seem nice enough. I just can’t understand why such a beautiful girl wants to spend eternity with me. Is it really that hard for you to understand?”

“Yes. I don’t see your issue. You asked me. I said, yes. Isn’t that enough?”

Scott squinted at her. “You aren’t secretly the princess of hell running away from her domineering father who is trying to marry her off to some random asshole?”

She shook her head and laughed. “Nope.”

“Are you really an escaped criminal risen out of hell, hoping to escape eternal torment?”

“Nah.” said Pink. She shook her head from side to side.

Scott walked around the girl in a circle, inspecting her body. She dutifully stood still, but she did have to suppress a giggle. “Are you like the princess of an intergalactic empire, hoping to find a perverted and clumsy earthling willing to harbor you?”

“No, but that sounds fun; especially the perverted part.”

“Well, I don’t know what else to say.”

“I have a suggestion.” said Pink.

“Hmm, yes?”

She placed her hands on his shoulders then parted her soft, pink, lips. “You should say, ‘Pink, shut up and kiss me.”

“Pink...”

“Yes, Husbro?” asked the girl sweetly.

Scott leaned in a little, but then a rude sound emerged and a strange scent began to emanate from the area. “What the hell?”

The scent was foul, like someone had cracked a thousand rotten eggs on a hot summer day, and did so in one small room.

“Uh, sorry...” said Pink. Her cheeks grew red and she turned away.

Scott started to gag and fell back on his ass. The noxious fumes made his eyes water. “What the hell! Was that tear gas? Pepper Spray? God dammit woman!”

Pink winced then bit her lower lip. “Sorry, I had tacos recently.”

Scott gagged and choked. He clawed at his face and eyes then flipped over and crawled toward the door. Fresh air, for the love of all that was perverted; he needed fresh air!

Unfortunately, Pink followed her Husbro and as she did so, several silent but deadly reminders followed with her. Soon the entire house was overwhelmed with demonic ass funk. How such a perfect posterior could unleash a deadly biological contaminant was anyone’s guess.

They escaped the scent-that-should-not-be by the front door. Scott flapped his arms around while trying to force more air into his lungs with each breath. He looked over and saw that the flowers on the front step had started to wilt.

“W-woman, what the hell were in those tacos!”

Pink unleashed her cutest look and shrugged her shoulders. “Aheheheh.”

“Aheh-heh-heh, my ass! You’d be charged with war crimes if you let that lose in hostile territory.”

“Um, he who smelt it; dealt it?” she asked cutely.

Scott turned a baleful glare upon the demonic bio-weapon. A skunk would have had a heart attack if it had been in the room with her!

He wanted to tell her something about her sense of humor but a wave of nausea overtook him. He rolled over and vomited loudly. They had escaped the nightmare, but the scars of the past remained...

“Oh, this bitch...” muttered Scott. Why couldn’t he just meet a nice, normal girl? Why was everyone a whore, or a naked wrestler, or a succubus whose colon contents could kill the residents of a third world country?

Scott began to feel better after a few minutes. He was going to scream at the girl, but then he had a special sort of realization. “Yes, that might work!”

“Husbro?” asked Pink.

He turned to look at her and smirked. “I’m putting your sexy ass to work, Pink!”

“Um, K...” She blinked at him, but was not sure what else to say. Hadn’t he been mad at her before? Unjustly, too! Was it her fault that fast food made girls fart?