Part Two.

>It's been several hours of walking through these damned corridors.
>You've seen some shit before, but now you're SEEING some shit.
>Impossible shapes, staircases that turn into themselves, stuff that generally makes your head hurt and your eyes throb.
>After a while, you come across what looks like...marble.
>Specifically, black marble inlaid with white quartz swirls.
>They're moving.
>Backing up slowly, you follow the unusual architecture throughout the fleshy derelicts, avoiding all manner of the unknown and arcane as you go.
>Eventually, after opening a door that required more than enough fiddling with, you find the "source" of the marble.
>Stepping into what looks like a gigantic temple, it's filled with chandeliers, candles, all that jazz.
>In center upon a raised set of stairs that go all around, is something green wrapped in chains.
>It's kind of small, but looking at it gives you a heavy feeling on your shoulders.
>As if on cue, the chains jingle loudly as it snaps it's head to meet your eyes.

>Surprised and shaken, you stumble back and land on your ass, only for it to giggle like a schoolgirl.
>Picking yourself up off the ground, you decide to get a closer look at whoever...or whatever this thing is.
>Closing the distance from a couple hundred meters or so, the details of who/what you're dealing with become closer.
>It's female...orc? Ogre? You see horns, but there's  tail...so a succubus?
>150m
>Alright, not an orc, not a succubus, and that tail has a tuft on the end. Some kind of strange hybrid.
>100m
>Alright, this is...weird. Is that a question mark on her face?
>50m
>She's smiling and swinging her tail like a dog. You feel like you're getting too close.
>5m
>Standing at a solid 6 feet, she's Lifa if she ate too much.
>Her chunky frame is contained by scraps of fur and leather straps, a small potbelly spilling over a fur dress that barely covers her bodacious ass and plump thighs.
>Jingling the chains once again, her bosom shakes to and fro, eliciting jiggles that move them like globular spheres of jello.
>Sweat glistens all across her green skin as she struggles against her binds.
>You simply stare in awe at how voluptuous she is, it's almost as if one of those insane mages from the lodges got the idea of cramming three barmaids into one just to see what would happen.
>And it's beautiful.
>She giggles once more, blushing, looking at you.
>A simple smile, and she nods downward.
>The pain doesn't kick in as hard as you thought it would, but your dick is beyond viagra levels of erect, it shouldn't even be able to push against the fabric like this.
>Blushing yourself now, and turning around, you madly stuff your junk back in place, hoping that whatever the hell this place is doing to you isn't permanent.

>Turning back around once more to meet the prisoner, she draws in a deep breath, and lets out a melodic "Mooo~"
>Upon hearing it, you understand it to be the noise a cow makes, but the meaning behind it...
>...somehow, you're able to decipher it with ease.
>She continues to moo to you, discovering more and more about your current situation.

>As it turns out, the witch mentioned by your party earlier was responsible for all of this.
>Now how is this possible? Well, she found a means to create infinite, or a more favorable means of creating mana.
>A little too favorable, some people thought.
>By deriving energy from sexual acts, not too different from a succubus except for the fact it doesn't kill and corrupt people outright, a mage could gain great power from orgies.
>Problem was, converting the power in a way it could be used.
>The witch in question figured it out, started up her little club to get things going, and then that's when everything went to shit.
>One night, upon finishing the means of conversion, the paladins, inquisitors, and other various adventurer groups showed up to combat the "Succubus-possessed witch."
>What followed was a woman slinging spells that left men dry, women soaked, and overall was just generally messy.
>By the time they had her tied down, of the 500 people brought to shut her down, only 8 managed to carry out the duty.
>A minotaur, goblin, human eunuch, and the rest autonomous combat golems, proved to be somewhat immune to the magic she possessed(In reality, the minotaur had more stamina than she had magic).
>Whilst dragging her to the house to be burned, she kicked, screamed, and clawed the minotaur drawing blood, all in a seemingly vain act of desperation.
>Eventually, tied to the stake, she died cursing those who wronged her, and in the midst of the blaze, called upon elder forces that NO living thing should know of using the foreign blood scraped under her fingertips as a medium.
>Promising them a complex deal of pleasure and power, both parties became intertwined into one entity, one that would lay dormant until the witches daughter would come a week later to the aftermath to mourn, and would awaken once more when the first female rogue would discover an artifact belonging to the witch.
>Sucked into a fleshy tunnel, she was grappled by tentacles, assaulted by nipples, and fed milk until she bloated into her current form, and eventually imprisoned because she would not allow herself to be controlled by the old forces.

>After listening to her story, you quizzically ask "So, what happened to my group?"
>She casually moo's back that she wouldn't know, having been cooped up inside for a while.
>Eventually, you ask her a couple of questions-one of them that had your head scratching for a while, and another that would define what happens next-
>"Alright, alright. Elder-Witch made this labyrinth, I get that. Do you know anything about a filter of some sort? Some men couldn't come in, but women, another teammate of mine, and I were able to get by fine. "
>Shrugging to the best of her ability within the chains, it's clear she doesn't know much.
>"Well if that's the case, how can I trust you? I'm tempted to let you out, but how do I know you're telling the truth?"
>She smiles, and moo's once.
>What you make of it is-
>If the Elder-Witch discovers you without you having unlocked her daughter, you're not gonna make it.
>If the daughter turns out to be evil when you unlock it, you're not gonna make it.
>If the daughter turns out to be good but the Elder-witch proves to be too strong, you're not gonna make it.
>But if she turns out to be good AND strong, and you both manage to escape, you make it.
>Impressed by her explanation, you gamble and decide to take a chance at it.
>Unrolling your tool pack and setting out what you need, the long arduous process of lockpicking, disarming, and general mechanical bullshit awaits you for the next several hours in freeing her.
>Work goes by smoothly, some hiccups here and there. The smell of milk constantly fills your nose, it's sweet aromatic scent reminding you of home and bed.
>Her body is soft when you have to get to some of those hard to reach places, but the strange part about it is that it's also incredibly dense. It's as if you're moving around living bags of a thick mixture or something, just heavy.
>Whilst working on the last lock on her neck, a collar, she casually moo's, asking for your name.
>Without breaking a beat, you reply "It's Anon, ain't much. How about you?"
>She moo's back that she doesn't remember her name, but has decided to go by a different one -  Anonymoo.