Alipheria

Height: 2 feet

Weight: Almost nothing

Race: Some sort of imp? Mephit? Quasit maybe?

Gender: Female

Color: BLUE!

    It could be an imp. Or maybe a mephit? Who knows, but it's clear this little thing is some sort of fiend. Most creatures from the lower planes of her stature are usually repulsive, malignant little things. But the only repulsive thing about her might just be the scent that seems to linger around her.

    She's a tiny little thing, just barely 2 feet tall, though she often doesn't have to look up to meet most people in the eye, often hovering several feet above the ground. The wings this little fiend is graced with are massive compared to her tiny frame. They span at least three times her own height, huge blue, and bat-like. Often times, she wraps them around herself, like some huge cloak or blanket, especially when it's cold out. The times she does decide to walk about, the tips often drag the ground, usually getting quite dirty.

    Like her wings, the little thing's tail seems intended for a fiend twice her size. Like a long lash, it trails behind her, flicking about with a mind of it's own at times. It ends in a (to her) massive spade, easily as wide as her own head. Speaking of the girl's head, sprouting from the mess of unbrushed hair, two horns curl about her head like a ram's, a dark blue, almost black, and often decorated with bands and tassels. Those messy, dark blue bangs often drape infront of her eyes. While not blue, the glowing points of purple that sparkle in her eyes match well with the rest of the girl's body, and give further proof of the infernal or demonic origins of this curvacious little thing.

    And she certainly has curves. Aside from her small size and massive wings, the first thing most might notice about the little fiend is her huge, heavy breasts. It's a wonder she can fly with those things, and indeed they often hang low from her chest as she flits about, bouncing and swaying with every flap of her wings. Though her tiny size means they're not more than hand-fulls for an average human, that still makes them titanic on her little body. Their weight seems to strain the little thing's skin as they hand, enough that one might notice a few dark blue stretchmarks across their underside, and the purple veins are easily seen just under her flesh. The nipples which cap those huge mounds are likewise massive. Enough to be a mouth-full for their owner, the fat numbs are dimpled at their tips, the tiny openings always wet somehow, seeping some clear moisture enough that it often runs down the curve of her breasts.

    Her stomach seems trim, what one can see of it, often hidden behind the huge mounds of her breasts. It's not exactly tones or muscular, but the little thing's deposits of fat and plumpness are clearly elsewhere. Such as her hips, and the luscious rump that sprouts from them. Wide and soft, the tender globes rest just under the root of her long tail, tightly pressed against each other. Since she doesn't often walk, one doesn't usually get the chance to see those swells jiggle about. But as she moves her legs in flight, it's easy to see them grinding together, each half-moon fighting for space with the other.

    Her plump thighs lead down to her dainty feet, toes ending in tiny little claws. But most people who see her thighs don't get that far. Their gaze drawn to the little fiend's exposed groin. There, the tiny, fat swell of her feminine mound captures attention. It's still diminutive, but somehow it seems large on her little body. Even over-sized for herself, it still looks tight, the outer lips pressed firmly together, and always glistening. So moist, the little fiend's juices always seem to run down her legs, at times dripping from her toes, when they're not dripping directly from her snatch. That little infernal (or demonic?) honey-pot often clenches, causing gobs and long strings of her nectar to ooze from her, copious amounts of her pungent juices that never seem to run dry.

    And it's probably that which gives this little fiend her scent. It's thick, overpowering, and smells of some perverse corruption. Enough to sting the nose of most, it's not a dirty, unwashed smell though. Not the scent of filth or awful, but a thick, musky, orgasmic odor floats around her like a cloud. It's disturbingly alluring on some basic level, the scent enough to cause the testes of the masculine to swell and strain with seed, and the feminine to crap with ovulation. The pious and divine would find it foul, those of less than virtuous natures would find it intoxicating.

    But for those touched by the lower planes... It effects them in a far more profound way. That thick scent has been known to induce a sort of enraged frenzy. A crazed drive to breed, to procreate. Where nothing matters but spilling seed and filling someone with their offspring. And that's the clue to just what this little fiend is. Her demonically (or infernally) fertile womb the maternal counterpart to all the massively virile fiendish breeders so common around these lands. The fiend's tiny body fertile enough to breed litters of anything, but the key resting between some fiendish herm or shemale's legs unlocks massive spawnings from her tiny womb.

    Was she summoned here by some perverted wizard? Did she travel here on her own, or with one of the many fiendish creatures? It's unknown, but should she be found and used by one of the potent breeders, she could likely mother hordes of fiendish beasts...

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(still working on my lights. Just send me a tell! Only really interested in herms and shemales for ERP, sorry guys XD)