This choice: Land near the bottle, and let him watch as Karoth’ka solves the problem • Go Back...Chapter #7Problem Solver by: Bucket  
A sly grin flickered across Karoth’ka’s face as he decided that the squirrel should live for now…if only to learn how stupid it was. The little demon decided that his first fuck of the day would be all the sweeter if he could take it from another…rubbing the squirrels nose in its own intellectual inferiority and powerlessness, letting it boil and stew in its own self-loathing…yes…today was off to a good start!
As the imp circled lower, he deliberately let his shadow fall across the bottle like a bird of prey, curious to see how engrossed the squirrel was in its single-minded task. The foolish creature did not even pause in its actions, the need to fuck and eat the faeries behind the strange barrier overriding even its hardwired survival instincts. The voices of the figures within the bottle however changed considerably, the squirrel briefly forgotten as their screams turned to elated cries of relief, clearly overjoyed at the thought of the squirrel being killed by a bird of prey, seeing the shadow as an unexpected lifeline in a situation where they had lost all hope!
With the squirrel ignorant of Karoth’ka’s approach, the imp decided that he would have to maximize his dramatic entrance, startling the idiotic creature back into the appropriately cowardly existence that it so rightly deserved. The imp waited until he was on the opposite side of the bottle from the squirrel and then folded his wings tight to his body, dropping the last few feet suddenly before flapping heavily to slow his descent.
The sudden appearance of the imp with its wings spread wide, and the confusing bluster of dust and wind caused by his landing had the desired effect, and the mangy squirrel tensed suddenly before retreating a metre or so away from his prize. As the imp settled slowly to the ground, he took his time in folding away his wings, getting his first good look at the woodland creature, it was even more pathetic up close…
The most distinctive feature of the squirrel was that it was missing an eye, eliminating entirely any sense of cuteness from its face, and lending it a surprisingly intimidating and ruthless expression for one of its species. This expression was apparently appropriate too, as the single eye met Karoth’ka’s gaze without flinching, revealing the workings of what must surely be either a brave and determined mind…or heedless and obsessive. Its matted and tangled fur was interrupted irregularly with crisscrossing bald stripes, clearly caused by scars on a grisly body that looked as though it had endured great hardship throughout its difficult life. In place of the characteristic rich fluffy tail of a normal squirrel was a scraggly mockery of fur, clearly cut short and it looked as though it had been burnt in several places. The only thing that this wretched creature seemed to have going for it was the monstrous erection it was sporting, far longer and thicker than a normal squirrel. But when Karoth’ka noticed the heavy swollen balls beneath its unexpectedly large cock, he concluded with a sneer that the infrequency with which this creature got to use its ‘gift’ was simply yet another cruel twist in its tragic luckless existence.
The pitiful appearance of the squirrel only fuelled Karoth’ka’s malice, and the little demon leaned in closely to the bottle without breaking his unblinking stare upon the squirrel. Karoth’ka ran is right hand almost lovingly along the body of the bottle, feeling the extent of the squirrel’s damage as the surface was now far from smooth. The faeries inside had fallen silent, obviously confused as to what exactly was transpiring outside their glass prison. For his own satisfaction more than anything else, Karoth’ka spoke in his cracked horrid voice, addressing the squirrel as a teacher does a class:
“You see the problem is not how to get into the bottle…”
As Karoth’ka’s hand reached the end of the bottle, he retraced his path, but this time curling his bony hands, screeching deep gouges into the glass with his claws…far deeper than the squirrel could ever hope to accomplish. As the agonizing sound ended, Karoth’ka could hear the cries of the faeries within. The little red coals at the centre of his eyes burned a little brighter as the wicked brain behind them continued to escalate the torturous actions of the imp. A terrified voice spoke from within the bottle:
“PLEASE STOP! No more! We beg you, please just let us go! Please, please, please, we can’t ta…”
But the voice was cut short, as without looking down, the imp placed the palm of his other hand at the entrance to the bottle…sealing the faeries within. He then proceeded to scrape the bottle again, and before he had even finished his stroke he could feel something pressing against his left hand as the faeries within attempted to escape. As he stopped scraping, he could feel tiny fists beating against the palm of his hand, and he patiently waited until he felt the second sustained full-body push before swiftly moving his hand down and turning it horizontally, causing a lovely little orange-haired beauty to literally fall into his hands. The voice within the bottle cried out “Nami! NO!..” but was once again cut short as Karoth’ka concluded his previous hanging sentence with an oozing smugness:
“…but how to get the faeries out.”
All of this the little demon had done without breaking his gaze with the squirrel, and as Karoth’ka’s long dexterous fingers closed around the faerie’s waist like a dying spider, the squirrel finally flinched, briefly looking away in anger and bending forward as though it had been punched in the stomach…
This pleased the imp immensely, and he finally looked down at the bottle to see that the other figure within had retreated back to the base. Toying with the squirrel had been an entertaining distraction, but now as the feeling of soft warmth within his grasp made Kaoth’ka’s cock swell slightly, bucking in excitement…his mind returned to his original goals…he was after all so close to achieving them now…
What should Karoth’ka do next…
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