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They say when night falls, the world goes quiet as the caress of sleep takes those who need it most. Yet in some cities, where the vile and the adventurous reside, the night is the time when things just start getting interesting.

The door to the bar broke off its hinges hitting the floor with a loud thud as Vermin Vile stepped inside, moonlight backlighting her creating an intimidating visage. The patrons inside either kept their heads down or snarled at the sudden light pouring in from where the door once stood. One patron in particular caught Vile’s eye. Was that another rat?

Stepping up to the bar, Vermin Vile slammed her fist down, sending anyone’s drinks that had been resting on the counter splashing about. “My usual!” She demanded. The bartender nodded quickly, filling a mug with a frothy drink with haste, not wanting to earn the ire of the villainess.

Vermin Vile’s eyes remained locked on the only other rat in the bar. He seemed scrawny, yet unphased by her presence. “Hey Pipsqueak, what’s your deal? You stunned with fear?” Vile said, exposing her leg on the bar stool next to the red rat and giving her thigh a slap. “Ever seen a rat with this much meat before?”

The rat got to his feet, reached down and pulled out a pouch of coins. Vermin Vile eyed the pouch greedily, assuming the rat was about to cover her night’s worth of drinks. Not that she planned to pay for them anyway, it was more about the gesture. She moved to grab the pouch, only for the red rat to toss it to the bartender behind the counter.

“For the door.” The red rat said. Then he hooked the handle of Vermin Vile’s mug onto the end of his spear, and made his way out of the bar with her drink.

A drawn out scratching sound pierced the air as Vermin Vile’s claws dug into the counter. Splinters of wood tearing up as she dragged her hand across the bar in anger, gritting her teeth as she tried to wrap her head around what just happened.

“How dare he.” Vile grumbled under her breath. “How dare he!”

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Outside the bar, Tek took in the night’s fresh air. That other rat smelled something fierce. Bringing his new drink to his lips he took a sip, only to spit the foul liquid out moments later.

“Ugh, what is this slop?!” Tek said, wiping the liquid from his face.

Tek’s ears perked up and he ducked just in time to avoid the door to the bar as it flew overhead, grazing his fur before shattering against another building.

“Hey, Pipsqueak! I wasn’t done with you.” The foul smelling rat shouted. “Don’t you know who I am? I’m Vermin Vile! No one pays for things I break, nor do they take my drinks, and they certainly don’t ignore me!”

How did she even manage to throw that door like that? Tek thought to himself, keeping his distance as a precaution.

“Cat got your tongue Pipsqueak?” Vermin Vile said, approaching Tek.

Tek immediately began etching a rune in the dirt behind him with his tail. Better to be safe than sorry.

“So are you going to apologize to me or are we going to have a problem-” Vermin Vile’s monologue was cut off as Tek hurled her mug back into her face, smacking her square in the nose. “Ah! You little bitch!”

“You talk too much.” Tek said, readying his spear.

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To Tek’s surprise a strange green aura began to emanate from Vermin Vile’s body, before morphing into two massive arms just beneath her regular arms, taking solid form.

Vermin Vile lunged at Tek. Acting quickly, Tek brought his spear up to block Vile’s magical fist, only for the spear to snap instantly, her fist turning into an open hand that grabbed onto Tek’s face. In an instant his sensitive nose was overwhelmed by a terrible odor.

“As a rat I’m all too aware of what a strong sense of smell you must have. I hope you like the smell of-” Vermin Vile was interrupted by Tek bringing down half of his broken spear onto her head like a club. “Ah! You little fucker!” Vile growled before throwing Tek to the ground.

Dazed and sore, Tek rolled to the side just in time to avoid one of Vermin Vile’s magical fists from slamming down on top of him. Where had he etched that rune? He scanned the ground, but there was no sign of it, so he hurriedly began drawing another in the dirt. Before he could finish, something grabbed ahold of his ankles and began dragging him away from the rune.

Tek cursed, rolling onto his back just in time to see the silhouette of Vermin Vile’s ass looking over him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me-” Tek’s words were muffled as Vermin Vile began smothering him with her rump.

“You think I smelled bad before, I’ve got a little surprise for you!” Vile said, biting her lip with anticipation.

Tek began feeling around in a panic, before noticing a strange groove in the dirt beside him. Placing his hand upon it, he recognized it as the rune he’d etched out with his tail.

“I hope you’re ready!” Vile teased.

Instinct took over and Tek drew in every last bit of runic energy that rune had to offer. His eyes were a tempest of crimson light, and moments before Vermin Vile could violate his snout any further, he ignited himself.

“Pucker up and- YAAAGGHH!!!!” Vile leapt off of Tek, rubbing her ass as smoke billowed up from tufts of scorched fur.

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Crimson fire spun around Tek’s body, before forming two flaming gauntlets around his hands. Raising his fists, he gestured to Vermin Vile that he was ready for round two. Vile growled, but charged undeterred, swinging a stink fist at Tek, only this time for him to catch it. The two remained locked together, teeth gritted, leering into each other’s eyes. Sweat began trickling down Vermin Vile’s body from the heat.

“You know it’s not often I’m forced to work up such a sweat,” Vermin Vile said, smirking, “You’ll find it only makes me stronger!”

A burst of green erupted from beneath Vermin Vile’s armpits, latching onto Tek’s flaming gauntlets, extinguishing them. Tek looked in horror as Vile grabbed hold of his torso with one hand, trapping him in place, and grabbing onto his snout with the other. So rancid was the odor that Tek’s eyes began to water.

Vermin Vile cackled, forcing Tek to breathe her in for several minutes before throwing him down an alley. Tek lay face down, groaning to himself. His body ached, but it was nothing compared to the smell. He didn’t want to do this, but she left him no other choice. He began etching another rune into the dirt.

“So what will it be, Pipsqueak? Are you going to buy me that drink or what?” Vermin Vile asked.

A blinding silver light illuminated the alleyway and before Vermin Vile could react, Tek came flying towards her. A glowing white rune floated behind his back like angelic wings, the ends of which seemed to be writhing. The strange silver light seemed to coil around Vermin Vile’s limbs, suspending her in mid air. Tek lifted her up to meet his gaze, which was a storm of runic light.

“How about I rip out your soul instead?” Tek hissed, before an unseen force tore the two apart.

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“That’s not very gentleman-like Tek.” A voice scolded from somewhere above Tek and Vermin Vile. The two of them looked up to see an enormous insect-like being flying above them, yet compared to her size, it was they who appeared to be insects. The intruder had wrapped both Tek and Vermin Vile in her webbing, and was now dangling them from two long silk-like strands.

“Spindle? What are you doing here?!” Tek shouted.

Both rodents were trying their best to swing their way towards the other, growling and biting at the air. Neither willing to yield or break their gaze from the other.

“I followed you here of course. I couldn’t let you blow up another town.” Spindle said.

“I’ve never blown up a town!” Tek shouted. Spindle raised an eyebrow at him. “Alright fine, but the first one was an accident.”

“You never get to meet other rats. Look at you two, you’re opposite sides of the same coin. In fact,” Spindle reached down, picking up the lid of a trash can and suspending it onto a long strand of her webbing. “Let’s fix this silly little feud, shall we?”

The trash lid swayed back and forth like a pendulum between the two rats. Spindle smiled to herself as tiny spirals began to form in the eyes of the rodents before their bodies relaxed, falling deep into her trance.

“Now then,” Spindle cooed, “It’s time for you two to get a little… closer~”

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Tek awoke to find his nostrils still stinking of Vermin Vile’s ass and armpits. The rat’s eyelids felt heavy. Had he fallen asleep? With no small amount of effort, the rodent forced them open to find he was in a chair wrapped in spider webbing.

What in the name of the guardians? Tek thought to himself. “Spindle…” The rat grunted.

“Ah, you’re awake.” A spider said, descending from the ceiling twirling around her web like a ribbon dancer.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Tek grumbled, yanking his arm free from one of the spiders spinning a web around it. “Is this a suit? Rather dapper I’ll admit, but-”

“None of that now,” The spider interrupted, guiding Tek’s face to look from the suit to meet her gaze, “Why don’t you just get some rest. We can’t have you looking tired for your big day, can we?”

Big… day?” Tek asked, his eyelids growing heavy once more as hypnotic spirals filled his eyes. The rodent’s head spun, but he couldn’t bring himself to struggle. Relaxing in his chair, he was forced to watch as the spiders finished their work. Once finished, they shoved a bouquet of flowers into his hands and pulled him to his feet.

“Perfect,” The spider said, giggling to herself, “Inform mistress Spindle that the rune tapper is ready. We may proceed with her plan.”

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Spindle waited patiently for Vermin Vile to stop shouting expletives at her. Letting out a sigh of relief when the rodent finally ran out of curses to fling at the guardian. She was beginning to think the rat’s outburst was going to make them run late.

“You have quite a colorful vocabulary.” Spindle said, finally being able to get a word in.

“Fuck you!” Vermin Vile shouted, “And give me back my clothes!”

“Those ratty old things?” Spindle grimaced looking at the rodent’s old outfit.

“Ratty?!”

“No offense of course, but I’ve spun you something much more appropriate that will hug those feminine curves of yours.” Spindle reached behind her with one of her arms, holding up an emerald silk dress. “You’re going to look divine!”

“How about you take that girly ass dress and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine, you silk spewing pile of sh-” Vermin Vile’s words trailed off as Spindle took her head in her hands and hypnotized her back into a more docile state.

“And I thought your look was going to be the real fixer upper. Tek’s really going to have his work cut out for him with this one… Oh well! I’m sure it will work out just fine. Time to show the world what a match maker Spindle can be. I’ve always wanted to host one of those dating shows.” Spindle slipped the dress onto Vermin Vile, giving the rat’s ass a playful spank. “Now how about we give your future husband a visit?”

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“Oh don’t you two just look adorable together.” Spindle said, clasping two hands together.

With Spindle’s webbing tightly wound around the couple’s ankles and wrists, Spindle was able to control the rat’s every movement. Like a puppeteer playing matchmaker, the guardian walked Tek over to his blushing bride, presenting the expired flowers to his future wife. Vermin Vile blushed, taking the bouquet from her groom, only for nearly all the petals to fall to her feet.

“Well, it’s the thought that counts.” Spindle said. With her free hands she created several long strands of webbing that she strummed like a harp. Like a puppeteer moving a marionette, the spider pulled her strings, forcing the couple to dance to her music. When the spider’s tune was finished she clapped her hands, mimicking the sound of an applause one would expect after a concert performance.

“Bravo! That was lovely.” Spindle cheered, “You two were cute too” The guardian added.

A web tugged on one of Tek’s legs, forcing him to drop to one knee. Then his puppeteer forced him to rummage through his pocket for a diamond ring Spindle had planted in his pocket. Vermin Vile clapped her hands, jumping up and down at the sight of the ring.

“Huh, I didn’t even tell you to do that. Maybe you really do want to get married… or you’re excited to steal the diamond...” Spindle shrugged, “Either way, I think it’s romantic.”

“You two are going to make such a cute couple,” Spindle said, handing Vermin Vile a lipstick container, “I think this is your color. You know what to do.”

Vermin Vile nodded, then bent over, tearing open the back of her dress, and perfectly applied the lipstick in the shape of a kiss mark directly on her anus. Spindle simply stared at her, speechless.

“I don’t think we were on the same page. Impressive though!” The guardian said, patting Vermin Vile on the head. “I think we’re ready to begin.”

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“I think she wants you to bind your souls together.” Spindle whispered into Tek’s ear. From his perspective, her voice would come across as his own idea, completely unaware of the guardian’s presence.

Tek etched his soul rune into some thick slime on the ground, before tapping into it, the normally silver rune turning a radioactive green instead. Speaking the words that would bind their souls together, the rune tapper placed a hand on the cheek of his lover to be. It was a shame he was too hypnotized to realize which cheek his hand had caressed.

Pulling the diamond ring from his pocket, Tek thought he was sliding it onto Vermin Vile’s finger, when in reality he had just slid it up the length of her tail, where it rested just above her rear.

Leaning in, lips puckered, Tek prepared the kiss that would bind his soul to Vermin Vile, the only problem was, the spell was meant for two lovers to kiss on the lips, and Tek’s smooch was on a direct collision course for Vermin Vile’s ass. Should he kiss it, his soul would be bonded to it. Forever.

Still under Spindle’s spell, Tek interpreted Vermin Vile’s lipstick covered butt as her plump lips ready to receive his own. He could not have been more wrong.

Smooooooooooooch!!!

A strand of saliva connected Tek’s lips to Vermin Vile’s anus even as he pulled away. A silver light left Tek’s own mouth before disappearing into his bride’s butt. In return, a glowing green light in the shape of a kiss mark emerged from Vermin Vile’s butt. So rancid was the piece of her soul that literal stink lines rose up around it in a cartoonish fashion, before it traveled up the length of the spit-line and planted a kiss of its own directly onto Tek’s lips before disappearing inside of his mouth.

The vile taste and smell struck Tek’s senses so hard that it snapped him out of his trance instantaneously. Green lipstick smeared across his lips, Tek’s eyes widened realizing what he had just done, and who he had done it to.

“This isn’t quite how I imagined this would go… Well no use in keeping her entranced if you’ve woken up.” Spindle said, sounding disappointed now that her fun was over. With a snap of her fingers, the guardian released Vermin Vile from her hypnosis.

The two rats gave each other an awkward look, before a green aura began to emanate around Tek’s head.

“Oh no, the oath!” Was all Tek managed to say, before an invisible force yanked him face first into Vermin Vile’s ass. His lips forcibly planted on her anus as his tongue was forced out of his mouth and into his new wife.

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Tek struggled to break free as the magical oath to Vermin Vile’s ass continued to pull his snout deeper and deeper into the rancid crevice. Tek’s eyes watered as the foul smell filled his lungs. His body being forced to kiss and lick deep inside his bride’s rear.

Unaware of exactly how she got into the position, but not one to pass up an opportunity to dominate a rival, Vermin Vile lifted her tail and allowed Tek’s oath to continue to force his snout into her butt. The villainess cackled as Tek was forced to humiliate himself in such a vile fashion.

Oxygen running low in his lungs, Tek felt as if he were about to faint as Vermin Vile’s musk replaced every ounce of air within him. As the disgusting sensation reached its climax, finally Tek was able to pull his snout free. The rune tapper gasped for breath before collapsing to the ground.

“You know, you look a lot more handsome with your face shoved in my rear, Pipsqueak!” Vermin Vile said with a laugh, “I should…” The rat’s voice trailed off as she looked down at her new outfit, “What the hell am I wearing?!”

Vermin Vile continued cursing as she ripped off the silk dress, looking around frantically for her original attire. Spindle watched as one rat lay unconscious, while the other marched off swearing and tearing apart the dress the spider had made for her.

“Hmm,” Spindle scratched at her head, wondering where she’d gone wrong. “I guess I’m not much of a matchmaker after all.”

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The moment you need a book to explain what's happening in the comic, your comic just isnt good.

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Might be better to put the text for each page in a picture before or after the accompanying page, similar to what is done with other works in the "other:novel" tag.

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