Welcome to Part 3 of The Demon Hunters! I'm your host, Mister Eskuir.

This part was originally going to be much longer than it is, but I figured that its current stopping point was a good place to cut it off before it got too long, so I just split off the rest into Part 4. I doubt I'll be doing this with any other chapters, though. That being said, I hope you enjoy!

Part 3: Money Makes the World Go Round

"Shit...I'm flat broke." Akane's bank account displayed a grand total of 3 cents as she checked it on her phone. While she didn't seem particularly surprised, her frustration was quite apparent as she tossed the device at the wall, realizing too late that she could probably sell it for more money as it cracked against the wall. "No need to worry." The girl sitting behind her attempted to soothe her with comforting words while her hands danced across the red Hunter's tense muscles.

It seemed like her words had done their job well as Leanne noticed her partner's muscles loosen up slightly on their own, but they immediately tightened once again the moment both of their stomachs growled in near unison. "...I really wish we could get paid for Hunting." Leanne's hands fell from Akane's back as she voiced her complaint and fell backwards, sprawling across the bed the two were currently sharing. "Well, it makes sense that they don't. Not like DHW gets funding from anywhere other than the mead hall." Akane turned her body around as she spoke, shifting from a sitting position onto her hands and knees and crawling over Leanne until their faces were only a few inches apart.

The girl blushed and stammered at Akane's sudden assertiveness despite the fact that the two had been dating for a few days now. "W-why don't we just borrow some money from Eris?" Leanne had finally learned the name of the scarred woman who had handled her initiation around the time she and Akane had started going out, but she still knew next to nothing about the tight-lipped Huntsman. Despite her best effort to get the conversation back on track, the thing that actually stopped Akane from making out with the girl lying below her was the angry noise her stomach seemed to make in response to being ignored.

"Ah, dammit..." Her pale form rolled off to the side, clutching desperately at her stomach. "No way Eris would ever lend me money, not after last time." "What about me?" Leanne offered, but Akane simply shook her head. "Guilt by association."

"T-then...what are we going to do? I don't think I could get a job on this short of a notice..." Panic began to flood Leanne's system as she pictured herself slowly starving away, growing thinner and thinner between each pointless job interview until she was eventually nothing but a husk. Akane seemed to pick up on the girl's distress and stroked her light brown hair comfortingly, the woman sitting back up and planting a kiss on her girlfriend's forehead before fully standing.

"Akane? Where are you going?" Leanne couldn't stop worry from seeping into her voice, but the reassuring smile that the red Hunter flashed in her direction did wonders to soothe her nerves. "I'm gonna solve our money problem."

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The early morning sun heated the streets as Akane skulked about near the middle of one, her bare feet only protected from the hot pavement by the barrier surrounding her naked body. Crossing the streets was unsurprisingly dangerous while one was invisible, but the red Hunter eventually managed to do so without being struck by a speeding car, stepping out onto the sidewalk on the opposite side from the one she had started on and locking her eyes onto her objective: Hardly Heated Hot Dogs.

The man that manned the stand was an abrasive fellow with a generous belly that seemed to laugh derisively every time a customer said anything. Frankly, Akane was a bit amazed that he still got business. Perhaps it was the fact that he had his hot dogs pre-prepared and set out on display, each dog covered in different toppings from the last and the next. A perfect set-up for one with the advantages Akane possessed.

She slithered over to the decently-sized stand in an impressively stealthy manner (not that it mattered, since she was invisible anyway), scooping up a piece of pavement that had broken off from the rest along the way. Positioning herself behind the stand owner, she allowed a small portion of the barrier around her mouth to fade and shouted "Hey!" while throwing the rock at the man's back just hard enough to make it seem like it had been thrown from a distance away.

He recoiled in surprise at the sudden impact, but recovered fairly quickly and whirled around with a face bathed in fury. "Who the fuck did that!? Huh!? Fucking coward!" The man shouted as Akane slipped around him, spreading her cervix like a hungry mouth and shoving in as many hot dogs as she could manage. To the average person walking by, it appeared that the hot dogs were teleporting to another dimension as they floated into the air for a moment before suddenly disappearing.

Seemed like the name of the stand was a major misnomer, since those hot dogs were scorching hot. Akane bit at her lower lip as she placed burning hot dog after burning hot dog into her loose womb, the organ containing more than enough room to fit all of the food. The last hot dog joined its ketchup-covered brethren right as the owner turned around, obviously still angry at his failure to find the culprit behind the attack. His rage only grew at the sight of all the missing hot dogs. "What...the...fuck!?" He yelled at the top of his lungs while Akane prepared the zip tie she had brought, wrapping it just above her cervix and tying it shut to prevent her loot from simply falling out.

The man's eyes locked on a boy who was walking away from the stand, hands in his suspiciously bulging pockets, and sprinted towards him with surprising speed for one so large, quickly tackling the innocent kid to the ground.

This was her chance to escape, and Akane knew it, yet...she couldn't just let that admittedly suspicious child get beaten up because of her. She had standards, after all.

And so the stand-owner was thrown off the boy with excessive force by an invisible dropkick, his body crashing through the window of the salon his cart was positioned in front of and shattering it completely. The kid sat up, a look of sheer confusion upon his face, one that only deepened as some sort of basketball-sized lumpy pink thing appeared in the air and seemed to wink at him before vanishing again. Having done her good deed for the day, Akane pulled her hands away from her loose cervix and started walking back in the general direction of the Headquarters while trying to ignore the feeling of condiments smearing against the walls of her baby bag.

Before she could arrive at her destination, however, she ran into someone unexpected. A certain blue-haired Huntsman was walking down the sidewalk at a fairly quick pace, her single good eye staring ahead towards nothing in particular. Her outfit was a bit out of character; rather than the nondescript track clothes the veteran tended to wear around DHW, her body was clad in a dark mini-dress with a skirt that just barely went low enough to be considered legal. Her muscular hands were covered in silk gloves that effectively hid the scarred extremities, although they ended just below the elbow and left her chiseled and similarly scarred shoulders quite apparent to anyone that glanced in her direction. Eris was even wearing high heels, something that she was obviously struggling with as she seemed to nearly trip with every step. "Heh...perfect prey." A wolfish grin spread across the Hunter's face as she started to follow her coworker, completely forgetting about the food she was smuggling in her womb in the face of this new development.

If Eris at all noticed her junior stalking her, she didn't show it, although she seemed to be rather distracted anyway. 'Does she have a boy/girlfriend?' Akane mused as she watched a slight blush creep onto the even taller woman's face. 'Heh, looks like it. Either that or a dog.' She didn't have to wonder for long as, despite her every step being so wobbly, the Huntsman arrived at her destination in good time.

'...The Lunar Lily?' The red Hunter's gaze quickly flicked from the restaurant's sign to what little of its interior she could see from the outside. Both windows had purple flower designs that covered most of their available space and the parts that weren't covered were blurred so that it was impossible to see through. 'This is...really suspicious.' Akane looked over towards her now completely red-faced target, who was fidgeting in front of the swiveling double doors that led inside, and found herself grinning again as she tiptoed closer.

The blue-haired woman suddenly found herself getting shoved through the doorway, stumbling forward and flailing her slim-yet-muscular arms as she struggled to struggled to maintain her balance against the heels that seemed so desperate to make her fall.

Eventually she managed to simply hop out of them, her movement too conveniently smooth to not be aided by magic, while Akane took the chance to slip in behind her. Right as she passed through the doorway, though, she suddenly felt a vice-like tightness on the base of her prolapse. It appeared that she hadn't taken her chance quickly enough and the double doors had now closed around the base of the female's exposed vagina. The pair of physical objects now between Akane and her organ forced the barrier hiding it from view to disperse, muscling the sack out of its hidden world and into plain sight.

'Well, shit.' Now Akane had no choice but to observe Eris from afar, as it would look quite suspicious to the seasoned Huntsman if the doors opened and closed for seemingly no reason. Eris still seemed to be entirely ignorant of Akane's presence as she bent over to shove her shoes off into a corner of the waiting area and unintentionally exposed her lack of panties, her long labia hanging unrestrained. The Peeping Tom stuck in the door couldn't help but lick her lips at the delicious sight.

Meanwhile, outside, a small group had gathered around the mysterious pink growth on the double doors."Hey, doesn't this look like that unknown object that showed up at Cal's Creamy Coffee (and Tea) a few days ago?" Someone commented, getting a general noise of approval from the rest of the gathering. "This looks too big for it to be the same one..." Another voice observed. "...They are fairly similar, though. They even have the same pattern, albeit this one's is on the bottom rather than the top. Perhaps they're of the same species."

"What, you think this thing is alive?" A wave of laughter ran through the crowd, though there were quite a few people that didn't partake in it. The owner of the second voice suddenly stepped forward, walking closer to the alien being and stopping right beside it. "The signs of life are obvious if you simply look for them." She adjusted her rimless glasses the moment she finished and leaned in closer, giving the side of the thing a soft stroke with her bare hand. "You idiot!" shouted a bystander. "What if it's poisonous?" "Then I shall report the effects of its toxins." The scientist responded coolly as she gave it another stroke which caused the creature to quiver.

Mildly worried by its reaction, the lady pulled back and rubbed her wet fingers together a bit. "It's dermis appears to be quite warm and moist." Her comments caused a general murmur to run through the group as she sniffed her fingers and mentally noted that the being's wetness didn't seem to have any particular smell to it, although there did seem to be the scent of hot dogs hanging in the air. 'Has this growth mimicked the odor of nearby food as an attempt to draw in nourishment? Perhaps it could be predatory...' She thought to herself as she wiped her hand off on her lab coat.

Akane had no idea what was going on outside or why she was feeling so aroused by it (well, she had some idea about that), but she had bigger concerns. Eris had already sat down and been joined by a young man, yet something else drew the Hunter's attention. Everyone in the restaurant aside from the two Demon Hunters was a male. Normally such a fact wouldn't be particularly concerning, yet there was something that felt particularly off about this whole situation...

Escaping from her thoughts just in time to realize that the young man had begun talking to her senior, Akane tried as hard as she could to tune her ears into the conversation. "...and trust me, babe, you'll be happy I didn't use a condom by the time we're done." His words practically oozed lecherous arousal, yet Eris's face betrayed no negative reaction. "Is that so." Despite being worded as a question, Eris definitely wasn't asking.

Her companion was obviously a bit put off by her manner. "You know, muscle lady...I can't help but wonder why you're here. It's pretty apparent that you aren't here to fuck, and that's the only reason anyone comes here." Eris's closed eye gave a major twitch before she responded. "But I am." "Oh, really?" The young man sneered at the Huntsman across the table. "Prove it. Take off that dress of yours."

Everyone in the establishment let out hoots and yells of encouragement as the woman's good eye closed. "Very well."

Her hand flew to the chest of her dress and grasped it tightly before flinging the entire outfit off in a single motion, inspiring another round of catcalls from the restaurant's inhabitants. "Good, good. Now stand." Eris followed the man's orders without a moment of hesitation, exposing her pert breasts and drooping lower lips to the males all around her. The young man stood as well, pulling down his pants as he moved closer and revealing his already erect penis. The woman was even taller than he was, making it quite easy for him to do what he did next: With one swift move, he shoved his cock straight into her pussy...but not truly into her cunt. His dick had actually penetrated her urethra, an event that even Eris couldn't keep a straight face during as she let out low moan and closed her good eye again.

The Huntsman had barely had a chance to adjust to the sudden thick length buried in her peehole when the young man began thrusting it in and out, the head of his cock battering against Eris's bladder with every thrust. "How's...that...huh!?" If his words were any indication, the display seemed to be the man's way of relieving his frustration with the 'muscle lady'. "Can't...stay...quiet...during...this!" A slight smile tugged at the corners of the scarred woman's mouth the moment he finished speaking. "You're right about that."

Eris's damaged eyelid abruptly opened, the sigil on the pale ball beneath shining bright enough to blind anyone who looked directly at it. Akane directed her eyes away from the brilliant light, her gaze instead moving towards the blade of energy that the veteran had formed around her gloved left hand.

Hardly a second passed before the limb lashed out, her sword slicing so cleanly through the man's neck that there wasn't even a spray of blood from either part of the sever. In the same instant the woman launched her barrier outwards, the men in the restaurant transforming from well-dressed gentleman into purple-skinned incubi as the construct came into contact with them.

The following battle was so one-sided that it could hardly even be called such. Demon after Demon rushed at Eris, who cut them into pieces one after another until she was surrounded by severed limbs and bisected foes. Once it was all over, which didn't take particularly long, the woman allowed her energy blade to disperse and knelt down to pick up the still-twitching initial Incubus's head by the hair. "Was it worth it?" She questioned, not giving the Demon a chance to respond before coursing so much energy through the detached skull that it exploded rather than simply disintegrating.

The main part of the conflict now complete, Eris took a moment to survey the battlefield, her face as grim as ever. Akane flinched when her senior's gaze swept over her, figuring that Eris's barrier had taken out her own, but the woman didn't appear to notice her presence. 'My barrier...held out against a Huntsman's?' Awe filled the red Hunter, although it was diminished somewhat by the fact that she was still stuck in the door.

At the same time, on the other side of the entrance, the scientist posed for her final picture with her discovery, setting her hand atop the thing in a somewhat possessive manner as the shot was snapped. Her thoughts idly wandered to how famous she would become for discovering such a major find...she could already see the paychecks flowing in like water through a broken dam. She was about to become rich, and it was all thanks to this creature beside her. A sudden rush of happiness filled the woman, inspiring her to lean over and kiss the growth beside her right atop one of its lumps. She noted with some satisfaction as she drew away that her lipstick had left a distinct impression on the creature's skin and turned back towards the ever-growing crowd that had gathered around the entrance to The Lunar Lily.

"Ms. Redwood, may I ask you some questions about your discovery?" One of the news correspondents that had arrived to document the occasion stepped out of the throng, tentatively holding her microphone out towards the heeled scientist. "Yes, of course." The now-named Ms. Redwood replied as a grin spread her unnaturally red lips.

"In that case...first of all, have you already decided on a name for this creature?" "As a matter of fact, I have. I dub it the Pink Uworaller." "Pink...Uworaller?" "Yes, that's correct." "Uh, alright then." The correspondent waved off the strange name and moved on to the next question.

"Do you think this animal will be a threat to humans?" "While I have yet to study it in quite so in-depth a capacity, the strong scent of hot dogs that it emits leads me to believe that the Pink Uworaller is an ambush predator that mimics scents of food around itself, meaning that large specimens that live in cities such as the one we have here might cause casualties." "Is the zip tie around its mouth there for that reason?" "Why, yes, I placed that there to ensure it didn't attack anyone. It seems quite docile towards me, but I have no desire to risk the lives of others." Luckily the rest of the original crowd had already returned to their own lives by this point, so no one was around to dispute her overly-virtuous claim. Newfound admiration sparkled in the interviewer's eyes while she continued.

"Does the Pink...Uworaller...have any ability to move on it's own?" "No, similar to other ambush predators such as the Venus Flytrap, the Pink Uworaller possesses no limbs that allow movement." "How do you think it got to where it is now?" The lady scientist scoffed at the follow-up and pushed up her glasses with a finger in the coolest manner she could manage.

"I believe...it teleported."

"T-tele...teleported!?" The female's mouth gaped in surprise at the unexpected response, only growing wider as the lady gave a confident nod. "Correct. It is the only explanation for how such a creature would appear where it has." The admiration in the woman's eyes had completely faded in a little over two sentences, but Ms. Redwood refused to be discouraged by the reaction of a single person.

"I-I see...well, I think that's all the time we have for..." The news correspondent abruptly trailed off as the doors to The Lunar Lily flew inwards, the creature zooming through the opening and disappearing out of sight when the swiveling frames forced the doors back into place. One of the people witnessing the interview who had been standing near the door rushed forward, holding the door open and allowing the camera to film what was inside, which was...nothing. The restaurant was totally empty and, if all the dust on the flooring and furniture was any indication, hadn't been in use for a long time.

"The Uworaller...it's gone!" A collective gasp came from the gathered audience, although Ms. Redwood appeared utterly unsurprised. "As I said, it teleported."

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Leanne sat upright as her room's door opened, turning towards the entryway with a greeting prepared only to realize that no one was there. Any thoughts about the autodoor being broken were quickly dispelled, however, as Akane suddenly manifested inside the fairly spacious quarters with a uterus that didn't look nearly as floppy as usual. "'Sup?" The woman casually greeted Leanne while the door shut behind her, moving closer and holding up her swollen sack with both hands. Leanne couldn't help but notice that the area of the Hunter's hanging meat closest to her labia looked unhealthily squashed, yet her hunger prevailed over her concern.

"Is that food? Please tell me it's food." Her enthusiasm for nourishment caused Akane to chuckle. "Yep. Welcome to Akane Express, may I take your order?" The former schoolgirl gave a giggle at Akane's words as the woman reached down to remove the zip tie...only to realize she had no idea how to get it off. "Uh...so...do I just..." She picked at the head of the zip tie with her neatly clipped nails, only succeeding at nearly injuring herself. Leanne watched the display with ever-growing impatience, eventually just scooting to the edge of the bed and batting Akane's hand away. "Let me do it, just focus on holding it up."

Without even waiting for the red Hunter's approval, Leanne used one hand to fold Akane's cervix into as small a shape as she could manage while the other tugged hard on the zip tie. Her plan took a rather anticlimactically short time to succeed as the zip tie came sliding right off without too much effort, leaving behind a noticeable line just above the woman's cervix but allowing Leanne access to the bounty hidden within.

She unfolded the womb-shield as quickly as she could manage, shoving her hand into the organ the moment it was accessible and pulling out a particularly soggy hot dog with excitement that completely disappeared the moment she actually laid eyes on it. The lukewarm foodstuff she was holding her hand was covered in a fine coat of ketchup and mustard and dripping with womb juice, looking less like a hot dog and more like something you'd happen across if you tried digging through a dumpster.

'Well...food is food, I guess...' Trying as hard as she could to mentally prepare herself for what was about to happen, the girl slowly brought the former hot dog closer and closer to her waiting mouth. It felt like an eternity had passed by the time the food finally crept through her lips, at which point Leanne took an extremely reluctant bite of the stuff...which turned out to taste pretty okay. It probably would've been gross had it not been for the sweet flavor of the womb juice coating that managed to drown out everything else. Meanwhile, Akane had already wolfed down one of the drenched sausage sandwiches and was fishing around inside her uterus for another.

The pair spent the next half an hour eating all the dogs Akane had blatantly stolen, their bellies stuffed by the time all twelve of them were gone. "Ah, that sure hit the spot!" Akane declared quite happily, merry laughter erupting from her throat as Leanne struggled to keep all the food down. "U-ugh...s-so full..." Her line was punctuated with an ominous burp, the girl lurching over as the noise escaped her mouth. If Akane was at all concerned by Leanne's current state, she didn't show it. Her mind had already drifted towards her still-empty bank account. "Oh, right." The red Hunter slammed her fist into her open palm as she remembered her words from that morning, already formulating a plan to get rich quick while Leanne was trying as hard as she could not to vomit.

End of Part 3