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The perfect Trap (Naofumi Pegasus-taur TF)
🕑 Added 2025-09-02 21:00:05 +0000 UTCThey call me many things.
“The Flying Doom.”
“Crimson Talon of the Demon Sky.”
“Bird-Bat-Breasted Menace” — rude, but technically accurate.
But to the rest of the demon realm, I am simply Lady Fotia, Vampire Harpy General of the Demonlord’s Grand Army.
A noble. A tactician. A woman of refined taste.
Granted, I’m not the physically strongest among His Dreadship’s lieutenants. I’m not some brutish hell-ogre pounding walls with my fists or barking like a warhound. No, no—I fly. I scheme. I command.
My magic is subtle and precise. I can curse a battlefield before the first sword is drawn. I can read formations from the clouds like sheet music. And when I swoop in with my claws extended and my fangs glistening... oh, how the humans panic.
Their blood is mine to taste. Their leaders are mine to enthrall.
I’m a menace and a half.
And I know it. Everyone knows it!
Humans and demons have been at war for... what is it now? Decades? Centuries? Does it matter?
They keep resisting.
I mean, sure, I suppose I understand. A little. No one likes being conquered. But come on, how many of their cities need to burn before they take a hint? Would it kill them to just surrender gracefully for once?
Apparently it would.
And now... now they’ve cooked up a new plan.
A summoned hero.
Someone from another world entirely. Apparently those are all the rage now.
Haaa... I remember the last one they summoned.
Burned half our front lines. Nearly collapsed Fort Sable. Ruined my favorite cliffside spa. And then poof! Gone again before we could even dissect what made him tick. Ugh.
This time? Oh-hoh, not a chance. This time, I’m ready.
It was a simple idea, really. Elegant.
You see, their ritual magic works by locking onto a "suitable soul" and yanking it across dimensions. What they don’t realize is that it’s easy enough to hijack that soul’s landing point...
With a little clever work and a lot of mirrors.
So, yes.
They summon the hero... and I re-summon him.
Riiiiight into my Prison of Infinite Depth.
Ah, my pride and joy. A cell carved into obsidian stone, suspended above a ravine so deep even light gives up on reaching the bottom.
Each castle in my little floating archipelago surrounds it like vultures around prey.
No bridges. No ladders. No human could possibly escape. No thing could escape, for that matter.
Not without wings.
And guess who controls the skies?
Exactly.
My talons clicked gracefully against polished black marble as I strode into my chambers at the top of Castle Nocturne, one of the larger keeps in my domain. Velvet drapes. Night orchid perfume. A chaise lounge built from dragonbone and smugness.
Today had gone beautifully. Honestly, if I’d known how satisfying magic-hijacking could be, I’d have done it sooner.
All that ritual coordination though... ugh. My skin was feeling parched from all the ambient rune heat. I deserved a soak.
That’s when I heard the knock at the door.
“Lady Fotia,” came the voice of one of my guards through the door, muffled but urgent. “The ritual interception succeeded. We’ve confirmed a new... heroic prisoner is secured.”
I smiled.
Oh, how I smiled.
“Excellent,” I purred. “Let’s see how long this one lasts in the dark.”
With a satisfied sigh, I stepped into my personal bath chamber and waved a hand. The tub began filling with steaming lavender-salt water.
Let the humans panic. Let the Demonlord praise my genius. Let the hero rot in his unbreakable cell.
I had earned my beauty soak.
But just as I was about to unstrap the third buckle on my chestplate and finally let my feathers breathe, another knock.
Not a dainty knock. Not a respectful knock. It was the kind of knock that said “Hi, I am about to ruin your entire evening.”
“WHAT.” I growled, adjusting my gauntlet and stomping back toward the door.
The guard outside sounded... frantic. That wasn’t like him. I know any guard that works here from voice alone. He was usually the quiet one with the square jaw and impressive sideburns.
“L-Lady Fotia! The prisoner—he’s escaped! He’s headed for this tower!”
I blinked.
Paused.
Tilted my head slightly.
“...Excuse me?” I asked, in the tone of someone who just watched their perfect plan get kicked directly in the fangs.
He had to be mistaken.
“The hero?” I repeated slowly. “The one who was just summoned, with no equipment, no allies, no level-ups, no context for this world, and who I personally dropped into a magically sealed obsidian prison over a bottomless void?”
“Yes, my Lady!” he yelped. “Exactly him! Well… should be him at least, but there is no way he is level 1. He even has gear and…”
I stared at the still closed door for a long moment.
Then I calmly walked back to my bath. The tub was half full now. Steam was rising. The lavender salts were just starting to activate.
“No,” I said. “No, he’s mistaken. That’s impossible. That prison has iron bars reinforced with cursed runes, gravity inversion wards, and an anti-flight dome. The man should be down there reflecting on his mortality, not climbing towers like some kind of narrative-accelerated lunatic.”
I was about to return to unbuckling when—
CLANG.
Grunt.
A very unpleasant grunt.
Then...
“So your leader’s in there?”
An unfamiliar voice. Male. Slightly irritated. Weirdly... calm. Too calm.
That’s when I felt it.
Terror.
Not the fun kind of terror I dish out at dinner parties. Not the flustered kind when a spell backfires and your left wing catches fire in front of the Demonlord.
No.
This was new.
Primal, Irrational, Full-body, vampire-harpy panic.
I backed away from the door slowly, hands raised slightly like the door might explode.
“No no no no no,” I whispered. “This doesn’t make sense. He’s level one. LEVEL ONE. Do you know how many level ones die to stairs in this world?!”
“Guess I broke the rules then. My bad.”
KABOOM!!!
The door exploded open, revealing a human in its place. He had messy black hair, a fancy green set of armor, a small shield on his right arm and a gaze so powerful it would probably even make his evilness the demonlord take one step back.
“Eeeep!”
…I swear I didn't let that out on purpose. But… but… who is that guy?!?
“The name is Naofumi Iwatani.” He spoke, calm as can be, taking menacing steps forward, one by one. “I am guessing you are the one who summoned me here, right?”
All I could do was gulp.
“Then let's have a nice long talk about that prison you just stuck me in!”
“AEEEEHHH!!!!”
I dashed and jumped out of the window. This guy is bad news. He is so bad news. I don't know what he did or how he did it, but he broke out of my impervious prison cell and climbed the castle?!? No human can do that! He has to be a monster! I have to get away from Castle Nocturn! It sucks to give it up, but there is no way I can stay there with that… thing there!
…I don't think I have ever fluttered so ungracefully in my entire life. Holy crap that was scary. At least now, getting a bit further away from that place, my heart finally has a chance to beat normally again. Calm down a bit more again.
I crash-landed into the courtyard of Castle Obsidian with all the grace of a chicken dropped from a rooftop. Feathers everywhere. One of my wing-joints cramping. And my Dignity scattered to the wind.
“L-Lady Fotia?! Are you injured?!”
Several guards rushed toward me, weapons drawn, eyes wide. Good boys. Always ready for a fight, if only they had any clue what was really out there.
“No, I’m fine,” I huffed, brushing dust from my feathers and standing up like nothing had happened. “But something very dangerous is now lurking in Castle Nocturne. Something... unprecedented.”
They blinked at me.
“What kind of something?” one dared to ask.
I turned slowly to face him.
“The kind that kicks in magically sealed doors.”
That shut them up.
The interior of Castle Obsidian was less fancy than Nocturne, but cozy in its own way. More stone. Fewer wine fountains. Still, it would have to do as temporary command.
As I made my way through the halls, servants scurried, guards whispered, and I could feel the creeping shadow of embarrassment trying to catch up with me.
Just then, Advisor Krelos emerged from the main corridor, robes fluttering, clipboard in hand. He was a lean demon with four horns, bad posture, and a passion for strategic charts. I didn’t hate him.
“Lady Fotia!” he bowed deeply. “We received word of your urgent landing. What’s the situation at Nocturne?”
I didn’t slow down.
“Temporarily occupied,” I said coolly.
He stopped walking.
“...By the hero?”
I stopped too.
Turned slightly.
“Do I look like I’m in the mood for clarifying rhetorical questions, Krelos?”
“N-no, my Lady.”
Good.
I sighed dramatically and gestured for him to follow.
“Castle Nocturne is compromised. I don’t know how he did it or what he is exactly, but that hero broke out of the Prison of Infinite Depth and climbed up into my throne room like a narrative speedrun glitch.”
Krelos adjusted his glasses.
“That... shouldn’t be possible.”
“THANK YOU, KRELOS, VERY HELPFUL.” I rubbed my temples. “...though I dont blame you. I had the exact same reaction until I actually met that monster face to face a minute ago.”
We reached the war table room, still dusty, but serviceable. I turned to him with authority.
“I need time to think. For now, treat Nocturne as enemy territory. Evacuate any staff still alive.”
“Understood.” He bowed again, face pale.
“Send word to the other advisors. Tell them we’re holding emergency council at Fort Nightshade. This situation qualifies as a... situation.”
“A crisis, my Lady?”
“I said what I said.”
“Of course.”
As Krelos scurried off to dispatch the other generals, I turned to the remaining guards in the room.
“Raise the alert level to maximum. No one gets in or out of this castle without my permission. Shields up, eyes sharp, wings fluffed.”
They saluted in perfect unison.
“Yes, Lady Fotia!”
That should have felt good. Normally it does feel good.
But... somehow... as I stood there in my backup castle, surrounded by loyal troops and reinforced walls, I still felt it… that same creeping dread.
There was a THUMP.
A deep, echoing one. Like someone had hurled a boulder into the courtyard.
The kind of sound that makes your feathers puff up instinctively, like your body knows something’s wrong before your brain catches up.
I froze.
No one else heard it, apparently. Or they were too afraid to react. Which, fair.
Slowly, very slowly, I crept to the window. My talons clacked on the floor like drumbeats of doom. I peeked over the edge.
There was a crater in the courtyard.
A crater.
Like something, or someone, had slammed into it from high above.
But the middle was... empty.
No body. No weapon. No wreckage.
Just a smooth, smoldering divot.
“Nope,” I whispered. “No no no, not again, not already—”
Then came the knock.
At my chamber door.
Not pounding. Not aggressive. Just... firm. Confident. The knock of someone who knows they’re already inside.
“...Come in?” I don’t even know why I said it. It just slipped out. My brain had completely checked out.
The door opened.
There he stood.
That monster. That nightmare. Naofumi Iwatani.
Only...
He was different now.
His armor was torn, and his pants were practically shredded. His legs were no longer human at all. They were now powerful, thick, horse-like limbs, ending in heavy hooves that echoed with each step. And his figure...
His hips had flared dramatically. His chest... was very much chest-ing.
“Well,” he said, that same maddening calm in his voice. “I guess I should thank you…”
CLIP-CLOP.
“…Thanks to you, I finally figured out what leveling up with my shield in this world really achieves.”
He took another step forward.
CLIP. CLOP.
Every impact sent vibrations through the stone. Through my bones.
“Are you ready to have a talk now…”
“Fotia, the Flying Doom?”
He said my name. My full title.
And that was it.
Something deep inside me snapped like a cheap broomstick.
I had to go.
NOW.
“AEEEEHHH!!”
I bolted. Didn’t even try to dignify it. Just yeeted myself out the window again, flapping frantically.
“UPUPUPUPUPUPUP!!!”
It was the only direction I knew he couldn’t follow—upward!
Probably.
Hopefully??
I spiraled into the sky like a feather duster in a cyclone, gasping for breath and sanity.
“HOW?! HOW DID HE GET HERE?!”
Fort Obsidian is literally two hundred meters below Castle Nocturne. And at least a hundred meters east! Did he JUMP?!
WHO EVEN JUMPS THAT FAR?!
He’s not a hero.
He’s not human.
He’s a flying centaur horror story in the making!
This is bad.
This is SO bad.
I’m losing castles like they’re sandals in a wind tunnel!
Two castles… gone.
Gone to the horse demon.
I don’t even know anymore!!
WHO IS THIS MONSTER?!?!
…
You know what?
I’ve always hated flying upward in a hurry.
The wings catch too much drag, the angle is awkward, and the wind is never cooperative. But today? Today, I was eternally grateful that flying up is such a pain.
Because there’s no way that monster could follow me into the sky. Right?
RIGHT?!
My flight path to Fort Nightshade wasn’t exactly graceful. More of a zig-zagging panic spiral. But I made it relatively safely.
…If you don’t count the emotional trauma.
I crash-landed again (I’m sensing a pattern), wheezing and out of breath. One of the guards approached, probably about to salute, but I stormed past him like a bat out of hell.
“Emergency!” I barked. “Move!”
I ascended the spiral tower, feathers trailing behind me, and shoved open the meeting hall doors.
At least half the advisors were already there. They all turned, faces pale and grave.
Good. That meant they’d already been briefed. I wouldn’t have to waste time explaining—
“We have a situation,” I began, trying to sound like I wasn’t three seconds away from throwing a chair through a window.
“A terrifying monster of a hero has—”
“FOUND YOUUUUUUU!!!”
KABOOM!!! CLIIIIIRRRRRR!!!
The entire window behind me EXPLODED, shards of glass raining across the hall as a figure came crashing in, silhouetted by moonlight.
She landed directly in the center of the massive round war table.
With perfect balance.
With dramatic flair.
Like a final boss in a JRPG.
Naofumi.
Or—wait. No. Not Naofumi anymore.
This was... something else.
Something feminine.
Her armor had shifted again. It was sleeker now, with intricate glowing patterns. Her boobs were, frankly, outrageous. Easily on par with mine. Possibly bigger, which I’m not okay with.
Her hips could shatter weak-willed demons. Her hair was longer now, wind-blown and majestic like a shampoo commercial from hell.
Her ears wer longer, furred. Almost animalistic. And worst of all...
Between her curvy hips and her upper torso...
There was another segment.
A NEW segment.
A quadrupedal, powerful, glistening horse half complete with giant, pristine, feathered white wings that gleamed like divine punishment itself.
She was a flying horse-esque monster now.
And she was looking right at me.
I made a noise.
I don’t want to talk about it.
It was high-pitched. It echoed. Someone probably mistook it for a banshee.
“AAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
Without thinking, without blinking, I turned and hurled myself out the second window.
Another crash. More broken glass. More ruined furniture.
I was getting really tired of flying through windows.
As I spiraled into the night air, wings flapping in wild disarray, I could hear the faint echoes behind me—
The cracking of wood. The sound of hooves. And just barely…
CLIP. CLOP. FLAP.
OH NO. SHE CAN FLY NOW.
I screamed again.
I didn’t even care anymore.
I dove through the night sky like a bat on fire.
Destination: Fort Borderwall.
Functionally useless. Primarily a supply checkpoint. One of those places we only keep staffed so we can technically say we still control that region.
But who cares?
It’s far. That’s all that matters.
Far from Castle Nocturne.
Far from Fort Obsidian.
Far from Fort Nightshade, may it rest in pieces.
Far from her.
I didn't look back until the third kilometer.
And even then... I hesitated.
I was sure, super sure, I could still hear her. That rhythmic Flaping of massive wings echoing just behind me.
But when I finally turned my head...
Nothing.
No Naofumi.
No flapping wings.
No hoofbeats.
Just clouds and the pale moonlight.
I slowed my flight, eyes scanning the darkness below.
“...Where did she go?” I muttered, my voice barely a whisper over the wind.
I flew in a wide circle. Then another. Then a third.
Still nothing.
I hovered in place, completely still, talons tense.
The air was too quiet.
No birds. No wyverns.
Just that awful, empty silence.
“She was right behind me,” I muttered again, eyes darting around.
“I heard her. I heard her. She landed on the war table like a final boss, she had wings now, wings! Did she… no follow me? It can’t be!”
But the sky stayed empty.
No flash of green armor. No glowing shield. No glowing boobs.
Eventually, after ten minutes of aimless, paranoid circling, I gave in.
“Fine. Fine. She’s gone. She probably exploded or leveled into a different plane of existence or… I don’t care.”
I turned and angled myself downward, wings aching from all the stress.
“I’ll head to Borderwall. It’s remote. Quiet. Filled with... boring logistics demons. Maybe there I can get five minutes to formulate a plan without some magical monster-lady crashing through a window.”
A beat.
“And maybe,” I muttered, “I’ll finally go five minutes without jumping through one myself.”
I soared off toward the far southern cliffs, Fort Borderwall just peeking over the horizon.
Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling…
Like something was watching me.
Or worse—
Planning something.
Maybe I should’ve looked first.
That’s the thought that crossed my mind the moment my talons touched down in Fort Borderwall’s main plaza, just like I’d done a hundred times before. Same pattern. Same routine.
I didn’t even check behind me.
Because I was stupid.
Because I was tired.
Because for ten glorious seconds, I actually thought...
She was gone.
But then I heard it.
CLIP. CLOP.
The sound that now haunts my dreams. That dreadful, echoing, percussive rhythm of death.
“How about,” came the voice behind me, smooth, confident, dripping with righteous menace.
“...we end this pointless cat and mouse game once and for all?”
I froze instinctively, but—shunk!
A shield materialized in front of me. Two more appeared to my left and right. Then… five hovered into position above, glowing with holy energy.
A trap.
She had trapped me.
“No...” I whispered, spinning slowly.
And there she was.
Naofumi.
Or... whatever she was now.
Her transformation was complete.
She stood tall, towering, even, her upper half still humanoid, feminine, terrifyingly beautiful.
Her boobs were absurd. Vast. Unfair. Like some cruel joke sculpted by divine irony. Her hips flared wide and proud, supporting a lower body that was no longer human by any definition.
Four powerful hooved legs, thick with muscle and fur, gleamed under the moonlight. Her entire lower half was a majestic, pristine horse-body, white as snow.
And from her equine flanks protruded massive angelic wings, feathered and divine, stretched outward with radiant authority.
A Pegasus-taur. Yes. That was the only way to describe her.
A Pegasus. Taur. Hero. Monster. Goddess. Hybrid. Horror.
Her shield glowed, the same energy pulsing through the ones surrounding me. She was the one trapping me now.
There was no escape.
No window to jump out of.
No tower to flee to.
No reinforcements.
No plan.
I fell to my knees.
I couldn’t even tell if it was because I chose to… Or because my legs finally gave out in sheer, unfiltered terror.
“I-I… I YIELD!!!” I screamed, hands thrown up in surrender, wings drooping pathetically.
“I apologize for everything! For the prison! For the summoning hijack! For the insults! For the spell I might have cast on your underwear! PLEASE don’t kill me!”
I collapsed fully, feathers everywhere.
“Please don’t destroy any more of my castles! PLEASE!!! I’m running out of real estate!!”
And there I was.
The Flying Doom.
The Crimson Talon of the Demon Sky.
Lady Fotia of the Demonlord’s Grand Army...
...begging for her life in the middle of a supply fort plaza, kneeling before a magical pegasus-centaur girl with bigger boobs than me.
What a day.
Naofumi’s reaction, however...
...was not what I expected.
“I’m not here to kill you,” she said plainly.
I blinked.
“And I’m not interested in destroying your castles or forts, either.”
Another blink.
She stepped forward. The shields around me shimmered once, then vanished like fog. She held her now-unreasonably elegant horse-body with all the poise of a warrior priestess. Her hooves didn’t even scuff the stone as she walked.
“Actually,” she continued, “I think your plan was... kinda brilliant. Abducting the hero before they can get strong? Very effective.”
...
“Huh?”
That’s all I managed to say.
My mouth moved again, but no sound came out.
Was I hearing this right?
Did she just compliment me?
“Don’t get me wrong,” she added, “it sucked being in that prison, but strategy-wise? You’re not wrong. I’m kind of impressed.”
I just... stared.
Wide-eyed.
Wings slack.
Absolutely, cosmically confused.
And then she dropped the real bomb:
“I’m a hero from another world. I was summoned there, became strong, did the whole deal. I’d much rather be back in that world than here.”
“Wait,” I croaked, “...so you don’t want to help the humans here?”
“Nope. Not my war.”
She smiled—genuinely smiled—and extended a hand.
“So how about this? We work together. You help me figure out how to get home, and I don’t wreck your castles, chase you across the continent, or make you scream through any more windows.”
I stared at that hand like it was a loaded crossbow.
But I mean... what choice did I have?
“Deal!” I blurted, practically jumping up to shake. “You got yourself a deal, Missus Hero Pegasus Horse Lady Ma’am!”
I may not know the first thing about dimensional travel. But if those annoying humans managed to summon her here, then I’ll absolutely figure out a way to kick her back where she came from. With elegance, of course.
We started walking toward Fort Nightshade, which felt way less terrifying with her beside me instead of bursting through its windows like a divine wrecking ball.
The moon was still high. The air was calm. My feathers were only moderately frazzled.
And that’s when she turned to me and asked:
“Hey, Fotia. Do you know why I turned into... this?”
She motioned vaguely at her equine glory.
“Like—I don’t mind staying like this for a while. Honestly, it’s kinda fun? But I’d really like to get my original body back someday.”
I stopped in my tracks.
Very slowly, I turned to her.
“Wait. You mean to tell me... That wasn’t on purpose?!”
She looked just as surprised as I was.
We both stood there in silence for a long moment, the wind gently rustling our hair and feathers.
There were, as it turned out... a lot more questions left unanswered than I expected.
And somehow, I had a feeling...
…this was only the beginning.
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The truest horror is a capable hero chasing an underprepared villain. Pollstory for July
