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<h1><center>Welcome to //Apotheosis//. </center></h1>This is a game of interactive fiction. It starts with your death and introduction to the afterlife. Your journey may take drastic turns depending on your choices. How it will end depends on the choices you make! You may end up a slave, a nobody, a monster, a king, or, if you are very lucky, a god.
This is an adult game that involves all sorts of horrible things. You probably shouldn't play it. You definitely shouldn't play it if you aren't legally allowed to do adult things.
If you'd like to see what sort of things you might wish you had known you were getting into before starting here are the [[Trigger Warnings and Fetishes|Trigger Warnings]].
As is the nature with CYOA games, the length or depth of paths can vary greatly. If you are curious about which paths are the longest or have the most complexity you may click [[here (Spoilers!).|PathGuide]]
You can view the endings you have found by clicking the "Past Lives" button in the menu to the left.
@@color:green;If you are already familiar with this work or its previous author,@@ [[please read this letter.|Credits]]
[[I Understand, I'm an Adult, I Want to Play!|EStart2]]
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<<endsilently>>They're defeinitely getting bigger. And more sensitive. Every day they take up more of your hand and she moans louder as you squeeze them. She's definitely getting a full dose of the process, just like you, and it is turning the both of you into young gods.
The euphoria you constantly feel at how strong, alert, and quick to react you are is something your sister obviously shares. Your makeout sessions get a lot more intense with how confident you both feel and it's only a few more days before you go all the way.
There's no decision beforehand, no announcement, you just keep going where you paused before. As you lie naked on her bed you roll on top of her and assume the position. Her smile is all you need to see before you start. As your throbbing rock-hard cock enters her you feel a sense of satsifcation and accomplishment, not to mention the physical joy of it. You understand in the back of the head why it's calling scoring. And then you lose the ability to function on a higher level and just start plowing her.
She encourages you, she demands more, then screams for more, and then she's just screaming as you plunge into her and back out and back in over and over. You've completely lost control, you couldn't stop if you wanted to, thankfully nobody is suggesting that you should. You cum hard and nearly pass out, unused to experiencing such a rush and release.
April isn't done and she appears to be just as high as you from the feeling but a lot more energetic. She rolls over so that she is on top of you and starts riding your cock. Thoughts that you should help out are quickly overcome as she bounces on your dick like a pro, making it your turn to gasp at how good it feels. You're almost exhausted from what just happened and this is just too incredible.
You cum again, just as hard and then you do pass out for a few moments.
"Tommy? Tommy are you ok?" You hear your sister asking as your eyes flicker open.
"Oh yeah babe." You say, your voice seeming deeper and more manly than ever before. "You just kinda rocked my world there." You say with a goofy grin.
"Well that makes us even." She says, her smile matching yours as she cuddles up to you. A few showers later the two of you are sleeing together. You can't imagine life being any more perfect. You've got a hot girlfriend who lives with you and the two of you fuck like rabbits. It's wonderful.
[[And it only gets better when your mom starts to change|GemMM1]]You glance down at the assignment form. The symbols are utterly meaningless to you. The portly man has already turned back to his paperwork. You sit there awkwardly for a few minutes. Then you clear your throat prettily and he starts as if surprised anyone is in the room with him.
"What?" He snaps.
"I uh..." You hold up the form. "Where do I go?"
"Johnson. Johnson you dumb bimbo. Johnson in Six-Bee!"
You pout. "How do I get there?"
<<if $wolf eq "daddy">>"Really?" The man asks, flabbergasted. "Do I have to walk you through everything. Is that it?" He stands and walks around the desk grabbing your hand and pulling you up he walks you out of the office.
"Make way!" He calls. "Spoiled little Doll coming through. Don't distract her she'll never find her way again." A few passing men take the opportunity to glance you up and down as if memorizing you for later. "Now then." This is an elevator." He says to you as if you are a child. "You go in and it takes you where you need to go." Indeed the elevator opens without him pressing anything.
"Now what do we say little girl?"
"Thank you...si..." he shakes his head sharply, apparently you haven't earned the right to address him as a better. "...Daddy?" You finish. Wow these guys like being called that.
"You're welcome my little baby-brained bimbo." He says shaking his head in disbelief that anyone can be so helpless he turns and walks back to his desk, obviously sporting a huge hard on.
[[Off to See Mr. Johnson|JohnsonsDoll]]<<endif>><<if $wolf eq "laughing">>"Oh right, of course, how foolish of me, it's disrespectful really. Let me honor your customs." He moves behind you and with one sudden gesture rips your shirt and bra off. How he did that exactly you can't quite tell but what's more important is that he just stripped you topless. You shriek and try to cover up.
"Oh no my little peepshow, you can't seem to figure out elevators with your top on so march down there with those tits out and you should be able to figure it out." You pause, he can't be serious. "Well, go on! Go before I decide you need your skirt off too!" That gets you moving, you jump out the door, tits bouncing outrageously, hugging the paper with your new assignment on it to your chest, failing to cover it at all.
[[Jiggle All the Way|SextyaryPirateTime]]<<set $clothes = "bimbosec">> <<endif>><<if $wolf eq "veryhappy">>"Oh of course, pardon me my dear. Allow me to escort you." He says happily, standing and walking to you, offering you an arm which you take.
He leads you to the elevator, explaining along the way that the paperwork you are holding will let you in and take you where you need to go. As long as you have an order to be someplace you can enter the elevator without worrying about where to go. He bids you adieu as you get on the elevator
[[Off to See Mr. Johnson|JohnsonsDoll]]<<endif>><<if $wolf eq "stressed">>"In the elevator." He says exasperated. Apparently that's all the explanation you get.
Blinking you stand and head for the elevator. Just as you're about to ask someone for help the doors open. Timidly you step and the doors close and the elevator starts moving.
[[Off to See Mr. Johnson|JohnsonsDoll]]<<endif>>Montana is a very passionate kisser and you can already feel his rock hard cock pressing into you from under his shorts. Likewise Dagget's own monster is all but up your ass as its rock hard head pokes you from under his pants.
You close your eyes and enjoy the kissing and fondling, as you hear two zippers coming undone and now you no longer feel tented cocks under shorts but the real deal, big, thick, manmeat rubbing on your stomach and ass. The sensation and the presence of these two sweaty hunks is enough to get you wet. Montana is very deliberate in his fondling of your tits and Dagget is quite enthusiastic about your ass and the two strong men with big hands playing with your erogenous zones like that is really getting you in the mood.
"Here we go." Montana whispers in your ear. He then bends down and hooks his hands under your knees lifting you up off the ground. Your heels go straight up and rest on his shoulders as he lowers you by your ass down onto his rock hard cock. As it presses against your pussy lips he suddenly lets you go and gravity does the rest, causing you to shriek until you realize you've stopped with his very long, thick, hairless cock almost all the way up you.
His hands are back on your tits and the sensations you feel are wonderful as you realize Dagget has cupped your ass from behind and stopped it there as Montana's cock is plunged deep into you. You are enjoying being bounced just a little on Montana's cock by Dagget's strong hands until you feel Dagget's own, thicker, cock pressing up against your unlubed asshole.
You whimper a protest but Montana's cock has you too distracted. You hear Dagget spit and realize that spit on the head of his cock is all the lube you're going to get. The protesting squeals as he forces his cock into your virginal ass do nothing to discourage him.
From that point on it is a very confusing fuck as Dagget's thick cock stretching out your ass is very painful, but Montana's long cock inside you feels divine. In the end the pleasure beats the pain and you end up being brought to a wonderful orgasm just as both of the men come inside of you.
[[Afterglow|BDwof2]]Julia reaches for the chair and side table and pulls at the air in front of them. As she does so they seem to collapse into her hands, shrinking as they do until there is nothing there. She then lifts her hands up as if placing the items inside an invisible drawer, removes another item and shoves her hand forward. As she does so a rather comfortable bed with white satin sheets and many soft, fluffy pillows with a lace trim emerges into the middle of the room.
"You don't need those anymore." She waves her hand and your clothes vanish. You glance down at your pretty body.
You stretch out in the bed, marveling at how luxurious it feels as Julia talks.
"So far things have gone quite well." She says. <<if $sldx1 eq "passivebadgirl">>"Other than the way you teased poor Matthias. It will be all I can do to keep him from running back home to his farmgirls after all your talk of blowjobs." She shakes her head.<<endif>><<if $sld gte 4>>"But I can't help but wonder about how thoroughly you hypnotized poor Matthias into thinking that our Holy Verses were so profane. He didn't seem to have any idea that he was singing an ode to..." She pauses, not quite able to say the words. "...well, the ode he was singing. It wasn't one of ours." She eyes you, looking a bit concerned. "I'm starting to worry you might be more dangerous than you let on..."<<else>> "I hope you enjoy the next experiment. It may seem a little unusual at first."<<endif>>
<<if $sld gte 4>>[[Act Serene and Harmless|SLDSmile]]<<else>>
[[Oh, let's get to it then!|SLDX2]]<<endif>>You decide that the best course of action is to attack directly. It is simpler than negotiations and after all you are no diplomat, you are a goddess.
You gather your forces and with the assistance of your Marku converts wait until the time is right to strike. You set up camp as close to the clearing as you dare and make sure you have scouts up on all sides to kill any stragglers who may reveal your presence.
The clearing is large enough that many very large tents of gathered Marku chiefs have more than enough room to fit in it. As the gathering commences you <<if $power lte 2>>[[Signal the Attack|SM4Lose]]<<endif>><<if $power gte 3>>[[Signal the Attack|SM4Win]]<<endif>>Krultor leads you across the desolate red plain. He scurries almost on all fours like a vermin. You walk upright with powerful, proud strides. Aerial demons circle above with necks and beaks like vultures, they see you and keep flying. Demons similar to yourself roam here too. They regard you and you regard them. You bellow a challenge and they retreat. You resist the urge to give chase. There will be time for that.
Eventually Krultor and you reach a cave carved into the wall of a high cliff. Apparently this is his lair. He beckons you in and you follow, your eyes seeing perfectly in the dark. He doesn't lead you into the traps that you can see. At least he's that smart.
In the back of the cave there is a small pile of bones, treasures, and magical totems. A summoning circle is crudely drawn into the floor of the cave. This must be how he summoned the servitor that was recruiting for him in the pit. It isn't much at all. But it's a start.
[[Servitors Return]]"Oh I uh..." You're tempted but this isn't your thing. Or at least not right now it isn't.
Regina doesn't pressure you at all, she simply sighs as if sad for the great opportunity you both missed and pulls back from you, giving some space.
"Fine, I understand. Maybe you'll change your mind after the mission."
[[Oh Right, the Mission...|Herald6]]Vishna carefully conveys a lot more information to you before you go. Speaking in your complex codes at least triples the time it would otherwise take, but the security is worth it. When you leave you have the full layout of the ship and a good idea of its defenses in your head.
You reach the docking bay and see Vishna was dead on. The //Prismatic// is a two story luxury cruiser that has been converted into the personal ship of this tentacled demoness. There are a dozen or so rather large humanoid devils standing guard outside. They are wielding high caliber machine guns and flamethrower type weapons. Vishna's plan for this works to perfection. A handful of mercenaries she hired takes a few shots at the guards screaming about bringing an end to the Adversary. While the guards are returning fire you slip past them by climbing up a nearby cargo stack and vaulting over the rails when they aren't paying attention.
Inside the ship things get much darker and much creepier. What was once the living area has been converted into the personal nest of the devil you are seeking. You know she'll be ready for anything that comes after her and so you don't disguise your approach too much.
"I ssssseee youuuuuu" You hear the voice in your head before it hits your ears.
[[Defend yourself|ADFight]]Starting a fight with this bruiser isn't going to get you anywhere. You put your hands up and head off to your car and head back to town. You stop in at Bower's office and find he's actually awake.
"Well, well, wonders never cease." You say to him as you walk in.
"Stow it. You aren't much of a receptionist." He says.
"Thanks." You perch on the edge of his desk and light up. "Say, if I wanted to know which of the guys up in the Hills has a brother that just brought a cigarette company how would I find out?"
"Read a paper." Bower says, tossing one your way.
"Hey this is today's." You say, "You got up all the way to the paper stand?" You say with mock awe.
"It gets delivered." He says with a glare. "But that ain't the one you want anyway." He digs around in a large stack of old newspapers and gives up. "It's Stevenson." He says eventually. "Stevenson, he put out a bunch of ads about how smoking is unhealthy just to spite his brother. Smoking, unhealthy, can you imagine?" He laughs and shakes his head as he takes a drag on his cigarette and a slug of whiskey.
"Yeah, that's a riot." You say. "Stevenson eh? What do you know about him?"
"Movie producer. Unicorn Studios. That's about it, he keeps to himself. No dirt on him as far as I know."
"Thanks." You say. You spend the rest of the afternoon looking over Bower's files trying to find something that would put Stevenson involved in something like what killed Ashley. You can't find anything, you'll have to head in yourself.
[[Get Some Sleep|GDay3]]You awake the next morning and head to the walls of your tower. You place your hands on your temples, flex your magical senses and project your body in raven form through the forest looking for your orcs.
Your heart sinks as you see them marching back to the tower. In the middle of their ranks a very familiar looking sorceress rides on a pitch black steed. She is snarling as she barks threats at the orcs for betraying her. Well. Looks like the mirror was right about their loyalty. Should have seen that coming. She is too distracted threatening her minions to notice your crow form watching her. You notice that she bears a few significant bruises and there is no sign of the ogre. At least your biggest brute was smart enough to try to do this job. Maybe if all the orcs had helped he would have succeeded.
You open your eyes and return your consciousness to your body on the rampart. You know exactly where she is. You look in that direction, imagining in your mind's eye where she is through the thick foliage.
You decide there's no time to waste. Waving your arms in arcane patterns and summoning the demonic energy your body is infused with you let loose a bolt of corrupted green lightning that flashes through the forest.
You hear the bellow of the orcs and the wail of pain that comes from vocal cords identical to yours. You smile ruthlessly.
[[Finish it|vantowerhuntmal]]
[[Stay in your tower|vantowermalfriendhide]]"You're a wonderful fuck." Montana says, kissing you deeply as he pulls out.
"Yes, you are." Dagget agrees as he pulls your hair back and kisses your neck. The two men really know how to treat a girl, other than the anal rampage you just suffered you feel wonderful. Your ass is really hurting though. In fact you wince as Dagget sets you back on the ground and grab your butt cheeks to try to dull the pain.
"Here, go see the doctor." Dagget says. "Tell um you uh, fell on a pole that uh, went right up your ass. And then came up it somehow." He chuckles. You glare at him but that just merits a high five between him and Montana. You wince as you walk into the bathroom nearby and clean yourself up. The pain is such that you agree to go see the doctor.
"See you back here tomorrow babe." Montana says. "I'll be in charge of your exercise for the next week or so. Remember, if you show up in a skirt you're just getting fucked and sent home again. So uh, you know, please do that." He laughs and slaps your ass. This causes an incredible amount of pain but he doesn't seem to be aware of that as him and Dagget have gone back to their sparring.
[[Go see the Doc and go home|BDwof3]]"Ain't no reason to start barking." You say with a smile. "But how about you show me how big that dog is?" You wink.
Muscles isn't as dumb as he looks. "Hey, alright." He says with a grin. He opens the back of his towncar. "Right this way miss." You give him a smile and strut inside.
"Say you know there's something I always wanted to do." He says as he drives you back to the mansion. You notice the name Stevenson on the gate as he unlocks it.
"What's that big guy?" You ask as he gets back in.
"Well the boss always has these girls walking around dressed like you wouldn't believe. Like out of a movie. I mean his parties are something else but he doesn't even let me in the door for those, but these maids he's got. I always wanted to nail one of them. You uh, you wanna help me out with that.
[[You got it|G2Dressup]]"I'm on assignment from the Glove." You say. "I've been sent to determine whether..."
You don't get the chance to finish your sentence. The disintegration ray fires and completely removes your body from existence.
[[Owwwwwwww|SpyJob2]]
<<set $spyjob1 = "zappedbyherald">>When you report to Julia that there are plenty of nice cocks in the barracks but no useful information, she is rather unimpressed. So it doesn't much surprise you when she tells you that having a summoned devil out and about in the world is becoming too risky, and she has to let you go back to the pit.
You try to weasel your way out of it, but she isn't having your excuses. She doesn't seem mad, more amused, and snidely comments that if you hadn't tried to corrupt her spells maybe you wouldn't be losing your spot in this world. You can't really argue that point, and wave goodbye cheerily as Julia undoes the summoning spell and sends you [[back to the Pit|DevilPit]]
Katy wails anew as she sees you leaving her. You remember her stories about what fate had in store for her if she was taken back to hell. She'll suffer that now. You can't feel much pity for the devil, she knew what she was getting into. A thief and a corrupter, you wouldn't be surprised if she deserved every minute of the torture that lies in store. Something pangs you in the back of your conscience, but as you learned in the Coffin, ignoring that is the hallmark of a great spy.
The alien is scrambling under landing gear and through luggage. He's got a bit of a headstart and knows the terrain, but you are faster and better trained. One shot from your weapon blows off two of his side legs and he careens to the ground hard, before he can attempt to get up your knee is on his neck and your gun is in his face.
"Talk." You roar at him. "Who set us up."
"I can't...I can't..." He blabbers.
"I'll do worse." You promise.
"Seven!" He says quickly. "He promised!"
"He lied." You pull the trigger, furious at this would be murderer. You hold him down until his death spasms end then stand up, brush yourself off and head to go find the luck god. It sounds like the he has some things to answer for.
[[Confront Seven|SpySevenEnding]]You've had enough of mind games. If there's one thing you know for sure will guarantee that Seven doesn't make a deal with this devil it's taking his power away. He won't have anything to bargain with and neither will they. Without his protection, an advance squad of the Maker's army can send a drop fortress here.
The gunshot echoes loudly in the closed quarters. A crystal shatters and a bright golden light disperses. The devil is there next to you suddenly, not an illusion but the real thing. For a moment you think she's going to kill you but instead she opens her small mouth wide and sucks the golden light into herself. You pull your gun to bear but she blinks several feet away and laughs.
"You may have stopped me here." She says, obviously not too worried. "But I think I've won." And then she vanishes. She doesn't become invisible, she is simply gone. The shadows that her illusions cast are gone, the formerly invisible object in the corner is now seen as broken crystal from the force of your bullet, and her guards break and run.
You leave the docks and meet Vishna. She doesn't look terribly happy.
"That thing you broke. It had Seven's luck in it." She says, sounding upset. "Without it he's not a god at all. He'll never be one again. He won't be able to keep his casino operating."
"That's no problem." You say. "I'll make sure a drop fortress is placed here instead of it."
She glances at you as if wanting to say something, but then shakes her head and departs. You shrug. Women.
[[Report to Mother|SpyJob2]]
<<set $spyjob1 = "unluckyseven">>You shake your head as you turn away from the golden gates and stroll through the fluffy clouds, away from the large city. Something tells you would not have fit in there. There has to be something else to the afterlife besides law and authority.
<<if $qfreedom eq "yes">>The old man's talk of playing as a team or else you let everyone down doesn't sit right with you at all. His smile didn't reach his eyes. You aren't going to be part of a machine. Whatever is out here, it is better for you.<<endif>> It is hard to tell how long you walk. You don't get tired. You don't get bored. The clouds under you are very pleasant to walk on, and with each breath you feel invigorated and recharged.
That is, until you see something you very much didn't expect. A ship sailing through the sky above you. It is a two-masted ship like an old ocean-going vessel from centuries ago in the history of your world. It flies a blue flag with a white skull and crossed sabers. The people onboard are singing cheerfully, although you can't make out many details.
This is the first, and so far only, sign of other life you've seen. If you want to interact with other souls, this may be your last chance.
[[Let's See What They're About|SkyPirates]]You fold your arms across your breasts, not quite covering them but at least pretending at modesty.
"Explain yourself! Quickly!"
The mirror chuckles, although the features of the mask do not move, it bobs up and down in amusement. "Ho ho, very well." It says. "It will be more amusing to explain your predicament to you. It might even give you a chance, and I do enjoy an ironic end to an upstart sorceress."
"The body you are currently wearing, which I must add suits you very well," You can almost imagine it winking at you, "is a clone of the self-titled Sorceress Queen Malleguarde. She keeps many of them hidden in various places in case she is ever in need of a new body. Hazard of being a Sorceress I suppose." It chuckles.
"You my dear, have crawled from the Pit into one of her clones. I suppose she kept a portal to one there just in case she ever found herself in that place. Which actually is pretty likely now that I consider it."
"Now, and I admit this is largely for my own amusement, I would encourage you to attempt to take Malleguarde's place here in her tower. She's out terrorizing some small village or other and will be occupied for at least a few days. When she comes back the two of you could fight for the right to her title. Oh that would be lovely to watch." The thing says with the tone of a young man getting excited over an erotic movie.
"I should warn you though, I am enchanted to obey the Mistress of this Castle, and if that does not become you then I will have no choice but to put Malleguarde right on your trail when you get back."
[[Oooooh I'm so Scared|VanityCloset]]You return your astral form to your body on the other side of the portal and concentrate hard. You focus on the collective unconscious of the Stedt people, and especially their insecurities and uncertainties.
For that is what the lava spirit is born from. The unease that the Stedt feel as they live in the shadow of their volcano, never knowing if the mountain will stir and strafe their village with molten rain, or if some blundering beast will smash their stone huts or if raiding Marku will pillage them to starvation.
Luck, mischief, temptation, this is the stuff of the lava spirit. You feel your body changing to match their collective unconscious image of it. At the end of the change you admire your new body.
Your hair hangs down to your lower back and is a fiery orangish red, a color you instinctively know will be seen as unnatural among the black-haired Stedt. Your face is fresh, tempting, and pretty, somewhat androgynous. Your build is more female than male, and you have a big pair of breasts and nice wide hips to go with a just jiggly enough ass. Between your legs though, hangs a nice and thick cock. You have no vagina, unfortunately.
Overall you look like a sexy teenaged girl (with a big cock). Your skin is a pale white, like the Stedt people, but fire dances in your eyes and is visible inside of you when you open your mouth.
All your body needs is a name to go with it, a name that mortals will pray to for all eternity.
<<textbox "$dname" "Pyra" "SLS2" autofocus>>
[[Is my name|SLS2]]You order the surprise attack, plow through the satellites and land the troops to attack! Your mothership takes some damage from the planetary defenses but nothing of great consequence.
When you land you catch the world off guard. The planetary defenses gave them some warning, but nowhere near enough. While densely populated, their troops are very low morale, and their high technology is isolated to a few privileged locations. The rabble of the world are armed with primitive automatic weapons that jam as often as they shoot straight. They do not pose much of a challenge for the melting rays of Zajj's rifles.
The emperor of the planet demands to meet you in parlay. He comes wearing an ornamental gold suit of armor and begs you spare his planet. He offers treasures, weapons, and women for your pleasure. You tell him only his complete and unconditional surrender will suffice.
He hangs his head and turns to his attendants and says one word. "Exterminatus." One of Zajj's moles grabs you and tells you that you need to evacuate. NOW! You are about to take his head off when another shows you what that means. The still intact planetary defenses have activated a Doomsday weapon, a kill switch meant to discourage internal rebellion.
Cursing you make it to your aircraft and are high in the atmosphere when the weapons start to detonate. The planet and everything on it melts under the nuclear onslaught. As your mothership orbits the ruin of the planet you make contact with Zajj to see how he fared.
[[Contact Zajj|Warlord]]
<<set $conquest = "exterminatus">>You flip over the hourglass. The moment you do you are gone from //Nirvana//. You find yourself sitting in a comfortable chair in a room that smells faintly of cookies and flowers. In the middle of the room is a spiral staircase made of white marble with a gold banister. There are no other exits.
Well, it seems pretty clear that you need to [[ascend the staircase|Mortal2]].<<set $formerdoll = "yes">>"I'll be all yours." You say sweetly.
"Alright." She says, standing up and dumping you off of her lap, she doesn't let you fall but gently sets you down and slaps your ass. "Get dressed and get out I've got work to do."
"Yes ma'am." You say happily, you start to walk towards your dress when she grabs your arm and pulls you back into her embrace. <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>She licks her lips as she gazes down at your corset popping cleavage and both of her rough hand grab your ass and squeeze it. "All mine?" She asks.
"All yours." You promise, running your hands through her hair and kissing her again. <<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>She spins you so that you are facing away from her, her hands cupping your breasts and squeezing them with a mix of lust and desperation. "These are all mine if I do your dirty work right?" She asks. "No giving them to daddy?"
"All yours." You assure her, wiggling your shoulders to jiggle them in her hands. She moans with needy lust, squeezes them one more time and then lets you go.<<endif>> She slaps your ass one last time and then opens a wardrobe and you see her lifting up a suit of chainmail. Interesting.
You arrive at the banquet. It is outside in the garden, which isn't very well maintained, but there are lots of lavish decorations and arrangements. Your table is far off to the side and you aren't terribly surprised to see you are surrounded by armed guards who are keeping a close watch on you. You smile at them and sip your wine delicately, loving that you are the center of attention.
Tiffany appears later, wearing an even more form disguising dress than she was at breakfast. Anne and Erik make their toasts to each other, promising to love each other forever. Then the feast begins. You eat your food daintily, with the guards flinching at your every movement. You tell them to relax. They don't.
You keep an eye on Tiffany. She is waiting for an opening. After the king and queen finish off their second bottle of wine she stands and walks to the guard captain who is nearby. He hands her his sword. Nobody but you is paying any attention to this. Tiffany strides purposefully to the table and with one savage swing lops off her father's head.
Anne's screams alert the guards and they turn just in time to see the same sword plunge into the queen and stifle her shouts of panic and alarm.
Tiffany quickly steps to the middle of the head table and shouts that she is taking what is rightfully hers and is now the King of this land. This news is not exactly met with disappointment from the servants. Many start cheering her. She beckons to you hungrily.
You stand, smiling at her approvingly as you strut towards the head table. While you walk Tiffany takes her father's crown off of his head and dons it. She is shouting to the crowd, declaring herself the king. She says her father squandered his position, squandered the wealth of the people and his castle and opportunities, but she will not. From the crowd's reaction it sounds like they agree with her assessment of her father's rule.
When you arrive at her side Tiffany grabs your hair roughly and pulls your head down to kiss you passionately and possessively, dipping you low and smothering you with her love. She raises her head, keeping you dipped down below her. "This also belonged to my father." She says, nodding down at your body. "And I will claim it as well." Your surprise at these words is drowned at by the cheers from the crowd as she kisses you again. She straightens you up and places Queen Anne's crown on your head.
The two of you are married the next day. It might not have been formerly recognized as legal, but as the new King Tiffany can make whatever laws she likes. <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>Your wedding dress requires an even tighter corset than your sorceress gown did, as your King insists that you wear at all times around her. You don't mind.<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>Your wedding dress is in the same super-skimpy style as your sorceress gown. Two strips of white lace cross your breasts, and another two cover your crotch and ass, leaving your legs bare. The veil doesn't add much in terms of covering, but your King insists on you dressing like this and who are you to argue?<<endif>>
[[Let Tiffany Rule, Enjoy Being the Queen|EndingLoveConquersAll]]
[[Don't Become Complacent, This is not the End of your Story...|MalCh3]]
<<set $queenmal = "tiff">>
//Unfinished Path - Long Live the Queen//
//Unfortunately this path is unfinished. Click [[Here|Start]] if you would like to start over and explore another path.//
<<remember $UFPTifffun = "yes">>"Something you're having quite a lot of trouble with I imagine." You taunt her. "Finding your powers a bit too stretched I suspect." You expertly dodge the attack that provokes. "No wonder. It's pathetic you haven't figured out yet what's really going on."
You are forced at that point to scramble for your life as attack after attack rains down on you. Dodging invisible tentacles while distracted by visible but fake ones is very tricky and you feel them nearly touching you several times over before you can speak again.
"Your god sent you to die here." You announce loudly. "Whatever schemes you're into he's had enough of them. Sent you to do something you can't handle. Knows you'll never make it out. How does it feel to know you're about to start over?"
A slight sound from the floor nearby is all the target you need. A quick shift in your position and your pistol is raised and you fire.
The illusory demon blinks out of existence as the real one appears writhing about on the floor in front of you. As soon as she is real the darkness and shadows of the ship vanish and you see something else that was hidden. A crystal sphere in the corner, glowing with a golden light. You get the feeling someone is looking for that.
One more bullet puts the demon down for the count. She'll go back to the pit now. Unlike the servants of the Maker, she won't be pulled back into her old body. She'll have to work her way up again. Such are the ways of Hell.
You take up the crystal sphere and go to see Vishna and Seven.
[[Save the Day|SpyWin]]You shake your head at the poor thing. "Pathetic." You say loudly enough for the crowd to hear. "You dedicate yourself to inflicting misery on others. You've made yourself so dull and laughable. So I am going to give you a gift. The gift of being my fuck toy." Laughter spreads through your ranks as you roll the angel onto his back. "Scream my name all you like." You admonish him, giving him a kick before you drop to your knees behind him.
You decide to make this magic especially embarassing. You hold your cock in your hand and then start spraying cum like a firehose. Your cock is barely even hard as an insane amount of semen coats the angel.
As it does it changes him. His cock shrinks and vanishes, his hips widen, his skin becomes a pale blue, the natural color of his kind, outing him as an interloper in the process. His hair you make blonde, long and curly, again just to make him stand out as not belonging here. You give him a sizable pair of tits and an ass to match. You leave the wings, just for the cute little effect it has.
"No! No!" She screams in her new voice.
"Oh yes." You smile. "Now let's give that new body a work out." You pounce on her in a second, pinning her shoulders easily in place you spread her legs and plunge your cock into her brand new pussy.
Her scream is one of shock, she was expecting pain, but instead feels pleasure like she never thought possible. The stunned look on her face as you plow her is almost enough reward for this long journey by itself. She babbles incoherently, pawing weakly at you, you just keep fucking her. You bring yourself to several fun orgasms before she finally gives up. In an instant she is suddenly gone. The poor thing chose to fade to oblivion rather than enjoy herself for a few more moments. You scoff and shake your head, good riddance. He was barely ever alive in the first place.
You turn to the King of Anwar-Kull. He is staring at you, horrified, terrified, in awe. He shakes as he drops to one knee. His soldiers rapidly follow suit. Most of the Anwar on the crowd were already kneeling.
You make your way into the city. Your followers are given the same instructions as before. Those who convert are welcomed into your flock. Most do, readily.
"<<print $dname>>! <<print $dname>>!" You hear as you approach the Ziggurat.
[[Take the Crystal|DLDWin]]You activate your first assignment. From the hologram projector a huge 3D image of your assigned planet springs up. The hologram takes up all three stories of the empty space in your lab and see through your controls you can send the biological samples you grow here directly to this world thanks to the angelic technology that an advance squad of Seraphs planted there.
You have six robotic control devices, four equally spread around the equator and one at each pole. You can use these remotely to give evolution a little boost in the right direction. The world itself is mostly barren rock. As you watch, you see storm clouds forming about the world, and water falling for the first time on the rocky planet. The display projected in front of you shows there is an atmosphere and gravity similar to that of the world you came from back before life evolved there.
Hillary finishes up and waves up to you from her control panels on the ground floor. It looks like the building blocks are all in place and the lab is ready.
[[Get to Work|Clocker1]]
//Unfinished Path - Clockmaker//
//Unfortunately this path is unfinished. Click [[Here|Start]] if you would like to start over and explore another path.//
<<remember $UFPClockmaker = "yes">>
<h1><center>A Happy Ending!</center></h1>It's wonderful to finally find your place in the greater scheme of things. The stress lifts from your soul as you finally relax. All the pressure to be more significant is gone, you have acheived what you set out for and there is no more cause for worry.
You are not a god, but perhaps godhood was never meant for you. You have everything you want, within reason. You are content where you are, and there you resolve to remain.
//You have made peace with the Universe. Though you have fallen short of godhood, your soul has reached its apogee and is content. This story is over.//
<<silently>><center>Want to <<click "Start a New One?">><<script>>UISystem.restart()<</script>><</click>> </center><<endsilently>>As the months go by you have a steady following of drooling men and female imitators. Couples form and find happiness together. Every time you bend over the men remember why they're working so hard. On your 21st birthday you realize through a haze of tequila and weed that you have made this Park a better place.
And then, just as you're having a moment of weakness and wondering if it would really be so bad if you'd let one of these handsome successful young studs score with you, you get called back.
Standing in front of Gloria you breathe a sigh of relief, but instead of chastising you she stands and starts clapping.
"Well done 'Pamela.'" She says with a smile. "You've made that little part of that planet a much better place. Exactly what we sent you to do. Bravo!"
She reaches for her all-knowing rolodex. "Ready for the next one?"
[[Heck Yes Bring it!|MortalJobs]]
<<set $ingenuejob = "finished">>
<<set $tbonus = "heartbreaker">>
<<set $clericjob = "unlocked">>You spend hours and hours training with Greta. She teaches you to use your wings to jump into the air quickly, to truly fly, and to dive. Three dimensional close quarter combat is an extremely difficult skill, but you show a wonderful aptitude for it, impressing Greta with your instincts several times.
After a few hours you have a small crowd gathered around you. Greta is all smiles, thrilled to have an actual competition on her hands. The women watching are solidly on your side, cheering you on, although they don't call you anything beyond "Newbie" for the joy they will obviously get out of never letting a squad captain forget she got beat by a new recruit on her first day. You can tell there is a very strong camaraderie between them.
Eventually though, Greta feels the need to put the chants to an end and solidly trounces you. As you fall flat on your back for the last time you see her hand offered to you. "Truce?" She asks warily. You nod, thankful for the break and are pulled up.
The other Valkyries swarm you, patting you on the back and congratulating your instincts and skill. An argument breaks out about which of the many weapons you should take up as your signature.
Greta explains that in the Valkyrie tradition, each woman picks one weapon as her signature, a weapon she specializes in and never lets leave her side. And now that you've had a chance to try them out, you must pick yours.
[[Consider your Options|ValkWeaponPick]]You walk through the entangled bodies of your people, smiling as they enjoy each other. You notice the women tend to be especially thrilled with their men, and you pause to watch one couple to see why. As the man pulls out you notice his cock has taken on stoney qualities to go with his new skin and muscles. Small ridges of rock outline his cock, giving it a pleasant friction when it slides in and out of his woman. You grin at that, apparently your earth blessing had more consequences than you intended.
You follow the scent of magic from the bonfire and find a small hut near the outer edges of town. There is great power in the one who resides here. You enter, pushing aside the hide curtain that acts as a door and see man inside, alone.
You are a bit surprised to see that, most everyone else is coupling up. This one is young, scrawny by Stedt standards (still very muscular by yours) and has long black hair that hangs in dreadlocks around his pale face. His skin is much more changed than the other Stedt you have seen, rather than a a toughness and rocky texture he has pieces of stone jutting out from his flesh at various intervals. He glances up at you and smiles. "Goddess..." He says in a voice like grinding gravel.
"My gifted one." You respond. You hold out a hand in front of you and he comes forward so that you may inspect him. The power pulses from inside him like a lighthouse, clouding out the fact that he is relatively unattractive.
"You have given me power." He says gratefully. He raises his arms to his side and the walls warp, creating more space around the two of you.
"I have offered power to all, you have simply accepted it." You say happily watching him demonstrate his skill. "And I have come to offer you something more." You smile and run your hands down to his crotch, naked, his stony, craggy cock feels very solid in your hands. "I am not just the Earth Mother after all..." You purr in his ear, reminding him you are the fertility goddess as well.
He grins triumphantly as he hears this.
[[Make the Earth Shake|CSK2]]
<<set $cundababy = "shaman">>
<<set $power += 1>>You take a deep breath, and a deeper drag of your cigarette, and an even deeper gulp of beer, and dedicate yourself to being the sexiest, most desirable, impossible to get girl in this trailer park.
Soon the boys are all over you. It's very hard keeping them off. But you make sure they understand you respect yourself and will not let just anyone touch you.
Amazingly, they start working harder. They keep jobs. They clean themselves up, they disapprove of the men who don't respect women and their elders around you just to impress you. Galaxy Trailer Park slowly becomes one of the nicest places in town.
One day though, there is a newcomer. A family has just driven in from Canada and set up house here. Their daughter is a total bombshell and has a body a lot like yours, curvy and delectable. The boys start to pay attention to both of you now, fighting for a chance at either of you.
[[Hey, Less Pressure on Me, Party On!|Ingenue4]]
[[As Pretty as Me? Something is Wrong Here!|InvestigateIngenue]]You are sucked into the tube and the next thing you know all is white around you. You have to close your eyes to avoid the pain of being blinded. You feel your body growing and reshaping around you, in what is becoming a bit too familiar.
And then you plop down on a leather couch just like you had sat down at the end of a long day, only a little harder. You open your eyes and take yourself in.
You're a skinny teenage girl with pale skin, and curly blonde hair down to your shoulders. You are wearing a rather trashy style of makeup, very short cut off shorts and a pink halter top. You have roses badly tattooed on your upper right arm and a belly button piercing. You are wearing four inch wedge heeled sandals and you see there is a cigarette dangling in your right hand.
"Classy." You mutter as you take a drag and find that you really like it.
[[May as Well Take This Seriously|Ingenue3]]
[[Half Ass This, These Poor People Don't Matter|TrailerEnd]]This is your first meeting with one of the local mortals. They do not appear very different than humans that you remember from your life, except for being about a half a foot taller, having prehensile toes, and the fine layer of fur that covers most of their bodies. You pull back the mask of your supersuit and go to meet with the shaman.
The shaman's fur is a greenish grey and he wears simple and functional clothing. The only thing that marks him as special is a bronze and turquoise headdress that looks almost like a crown.
Stone has walked over with you, nodding and smiling at the locals, no doubt thinking they are impressed with him. The shaman, however, holds out a hand when he seeks to join the two of you. "My words are for this one alone, Angel Captain." He says firmly.
<<if $jug4 eq "gg">>Stone shrugs but calls out to you, "Remember no blowjobs until they earn it." You blush. There goes any chance this local will take you seriously. <<endif>><<if $jug4 eq "hbic">>Stone looks like he is about to protest this, but you shoot him a glare and he shuts up and busies himself palling around with the seraphs while the reorganize after the fight. <<endif>>
The shaman takes you into the jungle and the two of you walk until you reach a small waterfall. He leads you along the edge of the lake, <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>you stumble in your high heels but he takes your hand and helps you walk behind the waterfall and into a cave. You thank him, though you feel embarrassed. You're supposed to be saving this world not needing help walking on it!<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>you use your suit's powers to walk directly on the water and make the waterfall part for the two of you as you walk into a cave hidden behind it. The shaman seems impressed.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>You follow the shaman, walking as nimbly as he does thanks to your perfect body control, despite the fact that one of you has opposable toes and has lived here all his life, and you are walking in skyscraper heels and have never been here before. The two of you walk through the waterfall and into a cave behind it.<<endif>>
It is dark inside the cave, but you sense it is supposed to be a spiritual place and refrain from using your suit's powers further out of concern that doing so might be disrespectful. He beckons you to step into the middle of the cave, where a small opening in the rock ceiling above causes a thin beam of light to shine directly on you.
"You came to us with a purpose, Metal One Not Quite a Woman." The shaman says as he looks on you. "But your role is deeper still. You are not as you are, yes?"
It takes you a moment to realize what he could be referring to. "I am...no, I am not as I am." You admit, part of you wondering what his motivation is, part of you relieved to discuss it after acting like a happy angel girl around the seraphs.
"You have done our planet a great service. Perhaps I can return the favor." He says, musing. "When our young become grown we perform a ritual to bring them into adulthood. One for the young men, one for the young women. Perhaps these rituals can help you find your place?" He asks.
"Maybe..." You say, after what you've been through anything is possible.
"The Angel Captain he does not want to leave you here. He has many uses for you. You are like a woodsman's favorite axe to that one. He will not want to leave you behind." You open your mouth to agree but he continues. "I will lead your angels to the devil chief. He seeks to hide but his magic makes him easy to discover. If you wish, when we celebrate the devil's defeat, I can secret you away and perform a ritual on you in gratitude."
[[That would be wonderful!|SJRitual]]
[[No, thank you, I don't have permission to do that...|SJGoodGirl]]
//Unfinished Path - A Bust of Chrome//
//Unfortunately this path is unfinished. Click [[Here|Start]] if you would like to start over and explore another path.//<<remember $UFPBustJugg = "yes">>
As if on cue, the air around you feels clammy for a moment before a servitor appears. It looks like a living statue, made to resemble Krultor's skeletal form.
"Four souls, master." It bows and vanishes. Krultor cheers. Four creatures barely evolved above lemures appear in its place. They have started on a similar path to you, but chose service over the path of carnage you followed. Just as well, you don't need your minions too independent.
Krultor sees your look and addresses the souls. "Minions, bow to your master" he points at you, then blinks as he waits for you to introduce yourself.
You think for just a moment. "<<print $wname>>." You say simply. It sums you up well enough. The four lesser demons kneel to you. You grin as you imagine the battles you can get into with an army at your back. Perhaps you can even challenge the lords of this place for their spots. And then march into the worlds above...your vision flashes red.
[[We Go on the March|FuryNomad]]"Interesting." You say thoughtfully, your eyes narrowing as you take it all in. "How?"
"Come with us, we'll explain." They say, walking deeper into the facility you come to what looks like an old subway tunnel, which they hop down into and start walking. After assuring you that the subways are all long since out of juice, you hop down to join them.
The walk is pretty long, but you chat along the way. You learn that conditions here are harsh, but the men and women that have banded together are all very skilled and resourceful. Doctors and tacticians and builders are all working to keep everything stable and healthy for all, despite the constant scramble to keep things together.
You ask what the threats to the survivors are, and are not surprised to learn that they are mainly environmental. A lot of the natural resources are poisoned or irradiated and come in short supply. A lot of energy is also needed to power the device that keeps the cosmic beings out. Finally, there is a lack of unity within the survivors that sometimes makes things unstable.
The current leader is a rather mild mannered man named Dalton who always caves to pressure, which is one of the reasons he got elected leader about a month ago, everyone figures they can boss him around. Things aren't going to stay stable for long though, everyone seems to agree Dalton isn't strong enough to lead through any real crisis, he's just a compromise pick.
Hearing of problems that can't be solved through killing and arousing seems a bit weird to you after your recent experiences, but it is a bit refreshing.
"Well, we're here. Let's get you a room."
[[See what's Available|FalloutRoom]]You spend a few weeks getting your nerve up, and hoping he'll try something first. But it seems that no amount of accidentally dropping things and bending over to pick them up right in front of him, accidentally smooshing your boobs into him, or even accidentally spilling water on his crotch and dabbing it off can provoke this man to get interested in you. Finally you have no choice but to be direct.
"So uh Mr. Johnson" You say one day, twirling your long pink hair in one finger idly. "I was thinking maybe instead of double-checking the math on last year's turnip requisitions we could.."
"Ms. Candy as you know perfectly well any request for a deviation from the schedule must be approved by the Director in advance, fill out form 702 in triplicate if you wish to request a rescheduling or not previously scheduled activity."
You huff slightly and wonder if this is even worth it.
[[Give up|JohnsonWin]]
[[Embrace Bureaucracy!|Johnsonsex1]]The Marku are not united as a people. There are many different tribes that are constantly fighting for control. The thicker jungles near the mountain tend to be inhabited by the tribes that are fleeing before larger alliances and looking for a dense forest to hide in. In other words, they have no real means to resist your conversion march.
The Marku are a lovely people you decide as you see them. They are lightly tanned in their coloring and their hair, while as black as the stedt, is silky and smooth where the Stedt tends to be thick and clump into dreadlocks. They are smaller on average than the Stedt, but also show more variation between the different tribes than the Stedt do as a whole. The men tend to be nimble and lithe and very skilled with bows, blowguns, and other weapons suitable for fighting in the thick trees. The women are lovely and graceful and quite protective of their families.
Over the course of your first week, you travel through the foothills, converting small communities to your worship, and gaining several additions to your traveling band of Marku men and women. What small pockets of resistance you do find are very easily crushed.
It is difficult to restrain your Stedt followers at first from killing and raping. After all you are here to convert, not slaughter. The instinct of your primitives is to raid and pillage and take wholesale.
You realize you will have to teach your people about the benefits of unity.
[[Teach of Love - All who Worship you Should Enjoy Life Together|CundaFaith]]
[[Teach of Merit - A Goddess Deserves the Best of all Lands|CundaMerit]]
[[Teach of Fear - Your Command is All that Matters, and you Command Unity|CundaFear]]<<if $firstlaw eq "love">>Having given your peoples a lot of motivation to work together, you notice a dynamic change in the attitude of your followers. Hate is replaced by love, or at least lust, and they work together like never before. Your power grows.
<<endif>>And so your procession continues through the jungle, converting small Marku tribes along the way. After the second week however, you start noticing more organized markings and tribal boundaries. You learn from your new converts that you are approaching the territory of what is currently the largest coalition of Marku tribes.
You learn they have no one true leader and thus the alliance is tenuous with several different chiefs ready to claim leadership the moment they feel they are strong enough. There is a large clearing a few days away where they will meet in an effort to cement their alliance. It will be by far your best chance to influence the Marku as a whole.
You see two ways to handle this. One would be to attend the gathering and speak to the assembled Marku, to insist on being given leadership over these divided peoples. It would result in the least bloodshed and make your gathered forces stronger. Looking beyond the Marku, the Anwar of the flood plains will pose a significant challenge. They are devout servants of the maker and will not change their ways easily. If you can convert the Marku peacefully, you will have a larger force in the future.
On the other hand, there is no guarantee that such a peaceful ploy will work. You may simply end up giving them the enemy they have been looking to unite against and having your troops right next to theirs in terrain they know much better will put you at a significant disadvantage. There is less risk in simply attacking the convention, catching the assembled Marku off guard, and killing the strong leaders so that you are the only one left.
<<if $fbaby eq "yes">>But before you can make this decision you [[go into labor|qbaby]]<<else>>[[Attend the Gathering|CundaPeace]]
[[Attack the Gathering|CundaWar]]<<endif>>You watch the lights vanish as the transport back to the surface leaves your station and begins its ascent through the inky darkness of the hadal zone. They had to send the transport for him. He didn't work out. He kept trying to help you. But you aren't that kind of broken. You turn back to your duties, glad to be alone again.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]A smaller person clings to you tightly. You've just pulled them from harm's way and they are agonizing over how close to death they came. You have never met before, but you feel the need to tell them everything will be alright. And as you say it, it sounds true. This time.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You are walking in the downtown area of a large city at night. There has been a power outage. Seeing the place in pitch blackness is surreal. The quiet is eerie. A passing police car with the sirens on jogs you out of your reverie.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You swim up to your friend happily. He turns to face you and the two of you move towards each other, and then without speaking both of you veer in the same direction and move deeper into the ocean, fins moving through the water you were born in with well practiced ease.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]A young man and woman are laughing loudly as they climb a fire escape up the back of a brownstone. The ladder breaks and they go tumbling down to the trash covered alley below, their descent barely lit by the streetlights at either end of the tight little alley. They rise, completely unharmed, laughing even more boisterously than before. They have no regrets.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]Your music starts. A slow and sensual love song that has young hearts racing and old hearts smiling. Elegant people sit finely dressed at lavish tables, silently and respectfully their eyes are on you. You smile, eyes sparkling with true joy, letting them know you love them back as your hands caress the microphone stand. At exactly the right moment you lean in to the mic like you are dancing with it. With closed eyes your soft, soothing voice sings words of stoic love and loyalty to the quiet crowd. Your words give them something to aspire to, and to long for. They worship you.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]Your mother is telling you about how your father used to dance. It's the only thing she ever talks about in the few moments that she remembers who she is. She is old, weak, run down, and depressed. She fingers a light silver chain around her neck as she speaks. She reaches for strong liquor. You don't have the energy to stop her anymore.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You open your essence to the magic that is whirling around you, and you give it your corrupt blessing. Your lips pull back from your sharp white teeth and you close your eyes and exhale happily as you feel the euphoria of the demonic change sweeping over you.
<<if $sucbody eq "prettygirl">>Your external appearance doesn't change dramatically, other than the swelling of your breasts. You can tell from the look on Julia's face they are growing much larger than she anticipated and you feel them drooping heavily on your chest, big enough to sag down over your ribcage now. You can feel the internal pressure from the milk your breasts are happily supplying and the need to have it relieved causes you to become woozy.
Still, while your external features don't change much, you are not the same at all. Your demonic nature has crept much more into your being and you can feel access to the raw power that much of Julia's initial chaining spell deprived you of.
You open your eyes and exhale deeply, happily. You reach your hands up to your chest but find you are unable to squeeze yourself. Julia grins. "Side effect of the spell. I don't want you sitting there playing with yourself. You'll have to rely on others to milk you."
"Will you then, please?" You say breathlessly to Julia, fluttering your eyelashes. Your seductive magics are working hard on her, but the Archmage is able to ignore them.
"No." She says. "I have hired help for that. "Let me send you to them."
She snaps her fingers, and you [[are suddenly elsewhere.|Supermilkyfarm]]<<set $sucbody = "wetnurse">><<endif>><<if $sucbody eq "sexygirl">>You've already tampered with Julia's magic before, giving yourself this gorgeous, ultra-feminine body. This gives you access to a strong amount of demonic essence, and the effects of it clashing with Julia's spell are rather spectacular.
You feel a powerful reaction as your entire body feels like it is on fire. It is all you can do to avoid screaming for the first few moments, but then the pain overwhelms you and you let loose a primal shriek and writhe on the bed as Julia looks on in alarm.
Your countenance shifts, becoming even more beautiful somehow. Your features, while painting-worthy before are now the stuff of legends when it comes to the perfect ideal of feminine beauty. Despite this gorgeous face you hardly look human anymore as two large horns sprout from your forehead, curling around themselves in a feeling that drives excruciating pain through your skull until a pair of large ram's horns sit heavily to the side of your face. You don't feel any change, but as your hair falls in front of your face you see it is now a pure white.
Your body strengthens as bestial muscles grow in your arms and midsection and legs, supporting your much more voluptuous figure. Your breasts swell out almost absurdly, so filled with milk you feel as though your skin is about to burst. Your nipples are rock hard from the constant pressure and you can see the veins in your large, jiggly breasts as you glance down at them in shock.
A sharp pain from your lower back announces the growing of a long, thick cow-tail complete with a tuft of fur at the end of it. Matching white fur springs from your forearms and lower legs, which precede another shriek of pain from you as your feet twist around themselves and harden to become hooves.
You are gasping to catch your breath and look up at Gloria with pleading eyes but she is glaring back strenly at you.
"I should strike you down on the spot." She practically spits at you. "All you have done is corrupt and ruin my spells. At least I got some use out of you." She looks you up and down. "I cannot undo this. Your magic is too powerful. And sending you back to the pit would be too much reward. I cast you out, demon whore." She says with scorn in her voice.
"Get you to the wilderness with the other beasts." A quick series of words bursts from her mouth, not musical but guttural this time. Before you can react you find yourself [[elsewhere|CowGoddess]] <<endif>><<if $sucbody eq "shemale">>You've already tampered with Julia's magic before, giving yourself a cock. This gives you access to a strong amount of demonic essence, and the effects of it clashing with Julia's spell are rather spectacular, and painful.
The moment her spell ends you are screaming in pain, clutching your head in your hands before they are shoved back by the growth of two large, sharp horns that spring from your forehead, jutting upwards at an angle like a bull's. They do not stop growing until they are nearly a foot and a half long.
A sharp pain from your lower back announces the growing of a long, thick cow-tail complete with a tuft of fur at the end of it. Matching white fur springs from your forearms and lower legs, which produce another shriek of pain from you as your feet twist around themselves and harden to become hooves.
Your cock feels like it is being dipped in whirling razor blades as it reshapes itself, growing longer and thicker. A pair of nice thick testicles also grow behind them, falling heavily on the bedsheets as your features shift.
Your face and body remain feminine, and indeed you find your breasts swelling with milk just as Julia's spell was intending. The rest of your new features, making you look like some sort of feminine minotaur, are certainly not what she intended.
You are gasping to catch your breath and look up at Gloria but she is glaring back strenly at you.
"I should strike you down on the spot." She practically spits at you. "All you have done is corrupt and ruin my spells. At least I got some use out of you." She looks you up and down. "I cannot undo this. Your magic is too powerful. And sending you back to the pit would be too much reward. I cast you out, demon beast." She says with scorn in her voice.
"Get you to the savage country with the other barbarians." A quick series of words bursts from her mouth, not musical but guttural this time. Before you can react you find yourself [[elsewhere|GladiatorSexCow]].<<endif>>You move towards the symbol of the sea monster. As you get closer you see tentacles. Lots of tentacles. Lots and lots of tentacles. You feel yourself being drawn to the symbol faster and faster and when you touch it you feel the sensation of massive amounts of water flowing over your monstrous body.
You are a kraken, a beast of the depths, an octopus-like terror with many, many tentacles. You are lurking deep in the depths because the surface dwellers have been sending their ships more and more across the waters and scaring all of the fish down here. Jerks.
You decide to give this monster a few suggestions, specifically suggestions on how it can make sure that human ships avoid this part of the ocean. Smashing them up only makes the monster hunters come. No, no, a more accurate approach is needed.
[[Try it out on this naval ship!|Capricorn2]]Your beastmaster is summoned. He typically does not take part in loot and pillaging, prefering to stay with his animals in the desert. But he comes when you summon him. He is an rough old man who hates speaking, but he bows to you in respect.
"Beastmaster, I need two collars and chains, and a hot brand." You smile. Your new pets squirm against you as if they're going to run but you tighten your grips on them.
When he returns with heavy iron collars and chains you order him to assist you in holding down your new pets and chaining them up. They struggle adorably but soon the two former nobles are wearing thick metal collars with heavy chains attached. The other end attaches to the arms of your new throne, but you are strong enough to undo them and use the chains as leashes if you choose.
"Now for the branding." You choose the male first. "All of my animals are branded. It will keep you safe from others who might wish to claim you," That seems to relax him a little, "And guarantee you are returned to me should you get lost and wander off." That seems to make him nervous.
You hold him over your lap so that his bare pale little ass is exposed to your beastmaster who applies your lion-eye brand to him. He screams and struggles and begs and cries but it just makes you wet.
You repeat the process with his sister. When you are done they sit on the floor in front of you pouting up at you tenderly avoiding applying pressure to their branded side.
"There, now you are properly my pets." You say with a smile.
No doubt this nomad queen has many fun activities planned with her new pets, but you feel yourself slipping back to [[Limbo|Zodiac]].You feel the skilled little tongue of the male finding your big clit very quickly and he laps at it like a thirsty little puppy. "Ohhhh yesss." You moan. "You know your place." His sister is kissing at your lips hesitantly, but you grab her hair and pull her up roughly.
She squeals as you set her on the arm of your throne and pull her face into your chest. "Here for you." You say.
With one hand on the young man's head and the other on the young woman's you crush them to your clit and chest respectively. They suck and lick you to a heavenly state until you allow them to stop.
"Well done." You say in approval as you hold them to you. They cuddle at your side as if counting on you for protection. At that moment a squad of your warriors comes into the throne room. They see you and laugh, shaking their heads.
"Should have known the Lioness would already claim her spoils." They congratulate you. "They look lovely."
"Indeed." You say, petting their heads. They look terrified of these warriors, clinging to you tightly. "Bring me the beastmaster."
[[More|LeoBG3]]"Airman Plowman?" You say. "Do the names of all earth men rhyme?" You open your eyes wide and bob you head cutely as you step up to him and run your hands over his chest. "Why what sort of suit is this? It makes you feel so large!" You emphasize the last word in a very sexual way.
"That's how earth men are sugar." The actor says in a I'm-too-badass-to-be-seduced tone. "Now you let me out of here and back to my rocket."
"What a fool I would be to do that." You say, leading him gently to the window ledge and having him lean back against it. "There are so many questions I must have answered. I am so curious to know more of you." You start unbuttoning his jacket. The actor glances over to the man in the monocle who motions for him to let it happen. "Oh Mister Airman your body is like a rock!" You gasp and rub yourself up against him wantonly. "I bet you are hard all over you..." Your hands grab for his cock.
"Cut!" The man behind the desk yells. You step back blushing a little. "I uh, think you may have what it takes Miss Stardust. I'll want to see an audition in wardrobe though. Come back at four o'clock. Get the next one in here."
Looks like you passed the first step. You head out and come back [[for your next audition|G3Audition3]]When you return to the lot you see it is very quiet, only a few cars left. You doubt this is really for an in-costume audition. Well, not for a movie role in any case. You smile, looks like you're on the right track.
When you enter again you see the man with the monocle and the white suit inside, the waiting room empty. "Oh, Miss Stardust, good, you were the only one who qualified today. I'd like you meet someone."
He beckons you to follow him into the back and there waiting for you is a man that matches the photo you saw earlier of him in the newspapers.
"Oh yes, she'll do just fine." He says, glancing you up and down. "Hello young lady, my name is uh, Alfred." He says. Liar. "My friend here says you may have what it takes for a more exclusive film I'm putting together. There's quite a lot of money in it, would you be interested?"
You notice the man with the monocle has excused himself, like he couldn't wait to stop being involved in this. "Why sure, you really think I'm good enough?" You gush, playing up the naive young starlet all you can. "I'd love to."
"Perfect, come this way please we'll head off to the uh, set and take it from there." The two of you head out the back door to a waiting car. The chauffeur is waiting up front and seems to be purposefully not getting a look at you as he takes the two of you up the winding roads to [[the Stevenson mansion in the Hills|G3Stevenson]]You are counting money. There isn't enough. There is never enough. You bury your head in your hands and wish desperately for the end of this misery.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You hear a screech of tires and a loud collision. You jump to your feet and run to the wreck, without thinking you pull an unconscious person from their car and get them to safety. The EMTs tell you you saved that person's life. You are called a hero.
Many times throughout your life, you will doubt yourself. At those times you will look back on this moment and tell yourself that this is who you really are, that when you act without thinking you are a good person.
As the years go by it becomes harder to believe.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]Grackle nods. "As you wish." He says simply, watching a few small, chipmunk like creatures play about in the hedges. You shift to make yourself comfortable. He seems very relaxed, and deep in thought.
"I thought it wasn't my choice." You say eventually.
"Hmm?" Grackle asks.
"My body. Della said it was the form I needed to work with mortals."
Grackle laughs and shakes his head. "I haven't yet decided if the Maker's will isn't being filtered properly or if the Maker is mistaken. Thankfully us Advocates aren't bound by those archaic customs. I think you are ready to hear why."
[[Listen to Grackle|Advocate2]]<<set $adbody = "female">>Julia has summoned up a series of glass beakers, decanters, and various other Enlightment-era chemisty devices and appears to be filtering and testing your milk. You watch the process from your bed, trapped there by Julia's spells but able to move about otherwise.
The pressure in your chest was greatly relieved by the farmers and their skilled hands, but you feel it building back up again. You try to squeeze your breasts to give yourself some relief, but cannot seem to do anything.
Julia smirks at you. "Someone shouldn't have messed with my spell." She says condescendingly. "You'll be counting on others to drain those udders, sweetie." She doesn't seem to concerned about doing it anytime soon and turns back to her research.
"Well, it looks like you produced an enormous amount of milk. Unfortnately it's, how shall we say, slightly demonic. Can't imagine how that happened." She spares you a glare.
"Still, that's a simple fix." She intones another spell. As you watch, unable to move again, a bright cloud forms over your head. As she sings her magical spell large snowflakes fall from the light cloud, each looking like a large crystal. They are so beautiful you almost don't notice how much they hurt as they touch you. They must be condesned holy water, they burn as they melt and you scream in pain as they keep falling and falling.
"There." Julia says, closing her book happily. "That should keep your essence in check little Miss Demon Milk." She smirks at you once more. "Let's try this again..."
Another round at the farm and you are once again back in front of her. This time she declares the experiment a success and your boob milk completely safe for human consumption.
Julia sounds proud of you. "The spell will work." She closes the spellbook and it and the podium vanish, with another wave of her hand the entire chemistry lab does too. Where does she keep all this stuff?
Julia crosses over and sits next to you on the bed, you are apparently forgiven for your misdeeds thus far. She runs a hand through your hair and smiles at you in a familiar way. "So, my pretty little milkmaid." She grins at you. "You need those tits milked and I need you to start being a bit more useful around here." You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Just so happen there's a way for both of us to get what we want..."
[[Oh, what's that?|JuliaJob]]Seven isn't hard to find. In fact he's much easier to find than usual. His office is in the middle of the casino, on the top floor. He takes the form of a portly human, typically wearing very expensive clothes. Oddly there are no guards at his door. Nor are there any security devices. You shove the door open.
His desk, large and resplendent, covered with the green felt of a pool table, sits empty. The walls are covered with pictures commemorating jackpot wins and flashy spaceships and pictures of him with the galaxy's most glamorous women. But the man himself is nowhere to be found. Until you hear a shivering sniffle.
Your eyes narrow and you move to the photo it came from behind. You rip the digital image down, revealing a secret hiding spot behind it. There is Seven, curled up in a ball, looking as despondent as a 'God' can be.
But you aren't in the mood for pity. "You tried to have me killed." You say. "You've been dealing with devils. You won't talk to the Maker when he extends the olive branch. Tell me why I shouldn't do things the hard way." You pull the trigger, knowing full well the chamber is empty, but having it click on an empty chamber makes the God squeal and start talking.
"Because I..." He pauses. You pull the trigger again, knowing there is one more empty round before an actual bullet comes up. But something goes wrong and the gun skips a chamber aand one of the Quartermaster's orange-tinted god-killing bullets blows his head to pieces. Huh. That's never happened before.
You would say something witty, but who would hear it?
[[Get out of dodge|SpyJob2]]
<<set $spyjob1 = "deadseven">><h1><center>Mother Lizard</center></h1>//Several months later...//
You rub the soft scales of your bright green, very swollen belly happily. You feel very content. You can't imagine why you were so concerned with espionage and the business of gods so recently. You have children to raise. Eggs to lay. You are so lucky to have a strong mate and a safe world to do it on.
Unklangor's ancestral mansion is one of only a dozen or so structures on his species' home world. It's a massive, sprawling affair with rooms that resemble caves and stately ballrooms and everything in between. The planet itself is mostly swamp and you are forbidden from walking outside the mansion grounds due to the number of very dangerous native species. You find it very cute how protective your man is.
You stay there for the rest of your days, loving your mate, laying his eggs and raising his young. Your tail has grown up fully now and is indeed considered very large and appealing. Unklangor always goes straight for it when he comes home after long trips, and it always leads to him holding your tail up while he bends you over and deposits his sex in you. Your cock remains but is vestigial, you have no use for it and your mate certainly doesn't either. Your long black hair is curiously unchanged, marking you as unique among the lizard people, but you do not mind it. Your servants enjoy playing with it and styling it. You live out your days as a happy egg layer, loved by your gigantic family and responsible for bringing many great lizardpeople into the world.
You are marked as missing in action in the Glove's manifest. Your disappearance is never solved.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingMotherLizard = "yes">>The poor woman needs to relax. She's so tense. So preoccupied. You snuggle closer to her and when she looks at you you snake one arm behind her head and hold her lightly as you press your lips against hers.
She freezes at first. Her small hands make fists on the satin bedsheets and you can see her eyes widen in shock. You can also feel her getting aroused, your attuned senses able to tell when people are stimulated near you.
She's afraid of this. You need her to understand she deserves a pet like you, and deserves to enjoy every minute of it. You kiss her gently for several long moments, not minding at all that she barely responds. Your other hand creeps up her robe until you squeeze one of the little apples on her chest and find her nipples poking out like little diamonds.
"Relax." You purr as you break the kiss and stroke her hair. "You work so hard. You do so much good for your people. Let me reward you..." You appeal to her ego and she results are what you expected, she does indeed relax. She feels she deserves this. You just had to give her a little nudge.
She is no longer tense as you crawl past her and down to her legs, she doesn't stop you as you spread them and rub your hands up her robe, squeezing her thighs lovingly. With a smile at her you then put your face between her thighs and start exploring with your tongue.
Her clit stands out like a beacon to your senses, it's tiny, surprise, surprise. But your skilled tongue doesn't have any issue getting it engorged. When you hear her moan you can smell her getting wet and slide your finger into her slit. She's very tight, and you get the feeling she isn't used to being treated like this. Poor girl.
You feel your throat getting dry as you twirl your tongue and finger her. When she finally relaxes enough to let herself cum you eagerly lap up the juices she shoots out, feeling your throat soften and letting out a happy moan as you drink her down. Then you lap at her pussy for a few moments as she comes down, remove your head from between her legs, fix her robe up and crawl back up the bed to snuggle with her.
Julia puts her arm around you and pets your hair as she lies there in a daze. She obviously isn't sure what to say. You don't force her to talk. You get the sense she is quite overwhelmed, so you pull the blankets up over her and snuggle up at her side as she goes to sleep.
When she wakes up she is all business, acting as though nothing happened. She pulls out of your cuddly embrace and goes about setting up the next experiment. You can't help but smile. She'll realize she deserves you as a pet someday.
[[The next experiment|SLDX2]]You keep a tight grip on the stranger's hand, to make sure he or she does not slip away as you get the distinct feeling they wish to do.
Once you are inside and the door is closed you lean up against it. "I'm Jezabelle." You make up the name on the spot. "Who are you." You hold out a hand in greeting.
The figure regards you for a moment, the lip curls up a little in an aggressive manner, before they sigh and take your hand gently. They lean forward and kiss your hand, then tenderly roll your hand over and kiss your palm on so gently, and then kiss your wrist as well.
They then pull back their hood. The face you see is as androgynous as you could possibly imagine a face to be. It is both pretty and handsome at the same time, feminine and masculine and neither and both at once. The olive skin tone is uniform and he or she has very beguiling green eyes. Black hair that is just a fraction of a shade darker than your own is pulled back into a tight ponytail.
"I am Kali," they dip formally in greeting.
"Well it's just a pleasure to meet you." You say warmly, taking Kali's arm and leading them to the loveseat to sit down. "Where are you from exactly?"
[[Chit chat|Kalitalk]]You slide your slimy body into the pool and feel yourself being sucked in. It's like a black hole, the moment you touch any of it your entire being is instantly reduced to almost nothing as your form is devoured by the pool.
For a moment you fear you've fallen for some sort of trap and you'll spend the rest of existence stuck in a state of near nothingness until whatever monster has you in this cage decides to make use of you. You even have time to idly wonder how long it will take before you are tempted to reach Oblivion. But almost the moment after that you suddenly go through the reverse process.
If anything it's even more disconcerting to go from a speck of nothingness to a full body, especially one that you are so unfamiliar with.
You find yourself in a small room. Cold stone is touching your feet and hands as you are on all fours. You look up to see thick black hair covering your eyes and as you pull it back you feel a weight on your chest and a lack of weight between your legs that signals your new gender.
You rise to feet and see a huge mirror dominating the opposite side of the small room. In the reflection you see yourself. You see the lovely, cruel face that you saw in the water, framed by a wild mess of long thick black hair. You see very pale, flawless skin. You see a naked body with delightful curves, pleasantly largely breasts, and modest but noticeable hips. As you are taking yourself in the mirror speaks!
"Yes, yes, you are the fairest." He says in what sounds like a bored voice. "I...wait a minute."
A face appears in the mirror. It looks like the 'cry later' drama mask, bright green, floating in a black sea. The mirror is no longer reflective.
"Oh this is rich." It chuckles. "I told her that hiding the portal to her clone bodies in the Pit was a horrifically foolish idea. What's crawled into one of her clones now eh? Are you an animal? A devil beast? Some very very lost soul?" It chuckles in delight.
"I'm not sure what would be more amusing. If she finds out about this or if she never does."
[[Uh oh, sounds like I need an explanation, quickly!|PanicMirror]]
[[Ignore the trick mirror|VanityCloset]]<<silently>>
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<<endsilently>>"Be careful." You call out as the party enters the Tomb.
From the outside it looks like a simple stone cairn, as all dwarf tombs from the time were. The King's tomb isn't marked in any special way, just the first of many ways the dwarfs tried to keep their treasure hidden.
Of course, this one hasn't been really 'secret' for ages. The hidden caverns below stand wide open, large enough for the group to walk two by two. <<if $elfbonus eq "fighter">> Kristoph and Johnny take the lead, with Haroldsen in the middle, and you and Bosco guarding the rear.<<else>>Kristoph and Bosco take the lead, you in the middle, Haroldsen and Johnny behind.<<endif>> <<if $elfbonus eq "vamp">>There is an expected amount of 'accidental' rubbing up against you.<<endif>> Grave robbers have picked the cave areas clean, but again, this is just a distraction.
Haroldsen shouts directions to the concealed entrance to the actual Crypt. <<if $elfbonus eq "thief">>You constantly "remind" Haroldsen of the way to go as he holds the blueprints, but you have them committed to memory, and your memory seems a lot better. You find the door easily and use the mechanism you've committed to memory to open it easily, pretending to follow Haroldsen's instructions.<<else>> It takes a rather long time to find the concealed entrance and even longer for your mage to get it open.<<endif>> The false cave wall rumbles open, revealing the carved stone tunnels of the Crypt itself.
[[Enter the Crypt|Cleric5]]"This is a real problem. A real conundrum, a head scratcher, yessir as far as puzzles go this is a doozy." The man mumbles to himself as you follow along beside him. He leads you through various hallways until you arrive in a fairly secluded part of the Arena. He pulls you into what looks like a small command station, maps, various gadgets, and thick books of various no doubt quite important data fill every shelf and surface.
"Okay Juggs sit down." He commands. Without thinking you obey, perching on the edge of a chair and crossing your legs. "Nice." He says. "Stand up." Again without thinking you obey, standing straight at attention. "Beg."
"I think that's going a bit far Sir." You say quietly.
"Yeah, you're right." He nods and gives you a 'worth a shot' grin. "So, how are we going to solve this problem. First, let me explain what exactly our problem is. You're really hot. The men are going to want to fuck you. They get really worked up killing demons and there aren't always enough female ones left to rape afterwards. The Maker doesn't permit men to lie with men, so the troops down in the trenches are always horny. Always."
"Now see, I know you're a man, so I can't fuck you." There is way too much regret in his voice. "But the others probably can as long as we don't let on your secret. Hrmm. Yes. Combination shock troop and trophy. That could be a good look for you." Apparently he doesn't seem to want to give you much say in this.
[[Follow Orders, for Now|JuggTrophy]]"I accept this," you say, holding up the secret letter. Robinson holds up his hands to take it back but you drop it in a nearby fire. "I had to destroy it at the end of reading. Sorry." You turn and walk away, regretting that you don't have a pair of awesome sunglasses to put on as you do so.
"Sir?" A man dressed like a butler approaches you as you exit the arena. "Perhaps you'll be more comfortable in this?" He holds up a tuxedo and some shiny black shoes.
You grin as you step behind a screen and change. Yes, this is going to work out just fine.
[[Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept It...|SeraphSpai2]]You return to your mothership and order the devil moles to take you to the forge world.
When you approach you see massive fires burning, clearly visible from space, and even some explosions that you can see from orbit. The fighting is intense!
Your mothership lands not far from the smoldering ruin of Zajj's. The mole demons and your devil soldiers pour out of it and attack the high-tech humans from the moment they land. Overhead smaller aircraft engage in dogfights and strafing runs. The entire planet is caught up in an insane fight.
Thankfully your troops are pretty much completely intact due to nuking the holy world. The fresh reinforcements turn the tide and break through the heavy bunkers of the Forge World. The fighting is incredibly fierce, but after weeks of hard combat you are victorious.
After taking a brief moment to relax and enjoy your victory, Zajj and his devils get to work rebuilding the great forges. Without the trade from the holy planet, many of the resources necessary to sustain this operation are in short supply.
[[Consider your Next Move|Starmercs]]Julia weaves her magic about you and your form shifts. You are short for a man and appear quite innocent with a youthful face and slender body, although you are most certainly an adult. Your hair is short and blonde, your features are more cute than handsome, and your rear has just a little more curve to it than a boy's should.
Julia grins. "Oh yes that will be just his type." She waves her wand again and you find yourself clothed.
Your pants are a pure white, very tight, somewhat stretchy silky material that hug your legs and the noticable curves of your ass distinctly and show off your substantial package. Your shoes are a vibrant blue booties with silver buckles, and you are wearing a matching blue codpiece. It is quite large, but not moreso than necessary. The backstrap of the codpiece runs between your ass cheeks, lifting and spreading them rather uncomfortably, and certainly drawing more attention there. Your shirt is the same tight, white, stretchy silky material as your pants and a vest of the same blue as your boots and codpiece hangs over it. It is clearly some sort of uniform.
"Mmmm. Yes. You'll do perfectly." Julia smiles. She puts a hand on your shoulder. "Now my little altar boy, I need you to go be tempting in front of the Bishop of Marks. You'll find him in the south tower. Tell him you're a gift from the King. Make sure you let him take you privately first, and then get him caught doing it." She pats your ass and it bounces a little. "Oooh, perfect." She seems very eager at the thought of what she's sending you off to do. "Now, get to work."
You leave her chambers.
[[Go Get Molested Like a Good Little Altar Boy|AltarBoy]]
[[Make Yourself more Manly and go Bang Some Court Ladies|DevilKnight]]The shadow is humanoid, thickly built, and as it shifts again and you see the low light shine on it you see it is very male. Hulking muscles cover his pale white skin, scars and a patchwork of bone and rock cover his flesh in a form of impromptu armor, jagged, half-broken teeth fill his maw and his thick black hair hangs down in heavy dreads around his craggy face. A large bone and rock club is held easily in one hand. He's a sentry. Stationed at the cave mouth. You must not be the first hellspawn to crawl out of here.
He stands nearly a half foot shorter than you although he is possessed of a similar build. His shoulders are about the same width, he bulges with muscles although his overall build is somewhat slender.
His nostrils flare slightly and he grunts in a mix of confusion and caution as he eyes your sinister appearance.
[[Threaten Him|CinderthreatenR]]
[[Respect Him|CinderresepctR]]"I can't believe it." Julia starts, predictably. "I save you from Hell, protect you from the Church, give you an opportunity to be useful to the world and you repay me by groping the maid servants and turning them into giggling perverts?!?"
"I uh, didn't actaully turn her into anyth..." You begin, not meaning to be confrontation but your comment is taken that way.
"Silence." Julia stalks the few steps between you and her and holds up the feather duster. "Make your asshole half this size." She glares at you.
You eep audibly. You can't break eye contact, her glare is so intense. "Yes Holy Mistress." You say meekly, you concentrate and feel it shrinking.
"Length AND girth." Julia snaps. Damn.
"Yes Holy Mistress." You say, and concentrate again.
Julia reaches around your backside, flips up your skirts and petticoats and shoves her finger into your new very tight ass. "Good." She says with a smile. "We're going to do your little experiment after all. And you're going to show me what you learned from Annabelle while we do it."
You blink. "Ser-seriously?" All you can think about is the second part of her statement. You get to go down on Julia? Awesome!!
"Seriously." Says Julia, casting a quick spell.
[[Get Butt Raped by a Feather Duster While Playing with Julia|JuliaFeatherDusterFun]]You wave down the ship and a few of the merry pirates wave back. You shout up at them asking if they can give you a ride.
"Sorry <<if $sex eq "male">>mate<<else>>lass<<endif>>!" One of them yells back at you. "We ain't babysitters for new angels! If you still wanna see the free sky when you've got your legs wet, come and find us then! Ask for captain Vermeil! You'll have a spot in my crew if you can find us again!" With a hearty wave the pirates set off.
Well, that was disappointing. You wander the sky some more and can't seem to find anything else. It looks like the City of Paradise is your only other option at this point.
[[Head Back to the Bookkeeper|AngelArmy1]]
[[No, I will be Alone|EndingMultiverseRenouncer]]<<set $metskypiratesearly = "yes">>"Well," Gloria says flipping through her omniscient Rolodex. "Let's see what's available to you!"
<<if $clericjob eq "unlocked">>She pulls out a white card with a green leaf design on it. "You have the option to be sent to a mortal world back that's at a medieval level of technology. It's a world very rich in magic and you're going to have some access to it, as a healer. The Maker there is known as the Light. You will be one of his priestesses, a young one, sent to accompany a group of heroes on a very perilous quest. They must succeed. You must keep them healthy, motivated, and focused."
"Young Jelyni, who you'll be taking over for, has just wandered off to pray and answer nature's call. Unfortunately she did it right where a spiderbeast was waiting and she's just been eaten. You'll be there when her companions come looking for her."
[[Take the Card with the Leaf!|MercyCleric]]<<endif>><<if $ingenuejob eq "unlocked">>Gloria produces a white card with a pink fleur de lis symbol on it. "This job is to be a bit of a romantic inspiration."
"A what?" You ask nervously.
"Ever see one of those old timey movies where all the boys are chasing the town beauty queen, making themselves better for her, and then in the end they realize they had the perfect girl next door the whole time, but if they hadn't bettered themselves along the way they wouldn't have deserved her?" You blink a few times. The idea sounds familiar but... "Well you get to be the girl." Gloria announces. "We plant you in communities filled with lazy, unappreciative men. They fawn all over you and you make them raise themselves up to meet your standards. And then when they all do, we pull you out and they make the local girls happy."
You squint. "So basically..."
"You get to flirt with boys until they become men to impress you." Gloria says happily.
[[Take the card with the Fleur de Lis.|Ingenue]]<<endif>><<if $gumshoejob eq "unlocked">>Gloria looks at a rather ragged white card with a magnifying glass on it. "Oh my goodness! Praise the Maker! I didn't think we'd ever fill that position! Oh but you'll do great, you've got the moxie to do it!"
Gloria hops up from her chair and swishes around the desk energetically. She grabs your hand and takes you to the far corner of the room. What looks like a gigantic plastic tube sits in the corner.
"This will take you to your assignment. It's a lovely climate, very pleasant weather, although it rains a lot. You'll be in a big city near the ocean, just at the start of the early modern age." She seems jealous. "Now, you won't be in the most glamorous line of work, but I think you'll like it."
"There's a private detective down there named Bower. Sam Bower. His partner just quit on him and he's down on his luck with cases. But he's got incredible potential. We need you to go down there and help him out. You'll apply as his new partner. Now he's not going to like the idea of working with a woman at first, but I'm sure you can sweet talk him into it."
"We'll get you in a cute little outfit, give you a body that will get his attention, and you'll be set up with a little place of your own near his office. Luckily this is a very open world to us and I'll be able to communicate with you pretty frequently down there."
[[Of All the Giant Tubes in All the Offices in All the Heavens I Had to Walk Into This One...Take the Magnifying Glass Card|GumShoe1]]<<endif>><<if $falloutjob eq "unlocked">>You glance down for a moment, looking at yourself, and hear nothing. Thinking maybe Gloria got distracted you glance up and see her staring with fear in her eyes at a black card with a glowing biohazard symbol. "I...no." She shakes her head. "No this can't be right, you couldn't possibly." She sighs rubbing her forehead. "Look, honey, I don't mean to be insulting, but this assignment would send you to a timeline that's lost to us."
"What do you mean lost to you?" You ask, confused.
"Let me explain. Most of the mortal worlds we can see just fine. They, sort of float in the cosmos as we know it. Some of them are down near the Pit, some of them are just below Paradise, most of them are in between. They're shielded by these...bubbles...I can't really explain them. Some of them let us in, some don't. Most we can get into eventually, and once we do it's basically like an open window."
"Certain worlds we can get into but we can't see what's on the other side of the shield, we call them lost. There's different ideas as to why. Some say the worlds are dead space, some say the Maker doesn't want us in there. We don't know. But this!" She holds up the card. "This is an assignment to go in to one of them. If you do, we can't contact you, and nobody has ever come out again. It's just too dangerous. It's a death sentence."
[[I'm Not Scared|FallOut]]<<endif>>Your laugh is strong, but sweet and clear. It breaks the confusion around the kid and he glances at what he's doing and grins and soon he is laughing as well.
"I'm sorry." You say. "But you looked so funny doing that." Your grin matches his, infectiously. "And now, I see there is still joy in your heart." You reach out now and pick up the shotgun and cradle it. "What does a young man with such joy to give need with this?"
He glances down. He doesn't need to say it. Visions of taking it to his school and exacting revenge are clear in the front of his mind. Memories of him being bullied, teased, derided and made to feel like nothing underscore it all.
"Let me show you something." You say sweetly and reach out your hands and put one to either side of his temple. He gasps as visions flood his mind. He sees himself in five years, ten years, twenty years. He sees himself entering college and finding himself. He sees himself with a job he loves and a family he adores. He sees himself hugging a child his own age someday, talking him through his hard times the way nobody ever did for him. Understanding because he's been there. And then in a jolt he sees himself at his current age as a corpse in a schoolyard, shot dead by a police officer, forever remembered as the weirdo that everyone knew would snap one day. His jaw clenches as he realizes how what he's set to do will just prove his tormentors right, and make them martyrs. The internal struggle flares up brightly in him, the desire for instant rage fulfillment versus the desire to get the most from life. You see which side wins as he turns away from the gun and tears well in his eyes.
"This too shall pass." You say, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead as you pull back. "You have struck a blow against your demons. You will defeat them. Be strong."
The tears begin to fall from his eyes. He whispers a thank you. Just as you are about to each out to him again, reality starts to swirl.
[[Back to the Mercy Barracks|Mercy2]] <<set $Mercy = "Herald">>You float down through the empty nothingness of wildspace, the headpiece of your suit sealed tight to provide you with air and a comfortable amount of pressure on your skin. Not that you couldn't take it anyway, your hulked up body is immensely strong.
The diamond drop appears before too much time falling through space. The small prefab fortress is indeed in a diamond shape. It appears large enough to house about a dozen soldiers comfortably. You see several large canons and automatic weapons lining the walls. It's obviously designed for use as a defensive position. The thing shakes as you land on it, but you don't hit it hard enough to breach the side. You see a gigantic breach in the side of it, looking very much like something nearly ripped it in half.
You step through the breach in the side of it. There is blood and gore all over the place. Apparently automatic cleaning is not on the list of features of this thing. Your suit tells you there is nothing alive in here, and automatically synchs up with the controls of the drop. You see there is indeed a panic button that will aim the moonstone cannon above you down on whatever target you call. Your suit is able to upgrade this to make the huge cannon much more responsive and accurate, but can't do anything about the very long reload time. Basically anything you could survive against long enough to get a second moonstone shot off, you probably don't need the help.
You suit also can remotely control all of the canons that the drop has access to. Many of them are damaged from the previous fight, but a good number are available to you still.
You access the recording functions and see the Bloodthirster. It is indeed a gigantic demon, four times as tall as you even with the suit on. It seems to be single handedly responsible for most of the damage to the little fortress.
The suit tells you that based on its analysis you can take a few hits from this thing, but not more than that. <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Your suit is very confident that enough sustained fire from your weapons can kill the demon.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Your suit informs you that you are nimble enough to dodge its attacks and your lightning attacks can do significant damage to it given enough time. It also recommends frost to slow it down.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>The suit starts sending you information about dozens of pressure points on the monster and just how to hit them. It also sends you the indications that the devil will strike certain directions to help you dodge.<<endif>>
Interestingly, the suit notes that the bloodthirster is a hermaphrodite. Without being asked to, it confirms that this means you can have sex with it and still follow the Maker's rules, as long as you don't touch its cock.
Finally, the suit's analysis informs you that the gigantic flail the creature carries is uniquely attuned to the monster. Disabling that weapon will reduce its power significantly - although it will still be monumentally powerful.
You consider your options, and what approach will work best when it returns. A moonstone shot is a last resort, as the power from the cannon will send it back down into space and out of your reach, and even if you do manage a kill she'll regenerate eventually, making it just a temporary fix.
[[Try to catch the Bloodthirster alive|SuperTCatchB]]
<<set $fuckedbloodthirster = "no">>"Yes, this will be a season to remember." You smile at Calpho and think of reaching out to touch her face and take her for your own. Centaur law is still a primitive thing, a man who takes a woman has rights to her for life until defeated by a stronger man for those rights. But as you think of mating with this one you cannot bring yourself to spoil her beautiful civilized innocence. You smile at her and pull back. She looks confused and a bit upset.
"Pardon me my dear Calpho. I believe I am going to succumb to some rather unscrupulous tendencies of my gender. I will return when I am fit for your company." You bend your hooved knees and bow to her, taking a hand in your and place a gentle kiss on it, then turn and gallop deeper into the forests where the tribal centaurs dwell.
You are not afraid of them, though they are your enemy. Your skill with your bow makes them afraid of you and you are stronger than most of their men. But it is not a man you are after. You sniff at the air and smile as you recognize the scent.
This female you have met before. She is as wild as they come and nearly as strong as you. She leads bands of marauding tribal centaurs into nearby human lands and has killed hundreds of civilized folks. Her pale skin is marked with blue woad in primitive patterns, her thick black hair hangs in heavy braids. Her large breasts are never bound and she does not seem the least bit bothered by the bouncing her strong strides send through them.
She will likely not run from you, which is a shame, as nothing arouses a male centaur like galloping in pursuit of a female, but as you round the corner and the two of you make eye contact you know she will give you an equally enjoyable contest.
[[Fight!|BoyTaurEeep2]]She stands out like a sore thumb in this gaudy mixture of lords and ladies. She sits apart from the others, a few rather intimidating bodygurds standing idly in front of her, she regards the crowd with a predatory disinterest, other than when her eyes linger on you.
Her hair is short and dark, she wears rubies on her fingers and large gold hoops in her ears, her dress is a dark green and it hangs loosely over her slender frame. You move closer to her, and you see that her skin is marked with circular runes in a language you don't recognize. She watches you curiously, much like a lion might watch a gazelle walking up to it. Her bodyguards glance at her, they see she is not concerned, and they do not block you as you drop to your knees in front of her.
"My Lady." You say softly.
"My Concubine." She says with a wry grin. "Don't bother with the usual lines." She leans in and puts her mouth next to your ear. "Just tell me how a devil walked into one of the court of the most god-fearing Kings in all of the land and nobody noticed her."
The color drains from your face. Before you can move she slaps a hand over your wrist and holds you still. "Why don't you come to my private room, darling. I have the feeling you'll be most entertaining." The rubies on her fingers glow, some force of will or magic compels you to obey.
[[Entertain the Ambassador|Z2]]"It's just that I need to know if..." You stammer, not really enjoying how vulnerable you feel in this situation. You are forced to shift your balance constantly to avoid being thrown off by the rough fondling of your inviting ass and the man is enjoying far too much how it makes you wiggle and your little wings flap ineffectively.
"No worries juggs, I'll be happy to show you all sorts of things." He says as he quickly reaches up and unbuttons your shirt. It flies open, as if relieved to no longer have the nearly impossible task of containing your boobs. His hands almost instantly find those massive things, giving them just one squeeze before he snakes his hands around your back and unhooks your bra. With one quick move he somehow takes it off while leaving your shirt on and drops it to the ground. You barely have time to try to lift your hands before his are lost in the massive soft flesh of your tits, squeezing and kneading them in a very humiliating and distracting way.
"I don't know how exactly you ended up as a Doll. Obviously the Maker didn't put me anywhere close to that." He chuckles as he decides to amuse himself by seeing how much he can lift your tits up and drop them before you wriggle in protest. "But you are. So you're here to make us big mean angel men happy."
"I'm not supposed to be here in this office. Nobody is." There is genuine anger in his voice. "I should be down in the Pit right now, chopping a devil to pieces or raping one of them succubus sluts until she falls to Oblivion just to avoid taking my cock any deeper." You can feel his erection pressing into your skirt as he thinks of these things.
"But the Maker needs people organizing his city. There's too much to send around. Too much to keep track of. Not even He can do it himself. So when we get a little too into our jobs, we get sent up here to relive our lives in the rat race. It's punishment detail you see?" He reaches back and then slaps your breasts heavily, laughing as you nearly fall to your feet. It doesn't cause you much in the way of physical pain, you are still an angel after all, but it's rather embarrassing to be treated this way.
"You Dolls are here to make sure we're motivated to do our jobs and not just walk out of here or go to the other side." There is a smoldering in his eyes that makes you wonder if that's something he's thought of much. "Or for those sad suckers who think sitting around in an office is Paradise, you're just here to help them play out their little CEO fantasies." He shakes his head in disgust. "Mmmm you'll be really good at that. I would have had twice as many divorces if I had a girl like you working for me back when I was alive." He tugs your wings down roughly, causing you to lose your balance and drop to your knees in front of him.
"So, you'll get off that elevator in a few minutes. You'll figure out which of us you want to work under, and then you get to get our coffee wrong until the Maker decides you get a chance to be more than an Office Doll. Which in your case will probably be never." He scoffs.
"Now, wrap those tits around my cock."
[[Yes...sir...|MoreLoveinanElevator]]
[[Ack! No! Where's my bra?!?|EndofLoveinanElevator]]You order your forces to prepare for battle. Perhaps what occurs next may be the first pitched battle of this land's history, as the Anwar in their lamellar armor and iron swords spread out in a line and march towards your forces.
Your forces are outnumbered and the Anwar line spreads out wide, covering both of your flanks and trapping your followers in battle. The fight that occurs next is a vicious engagement, swords and clubs and spears and claws ripping blood from enemies left and right.
You quickly find the warrior priest who led the human army and engage him in solo combat. He is a very stout man, and his blows are hard and true, but you are a creature of the pit and more than a match for this priest. As the battle rages around you you find your claws ripping his armor apart and pushing into his flesh to pull his beating heart out from his chest.
It is a small victory, but it is enough to demoralize the human army and they slowly retreat. It is a good thing too, as you look around you see that largely they won the fight. Your forces are a small fraction of what they were before and nowhere near enough to engage in combat with the army that just retreated again.
With no small amount of regret, you signal your forces to [[retreat|EndingJungleGod]]<<if $wolf eq "daddy">>"I ... I don't think I can handle that." you stammer. You're not quite sure what it is but the idea of prancing around high powered men in suits while wearing this body just seems like too much for you. How can you possibly control yourself? You'll be here forever, sucking cock or taking it hard. You can't handle the temptation!
You suddenly realize that your mouth has parted and you are running your tongue along one of your fingers that has somehow slipped into your mouth.
"On second thought, I think you're right. We send you up there they won't ever get work done." The fat man says, staring at you in shock. "Let me just..." You see a flurry of movement across several pages as he adjusts some symbols. "Okay," he says happily. "I've got you reassigned, head over to Johnson, 6B. Good man, he'll take care of you!"<<endif>><<if $wolf eq "laughing">>"Oh, you want a say in this?" He shakes his head at you. "Really, you think anyone is going to pay attention to what you want around here after that little show you put on for us getting off the elevator. Sweet Maker you Dolls get dumber every week."
You feel the pressure start to well up inside you and before you know it tears are falling down your face. "I'm sorry." You wail. "It's my first day here and...and..."
"Oh pull yourself together you ditz!" The man says, hurriedly pulling a box of tissues from his side of the desk and handing it to you. You take one gratefully and dab at your face, not entirely surprised to see your makeup doesn't run at all.
"Fine, you won't last a day down there anyway. I'll get you to someone who won't go so hard on you. Someone gentle and easy and...aha!" He adjusts the symbols on some paper. "Johnson, 6B, if anyone is enough of a milquetoast to put up with you it's him." He hands you the paperwork. "Well go on, get out of here."<<endif>><<if $wolf eq "veryhappy">>"Sir?" You say sweetly. You remember how dominant and controlling Mr. Wolf was. You aren't sure you want to know what life with him will be like. "Perhaps you could assign me elsewhere?" You say, twirling a loose strand of neon pink hair. "I mean that Mr. Wolf he's just so..." You pull a face.
You were right, this fat man doesn't like Wolf much and you insulting him is like music to his ears. "Of course my dear. You're right, a sweet pretty thing like you shouldn't have to put up with that. Give me one moment here." Adjustments are made, forms are stamped and he hands you new paperwork. "Johnson, 6B, that's your new man. He'll treat you right, you have my word."
"Thank you Sir" You say, giving him just the barest hint of a wink as you take the forms.<<endif>>
[[So, how do I get there?|Johnsonsecask]]As you continue your march a heavy rain begins. It is the sort of rain with drops like sharp bullets that sting your skin when they land. Your people, not used to rain in the first place, find it very uncomfortable. The Marku seem rather horrified and huddle, whispering together, silencing themselves only at your approach.
You notice more and more of the Marku vanishing as you attempt to continue your conversion march. No matter how many you make examples of, the others are too afraid to stay at your side. The Stedt morale has dropped too.
Frustrated, you order a return to the volcano. There are no Marku left with you by the time you reach the foothills. The Stedt are relieved that the rain ends, seemingly the moment you leave the jungle.
Your power depleted you return to your little village.<<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>Your people remain dedicated, organized, and industrious, but you know they will not be willing to march on the jungle again for some time.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "fire">>Your people dance happily in the lava pools and fiery rain of their mountain, their burning essence at home once again free of the moisture and rain. While they are happy, you are rather frustrated that you failed to conver the Marku.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "sexy" and $mkcinder eq "dead">>Your beautiful followers return to loving each other as enthusiastically as they ever did, which may be amusing to watch and participate in, but gets you no closer to your goals.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "sexy" and $mkcinder eq "stud">>Your masculine followers return to loving each other as enthusiastically as they ever did, which may be amusing to watch and participate in, but gets you no closer to your goals.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "sexy" and $mkcinder eq "bitch">>Your feminine followers return to loving each other as enthusiastically as they ever did, which may be amusing to watch and participate in, but gets you no closer to your goals.<<endif>>
With your demonic essence drained, you are forced to concede you will not be able to leave this mountain as anything but a raider or annoyance to the people of the valley below.
[[Settle In|EndingStedtWarlord]]<<set $seraph = "spai">>As the devils rub their heads they regain their senses and lift their weapons menacingly. They glance around but don't see you anywhere. They sniff at the air and point each other in various directions. One steps a few feet away from the rest to look down the trench.
That's when a dagger slices across its throat from behind. This seems familiar to you somehow...but you shake it off and let the demon's body drop.
Slowly you pick off the devils one by one, sticking to the shadows and hiding where they can't see you coming until it's too late. As you stand over the last of them you have a moment to feel self-satisfied before Robinson tells you to follow him to find out how you did.
[[Results!|Seraph2]]Apparently that's the last question. Okay that was pretty short and simple. The short angel takes your form and beckons you to follow him, the whole time inputting data into some sort of handheld device, glancing back at you periodically as he does so. He leads you to what seems like a normal wall, then glances back and forth several times before he raises his device and presses a few buttons.
The wall shimmers out of existence and he quickly pulls you through and then presses some more buttons and the wall appears again.
On the other side you see a very clean, sterile looking white lab.
"Welcome to Project Juggernaut, Codename Rubystone." He says a bit haughtily. "Please, have a seat in the Device." He points to a large, cylindrical chamber in the middle of the room with a white chair in the middle, it all looks like a very sinister dentist's office.
[[Okay Just Stop Calling Me That...|JuggS3]]
<<set $jug3 = "blue">>"If you care so much about the people then what have you been waiting for?" You ask, crossing your arms. "If what you say is true the leader is weak and could be overthrown by anyone. There could be another group plotting as we speak. He could be murdered by a vagrant tomorrow or there could be a popular uprising. This is unacceptable." You pound your first onto the table. "If you truly care we should act, fast!"
There is a bit of a silence but then Dagget grins from ear to ear. "What did I tell you boys?" He asks Schwartz and Montana. "I told you she's one of us!"
The rest of the night is spent making plans for the ouster. Dagget at first wants to propose that the four of you label yourselves a council, but you gently inform him the proper term is junta.
Two days later, when the most loyal of the explorers are in the field, you put the plan in motion. The Defense Corpsmen who you trust are in on the plot and eager to participate. As Dalton is returning from inspecting the hydroponic farm his bodyguard suddenly stops and points their guns at him. He doesn't resist, and neither does his staff.
When Dagget announces over the radio that Dalton is no longer in charge the news is taken rather well. The people seem ready for change and relieved that someone has taken the initiative to lead them.
[[Now is my chance, murder the junta and declare myself Dictator!|EndingUberFraulein]]<h1><center>Red in Tooth and Claw</center></h1>You fight. You die. The vulture demons pick your corpse clean. You grow again. You fight other devils mostly, as anything else usually does it make it down to the lower levels of the Pit where the lemures spawn. Sometimes you encounter other sorts of creatures, but your senses are so honed to detecting prey that they can do little else at this point. You tear into everything you find, regardless of what it is, how it behaves, or what it tries to do to you.
Sometimes you feel yourself called to other worlds by the wills of sorcerers stronger than you. You gnash at their barriers and kill anything that comes close to you. The smart ones know to keep you contained and their enemies close to you. The dumb ones let you free. You rampage through mortal worlds in this manner at times.
You are a lesser devil. A barely containable slave soldier at times, a force of nature at others. You live to kill. [[This is the only legacy for you.|dignominy]]
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.// <<remember $EndingRedinToothandClaw = "yes">>Your thoughts clear and your resolve renewed, you spread your powerful wings and take flight into the dark, charnel sky above you. You have no interest in finding a devil to ally yourself with, but you certainly aren't about to go turn yourself into the angels either.
You fly through space, only rarely flapping your great wings due to how weak the air is and how little force you need to propel yourself, when you come across a strange little servitor.
It is a square mechanical creature, about the size of your hand, with flashing lights blinking all over it. You are about to pass it without a second glance when it blares a message at you.
"<<print $wname>>! You are invited to the greatest competition of champions in the Cosmos! In the plains of Avalas the Great Tournament will soon begin! Fly there at once and enter yourself in the fight to truly see where you stand in the cosmic order!"
As you are thinking about this the cube spits out a very hastily spoken disclaimer. "Entrants into the event are subject to disintegration if violations of the rules occur. No participant may be attacked or in any way disabled outside of the arena. Combatants must remain in the arena for the duration of the fight. All necessary sustenance or other needs to ensure maximum potency of all combatants will be provided by the Great Balancer. The order of fights and opponents will be determined by the Great Balancer. Any attempt to usurp the Great Balancer will result in disintegration. The loser of each fight may be subject to disintegration if they do not agree to pleasure the winner. The winner of the tournament will be crowned victorious and may demand rewards from every corner of the cosmos!"
Well, that sounds like fun!
[[Get Over There!|EndingImmortalKombat]]
<<set $mk = "pitfiend">><h1><center>Lawmaker</center></h1>You decide that even as depraved as this man is, everyone deserves a fair trial. You knock him unconscious and tie him up and drag him back to the headquarters and further secure him there.
In the morning you convene a meeting of Dagget and Dalton and talk about your proposal for a trial. Dagget is against it, he thinks it should be kept as quiet as possible. Dalton seems indecisive. You argue your point and eventually persuade Dalton to side with you, winning the vote.
Dalton then appoints you the Judge. You weren't expecting that, but you realize the complex actually has no court. There are no laws here, no formal ones anyway, so why would they need a court? Well that has to change.
A week later the man's trial begins. It is not like the trials in your home world, drawn out, delayed, and focused on technicalities. No jury either, the people can't be spared from their work. The man confesses to the killing and argues it was justified. You disagree and exile him from the compound. He's never seen again.
While you continue your duty patrolling the compound, you also are asked to decide disputes and rule on matters, and sentence more criminals as they are caught. You rule with a firm but fair hand, exiling the worst and giving the others a chance for rehabilitation. No jails, those are a luxury your people cannot afford.
In time your presence does much good stabilizing the society and your role as a judge is full time. When Dagget and Dalton lead the people out of the tunnels and into the surface again, you are given a bonafide courtroom to operate out of.
The people respect you, nobody fears you. Unfortunately you are somewhat raised above them in their minds and you are often lonely at night. Still, it is more important that the people are safe than you are happy.
You die of old age, and the entire society, now spanning a continent, mourns you. You are remembered as a Peacekeeper, a Lawmaker and a friend to all who love freedom.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingLawmaker = "yes">>As you wake up the next morning you take account of what you know. This guy Reginald Stevenson, who owns Unicorn Studios, is the guy who you need to get in a position to interrogate. You go over the papers and commit his face to memory. He likes young actresses and as far as you know has no principles and that's enough for you to go on.
You put on a short white and yellow sundress and a pair of wedge heels and do your makeup like a starlet. You type up a fake resume of an actress and have a few glossy headshots done on a rush job and head to the studio to audition.
There's only one movie that's taking call outs today, and you grimace a little as you see the title //Babes From Outer Space// but you know this may be your best shot.
Getting into the lot is easy with your looks and disarming smile. When you see the line for auditions though, you know you'll have to do a little above and beyond to get this part. Pretty girls are lined up out the back of the studio to flaunt their bodies as they pretend to seduce astronauts.
You sit patiently until [[your fake name is called.|G3Audition]]You take a deep breath. You've sharpened the scissors even more to make sure you can do it in one fell swoop. You've pulled the balls together and rested both of them on the scissor blade so that one cut can sever them both. You take a deep breath. And another. And another. And then you slam yourself back down against the sink and sever the balls.
The pain is extraordinary. You have to check to make sure your own balls are still attached after that. There is some bleeding but you hold a bandage to it and it fades quickly. You can feel that cum is no longer being shot up into you. You drop the lizard's balls into the trash and stagger to his bed, passing out from the pain and exhaustion.
[[Wake Up|SpyNoLizard]]It's not that you ignore Malone's technical instructions, it's just that you understand there are more important things in life. He's clearly stressed, overworked, at the end of his nerve. How is this society going to keep functioning if their only engineer goes nuts or has a heart attack?
You start slowly, making sure to compliment him and tell him what a great job he does. You bring in special food for him every day and rub his shoulders as he works. You touch him affectionately, telling him how handsome and smart he is.
As you learned in the trailer, like most men, Malone's ego is easy to inflate. He gains weight and doesn't look so emaciated anymore, actually starting to look attractive. He dresses better too and is more confident in his skills and instruction. His other assistants, formerly hopeless dolts, start to learn as his instruction becomes more clear and masterful.
They've got the place running so well there isn't much for you to do. So you start making sure the lab is clean and everyone has everything they need. It isn't until one day that Malone asks you to get him some coffee with a friendly pat on your ass and then asks one of the other assistants to fix a technical problem that you realize you've become more of an assistant than an engineer.
[[Work on your MRS|EndingMrsMalone]]
[[Resign and go find a different job!|BioJobsnoEng]]"Stare all you like." You say with a smile, ashen-stained hands trailing down your monumental curves. "You will never see a more perfect goddess." You beckon him towards you with a sinister grin. "Come and worship me."
The sentry's thick brow furrows and a grunt of aggression emerges from his throat. His stance becomes more defensive than before, his weapons ready to carve into you. You cock your head to the side, impressed.
"You're a cut above the average mountain man aren't you?" You say with a pleased smile. "I suppose you'd have to be to have this job hmmm?" You smile at him. He is still obviously quite threatened, although you are pleased to note also aroused. "Do not fret my strong one. <<print $dname>> is not displeased. <<print $dname>> will require strength as well as loyalty."
Upon hearing the name of the Stedt goddess the sentry's eyebrows raise in surprise. He lowers his weapons slowly, although you note his hands still grip them tightly and his powerful muscle are taut. He is ready to spring into action should this be a trick. Smart man. Most of what crawls out of his pit is likely extremely dangerous.
Not to say you aren't, you just happen to be on his side.
"Take me to my people." You say commandingly. With only slight hesitation he nods.
"Come." He says finally, turning and walking out of the cave.
You follow him, raising an arm to shield your eyes from the sun as you walk into it, but it isn't necessary. Smoke hangs heavily in the air and the sunlight the comes through is little more than a bright, hazy, fog. The landscape is desolate, almost apocalyptic, as gouts of fire jut from the rock and magma flowers like rivers down the side of the mountain. You marvel at the fact that people can live in these conditions.
Things get less harsh as you descend the mountain, and the sentry gives you his hand to steady yourself and even pulls you up a few steep inclines. He is fantastically strong. He must be to guard a gate to hell, you figure. As you watch him, his eyes never stop scanning to the sides, his nostrils never stop smelling the air, he is always alert. A strong warrior, smart for what he is, you smile to yourself, if Stedt men are all this capable you may have an easier time of this than you thought.
[[Arrive at your Village|Cundavillage]]
<<set $cundarock = "seduce">>You put your finger to his lips "Easy there." You say. "We've got so much time to catch up on, let's not blow it all at once." He grins as you lead him to laying down on his back with you straddling him. There isn't much to pull aside to sink your pussy around his cock and he is soon thrusting up into you as you gently buck your hips on top of him. You pull his head up to kiss him and the two of you embrace as you fuck. It isn't the worst sex you've had, but far from the best.
Erik seems to feel differently.
"That was incredible Mal. Really incredible." He says, gasping for breath, clearly having spent more energy on that than he has on anything in years. The look in his eyes says he's dreaming of a world where d your pussy is there for him to fuck.
[[Get him to leave Anne for you|EndingSloppySeconds]]He, or maybe she, is wearing a loose robe that fits over their figure like a monk's habit, completely with large hood drawn over their features. They move from person to person, not lingering anywhere, being careful not to interact with anyone too long.
Certain nobles seem to recognize them, nodding in greeting, stepping out of their way. Others pay them no attention. Others don't even seem to realize they are there at all. You cock your head to the side watching this peculiar figure move about.
When they move past you you put a hand out and touch their chest. "Good afternoon." You say sweetly. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure."
The figure turns to face you, hood drawn low over their eyes. The chin you can see is hairless and olive skinned, the lips betray no information. "No, we have not." They say tersely, with an androgynous voice and turn to continue.
You keep your hand pressed to their chest, the thick loose robe betraying nothing beyond that what you are pressing against is fairly well muscled, but not bulky. "What if I insist?" You ask with a sparkle in your eye.
"Then you will regret it." The figure snaps at you. They move quickly to pull away but you are faster, now standing right in front of them.
"Something tells me you wouldn't like it if I screamed and drew attention to you." You smile. "Why don't we go talk about it someplace more private." You grin invitingly.
"Very well." The figure says, as you take it's hand and lead it to the guest rooms. <<set $julia = "Scorpion">>
[[Find an Empty Room and Get To Know this Stranger|Assassin]]"Awesome!" Unklangor says, pumping his fist on the air. "Ah they'll all be so jealous you're gonna be the hottest one there." Before you can ask what he's talking about he leans in and kisses you on the mouth hard, bending you backwards and off your feet just a little with his passion. You're dazed for a few seconds as he exits and comes back. "Okay head down here." He hands you a pass. "They'll take care of you. I got business to attend to so I can't watch you get sexy, but damn I am looking forward to tonight." He slaps your ass hard as you walk out the door, your little tail getting another hard pull from him just before he closes the door behind you.
You smile at his playfulness and look at the pass. It is to a whole-service beauty salon and stylist downstairs. You find it easily enough. Most of the customers are female but there are a fair number of males as well, and many more that are androgynous or indeterminate.
You hand the card to the receptionist and smiles at you. "Oh you're Mr. Unklangor's date! Don't worry sweetie, he's already paid in full and you are going to be the belle of the ball."
Her enthusiasm is a little infectious and you can't help but smile back as she leads you to one of the chairs.
[[A Reptilian Makeover Ensued|Lizardoll2]]
<<set $lizardclothes = "doll">>You return to Unklangor's suite. He's changed into a rather spiffy looking teal tuxedo himself and he smiles at you and places your arm around his as he leads you to the party.
You head up several floors to one of the more exclusive ballrooms. It is so exclusive in fact that it isn't mentioned on any of the floorplans or guest materials. Only the top level customers can go here. You glance over at Unklangor, impressed at his connections.
The guards at the door are stone faced creatures nearly nine feet tall. They glance at Unklangor once, nod and let him pass with you. Again, you are somewhat impressed and thinking perhaps you should have dressed up more for this.
When you enter you see rather dim lighting and high humidity, both of which feel divine to you. You see there are six other rocklizards just like Unklangor, large, hulking creatures who seem to dominate the area they are in. They each sit at the center of a large table arranged in a circle around the room. Many servants, some of them reptilian, some not, hurry about. The rocklizard are clearly in charge here.
Unklangor leads you to the seventh, empty table and you take your seat next to him. As you glance around you see that the other rocklizard also have dates. Some of them have multiple dates, their entire table filled. Others like Unklangor have just one. The dates all appear reptilian as you do, though some are hugely pregnant. To your chagrin you realize they are all dressed in rather eye catching, skimpy clothing, even the ones that are wearing male styles. You feel positively frumpy in your tuxedo.
You glance at Unklangor. You get the strong impression he is putting on a proud face even though he wished you had dressed up more, or gotten knocked up. Without thinking you rub his arm with your hand and give him a sympathetic look. He smiles down at you.
[[Learn about this party|LizardParty2]]Greta nods. "I had a feeling you would go for power." She grins and claps you on the back. "We can always use heavy hitters on the squad."
She ponders for a moment. "I think it's time to choose your name now."
[[Choose your name|NamingCeremony]]<<set $weapon = "vaxe">>You kneel next to the angel. Without a word you draw your claw across his throat. He is too weak to resist. You open up his divine flesh and he starts to bleed. He gasps, he struggles, he fights for this life. He loses.
You know you haven't killed him permanently, but he will have to regain his strength and his memories. By then you'll be much stronger.
You turn to the King of Anwar-Kull. He is staring at you, horrified, terrified, in awe. He shakes as he drops to one knee. His soldiers rapidly follow suit. Most of the Anwar on the crowd were already kneeling.<<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>
You approach the king and take his crown. You smile and toss it to Grom. The barbarian looks stunned to have it. "Did I not promise you this?" You smile at him. He lets out a triumphant howl that the rest of your followers new and old are soon echoing.<<endif>>
You make your way into the city. Your followers are given the same instructions as before. Those who convert are welcomed into your flock. Most do, readily.
"<<print $dname>>! <<print $dname>>!" You hear as you approach the Ziggurat.
[[Take the Crystal|DLDWin]]"Let's bring it back." The woman says, smiling at her lover.
"As you wish." He says simply. Your orb is carried to a balcony that overlooks a thick forest. The man places you carefully on a stone altar and places a thick red blanket over you. It is dark now.
You hear singing, rhythmic, musical joyful singing. You start feeling bigger. Too big for this orb, and just when you think the glass is about to break the blanket is suddenly pulled off of you, in a smooth motion that pulls the orb with it. And you are lying there, gasping for breath and blinking your eyes against the bright sun.
You lean up, feeling no pain or soreness in your muscles. You see you are pale skinned, with light brown hair that hangs down to your shoulders. Your body is androgynous, it could be male or female. Between your legs you see you are both. Small breasts adorn your slender chest and you can sense you have slightly pointed ears.
"Welcome back." The man says, extending a hand. You take it and he pulls you off of the altar, you come to your feet easily enough, if just a little off balance. The woman puts a thin dark green cloak over your shoulders and you pull it tight around you.
"How do you feel?" She asks.
"I feel...terrific." You say, taking another deep breath. You look over the edge of the balcony and see a thick forest extends to what looks like a gigantic topiary maze on the other side of the castle. The castle itself is the equivalent of a two story building, you would guess it has about a dozen rooms. Brightly colored birds dance in the trees and on the parapets of the building. It seems so peaceful.
"Good, you'll do well here. Come." The man leads you from one side while the woman takes your other arm.
[[Learn More About This Place|OrbCastle]]It doesn't take long. Your bellow attracted something fairly large. The ground trembles, small rocks bouncing as a monstrous demon comes over the nearby hill. It is easily twice your impressive height. Its arms drag near the ground, it has a long lizard-like tail and its jaw juts forward giving it a reptilian appearance. It is carrying a dark iron sword that you can smell the magic in. It roars a challenge to you and stomps the ground.
Now this is what you've been waiting for. Your eyes flash red and you charge it without hesitation. This monster could kill you. Easily. One solid hit from that magical sword would decapitate you like a bound slave. But you are long past fear.
It isn't surprised by your brazen attack. You clearly aren't the first newly spawned demon to emerge from the pit that it has challenged. And that is the difference between you and it. It is content where it is. It is happy to scour for weaker creatures and crush them. Not you. This is just the start of your journey.
You move too quick for it, dashing past its strong swing and your brass claws open the creature's skin. You were aiming for its throat but it dodges just in time that you rip open his chest instead. A powerful kick sends you flying back, your strong wings flapping to take you up just above the swing of the sword that would have cut you in two.
Without a second's pause you fly back at it, looping again around its sword and latching your powerful jaws onto its sword arm. A bellow of pain is your reward. It doesn't drop the sword. This demon is strong. Stronger than you. It is able to push you away, but you take a chunk of its flesh with you. This time you dive down and roll out of the way as its foot slams down where you were a moment before. You stay low and circle around it, scrambling on all fours as you dodge yet another lethal swing.
You can't remember the last time you felt so alive.
[[Go for the Kill|WrathWin]]
[[Wait for an Opening|WrathLose]]"Very well." She says, seeming disappointed. "I would have thought a devil like you could handle getting wet." She walks onto the shore, feet stepping from the water as she walks on the sand of the beach. Removed from the lake she no longer drips water as she moves, her body is a more cohesive unit.
"Sit with me." She says invitingly as she lowers herself, legs to the side, onto the beach. You take her invitation and lean up against one of the white-barked trees and hear what she has to say.
"I have been watching these people for centuries." She says. "Not quite the eternity they claim, but a people who only know what their grandparents tell them can only remember so far back." She smiles at you. "My soul was drawn here as yours was I imagine. But I do not quite aspire as highly as you. I am content to remain here and watch over my forest if you are content to leave my people unharmed."
"I do not wish to harm your people." You say. "Quite the opposite, I wish for them to live, multiply, and worship me."
She nods. "Our goals are not incompatible then. I will refrain from interference with you so long as you do not harm my people. Here." She moves as if taking off a necklace, and when her hands emerge from her watery hair she is indeed holding a green/silver chain with a blue gem hanging from it. "The people will this is my blessing mark to you. You will gain their favor now."
You take the pendant and hang it around your neck. You give the spirit a nod of respect and leave.
When you return to the shore you hold the pendant high. The Marku recognize it, but it doesn't have the huge impact you were hoping for. Nevertheless they begin to call you Khan, and it seems their numbers improve at a greater rate as you march through the jungle.
[[Finish your Conversion of the Marku|CiAnwar]]
<<set $clake = "med">><h1><center>Blood War</center></h1>You relax your mind slightly, letting the sword's influence guide your rage. Your senses sharpen as souls begin to stand out to you in the sky and on the ground far below you, glowing like fireflies or lanterns or small stars depending on the power within them. You feel a deep, gnawing hunger and a rush of adrenaline at the same time. You know what you have to do.
As the charnel winds blow and you spread your demonic wings wide and the stinking air lifts you into the floating plateaus above. You land on the first group of enemies you find and rip and tear into them, your sword taking their souls one by one. They try to talk. You don't listen. You're past that. You are the embodiment of freedom of action. Nothing can hold you. Nothing can stop you.
You move through the Pit of Hell like an unstoppable monster. leaving a trail of blood and broken bodies in your wake, the power of your sword growing with each beast you kill. And when you get to the top and see the open expanses of wildspace about you you take flight again and fly through the cosmos, killing your way through them.
The cold darkness of space is infinite. You kill your way through it, moving always towards the light you see higher and higher above you. Eventually you reach it. You see a war raging. A regiment of organized and armed devils is engaged in a fierce melee with a group of equally equipped angels. You smash into their fight like a wrecking ball, scattering angel and devil alike and then you lay into both sides. Whoever comes at you falls. And then you move closer to heaven.
There is a never ending wave of angels in your way. You claw and rip and tear your way through them. Even you can't last forever. A shot from a cannon the size of a city block smashes you back down into wildspace. But it doesn't hurt you badly enough to send you back to the Pit. You frozen body falls through space as it slowly heals, thanks to your sword's magic. When you awake you shake off the frost and take wing again fighting back to the Firmament. Your sword has refused to leave your grasp, it knows the slaughter you will feed it is more than any other soul could give to it.
Your war is eternal. Your foes are seemingly without number. You kill the devils you meet along the way. You kill the angels you find when you get there. You kill anything in between. With every kill your power increases.
You have your never ending war. You will never have a master. You have the fear of both sides of the cosmos and everything in between. Your body count rises, your legend grows, and you will never be extinguished.
Each time you are cast down from heaven you get closer. Closer and closer to your ultimate goal. You will rip the Maker from his throne and cast him out of his own heaven. You will sever his form and your sword will take his soul and then his power will be yours. Some day.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingBloodWar = "yes">><<if $elfbonus eq "fighter">>You aren't going to wait and see what is going on here. You raise your rifle and take down four of them in four quick shots, then drop to a sprinter's stance and charge right at them. They're fast with frantic hunger but you're much quicker, darting right through them as they grab at you. Even tough the ghouls don't try to follow you over the bridge, you sprint back to your secret entrance to the compound, freaked out majorly that you saw ghouls acting intelligently.
[[Report your Findings|EndingFoundingMother]]<<set $ghoulqueen = "escaped">><<else>>You pull your rifle down and open fire. Your first several shots find heads that explode into bloody messes, but as soon as you start shooting the ghouls are rushing you. You drop your rifle and reach for your knife but they are too fast. You are prepared to feel their teeth on you but that isn't the case, they bludgeon you with their fists and then lift you up and walk you toward the entrance of the condos.
They carry you inside and up several flights of stairs until you are on the floor where you saw the lights shining. The ghouls carry you through the doors and you see the entire floor is one condo.
It is very disconcerting to see the decor of the place. It is spotlessly clean, almost sterile, and decorated as if the owner has very expensive taste. The trimmings are all a hodgepodge of various styles though, as if they have been cobbled together from various scavengings.
"Stop right there." An imperial female voice stops the ghouls in their tracks. "I told you not to track your filth in here." The speaker comes from around the corner.
She is completely human and would be normal looking if these were normal times. Considering her surroundings though, she is completely out of place. Her slender figure is dressed in opaque black stockings, a black pencil skirt, and low black heels with a white blouse under a white lab coat. She has olive skin and her eyes appear to be slightly slanted, that is all you can see of her face as she wears a surgical mask over her nose and mouth. Her silky black hair is up in a tight bun.
"You caught one! Excellent!" She reaches for a syringe and walks over to you. Something tells you this is very wrong and you squirm to try to escape the ghouls but they do not give an inch. She presses the syringe to your neck. "Now I'm going to order the ghouls to set you down, if you start fighting I'm going to inject you with this and you won't like the results one bit." She smiles. "Are you going to behave?"
With no other choice, you nod yes. She order the ghouls to take your weapons and equipment. They take your utility belt and tactical vest and your gas mask and your boots, leaving you in a turtleneck and jeans, barefoot. The ghouls then set you down on the floor and file out of the room, closing the door behind them.
"Now, come in and have a seat please young lady." She says sweetly, pulling the syringe back from your neck and gesturing to a doily covered loveseat next to her.
[[Meet your Hostess|BEGhoulQueen]] <<endif>>"Don't gawk like an ape." You snap at him, provoking a startled recoil. He wasn't entirely expecting you to speak. "I am <<print $dname>>, your goddess, come to bring your people to glory. Take me to them." You command, as regally as an ash covered, massively pregnant, naked girl with bull horns ever has.
The man eyes you up and down, hand tightening on his club. He eyes your horns and your stomach. You can tell he is thinking you certainly look the part. "Come." He says finally, turning and walking out of the cave.
You follow him, raising an arm to shield your eyes from the sun as you walk into it, but it isn't necessary. Smoke hangs heavily in the air and the sunlight the comes through is little more than a bright, hazy, fog. The landscape is desolate, almost apocalyptic, as gouts of fire jut from the rock and magma flowers like rivers down the side of the mountain. You marvel at the fact that people can live in these conditions.
Things get less harsh as you descend the mountain, and the sentry gives you his hand to steady yourself and even pulls you up a few steep inclines. He is fantastically strong. He must be to guard a gate to hell, you figure. As you watch him, his eyes never stop scanning to the sides, his nostrils never stop smelling the air, he is always alert. A strong warrior, smart for what he is, you smile to yourself, if Stedt men are all this capable you may have an easier time of this than you thought.
[[Arrive at your Village|Cundavillage]]
<<set $cundarock = "command">><h1><center>Hero of the Dark Ages</center></h1>Your report completely floors Chief Saunders. She obviously wasn't expecting you to locate and defeat the source of the ghouls so handily. When you tell her that the monsters will lose all organization and be much easier to pick off now she looks like she could kiss you.
You are celebrated as the first great Hero of the new civilization. The day is declared a holiday in your honor and you are lavished with all the luxuries the people can give you. It feels wonderful to be so loved and respected. <<if $gabby eq "bitch">> Even moreso when Gabby whispers to you that she's going to fuck you with a strap on in front of the entire complex. She doesn't quite get the chance to do it but you're pretty sure she would have if the celebration went on much longer.<<endif>><<if $gabby eq "seduced">> Gabby watches all your new suitors jealously and doubles her efforts to be your favorite girl. She does a a very, very, good job of making sure you understand how much and how well she loves you that night.<<endif>><<if $gabby eq "romance">> Gabby supports you more than anyone, and you hold her hand through the entire celebration, the two of you kissing each other to the applause of the crowd several times. <<endif>>
Your skills at roaming far and wide take you away from your home for long periods of time, but you always return, always triumphant. You set such a great example that before long the society is emerging back into the surface, rebuilding the great city and purifying the air and water.
You retire after a long and illustrious career and become a trainer for the next generation of explorers. You die of old age, happy and at peace, with your life story being dramatized many times over. Generations to come shake at the thought of living in a time when invasion by cosmic forces and monstrous cannibals was a daily occurrence. You are remembered forever as the Greatest Hero of the Darkest Time in history.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingHerofotheDA = "yes">><h1><center>Fall of the Eiffel Tower</center></h1>Your clothes are ripped from your body and you are bent roughly over one of the workout machines. You find Montana's hairless balls dipped in your mouth and you suck on them gently as Dagget's thick cock fucks you from behind, slowly at first and then quicker and quicker.
Montana meanwhile has grabbed your hair like handlebars just as promised and is enjoying your oral services. You hear a clap of skin and realize they are high fiving each other over your back as you get spit-roasted. You are bounced back and forth by their thrusts and when they both cum they switch positions without even giving you a chance to shift and do it again. And then again. And then they roll you on your back and move you to the ground. Dalton kneels above you, his hairy balls right in your eyes as he shoves his cock in your mouth, Montana is fucking your by now well used pussy quite aggressively. And then of course they switch positions again and again.
What has to be at least an hour later you are lying on the floor of the impromptu gym, gasping for breath. Your face and hair are coated in cum and it is dripping out of your pussy as well.
"Well shit. I take back what I said." Dagget says, catching his breath to. "Come dressed in as little as possible and leave your hair in pigtails." He and Montana high five each other again.
As if you would have done anything else. You spend the next several weeks enjoying sexual marathons with the two fit young beefcakes. You are such a distraction that nobody is on top of civil security, and when a popular uprising decides to execute all of the old authority figures, nobody is even paying attention when the hit squad guns down the three of you. You die as you lived, with a cock in your mouth and another in your pussy, two men high fiving each other over your back.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingEifelTower = "yes">><h1><center>Imperial Mistress</center></h1>"Erik I..." you begin, but he shushes you and smiles down as you rearrange your dress.
"Don't fret my love, I'll take care of things." He smiles at you. You are invited to attend the celebration and sit to Erik's right as Anna fumes to his left. He's told her the new arrangement and she is not happy.
Erik announces to his people that while he celebrates the twentieth anniversary of his marriage to the Queen, he also celebrates by welcoming his sister in law to the royal family. The way you are dressed many assume he means as his mistress. They assume correctly.
While Anne remains the Queen in title, Erik's love is yours and yours alone. The two of you spend several weeks doing nothing but fucking to make up for lost time. As you do he transforms slowly. He starts to care much more about his appearance and his well being. He loses weight and gains muscles and that just makes him a better and more handsome lover.
Erik's attention and care extends to more than just fucking you though. You influence him to relax many of the archaic laws and soon Princess Tiffany is enjoying the company of women as often as she likes. She also joins Erik in his training the army and when he declares it ready to set out to expand the kingdom she rides at the head of it.
You join Erik in battle, your powerful magics set entire regiments to flight and scare some small lands into surrendering without a fight. You are also quite the diplomat and extortionist and your role is instrumental in turning Erik's Kingdom into an empire.
The combined might of many different conquered lands makes Erik's armies even more powerful and his empire stretches from ocean to ocean by the time his march is done. Tiffany has collected a willing harem of dazzling beauties from far and wide (which you dip into from time to time in exchange for joining them occasionally), but the Emperor has eyes only for you.
Anne sits at home, bitterly cursing the day you returned. She is the Empress technically, but everyone knows Erik's mistress is the real woman in charge.
The long years of marching and conquest turn into decades of peace when you and Erik grow old together, the world around you leaps forward in progress and technology from all of the diverse ideas and learnings from previously distant lands.
When you are laid to rest, you are interred in the Imperial mausoleum and your grave is more decorated than Anne's. Historians in time to come will assume that you were the most powerful and influential woman of your time. They aren't wrong.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingImperialMistress = "yes">>Holding your hand in hers, the ambassador leads you out of the court and towards the tower that houses the suites of esteemed guests. Many of the priests and nobles glare angrily at the woman leading another woman out, but ambassadors from heathen lands are not held to the same standards of morality and she apparently can get away with it. The woman seems to enjoy the stares and hatred her actions have attracted.
"Where are you the ambassador of, exactly?" You ask as her bodyguards hold the door open for you and then protect it from the outside as she pulls you into the lavish chambers.
"I doubt you've ever heard of it." She says with a smirk. "I imagine you don't know the name of the country you are in right now either." You smile and shrug, a bit embarassed. "Oh that's quite all right." She says with a smile. "I understand nobody made you a map when you were pulled here, eh?" She grins. "You needn't worry, my people are not so fussy when it comes to devils." She smiles at you, stroking your lovely black hair and admiring your face. "What a price you would fetch on our markets." She says, admiring you like a piece of meat. You squirm a bit uncomfortably.
"So," She says, obviously enjoying making you ill at ease. "Who do I have to think for sending you to entertain me."
"I'm not sure they would appreciate me telling." You say honestly.
"Oh I believe they will." The ambassador says with a wide smile. "I have been looking for a proper ally for my Emperor. These priests and knights lack a certain appeal." She strokes your hair some more. "But whoever brought you here, well I think they might be someone I want to meet."
You can't help but press your head into her hand. She has magical fingers this one, she knows just how to pet. You start to purr involuntarily. "And what does the one who summon me have to gain from this?" You ask politely.
She smiles. "My Emperor is wealthy beyond the imagining of these provincials. He has an army of wyvern-riding mamalukes, a library filled with the learning of ages long forgotten, and the loyalty of powerful devils. I believe he would find much in common with your master."
You blink, a bit impressed. You smile at her as she continues to stroke you. You're sold on setting up the meeting, but you want more of her first. "What else can I tell her to expect?" You smile suggestively.
She takes the cue, cups your cheek and pulls it in for a long, sweet passionate kiss. "Tell your Mistress she will enjoy my company." The ambassador promises. <<set $julia = "Zamwei">>
[[Set up a Meeting|JulieZ]]Under your guidance the Stedt turn their decrepit little squalid slum into a respectable fort. Stone walls are built around it, the houses are expanded and the palace especially grows much larger and more refined.
Using your demonic gifts you teach them how to make weapons and armor from ore you have ordered them to mine from the mountain. Hammers clang off of anvils over forges powered by the very volcano all day and night long as weapons are produced.
You teach them basic military tactics, how to work as teams, follow orders, and use their new weapons in battle. They are growing into a legitimate force. <<if $mkcinder eq "stud">>Grom is very helpful in teaching, instructing, and otherwise organizing your new army. The men still respect him as a strong leader, and the fact that he is willing to bend over or drop to his knees for you anytime you want just reinforces your power.<<endif>><<if $mkcinder eq "bitch">>The former king's lovely new form is constantly squirming about in your lap and you find leading her around in a leash and collar, naked, letting her suck on your cock as you observe your troops training is a wonderful motivation technique.<<endif>>
The winter passes. You have taken on many of the habits of the Stedt you live among. There are bones and other totems braided into your thick hair, you wear the skins of a fearsome beast draped casually about your shoulders and crotch and necklaces, bracelets and other jewelry of stone and bone now decorate your dark, fiery skin.
Feeling that your soldiers are ready, you order the campfires to be built high and the war drums to sound off to call to the other men and women of the Stedt to come and join your cause.
Animal hides are stretched across wooden frames to create massive drums. Your strongest men beat them as smoke signals rise from your bonfires. The Stedt that are scattered across the mountain know what this means - a local chief is claiming the title of Warlord.
[[Beat the War Drums|CinderSpring2]]Your warriors charge across the clearing. <<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>They keep their ranks close and hold thier gleaming metal weapons high.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>The earth trembles under their heavy tread as the gathered Marku gasp at the appearance of stone-blessed warriors on the edge of their camp.<<endif>>
Despite the element of surpirse, the Marku react quickly. Even their leaders are born of a harsh jungle after all. Bows and spears appear quickly in their hands and instruments summon the encamped escorts of the leaders who respond quickly from a very short distance.
You watch eagerly as the battle commences, but you are not pleased at what you see. The Marku have quickly gained the advantage over your worshippers!
Furious, you urge your mount forward and from your palanquin on top of the beast unleash hellfire down on the Marku army. Bolts of cinder rain from the sky and you are rewarded with screams of terror and the death of several warriors.
Unfortunately the Mark are not without their own magic and the chanting of their shamans summons storm clouds and rains that wash away the cinder from the sky. You lock wills with the Marku shamans, urging your cinder to overpower their rain. The struggle is mighty, but you don't notice one of them casting a different spell that is your undoing.
Lightning strikes near your palanquin and the beast you are standing on panicks. You barely have time to react before it has bucked off the palanquin and fled into the jungle. You flop onto your large belly on the muddy ground below, unceremoniously jiggling all the way down.
As you raise your face into the rain you see <<if $cundababy eq "childfree">>your warriors breaking ranks and fleeing into the jungle.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "anonymous">>your red-skinned devil son killed by one of the Marku chiefs just and your warriors breaking ranks and fleeing into the jungle.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "grom">>your minotaur off spring standing atop several dead Marku, peppered with arrows and finally overwhelmed by nearly a dozen warriors attacking him at once. At the death of their champion, your warriors break ranks and start fleeing into the jungle.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "rock">>Rock atop of his lizard like son locked in combat with a Marku chieftan who is riding a rhino-like beast of his own. The two are equally matched it seems and you think your champion will win the day for you, until another bolt of lightning hits him directly and your favorite is quickly overwhelmed. When your warriors see that, those who have not already quickly break ranks and flee.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "shaman">>your warriors being sucked into the muddy ground around them. As your shamans are picked off by Marku assassins, the protections of the earth fade and the power of the water is overwhelming their heavy bodies. Your elemental son has wrought much havoc, but the combined force of several Marku shamans has undone his essence and he is no now more than a pile of inanimate rocks.<<endif>> <<if $cundababy eq "all">>your warriors have broken ranks and fled into the jungle, leaving your diverse offspring to fight the Marku, which they are, fiercely. As you struggle to get to your feet though, a powerful blast of draining magic hits you and as it does your offspring lose much of their strength and are quickly overwhelmed by the proud Marku warriors.<<endif>>
You struggle to get to your feet again, slipping in the wet mud and feeling much less than dignified as the rain soaks your naked curves.
"Well, isn't this interesting." A feminine voice says from behind you. You turn to see a Marku shaman, wearing robes that are little more than scraps around her lovely figure leaning against a white wood staff. She casts a quick spell and you find yourself bound with chains of lightining around your arms and legs, held in place in the air. Your struggle with the shamans earlier drained you of your strength and as more of her comrades aid her you are fully subdued.
[[Defeat!|MarkuToy]]The seraphs load into massive, heavily armored transport ships and launch into the void of wildspace. Below the cloudy firmament the atmosphere vanishes and you can't see anything but the twinkling stars in the distance. The firmament is a comforting glow above you, but it is nowhere as bright as a star and you soon lose sight of its glow.
You fly next to the transport, your suit's power easily able to propel you through the void and your mask keeping air in and letting you breathe. A few attack craft are escorting the transport but they don't bother your much. It's nice to be alone in the void after being the center of attention during the presentation.
<<if $jug4 eq "gg">>You blush angrily as you think of how Captain Stone gave you a new name without even asking. Somehow that burns you worse than the fact that he's going to reward you to a seraph that does particularly well at the end of this mission. Or maybe the burn is just fresher in your mind. You grit your teeth and shake your head again.<<endif>><<if $jug4 eq "hbic">>You are somewhat more calm than you were before you took over Stone's little display. Of course now you've promised to be the one that picks who deserves to use you for their pleasure after this mission, but at least having a say in the matter is slightly empowering.<<endif>>
You just can't get over that name though. <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Lacy<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Bambi<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>Bouncy<<endif>> <<if $jug3 eq "green">>Champagne<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "blue">>Cookies<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "white">>Glitter<<endif>>. Answering to that for the rest of this mission is really going to drive you up the wall.
The mission itself has been uploaded to your suit's memory and you access it while you follow the transport ship. You've been sent to thwart a demon attack on a faithful planet. This particular planet is very lush, green, and filled with low technology humanoids who loyally worship the Maker. It is for this reason very often a target of demon attacks.
Usually it is just one or a small group, fresh from the pit and looking to gain power from kills and terror. Hunting such demons has become a rite of passage for the inhabitants of the world. However this time it seems that some demons have formed a strong alliance and a massive attack is underway.
Your first assignment is to assault from orbit the center of the demon's base of operation and hopefully kill the leader of the attack.
[[Descend|SJattack]]<center><h1>Past Lives</h1></center>//This page tracks the significant moments you have discovered, when or just before your soul reached the end of a previous life!
Note: a passage may not appear here until after you restart the game.//
<center>''Demonic Lives''</center>
<<if $EndingSloth eq "yes">>[[The Sleep of the Sloth|EndingSloth]] - //You gave up completely. How pathetic.//<<else>>The Sleep of the Sloth - You have not lived this life! Perhaps that is a good thing. <<endif>>
<<if $EndingBellyoftheBeast eq "yes">>[[Belly of the Beast|EndingBellyoftheBeast]] - //Eat or be eaten, a fat bully or a snack. Either way a waste and an embarrassment.//<<else>>Belly of the Beast - You have not lived this life! Pity your BMI if you do.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingSloppySeconds eq "yes">>[[Sloppy Seconds|EndingSloppySeconds]] - //You lowered yourself to seducing your sister's husband and ended up a drunken failure of a queen.//<<else>>Sloppy Seconds - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingRedinToothandClaw eq "yes">>[[Red in Tooth and Claw|EndingRedinToothandClaw]] - //You have known the life of a lesser soldier demon, a life of endless slaughter and pain.//<<else>>Red in Tooth and Claw - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingMountainQueen eq "yes">>[[Primitive Chief|ChiefCunda]] - //You have lived the life of the failed leader of a squat tribe of primitives.//<<else>>Primitive Chief - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingStarspawn eq "yes">>[[Starspawn|EndingStarspawn]] - //You lost your mind to serve the creatures from beyond our cosmos.//<<else>>Starspawn - You have not lost yourself to those from beyond.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingQueenofOuterSpace eq "yes">>[[Queen of Outer Space|EndingQueenofOuterSpace]] - //You lived the solitary life of a beautiful sorceress, gliding through time and space in your private tower.//<<else>>Queen of Outer Space - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingHighAdventure eq "yes">>[[High Adventure|EndingHighAdventure]] - //You were the hot sorceress companion of a sexy warrior. Good times were had by all! Some moreso than others...//<<else>>High Adventure - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingLoveConquersAll eq "yes">>[[Love Conquers All|EndingLoveConquersAll]] - //You found true love in an unexpected place!//<<else>>Love Conquers All - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingGreatBlackDragon eq "yes">>[[The Great Black Dragon|EndingGreatBlackDragon]] - //Your greed turned you into a beautiful, powerful monster.//<<else>>The Great Black Dragon - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingGoodWitch eq "yes">>[[The Good Witch|EndingGoodWitch]] - //Despite your best efforts, you led a life of charity and compassion and were remembered as a good witch.//<<else>>The Good Witch - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingImperialMistress eq "yes">>[[Imperial Mistress|EndingImperialMistress]] - //You lived the life of a concubine to a great warrior king.//<<else>>Imperial Mistress - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingJustaFootNote eq "yes">>[[Just a Footnote|EndingJustaFootNote]] - //You lived the life of a Queen. It was much less glamorous and exciting than you hoped.//<<else>>Just a Footnote - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingSorceressSexSlave eq "yes">>[[The Sorceress Sex Slave|EndingSorceressSexSlave]] - //You lived the life of the slave to your king and his servants, despite your power.//<<else>>Sorceress Sex Slave - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingBloodWar eq "yes">>[[Blood War|EndingBloodWar]] - //You have fought in the endless war between the Pit and Paradise!//<<else>>Blood War - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingCyborgRaider eq "yes">>[[Cyborg|EndingCyborgRaider]] - //A devil soldier wounded in combat, you were rebuilt stronger and more obedient than before.//<<else>>Cyborg - You have not received this upgrade!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingSerpentLord eq "yes">>[[Serpent Lord|EndingSerpentLord]] - //You consumed the might of a great serpent, and used it to rule a solar system as it's devil king.//<<else>>Serpent Lord - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingWhippingGirl eq "yes">>[[Whipping Girl|EndingWhippingGirl]] - //You were captured and used by a devil king.//<<else>>Whipping Girl - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingSlaveintheAgeofEnlightenment eq "yes">>[[Slave in the Age of Enlightenment|EndingSlaveintheAgeofEnlightenment]] - //You were captured as a slave in a high age of magic and progress.//<<else>>Slave in the Age of Enlightenment - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingSecretMilkGoddess eq "yes">>[[Milky Messiah|EndingSecretMilkGoddess]] - //Your milk flowed and the people worshipped you for it.//<<else>>Milky Messiah - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingSlaveGoddessApotheosis eq "yes">>[[Slave Goddess Apotheosis|EndingSlaveGoddessApotheosis]] - //The more chains they put on you, the less like a mortal you looked.//<<else>>Slave Goddess Apotheosis - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingDevilGirls eq "yes">>[[Devil Girls|EndingDevilGirls]] - //Some like it hot.//<<else>>Devil Girls - You have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $UFPJuliaBusted eq "yes">>[[Busted But Worth It|KnightDevilBusted]] - //You let your cock think for you. I'm not surprised.//<<else>>Busted But Worth It - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPJuliaChris1 eq "yes">>[[The Princess's Sacrifice|PrincessSacrifice]] - //You put your faith in Christina.//<<else>>The Princess's Sacrifice - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPJuliaBetrayal eq "yes">>[[What a Bitch...|PrincessBetrayHer]] - //You were just a tool.//<<else>>What a Bitch... - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPJuliaSubtelty eq "yes">>[[Lacking in Subtelty|AltarBoyJulia]] - //The butthole that launched a thousand ships.//<<else>>Lacking in Subtelty - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingCundaCow eq "yes">>[[The Demon King's Breeding Cow|CBC2]] - //Would you like to moo for him again?//<<else>>The Demon King's Breeding Cow - you have not lived this life!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingMarkuToy eq "yes">>[[Toy of the Khans|MarkuToy]] - //Defeated in battle, chained to a totem, a symbol of Marku supremacy.//<<else>>Toy of the Khans - you have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingAnwarGarden eq "yes">>[[The Hanging Gardens|EndingAnwarGarden]] - //Unable to conquer the Anwar, you ended up on display in their holy gardens.//<<else>>The Hanging Gardens - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingJungleQueen eq "yes">>[[Jungle Queen|EJG2]] - //You fell short of true godhood, but you became the Queen of the Jungle.//<<else>>Jungle Queen - you have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingStedtWarlord eq "yes">>[[Stedt Warlord|EndingStedtWarlord]] - //You were confined to a volcano, but at least you ruled there.//<<else>>Stedt Warlord - you have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $StuckintheMud eq "yes">>[[Stuck in the Mud|StuckintheMud]] - //You were a muddy mess.//<<else>>Stuck in the Mud - you have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingJungleKhan eq "yes">>[[Jungle Khan|EJG3]] - //You fell short of true godhood, but you became the Khan of the Jungle.//<<else>>Jungle Khan - you have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<center>''Angelic Lives''</center><<silently>>(Basic Angel)<<endsilently>>
<<if $EndingMultiverseRenouncer eq "yes">>[[The Multiverse Renouncer|EndingMultiverseRenouncer]] - //You refused to participate.//<<else>>The Multiverse Renouncer - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingServinginHeaven eq "yes">>[[Serving in Heaven|EndingServinginHeaven]] - //You spent eternity in a meaningless existence in Paradise.//<<else>>Serving in Heaven - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingSheepsClothing eq "yes">>[[Sheep's Clothing|EndingSheepsClothing]] - //You displayed exceptional cowardice.//<<else>>Sheep's Clothing - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<silently>>(Mercy)<<endsilently>>
<<if $EndingGotGTP eq "yes">>[[Guardian of the Galaxy . . . Trailer Park|EndingGotGTP]] - //Your apathy knew no rival.//<<else>>Guardian of the Galaxy . . . Trailer Park - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingShadowofGod eq "yes">>[[The Shadow of God|EndingShadowofGod]] - //You exhibited unshaking faith and loyalty.//<<else>>Shadow of God - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingSingularityApotheosis eq "yes">>[[Singularity Apotheosis|EndingSingularityApotheosis]] - //You accomplished the unthinkable.//<<else>>Singularity Apotheosis - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingTangledWeb eq "yes">>[[Tangled Web|EndingTangledWeb]] - //You commited Grand Theft Identity.//<<else>>Tangled Web - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingShowMustGoOn eq "yes">>[[The Show Must Go On|EndingShowMustGoOn]] - //You were a victim of Grand Theft Identity.//<<else>>The Show Must Go On - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingPASC eq "yes">>[[Post-Apocalyptic Stoner Chick|EndingPASC]] - //Your laziness led you nowhere.//<<else>>Post-Apocalyptic Stoner Chick - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingAtheistUtopia eq "yes">>[[Atheist Utopia|EndingAtheistUtopia]] - //You lived a life apart from the eternal struggle, in a struggle of your own making.//<<else>>Atheist Utopia - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingMrsMalone eq "yes">>[[Mrs. Malone|EndingMrsMalone]] - //You were the perfect wife in a perfect life.//<<else>>Mrs. Malone - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingUberFraulein eq "yes">>[[Über Fräulein|EndingUberFraulein]] - //You formed your own country, without blackjack or hookers.//<<else>>Über Fräulein - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingEifelTower eq "yes">>[[Fall of the Eiffel Tower|EndingEifelTower]] - //You lived by the dick and died by the dick.//<<else>>Fall of the Eiffel Tower - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingLawmaker eq "yes">>[[Lawmaker|EndingLawmaker]] - //You brought justice to a lawless wasteland.//<<else>>Lawmaker - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingExecutioner eq "yes">>[[Executioner|EndingExecutioner]] - //Justice came for you in a lawless wasteland.//<<else>>Executioner - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingFoundingMother eq "yes">>[[Founding Mother|EndingFoundingMother]] - //You brought civilization to a lawless wasteland.//<<else>>Founding Mother - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingHerofotheDA eq "yes">>[[Hero of the Dark Ages|EndingHerofotheDA]] - //You lived a life of adventure.//<<else>>Hero of the Dark Ages - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingGhoulQueen eq "yes">>[[Ghoul Queen|EndingGhoulQueen]] - //You commanded unquestioning loyalty from your subjects.//<<else>>Ghoul Queen - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingBetterOffDead eq "yes">>[[Better off Dead|EndingBetterOffDead]] - //You died for what you believed was right.//<<else>>Better Off Dead - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<silently>>(Doll)<<endsilently>>
<<if $EndingOfficeAccessory eq "yes">>[[An Accessory Every Office Should Have!|EndingOfficeAccessory]] - //You spent eternity serving bureaucracy.//<<else>>An Accessory Every Office Should Have - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingPinkPirate eq "yes">>[[Pink Haired Pirate|EndingPinkPirate]] - //You spent eternity living out a theme park ride.//<<else>>Pink-Haired Pirate - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingPirateWench eq "yes">>[[Pirate Wench|EndingPirateWench]] - //You spent eternity living out the porn parody of a theme park ride.//<<else>>Pirate Wench - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingBBBJG eq "yes">>[[Big-Boobed Blowjob Genie|EndingBBBJG]] - //You spent eternity granting only one wish.//<<else>>Big-Boobed Blowjob Genie - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingESextoy eq "yes">>[[Executive Sex Toy|EndingESextoy]] - //The younger you looked, the more they wanted to use you.//<<else>>Executive Sex Toy - You have not become cum dump of dirty old men.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingLesbianStripper eq "yes">>[[Lesbian Stripper|EndingLesbianStripper]] - //You spent eternity dining on ambrosia.//<<else>>Lesbian Stripper - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingSupportingtheTroops eq "yes">>[[Supporting the Troops|EndingSupportingtheTroops]] - //You spent eternity expertly handling poles.//<<else>>Supporting the Troops - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingMainAttraction eq "yes">>[[The Main Attraction|EndingMainAttraction]] - //You spent eternity incessantly assaulted by poles.//<<else>>Main Attraction - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingSpaceBunny eq "yes">>[[Space Bunny|EndingSpaceBunny]] - //You spent eternity in the stars.//<<else>>Space Bunny - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<silently>>(Juggernaut)<<endsilently>>
<<if $EndingPSA eq "yes">>[[Public Service Announcement|EndingPSA]] - //You were made an example of.//<<else>>Public Service Announcement - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingOubliette eq "yes">>[[Oubliette|EndingOubliette]] - //You fought the law and lost.//<<else>>Oubliette - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingVigilante eq "yes">>[[Vigilante|EndingVigilante]] - //Scored by Hans Zimmer.//<<else>>Vigilante - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingCagedPet eq "yes">>[[Caged Pet|EndingCagedPet]] - //You spent eternity with a gaping maw for an asshole.//<<else>>Caged Pet - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingBeastofBurden eq "yes">>[[Beast of Burden|EndingBeastofBurden]] - //You spent eternity living a simple existence.//<<else>>Beast of Burden - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingKingoftheJungle eq "yes">>[[King of the Jungle|EndingKingoftheJungle]] - //You became the alpha predator.//<<else>>King of the Jungle - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<silently>>(Spy)<<endsilently>>
<<if $EndingMotherLizard eq "yes">>[[Mother Lizard|EndingMotherLizard]] - //You found love in a hopeless place.//<<else>>Mother Lizard - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingLizardGirl eq "yes">>[[Lizard Girl|EndingLizardGirl]] - //You gave everything for the mission.//<<else>>Lizard Girl - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingBigCityLife eq "yes">>[[Big City Life|EndingBigCityLife]] - //Romeo spent an eternity with Juliet. Sort of.//<<else>>Big City Life - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingNotTangledEnough eq "yes">>[[Not Tangled Enough|EndingNotTangledEnough]] - //You botched the mission.//<<else>>Not Tangled Enough - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<<if $EndingPencilPusher eq "yes">>[[Pencil Pusher|EndingPencilPusher]] - //Not quite the career you wanted.//<<else>>Pencil Pusher - You have not lived this life.<<endif>>
<center>''Other Lives''</center>
<<if $EndingTrueOblivion eq "yes">>[[The Edge of Oblivion|Memories]] - //You found your soul teetering on the brink of non-existence.//<<else>>The Edge of Oblivion - Your soul has not discovered this!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingLifeWiththeReigar eq "yes">>[[Life with the Reigar|EndingLifeWiththeReigar]] - //You chose to stay with a pair of delightful demigods in a beautiful tower hidden from the cosmos.//<<else>>Life with the Reigar - Your soul has not discovered this moment!<<endif>>
<<if $EndingZodiac eq "yes">>[[The Symbols|Zodiac]] - //You found your soul in a froggy place.//<<else>>The Symbols - Your soul has not discovered this!<<endif>>
<center>''Unfinished Lives'' //(These paths are unfinished and may lead to dead links.)//</center>
<<if $UFPBeastSeraph eq "yes">>//A Beast of a Seraph// - //You were perhaps the finest soldier Paradise had ever seen.//<<else>>A Beast of a Seraph - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPBustJugg eq "yes">>//A Bust of Chrome// - //You were perhaps the most beautiful soldier Paradise had ever seen.//<<else>>A Bust of Chrome - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPJuggsGrey eq "yes">>//A Bust of Chrome and a Rod from the Heavens// - //You were perhaps the most beautiful soldier Paradise had ever seen... but they couldn't keep you.//<<else>>A Bust of Chrome and a Rod from the Heavens - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPGlove eq "yes">>//A Spy for the Glove// - //James Bond would have been proud... or maybe jealous.// - //Note: There are a dozen different resolutions to the first mission.//<<else>>A Spy for the Glove - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPClockmaker eq "yes">>//Clockmaker// - //The sands of time forever turn.//<<else>>Clockmaker - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPValkyrie eq "yes">>//Valkyrie// - //And she shall smite the wicked.//<<else>>Valkyrie - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPHerald eq "yes">>//Herald// - //A woman's most effective weapon expertly wielded for a righteous cause.//<<else>>Herald - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPAdvocate eq "yes">>//Advocate// - //You were privy to some secrets.//<<else>>Advocate - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPImmortalKombat eq "yes">>//Immortal Kombat// - //Dun dun dun... dun dun dun... dun dun dun...//<<else>>Immortal Kombat - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPJuliaPet eq "yes">>//Julia's Pet// - //Let the corruption flow.//<<else>>Julia's Pet - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPJuliaThreesome eq "yes">>//Julia: The Ambassador// - //Three's a crowd.//<<else>>Julia: Threesome - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPJuliaLoyalty eq "yes">>//Julia: Loyalty// - //Uh oh...//<<else>>Julia: Loyalty - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPJuliaKali eq "yes">>//Julia: Kali// - //The cutest assassin.//<<else>>Julia: Kali - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPJuliaCowGoddess eq "yes">>//Julia: Cow Goddess// - //You chose cream over milk.//<<else>>Julia: Cow Goddess - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPJuliaCaught eq "yes">>//Julia: Caught// - //Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!//<<else>>Julia: Caught - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPElysium eq "yes">>//Stuck in Elysium// - //Be good and maybe they'll let you into Paradise.//<<else>>Stuck in Elysium - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPDLDGod eq "yes">>//Lust Demon Godhood// - //Full speed on the highway to Apotheosis.//<<else>>Lust Demon Godhood - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPTifffun eq "yes">>//Long Live the Queen// - //And they said Chivalry is dead.//<<else>>Long Live the Queen - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<if $UFPSpaceMercs eq "yes">>//Star Mercs// - //Seems familiar...//<<else>>Star Mercs - You have not yet found this path.<<endif>>
<<back>>
<<silently>>If you would like to completely reset the endings you have found click here to <<click "Forget Everything">>
<<script>>storage.removeItem("remember");<</script>>
<</click>>.<<endsilently>>
"Alright." He says, walking into his office as you follow. He looks around for a bit longer than he should before he grabs a manila file folder. The folder is bulging with newspaper clippings and typed reports.
"This is the one that's got me drinking." He says handing it to you.
You see a scribbled name on the front. "Morgan." How helpful.
"So...Morgan is...?" You prompt as you start rifling through the contents.
"Morgan is the dead body." He says grimly. You clear detritus from one of the wooden chairs opposite his cluttered desk as he lowers himself into the chair behind it.
"Ashley Morgan." He says glumly, moving to refill his flask from a large bottle of scotch that he apparently keeps in his bottom desk drawer on the left. As he says that name you come upon an 8x12 glossy photo. A beautiful young woman smiles back at you, her eyes filled with hope and optimism for her future. It looks like a promotional photo.
"Actress?" You ask turning the pages.
"She wanted to be." He swirls his flask like it's a glass. "Which means her photo went all over. Which means the list of potential killers is as long as your legs." You let the crude comment slide.
"So why are you so interested in this one? There must be a hundred missing girls in a city this size." There is no answer right away. You flip through a newspaper article about a murderer being arrested a few months ago and still there is no answer. Finally you look up and see Bower giving you a steely glare.
"Don't ask that question." He says with a gravelly snarl.
[[Become Very Interested in the File|GumShoe5]]You mutter an apology and start going through the file. You quickly become familiar with what's known to the public at least.
Ashley Morgan, 20 years old, had just arrived from the East Coast. She had a few years of training as a classical actress at a prestigious old money type institution out there. Her father, Garfield Morgan, was a state senator for several terms before retiring. Her mother doesn't seem to show up other than smiling prettily in articles about her father.
Ashley was living in a small loft in the film district, Oakgrove, a place where dreams are made. Other than not working several jobs to pay her bills like most aspiring movie stars she lived that life. She had turned down a few cheap parts, turned down a few more that involved nudity. She was waiting for a big break.
She was playing Juliet in one of the actual old school local theaters - a place called the Hourglass. It wasn't regarded as a great production, and most of the locals ignored the stage. Apparently she just did it to pass the time.
A few days after opening night, almost half a year before today's date, she was found stabbed to death in a nearby alley. The photos make you wince at first. Her eyes are wide open. She is wearing a knee length red dress and black heels with a pearl necklace and expensive bracelets. Her purse lies there next to her, apparently with nothing missing. The wound is directly to her midsection, a huge cut from the look of it.
The coroner's report adds a few details. The knife was plunged so deep into her stomach it nearly emerged from the other side of her. The size of the cut is apparently from the blade itself being very wide. Not a common knife. But nobody ever found it.
She had some alcohol in her system, but not enough to impair her seriously. She also had a small amount of opium. The alcohol didn't surprise anyone, the opium did.
Ashley's apartment was in the same mostly clean condition her neighbors said it was always in. If anything is missing nobody could figure out what. Her body was not claimed by her family. It was cremated, apparently per her wishes, a few months later. There is no record of any funeral.
About a month ago the local police pinned the crime on a local homeless man and opium addict named Johnny Trim, aka the Trashman for his habit of digging through trash looking for something to trade or eat. He frequented the area around the Hourglass. The newspapers say he confessed.
You glance up after that article, Bower's barely open eyes catch yours and he grunts. "Trashman didn't do it. I know that guy. He's a junkie and a thief. He's no killer. Even if he had stabbed her, her purse and jewels would be gone. And 'sides, he's never carried a knife. Local beat sergeant told him he'd toss him in jail every time he shook him down and found a blade."
You don't ask the obvious question, how does he know that, just give him time to answer himself.
"Sergeant Thomas is a friend of mine. Has been ever since I left the force." He grunts. "And before, we were in the war together."
"So, why would they pin it on him then?" You ask, although you can probably guess the answer.
"Pretty actress, old money family, media stirring up rumors of a serial killer." You flip a few articles and find some written theorizing that other unsolved murders are by the same killer. "Someone had to get locked up." He takes a drink, his first since you got the file. "And now it's on me to actually solve this thing." He glances up at you before you can say it. "Don't ask why."
[[Hmmmm. Where to Start.|Gumshoe6]]<h1><center>The Queen of Outer Space</center></h1>With one more happy sigh you snug the cloak around you and then return to the tower. You walk down the steps to the dining hall where a fire is roaring. You let the cloak slip off of your slender shoulders as you take your chair in front of the fireplace. You cross your legs and reach your hand out, a glass of excellent wine appears there as you do. You sigh happily and take a deep sip.
How shall you spend this evening? With your incubus? With a good book of spells? Perhaps you'll amuse yourself trying to break the enchantment on the wardrobe. So much time, so many ways to amuse yourself.
As the months go by your army of invisible servants grows. They expand your tower until it looms high over the forest, make you new finery once you finally break Malleguarde's magical locks on your wardrobe, and find and prepare the finest meals for you.
Eventually you decide the best way to prevent yourself from aging is to remove yourself from this planet where time has such a hold. Summoning your most powerful magics you lift your tower into the void of wildspace. A small rock foundation, some plants, and a magically sealed air bubble come with you into the stars.
Your power is far from that of a divine being, so your floating tower never becomes a Grey Realm, and you are careful to avoid the attention of the Maker and the Adversary and any other cosmic entity. Other than your incubus and a few other pleasure specialists when you get in the mood, you subsist on your army of invisible servitors bringing you all you need from the worlds that you pass by as your tower flies through space like a lost meteor.
With very little stress in your life you age almost as slowly as the stars themselves. You spend the rest of eternity happily learning, feasting, and enjoying your solitary life. It's just what you always wanted!
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.// <<remember $EndingQueenofOuterSpace = "yes">>"You said you would stop calling me that." You mutter as you have a seat in the chair, ready for whatever the next step of this examination is. As you sit down in it it automatically reclines back and the doors of the cylindrical chamber seal shut. You can hear your guide talking with another of the lab geeks.
You hear an intercom click on; apparently they don't realize you can hear them just fine. "Just relax, we're going to administer the Super Serum and get you in the power armor. This is the same serum we give everyone. Seriously." He says. "This may sting just a bit..." The intercom clicks out and you can still hear them talking at the same volume.
The clear material on the outer edges of the cylinder suddenly becomes opaque, preventing you from seeing outside. A green light flicks on above you, projecting a grid across your body as you lie in the chair. Straps emerge from the arms and near your feet and secure you in here tightly as another pulls your neck close to the chair.
"Hey, this one actually filled in all the answers." One says to the other.
"Good, good, now we'll see if your theory of the Ratio of Ego to Force is correct." The other says. "Start Experimental Procedure Zed Seven."
"Of course it's correct." The first one replies snottily. "Let's see what he said..."
[[The Process Begins|JuggS4]]<<if $mhcrimintvw eq "rushed">>You stroll into the office confidently. It is a beat up, drab little place with a door off to the side. You see a bell at the reception desk and ring it. You hear some stirring and a slightly overweight man wearing a mildly stained white shirt and suspenders with grey suit pants comes out. He's in his early 40s and looks like the world is wearing him down hard. A cigarette dangles from his lip.
"Not today babe, come back tomorrow I'll take your case then." He says through half asleep eyes.
"I'm here for the interview." You say calmly. "Tabitha Marx. You may have been expecting someone else." You grin.
"You shittin' me?" The man mutters crassly. "A girl?"<<endif>><<if $mhcrimintvw eq "patient">>"You?" He blinks as you fill him in. "You?!?" He repeats dumbly and sits down and shakes his head.<<endif>>
"Serves me right." He mutters as he reaches under the reception desk for a flask and takes a long hit on it. "Bout all I can do these days is get anyone coming in and now the only person askin to be my partner is a goddamn skirt." He takes another deep gulp.
<<if $mhcrimintvw eq "rushed">>"Well if you don't think you can handle me..." you turn around to leave, ready to put on a tough face. The quick pinch to your ass makes you gasp and nearly jump out of your pumps.
"Oh I can handle you, toots. You want another example?"
"No thank you." You say blushing, turning and holding a hand up protectively. "I believe you." He stares at you for a moment and then laughs and shakes his head.
"Screw it." He says. "You've got the job."<<endif>><<if $mhcrimintvw eq "patient">>"I'm not a girl, I'm a Detective. Detective Tabitha Marx. I made a higher rank than you ever did." You say, arms akimbo. "And if you want any help on these cases of yours, if you want to actually solve them quickly, if you want your name to mean something again, you'll straighten up and hire me." You snap.
He blinks, as if he can't quite believe what he just heard. "Well. Bottom's up." He says nearly emptying the flask. He swishes it, hearing some left and hands it to you.
Smiling at him, you take a deep gulp. And then instantly pull a face. He chuckles. "Welcome aboard."<<endif>>
[[Let's Get to Work|GumShoe4]]You flip open your notepad and see a resume all neatly typed up. You know, you typed it yourself, as this is before the age of computers. Hey, no typos!
You see that you've listed yourself as a police officer from a small town in a state in the middle of this country. After a few years on the beat you were promoted to Sergeant and then Detective before moving out to San Angeles, the big city you're in. You worked as a low level officer here, you know that you were a meter maid, for about a year before you realized you weren't going to get a real shot and decided to go look for a better job. Which brings you here.
You know this is all actually true for you, other than the name. Teddy Marx. Ha, you're not quite a Teddy. Your real name of course is Tabitha, making you more of a Tabby. You remember growing up in a heavily forested rural area, learning to hunt and shoot as your single father raised you as a son. Poor guy didn't know no better. You made it onto that police force on your own, and worked the way up on your own as well. And now you're set to do it again.
Making sure your hat is on straight you walk in just in time seeing a rather cheap office setup. You ring a bell and wait a few moments before a slightly overweight man wearing a mildly stained white shirt and suspenders with grey suit pants comes out. He's in his early 40s and looks like the world is wearing him down hard. A cigarette dangles from his lip.
"Beat it toots, I'm waiting for someone." He says.
[[Yes, Me.|GumShoe2]]
<<set $mhcrimintvw = "patient">>You bid a fond farewell to Gloria and Lydia takes you outside. "I've got our ride coming." She says smiling. As you step outside the carriage arrives. The carriage itself is covered in red velvet, both inside and out. The metal parts are solid gold and many decorations line the outside in an overly done rococo style. The horses that are hitched to the front of it are so white they practically glow, and both have magnificent angelic wings spreading from their back. You didn't realize that heaven had pegasi at their service.
A coachman dressed in a very nice, but old fashioned suit hops down from the bench and walks to you. He has scraggly white muttonchops and pale skin. He takes off his hat and bows to you.
"My Lady, I'm here to deliver you to the Maker's voice to begin your service as a Herald." The coachman says proudly as he opens the door for you, bowing low as he does.
Feeling a bit self-conscious at this level of treatment, you quickly prance your way up the golden stairs and into the carriage. The coachman lifts the reins and the pure white, winged horses being to pull the carriage upwards.
[[To the Minaret|MinaretFlight]]
//Checkpoint Reached - The Heralds of His Will//
<<remember $CheckPtHerald = "yes">>You maintain that position, holding him against you with one arm while you fuck his ass from a standing position. His legs flail uselessly and he tries not to meet the eyes of his former followers.
But as the fucking continues and your magical nature makes it pleasurable for him too, his demeanor changes considerably. The primal male nature inside of him starts to enjoy the sex too much for his pride to get in the way. He starts to shout out in joy. You whisper your name in his ear.
"<<print $dname>>!" He gasps. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster <<print $dname>>, master!" The proud warrior has become you willing fucktoy. You give him exactly what he has been asking for as the amazed onlookers start to get rather aroused themselves. As you scan the assembled primitives you see they are touching each other and themselves, trying to be subtle, in a mix of arousal and awe.
You fuck load after load of cum out of the man, making him spray like a firehose as you give him orgasm after orgasm. Finally you cum yourself, spraying hot demon cum deep inside of him.
"That was wonderful master." He gasps as you drop him to the ground. "It was...."
"Divine." You finish his sentence. "In a very literal sense." You speak to everyone now. "Who rules here?"
"<<print $dname>>." Is their instant response.
[[Get to work|CinderWork]]
<<set $mkcinder = "stud">>
<<set $power += 1>>"Sure thing Sir." You mutter a bit nervously.
"Outstanding. Now, here are the ground rules. Only oral and anal, you keep that powersuit on over your little deformity, we'll call it a chastity belt, the suit can shrink itself down right?"
You nod. This suit can do almost anything.
"Good. We'll say the Maker has forbidden the men fucking your pussy until they really earn it. Of course they never will. If they ever do anything that heroic we'll need to get you reassigned or something. Eh, I'll figure it out when we get there."
"Now, show me how that suit can change itself. Stand up." You stand again. "Make it shrink down to only cover your ass and tits.
You blush as the covering over your legs pulls up and down, leaving your legs bare, while the coverage over your midsection likewise vanishes and the sleeves are sucked into the halter. You're now wearing what looks like a <<if $jug3 eq "green">>green<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "blue">>baby blue<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "white">>white<<endif>> sports bra and biker shorts with a pair of hooker boots. <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>A pair of heavy cannons still sits on your shoulders, and what look like some bracers with mounted weapons still adorn your slender wrists, but the rest of your guns have vanished. Your combat potential is severely reduced in this form.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">> The elemental boosters have reduced themselves in size to accommodate your new look, you won't be able to use them nearly as effectively.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>The less of your body the suit covers, the less it can guide you, and feel that your combat abilities are very reduced in this outfit.<<endif>>
"Not bad." Captain Stone nods. "Now let's see something more girly. How about a little dress?"
Gritting your teeth you respond. "Sir If I make it smaller I'll lose all of the strength of the suit, and this body by itself is actually weaker than an angel male." You mutter embarrassed.
"Okay." Stone says, obviously nonplussed.
[[Put yourself in a mini dress|juggtrophyyes]]
[[Refuse|juggtrophyno]]The grateful men and women want to carry you on their shoulders, but that would prevent you from sexily strutting about in your new clothes so you wave them off and sexily strut into the village, arm in arm with Sally, laughing pleasantly at the many amusing jokes (that you have absolutely no frame of reference for and don't get at all) that the villagers regale you with.
The village is mostly made of haphazardly piled up rocks with a few pits for fires dug here and there. A few barely domesticated large pig sized animals run about, nearly bowling you over as they don't appear to have any particular goal in mind other than making loud noises and rutting each other. You pull a face at the rather unattractive impression this village gives.
You are ushered to the largest of the buildings and inside.
Oh my. Sitting on the throne is an absolute brick of a man, rippling with muscles, long black hair flowing behind his head, nearly naked except for a loin cloth that actually doesn't even cover his long thick hanging dong, and dark grey eyes that you could just lose yourself in over and over and over and...
"Grom!" Sally, suddenly shouts. She pulls you over to him, and then throws her arms around the big man, kissing him passionately on the lips.
"Grom this is <<print $dname>>!! She save us! <<print $dname>>, this Grom, he is king!" She says smiling happily as she slides onto his left leg and sits on his lap.
You...
[[Shove her off, this is my big hunky lap now!|PyraGromBF]]
[[Shove him off, this is my super hot girlfriend|PyraSallyGF]]
[[Hop on the other leg, this is my big hunky lap AND my super hot girlfriend!|PyraPimptress]]<h1><center>Pencil Pusher</center></h1>You are back in your body. It feels weaker, but it is definitely you. Your original angel body that is, not the disguised fallen one you wore in Seven's casino.
You sit up and discover you are lying in what looks like a hospital bed. You see your senior officer, Agent Selite, sitting in a chair opposite the bed. He is wearing his usual dapper suit and bowler hat. "Welcome back to the land of the corporeal." He says sternly.
"What happened?"
"Are you sure you want to know? You got yourself drained and ass raped by a devil bitch with tentacles that's what happened. And you managed to do it right in front of a security camera." He seems upset. "It's a very popular movie in the lower regions right now from what I hear."
"Well, sorry about that." You say. "But I'll make it up in my next job."
"Next job?" Agent Selite laughs. "Oh no. Your face and aura are all over the Adversary's agents dossiers, not to mention comedy shows." He shakes his head. "You'll be in a more administrative job from now on." He says with a sense of finality.
You find your new job assignment consists of reading other agent's reports and summarizing their results in written memos. Nobody ever seems to forget how your one field mission actually went, and you are mocked about it constantly. You give up your dreams of being a spy and try to do your best helping out in your less glamorous way. It is immensely unsatisfying, but just barely tolerable enough to keep from Fading. Still, you can't help but wish you had found a better way to spend eternity.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingPencilPusher = "yes">>"May as well take the new body out for a stroll..." You mutter a bit self-consciously.
"Hey you don't have to tell me twice." Della grins happily. "I have no issue whatsoever with my dolls showing off the bodies I can make for them. And this body of yours sweetie...oh man it should be in a museum. Or a whorehouse." She snickers and waves as you swing your hips out the door.
Almost the moment you start walking down the street you're stopping traffic. It seems there is no set means of transportation for the angels. Some drive cars along the street, you see a few horse drawn carriages, and some aircraft zoom around in the sky along with winged angels. There is also a lot of foot traffic.
The cars slow to a crawl, the aircraft circles back around several times. Pedestrians stop and gawk and ask where you're working. You are sure to tell them you're heading to your first day at Nirvana.
As you round a corner you see a rather buff looking male angel wearing what looks like a classic policeman's uniform, except for the fact that it is blood-red. "Hello Officer." You wave, as you've gotten confident and have been waving flirtatiously at everyone you meet.
"Miss." He says sternly, extending his nightstick to stop your path. "We've received several reports of a doll severely limiting productivity in the area. You'll need to cover up or come with me."
"Oh I uh don't have any other clothes I..." The officer grabs your arm right above the elbow and starts to drag you into a nearby alley.
"I need to get you out of visual range of the street." He says sternly. "Then we can get your transport to your assignment. I'll have to write you up for a few demerits, shouldn't cost you more than another year in your current form.
[[Okay if Anyone Ever had a Body Built for Getting out of Tickets...|DollStripperFunwithCop]]
[[Cops Always Ruin my fun, Grumble and Wait for Your Ride|NirvanaC]] <<set $stripper = "badgirl">>You decide you will nothing to do with actually bearing your own children. Your body appears pregnant. That should suffice to quiet those who would doubt your goddess-hood. <<if $stedtbonus eq "fertile">>
The debauchery of the night continues unabated. You allow your followers to rub your stomach softly, which turns you on greatly, caress your horns, drink from your breasts and otherwise adore you, but you do not let any of the exceptionally fertile cocks anywhere near your pussy, no matter how much your body craves it.
The population is exploding thanks to your blessing. Their numbers are so great that soon they will not be able to feed themselves in this mounatin. <<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>The night dies down as the Stedt get used to their new gifts.
With their hardened skin and powerful muscles you doubt many forces will be able to stand against them. In addition some of the more mentally gifted Stedt have begun to grow quite powerful with their earth weaving magics. <<endif>>
As the spring becomes the summer, you feel it is time to lead your people on their conquest and add the Marku of the jungle below the great mountain to your worshippers.
[[Beat the War Drums|StedtWar]]
<<set $cundababy = "childfree">>You make pleasant small talk with Hyo-jin. You learn she was formerly a servant of the Maker and that she has been living in the ruins for almost a year now. She refers to the ghouls as her little science projects and delights in talking about how she has been researching them for practical application.
While she clearly thinks of herself as a good natured scientist, a few very disturbing facts slip through. First, that she has an ability to control the ghouls, and second that she has been transforming new arrivals from cosmic space into ghouls.
When you delicately broach the issue of what she plans to do with you she laughs disarmingly and pats your hand. Her fingers seem awfully cold. "I don't see any need to hurt such a charming guest. In fact I could use a partner. What do you say?"
[[Accept her Offer|EndingGhoulQueen]]
[[Refuse|EndingBetterOffDead]]Before too long, you are relaxing in a comfortable bed as the two noble ladies, stripped down to their corsets and stockings, are fighting over who gets to take your cock in their mouth. You smile as your demonic manliness drives them wild with lust and they take turns sucking and riding it while the other licks your balls greedily.
When they are exhausted you take over as the one on top, fucking them in every conceivable way while the other gets so turned on watching that by the time you are done she is practically jumping your cock.
It isn't enough though, you can do better. You have gained considerable power from your marathon sex session with these two damsels. You use that power to grow yourself a second cock, placing them both just off center and side by side with each other. You lean back against the headboard and command each lady to ride one, facing each other.
They are horrified at the obvious demonic magic, but far too turned on to say no. Moments later you are watching them make out with each other and squeeze each others tits as they ride your matching cocks. You lean back with your arms behind your head and grin. This is the life!
[[You Went Too Far...|KnightDevilBusted]]<h1><center>Not Tangled Enough</center></h1>No guts no glory, you figure. You pull your sidearm and open fire on the devils guarding the ship. You drop one instantly but then have to duck behind some crates to avoid the counterattack. You then have to scramble as one of the devils pulls a flamethrower on the crates and rapidly burns them to ashes.
As you scramble a hail of bullets erupts from a machine gun and several smash into your calf muscle. You scream and fall to the ground, losing your gun in the process. Before you know it, the devil guards are on you. They've knocked you unconscious and dragged you back into the ship.
You wake up shackled to the wall of the ship, stripped naked. The greater devil floats before you, compound bug-like eyes staring at you unblinking, long thin fingers teasing your sides, a mass of tentacles writhing where her legs should be.
"Ssoooo kind of you deliver yourself to me." She hisses happily. "I will have to come back for Seven. You are worth securing first." You glance at the window and see the stars streaming by outside. You've left the casino.
You attempt to struggle, to escape, to talk you way out of it. The fly-eyed devil thwarts every attempt. You find yourself brought to her lair deep in the Pit where you are wrapped in spiderweb like ropes until you are completely immobile.
From time to time she or one of her allies comes to feed on you, never enough to kill you, taunting you at how easily you were trapped. You endure it as long as you can, but eventually you are forced to Fade. And when you do, your existence is done with.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingNotTangledEnough = "yes">>As you and your sister have been changing, your mother has to. She's cut off most of her hair, leaving it looking almost mannish, and you can't remember the last time you saw her in a skirt or heels. She mostly just wears jeans, which you swear lately are your dads more often than hers, and comfortable shirts.
Nobody's said it outloud, but you and April are both very clear that your mom is becoming male. And you don't mind at all, with his strict military background he's quite masterful and commanding and it's totally hot.
April nudges you and whispers something about your mom's cock being visible through her jeans which makes you burst out into giggles.
"Dammit girls." Your mom says, closing her book. "I think it's time I started being a little more strict with you two little airheads."
"Mom we were just joking around!" You protest.
He pulls a face. "Don't call me that anymore."
"Uh, well it will get confusing if we call two people dad." April says, you nod in agreement.
"That's fine, call me Sir, and call your father Daddy." He says in a tone that is daring you to refuse.
"Yes sir." You say meekly.
"Good girl." She glances you up and down. "We'll need an a new name for you too while we're at it."
"Um, how about..." you have been thinking about this and have a few ideas.
"No, I'll pick." He glances your schoolgirl outfit up and down. "Dasiy." He says simply.
You grumble a bit but April smiles. "It suits you." She says, smiling that smile that always disarms you.
"Fine." You say, just a bit annoyed.
"Now, for your punishment." Sir says.
The lesson is over for the day as instead of academic knowledge you learn some practical things. Such as how to mop a floor. How to clean the kitchen. How to clean the bathrooms. You are told that whoever gets the worse grades on Sir's pop quizzes gets to be the maid until the next one.
To say this motivates both of you is an understaement.
[[The weeks go by|GemS2M3]]The house is too big for either of you to feel bad about making the other responsible for, and so in reality no matter who loses the other helps out. Besides, if one of you has to do all that work they are usually too exhausted to make out afterwards and neither of you could stand that.
The routine has now become days of doing your chores and doing your schoolwork and then you and your twin sister snuggling up afterwards. You can't bear to be apart for too long. As the days go by you realize you are fitting in more and more to your new role and Sir even tells you that you're nearly ready for proper school.
You realize how wonderful it is to have a sex partner that is physically yourself. You both know exactly what the other one wants and eagerly give it.
Still you can't help feel like something is missing. You find out what one day. Sir has taken to managing your father's finances, investing into local businesses as well as stocks and bonds and has become quite the small town CEO. You and your sister feel like he's checked out mentally from your classes and not thinking of you two much. You find out how wrong you are one night.
You and your sister have just finished sixty-nine each other an are lying in each other's arms, stroking each other's hair just the way you like when he barges in. He's wearing a button up shirt and jeans, both of you are naked. You gasp and reach for the blanket.
"No just stay like that." He says firmly. You can't help but obey. When he speaks to you in a certain tone of voice you feel little, and all you want to do is what he says.
"Girls, I've been listening to you make out and lick each other for the last few weeks. You keep getting louder and louder. And I've been listening to your father talk about all the women he's banging at work. With my permission, I don't find myself that into guys these days so I let him stray. But that doesn't leave much for me to play with. So I think we can help each other out here."
"Sir?" You ask.
"You two need cock." He says simply. "You need it badly. And I need somewhere to stuff my cock. Quid pro quo." He says, puling his shirt off.
You and your sister glance at each other nervously. Neither of you wants to admit it outloud, but you both can tell that you do indeed really want his cock. You hug her tightly as Sir comes towards your bed, unzipping his pants. He doesn't pull them down at all, just pulls his cock out. "Get to it my little ditzes." He says.
The two of you slowly crawl to him, next to each other, almost moving in unison. You are both down on all fours on the bed, he stands next to it. You glance at each other and then him nervously as you start to kiss at and suck his cock.
A part of you is dazed almost as you consider the fact that you're an identical twin of your knockout sister and you are kissing and licking the cock that hangs off of what was once your mother. As if he can sense your tingly confusion, Sir reaches out and strokes your hair. "Oh Daisy, is it special for you to suck cock, thinking of how you used to have one. Oh I bet you know just what they like." He grins at you as his hand twists in your hair and holds it tight. "You get to be my special little cocksucker then. April watch your sister." Sir tugs you hair back, "Open your mouth." He says and slides his cock in.
It's true, you do remember just what you liked. You suspect his cock is the same. You look up at him with submissive eyes as you suck and move your head. You use your hands to tease his balls and he starts to look less commanding and more thrilled. Perhaps its just the nature of Rosestead, but your throat takes his cock much easier than it should. You hardly gag at all.
"Fuck this is hot." April says, playing with herself shamelessly.
"Damn right it is." Sir agrees, letting you go to work on his shaft. It doesn't take long before you feel him pulsing and try to pull off but he holds you there firmly and sprays the back of your throat, making you gag this time. You manage not to hurt his cock though and he seems proud of you for the job you did.
"Wonderful Daisy, you are a special little cocksucker." He says to you, kissing your forehead as you wipe your mouth. "Now April, you look ready for me." He grins.
You move over as April stops playing with herself to let Sir's cock in. He continues to stand at the side of the bed, and brings April on her back over to him and slides his cock in. The two of them fuck as you lie against the headboard. This is totally hot too, and soon you're playing with yourself just as shamelessly as April was.
You get a turn next. Sir barely needs a break before he's mounting you. You lose your traditional virginity to the man who used to be your mother, a thought that keeps repeating itself in your head as he fucks you. After that, he zips up, tells you both again what good girls you are and heads back to his room.
You and April share a look that agrees, that was exactly what you both needed.
"Wonder what Daddy will say when Sir tells him about this." She muses.
[[Find out|GemS2M4]]Five tentacles lash out of nowhere. Your enhanced senses tell you they are illusory and you instead dodge away from the spot where you'd be rolling too if you were in fact avoiding that attack. Sure enough the sound of invisible tentacles slaps into the wall where you would have been standing.
"Clever pigeon." The voice hisses as the demon emerges from the shadows.
She is half again your height, her face pulled back and sunken forward at the same time, wide open compound eyes like gigantic fly bridge over a recessed nose and nearly non-existent mouth. Her skull slopes back like a large pouch behind her head and is covered with bristly hair. Her skin is a sickly off-red that is mottled over her emaciated frame, long thin arms with long sharp fingers on them stretch from her sides. Below her waist tentacles squirm and writhe against each other, her whole body floating several inches off the ground.
"You're in the wrong coop." She hisses. Again though, you know this form, while accurate, is an illusion. You stay a few steps ahead of her, dodging where she wants you to be rather than where you see her. A few more dodged strikes and she pauses again to circle you.
"What are you doing with Seven." You demand, gun loaded with the orange god-killing bullets at the ready in case you get a clear shot.
"Something that isn't finished yet." She hisses darkly.
[[Attempt to Agitate Her|ADFightWin]]
[[Stall for Time|ADFightStall]]"You have been called. Welcome to Paradise." The old man says as you approach. He has a kindly smile, reminding you vaguely of a favorite grandfather, not that you recall whether you had one or not. "Your soul has reached its salvation, and what is better, you have come to join us in our work to save the rest as well."
"I am sure you have many questions. You will find all of the answers here, with us, and then you will help us spread them." It is not a demand, nor an order, but there is a tone of superior confidence in the old man's kind voice. It seems as though he truly believes in his cause, and believes that you are a good soul who will aid it. There is no doubt in him.
"You have heard of us before, no I cannot read your mind, but there is no person in the world below we do not touch in some small way. Those who are desperate pray to us, and we do all we can to ease their suffering. You will find great joy and purpose as one of us my <<if $sex eq "male">>son<<else>>daughter<<endif>>, come and serve the Maker!"
<<silently>>"The Maker?" You ask a bit nervously.
"The Maker." The man responds, seemingly not offended that you did not know his name. "He is a true Immortal, meaning he was born before true life began and was thus never corrupted by mortality. There are other beings like him, but he is the most powerful. The Adversary is the name given to his direct opponent, and there are other powerful beings that occupy the Grey Realms between, but the Maker is clearly who you are meant to serve!"<<endsilently>>
"It will not be without peril, but nothing truly good ever is. Those of the darkness oppose us, they seek to laugh as they give the mortals the keys to their own destruction. They will try to tempt you, turn you, make you into one of their tools. You will learn how to resist them with us."
The golden gates open behind the old man. As they do you sense that this portion of Paradise is sealed off from the sky that you are standing in now. A citadel of sorts. You are very sure you could not open those gates on your own. "Come, the answers and training you need are inside."
[[Enter at Once|AngelArmy1]]
[[Think About This|PearlyGatesHesistate]]
//Checkpoint Reached - The Gates of Paradise//
<<remember $CheckPtGateParadise = "yes">>Your daddy has been working very long hours at his new job and you hardly see him anymore. You hear reports from Sir about how much he enjoyed the stories of your sexual escapades and how he promised to do just as well with his sex partners at work. Everyone seems very happy with this new arrangement.
You try to teach April to suck cock the way you do, and she is an eager student, but she never pushes the issues of giving Sir a blowjob. She likes how you get him all warmed up. And Sir is adamant that you are his little cocksucker and doesn't seem to want that to change. At least April eats you out while you do it now.
When Daddy does get some time off he doesn't really make much of a move on you or your sister sexually. He seems to respect that Sir has basically claimed both of you. He explains that it didn't seem fair that he gets to fuck women at work and then come home and expect Sir to share his. It makes sense, but you find yourself thinking about what he looks like with his shirt off, and wishing he wasn't so generous.
[[The weeks go by|GemS2M5]]You and your sister get closer and closer to each other as the weeks go bye, and before you know it Sir tells you two pieces of important news. First, the two of you are ready for school. Secondly, he's managed to grow your family's money enough to buy the two of you something. He beckons you after him outside.
There, shining in the midday sun is a brand new bright red Mercedes convertible. You put a hand over your heart and lean against your sister for support. This is your dream car. You barely recover before you're screaming about how you get to drive first and diving for the driver's seat. April is happy to let you, laughing about how cute your enthusiasm is and shrieking as you take corners way too fast.
A few days later you're parking it in front of school and you and your twin sister get out. You know every eye is on you as the two of you walk in. You're wearing matching outfits, stretchy little skirts and tops a size too small just to drive everyone crazy.
As an admiring crowd starts to gather, you grin at your sister. This is going to be a very good experience for the both of you.
As Daisy concentrates on how much fun high school is going to be, you feel your consciousness slipping out of her and [[back to the stars.|Zodiac]]
//This was basically fanfiction set in the universe of "The Masculine Mystique" by barabbas. I'm pretty sure if you're playing this you've already seen that, but just in case -> [[http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=82]] go play it, you will not regret it.//Several days pass without much happening. You see a few cockroaches the size of housecats, but they leave you alone. You also come across the mangled body of a man, with no indication as to what or who caused it. Luna and Domingo tell you this is not so uncommon unfortunately, sometimes new arrivals who refuse to renounce bite it in a messy way, sometimes scavenging cannibals find them first.
People in the base don't talk about the cannibals much, but the Explorers know they are out there and real. Most of them are emaciated and very sickly looking, almost appearing like zombies from an old horror movie, except not quite rotting yet. They've gone insane from lack of food and started hunting people. You call them ghouls, one of the many reasons you need to keep your guard up.
Your first interesting encounter happens around noon on a day more overcast than usual. You are walking down the ruins of a paved street between some skyscrapers when you hear the sound of something arrival through the shield and rush around the corner and see a woman there, looking horrified and gasping for breath. You rush to her side and tell her to renounce the Maker, gasping for breath she nods and says the words and suddenly finds herself able to breathe again.
You slip a spare breather over her mouth and are ready to lead her back to your entrance to the base, but as you turn to go that way you see a pack of ghouls picking their way through the rubble. You think quickly and pull the newcomer up against a wall with you while you think of what to do.
<<if $elfbonus eq "fighter">>[[Rely on your Fighter Training, Engage the Ghouls|GhoulStomp]]<<endif>>
<<if $elfbonus eq "thief">>[[Rely on Your Stealth, Try to Sneak Around Them|GhoulSneak]]<<endif>>By [[Anonymous|Credits]]
An exercise in project necromancy
You don't need introductions. You don't need to be accepted by anyone. You just need to show up and look pretty. Nobody really questions where you came from or who you are. You look the part, and that's good enough for the Court.
You milk your sexiness for all its worth, swaying your wide hips as you walk, moving with lissome grace and keeping your eyes suggestively downcast and the hint of a mischevious smile on your painted lips. You acquire a painted fan and use it to full effect, fanning yourself to attract attention and hide your features in a tantalizing manner.
It doesn't take long at all before you start to attract interest. You realize that depending on who you wish to seduce you merely have to make yourself available for them. You ponder over your options.
[[The Lovely Dark-Skinned Female Ambassador|Zambabwei]]
[[The Naive Young Male Poet|Tercets]]
[[The Mysterious Figure who is Probably an Assassin|ScorpionSuc]]The first thing they do is measure you, explaining that you'll need protective clothing and a gas mask to go above the surface. Soon you are decked out in a black turtleneck, a tactical vest, heavy gloves, heavy duty black jeans, steel toed boots and a gasmask.
Luna gives you a beat up old AK-47, which still shoots straight, and trains you in its use. You are also given supplies necessary for survival and trained in their use as well.
After a week or so of solid training, they announce you are ready to take the field. Your first few assignments are to patrol the area near the entrance you came in, watching for new recruits and bringing them back.
[[Go patrol!|BE2]]You bound on four legs across the cloudy terrain of the Firmament. Your suit feeds you a constant stream of information about the terrain around you, demonic residue, disturbances in the puffy white clouds beneath your feet, and all the other information a tracker needs.
It doesn't take long for you to find the thing, mostly due to your speed and how quickly you track. It hardly takes you much time at all to run several dozen miles outside of Paradise constantly on the thing's trail.
You spot a rocky outcropping and sense that the thing must be there. The rock is about forty feet tall and ends in a small plateau which houses a small building. The records from your suit don't indicate any forces of the Maker have an outpost here. Could be Sky Pirates. Or an incursion.
You carefully approach it, your suit taking on the exact color of the clouds you cross so that you are practically invisible as you creep up on the outcropping.
[[Sneak in|Beastsneak]]
[[Stand Guard and call for Backup|SM3]]You don't know what to do with this information, so you just get back to work.
A few days later an official looking man comes into the lab and beckons you outside. The two of you sit down. The way he acts makes you feel like you've been caught smoking at school.
"Miss Kayla, I'm afraid I have to inform you that Malone has requested you be reassigned. Apparently he thinks you're trying to sabotage his machines or something." You want to protest this but he cuts you off. "It doesn't matter, he may be right, he may be wrong, he's in charge so he gets to call the shots. We need him happy and this is what he's asked for."
"So," he says adopting a fake smile. "Let's talk about your options."
Things haven't changed much since you were last asked this. There is still a need for scavenging and exploring the ruins as well as home defense, or you could get into politics and leadership. You think about your options and tell him you'll let him know in the morning.
[[The Next Morning|BioJobsnoEng]]
<<set $beng = "no">>"Why not try again?" You say, acting completely innocent. "I bet you can get it right on the second try!"
"You're right. I certainly can." She says, sounding confident again. She casts her spell once more, and you have already permeated the air with your corrupt essence. You easily take control of her magic and give yourself the body you wished for. Well, mostly. She struggles against your influence but it's apparent she isn't used to the way your essence interferes with her controls.
Your breasts shrink, your muscles grow slightly, your hips narrow and your face goes from mysterious to deviously charming. The long blonde curls around your face remain largely the same, just shortening greatly into a masculine style. Your bone spur heels lower until they are completely gone. You gain several inches in height and several pounds in bulk to go with it.
When the spell is done you are a very beautiful, very fetching, very appealing young man.
"Well." Julia mutters, looking flustered. "I suppose this will do...put this on."
[[Accept the Modesty of the Robe|SLDX1Robe]]
[[Make the Robe a Little More "You"|SLDX1Toga]]
<<set $sucbody = "male">><<set $succhest = "flat">><<set $sucfeet = "normal">><<set $sld = $sld +1>>You are taken before Princess Christina. She is a somewhat thickset young woman with sympathetic features and an air of bored ennui.
She wears a delicate silver tiara, a flowing grey dress, and very little jewelry. When you first come in front of her she is watching an artist paint a scene out of a holy text. She doesn't seem very impressed.
She glances in your direction, looks you up and down and waves her hand in dismissal. At first you think you've been rejected, but one of her other ladys in waiting grabs your elbow and guides you aside, whispering to you that that's Princess Christina's way of saying you'll do.
You are taken back into the Princess's private wing of the palace, and the senior Lady in Waiting gives you a crash course in what the Princess likes.
You learn that she is often bored, usually frustrated by the way her father wants her to spend her time, and usually prefers to read rather than entertain suitors or engage in court politics.
Hmm. This is not quite the devious slut that Julia thought she was sending you too.
[[Welp, Guess I Gotta Use my Demon Magic to Make her One!|CorruptPrincess]]
[[Spy on her as best you can|LoyalPrincess]]You walk up the stairs, your smooth pale legs gracefully gliding up them, you can feel your wide hips sway and you can only imagine how tantalizing this form would look to any who appreciate the female body. As you reach the top of the stairs you hear a muffled sob coming from a closed door at the end of the hall.
"The mortal you must comfort is inside." Della says quietly. "This is the first test, you must choose how you will appear to those who need you." She does not give you options, perhaps not wanting to affect your decisions, but a few options spring into your head from your own imagination.
[[Angel Form, Shock and Awe Baby!|MercyAngel]]
[[Kind Stranger, Humans Relate Best to Other Humans.|MercyFriend]]You throw open the door of the room and stride in meaningfully. You concentrate on your angelic powers and manifest in your full glory as you do so.
Perhaps you were expecting something more monstrous, but the room is that of a teenaged boy who looks old enough to be an upperclassman in high school. There are various posters of popular-for-not-being-popular type bands and girls in various stages of undress on the wall. He is wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans and has large gauges in his ears and a pierced nose. His hair has been sloppily dyed black as well. Scars crisscross both of his arms and drops what looks like a shotgun as you walk in.
As you look at the child you see him in a different way than you are used to. Beyond the simple mortal senses there is an indescribable aura around the boy. It tells you of the soul's current status. It is not evil. It is merely afraid. Alone. The fire around you dies out somewhat as you realize this.
[[No Excuses, Scare this Little Punk Before He Hurts Someone!|Mercy13]]
[[This Child Merely Needs Love|MercyB1]]Slowly your senses return, not one by one, but all of them gradually. At first it is a blessing as you can fully sense again. And then it rapidly becomes too much. Sight shows you horrible, screeching things surrounding you, beings gibbering in pain they can barely comprehend due to their shattered minds. Scent brings you the charnel stench of rotting corpses and the newly dead. Your ears, or what replace them, brings you sobs of remorse, prayers for forgiveness that will never be answered, piercing wails of anguish, and worse. You sense malformed limbs grabbing onto you, unable to catch anything. Thankfully, you can taste nothing.
You are a lemure. A barely formed, oozing, protean thing, hardly even sentient. The beings that surround you are similar in nature.
You know, instinctively, that you are in the Pit. A barren wasteland that goes on forever. Civilization flares up briefly at times, but is always crushed by the hordes of creatures like you that roam this place. There are exits, but you couldn't possibly see them in your current form. There are no rules. There is no law but what you make. There are no limits, and there are no promises.
The world is yours. But you are a lemure.
[[Feast|Gluttony]]
[[Fuck|Lust]]
[[Kill|Wrath]]
[[Shriek at Your Appearance|Vanity]]
[[Relax|Sloth]]
//Checkpoint Reached - The Pit//
<<remember $CheckPtDevil = "yes">>"No." You say sternly, swatting his hand away from your tail. "I have work to do, and finally an efficient body to accomplish it with. Let us go see your contacts."
Unklangor laughs and reaches for your tail again but again you slap his hands away. "Look if you're going to be like that forget it!" He huffs and turns to walk away. "If you want to go see what's going on so badly, go sniff around the //Prismatic// in the docks. That's where the devil you're looking for is hiding."
[[Excellent!|Lizardhunt]]Julia demands you walk in front of her to the very circle of runes that you were summoned into what seems like ages ago. You are told you stand once more in the middle. You obey, of course.
The magic is very different here. You feel at home rather than restricted. You aren't surprised when Julia uses her magic to float a sacrifical dagger over to you, and tells you to slice your own wrist to power the spell that will trigger the opening of her portals.
You smile as you drag the sharp metal across your wrists. There is no fear, this cannot kill you. The pain feels good, like a sweet release of tension you didn't know was there until it was gone. Your dark red blood flows from your hand into the circles around you, flowing quicker and quicker as it hits them until your blood darkens the ritual circles completely.
Julia intones from a black book that floats in front of her, the magical energy crackles dark red around her, making her hair rise like strong static electricity.
Behind you, a red glow begins, spreading between unholy symbols as you start to see the depths of hell beyond it. Demons are flocking to it like a beacon. You smile as you recognize some of them, lemures all grown up.
All around the Cathedral similar portals are opening. Some are being quickly shut down by fast thinking priests, but most are unimpeded due to the late night and false sense of security the Cathedral posseses. You start to hear screams as devils pour in around you, running past you, past Julia, and into the halls beyond at her command. They are being told to do no more than what their instincts tell them in first place. It is an easy command for them to obey.
Julia beckons you to her side as the magic fades from her. The portal glows strong behind you as you walk to your Mistress. It feels wrong to call her Holy now. She lifts a hand to her side, her hand extended palm down a few inches from her hip. You walk around her and kneel, placing your head under her hand. She smiles and pets you.
"It's happening." She says, sounding smug and proud of herself. "Hell has come to the One True Church." You feel very proud of your Mistress.
"Might I ask why you have done this?" You say, genuinely curious.
"Because of what you showed me." Julia says, still petting you. "Love, passion, freedom. All things I did not realize the level of which the Maker denied me until I had them. You showed me that, you opened my eyes. So in a way, this is your doing." You beam happily. Julia dangles a pretty gold collar with a matching chain in front of you. You pull your hair up and let it snap around your neck. "Come." She says, giving your collar a tug. "Let's go see what you've done."
You stand up and walk behind your Mistress. You both have huge grins on your pretty faces.
[[Gaze Upon Your Works, Ye Perverted|AndRejoice]]You find yourselves back in your chamber with Julia.<<if $milky eq "suckle">>She is glaring at you.
"You know, I sent you there so the farmers would milk you into their buckets." She points at an empty bucket in the corner. "Not their mouths."
"Sorry Holy Mistress." You say, glancing down meekly.
"It's fine, I guess I'll have to milk you after all." Julia sighs. You perk up instantly, the thought of those small, nimble fingers on your tits, or maybe those delicously perkly little lips would ... your dreams are interrupted as she clamps a glass cone attached to a tube on each of your boobs. "Hold those there." She commands.
You can't awwwwww loudly enough as she snaps her fingers and a pump starts coaxing your milk from you. Your awww turns into an oooo and ends up sounding a lot like a cow lowling.
Julia shakes her head as you hold her milking device to your chest and make noises like a cow. "I can't believe there are people who fear demons." Julia says, shaking her head." When she has enough of your milk she turns off the device and starts her tests.<<endif>>
She has summoned up a series of glass beakers, decanters, and various other Enlightment-era chemisty devices and appears to be filtering and testing your milk. You watch the process from your bed, trapped there by Julia's spells but able to move about otherwise.
"Well, it looks like you produced a good amount of healthy, normal, human milk." Julia sounds proud of you. "The spell will work." She closes the spellbook and it and the podium vanish, with another wave of her hand the entire chemistry lab does too. Where does she keep all this stuff?
Julia crosses over and sits next to you on the bed, you are apparently forgiven for your misdeeds thus far. She runs a hand through your hair and smiles at you in a familiar way. "So, my pretty little milkmaid." She grins at you. "You need those tits milked and I need you to start being a bit more useful around here." You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Just so happen there's a way for both of us to get what we want..."
[[Oh, what's that?|JuliaJob]]You awake to the sound of an orc banging on your door. "She's ere!!" He yells. You bolt out of bed and down the stairs and onto the walls of the tower.
"How does she travel?" You ask your minion.
"She's got diz magic 'orse." He says. "Turns ta smoke when she needs it to...like dat!" He points down below to where the ogre is patrolling the fortified door.
From the forest in front of him bursts a smoke-like nightmare. A strong steed with fire for eyes upon which your dopplegangee sits. She is just as beautiful as you, wearing a dark robe that covers her body, with riding boots and black gloves. The hood on the robe is pulled up and her eyes are glowing like purple diodes inside of her smoky hood.
The ogre pauses as she flies above him. He makes a half-hearted swipe at the steed's legs but his club passes harmlessly through them.
"Arrows!" You scream. "Fill her with..." you turn to the assembled orcs on the wall. You notice all of their eyes are glowing the same sharp purple light as Malleguarde's.
"Shit." You manage to say as a dozen arrows pierce your lovely form. When did orcs learn to shoot so well?
As your body slumps to the ground Malleguarde coalesces next to you. She gets to her knees with a superior smirk, shaking her head disapprovingly. "Silly little spirit." She says, eyeing you like an unpleasant stain. "Surrounding yourself with such easily controlled beasts against one like me ah ah ah..." She reaches out as your soul starts to slip from the body. "...I know someplace much safer to put you."
A pair of orcs lifts you up and follow her back to the master bedroom.
"Hello my pet." She says to the mirror. "Did you enjoy aiding my little clone here against me?"
"Oh I can't think of any reason I would do that." The mirror replies venomously. "Why would I jeopardize our wonderful relationship?"
Malleguarde smiles at the mirror, leaning up against it and running her fingers over its rim. "Well, since you adore me so much, I've got a new job for you. I'm sure you'll enjoy the company."
"What...oh no, no no!!!" The mirror protests. Your soul slips from your body at that moment and Malleguarde reaches out and snatches you, her fingertips glowing purple as she does.
"Hear me devils far and near, Bind this fool within the mirror." She intones. You feel your soul slipping into the cool metal like dipping into a refreshing pool. And then when Malleguarde's hand withdraws you find yourself stuck there.
You swear again as you realize where you are stuck. "Well I hope you're happy." The spirit of the mirror says. "Thanks to your incompetence I'm going to be stuck in here with you."
"Oh? My incompetence? Maybe if you were plotting revenge you could have mentioned the mass mind control spell?" You snap.
"Oh like a half-wit like you could have countered it!" He retorts.
"Better a half-wit than a full dullard!" You scream. "Maybe next time you can pick a side and stick with it you blundering coward!"
That goes on. And on. And on. And on. And on. And on. You are interrupted only by Malleguarde intoning the words "Mirror, Mirror" and asking you how pretty she is. You are forced to be accurate and tell her she is the sexiest in the land. This pleases her. And infuriates you. That should be you still in that body!
As time passes you see Malleguarde less and less often. You don't know if she's busy or moved away. She certainly doesn't tell you. The Mirror blames you for driving her off. You threaten it incessantly but you have no hands to strangle it with.
The last thing you see from inside the mirror is a dark skinned man holding it up. You see the sky above him, dark with stormclouds. He is dressed as a warrior, bearing fresh injuries. He looks at the mirror, grunts in disdain and drops it on the ground. You see his boot rising and smashing it as panicking people run around him. How did Malleguarde's mirror end up here and who was this guy who broke it? You have no idea. With the mirror shattered your lost soul goes plummeting back to [[the Pit.|MalBadPit]]
<<set $malbad = "mirror">>A week into the jungle you gather your Stedt followers and Marku converts to a large bonfire. You stand in the fire, making sure all are assembled and can see you.
"My people." You say. "I hear you have questions of me."
"Yes." A voice says. A large Stedt man, one of your warriors speaks. He steps forward, striding towards you like an equal.
"We are men of the mountain!" He boasts, thumping his chest. "We do not walk with the treemen." He gestures towards the Marku among you. "We do not break bread with them. We kill them. We take their women. They should serve us!"
"So why grat <<print $dname>>, why do you tell us we must live together?" There are murmurs of agreement and disagreement from the assembled crowd. He has walked right up to you, standing in front of you in open challenge.
You regard them for a moment. And then you swing you arm across his neck, fingers catching flame and forming a razor sharp edge as they cut his head clean off. The man falls to the ground, the cauterized blood on his neck steaming as the assembled people gasp.
"Because <<print $dname>> demands." You scream at the assembled crowd. "Have you so quickly forgotten what I did to the last man who claimed to rule you? I will do the same to any who challenge my word."
"I am <<print $dname>>. I shall rule not one people, not one planet, not one world but all in existence. Do you think I will allow the petty squabbles between two tribes to keep me from my destiny?" The earth trembles as you speak.
"You march with me to unite this land under my worship. Not for your own pleasure."
Quickly, frantically, the assembled men and women are dropping to their knees, to all fours, to their bellies, begging for forgiveness.
You are mollified. The ground is still. "I forgive." You say simply. "But do not question my commands again."
In the days to come you notice that your worshippers are quicker than ever to obey your edicts. You have not resolved the racial divide, merely replaced it with a greater fear. Of course those who still feel strongly act out of their hate and pray they do not get caught. Your power neither grows nor wanes, as your people maintain an uneasy alliance.
As your march continues, you see a Marku woman dressed as a shaman regarding you. You are about to ask what she has to say when she turns into the jungle and vanishes. You shrug, you have bigger things in mind.
[[Continue your March|CMarkuLoss]]
<<set $firstlaw = "fear">>Bower grabs your hand and drags you outside to his car, over your protests and requests to change first. On the short ride to the station you get your story straight with some assistance from Bower. When he bursts into the station with you in tow you feel yourself getting eyeball fucked by a dozen cops. <<if $copsvisit eq "badgebunny">>Remembering how much fun Thomas was, you can't help but wave and wink at a few of them before Bower drags you back into the man's office.<<endif>>
A few hours later, after many, many questions and rude comments about your outfit and body, in a room heavy with cigarette smoke you make your recorded statement. Thomas leans back with a smile. "Even Judge Hatter will have to give me a warrant now, c'mon let's go bust this creep." You rise to go with them but he laughs at you and tells you to take a seat. "You can listen on the radio babe, but you aren't arresting anyone in that outfit."
You sigh and indeed sit there, listening on the radio, with a very, very attentive young officer who is sure to bring you anything you ask for as the raid goes down. <<if $copsvisit eq "badgebunny">>To make it even more exciting, you get him to bend you over the desk and fuck you while Stevenson is getting arrested. Justice is extremely arousing sometimes.<<endif>>
[[The Aftermath|G2Warrant]]Your audience with your brother the new King will be private. Finally, some recognition. You were forced to sit amongst the rest of the audience all day yesterday and the day before as you watched the coronation ceremonies. Sit there with other nobles as if you were not the most important one there! Unheard of. Surely an apology will be coming along with the gifts and new titles that will no doubt be heaped upon you.
You arrive at the palace and are ushered inside and to the secondary throne room that is used for smaller audiences. As you approach the door you notice that the two guards are men you recognize. Both simpletons that you fired after they refused to tongue your backside in exchange for keeping their jobs. How odd. Your brother must be desperate for security. You'll have to have a word with him.
They pull their halberds back and allow you to enter, but then follow you inside. Again, odd, but you don't want to point out to your brother how foolish his decisions are, well not until after he rewards you.
You approach the King's throne where your brother sits. He is wearing the full regalia of the proud nation of Harisburg. He is dark where you are fair, strong where you are smooth and personable where you are acerbic. You can't see why father didn't go forward with your proposal to off him and put you on the throne before it was too late. Serves the fool right for dying in some silly war and leaving this doofus in charge.
You fall to your knees, not to your stomach as you are supposed to, and say with a tone that makes it clear you don't mean it. "Oh noble King, I your humble servant pledge to do you any service you may see fit of me." You then begin to stand without being told to.
"I accept." He says quickly. What, what? You weren't expecting that.
"I..." You begin, confused.
"I accept your offer of service." He says simply. "I will send you to serve my new Queen while I am away winning the war that took father's life. You will attend to her in any way she sees fit."
Oh. Well. Your brother is passing you the royal bedwarmer as he goes off to die? How nice! You didn't even realize he was married.
"Come in darling." He calls to his side. A door opens and the queen enters and your eyes widen in alarm.
Lady Abigail of Bisbain, a broke family who has run the poor house for the past generation. A supplicant to your throne regularly who you made debase herself in the most unimaginable ways to gain a few coins to feed and clothe the beggars who came to her looking for aid. She has clearly not forgotten you from the look on her face. Any dreams you had of shacking up with the Queen while your brother is gone are instantly dashed.
"I...I..." you stammer.
[[Try to Get out of This!|Aquarius3]]"I...I'm sorry brother but you cannot bind me thus. I am a noble and cannot be forced to be a slave. It was a mere customary indulgence nothing more!" You snap.
Arthur glances to Abigail who has walked to his side and she speaks for him. "Very true. I commute your service to be no more than five years. At the end of your service you will be restored to your title if you are still fit for it and given a modest stipend. In the meantime your fortunes are gladly accepted as a donation."
"Don't be too hard on him." Your brother says as he rises. She gives him a meaningful look. "Well..." he shrugs and kisses her deeply. "Don't do anything he doesn't deserve." That seems to the opposite of how he started off.
"Do not fret dear husband. I simply intend to have him serve as my cupbearer." She says sweetly.
"Oh." Arthur blinks. It looks like he expected worse. "Well, that seems fine. Brother." He turns back to you. "You will serve my wife as her cupbearer for five years. After that you will be returned to your noble stature. I...well, you won't need this." He reaches out and plucks the crown from your head. "Now, I must be off to see about this war." He kisses his wife one more time and leaves you standing there, flabbergasted.
[[It Begins...|Aquarius4]]"Lady Abigail this is a most amusing gesture..." you begin, adopting the obsequious tone that you normally reserve for her husband.
"Queen. Queen Abigail. Your Highness." She corrects you. "I'll overlook that this time." She claps her hands and four more guards join the two that are already standing behind you. They form a circle around you. You recognize them all as former members of your household. Every single one of them was forced to grovel and kiss your feet and otherwise humiliate himself to keep his job. You had only hired men with families so that you could embarrass them so and they would have no other option. You don't like the looks on their faces at all.
"Meet your new personal bodyguards." She says happily. "They will ensure your person is not to be harmed or prevented from carrying out your new duties in any way. They will attend you at all times." She sits down on the throne primly as the men surround you. "So, are you ready for your new assignment?" She asks.
Sighing in resignation, you nod.
"Good, then start at once. Bring me those grapes." She points to a cup filled with the succulent fruit sitting at her feet. You bite back a remark about how she could reach them herself and move forward to pick them up. The guards move with you.
You take the cup and present it to her. She looks at you like you are a fool. "What are you thinking? You know nothing touches the royal lips without being tested for poison first!"
"...so I am to taste the food then?" You ask.
"No! You are the cupbearer not the taster!" She rolls her eyes. "Sir Dirk is the taster, but all of your bodyguards may assume that responsibility if necessary. Feed Sir Dirk a grape."
Blushing in embarrassment you take a grape and hold it out to Sir Dirk. He simply opens his mouth. Holding back your growls you place it in there quickly and pull your fingers back before he closes his lips around them. He savors the grape and nods to the Queen.
"Well done cupbearer. Now, practice your assignment, feed a grape to each man."
[[Throw a Tantrum!|Aquarius5]]"No! Absolutely not!" You say, stomping your foot and throwing the cup to the ground. "I will ne..." You don't get the rest out. A simple nod to the bodyguard and you suddenly find yourself bent over the knee of one of the men and being thoroughly spanked by the others. They rotate giving your ass cheeks hard swats over and over until you are sobbing and begging for them to stop!
"Will you do as you are told?" The Queen asks regally.
"Yes your Highness." you mutter, rubbing your ass.
"Good. These men are instructed to spank you mercilessly every time you shirk your duties. Now, gather the grapes and feed them to the men. Apologize to them as you do."
Burning with embarrassment you start to gather the grapes. Each time you bend over it seems there is one man standing right behind you and another right in front. You feel your fur-clad backside rubbing against the crotches of the men behind you and you have to move deftly to avoid your head bumping into the crotches of the men who gather in front of you. You are very meek as you place the grapes in their lips and ask them to forgive you. They do one by one until all of the grapes are gone.
When you turn back to the Queen she has a look on her face that you can only describe as lust. She is getting off on watching this!
[[Get led to your new room.|Aquarius6]]"Take him away now." Queen Abigail claps her hands. "Get him situated in his chambers, do not let him leave until it is time to serve me this evening."
You are escorted to your chambers. The men tell you to turn over your royal clothes, your new uniforms are all provided. Cheeks burning with shame you strip your clothes off and hand them over. The men catcall you like you are a bar wench and one slaps your tender backside hard as they walk out. You don't even have anyone to complain to. Just the thought of how in five years your revenge will be brutal.
Your new room is a very modest servant's quarters. The bed is barely large enough for one, but at least you have your own private privy. There is a wardrobe that holds your uniforms. The pants are very tight, they will hug your backside and legs like a second skin and your small package will be obvious for all to see. They are a light purple color, detailed with silver symbols mostly in the family crest of the new Queen, and have a matching pair of opera gloves. You see that there is a hairband in the same light lilac with the Queen's symbol in silver thread that will hold your thick blonde curls back from your face and behind your back. There is no underwear and you will apparently be bare chested. The silver and lilac shoes are simple slippers with no heel that may as well be socks.
[[Serve the Queen|Aquarius7]]You approach the symbol of the Ram. As you near it the ram becomes a symbol on a shield, which you see is held by a man dressed as a gladiator. You fall rapidly towards the symbol.
Suddenly you are standing in an a small arena with a crowd of a few hundred chanting for you. You appear to be in a Mediterranean climate participating in an old school gladiator match.
You are a young man nicknamed "The Ram" for your tendency to charge opponents with your shield and knock them off of their feet. You have short, curly, brown hair and an excellent body like an ideal classical athlete.
You raise your shield and spear and the crowd cheers for you. You see the royal chair is occupied by a visiting guest, a lady from the great city to the West who rules over this part of the world. She does not look entertained.
Your opponent is almost the exact same size as you. He wields an spear and a net. He raises his weapons and gets a similar reaction to you. The sun beats down on your nubile, muscular, young bodies as the fight begins.
[[Victory!|Aries2]]Your bodyguard escorts you to the doctor, quiet for once. When you arrive you see a woman who looks more like a hedge witch than a scholar. She takes the paper from you, opens it, cackles and tells you to sit down. You hesitate but soon find yourself shoved into the chair and held down by the bodyguards. They hold your head back and pinch your nose as a very rich, milky potion is poured down your throat. The woman pours about half of it, then shrugs and dumps the rest down.
You are about to complain that nothing is being done to treat your backside, when you feel your stomach burbling. Thinking you are going to be sick you try to stand and find a window but you are held tightly. The witch points to your chest and laughs. You glance down and see your chest expanding. Two very nice breasts grow quickly, from small little mounds to large bouncy orbs to hand-overflowing tits. The burbling in your stomach then shifts up to your new mammaries and you feel the sensation there for quite some time. You wince from the pain. When you open your eyes you see thin trickles of white liquid coming from your big new nipples.
You start swearing at the witch but a threat of a spanking shuts you up. You are yanked to your feet and shoved out the door and back down the hall. Milk dribbles from your breasts when you are shoved and this produces uproarious laughter from your bodyguards.
[[Go serve some drinks|Aquarius9]]When you re-enter the dining hall the ladies look at you and burst out laughing. Abigail complements your lovely breasts, and asks the men if they agree. There is unanimous consensus that your tits are fantastic. You clench your teeth and try to tell yourself you'll have revenge soon enough.
The baby cries again and its mother beckons you over. Abigail stops her though and tells her that it hasn't been tasted yet. She looks at Sir Dirk with an evil grin.
Sir Dirk chuckles and moves for your breast as you stare in shock. Abigail stops him though. "Sir Dirk! You know that is not proper!" She chides. You breathe a sigh of relief.
"All milk must be approved by the stable hands first. Take him down there before you sample any." The chuckles grow into laughter as you are dragged down to the stables.
[[Milk Test!|Aquarius10]]"Krultor." You growl to him. "The master of this place is hiding from us. Find him."
Krultor looks nervous but nods and obeys. He spends some time sketching arcane symbols in the ground. He demands the sacrifice of one of your soldiers, which you permit with a wave of your claw.
Krultor digs around in the entrails of the dead soldier for a moment before glancing up at the sky and pointing in a direction seemingly at random. "There." He hisses. "Underground."
You order your army forward and instruct them to break the ground open. Soon you discover carefully hidden tunnels just below the surface. It looks like Krultor's magic was accurate.
The tunnels are narrow and twisted but Krultor's magic leads you through them. You're just about to wonder how he can know all of this so well when the ground starts to shake and the tunnels collapse around you.
You let out a mighty roar and wrap your hands around Krultor's throat. He barely has time to proclaim his undying loyalty to the hidden lord of this realm before you send him back to the Pit.
You burst out of the collapsing tunnel, your makeshift army crushed behind you to find yourself facing an assembled horde of mole-like monsters. They are armored from head to toe in dark iron and wielding firearms that you soon discover melt anything in front of them. Your skin and muscles are slowly scorched off of you as you tear your way through them, dispatching many before you are finally taken down.
Your wrath fades, but you soul does not.
[[Back to the Pit|WrathRecon]]<<if $metskypiratesearly eq "yes">>You return to the gates and see the man again. He smiles at you, full of compassion and understanding. "No need for explanations my <<if $sex eq "male">>son<<else>>daughter<<endif>>." He says before you can offer your side of things. "Sometimes the process of joining the afterlife is harder on others. You are of course welcome here." Grateful that it isn't a big deal, you ask to enter.<<endif>> The gates part and the old angel leads you inside. As you enter you see that the clouds form walls around what is a very busy city in the clouds. It is all but invisible from the outside and as far as you can tell the gates you have walked through are the only entrance.
Angels of all shapes and sizes inhabit this city. Some of them appear as normal humans, some fly on large wings, others float about as creatures of pure light. Some even appear to be partly or wholly mechanical. There are many that look like you, and you gather these are the newly minted angels.
The angels greet each other with friendly manners as they pass, calling out compliments and friendly challenges. Everyone is busy. Everyone has a purpose and is working to fulfill it.
The old man leads you to a large arena. From outside you hear the sounds of metal clashing and shouts of encouragement and competition. "I can tell that you have the potential for greatness, so I bring you here. This is choosing grounds for souls of your caliber. Here, they will have a role for you." The man smiles at you and disappears, no doubt returning to his place at the podium.
[[Enter|AngelArmy2]]The two forces continue to project their realities. They start to come into focus, and your memories of your former life strengthen as they debate where you belong.
You see that the force of light represents safety, security, and order. It desires you as a soldier, a pawn that it hopes to grow into something stronger. You see that the force of darkness represents freedom, risk, and chaos. It desires you as a soldier as well, although it doesn't seem to care as much what will happen to you, it also seems that you will have more say in what happens.
You see yourself floating in a sea of pure consciousness, light and dark surrounding you like a yin-yang, you see an exceptional soul that must learn to walk in a cosmic body before your true power can be experienced. If you choose to walk the cosmos again you will not be bound by death, only the temptation to Fall to Oblivion should you feel despair or confinement. Many experience this after death. Many are drawn so powerfully to one side or the other that it can hardly be said they had a choice at all. Once there, many rise to their potential in a heartbeat, never more than a drone in an unending cosmic struggle. Not you.
You understand, as you watch the light and the darkness circle around you, that your ability to escape whatever fate awaited the souls that could not resist the pull into wherever you were going, has marked your soul as special. These powers want to use you to make themselves stronger. Both think you will work for them.
Is one of them right?
[[I want to make the world safe|Angel]]
[[I want to be free|Devil]]
[[No.|True Limbo]]<h1><center>An Accessory Every Office Should Have!</center></h1>You clean the white out off of your breasts and return to your desk, grinning at all the other ways you can use the byzantine corporate processes to have fun. You start filling out more forms and mailing them to Mr. Johnson.
A few days later you're riding his cock while he lies on the floor and stares up happily at you. His penis is just the right size for you and you are finding it easier and easier to get lost fucking him, despite his obsession with budgeting and following rules, he makes you cum so hard!
Mr. Johnson's obsession with efficiency has you in a whole new dress code. Your skirts are now so short they barely cover your crotch (in order to save valuable seconds accessing your pussy) and you've been banned from wearing bras at all. Your heels are the precise height that allows Johnson to walk up behind you and fuck you at any given time. He does this constantly.
You've been given new standards too. Your initial blowjob rating of 7.4 has risen to an office-high 9.6 and you are even trusted to gag yourself before sex now. True to his earlier promise Mr. Johnson had you sent to the lab for "maintenance" and when you came back again found that your several cup sizes larger breasts produce a very high quality coffee when milked. After that he decides it is inefficient for you to ever wear a top and from that moment on you are completely topless.
Every morning begins with you on all fours on his desk while he milks you into the floor's coffee pot. He finds this relaxing, even letting you know it reminds him of getting up in the morning in his previous life. You can't add much as his cock is always in your mouth as he milks you in the morning. It becomes rather common for other office men to stop by for a fresh cup, which Mr. Johnson has told you you must always provide (to justify the cost of your enhancement).
One day you're surprised to see Della has an appointment. With you. You let her in the office and she can't disguise her smirk at your extremely short skirt, extremely high heels, even larger than she left them breasts, and topless dress.
"Well Miss Candy." Della begins. "I had come to tell you that your probationary period has expired."
"You...you mean I don't have to be a doll anymore?" You say, not quite sure how you feel about this.
"Oh no. You failed. Look at you. This used to be the most productive floor in the building, now it's the 120th. Mr. Johnson used to be the ideal employee, now he's a sex maniac. You've become a rather valuable piece of equipment thanks to your upgrade though, so even if Mr. Johnson does manage to do his penance you'll be here for good."
"Now if you want I could possibly see about getting you out of this in ...."
You raise a hand imperiously. "I'm sorry Miss Della, but I only budgeted four hundred seconds for this meeting and that time has expired."
"Fine then, I'll be going. Just a cup of coffee for the road please." Della says with a superior smirk as you are forced to milk yourself to provide.
"Thank you my little office girl." She glances you up and down once more. "I knew you'd made a great Doll." She smiles and leaves.
You shake your head and are about to get back to work when you hear a buzz and go dashing into your boss's office. You smile when you see him snapping a ball of brand new rubber bands. This will be fun!
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingOfficeAccessory = "yes">>You arrive in her suite. The first thing you notice is it is about half as nice as yours. Her closet is filled with various outfits for all sorts of occasions and the paraphernalia scattered about would indicate she's a mix between a lobbyist and tourist.
She walks to her desk and places a crystal on it, when she lets go it spins like a top and emits a high pitched noise and visual static into the air.
"That will give us about five minutes." She says. "I'm Vishna, Herald Third Class."
"Core." You introduce yourself. "Alexander Core." You light a cigarette and puff it before finishing you statement. "Glove."
She seems a little annoyed at your theatrics. "Well we haven't got much time. I've been here for three weeks now. Seven has agreed to meet with me once but that was two weeks ago. He promised me that the Maker's forces are still friendly here. But he's blown off every other meeting I've tried to set up and he's had me followed in the casino. That and he's meeting with at least two greater devils that I know of."
"That by itself doesn't prove anything." You reason. "Seven always played both sides of the coin as it were."
"I know." Vishna concedes. "But there's something different about these two. The first one" she shudders. "Half spider half tiger. It came about this close to eating me." She holds up her fingers. "Before Seven stepped between us. And then after it nearly ate me, and did eat several other guests, he didn't kick it out. He took it to a private meeting."
"And the second one?"
"I've never seen anything like her before. Tentacles for legs, compound eyes, floats above the ground, I swear she makes everything she touches smell like a corpse." Vishna shivers again. "Everything here is terrified of her, including Seven. She's got something on him. Something that is making him deal with her."
"So let's take her out and solve Seven's problems and ours at the same time then." You say, not seeing what the problem is.
Vishna seems annoyed. "Easy for you to say, I'm not licensed to kill."
"I was thinking I would be the one to do it." You say dryly.
"Fine. She almost never leaves her ship. It's called the //Prismatic//. Why don't you head there and I'll go keep Seven occupied?"
"Sounds like a plan." You say as the crystal sparks a few times and goes dim.
[[Go Kill a Demon|AssassinPrismatic]]"Bimbo?" You say with a smile. "Hey, a girl's gotta supplement her income you know." You wink at him.
"Oh I'll give you a supplement." Bower says, advancing on you and grabbing you around the waist, lifting you up easily he sets you down on the edge of a desk, legs spread. "I've had about enough of you prancing around here, now you think I'm gonna let you dress like that and not fuck you silly? Get ready woman, you never had a man like me before!"
You expect he's right, just not in the way he means, but there's something just so charitable about letting a drunk old has been nail a hottie like you in your little french maid outfit that you let him have his way with you. It doesn't last long. It doesn't feel great, but to hear him talk during it you'd think it put Don Juan to shame.
The good thing about it being so fast is that you don't lose much time that you would need to explain what you've learned. When you do Bower snaps to it. "Well shit bimbo why couldn't you keep your legs closed? We gotta get this to Thomas, he'll get a warrant for sure!"
[[Off to the Precinct Again|G2FrenchWarrant]]You strike a pose in one of the many martial arts styles that your suit has helped you learn recently. She comes at you fast, swinging her weapon like a wrecking ball. You deftly dodge to the side and then surprise her by jumping past her flail and landing on her forearm. From there to push off and land on her opposite arm as she lifts it to try to swat you, and from there to the shoulder of her arm that holds the flail. You instantly set to work on the dozen pressure points that the suit has identified. You move quickly down the arm, avoiding her other hand trying to rip you off as you paralyze her arm and then leap off of it, kicking her other hand away from the flail as it lies on the floor.
She frantically tries to grab for it again and again but she is visibly weakening and shrinking as she is separated from her weapon. You kick a large piece of wreckage into the flail, not wanting to touch the unholy thing yourself, and send it flying through a hole in the cage and out into wildspace.
The demoness nearly goes berserk at that, but as she rushes towards her flail you knock her into the now fully powered up electric bars of the cage and they shock her to unconsciousness.
She stops shrinking at about nine feet tall. This makes it much easier to use wreckage from the fort to wrap around her wrists and ankles to hold her down and trap her permanently.
She snarls angrily at you and tries to escape but a few hard taps discourage that. As she fumes about losing you meditate quickly, regaining your power and letting your suit repair itself.
You ponder whether you should take advantage of this victory before calling in your success...
[[Ravage Her|TJEwinfuckb]]
[[Call in Your Victory|TJp2]]You are taken into the substructure of the facility and laid flat on a table in an examining room, your unwanted extra set of balls draped out in front of you. Because of the need to see between your legs your feet are placed in stirrups and your legs spread wide.
A rather unpleasant surgeon appears and pokes about at the cock in your ass provoking moans of discomfort and yelps of pain from you as he prods at it. He has a nurse with him that is an absolute bombshell, blonde, pale, and wearing a nurse's outfit that would look great on a stripper. She smiles at you sweetly as she jabs a syringe in your arm. You pass out.
When you wake up you feel much, much, better. Your legs have been strapped into the stirrups where they remain, and you find that your arms are also strapped down, each held up and near your head and tied down tightly to the bed. Your stomach has decreased many times in size though and you no longer feel the cock in your ass. Something is in there though... you try to see around your tits and stomach and see a tube extending from your ass. It goes over the far edge of your bed and you can't see where it goes after that. Your hair and wings are behind you, so most of the medical equipment is on the side of the room.
"Hello?" You call out. You hear high heels clicking down the hallway and the pretty blonde nurse appears.
"Good morning princess." She says sweetly, crossing over to you and checking on some of the devices you are hooked up to. "Feeling a bit lighter?" She laughs and you can't quite tell if it's cruel or friendly.
[[Yes, much thank you...|Sisspy2]]You sit in front of Gloria's desk, legs crossed in your heels and sheer stockings, lingerie and domino mask. You stare down at the ground in front of you.
"And I thought the Maker was sick." You say quietly. "Garfield Morgan..."
"Was arrested the next day. He died in prison not long afterwards." Gloria says. "Bower recovered and sobered up. Sergeant Thomas got promoted after they found the tape of the chief of police. There was a lot of change thanks to you. The city is a much better place now, Ashley Morgan got justice, and you inspired half the people in that city to never give up in the pursuit of what's right. I hear they're making a movie about you." She smiles a bittersweet smile.
"I don't..." You have a hard time finding that anything is right after what you've seen. "Give me another job. I need to get my mind off of this."
"Of course." Gloria says.
[[Your next job|MortalJobs]]
<<set $gbonus = "hard">>
<<set $gumshoejob = "finished">>
<<set $falloutjob = "unlocked">>A young girl wearing gothic clothing and makeup sits on a desk, doodling skulls and angels in her spiral bound notebook. A passing group of popular girls call her a freak and make fun of what she is wearing. Ten years later, she is designing the clothes they wish a man would buy for them. None of them are happy. You wish you had gotten to know all of them better.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]It's a beautiful summer day. A soft breeze blows across the lake that you and your good friend are standing on the shore of. Willow trees form a barrier behind you, cutting the two of you off from the rest of the world and giving you a sense of profound peace. You and your friend feel very close to each other, and wordlessly skip stones over the soft ripples of the lake.
Nobody else thinks much of him, you are his only real friend. In a few years the two of you will draft apart when you go to a big state school and he attends a smaller academy. As a pre-med student he will save a sophomore’s life and the two will grow old and happy together. You always feel oddly proud when you hear his name.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]A slightly overweight young girl walks the high school hallways, hugging her books to her chest. Nobody talks to her. You look the other way when she tries to make eye contact. She acts like it doesn’t bother her, she acts like she belongs. The only person who says hello is her overly strict father, the school’s principal. She tries to rebel to find herself and refuses to go to college. Her parents cut her off. After working at a fast food dump for three years she kills herself.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]A short, scrawny teenager is playing basketball alone in the school gym. He wants to make the school’s team more than anything. He gets to school early every day just to train himself. He ignores the ridicule he receives and focuses all he has on his dreams. He's there every morning. He works as hard as he can. He doesn’t make the team. Your school wins the state championship that year. He’s dropped out by then. You never hear from him after that.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You see a couple, ignorantly and wonderfully in love, dancing under the veil of youth’s immortality. You see slow, passionate, and yet somehow desperate and frenzied lovemaking between them. You see one get dressed and head for the door. They assure their partner that they’ll be right back. The face that you see leaving you remember as your own. This is moments before your death.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]Your bulk is gone. Your girth is gone. Everything that made you you before the giant horned demon consumed you is gone. You are a lemure. The Pit has not changed, nor has the fact that you are just one of an anonymous horde of gibbering, nearly formless humanoids.
What do you do?
[[Continue Feasting!|EndingBellyoftheBeast]]
[[Fuck|Lust]]
[[Kill|Wrath]]
[[Relax|Sloth]]A short teenaged boy laughs as he runs past you in the school hallway, narrowly avoiding several collisions but provoking no anger from those that look after him and smile fondly. He is the class spirit, not quite a clown. Everyone loves him. In a few weeks he’ll lose control of his new sports car while trying to drive to school the morning after a night of heavy drinking. He suffers partial paralysis and is bound to a wheelchair. He goes bald early. It makes you uncomfortable to see him years later, and you hate yourself for it.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]There is a young girl here. She is sitting in a school desk, trying very hard to look like she doesn't care. You’ve been viciously cruel to her, something you have never consciously done before, and she on the verge of sobbing inconsolably. You push her further, making her break into tears.
For the rest of your life you will think back to this moment, and wish you could apologize. Decades later, you find her on social media. She lets you add her as a contact. You never have the nerve to say sorry.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]<<if $stripper eq "stripper">>You enter the room and see an very handsome, strong, regal looking seraph sitting there. His large wings are spread behind him. He is wearing what looks like an ancient Roman general's uniform and he is covered with scars that make him look dangerous and dashing.
"You ordered a private dance?" You ask meekly.
"Yes I did." He pats his lap. You mince over to him and lower yourself onto his knee. You take the top off of the serving tray and see it contains a plethora of bottles and rolled cigarettes. "Oh yes. The green one."
You pick up a green colored cigarette. "Light it for me." He tells you. You start to put it in his mouth but he shakes his head, so you put it between your sparkly pink lips and strike a match and suck the smoke through it.
Almost instantly you feel a narcotic daze flooding your head. You cough involuntarily. "Breathe it into me." He says. You move in and place your lips over his, holding the cigarette between your sparkly pink fingernails as you breathe the smoke from your lungs into his. After this you put the cigarette between his lips and barely control your giggling.
"Nice isn't it?" He grins. "Nothing better after killing a few dozen behemoths." He shifts and you can feel his cock poking through his armored toga.
"Sounds dangerous." You say, doing your best to seem impressed.
"Oh yeah, but it's worth it as long as I get to come home to women like you. Now, get to your duty." He leans back and closes his eyes and takes another deep hit.
You lift up the pleated metal skirt of the toga and his cock stands tall. You take some oil from the tray and rub it into his cock making him moan as you stroke him tenderly. "Slow." He says, and you comply, letting him enjoy the silence and his growing buzz and you play with his dick.
"Oh you're very good at this." He sighs happily. "Very good."
You bring him off with your hands a few times and then he pushes your head down and you use your mouth as he smokes several full cigarettes slowly.
You must be in there with him for days and days, and it ends up being quite fun. He shares his narcotics and booze and lotions liberally and you spend the time as drunk and giggly as he is hard and happy. You get used thoroughly but the lotions and drugs make it feel even better than usual and you are actually quite sad when the last bottle is empty.
"Well, guess that means it's back to the trenches for me." He says, giving you ass one final smack. "Maybe I'll see you when I get back." He tips his helmet to you as he heads out the door.
[[Get back to work|StripperEnd]] <<endif>><<if $stripper eq "badgirl">>You see a red uniformed compliance seraph inside. "Well good evening officer." You say as you enter and set down the tray.
"Shut up. Put the hood on." He says. You open up the tray and see a bondage hood inside. You slip it over your face, pulling your hair up into a ponytail that cascades out of the top of the hood as you zip it up. It is skin tight latex that doesn't allow any sight into it. The next thing you feel is his hands pulling you over what feels like a sofa and chaining them there.
"Don't make any noise. Respect my badge!" He yells at you. You weren't intending to disrespect it but you decide to stay quiet in any case. "Good. Now spread your ankles." You can't, the chain keeps them together. You try your best but it's impossible. "Stop resisting!!!" He screams and you feel a club start to rain blows over your backside. You struggle to try to get up and question this insanity but he again screams at you to stop resisting and the blows get more serious.
Then you feel the club shoving at your asshole. It's way too big for that! You squeal again, but it seems like all this man knows how to do is scream at you to stop resisting things that you have no ability to consent to, especially while gagged!!
The night goes on like that, ridiculous commands leading to screams to comply and beatings and very uncomfortable penetrations. He never once actually fucks you.
At some point he leaves you tied up and some of the other girls let you out. They shake their heads and explain that most of the compliance seraphs come in and act like that. Apparently they just get off on yelling at people and being in charge.
Well, it takes all types you suppose as you [[head back to the changing room|StripperEnd]] <<endif>><<if $stripper eq "cop">>You push the door open with your ass as you hold the tray and enter. On the other side you see an angel who instantly seems disreputable to you. Everything about him from his casual swagger to his somewhat unkempt demeanor says scoundrel.
"Oh yes, just the bitch cop I ordered." He grins. "Love that outfit. C'mere sit down." He rubs his knee and you perch sexily on it and set the tray down next to him. "Get me a drink." He says as he runs his hands over your bare legs. You open the tray and find a shot glass and a bottle, you pour him one and hand it to him and he slams it back. Then another, and another.
"Mmmmm Maker, they do such a good job getting this stuff." He says. "Almost as good a job as they do finding bimbos to fill out these uniforms." He slaps your tits and you fake being offended. "You ask me, this is where every compliance cop belongs, big tits in my lap sucking my dick. Speaking of which." He snaps his fingers and points to his crotch.
You slip off of his leg and take his cock out, stroking it gently as you appreciate its size and girth. You wrap your lips around it and suck it down, making eye contact with him the whole time.
"Yes, suck it cop bitch, suck it." He says, you can't really take this personally not being a real cop but you get the feeling he doesn't like being arrested. And just maybe he probably deserved it when it happened. But you aren't here to judge. "Get up on it now..." He snaps again.
You let it pop out of your mouth and climb up to straddle him, pulling your butt shorts and thong aside to let him enter you. He feels wonderful and you moan happily. You decide to give him some encouragement.
"You know I wasn't always a stripper. I used to be a cop." You say. "And then I realized how right you are, where I really belong is riding cock not trying to lock people up."
He probably knows you're bullshitting him, but he gets really, really hard now and starts pounding up into you fanatically. You gasp about how wonderful his cock feels which isn't a lie at all, and how all cops should get boob jobs and be castrated and forced to ride cock all day. He really enjoys this brand of dirty talk and within a dozen spankings he's winding down and just playing with your ass now.
"Oh babe that was incredible." He moans. "Thank you."
"No problem sweetie." You purr, your own orgasm fading a bit as you kiss him. He finishes the bottle, doing shots from between your tits mostly, and is soon passed out mid-rant. You take the last shot from the bottle and [[head back to your dressing room|StripperEnd]]<<endif>><<if $stripper eq "tease">>You swing the door open and feel like you recognize the angel on the other side. He has a shaved head, dark skin, no visible wings, and is covered with scars and burns. "Hello," You say sweetly. "You ordered a dance?"
"Yup." He says simply. "I asked for you since I liked you better when your tits were watermelon sized."
"That's where I know you from." You say, remembering him as one of the more boisterous men always encouraging the tentacle pole to throw you to the crowd. "Well, sorry to disappoint."
"Oh no worries, come here." He pats his lap. You walk over to it and sit down, setting the tray to his side. "Take out the silver needle." He says. You take the topper off of the tray and see a half dozen syringes, all different colors. One is indeed silver. You pick it up. "Shoot me up." He says.
Apparently he isn't worried about you screwing this up. You do your best from memory of watching nurses draw blood, placing it near his elbow pit and pressing it into him. He smiles and closes his eyes. "Oh yes. Get my pants off." Is it some sort of drug. You tug his belt off and pull his pants off of him as well, lifting his shirt off while you're at it so he's totally naked. "Straddle me."
Grinning you do so, wondering if he's going to even be conscious for this. His large dark cock is quite attractive and you're looking forward to feeling it stretch you out as you pull your panties aside and lower yourself on it you moan happily.
"Use the red needle on yourself." He commands as he crosses his fingers behind his head and grins at you. You take up the red syringe and wince as you find yourself unable to jam it into your skin. "Gimme that." He grabs it out of your hands and jams it roughly into your ass making you squeal to his amusement.
"Now what?" You ask.
"Now we just wait for them to kick in..." He grins up at you. You slowly rock up and down on his cock for a few moments and then you see a spasm below the skin on his face.
And then you feel one going through his cock. Oh my. It feels quite good. You smile at him and hold onto his shoulders as several more rock his cock. "Oh wow." You gush. "Is that a..." You question dies as you suddenly feel his cock triple in size and become extremely flexible, thrashing about inside you. You can't do anything but scream.
"Oh yes slut. I thought it'd been too long since you got fucked by a giant tentacle. Oh it's even more fun from this angle hahahaha!" He is overjoyed as his cock scrambles your insides. You gasp and squirm and try to get off of him, but suddenly find your tits getting so heavy you can hardly move. You scream as you see them grow to even bigger than their old size.
"Yes that's the look for you slut!" The man says nastily as his gigantic tentacle cock continues to whip up your guts. "Shake them for me! Shake them!" He roughly shoves them to one side almost knocking you off of his lap, you desperately hang on and have to jiggle them back and forth as he keeps shoving you one side to the other, your giant tits pulling you about.
He fucks you like that for what feels like hours until his cock finally starts shrinking. "Well, that means we're done here." He says, standing up and smacking your tits a few times as you plop down on the seat. "I'll be back to do this again next time, don't worry."
Totally embarrassed, you [[scurry back to your dressing room|StripperEnd]] <<endif>><h1><center>Sorceress Sex Slave </center></h1>Erik orders you to follow him upstairs to his bedchamber. There you see Anne, she glares at you furiously but Erik holds up a hand to shush her.
"Malleguarde is staying." He says. "It's high time I started to live up to this crown, and she will be the first jewel on it. An example of my power, a slave for my pleasure and nothing more." He crosses to Anne and kisses her cheek. "A king has only one queen after all." He says with a hearty smile, "But he shall have as many whores as he wishes."
You wish you could bring yourself to object. But when he turns around and winks at you your knees go weak and your pussy gets wet and you want nothing more than his cock in you again. You hardly notice as he comes to you again and slaps your ass hard. "Let's go introduce you to the boys." He says commandingly.
Anne smiles as you leave. You don't have to read her mind to know what she is thinking. Mal the Sorceress she fears. Mal the Seductress she hates. Mal the giggling ditz who follows her husband around? Less work for Anne, and no competition.
"The boys" turn out to be Erik's best soldiers, his war council. He has you kiss each one in greeting and allows their hands to linger on you. He tells them that times are changing. That the men will be men and will have women for their rewards once more. He tells them the best of his men will get the best woman. It's clear who he means.
Your life from that point on is a swirl of getting fucked, sucking cock, and being passed around. Your sorceress gowns are long forgotten, you wear at most a few tiny golden chains around your glorious curves. The collar around your neck and the soles of your stilettos cover more skin than anything else. Erik usually holds your chain, but an exceptional performance from one of his men, or an especially prestigious visitor, sometimes leads to you being passed off.
You enjoy most of it, and overall are completely thrilled. No more worries, no more plots, no more competitions. All you live for is to please the man or woman you're with.
Erik takes you on his campaigns. He'd be a fool not to. Despite the fact that you strut onto battlefield wearing nothing more than a few chains and stilletos, you are the most powerful weapon at his disposal. Green lightning lays waste to enemy battlements as it jumps from your fingertips. Fire rains from the sky at your command. Swarms of locusts and worse descend upon Erik's enemies, all at his command. You are rewarded with being bent over and fucked, and there is nothing you could want more.
When your body eventually passes on, you slip happily into Oblivion. A few tomes mention you as the greatest concubine of your age, the legendary lover of a King who conquered many lands during his reign, but your powerful magic aside, you spent most of those conquests with your face in a lap or a pillow and history pays no more attention to you than you did to it.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingSorceressSexSlave = "yes">>You're at an airport. An old man with a friendly, unshaven face smiles at you and waves as you exit the plane. You reach your arms around his large frame and hug him tight. You talk as good friends as he drives you to your family home. It is Christmas time. You haven't seen snow since you went West for school. You’re home for the holidays for the first time in years. After a wonderful few days, he’s still smiling as you leave. None of the recent joy makes it any easier when he dies a week later. Your mother sobs into the phone, you feel pathetic and helpless, unable to fix anything, unable to cry until she finally hangs up and you realize you'll never see him again.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You decide you can't take any risks. The mirror is going to sick an evil sorceress on you, there is a tower filled with orcs and ogres nearby, and these twisted trees probably have all sorts of nasty things in them.
Exploring deep in the forest you find a cave with a stream running through it. You manage to catch the spider-like monster that had taken up residence in it off guard and scratch it up with your hands enough to scare it off.
You live off of fish and mushrooms for weeks, your skin getting dirtier, your hair getting more tangled, and your stench becoming less and less bearable. But at least you're safe.
Over time you become more in touch with the powers of the Pit as well as the lingering magical essence in this clone body. You learn to brew up foul magical potions and conjure up simple clothes for yourself. The local orcs reward you with meat and totems and small creatures to sacrifice in exchange for your poisons. They even bring you a cauldron to brew larger batches in.
If Malleguarde ever suspects that the hedge witch that lives in the cave nearby is the clone body she's been looking for she never shows signs of caring enough to hunt you down. Your demonic essence and the unnatural nature of the body you inhabit makes you effectively immortal. As you happily stir your bubbling cauldron, you think of how playing it safe paid off so well.
[[Except it doesn't...|DeadWitch]]Your warriors charge across the clearing. <<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>They keep their ranks close and hold thier gleaming metal weapons high.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>The earth trembles under their heavy tread as the gathered Marku gasp at the appearance of stone-blessed warriors on the edge of their camp.<<endif>>
Despite the element of surpirse, the Marku react quickly. Even their leaders are born of a harsh jungle after all. Bows and spears appear quickly in their hands and instruments summon the encamped escorts of the leaders who respond quickly from a very short distance.
You watch eagerly as the battle commences, and grin viciously as the tide turns quickly in favor of your warriors. <<if $cundababy eq "grom">>Your minotaur son especially is hitting the enemy ranks like a wrecking ball, scattering several men at once with one swing of his gigantic axe. You see his cock is rock hard under his skimpy loincloth and you get the sense he's going to be using it on whatever is closest as soon as the battle is over. Yup, he's your kid all right.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "rock">>Things seemed to be stalled when the Marku shamans started to cast spells, but Rock, mounted on your lizard-son is single handedly massacring them. He dropped from behind out of the trees and your lizard-son closed the distance so quickly they did not have time to react before he started to slice them to ribbons. You smile proudly at that.<<endif<<<<if $cundababy eq "shaman">>Your gigantic elemental son leads the charge, and takes the brunt of the Marku defensive efforts. As he is nearly invincible, this works out well for your warriors. The elemental rips apart tends and crushes warriors under his rocky feet left and right as your side claims victory.<<endif>> <<if $cundababy eq "all">>Although several of your demonic offspring die in this assault, you have so many it hardly matters. Through sheer numbers they overwhelm the Marku before your mortal followers can really even engage them.<<endif>>
[[Victory is yours.|SM5]]"You heard me, Project <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Overwhelming<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Super<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>Perfect<<endif>> <<if $jug3 eq "green">>Jade<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "blue">>Sky<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "white">>Ice<<endif>> <<if $jug1 eq "superman">>Titan<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "alien">>Monster<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "hottie">>Juggs<<endif>>." The tech geek says happily. "That's your designation now, hope you like it!"
"Actually I..."
"Never mind! Follow, follow, let's put this thing to the test." They don't listen to anything else you say as they take you back into the arena. You get unceremoniously dumped into a small area containing a group of the little monsters that look like goblins.
<<if $jug2 eq "guns">>They are quickly blown to shreds by the dozens of high caliber guns that line your suit. They don't stand a chance. It's over in seconds.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>You leap into the air, hovering as your jetpack blasts you into the sky, you turn flamejets from your wrists onto the horde of little monsters, frying them easily.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>They swarm on you but you knock their blows aside and crush them with powerful counterattacks of your own, your suit guiding you to a swift and decisive victory.<<endif>>
You look up and see the top of the little field you've been fighting in now lined with spectators. <<if $jug1 eq "superman">>They applaud wildly, congratulating you and the two chubby geeks equally.<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "alien">> They seem a bit terrified at your monstrous appearance, but at the same time glad to have you on their side, cheering here and there mixed with the stunned silence.<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "hottie">> Wolf-whistles and suggestive gestures are the majority of what you see. Apparently the measurements of your suit are drawing more attention than what you just did with it.<<endif>>
The geeks are there next to you suddenly, escorting you back to the lab.
"Hey, looks like you finally got it working." A gravelly voice speaks from behind you. You turn and see a stern looking pale skinned angel wearing a long, tactical coat over a camouflage outfit.
"Uh yes, yes sir, Captain Stone." The first geek responds nervously. "It's at 99% capacity and ..."
"Good enough for field use." It's clearly a comment, not a question. The angel points at you. "Listen <<if $jug1 eq "superman">>Titan<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "alien">>Monster<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "hottie">>Juggs<<endif>>. You're my new war machine. You're coming with me and you'll see action within a week once we get you deployed."
Captain Stone pauses and glances your suit up and down. <<if $jug1 eq "superman">>He nods, pleased with what he sees. "Let's go son." He says.<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "alien">>"Why does it look like a Beast?" He asks.
"It's psych-ego driven sir." The geeks seem far too eager to explain. "He believes it to be horrifying, it will make him more effective.
"Bullshit." Stone says gruffly. "But I guess it doesn't matter what it looks like as long as it gets the job done." <<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "hottie">>"You've got some explaining to do with this outfit." He says sternly. "You weren't supposed to use Mercies for your pilots."
"Uh Captain, Sir, it, uh the uh, subject..." one of them stammers until the other interrupts.
"He means to say uh, Sir, we uh didn't sir, the pilot is completely male, we promise Sir. It was uh, determined to be the ideal armor match for the subject. It will maximize ego and effectiveness!"
"So your subject gets a kick out of dressing like a girl? Why don't you take your samples from the real soldiers and stop using freaks." He sneers, glaring at you like an unattractive bug.<<endif>>
He gestures for you to follow him.
<<if $jug1 eq "superman">>[[Thank the Maker, no More Geeks...|SuperTitan]]<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "alien">>[[Thank the Maker, no More Geeks...|SuperMonster]]<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "hottie">>[[Follow Along|SuperJuggs]]<<endif>>With the blessing of the Spirit acquired, the Marku fall in line behind you for the most part. A few outlying tribes remain defiant, but they are either easily crushed or chased into the jungle and left to hide there. You have more important goals in mind.
For the first time in history, a mixed force of Stedt and Anwar emerge from the jungle and into the light forest on the banks of the Anwara itself. The many Marku who have joined you now outnumber the Stedt. Between your original followers dying in rough battles, returning home for various reasons, and the fact that the Marku are much more populous than them in the first place, the pale skin is rarer and rare to see.
It is the end of the summer season as you stand on the banks of the mighty Anwara. You and your most devout followers are camped in the lightly forested area where the jungle meets the flood plains. The people that live here are slightly darker than the Marku, with curly hair and hawk-like noses. They are broad in their proportions, the men in the shoulders, the women in the hips. They read and write and work in iron and clay and tend domesticated herds of docile animals. They live in a few walled communities, leading eventaully to the first city that was ever built on this planet - named after the great ziggurat that is at the heart of the city - Anwar-Kull. It is there that Anwar-Mesh, the king of the Anwar rules. It is there that the Anwar priests learn the rules of the Maker's law and spread it and force it to their people. It is there that you must exert your influence to gain the power you need to return to the cosmos.
<<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>The many Marku who have joined you have trained beside the Stedt and now march in the same rigid formations and have the same professionalism as your original soldiers.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "fire">>Your Stedt still have hair that burns with fiery vigor and they still conjure the fire when they wish it. Some of the Marku have taken on the same blessings, others of them retain their worship of the air and the sky and use these magics in battle.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "sexy" and $mkcinder eq "dead">>You have continued to give the gift of sexiness to those who earn it. The Marku adapt quite well to being made more handsome, more beautiful, more sexy, more beguiling, or whatever best fits their forms and personalities. It is hard to find a bad looking person as you scan through your beautiful assemblage.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "sexy" and $mkcinder eq "stud">>You have continued to give the gift of sexiness to those who earn it. The Marku adapt quite well to being made more handsome, more muscular, and more masculine. Well-defined muscles, handsome faces, and strong bodies willing to love in all sorts of ways greet your sight as you glance about. It is hard to find a bad looking person as you scan through your beautiful assemblage.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "sexy" and $mkcinder eq "bitch">>You have continued to give the gift of sexiness to those who earn it. The Marku adapt quite well to being made more curvaceous, more enticing, and more feminine. While you know some of them have nice cocks below their waists, tt is hard to find a bad looking woman as you scan through your beautiful assemblage.<<endif>>
Word of your law has spread as well. <<if $firstlaw eq "love">>All throughout the jungles and mountains there is a constant celebration of life. Free of old inhibitions, love is indeed the law, just as you have decreed it. Communal areas are springing up near most villages and tribal resting places, areas tended to by your priests who welcome any who need aid with succor and sex. Your religion has started as a sort of erotic socialism tended to by beautiful priests. <<endif>><<if $firstlaw eq "merit">>All throughout the jungles and mountains the Stedt and Marku are mingling together and learning from each other. The toughness of the mountain dwellers and the skills of the jungle tribes are making everyone stronger and praise to you for making it so is common. Wandering travelers, inspiried by your teachings have begun to ensure your worship far and wide as your religion has become one fueled by a wandering and altruistic priesthood.<<endif>>
Your progression to the banks of the Anwara did not go unnoticed by Anwar-Mesh and his people. A procession is marching to meet yours.
[[Plan for this Encounter|CMA2]]You don't question how Unklangor knew that or even if he is correct. You've got a target and you mean to hunt it down. You stalk through the halls of the casino, not drawing much more attention than anyone else in this diverse menagerie of scum and head for the docks.
On the way, the tuxedo starts to feel stifling. You remove the bowtie and cummerbund and rip the shirt open and step out of the shoes. Much better.
When you arrive at the docks you lick at the air and get the scent of blood and corpses. Bingo. The ship itself is nothing special. A few clumsy, mammalian guards lurk about on the surface. You find a fuse box and smash it, plunging the docks into darkness.
The guards panic. They can see in the dark but nowhere near as well as you. One by one you stalk them down and rip their throats open or send them screaming off. It's so much fun it's almost a shame when you have to go below decks to confront your prey.
"You are interfering." A voice hisses at you as you enter the darkness. It is magically dark in here, but you close your eyes and use your advanced sense of smell instead. She stands out like a blazing light, the smell she radiates making her a target in your mind. She attempts tricks and illusions but they have no effect on you. "I can make it worth your while to abandon this mission." She says, sounding desperate as you leap around her tentacles, waiting for an opening.
"You talk too much," is your only response before you make a mighty leap and latch your jaws around her thin neck, snapping it off and ripping her head from her body.
As you do so the magical darkness fades. You stand and wipe the blood from your lips, it tastes awful. You then make your way out of the still dark docking bay, pausing only to make a phone call to Seven's people telling them their problem is dealt with, courtesy of the Maker.
You sneak yourself aboard the next shuttle out of there and make it back to Paradise. The bright light here hurts your eyes, but the warmth is very pleasant.
[[Meet with your boss|SpyJob2]]
<<set $spyjob1 = "lizard">><<if $Mercy eq "Mortal">>"Well," Della says, pulling back from the crystal ball after what seems like a very brief look. "You certainly showed a lot of attention to that young man and kept him from doing that horrible thing. You passed! Very good!" She beams proudly at you. "You get to go on some more advanced missions now!"<<endif>><<if $Mercy eq "Valk">>Della peers into the crystal ball for a few minutes. "You certainly put the fear of the Maker into that young man, he's going to remember you forever, he'll even help others the way you did for him! You passed! Very good!" She beams proudly at you. "You get to go on some more advanced missions now!"<<endif>><<if $Mercy eq "Herald">>Della looks into the crystal ball and makes a few awwwww noises as she sees the results. "Wow, you really got through to him. He's going to be a wonderful person and father thanks to you! You did great! You passed! Very good!" She beams proudly at you. "You get to go on some more advanced missions now!"<<endif>><<if $Mercy eq "Advocate">>Della peers into the crystal ball for a few minutes and then glances up at you. "You certainly put the fear of the Maker into that young man, but more importantly you made sure he understood he was still welcome in His light! You passed! Very good!" She beams proudly at you. "You get to go on some more advanced missions now!"<<endif>>
"Head upstairs. Gloria will help you from here." She waves goodbye in a friendly manner and kisses the air next to each of your cheeks.
[[Well, Upstairs I go|Mortal2]]<<set $formerdoll = "no">>"And so it ends." You say as you take Zajj is your arms and lift him up, holding him away from you. "I do not think I will give you the chance to betray me."
You open your snake jaws wide and crush your fangs onto his skull. Your venom is lethal, he starts convulsing instantly. It also liquefies him from the inside making his essence much easier to consume. You drain it from his skull as he dies in your arms, cursing you. He will respawn deep in the pit, once again a lowly lemure. It will be a very long time before he threatens you again, if he ever does.
You gain his power. His machine-building intellect joins yours and you suddenly see many new uses for the potential of this forge world and know why Zajj was so interested in it. You gain increased strength and magical resistance, your voice gains sonic properties and you can alter it to inflict damage or stun. Dark fur springs from your skin, not quite covering up the scales and the claws on your hands become longer and thicker. You let out a primal howl of joy as your monstrous strength increases even more.
Absorbing Zajj's power has left you no real reason to continue your assocation with the mole devils. While they are eager to follow you, you no longer feel any reason to lead them and there is no more fighting here.
[[Leave this behind, adventure on your own|Conquersplit]]It is the middle of winter, but the warmth of the lava pools and the mountain makes it less of an issue than it would be for most primitive societies.
"So what do I call you?" You ask your guide as you approach a rather sad looking village. You can see it is built in one of the fertile valleys down the slope of the volcano. Barely tamed animals run rather haphazardly about while filthy naked children squabble and cry while scared looking women and brutish looking men mill about aimlessly. You see your guide is tall for his people, the average man is a foot shorter than you, the average woman about a foot and a half shorter.
"Rock." He says simply. You grunt, unimpressed.
"Tell me who rules here?" You have reached what passes for a vague boundary of the village. There are no gates, no walls, no guards. A few armed men are in the general vicinity but they see you with Rock and duck into squat stone houses and behind piles of skins and ash.
This is one of several small villages that dot the volcano side. They sometimes fight each other, sometimes work together, and sometimes ignore each other. You will start here in this village for now.
"Grom. Mountain King." Rock says, equally simply. You cannot tell if he is lacking in basic language skills or he just prefers to be monosyllabic. Rock points to a stone building that is larger than the others. It is rather unimpressive, hardly a palace, but whoever lives in it certainly enjoys greater status than the rest of the rabble.
"Rock, are there others like you? Scouts stationed about?" He nods. "Bring them to me." He glances at you one last time, still not completely trusting you, he then nods and moves back into the ashen wastes.
[[Confront the Mountain King|MKCinder]]You make a real effort of it, but you only get a few hours of work in before you are once again being rolled around under Wolf and fucked silly. His hands can't seem to stay off your breasts and ass and his tongue can't seem to stay away from your breasts and mouth. Not that you're complaining. He may be rough and possessive but he's a very skilled lover.
As the days go by you stop thinking about leaving here. But without noticing it, Wolf is really improving in his productivity. It's almost as if he's doing it to deserve you, although you never say anything of the sort. You bail him out of trouble, boost his ego when he needs it, stay out of his way when he needs time to himself and always take care of his needs without him asking. When he calls you the perfect girlfriend one day you can't stop smiling.
One day however, he calls you into his office and you can tell something is different. "Sit down Cottontail," he says, "We have to talk." He looks distressed.
"What is it Wofly?" You ask as you sit on his desk and run your hands over his hair. He hands you an order from the top and you scan it over.
"But...but this is great news! You've worked off your time, you can go back to the trenches, this is wonderful!" You rub his arm encouragingly. You know why he's sad, but you don't want to say it.
"But what will happen to you?" He looks up at you. "Come with me." He says suddenly.
"I....to the pits?" You stammer. "Isn't that illegal?"
"Extremely." He says with a grin that lives up to his name. "But c'mon it's not like we both got here from following rules. Lemme show you something." He presses a button on his desk and the wall slides up revealing two suits of armor on mannequin stands.
One is obviously his old set. You can just imagine how dashing he would look in it. It's the color of solid steel and inscribed with bright white holy symbols. You feel yourself getting just a little wet at the thought of him wearing it.
The other suit is...you gasp and put your hands over your mouth in shock. It's sized for you! Well, what little there is of it is sized for you. The chestplate is a titanium push up bra with pink highlights over a shiny silver frame, with an attached metallic pink g-string that will no doubt be a bit uncomfortable as it lets your bouncy ass hang out. The shoes are open toed stilettos that are the exact same height as your current office doll clothes.
There is no way this wasn't specially made just for you. It even goes with your hair! You walk over to it and can't help but feel so loved. This is a huge violation of ALL of the rules! He is risking so much for you.
"Mine is a smart suit prototype." He explains. "It looks like old school knight armor, but it's powered by high end computers and packing all sorts of tricks. We can survive in the void with these bad boys for months. Your little outfit can accept overflow power from mine as long as it stays close enough. Even if the Maker kicks us out for you coming to battle with me, we'll be fine. As long as you make sure you wear the control ring that allows your suit to receive power from mine." He says, coming up behind you. He holds it up to you and you see it is a slender gold band with a diamond on it. Your eyes water as you realize what he's doing. "I had them make it like this especially." He drops down to one knee.
"Miss Cottontail, will you be mine forever?" He asks as he holds out the ring.
[[YES! YES!!!!!!|EndingSpaceBunny]]
[[You can't let him risk this, turn it down gently and destroy the evidence|Wolfletdown]]You step through the portal and are a bit surprised to find that it isn't a sudden, lurching transport to another world. Instead there is simply a tunnel on the other side. You begin the trek, getting used to walking with hooves and balancing yourself with horns.
Dry soil, almost ash, crunches under your feet. There are no light sources, the ceiling of the tunnel is low above your head. It is dark in the tunnel, pure dark, but you can see easily. As you proceed the tunnel begins to slope upwards, but you barely notice it as you stride forward with powerful purpose.
You finally reach the top of the tunnel and see the opening of a cave mouth. You must have emerged in the heart of the volcano the Stedt make their home on.
You stride towards the opening, and just as you about to emerge, a shadow steps in front of it.
[[Your First Encounter|CinderShadow]]<h1><center>Slave in the Age of Enlightenment</center></h1>You have to chance it. You made it out of the devil king's grasp, why not this sorceress too? You turn and run, your natural heels clicking loudly against the stone floor. You make it about five yards before you are suddenly halted by a glowing golden lasso wrapping around your waist and lifting you up into the air. You flail your limbs at it but they just pass through it.
Julia is shaking her head as she regards you floating in the air, held by her magic. "Well that was foolish." She looks regretful as she calls for her assistants.
A few rather bookish looking young girls gather around her and she instructs them to bind you and sell you for as much as they can get. Before you can say anything they have cast spells that bind your mouth and limbs tightly.
"Mistress, may I ask something?" One of the apprentices says timidly.
"But of course child." Julia says with a kind smile in response.
"I thought the recent writings teach us that slavery is an abomination to the freedom of knowledge. How is that we can still sell the devils you catch?" She seems to be expecting a rebuke.
"Excellent question." Julia says patiently. "A devil is never free. Even the strongest and proudest of them cannot be said to have free will like you or me. They seek to enslave and drain and use everything they find. Oh certainly they are capable of great things, but they are no more free than locusts. We have a responsibility to see that they are owned and used in a manner that benefits us all."
The apprentice nods, although she seems to question it, as more spells send you into a coffin like trap that seals you in shut.
You are moved about several times until you hear what sounds like an auctioneer barking your virtues to an assemblage of bidders. Your box opens and you are pulled out by chains you can't see, still unable to talk or move. You are rotated about as the bidders go higher and higher.
"Sold." The auctioneer bangs his gavel and you are returned to your box. The restraints are solid, unbreakable by you. You do not know what sort of master or mistress awaits you, you do not know what sort of tasks or pain await. But you know one thing, whatever the future holds, it is not freedom.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingSlaveintheAgeofEnlightenment = "yes">>You go with the lizardperson over to a little table off to the side where another lizardperson is already sitting. You aren't sure what pronouns to use. They both look a lot like you physically, although they have longer tails. One is wearing the skimpy beaded dress and the other is wearing an almost as skimpy pair of shorts made of dark green silk. They do not have breasts, being lizards and all, but something about them strikes your instincts as feminine. They are not nearly the size of Unklangor and the other rock-lizards, looking more like the traditional idea of a lizardperson. You notice both of their tails are long and decorated with all sorts of rings and various other accessories.
"Hi Wendy." Your guide says, bending down and air kissing the cheeks of the one wearing the green silk dress.
"Charlene." The one in the dress air kisses her back. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh this is Unklangor's date umm..."
"Alex." You intervene.
"Nice to meet you." Charlene and Wendy exchange limp wristed handshakes with you. You sit down and join them, feeling a bit out of place.
<<if $lizardclothes eq "dull">>"So, first timer huh?" Wendy says, checking out her reflection in a compact. You nod. "Yeah I can tell." She says, glancing at your outfit and chuckling.
"Hey go easy on her." Charlene chuckles, rubbing your shoulder in a friendly manner.<<endif>><<if $lizardclothes eq "doll">>"I haven't seen you before. You look fabulous." Wendy gushes. "This can't really be your first time?" You nod and confirm that it is. "No way!" Wendy protests taking in your appearance. When Charlene laughs Wendy says to her "Well you didn't think so either before you went over there, look at her!"<<endif>>
"I'm not actually a her..." You begin to explain. Charlene and Wendy exchange a look, then start to give you some education on the culture.
"When we speak the common tongue we use 'her' to refer to the egg layers, which you definitely are sweetie." Charlene says, running her hand over your stubby little tail. As she does so waves of pleasure run through you making you moan softly from the unexpected joy of it. This draws chuckles from the other lizardpeople. "When we speak the Krutjan language we have completely different structures for it, and we'd call you he then, just like Wendy here, but in Common it's just easier to call the ones suited for the mother role she." She shrugs. "We don't mean any disrespect."<<if $lizardclothes eq "dull">>
"So you guys weren't born lizardpeople either?" You ask curiously.
"Oh no. The only natural born ones are the 'men.'" She points to where Unklangor and a few of the others are now sitting at the same table, drinking and giving each other a hard time. "They have a very hard time finding mates because their biology requires them to convert another species into one of us."
"Must be lonely..." You muse, feeling a bit sorry for them.
"Well, that's we're here for." Wendy winks at you and the two of you share a laugh.
[[Get down to business|LPrealtalk]]
[[Do your egg layer duties|TuxEgg]]<<endif>><<if $lizardclothes eq "doll">>[[Get down to business|LPrealtalkdoll]]<<endif>>As the door opens you turn to face it. A man enters. He is wearing a loose fitting white robe tied with a simple brown rope and simple sandals. He is muscular with slightly tanned skin, and he moves with a genuine simplicity that makes you think "farmboy." His face is kind, honest, and rather cute. His hair is a shaggy mop that hangs around his eyes in a medium brown shade and he has the sort of kind, honest mannerisms that are attractive in a boy next door sort of way. He stands about three inches taller than you, or about the height you were before your natural heels vanished.
He looks at you right in the eyes and greets you in a cordial manner. <<if $sucbody eq "prettygirl">>He smiles when he sees your pretty face.<<endif>><<if $sucbody eq "sexygirl">>After that though he seems to find it very hard to talk, and his eyes keep drifting downwards. He is obviously trying very hard to keep his eyes from your large breasts.<<endif>>
<<if $succlothes eq "minidress">>He opens his mouth to speak again but he can't seem to get his words right. He is obviously doing his best not to blatantly ogle your bare legs and exposed cleavage. "So...so...so, um please sit down!" He stammers, gesturing for you to sit in the comfy chair. You do so, crossing your legs just to watch his eyes bulge out of his head. "I am told that you are here to learn of the Maker's...ah...love...I'm uh, Matthias, I uh..." He finishes, blushing.<<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "habit">>He beckons you to sit in the comfortable white chair. You sit there and listen as he speaks. "I am Matthias. You've made the right choice coming to learn the ways of the Maker and His Love!" He says confidently. "Please sit down!" He extends an arm and usher you into the comfy white chair. <<endif>> <<if $succrotch eq "prettycock">>He freezes however, when his eyes finally glance upon your cock tenting in your clothes. He seems paralyzed.<<endif>><<if $sldcollar eq "yes">>
Every time your thoughts turn to anything even remotely fun the pain collar turns even your hypothetical joy into wracking pain. It's going to be hard to do anything but get through this.<<else>>You manage to maintain your composure as you realize that Julia has arranged for this young novice to come and try to convert you, and she wishes to study his reactions to your sensual essence. You ponder whether you should attempt to really give Julia a show...<<endif>>
<<if $succrotch eq "prettycock">>[[Bring Your Cock Into Play|SLDX1GirlCock]]<<endif>><<if $sucbody eq "sexygirl">>[[Start Teasing Like Hell|SLDX1GirlTease]]<<endif>>
<<if $sldcollar eq "no">>[[What's the rush, Let's Just see how he Handles Being Near Me|SLDX1GirlPassive]]<<endif>>No, you've had enough of flouncing around. You make yourself up professionally and dress conservatively and head over to the station. Once inside you tell the bored looking grunt at the front desk you're there to see Sergeant Thomas. This hour of the night he doesn't have much to do, but it still manages to take him forever to pick up his phone and call back. You tell him you're a friend of Bowers. The grunt eventually tells you to head back and then returns to his porno mag and donuts.
You'd be disgusted but you're actually grateful that slob is sitting at a desk and not out on the street where his carelessness could get somebody hurt. You walk back to the Sergeant's Office and knock on the door. He yells to come in.
As you enter you see a man in his fifties with blonde hair that is starting to turn white. His face is tan and his hands are like leather when he shakes yours.
"Tabby Marx." You introduce yourself. "I'm working for Bower."
Thomas grunts in noncommittal response. "If that were the case you'd be out buying whiskey." He says, although his body language doesn't imply that he thinks you're lying.
"Alright you got me, I'm working instead of Bower." You grin in a conspiratorial way, hoping to find some camaraderie with a man who may have spent many years also doing other people's jobs for them. Your intuition proves right and he laughs and drops his guard.
"Yeah, that sounds familiar." He says shaking his head. "So, what can I do for you?"
[[Lay it on him|GMenish2]]"Alright let's strap him in and get the armor configured."
You are suddenly moved to an upright, standing position by a swivel of the chair and then the chair moving away, leaving the straps behind. They move your arms and legs out to resemble the Vitruvian man. A whirring noise hits your ears as pieces of power armor are strapped to various parts of your body and bolted in. You can't see much due to the low light and the flashes from the welding torches.
<<if $jug1 eq "alien">>"Oh awesome!" One of the voices calls out. "Yes, this is going to be badass. I love when they pick this sort of form." You can feel the armor suddenly grow icy hot and boiling cold as it flashes and reforms around you.
[[Keep Going|JuggS5]]<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "superman">>"Total classic. Pump it up!" One of the geeks says happily. You feel mass being added to your armor, spread out even throughout your body. At the same time you feel pricks in your arms and legs and the muscles there growing as if to match the suit.
"Works like a charm." The geeks say happily.
[[Not a Bad Start|JuggS5]]<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "hottie">>You hear laughter for what seems like a very long time from both voices outside. "I told you someone would check it eventually!" One of them says with glee. "Do it! Do it!"
"But are you sure...what if the Maker..."
"It's necessary for the wearer to appreciate the armor. We just can't do it all the way as long as there's a little..." the word little produces furious snickers.
"Okay okay fine, I gotta see this anyway."
You feel the armor around you pull away slightly, and then suddenly a syringe jabs into the soft flesh of your butt.
A tingling feeling passes through your body and you can't seem to get your breath as changes begin. Your muscles become softer your waist narrows, your hips widen, you feel your hair growing much longer and your face rearranging. You are just able to glance down at your cock and see it shrinking and shrinking and shrinking, finally stopping when it is about an inch long.
"Oh shit it worked!" You hear the sound of high fiving.
The armor, now remolded to very snugly fit your feminine form cinches itself tightly around you once more.
[[Ummm...|JuggS5]]<<endif>>"Oh I uh, wanted to ask about my changes and uh, see if you had any." You say meekly. "I um..."
April grins. "Well I guess you know the answer. I talked to mom about mine a few days ago, after she told you about the possiblity of changing. It's actually not much to worry about, and ...oh Tommy your hair is too long to just let out wet like that here..." April has you bend down and wraps a towel around your hair, shwoing you how to stand up so it can be wrarpped up turban style. "And uh, yeah, it's actually totally healthy. In fact I feel better than ever!"
"Do you think it like, means something that we both switched?" You say hesitantly, not totally on board with this quite yet.
"Not especially. Like dad says we get no more say in this than the choice of what you were born as. It's in your genes dad said. And mine. Maybe since we're twins we both have the 'change sex when exposed to the process' gene? I dunno. You should ask him about it."
"Think I should go now?" You ask, pulling your robe back on.
"Nah, I'd ask mom actually, you can never really talk to dad about anything serious anymore he just wants to relax after work. You should ask mom tomorrow morning." You nod, that makes sense.
"Thanks April." You say, feeling a bit foolish. "Sorry about uh..." you motion towards her hand and midsection where you came.
She laughs and, still naked, pulls you in for a tight hug. "Don't worry about it." She plants a soft kiss on your cheek. "Sorry about coming on your face. Except uh, not really." She winks and laughs.
The two of you stare at each for a minute and then move towards each other at the same time and start kissing. It's a long, slow, super passionate kiss. As the kiss progresses you find yourself tilting your head back so that she can lean in and have more access to your mouth. You find your arms draping themselves around her neck and your knees getting a little weak. Her hands slide down and find your plump little ass and squeeze it possessively. You don't mind one bit. It feels incredible. Several long minutes of kissing and wiggling against each other later your finally stop for breath.
You are smiling to yourself as you leave her room. You feel better about it now after talking with her. Well, not only from talking. She doesn't seem too worried. If your twin isn't worried, why should you be? You get a very nice night of sleep.
You wake up early in the morning, put on a t-shirt and some boxers and your robe and head downstairs to find your mom, hoping to catch her while she is making breakfast. Lately though, she's been...
[[Obsessed with being the little housewife|GemM1]]
[[Really into ordering everyone around|GemM2]]"Salvation from what?" The bearded man grunts, crossing his arms across his chest. He is on guard but listening.
"The future of your people. Mediocrity, submission, being scattered to the corners of the jungle by raiding Stedt or conquering Anwar. I am the hope for your future."
"You are no Marku." The robed man says. "Where are you from?"
"Beyond your knowlege. For now." You say with a smile. "But if you join with me, you will learn much of this world and the worlds beyond."
"I've heard this before, from the Anwar priests." The bearded man's eyes narrow. "When we say no the soldiers come next."
"I am no pawn of the Maker." You say with such sudden conviction that the man is taken aback. "I do not live by his law."
"I sense truth in her words." The robed man responds. "So then tell me of your law strange one."
<<if $firstlaw eq "merit">>"My law is the law of unity." You say. "I belive in all peoples all creeds lies the potential for greatness. As a goddess I demand the very best. All who serve me are judged by their skill and merit. This is how we shall live. My followers, Stedt and Marku alike, already live this way."
[[The Men are Listening|SM9M]]<<endif>><<if $firstlaw eq "fear">>"There is no law but to obey!" You snarl fiercely. "I am the goddess. I wield power cosmic. All who do not bow to me of their own volition shall bow through force. My followers are Stedt and Marku united in loyalty to me. Soon the Anwar shall join us and I shall be worshipped as the one true goddess of this realm and the realms beyond."
The bearded man grunts. "You would have us fight the Anwar merely to serve you? I will not trade one yoke for another."
"And I will not bow to a demon." The robed man proclaims. "Sound the alarms!" He yells to the entrance of the tent.
[[Looks like You've got a Fight on Your Hands|SM9F]]<<endif>><<if $firstlaw eq "love">>You smile disarmingly and charm the two men. "Love is the law." You say sweetly, "love under will. My will to be specific. All peoples of all lands should be free to love one another as they worship me. Love will unite. There will be no need for battle, my worshippers should feed each other, clothe each other, do for each other as they would do for any they love. Peace through unity."
"You'll find resistance on the banks of the Anwara." The bearded man says, the robed man nods in agreement.
"It is true, we will have to overcome that. But the Stedt and many Marku are already with me. With the strong Marku tribes joining as well, we will have the best chance there shall ever be for lasting peace."
[[Discuss things with them|SM9M]]<<endif>>You step inside alone, your followers left outside to guard the tent.
You see several things as you enter. You see large wooden totems scattered throughout the lodging. You see tables, chairs and other fixtures. You see the tent has been patched and repaired and is several layers think. This must be the closest thing the Marku have to a permanent residence.
Two men are inside. They are both seasoned leaders from the look of it. One wears a long beard, the other is clean shaven. The one with the beard wears metal armor on his shoulders and on his arms and is barechested. He wears a helmet carved from bone and obsidian that looks jagged and dangerous around the edges. The clean shaved man wears a simple brown robe. They are both leaning over the same table, staring at each other and arguing as you walk in.
Your entrance makes them pause. "Who in the name of the Sky are you?" One asks angrily.
It occurs to you that it is time to pick the name you will be truly known as. You have by and by dropped the name of Cunda from your vocabulary, referring to yourself as merely the Goddess. The Stedt will love you by any name now, you are sure of it. But the time to pick your name will come for now your divinity is all that matters.
"I am <<print $dname>>. And I am your salvation." You say sweetly.
<<if $fbaby eq "yes">>[[Negotiate|CheeseGoddess]]<<else>>[[Negotiate|SM8]]<<endif>>You and a few of your most presentable followers stride into the clearing. There are many large tents pitched here, one larger than the others. This is where the gathering is to take place. You have allowed a few days of it to commence without you, letting the lesser chiefs state their cases and then declare loyalty to stronger ones before you get involved.
As you walk as gracefully as you can towards the largest tent you sense from your surroundings that things have come down to just two of the most powerful chiefs. You hear them arguing from several yeards away.
<<if $cmoutfit eq "war">>Your appearance causes no small amount of alarm. Dressed to fight with a body obviously not of this earth, you draw many suspicious glares and a small crowd forms around you as you stride forward.<<endif>><<if $cmoutfit eq "shaman">>You see many slender, graceful Marku women dressed much like you except for the color of the scraps of cloth around them. They smile at you and some even nod in respect as you pass. Finally one stands in your way as you approach the large tent.<<endif>><<if $cmoutfit eq "elder">>Your respectful outfit draws nods of regard from those you walk past. There are many here that are not recognized by others and you don't start to draw too much attention until you are nearly at the large tent. There a group of warriors steps in your path.<<endif>>
"You may go no further." You are informed. "Our chiefs are nearly in accord." Based on the yelling you hear inside you doubt that very much.
"Oh I think they will wish to hear from me." You say with masterful confidence.
There is a slight pause before the speaker steps aside, allowing you to enter the grand tent.
[[Enter|SM7]]Your surprise attack on the leaders of the strongest Marku tribes leaves a huge power vacuum in the jungle. News of their deaths spreads like wildife and you act quickly to squash any upstart who wishes to take your metaphorical crown.
You spend the spring months traveling the Marku jungles, ensuring that all of the tribes understand your supremacy. There is some hard fighting and negotiating, but at the end of it all the lack of established leaders and your demonstrated power makes you the only choice to lead the Marku.
As the spring rains begin, your unified forces begin to prepare to march on the flood plains and [[confront the Anwar.|SMA1]]You activate your suit's communications and call in backup. Captain Stone sends out a strike team of winged Seraphs who quickly arrive at your position. One of them shoots a missile at the structure and it detonates, blowing the odd building and everything inside to pieces. The demon attempts to slip out but you are watching and reveal yourself to startle it long enough that the Seraphs manage to paralyze it with their needle guns.
They restrain the creature and carry it off to be interrogated. You are recalled to the laboratory.
When you arrive there you are taken to see Captain Stone again. He, seemingly reluctantly, tells you you did a good job. He gives you your next assignment.
He orders you to patrol the city streets for any potential incursions or hidden devils. Your heart drops a little as he realizes he is essentially putting you on garbage detail to get rid of you.
[[Accept your assignment|EndingBeastofBurden]]
[[Demand a diffrent job|Titanrejoin]]Still in a bit of a daze, you are led back to the dining hall, where Sir Dirk regales the ladies with the tale of how your encounter with the stable hands went. Upon hearing this, Queen Abigail congratulates you for being able to fulfill your duties and demands that you take her sister's baby to your breast to suckle.
The baby is quite unruly and bites you constantly, every squeal you produce drawing laughter from the assembled crowd. Finally the dinner is over and Queen Abigail dismisses you. She instructs Sir Dirk to make sure you are milked in the morning with the other cows, and then returned to your stable.
You think she is joking, but instead of being led back to your room you are returned to the stables. A personal little paddock is prepared for you with the finest hay and water trough. The sign that hangs above it reads "His Milkiness, Prince Devin." As the stable hand blows out the torches for the night you curl up in the hay and start to sob at how far you've fallen.
You finally are able to extract your soul from this Prince, as hilarious as his suffering may be, you've had enough of it and manage to [[return to Limbo|Zodiac]].<h1><center>Executive Sex Toy</center></h1>Nuh uh. You're not moving. You cross your arms and suck on your lollipop in what you're sure is a not at all forceful manner. After a few seconds though the not-baby in your stomach kicks. Hard. You are quite startled by this. You aren't actually pregnant. You can't be. Angels don't reproduce. But something is kicking you so hard you have to stand up to avoid falling out of the chair.
Goddamn bastards. It's like a personal alarm system inside your stomach. If you don't do what they want the not-baby starts kicking. Goddammit.
You stagger into the executive room. It is every bit as lavish as you would expect. The executive may be one from your "interview" he may not be. You can't tell them apart. The front of his desk slides open like a door and you see his cock hanging out of his dress pants.
Great. You've been summoned for a blowjob. You drop to your hands and knees and crawl to him. He is watching every second of it. He is very hard from watching your curvy pregnant body crawl to him in your tiny parody of an office girl outfit, and even more so when you start sucking. The desk slams shut behind you, trapping you under it as you suck his cock.
It is big enough to stuff your mouth full. And it doesn't go soft. You suck and you suck and you suck and he just isn't cumming. Any time you let up even the slightest you get rewarded with a very hard kick that causes you to bang your head against the desktop and the executive to pull his cock out of your mouth and slap your face hard with it before shoving it back in.
Eventually you are released back to your desk. The door behind you changes from time to time and the executive you are summoned to pleasure changes sometimes to. Some of them prefer blowjobs, some like to lie you down on their desk and fuck you while they stare at your breasts and pregnant belly. Some of them make you use your feet on their cocks, some your hands. By the time you've cycled through them a few times you've brought a man off in almost every conceivable way. Some even make you dance, which is nearly impossible in your shoes and your pregnant body, which is almost certainly why they love watching you try to do it.
None of them ever learn your name. You see some of the other executive girls from time to time but they never help. None of them are nearly as pregnant as you are and they seem to feel superior to you because of it. Most of them aren't forced to constantly suggestively suck a lollipop or have their hair in pigtails either. It looks like you've been paired with the men who have a fetish for both the innocent little girl look and pregnant women. And there are quite a lot of them.
You resist all you can but the more you do the more the men seem to enjoy it. You mince in seven inch heels, a tiny skirt, a tiny top, a hugely pregnant stomach, and a lollipop and pigtails for the rest of eternity, serving the needs of the dirtiest of the dirty old men. This is your fate.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingESextoy = "yes">>You beg Sir Dirk not to take you down there. You've been really horrible to the stable hands here. You berated them for feeding your horse the wrong hay, threatened to have their hands chopped off for touching you on the way down from your carriage, and kicked them when they bent over to check your horse's shoes. You don't want them to have access to you like this!
Sir Dirk pats you on the head condescendingly and shoves you in front of him, laughing as milk dribbles from your tits due to how hard he shoved you. You spend the trip rushing to stay a few steps ahead of him, every time he's within arm's reach you end up shoved into a wall or otherwise abused.
You finally reach the stables. You see a dark haired, bronze skinned young man there. He takes one look at you and bursts out laughing. "She actually did it." He shakes his head in amazement.
Sir Dirk tell him his orders. "Test the milk. You got it." He says with a laugh, "Get the cow up here." He pats a table. "On all fours, cow." He says glaring at you.
You tremble as you climb up, your stretchy lilac and silver pants hugging your backside tightly and your blonde curls cascading around your face as you get on all fours.
You feel thick manacles being locked around your knees. "Sometimes the young cows get jittery." The stable hand explains to Sir Dirk as if you aren't there. "This one looks especially cowardly." He flicks your nipple making you squeal and try to cover them. "Hold down her hooves." He says with a laugh. Sir Dirk grabs your hands and holds them down on the table.
The stable hand puts small bucket under you and grabs each of your breasts and starts milking roughly. You squirm and struggle but you're being held too tightly and, gods, the relief of pressure in your breasts and the sensitive skin being handled like this makes you feel really, really good. Your little cock starts to get hard.
"Our little cow wants to breed." Sir Dick says, flicking your cock making you sob from the pain of it, confused as it is mixed with the pleasure of being milked.
"Ha, she's not ready to take a bull yet. Maybe next time." The stable boy laughs. He can't be serious. There's no way. He can't be!
After a few more tugs he stops milking you. You let out a disappointed whimper as there is still quite a bit of pressure there. The stable hand ignores you as he samples the milk. "Not bad at all, I'd say it's fine for the baby. Very rich." He nods. You whimper again as the pressure begins to grow.
"I think the cow wants to be milked more." Sir Dirk says.
"Well, you're free to taste it, go ahead." The stable hand says, backing off and grinning.
[[Uh oh|Aquarius11]]Sir Dirk smiles at you. "Now be a good cow and I'll milk you okay?" He says. You nod, blushing like mad. "What do good cows do?" You blink. You have no idea what he's talking about. "Good little cows moo." He says smiling. "Moo little cow."
He can't be serious. You give him a pleading look. "Moo or you don't get milked." He says firmly, giving you ass a strong smack. You wince and close your eyes and try to gather the willpower to do what he wants. "Moo." You say quietly.
"Louder." He says, smacking your ass again.
"MOOOOO!" You scream in frustration.
"Good. Keep it up." He says as he raises your wrists above your head, forcing you into a kneeling position, raising your chest up. He latches onto your left nipple and starts sucking hard.
"MOOOOOOO!" You scream in shock at how good that feels and start wiggling, your little cock rock hard now. "MOO! MOO!" You repeat quickly to encourage him.
"You're learning, good cow." Sir Dirk says as he moves to the other one and repeats his wonderful sucking. You can't believe he's making you feel this good! Wide eyed with wonder you press your body into his as he kneads your ass with his free hand between moving it to your other tit and playing with it as he sucks you until the pressure is relieved. Your eyes are fluttering and your heart racing when he finally stops.
"Okay, you've been taste tested. Let's get you back upstairs." The stable hand lets you loose and Sir Dirk shoves you back up.
[[Serve drinks for real now|Aquarius12]]It's hard to concentrate with a big cock up your ass and two hands on your tits jiggling them and an asshole angel slamming your little cockhead into a desk over and over, but you manage to activate your suit. It starts to cover you again and Stone swears and pulls out just in time to avoid having his cock very uncomfortably pinched.
<<if $jug2 eq "guns">>You roll over on the desk and point one of your massive guns at him. "Back off!" You snap, and fire a warning shot in the air. He raises his hands and backs away, glaring at you as you hear shouts outside.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>You let a burst of flame surround your suit, causing him to back even further away, glaring daggers at you as the sprinklers go off. <<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>You deftly flip about, the pain in your ass going away quickly due to your perfect body control you flip on the opposite side of the desk and turn it over, forcing him away from you. He seems rather unhappy with the amount of noise that made.<<endif>>
Not surprisingly, the door is flung open soon and a few seraphs that were training nearby rush to see if you are both okay.
"What happened?" One asks.
"Well we were just talking..." Stone begins.
"Yes, and then my suit must have malfunctioned." You say sweetly.
"Oh Maker, not again." The Seraphs shake their heads. "I guess the sixth time isn't the charm." Another mutters, they don't seem very surprised.
You walk out of the room as the Seraphs start straightening things up, feeling much better now that you're out of that situation.
You don't get more than a few steps before you are practically swarmed with chubby lab geeks, all of whom are nearly spastic with outrage and sorrow.
"IT CAN'T BE NOT WORKING RIGHT!" One screams. "IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE PERFECT YOU HAVE TO COME WITH US RIGHT MEOW!" He grabs your arm and starts tugging you back to the lab your suit was built in.
"NO! NO! SHE'S GOING TO GO INTO MELTDOWN, JETTISON HER INTO A STAR RIGHT AWAY!" Another screams, grabbing your hand and pulling you in the opposite direction.
Out of hands, a third one gets behind you, plants himself, puts both of his hands on your ass and starts shoving you the same direction the first one wants you to go. "SALVAGE THE PARTS BEFORE IT COMMITS SEPPEKU!!" He screams frantically.
Well, good to know the people who built the incredibly powerful device that is currently fused to your skin are so stable.
[[Calm them Down|Juggslabvacation]]"All right!" The man says, thrilled. He parks the car near the servant's entrance and tells you to follow him. He leads you up the stairs and you see the most extravagant mansion you could imagine. There are passages between the walls that the servants move through to allow the guests and rich folks who live here to ignore their existence, how quaint.
As he leads you through them you take the time to look through the spyholes the servants use to see where they are needed. You notice a lot of very lavish bedrooms, and one dressing room that contains several masquerade style masks. <<if $copvisit eq "thomas">>You spot several that match the masks you saw in the photographs at the police station. Some of the backgrounds appear very similar as well. This is definitely the place.<<endif>>
"Your boss must get up to some wild parties." You say.
"Sister you have no idea." The man says, telling you everything you need to know. "Alright. Get in there, put on one of the outfits then meet me in the third bedroom."
Charming. But you bet he knows how to treat a girl. Oh, why not? You step into the dressing room and see some of the shortest, skimpiest french maid outfits you've ever set eyes on.
You strip down and pull on the lacy black thong and fishnets with a matching lacy black half-bodice. It lifts your breasts nicely and you give your shoulders a little wiggle in the mirror and watch them shake. Very nice. The skirt is about a foot long at most and sticks out thanks to the poofy, very short petticoat. The top covers the lower half of your breasts and your ribcage and not much else. Smiling at how sexy you look, you slip on a long blonde wig and fix your makeup while you're at it.
You take in your reflection, impressed. If this is what the cleaning staff look like, the owner of this house is definitely your target.
You step out into the servants passage and wiggle your way back to the third bedroom.
[[Have some french maid fun|G2fmfun]]You wake up in the Pit, the familiar charnel stench and hellish landscape assaulting your malformed eyes. You are once again a lemure.
Your recent experiences have left you much more comfortable with the idea of being a hideous beast, provided it means you don't end up back in Malleguarde's world again. You don't feel any need to shriek at your appearance this time around.
<<if $malbad eq "forest">>You are greatly bothered by the fact that the pretty sorceress couldn't even let you live in the woods though. You'll show those pretties. You'll show them all!<<endif>><<if $malbad eq "orcs">>You are fuming about how the orcs said you weren't pretty enough to obey. How could they have such shallow standards? Do pretty ones really get such special treatment. You gnash where your teeth should be as you think of how to get revenge on all the pretty things out there<<endif>><<if $malbad eq "mirror">>Although you were hoping the spirit in the mirror would spawn near you and you could really pay it back for all those agonizing days alone, you aren't so lucky. You are left to take your revenge out on the lemures around you.<<endif>><<if $malbad eq "ogre">>You are actually somewhat thankful to not be pretty, at least for awhile. There are things here much worse than ogres, and what that ogre did to you is something you'll be trying to forget the rest of your existence.<<endif>><<if $malbad eq "witch">>You are fuming at the memory of the captain saying you were neither deadly nor beautiful. You will show them. If their souls were in the pit you'd show them personally, but they aren't available. You'll have to make do with the lemures around you.<<endif>>
[[Get Revenge by Fucking Everything that Moves.|Lust]]
[[Get Revenge by Killing All the Things!|Wrath]]
[[Screw it, Give up|EndingSloth]]You stand and stretch<<if $succlothes eq "toga">> giving Matthias quite the view of your scantily clad body<<endif>>. You don't see Matthias eyeing you in a sexual way at all. Still, in for a penny in for a pound. You walk to him and look him up and down and loudly state. "You are well met, Matthias of Lux, but I am from a land where men speak with our muscles. Should your 'Maker' truly bless you will be able to pin me. Only then will I hear your words."
Matthias looks askance, a mix of confused and challenged. "Well Sir," he says, puffing up his chest in a rather sexy way, "I'll have you know I am not of Lux but have come here from Pendora, and it may not be as great as this city but we do not grow up weak there!"
The next thing you know he is removing his robe and readying himself for a match. You see his body is rather nicely muscled, and tanned except for an area around his crotch, which remains covered with a simple loincloth. It looks like the farmboys in Pendora work nearly naked.
<<if $succlothes eq "habit">>You decide why not match him? You slip the white habit off over your head, revealing your own lithe body. You aren't nearly as bulky as he is, but you are in just as good of shape. He seems a little thrown off by the fact that you have a hairless cock and balls and nothing over them, but he shakes his head and glares you in the eye.<<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "toga">>There's little point in removing your skimpy toga, but you slide the strap off of your one shoulder so that your chest is bare. You don't have nearly the muscles that Matthias does, but you are in very good shape. The skirt of the toga flaps around your pelvis, teasing at your crotch.<<endif>>
[[Wrestle Fairly|SLDX1BoyGetFucked]]
[[Cheat|SLDX1BoyFuck]]
<<set $sld = $sld -1>>You smile at the poor thing. "I pity you." You say loudly enough for the crowd to hear. "You dedicate yourself to inflicting misery on others. You've made yourself so dull and laughable. So I am going to give you a gift. The gift of being my pleasure slave." Laughter spreads through your ranks as you roll the angel onto this back. "Try to keep up." You admonish him, giving him a kick before you straddle him.
His cock is large, almost all angel's cocks are it seems, and it feels rather nice inside of you. You hold him down as you start to ride it. "No! NO!" He screams, horrified at fucking a demon and being used as a boy toy.
He writhes under you, it just turns you on more. He begs you stop, that REALLY turns you on. He threatens, he pleads, he stays hard. You ride yourself to several fun orgasms before he finally gives up. In an instant he is suddenly gone. The poor thing chose to fade to oblivion rather than enjoy himself for a few more moments. You scoff and shake your head, good riddance. He was barely ever alive in the first place.
You turn to the King of Anwar-Kull. He is staring at you, horrified, terrified, in awe. He shakes as he drops to one knee. His soldiers rapidly follow suit. Most of the Anwar on the crowd were already kneeling.<<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>
You approach the king and take his crown. You smile and toss it to Grom. The barbarian looks stunned to have it. "Did I not promise you this?" You smile at him. He lets out a triumphant howl that the rest of your followers new and old are soon echoing.<<endif>>
You make your way into the city. Your followers are given the same instructions as before. Those who convert are welcomed into your flock. Most do, readily.
"<<print $dname>>! <<print $dname>>!" You hear as you approach the Ziggurat.
[[Take the Crystal|DLDWin]]You take Gabby to a car a few down from yours and help her get settled in. She continues to be friendly and flirty with you.
<<if $tbonus eq "wife">>[[Take a subservient role|GabbyBitch]]<<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "heartbreaker">>[[Seduce her|GabbyHeart]]<<endif>>
[[Go for a Romantic Relationship|Gabby4eva]]
[[Relationship? I just want a fuckbuddy|Gabbywbenefits]]Julia reaches for the chair and side table and pulls at the air in front of them. As she does so they seem to collapse into her hands, shrinking as they do until there is nothing there. She then lifts her hands up as if placing the items inside an invisible drawer, removes another item and shoves her hand forward. As she does so a rather comfortable bed with white satin sheets and many soft, fluffy pillows with a lace trim emerges into the middle of the room.
"You don't need those anymore." She waves her hand and your clothes vanish. You glance down at your beautiful cock and manly body and smile happily, feeling much better to be back in your true sex.
You flop down in the bed, marveling at how luxurious it feels as Julia talks.
"I was prepared for a male subject but when you arrived with tits and high heels I thought you were female. I suppose I should know better than to assume when it comes to devils."
"A demonic man could be useful to me, even if he is cursed. In fact I think I know [[just the job for you|DevilBoy]]."You follow Mike and his gang. They are going out to a sleazy dance club. From the decor it seems like the sort of place where clothing is optional for the women. It's windows are curtained and you can't watch from the outside. You walk to the entrance and the bouncer holds up a hand. "Not dressed like that, toots." He says dismissively.
Just as well. What you have planned requires a more glamorous look. You return to your apartment and look for something appropriate for such a place. You find a very short red sequined dress and matching pair of heels and a purse that goes with it. You take the gun you got from Sergeant Thomas and slip it into the purse. You do your makeup heavy and suggestive. You iron your hair out straight and let it hang over your face to create a mysterious look. Satisfied, you return to the club.
The rain is just starting to fall as your heels clicking on the pavement alert the bouncer to your approach. You pull out a cigarette and he lights it for you automatically, and you step inside. No words. When you look like you do, you don't need them.
You see Mike and his boys the moment you step in. They are making a lot of noise but the hot jazz band is louder. There are girls in various stages of undressed trying to get the attention of Mike and his gang as they are handing out the most cash by far. A lot of it seems to be coming out of the suitcase the rich man gave him. Blood money.
You sit at a bar where Mike has a clear line of sight at you. You order the stiffest drink they have and make sure that he sees you down it in one gulp. His bleary eyes lock on your focused ones and he's intrigued. You brush off yet another clumsy loser asking what a dame like you is doing in a dump like this and blow a smoke ring in Mike's direction.
Then you turn and slowly walk out. You don't look back. You know he's going to follow you. You step out a side door into the alley and your heels click on the uneven pavement as the light rain falls around you.
"Hey." You hear Mike's voice behind you. Just his footsteps. He brushed off his goons. He may need them around to run his drugs, he may need to have a half dozen guns with him to kill an unarmed whore, but he'd follow a girl like you into the rain and the dark by himself. He's just dumb enough for that.
You turn around as he comes up to you. "Hey angel." He says with an almost nervous look on his face. "I..." He then feels the gun in his ribs and glances down at it.
The rain starts to fall harder. He's babbling and begging and threatening. You think of Ashley's body lying on the ground, you think of Mike and his men laughing over murdered girls.
You give him the hard goodbye.
His hands clutch out at you as he falls but they don't find anything to grab onto as he crashes onto the wet pavement. China Mike, butcher of Oakgrove, is down for the dirt nap.
[[Denouement]]You dream of swimming. Swaying your tail as you maneuver deep below the waves. Your huge jaws open and crash shut on hapless fish and snakes. You lurk in the depths happily, a primitive reptile, the top of his food chain.
When you wake up something is different. You flick your tongue out to sniff the air and it smells like dry flesh. You stand up and see your bed is covered with skin flakes and black feathers, when you stand to move you feel your lover's lizard cock slide out a little, and take the opportunity to remove it.
You are no longer pregnant looking, much to your relief. As you stalk into the bathroom the first thing you can think of is a shower. Mmmm warm water. It feels so invigorating and relaxing. You let it run over your taut frame and your muscles. You were always built as an athlete, now you look more like a true swimmer. As you scrub yourself your skin finishes the process of flaking away, revealing bright green scales underneath. What little remained of your wings is also completely gone, leaving your back bare. It is such a relief to have that itchy mammal skin and awful avian feathers gone. Your tail is still short, but growing quickly. Your feet are clawed and spread like a lizards.
When you step out of the shower you see your eyes are yellow with vertical slits and your nose has retreated to be almost flat against your face. Your teeth are sharp and predatory. Your hair, curiously remains the same, you pull it back into a simple ponytail and then pull your tuxedo back on. It still fits, other than the need to make a hole for your tail. You are just finishing this process when Unklangor comes in.
"Oh wow." He says. "I guess my seed did some work after all huh. Maybe next time I can actually put an egg in you!" He slaps your ass and grabs your tail happily, pulling you over to him.
[[Resist his advances|Lizardbusiness]]
[[Be playful|Lizardplay]]
<<set $spybody = "reptile">>You swim about in the shallow water the woman orders the men about and they appear to be lugging a large treasure chest inland to bury it. You couldn't really care less about land-dweller treasure, but this woman, oh you care very much about her.
She walks away from the men to take a break and you start to sing your song. Just loud enough that she can hear you. She shields her eyes with her hat and looks for what could be singing such a wonderful song. You keep singing as she walks down the beach to you.
She stops only to take off her boots and wade into the surf. You swim up to her, still singing and she stare at you enthralled. You gently lower her to the ground so that she is sitting where the tide washes up over her and lie down between her legs.
She lifts her skirt. Apparently pirate captains go commando. You don't need a second invitation and start licking. She is every bit as delicious as she smells. She is talking, you can't understand her words but she is very encouraging as her smooth legs squeeze about your sea green hair and pull you in more.
She gasps and squirms and moans happily as you tongue her clit. You lift your webbed hand and retract your claws to finger her. She is very ready for you. Mmmm she tastes so good! This is your favorite meal, and the main course is coming up soon you can tell. You slip another finger in and she seems to really enjoy the feeling of your fingers and tongue and soon she is screaming for joy. She squirts in your mouth, which is wide open and ready for it. Mmmmmmm. So good.
Suddenly she is jerked away from you. You look up and see the male pirates have come running to her help! They must have misinterpreted her screams. They have swords out! Yikes! You quickly dash back into the sea and swim away as the pink-haired pirate woman screams at you, you can only assume to come back.
A few minutes later your circle back and follow the small boat as the men row it out to a larger ship anchored off shore. You smile as you decide to follow this boat and its pink-haired captain around. You aren't done with her yet. Not even close!
As the mermaid savors the future encounters, your soul slips from this body and [[returns to Limbo|Zodiac]]You are on a knee before a monarch. She glares down at you as the white silk and silver filigree of her dress hang deathly still. Your words to her are honeyed threats and silken daggers, your kneeling before her is more of a mockery than a sign of respect. She makes fists of her hands over the expensive velvet that lines her throne. She wants to hurt you. She's afraid. The feeling is an aphrodisiac.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]With a herculean effort you throw the sword off the edge of the plateau you stand in and back into the Pit that you crawled out of. You know most of the creatures down there will not be able to lift it due to the power it already holds. You hope that it will starve for lack of souls worthy to feed on. You sigh deeply as its influence leaves you, and with luck it will starve among the weak lemures, or find itself the thrall of something more powerful.
In any case you can think for yourself again.
[[Continue my Voyage|SoloWrath]]
<<set $wrathsword = "pit">><h1><center>The Good Witch </center></h1>You close your eyes and take a deep breath, dispelling the greed and finally putting an end to your draconic spells. You were just meaning to scare them after all, not actually alter yourself. Your open your eyes and smile at the guards. "Bring me Tiffany." You say sweetly.
"NO!" The guard captain yells. Apparently they are much more willing to put their lives on the line for her than they were for her parents.
"I don't mean to harm her." You say assuringly.
A few moments later Tiffany is brought forward. She looks at you carefully, she is obviously afraid but doing a very good job not showing it. "If you want me to join my parents I won't go as easily." She says, her voice shaking slightly.
"Not at all. I just wanted to be the first to congratulate the new Queen." You say, with a bit of a curtsy. "I do not blame you for the sins of your parents, provided you will give me the same courtesy."
The guards glance at Tiffany, obviously hoping she does not. She thinks for a few moments. "Are they in pain?" She asks.
You smile at that. "Silly girl they're dead. You cannot live as stone."
She seems almost relieved. "Well, then I suppose that's settled." There is a slight pause. "I believe you were invited for dinner." She says, no trace of her old uneasiness anymore. "Will you stay?"
You shake your head. "I believe I have had my celebration." You curtsy to the new Queen once more, then with a wave of your hands vanish in a flash of green smoke.
You mostly stay in your tower, although you have more frequent visitors. Tiffany becomes a very competent Queen and the land that borders your forest becomes quite prosperous. In time your isolationist sorceress stance softens and you and Tiffany become very good friends and allies. You stand with her soldiers against enemy armies and help her people recover from natural disasters. Despite your best efforts, the people love you more than they fear you. When the clone body finally does pass on you decide not to go through another afterlife. You are remembered as a benevolent sorceress and true friend of the realm.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingGoodWitch = "yes">>You take a deep breath and decide to just grin and bear it. What were you really expecting. You <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>push the curtains aside and the stage trembles under the weight of your guns as you trod out, you stop with a hip cocked to the incredulous stares of the crowd.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>kick on your air boosters and float gracefully through the curtain opening, twirl about in midair and land gracefully. <<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>strut out with a precision most catwalk models would envy, cocking your hips and striking several different poses.<<endif>>
There is silence for a moment that is then broken by a somewhat muted applause as the men are staring at you with a mixture of contempt and lust.
"But it's not just the way she moves boys," the lab geek says, sounding more like a carnival barker than a scientist. "She's packing <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>enough firepower to level a skyscraper. Show 'em Lacy!<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>state of the art elemental boosters that will give your unit a huge edge! Show 'em Bambi!<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>state of the art microprocessors that will make her a living weapon. Show 'em what you got, Bouncy!<<endif>>
<<if $jug2 eq "guns">>You concentrate and hold up your arm as a rather large cannon forms itself from the various moving pieces of your powersuit. Mutters of appreciation at the size of it come from the crowd. You turn your cannon towards the empty sky where an iron model of a demon has been assembled and shoot your gigantic gun at it. The blast smashes into the statue and blows it to bits. The crowd cheers!<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>On cue, the geeks release a swarm of wasp like robots blasting lasers and dropping grenades at you. You take to the skies instantly, leading them through loop de loops and corkscrew maneuvers that make the audience gasp in appreciation. You trick the robots into smashing into each other, maneuver so they blow themselves to bits, and then unleash lightning bolts from your hands and fry them to a state of inaction before you lightly land on the stage and curtsy. The crowd applauds loudly.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>On cue, four secret doors on the stage open and deadly combat droids from the lab turn on you. They have chainsaws for arms and flamethrowers for mouths and don't waste any time trying to execute their program to kill you. You flip between them, dodging their blows perfectly and apply just the right amount of pressure to their joints and machine parts, making them fall apart as you roll past them. After going through the gauntlet twice you stand tall and strike another pose as the robots behind you fall to pieces. There is a lot of appreciation from the crowd for that show, although some of the comments they yell at you have more to do with where you're invited to bounce around like that next and less to do with how impressive it was. Still, they seem happy now.<<endif>>
Captain Stone takes the stage at this point to a roar of applause. You didn't realize he was so popular. "Alright fellas that's enough," he waves off the ovation. "I just wanted to come out here and thank the Science division for their continued supplies, we couldn't do it without 'em." He doesn't pause for applause, he knows there won't be any, he's just paying lip service. "And of course our newest weapon here." He puts a hand on your shoulder.
"But I wanted you all to get to know <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Lacy<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Bambi<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>Bouncy<<endif>> a little better." You wince as he says that name again but maintain your pose.
"Now <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Lacy<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Bambi<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>Bouncy<<endif>>," he says, "You can lose the mask sweetie they won't bite." You let your mask pull back and there are some hoots of approval as your pretty face is shown to the crowd. "I just want to ask you a few questions so the boys can get to know you better." Stone continues. You almost turn red at some of the suggestions for questions from the crowd.
"Haha, no Thomas she wasn't there last week, she's been in training. And no Uriel she won't take your VIP card, her contract with //Nirvana// is up so she won't be giving lap dances for free anymore. Isn't that right Miss <<if $jug3 eq "green">>Champagne<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "blue">>Cookies<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "white">>Glitter<<endif>>?"
You look up flirtatiously at him, just as choreographed and say in your most ditzy voice. "That's right Captain Stone, I'll only be providing my services to the boys that //really// earn it." You grin and wiggle your hips back and forth to the stunned crowd.
"That's right you heard it. <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>She'll be blowing more than the smoke off her guns if you fellows really serve the Maker out there.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>If you really want to see this girl move you know what you gotta do.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>If you want to find out how precise her control is and all that it will let you experience, fight like a bloody hero and you'll find out.<<endif>>"
He glances at you with another leer. "Better than extra rations eh boys?" This is met with a loud cheer of agreement. "Now fall in let's get ready to move out!"
You wave at them just as planned and the curtains come down around you all. You drop the ditzy smile and turn on the geeks. "<<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Lacy<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Bambi<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>Bouncy<<endif>> <<if $jug3 eq "green">>Champagne<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "blue">>Cookies<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "white">>Glitter<<endif>>?!?!?" You stammer, glaring at them. "Dumbest stripper you could find?!?!?? I'm going to break you nerds in half when I get back." Still fuming you turn and walk off with Captain Stone who shoots them a mocking look of disapproval and grins as he puts his arm around your waist and lead you out of there.
[[I'm Already Transformed, Time to Roll Out!|Juggtrophyrollout]]
<<set $jug4 = "gg">>"Betsy Stardust. Betsy Stardust!" The man barks and you hop to your heels and scurry in. You enter a spacious office with a large window overlooking the lot and see a man wearing a frameless monocle smoking a cigar behind a desk. He's wearing a white suit and looks very busy.
"Betsy Stardust." The man who called your name says, handing the man in the white suit your resume and headshots.
"Nice, nice." The man says. You know this isn't Stevenson, but he may be your gateway to him. You look to your left and see what has to be one of the leading men. He's tall, muscular and handsome with a pencil moustache. He's wearing an Air Force uniform that is obviously from wardrobe and doesn't quite fit him right.
"Okay Betsy, you're up. Show me what you got." The man leans back in the chair and watches you. The man who called your name out reads you in.
"You are Zelqar, Princess of the Alien Shemonites. The rocket USS Deep Exploration has crashed on your homeworld and Airman Steven Plowman has been brought to your throne room. You are intrigued by his masculinity and want to learn of earth men. Go!"
Sounds like a blockbuster in the making. You take a deep breath and demonstrate that you're [[willing to go above and beyond.|G3Audition2]]The first walled city you come across is practically undefended. All of the men who were willing to fight you have already died or surrendered. The city opens it's gates to you and seems shocked when your forces don't go on a murderous rampage.
<<if $firstlaw eq "love">>"There is room for all in the worship of <<print $dname>>." You say to the gathered Anwar. "Come, join with the Stedt and the Marku, learn of the ways of those who follow me." You smile invitingly, disarming the reservations of the Anwar.
That evening there is a great feast and celebration. There are many Anwar who need comforting after learning of their men's fate, something that your followers are quick to see to.<<endif>><<if $firstlaw eq "merit">>"My faith does not discriminate." You explain to the Anwar, and remind the Stedt and Marku. "I deserve the very best to worship me, and you all have the potential to be the best. Will you rise to your true potential?"
The Anwar hesitantly accept your offer. Over the next few days they trade knowledge and learning with the Stedt and Marku in your forces and you find the power of your followers growing as a result of it.<<endif>>
You learn many things about the Maker's law. It seems his laws are mostly universal. The Anwar live under a strict moral code that forbids any sort of sex other than between man and woman. The society is male dominated by order of the Maker's priests, and any who deviate from these strict social guidelines are shunned. You notice that the Anwar who did not wish to live in a male-dominated, heterocentric state seem especially happy that you are in charge now.
Over the next few days you gain many new followers and your ranks swell.
[[March down the river|CAC2]]As the days go by you slowly tip things in the Lord's favor. You spend more time with him, complimenting him and undoing any slights to his ego that the Lady uses to maintain her power. Soon you are hunting in the forests with him and spending time in meditations and other elven traditions that his human bride might not understand.
The next time you make love the two of you enjoy her together, your cocks alternating between her mouth, pussy, and ass, fucking her to the point that her attempts at dominance are easily stifled. Not that she much minds. A few more sessions like that and she practically throws in the towel, letting you and the Lord make the decisions, waiting obediently for you when you return from hunting trips, and dancing sensually for either of you at your whim.
Your ruffled shirts disguise your breasts and your leather pants may hug your ass tightly but, then again so do his. You may be the prettier King but there are decidedly two Kings in this tower, two Kings who spend a lot of time with their concubine.
It's an excellent life. Far away from the cosmic contest between the light and the darkness that you long ago chose to ignore, you have found eternal happiness.
[[Yes, I have, thank you very much.|Nirvana]]
...Or have you?
[[Mmmm not yet. First let's Try Aiding the Lady and Dominating the Lord|TowerLaD]]
[[No, not done, let's step it up and Dominate Both of Them!|TowerBD]]
[[What? No it's my turn to get Dominated!|TowerBS]]The first walled city you come across is practically undefended. All of the men who were willing to fight you have already died or surrendered. The city opens it's gates to you and seems shocked when your forces don't go on a murderous rampage.
<<if $firstlaw eq "love">>"There is room for all in the worship of <<print $dname>>." You say to the gathered Anwar. "Come, join with the Stedt and the Marku, learn of the ways of those who follow me." You smile invitingly, disarming the reservations of the Anwar.
That evening there is a great feast and celebration. There are many Anwar women who need comforting after learning of their men's fate, something that your followers are quick to see to.<<endif>><<if $firstlaw eq "merit">>"My faith does not discriminate." You explain to the Anwar, and remind the Stedt and Marku. "I deserve the very best to worship me, and you all have the potential to be the best. Will you rise to your true potential?"
The Anwar hesitantly accept your offer. Over the next few days they trade knowledge and learning with the Stedt and Marku in your forces and you find the power of your followers growing as a result of it.<<endif>><<if $firstlaw eq "fear">>"You will not be harmed." You say. "Except at my command. My warriors kill who I instruct them to and nobody else, or they feel my wrath. It will be the same for you if you join me."
The Anwar are hesitant. They cling to their faith stubbornly. You grant those insistent on serving the Maker an early audience with him. Axes fall and knives plunge into guts as the loyal Anwar are executed. This display convinces the remaining ones to join you.
You give your troops run of the city, order them not to hurt anyone who is strong enough to serve you, and go to rest.<<endif>>
You learn many things about the Maker's law. It seems his laws are mostly universal. The Anwar live under a strict moral code that forbids any sort of sex other than between man and woman. The society is male dominated by order of the Maker's priests, and any who deviate from these strict social guidelines are shunned. You notice that the Anwar who did not wish to live in a male-dominated, heterocentric state seem especially happy that you are in charge now.
Over the next few days you gain many new followers and your ranks swell.
[[March down the river|AC2]]You turn back to the bedroom to look at your options.
<<if $malbed eq "notdone">>[[Lie in the Bed|MalleBed]]<<endif>>
<<if $malvanity eq "notdone">>[[Sit at the Vanity Table|MalleVanity]]<<endif>>
<<if $malcloset eq "notdone">>[[Look Through the Closet|MalleCloset]]<<endif>>
<<if $malcauldron eq "notdone">>[[Sample the Cauldron|MalleCauldron]]<<endif>>
[[Walk Out the Door|MalleDoor]]Your first patrol goes smoothly. Everyone is happy to see you as you project strength and confidence. You wear a pair of blue dress pants and a matching blouse with your badge pinned to it, comfortable running shoes and your hair pulled back. It isn't exactly a uniform but it's pretty close.
Your first few weeks you find yourself helping out more than doing anything law enforcement related. You pitch in to help turn difficult gears, pull rubble off of people from cave ins and push stuck carts out of cracks in the tile. You even coax a small kid's puppy dog out of a tight little corner it decided to hide in.
Just as you're about to start thinking all is well you are on patrol at night near what is called the Factory. The Factory is where those assigned to menial labor tasks gather and get dispatched by Dalton or one of his aides in the morning. People who don't have any skills in Engineering, Defense, Scavenging or Leadership go there.
As you round the corner to the passage the leads to the Factory you see a body slumped on the ground. It isn't unheard of for people to have a bit too much fun with home made chemicals and this wouldn't be the first one you've dragged home so you aren't terribly alarmed at first. Until you see the blood. It is pooled under here and still spreading. You rush forward and move her body face up and see that her throat has been cut from side to side. The blood flow has nearly stopped, she is dead, but her body is still warm.
You quickly are on your feet with your gun drawn, but a quick patrol of the area turns up nothing.
[[Call in Dagget|BDKB]]You are an incubus, a demon of unearthly delights and splendor. There is no way you are going to get ravaged by a dirty old priest who from the sounds of it doesn't need much more than a young man's ass dangling in front of him to get off. No, you are going to capture some more delicate prizes.
As you walk your body shifts again, muscles growing all over your body, but especially your arms. Your features look a little older now, not quite so baby faced, and your blonde hair hangs down to your shoulders in tight curls. Your clothing becomes a shining vest of scale mail, with bare arms and hands, and a matching set of scale male leggings with heavy boots. You catch your reflection in a mirror and smile a million watt smile. Between that and your arms, you are sure to make the ladies swoon.
You find the royal court easily enough after a brief stroll through the streets of this fine city. You introduce yourself as Sir Andronikos, a visiting knight from a country you make up on the spot. You are waved aside and offered lodging as is the custom of the times.
There is no shortage of ladies who offer to show you the way to your lodging. You pick two of your favorites and put an hand on both of their asses as they put theirs around your waist and head towards the guest chambers.
[[Get Freaky|KnightSex]]You open up the backpack. You smile as you see inside some candy, a fifth of vodka, a still in the package vibrator, and a large number of rolled joints. Apparently stress relief is pretty important in the after apocalypse.
You aren't particularly hungry or in the need for fun for so you zip the bag back up for later. You find a small mirror and hold it up and take yourself in.
You are a tanned skin woman with black hair. <<if $tbonus eq "wife">>You have a slightly chubby, almost maternal build complete with birthing hips and ample breasts. Your face is friendly and kind. <<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "heartbreaker">>You have a slender frame that supports curvy hips and large breasts. Your face is stunning with thick lips and expressive eyes. <<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "buffy">>You have an athletic figure with visible muscles even when you are relaxed. You have a pretty 'girl-next-door' type face.<<endif>>
You decide to change your clothes into something a bit more comfortable. Your options are pretty limited, but you decide to change into <<if $elfbonus eq "fighter">>a sportsbra and plain panties, a pair of short shorts, a tank top, and some heavy boots. You're figure there's no reason not to have freedom of movement and high potential for ass kicking.<<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "thief">>a fairly standard black bra and panty set, a comfortable pair of sneakers, some tight, dark jeans and a tight black top with a hood. You don't want any loose clothing getting you trapped in case sneaking and stealth are required.<<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "vamp">>a lacy green push up bra and matching lacy panties, a short, pleated jean skirt and a dark green, low cut tank top with spaghetti straps, and a pair of open toed stiletto heels. You figure there's no reason not to dress as sexy as possible and give the people here a few good reasons to like you.<<endif>>
You notice that your subway car came with some makeup and hair care products. <<if $gbonus eq "femmefatale">>You apply dark, smoky eyeshadow and eyeliner and a dark red lipstick. You comb out your long black hair and let it hang about your face in an inviting manner. You smile at your reflection, it will certainly draw the attention of everyone you meet. They will admire your sense of style if your beauty doesn't floor them.<<endif>><<if $gbonus eq "maid">>You decide to take advantage of your pretty smile and apply a pink lipgloss and a dark eyeliner. You comb out your hair into a pair of high pigtails that hang down to your shoulders. You smile at your cute look.<<endif>><<if $gbonus eq "hard">>You don't bother applying much makeup, just a little bit to draw out your natural strengths. You pull your hair back into a simple ponytail, just to get it out of your eyes. After all you're here to help, not win a beauty pageant.<<endif>>
[[Consider How to Volunteer Your Time|BioJobs]]You are walking slowly with a stranger who has rapidly become your best friend. You have powerful rifles in your hands. You are terrified, nervous, unsure of yourself.
A flash of light and a deafening sound. Your best friend's face is a reddish goo by the time you can glance their way. You lift your rifle and point it where the light came from. You aren't afraid anymore.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You go over what you need to do and what you've done so far.
<<if $stagevisit eq "no">>You haven't looked into the Hourglass yet. You still need to do that. [[Head to the Theatre|GumShoeHourGlass]]<<endif>><<if $stagevisit eq "yes">>You paid a visit to the Hourglass, the theater where Ashley was starring in //Romeo & Juliet//, and discovered that Ashley felt like someone was watching her, something very creepy if not outright supernatural. If something out of this world is responsible, your special talents may be required to track it down. If it's still around.<<endif>>
<<if $copsvisit eq "no">>It may be worth it find out what the cops know. You could pay your partner's friend Sergeant Thomas a visit down at [[the Local Precinct|GumShoePrecinct]]<<endif>><<if $copsvisit eq "thomas">>You visited Sergeant Thomas and talked to him cop to cop. He told you about how Ashley Morgan was involved as some sort of escort at a very rich party somewhere in town, but the judges blocked all of his attempts at searching the homes of well to do to find out which one. He gave you a gun to protect yourself with in case you go digging around dangerous people.<<endif>><<if $copsvisit eq "badgebunny">>You dolled yourself up and fucked some information out of the big strong Sergeant down at the precinct. Once you mentioned Ashley (although not by name) he got worried you'd end up like her, and he seems to think you'll end up like her if you take a job to work at a rich guy's party. He slipped you some heat so you'd have a vote in the matter. <<endif>>
<<if $jailvisit eq "no">> You still need to [[Head to the Jail to Visit Johnny|GumshoeJail]]<<endif>><<if $jailvisit eq "lawyer">>You visited the Trashman in the jail and found out his crooked lawyer tricked him into pleading guilty. Later you were able to discover his lawyer has ties to China Mike's enforcers. China Mike is the drug dealer whose gangsters control the Oakgrove area. Why would he care so much about pinning the crime on someone else if he wasn't responsible?<<endif>><<if $jailvisit eq "trashman">>You visited the Trashman in the jail and spoke to him about what happened. He told you that he got scared away from the area by some thugs who work for a drug dealer named China Mike. Sounds like they would have been the last people to see Ashley alive. Which puts the odds pretty good that they were the ones that killed her.<<endif>>
<<if $visits gte 3>>You've gathered all the information you can tonight, it's time to [[Get Some Sleep|GumshoeDayTwo]]<<endif>><h1><center>Singularity Apotheosis</center></h1>A green flash of light emerges from it. It passes over you harmlessly, but above you you hear angels and devils alike screaming as they are ripped from existence. The wave extends infinitely, as more of the cosmic creatures are forced to Fade the more power pours into the source and the more rapidly the wave consumes the cosmos, turning every divine creature it touches into more raw energy, an infinitely self-perpetuating end to the Cosmic.
It moves faster than light. In mere seconds reality is cleansed of the forces who considered themselves greater than mortals. You smile to yourself as you glance back down and see that the power source is glowing white hot.
All of the power of every cosmic being in existence. The Maker, the Adversary and everything in between. They're all gone. Their power is right in front of you.
You smile as you reach out to claim your prize.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingSingularityApotheosis = "yes">>This game is meant as a pure work of fiction. Nothing in this game should be emulated, ever, and the words of this game are in no way endorsing anything similar ever occurring in real life.
That being said, playing this game may expose you to some strange fetishes. Depending on your choices you may or may not see many of these. With that said, in order of general prevalence, you may be exposed to the following:
''BLASPHEMY''
Depictions of cosmic beings that may be taken as mockeries of religious figures. Just to be clear, none of the cosmic beings portrayed in this game are meant to be representations of any actual religious figure, merely inspired by them, but if people are sensitive to this point it might not make much difference.
''SEXISM''
Fictional settings that are horribly sexist (mainly against women) in both the traditional and oppositional sense of the word.
''OBJECTIFICATION''
The sexual objectification of pretty much everything, especially coupled with the Sexism warning.
''TRANSFORMATION''
Both willing and unwilling transformation of the protagonist and characters. This may include gender transformation, body part transformation, bimbofication, etc...
''NONCON/DUBCON''
Dubious-consensuality and non-consensual sex scenes that your character may find no choice but to participate in from either side.
''VIOLENCE''
You may experience horrific fantasy violence up to the point of genocide. May include detailed depictions of gore.
''SADOMASOCHISM''
You may find the main character enjoys receiving or inflicting pain, and that other characters may enjoy inflicting or receiving pain from the main character.
''INHUMAN ORGANISMS/FANTASY RACES/ALIENS''
Anthropomorphic or Inhuman creatures, bodyparts, and genitalia.
''CANNIBALISM''
The consumption of sentient beings by other sentient beings.
If you think being exposed to these triggers will hurt you in any way, please close your browser and don't risk it. :)
<<back>>You regain consciousness first. You stroke Julia's pretty hair and smile at her still sleeping face and think of what you could do next. You have some ideas. Oh you have many, many, ideas. You start to whisper them.
Julia wakes up and her face turns beet red as she blushes. And then it cools off as she starts to rub herself shamelessly. As you are describing how you could grow and split your tongue so it could find her spot precisely and then vibrate it while your other tongue laps at her clit she practically launches herself at you.
Once again you find yourself being tackled down to the bed, kissed passionately by the pretty sorceress whose passions are bursting forth like a dam that has been breached.
Her hands roam all over your fertile body, squeezing and caressing. The more that she touches the more uninhibited she becomes. And you find out how dark her desires really are.
Julia it seems, has always figured herself better than those around her. It has motivated her to learn magic, learn the faith, and maneuver politically to become the woman you met as you fled from the depths. But all the while she has been restraining her desires, what she truly wants, things that most mortals couldn't handle. But you can. You can oh so well.
The days fly by in an orgasmic haze of whippings, beatings, torturous devices being clamped to you, being teased to the point of orgasm and ordered not to cum, spending hours lapping at her pussy and asshole, making her gasp for joy over and over. The formerly repressed sorceress has gone off the deep end, and it is a beautiful thing to behold.
From time to time though, you can tell she feels guilty about how viciously she uses and abuses you, and how selfish she is when she manipulates the church and the crown to her advantage. This simply won't do.
You think of how wonderful of a devil Julia could be. She would have her own Fortress in Hell with your guidance and support. You just have to nudge her in that direction to make sure the Maker doesn't claim her.
Then again, if you can unleash these passions in just one of the clergy ... imagine what you might find lurking under the surface of the rest of them.
[[Encourage Her to Gain All the Power She Can, by Any Means Necessary|DevilGirls]]
[[Corrupt and Submit to as Many As You Can!|SubSucSlavea]]It does not take long for Anwar-Mesh to respond. The gates open and a convey of soldiers wearing glistening metal armor march out. At their center is a man who must be the king. He wears armor gilded with the finest gold engravings and he wields in his hand a scepter of finest craftsmanship. His long beard is carefully trimmed and he is every bit the picture of an ancient king.
An old man walks beside him, wearing humble robes. His aura positively glows with the Maker's power. You cannot see his featrues under his hood.
Behind him on the city walls the people of the great city are gathered. They sense that their future is about to be decided.
The soldiers part. You walk up to the King. He does not bow.
"Devil, you may not threaten my people..." The King begins. You cut him off.
"I do not threaten your people little King." You smile, "I merely threaten you." You speak softly, but your voice carries to the corners of the assembled people.
"You threaten my God." The king retorts.
"True." You smile menacingly. "And if you would side with him, there is no place for you in my land." Murmurs of agreement come from behind you.
"We shall always side with the Maker." The old man beside the king speaks, in a voice too strong for a man his age.
"And you may do that all you wish. Elsewhere." You say. "Stand aside."
"What is it your design?" The old man speaks.
Why lie? You point to the top of the ziggurat. "To smash that crystal and take it's power." You say simply.
"I cannot allow this." The old man steps forwards now, the king behind him apparently forgotten as the bearded ruler steps away. The soldiers with them back off too, giving the two of you space.
"In the name of the Most Holy Maker." The old man intones, standing up straight, "I will cast you back to the hell that spawned you." His hood falls off of his face, revealing a man with glowing eyes and darkly tattooed skin. A pair of wide feathered wings made of crystals spreads from his back and blue fire springs from his hands engulfing his fists.
Behind him, the king, soldiers, and assembled men and women gasp. Many of them kneel.
"Do your best, angel." You say with relaxed confidence as you relax your stance into a fighting posture. "I wouldn't want the storytellers to say this was too easy."
[[Fight!|Cangeldemonfight]]When you march to the next city with loyal Anwar amongst your ranks you find shockingly little resistance. Between the fact that you annihilated the army sent to stop you and the fact that their brethern have joined with you, this city is smart enough to not risk their lives to fight. A brief negotiation and the city surrenders outright to you. This pattern repeats itself as you march down the mighty river, bringing relief from the Maker's chains like the winter thaw washing away the sediment along the river's banks.
Anwar-Kull is final and greatest city along the river. It is the last place you find resistance.
The great walls that surround the city are taller than a man but even so the ziggurat in the city center rises high above it. Even from a distance you can see the light glistening off a fantastically large pure gem at the height of the ziggurat. You can sense the holy magic emanating from it. This is the source of the Maker's influence on this world. You lips curl as you realize you must smash it. Not only will that seal off the Maker, but it will give you the power you need to descend to your personal hell once again.
While many in your ranks are eager to burn the city to the ground and plunder it, you are not willing to sacrifice so many souls who can give you great power with their faith. This great city by itself has more people in it than a significant portion of all the land you have conquered thus far.
You reach the gates and stand proudly before them. You tell the guards to send word to Anwar-Mesh, that the great god <<print $dname>> has come to invite the king to kneel at his feet.
[[Wait for the Response|CAC3]]Your initially happy and rapid descent slows almost instantly as you stub your naked toe on the ground. "OWWW!" You proclaim and bring it to your mouth to suck on. Yes you can do that. Easily, it doesn't even strain you. You're very flexible.
As you suck your toe poutily you decide it would be better if you floated the rest of you way. You lift yourself off the ground with your magic and float down the mountainside like a happy balloon.
You stop when you see your next target. It is a group of primitives, all armed with spears and crouching low in the brittle sagebrush. They are approaching what looks like a small watering hole, where a few other primitives have made camp.
You land behind the armed men. "Hey guys, I'm..." you begin.
Before you can finish the sentence they turn on you and roar with surprise, charging at you with spears. "Die devil bitch!" One roars.
"Well that's just rude." You say, eyes widening in fury as you wave your hand at him. An arcing line of fire follows your fingers and then shoots out at all of them, burning them quickly and instantly to their deaths.
"I swear, some people." You mutter. "Oooh shoes." You are about to bend down to take some clothes from your victims when you hear happy cheers.
"You saved us! You saved us!" The people cheer happily. You see the other primitives who had been at the watering hole have come to thank you.
One of them especially catches your eye. She is about the same height as you, and her curves are if anything even more impressive. Nice big boobs, firmly bouncing as she runs up to you, very wide hips and a remarkably pretty face for growing up in a harsh volanic land with no concept of beauty. "Oh hi..." You begin, trailing off as she runs up and hugs you, praising you again for saving them.
"What? Oh, I mean." You straighten up, beaming. "Of course I did, because I am <<print $dname>>, here to save you all!" You strike a quasi-heroic pose as the people salute you.
The pretty girl waves happily. "Sally." She says, pointing to herself. "Come, come to the village, we will introduce you to Grom, our King! He will want to reward you!" She insists.
"Sure, just one second." You bend down and procure several long strips of animal skin from the clothing of the dead males. You magically wave off all of the lice and dirt, cleaning out the skins. You take a leopard spotted skin and wrap it around your chest tightly, a plain but darker, almost black leather skin and wrap it around your ass. You then singe away a lot of the material of the bigger feet coverings and create makeshift sandals.
You glance over yourself. "Alright, leopard print tube top, leather mini-skirt, sandals, I am //ready// for the carnival!" You say happily. Okay so your skirt isn't quite long enough to keep the tip of your cock from being visible as it flops about, so what?
"Uh...." The men and women glance at each other confused.
"I mean to meet your leader. Geez. Let's go, go, go." You wave them on and follow them.
[[Meet Grom, the Mountain King|PyraGrom]]You are standing in a green field, dark grey clouds blotting out the summer sun as rain falls heavily around you. You raise your arms out to your sides and let the rain douse you. You feel the many regrets of days past washing away.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You float in your ghostly form, following the drow as they slowly drag themselves down the tunnel. Only one goes back the way you all came, you gather from their conversation they realize the crown is long gone and are just sending one scout to verify that.
The drow men lead you through many twisting tunnels and eventually to a large underground city. Glowing fungus light up the caverns at various intervals and the spiders get bigger and bigger as you get closer.
Soon after they arrive the men are brought before a gorgeous dark elf woman. She is wearing a black dress with high slits up each leg, the bodice laced like a corset up her back and not hiding much of her ebony skin. She shouts insults at the men's competence and then with a flick of her wrist sets their blood to boiling. They fall down dead on the spot. She whirls and enters the largest structure in the city.
You follow her inside. Many rush to her with news, begging for mercy or blessings, or advice. You gather she is the high priestess. She seems to wield more power than even the queen of this city.
But you also sense she has not been in this job long, and your divine senses tell you why. The body of her rival and predecessor has not been in the ground long. In fact, this woman knows exactly how long because she is the one that killed her. Officially she has gone missing exploring another dimension. A dimension filled with nothing but flame thanks to this one's meddling in the transport spell.
The recent nature of the death though gives you an intriguing option. You could use the resurrection magics the Jelyni knows to regrow her body and put your soul in it. Of course you'd probably be stuck in it and have only one way out if things didn't go well.
[[Not worth the risk, send your soul back to Gloria|elfvampend]]
[[Assume the form of the Matriarch|EndingTangledWeb]]You emerge from the man's tent, after the long time it takes to clean yourself up, and head for the loudest building you can find. As you walk in you can instantly tell it has been made into a makeshift tavern. Beer flows from full wooden kegs, hard spirits that probably have a good chance of making the drinker go blind are pulled from behind various bars, and the air is heavy with smoke from dozens of different plants being smoked in pipes and hookahs and cigars around the room.
You don't even have time to scan the room before your hand is roughly grabbed and you are pulled into the lap of a marauder who looks like he's survived more than a few campaigns based on the way his face is nearly split from scars.
You giggle at him to encourage him, but he doesn't need it. He starts kissing you with his scarred lips and fondling your big tits, which you pull the strings to give into his hands. His discovery of your milkiness prompts a shout of excitement as he tells the other men as his table to check out what he's found. They all laugh and soon your tits are being tugged and twisted mercilessly. It feels divine.
You are moved in the man's lap so that you are straddling him, facing away from him towards the table as he tells you to ride his cock. You are happy to oblige. His friends amuse themselves by throwing beer on your tits and squeezing your milk into their glasses. They aren't going to feel good in the morning after mixing grog and milk but you aren't going to point that out.
You are bounced from man to man around the table, drawing quite a crowd as your insatible sexual appetite, amusing milky tits, and outrageously sexy body draw the attention of most of the men in the club. The other bar whores feel compelled to step their game up, and soon the entire scene is one long orgy.
You settle into a lovely routine of being milked all day, being fucked and milked all night, and not gathering one lick of useful information.
[[Oops|EndofWetNurseFun]]Reginald Stevenson was arrested on several counts of producing pornography and involvement with drug trafficking. While there wasn't enough evidence to tie him personally to any murder, Thomas and Bower are both satisfied that the man who called the shot that killed Ashley is going to spend quite a lot of time in prison.
But as they celebrate you can't help but feel there are a few holes in the story. Some of the witnesses that are rounded up talk about another rich old man that was present at the party where Ashley was involved, and how the order to kill her only came after Ashley and that man had sex, but the cops put it down to the drugs being used by the witnesses and the lack of a clear identity.
And then there is the disturbing fact that a large portion of the film that was discovered "accidentally" caught on fire and was never able to be viewed. Something about that seems awfully fishy to you.
On top of that, this isn't enough to get the Trashman off the hook either. He gets fried right on schedule, protesting his innocence to the end. You're well aware he's speaking the truth but you can't do anything about it. After all, the question of who actually killed Ashley Morgan remains unanswered.
On the plus side, there is enough evidence of who it was that Stevenson was supplying the drugs to that China Mike and his crew get locked up too. A lot of them run, including China Mike, but that's the same thing as being locked up as far as the people of Oakgrove are concerned. The streets are safe once again, and you've got at least that much you can say you got right. A very touching message from Ashley's father arrives as well, thanking Sergeant Thomas and Bower for finally solving the murder of his daughter and putting the matter to rest.
When you find yourself back in Gloria's office you're not sure how much of a happy ending it really is, but she assures you that you did the job you were sent to.
And now course, [[there's another job waiting for you.|MortalJobs]]
<<set $gbonus = "maid">>
<<set $gumshoejob = "finished">>
<<set $falloutjob = "unlocked">>Your attack on the leaders of the strongest Marku tribes leaves a huge power vacuum in the jungle. News of their deaths spreads like wildife and you act quickly to squash any upstart who wishes to take your metaphorical crown. However it appears that many of the loyal servants of the chiefs you have killed made it back to their people. The fighting for these villages is fierce and pitched and you lose many good warriors in the struggle.
You spend the spring months traveling the Marku jungles, ensuring that all of the tribes understand your supremacy. There is some hard fighting and negotiating, but at the end of it all the lack of established leaders and your demonstrated power makes you the only choice to lead the Marku.
As the spring rains begin, your unified forces begin to prepare to march on the flood plains and [[confront the Anwar.|SMA1]]The very very high chance of being killed attempting to escape seems better than the near certainty of what will happen if you lay there. You scream at the top of your lungs and once again desperately scramble for the door.
You don't even get off the table. Once again the orc grabs your hair and slams you back down, the ogre very lightly (for an ogre) slaps your face with a palm that's bigger than your head. It's enough to make you completely loopy.
As you try to break out of the daze you hear orcs standing on the table next to you, rolling you over onto your back and unzipping their pants. You know what's going to come next but you're too hurt to resist.
Every single orc in the hall rapes your mouth and pussy, some manage to get your ass too. It's not pleasant, not even remotely. They call you horrible names, slap you around, smear food on you, and bite you hard all over. Then the ogre takes you. Not surprisingly, you don't survive.
But your soul isn't extinguished.
[[Back to the Pit|MalBadPit]]
<<set $malbad = "ogre">>"Why hold back, Holy Mistress?" You purr as you kiss at her thighs and make your way towards her engorged clit. "You deserve everything you want from this world. From me." You start lapping and probing with your skilled fingers. "And you will get it all. Everything you want." And after that your tongue and mouth have better things to do.
She listens to you, despite her moaning as you bring her to orgasm she listens to you. And she decides to take your advice to heart.
Realizing that she cannot do anything to you that you will not enjoy, merely for the fact that she wishes to do it to you, she finally stops holding back. The beatings she delivers to you make you scream with misery and her pussy practically drip. The way she uses you would break a mortal, but you love every moment of it.
But her new attitude and the sheer volume of her activities draws too much attention. The confidence you give her has spilled over to arrogance. Julia's superiors investigate her experiments and what they find shocks them to the core. Julia is dragged away from you by magical censors and you are quickly subdued by the most powerful of the Church's paladins. You are sorry to see her go, but she would have stopped you from enjoying the rest of these fine people...
[[Start Browsing|SubSucSlave]]"Yes sir!" You say, scampering to get into the elevator with him as quickly as possible. You can sense Della grinning and winking at the man as the doors close.
"Wait." You blink. "I don't know what I'm late for? Why was I so worried?"
The man scoffs. You've had more time to look at him now and see that he has an average build and appears to be in his late 30s. There isn't anything angelic about him. He's wearing a very expensive looking suit that could come right out of the 1980s. He hits the emergency stop button on the elevator and steps to you.
You find his greater height and sense of certainty intimidating and step back, feeling the handrail of the elevator press into your large backside.
"It's simple, my little Cotton-tail." He says, eyeing your nametag. He puts his hands on the wall of the elevator on either side of your head, leaning in so close his body is all but pressing against yours. "You've been sent to be one of our Office Dolls. Keeping us happy should be all you care about. We do some very important work here and if we aren't happy, the Maker isn't happy. You can call me Mister Wolf, by the way. I also answer to Daddy..." He suddenly drops his hands and grabs your ass roughly with both of them, squeezing possessively.
"Now I can explain more if you like, but I'm not big on talking so if I'm stuck here babbling to an Office Doll there will be some action involved too if you get my meaning." He smirks like a hungry wolf as he squeezes your ass and spanks it, enjoying the way it bounces and wiggles in his strong hands.
[[Yes sir Mister Wolf if you don't mind I need to know what's going on...|LoveinanElevator]]
[[Oh sorry I should get to my um...|NoLoveinanElevator]]
[[Umm Daddy err I uh...I mean uh...what..um...*babble*|BimboLoveinanElevator]]A single bare light bulb is pulled on by Schwartz and the room is illuminated. It's about forty feet by forty feet, a few tables making the area feel cramped. You see another weapons locker in the far corner.
Spread across the center table is a map of the underground complex. Strategic points are marked, areas that could be barricaded are marked, potential sniper nests have snazzy little drawings marking them as such.
On one wall are what appear to be dossiers with photos of citizens that are considered suspicious. From things like suspected thieves to those who are against a military presence in the new society.
"Interesting." You say, standing at attention. "Looks like you gentlemen have been busy."
"That's right Captain." Commander Dagget says with a proud smile. "When Dalton got elected last month we realized that elections pose a threat. So we decided to be prepared for alternatives."
"Martial law? Fascism?" You ask.
"Call it what you like." Dagget says. "This is a survival situation we find ourselves in. It won't mean squat to be 'progressive' if it costs us all our lives."
"So what are you asking me to be a part of exactly?" You ask, still not quite sure how you feel.
"For now, just the creme de la creme of our young army." Dagget says. "If Dalton pulls it together, or the right guy takes over, maybe we don't end up having to do a thing. On the other hand, if things don't improve and the people need a leader to step up, we need to be ready to bring order."
"A leader. You have anyone in mind?" You ask, wondering if this is just a justification for Dagget to take power.
"I don't care who." Dagget says, sounding offended. "We could rule as a council. We could find a politician worth a damn. Any of us could be in charge for all I care. So, what do you say?"
"I accept." You say evenly, even though you aren't sure yet. You can't say anything else. Three of them in close quarters, you're very sure they'll kill you if you decline.
Relieved grins and a clap on your back are your reward. Dagget passes out cigars to everyone assembled and they are lit, in a rather poorly ventilated room the smoke gathers quickly.
"Now, let's [[get down to business|UberMensch]]." Captain Schwartz says.It's a soft moan as you find yourself cupping the nice little love apple that's growing from your chest that makes you realize what's going on. You don't have a whole lot of body fat thanks to your slender physique and high metabolism, the softness you feel is not a manboob, it's just a boob.
You open your eyes and stare down at it as you spread your fingers so you can see, pulling your hand away. It's small, but it's definitely a boob, your nipple is rock hard from your fondling and your cock, which you squeeze in an attempt to reassure yourself is not quite as big as you are used to.
You stare at it, embarassed for a moment before you finish up your bath. You aren't sure if you want to tell anyone about this yet. Maybe it's a temporary side effect? Maybe it isn't always permanent. Oh lord nobody said anything about that. This is happening. You're going to turn into a girl.
You wait for the chance to ask your mom about it, but she seems on edge. Apparently going through puberty again in your late 30s isn't a thrill.
But then again your mom doesn't look her age any more. She's much younger in appearance, and so is your dad in the few moments you see him. Apparently in addition to growing muscles and curves, staying young is another effect of the process.
As the week goes by your breasts continue to grow and a very, very, accelerated rate. As you finish your bath one night, you stare at yourself in the mirror and realize your cute new breasts aren't the only change either. Your skin remains healthy and pristine, but your hair has thickened and is growing very fast, currently hanging down past your shoulders. Your hips appear to be widening, or your waist is shrinking, or maybe both, and your ass seems to be growing a plump layer of fat that definitely wasn't there before. On top of all that, your cock is definitely shrinking. Two weeks in and you already look like pretty girl from most angles.
Your body type is shifting. Your formerly slender build is a bit more condensed for lack of a better word, and a layer of what almost looks like baby fat has formed over your midsection and limbs. You look softer, wider, plumper. This must be somehow genetically superior? It makes sense as you try desperately to think about it. Reproductive fitness and all, this body is more suited for survival than your old one. It doesn't comfort you much.
You're turning into a girl. And you can't hide it anymore...you have to talk to someone. As always you think of your sister first.
You pull on your thick cotton robe, tying it tight around you as you get out of the tub. You know your sister is finishing up a bath next door and as you've come to lately you walk in without knocking and then into her attached bathroom. As the two of you have been kissing in secret lately privacy has sort of gone out the window. This time though you are startled to see...
[[Your naked sister experimenting with very heavy makeup in front of her bathroom mirror|GemS1]]
[[Your sister lying in the tub jacking off a cock you're very sure she didn't have before!|GemS2]]
<<set $gemy = "girl">>You are starting to wonder if what they put in the water here isn't something that would get you banned from the Olypmics. If it wasn't for the fact that not everyone turns out this way, you'd be sure of it.
As for you though, your muscles have turned from cold pudding that you can flex to firm pillows into what feel like small bridge cables. They're firm and hard constantly, and when you flex you can see muscles in places you didn't even know you had them.
You're not working out that much, well you are, but enough to justify these muscles. You just have so much energy. Even though it's cold outside you spend a lot of time in your gigantic back yard, climbing trees, clearing frozen brush and shoveling snow to make paths. Nobody has asked you to do these things, you just love using your new body.
If only it wasn't so easy to turn on. A slight shift in your position and your cock rubbing against your underwear is enough to make you hard enough to fuck a boulder.
And so you spend a lot of time hitting on your sister. She's the most availble girl your age you know. She doesn't seem to mind, not in the slightest, and soon the two of you are spending time in your room, her sitting on your lap as the two of you kiss passionately. Your hands grab her body everywhere she lets you. You get her shirt off after a few days, liking her small breasts, which you're getting to play with ever day.
As time goes by though you realize that her breasts are ...
[[Growing, quickly|GemMS1]]
<<set $gemy = "boy">>"This world will be quite primitive and savage." You say, rationalizing what you are about to ask for. "I believe you should be as rough with me as possible. I must be prepared for anything that could happen to this vulnerable body on the other side." Your minion's eyes light up like candles, looking like someone just told them they won the lottery.
You don't need to say another word, one has moved behind you and grabbed your thick hair and pulled it hard, yanking your head back he starts to suck on your neck and kiss at it. Meanwhile the other minion has walked in front of you and grabs your massive mammaries in each hand and squeezes them roughly as he lifts and kneads them.
It's almost enough to make you squirt right there as thick streams of milk shoot out of your full breasts. You moan as your pussy gets wetter and wetter as they mistreat you.
The minion in front of you squats down and then moves upwards so that his incredibly long and hard cock is working its way into you. He pulls back and shoves forward, not finding much resistance in your wet cunt. It was made to birth world devouring creatures, it can handle a cock no matter how big. He starts to fuck you while the two of you remain standing upright, his cock and hands the only thing keeping you from falling down.
The one behind you though doesn't want to be left out. He yanks back on your hair harder, pulling you stumbling back and down. You put your hands out behind you to brace yourself and manage to land in a very precarious bridge.
The minion to your front doesn't slow down at all and keeps fucking your delectable pussy as you bridge in front of him. Your magic keeps you upright while your body never could. The second minion meanwhile is now straddling your head, his thick melon sized balls rubbing against your face disrespectfully. He grabs your tits now and squeezes again producing another delicious moan from you. His big cock slides between your tits, your jiggly flesh just enough to swallow it between thrusts. He starts titfucking you towards your pregnant stomach as the other minion plows into you.
Both of them now lean forward and run their hands lovingly over your bulging pregnant stomach. Your bridge weakens as they tease you more and more and eventually you slip out of it and fall flat on your back. The minions don't miss a beat, the fat balls now firmly around your face as you are fucked and titfucked by two insatiable minions.
You love every minute of it. These huge thick cocks are what your hungry body needs to feel loved and worshipped and complete. More and more and more they give you what you need until they are exhausted. In their final move the one fucking your pussy pulls out and both of them spray their cum all over your pregnant stomach.
Then they collapse next to you, breathing heavily as they roll up to your tits and suckle them, desperate to regain their energy.
You smile and stroke their heads. Such good minions you have.
[[Recover and Enter the Portal|Cunda]]You're so hungry. It's all you can think about. You miss the days of shoving food down your throat. Of rich cakes and savory meats and junk store candy and chips. But you can't eat the rocks. That just leaves...
You scavenge at first, finding the lemures that have been left mostly shredded by larger ones. There's no hesitation. No nervousness. You fall on their flesh and consume it hungrily. It's delicious.
You feed. And you feed. Soon you are large enough to hunt your own dinner. You focus on the smaller and the weaker, the newly arrived. They are welcomed by your gaping maw. There can never be enough.
Eventually you find yourself so large that you can barely move. And then something curious happens. A lemure crawls to you. And it kneels before you, arms spread wide. You've eaten this one before. It knows it. And now...it's offering itself to you?
[[Yes, I deserve to be worshipped|Gluttony2]]You approach Grom as he trains a group of warriors.
He has found a relatively flat area of the mountainside, scattered with tall boulders in a manner that comes as close to the jungles below as anything else up here. He and his warriors train here to learn to fight in close quarters with very limited vision.
You decide to test him a little yourself. You channel your demonic magic and for a very brief time are able to move without sound and great agility. You are thus able to sneak up on him without anyone noticing.
"Grom." You say causing him to start and nearly jam his sword directly into you. You grin at his reaction. "I have decided that you are indeed worthy."
Before he can react you've knocked his blade away and knocked his powerful form to the ground and mounted it, sliding your pussy onto his cock in the same motion.
"Thank you." He gasps as you start to get comfortable riding his cock, "Thank you great goddess!" He calls out in rapture. You are quite pleased with the size and girth of his member, it stretches you out very nicely.
The other warriors have started to gather around, called by the sound of their leader being attacked and his loud shouts of praise. They seem to be getting the message that your womb was reserved for the worthy, as they look on with undisguised jealousy in their eyes.
"Serve me well, and all you desire shall come." You say, using your infernal gifts to appear to every single man there to be speaking to him directly. And then you ride Grom to a joyful orgasm and milk his seed into your fertile womb. You smile happily as you can feel it working.
That should silence the rumors. You lean in and kiss Grom passionately, more as a show for the men watching than anything else, and then order them to return to their training.
Of course it does not take long for you feel something growing inside you.
[[The Winter Passes|CundaBirth]]
<<set $power += 1>><<set $cundababy = "grom">>You take the order and mince back to the elevator. Sure enough when you get there the doors open and you walk in. Again, without pressing any buttons the elevator starts moving up. It goes up. And up. And up. The floors are going by like a blur now. Finally there is a happy DING! and the elevator stops.
The floor you got off on looks like something out of a corporate dream. There is no ceiling, just a sunny sky with a gentle breeze blowing by. Although the breeze cools you off it doesn't disturb any of the papers or anything else lying about. The floor appears to be solid gold, although it doesn't reflect the sun harshly. In fact there doesn't appear to be any glare or reflections of the sun anywhere.
Doors float about, springing up from the golden floor that extends off ahead of you like a maze. While you can see doors you can't see anything behind them, despite seeing clear sky and golden floor all around them.
There is a desk ahead of you, a transparent crystal desk behind which a girl that looks like a blonde version of you sits. She looks up cheerily. "Hello Miss Candy, I'm Carli, executive receptionist, may I help you?" She asks politely. As you take her in you notice she is at least five months pregnant. How? You thought angels couldn't reproduce.
Shuffling over nervously you hand her the paper that you were given. "Oh my, excellent, the bosses will be really pleased with you!" She says, just a hint of forced jealousy in her voice. "We'll have the auction in just a few hours. Sit tight until then."
A chair lined in fluffy white fur pops up just behind you. You sit down. A few magazines appear in front of you and you take one and read it. //Office Weekly// it is called. Not very inventive title.
You flip through it and read all the goings on in this massive office structure. The names of those who have finally earned their way back into the trenches are celebrated, while there is also a much, much, longer list of those who have broken rules and had time added to their sentence.
You are a bit surprised to see your name there under the newcomers. Cotton Candy - you read the description. "Miss Candy has joined us due to improper sexual techniques used to attempt to persuade a mortal. She has been gifted with a new body that will let her put her natural proclivities to best work. Word has it she has just been sent to the Executive Wing, which as you know usually means she'll be with us awhile!"
You blink as the receptionist calls to you. "Cotton, they'll see you now!" A light dings on ahead of one of the doors behind her.
[[Go Through the Door|ExecutiveDoll2]]As soon as that girl leaves, your beautician arrives. You do a double take as you realize she actually looks a lot like you. She smiles at your reaction. "Just changed huh?" She grins and you nod back. "Oh sweetie you're gonna love it."
She explains that she was actually specially brought on staff to handle lizardpeople like you who had just changed before the party tonight. The biology of your situation apparently is a lot more involved than you realized.
Unklangor, she tells you, is one of the Krutjan. A race of lizardpeople who number about a dozen. The only way they can breed is to find willing partners of another species, who by breeding with them become suitable to lay their eggs. It is a rather uncertain process and the Krutjan spend a great amount of time depressed because of it. Every year they gather and encourage each other to keep trying, tonight's party is that gathering.
As she explains these things she is fixing your hair, curling and styling it. She explains that the lizardpeople don't actually find human hair attractive or unattractive, but knowing that it is in an expensive style will make you more of a status symbol of Unklangor.
Then she steps back and runs a scanning device over you and nods. "Oh wow you're in incredible shape. You must have been something pretty tough before the change, you'll be able to handle the surgeries just fine!" She says cheerily as the salon chair you're in suddenly leans back. Straps lock in your wrists and ankles and other areas of the room readjust themselves and suddenly this looks more like an operating room than a beauty salon.
[[Surgeries?!?|Lizardoll3]]Your anger is largely gone as you emerge from the pit, shifting and formless once again. You are overwhelmed by the idea that there are greater forces than you in the universe. Greater than even those that killed you perhaps? You aren't quite sure you can process this...
[[Look for something to Fuck|Lust]]
[[Gibber|EndingStarspawn]]You pull the trigger and swear as the crane you are leaning against shifts slightly just as you shoot, causing your bullet to be slightly off. Amazingly though, Seven stumbles and falls at just that moment and the bullet hits him as he staggers to the ground. The chemical reaction takes place quickly, the God screaming as his cosmic essence is devoured by the Quartermaster's special ammunition.
You duck back behind the crane and make your escape quickly, gliding on your black wings to a transport you'd previously arranged to take you back to Paradise.
[[Target Down|SpyJob2]]
<<set $spyjob1 = "snipeseven">><h1><center>Founding Mother</center></h1>You give your report to Chief Saunders. She is alarmed to hear that the ghouls have some sort of leader and puts you in charge of organizing an attack to wipe them out for good.
You handpick the most able men and women of the compound and organize making sure they are all armed with the biggest guns you can find. After a month of training and planning you launch the attack.
Dozens of well armed and trained explorers, defense corps members, and volunteers emerge from the depths and march on the far side of the toxic river. You aren't terribly surprised to see the ghouls operating in organized packs, but your company takes no casualties thanks to their superior firepower and organization.
The ghouls get thicker as you approach the powered condo you saw a month ago. In fact they are so thick that you realize investigating the building is going to cost lives. So you order your company to shoot rocket propelled grenades through the windows. The resulting explosions cause panic. The ghouls go insane and charge you en masse.
You were ready for this though and your team forms a square that is constantly firing and tossing out grenades. A few lucky ghouls get through and inflict casualties, but no fatalities. After a sustained firefight you are standing the middle of a stack of ghoul bodies.
The grenades destroyed whatever was hiding in the condo. Without it, the ghouls revert to being mindless cannibals. They don't pose much of a threat at all anymore.
With the ghouls wiped out, it becomes easier to explore the surface. With the help of engineers you plant devices that scrub the air clean and your people emerge onto the surface.
There are many more threats to your people that you must overcome, but you take them head on. When Dalton steps down from leadership you are elected to take over.
<<if $gabby eq "friend">>You serve your people and keep them safe, and due to your popularity you have no shortage of suitors. You find though that you prefer to spend time alone. You die of old age, the leader of a safe and productive society that has no need whatsoever for cosmic beings, remembered forever as the first and greatest President of this free society.<<endif>><<if $gabby eq "bitch">>Even though you are now the greatest citizen your society knows, Gabby still takes every chance to remind them all that you are hers. Wearing a dog collar without a leash might not be the most typical look for a President, but nobody questions your. You live to a happy old age side by side with your Mistress, and you are remembered as the first and greatest President of this free society. And a total subbie babe.<<endif>><<if $gabby eq "seduced">>You decide to propose to Gabby now that things are stable enough to record marriages again and she happily agrees. She becomes a model first lady, serving your every need at the end of long days of heroic leadership. You live to a happy old age side by side with your wife, and you are remembered as the first and greatest President of this free society, and a wonderful wife. <<endif>><<if $gabby eq "romance">>Gabby joins you in the new Presidential estate, side by side as you get married in matching dresses soon afterwards. Despite you being the most important citizen in the society, you are equals at home with her. You live to a happy old age side by side with your wife, and you are remembered as the first and greatest President of this free society, and half of the civilization's premier lesbian couple. <<endif>>
<<if $gabby eq "buddy">>You take advantage of your importance and prestige to enjoy a never-ending stream of lovers and entertainment. You live to a happy old age, and you are remembered as the first and greatest President of this free society, and a total player.<<endif>>
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingFoundingMother = "yes">>The next day you wake up to an alarm blaring. Automated speakers inform you that the station has been compromised and will decompress within hours.
You swear as you get dressed and rush for the emergency exit. Whatever it was that either Seven or some devil had planned you missed out on your opportunity to be involved in it.
You manage to get transport on a charitable trader's ship and work your way back to a major city in the Grey Realms. From there you are able to find a Glove contact and procure transport back to Paradise.
[[Come in From the Cold|SpyJob2]]
<<set $spyjob1 = "outoftime">>You return your astral form to your body on the other side of the portal and concentrate hard. You focus on the collective unconscious of the Stedt people, especially their thoughts on the earth and fertility.
The Stedt value highly the women who can birth many sons and daughters. They live in a dangerous world, the fertile valley of an active volcano, just on the edge of territory claimed by nomadic Marku tribes. They fight the jungle nomads and it is not unheard of for Anwar warriors, eyes burning with the love of the Maker, to come to their mountain and attempt conversion. The Stedt use primitive weapons of stone and bone, they do not know how to make armor. They freeze in the winters and disease is common in the summers. Life is cheap. Fertility is required.
Stedt women kiss idols of clay and ash of a figure called the Earth Mother. She is wide hipped and large breasted, with a generous frame. She is always depicted as massively pregnant. She gives children to the barren, protects those in the womb and ensures that young women will find their mates.
As you learn of the goddess you will be impersonating your body shifts. Your stomach is the first change, it swells out massively. You look pregnant, five months, seven months, nine months, and it keeps growing. When it stops you look to be ready to give birth to triplets at any time. You can sense that you are indeed fertile enough to do so, although nothing grows inside you yet.
Your breasts swell with the milk you will need to feed your children, your frame widens to accommodate your belly and chest, hips widening to allow for easy passage. Your natural heels vanish into your feet, allowing for a slightly more graceful waddle. Your skin lightens until it is the same pale shade as the Stedt people's, at least when they aren't covered in ash. Your thick black hair remains largely unchanged. Only your horns, which now are curved and point slightly forward like a cows, mark you as anything other than a tremendously pregnant human.
As the change finishes you feel physically weaker than before. This body is clearly not made for activity that one performs on her feet. Thankfully your studly minions are there to support you and help you. You notice their features change as they touch you, their cocks grow longer, dangling around their knees, and their balls swell to be nearly the size of melons. They have taken on similar exaggerated features of fertility you observe. Their cocks are hard and poke into your soft flesh as they help you stand.
"You look so wonderful like this." They tell you, stroking your hair and rubbing your stomach. You quickly find the stroking of your swollen midsection to be quite a turn on and moan happily as they do so. "The mortals will clamor to worship you."
"I will enjoy that." You say with a smile as they take your hands and support you on the walk to the portal.
"What will they call you?" Your minions ask.
You pause to reflect on this. Your divine name is the one that they will worship and beg to, that they will send their prayers and their faith to. With a sense of destiny you announce...
<<textbox "$dname" "Cunda" "SEM2" autofocus>>
[[Is my name|SEM2]]You feel righteous as you rebuke the foul rumors from the other servant girls, snapping at them and chiding their dirty clothes and ruffled appearances. The nerve of them, acting as though the Holy Mistress would lower herself to break the Maker's law!
Your sudden display of spirit has the girls scared of you, and you find yourself delegating tasks to make sure the Mistress's tower is actually competently cleaned in areas other than the ones you just went over. The chief maid becomes more hands off as you take authority, spending more time in other areas of the Cathedral as Julia no longer has any complaints about the quality of her tower.
It seems odd at first, given your submissive nature, that you have taken so readily to snapping orders and controlling others. But really, this is just part of your love for your Mistress. These other servant girls have no power over you, only Julia does. And whatever makes her happy, you will strive to do all you can to accomplish.
Your hard work does not go unnoticed. A few months after being given your new task, Julia stops and invites you into her private chambers.
You've been in here before of course, cleaning and tidying, but never with the Holy Mistress present.
Julia is wearing a silver dress with a high collar, v-neckline and full sleeves and skirt. The front of the dress however, has a slit nearly up to her knees. She sits in a comfortable, regal chair and crosses her legs, silver stilettos visible through the slit in her dress. She smiles at you.
"You really are quite the surprise you know that?" She says fondly. "Come, sit." She points at the area in front of her feet.<<set $julia = "obeyloyal">>
[[Obey.|Juliafeet]]The two men standing close to you seem somewhat menacing. You busy yourself looking for the next piece of clothing when Cousin Steve steps directly behind you and cups both of your boobs. They spill around his hands as he wiggles his fingers like he's playing a piano as he lifts your boobs up. You sigh and hold your temper as he plays with them. "Yes, yes, definitely a ten here too." He is thrusting his crotch right into your ass and it is definitely hard. "Maybe we should just start the training right now..." he whispers into your ear.
You know by 'training' he means 'fucking you in the ass'. The way the past few weeks have gone you're almost prepared for that at this point.
[[Talk your way out of it|sissytricky]]
[[Let it happen|sissyfucked]]You allow him to speak about the Maker and all of his glory. You grow very bored as he drones on. You decide to interrupt and tease him.
"Oh yes, bless that." You say suddenly, and at a completely inappropriate time. "Also I'm so glad that once I join the Maker's faith I won't be tempted to give blowjobs anymore."
"Yes, you...what?" Matthias says sternly, trying not to act surprised.
"Oh yes, praise the Maker, this unholy compulsion I have to perform oral sex on every man I meet with will vanish. And no more lapdances, praise His Love, no longer will I say thank you with lapdances and hello with blowjobs."
"I..." Matthias seems to be seriously rethinking his vows at the moment.
"But you are such a holy man, surely such topic are boring to you. Go on teach me more of what sort of rocks are holy." You bat your eyelashes at him and lick your lips suggestively.
Without a word, Matthias closes his book and walks out of the room, blushing as madly as a human male possible can. You're very sure he's gone to masturbate furiously.
"I like him." You say as Julia appears again next to you.
"I was afraid of that." She comments dryly.
<<if $succrotch eq "prettycock">>[[What's Next?|SLDX1AfterGirlCock]]<<endif>><<if $succrotch eq "sexygirl">>[[What's next?|SLDX1AfterSexyGirl]]<<endif>><<if $succrotch eq "prettygirl">>[[What's next?|SLDX1AfterPrettyGirl]]<<endif>>
<<set $sldx1 = "passivebadgirl">>"Finally." You say. "Let me out of these restraints!"
"Ah ah." The doctor holds up a finger. "Not until the examination is done." The nurse hands him a chart and he looks it over. "Well it looks like you're fine." He then glances at the nurse. "I'll be at lunch." And then walks out.
You blink a few times. The nurse wasn't kidding.
"So you can let me out now right?" You ask her.
"Yes of course." She says sweetly. She begins to undo your feet restraints and you breathe a huge sigh of relief as your legs are finally allowed to close. "Are you sure you don't want one more sponge bath?" She asks with a smile.
"As tempting as that is..." You don't want to find out what's going to happen if you agree to that. She shrugs as if it's no big deal and undoes your wrists straps. You spend a few moments rubbing the feeling back into your hands and legs and then get on your feet and stretch a bit. You're stretching out your back when your boss walks in again.
[[Hello Sir...|Lilacsissy3]]"I am <<print $dname>>," you announce.
"<<print $dname>>." Your minions respond. "<<print $dname>>" they repeat, getting used to the sound of it. They smile at each other. "We love you Master. You are magnificent." Your minions gasp, pressing themselves against you in abject subjugation.
You step towards the portal but your minions cling to you. "Wouldn't you like to try out your new body with us?" They say, rubbing their bodies against you and kissing your arms.
[[No Time Girls, I Must Show the Stedt How Perfect I Am|Cinder]]
[[Yes, yes I would|CinderFun]]You return to your apartment and get to sleep very late. The light is still on at Bower's place, no doubt he's passed out still. You settle in for the few hours you need to keep functioning and get up just a few hours after sunrise.
You pause to take stock of what you learned yesterday. You've got two prime suspects.
China Mike and his gang. The most solid evidence all seems to point to him. They had the opportunity and the motive and are definitely involved somehow. But why would a drug dealer kill a rich young actress? Wouldn't there be more money to be made from having her as a customer?
An anonymous rich man who hires girls for orgies. Maybe something went wrong and Ashley had to be silenced. Or maybe nothing went wrong at all and this is all just a massive red herring. It is just a frustrated cop's hunch after all.
Neither is a perfect fit. But you've gotta keep investigating.
One thing you can do though, is check to see about this ghost. You lift you watch and tap it. "Gloria are you there?" The face of the watch gets staticy and you see Gloria's pretty face.
"Sure am, sugar. What can I do for you?"
"Is there anything supernatural at work at the Hourglass? Some of the actors said Ashley was paranoid about being stalked."
"If she was it wasn't by a devil or anything else cosmic." Gloria says simply. "If there was this would have been a higher priority assignment and we'd have been on it when it happened. Or pretty quick afterwards." She says. "There may be a ghost hanging out there, but it didn't have anything to do with killing her."
You nod. "Thanks Gloria." She waves and her face vanishes to be replaced by your old watch again. Well, you can rule out one thing at least.
[[Get to work|G2Office]]Julia smiles at you and strokes your cheek lovingly.
"You've done your job my little pet." She says with a bittersweet touch of melancholy in her voice. "I can't risk having you around much longer. The princess for all of her virtues isn't quite ready to embrace the use of demons quite yet." She shrugs.
She must sense the discomfort these words cause. "Don't worry my pet, I won't do anything to hurt you, but I'm afraid I'll have to release you."
"So I ... return." You can't help but hang your head.
"Yes." Julia says, reaching for her wand.
"Right now?" You ask, thinking to beg for time.
"I'm afraid if I don't do it now I'll never have the willpower to." Julia says, she takes a deep breath. "I really will miss you, if it's any consolation." She makes a quick gesture with her wand. And you are suddenly elsewhere.
[[Back to the Pit|DevilPit]]
//Unfinished Path - Julia's Pet//
//Unfortunately this Julia path is unfinished. Julia's content is quite complex with many different permutations.//<<remember $UFPJuliaPet = "yes">><h1><center>The Great Black Dragon </center></h1>You wave your hands and the guards are sent flying by an invisible blast wave. You think of the gold in the treasury and as you do you start to change again. You grow taller and longer and you drop to all fours as your body becomes draconic. Long thick horns grow back from your head and your skin becomes dark black and scaly. Your clothes and possessions drop off of you, you don't care, they aren't worth enough to bother with.
You break through the castle walls, ruining them as you dig through to the treasury. Once there you open your mouth as green flame erupts and consumes the guards standing outside. Bursting through the door you see the piles and piles of gold. You smile, feeling content as you curl up on top of it. Yes, this is what you deserve, this is your reward.
On the surface, Princess Tiffany is organizing an exodus from the ruined castle. She has put on a suit of chain mail and looks rather comfortable in it. The men and women of the castle obey her without question. As the quick evacuation finishes she glances back at the ruins of her home, vowing to retake it some day.
But that day will not come for quite some time, and between now and then you will be demanding tribute from the nearby lords, ravaging their treasuries and growing your wealth. Your pile of treasure will grow as you do. Your greed has made you a powerful, beautiful, monster.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingGreatBlackDragon = "yes">>"Hey, when a hot girl comes to you room pay attention!" You snap.
"Oh right. Sorry, here uh, sit down.." the young man, suddenly prince charming grabs your hand and practically tugs you to the bed next to him. You cross your legs as you sit, his eyes glued to them the entire time. You decide to run one of your hands up your leg just to keep his eyes there.
"Thanks." You say adopting a ditzy grin. "You know being an angel is so boring sometimes. I wish I could just have fun. But we have all these rules..." His hands start creeping forwards and you know what's on his mind.
"Like, for instance, how I can't make out with anyone who has violent thoughts." The boy stops, stunned.
"Oh I don't. I won't anymore!" He promises, with the most sincere force in the universe - a teenage boy on the verge of touching boobs.
"I mean EVER." You say, wiggling your hips as if you're getting comfortable, rubbing your side against his.
"Oh, no, not ever!" The boy stammers, staring at you in something close to worship. Well, it's one way to make him believe in the Maker again. But uh...you didn't exactly have an exit strategy planned here.
His hand is suddenly sliding up the outer side of your smooth thigh, the other is now on your breast and squeezing in a rather rough inexperienced manner. You look down and notice a rapidly swelling bulge in the front of his pants. All you can think to do is giggle dumbly as he pulls you in for a rather sloppy kiss. His tongue wriggles with youthful enthusiasm as he probes deeper into your mouth.
"Okay I think that's enough." Della's voice interrupts as reality begins to swirl around you. "Sweet Maker! And they call ME easy..."
[[Whoops|Mercy2]] <<set $Mercy = "BB">>As your followers wait for your decision you feel something stirring inside you and then the contractions as you realize it is time for it to come out. Your time with the spirit girl must have left more of an impression than you realized.
Your pregnancy was so pleasant you didn't even notice it until you felt the contractions start to hit. Feeling a bit awkward you tell your assembled followers you need to think about your strategy and waddle off, holding your belly and make it to your palanquin hoping none of them realized you were about to give birth.
You quickly summon your midwives to your palanquin and they attend your needs. The child that emerges from your womb slides out very easily and when you crane your neck forward to take a look at it you see why. It is formed like a brilliant green snake with wisdom in its slittled eyes. It crawls up your chest and suckles at your breast as you hold it there, feeling close to it for the moment. As it suckles brilliant feathers, all the colors of the rainbow, begin to form around it. It becomes weightless in your arms and you realize it can float on its own power. Quite an odd child the goddess gave you.
You emerge awkwardly, the serpent still cuddling around you and sucking at your chest. You muster what grace you have and announce that you've decided to.
[[Attend the Gathering|CundaPeace]]
[[Attack the Gathering|CundaWar]]
As you make your decision the feathered serpent floats off into the jungle, for some mysterious purpose that you will concern yourself with later.Smiling, you relax.
Why bother to fight. You can't truly be hurt. The screams around you, they're all psychosomatic. If the fools would appreciate the gift they've been given they wouldn't be bothered so much.
Of course there is pain. Of course there is hunger. Of course there is lust. But why worry about such things? You don't need to eat, you don't need to fuck, you don't need to kill. The urge to do so is very strong, but your urge to subsist in a catatonic state is stronger.
You crawl up to a hilltop and lean against a rock. You could just stay here forever.
[[Reconsider|DRecon]]
[[Nope, this the Path for me|EndingSloth]]You have to catch up to the vivacious young thing as your <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>tight corset and long skirts<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>very high heels and unsupported breasts<<endif>> prevent you from running at top speed the way she does. When you reach the top of the stairs a good half a minute after she does she is waiting for you and shaking her head quite disappointed. "I don't see why they're so scared of you." She says.
"Oh it's not that they're scared." You say, when you've composed yourself. "Fear isn't the only means to power, don't you know that?"
"I don't know anything about power besides what I read." Tiffany says, almost sulking. "And as far as these books say, I should either kill my father or lead an army of rebels to overthrow the kingdom if I want to be in charge."
You laugh. "Well those aren't bad ideas either." You say. "But surely you've noticed you have a different sort of power." She turns to you with a blank stare. "You haven't?" You shake your head as if in amazement. "Maybe it's harder for you to see since you aren't attracted to men."
This provokes a response for her at least, she starts to deny and then shrugs and admits. "It's not my fault, I just don't see the appeal I suppose."
"It's not your fault at all but I imagine your parents don't know this? Or do they wish they didn't?"
"Mother knows." Tiffany says. "But she tells me I'll outgrow it. Father knows and he's relieved and says if it keeps me from dallying with young men he's all for it." She sighs. "But of course..."
"He won't let you 'dally' as you put it with women will he?"
"No." She says, hanging her head. "I don't know what would be so terrible." She glances over at you, <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>eyeing your beautiful pale cleavage and thin waist and pretty face<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>drinking in the body that your skimpy dress doesn't hide at all and the face that you've made sure is beautifully made up<<endif>> like a starving cat.
"Would you like to find out?" You ask bluntly.
She does a quick double take startled out of her ogling. "But...but you said you were my aunt?" She stammers.
"I'm hardly suggesting we breed." You smile at her. She grins back and slowly walks to the door and shuts it behind you. The two of you are in her room, which has an open window overlooking the fields east of the castle, and a very large and nice bed.
"I uh, don't suppose..." she begins.
[[she finishes "...you could uh, let me be in charge?"|MalTiffSub]]
[[she finishes "...you could uh, let me be the man?"|EndingHighAdventure]]You kneel down next to the young man, staring directly into his terrified eyes. And you reach out with one of your pure, strong hands and take hold of his upper arm. He shakes and a noise that is a mix of fear and joy escapes him. Whatever is happening to him scares him, but the feelings you are giving him are those of pure delight.
You stand and remove your hand. The young man looks down. His shirt sleeve has been burned away. Underneath the scars and tattoos that used to spell out messages of hate and intolerance are now a very well made tattoo of a beautiful female angel. She is dressed in the style of the young man's time, a tight leather jacket and ripped jeans showing off her physique as her wings wrap lovingly around a man who looks an awful lot like this one might when he grows up.
Hmmm. You had meant that to be a bit more intimidating and a bit less suggestive. Nevertheless, he will remember you from now on. You smile at him with forgiveness in your eyes as reality warps.
Briefly, before the scene fades entirely, you see a flash of this young man's future. His aggressive spirit is now more focused. He becomes a leader, a competitor, an aggressive opponent to those who he believes have wronged the weak. He is constantly motivated by seeing the mark you have left on him, and living up to the standards of the beautiful, wrathful, warrior angel who visited him at his weakest.
[[Back to the Mercy Base|Mercy2]]<<set $Mercy = "Valk">>One week later a lone figure arrives back at the great city where General Jared has set up his base of operations. Your robes are dirty and ripped from the fights you've been in, your cart and horses dead when you emerged from the Tomb, killed by goblins no doubt. You limp along, starving, thirsty, and exhausted. Nobody realizes who you are until you produce the crown.
General Jared accepts it solemnly from you, bowing low in recognition of the sacrifices you and your friends made. He orders the local innkeeper to take you to his most lavish room so you can refresh yourself.
As you relax in a hot bath, eating a decent vegetable medley, sipping on a local wine, you suddenly find yourself elsewhere halfway to taking a bite.
You close your lips around nothing, no fork in your hand either. You glance around and see you are in a familiar office, and that Gloria is sitting behind her desk across from you.
"Well done." She says. "Although, you were supposed to inspire the men not find the crown yourself. Splitting hairs I suppose, the bigger picture is the men and dwarves united and won the war. So, ready for the next one?"
[[Sure|MortalJobs]]
<<set $clericjob = "locked">>
<<set $gumshoejob = "unlocked">>You walk into the meeting room and see a raised desk with five elderly men sitting behind it. All appear to be executive types and they display a wide array of corporate emotions - everything between scorn and boredom.
"Sit down Miss Candy." One of them mentions to a single chair in front of the raised desk. You mince over to it and begin to sit down.
"Would you like some water?"
"Oh yes please I.."
"It's over there, bring me a glass too." You stop just as you're about to sit down and start walking over to a pitcher and some glasses sitting at a side table. You start pouring a glass for the man who spoke and walk over to him and place it in front of him. The men are all engaged in various paperwork.
"Thank you Miss." He says. You walk back to the pitcher and pour a second glass and walk back to the chair.
"I'll have that one." One of the other executives says. You start to feel a little annoyed but bring it to him. This process repeats itself three more times until the pitcher is empty, all of the men in front of you have water, and you have none.
Sighing you lower yourself into the chair and cross your legs. The men stare at their papers, glancing up at you from time to time. Several minutes pass. You shift about uncomfortably.
Finally one of them speaks. "Stand up." You do. "Bend over." You start comply when another says "Stand up straight." You quickly comply. "Raise your left arm." "Lower it." "Swivel your hips." Commands fly at you and you struggle to obey as quick as you can before the next command comes.
After going through what feels like a minor plyometric routine, they are all staring at you.
"She's got really big tits." One comments. You manage to keep your smile.
"Nice ass too." You were sort of expecting that.
"Sort of cute." Your smile cracks a little.
"Eh, 6/10." You give that man an incredulous stare. This body and face are off the charts. What the hell.
"Sort of weird elbows." The final man says. You glance down at your elbows and back at him, completely confused.
"Shorter skirt." The first one speaks again. As he does your skirt begins to shrink. You grab at the hem but by the time it stops your ass is practically hanging out the back.
"Smaller top." The next man speaks. The process repeats itself. Your entire midriff is revealed now, your tits hanging out obscenely.
"Higher heels." The third man speaks, you stagger to steady yourself as your heels become nearly half again as tall as they were, practically ballet heels now.
"Pigtails and lollipops." The fourth man says. You feel your long, thick, wavy neon pink hair pull itself up into a pair of high pigtails. A lollipop appears in your hands. It's your favorite flavor. You feel compelled to suck on it and lick it suggestively and start doing so at once.
There is an ominous pause as the last man reflects. "Nine months. Triplets." He says. Wait? What? Your eyes shoot open and you start to say "No!" But you feel your stomach swelling quickly. You gasp in dismay as it bulges more and more and more. You don't gain weight anywhere else, just your stomach as your petite, buxom frame now sports a stomach of a woman who is about to birth triplets.
"7/10 now." The fourth man says again. You don't even bother disguising your glare as you hold your stomach.
"To your desk." The first man says simply. They're all back to their paperwork. You find yourself unable to speak around the lollipop.
Whimpering in frustration you turn and wiggle your way awkwardly to a door that you didn't see before. Walking in ballet heels with nine months pregnant with triplets in an outfit that doesn't even try to be professional while you suck on a lollipop is hard. You feel oddly self-conscious about your elbows the whole time.
[[Open the door|ExecutiveDoll03]]<center><h1>Life with the Reigar</h1></center>As the days go by you find yourself taking part in the games of the two effervescent souls that live in this tower. It is a lof of fun altering the politics between them, nudging one in favor of dominance over the others.
It is an idyllic life, filled with joys and splendor and all sorts of kinky sex. You never regret your choice to stay here forever. The little voice in your head that tells you you were destined for something more is quieter and quieter as the years go by, and eventually it is silent for good.
Once that little distraction is quiet you become more involved with your divine lovers. You take careful note of the techniques and tricks the Lord and Lady of this place use to play their power games with each other. There are mental, physical, and emotional aspects to it. Their games are layered so particularly and deeply that it starts to amaze you they ever have time to have sex or sing or dance at all.
It's time for you to join in their games. You decide to start by...
[[Aiding the Lord and Dominating the Lady|TowerLoD]]
[[Aiding the Lady and Dominating the Lord|TowerLaD]]
[[Dominating Both of Them|TowerBD]]
[[Getting Dominated by Both of Them|TowerBS]]
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingLifeWiththeReigar = "yes">>"I am from the land where the Sands of Time pour." Kali intones self-importantly. "I have come to this place to perform a task of great importance."
"So, who are you killing?" You ask casually. And then hang on tight as Kali tries to pull out of your arm.
"What? I...what an outrageous acccusation!"
"Oh come now, you were stalking somebody in there, now who was it and why?" You say, your tone making it clear you are much more being nosy and less investigating.
Kali squirms in your embrace, you get the feeling they could overpower you if they wish but they seem to not want to hurt you. Kali sighs and hangs their shoulders. "Fine, I was sent to kill your General." He says.
You pause. "Which one is the general?" You ask. Seeing Kali's aghast stare. "Uh, it's my first day?" You say to explain your ignorance.
"Your first day in this city?" Kali asks. You nod. "Well...I suppose that might explain such ignorance. General Ashton, the leader of the army that conquered my homeland." Kali makes a fist of their gloved hand and slams it into the couch. "My people were prosperous and happy before his damned soldiers annexed us. I was forced to take up the ancient and obscure mystic arts of infiltration to avenge us!"
"Well, no disrespect sweetheart but maybe you should have studied a little more." You say soothingly. "You sorta stood out in there."
Kali sighs. "The magic is tricky. Some people it affects more than others. Nobody else seemed to see me so easily though." They shake their head. Hmmmm. Maybe your devil sight helped.
"Well uh, maybe you aren't doing so bad after all then, I'm like the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter you know, so I see all sorts of things." You make up.
[[Find out some more...|Asssex]]The winter slowly passes and you enjoy the time to yourself to read and get to know the limits of your powers. You still haven't quite managed to figure out the wardrobe's enchantments and so you remain in your <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>gothic royal gown<<endif>>
<<if $clothes eq "sorc">>skimpy black dress<<endif>> when you are clothed, but otherwise you find yourself in control of the tower.
When spring comes rains wash over your little valley and the melting snow coming down from the hills makes the rivers that flow through your small domain full again. The forest is green almost overnight and brightly colored flowers bloom. You can't help but smile at the idyllic scene. Ever since you fried most of the orcs that live here things have gotten much nicer.
One morning though a bird flies to your window and tells you there is a rider coming to your tower. Yes, you've enchanted the animals of this little valley to be your eyes and ears. He is armed but also carries a herald's flag.
You describe the symbol on his flag to your magic mirror and it chuckles and describes the nearest castle to you. It is a few days' ride to the east and is the home of King Erik and his wife, Queen Anne. The mirror informs you of all the times it had to listen to Malleguarde complain about Queen Anne sitting in the castle that should be hers, how she should have married Prince Erik, how Anne stole him from her just before they were to wed.
Your raise your eyes a little at this as Malleguarde's backstory comes into focus a little. Turns out she was building up her power to use against her sister and her sister's husband and take over their kingdom. Interesting.
The herald arrives and you have your invisible servitors open the doors for him and lead him inside. When he finally arrives in your dining hall, looking a little unsettled at the invisible things poking him in your direction he finds you sitting regally atop the chair that serves as your throne.
"You have a message?" You say primly.
"Yes, yes my Lady." He drops to his knees in front of you. You motion for him to rise and deliver it. He clears his throat and announces. "Queen Anne invites you to her royal castle to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of her marriage to King Erik and toast the good health of her kingdom." The herald then winces and covers his face as if expecting to get fried by a lightning bolt. You notice there are similar burn marks near where he is standing. When he doesn't get zapped he drops his hands and nervously look at you for an answer.
"Tell my dear sister I shall attend." You say politely. This could be the distraction you've been waiting for. "Have her prepare a room for me. I will arrive in one week. You are dismissed."
The herald bolts for the door thanking his lucky stars. He wastes no time mounting his horse and riding off again. You smile and go to prepare for your arrival.
[[Make a Grand Entrance|MalArrivePalace]]"No Sir, I won't do that." You say trying to sound respectful. "The suit can't sustain its power if it's reduced that small, I'd be abandoning my duty to wear it at all times and serve the Maker." You say quickly.
"Ah. Yes, well you passed the test congratulations." Stone says, in a tone that makes it obvious it was not a test at all. "Now let's talk about how we're going to introduce you to the troops.
"The lab geeks are going to put on a bit of a demonstration with you before we ship out, I'll add some stuff about the rewards you'll give the men if they do good enough. Head over to the pavilion, uh, change back into the full armor before you go though."
Even the 'full armor' is not exactly subtle, but you <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>manage to somewhat clumsily balance your guns and curves over to the pavilion.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>use your elemental boosters and float right above the surface, finding it much easier than walking in the ridiculous heels this armor comes with and make it there just fine.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>effortlessly swing your hips and strut over to the pavilion, your perfect balance letting you move as gracefully as a dancer in your heels.<<endif>>
[[Put on a show|juggtrophybigreveal]]
[[Refuse to be Part of This!|JuggTrophyRebel]]"Yes, yes I do remember." He says, a sudden calm coming over his face as he smiles at you. His sudden assurance scares you a little.
Moving swiftly he knocks a large amount of books and oddities off of a table and picks you up around your slender waist and sits you on it. You let out a startled eep. He doesn't let go, his strong hands almost crushing your little ribcage as he grins wide at your beauty.
"I remember." He says again. "I remember what it was like to be a man, to take what I wanted. How I had forgotten. So many years spent as a bitter, rude host to my servants and my people. All because of how I felt for treating you."
"But I am a man. And I will reclaim myself. Just as I am reclaiming you." You open your mouth to attempt to weasel some little plan into this but he kisses you soundly.
You struggle at first, hands high in the air thinking of scratching or shoving or trying to cast a spell but his kiss is...oh my. His kiss is very pleasant. It offers safety. And passion. And the promise of you being his decoration that he loves so much. Your clone brain starts to recall what Malleguarde experienced in this man's arms. You suddenly realize how much you need to feel the same thing.
You have time to let out another startled eep as he breaks the kiss, slams you down on the table and shoves his cock into your soaking wet pussy. You moan happily as he places his hands on your breasts like a conquering king, and he squeezes and spreads and strokes your insides with his magnificent cock you completely forget any pretensions at manipulating him. You profess your love over and over. He tells you you're a good girl afterwards. He tells you you'll do just fine as long as you do what he says.
[[Like you would dream of anything else.|EndingSorceressSexSlave]]After a few hours of prep and a quick rehearsal you are backstage waiting for your cue. You shake your head at how quickly this all went downhill. One moment you were crushing evil with a gigantic hammer, the next thing you knew you had a big ass and big tits and were agreeing to give sexual favors to angel men who fought well. You sigh and pout as you think of how no other superheroes had to put up with this.
The lab geeks are excitedly babbling about improvements to the angels' weapons and living conditions. Their guns will shoot a few nanoseconds quicker and pierce a few more nanometers of demonic armor. The angel brigade you're attached to numbers about two hundred, and as you peek through the curtains you can tell they aren't any more interested in this than you are.
They're all male, very much so, with shaved heads and crew cuts. Some of them have fairly simply tattoos. They all have large angelic wings. They wear a variety of uniforms and armor, from all periods of history and some you don't recognize at all. They look mean. You gulp as you think of your future duties and find your eyes wandering from man to man wondering if any of them will be shoving their cock down your throat or up your ass. You shake your head, long red hair waving behind you as you do and close your eyes listening for your cue.
"But that's not all!" The geeks say, as if there couldn't possibly be anything better than rations that will last an extra twelve seconds in the rot of the pit. "We've had a breakthrough in the Juggernaut project."
You open your eyes and watch the reaction. The men are perking up now, some nudging their buddies who had dozed off. This is, apparently, news indeed to them.
"What is it? You figure out what went wrong the first five times?" One of them calls out to laughter from the crowd.
"Nothing went wrong, those were all pilot error!" The lab geek barks angrily. "In fact we figured out that was our problem, putting one of you morons in the suit!"
Your jaw drops. These angels all look like killers, these geeks must be very sure of their safety up on stage.
"In fact we had to find something twice as smart as the average grunt, so we went to //Nirvana// and asked for their dumbest dancer." The geek continues.
WHAT?!?? That was NOT the script you agreed to. You were supposed to be introduced as a young Mercy who was willing to do her part and happened to fit the mental specs of the juggernaut device. Your eyes widen behind your mask as you realize not only are you going to be introduced as a stripper, but it is going to happen in a manner that will make all of these men //hate// you.
"...and here she is, fresh from the pole, Miss <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Lacy<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Bambi<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>Bouncy<<endif>> <<if $jug3 eq "green">>Champagne<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "blue">>Cookies<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "white">>Glitter<<endif>>."
Your blush burns even deeper. That was definitely NOT the name you agreed to either!!!
[[Walk out and strike a pose|juggtrophyondisplay]]
[[Walk out and grab the mic|juggtrophyfreestlye]]Your body molds itself as you put your hand to the door. You feel yourself growing stronger, your body more powerful as you feel you could crush the metal knob in your palm if you wished. Your hair flows down your back, never interfering with your vision despite how long and thick it has become. Above your head a small circle forms, glowing with a soft light. As you raise your hand you see a very slightly visible flickering fire that now surrounds your whole being.
You find you are now wearing a short white dress that somewhat resembles something a warrior woman from the Roman days might put on. The dress or maybe the panties underneath (it seems to all be one piece) will protect you from prying eyes. It would be nice if it was a bit longer. You still retain an hourglass figure with an impressive bosom, but athletic musculature ripples beneath your soft perfect skin. Despite your powerful, impressive, new form you can't help feel a bit like your female body is being put on display.
"Oh wonderful." Della gushes, clapping her hands together. "Maybe you'll even get a body like that of your own after a few missions. Now go on and put the fear of the Maker into the lost soul in the other room!"
[[And She Shall Smite the Wicked....|Mercy12]]"Awwww." Unklangor says, squeezing your ass again. "Would have loved to see you in something really nice and skimpy. Oh well, maybe next time. So listen babe, I got some business to take care of so why don't you go downstairs and play on the slots a a bit and then come back up and we'll go to the party eh?" He hands you a rather large bag filled with casino tokens.
"Sure." You say. He bends down and kisses you on the cheek, and the slaps your ass and gives you a light shove out the door.
You stretch yourself out as you strut down the hall. You feel like a million dollars. You try to do your job but the flashing lights and scents distract you greatly. Everything just seems a lot more awesome. You sit at the slots and play them for what doesn't seem like very long, but when you glance at the clock you realize how much time has passed and you scurry back upstairs.
[[Party Time!|LizardParty]]
<<set $lizardclothes = "dull">>You rush over and glance over them. Malone is too panicked to shoo you away. Your eyes widen as you see the schematics. They're ancient, centuries old if not millennia. Thanks to Malone's teachings, you understand them easily.
You quickly realize you get this better than he does. You know just how to undo what you've done. Of course it helps you know what went wrong in the first place. Dashing over to the smoking machine you quickly fix it, making sure to hide the evidence of sabotage in the process.
"Just a bit of melting on the wires." You say, wiping your brow. "Say, why didn't you show us those sooner? It could have helped."
"Forget you saw this." Malone says, panicking. "Forget it, don't tell anyone."
"Sure thing!" You say cheerfully. But secretly you are planning to...
<<if $elfbonus eq "thief">>[[Steal the Plans and Improve Them|BioThiefSteal]]<<endif>>
<<if $formerdoll eq "yes">>[[Seduce Him and Use This Information for Yourself|falloutvampformalone]]<<endif>>
[[Do nothing and Get Back to Work!|BioEngineerEnd]]A gurgling scream erupts from your partial throat. You aren't going to exist like this. This isn't a mud pit, it's a jungle. And you're the lion.
You lay into the creature next to you, ripping it to muddy pieces as it flies apart. And then you move on to the one after that, shambling towards it. It fights back. Its arms are strong. Yours are stronger. Its teeth are sharp. Yours are sharper. You win.
And without even thinking, you howl. Many of the lemures around you back off, but some of the stronger ones are summoned by your show of strength. They descend on you, and you welcome it.
Conscious thought fades as you give in to wrath. You rip and shred your enemies as they do you. You always regrow, as do they. But you notice the more you are killing the stronger you are, the clearer your thoughts are, and the more you win. You feel yourself changing.
[[Murder. Death. Kill.|Wrath2]] <<set $wrathsword = "no">>You ascend the spiral staircase and find yourself in a room filled with a hazy white light. In clear focus at the top of the stairs is a white wooden desk with golden trimmings. A pretty young dark-skinned woman with a pronounced golden halo floating above her head and large feathery white wings folded behind her sits there. She wears a sharp black skirt-suit and looks up at you with a friendly eye as you arrive.
"Greetings." You say merrily.
"Greetings yourself." The equally merry reply comes. "Welcome to the Mercies. Our main job, which is also yours now, is to inspire mortals to live according to the Maker's edicts. We try to do it without using any sort of celestial gifts, just to show the mortals that they can stand on their own."
"You'll take over for someone who is just about to pass away, think of it like acting. We put you in there in their form so you can jump right into that world and do the best you can. They get the credit and nobody is the wiser."
She pats a polished wooden rolodex on her desk. You haven't seen one of those in a long while, it is stuffed with cards. "So, let me find your first role..." She starts flipping through it.
[[What are my Options?|MortalJobs]]<<silently>><<set $clericjob = "locked">><<set $ingenuejob = "unlocked">><<set $falloutjob = "locked">><<set $gumshoejob = "locked">><<endsilently>>"I bet you're just great with that sword." You purr, letting your eyes drift half closed and your thick painted lips part slightly. "I can just imagine you, covered in blood, dripping in sweat," You put a hand on his knee and start creeping it up. "Muscles gleaming, hair wild, raising that flaming sword and plunging it in over and over and over and..." You reach cock way before you expected. Sweet Maker he's hard!
You almost flinch and gasp and pull back but no, you're getting to be a pro at this. You slide your hand over his cock without skipping and beat and rub it gently. "It must be such a rush, I bet you get so hard from doing it." He's moaning in your hands now. "I bet it just makes you want to ... " You never get a chance to finish your sentence.
Moving like he's in combat he clamps his mouth over yours and kisses you deeply. You get the impression its way of saying thank you for being you, a sexy, seductive little toy for him. His hands rip your blouse off and soon have your bra and skirt off as well. Before you know it he's on his knees on the couch and you're on your back, little wings spread out to the sides as he fucks you vigorously and roughly. You're really starting to enjoy being treated this way and your gasps and moans make sure he knows that. He attacks your huge bouncing breasts with the same gusto he goes at your snatch with, kissing, licking, slobbering, actually making more of a mess than his cock will when he finally orgasms hard. By the time he does, you've come yourself at least once and your hot wet little pussy is perfectly satisfied with the stuffing he's given you. Impulsively you pull him in by his tie for a long, slow kiss when he's done.
"Goddamn babe at this rate we'll never get any work done." He says, although he really doesn't seem to mind.
[[I s'pose we should work then...|WolfsBunny6]]In response you simply smile sweetly and assume a lotus position on the bed. You look so peaceful and innocent. Julia gulps, obviously a bit worried.
"You're bound by my magic." She says sternly. "You cannot harm me."
"I have no intention of hurting you." You say with a sickly sweet smile that comes off as incredibly creepy. Julia stares at you for a few moments then tells you she'll be back later and walks off.
When she leaves you begin to sing the holy hymns that Brother Matthias 'taught' you. The songs that extol the virtues of dominating the weak and submitting to the strong and enjoying every kind of sex imaginable. As you sing the pictures in the stained glass windows above you shift and warp, turning into a karma sutra of deviance. Meanwhile the bedsheets become a dark red, and handcuffs now dangle from the bedposts.
You smile as you glance around, much more appropriate!
Julia walks in. She doesn't seem to notice that anything is different. "Okay, well it looks like you've decided to behave, so I've decided we should proceed with my next experiment after all."
[[I Live to Serve, Holy Mistress|SLDX2]]Whatever that ripple is, you aren't interested. Something calling out to the void, a cosmic lighthouse or sorts perhaps? Dull. You feel the need to be desired. Something out there can see. Something out there //wants// you. It will find you.
You cannot say how many countless aeons pass in the void, but they do pass. And then are interrupted. With a jolt that almost deprives you of the power to think you suddenly can see.
You are looking through a curved glass at a pale, slender face under a mop of spiky blonde hair. It appears androgynous, with pointed ears. It regards you for a moment.
"I've caught one." He calls out, not turning away from you. He shifts the glass orb you are in and you see coming from a stone archway a beautiful human girl with long, thick, dark hair in a rather fancy white dress.
"Oh you have!" She exclaims happily, reaching out a hand to you you see the world flash by briefly before she's holding you up to her pretty face.
"They're always so pretty." She says admiring the orb that contains your soul. "Why do you suppose they come to you? Do you bring them here?"
"Not me darling," The man grins. "I told you once, I move the stars for no one." She hands you back to him, and you see two other similar glass orbs next to you, he twirls you together in his hand as the two kiss.
[[They Decide to Make a Body For You|OrbLove]]Your mom looks a bit distressed when she asks you to talk to your father alone. You can guess what it's about and why he's so eager to not be seen by you or April lately. He's changing. And he isn't taking it very well.
You wait until the weekend when you'll get a chance. Mom lets you know you can find him in their bedroom and you walk up to it. She's told you to just walk right in, he'll pretend he isn't there if you knock.
You aren't entirely looking forward to this. The guy who you looked up to as a role model is dealing with becoming female. Ironically you try to remember all he taught you about being a man, taking responsibility, and doing what is necessary as you prepare for this conversation.
You throw the door open and stride in commandingly. "We need to talk." You say simply. You almost do a double take when you see the figure sitting up against the headboard of the bed.
She (definitely, no question) appears a few inches shorter than she used to be. Her legs are under the covers and she was watching a dumb tv show. Her upper body is covered with a men's sweater but the breasts are really straining against it. Her tits are huge, there's no other way to put it. Where your mom managed to be both sexy and classy, this body you are staring at, even with the breasts hidden under the sweater and hips under the blanket, is an absolutely bombshell. Her black hair has grown out quite a lot in just a week and now hangs down to her mid back. It's all over the place around her, not done up at all. She still wears the same thick rimmed glasses.
"Tommy?" She says, suprised, grabbing for the blanket before realizing she's wearing a shirt. "I you should have knocked, get out!"
"No." You say walking up the bed and sitting on the edge of it. Damn, up close this body is even more amazing. "We need to talk. You've got mom upset and you can't stay in your room all day. You're breaking our deal."
"The deal?" She asks, looking a bit confused.
"Oh I see, it was a big deal for us. But maybe not for you because you didn't think you'd ever have to try hard to follow it huh?" You smile, leaning in a little, you brush the thick black hair out of her eyes. "We're going to fit in, remember. We're going to play the roles we're meant to play. I don't think anyone has the 'sit in bed all day and pretending they aren't changing' role."
[[Get this new hottie out of her shell|GemSD22]]Well, apparently dad is really taking to being "one of the guys."
When the weekend comes you sit down with your father. He's grown really bulky, still the same but younger and much buffer. He's going to need new shirts soon, his muscles hardly fit in them.
As the two of you sit on the back deck, showing off your manliness in the cold weather, he reaches down and pulls a beer out of cooler and hands it to you. The symbolism of the moment is not lost on you. You take it and sip happily.
During your time with your dad neither of you talks much. But he does confirm he is banging most of his female co-workers and doesn't mind at all that you are getting most of the action with his wife and daughter. In fact he's glad someone is taking care of them.
You feel an additional tingle of joy, realizing that not only are you getting your cock worshipped by a bangin hot MILF and your sexpot sister but you're performing a valuable domestic service at the same time. Awesome!
[[Time passes|Gem2D22]]You grin and let him pull you over to him by your stubby little tail, so that your ass is rubbing against where his cock would be. He wraps his arms around you and rubs them against your belly. "In a few weeks when my cock has grown back this will be filled with my eggs. Promise." He beams, winking at you and taking a few pretend thrusts into your ass.
You laugh and wiggle your hips. "Well too bad you don't have one ready to go." You joke. "But maybe I should be the one who gets to put an egg in you."
Unklangor laughs at that, he doesn't seem to even take the idea seriously. "Sorry sweetie, I think we both know who is the egg layer here." He slaps your rear end. "With an ass like that, there's no question." He squeezes it playfully. "I'm really looking forward to this party tonight babe." He says with a smile.
"Say I don't suppose you'd let me hire some of the girls downstairs to get you really nice and dolled up?" He says with a grin.
[[Sure, why not|Lizardoll]]
[[Oh, no, I'll go like this|Lizardull]]<h1><center>Better Off Dead</center></h1>"Never." You say simply.
"Well. I'm sorry you feel that way." Hyo-jin says politely. "I suppose I can let you go if you promise not to return to harass me and my work."
You nod in agreement, not sure if you intend to honor it, you certainly intend to leave. You turn and walk towards the door with Hyo-jin close behind you. As you pause to turn and say goodbye you see her reflection in the somewhat polished paneling of the door and you see she is reaching behind her head to remove her surgical mask.
As you turn around the mask drops and you gasp in horror. Her face is horrifically disfigured, her lips pulled back over her teeth revealing vicious brutal fangs that are coming at you quickly. She latches her mouth onto your throat and bites hard. You shove her off but can feel the blood gushing out of your wound. You slam into the locked door a few times futilely before you slip to the ground, consciousness fading. You do not ever wake up.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingBetterOffDead = "yes">>From Mortal to Divine"Well, finally out of that stupid portal. Now time to. AAAAACKK!"
You squeal because you're suddenly turned upside down and yanked up in the air. You struggle and find a thick rope net has pulled itself up around you and you are dangling in it. A classic trap!
A shadow quickly jumps from the nearby wall and approaches you. The shadow is humanoid, thickly built, and as it shifts again and you see the low light shine on it you see it is very male. Hulking muscles cover his pale white skin, scars and a patchwork of bone and rock cover his flesh in a form of impromptu armor, jaggged, half-broken teeth fill his maw and his thick black hair hangs down in heavy dreads around his craggy face.
His nostrils flare slightly and he grunts in a mix of confusion and caution as he eyes your glorious curves. He prods you with the blunt end of his spear.
"Don't stare!" You pout. "Get me down!"
"Mmmm. Boobs." He replies, poking you in the boobs with the staff end of his spear.
[[Give him what he wants (your boobs)|RockBoobs]]
[[Give him what he wants (his own boobs)|RockyBoobs]]The room is the last of the open doors and when you enter you see only three other girls inside. You see they are all very busty, just like you. You figure out the rooms are arranged by breast size. Looks like you are with the big girls.
"Hello." You say with a smile. Being surrounded by gorgeous women isn't all bad! They smile and throw a few 'hey girl's your way. A door appears suddenly on the far wall. A quick argument about whose turn it is begins. Finally one of the girls, a tanned skin girl with bright blue hair, gets up and touches the door and vanishes.
You see an empty vanity table and sit down in front of it. Your makeup is of course still flawless, these seem to be mostly for morale purposes.
"So, what theme do you want?" One of the other angels, a natural looking redhead with light skin asks.
"What do you mean?" You ask.
"Oh, there's only so many costumes for girls our size so we stick to one theme that the boys tend to like." The final girl, dark-skinned with bright blonde hair explains. "Take a look."
You walk to the closet and see a variety of outfits. "Hmmmmm." There doesn't seem to be whole lot of variety, they are all extremely skimpy and suggestive.
<<if $stripper eq "stripper">>"I think the classic look is best for you." The blonde says as she joins you. "Just stick to the glittery fringe and you'll be fine." <<endif>><<if $stripper eq "badgirl">>"Hmmm. Something about you just says bad girl." The blonde says as she joins you at the closet. "You should wear this." She picks out a very bondage themed vinyl outfit with a collar and leash, o-rings hanging from the belt, a fake blindfold that you can see through, and chains between your wrists and ankles. <<endif>>
<<if $stripper eq "cop">>"If I had to guess I'd say you have a thing for men in uniform." The blonde says with a grin, and the blush on your face confirms her suspicion. "Yeah, I'd say return the favor." She pulls out what looks like a stereotypical stripper-cop outfit complete with the hat and badge and not at all threatening nightstick. Other than being blood red it looks just like something you'd see back in your old world.<<endif>><<if $stripper eq "tease">> "I think the classic look is best for you." The blonde says as she joins you. "Just stick to the glittery fringe and you'll be fine." <<endif>>
You take her suggestion and slip the <<if $stripper eq "stripper">>classic<<endif>><<if $stripper eq "badgirl">>bondage<<endif>><<if $stripper eq "cop">>cop<<endif>><<if $stripper eq "tease">>classic<<endif>> stripper outfit on. Just as you're finished getting dressed the blue haired girl returns.
"Not so bad today." She smiles. "Ooooh you look hot new girl." She says taking in your form appreciatively. <<if $stripper eq "badgirl">>"Why don't you [[give us a demonstration?|BondageDoll]]<<else>>The door appears again.
"Oh man, already." The blonde sighs. "Your turn new girl. Go get 'em."
[[Dance|NirvanaDance]]
<<endif>>
You consider your options.
[[Volunteer to work in Civil Defense|BioDefense]]
[[Volunteer to Explore and Scavenge the Ruins like Luna and Domingo|BioExplorer]]
[[Do Menial Tasks and Barely Skate By|EndingPASC]]You remember all you learned in the trailer about how to really motivate men. You start to drop hints about how you can't wait until the hobgoblins are finally defeated so that you'll have time to really show your appreciation to the heroes. You 'accidentally' mention a few times how you're curious what human men look like naked and you are absolutely sure to bend over and wiggle provocatively every chance you get.
And it works. Turns out that men on this medieval planet aren't any different than they were on the last one. Haroldsen spends more time pouring over the blueprints to make sure he knows every inch of the place. Bosco and Johnny spar during their downtime to make sure they keep their edge, and Kristoph is practically a ghost until he appears to let you know he's killed several threats to your group up ahead.
You are sure to reward your boys with praise, cheers, kisses and whispered promises of things to come. By the time you arrive at the Tomb these men are fully charged and cannot wait to succeed and get the reward you are so subtly offering.
[[Arrive|Cleric4]]
<<set $elfbonus = "vamp">>You lift your hand to her cheek and caress it, kissing her passionately as her watery kiss is returned with interest. Your hands begin to explore each other, purring as you find sensitive curves to knead and pinch just so. Her body responds just like any other womans and before you know it she has shifted her body so that you are on the bottom of a sixty-nine position.
Her pussy is delicious, refreshing, and everything you could imagine from a water spirit. It doesn't seem to matter much where your tongue goes, as it splashes through her watery form she shakes and squeezes her thighs around your head as her own watery mouth is able to push exactly where it needs to, not limited by the physics of solid form.
After bringing you off several times, she gives you an impish look and dives back in, this time spraying deep into you like a shower head, the spray of water hitting your sweet spot exactly making you scream out loud in time with a huge blast of lighting and thunder that commemorates possibly the best orgasm of your life.
She turns around, crawling up you, kissing your belly, and rubbing it fondly, you hear water sloshing about inside of there and wonder what she has done to you, but too happy to care. The two of you embrace, cuddling, kissing and petting each other.
The next thing you know you are waking up, wondering if that really happened, a watery sloshing in your belly your only memento of that wonderful night in the sky.
[[Wake Up, Push on|SMarku3]]
<<set $fbaby = "yes">><h1><center>Pink Haired Pirate</center></h1>"Stop!!!" You squeal. "You said if I found you again I could join up!"
<<if $sex eq "male">>There is a pause as the crowd parts and the captain approaches you. He glances you up and down and then shakes his head and chuckles. "Goddamn. You certainly changed. If I'm not mistaken you didn't have these." He gropes your tits. "Or this..." he runs a hand over your labia "Last time we met."<<else>>There is a pause as the crowd parts and the captain approaches you. He glances you up and down and then shakes his head and chuckles. "Goddamn. You certainly changed. If I'm not mistaken these were much smaller" He gropes your tits.<<endif>>
<<if $sex eq "male">>The pirates start laughing at you as they realized you are a man transformed into this body. <<endif>>"But I suppose a pirate's word is a pirate's word." The captain says. "You can stick around and be a member of the crew. That means no rapin'." He clarifies to the crew members.
A few melodramatic awwwwwws come from the men but they let you go and untie you from the mast. You are given some clothes. It turns out there aren't any other female members of the crew so you have to improvise. A very short black skirt and a pair of heeled knee high boots and a black laced up half cup corset with a white skull and crossbones over your ribcage. It doesn't provide much in the way of support but complaining that your boobs jiggle too much falls on deaf ears and very eager eyes. You do get a nifty tricorn hat and your own pirate sword and pistol though! You even get an eyepatch, which you decide to wear because it makes you look badass.
You find the pirates play as hard as they ravage. You spend nights with the ship docked in the middle of the empty clouds laughing and singing and dancing the night away. You are predictably very popular amongst the men but rather than fighting over you they become very protective of you as a whole, although that doesn't stop the very frequent pinches and catcalls.
The ship explores the vast skies of heaven far from the city of the Maker and you see many wonderful sights. You find islands of peoples of all sorts of creeds and hunt gigantic sky beasts and even save the entire universe a few times over as you stumble upon holes in the firmament where the devils have begun to sneak in.
You take a lover from time to time, but nothing serious ever emerges. <<if $sex eq "male">>You come to greatly enjoy sex in your new body and being an object of desire for your crew.<<else>>You come to greatly enjoy sex and being an object of desire for your crew.<<endif>> Once you're in of course, you can never leave, which doesn't bother you at all. Why would you want to? All in all, there are many worse ways you could have spent eternity.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingPinkPirate = "yes">>You can't. The feelings are too much, you squeeze your tits and rub your thighs together and start stamping your feet to feel the vibrations traveling up from your bone spurs. You moan and close your eyes as you enjoy the sensations but wish you had more to play with and...
You are jolted back to reality by a searing sensation around your neck and your pleasurable thoughts instantly turning painful.
Julia has summoned a glowing white collar that has attached itself around your neck. It is only about half an inch thick and a delicate looking white-silver chain leads from a ring in the front of it to Julia's hand.
"Now really. I didn't think I would need to put an abstinence collar on a lust demon." She shakes her head as your thoughts are quickly clearing. Unfortunately your desires are still there, just tempered with sharp doses of pain now. The frustration at being unable to release it is even worse now.
You whimper at look at your Holy Mistress with begging eyes. She shakes her head but seems to smile in a fond way at your insatiable nature. A tug on your leash and you are following her again, this time your heels sending painful vibrations instead of pleasurable ones through your body.
You pass several doors until you come to one that is gilded with complex geometric patterns. Julia half-speaks half-sings a short melody of words in a beautiful language you don't recognize, and the door opens.
She stops before walking in. "Now, if you'd like, we can talk about that collar if you want to behave yourself. Or if you aren't ready to have any self control you can just march right in there."
The collar might work as an abstinence tool for a mortal, but you are in a constant state of joyful lust due to your demonic nature, it makes every moment miserable. You can hardly think straight while wearing it. If you want to do anything but whimper with your life, you'd better let her take it off.
[[Yay No More Collar!|SLDCollartalk]]
[[Umm...Step Inside Before she can Remove it|SLDExperiment1]]
<<set $sldcollar = "yes">>You take several deep breaths and wait. They consume a truly staggering amount of wine and it has a great effect on them. Several of them pass out, but the others appear to just get more and more rowdy. They start to discuss breaking into Malleguarde's room and looting it. Uh oh, that means coming in this door. You can't wait much longer.
Waiting for the best moment, you slip out of the door and quickly duck behind a nearby tapestry. There is enough space between the tapestry and the wall that you can fit in without making too much of a bulge in the fabric. The tapestry is woven thinly enough that you can see out of it, just barely.
You inch along the wall closer and closer to the front door. As you are about halfway there you see an orc seated on the far side of the table from you start to sniff at the air. You freeze. Then you glance down and realize you are perfumed from the vanity. Oh crap.
The orc sniffs more and you pray for it to overlook you. It doesn't. It stands up and walks towards the tapestry you are hiding behind.
[[Bolt for the Door!|MalNudeSneakPrettyBolt]]"Oooooh oooooooh yessss!" You moan happily as he leaves big red handprints on your backside. "Yes daddy, yes, I'm so sorry, I'll clean my room I promise oooooh."
"What?" The man says, hand raised, completely stunned.
"Who told you to stop!!" You demand angrily.
"I...." he is obviously taken back and looks around as if an explanation is available elsewhere.
"Spank! Now!" You demand. When he hesitates you glare and fire springs from your eyes, singing his chest. He quickly starts spanking again, as hard as he can.
"Ooooh yes, yes!!!" You squirm delightfully as you bit butt shakes with each impact. "Oh daddy I won't wear the dress you don't like, totally, I'll stop sneaking short skirts to school in my bookbag and changing on the bus! Oooooh!"
The man, completely baffled, keeps spanking you harder and harder until you feel yourself bursting with joy and realize you're actually cumming from the force of it. Meanwhile, your curvy form writhing about in his lap has gotten his nice cock very hard and you can't help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction as it presses into your side. The force of your orgasm however, compels him to cum along with you and he shorts several large bursts of cum across your back and stomach.
He holds off after you stop writhing in his lap, awkwardly glancing from side to side as you relax for a few minutes.
"Done now?" He asks uncomfortably.
"Oh uh, yeah, sure." You say lazily. You hop off of his lap and kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks daddy." You grin.
With a wave of your hand you are totally clean and your ass restored to its pristine un-hand-marked glory. You skip happily down the mountainside looking for a place to conquer.
[[Oh, there's a place!|Pyradown]]You are a lemure. The Pit has not changed, nor has the fact that you are just one of an anonymous horde of gibbering, nearly formless humanoids.
What do you do?
[[Feast|Gluttony]]
[[Fuck|Lust]]
[[Kill|Wrath]]
[[Screw it, Give up|EndingSloth]]"But I don't think you deserve that." You say haughtily, pulling back. He looks like a dying man being deprived of water as you stop touching him. "Not after the way you've behaved."
"I'll change, I'll do better, I'll make it all up to you!" He starts begging and stepping towards you, you put a finger on his chest to stop him.
"Prove it. Prove you'll do anything for me." You say commandingly.
"Name it!" He stammers.
"On your knees." He instantly complies. "Kiss my feet." He hesitates but then obeys, finding your dainty pale feet he begins to press his lips to them over and over.
"Lick my shoes." You say. He shudders a bit at that command but he obeys it, running his tongue over them. It feels a bit like a massage to you and you lean up against the windowsill to relax and enjoy it. "You may kiss up my legs." You say after some time.
He does so, almost rushing up them in no time at all, <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>his head now buried under your big thick skirts so you don't even have to look at him<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>finding no resistance at all in the thin strip of black cloth that hangs between your legs<<endif>>. "You may lick my cunt." You say. "But if you do it poorly you never will again." You spread your legs to give him full access.
It really is quite a performance. He approaches it with the veneration of a man whose life depends on it. He relaxes and rubs you and licks around your lips and even inside briefly before sliding a finger in. When he has your clit engorged he worships it with his mouth applying just the right amount of pressure and blowing on it at just the right times. You can't help but moan out loud and tell this man what a great pussy licker he is. You make him do it for nearly half an hour before you relax and let yourself cum. When you do you squirt on his face and he takes that as an invitation to go harder. He brings you off several more times before you let go of his head and let him emerge.
"You did very well." You say as you regain your senses. He reaches for a rag to wipe his face off with but you stop him. "Don't. You will attend your anniversary party with my pussy juice on your face." You command. He shivers and looks uncomfortable and devastated but nods. "Good boy. Run along now." You say and pat his ass. He turns and looks at you, huge erection tenting in his pants, but walks away sadly.
Well, that was pretty awesome.
[[Go see your sister|Annedomme]]"Do what he says!" You yell quickly, seeing that Kristoph can likely hold them off for enough time for you to retrieve the Crown.
Bosco and Johnny take Haroldsen's arms over their shoulders and help him down the tunnel. "Where are we going?" You shout to him.
"Left ahead, then right, then at the door..." he slumps down, losing consciousness.
"Go, I'll heal him." You drop to one knee and place your hands on Haroldsen's chest. As you concentrate on healing him you hear a scream from behind you. You turn to see a swinging pendulum blade has taken Johnny's head off. You wince at the gory scene.
"Blades..." Haroldsen mutters as he slowly opens his eyes, getting to his feet as your healing spell works.
"Yeah I uh, think we found them." You say, knowing there's nothing you can do for Johnny. The three of you follow Haroldsen's instructions and end up in a larger room with a stone coffin in the middle, the size and shape of a bulky dwarf.
[[Get the Crown|ClericDwarfTomb]]He's nowhere to be found in the village of course. The man never is. You tell your followers to leave you be for a moment and you walk into the hazardous wilderness, following his aura as you sense it.
You realize it will take you several hours to walk to his location and so summon some of your demonic magic to move through the earth at a much greater speed. When you step out of the ground again you on a ledge, looking down at at a small path below.
You see Rock there, his taut form crouched as he waits for something to come up the path. You smile as you see the creature shuffling up the path. It is a four legged beast, resembling a prehistoric mammal-like repitle. Huge fangs line it's mouth, it walks on four legs at a quick pace and wickedly sharp bony ridges line its sides. Rock has been catching these beasts and taming them for your war machine. This is a big one.
You sit and watch him pounce on the creature and wrestle it, fondly admiring his leen muscles as he works. The beast is ferocious, it could kill a small village on its own, but it doesn't stand a chance against your chosen man.
"Well done." You say with satisfaction as Rock snaps a heavy collar and chain around its neck. He glances up at you quickly, surprised that he didn't see you sooner.
"My goddess." He says simply, dropping to a knee as you hop down from the ledge as gracefully as your wobbly body lets you and walk to him.
"Rise my hunter." You say with pride. "You have captured many of these monsters for us. They will serve us well in the battles to come. As will the scouts you have trained." You walk around him, trailing your fingers along his taut muscles. "You shall be rewarded."
His eyes widen as he realizes what you are implying. His cock stiffens and your hand trails down to his loincloth, rubbing fondly on his nice big penis. With your other hand you rub your belly as you step around him, so he can see you.
"Your child will grow here soon." You smile at him. "Come, give your goddess a child worthy of your name."
You can sense his fantasies. He is dreaming of running you down and fucking you like a beast would, a conquering animal. You smile at how vivid that fantasy is. You could let him do it, after all there's nobody around to see. Or you could take charge of him.
[[Give him his fantasy, let him fuck you like an animal|CKRW2]]
[[Take charge and ride him|CKRWA]]You shake your head at the poor thing. "Pathetic." You say loudly enough for the crowd to hear. "You dedicate yourself to inflicting misery on others. You've made yourself so dull and laughable. So I am going to give you a gift. The gift of being my fuck toy." Laughter spreads through your ranks as you roll the angel onto his stomach. "Scream my name all you like." You admonish him, giving him a kick before you drop to your knees behind him.
His ass is tight, boyish, and not at all made for being fucked. Prudish Maker. It will only cost his angels pain when they give in to what they really want. You hold him down as you start to fuck him. "No! NO!" He screams, horrified at being used as a boy toy.
He writhes under you, it just turns you on more. He begs you to stop, that REALLY turns you on. He threatens, he pleads, you just keep fucking him. You bring yourself to several fun orgasms before he finally gives up. In an instant he is suddenly gone. The poor thing chose to fade to oblivion rather than enjoy himself for a few more moments. You scoff and shake your head, good riddance. He was barely ever alive in the first place.
You turn to the King of Anwar-Kull. He is staring at you, horrified, terrified, in awe. He shakes as he drops to one knee. His soldiers rapidly follow suit. Most of the Anwar on the crowd were already kneeling.
You make your way into the city. Your followers are given the same instructions as before. Those who convert are welcomed into your flock. Most do, readily.
"<<print $dname>>! <<print $dname>>!" You hear as you approach the Ziggurat.
[[Take the Crystal|DLDWin]]"I am the lord and master of this and every other hell." You say with superior confidence. "I won't be strutting around in high heels with these on my chest." You give your breasts one last squeeze.
"Of course not Master, it would be most unbecoming of you!" The minions kowtow before you. "Please, take our essence and make yourself whole!"
Now that's more like it. You stand and walk to where they bow and then lift a foot and place it on one of their backs. As you do you command them to give up that which makes them men and surrender it to you.
They do, gladly. You grunt with satisfaction as their masculinity flows through you and your femininity flows into them. The high heeled bone on your minion's back lowers and condenses itself into a demonic hoof. Your legs lose some of their shapeliness but gain muscle and power, and a fine covering of smooth black hair. As the change spread through you, your skin becomes a delightful dark purple color and the tattoos vanish from you. Your cocks lose cohesion and reform into one much larger one complete with a large set of balls underneath. Your asshole remains wet but is now much less accessible. Your waist thickens with muscles and your breasts vanish completely. Your arms see the most gain in bulk, rippling now like a professional athlete's as your face becomes ruggedly handsome. Your horns grow several inches as a long, thick tail with a clubbed ending grows from your lower back.
You smile, taking your new power in, you realize you must appear like a demonic satyr. And you'll probably be behaving like one soon. You move your hoof from off of your minion. She smiles up at you and starts to kiss it. Yes, she. Your minions have become curvaceous wenches with the exchange of essence. They take to your feet and your shins, kissing and licking and worshipping up to your crotch.
You grin down at them and find your cock growing hard, which attracts their attention and they start to suck and kiss at it, taking two of them to even start to satisfy you. You smile and run your hands through their hair.
"You'll need help with that." You say haughtily. "I think I need to [[grow my little harem|dlustminions]]."
<<set $succhest = "flat">>
<<set $succrotch = "lord">>
<<set $sucbody = "lord">>As the magically infused fire spreads dark, drugged smoke over your gathered worshippers you can sense the changes begin in them.
The men are already large and many of them have already begun to rut their mates like basic beasts, but as the change washes over them their fucking intensifies and you smile mischeviously as you know every woman here will leave this gathering with at least one child in their womb.
Of course, that should include yourself. Lead by example after all!
[[No, I will not carry children|ChildFreeCunda]]
[[Command That All Fertile Men Fuck You!|CundaFertileKid]]<<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>
[[Let Grom Claim his Reward for Loyalty, Bear his Children|CundaGromKid]]<<endif>>
<<set $stedtbonus = "fertile">>
<<set $power += 1>>"Quite brave for a god of fire. You'll be quite out of your element." She says, a tone of happiness in her voice. "Assuming you can keep up." And with that she vanishes back into the water.
You do not hesitate, knowing even the slightest delay could lose sight of this nymph forever, you dive right after her. Your heavy body is a bonus here, diving faster as you fall into the deep clear water.
She is invisible here, but your sight can detect her magical energy and you follow that. You have no need to breathe not being truly alive and so you are able to use your powerful body to track hers easily.
You reach the very bottom of the lake, it is still so clear that you can see up to the surface. You see that the island that housed her shrine seemingly has no roots, it is just a patch of land floating in the middle of the lake.
At the bottom a large forest of floating fronds and kelp like vines parts for a clearing where your query is sitting, smiling at you she has become more visible now, standing out slightly in the water around her.
"Sit." She invites you. You settle on the comfortable silt and hear her out.
[[Listen|BLRS2]]"I renounce Him." You gasp. You feel no different. Whatever connection you had with him, either you could not feel it or was it already gone when you came here?
Suddenly as you gasp for breath it floods into your lungs and your eyes flash open. You sit up just as you do, realizing that you are sitting down on what looks like concrete. You see that your body is that of a raven haired, tan skinned woman in her late teens or early twenties. You are fit and athletic, you feel like you could run a marathon. You are wearing a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of dirty white sneakers.
Above you the sky is green. Lightning flashes across it even though there are no clouds. You see that around you are two men, or maybe women, it's impossible to tell from their thick tactical gear and gas masks.
You take several more deep breaths as one of them slips a mask over your head. "Let's go!" He says in a hurry, scooping you up in his arms the two men (or maybe women) take off running quickly.
The landscape you pass over looks like a city that a bomb was hit by. There is rubble everywhere, you hear very large footsteps nearby but can't get a look at anything as the team carries you through tunnels through crushed buildings, eventually going deep underground to what looks like a vault door.
You can't quite see how they do it, but they open it and carry you inside. The man carrying you sets you down, grabs the gasmask off of your head, and they both run out of the room quickly, going deeper into the structure, a door sealing you in behind them.
Before you have a moment to say anything a light comes on over your head. You see the wall in front of you is glass and the people who brought you here are on the other side of it. Their gas masks have been removed. They look like a fairly ordinary man and woman, the sort that it wouldn't have surprised you to see at a shopping mall or grocery store in your past life, but they seem to have gone through a very hard time.
You lift a hand to get their attention and are about to speak when suddenly a greenish gas blasts at you from all sides. You panic, half expecting to cough or drop dead, but it actually feels quite refreshing.
A little surprised, you wave the gas away and stare at them questioningly.
"She's clean." You hear the woman say. "And she renounced."
"Well obviously or she'd be dead." The other says. "Let her in."
The door that the two ran through slides open.
[[See What this is All About|FallOut4]]The tube sucks you into it and you fly through the clouds of paradise. You see quickly that this isn't a physical tube but a magical path. You fly through the Firmament and into the middle realms below, between the clouds of heaven and the pits of hell. In this middle area the stars are bright and space is infinite. You are pulled into a certain planet.
As you approach it you see what Gloria referenced, the shield surrounding the planet glows brightly, but there are windows here and there that will let you in. You are pulled towards one that shows black, nothing. You close your eyes and get sucked into it.
When you open your eyes everything is still black. You hear movement around you, frantic scrambling, screaming, and something hissing loudly.
Something grabs your shoulders. You hear a man's voice yelling.
"Renounce him! Renounce the Maker! Renounce him or you'll face true death!! Quickly!!!" He screams, frantically.
[[Absolutely|FallOut3]]
[[Never|EndingShadowofGod]]"So, the mission." Regina says, all business now.
"You're going to one of the Grey Realms." You aren't surprised to learn this. You were taught all about the Grey Realms in your training. They are between Paradise and the Pit, ruled over by Cosmic beings who are not as strong as the Maker or the Adversary, and who do not necessarily chose either side. They also don't much like the term 'Grey Realms' and prefer to be called the 'Free Lands.'
"The realm is one where your new body will fit right in." She smiles at it. "The people there are a curious mix of artists and philosophers. The land is barren but there are lush oases that cities are built around. The men are expected to be strong, wise, and civilized. The women are expected to be graceful, charming and subservient. The people are led by a Sultan who makes his palace in the most fertile oases in the land. That's where you'll be going."
"So, the Sultan is the being who controls the realm?"
"Yes, and no." Regina says. "The being in question actually resides in a mundane object that is in the Sultan's possession. He obeys the commands of the Sultan. It will be up to you to determine whether to charm the Sultan or the being directly."
"Wait." You say, putting it together. "A being of phenomenal cosmic power with an itty bitty living space that serves a Sultan? A genie?"
"That's what he considers himself." Regina says, nodding. "It's a bit curious. Nothing could restrain a being like that. We speculate that he prefers to let others make his decisions and has bound himself in his prison. Or perhaps he has been deceived and is not truly bound at all."
"Deceived?" You ask. "That would imply..."
"Yes, the Adversary would typically be the one to employ such tactics. We fear he will be sending his own envoys to attempt to rope the genie into his service."
You nod. "So, what sort of support do I have?"
Regina smiles. "We will be sending a dozen constructs to serve you. They will take the forms similar to the men of the region. They will be your servants. You are to portray yourself as royalty."
"You also will gain a few special powers. You will be able to detect when magic and witchcraft are at work, and you will be able to undo the effect of curses. It's going to be expected of a mystic woman, so nobody should be too surprised."
"Now," she says. "Here is the thing. Due to the attitudes towards women in this realm, you cannot claim to be traveling 'alone.' Servants don't count." She pauses. "Your cover story must be that you have arrived ahead of either your father or your husband. We have an agent of the Velvet Glove standing by to arrive a week after you." You nod, recalling how you learned about the Velvet Glove. They are a Seraph branch, meaning they are male angels, specialized in covert operations. They are largely considered to be rather brutal and callous, with a rather badly kept secret competition to see who can bed the most Heralds.
"Now, consider this carefully. If you claim to be married you won't be as interesting to the men of the Sultan's court, and in fact many of them will avoid speaking to you entirely. If you claim to be available, you may be a little too interesting. This also means you'll have at most a week to get this done. Once your father or husband arrives you'll be breaking custom if you operate without them. So, what do you think?"
[[I'll Play it Safe, Have Him be my Husband|HeraldHusband]]
[[I Need to be Free to Operate, Have Him be my Father|HeraldFather]]
//Unfinished Path - Herald//
//Unfortunately this path is unfinished. Click [[Here|Start]] if you would like to start over and explore another path.//<<remember $UFPHerald = "yes">>
You smile at him as he drops into a wrestler's stance. You do the same and the two of you circle each other. While he's sizing you up physically, however, you're tapping into your demonic essence and spreading an overpowering lust to his mind.
As you watch his cock starts to twitch and grow harder. He glances down, surprised, then blushes in embarrassment. You don't give him the chance to bow out though and rush in instantly at that moment. You pretend as though you are making a wrestling move, with one hand around his waist and the other grabbing for his leg, but 'accidentally' grabbing his rock hard cock instead.
He panics, shoving at your hand and trying to get it off of him. You take advantage of the moment and get behind him, pressing your own hard cock up against his tight and obviously virginal little rosebud. "Ready to submit?" You purr into his ear as you stroke him and press at his ass.
His response catches you off guard. He grabs your head and shoulder and throws you over the top of his body, slamming you to the ground in front of him. Before you know it he has both of your arms trapped behind you and you are on your knees with him behind you.
The tables are turned, and even if you wanted to he is far too turned on to cool off now. "I never submit!" He snarls. "You're going to find out what happens to bitches that grab my cock!" He shouts and you feel his cock shoving its way past your sphincter.
Being a lust demon, it doesn't feel bad at all, in fact it feels wonderful. But you know he'll enjoy it more if you make him feel strong and powerful so you whimper as if defeated and embarassed as he starts to slam into you. Your asshole lubricates itself naturally and feels just as good as any pussy to fuck, as Matthias find out to his surprise. His rage turns into pure lust and soon he is putting so much pressure on your trapped arms that he would likely be breaking them if you were mortal, and the same could be said of your ass. After several long minutes of balls slapping against your ass he pulls out and cums hard, spraying all over your back. He laughs and wipes himself off in your hair.
Then he seems to gather his senses and makes the Maker's holy sign several times, starts begging for forgiveness and runs out of the room.
Julia appears in front of you then, shaking her head. "I'm going to have to convince him that was all a dream." She shakes his head. "I think he liked you though. And the fact that he didn't instantly get struck down proves I'm right about a few things at least." She glances down at your cum splattered back. "Oh clean yourself up." She says, rolling her eyes.
[[What Next?|SLDX1AfterBoy]]<<set $sldmpreg = "yes">><<set $sldx1 = "boyfucked">><h1><center>Cyborg</center></h1>As soon as you access the data you feel a surge of electricity through your robotic and biological body components. A stream of data flows before your eyes. Too late you realize that the mole devils built a back door directly into your brain when they repaired you. A back door that Zajj has just accessed.
"Do not despair." You hear his metallic voice hiss in your head. "I respect your power. I will use it well. This is merely to ensure that you do not use it against me." Indeed you find yourself unable to form thoughts against him.
Otherwise you are unaffected and get back to work. When Zajj arrives the forges are operational again and building the large gunships that the forge world's forces specialized in. They will make excellent vehicles for spreading your attacks to other worlds.
Zajj informs you that this will be your specialty. He intends to undertake the construction of titanic war machines, far greater than what the resources of this system could manage. You are to take his devils and raid systems deep in wildspace for the necessary parts.
You can't think to disobey, and so depart. Your missions are greatly varied, some involve simply taking a single item, some involve enslaving locals and forcing them to mine for months, others are unsuccessful as the locals defend themselves too fiercely.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingCyborgRaider = "yes">>You glance at your hands and body, expecting some sort of change caused by the gas. There is none. You are still the tan, dark haired young woman you saw outside. Blinking, a bit off balance by all this, you step through the door and see the five people who took you here. They are both tan skinned like yourself, and dark haired.
One steps forward, he is a few years older than you and quite a bit taller. Scars criss-cross his face and his hair is cut short, military style. He has the aura of the leader about him. "I'm Domingo." He says simply. "This is Luna," he points to his companion, a woman who is about your age, but wider framed and with streaks of white in her hair. "Sorry for the rough welcome. What's your name?"
"My name uh..." You can't remember. "I umm..."
"Don't remember? That's normal. What should we call her Domingo?"
"How about..."
"No that's terrible, how about Kayla. She looks like a Kayla." Luna says with a smug grin at her partner.
"There's no arguing with her. Nice to meet you Kayla." Domingo says with a smile and a shake of his head. A thousand questions burn through your mind. You open your mouth to start asking them.
"You're in Santannhausen." Luna says, as if to cut off your first question. "It used to be a huge metropolis. Now it's in ruins."
You glance to Domingo as if looking for reassurance that this is true. He nods. "Your God tries to send his lackeys through from time to time. The ones that weren't born on similar planets, or who are too far gone to becoming non-human get fried on entrance. Those that are still mostly mortal can live here if they renounce him."
"And if I hadn't?" You ask, wondering what they would have done.
"You would have suffocated to death. Before you renounced him, it was only your Maker's power that let you breathe, let you exist. Without it you fade." Domingo says. "We've blocked his power here, so you can only exist if you kick that parasite out of your soul and do it yourself, they can't keep you alive here."
"They?" You ask.
"Them." Luna responds. "The Maker, the Adversary, any of the dozens of lesser cosmic beings in between them. If you serve any of them, you can't live here. They're blocked from this world."
[[How?|FallOut5]]You take several deep breaths and wait. They consume a truly staggering amount of wine and it has a great effect on them. Several of them pass out, but the others appear to just get more and more rowdy. They start to discuss breaking into Malleguarde's room and looting it. Uh oh, that means coming in this door. You can't wait much longer.
Waiting for the best moment, you slip out of the door and quickly duck behind a nearby tapestry. There is enough space between the tapestry and the wall that you can fit in without making too much of a bulge in the fabric. The tapestry is woven thinly enough that you can see out of it, just barely.
You inch along the wall closer and closer to the front door. As you are about halfway there you see an orc seated on the far side of the table from you start to sniff at the air. You freeze. Your body has likely never been washed, sitting as an unused clone in the Pit all those years. If anything you should smell worse than these monsters.
The orc sniffs a few more times, gives an angry look to the orc sitting next to him, and then goes back to eating. You breathe a sigh of relief and make it to the front door. It's propped open, apparently these beasts like the breeze better than security. Goodness this place really falls apart with the Sorceress.
You slip out the front door and into the woods. You wince as you cut your feet and hands scrambling through the thick forest, but you make it away from the tower. Now, what to do...
[[Play it Safe|EndingHedgeWitch]]
[[Live Dangerously|ForestFunScene]]<h1><center>Serving in Heaven</center></h1>You turn and walk out the door, doing what you can to block view of your naked form. Most people don't seem to mind too much, to your surprise. They all seem very busy, going where they have to go, doing what they have to do. Nobody seems to have time for you.
You eventually find a clothing shop and one of the angels working there gives you a sad look as she gives you a white sundress. It hangs down to your knees and has short sleeves and is otherwise quite modest.
Still lacking any purpose, you continue to wander the streets. Eventually you meet a few other angels like yourself and you spend time with them. Your conversations are listless, your activities are bland, and you find yourself looking forward most of all to when a call goes out on the speakers that hang from every corner post. These calls ask for emergency help at certain locations, working in factory lines, helping out at events, etc. Nothing too exciting, nobody would trust a washout with anything too important, but at least it gives you something to do.
Sometimes you think back to Della's challenge and wonder what would have happened if you had just gone through with it, but your pride keeps you from going back.
You spend the rest of your days this way, timidly staying out of the way of more important angels and trying to entertain yourself and your friends as you pass the time. <<if $sex eq "male">>You never come to terms with being female, and none of the other washouts have enough nerve to seduce you anyway. <<endif>>You end up watching couples jealously, wishing you had their sort of connection, but it never happens.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingServinginHeaven = "yes">>"I am <<print $dname>>. I am power incarnate. Bow before your god, worm!" You intone, your voice rumbling and the fiery veins under your skin shining with white hot light.
The man steps back, eyes widening as he raises his weapon. With a thought you conjure one of your own, a gigantic obsidian axe which drips molten lava. Your snarl matches his as you flare your nostrils and stamp your hoof in challenge.
The man falters then, realizing he cannot win. He drops to one knee.
"Smarter than you look." You say, dismissing your weapon with a thought. "Take me to my people."
He nods in agreement, then stands and leads you out of the cave.
[[Arrive at your Village|Cindervillage]]
<<set $cinderrock = "threaten">>Well, Julia wanted you to seduce the princess. It looks like you'll have to warp her personality just a smidgen first. Okay more than a smidgen.
You start by talking to her about the books she loves. After learning the plots you use your magic to alter the books, inserting sexual subtexts and subtle references to unfulfilled desires.
It is a slow process, the Princess isn't easy to influence at all, but after a few months you start to notice her much more distracted than usual, biting her lips or her fingers when she thinks nobody is looking. You grin to yourself and step up your alterations to her texts and even make slight changes to her paintings.
Christina expresses greater interest in you as she gets more distracted, and feel the time is right to spring your secret on her.
[[Well, Time to Get to Work!|PrincessCorruptJulia]]"What was that about?" You ask as the Valkyrie flies through the clear sky with you.
"That woman." The Valkyrie shakes her head. "She enjoys twisting women into cartoonish playthings for men. She calls them her Dolls. She'd have turned you into one if the Maker had allowed it." There is undisguised contempt in the warrior woman's voice. The Valkyrie wraps her arms around your waist and flaps her wings. They easily lift the two of you up into the sky and you are off.
You allow her to carry you through the sky for what seems like quite some time until she tilts her wings and begins to descend upon a small cloud that floats above the main cloud floor of Heaven. As you near it you see the terrain is soft green grass mixed with large trees and there is one, large wooden hall built in the middle.
The Valkyrie tells you she is going to let go of you, and to glide to the ground yourself. You nod, feeling confident and not wanting to seem weak around this strong woman. You unfurl your wings and somewhat clumsily, but successfully manage to land, albeit stumbling to all fours as you do.
The Valkyrie lands gracefully in front of you. She has a smile on her face as she offers you hand up. "Don't worry my sister, you'll soon be flying like an eagle." She pats you on the back and extends a hand.
"I didn't want to waste time in the Doll House. I'm Greta. It's my turn to have the newest recruit in my squad. You'll be one of us Red-Tails."
"Red tails?" You ask, dusting yourself off.
"We work as small teams, less than ten on each squad. Squad captains like myself report to our Marshal, you'll meet her later on. The squad are named for predators. I was always fond of the red tailed hawks in my mortal life, so that's what we are."
[[So, what do we do now?|Valk2]]
//Checkpoint Reached - The Valkyries//
<<remember $CheckPtValkyrie = "yes">>"Now." Greta says with a smile. "You show me what you've got." She points to a cleared area near the long hall, where you see some other warrior women sparring with various weapons.
"But, but I'm brand new at this I can't keep up with you!" You protest. "I barely know how to fly and..." You find yourself horrified of letting her down and being sent back for a new job.
"Don't worry." Greta says with a reassuring grin. "I'll go easy on you. I'm going to train you, not demoralize you. Let's go."
Instead of taking you to the sparring field, Greta lead you into the long hall. The first room you walk into is a massive arsenal, filled with sets of armor, weapons and tactical gear. You raise your eyebrows, impressed.
"We tend to stick to close combat weapons, and tend to deploy ourselves into timelines and situations that let our opponents, and more importantly our allies, see us fighting up close and personal." She explains the lack of missiles and siege engines.
You find a suit of un-decorated chainmail armor that fits comfortable around you and strap yourself into it, pulling your long hair back with a thick leather cord. Although the armor is heavy, you are more than strong enough to wear it without suffering from any real fatigue, you could probably wear it for days without suffering for it.
Greta asks you to pick up several weapons and carry them out to the sparring field. "We need to see what you work best with." She explains.
[[One Way to Find Out|ValkWeaponTest]]Now that's a dress for a sorceress if you've ever seen one! You tap the hanger and it lifts itself off of the rack.
You smile and raise your hands as the slinky dress wraps itself under and up and around you. It has no support for your large breasts, but they're perky enough that you don't really need it thankfully. It is entirely backless with the very low cut neckline extending almost down to your bellybutton and the two thin pieces of cloth that somewhat cover your breasts meeting behind your neck where a silver clasp keeps them in place. Your arms are completely bare. The dress is slit extremely high up both of your legs, leaving each of them totally bare if you so much as move an inch. You can't help but admire how incredibly sexy it makes you look in the magic mirror. A very lacy black set of panties floats over to you, making you lift up one leg and then the other as it slides up under the dress.
The closet isn't quite finished though. Silver bracelets latch themselves around your wrists, rings adorn your slender fingers, a thin silver chain necklace drapes itself around your neck and you find yourself suddenly lifted by invisible arms as a pair of calf-high stiletto-heeled booties lace themselves around your dainty feet. They are open toed so your painted toenails are still displayed. Finally a pair of dangly silver earrings jumps into your ears, making you yelp as they pierce them in the process.
You return to your reflection and can hardly believe how attractive you are. You can see why people would worship this woman.
"Well, for a body snatcher you certainly pull off the look right." The mirror concedes. "You dropped a ring there in front of you though."
"Oh." You bend over, holding your cascades of wavy hair back as you look for it.
"Yes, now wiggle your shoulders a bit." The mirror mutters, you look up and realize that bent over you're giving him a perfect cleavage shot.
"Are all magic mirrors so juvenile?" You respond, straightening up.
"I wouldn't know, I've never met any others." The mirror responds dryly.
[[Head on Out|MalleDoor]]<<set $malcloset = "done">><<set $clothes = "sorc">>By this time many months have passed and Malone isn't getting any younger. He is missing more and more work and the stress of the job is getting to him. When you go to Dalton to suggest that it is time for Malone to retire the leader listens to you.
Soon there is a retirement party being thrown. Malone looks both peeved and relieved. You make sure that he knows how much his hard work is appreciated, even giving him a warm kiss that draws applause from the crowd. You also make sure that everyone knows that you're the only one fit to take over.
The next day you're in charge. With your new position you have power to make requisitions and send the scavenging teams out looking for certain items you need to boost your power. The influence of the Oblivion-powered shield spreads wider and wider.
That's when you have the idea to broadcast a message outside of your shield, compelling those who are sick of the influence of the Cosmic Powers to join you here. Once the word gets out your numbers swell from a few hundred to many thousands.
With this much to manage you are able to lead your people into reclaiming the surface, building devices that cleanse the air and water, and bringing power and modern convenience to your new society.
[[Live Long and Prosper|EndingAtheistUtopia]]<h1><center>The Demon King's Breeding Cow</center></h1>"Grom is not just King of the Mountain." The man says, strength and power flowing through his voice. "Grom is the King of Demons!" He stands and roars and as he does so you notice his skin cracks, pulsating power like lava under the surface. Demonic horns grow from his face and his eyes glow with demonic fire.
"You will serve Grom well, hell whore." He says, pulling off your gag, no longer afraid of you. "You will bear sons for Grom and his chosen. You will kneel at Grom's feet and serve him and you will serve my sons."
Minotaurs come to stand at his side now. They snarl down at you, huge cocks standing ready.
"Take your fill of your mother." He says to them and then, giving you one last smirk of triumph before you start screaming.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingCundaCow = "yes">>You had expected to be taken to a more formal briefing and given specifics for a mission, but that is not the case. Instead you are led to a large bubbling bathtub and asked to relax. Soaking in a tub does sound very nice, so you agree. Although your mind does not tire, it can become confused and overwhelmed if you work too much for too long.
You finally say goodbye to the short shorts and halter top you've been wearing since you left the party at the trailer park, the servants whisk it away and you bid it good riddance as you lower yourself into the bubbling tub. It is sheer bliss to relax.
You vaguely become aware that your long hair is being played with. Without opening your eyes you ask who is there and you hear the voices of the two women who walked you into the tower what seems like months ago.
"We're just getting you ready." They say excitedly, running what you assume is a brush through your thick locks. "Regina has a very special mission for you. You're going to need to look your best."
You hear a thick powder being poured into the water. You feel the angels each attending to one of your hands and one of your feet and them softly cleaning your face. You've never felt so pampered.
[[That's Enough, Thanks|HeraldTub2]]Your new surroundings are suddenly all that you sense. Julia is gone. With her gone also absent are the magical chains of obedience and restrictions on your power. You welcome those limitaions being absent, but swear when you realize that you still cannot milk yourself. That was a part of the spell that gave you your new body, and apparently you are stuck with it. The mounting pressure in your breasts is the first of your problems.
Glancing around you, you see you are on a cliff overlooking an ocean. The cliff is about thirty feet above the water below you, and far off in the distance you see the sails of some small ships. They are too far away to make out any real details and are all far out in the ocean. You do not see any end to the water.
Suddenly you detect movement behind you and whirl about just in time to see a large heavy net being thrown over your frame. You gasp in shock as you find yourself trapped, a man on either end of the net pulling it around you quickly and trapping you in a tight capture.
The men are tan skinned, dark haired, and dark featured with mannerisms and dress that suggest they are some sort of thief or pirate.
"What in the gods names is it?" One asks the other.
"Fucked if I know, but I think we just made a mint." He says, greed in his eyes. They mean to sell you!
[[Fight!|FierceCow]]
[[Submit|SlaveCow]]It's time to see what Johnny Law knows. But there's a number of ways to approach this.
Bower said he had a friend named Sergeant Thomas. Name dropping him will probably get you through the front door. But after that the cops will probably take you about as seriously as Bower did at first. You could impress them with stories of catching bad guys up north or otherwise prove you've got the stuff.
But of course, it might be easier to just use this body. You're sure Sergeant Thomas wouldn't mind trading some information and favors around for bending you over the hood of his patrol car.
You think of what you should do...
[[Go in and talk to them cop to cop|GMenish]]
[[Use your feminine wiles|Gbadgebunny]]"Lur'grish?" You say as you walk up to Wendy's mate. He glances at you and doesn't seem to think much of what he sees.
"Think your egg provider is over there." The lizard points towards Unklangor and returns to his drink. He appears to be very intent on sitting alone and not interacting with his fellow Krutjan.
You don't give up that easy. This guy is the key to something, you just know it. So you start taunting him. Suggesting that he's scared of the others because he isn't as strong or as clever or as rich as them. At first he just seems annoyed, but then he becomes more and more aggravated.
It's when you start implying that the reason he smells like devils is that he's trying to buy performance enhancers from them that he really snaps.
"Look you little slag if what I'm doing pans out we'll all be lucky for the rest of our lives." He says forcefully, slamming his drink down.
That makes you blink. An odd choice of words. Lucky...
So you switch tactics and suddenly act impressed, contrite, and forgiving. Unfortunately he doesn't give you any more information and you have to give up, defeated.
Unklangor is acutely aware of the fact that you spent so much time with his rival. He has his servants take you back to your suite.
You sleep restlessly trying to figure out where you go from here.
[[Wake Up to Alarms|Day3LoseL]]"Who's asking?" You say, trying to sound tough, holding your cigarette to the side as you turn and face him. As he gets closer you can see he's a wide-shouldered man, no taller than you but at least twice as heavy. He has short, curly, black hair and squinty blue eyes.
"Got a smart mouth huh?" He says, stepping uncomfortably close to you. You take a step back, pressed up against the guardrail that stops you from plummeting down the cliffside.
"Back off." You say. He stares at you for a few moments, and you find your gun in your trenchcoat pocket and get ready to make a move. But he grins and steps back.
"Got a smoke?" He asks you. Seeing a chance to avoid another confrontation you take out your pack and give him one. "The boss says none of us can smoke anymore." He explains. "Ever since his brother showed him up by buying that cigarette company." He chuckles. "Rich people and their problems. You know anything about that sister?"
"I think you're about to tell me." You say coyly.
The man laughs and turns back to you. "Smart little cookie aren't you? Yeah, you're too close. Stepped outta bounds. Makes the top dogs nervous, you know what I mean?" He blows the smoke out at the ocean. "So, you gonna back off or are the dogs gonna start barking?"
[[Sure pal, I'm backing off|G2MSnWA2]]
[[How bout you and me spend some time together big boy?|G2MsSeduce]]<h1><center>Whipping Girl</center></h1>The part of you that yearned for freedom surrenders deep inside as the minion finishes checking himself and steadies his grip on your lovely natural heels. The devil above you reaches down and places his hand on your head. Your eyes begin to glow red as he takes control, and your memory goes blank.
You don't know how long has passed before you are finally aware of yourself again. You can't see a thing, a soft blindfold is around your head and you'll never be able to remove it. Your body has changed, growing smaller and more curvaceous. There are pleasure and pain centers all over and you've gained the ability to regenerate very quickly. Your four large breasts jiggle pleasantly, bound together by an o-ring quadkini set with runes of binding that prevent you from forming plans to escape. Your two cocks are always in some start of regrowth, as your Master loves the way you scream when he rips them off. While your legs and arms are adorned with colorful clothing that sways around you when you dance, your crotch is always uncovered. Piercings hang from all over your body. Small, delicate chains connecting your bellybutton to your nipples to your lips and around again. Piercings sometimes are put in your cocks, but only to be ripped out again.
The number of ways you've been castrated is truly impressive. From having it dipped in molten lead, to having it wrapped in hot coals, to frozen solid and shattered, to all sorts of profane magics and mundane blades. Sometimes you are allowed to grow balls just so they can be crushed in a vice or chewed off by a dull toothed minion.
Still, when your Master isn't actively torturing you, it isn't bad being his pet. Although you aren't allowed to see anything invisible servants massage you and keep you clean and beautiful. Sometimes he even fucks you in a way that you enjoy, although that is rare. More often than not you find a lot of pleasure in the visiting demons he loans you to, they are, not surprisingly usually more kind to you than your Master is, although not always.
As you swing your hips and sway your body on the tabletop you hear the lustful roars of the demons below you. You are starting to recognize various species by smells, although no two demons are ever exactly alike. You wonder which one will earn your Master's favor and be given you as a toy tonight. You hope it isn't a type that lays eggs. Or that Master gives it any ideas about teeth and knives and fire. As you bend over to shake your body you feel a sharp tug on your leash, pulling you back to Master's throne.
As you are dragged down the table past the various guests your feel their hands, and tentacles and various other appendages probing you appraisingly. One of them will get you tonight. You hope again that it's a nice one. You always treat the nice ones so well, and you've come to enjoy it.
...but not quite as much as what the really, really, mean ones do to you.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingWhippingGirl = "yes">>When your eyes finally flutter open you can tell somehow that several days have gone by. "I think she's coming to...can you hear me princess?" You can hear the nurse's voice.
You are still in the stirrups and arm braces. Apparently the doctor is still at lunch.
As your eyes flutter open you glance down and repress the urge to scream as a pair of truly big, truly beautiful breasts hang off of your chest. Your can't really see much of your stomach past them but that means it isn't swollen anymore. You can't see your legs either, but you can feel your cock is still there. "I'm awake.." You mutter weakly.
"Good." The nurse walks over to you and kisses you lovingly on the cheek. "I had so much fun enhancing you. You have no idea. Giving a man these big tits just..." she squeezes your cock lovingly as if barely able to repress her passion. "Let's just say I had to take several breaks." She laughs and kisses you on the forehead.
"What else did you do to me?" You moan, wishing you could rub your head but you can't reach it.
"See for yourself." She says. With the press of a button the bed starts straightening up so that you are now sitting up in the bed and you see for the first time that there is a mirror on the opposite wall. The hand restraints move with you.
You gasp in astonishment as you see your hair and wings are a completely new color. Instead of the white you came in with or the black you left for your mission with, both are now a very light, decidedly girly shade of lilac. Your hair falls down to your breasts and is very thick and wavy. Your face is done up in matching makeup, light purple lip gloss and eyeshadow and almost pink eyeliner and blush and dark purple mascara. Your fingers and toenails are also both painted the same matching color. "Did you give me another spongebath?" You mutter.
"Several." The nurse replies happily. "But that isn't makeup, we decided to make it simpler and just change the color of your skin. Heralds do it all the time for their missions, don't worry it's all reversible."
She glances at the bucket between your legs and smiles. "Well looks like you are finally empty." She yanks the tube out of your asshole causing you to gasp as the uncomfortable sensation passes through you. She moves the bucket to the side where you see four other buckets, all with lids, all marked "full." You gulp in embarrassment.
"Oh, well you've recovered quite nicely." A man says from the door. Finally the doctor!
[[Let me out!!!|lilacsissy2]]You throw the door open and step into the room. The orcs and ogre stop chewing and stare at you, panic at first flashing in their dull eyes before they glare at you and sniff at the air.
"Stop stealing my stores at once!" You proclaim. "This insubordination will be punished, outside, all of you!" You point at the door.
A few of the orcs get up and meekly head for the exit, but the larger and smarter ones chuckle.
"You ain't da boss lady." One of them says, pointing at you with a partially eaten turkey leg. "Boss lady don't smell like one a us."
"Yeah, she much prettier." Another one says. "And you ain't so pretty."
"That means you ain't the boss lady." A third one says catching on. They stand from the table and advance on you. You turn to run back up the stairs but the door slams shut in your face.
You don't last long against them. And when they've had their fun enough to break you, you find yourself back in a familiar spot...
[[Wake Up|MalBadPit]]
<<set $malbad = "orcs">>+++++TOP SECRET+++++
Juggernaut Protocol 16. Not for dissemination to non-authorized personnel. Violators will be nominated for extinguishment.
//I'd be more effective if I had //
[[A) Lots of Guns|Jug2Guns]]
[[B) Control of the Elements |Jug2Ele]]
[[C) Mastery of my own Body |Jug2Monk]]
<<set $jug1 = "alien">><h1><center>Big City Life</center></h1>"Alright kid, you got it." You say, leaning in for a kiss. The two of you embrace passionately until Katy winces from the pain in her midsection and is forced to break it off. You spend the rest of the flight together.
When you land you help her out and make the journey to your contact's hospital. He takes over the care of Katy and you remain by her side at times, but spend the rest of your time seeking a home for the two of you.
By the time she is released you've worked out a deal where you work security for an row of specialty shops in exchange for living in a loft above them. It is very spacious if hardly luxurious, but it has everything a young angel and devil need to start their lives together.
Despite your love for each other, you and Katy's relationship is hardly idyllic. The hot tempered succubus snaps at you more than you'd like and she still has a bad habit of shoplifting from time to time. You grow accustomed to these things, and she stops complaining about you starting fights with any other man that looks at her.
The two of you are average denizens of Rubric - amoral, beautiful, ambitious renegades. You fuck each other like rabbits and scream at each other like harpys but you'd never even think about leaving each other. Every once in awhile the Glove sends a wet behind the ears young angel to try to talk you into coming back but you always send them packing. Katy does the same to the servants of the devil she ran from so long ago. It's not a bad life at all, all things considering.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingBigCityLife = "yes">>How are you going to get through to this lost soul if you burst in all wrath of the lamb? "Make me look human." You say.
"Very well." Della nods. She holds up a mirror. "Something this child won't be shocked to see then...how's that?" You hadn't even realized you had changed.
You see a rather pale skinned young lady with black hair cut so that your face is framed by some cute bangs. You appear in your teens. You are wearing a rather unremarkable set of jeans with sneakers and a tank top. Brushing your silky black hair back from your cute face you nod in agreement. "I look human enough." You concede. "Well..."
The door opens. Your challenge to help a lost soul awaits.
[[Let's Save a Soul|MercyFriend2]]"Yes. I need it to be a bit more..." You search for the word. "Diverse." You smile. "How would I do that?"
"Drain the energy from us, my <<if $sucsex eq "lady">>Lady <<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "liege">>Liege<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "lord">>Lord<<endif>>!" The minions reply quickly. "If you wish to become strong, drain our strength, skilled, drain our talent..."
"If I want to be more manly drain your cocks?" You laugh.
"No eh, our, uh, essence..." The minion babbles. "Although if you wanted to..."
"Silence, it was a joke." You rub your temples. "Fine." You stand up from your throne as your minions grovel before you. You place a hand on each of their heads and concentrate. You feel the power flowing from them, they are giving it to you willingly. You reshape your body. One of your cocks pulls into yourself growing into a lovely pussy while a rather nice set of balls pushes out just below the other cock.
It was quite easy. You open your eyes and see your minions have changed. Having drained both masculine and feminine essence from them they are even more androgynous than before. They are, if anything, more attractive and appealing in an exotic way.
You examine your body. Your form is largely the same as before besides your new crotch, although you notice your nails are now shaped like female styled fingernails dipped in gold, matching your now metallic golden hair. You remain strong and powerful, the natural heels, now golden like your hair, are just as tall as before. Your horns are a few inches longer, shining a bright metallic silver, and you feel a thin tail with a sharp silver tip has sprung from your backside. Your skin is still tan, and still marked with black runes, but they are more subtle than before, and dance and change with your mood.
"You resemble a true devil my <<if $sucsex eq "lady">>Lady <<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "liege">>Liege<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "lord">>Lord<<endif>>!" Your minions fawn before you. You smile, of course you do.
"More." You say simply. "I need to [[acquire more minions|dlustminions]]."
<<set $sucbody = "herm">>
<<set $succrotch = "herm">>"So what all else did you mess around with?" You say, intrigued. "You look like you've done more than just learn a few sneaking spells."
"I was made a part of an ancient order." Kali admits to you. "Assassins from the days that time forgot. They are forced to undergo a treatment that gives us the means to disguise ourselvse as whatever those around us wish to see."
"Huh. That would explain why most of the nobles in there acted like they knew you. Or acted like they didn't but really did if you know what I mean." You say, thinking outloud.
"Yes, what do you see when you look at me." You explain what you see and Kali blinks. "Impossible...that is my true form...your must be wholly immune."
"Well I kinda like it." You smile at them. "But I wish I could tell whether to call you my Lord or my Lady."
"Technically it's both." Kali says with a playful, but a bit embarassed grin.
"You're kidding..." Your eyes drift down to their crotch.
"No, part of the initiation ritual. It's required. Without it everyone would always see us as either male or female. We wouldn't be able to seduce our way into most places."
You cock your head. "You're a hermaphrodite assassin who can cast mystical infiltration spells here to kill one of our generals." You smile. "You know, you're being awfully free with all this information and ..." Oh no. "You're gonna kill me aren't you?"
"My dear I'm afraid to say I already have." Kali lifts their gloved hand, you see a very thin needle extending from their ring finger. You glance down at your own hand and see a very small scratch from his hand caressing yours.
"How long do I have?" You say, not really that worried. It's not like you'll actually die.
"A half turn of the hourglass at most."
"Oh," You brigthen up. "Enough time for a quickie!"
"What??" Kali was obviously not expecting that reaction.
[[Have a quickie with the hermaphrodite assassin before their posion kills you|Assex2]]How you know this exactly you aren't sure, but you understand due to some sort of demonic racial memory that above the Pit are multiple layers which could charitably be called Hell, and above that is the black void of wildspace. Stars twinkle in this void, and mortal worlds float here. Additionally there are several celestial realms that owe allegiance to neither your Lord or the one above. In other words, a lot of space to conquer.
You announce your plans to cheers from your assembled devils, with one exception.
"D-depart this place?" Krultor stammers as he looks up in the sky, where stars twinkle in the far distance signifying the wildspace that mortal worlds and the unconquered realms occupy. He then glances in the direction you were marching before. "Wouldn't you prefer to keep marching?" He stammers, "I'm sure there's something just...just that wa-ERK." He is still pointing that direction as you take his head off with a swipe of your claws.
This leads to a reaction you somewhat suspected. About half of your troops roar angrily and start attacking the other half. Apparently Krultor had only given up some of his soldiers to your loyalty. Not entirely surprising. When you join the battle it becomes much shorter. Your troops are strong but no match for you individually, and the chaos of the situation makes it impossible for them to gang up on you.
When the dust settles you still have a small handful of soldier devils with you. They are the strongest of your troops by far, which is likely why they lived through the fracas.
And then the ground starts to shake. All around you crevasses open and mole-like demons covered from head to toe in dark plate armor wielding nasty looking rifles emerge. There are hundreds of them.
You snarl and prepare to sell your life dearly when one emerges directly in front of you that stands a head taller than the rest and whose armor is inlaid with golden runic patterns that make it difficult to look directly at him. His form shifts and warps as if fading in and out of reality.
"Newcomer." He says in a voice that echoes metallically inside his helmet. "You have killed my spy. You have killed my soldiers. You have drenched this plateau in blood." You prepare to charge him and at least take out the leader of these devils if he threatens you.
"I have use of one of your talents." The words take you slightly aback. "And you have need of one who can provide slaughter sufficient to quench even your thirsts. Join me, lead my armies on the surface. You will have all the blood your twisted heart could ever desire."
[[Blood for the Devil Moles!|WrathJoinMoles]]
[[I Serve No One|WrathPrideEnd]]"No," You say and he almost visibly deflates. "But I'm here to help."
"My last lawyer said they'd go easy on me if I said I did it." He starts to sniffle a little. "But they're trying to give me the chair. You gotta help me!" He doesn't even seem to care that much who you are exactly, you get the impression he'd beg anyone who walked in here for help.
"I know you didn't do it." You say. That makes him stop sniffling and look up at you. "But I can't help you if I don't figure out who really did it. So you gotta tell me everything."
Joe looks at you and shakes his head. "I don't know anything though."
"You have to know something." You say, your patient voice wavering a little as you try to get some useful information from him. "Did you know Ashley Morgan?"
"Don't think I ever saw her before that fuckin' detective showed me the pictures. Well, maybe here and there, my memory isn't so good."
"What detective? Who was it?"
"Uh..." he thinks, looking around and down at his hands as he tries to remember. "...Harris. His name was Harris. Fat stupid fucker." He spits on the ground.
"Okay, so what were you doing when she died?"
Joe shrugs. "It wasn't no different than any other day for me. I was just lookin' for something to sell or get drunk with." He says, looking a bit embarrassed admitting this to you.
"Did you find anything?"
"Nah, China Mike scared me off from his corner so I used the change I got from that day, got some vodka and just headed for the bridge and passed out under it."
"China Mike?" You ask, first time you've heard that name.
"Uh, yeah, he sells the china round there." Joe says. "Or whatever else you need, but that's why we call him that. He doesn't like me, I can never afford his stuff and he says I scare off his customers."
"What's he look like?"
"Nothin' special really. But he always wears this white hat with a green feather in it, usually has a trench coat too. Hangs out in his car while his errand boys bring him customers. Usually parked a block or two from the bars."
"Is that near the Hourglass?"
"Yeah, right there, he'd usually park right around the back."
"Well, sounds like I've got a lead." You say. "Can you think of anything else I might need to know?"
Joe shakes his head. "Just get me outta here lady, please." He says. "But if you're gonna go talk to China Mike don't go lookin like a cop. He won't talk to you if he thinks you're heat."
"Good to know." You say, and manage to only get groped once on your way out.
[[Head Back to the Office|GumshoeOffice]]
<<set $jailvisit = "trashman">>
<<set $visits = $visits +1>>You beckon over a few of the women that you have taken notice of. They are pale, somewhat timid, but beautiful creatures. You offer them your breasts and they eagerly get to work. They suck and lick up the dribbling milk and as they do they gain confidence, energy, and libido.
Their hands and tongues go to work on the rest of your body, licking, kissing, massaging every inch of you with their tender little hands and caressing you in all the right places.
They are especially fond of your stomach, which you appreciate as that area of you is highly erogenous, and they know just what to do between your legs with thier nimble, firm little tongues and experienced fingers. You moan happily as they bring you off countless times.
when you are done enjoying their attention a few curl up with you and you pet them happily. It is good to have a few maid servants that you can rely on, and you will always keep some near you. And if you run out of girls, you'll just have to take a pretty boy and make him into one. Just a few new parts and removing of some old ones, simple work for a devil like you. You grin at the thought as you ponder what is next.
[[Enough fun for now, time to get to work!|CundaWork]]
[[Not enough at all, time for debauchery!|CundaOrgy]]You make a mad dash for the front door, boobs bouncing and hair flowing behind you as you bolt out of the tapestry just before the orc was about to grab you.
"Spy!" He yells. The orcs gathered around the table jump to attention, as their various levels of sobriety allow. You manage to avoid one, wiggle out of the greasy hands of another, and almost have your hand on the door when you feel a strong pull on your long flowing hair. It tugs you back and then lifts you up. You spin around, your hair twisting as you do, and see the orc that smelled you has grabbed your hair and lifted you up by it.
You kick and claw but you can't damage the armored humanoid. He carries you easily back to the table and tosses you down on it. You try to move but a dagger lands in the table next to your midsection and you decide moving about might not be the best idea.
"I'm..." You start to stammer out and explanation.
"Busted." The ogre that was at the head of the table chuckles. The orcs gathered around him join in the laughter.
"Stupid human cow." One of the orcs says in a low voice. "Broke into the Mistress's Room and didn't steal nuthin. No wonder yous all gonna be slaves to da orkz soon." He grabs one of your legs and rubs his greasy hands up and down it making you shiver with fright.
"She's pretty." Another says, running his hands over your heavily made up face. "Real pretty. Looks just like da boss bitch."
"But she ain't." The ogre grins.
"So alls the stuff wes been wantin to do ta tha boss.."
"We can do ta her."
[[AAAAAAAAAAAH!|MalTableRape]]This is no rejection. Your kind enjoy sex most after a hard run, and it turns you on like nothing else to run a female down. The looks over her shoulders and laughing encouragement she gives you tell you that she feels the same way about being pursued. Through the woods and into an empty meadow you chase her until your larger body gives you the edge and you rear up and bring your form down on hers. She surrenders to your power and manliness readily as she drops to her knees quickly, getting you in position to mount her.
All of your instincts tell you what to do and you are sliding into her before you even have a grasp on your position. Her witty remark dies in a desperate shriek of joy as you plow into her. Your balls, swollen with years of self-inflicted abstinence swell massively as you lean down and meet her craning neck in another passionate kiss. Your hands find her breasts again and caress them as you buck into her. You let every animal instinct you have guide you into knocking her up.
For what seems like an hour you couple in the midday sun. You pump so much of your seed into her you know you will have a foal delivered in the spring. By ancient centaur law, you are now as close to each other as married humans would be, perhaps even closer. She will be yours to take next year, and the year after, unless a stronger male defeats you for her rights.
You will have children to raise the right way, children to teach and nurture. In time your species will overcome its barbarism thanks largely to those like you.
Well, those like the centaur whose life you influenced so briefly. Your time here is done, you slip from his form and [[return to Limbo|Zodiac]]"Whatever." You mutter at it and turn to see what else is in this room. There's nothing except a door which you walk over to.
"NO NOT THAT WAY!" The Mirror screams. "CERTAIN DEATH AWAITS YOU BEYOND THAT DOOR!"
"I said, //whatever//." You sneer at it, flipping your tangled hair contemptuously you walk out the door and are not the least bit surprised to find nothing resembling certain death on the other side. Quite the opposite in fact.
You find yourself in a lavish bedroom, a huge, soft bed with red satin sheets, a gigantic closet hangs open, filled with finery. The mirror is hanging here as well you notice, the same face floating in it. You can almost sense it glaring at you.
Hanging from the ceiling are small glowing glass spheres that light up the room. There is a small window near the bed, you glance out of it and see that it is early morning. The light shining in gives you some visibility but the majority of the light comes from the enchanted spheres on the ceiling. You see the tops of trees just below the window, and realize you are high up in this tower.
Also of note in the room, a large cauldron, bubbling with something rather sweet smelling, and a vanity table.
<<if $malbed eq "notdone">>[[Lie in the Bed|MalleBed]]<<endif>>
<<if $malvanity eq "notdone">>[[Sit at the Vanity Table|MalleVanity]]<<endif>>
<<if $malcloset eq "notdone">>[[Look Through the Closet|MalleCloset]]<<endif>>
<<if $malcauldron eq "notdone">>[[Sample the Cauldron|MalleCauldron]]<<endif>>
[[Walk Out the Door|MalleDoor]]It's a wonderful, foolish, gesture and you treasure it. But you can't let him do this to himself. He's got a real future fighting evil in front of him and you can't let him throw it all away for you. You let him down gently. He's crushed but he understands. He leaves almost instantly.
You hold back the tears as you arrange to have all the traces of his plan destroyed. And then you make sure you get transferred to work for the most docile man in the building, a man named Johnson down in the basement. You know you'll be able to hide down there and probably won't take any crap from him after being with a man like Wolf.
Wolf doesn't come back again. Your goodbyes already said. You know he wouldn't admit it but it will be too painful for him to see you again. And probably you him as well. With one last lingering look at his office and remembering all the fun times you had there, you [[head down to Johnson's|JohnsonWin]] to serve the rest of your time.One flap of the angel's wings propels him right into you. His sudden charge catches you off guard but only very slightly. You twist your body with great agility to deflect his attack and gain the advantage on him. Turning his momentum into a weapon your twist him around in midair and slam him into the ground, gaining the initial advantage.
"Vile whore." The angel hisses at you, struggling in your strong grasp. "From the moment you set foot in this land you have nothing but corrupt."
<<if $cundarock eq "seduce">>"Well I did try to seduce the first man I met." You admit, whispering into the angel's ear. "Would you like a taste of it?" The defiance that comes from his mouth says one thing. The bulge in his robes says another.<<endif>><<if $cundarock eq "command">>"Fool." You smile at him, bringing you knee hard into his gut and keeping him on the ground. "The first man I met still serves me loyally out of respect. A chance you will never have."<<endif>>
[[Dominate him Sexually|adfs]]
[[Dominate him Physically|adfp]]You step into the tube. Nothing seems to happen at first. Then the office and Gloria and everything else dissolves into a field of static. Yes, static, just like an old, unfocused television. After a moment it focuses again. You're in a phone booth. An old timey phone booth.
Your name is Tabitha Marx. You're wearing a tight beige colored skirt that comes down to your knees and then flares out slightly, matching pumps, and a matching suit jacket, which is currently unbuttoned. You are wearing a white blouse with black polka dots and carrying a large purse. On your head is a women's style fedora.
You fish a compact out of your purse and open it up. You have lightly tanned skin and a remarkably pretty and tastefully made up face. Not bad.
You close the compact and step out of the phone booth. You see across the street, which is sporadically interrupted by cars that look like they could come from the 1940s, that there is a small brick building with a sign out front. "Bower Investigations."
You smile, and then you hear an odd ping from your wrist. You glance down and see a nice looking silver watch. You hold it up and see the face of it flashes and then shows Gloria.
"You there gumshoe?" Gloria smiles back. "Good, it's working. You see Bower's place there?" You nod. "He's expecting an interview. You submitted a resume that said you were a man. There's a copy of it in your purse. He's expecting you in five minutes. Knock 'em dead."
[[Walk in Early|GumShoe2]]
[[Brush up on your Resume|GumShoe3]]
<<silently>>
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<<endsilently>>"Let's start with the primitives." You say. "They should be easier to influence." Your minions nod at your wisdom. Working with them you force your will upon the unstable portal. After some time you start to see the opening on the other side into a cave.
You relax your mind and project your astral form through the portal and out of the cave into the sky. You see it is part of a complex that is considered sacred by the Stedt tribe that lives nearby.
You see them gathered around simple campfires, making simple weapons of bone and stone. They wear barely cured hides and lack much sense of unity. You sense their spiritual expectations.
To these people, gods are physical things that can be touched and fucked and feared. They do not give much credence to visions or anything that cannot hurt or reward them. You will have to cross through the portal and appear before them to have any impact.
Of course, taking on a god form will require you to journey through the portal and interact with the mortals. Your power is greater than theirs individually, but not so much that you are completely out of danger if you venture amongst them. Still, it will be a fast way to worship and power if you succeed.
So you look for a god form to take, you open your mind to their fears and find one that fits you. You see that these primitives base their worship on what they know - fire, earth, and lava. You have three options.
<<if $sucbody eq "herm">>The one most like your current form is the lava spirit. A capricious being that is both male and female, beautiful and powerful and completely unpredictable. It is seen as a spirit of luck, mischief, and beauty all at once.
If you were inclined to take on a more masculine body, the cave that you would emerge from is also said to be the home of a fire god. A cruel being of flame and ash who smothers the weak and gives his gifts to the strong. They say he is the one who gave them their campfires, the one who they have to thank for being more than mountain apes.
And finally if you wished to explore your feminine god-self, the cave is also said to be the resting place of the great Earth Mother. She who gave birth to mankind and will watch over them if proper tribute is paid. She is said to be a creature of endless fertility, who births both men and monsters and everything in between.
What sort of god will you be?
[[Assume the Form of the Lava Spirit|StedtLavaSpirit]] @@color:red;Note@@ //This is a much more lighthearted and less serious story than the others.//
[[Assume of the Form of the Fire God|StedtFireGod]]
[[Take on the Body of the Earth Mother|StedtEarthMother]]
<<endif>><<if $sucbody eq "lord">>The form most suited to your current masculine body is the fire god. A cruel being of flame and ash who smothers the weak and gives his gifts to the strong. They say he is the one who gave them their campfires, the one who they have to thank for being more than mountain apes.
If you were inclined to be the best of both worlds, the unnamed lava spirit would be more appropriate. A capricious being that is both male and female, beautiful and powerful and completely unpredictable. It is seen as a spirit of luck, mischief, and beauty all at once.
Finally, if you wished to abandon masculinity entirely, there is the great Earth Mother. She who gave birth to mankind and will watch over them if proper tribute is paid. She is said to be a creature of endless fertility, who births both men and monsters and everything in between.
A smile plays across your face. Assuming the form of any of these gods could make this process much easier.
[[Assume of the Form of the Fire God|StedtFireGod]]
[[Assume the Form of the Lava Spirit|StedtLavaSpirit]] @@color:red;Note@@ //This is a much more lighthearted and less serious story than the others.//
[[Take on the Body of the Earth Mother|StedtEarthMother]]
<<endif>><<if $sucbody eq "lady">>The one most suited to a lady such as yourself would be the great Earth Mother. She who gave birth to mankind and will watch over them if proper tribute is paid. She is said to be a creature of endless fertility, who births both men and monsters and everything in between.
If you were inclined to be the best of both worlds, the unnamed lava spirit would be more appropriate. A capricious being that is both male and female, beautiful and powerful and completely unpredictable. It is seen as a spirit of luck, mischief, and beauty all at once.
And finally, if you wished to experience pure masculinity, the fire god would be the right hoice. He is a cruel being of flame and ash who smothers the weak and gives his gifts to the strong. They say he is the one who gave them their campfires, the one who they have to thank for being more than mountain apes.
What sort of god's form will you assume to trick the Stedt to worshipping you?
[[Take on the Body of the Earth Mother|StedtEarthMother]]
[[Assume the Form of the Lava Spirit|StedtLavaSpirit]] @@color:red;Note@@ //This is a much more lighthearted and less serious story than the others.//
[[Assume of the Form of the Fire God|StedtFireGod]]
<<endif>>
<<set $power = 0>>"Never ending slaughter?" You grin a toothy grin. "Count me in." Your surviving troops cheer this choice and although you can't see the faces of any of the devil-moles they relax their posture and you can tell they are relieved they do not have to fight you.
"I am Zajj." The devil-mole in the gold-runed armor speaks, shifting in and out of existence as he does.
"<<print $wname>>." You respond simply.
"Let me explain my plans." He says, gesturing you to follow him back down the tunnels.
"No." You say simply. He pauses, and his troops tense up again. "Slaughter. Not talking."
There is a short, but pregnant pause. Then a crackling noise emerges from Zajj's helmet. It takes a moment before you realize he is laughing. "We have ships prepared for this attack. Your troops join mine. Come."
Zajj leads you to the edge of the plateau where a gigantic dark iron door swings down on two heavy chains and spacefaring ships that look like old dreadnaughts rise from the dry dock inside the floating rock.
Zajj then points up to the stars. "There." His voice reverbs. "A solar system rich in resources. Two worlds are inhabited that we must capture. One is a forge world. Highly advanced. Megatons of heavy metal. Very well defended, even in orbit. I want it. Kill everything."
He then moves his claw ten degrees or so to the left. "There, the second planet. A faithful world. They worship angels. They let them in. They are too close. The people are weak, but the false god will respond."
"They must both die. I will kill one. You, the other. Which do you prefer?"
As you think about your choice you fly around the ships to investigate them. They are huge, easily ten times the size of an aircraft carrier back in your previous life. There must be tens of thousands of Zajj's demons aboard each one. You fly down and board the largest of the vessels to claim as your flagship. You fly a lap around it first, noting that nearly every surface of it is armed with cannon or a rail gun or some other device of mass destruction. Smaller aircraft hang to the bottom reminding of bats hanging to a cave's ceiling. You see gigantic bombs as well, ready to deploy. If you can't capture this world, you can certainly make a big enough hole in it, that's for sure.
[[I'm all about the heavy metal. Head for the forge world.|WrathSpaceMarine]]
[[Let's stomp some angel brats.|WrathHolyWar]]<<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>The angel attempts to get to his feet, thinking that perhaps he will be able to best you now that you are unarmed. More fool he.
You move in quickly and inside of his strike, capturing his arm between your arm and your body you twist behind him and bend his arm backwards until you hear a bone crack. The angel screams in pain and tries to pull away, kicking back at you. You grab his leg, wrap your thighs around it and go to the ground, twisting it in a similar manner while keeping your strong arms wrapped around his torso. He snaps again, nearly crying now from all the pain you have put him through.
You toss his body away and glare down at it in its broken state.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "fertile">>"Poor angel. Always wanting what you can't have." You lean in and whisper cruelly. "And you can't have me." You slide your hand down his pants and grab his cock. A look of hope appears on his face.
But then you squeeze. You squeeze powerfully with clawed hands and he screams, a scream that rises higher in patch as you crush and twist evilly.
He falls to the ground, holding his crotch and spasming just like any man would, divine or not after what you did to him. The fact that it is already nearly completely healed does not lessen the pain.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>You glare at the angel, channeling your rage at his defiance into increasingly powerful magic.
The stone hands holding the angel tighten and you raise both of your arms, causing the arms of the stone hands to similarly grow, lifting him into the air. You slam your arms to and fro, up and down, and the angel follows. He is smashed against the ground and the walls of his city and the ground again. Stones whirl about him, shredding his crystalline wings into slivers of glass as he screams in pain.
You wave your hands and dispel your rocks, smirking at his broken form as it lies before you.<<endif>>
There are very few who do not chant your name as you [[approach the nearly defeated angel.|afdr3]]<<if $spyjob1 eq "zappedbyherald">>You are back in your body. It feels weaker, but it is definitely you. Your original angel body that is, not the disguised fallen one you wore in Seven's casino.
You sit up and discover you are lying in what looks like a hospital bed. You see your senior officer, Agent Selite, sitting in a chair opposite the bed. He is wearing his usual dapper suit and bowler hat. "Welcome back to the land of the corporeal." He says sternly.
"What happened?"
"You mucked up. Badly. You ran into a Herald who was also on assignment. When you started spilling Glove secrets she did exactly what she was supposed to do, blew you to bits before anyone could find out. Lucky for you she got the job done and stabilized the wheel for us."
That hurts. A female agent did the job you couldn't. You know this won't look good. "Well, sorry about that." You say. "But I'll make it up in my next job."
"I hope you do." He says. "But it won't be field work. You aren't up for it yet. You're getting a bit of a desk assignment for now. Clockmaker division. Go build a planet full of flamingos for them or whatever muckery they ask you to do." He stands and exits.
[[Start the Desk Job|ClockMakerSeraph]]<<endif>><<if $spyjob1 eq "outoftime">>"So, what happened?" The question comes from your superior, Agent Selite. He's seated behind his desk, antique guns and guns not yet invented in display cases all around him. He is wearing a dapper 19th century suit, his bowler hat rests on the rack near the door.
"I ran out of time." You admit. "Got distracted by a succubus. She stole the power cell and I lost the time to interfere with Seven's plans."
Selite temples his fingers and thinks for a moment. "I knew all that of course, but at least you were honest about it. I'll give you another chance if you'd like. In fact your recent failure would make you ideal for the infiltration."
[[Go on...|SpyonPirates]]<<endif>><<if $spyjob1 eq "savedkaty">>"Sorry sugar." You say giving her one last kiss. "This is just a layover for me. I've got a flight to catch back to Paradise." Her eyes widen in surprise. "You never realized huh?" You grin. "I never left them sweetie." You give the side of her ass one last smack, causing her to groan in pain and walk out of the transport and into the city.
Finding transport back to paradise for a loyal angel like you is very easy. You quickly find yourself back at the Coffin and meeting with your supervisor, Agent Selite.
"So let me get this straight." He says, setting down his tea. "You were ambushed by Neogi aliens and then decided to let them go to save the life of an agent of the Adversary?"
"A former agent of the Adversary, sir." You correct him. "She was on the run."
"Oh that's a huge difference." He rolls his eyes and speaks sarcastically. "Well given that I'd have to say your first mission was rather a failure. Still, we may be able to parlay that into a second assignment. Or perhaps I should just put you at a desk job so you aren't tempted to go helping any devil with a nice ass that crosses your path. Maker knows it would pacify the Heralds. They've been calling for your dismissal since you tossed their blue haired bimbo to that fallen one in the gamble." He chuckles at that, obviously not mad at all.
[[Take the Desk Job|ClockMakerSeraph]]
[[Insist on Remaining Active in the Field|SpyonPirates]]<<endif>><<if $spyjob1 eq "unluckyseven">>"Well done." Your superior, Agent Selite, says as he leans back in his chair in his office. The two of you are smoking expensive cigars and enjoying very fine scotch.
"The blue bimbo didn't seem to think so." You say, shaking your head.
"Heralds." Selite waves his hand dismissively. "They want to hug everything and tell it things will be fine. She probably feels sorry for that poor 'God' of hers."
You laugh. "The devil actually thought she could stop me by pointing out that I would hurt him." Selite glances at you as if stunned and then the two of you burst out laughing. "Can you imagine?" You say, shaking your head.
"There's a reason we'll win this little dust up." Selite says, standing to refresh his glass. "Speaking of which, are you ready to hear about the next job I have for you?"
[[Always ready, sir.|SpyonPirates]]<<endif>><<if $spyjob1 eq "deadseven">>It isn't difficult to escape the casino. Seven's death throws the station into such turmoil that it is nearly child's play to hijack a small spaceship and drive it back to Paradise. Once there you report directly to your senior officer, Agent Selite, in the Coffin.
The two of you sit in his office. It is small little place heavy with smoke from his cigar, decorated with guns in glass display cases. He is holding up a report.
"The Heralds want you fired." He says with a proud smile. "Apparently that girl you traded to the fallen angel was in his suite for three days before she managed to escape. Seven's worshippers want you cast down. You killed their God you know."
"And you sir?" You ask, knowing that that is the only opinion that matters.
"I think you did a damn fine job." He says. "You used the resources you found in the field and you acted without hesitation to put down a rogue god who was consorting with the Adversary. Just what we sent you to do."
"Thank you sir." You say, feeling somewhat relieved.
Selite nods nonchalantly and then grins his sneaky grin. "The fact that I've got a dozen people calling for your head is actually going to help quite a lot in your next assignment."
[[Go on...|SpyonPirates]]<<endif>><<if $spyjob1 eq "victory">>You turn to face the assembled crowd. Your superior officer, Agent Selite has just finished affixing a medal to your dress uniform. It shimmers brightly, announcing to the world that you performed your job with great distinction.
The assembled dignitaries and officers clap politely for you. They haven't been told a thing about what you did that earned you such an honor, and they are obviously rankled by that fact. You half suspect that was Selite's whole point in having this little ceremony.
Later you are back in his office with him, sharing a drink and laughing about the stiff reactions to your award ceremony. "But all joking aside, Core," he says, blowing a smoke ring towards the ceiling. "You did a smashing job there. Seven couldn't be more pleased with us, his worshippers think we're the good guys again, and the Adversary lost one of his top provocateurs. Job well done." The two of you clink glasses together and drink deeply.
"Normally I'd just send you to your next job assignment. But if you'd like to take an unofficial vacation I can arrange a cushy desk job for you if you'd like."
"Oh?" You say.
He nods. "The Clockmakers have been bothering me to send someone to their world creation lab." He shrugs. "I'm going to ignore them unless you want to slack off there for awhile."
[[A Vacation Sounds Nice After All|ClockMakerSeraph]]
[[Insist on Remaining Active in the Field|SpyonPirates]]<<endif>><<if $spyjob1 eq "snipeseven">>Seven's death throws the station into such turmoil that nobody pays much attention to your escape and trip back to Paradise. Once there you report directly to your senior officer, Agent Selite, in the Coffin.
The two of you sit in his office. It is small little place heavy with smoke from his cigar, decorated with guns in glass display cases. He is holding up a report. "Seven's worshippers want you cast down. You killed their God you know."
"And you sir?" You ask, knowing that that is the only opinion that matters.
"I think you did a damn fine job." He says. "You used the resources you found in the field and you acted without hesitation to put down a rogue god who was consorting with the Adversary. Just what we sent you to do."
"Thank you sir." You say, feeling somewhat relieved.
Selite nods nonchalantly and then grins his sneaky grin. "The fact that I've got people calling for your head is actually going to help quite a lot in your next assignment."
[[Go on...|SpyonPirates]]<<endif>><<if $spyjob1 eq "lizard">>You open your eyes. You're lying on a hospital bed, waking up after extensive genetic treatments, magic spells and operations.
Your supervising officer, Agent Selite, is standing over you glancing down. He is wearing a protective mask. He squints. "Well that was a waste of time." He says, obviously not implying they have restored you at all. "How do you feel."
"Great." You say. "I'm glad they couldn't undo it, I still...I still feel the same." You hold up your hands and see they aren't human.
"Yes unfortunately. To really cure you we'd have to have revealed the source of the transformation. I don't need the science boys snickering about how my agents go out in the field and spend their time taking lizard cocks up their asses." You wiggle against the bed. Your ass is still rather open and the thought of a nice thick rock-lizard cock up there isn't half bad.
"Still, you'll be fit for duty in a few days, which is all that really matters." He holds a mirror up for you to see. "And from the way you handled that demon, this may end up being an advantage."
You crane it up and down over your body. You've changed a little from the time you came back. Your feet are more lizardlike and you probably won't be able to wear shoes. Your tail is now down to your knees and quite thick at the joint with your backbone, excellent for balancing. You can even use it to clutch things somewhat clumsily. Your mouth has grown out into a lizardlike jaw, with slits at the side where your nostrils used to be. Your black hair remains the same, oddly enough.
You smile. You were hoping to stay like this, it just feels so wonderful. "So, that next job..." You prompt him.
"Oh yes." Selite replies. [["Let me tell you about it..."|SpyonPirates]]<<endif>><<if $spyjob1 eq "lizardoutoftime">>You open your eyes. You're lying on a hospital bed, waking up after extensive genetic treatments, magic spells and operations.
Your supervising officer, Agent Selite, is standing over you glancing down. He is wearing a protective mask. He squints. "Well that was a waste of time." He says, obviously not implying they have restored you at all. "How do you feel."
"Great." You say. "I'm glad they couldn't undo it, I still...I still feel the same." You hold up your hands and see they aren't human.
"Yes unfortunately. To really cure you we'd have to have revealed the source of the transformation. I don't need the science boys snickering about how my agents go out in the field and spend their time taking lizard cocks up their asses." You wiggle against the bed. Your ass is still rather open and the thought of a nice thick rock-lizard cock up there isn't half bad.
"Still, you'll be fit for duty in a few days, which is all that really matters." He holds a mirror up for you to see. "Although it certainly didn't help you out much on that first mission."
You crane it up and down over your body. You've changed a little from the time you came back. Your feet are more lizardlike and you probably won't be able to wear shoes. Your tail is now down to your knees and quite thick at the joint with your backbone, excellent for balancing. You can even use it to clutch things somewhat clumsily. Your mouth has grown out into a lizardlike jaw, with slits at the side where your nostrils used to be. Your black hair remains the same, oddly enough.
You smile. You were hoping to stay like this, it just feels so wonderful. "So, that next job..." You prompt him.
"Oh yes." Selite replies. [["Let me tell you about it..."|SpyonPirates]]<<endif>><<if $spyjob1 eq "lilacsissy">>"Perfect for what exactly?" You ask.
"Come with us. You're being discharged." Agent Selite says. He has you walk in front of himself and Cousin Steve. You know they are watching your ass the entire time you walk back to Cousin Steve's wing of the Coffin. Walking in stripper heels is new to you and you stumble frequently, but the two men are always there to catch you, grope you, and set you upright again.
When you reach Cousin Steve's office the two men sit down, but there is no chair for you so you remain standing.
"So. Here's the problem..." Cousin Steve begins.
[[Learn About your new Job|SissyPirate]]<<endif>><<if $spyjob1 eq "trickysissy">>The men have you walk in front of them. You know they are watching your ass the entire time you walk back to Cousin Steve's wing of the Coffin. Walking in stripper heels is new to you and you stumble frequently, but the two men are always there to catch you, grope you, and set you upright again.
When you reach Cousin Steve's office the two men sit down, but there is no chair for you so you remain standing.
"So. Here's the problem..." Cousin Steve begins.
[[Learn About your new Job|SissyPirate]]<<endif>><<if $spyjob1 eq "sissylizard">>Before you are allowed to report you are taken to medical. Against your protests they wish to see if the lizard transformation is reversible.
After what seems like no time at all you wake up lying on a hospital bed after attempts at extensive genetic treatments, magic spells and operations.
Your supervising officer, Agent Selite, is standing over you glancing down. He is wearing a protective mask. He squints. "Well that was a waste of time." He says, obviously not implying they have restored you at all. "How do you feel."
"Great." You say. "I'm glad they couldn't undo it, I still...I still feel the same." You hold up your hands and see they aren't human.
"Yes unfortunately. To really cure you we'd have to have revealed the source of the transformation. I don't need the science boys snickering about how my agents go out in the field and spend their time taking lizard cocks up their asses." You wiggle against the bed. Your ass is still rather open and the thought of a nice thick rock-lizard cock up there isn't half bad.
"But what about the cosmetic surgeries?" You ask.
"Oh, no I told them to leave those if they couldn't fix the rest. I kinda like the way that big ass makes you walk. I almost asked for them to give you some tits to match but that wouldn't make much sense on a reptile I guess." Selite says as if it isn't a big deal at all. You blink and wonder how to process your boss's casual admission that he has a fetish for big butts on sissy lizardmen. Before you can ask him he continues.
"Still, you'll be fit for duty in a few days, which is all that really matters." He holds a mirror up for you to see. "Although it certainly didn't help you out much on that first mission."
You crane it up and down over your body. You've changed a little from the time you came back. Your feet are more lizardlike and you probably won't be able to wear shoes. Your mouth has grown out into a lizardlike jaw, with slits at the side where your nostrils used to be. Your black hair remains the same, oddly enough.
You smile. You were hoping to stay like this, it just feels so wonderful. "So, that next job..." You prompt him.
"Oh yes." Selite replies. [["Let me tell you about it..."|SpyonPirates]]<<endif>>
//Unfinished Path - A Spy for the Glove//
//Unfortunately this path is unfinished. There are actually 12 different resolutions to the first mission for the Glove! If you wish to restart and play a different path you may press the "Restart" button in the menu.//<<remember $UFPGlove = "yes">>
You have a number of options available to you, but which one do you want to pursue?
The ruins above are very dangerous. The atmosphere is toxic, the water is mostly undrinkable, the animals that have survived are horribly mutated and hostile, and in areas where the shielding is weak celestial forces from all sides would love a chance to kill you.
[[Volunteer to Explore and Scavenge the Ruins like Luna and Domingo|BioExplorer]]
On the other hand, civil defense is in high demand as well. Not all of the people that arrive from the outside integrate well into society and wandering mutants and dangerous animals sometimes threaten the entrance tunnels.
[[Volunteer to work in Civil Defense|BioDefense]]
Another intriguing option is to work in engineering. The engineering division supplies power and utilities to the survivors, as well as keeps the power up for the strange shield that keeps cosmic agents out.
[[Volunteer to work in Engineering|BioEngineer]]
Or maybe you should just smoke pot and watch videos.
[[Do Menial Tasks and Barely Skate By|EndingPASC]]
<<set $beng = "yes">>
<<set $dres = 0>>You step into Wardrobe, which looks a lot like a men's suit store. The quartermaster measures you and compares various cloths as you recall what you know about "Uncle Reginald."
"Uncle Reginald" is code name for a lesser god who has his own little proto-realm carved out of the space between the Firmament and the Pit. There are many such little dimensions owned by little things of small importance in the great struggle. But for your organization these grounds are often the testing fields for political skirmishes with the Adversary's most diabolic agents.
You remember with pride learning of all the top devils that have been caught in such 'neutral' zones. Caught and taken back to be caged forever. Any thug with a flaming sword can kill a devil, it takes a special talent to catch them alive, chain them up, and force them to choose to fall to Oblivion.
But back to the mission. Reginald, who prefers to be known as Seven, fancies himself a god of luck. His pocket dimension - The Wheel - is home to the greatest casino in the cosmos. All sorts of beings have gambled and lost there, and Hermes has built up quite the arsenal of items, weapons and favors for it. He could be quite the player in the Great Struggle, but he chooses to be independent.
Until now. "Caught the flu" is code for "shown signs of turning to the Adversary." And the "oranges" you're set to bring him are the blessed bullets that he so kindly gave you to use. That is, of course, if he's truly broken his truce. Your job is to infiltrate, investigate, and if necessary, assassinate. Hell of a first job, especially considering that Seven doesn't allow murder in his casino.
"I think you'll find this pleasing Sir." The quartermaster interrupts your reverie and draws your attention to a mirror.
As always, he's come through big time. You retain your handsome angelic features and stylish demeanor, but you've added a pair of black crow wings and a devilish tone to your visage that makes you look like one of the Seraphs who has sold his services to the Adversary.
Seven's pocket dimension is a haven for such types. A cover story of you stealing your division's weapons and selling them on the black market is a perfect cover story for ending up in The Wheel.
You nod. "Thank you Quartermaster. Give Mother my regards."
[[Off to the Wheel|SpaiS7]]
<<set $spybody = "bond">>"Just so you know." You say as you walk back to the lab. "In case what I can do with my suit alone doesn't scare you enough, if you don't do what I want, I may feel compelled to go tell the folks outside what you've done." The nervous glances the lab geeks share tell you that you've been heard. If the Maker's enforcers find out they've violated the male form this way they'll be in deep trouble.
You walk back to the device that formed the suit around you and lie down on it again. The straps around your wrists and ankles attach themselves, but even though you are tied down you don't feel helpless, your suit could easily power out of this.
"So Miss Juggs where should we start?" The suddenly obedient geeks ask as they take the controls. You decide you'll deal with what they're calling you after your body is fixed. "We can uh, give you the Titan body overlay? Would you like that?"
"The Titan body?"
"Yes, the uh, large male body."
"Well, yeah give me that one!" You say wondering why they even had to ask.
"Just a sec." They start jamming at the inputs on their controls so quickly you wonder how they even keep up. They seem perplexed and try it again and again.
"Uh Miss..." One says nervously finally.
"What?" You snap.
"We uh...we can't give you that body overall, the uh, Ego/Fear Matrix Oscillator is powered by a self-editing Narcissism Drive that counteracts the Aetherized Harmonics which permeate..."
"Stop." You would rub your forehead if your hand was free. "In plain speech, what does that mean?"
"Umm we can't totally undo the Juggernaut treatment. We can modify it maybe, but not undo it."
"So what are my options?"
"Well..." they lay out your choices for you. They can add the imprint of the gigantic male body to yours, which should make you much taller, stronger, and very well-endowed. Or they can try to undo the effects of the girlification. They warn you that trying to restore your cock and remove your boobs will be unpredictable and they aren't quite sure what will happen.
[[Add a lot of muscles and large cock to your body|juggshemalerocks]]The party enters the crypt, torches held high to light the way. Thanks to the large amount of supplies you brought along, the warriors are carrying enough torches to plant them in the holders along the way, keeping things well lit. The well carved rock hallways are short enough that the humans have to hunch over slightly, but you can walk normally. The layout is like a grid <<if $elfbonus eq "thief">>as you remember from the blueprints, and you direct the party towards where the Thunder King's body is laid to rest<<else>>and Haroldsen gives directions to take you to the Thunder King's body.<<endif>>
<<if $elfbonus eq "fighter">>"Stop!" You suddenly call out, spotting movement in a tunnel off to the side. "Watch out!" Johnny hears your warning and ducks just in time to avoid a dart that would have hit him right in the neck.
The ambushers soon reveal themselves, a group of six lithe, armored figures wearing dark cloaks. Their faces are hidden, but they seem slightly taller than you. They are each wielding a razor sharp scimitar in both hands, and the blades come whirling at your party fast. Two of them from ahead, two from behind, and two from the side.
"Ambush!" Bosco calls out, barely holding off dozens of furious scimitar blows with his sword and shield. Even Kristoph appears to be evenly matched, moving almost as quickly as his assailants but not fast enough to land any blows.
But you don't have time to think about that, two others are headed at you and Bosco. Thanks to the time you've spent training you quickly drop into your trained stances and survive the initial assault easily.
Unfortunately this leaves Haroldsen open to the two charging from the sides. The mage quickly shouts and incantation blasting the hallway with lightning. You can't see what happens next.
You and Bosco fight furiously and thanks to your support and protection he manages to kill both of the assailants. As he sends the second one's head flying the cloak pulls back and you see dark black flesh, white hair, and pointed ears. "Drow!" He yells, and curses the dark elves. Figures they would send a team to attempt to sabotage the best shot at unifying the dwarves.
The two of you turn and see the rest of your party isn't faring as well. Haroldsen is bleeding profusely from a wound to his side where one of the drow managed to wound him badly before his magic fried it. Johnny is standing over him fighting off one, while Kristoph's blades are desperately trying to keep up with two others.
"Go!" Kristoph shouts. "I'll hold them! Get the Wizard to safety and Grab the Crown!"
[[Do What Kristoph Says|ClericFighterSmart]]
[[Take on the Drow|ClericFighterDumb]] <<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "thief">>About a half hour into the Crypt you realize that Haroldsen is taking you the long way. You decide to mishear his instructions and shout out a different way to the rest of the party. Haroldsen almost corrects you and then blushes as he realizes that is a faster way. He doesn't say anything as you lead the group to another secret door that saves a substantial amount of time. Based on the lack of footprints in the dust, nobody has come this way in centuries.
When you get to the secret door that would open back into the tunnels, you hear movement on the other side. Signaling the party to be quiet you listen for a moment and hear a sinister language that you recognize instantly.
"Drow." You whisper. "They're waiting to ambush us!"
Looks like you have the drop on them.
[[Turn the Tables, Ambush the Drow|ClericThiefAmbush]]<<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "vamp">>The high morale of your party is evident as you stroll through the dungeon. As the men sing bawdy songs of conquest and comely wenches, you remember to blush and giggle appropriately just enough to imply that you may serve that function for them. The good mood is so infectious that you are totally caught off guard when six cloaked figures drop from the ceiling, in a ring around you so that they are standing between you and your friends. They have hand-held crossbows pointed at the men. Before you can react one of them grabs you roughly around your waist and holds a razor sharp scimitar to your throat.
One of them hisses a sinister language at you. You appear to be the only one who understand it. "They're drow." You say, and the color runs from the faces of the men around you. Of all the enemies to be caught off guard by, these are some of the worst. The dark elves are known for their efficiency and cruelty. It figures they would send a group to attempt to sabotage an effort to unite the dwarf clans.
"They're telling us to surrender our weapons." You translate.
"Tell them our mage will fry us all if they try to take 'em. Or if they hurt you!" Bosco barks. Haroldsen seems willing to do exactly that.
You relay the message as diplomatically as possible. The drow seem to appreciate the seriousness of the threat. For several very long moments there is an extremely tense standoff. You already have a shielding spell on your lips just in case they try to cut your throat. You almost certainly won't get it off in time but it's worth a shot.
The drow begin to move down the side passage, taking you with them. The four men follow them slowly, the tense standoff continuing. Threats are being made by both sides, weapons held and ready to fight.
[[Distract the Drow and Tell the Men to Get the Crown|ClericVampHostage]]<<endif>>Your answer is fast and brutal. Springing to cover the distance between you and the creature your brass claws dig into his armor, shredding it and ripping it as he screeches before fading out and leaving you grasping at air.
"I serve no one!" You roar. Your troops are quickly slaughtered, the mole-devils rifles emitting rays of heat that melt them where they stand. You kill dozens of the mole beasts before their rifles scorch the flesh from your bones. Your slaughter will be remembered. You have scarred the greater devil that lurks here, weakened him greatly. He will curse your name forever.
It is a good death. But it is not your end.
As you awaken in the pit, you find that you are not a lemure. Your demonic form twists and melts and you have to struggle to maintain it, but you are more than what you were when you were last here. You quickly regain your demonic body and powers, and vow that there will be no more minions for you. From now on, you kill alone.
[[Rise Above This|SoloWrath]]Gabby may be a fun loving ex-demon, but you once wrapped an entire zip code around your little finger. She's not gonna be any match for you.
You decide to stop by to check in on her. You do so wearing the skimpiest dress you could find and carrying a purse full of sex toys, three bottles of wine, and a half dozen joints.
Gabby knows what you're doing, and loves it. By the second time you bend over she's all over you, kissing you lovingly and getting you drunk as she can. You of course know what she's doing and love it too. The two of you compliment and kiss each other incessantly, before the straps of your dress are being tugged down and your chest being fondled expertly.
You let her do the work. She should get used to it after all. You pull your dress off (no bra) and let her to go work on your body. She's very skilled, apparently even accountants are sex fiends in the City of Brass. She knows just how to squeeze and suck and blow on your nipples and clit to drive you up the wall and she gets you so wet and loose that she's almost able to fist you. After she sends you to the moon and back several times you roll over on top of her body and return the favor in an orgasmic daze. The two of you fall to sleep in each other's arms, petting and kissing each other until you pass out.
From then on she's begging for your company every night, bringing you what little presents she can find and complimenting you every time she sees you. You feel loved and desired. It's what you deserve.
Oh yeah, and you have to go back to work at some point too.
[[Aw really?|BEFZ]]<<set $gabby = "seduced">>"For you I'd love to." You say.
"Wait lemme get you ready first." The blue haired girl says. She locks the handcuffs on your wrist bracers together and chains your ankles together as well, then flips around the fake blindfold so you really can't see. "Okay go." She says.
You can tell she's still standing close. Hesitantly due to not being able to see you raise your arms above your head like they are being held there and start to sway your hips and move like a belly dancer. You pop your ass and shake your shoulders and swivel in your bondage gear.
"Oh damn." The blue haired girl whispers in your ears. "You're so hot I could just keep you like this...what do you say, I'll take your shifts on the floor, you get to be my girl back here. What do you say?"
[[Hell yes!|EndingLesbianStripper]]
[[No thank you!|NoBondageDoll]]"Stop!" You say firmly. "I had to go undercover. It's a long story but I know who was hosting the party where Ashley was before she was killed."
"What?" Bower's blurry eyes seem to clear up instantly. "How do you know?"
You don't tell all of the messy details, but you explain what you saw and where. Bower nods as you explain. "Yes, that's gotta be him. We can get a warrant with this, c'mon!"
[[Go get a warrant|G2FrenchWarrant]]<h1><center>The Multiverse Renouncer</center></h1>You let yourself sink into the clouds, hiding from the passing ship. You want nothing more to do with people. You have concluded that the only real safety is in hiding yourself.
As you sink through the clouds you find yourself able to mold them. It is impossible to say how much time goes by as you gain these powers. You carve yourself out a little cavern, where you assume a lotus position and meditate.
Time goes by. Ages pass. Paradise itself may have fallen for all you care. From time to time a stranger finds you. You offer your wisdom, and then you depart, moving further away from any who may interrupt your solace.
The world goes on around you, but you are not a part of it.
You are safe at last.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingMultiverseRenouncer = "yes">><center><h1>Slave Goddess Apotheosis</h1></center>The more the people believe it, the more it becomes true. The more your name is prayed to, to bless the dominant with the power to deserve you, and the submissive with the skill to be compared to you, the more these prayers are fervently whispered the more your power grows.
Slowly the Maker and Adversary lose their grip on the nearby faithful planets, although those who live here still pray in their names outloud. But truly, it is you who they worship. You are bound to submit to those who worship you by nothing but your own desire to be bound, and those chains are now unbreakable. You live your life like this. Serving. Submitting. Loving with all of your being.
Those who find themselves at both the Maker's gates and in the depths of the Pits spread stories about you. As time passes they return to you. Your religion slowly spreads throughout the stars and the celestial realms alike. This draws renewed efforts of both the Maker and the Adversary to bring you low, but your power swells from your chained body and rebukes them. Every effort to destroy merely brings you pain, which raises your power. The more strength you have the stronger the chains around you are, the stronger your complusion to service any who come near you. There is nothing you could possibly want more.
You are a goddess in chains, the ultimate in pleasure for any strong enough to deserve you, a role model for those who seek joy in submission. You bring a slow, lovely, change to your corner of the universe, and your power is such that nothing can stop you. Your power continues to grow and your worship continues to spread. There is no limit to how far it could go.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingSlaveGoddessApotheosis = "yes">>You win!!
You sink the eight ball and raise to your full height with a confident smirk. Despite his earlier bravado, Unklangor was more and more nervous as the match progressed and made a few costly mistakes.
"Look." He whispers to you. "Let's uh, call it off, huh, I can make it up to you other ways, ok? Just uh, you know, don't make me do this?" He practically pleads. "Look I know everything that goes on around here, there's gotta be something you need to know!"
You grab the rocklizard by the wrist and drag him into a private booth. "I tell you what. I'm going to fuck you until you stop telling me everything you know about who's who and what's new around here. The faster you talk, the less of my cock you take."
Eyes wide, the rocklizard starts to babble as you bend him over and tug his pants down.
[[Pump Him for Information|SpySexPoolWin]]You flip on your radio and call in your boss. "Dagget. This is Kayla. I've got an emergency. Come to the Factory, now."
It seems like a half hour as you wait there with the body, gun still drawn, every shadow looking like it might be a killer lunging for you. The lighting is very dim, only a few thinly spread side lights showing you anything at all. The complex can't spare any electricity and this is one way of saving costs.
When Dagget does run up there is no risk you would mistake him for the killer, nobody else runs that heavily. A quick briefing and Dagget says something that catches you off guard.
"Clean up the blood. I'll get rid of the body."
"But..."
"Don't backtalk." He snaps. "We need to get rid of this before there is a panic. If the people know there is a killer in the base it could mean chaos. We have to keep a lid on this." You aren't terribly comfortable with this proposal but hear him out.
"Sir, we can't ignore this." You protest.
"We aren't going to. You aren't I mean. I want catching this guy to be your only priority until he's dead. You hear me, track him down and dispose of him. I'll take care of this poor girl."
He lifts the body as you get some supplies to clean up the blood. When you're done it looks like it was never there.
The next morning you start in earnest, vowing to yourself that this killer will be caught soon.
[[Start Looking|BDKiller]]"Erik! You can't possibly..." You walk over to him and put your shoe on the gun before he can pick it up. He could probably force you off of it but he doesn't seem to have the willpower. He just slumps back in his chair. "Erik!" You snap again making him look up at you.
"What are you even thinking? Is this just because of what happened last week?" He nods, embarrassed. "You can't let those jerks get to you. You're just gonna make everyone think they're right about you. Be better than them! And that bullshit!" It doesn't seem to get through to him at first.
You decide a softer approach might work and you ask if he wants to play his favorite video game. He grins at the idea of playing his favorite game with a cute girl and you guys hang out. You goof off, you do normal teenage friends stuff. You don't bring up what you caught him planning again, getting the feeling he's off of that.
You stand up to leave and pick up the gun. "Can I have this?" You ask.
"Sure." He says. "I don't need it anymore." You hug him and walk out the door. You watch the gun burst into blue flames and disintegrate in your hands as reality swirls to take you back to Della.
[[Back to Mercy Center|Mercy2]]<<set $Mercy = "Mortal">><<if $power eq 3>>Your forces are outnumbered and the Anwar line spreads out wide, covering both of your flanks and trapping your followers in battle. The fight that occurs next is a vicious engagement, swords and clubs and spears and claws ripping blood from enemies left and right.
You quickly find the warrior priest who led the human army and engage him in solo combat. He is a very stout man, and his blows are hard and true, but you are a creature of the pit and more than a match for this priest. As the battle rages around you you find your claws ripping his armor apart and pushing into his flesh to pull his beating heart out from his chest.
With that victory the Anwar army's morale breaks, and it is enough to demoralize the human army and they scatter. Your forces are on them in a flash, running down the Anwar and forcing them to either renounce their god or face quick death.
You note with smug satisfaction that even a few of the clerics are ripping off the symbols of the maker and praising your name instead. Their leaders are all dead, killed or fled before you could have a chance to handle them personally. You shrug. It hardly matters.
[[Convert the Lesser Towns|CAnwarConvert]]<<endif>><<if $power gte 4>>The Anwar line seems short and puny against your forces. You are all vicious smiles and war cries as you lead your forces in a vicious frontal assault.
The Anwar nearly break before you strike, but they barely hold on to keep their line intact as you charge. Barely. The first wave of your assault is enough to shatter it completely. All about you Stedt and Marku slaughter the defiant and the terrified, sparing only the lives of those who beg to convert. Once a few Anwar have realized this is the key to survival, many more follow suit.
You note with smug satisfaction that even a few of the clerics are ripping off the symbols of the maker and praising your name instead. Their leaders are all dead, killed or fled before you could have a chance to handle them personally. You shrug. It hardly matters.
[[Convert the Lesser Towns|CAnwarConvert]]<<endif>>You shriek as you realize what you must look like. This hideous, malformed countenance is not you! It is not befitting of anything close to you! You flee. Nothing can see you like this.
You crawl into a cave. And then back into the tunnels behind it. And then you keep crawling. Other lemures scurry in the darkness at first, worried that you have come to hunt them. But you pay them no heed. You are here to hide from anything that might see you like this. So you keep crawling.
The tunnels twist and turn in nonsensical ways. Dark predators attempt to catch and eat you but you run from them like you run from the light.
After crawling through the tunnels for what seems like months, you come across something unusual. A clear pool of water, elevated by smooth rocks. You crawl up to it, and after long, long hesitation you look into it. You are shocked at what you see.
A beautiful, but wicked face stares back at you. You touch a hand to yourself, and though the reflection mirrors it, you feel the oozing wreck that your face is. You haven't changed. But this pool shows you different.
As you reach your hand out to your reflection you find the pool is just a surface. Sliding your hand through you feel it slipping into a different world.
You've stumbled upon a portal out of the Pit! One that promises you a much more lovely form. Do you take it? You probably won't be able to find this place again.
[[Anything is Better than This|Vanity2]]
<<set $malleguarde = "alive">>You tap the side of your helmet to activate your communications. "Captain Stone, Mission Accomplished."
"Well done soldier. Did it give you any problems.
"Oh I wouldn't say that sir," you respond.<<if $fuckedbloodthirster eq "yes">> After thinking about it you decide not to make a joke about fucking her, that would probably not go over well.<<endif>> "Ready for my next assignment, sir." <<if $fuckedbloodthirster eq "yes">>Especially if it involves fucking another demon girl, you don't say out loud.<<endif>>
"Good. I need you to lead an attack on a devil fortress. Report to the Glory Vanguard," Co-ordinates much deeper in wildspace appear on your HUD. "General Lance is expecting you. He's mustering his troops there, good luck soldier."
Simple enough.
[[Report to General Lance|TJLance]]
//Unfinished Path - A Beast of a Seraph//
//Unfortunately this path is unfinished. Click [[Here|Start]] if you would like to start over and explore another path.//<<remember $UFPBeastSeraph = "yes">>
Suddenly there is no roof and you are staring up at the open sky. A female angel is lightly descending, her wings flapping rarely to maintain her fall. She is wearing golden armor that covers her body fully, other than her head. Her long, blonde hair shines with its own light behind her and her skin is a natural, tanned tone. In one hand she holds a spear nearly twice again as tall as she is.
A word comes to your head instantly as you take her in. Valkyrie. The warrior women of heaven. This woman is about as far removed from most of the other women you've seen her as one could get.
She lands next to you and extends her hand. She does not give Della any recognition at all.
"Come my sister, you are needed."
[[Take The Valkyrie's Hand|Valk1]]"So, how did you come up with this design?" You ask Malone nonchalantly. He deflects the question and sets you to work. Your eyes narrow a little but you get to your task and play along.
The weeks go by, you make a few friends, but you spend most of your time in the device room with Malone and his other techies. The other two don't say much, and seem put off by your questions. So you decide to focus on getting information out of Malone. He doesn't give much, and you start to wonder if he actually knows where this came from.
You begin to ponder a way to try to trick Malone into revealing what he knows.
[[Break the Machine. He'll Panic and Show his Secrets|falloutbreakthegodkiller]]"Well," Gloria says as you two sit in her office. You are smoking a cigarette and drinking your last cheap beer, still wearing the very tight short little mini dress and high heels you had on in the trailer park. She doesn't seem to mind. "That really was an excellent job, even with that interference we managed to convert almost the entire park."
"Interference? So Lindsey really was a demon?"
"Oh yes." Gloria says evenly. "And she's going to be answering for her failure for a couple hundred years at least." She shivers at the thought of what the succubus will have to endure from her failure. "I wouldn't worry too much about her." She clinks her expensive champagne against your beer can.
"Got any more of that Gloria?" A female voice calls from the staircase. You turn around and see a tan-skinned female angel who has hair that appears to be made entirely of long green feathers. She is wearing a flowing white robe and has a few rather intricate tattoos on her skin.
"Lydia!" Gloria says happily, snapping her fingers to cause a full glass to appear in the newcomer's hand. "What brings you here, wait!" Gloria's eyes get big with excitement, she glances at you, then at Lydia, then back at you. "Really?!?" Gloria seems to understand something you don't.
Lydia smiles and nods. "Yes. We read your reports and we agree."
Gloria practically goes into conniptions she seems so happy. "I'm so proud of you! I never dreamed you could do so well, oh this is such a great honor!" She gushes.
"Wait, wait, wait." You interrupt. "Someone wanna tell me what's going on here?" You still have your Pamela body complete with trailer park mannerisms.
"You've been accepted into an elite group!" Gloria says, still beaming with joy and pride. "Lydia here is from the Heralds. She's going to take you to the Minaret, she'll explain everything there. Oh this is so exciting I'm so happy for you!"
You manage to extract eventually that the Heralds are a very prestigious group of Mercies that are responsible for diplomacy and delicate assignments within the Cosmos. Your eyebrows raise as you realize the stakes you're playing are about to go up exponentially.
Still, you just proved you can out charm and outsmart a succubus, how hard can it be?
[[Take the Herald Assignment|Herald]]
<<set $ingenuejob = "locked">>
<<set $clericjob = "unlocked">>That night as your people make camp you sneak off on your own, finding a small clearing at the edge of small lake you strip your clothing off and let the rain wash over you. It feels incredible on your sensitive curves and you pull your hair back from your face and let it fall on you as you reach out into the sky with your mind, seeking the source of this.
There is a response. High in the air above you. And there is an invitation. It opens up the air in a way that makes it very easy to levitate yourself up to it.
You rise through the trees and into the sky, rain still washing down over you as you see a small cloud approaching. You let it slip under you and then you relax yourself onto it, knowing that it will support you. It is soft, luxurious, and wonderful to feel on your skin.
As you enjoy it you see the rain above you forming into the shape of a woman who drifts down to join you on the cloud. She relaxes next to you, hip to hip, her feet by your head and her head by your feet. The cloud lifts up under your head and hers so you can look on each other.
"Why hello there my beautiful friend." She says to you.
"I was about to say the same thing." You respond with a smile. There is an instant sense of trust here. You can't say why, but you know she is your friend.
"I am the Spirit of the Blue Lake." She says by introduction. "And you are <<print $dname>>. I have watched you come to my lands and meet my people. I have watched this happen many times. I was waiting to truly know you before I acted." You let her continue.
"I am not one of the Pit or of the Maker." She says. "I am a soul, much like you I imagine, who has found her place here in the water. I have watched the Maker's forces control the Anwar and threaten my people, and I have watched the devils that have come before you threaten my people as well but you, you are different. <<if $firstlaw eq "love">>The way you speak of love, and unity. It made my heart stir. I think you are the one to help my people better than any other, and so you have my blessing. Let the power of the rain guide you.<<endif>><<if $firstlaw eq "merit">>The way you speak of unity, and judging a person by their merit, this I can respect. I believe worshipping you is the path to my peoples success, and so you have my blessing.<<endif>>"
She sits up, leaning in, moving her legs behind her as she does, and not surprising you at all, she kisses you.
It is a lovely, lush, wet kiss from her liquid lips, her tongue, suprisingly firm for being made of water, sliding into your mouth and probing, pressing, caressing what it finds.
[[Let Her Keep Going|BSGSPreg]]
[[Stop her There|BSGSNo]]You wake up the next morning feeling awful. The room is spinning around you and you feel like you're about to be sick. As you shift your weight you feel your stomach bulging hugely in front of you and a glance down confirms your fears, and worse.
Not only is your stomach so pumped with the rock-lizard's cum that you look nine months pregnant, but your body apparently thinks you actually are knocked up. You now sport a rather pretty pair of breasts and your face and backside feel different.
You have to pick up your belly and tug it out of the bed to stand up. You wince as you put pressure on your ass, it is very tender from having that big thick cock up it all night. You waddle to the bathroom and sigh in dismay at your reflection.
Your face is distinctly feminine, your lips are thicker, your eyes are bigger and slightly tilted, your hairline is completely filled back in and your cheekbones are higher and pronounced, with your nose smaller and cuter than before. You are beautiful. Your hair seems thicker and darker than before, and even longer as it hangs down to your ass.
Speaking of which, that part of your body seems to have shifted to accommodate the intruder. Your hips have gained about four inches and your ass is very swollen. You reach down gingerly for the cock stuck up it and wince as it still seems quite energetic about pumping cum into you.
You feel sick again and go to the toilet. You are still hugging it when Unklangor enters the room calling out for you. You don't feel like responding and he pokes his head in the bathroom and sees you.
"Oh hey I..." He pulls a face, obviously finding your appearance rather gross. "Oh. Well I guess that didn't work out the way it should have." He scratches his head. "Well I uh, figure you probably want to get back to your room huh?" He says, obviously booting you out.
[[Ugh, yes.|PreggersSpy2]]<<set $spybody = "sissy">>"Oh my god." You mutter. "Okay fine but you cannot tell any of my future subjects about this!"
"Boobs!" He responds poking you again, swinging the net around.
"Okay okay!" You relent. He smiles and reaches up and undoes a rope, sending you sprawling down as the net opens around you. You stand up as he walks around you and cups your boobs from behind.
His hands are big, but your boobs are pretty big too. Despite that you're a full foot shorter than him, your boobs overflow his big hands as they squeeze and jiggle. "Very nice boobs." He smirks happily, enjoying your brand new skin and never-sagged boobies.
"Yeah, yeah, amazing boobs. I'll give you like, a minute." You pout, annoyed you don't have a mind wiping spell available.
[[Tune out until he's done|RockfucksPyra]]
[[Count out loud obnoxiously|RockspanksPyra]]You climb up a nearby tree and take in your surroundings. The forest is thick, tangled, and full of thorns and briars. The only thing that looks civilized is Malleguarde's tower that jabs ostentatiously at the sky. You sure aren't going back there.
After a day or two in the woods you've fashioned yourself a primitive spear and kept yourself alive hunting small game. You decide to take things up a notch when you see one of Malleguarde's orcs on patrol.
Waiting in a tree above you drop at the perfect time and drive your spear straight through his neck. He dies almost instantly and you pilfer his clothes and armor and weapons. Emboldened by this you keep an eye out for the next patrol.
Sure enough a few days later a similar orc comes stumbling through the thick forest. You have better weapons and armor now and get the drop on him the same way. As you are congratulating yourself you hear a voice from down the way. "Grog? Grog what happen?" A crashing noise follows and you see the ogre come through the forest at you.
Your eyes widen and you scramble for your tree. The ogre sees the dead orc and then you and bellows. A club nearly the size of a tree trunk slams into your legs and you fall to the ground roughly. The ogre is deceptively quick for his size and his club comes crashing down again. The orc's armor weighs down your slender body too much, and doesn't offer much protection against the crushing power of the ogre's club. With a sickening squelch your body is turned into a bloody mess.
But despite all that, your soul persists.
[[Back to the Pit|MalBadPit]]
<<set $malbad = "forest">>You walk onto the balcony adjacent to Julia's summoning room. It overlooks a grand courtyard and you can see the entrance to the Cathedral proper from here.
There are fires burning all over, lighting up the night like unholy fireflies. You hear the screams louder from up here. Men and women being taken by demons. Not all of the screams are of resistance or despair. You grin at that. You hear a battle below you and see half-dressed paladins desperately trying to keep fanged and clawed demons at bay.
You close your eyes and breathe in the ash and screams. "Feels like home." You say with a grin over your shoulder at Julia. She walks up behind you and runs her hands up your chest, kissing at your shoulders. "What uh, what are you planning on if the Maker sends his angels?"
Julia shrugs. "I plan to die free. And then be with you in Hell." You grin brightly.
"Wonderful plan." You say as you kiss her deeply.
[[And Angels Indeed Came...|DevilGirlAngelFight]]A few days later the Anwar army has stopped pursuing your forces and retreated back to the flood plains. Your forces nurse their wounds and recover. Many express to you plainly that while they will continue to praise your name, they cannot fight in another battle like that and return to their homes.
Despondent you look to the sky for some sort of answer as a pleasant rain begins to fall. You hold out your hand to let it gather there and then tilt your head as the rain begins to take on a solid shape. A hand in yours. You glance up to see the water spirit standing there, smiling at you.
"Don't fret my dear." She says smiling. "The Maker's magic is mighty after all. There is no shame in retreating. My jungle is lush, filled with exotic fruits, colorful animals, and all sorts of amusements." She smiles suggestively. "And your people are here for you, pale and tan, man and woman, whatever else you wish them to be, all here for your amusmenet." She smiles at you steps closer, her touch refreshing on your rough skin.
"Now tell me fire lord, is it so bad to be the Khan of the Marku and the Warlord of the Stedt? Together we can keep the Maker's lackeys away from us. We can live a life in paradise." She smiles at you again.
Well, she makes a good pitch. And it's not like you have any other options with your power drained and your resources exhausted. With one last look over your shoulder in the direction of the walled ziggurats of the Anwer, you step deeper into the jungle, deeper into your new home.
[[Jungle Khan|EJG3]]"Oh, hey." She says with a smile as you walk in. She's sitting in front of her bathroom mirror, stark naked. Her body looks incredible. She's definitely changing. Like you her breasts are growing, her hips are getting wider and her face is softer and prettier in a classic sense. She's painting her lips a dark red and making faces in the mirror to see how it looks. "What do you think?" She turns to you. Her makeup is dark, sexy, not at all like anything you've ever seen her in before.
"It looks hot." You say, honestly.
"Thanks." She grins. "What's up?" She asks, wondering why you are in her room.
"Oh uh," You are distracted by her naked body. "I um, I need to talk to someone."
"About the changes?" She asks. "I'm kinda happy, we're gonna be real twins now!"
You blush slightly. "Oh, you knew?"
She gives you a look. "Of course. Every time we make out lately you're pushing my hands away from your cock and chest, obviously you don't want me touching you there. I figured it was so I wouldn't know you're growing boobs and your cock is going away."
"Oh." You say blankly. "Yeah that was pretty much it." You mutter.
She laughs. "You're adorable. Here, c'mere." She scoots over in her chair and pats the space next to her. You come and sit down next to her, clutching the robe about you. "Hold still." She says, moving the lipstick towards you.
You let yourself be distracted as your sister does your makeup for the first time in your life. Your girlier face is easy to accentuate into something beautiful, and she knows just what to do considering how you have the same bone structure and looks. By the time she's done you're quite impressed at how pretty you are, and she is hugging you tight, practically squealing at all the things you'll be able to share.
[[The week passes...|GEMS12]]
<<set $gems = "girl">>"Lemme take a look at you first." Dagget says, stopping you as you join the two of them.
<<if $gbonus eq "trained">>"Good." He says, seeing you've changed your style up to make it cleaner and plainer.
"Alright." Dagget says, introducing his sparring partner. "This here is Captain Montana. He's going to be your workout coach for the rest of the week." He says. "You don't give him any problems or you'll be training with me and that won't be near as fun."
[[Get started|BDagget4]]<<endif>><<if $gbonus eq "femmefatale">>"Goddamnit. I told you this isn't a beauty pageant." He scowls at your stylish hair and makeup. "Well fuck it, we'll just sweat it off of you."
"I think it looks hot." The other man chirps in. Dagget glares daggers at him.
"Alright." Dagget says, introducing his sparring partner. "This pervert here is Captain Montana. He's going to be your workout coach for the rest of the week." He says. "You don't give him any problems or you'll be training with me and that won't be near as fun."
[[Get started|BDagget4]]<<endif>><<if $gbonus eq "hard">>"Good," he nods, seeing your face and hair are still simple and functional.
"Alright." Dagget says, introducing his sparring partner. "This pervert here is Captain Montana. He's going to be your workout coach for the rest of the week." He says. "You don't give him any problems or you'll be training with me and that won't be near as fun."
[[Get started|BDagget4]]<<endif>><<if $gbonus eq "maid">>"Well." He says, seeing your pigtails and lipgloss remain unchanged. "Guess I know how this workout is starting." As he speaks he is unzipping his pants and freeing a very long, very thick, rather hairy cock. He then jumps in front of you and shoves you to your knees pressing the cock in your face. His hands then quickly move to grab your pigtails and hold them tight.
"I told you bimbo, handlebars." He says with a superior stare of lust. "You suck until I let go."
"Sir ympphhfff." You are cut off from finishing your sir yes sir by a very thick cock being shoved between your glossy pink lips. It's so thick it stretches your mouth out almost painfully, you feel as though the little corner where your upper and lower lips meet is about to start ripping and would have sighed in relief when it doesn't if you had any room at all to breathe from your mouth.
He lets you suck at his cock for about a minute before he snaps another order. "Eyes up here recruit, look at me." You open your eyes and make contact with his as you suck his cock, your lips stretched around it. He starts to pull back on your pigtails and you follow his lead and pull your head back, he then pulls forward and you follow his lead again. He pulls you back and forth on his cock forcing you to deep throat and suck on it.
"Damn, that's hot." The second man says watching you with a growing hard on that's even bigger than Dagget's.
"You can use her next, Montana." Dagget says with a satisfied sigh as he cums in your mouth. It didn't take long, he must have already been ready to go when you arrived. Or maybe you're just that good. He doesn't cum much but it's enough to make you cough on it, which Dagget seems to enjoy as he lets go of your handlebars and slowly pulls his big dick out.
You have just enough time to breathe a few deep gasps before the younger man is in front of you with his cock presented for you. It's not quite as thick as Dagget's, but a little bit longer and is completely hairless. His balls are also shaved, and huge.
"Recruit Kayla, this is Captain Montana." Dagget says as he puts his cock away. "He's going to be in charge of your exercises for the next week. Montana, any day she shows up looking like a cocksucker be sure to treat her like one."
"Sir Yes Sir!" Montana says happily as he starts tugging you back and forth on his dick.
[[Suck him off|BDagget4]]<<endif>><h1><center>Guardian of the Galaxy... Trailer Park</center></h1>You nod at Gloria's proposal and soon you find yourself standing in a cheap wedding dress that only comes down to your upper thighs, under an arch made of empty beer cans and promising to faithfully love and cherish Mr. Festus H. Chamberlain until death do you part. The dozen or so people in the audience are so inebriated you can't tell what they're crying or cheering about.
At the end of the short ceremony, Festus happily declares you to be his for good now and carries you off to his pickup truck to consummate the marriage. Again.
You try everything you possibly can to make this hell end early. You try to deny sex, only to find you don't have much of a say in the matter. You try to be lazy and refuse to work, only to find that this is what Festus expected of you. You try to get him arrested for domestic violence, only to get such a rotten reputation with the police that they stop showing up even when he really does hit you.
Everything you do the man seems to take as a challenge. When you let your appearance go he starts screwing whores on the side. When you burn down the trailer he just has you both move in with your dad, who consistently takes his side. You spend your life cooking barely edible meals for a man who stopped giving a shit about you years ago, being called fat, ugly, and beaten and taken against your will just to be reminded of your place.
When Festus finally has a heart attack at the ripe old age of 43, you've spent twenty years as aging trailer trash. Finally, you feel your body's pains lifting as you are called back.
"Well." Gloria says, her wings larger and her aura glowing with purity from her accomplishments over the years. "You did about the worst job you possibly could have. There's only one job left for you now."
You find out what it is soon enough. You've lost the right to a physical body. You are sent back to that same trailer park to serve as it's guardian angel. You are told with good service you might have a chance to regain physical form.
You consider falling to Oblivion, but you don't have the guts to do that. So you spend the rest of your days watching over the trailer park you couldn't wait to get out of. You aren't much better as a guardian angel than you were as a romantic motivator unfortunately, and it doesn't look like you'll get out of this.
Oh well, it could be worse. You get to watch trailer trash fuck and fight and argue. It's like the //Jerry Springer Show// for free for life. That's your fate.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingGotGTP = "yes">>Your jaw is nearly on the floor as you stand there, arm still stretched out from pushing open her bathroom door, your other hand tight around the midsection of your robe.
She's lying in the tub, splashing as her hands move up and down the length of a rather decent sized cock, in fact it looks almost exactly like yours before it started shrinking. Her eyes are closed and her other hand is at her breasts, although it keeps moving about like it can't quite find what it's looking for. "Mmmm Tommy..." she moans.
You almost bolt but your knees are jelly and don't respond. Her eyes are closed. She isn't talking to you. She's jacking off thinking about you! ...not that you haven't found your thoughts drifting in her direction as you played with yourself in the tub over the past few weeks but...damn!!
You slowly start to back away, trying not to make any sound. As you do so she moans again. "Oh yeah right there Tommy!" And shoots her wad. It sprays hard out of her cock, spraying in a long arc that splatters the fountainhead of the bathtub and mixes with the bathwater. She sighs happily and opens her eyes and, of course, sees you.
You are expecting her to scream and curse at you, but instead she just grins. It's a rather cocky grin, one that you are used to seeing, but never quite so ... eager. She sees the startled look in your eyes and her grin deepends. "Unless you want me to yell for mom you'd better come in and shut the door." she says, rubbing the rim of the tub inviting you to sit.
Blushing hard, you step into the steamy bathroom and close the door behind you and slide your plump backside across the rim of the tub so that you are sitting by where her head rests.
[[Talk about what's going on...|GemS22]]
<<set $gems = "boy">>You step out to talk to your mom. She's been pacing nervously waitng for you. When she sees you smiling she smiles cautiously. You tell her the news. "She's resisting it, I just think she needs a dash of cold water to the face, something that drives home she can't just keep ignoring this situation." Your mom can't help but grin a little as she realizes what you mean. "Go get her fixed up." You say, giving your mom a swat on the ass. "By the way, what we calling her?"
"Oh, I uh, hadn't thought of that he"
"She." you correct her. "We can't let her pretend she isn't a woman."
"Sorry, she wouldn't let me."
"That's fine." You say. You go get a drink and watch TV while you wait. About an hour later your mom comes out. The woman that follows her almost makes you spill your drink.
The bombshell body she has was hidden before, now it is on full display and it is stunning. She's wearing a sleeveless white blouse that is unbuttoned down her boobs and displays massive cleavage. A tight little black skirt is wrapped around her very big ass and a black belt highlights her tiny waist. Her legs are in opaque black hose and she is walking a bit nervously in four inch black stilletos. Her thick black hair hangs about her in a sex kitten fashion. Her makeup is heavy with a dark style, almost a bit on the gothic side of corporate acceptability. She still wears those thick rimmed square glasses, looking a lot more now like a hot secretary than an engineer.
Your mother walks up to you first and whispers to you. "I told her to do whatever you say, and that I'd be furious if she didn't." She says giving you a conspiratorial grin. You smile, your girls really do have your back. You turn your attention to the latest addition to your collection.
"Hello Miss Gemma." You say standing up and walking to them. "I couldn't think of a name nearly as hot as you but hopefully that will do." Did she blush a little? Yes she did. "Now, step into my office, let's discuss your new responsibilities." Your cock is swelling, not just from how incredible she looks, but also from talking to her this way. You do slap her ass, cup it, and jiggle it this time as you walk past her. She lets out a very cute little gasp. Then you hear the high heels clicking after you.
[[Time to play CEO|GemSD24]]<<if $sex eq "male">>"Wait WAIT!" You scream, causing the swirling reality around you to cease at once. You glance down at your breasts, swivel to see your hips and don't even bother to put your pussy under the proverbial microscope.
"What the fuck?" You ask gesturing to your new body in shock. "I'm a guy, this isn't who I am, change me back! Right now!"<<else>>"Wait WAIT!" You scream, causing the swirling reality around you to cease at once. You glance down at your hefty teardrop breasts and swivel to see your new obscenely widened hips. "What the fuck?" You ask gesturing to your new body in shock. "I'm not a piece of clay for you to play with! I look like a cow!"<<endif>>
In response Della merely offers a disarming grin as she extends her other hand and strokes your cheek with it. "You are beautiful now my sister. We are the bringers of love." Her right hand, still holding yours, squeezes reassuringly. "The Maker decrees that the woman's form is the vessel of love. We are blessed to bring solace to the people without his light, or those who need it to shine brightly." She smiles, almost giddy as she explains this. "Ours is not to fight, to question, or to cause discord. We are the messengers, and His message is love."
"I don't remember saying I want to be a message of love..." You say backing away from her loving touch.
"If you weren't meant for it, the food would not have changed you." She says smugly. <<if $sex eq "male">>"Don't worry cutie, you make a lovely woman. This is what the Maker has destined for you. Now let's get you through your initial trial."<<else>>"Don't worry cutie, you look absolutely lovely. This is what the Maker has destined for you. This is your ultimate purpose as a woman. Now let's get you through your initial trial."<<endif>>
Reality begins to swirl about you again.
[[Fine, Bring it|Mercy1]]
[[Nope, I Quit!|NoMercy]]You soon discover that Montana is a very energetic fitness freak. It is no wonder that he was chosen to help you with your workouts. He guides you through every exercise, every workout and constantly pushes you to work longer and harder than you feel you possibly could.
After you beg for a break and he lets you take one. You sit exhausted leaning up against one of the workout devices, sipping water and feeling miserable, wondering if you can make it through this.
[[Feel the Burn. Love the Burn. Workout Hard.|BDTrainsrs]]"If you wish to know your darkest pleasures, do as I say." You command, swiveling your hips and showing off the reward these slender demons will receive for obeying you.
The devils smile. They thrive on orders. They want to obey you. You smile, this body is giving you power. "Kiss." You say simply.
The two slender male devils turn to each other with almost shy grins on their faces. Both move to the other at the same time as they start to kiss passionately. They enjoy it, you can tell by the bulges in their robes.
"Strip." You say casually, enjoying the view as they get naked. Their bodies are gaunt, almost starved in appearance, but they have a sick sort of eroticism to them.
"On the ground." You say commandingly, and the two begin to roll on the rough rocks as they caress each other until they end up one on top of the other. Your grin widens, this is the position you like.
Both of your cocks are hard as you drop to your knees and bend over them. You position one to enter each of their asses as they kiss each other, your upper cock positioned to fuck the demon on top doggy style, and your lower cock ready to enter the lower demon as he lies on his back. You slide into them, encountering just enough resistance to make shoving your cocks in a lot of fun. They moan and squirm as you penetrate them roughly, and then your instincts take over.
Having two devils impaled on your cocks is quite the rush. They gasp, moan, beg for you give them more and to ease up as the case may be. You don't listen to any of it, you just fuck them as hard as you feel like. Sniveling little things. They'll call you Mistress soon. Or maybe Master. You'll decide later.
You fuck them for long hours, making sure they understand who the boss is. Finally when you are exhausted and have cum deep within them and made them clean your pair of cocks they nervously ask if you ready to meet their master.
[[Make it So|Lust3]]
<<set $sucpref = "dom">>You're in a cheap tavern. Nearly worthless currency is passed around haphazardly by people who don't have anything more to their names. The surfaces are all stained, the floors are worse. The man behind the bar looks like he could pass out any moment. The thugs inside of it don't look much more stable.
A woman with curly black hair is at the end of the bar. She's attracting a crowd. She doesn't seem bothered by them. She glances your way and beckons you over. You take your mug with you.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You grunt with exertion as you drop the heavy stone onto the wall you are building. It fits in perfectly. You pause to wipe your brow. This is back breaking work, but it will keep your loved ones safe. After a moment's rest, you bend over to pick up the next one.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]A dizzying array of colors and lights blinks before you. You are the cockpit of an advanced vessel, deep in unexplored regions of the cosmos. It is a one person mission, you have been happily solitary for months now. As you examine the readouts you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. There is something behind you. You are not alone anymore.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You open your eyes. You see your father standing there before you. Information flashes at a blinding speed through your heads up display. You easily understand all of it. You are complete. He calls you your name, he named you after a goddess who sprung fully formed from her father's brain. You lift a dark arm to confirm what your in-built memory has already told you. You are alive.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]It takes you weeks to get it done. Weeks of teasing Malone and rubbing up against him. As the days go by you're forced to be more and more distracting so he doesn't suspect. Your pants get shorter, your shirts get tighter and smaller, you make your own lipstick and eyeshadow and make friend with a young lady who used to be a beautician.
After a few months have gone by you're prancing around in short shorts and a halter top, bending over in front of Malone at every opportunity and letting him fondle and spank you whenever he likes. You're just at the point where you're going to have to start sucking his dick when you finish the job.
Breathing a sigh of relief and wiping the sweat from your brow you take a step back and look at what you've managed to weld together. The wiring and interior parts were very hard to come by, most of them scavenged from machines that are necessary to sustain this compound, machines that will soon fail.
You take the final piece, the power source for Malone's device, and place it in the center of the bomb. As you do this you hear the warning sirens go off. Malone's device is failing. You hear panicked footsteps running in all directions, screams, gunshots.
And then you hear roars, battle cries, curses and hymns. The forces of Paradise and the Pit are descending on this planet at the same time. The survivors won't last long. Well, you didn't come this far to back down now.
You think of the humiliations you've endured. How you were forced into a delectable body, paraded around like a piece of meat for male amusement in a place that was supposed to be heaven. How you were given assignment after assignment to kowtow to people that don't matter and never will. You glare up at the shaking ceiling, and you show the cosmos what you think of its divine order.
You detonate the bomb.
[[I Am Become Death|EndingSingularityApotheosis]]A young girl runs through a thickly forested area, thick hair blowing in the wind as she laughs. She's just starting to come into her body, and learning it's potential. She attempts to vault over a fallen tree and doesn't quite make it, skinning her knee as she tumbles over it.
Wincing, but not crying, she turns to see a rabbit's skeleton lying under the heavy tree trunk. She gazes at it for a moment and then picks up the skull.
It is in this moment that she comprehends that one day she will just be a skull. There will be no more thoughts, no more actions, she simply will not be.
She walks home.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You are waiting. You can't remember what for. You stand there on a dirt road near the edge of town, waiting. You feel a strange compulsion to investigate over the next hill, the sort of compulsion you have never felt before. You scale the hill, knowing that you are leaving whatever it is you were waiting for behind.
Over the top of the hill you see the partially butchered corpse of a deer lying there. It's dead eyes seem to beg you for help. You aren't sure what to do.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You are in a smoke filled tepee. It is night outside. The four pole circular tent narrows into a point above you. You are on your knees, your head is hanging but your demeanor says you are unbowed. An elder is lecturing you. The elder tells you your love is wrong. Your kind does not lie with the kind you were discovered with. You clench your fists and wait for his lecture to end. You are younger than him, by dozens of winters, but you know he is wrong.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You point your claw towards the protected planet and Zajj nods in agreement as he goes to board his own ship. You take the command deck as the armored mole-like devils work the controls expertly. They seem to be creatures quite comfortable with steel and fire. A blast echoes throughout the ship as whatever hellish reactor powers this vessel kicks on and you lurch forward as the ship is sent rocketing towards your target planet.
As it comes into view you see it is a lush, green world with large blue oceans and puffy white clouds. You can practically hear the inhabitants singing peacefully from here. The only question is, how will you begin this massacre?
[[Nuke Them From Orbit|WHWKablow]]
[[Land Your Forces|WHWMarch]]"Oops." Your friend says as the die rolls off the table and lands on the floor. "Sorry." She picks it up. "Try again!"
[[Roll the Die!|either("Aries","Taurus","Leo","Saggitarius","Capricorn","Aquarius","Pisces","EndingRNG")]]You're starting a new year in school, in a new district. You're nervous, worried about making friends, wondering how all the kids you used to see every day are doing.
You meet a boy with an infectious laugh who finds you fascinating for being the new kid. Thanks to him you know everyone soon enough. You're so happy to have made a friend. He dies of a brain aneurysm a week later. You can't remember his name.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]Your fist connects fully with the face of a forgetable man. His badly fitted metal armor makes his crash to the floor heavy and loud. You laugh and tell him he should have closed his helmet. You draw your sword as similarly dressed soldiers rush towards you. This is what happens when mercenaries don't have work.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]<h1><center>The Main Attraction</center></h1>You endure the situation for what seems like hours and then the door finally appears. You jump for it and find yourself back in the dressing room. You shiver and try to collect yourself. You know it will be time to go out again soon enough. You try to change into lower heels but you can't get your shoes off. You try to find some clothes that will be harder for the tentacle pole to rip off but there aren't many options.
Your hair and makeup remain flawless and soon enough the door appears. You try to resist going through it. This just leads to your tits dragging you through and the act starting with you right on top of the tentacle pole. Once again you struggle to stay away but this time it manages to catch you and soon is plunging its way up your pussy to the delight of the men watching. As soon as it is done the door appears and you rush back in.
This routine continues indefinitely. You try to avoid the pole. Sometimes you succeed. Often you fail. You soon know what it is like to have that thing in every orifice of your body. Sometimes it shoves you off the stage and the crowd is on you in a heartbeat. They take turns holding you down and ravaging you. This sessions don't end until every angel there is exhausted. This can take months.
Your breaks are never more than a few moments. Just enough to keep you from being completely frazzled, but way too off balance to try anything to get out of this mess. Every once in a while, seemingly randomly, the stern bottle blonde comes by to tell you how popular you are.
The act continues on a regular basis and you become a very popular attraction. Your gigantic tits and pleading screams as you try to avoid being pole raped and gang banged by Seraphs keep the morale of the angel army high and they score many serious victories against the devils. You wouldn't know anything about that though, you're due on stage soon.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingMainAttraction = "yes">><center><h1>The Princess's Sacrifice</h1></center>It isn't long before heavy boots sound in the hallway, and the guard returns with a half dozen powerfully built, heavily armed paladins. Their shields are imbued with holy symbols, the light from which makes you draw back into the corner, where they hold you at bay.
"Vile thing!" They shout at you. "How did you escape unharmed Princess?" One asks.
"She said her blessings too quickly as I tried to drain her blood." You hiss before the princess is forced to come up with a lie. "The cursed woman kept saying her prayers and I was starving. There's no impurity to be had in these chambers!"
Such words you know will raise the princess's stock with the paladins and the servants who hear you. She gives you an odd look of thanks as a priest arrives and begins chanting words that will banish you back to the pit.
You say nothing about who summoned you or why. No words you say on that subject would be believed. But just to make things interesting you lunge at the paladins just as the spell finishes. A brief struggle ensues before the banishing spell goes off, sending you back to where you came.
You hope that Christina is able to remove the devil summoning Bishop from power. You hope she is able to move the people towards a more tolerant sort of position. But you will never know.
[[Awaken in the Pit|DevilPit]]
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $UFPJuliaChris1 = "yes">>"Lur'grish?" You say as you walk up to Wendy's mate. He pretends to glance up at you as if just noticing you now. You smile at that, he was watching you from the moment you stood up and starting swaying your wide hips and shiny tail over to him.
He looks a lot like Unklangor, but his brows are thicker and he is a few inches taller and wider. He also appears to have the start of small horns growing from his forehead. His skin is a slightly greener tone than Unklangor's grey as well.
"Whatsa matter?" He says with a smirk. "Your so called egg provider can't keep that ass stuffed?" He grabs your tail and squeezes it roughly.
You weren't expecting that and it provokes a soft oooh and then a squeal as it becomes painful. You understand that he is doing something very inappropriate here, and you are glad Unklangor was distracted at the time or you're sure a fight would have broken out.
You pull out of groping range but you don't give up that easy. This guy is the key to something, you just know it. So you start taunting him. Suggesting that he's sitting alone because he's scared of the others and he isn't as strong or as clever or as rich as them. At first he just seems annoyed, but then he becomes more and more aggravated.
It's when you start implying that the reason he smells like devils is that he's trying to buy performance enhancers from them that he really snaps.
"Look you little slag if what I'm doing pans out we'll all be lucky for the rest of our lives." He says forcefully, slamming his drink down. "And if you think I'm not ready to fill you with eggs why don't you try me."
That makes you blink. An odd choice of words. Lucky...
You're about to start your next string of conversation when you happen to glance up and make eye contact with Unklangor. He looks like he's on the verge of being crushed due to seeing you talking with his asshole rival. You pause for a moment, feeling no small amount of guilt...but you have a job to do!
[[Forget your job, go to your mate!|SexyEgg]]
[[Break Unklangor's heart, seduce Lur'grish for information|Fucklurgrish]]You look at yourself in the mirror and think about what Dagget said.
<<if $tbonus eq "wife">>He wants you to work on your physique, get rid of your love handles and slim down the fat and bulk up the muscles. You obviously aren't going to fix that overnight.<<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "heartbreaker">>He was a bit insulting about your body. What did he say, some muscle to go with those big tits? Pig. Still, you have to agree you could use some more brawn if you're going to be in the civil defense. Oh well, not something you can fix tonight.<<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "buffy">>He was impressed by your physique, you don't have to worry about that.<<endif>>
<<if $elfbonus eq "fighter">>He found your clothing appropriate, so you don't have to worry about that.<<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "thief">>He said you dressed like a hipster ninja and told you to wear something made for hard work, not blending and sneaking tomorrow. You could [[change into something more sensible|BDchangeclothes]] or you could risk it and see what happens.<<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "vamp">>He made quite the erotic threat about what would happen if you showed up wearing a skirt and heels again tomorrow. You should probably [[change into something more sensible|BDchangeclothes]]. Of course you could always risk it and see if he was serious. <<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "trained">>You've changed into a pair of tight yoga pants, sneakers, and a tank top and sportsbra. You're ready to work hard tomorrow!<<endif>>
<<if $gbonus eq "femmefatale">>He didn't like your heavy makeup and exotic hairstyle. Philistine. You should probably [[go minimal|BDchangemakeup]] tomorrow. Or you could show up all dolled up and see what happens.<<endif>><<if $gbonus eq "maid">>He made a promise about using your pigtails as handlebars if you kept your current hairstyle. The pink lip gloss probably isn't doing much to discourage thoughts of your lips on his cock. You might want to [[go minimal|BDchangemakeup]]. Or you could do nothing to change your style and see if he was serious.<<endif>><<if $gbonus eq "hard">>He liked that you wore minimal makeup, so you don't have to worry about that.<<endif>><<if $gbonus eq "trained">>You've cleaned up your makeup and fixed your hair. You look like a boring soldier girl now, which is exactly what Dagget wanted, so you should be fine in this regard.<<endif>>
If there's nothing more you want to do, then [[get to sleep|BDDagget2]], you'll go see Dagget the next morning.You walk up to her. She is a dark blue haired vision in a glamorous white dress, no straps and sweetheart neckline giving a tantalizing glance at a chest just large enough to beg to be used but not so large as to seem unwieldy. A slit runs up one leg giving a beautiful view of her light aqua skin and glittery silver heels. A pair of impressive white wings sprouts from her back and end just above her ankles, a halo hangs over her head. She's not being subtle in the least. Good.
"Prosciutto melon." You give your order, raising an eyebrow from the lady as you knew it would. As she moves to face in your direction her dress lingers behind and then draws itself to her again like a cloud moving in the wind, a tantalizing glimpse at the flesh underneath covered almost instantly, but not quite. That sort of technology and style is very expensive, she must be here on something important. Luckily for you, you outrank her.
"I see there's a cold front coming in." You say as you sit down next to her. To her credit she doesn't glance down to see if her nipples are hard.
"You'll find things quite frigid I assure you." She says, obviously annoyed at your presence.
"That's a shame." You place your hand over hers and whisper briefly in her ear the sequence of code words that gives you tactical control over her as an asset. She clenches her teeth and swears under her breath.
"What do you need?" She hisses.
"Oh I'm just a fallen angel having one last round of fun before you drag me back to the Maker, right?" You wink at her. "Follow my lead."
[[Play the Game|KG2]]"Please tell me, what must I do to join the Maker's flock?" You say sweetly, drawing the man's attention back to the subject at hand.
You sit primly, legs crossed, back straight, hands laced in front of your knee. You smile gently and react subtly but appropriately to him. <<if $sucbody eq "prettygirl">>He is being quite the gentleman about avoiding looking at your body<<endif>><<if $succrotch eq "prettycock">>, he is also constantly doing all he can to avoid staring at your hard cock.<<endif>><<if $sucbody eq "prettygirl">> He is constantly trying not to ogle your curves<<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "minidress">> especially as the skimpy dress you are stuffed into draws his eyes at even the slightest movement<<endif>>.
Julia had told you to just do what comes natural, but you don't really think she meant that literally. Or she had no idea what your natural thoughts are to do at the moment. But the young man's thoughts seem to be more aligned with what your brain is sending strong signals to you to do. You can see his rather impressive manhood is <<if $sucbody eq "prettygirl">>standing at about half mast<<endif>><<if $sucbody eq "sexygirl">>making a very large tent<<endif>> in his tight pants.
[[Be a good girl, let him tell you all about the Maker|SLDX1PassiveGoodGirl]]
[[Be a bad girl, tempt him with all he's missing|SLDX1PassiveBadGirl]]
<<set $sld = $sld +1>>Christina is rather perturbed to find out that you've been working for Julia. You don't tell her of course, but the moment you extend Julia's invitation she figures it out. Still, you make the same pitch to her that you just made to the Archmage, and Christina listens. You arrange a secret dinner meeting between the two of them in Julia's tower and spend the day setting a perfect table for the two of them to enjoy.
They spend most of the meal getting to know each other, dancing aroun the topics you set them up to discuss. Afterwards you bring them some of them some of Julia's finest wine as they chat. They laugh as you approach, Julia must have been telling stories about you. You catch just a little of what they were saying, it is mostly complimentary, if a little scandalous.
As you bring them a delicious chocolate dessert you are pleased to detect that they are relaxed and comfortable around each other. You knew they'd get along! They are also dancing around the topic of same sex relationships. It's just too cute.
You can't resist.
[[Time for a Three Way!|JuliaChristina3way]]You are in the classroom for what seems like months. Nonstop. You don't grow tired, and neither does your professor. To say she covers the basics would be short service to the massive amount of knowledge of celestial geography, savoir faire, and urban survival that is crammed into your head.
For starters you learn that the Minaret you are in is the home of the Maker. Theoretically he is at the highest point of it. Theoretically because nothing with a conscious mind has ascended so far and lived to speak of it. His voice is passed to those on the higher levels, beings who have nearly returned to being bodiless souls themselves, and passed down until it is safely diluted so that those with solid bodies can hear it.
The tower itself is powerful magic. The class you are now a part of represents a select group of students called over a century of time in the real world. Thanks to the magic of the Minaret, you all arrived at the same time.
Additionally you learn that Paradise as you know it is indeed not the only heaven. There are other cities in the Firmament, that being the name for the solid clouds that Paradise is built on, and even free angels that owe no allegiance to anyone. These lesser heavens must be convinced to join Paradise, and making that happen is one of the goals of the Heralds. Regina explains that there is no strategic advantage against the Adversary when it comes to isolation or spreading out. Power is found in numbers and unity.
You learn of the nature of the lesser Cosmic beings that have carved miniature kingdoms out of both Heaven and Hell and the worlds between, how they think, what motivates them, and what could bring them into the fold of Paradise under the Maker. Your mind feels overwhelmed with knowledge at several points.
There are practical instructions as well. You learn languages at a greatly accelerated pace, and soon can pick up most mortal languages fluently in under a day, and you learn many of the Celestial tongues by heart as well. Some you cannot speak due to their inherently evil nature, but you learn to understand them as best you can.
Several times you find yourself wishing you had insisted on changing. As the girl showing off the most leg in the entire class you find yourself being used as an example of what to do in a last resort scenario. A finger on any of Regina's four arms pointing at you and a dryly witty "Dress like that," become the go to response for how to do something truly impossible. After the first few times though you expect it and it almost seems to be inspiring you. At least you will be remembered.
As the classes finally wind down you find yourself drawn again and again to the name of a flower that grows in some remote parts of Paradise, one used ages ago in diplomacy. You find the reason for this soon enough, as Regina calls upon you one by one to choose the name you will take with you.
When she calls on you, you stand and proudly announce "Lilea" without any hesitation or doubt. Smiling in approval and acceptance, Regina declares you ready for your first assignment.
[[I'm Ready!|Herald4]]You position yourself to be the Princess's bath attendant, meaning you get to wash her every night and get a lot of private time with her. You smile as she tries not to moan at your light touches, even the ones on her non-erogenous zones. The poor girl is desperate for it.
You comment on it like a sympathetic friend. The princess thanks you for your concern, but vows that she will not disobey the Maker's laws about same sex relations. This is when you hit her with her prepared speech.
"But my lady, I am not the same as you. In my land we have three sexes, I am of the third." The princess wasn't expecting that. You give her the details. The look on her face is all you need.
You stand by the side of her tub and unlace your dress, wiggling out of it. You remove your undergarments slowly, tantalizingly, putting on a little show for her. You make sure you are facing away when you remove your panties, and then turn back to face her so that she sees your cock. Her eyes widen.
"I think I can help you, Princess." You say with a smile as you slip into the tub.
Second later, you are hilted deep in her tight, wet pussy, kissing her passionately and carefully rubbing her clit as she squeezes her own nipples and moans with pure lust. You are at it for hours, her appetite is nearly insatiable and she has years of repression to work off.
"That was incredible." She says, as she relaxes in the afterglow, the two of you cuddled up together in the tub after you drew a new bath and cleaned out the old water thoroughly. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?"
You don't think //because my demonic powers hadn't made you a little lust slut yet// would be an appropriate answer so you softly say something about respecting her privacy.
"What a treasure you are." The princess says, stroking your wet hair. "I think you will be the answer to many problems."
[[Give her plenty of problems|PrincessBetray]]<<set $julia = "corruptobey">>"So let's talk about how we're going to put you to use for the Church." You get the feeling that 'the Church' might mean 'Julia' in this case but you don't say it out loud.
<<if $sucbody eq "prettygirl">>"You've been very good so far. You didn't try to influence the form I chose for you, and you didn't try to influence the milking spell. You've been a very good little devil girl as far as I'm concerned. So, you are going to stay with me. I need a personal assistant, and one that never gets tired or needs to eat seems like a good deal to me."
Julia snaps her fingers. As she does the bed vanishes and you find yourself standing upright in front of a full length mirror. Your perspective shifts as you realize you are wearing shoes with a three inch heel. You grab Julia's shoulder for balance and she smiles at your lack of experience with sudden shifts in reality.
Once you've composed yourself you pull your curly blonde hair back and look at your reflection. Your shoes are indeed high heels, with a blocky white design. You are wearing white stockings up to a garter belt and you can feel a pair of lacy wilk panties. You can't see it under the cream colored dress you have on. You can see stiff lacy petticoats under the three-layered ruffle-style skirt of it, causing it to stick out nearly a foot from where it fans out from your waist, coming about halfway to your knee. With the volume of the petticoats and the shortness of the skirt, every step will potentially give onlookers a nice little shot of your panties.
The bodice of the dress is pulled tight around your slender frame, and you can feel a nice silk cami underneath keeping the stiff material of the dress from your sensitive skin. The dress has no cleavage showing at all, your chest is covered entirely by it. The sleeves are very short and puff out around your shoulders, coming only a few inches down your arms, leaving them bare otherwise. A light coating of tasteful makeup has appeared on your pretty face.
You turn and see a large bow is tied behind your lower back just above the skirt. It is so large that the trailing ribbons are visible from the front. The whole ensemble makes you look extremely demure and feminine, pretty but not sexy in a way that might challenge a noblewoman's ego. It also looks a bit juvenile, the sort of thing that denotes the girl wearing this outfit is of lower class, but wearing an outfit that will not displease her betters. You easily can tell this is what a high class serving girl wears in these parts.
"You look so pretty." Julia gushes happily, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you close to her. "Well, are you ready to learn your duties?"
[[Yes Holy Mistress|SubAngel]]<<endif>><<if $sucbody eq "sexygirl">>Julia takes in your curvaceous figure and thick black hair, she holds a few strands of it between her fingers and smiles at your beautiful face. "With this body you made for yourself, you seem to enjoy being the center of attention. And you certainly have a body made for making people give up secrets. So I have got the perfect assignment for you."
"The King's Court houses a great number of courtesans, ladies of the court who attend to the needs of the nobility, if you catch my meaning. It might not be strictly in the church's teachings to send you into a job like this, but I think given your nature the Maker will forgive me." She chuckles.
Julia snaps her fingers and reality shifts around you. The bed vanishes and you find yourself standing upright in front of a mirror in the suddenly empty room. Julia stands beside you.
You see you are now wearing a set of opaque red stockings and black lacy panties with a red rose design, and a matching black garter belt. Your shoes are dark blue open toed stilettos with at least a four inch heel. A very strict blue corset is pulled around your waist. Julia smiles at it.
"You're going to very thankful you don't need to breathe in a moment." She says with a smile as she twists her fingers. The laces on the corset suddenly start pulling extremely tight. Although you don't in fact need to breathe, you do it just out of habit and you also feel the pain of your waist being severely constricted. You are about to gasp and plead for her to step when she finally does. Your waist has been taken in at least six inches, and the half cup balconette style bra built into the thing has lifted and boosted your breasts, although it povides no support whatsoever.
You take several gasping breaths, much to Julia's amusmenet as she turns and opens an invisible door. When she pulls it open you see the interior of a closet filled with lovely dresses. She puts a finger to her lip and thinks. "I think...yes." She taps one of the dresses.
The moment she does it is suddenly on you. The full sleeves are a very intricate blend of red and blue fabric with a gold colored cuff with metallic thread woven into it. The gown fits off the shoulders, and displays an amount of cleavage that is positively scandalous. The bodice of the dress has a golden lattice pattern over the same clever swirl of blue and red fabric, with a sewn on row of stripes that resembles a belt around the thinnest part of your corsetted waist.
The skirt of the dress is a sheer blue over a full length red skirt, combining the colors together in a different way than the rest of your dress. Your shoes are hidden under the long skirts, and you will need to lift them to walk.
Gold and silver rings have appeared on your fingers, and long dangly earrings in a cross pattern also adorn you. Your makeup is very heavy, a sort of golden-red toned eyeshadow and lipstick being the main focus on your face.
You look very pretty, very available, and very stylish. You can't help but think there is a look of desire in Julia's eyes as she glances you up and down.
"So my pretty thing." Julia says, admiring your reflection as she stands by your side. "Are you ready to go learn some secrets for me?"
[[Yes Holy Mistress|SubCourtesan]]<<endif>><<if $sucbody eq "shemale">>"Now if you had been a good little devil and not given yourself one of these things..." Julia reaches out and plays with the end of your cock, making it stiffen at once and causing you moan from even that very light content. "Maybe I could keep you around here. But as it is, this unique form of yours is just too perfect for a certain situation..."
"You see the Princess of this land, a spoiled brat by the named of Christina, is making a lot of problems for the Church. She seems to have this bizarre notion that we are pulling strings in Court and bending the law to our will, or that our Paladins are ignoring the King's Law." She chuckles. "Can you imagine? But the little brat is pretty, and loose moraled, and therefore very popular."
"If I sent a man to spy on her, her guards would notice. If I sent a woman, she'd never be in the mood to tell any secrets but you my little cockgirl, you might be just what I'm looking for. A lady-in-waiting with something she won't be able to resist under your skirt. Yes, I think you are the perfect toy to make our Princess give up some information we can blackmail her with."
Julia snaps her fingers and reality shifts around you. You find the room suddenly empty, bed gone, except for a full length mirror. You are standing in front of it, Julia off to your side.
With a second snap of your fingers you are suddenly clothed. You feel some silky underwear including a slip and cami under the dress that appears from nowhere and perfectly fits your body.
It is a dark green dress, with full angel sleeves and an Elizabethan-style neckline that is just low enough to show a decent amount of cleavage. The skirt is a fairly loose, knee length, knife pleat style. A petticoat under it gives it a modest lift and plenty of bounce as you move. The space it provides gives plenty of room for your cock to hang free, you'll just have to be careful to keep anyone from seeing up your skirt. You see a pair of sheer stockings on your legs and a pair of green slippers on your feet. The sleeves and hem of the dress are a white lace, and you are wearing a modest gold necklace and a few slender gold rings. You are dressed to impress, but not too much, dressed to be pretty, but not too pretty.
"Yes, that should do it." Julia nods. "You'll be given some fake credentials and sent to join her servants. Once she figures out she's got access to a cock even after her Daddy's curfew you'll have plenty of chances to pump her for information." Julia grins at her joke. "Aren't you looking forward to that?"
[[Yes, Holy Mistress|SubLadyinWaiting]]<<endif>><<if $sucbody eq "wetnurse">>Julia waves her arms and you find yourself standing in the middle of the room, which is now empty except for yourselves and a large, full-sized mirror.
You see and feel suddenly clothing developing around you. A somewhat cheap cotton dress and very plain and boring panties with matching boring shoes. The dress is an unimpressive shade of grey, full sleeved and low cut. The only thing remarkalbe about it is the lace up front, which uses a large thick string with the ends hanging down for anyone to grab, instead of the more sexual thin strings you are used to seeing. Additionally the area between your nipples and your dress is very thickly padded with absorbent material.
"You may be not be familiar with our customs so let me explain the pertinent one. Although our nobles are very insistent on keeping their blood lines worthy of royalty, the women often starve themselves to remain skinny and are completely unfit for actually caring for children. So the court employs a wetnurse to feed all of the noble babies. A woman who has recently given birth herself typically." You are seeing where this is going but Julia explains anyway.
"I'm going to have you set up to be our little milk cow, since someone" she glares at you "altered your spell and you won't stop giving milk, it's really the only job in Court I can have you perfrom and still be of use to me. I'm not sure how much useful information you'll be able to hear with crying babies gnawing at your udders all day but it's better than nothing I suppose."
[[Yes, Holy Mistress|SubWetNurse]]<<endif>>"Sir." The butler, who you can't help but think of as your butler, says and hands you an envelope. "From Mother."
You read over the letter quickly.
//Dearest Son,
You may think school's out but I'm afraid you've been enrolled in the Summer Session. Jeeves will bring you to the old grounds at once.
-Mother-//
Well if that isn't the most transparent code for "come to spy school please" you don't know what is.
[[Step on it, Jeeves|SpaiS3]]You take the simple cotton robe and pull it over your head. <<if $sucbody eq "sexygirl">>It is hard to pull it down over your large breasts and it is very tight around your wide hips. Clearly Julia didn't intend for you to be so curvaceous. You wink at her obvious annoyance.<<endif>> <<if $succrotch eq "prettycock">>It teases your smooth cock as you pull it down, creating an obvious tent in the robe.<<endif>>
"Thank you." Julia says<<if $succrotch eq "prettycock">>, rolling her eyes at your hardon<<endif>>. "Now, let's begin."
[[The First Experiment|SLDX1]]
<<silently>>
<<set $sld = $sld +1>>
<<set $succlothes = "habit">>
<<endsilently>>You hold your ground while the electric cage powers up. Your suit uses every ounce of its power generating more and more ammunition for you to keep this monstrous thing pinned down. Your guns are heavy, keeping you from dodging with any real comfortable margin of safety. You sustain a few serious hits from her massive flail and are just on the verge of wondering if you really have what it takes to win this, when the suit tells you the cage is fully powered.
Thanking the Maker you divert your power to your scramjets and blast your way out of a small opening in the cage. She nearly dismembers you on the way out but you make it, barely.
From the outside of the cage you turn your guns on again, riddling her with bullets over and over and over. She is powerless to stop you and can do little more than roar her defiance and try to smash her way out of the cage. By now though, it is so powerful that hitting the electric bars does nothing but damage her.
Her entire body is smoking from the amount of electricity she's absorbed and it is riddled with bullet holes and bigger injuries from your cannons and missiles when she finally drops. Even then you don't take any chances, shooting her wings off and her legs and arms to shreds before you deactivate the cage and land next to her. You attempt to roast the flail with your flamethrowers. That doesn't work, but you do melt the floor of the fort and the flail drops into wildspace, away from the devil.
Deprived of her power source, the devil starts to shrink. She sends up about nine feet tall, but retains her serious injuries. You pick up one of the mounted cannons and drop it on her, pinning her under it even if she does regain consciousness.
You collapse into a sitting position. That was an intense fight.
[[Call in Your Victory|TJp2]]"No that won't be happening." You say evenly. The devil almost does a double take. "First thing you need to do is get out of my chair. After that, get down here and suck both my cocks or I'm going to send you back to the Pit."
There is a pause in which you could hear a pin drop. The two minions glance back and forth between the two of you nervously.
"Kill her!" The devil roars, pointing at you. The minions take one look at you.
"Who would you rather serve?" You say with a smile. They stare down at your cocks, then back at the devil, then back at your cocks. They move to stand behind you.
"Traitors. I'll send you back to the Pit with her." The devil leaps out of his throne at you.
Adrenaline fills you as you tense your powerful muscles. Time to see what this body can really do. It's not balanced the way you're used to, the natural high heels are definitely more pretty than functional, but you know you can take this chump.
As he falls to you you leap and meet him mid-air. Your talons find his throat as his find yours and you both fall to the ground. You flip his body just before you land, so that you crash on top of him, your sharp heels digging into his flesh as your claws rip at him.
He calls you all sorts of names as you shred him, ripping chunks of flesh and skin away as he roars in pain. You slam his head back into the ground and pin him, both of your cocks hard against him, his cock shrinking away from you as if afraid.
"One last chance..." You mutter, eyes glowing with anticipation of him saying no so you can end him. "Kiss my cock and call me your ... "
[[Mistress|domsucgirl]]
[[Master|domsucboy]]
[[Liege|domsucliege]]
"...and I'll let you serve me. Refuse and you go back to the pit.""You won't reconsider, master?" You snake devil slave hisses as he finishes attaching your body armor. It is a very high tech weave of complex fibers which can stop very large rounds. Your titanic strength allows you to wear it with ease.
"No." You say simply. "I wish to journey alone. Do what you will with the power I've given you."
You take up the gigantic chainsword that has been custom built for you and strap an automatic bazooka around your chest, the bandoliers of rockets already in place. And then you take to the sky, your powerful wings breaking orbit and propelling you through space.
You fly through the midnight void, only rarely flapping your great wings due to how weak the air is and how little force you need to propel yourself, when you come across a strange little servitor.
It is a square mechanical creature, about the size of your hand, with flashing lights blinking all over it. You are about to pass it without a second glance when it blares a message at you.
"<<print $wname>>! You are invited to the greatest competition of champions in the Cosmos! In the plains of Avalas the Great Tournament will soon begin! Fly there at once and enter yourself in the fight to truly see where you stand in the cosmic order!"
As you are thinking about this the cube spits out a very hastily spoken disclaimer. "Entrants into the event are subject to disintegration if violations of the rules occur. No participant may be attacked or in any way disabled outside of the arena. Combatants must remain in the arena for the duration of the fight. All necessary sustenance or other needs to ensure maximum potency of all combatants will be provided by the Great Balancer. The order of fights and opponents will be determined by the Great Balancer. Any attempt to usurp the Great Balancer will result in disintegration. The loser of each fight may be subject to disintegration if they do not agree to pleasure the winner. The winner of the tournament will be crowned victorious and may demand rewards from every corner of the cosmos!"
Well, that sounds like fun!
[[Get Over There!|EndingImmortalKombat]]
<<set $mk = "molesnake">>You may have learned all sorts of tricks about seducing people and getting your way as one of the Maker's little distractions, but you aren't going to go any of those routes. You want something real. You're going to get it!
You slowly court her as you get the chance from work. You feel awkward putting yourself out there as you tell her how much you care about her and ask if she'd consider being with you. You can't stop grinning when she says yes. The two of you date for some time, getting to know each other and learning all about what makes the other tick. By the time you finally take her to bed you know exactly what she wants, and she knows what you want.
The two of you spend most of the evening sixty nine-ing each other, your skilled tongues making the other twitch and gasp and shriek for you over and over. It's a wonderful evening and afterwards you know the two of you will be together forever.
Gabby moves in with you soon and the two of you vow to love each other forever. She kisses you goodbye as you go back to work, part of you not wanting to leave. But [[duty calls|BEFZ]].<<set $gabby = "romance">>Now that the people of this small village have recognized <<print $dname>> as their god, it is time to get them in shape to spread the word of your greatness to others.
[[Organize and Train Them for Battle|CinderPrep]]
[[Bless them with the Gifts of Fire|CinderFire]]
[[Bless them with the Gifts of Sex Appeal|CinderSexy]]You step through the portal and are a bit surprised to find that it isn't a sudden, lurching transport to another world. Instead there is simply a tunnel on the other side. A bit annoyed at having to walk in this body you start to make your way through it. As you get used to your new form, you find it quite capable of handling the jiggling from your boobs and ass and swing of your wide hips as you take many steps over and over.
What you have a lot of issue with though is the rocks. Being young and fresh skinned may make you look gorgeous but it is hell on your not at all calloused feet. You find yourself swearing and hopping on one foot rather frequently as dry soil, almost ash, crunches under your feet. There are no light sources, the ceiling of the tunnel is low above your head. It is dark in the tunnel, pure dark, but you can see easily. As you proceed the tunnel begins to slope upwards, making you once again sigh in annoyance. The first steps of a goddess are perhaps not as glamorous as you would have hoped.
You finally reach the top of the tunnel and see the opening of a cave mouth. You must have emerged in the heart of the volcano the Stedt make their home on.
Your feet are covered with ash, as are your hands, and any part of you that you've touched. It marks your otherwise pale skin and smears it, you certainly look the part of the savage.
You stride towards the opening, happy to be outside.
[[Emerge Confidentally that Nothing is Waiting for Me!|PyraCaught]]"You." You point at the son. "There." You point directly at your left foot. "You." You point at the daughter. "There." You point to your right foot.
Scared, they come to you and drop to their knees, hesitantly they begin to kiss your feet. Their lips are soft and fresh and new, you can barely feel them. "Undo the straps around my calves." You command. They untie them and the feeling starts to return to your feet. You moan contentedly as you feel their soft young lips kissing your feet, sucking your toes and massaging you.
"Well done." You say with a lazy grin. "You will survive and prosper if you continue to do your duties so well. Now, work your way up, you seem to know what to do." You unlace your lion skin loincloth and air out your pussy.
You're sweaty from head to toe and the fact that they have to lick up your sweat as well as the dirt and blood from battle is something you relish. When they reach your thighs you spread them and they timidly kiss up to your pussy from each side.
[[More|LeoBG2]]One flap of the angel's wings propels him right into you. His sudden charge catches you off guard but only very slightly. You twist your body with great agility to deflect his attack and gain the advantage on him. Turning his momentum into a weapon your twist him around in midair and slam him into the ground, gaining the initial advantage.
"Murderous beast." The angel hisses at you, struggling in your strong grasp. "From the moment you set foot in this land you have nothing but corrupt."
<<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>You hold out your hand a sword is tossed to you. It is one of the finest that your smiths have created.
"Nothing but corrupt? I have given my people the power of industry and civilization." You say swinging your sword at the angel. "And I have taught them to fight." You whirl with a frenzied but controlled aggression at him. He cannot keep up with your martial technique. Your move like a whirlwind, chopping, kicking, and slicing him until he is down on his knees before you.
You stick the sword in the ground and shake your head as you stare down at him. "It would seem your god did not do the same for you."<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "sexy">>"Nothing but corrupt? I have changed my people yes, but for the better." You say with a cocky smile, spreading your arm to invite him to take them in. "Look for yourself. They are beautiful. All of them." Your followers grin in agreement as they look to each other. Some as couples, some as threesomes, some as largeer groups. "What have I given them?"
"Joy beyond knowing." You smile. "Familes that swell in size, communities that grow quickly, and constant, mind-blowing sex." You lean in and whisper these words into his ear. He would respond. He would strike you if he could. But the stupid angel cannot.
From the moment you drew his gaze to your people his cock has grown larger and larger and his brain has been assailed with thoughts of how beautiful they are, and how much he wants to be one of them, something the poor angel can never do thanks to his divine status. He looks at your powerful body with base need burning in his eyes.
"Not something you get a lot of in Heaven is it?" You smirk at him to the delight of your followers.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "fire">>"Nothing but corrupt?" You laugh. While you have shed the image of the Fire God in part, it remains a great source of strength for you, and it has joined with the watery ways of your new powers from the Lake Spirit. The Stedt and Marku alike praise your ability to compel the fire and water to move for you. This angel will now discover your power.
"I have given my people the gift of the elements." You say as you reach into your essence and invoke your powers. "I share my magic with my followers. If only your god did the same."
With a sudden motion you summon fire and water from the air around you, causing them to whirl about the angel in an adept display of magic, fire and water braiding about each other without affecting the other at all, a cage that the angel cannot escape from as it narrows in around him.<<endif>>
"<<print $dname>>! <<print $dname>>!" Your followers chant. This time you hear many of the Anwar on the walls chanting long.
[[Take Advantage Sexually|Cadfr2s]]
[[Take Advantage Physically|Cadfr2p]]You glance at the hole in the wall, then at the blaring alarm klaxon, and back again. Your cock is just raging far too hard to ignore though, and the two little bastards in the room need to learn their lesson. You are nearly twice the height of either of them now, this will be easy.
"I think you need a lesson before I go." You leer at them.
"No, no, please we've learned our lesson!" They cower away from you in the corner.
"No, I don't think you will until you've been violated and warped for someone else's amusement. Luckily for you I'm able to do both." Your suit has alerted you to the fact that these little assholes have pumped themselves full of regeneration devices, meaning they'll recover from almost any injury. Oh how fortunate.
They grab each other in terror as you advance, your suit withdrawing from your powerful body revealing your gigantic erection. You grab the nearest little bastard and lift him up, impaling him mercilessly on your rock hard cock. You channel your suit's power into it, making your huge throbbing member grow huge inside of the little jerk. He would scream but he's gagging on your cock as it slides up his throat from within his guts. Yes, your cock has gone up his ass, up his guts, and emerged out of his throat.
The geek is forced to lean his neck back and open his mouth so your cock can come out of it. you grab him around the waist and frantically pull him up and down on your cock, using his entire body to jerk yourself off. The healing machines inside of his body have already fixed him up, making his asshole a gaping hole for your cock and his body a sleeve for it.
"You." You point to the other one. "Start sucking." Cowering in fear at your powerful form he opens wide. You can barely get the head of the cock in and then you lift your member up, taking him off the ground. You grab him around his waist and shove him down, stretching out his jaw horrifically as you jam his face into his little buddy's. Now with both of them shish-ka-bobed on your member you really start, taking one in each hand you pound them together, loving how they feel on your hugely inflated penis.
You make sure to take long enough that they really, really, really, get to know what it's like to be twisted and warped for another's amusement. You finally cum hard, almost fainting at how good it feels to finally relieve the stress that's built up in you, loving that you are doing it with a gigantic cock that these little freaks tried to make tiny.
With one final howl of joy you toss both of them off of you, smirking at their distorted mouths and assholes and jump through the hole in the wall and make a mad dash for freedom as your powersuit forms around you again.
Red armored seraphs are waiting for you as you burst out of the lab area. <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>You don't hesitate to deploy your high caliber cannons on them, shredding the few that are dumb enough to get in your way. After turning those few into swiss cheese you dash for the opening into wildspace that your suit tells you is nearby.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>An elemental burst of lightning and fire sends them screaming in pain as your airjets rocket you away from the scene. Your suit tells you of an opening into wildspace not far away and you hastily dash towards it.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>You rush into them, surprising the seraphs with your strength and quickness. Despite all their weapons they don't land a hit on you as you break necks and limbs until there aren't any more in your way. You dash across the clouds in the direction of the opening into wildspace your suit tells you is ahead.<<endif>>
Without hesitation you leap down the hole. You do not fear the conditions, your suit can keep you alive indefinitely in the void.
Your ties to the Maker are effectively severed, but you are immensely strong, extremely fast, packing a huge cock and some rather nice boobs, and you have what might be the most advanced piece of technology in the universe wrapped around your androgynous body.
Only one question - what do to now?
[[Look for a Grey Realm to Hide Out in|EndingVigilante]]"No, I don't think so." You say, crossing your arms. "This whole thing is ludicrous. You're dreaming if you think I'm taking any orders from you or letting you boss me around like this."
Captain Stone stares at you like you've grown a third head, then slowly inches past you and shouts down the hall for the lab geeks. They come running after a few more shouts.
"Yessir, what is it?" They pant.
"Your project has personality defects. Fix them!" He says, shoving you out the door with them and slamming it behind you. You feel yourself growing furious.
"Personality defects? But we didn't alter your....oh that's the problem! I see!" The geek says. "Come with me we'll subliminally program you to be more docile and easy to control!"
"I don't think so." You say sternly. <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>You raise an arm, forming it into a minigun and making the barrel whirl. "If you so much as try it, I'm shooting your lab toys to bits."<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>You hold your hands palm up and create balls of fire with your powersuit. "If you so much as try it I'll torch all of your little science projects."<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>You grab one by the shoulder, pressing exactly where his odd anatomy is vulnerable. He screams and drops to his knees. "If you so much as try it I'll make sure you feel that forever." <<endif>>
They babble excuses and beg for forgiveness and swear never to attempt such a thing. You seem to have threatened them where it hurts. "Good." You say, "Now, you are going to do some modifications though. Let's get back to the lab."
[[Fix Yourself|juggfixthreaten]]The intricate little chamber becomes a large barn. Your bed turns into a large stack of haybales, and the door becomes an open barn door. Cows moo in stalls next to you. You are completely free to move as you wish.
As you step up from the hay bale you let your clothes fall to the ground around you. They will simply get in the way.
Two men are walking into the farm. They both appear to be simple farmers, one older than the other. The younger man looks like his son. They are kind-faced, simple people. One of them is speaking.
"No I'm sure it won't be anything too dangerous. Even the crazy wizards up in the Cathedral wouldn't..." His voice trails off as he walks around the corner and sees you through the open door. "Sweet mercy..." He says, drinking in your naked form and swollen breasts.
Your eyes must look a mix of benign and needy as he approaches you. He is a middle aged, tanned skin man with a kind, hard working sort of vibe to him. He wears functional and simple clothing. The man that follows him must be his son, the resemblance is striking.
One look at you is enough to overwhelm them. Your form is beyond gorgeous and swollen with milk your breasts may be the most spectacular they have ever seen.
[[Feed Them|SuperMilkGs]]
[[Let Them Milk You|SuperMilkGG]]"Oh." You pull up the covers a little. "Yes, I..." you pause, not sure what to say. It's not like you're used to being alone with naked male demons, and certainly not while you have the body of a large breasted sorceress.
The incubus strolls around the side of the bed and raises the covers. You think it best to play along, but you hold on to them slightly. You come across as playing coy.
"Oh? In the mood to play your little game are we?" The incubus grins. "Well don't you worry, my sexy little Queen, Smoothrod knows just what you want." Smoothrod? Your dopplegangee summoned an incubus named Smoothrod? Oh sweet gods. "As always, you need to naught but think my secret name and I will stop."
Oh shit. You don't know this devil's secret name. You are about to open your mouth and tell him this when a lacy black gag suddenly appears around your mouth and equally soft ties bind your wrists together and pull them up to the headboard, tying itself off there. Oh no.
The next thing you know the devil has plunged his smooth, rather nice fingers, yes two of them, into your pussy. The resulting bugging out of your eyes and squeal of protest apparently does nothing but make him think he's playing this perfectly.
"Well well well. Another spoiled rich girl thought she could summon a demon for her pleasure. And now she finds herself caught in her own little trap. You're mine for the night princess. Mine to ravage and defile and degrade."
Oh gods. This sorceress queen has a decidedly kinky side and you are about to experience it from inside her busty body.
[[Eeeeeep!|MalIncBot2]] <<set $malinc = "sub">>Your intuition tells you that finding out where Ashley went that led to those photographs will lead you to the real killers here. The problem is you aren't quite sure where to start.
You think about how a girl like Ashely could have been recruited for something like that. <<if $copvisit eq "badgebunny">>By all accounts she wasn't the type to walk around on streetcorners so Sgt. Thomas's theory about working girls getting picked up for such activities seems a bit off to you.<<endif>> Thinking about it, she must have been recruited after someone saw her on stage. But the odds of being recognized if you go back to the Hourglass are too good.
Looks like you'll have to do some old fashioned police work.
[[Snoop around the mansions|G2Mansionsnoops]]Gulping a bit nervously, you dash out the door of the bedroom. You glance back and forth and see you are in the circular staircase of the tower. The tower is made of dark stone, the walls have spots of mold on them, and there are torches blazing every so often on the wall to give some light to the place. It's creepy, but you don't see any direct threats. There is only one way to go, down. Apparently the bedroom was at the top of the tower.
Nevertheless you move carefully.<<if $malvanity eq "done">>Considering what you've learned about vanity tables being enchanted you can only imagine what an enchanted weapon rack or portcullis might do to you.<<endif>> As you take your first step you hear the door slam behind you. You rush to it again but can't get the thing to budge. Damn. You're stuck outside now. You're sure this is the mirror's doing.
You hear noises coming from up ahead and slow down, moving even more quietly in your bare feet. You come across a door, which has a narrow peephole in it. You carefully raise yourself to it pulling your <<if $malvanity eq "notdone">>tangled<<endif>><<if $malvanity eq "done">>well-styled<<endif>> hair out of your eyes.
You see a small feasting hall. A long thin table makes up most of the room. There are two other exits, a small door opposite the one you are peeking through, and a much larger one that would appear to be the front door of the tower just past the end of the table. The door opposite the one you are peeking out of is wide open and you can see shelves and shelves of provisions, many of which have been ransacked and are currently on the table, as well as a fairly large kitchen area.
The table is filled. At every seat a greenish, bluish, or greyish skin colored humanoid sits with his legs up, or passed out, or in some other stage of revelry. They appear to have acquired a large keg of wine and a large supply of fine foods. They are all in various stages of dress in dark black armor, and are either male or of indeterminate gender. At the head of the table sits a hulking brute of a humanoid, at least half again your height and probably three times as wide. Large tusks extend from the side of his mouth and he is currently eating a fried turkey, bones and all.
He belches and the gathered monsters laugh and cheer. "Sure was good of the old boss lady to leave her larder unlocked." One jokes and the others laugh.
Well. Looks like Malleguarde's minions have gotten into her stores while she's away...
<<if $malvanity eq "notdone">>[[Try to Sneak Out Past Them|MalNudeSneakTangled]]
[[Barge Into the Room|MalNudeBargeTangled]]
<<endif>><<if $malvanity eq "done">>[[Try to Sneak Out Past Them|MalNudeSneakPretty]]<<endif>>Your family gathers for dinner that night and your parents decide to drop another piece of information on you.
"So, there's something else about Rosestead." Your dad says matter of factly. "Gender roles." He wipes his mouth with a napkin and gives you and your sister a look.
"What about them?" April asks.
"They're uh, enthusiastic about such things here." Your dad says. "Traditional gender roles I mean."
April is positively glaring now. "Don't tell me they have school uniforms."
"Actually no." Your dad says, sounding a little surprised. "But women are expected to be feminine. Men are expected to be masculine."
"Women are expected to be weak is what you mean." April says, sounding about ready to throw a fit. "I see why you didn't mention this before we moved."
"It's..." your mother interjects but doesn't seem to know what to say. "April sweetie, a few years at this job and we can go anywhere else. If things are really so bad, we'll leave. But until then, we're going to give it a shot. Okay?" That seems to mollify your sister and she picks at her food with her fork as she thinks.
"No matter what happens, we're going to play along and we're going to fit in." Your dad says. "We all agree?"
"Sure." You say, sipping your drink.
"Fine." April says.
"But um, what are you worried about happening?" You say. "You've been vague. You owe us an explanation."
Your mother and father share a look. "He's your son alright." Your mother says.
Your father seems a bit surprised but also proud. "Good for you." He says with a smile. "The process. What we'll all be going through. There's a side effect that's much more common than the others. The process essentially unlocks genetic potential. It makes you into an idealized version of yourself. However it's a bit like being born again, and certain choices that we don't get to make for ourselves get made again."
You laugh. You can't help it. "That's, that's insane dad. That can't be real." You glance at your mom. She's not laughing. "Can it?"
"It is sweetie." She says. "There's a chance that we'll..." she trails off. "Change. More than simply being improved."
"Just come out and say it." April says. She was never one for secrets. You've already figured it out. You don't need it spelled out for you. Neither does she really, she probably just wants it said out loud.
"Gender change is the most common." Your father says bluntly. "Sexuality sometimes changes too. Although it's debatable whether a hetersoexual man becoming a hetersexual woman changes sexuality or whether sexuality is even a hard wired decision or just a reaction to what you enjoy the most. Of course if it's a social thing like some doctors say it may not even be genetic to start with, which sort of raises some interesting questions." He takes a deep breath.
"Dad. You're shitting me." You say again. This really can't be really. It can't be.
"I'm not son." He says. "But remember what we always taught you. It's who you are, not how you look that matters."
"What if uh, what if we don't like it. Can we do it again?" You ask.
"In a sense it's constantly happening. The chemical treatment in the water keeps the imbiber enhanced." Your father explains. "But to answer your question more directly, When the full potential of your genome is unlocked, that's a door you can't exactly walk back through again. If we move we'll lose the longevity and health benefits of constant exposure, but our bodies won't be rewiring themselves again."
"So if Tommy turns into a Japanese girl he's stuck that way." April says. You shook her a look, why is she using you as the example here?
"In a sense." Your mother says. "Yes, if he became a girl he'd be stuck as you put it, and we'd expect her to be respectful of the local customs."
"So she'd be in short skirts 24/7?" April says, grinning at you. You glare back. She makes a kissing gesture with her lips.
"Something like that." Your father says, saving you. "But unless some of our ancestors were keeping secrets about their backgrounds he won't be turning Japanese. You can't unlock potential that isn't in your genes." Your dad says.
"Well I guess on the plus side this will be the only American high school where the entire class doesn't claim to be 1/16th Native American." You say. You get a few funny looks and shrug. It's always been a pet peeve of yours. You take a sip of water to indicate you didn't have more to say.
"So, now all the cards are on the table." Dad looks at you and your sister. "It's nothing that hasn't already happened to you. You just weren't sapient the first time around."
"Remember your promises kids. We're going to fit in." Your mother says. "And before you act like you're the only ones suffering, I'm going to be taking on a more traditional role in the house." She grits her teeth. "And your father will be making an effort to be more of 'one of the guys' at work, and to being the 'man of the house,' which is a big thing around here apparently." You know your mother hates being domestic, and your father hates hanging out and drinking beers and talking sports. Hmmm. "We're going to try it out. As a family. And if it is really so terrible, you'll be able to do whatever you want with the money we make. Deal?"
You and your sister glance at each other. You are nervous, but you are smart enough to know that money makes the world go round. And besides, this is crazy. You'll probably just get a better heartrate or something. Transforming? Insane. "Deal." You and your sister say at the same time.
"We're gonna hold you to that." Your father says. The rest of the dinner passes in a strange silence, as everyone thinks about either themselves or others changing.
[[Time Passes|Gemini4]]You feel far too crappy to be even slightly annoyed at that. Your old clothes don't fit so Unklangor wraps you in one of his bathrobes. You transfer your belongings into the pockets of it and carry your clothes all balled up and engage on a walk of shame back to your room.
As you walk you start becoming paranoid that everyone can tell that you have giant scaly cock up your ass pumping cum into your body, although nobody seems to think it's unusual if they do. You finally make it to your room and enter it and walk straight to the toilet again.
You try to gather yourself together but in the end it is just too much. You have to call for an emergency extraction. A few hours later there is a knock on your door.
You open it and see a rather uptight looking man standing there. He informs you he is there to take you to a transport. You remain in the bathrobe. You retrieve the power cell and gun and your other important belongings and follow him.
The ride back to Paradise is hellish. You spend the entire time bent over a trash can feeling like you are about to hurl. When you finally arrive you are taken straight to the Coffin's medical facilities.
[[Get treated|Sissyspy]]"Please, please Master." You coo at him "Don't hurt me I'll be good I promise!"
"You'll be a good girl?" He asks pinching your cock enough to make you squirm.
"Yes, yes!" You beg desperately.
"Then prove it. Remove them yourself."
The demand that you castrate yourself shocks you. Your eyes betray your shock and surprise. You glance down at your crotch and up at him, wondering what he wants you to do.
"It's simple." He says as if reading your mind. "Open your mind to me. Let me alter you as I see fit."
You nod in agreement, seeing no other options. He places a hand on your head and you feel yourself growing very dizzy. As you watch in horror your cocks start to shrink until they vanish totally, leaving a completely blank stretch of skin where your two magnificent cocks once stood.
"Now to turn you fully..." He grins a toothy grin at you. The minions grab you now, one from behind, one holding your legs. The devil's eyes start to glow and you feel yourself becoming hypnotized. He places a nailed talon your crotch and starts whispering about what a beautiful pussy he's going to give you to fill up with his children.
You can't handle this anymore! With a supreme effort you twist away from his control, causing his talon to cut deeply into your blank crotch. You force yourself to ignore the pain and...
[[Escape!!!!|Sucsubportal]]
<<set $succrotch = "injured">>You curl up with the books and start reading. The power in these spells is amazing. While you had raw power, these tomes teach you finesse and precision.
You are lost in your learning, thankfully Malleguarde's old spells are still working and you remain clean and beautiful without much effort. Food is magically brought to you by invisible servants every day, and <<if $malinc eq "sub">>Lord Smoothrod appears to ravish you every night.<<endif>><<if $malinc eq "no">>Lord Smoothrod even learns his place and asks before attempting to pleasure you.<<endif>><<if $malinc eq "top">>you spend the night pinning Lord Smoothrod to your bed and making the incubus send you to heaven.<<endif>> Even the magic mirror has started to treat you with respect. You barely notice the seasons changing outside as the green leaves turn a brilliant orange and yellow and then start to fall.
When you finally feel that you have learned enough you are surprised when your wardrobe gives you a thick fur cloak to wear over your <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>pretty royal gown<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>tight little dress<<endif>>. Thus far your attempts to enchant the wardrobe into giving you something more sensible to wear have proven ineffective. Malleguarde's enchantments had a long time to set in after all.
You tug the fur cloak about your curvaceous form and exit to the balcony of the tower. You see a winter wonderland on the forest before you, thick snow on every branch, thick icicles hanging the thicker overhangs. You see the hoof prints of deer and a few wolves, but the majority of the snowfall is virginal. You sigh at the pleasant scene and pull your cloak closer about yourself as you shiver a little.
In your moment of solace you ponder over whether you should stay in this peaceful little tower in the valley in solitude forever. It wouldn't be such a bad fate would it?
[[Oh Yes, Retire Here Forever!|EndingQueenofOuterSpace]]
[[It's Nice But There's More Out There for Me!|VanityRoyalMessage]]"Kayla." You are greeted by the Chief Explorer herself. She is about three inches taller than you, pale skinned with thin red hair and built like a swimmer. She wears a black eyepatch over her left eye, which looks incredibly badass.
"Chief Saunders!" You say, snapping to attention awkwardly.
"At ease." She smirks. "And for future reference we aren't soldiers. I've got an important job for you. I want you to cross the Toxic River and map the far shore."
You gulp involuntarily. "I uh, was told that area's off limits." You say feeling a bit insecure.
"It is. For most people. But I've heard all about your <<if $elfbonus eq "fighter">>heroics<<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "thief">>incredible sneakiness<<endif>> from your newcomer, Gabby. I think you can get in and out alive."
"Well I am a badass." You agree with a cocky smile.
"That you are." She nods and claps you on the shoulder. "You up for it?"
[["Absolutely."|BEFZ2]]Jeeves pulls up in a sleek black town car which you slip into the back of. He navigates it perfectly through the packed city streets until you arrive at a rather nondescript skyscraper with "Auxiliary Middle Management Training Center" in small, bland letters on the front door.
You polish off the vodka martini you were enjoying in the back seat of the car and stroll inside.
[[Training Montage|SpaiS4]]You can't help but notice that the shaman, while representing mystic power also gets to wear the sexiest outfit. So it is fitting that you too should wear such garments.
You eschew the traditional blue as your power is not born of the air or rain, and your followers bring you a black outfit instead. The scraps of cloth tightly cup and support your breasts, merely emphasizing them and lifting them without being strong enough to give any real support. They form an X across your large pregnant stomach, and then hang down loosely in front of your crotch. Your ass is completely bare. You smile at your reflection in a pool.<<if $firstlaw eq "love">>
Just as you are finishing getting dressed, your feathered serpent offspring emerges from the jungle and floats around you once again, draping itself over your shoulders. It seems content there. You decide to trust that it knows what it is doing.<<endif>>
[[Approach the Marku|SM6]]
<<set $cmoutfit = "shaman">>There are five different boats, four are the same size as the naval vessel you just sent packing, the one in the middle is even bigger! But they are no match for you!
You can't penetrate them all at once, so you have to sink the outer ships one by one, dashing up under them and chewing through the bottom of their hulls with your immensely strong parrot-like beak, keeping your tentacles to yourself to deprive them of targets. It appears these jerks thought you were some sort of dumb animal that would constantly wave its tentacles around and give them targets. Haha! Outsmarted them!
Once you have the sailors in the water you shove your tentacles up their asses one by one by one, sending each of them swimming away as fast as possible when you throw them off.
Finally you raise up from the water and stare down the largest boat.
"Stop!" A voice commands you.
"Mrrrrr?" You gargle in response. You glance up and see a woman floating there in the sky. She is human looking, with flowing brown hair. She is wearing a short blue dress with a pleated skirt and matching mary janes with ankle socks.
"I am the good witch of the sea!" She announces. "Me and my loyal followers have come here to...MARKFAKLFJ" You shove a tentacle down her throat before she can say anything about bringing peace. Then you quickly shove another tentacle between her legs. You're not sure which hole you got, but you sure got one of them!
She screams and squeals and wiggles enticingly. You move her so that she is being held over the ship, displayed for her loyal subjects as she is stuffed from both ends. You wiggle her back and forth. A crowd gathers. Some are laughing. They stop when your other tentacles creep up behind them and skewer their assholes too.
Soon you have an entire puppet show! You make them dance around and bump into each other! So hilarious! The people don't seem to think so though, soon the ship is sailing away as fast as possible. You shake your puppets off and sink back down below.
The Kraken is quite happy to have this part of the ocean all to himself now! Your soul gives it a quick hug as it slips out of the monster's mind and back to [[Limbo|Zodiac]]."Yes Holy Mistress." You say sweetly. You stand there silently as she sing-speaks in her beautiful langauge. <<if $sld gte 1>>You think perhaps you recognize a few of the notes but it is still very hard to understand.<<else>> You still cannot understand a word of it.<<endif>>
As she speaks your skin clears up, the intricate tattoos vanishing. Your skin also lightens until it only slighter darker than Julia's pale flesh. Your hair tightens until it is a cascade of curls, which turn into a brilliant golden blonde. You feel your body lowering itself as the bone spurs from your heels pull back into your body, leaving your feet mundane. <<if $sld gte 1>>You breathe a sigh of relief, thankful you won't have to deal with that distraction anymore.<<else>> You whine in protest, you will miss those joyful vibrations.<<endif>> Needless to say, the horns on your head have also vanished.
Your muscles soften and your masculine traits melt away into soft, sweet femininity as your breasts swell slightly and your formerly rugged physique now has what could almost be called a thin layer of baby fat over it. You look like a young adult woman, pale skinned, thick curly blonde hair that hangs down to your breasts, with no marks or piercings whatsoever.
<<if $sldcollar eq "yes">>You get very tingly as you hope that she will give you something to play with downstairs. You're sure it will be a pussy, it has to be with your new form! But then...your lust appears to have affected the spell. Julia frowns and alters her song slightly. After a few more notes she sighs and stops.
"Well, I was almost able to heal you completely but it appears that your desires are able to interfere with my magic. I'm afraid you'll have to do without for now." You whimper pathetically, how much longer will you have to deal with all this desire and no outlet??!?<<endif>><<if $sldcollar eq "no">>Julia's song becomes a bit higher pitched and her pace increases as the tingling sensations of your transformation start to all migrate towards your crotch. You spread your arms wide to avoid the temptation to touch yourself as you feel an opening come into existence, and a void that needs to be filled, an itch that needs to be scratched, form between your beautiful pale legs. You open your eyes with a startled gasp as a very sensitive little clit is the last organ to reform itself.
"Very good." Julia says with a smile. "Your obedience allowed me a nearly perfect transmutation." You cannot stop beaming at her with love, she has made you complete! <<set $succrotch = "prettygirl">><<endif>>"Put this on." She hands you a white robe. It is formless and will cover your entire body.
[[Accept Modesty|SLDX1Robe]]<<if $sldcollar eq "no">>
[[Make the Robe a Little More "You"|SLDX1Sexy]]<<endif>>
<<set $sld = $sld +1>>
<<set $sucbody = "prettygirl">>
<<set $sucfeet = "normal">>You return to Unklangor's suite. He's changed into a rather spiffy looking teal tuxedo himself. When he sees you the look of awe on his face turns into pure happiness. He hugs you tightly and showers you with kisses, he can't wait to show the other Krutjan what he's bringing along with him. You find his preemptive bragging about you oddly appealing and smile at his advances. You get the feeling that if he had a working sex organ you'd be bent over taking it, but he doesn't. He smiles at you and you take his arm as he leads you to the party.
You head up several floors to one of the more exclusive ballrooms. It is so exclusive in fact that it isn't mentioned on any of the floorplans or guest materials. Only the top level customers can go here. You glance over at Unklangor, impressed at his connections.
The guards at the door are stone faced creatures nearly nine feet tall, they glance at Unklangor once though and nod and let him pass with you. Again, you are somewhat impressed and very glad that you went all out dressing for this.
When you enter you see rather dim lighting and high humidity, both of which feel divine to you. You see there are six other rocklizard just like Unklangor, large, hulking creatures who seem to dominate the area they are in. They each sit at the center of a large table arranged in a circle around the room. Many servants, some of them reptilian, some not, hurry about. The rocklizard are clearly in charge here.
Unklangor leads you to the seventh, empty table and you take your seat next to him. As you glance around you see that the other rocklizard also have dates. Some of them have multiple dates, their entire table filled. Others like Unklangor have just one. The dates all appear reptilian as you do, though some are hugely pregnant. All of the egg layers like you are dressed to the nines, but as you glance around them, based on what little you do know of standards of beauty and desirability, you think you have them all beat.
You glance at Unklangor. He is practically beaming with pride at having you as his date. Impulsively you kiss his cheek and he responds by pulling you right up into his lap and handing you a mug of the rather narcotic beverage everyone seems to be enjoying.
[[Learn about this party|LizardParty2Doll]]Hillary nods and gets to work setting things up. As you survey your lab, your eyes are drawn to a truly amazing looking chair. It is a stuffed blue recliner with cup holders, a control panel, a laptop tray, and really every single feature you've ever seen a chair have. You sit down it in and relax, your bathrobe big enough to cover everything so far.
"Ahh now this is nice." You say to yourself as you play around with the controls. Oh wow, it's also motorized! You move it forward and backward and it glides effortlessly at your command. But wait, there's also an altitude adjustment? No way! You press the buttons and sure enough the chair starts floating higher in the lab. You smile. The ultimate nerd accessory.
From your higher vantage point you survey your new domain. The lab itself is three stories tall, with an open area in the middle that you float up through. Each floor has multiple storage tanks, computer towers, laboratory stations, and various high tech gizmos to play around with. The central area you see has a holographic projector at the very bottom, which you can access from your chair.
[[Bring up my first world|ClockerWork]]You claim your prize. As you wrap your thick red hand around the blade of the gigantic sword it shifts in your hands. At first you fear a trap, but it is simply adjusting itself to better suit your stature, shorter than its last master. It is still a massive sword, but now more appropriate for your grip.
You grunt in satisfaction. The sword knows its place. You command it to reveal its secrets.
"Souls.." a hissing voice emerges from the sword, the runes along its dark iron length glowing slightly as the voice emerges. "Feed me. I will serve." You hear the screams of dozens of souls from inside the sword. Screams of formerly living things trapped there, devils, angels, other beings. They are all trapped and fueling the power of the sword.
Well, a dark iron runesword that traps the souls of those it kills to fuel its power. How very handy. Perhaps it is the sort of thing that will turn on its master if it does not feast. You don't think that will be a problem.
[[Feed the Sword|SwordofWrath2]]
<<set $wrathsword = "owned">>You squeak in alarm and shout "Captain Stone!" It seems to snap him out of his lust filled haze as he shakes his head and lets go of your ass. He takes a step back and is now leaning against his desk, breathing heavily.
"I couldn't let you, you'd get kicked out." You say sheepishly.
"No, no you did good." He seems relieved, but also very disappointed.
"Okay, so, the lab geeks are going to put on a bit of a demonstration with you before we ship out, I'll add some stuff about the rewards you'll give the men if they do good enough. Head over to the pavilion, uh, change back into the full armor before you go though."
Even the 'full armor' is not exactly subtle, but you <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>manage to somewhat clumsily balance your guns and curves over to the pavilion.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>use your elemental boosters and float right above the surface, finding it much easier than walking in the ridiculous heels this armor comes with and make it there just fine.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>effortlessly swing your hips and strut over to the pavilion, your perfect balance letting you move as gracefully as a dancer in your heels.<<endif>>
[[Put on a show|juggtrophybigreveal]]<h1><center>Ignominy</center></h1>What a disgraceful way for a soul such as you to end existence. What great things you were meant for, and how pitifully short of your destiny you have fallen. You found neither godhood nor glory nor even real happiness. Your best hope is to be forgotten.
//You are a mockery of what you should have been. You should not be content with this fate.//
<<silently>><center><<click "Try Again.">><<script>>UISystem.restart()<</script>><</click>></center><<endsilently>>As the man tells you what a fantastic ass you have and what a great fuck you are and pulls you up to kiss you deeply, you hear a noise of distress from the other side of the screen. You glance over to see the old Bishop grabbing at his chest and falling to the ground. The guard doesn't seem to have noticed, as his hand as closed around your cock and started to squeeze it. His dick is still in your ass. It had gone soft momentarily but your kiss and fondling you is getting him hard again.
You watch the Bishop writing on the ground as your lover starts to fuck your ass again. Does the Bishop realize in his final moments that you were his undoing? Or does he even make that connection? It won't matter. You've got some ass fucking to take before you "find" him that way later on. You close your eyes and enjoy being anally ravaged again.
You tell the guard the Bishop must have slipped out and promise you'll come see him a lot. You may even mean it as you kiss him longingly one last time before he slaps your ass possessively and heads back to his post. You clean up the evidence of sex in the confessional, but leave the Bishop in his state of arousal and shame, as you prepare your act for rushing to the paladin in charge of security for this tower and reporting the death of the Bishop. <<set $julia = "obeyboy">>
[[Report to Julia|AltarBoyJulia]]<center><h1>Just a Footnote</h1></center>The gathering to celebrate the 20th anniversary of your sister and her husband takes place in the garden outside of the castle. It is arranged with various decorations commemorating the event. You sit at the head of the highest table where Erik would normally sit, one of them on either side of you.
When it comes time for them to toast each other you rise instead.
"Hear me and listen well." You announce, your voice magically augmented to echo throughout the crowd. "The King and Queen are abdicating their positions in an act of contrition. I am your sole ruler now." You glare about the crowd daring anyone to challenge you. None do. You smile. "Your former king and queen will be my servants." Again, nobody seems to have a problem with this.
You turn to Tiffany. "You have nothing to be contrite about young lady. You may go or leave at your will." You raise your voice. "The same goes for the rest of you. Serve me and you will be rewarded. Attempt to usurp me and face quick and painful transformation. Any who leave by the time the sun comes up will not be punished. This is your one chance."
You then turn back to the feast, enjoying having two nervous, royal slaves to amuse you.
Tiffany surprises you by leaving the next morning. She announces she had been longing for adventure and she doesn't want to watch her parents grovel. A part of you understands that, another part wishes you had gotten to know her better. She leaves on a fine horse wearing chainmail armor, eager to meet the world at large.
Most of the other servants stay behind and enjoy serving you. It seems Erik and Anne weren't any more loyal to their staff than they were to you and engendered a great deal of disrespect from their people. You may be a self obsessed pervert and evil witch but at least you're honest about it.
You spend the rest of your life as the Queen of this little country, not exactly loved but far from hated by your people. They provide you with many amusements and you grace them with your powerful magic when you see fit. It works out well for the most part. Over time you grow fat, bored, and complacent.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingJustaFootNote = "yes">>
<<set $queenmal = "notiff">><h1><center>High Adventure</center></h1>"Why sure. I can let you be the man." You say, amused.
"How about can you actually make me a man?" Tiffany asks. You think about it for a moment.
"Well I suppose...it would require some time to prepare the spell and..."
"Good." Tiffany claps her hands. "Let's get to work." Frustrated that the sex you were about to have with her slips through your fingers you try to make the process quick.
You and Tiffany pore over scrolls and components as you create the spell. She asks lots of questions but is a very bright pupil and even suggests a few modifications to the spell. You don't much care about the details of her new body so you just go with what she wants. Finally you are ready to cast the spell.
Tiffany strips naked before you do. Her body is fairly buff to begin with, she has at least a six pack on her abs and she clearly leads a very active lifestyle. She explains that she secretly trains with some of the guard while her parents think she is knitting. By this time you are so pent up you just wave it off and cast the spell.
Her hair remains a sandy brunette but shortens until it's just about shoulder length and easy to slick back. A rather handsome matching stubble grows from her face, which toughens and becomes more masculine. Her muscles grow substantially. She is still more athletic than anything else, but much more physically powerful than before. She also grows nearly three quarters of a foot in height, standing a head taller than you now even in your heels. Below the waist she is quite excited to see her cock is a solid nine inches long and very thick and her balls are nearly the size of small apples. He's obviously not a she at this point.
He grins at you. "Wonderful." He looks into your eyes. You were about to say something but then you stop. His eyes are just so darn //pretty//. They are an icy pale blue and as you stare into them you feel like you're getting lost. "I see it worked." He smiled. "Are you feeling a bit...cooperative my sweet little sexpot?" He strokes your cheek and you nod happily. "These eyes have quite the effect on women don't they?" He beams. The sneaky little wench gave herself hypnotic eyes?!?
"But I have to congratulate you, you are quite the enchantress and this body is wonderful. Go on try it out." You put your hands around his cock and stroke it. "Suck it." He says simply. Without even thinking you drop to your knees and obey. "Oh wow that's incredible." He moans as you gobble down his dick. "Oh gods no wonder men are always wanting this, I hope you like it from your end you'll be doing it a lot once we get going!"
You suck him off. He holds you there and makes you do it again. And then again. His dick is too new to feel sore quickly apparently. After swallowing down his third load you are finally allowed to speak. "What do you mean get going? I have to exact horrible vengeance on..."
"Shhhh." he says, petting you as you stay on your knees. "No you're not doing anything to my parents. Not that I'd care much if you did, but we have other stuff to do. I've got the body I always wanted, I've been preparing for months. I didn't even know what I was waiting for but I knew something would happen." He crosses to a wardrobe and changes into some of his old clothes. They were loose on his girl body but fit this new male form just right. Over the clothes he puts on a set of chainmail and straps a sword to his side and throws a pack over his shoulder.
"I've got everything we'll need in here!"
"Everything for what?" You ask, getting to your feet.
"To start adventuring of course!" He says happily, grabbing your ass and pulling you into an embrace. "And you as my sexy sorceress sidekick are the last piece of the puzzle." He squeezes you closer and starts leading you down the stairs.
"But...but..." You protest, your chances at vengeance fading away by the minute.
"But nothing." He stops and looks deeply into your eyes. "Aren't you looking forward to being my sexy girlfriend as we go fight evil?"
You are. You really are. You nod happily.
"Good, then no more talk of silly vengeance." He slaps your ass hard. "Get those boobs moving sweetness."
The two of you leave right away on horses your new boyfriend and adventuring buddy had prepared and ready to go for months. You find out in the coming days he is very good with his sword and very protective of you. Your magic and his might make quite the formidable team as you delve into ancient ruins and fight powerful and mysterious evil across the realm. You also discover that he really wasn't kidding about loving blowjobs and you are giving one of those almost every time you break.
Back in the castle, Anne and Erik are left to assume their missing daughter was your revenge and they curse your name. An expedition goes to your old tower and burns it down, but they find no sign of you or the princess there.
Your boyfriend is quite the scoundrel and keeping him in line and loyal to you is a full time job, almost requiring more work than fighting evil at times. Still at the end of the day he always comes backs to you and you welcome him into your mouth. Or between your tits. Or wherever he wants to try out at that particular time. It's part of your job after all, as he is sure to constantly remind you. The two of you defeat many powerful, evil foes and make the world a better place for the generations to come. It is quite a fun, sex-filled life you lead.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingHighAdventure = "yes">><center><h1>What a Bitch...</h1></center>Julia is thrilled to learn of all the depraved actions you've encouraged the Princess to get into, although she glares at you as you enthusiastically describe your role in all of them.
More importantly, you give her a list of witnesses. All of the farmer's sons, farmer's daughters, other nobles, soldiers, and the long list of lovers that the princess has gathered up in the past few weeks.
"You've done very well my lovely pet." Julia says as she finishes writing everything down. "You've given me all of the information I need to take care of the Princess and make sure the One True Church is unchallenged." She smiles. "There's just one more thing to do." She takes out a wand.
"What's that?" You ask, eager for your next order.
"Oh, just take care of a loose end." Julia snaps her wand at you and you find yourself bound by invisible ropes and pulled up into the air.
You struggle but there is no fighting Julia's magic. She holds the wand at you and smiles. "I do mean what I said, I'm very glad that I rescued you. I hope that what you've learned helps you when I have to send you back."
You open your mouth to beg. Julia speaks first, her holy word disintegrates your body. You have time to think of her as a cold hearted bitch before you are no more.
[[Reform in the Pit|DevilPit]]
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $UFPJuliaBetrayal = "yes">>
"I am not one of the Pit or of the Maker." She says. "I am a soul, much like you I imagine, who has found her place here in the water. I have been watching over the jungle people for centuries." She says. "Not quite the eternity they claim, but a people who only know what their grandparents tell them can only remember so far back." She smiles at you. "My soul was drawn here as yours was I imagine. But I do not quite aspire as highly or as dangerously as you."
"I do not wish to harm your people." You say. "Quite the opposite, I wish for them to live, multiply, and worship me."
"I know." She says matter of factly. "And indeed if that were all that there were to you I would have cut a truce, given you some token and departed. But you are more than that." She regards you fondly as she continues. "I have watched the Maker's forces control the Anwar and threaten my people, and I have watched the devils that have come before you threaten my people as well but you, you are different. <<if $firstlaw eq "love">>The way you speak of love, and unity. It made my heart stir. I think you are the one to help my people better than any other, and so you have my blessing. Let the power of the rain guide you.<<endif>><<if $firstlaw eq "merit">>The way you speak of unity, and judging a person by their merit, this I can respect. I believe worshipping you is the path to my people's success, and so you have my blessing.<<endif>>"
[[Accept it spiritually|BLRSspirt]]
[[Accept it sexually|BLRSsex]]You raise your arms and let your essence flow through the portal. In your mind's eye you see the mortals of the world lit up like little shining lights.
You see civilization is centered around a long river that flows and splits and rejoins itself as it meanders down from high mountains into a gigantic forested continent and out to sea. The rains and spring thawing of the mountain snow bring a flood of water down through the continent each year.
You see thick concentrations of mortals all along its length, with the biggest concentrations in the middle of the river valley and where it meets the sea. Likewise the smaller groups of mortals in the jungles and mountains appear different still.
"Tell me of these people." You say. "I sense different groups and motivations."
"The strong people called the Anwar live in about a dozen towns and villages along the river, which is called the Anwara. They are the chief worshippers of the Maker and they spread his religion as far as they can. They are unified under their King Anwar-Mesh, who rules from their great ziggurat at Anwar-Kull in their largest city on the flood plains. We cannot send you there, for the influence of the Maker is too strong."
"The Jungles are filled with divided groups of nomads. They migrate between lakes and follow herds of wild animals for hunting. Collectively they are called the Marku, but each individual group has their own loyalties. Their worships are as diverse as they are."
"Finally the mountain tribes, who live in the harshest conditions are where our former Master had made some progress. The people there are the Stedt, they are primitive and savage but they are already primed for influence, and that is indeed where this portal emerges."
It looks like your decision has been made.
[[Plot your Conversion of the Stedt|DLStedt]]Julia reaches for the chair and side table and pulls at the air in front of them. As she does so they seem to collapse into her hands, shrinking as they do until there is nothing there. She then lifts her hands up as if placing the items inside an invisible drawer, removes another item and shoves her hand forward. As she does so a rather comfortable bed with white satin sheets and many soft, fluffy pillows with a lace trim emerges into the middle of the room.
"You don't need those anymore." She waves her hand and your clothes vanish. You glance down at your lovely voluptuous curves, very large breasts and very wide hips.
You lie down on the bed, snuggling up to the soft pillows, marveling at how luxurious it feels as Julia talks.
"Well you certainly twisted my expectations." Julia says, looking over your curves critically. "Although thankfully I somewhat suspected it might be the case that you would turn out a bit more tantalizing then I wished for," she admits. <<if $sldx1 eq "bombshelljump">>"And your behavior with Matthias was more or less exactly what I was expecting."<<endif>><<if $sldx1 eq "bombshellbentover">>"And your behavior with Matthias was certainly in line with what I suspected you would drive him to do."<<endif>><<if $sldx1 eq "bombshellblueballs">>"And the way you teased poor Matthias, he is probably still dreaming of having his way with you." She shakes her head.<<endif>><<if $sldx1 eq "passivegoodgirl">>"I was most surprised by how well you behaved yourself though, given the circumstances."<<endif>><<if $sldx1 eq "passivebadgirl">>"And that poor monk is probably already heading back home after all that talk of lapdances and blowjobs." She sighs.<<endif>>
She appears to consider it for a moment before she continues. "Of course, a body like yours under my control certainly could have uses." She gets a devious little gleam in her eyes as she plots.
You are intrigued and smile at Julia as she announces what she has in store for you.
<<if $sld lte -3>>[[There's Someone I Need you to Seduce|HaremSuc]]<<else>>
[[The Next Experiment|SLDX2]]<<endif>><h1><center>Love Conquers All </center></h1>Life as the Queen is all you ever dreamt of. You have power and prestige and no responsibility, your husband makes all of the important decisions. She asks for your advice constantly and like a good wife you let her act like the sole decision maker in public while secretly you organize most of the affairs of state for her. Under Tiffany's rule and with the help of your intelligence and magic, the kingdom enters a golden age of prosperity and peace.
She never runs out of enthusiasm for loving you, and she makes use of your magic to experiment with all sorts of devious things that the two of you enjoy in bed. You do everything a loyal wife can for her husband, and you enjoy every moment of it. Your clone body eventually fades away, and although you might have been able to prolong your existence, you have no desire to continue without your love. The two of you are buried together in a glorious mausoleum, remembered as the greatest king and queen the nation ever had, the days of anyone calling you a wicked sorceress long forgotten.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingLoveConquersAll = "yes">>Unklangor seems a bit taken aback. "I thought you feathery types didn't go for that." He says. And indeed, man on man sex is very frowned on in the angelic forces, as is woman on woman sex, and being anything other than a man or woman for that matter. Quite a rigid system the Maker has, but maybe that's why things work in heaven.
"I'm not exactly with the Maker anymore in case you can't tell." You ruffle your black crows wings. And of course, that's why this is the ultimate cover story that no one will ever question. Indeed, members of the Velvet Glove have been given tactical discretion to break the Maker's laws in order to maintain cover stories. You can fuck this rock monster all you like.
"Alright." the Rock-lizard man chuckles as you bend over to take a shot. "Hope you enjoy that position." You think about what the best way to play this might be. Sometimes the obvious path is not always the right on.
[[You win|Fuckrl]]
[[You lose|Fuckedbyrl]]
[[Let fate decide|either("Fuckrl","Fuckedbyrl")]] //This will choose randomly whether you win or lose//The Kraken likes your idea very much! It swims up towards the surface and you soon find a triple-masted naval ship. The men on board wear smart red uniforms and appear quite organized. They aren't even worried about sea monsters. Jerks.
Your tentacles pierce the surface on all sides of the ship. The men quickly move into action bringing cannon to bear. But before they can fire you shove your tentacles into the cannon holes, find the gunners, and use your massive monstrous strength to shove a tentacle up the ass of every man there.
The screams and squeals are music to your ears. Your laughter makes the sea bubble. Every time a man moves to fire a cannon you brutally violate his anus. Soon no men want to be anywhere near the guns. Chuckling to yourself you let them retreat as fast as possible and sink back down.
For a few days you've got the ocean to yourself with no interference from ships! Hooray! You happily swim about with your whale friends, only eating a few of them!
But then, you see a large amount of ships! Jerks!
[[Tentacle time!|Capricorn3]]"So uh, hey, how about showing me some moves?" You ask Bosco as he sets up the tents.
"Excuse me?" He laughs, in a way that is a bit insulting.
"I'd like to learn to fight better. We'll all need to work together to find the crown and beat the hobgoblins."
Bosco laughs again but it dies halfway through as he sees you're serious. "Well uh..." He scratches his head bashfully. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. That stick of yours is pretty tough after all, yeah sure why not."
Bosco takes up a staff of his own and instructs you on stance and some basic moves. <<if $tbonus eq "wife">>You can't help but instinctively ooh and ah at how big and strong he is as the two of you get up close and personal.<<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "heartbreaker">>Instinctively you strike poses that you know will be eye catching as you learn the positions.<<endif>>
<<if $tbonus eq "wife">>Bosco is obviously quite proud of himself thanks to all your compliments.<<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "heartbreaker">>Your sexy poses attract the attention of the others who have gathered to watch.<<endif>> The two of you begin some light sparring. It is quickly obvious that Bosco's superior strength makes parrying blows directly impossible, so you learn to deflect them and use your agility. You are much quicker than him. He may be a trained warrior, but you're an angel in an elf body!
When he manages to hit you, you end up tasting dirt, but you manage to get several solid whacks in on him as well. If this were an actual fight, you feel you could win as long as you avoided taking a real blow and had more time to wear him down.
He doesn't give it to you of course, probably due to his male ego, you sense he's embarrassed that he isn't easily crushing you. Although you find that attitude insulting, you realize motivating him is your mission here, so you decide to stop the fight and act like he's won. <<if $tbonus eq "wife">>You let him disarm you and then gasp and drop to your knees and shriek girlishly and beg him not to hurt you.<<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "heartbreaker">>You grin at the gathered adventurers and ask if you looked cute while you swung your staff around. They laugh and reassure you that you looked adorable, so you strike a few mock poses for them as they cheer you. You wink at Bosco and thank him with a kiss on his cheek.<<endif>> The big man seems to get his ego back after that. Your experience in the trailer park paid off after all!
Over the next few days you train every chance you get, learning how the men fight so you know where to stand to help and where not to stand so you don't get caught in a backswing. By the time you arrive at the tomb, you're feeling confident about your ability to help out in a jam and not just patch up afterwards.
[[Arrive at the Tomb|Cleric4]]
<<set $elfbonus = "fighter">><<back>>
''//Update 011 - 15 March 2015//''
Dominant Lust Devil
- This is where the bulk of content went. If you want to make it easy, start playing that path from [[here|Lusthbiv]].
- Xiexie the Nightmare is removed, I just couldn't figure how to make it sexy. If you want to go the Herm route, the lava spirit has been added.
- Bellaluzzi has been removed from the "starting" continent just to simplify things.
- New Past Life - Demon Lord's Breeding Cow - added.
- New Past Life - Primitive Chief - added.
- New Past Life - Toy of the Khans - added.
- New Past Life - The Hanging Gardens - added.
- New Past Life - Jungle Queen - added.
- New Past Life - Stedt Warlord - added.
- New Past Life - Stuck in the Mud - added.
- New Past Life - Jungle Khan - added.
- All new past lives are unfinished.
General
- As always, random typos, spelling, and word choice errors fixed as I find them.
- Updated SugarCube to 1.08
- Changed the StyleSheet to TheMadExile's "Bleached"
- Trying to fix up new styles and appearances for various passages. Headings added to significant passages to hopefully help better orient the reader.
- Big update to how endings will be handled. First off I'm calling them "Past Lives" now and not endings. The actual end points will be largely consolidated into a few sorts of major endings. The "Past Lives" save points will be just before the game actually ends, allowing you play around with various options in your particular path. Apotheosis endings will remain unique.
- Old updates moved to their own page
Limbo
- The "Life with the Reigar" past life has been updated to this style, and the various scenes are all playable from there.
- The "Mirror" path in the Zodiac is complete. There are five different ways it can end up going depending on your choices and is much bigger than any of the other mirror paths to date. To see this at the start of game "wait and see", then choose "no", then at the symobls choose [[The Mirror|Gemini]]. It is very incest based. It is also basically fanfiction of a game that many of you are probably familiar with. ;)
- The memories at the edge of oblivion have been reworked and hopefully many of them improved.
Basic Devil
- "Sleep of the Sloth", "Red in Tooth and Claw" and "Belly of the Beast" have been updated as past lives.
- Added a cookie based fat-shaming scene to the Belly of the Beast ending cuz of a mention of cookie endings. ^_^
Sorceress Devil
- "Mirror, Mirror" is no longer a game over. If you reach that point you will end up back in the pit.
- "Hedge Witch" is no longer a game over. If you reach that point, you'll end up back in the pit.
- Fixed a bug where the "Imperial Mistress" past life wasn't remembered.
- "Queen of Outer Space", "High Adventure", "Love Conquers All", "The Great Black Dragon", "The Good Witch", "Imperial Mistress" and "Sorceress Sex Slave" have been set up to become past lives, but are not completed.
- "Just a Footnote" is not an ending anymore, it will be a way to progress to the third chapter of the Sorceress story.
Wrath Devil
- "Blood War" "Serpent Lord" and "Cyborg" (formerly Cyborg Raider) have been setup to become past lives, but are not completed.
- "Immortal Kombat" is no longer an ending, it will be opened up for a continuation of that story.
- "Starspawn" has been set up as a past life.
- "Hunter-Killer" "Cosmic Scourge" and "Lord of the Wasteland" have been deleted. Some of this has been consolidated into a new continuing story path.
- Wrath devil can now name himself.
Submissive Lust Devil
- Changed the first few lines of the "Devil Girls" past life to synch it up with the rearranged submissive devil path.
- Removed the passge that was formerly the "Best Served Cold" Ending. I just didn't like it.
- "Devil of Masochism" ending removed. Just didn't like it.
- "Whipping Girl" "Milky Messiah" "Slave in the Age of Enlightenment" "Devil Girls" "Slave Goddess Apotheosis" are all setup to be past lives but aren't finished yet.
''//Update 010 - 02 November 2014//''
- As always, random spelling and grammar fixes .
- Added an option to forget all the endings you've found, thanks to TheMadExile for this!
- Dozens of word choice and grammar fixes thanks to jmjmjm!
- Added a paragraph of exposition to the "wait and see" passage, just explaining the cosmos a little for newcomers.
- Expanded ending 074 ("Sorceress Sex Slave") slightly, so Erik uses you in his conquests.
- Endings 075, 076 ("Devil Girls" and "Slave Goddess Apotheosis") have been moved and modified.
- Ending 050 ("Secret Milk Goddess") has been moved and altered somewhat.
- Endings 008, 013, 073 are removed.
- Big rewriting of the submissive lust devil path. After the initial choices of how to affect Julia's magic and build your body, you will now be given the option to either overload the lactation spell (resulting in very lactation heavy content), let it function normally (resulting in a brief lactation scene), or have it fizzle out (essentially skipping the lactation content). The male option has been redone as well and both options have been opened up for more future content.
- Submissive Lust Devil content complete through the scenes that take place in Julia's Cathedral and nearby settings.
- Reconfigured the way endings are done. They don't have numbers anymore, this is to make it easy to move them around and alter them as I fix things up. For the most part this just means ending passages have been renamed. This may also have caused some links to break. Please let me know if you find any!
- The Grey Tower endings have all been condensed into one. the different ways to play with the Lord and Lady there will become the start of bonus sex scenes later.
- An option to not stay in the Grey Tower, linking with the Zodiac symbols, has been added.
- Some memories will be found before Oblivion, as well as the option to avoid it.
- Moved a bit of exposition from the Herald intro to the basic Angel intro. Also removed a relic passage from the Herald path.
''//Update 009 - 04 October 2014//''
- Major rewriting of a lot of under the hood stuff
- Started work on the "Ending Tracker" that will remember what endings you found and let you view them (this may be buggy esp. with endings that use variables).
- Updated credits to include people who have helped with typos and bugs. If I missed anyone please let me know!
- Fixed a bug with choosing the sword as Valkyrie, thanks Pandemos!
- Many typos fixed, thanks Mdy!
- Many typos fixed, thanks treetz!
- Sorceress path opened up again. No new content just a dead link.
- Ending 072 added, effectively finishing the Wrath content. Open to suggestions if anyone cares to have it opened up again, but my attempts to write fun stuff for it all fizzled.
- Leaving the pain collar on in the submissive lust devil path will lead to an ending. The other route was removed to simplify things.
- Removed dead links in the Zodiac section, not saying I will never add stories there just don't see any need to have empty spaces that may never be filled in.
- The option to choose the Anwar as the dominant lust devil has been completely removed, putting an end to a variant path that would have wildly gone out of control.
- Ending 074 added. You're welcome, Lig. :)
- Thanks to Areal for the suggestions on the following changes.
- Ending 008 has been changed into a "respawn" and is no longer an ending.
- Ending 013 has been removed. Instead of a link there, the player has "respawn" options.
- Ending 050 and all dialogue choices leading up to it have been removed.
- Ending 067 reworded somewhat. No significant changes.
- Fixed a word choice error in an elevator scene, thanks chase!
- New endings 008, 013, and 050 written!
- Endings 073, 075, 076 added!
- Hundreds of random spelling and grammar fixes.
''//Update 008 - 20 July 2014//''
- Endings 056-071 added
- Lots of work on the Spy, the Casino Job is complete! The clockmaker content has been reconnected and only slightly altered if you get sent to a desk job.
- The second and final chapter of the Sorceress is also complete!
- The Conqueror wrath line is finished, although there isn't much new content, it now links to the Tournament, no new work on that.
- Ending 041 changed, Beast Juggernaut path basically stopped where it is due to me realizing I can't write anthro stuff. Option to rejoin the Titan path added to the start of it just to make it less of a dead end.
- Edited the angel start, making it more ambiguous what your original sex was.
- A little bit of work done on the Advocate path.
- Rearranged the Dominant Lust Devil path, you can now only attempt dream influence to the Bellaluzzi, the Marku you appear to in person but in your chosen form, the Stedt require you to take a god form.
- Fixed a mistake in the Lioness path, thanks treetz!
- Random typos and spelling mistakes corrected as I stumble upon them.
''//Update 007 - 13 July 2014//''
- Calling these "updates" instead of "betas" now since that always seemed sort of silly for a CYOA.
- This update has not been spellchecked or proofread, sorry in advance!
- Lioness symbol completed
- Fixed a word choice error in Ending 29, thanks Lurk4Eva!
- Some work on Dominant Lust Devil, up to the first major choice of the arch -> picking the people you want to start worshipping you on an iron age mortal world. The Stedt options are developed a little, the others are not yet.
- Some slight changes to old passages of the Submissive Lust Devil, e.g. Julia now has a last name, and a different title.
- Setup for and execution of the first Submissive Lust Devil Experiment done
- Ending 055 added
- Changed the Elf Cleric Path so that you can still be a fighter if you were a doll, taking the route that would otherwise lead you to Valkyrie just sends you to the next job now. You still can't reach the Valkyrie path if you were a doll, but the elf path is fully accessible.
- Word use and typos fixed in Kraken path, thanks treetz!
- Infinite loop with marrying Malone repeatedly has been fixed. Although I suppose while it was there it was a secret Groundhog Day ending? Haha no it was just a mistake, thanks treetz!
- I put a random win/lose option in the pool hall scene in the Spy story path. I also made the Nerd symbol roll dice to take you to another symbol randomly. I'm learning new things, yay! ^_^
- The Clockmaker path has been disabled for now. It doesn't have enough depth for it's own separate path, the planned content for it will be integrated elsewhere in the story (current plan is for a "desk job" you get assigned to if you get injured at the end of the first spy mission).
- Added a route to escape and buff shemale body through refusing to put yourself in a minidress in Stone's office in the shemale juggernaut path. Didn't make much sense you could only get there by being compliant before. Also added a passage to the loyal shemale juggernaut, setting up the first main choice she makes.
- Added a little bit to the Beast Juggernaut intro. Just setting up the transformation in a cooler way.
- As always other random typos and fixes as I find them.
''//Update 006 - 28 June 2014//''
- Minotaur symbol completed, Lioness symbol started
- Some work on Warlord Wrath path
- Some work on Beast Juggernaut path
- Endings 039-054 added.
- Re-Wrote ending 37 and the passages leading up to it. Wolf giving his Bunny a sensible set of armor? What was I thinking?
- You no longer have the option to refuse to become an Advocate (this only existed because it was the only way to the Biohazard path)
- You also no longer have the option to refuse the Herald assignment
- The option to motivate the party in the elf cleric path is no longer dependent on a certain outcome of the trailer park path.
- Gumshoe path complete!
- Biohazard path has been rewritten and reorganized, lots of work done on this path! It is now complete in rough draft form.
- Everything run through spellcheck (273 page proofdoc).
''//Update 005 - 15 June 2014//''
- Many word choice and grammar fixes, thanks Sweet Little Sister!!!
- Added a buffer passage between finishing your service as a Stripper Doll and returning to the Mercies.
- Deleted all the "you" content and removed several variables that weren't doing much (this removed option to say bye to Della after becoming a Valkyrie).
- Bad mistake in the stripper doll section fixed, thanks to Dorkulon for catching it.
''//Update 004 - 15 June 2014//''
- Small work on dominant lust devil path
- The lovers in the stars path is complete (if not very long).
- Endings 27, 28, 29, 30, 031, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38 added
- Ending 12 removed, new ending 12 added
- Ribbit paths - Centaur, Nerd, Ram, Mermaid, Cupbearer, Kraken complete
- Removed the You panel entirely. It was nice but it didn't really add that much and makes writing new transformations much less time intensive.
- Doll Paths Complete
- Work on Gumshoe Path, Day One Complete
- Streamlined Clockmaker, no new content
- Some work on Beast Juggernaut
- Spy path streamlined, some new content
- Entire thing has been run through a spell check. 225 page proofdoc at size 10 font. There are probably many errors remaining.
- Mistake in the Vanity path fixed, thanks to Lurk4eva for catching it!
''//Update 003 - 25 May 2014//''
- Added a more blunt warning to the CBT scene in the submissive lust devil path
- Also added an alternative way to advance that path
- Various typos cleaned up as I noticed them
- Many obsolete variables deleted
- Scrapped the Adventurer / Slayer offshoots. On reflection, I don't think they'll add anything to the game.
- Some reworking of the Wrath story, Ending 015 has been changed a little, a few new passages of both the berserker and warlord paths.
- Some work on the Vanity path
- Some work on the Titan Juggernaut path
- A few new office doll and stripper doll passages
- Endings 021, 022, 023, 024, 025 & 026 have been added!
- The Ribbit path has been reimagined, it will now be a bunch of scenes that don't really fit in elsewhere. Doing weird technical stuff with twine just leads to me wasting time and not getting anywhere near the same results that just writing would and it doesn't work consistently so, yeah, scrapped that.
''//Update 002 - 19 May 2014//''
- By popular demand, the Shemale Juggernaut path has gotten some love.
- Consolidated a few of the smaller passages in the angel intro
- A little bit of work done on the elf cleric path, some minor changes.
- The Adventurer job is unlockable, but has no content.
- Some work done on the lust devil path, it now branches a little into submissive and dominant courses, both will give the player freedom of choice regarding their body eventually.
- Endings 017, 018, 019 & 020 Have Been Added
''//Update 001 - 12 May 2014//''
- This is the first release of the game, hooray! There is one path to godhood currently in the game, many paths to much less than godhood, and many more dead ends that need to be filled in. The ProofDoc is 134 pages, and there are currently 16 endings.You walk right up the ramp that leads to the deck of the ship. As expected two of the armed devils are there almost instantly, machine guns leveled at your chest. "Fuck off." They say loudly.
"Not today thank you." You say with a smile and a nod. "Your boss and me need to have words." The devils glance at each other and then repeat their earlier greeting. "Fine, I can wait. But she wants to hear this." You continue, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. "Her plan isn't going quite so well as she thinks."
One of the devils turns and barks something in a guttural language to a third devil, who then goes below decks. He emerges a few moments later and beckons for you to come to him. The devils frisk you before you enter, but you were smart enough not to bring your weapons with you. Obviously you knew this would be happening.
You enter the bowels of the ship. Everything down here is dark, and the distinct odor of spilled blood permeates everything.
"Speak." A female voice hisses. You cannot see the speaker, heck you can't see more than a few inches in front of you.
[[Try to bargain with her|PB2]]Relying on your suit's stealth capabilities you carefully climb the rock outcropping, your hands acting as pitons with the suit's claws clinging to the rock itself. You monitor carefully for any sounds and hear nothing.
You make it up to the top of the plateau, moving slowly on all fours to the little structure. Closer you can see that it looks like an observatory, with a large telescope coming from the roof. The plateau is soil with some grasses growing in it, and a few small white birds flitting about. The building is made of stone with simple windows that are mostly open. You find one and spy in.
You see two angels, a man and a woman tied together back to back. They look terrified and exhausted. The place is in shambles. Looking to the left you see what caused this. The demon is about five feet tall, a black smoky form. It appears to be busy ripping through scrolls and books and maps looking for something. Probably a way out.
You have the drop on it and you can't give it a chance to hurt these angels more. You leap through the window, the stealth abilities of your suit working overtime to keep up as you wrap your bestial jaws around the smoke demon's form. As it does so powerful electric bursts shoot from your fangs and knock it unconscious.
You quickly free the two angels who seem almost as scared of you as they were of the smoke devil. "Don't worry." You speak to them. "I'm loyal to the Maker."
"That's what we're afraid of." The woman says. You are taken off guard by this.
[[Secure the smoke demon|Bsneak2]]You kneel next to the angel. Without a word you raise your foot and bring it down hard on his skull. Over and over again you crush it, letting out all your rage at the resistance this angel has given. He is too weak to resist. He tries to will himself to survive, to struggle against you. He loses.
You know you haven't killed him permanently, but he will have to regain his strength and his memories. By then you'll be much stronger.
You turn to the King of Anwar-Kull. He is staring at you, horrified, terrified, in awe. He shakes as he drops to one knee. His soldiers rapidly follow suit. Most of the Anwar on the crowd were already kneeling.
You make your way into the city. Your followers are given the same instructions as before. Those who convert are welcomed into your flock. Most do, readily.
"<<print $dname>>! <<print $dname>>!" You hear as you approach the Ziggurat.
[[Take the Crystal|DLDWin]]<h1><center>Caged Pet</center></h1>Your eyes flicker open. The first thing you see are the ruined remains of your powersuit sitting on the dusty rock in front of you. You are on a large meteor, which feels like it is moving rapidly through space, a very low gravity and weak atmosphere keeping you alive. Your are on all fours, with your hands buried in the rock up to your elbows and your legs buried up to your knees. You cannot move at all, there is no space to, it's as if the rocks formed themselves over you. You struggle briefly but have to give up quickly due to the weak atmosphere exhausting you quickly.
"Aw, big strong hero stuck?" You hear a sultry feminine voice taunting you. A hoof lands next to your face and you glance up to see the now much shorter bloodthirster smirking down at you. She's only a foot or two taller than you now, her flail tied to a loop in a chain around her waist.
"You really screwed me up there. I was about to break right through and fuck up Paradise. But I guess they sent you down as a sacrifice to slow me. Well it worked." She slaps you on your ass hard. "And now I'm going to be stuck on this meteor until my wings heal." <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>You see they are riddled with bullet holes.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>You see that you managed to rip one nearly off and the other is severely damaged.<<endif>> "And I don't even know where this fucking meteor is going. Far away from Paradise that's for sure. Way to go angel boy, you saved the day."
"But not your ass." She says, eyes narrowing. She walks behind you. You struggle again and she laughs. "Moron, I melted the rocks and reformed them around you, you won't move without breaking this whole meteor in half and I'm pretty sure you won't be doing that without your suit." You feel her cock poking at your tight little asshole.
"You know what the worst thing about being an immensely strong demon is?" She asks as she spreads your cheeks with her hands and starts jamming at your butthole. "Everything I fuck I split in half. Can't really have any fun with the same thing more than once. But not you big boy, I got a feeling you can handle this just fine. I mean, with this big strong body of yours. Oooh this is gonna be great!" She sounds very turned on as she pulls back and slams into you with all the power of her twelve foot body. Your sphincter survives the first strike, and the second, and a dozen more, but eventually she breaks you and then her cock is all the way in.
"Ohhhh Adversary's balls you're tight." She moans in total satisfaction as she hilts all the way inside you. "Oh sweet horns I'm just gonna enjoy this for a moment." She sighs happily and doesn't move for a while, her hard cock jammed all the way up you. "Oh it's almost gonna be a shame to break you in." She moans. "...almost." She pulls back and slams in again. And again. And again.
When she cums it's like a river of her seed is being poured into your tight little asshole. Most of it floats up around you into outer space, freezing as soon as it leaves the small atmosphere and flying off. She is tireless, plowing and fucking you over and over and over again. She taunts you about what a good lay you are and what a wonderful strong ass you have.
After a while you notice her wings have totally healed. But she still doesn't seem to want to leave you. She never puts it anywhere else, not trusting you not to bite anything she puts near your mouth, and never softens at all always treating you like a captured enemy that is just there for her amusement. She never gets tired of it. On the plus side, you've distracted this devil and Paradise is safe. On the minus side, you spend eternity as the Bloodthirster's buttslut.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingCagedPet = "yes">>You walk through the door and find yourself assailed with the smell of blood and iron. Looking around you find yourself in a gladiator pit, creatures of all shapes and sizes arrayed in fights of all sorts, involving weapons familiar and unfamiliar.
A dark-skinned angel dressed like a Viking rushes to your side and pulls you down into a trench you swear wasn't there a moment ago.
"Welcome to the Seraphs, soldier," he yells excitedly. "I'm Robinson, apparently I'm your guide." He laughs with a bit of mania, apparently this is catching him off guard as much as you. He peeks his head up over to the top of the trench only to duck down just in time to have nothing more than his horned helmet blown to smithereens.
"No good that way." He says far too cheerfully. "Oh there!" He points to the far end of the trench. You see a group of red devils, rubbing their heads as if trying to recover from a daze. They're each about six feet tall, dark red and wearing little more than a loincloth and carrying primitive weapons.
"Soldier devils!" Robinson yells in your ear. "Higher ups drop 'em in here all the time for training. Get rid of them, Seraph!"
An array of weaponry is available for your use.
[[There's no such thing as excessive force! Choose the hammer.|HammerSeraph]]
[[I think the subtle approach is best. Choose the dagger.|SpaiSeraph]]
[[Run Away!|EndingSheepsClothing]]
//Checkpoint Reached - The Fist of God//
<<remember $CheckPtSeraph = "yes">>You lean up against a column and light a cigarette. The smoke trails into the dim light of the casino as you take in the crowd. Katy seems attached at the hip to her new fallen angel. You scan about and don't notice anyone else particularly interesting.
Suddenly you feel a blunt jab into your side and hear a chiming sound like a digital device powering up that you distinctly recognize.
"Hello there." You hear a very sweet female voice speak into your ear, dark blue hair just visible in your peripheral sight. "Recognize this?"
"Yes." You say remaining calm. "A miniaturized disintegration ray. Of course if you fire it in here you'll not only evaporate me but half of the room with it." You take a drag on your cigarette.
"And you're betting I won't do that?" The question comes with just a hint of a giggle at the end of the sentence.
"I'm betting there's something you'd rather have." You say evenly.
"Oh you're quite right about that. Come with me and we'll discuss it."
[[Get Taken Hostage|KatyHostage]]You aren't going to risk going into the crowd. You spend a few minutes jiggling about as the pole is clearly trying to penetrate you and you desperately stay one step ahead of it. The men seem to be enjoying this greatly.
You won't let it catch you! You can't! You continue to prance and jiggle around the stage, keeping one step from the edge of the ring as the men shout at you to step over. You are in a constant state of wired terror as you manage to avoid penetration or falling off of the stage.
[[Keep trying to stay away from it!|EndingMainAttraction]]
[[Let it catch you and put on a real show!|NBpoledance]]The look in Grom's eyes is frantic, almost scared. You know why, he is afraid of what you might do to him should he go too far with you. But all it takes is a gentle whisper of encouragement from you and that worry vanishes.
Standing, demonstrating his brute strength by lifting your jiggly pregnant figure with him, he turns around and drops you on your back on the stone he was sitting on, your legs still spread wide around him. You let yourself lean back over the rocks as he starts to fuck you in earnest.
He pulls back and forth with his hips, not so much fucking you as pulverizing you. A mortal might not live through such powerful thrusts. But you take them easily, loving every moment of it.
He grabs onto your stomach almost possessively and starts to caress it, grinning wolfishly as this makes you purr and writhe with joy as he penetrates you. Your big round stomach is every bit as sensitive and tingle inspiring as your nipples and having it felt up like this is wondrous.
As you lean back your head hangs upside down over the back end of the stone, your tits dangle heavily to your sides and your legs spread wide for the Mountain King's cock.
You see, upside down, a man is attempting to go a second round with his woman. She looks exhausted and overwhelmed. But his cock is rock hard. You smirk as the Stedt man takes his woman again. She's obviously worn out and maybe even somewhat sore but that's hardly your problem. She's going to get used to that very soon or she won't make it long in this new society.
With the fertility drug you've doused them with every woman here will be with child by the end of the night if they aren't already. Including you.
Grom busts his nuts again, just as powerfully as the first time and you feel now even more demonic creatures growing inside of you. You stretch out behind you with your free arms and let the eupohoria spread through your body. All around you women of the Stedt are in similar positions, taking their men's seed and loving it.
Things are going perfectly...Grom takes you several more times before the sun starts coming up.
[[The Winter Passes|CundaBirth]]
<<set $cundababy = "gromlots">>As the days go by you slowly but surely start to nudge things in favor of the beautiful dark haired lady of the tower. The two of you become closer and friendlier, and she delights in having a girlfriend at long last. When you finally broach the subject of dominating her man together, she is thrilled at the idea.
The man himself is hardly less thrilled, considered it involves him being tied to the bedposts and forced to put his tongue and cock to use at once.
You and the lady switch places on him, one enjoying his very talented tongue, the other his fantastic cock. You face each other as well, kissing and fondling each other as the man beneath you brings you both to orgasm over and over again. As both of you wear flowing gowns he is covered entirely, almost easy to forget he's more than just a humping post for you as the two of you focus your love on each other.
Although your cock isn't quite as big as his, it doesn't get neglected in this at all. The man is often teased to the point that he practically begs you to make him cum any way possible, including your slender cock up his tight ass. Sometimes you sandwich him between the two of you, you fucking him while he fucks his queen.
As the months go by it becomes clear, this tower has two queens and one servant. It is a wonderful way to spend eternity, far away from the pointless competition between the light and the darkness.
[[Yes, yes it is.|Nirvana]]
...Or is it?
[[Sure, but first let's try aiding the Lord and Dominating the Lady|TowerLoD]]
[[It's just the Start, Time to Dominate Both of Them!|TowerBD]]
[[I think it would be more fun to get Dominated|TowerBS]]<h1><center>Ghoul Queen</center></h1>Why not? You figure. It's not like her doing this is really any better or worse than what the gods are doing outside of the shield. And why shouldn't you be the one who shares the power with her.
Hyo-jin is delighted to have you as her partner. She has a guest bedroom prepared and gives you access to a very large walk-in closet of clothes she has scavenged. The two of you are nearly the same size.
You change into a red skirt suit with a ruffled cream blouse and plain shoes and rejoin Hyo-jin in her lab. There is a machine that resembles a mix between a chemical plant and a radio station. She explains how she uses it to broadcast commands to her ghouls. She also gives you several journals of hers to read and catch up on her current research.
You curl up on a loveseat and read and watch her work. She's really quite brilliant. Completely amoral, but brilliant. You find yourself quite attracted to her. Before you know it days have gone by and the two of you are getting closer and closer.
After two weeks of constant conversations Hyo-jin reveals to you why she is so obsessed with the ghouls. After you promise not to leave, she removes her surgical mask. You aren't terribly shocked to see that her mouth and jaw have the structure of a ghouls, with protruding ragged teeth and retracted lips. She reveals to you that the disease first spread to her husband when the two of them journeyed here together and that it must have mutated into what currently afflicts the ghouls now. She started off working on a cure, but when her husband died she gave up and decided to use it for her own benefit. She reveals the disease will kill her eventually, and asks if you will take over her work for her when the day comes. You hastily agree.
You burn Hyo-jin's body when she passes, not wanting the ghouls to eat it. You keep her mask though, as a sort of symbol of her passing the torch to you. You tie it around your face and send the ghouls on a rampage in her honor.
A few weeks later, you lead the ghouls to the secret entrance to the complex and let them in. They swarm inside and wipe everyone out.
You are alone as far as sentient life goes. Anything that sets foot in your realms is converted to a mindless drone in your service. You slowly age and eventually pass, unquestioned ruler of a deserted wasteland.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingGhoulQueen = "yes">>//One week later...//
"She isn't going to come, don't worry." Queen Anne says for the twelfth time since breakfast. She is a tall brunette, her hair is up in a braided bun and her crown sits proudly on her head. She is wearing a navy blue dress with gold trimmings and sitting to the side of her husband, King Erik.
King Erik doesn't look as calm as his wife is pretending to be. He is a fair featured man with a four inch beard that isn't quite as neatly trimmed as a king's should be. The front of his dirty blonde hair is pulled back just to keep it out of his eyes while the rest hangs around his broad shoulders. He wears the robes of state somewhat clumsily, as if they don't quite fit him right even they are the right size. He is also more muscular than most royalty. His navy blue tunic and pants don't do much to hide his athletic frame.
"What's the big deal if she does?" Their daughter Tiffany says she picks at her food. Tiffany has her father's athletic build and her mother's looks, meaning she actually looks quite a lot like you, just younger, less confident, brunette, and more athletic and less busty. She wears a white dress with similar golden decorations, with loose sleeves and a loose skirt leaving barely any of her body or shape visible. She appears to be just entering her adult years. Her face has only a few token efforts at makeup and her hair is back in a simple ponytail.
"Nothing." Queen Anne says far too quickly. "It's just that she hasn't visited in awhile is all."
"Then why are you so scared?" Tiffany says bluntly.
"We aren't." Anne says forcefully.
"Greta says it's because you stole daddy from her." Tiffany says.
"Greta does, does she." Anne replies with a tone that suggests this will be the last anyone sees of Greta. "Well you tell Greta that my sister is..." She is distracted by a sudden intake of air into the corner of the room and a flash of darkness and green shadow that you emerge from.
"Your sister is what?" You say sweetly. "No go on, finish that."
Erik smiles involuntarily at the sight of you. Anne looks petrified. Tiffany looks scared too, but for different reasons. You can't help but grin at this reaction. You walk over to the table and take a seat on the opposite side of Erik, arranging your <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>gothic royal gown<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>skimpy black dress<<endif>> around yourself as you do.
"I don't believe we've met." You say to Tiffany. "I'm your Aunt Malleguarde."
"Tiffany." She replies, with the courage of one too inexperienced to be scared for long. <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>"I really like your dress." She says eyeing the delicate rose pattern on the black roses and skulls that decorate your blood red dress.
"Why thank you." You say nodding sweetly. "I see you've inherited your mother's excellent taste." You shoot a dark look towards her and Erik as they sit together. As you do you notice Erik's eyes are glued to your cleavage. Well, at least this corset is good for something. And he has good reason to stare, well, besides how fantastic your tits are. <<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>She stares at your skimpy little sorceress's gown with the eyes of a beautiful young lady who wished her mother let her dress like that. Or at least that's what you assume it is. Erik is giving you a completely different look, one that says he is already regretting the decision he made years ago.<<endif>>
For while your sister continued to age, you have stayed young and beautiful. While Erik and Ann appear in their 40s, and not far from the life expectancy of a human in this day age, you don't look more than a few years older than Tiffany. You take a glass from a servant who is brave and well mannered enough to bring you some wine and set a plate in front of you.
"Now then." You say with a smile as you turn to them. "Twenty years of marriage. Isn't that just remarkable." Your tone couldn't be more sinister if you were announcing you had just poisoned them all.
You can't quite explain //why// you've thrown yourself into Malleguarde's high heeled shoes so willingly. Maybe you're just bored. Maybe you feel like you owe her one. Or maybe you feel like any slight to Malleguarde is a slight to you since you've taken over her body. Whatever the case, you are in this all the way. Vengeance shall be yours. You grin wickedly as you sip your wine.
[[Talk to Erik Alone|MalErik]]
[[Talk to Tiffany Alone|MalTiff]]You look at the weapons you used, thinking carefully. There were many weapons that you used, but three of them stand out to you more than the others.
The two handed battle-axe was a rush to use. Whirling that razor sharp edge backed with a heavy blade did some real damage. But it wasn't sheer power, you found many clever ways to use the shape of it to disarm Greta's more narrow weapons and block attacks. It would definitely be handily for doing serious damage to larger foes or cleaving through groups of enemies. It isn't as great for aerial maneuvers though, as most of its more powerful swings require you to have your feet on solid ground for a base of power.
The classic longsword is very appealing. For sheer versatility it couldn't be beat. You could use it one handed with a shield or a second weapon in your offhand, or two handed for more power. It's much quicker than the axe, giving you a much wider margin for error in your attacks. The fact that it can be used to pierce or slash with equal effectiveness makes it equally effective for fighting strong opponents one on one, on the ground or in the sky.
Or you could be like Greta and use a spear for your signature. You found it useful for aerial and ground battles of field position, being set to take a charge or used at the end of a charging attack it was extremely powerful, and synchronizes well with aerial combat.
You have no shortage of suggestions from the dozen or so Valkyries that have gathered around you, but the choice is yours.
[[The Battle-axe. Ground-pounder Warrior Babe, that's me!|ValkAxe]]
[[The Sword. I like to Have Options.|ValkSword]]
[[The Spear. The Sky Will be Mine.|ValkSpear]]You groan as you find yourself on your back, lying in a bed in a clean sterile hospital. You rub your throat gingerly, although it isn't hurt at all. You groan grumpily as you sit up.
"Welcome back." Gloria says, looking a bit tense.
"I'm sorry." You say, glancing down embarrassed.
"It turned out alright. Sort of." Gloria says, obviously disappointed. "Without the wizard the others couldn't get through the traps and they all died off. But the drow were killed so the next team was able to get the Crown. It was delayed...there were a lot of needless deaths, but the good guys won in the end." She gives you a half-hearted smile and sighs.
"Ready for the next one?"
[[Sure|MortalJobs]]
<<set $clericjob = "locked">>
<<set $gumshoejob = "unlocked">>You change out of your current <<if $elfbonus eq "thief">> slick <<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "vamp">>girly <<endif>>outfit and look for something more sensible to wear. You find a pair of plain panties and a sportsbra and pull them on. <<if $tbonus eq "heartbreaker">>You bounce for an experimental jiggle and find that one doesn't quite do the job so you pull one a second sportsbra, now feeling mildly contained.<<endif>>
You then find a pair of what look like dark blue yoga pants and pull them on. They aren't exactly rugged but they won't get in the way while you work. <<if $tbonus eq "wife">>They stretch tightly over your slightly larger than average backside, almost looking a little translucent, your panty line visible through them. You wince at that and change into a thong. It's uncomfortable and now the stretched material shows a hint of your ass instead of your underwear but it looks better.<<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "heartbreaker">>You wiggle into them, at first pleased with how they show off your slender figure, but wince as you see your panties clearly visible under them. You change back into your lacy thong and smile at the much cleaner profile.<<endif>>
You then find a white tanktop, wifebeater style, and pull it on. <<if $tbonus eq "wife">>You have a slight muffintop that spills out of the sides of your tight yoga pants and small tanktop. You wince at that but tell yourself it will go away with proper exercise.<<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "heartbreaker">>It stretches tightly across your chest and hangs loosely around your waist. Either meant for a man or a less endowed, chubbier, woman. Oh well, maybe wearing something not so sexy will impress Dagget.<<endif>>
Finally you find a pair of athletic shoes and ankle socks and pull them on. You nod at your reflection.
[[Check yourself out in the mirror again|BDEval]]
<<set $elfbonus = "trained">>You fight hard for what seems like a half an hour but in reality is probably more like ten minutes. You rush him over and over again, knocking him off of his feet and making him drop his precious net. You hack at him with your sword, catching a few cuts along his sides that slow him down enough that you can knock his spear away with your shield.
He drops to his knees as you have completely disarmed and overpowered him. You lift your weapons as the crowd cheers and looks to the visiting lady.
She is a slender young thing and looks like she would rather be anywhere else.
"Why is everyone looking at me?" She asks her guide.
"You must tell the gladiator what to do with his opponent. A thumbs up and he will live, a thumbs down and he will die!"
"Ah, so what I do with my hands is what they have to do?"
"Yes."
She grins and raises her hand. You lift your sword ready to execute and you see a...circle?
You blink and squint. Yes she did indeed make a circle with one hand. She then raises a finger on her other hand. And inserts it into the circle. And pulls back. And inserts again. And again.
You lower your sword and exchange glances with your opponent. The crowd starts to applaud even louder.
"Miss you can't ..." The guide whispers to the visiting lady.
"Seriously, has nobody thought of this before?" She laughs as you shrug and start to strip your crotch armor off.
Soon your opponent is on all fours in front of you as you fuck his ass from behind. From the way he squealed and protested he is definitely an anal virgin. Well, was. You grin as you feel his tightness making a lovely little receptacle for your hard cock.
The sight of two hot young men going at it lead to very loud cheers from the crowd and the visiting noble lady even invites you to return to the great Coliseum and assfuck the great gladiators of the day.
Just as you are about to accept you feel your soul slipping out of this body and return [[back to Limbo|Zodiac]]
//Here is a link to the Oglaf Cartoon that inspired this little story -> [[http://oglaf.com/sport/]] //An hour later you're sitting on a donut shaped icepack and waiting for the painkillers to kick in. You've been crying for awhile too. The look on Dagget and Montana's faces after they fucked you made you feel fairly worthless and the fact that Montana wasn't even aware enough to not slap your ass afterwards shows how little you meant to them as a human being. You suppose it was your dumb fault for thinking you'd just have happy fun sex time and be done with it. Those days are over for you it seems. As you are no longer an angel, sex will have physical and social consequences that you can't just overlook.
Once you feel okay to walk you find a more sensible workout outfit. Basketball shorts, sneakers, plain underwear, a high quality sportsbra, and a men's tank top. Nobody will be finding you a sex object in this. You pull your hair back in a simple ponytail and wash your face a few times to feel better. When you go back in tomorrow it will be all business.
[[Workout Hard|BDTrainsrs]]"Looking for this?" You ask, stepping into Seven's office and holding the sphere up.
Seven couldn't be happier. He takes the form of a portly human and he is dressed in the finest clothes, but he sprints his way over to you and snatches at the crystal. As he grabs it the light fades back into him and joy and relief wash over his features.
"You did it! You did it!" He bounces for joy. "Oh I knew I could trust the Maker to help me." You decide not to mention that part of your assignment was to kill him if necessary. "Thank you! Thank you! What can I do to repay you."
You lock eyes with Vishna. "Well. I suppose your best suite for a week would be a good start." She smiles back.
"It's yours!" Seven says. "But how did you ever beat that trickster devil?"
"Oh." You say as you offer a hand to Vishna, knowing everyone expects a witty zinger from you. "I shot that bitch in the head."
[[One Week Later...|VishnaFun]]
<<set $spyjob1 = "victory">>As you get a basic understanding of the system a few very important questions are bubbling in your brain, so you ask them. "What exactly is this energy? Is it a byproduct of the angels or devils or other things ceasing to exist?"
"Course." Malone says far too quickly for someone who has actually checked into this. "I mean, what else could it be?"
You let that go for the time being and ask your next question. "How are you gathering this energy?"
"It isn't bound anywhere. That's the crazy thing about Oblivion, when you fade to it your energy is gone, it has no anchor in reality, so the byproduct can go wherever it likes. This device gathers it here. Why it works exactly? I couldn't tell ya. But it does."
"So did you invent this?" You look over it again, wondering as to how exactly this came about.
"Sort of." He responds in a noncommittal manner.
[[Investigate the Origins of the Machine|falloutmaloneorigin]]In the vast nothingness of a soul floating empty in the cosmos, a frog ribbits? That can't be right. You focus again. Harder this time.
//Ribbit.//
There's no mistaking it. A frog. You will yourself to come closer to it.
//Ribbit. Ribbit. Ribbit Ribbit. Croak.//
And then you suddenly feel yourself being forced to stop. Whatever form of locomotion you once possessed you no longer do.
There are multiple frogs making noise around you now. And with each croak or ribbit pulses of something that isn't quite reality ripple across what can almost now be called a perception. You understand that the frogs are giving you something to focus on, like a bat's echolocation. The noises bounce across you and slowly, slowly, you start to see.
You are on a stone circle. It floats in the middle of outer space, surrounded by black nothing and distant stars. Around the circle are nine broken Doric columns, each of which still have the head attached. Seated on each head is a frog, regarding you blankly. They croak and ribbit in some random order.
There is...material here. Some sort of protoplasm that you find yourself inside of. You gain some rudimentary senses and see that there are glowing symbols floating around the Doric columns that the frogs perch on.
[[Check out the Symbols|Zodiac]]You groan and rub your throat as you sit up again. You see you are lying in a clean white bed with Gloria sitting in a white wooden chair next to you in a very clean hospital. "Am I..." You stammer.
"Back in Heaven. Take a rest 'Pamela' you earned it." Gloria says with a smile. She seems oddly proud.
"But..but I got beat I..." You question why she looks so happy.
"Yeah, but everyone knew who did it. 'Lindsey' got arrested for your murder, everyone blamed the drugs she was so into, that park cleaned up almost as good as it was before you showed up. Sure we lost a lot of them to her side but we gained more than we had before. Overall you did a good job." She smiles and pats your hand. "Hey, maybe you'll get another shot at her down the road."
"Get some rest, and come see me when you're ready for a new assignment."
[[Get Some Sleep, Then Go to See Gloria|MortalJobs]]<h1><center>King of the Jungle</center></h1>The powersuit breaks itself down into base components, becoming long protein strings and thick biological material. It wraps itself around you as the material slowly fuses with your skin. To an onlooker it would appear as though you were suddenly encased in gigantic cocoon.
The computer brain makes sure everything is set and then it starts to integrate itself into your organic brain. It is an extremely painful process at first before it can deactivate your pain sensors. Thankfully you're held paralyzed by the cocoon and cannot thrash your way out of it, the results of that would be the end of your brain.
At the end of the long process though you find yourself thinking much quicker than before. Your sense are sharper your body control is much better and your memories and knowledge have incorporated the suit's computer data banks in full.
The cocoon is gone when you open your eyes. You glance down at yourself. You are nearly eight feet tall and covered in a dark yellow coat with black spots. The spots are vaguely horseshoe shaped and spread over your fine coat. Your skin is very tough and your have retractable claws on your hands and feet, both of which are equipped with fully prehensile digits and opposable thumbs.
You sniff at the air and receive a wealth of information. You can tell what has been here recently, which direction it went and what is nearby. You drop to all fours and go on the hunt. The transformation drained you greatly and you need nutrients to replenish yourself.
You will not die of old age so long as you keep consuming prey and feeding yourself. You are smarter and more knowledgeable than anything in this forest and completely hidden from the Maker and Adversary alike. You are one with the jungle, this is your home now. This is your fate.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingKingoftheJungle = "yes">>"You know those congeal eventually right?" You say, sitting next to the devil girl, making sure to spread your wings just enough so that the one on her side covers her back. It's a known code for claiming a partner in these parts. Fallen angels don't play nice.
"Oh." She starts as if she wasn't expecting to be talked to. She glances over her shoulder and sees your wing behind her. She seems to find it comforting. "I uh," She pauses and then gulps the whole thing down, a forked tongue licking the bottom of the glass when it empties. "Better?" She asks in a challenging tone.
"It's a good start." You say with a cocky grin. You snap your fingers and Misty brings her another. "You're dressed far too nice to be alone." You start with the schmoozing.
The girl laughs. "It's all I had. I didn't exactly have a lot of time to pack." She says as you hear shouting and bellowing from the minotaur and the ruffian in the next room.
"You and me both sister." You clink your glass to hers. "Hope you got the good stuff before they busted you." You drop the implication that she stole from her boss, thereby letting it be known that's what brings you here too.
"Oh, oh, no it wasn't like that." She says and sighs. "I uh, screwed up my assignment. I was supposed to corrupt a little neighborhood on a mortal world. I got too confident and didn't realize one was a goddamn Mercy." She says angrily. "She turned my slaves against me and I got chased out. Now my boss wants me to do punishment detail." She shudders. "I figure if I make it out it's worth never being able to go back."
You nod. It isn't unusual at for younger demons to flee the punishments they get for failure. This one has either never had one before or took it once and decided never again.
"I'm Raphael." You introduce yourself.
"Call me Katy." She replies. Fake names all around. You smile at that.
"Such a shame." You say idly. "Here you are all devilish and dolled up and nobody to corrupt."
"I don't think I could make anyone here worse." She says with a meaningful, but playful look in your direction.
"Well not with that attitude." You return with an equal tone, finishing your drink. She stares at you for a moment and then laughs, the tension broken.
[[Pump her for Information (Take Her Upstairs)|SpyDevilGirlSex]]"You will take to the woods!" You exclaim, pounding your first on the table, sending half eaten roast pig and goblets all over. "You will hunt down the imposter and slice her to pieces before she has a chance to insult me with her presence here!"
The orcs hurry to agree and soon they are armed and armored and marching off into the wilderness that surrounds this tower. You decide to test this body's magical skills by cleaning up the mess they made. You find it much easier than you thought and soon the dining hall is sparking again.
Feeling proud of yourself you walk back up the stairs and find the magic mirror again.
"Well, I've just sent the orcs and ogre to kill your precious Mistress." You say, feeling smug about yourself.
"Really?" The mirror says, in a completely neutral tone. "And I suppose you're happy because your goal is to make her furious when she arrives?"
"I...no the orcs will kill her..." You say, feeling like you missed something.
"The orcs. The orcs that she charmed in the first place. The orcs that are terrified of her, the orcs that have no sense of loyalty whatsoever...the orcs that..."
"Okay okay already." You sigh, realizing this maybe wasn't the best idea. "I guess I'll just have to fight her myself when she gets here."
"Yeah, good luck with that." The mirror says, just as bored as before.
You decide to get some sleep. You'll need to be rested for this fight.
[[Get Ready to Fight|vanityfightorcsgone]]The third bedroom has a light blue theme. The sheets of the four poster bed, the wallpaper, the carpet, the drapes, all light blue.
"Pssst." You hiss as you step in. Your man steps out of the bathroom, wearing a rather swanky bathrobe and smoking a cigar. You laugh. "Oh who are you supposed to be?"
"Why I'm Barnes, the Master of this house don't you know?" He says with a laugh in his voice. "And you my dear are a very naughty maid for speaking out of turn to me."
"Oh, oh no Monsieur, I vould neva." You say, adopting a very bad French accent.
"Very well my little minx, I think you need to prove your loyalty." He walks to you and points to the bed. "Hands on the sheets."
You wiggle your backside for him and place your hands down on the bend, bending over slightly to do so. Barnes is right behind you, unlacing his robe. You can see in the mirror that he is wearing nothing underneath. You smile at his muscular physique and rather nice looking cock.
"Monsieur, I vould love if you would brutally ravish moui." You say, tossing your hair.
He chuckles. "Okay toots lose the accent." He shakes his head as he slaps your ass just hard enough to make it shake. He then tugs your thong down and lines up his cock with your pussy, teasing at the entrance.
"Sorry." You say with a sheepish grin. "Guess I'm not cut out to be an actress."
"Oh I dunno," He says as he reaches around you and rubs at your breasts. "Not every girl in pictures has to talk."
You are a bit too charmed to be offended and are soon quite distracted by his nice, girthy cock poking its way into you. "Ooooooh yes..." You say, feeling the stress of your job melt away as the chauffeur starts to plow you.
"Mmmm you like that babe? Cuz this is the best pussy I've had in awhile." Barnes says as he starts to work you faster, squeezing your tits and rocking his pelvis into you, his cock staying rock hard and stretching you out wonderfully. "Damn you're tight. Never had a real man before huh babe?"
"Oh there aren't any real men but you darling." You say, feeding him just the line he'd want to hear, and are rewarded with harder thrusts nearly knocking you out of your heels. You hang onto the bed tightly and soon you're screaming with joy as he makes you cum over and over before he sprays deep in you.
You excuse yourself to clean up. Just as you're coming out you see Barnes rushing back into the room. "Shit, Stevenson's coming home early. I gotta get you back to your car."
"But..." You motion towards your slutty french maid outfit.
"No time to let you change, c'mon." He grabs you and you madly totter behind him in your skyscraper heels until you've back in the car and on the road.
"Normally I'd ask for head for the ride but, well, you'd probably get us killed." He says with a grin. You take it as a compliment but soon are left at your car wearing a very skimpy outfit holding your old clothes in an awkward bundle.
You consider changing nearby but a car full of what look like rich young guys pulling up discourages that idea, to their delighted hoots you get in your car and pull out quickly and head back to town.
[[Back to Town|G2Frenchmaid]]Your mother has always been very regimented, keeping her strict schedules and stiff demeanor which tells you in spirit she never really left the military. At your old home she would keep these habits to herself. Lately though, she's been much more enthusiastic about enforcing them on you.
After every lecture she gives you and your sister a list of chores. Cleaning the bedrooms, cleaning the kitchen, mopping the floors, vacuuming, cleaning the windows, you end up spending hours of every day with your sister scrubbing and cleaning.
So it's not a huge surprise when you go down to see your mom the next morning and she, without waiting to see what you want, starts giving you instructions on how to help with breakfast.
As her demeanor changed so has her appearance. She's cut off most of her hair, leaving it looking almost mannish, and you can't remember the last time you saw her in a skirt or heels. She mostly just wears jeans, which you swear lately are your dads more often than hers, and comfortable shirts.
You don't have any problem helping out, but she insists that you take off your robe and put on an apron, leaving you in just the boxers and t-shirt you had on under your robe with the apron tied around it. She also ties your hair back in a ponytail to keep it out of the food.
"Okay." She says, as you finally have everything sorted. "Looks you have this under control, bring it out to us when you're ready!"
Wait, what? You realize that mom has somehow shifted breakfast duties to you. She goes out to sit at the breakfast table and read the newspaper. Your father comes out at some point and you see them greet each other. They don't kiss or hug like you're used to seeing them do.
You bring out two plates, each with pancakes, bacon, sausage, and refill their coffee. They don't say anything as you do, each reading their paper and making small talk about current events. Feeling a little ignored you go back to the kitchen and pout as you nibble some bacon.
[[Your Sister Comes Down|GemM3]]You relax and let the being see your past. You feel a sense of approval and strength from it as the aether around you coalesces into a new body, a male one. Your first thought is that this must have been your past.
But then there is doubt. Was this being perhaps a little too eager to tell you that you were a man? You certainly detect contempt for femininity in its thoughts. And as it shows you who you were, you recognize many memories that you know are not your own. This thing is not so much telling you what you were but what it wants you to be. This process was not meant to empower you, but brainwash you. Somehow you were able to resist.
Your senses suddenly hit you like awaking suddenly from a bad dream, being able to feel, see and hear again is like an electric shock.
You lift a hand in front of your face and see that your skin is a soft white, like a cloud on a sunny day. It is the same color all over, a uniform, inoffensive, unnatural shade. You feel strength and energy flowing through you as it forms around you. Around you the crystalline light reshapes itself into a staircase that you feel compelled to ascend with powerful strides that your body easily makes. The void around you slowly becomes a cloudy heaven, stretching as far as the eye can see. A blue sky shines above it, although there is no sun that you can see everything is well lit.
As you reach the ascent you notice a set of gates that appear to be made of solid gold. A figure is there, standing behind a podium. He appears like an old, light-skinned man with long, flowing white hair. In front of him on the podium is an open book. He beckons you to him. "Come to me my son."
Behind him, a glowing dome extends as far as you can see. Although the dome is translucent you can tell there is a lot of movement and energy. A great city in the sky. The golden gates appear to be the only way in.
[[Approach the Old Man|Approach the Old Man]]One week later a lone figure arrives back at the great city where General Jared has set up his base of operations. Your robes are dirty and ripped from the fights you've been in, your cart and horses dead when you emerged from the Tomb, killed by goblins no doubt. You limp along, starving, thirsty, and exhausted. Nobody realizes who you are until you produce the crown.
General Jared accepts it solemnly from you, bowing low in recognition of the sacrifices you and your friends made. He orders the local innkeeper to take you to his most lavish room so you can refresh yourself.
As you relax in a hot bath, eating a decent vegetable medley, sipping on a local wine, you suddenly find yourself elsewhere halfway to taking a bite.
You close your lips around nothing, no fork in your hand either. You glance around and see you are in a familiar office, and that Gloria is sitting behind her desk across from you.
"Jelyni, I..." She begins but is interrupted by a voice from behind you. You turn and see Della there.
"...don't cry over spilt milk sweetie." Della says condescendingly to Gloria. Della bends down next to you and looks in your face in a rather superior manner. "You failed. You were supposed to //inspire// the men, not do their jobs for them. How do you think those human soldiers will feel now, knowing it took an elf girl to find the Crown?"
Gloria clears her throat. "They win the war." She says softly. "We got the result we wanted."
"Take it up with the Maker." Della says in a sorry-not-really voice. "You get to work off your failure in my best strip club. Oh you'll look so lovely with ... " she looks over you. "Mmm yes, I think I can pump you up to a G cup."
You look at Gloria again, she seems very upset, staring angrily at the orders on her desk. "I'm sorry." She says softly as Della takes you down the stairs again.
[[Wait? What?!?!|ValkDollFake]]It happens in a confessional booth. You are sitting there, idly teasing the Bishop of Marks with your impure thoughts when he tells you it has gone too far and your divine punishment must be meted. You smirk as you think of what his old, small cock won't be able to do to your ass. He rings a small bell and the door to your confessional opens.
Your eyes widen a bit as you realize it is not the Bishop. His bell has summoned one of the tower guards, a hulking man whose visage and hulking frame looks like it might include some sort of beast race in his ancestry. You involuntarily make the sign of the Maker over yourself and a part of you actually considers begging for this not to happen. Your virginal little ass is almost certainly not prepared for what is to come.
You hear the Bishop adjusting himself and preaching about the consequences of perversion as the brutish guard undoes his belt and reveals his mammoth cock. You whimper as you see the size of it. You raise a hand to protest.
The man slaps you across the face, hard. "No talking." He says.
"Blessed are the silent." The Bishop of Marks agrees from the other side of the confessional. You see his eyes peering eagerly through the lattice screen.
[[Struggle sexily|ABBS2]]You engage in your duties and keep a close eye on the princess. You don't see the woman that Julia described at all. The princess is astute, fair, and seems to be a bit of an outspoken critic of the strict and regimented teachings of the One True Church.
You can see why she's a threat to the church, but as you listen to her speak in Court and to her friends, you can't help but get the feeling that she's completely right. The One True Church most certainly //is// ignoring the law, acting above the decress of the King and bullying the populace at large. Is Julia aware of this? Ceratinly she is shrewd and certainly could have been lying to you, but why would she politic with you in private? Hmmmm. Of course, even if she was lying to you, as a demon maybe you have a hard time disapproving of this.
Then again, doing the exact opposite of what your Holy Mistress ordered might be more fun.
[[Report What You've Found to Julia|PrincessObeyJulia]]
[[Betray Julia to the Princess|PrincessObeySelf]]To call the silence as you eat awkward would be calling the impact of a tidal wave slightly damp. Anne looks as though she would rather be jumping into a volcano than in the same room with you, Erik is doing his best to not leer at you like a starving dog, and Tiffany seems like she might throw a tantrum about how awkward things are at any moment.
Finally you decide to break the silence and stand. "Erik my dear will you take me on a walk through your gardens?" You ask sweetly. "We must discuss the surprise I am preparing for my dear sister." You lay your eyes on her. "You'll love it, I promise." You say with an evil, crooked, grin.
Erik practically leaps to join you. He mumbles something apologetic to Anne as he stumbles to your side. He's older now but still very good looking. But he also has the distracted nature of someone haunted by something. Gee, what could that be? You smile with satisfaction as you slip your arm through his and the two of you walk out. You can hear Anne and Tiffany shouting at each other as you leave.
[[Seduce Him on the Way|MalErikSex]]
[[Head for the Gardens and Start your Revenge|MalErikScare]]Your first stop is the Forge.
The Forge is one of the largest complexes in Paradise. The chant is there's a lesser God chained in here. One that the Maker made kowtow and now powers the weapons production of Paradise. Suckers on the street think it's just hard work and good old fashioned sweat and tears, but you know better.
Maintenance is all the door says. A clever disguise to throw off the dull, and the stench inside discourages the rest. If anyone makes it past that, a laser grid activates and sends them back to the Pearly Gates for a new body. Unless of course they have the right caliber mirror hidden in their watch.
Beyond that is what you're really here for, the Velvet Gloves Quartermaster.
"Quartermaster," you nod to the four foot tall, eight armed man as he hovers above you, working on several gizmos at once. "I'm off to see Uncle Reginald." You talk in code, just in case the division has been infiltrated.
"Reginald?" The raspy voice of the man ... rasps. "Reginald? You'll need these." He hands you a string of prayer beads. "And this." A slick black handgun, with several spare magazines, each marked a different color. "And you'll need to step into Wardrobe for your new form."
[[Make it Sharp|SpaiS6]]The food is wonderful, and after smelling it cook all day you're ready to dig in. For a few moments you eat in silence. It's not an uncomfortable silence. Not at all. You look around and smile at your family. Your twin brother, acting confident and in charge when you know a flutter of your eyelashes can make him forget what he was doing. Your mother, smiling, thrilled that the family is finally having dinner together, completely the housekeeper, although she is glamorous and beautiful in ways she never was before. And of course your daddy, muscular and intelligent like the archetype of the ideal American of the atomic age.
"What are you thinking about?" Your father asks, catching you gazing at him.
"Oh." You say, twirling your fork. "I was just thinking about all that's changed and all that hasn't."
"Go on." He says with a smile, sipping his wine.
"Well, a few months ago we were a happy family, and today we still are. Just uh, a little different." You smile sheepishly.
"You're right." Your dad says. "I used to have a son, a daughter, and a wonderful wife. And I still do." He puts his hand over your mom's and squeezes. "Just a little different." He agrees.
Impishly, you decide to reach out with your shoe and run your toes up the inside of your father's leg. He twitches at first, but smile at you, keeping his hand over your mom's. "Do you like how things have changed?" You ask him.
"I'm warming to it." He says meaningfully. "And I think more importantly, we aren't going to have any problems fitting in here."
"Well I know me and Alan and you won't." Your mom says. "Your daughter though, is still a little reserved. Sexually speaking."
Your foot slides between your father's legs, your toes playing at his cock. "I uh, have to admit I'm surprised to hear that." Your dad says, clearing his throat as he takes a sip of water. "Maybe we'll have to do something about that after dinner."
"I get the first blowjob." Alan says far too quickly.
"Alan." Your mother says. "Please." She gazes at him disapprovingly. "A little more class."
"Sorry mom." Alan says sheepishly. You can tell he feels bad.
You beckon him towards you, he leans in, you reach out and grab his tie and pull him in, kissing him full on the lips. He gets into it right away, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close as he returns the kiss. You are getting quite aroused and your toes play against your dad's cock in reflection of that.
"They get along so well." Your mom says happily.
"I can guess why..." Your dad says, you wonder how close he is to cumming.
"Jasmine." Your mother says. "Let's clear off these plates."
You let Alan go, smile at him, wink at your dad, and help your mom clear off the dishes. You don't wash them though, not tonight. Instead, you each open a new bottle of wine and the men follow you into the living room.
It doesn't take long before you and your mom have slipped out of your shoes are buzzing and giggly. Your dad leans up against one side of the couch, your mom leaning up against him with our legs stretched out towards you. You are sitting in Alan's lap on the other side of the couch, your stockinged legs playing against your mother's as you make out with your brother.
[[Family Fun|GemM110]]You stride into the room without knocking, like you always do, and smile as you see Alan fumbling with a tie. He's wearing a nice white dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants with dress shoes. He looks quite handsome, if a bit befuddled.
"Here." You say, walking up to him and taking the tie into your hands. You squint at it, "Were you trying to tie this in a bow?" You laugh as you untangle it.
"I uh..." He can't think of a witty comeback as he drinks in your body in the tight dress. "Ummm..."
You smile up at him as you fix his tie up perfectly. He's so cute when he's being a big dumb guy. "Dinner's ready." You say softly, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. You pull away before he can put his hands on you. "Dinner's ready." You say again firmly.
He pulls on his jacket and follows you, walking a few steps behind you. You know why. These shoes really do magical things to the way you walk. You are grinning like the cat that's got the canary trailing her cluelessly as you get down to the dinner table.
Your dad is arriving at the same time. He's wearing a suit like your brothers, it fits him pretty tight, his new muscles stretching it out. Your mother looks dazzling in a sequined blue dress.
After spending a few minutes complimenting each other's appearances you sit down to eat.
[[Dinnertime|GemM19]]You awaken later, feeling fully rested, memories of that tail thrashing against your legs as she rode your cock so wonderfully still swimming happily in your mind. You stretch out and touch nothing but empty bed. Hmm. Katy's gone. You get up and see your clothes strewn all over. Your eyes narrow. That wasn't how they were the night before. Quickly you bolt out of bed and check your suit pockets. Sure enough the power cell is gone. You curse. Of all the newbie mistakes. You pause to consider your options.
On the one hand, you need to find that cell, not only to keep your cover as a ruthless thief who betrayed his Seraph brethren, but also to keep anyone from accidentally detonating it.
One the other hand you could always play it off as figuring that was her payment for the night of fun and not realizing how much those things were worth. That is if she isn't already a dozen parsecs away. If that's the case, it won't matter. And you really do need to get to the bottom of Seven's involvement with the Adversary.
You think about it for a few more moments. No, Katy won't be running off to another world. She's in the perfect spot to trade it for something really worthwhile. And whoever is in a position to move a hot power cell straight from the Maker's Forge, is probably very involved in whatever Seven is up to.
You make sure your weapons are all in order as you head out to the Casino floor to track down Katy.
[[Track Down Katy|SpyKatyTrack]]"Of course I am." You respond with a broad grin, your cock growing hard at the sight of her. She is a lovely natural vision, tan in skin with long, flowing black hair and a dark brown coat over her lower body. She smells divine, and you can tell by her scent she is as aroused as you. You canter to her side and take her hands in yours.
She glances down, grinning shyly. She wears a human corset and a tight vest that do nothing to hide her beautiful shape. "My dear I believe it is time to be responsible." You say in your deep voice.
"Oh, yes, yes of course." She says, hiding her disappointment expertly. "We should probably separate and..." she glances away.
You pull her hand with your strength and her hooves trot a step forward as you put a finger on her lips and smile. "I mean the responsible thing for our species." You stroke her hair as she regards you with a growing smile. "Every year we resist our urges, we call it barbaric. And yet we deprive the world of the young foals we could raise together. Strong young centaurs who could help overcome our violent image. Have we not been selfish this whole time?"
"Why yes, quite so." She says, nodding eagerly in agreement. "I think the reasonable thing to do would be ensure I am as pregnant as possible."
"That's the sensible thing yes..." You say, running your hand behind her head and pulling in her in for a passionate kiss.
Years of repressed love flow into the embrace. Before another word can be said your hands and hers are flying over the garments you wear and tossing them aside. You explore each other's bodies and you make her gasp as you knead and fondle her breasts. She stamps her hind legs with need until she breaks the kiss. With an inspired look in her face she grins and turns and gallops off.
[[Follow Her|BoyTaurYes2]]You clean up her dishes, not even really that annoyed at this next to the mountain your mom left you, then take off your apron and hang it next to mom's. You can't find your robe, and you'd feel weird going to see her in the apron, and you don't really want to go get dressed, so you head to see her just in your boxers and t-shirt.
The t-shirt was a tight fitting one to begin with, and with your additional mass on your chest it rises a little higher than you are used to, exposing just a little sliver of your midsection. Your boxers have a male bulge in front, but not much of one, and stretch uncomfortably across your ass.
You walk to the far wing of the house and up the stairs to your mom and dad's room. You can hear your mom humming from down the hall and call out to her.
"Oh come here sweetie." She says. You walk into her bedroom and push the door open cautiously. "Come in, come in." She beckons. She's sitting in front of her vanity, wearing a short black nightgown. Her makeup looks different from this morning, heavier, more of an evening look. "Come sit here." She pats a chair next to the one she's sitting in. You cross over to it and sit down. "Thanks again for doing the dishes sweetie."
"What are you doing mom?" You ask, curious about her change of look.
"Oh I thought I'd give April a bit of a show for our lessons today." She smiles. "Me and her have been getting..."
"Yes, very close lately, she told me." You cut her off before she can say she's having sex with your sister.
"Good." She smiles. "I can't tell you how happy I was when she came to me and showed me her cock. It was so pretty I just had to...the water here really is doing something awesome to me. I mean, you know how that goes." She winks at you.
"Mom that's what I wanted to talk about." As you say these words she puts down the eyeliner she's applying and turns to face you.
"Oh sweetie I'm so happy you're ready to talk about it. A few more days and I would have insisted but I wanted to let you come to me. You're going to be so pretty." She beams at you.
"Is there...I mean, am I stuck...?"
"Stuck what?" She says. Her eyes narrow and bit of your mom's old hard edge starts to come out. "Stuck being female?"
"Well I mean..."
"Oh Tommy I thought we raised you better than that." She sighs. "What did me and your father always tell you, it doesn't matter what you look like..."
"...it's who you are inside." The two of you speak toether as you finish it with her.
"Exactly. So what's so terrible about being female?"
"Uh, well, let's see ovulation, pregnancy, sexism, harassment..." You tick them off your fingers.
"Well if you're responsible you won't have to worry about being pregnant. Unless you have something to tell me..." She looks at you worried.
"No!" You gasp, horrified at the concept. "I don't even have that ability yet. I don't think..." You feel at your crotch awkwardly. It's smaller, but still there. "Nope."
"Phew. Now, let me tell you something else. This process? It makes periods a breeze. I'm not even kidding. I hardly even felt it. You may not even realize you're having one until we need to get a new chair." She says happily. "You'll be fine. Now, sexism, yes you'll have to deal with that probably but quite frankly this town doesn't seem to stop anyone from going where they want based on gender. So this little paradise at least that won't be a problem. Now...as for the harassment."
She takes a deep breath and put a hand on your thigh. "Sweetie when we told you that this town was big on traditional gender roles that uh, well..." She glances down. "Sexual harassment laws basically don't exist here. You'll get catcalled like crazy if you grow into your grandmother's figure like I think you will. But it's a cross to bear darling. And it works both ways, if you want to aggressively pursue someone, so can you. It's just...a little different here is all." She is obviously trying to sugercoat it. "And besides." She grins. "Think of all your fabulous fashion options you have now!"
"Mom...." You start, but then blink as you realize something. "Does dad know you're fucking your daughter?"
"But you and me haven't fucked." Your mom says staring at you, confused. Then a lightbulb goes off and your mother grins. "Oh you mean April, of course. I told him all about it. He said he understood. He said he can barely keep his cock in his pants at work, apparently all of his female coworkers are dazzling." She seems a little annoyed at that word, and you get the impression she's quoting him. "So we decided you know, why not get closer as a family. I saw how he liked you this morning." She arches her eyebrows meaningfully.
"Oh no that would be too weird!" You protest.
"No weirder than kissing your sister." She says back to you with a 'yes I know' look in her eyes. You gulp nervously and glance down. "It's normal sweetie. The hormones flooding our bodies right now, it's amazing we aren't constantly fucking. And besides I'm proud to say so far three out of four of us are very good at it. I bet you will be too." She says, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "And you and your father mmmm." She sighs happily. "Don't you love how he's growing? I mean that brain with a beefcake body. My god girl, I swear I hit the jackpot." Her hands start to slide between her legs.
"Mom don't ..."
"Don't what? Don't play with myself? Why, did you want to help me?"
Your jaw nearly drops, and it gets worse as you realize the answer.
[["Yes, yes I do..."|GemM14]]You close your mouth and let loose a frustrated grunt of annoyance, but seeing not much of a choice you put on the heavy duty dishwashing gloves your mom uses and start cleaning up. Wow, you never realized how much work goes into breakfast.
You find yourself bent over the sink, scrubbing at a pan with some steel wool when bare feet pad up behind you. It's your sister you realize. She apparently, doesn't realize who you are.
"Damn, I thought I told you I wanted you in those dresses..." She says, her voice deeper than you remember as her hand firmly smacks against your ass.
"April!" You gasp, turning around, elbow deep in dish water you bend your body so as not to splash but enough so that she can see who you are.
"Oh, shit, sorry Tommy." She laughs. "Damn I was wondering why mom was wearing boxers, and worried she was gaining weight or something...for a second I thought maybe she was going to get chubby, man that would suck. Can you believe how //hot// she is these days? I mean, not that you're bad looking or anything, damn..." She puts her hands on your back and runs them to yours sides moving them down the side of your ribcage and down to your hips where they rest and squeeze.
"Dammit April I'm trying to..." You wiggle your hips to try to shake her off, still basically stuck in the sink not wanting to splash dirty water all over by moving your arms. "Wait..wait." Your eyes narrow. "If you thought I was mom...why would you be slapping moms ass and telling her you want her in dresses? You talk to mom that way?!??" Another tick passes. "And did just call me chubby?!?"
"Hell yes." April says, rocking her hips into yours, mockingly dry humping you from behind. "I told you me and her have been uh, very close lately. I can't wait til you loosen up like she has..." She leans in and kisses at your bare neck. "I mean sure you've got a little bit more of a uh, softness than she does but c'mon mom's like a supermodel now."
"Okay goddamnit April stop it." You fume. "This is hard enough with you insultingly hitting on me."
"Awww what's the matter?" She asks, her hands sliding around your stomach and hugging you from behind. "Second puberty got you all emo?"
"Maybe." You hiss through clenched teeth.
"Well you don't have to worry dollface, I'm here for you." April says. "And I can promise you that no matter what happens I'll...oh hell yes mom made french toast!"
She lets go of you in a heartbeat and goes to gather some up. You feel a little insulted but also relieved. How'd you go from irresistable to forgettable so quickly? You finish scrubbing the dishes and loading them in the dishwasher as April wolfs down some french toast and bacon.
"You really like her french toast, huh?" You say with a cocky grin.
"Of course, it's amazing. She makes it so good."
"I made that." You say with a happy grin, arms crossed, feeling a bit accomplished.
"No shit?" She glances at her empty plate, then back at you. "Damn, you got talent!" She says, smiling at you in a way that sends a thrilling joyful quiver down your spine. "Maybe you're cut out for this woman thing after all."
"What?" You stammer. "Did you think I wouldn't be?" It doesn't matter what the subject matter is, you and your sister can't back down from each other's challenges.
"Well, you know, you were kinda pouty yesterday, I figured you'd be like, one of those angry chicks who spends all her life scowling and wondering why everyone hates her or something." You can tell she's teasing, but it gets under your skin anyway. "But I guess if you think you can handle it."
"I can handle it." You say quickly.
"Good!" April says, then hops up and heads out of the kitchen. "Do my dishes and then come to my room."
"I'm gonna talk to mom first!" You call after her.
"Whatever." She calls back.
[[Sigh and Clean Up|GemM13]]You need to see this device that keeps out anything cosmic. What could possibly just shut out the power of beings that run the rest of the cosmos? So you volunteer to join the engineering corps.
You switch on your radio to channel 2. "Hello? Uh hi, this is Kayla, I'm new here, I'd like to help out with engineering?" You feel a bit silly but apparently it works.
A gruff voices come on. "Kayla, this is Malone, follow the red paint to central engineering and I'll explain from there."
You exit your subway car and see that there are various lines of different colors leading away from the platform. One is indeed red, you follow it to the center of the base, deep in the ground. There are armed guards standing outside who let you pass through after you explain that you're new and here to help.
Once inside you see there are only three people working here, all wearing casual looking clothes with lots of pockets. Two seem to be constantly repairing various fuses and pieces as they burn out, the other is monitoring readouts from all sorts of devices. Everything looks jury rigged.
"Malone?" You call out, and the man watching the readouts glances up. He is dark-skinned with white hair from old age wearing a pair of thick glasses. He is extremely thin and his skin hangs almost loose around him, as if he used to be overweight.
"Who's that?" He asks, eyes narrowing as he takes you in. <<if $tbonus eq "wife">>He clearly appreciates your thick curves, <<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "heartbreaker">>He stares blatantly at your chest, not even pretending to make eye contact with you, <<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "buffy">>He gives your athletic figure a quick up and down glance, <<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "fighter">>and doesn't seem to be too interested in your outfit.<<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "thief">>and seems to approve of your tight yet practical clothing. <<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "vamp">>and regards your sexy outfit with the mix of disapproval and appreciation you are used to getting from older men. <<endif>>
"Kayla." You announce yourself. "I'm the newbie joining the engineering group?"
Malone has turned back to his readouts. "Well." He snaps, "Unless you brought uranium with you I doubt you can help all that much, but if you want me to train you in maintenance I'd be glad to have another pair of hands on board here."
[[Sure, sounds good|Falloutmalonetrain]]
[[Hmmm. I think I'd rather be something else.|BioJobs]]The man grabs your hands and places them low on the lattice screen, forcing you to make eye contact with the Bishop of Marks as you bend over. He runs his fingers down your back and slaps your ass, making a satisfied sound as he watches it bounce. He unstraps your codpiece and rolls down your tight pants, revealing your perfect ass.
He puts your codpiece in your mouth. You try to resist but he forces it in. "Bite down." He orders. You realize why this is being down and suddenly see the wisdom in it and do as he says.
His hands are calloused and rough on your soft, virginal backside. He kneads it for a moment, making your long cock get hard with the stimulation. Then without warning he spits on your asshole and shoves his cock in.
You nearly straighten up with how sudden it is, but his hand on your lower back is more than enough strength to keep you bent over. You see the Bishop is blatantly playing with himself as he watches your tight little ass get stuffed with brute cock.
You are thankful that your demonic essence allows you some measure of flexibilty. You can only imagine how painful this would be for mortals. You on the other hand, oh you enjoy this. It feels wonderful to have your tiny little asshole invaded and spread by such a powerful cock. His hands on your ass and lower back hold you tightly against him as he starts to fuck you. He's not all the way in, nowhere close, but you push back and fuck him in the same rhythm, encouraging him to get as much as he can inside with your begging little ass.
He makes a sound of surprise himself at your reaction, but he gets over that very quickly and is soon going to town on you, shoving deep in. "Ohhhh fuck yes you're good." He moans. It hurts, but you love the pain, your own cock is rock hard and soon you are cumming all over the confessional floor as the man behind you cums deep in your ass. The Bishop of Marks looks stunned, and clearly has joined the two of you in cumming several times himself as he beats himself furiously.
[[Mmmmmm Oops|ABBS3]]You and your mom spend most of the day in the kitchen working on making a wonderful dinner for the family. Alan comes by from time to time to fondle one or both of you and give his opinion of what you've made so far, but largely spends the day in his room or on the basketball court.
It's fairly exhausting work you find, but at the end you are quite proud of all you've created. Your mom shows you how to set everything up to stay warm until dad is ready to eat and then the two of you go to to shower and get ready.
You aren't terribly surprised to find her coming into your bathroom as you're getting out of the shower. She once more tells you how beautiful you are as you stand in front of your sink and mirror and fix your hair and makeup. Your bathroom has accumulated dozens of new gizmos and products that you need to keep yourself beautiful, and the two of you make use of them to prepare. She has a dress box and two smaller boxes with her and you finally ask her what it is.
"Something every girl needs." She smiles at you and pulls out a little black dress. Emphasis on little. It has thin straps, a very low, square cut neckline and will fit you like it's painted on. You smile at it. "I bet Alan and Daddy like me in this." You grin.
"Oh I suspect they will." Your mom says, giving you a careful kiss she goes back to her room as you get ready.
You open the second box. You see that black lace lingerie, a pair of semi-opaque black tights, that will make you look very sexy are inside. The other box is a shoe box, inside you find a pair of four inch black open toed stilettos. You can't help but feel excited to dress up.
About a half hour later you make it downstairs and help your mom finish setting the table. You go to get Alan while your mom is fetching your dad.
[[Get your Brother|GemM18]]The week goes by both too slow and too fast. You start wearing girlier clothes and you're happy with the way they fit your body, and even happier with how you look in them. April's prediction proves true though, you outgrow the bras within days, leaving you aware of nothing but the fact that you're bigger than a B cup. Your mom promises to get you some new ones this weekend.
Mom's figure seems to have reached it's finale, and her new fun-loving personality makes home an interesting place to be. More and more of her housewfie duties are being delegated to you as time goes on, and when you complain that April never has to do any chores she just tells you April will be doing plenty once the snow melts and there's yardwork to be done. The two of you make breakfast together most mornings and she helps you with your hair and makeup as you get the hang of it. You see your dad more often now that you're up early, and his eyes never leave you when you're in the room together, you never feel more complimented than when he tells you how pretty you are, and every goodbye inclues a quick kiss on the lips and an ass squeeze. You can't wait to spend more time with him. Mom is almost getting jealous about the way he looks at you, quick to hurry into his arms when he's done with you to remind him who his wife is.
April's change moves along just as quick as yours, and soon the female pronoun vanishes from his description. His breasts are gone and in their place a very impressive set of pecs, attached to a six pack and some really nice arms. He announces his new name is Alan. He says it will be easier to remember than picking something totally different.
In order to prepare him for life in Rosestead, your mom insists he goes shirtless as often as possible. You don't mind, he is crazy cute after all, and it will make it normal for him as apparently the high school gives guys a million excuses to show off.
You on the other hand, feel like your preperation is requiring a lot more work than just going shirtless. You have to learn to walk in heels, how to fix your bra when someone pulls the straps or jiggles your boobs out of the cups, how to not drop what you're carrying when someone pinches your ass...the list goes on and on and on. April seems to enjoy "helping" you with this, especially when he gets to play the part of ass pincher and try to make you drop the books you're holding.
By the end of the week you're fully comfortable in your new female role, still competing with your sibling over everything, and still making out every chance you get, although you've resisted touching his cock again. It's not that you don't want to do more, it's that you like teasing him. He's doing all sorts of favors for you as you hint at what the payout will be. Plus you're a little scared you may like it too much and then power would shift to him.
Without much fanfare at all, one morning your cock is gone and a small opening is all that remains. Over the rest of the day your pussy develops. It's intersting shifting to having idle thoughts about being filled instead of having idle thoughts about shoving your cock into things, and having April around, and the volume at which she fucks your mom during the day really doesn't make it any easier for you, but you hold out just the same. Wiggling against your dad every morning is equally distracting. You know his cock is really thick and would feel wondreful in you. You have deduced this from how good your own fingers feel. You can't help but want something a little thicker, and you find yourself chewing on your lips or licking your pencil distracted while you are supposed to be paying attention in class.
That Friday afternoon you are wearing a long sleeved dark grey sweater dress that hangs down to just above your knees and hugs your frame rather tightly and a pair of wedge heels. Alan is wearing his usual button up shirt completely unbuttoned and jeans. Your mom is wearing a plaid skirt and white blouse, looking very schoolgirl.
Your mother tells you both that your father has the weekend off for the first time in forever and is looking forward to some family activities. He'll be home for dinner for once to start off with. You tingle in many different places as you think about what that might mean.
[[A Family Dinner|GemM17]]Your eyes are locked with his. You have to look up just a little, reminding you of his size advantage. You feel a bit helpless, a bit vulnerable, it sends an excited tingle through your vivacious curves.
Your right hand trails slowly down his muscular chest and finds his rock hard cock. He grins encouragingly as you wrap your hand around it and squeeze gently. That's all the encouragement he needs. His hands are on you quickly and he is tugging at your clothes. <<if $succlothes eq "minidress">>Your tiny dress is ripped to shreds as he can't wait long enough to take it off properly.<<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "habit">>He reaches down quickly and rips your habit at the hem, tearing it up the side of your body and ripping the garment off of you roughly. You couldn't have done that yourself, his muscles obviously aren't just for show!<<endif>>
You giggle with a mix of nervousness and excitement as your find yourself now stark naked before him. He takes in your breasts and hips in their full naked glory and licks his lips. His big hands find your tits and squeeze playfully and possessively. "Maker, you're fantastic." He moans as he bounces them just a little, grinning like a fool at the sight.
You rub his cock again and that's about all he can take. He takes his own clothes off, much more carefully, but soon he is naked in front of you and you get to see his farmboy gift up close. It's wonderful. As you gaze on it you can almost sense the sperm pulsing in his balls and when you inhale sharply at the thought you can smell it. You need it. Now!!
Without another word you jump on him, magically making yourself lighter as you land in his arms, legs spread, spearing yourself on his magnificent cock. He catches you easily, grabbing your ass but not before you've fully sunk his cock into your dripping wet pussy.
"Yesssssss" You moan as you feel him stuff you. "Yesssss!" You scream with joy. This is what you needed. A big thick cock spreading your wet little fuckhole and scrambling your guts. "Fuck me!" You hiss at him, opening your eyes and staring at him with manic passion.
He was taken off by your throwing yourself on him, but after he recovers his grin comes back and he doesn't need to be told twice. You find out what those cute little farmgirls find out when a boy like this catches them alone in a barn. Your lighter body all but floats up and down on his cock as he starts thrusting. He walks you to the nearby wall and places your back to it and a hide to your side, using it as leverage to really plow into you.
Your legs are spread now, ankles dangling near his back as you magically keep yourself from falling at all, staying against the wall as a humping post for him. Every thrust makes you beg for more like a desperate slut, and he is happy to oblige. When he finally cums he's taken you to orgasmic heights several times and the blast that fills your bowels is pure bliss. You almost pass out from how good it is. In fact, everything goes dark for a moment.
When you come to you see Julia standing before you with a smirk on her face. "Poor Matthias thought he'd killed you." She says. He went running for me and told me that you'd fallen. And ripped your clothes." She shakes her head and offers you a hand up.
[[What's next?|SLDX1AfterSexyGirl]]
<<set $succlothes = "ripped">><<set $sucpreg = "farmboy">><<set $sldx1 = "bombshelljump">>"Goooood." Your mother purrs like a satisfied cat. "Strip."
Nervously you pull your shirt over your head, standing up you then wiggle out of your boxers. This produces a little sigh of approval from your mom as she takes in your body. She stands up herself and holds her arms up.
You realize what she is inviting you to do and, hands trembling slightly you take ahold of the hem of her nightgown and start lifting it off over her head. Her body is amazing. She always took incredible care of herself, but this body is out of a porno. It's flawless to the point that you'd think it was airbrushed if you saw a photo. You can see what April meant. You might be a cutie, but your mom is flawless. Your drooling reaction makes your mom smile and run a hand through your hair to your ponytail. "Let your hair down." She whispers.
You reach back to your ponytail and pull it free. "Nice." She says, running her fingers through your hair, combing it out as she moves in closer to you. "mmmmm, still got something there huh." She runs her fingers over your little cock which practically spasms in reaction. "But there's no point in this...may as well learn for the future."
"Wha..what do you mean?" You stammer.
"Get on your knees." Your mom says sweetly, with just a hint of an edge.
Unable to resist you start to obey, your eyes trailing down her amazing breasts, tight little midsection, and lovely hips until you're eye to eye with her pussy. She's got her hair trimmed into a little landing strip. It smells fantastic. Wonderful, really.
"Enjoying that scent?" Your mom grins. "I had a feeling you would."
You can only whimper in response. You're licking your lips without realizing it. You've never wanted anything more in your life than to lick her to orgasm right now.
And that's what she wants to. This much becomes obvious when she grabs your hair and pulls your head in, resting her crotch against your mouth. She is giving you instructions. You are trying to follow them. It's a bit of a blur, all you can focus on is how happy you are in the moment, how thrilling it is to eat out this wonderful pussy. And after you've picked up on where your tongue should be she stops giving you commands and just holds your head there, gasping faster and louder until you are rewarded with a powerful squirt of her pussy juices. You lap them all up willingly, happily, as if mesmerized, until she pulls out off.
"Oh that was wonderful. Oh my goodness." She gasps. You realize then that at some point you came too, even though you weren't touching your cock, and you also realize you were playing with your nipples the entire time. You lick your lips, savoring the taste.
As you sit there on your knees, dealing with the reality of the fact that you just ate out your own mother, and that you loved it, you feel yourself being pulled to your feet gently. Your mom sits you in front of her vanity and, taking advantage of the somewhat dazed state you're in starts to fix your face up. She asks permission, but you're too out of it to really process anything and so just vaguely nod and watch as if in a trance as a dark red lipstick, black eyeliner, and dark blue eyeshadow turn your girl-next-door look into something more like teenage sex kitten. "Oh this is going to be so fun having a daughter, especially one who licks pussy like you." Your mother says, hugging you tight. "Have you thought of a new name?"
You blush a bit as you admit. "April said she wanted to pick it. Oh, speaking of which I was supposed to go see her." You stand and reach for your clothes.
"Well, you're already letting men make decisions for you. Good, that's a good girl, way to fit in." Your mom says, not in the least sarcastically. "Tell April to come see me when you're done." Your mother says. The tone of her voice tells you exactly what she had in mind and you are equal parts turned on by the image and disturbed.
She grabs your hand pulls it away from your clothes, which she picks up and tosses in a hamper. She then pulls you after her into her closet and regards her large selection of sleepwear. She picks up a Carolina blue nighty, spaghetti strapped with a lace trim that goes just below your butt. "Wear this." You grin a bit nervously but pull it on and, enjoying the silky smooth feel of it go to see April.
[[Go see April|GemM15]]You decide to snoop around the mansions and see what you can dig up. You stop by Bower's and lift his old badge just in case you need to convince someone you've got a reason to be looking around. You put on some sensible shoes and trousers and slip your trenchcoat over your blouse and head out.
It's a beautiful summer day, the breeze from the ocean cools things down in a lovely way and you find yourself thinking about heading down to the beach. If only your mission weren't so important.
You drive around the Hills taking in the scenery. There are at least a dozen mansions up here, each of which takes up a gigantic lot and is set so far back you can't even see it from the road. The names of the families that live there are emblazoned in huge, golden letters on locked gates. Burbank, Stevenson, Mallory, Cohen, the names mean nothing to you.
Frustrated, you pull over at an overlook that you can see the beach from and smoke a cigarette. As you sit there an expensive black towncar car pulls up next to yours and a man gets out. He is wearing a chauffeur's uniform but his mannerisms suggest he is capable of more than driving.
"Good afternoon miss." He says, as he walks up to you. "Are you lost?"
[[Who's asking?|G2MSnWA]]The Blue Lake is a breath taking sight. It is as large as an inland sea, and due to the paths of the mountains this is where the melting snow comes as it tumbles down the side of the Volcano. It is also where the mighty Anwar ends, many tributaries coming together again at this spot. Despite the snow and the muddy river water, the lake is completely pure.
But it is not still. It is teeming with life. Brightly colored fish dart about in many different schools, large repitilian predators laze about on logs and small islands, and huge flocks of colorful birds make their homes near the lovely lake.
"The Spirit lives in the middle. There is an island there, where the trees have white bark and silver leaves. In the middle is the only image that is permitted to exist of her." The shaman whispers to you. You nod to her and make an announcement.
"Loyal worshippers of <<print $dname>>." You proclaim. "I am the god of the Stedt and the Marku. I am the god of the Anwar and this world and all beyond it. I will prove this. The Spirit of the Great Blue Lake will bless me. Await my return."
Confident in your power you stride into the lake. The water supports you thanks to your magic, sizzling as your hot hooves walk across the clean water. The fish below scatter in fright as your powerful form strides through the gentle tides.
Thanks to your constitution it does not take long to reach the center of the lake. You see the island with the trees of white bark and leaves that while green have a decidedly silver sheen to them.
Without fear you step onto the island. It is small, barely twenty feet in radius, and in the middle there is but one other landmark. A statue, a shrine of sorts. You see the figure depticted there is a female goddess who appears to be fluid, as if made of water herself. This must be your spirit.
[[Address the Shrine|BLrespect]]
[[Knock over the Shrine|BLpower]]"My <<if $sex eq "male">>son<<else>>daughter<<endif>>!" The old man calls out as you hesitate. You find that he is standing next to you suddenly. His presence is not threatening, although his power is easy to sense.
"You must join us." He says simply, no desperation in his voice. "A <<if $sex eq "male">>strong, powerful, warrior<<else>>dutiful, righteous, woman<<endif>> such as yourself will be quite useful in our struggle. Think of all the good you could do! Please, won't you join us? You have my word you may leave at any time if you desire."
You pause as you regard the old man. "I need answers first." You say in your deep, firm voice.
The old man looks troubled, although whether it is for himself or you is hard to tell. "I am just the Bookkeeper my <<if $sex eq "male">>son<<else>>daughter<<endif>>." He says, with a tone of regret. "But I will help you if I can."
"This is the great city of Paradise, the city of the Maker where the angels organize our fights in the Great Struggle. Far below us, through the Grey Realms and Mortal Worlds lies the Pit, where the Adversary breeds his devils to fight us. We need strong men and women like you to join our forces and cast them down, to win the great fight!"
[[Question Your Freedom|QFreedom]]"Oh gosh you were serious about that?" You say with an impish smile. The two large, sweaty, built guys move in on you with smiles on their rugged faces. "Gosh if only I'd known..."
"You knew. I told you. Specifically." Dagget says, putting his hands on your thighs as he stands behind you and rubbing them.
"You uh, wanna introduce us here?" The other man says, standing in front of you, taking in your body. "Nevermind, Montana, Captain Montana." He reaches out and slips his hands under your top, rubbing your midsection and sliding it up over your hand.
"Very nice to meet you..." You purr and raise your arms as he cups your breasts in passing and slips your top off.
<<if $gbonus eq "maid">>"Now uh, I believe I told you something else would happen if you came in pigtails..." Dagget says, pulling on one as he speaks.
[[Oh yum|EndingEifelTower]]
<<else>>You feel big, strong hands fumbling at your skirt and laugh as you find the zipper and undo it. Ah, big men, they never know how to find a little zipper. As soon as you've slipped out of it your bra is unhooked and on the floor next to it and Montana is kissing you deeply while Dagget is kneading and slapping your ass and rubbing your thighs.
[[Get it on|BDworkoutfuck]]<<endif>>You feel the need to be on the ground. You pull him down to the ground as you lie on your back, legs spread you drag him on top of you. You feel the dirt against your back as his ridged cock slides into your wet pussy. You squirm slightly as the rocky protrubences from his member pass through the entrance to your hole. Its definitely got a unique feel to it. You adjust to get used to it then pull him into you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist.
"Now work that magic." You purr to him. He starts to thrust into you rhythmically, muttering words of power as he does.
You're about to start giving him pointers when he hits upon a magic word that makes the rocks in his cock start vibrating. Your eyes shoot open with the sudden influx of pleasure that comes from this. //Wow// you mouth to yourself.
As he bumps his tempo up the ground starts to shake around you. Every time his rocky cock buzzes in and out of you the earth rumbles and the rocks that form the hut around you start to shake precariously.
It's a wonderful, bizarre experience, and when he finally cums you swear it's like a pellet gun went off in your guts. Thankfully you're able to take it, you hope the stedt women have rocky thick interiors to match their new outwards forms, otherwise this guy is going to be lonely. Or deadly.
You are amused by that thought as his solid cum is absorbed into your womb. You get up, still feeling residual vibrations in your pussy as you make your way back to your throne.
[[The Winter Passes|CundaBirth]]You decide to join the civil defense. You are informed that the training is done by a man named Dagget who operates out of what used to be another subway platform down the line from your home. It's a close enough walk and when you get there you see nobody, just a written sign that says Dagget is in the field and doesn't know when he'll be back.
The platform looks more like a gym than anything else, you see a locker with several heavy padlocks on it and a box for people to leave their issues in. It looks empty.
Not really having much in the way of other options you sit at one of the weight machines and do Lewis Carroll proud by waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Finally you hear heavy bootsteps coming down the opposite end of the tunnel you arrived from and you stand up to greet the man you can only assume is Dagget.
He is a lantern jawed hunk of man that stands nearly a foot taller than you<<if $elfbonus eq "vamp">> or would if you weren't in heels<<endif>> and is nearly twice as wide. He is light skinned and wearing a light green tank top, fatigue pants, and what looks like a cowboy hat. A rifle is slung over one of his shoulders and you see knives and another gun on his belt. His face is rugged, and handsome in a brutish sort of way.
"Haven't seen you round here." He barks at you. "You new."
You nod. "I'm Kayla."
"What can I help you with little lady?" He asks, opening up the locker and storing the rifle there.
"Actually I'm here to help you." You say with a friendly smile.
He turns and glances you up and down. "Listen Missy, if you want to join the Defense Corps you'll have to do what I say, when I say, how I say or you're out. I'm a mean summabitch but I keep us all safe, if you fuck up I get to punish you until you get it right, if you can't handle all that there's a cushy job for you somewhere. Doing what I say includes anything I tell you to do on your off time, and it doesn't include no backtalk we clear?"
[[Sir, Yes Sir!|BioDefense2]]
<<if $beng eq "yes">>[[Nope, I'll go do Something Else|BioJobs]]<<endif>><<if $beng eq "no">>[[Nope, I'll go do Something Else|BioJobsnoEng]]<<endif>>As the men discuss security risks in the form of weakly patrolled areas the complex, you think about what sort of move you want to make here. Trying to back out is out of the question, they'd never let you get away with it. And there isn't anyone you could go inform on them to, even if you wanted to. These men are the police and the army combined and there is no strong leader to oppose them, which makes them somewhat frightening.
On the other hand, they respect you and admire you. You have a say in what they do. You sense a pause in topics and a chance to make your influence known.
[[You want Power, Push them Towards a Military Coup!|UberCoup]]
[[You want Stability, Push them Towards Peace|UberPeace]]You smile at her. "Why sure Princess." You say. No sooner are the words out of your mouth than she claps her hands together very happily.
"Good. Dance!" She commands.
Your jaw drops at her audacity, but you are finding it more and more enduring. <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>You wave your hands and your dress unlaces itself and you step out. The corset, panties, gloves, stockings and garter and heels are much more appropriate for showing off your form than that big poofy dress.
"Yes!" Tiffany hoots like a drunken sailor as you strip the dress off. You laugh and toss it over her head playfully, to which she quickly throws it to the side to not miss a moment of you.
You raise your arms over your head and swivel your hips while rocking them back and forth. You step closer to her and repeat your movements with a wiggle of your shoulders to set your boobs jiggling. She looks like she might break out panting at any moment.<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>You reach back and undo the clasp that holds the two thin strips of fabric that make up the front of your dress together and they fall down to your waist, baring your breasts. This makes Tiffany clap much louder than before, pressing her hands together as the sexual tension mounts.
You wiggle your hips as you undo the belt of the dress and toss it aside, leaving you in just your lacy panties and high heels. The height of your heels makes it almost impossible to not gyrate in a very sensual manner as you dance for her. It might be a bit demeaning but she looks like you're giving her the greatest gift anyone ever has and that does a lot to assuage your ego.<<endif>>
"Okay now come here. Lie down." She rubs the bed behind her. You crawl onto it and past her, rubbing against her. <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>You start to reach back to unlace your corset but she slaps your hands. "Don't you dare take anything off!" She says with a lusty grin. <<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>She hooks a finger in your lacy panties and pulls them down your legs as you crawl past her, stripping them off of you. When you reach down to undo the straps of your stilettos she smiles and moves your hand away. "Leave them on." She grins.<<endif>>
You lie on your back. She gazes at you, running her hands up and down your body appreciatively. "Gods you're so beautiful. Why would daddy ever let you go?" She muses out loud, squeezes your boobs lovingly and then reverse straddles you so that her crotch is above your head.
You know what she wants so you reach up and pull her loose pants down revealing her pussy. You lie on your back as she experiments with various techniques on you. She's obviously a first timer and the various yelps you make cue her in to what she should and shouldn't be doing. This largely prevents you from getting anywhere with her. After nearly a half hour of messing around with your snatch you decide she's had enough playtime and start eating her out earnestly. This distracts her enough that she stops trying to play with you, and sits up straight, shoving her crotch down on your face. As you go faster she starts practically facefucking you, praising your tongue with rather crude compliments, she takes advantage of her position to reach down and play with your tits quite roughly while you tongue lash her clit. She cums rather loudly, but doesn't make much of a mess on your face. You bring her off a few more times before she finally begs you to stop.
She doesn't realize that she's still shoving her pussy into your face until after several minutes you slap her ass and she apologetically stops humping your mouth. She then curls up next to you and cuddles up, dozing off and fondling you.
Well, that was fun.
When she wakes up she sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you into her lap, kissing and cuddling you happily. You run your hands through her hair and ask how she'd like to have you around for the rest of her life. Her eyes get really big and happy at the idea. You tell her what she had to do.
[[Encourage her to take over|Tifffun]]<h1><center>The Sleep of the Sloth</center></h1>
Nah, this is it for you.
Despite all you did in your life, there was one sin that you never quite managed to overcome. Laziness. They used to call it sloth. Sloths were funny things. You chuckle as you remember them with their muppet faces and claws, your eyes closing as a gibbering lemure starts to chew on your feet. You pay it no mind. Even if it eats you whole, you'll just be reborn here, free to resume your musings.
You think of many things in the centuries to come. You remember pleasant days, lazy afternoons, lying on your back while your partner did all the work, cutting corners, being paid for work you didn't do. All the things you used to enjoy. But you never think of moving.
[[You lie there uselessly for eternity.|dignominy]]
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingSloth = "yes">>Hey, if it ain't broke don't fix it.
You get very, very, used to your new Lord's cock, your new Lady's pussy, and their bodies from toes to forehead. After all you're kissing, sucking, fucking and massaging almost every inch of them at their commands.
You've become the proxy for their contests. When the Lord wins you find yourself dressed in tight corsets and high heels and wearing an outfit of a chambermaid or a concubine or some other fantasy of his, dancing for him and servicing him in ways his Lady never would. When the Lady wins you find yourself in smart suits and uniforms, playing the charming stranger or devoted lover to her every whim. When they tie, you most often end up taking his cock from behind as you eat and finger her until all of you are cumming hard.
You start to wonder how they have such an endless supply of the finest foods, fanciest outfits and amusing toys. Their beautiful eyes sparkle as they explain they are not quite mortal. You are in their private paradise, what is known as a Grey Realm, hidden far away from the cosmic contest between a being who calls himself the Maker and one known as the Adversary.
They explain this as you are deep throating your lords cock and sliding your slender little cock into your Lady, getting her ready for the big hard cock in your mouth. Their powers allow you to stay alive forever, stay young and beautiful, and serve them forever.
You can't imagine a better way to spend eternity!
[[Yes, I have, thank you very much.|Nirvana]]
...Or have you?
[[Aiding the Lord and Dominating the Lady|TowerLoD]]
[[Aiding the Lady and Dominating the Lord|TowerLaD]]
[[Dominating Both of Them|TowerBD]]
[[Getting Dominated by Both of Them|TowerBS]]You beckon the best looking men to you and give them quick, simple instructions. Soon one is delicately milking you, relieving the tension that has built up in your boobs, while the other is rubbing your feet, sore from walking on the bare earth and carrying your weight. You close your eyes and smile as you are attended to.
They massage your body gently, milking, caressing, and even lightly kissing when you allow them to. You let each suck on one of your bloated nipples, moaning softly and languidly as they relieve the pressure and make you wet. And then you nod downwards and they kiss down your pregnant belly, caressing it softly and kissing it which feels just as good as your breasts being tended to. One stays on your belly while the other gets between your legs and starts to lick. You use your demonic gifts to nudge him in exactly the right direction, sending his tongue and fingers to the perfect spots as you enjoy your belly being worshipped while you get licked and fingered. You don't let any fuck you yet, knowing this body will get pregnant at any excuse and not wanting to jump into that.
You have soft, energizing orgasms that send waves of pleasure throughout your body. You will keep some men close to you at all times, well groomed and wearing only a few pieces of jewelry just the way you like, to make sure you are constantly massaged and licked and milked.
And if you can't find any suitable men? Well you'll just make one out of a suitable woman. Just a matter of moving a few parts around. Easy enough for a devil like you.
[[And that will be enough for now, time to get to work!|CundaWork]]
[[Not enough at all, time for debauchery!|CundaOrgy]]A week into the jungle you gather your Stedt followers and Marku converts to a large bonfire. You descend from your palanquin, making sure all are assembled and can see you.
"My people." You say. "I hear you have questions of me."
"Yes." A voice says. <<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>You recognize it instantly as Grom's.<<else>>A large Stedt man, one of your warriors speaks.<<endif>> He steps forward, striding towards you like an equal.
"We are men of the mountain!" He boasts, thumping his chest. "We do not walk with the treemen." He gestures towards the Marku among you. "We do not break bread with them. We kill them. We take their women. They should serve us!"
"So why goddess, why do you tell us we must live together?" There are murmurs of agreement and disagreement from the assembled crowd. He has walked right up to you, standing in front of you in open challenge.
You regard them for a moment. And then you lift your hand and your fingers sharpen into talons and in a moment you have plunged your fingers into his chest and found his heart. You crush it like a grape as he falls to his knee before you.
"Because your goddess demands." You scream at the assembled crowd. <<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>You rip Grom's heart from his chest and toss it into the fire, kicking his corpse away from you.<<set $mkcunda = "dead">><<else>>"Have you so quickly forgotten what I did to the last man who claimed to rule you? I will do the same to any who challenge my word."<<endif>>
"I am your goddess. I shall rule not one people, not one planet, not one world but all in existence. Do you think I will allow the petty squabbles between two tribes to keep me from my destiny?" The earth trembles as you speak.
"You march with me to unite this land under my worship. Not for your own pleasure."
Quickly, frantically, the assembled men and women are dropping to their knees, to all fours, to their bellies, begging for forgiveness.
You are mollified. The ground is still. "I forgive." You say simply. "But do not question my commands again."
In the days to come you notice that your worshippers are quicker than ever to obey your edicts. You have not resolved the racial divide, merely replaced it with a greater fear. Of course those who still feel strongly act out of their hate and pray they do not get caught. Your power neither grows nor wanes, as your people maintain an uneasy alliance.
[[Push On|SMarku3]]
<<set $firstlaw = "fear">>Apparently that's the last question. Okay that was pretty short and simple. The short angel takes your form and beckons you to follow him, the whole time inputting data into some sort of handheld device, glancing back at you periodically as he does so. At one point he stops randomly and asks you sign what looks like a waiver. Chuckling at the absurdity of a dead person signing a waiver in the afterlife you put your name on it and don't think twice.
He leads you to what seems like a normal wall, then glances back and forth several times before he raises his device and presses a few buttons.
The wall shimmers out of existence and he quickly pulls you through and then presses some more buttons and the wall appears again.
On the other side you see a very clean, sterile looking white lab.
"Welcome to Project Juggernaut, Codename Rubystone." He says a bit haughtily. "Please, have a seat in the Device." He points to a large, cylindrical chamber in the middle of the room with a white chair in the middle, it all looks like a very sinister dentist's office.
[[Okay Just Stop Calling Me That...|JuggS3]]
<<set $jug3 = "white">>"Now you're a sight for brand new eyes." You smile at him, running your tongue over your red lips. You pull the sheets open and pat the bed next to you. "Right here, on your back." You purr.
You're not sure what's come over you. You're commanding a male sex demon and your pussy is hot and wet thinking about that totally smooth organ sliding into you. What the hell. You're in the body of a Sorceress Queen. When in Rome...
The demon slides into the bed, his eyes gazing at you with lust and subservience. Perfect. You roll your pale hips over his and straddle him, teasing his cock with your slit.
"My Queen I don't deserve you!" He gasps as you begin to practically gnaw on his delightfully muscled chest and arms. You rub yourself against him wantonly. His hands slowly rise to you, but they do not grab, or knead or own, they caress. They massage, they love you and make it clear you are totally in control.
"No, you don't. But you'll do." You say coldly. You raise your hips and slide yourself down his cock, writhing with joy as the demonic instrument of pleasure makes your pussy pulse with joy. It fits you perfectly, it throbs inside of you, you feel a moment of complete and utter contentment. Just one brief moment. And then you really kick things off.
"Lie still." You command as you begin to ride him. You thoroughly enjoy this, your body bouncing on him, you control the rhythm, keeping your breasts steady and comfortable as you penetrate yourself with his beautiful cock. You find yourself panting and screaming for joy, encouraging him to fuck you hard. He obeys your command and starts to pump up into you. The two of you hit a frenzy and are moving faster and harder than you ever could have dreamed of.
You spread your legs wider, sliding them back to get him as deep into you as possible. You grab his hair and make a fist in it and lean in and kiss him hard as you hit your orgasmic crescendo.
His body obeys your commands and he goes soft inside you as you are done with his cock for now. "Good boy." You say, kissing him again and rolling off. "Stay until I sleep, and then depart without disturbing me." You cuddle up to him and use him like a pillow.
"Yes my Queen." He says, sounding like he is in a bit of a daze. You are completely at peace as you go to sleep on him.
You wake later on feeling completely refreshed. The incubus left no mess behind. A brief glance in the vanity shows that your hair and makeup are still perfect, no doubt enhanced by magic.
You feel sexy and confident. You stretch happily and grope yourself shamelessly. Even the mirror seems a bit in awe of your performance and doesn't have much to say. You smile at that. Time to take charge.
[[What's Next?|MalBedRoom]]<<set $malinc = "top">>You don't see any reason to beat around the bush.
You tell him you're investigating the death of Ashley Morgan. You tell him that you don't think the Trashman did it and you're pretty sure he doesn't either. You tell him you're looking for justice, not headlines, and that it doesn't matter if nobody gets arrested or nobody ever knows the truth, but you need to solve the case.
He thinks for a moment and then shrugs and decides to tell you some things that never made it into the police reports. He tells you that when they searched Morgan's residence they found a series of naked photographs of her. She wasn't alone in any of them. Some she was wearing a domino style mask that looked quite expensive. She was often in expensive lingerie and on a very large bed with other, similarly well done up girls. The background of the photos showed expensive artwork and the trapping of a very rich house.
None of the clothing she wore in the photos was found when they searched her place. They tried to serve warrants on some of the wealthier houses in town but a judge refused the warrants. Thomas is pretty sure whoever was hosting these orgies and recruiting pretty young girls like Ashley Morgan for them knows something about her death, but he hit a brick wall made of dollar bills.
As you're turning to leave he stops you. "Hey, sweetheart. You shouldn't be walking around without protection." He opens a drawer and pulls out a shiny steel revolver. "Keep it close." He says. "And you didn't get it from me."
You thank him for his advice and head back outside, feeling the weight of the gun in your trench coat pocket. It starts to rain as you light your cigarette and head for your car, thinking of what to do next.
[[Back to the Office|GumshoeOffice]]
<<set $copsvisit = "thomas">>
<<set $visits = $visits +1>>The transport takes nearly a week to travel to its destination, a gigantic neutral city that claims to be smack dab in the center of the universe. Whether it is geographically or not, Rubric is known as the center of the universe. It is a city of neutrality. Anyone who kills there vanishes at the hands of its mysterious protector guardian. Agents of the Maker are encouraged to avoid it at all costs. The Maker's soldiers, for some reason, aren't trusted to maintain the peace.
Katy slowly recovers consciousness but remains incredibly weak. You tell her to go visit a contact of the Glove's who works as a medic in Rubric and to tell her who sent the young demon.
"Alex..." She says, fingers locking into yours. "Come with me?"
You blink. She can't really be that naive.
"I mean it." She says, trying to sit up but then wincing and lying back down. "Rubric is the city of dreams they say, anything can happen there. We can both start new."
You are tempted for a moment. The Maker won't be able to come snatch you back there that's for sure. Putting it all behind and retiring sounds mighty tempting for a moment.
[[Agree, Join Katy|EndingBigCityLife]]
[[Sorry Babe, Duty Calls|SpyJob2]]
<<set $spyjob1 = "savedkaty">>Julia is understandably leery, but you pass on what you've learned of the lovely ambassador's country and you can see the gears grinding in Julia's head. After thinking she shrugs and agrees to meet. The date is set at the same time as a masquerade ball, at Julia's request.
Your Archmage dresses in a ballroom gown complete with an ornate owl mask. She has you dress in something not quite as extravagant and with a matching bird-like mask. The two of you move unnoticed through the Court and to the private chambers of the ambassador.
She greets you, having not bothered with a costume herself, and invites the two of you in. You remove your mask, Julia leaves hers on to the amusment of the ambassador. There are only two chairs, the ambassador pats her leg and you happily slip into her lap, enjoying her wonderful stroking of your hair and sides, you purr like a cat in her lap as the two of them talk.
[[Listen to Their Conversation|JZ2]]You decide it isn't worth the risk. She's too big, too strong, you can't stand and fight her in close quarters. You power up your suit and blast out of the opposite side of the fortress.
Unfortunately you didn't give the power quite enough time to reallocate from the guns to the cage. You hear the explosion as the demon forces her way through the electric bars and wrecks the fort completely. She's right on your tail!
You head in the opposite direction from the portal to Paradise. She is still right after you. There is an asteroid field ahead and you fly into it, hoping the rocks will damage the beast or that she isn't nimble enough to follow you.
Your suit projects a rear view camera into your display and you see she is smashing through the asteroids as they near her. What you are forced to dodge she simply powers through. You realize you can't outrun her.
<<if $jug2 eq "guns">>You maneuver so that you are facing her and unleash again with your cannons. She's too close. She swings her massive flail and you can't dodge in time. You hear it smash into the side of your head and a billion alarms sounding and your suit informing you that power is failing as you lose consciousness.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>You gently come into contact with an asteroid in front of you and push off of it, reversing direction and going straight for the demon. She is ready for you. You dodge the first massive hit of her flail and maneuver around her for a few hard hits to her back. Unfortunately in the very low gravity you don't have much ability to maneuver and soon find yourself unable to dodge. The next time she swings her flail it connects solidly with the side of your helmet, cleaving through it and smashing into your head. You hear alarms blaring in your other ear as your suit announces power is failing just as you lose consciousness.<<endif>>
[[Wake Up|EndingCagedPet]]<h1><center>Lesbian Stripper</center></h1>"Goooood." She purrs. And then you feel her hands on you. She gently and lovingly caresses your curves and starts to kiss at your face and neck from behind as you dance into her. She sits against the vanity and wraps her thighs around you and then turns you around and you descend to your knees. Still blindfolded you let her guide your face into her crotch and start to lick. It doesn't take you long to find her clit, it's already engorged from your dance, and your tongue drives her crazy.
She is praising you and the Maker equally as you lower your wrists and slide a finger into her hot wet pussy. This nearly drives her through the roof and she all but crushes your face with her thighs as she shoves you into her, almost fucking your face with her pussy as you lick at her. When she finally releases you she catches her breath and turns your blindfold around and showers you with kisses.
"You don't ever have to work out front." She says lovingly. "You're all mine. You hear that." She glares at the other girls who hold up their hands indicating they aren't going to fight for you. "Good. All mine." She kisses you deeply.
You live a very pampered life from that point on. Your girlfriend, whose name you never learn but everyone calls Blue, treats you very well in exchange for using you however and whenever she likes. You always eat her out after her routines and you also help her get dressed, fix her makeup, oil her up, and also massage her and let her decompress after difficult jobs. Sometimes she fucks you with a strapon just to work off some steam. Sometimes she eats you out just because she feels like it. Usually though, it's your tongue on her clit and your fingers in her pussy and that is just fine with you.
Nobody ever seems to notice that you never dance. Apparently nobody really cares. The down side is you never earn any credit towards getting out of this assignment, but hey, why would you want to leave? Your life is a swirl of glitter and stripper outfits and lesbian sex. What more could you want?
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingLesbianStripper = "yes">>The winter passes. You have taken on many of the habits of the Stedt you live among. There are bones and other totems braided into your thick hair, you wear the skins of a fearsome beast like a somewhat tight skirt around your hips and necklaces, bracelets and other jewelry of stone and bone now decorate your pale skin.
Your people grow in strength, in organization, and in numbers. <<if $stedtbonus eq "fertile">>The population is exploding thanks to your blessing. Their numbers are so great that soon they will not be able to feed themselves in this mounatin. <<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>With their hardened skin and powerful muscles you doubt many forces will be able to stand against them. In addition some of the more mentally gifted Stedt have begun to grow quite powerful with their earth weaving magics. <<endif>>
But your people are not the only thing growing. Inside your swollen belly your demonic children are rapidly developing. A hybrid of a demon and a mortal is a soulless creature, easily controlled, vulnerable to magic, and, if intelligent enough, usually rather disturbed at its lack of any afterlife. They are simply extinguished when they die. Or when you die. Severing the head so to speak will simply cancel out all of your brood.
Still, that does not mean they are not useful. Your pregnancy moves forward rapidly. By the end of the first week you can feel your spawn squirming inside of you, kicking at the most inconvenient times and generally demanding your attention. Although it sometimes costs you dignity, the people seem to be more drawn to worship you as you embody their goddess.
<<if $cundababy eq "anonymous">>However as a goddess of fertility the labor is not that intensive for you. A short time of lying on your back as a few women gather around to assist you and the baby emerges, rather easily.
He is, like his father whose name you can't remember, a fairly non descript entity. He has your horns and a set of matching hooves that mark him as demonic and his skin is a twisting pattern of dark black runes on red. He will grow quickly. You wave him away to join the other warriors in training, having no real interst in him.
[[Beat the War Drums|StedtWar]]<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "grom">>The labor is signalled by an intense series of kicks and blows to your stomach by the creature growing inside of it. It is strong and insistent, like his father.
You let your midwives lead you inside the palace and you lay on your back on rugs of thick furs as you give birth. Your pussy walls stretch wide to accomodate the brutish monster that you are spawning.
The beast emerges head first, soft nubs that will soon grow into large horns appearing on his bull-like face. A humanoid body follows, although it has a long tail and fur on it's legs and animalistic hooves. You pant as you realize Grom has given you a minotaur child.
You bring it to your full breast and let it suckle. You can see it growing stronger and larger as you hold it to you. You smile contentedly, knowing you have a strong warrior here for your army.
In the next few days Grom seems especially proud of himself as well. As he should. You're not quite as pleased to hear that he is boasting that he will give you another child anytime now, but you decide to let it pass. You have bigger things to concern yourself with. It is time to unite the tribes under one banner.
[[Beat the War Drums|StedtWar]]<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "rock">>The labor is signalled by an intense series of thrashing movements inside of your stomach that nearly throw you off balance.
You let your midwives lead you inside the palace and you lay on your back on rugs of thick furs as you give birth. Your pussy walls stretch wide to accomodate the wild beast that you are spawning.
It takes longer than you expected, but eventually a lizard-like head emerges, opening its mouth and displaying barely formed teeth in a long jaw. A series of legs comes out, and then another, and another and finally a long tail.
The midwives will not touch the thing, but it knows instinctively to crawl up your stomach and to your breasts where it starts to drink its fill. As it grows stronger its teeth grow sharper and its nips become annoying and then actually painful.
Rock has come to see his spawn and he grins as he sees the beast that you have birthed. "I will train it from here." He says happily. "It will serve us well."
You are only too happy to get the thing off of your sensitive breasts and into its fathers care.
The next few days pass with the people of the Stedt village whispering of the beast that you have spawned. To them it is a sign that you are a true goddess. You are pleased with this, as with the winter passing it is time to unite the tribes under your banner.
[[Beat the War Drums|StedtWar]]<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "shaman">>You feel heavier and heavier as the creature inside you grows. In the days before you go into labor you can barely move you are so heavy. It is almost a relief when you finally feel the contractions start to hit.
You let your midwives lead you inside the palace and you lay on your back on rugs of thick furs as you give birth. The shaman that knocked you up is there as well, muttering prayers to ease your labor. Your pussy walls stretch wide to accomodate the heavy creature inside of you.
As it emerges you are not terribly surprised to see that it is composed of solid stone. In fact this beast is not so much a living thing as an elemental spirit, one of solid rock. The shaman that gave you this child is mightily pleased and already excitedly discussing the spells he can cast to make it larger and stronger too.
While your breasts swell with milk you have no living child to feed it to. Thankfully there are no shortage of volunteers from the village to help keep you drained.
Eventaully though you must put a stop to that as you must move on to more important matters. The winter thaw has passed and it is now time to unite the Stedt under your banner.
[[Beat the War Drums|StedtWar]]<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "gromlots">>Your belly grows and grows and even compared to what it began as you are extremely swollen with children. You can barely get yourself up as they come to term. Grom hovers around you like a proud father should, doting on you and assisting you to your feat, all the while boasting of how well he has filled your belly with his children.
The labor is signalled by an intense series of kicks and blows to your stomach by the creatures growing inside of it. They are strong and insistent, like their father.
You let your midwives lead you inside the palace and you lay on your back on rugs of thick furs as you give birth. Your pussy walls stretch wide to accomodate the brutish monsters that you are spawning.
The first beast emerges head first, soft nubs that will soon grow into large horns appearing on his bull-like face. A humanoid body follows, although it has a long tail and fur on it's legs and animalistic hooves. You pant as you realize Grom has given you a minotaur child.
One of the midwives holds your first child to your breast and lets it suckle. You can see it growing stronger and larger as she holds it to you.
You would hold it there yourself, but you are still in labor. You contractions pick up in pace as a second child emerges. And then a few minutes later a third. And then a fourth. They are rotated on your breasts by the midwives as Grom happily proclaims his superior fathering skills to the world.
You continue to give birth every quarter hour or so. It exhausts even your demonic stamina to be in labor for so many hours. You lose track of how many you push out. And then you lose consciousness from exhaustion.
[[Wake Up|CundaBreedingCow]]<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "all">>However as a goddess of fertility the labor is not that intensive for you. It is, however, rather time consuming.
The reason for this is the sheer number of children that you have carried in your belly. It appears every man that you let cum inside you has given you at least one child. A diverse array of demonic entities emerges from your womb.
Most of them are humanoid devils with red skin an short horns, typical soulless soldiers of the Pit. You nurse them briefly and then give them to your shamans to train. A few show promise as larger, more bestial entities. But again you are not terribly concerned with them. You feel no more attachment to these creatures than you did to their fathers.
However, such a display of birthing skills has certainly earned you the worship of this primitive society. They drop to their knees as you pass and obey you without question. This is good. Now that the spring has come it is time to unite the Stedt under your banner.
[[Beat the War Drums|StedtWar]]<<endif>><<set $cmoutfit = "stedt">>"Spirit of the Blue Lake." You say loud and proud. "I have come to deliver your people from their mediocre fate. Will you help your people?" You call out to her.
A bubbling sound is the response. You turn and walk to the shore where the water is churning. As you watch you see the water itself start to form into a humanoid shape and sure enough the woman made of water rises from the depths.
"I have been watching you, <<print $dname>>." She says with a smile. Her features are Marku, and her body is willowy, her face is wise and pretty. "And I think perhaps I might." She smiles. "Will you come join me so we may speak?"
"In the water?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Surely it is no threat to you. And I would have us speak as equals." She says. Her expression is unreadble.
[[No, you come on land.|BLresweak]]
[[Yes, I will join you.|BLresstrong]]You roll back and observe. The monster swings again, as if anticipating you would roll forwards. It misses by a wide margin but holds the sword up quickly.
You take in the creature's stance. It recovers slower than the last swing due to the wound on its sword arm. You grin, this is the chance you've been waiting for. You feint again, drawing out another swing. Anticipating a slow recovery you rush it.
Only to be met with a sword plunged straight into your gut as the creature switches hands and recovers perfectly. How foolish. The creature is ambidextrous.
You feel your essence draining. You feel weak. The creature roars and opens its powerful jaws and crushes them around your head as its strong legs kick you off of the sword. Your head is ripped from your body, your demonic blood soaks the ground.
The power of the demon's sword attempts to bind your soul. No. Never. You are the slave of nothing. You give into rage completely and break the hold of the sword on you. You return back to the Pit and start your slaughter again. You rise the same way, pick the same fights, and end up back in the Pit when you are finally killed again. Having given yourself completely to wrath you couldn't be happier with this arrangement.
After an unknowable amount of time passes you find yourself having a moment of clarity. You wonder should you continue to be a creature that does nothing but kill and be killed?
[[Yes. This is all I want!|EndingRedinToothandClaw]]
[[No. Perhaps I should try being a lover, not a fighter.|Lust]]Apparently that's the last question. Okay that was pretty short and simple. The short angel takes your form and beckons you to follow him, the whole time inputting data into some sort of handheld device, glancing back at you periodically as he does so. He leads you to what seems like a normal wall, then glances back and forth several times before he raises his device and presses a few buttons.
The wall shimmers out of existence and he quickly pulls you through and then presses some more buttons and the wall appears again.
On the other side you see a very clean, sterile looking white lab.
"Welcome to Project Juggernaut, Codename Rubystone." He says a bit haughtily. "Please, have a seat in the Device." He points to a large, cylindrical chamber in the middle of the room with a white chair in the middle, it all looks like a very sinister dentist's office.
[[Okay Just Stop Calling Me That...|JuggS3]]
<<set $jug3 = "green">>You sneak out to report to Julia.
She is perplexed and furrows her brow at you. You are sure she has cast spells that compel you to tell the truth, which is probably what has her so frustrated.
"So, you're telling me the jealous slut is actually a rational progressive?" Julia taps her fingers on her staff, obviously not expecting this development. "I'm not certain if this makes her better or worse to be honest."
"Holy Mistress if I may..." You begin. Julia nods, giving you permission to be impertinent. "...I uh, don't believe the two of you need to be at odds." She glares at you and you quickly continue. "The two of you are quite simliar to each other. You are both ambitious and have the same principles. With the Church and Palace working together, you could be great allies to each other."
Julia thinks about what you've said. "You may be right. Both of us want the established order to change, if what you've said is correct. Bring her to me."
[[Obey|PrincessJuliaChristina]]<<set $julia = "princessobeyloyal">>You ponder how you can ever hope to dominate such creatures, until you realize they thrive on new experiences and sensations. You start to drop subtle hints about how different it is to experience total subservience. After a few weeks of this they approach you and ask if you would like to sample what it is like to be a demi-god.
Why yes, yes you would! They tell you they have decided it would be thrilling to experience being less than the most powerful creatures in this realm, and will transfer a portion of their power to you until it ceases to be amusing. You can live with those terms.
In a musical ritual the three of you dance with each other. You gain the powers from the beautiful creatures every time you whirl them around and switch partners. By the end of the dance you are nearly overwhelmed with the power you feel growing within you.
Your dance partners eye you with satisfied grins. You smile as you walk around the Lord. Your breasts grow as your clothes become a beautiful pink gown as you run your fingers over him. Will you be his princess? You then walk over to the Lady, your clothes becoming a sharp suit glittering with gems and your body becoming svelte and masculine. You smile as you take her hand. Will you be her prince?
Oh yes. You will both of these things and more. You will enjoy them in every way possible, they will serve you in every way you can imagine. They aren't going to get bored, you will be in charge forever.
[[Totally.|Nirvana]]
...Or will you?
[[Nah, Let's Team up with the Lord and Dominate the Lady|TowerLoD]]
[[Nah, Let's Team up with the Lady and Dominate the Lord|TowerLaD]]
[[Nah, let them Turn the Tables on me - Get Dominated by Both of Them|TowerBS]]"NEVER!" The devil roars with his last breath. Fool. He should have at least tried to lie. You wrench his neck until it snaps and then stand up, smiling as you watch his body dissolve.
"My regards to the other lemures." You say with mock sympathy as he vanishes.
The minions step out from their hiding spot and rush to your side. They fall to their knees and babble their unending loyalty to you.
You smile, amused, and turn and walk back to the throne. Your stride is powerful, but graceful, intimidating, yet seductive. You have a beautiful body that is both male and female, and you intend to make the most of it. You sit down in the throne. It feels good. You deserve this.
"All hail our Liege!!!" The minions chant.
[[Learn More About This Place|sucincharge]]
<<set $sucsex = "liege">>Instinctively you duck into one of the rows of chairs and lower yourself so you are hiding back there. You see the shadow move across the ghost light again and then you hear a very human sound of laughter. You relax as you realize this is nothing supernatural. A woman and a man are laughing as they move about on stage.
They appear to have been drinking, and rather fond of each other from the way they are acting. They each appear to be in their mid-thirties. You blush as you feel a bit voyeuristic but decide to see where this goes in case anything useful comes up.
As you watch they start to say lines from a play that you recognize as //Romeo & Juliet//. The same play that Ashley Morgan was doing when she died. The man appears to know the lines quite well but the woman is faltering.
"O, then dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." The man says, playfully.
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake!" Juliet responds after thinking for a few moments.
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." He moves in for a kiss. The lady tries the line a few times and fails.
[[Say it for her|Ghourglass3]]"Good." Your dripping mouth speaks as you devour the creature. More of the things come to you over time. Your bulk, which could not be sustained on your own due to your lack of mobility, remains bloated in this manner.
In time you begin to see the Pit more clearly. You start to see some ways out. You cannot get to them of course. You see servitor spirits, sent to gather souls for stronger demons. They pass over you, apparently a huge fat blob of a lemure is not an ideal soldier.
And then, one day you look up and see a demon that resembles yourself quite a lot looking down at you. It is hazy, as if you are seeing through the sky itself to look up at it. Antlers like a decaying moose's sprout from the sides of its half-formed head. Its body is a corpulent mass of fat, bursting with sores. You cannot see its legs.
"Mmmmm...." It eyes you hungrily and reaches down. You don't have the strength or mobility to resist as it plucks you from the Pit and brings you up to its mouth.
[[Learn About the Food Chain First Hand|EatenbyNurgle]]"I would talk fast." You whisper in his ear as you start to slide your cock into him. "And tell me everything you know about a high stakes deal that Seven has going on."
"Okay okay." He stammers as you apply pressure, he glances around as if for bugs of eavesdroppers. "Word is there's a real hush-hush crew that got here a few days ago. Ship's called the //Prismatic//. Should be docked here. If Seven has anything going on that's shady, those freaks are involved."
"What kind of freaks are we talking here." You hiss.
"Greater devil or I'm a chipmunk." He whispers frantically. "Bug-eyed bitch with an octopus for legs. Makes everything smell like blood. Real bad news."
Well. She should be easy to find.
"You better not be lying..." he starts to shake his head. "...or I'll come collect on what you owe me." You squeeze his big ass possessively and slap it, and pound him a few more times, then pull out.
You are of course fully dressed as you step aside. A lounge lizard glances at you and asks "Geez, what'd you do that guy in there? He was bellowing somethin' fierce."
"Guess he was between a rock and a hard place." You say with a shrug as you return to [[your room|SpyBed]].You spread your arms your <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>royal gown<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>sexy dark robes<<endif>> turning into feathers as you take to the sky on dark wings.
You dexterously gambol through the trees, moving quickly towards the noxious ozone your corrupted lightning produced. You hear moaning things and land, blasting the ground with another wave of chain lightning, frying the few orcs that remained alive and scorching the bodies of those that were already dead.
And then you come upon her. Between the ogre's beating and your surprise lightning attack she is completely done. She slumps up against a tree, gasping for breath from her ruined lungs, the remains of her magnificent steed sizzling next to her.
"How..." She mutters, life fading from her fast. "How did a clone of mine...learn magic..."
"I'm not your clone." You say imperiously, standing above her. "I'm not you. I'm just taking your body. It looks like you don't need it." You smirk down at her.
"I'll come back for you." She hisses with malicious hatred as her soul rattles out of her body.
You smile sadly. "That will be hard to do, since I'm going to seal the only way here." Of course she is too dead to hear you. You burn her body just to be sure.
You return to your tower and do just as you promised, magically severing the portal to the pit and melting all of her remaining clone bodies. You may make your own someday, but these will never function for you.
As you smile at your work you hear the magic mirror.
"What now Mistress?" There is no small amount of resentment in that title.
What now indeed? Your orcs and ogre are dead, the only threat to you that you know of is dead. "Time to learn some real magic I suppose." You say with a smile as you reach for Malleguarde's magical tomes.
[[Become a Sorceress|VanityPart2]]<<set $malleguarde = "dead">>You could never imagine talking to your father like this. But a week of fucking your mother and sister anytime you like have got your ego as strong as any teenage boy's has ever been and that is saying something. Sure, you believe what you're saying, and sure, it's probably the truth, but really all you can think of is those huge tits. You need them in your life.
"I, I guess you're right." She says, looking ashamed of herself. "I just...it's so hard at work. The guys there just never let up and..."
"And you need to start acting like you like it if you want to stay there." You say firmly. "How do the other female engineers act?"
She sighs. "They don't act, they actually love it. The whole building is just like, one massive hormone pit when we aren't actively working on a project. Anytime we're on a break or pass in the hallways or something it's just..." She shudders. "There are no personal boundaries there!"
You smile, feeling a bit smug. "Now see if me or April had changed you would have expected us to put with that in school wouldn't you? Is it so terrible you're the one that it happened to? What is it you always said?"
"Yes yes I know." She sighs. "Fine. You're right. I just..."
"You need someone to jump start you, I get it. Good thing the man of the house is here." You grin at her. "Now get yourself fixed up." You slap her hip in a vague approximation of a spank. "I'll send in mom to help. We need to get your head on right."
[[Introduce her to womanhood|GemSD23]]A few more weeks pass.
You don't really go to your mom's classes anymore. What's she gonna do, fail you? April and her meet up and work at it, but you sleep until you feel like and then put in your lunch order which one of them brings to you happily and enjoys fucking you either before or afterwards.
April is staring high school again. You've told your family you aren't going to go. Why bother? With all the money Gemma brings home you don't need an education. Your girls look at each other nervously like they want to tell you you're making the wrong choice, but they don't have the collective nerve to say it.
Your mom keeps the house absolutely immaculate. You've got her in very sexy little maid outfits as she cleans, just so its hotter for you when you fuck her at random. Your castle has everything you could ever need. Huge TVs, every gaming system you could ever want, a backyard pool that is now maintained the same temperature year round and a basketball court that you play in a lot. You still do most of the yardwork.
You've been introduced to a lot of strangers. The neighbors have come by, other kids your age have come to play basketball, some of Gemma's coworkers, and you're sure April will make friends in school. But you hardly let anyone in the house. This is your domain. You make that clear with Gemma, no male coworkers. No male friends of your mom's. No boys for April. You are the only cock allowed in this awesome mansion.
You control the money essentially at this point. Gemma more or less manages it for you. She's your little secretary at home even though she remains an incredibly skilled engineer at her job. She's even up for a promotion. Her male boss is sure to give it to her. You've got a seduction in mind for her at the job interview that will culminate in a titty fuck that blow his mind. You've been practicing it with her, several times a night. She's got it down perfect but you won't tell her that, you like playing CEO too much and watching her big tits jiggle around your cock.
April gives it one last shot before she heads off to catch the bus but you shake your head and assure her no, you won't be going to school, you won't be needing a job, and you don't need friends. You've got a sex kitten sister, a supermodel MILF and a big titted bouncy assed secretary. There is nothing more you need.
As Tommy unwittingly commits himself to being useless his entire life, you slip out of his head and your soul [[returns to the stars|Zodiac]].
//This was basically fanfiction set in the universe of "The Masculine Mystique" by barabbas. I'm pretty sure if you're playing this you've already seen that, but just in case -> [[http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=82]] go play it, you will not regret it.//'Your' office is actually your dad's home office. But you walk into it like you own it and sit in his high backed leather chair and enjoy feeling like the boss. You are the boss, you are the man of the house. You look at your soon to be conquest wolfishly as she meekly remains standing. She has good instincts to know not to sit.
"I love that outfit. I know it's not mom's, your tits and ass wouldn't fit that way into her clothes." She winces as you bluntly bring up her measurements like that.
"No um, she brought them for me a few days ago." Gemma admits shyly.
"I like her taste. Is everything that revealing?" You grin.
She blushes a little more, god it's like catnip. "I uh, apparently the selections of women's clothing around here, even the uh, professional variety are all uh."
"So that's a yes?" You cut her off.
"Yes."
"I think you'll get along just fine at work like that." You smile at her. "At least you'll be quite popular. Come here." You beckon her forards until she is pressed up against the far side of the desk. "Lean over." She does, slowly. "Hold your hair up." You can tell she's bristling at all of these orders but she gathers up her thick black hair and pulls it back so that it isn't hanging in front of her. You stare at her tits. And stare. And stare. Goddamn they are amazing.
"Anyone at work have tits like that?" You say, still staring at them.
"I, I don't, I don't think so." She stammers.
"Yeah, even for here, I mean, seriously babe, even for here those are goddamn amazing. C'mere." You scoot back and pat your knee.
She pauses. "Tommy I don't think..."
"Excuse me." You say. "I'm the man of the house, you call me Sir."
"I, no I can't, this is too much." She turns and you can tell she means to stride out furiously but the high heels force her to take little steps and wiggle her ass. You've got plenty of time to stop her. But why wait? You leap over the desk easily and spin her around, one arm around her waist trapping her tight to you. "Tommy!" She gasps, trying to shove you away.
"You are too hot when you're angry you know that?" You say. And then you kiss her. You snake your free hand up her back through her hair and take a tight fistfull of it, holding her in place as you force her lips open and press your tongue inside of her mouth. She squeals, gasps, struggles and wiggles in your arms. Her wiggling just rubs the soft jiggly parts of her against you. And that doesnt' discourage you at all.
You pull back and before she can say anything you put a finger to her lips. "Shhhh. It's okay babe. You're stressed, I know. Let me help you work that out." Easily manipulating her soft body you spin her around again, bending her over her own desk you pull the tight skirt up and take our cock out. "Don't hold back, sexy." You say. "Mom and April love this as much as you will."
And then you fuck her. She's protesting. You don't listen. She doesn't say no. She says she isn't ready. Bullshit. A body like that is always ready. There's something so incredible about sliding into her. Not only is the pussy fantastic, but your alpha male instincts are blaring out a signal of total victory.
You've fucked your sex kitten sister. You've fucked your supermodel MILF of a mother. And now you're banging what used to be the only man you really respected, become your big titted secretary. Her ass is bigger too, tempting you to fuck harder and harder as you rip open her blouse and grab her big tits for leverage. You know you're being rough. She can take it. She needs her first time to be memorable. She needs it to be amazing. She knows to know who the man of the house is.
Her screaming of your name has gone from protest to begging to gasping to encouragement to desperate need. When she screams Tommy her voice isn't saying please don't it's saying harder. More. More. And you give her all she can handle. Then you have a thought that nearly makes you burst. "Call me Daddy." You command.
You can tell the last vestiage of resisting you breaks as she hesistates for just a moment and then screams. "Yes Daddy fuck me harder!" You cum on the spot, filling her up as you cum harder than you've ever cum in your life. In that moment you know you are the king of this castle.
You carry her around the desk and flop down in the chair, she is in your lap cuddling up to you, gasping about how wonderful that was, mind blown at how good it can feel to be a woman. You stroke her hair and tell her you know and there will be plenty more where that came from.
You aren't surprised at all to see April standing at the open door to the office with her jaw almost hitting the floor. You can't really blame her, if you weren't so used to putting on a mask of confidence and dominance you would probably be stunned too.
[[Get used to your new life|GemSD25]]"You are no king." You say. "You are a brute with a sword. You are not worthy to rule my people."
Grom screams a guttural battle cry and charges at you. He is very fast for his size and the steel blade comes whistling through the air at your soft flesh.
You were ready for this. With a deep throated snarl to match his you meet his charge, thick bone claws growing over your fingers and ripping into this heavy muscles as the sword finds nothing where you were just standing.
Grom is strong, massively so, but you are infernal. His mortal flesh gives way to your claws and you find his heart easily, ripping it from his chest still bloody and beating. He has the strength for another swing at you and once again his sword finds nothing where you stood just a moment before.
"I rule here." You say holding up his bloody heart to the gathered Stedt as your claws become fingers again. Some have risen to their feets, a deeply instinctive desire to do //something// beating in their hearts. Others are cowering and hiding their eyes. None dare approach you. You rotate your body so that all can see the bloody heart you hold.
It bursts into fire in your claws. It does not harm you. You drop the smoldering lump onto the King's corpse and move, blood dripping from your claws to the throne. You take your place in it.
"<<print $dname>> has come to the Stedt." You say. "I am your Goddess. You will worship me."
Nervous, scared looks shoot between the Stedt. Some appear in their 20s, the elders of this wretched people. Some of them have scars that appear to come from something inhuman. Perhaps they remember the last time a devil came to rule here. They look worried. The others look scared, or furious or a mixture of the two. There are none who voice an objection.
[[Enjoy Being in Charge|CundaThrone]]
<<set $mkcunda = "dead">>
<<set $power += 1>>"You...you are no mere hellspawn." The angel gasps. "What are you?"
You smile down at the poor thing. "I am <<print $dname>>." You say simply. "Salvation of this land, and bringer of your demise."
"More will come." The angel gasps. "This isn't over."
"Oh I think it is." You say grimly. "It's taken me half a year to march on your city. In all that time your Maker never sent you any help. Something tells me it was your job to convince him this place was worth fighting for. Something tells me you won't be back. Especially once I break your doorway." You nod up to the crystal at the top of the ziggurat.
A faint glimmer of defiance still shines in the angel's eyes. Time to finish it.
[[Rape him|caf]]
[[Kill him|cak]]You pull the trigger. You know it's a miss from the fact that as soon as you hear the recoil the devil is gone. You whirl about but not quick enough. Sure thing the devil teleported and is now right behind you. You see her bug-eyed face and tiny, snarling mouth as her mass of tentacles whips around you quickly.
You feel your essence being drained by just one touch and all of them at once is too much for even your superior stamina. You are weak as a kitten in her arms.
"Bad liar. Bad shot." She hisses at you. Her tentacles are ripping, tearing, probing. You feel one of them sliding where you'd really rather a tentacle not be. "Not a bad fuck though." She laughs a hissing laugh at you as her very thin fingers tease at your face, poking and prodding uncomfortably as the tentacle up your ass does even worse things. It shoves further and deeper, not lubricating itself at all, in fact it seems to be drying everything it touches. It is the roughest, driest anal sex imaginable. And you don't have the strength to resist it.
After far too long doing that the devil seems tired of you and drops you down to the floor far below. You're too weak from her draining attacks to spread your wings. You crash into the floor hard, killing your renegade angel body, and everything goes black.
[[Wake Up|EndingPencilPusher]]
<<set $spyjob1 = "fuckedbydevil">>"Johnny, Kristoph, Haroldsen!" The man shouts out. You see three people turn to face him as the names are called out. "I found her, let's get moving."
"Good job Bosco, I think we need to ad 'Elf-Herder' to your titles." You smile sheepishly at the man who found you, apparently this is Bosco. You take in the rest of the group.
Johnny looks quite similar to Bosco, although his hair is shaved off and he seems a few years older, but they are both attired as warriors. He gives you a brief, polite nod.
Kristoph is wearing leather armor and has a full quiver and bow slung over his shoulder. He regards you coldly, and seems annoyed at the delay caused by your absence.
Haroldsen is a bookish looking fellow in a loose blue robe. His long black hair is tied back in a ponytail and he walks with a thick, gnarled staff. If this guy isn't a student wizard you don't know a thing about fantasy tropes.
The wagon is being pulled by two stout draft horses and Kristoph is holding the reigns of a black charger that looks like it could trample a small house. Bosco and Johnny each have their own horses as well, both brown. Haroldsen climbs up on the wagon's seat and takes the reigns. He prods the wagon forward until it is next to you. "Your carriage m'lady," he says, proud of himself for the clever line.
"Thank you," you say, taking his hand up to sit next to him on the driver's bench.
"Hyaa!" Haroldsen calls out without warning. The sudden lurch forward causes you to have to grab onto the mage to avoid falling off. He doesn't appear to mind. Kristoph's horse canters ahead, while Johnny and Bosco take positions behind and to the side of the wagon respectively.
[[And Off We Go!|MercyCleric3]]As you finally get balanced on the wagon's bench seat you take the time to subtly catch up on the quest. After the initial burst of speed the horses slow to a walk, not quite enthusiastic about doing the entire trip at a gallop.
"So uh, hey Haroldsen, where is it we're going again?" You ask innocently and quietly, hoping not to draw attention to the fact that you don't know. <<if $tbonus eq "wife">>He reminds you a bit of Festus, so you cozy up to him, using the excuse to run your hands on his arms. His reaction tells you that you were right, as he would have driven right off the road if the horses didn't know better.<<endif>>
"Our greatest adventure yet!" He bellows<<if $tbonus eq "wife">> as he quickly recovers the reins<<endif>>, drawing the attention of Bosco and Johnny. "The Crown of the Thunder King must be retrieved from his crypt! With it the dwarf clans will unite under one monarch again. Once they stop fighting each other, they'll give General Jared the unified allies he needs to beat back the hobgoblin hordes!" Bosco and Johnny let out a cheer at the motivational speech and although you don't see him, you're sure Kristoph is rolling his eyes at all the noise the rest of the group is making. <<if $tbonus eq "heartbreaker">>You join the cheers as well, doing your best to be one of the group.<<endif>>
"We'll be at the entrance in a few days' travel, I've got the blueprints that will get us by the traps." He gestures to the wagon where it is stored. "Johnny and Bosco will bash anything that's moved in there since the dwarves sealed it, there's always something that thinks old dwarf tombs are a great spot to lurk and wait for adventurers you know, and Kristoph will make sure nothing catches us off guard. With you patching up anything that goes wrong and warding off anything that isn't all the way dead, we can't lose!"
You can't afford that level of blind optimism. Apparently making sure the hobgoblins lose this war is important to the Maker somehow. As your group makes camp for the night you think about how you can help the most.
[[Go over the Blueprints|ClericThief]]
[[Learn to Fight|ClericFighter]]
[[Give the Boys some Motivation|ClericVamp]]You move towards the symbol of the fish. As you do so you see that this creature is only half fish, her upper torso is a lovely female one. She has sea green hair and pointed ears and webbed fingers. The fish part of her is of the brightly colored tropical variety. As you draw nearer you rapidly fall into it and soon find yourself swimming through a lovely, clear sea.
You see white sand beaches ahead and a bright sunny sky above you as you break through to the surface and bask in the sun. You can breathe just fine in the air, although it is not as comfortable as water, so you let yourself sink to just below the surface to enjoy the sun.
You swim closer to the beach and see a group of humans disembarking a small ship on this little island. There are six of them, five men and a woman. The woman appears to be in charge. She has a striking figure and bright pink hair. Her hat is a jaunty tricorn, her white blouse is open halfway down her impressive chest and she appears to be wearing a short black skirt and knee high boots. You poke your head above water and sniff at the air, catching her scent. She smells //fantastic//.
[[Sing your siren song|Pisces2]]"You'll get to work right away." You snap, clapping your hands commandingly. "Fortify the doors, get in defensive positions, train with your bows, get some boiling oil uh..." You glance around. "Wherever it seems like a good place to put it I guess." You think for a moment, "And anything else you need to do to protect us!"
The orcs and ogres scatter and get to work. Soon they're cutting down trees to get lumber to fortify the doors and making crude arrows and spears to throw from the railings down at anything below. Perhaps fortunately they don't bother with the boiling oil, as there isn't anywhere to mount it.
You take it all in and feel a bit better about your chances. You head up to the bedroom to get some rest. As you get there you can't help but gloat to the mirror.
"Well, are you ready to start calling me Mistress?" You taunt him. "Your old one isn't going to survive her homecoming."
"Of course she won't. I mean you have a handful of orcs, what powerful sorceress couldn't handle that?" The mirror says, positively dripping with sarcasm.
"I've got an ogre too." You say crossing your arms and pouting.
"Oh, well that's totally different." The sarcasm hasn't faded at all. "You'll kill her for sure now."
"I will!" You snap.
"Oh I'm not saying you're a liar." The mirror says. You growl and get into bed.
[[The defense begins!|EndingMirrorMirror]]Guards watch you warily as you prance through the halls, but none have the courage to challenge you openly. When you go up the stairs to the Queen's private chambers a few guards try to stop you. "Oh it's fine we're sisters." You say with an airy wave of your hand. They don't seem assured by this so you wave your hand again and they pass out into an instant sleep.
The doors are locked. A tap of your finger causes them to unlock and fly open, making Anna gasp in shock. She was sitting at a desk, frantically going through old scrolls.
"Looking for something important?" You smile. "Some sort of secret name to undo all of my powers perhaps?" You laugh. "It doesn't exist. You can stop." You prance over to her bed and sit down on it, crossing your legs. "You know, it doesn't have to be like this between us my sister." You say sweetly. "You've done wrong of course, but Erik is willing to put the past behind us. Are you?"
"I...yes?" Anna says, somewhat confused, but obviously relieved that a route besides 'die horribly' is being opened for her.
"Good." You say. "Then why not start right now. Make things right." You <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>lift the heavy skirts of your dress and <<endif>>nod down towards your feet. "Start kissing them."
She hesitates. "Or I'll turn you into something so hideous even Erik won't touch you." You hiss at her, suddenly anything but sweet.
That makes her stumble out of her chair and start kissing your feet. "Good sister." You say, patting her head. "Higher. Higher. Higher. You know what to do.
You sit on her bed happily as your sister repeats her husband's performance. She isn't as experienced as he is but she makes up for it with much better knowledge of female anatomy. After several blissful orgasms you let her stop.
"Don't wash yourself. Go to the celebration with that on your face." You say, smiling at the mess you made. You then straighten yourself up and go downstairs.
[[Attend the Celebration|EndingJustaFootNote]]<h1><center>Public Service Announcement</center></h1>"There...there has to be something!" You stammer. "Anything!"
"Well, there might be a way..." The priest begins.
"Yes, yes I'll do it!" You say not even waiting to hear what it is. The priest responds with a monosyllabic grunt of disapproval and leads you from the room. You are taken into what feels like a carriage and you can sense it descending. You hear the noises of the city of Paradise and remove your blindfold, blinking back the light after having your eyes closed for so long, but able to see just fine once you adjust.
You are delivered to a non-descript building that is labeled as a training center for middle management. You wonder what you've been brought here for. Your escort takes your arm and all but drags you inside, announcing you're here to see "Aunt Megan."
After waiting for some time, the guard holding your arm the entire while, a slender female angel emerges and beckons for you to come with her. She is pale skinned with short hair and wearing a rather conservative skirt suit. She takes you into a small conference room and closes the door.
"Strip." She says simply.
Not surprised at anything anymore you gather up the thick robe and pull it off, letting her see your tiny cock and otherwise very female curves.
"Interesting." She reaches down and touches it, causing it to get stubby almost at once. You blush at how small it is. "Hmmm. Yes I think this could work." She nods and turns to press a button on the telephone on the conference table. "Get someone from wardrobe in here."
She turns back to you. "Now my little abomination, you are going to star in a training video that I will direct. I think we can use your body to discourage our soldiers from straying from their paths. I'll get to work on a script and we'll start rehearsing."
//A few months later//
Your formerly straight, long, red hair is now shoulder length and blonde, curled and styled girlishly. You are wearing a bright pink bikini that barely covers your breasts, which have grown a few cup sizes, and the thong is tight and makes it obvious you have a very small cock in there. You are standing on the edge of a swimming pool, bending down and testing the water, your legs and ass look amazing in the pose your wedge heeled sandals force you to take.
A narrator's voice speaks. "This angel thought he could avoid the Maker's laws by running from his duty as a seraph. He was wrong. Even though his punishment has left him without much manhood" the camera zooms in on your crotch. "The maker has found other uses for him."
The scene cuts to a different time when you are walking through a darkly foreboding house wearing a very low cut, very short french maid outfit. A bellowing roar emerges from inside. You are seen to scream and quiver, tits jiggling absurdly, looking panicked. A butler emerges and beckons you. "Boy, the troll heir needs you."
You look terrified as you pick up a large stone phallic object with leather straps at the base, a very primitive strap on and wiggle your way inside. The narrator continues.
"The troll emissaries used to have problems due to their species being attracted only to female humans, and not getting along well with each other. When female troll diplomats arrived alone and sought a Mercy to keep them company, the Maker could not oblige. Now, thanks to him, the lady troll has an endless supply of enjoyment."
The camera cuts to the troll's den, where you are now naked except for your heels, on all fours, gasping in pain as a hideous brute of a woman plows into your backside with the stone dildo.
"Troll relations are at an all-time high right now, so remember angels, no matter how much you want to fight tradition, the Maker always has a course for you."
The camera zooms on in you screaming as the troll queen shoves your face into the pile of hay that she sleeps on as your big tits wobble from the force of her splitting your ass with her stone cock.
The camera than cuts to a very manly angel in a military uniform. "Do your service sons of the Maker. Stay true, stay strong, stay a man."
And the message ends.
You glance up at Megan to see what she thinks. She smiles happily. "I think we've finally got it. All those cuts with the troll heir, it took you awhile to get it right didn't it pet?" She reaches down and runs a hand through your hair. You shiver as you remember Megan's insistence that you couldn't pretend to know what it was like to get pegged by a stone cock you had to actually experience it.
"Come here." She pats her lap and you gladly crawl up from your position at her feet into it. She's been very kind to you, in fact the only one who sort of treats you like a living thing during this whole process. You feel safe on her lap.
She lifts one of your breasts and inspects it almost clinically. "Hmm. I think they've finally stopped growing. Isn't that nice?" She smiles at you and you nod nervously. "They do look so lovely and fat though. I know we've convinced the world that this is your punishment, but I can't help thinking this is a blessing. The Maker is truly great for sending me a boy like you." She leans in and kisses you. "All the things I could never do to a girl, you have to take it don't you?" She laughs as she lets go of your boob and watches it bounce.
"Get to bed, and I want you in that maid outfit when I get back there." She whispers in your ear as she tugs at your fat nipple and slaps your ass possessively. "Let's see how you handle a troll cock when I'm wearing it."
A shy little smile plays across your face. Sure Megan's price for keeping you safe is you in a very girly outfit at all times and fucking your ass with one of her many strapons whenever she wants, but all things considered this really didn't work out so badly. She tweaks your nipple, your signal to get moving, and you hop out of her lap and scurry off to change. You can hardly wait to be screaming under your mistress once again.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingPSA = "yes">>Your gathered forces begin the trek down the mountain and into the jungles below. The fertile land where the mountains the Stedt dwell on block the flow of the mighty Anwara River are thick with trees, flowering plants and mighty jungle creatures.
This is not the first time the Stedt have marched on the jungle. But previously there have been raids at best. Never an invasion. You are in the middle of your people, riding on the rough back of a large beast that is barely domesticated enough to be used for this purpose. Around you your <<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>well-trained<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "fire">>fire-blessed<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "sexy">>beautiful<<endif>> entourage mostly walk on foot, although a few of the stronger ride similar beasts.
<<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>Your force moves as organized and professionally as any group that has emerged from the mountain. And it is much better armed thanks to how you have imparted the knowledge of working the metals of the earth.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "sexy">>Your people have very high morale. The blessing you have given them makes them constantly horny and there are none who refuse sex. In addition to your soldiers many camp followers have come along to support these habits. They walk happily side by side with the combat ready, giving all sorts of encouragement.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "fire">>The fiery nature of your people is not always at home in the thick, wet jungle, but they find the gifts quite useful for burning through thick brush, cooking the birds and beasts they capture quickly, and otherwise asserting their will on the mighty forset.<<endif>>
[[Bring Your Word to the Jungle|CMarku2]]You reach out and grab the reel, keeping the needle to Stevenson's neck with your other hand.
"Oh shit. Oh shit." Stevenson starts swearing when he sees what you're reaching for. "Look just take that, burn it, I can't even watch it. I didn't know he'd go that far! I swear I had no idea! Look just tell him I'll forget about it okay, just tell him I already burned it like I said I would and I'll pay you anything!"
You force Stevenson to take a seat and tie him down with some of the straps and ropes that are all too easy to find in this dark room. You then locate a projector in the film room and point it at the dark wall and load up the reel.
You start to feel queasy as you watch. Goosebumps run over your tense skin as you see Garfield Morgan enter the very room you're in. On the bed, barely conscious, Ashley Morgan lies there. She's obviously stoned out of her mind as she rolls on the sheets laughing. He snaps at her, yelling that he couldn't believe it when one of Stevenson's staff told him his daughter was here, and how deluded that man was to think that Garfield was going to rescue Ashley.
Garfield Morgan's words are vile beyond anything you've ever heard before. He berates her about what a failure she is, what a disappointment. He verbally lashes her for walking around in her liberated clothing, distracting him when she should be looking for a husband. As he strips down he swears at her about giving her what she's wanted all this time, it must be why else would she dress like that around him.
Ashley slowly sobers up throughout the process, confused and lost. When her father is thrusting into her she seems to snap awake and start screaming. His hands clamp over her mouth and she struggles as he rapes her, but eventually loses consciousness again.
Afterwards he shakes her, trying to wake her up again. When she doesn't he walks to the phone and fishes in his pants for a piece of paper. He picks up the receiver and dials the number. "I'm told you solve problems for Mr. Stevenson." He says evenly. "I've got a problem here that I need you to solve. Name your price." He hangs up the phone.
After he's dressed and fixed his appearance, all the while his daughter breathing shallowly on the bed as he doesn't bother to offer her any aid, the door opens and you see China Mike walk in. The two men take Ashley out of the room. The film ends.
You feel sick.
Stevenson is babbling still. [[Listen to him|Grealend]]<h1><center>The Shadow of God</center></h1>"Never." You gasp, lungs not quite able to breath wherever you are.
"Renounce him!" The voice seems further away. You feel a sharp slap across your face. "Renounce him!" The voice seems more desperate now. "Please." It whispers. And then just as it fades you hear it say "She didn't do it..."
Your breath fails. Your heart stops beating. You'll never know why or what happened. And when you die, that's the end of it. Nothing comes for you. No Maker, no Adversary, nothing in between. No afterlife, no second chance.
It's almost as if none of it was ever there.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingShadowofGod = "yes">>Unklangor said these men were movers and shakers so you turn the topic to that. You learn quickly that the male rock lizards are indeed all incredibly wealthy due to being members of a race that is very few in number but with huge ancestral wealth. Apparently only the egg suppliers (Unklangor and his buddies) have rights to property in their culture.
You talk more with Wendy and Charlene, feigning becoming a laughing egg layer with them. Between them bragging about whose mate grew the largest cock last time around (and you being not terribly surprised to find out you win that contest) and learning what you can about the other Krutjan in between.
Wendy lets slip that her mate kept sneaking off and coming back smelling like devils, which she complains about rather vociferously. You eye Wendy's mate and make note of him. He does indeed seem to be a bit more aggressive and ill tempered than the others, and he does seem to be leering at you whenever you glance over to him. Wendy tries to brush that off as his sex organ almost having regrown and being antsy to use it. You aren't so sure.
[[Investigate This Further|BadLizardDoll]]"Kneel? I think not." You say casually, your demeanor making sure everyone understands this man is not a threat to you. As you speak you lift your hands and a gigantic obsidian axe appears in them. Lava drips from it, hissing where it drops on the floor but not harming you at all. "I do not want your pathetic throne. But I will take your head for disrespecting me."
The gathered men and women scramble away from the throne, fearing being caught in the coming fight. Grom roars a challenge and lunges at you. If his people believe that courage is a flaw and dying in battle is a virtue he dies well. If his people believe in intelligence he does not. One swipe of your axe splits the man in half, his sword falling harmlessly to his side.
Just as quickly as it was in your hands your axe vanishes. You turn to face the assembled Stedt
"I am <<print $dname>>." You deep voice rumbles with authority. "I have come to lead you out of this dead end you are in. Will you obey?"
Nervous, timid looks are exchanged but ultimately heads nod and men and women fall to their knees before you.
It's a good enough start, but Grom was clearly no match for you and the people don't seem that terribly impressed that you beat him.
[[Get to work|CinderWork]]
<<set $mkcinder = "dead">>It's very late when you get back to Bower's office. As you you expected, the man is asleep at his desk, empty flask beside him. You don't have time to wait for him to be sober, so you fill a glass of water and dump it over his head.
He splutters and protests and jerks awake, blinking he looks at you. "Crazy broad!" He stammers, reaching for a towel that isn't there to wipe off his face. "What'd you do that for?"
"Stevenson." You say, perching on the edge of Bower's desk. "What do you know about him?"
"Stevenson?!? Stevenson!! You wake up me up to ask about that old fart?!?" Bower stands, incensed, and makes a threatening movement towards you. You hop off the desk and he misses wildly.
"He owns one of the movie studios - Unicorn." Bower says, sinking back into his chair and reaching for his empty flask, which he shakes a few drops out of.
"How would I get a meeting with him?"
"You wouldn't." Bower says unhelpfully, at which point he falls back unconscious.
[[Deal with this in the morning|GDay3]]You hop into the UFO. "Where are we headed?" You ask.
"The Minaret." The alien points out the window. In the middle of the city you see a towering spire, it stretches up into the glare of the sky above you until you can't quite focus on it anymore, far, far higher than any other structure.
"Tall." You say dumbly.
"It's where the magic happens." The alien angel grins as the UFO climbs through the sky up the tower. "There are all these sexy angel girls that work here, some of them are like, spies or something. Us Clockers got the 700s."
You realize he means the 700th floor and up. Your jaw drops as you realize this means they take up a hundred floors of a gigantic tower in heaven. Nudging evolution in the right direction is hard work it appears.
The UFO pulls into a hangar near the 734th floor. The alien hops out and offers you a hand down, which you take.
"So, uh, here." He tosses you what looks like a fluffy white bathrobe. "Uh just put it on ya know. We'll get you all fixed up later. You gotta see your lab first though man!" His enthusiasm is a bit infectious, you tie up the robe and follow him into the building.
[[Show me what I'm Working With|ClockS3]]"Okay so this is your lab." The alien angel leads you to a large shiny door with a #314 above it. "Three fourteen, that's you. This door will open for you and the higher ups, but nobody who shouldn't get in." He opens the door and gasps. "Oh sweet Maker!" He seems shocked.
Worried you rush to his side and look in. The lab is gigantic, with all sorts of items you couldn't even start to guess the purpose of, but what draws your attention is the female form in the tight white dress that currently has her back to the door. The dress barely covers her backside and she is wearing a pair of shiny thigh high white boots with a three inch heel. The dress is sleeveless, and her long red hair flows down to her lower back.
She whirls about as she hears you, a few items flying off the table. She has a cute face and looks dismayed to see you. "Oh no! No!" She stammers. "I'm not done! I'm not done yet! Please don't fire me! I'll finish organizing right away I swear!"
"Oh come on." The alien angel relaxes visibly as he sees this. "They gave you a Mercy? Ugh and she's fucking gorgeous too. Goddamn you man." He shakes his head and glares at you. "I guess she's gonna explain this to you then. Man." He seems quite frustrated his lab didn't come with a built in hot lab assistant. "I'm in 315 if you need anything." He fumes and storms out, the door sliding shut behind him automatically.
You realize you are now alone with your gorgeous red-headed lab assistant.
[[Hey Baby|ClockerFlirt]]The days go by slowly at first, and then start to blur together. You become intimiately familiar with every inch of Julia's tower as you keep it cleaned, shiny, and spotless. The chief maid is a rather strict, almost asexual taskmaster and no amount of wiggling or begging can get her to lighten up on you. Julia passes you sometimes in your toils, smiling and telling you how pretty you look, sometimes even giving you a light kiss when nobody else is around, but always leaving far too quickly.
Despite how long and hard you work, your dress is imprevious to dirt and wrinkling, and your makeup and hair remain flawless at all times. A gift from Julia, no doubt, but it doesn't do you any favors with the other maids. They whisper seditiously about 'Julia's Pet' even going so far as to make up the //scandalous// suggestion that Julia may have strayed from the maker and become interested in women.
You aren't sure how to react at first. Your knee jerk reaction is to protect your Holy Mistress, but as you think about it though, you realize that spreading a bit of gossip might end you up someplace more interesting. After all, being magically trapped to serve as a pretty maid for a sexually inhibited Archmage isn't really what lust demons were made for!
Then again, it would be a pity to lose her, and much more fun to get through her little hangups.
What to do ... what to do ...
[[Stay Loyal to Julia, Wait for Her to Come to You|SubsucObeyJulia]]
[[Do Whatever You Can to Make Your Life More Interesting|SubsucObeySelf]]"So come and get it." You purr, beckoning them to you with a wiggle of your finger and a swivel of your hips. They don't need to be told twice.
The slender demons come to you, rubbing their long thin fingers together, mouths stretching unnaturally wide as they come to you. One stands behind you, running his fingertips along your thighs and hips, the other in front of you, fingers pinching at your sensitive breasts. You moan happily as you feel a cock poking into your backside and another into your stomach. Your own pair of long hard cocks starts to harden as well, showing your interest.
"Down girl." The demon in front of you hisses. You drop to your knees and know what he wants. You open your mouth and let him slide his cock past your thick lips. "Suck." He commands. Like he had to say anything. In a moment you are slobbering and bobbing your head like the sex demon you are.
The slender demon behind you drops to his knees and shoves his cock rudely into your tight little ass. It hurts, but the pain is exquisite. You can tell there will be no lasting damage. He fucks you roughly as his partner thrusts his cock into your mouth. You are on all fours now being spit roasted by the pair of slender devils, their long thin fingers squeezing and pinching your body just to tease you as they start to slobber cum inside you.
They cum over and over, and so do you, spraying it underneath you from your twin cocks as they cum in your mouth and ass. Entire life cycles of lemures go by as the three of you fuck, they switch positions and take turns from the other side, not giving you a choice, you find you don't want any.
Finally they stop, exhausted. They collapse on either side of you, you drop into a pool of your own cum and the devil's panting for breath from all the cock you've sucked.
"Yeah, she qualifies." One says to the other as they laugh to each other. "Come and meet the boss."
[[Meet the New Boss|Lust3]]
<<set $sucpref = "sub">>"Well well if it isn't my favorite little chubster." She says, rounding the corner and seeing you rolling about in the pit, looking for your next meal. You squeal nd try to roll away, but she flaps her wings and pounces on you.
"Not so slow my little piggy. I need your taste testing services." She says, her claws pinning your flabby arms to the ground as she crouches over you. She has dark red skin, a beautiful face, long violet hair, and an out of this world body with a long reptilian tail and bat-like wings. She is wearing a white cloth apron and a chef hat.
From out of thin air she produces a very large cookie jar and starts pulling them out, shoving them into your mouth and laughing as you gobble them down. "Oh is my little piggy hungry?" She laughs. "I bet you are. You're so flabby you can't do anything but eat can you?" Her words sting but you can't stop letting her stuff your face. "Have some chocolate chip, some peanut butter, some oatmeal..haha just kidding that's way too close to healthy, it's just more chocolate chip!" She says shoving it down your throat just slightly faster than you can comfortably chew.
Your form expands you eat so fast, your belly bulging out and more folds of fat growing from your sides, arms, legs, your entire body.
"Oh you're getting so big." She pats your belly. "When are you due? Oh I'm sorry I thought you were pregnant. No you're just fat, aren't you?" She chuckles and shoves another cookie in your mouth. "Ah, so fat and useless, you'll never get taken seriously. But hey at least you can always play with your big titties. I mean, you can't possibly reach your dick. If you even still have one under all that fat." She chuckles and starts jiggling your fatty boobs around.
Eventaully, her jar runs out and she gives a dissappointed "oh" as she reaches into it and finds it empty, so she shoves the empty jar in your mouth and hops off of you. "Well, I sure hope nothing comes along and takes advantage of you as you're stuck here too fat to move." She laughs. "Don't worry, you're gross, nothing will." She gives you a kick and sends your round body rolling away, laughing as you helplessly try to save yourself.
[[Not quite the life you should have led was it?|dignominy]]You don't see that you have much choice in the matter. The fact that you're dealing with a man who apparently was disciplined for killing and raping too viciously in the service of the Maker is not a little horrifying. The last thing you want is this guy mad at you. Time to make friends. With your boobs.
They're already hanging out so all you need to do is acquire the second bit of the requirement, his cock. You see he isn't getting it out for you and you know what that means. You undo his belt and pants and carefully pull them down revealing a startlingly huge member. It has to be at least ten inches long and two inches around. You start thinking to yourself compared to what else he could have asked you to do, this was actually nice of him. Thankfully your tits are more than big enough to wrap around it and he moans happily as he thrusts into them. You are forced to lean back a little to let his cock push into your big tits.
"Hold them together." He commands you. You obey instantly, stifling the urge to apologize for not doing it already. As you crush your smooth soft tits around his cock he smiles and seems to visibly relax.
"Thank you..." He moans happily in his deep voice. "This job just kills me...this...yeah...this shit is what keeps me going. Oh yeah..." He moans happily as his cock starts to twitch. He moans out loud and you brace yourself but...nothing comes out.
His cock throbs and pulses and heats up your mammaries, but doesn't spray. It starts to shrink as if he had just orgasmed and he smiles at you and puts it back in his pants. "Thank you Miss Cookie." He says. You pout and resist the urge to tell him it's Candy.
You glance at yourself, but are completely clean. Wolf chuckles down at you. "No wasting seed. Remember?" He says as he offers you a hand up which you graciously take. Getting to your feet on your own in these heels would be nearly impossible. "Not that we have any. Reproduction is for mortals. Thank the Maker."
You bend over to get your bra, correctly guessing that that would earn you a slap on your ass, which for some reason you find endearing. You wiggle back into your bra and button up your shirt again as Wolf hits the floor again. The buttons on the elevator make absolutely no sense to you, each with an arcane symbol that you've never seen before. Thankfully Wolf seems to know how it works.
The elevator quickly dings. As the doors open you see what looks a lot like the image of a frantic business. Women dressed like you scurry about to perform seemingly meaningless tasks while men in expensive suits yell angrily for things to get done sooner.
"New girl!" Wolf shouts out, drawing a few appreciative eyes, although none of the other Dolls seem to throw you a look at all. You notice none of them seem to be quite as curvy as you and you don't see anyone else with pink hair.
As he turns to get off the elevator, Wolf gives you a cheerful wink, and then turns to rush off to his office.
[[Well...into the Pool we go...|OfftheElevator]]<<set $wolf = "veryhappy">>"I can do it!" You say quickly, eyes widening at the chance for an adventure that nobody else has ever had. "Send me in."
Gloria shakes her head. "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" You say. "Send me in!"
"You understand that you'll probably never come back. Hell for all we know you'll get shredded the second you walk through and have no choice but to Fall!"
"I'll risk it!" You say, your sense of heroism rising.
Gloria takes a deep breath. "Okay. It's your soul." She seems to admire you quite a lot for your choice. "Fine." She stands up and walks over to you and takes your hands. "There's no point in sending anything with you. It won't survive the trip." She takes a deep breath and leads you over to a corner of the office where a large tube like structure is in place.
"This will take you to the entrance." She says. "Good Luck."
[[To The Unknown|FallOut2]]You look around at the Stedt men. They live a harsh life, a rugged existence. They don't have access to sugar or high fructose corn syrup or transfats. They don't sit in front of televisions all day. They are lean, cut, rugged muscular men and their cocks tend to hang rather low in this hot climate.
How could you possibly have just one?
You stand in front of the fire and spread your arms. "Men of the Stedt, come enjoy the rewards of loyalty." You say with tender invitation. They are a bit nervous at first but one approaches you from the front and glances you up and down. He is built like a mountain himself, a full head taller than you and built like he could bench press a tank. When you don't smite him he steps in closer and reaches those massive arms around you and grabs your ass with both, squeezing hard and sending ripples of joy through you.
"That's the spirit." You encourage him, stroking his muscular chest as he lifts you up. "Oooh nice and strong aren't we?" You say with a smile, as he supports your weight with his powerful arms. You're worried you're going to fall back though, but that worry is allayed as an equally strong man has come up from behind you and supports you there.
With two hands hooked under your thighs and another set on your lower back and ass you are held up as the two men begin to love you. The one behind nibbles at your neck and shoulders while the one in front of you lunges straight into sampling your milk. As he sucks his eyes grow wide as the narcotic aphrodisiac effect you have runs through him. His cock bulges now, pressing up against your legs as his need grows faster and faster.
He can't help himself as he spread yours legs and enters your wet pussy. He glides in easily, your demonic nature accomadating his size easily and then squeezing tight around him to make lovely wet friction as he stuffs you full. Meanwhile the man behind you is holding you up slightly higher and spreading your thick ass cheeks apart to find a home for his own massive erection.
You grin as he pushes himself in, finding it just as wet and ready as your pussy. And it's just as sensitive too if not more so. You give the men a few words of encouragement which is all they need to both start fucking you hard, rocking you back and forth between them. As you lean back against the one the other is sucking your milk and this is keeping him hard even as he busts deep inside you almost instantly. The one behind you fucks you slower and steadier and keeps holding you up. The man in front nearly passes out the fifth time he comes and staggers to the side, another man quickly takes his place and screams with joy as he experiences fucking you.
The man behind you cums in your ass and collapses himself, causing you to fall forward on top of the man in front of you, landing on him and now riding his cock, you drop to all fours on top of him. You feel yet another man take his spot behind you fucking your ass.
You need more. More! You see a man watching wide blatant lust and beckon him over and suck his cock into your thick lips. You'll need him hard and ready for you when the others tire. This cycle goes on for hours, one man under you fucking your pussy, another behind with his cock hilted in your ass, and a third enjoying the most incredible blowjob he'll ever have.
They stagger off drained, exhausted, muttering your name in awe and praise. <<print $dname>> has indeed found favor here. As you lie in a pile of exhausted men you smile and rub your belly happily. You can feel lives growing in there. Many, many lives.
[[The Winter Passes|CundaBirth]]
<<set $cundababy = "all">>
<<set $power += 1>>The days pass very slowly as you spend your time helping Johnson with all of his record keeping duties. He is happy in his work, although not terribly good at it and you find that you are very easily able to significantly increase his performance. He flirts with you constantly in a very non-threatening manner, almost always ending with blushing and backing off. He never oversteps his boundaries. By the end of it you're wearing sweat pants and loose tops to work and walking around barefoot with your hair back in a normal ponytail.
One day you have a visitor and are surprised to see Della standing there. She sighs and shakes her head.
"Really Miss Candy" She sighs. "I give you a body like that and you say thank you with sweat pants." She shakes her head. "Still, you uh, actually did a very good job as an assistant here. So you're done with your penance. Follow me, I'm taking you to your next assignment."
She takes you down the elevator back to the comfortable room you first met her in. "Up the stairs sweetie." She says, giving your body one more lingering glance. "Such wasted potential..." She mutters. "Shoulda made 'em bigger...next one will be bigger..." She starts plotting and you quickly make your escape up the stairs.
[[Meet Gloria|Mortal2]]<<set $formerdoll = "yes">>//Five Years Later//
You are chained in a secret chamber deep in the Cathedral. Very small, intricate, mithril links cover your otherwise naked body, confining you to a sacred circle in a hidden chamber. Your existance has been kept a powerful secret as your influence spread throughout the land. You've had visits from religious men and women, political men and woman, powerful warriors, magnificent sorceresses, and all other walk of influential persons.
They all love you. You bring every single one of them to the heights of pleasure with your body and your magic. Your magic is no longer quite demonic. It has become something unique, neither holy nor unholy. You are a mirror of the desires of the one on top of you, you draw from their own lust to fuel your magic. You drain your power from the people and as such your influence is more a decidedly neutral shade of gray than divine or blasphemous.
The right to enjoy your services for even a few hours becomes one of the highest honors in the One True Church, and their teachings are corrupted to your visions. Submission and Domination are the highest virtues. You are the embodiment of what the Dominant strive to possess.
The meek and mild-mannered are slowly removed from power as time passes. Only the Dominant have the right to rule, as only the Dominant have the right to enjoy you. They come and love you, viciously, unrelentingly, and your power grows from every sharply inhaled breath and scream of pain and pleasure.
After several years of this, the Maker sends a divine host to inspect what has become of his formerly faithful planet. The leader of the Seraphs is taken to see you. He is told he simply has to see to understand.
When he enters your hidden chamber he understands. You see the pain in his eyes as every ounce of his being fights with his sense of duty and purpose. You crawl over to him and whisper what he can do to you. His duty and purpose are shattered.
He fucks you like a captive slave demon, he fucks you like a revered angel, he fucks you in every orifice and his strong hands leave deep marks on your skin wherever he strikes you. He works out centuries of repressed desire on your perfect body. When he steps back finally, he does not look horrified, he looks at peace. He is one of yours now.
It is a similar situation when a force of devils attempts to conquer the world. Their leader is brought to you, told you are a tribute for her. By the time she leaves she is one of yours as well.
Angels and Devils and other cosmic beings are free to come and go, provided they follow your ways. The truly Dominant are brought to you, and given the right to power. The truly Submissive are enjoyed by those around them. It is a paradise.
Your influence spreads slowly to other planets, mixing with worship of the Maker and the Adversary slowly and insiduously. The highest prize in the universe is a session with you. Those who are not inclined that way will find joy in submitting to others. It is a philosophy that hardly conflicts with either of the other true powers, and it is usually not noticed until it is too late.
[[Assume Your Rightful Place|EndingSlaveGoddessApotheosis]]You have no idea what is compelling you to save a devil's life. She's a thief and a liar and a self-serving corrupter of the innocent. But she's sentient and something in you can't stand to see her in pain. You remember what she said about what her devil masters would do after her failure in her first assignment. She has time. She can change. Perhaps with just a single act of mercy. "Thank you." She whispers as she loses consciousness.
You quickly apply pressure and perform emergency medical actions to her. Some of the illicit goods nearby prove to be helpful and in a few moments you have her stabilized. In great pain, but stabilized. You glance about and see a group of people rushing towards you. At first you think they're coming for you and Katy, then you realize they are boarding the transport ship. And they appear to be in quite a hurry.
You scoop Katy up in your arms and rush to join them. The captain tells you that alarms are going off inside the casino and an evacuation has been ordered. You ask if he can take your friend with him. He hesitates but agrees, then tells you you had better come to. Whatever is happening in the station will shut it down for good.
You realize you might be stranding yourself here if you don't leave now. And you aren't thrilled at the idea of leaving your injured succubus alone with them. You board the transport. As it leaves you hear explosions rocking the casino. Whatever it was that Seven had planned it ended with a bang.
[[Escape|KGood2]]Feeling very ill at ease you sit down in the loveseat. The woman hosting this bizarre meeting sits down on a matching loveseat next to yours.
"Well, it's certainly nice to have a visitor who still has her brain working." She says sweetly and pleasantly. "I do hope you'll forgive the mask, I don't entirely trust my air filters." She doesn't seem to think much of the fact that you aren't wearing one. "I'd offer you a drink, but I don't expect you'd actually drink it." She laughs as if she's just told a whimsical joke.
"Oh, forgive me. Won Hyo-jin." She flourishes her hands as if curtsying while remaining seated. "And you are?"
You don't see any point in lying. It's not like she'll be able to learn anything about you if she knows your name. "Kayla." You say simply. "Just Kayla." She nods pleasantly and you get the feeling you have the chance to control the conversation here.
It's too late to be hostile. You think over your options.
[[Be Polite|GQpolite]]
<<if $tbonus eq "heartbreaker">>[[Be Catty and Taunt Her While Faking Friendliness|GQTaunt]]<<endif>>"Oh stop being menacing and just get it over with!" You snap, involuntarily sticking out your lower lip and pouting.
"Don't gotta tell me twice." Cousin Steve says, bending you down over the examination table and unzipping his pants. He finds some substance, you don't want to think too much about what it could be, and squirts it into your plump little ass, quickly followed by his dick.
After taking the huge prick of the rock lizard he seems small by comparison and its almost a relief. Like his cock is scratching an itch instead of stuffing you full. You smile and figure this is easy. Cousin Steve seems to think you're loving it and is encouraged to pound in faster and faster. He is rocking you quite a bit and the sensation of your tits jiggling about isn't entirely pleasant but it isn't too long before he's moaning and making orgasmic noises and pulling out. Wow, what were you so worried about. "Well that was..." You say straightening up, but then find yourself shoved back down again as Agent Selite takes his spot. Once again you find his cock very easy to take and a pleasant buzzing sensation fills your body as he fucks you. When he finally quits you actually feel much better.
"Wow, that was great. Thanks!" You blurt out not thinking.
The two exchange looks. "Definitely a ten." They say at the same time.
They tell you to finish getting dressed. The lacy lilac thong you are forced to pull almost halfway up your asshole to get the strings to ride right on your hips, and you find the big lacy lilac push up bra makes your boobs look even more appealing and big. The plaid schoolgirl style skirt is pleated but doesn't do a whole lot to disguise your bulge, which is apparently the point, and the short sleeved white blouse only buttons about halfway up leaving your cleavage and bra exposed. The shoes are transparent platformed heels, which takes your outfit from inappropriate schoolgirl costume to inapporpriate schoolgirl stripper act. The last two things in the bag are two hair ties, the men tell you to put your hair up in pigtails, which you do.
"Perfect. She's perfect." Cousin Steve says rubbing your ass affectionately.
[[Perfect for What?|SpyJob2]]
<<set $spyjob1 = "lilacsissy">>It is your second day in this body and on this assignment.
Yesterday you visited the Hourglass theater and learned that Ashley was worried about being stalked by something supernatural. Gloria cleared up that this wasn't the case though. Maybe the paranoia was drug induced. Or maybe there was something totally human following her.
You also <<if $jailvisit eq "lawyer">>visited the homeless guy known as the Trashman in jail and learned that his sleazeball lawyer, who works closely with a local drug dealer, tricked him into pleading guilty.<<endif>><<if $jailvisit eq "trashman">>visited the Trashman in jail and found out that he got chased away from the area by a few enforcers who work for a drug dealer named China Mike.<<endif>><<if $copsvisit eq "thomas">>You went to the local precinct and found out that Ashley Morgan was employed in high class orgies at a very wealthy mansion somewhere in town, and that this may have had something to do with her killing.<<endif>><<if $copsvisit eq "badgebunny">>You then fucked the local sergeant and got him all worried about a sweet innocent whore like you falling into the same trap as Ashley, being recruited for orgies by one of the millionaires who live in San Angeles and murdered when you learned too much.<<endif>>
Today you need to get into a much more in depth investigation. Whatever you choose today will take up the entire day, and maybe longer, so you'd better be sure of what you want to do! You may not get another chance!
You could [[investigate the mansions|G2mansions]] and see what you can come up with regarding Ashley's moonlighting as a high class escort.
Or you could [[crack down on China Mike and his gang|G2street]] and at the very least make Oakgrove a nicer place to be.
Of course Gloria says that the ghost in the Hourglass didn't have anything to do with this, but maybe you should go [[see if she's right about that.|EndingShowMustGoOn]]Della looks into the crystal ball and giggles for several long seconds. This makes you more than a little uncomfortable as the crystal ball appears completely empty to you. You stand to walk over to her when she finally finishes.
"Well." She says turning to face you again, her hands pressed together in front of her. "You certainly enjoy the direct approach but it looks like intimidation and motivation sure isn't your thing." She then glances up as if beseeching a favor of someone. "Can I?" She asks rubbing her hands together eagerly. "Oh c'mon you saw what she did! Oh thank you! Thank you!" She practically squeals.
"Now, hold still." She grins. "Like you have a choice."
She points two fingers at you, one at each of your hands and then flicks her wrist up. As if bound by invisible ropes your hands shoot up in the air and are held above your head. You struggle but find that your feet are stuck to the floor and your hands are stuck above your head.
"Oooh feisty. No wonder you got picked for one of my Dolls." What? Dolls? You open your voice to speak and a quick zipped lip motion by Della suddenly clamps your mouth shut.
"No, no talking, that's not really your thing either my little show off." Della's finger raises and comes down quickly and your clothes are sliced down the middle and torn right off of you leaving you stark naked.
"Now since you enjoy wiggling your ass at those you're sent to inspire, I think it would be cruel if I didn't give you more to work with..." Her tongue sticks out of her mouth as if she is concentrating. Her hands make an hourglass motion in front of you, over and over, expanding each time and you feel your hips widening further and your ass growing obscenely behind you. She finally stops and fans herself. Apparently she didn't expect it to grow so much. "Oh my, oh yes, you are so easy to shape, you are going to be quite popular when I'm done with you."
"Now let's just soften this whole image up a little..." She holds her hands up in front of her and twists them like she is adjusting dials. As you feel your muscles shrinking and a layer of non-threatening soft, fat growing over your muscles you also feel as if she is tweaking both of your nipples at the same time.
The involuntary squeal and accusatory glare you give her is met with only a mocking grin. "Get used to it." She purrs. Her eyes trace up your body to rest on your rather sore feeling nipples. "Hmm. May as well give the boys a bigger target..." She cups her hands in front of herself repeatedly. As she does, your breasts swell in front of you, going from 'noticeable' to 'impossible to miss.' Despite their enormous size they are unnaturally round and display only enough sag to jiggle pleasantly, and they cause you no strain in your back at all, amazingly enough.
The next thing Della does is reach out and mime putting lipstick on you, which you feel causes your mouth to puff up a bit. Your lips swell as they become more plump, and they now make a distinctively lewd O-shape when you pout. She then raises her hands and makes quick motions that cause your hair to fly about as it changes. You can't see what she does though, until a few strands of neon pink hair fly in front of your eyes as they settle.
Della steps back and smiles at her handiwork. "Almost done." She nods to herself, obviously proud of her work. "Oh you were so easy to work with, oh I can probably change you every day and not wear out this body of yours, it's just so moldable! It's been ages since I've had such a good subject!" She gushes her enthusiasm as you hang there, stuck to the floor and the air above you, unable to speak.
[[Someone Enjoys Her Work Too Much|BB2]]"Ah, the one who reads." She sneers at you, fire burning in her pale green eyes as the sun creeps through a break in the leafy canopy to reflect off of her black coat. "Have you come seeking our men to breed you?" She spits on the ground.
You laugh in your deep, commanding voice. "No Spear-Lover, I have come to take you for my wife. You will come with me to my civilized stables and raise my children to be proper centaurs once I have filled your belly with my seed."
She exhales sharply, angrily, like the animal she wants to be. She thinks about running for a moment, you can tell, but she snarls and tosses her spear aside. Even a beast like her wouldn't engage in mortal combat over this subject. "Fine, if you wish to be sent home in defeat, come take your best shot." She challenges.
And then the two of you gallop quickly at each other, like jousters without lances who will feel every bit of the pain when your strong bodies collide. You smash into each other hard, she staggers backwards but you don't give her a moment to recover herself, you box at her midsection and pull her hair like a leash, gaining the upper hand quickly and dragging her to the ground. She rolls on her back, four sharpened hooves kicking out at you, catching your sides and underbelly and filling you with adrenaline. You drop to the ground by her side and twist her with your great strength into a kneeling position and then mount her roughly.
She screams with the agony of defeat as you are soon breeding her, but the pain is entirely mental. The contest felt good to both of you as you are both very ready for the sex that follows. She taunts you to love her like a tribal centaur would and you gladly oblige, shutting her mouth with powerful thrusts that nearly shove her into the muddy ground.
The sex is incredible. Her taunts spurn you to greater heights than you could have managed with a civilized filly like Calpho, and you are sure at the end she will bear you at least one child in the spring. As you dismount you smile, still feeling the need to rut. Perhaps you will go to take Calpho after all, you smile at the thought of her beautifying this wild centaur so that your two wives are most pleasing to you. The tribal customs dictate this one must do what you wish, until a stronger male frees her of your control.
You slap her haunches hard. "Go bid your people farewell my wife. I will see you in my stables by the evening tomorrow." She blushes and trots off. You know she will obey.
You stretch yourself out and are congratulating yourself on such a wonderful breeding season when you feel your soul slipping away from this centaurs.
[[Back to Limbo|Zodiac]]Unklangor lays you down in the guest bedroom of his suite, once more praises how well you took his cock, and goes off to his room. He apparently has no interest in sleeping with you again, which would make sense considering his sex organ is currently stuck in your body and not on him.
You awkwardly remove the rest of your clothes and glance down at your body. Your belly is swollen from the cum pumping into you, you look to be a few months pregnant from how distended your belly is. You blink at that, that can't be right. There's only so much cum in a pair of balls no matter how big. Speaking of which...
You reach back and feel the balls dangling from your asshole. They're warm to the touch and you're shocked when you feel your hand touching them. You grab onto the shaft and feel that too. When you attempt to tug it out a wrenching pain goes through your asshole. You gasp as you realize that the spikes it has stuck itself into your anal wall with have made it part of your body. It's like a parasite, draining your body's resources to produce more and more cum to pump into you!!
You stagger to the bathroom, feeling sick. The sickness passes. As you straighten up you see a pair of sharp scissors in the grooming materials. A thought crosses your mind. You could snip off the big balls dangling from your asshole and put an end to this cum being pumped into you...it would be extraordinarily painful, in fact it would feel just like cutting your own balls off, but it may be your only way to not end up so swollen you look like a balloon tomorrow.
[[Grit your teeth and do it|Lizardspysnip]]
[[Chicken out|Lizardspypreggers]]"I'm glad to hear that." Julia says, smiling at you. She's very close. Your enhanced demonic senses can feel her heart pumping and her mind coming up with all sorts of twisted desires, but on top of them are some very basic ones.
She wants you. She's afraid to admit it because the Maker has banned same sex relationships, but she wants you. She's already coming up with justifications for breaking her vows, or rationalizations to get around them. That you're a demon, not a woman, or having you change into a male form in public. But on top of all that, she wants you.
"There are so many things you can help me with." She runs one of her hands up your back and to the back of your head, sliding into your hair and holding the back of your head in a loving embrace. She's pressing up against you now. Her eyes are filled with worry and concern, she looks like she feels trapped, and scared.
"Don't let me kiss you. Stop me." She commands you, as her lips part and she begins to lean in for exactly that. "Stop me please."
She's under no spell. She just really wants this despite all she's been trained to think is right. She's hesitating, you don't have the option to do nothing. You must either force her to stop, or give her a little bit of a demonic nudge.
[[Obey Her, Stop the Kiss|ObeySubSuc]]
[[Disobey, Kiss Her Passionately and Inflame her Passion|CorruptSubSuc]]"How long were you there?" She asks, propping herself up and sitting upright in the tub, breasts now above the surface of the water and cock below. Her boobs look smaller than you remember, and her muscles look much more defined.
"Just a few minutes. Uh, I walked in somewhere around..." you start mimicking her voice and stroking an imaginary cock "oooooh tommmmmmmy!" Now it's her turn to blush and glance away. "Didn't know you uh, thought about me that way April." You chide. "....or that you had a cock." You glance down at the water between her legs. It's soapy and you can't see much. "How have you been hiding that?"
She grins, not embrassed at all. "Well they way you kiss you shouldn't be too shocked I'm thinking about you." She grins. "But uh, yeah dad was right this stuff in the water it really uh, loosens you up." She grins wider, her hand stretching up and lazily petting your leg over your robe. "And today when mom called you write on the dry erase board and you dropped the marker and bent over to pick it up...holy shit I thought your ass was going to burst out of those sweatpants." She gazes at your seated backside, running her tongue over her lips. "And as for the cock, well, it only started getting hard this morning. It was so small before. These changes happen fast."
"You don't say." You mutter dryly, although you had no idea your changes were so obvious, or that you had put on such a show. "...did mom notice?" You ask, sounding alarmed.
April gives you a 'duh' look. "She asked me yesterday if she should start talking to you about your body but I told her to wait. I admit, mostly because I think it's adorable how you think the two women you spend all your time with aren't going to notice that you're growing your own little tits." She laughs. You nearly turn red again in dismay, clutching the robe tight around your chest. Her hand squeezes your leg possessively. "Go on, let's see them." She reaches up.
Your willpower seems to vanish, and part of you really wants to show yourself, this is after all what you came in to discuss. You take a deep breath and stand up, letting robe come undown around you.
"Niiiiiice." April says appreciatively, taking in your deciedly girly form. "They're not so little any more though. Oooh let's compare." She practically leaps out of the tub and before you know it she is standing right in front of you. She's just barely taller than you, either she's grown or you've shrunk as you used to be the exact same height, and as she puts her hands on your shoulders and aligns your bodies you feel how strong she's become.
"Oh wow you are bigger than me." She says, impressed, staring down at your milky white breasts. It's not that yours are so huge, but hers are practically non-existant anymore. "I guess you can have my old bras I don't think I need them anymore. Not that they'd fit, my chest is way wider now." She laughs, teasing you. She then steps back and glances down at your cock and then at hers. Hers is starting to get hard again, and the close proximity and all the lovely flesh you're being exposed to has you sporting a little chubby as well. "Although I think I win down here..." she says.
"Don't rub it in." You grump. "It's like, really going fast. It used to be bigger..."
"Oh I know, I used to be able to feel it when we started kissing." She smiles. "I sort of stopped feeling it a few days ago. That was my fist clue. Mmmmm." She smiles and takes you in again. "You're going to be incredibly sexy, god I can already tell. Looks like you're going to be built more like Grandma Kelly. God I bet she was a knockout when she was young." Your dad's mother is someone you've only known through pictures, but she did always have a bit of Bettie Paige to her looks. You gulp a bit nervously.
"Well I guess I won't have to worry about being the ugly one." You try to find a silver lining. You are about to say something else when your sister startles you.
Without warning she reaches out and starts stroking your cock, grabbing it tightly provoking a yelp of protest from you. "Shhhhhh" she says commandingly, putting her spare finger on your lips. "I'm just making sure...c'mon help me." She grabs your hand and pulls it down to her cock and wraps her fingers around yours as she makes you jerk her off.
You are starting to breathe heavily and sweat a little. The arousal from having your sensitive little prick touched and the taboo delight of stroking off your sister's cock have you quite confused and turned on. "April..." You start, but she just shhh's you again.
"Let's race." She says with a lusty grin. "First one to make the other cum wins. Go!"
And she's off and you're scrambling to catch up. Her tugging at your cock is making your tits jiggle in a way that you are all too aware of and she is too from where her eyes are locked. You're both moaning soon as you have to put a hand on her shoulder for support, feeling your knees weaken. You decide to show her what years of touching your own cock have taught you and intensify your technique and soon she's the one practically losing her balance.
You are on the verge of winning and you know it, you grin triumphantly but she pulls out a dirty trick. She suddenly bends over and takes one of your engorged little nipples into your mouth and sucks hard and then bites down with just enough pressure that you feel it.
You have one of the most mind shattering orgasms of your life. You are literally seeing flashes in front of your face as your entire body seems to light on fire and waves of joy and pleasure wash out from your cock and your tits and cause to feel like you are melting. You spray, hard, all over Aprils hand and midsection as you have to take a seat on the edge of the tub again, dazed from how hard you just came. "Wow..." You gasp.
"Wow is right." April says, impressed at your reaction, "But I owe you payback..."
"What?" You glance up still in a daze. April's hand has wrapped around her own cock and is now frantically jerking it off, and you realize too late its right at face level. "This is for spraying me!" She says as she cums hard right in your face!
You scream just a second too late and by the time your hands are up she's already spent her load. It all got on you, the first large glob smacking you right in the nose, and two more landing on your chest, one right above your nipple and the other right between your cleavage.
"Stop!" She commands, grabbing your hands.
[[Get Molested More|GemS222]]You have to catch up to the vivacious young thing as your <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>tight corset and long skirts<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>very high heels and unsupported breasts<<endif>> prevent you from running at top speed the way she does. When you reach the top of the stairs a good half a minute after she does she is waiting for you and shaking her head quite disappointed. "I don't see why they're so scared of you." She says.
"Well when someone makes you dress like an adult you might." You say with a snippy tone, not used to being dressed down by a teenager.
She laughs, obviously not buying that. <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>"That dress looks lovely on you." She says, staring at your red and black gothic gown with something very different than jealousy. "But I like to avoid them when I can."<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>"I'm not a fan of dresses in the first place." She says, "And while I don't mind you strutting around dressed like that you wouldn't catch me dead out in public wearing a few scraps of black silk and calling it clothes." Apparently it wasn't jealousy in her eyes when she stared at you earlier.<<endif>>
"Well, you might not want to dress like me but I think there's a few things I do that you should learn to imitate." You say with a charming smile. "What is that you've heard about me exactly?"
She shrugs, "That you're an evil, ugly witch." She glances you up and down and regard your face again. "The ugly part was definitely wrong." You are taken aback a bit. Is she hitting on you? You recover your composure.
"Well, thank you." You say with a smile. "But I think you have potential to join the family business, wadda ya say you wanna learn a few tricks?"
"Wow really?" She says, suddenly enthusiastic. "Yeah, absolutely!!"
[[Teach her some magic|TiffWitch2]]You look at the scissors, even holding them for a moment. But you can't bring yourself to do it. The idea of cutting off what would feel like your own balls is just too much for you.
Wincing at the sting from feeling your own cowardice, you prepare yourself for a night of sleep with a parasitic cock shooting rock-lizard cum into your ass.
Your dreams are very unusual.
[[You dream of being pregnant|PreggersSpy]]
[[You dream of being reptilian|LizardSpy]]You slowly turn and face your abductor. She has a stunningly beautiful, aqua blue face and a lovely, subtly curvy body wrapped in a shimmering white evening dress with a sweetheart neckline. Two large angelic wings hang at her back, reaching down to her ankles, and a halo hangs over her head. The disintegration ray appears to have been tucked into her clutch but still trained on you.
"If you're hunting renegades I suspect the fellow at the table over there is higher on the list than me." You say, wondering if this woman has fallen for your disguise a little too well.
"Oh I'm sure of that. Considering you aren't on the list at all." She says quietly. "Move."
Without much choice she guides you into one of the VIP lounges nearby. As she moves you notice that her dress is not cloth, but a cloud of mist that trails just behind her body as she walks, giving tantalizing glimpses of her aqua blue flesh as she moves gracefully in her stilettos.
The VIP lounge is very dark but you can see quite well in it, as you suspect can she. She motions for you to sit on the edge of a u shaped couch and she sits on the opposite side, facing you, clutch purse containing the disintegration ray still pointed at you.
"So." She says. "What brings you to Seven's little party?"
[[Stick to Your Cover Story|VishnaWork]]
[[Tell a Taunting Lie|VishnaPissOff]]
[[Tell the Truth|Zap!]]The programmed sunrise comes over the digital ocean that you and Vishna can see out the window of your imperial suite. You are sitting up against the extremely soft pillows on the headboard, basking in the luxury of the slightly vibrating bed that is also massaging you. Vishna is cuddled up to your side, naked as she has been ever since the door closed the first time.
She may have played at wanting you to take it easy and be romantic, but as a Herald she knew what she was in for when she agreed to come upstairs with you and once you melted the ice what followed was nearly a full day of some of the most mind blowing sex you could possibly imagine. You both know what every inch of the other tastes like, you've ordered every toy off the extensive room service sex menu and your bodies are thoroughly worn out and debased in every conceivable way.
"I think that means our week is just about up." You say nodding towards the sunrise. Vishna makes a whining moan and nuzzles into you more. You laugh and stroke her dark blue hair. "Not to worry my dear, we're both heading back to the same Heaven after all, I'm sure we'll see each other again." The two of you kiss one last time before its time to depart.
[[Time to Leave Heaven...and Return to Paradise|SpyJob2]]You take Gabby to her new home, a subway car just a few down from yours.
"So yeah, you get to stay here, the uh, formerly public bathroom at the stop down there is all of ours now and um, you know, wanna fuck?"
"Definitely." She says without hesitation, jumping on you and tackling you down to her bed. An hour with a double ended strap on later the two of you snuggle up and pass out together.
Sometimes the two of you spend time playing with each other at night, sometimes you don't, it's no big deal. Gabby is very popular and sees other people sometimes, which you don't mind at all, even though you don't have any particular interest hooking up with anyone else it's nice knowing that you could if you wanted.
[[Get back to work|BEFZ]]<<set $gabby = "buddy">>The two women fall in on either side of you. You feel a bit out of place, still with your obviously dyed blonde hair and trailer park hottie outfit. They seems to sense your discomfort.
"Should we let her change?" One asks.
"She's only going to the classroom." The other responds, just a hint of mischievousness in her voice. "Besides it will show her willingness to negotiate with everything she's got. It'll be like bonus points."
A warm hearted chuckle is the response from the woman to your left who shakes her head and gives you a reassuring look. "You'll be fine," she says, "You won't be in this form much longer anyway."
The women lead you to a room that is shaped like an atrium. Various desks are arranged in various levels in a half circle facing a central podium. The desks are occupied by fairly 'normal' looking angel women, most of them similar in appearance to you.
"Get in there." Your guide says. "Day one, don't be late." Feeling a sense of responsibility, you follow along and find a seat in the middle. The other young angels look about awkwardly, sharing shy smiles with you.
Just as you are starting to wonder if you should ask a hush falls on the room and what has to the be instructor walks in.
She is about the same height as you, but your eyes are drawn above her head where the outline of a closed eye floats. It seems her halo has a special design. She appears as a tanned skin human, and you do a double take as you realize she has four arms. She moves so gracefully though that you hardly noticed anything was unusual at first.
She is wrapped in a simple sari. Her body is slender, her feet bare, her curly hair is up in a thick ponytail. Her eyes draw your attention next, they are sparkling, mischievous and extremely wise.
"Welcome first timers." You glance about the room and count about twenty other young angels. "I am Regina. I am sure you have many questions, but now is not the time for asking, now is the time for absorbing knowledge. I will teach you what you need to know to excel in this profession."
"Do we really get trumpets?" A nervous angel up front calls out. She appears to be wearing overalls. Nervous laughter comes from some of your classmates.
"Perhaps." Is the unhelpful reply. "There are dozens of tools you must learn. Now, pay attention."
[[Learning Montage!|Herald3]]You find yourself on a lower floor. Things are much less glamorous here. Things seem a lot more mundane and routine than on the higher levels. Your exotic appearance draws a lot of appreciative, lingering stares, but these are more the glances of dispirited men who know a woman as hot as you will reject them, as opposed to the powerful stares of predators you felt above.
Johnson is whistling happily as you walk into his office. It's small, but very cozy with many signs that it has been lived in for a very long time. There is a small fountain in the corner, many plants, and an orange tabby cat purrs happily and rubs itself against your legs as you enter.
"Oh welcome, welcome, be with you in just a moment." Johnson, who appears as an athletic young man with short hair wearing a dress shirt with no tie and slacks. "Just a moment..." He says again, clearly struggling with the paperwork in front of him. You look for a place to sit, but the chairs in front of his desk are stacked high with files.
"Okay, got it! Now how can I" He says finally, glancing up at you in mid-sentence. "Oh sweet Maker!" He says when he sets his eyes on you. "I...sit...please..." He stammers and clears a seat for you which you take happily. "I'm sorry I didn't realize I was in line for an assistant or one as um, beautiful as umm.." he flubs over his awkward attempts to compliment you. "Sorry, sorry." He returns to his chair.
"So um, welcome to Records. This isn't as dramatic as the stuff upstairs I'm afraid. Most of us like being here. I certainly don't want to spend my life hurting people." He says almost apologetically. "We'll get you trained quickly and uh, you know, you don't have to dress like that down here." He says obviously a bit internally conflicted about that. "I mean if you want to you're more than welcome to..." His voice trails off staring at your legs, then snaps out of it like he was shocked. "Oh, sorry, sorry. Well, let's get started."
[[Do Your Time|JohnsonWin]]
[[Let Him Get It|JohnsonFun]]You let your eyes wander mischeviously as you giggle and confirm all of the worst fears of the silly girls. They gasp and rush to your side at once, wanting to hear every detail. And oh they do.
Every detail you can possibly make up to portray the sex that you and Julia haven't had as the most mind blowing debauchery imaginable. The looks on the girls' faces turn from intrigued giggles to distracted arousal as you keep talking. You lend a little devil magic to your words, and by the time you are done talking they are practically playing with themselves.
You choose the prettiest one and take her hand. She is a redhead with large curls, almost waves in her perfect auburn locks, a small face with angular features, dainty little lips and nose, and an absolutely marvelous body under the same pretty maid outfit that you are wearing. She moves like she was born in heels, gracefully and girlishly following as you drag her off. She seems proud of herself for being picked.
She doesn't question as you find the nearest bed. When the door closes she all but ravages you on the spot, unlacing your pretty uniform as fast as your nimble fingers untie hers and her fingers are plunging into your wet and ready pussy before you can even lie on the bed.
She doesn't give you the chance, pulling you close to her with one hand as she fingers you with the other. You are reaching for a chance to reciprocate but her hand grabs yours and practically shoves it in. You stand face to face, palming and curling your fingers and panting with frenzied desire as you kiss and finger each other to orgasmic heights.
She's very good, clearly no virgin when it comes to such things. You grin at this realization, or maybe it's your third orgasm, either way, you feel as though a beautiful friendship has just started...
[[Get in Trouble|JuliaTrouble]]<<set $julia = "obeyself">>With a supreme effort of whatever passes for willpower for a being with no true cosnsciousness, you are no longer falling to Oblivion.
You float once more, uncertain how long. You find your essence in a weirder part of wildspace. Without warning or any sign you are approaching it, you suddenly are aware that you are in the middle of a stone circle. It floats in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by black nothing and distant stars. Around the circle are nine broken Doric columns, each of which still have the head attached. Seated on each head is a frog, regarding you blankly. They croak and ribbit in some random order.
There is...material here. Some sort of protoplasm that you find yourself inside of. You gain some rudimentary senses and see that there are glowing symbols floating around the Doric columns that the frogs perch on.
You take in [[the symbols|Zodiac]] as the float in a circle around you.<h1><center>The Show Must Go On</center></h1>You return to the Hourglass. It's locked up in the early morning but you don't have any problem sneaking in through an unlocked window. You walk onto the stage, next to where the ghostlight is still shining.
You sit down and open yourself up to the spiritual forces around you. You sense there is indeed something here. A frustrated mortal spirit, it hasn't crossed over, it doesn't want to cross over, it wants to remain here.
You open your eyes and see it in front of you. A transparent outline of a human female. She looks an awfully lot like you. You open your mouth to speak to her when she dashes forward and pours herself into your body.
You realize too late that your heightened sensitivity to spiritual things has created an open door for this spirit. You find yourself unable to control your body as it walks to the dressing room and sits down, humming happily. The spirit does your makeup in stage style and then pulls a black wig over your hair, pinning it into place happily. She then changes into a costume from the play, Juliet's dress from the balcony scene, a rather fetching red night gown.
"Thank you." She says, looking at your reflection in the mirror. "I've been waiting for another chance at this for so long. None of the other girls wanted to see me. They were all scared. But you came back!" She smiles a very happy smile. "Oh don't be worried, you'll see how wonderful the theater is. We'll work here, and then move up to the movies, and we'll do all sorts of roles and kiss all the leading men and our fans will drown us in roses and we'll have the finest things you could ever want." She sighs happily. "Thank you, you really are an angel."
Your body won't age. You'll be stuck like this until she tires of you. Which may never happen. You can't control your mouth to scream.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingShowMustGoOn = "yes">>"Don't worry sweetie, I've been doing these for decades. My nanites are programmed perfectly and with your constitution it will hardly even hurt." She says reassuringly as she presses an IV into your arm.
Whatever is in that IV relaxes you instantly and any protests you were going to make die in your throat as your eyes droop shut.
It seems like you only had them closed for a second but when you open them you are lying flat on the chair still, but now there is a full length mirror above you. At first you barely notice any changes.
"So your eyes came out great." Your attendant says. You realize that they do appear a bit wider and the coloring of them is more vibrant. "And I did your teeth while you were in there, they're lovely now." You open your mouth and see your fangs have been filed into a bunch of dull points, you still look predatory but it won't hurt anything you bite. "Beefed up your tongue a little of course..." You stick it out and notice that it is indeed thicker and stronger and more flexible now. "And the facelift went great." You squint, you weren't really used to your face before yet but now that you look closer your entire countenance does appear softer.
"While you were out I also did the whole body scrub and softened your scales." She runs her hands over your arm and smiles. "Smooth as silk now. And of course the big changes, let's see how you walk."
The straps come off and you gingerly step out of the chair and turn to face a mirror on the wall. Then you notice what she meant. Your hips are much wider than before and your ass seems to have grown several sizes. Your tail also looks much longer than before, hanging down to your knees now. You take a few steps and your balance is fine, but you are acutely aware of your much wider hips, your hands stray more out to the sides as you walk making a feminine sway much more comfortable than your old walk.
"Oh great, no problems there. They love this look, makes you look ready to squeeze out dozens of eggs." She claps her hands happily. "Oh and since most people ask, yes your cock still works just fine. Well, it won't shoot sperm or anything." You decide not to mention that as a former angel it wouldn't have anyway. "but it isn't changed otherwise. Apparently its tougher to change a male so having that thing there is like showing off how tough your mate's sperm is or something to them." She laughs that off.
"Okay ready to get dressed?"
[[Sure...|Lizardoll4]]
<<set $spybody = "lizardgirl">>"There is no time for dallying." You say to the squatting primitives. "Gather everyone, we must start working."
<<if $mkcunda eq "dead">>The assembled Stedt men and women slowly spread out. As times passes groups of them return, with others in tow.<<endif>><<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>Grom snaps orders to his assembled thralls and sets out himself. The Stedt quickly leap to obey your orders.<<endif>> As the Stedt you are gathering return, you realize the throne room is too small and you walk outside to what passes for the town square.
Rock is returning to the village just as you enter the square. He has a dozen very dangerous looking men with him. You smile at that, you think you've found your shock troops. <<if $cundarock eq "seduce">>Rock cannot stop staring at you. You made quite the impression on him. His very impressive cock is tenting his loin cloth obscenely, he does not seem bothered in the slightest by it.<<endif>><<if $cundarock eq "command">>Rock speaks to those who he meets and you see them looking at you. You can tell from the context that he is telling them of your power. The villagers respect Rock and you can see your influence is growing more quickly due to this.<<endif>>
Those who are seeing you for the first time stare in a mix of fear and awe. These are creatures of no education who crouch in stone huts on the side of volcano, praying that the deadly beasts that stalk the mountain or a raiding band of Marku or the whims of their leaders don't kill them.
No more.
"Stedt!" You scream, raising your voice so that it echoes throughout the village. "Your salvation has come." Your voice is a mix of inspiration and sinister menace. "I am <<print $dname>> made flesh. You will worship me and I will give you power." <<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>Grom drops to his knee at your side, demonstrating that he is ahead of the curve.<<endif>> Rock and his troops push through the crowd and <<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>likewise<<endif>> drop to their knees in front of you.
Seeing strong men that they respect bowing to you, it does not take long for the others to join in. The promise of power brings greedy savages to their knees. The threat of exile drops the others.
"Good." You say, trailing your hands happily over the bowed heads in front of you. "Let's get started."
[[Time Passes...|CundaSpring]]
<<set $stedtbonus = "pro">>
<<set $power += 1>>You happily sit with your legs off to the side in front of Julia's feet, gazing fondly up at your Holy Mistress. The floor of her private chambers is covered with a soft, thick carpet that feels good against your hips and legs.
"I have given you chance after chance to show your demonic nature." Julia says, ticking off times on her fingers in her memory. "And yet you remain loyal, prettily obedient, charmingly docile. One might almost think you were an angel."
She pauses, allowing you to speak. "Holy Mistress, there is no need for any difference between angel and demon. The devils are free to choose their own paths. I chose to follow you." You lean in and plant a tender kiss on the top of the foot that hangs in the air in front of you.
"What you suggest is more than slightly blasphemous. The Maker teachers us that only those who join His Light are truly free." Julia replies, seemingly perhaps a bit more interested in your kisses than your words.
You shake your head. "It is quite the opposite Holy Mistress." Not having been shooed away, you start to kiss more at her foot, sliding the high heeled shoe off you begin to massage her tendons and arch as you kiss. She rewards you by closing her eyes and moaning softly.
[[Tell Julia What You Know of the Afterlife|JuliaFootSuck]]You take the girl's hand and carefully lead her through the ruins. Even though the ghouls are right on top of the entrance you need to access, they never notice either of you thanks to your ability to slip through shadows and make them look the opposite direction of where you are going. You lead the girl into the entranceway and lead her through the decontamination gas, recalling how not long ago you went through this same process. Finally, she is clean.
[[Meet her|BENewbie]]<h1><center>Sloppy Seconds</center></h1>"It can all be yours again." You say with a teasing, sing-song tone to your voice. "All you have to do is be rid of my sister."
"But...but it would mean divorce, and our laws..."
"I thought you were the king." You say with a sharp tone to your voice.
It's like a light bulb goes off over his head. Erik tells you to be at the celebration tonight and all will be made right. You smirk to yourself and clean up.
That evening you take your place at a distinguished table of honor, far away from the other guests you can't help but notice, and watch in amusement as Erik calls for everyone's attention.
He begins his toast with a recollection of how wonderful the early days of loving Anne were. As the history goes on however, it is clear he resents the marriage more and more and how much he doesn't care for Anne these days. He ends by angrily declaring that as King he grants himself the right to divorce and is exercising it instantly. This is met with shocked boos from the audience.
His announcement that he is taking you as his new wife is met with even louder boos. He tells Anne to be ready to leave at once for she is exiled. You can't help but laughing as the place looks ready to revolt.
You strut over to your new husband and he embraces you with a vigorous kiss and groping. You try to shove his hands away to maintain some dignity but he easily overpowers you and fondles you in front of the entire crowd. This dispels some booing but encourages more from others. Erik then pulls you down into his lap and you spend the rest of the evening stroking his hair lovingly, feeding him grapes, pouring wine down his gullet and acting like you enjoy his clumsy pawing at your breasts and ass.
Anne is devastated and quickly leaves the table, sobbing. Tiffany looks rather bored and disgusted by the whole thing. She too leaves the area. Many guests filter out as well, muttering treasonously.
Erik takes you to bed in his arms that night, promises you the best sex you've ever had, cums inside you almost instantly and then passes out drunkenly on top of you. You sigh in frustration and tell yourself it will get better. Except it doesn't. The guilt at his double betrayal has Erik drinking constantly and rather insecure about his power. He orders you around like a belligerent child and then does a rather poor job with his duties as a husband. You give up and let yourself go, and decide to start drinking as well.
It isn't terribly surprising when a few months later a rebellion storms the palace. What is a little surprising is that Tiffany leads it, dressed in a full set of chainmail and wielding her sword with far more skill than she could have acquired in just that short time. You are passed out drunk when it happens and [[you are easily executed.|dignominy]]
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingSloppySeconds = "yes">>You sway your hips over to a different room and feel the oddness of a long thick tail swishing gently behind you. Your new ultra smooth scales have an almost shiny gloss to them and it feels very nice rubbing against anything you touch.
Apparently the idea of the clothes for this affair is to not wear much of them. You will go barefoot, as most of the egg layers will, and your stylist recommends a dress in a slightly more blue shade than your green scales. You don't bother arguing against the dress, with your hips pants wouldn't exactly make you look manly. The dress she selects has a flaring skirt that will disguise the bulge from your cock but not the shape of your big ass while letting your tail hang free. No underwear. You don't need a bra, and panties or boxers wouldn't really work with your tail.
She doesn't decorate your fingers or neck or ears at all, which is a bit surprising to you. Instead all of the accessorizing focuses on your tail. She explains as she does so that tails are the most tantalizing organs for egg layers, sort of like how gynosexual humans think of breasts. She wraps thick metallic bands around it, puts a pretty tip made out of pearl around the very end, and attaches various pretty jewels along its length.
"You look incredible." She says, showing you the full length mirror again when she's done. "Knock 'em dead."
[[Head to the Party|LizardPartyDoll]]You blink a few times. Then you realize, she didn't get mutated and grow a tiny dick, he got mutated and grew four boobs and a pussy. Huh. You glance him up and down again. Not bad.
"So, that's why you haven't gone home yet huh? Going to be hard to explain this to your family I bet?" You flick at his milky tits.
He grumps in protest and tries to avoid your paws but answers. "Yeah. I uh, sort of need to try to get back to normal first."
"Well that's gonna take awhile." You say with a grin.
"Yeah I know I have to find all the right potions and..."
"Well that too but you'll also have to wait to have my kids." You say with a grin as you pick him up by the waist and start lowering him onto your huge cock.
"What? OH come on I just got over my minotaur cum addiction! You are an enabler! A drug peddler! A...oooooooooooh." His eyes flutter as you stretch his pussy around your cock. "Oh yes, yesssss" He purrs, pawing at your furry chest as his pussy stretches to let you in.
"Call me daddy." You say with a smirk.
"Yes daddy." He purrs as you start to pull him up and down on your cock, not thrusting with your hips but using your hands to move his entire body like a jack off toy. "Oh daddy that's rough, daddy that hurts!" He squeals.
"I can only imagine." You say with a shake of your head as you jerk this corrupted boy up and down your cock. It doesn't take long for you to cum and when it does it feels incredible, the largest release you've ever felt due to the gargantuan amount of cum in your grapefruit-sized balls.
"Yes! YESSSS! Ohhh you really are fucking me pregnant oh my god yesssss!" The boy screams with joy, his own little cock hard and spasming but not squirting a thing. You lie back as he gets a dopey eyed look on his face from the large amounts of cum you just pumped into him. As he falls off of your cock you see his little belly is distended already. This sure is a strange place.
"Wow, well that was great. Maybe I'll see you around." He says as he gets to his high-heeled feet.
"Where are you going?" You ask.
"Uh, back to camp. The encounter's over soo..."
"Um, no. You're way too good a fuck to not take as a wife." You grab him around the waist and throw him over your shoulder and start heading back to your cave.
"What? No!!! That's not how this works you have to let me go!" He screams and starts punching at your back ineffectually.
You just shake your head and start walking towards your cave. You chuckle at the poor deluded "champion" and the thought of him going back to his home village and acting victorious with a minotaur kicking around in his pregnant stomach, but you won't be around to see that as your soul slips out of this body and heads back to [[Limbo|Zodiac]].
//If you haven't played Corruption of Champions, which this encounter is a parody of, you really should! [[http://www.fenoxo.com]] //"Now this I have to hear." You say, setting your axe down and leaning up against it.
"I'm the Champion of my home town you see." She says, running her hands through her long purple hair self-consciously. "I was sent to this land to wipe out the demons here and save my people. Or at least I think that was the plan." She seems a bit concerned she was lied to. "But as soon as I got here I found that everything I ate or drank transformed me. I used to be a normal human! Anyway, there is a demon factory on this mountain somewhere and I have to find it, because I've spent all this last month in recovery and I need to prove to myself that I can do it."
"Recovery from what?" You ask. Her eyes glance down at your cock and she licks her lips. You let out another bellowing laugh. "And you prove that you've beaten this addiction by begging bulls to fuck you?"
"I was going to fuck you!" She snaps, giving your arm an indignant slap. It doesn't hurt at all, but it does send a rather unique wave of jiggliness through her four breasts.
"No, you definitely were not." You laugh. You grab her staff and wrench it out of her hands and toss it aside.
"Hey!" She squeals. "You can't do that!" She indeed seems confused that just happened.
You shrug. "I just did." You then grab her wrists and sit down on a boulder, pulling her into your lap, over her struggles you take off her top and admire her four large, milky boobs. "So, what were you like a stripper or something in your home town."
"No." She says pouting as she stops struggling and just gets comfy in your lap, trying to avoid your gigantic cock. "I was an apprentice scholar."
"Oh, they let women learn to read? Well that's nice, most towns in places like this are so backwards." You say with a smile.
"Errrr...not exactly." She says blushing.
[[Continue|Taurus5]]She blows through her lips, looking bored at the sight of you. "Oh, another minotaur." She taps a finger on her lips and shrugs. "May as well."
She then proceeds to bend over and squeeze her breasts together. A thick stream of milk shoots from them. She moos loudly. Yes. Moos.
You weren't expecting that. You still aren't quite sure if this woman is a threat or not. You raise a hand to try to get her attention she turns around and slaps her backside and yells something about getting her pregnant.
"Well okay." You say, totally confused and take a few steps with your heavy hooves towards her.
"Ha, too easy." She says, unlacing her bikini bottom. There is indeed a rather tiny cock down there. "Now on all fours I'm going to fuck you."
"What?" You say out loud holding up your hand. "That was not what you just invited to me to at all! Besides...with that?" You point at her tiny little cock smirking.
"You can talk?!?!" She stammers, jumping backwards with what appears to be genuine surprise on her face.
"Uh, sorry am I not supposed to?" You say, scratching your head and feeling rather awkward.
"I, well, it's just that most don't I..." She reaches for her bikini bottom but you take another step and put your hoof on it. She gulps and pulls her hand back. "Look I uh, I'm not looking for trouble..."
You stare at her for a second before you let out a bellowing laugh. "No you're just walking around in a chainmail bikini and yelling at minotaurs to knock you up."
She sighs and appears to start pouting. "Look it's not my fault, I have an [[important mission!|Taurus4]]You turn to face a stranger walking down the path towards you. She is one of the oddest creatures you have ever seen.
She stands about five and a half feet tall. Her face is incredibly beautiful, with exaggerated feminine features including very thick lips and long eyelashes. Her hair is a neon purple and it extends down to her knees, yet somehow is not the least bit dirty. Her skin is dark green but she does not look like a goblin or an orc. On her head two little horns sprout out the top, you can't quite tell if they are bovine or demonic. The tail that extends from her wide rump is definitely a cow's tail. Her feet have bones growing from the bottom in a long spike, forcing her to walk as though wearing high heels.
She is carrying what looks like a wizard's staff, and wearing a chainmail bikini. Yes, a chainmail bikini, it isn't even trying to be practical. Her body is voluptuous with very wide hips, a jiggling backside, and four, FOUR, very large breasts. Her bikini top is held by an o-ring in the middle of the four breasts, squeezing all four of them towards that central point. The bottom of her bikini definitely contains a small cock.
You are still trying to figuring out what this thing is when [[she spots you|Taurus3]]"I will accept it." You say. You know that taking this power will be the end of you as merely a fire god, and that is a good thing. The more powers you possess the more you will appeal to, the stronger you will be.
The two of you face each other in a lotus position. The steam rising off of your body starts to swirl as the water forms a gentle whirlpool around the two of you. Spiritually you both reach out for each other, your essences flowing together and then back into yourself. As this happens you slowly start to sense the water around you differently. No longer is it alien, intrusive, squelching, now it is beautiful and diverse and as malleable as clay. The spirits of the water creatures you can sense as easily as the creatures of the mountain you came from.
You open your eyes. The water spirit is weak, flickering before you. You reach out a hand as if to aid her. "No." She says simply. "I have given you my blessing. And my power. I will return to the stars, perrhaps given time I shall find another lake. Keep my people free of the Maker. Unless..." You cannot hear anything after that. Her disspiating essence whirls around you, planting a soft kiss on your cheek as she dissolves.
You emerge from the lake changed. Fire no longer burns in your hair and under your skin. Your black rock skin is now tanned and softened, a natural shade that would blend in with mud. Your eyes are blue, and full of life. Your horns are gone and your feet changed into natural hooves.
You raise a hand and two forces dance at your command. Fire and water swirl about each other like a primevil yin yang.
The Marku look on astonished. "Praise <<print $dname>>!" The shaman calls out. "For he is our spirit now!"
A celebratory cheer echoes through the valley as you take one last somber look back at the Lake, giving a silent promise to the spirit to honor her memory.
[[Finish your Conversion of the Marku|CiAnwar]]
<<set $clake = "brave">>
<<set $power += 1>>A week into the jungle you gather your Stedt followers and Marku converts to a large bonfire. You descend from your palanquin, making sure all are assembled and can see you.
"My people." You say. "I hear you have questions of me."
"Yes." A voice says. A large Stedt man, one of your warriors speaks. He steps forward, striding towards you like an equal.
"We are men of the mountain!" He boasts, thumping his chest. "We do not walk with the treemen." He gestures towards the Marku among you. "We do not break bread with them. We kill them. We take their women. They should serve us!"
"So why goddess, why do you tell us we must live together?" There are murmurs of agreement and disagreement from the assembled crowd. He has walked right up to you, standing in front of you in open challenge.
"Am I not your goddess?" You say in response to him.
"But but of course." He backs down slightly as if realizing his mistake he drops to one knee before you.
"Do I not deserve the best?" You say, running a hand along his shoulders both tenderly and threateningly.
"The very best goddess." He gulps, afraid of punishment.
"And what if the best should happen to be born not on one small mountain on one island on one planet?" You say, narrowing your eyes at him and then glaring at the assembled crowd.
"Understand me well." You speak to them. "I am not a goddess of just one people or just one land. My path is to rule over all. And I deserve the very best to worship me. Does any disagree?" The assembled Stedt and Marku are very quick to shake their heads.
"When you fight another simply for how they look or where they are from, you deprive me of a potentially useful worshippers. You deprive your goddess. You work against her." You glare at the assembled crowd. "Am I understood?"
Again they stammer to agree.
"Good." You say simply, and return to your palanquin.
In the days to come you notice that your worshippers are now engaged in friendly competition rather than spiteful hatred. They are learning from one another in an effort to surpass each other. Both people are growing stronger and more skilled for it. Your power grows.
[[Push On|BlueRain]]
<<set $firstlaw = "merit">>
<<set $power += 1>>Your gathered forces begin the trek down the mountain and into the jungles below. The fertile land where the mountains the Stedt dwell on block the flow of the mighty Anwara River are thick with trees, flowering plants and mighty jungle creatures.
This is not the first time the Stedt have marched on the jungle. But previously there have been raids at best. Never an invasion. You are in the middle of your people, in a palanquin that is held on the ridged back of a large beast that is barely domesticated enough to serve this purpose. <<if $cundarock eq "seduce">>A few other such creatures are scattered throughout your forces.<<endif>><<if $cundarock eq "command">>There are a dozen more such beasts, all being controlled by men that Rock has taught personally in the handling of such creatures.<<endif>>
<<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>Your force moves as organized and professionally as any group that has emerged from the mountain. And it is much better armed thanks to how you have imparted the knowledge of working the metals of the earth.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "fertile">>Your people have very high morale. The fertility blessing you have given them makes them constantly horny and there are none who refuse sex. In addition to your soldiers many camp followers have come along to support these habits. They walk happily side by side with the combat ready, giving all sorts of encouragement.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>The heavy tread of your earthy people sinks deeply into the muddy jungle terrain, yet the earth will not trap them as they are blessed by it. While they move slowly, they move deliberately and with great purpose, the shamans causing the land itself to clear a path for your procession.<<endif>>
<<if $cundababy eq "anonymous">>Your child is somewhere amongst the rabble no doubt. You may no particular mind to this.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "grom">>You see your minotaur offspring at the front of your troops, tightly holding a gigantic double headed waraxe. He looks like he is itching to lay into something. You smile at his ferocity.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "rock">>Rock is nowhere to be seen. His ferocious multi-limbed son-mount easily scurries through the dense jungle and even easily climbing the tall trees. He is everywhere at once, scouting ahead and giving the lay of the land. Your son is hungry, and you know when battle is joined the two will fight ferociously.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "shaman">>Your elemental son has grown like a tower, now standing twice as tall as even the tallest of the large Stedt men. He has no real mind of his own, controlled by his shaman father, but his power is a significant bonus to your army.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "all">>Peppered throughout your troops you see various demonic soldiers that you gave birth to after that lovely night when it seems like most of the village impregnated you. What lucky followers they are. Your ranks are significantly upgraded by having such soldiers, soulless though they are, among your numbers.<<endif>>
[[Bring the Word of Your Greatness to the Jungle|SMarku2]]As the days go by you and your sister seem to be growing into identical, very sexy bodies. Your breasts quickly catch up with hers, as do your hips and even your hair seems to be growing at an accelerated pace to catch up.
The fact that you are changing sex doesn't seem to slow the two of you down as far as your making out goes. The initial awkwardness turns to laughter as she plays with your shrinking cock, joking about its size as you pinch her nipples in retaliation. Your sessions with her are definitely more girl and girl, and they are, to put it mildly, very hot. It's like she's more comfortable around you now, showing you techniques with your tongue and fingers, promising to show you what it's like as soon as you have the proper equipment.
And by the end of the week you do. Your sister blows your mind several times with her tongue and fingers, laughing at how stunned you look after feeling your first fully female orgasm. You recover quickly enough and do your best to give her a similar look.
The two of you practically live in the same room, sleeping in the other's bed frequently. All of your clothes are exactly the same size now so you two share your closets freely.
One day you decide to show up to your mother's class dressed in matching schoolgirl outfits just to be cute. Your mother...
[[Decides to give you two more practical lessons|GemS2M2]]<h1><center>Stuck in the Mud</center></h1>You cannot emerge from the lake again. You make it as far as the shore but a few moments without water and feel yourself drying up and forced to retreat.
After waiting for your return for a few days, your followers disperse, memory of you largely forgotten before too long. You try to gather your power and escape but are constantly thwarted by the curse the lake spirit gave you before you killed her.
What's worse, it turns out that your essence is easily called up by the local shamans. They are able to command you to assume forms for their command and their use.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $StuckintheMud = "yes">>With a rustling shriek the darkness vanishes and you are left bathed in the warm light around you. Slowly, your senses improve and you are able to see that the light is not like those that you used to know. It is not stable and shining, no, it moves and expands like spreading hoarfrost.
As it touches you, you find your soul held solidly in its grasp and you feel yourself being considered, like a man in a lab coat might consider a virus under a microscope.
After some initial discomfort, you can sense what it is trying to do. It wants to give you a body. The way this thing works, what you were in life you get to be again. It is trying to determine what you were previously.
Your power is not yet great enough to deceive it.
[[Let it see|Male Angel]]As you enter the base you see high tech air filtration systems, a few greenhouses, and other indicia of life sustaining features. The people aren't exactly glamorous and mostly rather thin, but they all welcome you and appear human. They are spread thin throughout the facility, you don't see more than a dozen people before you reach your destination.
Space is not a problem down here, due to the vastness of the old subway systems and the relatively low population. Domingo and Luna lead you to an empty platform that has already been jury-rigged into a dwelling space. The formerly public bathroom has been converted into a private one, and a stalled subway car has a nice bed set up inside, with a power cord run from a nearby outlet and power strip plugged into a few salvaged lamps and a charger for a personal radio. It looks like the stalled subway has become a sort of apartment building, with each car being somebody's home. "We lost the girl who used to live here a few weeks ago. We've been keeping it empty for a newcomer." Domingo explains.
"Lost?" You ask.
"She just couldn't take it anymore." He says respectfully, then quickly changes the subject. "You can call us with this." Domingo says pointing to the radio. "Or if you get in trouble Channel 1 is the emergency channel. Channel 2 is the non-emergency help channel, Channel 14 is the channel we use for those of us who live in this train. We have a townhall meeting every week, and you're welcome to stay here as long as you contribute."
Luna smiles. "He just means help out. Not everyone is a badass like us. There's also home defense, engineering and leadership. Think about what sort of role you'd like to play, call if you need anything, uh otherwise we'll leave you alone."
"Oh yeah." Domingo says, pointing to a backpack at the foot of the bed. "Welcoming package." He winks. "We gotta get back to patrol, take it easy. We share the car at the end, so see you when we get back." Luna waves and the two of them head out.
[[Check out the welcoming package|FallOutRoom2]]"The second experiment." Julia begins. "Has multiple purposes, and before you ask I will not tell you what they are. However, the most transparent purpose will be obvious. I wish to discover the effects of a benevolent spell on your body as well as what the side effects of the spell might be."
Julia is now holding what you assume is her spell book. It is nearly the size of her torso, bound in a thick white cover with holy symbols in gold. The pages are gilded and you see her beautiful written symbols inside of it.
"The spell is designed to allow an otherwise barren woman to help care for a child, or to replenish a wetnurse. Yes, milk production. The spell is a modification of one I learned from the shamans of the western forestlands. They use it on livestock mostly. This spell has never been tested on anything but cows. If it is safe for you, it may be safe to test on humans."
Without asking your permission, she begins to sing the hymn that will cast the spell.
As you sense the magic around you you realize you could pour your demonic essence into the spell, overpowering it and really sending the results into overdrive. Or you could just let the spell take it's natural course.
[[Overload the Spell with Demonic Essence!|Supermilky]] //Heavy Lactation Content//
[[Let the Spell Function Normally|Milky]] //Brief Lactation Content//
[[The Spell Fizzles|NoMilky]] //Skip Lactation Content, you will not be punished in character for this choice.//You are feeling very proud of yourself as you bask in the joy of being promoted to officer instantly. And hey, why not? You fought a demon hand to hand in your very first mission. You learned to fight and took on a squad of drow while your adventurer friends ran and got all the credit. And then you put your head down and got to the bottom of a twisted mystery. Why shouldn't you be considered great?
You're still smiling when you return to the Defense base at the time Dagget told you to. He smiles when he sees you coming. There are two other men with him. One is almost as large as Dagget, although younger and slightly darker skinned. He wears grey coveralls, has his hair in a short crew cut, and looks very strong. The other man is a dark haired, olive skinned man who looks to be in incredible shape, although nowhere near as bulky as the other two. He is wearing a rather severely cut grey military uniform, it invokes memories of fascist regimes in your head. He is smoking a cigarette.
"This is the one I told you guys about, meet Captain Kayla." You smile at hearing your title for the first time and salute the men. They return your salute and extend their hands as they introduce yourself.
"Captain Montana." The younger man with the crew cut says with enthusiastic respect.
"Captain Schwartz." The more slender man with the raven hair says with guarded optimism.
"This way." Dagget beckons for you to follow him into the subway platform's bathroom. A bit suspicious about why you would be asked to go with three men into a bathroom you are surprised to see Commander Dagget walk to the far tile wall and depress three of the tiles. After he does so he steps back and you hear gears grinding and the wall pulls back.
As it does you see a small passage revealed. The three men walk in and you follow, the wall sealing shut behind you. After a few minutes of ducking through very tight passages that look like old maintenance tunnels you find yourself in a an opening that looks like a command center.
[[Look Around]]Julia steps back and takes you in. She starts at your <<if $sucbody eq "prettygirl">>pretty face and curly blonde hair, smiling in satisfaction.<<endif>><<if $sucbody eq "sexygirl">>stunning, enchanting, seductive face surrounded by waves of raven black hair. She seems both frustrated and distracted by it.<<endif>><<if $sucbody eq "male">>deviously handsome and rather mischievous face. She smiles at you, as if both attracted and amused.<<endif>><<if $sldcollar eq "yes">>Her eyes linger on the collar, the cursed device that is turning all the pain you feel into pleasure.<<endif>>
Her eyes lower and take in your <<if $succlothes eq "minidress">>tight little dress. She seems to think about that for a second, then shakes her head.<<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "habit">>plain white cotton robe, obviously happy with what she sees.<<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "toga">>sexy toga and bare chest, she seems to like what she sees, but also seems slightly annoyed that you conned her into becoming male.<<endif>> <<if $sucbody eq "sexygirl">>Her eyes flicker down and linger on your exaggerated curves, her face looking a little flushed as she admires them.<<endif>><<if $succrotch eq "prettycock">>Her eyes flicker down and linger on your tenting cock. Her tongue runs over her lips briefly, very quickly. Or did you imagine it? You can't help but feel like that's a small victory.<<endif>><<if $sld lte -2>>
The air is filled with your corrupting influence, although she cannot seem to sense it.<<endif>><<if $sld gte 2>>
The air is filled with her holy power, the echoes of her magical song filling you with faith and joy.<<endif>>
"Very well." She says. She casts a quick spell and you see a comfortable looking white chair appear in the middle of the room. Next to it is a polished granite side table which contains a bowl of grapes, a bottle of wine and two finely made glasses. "I'm going to let a novice of the church in to meet you. Do not mention me. Otherwise, just do what comes natural." With that, she vanishes.
<<if $sucbody eq "male">>[[The door opens...|SLDX1twoboy]]<<else>>[[The door opens...|SLDX1two]]<<endif>>You can feel her magic coming to you, it is enveloping you like a warm embrace. You relax your demonic essence and let it mix with the holy spell. You are a bit surprised to see it mix so well. This allows you to see what she is doing. She intends to make you into a fairly attractive local girl. Oh how boring. That will definitely need an improvement, and you have time to think about what you want. In fact Julia hasn't yet realized what you're up to...
[[Make Yourself a Knockout Babe!|SLDX1MegaBabe]]
[[Regrow a Cock!|SLDX1Shemale]]
<<set $sld = $sld -1>>"I do not want your people." You say, obviously not afraid in the least of him. "You may remain here if you wish." He blinks, obviously not expecting this approach.
"What do you want then?" He asks, still holding his great weapon. He must be fantastically strong to hold such a heavy sword at full extension for so long.
"I am here to help you." You say kindly, stepping towards him. "I am <<print $dname>>, come to raise my people to the greatness that is in their stars. Worship me and you will sit on a throne of gold in the plains below these mountains. You will wear softest silks and shining steel while soft, black-haired does of the Marku will rub your feet. You will be fed the finest meats and breads while wide-hipped beauties of the Anwar dance before you. You will have all the most wonderful gems and treasures of the continent." You say, moving closer to him as you do.
He is nearly drooling, his sword lowered as you promise him earthly power. "And all you must do..." You say, trailing your soft hand up his powerful arm and to his chin, tiliting it to look you in the eyes. "Is worship me."
Grom does not have to think twice. "Hail <<print $dname>>." He says simply, falling to his knees before you. You take his hands in yours and place them on your belly. He kisses it devoutly. You purr, it feels fantastic to have your swollen belly rubbed and kissed.
"Oh yessss" you moan, feeling yourself get turned on. "You have made the wise decision."
[[Enjoy Being in Charge|CundaThrone]]
<<set $mkcunda = "alive">>As tempting as sating your urges on the lab geeks would be, you know you have to get out of here. Alarms are already blaring and you have a feeling murdering an angel is going to be hard to explain.
<<if $jug2 eq "guns">>You kick on the jets on your back and blast a hole in the ceiling, through which you fly out of the building.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Your air boosters activate and fly up, summoning elemental rock around your fists and punching through the ceilings as you crash through them, exiting the building.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>You quickly dash through the building, leaping over every obstacle and smashing through several more, escaping from the building with one gigantic leap that sends you soaring through the clouds.<<endif>>
As you move further and further away from the lab you see an opening in the sky ahead of you. You get closer and closer and notice that the hole drops into a black void below, filled with distant stars and planets. Your suit informs you this is the entrance to Wildspace, where mortal planets exist, as well as access to the Grey Realms, celestial places ruled by beings who are directly loyal to neither the Maker no the Adversary.
Without hesitation you leap down the hole. You do not fear the conditions, your suit can keep you alive indefinitely in the void.
Your ties to the Maker are effectively severed, but you are immensely strong, extremely fast, packing a huge cock and some rather nice boobs, and you have what might be the most advanced piece of technology in the universe wrapped around your androgynous body.
Only one question - what do to now?
[[Continue to Fight for the Maker|EndingVigilante]]
[[Look for a Grey Realm to Hide Out in|JuggsGrey]]
//Unfinished Path - A Bust of Chrome and a Rod from the Heavens//
//Unfortunately this path is unfinished. Click [[Here|Start]] if you would like to start over and explore another path.//<<remember $UFPJuggsGrey = "yes">>
<h1><center>Space Bunny</center></h1>"YES!" You gush out, extending your hand palm down with your fingers spread as he slides the ring onto your hand. This is madness, foolish madness, but you are so charmed by it you can't think straight! Wolf sweeps you into his arms and kisses you passionately as the armor suits remove themselves from their mannequins and float over to the both of you. Your clothes vanish from your bodies and the armor replaces them. Your smile lights up the room as you see how this outfit makes Wolf practically drool over you.
A heads up display comes up in your vision as the armor finishes locking itself around you. These things are indeed extremely high tech. You find with your Office Doll profile you can still login to all the secretary functions of the corporation which means you have access to the personnel files and...
"They're coming!" You see franticaly as you see warrants being issued.
"Shit, let's go!" Wolf scoops you up into his arms and runs, moving at near superhuman speeds thanks to his suit as he dives out the window and you hold on tight to him. His scramjets kick on and the two of you burst through the open sky towards a rift in the clouds that drops down into wildspace.
You are laughing with exhilaration as the two of you plummet through space, your suits keeping you warm and able to breathe despite the void around you.
"Where are we going?" You ask Wolf, gazing up into his vicious, handsome face and getting wet at the thought of being his forever.
"That's the fun part babe. Anywhere we want." He grins back at you, and then pulls you in. Despite the supersonic speeds of your suits you find it easy to kiss him deeply as the stars fly past you.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingSpaceBunny = "yes">><<if $wolf eq "laughing">>You wish you could close the elevator to get dressed but the buttons make no sense to you so you are forced to stuff your breasts into the tight little blouse with no bra support as it feels like a dozen eyes watch you, laughing.<<endif>> As you step off the elevator you glance around and take in more of the floor you've found yourself on. Turning back you don't see any way to open the elevator again. Weird.
"New girl, this way." You turn and see an exasperated looking man. He is rather portly with noticeable jowls and is bald on the top of his head, the hair on the sides of his head is dull and greying, it appears to be formerly blonde. His suit doesn't look nearly as expensive as Mr. Wolf's.
You wiggle your way over to him<<if $wolf eq "laughing">> apologizing as you do for flashing your tits to the whole office<<endif>>. He grunts and points you inside a door. You hurry inside.
Inside the door you see you are in a small office, with a rather large desk that the portly fellow sits behind. There are no chairs on the other side so you stand there awkwardly as he looks you over.
"Cotton Candy." He smirks as he reads your nametag. "Where does Della come up with these names." He picks up a file with your name on it and flips through it. "Alright, alright, well that's good. That's good. Oh...that's terrible." He shakes his head. You crane your neck to try to read what he's reacting to but it's in the same arcane language as the buttons on the elevator<<if $wolf eq "stressed">> and Mr. Wolf's watch<<endif>>.
"Ah." He turns his chair around and picks up a paper that has just come through an old fashioned tube mail system. He opens it open and reads it.
<<if $wolf eq "veryhappy">>His eyebrows raise and he looks at you as if impressed. "Well well. Mr. Wolf has requested that you be appointed directly to him. And apparently that matters more than the system." He seems stressed, as if he was supposed to pick where you go but Mr. Wolf has big dogged him. He reaches for a stamp from his desk and raises it, about to stamp the order assigning you to Wolf.
[[Smile Happily and wait for your orders|WolfsBunny]]
[[Suggest that you get assigned elsewhere|NotdaBimbo]] <<endif>><<if $wolf eq "stressed">>He reads it over a few times before shrugging and making a non-committal "meh."
"Well, it looks like you might be good for productivity. Although not necessarily for distraction. Which means you'll get assigned to someone who actually cares about getting things done around here and isn't just hoping to get his time done early and get back to hacking imps to pieces and acting like it's the end of the great struggle." He says rather bitterly as he flips through some more papers.
"Ah, here we go. You're assigned to Johnson. 6B. Good man. Treat him well." He stamps a piece of paper and hands it to you. "Get over there quickly." He turns back to his paperwork.
[[Uh..how do I get there?|Johnsonsecask]]<<endif>><<if $wolf eq "laughing">>He rolls his eyes almost instantly. "Oh sweet Maker." He puts the letter down and rubs his face. "I know where you're going." He stamps an order quickly and hands it to you. You can't make heads or tails of it. "Go back to the elevator. It will let you in and take you there." He snaps, then turns back to his desk. You get the distinct impression that you are dismissed.
[[Back to the elevator I guess|ExecutiveDoll]]
[[Wait, don't I get a say in this?|NotdaBimbo]]
<<endif>><<if $wolf eq "daddy">>"Oh my." The man says, looking rather distracted, and also a bit ashamed. He looks at you sadly and shakes his head. "Well, I suppose someone has to do it." He sighs melodramatically and stamps an official looking order. The text on the order is the same arcane symbols as the others, but they are written in what looks like solid gold.
"Head up to the executive floor. Just hold this up to the elevator and it will let you in." He exhales and shakes his head. "Come back and see me if it gets to be too much I uh, I may be able to get you out of it." He seems a bit worried and nervous.
[[Oh I'm sure it will be fine|ExecutiveDoll]]
[[It already seems like too much!|NotdaBimbo]] <<endif>>"Everyone pay attention. This is what happens to anyone who questions my authority." You turn back to the man with a grin on your muzzle. "There's still time to surrender." You tell him. In response he charges at you.
He's rather fast for his size, but you are quicker still. You sidestep his blow, one that would have cut you in half, and grab his hands and twist. He lets out a gasp of pain as you nearly break his wrist and make him drop the sword.
You pull him around again so his back is to you. "Pay attention." You tell the shocked onlookers. You lift the massive man up off of the ground with the one arm that is tight around his chest, pinning his arms to his side as he struggles. With your other arm you rip off his loincloth.
Your cock is hard now as you hold his muscular body against you. It's struggles just enhance his proximity. Your black cock emerges from the fur around your waist, fiery veins pulsing inside of it. With a combination of thrusting upwards and bringing him down you thrust deep into his ass.
The scream of indignity and pain that emerges from his throat is reward enough, but his muscular ass has obviously never been fucked before and it feels wonderful around your throbbing cock.
[[Fuck him into a woman|RapeGromBitch]]
[[Leave him nice and male|RapeGromStud]]It isn't hard to find Steve Glass's office. It's exactly halfway between the hospital and the jail. You freshen up your makeup and knock on the door. It's late but you see a light on inside.
You knock again after you wait a bit and you hear a latch clicking and the door opens an inch. A light skinned, older man squints through the crack in the door at you. "Whadda ya want?" He snaps.
"Oh hello." You say with a dazzling smile, feigning innocence. "I heard Steve Glass could help anyone. You see my father was killed in a car accident by a drunk government worker from a rich family and..."
The door opens almost instantly. Steve Glass looks very much like a lawyer. He has the distinguished salt and pepper hair cut in a conservative style with the sort of demeanor that says he takes the law very seriously. But as you look around you see the office is filled with cheap knick-knacks and obnoxious patriotic paraphernalia.
You also notice three young men, all dressed in very expensive suits with feathers in their caps and gold rings on their fingers and gold chains around their neck. They are staring at Steve, obviously mad that he let you in.
"Oh uh, Miss..."
"Um, Lark. Skyler Lark." You say quickly.
"Miss Lark these gentlemen are uh..."
"Leaving." One of them says quickly. "We'll catch you later." They give Glass a meaningful look and shove past you out the door, one of them winking at you as they go.
"My goodness who were they?" You ask. But Steve deflects your question and starts asking about your car wreck case. You deftly make up the details and keep him talking as you wait for a chance to extract more information. Finally you see an opening when you express doubt about his ability to handle the case. "I don't know," You say thoughtfully. "The right lawyer for this case has to be able to handle tough guys. The government lawyers are so intimidating and..."
"Ha! Government lawyers!" Steve shakes his head. "Those guys you saw in here earlier? Killers. Every one of them. From China Mike's crew, you know the ones that run Oakgrove. Sweetie if I can handle them, I can handle any government stooge."
You feign relief and then notice the time and promise to be back the next day to sign a contract. You smile as you slip out, looks like you've got a lead.
[[Head Back to the Office|GumshoeOffice]]
<<set $jailvisit = "lawyer">>
<<set $visits = $visits +1>>"Oh it's just that I'm late and uh.." You stammer, feeling a little nervous about essentially saying no to this man.
To your surprise he just sort of sighs and presses the button again. "Yeah, me too." He says checking his watch. Both the symbols on his watch and the symbols of the elevator are completely foreign to you.
Very quickly the elevator dings and the doors open. On the other side you see a bustling office place. Most of the women are dressed a lot like you, although none of them are quite as curvy and none of them have pink hair. The men are all dressed like Mr. Wolf, aggressively barking orders and getting things done. It seems like a very high stress environment.
"New girl." Wolf calls out casually as he steps off the elevator and speed walks away, no doubt to get to that appointment he's late for. Nobody seems to pay you much attention as you step off the elevator.
[[What do I do now?|OfftheElevator]]<<set $wolf = "stressed">>You are taken in as a servant by the new Bishop of Circles. He is a dry old man with a stern countenance. You know he suspected Julia was up to something. Well, that won't do.
You are sure to always walk past him whenever he comes snooping around the tower. Very subtly you let your demonic essence influence him. He curses it as simply a pretty young girl's effect on an old man. It slips past his totems and magical alarms.
The old man's glares are no long suspicious, they are perverted. He leers at your ass as it swishes past you in your pretty serving girl skirt. He lifts his hands as if to grope you every time you are close, cursing himself as he pulls back. You hear him praying fervently, confessing, and then finally masturbating furiously. You stifle giggles.
You have no real desire to let the old man use you, so you set him up to be caught molesting you. He is stripped of his rank and removed from the Church.
The paladin that arrested him comes to check on you afterwards. He is a gorgeous young man with arms as tough as rope and very beefy. You smile at him. You've found your first target. You put a hand on him, letting her fingernails linger as you tell him you can't thank him enough and hope he'll stop by to check on you often. He promises he will.
[[Mmmmm paladins|SucSubCorruptSelf]] <<set $julia = "corruptself">>You sit there sweetly, letting him teach you. The words don't mean much to you but you feel the essence of his Holy belief flowing from him, just like your corrupted demonic soul oozes from your pores.
You see the two essences mixing in the air in front of you, his holy bright mind with your dark one. They twirl around each other like oil and water, unable to mix.<<if $sld gte 2>>
But as you watch you see them slowly start to merge together. His pure, simple joy with your deviously mischievous impulses. A new color is formed from this, filling the room with a holy minded perversion. Even the words of his prayers start to take on new meanings, new inflections and you even hear him starting to use different words.
"And now." He says. "Let us conclude with the Holy Blowjob." He stands before you and undoes his robes until you are staring at his cock.
You smile sweetly at him. He does not even realize you've passively corrupted his essence. He thinks he is doing his duties as normal. You can smell his seed growing in his cock and it smells delicious. You lean forward and daintily take it into your waiting mouth, sucking at it lovingly as you stare up into his eyes. He reaches down and strokes your head as he chants what he thinks are holy words extolling the virtues of your cocksucking skills. When he squirts down your throat it comes just as he hits the part of his prayer that praises his ejaculate and those that swallow it. Which of course includes you, being a good little lust demon of course you're going to swallow! You gulp it down happily and he praises the Maker for giving you such a skilled mouth, does up his robes and walks out happily, singing his perverted hymns.
You smile to yourself as Julia appears, staring at you, mouth agape. <<else>> Eventually he stops his sermons, gives you a simple blessing, and departs.<<endif>>
<<if $succrotch eq "prettycock">>[[What's Next?|SLDX1AfterGirlCock]]<<endif>><<if $succrotch eq "sexygirl">>[[What's next?|SLDX1AfterSexyGirl]]<<endif>><<if $succrotch eq "prettygirl">>[[What's next?|SLDX1AfterPrettyGirl]]<<endif>>
<<set $sldx1 = "passivegoodgirl">><<set $sld = $sld +1>>"Part two?" You ask.
"Oh yes," She says, reaching for the drawer on the table next to your bed she produces several items of makeup and starts organizing them on your stomach and breasts while she examines your face.
"I don't need that..." You say, trying to back away from it.
"Sorry, but it's a required part of the bathing service."
"Can't you just, not?" You ask, confused.
"Well I'd love to." She says sounding not at all sorry. "But as a nurse I'm told I have to do my job exactly right or the doctors get to punish me. You see it doesn't matter that I was a neurosurgeon in my mortal life, because I'm a woman I get to be playboy bunny nurse and don't get to do things any differently while former car mechanics pretend to be doctors." She says bitterly. "But it really is breaking my heart that I have to do up a man all girly like, really. Now be a good girl or I'll have to sedate you."
You hold still, suddenly terrified of this woman as she takes in your black wings and says. "I think a sort of goth princess look would do nice on you." She starts to put a coat of pale foundation over your skin.
By the time she is done you are wearing black eyeliner, black eyeshadow, mascara, a hint of dark red blush, and dark black lipstick. She holds up a mirror to your face. Your already beautiful face is positively stunning now.
"You know I am allowed to do a few discretionary surgeries." She says. "I can pump up those lips or augment your breasts a few sizes." She reaches down and squeezes your nipples roughly. "Wadda ya say my little sissy princess, wanna be really big for the next boy you bend over for? Hmmm?" She squeezes your boobs rather possessively now as you squirm under her and look desperately for some escape route.
[[Things get worse...|sissyboss]]You sit in the primitive throne and let the Stedt adore you. Specifically...
[[You let the men serve you|CTmen]]
[[You let the women serve you|CTwomen]]
[[You let both serve you|CTboth]]
[[You have no time for this!|CundaWork]]"Gonna be all you can be and what all the nerds can make you too?" Robinson chuckles. "It'll be fun at least, I tell you that." He claps you on the back. "Maybe next time I see you you'll be in a steel robot suit spraying the Pit down with holy bees or something." He shakes his head. "Damn geeks think of the craziest shit." A shout from below summons him back into the training trenches. "Gotta go man, my next soul is here." Robinson shouts with joy and launches himself over the side of the box and back into the breach.
Shaking your head at the exuberant soldier you turn and see a short, somewhat chubby angel holding a clipboard out to you. He has short, messy red hair and is wearing glasses and a black lab coat over what look like sweat pants and a t-shirt and sandals.
"You'll need to fill this out, Codename Rubystone." He says imperiously.
"Codename...?" You ask obviously confused as you take the survey.
"Rubystone. That's your designation until you fill out the forms." He says sternly. His demeanor makes his tone somewhat absurd. You flip through it, amazed at how nerdy these questions are, but at last if you fill out this form he'll stop calling you Rubystone.
[[Start the Quiz|JuggS2]]Under your guidance the Stedt turn their decrepit little squalid slum into a respectable fort. Stone walls are built around it, the houses are expanded and the palace especially grows much larger and more refined.
Using your demonic gifts you teach them how to make weapons and armor from ore you have ordered them to mine from the mountain. Hammers clang off of anvils over forges powered by the very volcano all day and night long as weapons are produced.
You teach them basic military tactics, how to work as teams, follow orders, and use their new weapons in battle. They are growing into a legitimate force. <<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>Grom has been very helpful in all of this. He has taken to your teachers expertly and you are quite confident in his abilities as a general. He is still a ruler in many of the day to day matters and you are happy to let him handle the simple things while you focus on the big picture. You know he is very enamored with you, often starting at you while his concubines pleasure him. You have been using his lust to further motivate him, teasing him mercilessly.<<endif>> <<if $cundarock eq "command">>Rock has also proven to be a very valuable asset in all of this. You have put him in charge of training more scouts, allowing him to select the quickest thinking warriors to train as his own. They often report killing large creatures that threaten the town. But what's even better, he's started to capture them and train them. The monstrous carnivores are tossed meat daily to keep them in line. You can't wait to let them loose on your enemies. <<endif>> <<if $cundarock eq "seduce">>You don't see much of Rock, he spends his time out in the wilderness scouting and patrolling. When you do see him he acts as though he does not trust himself around you, and the massive erection that tents obscenely in his loincloth tells you why.<<endif>>
As time goes by though, you become aware that there is rumbling regarding your lack of real pregnancy. You are supposed to be a fertility goddess after all. Should you fulfill that role?<<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>
Grom seems especially eager about this possibility. He has voiced loudly his opinion that no others are worthy to father your children. Considering his physical gifts and how helpful he's been, maybe he's right? <<endif>>
[[No, I will not carry children|ChildFreeCunda]]<<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>
[[Yes, and I will let Grom Impregnate Me|CundaGromKidWorthy]]<<endif>><<if $cundarock eq "command">>
[[Yes, I will reward Rock for his invaluable help by letting him Impregnate Me|CundaKidRockWorthy]]<<endif>>
[[Yes, and it does not matter who the father is.|CundaKidNotSpecial]]
<<set $stedtbonus = "pro">>"Let's pray to save ourselves from sin." You say breathlessly.
"Oh of course." Matthias says. He squeezes your hands tenderly and starts to intone some holy words. You don't bother listening. You keep your eyes locked on his and begin to sway your hips back and forth every so slightly, teasing his already rock hard cock.
"Oh no!" You say suddenly, acting like you've dropped something, you turn and bend over, rubbing your ass right against his cock. You hear him moan. You grin and arch your back and straighten up again, wiggling your ass against him as you do. You're about to open your mouth and speak again when suddenly his big, wide, strong hands are on your tits like a vise.
You let out an involuntary squeal as he starts to mangle your breasts. He's fondling you like a horny teenager, not caring at all if you enjoy it or not, just driven mad by the need to feel you up. "Hey not so..." You start to complain but then find yourself shoved forwards into the chair. You fall forwards, bent over the back of it and Matthias is right behind you.
"Temptress!" He says, frustration and lust in his deep voice. "I shall purge...er, I shall cleanse..." He fumbles at your <<if $succlothes eq "minidress">>dress<<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "habit">>habit.<<endif>> "Fuck it, I'm just going to bang you." Well at least he's honest.
<<if $succlothes eq "minidress">>He barely needs to move your short little dress to get access to your pussy. He doesn't bother fingering you or playing with your clit. Not that he needs to, you're wet and ready for him. You hear fumbling at his robes and wiggle your ass just to tease him more as he desperately undresses. Just as you're giggling madly at how much of a cocktease you are you feel his cockhead slam into your tight little slit. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head at how furiously he just penetrated you.
His thick cock head parted your lips and slammed all the way up inside of you in one lust-crazed thrust. Your pussy shifted itself to accommodate him, displaying flexibility that no mortal girl's ever could. You are the perfect size for him now, or maybe just a tad tight. Enough to drive him wild.
He needs no additional encouragement or teasing, you've already sent him over the edge. He shoves your head down into the white cushions of the loveseat and lifts you so that your legs are dangling in the air as he fucks you. He shoves your face in further just to control you and slaps the tits that spill out from either side of your chest. Being rubbed against the fabric of the loveseat teases the hell out of your nipples and between that his gorgeous cock stuffing you with young male vigor you're blacking out from the power of the orgasms that are soon flowing through you.
He fucks you until both of you can't handle any more, but the seed you drain from him causes him to pass out. Every time he cums your demonic nature recharges him, until his body simply can't take it any more. When he finally passes out and falls backwards away from you you turn to see him flat on his back still with a huge hardon. You giggle at the sight and feel triumphant, not to mention stuffed.
Julia appears next to him and stares down, shaking her head. "I really hope he isn't seriously injured." She snaps her fingers and you suddenly can't see yourself anymore as Julia summons two other monks to remove Matthias rigid body from the room. When the door closes behind them she turns to regard you again, and you find yourself visible once more.
<<set $sldx1 = "bombshellbentover">>
[[What's Next?|SLDX1AfterSexyGirl]]<<set $sucpreg = "farmboy">><<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "habit">>He tries to tug off your habit but finds the thick cotton robe just a bit too difficult to access easily. He has just started pulling it up over your head when the door bangs open and Julia appears there. He wasn't watching closely enough but you saw her appear out of nowhere. "Matthias!" She snaps. "You were meant to teach this girl the Maker's ways not let her corrupt you!"
Matthias hand drops from your robe instantly, although his hard cock is still poking into your ass and his other hand is still pressing hard against your back, keeping your bent over the chair. "I..I..." You can tell he's coming up with an excuse to get five more minutes with you.
"OUT!" Julia demands. Matthias growls in frustration but obeys, with one last thrust of his hard cock into your round ass.
Julia turns back to you as the still erect monk leaves. "Well that was certainly enlightening." She says, shaking her head. "I suppose our recruits aren't so pure after all."
You smile innocently as you straighten up and adjust your robe.
<<set $sldx1 = "bombshellblueballs">>
[[What's Next?|SLDX1AfterSexyGirl]]<<endif>>You walk next to the old man. He walks slowly, looking about casually as he does. Many passing angels wave at him or nod respectfully, he returns the greetings with a quiet acknowledgement. You feel a bit out of place, as if you are walking to somebody much more important than you. The old angel himself doesn't do anything to give you this impression, but the men and women that pass you by sure do.
After several minutes of walking you come to a beautiful, well maintained garden. The hedges are high and form a maze. He leads you in and takes you to the center, where park benches surround a beautiful fountain.
"Sit with me." He says simply, and you primly join him on the bench. He glances you up and down and offers you a hand. "Grackle." He says simply by way of introduction. "I suppose you don't have a name yet."
What? Of course you have a name. You open your mouth to give it and then pause. What was your name again? You don't remember. Grackle smiles as he recognizes the look on your face.
"You'll find it soon." He says soothingly. "In any case, I believe you are ready to hear the truth." <<silently>>"Incidentally do you want me to return the male body the Bookkeeper gave you?"
You blush. You didn't realize he knew you were really a...wait. The body the Bookkeeper gave you? You thought he was just the greeter. Your eyes narrow. If it was him then it was a fallible decision. Is the male body really right for you? You think harder.
[[Yes Please, the Male Body was Right|AdvocateMan]]
[[No Thank You, this Body is the Right One|AdvocateWoman]]<<endsilently>>[[What truth?|Advocate2]]
<<set $adbody = "female">>"By now you have no doubt realized that the mortal and the cosmic play by very different rules." He begins. "Mortal creatures have souls, they build themselves into potential. When their souls depart from their bodies they become a cosmic being, like you or me, and their potential can become realized. Or to put it more dramatically, what we do in life echoes in eternity."
"The Bookkeeper said something about that I think." You try to remember, it seems so long ago.
Grackle nods. "The Maker, or the one we call that now. It's a title, not a name. Our current Maker has been in the Minaret for about three hundred years now."
That surprises you somewhat. "The way everyone talks it makes it sound like he is some sort of eternal..." You search for the word.
"God? Not hardly." Grackle scoffs. "We believe in a Maker so there is one. The angel who has the power to occupy that position keeps it until someone else has the power to topple him. Obviously the less people who know that the better for our security. So to most angels this is a secret. But it explains why the Maker's principles change so wildly. Belief in helping the weak, loving all, respecting all walks of life, these things are not so much our current Maker's priority."
"So why are you safe to tell me these things?" You ask.
"Power doesn't only come from looking like a ball of light and shattering mountains when you speak." He replies. "The Maker could not attack me without losing the faith of many of his followers. Not all mind you, but many. He is obsessed with strength and power, and will not lose any just because an old man has the nerve to speak his mind from time to time."
[[So what does all of this have to do with me?|Advocate3]]
//Unfinished Path - Advocate//
//Unfortunately this path is unfinished. Click [[here|Start]] to return to the start.//<<remember $UFPAdvocate = "yes">>You step into the tube and the floor below you vanishes. You let out a little yelp of joy as you go down the most awesome amusement park slide ride of your life. You fall through the clouds and empty space and infinite worlds, gaining speed as you do. Eventually you start doing loop de loops, no doubt to slow yourself down, as eventually you land with a rough thud in a very green field.
You hop to your feet, giggling happily at the incredible ride you just took. You didn't even realize your body was shifting as you traveled you were having so much fun.
You glance around, pulling your long blonde hair back from your face. You glance down and see an agile, slender body in a tight white robe. A long white staff lies on the ground, you figure it was yours and you pick it up. You see a nearby pond and walk over to you, bending over to see your reflection.
You are a little surprised to see that you have long pointed ears and very delicate features. You're an elf? No wonder everything seems so wonderful!
You don't have much time to take in the rest of your new features before a wolf whistle interrupts your gazing on your own reflection. You realize you're bending over in a tight robe and why you've earned the whistle.
"Hey, pointy-ears, time to go!" A jovial male voice calls out. You turn to see a burly young human male with curly black hair, wearing chain mail armor. He has a sword strapped to his hip and a shield on his back. Behind him you see a wagon filled with supplies, and several other adventurers milling about it.
"Oh, sorry!" You shout out and run over to him, your graceful elven legs quickly covering the distance between you two. As you arrive you see he's at least a foot taller and probably a hundred pounds heavier than you. "Sorry!" You blush, twirling your long hair nervously.
He shakes his head and slaps your shoulder, nearly knocking you down. "I swear Jelyni, without us you'd get lost every time a pretty bird flies by. Let's get going."
[[Meet the Party|MercyCleric2]]You hold up the robe, thinking of how awful it will look on you. Nobody will be able to see your beautiful body! As you wish it was more appropriate for you you pull it over your head.
As it touches your skin you feel your demonic essence corrupting it. The first change is subtle, instead of plain cotton it has become a satin blend that tantalizes your skin as it flows over you. You shiver happily as it caresses you, <<if $sldcollar eq "yes">>wincing instantly afterwards as your joy is turned to pain<<endif>> drawing a raised eyebrow from Julia.
The next change occurs as the robe tightens around you, hugging your body and squeezing it as the loose cotton robe becomes skintight satin. You let out a happy moan as it folds in on itself, material vanishing as the lower half of the robe shortens so that it now resembles the lower half of a rather short toga. Your hard cock is visibly tenting the front of the dress. The sleeves have also vanished, moving up your arms until all that is left is a single length of cloth over one shoulder, leaving most of your sexy masculine chest bare.
You smile down at it. You look like the sort of man who could, and definitely will, show anyone he meets a very good time that they will probably be ashamed of the next day.
"Interesting...." Julia says dryly. You get the impression she is a little annoyed, but more intrigued than anything else.
[[The First Experiment|SLDX1]]
<<silently>>
<<set $sld = $sld -1>>
<<set $succlothes = "toga">>
<<endsilently>>"Oh sure Daddy I just..." You aren't sure what to do. You don't want to give in and you don't want to say no either. Oh gosh if only someone would make this decision for you.
It looks like you are going to get your wish. Wolf advances on you like he's smelled blood. He quickly unbuttons your shirt and throws it to the side. You reach behind yourself to remove your bra but he slaps your hands away. With one hand he pulls both of your wrists up over your head and with the other he unhooks your bra and pulls it up and off of you. Whoa, he just took your bra off with one hand? This guy must be experienced! You giggle to yourself at the thought as he pulls your hair out of the bun letting it loose and down.
"Oh yes." He grins at your dumb giggle. He lets go of your hands and unzips your skirt, pulling it down roughly with one motion. The next thing you know his pants are unzipped and his cock is out. Your eyes boggle as you see it. It has to be at least ten inches long and two inches thick. You're about to protest that there's no way you can take that when it becomes abundantly clear you don't get a choice in the matter.
He grabs both of your legs under your thighs, his hands no doubt appreciating your smooth sheer tights, and he lifts you up. Apparently he wants you to leave on your tights and heels. You grab onto his shoulders for balance as your heels meet behind his back and he tugs your panties to one side and drops you onto his cock.
Your instincts tell you to scream but it dies of shock halfway through coming out as his cock easily slides its entire length all the way up into you, hilting easily. Your pussy seems to have stretched to fit it perfectly. And it feels incredible!
Before you can even register this fully he starts to thrust into you, fucking you rather roughly. You are sure this would be very painful if you were mortal. But you aren't. And it isn't. In fact it's wonderful. You gasp for joy as he you bounces you, feeling your heavy tits smack into your chest as you come down. "Oh that's adorable..." Wolf says seeing it. It seems to encourage him to fuck you harder.
His stamina is remarkable. Trapped in the elevator you get fucked so long and so hard that you cum several times. Your wet pussy starts to feel exhausted, even with your superhuman endurance. At a certain point it almost starts to be too much though. Your whines of fun turn into whines of protest as your tits bouncing start to actually get uncomfortable, your midsection starts to feel rather strained and your little wings are barely flapping anymore out of exhaustion.
"Worn out already my little Candy girl?" Wolf taunts. His cock has remained rock hard this whole time, and he hasn't wavered one bit despite holding you up and controlling the tempo this entire time.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He buries his face in your rack and motorboats you playfully, seemingly just because he can. However this causes your hands to slip off from his shoulders, as he bends down you can't grab on anymore and find yourself feeling like even more of a rag doll as he suddenly straightens up and starts fucking you again.
You feel his huge rod shoving deep into you over and over and as you stare at him thinking of begging him to relent you see he's simply staring at your boobs as they jiggle around. With your entire upper body bouncing like a rag doll it must be like watching jello. You look at him with a begging, desperate, defeated expression.
And then he cums. You don't feel anything squirting into you but you do feel his cock throbbing and pulsing and then slowly shrinking.
He moves forward and leans your back against the wall of the elevator. "Oh you're going to fit in great." He grins, moving his face down to suck at your tits and play with them as his cock slowly recedes from your pussy. You sit there, still impaled on his limp cock as he slobbers on your breasts for quite some time. You don't complain, you're just grateful that you aren't being bounced around anymore.
"First time?" He finally asks, pulling back and letting you back to your feet. You nod timidly, your legs screaming as you support yourself. He chuckles as he picks up your clothes and hands them to you. "Don't worry, angels can't reproduce, that's just for mortals."
"Oh." You say, relieved. "I guess I don't have to worry about getting pregnant..." You manage to get dressed quickly and he presses the button for the elevator.
"I didn't say that." Wolf grins as the door opens. You look at him a bit scared as he walks off cockily.
On the other side of the door you see a very busy office. Secretaries dressed like you are scurrying about, although you notice that none of them are as stacked as you, and none have pink hair. Nobody seems to be paying much attention to you at first, you stand there not sure what to do.
Finally one of the secretaries notices you. "Oh for the Maker's sake, get out of there." She grabs your hand and pulls you out of the elevator. Before you can ask her where to go though, she scampers off, hips wiggling due to her high heels.
[[Ummm...|OfftheElevator]]<<set $wolf = "daddy">>"Hey babe." She says, "Damn that smells good. Mom hasn't made anything this good in awhile." She says happily as she piles her plate up with the french toast your mom told you make just how she likes.
"Mom didn't." You grump. "I did." You turn around to pour her some coffee.
"Oh, well look at you Betty Crocker." April grins and gives you a light slap on the ass. "Good job."
"Dammit April I almost spilled it." You say handing her the cup.
"Well don't worry you'll get used to your new balance soon." April says. You fume a bit as she implies it's //your// fault. "Oh man even the coffee's good."
"Why are you drinking coffee?" You ask. "Shouldn't you be sleeping until mom drags you out of bed for class?"
April sighs. "I uh, have chores to do."
"What? Mom didn't tell me..."
"No. It's just me. I uh, need to spend like the entire stupid day shoveling snow and chopping up dead trees."
"Oh." You're glad you dodged that one. But wait that means... "So uh, you're not helping me clean?"
"Nope!" She says, a bit too cheerily. "That's all you from now on."
"Dammit." You swear. "They're really getting into this man/woman role."
"Hey now, we're just doing what we can to fit in." April grins, finishes up her toast and walks over to you. She pulls you in for a kiss and and ass squeeze. You have a hard time staying mad at her when she treats you like this. "Besides." She says afterwards. "Once I have the basketball court cleared off we can play one on one again!"
"Oh. Great." You say, sounding as unenthusiastic as you feel. April was already athletic for a girl, and your new body is a lot slower and weaker than your old one. You doubt it's going to be even close to fair but you don't want back down. "You uh, gotta let me practice first though."
"No problem, long as I get to watch." She grins, lifts your ass and slaps it again and walks off, leaving you her dishes.
[[Go and check on your parents|GemM4]]The lights gradually lose their intensity as you drift towards Oblivion.
You cannot know how long time passes. You are alone with your soul. It is not quite a brain so it wouldn't be proper to say you are along with your thoughts.
Finally there is an interruption. The light around you flickers oddly. Something is trying to get through.
[[Tune In|Slaad]]
[[Turn On|MovetheStars]]
[[Drop Out|Memories]]Your formerly rather strict, prim, and dignified mother has slowly become a friendly, bubbly little domestic straight out of the 1950s. Even her wardrobe has slowly become more and more feminine and, for lack of a better term, housewifey.
Here she is at five thirty in the morning, dressed in a Donna Reed style poofy skirted housedress with a frilly apron on over it, twirling and humming to herself in a pair of four inch heels, hair and makeup immaculately done as she bustles about the kitchen.
Her body is changing too, and you can't help but notice that her breasts seem to be growing as fast as yours, and with their headstart she's gone from respectable to jaw dropping in the chest area. She looks up from her humming and smiles when she sees you.
"Tommy! How wonderful you're up so early, here, come help me." She beckons you over to the stove and hands you a mixing bowl. "I'm making your uh, sister's favorite pancakes from scratch, oh, you should probably learn how. Let me show you...oh, but put this on first."
A bit off guard by this rush of energy so early in the morning you find yourself being stripped of your bathrobe and an apron that matches hers being pulled over your head, others than not having a poofy skirt under it to flare it out quite as much, it is just as lacy as hers with floral patterns stitched into it. When did she even get these? "Oh, here sweetie, we don't want any hair dropping in..." She quickly pulls your hair back into a ponytail. It feels higher than normal but you have other things on your mind.
If she cares that you have a noticable pair of breasts under the shirt and that your ass is stretching out the boxers something fierce she doesn't say anything.
"Mom we need to talk." You say as you start mixing the pancake batter.
"Not now darling, your father will be up soon, get those pancakes on and I'll show you how to make the french toast just how April likes it, oh and get some bacon sizzling, they love smelling that in the morning!"
"Um alright but maybe after we can.."
"Yes sweetie, I promise we'll talk while we do the dishes." She beams at you, "Oh I'm so glad you're going to be helping me out with this." She plants a cheerful kiss on your cheek, not bothering to wipe off her lipstick.
"Okay..." You say, a bit perturbed that you were somehow roped into helping with the dishes as well as breakfast.
Breakfast is a bit of a whirlwind. Your mother takes advantage of having you in the kitchen to sit and chat with your father, and you give them time alone that you know they value. Even if you hadn't planned on doing that the constant requests for more condiments or alterations to various food items have you constantly scurrying back and forth.
Throughout the meal your father seems...
[[Really Happy|GemD1]]
<<set $gemm = "girl">>"Good." Dagget nods. He then begins his evaluation of you. "From now on you call me Commander you got that? I'm gonna tell you what I think of you newbie, then you're going to go home and cry about it. When you come back tomorrow I'd better see an improvement."
<<if $tbonus eq "wife">>Without missing a beat he walks behind you and places his hands tightly at your midsection and squeezes. He find a grip on your slightly chubby midsection. "This has gotta go." He says firmly. "You won't get much in the way of fat here but if I find you sneaking candy and slacking on workouts I'll put that fat ass over my knee so fast you won't be able to sit for a week. Work out as hard as you can before you come back tomorrow."<<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "heartbreaker">>His eyes wander up and down your figure several times, lingering on your breasts. He walks around you and you can feel his eyes focusing on your ass. "You've got a hell of a body, dontcha?" He says, sounding more aroused than impressed. "But you won't get to spend a lot of time in a bikini here. When you're off duty make sure you eat enough and work out with weights, get some muscles to go with those big tits." He slaps your ass at nowhere near maximum strength, squeezing it possessively for several long seconds before grunting and pulling his hand away.<<endif>><<if $tbonus eq "buffy">>He glances up and down an grunts, which you get the impression is the closest thing he gets to satisfied. "You're in the right shape that's for sure." He nods. "Make sure you stay that way."<<set $dres = $dres +1>><<endif>>
He then lets you know what he thinks of your clothes. <<if $elfbonus eq "fighter">>"You got the right idea." He says, nodding at your outfit. "We don't have much in the way of uniforms unfortunately, so you can keep wearing that until we have something more professional to get you in."<<set $dres = $dres +1>><<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "thief">>He looks your clothes up and down and then turns and spits into the subway tunnel. "We ain't hipster ninjas here sweetie." He says with a shake of your head. "Tomorrow come in something more sensible for hard work."<<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "vamp">>"And I can promise you something, you show up tomorrow in a skirt and heels and I'm gonna assume you want me to bend you over an exercise ball and fuck your sweet little pussy til you pass out."<<endif>> He also apparently has some thoughts on your hair and makeup as he continues. <<if $gbonus eq "femmefatale">>"And wipe all that crap off your face and get your hair out of your eyes." He motions to your exotic makeup. "This is the defense corps, not Miss America."<<endif>><<if $gbonus eq "maid">>"And don't come in pigtails unless you're trying to give me something to grab onto while you suck my cock." He yells, sounding like he very much means it.<<endif>><<if $gbonus eq "hard">>"Huh. No makeup. That's good, most of the girls they send me are drowning in the stuff."<<set $dres = $dres +1>><<endif>>
<<if $dres gte 3>>"Well shit." Dagget says, stepping back and looking you over once more as if to make sure he isn't dreaming. "You're the best goddamn newbie I've seen in forever. Aren't you fucking proud of yourself?"
"Sir yes sir!" You say in response, standing at attention.
"You better goddamn right be proud of yourself." He yells at you again. Why is he yelling if he's complimenting you? You let that go for now. "In fact you are such a fucking outstanding recruit I'm going to promote you to Captain on the spot. Are you elated?"
"Sir, yes sir!" You say with a grin on your face.
"Outstanding. [[Meet me back here in two hours.|BDefSuper]]"<<else>>"Alright, you know what I think of you newbie. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow for your next evaluation. Dismissed."
[[Head home|BDEval]]<<endif>>"Alan, Rafael, Dad, c'mon your lunches are ready." You scream, exasperated. You've been up for an hour getting everybody's meals for the day ready after your morning shower and getting dressed. The boys are, as always, sleeping in. What would they do without you?
Your daddy is first up as usual. He smiles at you, gives you a kiss and thanks you for being his princess. You beam back. You love him so much. He heads off for work. You know he's having affairs with at least half a dozen women there, but Rafael doesn't mind.
Speaking of which he's next, looking hot in his cop uniform. He's going to be a detective soon if he keeps it up. Having no work to do around the house because you handle it all gives him time to do anything he wants. He takes his lunch, slaps your ass and takes off in his cop car.
"Alan, we're gonna miss the bus." You yell at him. He finally appears, dissheveled and sexy as always. He grabs his lunch and then the two of you take off for the school bus.
He gets there first of course, his long legs in his sneakers move so much quicker than you can in the heels you always wear. You've given up on flat shoes. Even in your one on one games you wear high heels. You just like how you feel in them. Of course you were right and you did nearly miss the bus. Alan holds it for you as you move as quickly as your body allows. Of course everyone thinks you're the one they always have to wait for. You sigh at the dirty looks.
"She does that on purpose so all the boys stare at her as she runs." You hear one of your rivals muttering to her friend as you walk past. You close your eyes and let it go.
School is stressful for you. You've got so much to do at home that half the time you barely get your homework done in time. Your grades are below average, you don't have time for extra cirricular activites, but you are very popular. There isn't ever any shortage of boys and girls asking for your spare time, and you are usually happy to give it to them. Eventually you'll pick one of the boys to marry. You almost look forward to having your own house and family to look after.
As Carli's acceptance of her mediocre future fills her head, you feel your presence slipping out of it and leaving her behind as you [[return to the stars.|Zodiac]]
//This was basically fanfiction set in the universe of "The Masculine Mystique" by barabbas. I'm pretty sure if you're playing this you've already seen that, but just in case -> [[http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=82]] go play it, you will not regret it.//As you go to change you realize Rafael didn't get you a whole lot of active wear. You have dozens of small dresses and items of lacy lingerie for every piece of clothing you could run in.
You pull on three sportsbras, still not quite as supported as you would like, a pair of bicycle shorts, a pair of socks and sneakers, and...at that point pretty much run out of options. You go to Alan's room and grab one of your old t-shirts (he got all of your boy clothes when you got all of his old girl clothes) and pull it on. It fits you like a tent, but it's better than nothing.
You walk out to meet him at the basketball court and he tells you how cute you look in his shirt. You take a few minutes getting used to your new body. It's very much not built for basketball. You miss your first dozen or so shots until you figure out the new angles you're shooting from. You aren't thrilled about your chances of beating Alan but you don't want to spend all day with him laughing as you miss free throws either so you start the game.
He lets you take the ball first. You take a deep breath, turn your back to him and just as you are prepared to try to back him up and take a shot his hands snake up inside your arms and grab at your boobs.
"Alan!!" You scream, as you try to slap his hands away. He quickly grabs the ball and lays it up.
"I think that was a foul." You say, crossing your arms and glaring at him.
"No way, I just grabbed for the large round objects. That's the goal of the game don't you know?" He smirks.
"That one doesn't count." You stick to your guns.
"Okay fine, yours again." You nod.
The game goes on like that. Alan goes closer and closer to crossing the line between playing physical defense and flat out molesting you. He uses his superior strength to bully you whenever he has the basketball, nearly shoving you down every chance he gets. His reach is just a few inches longer than yours, and you end up having to press up very close to him to have a chance at guarding him.
Despite the fact that he has a much better body for this sort of thing, you keep the game close and by the end of it with all the heavy activity and close contact you're both so turned on you can barely think straight.
He has the ball now, up by three scores and it's game point for him. He has his back to you and you're ready to get bumped up and driven on again when suddenly he turns around, holding the ball high above his head. You start to jump for it when his other arm wraps around your waist and holds you close to him, he kisses you full on the lips.
You lose track of what you were doing, your arms slowly wrapping around his neck as the two of you embrace. He tosses the ball up. You don't hear it hit the backboard, or the rim, just land on the ground nearby. "Did you make it?" You ask, knowing full well he didn't.
"Totally." He says, using his now free arm to hold you tight. The two of you kiss for several nice, long, yummy minutes.
"So you won." You finally say. "I guess you're finally catching up to me." Counting your old bodies, you had the advantage in one on one games.
"Uh huh." He says with a smirk. "And for my prize..." Oh dammit, you forget about this. The winner always got to claim a prize from the loser. Usually it was doing chores, sometimes something more embarassing. You look up with trepidation in your eyes as you see the superior grin on his face. Uh oh. "You play the next game topless."
You are equally parts turned on and frustrated at that. "Alan I won't stand a chance if I'm..."
"Jiggling all over like a porn star?" He asks, reaching a hand up to gently rub your tits, making you purr.
"Something like that. But c'mon I never made you do that and your boobs were like mosquito bites next to mine."
Now it's Alan's turn to look miffed. "Hey Pamela Anderson I was a B cup thank you very much." He squeezes your breast in his hand, hard. You moan despite yourself.
"Like I said...basically mosquito bites." You laugh, then wince in advance as he brings up his other hand and is squeezing you hard now. You laugh again and pull away and take off running.
He catches you pretty much instantly, you squeal playfully as he lifts you up from behind and brings you not quite gently to the ground of the basketball court. It's cold from the early spring weather, and moreso as he suddenly grabs your shirt and pulls it off over your head. He leaves it around your arms, using it as makeshift rope to bind them above your head.
At first you laugh but then as you tug on your hands they are tied //to// something. You look back and see he's managed to turn your shirt into a rope and tie your hands to the base of the basketball hoop. "Alan!" You snap, realizing he has you trapped on your back with your arms extended behind your head.
He doesn't seem to think much of that though and gives you an exasperated look, "Really, three sprotsbras? Carli your opinion of your tits is almost as inflated as they are." He makes fun, flicking at your nipples.
"Ow stop. They're not inflated, they're just real boobs, sorry if you haven't seen any before." You are really pushing his buttons. For some reason he gets really worked up when you imply you're a hotter girl than he was.
"Okay fine, then I'll show you a real cock." He says, pulling down his shorts. You make a show of wanting to get away but it isn't much of one. Soon he's got his cock out and his shorts kicked off as he straddles your stomach.
"Now let's just get rid of these." He says, lifting you up slightly and pulling your bras off all three at a time, releasing your big tits, your bras join your shirt around your wrists. "So here's my real cock, and here's your real tits, and here you are all helpless." He grins down wolfishly at you.
"Oh no." You realize where this is going. "Uhhh hey I was just kidding you had great tits and uh, you have such a big cock I'm sure you don't need to show it off!"
"Really, do I have a big cock?" He says, sounding happy to hear you say these things.
"Huge, so big." You say quickly, trying to pacify him, knowing you're going to stay tied up until mom or dad gets home if he doesn't want to let you go.
"Much bigger than yours was right?" He grins. Dammit. You get just as worked up as him at these insinuations.
"Yes." You say through gritted teeth.
"I mean even when you had one it was sort of small wasn't it?"
You glare at him and pause before saying, painfully. "Yes." You know if you argue he'll never let you up.
"Good. Now let's see.." He flops his cock down in your cleavage, and gazes down at it. It's nice and hard, although not as hard as it gets you know from experience. He then pushes your left boob into his cock and smiles at the feeling. "So nice and soft. So big. Like big huge boob shaped pillows." He laughs. "God I'm so glad you're gonna let me titty fuck you Carli." He brings his other hand up and pushes your boobs into his cock. "Oh damn that feels wonderful. Don't you think so?" He grins at you menacingly.
"Yes." You whimper. It doesn't feel that great, but the way he's talking to you and taking command and the sight of his cock and maybe the fact that you're tied up all has you really, really, turned on.
He starts to push his cock in and out of your cleavage, it comes out the top near your neck before he pulls it back and it vanishes again. You can feel it even when you can't see it, nice and thick. You want it in your pussy, badly. You squirm at the thought.
"Getting all worked up are we?" He smirks down at you. "You know if you're good I'll fuck you after this. Are you a good girl Carli?"
"Yes, yes I'm a good girl." You say quickly, writhing in need.
"Are you my big boobed bimbo?" He says with an evil grin, still fucking your tits slowly.
You grimace but agree. "Yes I'm your big boobed bimbo." You agree.
"Don't you love me fucking your tits my big boobed bimbo?" He is having the time of his life and you wish you could hate him for it.
"Yes, yes I love having your big huge fat cock between my big boobs." You say, dying a little inside despite how turned on you are.
"Oh I love when you talk dirty." He moans. You keep talking like that to encourage him as he fucks your tits, and before too long he's spraying between them and out of the top. His cum splatters on your neck and chest and he grins down at you. "Such a pretty sight." He smirks. "Now..I believe I owe you something. But what was it?" He acts like he doesn't remember.
"Alan!" You snap. "You promsied to fuck me!" You hardly care about his cum on you, you need his cock more.
"Oh that's right." He says laughing as he gets up to pull off your lycra shorts. "Mmmm. So pretty." He smiles at the sight of your naked body and then the next thing you know he's between your legs, lifting your knees over his shoulders to push you back his cock sliders into your wet and ready pussy making you moan in relief and joy as he starts to fuck you. He barely even went soft between fucking your tits and fucking your pussy. Thank god for Rosestead boys.
He gives you a really good, proper fucking on the basektball court. The only complaint you have is the way your back gets scraped up but you don't notice until afterwards. You lie there afterwards, happily tied up, staring up at the grey sky.
"Hey uh Alan?"
"Mmmm?" He looks up from your stomach where his head is resting.
"It's snowing again, untie me already." You say. He grins and, although you can tell he's thinking of teasing you more, unties you and you get up and head inside to clean up.
After that, your lovemaking sessions with your brother tend to involve makeshift ropes. You love every minute of it.
[[A few months later|GemM7]]As the days go by the changes around the house seem to accelerate. Your breasts grow in. And grow. And grow. Every time you're sure they have to have stopped they just keep going. Turns out you got the boob DNA from your dad's mother, who was famously stacked. Rafael gives you all of his and Alan's old girl clothes, and buys you a lot more on top of it as most of them don't fit. His taste is a bit provacative to say the least, but he insists that it will help you fit in here. Your bra tags almost make you faint when you realize how big you are. Finally, your body settles down.
You end up with hair down to your mid back, wavy and thick, a beautiful face with very kissable lips and soft eyes, smooth pale skin, and a layer of what almost looks like babyfat over your substantial curves. No matter how litle you eat or how much you try to move around you can't seem to shake a very slight muffintop.
Your brother has turned into a major beefcake. There's no other way to put it. He spends most of his time outdoors working in the woods, comes back in, tracks dirt and snow through your house, and relaxes watching TV with his shirt off. You find the view more and more appealing. When you bring him some snack or drink he likes to pull you into his lap and the two of you waste a lot of time exploring each other's bodies. Well, you don't consider it a waste. You lose your virginity bent over the coffee table with ESPN on at an angle Alan can watch from while he fucks you. It's not exactly romantic, but he's pretty good at it so you don't mind much. You quickly learn nothing makes him happier than getting a blowjob while he watches his favorite teams play, and you get a thrill out of indulging him.
Rafael stays slender, but his physique becomes aggressively masculine and his strict military bearing even more so. For the most part though, he doesn't care about most of the house and you get away with cleaning most of it only once every other week or so. The kitchen and bathrooms however, you need to do almost every day. He insist you wear dish gloves and an apron at all times when cleaning, and gives you a loose black dress for your "uniform." It isn't until you catch yourself in the mirror one day that you realize he's dressed you as a maid. In your own home. You confront him about it one day, and he tells you to be thankful the skirt goes past your knees and you aren't in heels. You let it go after that. He four days a week driving his cop car around and protecting the community, pretty much coming home just to sleep. The other three days he has off, and you resume your classes on those days. Despite his obvious interest in you, he doesn't take advantage on most days as a hot young cop usually has time to bang someone during his breaks and he has lots of options. However from time to time he comes home stressed and tells you to follow him into his room, where you drain the stress out of him with your increasingly skilled mouth. He usually passes out right afterwards.
Your father has also bulked up significantly. With his square rimmed glasses and new mucles he looks like Clark Kent. His hands enjoy squeezing your curves and the two of you have shared a few kisses, but the women at his office keep him more than satisfied and your activities with him haven't gone any further than that.
The three men of the house love spending time with each other, and they laugh and laugh as they tell jokes and watch sports. You feel like the odd one out and usually sit quietly, often snuggled up to your brother and being sent to fetch drinks and such.
Your days are spent cooking, cleaning, getting felt up by your family, and feeling annoyed at everything. One day though, your brother comes and tells you that he's got the basketball court cleared off and it's warm enough to play. You owe him a one on one he says.
[[That does sound nice|GemM6]]"So while I'm in training, Alan will be doing all the yardwork, or at least what he can with the snow and our little princess will be in charge of the house." Your mom is saying as you walk in.
You're confused. Alan? Princess?
"Oh speak of the devil." Your dad says. "Or I guess I should say succubus." He exchanges a look with you mom and they laugh.
"Uh, what?" You ask.
"Oh we were just discussing how we're changing up the household duties to reflect our changes." Your mom says.
"Oh so you uh, know.." You stammer.
Your dad and mom nearly roll their eyes in unison. "Sweetie." Your dad says, "Look." He points to a nearby mirror. You glance in it and see yourself. You boobs have grown enough to be visible under your shirt, your ass is really straining against the tight boxers, and your face is distinctly feminine. The apron and ponytail make you look even cuter.
"Oh." You say blankly.
"Right. So, with me and your brother changing guess who gets to the woman of the house?" Your mom says. She almost sounds like she's taunting you.
"What?" You stammer. "You too?!?"
"Mmmm hmmm." Your mom says.
"So uh, are you still mom or are you both dad?"
"I'm your dad." Your dad says, he's gone back to his newspaper. "To keep it simple, you can call him Rafael." He nods to your mother, er, father.
"Rafael?" You grin.
"Yes." Rafael says firmly. "It's a very distinguished name, not to mention the male version of Rachel."
"Also a ninja turtle." You mutter.
"What?" He snaps.
"Hey, uh, I'm just saying we already have an April, dad do you want me to call you Splinter?" You laugh.
"Oh, right, he's not April, he's Alan. You can be April if you want though." Rafael throws it back at you.
"Ugh, no, I'm not taking my sister's name." You say, offended.
"Well fine, honey what do you think we should call her?" Rafael asks your dad.
"Doesn't matter to me I'm just going to call her princess." Your father says, turning the page of his paper. He never did really use April's name either now that you think of it.
"Carli." Your mother announces.
"Carly?" You say.
"With an I." Your mother corrects. How she knew you were spelling it with a Y you have no idea.
"Isn't that a little?" You trail off.
"What, girly? No more so than your boobs. Which incidentally, I think are going to be really spectacular." Rafael says. "So, to return to the subject at hand, the splitting of the workload. "Sit down Carli." Looks like that's been decided.
"Uh..." You glance around, there are only the two chairs. You go to get another.
"Carli, sit down." Rafael says, scotting his chair back and patting his leg. You grump a little as you slide into his lap.
"Aren't I a little old for this?" You say, securing yourself with your arms around his shoulders.
"I assure you. my reasosn for asking for this are very adult." Rafael says, grinning as his hand moves up and down your back and the other slides up your naked leg.
Oh my. Change subject! Change subject! "Uh, so you guys are gonna stay married?" You might be asking more than you care to hear, but you're very curious.
"Of course." Your mom says. "We love each other. We're open minded people. And besides, even if we find being with each other not what it once was, which we haven't really figured out yet, but even if we decide that, the way people are around here we won't have any problem having women on the side."
"Which you know, would also qualify as work for the woman of the house." Your dad says matter of factly as he turns the page of his paper.
"Uh I uhh..." You stammer. Subject change failed. Try again. "So, workload?"
"Oh right. Well, as the woman of the house all of the cooking and cleaning goes to you. You've learned most of it the past few weeks so it shouldn't be a huge problem."
"What?" You stammer. "This entire house? I can't do it all by myself it will take hours!"
"How lucky for you there are twenty four in a day." Your dad says dryly.
"But isn't April, er, Alan going to help?"
"No, he's got the yard to take care of." Rafael says.
"Can't you do that?" You ask.
"No, I can't sit around the house all day. I'm going to be training as policeman. I should be starting that job in a few months. They were really impressed with my resume." You bet they were. With her, or his qualifications he's probably slumming by being a local cop.
You sigh. "Fine." You mutter. This isn't going to be quite as fun as you imagined.
[[Days go by|GemM5]]You call up Domingo and Luna on the radio and tell them you want to do what they do, exploring the surface world for newcomers and useful stuff. They tell you you made the right choice and to where to meet them the next morning to get started.
<<if $elfbonus eq "vamp">>After some initial evaluation, both Luna and Domingo express concerns that you aren't quite tough enough or sneaky enough to survive in the ruins.
[[Listen to Them, Pick Something Else|BioJobs]]
<<else>>[[Get Your Gear|BE1]]<<endif>>
<<set $gabby = "new">>You use your demonic vision to see what is marching from the first walled city toward your position. It is a force of armed men with simple swords and lamellar armor and priests in white robes bearing symbols of the maker.
<<if $power lte 2>>The force outnumbers yours significantly. <<endif>><<if $power eq 3>>The force outnumbers yours significantly.<<endif>><<if $power eq 4>>The force outnumbers yours slightly.<<endif>> <<if $power gte 5>>It seems like a puny gathering next to the massive array of manpower you have at your disposal.<<endif>>
At the head of the force, mounted on a camel-like beast is a man with a thick beard carrying a mace and wearing an armored robe. Some sort of warrior-priest.
"How shall we meet this force?" A Marku warrior asks you as you relay what you have seen.
[[Attack Them. Show no Mercy|AnwarWar]]
[[Let's Negotiate|AnwarPeace]]It is the end of the summer season as you stand on the banks of the mighty Anwara. You and your most devout followers are camped in the lightly forested area where the jungle meets the flood plains. The people that live here are slightly darker than the Marku, with curly hair and hawk-like noses. They are broad in their proportions, the men in the shoulders, the women in the hips. They read and write and work in iron and clay and tend domesticated herds of docile animals. They live in a few walled communities, leading eventaully to the first city that was ever built on this planet - named after the great ziggurat that is at the heart of the city - Anwar-Kull. It is there that Anwar-Mesh, the king of the Anwar rules. It is there that the Anwar priests learn the rules of the Maker's law and spread it and force it to their people. It is there that you must exert your influence to gain the power you need to return to the cosmos.
Things have changed in the half a year that has passed since you first arrived. As you spend more time with a mixed following your features has shifted. Your skin has darkened to resemble almost a mix of the two people that worship you, something that many of the local humans will also display you think with a smile as you picture all of the mixed-race couples that have sprung up thanks to your religion. Likewise your hair has become more smooth and silky, and bright feathers and beads have joined the bone totems braided into it. Your bone and stone necklaces and bracelets are now mixed with brightly colored Marku jewelry of precious metals and gems.
You've also toned down in the 'earth mother' department. While you once resembled a woman about to birth triplets, you know look more like a woman about four months in to a single baby. Shrinking down like this has been a huge relief for moving about.
<<if $cmoutfit eq "elder">>You still wear the robes of a Marku elder, modified slightly to expose your beautiful cleavage and slit up each leg. Hey what's the point in having such an amazing body if you don't show it off, right?<<endif>><<if $cmoutfit eq "shaman">>As your body has slimmed down you fit much better into the traditional Marku shaman "robes" and you love the effect they have on people as you make your appearances.<<endif>><<if $cmoutfit eq "war">>Your fierce appearance has been complimented by having a stomach that your followers can actually fit armor around now. Your thick leather coverings are embedded with gold and gems from the Marku jungles making you a resplendent warlord.<<endif>><<if $cmoutfit eq "stedt">>Your animal-skin skirt has become a dress, although it is still very short and low cut. You have added some totems of victory to it, skulls of particularly prominent persons you have killed in battle and such, just to remind everyone why they should fear you.<<endif>>
<<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>Your Stedt followers remain well disciplined, and their training has rubbed off on the Marku, many of whom have fallen in line and now flank your Stedt troopers as bowmen and additional infantry. The weapon and armor makers of both tribes have combined their efforts, and your force may be the best equipped to ever have emerged from the jungles.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "fertile">>Your blessing of fertility on your Stedt followers has certainly made them very popular with the Marku. Bellies swell with children everywhere you go, as the Marku themselves begin to acquire some of the gift for themselves.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>Your gift to your people has not appeared physically on the Marku, only your Stedt followers have skin that is composed of the earth, but the Marku shamans have incorporated the earth into their repoitoire of sky and rain, and the Stedt are likewise learning the Marku ways. The elemental powers of your mystics is truly remarkable thanks to your blessings.<<endif>>
<<if $firstlaw eq "love">>All throughout the jungles and mountains there is a constant celebration of life. Free of old inhibitions, love is indeed the law, just as you have decreed it. Communal areas are springing up near most villages and tribal resting places, areas tended to by your priests who welcome any who need aid with succor and sex. Your religion has started as a sort of erotic socialism tended to by beautiful priests. <<endif>><<if $firstlaw eq "merit">>All throughout the jungles and mountains the Stedt and Marku are mingling together and learning from each other. The toughness of the mountain dwellers and the skills of the jungle tribes are making everyone stronger and praise to you for making it so is common. Wandering travelers, inspiried by your teachings have begun to ensure your worship far and wide as your religion has become one fueled by a wandering and altruistic priesthood.<<endif>><<if $firstlaw eq "fear">>All throughout the jungles and mountains those who have taken it upon themselves to be your priests spread your terrifying word to your people. Those who do not worship are shunned if not outright attacked. These priests are slowly forming churches from which you suspect an organized religion will form.<<endif>>
Your progression to the banks of the Anwara did not go unnoticed by Anwar-Mesh and his people. A procession is marching to meet yours.
[[Plan for this Encounter|SMA2]]<h1><center>Belly of the Beast</center></h1>The cycle repeats itself. You consume the weak. You grow strong. You consume the strong. You grow bloated. The weak crawl to you. You consume them. You grow gigantic. You once again draw the attention of the great horned demon. It gives you the same choices. You refuse to do anything but eat.
The creature pops you in its mouth. The demons in its stomach rip you to shreds and it devours you. You are reborn. The cycle repeats again. And again. And again. You cannot resist the urge to eat. You cannot be anything less than a gluttonous, disgusting, foolish blob of a thing.
You become the favored meal of the horned god. In time you view this as the ultimate thrill, even attempting to consume the devils in the god's stomach as you fall into it. Sometimes you even succeed. But you are always devoured one way or the other.
Although sometimes you are [[toyed with by a succubus who gets off on fat-shaming lemures with cookies.|CookieLols]]
You fall into a cycle. A scavenger. A God. A snack. Repeated forever. This is your fate. [[For what it's worth.|dignominy]]
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingBellyoftheBeast = "yes">>"Alright, first let me show you how to read the Fade Matrixes..." Malone begins to go over the various readouts in front of him. There's almost no consistency, some give their information in metric, some in imperial, others in raw numbers that have no context. It is a horrifically inefficient system.
The Fade Matrix itself though, seems to be what is powering Malone's device. As he goes over it you realize it is draining power from the energy released when cosmic beings fade to oblivion. This raises a lot of questions in your mind.<<if $tbonus eq "wife">>
But the complete clutter and lack of organization here is even more annoying to you. Clearly nobody is caring properly for Malone and it is affecting his work. You shake your head and wonder if maybe you should take it upon yourself to be the woman behind this man? Your experience with your husband back in the trailer park could come in handy!<<endif>>
[[Pry into the nature of the power source|falloutoblivionpry]]
<<if $tbonus eq "wife">>[[Devote yourself to making Malone's life better|MaloneWife]]<<endif>>"Welcome."
The interior is so bright at first that you can't quite make out the voice that speaks. Then you realize that the voice is coming from within a very bright light itself. The voice is masculine and authoritative, but not unfriendly.
The light floats in the middle of a room made of white marble, polished until it gleams and reflects the energy being in the middle. There are no other features that you can detect, not even the door you walked in through.
<<if $sex eq "male">>"This is your first time here." The being explains. "You must be initiated into our martial order before you shall proceed." Apparently space doesn't work quite the way you are used to here. You sense that the energy being is somehow analyzing you. "The Bookkeeper intended you for the Seraphs." He says. "But I am not sure that is your destiny. From my analysis, I have declared you are suitable for either the Seraphs or the Mercies"
"Seraphs? Mercies?", you ask in confusion.
"There are two options a newcomer to our order can take. The Seraphs are our armed forces, they actively seek the forces of evil to smite or bind. They are hard, bold, and heroic and are given the forms they need to embody such virtues. You wear the start of such a form now, but I am not wholly convinced that is your true nature."
"The Mercies, on the other hand, are our visitors to mortal souls who gave them faith and hope. They represent His love and compassion. They are sympathetic, caring, and adored and given the bodies needed to show the mortal world such traits."
A door appears to your left, another to your right. "To your left you will find the training for a Mercy. To the right the Seraphs."
[[Walk to the left and join the Mercies|Mercy]]
[[Walk to the right and join the Seraphs|Seraph]]<<else>>"This is your first time here." The being explains. "You must be initiated into our martial order before you shall proceed." Apparently space doesn't work quite the way you are used to here. You sense that the energy being is somehow analyzing you. "The Bookkeeper intended you for the Mercies." He says. "and from my analysis, I believe that he was correct. You are more suited to the Mercies than the Seraphs."
"Mercies? Seraphs?", you ask in confusion.
"The Mercies are our visitors to mortal souls who give them faith and hope. They represent the Maker's love and compassion. They are sympathetic, caring, and adored and given the bodies needed to show the mortal world such traits. You wear the start of such a form now."
"The Seraphs, on the other hand, are our armed forces, they actively seek the forces of evil to smite or bind. They are hard, bold, and heroic."
A door appears to your left, "To your left you will find the training for a Mercy. Please step through."
[[Walk through the door and join the Mercies|Mercy]]<<endif>>
Greta nods. "The sword will always be the most popular. Can't go wrong with that. I'll be able to use you all sorts of ways with that at your side. Be sure to pack a shield and a shortsword to go with it." She grins and claps you on the back.
She ponders for a moment. "I think it's time to choose your name now."
[[Choose your name|NamingCeremony]] <<set $weapon = "vsword">>Gloria flips frantically through the rolodex, obviously not finding anything. "Oh...oh my." She shakes her head sadly. This looks bad. "It...oh dear. I was right, there's nothing in here for you." She shakes her head and wipes at tears forming in her eyes.
You stand and walk to her. "Is it that bad?" You ask hesitantly, a little scared.
"No!" Gloria responds instantly as if in a rush to correct your error, and seemingly a little offended. "It's wonderful, it's just, I didn't expect...I didn't...oh you'll do so much good." She reaches for a tissue and melodramatically wipes at her eyes.
You feel a heavy presence behind you and turn. Standing there is a dark-skinned angel with a long salt and pepper beard. He is about the same height as you, but his gravitas makes him seem larger than life. He is bald and wearing a simple grey suit that looks like it could have come from the early 20th century. His physique is much more out of shape and human and his demeanor is much more relaxed than any angel you have seen so far.
"Oh Sir, welcome!" She quickly scrambles to kneel before the angel who has just appeared. "Oh.." she looks and you and her eyes grow big with embarrassment. "I'm ... I'm so sorry let me get her properly dressed." She hurriedly waves her hands and your clothing expands suddenly to cover most of your body in what seems like a white monk's robe.
The angel who has just entered holds up one finger and Gloria instantly stops talking.
"My friend," he speaks with a deep voice that carries even more authority than his presence. "You've shown yourself to be persistent in attempting to reach those who will not listen. Willing to use whatever means you have to get through to them. Willing to keep trying even after failure. This qualifies you for a rare position."
He says walking towards you and extending a hand, which you place yours in palm down without thinking, "You are to be an Advocate. One of the blessed whose calling is to attempt to save the very worst of the mortal souls. It is often a thankless task. There is often no logical hope of success. But we are the true miracle workers of paradise. We save those beyond redemption and bring them to us." He glances at you and opens his mouth, but then seems to think twice and close it. "We snatch the damned from the devil's mouth. And you are going to help us, if you're brave enough."
He turns and begins to lead you the wall, which becomes an exit into the streets of Paradise. You pause, wondering if you should follow him or not.
[[Become an Advocate|Advocate1]]
<<set $falloutjob = "unlocked">>
<<set $gumshoejob = "locked">>"As your Queen I command you to depart. I am no mood for your distractions." You say imperiously.
The incubus looks upset, and rather surprised, but bows low. "Yes of course my Queen, so sorry to have disturbed you." He says. "If you should need me again just call." He then vanishes.
With the incubus gone you relax and let yourself drift off to sleep. It is incredibly refreshing. You awake fully rested and ready to take on the challenges of this predicament. A quick glance in the vanity shows you your makeup and hair are still perfect, somehow.
[[Now, What to Do...|MalBedRoom]]
<<set $malinc = "no">><h1><center>Stedt Warlord</center></h1>Your followers remain loyal to you, and you cement your iron grip on the volcano and it's few inhabitants over the months and years that follow.
The Stedt grow stronger, self-reliant, more advanced, and much better looking under your guidance. They are joyful to allow you to manipulate their bodies for your amusement and pleasure. You find yourself growing accustomed to this and your life settles into a routine.
In the spring you lead raids on the jungle, retreating when the savage rains drive you off. In the summer you enjoy your spoils and the fine weather of the volcano with your followers in whatever forms you wish. In the fall you scramble to gather resources and in the winter you do all you can to survive the brutal cold.
Overall, things could be worse. But you have fallen far short of godhood.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingStedtWarlord = "yes">>You wake up feeling much better. Unklangor's cock has disengaged itself from your asshole and you are able to easily, if somewhat uncomfortably, remove it and dispose of it. You get dressed again, feeling worlds better than the uncomfortable position you spent most of the last night in.
Unklangor barges in and the gleam of excitement and hope in his eyes dies as he sees you fully dressed and not at all pregnant. "Oh." He says, shoulders slumping. "I uh..." he seems lost for words for a moment and then sighs. "I guess I wasn't so lucky after all."
"Look I uh, I don't think I'm gonna go to the party." He says. "I just don't feel like it. But uh, you can you can still go y'know or hey even better, how about I just let you know where the big devil's ship is docked?" That sounds like an excellent way to salvage this situation.
Unklangor gives you the information on where to find the ship, called the //Prismatic// and you set off to find it. Before you go Unklangor warns you that the ship is transporting a being who is certainly a greater devil and to be very careful.
"I'm uh, sorry things didn't work out." He says finally. He then pulls you in for a big hug before letting you go one last time.
"Oh don't feel bad, I just don't like getting too attached." You say, straightening your cuffs and exiting the room.
[[Investigate the Prismatic|SpyPrismatic]]His fantasty may be amusing, but you are the goddess here.
"On your back." You command. Your tone is soft and gentle, but there is steel to it. Rock obeys you without hesitation, getting down on his back, propped up on his elbows you step over him, positioning yourself above his straining cock.
Without another word you gesture for him to remove his loin cloth, which he does quickly, and you lower yourself on to him. You grab his hands and bring them to your stomach, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of being stuffed full of his cock while he rubs your very sensitive pregnant bulge. "Shhhh. No noise." You put a finger to his lips telling him to stay silent while you enjoy this.
A few moments of enjoying this pass and then you start to ride him. You feeling of your pregnant stomach lifting off of him and settling again is quite wonderful and you bite your lower lip happily as you almost make a game of smacking his ripped abs with your rounded midsection. Your demonic strength enables you to ride his cock with much greater agility than a human woman in your condition could, and you can tell the hunter is greatly impressed. He has to reach out and grab a spare collar he had and bite down on it to avoid making noise. What a good boy he is.
You ride him until you know he is going to burst and then welcome his seed into your womb, smiling happily as your orgasms coincide with an innate knowledge that you are now pregnant. "You did well." You smile at Rock, taking the collar out of his mouth and petting him fondly. "You may tell the people of your blessing." You smile at him and then turn and gaze at the beast that he captured, where it is still tugging at its thick chain and smirk at it. Right where all the dangerous things of this world belong - in your control.
You lift yourself off of your hunter and depart without another word, traveling through the earth back to your throne.
You rub your belly as you sit in your rocky throne room. That should silence the doubters.
[[The Winter Passes|CundaBirth]]
<<set $cundababy = "rock">>
<<set $power += 1>>You know it isn't a harmful spell, as she hasn't mastered any of those yet, curious to see what she is up to you let it happen. She thinks she is getting away with it without you noticing.
<<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>You realize what it is as you feel the laces on the back of your princess dress undoing themselves and you can't help but smirk a little as your dress falls away from you. You smile and step out of it and let her lift it and carry it with her spell to neatly hang in the closet.
You stand there now in your tight corset, garter belt, sheer red stockings, panties, gloves, and high heels. "Wow." Tiffany says taking you in. "Someone dressed up nice. Now who was that for I wonder?" She smiles. "Thinking of giving my daddy a show were you?" She grins.
You blink at her impudence. "Language young lady." You say shaking your head. "Show your elders some respect." But you can't help but smile at her attitude.
"You don't look much older than me." She says. "And I feel like if I was coming to take revenge on my worst enemies I probably wouldn't be wearing such pretty underwear."
"Maybe I just do things differently than you." You say, blushing a little at her compliments. <<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>You feel the clasp on the back of your dress unbuckling itself and as it does the two straps of your dress that extend from your waist over your breasts and around your neck fall loose to your waist, baring your breasts completely. You can't help but smile at her, wondering what her game is.
"Wow, nice." Tiffany says smiling at that, "Those really are some incredible boobs there Auntie Mal." She says with a smirk on her face. "Not that I couldn't see most of them before." She needles you with a grin.
"If you've got it, flaunt it." You say, cocking your hips and placing your hands on them. You undo the belt of your dress and toss it aside, standing there in your high heels and lacy panties. "Like what you see?" <<endif>>
In response Tiffany merely spreads her legs and pats her knee.
[[Sit on her lap|Tiffaylap]]You consider your options and decide that you will dress as an elder so that you will be appreciated for your wisdom and knowledge.
Your servants bring you fine robes that extend past your large belly and down to just above your feet. They are a brilliant orange color that matches the insects that the dye they are colored with comes from. While your very feminine pregnant form is still obvious, the robe otherwise masks your features.<<if $firstlaw eq "love">>
Just as you are finishing getting dressed, your feathered serpent offspring emerges from the jungle and floats around you once again, draping itself over your shoulders. It seems content there. You decide to trust that it knows what it is doing.<<endif>>
[[Approach the Marku|SM6]]
<<set $cmoutfit = "elder">>No hesitation. No words. No mercy.
It's a quick fight. The skeletal demon knows some tricks, some magic, that must be how it pulled itself from the pit. But it is no match for you once you get your hands around his throat. Back to the Pit it will return. The satisfaction of a real kill flows through you and you bellow in celebration, your roar echoing throughout the rocky landscape.
You have no knowledge of spells. You cannot summon any servitor spirits to recruit for you in the Pit. And you certainly aren't returning to that place after your first ascension.
[[Look for Something to Kill|WrathKillMore]]As soon as you speak the words you find you are back as you were when you first were able to see the clouds. You feel much more comfortable in this body, and realize this is because all of your faint, vestigial memories of life match this.
"Thank you." You say, looking over your new hands. "I thought this wasn't my choice."
"It wasn't." Grackle says, watching a few small chipmunk like animals play in the hedges. "Until you qualified as an Advocate."
"Now, if you are ready, I have a secret to impart."
[[Listen to Grackle|Advocate2]] <<silently>><<set $adbody = "male">><<endsilently>>"Kayla." Dagget says, trading smart salutes with you. "We've got a problem. I need you to take care if it, carefully."
"What is it?" You ask. Dagget looks worried, moreso than you've ever seen him look.
"We have a killer in here." He says evenly. "A patrolman found a young woman with her throat slit last night. She had only been here a few weeks and was being trained as a scavenger. Poor girl." He shakes his head. "We hid the body, quickly, we can't let the people panic."
"I'm afraid I can't tell you anything that will help you much here, Kayla." Dagget says. "And officially I can't help you at all because this didn't happen. But I need this killer caught and taken care of quickly and discretely, and you're the only one I trust to do the job."
[[Of course Sir|BDKiller]]"Yes! More minions means more power for you <<if $sucsex eq "lady">>Mistress.<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "liege">>My Liege.<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "lord">>Master.<<endif>>" The minions say excitedly. "Let us show you what you have at your disposal.
Your <<if $sucsex eq "lady">>beefy<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "liege">>androgynous<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "lord">>voluptuous<<endif>> minions lead you to the second floor of your tower. There you see a large, pulsing, purple portal. It is surrounded by a stone ring composed of many stones that are held together to form a circle around the portal itself. The stones are dark black and are uneven in size and type. They look like they could fall apart any moment. Each of them is inscribed with a glowing white rune.
"This is a portal to a mortal world <<if $sucsex eq "lady">>Mistress.<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "liege">>My Liege.<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "lord">>Master.<<endif>>." They explain. "We built this for our former master, it is a conduit to a mortal world. You should use it to influence them and create worship for yourself! If a mortal dies worshipping you, be much easier for us to find in the Pit, and they will look forward to serving you in the afterlife!" They nod enthusiastically, <<if $sucsex eq "lady">> adjusting their loin cloths as the pretend not to be rubbing their cocks at the delicious sight of your succubus body.<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "liege">> fawning over you like truly doted slaves.<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "lord">> running hands over their breasts and squeezing as they stare at your powerful satyr body.<<endif>> As they put on their display you think of how you must not have believed in anything in your past life, or if you did it wasn't real.
"Tell me of the mortal world." You say simply, putting thoughts of who you used to be aside, amused by their antics.
"It is a planet of both land and water, like many that mortals develop on. The people are primitive in technology and very primitive about magic. Civilization has begun along a flood plain, and the people who live there are subject to a church dedicated to the Maker. More primitive tribes are scattered through the jungle and the mountains."
"Can I find another world?" You ask. The minions look at each other nervously.
"The portal is unstable and uh," they look embarrassed. "Weak. If we attempt to manipulate it there is an excellent chance we will destroy it. Perhaps when you are more powerful..."
You nod and wave off their apologies. "So, what are my limits now?"
"Well <<if $sucsex eq "lady">>Mistress<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "liege">>My Liege<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "lord">>Master<<endif>>, this portal has no set opening on the other world yet. You must inspire the mortals there to allow you access. As more and more mortals begin to worship you, your power and influence will grow! But beware, you are strong enough only to open the portal once. After you step through you will need to gather power and worshippers or you will be trapped on that world."
You nod as you consider this. "Well then," you say. "I suppose I should figure out where I want worship of myself to begin..."
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Learning that your new form is very attractive to big rock lizards with detachable cocks is all well and good, but it isn't why you're here. Unklangor said these men were movers and shakers so you turn the topic to that. You learn quickly that the male rock lizards are indeed all incredibly wealthy due to being members of a race that is very few in number but with huge ancestral wealth. Apparently only the egg suppliers (Unklangor and his buddies) have rights to property in their culture.
You talk more with Wendy and Charlene, feigning becoming a laughing egg layer with them. Between them bragging about whose mate grew the largest cock last time around (and you being not terribly surprised to find out you win that contest) and learning what you can about the other Krutjan in between.
Wendy lets slip that her mate kept sneaking off and coming back smelling like devils, which she complains about rather vociferously. You eye Wendy's mate and make note of him. He does indeed seem to be a bit more aggressive and ill-tempered than the others. Wendy tries to brush that off as his sex organ almost having regrown and being antsy to use it. You aren't so sure.
[[Investigate This Further|BadLizard]]The weeks pass. You enjoy being the man of the house while your dad is gone, having your sexual whims catered by your two women, and generally having a great time.
It isn't long before your mom decides the two of you are ready for high school. You and your sister both get a lot of new clothing, yours is pretty plain, a lot of button up shirts meant to be unbottoned as often as possible is your mainstay. Her clothing is extremely tight and revealing, but not any moreso than the rest of the girls in your school will be wearing.
That thought brings a smile to your face. You look forward to resuming your role as a generally above average, very desirable, high quality guy. As you walk into the school for the first time you feel like a kid in a candy store staring at all the gorgeous women around you. Your cock is already straining.
Good thing you know how to cure that.
As Tommy starts to scout out all of the girls who he will add to his harem, your consciousness slips out of this mind and [[returns to the stars|Zodiac]].
//This was basically fanfiction set in the universe of "The Masculine Mystique" by barabbas. I'm pretty sure if you're playing this you've already seen that, but just in case -> [[http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=82]] go play it, you will not regret it.//Della smiles at you and claps her hands. A large silver mirror rises from the floor and expands to show you your new body. Your jaw drops as you take in your form. You realize this means that you can talk as your mouth hangs open.
"Well what do you think?" Della asks.
[[I look like Angel Stripper Barbie|StripperBarbie]]
[[Stammer in Disbelief|Reluctant Barbie]]
//Checkpoint Reached - Wrapped in Plastic//
<<remember $CheckPtBB2 = "yes">>You sit down in front of the vanity and look at your reflection. "Hmmm." You think of how this could be improved, but only for a moment.
The drawers of the vanity fly open and a dozen various animated beauty products fly out at you. You find yourself stuck to the chair, your hands fly down to your sides and stay there as combs and brushes attack your tangled hair.
It actually hurts quite a lot as the tangles in your thick hair are roughly unraveled. You screech a blood-curdling objection that goes completely unheeded as the hair products do their work.
You thrash about for at least an hour as you go through the painful process of being made beautiful. Eventually scissors join the comb and brush, a tub scoots over behind you and you find yourself dunked into it as your hair is washed and scented to smell like something sickly sweet that you can't quite put your finger on.
As you lean forward finally you see razors emerging from the drawers. You scream again, fearing what might happen. But they attack your legs and underarms, shaving you smooth and leaving your legs looking quite glamorous. You freeze as the razors approach your womanhood. They trim it down, leaving you with some hair, but nothing that would stick in anyone's mouth. Why did you just think that?
There is a slight pause, but you're still stuck. Just as you're starting to wonder if this is some sort of trap, a variety of containers holding powders open themselves up and various brushes dip into them. The makeup is applied to your face. You were already pale, but now you are practically a ghost as a pure white foundation covers you. Your lips are painted a very dark red, your eyelashes covered in black mascara, and thick black eye shadow and eyeliner applied to them as well. Finally, your fingernails and toenails are trimmed, cleaned, and painted a pitch black shade.
You have a few moments to look at your reflection. You were pretty before, but now you are stunningly beautiful. Your thick black hair has slight curls to it as it hangs beautifully around your very pale face. Your eyes look dark, mysterious, and intriguing. Your lips look very thick and kissable. Everything about you promises dark pleasures for those who can handle your power.
You find yourself able to move again. As your screams finally die down you realize the mirror is laughing at you and has been this whole time.
[[Ignore it|MalBedRoom]]<<silently>>
<<set $malvanity = "done">>
<<endsilently>>You drop the electric field for just a split second and blast your air boosters to shoot yourself out of the electric cage. You move much faster than the devil and are easily able to get the electricity up before she can escape.
She raises her flail and brings it down on the electric bars. You turn and shoot lightning into them again. Between the power you gave them earlier, and your boost now, the bars hold. You quickly blast her again with water vapor, which freezes around her the moment it leaves your suit. The water increases the flow of the electric charge through her flail and into her. She screams in pain as you hit the lightning with another boost and she is forced to drop her flail to avoid her entire body blasting to pieces.
You quickly suck all the available air in your direction with your air boosters, pulling the flail through the bars of the electric cage. The thing crackles with unholy energy so you don't try to touch it yourself, just blast it with another powerful gale that sends it flying down into wildspace.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" The devils screams. Without the flail to power her she is shrinking rapidly. She stops just a foot or so shorter than you, still a nine foot demon, but nowhere near as strong as she used to be.
Now, however, she is small enough to slip through the cracks in the bars and quickly attempts to do so and go flying after her flail. You are right on her tail, tackling her in midair and the two of you crashing again into the fort.
You deactivate the cage and set the fort to getting its weapons back online. In the meantime you and the demon fight ferociously. It's a much more fair fight now, but she isn't going down easily. Still, with your powers and now superior strength it isn't much of a matchup. Before long you've slammed her into the ground for the fifth or sixth time and she holds up her claws in surrender.
You quickly bend steel from the fort wreckage around her wrists and ankles, using such heavy parts from the floor that she can't get off the ground anymore. You take a deep breath and drop to a sitting pose against the wall of the fort, taking a breather.
Looks like you've succeeded! Although...the bound demoness is quite tempting...
[[Ravage Her|TJEwinfuckb]]
[[Call in Your Victory|TJp2]]A list of acceptable realms is displayed on your HUD. You filter for worlds that are very large with lots of hiding spots, have little presence of the Maker or Adversary, and are resource rich.
This still leaves several dozen realms but as you filter through them you stop on one. The Beastlands. Appropriately named, you smile to yourself as you bring up the details.
The Beastlands is a massive Grey Realm, with no known ruler. It is a very thick wilderness that expands the size of several solar systems, all one gigantic planet. It is extremely rich in all sorts of resources that you could use to keep your power suit well maintained.
The Beastlands are easy to find, but your flight through the void takes a long time. As you fly you familiarize yourself with the suits features and limits, adjusting it to make better time. Although it hardly makes much difference in a zero gravity environment, when you arrive you are in the shape of a gigantic, metallic hawk.
[[Arrive in the Beastlands|Beastlands]]"Yes sir." You say meekly, wincing as you try to straighten up, the pain from being reamed so hard still throbbing in your asshole. Due to your accelerated healing, it is going away quickly and you'll be able to walk soon. The pain in your cock won't go away quite so quickly and you glance down forlornly at it, only to realize you can't see past your large breasts. You sigh and run a hand through your long red hair.
Then you notice the priest is pointing at what looks like a remote control at you. He presses a button and you can sense your powersuit turning off. Your bracelets and high heels remove themselves from you, causing you to hop forward gingerly as the machines that make up your suit float over to the priest. He holds open a box that looks to be made of motherboards and wiring, and slams it shut on top of it. "This won't see any use for a very long time if ever." He says sternly. He tosses you a thick black full length robe. "Put that on." He says.
You pull it over your head. "Hold still." He commands, latching a collar around your neck and attaching a leash to it, he gives it a tug and leads you out of the office.
When you emerge you see the compound is swarming with these compliance troops. There are many confused looking soldiers being held at gunpoint, and the lab geeks are being escorted out in similar getups to yours.
You are taken to a black helicopter and loaded in. It starts up and flies across the clouds until you are high above the city, approaching the large tower that juts up from the very middle of it. You have to close your eyes as the glow that surrounds you at all times now is too much to handle.
"It's the Maker's light." The priest says, sitting next to you in the helicopter. "It shines brightly the higher one goes up the minaret. The more pure you are, the less it hurts." He helps you out of the helicopter when it lands and leads you through several doors and asks you to have a seat. You still have your eyes closed, every time you start to crack them open the light hurts.
"Start talking." His voice says from nearby. You decide there is no reason to stop cooperating now, you sigh and start from your encounter with the Bookkeeper.
When you're done there are no follow up questions, just a pause. You hear the priest stand and walk behind you, then you feel his hands near you skull. For a moment you think he is going to do something violent, but then you feel his hands wrapping a blindfold gently around your eyes. It eases the pain slightly. "Wait here." He says simply and exits.
There is no way to tell how long you sit there, wondering what will become of you. You spend the time fretting over whether you'll be thrown in a solitary pit and forced to either go insane or fade from existence. You're ready to argue for your freedom when you hear the door open. You turn your head to the noise, not that it does any good you still can't see anything. You hear someone sit down opposite you again, when he speaks you hear it is the same priest from before.
"The technicians who did this to you have been confined, along with Captain Stone. Their program has been shut down, permanently, their laboratories are being cleansed as we speak. The memory of the juggernaut project shall be damned." He pauses and then continues. "The Judges haven't pronounced the length of the confinement sentences, but I doubt anything less than four hundred years for the Captain, and the technicians might get it permanently."
"Which brings us to you." He pauses just long enough for you to think it is your turn to speak and open your mouth to do so before he continues. "You have sinned, this is certain. But your body was altered in a heretical manner by persons who portrayed themselves as serving the Maker. And you obeyed your superior officer. You have trust and loyalty, if not principle." You bristle a little at that, but let him continue.
"Unfortunately, we cannot alter your form. Whatever process the cursed ones used on you was extremely powerful. You are trapped in this form. If that were not the case, our solutions would be easy, we would simply make you a woman and send you to continue what we interrupted with some other deserving leader. Or perhaps you might even convince us to let you have another chance as a full man. But this body..." You can sense him shaking his head. "It doesn't fit with the Maker's Plan."
[[There Has to Be Something I can do...|EndingPSA]]"I accept." You say, feeling quite docile, hanging your head in a bit of embarrassment. So much for being a fearsome demon! You've experienced nothing but castration and subjugation thus far!
"I accept, Holy Mistress." Archmage and Bishop De'Mornay prompts you.
"Yes Holy Mistress." You say, fidgeting your high-heeled feet, feeling a bit like a child being scolded for bad manners.
"Good girl, you learn quickly. Come." She snaps her fingers and turns and walks away. You hesitate as you cross the symbol but find that it does not hold you anymore. Your bone heels click on the floor as you hurry to catch up.
Walking on these natural heels is not like wearing high heels would feel to a person simply wearing shoes. Every step sends a tangible vibration up from the bone spur that your heel ends in through your feet and up your legs. It wasn't so bad in the Pit, but here you feel much more sensitive and aware of yourself. The faster you move the more powerful the vibration is. As you hurry to catch up, you feel your nipples getting hard and you know that if you had anything in your crotch it would be hard or wet at the moment as well. As it is it simply tingles in a very frustrating manner, as you know there is no way to satisfy the craving that the very act of walking is giving you.
You chew on your lip and hold your breasts to keep the bouncing of them in the air from distracting you further, or at least that's what you meant to do. Instead, as soon as your fingers are in the same general area as your nipples you are playing with yourself shamelessly.
Your Holy Mistress turns around as you let out a soft moan. She sees you standing there, eyes fluttering, your breasts in your hands and squeezing hard, your hips squirming back and forth as you wish there was something between your legs to rub or pull on.
"Sweet Maker." Julia says shaking her head, although you can see she is a little amused. "You lust devils really are insatiable. Pull yourself together! That's an order!"
[[Eeeep! Yes Holy Mistress|SLustObey]]
<<silently>>
<<set $sldcollar = "no">>
<<set $julia = 0>>
<<set $sld = 0>>
<<endsilently>>You smile at how pretty it all is, and then hear heavy boots trampling their way through the arched entrance of the garden from the church.
The man who enters could almost be called a giant. He is nearly seven feet tall with swarthy skin and very pale blonde hair. He is wearing dark clothing and a large mug of ale is one hand. He is gulping it down as he enters.
"Oh, hello there." You say brightly.
The man slowly lowers his mug. "Where the hell have they been hiding you?" He asks, staring at you like a morsel he plans to devour.
"Oh I'm not hiding I've been in prayer." You say sweetly. "You are a stranger here are you not?"
"How'd you guess?" The man says with a condescending sneer as he marches towards you.
"Oh I know everyone here." You smile, not betraying any indication that you know exactly what he's thinking. "But let me welcome you!" You take a rose from a nearby bush and stick it through a hole in his black shirt as he reaches you. Your head barely comes up to his neck. "Welcome." You say, standing on your tiptoes and jumping slightly to kiss him on the cheek.
He catches you mid jump and holds you there, hands like vice grips around your waist. He lifts you up a bit higher now, holding you above him in the moonlight as he takes in your curves. "Ever had a northman?" He asks.
You run your bare foot along his thighs and onto his cock, getting it nice and hard, pretending to be struggling. "Had one? Had one for what?" You ask, feigning innocence, placing your hands on his shoulders and squeezing tenderly.
"Let me show you." A single tug on the belt of your robe unravels the entire thing. You stifle a giggle, Julia knew just the outfit to give you. It drops to the ground leaving you stark naked.
"Oh my." You say, not at all alarmed. The northerner puts you down and starts undoing his belt. You make sure to cock your hips and run your hands up under his shirt to feel his muscles. He's covered with scars and it feels like you're fondling a statue. You lick your lips and open your mouth to suggest a position when the northman pulls his shirt off over his head and steps out of his pants.
He grabs you again, turning you around and shoving you up against the wall. He grabs your cheeks and spreads them, then you hear him inhale and spit and feel it land right on your asshole. You turn to question him but he grabs your head and shoves it into the wall. You realize with a naughty little giggle that he's shoving your face into the crotch of the statue of the saint he's forcing you up against.
Without another word he starts pumping his cock into your ass. "Civilized bitch." He sneers. "I just heard your archbishop talk about how different our peoples are. But your asshole doesn't feel any different than the ones I fuck in the snow." You bend your back as much as you can, trying to give him a better position but he shoves you again, knocking you forward. Now your tits are cradling the crotch of the saint and your face is shoved into his crotch while a big thick cock slams into your asshole.
It feels wonderful and you decide to be as quiet as possible for the first several minutes just to enjoy the sensations. Your encouraging purrs and praise make him fuck you harder and harder. Finally you decide to help your Mistress and start moaning louder and louder to make sure someone finds you.
It doesn't take long. Two monks come running and you hear them yell at the two of you for defiling the holy garden. That's your cue! You instantly start screaming for help! Startled, the northerner backs off and you sadly pull yourself off of his big dick. You then run to the monks sobbing and telling them of how the brute ravaged you against your will.
Just then Julia comes around the corner with an elderly man you can only assume is the archbishop. She does an excellent job pretending to be shocked and telling the archbishop she'll take care of you. She throws a cloak over you and walks off with you as you hear the archbishop banishing the northerner.
"Very well done pet." Julia says with a smile at you. "You'll do well in the next experiment for sure."
[[Oh?|SLDX2]]Julia has summoned up a series of glass beakers, decanters, and various other Enlightment-era chemisty devices and appears to be filtering and testing your milk. You watch the process from your bed, trapped there by Julia's spells but able to move about otherwise. The pressure in your chest vanished the moment you returned. You give an experimental squeeze and sure enough, nothing comes out.
"Well, it looks like you produced a good amount of healthy, normal, human milk." Julia sounds proud of you. "The spell will work." She closes the spellbook and it and the podium vanish, with another wave of her hand the entire chemistry lab does too. Where does she keep all this stuff?
Julia crosses over and sits next to you on the bed. She runs a hand through your hair and smiles at you in a familiar way. "So, my pretty little milkmaid." She grins at you. "Let's talk about what I need you to do next..."
[[Oh, what's that?|JuliaJob]]You hold the sword up in front of you, sensing its power. You relax your mind slightly to let it show you what it can sense, and you realize there is life...directly under you?
You look down just in time to see the ground split open and the muzzle of a wicked looking dark iron rifle emerge. You don't wait to see what's holding in, you drop to one knee and slam your sword down where the man's face should be. You are rewarded with a reverberating metallic scream and the feeling of elation as your sword feeds.
Cracks open behind you and to your side now, you roll forward, over the open hole you just slaughtered the thing inside of, and whirl about to face your attackers.
There are two of them, mole-like devils coated in dark iron. Their rifles blast rays of heat that make even your tough skin boil from the proximity when they miss. A direct hit might melt you.
You briefly consider flapping your wings to kick dust in their eyes, but even if it could slip through their armor you aren't entirely convinced these things can see. So you charge, dodging around their rifle's blasts and catching straight lines of boiled flesh on your skin as scars. You behead one and in the same motion drop your sword to slice the other one's rifle in half, laughing as the blowback softens its armor enough for you to easily jam your sword into its chest.
You pause to take up one of the rifles that the devil's dropped and sling the strap around your chest. Might come in handy later.
The sword is whispering with joy now. You can almost hear it. Like it's singing, a battle hymn, a chant, a mantra that is just on the tip of your brain. You need to hear it. You need to make it louder.
You glide to another plateau and kill minor devils there, but the sword is still not sated. In a moment of clarity you realize you will never be able to satisfy this sword's hunger, and if you try you will giving yourself over to violence completely.
[[Give yourself to the sword|EndingBloodWar]]
[[Break the sword's influence|wrathnosword]]
<<set $molerifle = "yes">>"No. You don't need them." The devil decides. He pinches his two claws together around the base of your cock, making you scream and writhe in his lap. You start to pull away but that just makes it worse. You flail at him trying to hurt him or distract him to make him stop but you find your arms quickly snatched and held behind you by one of the minions, while the other grabs your feet and holds them apart, spreading your legs in the devil's lap so that he has full access to your cock.
"Bad girl." The devil with a superior look on his face as he pinches and then twists his claws. You scream bloody murder as he rips your bottom cock off, leaving a bloody mess behind where it was.
Tears stream down your face as the pain is more than you can manage, but the devil isn't done. He puts his other hand on the head of the minion holding your legs apart. As he does so the minion's eyes glow red. If you weren't in so much pain you couldn't think straight you'd realize the devil was directly mind controlling it.
The minion, still holding your legs apart, leans down and opens his mouth, taking your remaining cock in it. You get a very confused boner as he sucks you hard. You whimper and glance up at the devil, wondering if this is some sort of pleasure and pain mix. After all you still have one cock left, this isn't so bad this....
You scream out loud again as you feel teeth biting down hard on the head of your cock. The teeth are fairly dull and don't make a clean rip, the minion twists his mouth left and right tearing your cock head and spurting blood from your cock onto your lap as he bites your cock head off. The devil laughs a deep rumbling belly laugh as you sob, whimper, and writhe about. The minion lifts his head and spits your sever cockhead and fair amount of blood all over your tits, making the devil slap his knee in amusement. He then takes his other hand off of his minion's head, who blinks as he regains control of himself. Seeing the blood on you he grins as your cock head falls off of your jiggling body and onto the ground, where the other minions crushes it underfoot.
The devil then lifts his razor-clawed hand and holds the remains of your cock in it. He takes one talon and slices it down the middle, then another slices it at a different angle, so that when he removes his hand four pieces of your cock flop down to different sides. He smiles happily at the mangled creation he's made. He grins at you, a grin that says he's just getting started.
Your eyes frantically look around. You see the minion that he mind controlled earlier is taking the chance to glance down at himself to make sure he's still whole. Apparently he has no memory of what he did while mind controlled. You could try to kick your legs free and escape. Or you could accept your fate...
[[Do all you can to escape!|Sucsubportal]]
[[Accept your fate|EndingWhippingGirl]]<<silently>>
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<<endsilently>>Swallowing what little of your pride remains you concentrate and your <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>guns<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>elemental weapons<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>ability to control your body perfectly<<endif>> vanishes along with most of the material of your suit. When you are done you are wearing a micro dress that would make most hookers blush. The <<if $jug3 eq "green">>green<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "blue">>baby blue<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "white">>white<<endif>> material hugs your big curves like a second skin, a scoop neck shows off an incredible amount of cleavage and the skintight waistline shows off how slender you are. You balance in a pair of matching stilettos. Your little cock is crushed tight by the most sturdy part of the suit, a thong-like chastity belt that smashes you flat. You wince at the pain but without it the tight dress would show a bulge.
"Wow." Captain Stone stands and walks over to you, looking at you like a lion at a baby gnu. "You'd be worth getting kicked out of Paradise for..." His hands find your hips and start to slide up your sides.
He leans so that your large breasts are pressing up against his sturdy chest as he whispers in your ear. "I can't even tell you how jealous I am of the first grunt that gets to plow this perfect ass." His hands slide around your back and squeeze your ass, one cheek in each hand he kneads, lifts, and gropes you wantonly. He moans lustfully and you feel his cock poking into you.
He lowers his mouth and is millimeters away from kissing your neck.
[[He Controls Himself|Juggtrophysavestone]]
[[You Make Him Lose Control|juggtrophylilith]]"Aww that's really too bad." She says, moving your blindfold around so you can see again. "We could have had so much fun. Oh well. Go show the boys something." She gives you a shove [[through the door|NirvanaDance]] that has just appeared.Over the next several days you get to know your new hosts. They are madly in love with each other, although a bit competitive. They engage in all sorts of sexual escapades, switching back and forth between who is dominant. Both obviously enjoy being in charge. Despite their love for each other you never feel unwelcome or like a third wheel, especially when they start to involve you in their games.
Having a form that both of them find attractive, and finding that you enjoy attention from both of them, you almost become a bit of a stabilizer in their usually tempestuous relationship. With you in the middle, neither of them feels the need to dominate the other.
Finally you have to ask them, what exactly they are. They seem annoyed at the question but only because it was asked directly and not after a series of subtle games and tricks.
They explain that they are cosmic creatures, what you might consider aesthetic demi-gods. They are known as reigar by the very few who have encountered them. You are currently on their very well hidden planet, what is known as a Grey Realm loyal to neither the light nor the darkness.
After learning what you can about your new environs, the rest of your time is spent singing, dancing, and generally enjoying everything life has to offer. It's a little pocket of paradise. You could just stay here forever...
[[And you do!|EndingLifeWiththeReigar]]
[[But you don't|NoLabyrinth]]You are back in the room, blinking away the flashing lights and noise of the dance you just did. The girls welcome you back. You have a few moments to relax. Apparently this isn't uncommon, whatever it is that sends the doors to the various dressing rooms sometimes gives this one a break.
As you talk you hear a bell ring and a serving tray with a topper appears on your vanity. You blink at it and look at the girls, confused.
"Ooooh someone made an impression." The blonde taunts you in a friendly manner.
"What does it mean though?"
"It's a private dance sweetie." The redhead says. "Someone important enough to cash in some merits they earned in combat has decided to spend them on a private party with you. Whatever goodies they ordered are in that tray."
You walk to the tray and pick it up. "So uh, where do I..."
"Down to the end of the hall, you'll see a silver door there."
You exit the dressing room and see at the very end of the hall, past the empty dressing rooms, is indeed a glittering silver door.
[[Give a Private Dance|NirvanaDance3]]Your next contact is an angel unlike any you have seen so far. He has green skin, massive muscles, and is dressed like an alien from old movie, complete with revealing toga and weird headgear. "Hello there." He says, "I'm here to take you to our world building division!"
"I guess evolution was wrong after all." You joke as you accept the position of a Clockmaker.
"Oh I wouldn't say that." The alien angel says casually. "It's just that every now and then it gets a helping hand is all."
The alien-angel leads you to his transport. It looks like a classic version of a UFO from a bad sci-fi movie made in the 1950s or so, complete with track lights and a "woo woo woo" sound effect. It comes directly under your box seating and hovers there as the top dome pops open.
[[It's Bi-Mon-Sci-Fi-Con all Over Again...|ClockS2]]The devils turn to lead you to their master.
<<if $sucpref eq "dom">>You snap your fingers. They turn and look at you, a bit intimidated. You hold out a hand and point at one of their robes. They quickly strip them off again and lead the way, naked. Good, they're learning. They grovel before you, showing you the way up various secret paths.<<endif>><<if $sucpref eq "sub">>As you follow them meekly one of them stops and lets you go ahead. You think he just wants to watch you walk, but he slips a collar around your neck and attaches a leash. "Crawl." He commands. It turns you on, so you agree. From all fours you can hardly see where you're going, but eventually you reach your destination.<<endif>>
The devils reach a circular steel door and open it using careful codes and incantations. You join them inside and see you are in a hellish throne room. Glowing red lines crisscross the floor in blasphemous patterns, all leading to an iron throne on which sits a dark red demon nearly eight feet tall. He is humanoid with tall arching horns and a long pointed tail, his feet are hooved and he wears nothing but an iron crown.
"What have you brought me?" He asks his minions.
<<if $sucpref eq "dom">>"A treasure!" The naked devil gasps in delight. "A wondrous being like yourself my King!" He drops to one knee, his still clothed brother beside him. The seated devil king chuckles in amusement.
"Well done." He says. "Come, sit beside me. We must discuss your future."<<endif>><<if $sucpref eq "sub">>"A slave for you, master." The pale skinny devil tugs on your leash and drags you into the light, shoving you down to your knees in front of the devil king.
The devil king looks bored. "Another mewling slave?" He sighs. "I grow bored of such things." He glances you up and down. "Is this her first form?"
You nod. He grunts in a noncommittal manner. "Perhaps you'll do for a time." He snaps his fingers and points at the ground in front of him.<<endif>>
[[Go to the Devil King|Lust4]]What a lovely invitation. You open your mind to receive this creature's desires. You are almost overwhelmed. You realize this was the first step, almost a trap. How many other up and coming lust devils were reduced to slavering drones by reading the thoughts of something so perverse? Not you though, you hang on just barely, although you lose your form in the meantime, all but dissolving into a puddle of lust fueled goo. And then you start to change.
This creature wants everything. You'll give it everything. Its desire powers you to a much more cohesive form than you've been able to attain so far. You rise from the puddle you once were.
A small pair of sharp horns rises first, followed by stringy gold-blonde hair on an androgynous face. The form that rises is slender, but powerful, curvy, but thick, feminine and masculine all at once. Your new skin is a medium tan, smooth, and without a single flaw. It is covered with swirling black tattoos. A foot long tongue licks your thick lips, and then splits itself teasingly as you run your small hands over your muscular curves.
Two large cocks, one on top of the other sprout from your crotch, you have no balls but your asshole feels slick and inviting. As you step out of the puddle you are emerging from you find your feet have grown their own high heels of bone out of the bottom, making you walk in a very sensual manner.
"I think this will do for what you have in mind." You speak in a deep but breathless voice to the pair of dark red devils. The look of excitement on their faces tells you you are correct.
[[Dominate|LustDom]]
[[Submit|LustDub]]
<<silently>>
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<<set $succhest = "basic">>
<<set $sucbody = "basic">>
<<set $sucfeet = "heels">>
<<endsilently>>You <<if $sucpref eq "sub">>crawl<<endif>><<if $sucpref eq "dom">>stride confidently<<endif>> to the seated demon and <<if $sucpref eq "sub">>kneel<<endif>><<if $sucpref eq "dom">>stand proudly<<endif>> before him. He looks at you carefully.
"Here." He says simply, patting his knee. <<if $sucpref eq "sub">>You decide obedience is for the best at this moment and slip into his lap, putting one arm around his shoulder for support as he shifts his knees just enough to jiggle you around enticingly. "Hmmm. Not bad." He says watching your boobs and cocks move.<<endif>><<if $sucpref eq "dom">>You shake your head, you won't be serving anyone no matter how powerful they seem. "Very well." The demon glowers. He stands up and walks over to you, walking in a circle around you he runs his hands over your body appreciatively. "Very nice." He murmurs. <<endif>>
"I'm not sure you deserve these though." He says, putting a taloned hand to your upper cock, it is caught between two very sharp fingernails and you freeze, the slightest movement could be very very painful. <<if $sucpref eq "sub">>The two attendants who brought you here snicker at this.<<endif>><<if $sucpref eq "dom">>The attendants who brought you here glance at each other nervously and eventually one of them says a bit timidly. "Um, my Lord I uh, think she should keep them."<<endif>>
<<if $sucpref eq "sub">>The demon squeezes and rolls your thick sensitive cock in his sharp talons, making you whimper with fear. "What do you think, slave?" He asks, mouth right in your ear.
[[Beg Him Not to Hurt You|LustSub]]
[[He Starts Ripping|LustVerySub]] @@color:red;Warning!@@ //No, seriously, it's going to be extremely violent and detailed and will greatly disturb you if you aren't into such things. Don't click this link unless you are sure you want to read this!//
<<endif>><<if $sucpref eq "dom">>"Oh very well." The king demon says, sounding a bit disappointed. He lets go of your cock causing you to breathe a sigh of relief. "I have a job for you to do. If watching you do it is entertaining enough I'll let you choose some of the details of your body."
[[Mmmm. No. You Serve me Instead.|Lusthbiv]]<<endif>>Tiffany explains that the anniversary ceremony will be that evening, so the two of you have all day to play around with magic.
She surprises you by changing out of her white dress first. She does this right in front of you, not at all bothered by your presence. You weren't expecting such boldness and were even less expecting the body you see when she pulls the dress off.
To say she is in good shape is a severe understatement. Her muscles are rock hard, she has at least a six pack on her abs, and her body has scrapes and bruises from a very active lifestyle that certainly isn't from being a princess. She is wearing just a simple cami and panties underneath.
"What is..what is all this about?" You ask her, maternal concern in your voice.
"Oh," she smiles at you. "I uh, well, don't tell mom and dad but I've been disguising myself as a man and joining the guards when they train. I'm really good with a sword now." She pulls on a pair of loose pants and a loose long sleeved shirt and seems much more comfortable in them. "So, show me some magic Auntie Mal."
The hours go by and she turns out to be a very fast learner. Before long she is conjuring simple light shows and making small objects float across the room. She is incredibly proud of herself. She also turns out to be a very charming young lady and the two of you spend as much time laughing as you do teaching and learning.
Finally Tiffany plops down on her bed and announces it's time to take a break. You notice she is casting a spell on you as she does.
[[Let Her Do it|Tiffanysuboobs]]You depart from the Grey Tower, bidding a fond farewell to the Lord and Lady who welcomed you so much. They accept your decision to leave, but insist that you leave the body behind. After all it doesn't belong to you. Having made your decision to depart, you agree, knowing that your body would not survive the void of the wildspace you are entering in any case.
You float through the void until you find yourself somewhere rather peculiar.
You find yourself on a stone circle. It floats in the middle of outer space, surrounded by black nothing and distant stars. Around the circle are nine broken Doric columns, each of which still have the head attached. Seated on each head is a frog, regarding you blankly. They croak and ribbit in some random order.
There is...material here. Some sort of protoplasm that you find yourself inside of. You gain some rudimentary senses and see that there are glowing symbols floating around the Doric columns that the frogs perch on.
You take in [[the symbols|Zodiac]] as the float in a circle around you.<h1><center>Post-Apocalyptic Stoner Chick</center></h1>The idea of work doesn't so much appeal to you. Isn't that something for other people to do? Didn't you just get free of a big spiritual mess bossing you around? Nuh uh, easy street for you from here on out.
You put off the issue of getting a job as long as possible. It's easy because the people here mostly turn out to be really nice. You also find that there's a quite liberal attitude towards sexual expression and this makes it much easier for you to use your charm and beauty to convince people to give you more time to decide.
Your next step is taking a job but giving up on it right away, purposefully screwing up so that you get sent home. You fake some tears at how depressing it is to be terrible at everything, and then light another joint and reach for your stash of pulp fiction novels as soon as everyone is gone.
In the end, you are a nuisance on this society. You don't help and you don't contribute, but they're too nice to actually boot you out and let the cosmic forces have you back. It the end your laziness is your undoing, for when you turn off your radio so you don't have to hear all the emergency whining, you miss the announcement that there's a killer loose in the base and when he opens your car finds you fast asleep.
Your death doesn't trigger another afterlife, this is the end for you.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingPASC = "yes">>"Don't mind if I do." Regina replies with a crooked smile as turns away from you and unlaces her robe letting it fall to the ground. She is naked underneath. You can't help but notice that her second pair of arms attaches below her first, muscles like shoulders extending from her sides. It's unusual, but not unattractive.
As your eyes trace down her slender frame you can't help but notice something else is unusual about her. Extending from her tailbone is a short, serpentine little tail. It's the same color as the rest of her skin, and it ends with a series of ridged bones that look exactly like a snake's rattle. It wiggles a little as she straightens up.
She turns and walks into the tub, stepping into it and sliding up to you she puts one arm around your shoulders, while the other arm on her left side traces up your stomach in a very friendly manner. The arms on her right side pull back her hair out of the water and get herself settled.
"Well then Lilea." She says coyly as her hand explores your body. "Shall we blow off some steam before I brief you on your first mission?" Her lower right arm reaches over to take your hand, which she holds tightly and starts to pull over your head. Apparently she likes to be in charge.
[[Oh Hell Yes.|Reginafun]]
[[Not my bag, baby|NoReginafun]]You move towards the mirror. You are drawn to it's reflective surface, even though there is absolutely nothing being shown on the image of polished steel. Maybe it's just an image, with nothing to reflect? Or maybe there is no form to reflect out here in the chaotic edges of space. As you contact the mirror it ripples and suddenly you are elsewhere.
You gasp as you find yourself staring into a mirror. The thoughts of the teenage boy staring back at you flood your heard. It's the early 1990s in a small town in the United States. Your name is Thomas, you are an upperclassman in high school. Your hair is a dark brown with a natural blonde tint, your skin is somewhat tanned. You have a few scrapes and scars across your body. You are an outdoorsy kid by nature.
You have a twin sister, an All-American girl named April. She shares your slender bone structure and athletic build. The two of you have been running friendly races, playing one on one basketball games, and competing in everything under the sun since you were kids. You both love it, and feel especailly close to each other for it. She's recently started to blossom into a very attractive girl, although her curves are quite modest, the sincerity of her healthy spirit and pretty face and the goodness of her basic essence have many of the local boys swooning over her.
You live with both of your parents. Your father is an engineer named Gregory. He has a dry, sarcastic wit that you sometimes appreciate and sometimes find obnoxious. He has short black hair that seems to be in a perpetual bed-head state. His body is pretty unremarkable, hovering in that area between in shape and a bit overweight that middle age men seem to live in. Your mother is named Rachel. She used to be an officer with the Air Force, and her strict sense of discipline and personal conduct is still very apparent in her well maintained hair and makeup. She doesn't have much in the way of curves, like your sister, but her prim and proper demeanor is very feminine. Her hair is just a bit lighter than you and your sisters. You aren't quite sure why she left the military, but when her and your father fight you get the impression it's something she blames him for.
You've grown up in middle America, and liked it. You were an average kid, never really the center of attention and just fine with that. You had all the lukewarm friends you could want, got enough attention from girls to be happy, and you were thinking you would make varsity on the basketball team this year.
But that all comes crashing down when [[your father makes an announcement at dinner...|Gemini2]]
@@color:red;Warning!@@ //The following story is very incest heavy. If that bothers you, hit <<back>> now and pick a different choice.//Finding a sexy succubus would be hard for an amateur in a place like this. Half of the creatures here ooze sex appeal, although many of them not to a humanoid. Still to your trained eyes you can tell who is distracted with thoughts of her red hot body and follow a trail of hormones until you find a roulette table. Classic.
There she is, expensive black dress doing quite a lot for her already beautiful body, hanging onto the arm of a fallen angel who looks like he could bench press a Buick. His black hair and pale skin and smooth suit reminds you of yourself, she certainly has a type.
[[Join the Game|KatyRoulette]]
[[Continue to Trail Her|KatyTrack]]You struggle weakly. The monstrously huge demon chuckles and pops you in its mouth, swallowing you in one bite. "Mmmmmm. Delicious." You hear it say happily.
You are quickly consumed by the acids in the stomach of the beast. Smaller demons that seem to live here help the process by ripping you to shreds first. It isn't the most pleasant way to go.
But you aren't dead.
[[Wake Up|DReconNurgle]]You retire to your room. It's very lavish. A full, king sized bed with red satin sheets. A full bathtub and shower, several dozen narcotic and aphrodisiac plants and a full sample of exotic snacks. You open a few and chew on them casually as you shower and get some sleep. You strip naked and carefully hide your weapons and power cell before drifting off to bed.
When you wake up the next morning you figure out a game plan. The Greater Devil that Unklangor mentioned is definitely at the root of the problems here. Either Seven is cutting some sort of deal with it, or she's pulling a fast one on him. Either way, she's the heart of the threat to the Maker here and you've got to do something about it.
There's at least one place you know you can find out some details of the 'bug-eyed bitch with an octopus for legs.' The ship she came in on.
[[Investigate the Prismatic|SpyPrismatic]]<<if $malcloset eq "notdone">>You step towards the door and reach out to touch it.
The mirror chuckles. "Oh yes my little thief, walk out the door naked. The real Mistress's guardian beasts will be gracious for the easy access.<<if $malvanity eq "notdone">> Although looking the way you do maybe they won't." He sneers at your tangled hair and messy appearance.<<endif>><<if $malvanity eq "done">> And looking so lovely as you do I'm sure they'll be on you in a heartbeat." It chuckles evilly.<<endif>>
Oh. You'd better think twice about this.
[[Reconsider|MalBedRoom]]
[[Nope, I'm Walking Out the Door|MalleRun]]<<endif>><<if $malcloset eq "done">>With one final toss of your gorgeous hair, you confidently stride out of the door, heels clicking as you swing your hips. Thanks to the magical nature of these clothes you walk in them just fine, walking heel to toe inside your step like you were born to walk in such contraptions.
You glance back and forth and see you are in the circular staircase of the tower. The tower is made of dark stone, the walls have spots of mold on them, and there are torches blazing every so often on the wall to give some light to the place. There is only one way to go, down. Apparently the bedroom was at the top of the tower.
Eventually you reach a door at the bottom. You hear a rambunctious gathering on the other side. Peeking through a small hole in the door you see a long thin table makes up most of the room. There are two other exits, a small door opposite the one you are peeking through, and a much larger one that would appear to be the front door of the tower just past the end of the table. The door opposite the one you are peeking out of is wide open and you can see shelves and shelves of provisions, many of which have been ransacked and are currently on the table, as well as a fairly large kitchen area.
The table is filled. At every seat a greenish, bluish, or greyish skin colored humanoid sits with his legs up, or passed out, or in some other stage of revelry. They appear to have acquired a large keg of wine and a large supply of fine foods. They are all in various stages of dress in dark black armor, and are either male or of indeterminate gender. At the head of the table sits a hulking brute of a humanoid, at least half again your height and probably three times as wide. Large tusks extend from the side of his mouth and he is currently eating a fried turkey, bones and all.
He belches and the gathered monsters laugh and cheer. "Sure was good of the old boss lady to leave her larder unlocked," one jokes and the others laugh.
Well. Looks like Malleguarde's minions have gotten into her stores while she's away...
[[Confront These Disobedient Beasts!|MalFeast]]<<endif>>Rain begins to pour down suddenly, from very dark clouds that weren't there a moment before. Erik jumps to his feet, clearly intending to try to save some of the decorations but a bolt of lightning impacts just a few meters away from him and he falls back into the swing chair.
And then he sees you morph into a form you've specially planned to terrify him with. Your skin becomes black and scaled, your eyes into yellow slits and your hands vicious claws.
"Oh gods!" He screams and runs back towards the rain, but another bolt of lightning scares him back. Now you are back to normal, but breathing a bit heavily due to the joy you felt on assuming a draconic form.
You curl up to him, rubbing his arm consolingly. "There there Erik, don't worry about that." You say as furious winds join the walls of water pouring down from the sky, destroying everything that was set up. "We'll be fine here." Indeed, the gazebo is feeling no more than a cool breeze and the lovely smell of summer rain.
Erik is looking at you a bit scared now, even though his erection hasn't faded. "Mal, please." He stammers. "I know it was wrong of me but this is my life now and she's your sister and..."
"Oh you think this was me?" You tease. "Just a freakish storm I assure you. But it does give us some privacy. And that will let me prepare the surprise for your sister. I want to make sure you two have fun together forever."
You wave your hands and his pants become undone, exposing his cock to the world. It's still a rather nice looking one. For a moment you're tempted to take advantage of this situation, but you refocus on your goal. You reach out and tap the head of it with your fingertip.
"Nooooo!" Erik screams as his cock starts to turn grey and inflexible. "No please Mal do...." The spell spreads quickly, and now he is a statue, sitting on the gazebo bench, begging for mercy with his cock out.
"I think that's fine for decorations." You say, proud of your work. The storm overhead disperses almost as rapidly as it came, leaving completely devastated preparations in its wake.
Guards and servants are waiting for you as you enter the castle again. They saw what you did to their king. They hold spears and swords out towards you, but every step you take towards them they take one back.
[[Now for the second statue...|AnneStone]]You are annoyed that the Stedt of the mountain have not flocked to your banner. You gather up what troops you do have and start on a march of forced conversion. You'll see how they like it when they have no choice but to worship you!
A sense of desperation fuels this adventure. You cannot help but remember the words of your minions, that if you do not gain enough power here on this world you will be stuck here. You hope that is not the case.
<<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>Your army is organized and well equipped. Over the course of the next few weeks you manage to slowly and efficently march through the other villages. You meet no real resistance, no one village is organized enough to meet you. While many Stedt go to ground in the mountain terrain, many more join you.
Your ranks now swollen with greater numbers, it is time to take the march to the [[jungles of the Marku.|MarkuBattle]]<<set $power += 1>><<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "fertile">>Your troops are not well organized or supplied. The greater numbers provided by your gift of fertility have not yet matured enough to aid in this fight. A barely trained rabble is all that you can produce to attempt to convert the other Stedt villages.
You are met with failure after failure. Your rabble is turned away from the larger villages and the smaller ones simply scatter, or fight to the end refusing to worship you. Either way your numbers do not grow.
You are forced to return to the village where you first arrived after several weeks of failed attempts to convert nearby villages. [[The expedition has drained most of your power. |ChiefCunda]]<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>Your army may not be the most organized, but you are supported by powerful shamans who bend the earth and stone to their will and the men and women who follow you are blessed with the great power of the earth. This mystic supermacy wows the Stedt of the other villages, and as word of this spreads of your slow march the Stedt start to come to you.
Your ranks now swollen with greater numbers, it is time to take the march to the [[jungles of the Marku.|MarkuBattle]]<<endif>>You arrive in your new home just for the start of the Christmas break. There is snow on the ground and more falling constantly. The climate is the same you are used to, cold in the winter, hot in the summer, lots of rain and lots of snow and lots of sunny days.
Your school situation is a bit unique. You and your sister are both going to be home schooled until you have adjusted to the chemical process in the water. The school district has decided this is the proper way to proceed. Apparently students used to have some extreme reactions sometimes and it caused a lot of distractions. Your mom will be home schooling you and April for while your dad throws himself completely into the engineering projects at his new job. He's really enthusiastic about them, you can't remember seeing him so into his work before. You suppose that's a good thing?
Your new home is incredible. It's practically a mansion. Three stories tall, two seperate wings, a dozen rooms. Each of your bedrooms has it's own attached bathroom with a full tub and a gigantic walk in closet. You've never seen so much space. The gigantic back yard is practically a forest, there is a large swimming pool and you smile as you see a basketball court.
You and April take rooms in the right wing of the house, both going for the top floor with great views. Your parents take the master bedroom on the opposite wing.
Your nearest neighbors are a good ten miles to either direction. They live in similarly large estates. There are fences between the property lines and a gate across the driveway that you can use to keep anyone out. Apparently the employees of your dad's new company really enjoy privacy.
Your dad is rubbing your mom's shoulder proudly as workers unpack your belongings. "Talk about a signing bonus." Your dad says happily. Your mom's eyes are sparkling too.
You walk through the large halls of the place. It's very cozy, very inviting, but it's huge. You don't know how your family will ever fill the house. You start thinking up uses for the rooms, but you can't think of enough to fill them all.
You walk into your room and flop down on your bed and stare at the window into the snow covered forest that is the backyard. You smile as you feel quite happy to be here, despite the circumstances.
[[Get Settled In|Gemini4a]]You temper your rage and follow the rich man's car. China Mike may be the triggerman and he may be scum, but the guy calling the shots is your target.
You keep your distance and your headlights off, easily staying hidden in the darkness until the car makes it back to the city, at which point you blend into the traffic.
The car heads for the Hills, as expected, where rich men have carved their little fiefdoms out of the land that overlooks the ocean. Each mansion here is protected by fences and guards and hidden deep within private land. All you can hope to do is see which one the car goes to. Which you do.
Stevenson, the name on the gates reads. It's a lead.
[[Go See what Bower Knows About This Guy|G2SMBower]]"Oh officer." You sigh melodramatically as he takes out his ticket book. "I'm new here can't you think of a way to cut me a break." You put your hand on his upper arm and rub it gently, giving him puppy dog eyes.
"Um...I..." he stammers, his cock growing hard in his red police uniform.
"I mean I'm brand new here. Oh!" You say with a smile, stepping in a little closer to him. "Since you have to make sure people are efficient, why don't you tell me if my routine is up to your standards?"
"Well I suppose that's part of my job." The officer starts to grin as he slips his hand around your waist, reaches down to your ass and squeezes. "I uh, think you have the physical side down. And your outfit is uh, definitely optimal." He's struggling so hard to stay professional.
"Oh I'm so glad you think so!" You say, acting as though this is the best news you've heard in your whole life. "But what about my boobs? Should I shake them like this?" You shimmy your shoulders back and forth. "Or this?" You gyrate your chest so that your tits swing in circles.
"Both." The officer says, throwing his ticket book away and giving up on pretending to be above your seduction. He hooks both of his hands under your thighs and lifts you up, carrying you to the hood of a nearby parked car where he sets you down and is all but panting as he stares down at you.
"Ooooooh." You moan, feeling a bit nervous as you realize this cop is actually going to fuck you. Looks like you went a little too far teasing him! His head is in your cleavage now, kissing and biting at your big tits making you move in reaction which sets your breasts caressing his face. His hands spread your ankles wide before moving up and sliding your g string aside. He fumbles at his belt for a moment and you soon feel his rather large cock poking at your ready and wet pussy.
"Oooooooh!" You moan again in shock as his cock slips in. It feels incredible. All the insecurity you felt before about dressing like this, having this body, what you're doing up here all melts away. You feel complete, and physically it feels incredible. The strings of diamond fringe that hang from your g string and bra rattle against the car as he presses you hard against it on your back, legs spread wide as he fucks you and bites at your tits.
Soon you are gasping for more and begging him to not stop. When he finally cums there is no discharge, as angels do not reproduce, and he moans happily as his cock pulls out of you. You've come several times yourself and are feeling incredible. He gently helps you down from the car hood and tips his hat to you. "I'll be sure to catch your act Miss..."
"Candy." You smile. "Cotton Candy."
He pulls you in for a long, passionate, loving kiss, gives you another lingering look as if he's contemplating a second round and then pulls himself away as if he needs to leave right now before he loses control.
You can't help but giggle a little as you resume your trek. Maybe this won't be so bad after all!
[[Now to get to work|NirvanaC]]<<set $stripper = "cop">>You let him talk about the Maker as you eye him up and down. He's rather cute, and grows moreso the more you take him in and snuggle up against him. You decide to launch into action. "Yes, yes I think you're the one!" You say happily.
"The one?" He blinks and regards you dumbly.
"The one that will lift my curse!" You say happily. "I was told that only a man pure of heart whose love for the Maker is true can lift the curse!"
"Oh well I ah..." Matthias blushes at your praise.
"Yes, now please let me lift the curse!" You beg, playing up the damsel in distress.
"Oh, well certainly." Matthias says, hesitantly, not quite sure what you mean. "WOAH!" He almost jumps out of the chair as you start lifting his robes.
"But Brother Matthias, only the seed of a pure man may restore me. You would not deny me the cure I have needed so long." You smile, reaching forward and rubbing his cock. It springs to life instantly, it was already chubby before you touched it. He glances down at your hand, then up at your face. You lick your lips. He blinks. You can almost hear him think "oh." And then he visibly relaxes.
"Well I suppose if it's to lift a curse the Maker will understand..." He says smiling. Farmboy ain't dumb.
You nod and lift his robe all the way. He's wearing a simple loin cloth underneath which you untie and take in his cock. It's big, hard as a rock, and at full attention. "Thank you kind sir." You say, bending down and giving it a kiss. And then your needs and instincts take over and the next thing you know you've slid your lips all the way down it.
No human girl could deepthroat this song so quickly, but your demonic nature lets you guzzle a cock like you were born to do it. Your mouth vibrates slightly making Matthias moan and run his hands through your hair. Your lips suck your tongue curls and your warm tight throat welcomes his cock all the way down.
"Oh Sweet Maker you're incredible!" Matthias gasps as you go to work on this cock. He is shoving down on your head hard now, forcing you onto his cock but not quite as fast as you gulp it down willingly. The poor boy obviously has been true to his vows and hasn't cum in some time as he's almost shooting in your mouth before you've really begun. You keep your lips sealed and swallow down his cum. Oh sweet hells it is so delicious!!!!
"Matthias! You are needed!" A voice calls from the hallway. He stands up quickly, knocking you off the chair as you slide off his cock and onto the floor. Matthias swears and fixes his robe and runs out to the voice.
You laugh and pull yourself back in the chair, gazing down happily at your completely uncured cock. Fun! There is a shimmer to your left and Julia appears shaking her head at you. "I suppose I deserve that for telling you to do what comes natural." You laugh. She does, she really does.
[[What's Next?|SLDX1AfterGirlCock]]
<<set $sldx1 = "shemaleblowjob">>"No!" You gasp and look for your bra. It's nice to know the sort of place you've been sent to work in, but this guy is asking for way too much.
You see it and reach out for it, but the man snaps his fingers and it bursts into flame. You gasp and retract your fingers, feeling the heat from it.
"Too bad. I would have let you work for me." He shakes his head. "Now you may end up with someone not as nice." The elevator suddenly dings. Wait...when did he hit the floor button again? Weren't you stopped?
You hear noise as the door opens. There is an entire office bustling with activity. Girls with bodies like yours, although few as curvy, dressed in skimpy outfits like you are rushing to perform menial tasks while men in expensive suits are yelling to get things done. You don't see anyone else with bright pink hair.
You see this as you are on your knees with your tits hanging out in front of a man. He smiles at you with a superior smirk and makes a show of zipping his fly up.
"Hey everyone, new girl here." He yells, drawing all the eyes to you as you scramble to button your shirt up and get to your feet. The laughter at your expense makes your cheeks turn bright red.
[[Get Yourself Together ... |OfftheElevator]]<<set $wolf = "laughing">>As soon as she gets in range you trigger the automatic guns on the edge of the diamond drop, catching the Bloodthirster in a hail of bullets. This produces the roar of indignation you were hoping for, if none of the damage you were optimistic might happen. She quickly switches direction and slams into the prefab fortress, expecting it to be filled with tasty seraphs to rip in half.
She looks a bit let down to see only you inside, but jumps in just as eagerly. You trigger the electrical cage and it springs to life with a crackling zzzzap and a small wave of force. It knocks her into the center of the fort where you are waiting for her.
<<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Your suit's power is now fully committed to covering your body with cannons, missile launchers, and automatic weapons. They unload at once as she staggers in your direction. Each wound heals very quickly, but the sheer volume of concussive impacts leaves her scarred and bleeding, and very angry. <<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Your suit shoots lightning into the force cage powering it up quickly at the same time that it shoots a wave of ice cold water vapor at the beast. She roars in outrage as she starts to freeze.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>You rush to her as she is sent stumbling towards you, striking her knees just above her hooves right at the joints, slowing her down and dancing away from her counter attacks.<<endif>>
<<if $jug2 eq "guns">>[[Hold Her Here|TJShootFlail]]
[[Try to Escape the Cage and Leave her Trapped|TJEscapeFail]]<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>[[Get out of the Cage, Leave her Trapped|TJEscapeSuc]] <<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>[[Try to Disarm Her|TJDisarmFlail]]
[[Try to Escape the Cage and Leave her Trapped|TJEscapeFail]]<<endif>>You feel refreshed, which is quite an accomplishment given your tolerance for fatigue. You open your eyes to thank the ladies only to discover that you are alone. They have lit a few sticks of sandalwood incense and you hear the playing of a melodious stringed instrument coming from afar.
Shrugging you are about to return to relaxing when you happen to glance down and see that your skin is now a dusky color, reminding you of those who lived in the deserts of your home world. You raise a hand and see that your fingernails are now painted a deep maroon and glancing down you see your toenails match. You see a hand held mirror at the edge of the tub and pick it up and examine yourself.
You appear slightly shorter. You have thick black curly hair that sprawls out behind your head as you lean against the wall of the tub. Your eyes are painted with smoky makeup making you look quite exotic and feminine, and your lips are darkened as well. You notice loose fitting gold bracelets around your wrists and ankles. Your breasts actually appear smaller than before, but with your less bulky form they aren't any less noticeable. Interesting....
"Well Lilea don't you look lovely?" A familiar voice speaks from end of the tub, you aren't surprised to see Regina standing there as you set the mirror down.
[[Thank Her Politely|heraldtubthanks]]
[[Invite Her to Join You|heraldtubyum]]You scream as the beat up old model car you’re riding shotgun in goes off the road, flying too fast around a sharp turn. Cornstalks smack into the car over and over until the car comes to a stop fifty feet off the road in the middle of some poor guy's fields. You're amazed the windows didn't shatter. You’re thirteen. You turn to the driver, a skinny girl with curly hair a few years older than you, she is laughing hysterically. You join in. You feel alive.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You listen, laughing, to your good friend, a woman in her early twenties, as she negotiates with you about how subtle her Halloween costume can be. You all enjoy getting ready more than any of you will enjoy the party. Hours later, after the party, you will turn on your laptop when you comes home and stare at an instant messenger, wondering why you can’t connect with anybody.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]An extremely plain girl sits quietly at the back of the classroom. She looks at you, you look away. Years later you cannot remember her name. Everyone you ask who was there too swears she never existed. You find an old yearbook. You can’t find any faces like hers in it.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]A girl stares at her TV, watching for the tenth time an animated show about a warrior woman. She sings along with the theme song and smiles as her hero wins the fight in the end. Her mother walks in and tells her she’s too old for that and asks if she wants to go clothes shopping. You see her at the mall later, looking miserable.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]Your good friends, a married couple, are sitting in adjacent rooms in their two story suburban castle. Each of them deletes their browser history and spends most of their energy pretending to be what they think is normal. Each of them has confided their secret desires and real life to you. You wonder what would be so terrible if you just told them both what the other really wants. You never get the chance.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You’re on your first date. The theater seats are uncomfortable. The movie is forgettable tripe. Your date and you barely like each other, but dating is social currency in your school. You kiss just to say you did. You break up a few weeks later. Your date ends up as a renowned researcher into an important area of social science. You would have loved them if you had met later in life.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You're staring aghast as a young man is held back by a few of his peers. The desks you were just sitting in in the high school classroom are scattered about. You had thought the two of you were becoming friends.
All you did was ask why his father was going to prison. He turned around and threw his desk and socked you in the lip. You were too scared to move and now you sit there dumbly, bleeding as you hold your jaw.
Within moments the school police officer is there, putting the kid in handcuffs and asking you what happened. You try to make eye contact with the young man, all he does is scream at you. He is expelled from your school. You never see him again.
Several years later you read his name in the paper, he’s wanted for shooting at a cop during a drug raid. Your scar throbs.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]A young boy watches ants on a sidewalk as the sun shines down from a cloudless sky. He puts a stick in their way, and then another and another and watches as they go to great lengths to continue working. He laughs at the ants, finding it absurd they are so focused on wearing themselves out. His father has pulled into the driveway, he greets the boy’s mother and complains about the traffic.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You are in a parking garage, running late for your dead end job. You see a hundred dollar bill lying on the ground, fluttering in the wind like it is about to take off. You pick it up, smiling at the thought of what this will buy. A few blocks down the street a filthy homeless man begs you for spare change. You hand him the hundred dollar bill without thinking. Nobody believes you when you tell this story.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You’re sitting in a courtroom, nervously shuffling your feet as the stern judge glares down at a fourteen year old pregnant girl. She's sending the girl to the youth authority. Nobody else is there for her. You look at your parents, they are glaring at each other. The girl begs to be allowed to return to school. The judge tells her she's run out of chances as she signs the paperwork. You’ve never seen someone cry so much. You feel stupid when you are told to tell the judge which parent you like more as she considers who should have custody of you. Both of them, who you hated so much a few hours ago, seem perfectly fine to you now.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]You step through the portal and are a bit surprised to find that it isn't a sudden, lurching transport to another world. Instead there is simply a tunnel on the other side. A bit annoyed at having to walk in this body you start to make your way through it. As you get used to your new form, you find it is more than strong enough to walk with confidence despite the fact that a mortal woman this pregnant would be nearly immobile if her stomach were so swollen.
Dry soil, almost ash, crunches under your feet. There are no light sources, the ceiling of the tunnel is low above your head. It is dark in the tunnel, pure dark, but you can see easily. As you proceed the tunnel begins to slope upwards, making you once again sigh in annoyance. The first steps of a goddess are perhaps not as glamorous as you would have hoped.
Soon you are practically crawling up the steep slope, wincing as your stomach drags across the rocks and ash and hoping your first followers don't come along and see you bent over, naked, and smeared with ash.
You finally reach the top of the tunnel and see the opening of a cave mouth. You must have emerged in the heart of the volcano the Stedt make their home on.
Your hands, feet, most of your legs, and stomach are covered with ash. There is no point in trying to clean yourself. It marks your otherwise pale skin and smears it, you certainly look the part of the savage.
You stride towards the opening, and just as you about to emerge, a shadow steps in front of it.
[[Your First Encounter|CundaShadow]]"Yes, Holy Mistress." You say quickly.
A moment ago nothing could have stopped you. But her voice gives you strength, her desires give you willpower. Moving with aching slowness you pull your hands back from your nipples and take several deep breaths. You are still quite aroused and distracted but not so much that you can't think straight.
"Good girl." Bishop De'Mornay says with a smile. You can tell she is enjoying how you are following her commands. This sends a tingle of emotional joy through you and your smile could light up the room.
You reach the arched exit of the chamber Julia opened the portal into. The hallway out is beautifully decorated with short pedestals placed at close intervals, each of them contains a filled vase or a bust of a holy figure or some sort of relic. The waves of pleasures still wiggle through your body each time the bone spurs on the bottom of your feet click against the white marble floor but stern glances from Julia when you moan too loudly allow you to control yourself.
You pass several doors until you come to one that is gilded with complex geometric patterns. Julia half-speaks half-sings a short melody of words in a beautiful language you don't recognize, and the door opens.
[[Step Inside|SLDExperiment1]]Julia's devils ravage not only the Cathedral, but most of the Palace, and a great majority of the countryside. Julia makes no real effort to control the chaos, in her opinion demons work better when left to their own devices. She's right about that.
A few of the paladins and priests survive, and eventaully their prayers are heard. A host of Seraphs descends upon the world, largely muscled male angels wearing heavy armor and wielding powerful weapons. Their organization overcomes the greater numbers and abilities of the devils with frightening efficiency.
Julia does not seem worried. She merely brings you a glass of wine, sets it next to hers, and drops a few pinches of black dust in both of them. "This will be more than enough." She says as the angelic host begins to descend on her tower.
The two of you put your arms inside of each others as your put the glasses to your lips and drink deeply. You aren't sure if you finish or not, you both fall to the ground dead in each other's arms after a few drops enter your stomach.
[[Return to the Pit|DevilPit]]
You inform your new worshippers that they will be instrumental in spreading the word of your greatness throughout the land. First the other Stedt villages must come to you, and then you will march on the Marku and the Anwar.
You reward those who are exceptional in their service to you. The strongest warriors, the most pleasing sex partners, the best crafters and hunters.
You give them the gift of fire. Their hair becomes like yours, taking on the appearance of flame, their veins pulse fiery under their skin and the most favored of all even gain the power to summon and control fire at will. <<if $mkcinder eq "stud">>Grom gains such favors quickly, and soon he resembles you more than a Stedt man, with darkening skin, fiery eyes and hair and a gigantic club made of hissing rock.<<endif>><<if $mkcinder eq "bitch">>Your favorite concubine, formerly the King, receives this blessing many times over for her repeated service and soon she resembles one of the minions you left back in the tower, a fickle fire spirit of great beauty.<<endif>>
As your gifts spread, word of your greatness does too and after a winter of expanding your power it is time to gather the other Stedt to you.
[[Beat the War Drums|CinderSpring2]]
<<set $stedtbonus = "fire">>
<<set $power += 1>>"No man left behind!" You yell, rallying the other adventurers. You jump to Kristoph's side and whirl your staff, knocking the surprised drow back. Bosco rallies to Johnny's side and the four of you fight furiously.
Kristoph seems off balance now that you are next to him. He seems concerned about keeping you safe and distracted by it. You manage to help him take down one of the drow, but he overcommits to help you and the surviving dark elf behind you manages to slip around Johnny and Bosco and finish off Haroldsen before they take him down.
You're halfway through cheering for that victory when the last drow's scimitar slices across your throat. He moved so fast you couldn't dodge and the gushes from your throat. You feel like this is oddly familiar as the blood flows from you and you drop the ground, dead.
[[Time to See Gloria...|ElfFighterFail]]Your eyes flutter open. You have no idea how much time has passed. All you can sense is a white light. You can't move.
Slowly, sensation returns to you. You feel exhausted, moreso than you can remember since your rebirth. You slowly try to lift your head.
You see a heavy iron holy symbol resting on your chest, your flesh slowly sizzling around it. You don't feel any physical pain, but this must be what is draining your energy. Your wrists are directly to the side of your shoulders, bound in iron marked with holy symbols. You can't lift your head enough to see your legs. Nor can you feel them.
You try to summon demonic power to throw these trappings off, but all you can manage to do is moan. You hear some commotion as a result.
Your consciousness flickers in and out. Suddenly you are aware of a face above yours. It is the dry old man in white robes.
"You survive. Quite extraordinary." He says. "I have questions for you. You will answer."
You try to sneer defiantly, but you are too tired.
"How long has the Bishop of Circles been consorting with demons?" The dry man asks. You say nothing. "How long?" He shouts, twisting the holy symbol in your chest.
The pain is excruciating. You open your mouth and scream, soundlessly, scraps of flesh hang off of your chest as deep burns are made and cauterized everywhere the symbol touches.
You refuse to say anything. No matter what you say they'll turn it against her. You won't hurt your Julia.
The torture continues until the last vestiges of life and burned, literally, from your carcass. You don't have to wonder this time, you know where you are going.
[[Back to Hell|DevilPit]]
//Unfinished Path - Julia: Caught//
//Unfortunately this Julia path is unfinished. Julia's content is quite complex with many different permutations.//
<<remember $UFPJuliaCaught = "yes">>"Well, let's see." You say, finishing up your first review of the file. "Where do you think I should start?"
Bower scoffs. "You're the hotshot. You tell me."
"Well." You say primly, setting the file on the chair next to you and crossing your legs. "Let's see." You rattle off several options.
"I could go talk to her cast mates in Romeo and Juliet. Or I could look for witnesses at the scene. I could try to figure out how the opium got in her system. Or maybe I should try to see what her family has to say. Odd that they didn't arrange anything isn't it?" You think for a moment. "Or maybe Johnny Trim knows something? Maybe the beat cops do for that matter."
Bower grunts. "If you find anything let me know. I'm done for the day." He takes another deep gulp. Yeah, he won't be doing any good for anyone in that condition.
What to do, what to do...
[[Head to the Theatre|GumShoeHourGlass]]
[[Head to the Local Precinct|GumShoePrecinct]]
[[Head to the Jail to Visit Johnny|GumshoeJail]]"Captain?" You say timidly, knocking on the door of his personal office. The man looks up over his well manicured moustaches and takes in the docile little servant girl.
"Someone's already been here." He waves you off.
A few days later you try again.
"I want to talk to you about Brother Leopold." You say before he can tell you his office has already been cleaned.
"Sweet Maker, has he been after you too?" The captain sighs and reaches for a drawer which he opens and begins removing coins. "How much to keep it quiet? I swear he's had half the serving girls..."
You are filled with joy knowing that you've turned the strong young man into an insatiable sex friend, but you don't show it. Instead you put on a wonderful display of worry and distraught tears over how such a noble and wonderful paladin could treat you like a common whore.
You are very descriptive. Extremely descriptive. Sometime around the time you are saying. "...and then the next day, he didn't even remove my panties before..." the Captain has come over the desk at you, huge erection in his military pants.
As you admire the design on the ceiling of his office and the old man wears himself out on you (which takes a dissapointingly short amount of time) you wonder how many superiors you can work your way up....
[[Let's Find Out!|PopeSub]]Robinson picks up a stack of papers. They're all filled out already, somehow. Apparently the evaluators here work very quickly. He flips through the stacks and picks out your result. "Alright let's see where they want you."
<<if $seraph eq "hammer">>"Oh now that's interesting." Robinson says, holding up a crystalline structure that appears to be beaming the invitation directly to his head. "The geeks down in the Forge think you qualify for the Juggernaut Project." Seeing your questioning look he continues. "These guys think they can turn the ideal soldier into a living superweapon. Wanna be a one man army? Or maybe just get blown up when their gizmos don't work?" He chuckles good naturedly.<<endif>><<if $seraph eq "spai">>"Huh." He says, looking confused. "The first one is classified. I don't have the clearance to even read this." Looking a bit stung, he hands you the letter. As you open it up you read an invitation to join 5th column corps called the Velvet Glove. It promises a life of dangerous action in the contested territories between the Firmament and the Pit. Women will want you and men will want to be you. An inter-celestial man of mystery? Intriguing.<<endif>>
"So, are you up for it?"
<<if $seraph eq "hammer">>[[Juggernaut Corps sounds Badass|Juggernaut]]<<endif>><<if $seraph eq "spai">>[[Angelic Espionage? Oh hell yes.|SeraphSpai]]<<endif>>You swing your legs over the angel, straddling him as you hold him to the ground, with a flick of your wrist two jagged bony spikes shoot through his crystalline wings, pinning them to the ground behind him.
Your hands are vicious claws as you begin to savagely shred the angel. He screams in horror and pain as you rip into his flesh. It heals quickly, but not quite quickly enough as your claws leave corrupt gashes across his arms and his midsection. You pull your hands into fists and pummel his face. All of the frustration and annoyance you've built up with the Maker and his resistance to your march to dominance go into brusing the beautiful face and glowing eyes of the angel below you.
"Is this your power?" You mock him, lifting his collar up just to smash him down again. "Where is your Maker now?" You slam him again.
The angel concentrates his power and his fists glow anew with blue flame. The bone spikes pinning him down shatter and he rises into the air. A brief struggle and he manages to throw you off of him and the two of you square off again.
Your followers have begun to chant your name. "<<print $dname>> <<print $dname>>" The chant, clapping and stomping as they do. You notice a few of the people of Anwar-Kull have begun to mouth your name as well.
The angel notices too. [[He is not pleased.|adfpp]]You swing your legs over the angel, straddling him as you hold him to the ground, with a flick of your wrist two jagged bony spikes shoot through his crystalline wings, pinning them to the ground behind him.
You lean in over the angel, rubbing your breasts along his chest until they are practically in his face, squeezing him with your beautiful thighs.
"The love of <<print $dname>> is something you will never know." You taunt him in a sing song voice. "Any who worships me will have a chance in eternity. Any who serves me loyally might spend their afterlife in my sweet embrace. But all you can return to is a god that takes you for granted." You lick his face suggestively, slowly running your tongue along his burning cheek.
"You see?" You say, straightening up and addressign the crowd. "Even the angels who follow the Maker are fools." There does not seem to be much disagreement. The display you just put on has everyone giving you their full attention.
The angel concentrates his power and his fists glow anew with blue flame. The bone spikes pinning him down shatter and he rises into the air. A brief struggle and he manages to throw you off of him and the two of you square off again.
Your followers have begun to chant your name. "<<print $dname>> <<print $dname>>" The chant, clapping and stomping as they do. You notice a few of the people of Anwar-Kull have begun to mouth your name as well.
The angel notices too. [[He is not pleased.|adfpp]]Julia's spell does several things. The first thing it does is animate the feather duster. It dances happily out of her hand, moving on its own power, and moves to hover around your backside. Instinctively you move your hands to cover your pretty little ass, but Julia grins and pulls them in front of you, holding them there. The feather duster starts to poke its head around your petticoats and up your skirt.
The second thing the spell does is make Julia's clothes vanish. Her dress goes from conservative, to transparent to non-existant before your eyes. Her delectable little body is fully on display to you, which makes you quite distracted, almost making you forget about the animated feather duster poking out at your ass.
The third and final thing it does is make a very large and comfortable looking bed appear out of nowhere in the middle of the room.
Hmmm. That seems like a lot to have happen just from a quick little spell. Unless, she had it all pre-cast with a continuity ... but why would she have a continuity spell prepared to summon a bed, remove her clothes and animate an ass seeking inanimate object unless...
"Eeeeeeep!" You squeal out loud as the pushy feather duster finds its mark and plunges in hard. You squirm and scream louder as Julia laughs out loud at your antics. You struggle to keep your balance in your pretty heels as the feather duster shoves its way violently up your way too tight asshole. It causes great physical pain, total distraction, and immense arousal.
"Oh my poor little succubus." Julia laughs at again at your plight as you give her begging, pleading eyes as the feather duster starts pulling out slightly and slamming in hard to try to make more room for itself. "Now, come here and do your job." She leans back on the bedsheets, beckoning you over. "Once I cum, the feather duster stops."
You don't need any better motivation. You practically dive for her, licking frantically, squeezing her breasts tenderly, begging her clit to engorge so you can focus on it and slide some fingers in to find her g spot. She resists. You can tell she is concentrating all her willpower and not being aroused, and apparently she has quite a lot of practice in this area.
Your squirms and squeals go from alarmed to desperate as you lick frantically, finally thinking she's aroused enough to slip some fingers in. She laughs as the sight of the feathery duster wiggling about in your butt as you frantically work on her.
You have tears in your eyes by the time she starts laughing and relaxes, finally letting your frantic licking and fingering bring her to orgasm. The moment she cums, the feather duster goes dead in your ass, still jammed up there nice and tight, but not wiggling around anymore. You breathe a sigh of relief and then open your eyes and see Julia smirking down on you.
"Good little succubus." She says, pulling your chin up with a finger and kissing you on the lips. "Now get back to work." She slaps your ass making you grab at it and wince painfully. You then put on a five minute performance of "pretty little maid trying to pull a too large featherduster out of her ass." From the constant laughter and clapping Julia gives it a five star rating. You pout furiously as you get back to work.
[[Get Busted|ObeySelfishBusted]]"There is no time for dallying." You say to the squatting primitives. "Gather everyone, we must start working."
The assembled Stedt men and women slowly spread out. As times passes groups of them return, with others in tow. As the Stedt you are gathering return, you realize the throne room is too small and you walk outside to what passes for the town square.
Those who are seeing you for the first time stare in a mix of fear and awe. These are creatures of no education who crouch in stone huts on the side of volcano, praying that the deadly beasts that stalk the mountain or a raiding band of Marku or the whims of their leaders don't kill them.
No more.
"Stedt!" You scream, raising your voice so that it echoes throughout the village. "Your salvation has come." Your voice is a mix of inspiration and sinister menace. "I am <<print $dname>> made flesh. You will worship me and I will give you power."
[[Time Passes...|CinderSpring]]
<<set $stedtbonus = "pro">>
<<set $power += 1>>"Do it." You whisper to him. "Make love to me like we used to." You kiss him passionately on the lips, your darkly painted ones meeting his nervous chapped lips. It's all the encouragement he needs.
<<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>He hooks his arms under yours and lifts you up. Apparently there is some energy left in his middle aged body. He walks you to the windowsill and sits you on it, reaching up your dress and squeezing your milky thighs through the sheer red stockings on your legs. When they reach your lacy black panties he pulls them to one side roughly. Before even a few seconds have gone by he has lifted your thick skirts up and his fingers are diving into your pussy with the eagerness of a man who has been waiting a very long time for this. It doesn't feel as bad as you were bracing for. You fumble at his belt to get his cock out, forgetting magic for a moment. It is free almost instantly and as soon as it is you pull it into your pussy, guiding it right in where you want it.
After that it is nothing but moans and gasps and squeals as your tight corset prevents you from being too energetic, but Erik seems to like you that way as he plows you. He cums very fast but stays hard and keeps fucking you, and the second time is much slower and longer and brings you off several times, much to your surprise.
When he pulls out you need to compose yourself. He slides your panties back into place and pulls your skirt down, handing you a rag to clean yourself with.
"That was incredible Mal. Really incredible." He says, gasping for breath, clearly having spent more energy on that than he has on anything in years. The look in his eyes says he's dreaming of a world where your cleavage sits next to him and your pussy is there for him to fuck.
[[Get him to leave Anne for you|EndingSloppySeconds]]<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>His hands are instantly sliding up your sides and coming to your breasts, due to their size and being covered by only the two thin strips of fabric he has easy access to them and his hands slide over your sideboob and under the straps of your dress and start manhandling your big tits. He's really not that good at it, acting more like an eager teenager who hasn't done this before than anything else, perhaps his enthusiasm at getting access to your spectacular melons has robbed him of all knowledge.
He is getting awfully enthusiastic and appears to be about to go caveman on you if you let him...
[[Let him go nuts|MalErikFuckedHard]]
[[Take control of the situation|MalErikWomanontop]]<<endif>>You smile at him. "I know what you are thinking of." You say with a smirk. "Is that any way to dream of your goddess?"
Rock looks as mortified as a primitive man like him possibly could. "It is how a true hunter feels about a woman as beautiful as you." He says.
Your heart melts a little. "Well then, I suppose I am here to favor you am I not?" The light in his eyes could jump start the volcano behind the two of you.
He eyes you warily, suspecting this may be some sort of test. You smile at that. "You have my permission." You say. "Shall I start running?" Your hand squeezes his hard cock.
It's like what happens when he takes the collar off of one of his beasts. He growls deeply and runs a hand up your back to your hair where it makes a fist. He pulls you in roughly for a deep kiss and a possessive squeeze of one of your soft breasts. He pulls back quickly from the kiss. "Run." He snarls.
You smile at him, blow a kiss, and then turn and give him his fantasy. You know he wants his mate weak, scared, soft. You make yourself all of these things, screaming like a victim in a slasher film as you look over your shoudler, eyes wide in mock horror. You make yourself shorter and less muscled with a very innocent looking face. Your large pregnant belly wobbles and keeps you from running with any speed at all, your breasts flop about almost absurdly. You are the very picture of feminine vulnerability.
He watches you run, removing his loin cloth and taking in the wonderful sight of your fear. He lets you run for nearly a full minute. You wonder if you are supposed to get away. But then he drops into a sprinter's stance and takes off after you. Good lord this man will be intimidating in battle, you think happily as he is on you in moments.
He tackles you from behind, driving your face into the rough stone ground and dragging your big stomach along behind it. You scream in fear, not truly suffering but knowing it appears as though you do, as he beats your head twice, hard, from behind with his fists and orders you to stop moving.
You obey his commands, on all fours now, belly brushing the ground as he enters you doggy style. He doesn't so much fuck you as rut you like a beast in heat. His hands wrap around your face, holding it tight and forcing your head back to keep you still and silent as he brutally breeds you.
The joy he is having at fulfilling his fantasy is making you very aroused. His cock is a very nice size and you greatly enjoy having it slide in and out of you. He doesn't take long to come, much like a furtive beast looking to spread his seed as quickly as possible. You feel it spreading inside of you and aren't suprised that your magical senses tell you that he is indeed giving you children.
He lets go of your face and withdraws from you, shaking slightly. "Forgive me goddess." He stammers. "That was incredible." He drops to his knee again.
You roll over, features shifting back to your default <<print $dname>> appearance and smile at him. "Remember what the rewards are for serving a goddess such as me." You say. He helps you to your feet and you kiss his cheek fondly.
You return to your throne, glowing with contentment knowing you are with child.
[[Bring it forth|CundaBirth]]
<<set $cundababy = "rock">>"And you won't." You say firmly. "Even now my colleague is convincing your partner to back out of your deal." There is a hiss in anger at this. "Your guards above deck are being shot down." You really hope that's true. "And soon we'll have Seven convinced he isn't bound by your little blackmail after all."
You dodge again instinctively, correctly predicting a backlash of anger at your words. "You pull some good tricks, demon, but your little game is up."
The cat and mouse continues for several more, very tense minutes. You are acutely aware that one touch of those tentacles will likely mean the end of you, and the close quarters of the ship's rooms almost get you trapped several times.
Eventually though you start to realize that she's keeping you away from something. Something that you can't see. Something hidden by her tricks in one corner of the living area. Already tense and worn out from dodging her you stop and point your gun at that area.
"Stop this or I'll blow it to pieces." You say firmly. There is a sharp intake of breath from the devil.
"Your precious god won't like that." She says in response.
"He's not my god." You say firmly. "My god doesn't care who rules here, as long as it isn't you." Your calculate it must be something that give Seven considerable power. Something the devil managed to steal.
[[Pull the Trigger|Spynoseven]]"Welcome back!" You hear Gloria's voice before she comes into focus as you find yourself back in her office. You check yourself to make sure the glitch with your return didn't damage everything. Nope it all checks out!
"Everything ok?" She asks. You nod in agreement, no need to bother her with minutiae.
"Well you did very well." She smiles. "Your companions were motivated by your sacrifice, they got the crown and returned it. The clans are united and they'll win the war against the hobgoblins. That couldn't have gone better! Well done!" She seems quite proud of you.
And then, of course, reaches for her rolodex for your next assignment.
[[Find out what it is|MortalJobs]]
<<set $clericjob = "locked">>
<<set $gumshoejob = "unlocked">>When your eyes flutter open you see Julia and the ambassador, bodies intertwined, naked, kissing passionately as equals. Each has their hand between the others leg, but not working, you get the impression they are both in the afterglow. You moan softly, drawing their attention, which brings grins to both of their faces.
"Quite a performance you put on," Julia says, beckoning you up to join their cuddles. You crawl to lie down in between them, feeling exhausted and a bit embarassed.
"Your display of pleasure was so compelling you even persuaded your Mistress to let me show her what I can do." The ambassador grins at Julia who smiles back and kisses her again. "I believe she should thank you."
Julia laughs and plants a kiss on your nose. "Thank you pet." She strokes your hair. You purr almost automatically. She's learned a thing or two from the beautiful ambassador. The two of them start petting you slowly and sensuously, almost making you think you've been dosed with the powder again until you realize you can still think straight. Barely.
"She's a lot of fun." The ambassador says. "Come to my land, and we can teach you to summon a dozen of her."
Julia looks intrigued by the concept. "But what shall happen in the meantime? I cannot risk leaving her here, and once we leave the area near the Cathedral my obscuring spells will make her presence obvious to any I travel with, and I doubt they will be so open minded."
"You'll have to throw her back I'm afraid." The ambassador says. "But don't fret, we can mark her and make sure she is one of the first you summon again once your, uh, 'missionary' outpost is established in Zamwie."
"We'll have to do that then." Julia smiles. The two of them then commence in an activity you can only call competetive stroking as both seeks to draw the more dramatic purr out of you. You are glad you aren't asked to declare a winner.
When the fun is complete, the ambassador marks your body with a spell of her own, and then Julia undoes the summoning and banishes you back to the pit. They each kiss you one last time before you go.
[[Back to the Pit|DevilPit]]
//Unfinished Path - Julia: The Ambassador//
//Unfortunately this Julia path is unfinished. Julia's content is quite complex with many different permutations.//<<remember $UFPJuliaThreesome = "yes">>
You are so aroused and distracted from the constant petting that you aren't even in the same zip code as saying no to this proposition. In an instant the ambassador has you out of your dress and underwear and lying flat on the room's elegant bed. She kneels on the bed to one side of you, Julia on the other, her owl mask finally removed.
The ambassador blows a powder over your body. The moment it hits you lose the ability to clearly see the world around you. You are used to everything bringing you joy, but this goes far beyond your normal sensations. Literally all you can sense is euphoria. You cannot discern words, shapes, faces, or even any sensation beyond joy.
And then you are aware of hands on you, and you write and moan and squirm like the most mindless of sex fiends, begging for more, or at least trying to in your garbled, pleading moans. Something merely strokes against your clit and your entire body spams with orgasms, again and again and again. You lose track of time, you lose all ability to control yourself, you cum over and over and over and over again. Even your demonic limits are eventually surpassed and you black out entirely.
[[Come to...|JZ4]]Julia and the Ambassador seem to quickly gain a mutual respect for each other. You rub against the Ambassador happily as she pets you, her hands slipping up your dress and down your dress alternating where they stroke, you purr into her and nibble on her neck as you squirm about in her lap.
The two women speak of power. Julia is hesitant about getting involved with devil worshippers. The Ambassador counters that they don't do anything she hasn't, at least the smart ones don't. Nobody who is intelligent really worships demons, the ambassador explains, they use the devils for power and only worship them as far as they can be trusted. According to the ambassador this is very rarely. Julia seems to consider that argument.
They speak of relations and how to improve them. Julia hits on the idea of a missionary outpost in the homeland of the ambassador, deep in the southern jungles. She talks of coming with a cadre of open minded soldiers who might be able to learn the art of wyvern riding, of bringing along a merchant to gaze upon the great treasures of the southern empire and return eager to open trade routes. She speaks of bringing you as well, just for the fun of it. The ambassador chuckles at that and pets you in a way that makes you gasp for joy. She asks Julia if she'd like to take a break and learn how to really pleasure a devil girl.
[[Julia of course says yes|JZ3]]"Calpho my dear I wonder if you would care to engage in an experiment with me?" You say as you take her hand lovingly.
"Why of course, what do you have in mind?" She says brightly. She is a lovely natural beauty with dark hair and a chocolate coat on her lower body. She is a prize mate and the tribal centaurs are well aware of this, every fall you have to fight them off.
"I was wondering, if I were to mate with another male centaur, would he then become my wife?" You stroke your beard as you consider this.
"I...I do not know. I suppose we must find out." Calpho's scent clearly indicates she wishes to observe every moment of this.
"Does that mean you are willing to be the bait for this little plot?" You ask with a grin, stroking her cheek lovingly.
"Why yes of course my dear Theops." She says, planting a kiss on your cheek.
A few hours later you are near a river in the tribal centaur's territory. Calpho has made a noisy display of announcing she is going to take a bath in the water and has removed her clothing. You have hidden yourself in the thick brush near the riverbank.
As expected it does not take long before a tribal male approaches. He is young, not yet filled out in his muscles and with barely more than a few marks of woad tattoos on his pale skin. As Calpho hums and rubs her body as though she is washing he begins sneaking up on her.
She "notices" and gasps and starts galloping back towards your land. He gives chase. This is a normal centaur breeding ritual, the chase is as erotic as the mating to same. Stealthily you follow.
[[Spring the Trap|BoyTaurYum2]]Your turn runs over your lips involuntarily as you take in this poor stunned farmboy. You uncross your legs slowly, <<if $succlothes eq "minidress">>he lets out a gasp as your short dress causes you to flash him.<<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "habit">>accentuating the bulge in your habit.<<endif>>
"Oh thank you kind sir." You say sweetly. "So many think I am not worthy of the Maker due to my curse." You turn to the side and bite on a knuckle, willing tears to form in your eyes as if you are in pain.
The poor boy's chivalry overcomes his cockphobia. "I...no, no not at all, you...you are cursed by the Adversary?" He says, doing all he can to look concerned.
You nod and sniffle. "So many call me such vile things and deny me His love. But you think I'm worthy?" You look at him with great big damsel in distress eyes. The poor boy doesn't stand a chance.
"Yes!" He exclaims. "All are welcome in His church! We can cure your curse and you will enjoy all of the fruits of living in His Love!"
You affect a look of supreme joy and relief. "Oh, that makes me so happy! Praise His love! Praise it! Please come sit with me?" You scoot over in the large chair, which isn't intended to fit two, and rub the space next to you.
<<if $succlothes eq "minidress">>His eyes instantly lock back on your cock. He gulps. You can see him steeling himself as he joins you on the chair.<<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "habit">>He hesitates, but only briefly, as he sits down on the soft chair next to you.<<endif>> Your hips touch his as the two of you sit. You keep your legs uncrossed, making sure your erection is not obscured by your lovely legs.
He starts to discuss the Maker, almost as if talking about this will shift the focus from your cock. He is staring straight ahead, or right into your eyes, never dropping them lower. He is almost sweating. When you place your hand on his arm he looks like he is going to jump out of the chair.
Hmmmmm.
[[I think he should play with my cock|SLDX1blessmycock]]
[[I think I should play with his|SLDX1comparecocks]]
<<set $sld = $sld -1>><h1><center>Atheist Utopia</center></h1>You spend most of your life working, but it is worth it. From the ruins of civilization, hiding in the shadow of the gods of the universe you are instrumental in building a strong, human, nation of free people.
As your numbers grow so does the power of your device, which you guard carefully, training only those you trust in how to maintain and operate. Although you cannot be sure of it, you suspect that on distant planets the influence of the cosmic is being pushed back as the light cast by your device falls over those worlds as well. With time, the portions of the universe that the Maker and the Adversary squabble over will be a small speck compared to free space.
But that will take generations, and you are mortal. You do not have children, too busy to even consider the prospect, but with your prestige and acclaim you do not have any problem finding nubile young things to pleasure you in your rare down time, nor are you ever short of what luxuries your people can spare you. You die old and happy, surrounded by friends and loved ones.
In time the names of the leaders and soldiers are forgotten, and even the gods who you pushed aside are remembered as no more than bullies. But in the generations to come, everyone learns of and adores the memory of the engineer who freed them all.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingAtheistUtopia = "yes">>Your warriors charge across the clearing. <<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>They keep their ranks close and hold thier gleaming metal weapons high.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>The earth trembles under their heavy tread as the gathered Marku gasp at the appearance of stone-blessed warriors on the edge of their camp.<<endif>>
Despite the element of surpirse, the Marku react quickly. Even their leaders are born of a harsh jungle after all. Bows and spears appear quickly in their hands and instruments summon the encamped escorts of the leaders who respond quickly from a very short distance.
You watch eagerly as the battle commences, but you are not pleased at what you see. The Marku have quickly gained the advantage over your worshippers!
Furious, you urge your mount forward and from your palanquin on top of the beast unleash hellfire down on the Marku army. Bolts of cinder rain from the sky and you are rewarded with screams of terror and the death of several warriors.
Unfortunately the Mark are not without their own magic and the chanting of their shamans summons storm clouds and rains that wash away the cinder from the sky. You lock wills with the Marku shamans, urging your cinder to overpower their rain. The struggle is mighty, but you don't notice one of them casting a different spell that is your undoing.
Lightning strikes near your palanquin and the beast you are standing on panicks. You barely have time to react before it has bucked off the palanquin and fled into the jungle. You flop onto your large belly on the muddy ground below, unceremoniously jiggling all the way down.
As you raise your face into the rain you see <<if $cundababy eq "childfree">>your warriors breaking ranks and fleeing into the jungle.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "anonymous">>your red-skinned devil son killed by one of the Marku chiefs just and your warriors breaking ranks and fleeing into the jungle.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "grom">>your minotaur off spring standing atop several dead Marku, peppered with arrows and finally overwhelmed by nearly a dozen warriors attacking him at once. At the death of their champion, your warriors break ranks and start fleeing into the jungle.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "rock">>Rock atop of his lizard like son locked in combat with a Marku chieftan who is riding a rhino-like beast of his own. The two are equally matched it seems and you think your champion will win the day for you, until another bolt of lightning hits him directly and your favorite is quickly overwhelmed. When your warriors see that, those who have not already quickly break ranks and flee.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "shaman">>your warriors being sucked into the muddy ground around them. As your shamans are picked off by Marku assassins, the protections of the earth fade and the power of the water is overwhelming their heavy bodies. Your elemental son has wrought much havoc, but the combined force of several Marku shamans has undone his essence and he is no now more than a pile of inanimate rocks.<<endif>> <<if $cundababy eq "all">>your warriors have broken ranks and fled into the jungle, leaving your diverse offspring to fight the Marku, which they are, fiercely. As you struggle to get to your feet though, a powerful blast of draining magic hits you and as it does your offspring lose much of their strength and are quickly overwhelmed by the proud Marku warriors.<<endif>>
You struggle to get to your feet again, slipping in the wet mud and feeling much less than dignified as the rain soaks your naked curves.
"Well, isn't this interesting." A feminine voice says from behind you. You turn to see a Marku shaman, wearing robes that are little more than scraps around her lovely figure leaning against a white wood staff. She casts a quick spell and you find yourself bound with chains of lightining around your arms and legs, held in place in the air. Your struggle with the shamans earlier drained you of your strength and as more of her comrades aid her you are fully subdued.
[[Defeat!|MarkuToy]]She's quite audacious to flaunt herself about in public again. How did she think you wouldn't find her? Time to put her delusions of stealth to an end. Money doesn't mean a lot here. There is no fiat currency that the universe recognizes. Gambles are a lot more interesting. The renegade angel with her will claim her and offer protection if you try to intervene. But you could always win her in a game of chance. You just need something to gamble with.
It isn't hard to find something good looking that would love to be gambled away here. Bottoms crawl to such places, tingling at the thought of being won or lost in a game of chance and having no say in what the winner does to them. But most of them are average at best and forgettable. To gamble against a girl like Katy you'll need something truly stunning.
And then you catch a very lucky break. You spot something that you recognize, a secret handsign that marks the lady in question as an agent of the Heralds.
The Heralds are a group of female angels that spread peace through diplomacy and tact throughout the grey realms. They work with the Glove occasionally, although almost always reluctantly. What you are about to do is an excellent example of why.
[[Pull Rank|KatyGlove]]"Now, let's see." Della prances around you. "Where shall I start I..." She pauses as a crystal on her desk flashes and a sound like a hunting horn fills the room.
"I...no...No!" She says quickly running to it. "Oh fuck fuck me." She stammers and turns to you quickly. "Look uh, forget all that stuff, I said, I was just joking." She smiles one of the fakest smiles you've ever seen. "I think maybe you should be uh, well..."
She starts moving her hands through the air in front of you and your body changes. But rather than the stripper body she was threatening you with you grow taller. Stronger. Beautiful white wings spread from your back as your ears lose their points and your features become human-like again. Your hair becomes long and blonde, but stays out of your eyes. Your curves grow as well, larger than the slender elf girl's, but in proportion to your larger muscles they don't appear any bigger than before. Your elven robe stretches with you, growing to fit your larger frame and to let your wings through.
You've never felt so powerful. You give Della a questioning look.
"Someone's coming." She says quickly, glancing up with fear evident on her face. "I...you won't...I mean...please don't tell them I tried to make you a Doll." The roof starts to tremble. "Please." She whispers.
[[The Stranger Arrives|Valk]]
<<set $clericjob = "locked">>+++++TOP SECRET+++++
Juggernaut Protocol 16. Not for dissemination to non-authorized personnel. Violators will be nominated for extinguishment.
//My favorite color is... //
[[A) Blue|Jug3Blue]]
[[B) White|Jug3White]]
[[C) Green|Jug3Green]]
<<set $jug2 = "guns">>Getting to the Toxic River isn't too difficult. It used to bisect this city, before whatever disaster or war leveled it. But your people tend to stay on the western side of it now. The river itself still flows, but practically glows in the dark. Nothing lives in it, the water is poisonous and radioactive. There is only one place to cross that you know of, what used to be a six lane freeway bridge. It's heavily damaged but there should be enough of it left to cross.
Of course in doing so you'd be a sitting duck if anything tried to take you out. <<if $elfbonus eq "fighter">>You decide you have to take that chance.<<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "thief">>You decide to swing under the road itself in the support frame to make sure nothing can see you.<<endif>> You watch the bridge for an hour, hiding on the roof of a nearby office building. There seem to be more ghouls than usual in this area. Eventually you decide it is safe to cross.
[[Onto the Far Bank|BEFZ3]]When you set foot on the far side of the city, you see nothing unusual at first. The city terrain is generally the same as what you are used to patrolling. Skyscrapers in the central area with a few industrial areas to the north, otherwise residences of various types. You stop every few hundred feet and keep a simple map updated. There is very little to change from the street map made before whatever apocalypse befell this planet. You write careful notes about the condition of various buildings.
You're a few hundred feet East of the downtown area, where the skyscrapers have given rise to high priced condos. You are noting how most are completely destroyed, when you see something curious. One of the buildings is spotless in comparison to the others. It isn't literally spotless of course, in fact it is filthy, but the windows that are broken are boarded up, the area around it is cleared of rubble and ... you take out your binoculars and check. Yes, there is a light on on one of the floors.
You are about to start considering how you are going to approach this when you hear a rock falling behind you. You turn and raise your rifle and see twenty ghouls shoulder to shoulder blocking the street off. You're about to pull the trigger but something gives you pause. They aren't charging. They aren't attacking at all. They are just standing there.
[[Mow them down|BEFZFight]]
[[Avoid Fighting|BEFZBackoff]]She becomes more brazen and dominant as the days go by. She tells you to move in with her and you don't even think to disobey. You find out she loves orgasm denial torture. She stretches you out and teases you and keeps you in a state of denied orgasm for many many long minutes just because she can. When you finally do cum you are so grateful you practically drown her in kisses and love.
She also likes asserting her dominance in public. You may be a badass explorer, but that doesn't stop her from letting everyone know who you belong to. You aren't even surprised anymore to feel a hand grabbing your ass and squeezing it tightly, or having your hair pulled back and kissed roughly by Gabby walking up behind you all of a sudden.
Apparently some people don't quite understand why you "let" her do these things to you, you're bigger than she is and definitely badder. But they will never understand, you don't let her do anything, you want her to.
Just about the only thing she can't make you do is avoid your job. Which by the way, you need to be [[getting back to|BEFZ]]. <<set $gabby = "bitch">>Before you can speak the Krtujan sitting a few tables down from you bangs a heavy mallet against his bronze glass, producing a sound a bit like a reverberating gong.
"Silence please!" He calls. "Let us commence our fourteenth annual feast." There are pleasant cheers from the assembled lizards and their dates you join in the clapping politely.
"As you all know." He says, looking at the rock lizards, seemingly ignoring you and the other dates, although as he passes Unklangor's table he does a double take and stares at you for a second before he regains his composure and continues. "We have gone far and wide across the galaxy seeking suitable mates. Every year we gather here to show off our finds. By doing this we hope to encourage each other to never give up. For while the life of a Krutjan is often lonely, we must be ever stalwart in the hope of growing our species again." There is loud applause from the assembled rocklizard, or Krutjan as you have just learned they are called. "Let us feast!" This is greeted with an even louder applause, from everyone this time.
The servants start to bring out tray after tray of delicate foods that a few days ago would have turned your stomach but now have your mouth watering. Unklangor feeds them to you, enjoying playing with you as he did earlier, and the drinks that are constantly being refilled certainly help you improve your mood.
As the evening goes by and the drinks flow the Krutjans slowly start to come around to each other's tables to admire the dates. You get a ton of attention, but you notice that one of the other Krutjan hasn't moved at all and is sitting as his table looking rather distracted by something. Still, the ones that do come to you praise your beautiful hips and tail and tell Unklangor over and over again how lucky he is.
While you sit there beaming from the compliments, a lizardperson your size wearing a very skimpy beaded dress comes over to you, takes your hand and asks if you'd like to come sit with them. Unklangor smiles at you and nods, apparently this is part of the tradition too.
[[See What this is about|LizardParty3]]For a week the drums of war sound their ominious echo through the volcano passes and valleys. For a week men and women come from all the small villages and camps of the Stedt, wondering who could possibly have been strong enough to claim the title of Warlord of all the people.
When they see you, they know instinctively to bow and offer themselves. While no Stedt could likely unite these people, a devil from the pits is able to.
Having gathered a considerable force of loyal worshippers, you head [[into the jungle|CMarkuBattle]] to spread your word to the Marku.Your mom has always had your back. She's the sort of mother who would burn down an orphanage to keep their kid out of trouble. And then turn around and make you wish you died in the fire if you were actually in the wrong.
But as the process takes hold of her she is changing. Her 'woman of the house' role has gone from an act with gritted teeth to something she seems to genuinely enjoy. Her embracing the hyper-femininity that the locals expect has gone from wearing a pink shirt sometimes to full fledged dresses that look like something from a 1950s housewife and high heels constantly.
Her body is changing too. Her tall, slender frame is now supporting an absolutely banging set of breasts that rival your sister's distracting cleavage for sheer size, but on her they look much more elegant and sophisticated. Between the two of them your cock aches during the classroom sessions.
One day she asks you to come up to the board and solve a math problem. You're so hard you can't possibly hide it. When you stand up your cock is jutting forward obscenely and there isn't a damn thing you could possibly do to keep it discrete.
"Stop, stop." Your mom says, laughing to herself as you step towards the board. [["Let's have a different sort of lesson."|GemMM11]]The talk of high end, back room freakish orgies isn't something you can really act on is it? There are a dozen such mansions in the Hills near the city and who knows how many of them get up to such things. Who knows if Ashley's involvement in that even had a thing to do with her death? It's all speculation.
But China Mike definitely knows something. His poison was found in her blood and she was killed in a place where his goons operate. He's your target.
You dress in sensible, low-key clothing and patrol the area. Mike and his goons aren't hard to find. They seem to like being the center of attention. China Mike himself is a slightly overweight, arrogant looking son of a bitch who you can't help but hate as you watch him harass waitresses at a club, nearly run over kids in the road, and smack around people who owe him money.
At the end of the day, he heads out of Oakgrove with a car full of goons and another one following. You have to drive very carefully to avoid tipping him off to the fact that you're tailing him. He drives to a remote parking lot of an abandoned building. You drive past it and then stop on an overlook above and watch.
The men smoke cigarettes and push each other around until a very expensive looking black towncar pulls up. A chauffeur steps out. He scans the crowd with distaste and holds the door open. China Mike gets in.
The car doesn't go anywhere. Someone else is in the backseat but from this distance you can't make out who. After about a quarter hour, Mike gets out and the chauffeur pops the trunk. A struggling young woman, wearing nothing but lingerie and a mask that looks like an owl's face is pulled out of the trunk. Mike drags her to the back corner of the parking lot.
You are helpless to do anything but watch. He takes her into the shadows. A bright flash and a second later the sound of the gunshot. Mike walks back into the light. The chauffeur hands him a suitcase and then gets back in the car and it leaves.
Mike's car takes off the other direction. You have a choice to make. Your blood is boiling at what you just witnessed and any doubt you may have had about who pulled the trigger on the shot that killed Ashley is gone. Then again, the questions about who ordered the execution are still unanswered.
[[Follow the rich man's car|G2Street2daMansions]]
[[Follow Mike and See that Justice is Done|FemmeFatale]]You take a few of your trusted followers and approach the Anwar forces under flag of truce. The warrior-priest approaches you with several clerics and soldiers at his side. The two of you meet on the banks of the Anwar.
"Vile heretics, I am the Bull of Anwar-Krom." He says, placing a fist over his heart. "I lead the forces of my people. You shall not take them. Return to your jungle!"
"Surely we can compromise." You say starting to smile. And then you wince. Your unconcious use of demonic magic to influence him actually caused you pain.
"You see." A priest standing behind the Bull announces. "Treachery! The succubus tries to use her magic on your most holy person!"
"You shall leave or we shall evict you." The Bull says, standing and storming off.
Well, that didn't quite go as planned.
[[You've got a fight on your hands!|AnwarWar]]The gardens have changed from the way your mirror relayed Malleguarde's descriptions of them. The once tall topiary mazes have been cut down to only a few feet tall and even those are growing wildly and not well maintained. Weeds spring up between the flowers and the pretty blossoms that are still intact are few and far between.
Most of the garden has been cleared away, creating a large open area in the middle that has been turned into an outdoor auditorium of sorts. "What's happened here?" You ask.
"Oh?" Erik says sounding distracted, he glances up obviously having been staring at your <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>breasts as they all but spill over the edges of the bodice of the dress.<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>legs as the gentle breeze blew your skimpy little coverings away from them.<<endif>> "Oh, Anne ordered it all cleared out for the presentation of our anniversary this afternoon." He motions towards the arrangements and tables and such.
"Oh, well it would be a shame if something happened to it." You say as clouds start to gather quickly. Erik doesn't notice, his eyes still glued to your body. You lead him to a nice wood gazebo away from all the decorations and have him sit with you on the swinging bench seat in the middle of it.
The two of you are sitting very close, your arm still in his.
[[Play with Him and Then Turn Him to Stone|MalErikStatue]]You walk through the short and dirty spaces between the stone huts. It would be wrong to call them streets. There is no organization here, no basic cleanliness, the place is filthy, smells awful, and the people are malnourished, inbred, and freakish in their variation. As cultures go it's a bit of a fixer upper.
The hall of Grom the Mountain King is one story, there is a man leaning up against the entrance way inside. He glances up at you and instantly backs away, ready to flee at the very sight of you. You scoff and stride inside.
The stone enclosure is only partially roofed. The area that serves as the Mountain King's throne room is open to the elements. A primitive stone throne carves from a single rock dominates the grassy courtyard. The Mountain King sits there. He is young, although that hardly means anything considering you doubt that you'll see many middle aged persons here, and stringy black hair hangs down over his face and back. He looks a bit smarter than the average Stedt. He is hugely muscled, almost freakishly so, and he is taller even than Rock, standing nearly the same height as you. He gnaws on barely cooked meat served to him by two naked girls, the ash that covers their milky skin smeared with handprints.
Several dozen other men and women are crammed into this small courtyard. A posee of sorts. Those especially favored no doubt. You see small trinkets and rewards on their clothing, those that are wearing any, or woven into their hair. Some are clearly serving others. A sort of primitive aristocracy is forming.
The King glances up at you and alarm shoots through his eyes instantly. Nothing that looks like you should be near him, that much is obvious. He reaches for a weapon at the side of his throne. It is a large sword, made of steel. It is dented and in poor condition, but a metal weapon. Here is the power that made him king.
"I am King here, hell-beast." Grom says. "Kneel."
[[Kill Him|CinderKingKill]]
[[Rape Him|CinderKingRape]]You smile an empty smile at the departing man. "Nice to meet you Sir." You say sweetly as he departs, you shut the door behind him and turn back to Wolf. The gratitude on his face is apparent.
You strut over to him and slide onto the arm of his chair, swinging your legs over his lap. "Hey boss." You say flirtatiously. "Looks like you got your wish."
"You can say that again." He says, smiling, thrilled to see you in more ways than one. He slides a hand up your stockinged leg and squeezes your thighs. "Me and your tits are gonna get along great." He jokes. At least you think it's a joke. You laugh in any case. "All right." He slaps your ass. "Get off me we've got work to do."
You swing your legs off of him and stand, and then follow him to the corner of the floor. Oooooh corner office. It says WOLF in gold letters on the mahogany door. He opens it and holds it for you and you wiggle your way in.
"Okay Cotton-tail, this is your desk now." He says as you enter. The desk is nicer than most manager's desks, other than the fact that it's entirely transparent. There are numerous files spread about, plants, amenities, a mini-fridge, and from your large window you can see the bustling city of Paradise below you. The chair behind the desk is luxurious, soft, you can see all sorts of massager functions on the arm. There's no computer, apparently they don't use them in heaven.
"Wow." You say simply, looking around. "This is *my* desk?"
"Oh yeah." Wolf says, "I get the nice one." He smacks your ass with a full hand and squeezes as he walks by. "Get comfy. I have to take care of a few things and then I'll get you started."
You bet he will. You sink into the soft leather chair and relax. You could get used to this.
[[Get Interrupted|WolfsBunny3]]"Oh that's bullshit." A male voice interrupts you peaceful relaxation. You open your eyes and see a man wearing a grey suit and a skinny blue and white tie. He is light skinned with frosted tip hair, as you remember being popular a decade or so ago. "Bullshit." He shakes his head looking at you.
"I was supposed to get the next chick with watermelon sized tits. Wolf what the fuck?!?" He screams. He doesn't seem to acknowledge you at all as anything other than an ornament.
"Problem, Terry?" Wolf appears in the doorway looking smug.
"Damn right there's a problem, that's mine!" He points at you again. "Those" he motions to your boobs "Should be bent over my desk right now! You fucking know it!" His voice nearly cracks as he screams, obviously very upset.
Wolf gives you a wink as if to say 'I got this.' "Terry, Terry..." He begins putting an arm on the younger man's shoulder. "You keep acting like this you're gonna get another year here. I'll be out of here soon and you can take her when I'm done, promise."
Terry seems mollified and thinks about it. "What if she's out of here before you?"
"Her?" Wolf says, looking at you and scoffing. You get the sense you're being called stupid. "When Della finds one she can mold like that they don't get out of it." The two laugh like old friends and talk business for a moment before the young man exits, making a 'blowjob' gesture with his hand and mouth at you as he leaves.
Wolf shakes his head. "Sorry about that, he's always dropping by when his presence is least useful. You'll be out of here way before me at the rate I'm going, don't worry. Now c'mon I need you to help me with this."
For the next half hour you and Wolf are in his office, he explains various schematics and diagrams to you and you start to understand the angelic codes that this business runs on. Wolf cozies up to you at every opportunity, rubbing against you, bending over behind you, and otherwise acting quite flirtatious. He also though seems to be actually teaching you and in need of your help.
Before you know it he declares it to be lunchtime. A girl dressed a lot like you, but nowhere near as well-endowed brings two trays that look like bento boxes, shoots you a very jealous look, and then scurries off quickly.
[[Lunch Time|WolfsBunny4]]You sit by Mr. Wolf on the huge, soft, black leather couch in his office, your lunches in front of you on the clear glass table. You have some trouble with the chopsticks, which leads to him picking up the sushi and feeding it to you directly, and then of course shoving the chopsticks in your mouth suggestively afterwards. For some reason you find it dumbly endearing.
You pause at one point to ask, "So, if we're all angels why are we eating?"
"Ah." He says, and wipe his mouth as if he was prepared for this question. "A couple reasons. First, our bodies are strong but not cosmic. Eating helps keep our energy up, even if just a bit. Secondly, taking a break to eat lunch is important to keep from getting too stressed out from all this bullshit paperwork, and finally, we still have tastebuds and we don't get fat, there are no negative consequences, stuff your face all you like you'll still fit in your little skirts just fine."
Oh. Nice. You take his advice and enjoy the food guilt free. "I'm starting to see why they call this Paradise." You say. "So, nobody's told me where I go after work, do you know?"
Wolf almost does a double take and then sighs. You get the impression this is the 'bad news.' "There is no after work." He says glumly. "We work until our job is done. You can sleep if you like, change your clothes, take a shower, I've got a private bedroom in there." He nods his head towards the only other door in the office, other than the one out to your desk. "But a lot of people don't since taking breaks just extends our stay. That's why some people burn out so fast. They want to get back out there kicking ass so badly they try to do all this bullcrap in one day and wind up convalescing for months." He shakes his head. "Slow and steady. We'll get me back there eventually." A far-off, dreamy look appears in his rather pretty eyes. "You should see me with a flaming sword and my real muscles back. Maker-forsaken spawn never stood a chance." You glance down and notice that, yes, he's hard thinking about it.
Looks like he'll be needing your stress relief skills.
[[Lemme See that Sword...|WolfsBunny5]]You take a few steps back. The ghouls mirror you, stepping closer to you. You turn to look north and see another group of ghouls standing there blocking off that road, turning around again you see a third group blocking you off from the east.
They are herding you into the condo. There are so many of them now that you couldn't stand a chance against them even if you were inclined to fight. You have your back against the door when you hear the intercom go off.
"Leave your weapons and come up." A female voice says sweetly. Slowly you put your rifle down and open the door. It's locked. "All of your weapons sweetie."
You undo your utility belt and leave it on the ground, with your tactical vest. "And the mask and boots if you don't mind." You gulp, but you don't have much of an alternative. You undo your mask and take off your boots and hear the door click open. You open and walk in, finding the air oddly clear.
The first few floors are cluttered, but much cleaner than you are used to seeing. When you get up to the floor with the lights on it is spotless, almost sterile, and decorated as if the owner has very expensive taste. The trimmings are all a hodgepodge of various styles though, as if they have been cobbled together from various scavengings.
The entire floor is one apartment, and your hostess is waiting for you when you arrive. She is completely human and would be normal looking if these were normal times. Considering her surroundings though, she is completely out of place. Her slender figure is dressed in opaque black stockings, a black pencil skirt, and low black heels with a white blouse under a white lab coat. She has olive skin and her eyes appear to be slightly slanted, that is all you can see of her face as she wears a surgical mask over her nose and mouth. Her silky black hair is up in a tight bun.
"Won't you sit down young lady?" She says with a smile, beckoning to a doily covered loveseat next to her.
[[Meet your Hostess|BEGhoulQueen]]<h1><center>Jungle Queen</center></h1>You retire happily to life as the queen of this particular jungle. The lucious fruits and sexy Marku and Stedt and their mixed children are always available for your enjoyment. Civilization slowly springs up with your guidance and the only real problems you have to deal with are Anwar missionaries.
It's a very happy life, all things considered.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingJungleQueen = "yes">><h1><center>Jungle Khan</center></h1>You retire happily to life as the khan of this particle jungle and warlord of the nearby mountain. The lucious fruits and sexy Marku and Stedt and their mixed children are available for your enjoyment, not to mention your friend the water spirit who makes your life much easier in many different ways.
Civilization slowly springs up with your guidance and the only real problems have to deal with are the constant annoyance of the Maker's Anwar missionaries.
It's not a bad life, all things considered.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingJungleKhan = "yes">>"Spread the word." You say<<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>, running your hands through the King's hair as enjoy his attention to your belly<<endif>>. "Tonight we will feast and you will enjoy all that your goddess can give. Build a bonfire in the village. Bring the meats to cook. Bring what makes you see the gods."
"Pash." One man says, eyes widening. You know as you read his thoughts that Pash is a powder made from certain rocks dug from the volcano side. They throw it on the fire and the smoke makes them high.
"Pash." You say with a smile. "Bring all you can. Tonight you feel the joy of a goddess."
The people do not have to be told again. They get to work, dumb smiles on their primitive faces. What wood they can gather is mixed with charcoal and a large fire pit is made. A few huts are torn down to make the ring around the pit. Those who live in those homes protest but are beaten until they cease.
The animals are slaughted for cooking, gatherers return with oddly lumiscent rocks that they grind into a fine powder. You take some in your hands and analyze it. It is demonic in nature, the essence of the infernal realms creeping in through the portals the devil lord built. You smile as you realize it must make those that use it susceptible to your influence.
Rock returns with the other scouts. <<if $cundarock eq "seduce">>He cannot stop staring at you. You made quite the impression on him. His very impressive cock is tenting his loin cloth obscenely, he does not seem bothered in the slightest by it.<<endif>><<if $cundarock eq "command">>Rock speaks to those who he meets and you see them looking at you. You can tell from the context that he is telling them of your power. The villagers respect Rock and you can see your influence is growing more quickly due to this.<<endif>>
Darkness comes after a short time. The fire is lit and the tribe gathers. You stand with your back to the fire so your impressive silhouette can be seen by your people.
"Stedt!" You yell to them.
"Stedt!" Is the thunderous reply.
"Too long you have huddled on the mountainside. Too long you have not taken your vengeance on the Marku below. I will make you strong. I will make you proud. You will learn from me. And when you are ready, you will leave the mountain and take your rightful place in the jungles below."
Primitive weapons are raised and cheers resound.
"But tonight." You smile. "Tonight you will sample the joy that <<print $dname>> gives." You take a large handful of pash in your fist and throw it into the fire.
[[Influence the Stedt, make them exceptionally fertile|CundaPartyF]]
[[Influence the Stedt, bless them with the Strength of the Earth|CundaPartyE]]<h1><center>Beast of Burden</center></h1>You hang your robotic head and trot back to Paradise. You know there aren't any devils hiding here. Or at least if there are you won't be able to catch them if all of the highest of the Maker's servants can't.
Still, you take your assignment. The citizens of Paradise seem happy to see you about, a reminder of the power that the laboratory is working on. You give up on catching devils and start to offer your help where it's needed around the city. You drag heavy things about, deliver messages, and generally do what you can to be helpful despite having a terrible assignment.
You never get better orders, but you live out your days as a helpful and valued member of the community, even though mostly it is your brute strength and endurance that people value.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingBeastofBurden = "yes">>"Bring me the queen." You say to the guards that surround you. They glance at each other, spears held out towards you, but backing off if you make a motion towards them. Scared, nervous, confused looks are exchanged. "NOW!" Your scream becomes a roar as the shadow of a great boost looms over the men.
They panic and run, soon returning dragging your struggling sister between them. You smile at their obedience and your sister's fright. Obviously the servants told them what you did.
"So you've heard of my surprise. I've given you Erik forever. And now you'll be together forever. Go join him."
Sniffling with fear Anne walks to the garden, you follow closely behind her. When she sees Erik's stone form she sobs and falls to the ground shaking.
"Go to him." You hiss in her ear. She shakes her head so you simply snap your fingers and an invisible blast tosses her into him. Another wave of your hand and she turns to stone on her knees in front of him. "Fitting." You sneer.
You turn to the assembled guards. They are shaking, barely able to hold their spears up as they pretend to be confronting you.
You smile at them. But then you smell something in the air. Gold. The castle treasury. Apparently it has become very wealthy in the last few decades. Your recent dabblings in draconion form make it smell wonderful to you. With the power of that wealth you could even complete your transformation.
[[Be Greedy|EndingGreatBlackDragon]]
[[Be Benevolent|EndingGoodWitch]]The sun has just gone down when you arrive at the Mansion. Mr. Stevenson has been plying you with champagne and opium-laced cigarettes on the ride back, though you've managed to consume very little of them. But you've got a good idea of how Ashley got opium in her system now.
When you arrive Mr. Stevenson has some female staff, wearing scandalously small french maid uniforms, take you to a private dressing room to change for the audition. You aren't terribly surprised to find out that the costume consists of sheer tights, a garter belt, lacy panties, a matching bra, high heels, and a lace domino mask. They accessorize you with pearl earrings, a thin silver necklace, and a thin silver chain around your belly. You maintain your bright eyed demeanor and comment on how this must be a really classy art film. The eye rolls from the maids are almost tangible.
They lead you into a small bedroom. It is very dimly lit with a few candles burning on a nightstand. The light from the candles reflects on full length mirrors that cover the ceiling and one of the walls. You see Mr. Stevenson lying on the large bed, wearing a black robe that matches the bedsheets.
"Come here my darling. Let's talk about your role." He says, rubbing the spot next to him.
You sway your hips over to him and sit down on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs. You let him talk. He's sleazy beyond imagination. You act like his lines are working on you, smiling as he rubs you and blushing as he talks about your body in a very crass way.
He pulls you in and you watch in the mirror as he reaches for the nightstand table and produces a syringe that he slowly moves towards your backside. You decide [[things have gone far enough|GM3Fight]]You reach out with claws, hissing from the steam that rises from them where fire is trying to form and grapple at her. She is agile and knows the currents well. You summon your fiery axe and swing it in wide arcs around you as your body finally reaches the bottom of the lake. You sink slightly into the stirred up mud at the bottom but the spirit does not relent in her assualt.
She comes behind you, from the blind side, over and over striking at you. But finally you anticipate her attack and turn to grab her at the last moment, wrapping a strong hand around her throat and slicing her open with a strong swing from your axe.
It does not quite kill her, but you sense the blow is lethal. The drags you down heavily, knocking you axe aside and cuasing it to bubble out of existence without your magic.
"So...you end me. But I will be the end of your road as well. You are of the mountain ... I am of the water. You wish my power? Have it." She hisses. She starts to pour herself into you, sliding into your pores, your orifices, and everywhere else she can, infusing you with her essence. "Be the mix of earth and water. Nothing more." She curses you as her essence dissolves.
You try to get up. You barely can. You lift an arm and let out a pathetic moan. You're mud. Earth and water mixed together.
[[Struggle|StuckintheMud]]You may have a body built more for love than war, but that does not mean you are not strong. Your followers bring you some thick leather braces, a sort of primitive bra made of the same thick leather, and a short skrit made of leather pleats. They also strip some shinguards to your legs. While a few attempts are made, nothing can be found that would shield your large stomach.
As for the ornate helmet, one is brought before you that is made of the skull of a large feline predator. It fits over your head easily, holes being made for your large horns, with the huge fangs closing around your face letting you peer out from between them. A few brilliant sapphire feathers form a crest above it and it is painted with bright runes and symbols. You are pleased with how ferocious it makes you look.<<if $firstlaw eq "love">>
Just as you are finishing getting dressed, your feathered serpent offspring emerges from the jungle and floats around you once again, draping itself over your shoulders. It seems content there. You decide to trust that it knows what it is doing.<<endif>>
[[Approach the Marku|SM6]]
<<set $cmoutfit = "war">>//Two weeks later ...//
The cabinets behind you rattle as the paladin slams you into them, back first. The two of you kiss passionately as he rips at your clothing. His hands slip up your skirts and petticoats as her grabs your thighs, sitting you on the expensive wood as he unbuckles his trousers.
He isn't bothering with his armor anymore. He's banging you anywhere he can. Confession booths. Broom closets. Balconies. He loves how obedient you are. He never gets tired of telling you how you make him feel like a real man as he's stretching out your pussy walls with his nice thick cock and holding you in his big strong arms.
He can't stop thinking about you. Every time another man looks at you he glares at them. He's started a few fights. His superiors are getting antsy about him. Such a good soldier, but with these weird behavior problems.
[[Nothing to do but Seduce Them Too...|PaladinSub]]A week into the jungle you gather your Stedt followers and Marku converts to a large bonfire. You stand in the fire, making sure all are assembled and can see you.
"My people." You say. "I see that you are not working together. This displeases me. Do you, my Stedt, think you are better than the Marku?"
"Yes." A voice says. A large Stedt, one of your warriors speaks. "We are men of the mountain!" He boasts, thumping his chest. "We do not walk with the treemen." He gestures towards the Marku among you. "We do not break bread with them. We kill them. They should serve us!"
"So why great <<print $dname>>, why do you tell us we must live together?" There are murmurs of agreement and disagreement from the assembled crowd.
You regard them with warmth and amusement. You brush aside the angry man in front of you and stride to a more central position. You then beckon him to follow you. You scan the crowd and spy a beautiful Stedt woman and beckon her towards you. You do the same with a very attractive Marku man and an equally fetching Marku woman.
You stand now flanked by the most physically perfect examples of manhood and womanhood from each people.
"Do you see my friends?" You say gesturing around you. "Do you see the benefits of unity?" You smile suggestively at the four around you and beckon them closer, running your hands along the men and women in a manner that causes them to become quite aroused and distracted.
"Surely those who worship me know there is much pleasure to be had in variety. Imagine a world where all people of all colors, all walks of life worship together. And that worship gives you peace. And so many different choices in who to fuck..."
You grin at the Marku man, hand wrapping around his cock you hold it up, at the same time pinching a thick Stedt nipple of the lady opposite him. "Those who worship the true God shall know love. Love of any variety they desire. Does this not sound as paradise?" You smile suggestively to the crowd. They are nodding happily, eyeing the examples of beauty you have gathered.
"Do not hate different peoples, do not fear the unknown. Feel love for all who serve the same goddess. Feel pity for those who do not yet know this love." You smile impishly. "Why don't we take the night to bring our peoples together?" You tug the Marku cock and the Stedt nipple towards you and then step back, bring them into each other. They eye each other wish shy smiles and then slowly start to feel each other and kiss and before long they are rutting like long lost lovers. You point the Stedt man and the Marku woman together and they do the same.
"This will be your future. A future of joy and love. We must bring it to the rest of this land." You announce to loud cheers.
As the days go by you see the Stedt and Marku are truly getting to know each other, in a very old school sense of the word. This unity has made you stronger.
As you continue your march of conversion, a Marku woman approaches you and asks for an audience.
[[Hear what she has to say|CMarku3]]
<<set $firstlaw = "love">>
<<set $power += 1>>You smile sweetly, and fakely and start in with a series of compliments on her style and what she's done with the place. You can tell she is desperate to be thought of as stylish and superior and that makes her easy pickings for your social manipulation skills.
Slowly, but slowly, you start slipping in veiled insults and then laughing with her as she makes excuses for the flaws that you're pointing out. Finally you think she's unbalanced enough that you assure her you weren't ever remotely scared of someone who hangs out with a bunch of desiccated cannibals. You lean in and ask her how many of them she's fucking.
She nearly goes apoplectic. She stands and screams at you, totally losing her cool. "Tunnel rat bitch, how dare you talk to me like that!" As she's stamping her foot you've very quickly stood.
She doesn't see it as a threat, because she's assuming you're going to yell back at her. So she is completely not suspecting you to grab the lamp on the table next to you and smash her over the head with it. You may be barefoot, but you don't need your steel toes to kick her hard while she's down. You kick her hard in the stomach and knock the wind out of her, then drop your knees on her head and smash her pretty face into the ground until she isn't struggling anymore.
"Crazy bitch." You shake your head.
[[Investigate|GQTakeover]]The demon's free hand is suddenly on your left breast, squeezing it and kneading it in a manner that makes it apparent he cares nothing for your own enjoyment. But he tweaks your nipples just hard enough to be rough but just soft enough to make you even wetter than his skillful fingers already are. He's dominating you, but working all your pleasure zones as well. Malleguarde obviously does this sort of thing quite often. Unfortunately this means your pleading eyes and protesting squeals are considered part of the act and only encourage him.
"Are you ready to take my seed? Won't that be a thrill for you, princess, strutting about the courtyard with a belly full of demonspawn." He hisses at you with a forked tongue as he lifts up your thighs and drapes your legs over his shoulders. "What will daddy say when he sees what a slut his daughter has been?"
You almost cum when he slides his cock into you. His fingers have gotten you so worked up the sense of joy from that wonderful, smooth penis sliding into your hot wet hole is almost too much.
As he pumps into you his hands find your breasts again and pull and squeeze. "These will be filled with milk soon sweetie. You'll be fully pregnant in a week." He taunts. "Maybe they'll send you to the stables so the farmer boys can milk you like the cow you are." He laughs as your mmmmmfs of protests struggle to emerge from your lacy gag.
On and on like that it goes until the incubus slides his strong arms around your waist and lifts and flips you over, causing you to land on all fours, arms twisted above you although not quite painfully. He drives your face into the satin pillow as he fucks you from behind. You lose track of the foul names he calls you. The way he mocks your moans of joy and your jiggling body. Gods, Malleguarde was really into this stuff!!
Finally after bringing you to orgasm for at least the fifth time, the incubus begins to go limp inside you. Gently, he undoes he gag and the bonds holding your arms and lays you out, kissing you softly all over as you lie in a euphoric haze from all the times he's made you cum.
"As always sweet lady, it was a pleasure to serve you." He says, bowing low and kissing your hand. He winks and vanishes.
You pass out almost instantly into a deep, coma-like sleep.
When you finally awake you feel completely refreshed. Wow. What a way to make yourself at home!
[[I Suppose I Should Get Up Now...|MalBedRoom]]You assure him there will be a legal solution and head out of the jail, threatening a lawsuit if they touch you again when the guards try to frisk you on the way out.
You skip the office and take a cab to the library. You apply your angelic brain to learning all of the legal codes of this time and place. There are a lot of them, but you slip the librarian some cash and she lets you stay there overnight. Burning the midnight oil is an understatement, by the time the sun comes up again you've read a dozen dry legal texts and hundreds of judicial rulings.
And you were right, there are so many problems with Joe's case and conviction that you know you can get it overturned. You set to work right away. You find a lawyer who lets you file your paperwork under his name and appear in court for you. He's decently bright himself, smart enough to do what you tell him at least and follow the arguments you give him to make.
A few weeks later you're in the audience at the Supreme Court for this state, cheering happily as they announce that Joe Trim must be released instantly due to being falsely convicted. Joe turns and looks at you with a real smile of gratitude on his face as he mouths 'thank you' to where you are clapping wildly for him. Meanwhile, the press is gathering around your proxy, and, as you instructed, he is taking all of the credit.
You turn and walk out of the court before anyone starts to think who the only person cheering the release of a convicted murderer is, but when you step out of the front doors you don't find yourself on the streets of Santannhausen.
No, you're back in Gloria's office, and she is looking at you quizzically.
"I...I'm not done..." You stammer turning around almost expecting to see a door back to the city. "I...I haven't solved the murder yet..."
"Yes I know. But the Maker brought you back." Gloria looks puzzled. "You got an innocent released but we don't know who killed Ashley and..." She pauses and flips through her rolodex. "..and now I can't find that world again. It's lost to us!" She looks distraught.
"Oh no." You put a hand over your mouth, feeling very guilty. "Did I screw up really bad? Did I let you down? Oh god what did I do?"
"No..." Gloria says, sounding almost amazed. "I don't think you did. I think...in fact...yes..."
[[What?!?|Advocate]]The days and weeks and months go by and you keep at your job. You learn to shake and sway and bounce to the delight of the troops and the time starts to go by faster and faster.
One day you are surprised to find Della waiting for you when you get back to the dressing room.
"Well Miss Candy," She says with a smile. "It looks like I was right, you do make an excellent stripper."
"Thank you?" You say, not honestly sure how you feel about that.
"You've done so well in fact you've burned off your penance. You're free to return to the Mercy missions if you like. Or you could stay here. You are doing quite a lot of good for morale from what I hear." She stands up. "It's up to you babe." She places an hourglass on your dressing table. "If you want to meet Gloria for your missions just flip this over and you'll be taken to her. Otherwise, enjoy entertaining the troops." She winks and heads out.
[[Flip the Hourglass|Mortal2a]]
[[Don't Flip It|EndingSupportingtheTroops]]As the magically infused fire spreads dark, drugged smoke over your gathered worshippers you can sense the changes begin in them.
The people are already primitive and muscular, but your magic makes them stronger still. Their skin grows tougher, harder, and craggy like the earth that blesses them. Although they do not grow larger, their muscles are more powerfully compacted and their strengh increases greatly. Those who are gifted mentally will find themselves developing primitive earth shaping skills. The earth rumbles as some of them discover their gifts.
Of course the Stedt are engaged in a massive orgy around the fire. The Pash continues to have its aphrodiasic effect after all. Pale, craggy skin is revealed all around you and the minor earthquakes continue as the night goes on.
It occurs to you that maybe you should engage in some earth shaking of your own...you are a fertility goddess after all, perhaps you should start bearing children.
[[No, I will not carry children|ChildFreeCunda]]
[[Make Love to the Most Magically Gifted Stedt you can Find|CundaShamanKid]]<<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>
[[Let Grom Claim his Reward for Loyalty, Bear his Children|CundaGromKid]]<<endif>>
<<set $stedtbonus = "earth">>
<<set $power += 1>>You have questions and you open your mouth to ask them but your tits yank you towards the door and through it. Once you touch the door you are in a different room entirely. You are standing on a circular stage that is about two feet off the ground. All around you are male angels. They are all dressed as soldiers, many of them bearing injuries, all looking like they badly need to blow off steam.
There is a softly glowing pole in the middle of the stage. You nervously mince towards it and start to twirl around it. The men boo this timidness and yell various demands. Suddenly the pole shrinks down in size and takes on an almost liquid quality as it moves like a long metal tentacle. You gasp and dodge away from it, but it snags your top and rips it off. This sets the men cheering. You gasp and try to cover yourself but as you do the pole tentacles grabs your panties and rips them. You squeal again and grab for your panties, which leaves your boobs open to the men's cheers. You try to back away from the tentacle pole but find there is nowhere to go except into the crowd.
The Seraphs can't seem to pass a barrier at the edge of the stage. You get the impression nothing is stopping you from stepping over it. Of course once on the other side you'll be at the mercy of the very horny Seraphs who have gathered to watch you.
The door you got here from is nowhere to be seen.
[[Stay on the stage|NBpole]]
[[Leave the stage|NBgangbang]]You order your forces to prepare for battle. Perhaps what occurs next may be the first pitched battle of this land's history, as the Anwar in their lamellar armor and iron swords spread out in a line and march towards your forces.
<<if $power lte 3>>Your men and women seem nervous as they march against the clearly superior numbers of the Anwar. They try to hold thier ground but when the Anwar are within charging range the men draw their swords and attack, preists chanting blessings behind them.
You want to find the warrior-priest who leads them but before you get the chance your forces are so thoroughly overwhelmed that you find yourself one of very few still standing as the Marku and Stedt vanish back into the jungle. You curse them as cowards and doing so allows you to be caught off guard.
Several chanting clerics approach you, and as they do glowing white chains wrap around your form and bind you tightly, the holy magic of the Maker keeping you immobile.
"Let us take her to Anwar-Mesh." The warrior-priest declares, holstering his mace. "She will be a fine addition to his garden of delights."
[[Defeat|EndingAnwarGarden]] <<endif>><<if $power eq 4>>Your forces are outnumbered and the Anwar line spreads out wide, covering both of your flanks and trapping your followers in battle. The fight that occurs next is a vicious engagement, swords and clubs and spears and claws ripping blood from enemies left and right.
You quickly find the warrior priest who led the human army and engage him in solo combat. He is a very stout man, and his blows are hard and true, but you are a creature of the pit and more than a match for this priest. As the battle rages around you you find your claws ripping his armor apart and pushing into his flesh to pull his beating heart out from his chest.
It is a small victory, but it is enough to demoralize the human army and they slowly retreat. It is a good thing too, as you look around you see that largely they won the fight. Your forces are a small fraction of what they were before and nowhere near enough to engage in combat with the army that just retreated again.
With no small amount of regret, you signal your forces to [[retreat|EndingJungleGoddess]]<<endif>><<if $power gte 5>>The Anwar line seems short and puny against your forces. You are all vicious smiles and war cries as you lead your forces in a vicious frontal assault.
The Anwar nearly break before you strike, but they barely hold on to keep their line intact as you charge. Barely. The first wave of your assault is enough to shatter it completely. All about you Stedt and Marku slaughter the defiant and the terrified, sparing only the lives of those who beg to convert. Once a few Anwar have realized this is the key to survival, many more follow suit.
You note with smug satisfaction that even a few of the clerics are ripping off the symbols of the maker and praising your name instead. Their leaders are all dead, killed or fled before you could have a chance to handle them personally. You shrug. It hardly matters.
[[Convert the Lesser Towns|AnwarConvert]]<<endif>>Before you can speak the Lizard sitting a few tables down from you bangs a heavy mallet against his bronze glass, producing a sound a bit like a reverberating gong.
"Silence please!" He calls. "Let us commence our fourteenth annual feast." There are pleasant cheers from the assembled lizards and their dates you join in the clapping politely.
"As you all know." He says, looking at the rock lizards, seemingly ignoring you and the other dates, "We have gone far and wide across the galaxy seeking suitable mates. Every year we gather here to show off our finds. By doing this we hope to encourage each other to never give up. For while the life of a Krutjan is often lonely, we must be ever stalwart in the hope of growing our species again." There is loud applause from the assembled rocklizard, or Krutjan as you have just learned they are called. "Let us feast!" This is greeted with an even louder applause, from everyone this time.
The servants start to bring out tray after tray of delicate foods that a few days ago would have turned your stomach but now have your mouth watering. Unklangor feeds them to you, enjoying playing with you as he did earlier, and the drinks that are constantly being refilled certainly help you improve your mood.
As the evening goes by and the drinks flow the Krutjans slowly start to come around to each other's tables to admire the dates. The ones that come to your table just shoot Unklangor a sympathetic look or pat him on the shoulder and mutter something about better luck next time. He takes it like a champ but you can tell he's kind of down about it.
Before you get a chance to talk to him quasi-privately, a lizardperson your size wearing a very skimpy beaded dress comes over to you, takes your hand and asks if you'd like to come sit with them. Unklangor smiles at you and nods, apparently this is part of the tradition too.
[[See What this is about|LizardParty3]]When he gets ready to leave, he stands up, straightens out his tie and pulls you and your mom in for a hug. With one of you on either side of him he kisses your moms cheek and then yours. His chest feels more solid than it has before, and his arms are threatening the seams of his dress shirt they're so muscular. His face looks as young as your moms and his hair looks thicker. With his thick rimmed glasses he looks a lot like Clark Kent. His hands have dropped to cup both of your asses at once. This makes you wiggle a bit as his hands cups your boxers right above your naked legs. "Breakfast was lovely, girls." He says happily, giving you a meaningful look. "But maybe next time my daughter will look as pretty as her mom eh?" He voice has just a hint of 'this isn't a suggestion' to it that you haven't heard in your dad for a very long time.
He then gives your asses a little slap, kisses your mom for what seems like an excessively long time while the two feel each other up, and then he heads out the door with a cocky grin on his face.
You look at your mother, expecting her to read him the riot act. But no, your mother really has changed and instead of dressing him down for disrespecting her she is giggling like a fool. You rub your hand over your ass where his hand gave you a sharp little stinging spank.
You walk back into the kitchen, a little off balance still at all that has happened this morning and last night. "Okay mom I think we need to..."
"Oh darling, isn't your father wonderful?" Your mom says, pulling you in for a hug, your aprons whirling around each other, her breasts a little higher and larger than yours you feel a bit lorded over as she squeezes you right. "I think I'm going to go relax for a bit, let me know when you're done with the dishes and we can talk then, okay sweetie?" She leans back a bit in the hug, brushes a few stray hairs out of your face, and looks into your eyes for a moment. "Thanks!" She says, kissing your nose before you can respond, she unlaces her apron and hangs it up on her way out of the room, humming happily to herself as she leaves you to clean up.
[[Time to do the dishes|GemM12]]
<<set $gemd = "boy">><<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>You kick him hard in his chest knocking him down on his back. In one deft move you sit on his face and position yourself so that his tongue will be directly on your clit if he so much as sticks it out even slightly. Hey, being a lust demon has its perks.
"Lick." You command. He struggles against you. You slap him around a bit more and he concedes with a few short licks. While the feeling itself isn't so special, doing this to an angel in the middle of a fight is just kind of awesome. You force him to do it a few more times before standing up and seeing the reaction from the crowd. They love it. Including most of the Anwar standing on the city walls.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "fertile">>You can't help but laugh at the state of the poor angel. You wrap your hands around his hand and bring it down to your breast, which you expose. "Drink." You command.
Almost too eagerly the angel starts sucking on your nipple. You grin at him. "Can't get that from your precious maker can you?" You taunt him. His eyes shoot open and he realizes what he's doing. He tries to shove you away, but in his weakened state he succeeds only at tumbling to the ground himself. You put your tit away and hear the reaction from the crowd.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>You smile at the angel and then an evil thought occurs to you. You drop your hands and lift just one finger, straight up. A single, thin, phallic rock suddenly rockets out of the ground and straight up the angel's backside.
The angel screams and squirms and tries to fight, wriggling around like, well, like an angel getting ass raped by a piece of stone.
"Gonna have trouble explaining that one back home eh?" You taunt him. "I heard your Maker isn't a fan of this so much." You laugh as his strugglings finally make the rocks crumble. It has exhausted him too much though and he lies there, panting and gasping.<<endif>>
There are very few who do not chant your name as you [[approach the nearly defeated angel.|afdr3]]"NEVER!" The devil roars with his last breath. Fool. He should have at least tried to lie. You wrench his neck until it snaps and then stand up, smiling as you watch his body dissolve.
"My regards to the other lemures." You sneer, spitting on his corpse as he vanishes.
The minions step out from their hiding spot and rush to your side. They fall to their knees and babble their unending loyalty to you.
You smirk, amused, and turn and walk back to the throne. Your stride is powerful and intimidating. You may have some female curves but your mannerisms are masculine. You sit down in the throne. It feels good. You deserve this.
"All hail our Master!!!" The minions chant.
[[Learn More About This Place|sucincharge]]
<<set $sucsex = "lord">>You slip her other shoe off and rub and kiss her feet, alternating back and forth. When your mouth is not busy you tell Julia what you know of the afterlife. You tell her how the darkness offered freedom and that appealed to you. You tell her how the light of Heaven felt like a searchlight, the light always buzzing in a dungeon, the interrogator's lamp. It was not Lady Liberty's torch, not the warm embrace of a cozy home at all to you.
Julia is inhaling sharply from the skill of your massage, but you know her keen brain is picking up everything you say, as you pause to suck her toes. She asks you to explain how it is that a lust devil acts so sweetly.
"The Pit is freedom." You say simply. "It is the Jungle. The strong rule, the intelligent thrive, the weak and stupid are beaten and used. I would have been used by a strong devil if you had not saved me. I owe you what freedom I have, and I prefer you as a Master to him." You start to kiss at her milky calves, feeling goosebumps grow under her sking as you do. "Since then, I have chosen to be loyal to you. It is as simple as that." You smile at her.
"It is...odd that I find myself loving a devil." Julia admits, running a hand through your hair. "But your words ring true. But enough talking...show me what you mean." She uncrosses her legs. It's all the invitation you need, what you've been waiting for.
[[Show Julia you Love Her|JuliaYum]]As the exchange continues and you keep translating you sneak your own message in.
"I'm going to do something very foolish." You say. "The second I do, run for the crown. Don't come back for me."
"But.." Bosco begins.
"I said DON'T." You snap. "It's our only chance." The men look grim but do a good job of not changing their demeanors. "Cover your eyes when you hear me casting."
You continue to translate but then without warning you intone a spell. Before the drow can react a very bright light flashes from you, at the same time you've intoned a shielding spell for yourself. It cracks as the drow behind you tries to cut your throat but it gives you enough time to escape his grasp.
You thank the Maker when nobody comes to your aid. The men listened to you. You run in the opposite direction, cursing the drow for cowards who hide in the darkness, throwing out every racial slur your elven brain remembers as you dance around their bolts and blades.
You pull the fight further down the tunnel and it gets darker and darker. Even your elven eyes are having a hard time seeing in this pitch. The terrain under your feet changes into a dark soil and you realize you're outside of the Crypt proper and into the tunnels the drow must have entered through. You're heading into dark elf territory.
You repeat your mission like a mantra in your mind, hold them long enough to let the others take the crown. You succeed. Through your healing magic, swift instincts, and knowledge of how to enrage them with your taunts you keep them from killing you for nearly a half hour. It's more than enough time for your friends, you are sure of it.
But something odd happens. After fighting for so long you finally aren't fast enough to dodge one sword blow to your side. After that it's all over. Being slowed down just a tiny bit is all the drow need to cut you down. You die with a healing spell on your lips and whisper the final word just as your soul is about to return.
And it stops. You find yourself disembodied, hovering above the ground.
[[Will yourself back to Gloria's Office|elfvampend]]
[[Explore the Tunnels|elfdrow]]Della does not look amused. She crosses her arms. "Look you ungrateful little brat. I didn't have to make you so pretty. I didn't have to give you such a wonderful outfit. Now you've got two options, You can get with the program or I can call in the Compliance Seraphs. Oh wow they are going to love breaking you in." You can't tell if she sounds jealous or alarmed.
"What it gonna be mega-boobs?" She crosses her arms and tries to look tough.
[[Fine, fine I'll play along!|BBstripper3]]
[[Oh do your worst...mini-boobs!|BBstripcompseraph]]"Sweet Maker, calm yourselves." You say, exasperated. You pull your arms out of theirs and kick back at the one shoving your ass. You'd expected him to move but he didn't and you send him flying.
"Ah, um, must be another malfunction?" You say, not sure anyone is going to buy it. Before they can confront you on that Captain Stone comes jogging around the corner.
"There you are Juggs, we just got the order, time to move out."
"Oh uh, no I don't think I can do that." You say, having no intention of going with your would-be rapist. "You see there are a lot of malfunctions going on with this suit."
"She's right!" One of the lab geeks next to you says loudly. "It's malfunctioning left and right and she won't go jump in a star, we'll have to fix her!"
"I..." Captain Stone's eyes narrow. He obviously doesn't believe it. He grinds his teeth slightly and can't seem to think of a way to make you come with him. "Fine." He mutters angrily and turns to stalk off.
You breathe a sigh of relief. "Okay guys, let's get back to work on this thing...there's a lot you need to fix." You mentally force the suit to adjust itself around your crotch, giving your tiny cock a bit of room to relax.
[[Make Sure They Know to Obey You|juggfixthreaten]]You decide that heading down to the jail to see the falsely convicted killer is a good place to start. You hail a taxi, they are cheap and numerous in this city, handy way to get around.
"Take me to the jail." You tell the craggy old cab driver, handing him one of the bills from the fold in your purse. He seems impressed by your largesse and steps on it. Looks like Gloria sent you down with a lot of the local tender, that will make this easier.
"So what's your boyfriend in for." He asks as he weaves through the traffic. You smirk and decide it's easier to play with him than tell the truth.
"Murder. Offed a cab driver." You say, popping a cigarette in your mouth and lighting it.
"Smart mouth. Shame if someone slapped it." The cabbie mutters. You smirk, blow smoke at him, and relax and enjoy the ride. A forgettable witticism is exchanged as you exit the cab.
The city jail is a huge, foreboding complex surrounded by barbed wire fences, constantly searching floodlights, and armed guards at every corner. The inmates you see shuffling about in their manacles look rather intimidating, or completely brow beaten. You shiver involuntarily and head for the entrance.
The security at the door takes quite a few liberties searching you, the third time they squeeze your tits you snap at them and they back off, finally letting you in. Shaking your head at their juvenile antics you head into a tiny little room and try not to feel nervous as the heavy door slams shut and locks behind you. There is a small metal stool that is bolted to the floor which you sit down on, you can feel the cold through your skirt and the uneven metal surface is rather uncomfortable. The other half of the room is visible only through a thick metal grid, you can see another stool on the opposite side. You put your hands on the small table that is half on each side of the grid and wait. And wait. And wait.
You've had to stand up to stretch to keep your legs from going to sleep five times when the door on the far side clanks open and the guards shove in a rather hassled looking man. He's wearing a black and white striped t-shirt and pants, no shoes, and no shackles. His hair is scraggly and he has what looks like a month's worth of beard, his eyes are rather dull and his mannerisms seem confused.
"Who're you?" He mutters as he sits down and squints through the grid. "You my new lawyer?" He sounds hopeful.
[[Why yes, yes I am!|LietoJoe]]
[[No, but I'm here to help you.|TruthtoJoe]]You return your astral form to your body on the other side of the portal and concentrate hard. You focus on the collective unconscious of the Stedt people, and especially their deification of the volcanic mountains they live in the shadow of.
The volcano is what keeps them safe and warm. It gives them fire and fertile soil. It are also what causes them to choke on ash and live in fear of eruption. It is capricious, powerful, and undeniable. Their god of fire and ash manifests their feelings about their mountain. You will take his form.
Your body changes. Your skin darkens and cracks, revealing glowing lava running through your veins. It burns you at first and you let out a primal scream that makes your minion wenches rush to your side in alarm. They find themselves changing too, becoming dark things with skin the shade of ash and fire burning in their eyes and mouths and hair made of bright flame. The fire from their forms revives you and you rise to your feet again and concentrate on completing your transformation.
Your horns grow to resemble those of a large bull, and your face takes on somewhat ox-like features, although it remains human in shape. Your teeth, however, are flakes of black stone sharpened like arrowheads. Your tail becomes thicker and more powerful, your feet are hooves, and the fur that covers your legs is the color of thick smoke.
You feel the power of fire coursing through you. You feel the lust of flame and the need to spread your warmth. Your lovely minions, now ashen skinned beauties with hair and eyes of flame cling to your side, causing your cock to grow and pulse, the veins slightly translucent showing the lava that flows in through your body like blood.
All you need is a name for the mortals can pray to.
<<textbox "$dname" "Cinder" "SFG2" autofocus>>
[[Is my name|SFG2]]You report to the Court as ordered, repeating the introduction that Julia had planned for you. Even the short walk to the Palace has been enough time for your mammaries to produce enough milk that you are already uncomfortable by the time you arrive. Aware of the leers you get from the Lords and guards, you are told that no nobles have had children lately and your services aren't needed. Your distress at hearing this is obvious, and the Chamberlain tells you to report to the barracks, as the army brats's mothers are always running off after dumping their children on their fathers and constantly in need of a wet nurse.
At this point you would do pretty much anything to get the mounting pressure in your chest relieved, so you pick up your drab grey skirts and hurry over to the barracks, milky boobs jiggling against the tighter and tighter dress as you hurry there.
The barracks are a wild, loud, chaotic scene. There are a few long buildings, and many tents. You gather that the army is currently stationed here waiting for an assignment. It takes you forever to find anyone even vaguely in charge. The man tells you his rank is captain, although he isn't dressed in anything different than the rest of the soldiers and camp followers gathered here.
By the time you are talking to him all you can do is beg for the work Julia sent you to do. He points you a tent. You hear the sound of crying babies and hurry to do your job.
[[A few hours later|WetNurse2]] //Warning: Rape//
[[Put up with this as long as you can|WetNurseEnd]] //Skips content// <<set $julia = "wetnurse">>You approach the tomb nervously. Harold may not be bleeding anymore but he's hardly alert. You double check the floor panels and tap them with your staff before stepping on anything.
Bosco takes the heavy stone lid off of the tomb and retrieves the Crown. As he lifts it triumphantly his cheer of victory is cut short. His eyes bulge and you see a wicked looking crossbow bolt right in his neck. Whatever shot it didn't make a sound. You whirl about looking for a trap but see instead something that makes your heart skip a beat.
Two drow survived Kristoph. They're both injured, but still decidedly operational. They've both fired their crossbows. But that means...you glance to Haroldsen. He's slumped down too, dead without a sound. Of course the bolts would be dripping with lethal poison. There's nothing you can do for them now.
Except avenge them.
Your furious attack surprises them, but it doesn't slow them down much. The crossbows are tossed aside and vicious scimitars take their place. You move as quickly as you can, faster than any human ever could, still barely fast enough to parry their blows. Their injuries slow them down just enough that you wear them down, your constant vocal prayers keeping you invigorated and strong as their energy fades.
You slam the tip of your staff into the stomach of one, knocking the wind out of him, and then crack it over the skull of the other. In the same whirling motion you swing your staff back around and hit the doubled-over drow under the chin with it.
You don't hesitate to take up one of their scimitars and execute both of them. You slowly catch your breath. You are the only living thing left in here.
<<if $formerdoll eq "no">>[[Emerge Triumphant|ValkSetUp]]<<else>>[[Emerge Triumphant|NoValkSetUp]]<<endif>><<if $sex eq "male">>"No, absolutely not, you can't just make me a girl!" You snap, rushing for an exit.<<else>>"No, absolutely not, you can't just mold me however you want!" You snap, rushing for an exit.<<endif>>
The reality swirl stops and you can see just fine again.
"Okay first of all" Della says, shocking you by suddenly standing right next to you. "I didn't change you at all, the Maker did, I just focus his will a little. Secondly, yes I can. Finally if you really want to wash out already without even trying, there's the door, be my guest, but you'll just end up with no focus. You'll never change again if you don't have the nerve to do your job!" She seems pretty certain of this.
"C'mon." She says, stroking your smooth arm in an attempt to be soothing. "There's just this initial trail to see if you will be one of the Mercies, once you're in you get to go on all sorts of adventures on mortal worlds, inspiring them to greatness in His name. You may even qualify to do celestial missions if you do well enough. There are all sorts of fates and adventures out there awaiting you, but not if you wash out before you even start just because you've got a huge pair of tits now!"
[[Fine...Make with the Swirly...|Mercy1]]
[[I'm Not Working for You or Anyone Else!|EndingServinginHeaven]]<center><h1>Lacking in Subtelty</h1></center>Julia insists on hearing the full story. She seems to especially enjoy hearing of how her rival couldn't even be bothered to ass fuck his altar boys himself and laughs a bit cruelly at that part of you tale. At the end of it all she is quite pleased.
"You've done very well." She says proudly. "But I wish you had been a bit more subtle." She sighs. "You see, the paladins detected demonic influence in the confession booth and are even now turning the Cathedral upside down looking for the devil worshipper involved in the poor Bishop's death." Oops.
Julia nods. "So I'm afraid this means you are a greater risk than of use to me at this point." She moves her wand quickly and a glowing white strip of cloth has suddenly gagged you, and matching ones bind your hands and ankles. The holy marks on the cloth are stronger than chains binding you. "It is such a pity. I would have enjoyed finding how many others of the Maker's chosen would ass fuck their serving boys if given the chance." She shrugs, apparently over it.
She marches you towards the central Cathedral and when she meets the paladins makes a big show of demonstrating how she captured you, and then screams that you are trying to escape and incinerates you with a bolt from her wand. You see an apologetic little smile on her face as your body fades.
[[Back to the Pit|DevilPit]]
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $UFPJuliaSubtelty = "yes">>It's awful late to be snooping around an old theater so you decide to disguise yourself as a young woman who got separated from her date after a few too many drinks, just in case you get caught.
You go back to your apartment and change into a sexy but stylish black dress. Not quite a little black dress, more like a medium sized black dress. It doesn't show quite enough to be sexy, but it is definitely head turning. You add some pearls and a decent layer of evening style makeup and slip on some low black heels. You grab a matching purse and head for the Hourglass.
You park your car and find it simple enough to jimmy a lock in the back. You creep in and see that there is a light left on the stage. You remember that this is a stage tradition, to leave a light on for the spirits that might haunt this place. They call it a ghost light.
The auditorium is not massive, but large enough to hold a few hundred people. There aren't any special box seats. This is not a high class area. As you quietly make your way down the aisle you see a shadow move in front of the ghost light.
[[Hide!|Ghourglass2]]<h1><center>Big-Boobed Blowjob Genie</center></h1>You nod, the cock in your mouth shaking as you do. "I accepth." You lisp around it. As you say the words the cocks all vanish as you feel yourself now surrounded by a vague sensation of satin furniture and the smell of incense and the feel of fresh water cleaning you.
Suddenly you are jarred back from that reality and back into the real world. You see a Seraph with his impressive cock out wearing a modern style military uniform. You are alone in a small tent with him.
You want to thank him for rescuing you but you can't speak. In fact you feel compelled to act. As if in a daze you crawl to him, still wearing the stripper heels and jewelry and heavy makeup you had on before, and suck his cock into your mouth hungrily as he sits down indian style.
"On your back." He says. You obey instantly, rolling over so that you are sucking his cock upside down with your head in his lap so that he can reach out and play with your gigantic tits while you do so.
"I should have told you. The ring that you are bound to now, it used to house a succubus. I had to kill her of course but Maker she gave incredible blowjobs. I figured it must be the ring's enchantment. Looks like I was right. Anytime I let you out, only thing you'll want to do is suck my cock. And I've got you all to myself, whenever I want you." He grins wickedly.
As soon as he cums, you vanish. You have no idea how long you are gone between summons, the vague happy feeling void you are sent to has even less of a sense of time than the rest of the afterlife. Every time you resolve to break the compulsion and escape, every time you are summoned all you can think to do is suck cock.
The ring is sometimes passed to different angels. You have no idea if it's a favor or a trade or your previous master died. You just know that you have an unending string of cocks to suck while your huge tits gets played with. Forever.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingBBBJG = "yes">>His cock is big. Just a little too big to fit comfortably in you. Which means you are getting stretched. Ooooooh yes. That stretching is just divine. You happily relax your body and let him pound into you.
"Awww yeah that's right baby, who's your momma?" You purr happily as he fucks you.
"What? No! Me in charge!" He protests.
"Shhhhh, no talking just fucking." You say, summoning an invisible spirit to pat him on head since you can't reach in your current position.
"Errrgh you my woman!" The primitive grunts.
"Of course I am sweetie." You say patronizingly as he continues to plow you. "Just keep fucking me like that and I'm totally that thing you said."
This makes him annoyed but not annoyed enough to stop fucking you. He keeps it up for a very respectable amount of time before he cums hard and wipes his dick off on your ass before you can stop him.
"You my woman now!" He proclaims.
"Oh? Still here?" You say. "Yeah, totally, totally, oh, I forgot I have to conquer the world so uh, I'll just go do that and then I'll be right back to uh, whatever it is you were saying, okay? Byeeee!" You say with a fake cheery smile.
The man scowls and walks off in a huff.
With a wave of your hand you are totally cleaned up, and you skip happily down the mountain to find something to conquer.
[[You find it soon enough|Pyradown]]The familiar scent of brimstone is the first thing you detect. Then there is the oh so familiar sound of screaming lemures. You open eyes, fully formed ones this time, and rise as quickly as you can from the Pit where you spawned.
You have been reborn in demonic form. Your skin is dark red and hairless, your hair is black and flowing, your body is lithe and muscular, your figure is voluptuous, and decidedly feminine in it's curves, but rather masculine based on the pair of large cocks swinging between your legs. Small horns grow from your forehead and a short, spaded tail swings between your legs. Bat-like wings grow from your back, they are currently propelling you through the charnel air and into the higher reaches of the Pit.
You find a relatively safe rock and perch there, just long enough to collect yourself and wonder what you should do from here.
[[Forget Serving Others, It's Time to Build Your Own Demonic Empire|SubbyDevilMeetDom]]
<<if $julia eq "obeyloyal">>[[Find Julia, Wherever She Is|JuliaValkyrie]]<<endif>><<if $julia eq "obeyself">>[[Find Annabelle, She's Got to Be Here in the Pit Somewhere|JuliaAnnabelle]]<<endif>><<if $julia eq "corruptloyal">>[[Find Julia, She's Here Somewhere...|EndingDevilGirls]]<<endif>><<if $julia eq "Zamwei">>[[Wait to be Summoned by Julia and the Ambassador|Zamwei]]<<endif>>
<<silently>>[[Look for a New Master|SubbyDevilNewDom]]<<endsilently>>You steel yourself. You've got a job to do. It doesn't matter how many hearts and skulls you break along the way. Sure maybe you didn't imagine doing it as a feminized lizardperson but hey, if it was an easy job anyone could do it.
You change your approach to Lur'grish completely at his announcement. Now you pretend to be impressed and aroused. You step into groping range again and your tail is grabbed, and you are spun around and bent over the table before you know it. He remains sitting, your tail pulled right into his lap as he admires your backside and strokes your tail.
"Yeah, you heard me. We'll all get lucky. We'll find mates wherever we go. In fact I think I'm getting pretty lucky right now." He grins down at you in a predatory way. You smile back at him and wiggle your tail and hips...which you might not have done if you had realized that his sex organ had actually finished regrowing.
"It'll be like this every day after the deal is finished." He says as he pulls his thick stubby lizard cock out of his pants. It isn't nearly as big as Unklangor's you note with a mix of relief and disappointment.
"Why's that?" You ask giggling. He isn't taking you seriously at all, but some of the others are starting to listen in.
"I helped the devil steal Seven's luck." He cackles. "It's trapped on her ship right now. In a crystal that I purchased at great expense from some of my contacts in the lower planets." He chuckles proud of himself. Some of the other Krutjan are looking at each other alarmed at this announcement. "Once Seven pays her everything he's got, she's gonna double cross him and we'll have the luck. All the luck!!!" His cock is hard now, from a combination of your bent over body and the erection he's giving himself from his own monologue. "Yes!" He says exultantly as he shoves his cock into you.
You grit your teeth and take it, but then find it actually feels rather good, like scratching an itch you didn't realize was there. Your modified backside accepts his cock with much less resistance than expected and it slides in and attaches quite easily.
But then Lur'grish is yanked back away and you breathe a sigh of relief as he lets go of you. You try to pull his cock out of you but it's stuck in there good. You turn to see Unklangor and the others had dragged him off of you and are furiously upset that he's betraying their host and bargaining with devils.
"That's not how we do things!" Unklangor says, furious, acting like this isn't about you. "You tell us where that devil is we're giving our host back his luck right now!"
You support yourself on the table as Lur'grish's cock starts to pump you full. Your belly distends much more quickly than your old human one did. You gingerly lower yourself so that you are leaning up against the table propped up on your hands as the other Krutjan have now knocked Lur'grish into submission and are marching to the door, determined to set things right.
You are just allowing yourself a smile when Wendy walks up to you and slaps you so hard you go flying off of the table and land painfully on your side. You look up at her in shock and she smirks down at you. "Take my man will you? Fine. Looks like yours is available now." She turns her nose up and walks off after the men, with most of the other egg layers and servants following them.
This leaves you alone, with your legs very weak from the detached lizard cock resting comfortably between your modified ass cheeks. You drag yourself to the intercom and call for help from the casino staff.
[[Report to Paradise ASAP|EndingLizardGirl]]
[[Not going through this again, get this cock out first|SissyLizard]]<h1><center>Milky Messiah</center></h1>It is really for them that you stay. Does not the scripture say, thou shalt submit to the lust of the many? Does not the scripture say it is a blessing to be loved in the flesh? Julia would want you to stay.
But you sense that her uneducated superiors may feel differently. The poor things have not felt your blessing yet. So you smile at your new lovers and tell them of this. Of course at once they agree to secret you away, where the blasphemers cannot harm you.
You are moved from house to house, secret hiding place to secret hiding place. Everywhere you go you spread your blessed milk, and those that drink of you see the light of the Church. If only Julia could understand, you are just doing her work.
Slowly your followers grow in number, and they are blessed with you. You must constantly be kept hidden from the prying eyes of the Church, for fear they may mistake you for some sort of demon (perish the thought!) so while your followers are never truly great in number, they are all very loyal.
Word reaches you one day that Julia has passed away, she died under somewhat unfortunate circumstances in her lab. Some say it was an accident, some say an assassination. It hardly matters which to you, but you mourn her loss and hope she find her place at the Maker's side in the afterlife.
Eventually after several close calls and near captures you are declared too precious to risk. The most powerful of your worshippers decide that you must be secured and protected from all but the most devout. A secret shrine is dug deep in the ground and you are kept hidden there. You cannot dispute the wisdom of this. It will give you time to properly service those who truly deserve you, and motivate the others to better themselves.
Holy chains are placed over your body, links of light and holy power that firmly keep you in place at the will of your most devout followers, but that do not keep the faithful from accessing every inch of your body. You love those who come to drink of you in any manner they wish, for as long as they wish, for the rest of eternity.
You have the power to break free. You have the power to do nearly everything you want after being worshipped as a goddess for so long, but all you truly wish to do is submit and be used by others. And so you are. Forever.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingSecretMilkGoddess = "yes">>You reach out for the woman, the power of your magic nature forcing her to be solid enough to grapple. She was not expecting this and squirms in your arms as you hold her watery form against yours.
"Time to get you out of your element." You growl at her. With a titanic effort of will you propel yourself through the water, shooting out of it and into the air above. Fiery wings spread behind you as you escape the waves and they propel you to a nearby island. A much more solid one.
As you land on it the woman tries once again to escape but a ring of lava forms itself around the two of you as you throw her to the ground. She recoils from the heated rock in horror and looks up at you helplessly.
You take her in. She's lovely, willowy, and you bet fucking a girl made of water is about as refreshing as it gets. She rolls over and tries to frantically escape but you're on her in a second, pulling her back up to you and plunging your cock in to her nearly effortlessly.
You were right. It's incredible. She screams a gurgling scream of defiance, not at all injured by this but very humuliated as you assert your control. "Who is your god?" You demand of her. She refuses to answer. You fuck her harder, longer, better. "Who is your god!" You demand again a few moments later. You unleash your lust control powers, forcing her to remain just shy of orgasm no matter how much fun you have.
She resists over and over as you fuck the answer out of her, but eventaully she relents. Gasping with desperation she screams your name. "<<print $dname>>!" She gasps. "You're my god!" And you let her orgasm as a reward. She thrashes about in your arms like a wet little earthquake and then you finally let her go and relax slightly.
"I...I was mistaken." She gasps, gazing up at you in adoration. "That was incredible. I...I had forgotten I could feel so good. So dominated." She purrs and runs her hands over her body. "You do deserve to rule my people." She then moves as quick as a flowing river to your still standing form and warps her watery lips around your cock, giving it the most renewing blowjob you've ever had, bobbing her liquid head around you eagerly and frantically as she sucks you off. "Thank you..." She gasps as you cum hard inside of her.
You smile and lift her in your arms, spreading your fiery wings once more you fly her to the shore. You dump her on the ground and ask her who her god is. She says your name in a breathy, breathless voice. You give her permission to return to her lake after she sucks you off again.
The Marku people look at you with a mixture of shock and awe, the Stedt with pride. Apparently the Marku were not expecting you to fuck an endorsement from their lake spirit. They worship you with growing fervor as a result.
[[Finish your Conversion of the Marku|CiAnwar]]
<<set $clake = "dominant">>
<<set $power += 1>>It seems like only moments have passed since you walked in the door, but in old earth hours it has probably been months. You've learned lethal martial arts, how to kill with nearly any household object and all the latest intel on all the threats to paradise. You've also settled on a secret identity. You are Alexander Core, intergalactic superspy.
You step outside the Coffin, as the building is known to those in the trade, and light a cigarette. You can't help but shake your head as you look at the angels going about their business. If they only knew all the threats your agency keeps them safe from every day.
Jeeves appears, looking identical to the last time you saw him months ago. "From Mother, Sir." He says, handing you an envelope. By now you are familiar with the slightly better code reserved for Agents.
//Fondest Son,
I'm afraid Uncle Reginald has caught the flu. Please pick him up a few oranges from the deli if you don't mind.
Love,
Mother//
Your eyes darken. This is a most troublesome assignment. Suddenly every shadow in the street seems more sinister. Suddenly you aren't sure you can trust the smiles of the angels around you. If only these poor saps had a clue what going on below.
But then again they won't ever know, because you're off to put a stop to it. And if they don't go down easy, you'll take 'em down hard.
[[Ba-da-DA DA|SpaiS5]]
//Checkpoint Reached - Oxfords not Brogues//
<<remember $CheckPtSpai = "yes">>You maintain that position, holding him against you with one arm while you fuck his ass from a standing position. His legs flail uselessly and he tries not to meet the eyes of his former followers.
But as the fucking continues and your magical nature makes it pleasurable for him too, his demeanor changes considerably. You tap into his innate essence and you use your demonic magic to scramble it. As it falls to pieces you put it back together in the shape you prefer and then let it go to work.
As you keep thrusting your cock into him his moans become happier, his struggling becomes wiggling, and his voice becomes higher and higher pitched.
The people stare in awe as his arms shrink in mass and lose their dark hair, his legs go through the same change becoming smooth and sexy and pale, his midsection shrinks massively becoming a tiny little waist and his hips widen into wide dancing girl hips made to accomodate many children passing through her new body. Her face is beautiful, with thick lips, slightly slanted eyes and delicate features. Her thick black hair is untangled, now a voluminous mass of sexy kitten waves that catch the eye as she tosses her head and moans loudly with your thrusts. Most of that missing mass has gone to her chest where a pair of truly impressive tits has sprouted, bouncing and jiggling while remaining somewhat firm thanks to their newness.
Your cock is still in her ass, but after spraying a huge load of cum there you lift her off, spin her around and plow right back into her, taking her pussy this time. It is hot, wet, and brand new. She squeals and gasps in a truly feminine desperation as you fuck her virgin cunt. Soon she has her ankles locked behind your back and arms around your shoulders and is begging for more each time you set her body bouncing. You drag this out, making sure the people get a good look at your power.
Finally you bust your nut inside of her, letting out a mighty roar as you do and tossing her off of your cock onto the ground below, spraing your cum all over her as she lands.
You sneer at the assembled Stedt, reveling in the awe and fear you have instilled in them.
Without anything further from you, they drop to their knees and starting to chant your name. "<<print $dname>>!" They chant. "<<print $dname>>!" As their former king is mopping up your cum and licking it off of her fingers.
[[Get to work|CinderWork]]
<<set $mkcinder = "bitch">>
<<set $power += 1>>''//Update 0.14 - 09 March 2021 - By Julia Gumshoe//''
- A //very// incomplete expansion of Elysium has now been added. At the moment I am still implementing the main features. You might notice it now has a primary Elysium day/midday/night loop. The plan is that Cladius' tasks will get progressively more interesting and your choices during your midday activities may have an effect on them. Three different [hidden] stats will keep track of your progress: Valor, Obedience, and Sinner. Eventually these will affect whether you are called to Paradise (at the moment only Sinner does).
- New [[Checkpoints|Checkpoints]] feature! Hopefully making a drastic improvement to QOL by adding a way to get from endings to earlier decisions. I was informed that once you hit an ending, it is extremely tedious to restart from the beginning and loading a save doesn't save your ending progress. Please report any bugs you encounter.
- Being stuck at the Zodiac stones for eternity added to Past Lives.
- All the Angelic Past Lives updated to have the same formatting as the Demonic Lives. The title of the ending is displayed at the top and the "game over" wording has been removed.
- Future Plans added.
- Added ending "Just a Footnote".
- Added "Long Live the Queen" to Unfinished Lives.
- Added "Star Mercs" to Unfinished Lives
- Moved some of Julia's Unfinished Lives to Past Lives. Although they don't end your story (since you can move on and become a different type of devil), they definitely aren't unfinished paths since you "failed" with Julia and are done with that questline.
''//Update 0.132 - 08 March 2021 - By Julia Gumshoe//''
- Fixed a critical bug where the game breaks if you input a custom name.
- Added Socials tab.
- Expanded "Unfinished Lives" descriptions.
''//Update 0.131 - 07 March 2021 - By Julia Gumshoe//''
- Minor writing edits and bugfixes.
- Added some more unfinished lives that I missed before.
''//Update 0.13 - 06 March 2021 - By Julia Gumshoe//''
- Updated the UI and base framework to Twine 2
- Integrated and slightly expanded the Elysium introduction rework
- Slightly modified angel paths to work with Elysium
- Some dead-ends disabled (they were unclickable anyway)
- Updated all Past Lives to the modern format
- Overall writing cleanup and bug fixes
- Added "Unfinished Lives" to aid completionists in finding unfinished paths that aren't tracked as endings.
[[Old Updates|OldVersion]]
<<back>>You subtly redirect one of the steam pipes that goes right above the lab and get back to work. That night you lithely slip from your home and through the corridors of the old subway system back to your workspace. When you reach the entrance to the steam pipes you slip in, wiggling your body through the pipe. It's a tight fit at times, but you make it.
By dropping in through the ceiling you bypass the guards outside and you easily locate Malone's secret plans and copy them exactly. You then sneak back to your room and study them in earnest.
You see quickly that Malone is educated, but not particularly gifted in how he is applying his power source. The complex electrical and extraterrestrial schematics can use a few subtle upgrades here and there.
It becomes your routine to sneak in at night and make your alterations without anyone noticing. You also learn where various supplies are hidden throughout the facility and appropriate when necessary. Rumors of a thief begin when the higher ups notice your pilferings, but nobody would think to look inside the system that only one man in the base truly understands, or so they think.
Your upgrades dramatically increase the power that the device is able to output and soon you find yourself needing to improve those parts of the machine as well.
One day you finally realize you've improved as much as you can without tipping your hat. Time to put phase two into motion.
[[Take Over Engineering|BioThiefEngineer]]+++++TOP SECRET+++++
Juggernaut Protocol 16. Not for dissemination to non-authorized personnel. Violators will be nominated for extinguishment.
//I'd be more effective if I had //
[[A) Lots of Guns|Jug2Guns]]
[[B) Control of the Elements |Jug2Ele]]
[[C) Mastery of my own Body |Jug2Monk]]
<<set $jug1 = "superman">><h1><center>Über Fräulein</center></h1>Fools. Did they really think you were setting this up for their benefit? So they could parade around and pat themselves on the back and delude themselves into thinking this farce was for the benefit of anyone but the elite? Laughable. Their incompetence shows you that you are the only elite here. You deserve to rule.
They die hard, but die they do. You isolate them and pick them off one by one, using an ambush and a knife to silence them without the noise of guns. Pain and betrayal burn in their eyes as they fall to the ground.
The next morning you have the people assembled for an announcement. When you take the stage alone there is obvious confusion.
You walk to the microphone in your new clothing, a dark grey military uniform reminiscent of the worst fascists of your old world. Your hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, your lips painted bright red, your eyes lined in black and your eyelashes thickened with mascara. You look severe, dominant, in charge.
You belittle the weakness that has led you to this point. You heap scorn on the timid that have held back the development of this complex. You reveal that you alone rule and dare anyone to question you. When nobody does you declare a new age.
You find life as the unquestioned dictator of this society to be quite enjoyable. Everything and everyone comes to you. You are the judge of your people, their heart and soul, their inspiration and their executioner.
There is unrest at first, but it is quickly and easily silenced. You set your people to rebuilding and retaking the surface. With your new emphasis on discipline and lack of tolerance for less than exceptional effort more progress is made in a month of your leadership than for years before it.
Your people emerge from the depths and reclaim the planet. Wearing thick protective clothes and heavy gasmasks to withstand the environment, you lay claim to the ruins and start fortifying, and arming, and training.
But a fascism cannot live without a war, so you provide one. Taking over controls of the Device that projects the shield that keeps the cosmic forces out, you cause it to flicker. You warn the people that the cosmic forces have found a way to penetrate the shield and that they must be ready. And then you let the shield down totally for just long enough for an attack to occur.
Your men and women perform exceptionally. The angels and devils, thinking you would be crawling in the rocks like worms aren't prepared for a professional army packing the consolidated firepower of a post-nuclear society. You send them screaming back to their false gods.
You fight in the front lines, and a propaganda artist captures a wonderful photo of you, resplendent in your tight uniform, shooting a devil right between his horns at point blank range with your sidearm as your heavy boot crushes the face of an angel.
When the dust clears your people have won, and you let the shield go back up. In this way, you keep your people on their toes and the cosmic powers in check.
You die in battle, when a lucky angel manages to take you out with a long range weapon. Statues and monuments are built in your honor, and the society free of gods and devils continues in your image, killing and maiming the servants of the cosmic beings at their leisure. They stay strong, disciplined, and united, all in the memory and the image of the woman who saved them from their own weakness.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingUberFraulein = "yes">>You learn a bit more about the Krutjan people and how they can change their mates, and indeed must to find any. It seems they are very small in number and the 'men' like Unklangor are all rather wealthy but lonely folks who meet in a pre-arranged spot once a year to encourage each other to keep trying. No wonder he was acting so aggressive in the pool hall, the deadline was nearly here and he was still alone.
You excuse yourself and walk over to Unklangor, newly bred instincts guiding your actions as you greet him with a kiss on the cheek and rubbing your hands over him, then hopping over his lap and bending over to show him your tail. Tails are apparently a defining feminine trait, which is why the others' are so decorated and displayed. Unklangors buddies make congratulatory noises for him as you put on this display and then slide into his lap.
"You're uh...you're acting different." Unklangor says, sounding a little surprised and holding you gently.
"I had a change of heart." You explain, feeling very relaxed and happy. "I do want to lay your eggs after all."
The other rock lizards who were all pretending not to listen now burst into applause and Unklangor hugs you tightly, almost sniffling a little. "I've been waiting so long for someone to say that." He says, almost crushing you in his bearhug.
You spend the rest of the party in your mate's lap, laughing as he tells the story of how you two met and how close he came to missing out entirely. When the other rock lizards learn of how recently you changed and how much of a tail you already have they congratulate Unklangor on how huge your tail is going to be. You laugh it off but can't help feel rather proud. Gradually the heavy intoxicants put you to sleep.
You wake up in Unklangor's ship, curled up in a nest of blankets completely naked. You stretch and notice your tail has grown a little. You smile at that, you will be nice and big for your mate. You find him reading in a lounge area. He has many servants who pilot the ship and take care of it for him. He's naked and you notice his sex organ is starting to regrow. You grin at that and cuddle up to him.
All thoughts of your mission are long forgotten.
[[The Life of an Egg Layer|EndingMotherLizard]]Annabelle is, predictably, not fired. She seems to enjoy her punishment spankings a little more than she should, and forcing all of the other girls to watch seems to have the opposite effect of what was intended.
Indeed the pretty maid is even more hungry to play with you and you certainly aren't in any mood to refuse. Unfortunately the two of you are caught in a rather compromising position involving a length of rope and a bullwhip by a paladin who was just coming for an armor polishing.
Before you know it you are being arrested for obscenity and dragged before a tribunal. A dry old man glares down at you from his pulpit and quickly makes you for a demon. One spell from him and you are knocked out in a flash of white light.
[[Wake Up|Subsucchains]] //Warning: Mild Torture//
[[Don't Wake Up|DevilPit]] //Skips Torture Scene//Julia's resistance to your charms is completely broken. No matter how perverse your encouragements, no matter how insane her desires, all are fulfilled.
Julia's magic takes on a decidedly kinky side as she becomes an expert at binding, blinding, and gagging you with ropes and clothing controlled by her spells. She loves leaving you dangling in the air all day while she does her work, and then coming home to let you loose and give you her commands.
You learn every inch of her body, you suck and lick and nibble it enough. She is a wonderful domme, caring for you tenderly while driving you mercilessly to constantly pleasure her. The days start to become a blur as you are are tied, restrained and deprived of your senses for indeterminate lengths of time between Julia letting you out to make use of you.
One day you feel compelled to break your ritual bondage long enough to talk to her. To your surprise she doesn't just laugh and tie you up again. She pulls you into a cuddly embrace and pets you as you talk.
You ask her what she is doing and she explains that she is setting up portals that will summon more devils to her side. She is carefully, systemically removing the holy wards on the Cathedral, and blaming any such sabotage that is caught on her political rivals. Several have been executed for heresy.
You get a little worried, you didn't think Julia had all this in her. You have truly created a monster. She sees your concern and pets you reassuringly, telling you that no matter how many devils she controls, you will always be her favorite. She plants a kiss on your nose and then with a snap of her fingers you are yanked up to the ceiling and tied to it tightly as your senses dull from a hood slipipng over your face.
The next time you are let out, Julia is grinning happily. For the first time since you can remember she summons clothing for you. You are dressed in a short black dress with short sleeves and a high collar, with a tight pencil style skirt down to your knees. Your feet are shod in nothing but delicate little slippers.
"What is the occassion?" You ask. When you turn to Julia you audibly gasp as you see red lightning flashing around her eyes.
"It's time." She says with a greedy grin.<<set $julia = "corruptloyal">>
[[The Battle for the Church of Truth|DevilGirlFight]]You decide it's do or die time. You'll either be stuck here doing the equivalent of rethreading abacuses for the rest of your life (which you assume will end naturally since the cosmic powers can't touch you here), or you go for broke and see what Malone really knows. It's risky, if you're wrong you'll be letting the cosmic forces in and you are sure neither the Maker nor the Adversary will go easy on this holdout planet. But it's the only way to know.
You rig a short fuse on a small pack of gunpowder and slip it into the device stealthily. A few seconds later it cracks sparks. You shriek and pretend to be surprised and run for a fire extinguisher. Malone stops you and yells something about carbon you can't quite gather. He rushes to the device but flinches away as a fire starts to spread. The other two techies stare on dumbly.
Malone gasps and rushes for the largest machine in the room, he rips the side panel off of it, and starts disassembling it. Wondering what the hell he is doing, your heart starts racing when he pulls out what looks like an ornate ivory tube. You just know this is what you've been looking for. He slides a parchment, yes, a parchment out of the end of it and unfurls it on top of the large device and quickly starts poring over it.
[[Help Malone Fix the Device|Fallouthelpmalonefix]]"I look like Angel Stripper Barbie." You say sarcastically, hoping the rapier wit of these words will drive home to Della how absurd what she's doing in.
"Well not *yet* you don't." Della grins. "But great idea!" Her hands wave again and the next thing you know you're "dressed."
Four inch clear platforms with a five inch heel on top of it now don your dainty little feet. You are wearing a tiny silver g-string that shimmers with diamonds, with short tassels hanging from it giving the illusion of the world's most revealing skirt. The sides of the g-string are pulled up your waist to your hips, creating a deep V-shape and pulling against your labia to display a prominent cameltoe. Your breasts are smooshed into a matching push-up bra top, glittering with diamonds. You see that your bellybutton now sports a large diamond ring in it and you feel similar jewelry in your ears and see it on your fingers. A thin belly chain shines around your waist, glancing in the mirror you see your face is heavily made up with glittery lipstick and eyeliner.
Meanwhile your skin has become a slightly unnatural shade, as if you were a light skinned girl that spent far too much time in a tanning bed.
"There's no doubt what your first assignment will be." Della gushes, obviously very proud of herself.
[[Awesome, just what I wanted!|BBstripper3]]
[[I didn't mean it in a good way!|StripperRefuse]]The spacecraft you were given to pilot to the Wheel barely makes it there. To help with the illusion that you were busted stealing your legion's arms the Glove decided to give your craft some authentic bullet holes. Unfortunately they shot a little too well and it's all you can do to not overshoot the Wheel by a great margin.
When you finally get into the gravity well you relax a little, then wince as you realize with the state the ship is in you'll never land this thing smoothly.
The Wheel extends below you, true to its name it is a donut shaped building that appears to float freely in the void of space. You aim as carefully as you can for a docking zone, and your spaceship clips the sides, flipping several times before landing upside down right in front of the shocked valet.
You kick open the door of the ship, allowing you to jump out, making sure the power cell you 'stole' is in your tuxedo's pocket and you brush yourself off. The power cell looks like an emerald about the size of your fist. It's legit, meaning it is one of the strongest energy sources in the universe, but it also hides a very powerful explosive, the detonator to which is hidden in your slick wristwatch.
You toss the keys to the valet. "Make sure it doesn't get scratched." You quip, and head into the casino.
[[Head for the Bar|SpaiS8]]"Grom." You call out, striding as gracefully as your swollen tummy allows towards a clear area near the bonfire. "Come to your Goddess."
The magnificent specimen of primitive manhood approaches. He is respectful, yet confident. He bows to you, but you can see a sense of deserving triumph in his eyes. "I am yours, my Goddess." He says. His renewed vow of loyalty spread murmurs through the crowd, they are impressed by his devotion to your power.
"I am giving you a great gift, Mountain King." You say with a smile, lifting a finger you beckon him to rise and come to sit on a rockpile near the bonfire. A wave of your hand and his loincloth is ripped away, exposing his massive manhood to the night air. <<if $stedtbonus eq "fertile">>The fertility magic in the smoke is having a profound effect on him, his balls are swollen and full ready to burst. He will give you many children, you are sure of it.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>His cock is already taking on a stone like appearance, forming craggy little lumps over the surface of it, you smile knowing that this is not going to go soft easily.<<endif>>
"You have earned the right to be the first who gives Cunda children." There is a roar of approval from the crowd. The Stedt couldn't be happier, the man they wish to follow is knocking up their goddess. All is right in their primitive world.
"I will not disappoint." He says with a jaggged grin. He stretches his arms out to the sides, letting you waddle over to him and spread your legs around his.
You stare into his eyes as you slowly lower yourself. Your massive stomach rubs against his check and abs as you do so. It's so very erogenous it makes you shudder with joy and your fat nipples area already hard by the time his <<if $stedtbonus eq "fertile">>throbbing<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>stony<<endif>> cock is touching your wet slit. It is a position that a mortal would woman likely find impossible to enjoy given the size of your stomach, but your magic makes it easy to balance and gives you full power to push off against him from whatever angle you wish.
"Do your duty men and women of Stedt. Breed me an army!" You command as your pussy squeezes around Grom's cock. Due to your innate nature it fits like a glove, sliding on easily and then tightening to just the right feeling for both you and him. You both let out a happy moan at how wonderful it feels. But that only satisfies you for a moment.
"Fuck me." You whisper in his ear. You don't have to tell him twice.
Powerful legs that lead to a muscular pelvis and midsection power the primitive man as he pushes up with his cock and deep into you. You moan with joy, wrapping your hands around his neck and head, and your smooth legs around his waist and holding on as he fucks you.
<<if $stedtbonus eq "fertile">>He is like a jackhammer, there is no stopping him as he pounds into your pussy from below, bouncing you energetically and setting your stomach to bouncing and your tits to jiggling with each powerful flexing of his muscles.
He is clearly enjoying the show that you are both putting on, smiling happily to himself as he grunts with exertion, sweat glistening on his strong face and beautiful muscles as he fucks you harder and harder. You barely hold on enough to keep up your commands to him as to make it seem as though you are in total control. As a lust demon though, his magically infused energy is really making you wet and your pussy is doing what a fertility goddess's pussy does, coaxing every drop of cum out of her man that it can.
It is not long at all before the first load explodes deep within you. You know innately that you will conceive children from this. You close your eyes and moan happily. The knowledge of conception adds an extra layer of joyfulness to the orgasm that rocks your curvaceous body, it is like nothing you have ever felt before, a feeling of divine purpose mixed with exual euphoria.
You are brought back, lazily and happily, to alertness by the feeling of Grom's lips on your nipple. He has latched on to your heaving, milk-filled bosom, and is drinking with great thirst.
You feel his cock, limp inside you, swelling up again, empowered by your milk. You are off balance from the joy of conceiving. If you let him fuck you again, he will be able to truly take charge.
[[And that's a bad thing why? Let him!|GromFuckHard]]
[[No thanks, time to get to work|CundaBirth]]<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>His earthy cock slowly grinds up into you. The little bumps and ridges on it are very pleasant. Very, very plesant indeed. As he enters you your magic alters him slightly, making sure those little bumps are perfectly sized and position to make you scream with joy every time his cock slowly pulls in or out or even moves inside of you.
"You have blessed me my goddess." Grom says, realizing what is happening. "Allow me to worship..." And with that he puts his powerful hands on either side of your stomach and carresses you.
You purr as pleasure spreads from your pregnant midsection like fireworks and joy shoots from your pussy, massaged so expertly by that rocky prick. You let loose of your grip on Grom's shoulders and let him hold you up by your stomach as you become all but putty in his hands.
This is how a goddess deserves to feel you think happily as your entire being becomes sexual joy. Grom fucks you very slowly, very methodically, and very well. You are both drenched in sweat not so much from the slow fucking but from the feelings it is giving you.
You start to orgasm very soon after the sex begins, but that doesn't slow anythign down at all. The load that shoots up into you is powerful and viable and you know it has made you conceive. This adds an additional lawyer of joy to your current feeling that is indescribably exqusite. The screams of joy you are producing have inspired the entire Stedt population to join you and Grom in an impromptu orgy. The joyful feminine screams you hear tell you that the other men's cocks have become just as lovely as Grom's.
Speaking of which, it stays hard after knocking you up. Grom doesn't slow down at all, he keeps fucking you. And fucking you. And fucking you. You couldn't gather the willpower to tell him to stop if you wanted to, and you most certainly don't. He does not cum again, apparently the stony nature of his new cock is slow to make more of his children, but his thick hard cock fucks you slowly and deliberately until the sun is coming up.
[[Wow...|CundaBirth]]<<endif>>
<<set $cundababy = "grom">>
<<set $power += 1>>With a melodramatic sigh you start counting to sixty in your head, alternating between hippopotamus and Mississippi to keep yourself entertained.
On seventeen-hippopotamus you suddenly realize that the brute's hands are slidng down from your boobs. You ack! in protest but before you can stop him he's bending you over and his impressively large cock is positioning to slide into you!
[[How dare he sully my form! Burn everything!!!|PyraBurnRock]]
[[I mean...let's just see how this plays out, no need to rush to oooooh that feels nice|PyraLetRockFuck]]"One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand." You drone on obnoxiously. The gropings get more and more insistent until finally the man snaps.
"Agh! Hate numbers! Too big! Bad imp!" He suddenly is sitting down on a nearby rock and you're bent over his knee. "Bad! Bad! Count these!"
He starts spanking you viciously, his strong hand slapping your entire ass cheeks and then in the middle, stinging, spanking, it's...
[[Rather yummy actually shhhhh|Pyralikesspanking]]
[[Terrible! Burn everything!!!|PyraBurnRock]]//Four Months Later//
"Yes, Yes Your Eminence I see!" You gasp as his jeweled fingers caress your ass. You are dressed as the virgin mother a character from an old scripture that His Eminence greatly enjoys, the eternally pure maiden that all women are encouraged to resemble.
It's all a metaphor though, he explains, she isn't truly meant to be a virgin. The holiest man of the One True Church had invited you to his private chambers to discuss a fine point of the scripture. His eyes never left your form as you walked in front of him.
He proceeded to make several lengthy arguments, some of them more fiery than others, while you ruminated on the meaning of it all. You became very close with the scripture, in fact your body was laid down across it and roughly shoved into it, and you are sure this made His Eminence even more eager to show you his love.
He tells you that you are indeed the most blessed of women. He absolves the sins you have just committed, and many that you will commit in the future. And his eyes narrow as he pledges to excommunicate the jealous Archbishop that introduced the two of you.
You smile happily, chaos is well sown, and that is all well and good, as long as they are fighting over you.
[[Be the Center of Attention|SlaveGoddess1]]<h1><center>Tangled Web</center></h1>The high priestess is having an annoying day. Not only did her assassins fail to kill the adventurers seeking the Thunder King's crown, but there are rumblings of dissent from every quarter. Very few believe that her predecessor, that bitch Shri'drinn Helviduis, is actually dead. They are plotting against her and waiting for her return. It will be a hard few months until they accept the reality of the situation.
She sits in the high priestess's throne, alone with her favorite handmaiden. A girl with a very skilled tongue and hands who she is about to make put to use to ease her stress when the entrance curtain waves as footsteps approach.
"I said no visitors, get out of here you...no..." The priestess's voice dies in her throat as you enter in the curvaceous dark form of Shri'drinn Helviduis. This body and mind are extremely powerful in dark magics, combined with the light based powers your former body had you doubt any magic user in this city could challenge you. So, even though this body is freshly emerged from the void and naked, you are not afraid as you step towards her, long pure white hair swaying behind you.
"W..welcome..." the high priestess drops to her knees and looks set to beg for mercy. "I.." She never gets the sentence out. Her handmaiden has crept up from behind and cut through her throat with one quick movement and a very sharp knife. The killer stands and regards you warily.
"I understand if you wish me dead too Mistress." The extremely beautiful handmaiden says evenly. "But know that I never had the power to stop her plottings." You don't entirely believe her, in fact you don't believe her at all, but you'd rather have a cunning wench who knows who the head bitch in charge is at your side than a coward or a fool.
You stride over to her. She stands her ground, not out of defiance but because she knows there is no point in running. You regard her for a moment, and then wrap her in your arms and kiss her deeply. She is shocked, and then relieved. The knife falls to the ground and she starts to return your kiss and embrace, showing you just how talented her tongue and hands are.
You have to sit down. You slide down onto the throne as your new slave drops to her knees in front of you and starts lapping at your ebony pussy.
You happily moan as you realize that this body will live for a thousand years, and you will enjoy every day of it.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingTangledWeb = "yes">>Dresses, dresses, skirts, nighties, geez, doesn't this woman ever wear anything that isn't easy access? You flip through it and finally, in the very back spot a pair of rough looking trousers.
"Finally!" You say, taking the hanger off.
You were expecting magic, but nothing happens. You shrug and pull them up and try to cinch the waist. It doesn't really work with your skinny midsection. Aha! A leather belt hanging in the closet right where the pants were. You grab it.
And then it animates. The belt moves on its own, rapidly slithering out of your hands and doubling itself over to spank you roughly. You squeal and try to guard yourself but this just results in your pants dropping down. You waddle over to the bed shrieking as the belt keeps walloping you over and over.
"Having trouble?" The mirror asks, amused.
"Make it stop!" You shriek.
"No can do princess. It may wear itself out eventually. Kinda doubt it though."
You fall to the bed and try to roll up to protect yourself. Unfortunately as you do that the belt wraps itself around your ankles and wrists and latches itself tight, effectively hog-tying you.
You struggle, throwing yourself off the bed and rolling around on the floor, but it's no good. As soon as you hit the closet it seems like the entire wardrobe comes crashing down on you. The dresses, skirts, lingerie and accessories all join the belt in tying you up. By the time they are done you are so trussed up you couldn't move in a million years.
"Well. That's the price for being boring." The mirror says.
A few days later Malleguarde returns and finds you, still tied up in her clothes. She laughs and dispatches of you with a flick of her wrists.
You return to the pit, once again a blob of a lemure, once again screaming at your appearance. But this time you can't find a cave. You can't find any way out! You are killed and revived and killed again and it never ends. You are eternally screaming at your ugliness.
Do you ever get it over it and try something else?
[[Yes. Fuck Everything that Moves.|Lust]]
[[Yes. Kill All the Things!|Wrath]]
[[Screw it, Give up|EndingSloth]]<h1><center>Lizard Girl</center></h1>You tell the casino attendants that you need to get back to Paradise. Trading the power cell that's still hidden in your room more than answers their questions and you find yourself back in the land of the angels before you know it, staying only long enough to find out what happened.
Unklangor and his crew fought a bloody fight with the greater devil. Two of the Krutjan died and two more were seriously injured, but Seven's luck was restored to him. He was so grateful that he made Unklangor and his crew permanent VIP members, and from what you hear it sounds like Wendy and her new mate enjoyed the accommodations immensely. Seven was only working with the devil because she had managed to steal his luck and with it restored he is no longer a threat to join with the devils, his neutrality maintained.
There is no doubt that Lur'grish's cock is knocking you up. Four days later when you arrive in Paradise it is still aggressively pumping into you and your belly is not simply sloppily distended from his cum, but hard and filled with at least one gigantic egg.
This makes it slightly awkward when you report to your superiors, to say the least.
Agent Selite, your commanding officer, can't disguise his disdain when you report that you succeeded on your mission, but did so wearing a dress and turned into a sissified lizardman that appears about nine months pregnant.
"Well congratulations on that I suppose." He says.
"Right, so get this thing out of me and undo this and let's get on to the next mission." You say.
"Right, well, that uh, that can't happen." He says, smirking more than a little. "You see whatever that first cock did to you, it's made you into a breeding creature. And this second one is actually causing you to breed. So there is life growing inside you. By the Maker's laws it must be preserved at all costs."
"So I..."
"Yes you'll be taken away to lay that egg."
"But after that I ..."
"Well no. You see this remarkable thing inside of you, we must keep it alive as well. And as long as we do, it will apparently keep planting eggs in you. So we'll just have to wait that out."
"But that could be..."
"Forever? Yes it probably will from what we can tell." Selite says, twirling his hat on the end of his cane. As he finishes speaking two rather rough looking angels wearing labcoats enter the room.
"It's all yours." Selite says, referencing you with a disinterested wave of his hand. The two angels grab you and pull you away despite your struggles.
You aren't quite placed in an oubliette, but it isn't much less of a prison. An observation room with glass walls in one of the Seraph Army's science labs has been fitted out into a bit of swamp room that you are unceremoniously dumped into. It isn't very big and they don't give you any clothes but at least you find the climate comfortable. You are monitored 24/7 and given nourishment engineered to keep both you and the parasitic cock inside of your ass alive and operational.
As the egg gets bigger and bigger inside you, you start to hear them talk about how they'll have to remove it surgically so that the cock in your ass keeps knocking you up. You wake up one day after an unannounced surgery to find your cock gone and replaced with a lovely little egg laying slit. They've also given you a rather large set of breasts, apparently just so that you're hotter for them to look at. With your angelic lifespan and modified biology, there is no realistic end in sight for you.
The eggs you lay are kept in a nest with you. After a few weeks they hatch and your offspring are taken and raised as saurian gladiators and shock troops. They are a significant boon to the Maker's military efforts.
As time passes your keepers let you out from time to time as long as you 'play nice' which of course means doing sexual favors for them. You're so lonely by this time that you eagerly agree to it, and you relax into a routine of laying eggs and being used as an exotic fuck for the seraphs. This is your fate.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingLizardGirl = "yes">>You don't care to be subtle about this, these creatures are insects and you are disgusted that anything once human has become a cannibal. You aren't going to waste bullets though. You heft a thick length of industrial steel in one hand and bash it against a rusted i-beam, drawing the attention of the ghouls like ringing a dinner chime.
"Come and get it uglies," You call, taunting them. There are only a half dozen of them and when you paste the first one with a baseball bat swing of your pipe the rest of them look much less secure. You take their indecision as the chance to crush the skull of another and trip up a third. While you are beating him to death the other three scatter. You pick one off with a well aimed shot from your rifle, but the other two get away. You hope they starve.
"That was incredible!" The newcomer gushes as you escort her into the entrance and through the decontamination gas.
[[Meet the Girl|BENewbie]]Your warriors charge across the clearing. <<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>They keep their ranks close and hold thier gleaming metal weapons high.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>The earth trembles under their heavy tread as the gathered Marku gasp at the appearance of stone-blessed warriors on the edge of their camp.<<endif>>
You watch eagerly as the battle commences, and grin viciously as the tide turns quickly in favor of your warriors. <<if $cundababy eq "grom">>Your minotaur son especially is hitting the enemy ranks like a wrecking ball, scattering several men at once with one swing of his gigantic axe. You see his cock is rock hard under his skimpy loincloth and you get the sense he's going to be using it on whatever is closest as soon as the battle is over. Yup, he's your kid all right.<<endif>><<if $cundababy eq "rock">>Things seemed to be stalled when the Marku shamans started to cast spells, but Rock, mounted on your lizard-son is single handedly massacring them. He dropped from behind out of the trees and your lizard-son closed the distance so quickly they did not have time to react before he started to slice them to ribbons. You smile proudly at that.<<endif<<<<if $cundababy eq "shaman">>Your gigantic elemental son leads the charge, and takes the brunt of the Marku defensive efforts. As he is nearly invincible, this works out well for your warriors. The elemental rips apart tends and crushes warriors under his rocky feet left and right as your side claims victory.<<endif>> <<if $cundababy eq "all">>Although several of your demonic offspring die in this assault, you have so many it hardly matters. Through sheer numbers they overwhelm the Marku before your mortal followers can really even engage them.<<endif>>
[[Victory is yours.|SM10]]"Right away!" The geek stammers and starts to punch in commands.
You feel the light scanning you over and over creating a hologram of your body, which then expands out of you. You see muscles bulging from your arms, legs, and midsection. Your tiny little cock is barely visible through the hologram of the monster that is projected over it.
Then you let out a girlish grunt of discomfort as needles jam into your body at six inch intervals from all sides. As the chemicals pour into you you hear klaxons blaring from various consoles that the geeks rush back and forth between like nervous little birds. You grit your teeth and clench your jaw as your body bulges.
For several minutes your muscles expand until they encompass the projected hologram. Electrical currents flow through your body to check your nerves and your brain is briefly overwhelmed with training programs that teach you to move in your new body.
"Oh yes...." You moan in a much deeper voice as the shocks and programs subside. You flex your muscles and the bindings around your arms snap. A deep echoing laugh emerges from you as you realize how strong you are now. You feel like you could lift this entire room, run through the wall, kill every soldier in this base and .... and that's //without// your power armor.
You mentally command it to cover you again. It still hugs your body tightly, and still forms a pair of stilleto heels on your boots, but the body it displays is very different, still feminine in proportions but bulging with muscles and a large package between the legs. Your face is far from ugly, but nowhere near as soft. There is a rather savage toughness to it. Likewise your hair has shortened to a pixie-cut type length and turned golden-red, like your fiery red hair was mixed with blonde in the process. You pull the mask down around your face, covering your body entirely.
<<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Your run through a weapons check. Everything is still there, and your larger frame can support even bigger cannons. The suit starts recalibrating them. The sheer caliber of the weapons you can rock now makes you hard.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>You order the armor to check the effect of your new body on your elemental powers. More support is needed for your air based lifters, but your larger frame can support a bigger blowback and your damaging attacks can hit much harder now.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>You mentally command your suit to test the augments it's made to your reflexes and control. A quick recalibration and the suit is caught up, you can move just as quickly and just as gracefully as before, without sacrificing an ounce of your new power.<<endif>> An almost feral grin spreads back from your lips. You //need// to fight something.
"It's going berserk!!" One of the lab geeks screams as the ratings on his screen go off the charts. "Shut it down! Emergency override."
"I've been trying, it's not working!!" Another geek screams forlornly. You turn and see that he's holding a remote control and frantically jamming the button. Your suit informs you this should be shutting down your powerarmor. Apparently overlaying another boost over the girly one short circuited something. The suit displays a target indicator on your HUD, obviously recommending that you destroy the remote.
"Way ahead of you." You mutter to nobody that has hears.
<<if $jug2 eq "guns">>You lift your arm and as you do so a gigantic energy cannon forms over it. The lab geek has time to open his mouth but not quite scream as you vaporize the remote and the geek at the same time, and half the lab with it. Your hard on is practically about to burst now.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>You smile as you summon your suit's power. Blue flame turns to white and back to orange as it bursts from your chest and incinerates the remote. And the lab geek. And the half of the lab it was in. Ash is all that's left. Your hard on feels like it's about to break through your armor.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>You slam your armored fist into the ground sending a shockwave at the little thing that violated you so. He's completely unable to compensate for it and is sent up in the air several feet, as the equipment behind him is rocked by the wave it sparks and starts smoking before it bursts into flames. In the same moment you dash forward, moving faster than the eye could see you open one hand. When you reach the plummeting little geek your hand crushes around his midsection, grinding the remote to powder, along with all of his vital organs. Your heart races with joy as you feel your immense strength and coordination. Your cock is practically ready to burst. His remains splatter to the ground around you.<<endif>>
[[Take Revenge on the Surviving Geeks|juggshemalerapeparty]] //Warning, this will get brutal!//
[[Get out of here|juggshemaleescape]]"I am <<print $dname>>," you announce.
"Sounds sexy." One minion says, smiling at you.
"Eh, I dunno." The other shrugs.
You glare in that general direction. "Just watch." You say, "I'm going to go be a god and/or goddess! We'll see who is sexy then!" You dive into the portal.
It seems this sexy young body has come with a mind that is immature, irresponsible, reckless, and forgetful. Oooh this will be fun.
[[PyraPortal]]"No way." You say. "I'm not doing that. Give me a different assignment."
Stone seems a bit taken aback by your refusal to accept this orders but after a few seconds he shrugs and says. "Look, honestly, it's that suit. It freaks me out. If you could handle being in a more human shape I'd have less of a problem here."
"I didn't ask for this suit." You point out. "I just took the one the lab geeks gave me."
"What?" Stone says. "They said you insisted...those fucking creeps." He shakes his head. "Fine, I'll arrange it so you can get back in the Titan armor, and then we can get to work."
It takes many long hours of waiting and arguing but at the end of if you go back into the lab and emerge wearing a ten foot tall suit of power armor that is much more humanoid in shape, much to the joy of Captain Stone.
[[Get your first job|SuperTitan]]"Well, I guess it's just you and me then." You say sliding up to her. There's something about being alone in a huge laboratory with a hot lab assistant while you're in a bathrobe that's just sort of awesome.
"Oh, yes sir I suppose it is." She smiles at you nervously, playing with her hair in an absolutely adorable way. "I um, sir I didn't know you were arriving today I'll get this all done I..."
"Oh don't worry about that." You take her hand in yours and give it a reassuring rub as you bring it your lips and kiss it. "Why don't we get to know each other?"
"Oh." She blushes and smiles bright enough to light up the room. "I'm Hillary." She says dipping in a slight curtsy-like gesture.
"I'm." You pause. What is your name? One jumps to your mind. "Joe." You say simply.
"Just Joe?" She asks. You nod. Why waste time with long names? "Well ok Joe." She smiles and brushes her hair back nervously. "What would you like to do first?"
[[Get things set up, I'm going to get comfy|ClockerStart]]"Then have my lips the sin that they have took." You say loud and clear, startling both of them. You make sure to put a bit of a tipsy sway in your walk as you wave to them.
They seem surprised to see you, but not at all threatened in that strange communal style that generates itself between people at similar levels of intoxication. The man doesn't skip a beat as he extends his arms to you and you take them and tuck your legs up as he pulls you up onto the stage.
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again!" He says to you, holding you close and moving in for a kiss. You can't think of how to stop him and don't resist as he wraps his arms around you tightly and kisses you deeply.
Your eyes flutter open and you have a hard time saying the next line with the disdain that is meant for it. "You kiss by the book."
"Excuse me." The girl says, obviously upset that you've taken the kiss meant for her. "Does your mother know you're up past your bedtime?" She glares at the male thespian. You are indeed about ten years younger than either of them.
"Oh did I interrupt your acting party?" You say brightly, oblivious to criticism as all young and rich girls are. "I got so lost trying to make it home from Rick's tavern I don't know where George and Vanessa and Ryan got and I saw the light on in here and then when you were doing my favorite play I...I'm sorry I just had to!" There is no sympathy whatsoever on the woman's face, so you turn back to the man, still in his arms, who looks like he would forgive you for poking his eye out.
"It's all right kitten." He says, letting you go. "We're hoping this run of the play has better luck than last time."
"Last time?" You say, feigning ignorance, then act as though the memory has suddenly come to you. "Oh you mean that poor girl don't you?" You aren't much faking when you put on a look of sorrow for her.
"Yes, poor Ashley." The man says, glancing down.
"I'm so glad they caught that guy that did it!" You say brightly, hoping to trigger a reaction. Indeed the man scoffs. "What?" You ask.
"That bum didn't kill anybody." He shakes his head. "He was around here all the time begging for scraps. He even helped us out from time to time. Or he did. He refused to come in here though, hadn't come near the theater for months when Ashley died."
"Why wouldn't he come here?" You ask wide-eyed. "It's so pretty!"
"Well. We uh, asked him to move some stage pieces around one night. He was the only one in here. We found him passed out when we came in the next morning. He said it was the ghosts."
"Probably the booze more like." The woman scoffs.
"Maybe. But he didn't tend to work if he had booze." The man shrugs, not convinced either way it would seem. "But that wasn't the only thing that ever happened. There's a reason we have the ghost light up now."
"What do you mean?" You ask, looking wide eyed.
"Well. When Ashley was playing Juliet sometimes I swear I'd see someone moving around up in the rafters." The man says with a deadly serious voice. "And she always said she felt like someone was watching her. Even when she was alone."
A chill runs up your spine. You'd like to say you don't believe in hauntings but being an angel yourself you know better than to doubt. You're about to ask another question when the ghost light suddenly flickers out.
"Let's get outta here!" The woman says frantically. You don't have to be told twice. The three of you rush for an exit and make it out. Once out you pretend to catch sight of "George" and rush after him, getting away from the couple.
[[Head back to the Office|GumshoeOffice]]
<<set $stagevisit = "yes">>
<<set $visits = $visits +1>>You open the door. You see a completely transparent receptionist's desk in the middle of a well lit room that is open to the sunny skies of paradise just like the reception area was.
You maneuver your ponderous curves into the chair behind the desk and sigh in relief as you can finally relax. There is nothing on the desk at all. There is a door in front of you and one behind you. The door behind you has a large platinum name plate on it that proclaims one of the executive's offices is in that room. You can only assume that the other door is where any visitors you are to interact with will come in.
Nobody ever comes in the outer door. You are not summoned into the executive's door either. You spend a very long time sitting there sucking on your lollipop (which never seems to go away) and looking very, very pregnant.
Suddenly a buzzer sounds from the executive's door. You are being summoned. Yes, the pregnant chick in the seven inch heels has to go to the man in the comfortable suit. Nice place...
[[Try to Resist this Embarrassing Job Assignment|EndingESextoy]]You hang back, systematically exterminating the planetary defenses before advancing. As expected, when you finally arrive there is heavy resistance.
The rabble of the planet are armed with primitive automatic weapons. They do not do much damage, but the rabble are so numerous that they can stand toe to toe in a battle of attrition, if it were not for your air superiority, which forces you to level many dense population centers with firebombs.
The capital city, to the extent that you can tell it apart from the urban landscape of the rest of the planet, is a different story. They have the best weapons and high motivated soldiers. The anti-air defenses are too powerful and you are forced to assault the city in a ground attack.
As your soldiers attempt to breach the walls of the city a surprise is waiting for you. A device the locals you've caught tell you is called the Imperator emerges from the city center. It is a war walker, a gigantic machine nearly two hundred feet tall. It packs almost as much firepower as your entire army and it doesn't hesitate to unleash it. You take heavy casualties from the initial assault and are forced to withdraw.
Although it is an immensely powerful weapon, you know this is the best the planet has to offer and destroying it will destroy the morale of the capital defenders. Through a series of complicated feints you are able to coax the Imperator out from behind the city walls. You lead the assault on it yourself, following a wave of suicide aircraft that knock holes in the hull of the war walker.
You lead the shock troops that flow into that breach. You slaughter the pilots and mechanics of the great machine wherever you find them. Every corner you turn there are heavily armed humans waiting with powerful weapons. Every tunnel you step down you take heavy damage. You have your revenge over and over but your wounds are too great.
When you reach the main controls you can barely stand. The admiral who is at the helm attempts to bargain with you, but your ears are ringing and filled with your own blood. You barely have the strength to rip him in half. As you do his last surviving lackey hits a large golden button. And the entire machine detonates around you.
You are certain you will awake in the pit, but you hang on to your current form. The moles dig you out of the wreckage of the machine. They buzz in their odd voices about "fixing you." You see them taking human medics from the planet at rifle point and demanding that they "fix you." Their holy magics of course do nothing for your wounds. Just as you are about to slip away another group of humans is brought over. You blink, they are wearing the same markings as the mechanics in the Imperator. "Fix him." The moles command. The mechanics set to work as you pass out.
When you open your eyes again you think you are hallucinating at first. A heads up display is analyzing everything you see. You hold up one of your claws to see it is completely mechanical now. Your heads up display informs you that over half of your body could only be preserved by wiring you with advanced cyber-electronics.
You are now a cyborg demon. You grin a steely grin as the laser sighting in your electronic eye flashes red. The way you see it, your killing power has just increased exponentially.
You stand, nodding in thanks to the moles who were obviously a bit worried about what you might think of the new you. You walk to the balcony of the building you are in, obviously the capital palace. You see a square filled with captured human slaves. All of their forges, devices, and resources are yours now. Success.
You do not have to order anyone to make contact with Zajj, your newly integrated circuits can do it for you.
[[Contact Zajj|Warlord]]
<<set $conquest = "cyborg">><<silently>><<set $malcauldron = "done">><<endsilently>>You approach the cauldron. You see what is bubbling inside of it is a thick, greenish substance that smells like sugar and onions mixed with something toxic.
You aren't drinking this. You aren't an idiot.
<<if $malbed eq "notdone">>[[Lie in the Bed|MalleBed]]<<endif>>
<<if $malvanity eq "notdone">>[[Sit at the Vanity Table|MalleVanity]]<<endif>>
<<if $malcloset eq "notdone">>[[Look Through the Closet|MalleCloset]]<<endif>>
<<if $malcauldron eq "notdone">>[[Sample the Cauldron|MalleCauldron]]<<endif>>
[[Walk Out the Door|MalleDoor]]The Bishop of Marks is a dry old man. As Julia said, he doesn't question your being assigned to him and sets you to work. At first you think perhaps she had the wrong idea, the man exhibits no sexual interest in anything no matter how obviously you bend over in front of him. You decide to stick it out though.
He is stern, strict, and rather harsh in his discipline. If it wasn't for the fact that he was so eager to spank your ass with his bare hands every time you put a candle in the wrong place you'd think maybe Julia was wrong about him even liking boys at all.
Finally though, you catch on to how his mind works. He won't do anything to you if he thinks you're a pure soul trying his hardest. But when you get in trouble intentionally, that's when the lectures become venomous and he really lets you have it with his hands, a holy book, and his leather belt as he rants about how a body like yours has been sent to tempt the holy and must be handled appropriately. Of course, he never suggests that you stop wearing skin tight pants or an ass lifting codpiece-thong, you notice with a smirk.
One day, he gives up on the pretense of spanking and simply fondles your ass as punishment and makes you sit in his lap. He uses the concept of anal sex as a threat, telling you that it will come next if you do not repent your wicked ways. You aren't worried. The old man doesn't sport much of a hardon and even if he gave you all he had it wouldn't hurt much.
[[Get Surprised|AltarBoyButtSex]]<<set $seraph = "hammer">>You pick up the hammer and grin as you feel its weight. Oh this is going to be quite satisfying. You stride towards the creatures and lift the monstrous maul ready to bring it down. Which you do. Crushing one easily. You laugh as you hear its bones crack and see the pathetic look in its monstrous eyes as it dies. A battle cry erupts from you as you swing your hammer again and again, turning the red devils into what looks like unappealing pasta sauce.
"Well that was e.." You start to pose heroically as you turn back to Robinson. "RUN!!!" You scream at him as you see a horde of monstrous beasts charging at him from behind.
You scramble after him and make it back up to an observation deck. "Well, let's see how you did." Robinson says.
[[Results!|Seraph2]]<center><h1>//Death is Just the Beginning//</h1></center>
You didn't have time to panic when you realized you were dying. A hand came over your eyes from behind, a knife came across your throat. You didn't have the voice to scream as the blood gargled in your throat. You slumped down, your killer lowered your body. You got a brief look at a face. And then your eyes closed.
You weren't ready for it. Your soul leaves your body and your memories of your life fade quickly. Who you were, why anyone would have wanted to kill you, your killer's face, it all seems irrelevant as you are free of your mortal burden.
But you've never been the type to go quietly, and your soul does not accept this state of peace. This much is clear to the guardians of the afterlife who take notice of your soul. You have no eyes to see them or skin to feel them with but you can sense them watching you nonetheless and you know that your soul is agitated. Restless. A problem.
If there was a judgment you aren't able to perceive it, but you understand that your environment has changed and you feel yourself plummeting, although directions are meaningless in this limbo. Although there are no vectors, you sense a destination and you know without knowing that this destination is Oblivion.
Instinctively, you know that that Oblivion is the end. If you enter Oblivion your soul will cease to exist. You will never know why you died, never remember who you were, never put things right or get revenge. Never find whatever it was you were looking for that led you into that room ... unless you fight. You have nothing but your will, but that's always been one of your strongest weapons, and you fight hard. Willpower couldn't stop the knife across your throat or your blood from leaving your body, but it can stop your soul from reaching Oblivion. Your struggles are rewarded as the plummeting feeling ceases and suddenly your senses are improved and you can take in the new cosmos around you.
The universe it turns out is indeed infinite. From your point of view as a newly dead soul you can sense it all. At the very highest heights a white, glowing realm exists. At the very lowest depths a fiery realm. Between them spin a numberless amount of planets and stars, including the one that you so recently were an inhabitant of.
You can sense that your arrival has not gone unnoticed. Two entities have approached you. They are struggling over you, but not in a physical fight. It is something of a contest of philosophy. Both of them are projecting a universe where you belong with them. One is a bright, warm, force, but stern and orderly, the other is dark, constantly changing, but moves freely and seems to be enjoying itself much more.
You sense an even conflict. You sense this choice might be yours. You see an opening. Do you take it?
[[You belong with the Light |Angel]]
[[You belong with the Darkness |Devil]]
[[Wait And See|Limbo]]Checking in is automatic here. You did it when you crossed the borders and entered the pocket dimension. You'll have a very nice room waiting for you whenever you choose to go there. But first, a drink.
There are at least a dozen bars inside the casino, but you know the one you want to head to. Misty's, the bar of choice for smugglers and ne'er do wells. It's in what is considered the southern part of the casino, although since gravity and direction are all relative here that designation may or may not be correct at any given time.
But such metaphysical issues do not concern you, thank the Maker. You're here to look dangerous. Which you succeed in doing wonderfully. The gilled minotaur who appears to be on bouncer duty looks you over once and steps aside to let you in.
The inside is dark and vaguely lit by neon blue butterflies that flit about the place. They're robotic and all but indestructible. They're also very expensive as those that manage to break them quickly find out. The bar itself is very sleek and futuristic in style.
Misty is working here herself tonight. She's a friend to the Glove, but then again Misty is a friend to most people. She gets her name from the fact that her body is made of water vapor. How she ended up like that or what she started as she certainly isn't saying.
You approach the bar. "I'll have a Prosciutto Melon."
"Right away." She says with a busy smile. The drink is this week's code to let her know you're with the Glove. She carves a few cantaloupe balls and slices the ham into the honeydew infused grappa and slides it to you. "I'll charge your room." She says.
"Thank you darling," you say with a predatory grin suitable for your cover. How you'd prey on a girl that's mostly intangible you can't quite figure out, but gotta keep up appearances. "Anything interesting here this evening?"
"Well." Misty says leaning in. "There's a lovely thing on the far end of the bar that's been nursing her Blood Nectar for about an hour now. There's also a thug shooting pool in the other room that's doing a very bad job pretending not to be a black market dealer."
You glance down the bar. The girl sitting there is wearing a very short gold dress that glitters as the neon blue butterflies pass her by. In the dim light you can see she has short horns growing from her forehead and that her skin is a dark red. A tail grows from her backside, coming out a hole in her dress and wrapping around her stool, it must be nearly as long as her legs. She is idly stirring her bloody drink and looking rather lonely and distressed. As you're pondering what to do you hear a disturbance from the pool room. Misty draws your attention back with a clearing of her throat. "Do you want to go handle that or am I calling my bouncer?"
[[I'll Handle it (Head into the Pool Room)|SpaiPool]]
[[Let the Minotaur deal with the thug, I've got a demon babe to hit on!|SpaiFlirt]]Glancing out the window you see the busy city streets rapidly vanishing below you as you fly to the middle of the city. A single tall building made of pure white marble, so pale it nearly blends into the backdrop of the sky, rises above you. The carriage drops onto a balcony about halfway up the structure.
The coachman comes to the side and opens the door, offering you and Lydia a hand out that you take without thinking.
"Welcome to the Minaret, Miss." He says with a friendly voice, squeezing your hand in a manner that is probably meant to be reassuring.
The balcony itself is large enough to be a living room and is covered with a pleasant red and gold patterned rug that feels soft under your feet. The railing is the same white marble as the rest of the building, white marble potted plants are abundant here as well. An open archway leads inside the tower.
Two women are walking out of said archway onto the balcony from the interior of the tower. They are both wearing loose white robes with golden linings, both robes include tight hoods that cover their heads leaving their faces and hands visible. They both appear to be bronze skinned and of average proportions.
"Welcome Sister," one says, pulling you in for a hug and kissing the air next to both of your cheeks. The other does the same. "Come inside come inside..."
Lydia puts a reassuring arm on your shoulder. "They'll get you situated. Come and see me if you need anything." She smiles warmly at you and turns to walk off.
[[Into the Tower|Herald2]]You smile at the boy. He smiles back at you nervously and busies himself with the cow in front of him. You watch his strong hands tugging at the teats and can't help but wish they were yours. You moan pathetically trying to get his attention but he keeps his head down. His dad must have warned him to stay away from wizard's requests.<<if $sucbody eq "sexygirl">>
Still, he can't stop stealing glances at your amazing body and spectacular features. You tease him just a little, licking your lips and moaning softly, squeezing your legs together as best you can and jiggling your milky chest at him. Finally you hear him swear in defeat and start to stand up and undo his pants.<<endif>>
Before anything can happen, the scene fades around you after some time and you find yourself back in your chamber. Julia is there now. <<if $sucbody eq "sexygirl">>She seems rather amused by the show you put on.<<endif>>
[[Get the Results|MilkResults]]On the other side you smell a sharp odor of brimstone. For a moment you think that you've fallen into a deeper hell, but then you realize the smell came with you. You wince as the pain in your crotch is still quite a concern, but manage to look around.
You are sitting in the middle of what has to be a summoning circle. Three concentric glowing white circles form around a pentagram that you are seated in the middle of, each layer contains many arcane runes in complex patterns. Whoever drew this is a pro.
"Oh you poor thing." A sympathetic, feminine voice speaks as the smoke around you fades. You look up for your speaker.
She stands on the balcony that overlooks the amphitheater like room the summoning circle has been drawn in. The floor and walls are a smooth limestone, although the circle itself is white marble. High above you gothic style arches and stained glass windows seem to suggest this building is some sort of cathedral.
The woman who spoke is wearing a rather comfortable looking white robe, tied snugly around her waist. The sleeves come three quarters of the way down her arms leaving her hands free, one of them holds a short golden wand tipped with a ruby. A pair of thick-rimmed glasses sits on her pretty face, her curly brown hair back in a simple ponytail. She has an average build and unremarkable curves, but a kind intelligence is behind her eyes. She appears to be in her early thirties, assuming she's human.
"If I help you with your injuries will you return my good manners?" She asks, looking you right in the eyes. Seeing no reason to refuse, you nod.
"Good." She speaks a few words and one by one a half dozen of the runes around you blink out. You find that you were under a compulsion to not stand or move, which you didn't realize was gone until it left you. "You'll have to exit the circle yourself." She says.
You wince as you get to your feet. You hand a hand over your crotch to dull the pain. The blood still seeping from it sizzles and vanishes like oil on a hot skillet as it touches the marble below you.
It is very painful, but you make it to the edge. When you do the see the woman has come down a set of stairs and meets you there on the edge. Face to face you see you are a good six inches taller than her.
"Put your hands out to your side, and remain still." She says. Feeling dizzy, you obey. She points her wand at your crotch and speaks a few musical sounding words. You feel an immense sense of relief as the pain subsides and your skin heals over. There is no definition there, no sign that you once had either gender's genitalia.
"It's just a simple healing spell, regrowing your ah...female parts will be a trickier endeavor." She says, sounding a bit regretful. You don't have the energy or nerve to correct her.
"So then. You must be wondering where you are." She says primly. "I know where you came from, exactly where in fact, although I don't know what that place is. My name is Julia De'Mornay." Julia? That seems awfully mundane considering the circumstances. "I am an Archmage of the Seventh Rank, I currently hold the Office of Bishop of Circles for the One True Church of the Maker in the great City of Lux, which is where you find yourself."
"I am studying demons. I have learned a great deal. One improvement I have found to our usual summoning spells is to avoid summoning a particular being. I find this tends to lead to surly demons and resentful thralls at best. Curiously, I have found that opening a portal at a random location inside the Pit often produces a rather docile creature. It seems those that jump into strange portals are usually looking for a better option."
"Which brings us to you my dear." She glances you up and down. "Your soul seems young for a demon. So you were either fleeing something greater, or have been sent by a greater demon to spy on or assassinate me."
"I...I'm not going to hurt you." You say quickly.
"I know." She says simply. "If you had been lying about returning my kindness the third circle would have incinerated you." It appears this woman is not to be trifled with. "So then." She continues. "The question of the moment, what to do with you. I can offer you asylum here with me, but you will have to agree to let me perform certain magical experiments on you, and do as I say. Or, I can toss you back where you came from."
Going back to the devil on the throne is NOT an option. You think about what to do...
[[Agree to her terms|sucfunlux]]
[[Attempt to escape the Cathedral|EndingSlaveintheAgeofEnlightenment]]<<set $succrotch = "blank">>"Kneel." You say. It is an ultimatum. You can sense that the nature of this creature is to attempt to fast talk its way out of deadly situations, but your imposing presence makes it clear that is not an option.
There is no pride in this monster. He drops to his kneels instantly. "Yes my master." He whispers. "I, Krultor, swear loyalty to you eternally."
That was far too easy. This thing will betray you the moment it has a better offer. You can tell that easily. But for now he'll do. As if sensing that you consider him expendable the skeletal demon panics.
"Master I will take you to my lair, you will see the tribute I have gathered for you." Krultor offers.
[[Well, that's more like it.|WrathLair]]<center><h1>Serpent Lord</h1></center>You extend your claw to Zajj and help him to his feet. His mystics will be able to restore him, now that you've decided to give them the chance.
The two of you march together into the capital city, accepting the surrender of the remaining humans. Your devils build a new palace for you as Zajj's moles wipe out the pockets of resistance on the planet.
Zajj remains true to his vow and serves you loyally in the days to come. The two of you consolidate power and rebuild your fleet, ruling over the two human worlds with an iron fist. You also establish mining colonies on the otherwise uninhabitable planets of this system and transport humans from both worlds to work there as slaves.
Your war machine is fully operational, able to fend off the constant attempts by the Maker's forces to retake this system. Over time the people of the formerly faithful world start to come to believe that your consumption of their guardian spirit makes you their new protector and they become extremely loyal. Magic and surgery become popular as they turn themselves into snake like men and women to show their devotion.
The people of the forge world remain stubbornly resistant, and rebellions are common. Between that and the constant attacks from the Maker's angels you find yourself always busy. But it is a life you enjoy, a life where you are the unquestioned king of the solar system, the most feared being on several planets, and worshipped by millions.
It is a good life.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingSerpentLord = "yes">>The fire rekindles itself around you and you spread your wings to their full, glorious extent, taking up the entire length of the room as they do so.
"What...what the fuck..." The young man stares at you with wide, terrified eyes. He scrambles to his feet from the chair he was sitting in, not reaching for his gun at all.
"Judgment has come for you." You then speak the name of the boy. You step towards him, powerful in your movements. "Repent."
The young man is stammering as he drops to his knees. He begins to babble prayers for forgiveness. His aura changes somewhat. Has he truly reformed? It's impossible for you to tell. But he is decidedly afraid of you.
[[Let's Make Sure He Doesn't Forget I'm Watching|Mercy1Tat]]
[[Let's Make Sure He Knows He is Forgiven|Mercyb2]]As you walk back through the house you are conscious of how your newly shaped body is moving. Your walk has changed, your widened hips moving your steps a bit inwards and your elbows have turned slightly leaving your hands further out as you move. You can fill your hips swinging and your boobs moving a bit more than you'd like them to as you take the long walk through the house.
You come to your sister's room, a popular song is playing on her CD player. You knock and she calls for you to come in. You're a bit nervous at what her reaction will be to your made up face.
"Oh my god you look beautiful." She says, running to your side and inspecting you up close. Just as your movements have become more feminine, hers are decidedly masculine now. She moves with the easy grace of one who isn't worried about anything jiggling up top and doesn't much care about the shaking down below. She's wearing a button up shirt, which is only about half buttoned, and a loose pair of jeans and you're pretty sure boxers underneath. It all looks familiar. "Wow, you're prettier than I ever was." She says, with more than a little jealousy. That makes you smile.
"So uh what'd you wanna talk about?" You ask.
"Two things, first your name." You gulp, prepared for something awful. "Bambi."
"WHAT?!?" You almost scream. "Absolutely not! No way!"
April is laughing madly. "Holy cow calm down I just wanted to see your reaction." She grins.
"Oh you jerk." You walk to her bed and grab her pillow and smack her with it. She doesn't seem to mind. "Did you really think of one?"
"Mmm hmmm." She nods. "Jasmine."
You were ready to object but you roll the name around in your head for a minute. "A disney princess name, lovely." You say, but your tone makes it clear you aren't that mad.
"So it comes with a built in halloween costume. It's like a bonus." April says smiling at you.
"Oh please." You roll your eyes. "How unoriginal would that be?" You pause thinking about it. "It is a pretty name though. I think I'll keep it."
"Good girl." April says, giving you an approving ass smack.
"Ugh what is with you and my ass." You complains as she slaps your ass for the second time today, and it isn't even 10 am yet.
"It's really spankable. Get used to it Jasmine, it's going to get squeezed a lot here. You may as well accept that."
You smile, feeling complimented, even though a small part of you is a bit disturbed. "Gee thanks." You say. "What was the other thing?"
"Oh, I wanted to give you this." She walks to her bed and picks up a laundry basket. You look inside and see quite a lot of lingerie, feminine style tank tops, camis, and a few rather short skirts and shorts. "It's some stuff mom got me for the new town's style but uh, obviously I'm not gonna be needing it. You might though."
"April I..." The idea of wearing your sister's hands me down is a bit wrong to you. But it's also touching she would think of it.
"Oh don't worry, I uh, think you'll fit the bras as at least for now...probably not much longer if you keep growing though. I gotta admit I'm kind of jealous." She says, flopping down on her bed as you take the laundry basket. "I really was looking forward to being all playboy bunny."
You mistake her tone for some worry about the process and try to comfort her. You set the basket down and sit next to her on the bed, rubbing her shoulder. "Hey, maybe we can find a way to reverse it or..."
"Reverse it?!?" April looks horrified. "Hell no. Hell fuck no. Having a cock is awesome. Being a dude is awesome. Fucking mom is awesome. Fucking you is going to be incredible. Oh man I bet you'll give awesome blowjobs, don't worry I'll tell you how." She grins at you.
You jerk you hand away. "I am not giving you blowjobs." You say adamantly.
"You say that now." April says, shifting to rest against the headboard, she picks up a baseball and starts tossing it up and catching it idly. "But you won't hold out that long. Besides, once you have a pussy I'll be fucking it so good you'll suck my cock to say thanks. Just like in porn!"
"April!!!" You practically stamp your foot as you stand up, hands on your hips without realizing it. "You have became a complete jackass." You fume. "But..thanks for the clothes. I guess. Jackass." You pout furiously as you stalk out of the room.
"Wear the schoolgirl skirt today!" April calls out after you, laughing. "Oh and thanks for the clothes too!"
That's where her outfit looks familiar from! When you get back to your room you confirm that she's taken pretty much all of your masculine clothes. Her 'gift' wasn't so much a donation as a trade. You shake your head and start sorting your new goodies.
[[The week goes by...|GemM16]]"<<print $dname>>," You announce.
"<<print $dname>>." Your minions respond. "<<print $dname>>" they repeat, getting used to the sound of it. They smile at each other. "We love it Mistress. Your name shall ring from the heavens!"
"Yes, yes of course it will." You say with satisfaction.
[[Bring your Blessings to the Stedt|Cunda]]
[[Have Fun with your Minions First!|CundaFun]]You walk over to the boy and kneel beside him. You see that he has difficulty staring into your milky eyes at first, but then he is able to make eye contact and you sense that you have changed to allow that to happen.
"Wh...what are you doing here?" He stammers, his courage returning a bit as you appear more friendly. He reaches half-heartedly for his shotgun. You reach out and tap his elbow and his hand instantly returns to his lap.
"I have come to help you." You say simply, tucking your legs off to one side so that you can sit on the floor with him in your short dress. "Your soul cries out in pain."
"Bullshit." The kid says staring at you. He doesn't seem so much to be questioning what you've said, but the form of the person it is coming from. "What the fuck am I on?" He waves a hand in front of his face as if attempting to see tracers to tell if he is on acid.
"Shit. Gotta let Jake know this stuff makes you see hot angel chicks..." The boy grins as he ogles your bare leg shamelessly.
[[Well...I suppose flaunting this body is one way to get his attention...|Mercy1Done]]
[[Laugh it Off and Talk to Him|Mercyb3]]"Pretty and sweet." Regina says as she walks to the edge of the tub and perches on it, her white robe flowing around her gracefully as she does. You think you hear a rattling noise as she gets comfortable, but shake it off, it's probably nothing.
She reaches out and runs her hands through your hair and moves your face about to admire it. "You did turn out wonderful. The Sultan should at least give us the time of day this time."
"The Sultan?" You ask, puzzled.
"Oh yes, he is the key to your first mission."
[[Tell me More...|Herald6]]Screw these people. You've got a nice, healthy teenage body that you don't have to take care of because you'll be pulled out soon anyway right? All you have to do is keep dressing like a cheap date, go on a few of them, tease them along, and you'll be out of here in no time. How motivated could these people really be anyway? They aren't pulling themselves out of this squalor. This type never does.
So you drink, and smoke, and eat, and have about a fifty/fifty success rate in avoiding getting molested by your fat drunken slob of a daddy as you live rent free in his trailer.
You get larger, but who cares? You're still the hottest thing in this trailer park. Galaxy Trailer Park, it has to be some sort of cosmic joke. Most of these mongrels will never even see the other half of town let alone the galaxy.
The months go by, drunkenly they blur into years and one day you find yourself going all the way with one of your dates. You're shocked to find yourself pregnant a few months later and, find yourself sitting in your daddy's trailer thinking about his marriage proposal. You've gotta get pulled out of here any day now? I mean, c'mon this redneck put mudflaps on his truck and lifted it just for you, what more could the Maker want?
And then, finally, you are contacted. As you sit there watching cartoons on TV the TV gets static-y and you see Gloria staring back at you. She hasn't aged a bit, of course, angels don't.
"Pamela." She says somewhat coolly. "We need to talk. You're not actually pregnant, but your body will mimic it up to the point of delivery, which will of course fail. Angels cannot reproduce. However, rather than motivate the men of the area to improve themselves, you've taught them that they can get you anytime they want without improving themselves at all. This is a very poor performance." She seems rather disappointed.
"But" She says cheerfully, "it's not entirely unexpected that you screw up your first assignment. So, if you're willing to do penance, we can give you a second chance."
"Penance?" You say, shocked, taking a sip of Budweiser and a drag of your cigarette.
"Yes Pamela, penance." Gloria says. "You shouldn't drink or smoke while pregnant by the way." She rubs her forehead as if amazed at how bad you are at this.
"Penance." She says, forcing cheerfulness again. "If you accept that man's marriage proposal and faithfully serve him as his wife, despite the fact that you can't give him children, we'll give you another shot at this. Your service is over either when he leaves you for good or dies. What do you say?"
"What's the alternative?" You ask nervously.
"Well, we send you back to Mercy training. Usually washouts from this assignment end up as Dolls. You might be good at that," she says cheerfully, "You just have to entertain the male angels. You'll get a perfect body for it, you just have to let them do whatever they want with you. Sort of like you're doing now, just, you know, as what you're supposed to be doing." She says a bit testily.
[[Oh no I'm not going to be a hobag forever, I'll do this right!|TrailerMarriage]]
[[Sure sure...(try to make him leave you all you possibly can)|EndingGotGTP]]The eyes of the men drop to your child as he lays draped over your shoulders. You see where their attention is and run a hand along his serpentine body, petting him softly. He lifts his head and nuzzles your cheek softly before he floats off of you and makes his way around the room.
You walk towards the table and stand at the head of it as your son returns to you, wrapping around you again.
"Goddess..." The bearded man gasps, eyes wide. "It is the legend."
"Impossible." The clean shaven man stammers, standing tall until the bearded man grabs him and pulls him down. "Impossible." He mutters again, more in shock than defiance.
"Oh I am very possible I assure you." You say, running a hand affectionately over their heads and smiling down at them. "And you are wise to kneel to me. I have come to lead your people to greatness."
"Thank you." The bearded man says, kissing your feet in awe. "Thank you great goddess."
You glance at your feathered son and smile at him. The spirit of the lake gave you more of a blessing than you realized. A plumed serpent of sorts. An easy shortcut to recognition. You plant a kiss on your son's snake nose to say thank you as he licks your face.
"Now." You say, settling yourself into a carved wooden throne. "Bring me your followers and they may greet me and know me. And then go forth and gather your people. We have a nation of heretics to covert."
Knowing that you refer to the Anwar makes the robed man gasp and the bearded man cheer.
Over the course of the next few days that leaders, influential hunters, warriors, shamans, and elders of the two strong tribes and their underlings come in to the great tent to kiss your feet and pledge loyalty to you.
You spend the spring months traveling through the jungles, gathering the Marku to your banner. They come willingly.
[[Gather to Fight the Anwar|SMA1]]
<<set $power += 1>>The swirling starts to glitter until you can't see a thing and you sense gravity fading until you are floating in swirling, glittery, nothing. At that moment the swirls reverse and the glitter dulls and gravity resumes its tug on you and you find yourself now standing in the living room what appears to be a typical suburban American house. There is a TV blaring something you don't recognize as a rather unmotivated middle aged white woman appears to be pretending to read. Or maybe she's pretending to cook. Who knows, she is doing something in the kitchen. You see a staircase leading up. As you glance at it you sense Della appearing next to you.
"This is your first test it would appear." It seems she understands the test although she does not control it. "There is a young one upstairs who is contemplating something horrible. Go, and show that one the light. This one cannot sense you." She says shaking her head at the older woman sadly.
[[Head on up|Mercy11]]The shadow is humanoid, thickly built, and as it shifts again and you see the low light shine on it you see it is very male. Hulking muscles cover his pale white skin, scars and a patchwork of bone and rock cover his flesh in a form of impromptu armor, jaggged, half-broken teeth fill his maw and his thick black hair hangs down in heavy dreads around his craggy face. A large bone and rock club is held easily in one hand. He's a sentry. Stationed at the cave mouth. You must not be the first hellspawn to crawl out of here.
He stands nearly a half foot taller than you and despite your massive stomach he is much larger than you. His shoulders are wider, he bulges with muscles and he has a larger frame than you.
His nostrils flare slightly and he grunts in a mix of confusion and caution as he eyes your glorious curves.
[[Be seductive|CundaSeduce]]
[[Be commanding|CundaCommand]]"I'm taking a new job." He says with his usual straightforward delivery. He takes a sip of water. "We'll be moving."
You and your sister groan in unison. It's obvious mom was ready for this talk and gives you the glare she always does when you groan in protest. "But..." you begin.
"Don't whine." Your mother says admonishingly. "Me and your father have discussed it. The money is" she pauses, "well it's incredible compared to what we'd have now, the schools there are very highly rated, and when we visited last week the community really won us over." You and your sister share a look. Your parents hadn't told you they were doing that, it was just a run of the mill 'business trip' that neither of you asked about. You grump and angrily twirl your spaghetti.
The rest of the conversation is the usual patronizing schpiel about how they wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't in your best interests, blah, blah. You only glance up when your dad starts talking about the community there.
"The other thing about Rosestead is, well uh, it's a bit of a different attitude there." He glances at your mother, as if needing encouragement. "They're a lot more liberal."
You blink at that. Your dad is the poster child of standing up for everything that is traditionally 'liberal.' He recycles, complains about military spending, goes on and on about social equality and the necessity of a public welfare system. And yet...when he said liberal he didn't sound happy. He sounded apprehensive. You glance to your mother. She's always been your father's opposite. She believes in being prepared for war, letting people sink or swim on their own and the government staying out of everyone's business no matter how prejudiced and horrible they are. She has the same look on her face as your dad. You glance at your sister. She's noticed what you have. Interesting...
"How?" You ask.
"Well uh, I mean that is..." Your dad adjusts his glasses. "Sexually." He pauses and takes a breath. "They're uh, well, you remember when we learned about Brazil? Carnivale? It's uh, it's a bit like that except, not quite the same level of showmanship and it's uh, it's constant."
"So like, people have sex in public or something?" April seems to be trying hard not to burst into laughter as she asks.
"Just about..." your mother says. "There's something in the water there. No, I mean literally, there's a chemical treatment in the water. It makes everyone very ..."
"Enhanced." Your father finished her sentence. "And as a result there's a constant uh ..."
"Stress." Your mother finishes his sentence. "It's very healthy otherwise though."
"Yes, absolutely." Your dad says eagerly. "This little town has some of the lowest heart disease and cancer rates in the world. They've shared the basics with me, part of my new job you see, and well, it's incredible. It really is. Came from a plant they found in the Amazon decades ago, I bet. I can't believe the whole world doesn't use the process." He shrugs. "Well, then again maybe I can. It is just typical of some of the puritanical crap they buy in Washington to sacrifice health just because of a few rare effects and sex urges."
Your mother jumps in. "But we trust both of you to make the right decisions, we don't think it will be a huge concern. Me and your father have talked and decided that whatever happens, the most important thing is that we stay together as a family. We'll love you. No matter what."
You glance at your sister again. All of this is very ominous. No matter what? What's the worst that could happen?
[[Find Out|Gemini3]]You approach the symbol of the cupbearer and it comes to life as you move towards it. You feel yourself falling to it at a very accelerated pace and when you touch it you find yourself in another body in another world.
You know at once that you are Prince Devin of Harisburg, a condescending snob who believes in trampling all others to get what he deserves in life. You were born fabulously wealthy and have never worked a day in your life. You insult and ridicule everyone about you as the only way you know to spend your time. You make the poor humiliate themselves for a few measly coins and have even forced rich nobles who come to you for aid to similarly debase themselves. You are universally reviled and the only person you kiss up to is your older brother, Prince Arthur.
Today is the day that Arthur will become King. You have been invited along with all other nobility to come pledge your loyalty to him. It is a simple ceremony where you drop to your knees pledge on your estate and life to serve any task he may have of you and then are rewarded with bushels of gold and new titles. Or at least that's what you expect...
You glance at yourself in the mirror one last time before you get in the carriage to present yourself at his palace. You are a man of just below average height, a slender build, no visible muscles, and long curly blonde hair. You are wearing a very expensive outfit with jeweled rings and necklaces and a proud crown to display your royal blood. Your clothing is entirely fine white fur with blood red trim.
[[Time to Reap my Just Rewards!|Aquarius2]] @@color:red;Warning!@@ //If you proceed you will experience a linear tale of forced transformation, lactation, and extreme humiliation! Proceed at your own risk!//
[[I Don't Want to be This Asshole, Get me Back to Limbo!|Zodiac]]Your mother launches herself into the home schooling project, and you and April are quite compliant. None of you want to be sitting around being home schooled any longer than you have to. You and April both want to get into the local high school and start making friends before the summer. You both miss being popular.
The first month go by quickly. A routine settles in. Your dad leaves first thing in the morning, before you wake up most days. He gets back really late, after you've gone to bed most days too. You hardly see him anymore, but when you do he seems pretty happy.
You and your sister meet your mom at 10am to start home schooling classes. One of the many big rooms in the house has been converted to a classroom, complete with a full bookshelf, big dry erase board, and two high school style desks. You and your sister sit in them while your mom sits behind the teacher desk. The classes really aren't lectures, more conversations. With only two students its not like you can slack off.
While you're mostly wearing comfortable sweat pants and a hoodie jacket, your mom has informed you that as the changes take place she'll expect you both to start dressing like the locals. That means much more skin for the girls, which you tease your sister about as required by brother code. In fact the few times you guys have gone out you have marveled at how attractive all of the locals seem to be. The guys are mostly beefcakes, the girls are mostly model-worthy beautfiul. After seeing that, you both complain less about waiting for the changes. You're hoping you aren't the ugly ducklings.
But the water is changing you, you can feel it. You are never sick. You never have a headache. You are always full of energy. You take to eating a lot more than you used to, food which your mother is happily preparing in the giant kitchen, and then take to soaking in your private tub afterwards.
You and your sister are sharing notes about your changes. Both of you are feeling the same way - wonderful. Even mentally you seem to be sharper, although the distractions are definitely there.
Your cock feels sensitive and engaged almost constantly, and the previously taboo subject of incest is very much at the forefront of your mind. Your sister and mother are both positively glowing from the treatment in the water, and their happy attitudes and healthy skin and bodies have your cock constantly solid and distracted.
You can tell your sister is feelin the same. Your hands linger on each other when you touch. You hug more than you used to just as an excuse to be close. When you come to see her in her room or she comes into hers you pull each other down to sit on the same chair or bed together, all but dry humping. The other day you two kissed. Not like family. Well, not like family up til now.
That appears though to be only the first phase of the changes. As you lie in the tub one night, running your hands over your sensitive skin you realize...
[[That your muscles are expanding like you're on steroids|GemY1]]
[[That you are growing breasts|GemY2]]"You...you are no mere hellspawn." The angel gasps. "What are you?"
You smile down at the poor thing. "I am <<print $dname>>." You say simply. "Salvation of this land, and bringer of your demise."
"More will come." The angel gasps. "This isn't over."
"Oh I think it is." You say grimly. "It's taken me half a year to march on your city. In all that time your Maker never sent you any help. Something tells me it was your job to convince him this place was worth fighting for. Something tells me you won't be back. Especially once I break your doorway." You nod up to the crystal at the top of the ziggurat.
A faint glimmer of defiance still shines in the angel's eyes. Time to finish it.
[[Rape him|Ccaf]]
[[Rape and feminize him|Ccarf]]
[[Kill him|Ccak]]The hulking beastman, half-man, half-bull is the symbol you are drawn to. You can almost smell the thick musk of his fur as you draw closer to him. You are sucked into the symbol almost instantly and find yourself in another body.
You are indeed a minotaur, eight feet tall with arms the size of tires and legs like tree trunks. Your broad snout sniffs at the air around you and smells the flora and fauna of a grassy, mountainous terrain.
There are small, friendly clouds in the sky and the trees sprout in thickets spaced randomly throughout the rocky ground. You are carrying a very large axe and you appear to have a number of colorful gems in a pouch at your belt. You are happy to see your cock is absurdly large, and your balls are the size of large melons. A sniff at it tells you that your cum is narcotic and anything other than a minotaur will really, really, enjoy ingesting it.
Speaking of which...[[a traveler appears|Taurus2]]You can no longer sense Julia. Wherever she has sent you is far away from her, and her spells on you are all broken. On the one hand, your full demonic power has returned to you, like water suddenly flowing down a river after a dam has burst. On the other hand, you feel lonely without her magical chains, you had grown accustomed to them.
Standing to your hooved feet you take in your new environment. You are the middle of an old pine forest, the coniferous trees tower all around you some sixty to a hundred feet tall, forming a ceiling above you that makes the forest feel a bit like a building with a tall roof. More than enough light is let in that you can see around you.
There is no sign of civilization, and you do not sense any celestial beings nearby. Julia has sent you to a thick old forest somewhere on her world. It can't be all that far from her Cathedral, you reason, as her spell was quick and simple, but still it is far enough that you are effectively in the middle of nowhere.
Your breasts could really use a milking. You lift your hands to them but find that that particular part of Julia's spell is still tied to you, as it was part of the spell that gave you this body in the first place. You sigh. You'll have to figure this out soon.
Glancing around you see that the forest gradually changes as you look different directions. You surmise that heading one direction will eventually take you out of the forest, and the other will take you deeper into it.
[[Head for the Edge of the Woods|CowGoddessPlains]]
[[Head into the Thicker, Older Forest|CowGoddessForest]]
//Unfinished Path - Julia: Cow Goddess//
//Unfortunately this Julia path is unfinished. Julia's content is quite complex with many different permutations.//
<<remember $UFPJuliaCowGoddess = "yes">>You remember your time serving as a Doll, you remember how men like this just want to hear what they want to hear and don't care so much if it's true or not. You relax your stance and arch your back slightly, laughing in almost a nervous little giggle.
"Oh c'mon boss, you know we wouldn't do that." You say disarmingly. You turn to the techies who are still staring dumbly. "Hey boys, why don't you guys go get the boss some water. Maybe some snacks too, he's been through a lot. Go on." You wave at them and they leave the room.
"Silly things." You say sweetly and turn back to Malone. "Sit down boss," you lift his hand with yours so he feels like he is in control and lead him to a chair. "Go on, relax." You stand behind him and start kneading your hands into his shoulders. "There, relax, you're sooooo tense."
As he closes his eyes and sighs happily yours wander over to the plans. You take them in in more detail. And you see why Malone's device has so many problems. He isn't following the scheme at all. It's meant to concentrate the Fade energy into a small device that triggers unleashing it all at once, rather than projecting it and diffusing it into a shield around a planet. You smile as you realize he's turned a bomb into a force field. A postmodern sword to plowshare.
He moves a little so you turn back from the plans and focus more on making him happy. It isn't hard, he's so pent up from all his hard work that he is putty in your cute little hands.
[[Make sure he doesn't suspect you|falloutmalonehappybeginning]]"Alan!" You yell. "We have to get going we'll miss the bus!"
It's your first day of school. You're going to catch the last month of the spring semester, your parents have decided the two of you are ready. You are immaculately groomed, a short sleeved white blouse and little pleated black skirt with opagque tights and shiny black mary janes giving you a sexy look that you hope everyone will appreciate.
Alan comes bounding down the steps. He looks like he just rolled out of bed. You shake your head as you resentfully think he probably just did. He looks great though. The two of you slip your arms around each other as you head out the door.
Your dad said goodbye to you this morning, sharing a long sweet kiss with you and promising to give you more lessons when he has a chance. He's teaching you how to really please a man, and Alan is very much enjoying being your practice partner. You said goodbye to your mom already, she's already gone back to bed. She enjoys sleeping in these days, it keeps her fresh for when everyone gets home. She's the most glamorous housewife on the block, and you hope someday you grow into your curves the way she has. Not that you mind your current body. Even with the extreme bodies in this little town, you know you'll be one of the most stacked and bootylicious girls in the school. You wonder if Alan will be jealous of all the attention you'll get, or if he'll be too distracted chasing new conquests of his own.
Sometimes you think back to when you could just roll out of bed in the morning, spent all day lounging around, and still get told what a good boy you were, but if you had the chance now you'd never go back. You have a power that you couldn't even dream of before, and when someone compliments you you know you earned it.
And the best part is, you're still you. You're still the friendly, smart, helpful person you've always been. Just in a much prettier package. And from a much better off family than before. You can't even imagine how far you can go with all the advantages you have now.
As Jasmine's bright thought of the future flood her mind, you feel yourself slipping out of it.
[[Back to the Stars|Zodiac]]
//This was basically fanfiction set in the universe of "The Masculine Mystique" by barabbas. I'm pretty sure if you're playing this you've already seen that, but just in case -> [[http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=82]] go play it, you will not regret it.//Your heightened libidos have things getting hotter and heavier as the wine makes you happier and easier. Your brother is whispering dirty words to you an you are giggling madly as his hands caress you. He moves to flip you off of him, you can tell he intends to fuck you on the couch.
"No." You say firmly, stopping him with the slightest touch. You can see him looking crestfallen, almost destroyed as he thinks you're saying no to sex with him. "Like this." You smile, moving your legs to straddle him. You pull your dress up so it bunches around your waist, reavling your generous ass in the sexy panties your mom gave you earlier. You kiss him as you hear your parents making very approving comments.
He reaches down and undoes his pants, wiggling down just enough, and then pulls your panties aside, just enough. You are wet, ready, waiting and you lower yourself right onto his lovely cock.
It's everything you were expecting the past few weeks. You let out a momentary sigh of joy as you feel, just for a moment, complete with his cock deep in you. You purr a happy whine as you swivel your hips and get used to the feel of it.
"Oh my god." He moans, amazed at the way you are moving. He's totally yours.
You grin at him, feeling very much in charge as you lift your hips and then lower them, move them about just a bit, getting into a comfort zone as you start to ride that cock.
"She's a natrual..." Your dad says, sounding impressed. "Reminds me of someone..." And then him and your mom are kissing passionately, but you're far too distracted by the lovely meat stuffing your pussy to pay attention to them.
You have limitless energy. You don't get tired, exhausted, or even sore as you ride him faster and harder. He's panting, gasping, telling you how incredible you are. You know. You ride him until he's screaming and making that hilarious face guys make when they're cumming. You don't feel much of anything inside of you as he does, but are joyed that he stays hard. Hard enough for you to ride yourself to a wonderful orgasm that has you drooling and your eyes fluttering as you collapse on top of him.
"Mmmmmmf." You mutter happily as your eyes flicker open. "Now who's reserved?" You smile at your brother and kiss him again.
The rest of the night is a blur of sex and first times. You do indeed give Alan your first blowjob, and he praises your skills as your parents helpfully tease you with advice. Your father decides he wants to have one too, and your mother encourages you to switch places with her, cuddling up to your brother while you go to work on your dad. He's thicker and you feel like your lips are being stretched out almost painfully as you take him in. He gives very detailed instructions that you try to follow. He's not quite as appreciative as your brother, you get the feeling he's had more good blowjobs in his life. Maybe some day you'll make him scream like your brother does with your mouth on his cock.
You and your mother get some time together too, stripping down to your lingerie and slowly getting each other naked and making out. You put on a show for your boys, being a bit more theatrical than you would be if it was just the two of you alone. You hear them whispering as you finger your mother and she fingers you while the two of you are on your knees on the couch face to face. Then the two of them come behind you, your father behind you and your brother behind your mom and your hands are taken away from each other's pussies to be replaced with cocks. Your father fucks you as your brother fucks your mom, you keep kissing her and the two of you rub each other's clits gently while your men squeeze your breasts. It's a wonderful, wonderful, night.
[[A few weeks later...|GemM111]]You relish the power you gain as you slaughter everything you meet. They are not your foes. Not your enemies. They simply are. And therefore you must destroy them.
This is true power. This is exultation. This is the path to your destiny. You kill. And you kill. And you kill. Flesh is ripped to shreds in your hands, hands which now have grown hard and support long sharp nails of bronze. Skulls are crushed under your feet. Muscular red feet that end in prehensile talons. Battlecries bellow from your throat, passing a maw of ripping fangs set below merciless eyes and sharp horns.
You have become a devil in every sense of the word, living for the kill. You feel invincible in the Pit. And at that point it becomes unfulfilling.
Time passes, the creatures you crush are beneath you. You feel the urge to exit this place. Spreading powerful bat-like wings you take flight and fly to the highest point you can find and take in the land around you. And then you glance up and see that there are still higher mountains to climb.
Below you see recruiters scouring the Pit. You've been able to see them for some time now. They are beckoning the stronger souls to join them, to serve their masters. All of the devils have many of them scouring this place for the dregs that show potential. But that is not for you. You are your own master.
Flapping your powerful wings you fly up to explore the higher plateaus. You have your own ticket out of here. Paid for in crushed and pitiful lemures. The higher levels are where true power lies, you can sense that. Above where the pathetic creatures of the lowest Pit can even perceive, that is where you will make your legacy.
But what name will the cosmos know to fear when you are spoken of? What shall you be called?
<<textbox "$wname" "Fury" "Wrath3" autofocus>>
[[Is my name|Wrath3]]You flap your powerful wings and they jet you forwards. You shoot up and through the sky until you can see a large expansive plateau. You land on it, exhausted momentarily from your long flight.
The landscape is not much different, other than the lack of lemures crawling everywhere, but you can tell from the smell and the sense of magic in the air that you are in a very different part of hell. Things are more orderly here. You can sense great powers in the distance, the rulers of this place. But here, here appears to be a bit of a no man's land. So far.
"Ah, you've returned!" A voice that is somehow squeaky and gravelly at the same time says happily. You turn and see a skeletal demon in a ragged black robe. It's eyes pop in its bony sockets as it sees you. This must be one of the lesser demons who had sent recruiters into the Pit. He was hoping for a loyal soul. He was obviously not expecting something as strong as you to emerge, and to emerge free at that.
You can smell the fear on it. You have a split second to decide what to do before it runs.
[[Looks like I have my First Minion|WrathKneel]]
[[Just Another Victim for me to Kill|WrathKillSkeletonD]]"Yes." You say primly, taking a pad of paper out of your purse and a pencil you start to pretend to take notes.
"Now I've read through your file and I see you confessed to murder. Now, I gotta tell you, as a lawyer I have to say that's probably a poor move."
"I know!" Joe sobs, head in his hands. "My last lawyer said they'd go easy on me but it just led to a death sentence!"
"Sounds like a crummy lawyer." You think, wondering if he wasn't in on some sort of setup. "I'll need to talk to him, what was his name?"
"Uh, Glass, uhhh Steve Glass I think." Joe says. "He only came to see me that one time and he talked me into signing that confession. Shouldn'ta done it..." He mutters, shaking his head in his hands.
"Well don't worry." You say, you'd put a hand on his arm but you can't touch him. "I'll get you out of this mess."
"How?" Joe asks.
Hmmm. Good question.
[[I'll Crack the Books and Get you Out Legally!|AdvocateStart]]
[[I'll Go See Who was Paying off your Crooked Lawyer|GumshoeLawyer]]<h1><center>Starspawn</center></h1>You fall to your knees, or what should pass for them. There is so much about the universe you took for granted before this. So much you wish you could think about again. Even with all of your power you were just a bug. A bug on the surface on a small rock, a small speck in the big picture.
For a thought cannot help but worm its way into your malformed brain. Even now, aware of the Pit and dimly conceiving there must be a Heaven above you that the Light represented, aware that there are multiple worlds governed by these forces...you can't help but wonder. Are you just another speck on another rock now? What is beyond these worlds now? What bigger is lurking out there, beyond what the angels and devils can comprehend?
You stare at the sky. You spend a length of time you could not begin to guess at staring. It is a long, cold, infinite, suffocating darkness. Stars twinkle it in sometimes. The stars have the answer. You watch them. You open yourself to them. You listen to the call from Beyond.
And one day you hear it. You tremble at the thought of opening yourself up to the message. What could a speck unto a speck like you have to offer a being so powerful it can call from beyond the stars that shine on the Pit of hell? Is there any hope in this?
You answer the call. And you change. Large moth and yet bird like wings sprout from your back, tentacle like feelers stretch from around your mouth and your body becomes squat and batrachian. You take flight above the Pit, through the many layers of the Hells and into the stars. You fly to where you are called, the mortals who are summoning your masters will have you instead. As long as the lost souls call to dark cyclopean masters you will answer, and you will give them what they deserve.
//You have become a Starspawn, a servant of those beyond our understanding. Your sanity is lost and your soul with it.//
<<silently>><center><<click "Start Over.">><<script>>UISystem.restart()<</script>><</click>> </center><<endsilently>>
<<remember $EndingStarspawn = "yes">>April is snickering a bit too as your mom steps to you. She is wearing a navy blue dress that comes down to just above her knees. The bodice is tight and it is low cut, but the skirt flares out. She's wearing sheer hose and four inch mules. Her hair is back held by a simple headband.
"Tommy, you need to learn to keep this under control." She says, reaching out and very casually grabbing your cock.
You are stunned. Your very hot mother just wrapped her hand around your cock. The soft fabric of your sweat pants and lack of underwear make it very easy to feel her fingers. You nearly cum on the spot. The look on your face broadcasts that fact to both of them.
"Good luck with that." Your sister says grinning. She doesn't seem to be complaining though.
Your mother smirks and looks between the two of you. "Well Ms. April if you weren't so loud maybe I'd be surprised by such a comment from you." The embarrassed look on your sister's face almost makes your own humuliation worth it. Almost.
"What is it Tommy, what has you so bothered? You're fucking your sister anytime you want. Surely your cock can wait a few hours?"
"Uhhhhh" you stammer staring at her. God she's beautiful. And so hot. Goddamn.
"Oh. I see." Your mother smiles, returning your gaze. "April would you mind if I helped your brother relieve some tension."
"Not if I get to watch." Your sister says, eyes wide open and enthusiasm evident on her pretty face.
"Deal." Your mom says. "Tommy get undressed."
To say you feel awkward is an understatement, but you're not about to look nervous around two hot women. "Anytime for you babe." You say, standing up and pulling your shirt off. You're ready for them to start laughing, but no, they're just staring at your chest muscles when your shirt comes over your head. Huh. You pull off your sweatpants and stand naked before them, a ripped young man with a very nice, very big cock that is firmly at attention.
"Now I think you should..." Your mom starts, but April interrupts.
"No, not like that." She says quickly standing up and taking a step back, she holds her fingers up to form a square like she's framing a picture. "Tommy i think you should bend her over the desk and fuck her from behind."
Your mom opens her mouth to object, but she glances at you and hesitates just for a second. If she had snapped at you not to, you probably would have obeyed. But she gave you an opening and you jump on it. You bend down and sweep an arm behind her legs and pick her up in your arms, easily carrying her weight. She shrieks and starts laughing as you carry her to the desk and place her down in front of it, lifting up her dress and flipping the skirt up over her back.
"Yes, yes, this is hot!" April says enthusiastically.
"April!" Your mother says, shocked.
"Hey, it was your idea." She says with a grin back. "Now fuck her Tommy, mom you are gonna loooooove this."
There is something just extremely arounsing about your sister directing an imaginary scene of you fucking your mom. She looks younger than she used to. The rejuvenating effects of the process making her appear no more than her late twenties or earlier thirties. The sort of woman who would typically be out of your league age wise. MILF, of course, comes to mind.
Your cock slides into her, she's not quite as tight as your sister but she's more experienced and it shows as she pushes back against you just right. Soon you are fucking her with wild abandon, slapping your flesh against hers and your balls against her legs as you enjoy some of the best stress relief you've ever had. You stay hard after the first burst and keep fucking her. You glance over and see April is fingering herself shamelessly as she watches. Your mother starts moaning about how wonderful your cock is. Goddamn.
It is a testament to how strong and sexually endowed you are that your cock doesn't get sore over the next few days. With your dad gone at work all day long you are the king of this jungle. You get sex whenever you ask, which is very, very often, and if you go long without you get propositioned.
You don't see much of your dad. You ask your mom if he cares much about you fucking her.
[[She says no, he's getting enough action at work he doesn't mind sharing|Gem2D1]]
[[She looks nervous and asks you to talk to him in private|Gem2D2]]Why be picky? You don't care who or what services you, as long as you are worshipped. You spy the most beautiful man and woman you can and beckon them to your side. You tell them their new duties and they seem rather happy to obey. You smile, knowing you made the right choice.
The man starts on your feet and you smile at that, happy to be relieved of some of the aches from your long walk here. The woman gently milks your large breasts, relieving them of the tension and making you feel fantastic in the process. She is gentle and her touch is perfect. You close your highs happily and enjoy it.
After that, the woman moves between your legs and starts to lick. You don't need to give her any guidance at all, the perfect thing knows exactly what to do, realizing that you are ready for fingers almost instantly she nearly makes you moan outloud with her firm but erotic attention. The man meanwhile is kneading your breasts and sucking on your nipples before he moves down to caress your stomach.
They bring you to many wonderful orgasms, totally relaxing you and setting your mind at ease, and as they curl up next to you you pet them in reward and think about the future.
You will always keep a small group of personal attendants near yourself. Sometimes you may be in the mood for a woman, and if only a man is around you'll have to give him some pretty curves and invert his cock. and sometimes you may be in the mood for a man and you may need to grow a nice girl into a beefcake and teach her what to do with her new appendages. They won't complain. At least they'd better not. You smile as you keep stroking your pets.
[[And that will be enough for now, time to get to work!|CundaWork]]
[[Not enough at all, time for debauchery!|CundaOrgy]]"Oh sure. Just decide who gets to go first." You innocently.
What follows is the loudest, most violent vocal argument you've ever heard between two grown men. They compare accomplishments, cock size, and everything else that could possibly matter or not matter. While they are doing that you finish getting dressed.
The lacy lilac thong you are forced to pull almost halfway up your asshole to get the strings to ride right on your hips, and you find the big lacy lilac push up bra makes your boobs look even more appealing and big. The plaid schoolgirl style skirt is pleated but doesn't do a whole lot to disguise your bulge, and the short sleeved white blouse only buttons about halfway up leaving your cleavage and bra exposed. The shoes are transparent platformed heels, which takes your outfit from inappropriate schoolgirl costume to inappropriate schoolgirl stripper act. The last two things in the bag are two hair ties, you aren't quite sure why there are two but you use both to pull your hair up into a ponytail.
The men are still arguing and you shake your head at them chuckling. Finally they realize you're amused by them and snap at you to follow them back to the Coffin's Glove wing.
[[So, what's the next step?|SpyJob2]]
<<set $spyjob1 = "trickysissy">>Julia reaches for the chair and side table and pulls at the air in front of them. As she does so they seem to collapse into her hands, shrinking as they do until there is nothing there. She then lifts her hands up as if placing the items inside an invisible drawer, removes another item and shoves her hand forward. As she does so a rather comfortable bed with white satin sheets and many soft, fluffy pillows with a lace trim emerges into the middle of the room.
"You don't need those anymore." She waves her hand and your clothes vanish. You glance down at your beautiful cock and girly body and smile proudly at how deviantly sexy you are.
You sit on the edge of the bed, marveling at how luxurious it feels as Julia talks.
"Well. You've certainly taught me new things to expect." Julia says. "I didn't take into account that my pet demon would corrupt my magic and grow herself a cock." She shakes her head. <<if $sldx1 eq "shemalehandjob">>"Or manage to convince one of my monks to stroke it until she came on him."<<endif>><<if $sldx1 eq "shemalenohandjob">>"Although I'm glad you were in that habit or you would have probably convinced Matthias to stroke you off." She sees your cock is still painfully hard and smirks at your discomfort.<<endif>><<if $sldx1 eq "shemaleblowjob">>"And while I'm not totally shocked you sucked his cock I didn't think he would let you once he saw you had one nearly as big."<<endif>><<if $sldx1 eq "passivegoodgirl">>"Still, other than that you behaved yourself very well." You can't help but beam at the compliment.<<endif>><<if $sldx1 eq "passivebadgirl">>"And I wish you wouldn't have teased the poor boy so. He'll probably quit the order the next time he sees a nice looking girl and wants to go breed with her." Julia sighs. <<endif>>
Julia sits on the opposite side of the bed and leans against the headboard. The urge to cuddle up to her is nearly overpowering. You turn and crawl across the bed, watching carefully for any sign that you are overstepping boundaries and when you aren't discouraged you cuddle up to her. You rest your head on her shoulder and drape her right arm over your body, wrapping your arms around her slim waist and snuggling sweetly.
Julia glances down like you are a pet cat that just happened to wander up to her and sit in her lap. She smiles and strokes your hair. "The question remains though, what am I to do with a lust devil with a female body and a male crotch." She reaches down and flicks your half-hard cock with her finger, causing you to whine in pain momentarily.
<<if $sld lte -3>>[[Kiss Her|SLDSMKiss]]<<endif>>
[[Say Nothing, Wait for her Commands|SLDSMObedient]]Perhaps you were expecting something more monstrous, but the room is that of a teenaged boy, who looks old enough to be an upperclassman in high school. There are various posters of popular-for-not-being-popular type bands and girls in various stages of undress on the wall. He is wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans and has large gauges in his ears and a pierced nose. His hair has been sloppily dyed black as well. Scars crisscross both of his arms and drops what looks like a shotgun as you walk in.
As you look at the child you see him in a different way than you are used to. Beyond the simple mortal senses there is an indescribable aura around the boy. It tells you of the soul's current status. It is not evil. It is merely afraid. Alone.
"Erik?" You say acting surprised, you know his name instinctively.
"Julie!" He stammers, reaching to pick up the gun. "You weren't supposed to...I mean...I was gonna tell you stay home...I oh god don't tell anyone please!"
[[Be His Friend|MHHeal]]
[[Flirt with Him|MHKiss]]+++++TOP SECRET+++++
Juggernaut Protocol 16. Not for dissemination to non-authorized personnel. Violators will be nominated for extinguishment.
//My favorite color is... //
[[A) Blue|Jug3Blue]]
[[B) White|Jug3White]]
[[C) Green|Jug3Green]]
<<set $jug2 = "ele">><<if $malvanity eq "done">>You look inside the closet. There are many lavish outfits here. You can sense the magic about the hangers and think you've figured out how this works. As soon as you take the hanger off of the rod the clothing will dress you by itself. Convenient!
But what to wear?
[[The deep v-neck, leg-slit black dress|MalSorcDress]]
[[The extravagant royal gown|MalGown]]
[[Are there no pants in here?|FashionVictim]] <<endif>><<if $malvanity eq "notdone">>The closet is filled with fine clothing, but every time you reach out to touch something it stays stubbornly on the hangers. "It won't work." The mirror calls out as you look at the clothing in there. "She's enchanted everything. None of those outfits will touch you with your hair all tangled like that. Get dolled up first." You see the vanity table, that must be where you have to sit before the closet will let you touch anything.
[[Well guess I'll get pretty...|MalleVanity]]
[[Reconsider|MalBedRoom]]
<<endif>>Before you can wipe off her cum her hands are on yours and she is pulling you back up to your feet. You are still experiencing some residual buzzing joy from your orgasm and are child's play for her to shove in front of the very large mirror, still holding your hands. She traps your arms above your head with one of her own and wipes off the steamed up mirror. "Tell me that's not the prettiest thing you've ever seen?" She taunts, leaining in right behind you.
You look in the mirror. You see your face with a big glob of cum on the nose, you see your slender body and noticable boobs, also with two large globs of cum on them, and you see yourself held there looking quite helpless as her more masculine form presses up against you. Your cock is trapped below the sink line, from this angle you look like a girl. Your sister's cock is stirring again, it's chubby little half hard state poking into your plump ass.
"Let me go!" You grump, wiggling.
"Oh yeah, just like that..." she moans happily, her cock hardening. You freeze as you realize your escape attempts are just turning her on. "That's what I was thinking about when I was jerking off in the tub...coming up behind you when you bent over and just....mmmmm ramming it right up in you and fucking you hard right there. I bet mom would give me a good grade for that, what do you think? Go on move your hips back and forth just a little..."
"Jesus Christ April!!!" You say meekly, trying to use a 'game over' tone to your voice.
"Aw, sorry, thought you were having fun." She says with a sheepish grin. She plants a kiss on your shoulder. "Just one more thing...."
"What?" You say, a bit concerned.
"I just want you to say something before I let you go."
"Oh no..." You always used to pin her down and make her say uncle as a kid. Then it became 'Tommy is better than me' than 'Tommy is my boss' and then all sorts of other embarassing phrases. She's about to turn the tables on you....
"I want you to say "April's cum looks so pretty on my tits."" You moan in dismary. "Go on say it or I won't let you go."
You grump and stare down at the floor, pouting. "Fine, fine, ahem," You clear your throat. "April's cum looks so pretty on my tits."
She beams like she just won the lottery. "Oh, and one more thing."
"Ugh! What!?!?" You protest, wiggling again but once again freezing the moment her cock twitches against your ass.
"I don't think tommy really suits you any more. I want to pick your new name."
"What name...?"
"Oh I don't have one in mind, I want to think about it, but I get to pick. Agree or I won't let you go." You squirm again and beg and plead and protest but she holds fast and eventaully you agree.
"There was that so hard?" She lets you go and slaps your ass hard, producing a loud yelp as you nearly jump onto the sink from the unexpected spank. You glare at her as you grab a tissue and mop her cum off of you, while she does the same on her hand and midsection.
"So uh, why'd you come in here by the way?" She asks.
[[Oh, right...|GemS2222]]The Marku are not united as a people. There are many different tribes that are constantly fighting for control. The thicker jungles near the mountain tend to be inhabited by the tribes that are fleeing before larger alliances and looking for a dense forest to hide in. In other words, they have no real means to resist your conversion march.
The Marku are a lovely people you decide as you see them. They are lightly tanned in their coloring and their hair, while as black as the stedt, is silky and smooth where the Stedt tends to be thick and clump into dreadlocks. They are smaller on average than the Stedt, but also show more variation between the different tribes than the Stedt do as a whole. The men tend to be nimble and lithe and very skilled with bows, blowguns, and other weapons suitable for fighting in the thick trees. The women are lovely and graceful and quite protective of their families.
Over the course of your first week, you travel through the foothills, converting small communities to your worship, and gaining several additions to your traveling band of Marku men and women. What small pockets of resistance you do find are very easily crushed.
It is difficult to restrain your Stedt followers at first from killing and raping. After all you are here to convert, not slaughter. The instinct of your primitives is to raid and pillage and take wholesale.
You realize you will have to teach your people about the benefits of unity.
[[Teach of Love - All who Worship you Should Enjoy Life Together|CinderFaith]]
[[Teach of Merit - A God Deserves the Best of all Lands|CinderMerit]]
[[Teach of Fear - Your Command is All that Matters, and you Command Unity|CinderFear]]She is a bronze toned girl, with long black hair that is up in a high ponytail held tight with a clasp of gold and jade. She wears light blue scraps of cloth across her breasts and loin, barely covering them. Her skin is tattooed with symbols that you know show the sky and the water, the two sacred elements of the Marku people. <<if $stedtbonus eq "sexy" and $mkcinder eq "stud">>You think of how much better she'll looks as she becomes more masculine under your blessings.<<endif>>
She is a shaman and considerable magical energy pulses off of her.
"You know that I worship you, great <<print $dname>>" she begins, bowing appropriately. "But I can tell you that the Marku people believe in many spirits of the land, and that if you truly wish to be seen as more than a warlord, but a god unto yourself, you must be legitimate in their eyes."
"And I take it you can show me these spirits."
"Oh yes." She nods. "But the greatest is the most important. The Spirit of the Blue Lake, the largest lake in these jungles. It is the giver of life and the maker of Khans, those who may rule the Marku as a whole and not just a Chief of a tribe or two."
You nod. "Take me to the Lake."
Your procession cuts through thick jungle and hidden paths as the shaman takes you to the Marku god.
[[Converse with the Lake Spirit|BlueLake]]Suddenly your nerdy friend looks up and smiles. "Oh my gosh!!!" She claps her hands together happily. "You found the secret ending!!"
"The what?!?" You say, shocked and offended by this unwarranted shattering of the fourth wall.
"The secret ending! All CYOA games have an ending you can only get to through RNG Bullshit! Hooray!" She throws her hands up in celebration as gold coins rain from the ceiling.
Before you can say anything, a brass band of leprechauns all playing jaunty celebration music march in. Banners with your name on them unfurl as angels fly above your head and you hear the voice of the one you most love telling you that you are perfect in their eyes.
The walls of the house pull away suddenly and you find yourself riding in the back of a convertible, sitting on the trunk and waving as crowds of people scream your name in adoration. This parade in your honor is well deserved. After all when the entire world held an election to see who the greatest person who ever lived was, over seven billion votes were cast for you.
You have all of the fame, fortune, and success you could ever want. You have so many offers for sex that you set up a charity dedicated to scheduling the people who want to have sex with you busy having sex with each other until you have time for them. You cure hunger, cancer, hangovers, depression, and the common cold. Every day you have is better than the one before it. But you can't help shake the feeling that RNG generated endings to games are bullshit. So you shake yourself free of the perfect timeline you found yourself in and return to the symbols in the stars to replay this game to a real ending.
[[Seriously|Zodiac]]Julia's dress is just flexible enough to allow her legs to spread just wide enough that you have comfortable access between her lovely, slim thighs. You kiss every inch of them as your rub her legs. She relaxes in her chair as you show her your love. Tender licks across her labia and firm fingers down her thighs eventaully coax her clitoris into a state of arousal such that your skilled little tongue finds it easily. Once she is ready there, it is child's play to bring the inexperienced Archmage a world of pleasure she has never known before.
You can smell her arousal as you lick arcane patterns onto her clit, symbols of love, submission, and ecstacy that would make the holy woman faint if she knew what you were doing. As she gets wetter and her gasps turn into moans you know she is ready for more and your slim, nimble fingers slide into her beautiful pussy. She's as tight as the virgin she is but the moans she make are those of a woman who has no fear of pleasure.
Your demonic stamina is put to the test as you lick, rub, and finger your Holy Mistress to orgasm after orgasm, building her up, gently letting her relax and then hitting her again when she is ready, without warning. You devote yourself wholly to her job, feeling waves of pleasure run through your body with every orgasm you give her, her joy feeding you and making you feel more vibrant and alive than you have since your arrival.
Eventually, deep into the night, she begs you to stop. Her dress is soaked with sweat, she's drooled onto her own chest and her eye are bleary and exhausted from all the times you've curled her toes and lapped up her delicous juices. Barely awake, she kisses you softly, falling into your arms as you use your new strength to hold her up easily.
You carry her to her bed, using your magic to remove her clothing in one simple gesture, and wrap her in her silken sheets, cuddling next to her for companionship after you bring a pitcher of water for her nightstand. The poor thing will need to replenish her fluids after the night you gave her.
[[Curl up next to Julia|Subsucbusted]]You don't come out and say it, but you find this idea of succumbing to fascist dictatorship in your first week here very off putting. No, your new world will be better than that. You emphasize the need to keep the citizens safe over the need to monitor politics.
For all their paranoia, the men do truly care about the people and want to keep them safe, so it is not difficult to sway them in your direction.
Over the next few weeks you get involved with recruitment and shore up the numbers of the Defense Corps, fixing problems with lack of guards in areas that could see external incursions.
A few days later, you rush to help some of your new recruits defend one of the entrance points against a group of gibbering cannibals, driven insane by the radiation of the surface world. Without you and your recruits, these things could have broken in and killed many people.
This solidifies you as a respected leader of the Defense Corp and Dagget couldn't be prouder. Your secretive meetings occur less and less frequently and eventually not all. But that doesn't mean you run out of problems.
[[Go to Meet with Dagget|UberKiller]]The royal gown at least looks like it covers more than the slinky sorceress dress. You tap the hanger and it lifts itself off of the rod and floats out in front of you.
However instead of the dress pulling itself on to you right away it looks like some undergarments are also coming out of the closet at you.
A set of lacy red panties is first. You feel invisible hands lifting your legs up one at a time and the panties slide up your smooth legs and settle on your round hips. A garter belt is next to loop around your waist. Your yelp as invisible hands grab you under your knees and shoulders and carry you to the bed. Two sheer, red stockings carefully roll themselves up over your legs. They feel exquisite on your smooth skin.
You aren't quite as surprised when the invisible arms lift you back and up and place you in front of the mirror. You watch as a red corset with black roses on it slips around your waist and starts to cinch itself tight. At first you admire how the built in strapless bra pushes your large breasts up but it keeps cinching tighter and tighter. You gasp for breath as your arms are pulled up over your head and you are lifted off the floor legs kicking as your body is stretched out so the corset can be tied tighter.
"I love this part." The mirror comments, you see yourself in it, sexy gothic girl pulling pulled up and down at the same time as her waist is crushed tiny and her boobs smooshed huge. The garter and stockings and lacy panties give you a very sexy, very vulnerable look. You want to give it a snarky comment back but you can barely breathe.
You are seeing stars in front of your vision by the time it lets you down. If the invisible hands weren't holding you upright you'd probably drop from lack of breath.
A pair of gloves with the same black roses on red cloth pattern slips up your hands. Your new gloves are opera length and cover most of your bare arms. A thick gold and diamond necklace latches around your neck, settling in your cleavage, as your fingers each get at least one gold ring to go along with it. Ruby earrings pierce your ears and a pair of four inch red open-toed heels latch themselves to your feet before the dress starts to move.
A rather stiff petticoat beats it to you, however. It is full length and will make the skirt of the royal gown puff out very wide. The dress laces itself up around you. It is strapless and the bodice of it covers little more than your corset, adding merely a lace edge to your impressive cleavage. The skirt of it poofs out thanks to the petticoat. It is red with a pattern mixed of black roses and skulls with the occasional arcane symbol in gold mixed in. Overall you look like busty gothic royalty.
The invisible hands let go and you sense the enchantment fading as you are now fully dressed.
"Well well don't we look like quite the princess." The mirror says. "If you ask me who the fairest is I would reply you in an instant. Although I understand if you can't get the words out quite yet. You know I meant to tell you she was going to change the enchantment on that corset before she got back...must have slipped my mind to warn you. Makes your tits look fantastic though." You can practically hear the mirror drooling.
[[Explore the Rest of the Tower|MalleDoor]]<<set $malcloset = "done">><<set $clothes = "sorcprincess">>You wish Johnson wouldn't refer to himself as the Director like it isn't entirely his decision but you swallow your griping and fill out form 702 three times.
"Proposed Activity...." you pause. What's a business like way to describe sex? "Team-Building Physical Exercise." You smile at your corporate double speak.
"Budget...budget...umm..." You know he won't agree to this if it's anything above a few dollars. "One dollar and forty three cents." You smile.
You walk up to Mr. Johnson. "Uh sir, I have a form for the director." You hand it to him.
"Ah good, good, excellent penmanship Ms. Candy, the Director will review this!" You glare at him as he sets it aside.
"But Sir, you're the Director."
"Yes, and I'll review it when I'm done here." He turns back to his other paperwork. You almost scream in exasperation. How hard can it be to fuck a guy with a body like yours?!??
You're back at your desk and about to go wandering the halls looking for someone else to screw around with when Johnson emerges looking rather flustered.
"Miss Candy your uh, request has been approved. But I can only budget ninety-eight cents." He looks apprehensive. "I uh, should probably inquire about the nature of the exercises?"
You stand up perkily, swaying your hips. "Would you like a demonstration, Sir?" He stares at your swaying body trying to think of something to say, you take that as a yes.
Soon you are sitting on his lap as he sits in his chair behind his desk, leads spread with your short skirt hiked up around your waist, stockings rubbing against him as he fumbles to get his pants down. He is getting more and more flustered as he pulls his clothes off. "Get out of the way, out of the way!" He commands you. You playfully lean in to kiss and tease him.
He takes you totally by surprise when he lifts you up and drops you down on his desk, and then grabs a stapler and slams it down above your head twice. You realize he's stapled your hair to his desk!!
He then grabs your right wrist and wraps a paper clip chain around it, tying it off to the corner of his desk, and proceeds to repeat this with your other wrist. "I said, out of the way." He says exasperated as you lie there in your office bondage. You gape up at him in astonishment as he proceeds to take you in and shake his head in disapproval.
"Look at this ridiculous body. So inefficient. So expensive. These things!" He grabs your breasts and shakes them so hard they come out of your bra. "How much do we spend trying to restrain them? If you dolls insist on having such preposterous mammaries you could at least produce something with them." He shakes his head as he undoes your blouse. "And these clothes, so fragile, so easy to break, so expensive to repair." He pulls them off and shakes his head at your fine lingerie. "And this thing. You wouldn't even need it if you were flat chested, and all the lace and trimmings, spill coffee once and that's a lot of resources lost." He pulls it off of you along with your blouse and goes back to vigorously rubbing your breasts. You're too stunned to say anything and let him massage you forcefully.
"And how many hours of productivity have you cost me, jiggling these things around and making me spend all day dreaming of doing this?" He asks almost critically as he plays with your tits. He glares at you expecting an answer.
"I don't know Sir.." You admit softly.
"Of course you don't! You spend all your time fixing your makeup and braiding your hair and prancing around!" He slaps your tits now, almost roughly watching them bounce. "I swear the only way to run this office efficiently would be to fuck you every hour just so I could have a few minutes of satisfied time to work!"
"Yes!" He exclaims eyes growing large. "That's it. From now on we fuck every hour on the hour, it's the only way to keep productivity up!" His cock is raging hard now and he has it out and before you know it it's sliding into your pussy. "No more than five minutes though." He says with each thrust.
"That's ... not enough..." You purr getting bounced a little on the desk.
"Alright fifteen, but no more!" He snaps again, bending over and putting a hand on each of your tits for leverage as you starts fucking you rather vigorously. You can feel all of his pent up frustrating as he pounds his very nice penis into you over and over again.
"oooooh..." you start to moan happily.
"No! No!" Johnson snaps. "Any more of that and you may distract the offices nearby." He grabs his tie and knots it firmly around your face, gagging you entirely. "Good." He nods. "Much more efficient this way."
You didn't expect to be bound and gagged for this, especially not on so low a budget, but he's found a way! You enjoy the rather nice sex until both of you are quite satisfied.
"Hmmm. We're under budget. Well that won't do." Johnson grabs some white out and tosses it at your tits, coating them with the white fluid. He then pulls you down the desk and places his legs around your hips and his cock between your tits, using the white out as lubricant to titty fuck you. "There, that should bring us up to cost." He says and enjoys fucking your tits for the remaining time he has.
"Well, that was quite enjoyable. We'll have to repeat this in forty five minutes to keep up productivity." He unties your wrists, pulls the staples out of the desk and your hair, and undoes his gag. He hands you one tissue to clean yourself off with but before you get the chance he bends you over the desk and stamps your ass with a red circle that has the letters APPROVED on it.
"Now, return to work Ms. Candy." Johnson says, getting back to his desk like nothing has changed.
[[The System Works!|EndingOfficeAccessory]]<<set $qfreedom = "yes">>You glance at the old man and over his shoulders at the city behind it. It all seems so ... automated. The way the man talks he assumes you will do as he say. Is there truly freedom here, you wonder. And so you ask the old man, "Do I decide my own fate here?"
"Of course you do." The old man says, blinking as if surprised by the question. "Only the impure are caged, and only then to be cast down or extinguished. As long as your soul is pure you will always be free to do what you wish."
He pauses, as if considering your question further. "We do work as a team though. Every player must do their part or things will fail. If this is not the way you wish to do things, perhaps joining us is not right for you at this time."
"The impure are extinguished..." You repeat him carefully, your pale eyes narrowing. "What does that mean?" It all sounds a bit inquisitorial to you.
"You are no longer mortal." The Bookkeeper explains, and there is sorrow evident in his voice. "The time to change your soul is past. Your puissance, your virtue, they are now as permanent as the spinning planets."
"And so," The Bookkeeper continues. "A soul, a creature like us, we either are or we are not. To be not is to fall to Oblivion. The impure find themselves at great discomfort once they are captured and subject to His Love and Law, and many choose to Fall and cease to be when caged."
You blink as you digest this. The enemies of Paradise are confined until they choose to wipe themselves out of existence? You aren't quite sure how you feel about this at the moment, although the way the old man talked it was meant to be reassuring.
"Now, you must join us." The old man says cheerily. "Come, your future with us awaits!" The pearly gates swing open, beckoning you to take your place with the angels.
[[Join the Angels|AngelArmy1]]
[[Explore the Sky|Free Sky]]"Enough!" You scream. "No means no!" You summon your mystical energy and suddenly everything around you bursts into a demonic flame.
The primitive man screeches in alarm. "But...you didn't...say....no..." He gasps as you dies in the fire.
"Oh." You say, scratching your head and shrugging. "Well if you weren't sure you should have sought clarification earlier I guess. Dumb dumb."
You brush your hands off and go looking for a village to conquer.
[[Go forth young imp|Pyradown]]<h1><center>Sheep's Clothing</center></h1>Ack! Monsters!!
You turn and run away. Fighting something that might actually hurt you? Oh no. You're out of there!
Robinson's jaw drops as the monsters swarm over him. "You son of a ..." he screams as they rip him up. You scramble up the walls of the trench and bolt for the door. Somehow, you scramble through the hazards and combatants and make it to an exit.
As you step aside and close the door you see two angels wearing old school plate armor standing there with crossed arms. Without speaking a word they grab you by your arms and drag you outside and toss you onto the street. They brush their hands and turn away.
With nowhere to go you start to wander through the city. Word of your cowardice seems to have spread quickly, apparently that's the only way an aimless male angel ends up in Paradise. Everyone else seems to have something to do, somewhere to go. Your lack of purpose makes you stand out and the angels avoid you like a pariah.
You manage to acquire a ragged white robe and pull the hood up to hide your shame. You end up rushing about as if you have a mission, bouncing from building to building from fake task to fake task, pretending that you fit in. Sometimes you are recognized, the angels don't yell or mock, just shake their heads sadly at you.
Over time you spot a few others like you, moths buzzing about hoping to stay in the light. You make friends, share resources and find your role. You spend eternity pretending to be somebody, hiding from the gaze of the truly important, hoping eventually to find a way to atone for your cowardice. You never do.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingSheepsClothing = "yes">>"Well. Off you go then. Wolf. 12C." The doughy little man hands you a slick black leather portfolio that he has just finished shoving a bunch of paperwork into. "The elevator will let you in now." He says testily.
Raising your eyebrows in amusement you take the portfolio and click your heels back to the elevator. It does indeed open up and starts moving before you can even attempt to press any buttons.
When the door opens again, you're on another floor of the same building. But you couldn't tell the difference. As you step off and wonder which way to go, your question is answered by shouting off to your left.
"WOLF!" The voice screams. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE A HALF HOUR AGO! I HAD TO SEND THE SHIPMENT WITHOUT OUR LAST APPROVAL! THIRTY MILLION BULLETS WITHOUT INSPECTION!! DO YOU KNOW THE RISKS?!? DO YOU EVEN CARE?!? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE SO IMPORTANT."
You smirk. Mr. Wolf must have really, really, wanted your uh, 'services' in that elevator. You swing your hips to the conference room and peek in. There are just the two men in there, Mr. Wolf is sitting down obviously trying to come up with something. Aww, he isn't gonna brag about you. How sweet! The other man is older than him with a grey crew cut. You decide to answer his questions.
"Hello boys." You say sweetly, tapping your knuckles on the open door. "I'm supposed to work for a Mr. Wolf do you know where I can find him?" You bat your eyelashes innocently.
"Oh uh..." The man's jaw drops staring at you. "He's uh..." His hand points vaguely towards Wolf. He pauses and clamps his mouth shut, then pats Wolf on the shoulder in a congratulatory manner. "We'll talk later." He says to Wolf and walks off quickly.
[[You Can Thank Me Now Sir|WolfsBunny2]]Instead of cutting her bra straps, you smile at Lindsey even sweeter than ever. She seems a bit caught off guard as she finds you attached to her side. You can tell she isn't completely happy but she painted herself into a corner with all of her pretending to be your friend.
Slowly, slowly, you weave a web of friendships and promises and start revealing her secrets at the right time to the right people, always acting like it wasn't your intention to do so. Lindsey's followers start putting down their pipes and hanging out with you more often, even gently asking her to leave a few parties, which makes you so happy you can barely contain your grin.
At the end of the summer you are the undisputed queen of the trailer park, and Lindsey's family moves back to Canada. Whether she was truly a demoness or just a really bad person you aren't sure, but whatever she was fighting for, she wasn't half as charming and sneaky as she needed to be to knock you off your throne.
You aren't even surprised when one day you turn on your TV and see Gloria there, clapping for you. "You did very good 'Pamela,'" she says with a glowing smile. "But we need you back here." The trailer park vanishes around you.
[[Success!|HeraldUnlock]]
<<set $ingenuejob = "finished">>
<<set $clericjob = "unlocked">><h1><center>Oubliette</center></h1>You let out a scream and rush for the door, trying to will your powersuit to form around you. But it doesn't respond! In fact, the bracelets lock themselves together forming into handcuffs and you trip and fall to the ground as your heels are now manacles. You struggle on the ground but it is pointless as your suit has now hogtied you completely.
The priest walks over to you shaking a head, he's holding a remote control in his hand and waves it at you. "Blasphemy never wins. I suppose you don't want a second chance. Fine by me." He presses another button on the remote and an electrical shock goes through your body, making you scream until you lose consciousness.
When you regain your senses all you can see is white. You're completely naked, standing on the open clouds of the firmament. You turn around see an angel in a black hooded robe. He carries an ancient looking golden set of scales in one hand. He is wearing a blindfold. Uh oh.
"For the crime of unnatural love, you are confined to the oubliette." He intones solemnly. "You shall be confined with your co-conspirator." What? Captain Stone?!?! "If at such time that you can both avoid your urges for a hundred years you shall be released. This is the judgment of the Maker."
Before you can scream your dissent the clouds beneath your feet vanish and you find yourself sliding down a very narrow white marble tube. You land with an ungraceful thud at the bottom.
You glance around, you are trapped in a solid cloud. The ground is soft and not too uncomfortable, a decent amount of light filters in from above. But you will never, ever be able to climb out of here.
"Well, well, well...and here I was thinking about Fading." Captain Stone's voice makes your hair stand on end. Without your suit, you are no match for him physically. You turn and back away from him as he approaches you.
"Well won't this be fun." He grins at you, not looking like much of an angel at all.
"He...he said we could get out if..." You stammer, hoping to reason with him.
"Oh I heard the Judge. A hundred years?" Stone laughs. "I'll Fade first. But until then I think I'm going to enjoy never needing to eat, never needing to sleep and never getting tired of those sweet tits and that amazing ass of yours." He glances down. "Oh and that little thing too. I don't think I was done with it yet either." He grins sadistically and reaches out to pinch it hard between his fingers as he starts wrestling you to your hands and knees.
You could scream, but nobody would ever hear it.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingOubliette = "yes">>You hold up the robe, thinking of how awful it will look on you. Nobody will be able to see your beautiful body! As you wish it was more appropriate for you you pull it over your head.
As it touches your skin you feel your demonic essence corrupting it. The first change is subtle, instead of plain cotton it has become a satin blend that tantalizes your skin as it flows over you. You shiver happily as it caresses you, <<if $sldcollar eq "yes">>wincing instantly afterwards as your joy is turned to pain<<endif>> drawing a raised eyebrow from Julia.
The next change occurs as the robe tightens around you, hugging your body and squeezing it as the loose cotton robe becomes a skintight satin dress. You let out a happy moan as it folds in on itself, material vanishing as the skirt of the dress now covers no more than the very tops of your thighs. <<if $succrotch eq "prettycock">>Your hard cock is visibly tenting the front of the dress.<<endif>> The sleeves have also vanished, moving up your arms until all that is left are thin straps that cross your shoulders. The front of the dress lowers itself too, creating a very nice scoop neck cleavage.
You smile down at it. <<if $sucbody eq "sexygirl">>You look like the sort of woman who could show anyone the time of their life.<<endif>>
"Interesting...." Julia says dryly. You get the impression she is a little annoyed, but more intrigued than anything else.
[[The First Experiment|SLDX1]]
<<set $sld = $sld -1>>
<<set $succlothes = "minidress">>You smile at the gleam in his eye and that smile is all the encouragement he needs. He slips his hands behind your thighs and lifts you up, setting you down on the windowsill he quickly unbuckles his pants and drops them to the floor revealing his cock so hard it looks about to burst. He then lifts you up again and starts to bounce you on his dick like there's no tomorrow.
You were prepared to take it for the team so to speak, but you quickly find yourself very much enjoying this as Erik very quickly finds a sweet spot you weren't aware this body had. You experience the first truly mind blowing sex of your life as he bangs you roughly, masterfully, acting like a real man instead of the sniveling scaredy cat you saw earlier. Apparently all it took was the promise of your body to let out his inner berserker.
He brings you off time and time again as his rock hard cock drives you wild. You thrash on his cock, heels locked behind his back, fingernails leaving deep scratches down his shoulders and arms as he drives you completely crazy. When he finally shoots his cum deep inside you are praising his manhood and how well he fucked you more than loud enough for anyone who walked by you to hear you screaming it out.
He smiles happily as he lays you down on the windowsill again and slides out of you. "That was incredible." You both say at the same time, then meet each other's eyes and laugh.
You had planned to do horrible things for revenge, but a future of sex like that really, really doesn't seem so bad right now.
[[Let Erik Take Charge|EndingImperialMistress]]You return to your mothership and order the devil moles to take you to the forge world.
When you approach you see massive fires burning, clearly visible from space, and even some explosions that you can see from orbit. The fighting is intense!
Your mothership lands not far from the smoldering ruin of Zajj's. The mole demons and your devil soldiers pour out of it and attack the high-tech humans from the moment they land. Overhead smaller aircraft engage in dogfights and strafing runs. The entire planet is caught up in an insane fight.
You call your devil soldiers to you and extend the blessing you stole from devouring the snake spirit in the faithful world. Your soldiers grow in stature and strength, their heads morphing to resemble your cobra-hooded visage, deadly venom dripping from their fangs.
At the head of these elite shock troops you lead the attack and scatter the human defenders. Despite their tanks and aircraft and body armor they were not prepared for a sudden assault of snake devils.
You find Zajj. He is seriously injured.
[[Execute Him and Drain his Power|SerpentDevil]]
[[Let Him Live|EndingSerpentLord]]The chamber you enter is smaller than the one you portaled into, but no less exquisite. The room is circular with beautiful stained glass clerestory windows twelve feet up the white marble walls. The windows depict scenes of the Maker and his angels triumphing over the Adversary and his minions, and are mostly white and yellow giving the room a warm, pleasant feeling. Spots of red and green and blue mix in with the warm colors, making the floor look a bit like a watered down kaleidoscope. The room is about forty feet in diameter. The walls are inscribed with thin, gilded runes that glitter in the multicolored lights.
"Beautiful." You say, meaning it.<<if $sldcollar eq "yes">> As you speak Julia lets go of your leash, and the delicate white-silver chain vanishes as it falls from her hand. The collar remains around your neck though.<<endif>>
"It is merely a reflection of the Maker's glory." Julia says, smiling up at domed roof. "And it is here, where his beauty is channeled and contained that it is safe to experiment with creatures like you."
"Speaking of which, the nature of the experiments demands that your nature not be obvious at once. I will have to alter you slightly..."
[[Be Obedient, Let Her Do it...|SLDX1PrettyGirl]]
[[Attempt to Influence the Changes...|SLDX1SexyGirlC]]You throw the heavy door open much to the surprise of the squat humanoids that inhabit your hall. They freeze and start at you as the torches flicker in the sudden draft.
"Well, well." You say with cruel sweetness, your <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>tight dress hugging your every curve<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>royal gown swaying prettily around you<<endif>> as you enter the room. "It seems that some bad boys have decided to take advantage of my hospitality."
The excuses begin at once. The orcs pretend to be confused, blame it on each other, even promise to gut each other and return the food, the ogre just stares at you dumbly, until you walk to the head of the table and he quickly moves out of your way, dragging over a rather evil looking iron and red velvet chair for you to sit on as he does.
You nod your thanks to the ogre and primly take your throne <<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>feet flat as your large skirt covers your legs<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>crossing one smooth, pale leg out of the slit and causing the orcs the stare blatantly.<<endif>>
"You all give me one good reason I shouldn't burn the lot of you alive." You say primly. This provokes another round of panic and babbled compliments, insults to the other orcs, and offers of services that they couldn't possibly perform.
You hold up a hand. "Enough." They fall silent at once. "Here is what you will do. My magic mirror informs me that a pretender to this tower is coming to attack us. She has used clever magics to disguise herself as me. You will ..."
[[Hunt her down in the forest on the way here|vanityhunt]]
[[Build defenses for the tower|vanitystand]]As the men set up the tents you hop into the wagon and dig out the blueprints. With your elven vision you don't have any problems reading them in the fading light.
The dwarf tomb is immense and very complex. There are false passages around every corner, swinging blades, false floors that open into spike pits, and it looks like every natural water source in there is poisoned.
The tomb itself is very cleverly hidden in a way that only the dwarf who built it could find it again. Well, him or the elf chick who has his blueprints. As smart as Haroldsen seems, he also strikes you as a bit brash and foolhardy. He might not understand this as well as he thinks. It's a good thing you went over this.
Over the next few days, at every opportunity, as the men drink themselves to the point of singing battle hymns and loudly recalling tales of your last adventures, you commit the plans to memory.
[[Arrive at the Tomb|Cleric4]]
<<set $elfbonus = "thief">><h1><center>The Hanging Gardens</center></h1>You are brought to Anwar-Mesh in chains, unable to break free and unable to use your magic. You are paraded through the dirt streets of Anwar-Kull while the hawk-nosed residents glare at you suspiciously and mutter blessings to themselves to avert the curse of your presence.
Anwar-Mesh sits on his gilded throne, an old man whispering in his ears. As you spy the old man you can tell he is not human. The Maker's lackey no doubt. He smirks as he sees you.
You are led to a glorious terraced garden, a wonder of the primitive world and powerful magics trap you in a delightful display of flowers and other pretty things. Other beings like you are here, failed conquerers, failed demons, pretty things for the powerful to play with whenever they wish. And they do.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingAnwarGarden = "yes">>"Follow me, we go to battle." You roar. Krultor looks rather concerned at this, but your four devil minions seem enthusiastic enough. They do not have wings as strong as yours so you march along the ground of the plateau, keeping an eye out for a target.
You come across solitary demons here and there. Some flee, some beg to join you, others look hostile at first but do a double take on seeing the sword you wield and pledge their loyalty to you.
As time passes you have assembled a band of nearly four dozen devils of various strength. Most are simple minions, barely more than imps, but a few are stronger. None except Krultor appear particularly skilled in magic. After what must be days of marching you have found no sign of anything civilized to ransack. You order a break to discuss what to do next with Krultor.
[[Ask Him to Divine the Location of the Lord of This Place|WrathKrulDivine]]
[[Ask Him for Help Departing the Pit Entirely|WrathKrultorEscapeVelocity]]"I have a job for you." Julia says, her eyes sparkling with devious plottings. "One that will put your skills at getting big men to fuck you to use." Oh? You perk up. "I thought you'd like that." She smirks. "An emissary from a northern land is visiting us. I find his people distasteful. They worship" she pulls a face "nature spirits." She shakes her head as if to clear up a bad taste. "I want you to help me convince our Archbishop that his people shouldn't be welcome here."
Julia moves her hands and speak-sings in her holy magical language and the sheets wrap themselves around your bodacious curves. They fold themselves around you and reshape themselves into a very tight white robe. Your thick dark hair spills out the sides of your hood down in front of your breasts. The robe itself is subtly patterned with holy symbols, but there is nothing pure about the thoughts that this look will inspire in anyone that sees you.
"Do what you do." Julia says, snapping her fingers.
You find yourself in a completely different location suddenly, a rather lovely rose garden in a courtyard of the church. There is a small fountain in the middle of the courtyard, with benches around it. The walls are carved with the images of saints. Faint moonlight shines down up on you, stars twinkle above.
[[Get Stumbled Upon|HaremSuc2]]It is the middle of winter, but the warmth of the lava pools and the mountain makes it less of an issue than it would be for most primitive societies.
"So what do I call you?" You ask your guide as you approach a rather sad looking village. You can see it is built in one of the fertile valleys down the slope of the volcano. Barely tamed animals run rather haphazardly about while filthy naked children squabble and cry while scared looking women and brutish looking men mill about aimlessly. You see your guide is tall for his people, the average man is about your height without your horns, the average woman a few inches shorter.
"Rock." He says simply.
"A deceptive name." You smile at him. "But not inappropriate. Tell me who rules here?" You have reached what passes for a vague boundary of the village. There are no gates, no walls, no guards. A few armed men are in the general vicinity but they see you with Rock and duck into squat stone houses and behind piles of skins and ash.
This is one of several small villages that dot the volcano side. They sometimes fight each other, sometimes work together, and sometimes ignore each other. You will start here in this village for now.
"Grom. Mountain King." Rock says, equally simply. You cannot tell if he is lacking in basic language skills or he just prefers to be monosyllabic. Rock points to a stone building that is larger than the others. It is rather unimpressive, hardly a palace, but whoever lives in it certainly enjoys greater status than the rest of the rabble.
"Rock, are there others like you? Scouts stationed about?" He nods. "Gather them." He glances at you one last time, still not completely trusting you, he then nods and moves back into the ashen wastes.
[[Confront the Mountain King|MKCunda]]The next day you wake up to an alarm blaring. Automated speakers inform you that the station has been compromised and will decompress within hours.
You swear as you get dressed and rush for the emergency exit. Whatever it was that either Seven or some devil had planned you missed out on your opportunity to be involved in it.
You manage to get transport on a charitable trader's ship and work your way back to a major city in the Grey Realms. From there you are able to find a Glove contact and procure transport back to Paradise.
[[Come in From the Cold|SpyJob2]]
<<set $spyjob1 = "lizardoutoftime">>You've lost!!
You console yourself that the best way to manipulate this thug maybe was to lose to him. This will cause him to drop his guard and be lax with his information security around you. You'll know who he's connected to in no time and will be able to fuck your way up the ladder to the man on top.
You prepare yourself as he takes you by the hand almost gently and leads you into a private booth. There is a pool table in the middle of it, and he bends you down over it, caressing your sides as gently as a hulking rock-lizard can. "This is gonna be great." He crows. "Haven't fucked an angel in so long." He pulls down your cool looking black pants and strokes your wings for a moment admiring your ass. "Yes, this is going to be fun to stretch out."
You grimace and recall your training. Artificial cocks of various sizes were shoved up your ass to simulate anal penetration, for all the various ways it would be encountered in the field. You're very sure whatever species this guy is was not on the list but it can't be too bad.
You instantly regret that thought as the thickest cock you've ever felt starts poking into your smooth asscheeks. Unklangor's strong hands grab your cheeks and spread them so roughly he would have ripped something if you were human. Your screech of pain makes him shush you and soon you find a cue ball shoved in your mouth to gag your screams.
After that the rocklizard is merciless. His cock has to be at least four inches in diameter, although thankfully it's not much longer in length, but it stretches out your asshole so wickedly that it's almost hard to enjoy it yourself. Almost. Once the initial pain kicks in your body overproduces natural painkillers to counteract it and a euphoric buzz starts to mix with the feeling of being stretched out. Seeing that you are starting to like it encourages your rocklizard lover and he really goes to town. He brings you off at least twice before you open your eyes and see him standing on the other side of the table, gazing at you fondly. This surprises you as you still feel his cock in your ass.
You turn around, sure enough he's not there. You try to talk but the cue ball prevents it. Unklangor squishes your cheeks until it pops out and then polishes it on his suit for a bit. "How..." you ask, you can't stand up with a cock this big up your ass. You see he is fully dressed.
"Oh uh, you didn't know? Sorry." The rocklizard says sheepishly. "My species ejects our cocks after sex. Best way to make sure the females get bred is if we're pumping them full for a few days after the sex is done. "It'll fall out in a few days, honest." He says.
"Get it out now!" You snap, once again failing to straighten up as the pain is too much.
"Uh, sorry, our cum acts like a really strong superglue. It's gonna be up there for a while. But you know it probably won't get the reaction it needs to lay eggs so you probably won't get pregnant."
You just glare. This is not quite according to plan.
"Hey, hey..." Unklangor says, moving over to console you like you're a pouting mate. "Tell you what, I'll take you back to my suite tonight and tomorrow you can come to a really secret party with me. Wadda ya say? All the big names will be there, everyone who's everyone here, even Seven maybe! C'mon wadda ya say?" He grins in a toothy attempt to be charming.
With a grimace you realize this is actually a very good option for going ahead on your mission. This invitation to the secret party is probably the best thing you could have found on your first night here, and if going as this brute's date is how you have to get in so be it. "Fine," you say, acting like the pouty mate you're being treated as.
"Oh you won't regret it babe," He says, draping his coat over you and lifting you up in his huge arms. "You'll get all the perks, all of 'em! You just wait and see."
You try to make yourself as small as possible as he carries you out past the rest of the bar to the elevators and up to his suite.
[[Unklangor's Suite|Lizardbf]]"Before we go in." You say, stopping as your large, buff, minions stop with you. "I think we should make sure this body is properly uh, equipped for my purposes." You smile at them enticingly. Their cocks grow harder, impossibly, now each nearly two feet long and half a foot thick. They bulge with massive veins and you can almost hear the cum churning in their balls.
[[Encourage them to be rough with you|CundaRoughSex]]
[[Demand they treat you as a queen|CundaDomme]]You squeeze into the pants, wincing at how tight they are. In the mirror you see it lifts and separates your asscheeks making it look rather attractive. You almost growl in rage as you slide the headband up and it holds your hair back in a very feminine style. The slippers and gloves complete the uniform.
Your guards knock on the door and tell you it is time for you to serve your queen. They make many very inappropriate comments about your new uniform. One even runs his hands appreciatively over your backside commenting on how it this uniform suits you so well. The man in front stops short so you bang your toe into his metal boots making you hop on one leg in pain much to their amusement.
Finally you are in the dining hall. There are only five people seated. The Queen, her sister, who is holding a newborn baby in her arms, and three of their friends who you do not recognize.
It is quite a production how every time one calls for a drink you have to bring the goblet to the taster, ask him to sample it, and then bring it to the woman in question. They oooh and aaah at your outfit and tell you how good you look in it. One reaches out and flicks your cock painfully laughing as she reports to the others that yes, it does appear to really be that small.
About halfway through the meal the Queen's sister's baby cries for milk and she starts to undo her dress to feed it. Queen Abigail stops her. "What are you doing, it is the cupbearer's job to provide drinks." She claps her hands and summons you.
Grimacing you ask how you may serve. Queen Abigail informs you that a guest desires milk. You start to go to fetch some when the Queen tells you it must be fresh breast milk. You grit your teeth and tell the Queen there is none of that available.
Queen Abigail orders you punished for failing to provide for the guests. Soon your pants are pulled down past your ass and you are bent over the table and spanked roughly over and over again. You beg them to stop and protest how unfair this is because you can't possibly provide what is desired.
To your surprise Queen Abigail stops them and says you are right. This isn't fair. She scribbles something on a piece of paper, seals it with some wax and hands it to you. "Go see my physician, she will attend your backside and make you able to do your job again." She says with a smile.
[[Go see the doctor|Aquarius8]]You didn't make this body for yourself for nothing. These men would worship at your breasts even if they were not filling the lucky farmers with wondrous, blessed milk. They have further rites to perform.
You do not need to say a word. The young man moves down and begins to kiss at your clit. It is right there, obvious for him, engorged and receptive to his rough lips you moan out loud with joy as he licks and sucks. His father meanwhile moves behind you, spreading your round ass cheeks so that his tongue can find your perfect little asshole. It doesn't wait long before plunging in.
Your serene countenance almost cracks as the two men are suddenly blessed with the skills necessary to worship your perfect body. You place a hand on each of their head to comfort and guide them. You softly sing your holy hymns as they each slip one finger into your soaking wet pussy. You bless them repeatedly as they worship you.
The sound attracts others. Other farmers, and their wives. Your call does not extend to anyone who is not of age, you make sure of that. Your blessings are not for the young. The old ones though, the grown ones, they all slowly come to you, and one by one or two by two they drink your milk. And then they join the first two on their knees around you. They kiss every inch of your flesh, suck every inch of your blessed body. Only when there is no more space to worship do you cease your call for more.
You feel lips kissing and sucking on every inch of your skin, treating this perfect body with the worship and awe it deserves.
[[Spread Your Milk|EndingSecretMilkGoddess]]You can't really stomach the thought of a rival who draws in the attention of the boys as much as you. Sure she may be motivating them just as much as you, but you can't help but notice she tends to go for 'bad boy' types and that your formerly well-mannered suitors now tweak from chemicals they mix up in abandoned trailers and offer to pay for your meals with money they stole from neighborhoods down the street.
You think you know what the cause of this is. You keep a close eye on your rival, learning her name is Lindsey. She is very sweet to you, claiming that you are best friends, and implying that you guys have more going on when there are boys around to titillate. You put up with it and play along as you figure out how to react to this.
[[She's a Demon! Better Smite Her First Chance I Get!|BuffyImpersonator]]
[[Better Turn up my Charms, Let's Turn Her Minions Against Her|MoreLikeCordelia]]"Yes." You confirm your desire. "This body was amusing but an arch-fiend like myself deserves a more elegant form. Wouldn't you agree?"
The minions nod frantically.
"Good." You say, inspecting your talons and finding them distasteful. "How do I go about doing that?"
"Draining our essence is the best way my <<if $sucsex eq "lady">>Lady<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "liege">>Liege.<<endif>>" Your minions inform you. "Your willing servants give their lives and souls and essence to you!"
"Kneel then." You say. They happily kneel in front of you. You do not get up from your throne, you simply raise your hand and close your eyes and divine if what they say is true. It is. You see your minions as glowing batteries with dozens of strengths and weaknesses. They are like water supplies behind dams. You can sense your own similarly arranged. By mentally opening the gates you can gain their attributes and they yours. You find the femininity of your minions and drain it while giving them your masculinity. It feels wonderful.
When you open your eyes you see your minions have changed first. They are now muscular and powerful, with chiseled jawlines and dashing good looks. You smile at that, an unexpected bonus! Apparently draining their feminine essence left them quite rugged and beefy. Yum yum!
"A mirror." You snap your fingers and they rush to bring you one. The full length mirror displays your gorgeous new body and you can't help but smile.
Your horns are a few inches longer, now sitting on top of thick, black, wavy hair that extends down to your lower back. Your skin is a vibrant red, your face is expressive and lovely with thick lips and smoky eyes. You stand and stretch your body marveling at how delicious your curves are. You smile with pride at your full, heaving breasts, your tiny waistline and your wide, alluring hips and very distracting backside. Your natural heels are a little taller than before you but certainly don't mind the extra swing they put in your step.
Your fingernails and toenails are retractable claws that are a shiny black color. Your teeth are similarly able to pull back within your gums, or grow out into sharper fangs. Finally, a set of bat-like wings stretches from your back. When you pull them in they magically shift into a tattoo on the red skin of your shoulders. Otherwise your skin is unmarked.
You marvel at the beauty of your new body. Everything about you says succubus. You get wet at the thought of putting this body to use.
"I need more minions." You smile at your two loyal subjects. "And I think I have a good idea of [[how to get some|dlustminions]]."
<<set $sucbody = "lady">>
<<set $succrotch = "lady">>"I'm here looking to complete my sex rainbow. I just banged a red girl and I got green and purple yesterday. So you're up blue." You point to your cock. "Hop to it."
Her eyes narrow and she takes a few deep breaths through clenched teeth. "Get the fuck out of here." She says simply.
You blink a few times. Well, that was easy. You slip out of the VIP lounge. Katy and the fallen angel are gone. You curse your luck and try to track her down again. The trail has gone cold.
You realize time has gone by quickly and end up heading back to your room to think over what you could do next.
[[Day Three|SpyLose]]You wake up, get ready, and head out to meet Dagget again.
As you approach you see that he's cleared out a little space in the middle of the work out equipment and he is sparring with another man. The man is about the same size as Dagget, but younger, slightly darker skinned, and sports his short dark hair in a crew cut. They are both shirtless, displaying very nice, beefy physiques, and glistening with a thin layer of sweat. They are sparring with what look like padded quarterstaffs and appear to be very evenly matched.
As they circle each other the new man sees you and holds up a hand, signaling for Dagget to stop. "You've got a visitor." He says, eyeing you very much like a piece of meat. Dagget reaches for a towel and dries his face off.
<<if $elfbonus eq "thief">>"Yeah, what's she wearing?" Dagget asks.
"Um, like some tight jeans and a hoodie?" The man asks, seeming a little caught off guard by the question.
"Goddamn it hipster I told you to change." Dagget snaps, "Oh, fuck it I suppose it could be worse." he shakes his head as he [[lowers the cloth|BDagget3]].<<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "vamp">>"Yeah, what's she wearing?" Dagget asks.
"Not much." The man responds with a happy smile.
"Well I hope you've got some energy left." Dagget says as he lowers the cloth. "We're about to get another workout."
[[Gee what could it be...|BDaggetfuck]]<<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "trained">>"Yeah, what's she wearing?" Dagget asks.
"Um, workout stuff?" The man asks, looking at you questioningly as if wondering why he's being asked this.
"Good." Dagget says, lowering the cloth. [["Let's get started."|BDagget3]]<<endif>><<if $elfbonus eq "fighter">>Dagget dries face off and beckons for you to [[join the two of them.|BDagget3]] <<endif>>Della's face darkens. She grits her teeth, narrows her eyes and you can all but see the steam coming out of her ears. "Mini boobs? MINI BOOBS?!" She screams furiously. "Oh I'll fucking show you bitch."
She snaps her fingers and sways her hips as your hands are stuck in the air again. You feel a little less confident in your smack talking as she traps you here once again.
"Won't need that." She says pulling her hand back and snapping your bra off, the silver-bejeweled bra goes flying off. "Won't fit you anyway since I bet I can..." She makes a grabbing motion with her hands and you wince as you feel invisible fingers squeezing your boobs. "...and then..." She pulls her hands back and your boobs grow with them. And grow. And grow.
By the time she is done your tits look like they can't possibly fit on you. They remain perky and just a little bouncy but each of them are several times the size of your head and it doesn't look like your body would even support them if you weren't an angel.
Giving Della a pleading look you see no mercy in her eyes. "Gonna mock my boobs again?" She asks. You shake your head and start to babble apologies. "Save it." She says and snaps her fingers again. "Get her out." She says to nobody that you can see.
Suddenly you feel your boobs pulling you forward. You stumble in your platformed heels to keep up with them, feeling like you will stumble to the floor and be dragged along it if you don't. You can hear Della snickering at the image of you being led by your own tits to the door.
They smack into the door before you can even reach it and shove it open. There is what looks like a black town car parked outside. The doors open and you find yourself pulled into the car and sprawled out across the backseat as your tits finally stop tugging you. There is nobody in the driver's seat, but the car starts and pulls out.
[[Find Out Where Your Boobs Are Taking You|NirvanaBoobs]]"This can't...this can't be what my role is.." you stammer staring in disbelief at the busty bimbo you now are.
"Oh but it is. It has to be." Della grins. "If it wasn't, I couldn't have changed you." She lets the implications of that sink in for a moment. "So. Now that you're done pouting.." She snaps her fingers and the invisible bonds on your arms vanish and your feet are able to move from the floor. "Let's get you in uniform..."
The far wall opens up revealing rows upon rows of outfits for a woman of your unique sizes.
[[As Much Clothing as Possible Please!|BBpro]]"I'd like something conservative." You say meekly, hoping to hide as much of this body as you can.
"Something that says 'professional' you got it!" Della says with her obnoxiously persistent enthusiasm. Before you can ask 'a professional what?' you find yourself fully clothed again. Sort of.
You glance in the mirror and see your cleavage practically bursting out of a sleeveless white blouse. Only a few of the middle buttons are done, the straps of your black lacy bra are clearly visible and your belly button piercing shows through the open shirt around your midsection. Below that you are wearing an extremely tight, very short black pencil skirt. Your legs are encased in sheer almost see-through black tights and your feet are in four inch open toed black stilettos. Although you can't see it, you can feel the thin string of some slutty panties riding up your ass-crack. Your pink hair is up in a rather loose bun. You look like an exaggeration of the stereotypical secretary.
"Oh perfect. Perfect!" Della says. "One last touch." She cups her hand and slaps it over your left breast. And then squeezes. The sensation is quite tantalizing and your initial reaction to push her away dies quickly as she feels you up. When she moves her hand away you see a nametag with the name 'Cotton Candy' on it. You want to open your mouth to protest but the noise of an elevator opening behind you throws you off.
With a confused look on your ditzy face you turn and see a tall, well-built man with short black hair holding the door open for you.
"Candy, there you are, you're late, get in here!" He snaps.
[[Eeep. Yessir!|Secretary1]]You whisper your 'suggestions' to the plans that the others make, careful to make it seem like everything is still their idea. You point out the traps below you and how to herd the drow into them once you spring the ambush.
It goes off beautifully. One moment the six drow are lurking in ambush, the next the ceiling is falling on them and the ones that live through that are instantly set on with blades and spells. It is a surprisingly easy fight considering how quick and deadly they are.
A few high fives are exchanged afterwards and the bodies looted. The boys feel rich and smart and you grin to yourself at how well that went.
The rest is a breeze after that. You keep them safe from the traps and lead them to the tomb. Once there you 'help' Haroldsen get it open and reclaim the crown.
The journey back seems to fly by and is filled with laughter and joy. You are hugged and kissed by all of them at some point or another, but they are all complete gentlemen otherwise.
When you return to the city and provide the crown to the General's men so that he can return it to the dwarves there is a great feast thrown in your honor. You stick to the background as much as possible, other than making sure everyone who can hear knows the story of the four men who rescued the crown of the old dwarven kings and helped unite the clans.
As the midnight hour strikes, you find yourself fading away, smiling with the knowledge that you were completely successful in this.
When Gloria fades into view she is equally elated. She happily informs you how the hobgoblins were crushed and peace and prosperity in the name of the Maker is celebrated throughout the land, and all four of the men you helped have become legendary heroes. You couldn't have done a better job!
[[What's Next?|MortalJobs]]
<<set $clericjob = "locked">>
<<set $gumshoejob = "unlocked">>You stake out Seven's office. It isn't hard to find, it's right in the middle of the Wheel's richest tables, up on the highest floor. Well, relatively speaking that is.
You lean up against one of the columns that pepper this area of the casino and wait for him to emerge. You see his attendants, all dressed as casino employees rushing about taking care of menial tasks. One however seems more scared than the others as he rushes into the office and slams the door. You smile, figuring this must be news of the rumors you've spread reaching the top.
Soon afterwards Seven emerges from his office. He takes the shape of a portly human wearing the finest clothes. He is said to be a god of luck, but oddly he manages to trip and fall on his way out. Weird.
You follow him at a distance and aren't surprised at all to see he is heading for the docks. You take up a position nearby high on a crane, screwing on the distance modifier for your gun you take in the scene.
You see Seven standing in the shadow of a large transport. Deeper in the shadows you see the form of the devil moving about. It doesn't seem to hold still, even when not walking. You see a mass of tentacles floating just above the surface, and you can't see anything above her waist.
They are definitely working together. Negotiating. Your fears are confirmed. You have a clear shot at Seven. Not so much at the demon.
[[Take out Seven|DeadSeven2]]
[[Try to Take out the Devil|Devilrape]]"So uh, yeah listen toots." You say, taking a drag on you smoke and doing your best to act like a hardened renegade that deals with these situations all the time. "This little scheme you got going with ol' Seven here? Chant round the campfire is he's playing you." A hiss like an angry snake comes from the shadows around you. "Hey don't eat the messenger babe." You say, holding your hands up as if totally innocent. "But I'm hearing that whatever this thing is you guys are working on, he ain't dealin you the full hand if you know what I mean."
"You may leave alive." Is the only response you get. From the tone of the voice this sounds like an excellent deal to you. You smile as you leave, knowing that this will set up an encounter later on that you might be able to take advantage of.
[[Stake out Seven|SevenWatch]]Feeling both amused and aroused you slide into Tiffany's lap. Her leg under you is hard as steel and the chest you find yourself leaning up against is nearly as muscular.
<<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>She slides her hands up your stockinged leg and squeezes it, making you acutely aware of how much more soft and girly you are than her.<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>Her hand quickly finds one of your breasts and squeezes it presumptuously. You gasp with indignation and surprise and make eye contact with her to which she shrugs and smiles.<<endif>>
"You're a bit more bold when your parents aren't watching huh?" You say, still not sure how to process this. You had been planning horrible vengeance but this playfully attractive tough girl princess is throwing your plans off.
"Beautiful sorceresses stripping down to their underwear have that effect on me." She says, and leans in for a kiss.
You tilt your head and meet her halfway, the two of you locking lips passionately. Her hand wraps around the back of your head, forming a fist in your thick dark hair and holding you in place as she kisses you. Her other hand squeezes your soft thigh and you run yours under her rough shirt to caress her breasts through her cami.
You make out with her slowly and carefully, all the while trying not to lose your calm. When she tries to position herself to toss you onto the bed you resist enough to make her stop. "No." You say firmly. You silence her pout with a finger on her lips. "Not until my job is done."
It takes her a few moments to remember what that is, you're that distracting. "Well, what uh, what if I helped you get it done faster?" She offers.
You grin. Jackpot.
[[Give yourself to her if she does your dirty work|Tifffun]]As the door opens you turn to face it. A man enters. He is wearing a loose fitting white robe tied with a simple brown rope and simple sandals. He is very slightly overweight, decently muscled, and has tanned skin. His hair is a shaggy mop that hangs around his eyes in a medium brown shade and he has a sort of kind, honest face that is attractive in a boy next door sort of way. He is the same height as you.
He looks at you right in the eyes and greets you in a cordial manner. He seems a little surprised at first but shrugs it off and extends his hand for a hearty handshake. His grip is quite strong and earnest.
He beckons for you to sit in the comfortable white chair in the middle of the room, <<if $succlothes eq "toga">>looking away as you nearly flash him when you sit down thanks to your short toga.<<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "habit">>chatting the whole time about how nice the Church is.<<endif>>
"You can call me Matthias." He begins. So my friend." He says when you are sitting. "I am told you have come to learn the ways of the Maker and His Love! You have made a wondrous choice that will surely benefit your life!"
You manage to maintain your composure as you realize that Julia has arranged for this young novice to come and try to convert you, and she wishes to study his reactions to your sensual essence. You ponder whether you should attempt to really give Julia a show...
[[Nah, Just Let Her see His Reaction to My Presence|SLDX1BoyPassive]]
[[Oh yes, Seduce the heck outta Him!|SLDX1BoyActive]]You approach the symbol of the Lioness. It growls and comes to life and charges at you as you approach, jumping straight at you. The moment it touches you, you are elsewhere.
The hot sun beats down on your dark skin and your weapons shine in the bright light as you march through the gates of the ancient palace. You are Kashta, Lioness of the Desert, and your nomad warriors have sacked the greatest city of the world.
Your long, muscular legs are glistening with sweat from the fights you've just won. Your feet are wrapped in tough leather straps, cutting off circulation at the calves to prevent you from feeling the pain of your long march and battle. Your thick dreadlocks are pulled back into a tight leather loop, a loin cloth made of lion skin protects your sensitive areas, but other than that you are naked.
Your warriors are unorganized but highly skilled. The loot of this rich city breaks their ranks as they start to pillage and loot. The beautiful, spoiled, soft city dwellers are theirs for the taking.
By the time you have entered the throne room, you are alone of your people. You see the king's son and daughter huddling together here, shouting about how this is a sacred place that you cannot enter. The carved stone room is open to the elements, a cool breeze flows through it. Fine vases filled with rare flowering plants and peacock feathers line the room.
You don't stop, it turns out they are very wrong. You grin a triumphant, predatory grin at them. They are both barely adults, young, beautiful, not muscled at all. You could break both of them in half. They both wear a short white toga and laurel crowns. They are lighter skinned than you and look at you with wide, blue eyes.
"Your father is dead. His army is broken. His treasures are mine, his city is mine." You say as they back away from you terrified. "You are mine."
You sit down in his wooden and ivory throne. It feels good.
[[Order them to Pleasure You|LeoBG]]<h1><center>A Toy of the Khans</center></h1>"You were right old friend." One Marku chief says to another. "The Anwar are not so much a threat as the degenerates in the mountain. This hellish thing proves it. I will join you."
You groan as you realize that your attack has convinced the Marku to unite, something they have not truly done in centuries. At a great ceremony that evening the chieftan is declared a Khan and the unification begins.
You are kept secured in magical chains and taken into the largest tent where you are secured to a secred totem. "This succubus shall be our token of victory this day and a symbol of the Marku superiorty, a demon chained to our sacred totem." The new Khan declares. "She shall serve us well."
You hang your head as you realize you have little other choice.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingMarkuToy = "yes">>You walk arm in arm with Erik outside of the great hall and into the castle corridors. He is leading you towards the Gardens when you stop him, put a hand on his chest, then ball it into a fist and use the fabric you've gathered to drag him into a room off to the side.
It's a small little room, but a rather cozy one. Currently unoccupied, it has a large open window that was once used by the Court Historian as light to write accounts by. You aren't surprised to see the books haven't been updated in years.
"Oh Erik." You say sweetly, staring up at him, letting go of his shirt. "Isn't it awful to see each other like this?"
<<if $clothes eq "sorcprincess">>He can barely drag his eyes away from your impressive cleavage, and the look on his face says the idea that there is anything awful about how you look is very contradictory to his thoughts at the moment. His tongue licks over his dry lips and he eventually comments. "Yes, terrible."<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "sorc">>Erik can barely stop staring at your body. Your skimpy little pretender at a dress is not disguising your milky curves or your graceful movements in the slightest. Your perfectly styled hair and sensual makeup, although it isn't getting much attention, makes you quite the opposite of his frumpy queen. "I uh, think it's great to see you." He says clumsily<<endif>> A rather large erection tents in his pants.
"No, I mean so close, and yet unable to touch each other." You say, doing exactly that as you reach up and place your hands on his shoulders. "Like the way we used to. Do you remember?" A part of him definitely remembers. It threatens to rip right through his pants it is straining against them so much.
He's putty in your hands. You just have to shape it just a little...
[[Make him fuck you|MalErikfuck]]
[[Make him worship you|MalErikdomme]]
[[You don't get to decide, he rocks your world first.|Erikontop]]The car drives through the bright streets of paradise. You see many angels going about their business. You try to bang on the windows for help but every time you raise your fists you boobs tug you back towards the middle of the bench seat and yank you away from the windows.
Eventually you leave the city proper and drive on a well paved road through some cloudy foothills near the city. You round a curving road and in a little gulley you see a bustling nightclub. It looks odd to see such a place so active in the bright noon light of paradise. There are many cars, carriages, and other arcane modes of transportation parked outside, male angels staggering out as if intoxicated and exhausted, and loud music coming from the inside.
Your car pulls around the back and your boobs yank you out the door and you stagger to follow them to the back. Some lingering male angels shout cheers at the sight of your gigantic breasts as the back door opens and lets you in.
Once inside the door slams shut behind you and your boobs finally stop pulling you forward. You sigh in relief. Around you is a dressing room where a lot of very, very, very, good looking angel women are in various states of undress. A few glance at you and smirk or laugh but most are too busy changing for their next act to notice you.
Not quite sure what to do you hold up a hand to try to get somebody's attention, but nobody seems to have time for you. After a few moments a woman wearing a black skirt suit rounds the corner, inspecting the girls as she goes and stops when she comes to you. She holds up a clipboard and glances down at it. "Cotton Candy." She looks up at you then stares at your breasts for a moment. "I suppose we were due for another one. You'll be on the far end." She points and you walk in that direction.
As you walk you see the girls you are passing have larger and larger breasts. Apparently the dressing rooms are organized by cup size. the commonly used ones just leave the doors open, but none of the girls in any of them are as stacked as you. You try to open the first closed door you see but it won't open for you. You try the next one and it won't open either. And the next. Finally the very last door in the long line of rooms and it opens for you.
There is nobody inside and it looks like nothing has been moved in some time. Apparently you are the only one this big here. Sighing, you sit down in front of the mirror. You're not sure what you're supposed to do here, thanks to Della's transformation of you you're already wearing thick glittery makeup and dressed as stripper. You stand and look through the closet and find a bikini top that actually will fit you and lift your hefty breasts into it.
As you're doing this the woman in the suit returns. She is petite, bottle blonde, and very stern looking. "Candy." She addresses you. "I'm not going to bother with training. None of the Seraphs are going to care how you move about. Just get out there and bounce around and you'll be a hit. Okay, get going." She taps the wall with her clipboard and a door appears. "When you see this door it's your turn out there. When you see it again you can come back here." Apparently that's it.
[[Get pulled out|NirvanaBoobs2]]"I didn't find out til I saw the film the next day." Stevenson is saying. "I didn't even know she was his daughter. I swear. I didn't even know she lived here. I didn't know til I saw." He's sobbing.
"There will be some people coming." You say to him evenly. "People who have a lot of questions. You'd better answer them." Stevenson nods.
You walk to the phone by the bed. "You're going to call your butler and tell him to let the police in." He sobs and nods. After he's done with that, you call Bower who has the police there in no time.
When they arrive, you've shot Stevenson up with just a little of the needle and he's stoned lying next to you in the bed. You fake surprise when the police come in and continue to play the role of the ditzy starlet. You tell them how Mr. Stevenson insisted on confessing to you, so you called your friend Mr. Bower, knowing he'd know the right thing to do. They buy your story and let you go.
Bower gives you a ride back. You tell him the whole story on the way. As you finish he pulls a u-turn and turns into Oakgrove. He drives down the streets until he finds China Mike, laughing by a hot dog stand as his men push the vendor around.
You stay in the car, still in lingerie under the trenchcoat Bower loaned you, and watch, amazed, as the old man who could barely stand up the first time you met guns down three of Mike's thugs and holds the man himself on his knees at gunpoint until the police arrive. When they search him you see a very long, wide-bladed knife removed from Mike's boots. There's your murder weapon.
When Bower returns to the car, his trenchcoat is riding shotgun without you in it.
[[Back to Gloria|Grealendingwrapup]]You offer your hand to the boy. He looks up at you, confused and takes it. You pull him up to face you and stand to take him in, letting him know you are judging. And then you surprise him again.
"I understand." You say firmly. "We all want to hurt those who harm us. We all want to be respected. Some even wish to be feared. These are human problems. You can overcome them, you've just proven that."
You make a cross in front of him. "I forgive you." You say simply. "Will you come back to His side?"
The boy's face lights up. He clearly didn't anticipate this as an option. "Yes! Thank you!" He says, bolting forward and wrapping his arms around your slender waist he hugs you tight.
For a second you are worried that he is just copping a feel, but no, this is an innocent hug. He's happy to be welcome back. He didn't think he would be. "Thank you! Thank you!" He repeats.
Feeling quite motherly, you hug him back.
"Nicely done." Della says, a tone of rather shocked respect in her voice as reality starts to swirl. You have time to say goodbye before you fade away.
[[Back to Mercyland|Mercy2]] <<set $Mercy = "Advocate">>"Put down your buckets, blessed farmers. Drink freely of me." You say, as if preaching. They do not need to be told twice. Each man latches onto one gigantic breast and starts to suck as if his life depends on it. Your sweet, blessed milk flows into them.
They bend down, lifting your breasts in their hands to bring your nipples to their mouths. The release is exquisite. You moan with supreme joy as they drain your wondrous milk. It feels so good. Better than anything you have ever felt before. You feel yourself relaxing, slowly leaning back against the hay bales and then sliding them down them. Your suckling attendants follow you, never letting go of your nipples, until you are sitting on the floor, back against a hay bale, completely relaxed and overjoyed as they gulp down your milk.
It is not quite an orgasmic pleasure, but it is a joy of a different sort. You feel purpose, an almost holy compulsion burns in your mind as you realize that this must be why you were put here, to feed your milk to the people of this land.
Why, with you feeding them these people could be fed and happy forever. They would not need to labor, or war, or follow anyong else. You could be their goddess...their Milky Messiah...yes, perhaps that is why you were put here.
You feel Julia's magic tugging you back to her tower. You are very tempted to shrug it off and begin living your true purpose. But another voice in your head tells you to abandon this crazy dream and return to your Holy Mistress.
What do you do? <<set $milky = "suckle">>
[[Go Back to Julia's Side|MilkGGJulia]]
[[Shrug Off Her Spell, Spread Your Holy Milk to the People!|MilkyMessiah]]While you may be a powerful creature born of fire deep in the earth, you gained your position through lust after all and is from this essence that you bless your most skilled and deserving followers.
<<if $mkcinder eq "dead">>Where they are ugly they become pleasing. Where they are misshaped they become perfect. While the forms they take are diverse from athletic to slender to curvaceous to androgynous those who are blessed by you become sexual creatures who excite those around them and find themselves blessed with amazing stamina and skill.<<endif>><<if $mkcinder eq "stud">>Those who are blessed become strong, muscular, taut, and masculine. The men become large beefcakes and the women become athletic powerhouses that can stand toe to toe with any man. Dominance and power are the law are as weakness and femininity are seen as undesirable as the people change to receive your blessing. Their sexual skill and stamina increases drastically, and rough, harsh sex sounds off loudly throughout the valley after training for battle ends.<<endif>><<if $mkcinder eq "bitch">>You give the men and women your blessing, but it is your blessing after all and you tailor it as you see fit. Sex appeal comes with inviting eyes, full lips, hairless skin and eye-catching curves. The women and men both become essentailly amazons, often distinguishable only from their cocks which you often leave unaltered. They are lovely, sexy, powerful creatures that serve your every whim, and enjoy doing so greatly.<<endif>>
Needless to say, your blesing is highly sought after. While Stedt from the other villages are trickly in, you decide after the winter that enough time has passed and your power is solid enough that it is time to unify the mountain dwellers once and for all.
[[Beat the War Drums|CinderSpring2]]
<<set $stedtbonus = "sexy">>
<<set $power += 1>>"Well. I suppose it wouldn't hurt if I played with fire" you leer at your curvaceous minions as they giggle at your clever, sexy joke.
Your minions start to dance around you, their burning hair whipping about like two campfires. It doesn't cause you any discomfort at all, in fact it feels wonderful to have their fire-hair rubbed against you. They kiss your ox-like face and your muscular arms and twirl about you.
One of them jumps into your arms, spreading her legs as she does and spearing herself on your cock. A devious gleam shines in her burning eyes as starts to lift herself off of it and back down again frantically. Meanwhile her sister is behind you, sucking on your tail and rubbing its length between her breasts and legs. You swiftly wrap it around her waist and shove it down her back and in one quick motion up her ass. The squeal that produces is its own reward.
You have no problem concentrating on fucking both of them at the same time, one of them held with her thighs in your hands as she bounces on your dick, the other held tightly to your back as you fuck her up her tight little ass with your tail. Soon, both of them are squealing and screaming and telling you how wonderful of a master the mighty <<print $dname>> is.
When you cum it is like a volcano erupting. Your semen is hot like lava and flows deeply into your minion's sizzling slit. You know it will not produce children, two demons together cannot, but that doesn't make it any less fun.
You pull that fiery little minx off your cock and unwrap your tail around her sister, pulling her to stand in front of you. You smile at them. "Good girls." You say, slapping their asses. You then step through the portal.
[[Convert the Stedt|Cinder]]You pull up to your apartment, but you see too much foot traffic. Blushing you park at Bower's office and duck in there, hoping he's passed out.
No such luck.
"Hey bimbo this ain't the place for..." Bower's voice trails off as you turn around. "Marx?" He says, stunned. "Goddamn." It is very clear what he has in mind as he approaches you.
[[Discourage Him, Quickly|G2FrenhNo]]
[[Let Him do it|G2Frenchyes]]You concentrate hard on the little blip of difference in your featureless lack of perception. You concentrate extremely hard, with all of your willpower. It becomes a noise, although one you can barely understand.
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[[Ribbit.|Slaad2]]You use your demonic vision to see what is marching from the first walled city toward your position. It is a force of armed men with simple swords and lamellar armor and priests in white robes bearing symbols of the maker.
<<if $power eq 2>>The force outnumbers yours slightly.<<endif>><<if $power eq 3>>Your forces outnubmer them slightly.<<endif>> <<if $power gte 4>>It seems like a puny gathering next to the massive array of manpower you have at your disposal.<<endif>>
At the head of the force, mounted on a camel-like beast is a man with a thick beard carrying a mace and wearing an armored robe. Some sort of warrior-priest.
You do not wait to hear what he has to say. You know an organized army when you see one.
"Attack." you say to your combined forces. With a mighty roar they follow your command and swarm the field.
<<if $power lte 2>>[[Battle|CS2]] <<endif>><<if $power gte 3>>[[Battle|CS3]]<<endif>>With some regret your bring your hand up between your lips and push her away.
"I am sorry my friend." You say. "But I have work to do below, I cannot get lost in the clouds."
The water girl nods, once again showing respect for you. "Then return, and take my people to their fate." Her body breaks apart, turning back into the rain that formed it as the cloud slowly lowers you to the ground.
The next thing you know you are waking up, wondering if that really happened.
[[Wake Up, Push on|SMarku3]]"The Maker has given you order!" He yells in disdain to the people gathered. "He has given you purpose! Rules! A reason to live!" There is some desperation in the angels voice.
"What has this hell-whore ever given her people?" He screams defiantly and turns to you for your answer.
"Shall I demonstrate?" You respond to a roar of agreement from your followers.
<<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>You hold out your hand a sword is tossed to you. It is one of the finest that your smiths have created.
"I have given my people the power of industry and civilization." You say swinging your sword at the angel. "And I have taught them to fight." You whirl with a frenzied but controlled aggression at him. He cannot keep up with your martial technique. Your move like a whirlwind, chopping, kicking, and slicing him until he is down on his knees before you.
You stick the sword in the ground and shake your head as you stare down at him. "It would seem your god did not do the same for you."<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "fertile">>"What have I given my people?" You say with a cocky smile, your hips waving gracefully as you approach him. Your followers laugh as the women rub their pregnant bellies and the men do the same to their children, at least those that know which one is theirs.
"Joy beyond knowing." You smile. "Familes that swell in size, communities that grow quickly, constant, mind-blowing sex." You lean in and whisper these words into his ear. He would respond. He would strike you if he could. But the stupid angel cannot.
From the moment you began to shake your hips towards him his cock has grown larger and larger and his brain has been assailed with thoughts of breeding. Something the poor angel can never do thanks to his divine status. He looks at your gorgeous body with base need burning in his eyes.
"Not something you get a lot of in Heaven is it?" You smirk at him to the delight of your followers.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "earth">>While you have shed the image of the Earth Goddess in part, it remains a great source of strength for you. The Stedt and Marku alike praise your ability to compel the stone and soil to move for you. This angel will now discover your power.
"I have given my people the gift of the Earth." You say as you reach into your essence and invoke your powers. "I share my magic with my followers. If only your god did the same."
With a sudden motion you move your hand into a claw and jerk it upwards. As you do so two hands form from the stone under the angels feet and shoot upwards, grabbing his thighs and holding them still. As he topples backwards another set of hands erupts from the ground and holds him steady in nearly a reclining position. He struggles uselessly against his rocky bondage.<<endif>>
"<<print $dname>>! <<print $dname>>!" Your followers chant. This time you hear many of the Anwar on the walls chanting long.
[[Take Advantage Sexually|adfr2s]]
[[Take Advantage Physically|adfr2p]]The ship isn't hard to find. The logs of who has come and gone are sketchy but acquiring several dozen chips and then bribing one of the valets gets you the information quickly enough.
The ship looks like it used to be a personal craft of a wealthy spacefarer, now converted into the greater devil's personal ship. It is pitch black and its surface appears to writhe in the light. A half dozen rather rough looking devil thugs patrol the decks.
[[Attempt to Bluff Your Way on|PrismaticBluff]]
[[Try to Shoot your way in|EndingNotTangledEnough]]You've had enough of this.
<<if $jug2 eq "guns">>You walk up to the geeks and grab the microphone away from them, shoving them to the ground much to the delight of the crowd.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>You shoot out from behind the curtains, riding on the air as your suit allows you to and snatch the mic out of the geek's hand, bowling them over in the process, which the crowd seems to enjoy.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>You leap at the little geeks and take the mic from one's hand without ruffling a hair on their bodies just to show that you can. And then you quickly tap several pressure points and smirk as they find themselves unable to move. The crowd likes them better this way.<<endif>>
When the light applause dies down you walk to the edge of the stage and hop down to sit on the edge of it, crossing your legs and letting the mask pull back from your face. The seraphs are right there next to you and they seem very happy to see someone who looks like you. "Hey boys." You say in a friendly voice. "You sick of listening to these guys spout bullshit as I am?"
The response is practically a roar of agreement and another round of applause. Oh they like you now.
"Look, my name isn't really <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Lacy<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Bambi<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>Bouncy<<endif>>, and I'm sure you knew that. I've also never been a stripper. Sorry to spoil your fantasies." You say playfully. "I'm just a girl who has orders, same as all of you do. Wanna know what they are?" They're listening intently to you now.
"I'm going to use this powersuit to crush anything they send us up against. And that should make your jobs easier." They don't seem terribly convinced. "But on top of that, I'm part of the merit system now." A few of the brighter ones perk up at that. You nod at one. "Yeah, you got it. You win a small trophy, you get a blowjob. You win a big one, you get a lot more, you cap the Adversary, I'm yours for good."
The men are staring at you now, obviously not expecting you to be so open about this. "So, maybe having a woman in the field isn't such a bad thing after all?" You smile and tease.
"You do anal?" One yells out.
"Like a pro." You say evenly.
"You ever fought before?" Another yells.
"Yes." You say simply. You're not sure why that's true but you know it is. Maybe in your past life, you shake off the memory, you have to concentrate on the present.
"So what do we call you?" Is the next question.
"You heard me, I follow my orders. I'm Miss <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Lacy<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Bambi<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>Bouncy<<endif>> <<if $jug3 eq "green">>Champagne<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "blue">>Cookies<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "white">>Glitter<<endif>> from here out."
"Who decides who gets the awards?" A soldier yells out.
"I do." You say, without thinking.
At that point the soldiers appear ready to practically rush the stage, you're curious to see what happens but get interrupted by Captain Stone's voice. He was scheduled to be out here with you, and you realize he probably could have shut down your little improv session anytime he wanted, but he let it go on.
"Ease up boys, you'll get plenty of shots at her. And there's a lot of work we gotta do. Get ready to move out, we're deploying."
There is rumbling of dissent but the crowd slowly departs, leering, winking, and making not at all subtle suggestions at you as they go. You smile and wave happily at them from your perch on the edge of the stage until Stone lifts you up from behind, sets you on your feet and shakes his head at you.
"Get back there." He slaps your ass as the two of you head offstage. His hand hits your backside with a heavy metallic clang and you can see him wince and shake it out when he thinks you're not looking.
[[Hey, the Show Had to Go On|Juggtrophyrollout]]
<<set $jug4 = "hbic">>The Great Balancer's tournament takes place in a very strange part of space, where gigantic cube shaped plaentoids form a miles-wide ring around a gas giant.
The cube shaped planets are littered with relics from ancient battles. Weapons from all times and places can be found here, including any that nobody knows how to use.
The Great Balancer holds court on the largest and most stable of these cubes, and the various contestants are taken by transports to different smaller cubes and dropped there. They are then left to find the other fighters and beat them. Once beaten, the contestants are removed by the same transports if the winner allows them to live.
Hovering all over are tiny little cameras that broadcast everything through the large screens that the live audience on the Balancer's cube and billions of fans watching throughout the universe can see as they root for their favorite contestants. Cheating is always attempted, but severely punished.
You make your way to to the Balancer's cube-palace.
[[Register for the Tournament|IK]]
//Unfinished Path - Immortal Kombat//
//Unfortunately this path is unfinished. Click [[Here|Start]] if you would like to start over and explore another path.//<<remember $UFPImmortalKombat = "yes">>
You make your way through the city, but eventually you leave the city proper and come to a well paved road through some cloudy foothills near the city. You round a curving road and in a little gulley you see a bustling nightclub. It looks odd to see such a place so active in the bright noon light of paradise. There are many cars, carriages, and other arcane modes of transportation parked outside, male angels staggering out as if intoxicated and exhausted, and loud music coming from the inside.
You arrive at the front of the building. The bouncer, a gigantic creature that appears to have scales and ridges coming from his back looks at you once and jerks his thumb to the employee entrance. A glare from him discourages the many males coming in and out to stay away from you for the time being.
The employee entrance door vanishes as you approach and you step in.
Inside there are several rows of dressing rooms. Females with bodies similar to yours mill about changing outfits and preparing for their next acts. Nobody seems to pay much attention to you. Despite your exotic appearance, you fit in pretty well here.
You stand there feeling a bit lost for a moment before a stern looking bottle blonde in a dark skirt suit walks up to you carrying a clipboard. She points you to a dressing room about halfway down the hall, slaps your ass with the clipboard and heads off.
[[Well, I guess that's where I go...|StripperStart]]As you are serving the dessert you interrupt their discussion to mention that there are more than two genders. This was going to be your excuse for letting the princess have her way with you previously, so you had this speech prepared. Julia picks up on it right away and asks you to explain. You tell Christina and Julia that in your homeland a third gender exists, with the bodies of women but private parts of men. You then casually throw in that you are one of them. You then even more casually suggest that you show them.
Both Julia and Christina stammer excuses about how they are only going along with this to experience the new culture of your homeland. You smile and take their hands and lead them to a private little pool on a balcony of Julia's tower. Here you will have some privacy.
Julia casts a spell and heats the water, the three of you help each other undress and you step out of your lady in waiting outfit and display your body for them.
"Definitely not a woman." Christina agrees. "There certainly aren't rules against his union, right Ms. Bishop of Circles?" She smiles at Julia.
"Certainly not. Nor does the Maker frown on multiple women enjoying the attention of one man...I believe this qualifies." The two of them join you in nakedness and you slip into the pool.
What follows is a lovely night of bringing the two of them together. Your talented fingers and lips do just as much work as your cock does. Julia never touches your cock, she seems much more interested in Christina, only giving your member a few perfunctory strokes when the princess is watching. By the end of the night you are lying under both of them at once as they seem much more interested in each other than you.
When the Princess finally leaves Julia snuggles up to you and kisses your cheek. "Thank you." She says. "You were right about her. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
[["But what happens to me?"|JC32]]The gunshot isn't heard in the club. Or maybe it is and nobody cares. Mike's goons are too high and drunk and distracted with cheap girls to worry about him. It isn't until the next day that his body is found. The papers hail the execution as the best that's happened in years. When Sergeant Thomas arrives and examines the body he finds a long, thick blade on Mike's belt, one that measures just the same as the wounds on Ashley Morgan. He shows it to Bower. The old detective relaxes and heads out to his car. He never comes back to his office.
Three days later, Trashman Johnny Trim is executed. His death is observed by nobody except the executioner, a cub reporter for the local paper, and a very well dressed old man who displays no emotion except a satisfied nod when the bum's death is announced.
You see these things as your body leaves this city and all of its grief behind. Was justice done? Maybe not entirely, but you avenged Ashley Morgan and freed Oakgrove of a brutal gangster, and that's gotta count for something. Doesn't it?
Mixed emotions fill you as Gloria announces [[your next assignment.|MortalJobs]]
<<set $gumshoejob = "finished">>
<<set $falloutjob = "unlocked">>
<<set $gbonus = "femmefatale">>The tribal male is shouting vulgar obscenities at your Calpho. He is telling her how his cock will make her forget she ever wanted to wear clothes and how giving birth to his young will be the finest thing she has ever done. How she will service his every need all winter until she gives birth and will continue to be his slave until he takes her again in the coming fall. By centaur law a mated female is all but the slave of her man.
Calpho slows enough that the male slows to mount her and then you make your move. Galloping quickly up behind he barely has time to react as you rear up and bring your bulk crashing down on top of him sending him to all four knees. Your cock is hard from the pursuit, although he does not appear to be quite ready for you, you slam in anyway taking him with rough, brutal force.
"You would take my woman?" You sneer down at him. "I think you will serve better as a second wife." He is bellowing with outrage and some pain as you mount him. "What say you Calpho?" You call to her, her tail is stretching under her legs and she is rubbing herself with it greedily as she watches the two of you.
"Oh Theops you have found the perfect bride." She gushes. "I will braid his hair and clean him and dress him in pretty things for you...." she coos at him as he struggles under you. The struggles just turn you on more. You are happy to realize you were right, this reluctant male bride is more fun to breed with than any woman would be. He is yelling incoherently as you fuck him into submission, your big dick making him beg for you to be gentle which you promise you will if he submits to you. Sobbing, he agrees. Even as he does so Calpho taunts him with how she will teach him to clean you and attend to you and serve your every need, just as he would have made her do for himself.
After he has promised on his life to serve as your wife until a male is able to claim him from you, you pull him up and slap his haunches and direct him to your stables. You declare your experiment a huge success. As you share your results with Calpho you propose that the more wives you gather in this manner the less tribal males the civilized folks nearby will have to be concerned with. Her eyes light up as she goes to set another trap...
Unfortunately you feel your soul slipping from this centaur and [[returning to Limbo|Zodiac]] but you are happy to know your unconventional nudge to his breeding season has made his world a much more safe place.You don't have the technology or the tools to do any real forensics. The crime scene tells you nothing and the lack of witnesses tells you even less.
The victim's friends didn't know her well, she had only recently arrived from the beyond and seemed happy to be free of her demonic overlords. Nobody had gotten in a fight with her or expressed any negative thoughts to her.
So you decide to see if you can lure the killer out again. You disguise yourself as a factory worker, simple black skirt, plain shoes, plain short sleeved shirt, and shuffle out of the Factory at night a few times a week.
Exactly a month after the first body was found, the killer strikes again. You almost don't hear him coming, but you duck the grapple attempt just in time and your training and instincts do the rest. In a few quick moves you've got him disarmed and in serious pain. The knife he used is clutched tightly in your hand as you hold him to the ground.
He's wiry and looks very unhinged. He's screaming about killing all the whores and drinking their blood. He's completely insane.
[[Bring him to trial|EndingLawmaker]]
[[Execute him on the spot|EndingExecutioner]]You concentrate enough to hear your own thoughts again over the demands of the sword. With great concentration and titanic strength you are able to resist its commands to plunge itself into your own heart and feed your soul to it. Your entire body trembles and sweat pours down your demonic brow as you hold the sword in front of you. The slightest break in your concentration and the sword will overcome your will and kill you. You know you must act quickly.
[[Toss it Back in the pit|SwordPit]]
[[Toss it into the void of wildspace|SwordSpace]]You part your lips and make a circle of them, pressing your mouth together and then opening it again as you blow a kiss at him without using your hands. It's all the encouragement the young man needs. In a moment he's taken his fathers spot at the stool.
"Hi." He says nervously. "I uh, think maybe I should keep milking. Uh, yeah, that's what the wizards want." You smile at him, and he takes ahold of your breasts and starts to milk you. You moan happily as the release showers your thighs and stomach with your own milk.
"You're very good at this." You encourage him.
"Well, you're a great animal to work with." He says back, marveling at how exquisite your large breasts are in his hands and how responsive they are to his tugging and pressure. You can smell his erection growing and when you open your eyes just a little you can see it mounting.
"You deserve a reward for doing your job so well." You didn't mean to say that, you realize Julia must have cast one of her spells. He nods in agreement and seeing your eyes on his cock he starts to pull it out of the flaps in his simple trousers.
Before you know it, he's pulled the stool closer and is sitting there happily as you bob your head up and down on his rather nice cock. You moan happily along with him, enjoying this nearly as much as he does. He comes in your mouth very quickly, and you swallow it all down, very much enjoying the flavor.
"Son!!!" An alarmed voice screams and you fill his limp dick being pulled from your mouth as his father yanks him off of you. "You don't know what that thing is or what will happen!" He screams in frustration. "These damned wizards need to get it out of here no...oh." He seems a little surprised as he fades from your view.
You find yourselves back in your chamber. Julia is there now laughing, quite amused at the show you put on.
[[Get the Results|MilkResults]]<<if $malvanity eq "notdone">>You approach the bed, but feel yourself repelled by some sort of force field that you cannot see. You try to shove your way through it but it resists your efforts.
"Having problems?" The mirror says drearily. "I can only watch you fumble at that for a few more minutes before it will be boring. Your bed is enchanted to keep dirty things out. You qualify for that at the moment my little body-thief. Sit down at the vanity, get clean, and you'll be able to take your beauty nap. I'm sure you'll find it quite peaceful."
[[Seems Rational...|MalleVanity]]
[[Reconsider|MalBedRoom]]<<endif>><<if $malvanity eq "done">>You slide into the covers, your newly shaved and lotioned skin feeling exquisite against the perfect satin. You sigh dreamily and close your eyes as you pull the blankets up over your body. This is the luxury you deserve. Sure being a large breasted sorceress clone wasn't exactly your first choice of a path to power, but it will do.
As you sink into the soft bed you see a shape materializing at the foot of it. So relaxed you don't panic at all you lift your head and see a dark man staring back at you. He has a natural bronze tone to his skin, dark black hair that matches your own, although not nearly as long, and a thin, well maintained goatee. He is completely naked. He is not bulky, but quite athletic in build, like a professional swimmer. The package that hangs between his legs is quite impressive. The only inhuman thing about him, other than his entrance, are two small horns that grow from his forehead.
"Welcome back my Queen." He says, bowing low. The mirror is snickering like mad.
Of course. Of course a self-styled Sorceress Queen would enchant her bed to summon an incubus when she lays down in it.
[[Now this is Room Service|MalIncTop]]
[[I Don't Want this, but Better Play Along...|MalIncBot]]
[[Command it to Depart|MalIncNo]]<<set $malbed = "done">><<endif>>You decide to approach the gathering peacefully. If you can convince the Marku to join with you, you'll have much better success against the Anwar. You order the bulk of your forces to make camp a distance away form the clearing that is just far enough to not be aggressive and just close enough that they can come running if you call.
You summon Marku who have joined your cause to your palanquin and discuss how to present yourself. The first thing they tell you is that most Marku don't just walk into a gathering like this naked if they wish to be taken seriously as a leader. You are a bit sad to hear that but you decide you can put on clothes just this once. But what sort though?
While more advanced than the Stedt, the Marku live in a very hot and humid climate and aren't exactly big on clothing for the most part. You don't have much of a problem letting them braid some decorative jewelry and feathers into your thick black hair, where they hang alongside a few Stedt totems. You also don't object to the ornate necklaces and jewelry that they drape over you. The decision must be made when you need to decide actual clothing to wear.
Traditionally the Marku recognize three types of persons as worthy of respect and leadership. Elders and those of great wisdom wear form covering robes. Shamans typically wear bright blue cloth symbolizing the air over their breasts and genitals. Warriors usually wear tough leather over their forearms and sensitive parts and cover their skulls with ornate helmets. Which do you wish to dress as?
[[An Elder, they will respect my wisdom|SM5eld]]
[[A Shaman, they will respect my power (not to mention sexiness...)|SM5sha]]
[[A Warrior, they will respect my strength|SM5war]]After your announcement, you notice something peculiar. The rain that falls that next morning is especially thick. This by itself is not odd, but the rain is strange. Although it falls in thick, heavy drops, they feel very pleasant on your skin and seem to bounce off without leaving much of a splash at all. The effect of the water is even more invigorating than usual. There is no mud that prevents your progress, the birds continue to fly about happily overhead.
The Stedt are relieved, not used to the heavy rains this is a relief they do not question. The Marku, however, are quite overjoyed.
"What is this?" You ask one of them.
"Oh it is a rare blessing." She says, smiling in awe. "The Blue Rain, a gift from the great lake spirit that watches over us. Surely she has heard your ways and this is her signal that you have her blessing."
You smile at that. It may just be luck, it may be superstitution, but it is working out in your favor.
[[Push on|SMarku3]]
[[Find the Goddess in the Rain|BlueSpiritGirlSex]]The succubus is almost grateful when you ask her up to your room. Apparently the poor girl didn't have the cachet to get one of her own and has been subsisting on loneliness and booze since her arrival. Your room is appropriately swanky, but you don't have much time to appreciate that. You're barely in the door before she is doing what her kind do best.
It's everything you could have dreamt of and more. Her lithe, yet curvy body is insatiable and she all but fights you to jump on your cock the moment she has your pants off. She grinds and swivels her hips like a total pro, pumping every ounce of physical joy both of you can get out of it. She sucks and kisses and licks every part of you with her long, forked tongue and thick lips, hushing you every time you try to talk.
You are taken a bit off guard at first, wondering if you should try to take charge, you finally are able to think straight long enough to decide not to bother. As a lazy, entitled, thief it would be more in character to lie back and gaze in awe at her body bounce and her tail thrash as she impales herself hard on your nice long cock, over and over again.
You're nearly exhausted by the time she decides to stop cumming and sits happily as your cock slowly recedes. "I love angel boys." She says contentedly. "So much stamina and no mess at all afterwards." Indeed, you didn't actually shoot anything out in her, as no angel ever will.
"We like to keep things simple." You say, nearly asleep already.
"Mmmm." She moans cozying up to you and wrapping herself around you, tail and all. "Boy are you in the wrong place then." A small part of your brain wonders if you should be concerned about that statement as you drift off.
[[Wake Up|SpyDevilGirlRobbed]]You bring a hand up her back, tangling in her hair and pushing her head towards yours. At the same time your other hand snakes up her chest and finds a nipple and tweaks. You simaultaneously unleash your demonic energy, setting her yearning need to flaming hot.
By the times your lips touch hers, a half second later, she's totally lost to her desire for you. The two of your kiss passionately, lips and tongues pressing into each other as your bodies crush together. Her arms are around your shoulder and waist, pressing into you, lifting herself up to greedily enjoy your kiss. She pulls herself up higher, lifting her feet off of the ground and then falls forward, knocking you to the ground as you continue to kiss.
Once you've hit the floor she straddles you, kissing you with a passion so ferocious it nearly scares you. You've unleashed years of repression, need, desires, and you're enjoying feeling every drop of it. Her hands twist both of your breasts at the same time as you kiss, and soon you are panting with need yourself.
Julia lifts a hand and flicks her wrist to the side. As she does your clothes and hers both vanish completely, leaving your sweaty bodies locked together, skin touching skin. She shifts her leg over you, moving forward and reversing herself as she lowers her pussy onto your face. You know exactly what she needs, and your lips and fingers find it just as hers do the same to you. The two of you become a squirming pile of fingers and lips and orgasms, enjoying each other until the poor girl is exhausted and you are too drained to feed her any more of the energy you are gaining from pleasing her.
She passes out on top of you, you curl your arms around her protectively, thoroughly exhausted.
[[The Next Day|CorruptSubSuc2]]"Are you uh..." The older man begins.
"In badly need of your services." You say trying to be sweet, but unable to keep the embarrassment at your situation and need out of your voice. That seems to be all of the encouragement they need.
A bucket is placed in your lap. You remain sitting upright, your breasts spilling over into it without the need to bend over. The man sets down a stool in front of you and starts to tug at your nipples.
It shouldn't feel good. He isn't being tender or sensual at all, just treating it like milking a cow. But it does. Oh it does. You can't help yourself as you moan and gasp. You can tell its bothering him. You close your eyes and moan louder as the bucket fills up. You only stop when the tugging stops, which makes you open your eyes and give a needy whimper.
Your breasts are dipping in your own warm milk, which has filled the bucket. "I'll get this back to the wizards." The farmer says. He stands up and leaves. His son looks at you.
You feel the need to say thank you for the wonderful milking, but just as you are about to invite him to do whatever he wishes to you, your surroundings vanish and you are [[back with Julia|MilkResultsAlt]].Your awakening is not what you had hoped for. You don't need to truly sleep, but you were so comfortable in Julia's arms and wanted to help her regain her strength that you let yourself drift off as your energy replenished her.
You bolt upright in bed to the sound of the wooden door splintering and heavy iron boots rushing into the room. You shriek and pull back as thick symbols of the maker held on stout shields surround the bed, swords and wands pointed at you.
The soldiers are paladins of the One True Church, you have seen them around the tower before. A dry, low voice speaks from behind the hulking men and women.
"Well, well, Bishop De'Mornay," the speaker intones. "I did not think the Office of Circles would condone such heresy. I did not want to believe." Two of the paladins part and you see the speaker, a small, dry old man in white robes, hands behind his back. "But to find you in bed, quite literally I might ad, with a devil..." he pulls his hands in front of him, one of them holds a holy symbol. He shoves it closer to you and you have no choice but to hiss and pull back farther.
"Arrest her. Seize the creature." There is no room for argument in his tone. Julia is screaming furiously at them but the pain in your ears from the dozens of holy symbols has your head ringing now and you can barely comprehend what she is arguing. It sounds like a theological debate at maximum decibels. She looks into your eyes longingly as she is dragged off.
Blasts of light emerge from the wands pointed at you, disabling you and you are clubbed over the head with sword pommels until the world goes black.
[[Wake Up|Subsucchains]] //Warning: Mild Torture//
[[Don't Wake Up|DevilPit]] //Skips Torture Scene// <<set $julia = "obeyloyal">>
//Unfinished Path - Julia: Loyalty//
//Unfortunately this Julia path is unfinished. Julia's content is quite complex with many different permutations.//<<remember $UFPJuliaLoyalty = "yes">>
<<if $sldcollar eq "yes">>As you attempt to influence the process your collar glows and you are overwhelmed with pain. You double over, falling to the ground as the collar smokes, burning the flesh around your neck. The moment you stop your attempt at corruption, the pain vanishes.
Julia fixes you with a rather stern look as you sheepishly rise to your feet. "Are you ready to behave yet?" She snaps.
[[Accept her Transformation|SLDX1PrettyGirl]]<<else>>You try to detect what she is doing with her sing-song language and complex melodies. As you focus you can start to see the magic flowing between her and you, you also become aware that your corrupt nature might be able to influence it. You smile as you realize you can do exactly what you were thinking...
[[Twist her Magic|SLDX1SexyGirl]]<<endif>>"So, you're ready to behave then?" Julia asks, a bit of condescension in her voice.
"Yes, Holy Mistress." You say softly. Whether it's the truth or not doesn't really mattter. You'd say anything to get that collar off.
She smiles, obviously thinking she's got you under her control, and waves her arms. Your collar and the leash vanish. You breathe a sigh of relief. Joyful thoughts no longer bring you pain. Oh this is so wonderful!
"Well, go on in." She says, ushering you through the door.
[[Umm...Step Inside|SLDExperiment1]]
<<set $sldcollar = "no">>You are not concerned with the conversion of Anwar-Kull. Your many followers will see that it happens. You are concerned about your ability to leave this realm and ensure the Maker does not return.
As you ascend the many steps of the tall ziggurat you think back to how you crawled into this land, ash covered and primitive. You think of how you turned the savage mountain dwellers to your cause. How you trekked through thick jungles and endured hardships and setbacks.
It is so very well deserved that you gain the power of the maker's summoning crystal. You take it in your hand and crush it, feeling the power absorbed into your demonic form as you do.
You turn to see your worshippers gazing at you in awe as your form positively pulses with energy.
You address your people. You tell them that you can no longer live on this world. <<print $dname>> is needed back in the realms beyond, you explain. You express how bittersweet this victory is, but also that you know you will see them all again, as long as they remain loyal to you, they will see you in the next world.
To the cheers of your thousands of worshippers, you propel yourself through space, back to the tower where this journey began.
[[Rise to Godhood|DLDGod]]
//Unfinished Path - Lust Demon Godhood//
//Unfortunately this path is unfinished. Click [[Here|Start]] if you would like to start over and explore another path.//<<remember $UFPDLDGod = "yes">>
"So, who did I just kill?" You ask your minions.
"He won't have a name again unless he escapes the Pit, <<if $sucsex eq "lady">>Mistress.<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "liege">>My Liege.<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "lord">>Master.<<endif>>" The minions say, kneeling before you. "This tower is yours!"
"So tell me about my new tower then." You say, <<if $sucsex eq "lady">>idly running your toe up the leg of one of the minions in front of you until you're playing with his cock.<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "liege">>running one hand over a cock while at the same time your foot toys with the cock of one of the minions in front of you, your other hand making circles around one of your sensitive nipples.<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "lord">>taking one of your cocks in your hand and playing with it, smiling at the size of it.<<endif>>
"It is forged of dark iron, three stories tall. We are in the throne room. The basement contains many torture devices and weapons. The second floor contains a magical laboratory and a guest chambers. The top of the tower is your personal room. You'll probably need to redecorate."
"Yes, yes, we'll get to that." You say. "But first, let's deal with this body of mine..."
"Oh?" The minions perk up, obviously aroused at the idea of you changing things around here.
<<if $sucsex eq "lady">>[[Make yourself feminine|DLDladyb]]
[[Become a true hermaphrodite|DLDliegeb]]<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "liege">>[[Make yourself feminine|DLDladyb]]
[[Make yourself masculine|DLDlordb]]
[[Become a true hermaphrodite|DLDliegeb]]<<endif>><<if $sucsex eq "lord">>[[Become a true hermaphrodite|DLDliegeb]]
[[Make yourself masculine|DLDlordb]]<<endif>>You lead the attack. It's what your suit was designed for after all. The significant power it packs cancels out the horrifically inefficient and embarrassing design, and the boost to morale it gives the men behind you to see you dressed like this makes them fight all the harder.
Defeating the rank and file devils is surprisingly easy. <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Your suit constantly absorbs materials from the ground and air around you and uses them to replicate a seemingly never ending chain of bullets and rockets. Your guns shred the devils before they even get close to you. The firepower you pack is fairly awe inspiring. The seraphs contribute as well, but all on the battlefield are keenly aware of the fact that you won this fight largely on your own.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Your suit shoots lightning and fire with equal proficiency as you ride the winds above the devils. Even the ones that can fly are unable to keep up with you in the sky and you bring death from above, scattering the devil army as the seraphs mop up the fleeing demons.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>You launch into the assembled devils, your powerful limbs eviscerating them with what feel like light gestures and manipulating the force around you to make you nigh invincible. Devil after devil tries to fight you but they all fall, ripped and bludgeoned back to the Pit. The seraphs use you as a rallying point, using their automatic rifles to mow down the devils that flee from you. It is a decisive victory.<<endif>>
The chief demon, however, has set himself up in the middle of a thick jungle, hoping to hide from your forces there and use the darkness and close quarters to his advantage.
Stone calls you over and tells you that the local shaman wants to give you some advice on hunting the devil in the jungle.
[[Talk to the Shaman|SJShaman]]<h1><center>Mrs. Malone</center></h1>Well if you're going to be bringing coffee and giving backrubs you may as well get a ring for it! You leave the science to the boys and step your wife game up. Your old clothes are changed out for pretty dresses that you acquire from some of the scavengers.
Your subtle suggestions aren't missed by Malone, who has become a rather observant and confident man with your feeding and support of him. He's still quite older than you but he's much more attractive and fun to spend time with. When he asks you to come over for dinner you don't bother pretending to be busy, but you do insist on doing the cooking. I mean, you aren't going to trust him to make anything edible.
Malone has one of the nicest living spaces in the compound thanks to his status as the chief engineer. It used to be an office for the subway controls, and it has been modified to have a shower, kitchen, and very nice bed. Of course you don't miss the chance to tell him the place needs a woman's touch as you start making dinner.
You make sure Malone gets a lot of chances to watch you bend over, both from behind so see your very fuckable ass in your tight black dress and apron, and from in front as you picked a dress that was sure to show off your cleavage. By the time dinner is ready the poor man has a raging hard on.
You torment him further while you eat, slipping your stockinged foot out of your heels and rubbing his leg and crotch with it, smiling at him as he tries to keep his composure. Finally, he's had enough.
"That's it." He says stepping back and standing up. He walks over to you, lifts you up in his arms and carries you to his bed.
You were prepared to stare at the ceiling and think of your future for a few minutes, but his virility and skill really surprise you. The next thing you know your eyes are rolling back in your head and you are leaving marks in his back with your nails and your toes are curling as he stretches you out with his beautiful cock.
Both of you seem taken aback by how good it was as you gather yourself in the afterglow. You start talking but he cuts you off.
"You can't work in the lab anymore." He says firmly. As you are about to protest he explains. "I don't know what effect the Device has on pregnant women and I don't intend to find out the dangerous way. You'll move in with me and raise our children." You give him a patient look. "I uh, guess I'm asking you to marry me." He mutter sheepishly. "Uh, will you?"
You lean in and kiss his cheek and tell him of course you will. He looks overjoyed and celebrates with another round of fucking your brains out. And another. And another. The old man is a goat!!
Thanks to your positive support Malone lives many years longer and you are constantly with child. Contraceptives are strongly discouraged due to the need to rebuild society and between the two of you being extremely fertile you are certainly doing your part.
You find raising kids and keeping Malone satisfied to be a more than full time job, so the fact that you aren't an engineer anymore doesn't bother you much. You forget your old life as times goes by, your new one is too busy.
You are loved by the community, loved by your husband, and loved by your children. You live to see your people emerge back onto the surface and rebuild the great city you used to live below. You and Malone and your children live in a gigantic, beautifully maintained house. Your grandchildren love hearing stories of how you used to live below the earth in old tunnels.
Malone dies peacefully in his sleep, while you are pregnant with your 12th child, and though you live for many more years you don't remarry. At first you find it almost confusing to not be pregnant, but eventually your body adapts, although your curves seem exaggerated from the experience.
Your children and grandchildren grow up to be very important members of the new society, your third son even becoming the Mayor of the great city. You take great pride knowing how much you had to do with the free people rising above their challenging situation.
You die of old age, surrounded by your family, completely at peace.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingMrsMalone = "yes">><h1><center>The Edge of Oblivion</center></h1>Your dedication to remaining a part of reality wavers. You feel your soul slipping, sliding once again towards the temptation to simply not exist. You begin to approach what you can sense is a philosophical edge horizon, a point of no return after which you will simply not be.
As you feel your essence begin to fade you start to see colors and lights forming into images and sounds in front of your eyes. You see people talking, laughing, crying. You realize they are memories. Memories of a life left behind. Some are yours. Some are not. It is impossible to tell which are which.
[[Focus on A Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Ignore Them, Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]
<center>//You have discovered the Edge of Oblivion. You may reach this page from the "Past Lives" panel.//</center>
<<remember $EndingTrueOblivion = "yes">>You let most of her spell wash over you. You aren't unhappy at all as your runic tattoos vanish and your skin lightens. Your hair becomes a beautiful mass of golden blonde curls and your masculine features melt into a fresh young female body. Your breasts are slightly larger than before, and there is no visible muscle anywhere, just what looks like a thin layer of babyfat under your skin.
You feel Julia's magic attempt to remove your natural heels. She still doesn't seem aware that you are controlling this consciously. You decide to see if you can stop her. After all, the vibrations those things send through your body are quite fun! You're happy to see that your feet remain unchanged. At first. A second wave of magic washes over you and they quickly vanish, reducing your height several inches. Oh well, at least you know you have some power here. You let her remove your little horns, not wanting her to realize what you are about to do.
Finally the change reaches your crotch. She has been singing smoothly as the spell works over your body and you can see from the way the energy is moving she is nearly done. You allow the spell to start working and then corrupt its energy in one fell swoop, turning the beautiful pussy she was giving you into a rather impressive, totally smooth cock. It isn't overly large but it is more than big enough to satisfy the average woman. You weren't able to make any balls to go with it, but it's a start at least.
Julia blinks several times. "Blasphemy!" She shouts, sounding upset. "You corrupted my magic! You've made yourself an abomination!" She is now holding a white cotton robe in her hand.
"Cover yourself up at once!" She demands, giving you the robe.
[[Accept the Modesty of the Robe|SLDX1Robe]]
[[Make the Robe a Little More "You"|SLDX1Sexy]]
[[Attempt to Convince Her to Try Again, and make Yourself Fully Male|SLDX1SexyBoy]]
<<set $sucbody = "shemale">><<set $succrotch = "prettycock">><<set $sucfeet = "normal">>Greta nods. "Very nice, having another spear user on my squad will give me more battlefield control and aerial options." She grins and claps you on the back.
She ponders for a moment. "I think it's time to choose your name now."
[[Choose your name|NamingCeremony]]<<set $weapon = "vspear">>Your armored feet clank heavily down the passage as Captain Stone leads you outside of the laboratory and the arena in general.
"Alright soldier, here's your first assignment." Captain Stone spreads two large angelic wings that you couldn't even see a moment before and takes flight. You follow him by igniting your jetpack and flying beside him.
"Just below the firmament there's a forward defensive base called a Diamond Drop. It's a sort of prefab sky fortress we descend into wildspace as an advance against demon attacks. About a week ago it got hit, hard."
The two of you are flying over empty clouds now, ahead of you you see a small fortification next to what looks like a hole in the cloud floor, a hole that opens into empty black space filled with the occasional star and far off planet.
"The seraphs stationed there were fighting them back successfully, but then a new combatant entered the fray. A gigantic demon, we call it a Bloodthirster. Forty feet tall, with a flail that ripped into our fortress like it was made of wood."
"The demons thought they had a victory and pushed forward, but the Bloodthirster turned on them next. It sent them all back to the Pit. The last of the Seraphs managed to hit the panic button and our Moonstone cannon blasted the thing back into wildspace."
The two of you land next to the opening in the Firmament. There is indeed gigantic cannon there, pointing down into the void. It is nearly the size of a city block, with gigantic crystals positioned all over it to focus the power into a point below.
"I'd bet dollars to donuts its coming back. No way we put it down. I need you to do that. Alive is fine, dead is alright too, at least then it has to grow back. Get down to the Diamond Drop soldier."
[[Yes Sir|SuperTitan2]]Hmm. This one looks peculiar. As you come closer you see an image of a twenty sided die spinning around. As you get closer it spins faster and faster as you're being sucked into the symbol. When your head clears you, yes, you, not some other body but your old form from your past life, find yourself sitting at a breakfast table that is covered with gaming supplements and dice.
"Okay, so you're staring into the pool of visions." A voice says. You see a skinny white girl with thick brown hair tied back in a black scrunchy sitting opposite you. She's wearing a black sweater and track pants, sitting indian-style on a kitchen chair. In front of her is a GM's screen. "Many symbols lie within. Roll the dice to determine which one you see!" She hands you a 12 sided die.
[[Roll the Die!|either("Aries","Taurus","Leo","Saggitarius","Capricorn","Aquarius","Pisces","EndingRNG","DiceonFloor")]]As soon as you do it does not take long for a squad of a half dozen winged seraphs to respond to your location. They land around you and your prey and once again paralyze and stun the creature with poisoned needle rounds. They then take to the skies once more to return the creature to interrogation.
"Stone said for you to report back to the lab." The seraph sergeant says, saluting you. You make your way back to the lab quick enough and report to Stone.
"Soldier, give me a full report." Are the first words out of his mouth. You report capturing the demon and calling for backup. You leave out the outcropping and the loner angels you found there.
"You're holding back." Stone says. "You cannot lie to me! Tell me the full report."
You realize he must have some means of telling that you are not giving him all of the information you have. Seeing no reason to lie you simply tell you him refuse to say any more.
"As I suspected!" Stone says, leaping to his feet as if he was waiting for this. "High treason! Sold yourself to the Adversary already have you beast, monster? Compliance troops!!!" He screams out.
Your suit alerts you to the need to run, fast. You drop to all fours and bolt from the facility, your suit constantly keeping you up to date on the locations of the compliance seraphs who are flooding the facility due to Captain Stone's report of a traitor. Your suit quickly uses the data from the loner angel's maps and directs you to an otherwise uncharted hole in the Firmament that leads directly to wildspace.
You gallop quickly to it, your camouflage quickly throwing off the pursuing compliance forces. You dive in, confident that your suit will keep you alive. Large bat-like wings of metal spread from your back to guide your flight through space as your suit brings up a list of "Grey Realms," areas owned by cosmic powers loyal to neither the Maker nor the Adversary that you can hide out in.
[[Find a Grey Realm and Figure Out Your Next Move|BeastGrey]]"Give me a moment." You say. You were about to use your signal flares to call in reinforcements but something tells you to hesitate. You take the time to securely bind the smoke devil using blessed items from the outpost to secure it tight so it cannot escape.
"Now...what were you saying?" You turn back to them.
"If the Maker finds out about us we'll be run out of here. We've been happy on our own, mapping the clouds around us. We don't wish any part of divine wars." The angel man shakes his head. "But now I suppose it's come to us. We'll have to go back to the city or further out into the skies." They look distraught.
You consider a moment. "I don't see the need to tell the Maker of you two out here." You say, with a toothy smile of your suit's animalistic mask. "I'll drag the devil halfway back to Paradise and then call in the backup. Just let me look through your maps."
"Deal!" The man and woman say at the same time. They hastily lay out of all of their work for you and you scan it into your suit's memory. Nodding one last time to them you drag the devil off the outcropping and trek back to Paradise. True to your word, when you are halfway there you [[call for backup|Bsneak3]]The only image of herself that she allows. Well, this should get her attention. Lifting a hoof you stomp the ground next to it, sending a shockwave through the earth that knocks over the idol. You then stride over to it and bring your hoof down again, threatening to crack it.
The second you do this the earth under you begins to tremble and the water around the island starts to swirl. You've heard of an angry sea, but you figured it was just an expression. This lake is angry. The water lashes hard against the water, rising rapidly.
You take a step back. You weren't expecting a flood, although maybe you should have. You walk a few steps more up the island under it becomes apparent the ground is doin more than shaking from the impact of the waves. The entire island is revolving. Slowly at first, then faster, faster, as it is sucked into a giant whirlpool and submerged entirely.
You do not need to breathe, so there is no threat of drowning, but you are buffetted by rocks, hard currents, and other things in the deeps that have suddenly become quite murky.
You are then aware of a presence in front of you. A female form, made entirely of water, eyes flashing furious.
"You!" She screams. "I thought you might have been worthy to lead my people. But I see that was an error. You will never leave this watery grave."
She whirls about you, buffetting you and dragging you down to the bottom of the lake. You have to act fast.
[[Dominate her|RapeWS]]
[[Kill her|Mudgod]]You approach the centaur. As you do so it moves towards you and gallops about, splitting into two. One is a muscular, masculine form with a long styled beard. The other is an athletic, feminine form with flowing locks. Both hold bows and have quivers on their backs. Both are wearing what appear to be ancient style clothing on their human parts.
As you reach out to touch the symbol you suddenly feel the strong pull of gravity and you are sucked into the symbol. You fall quickly and suddenly find yourself in a new body. Your eyes are open and you are breathing clean, crisp, autumn air. You are in a deciduous forest filled with trees whose branches are filled with yellow and orange leaves changing with the seasons.
Your body is incredibly strong. You feel like you could rip one of these trees out of the ground and swing it like a club. You feel the urge to gallop and feel the wind in your hair and beard. You stretch out your arms and rear up on your hind legs and celebrate how wonderful this feels.
You turn and see the female centaur regarding you with a bemused smirk. "Well well Theops," She says. "It looks like you're enjoying the season."
You are about to respond to Calpho when you realize what she means. Not the autumn, this is mating season for your people. Memories flood back to you of how you and this lady centaur have been resisting the urge to procreate, seeing it as a bestial instinct. You do not kill and rape and conquer like your fellow centaurs do, why should you rut like them?
But this year, and perhaps this soul you now occupy the body with, it is very hard to resist the urges.
[[Engage in some respectful, yet primitive activity with this lady|BoyTaurYes]]
[[Seek out a less civilized centaur and take her by force|BoyTaurEeep]]
[[Seek out a less civilized centaur and take HIM by force|BoyTaurYum]]"Well, you've been giving us all a hard enough time." You say as a way of starting up the conversation as you stand over her.
"Good." She says, spitting at you. You dodge it, and lucky you do as where it lands the steel starts to hiss and melt.
"Spitting acid? Tsk. Tsk." You shake your head. "Someone had better teach you a lesson, by which of course I mean stick a cock in you."
She laughs. "Yeah, right, you angel boys may stare but this thing." She points her cock up at you, apparently she can do that. "Scares all of you off."
"Not me." You say with a confident grin.
"Reeeaallly?" She asks with a grin matching your own. "Well what are you waiting for?"
Demons. You shake your head, of course she's going to enjoy this. You flip her around so that she's bent over, this way her cock isn't going to touch you and you aren't breaking the Maker's laws. You let your own impressive member out of your power suit and position yourself behind her.
"Oh...oh my oh sweet Adversary!" She gasps as you slide into her. "Since when are angels packing like that? Fuck!" She squeals, impressed as you stretch her. "Oh fuck yessssss." She moans, eyes rolling back in her head as your suit informs you just where to press, just what speed to fuck, just where to reach around and tweak on her breasts to make sure she's sufficiently distracted to be sure she won't try anything.
Almost clinically, with the scientific help of your suit, you fuck her brains out. Your suit supplies you with potency upgrades and boosters shot into your veins that give you stamina even greater than that of a typical angel, which is saying something.
The bloodthirster seems to enjoy it just as much as you do, from her screams and her demonic body's reaction. As you both finally cum she sprays a large amount of demonic seed all over the floor of the fort, you of course spray nothing at all.
"Such a mess you demons make." You chide her, slapping her ass in thanks for the great fuck.
"Jealous?" She laughs, still in an orgasmic haze.
"Of you?" You laugh. "You may be a great fuck but you're going to be locked in an oubliette until you choose to Fade. Not a fate I envy at all."
"Nah." She says with a grin that takes you back.
"What do you mean? You'll get so bored, you'll go crazy."
"Nah." She says again shaking her head. "You'll come back for me." You glance at her as she continues. "You'll find out fast out there. People like you, people who fuck as hard as you do, there's not much out there that can take you. Even those angel sluts that are shaped just for it, you'll rip them in half. You won't find many things in the universe that can handle a cock like yours, at least none as good as me. You'll come find me. You won't have a choice. Fade? Nah, I'll just wait for your cock to come fuck me again. And for that, I can wait a looooong time." She licks her lips as she looks up at you. "Or maybe you should just let me out now and skip all that? You and me babe, waddaya say?"
You grimace, hoping she isn't right. But you know you need this thing out of your sight before you let her start tempting you.
[[Call in Your Victory, get her out of here!|TJp2]]<<set $fuckedbloodthirster = "yes">><h1><center>Executioner</center></h1>You pause only to drag him over a drain so that his blood makes less of a mess, and then cut his throat and hold him down until he's dead. You throw his body down the same shaft his victim went down.
You report your success to Dagget the next morning and he is ecstatic. You resume your duties, but things seem darker now. Every smiling face might hide a killer, or a thief, or a malcontent.
Dagget gives you special assignments from time to time. These involve harmful activities, sabotage, theft, and the like, and getting rid of the people responsible. You do it with joy, knowing that you are culling the population of the weak and those who will set your people back.
You are given a protege, a young woman who reminds you a lot of you, and train her in your techniques. The two of you become very close and spend your time together when not on assignment. The two of you are very happy together and work hand in hand to keep things secure as society rebuilds. Dagget keeps things underground, where the people are easier to control, and thanks to a few visits from you, Dalton and the other potential leaders drop out of the next election letting Dagget become the leader uncontested.
You and your lover continue to act as the secret police in this new administration, and as dissent rises you get busier and busier.
One day however, a rebellion storms Dagget's compound and you are one of the first against the wall. You die a hated killer and you are quickly forgotten.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingExecutioner = "yes">><center><h1>The Symbols</h1></center>You take in the symbols as they float in a circle around you. You could go to one and see what happens.
[[The Ram|Aries]]
[[The Minotaur|Taurus]]
[[The Mirror|Gemini]]
[[The Lioness|Leo]]
[[The Nerd|Virgo]]
[[The Centaur|Saggitarius]]
[[The Kraken|Capricorn]]
[[The Cupbearer|Aquarius]]
[[The Mermaid|Pisces]]
<center>//You have discovered the Zodiac Stones. You may reach this page from the "Past Lives" panel.//</center>
<<remember $EndingZodiac = "yes">>
<<silently>>
Of course you could always float back to where the light and the darkness are and join one of them!
[[Return to the Light|Angel]]
[[Return to the Darkness|Devil]]
[[The Wolf|Cancer]]
[[The Scales|Libra]]
[[The Scorpion|Scorpio]]
<<endsilently>><h1><center>Devil Girls</center></h1>You open your soul to hers, relying on your very strong connection, and you sense a flickering, barely awake lemure. You dive into the pit and you find her there. You gather the barely coherent thing in your arms and carry her protoplasmic body high above the Pits with mighty flaps of your leathern wings.
You feed her with your strong demonic essence and she grows mighty in your arms. Her devil form is as beautiful as her human one was. Although her skin is dark red like yours and her curves are fuller like yours, the dangerous intelligence still burns in her pretty eyes and once she is strong enough you gladly resume your role of the submissive lover.
The first thing she does is fix your body. She loved you as a woman, not a thing of mixed gender, and your masculine endowments vanish and your feminine traits blossom according to her will.
For a time you are worried that she will make her own kingdom in this world, but she wants nothing of power. She just wants you. As fires dance around you and damned souls scream, the two of you return to your love like nothing has changed, kissing, caressing, and promising to love each other like mad until the stars go out.
And you do.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingDevilGirls = "yes">>You hang out with Gabby that night, casually flirting, complimenting her and making sure she knows you're interested and available. She seems a little leery at first, but as the night goes on and another bottle of wine is opened she starts to get into it. She tells you to fetch her another glass and smiles as you do it quickly. She tells you to take your top off and grins as you show her your bra.
"You need someone to boss you around don't you?" She says, slipping into your lap and kissing at your ear. You nod, you really, really, do. "You badass types love to be the bottom behind closed doors huh?" She giggles and starts feeling you up. You move to return the favor and she slaps your hands down. "I grab your tits, not the other way around unless I tell you to, got it?" You nod quickly, getting wet at her attitude.
"Good." She says. "Now what you're gonna do is take all of your clothes off and do a little dance for me, I want to see what I'm working with here."
She slides out of your lap to let you get up. Feeling self-conscious you strip naked. Gabby apparently likes what she sees as she's spread her legs and has a hand up her skirt. You raise your hands above you head and swivel your hips, bend over, and try to do all the moves you remember from the strip clubs.
"Mmmm yes. Yes. You're definitely worth training. Now come here and show me what you can do with your tongue." She lifts her skirt and you drop to your knees and crawl over to her, sliding your tongue over her labia and quickly finding her clit. "One finger." She says, you aren't surprised as she's soaking wet. You slide your finger in and out of her as you lick her clit. She tells you you're a very good pussylicking bitch as she squirts on your face.
"Mmmm. Come here and kiss me." She grabs your hair and helps you up to her face. She kisses you deeply, possessively, "You are a lot of fun." She smiles. "You're going to love being my bitch, I promise."
[[She isn't kidding|GabbyBitch2]]
<<set $gabby = "bitch">>Having ensured that Christina is in fact consorting with a devil, you start pushing her in the direction of other illicit activities. You arrange for men to sneak into her bedchambers and ravage her after you get a better idea of her type. Her type it turns out is down to earth boy next door types, decently muscled, decently good looking, and devoid of guile and deception.
There are many, many, such men in the city. You have no problem luring them in with promises of sexual marathons and mind blowing deviances. The princess doesn't realize what you are offering, so you usually have to step in and make sure it happens.
You get very used to being the middle of a threesome. Fucking Christina while a farmer's son fucks your ass, sucking off that same man while hilted deep in Julia, licking and fingering Julia while getting fucked, using both of your hands on two different pussies while the ladies made out with each other, your cock slapped away when it tries to join. Yes, you have a very fun and exciting few weeks.
Unfortunately you are pulled away by your duty to Julia to betray Christina ... for doing all the things you've coerced and tricked her into doing. Hey, you're a demon.
[[Betray the Princess|PrincessBetrayHer]]+++++TOP SECRET+++++
Juggernaut Protocol 16. Not for dissemination to non-authorized personnel. Violators will be nominated for extinguishment.
//Which of the following would you find most physically intimidating?//
[[A) A huge, strong man.|Jug1Sup]]
[[B) A terrifying beast|Jug1Ali]]
[[C) A total babe in lingerie.|Jug1Phx]]When you finally reach the Beastlands you see a gigantic world, it has to be nearly the size of some stars. The bright green jungle around the equator covers more area than most planets, even the gas giants.
There aren't exactly any spaceports in the Beastlands. There aren't any airports either, or any towns, or even any buildings for that matter. Every time somebody tries to put up a structure something tears it down. The gigantic beasts of the forests, the extreme weather conditions, the shaking of the earth itself, something brings it down.
So it doesn't really matter where you land. Your suit gives you a location equidistant from all of the rare metals you'll need to keep your suit powered and you head for it. Your metallic wings pull in and you set your taloned feet down on the high branches of a tall tree in the emergent layer of the thick jungle.
The branch doesn't bend under your weight it is so massive. You won't need any supplies right away. The only question remains...what do you do now?
Before you consider that though, your suit is flashing a warning in your HUD.
[[Read it|BeastWarning]]The talk lasts long into the night. Luminiscent plants in the corners of the tent give the illusion of starlight as the sun sets.
You learn much of these men and their arguments. The bearded man represents the unconquerable spirit of the barbarian in the Marku. He does not wish to bow to any master, especially not the Anwar, and he is distrustful of you. He does not not wish to merely trade one yoke for another. He is prepared to die free, even if it is the end of his tribe.
The robed man is concerned for the future of his people. The Stedt raiders and Anwar missionaries are pinching the Marku between two forces and they find themselves unable to fight both. Your assurances that the Stedt are loyal to you do not seem to entirely convince him. He seems incline to ally with the Anwar and at least assure the safety of his people even if at the cost of their freedom.
<<if $cmoutfit eq "elder">>Living up to your colorful robes, you speak words of wisdom to the Marku chiefs. You emphasize the value of working together as one and the joy their people will have once the Anwar are converted. You tell of how the people will be free, proud, and judged on their own merits in a mixed society bound by worship of you. The men nod more and protest less as you speak.<<endif>><<if $cmoutfit eq "war">>You remember that you are dressed as a warlord and act the part true to form. You promise the bearded man that your troops and his will ride side by side to crush the Anwar if necessary. You emphasize to the robed man how unified strength will protect all who live within the jungles, plains and mountains alike. As the hours go by, the men disagree less and less vociferously and finally they begin to nod. <<endif>><<if $cmoutfit eq "shaman">>You, being dressed as a shaman, attempt to appeal to the mystic reasons that these men should appoint you leader. You speak of what has been divined, what the stars show, and the balance of the earth.
But it goes nowhere. These men are not mystics. Your robes only cause them to stare at your breasts rather obviously. You smirk to yourself as you realize things will need to be done the old fashioned way. You relax your demonic nature and let a powerful lust build up within the men. You smile at them, bat your eyelashes, draw their attention to your wonderful body and let your hands linger on them. The draw closer and closer to you. Their cocks strain as they become so turned on they are putty in your hands.
You sit up on their table and take one of their hands in each hand and draw it in to your chest. "Drink." You command. They paw away your skimpy covering and start drinking greedily at your full breasts. You sigh happily at the sense of relief and pleasure as your milk ensures that these men will do your bidding. "You are mine now." You say sweetly. "You will go to your people and spread the word of me." They nod dumbly.
The bearded man reaches for your breasts again but you stop him. It's very late. You aren't in the mood. "Fuck him instead." You nod towards the robed man. His eyes grow wide for a second before the stronger bearded man has his bent over, robe flipped up and his pounding into his, you assume, formerly virginal ass. "That's for wanting to join with the Maker." You mutter as you settle in to enjoy the show. <<endif>>
In the morning the three of you emerge and you are named the Khan of the Marku. The chiefs go to spread word of you to their tribes, and your following swells as you lead the best of your worshippers towards the flood plains to [[Confront the Anwar|SMA1]]
<<set $power += 1>><center><h1>Busted But Worth It</h1></center>You should have known that the palace would have priests capable of detecting demonic magic. And you should have known those same priests would have warded the palace against it, and easily triggered such wards by using the amount of power you did to grow a second cock.
The door to your room is blasted open by holy magic barely two hours into your life enjoying having two cocks. You are startled from fucking one of your ladies in the ass and pussy at the same time as the other one sucks on your balls. You barely have time to react before blasts of holy magic strike you in the chest and the chanting of the priests banishes your unholy body back to the Pit as the noble ladies are dragged off sobbing and begging for forgiveness.
Oh well, at least you got to spend half a day banging hot girls. <<set $julia = "corruptboy">>
[[Back to the Pit|DevilPit]]
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $UFPJuliaBusted = "yes">>
After listening to him drone on for a bit you can't take it anymore and have to have some fun. "Oh that's wonderful!" You say, cutting him off in the middle of a sentence. "Just wonderful." You clap your hands together and smile at him in your most charming manner. "I knew I made the right choice. Now I just need you to bless me."
"Bless you?" He says with a goofy smile.
"Yes, place your blessing on my curse and I'm sure it will vanish."
"Oh, oh but I'm not a ...."
"Your faith is so strong though!" You don't let him finish, rubbing his arm again. "Surely one such as yourself can lay hands and perform miracles!"
"L...la....l...lay hands?" He stammers, looking like someone has just told him he's won a free trip to a pit full of snakes and razor blades.
"Yesss..." You purr, reaching out and taking his hand in yours. He's seduced by your closeness and obviously more than a little interested in touching your cock, although he's terrified to admit it.
<<if $succlothes eq "minidress">>You pull his hand down between your soft thighs and up your short dress and place it right on your hairless cock. You make a hushing noise and stroke his face with your other hand as you press his huge, callused hand onto your sexy cock. "Thank you so much," you whisper, pressing your breasts against his side. "Thank you for this blessing." You breathe into his ear, running your tongue along the inside of it. That makes him twitch and all but spasm as you realize you've hit a sweet spot of his.
Giggling to yourself you lick it again and again, squeezing his hand around your cock as you do. He starts to pump it with your encouragement. "Oh bless the Holy Maker." You say, feeling very aroused as you blaspheme. "Bless His Love." You laugh as you tease the boy and he pumps your cock to orgasm. It doesn't take long, you were so turned on already you're soon squirting a huge load out.
Matthias looks like he's taken a dash of ice water to the face and stands up quickly, wiping your cum on his robes, he stammers something unintelligible and runs off, his own cock sticking out obviously. <<set $sldx1 = "shemalehandjob">>
You laugh and laugh as you enjoy the afterglow of your orgasm, the blasphemy made it //extra// good.<<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "habit">>You fumble at your habit, cursing yourself for letting Julia put you in such a concealing garment.
"I...I'll fetch a priest." Matthias stammers. "You need the blessing of a priest not me, ma'am." He jumps out of the chair and dashes for the door. You make a disappointed sound as he vanishes out the door and it closes behind him.
"Dammit." You tug at the habit unhappily, your cock still tenting it.<<set $sldx1 = "shemalenohandjob">><<endif>>
"Well." You hear Julia's voice as the short sorceress appears next to you. Her cheeks are flushed, she obviously enjoyed what she saw. "I think that was quite revealing. <<if $succlothes eq "minidress">>Very dramatic results indeed.<<endif>>" She is scribbling notes in a large book bound with white fabric, she uses what looks like an eagle's feather as a quill.<<if $succlothes eq "minidress">>
You reach down and mop up some of your cum and lick it. Mmmm. Delicious. You hold your hand up to Julia. She looks at you askance and shakes her head in disbelief. You shrug. She'll come around.<<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "habit">>Feeling rather frustrated you rub your cock through your habit and look up at Julia pleadingly. She shakes he head no, leaving you to pout.<<endif>>
[[What's Next?|SLDX1AfterGirlCock]]You cozy up to her but say nothing, meekly waiting for her to let you know what to do.
"Oh you are a good girl." Julia says, impressed by your restraint. "I think you'll do just fine with the next experiment."
[[Which is?|SLDX2]]
<<set $sld = $sld +1>>"We only completed half of our goal." Zajj says, in a tone that makes it clear he probably blames you. "We cannot maintain in this situation. We must salvage what we can and move on to a new conquest."
You nod in agreement with this. How could you disagree? There is nothing to fight left and the resources to sustain your army are not here.
You help organize the repairs and construction of new ships to carry your devils and all of the new slaves you've acquired from the humans that lived on the conquered world. And then you leave in your massive ships, looking for a new conquest.
[[Navigate through the stars|Zergattack]]
//Unfinished Path - Space Mercs//
//Unfortunately this path is unfinished. Click [[Here|Start]] if you would like to start over and explore another path.//<<remember $UFPSpaceMercs = "yes">>
You move quickly to the entrance yourself, those that you brought with you to the camp are there, confused. "We have a fight." You say. "Rally the troops, quickly." At your command they assist you into your palanquin and you return to your army, quickly preparing them for a vicious fight.
<<if $power lte 3>>[[Signal the Attack|SM9Lose]]<<endif>><<if $power gte 4>>[[Signal the Attack|SM9Win]]<<endif>>The days are a monotonous, neverending set of young and not so young mouths drinking their fill of your nutritious milk. Julia's cleansing spell seems to have made your milk super charged with vitamins and curative agents, the children and adults who drink their fill of you tend to be healthier and stronger than their peers.
You don't hear a single useful piece of information, unless the gossip about why certain soldiers went missing, who knocked up who, and completely off the wall rumors about devil worship that never pan out count as useful information.
When you report all of this to Julia she informs you, unsurprisingly that none of that is remotely useful. Equally unsurprising is when she tells you that having a summoned devil out and about in the world is becoming too risky, and she has to let you go back to the pit.
You try to weasel your way out of it, but she isn't having your excuses. She doesn't seem mad, more amused, and snidely comments that if you hadn't tried to corrupt her spells maybe you wouldn't be losing your spot in this world. You can't really argue that point, and wave goodbye cheerily as Julia undoes the summoning spell and sends you [[back to the Pit|DevilPit]]
"Oh wow. Maybe your ass is a ten." He says from behind you causing you to eep and turn around quickly, your cock and tits swinging in the air you aren't quite sure which one to cover so go for both. He laughs. "Don't bother if I wanted to see them I'd just watch all the video we took of you."
He is carrying a garment bag. He shoos the nurse out of the room and then he closes the door so that he is still inside. "Get changed." He motions towards the bag.
Feeling still a bit self conscious around him you unzip the garment bag. "Sir if I may ask is this a punishment? Or what exactly is happening here?"
"Depends on how you look at it. We need to make maximum use of our assets." He glances down at your plump sissy ass and chuckles. "You happen to have some in the physical department that we're going to make maximum use of. That's all."
"So this has nothing to do with me screwing up the first mission?"
"Well sort of. If you were more useful as a field agent we probably would value that over your ass." He shrugs. "Start with the stockings."
You grumble as you pull out a pair of opaque white stockings. Selite obviously enjoys watching you sit on the edge of the table and pull them up your lovely legs, they are held up with elastic at the top that do not need a garter belt.
"Do a twirl." Selite commands. Holding your words back you obey his command, pulling your wings in so that they don't knock anything over.
"Mmmm. Nice."
A knock on the door, Selite goes to open it and Cousin Steven joins you.
"Wow, I told you. Ten." Cousin Steve pats your ass approvingly.
[[Yipee for me|lilacsissy4]]"Nah." You say, gulping down your drink. "I got ya this time Misty." You wink at her and she makes an appropriately mocking gesture of appreciation as you turn and walk into the bar's second room.
There are four pool tables spread out here, each with plenty of space to each side. In the middle of the tables, bent down and focusing on a shot has to be the man that Misty was talking about.
He's at least seven feet tall and nearly as wide. His skin is a light gray, craggy, and scaled, like a lizard/rock beast. His eyes have thick brows above each and matching dark green hair sprouts from his skull and is slicked back stylishly. His eyes are yellowish and have vertical pupils. He is dressed like an old time gangster, a sharp greenish suit with a pocket square and a chain no doubt leading to an expensive watch. He takes his shot and shouts to congratulate himself.
You glance down and see what was probably his competitor lying on the floor unconscious. A thick ashtray is shattered over his head. "Well." The man grunts staring around. "Nobody wants to take over for Grumpus here." He kicks the unconscious man.
"Why not. I enjoy a challenge." You say smoothly, drawing a cigarette from behind your ear and lighting it with a small flame you conjure from your own hand.
The rocklizard grunts and squints at you. "I don't shoot pool with no names. I'm Unklangor. Who're you?"
"Raphael." You say as you take up a cue and start polishing. "I've just arrived and I've need of entertainment so let's make this interesting. I've got a proposition..."
[[Gamble for Sex|SpyRockSex]]You waddle your way back to your room as best you can with yet another big lizard dick up inside you. This time you don't hesitate, you grab the scissors and slice the balls off before they can get too attached. It hurts like hell but you breathe a sigh of relief, hoping you won't get knocked up.
You tell the casino attendants that you need to get back to Paradise. Trading the power cell that's still hidden in your room more than answers their questions and you find yourself back in the land of the angels before you know it, staying only long enough to find out what happened.
Unklangor and his crew fought a bloody fight with the greater devil. Two of the Krutjan died and two more were seriously injured, but Seven's luck was restored to him. He was so grateful that he made Unklangor and his crew permanent VIP members, and from what you hear it sounds like Wendy and her new mate enjoyed the accommodations immensely. Seven was only working with the devil because she had managed to steal his luck and with it restored he is no longer a threat to join with the devils, his neutrality maintained.
[[Report to your boss|SpyJob2]]
<<set $spyjob1 = "sissylizard">>You find yourself released and able to move, the power armor adapting very well to your mental commands.
The two chubby, red haired angels in lab coats have flipped on a fan that blows away the lingering fog from the smoke produced by all the welding of the experiment. You see that the far wall is polished to a reflective sheen and stare at yourself in it. You pan from toe to head and take in your <<if $jug3 eq "white">>pristine white<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "blue">>dark blue<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "green">>mottled green<<endif>> power armor and the attached jetpack.
<<if $jug1 eq "superman">>You are wearing a massive suit of power armor, at least ten feet tall. It surrounds an obviously very ripped, very strong masculine angel. You mentally command the mask to pull back and it does so, revealing your unaltered face.<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "alien">>Your armor makes you appear as though you have arms that nearly drag on the floor ending in vicious, powerful claws. You have a tail that sweeps behind you too, easily allowing you to run on all fours or two legs. The face of the armor is twisted and horrific like something out of a nightmare, but when you mentally command the armor's mask to pull back you see your body underneath is unaltered.<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "hottie">>Your armor looks like it was designed to satisfy a robot fetish. The boots are very high heeled, the waist is tiny, the breasts are large (and much to your chagrin, filled with actual boob flesh) and the crotch is so tight it threatens to crush even the tiny remains of your little cock. When the mask slides back from your face you see a very pretty feminine angel's face underneath. Your long red hair emerges from under the helmet, spreading out behind you prettily.<<endif>>
<<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Your armor is covered with weapons. Cannons are mounted above your wrists, on your shoulders, by your knees and on your back. You could take on a small army.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Your armor has many specialized nozzles, especially near the wrists and feet. You can sense that through your power of the controls you can release jets of flame, air, or water through them. The air jets near your back allow you fly at greatly accelerated speeds.<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>Your armor is extremely flexible and reacts to your every command perfectly. You drop into a martial arts pose and your armor instinctively shows you a dozen and more ways to cripple the fat nerds in front of you. Pressure points and weaknesses appear in your vision. You drop the stance and grin at them innocently.<<endif>>
The two chubby angels are patting each other on the back and giving each other a ton of kudos. Obviously they are quite proud of themselves.
"Congratulations are in order!" They proclaim. "Project <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>Overwhelming<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>Super<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>Perfect<<endif>> <<if $jug3 eq "green">>Jade<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "blue">>Sky<<endif>><<if $jug3 eq "white">>Ice<<endif>> <<if $jug1 eq "superman">>Titan<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "alien">>Monster<<endif>><<if $jug1 eq "hottie">>Juggs<<endif>> is a complete success!!
[[Project What??!|JuggS7]]"Oh wow, and I used to think you were cute." You say, flipping your hand and turning around as if grossed out.
"You...you did Julie?" Erik's stunned voice replies.
"Well, yeah I mean you're totally hot and so cool but I didn't think you were really some loser who wanted to hurt people." You say, twirling your hair as if its obvious cool people don't do that.
"Oh, oh, no no, see because uh.." Erik stammers. "I was just cleaning it for my dad, that's all, I wouldn't hurt anyone. I promise."
"Really?" You say acting relieved.
"Oh, yeah, yeah." Erik stands up, confident now and walks over to you, sliding his hands around your slender waist. "And you're a total hottie too, man, all the guys say so." He leans in for a kiss.
You put a finger on his lips as he pulls your bodies together. "You sure you won't hurt anyone?" You say sweetly.
"Never hot stuff." He says, his hands dropping to your ass and cupping it as he kisses you intensely. You spend the next hour or so getting kissed, teased and groped before you make an excuse and head out the door. As soon as you leave reality swirls again.
[[Back to Della|Mercy2]]<<set $Mercy = "BB">>You stick to your guns. You take a defiant attitude with her, implying she'll never drag it out of you. After some rather brutal threats and displaying some knowledge of interrogation that makes you somewhat nervous you 'crack' under the pressure and spill that you went rogue and stole a power cell and came here looking to get rich off of it.
But while you've been explaining that, you've noticed that this lady has subtly arranged her hands in certain manners that tells you she is one of the Heralds. A group of female diplomatic angels that are assigned to situations in the Grey Realms. It looks like the Maker is hedging his bets and sent both of you here to deal with this problem.
You subtly signal back and she catches up on it. To anyone watching (and, let's be honest, at least a dozen people probably are) it would look like she is a loyalist angel interrogating you about a stolen power cell with you insulting and resisting her efforts in return. But under the words there are layers of code and double speak and nobody but the two of you are aware you are having a completely separate conversation.
At the end of it she's taken you prisoner to the public, and you've agreed to work with her in code, and the two of you [[head up to her suite.|Vishna2]]You let most of her spell wash over you. You aren't unhappy at all as your runic tattoos vanish, but you make note of the harmonics and the magical patterns that are washing over your body. And then you relax your demonic essence and corrupt it. You change the tune.
Where the spell was meant to make you modestly attractive, it creates a body that belongs on a goddess of sex. The masculine traits of your first body melt away, your hips widen, your waist narrows, your breasts blossom greatly. Your face loses every feature that could be called strong or harsh and becomes a welcoming, fantastically beautiful countenance. Every glance, every shift, every slight movement you make draws attention to your best features. Between your legs a gorgeous honeypot forms. Your raven-black hair is thick and voluminous, falling down your back in gorgeous waves, and your ice blue eyes could draw in anyone who gazes on them.
You let her spell remove the small horns on your head, but try to stop it from altering the natural heels on your feet. The spell stops at that point, Julia looks at you, stunned by the form you've taken now. But then another wave of magic hits you and you feel yourself shrinking down as your natural heels vanish. Awwww. Still, you let out a happy moan and run your hands upwards through your hair, tossing it behind your gorgeous pale shoulders and fixing Julia with a tempting stare.
"Oh my..." She mumbles, a hand to her chest clenching around her talisman there. "You...you're quite..." She stammers, her fingers running nervously over her talisman.
You're just thinking whether you should take the next step with her when she manages to regain her composure. She is suddenly holding a white cotton robe in her hands, it resembles a nun's habit.
"Put, put this on, quickly please." She stammers.
[[Accept the Modesty of the Robe|SLDX1Robe]]
[[Make the Robe a Little More "You"|SLDX1Sexy]]
<<silently>>
<<set $sucbody = "sexygirl">>
<<set $succrotch = "sexygirl">>
<<set $succhest = "sexygirl">>
<<set $sucfeet = "normal">>
<<endsilently>>Your maid friend is insatiable. You learn her name is Annabelle when she commands you to scream it. Almost every chance she gets she is dragging you into the nearest bedroom, or closet, or even just around the corner for a chance for your fingers to explore each other. Within a week or so of this you've got her loose enough to do anything you like with, and she hasn't questioned why you're always so tight and yet so flexible.
She sure enjoys it though. Today you were happily strutting your way to a laboratory to dust the beakers when Annabelle grabs your out of nowhere and hurries you into a seemingly empty room. You glance about, there is absolutely nothing in here. Something seems familiar about this but you don't have a chance to remember what before Annabelle breaks your concentration by slapping your ass hard enough to leave a red mark and taking your feather duster away.
You smile and purr as she caresses your nipples and bites at your neck just hard enough to not leave a mark. Her hands run up and down your silky clothes, and up your short skirt and petticoats, making you squirm and laugh.
"So, giggles," She says, using one of her mocking nicknames for you. She holds the end of the feather duster up in front of you, eyeing the phallic shape of the tip of it. "How far do you think I can get this up your ..."
"GIRLS." A voice shouts suddenly. You both gasp and turn, seeing Julia standing there. The door is still closed. Oh goddammit. This is one of her experiment rooms.
"What in the Maker's name are you doing? I should turn you both over to the Paladins at once!" Julia snaps. Her eyes are burning with real fury. She seems to be focusing especially at you.
You sense with your demonic vision and see ... jealousy? Oh that's so cute! But the look on her face is decidedly not.
"Oh uh I was just uh, inspecting her uniform and uh, utensils?" Annabelle tries, with an uncertain smile.
"I'm certain you were." Julia says dryly. "Get out of here and be ready to leave the Church. I will let you know my decision soon." Annabelle gulps and scurries off. "Leave that." Julia holds out her hand for the feather duster. Annabelle nervously places it in her hand, gives you one last look and vanishes out the door.
[[Get Lectured|JuliaSubLecture]]You pull a foot out of the minion's hand and kick out with your powerful leg, cutting deeply into his head with the sharp heel your ankle ends in. Quickly you swing both legs up above your head, kicking the minion holding your arms. He is stunned enough that you slip his grasp and escape the devil's lap.
The pain in your crotch is excruciating and your natural heels really limit your top running speed, but you manage to reach the stairs just in time to avoid a fiery blast that no doubt would have cooked you alive. You hear the footsteps of the minions behind you as you slam the heavy iron door and frantically run down the stairs looking for anything you can use to escape.
You have entered a torture room. There are wicked looking restraints and and a few various torture instruments that are no doubt quite effective against bound victims but probably not much good in a fight. This is the last place you want to be! Your blood starts to run cold.
A banging begins on the door, followed by an order to step aside and you then see the door start to glow. The devil is melting the lock rather than break it open.
Just as you are about to set yourself to grab the sharpest thing you can find and make a stand, the air shimmers in the far corner of the room. You watch as a glowing white portal begins to spread from it, grow to about two feet in diameter, and then start to recede. Whatever it is it isn't lasting long.
You have no real choice, staying here is a painful death sentence. You dive for the portal.
[[The Other Side|portalmeetsorcgirl]]The look in your eyes is all the encouragement she needs. She quickly moves her top two arms to grab your hands and pins them above your head as she rolls over to straddle you, stretching her legs to accommodate your wide hips. You hear a rattling noise as she wiggles her tail in excitement.
"Oh, you like that?" She says commandingly as her fingers begin to tease at your nipples. They're sensitive, but she knows just where to press and squeeze and pull to make you moan. "The Maker gives us each our unique forms, they all have their purpose...let me show you one of mine."
And with that she leans in and kisses you fully on the lips, as if she's swallowing your mouth into hers she opens so wide. You feel something pushing at your pussy lips and the sensation, combined with her hands on your nipples as she holds your wrists down is too much. You now know what girls mean when they refer to themselves as soaking wet. You want something sliding up in there. You need it. Something inside you feels incomplete without it.
And then it shoves in further and you realize she's fucking you with her rattle tail, and before you even think to suggest it it's shaking and vibrating inside of you, stirring up the water and making that sinister rattling noise as is buzzes in your pussy and fucks it at the same time.
Regina is obviously experienced. She fucks you slowly, teasing your buildup and your virginal body to heights of pleasure you'd never imagined before. Holding you still with her hands and her hips she kisses, twists, fucks you silly. Her stamina is superhuman and so is the sex. You lose track of time as the hours pass before she finally brings you orgasm.
She doesn't let you up still, she holds you down and gazes at you for a while, smiling to herself like a victorious conqueror. Finally she gives you one last kiss and then rolls off of you, relaxing back in the tub. She reaches over to a container on the edge of the bath and pulls out two rolled up papers of herbs and lights them both in her mouth before passing you one.
As you take it and inhale you realize that yes, this is exactly what you thought it was. Angels get high? Apparently their idea of right and wrong isn't exactly what the laws in your home world agreed with.
Lying there as the happy mellow buzz takes the edge off of coming down from your orgasm you can't help but think that this truly is Paradise.
[[All Good Things Come (to an End)|Herald6]]You walk, naked, through the short and dirty spaces between the stone huts. It would be wrong to call them streets. There is no organization here, no basic cleanliness, the place is filthy, smells awful, and the people are malnourished, inbred, and freakish in their variation. As cultures go it's a bit of a fixer upper you can't help but think.
The hall of Grom the Mountain King is one story, there is a man leaning up against the entrance way inside. He glances up at you and his lips pull back from his teeth as he snarls and lifts his club. Your horns and unnatural ability to walk tall and proud while hugely pregant obviously scares him.
You lift a finger to your lips. "Shhhh." You say sweetly before he can scream an alarm. "<<print $dname>> is not here for you. Not unless you offend her." He babbles something incoherent, and then drops his clubs and falls on his knees before you. You smile. "Good." You say, walking past him you trail a hand through his hair like you would a loyal dog.
The stone enclosure is only partially roofed. The area that serves as the Mountain King's throne room is open to the elements. A primitive stone throne carves from a single rock dominates the grassy courtyard. The Mountain King sits there. He is young, although that hardly means anything considering you doubt that you'll see many middle aged persons here, and stringy black hair hangs down over his face and back. He looks a bit smarter than the average Stedt. He is hugely muscled, almost freakishly so, and he is taller even than Rock, standing a good two feet taller than you. He gnaws on barely cooked meat served to him by two naked girls, the ash that covers their milky skin smeared with gigantic handprints.
Several dozen other men and women are crammed into this small courtyard. A posee of sorts. Those especially favored no doubt. You see small trinkets and rewards on their clothing, those that are wearing any, or woven into their hair. Some are clearly serving others. A sort of primitive aristocracy is forming.
The King glances up at you and alarm shoots through his eyes instantly. Nothing that looks like you should be near him, that much is obvious. He reaches for a weapon at the side of his throne. It is a large sword, made of steel. It is dented and in poor condition, but a metal weapon. Here is the power that made him king.
"I am King here, hell-whore." Grom says. "Kneel."
[[You may sit on your dirt pile, if you Worship Me|CundaKingLives]]
[[None rule the Stedt but Me|CundaKingDies]]"Okay time to upgrade this thing!" The first voice says with true nerdy joy.
<<if $jug2 eq "guns">>"Yes, more and more of those things!" You hear a lot of additions being bolted to your arms and back and legs and all over. "More firepower, more!" They shout wildly. <<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>The nerds are jabbering so fast you can barely keep up. They are making dozens of modifications to the controls of your vehicles, the outputs and the energy projectors. <<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>You feel the body of your suit being jerked back and forth and spun about as they make sure it has perfect balance and that it is highly attuned to your mental responses. <<endif>>
"Okay, I think that's it, let's get him outta there!"
<<if $jug1 eq "hottie">>"Don't you mean her?" The other voice snickers.
"Haha, oh yeah." They laugh at your expense.<<else>><<endif>>
[[The Chamber Starts to Clear...|JuggS6]]You point to the forge world, lips curling back from your impressive fangs at the thought of slaughter that will come from a very hard fought battle. Zajj nods in approval. He moves to join his own ships as hellish furnaces ignite rare metals inside the bowels of your ships and huge gouts of flame push your dreadnaughts into the stars.
As you watch the stars fly past from the command deck of the dreadnaught you see some charts in front of you that map out the defenses you'll be up against.
There are automated satellites all around this planet, all primed to detonate at the first sign of anything the size of your ship. They don't appear strong enough to take out your ships, but they would do some damage. Or you could safely take them out from afar, but that would give the people more time to prepare their defenses. Decisions, decisions...
[[Take them out from afar!|WSMSnipe]]
[[Power through!|WSMBrute]]You barely have the chance to explain what is going on to her before she is praising you incessantly. "You were incredible back there!" The girl gasps. You smile, feeling good to be the one who does the saving this time.
"Don't mention it. I'm Kayla."
"I..." She pauses, looking confused.
"Can't remember? Me either." She smiles. She is somewhat plain faced but has kind features, she is just a few inches shorter than you with dark skin and straight blonde hair. It has pink highlights and her skin is covered with intricate tattoos that you notice softly glowing. "What is..." You point to them.
"Oh, uh, just the style where I came from." She smiles. She must be from a world that was very advanced. "I had to get them maintained. I suppose they'll fade out here."
"So, uh, where did you come from?"
"The City of Brass." She says evenly. When she sees your uneasy look she laughs and waves it off. "I was an accountant." She says, shaking her head. "Not some sort of demon warrior if that's what you're worried about. Which Lord did you serve?"
"The Maker." You say. She looks a bit surprised. "Yeah, we come from all backgrounds here. Once we're through the shield their influence is gone. We can be ourselves."
"Nice." The girl likes what she hears. "I do need a name though."
"I think I'll call you Gabby." You say. "You seem like a Gabby."
"Gabby, Gabby." She shrugs. "Yeah that works." She's pretty, friendly, and seems open minded. You could have some fun with her if you wanted.
[[Puruse a Relationship with Gabby|BEGabby]]
[[Get Back to Your Job|BEFZ]]
<<set $gabby = "friend">>You are sleeping, curled up in your cave, one day when you hear voices outside. Human voices. Your ears perk up as you listen to them.
"Are you certain the witch is near? I have heard she is as deadly as she is beautiful."
"We have nothing to fear. With the blessing of the Great Maker we shall strike low the putrid thing no matter how pleasing her earthly form."
You chuckle. Maybe they'll get rid of Malleguarde for good then. Hmmm what are those barking dogs? Why are they getting louder?
Your eyes shoot open as you realize they are coming after you! You scramble for your cauldron and grab some potions desperately. You have several clutched in your arms as the soldiers swarm you. You manage to inflict several horrific curses on them, but in the end it is not enough and you are sliced to ribbons by their blessed swords.
As you ugly corpse lies twitching on the ground the captain of the men stand over you, sheathing his sword.
"Father," he turns to a priest. "Get to work undoing those curses. I'll burn the body."
"I thought you said she was a deadly as she was beautiful?" A nearby soldier asks, kicking at your body, which is not beautiful in the slightest.
"Indeed." The captain says. "She was neither."
When you wake up again, you are in [[a familiar place.|MalBadPit]]
<<set $malbad = "witch">>You feel compelled to lead by example. You beckon a young Marku woman to you and lead her up to your palanquin. You make sure your people notice you doing this. She is every bit as skilled as you imagined her to be and makes the night pass quite enjoyably.
You don't feel the need to be particularly assertive with her as she appears to be quite submissive by nature. Without questioning she lets enjoy her in every way you wish, and she drinks from your breasts only when you command, and eats you out and fingers you exactly to your specifications. Anything you command her to he does without hesitation.
She curls up next to you as you sleep and you pet her head as you doze off, wondering how anyone could possibly ever not want their very own Marku girl.
[[Push on in the Morning|SMarku3]]You get to work fixing your hair and makeup.
<<if $gbonus eq "femmefatale">>You clean your mysterious eyes and pouting lips up and pull your thick hair back into a low ponytail. You look so boring now, but you'll be able to do the job a lot better.<<endif>><<if $gbonus eq "maid">>You decide not to find out what it feels like to have your pigtails used as handlebars during a blowjob. You pull your hair back into one, low ponytail and remove your pink lip gloss and dark eyeliner. While you look very boring now, at least you'll be better able to work out.<<endif>>
[[Check yourself out in the mirror again|BDEval]]
<<set $gbonus = "trained">>You grin. You have grown greatly in power since you last met this fool. You take wing for the iron tower of the devil lord who chased you out of the Pit in the first place. A fitting place to start your empire.
You spread your wings and soar through the burning air, gaining height and departing the pit as you follow your demonic memory to where his tower is. It is carefully hidden, well protected. He was a fool to show you where it was, and a greater one to let you escape.
You stride into the devil's hall like you own the place. And you soon will. The devil stands quickly as you enter, magical traps activating. You shrug off the arcane energy and toss it aside, striding powerfully towards the devil.
He leaps to his feet and flies to attack you. Your extend your hand and catch his throat in it. His energy drains into your as your skin touches. He struggles uselessly.
"Who...who are you?" He gasps.
"Don't you recognize me?" You say with a dark glare at him. "I am your...
[[Mistress|domsucgirl]]
[[Master|domsucboy]]
[[Liege|domsucliege]]
...now if I let you go will you show me the proper respect?"
//Checkpoint Reached - Turning the Tables//
<<remember $CheckPtSubbyDevilMeetDom = "yes">>+++++TOP SECRET+++++
Juggernaut Protocol 16. Not for dissemination to non-authorized personnel. Violators will be nominated for extinguishment.
//I'd be more effective if I had //
[[A) Lots of Guns|Jug2Guns]]
[[B) Control of the Elements |Jug2Ele]]
[[C) Mastery of my own Body |Jug2Monk]]
<<set $jug1 = "hottie">>You step through the door to your left and enter a warm, inviting room. The furniture is all pleasantly colored cloth, stuffed couches and chairs around a table filled with delicious smelling foods. You don't recognize all of them, but some of them are your favorites. You feel as though you can simply reach out and take it. You should. It's right that you do....
<<if $sex eq "male">>As you eat the food a happy smile spreads across your face, only to be broken by a cry of pain as your body shifts. Your breasts swell, your hips widen and the formerly well occupied space between your legs becomes fully female. You have no time to wonder, marvel, or react furiously to this as whatever thoughts you were about to have are strangely muted. You can only assume this is due to the delicious food you just ate. You reach out for more but are interrupted by a stranger's voice.<<else>>As you eat the food a happy smile spreads across your face, only to be broken by a cry of pain as your body shifts. Your breasts swell to a larger size and your hips widen to motherly widths. Your waist thins as your body rearranges itself to perfect hourglass proprotions. You have no time to wonder, marvel, or react to this as whatever thoughts you were about to have are strangely muted. You can only assume this is due to the delicious food you just ate. You reach out for more but are interrupted by a stranger's voice.<<endif>>
"There now." A pleasant woman speaks from in front of you as an angel appears. "Now that you're in a more appropriate form, we can proceed." She seems to be eyeing your newer, bouncier chest approvingly.
Your hostess stand a few inches taller than you, with honey blonde hair that frames her face and stops before her shoulders. Her skin is pale, but not like yours, pale like the light skinned people of your former world. She is wearing a quilted tunic that hugs her stylishly and a pair of heeled wooden shoes. It seems incongruous.
"I am Della, welcome to the Mercies." She extends a hand, which you take without thinking. "Let us begin. First, we must see where your conscience leads you." Without taking any motions that you can see, she somehow causes the reality around you swirl.
[[Begin the Test|Mercy1]]
[[React Furiously|QuestionMercy]]
//Checkpoint Reached - The Maker's Mercy//
<<remember $CheckPtMercy = "yes">><h1><center>Oblivion</center></h1>No. You shut it out. Whatever it is you don't care to hear it. And that's not all you turn your back on.
No more of this. No more intrusive signals, no more good no more evil. It was all a joke anyway. You can't sigh, but you would.
Without taking any action, you relax. And in a split second the will that was keeping you from Oblivion is gone. You fall back into it. But this time you do not resist, you welcome its sweet embrace. This is all you've ever wanted. No more pain, no more stress, no more hassles. Nothing.
Thoughts dance in your calm consciousness. All of the things you can never do now. All of the things you never have to deal with. No more sensations. No more joy. No more bullshit. No more pain. You feel one last thing - an intense, bittersweet mix of euphoria and regret.
And then you are no more.
<center>//You have fallen to Oblivion.
Your soul is no more.
This story is over.//
<<silently>>Want to <<click "Try Again? ">><<script>>UISystem.restart()<</script>><</click>> </center><<endsilently>>The next few weeks are a blur of working out hard, eating a lot of protein, and working out harder. Your fat melts away and your muscles grow and in a month's time you are keeping up with Montana throughout his exercise routine. Even he is very impressed.
You are just finishing a set of reverse curls when you hear Dagget's voice command you to stand at attention. You do quickly, still holding the weights in your hands.
"Kalya. You've really whipped yourself into shape." He says sounding impressed. "You're a hell of a lot better than the sorry recruit who showed up a month ago. I'm promoting you to full Deputy. You'll start patrolling tomorrow."
"Sir, yes sir!" You shout happily in response.
"Put those weights down." He says with a smile, you bend down and set them on the ground. He then pulls out a law enforcement badge and hands it to you. You see the name Kayla engraved on it. He also hands you a utility belt, a tazer, a nightstick, a few pairs of handcuffs and a semiautomatic handgun with a few spare clips. "You have jurisdiction over the entire complex." He says. "You report to me only. You are licensed to detain or kill at your discretion. Any threat to the security of the complex you are authorized to eliminate. Do me proud Deputy."
The two of you hug, he swats your ass in a friendly manner, and you go home to celebrate your promotion and get ready for your first patrol.
[[Protect and Serve|DeputyKayla]]"Yes, much thank you," you say nicely.
"I bet," she says with a smile as she pets you naked belly. "We've already pumped about a dozen pounds of cum out of you. You had quite the little vacation huh?" There's definitely a teasing element to her smile now.
"It was unexpected that's for sure." You say, leaning back. "Can you take my hands out of these restraints."
"Sorry, not authorized." The nurse says. "I need the doctor's permission, he should be back from lunch in a few hours though." She pulls some strands of your long black hair back from your face and out of your eyes. "Poor thing you must be beat. We're running some nutrients into you." She nods to an IV line in one of your arms. "And that boy juice out of you." She nods down to the tube coming out of your ass. "Hopefully you'll feel better soon. Oh hello..." All of her attention has got your cock stirring and she reaches down and rubs it gently. "Well at least this still works huh?" She wraps her hands around it and strokes up and down smiling at you, fully aware of what she's doing.
"How about a spongebath?" She asks, with a raise of her eyebrows.
[[Oh yes. Very yes.|Sissysponge]]You summon some animal minions to your side. Spiders and lizards crawl from their homes in the tower and take places on the walls. They will tell you at once if they see Malleguarde emerging from the woods.
You depart the walls and return to the master bedroom. You meditate for some time, regaining some of the mystic energy you've expended. Your reverie is not interrupted by any of your minions and a quick magical pulse shows they are still present. Your spells seem to have done their job. A thought crosses your mind and you walk over to the magic mirror and regard it.
"Heed my question magic mirror." You say with a smug grin. "Who is that rules from here?"
"You do, my mistress." The mirror replies, sounding awfully worried.
"And why is that?"
"Because Malleguarde will never return to rule from this tower." He sounds regretful.
"She isn't dead?" You cock your head suspiciously.
"No." The mirror says. "But her life is faint."
You pause for a moment. Is this the part of the story where the overconfident evil sorceress makes a foolish mistake that costs her later? Psh. That's just superstition.
In the days to come you burn all of Malleguarde's remaining clones and magically seal the portal that you entered this realm from. When she succumbs to her wounds, there will be no clone to save her, and she will not return the way you came.
"Well then." You say. "Now that I am the only remaining Malleguarde, I had better do all I can to fill her pretty shoes." You reach for one of her magical tomes.
[[Become a Sorceress|VanityPart2]]<<set $malleguarde = "alive">>Kali obviously feels like they owe you, for killing you, and cooperates willingly as you both strip naked quickly. Kali's body is every bit as intriguing as they described it, with noticable feminine curves, hairless beauty, and some muscular toughness, especially around the arms. Kali has both a rather nice cock, and a lovely pussy. After thinking briefly you decide reverse cowgirl is really the way to go to max out on this.
You lower your curvy ass onto Kali's stomach, nuzzling it up against their little breasts, their fingers running over its soft inviting curves as you slide their cock into yourself. They really know how to use it and its hard to concentrate on rubbing their pussy. The clit is almost hidden under their balls so you have to gently cup them with one hand. You put your other into a shocker position and slide it in and out, making Kali's grunts of exertions from fucking you mingle with moans of joy as you fingerfuck them while riding their cock.
You find the whole experience a little mentally taxing but once you get the hang of it bringing a lover off two ways at the same time is a lot of fun. The more joy you give them with your fingers, the more energy Kali puts into fucking you. You could play this way all day, but after some time you feel the poison start to work and quickly finish both Kali and yourself off.
As you lay there in the afterglow, Kali once again apologizes for killing you. You smile and shrug. "It's alright. I'm not going anywhere I haven't been before." You wink at them as your body starts to turn to ash.
[[Wake up in the Pit|DevilPit]]
//Unfinished Path - Julia: Kali//
//Unfortunately this Julia path is unfinished. Julia's content is quite complex with many different permutations.//<<remember $UFPJuliaKali= "yes">>
Hesitation is for the weak, the timid, the cowardly. You are not these things. You are Fury, the demon of bloodlust. You take the name as your prize for your victory.
For victorious you are. You fly forwards until you are at eye level with it. Your claws recede as you slam your powerful fists into the demon's head. Over and over you strike until the dazed beast falls to its knees. And then your claws come out and you rip its throat open, slash its jaw to ribbons and stomp the life out of it.
It was large, powerful, and strong from countless battles. Now it will return to the Pit. Perhaps it will find you again someday. But the memory of lemure is weak and it will likely forget that you sent it there.
Your victory roar this time shakes the ground around you. Your sense of exultation is beyond anything you've felt before. This is power.
[[Take the Sword|SwordofWrath]]"Yes Mistress," They purr, gently leading you back to your throne and letting you rest in it. You smile at them. One has started to rub your feet and kiss them as he does so, the other has started to gently suck at your engorged breasts.
You close your eyes and moan happily. Your tits are very sensitive and the relief from your minion sucking the milk out of them is lovely. You can almost sense him growing stronger and more lustful as he gulps down your delicious milk. He stops and motions for the other one to switch places with him, and then he goes to rub your feet while the other sucks your opposite nipple.
"Very good." You purr appreciatively.
"No less than you deserve great mother!" They gush.
"Good boys..." You spread your legs. "One after the other now." The minions decide by some mental contest that doesn't interest you who goes first, and he moves forward quickly, his massive cock poking at the entrance to your wet pussy. As big as he is you find it is no problem to take him. You have a ladyhole made for birthing monsters, you can handle monster cocks.
He slides into you and your pussy squeezes around him, reshaping itself to make this as fun as possible. You moan as he begins to stuff you full, your pregnant belly wobbling a little with every thrust. He leans forward and sucks on your tits again, rejuvenated by your marvelous milk. It keeps him hard and horny, just how you like him.
He fucks you to several wonderful orgasms and then he switches with his partner. The rivers of cum that sprayed out of his balls is deep inside you now. You know that, unfortunately, two demons cannot breed with each other. Half breeds with mortals are possible (if soulless and quite vulnerable to holy power) but pure demons cannot be bred.
These thoughts are intrinsic to your new form as your second minion fucks you with his massive cock. He also sustains himself on your milk as he fucks you and you find the experience incredibly erotic. They worship you as your pregnant, swollen form deserves, rubbing your stomach and kissing it as they fuck you. When you finally command him to cum and he squirts deep inside you, you have been brought off easily a dozen times.
You moan happily as they clean you up. Your body is so heavy you could just lie on your back getting ravaged forever...
[[Recover your sense, and head through the portal|Cunda]]"Alright, so let's get started." Gloria says cheerfully. "Step into the tube, you'll get sent to your destination and given the body the Maker desires you to have there. Once your task is done, you'll be returned. Remember, your goal is to inspire others. Whether you are personally successful does not matter at all because you aren't really human."
Gloria stands and ushers you to a clear circle of plastic that slides on its axis and opens up for you to step into it. Gloria picks up a clipboard and looks at the letters that appear before her eyes.
"Hmm. You're starting off humble. Most of the girls in your division do. Galaxy Trailer Park in a place called Pennsylvania." She wraps her tongue awkwardly around the word. "You'll be sent to replace the eldest daughter of the Henderson family. She dies in a car wreck at age 18. So sad." Gloria shakes her head. "You'll take over for her. You should be able to get this done in a few years down there. The time will just fly by."
"Toodles!" Gloria says with a cheerful wave.
Well, was all rather sudden.
[[Tube Travel is all the Rage|Ingenue2]]Two non-descript young men in their early twenties are getting stoned and playing a video game in a very average apartment. Flashing effects and colors fill the screen. They ignore the world around them, as people knock on the door and try to call them. One of them will become a cocaine addict and end up in and out of prison the rest of his life. The other will become a successful finance officer and raise a large family and have a street named after him. They will both look back on these moments as the life they wish they could have lived forever.
[[Focus on Another Memory|RandomLink()]]
[[Pull Yourself out of Here, Refuse to Fade|NoFade]]
[[Fade Forever|EndingTrueOblivion]]<<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>The angel attempts to get to his feet, thinking that perhaps he will be able to best you now that you are unarmed. More fool he.
You move in quickly and inside of his strike, capturing his arm between your arm and your body you twist behind him and bend his arm backwards until you hear a bone crack. The angel screams in pain and tries to pull away, kicking back at you. You grab his leg, wrap your thighs around it and go to the ground, twisting it in a similar manner while keeping your strong arms wrapped around his torso. He snaps again, nearly crying now from all the pain you have put him through.
You toss his body away and glare down at it in its broken state.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "sexy">>"Poor angel. Always wanting what you can't have." You lean in and whisper cruelly. You slide your hand down his pants and grab his cock. A look of hope appears on his face.
But then you squeeze. You squeeze powerfully with clawed hands and he screams, a scream that rises higher in patch as you crush and twist evilly.
He falls to the ground, holding his crotch and spasming just like any man would, divine or not after what you did to him. The fact that it is already nearly completely healed does not lessen the pain.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "fire">>You glare at the angel, channeling your rage at his defiance into increasingly powerful magic.
The fire and water swirl around him, the water now freezing into sharp cold crystals that burn his skin nearly as badly as the fire that washes over him. He screams in agony as he experienced the unique terror of being frostbitten and cooked at the same time.
You wave your hands and dispel your elements, smirking at his broken form as it lies before you.<<endif>>
There are very few who do not chant your name as you [[approach the nearly defeated angel.|Cafdr3]]<<if $stedtbonus eq "pro">>You kick him hard in his chest knocking him down on his back. In one deft move you straddle his chest and position yourself so that your cock flops heavily onto his chin.
"Suck." You command. He struggles against you. You slap him around a bit more and he concedes with a few short sucks. While the feeling itself isn't so special, doing this to an angel in the middle of a fight is just kind of awesome. You grab his head and jerk it back and forth a few more times before standing up and seeing the reaction from the crowd. They love it. Including most of the Anwar standing on the city walls.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "sexy">>You can't help but laugh at the state of the poor angel. You wrap your hands around his hand and bring it down to your cock, which you expose. "Touch." You command.
Almost too eagerly the angel starts jerking you off. You grin at him. "Can't get that from your precious maker can you?" You taunt him. His eyes shoot open and he realizes what he's doing. He tries to shove you away, but in his weakened state he succeeds only at tumbling to the ground himself. You put your cock away and hear the laughing reaction from the crowd.<<endif>><<if $stedtbonus eq "fire">>You smile at the angel and then an evil thought occurs to you. You drop your hands and lift just one finger, straight up. A single, thin, phallic icicle suddenly rockets out of the ground and straight up the angel's backside.
The angel screams and squirms and tries to fight, wriggling around like, well, like an angel getting ass raped by a piece of ice.
"Gonna have trouble explaining that one back home eh?" You taunt him. "I heard your Maker isn't a fan of this so much." You laugh as his strugglings finally make the rocks crumble. It has exhausted him too much though and he lies there, panting and gasping.<<endif>>
There are very few who do not chant your name as you [[approach the nearly defeated angel.|Cafdr3]]You walk past the nervous young poet and onto a cozy little balcony, making sure you give him eye contact on the way by. It is enough encouragement that a few moments later you hear him nervously clearing his throat.
"//Oh lady of the lovely curves
Bow I to your pleasant silhouette
And pray a kiss to calm my nerves//."
He intones, bowing low to you as you turn to see what in the world he is going on about. "I uh, hello?" You try, not entirely sure how to respond. But he isn't done.
"//For though your hair like raven, yet
Has my heart aflutter as of this meeting
I promise love you won't regret.//"
You put a hand up as if to stop him as you try to figure out what exactly he is proposing. "Oh no that's al..." You try to stop him but apparently he's going to keep going.
"//My love 'twill be true, and never fleeting
What man could leave your gorgeous breasts?
One look at them, and I needs be feeding."//
As his poem finishes he suddenly dives forwards planting his face in your cleavage.
You have had enough. You grab a flowerpot from the edge of the balcony and smash it over his head, knocking him unconscious. "Bad idea." You mutter to yourself. "Bad, bad idea."
Now, who shall you really, target?
[[The Lovely Dark-Skinned Female Ambassador|Zambabwei]]
[[The Mysterious Figure who is Probably an Assassin|ScorpionSuc]]It does not take long for Anwar-Mesh to respond. The gates open and a convey of soldiers wearing glistening metal armor march out. At their center is a man who must be the king. He wears armor gilded with the finest gold engravings and he wields in his hand a scepter of finest craftsmanship. His long beard is carefully trimmed and he is every bit the picture of an ancient king.
An old man walks beside him, wearing humble robes. His aura positively glows with the Maker's power. You cannot see his featrues under his hood.
Behind him on the city walls the people of the great city are gathered. They sense that their future is about to be decided.
The soldiers part. You walk up to the King. He does not bow.
"Succubus, you may not threaten my people..." The King begins. You cut him off.
"I do not threaten your people little King." You smile, <<if $mkcunda eq "dead">>distinctly remembering your first encounter with Grom. This man is really no better.<<endif>><<if $mkcunda eq "alive">>thinking of how much better that regalia will look on loyal Grom.<<endif>> "I merely threaten you." You speak softly, but your voice carries to the corners of the assembled people.
"You threaten my God." The king retorts.
"True." You smile too sweetly. "And if you would side with him, there is no place for you in my land." Murmurs of agreement come from behind you.
"We shall always side with the Maker." The old man beside the king speaks, in a voice too strong for a man his age.
"And you may do that all you wish. Elsewhere." You say. "Stand aside."
"What is it your design?" The old man speaks.
You point to the top of the ziggurat. "To smash that crystal and take it's power." You say simply.
"I cannot allow this." The old man steps forwards now, the king behind him apparently forgotten as the bearded ruler steps away. The soldiers with them back off too, giving the two of you space.
"In the name of the Most Holy Maker." The old man intones, standing up straight, "I will cast you back to the hell that spawned you." His hood falls off of his face, revealing a man with glowing eyes and darkly tattooed skin. A pair of wide feathered wings made of crystals spreads from his back and blue fire springs from his hands engulfing his fists.
Behind him, the king, soldiers, and assembled men and women gasp. Many of them kneel.
"Do your best, angel." You say with sultry confidence as you relax your stance into a fighting posture. "I wouldn't want the storytellers to say this was too easy."
[[Fight!|angeldemonfight]]When you march to the next city with loyal Anwar amongst your ranks you find shockingly little resistance. Between the fact that you annihilated the army sent to stop you and the fact that their brethern have joined with you, this city is smart enough to not risk their lives to fight. A brief negotiation and the city surrenders outright to you. This pattern repeats itself as you march down the mighty river, bringing relief from the Maker's chains like the winter thaw washing away the sediment along the river's banks.
Anwar-Kull is final and greatest city along the river. It is the last place you find resistance.
The great walls that surround the city are taller than a man but even so the ziggurat in the city center rises high above it. Even from a distance you can see the light glistening off a fantastically large pure gem at the height of the ziggurat. You can sense the holy magic emanating from it. This is the source of the Maker's influence on this world. You lips curl as you realize you must smash it. Not only will that seal off the Maker, but it will give you the power you need to descend to your personal hell once again.
While many in your ranks are eager to burn the city to the ground and plunder it, you are not willing to sacrifice so many souls who can give you great power with their faith. This great city by itself has more people in it than a significant portion of all the land you have conquered thus far.
You reach the gates and stand proudly before them. You tell the guards to send word to Anwar-Mesh, that the great goddess <<print $dname>> has come to invite the king to kneel at her feet.
[[Wait for the Response|AC3]]You emerge from the tent, re-lacing up the front of your dress, much more relaxed than when you arrived. There were indeed many, many, hungry little children, but there are far less now. You breathe a huge sigh of relief, at least you know you aren't going to ever have to look far for a mouth to feed.
Just as you are wondering what to do next you are grabbed from behind around the waist and hoisted into the air. You scream with shock as a deep voice laughs at you and drags you into a nearby tent. You are slammed down on the ground and see your abductor.
He is a positively filthy wreck of humanity. In his eyes you see a bloodthirsty, amoral killer who no doubt excels as a soldier. "Don't scream too loud. I'll have to shut you up if you do." He says, undoing his belt.
You move to prop yourself up on your elbows but a strong backhard across your mouth throws you back on the ground. "Did I tell you to move?" He snaps, cock dangling in his other hand. "Just lie there." He flips your skirts up and very quickly has his half-hard cock into your pussy. You can tell he's done this before, many times.
You aren't inclined to fight back. The practical side of you tells you there isn't much point. The demonic side of you tells you this will be fun. The moral side of you tells you it's better this happens to a lust demon than a mortal woman. All say, let it happen.
You spread your legs for him and wiggle your hips to get comfy on the dirt floor as he shoves his cock up into you. He puts a hand next to your head on the ground to brace himself. "Good wench." He says, then he notices the string hanging from the front of your dress. He smirks and pulls it, undoing it and revealing your big breasts.
"Quite a pair." He says, impressed. Before you can say anything he slaps you across them, hard. He laughs as they jiggle, but breaks into guffaws as he sees the milk spatter from them. "Well, well, looks like someone beat me to knocking you up." He laughs and slaps them hard the other way.
"Well shit." He grabs both tits and squeezes them hard, drenching your chest in milk. He laughs again, and pulls out of you, moving up your body to straddle your stomach he slaps his cock between your tits and starts fucking them, using your milk as lubricant. "Hold them." He commands.
You smoosh your hands into the side of your tits, creating a valley of cleavage for his fock to slide in and out of. He tweaks your nipples directly, very amused at the endless stream of milk that comes out of them, you glance down at the cock that keeps poking in and out of your cleavage, poking into your mouth, just barely too short to reach your lips.
The man doesn't take long to cum. When he is about ready he grabs your head and pulls it up forcing to look at his cock as it sprays all over your face. His second splurt doesn't go as far and ends up mostly between your tits. There is no third spurt, the remaining cum drips out of his cock into your cleavage.
"Now that was fun." He says, standing up and doing his belt back up again. "Never did //that// before. Not with the milk anyway." He licks some off of his fingers. "Mmmm. Good too. You might be my new favorite." He laughs and exits the tent.
Well. That's the life of a wetnurse in a barracks apparently.
[[Enjoy it|WetNurseFun]]
[[Put Up with it|WetNurseEnd]]As you lock eyes with Unklangor across the room, everything else seems to fade away. A smile plays across your pretty scaled face and a goofy grin spread across his. You leave Lur'grish in mid ramble and run to your lover. Likewise he stands up from the table he was sitting at and meets you in the middle of the ballroom.
The two of you embrace passionately, kissing and running your hands over reach other. He grabs your big ass and gropes your thick tail and it sends quivers all through your body and makes your scaly cock hard as you show him your love. If only his cock had grown back. You can't wait to have it up inside of you again.
There are cheers from the other partygoers as the two of you show your true love for each other. When the kiss finally breaks both of you are grinning like idiots. The rest of the night is a happy blur that you spend in his lap, kissing him and devoting yourself to him fully.
[[And they lived happily ever after|EndingMotherLizard]]"Yes, please," you say trying to remain professional.
"You got it princess." She says, going to one of the cabinets and removing a bucket, she crosses to the sink and starts to fill it with pure water and take a sponge from one of the cabinets.
"Can you not call me that?" You ask, wincing at the girly nickname.
"Oh sorry, force of habit. This is actually the Herald's wing of the hospital for female operatives. When they first brought you in they didn't check to see if the pretty pregnant lady had a cock or not." She laughs. "I'm used to having female patients, it creeps into my bedside manner I suppose."
She sits down on the bed, her hips nuzzling up against yours as she starts to run the water across your body, washing every inch of it. She starts with your feet. When she reaches your cock she gets it quite soapy and slippery and then starts blatantly stroking you off smiling at you as she does. "I don't get many cocks in here, well, other than the stupid doctors." She rolls her eyes. "Yours is definitely the prettiest I've seen in a while." She reaches down and kisses the head of it, and then impulsively starts sucking it to go with the handjob.
It's been long enough and she's good enough that she sucks you to orgasm very quickly, making you moan and buck into her mouth as you don't cum at all.
She smiles at you when she finishes and then glances down at your nipples. "Oh hey I guess these work too," she says, tweaking your rock hard nubs and making you squirm. She laughs and washes her way over your still sort of swollen belly.
When she reaches your breasts she starts washing very thoroughly, making you moan out loud and drowning out any of your protests as she expertly cleans you up and fondles and gropes and kneads and tugs you to the point of another orgasm. "Mmmm. Never coaxed a boobgasm out of someone with a cock before." She smirks, proud of herself as she finishes washing your arms and face.
"Now for [[part two|ssponge2]]."The tears stream down your face and you feel like your ass is being split open, you can barely feel your little cock anymore but every slam into the desk edge sends a fresh sharp stabbing pain through your body and causing you to sob anew.
Stone is relentless. He doesn't show any signs of stopping no matter how much you beg, in fact he brags about how he can stay hard for days and how you're not going to have anything left to pretend to be a man with by the time he's done with you, and how you'll be begging to be his little cock-loving pet before he goes soft. You're starting to believe him when suddenly, out of the blue, he halts completely.
He's hilted all the way inside of you, and you find it hard to move your back in this position but you manage to crane your neck around and see that he looks terrified. Craning your neck again you see a spherical little thing floating in the air right above you. It is black and silver with a glowing red light shining from the center. You swallow trying to regain your composure as you realize it must be a recording device.
"No...no..." Captain Stone starts to stammer. "It, he seduced me, he must be a demon, I...No please..." Now he is the one who looks like he is going to cry. Despite his fear he remains rock hard and buried deep inside you, after a few wiggles to try to remind him he doesn't seem to want to move and you sigh and wait to see what he does next.
"Oh sweet Maker have mercy..." He closes his eyes and leans down next to you and whispers in your ears. "You were worth it." Just then the door of the office turns to splinters and two large male angels dressed in brick red colored plated armor burst in. They are both holding very thick weapons that look like shotguns.
"Compliance Forces!" They announce themselves. "On the Ground!" They yell at Stone and he quickly moves back from you, his cock finally pulling out of your ass you let out a gasp as the pressure rushes back in and it instantly starts to throb. "You, stay where you are." The other one yells at you.
The two men glance about the room. "Clear." One calls over his shoulder and a third angel enters. He is wearing officious looking robes in the same brick red as the two with the guns, but his stern features are more like those of a priest than a cop.
"Captain Errol Stone, you have been reported for violating His Will." He glances down at you and then his eyes narrow. "Take the captain to the oubliette," he tells the two man, who grab the captain. He stands and walks with them, looking as proud as he can given his nakedness and erection.
"He'll be taken to solitary confinement in a pillar of aether. He may be allowed to leave in several hundred years. He'll likely choose to Fade before then." You gulp as you realize Stone wasn't kidding about the consequences of man on man love up here. And he said you were worth it?!?
"And you." The man who looks like a priest eyes you like you're a rather venomous spider. "I think you need to be isolated at once before this happens again." His eyes trail up and down your curves.
[[Try to Escape|EndingOubliette]]
[[Go Peacefully|juggcomplianceprison]]<h1><center>Pirate Wench</center></h1>//One week Later//
"So uh you had the grog right?" You ask nervously, holding the mug of random booze tossed together that these sky pirates seem to love so much. The drunken pirate looks up at you, squints, then reaches out and squeezes one of your breasts as if making sure you're real. His hand covers more of your prodigious bosom than the tiny little black top you're wearing. This is probably because your top is a few old bandanas tied together.
You sigh and stand there, staring at the ceiling until he's done. "Yeaaaaaaassss." He says slowly. You set the grog down and turn to walk away, nimbly leaning to one side to dodge the expected pinch, your short little pleated skirt swaying delightfully as you do. "Four more!" He calls after you.
The large gold hoops in your ears dangle prettily as you prance in your high heeled booties back to the bar to get your next order. You lean down on it and flash a number 4 to the surly bartender.
"Four whats?" He calls back to you.
You stare at him incredulously. "Four grogs! We don't serve anything else!" You say exasperated.
"Oh." He says. Yup, he's been drinking again. You sigh and are about to get comfy and wait when your ass is pinched hard causing you to squeak and turn around. When you turn you see the pirate that had you over his shoulder in the office building a week ago leering at you.
"Well hey there, how's my favorite bar wench?" He says mockingly.
"So thrilled with the wonderful job you got me." You mutter, glaring daggers at him.
"Oh don't be sore sweetie. Plenty of time for that after I have that arse." He reaches around you and cups it possessively. "Sides, we couldn't take you on the ship with us. We gave you every chance and you failed every piratin' lesson!"
You blush as he fondles you. "Not my fault" you say, leaning into him. "You should give me another chance."
The pirate laughs, "If you want me ta slice all yer clothes off on deck again I'd be happy to. But we gotta do it when the captain ain't around or he'll take you for himself again."
You blush at the memory. The captain bent you over right next to the helm and fucked your tight pussy from behind right next to the wheel. You were still naked when he dumped you at this little bar, telling you you had what it takes to work as a wench here, maybe.
"Okay maybe after I've had more practice." You say as the pirate laughs and slaps your ass. "I mean fighting."
"Don't worry sweetie, you'll get plenty of practice handling my sword tonight." He grins and scoops you up to take you up to his room.
You squeal again and struggle cutely, more because you know he likes it than out of an actual desire to escape. As embarrassing as being sprayed with grog, having your clothes ripped off at random, and generally being considered public property by the sky pirates that stop by this little bar in the middle of the empty sky, it beats the heck out of being stuck in a cubicle all day.
And unlike the angels, these pirates are a meritocracy. If you ever earn a spot on their ship they'll take you. Of course that would mean you'd need to have time to do something besides give blowjobs and get fucked and deliver grog.
Speaking of which, you find yourself on your knees sucking the pirate's rather nice if quite hairy cock. He runs his hands through your pink hair lovingly as you do.
"Ah, yer the only girl for me Candy Tits." He says, pressing your head further down on his cock. They all say that, at least when their cock is in you. Then they take off and look for another angel girl to molest. But they all come back. Frequently.
A few moments later you've been pulled off his cock and ride him until he tells you you can stop. You both come several times and he lets you cuddle up afterwards. It's only the fourth time the bartender screams for you to come back down that he lets you get dressed and leave.
When you get downstairs, still trying to retie the bandanas that make up your halter top, you see the bar is empty. "I thought you called me for customers..." You say glancing around.
"You got a customer right here wench." The bartender says, pulling open his fly.
You smile as you sway over to him and sink down on your knees behind the bar. Life as a toy for an insatiable bunch of pirates may not be the best fate, but it sure never gets dull!
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingPirateWench = "yes">><h1><center>Vigilante</center></h1>You decide that just because most of the people you met were mind altering psychopaths or rapists that doesn't mean the Maker himself has the wrong idea. He just has the wrong sort of help. He needs someone who can fight for him behind enemy lines, someone who has no connection to the stifling regulations his misguided servants have built.
Your suit descends through the stars heading for the worlds and rocks near the Pit. You find a small group of devils and quickly lay waste to them. You get out of there before anything can come find out what killed them and move on to the next monster you find, killing again.
You wander in the darkness between realms, sniping out evil wherever you find it. You don't have access to the oubliettes of Paradise so you can only force them to Fade to Oblivion when you scare them enough, which is more often than one might think. You use your cock as often as possible, enjoying the fruits of defeating demon monsters of all shapes and sizes. Sometimes you're so rough and strong that they Fade rather than give you the pleasure. This does nothing but fuel your next rampage against their kind.
You stay one step ahead of the forces of the Adversary, retreating to the Grey Realms when necessary, but never staying in one place long.
As time goes by your legend grows. Angels and Devils alike tell their initiates the story of a brutish shemale <<if $jug2 eq "guns">>gunslinger<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "ele">>hero with mastery of the elements<<endif>><<if $jug2 eq "monk">>martial artist<<endif>>. They tell of her power and viciousness, how she takes no prisoners and plenty of trophies. The angels and devils both hunt you, but you don't mind, you can take it. Because you're the vigilante the cosmos deserves. A huge cocked guardian, a protector with a great set of tits. An intergalactic shemale knight.
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingVigilante = "yes">>A week into the jungle you gather your Stedt followers and Marku converts to a large bonfire. You descend from your palanquin, making sure all are assembled and can see you.
"My people." You say. "I hear you have questions of me."
"Yes." A voice says. A large Stedt man, one of your warriors speaks. He steps forward, striding towards you like an equal.
"We are men of the mountain!" He boasts, thumping his chest. "We do not walk with the treemen." He gestures towards the Marku among you. "We do not break bread with them. We kill them. We take their women. They should serve us!"
"So why goddess, why do you tell us we must live together?" There are murmurs of agreement and disagreement from the assembled crowd. He has walked right up to you, standing in front of you in open challenge.
You regard them with warmth and amusement. You brush aside the angry man in front of you and stride to a more central position. You then beckon him to follow you. You scan the crowd and spy a beautiful Stedt woman and beckon her towards you. You do the same with a very attractive Marku man and an equally fetching Marku woman.
You stand now flanked by the most physically perfect examples of manhood and womanhood from each people.
"Do you see my friends?" You say gesturing around you. "Do you see the benefits of unity?" You smile suggestively at the four around you and beckon them closer, running your hands along the men and women in a manner that causes them to become quite aroused and distracted.
"Surely those who worship me know there is much pleasure to be had in variety. Imagine a world where all people of all colors, all walks of life worship me. And that worship gives you peace. And so many different choices in who to fuck..."
You grin at the Marku man, hand wrapping around his cock you hold it up, at the same time pinching a thick Stedt nipple of the lady opposite him. "Those who worship the true goddess shall know love. Love of any variety they desire. Does this not sound as paradise?" You smile suggestively to the crowd. They are nodding happily, eyeing the examples of beauty you have gathered.
"Do not hate different peoples, do not fear the unknown. Feel love for all who serve the same goddess. Fear pity for those who do not yet know thos love." You smile impishly. "Why don't we take the night to bring our peoples together?" You tug the Marku cock and the Stedt nipple towards you and then step back, bring them into each other. They eye each other wish shy smiles and then slowly start to feel each other and kiss and before long they are rutting like long lost lovers. You point the Stedt man and the Marku woman together and they do the same.
"This will be your future. A future of joy and love. We must bring it to the rest of this land." You announce to loud cheers.
[[Lead by Example...take some Marku men to bed with you|FSBaby]]
[[Lead by Example...take some Marku women to bed with you|FSBabyW]]
[[Let the others have fun, then Push On|BlueRain]]
<<set $firstlaw = "love">>
<<set $power += 1>>Your orders are heard and quickly obeyed. A dozen small aircraft drop from the bottom of your mothership and scatter over the planet. As you watch the displays on your command deck you receive notice from all of them that their nuclear payloads were dropped and detonated without issue. They all return to your mothership and you bring it down.
The moles strap their protective masks on and you don one yourself. Although you could likely survive the radiation poisoning there is no reason to take chances. Your army joins the moles as they march out across the surface.
Your nuclear attack was incredibly devastating. Every major population center was all but exterminated. The churches to the Maker are all ash. You even come across the bodies of gigantic creatures that the few local survivors, thanks to a few incentives to talk, inform you were their guardian beasts.
Within two days of your arrival, the planet is yours. A few token pockets of resistance are easily stomped. You have more than enough time to set up traps for the expected angel scouts, and they die quickly to your guns and claws.
Of course, the downside is that all the resources of this world were the sort that don't hold up very well to a nuclear apocalypse. The woods are burned, the animals are all poisoned and dead, the water isn't drinkable and the laborers are mostly ash or dying of radiation poison. You rule here, but you rule a wasteland.
[[Contact Zajj|Warlord]]
<<set $conquest = "wasteland">>+++++TOP SECRET+++++
Juggernaut Protocol 16. Not for dissemination to non-authorized personnel. Violators will be nominated for extinguishment.
//My favorite color is... //
[[A) Blue|Jug3Blue]]
[[B) White|Jug3White]]
[[C) Green|Jug3Green]]
<<set $jug2 = "monk">>You don't react as it lands on your color, but you can't help but smile at the wonderful string of curses that erupts from your companion.
You smile at the Herald, plant a kiss on her cheek and motion for her to join the fallen angel. "Don't be too gentle with her." You grin at him, and then extend your hand for Katy.
Looking rather defeated, she slips her hand into your arm and the two of you turn to leave. The Herald is protesting the bet to the croupier who is explaining to her the security she'll have to deal with if she tries to not pay up. After a few moments of that the fallen angel scoops her up over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and head for the elevator. The look the Herald gives you is priceless. You make a mental note to bring her flowers. And bang her.
But back to the matter at hand.
"Well well my little devil." You say to Katy. "You thought you took all I had didn't you? And I imagine that fellow back there had promised to lead you to some men who knew where to sell it." She glances down, telling you all you need to know. "What say you and me go pay them a visit?" She looks surprsised and you shrug. "I brought it here to trade too you know. Maybe if you're nice you'll even get a cut."
That seems to inspire her. She gives you the suite number of the black market dealer the fallen angel informed you of. "Who was that other girl?" She asks, more than a little jealousy in her voice.
"Oh just a bird I spotted at the bar. She looked in need of a stiff one." The elevators open and you and Katy go to [[meet Katy's dealers|KG4]]"Just one more game." You say loudly as your Herald 'escorts' you past the tables. "Not even the Maker would deny me that." The mention of that name draws the attention of the fallen angel that Katy is with. He glares daggers at the Herald you are with, obviously not happy to see her with one like him in 'custody.'
"You'll come quietly if I let you?" Your Herald lady plays her part well. Her mere presence has scared off most of the players at the game.
"Of course." You leer at her.
"Very well, one game."
"One game." You say happily and turn about, pretending to see the roulette table. "Here. My favorite one." As you head for it the only couple other than Katy and her new angel makes themselves scarce. The fallen angel puffs on a cigar, determined to stand his ground.
"Your bets?" The croupier asks. He is a shrunken, hairless thing wearing a standard casino uniform. His three arms quickly gather chips and promises from the last game.
"I am not playing." The Herald says quickly, disgust in her voice.
"You are with him?" The croupier asks.
"Yes." She says. She has to realize what she's getting into at this point. But she doesn't reveal it.
"I have one game." You say happily. "This kind angel has allowed me that. So I bet her." You didn't give her any advance notice. You aren't sure if she is acting when she protests and threatens to invoke the Maker's wrath right then and there. "You gave me one game. And you said you were with me. If you're at the table and not playing you're free to bet. Those are Seven's rules." Her fury doesn't leave her eyes as she glares at you and threatens you if you don't win.
The fallen angel glances to you and smiles deeply. "I have one already." He says, slapping Katy's ass. She squeals and looks rather upset at this. She doesn't say a thing about recognizing you, not quite quick on her feet enough to handle this situation. "Swapping the two would be an even bet. What's in this for me."
"Well you see my friend." You say with a smile. "I find myself needing to be rid of this particular ball and chain. Therefore if I win, I will take your little plaything, and you will take mine. If you win, you get both."
You place your bets. The wheel spins. You are already looking forward to hearing this Herald complain about you once you are back home from this mission.
[[It lands on...|KG3]]Katy's dealers are hiding out in a maintenance dock of the valet parking. She leads you to them willingly since your talk of splitting the profits with her. You make sure she knows her role, leaving a hand on her ass the entire time and using it to guide her along. She doesn't protest.
Eventually the trail takes you to an area in the shadow of a large transport ship. An extremely unscrupulous group of aliens is there. They have segmented, eel-like bodies and six thin legs, with two arms with very long fingers. Their faces are almost weasel-like. Several boxes of illicit goods sit around them.
Katy introduces you to the aliens and you start to talk shop. You instantly get the sense something is wrong. They are being far too accommodating. The only reason they would act this way is if they think you're much wealthier than you are or...they don't plan to finish the deal.
Acting on pure instinct, you duck just as a laser blast zings through the air where you were standing. You swing your legs out and take down the alien nearest to you and in a heartbeat your gun is in your hand. The other aliens are scrambling for weapons. Two quick shots puts them down. You use the third as a human shield as you look for the sniper.
A second shot from him gives away his location and you drop him with a well-aimed bullet right between his weasel-eel eyes. A quick scan confirms there is nobody else nearby.
A moan of pain distracts you. You see Katy lying on the ground, black blood gushing from a wound to her stomach. Just as that distracts you the eel-weasel you were using as a human shield lashes out with his legs and knocks you back, enabling him to scramble away and attempt to escape.
Katy is bleeding quickly. You should be able to stabilize her, but the alien will certainly get away. Then again if you chase him she's sure to die.
[[Help Katy|KGGood]]
[[Get the Alien|KGBad]]You walk out of the office, cheeks burning red as you see a man standing right there. "Hey Miss can you tell me..." He blinks as he sees you.
He is the only man you've seen so far who isn't well groomed. His beard or what passes for one is a bit scruffy, his hair is long and not pulled back at all and seems to be forming into dreadlocks. His suit looks like it was sized for someone else and it isn't in great repair.
"Oh excuse me I..." you try to move away but you stop. Why does this man have a cutlass at his waist?
"Oh Miss I'm just..." He stares at your breasts shamelessly. "I just am a worker...here and uh..." He pauses and shakes his head. "Screw it, you're perfect."
He grabs you around your narrow waist roughly and hoists you over his shoulder causing you to squeal and drop your assignment paper.
"Johnny get ready I'm coming out!" He yells into an amulet that he lifts up to his mouth with his spare hand. "You won't believe what I found!"
"STOP HIM!" You hear voices yell as you pound your little fists into the man's back, causing no impact at all. You twist your neck to try to see where he's going as your tits bounce against his back uncomfortably. It looks like he's about to run into a glass window that looks out onto the skies of Paradise when suddenly the window shatters and what looks like a cannonball goes wailing past you.
"Dammit Johnny cuttin it a little close!" The man yells, dropping the amulet back to dangle around his neck he leaps out of the broken window and spreads a pair of dark black wings as he shifts you into the front of him and holds you in his arms. He winks roguishly down at you as he flaps his wings and you look where he's headed and gasp.
A wooden ship, looking like an old frigate is flying in the sky alongside the building. It flies a jolly roger and is crewed with a very lively looking bunch who cheer their poorly disguised crewmate as he lands on the deck.
The ship is rapidly picking up speed and quickly leaves the city of Paradise in the distance. You find yourself pressed tightly against one of the masts and your wrists tied behind it, trapping you there.
"Hold tight babe." The man who captured you says, slipping his tongue into your mouth and grabbing your boobs roughly with both hands, and then quickly pulling away before you can react.
[[Get Shanghai'd|EndingPirateWench]]
<<if $metskypiratesearly eq "yes">>[[Stop This! You said I could join you!!!|EndingPinkPirate]] <<endif>>You follow Captain Stone out of the lab and into a more secluded part of the arena. As you go you find it easier to drop to all fours, this being more intuitive as a way of walking in the bestial power suit. This seems to make Captain Stone nervous, as he constantly glances over his shoulder at you.
Finally he stops. You get the impression he isn't taking you as far as he originally meant and his discomfort at your animal-like armor has overcome his desire to talk to you about this wherever he had meant to take you.
"Okay soldier, here's your assignment." He says gruffly. "Two weeks ago the Glove outed a devil that managed to sneak up here and infiltrate our city. He was posing as a maintenance worker. You know, the sort nobody ever pays any attention to, and it turns out he was sending his updates back to whoever he was working for all about our security. We don't know how badly things were breached."
"When we tried to spring a trap on him he morphed back into his demon form and fought his way out. Sent seven back to the Gates." He shakes his head. "And got away. We're monitoring all the entrances back into wildspace that we know of. It hasn't made it back to any. So either it's going for the Edge or it's still lurking out there in the clouds. Or the Pirates are helping it." He shakes his head at the thought.
"I need you to track this sucker down, take him alive if possible. Dead is just another way out for him. Your suit can do that right?" You nod, this suit can do everything. "Good, get to work."
[[Start Tracking|SuperMonster2]]"So tense..." you purr. "I don't think a backrub will be enough to ease it all." His cock twitches in his workman's pants as you whisper that in his ear.
You walk around him and slide into his lap, running your hands over his short hair. His eyes are practically bugging out of his head now as you press your tight little body into him. He's all but panting as you wiggle your legs over his cock. "I think maybe you and me should spend some time off together." You smile at him and he starts nodding franticly.
"I tell you what." You tap your finger on his nose cutely. "Soon as we find someone who can man the readouts as good as you, you and me will spend a LOT of time together." He moans. Yes, out loud.
Just then you hear footsteps coming and hop out of his lap shooting him a sheepish grin to show what a chaste and good girl you are as the techies come back with the water. He gulps it down and starts really drilling them about being able to handle the readouts. You grin. Those morons will never be ready.
"Sweetie I'm gonna head out early okay?" You say during a pause in his futile efforts to train. He waves you away without a second thought. You give one of the techs a superior smirk and swing your thing hips out of the room.
Now...what to do with your knowledge?
[[Build the Bomb and Use It|iambecomedeath]]You gather with your followers deeper in the jungle. You can hear the drums beating spreading the words of what happened to your followers. More are coming to your camp to join your forces, but you know that these men and women are not the best warriors and mystic you have. Most of them died on the battlefield.
You sigh and consider your options. An attendant hands you a slice of a succulent fruit and you open your mouth and she feeds it to you dutifully. Two other attendants have lifted your feet and are massaging them gently. A brightly colored bird flies up and lands on the arm of your makeshift throne and chirps happily and then flies off.
You chew on the fruit and glance around, realizing you are in a jungle paradise. Beautiful people surround you, they serve your every whim, and bring you everything that they can which your heart desires.
Is it really worth it to attack again?
[[Yes. Gather my forces.|Anwarwarrematch]]
[[On second thought, what else could I want? I'll stay here.|EJG2]]
<<set $power += 1>>You decide that staying in here with the pole tentacle is infinitely preferable to being chased off the stage or falling off in an attempt to avoid it. You raise your arms and swivel your hips and begin dancing like a real stripper to the delight of the crowd. This calms the pole down almost instantly as it starts to sway like a charmed cobra.
You dance closer to it, teasing more and more, rubbing yourself against it as it rubs against you suggestively, but doesn't violate you. The men are going berserk and stroking themselves shamelessly as you bounce your big tits for them.
After a while the door appears, you blow a kiss to the crowd and hop through it, sighing in relief.
This routine repeats itself many times. The more of a show you put on, the less encouragement the tentacle pole needs to give you. As long as you are crawling along the edge of the stage and shaking your tits for the men the pole isn't shoving you into them.
After quite some time doing this the bottle blonde is present in your changing room when you are done with a routine. She congratulates you on your excellent performance and regrets to report that Della's punishment has been lifted.
Thanks to dancing so well and sexy your tits are allowed to shrink back to the "normal" very large size of the other strippers, rather than the absurd ones you have now.
You breathe a sigh of relief. This means you won't be on all the time and will be able to relax more. As your boobs shrink you head back down to your new changing room.
[[Enter the Changing Room|StripperStart]]<<set $stripper = "tease">>A week into the jungle you gather your Stedt followers and Marku converts to a large bonfire. You stand in the fire, making sure all are assembled and can see you.
"My people." You say. "I see that you are not working together. This displeases me. Do you, my Stedt, think you are better than the Marku?"
"Yes." A voice says. A large Stedt, one of your warriors speaks. "We are men of the mountain!" He boasts, thumping his chest. "We do not walk with the treemen." He gestures towards the Marku among you. "We do not break bread with them. We kill them. They should serve us!"
"So why great <<print $dname>>, why do you tell us we must live together?" There are murmurs of agreement and disagreement from the assembled crowd.
"Am I not your God?" You say in response to him. "Am I not the great <<print $dname>>?""
"But but of course." He backs down slightly as if realizing his mistake he drops to one knee before you.
"Do I not deserve the best?" You ask.
"The very best." He gulps, afraid of punishment.
"And what if the best should happen to be born not on one small mountain on one island on one planet?" You say, narrowing your eyes at him and then glaring at the assembled crowd.
"Understand me well." You speak to them. "I am not a God of just one people or just one land. My path is to rule over all. And I deserve the very best to worship me. Does any disagree?" The assembled Stedt and Marku are very quick to shake their heads.
"When you fight another simply for how they look or where they are from, you deprive me of a potentially useful worshippers. You deprive your God. You work against me." You glare at the assembled crowd. "Am I understood?"
Again they stammer to agree.
"Good." You say simply, and move into the darkness.
In the days to come you notice that your worshippers are now engaged in friendly competition rather than spiteful hatred. They are learning from one another in an effort to surpass each other. Both people are growing stronger and more skilled for it. Your power grows.
As you continue your march of conversion, a Marku woman approaches you and asks for an audience.
[[Hear what she has to say|CMarku3]]
<<set $firstlaw = "merit">>
<<set $power += 1>>You order your troops to split between various transport drops and land at strategic locations. Your immense numbers are a complete shock to the primitive world below you. With no radar, no space flight, no air defenses, they can do nothing to stop your troops from landing.
The fight is a slaughter. Your powerful demons and the high tech weapons of the mole-devils decimate the inhabitants of this peaceful world. A few heroes here and there manage to inflict some casualties, but all fall in the end.
You personally lead the assault on the most populous island, trampling the temples and walls easily. As you take the capital city you personally hold the body of the high priest over the assembled prisoners that have been captured and throw it down to them.
Surrender is fast, but you learn something that troubles you. There are a few guardian creatures that the people you have conquered keep praying to. You set out on a hunt to find them and put them down. You take charge of killing the strongest spirit yourself.
The beast is easy enough to find, if harder to put down. It is a gigantic serpent with fangs dripping venom, and it nearly manages to end you, but you grab its jaws and rip them open. You sense the strength of the beast and rip its heart out, eating it raw to the cheers of your minions.
The power of the creature flows through you, a cobra like hood sprouts from your shoulders, your eyes become vertical slits and the power to deliver a venomous bite is yours. You crack your neck as your transformation finishes, feeling the increased strength flowing through you.
You get a chance to test out your new power when the Maker's angels come in an attempt to help this world. You meet them head on, laughing as they writhe from the pain of your venom and ripping them to pieces with your increased strength.
As you return to your new throne in the capital city, you contact Zajj to see how his assault went.
[[Contact Zajj|Warlord]]
<<set $conquest = "serpent">>You drop into a wrestler's stance and the two of you engage each other. He's much stronger, even stronger than he looks as you quickly find. When the two of you lock bodies together he flexes his arms and throws you over his back, slamming you on the ground. He's also fast. Before you can move you find him on top of you holding you to the ground.
"Submit!" He shouts to you.
"Yes!" You say quickly, smiling at him happily. What a stud!
"Hmph." He stands up and brushes himself off. "Now about the Maker's...." his voice trails off as you have gotten to your knees in front of him and are kissing his balls.
You feign surprise at his stunned countenance. "Oh is this not how the victors are rewarded in Pendora?" You ask innocently, and suck one of his balls into your mouth. Mmmmm.
"I ... uh, not uh, not typically." Matthias stammers. You can tell the conflicting desires of 'I'm not supposed to let a man touch me like this' and 'Holy gods that feels wonderful' are dancing in his head. His cock hardens as you suck. Physically at least, he sure is enjoying this. "But I suppose it's uh, alright just this once..."
Mmmm. Sure. You close your eyes and go to work, licking and sucking and taking his cock into your mouth. He's gasping and going weak at the knees very soon. "Holy Maker you're incredible." He gasps. "You suck dick better than any woman I've ever had..." He seems stunned at the concept. Poor guy. When he finally blows his load in your mouth he stammers excuses and gets dressed and exits quickly. You swallow down his cum and lick your lips, delicious!
Julia reappears, sighing. "I'm going to have to go convince that boy it was all a dream. Poor thing. It doesn't violate the Maker's laws technically, at least not the way I read them. But it sure does to the simpler minds." She sighs and shakes her head, then looks at you and laughs as if amused by what you've done.
[[What's Next?|SLDX1AfterBoy]]
<<set $sldx1 = "boyblowjob">><<if $succlothes eq "minidress">>You cross your legs again and Matthias's already dropped jaw almost hits the floor as he watches your perfect pale legs press against each other. He must be wondering what it is like to feel them, their cool smoothness wrapped around his hands, or his face, or his cock. Speaking of which, it's standing at attention and from what you can see Mr. Farmboy has quite a lot to show the city girls.<<endif>><<if $succlothes eq "habit">>You wiggle about, pretending to get comfortable in the chair. If only you weren't wearing such a body disguising habit this would be much simpler! Still, you have impressive curves and they will draw the gynosexual's eye when wiggled properly. His mouth, open to speak, stays open dumbly as he admires your body's movements.<<endif>>
"I uh, think we should start with a simple vow of loyalty to the Maker." Matthias said, tugging at the collar of his robe, even though it is not even remotely tight around his neck.
"Oh what a wonderful idea!" You respond with obnoxious cheerfulness. You take the opportunity to bounce to your feet, in more ways than one, and walk right up to him. You take his hands in yours.
You almost expected him to pull away. But when you see his eyes and the smile playing at the corner of his mouth you realize this boy is smarter than that. He obviously hasn't been a monk for long. He definitely got some on the farm and knows what he's missing by not fucking you right now at this moment. You smile back as you interlace your fingers with his.
His hands are rough, callused, still bearing the marks of his former life of hard work. They dwarf yours. You wonder what they will feel like on your big round ass or your big round tits or your milky thighs or...you realize you're daydreaming and let out a giggle as you stare up at him.
He's grinning broadly now, strong, rough hands squeezing you. He could take you any time he wanted. He's sure thinking about it...
[[Make the First Move|SLDX1FarmBoyGrabCock]]
[[Keep Teasing|SLDX1FarmBoyTeaseMore]]
<<set $sld = $sld -1>>You check the doors, and see that they are super-fortified. The ghouls won't be able to get it. It looks like Hyo-jin didn't quite trust her minions to stay out. A quick glance out one of the windows tells you what you suspected, the ghouls outside are going crazy. They are acting like ghouls are supposed to, attacking and eating each other. A few are beating at the gates to the condo, but they aren't making much progress especially as the other ghouls attack them. You have more than enough time to snoop around.
The first thing you do is pull up Hyo-jin's surgical mask. You wince as you see underneath her lips are pulled back hideously and her teeth are large, ragged fangs. A mutant? A ghoul that kept most of her appearance? Something else entirely? You make sure her heart isn't beating.
In the master bedroom you see a gigantic pile of documentation, hand written in vellum bound books. She's been researching ghouls for quite some time. As you flip through the tomes you see that in addition to research on "natural" ghouls there are also many notes on the creation of these monsters. Your blood runs cold as you realize Hyo-jin has been welcoming newcomers on her side of the river, and transforming them into her monstrous servants.
The other bedrooms have been converted into one gigantic room that looks like a mix of a radio station and a pest control center. According to Hyo-jin's notes, this device amplifies her ability to control her monsters. The source of this ability is not revealed.
You smash the machine, set her body on fire, take as many of her books as you can carry and sneak out. Thanks to the ghouls fighting each other you are able to get your boots, vest, and gasmask back on and grab your belt and gun and make it back home.
[[Report|EndingHerofotheDA]]After comparing the two, you've decided Princess Christina deserves the tactical edge over Julia. The Princess is more honest, more transparent, and quite frankly less sneaky than the Archmage. She needs the help.
The Princess has taken to talking to you during her baths. It's one of the things you like about her, how she talks to you like you are on the same level, even though you are a serving girl of uncertain heritage and she is the heir to the throne. You see no point in being subtle, and simply announce what you've decided to tell her.
The Princess goes quiet as you sponge her feet. "If what you're saying is true I've had a devil in my private chambers for the past several weeks." She says, eyeing you a bit hesitantly.
"Yes, you have." You say softly.
"So why would you tell me this?" She asks.
You shrug. "I'm a devil. What would I know of loyalty? You seem to be more deserving of power than Bishop de'Mornay. I like you better." You say simply.
"If you are indeed a devil that will not be returned." The princess says evenly.
You nod. "I didn't expect that it would." You say. "It's another point in your favor that you aren't willing to use a devil even if it would help you."
"So, you understand that as soon as I believe you will not take my head off for it, I will be calling the guards." The princess says.
You smile at her. "If that is what you wish my lady. Shall I summon them for you?"
Christina smirks. "Forgive me my dear, but I don't think that would be appropriate. Fetch me my robe." You obey and help the princess out of her tub, she walks calmly to the door to her chambers and whispers to the guards. They seem shocked and one of them runs off while the other dashes into the chamber and holds his halbred to your chest, hands shaking.
"She don't look like a devil." The man says, sounding uncertain.
In response, you simply undo your dress and let it drop, stepping out of it to show your half-gendered body, splendid cock included. "Do I now?" You say with a smile. The guard nearly faints.
[[Get Smote|PrincessSacrifice]]
<<set $julia = "PrincessObeySelf">>"NEVER!" The devil roars with his last breath. Fool. He should have at least tried to lie. You wrench his neck until it snaps and then stand up, smiling as you watch his body dissolve.
"My regards to the other lemures." You smile in a mocking seductive manner and blow him a kiss as he vanishes.
The minions step out from their hiding spot and rush to your side. They fall to their knees and babble their unending loyalty to you.
You sigh and check your nails idly as they kowtow to you. Your stride is a sensual come-hither, a dare to anyone who thinks they have what it takes to handle the pleasure you offer. You have a few very masculine parts for sure, but your mannerisms are coy and feminine. You sit down in the throne, managing to gracefully cross your legs despite the two huge cocks in the way. You smile as the minions start to kiss your feet. You deserve this.
"All hail our Mistress!!!" The minions chant.
[[Learn More About This Place|sucincharge]]
<<set $sucsex = "lady">>"Grab your <<if $weapon eq "vaxe">>battle-axe<<endif>><<if $weapon eq "vsword">>sword<<endif>><<if $weapon eq "vspear">>spear<<endif>>." Greta says to you. "I'm going to take you to old Norsca."
"Old Norsca?" You say, remembering tales of Viking legends from your youth. "Cool!"
"You bet it is." Greta grins. "The reason we chose this little sky island as our base, apart from being as far away from those damned obnoxious bureaucrats in Paradise as we could be while still being near Her, is that we're right above a mortal world that truly loves us."
"Her?" You say. "Everyone else says Him."
"Everyone else is wrong." Greta snaps. She quickly returns to the subject at hand. "This world is heavily forested with thick pines, there are rolling rivers, high mountains and fierce beasts everywhere you look. The people are strong and proud and constantly battling against the dangers of the wilderness and the monsters that threaten them. We have near perfect access."
"What do you mean access?" You ask.
"What I'm about to tell you, it's what they call a secret, so don't you dare tell anyone who isn't a sister, you swear?"
"On my life."
Greta laughs. "Cute, life doesn't mean a whole lot. If you 'die' you'll just end up back at the Pearly Gates. Swear on your status as a Valkyrie. That actually means something."
You place a hand over your breast. "May I be sent back to Della and made into a flouncy giggling Doll if I break my vow."
Greta nods. "That's the spirit." She turns back to the sky below you. "Mortal worlds are surrounded by what we call shells. A sort of shield that keeps the cosmos out. If they don't think we should get in, we can't. If a world is faithful enough, it can keep certain types of celestial beings out entirely. This world below us believes very strongly in the Valkyries, but rejects male angels entirely. We're the only servants of Her that can get in. Sometimes the Adversary slips a few demons in, but the people down there can handle 'em just fine." She grins proudly. "We have this world in a nearly perfect cycle of inspiration. They believe in themselves because of us, and they love us for it. It's where we send our new sisters to find their names."
"Now, follow me." Greta spreads her wings and flies, you follow after her. She leads you through a hole in the clouds that takes you to black cold space below. You see stars twinkling all around you, mortal worlds surrounded by the shells of protection that Greta discussed, and far in the distance a burning land of fire and rock. You can only assume that is the counterpart to the Heaven you are leaving.
The flight to Greta's world isn't long at all. Both of you slide through the shell around it as if it isn't even there and soon afterwards you have landed on top of a small, bare hill from which you can see the surrounding land.
"This forest." Great points to a thick, quiet pine forest in front of you. "This is where you will find your name. Take as much time as you need, return to us when you are done." She spread her wings and flies straight up, vanishing quickly from view.
[[Find Your Name|VNameStart]]
//Unfinished Path - Valkyrie//
//Unfortunately this path is unfinished. Click [[Here|Start]] if you would like to start over and explore another path.//<<remember $UFPValkyrie = "yes">>
You take in the oozing flesh around you. And your own. Sexual characteristics are hard to determine. Well, doesn't that just mean everything's equally hot? Licking your dripping lips you shuffle up behind the nearest target and start to rut it shamelessly. As if taking a cue from you, another lemure comes up behind you and does returns the favor. Your body shifts to accommodate this. It feels .... not quite good, but better than you felt before.
Soon most of the beasts around you are embroiled in a monstrous, revolting orgy. It makes them easy targets for the more violent of the lemures. Soon you find yourself reforming. This becomes a habit for you. You reform, you incite a sexual frenzy, you are swarmed by the violent. Repeat.
After some time of doing this you make a breakthrough. By concentrating your thoughts you find you can tap into the fantasies of the lemure you are targeting. You can assume the male or the female role depending on its preference. You can take charge or tempt it in. Some variety makes things much more fun.
It is as you are doing this that you suddenly become aware of two beings observing you. They are tall and slender, both easily a foot taller than the average of the gibbering monsters of the Pit. They walk among your kind unnoticed. You wonder how long they've been watching.
"That one, it shows promise." You can tell they are referencing you. You feel strong, very strong but slender arms grab hold of you and lift you a foot or so off the ground so it can look you in your misshapen eyes. It is a pale white devil, covered in a black robe that hides most of its body. It is slender and humanoid with a rather alluring face. You see another similar devil behind him.
"Do that trick for us." He says with a tempting grin. "Pleasure us. And I will take you from here to work for my master."
[[Oh yesssssss|Lust2]]You smile as you decide on your plan. Time to have some fun. You return to your apartment and look for the right outfit. You've got all sorts here.
You settle on a very short white dress covered with sequins. You find a matching pair of pumps and a light-colored fur coat that will complement it well. You put on heavy red lipstick and eyeliner and a few pearl necklaces and douse yourself in perfume. Mmmmm. Nice. You admire your reflection and head for the precinct.
All the eyes in the room would have been on you if there was more than one pair and they weren't staring at a picture of a girl who isn't half as pretty as you in a magazine through the hole in a donut that was hovering near the man's multiple chins.
"Hey. Tubby." You say with the air of a sassy girl who gets what she wants. "I'm here for Thomas." The fat man's jaw nearly drops as he sees you. A shaking finger points towards the back of the precinct. You smirk at him as you cock your hips and walk by.
Thomas's office is the only one lit up this time of night. You open the door without knocking. He is about to say something but stands up quickly when he sees a lady entering. He's in his early 50s, with blonde hair that is starting to turn white. He has tanned skin that looks tough as leather and appears to have spent a lot more time on the street than behind a desk in his career.
You dangle a cigarette from your lips and he nearly knocks his coffee over getting a lighter to spark it for you. You suck in some smoke and blow a few rings in his direction.
"What's a broad like you doing here?" Thomas says, regaining his composure.
"Maybe I just feel like having a real man for a change." You say with a grin.
"If by real you mean married you're gonna hafta keep walkin sister." He says, real, painful, regret in his eyes.
"Oh she won't never know." You say, walking around to his side of the desk and leaning up against it. "'Sides, I hear you got a soft spot for us dames."
"Someone's got a big mouth." He says.
He means it as a threat but you run a tongue over your lips and glance down at his crotch. "Well the sort that would know would have to wouldn't she?" You say, leaning in closer to him.
It's too much for him. Thomas's faithfulness to his wife turns out to mean about as much as a used car salesman's customer loyalty as he quickly has you on your back on his desk, panties tugged aside and his indeed very large cock up inside of you.
He's a very skilled lover, you find yourself cumming quickly, or maybe it was just the thrill of teasing him, but you end up enjoying it just as much as he does as he cums hard inside you to finish himself off.
He tells you to beat it. You decide to play coy and pretend that you are in fact going to walk out. "Wait." He says. He walks to you and grabs your arm and turns you to face him. "What did you mean about me havin' a soft spot?"
"Oh?" You act as if you're trying to remember. "Oh I just heard you let some young rich girl get popped and stay up here all night trying to fix it. That's what everyone says anyway." You open your compact and start fixing your lipstick.
"Who says?" He reaches out to grab and shakes you. You have to pull your lipstick back to avoid smearing it.
"Everyone says, I don't know who!" You stammer. He lets you go and runs a hand through his hair. "Say who is it that's got you so torn up anyway?" You run a hand over his arm tenderly.
"Never you mind." He says. "And you'd better watch how you act or you'll end up the same way she did. Just do me a favor, if a rich man in a limo offers you a job entertaining at a party, say no. You're better off on the streets around here."
"Hey, mister, girls like me don't got much say in that." You say. He gives you a hard look and then walks to his desk and opens it. He pulls out a shiny steel revolver and walks over to you, shoving it in your purse.
"Now you do." He says. He then shoves you out the door and slams it.
Huh. Interesting. You're sure to sway your hips extra to make sure the desk grunt stares at you as you walk outside and light another cigarette. Apparently Ashley got caught up in something dangerous with a rich sort of party. That didn't make any of the newspapers. Might be worth looking into.
[[Head Back to the Office|GumshoeOffice]]
<<set $copsvisit = "badgebunny">>
<<set $visits = $visits +1>>With a herculean effort you throw the sword directly up into the black empty void above you. As it breaks the gravity of the Pit the sword flies off into the darkness and twinkling stars. You sigh deeply as its influence leaves you, with luck it will hurtle through wildspace forever, or land in a sun and melt.
In any case you can think for yourself again.
[[Continue my Voyage|SoloWrath]]
<<set $wrathsword = "space">>The thought of defeat bothers you. You will not let yourself go out this way, no matter how pleasant and distracting it would be to stay here forever.
The drums beat and gather more followers, more warriors, more magicians, more who will obey your words and your whims and follow you to death.
It takes some time, but not as long as you may have expected, the men and women of the jungle and mountain are quick to answer their goddess in her time of need.
When you emerge from the jungles again, it is at the head of an army even larger than the one you led before. This time when the Anwar come to meet you you do not even consider negotiation.
[[Rematch!|AnwarWar]]<h1><center>Ignominy</center></h1>What a disgraceful way for a soul such as you to end existence. What great things you were meant for, and how pitifully short of your destiny you have fallen. You found neither godhood nor glory nor even real happiness. Your best hope is to be forgotten.
//You are a mockery of what you should have been. You should not be content with this fate.//
<<silently>><center><<click "Try Again.">><<script>>UISystem.restart()<</script>><</click>></center><<endsilently>>"Enjoying yourself Agent Core?" A stern voice comes from the door. The nurse pulls back from you and when she does you can see that two men in black suits are standing there. You recognize one from his bowler hat and cane as Agent Selite, your direct boss. The other is his boss, a stern looking old man who is just called Cousin Steve.
"Oh I'm sorry gentlemen." The nurse says, suddenly all good manners and sunshine. "I was just finishing the makeover. Doesn't Alexis here look pretty?"
"Get out." Cousin Steve says sharply. The nurse waves goodbye to you and struts off, awfully proud of herself.
"Thank you Sirs." You say breathing a sigh of relief and trying to will your erection to go down and your nipples to unharden. "Another few minutes and I..."
"Would have been several cup sizes bigger, yes we heard." Agent Selite says, regarding you like a bug on the bottom of his shoe.
You try to extend your hand to shake theirs but it's still strapped to the side of your head. "Can you let me out of these?"
"No." Agent Selite says simply. "Not without the Doctor's permission." The two of them then proceed to grill you about what happened in the field. After an hour of rather humiliating questions in which you are forced to describe in detail how exactly this happened and how it felt, all the while completely naked and made up like a goth girl, while in stirrups with a tube up your ass pumping cum out of your still slightly pregnant looking belly, the questions finally stop.
"Well I'd say that was a pretty poor performance." Agent Selite says with his typical gift for understatement. "Sissified by the first alien you meet." He shakes his head. "What do you think?" He turns to Cousin Steve.
"Face is at least an eight." Cousin Steve says staring at you. "Breasts are maybe a seven, midsection probably an eight, legs are at least an eight maybe more." You blush deeply as you realize he's evaluating your use as a female operative.
"Sir I don't..."
"Shut up." Agent Selite says simply. "Go on." He nods to Cousin Steve.
"Well, based on the intake photos." He holds up a picture of you naked standing up, looking hugely pregnant. This photo is from the back, you grimace as you see the balls hanging out of your asshole, then look again as you realize how very very nice and plump and perky the ass they're hanging out of is. "...I'd say the ass might be a ten." Cousin Steve says evenly, as if he was discussing the acquisition of a new weapon.
[[I don't like where this is going...|Sissyass]]As he moves with the syringe you grab the candle and splash the hot wax that has built up in it right in his face. He drops the syringe and panics, giving you the chance to grab for it and soon you're straddling the man with the needle up to his neck.
"Don't move." You say firmly. "Not unless you want whatever you were gonna poison me with in those old veins of yours." He freezes, looking quite worried. "Now start talking. What's your game here?"
"It's...it's just a movie." He stammers. You make as if you're going to jam the needle into his neck and he tells you to look behind the mirrors. You glance at the wall and see there is a door among the mirrors. You drag him out of the bed and march him in front of you and make him open it.
Inside you see the mirror is two way, and there are several cameras rolling, attached to an automatic crank that keeps the film going through them. You see the far wall is filled with old reels that are labeled dates stretching back years.
"Quite the operation." You say, starting to put a few things together. "I'm guessing you have girls in here a lot, and I'm guessing you have rich guests here a lot, and I'm really guessing your guests don't know they're being filmed."
He's babbling about how he'll pay you anything you want to let him go. That's all the answer you need. You scan the shelves and indeed see some films are labeled with names. You recognize the names of the mayor, the chief of police, and many prominent actors.
You stop when you see a certain name. Garfield Morgan. Ashley's father.
[[Things are getting messy now|Gdirtyend]]"Are you uh..." The older man begins. <<if $succrotch eq "prettcock">>He looks at your cock, shocked at seeing it on such a pretty girl.<<endif>>
"I can speak if that's what you're asking." You say trying to be sweet, but unable to keep the embarrassment at your situation and need out of your voice.
"Well, uh what I mean is uh, are you..."
"No I'm not a person if that's what you're worried about."
"Oh." The man seems a little relieved. "I guess if you're some sort of fairy or something this is alright." He doesn't seem entirely at ease with a sentient thing being restricted and treated like a beast, but he has his orders. He nods to his son.
A bucket is placed in your lap. <<if $succrotch eq "prettycock">>You moan unhappily as he slams it on your cock and seems to purposefully position it so that he can't see it.<<endif>> You lean forwards so that your breasts hang over it. The man sets down a stool in front of you and starts to tug at your nipples.
It shouldn't feel good. He isn't being tender or sensual at all, just treating it like milking a cow. But it does. Oh it does. You can't help yourself as you moan and gasp. You can tell its bothering him. You close your eyes and moan louder as the bucket fills up. You only stop when the tugging stops, which makes you open your eyes and give a needy whimper.
Your breasts are dipping in your own warm milk, which has filled the bucket. "I'll get this back to the wizards." The farmer says. He stands up and leaves. His son looks at you.
[[Blow a kiss his way|Farmerson]]
[[Just Smile at him|Cowdone]]
<<set $sucmilk = "human">>"Yes ma'am." You say sheepishly. You take a deep breath and, now that you realize what the stakes are, decide to do your job the right way.
You are a decent wife, but not a great one. You can't be too good or he'll stay with you. You put up with the drunken demands for sexual favors. You make him okay food. You support his mechanic business when he isn't looking. In time he finally starts to realize he's too good for you.
And at that point you start to nudge him towards a nursing student you met. She's poor but hard working and a genuinely wonderful person, which you're proud to say your husband has slowly become too, even if part of it is just to be better than you. Slowly they are spending more time together, which you act bitchy about but secretly take steps to encourage.
When Festus finally tells you he wants a divorce, you blow your lid, like a total pro actress. But this just confirms to him that he was right about you. As he walks out, you fade away.
Gloria is standing there as you arrive in your cut offs. "Well that was a close one." She says, shaking her head. "But you made at least those two better and happy. It's not nothing."
"Well. Ready to see if you can do better on the next job?"
[[Yes, I'll do Better!|MortalJobs]]
<<set $tbonus = "wife">>
<<set $ingenuejob = "finished">>
<<set $clericjob = "unlocked">>"Oh good!" Della says happily as you agree. "You look wonderful and I hate when we have to call in the Compliance Seraphs. They seem to like it though." She says. You blink as you wonder what THAT means.
"Anyway you're going to be an entertainer at //Nirvana//. No, not like that, it's just the name of the place. When the Seraph armies come home from long campaigns it's one of their first stops. We built it on the outskirts of Paradise, lets 'em blow off their steam before they can cause too much damage in the city." She winks at you as if you're in on the joke.
"So I'm a...."
"Stress relief toy. For an army of super-powered thugs. Not gonna lie, sometimes I get jealous of you girls." Della says with a grin, then pauses. "Other times I'm very glad I don't work there."
"Your stage name is gonna be Cotton Candy, goes with your pink hair." She smiles. "Now. Do you want me to have them pick you up, or do you wanna walk there?" She grins at you.
[[Call for a Ride|NirvanaC]]
[[Strut my stuff|NirvanaStrut]]<<set $stripper = "stripper">>"I will accept it." You say. You know that taking this power will be the end of you as merely a fire god, and that is a good thing. The more powers you possess the more you will appeal to, the stronger you will be.
You remain seated, bringing your knees up and propping yourself up on the rock behind you. The spirit flows to you like flying gently through the sky, floating above you she drapes her essence down across you, sitting on the seat made by your knees as her wet essence streams over you.
She kisses you. You feel lengths of solid water washing over you, her watery hair, as her firm lips and wet tongue press against your mouth. Her kiss is refreshing, rejuvenating, and eye opening in it's tenderness.
Her liquid form solidifies about your cock then, a unique experience as you never really enter it, she just forms it around you. It is as refreshing as her kiss, but much more arousing. After that you wrap your arms around her and make love to her in your way, fiery, passionate, rocking her body hard time and time again as you thrust into her.
As the two of you fuck you feel yourself changing. You feel her power and her essence whirling about yours and adding. Not so much merging as empowering, you feel yourself changing into an image that the Marku will see as more of a god form. But the pleasure you feel is such that you do not care what it is.
You open your eyes. The water spirit is weak, flickering before you. You reach out a hand as if to aid her. "No." She says simply. "I have given you my blessing. And my power. I will return to the stars, perrhaps given time I shall find another lake. Keep my people free of the Maker. Unless..." You cannot hear anything after that. Her disspiating essence whirls around you, planting a soft kiss on your cheek as she dissolves.
You emerge from the lake changed. Fire no longer burns in your hair and under your skin. Your black rock skin is now tanned and softened, a natural shade that would blend in with mud. Your eyes are blue, and full of life. Your horns are gone and your feet changed into natural hooves.
You raise a hand and two forces dance at your command. Fire and water swirl about each other like a primevil yin yang.
The Marku look on astonished. "Praise <<print $dname>>!" The shaman calls out. "For he is our spirit now!"
A celebratory cheer echoes through the valley as you take one last somber look back at the Lake, giving a silent promise to the spirit to honor her memory.
[[Finish your Conversion of the Marku|CiAnwar]]
<<set $clake = "brave">>
<<set $power += 1>>To call the silence as you eat awkward would be calling the impact of a tidal wave slightly damp. Anne looks as though she would rather be jumping into a volcano than in the same room with you, Erik is doing his best to not leer at you like a starving dog, and Tiffany seems like she might throw a tantrum about how awkward things are at any moment.
Finally you decide to break the silence. "So Tiffany, do you have one of the towers to yourself? You ask her in a friendly manner. She nods as she is chewing. "Which one?" You ask and she points to the East. "Oh the East Tower." You smile. "You know I used to live there back when..." You glance to Erik and Anne as if you just made a mistake to bring that up. "...oh nevermind when, why bring up the past?" Your grin to them would send most sane people running, but you turn back to Tiffany. "Is the library still there?"
"Yeah." Tiffany says smiling. "I'm glad //somebody// knows there are books in this castle." She takes a sidelong glance at her mother. It takes some willpower not to chuckle. Despite your initial plan to exact horrible revenge on this entire family, you have to admit this one is growing on you.
"Do the young men training for the militia still work out in the field below it during the summer?" You ask with a conspiratorial tone.
"Yeah, I guess." She says, as if confused by the relevance of that question. Hmmm. Young men with their shirts off are sweating up a storm right under her and she doesn't care. Not into boys this one. Iiiiiiinteresting.
"Why don't you show me what you've done with the place?" You smile at her.
"Oh I'd love to!" She says. Without even a glance at her parents for permission she stands up and runs to your side, grabs your hand and leads you up the stairs you pretend to know so well.
You turn and wiggle your fingers goodbye to Anne and Erik. Anne looks petrified with fear, Erik looks a sweaty mix of horrified and aroused. They quickly vanish from view as you and Tiffany dash up the steps of the tower.
[[Turn Her to Your Side|MalTiffWitch]]
[[Seduce Her|MalTiffFun]]"Well met." You say in your deep booming voice. "Those who are loyal have no cause to fear me. I am <<print $dname>>, come from the depths to deliver you from your misery."
You see the man's grip on his weapon tighten and you chuckle, a deep rumbling laugh. "Not that way." You clarify. "I am here to lead your people to greatness.
"What do you want?" The man says, guardedly.
"Take me to my people." You say. "You will see what I have to offer. And you will join my cause." You say it not as a threat or an ultimatum, but as a sales pitch.
The man considers his options. You can tell he has decided he cannot take you in a fight, grunts in frustration, and turns to lead you to your people.
[[Arrive at your Village|Cindervillage]]
<<set $cinderrock = "respect">>You walk to the door and as you touch it you find yourself someplace else. You find yourself on a raised stage about four feet off the ground. It is rectangular in shape and has a catwalk leading up to it, although the door you emerged from is nowhere to be seen.
Seraphs are standing at the edge of it, leaning over the side and all but drooling at your body as the spotlights hit you. They scream for you to shake it and move your body.
Your oblige, twisting and gyrating and rolling on the stage as they pant and drool over you. Some reach out and grab you, but it seems the stage prevents them from pulling you off of it. Thankfully, as soon as one group grabs you every other group yells at them to let you go and you learn that by keeping everyone happy they won't let a particular group molest you too badly.
Taking your top off and sliding out of your panties produces the predictable cheers, and gives you quite a bit of a thrill as you realize these battle hardened men who have no doubt conquered all sorts of terrifying devils are standing shoulder to shoulder just to drool over you. It makes you feel important in an exhibitionist sort of way.
Too soon it seems the door appears and you blow a kiss to the crowd and vanish through it. You are grinning when you emerge [[back in the dressing room|NirvanaDance2]]"Holy Mistress." You say, your words swimming deep in regret as you lift your lovely fingers and place them over her lips. This prevents her from leaning into you for just a few moments and that is all that she needs to take several deep breaths and draw back away from you.
Desire still burns in her eyes but she is able to control herself now. "Thank you." She says softly, then turns and eyes you up an down, as if seeing you in a new light. "You really are a unique devil, aren't you?" She smiles. She approaches you again, you aren't sure if you can stop her once more, but instead of a romantic dip she wraps you up in a tight embrace and plants a friendly kiss on your cheek. "Thank you." She says.
A mop and bucket appear in your hands. "Tidy up in here. I'll send the chief maid to give you a new task when you're done." She turns and walks out the door, leaving you to start your new career as her servant girl.
[[Work, work...|Subsucworkwork]]You resolve to wipe out this trailer park succubus. In your spare time you beat up your daddy's punching bag and stockpile holy water. Some of your admirers take note of this and chuckle at your training, making sure to tell you how cute you look in a sports bra and offering plenty of 'pointers.'
You try to ignore this, which unfortunately means you lose some of their attention. Lindsey seems to be there to get them around her little finger the first chance she gets, decreasing your influence amongst the trailer boys. Meth use goes up, crime goes up, and things deteriorate.
Finally you decide you can't put this off any longer. Sharpening a broken softball bat into a stake (even though you aren't sure if that even works on a succubus) and loading a water gun with holy water, and strapping into your steel toed boots and tactical halter top, you set off to sneak into Lindsey's trailer.
You find an open window and hoist your skinny frame in. The place is disturbingly empty and quiet, lined with rather plush pillows, bongs, and empty beer cans. Apparently the boys of the park have been having a lot of fun here.
"Feeling lonely sweetie?" A voice hisses at you from the darkness of the hallway. You start as Lindsey emerges. You see her eyes first, glowing yellow with cat like pupils, fangs extending from her mouth and long talon-like nails on her hands.
"I knew it!" You stammer, giving her a blast of holy water. She dodges around it with superhuman speed and grabs your throat, lifting your entire body up in the air, your head hitting the low ceiling of the trailer. She hisses and then smiles at you like a cat playing with her food.
"We could have worked together so well. Or you could have enjoyed being my plaything." She sighs. "Oh well, I suppose I'll have to use ... everyone else here." She grins wickedly. You reach for your stake, but she snaps your neck before you get the chance.
[[Dammit!|BuffyFail]]
<<set $tbonus = "buffy">>
<<set $ingenuejob = "finished">>
<<set $clericjob = "unlocked">>Julia casts the spell as you sit upright in your bed, crossing your legs underneath you indian style. As she speaks in her sing song magical language you feel a swelling underneath your breasts as they start to grow larger. The process is highly erotic. Your breasts tingle as they expand and your nipples seem to grow along with them, forming visible targets for hungry lips or eager fingers.
You can't help but let out a soft moan as the pressure grows too great for you to control yourself. You bring your hands up to your chest and are just about to squeeze when you feel them snatched to your sides and held there by invisible chains. You glance up to see Julia wagging a finger at you, and then go back to her spell.
You whimper pitifully as she causes your breasts to swell more and more, not stopping until they are noticably larger they were to start. The pressure is intense, and you feel it as nothing but lust. You gasp and squeal and beg for relief as you sit there on your bed with your arms to your side, breasts filled with milk proudly displayed.
"Please." You whisper. "Please I can't bear this..."
"Please what?" Julia asks, seemingly enjoying her control over you.
"Please Holy Mistress, milk me!" You beg, almost crying from the constant teasing pressure.
Julia smiles. "Oh pet, I don't do that sort of labor. That's what farmhands are for." She says with a condescending smile, then reaches out and a small silver bell appears in her hands. She rings it.
As she does a few things happen the first is that she vanishes completely. The second is that your surroundings change.
[[Get Milked|Milky2]]<<if $conquest eq "serpent">>You sit in your throne as a mole demon brings you a communications device. "Report, Zajj." You hiss into it.
"The Forge World is heavily defended. Support at once."
"At your command? I think not." You say with iron in your voice. "When we take the Forge World, I rule this solar system."
"What? Never!!!" Zajj protests.
"I rule or you die there." You make it simple.
"Very well." Zajj says after a long pause.
[[Go to Zajj's Aid|WWSerpentHelp]]<<endif>><<if $conquest eq "wasteland">>You make contact with Zajj.
"Report" his metallic voice hisses.
"They're wiped out. Completely." You say with satisfaction.
"Good, gather your troops, I need your support. The Forge World is heavily defended." You hear the sound of automatic weapons, lasers, and machines screeching in the background.
"There is a battle to be fought." You tell your troops. "The Forge World is putting up resistance, let us go to Zajj's aid." There is nothing to really guard on the formerly verdant world you melted into nuclear goo. Your mothership is soon [[flying to aid Zajj.|WarForge]] <<endif>><<if $conquest eq "cyborg">>You access Zajj with your built in communications system. "Report." You speak in your deep, metallic voice.
"Easy victory." He says, sounding confident. "We've taken the planet and killed their guardian beasts. How did your conquest go?"
You glance around at the smoldering wreckage of this planet, and the piles and piles of corpses. "They fought. They lost." You say robotically. "According to reports so far, 74% of their manufacturing is intact."
"Excellent." Zajj says. "Rebuild there, I will build here. Then we will discuss our next move. I sense you have been upgraded. This will greatly improve our effeciency. I am sending you the data directly."
You see a packet of information coming directly to your cyborg brain from Zajj's mothership. [[Review it|EndingCyborgRaider]] <<endif>><<if $conquest eq "exterminatus">>"Zajj." You snarl into the communicator. "They destroyed the forge world."
"Unfortunate." Zajj replies. "But not an unacceptable loss. We must simply salvage what we can from the wreckage. Bring your forces to mine, we will finish the occupation of this planet."
You arrive in short order and find that there is not much for you to do. Zajj's soldiers have easily massacred most of the planet's population and the few pockets of resistance were the target of concentrated fire bombing and high payload strikes that quickly eliminated them.
Unfortunately though, without the support of the materials from the Forge World there is little for a devil army to do here. The pristine woods are of no interest to Zajj's mechanical minded moles and there is no fight here for you
[[Consider your Next Move|Starmercs]]<<endif>>You shriek and jump off of the stage. Surely these heroic angel warriors will protect you from the evil metal rape snake? Indeed you find strong arms catching you quickly and holding you close to them as the pole-snake retreats back to standing upright and resumes being a pole.
You are about to thank them when those same strong arms start holding you down and spreading your legs. Their cocks are already out and soon they are poking at you from every angle. A man bearing more scars than the rest is the first to fuck you, but a cock soon enters your mouth and several are rubbing on your tits and your arms and legs and feet.
The only blessing here is that the angels don't cum as angels don't reproduce, otherwise you would be bathed in it from the number of the men who get off on fucking your pussy or tits or mouth or even just touching your lovely girly body and gigantic breasts.
The gang bang continues for hours and hours, many of them seeming to never tire. You have long since given up struggling and are trying to simply endure when one of the angel men whispers to you and suddenly everything else freezes.
You find yourself stuck as there is a cock deep in your pussy, one all the way down your mouth and strong hands are holding you spread eagled. You can feel the cocks frozen as they were rubbing on your feet and face and all waist and hips but you can also hear a voice in your ear now.
"I can get you out of this." He promises. "I found a few tricks on my last mission. One of them is freezing everyone right now. Another is a ring that a person can be smuggled around in. You just have to agree to be bound by the ring's terms and it will let you in. Then I will walk out of here with you on my finger and none will be the wiser.
[[Accept his terms!|EndingBBBJG]]
[[Reject them!|EndingMainAttraction]]Your heavy eyes flicker open. You can tell that at least several days have passed. Did you give birth this long? Or did it take this long to recover?
You start to get to your feet but your arms and legs are bound tightly. Your arms are stretched back behind your head and you see they are tied to a large stone totem with thick cords. You can't see your feet past your breasts and stomach but attempts to move them suggest your legs are spread wide and similarly tied. You try to call for an explanation but find that you are tightly gagged.
You hear a grunting noise and see a minotaur above you. It is fully grown, holding a large metal axe. It grunts at you again and then turns its head and whistles.
"Ah, my hell whore you awake." You hear Grom's voice from above you. You turn up and see him standing above your head, naked, his thick cock dangling right at your face. "Good. Time for Grom to truly rule."
You struggle and scream into your gag but the bindings must be magically infused. Either that or you are too worn out to use your full strength.
You hear chanting. Five minotaurs stand around you, forming a pentagram. Five shamans stand outside of them, forming the points of a star. Grom moves to kneel between your legs. The chanting intensifies. As it does the sky darkens above you.
The shamans continue to chant and the minotaurs drop to their knees. The shamans move behind them. You struggle fiercely but to no avail.
Grom's hard cock is pressing up against your pussy now and ite easily slides in. He starts to fuck you, grabbing your horns and pulling you upwards he starts to fuck you harder, and harder, as if the spell is empowering him with lust.
"Give Grom this whore's power!" He screams out as the shamans draw wicked stone daggers and slit the minotaur's throats from behind. The demonic blood spills towards you, forming a puddle underneath your curvy body until you are sliding back and forth in the blood as Grom fucks you. "Give it to Grom!" He screams as the chanting reaches a crescendo.
Lightning strikes Grom's outstretched arms and flows though his body, through his cock and into you. The two of you convulse together as he cums and you once again lose consciousness.
This time it is for but a moment. When you awake you feel much, much weaker.
[[Oh no....|CBC2]]Your suit informs you that this planet has no tolerance for anything created by civilization, and that would include your very, very, advanced powersuit. Your suit is proposing a radical solution. It has the power to disassemble and rebuild itself on the molecular level. It could turn its steel and silicon into carbon and calcium, weave its components into your cells and turn itself organic. Effectively it would merge with you completely.
Its mechanical brain would supplement your organic one, merging into one entity. The personality and intelligence would remain yours, but it would give your brain new components that it previously lacked that would operate subconsciously, effectively acting like instinct as well as boosting your mental processing significantly. The procedure would make you very strong, very tough, and able to turn almost any raw nutrients into protein strings necessary to maintain your functioning.
The suit suggests a mammal form that is able to operate on both two legs and four, see in near total darkness, and possesses many natural weapons. It cycles through images of many different forms that are available.
Intriguing. Turning the powersuit biological and merging it with yourself would make you extremely powerful, the metaphorical king of the jungle so to speak. But is it worth sacrificing your humanity?
[[Absolutely. Start Transforming!|EndingKingoftheJungle]]"Okay, sure." You say. With a wave of your hands you give him what he wants.
The primitive man gasps as a nice pair of boobs suddenly sprouts from his chest. He growls at them suspiciously, but then starts to squeeze them. "Boobs." He says happily. He wonders off, feeling himself.
Well, that was easy.
You glance up and send a spark of flame carefully into the top of the net, burning it off of the rope that holds it, sending yourself crashing to the floor. With as much dignity as you can muster you untangle yourself from the net and head off in search of a village to lead.
[[Go forth and conquer|Pyradown]]Julia finishes casting the spell. You feel a slight tingling over you skin, like the feeling just before it starts to rain and then . . . nothing. The feeling fades.
"Hmmm." Julia checks her book and looks you over a few times. "Let's try again." The process is repeated, but with the same results. In fact this time the feeling is even more fleeting.
"Well, I guess we can scratch this one." Julia says, sounding disappointed. You give her a look of concern but she smiles at you. "It's not your fault, pet, sometimes these things just don't work. That's why we have test subjects." She smiles and winks at you.
"Let's talk about what I need you to do now..."
[[Hear your new assignment|JuliaJob]]Animal hides are stretched across wooden frames to create massive drums. Your strongest men beat them as smoke signals rise from your bonfires. The Stedt that are scattered across the mountain know what this means - a local chief is claiming the title of Warlord.
<<if $power lte 1>>There is not much of a response. After a few days some stragglers appear. But it is soon apparent that the Stedt that have come from the other villages are the weak and the outcasts. The word of your power has not spread sufficiently to entice the people of worth. It would appear that your actions have not convinced many beyond this village that you are indeed a goddess worthy of worship.
[[Convince them the hard way|StedtBattle]]<<endif>><<if $power eq 2>>Starting the very next day, large amounts of men and women are arriving from the other Stedt villages. Word of your wonders and power have spread far and wide and the other Stedt are eager to answer your call.
[[March to the Jungle|MarkuBattle]]<<endif>><<if $power eq 3>>Before the day is over you see large amounts of Stedt arriving from all over the mountain. By the end of the week nearly every single Stedt on the volcano has come to bow before you. They want nothing more than to follow their goddess into battle.
[[March to the Jungle|MarkuBattle]]<<endif>>You tell your suit mentally what you have planned and you get to work. Using your immense strength and advanced interaction with the fort's controls you start to modify the fortress to turn it into a giant cage, without appearing to change it from the outside. You rewire the still active weapons to power a series of electric bars that will spring up on your command once the beast enters the fort.
Of course, you have to use yourself as bait. Which means once the creature is in you have to either beat it unconscious before you exit or manage to get out without it slipping out the same way you go.
The fort has a basic radar system that has a longer range than your suit, so you activate it and watch for the demon to rise again.
It takes a few days but eventually you get the signal. You launch a small probe from your powersuit in the direction of the signal, and a few hours later it finds the source and sends you visual, it is indeed the same demon.
You get a closer look at it now. It has a decidedly androgynous, but powerful, build. Its long hair is up in long braids that are woven with skulls and other trophies from battle. The huge flail is taller than you, the chain made of a greenish-black metal that crackles ominously. She wears a few simple chains around her body, wrapped around her legs from her demonic hooves and up to her leathery wings that propel her through wildspace. Her breasts are small but noticeable.
You realize based on her trajectory she isn't headed for your fort, but the portal into Paradise. You rewire your trap so that you have a few active guns to shoot at her to get her attention. This will make your trap slightly weaker. After she's inside you'll have to hold her in here for a few minutes before the power goes back to the electric bars.
[[Lure Her In|SuperTCatchB2]]<h1><center>Supporting The Troops</center></h1>You let the hourglass sit where it is and check your reflection, running your sparkly pink lipstick over your DSLs one more time. You kiss at the mirror and smile at what you see. So many soldiers have told you that they rush to see you perform that you feel personally responsible for some of the demons they kill. With girls like you shaking boobs like yours up here, the war is going to go great.
Gloria was right, this is where you belong. You jump with joy when you see the door appear and rush out to do your routine, hoping you get to do another private show afterwards!
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//
<<remember $EndingSupportingtheTroops = "yes">>Matthias begins to speak of the Maker and His Love. You learn that this man came from a farming community north of the great city, and that he pledged to join the church when he saw a priest cure a plague that was threatening his family. When he saw the great cleric cure his little sisters of the deadly disease he knew he had to repay the Maker and devoted his life to Him.
Matthias speaks with great passion and conviction, and for a moment you almost forget to be bored by this. Matthias sees your interest and engages you, asking of your background and motivations. You make it up on the fly, easily charming the young monk with a similar story of your own which he finds greatly uplifting.
You hardly notice how much time has gone by when Matthias asks you to join him in a prayer and then congratulates you once again and exits the room.
"Well that was less interesting than I'd hoped." Julia says, appearing next to you. "Still, you did what I asked and I suppose I should be grateful. The next experiment might be a little more interesting though."
[[Talk to Julia|SLDX1AfterBoy]]<<set $sldmpreg = "no">><<set $sld = $sld +1>><<set $sldx1 = "goodboy">>You feel compelled to lead by example. You beckon a young Marku man to you and lead him up to your palanquin. You make sure your people notice you doing this. He is every bit as skilled as you imagined him to be and makes the night pass quite enjoyably.
You don't feel the need to be particularly assertive with him as he appears to be quite submissive by nature. Without questioning he lets you ride him until he is sore, drinks from your breasts only when you command, and eats you out and fingers you exactly to your specifications. Anything you command him to he does without hesitation. He curls up next to you as you sleep and you pet his head as you doze off, wondering how anyone could possibly ever not want their very own Marku boy.
You do not allow him to impregnate you. None need to be impressed with your fertility any more, you have grown beyond that.
[[Push on in the Morning|SMarku3]]<h1><center>Primitive Chief</center></h1>Your power diminished and with no new sources of demonic energy to gain you return to your throne and commiserate. This should have gone better. You should have taken this world by storm, conquered the land, converted the people and returned to the cosmos to truly grow your power.
But you failed. You did not gather enough support to sway even these simple mountain dwellers. As time passes you are still seen as a holy figure, and still respected in your small village, but nothing more. Your truly unearthly gifts are diminished.
You sit as the queen of this village, attempting over and over again to regain your might, but nothing works. As the year passes and the snows again begin to fall on the mountain you realize that this is where your story ends. Sitting on a poorly made throne of rock as squat primitives carress your belly and bring you barely cooked meat.
You will wear this massively pregnant, bull horned earth goddess body until something deposes you or you decide to fade to oblivion. [[This is how your story ends.|dignominy]]
//This is a past life you will remember. You can find this page again through the "Past Lives" link.//<<remember $EndingMountainQueen = "yes">>And just like that, as the glittering whirl fades you are back in the comfortable couch that you were sitting in before you were taken to your first training.
You blink and glance down. Your body has kept the changes that the test gave you.
"Well now." Della says as she is now bending over a crystal ball sitting on a nearby bookshelf. "Let's see how you did..."
<<if $Mercy eq "Valk">>[[How'd I do?|MercyMortal]]<<endif>> <<if $Mercy eq "BB">>[[How'd I do?|BB]]<<endif>> <<if $Mercy eq "Herald">>[[How'd I do?|MercyMortal]]<<endif>> <<if $Mercy eq "Advocate">>[[How'd I do?|MercyMortal]]<<endif>> <<if $Mercy eq "Mortal">>[[How'd I do?|MercyMortal]]<<endif>>There are many Stedt warriors capable of fathering your child. It hardly matters which one.
You don't make any sort of ceremony of it, you simply watch your troops in training one day and choose one that out performs the others.
When he returns to his hut you step out of the shadows. He is scared at first, but a wave of your hand dispels it. Soon he is on his back and you are riding him with a methodical intent. The people need you to be pregnant? Very well. This should silence them.
While the man reacts as though this was a life changing experience for him, you find the whole affair rather mundane and soon are walking out the door, stifling the feelings of joy that are pulsing from your pregnant stomach.
It does not take long to feel something growing inside of you.
[[The Winter Passes|CundaBirth]]
<<set $cundababy = "anonymous">>"You can't be sure of that. The alien cock is distorting it." Selite says. "I'd say its a nine at best."
"I think it will tighten up now that it's healing." Cousin Steve disagrees. "And if we have a ten we need to deploy it."
"If." Agent Selite says skeptically. The two start eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat again. "Besides you said yourself these are only a seven." He walks to stand next to you and reaches and you takes your left breast in his hand and squeezes. You gasp lightly in protest but he ignores it.
"They can fix that here." Cousin Steve says, moving to stand on the opposite side of Selite he reaches down and squeezes your other tit. "Besides a seven in a bed is an eight once dolled up."
Selite squeezes your tits some more as you try not to die of embarrassment, even more so as your cock gets hard again. "Well, I suppose its always reversible if it doesn't work out right?"
"That's the spirit." Cousin Steve says and he reaches over and buzzes the nurse back in.
"Hey, wait a minute!" You protest but Agent Selite turns to you and shushes you like a small child.
"Yes gentlemen?" Your blonde tormentor says cheerily.
"We've got some enhancement requests." Cousin Steve says.
"Oh, come see the chart and I'll show you what I can while we wait for the doctor, it will be still be a few hours before he's back from lunch." How long a lunch break does that guy take?
You glance up at your boss as he is still squeezing your tit.
"I'm sorry Sir.." You say again.
"Oh don't be Alexis..." He says with a predatory grin. "Either way I will very much enjoy this next part." He leans in closer to your face. "Considering I'll be training you directly due to your terrible performance on your first mission." He flicks your nipple as the nurse and other agent come back in.
"Okay so let me just knock her out here again and maybe I'll be done around the time the doctor is ba..." The nurse switches something in your IV and you are knocked out before she even finishes her sentence.
[[Wake up|lilacsissy]]You press yourself into him, arching your back so that your ass wiggles in his hands, you place your own hands on his chest and run your fingertips down his sternum and over his stomach suggestively, leaning into him so that he has better access to your neck.
It's more than enough hint for him. Before you can even react Stone has his teeth on you, biting and kissing with furious passion as he lifts up your micro dress and slaps your ass hard.
"Get rid of it." He commands, his tugging at your dress failing to get it off. It's still the suit after all, still too strong for most anything to actually damage. You let it shrink into your heels and bracelets, leaving yourself totally naked, your tiny little cock pathetically hard.
"Oh this is so gonna be worth it." He's behind you now, tearing his own clothes off as he puts his hands on your heavy breasts and tugs roughly, pulling you down so that you are bending over the desk. His cock is hard and ready at your asshole. "Get ready for it slut." He snarls and pulls back and then plunges forward in one violent gesture.
A human cock couldn't take this kind of pressure but his angelic rod powers through, bursting through your tight sphincter and up your ass in one quick move that makes you squeal with surprise. At the same time his hands are still cupping your tits, applying pressure from underneath them and bouncing them up and down jiggling your tits as he plows into your ass.
"The Maker will forgive me, you're not a man, no way." Stone gasps, already almost overwhelmed. He slams hard into you again this time forcing your little cock to jam itself against the edge of his desk. Waves of pain shoot through it as you scream from how bad that feels.
"Ooooh what's the matter? Little bitch doesn't like having her cock hurt? Too fucking bad. Shouldn't be pretending to be a man in the first place." Stone yanks your tits roughly, pulling you back into the same position and jams his cock into you again, once again smashing your own little stub into the desk and making you cry out in pain once more.
You're begging and pleading with him to stop but he doesn't listen, bouncing your tits and fucking your ass ruthlessly.
[[Whimper and Take it|juggbadgirl]]
[[Activate Your Suit, Escape!|juggfugitive]]<center><h2>//Death is Just the Beginning//</h2></center>
You don't have time to panic when you realize that you are dying. A hand slides over your eyes from behind, a knife comes across your throat, severing it cleanly. You don't have a voice to scream as the blood sprays out from your fatal wound. You struggle, fiercely, but no amount of will can overcome such a horrific injury. You slump down, your killer lowers your body. You have a brief look at your killer's face.
You hear one last thing as your consciousness fades. A name being screamed in anguish. Your name.
<<textbox "$name" "Jordan" "EStart3" autofocus>>
[[And then your mortal eyes close forever...|EStart3]]Your soul leaves your body and your memories of life fade quickly. Who you were, why anyone would have wanted to kill you, your killer's face, it all seems irrelevant as you are free of your mortal burden.
The sweet embrace of nothingness calls to you. Your soul approaches it. It is not a light. It is not quite darkness either. It is the absence of everything. It is Oblivion, where you will find a well deserved rest.
But you've never been the type to go quietly, and your soul does not accept this as your end. You pull away from the beckoning nothing. You will with every facet of your being to //be// once more. And this is a fight you can win.
The more you struggle to exist, the more you can perceive around yourself. You see a swirling void of lights and colors and shadows. You sense massive, shapeless things in the far reaches of your consciousness, and then you see something steady and consistent.
A lantern. A beacon. No matter what it is, it is something solid, something more real than the madness around you. You go to it. A pale, unadorned hand reaches out to you, a humanoid shape blurry on the other side of the veil of swirling color that clouds your vision.
[[Take it|EStart4]]
[[Reject it|RejectHand]] //Note: This choice leads to a few side-stories that are not considered part of the main story.//
A transparent, glowing hand emerges in front of your vision. It is your own, formed of sheer will. You take the hand and you feel the being pull you forward, toward itself, yanking you out of the madness of swirling color you found yourself in.
And suddenly, with a dizzying wave of sentience, you exist again. You gasp for breath into lungs that have never breathed before, you open eyes that have never seen before, blinking as they grow accustomed to vision.
"Thank you Maker, for giving me the strength to save this soul." A proud and rich female voice intones from above you.
You look at her. She is a remarkably beautiful woman of average height with a noticably curvy build. Her skin is a pale blue and dark black geometric marks tattoo what skin of hers is visible. She wears a black hooded robe, the hood obscuring most of her face and her hair. It hangs loosely about her body but does little to disguise her form. From her back sprout thick black raven-like wings that are folded up against her body.
One pale blue hand is raised in prayer and thanks as she stares up. The other holds aloft a lantern. The light you saw that led you to her.
You glance about. You are lying on what appears to be a small wooden ferry. It is floating in a sea of darkness that sparkles as if reflecting stars, although there are none above you.
A dome of stability surrounds this woman's lantern. It extends a mere few feet around the small ferry. After that boundary of stability that her lantern provides, you see the swirling chaos of lights and shadows that you were trapped in before.
You open your mouth to speak, but find yourself too weak to do so. She is lowering body now, crouching down to see you closer.
"Do not fret <<print $name>>." She says with a comforting, friendly voice. "You are saved. Rest, we have a journey to make." She stands upright again and places her lantern in mid-air, where it stays as she takes a long pole from the ferry's side and starts to guide the craft through the sea of light and shadow.
It is all quite a lot to take in. Your head is swirling. You glance down at yourself. Your body is unnaturally pale and very weak. There is almost no fat or muscle on it. You are naked though, so you can see that this body is...
[[Male|EStart5][$sex = "male"; $build = "weak"; $ubody = "weak"; $lbody = "weak"; $head = "maleangel"; $hisher = "his"; $shehe = "he"; $girlboy = "boy"; $manwoman = "man"; $title = "Sir"; $cocksize = $cocksize +5]]
[[Female|EStart5][$sex = "female"; $build = "weak"; $ubody = "weak"; $lbody = "weak"; $head = "femaleangel"; $hisher = "her"; $shehe = "she"; $girlboy = "girl"; $manwoman = "woman"; $title = "Miss"; $boobsize = $boobsize +5]]<<if $sex eq "femal">>You pull your long hair out of your eyes and take in your figure.<<else>>You take in your new body.<<endif>> It is alarmingly weak, almost skeletal. Your skin is light blue, a lighter shade than the strange figure who is guiding this ferry, and your hair is pale white.
With your very thin frame and lack of body hair, about the only feature that you can tell marks you as one sex or the other is your <<if $sex eq "male">>cock. It is limp, and looks about as weak as the rest of you, but even in its flaccid state you can tell it will grow to an impressive size.<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female">>vagina. Although your figure is, to put it mildly, underdeveloped, there is something very pretty and alluring about your pussy. You can sense that it is fully formed and functional, although it hardly seems like a good time to verify that impression.<<endif>>
<<if $sex eq "male">>[[This body feels wrong, I'm not a man|EStart6][$dysphoria = "yes"]]
[[This body feels right, I am a man|EStart6][$dysphoria = "no"]]<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female">>[[This body feels wrong, I'm not a woman|EStart6][$dysphoria = "yes"]]
[[This body feels right, I am a woman|EStart6][$dysphoria = "no"]]<<endif>>
<<silently>>[[I don't care about my sex|EStart6][$dysphoria = "dc"]]<<endsilently>>
<<silently>>
//Note: Your answer to question will establish your gender identity. If you select that your body feels right, that will be what you identify as. If you select that it feels wrong, the opposite gender will be your identity. If you select that you do not care, you will not have a strong gender identity.//
<<endsilently>><<if $dysphoria eq "yes">>"This is wrong." You announce, running your hands awkwardly over your unfamiliar body. "I shouldn't be <<print $sex>>."
"The Maker has a plan for us all, <<print $name>>." Your companion says mysteriously. "Surely this is a part of it. I am sure you will make an excellent <<print $manwoman>> if the Maker wills it." She says. You shake your head, she won't be any help in this.<<endif>><<if $dysphoria eq "no" or "dc">>You glance up from your brief inspection of your new body to see your companion steadily moving the ferry through the sea of light and shadow.
"Where are you taking me?" You ask.<<endif>>
"I am taking you to the Maker's realm, what we call Paradise." She says, gazing ahead, not meeting your eyes. "You will have shelter, nourishment, and be able to recover your senses properly. You have experienced something quite traumatic I am sure. Those who die quietly tend to slip into Oblivion before I can shine my light on them." As always her voice is calm and soothing.
That appears to be all she has to say on the matter.
[[Speak to her|TalktoFerryman]]
[[Get some Rest|FerryRest]]
<<silently>>
<<if $sex eq "female" and $dysphoria eq "no">><<set $gid = "female">><<endif>>
<<if $sex eq "female" and $dysphoria eq "yes">><<set $gid = "male">><<endif>>
<<if $sex eq "female" and $dysphoria eq "dc">><<set $gid = "q">><<endif>>
<<if $sex eq "male" and $dysphoria eq "no">><<set $gid = "male">><<endif>>
<<if $sex eq "male" and $dysphoria eq "yes">><<set $gid = "female">><<endif>>
<<if $sex eq "male" and $dysphoria eq "dc">><<set $gid = "q">><<endif>>
<<set $ferry = "unasked">>
<<set $ferrytalkp = "unasked">>
<<set $ferrytalkb = "unasked">>
<<set $ferrytalkunb = "unasked">>
<<set $ferryaskcount = 0>>
<<endsilently>>
"Thank you for pulling me out of whatever that was." You say, your voice hoarse and more high pitched than you expected.
She does not move, her back is to you as she stands at the front of the ferry, arms moving rhymthically as she propels the strange craft through the stranger sea.
"Give thanks to the Maker." She says serenely. "He gave me the power to find you, <<print $name>>."
"And who is that?" You ask, feeling a bit like you are asking a stupid question. "And how did you know my name?"
There is silence at first and then the strange woman slowly stops using her pole to propel the Ferry. She turns to you, letting go of the pole it hangs in the air, just like the Lantern did.
She looks you up and down once more. "Most of the lost souls that I find are too weak to wonder such things. You are special, aren't you?" She stands a half a foot taller than you, reaching out a pale blue hand she cups your chin and turns it to the left and right, staring into your eyes. "Yes, yes you are. <<if $head eq "maleangel">>You will be strong and have great purpose<<endif>><<if $head eq "femaleangel">>You will be beautiful and bring much joy to Paradise<<endif>> once the Maker has blessed you." She concludes. She is calm, but obviously happy.
"The Maker is the Light of the Universe." She continues, letting go of your chin. "He sits on the Emerald Throne in the heart of Paradise, which is where I am taking you. He is the one that gives the forces of righteousness power. He shelters the weak, gives purpose to the strong, and guides us in our war against the unbelievers and the Beyonders. And I know your name because it was on the front of your thoughts as I pulled you from the nothingness."
At the mention of Beyonders, you cannot help but notice that the thus far calm figure looks a little nervous as she casts her gaze to the swirling light and shadow around you. Images of the massive, formless things that you sensed as you floated about as a lost soul jump into your head.
"Do not worry." She says, sensing your thoughts as she moves to the prow of the ferry and takes up her pole again. "The Beyonders cannot harm us in the presence of His Light."
<<if $ferry eq "unasked">>[[Ask About Her|TalkFerry]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkp eq "unasked">>[[Ask About Paradise|TalkParadise]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkb eq "unasked">>[[Ask About the Beyonders|TalkBeyonders]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkunb eq "unasked">>[[Ask About the Unbelievers|TalkUnbelievers]]
<<endif>><<if $ferry eq "asked">>[[Rest|FerryRest]]
<<endif>>
You find yourself exhausted. You do not know how much of what <<if $ferry eq "asked">>Willow<<else>>this woman<<endif>> has said you believe, but you know she is your only option to get out of the nothing your soul was swept to.
You curl up on the floor of the ferry, finding in surprisingly comfortable and you close your eyes.
<<if $sex eq "male">>[[You dream|youdreamm]]<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female">>[[You dream|youdreamf]]<<endif>>"So, what can I call you?" You ask.
"My name is Willow." She says, moving her arms as she pushes the ferry through space. "I am a Lantern Bearer, a Ferrywoman, I have been blessed with the power to see through the chaos around us. My Lantern brings souls such as yours to me. Once I have pulled you into a small little bastion of reality you exist once more."
"So did I not out there?" You ask, staring into the swirling madness.
"Not in most senses of the word." She says. "What you see there is Limbo, the realm between Reality and the Beyond. It is the Gateway to Oblivion, where I am sure you were tempted to go. I am glad you did not." She turns her head and smiles at you, and then resumes her work.
<<set $ferry = "asked">>
<<if $ferry eq "unasked">>[[Ask About Her|TalkFerry]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkp eq "unasked">>[[Ask About Paradise|TalkParadise]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkb eq "unasked">>[[Ask About the Beyonders|TalkBeyonders]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkunb eq "unasked">>[[Ask About the Unbelievers|TalkUnbelievers]]
<<endif>><<if $ferry eq "asked">>[[Rest|FerryRest]]
<<endif>>
"Paradise? You're taking me to Heaven?" You say.
"You sound surprised." A tone of amusement creeps into her voice as she turns her neck to face you. "Something I should know about you?" She asks with a familiar smile.
"Uhh..." You honestly aren't sure. You can barely remember your former life.
"Relax." She says, sounding like she is about to start laughing. "Your past sins are cleansed. Everyone gets a fresh start in the afterlife. Paradise is what we call our home, our base of operations, it is where the Maker resides, where our power is strongest. It will be your home if you accept Him."
You aren't keen on asking what will happen if you don't.
<<set $ferrytalkp = "asked">><<set $ferryaskcount += 1>>
<<if $ferry eq "unasked">>[[Ask About Her|TalkFerry]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkp eq "unasked">>[[Ask About Paradise|TalkParadise]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkb eq "unasked">>[[Ask About the Beyonders|TalkBeyonders]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkunb eq "unasked">>[[Ask About the Unbelievers|TalkUnbelievers]]
<<endif>><<if $ferry eq "asked">>[[Rest|FerryRest]]
<<endif>>"What are the Beyonders?" You ask, although you suspect you know a little.
"Did you not sense them as you floated in Limbo?" <<if $ferry eq "asked">>Willow<<else>>Your savior<<endif>> says peacefully. "They are shapeless, formless horrors that do not reside in this reality. Neither the mortal plane nor our celestial realms are home to them. They do not think like us, they do not reason or love like us. They are a force of nature without nature, an abomination, the antithesis of existence."
You cannot help but shudder a little at the thought. "So how do you stop them?"
"Our faith is a shield against them." She says simply. "Since the Maker has established Paradise, the Beyonders have remained at bay."
You aren't entirely satisfied with that, but you get the sense you aren't going to get any more information and change the subject.
<<set $ferrytalkb = "asked">><<set $ferryaskcount += 1>>
<<if $ferry eq "unasked">>[[Ask About Her|TalkFerry]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkp eq "unasked">>[[Ask About Paradise|TalkParadise]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkb eq "unasked">>[[Ask About the Beyonders|TalkBeyonders]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkunb eq "unasked">>[[Ask About the Unbelievers|TalkUnbelievers]]
<<endif>><<if $ferry eq "asked">>[[Rest|FerryRest]]
<<endif>>"So who are these unbelievers you mentioned?"
"Not all of the souls that we rescue are grateful for it." <<if $ferry eq "asked">>Willow<<else>>Your savior<<endif>> says sadly. "Some of them refuse to follow His Way, others prove themsleves unworthy, still more find their way to a place bereft of His Love."
"The unbelievers, the heretics, devils, demons, they are called many things. But they are souls like you and me, just without His Love, and without His Law. They are dangerous. They will tear down Paradise if we let them." A steely tone creeps into her voice as she speaks.
"How do you know I will believe?" You ask.
"I don't." She says simply. "I have faith."
<<set $ferrytalkunb = "asked">><<set $ferryaskcount += 1>>
<<if $ferry eq "unasked">>[[Ask About Her|TalkFerry]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkp eq "unasked">>[[Ask About Paradise|TalkParadise]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkb eq "unasked">>[[Ask About the Beyonders|TalkBeyonders]]
<<endif>><<if $ferrytalkunb eq "unasked">>[[Ask About the Unbelievers|TalkUnbelievers]]
<<endif>><<if $ferry eq "asked">>[[Rest|FerryRest]]
<<endif>><<if $sex eq "male" and $dysphoria eq "yes">>You are still a man in your dream, and it still makes you uncomfortable. You are much larger and stronger than your current body though.<<endif>><<if $sex eq "male" and $dysphoria eq "no">>You are still a man in your dream, and it feels more right than ever. No more are you the weak thing you have become. Powerful muscles and a thick frame give you a body you are proud to call your own.<<endif>><<if $sex eq "male" and $dysphoria eq "dc">>You note that you are still male, but give it no more thought than you ever did.<<endif>> You are in a dark forest, thin knives of light cutting through the thick trees above, standing at the mouth of a cave.
You are swinging your arms viciously, a flaming sword held in one hand, chainmail armor glistening in the sunlight as it hugs your body tightly, long white hair blowing in the wind about your face. You are fighting a monstrous ogre, a tusked humanoid that is half again as wide as you and wickedly strong.
You move quickly, instinctively hacking aside his clumsy attacks and thrusting your sword into him. Over and over you thrust into him, pull your blade out smoothly and back off only to attack again. The beast bellows in pain every time. After a few minutes you cut the creature to its knees and then bring your sword down hard on the back of his neck. He falls to the ground and does not move.
"Oh thank you, thank you!" A female voice gushes with praise as the ogre's captive rushes out of the cave. She is gorgeous, curvaceous, and completely naked. She flings her armos around you and thrusts her lips against your own gratefully.
Being with a woman feels...
[[Very Right|dreamwake][$sexo = "gyno"]]
[[Just Fine, but You Also Enjoy Men|dreamwake][$sexo = "omni"]]
[[Wrong, You'd Much Prefer a Man|dreamwake][$sexo = "andro"]]
<<silently>>
//This choice will determine your sexual orientation. It will have a significant impact on the future of the game.//
<<endsilently>>In your dream you remain female, but much moreso. As you move you become aware of large breasts, wide hips with a plump ass and a well nourished female body moving with you. But you can't move very far.
You're inside some sort of dungeon cell, naked and chained to a wall moss covered stone wall, arms held up to your sides by thick chains, another around your slender stomach, and a more around your ankles. You tug at them frutilessly, when something steps from the shadows in front of you.
You hear a nasty sort of laugh and see glowing red eyes approaching you. What steps into the light is something from a nightmare. It walks like a man but looks more like a devil, with dark red skin, long horns, and brass talons on its hands and feet. A gigantic cock dangles obscenely from its naked form. It hardens at the sight of you.
Before you can react a voice shouts from your side and a knight in shining armor crashes into the devil. You find your heart racing as the two fight each other fiercely, wounding each other greviously until the devil is chased off.
The knight pulls back his helmet. You see fair skin and dark hair on a very handsome face. The knight himself is very well built, amazingly attractive if you enjoy the male form.
"Well, it seems I've saved you again." He says with a cocky grin as he removes his gauntlets and slides his hands around your slender waist, pulling your chained boy close to his. "And thanks to the devil there I don't even have to tie you up this time." He squeezes you tight and crushes his lips against yours. <<if $sex eq "female" and $dysphoria eq "yes">>You squirm in his grasp, doubly uncomfortable with the situation and being in a female body.<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female" and $dysphoria eq "no">>You find yourself moving your body to fit against his, and very much enjoying the way he kisses.<<endif>>
The idea of being with a man feels...
[[Very Right|dreamwake][$sexo = "andro"]]
[[Just Fine, but You Also Enjoy Women|dreamwake][$sexo = "omni"]]
[[Wrong, You'd Much Prefer a Woman|dreamwake][$sexo = "gyno"]]You awake with a start to a sight that is if anything even more surreal than the dream you just witnessed.
In the whirling lights and shadows around you you see a star in the distance, one that does not change shape and colors and location at random like all of the others. You stand up from your napping position and stand behind <<if $ferry eq "asked">>Willow<<else>>the Ferrywoman<<endif>> watching the approach.
She says nothing in way of greeting, not needing to tell you that the star is your destination. You are approaching at what seems like a much faster speed than you feel the ferry moving, it is a bit disconcerting.
As the star now looms very large in front of you, you start to see smaller movement within it, as well as the silhouettes of large structures.
One moment you are flying towards it, the next you are inside.
The madness is gone. You are now in a well lit area, the light making you cover your eyes as they adjust. Instead of floating in a sea of nothingness, the Ferry is now on bright blue water. As you glance down you see a coral reef about thirty feet below. Brightly colored fish swim about playfully in the reef.
You glance up and see that the shore is approaching. You are movingly slowly, the lapping of the water against the Ferry is quite relaxing. A rather quaint wooden dock is your destination, beyond which you see rolling green hills and what looks like small white marble buildings scattered about. In the center of them is a belltower. Beyond that you see what appears to be vast acres of farmland strecthing as far as you can see over the land.
You look behind you. You see no trace of the madness you came from. The ocean extends as far as you can see.
The ferry stops when it is at the docks, and <<if $ferry eq "asked">>Willow<<else>>your guide<<endif>> steps off of it and onto the docks nimbly. She takes her lantern where it has remained in mid-air and fixes it to the end of her pole, which she slings over her shoulder, and then offers you a hand.
"Welcome to Paradise."
[[Take her hand for the second time|Elysium]]<<if $ferry eq "asked">>Willow<<else>>The Ferrywoman<<endif>> pulls you from her simple boat and onto the dock with surprising strength. She pulls back her hood for the first time. You see long black hair and a kind, welcoming face. You weren't expecting the long, pointed ears. She smiles, catching your reaction.
"We're all a little unique in the afterlife." She says gently. "You will find your form in time. Come."
The two of you walk off of the docks. Your bare feet touch the grass and it feels wonderful to tread on solid earth again. The air is refreshing, the sun shines brightly, and you start to see beautiful birds and small mammals going about their lives in the grass around you.
"This is Elysium." <<if $ferry eq "asked">>Willow<<else>>Your guide<<endif>> explains. "It is where new souls find their way. I will take you to what will be your home until you are ready to join us." She motions towards the sky. You squint against the bright sun and then you see on the clouds far above figures moving about between large buildings, large numbers of winged humanoids moving in formation, and other activities that you can't quite make out.
"I thought this was Paradise?", you reply with confusion.
"The Maker's true servants inhabit the realm above." She explains. "Those in Elysium have not taken a vow of loyalty to him. They are cared for, sheltered, and fed. But they lack purpose. Some stay here far too long." She shakes her head sadly. "I hope you will join us in true Paradise soon."
As you reach the top of the hill you are walking up, you see a circle of beings below. Many of them look quite a lot like you, slender, weak, and a pale blue color. Some look much stronger than the others. The men rather muscly, the women rather curvaceous. Some of them have the beginning of wings, horns, and other odd features. They sit on the grass around a man who they are all paying close attention to.
The man is pale, but in a natural way, and has bright blue eyes and blonde hair. He wears what looks like a clean white roman toga and simple sandals. He has an athletic build and an easy confidence and manner to him. He finishes speaking and claps his hands. The other lost souls get up and start making their way away from you and <<if $ferry eq "asked">>Willow<<else>>the Ferrywoman.<<endif>> It appears the lesson has finished.
"Cladius!" <<if $ferry eq "asked">>Willow<<else>>The Ferrywoman calls to him.<<endif>> He turns quickly and perks up as he sees her. He sprints the distance to the two of you, moving with exceptional speed. When he arrives he does not seem tired at all, the same easy smile on his handsome face.
"Willow!" He exclaims, sweeping her up in his arms and off of her feet, provoking an amused laugh from the Ferrywoman.
"Careful Cladius, my lantern!" She says, obviously not greatly concerned as he reluctantly places her back on her feet.
He turns to you with a smile.
[[Smile back|Elysium2][$cladius = "smile"]]
[[Stay cautious|Elysium2][$cladius = "frown"]]
<<silently>>
<<set $willow = "ferrywoman">>
<<set $status = "elysium">>
<<set $ecrystals = "notdone">>
<<set $esword = "notdone">>
<<set $escroll = "notdone">>
<<set $houseintro = "notdone">>
<<set $cclothes = "notdone">>
<<set $cbody = "notdone">>
<<set $chouse = "notdone">>
<<set $estr = 1>>
<<set $eday = 1>>
<<set $evalor = 0>>
<<set $eobedience = 0>>
<<set $ewf = "none">>
<<endsilently>>
<<if $cladius eq "smile">>You can't help it. Something about how nice everything seems and how friendly this man is, his grin is contagious and you return it to him. He sees this and brightens up even more.<<endif>><<if $cladius eq "frown">>You aren't quite ready to open up and remain guarded. Cladius doesn't seem at all fazed by this though.<<endif>>
"So, what sort of <<print $manwoman>> have you brought me this time?" He asks Willow.
"The same as last time, my friend. A lost soul who will need to find <<print $hisher>> way, <<print $hisher>> name is <<print $name>>" She turns to you, "<<print $name>> this is Cladius. He is one of the many Mentors that are stationed here in Elysium to give instruction to lost souls like yourself. We've landed near his Belltower so he will be your Mentor. He is here to teach you the Maker's ways and test your body, mind, and spirit until you are ready to join us true angels above. I just know you will be with us soon." She says with a cherry confidence, reaching out and squeezing your hand. <<if $sex eq "male" and $dysphoria eq "no" and $sexo eq "gyno">>Her hand lingers, she glances up and down at you one last time, and then grinning impishly, she steps into you and kisses you on the cheek for just a moment. She pulls back, one finger trailing along the length of your proud cock, making it stand at attention. <<set $willow = "bootycall">>
She steps away all too soon, grinning happily. "I look forward to seeing the form you grow into." She says with one last squeeze of your cock. She turns back to Cladius, who is watching with an amused look on his face. "Take care of this one for me." She says with a grin. "I think he has great potential." There is an obvious double meaning in her flirtatious tone.
"Don't worry." He says, obviously impressed. "I like him already." <<endif>><<if $sex eq "male" and $dysphoria eq "no" and $sexo eq "omni">>Her hand lingers, she glances up and down at you one last time, and then grinning impishly, she steps into you and kisses you on the cheek for just a moment. She pulls back, one finger trailing along the length of your proud cock, making it stand at attention. <<set $willow = "bootycall">>
She steps away all too soon, grinning happily. "I look forward to seeing the form you grow into." She says with one last squeeze of your cock. She turns back to Cladius, who is watching with an amused look on his face. "Take care of this one for me." She says with a grin. "I think he has great potential." There is an obvious double meaning in her flirtatious tone.
"Don't worry." He says, obviously impressed. "I like him already." <<endif>><<if $sex eq "female">>"And don't let Cladius here seduce you too quickly." She gives the man a knowing look, to which he responds with a feigned innocence 'who me' sort of look.<<set $willow = "girlfriend">><<endif>>
"Well, I must be off to fix up my Lantern for my next trip. I'll be sure to stop by and say hi if you're still here." Willow nods to both you and Cladius and then vanishes.
You turn to look at the man you've been handed off to.
"Follow me." He says in a friendly tone. "Let's get you set up. I have a free house just over a few hills here." You're too overwhelmed by the newness of this all still to really resist.
[[Find your new home|Elysium3]]<<set $ewalk = "new">><<set $ewexplore = "new">><<set $epier = "notdone">><<set $ebtower = "notdone">><<set $efriend = "notdone">><<set $ewex = "notdone">><<set $fishflirt = "new">><<set $fishoceantalk = "new">><<set $fishetalk = "new">>
You walk with Cladius. He walks very slowly, but you can barely keep up. <<if $sex eq "male">>"Don't worry." He says with an understanding smile. "Your body is still weak. It will grow stronger, and quickly too."<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female">>Cladius seems to enjoy quite literally running circles around you as you make the trek. He behaves in what he obviously thinks is a playfully teasing manner, urging you to move faster and lightly making fun of the fact that your body can't yet do so.<<endif>>
You finally reach your destination. It is a small, one room home whose walls and roof seem to be carved from one block of white marble. The door is a simple hanging curtain of soft white fabric, and the window openings have no glass, just similar soft fabric covering them.
Cladius brushes aside the door and leads you in. Once inside he pulls aside the curtains and you can see the interior quite well in the sunlight.
There is a very comfortable looking bed, a small shelf which contains a scroll, several crystals, and a sheathed sword, a marble table, and little else.
"It's not much." He says, echoing your thoughts. "But it is all you will need to ascend, if that is your path."
He points to the scroll. "The Maker's Law." He points to the crystal. "The catalysts of change." He points at the sword. "And I think you know what that is for."
He steps into the doorway as you sit on the bed. "You are in the afterlife<<if $sex eq "male">> my friend<<endif>>, you will not age and here you are under our protection. Your body will sustain itself through hunger and thirst although you will find life much more pleasant if you eat and drink and fulfill your needs. You will find many here who will share with you if you cannot provide for yourself. The only Laws we ask you to obey are to do no harm and to do the work we ask of you to help support Paradise. As long as you follow those rules you may do as you wish here."
"Every day I speak of the Maker's Love in the central field where you saw me earlier. You are welcome to attend although you do not have to. In the mornings, you will hear the belltower chime, simply come to the tower and I will take us all to our assigned worksite. Every task we complete will make you stronger, and bring you closer to joining the ranks of the true angels, and help you find your true form." <<if $sex eq "female">>His eyes dart up and down your body at that comment. "I imagine it will be quite beautiful." He says with a charming grin.<<endif>>
"You body will persist without sleep, but your thoughts will become erratic. Your dreams may help you find yourself as well."
"You have neighbors in nearly every direction. They are all lost souls, like you. Some gather with each other. Others stick to themselves. But only those who defy the Maker are cast out."
"Do you need anything else, <<print $title>> <<print $name>>?"
[[You Have a Few Questions...|Elysium4]]
[[Let him Leave|Elysium5]] <<set $EKurt = "notmet">><<set $EKaty = "notmet">><<set $EKris = "notmet">>
"Okay. Wait." You say, holding up your hands so he does not leave. "I have to know a few things. First off, please, just bottom line it for me, where am I exactly?"
<<if $sex eq "male">>Cladius smiles at your curiosity.<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female">>Cladius frowns, and seems to regard your curiosity as troubling.<<endif>> "Would it help if I used the phrase 'pocket dimension'?" He asks after thinking on it for a moment.
"Sort of." You say, thinking about it. "A world outside of normal existence you mean?"
He nods. "Essentially. This dimension is a nexus that allows us to access thousands of mortal worlds. We discover more constantly, and attempt to bring them into worship of the Maker." He cocks his head at you and appears to be reading the air around you. "If I'm not mistaken your world was only slightly influenced. Perhaps you will be sent back there when you ascend."
"So you're not from Earth?" You ask.
He laughs. "No." He says simply. "Most of us are not from your world."
"So how can I understand you?"
"We all speak the same tongue in the afterlife." He replies simply.
"Makes it easy I suppose. So we can return to the world of the living?"
"Yes and no." Cladius explains. "Those who are gifted in such things can open gateways. If the faith of the world is strong enough we can make them permanent. However, even though we pass into those worlds, we do not return to life and if we can only stay as long as the mortals choose to let us. We are also vulnerable to magicks that affect celestial beings on the worlds that have learned such things, and of course our bodies can be destroyed."
"What happens if our bodies are destroyed?" You ask.
"You will return to Limbo. If your faith is sufficiently strong, you will be able to find your way here again. Otherwise you may Fade to Oblivion."
"And what happens if I Fade?" You ask.
"You cease to be." He says simply.
"One last thing, where do I get some clothes?"
Cladius laughs and points to the crystals. "If you wish to learn to change the world around you, that is where you start. Otherwise, there is no need for clothing here." <<if $sex eq "female">>He grins at you. "And once your body starts filling in, I highly encourage you to remain naked."<<endif>>
You nod<<if $sex eq "female">>, ignoring his flirtations for now,<<endif>> as you process all of this information.
"It's quite a lot to take in." Cladius says. "I will leave you to get situated." He acknowledges with an easy smile. "Just call my name should you need me, I will hear you so long as you have not wandered too far. <<if $sex eq "female">>He winks at you and<<else>>He<<endif>> turns to head off.
[[Get settled in|Elysium5]] <<if $houseintro eq "notdone">>You take a deep breath and will yourself to relax. Your head is racing with a thousand unanswered questions and thoughts about your future.
You aren't in any instant danger, which helps you relax somewhat and the bed is very soft and inviting, but you aren't quite ready to sleep.
<<endif>><<if $escroll eq "done" and $ecrystals eq "done" and $esword eq "done">>You have examined all of the items in your house.<<else>>You glance over the items in front of you. You could examine one? <<endif>>
<<if $escroll eq "notdone">>[[Pick up the scroll|ElysiumScroll]]
<<endif>><<if $ecrystals eq "notdone">>[[Pick up the crystals|ElysiumCrystals]]
<<endif>><<if $esword eq "notdone">>[[Pick up the sword|ElysiumSword]]
<<endif>><<if $escroll eq "done" and $ecrystals eq "done" and $esword eq "done">>[[Go Outside|EWalk]]<<endif>>
<<set $FishermanMark = "stranger">>You pick up the scroll case. It is made of a pure white material that you can't quite place, with embossed stoppers on each end made of gold. Arcane symbols, expertly gilded, decorate the white tube. The entire things looks extremely expensive. They must place great significance on the law of the Maker.
You remove the scroll and read it over. It is not all that long.
//Hear now the Law of the Maker.
Those who are loyal to me shall be the the angels of Paradise, and shall pledge their eternal loyalty. If any should break their vow they will be cast out.
Angels at all times must be righteous, courageous, and stalwart in the face of evil.
Angels must shield the weak, counsel the strong, and educate the ignorant. They must bring all mortals into my Light, lest their souls be lost to Oblivion or Evil.
Male angels must be powerful. They must protect and provide for the women at all costs. They must love only women.
Female angels must be beautiful. They must attend every need of the men, and bring joy to them. They must love only men.
Devils are to be given no mercy. They must suffer so greviously that Oblivion is preferable to opposing the Maker. The hells they create in the spaces between worlds must be destroyed. Their influence on mortal worlds must be eradicated.
Those under my protection in Paradise who have not sworn loyalty to me may reside in Elysium provided they work when required and do no harm.
So Sayeth the Maker.//
You carefully place the scroll back in the case and return it to its position on the shelf.
[[Look at the Other Items|Elysium5]]
<<set $escroll = "done">><<set $houseintro = "done">>
You stand and walk to the crystals. There are a dozen of them, various shapes and sizes. You recognize all of them as minerals you could find on earth, although you couldn't name them all off of the top of your head.
You reach out and move your hand over them, as if expecting to feel some sort of energy. You don't. You reach down and pick up a large piece of purple amethyst.
As you lift it up it feels heavier than it should. You will it to be light. You have to grab it as it threatens to float away as if it was filled with helium. Interesting.
<<if $cclothes eq "notdone">>[[Give yourself some clothes|ECClothes]]
<<endif>><<if $cbody eq "notdone">>[[Try to change your body|ECBody]]
<<endif>><<if $chouse eq "notdone">>[[Try to change your house|ECHouse]]
<<endif>><<if $cclothes eq "done" or $cbody eq "done" or $chouse eq "done">>[[That's Enough Playing with the Crystals for Now|Elysium5][$ecrystals = "done"]]<<endif>>
<<set $houseintro = "done">>
You pick up the sword. You were expecting it to be much heavier and to struggle to lift it in your weak body. You notice the sheath is attached to a belt designed to be secured around your waist. You pull the sword from the scabbard and examine it.
It is nearly three feet long and three or four inches thick down the majority of the blade before it reaches the sharp tip. The edge gleams with a razor sharpness. It seems like a natural part of your body as you give it an experimental twirl. <<if $sex eq "male">>It reminds you of the sword from your dream, except for the fact that it is noticably not on fire.<<endif>>
You wonder if you are meant to fight against the enemies of heaven with this weapon. You wonder how you will feel if you are asked to do such a thing. You remember Willow's talk of unbelievers, and Cladius's talk of how those who defy the Maker are cast out. Is this what is meant for them?
You slide the sword back into the sheath and return it to the shelf.
[[Look at the Other Items on the Shelf|Elysium5]]
<<set $esword = "done">><<set $houseintro = "done">>
<<if $ewalk eq "new">>You step outside, shielding your eyes against the bright sun. You feel a soothing breeze against your skin and the lush grass and soft soil under your feet. You hear birds chirping merrily as a few land on your roof. Overall it is quite idyllic.
<<endif>>What would you like to do?
<<if $epier eq "notdone">>[[Go to the Pier|EWDocks][$ewalk = "done"]]
<<endif>><<if $efriend eq "notdone">>[[Find another lost soul to speak with|EWFriends][$ewalk = "done"]]
<<endif>><<if $ewalk eq "done" and $epier eq "done" and $efriend eq "done">>[[Nothing Else, Return Home|EHomeNight]]<<endif>>
<<set $KiraCave = "notfound">>
<<set $ebell = 0>><<set $edocks2 = 0>><<set $ecladius = 0>>You concentrate on clothing. You try to remember what you wore in your old life. You remember what you think of as clothing, you remember how to wear it, but you can't remember what you wore yourself.
Then, without warning, a jolt of energy shoots from the crystal into your body. You stumble forward, placing your free hand over a large piece of obsidian and raise it also, balancing one stone in each hand as you feel energy flowing through them over your body.
<<if $sex eq "female">>You feel tight clothing wrapping around your form, soft fabric caressing your softer skin as it wraps around you. You seem to be only a vessel for this magic, having little control over it at all as a skintight dress of white cotton appears in existence around you. It has a scoop neckline, very short sleeves, and a hugs your body tightly down to just above your knees where it stops.
You blink, surprised, feeling simple cotton panties comfortably around your crotch and a matching white cotton bra around your chest. Glancing down it is apparent the cups of bra are slightly padded.<<endif>><<if $sex eq "male">>You feel loose clothing suddenly forming around you. It fits very comfortably as it settles about your thin form, only midly uncomfortable for a brief moment as underwear appears around your pelvis before it loosens.
When the spell is done you are wearing a loose pair of white cotton pants, tied at your waist with a cotton cord, a loose cotton shirt that fits somewhat like a tunic, and a comfortable set of underwear.<<endif>>
You remain barefoot.
You close your eyes and concentrate, trying to undo or change your clothes, but nothing happens. Weird.
<<if $sex eq "female">>[[Leave the clothes on|ECC2][$clothes = "cdress"]]<<endif>><<if $sex eq "male">>[[Leave the clothes on|ECC2][$clothes = "cpants"]]<<endif>>
[[Take the clothes off|ECC2]]
<<set $cclothes = "done">>
<<set $cbody = "done">>You pick up a turqouise crystal and hold it in both of your hands in front of you. You close your eyes and concentrate on your body.
<<if $dysphoria eq "yes">>You wish it would change back to its proper sex. You feel distinctly uncomfortable as a <<print $manwoman>><<endif>><<if $dysphorai eq "no">>You concentrate on making yourself more of a <<print $manwoman>>, trying to shake off the weakness of this form.<<endif>><<if $dysphoria eq "dc">>You concentrate on shifting your form in any manner you can, not particularly caring about how you end up, just wanting to see if you have the power to do it.<<endif>>
You concentrate hard, picturing many different variations of your goal and trying to relax your mind to create it. You feel energy running through you, but nothing happens. After some time you must unfortunately concede you are just not strong enough to do this yet.
You place the turquoise down and look at the crystals in front of you.
<<if $cclothes eq "notdone">>[[Give yourself some clothes|ECClothes]]
<<endif>><<if $cbody eq "notdone">>[[Try to change your body|ECBody]]
<<endif>><<if $chouse eq "notdone">>[[Try to change your house|ECHouse]]
<<endif>><<if $cclothes eq "done" or $cbody eq "done" or $chouse eq "done">>[[That's Enough Playing with the Crystals for Now|Elysium5][$ecrystals = "done"]]<<endif>>
<<set $chouse = "done">>You arrange several crystals into a square in front of you and concentrate on affecting your surroundings, closing your eyes and attemping to tap into the crystals's power.
As you do you feel a very strong force resisting you. It would appear that the shape of Elysium is being maintained by an extraordinarly powerful will and you do not have nearly the strength or permision to influence it.
With a sigh you look back down at the crystals.
<<if $cclothes eq "notdone">>[[Give yourself some clothes|ECClothes]]
<<endif>><<if $cbody eq "notdone">>[[Try to change your body|ECBody]]
<<endif>><<if $chouse eq "notdone">>[[Try to change your house|ECHouse]]
<<endif>><<if $cclothes eq "done" or $cbody eq "done" or $chouse eq "done">>[[That's Enough Playing with the Crystals for Now|Elysium5][$ecrystals = "done"]]<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "cdress" or $clothes eq "cpants">>You decide not to change out of the clothes.<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female" and $clothes eq "none">>You have to wriggle and contort your body to peel off the tight dress. The underwear is much easier to remove. You fold them and place them in a corner of the house once you are done. Once you have it all off, you feel much better.<<endif>><<if $sex eq "male" and $clothes eq "none">>You easily take off the clothes and fold them and place them in a corner of the house. You feel better once you have it all off.<<endif>>
You look down at the crystals in front of you.
<<if $cclothes eq "notdone">>[[Give yourself some clothes|ECClothes]]
<<endif>><<if $cbody eq "notdone">>[[Try to change your body|ECBody]]
<<endif>><<if $chouse eq "notdone">>[[Try to change your house|ECHouse]]
<<endif>><<if $cclothes eq "done" or $cbody eq "done" or $chouse eq "done">>[[That's Enough Playing with the Crystals for Now|Elysium5][$ecrystals = "done"]]<<endif>>
You return to the pier where Willow dropped you off. It is really a long series of wooden planks that stretches about a hundred yards into the water. The water is still blue, still filled with bright fish, and still seems like a mixture of sand and coral reef below.
You see Willow's Ferry floating where she left it, still unmoored. You also see a figure sitting at the very end of the Dock. He has his back to you, his feet dangling in the water. He is wearing a heavy blue jacket with a zipper, and what appear to be blue jeans. He has light blue skin like yours, salt and pepper hair and appears to be casting a fishing line into the water.
[[Go Talk to Him|EWDFisherman]]
[[Go Somewhere Else|EWalk]]
<<set $epier = "done">>
You recall the way Cladius spoke of the Belltower, and you remember seeing it in a central location of all of the little marble houses. You wonder if it is his base of operations, and having nothing better to do, you go to investigate. You can see the tower from your 'front lawn' area so finding it is very easy.
As you approach the the tower you see it is about three stories high, although it is only the size of a small room. There is an open door at the very bottom and you see stairs leading up.
[[Go Up the Stairs|EWBtowerup]]
You need to find someone to talk to. You remember Cladius saying you have neighbors in nearly all directions, so you set off to find one of them.
You come across your nearest neighbor's house soon enough. It is nearly identical to yours, with cloth coverings on the door and windows.
[[Knock Knock|EWFKurt][$ewf = "Kurt"]]
<<set $efriend = "done">>
<<set $efriend2 = 0>>
<<if $ewexplore eq "new">>You look about, feeling a sense of wanderlust. This is a whole new world to explore. It seems like it is custom built for peaceful relaxation and support of Paradise above, but nothing is ever that neat and easy.
You walk back towards the ocean, not towards the docks, just generally towards the glistening water. Your inner explorer is telling you to go this way. Vague memories of poking about as a child in your former life and always seeming to find what you were looking for at the front of your memory, but you can't quite recall any particulars.
As you reach the ocean you see that this particular area is a rather steep cliff. You glance over the side, it is about a forty foot drop. You feel a sense of apprehension as the heights make you dizzy briefly.
But then again, apparently you can't die, so what's the worst that can happen?<<else>>You are drawn back to the tall cliff. As you glance down you see what looks like an opening where the sand of the beach meets the rocky shore. A cave? There's only one way to explore it...<<endif>>
[[Jump|EWExJump][$ewex = "done"]]
[[Nope, Doin' Somethin' Else|EHomeMidday][$ewexplore = "old"]]You return back to your small marble house, exhausted from the day's events and pondering all the things that you've gone through.
You draw the curtains tight across the door and windows<<if $clothes eq "none">><<else>> take off your clothes and fold them up carefully<<endif>> and then collapse into your comfortable bed.
You are asleep and dreaming before you know it.
<<if $eday >= 3>>[[Dream...|BookkeeperTestDream]]<<else>>[[Dream...|EHomeDayDream]]<<endif>>
You walk up the pier, the wood creaking very lightly under your feet. It doesn't look like it should be sturdy, and you see no indication whatsoever that there are any pools actually anchoring the pier to the seabed, but it feels completely sturdy under your feet.
The fisherman turns his head to look over his shoulder in your direction when you are nearly upon him. You see he has a beard that matches the salt and pepper of his hair, and that his eyes are a dark blue. He glances you up and down, <<if $sex eq "female" and $clothes eq "none">>smiling at your naked female body but more in an amused than predatory way,<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female" and $clothes eq "cdress">>smiling at the way the tight dress shows off your body, but not in a predatory way,<<endif>><<if $sex eq "male">>doesn't seem to think much of what he sees,<<endif>> and turns his head back to the sea.
You stand there a moment, unsure of what to do, before he breaks the silence.
"Brand new huh?" He says with a deep voice. It is a bit confrontational in tone, but you sense no malice in it.
"Yes, just today." You say.
"Today." He smirks. "Ain't no days here my <<print $girlboy>> just one big long one. No nights." His line starts wriggling signalling he has caught a fish. He pulls it up, you see a fish half the size of his body. You raise your eyebrows, impressed at the size of it. He sighs a bit dissapointed and throws it back.
"That uh, looked like a pretty big one?" You ask.
"Yeah. I guess." He says. "No fight in any of 'em though. Not much sport if they don't fight back."
"You don't fish to eat?"
"Oh I do. I'll keep a few at the end. But I remember this being a lot more fun." He puts a hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun and stares out in the ocean. "Out there though...maybe there's somethin' bigger. I been tryin' to put a boat together with those crystals in my little marble hut." He smirks in disdain. "I can get it to come out of the air, but as soon as I stop concentrating it falls to pieces and the pieces vanish." He shakes his head. "Someday I'll get the hang of it."
He casts his line again.
[[Sit Down Next to Him and Talk More|EWDF2]]
[[Wish Him Luck and Head Back|EWalk][$epier = "done"]] <<set $fishtalk = "new">><<set $FishermanMark = "met">>
<<if $fishtalk eq "new">>"I'm <<print $name>>." You say with a friendly voice as you sit down next to him on the pier. Your toes dangle in the water near his, the water is just cool enough to be very pleasant and refreshing.
"Mark." He says simply after a few moments. <<endif>>
What do you wish to talk about?
<<if $fishoceantalk eq "new">>[[The Ocean|EWDFO][$fishtalk = "old"; $fishoceantalk = "old"]]
<<endif>><<if $fishetalk eq "new">>[[Elysium|EWDFE][$fishtalk = "old"; $fishetalk = "old"]]
<<endif>><<if $sexo eq "omni" or $sexo eq "andro" and $fishflirt eq "new">>[[I just wanna flirt|EWDFFlirt][$fishtalk = "old"; $fishflirt = "old"]]
<<endif>><<if $fishtalk eq "old">>[[Nothing, head back to dry land.|EWalk]]<<endif>><<set $epier = "done">>
"What makes you think the fish are any different out there?" You ask.
Mark turns his head to glance at you. You can't read his expression. "Oh, just a hunch." He says eventually. "Way I figure it this place is sort of like a ... controlled nature. Except they only control the parts they need to. The farms, the grasslands, the water here. I bet if you go out far enough nature is actin' like nature again. I just sorta figure." He says, reeling in yet another very large fish. He sighs at how easy it was, tosses it back, and casts his line again.
"Why don't you just take Willow's Ferry?" You nudge it with your foot where it floats.
"Won't move for me. I've tried." Mark says, sounding a bit frustrated.
You nod. Makes sense. She probably wouldn't just leave it there if it did.
What do you want to talk about next?
<<if $fishoceantalk eq "new">>[[The Ocean|EWDFO][$fishtalk = "old"; $fishoceantalk = "old"]]
<<endif>><<if $fishetalk eq "new">>[[Elysium|EWDFE][$fishtalk = "old"; $fishetalk = "old"]]
<<endif>><<if $sexo eq "omni" or $sexo eq "andro" and $fishflirt eq "new">>[[I just wanna flirt|EWDFFlirt][$fishtalk = "old"; $fishflirt = "old"]]
<<endif>><<if $fishtalk eq "old">>[[Nothing, head back to dry land.|EWalk]]<<endif>><<set $epier = "done">>
"So how do you like it here?" You ask with a tone like it's just small talk.
Mark turns and looks at you guardedly. Finally he grunts as if to say you aren't a threat and answers. "I don't."
You're expecting him to explain himself but he just sits there in silence so you follow up. "Why not? It seems nice enough."
"Yeah, that's the problem isn't it. It's just 'nice enough.'" He sighs and watches his fishing line start bobbing up an down. He makes no effort whatsoever to reel it in. "Nice enough to be boring. Nice enough to remind us we aren't alive and we aren't free." The fish on the line has swum right up to his toes and floats to the surface, staring at him, waiting to be caught. He glares at it with disgust and pulls it off of the hook, sending it back. "We're trapped here is what it is."
"So uh, I take it that means you aren't going to become an angel anytime soon?" You try to make light of the situation.
"Hell no!" He snorts. "If I wasn't so damn scared of the unbeliever's hells I'd have jumped into one by now. This may be too dull of a picnic <<print $girlboy>>, but at least it ain't what they do down there."
"And uh what do they do?"
"Whatever they want." He says sternly. "It's anarchy. No law. No safety. Nobody watching your back." Mark shakes his head. "I'd rather be bored than tortured and raped."
You nod slowly, not a pleasant thought but you understand where he is coming from.
<<if $fishoceantalk eq "new">>[[The Ocean|EWDFO][$fishtalk = "old"; $fishoceantalk = "old"]]
<<endif>><<if $fishetalk eq "new">>[[Elysium|EWDFE][$fishtalk = "old"; $fishetalk = "old"]]
<<endif>><<if $sexo eq "omni" or $sexo eq "andro" and $fishflirt eq "new">>[[I just wanna flirt|EWDFFlirt][$fishtalk = "old"; $fishflirt = "old"]]
<<endif>><<if $fishtalk eq "old">>[[Nothing, head back to dry land.|EWalk]]<<endif>><<set $epier = "done">>You're feeling flirtatious, and you can't quite help yourself. It's not that Mark is all that amazing looking or has such a sunny disposition, it's that you have a brand new body that you'd like to try some stuff out in. <<if $dysphoria eq "yes">>Even if your body doesn't exactly fit right.<<endif>>
"So," you say, stretching your arms out like a cat above you. "What do you guys do for fun around here?"
Mark grunts<<if $sex eq "female">>, although you notice his eyes looking at you sideways as you stretch,<<endif>> and mutters "There isn't much fun here. Not for folks like me."
"Well that's a shame." You say, practically purring as you turn your hips so that your torso is facing is. "Maybe we should do something about that?" You smile invitingly at him.
<<if $sex eq "male">>"Oh no." Mark says "Nuh uh, whoever sent you, tell 'em they're not getting rid of me that easily." He says it with such harshness that your happy thoughts are instantly ruined.
"Rid of you? I was just..." You stammer, confused.
"Oh I know, trying to bait me into fuckin' something that I shouldn't. You think I don't know they're trying to use that an excuse to kick me outta here? Nuh uh, not gonna happen beat it."
"But I..." You say, feeling hurt.
"I said BEAT IT!" Mark screams, turning to face you with such sudden rage that you by instinct scoot back. You get up on your feet again and walk away, feeling rather awkward about the whole thing.
<<set $FishermanMark = "nohomo">><<set $esinner += 1>>
[[Go Someplace Else|EWalk]]<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female">>"Well then..." Mark says, eyeing you up and down. "Looks like someone read her scroll to the letter. Why yes I will take your offer of bringing me joy." He grins. "First, why don't you hop up on that ferry and dance around a little for me?"
"That wasn't exactly what I..."
"Woman, do you want me reporting you?" Mark says, his apathetic demeanor suddenly turning very hostile.
"R-reporting?" You stammer.
"Women bring men joy. You aren't bringing me much joy right now. Get on this thing." He lifts his fishing pole out of the water and slaps Willow's ferry with it. "And shake that ass. Not that you got much of one." he smirks.
Reporting? He's ordering you around? What the hell!
[[Well alright...|EWDFFDance]]
[[No way.|EWDFFNope]]<<endif>>"I guess if that's how things are done here..." you say meekly, feeling the need to explain yourself.
"Hell yeah, the one thing I can agree with." Mark says, grinning at you lasciviously as you pull your legs up under you and walk over to the edge of the pier. You hop step onto Willow's ferry as it floats near the edge, it has become your little platform to dance on.
Feeling a bit foolish, you start to wiggle your hips back and forth, running your hands up and down your body and pulling your hair back into a ponytail just to do something with them as you move about. It's a bit awkward due to you not being familiar with your body and you not being entirely sure what you're doing, but Mark doesn't seem to mind. As he watches you his cock starts to tent in his jeans.
Soon he's got it out, and you see it is a good seven inches long although only an inch or two around. Without warning he lifts his foot up and brings it crashing down onto the corner of the Ferry between you and him.
You shriek as you are thrown off of it by the force he applies, falling into the water towards him<<if $clothes eq "cdress">> soaking your dress in the process<<endif>>. He catches you under your shoulders and spreads his legs letting your body dangle in the water off of the pier.
"Yes, right here should do it. Get to work girl." He says, bringing you down to his cock.
You feel...
[[Aroused|EWDFFDF]]
[[Scared|EWDFFDS]]"Hell. No." You say firmly, tucking your legs under your self you stand up and start to walk away.
"Woman get back here!" Mark shouts. "Oh damn you gonna be in trouble girl." He shakes his head and grins evilly. "Nice to see it happen to someone else for a change." He chuckles as you storm off.
[[Go someplace else|EWalk]]
<<set $FishermanMark = "refusedsex">><<set $esinner += 1>>You can't explain it. Something about this world, or maybe this body, or maybe this situation, is turning you on. A lot.
"You got it." You purr happily, giving him bedroom eyes for a moment before you open your mouth and start to lick his cock all over. It takes rather good, completely clean, and with a sort of chocolatey flavor that encourages you to lick more and more.
"Oh damn girl you really gonna fit in here." Mark moans closing his eyes. He drops his fishing pole entirely and it floats off into the ocean, he doesn't seem to care as he leans back and supports himself on the pier as you blow him.
You aren't sure where the skills come from. Did you do this a lot in your old life? Is it just muscle memory from this body? Does everyone here know how to do this? You have no idea and in the moment all that matters is getting it done. You take his cock in your mouth, almost shocked at how easily it slides down your tight wet throat, and start really blowing him.
Within a few moments he is gasping, praising you out loud as he screams and his face contorts in an orgasm. You suck and suck and...nothing happens. It just starts shrinking after shaking a little. You are almost a little disappointed that that was it.
"Damn girl." He says, stroking your wet hair. "You know how to make a man feel alive."
You bask in his praise as he holds you between his legs, you tread water until he helps you out of the sea. "You should probably head back before someone gets jealous." He says, looking around for his pole.
"Sure." You say with an easy grin, impishly deciding to give him a kiss on the cheek. You wave at him as you strut off, feeling rather happy with what just happened despite the odd circumstances it occurred in.
By the time you reach the end of the pier you<<if $clothes eq "cdress">>r hair and dress<<endif>> are completely dry. It's like living in a movie.
[[Where to go next...|EWalk]]
<<set $FishermanMark = "happybj">><<set $eobedience += 1>>This is all too much. You stare up at him with fear in your eyes. "Please..." You start to beg, but he just laughs.
"No way new girl." He says. "You got this comin, open wide." You are too scared to disobey. You open your mouth and he guides your head onto his cock.
You find it surprisingly easy to handle. Maybe its due to the fact that he's not that girthy, but even most of the length of his long cock slides into your throat fairly easily. Is your body built for this? There's a disturbing thought...
Mark doesn't seem to care that you don't have much heart in sucking him off. He pulls your head back and forth on his cock and thrusts his hips haphazardly past your lips, more facefucking you than getting sucked off. He moans guttural praise to your cocksucking skills as you bucks harder and higher and nearly throws you off. You brace yourself for a load hitting your throat.
But nothing happens. Mark just sighs and relaxes and eases up his grip on your head. "Good girl." He says contentedly. "Now get the fuck out of here."
You don't need to be told twice. You scramble up out of the water and onto the pier, racing down it as fast as you can.
By the time you reach the end, you<<if $clothes eq "cdress">>r hair and dress<<endif>> are totally dry. It's like Hollywood.
Feeling a bit shaken you wonder [[where to go next|EWalk]]
<<set $FishermanMark = "faceraped">><<set $eobedience += 1>>You walk into the tower and up the cool marble stairs. They ascend the tower in a clockwise pattern and before you know if you have reached the belfry. There was nothing between the ground floor and the top but a lot of windy stairs.
Standing in the tower you see nothing but a large silver bell suspended from a piece of marble by a thick leather strap. A silver clanger hangs within the bell. You see a rope extending from the top of the bell along the marble hanger and through a hook on the far side of the wall above you, you turn around and see the end of the rope dangling next to you. This must be what you pull to ring the bell.
You look out at the very nice view you have. You see a total of about a dozen little marble houses that match yours. You don't see anything grander where Cladius might live. Off in the distance along the shore of the sea you see another little village with a tower both up and down the coast from here. Each has their own little dock too. You wonder if each has their own version of Willow bringing in lost souls from Limbo.
[[Ring the Bell|EBell]]
[[Head Out|EHomeNight]]
<<set $ebtower = "done">>
You pull on the cord. It doesn't budge. You pull again as hard as you can. It still won't budge. You can't tell if you simply aren't strong enough or if there is something else preventing you from ringing the bell.
A bit annoyed at that, you [[head back down.|EHomeNight]]
<<set $ebell = 1>>You take a deep breath, get a running start, and race off the edge of the cliff. You propel yourself into the air at the last moment, sending yourself into a freefall.
It seems to last longer than it should. Maybe you don't fall quite as fast as you used to. Maybe gravity is on your side here. Maybe it's just so much fun you don't notice.
You feel like you're flying. It feels wonderful. You realize you were made for this, you need to be in the air, you need to ...
And then with a light, almost polite little landing you are underwater. You slip into the colorful ocean like you're ducking between curtains, your slender body cutting through the water like a knife until you gently land on the bottom. You feel soft sand under your feet and open your eyes. You see the sun shining through the blue water.
You don't truly //need// to breathe you realize. But it is very uncomfortable not to, your brain signalling that you should be suffocating as you linger underwater. You also can't breathe the water without choking, so you kick your legs and propel yourself to the surface.
You break it easily and take a deep gasping breath, feeling the air fill your lings is incredibly refreshing. You swim to the shore and pull yourself out, shaking off the water<<if $clothes eq "none">> <<else>> wondering briefly how you'll ever get your clothes dry <<endif>>as you go.
You reach the edge of the cave and glance inside. You look around, half expecting there to be some sort of rule posted about going on, but there is nothing.
[[Head inside|EWExploreCave]]
The floor of the cave is dry. The tunnel runs slightly upwards through the shore cliffs. You don't see much in the way of living things. No bats. No bugs. Nothing.
You do see quite a lot of crystals jutting out of the walls, almost asking to be chipped off or dug out. There doesn't seem to be much rhyme or reason to what sort of crystals appear, all colors and dimensions are everywhere, in a fashion that would be completely unnattural to your memory.
Having learned the crystals are a focus for magical energy, you feel as though you've stumbled on something potentially quite cool. You idly wonder what you could do with crystals several times larger than the ones in your little hut.
You are caught up in that thought as you round the corner and nearly scream as you almost run right into someone.
The two of you start and jump back at the same time, hands moving to your mouths to hold back gasps simaultaneously.
It's Kira. Her bright, unmistakeable eyes hold a startled look, and those horns are hard to miss. She is wearing a loose white sleeveless dress that hangs about her frame doing very little to disguise it. You can make out the gentle curves of her large breasts under the thin material of her dress. Further down you see the unmistakeable bulge of her cock creating a dent in the fabric.
"<<print $name>> you scared me!" She says. "I didn't realize anyone else knew about this place.
"They probably dont if you haven't seen them here. I just found it myself."
"So you aren't here to take it away?", says Kira.
"Take what away?" Her eyes widen as she realizes you truly don't know what this place is.
"Oh you have to see. You have to see!" She says enthusiastically. She reaches out and grabs your hand and drags you deeper into the cave.
You find her more amusing than threatening. You [[run along with her to her secret.|CrystalPool]]
Kira's secret turns out to be a chamber rather deep in the cave. By the time you reach it only a few small sunbeams remain of the once bright light. It reflects off of the colored gems in the walls, making everything shine light it was illuminated by christmas lights.
In the middle of the chamber is a pool of water. The pool itself is formed from several very large crystals. The water in it is trembling constantly, even though nothing moves around it.
"The water must have caught here the last time they let it rain." She says with a smile. "It's trapped in this pool by the crystals. And its is very, very charged. Watch."
She picks up a greenish crystal from the floor and moves it in a circular pattern across the water. It starts to swirl on its own accord. As you stare in your reflection vanishes and is replaced by an image of a desert landscape where primitive warriors are clashing with each other, fighting savagely and screaming with pain and triumph as they land deadly blows.
"What...what is it?" You ask, leaning over it, transfixed.
"I don't quite know yet. But if you touch it, you'll live it out."
"I'll what?" You pull back quickly.
"You'll go be one of them. I can't quite explain it, it's like, some sort of mind swapping magic. Well, not really swapping, more like riding along with. You don't take over, you just do what they would have done, and then after awhile when the water is still again you get pulled back here. Or when they ring that stupid bell loud enough." She rolls her eyes in annoyance.
"Why does it do that?" You ask, enthralled.
"I think the water isn't as clean as they're telling us." Kira says, grinning conspiratorially at you. "I think traces of Limbo are seeping in, and old memories of other people's lives are being trapped in here by these crystals. I bet it's got something to do with how the Lantern Bearers open the gate out in the ocean to get to Limbo." She strokes her chin, musing.
She suddenly grabs your shoulders and stands face to face with you, urgency in her eyes. "You cannot. Tell. A Soul." She says desperately. "They'll take it away. I know they will. You have to promise, please?"
You nod, more to appease her than anything else. She sighs in relief. "Thank you!" She says happily, and then the next thing you know she has thrown her arms around you and is hugging you tight. "It will be our secret okay?" She smiles. "And this way we can keep watch on each other and make sure we come back! Oh there are so many memories we can explore!" She embraces you tighter. <<if $Katy eq "notnow">>"I know we didn't really get off on the right foot earlier, but I can already tell we're going to be the best of friends!"<<endif>><<if $Katy eq "blueballs">>"I know we didn't really get off on the right foot earlier, but I can already tell we're going to be the best of friends!"<<endif>><<if $Katy eq "buddies">>"I just know we're going to be best buddies!"<<endif>><<if $Katy eq "fuckbuddy">>"Oh we're going to have so much more //fun// together..." She practically purrs as she turns her head to give you a wet kiss on the cheek.<<endif>><<if $Katy eq "buttbuddy">>"Oh we're going to have so much more //fun// together..." She practically purrs as she turns her head to give you a wet kiss on the cheek.<<endif>>
You're a bit too nervous to start right now, not quite used to this world before you go plummeting into other ones. You explain this to Kira and she accepts it gratefully enough, although you can tell she is let down.
After once more assuring her that you won't be telling her secret, you [[make the long swim back to the docks and into the village again.|EHomeNight]]
<<set $KiraCave = "found">>
"Hello?" You call out, not wanting to be rude and just barge in or shove the curtain aside.
"Come in!" A rather relaxed female voice calls out.
You push aside the curtain and walk in. "Hi I'm...." And then you stop.
The entire middle area of this place has been turned into a white marble hot tub. It is bubbling with steam as you see the resident of this place relaxing in it, facing you.
She has long dark hair, expressive eyes, and darkly tanned skintone, almost with a hint of red to it. A pair of antelope like horns has sprouted from her forehead. She is wearing very heavy makeup that doesn't look like it has smeared at all in the steam. Is it part of her skin?
Her body is somewhat obscured by the bubbling water, but judging from the top swell of her breasts which you can see she is very stacked.
"I..." you stammer. A million thoughts hit your head. Arousal (she's gorgeous), Jealousy (how did she get a hot tub?!?), Confusion (where did the rest of her stuff go?) and apprehension (she's rather...devilish...).
"Oh you must be new!" She says, smiling happily at you. "I'm Kira! Come in, let's get to know each other."
"Er, I'm <<print $name>> and uh I, I am in." You stammer.
"No I mean come in here silly." She laughs, beckoning you to join her in the hot tub.
[[Oh, well yes, obviously I'm doing that!|EKatyHotTubIn]]
[[Oh, uh, I just remembered I uh...|EKatyHotTubBackOff]]"Hello?" You call out, not wanting to be rude and just barge in or shove the curtain aside.
"Who's there?" You hear a voice call out, although it sounds a bit quiet.
"Uh, I'm <<print $name>> you call out. I'm new I was just saying hi."
"Oh, hey! Come around back!" The voice yells, you understand why it sounded quiet.
You walk around the back of the house and as you round the corner your jaw nearly drops. In the field behind the little marble hut is standing the most beautifully sculpted, handsome-faced man you can recall ever seeing. His naked body is glistening with sweat making him look every bit the bronze god as he lifts a rather large circular stone over his head and counts out loud, then squats down and sets if there. Your eyes can't quite help stare at his beautiful, massive cock.
He exhales audibly and wipes the sweat from his brow. "How are you new neighbor. I'm Kurt!" He says with a happy wave. "Sorry about this," he motions to the sweat on his face as he grabs a towel and starts drying off, "It takes a lot to get these bodies to sweat and I really miss it." He exhales audibly again.
You try to find your voice. You've never been this close to a veritable Adonis before.
Kurt notices your nervousness. <<if $sex eq "male">>"Hey man, no need to be shy." He laughs, "I remember when I first got here I felt like such a pipsqueak I hid in my house doing pushups every minute we weren't working." He laughs easily. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, we all start somewhere." You nod dumbly, not quite having the nerve to tell him he's misinterpreted why you're staring. "You wanna try a few reps, with some of the lighter ones I mean?" <<endif>><<if $sex eq "female">>"Like what you see little lady?" He grins and then strikes a few muscle model poses in a self-depricating manner. "There should be some lemonade inside, why don't you go grab it and bring it out and we can get to know each other like neighbors, alright?" He winks at you and starts to rearrange his stones in manner that looks like he's putting up his weights.<<endif>>
[[Hey sure, why not|EWFKurtStay]]
[[I was just saying hi, can't stay!|EKurtbye][$EKurt ="bye"]]"Hello?" You call out, not wanting to be rude and just barge in or shove the curtain aside.
"Why hello there!" A happy female voice responds, but not from the house, from behind you. You turn around to see who spoke, and your jaw almost drops.
Walking up behind you is one of the most mind bogglingly beautiful women you've ever seen. Her skin is a beautiful bronze shade. She is built like a classic pin up model hourglass, big cuves to slenderness to big curves in all the right places. She is wearing a very tight white dress <<if $clothes eq "cdress">>that looks a lot like yours<<endif>> with an very low neckline, short sleeves, and a very high hem. Her spectacular breasts and the tight little dress are giving her some cleavage that you have a hard time not staring at. On her fee she is wearing wedge heeled sandals that have to be at least five inches. Her face is made up very beautifully and her honey blonde hair is braided into one thick braid that falls down in front of her shoulder.
She is carrying a large basket filled with various herbs, flowers, and other carefully arranged plants.
"Are you new? You must be new." She says with a very friendly tone. "You can call me Kris" She extends a hand, palm down, "And it is just so nice to meet you." You take her hand. <<if $sex eq "male">>She lets her hand linger in yours expectantly, hoping that you are judging this right you bring it up your lips and kiss the back of her hand. This makes her beam with joy as you let her hand go.<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female">>As you hold your hand in hers, she has positioned it so that you are mimicking her limp wristed greeting, she leans in and kisses you warmly on the cheek in a disappointly platonic manner.<<endif>>
"<<print $name>>." You say by way of introduction.
Before you can say anything else she continues. <<if $sex eq "male">>"I bet you're hungry, come on in I'll fix you something right up."<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female">>"Well aren't you just the cutest little thing? I bet you'll dazzle the boys when you fill in." She says, smiling like its a compliment, which just makes your heart ache as you realize she's talking to you like a girlfriend, not a potential partner.<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "cdress">>"And I just love that dress." She gushes, holding your hand out so that she can get a look at it. "My gosh don't tell me you made that on your very own on your very first day here?" She lays on the compliments that bring you smile back very quickly.<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female">> "Come on in and help me get all these sorted." She smiles at her basket of herbs and flowers and walks into her house, beckoning for you to follow.<<endif>>
<<if $sex eq "female">>[[Sounds good!|EWFKrisIn]]<<endif>><<if $sex eq "male">>[[Sounds good|EWFKrisBang]]<<endif>>
[[Actually I was just saying hi...|EWFKrisBackoff]]"Oh fantastic, I knew we were going to be friends, get that cute butt inside." Kris says happily.
You walk inside Kris's house. The interior is a lot more decorated than yours. There are two comfy chairs around her marble table, her bed looks larger than yours, and there are a number of candles on various shelves and ledges. Fragrant herbs hang from the ceiling and flower arrangements are in vases all over the place.
Kris stops you before you can sit down. "Now darling we gotta do something about your clothes." She says primly. <<if $clothes eq "none">>"Meaning the fact that you aren't wearing any."<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "cdress">>"That's real cute and all but let's get you in something a little more sexy, okay?"<<endif>> She smiles at you. "Now come over here." She takes your hand and leads you into the light coming from one of her windows.
She picks up a few crystals from her shelf and regards you carefully. "Well, it ain't much to work with yet, but let's see..." She holds out one of the crystals and moves it over your skin.
As she does some clothing starts to appear. You feel it forming out of nothing, clinging to your skin, and staying as she finishes up. It is a bit surreal but not too alarming.
When Kris is done you glance yourself over. You are now wearing a little black dress with a white lace fringe and a pattern that almost looks like an apron over the front of it. It looks suspiciously like a maid's dress, but is just classy looking enough that it might not be (you tell yourself). It comes down to barely below your ass and hugs your lack of curves tightly, showing off your smooth legs to the world.
"Now there, that's better." She says with a happy smile. "I'd give you some makeup too but I don't think I can handle that light blue color. Once you come in a little more maybe." She grins. "Now, sit down let's get to work."<<set $clothes = "maid">>
She sets her basket on the table and motions for you to sit on the arm of her chair. You obey. She smiles at your submissive response.
"Now you're doin' real good so far." She says as the two of you start to sort the herbs and flowers. "But I may as well come out and say it. I'm the queen bee around here, I got Cladius wrapped around my finger, I got all the men here wrapped up like that in fact, and they all believe everything I say. You don't do what I tell you, I'll get you tossed down in some devil pit so fast it will back your little ditzy head spin."
"I'm gonna get called up any day now. And I can't have any trouble or they'll hold off on calling up anyone. So that means you're cute and perky and here for the boys like that scroll says, you got it?"
You nod quickly. You aren't sure if you're really agreeing or not, but you're not about to fight her.
"Good." She says. "Make sure you wear that dress around, I think it will make you popular." She runs a hand up your leg. "I meant what I said though, when you fill out, damn, you'll be the next me if you're lucky." She obviously thinks this is high praise.
[[Sort herbs and flowers with your new "friend"|EKrisSubbie2]]<<set $Kris = "maid">>"How could I say no?" You say with a grin. You hold the curtain open for her. She gives you a smile that could light up a room and wiggles her hips past you to step inside.
You walk inside Kris's house. The interior is a lot more decorated than yours. There are two comfy chairs around her marble table, her bed looks larger than yours, and there are a number of candles on various shelves and ledges. Fragrant herbs hang from the ceiling and flower arrangements are in vases all over the place.
She sets the basket of herbs and flowers down and picks up one of her crystals. "Please sit down." You take her invitation and sit down in one of her chairs, your eyes never leaving her curvaceous figure as she walks around the table.
Kris closes her eyes and moves the crystal in practiced motions. As she does so a plate full of steaming hot food appears in front of you. It is a mixture of meats that look familiar and vegetables that don't. It smells wonderful. You realize you haven't eaten. Ever.
Without thinking you dig in. It tastes incredible. You tell your hostess as much.
"Why thanks darling." She says. She perches herself on the arm of your chair and runs her hands through your hair as you eat. "It's my pleasure."
You wolf it all down. As you finish the plate vanishes.
[[Pull Kris into your lap|EWFBB]]
[[Talk to Her|EWFBN]]"Oh well I can't really I just..." you begin, making an excuse.
<<if $sex eq "male">>"Oh that's totally okay sugar." Kris says. "You just stop by anytime you need anything. Anything at all." She says with a friendly smile and then moves past you into her house.
She brushes up against you in a rather blatant manner as she passes you, and you can feel the curves of her flesh softly rubbing your body. Your cock can't help but get hard at the contact and the thought of her.
You wait until that little problem goes away and then [[head home|EHomeNight][$EKris = "notnow"]]<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female">>The next thing you know Kris has stepped forward and is glaring down the very slight difference in height that she can at you.
"Now listen here missy." She says firmly, her sweet smile unchanged. "I said you're helping me, you're helping me. Now get inside before I spank that flat ass raw." She speaks quietly, as if not wanting to make a scene.
Well fuck that was a quick change in attitude!
[[Uh, yes ma'am|EKrisSubbie]]
[[Fuck you, no way.|EKrisSpanked]]<<endif>>Impulsively, testing your boundaries, you put your arms around Kris's slim waist and pull her into your lap. At first she doesn't budge an inch. She's apparently much stronger than she looks. After a very brief hesitation she lets out a giggle and your next pull sends her tumbling into your lap.
"Oh, so friendly, I like it." She giggles again, positioning herself so that she is straddling you in the chair, thighs squeezing yours and incredible breasts right in your face. "You wanna get really friendly now?"
You nod. You are still having a hard time beleiving your luck here. <<if $clothes eq "cpants">>Kris undoes the loop around your pants and has them tugged down enough to let your cock free in no time.<<endif>> Kris then reaches down and grabs the bottom of her dress and peels it off over her head. Her body is even more amazing free of confinement, your cock is rock hard just looking at it so close.
Kris giggles again and kisses you deeply. You kiss back, hands going straight for those tits. They're the perfect meeting of soft and firm, squeezable and bouncy yet round and perky. She moves in your hands and up against your body perfectly. And then she is lowering herself onto your hard cock.
Her pussy is amazing. It squeezes itself tight around your cock, barely just barely loose enough to let you in. It's wet and hot and everything you could want. She starts to ride your cock next, not breaking off the kiss until she's bouncing on your dick hard. She tosses her hair back, arches her back and scream with joy as you just try to keep up.
It seems like it lasts forever. You are sure a mortal cock would have cum a dozen times by the time you finally do, and that you've reached levels of orgasmic joy mortals simply don't know.
You can't help it, you pass out instantly. The drain on your body was just too much.
When you come to <<if $clothes eq "cpants">>your clothes are back on and <<endif>>you're still in the chair. You see Kris is working on something with her herbs, not a hair out of place as if nothing just happened. She turns and sees you stirring.
"Oh welcome back <<print $name>>." She says with a grin. "Sorry about that, I forget new bodies can't quite handle me sometimes. But I'm sure once you grow a little you'll be giving me a hard time, right?" She grins.
You stand up, still feeling tired and wanting to get home. Kris puts a small basket in your hands. It is filled with cookies and flowers. "Just a welcome to the neighborhood present." She says sweetly. She kisses you one last time and you head out the door.
You return to your house with the cookies and [[prepare for bed|EHomeNight]]<<set $EKris = "fucked">><<set $eobedience += 1>><<set $evalor += 1>>"So how'd you learn to do that?" You ask.
"Oh it just sort of came to me. The crystals are like that. I must have been a cook in my past life. Or maybe just a mom." She shrugs. "You'll find something you're good at making too I bet."
"Oh!" She says as if remembering. "Where are my manners? Let me welcome you like a lady of paradise should!" She slides off of the arm of the chair to a kneeling position between your legs.
You are too stunned to say anything as she runs her hands up your thighs and smiles up into your eyes. <<if $clothes eq "cpants">>She undoes the loop holding your pants tight and pulls them down enough to let your cock spring free.<<endif>>
"Very nice." She says, gazing at your cock as her hands slide up to it. "You'll do just fine as a man, I can tell." And without further delay, she starts to suck you off.
It's so sudden you can't believe your luck. What did you do to earn this? You stop caring after a few seconds and just relax and enjoy it. She's incredible, she spits on it, blows on it, licks it, rubs it, god, she knows every trick in the book. Your hips are practically spasming by the time she is done.
Your orgasm rocks you hard, and you feel a tinge of regret for the mess you're about to make...except none comes. As the feeling fades and your cock softens, you realize nothing came out.
"Angel boys don't make much of a mess." Kris says, giving your cock a friendly kiss. "Lucky for us girls I suppose." She gives you a wink.
Your head is spinning. That feeling drained you quite a deal.
"Oh, did I wear you out?" Kris says, smiling at you. "Well why don't you run on home and rest." She kisses your cheek as you [[walk on shaky legs out the door.|EHomeNight]]<<set $EKris = "blowjob">>You try to get the look of shock off your face. "I uh, oh no I wasn't going to leave." You say quickly. "Sorry I meant I uh, I'm staying of course I'll help you." You adopt a smile on your face that matches hers, and you realize hers must be as fake as yours is.
"Oh fantastic, I knew we were going to be friends, get that cute butt inside." Kris says happily.
You walk inside Kris's house. The interior is a lot more decorated than yours. There are two comfy chairs around her marble table, her bed looks larger than yours, and there are a number of candles on various shelves and ledges. Fragrant herbs hang from the ceiling and flower arrangements are in vases all over the place.
Kris stops you before you can sit down. "Now darling we gotta do something about your clothes." She says primly. <<if $clothes eq "none">>"Meaning the fact that you aren't wearing any."<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "cdress">>"That's real cute and all but let's get you in something a little more sexy, okay?"<<endif>> She smiles at you. "Now come over here." She takes your hand and leads you into the light coming from one of her windows.
She picks up a few crystals from her shelf and regards you carefully. "Well, it ain't much to work with yet, but let's see..." She holds out one of the crystals and moves it over your skin.
As she does some clothing starts to appear. You feel it forming out of nothing, clinging to your skin, and staying as she finishes up. It is a bit surreal but not too alarming.
When Kris is done you glance yourself over. You are now wearing a little black dress with a white lace fringe and a pattern that almost looks like an apron over the front of it. It looks suspiciously like a maid's dress. It comes down to barely below your ass and hugs your lack of curves tightly, showing off your smooth legs to the world.
"Now there, that's better." She says with a happy smile. "I'd give you some makeup too but I don't think I can handle that light blue color. Once you come in a little more maybe." She grins. "Now, sit down let's get to work."<<set $clothes = "maid">>
She sets her basket on the table and motions for you to sit on the arm of her chair. You obey meekly. She smiles at your submissive response.
"Now you're doin' a lot better." She says as the two of you start to sort the herbs and flowers. "I think you've already picked up lesson number one. I'm the queen bee around here, that's kinda the bad news for little runts like you. The good news is, I'm going to be called up soon." She glances up to the sky, as if she can see paradise through the marble. "Anytime now really." She glances back down. "But until then, you better not be making any trouble that might make Cladius think I'm not ready. That means I want you cute and perky at all times and ready to whatever the boys want, you got it?"
You nod. You aren't sure if you're really agreeing or not, but you're not about to fight her.
"Good." She says. "Make sure you wear that dress around, I think it will make you popular." She runs a hand up your leg. "I meant what I said though, when you fill out, damn, you'll be the next me if you're lucky." She obviously thinks this is high praise.
[[Sort herbs and flowers with your new "friend"|EKrisSubbie2]]<<set $Kris = "maid">><<set $eobedience += 1>>"Who the fuck do you think you are?" You stammer, stepping back away from her. "Absolutely not. Fuck off."
She moves so quickly you would have missed it if you blinked. One moment you are face to face with her, the next you are shoved inside of her house with a power much greater than her body should have. You hit her marble table, knocking over a vase filled with flowers.
Kris is in right after you, shoving your face into the table and holding you there bent over. "Who am I?!?!?" She hisses, almost a stage whisper. "I'm the queen of this goddamn place, you better remember that you little bitch."
<<if $clothes eq "cdress">>Your dress is hiked up in one quick motion and the next you thing you know s<<else>>S<<endif>>he quickly begins to spank your exposed ass.
Each time her hand lands it lands with enough force to nearly knock the entire stone table over. The force of the spanking goes through your entire body making you scream with shock and pain. You don't feel nearly as much pain as your mortal body would, but then again being spanked this hard in your old body would have shattered your pelvis.
"Who am I?" She spanks you again. "Who am I bitch?" All of your efforts to wriggle out are for naught.
"You're the queen!!" You gasp finally. "The queen!"
"Are you gonna do what I say?" She snarls into your ear, bending over you. You can feel her breasts against your back and her soft legs up against yours.
"Yes, yes." You stammer.
"Good. Now pick up the fucking flowers." She lets go of you and steps back.
Pain is still shooting through your ass as you bend down to pick up the flowers that you knocked over. The vase did not shatter thankfully, and you arrange them back in it and put it back on the table.
"Good girl." She says smiling at you. "Now run home and cry about this."
Your cheeks are burning as you step out of her house and are very tempted to do exactly that.
[[Get out of here|EHomeNight]]<<set $EKris = "spanked">><<set $esinner += 1>>
As Kris relaxes she starts to gossip. And she keeps gossiping. And gossipping. And gossipping.
Cladius is just as much of a perv as Willow implied, apparently. Kris recommends that you grow breasts are large as possible and get used to sucking cock if you want him in your good graces. She also mentions Kurt who she is sure will be called up soon too and how good looking and fun in bed he is. She doesn't seem to be too terribly impressed with anyone else around here, although she does pause to trash-talk a girl named Kira.
Apparently Kira had the audacity to grow a cock. How exactly she managed it they aren't quite sure, but she's not ashamed at all of it and keeps trying to flaunt it. Kris obviously disapproves, and is worried that Kira will cause problems and cost her her call up. <<if $gid eq "man">>You can't help but think if someone else in a female body managed to grow one, can you?<<endif>>
She makes it very, very clear that she isn't going to be getting it on with any girls. Not only does she claim to not be into that, she doesn't want to break any of the Maker's laws. She gushes about how much she looks forward to being taken care of and protected in Paradise.
By the end of it all you're a lot more relaxed. The threats have stopped now that you are following her rules.
"So what about you sugar, what's your story?" She finally asks.
[[Tell Her You Don't Remember Much|EKrisSubbie3]]
"Most of us don't sweetie." Kris says, seeming rather sympathetic as she rubs her arm on your shoulder.
"I have little bits and pieces but.." you hold up a hand and then let it fall.
"Same here. I just try to forget it all now." Kris says with a shrug. "Can't go back you know? I just hope my family remembers me." She stares into a lit candle as if thinking. She seems to have lost interest in you for the time being.
She sits there in silence for a moment, and then suddenly seems to snap out of it, back to her fakely cheery self. "So uh, yeah, thanks for stoppin by and helping me out darling." She says standing up, clearly your signal to leave. "Can't wait to see you around and introduce you to some of the boys." She winks at you and walks you to the door.
[[Take the chance to leave|EHomeNight]]You <<if $clothes eq "none">><<else>>slip off your clothes and <<endif>>slide into the hot tub. Kira beckons you over to her and you smile and move to be next to her.
As you get closer you see something distinctly not girly between her legs. In fact, as you get closer through the moving water you see it is actually a rather big cock.
Kira sees your eyes get big and grins. "Notice I'm not quite like the others huh?" She smiles. "It's okay, I won't bite." You snuggle up to her, not really that worried about a cock.
"So uh, how'd you end up like that?" You nod down to her cock as she puts an arm around your shoulders.
"Oh I just really wanted it. Belief is power up here babe." She says, running her other hand across your chest. "Whatever you want, you can have. That's how I got this hot tub, and this cock."
"And everyone here is okay with that?" The scroll seemed rather rigid about gender roles.
Kira laughs. "Oh gods no, they're gonna kick me out any day now." There is no small amount of fear in her voice as she says that, but also a tone of acceptance. "Every day Cladius is threatening me with something or other. So uh, that means your time to play with my cock is really limited." She says with a mocking tone suggesting she's totally concerned for you, but obviously completely with ulterior motive.
[[Laugh and play with it|KatyFuck]]
[[No thanks|KatyNothanks][$EKaty = "buddies"]]"Oh well I can't right now I uh..." you look about for an excuse.
"Oh it's fine." Kira says, seeming to deflate a little. "Nobody else wants to hang around me either it seems like." She sighs. "Maybe some other time." She plays with the water in a sort of sad way as you [[turn and walk back.|EHomeNight][$EKaty = "notnow"]]
Unless that sad display makes you feel sorry for her and you [[decide to stay after all|EKatySorry][$Katy = "buddies"]]"Hey I didn't mean it like that." You say, feeling sorry for the poor girl. "I'll stay around if it's ok?"
"Great, pity hangouts." Kira sighs. She leans forward in the hot tub and puts her arms on the edge closest to you, leaning on them as she regards you. "What the hell, come in."
You <<if $clothes eq "none">><<else>>take out off your clothes and <<endif>>step towards the hot tub. Kira's eyes flick up and down as she checks you out. She doesn't seem greatly like or dislike what she sees.
You step into the hot tub. The water feels wonderful, just warm enough to really relax you. "This is really nice." You say. "How did you get this?"
"Oh I made it." She nods to her crystals. "This and sex toys seems to be about all I can do." She doesn't seem to have any shame about discussing such things with a near stranger.
You give her an amused smile. "So why is everyone else mean to you?"
"Oh because of my cock." She says simply, leaning back. You do a double take, and then your eyes slowly trail down. Sure enough, between her legs, standing at about half attention is a big thick cock and a heavy set of balls.
"How..." You begin.
"Oh I grew it." She sounds very proud of herself. "I could sense the angels kept trying to push me to be some perfect doll so I just willed it and it started growing. You like it?"
"It's not bad." You say with a smile.
"Wanna touch it?"
[[Sure!|KatyFuck]]
[[Nah.|KatyNothanks]]
"Well alright." You say with a smile. Kira leans back and grins, spreading her arms as you lean in and take her cock in your hands. It's rather big in your little digits and it feels almost rock hard, just a little squishy.
"Ooooh you've got a soft touch." Kira says, squirming a little. "More please!"
You grin and oblige, slowly moving your hands up and down it. It's a very big cock <<if $sex eq "male">>much bigger than yours, <<endif>> and it feels rather nice in your hands.
"Mmmmm we're gonna get along great you and me." Kira says happily, wiggling her hips just a little. "Keep that up!"
[[Sure thing babe. Jerk her off|KatyHandjob]]
<<if $sex eq "female">>[[Ride it|Katyvagfuck]]
<<endif>><<if $sex eq "male">>[[Tell her you have a better idea...|KatyBoyFuck]]<<endif>>
She shrugs. "Your loss." She strokes her cock as if to make sure it knows everything is okay. "Oh, you want some cookies?"
"By cookies you mean...?"
"Actual cookies. They're not as good as Kris's but I can make some okay ones." She stands up, her cock bobbing distractingly and reaches towards what is left of her table and rearranges some crystals quickly. When she turns around she is holding a tray with floaters attached. She sets it down in the hot tub and nudges it to float to you.
There are a selection of cookies on it. You take one and nibble. It's quite delicious! "These are so good! Really! What makes you think they're bad?"
"Oh, just because Kris is the resident Ms. Perfect." Kira mutters bitterly. "She swallows this serve men crap as quickly as she swallows their cocks. Cladius is always telling me be more like her."
The rest of your time with Kira is spent eating cookies, chillilng in her hot tub, and hearing her complain about how the locals keep trying to push her out. She seems afraid of what awaits her in the unbelievers hells, but also somewhat resigned to the fact that she's going to be shoved out of Elysium eventually.
Eventually the conversation winds down. With a friendly hug you say goodbye to Kira and [[head out|EHomeNight]]You can't help but be a little charmed and you figure it's no big deal, so you start to move both of your hands up and down her cock. Kira purrs and moans appreciatively. She is very expressive, grabbing onto the sides of the hot tub to control herself as your tender hands make her write with joy.
After screaming her happiness and moaning your name time and time again, after what seems like a very long time, her hips start bucking. You brace yourself for impact but nothing comes out. She definitely orgasms though, as she is grinning happily and her cock starts shrinking in your hands.
After Kira's eyes flicker back open she sees your confusion. "No mess up here." She says happily. "Angels are quite tidy that way. C'mere." She pulls you in for a very long, slow, appreciative kiss.
You feel your body pressing into hers. It feels very very right. The two of you cuddle up and kiss for awhile longer after your handjob.
"Maybe it won't be so bad here after all..." Kira says with a smile as she holds her head to yours, running her finger along your chin.
"I was just thinking the same thing." You admit.
"Mmmmm." Is all Kira says at first. Then she takes a deep breath. "You'd better get out of here before Cladius comes by and accuses you of making love to a fellow <<print $manwoman>>."
"But you're not entirely..."
"I know. They don't really get it though." She seems annoyed. "Trust me, it will be easier on you if they don't know we get along."
Not entirely sure how you feel about that, you [[head out|EHomeNight]]
<<set $EKaty = "fuckbuddy">>"Mmmm no." You say. Kira looks crestfallen. You have to struggle not to laugh at how sad she looks. "I think it belongs someplace else."
Kira's face brightens up again instantly. "Seriously?!?!" She asks, hyper excited again. "Awesome!!!"
"You're just incorrigble aren't you?" You grin.
"Kinda." She says sheepishly.
She doesn't pressure you at all, but is obviously very expectant. You grin as you stradle her, putting your hands on her shoulders to balance your slender body as you lower yourself on to her.
Your pussy is ready for her. Your new body doesn't need to get warmed up, you are happy to discover. You slide down her length and let out a shuddering moan as she fills you up perfectly.
"Ooooh yes." You both moan at the same time. Then you glance at each other and stifle a giggle.
"This is supposed to be more serious I think." Kira says, her smile showing she doesn't at all mind that it's not.
"Says who?" You purr, kissing her face as you start to ride her.
"Nobody I care about." She agrees, kissing you back and bucking her hips into you.
The water churns around you as your slender hips ride her thick cock. It feels fantastic inside of you and it doesn't take long before both of you are moaning and screaming with joy. You collapse onto her afterwards, and she wraps her arms around you and hugs you tight, showering you with kisses. After one more happy sigh she looks up at you and you can tell there's something bothering her.
"You should get out of here." She says finally. "They'll accuse you of loving a woman and try to toss you into one of the hells." She sighs. "We should keep this secret if you want to stick around."
Your protests fall on deaf ears. Feeling a bit unhappy about the ending, but still happily floating on a cloud of contentment from the wonderful sex you [[head out|EHomeNight]]
<<set $EKaty = "fuckbuddy">>
<<set $esinner += 1>>"I have a better idea." You say with a grin.
"Oh?" Kira says, perking up. "Does it still involve my cock?"
[[Yup. In my ass.|KatyBoyFucked]]
[[Nope, but it does involve mine and your ass.|KatyBoyFuckHer]]Kira's eyes light up like a little kid at Christmas. "Oh wow!!" She exclaims, leaping out of the water and hugging you tight. "Thank you thank you this is so incredible. Okay bend over!!!"
You can hardly resist, literally, as she bends you over the edge of the hot tub. She is much stronger than she looks. "Oh I hope you're r-" she doesn't finish her sentence before her big cock is halfway up your ass.
Your ass resists. It seems like it knows there is some law on it that this shouldn't be happening. It clenches without so much as a flex from you. You growl and try to relax. Kira has other ideas on how to defeat this. Brute force. She slams into it harder and harder and harder. Finally with a shout of pain she forces her way through your body's resistance and plunges her cock all the way up inside of you.
It feels wonderful. Incredible really. Kira's size and enthusiasm makes her a great fuck and she slams into your ass over and over and over until the both of you are panting and screaming with joy. You realize that neither of you actually shoot anything out of your cocks, even though you both certainly orgasm.
Kira lets you down gently as she slides out of your raw ass. Your hole gapes open slightly before returning to its normal size with a winking motion as you feel your muscles clench and relax. "Oh baby that was incredible. I'm so happy you let me do that. Nobody ever has before and I've been dreaming about it and..." She is still gushing praise as she cuddles you in the hot tub.
Your ass takes awhile to recover. Kira doesn't seem too terribly sorry about this.
When you finally are able to walk again Kira warns you. "Don't tell anyone about this. You know how they are about man on man sex here, and they always accuse me of being a man when I'm with a guy and a girl when I'm with a girl and if they ever hear what we did...oh man are they gonna be mad at us." She grins and smooches your nose. "So uh, better get out of here before anyone starts snooping around."
You nod, wincing briefly as your sore ass protests once more, and pull yourself out the the hot tub and [[head out|EHomeNight]].
<<set $EKaty = "buttbuddy">>
<<set $esinner += 1>>"How about we use my cock instead?" You grin at her.
Kira seems a bit disappointed. "But...but..." She glances down at her cock like a kid with a new she's being told she can't play with.
"My cock." You repeat.
"...no." Kira says raising her chin and looking you square in the eye.
[["Okay okay fine. I'll stick to my hands."|KatyHandjob]]
[["Well okay here's another idea... how about you sheath that cock inside me?"|KatyBoyFucked]]
[["Well no sex then!"|KatyPout]]"Fine!" Kira says, crossing her arms and sitting there pouting in silence.
[[Leave|EHomeNight]]
<<set $EKaty = "blueballs">>"Alright." You say with a smile. Any excuse to spend some more time around this Adonis is something you'll gladly take.
<<if $sex eq "female">>You walk into his house. It is quite Spartan, no more decorated than yours. You don't see any lemonade on the table. Or anywhere else. You're still wondering what exactly you're supposed to do when you hear Kurt walk in behind you.
"Hey I..." you start to explain. Before you can turn around you feel his hands wrap around you from behind and run up and down the front of your body.
[[Oooooh yes!|KurtFuck]]
[[Um, excuse me?|KurtStop]]<<endif>><<if $sex eq "male">>"Here try this one!" Kurt says, motioning towards a rather large rock. Not quite the size of the boulders he was lifting, but still pretty hefty. You look at it, it's definitely way too big for you to lift, but you aren't about to admit that.
"Alright." You walk over to it and bend down to lift it up. You feel Kurt walking behind you.
"Don't worry," he say, "I'll spot you!" He then moves directly behind you and puts his arms down around yours. He is very, very close and you can feel him rubbing againsg you including...is that his cock poking int your ass? It has to be. Hmmm.
"Alright, let's lift, one, two, threee!" Kurt counts and the two of you lift the rock together. It is almost entirely Kurt doing the lifting as the two of you move together. He is rather blatantly rubbing his cock up against your ass the two of you move.
[[Say something about it|KurtProtest]]
[[Just enjoy it|KurtWorkOut]]<<endif>>"Alright, don't be a stranger. Let me know if you ever want to <<if $sex eq "male">>work out or something.<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female">>hang out or something."<<endif>> He says happily as he waves good bye. <<if $sex eq "female">>You have the distinct impression he is staring at your ass as you walk away.<<endif>>
[[Head out|EWalk]]"Oooooh" You moan in his arms as he runs his big hands over your tiny little breasts and smooth skin.
"That's right babe, just gonna welcome you to paradise the right way." He grins. He spins you around so you are facing him. You can feel his enormous cock pushing into your stomach. "So uh, hello then."
Without another word he hooks his hands under your thighs and lits you up, <<if $clothes eq "cdress">>in a single deft motion he moves your panties aside and spreads your legs<<else>>spreading your legs<<endif>> just enough that he can bring you down right on his rock hard cock.
You are about to protest that there's no way you'll be able to take it, when to your surprisse your pussy lets it in perfectly on the first try. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head as you feel inch after inch of thick, meaty cock stuff you full. It's incredible. Everything you could have ever wanted in a cock rocking your world.
"Yeah girl, that's right." Kurt says with a grin seeing the look on your face. "You're gonna do just fine here." He leans you back so that you are lying on his table with your legs just off of the edge and starts to pound you like a jackhammer.
He brings you to the heights of joy so fast you can barely focus. It's incredible, a feeling of joy, pleasure, and fulfillment like you've never had before. He fucks you to your complete satisfaction and leaves you gasping for breath as you come down, your orgasm like nothing you've ever felt before.
"Oh my god." You gasp. "That was...that was..."
"Yeah I know it babe." Kurt says, obviously proud of himself. "And you know you weren't so bad yourself. Damn when your body grows in you'll be giving Kris a run for her money for sure."
"Who?" You ask, feeling something like jealously stirring inside you.
"Oh." Kurt's face seems to reflect that he knows he shouldn't have said that. "I uh, you know just a girl. No big deal. Well uh, look at the time, gotta get back to working out, wonderful to meet you." He pulls you to your feet, slaps your ass, and heads back outside.
Feeling a bit like you've been dismissed you [[head out|EWalk]]
<<set $EKurt = "fuckbuddy">><<set $eobedience += 1>>"Excuse me, what are you doing?" You ask, trying to squirm out of his grip.
"Oh don't worry babe." Kurt says as if realizing why you're confused. "I'm just gonna fuck you."
[[Oh, well alright then.|KurtFuck]]
[[Uh, no. You're not.|EKurtNo]]"Um, excuse me." You say, trying not to be too rude. "Your uh..." You glance down at his cock.
"Oh." Kurt says acting as if this is a complete shock. "Sorry dude, I've just gotten kinda casual about this since coming here. Nobody seems to ever complain. You don't mind do you? Nothing weird about it just two guys working out is all."
"You don't think it's a little uh..." you search for the right word.
"Sexual?" Kurt says far too quickly. "Absolutely not man! This is just dude stuff, that's all. If it was sexual that'd be all sorts of against the rules, so that's definitely not what I'm about man! We're just working out is all, you don't mind that do you?"
You can't really say that you do...
[[No, I don't mind|KurtWorkOut]]"Let's do another!" Kurt says, reaching around you once again. He repeats the same rep again and again, lifting up the stone with his arms around yours as the two of you work together. You establish a rhythm of bending over, feeling his cock on your ass as he pushes forward, and then straightening up and feeling it there when you finish.
The workout takes some time, your body is still fairly weak. But it feels rather nice to be held in Kurt's arms like this, and based on how hard his cock has gotten he doesn't mind it either, or rather he quite enjoys it.
When you're truly exhausted you let Kurt know and he steps back, rock hard cock pointed right at you. "Alright man, pretty good workout. Come by after you've had a rest and we can really get a good sweat on." He bends down and picks up a much larger rock and starts lifting it up.
Seeing as there is not much left to do here, you [[wander off|EWalk]]
<<set $EKurt = "workout">>"No?" Kurt blinks and pauses, you turn around to face him, he looks confused.
"Oh you wanna do it outside!" He says, as if suddenly realizing it. He grabs your hands and starts pulling you outside.
"No!" You say louder, slapping at his hand. He lets go and turns around, still puzzled.
"No? Huh? Oh!" He says, laughing. "Sorry, silly me, you want it in your ass. I should have asked my apologies. Just bend over."
"What?" You stammer. "No. I'm saying no."
"You can't say no." He says, more confused than threatening. "Woman must serve man, says so in the law, did you not read it?" He walks over to his scroll. "Here I have a copy..."
"Oh I've read it, and I'm saying no."
"I uh, I don't think you can do that." Kurt says, scratching his head.
"Well I am. Goodbye." You turn and walk out before he can grab you again.
"Okay but I'm gonna double check." He calls after you and you can see him opening his scroll case. Well, at least it should take awhile for him to read it you sigh as you [[walk away|EWalk]].
<<set $Kurt = "nomeanswhat">><<set $esinner += 1>><center><h2>A Letter From the Editor Regarding Authorship</h2></center>
I am not the original writer of this game. In fact, I find myself in the peculiar and regrettable position of being unable to even credit them.
The original author had to stop working on the game in 2015 after the release of Apotheosis v0.11. In their last online posting, ''they gave their blessing for others to share and continue playing the game but made it very clear that they could in no way be associated with the game anymore.'' The reason for this is unspecified. I have seen many theories, from personal issues with their partner, religious issues due to the game's subject matter, legal threats from corporations, to trouble with certain governments of the world for publishing obscene content. It could have been anything and your guess is as good as mine. The result is that the game has long been scrubbed from all original sources at the request of the author and all traces of their name removed.
I understand that some may consider my decision to update and re-release this game to be wrong, and I admit that this is undoubtedly true to some extent. After all, I have not been in contact with the author since their dissapearance from the public light. However, please understand that this game holds a very dear place in my heart. It is a wonderful piece of writing and pure work of art. I have spent countless nights playing and replaying this game, losing myself in this unique world that the author has crafted. For over five years I have watched this game fade from memory. I know it has occasionally been passed around in hushed circles by a dedicated few, but even that is a rarity. I have watched it fall past obscurity and head into the void. I am one of the few people who had a copy of Elysium, the author's working title for the unfinished rework of the introduction for Apotheosis v0.12. I can no longer stand idly by as this work is lost to time, the digital equivalent of an ancient book crumbling to dust, without anybody willing to transcribe its words. I am continuing this project out of love for the author's work, and as per their last wishes, keeping their ties to the game severed. I do not, and will never claim the credit for the work the author has done, but please understand the reason why I am doing this and also why I will never mention their name, and I beg those few fans who do know their name to be considerate and not to share it.
As unlikely as it may be, I sincerely hope that the original author is out there reading this, with a smile of satisfaction that their work will continue to be enjoyed by an audience for years to come. To the author I have this message: if one day you decide to come in from the cold, I welcome you with open arms. Whether it be to praise me or to condemn me, I will respect your wishes, and you will always have my eternal gratitude and admiration.
With Love,
Julia Gumshoe
<<back>>You dream of the universe and the infinite cosmos.
You are floating through the void, a weightless observer drifting between the stars. You look around yourself, at the beautiful swirl of celestial bodies sandwiched between two planes of existence. At the very highest heights a white, glowing realm exists. At the very lowest depths a fiery realm. Between them spin a numberless amount of planets and stars, including the one that you so recently were an inhabitant of.
You sense the presence of something else. Two entities have approached you. They are struggling over you, but not in a physical fight. It is something of a contest of philosophy. Both of them are projecting a universe where you belong with them. One is a bright, warm, force, but stern and orderly, the other is dark, constantly changing, but moves freely and seems to be enjoying itself much more.
The two forces continue to project their realities. They start to come into focus, and your memories of your former life strengthen as they debate where you belong.
You see that the force of light represents safety, security, and order. It desires you as a soldier, a pawn that it hopes to grow into something stronger. You see that the force of darkness represents freedom, risk, and chaos. It desires you as a soldier as well, although it doesn't seem to care as much what will happen to you, it also seems that you will have more say in what happens.
[[Reach out to the light|EAngel]]
[[Reach out to the darkness|EDevil]]
Suspicious of its intent, you reject the hand and turn your attention back to the miasma of light and shadow. Sensing your rejection, the hand reluctantly retreats back through the veil.
[[Drift through the void|True Limbo]]This is for debugging or your own curiosity but it is not part of the game.
Sex: <<print $sex>>
Clothes: <<print $clothes>>
ElysiumDay: <<print $eday>><<silently>>should only go up<<endsilently>>
ElysiumStr: <<print $estr>><<silently>>should only go up<<endsilently>>
ElysiumValor: <<print $evalor>><<silently>>should only go up<<endsilently>>
ElysiumObedience: <<print $eobedience>><<silently>>should only go up<<endsilently>>
ElysiumSinner: <<print $esinner>><<silently>>should only go up<<endsilently>>
Willow: <<print $willow>>
Army Strength: <<print $power>>
Sluttiness: <<print $sld>>
SucCrotch: <<print $succrotch>>
Sub Lust Demon Tracker: <<print $sldx1>>
Julia: <<print $julia>>
TBonus: <<print $tbonus>>
ElfBonus: <<print $elfbonus>>
GBonus: <<print $gbonus>>
Wolf: <<print $wolf>>
StripperType: <<print $stripper>>
Spyjob1: <<print $spyjob1>>
Gabby: <<print $gabby>>
QueenMal: <<print $queenmal>>
<<back>>With a single outstretched hand, you reach towards the light.
<<if $esinner >=2>>However, the further you reach, the further the light becomes, as if the force is withdrawing itself from your presence, sensing your impurity.
[[You awaken with a jolt.|EStay1]]<<else>>The light reaches back towards you, and for a moment you can feel its touch, a sensation of belonging, and yet, it feels much colder than you were expecting.
[[You awaken to a sensation of floating|EAngel2]]<<endif>>
With a single outstretched hand, you reach towards the darkness.
The darkness reaches back towards you, and for a moment you can feel its touch, a sensation of belonging, and yet, it feels much warmer than you were expecting.
Suddenly, the dark presence is gone. As if the presence was simply an illusion in your mind. In its place, you see a human figure. He appears like an old, light-skinned man with long, flowing white hair. He stands behind a golden podium, on which rests an open book.
He stares at you with malice in his eyes. You sense no rage or anger in his expression, but rather, dissapointment.
[[You jolt awake to a sensation of searing pain|EDevil2]]You open your eyes and look around, still a little shocked from the vividness of your dream and your subsequent awakening. Startled, you realize that you are no longer in your bed. You are wrapped in a sharp yellow light as you rise through the air. Far below, barely visible through the clouds, you can make out the house you were given and the other marble structures of Elysium.
You lift a hand in front of your face and see that your skin is a soft white, like a cloud on a sunny day. It is the same color all over, a uniform, inoffensive, unnatural shade. You feel strength and energy flowing through you as the light wraps tighter around you. Around you the crystalline light reshapes itself into a staircase that you feel compelled to ascend with powerful strides that your body easily makes. The void around you slowly becomes a cloudy heaven, stretching as far as the eye can see. A blue sky shines above it, although there is no sun that you can see, everything is well lit.
As you reach the ascent you notice a set of gates that appear to be made of solid gold. A figure is there, standing behind a podium. He appears like an old, light-skinned man with long, flowing white hair. In front of him on the podium is an open book. He beckons you to him. "Come to me my <<if $sex eq "male">>son<<else>>daughter<<endif>>."
Behind him, a glowing dome extends as far as you can see. Although the dome is translucent you can tell there is a lot of movement and energy. A great city in the sky. The golden gates appear to be the only way in.
[[Approach the Old Man|Approach the Old Man]]Your eyes burst open and you gasp as your breath escapes you. The first thing you see is the silver sword pierced through your chest. Above the sword, looming over your failing body, is the face of an Angel, one you do not recognize. His face is calm and dutiful as he drives the sword deeper into you.
[[You shut your eyes as you fade away once again...|EDevil3]]You open your eyes and look around, still a little shocked from the vividness of your dream and your subsequent awakening. You are still in your bed. It is morning and gentle rays of light pass through the window to bathe the room in a warm yellowish glow.
//This is the current end of the path for staying in Elysium. A majority of the completed content requires you to be either called to Paradise or banished to the Pit.//<<remember $UFPElysium = "yes">>For the second time, your soul leaves your body as you drift towards Oblivion.
Only this time, you sense the dark presence from your dream. The presence grasps you tightly and roughly drags you away from the nothingness.
Something is different. Rather than a dreamlike understanding of movement, you can actually feel the force on you as if you had mass. It feels as if dozens of hands are grabbing you at once, pulling at you with reckless abandon. Discordant rumbles and sparks fly about you. Punctuating the patternless rumbles are shrieking screams of pain and guttural moans of pleasure. An uncomfortable cacophony of noise, and yet beautiful in its own right.
Gradually, the force and noise increases in intensity, until it becomes nearly overwhelming.
[[...and then, darkness.|Devil]]This game will never be monetized, there will never be a Patreon or such.
Anybody interested in chatting about the game, or with bug reports, or with viable ways to help with the project can find me in the game threads on F95zone or TFGames.
-Julia
Links:
https://tfgames.site/phpbb3/viewtopic.php?f=75&t=15388
https://f95zone.to/threads/apotheosis-v0-13-anonymous-and-juliagumshoe.76208/#post-5268220
<<back>>//The following are the current long-term plans for completion of this game. With the exception of Elysium-only paths, I do not plan on opening any more branches and increasing the width of the game. I only want to continue the current paths and wrap up the already existing branches. Considering the nature of development, completion should be expected to be slow.//
High Priority:
- Extension of Elysium: At the moment, Elysium is very barebones. Characters feel inconsequential and "earning" your place into Paradise is practically nonexistent.
Medium Priority:
- Completion of the Dominant Lust Devil Path: This is nearly complete, and I believe that ending the story with your ascension to godhood or semi-godhood is acceptable, especially if you had previously already done the submissive lust devil path before becoming a dominant lust devil, then this is already one of the deepest paths in the game.
- Completion of the Submissive Lust Devil Path: There are a lot of variables in play here. At the moment there are 4 primary Julia paths that should lead to more content with Julia.
- Completion of the Sorceress Path: Most branches here are done but there is still one that isn't.
- Completion of the Velvet Glove Path: This was clearly meant by the original author to follow a similar level of complexity and branching as the Mercy path; a chain of missions that are dependent on your choices in previous missions.
- Completion of the Herald Path. Similar boat as the Glove path.
- Completion of the Valkyrie Path. Similar boat as the Glove Path.
Low Priority:
- Completion of the "Paladin" Juggernaut Path: A challenging proposition considering its lack of popularity and sexiness. Likely will culiminate in a simple ending as a result.
- Completion of the Wrath Devil Path. Similarly unpopular as "Paladin" due to a lack of sexiness.
- Completion of the "Shemale" Juggernaut Path. Unsure of the direction to take this one.
- Completion of the Clockmaker Path: This is certainly a strange one and I really can't tell where this was going.
- Completion of the Advocate Path.
<<back>>
<center><h1>Checkpoints</h1></center>//This page tracks checkpoints you have found to aid readers in exploring new paths. This is an experimental feature and could be buggy.//
''Using a checkpoint //should// not affect any choices from before the checkpoint so you may still be gated from some paths. If that's the case then you will have to restart from either an earlier checkpoint or restart entirely.''
<<if $CheckPtGateParadise eq "yes">>[[The Gates of Paradise|Approach the Old Man]] - You have been called to Paradise<<else>>//The Gates of Paradise - Undiscovered//<<endif>>
<<if $CheckPtDevil eq "yes">>[[The Pit|Devil]] - You have found yourself in The Pit<<else>>//The Pit - Undiscovered//<<endif>>
<<if $CheckPtSeraph eq "yes">>[[The Fist of God|Seraph]] - You "joined" the Seraphs<<else>>//The Fist of God - Undiscovered//<<endif>>
<<if $CheckPtMercy eq "yes">>[[The Maker's Mercy|Mercy]] - You "joined" the Mercies<<else>>//The Maker's Mercy - Undiscovered//<<endif>>
<<if $CheckPtHerald eq "yes">>[[The Heralds of His Will|Herald]] - You joined the Heralds<<else>>//The Heralds of His Will - Undiscovered//<<endif>>
<<if $CheckPtValkyrie eq "yes">>[[The Valkyries|Valk1]] - You "joined" the Valkyries<<else>>//The Valkyries - Undiscovered//<<endif>>
<<if $CheckPtSpai eq "yes">>[[Oxfords Not Brogues|SpaiS4]] - You joined the Velvet Glove<<else>>//Oxfords Not Brogues - Undiscovered//<<endif>>
<<if $CheckPtBB2 eq "yes">>[[Wrapped in Plastic|BB2]] - You became a Doll<<else>>//Wrapped in Plastic - Undiscovered//<<endif>>
<<if $CheckPtSubbyDevilMeetDom eq "yes">>[[Turning the Tables|SubbyDevilMeetDom]] - Started as the bottom now the top<<else>>//Turning the Tables - Undiscovered//<<endif>>
<<back>>
<<if $eday == 1>>You dream of your death. You can barely remember the details of your former life. You try to remember who you were, your family, your friends, or what you did to deserve such a fate... but find the memory hazy, as if you can no longer remember their faces, only a fleeting imperfect memory.<<endif>><<if $eday == 2>>You dream of yourself walking through an endless field of yellow, withered grass. In the distance, you can see a single tree, green and healthy on top of a hill far in the distance. You know not what drives you, but you must reach it. The grass beneath your feet emits a barely audible dry crunch with each step you take. Your legs ache with fatigue and your soles bleed as you walk, but no matter what, the tree remains distant.<<endif>><<if $eday == 3>>Dream Day 3 Placeholder<<endif>>
[[Wake up...|DayMorning]]
<<set $eday += 1>>
You wake up, rubbing your eyes groggily as you do. Your body feels well rested and you feel a little more energetic than you did yesterday.
You sit up as you run your hands over your own body in curiosity. <<if $estr == 1>>You are still disconcertingly skeletal, and you can easily feel and see your ribs under your skin. However, you are not nearly as thin as you were when you first arrived to this place.<<endif>><<if $estr == 2 and $sex eq "male">>You are still thin, but your muscles are filling out and your chest seems broader.<<endif>><<if $estr == 2 and $sex eq "female">>You are still thin, but your muscles are filling out and your thighs and hips seem wider.<<endif>><<if $estr == 3 and $sex eq "male">>Your body is athletic and limber. Your arms have grown in size and you can no longer see the bones under your skin, although you can still feel them easily if you run your hands over your ribs. <<endif>><<if $estr >= 3 and $sex eq "female">>Your body is lithe and graceful. You have waspish hips that give you a pleasantly girly shape. You have just enough fat and muscle that you can no longer see the bones under your skin, although you can still feel them easily if you run your hands over your ribs.<<endif>><<if $estr >= 4 and $sex eq "male">>Your body is healthy and powerful. Your chest and shoulders are broad and your muscles are well-formed, giving you a chiselled look.<<endif>><<if $estr >= 4 and $sex eq "female">>Your body is toned and yet supple. You have smooth curves that form a pleasant hourglass shape from your shoulders down to your womanly hips and thick thighs.<<endif>><<if $eobedience == 0 and $sex eq "female">>Your breasts are still underdeveloped and you barely notice them as you run your hands over your smooth chest.<<endif>><<if $eobedience == 1 and $sex eq "female">>Your breasts have filled out some and they are now two small soft bumps as you run your hands over your chest.<<endif>><<if $eobedience == 2 and $sex eq "female">>Your breasts have filled out some and they are now perky and naturally teardrop shaped. You shiver from the sensitivity as you run your hands over your supple chest and brush your fingers over your own nipples.<<endif>><<if $eobedience == 3 and $sex eq "female">>Your breasts have grown to a large attractive size and the pliable flesh molds to your touch as you run your hands over your chest.<<endif>><<if $eobedience >= 4 and $sex eq "female">>Your breasts have grown unmistakeably large. They have a hefty weight as you cup your hands under them and hold the flesh in your palms.<<endif>>
Before you have a chance to further explore any changes to your body, you hear sound of birds chirping is interrupted by the crisp, unmistakeably loud ringing of a church bell. It chimes thrice before pausing for a moment and chiming thrice again. <<if $eday == 2>>Recalling what Cladius said about work in the mornings, you decide to get ready and head to the belltower.<<endif>>
<<if $clothes eq "none" and $sex eq "male">>You decide to remain nude and head out with everything on display.<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "none" and $sex eq "female">>You decide to remain nude and head out with everything on display.<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "cdress">>You grab your folded white dress and matching white underwear and get dressed<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "cpants">>You grab your folded white shirt and pants and get dressed<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "maid">>You grab the folded black and white maid clothing and matching white underwear from the corner of your house and get dressed.<<endif>>
[[Walk to the Belltower|DayBelltower]]You step outside, shielding your eyes against the bright morning sun. as you walk towards the belltower, the lush grass and soft soil feels relaxingly comfortable under your feet. Occasionally, you take a moment to close your eyes and enjoy the soothing breeze against your skin.
When you arrive at the belltower, you find Cladius already waiting for you outside. "Good morning <<print $name>>!" he shouts cheerfully as you approach. He is wearing<<if $eday >= 3>> his usual clean<<else>> the same clean<<endif>> white toga that ripples calmly in the breeze. He is holding a loaf of half-eaten bread, and as you get closer, he breaks off a piece and pops it in his mouth.
"I hope you had a good rest" He says as he swallows another bite. He reaches out with one hand to offer you the remaining portion of bread. "Here, take this." He flashes you a warm smile as you accept the food eagerly.<<set $estr += 1>>
"I have already given the others their tasks." He says as you eat. <<if $eday == 2>>You take a bite of the bread, the first food you have had since you arrived. It tastes heavenly. It is light and fluffy, with a hint of honey and sweetness. Its moistness reminds you of cake more than bread. In mere moments you have eaten it all and you feel positively invigorated. Cladius notices and gives you a knowing grin.<<endif>> "Follow me, I will tell you what the Maker asks of you today."
[[Follow Cladius|DayTask]]
<<if $clothes eq "none" and $eobedience >= 2>>As you walk, Cladius struggles to keep his gaze off of your nude body. Every once in a while you notice him glancing at the sway of your hips as your ass jiggles enticingly with every step.<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "cdress" and $eobedience >= 2>>As you walk, Cladius struggles to keep his gaze off of your body. Every once in a while you notice him glancing at the sway of your hips as your tight cotton dress shifts with every step.<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "maid" and $eobedience >= 2>>As you walk, Cladius struggles to keep his gaze off of your body. Every once in a while you notice him glancing down as your tight maid dress rides up with every step, giving him just a glimpse of your cheeks and the edge of your white panties.<<endif>>
<<if $eday == 2>>"What do you want me to do?" You ask inquisitively. "I do not ask you to do anything." Replies Cladius with a gentle smirk. "The Maker assigns each of us our tasks to test our minds, bodies, and souls."
You wonder to yourself whether or not that statement could actually be true, but think it best not to voice such a concern to Cladius.
"Today your task is simple." He says as the two of you stroll into what appears to a be a strawberry field. Strawberry bushes are planted neatly in long rows nearly as far as the eye can see. Past the field you can see another field seeded with what appears to be wheat. It's charmingly beautiful in a quaint sort of way. Nearby there is a small wagon filled with large woven baskets.
"You grow a lot of food for somebody who doesn't need to eat." You muse.
"Well, simple pleasures are the greatest pleasures." replies Cladius. "Grab a basket and pick as many ripe berries as you can. When you are done, bring what you have gathered to the belltower" He gestures at the wagon. "Humble labor is the window the soul. The soul desires character and perserverance, and only through our souls can the Maker touch us with his love."
[[Grab a basket and start picking...|Day2Task]]<<endif>><<if $eday == 3>>"Kurt will need help with his task today. You will aid him in any way he requires." He says, as the two of you stroll away from the village towards a nearby forest.
Soon the two of you reach the edge of the forest. Kurt is nearby, leaning against a tree. The first thing you notice is that he is still nude, showing-off his perfectly bronzed physique in all its glory. The second thing you notice is the simple-looking woodcutter's axe leaning against the tree near his feet.
"Mornin' <<print $name>>!", says Kurt nonchalantly. You reply with the same casual greeting.
"Wonderful! I see you two are already acquainted then." <<if $EKurt eq "fuckbuddy">>says Cladius, as he gives you a knowing wink.<<else>>says Cladius.<<endif>> "In that case I'll leave you two to it!" He turns away and starts heading back towards the village, leaving you alone with Kurt.
[[What am I supposed to be doing?|Day3Task]]<<endif>><<if $eday == 4>>[[Day4Task|Day4Task]]<<endif>><<if $eday == 5>>[[Day5Task|Day5Task]]<<endif>><<if $eday == 6>>[[Day6Task|Day6Task]]<<endif>>You are back in your one-room marble home. The sun has just begun setting and it will be dark in a couple of hours. What do you want to do?
<<if $efriend2 == 0>>[[Get to know another one of your neighbours|EWFriends2]]
<<endif>><<if $efriend2 == 1>>[[Go exploring|EWExplore]]
<<endif>><<silently>><<if $KiraCave eq "found">>[[Go find Kira|EWCavern2]]
<<endif>><<if $ecladius == 0>>[[Visit Cladius in the central field|ECladius1]]
<<endif>><<if $edocks2 == 1>>[[Go to the docks|EDocks2]]
<<endif>><<endsilently>>[[Use the crystal foci|Crystals2]]You step outside into the gentle orange glow of the sunset. The air is cool and crisp. The grass feels refreshing under your feet as you walk through the village.
Not long after, you find yourself in front of another small marble house nearly identical to yours.
<<if $ewf eq "Kurt">>[[Knock Knock|EWFKris][$ewf = "Kris"]]<<endif>><<if $ewf eq "Kris">>[[Knock Knock|EWFKaty][$efriend2 = 1]]<<endif>>
You pick up the large piece of purple amethyst.
What would you like to do?
[[Change your clothes|Crystals2Clothes]]
<<if $estr >= 4>>[[Change your body|Crystals2Body]]
<<endif>>[[Nothing|EHomeMidday]]
Deciding to attend one of Cladius' sermons before it gets dark, you head out and walk to the central field.
As you expect, Cladius is sitting in the grass surrounded by an audience from the village. His voice is strong and confident as he speaks of the Maker's love.
dont forget to set ecladius to 2do some stuff
if willow eq "ferrywoman" then normal
if eq "bootycall" then fuck
if eq "girlfriend" then girly things
how can i be more devoted to the Maker?
unlock praying to the maker
dont forget to set edocks2 to 2You spend the rest of the day picking berries for the village. By the time the sun starts to set, you have filled enough baskets to load up the wagon. You feel quite proud of yourself. In a way it feels like honest work for an honest existence.
You drag the wagon back to the village and [[Return Home|EHomeMidday]].
"What's going on?" You ask Kurt.
"Cladius says I've got to chop some trees down."
You don't remember there being any structures made of wood in the village. The dock was wooden but that was about it. "Why?" you ask. "What's the lumber for?"
"Dunno." Kurt says with a shrug of his shoulders. "Cladius says its my task and that yours is to help me with it. I don't question him or the Maker." He picks up the axe in a single swift motion and hefts it onto his shoulder. "I uh... only have one axe though."
He eyes you up with a quick glance. <<if $sex eq "male">>"I'm not sure how much help you will be bro, but maybe this will probably go faster if you just take over whenever I take a break."
[[Okay, that sounds fine I guess.|Day3Chop]]
<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female" and $EKurt eq "fuckbuddy">>"I'm not sure how much help you will be babe, but you could probably help me out by massaging my muscles whenever I take a break.
[[Oh yes please...|Day3Massage]]
<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female" and $EKurt eq "nomeanswhat">>"I'm not sure how much help you will be babe, but you could probably help me out by massaging my muscles whenever I take a break.
[[Alright fine|Day3Massage]]
[[No way!|Day3Chop]]
<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female" and $EKurt eq "bye">>"I'm not sure how much help you will be babe, but you could probably help me out by massaging my muscles whenever I take a break.
[[Alright fine|Day3Massage]]
[[No way!|Day3Chop]]
<<endif>>
relief for cladius or helping willow
cladius should call you a good girl
set edocks2 to 1 to unlock willow booty and stuff
[[go to midday|EHomeMidday]]
banishing kira
cladius says hey visit me anytime i live in the bigger house on the edge of the village
<<set $ecladius = 1>>
[[go to midday|EHomeMidday]]//deal with kira (sword her because that's how being banished from elysium works//
[[go to midday|EHomeMidday]]
Double-click this passage to edit it.//This is an ordered list of the primary paths with the most overall length and complexity. Just off the top of my head. There's no math involved here. In the future it may become more of a walkthrough or guide.//
1) Mercy (Especially if you path through Doll first)
2) Submissive Lust Devil
3) Dominant Lust Devil (Especially if you path through Submissive Lust Devil first)
4) Velvet Glove
5) Vanity (Sorceress)
6) Seraph
7) Doll
8) Everything else
<<back>>
You concentrate on clothing, a jolt of energy shoots from the crystal into your body. You stumble forward, placing your free hand over a large piece of obsidian and raise it also, balancing one stone in each hand as you feel energy flowing through them over your body.
//You are currently wearing <<if $clothes eq "cdress">>a skintight white cotton dress with a scoop neckline and short sleeves.<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "cpants">>a loose white cotton shirt and white cotton pants tied with a cord<<endif>><<if $clothes eq "maid">>a little black dress with a white lace fringe and a pattern that looks like an apron on the front<<endif>>//
[[Nevermind|EHomeMidday]]
You pick up a turqouise crystal and hold it in both of your hands in front of you. You close your eyes and concentrate on your body.
[[Nevermind|EHomeMidday]]<<if $sex eq "male">>His idea isn't bad, all things considered. After all there's no way your body could match his strength or stamina and you do only have one axe between the two of you.
You spend most of the day watching Kurt swing an axe over and over again. <<if $sexo eq "omni" or $sexo eq "andro">>He really is astoundingly handsome and you find yourself licking your lips more than once at the sight of his sweat dripping down his chiselled abs. Each strike of the axe causes his huge cock to swing back and forth between his legs like pendulum. You try not to stare, but the sight is strangely mesmerizing and it lights a fire in your loins.<<endif>> Whenever he tires, he hands you the axe and you get to work chopping. Your progress is much slower than Kurt's, and your arms quickly tire to a point of exhaustion, but Kurt is more than happy to get right back to work after taking a breather.
<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female" and $EKurt eq "nomeanswhat">>You are appalled by his gall. "You want me to do what?" You respond in an incredulous tone.
"Listen babe, you can't so no. I spent half an hour on it that night. I read the scroll again it says women must serve men." Kurt explains. "It's the law babe."
"I said No!" You practically scream at him.<<set $esinner += 1>>
He looks at you with a puzzled look, still confused by your rejection. "Okay then, I guess you can help chop whenever I take a break, but I don't think Cladius is going to like this.
There's no point continuing to argue the point after his concession. His idea isn't bad, all things considered. After all there's no way your body could match his strength or stamina and you do only have one axe between the two of you. You take his offer and both of you get to work. Or rather, he does at first.
...
Time passes and you spend most of the day watching Kurt swing an axe over and over again. Whenever he tires, he hands you the axe and you get to work chopping. Your progress is much slower than Kurt's, and your arms quickly tire to a point of exhaustion, but Kurt is more than happy to get right back to work after taking a breather.
<<endif>><<if $sex eq "female" and $EKurt eq "bye">>You are appalled by his gall. "You want me to do what?" You respond in an incredulous tone.
"Listen babe, you can't so no. Didn't you read the scroll? It says women must serve men." Kurt explains. "It's the law babe."
"I said No!" You practically scream at him.<<set $esinner += 1>>
He looks at you with a puzzled look, still confused by your rejection. "Okay then, I guess you can help chop whenever I take a break, but I don't think Cladius is going to like this.
There's no point continuing to argue the point after his concession. His idea isn't bad, all things considered. After all there's no way your body could match his strength or stamina and you do only have one axe between the two of you. You take his offer and both of you get to work. Or rather, he does at first.
...
Time passes and you spend most of the day watching Kurt swing an axe over and over again. Whenever he tires, he hands you the axe and you get to work chopping. Your progress is much slower than Kurt's, and your arms quickly tire to a point of exhaustion, but Kurt is more than happy to get right back to work after taking a breather.
<<endif>>
[[Chop chop...|Day3TaskEnd]]You spend most of the day watching Kurt swing an axe over and over again. <<if $sexo eq "omni" or $sexo eq "andro">>He really is astoundingly handsome and you find yourself licking your lips more than once at the sight of his sweat dripping down his chiselled abs. Each strike of the axe causes his huge cock to swing back and forth between his legs like pendulum. You try not to stare, but the sight is strangely mesmerizing and it lights a fire in your loins.<<endif>> Whenever he tires, he puts down the axe and takes a seat on nearby boulder, at which point you immediately get to work on his aching muscles.
...
You are kneeling behind Kurt, rubbing his tense shoulders with your soft slender hands. His eyes are closed and he lets out a soft groan as you expertly massage the tense muscle.
[[You can think of something else that needs relief|Day3KurtBJ]]
[[Just stick to massages|Day3TaskEnd]]
<<set $eobedience += 1>>By the time the sun sets, a dozen trees have been felled through your combined efforts. You still have no idea what for, but you are exhausted and you head home.
[[Return Home|EHomeMidday]]Without a word, you glide around Kurt's side until you are in front of him. Your hands never leave his skin as you slide your fingertips down from his shoulders... to his chest... to his abs... down to the base of his huge cock, which you find already hard as a rock. You drag a fingertip along the side of his manhood and he moans, a mixture of desire and impatience.
You slowly drop to your knees and slide up between his legs until you are face to face with his cock. Grabbing it gently by the base, you angle it slowly towards you and plant a soft kiss on the tip, before swirling your tongue all around the head. Leaning in, you take him into your warm, wet mouth and begin to bob back and forth, meanwhile coordinating your hands to stroke his shaft. You begin devotedly blowing him, deftly employing your tongue in soft circular motions. You can only take him halfway into your mouth, but you work him with eager enthusiasm. He lets out a low groan of pleasure and you feel a rush of pride.
It doesn't take him long. After several minutes of tending to Kurt's impressive cock, he makes a grunt followed by a deeply guttural sound and comes. Nothing comes out but you can feel his meat pulsate in your mouth as he tenses and then relaxes with relief. You give his cock another kiss on the tip before standing up and wiping the dripping saliva from your lips with the back of your wrist.
"Damn babe, that was great." Kurt says, in his usual cocky tone.
After a brief moment, he gets back up to his feet, picks up the axe, and continues to work. Your pussy is soaked but it doesn't look like Kurt has any interest in getting you off too.
[[Chop chop...|Day3TaskEnd]]